#best travel pillow for lower back pain

[repulsiveliquidation]

Eyes on Me || Leila Ouahabi

a/n : trying out a new format, we'll see how that goes. i did not proof-read this at all. i am also having a redbull for the first time and i don't think it'll do anything for me.

The sun shines through the hotel room in Malta. Leila has her arm wrapped around your middle with a tight grip on you. The sun gets into your eyes so you try your best to turn around in her arms. She whines, rolling over and tucking her face into your neck. You chuckle and tuck her hair behind her ear.

“Morning, amor,” you chirp softly, lips pressed to her forehead softly. She shifts, leg coming up to wrap around you.

“Bon dia,” she mumbles, pressing a feather-light kiss to your neck. She pushes herself up a little, eyes scrunched up to block out the sun.

“You didn’t close the blinds last night,” she grumbles, plopping herself back on top of you.

“I wasn’t the last one in bed, you were.”

“Yeah, but-” you cut her off.

“Why is that baby?” you ask with a cheeky smile, mind wandering to the activities of last night.

“I was cleaning up after we fucked,” she says quietly, a blush creeping up on her face.

“Mhm, and you fucked me so good I couldn’t feel my legs bebita,” you tease, sliding out from under her and heading into the bathroom. You hear her huff, then her head hitting the pillow. You giggle and go through your morning routine, hearing her rummaging about in the room. You decide on a shower, the sound of the rainfall showerhead going piques her interest and she pokes her head in the door.

“Am I allowed to join you, bebé?”

“Depends, do you promise to behave?”

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” she says, already stripped and in the shower with you. Her hands wrap around your waist and pull you into her, lips pressed to yours as you reach around and cradle her head. She grins, hands cheekily traveling lower and lower to your ass. She gives you a hard squeeze before a wet smack rings through the bathroom.

You gasp into her mouth and giggle, kissing her harder as the shower steams up. She presses a thigh between your legs, your hips immediately wanting to grind down on her. She helps you, hands gripping your hips as you grind down on her muscular thigh. You whine, looking up into her eyes as you use her body to get off.

She slowly presses you against the wall, smashing her lips to yours in a rough kiss. You moan and cup her face to kiss back. She pulls away and slowly kisses down your neck and collarbones, hands kneading at your sides.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers as her lips ghost your neck, dragging themselves lightly over your chest. She grasps your breasts, lips sucking them in hard and tight. She fondles the other, thigh wedged between your legs again.

“Please,” you beg, “Please don’t stop.”

Leila nods, eyes looking up at you before switching sides. She bites a little too hard but you don’t mind, the pain and pleasure surging through you. Your hips grind down and ride her thigh, evidence of your arousal washed away instantly with every flick of your hips.

“So wet for me, amor? Did I not make you come so well last night?” Leila teases, one hand on your hip as the other grabs as much of your ass as it could. You suddenly moan loudly after a particular grind of your hips, swollen clit catching on her hard thigh. Your orgasm builds to a crescendo, thighs shaking as you begin to move your hips faster and faster.

Suddenly, she grabs your face, her eyes dark with lust.

“Look at me when you come, pretty girl.”  

Your eyes shoot up to gaze deeply into hers as your high comes crashing down. You shudder and grab onto her, her signature smile on her face as she holds you up.

You stand and don’t wobble too much, lips crashing onto hers. She giggles and kisses back, getting a little shy.

“My turn,” you say with determination, turning her around to press her back to the wall. She gives you another one of her signature bright smiles, hands tangled in your hair as you kneel before her.

She arches her back a little, your lips wrapped tight around her clit. She was soaked, to say the least, eyes rolling into her head as you rhythmically suck on her folds. She grips your hair tight, grinding herself on your tongue.

“Mm, you’re doing so good for me princesa…” Leila praises, breath hitching in her throat when your tongue slips into her pussy and begins to suckle noisily. The water in the shower remains as hot as ever, your tongue expertly devouring her slick folds with swishes and flicks that bring her knees to a tense shudder.

You grasp her ass and pull her in closer, two fingers pressed deep inside her as your tongue sucks hard on her throbbing clit.

“Just like that, cariño,” Leila praises, her hooded eyes never leaving yours as you stare up at her. Her beautiful dark eyes always soften when she’s close to coming, the pre-orgasm shocks surging through her as push her towards her high.

The scream of your name is heard by no one else but you, the remote hotel room you two booked was the ideal location for a quick weekend getaway from the pitch.

Leila pulls you up and kisses you tenderly, moaning at the taste of her on your lips.

“You are something else with that mouth of yours, princesa.”

“Mm, sí,”

She leans in and kisses you again, grabbing the body wash and getting a good lather going.

//

“Are you sure you know how to work this thing?” you ask Leila as you step onto the boat.

“Sí, Soy el capitán de los mares!” she says, putting on a captain hat that she finds in the cockpit.

“Just because you’ve got the hat on, doesn’t make you the ‘captain of the seas’ babe!” you warn, laying out a beach towel and your bags on the sun deck.

Leila rolls her eyes at you, taking her time to sail out to crystal blue waters with no one else around. You stand behind her the whole time in the name of love (really you were nitpicking) with your arms around her middle and your chin resting on her shoulder. She turned her head and demanded a few kisses, your mind racing to ingrain the image of Leila sailing the boat into your memory forever. Watching her strong arms turn the console with her dark sunglasses on and pretty bathing suit underneath her shirt was doing wonders for your fantasies.

She docks the rented yacht just near a private island the boat owner had recommended. She kisses your cheek and walks out onto the deck with a smile as she takes a deep breath. You, however, have not stopped staring at your girlfriend.

“Would you like a picture amor? I know I look irresistible right now,” she teases with a grin, a deep blush flooding up your neck and cheeks.

You scramble for your phone and walk up to her, the camera pointed at her as she poses confidently for you. 

“Done,” you say shyly, giggling softly as you look through the pictures. She stands and comes over, kissing your shoulder softly.

“You’re so beautiful, amor,” you tell her, tilting your head up to kiss her. Her lips find yours, phone abandoned on the deck as your arms pull her closer and your lips kiss her harder.

“Sí, I am,” she says, earning a smack on her ass. She laughs, cupping your face and kissing you hard.

“You’re the beautiful one, bebita.”

Leila pulls you towards the towels you’ve placed, kneeling and rummaging in her bag. She hands you a speaker and you get it connected, playing your party mix as loud as you want. She pulls something else out of the bag, something that wipes the grin off your face.

Leila holds up her strap, a cheeky grin on her face. You try to grab it from her and hide it, looking around with fear that people would see her holding a literal dick in her hands. But you visibly relax when you realize that no one is around.  

“I asked bebé, no one comes around here so we’ve got it all to ourselves for a few hours.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, still a little apprehensive.

“I would have never brought it if I wasn’t sure, princesa.”

“Then fuck me, Ouahabi.”

You did not have to tell her twice.

Leila pounced on you, roughly maneuvering you onto your back before smashing her lips to yours. You kiss back the best you can, a high whine leaving your throat.

“Please Leila,” you whimper as she pulls away and kisses down your neck. Your hands tangle in her hair, nails scratching hard at her scalp as you grasp her dark locks. She moans against your skin, teeth caught on your nipple as she pulls away.

She helps you to your feet before pulling the harness on, turning you around to hold onto the side of the boat. You push your sunglasses up before you feel Leila’s cock right on your entrance. She’s just pulled your swimsuit to the side, fingers making quick work of your top. It falls to the floor; your breasts are full and ready for a little color, from the sun and your girlfriend’s adoration to marking them.  

She teases your entrance with the toy, hand reaching around to rub your clit. You groan and hang your head low, grinding back into her chasing just a little friction.

“No, princesa. You will do as I say or we go back where I’ll fuck you in front of everyone.”

You look back at her in shock, eyes as wide as saucers.

“See, we don’t want that now do we?”

“No…” 

“So be a good girl,” she says before she leans into you, lips close to your ear, “and do as I fucking say.”

You nod, turning your head back forward with your ass out like she put you. She grins, pushing the tip of her cock into you slowly. You feel her bottom out, her cock filling you to the brim. You groan and your eyes roll into your head, holding back the urge to fuck back on her thick cock.

Leila knew that you were holding back with all your might. She could see your thighs shaking a little and your knuckles turning white as you gripped the edge tight.

She gently began to thrust into you, hands gripping your hips tight as she fucked deep into you. You moaned her name freely, any fear of anyone hearing you was out the door.

“Feels good, mi vida?” Leila asks, spanking your ass hard three times before you could answer. Your response catches in your throat, turning into a deep moan as she starts to pound harder and rougher into you.

“Fuck!” you scream, knees buckling at the strength of her thrusts. She pulls out and lays you down on the elevated deck, hurriedly kissing your breasts and slowly down your stomach. She presses your legs wide open, burying her face between your legs. She sucks hard on your wet clit, three fingers slipping into your soaked pussy.

“Lei-Leila!” you stutter as she begins to press up into your sweet spot and suck harder at your clit. She pulls away when she’s got slick dripping down her chin, leaning over and pressing her lips to yours.

You kiss her sloppily, her cock slipping back inside you as she pulls you closer.

“You take my cock so well, amor…” she growls, fucking up into you harder and harder. You nod as tears begin to fill your eyes, your hand falling between your legs to flick at your clit hard.

“You're close, sí? You wanna come on my cock, mi estrella?”

“Please, please!”

“Good girl, you remember the rules princesa? Eyes on me when you come.”

You force your eyes open, staring into her brown eyes that set off your orgasm.

Leila fucks you through it, pounding right into your sweet spot until you scream for her to stop. She presses a sweet kiss to your lips. She pulls out and takes the harness off, placing it back in her bag.  

“Mi chica perfecta,” she compliments as she helps you to your feet. She hands you your swim top and ties it back on for you.

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

“Sí, it is my best quality,” she exclaims, climbing onto the deck and jumping straight into the sea.

“Careful!” you yell as it falls on deaf ears. She resurfaces above the clear water, urging you to join her.

“It’s not cold!” she tells you when she hears you complaining about it, wading above water right by the ladder.

You reach out for her to help you in, instead, she yanks you head first into the water. You yelp in surprise, smacking her arm hard as you try to catch your breath.

“I could have died, idiota!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t! Come on, let’s swim for a bit then I’ve got something to show you that I think you’ll like.”

An hour later, you’re back on the boat with some decent color and 5 more hickeys than before. Leila sails for about 10 minutes or so, docking the boat at the most beautiful island you’ve seen. She smiles when she sees your surprise, carefully helping you off the boat with her bag in her other hand. The silky soft sand slips between your toes, the warm afternoon sun beating down on you both. There’s a little hut and some blankets, but no one else around.

“Are we alone too?”

“Yes, just you and me.”

You take initiative this time, dragging Leila over to the towels where there’s a little shade and a soft sea breeze. She sits down quickly, loving the enthusiasm you’ve got. You crawl up her, kissing softly along her body. She relaxes into the sand, arms crossed behind her head.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you whisper, teeth pulling her bottoms off. Leila watches, eyes growing dark with lust like they did earlier. She lets out a frustrated sigh, legs opening wide at your quiet request.

You do the same, stripping off your swimsuit, the thrill of it giving that extra little boost of confidence.

You help her put the strap back on, settling high on her lap as you gently settle onto it. She fills you for a third time, her thick cock still giving you that full feeling that gets your heart racing and toes curling.

“Whenever you’re ready, princesa,” she coos, rough hands caressing your thighs. You start to ride her slowly, head thrown back in pure passion as she decides to thrust up into you as you come down on her.

“Fuck Leila, cock feels so good,” you whine, riding her harder before she holds you up and fucks up into you. You scream in pleasure, the accuracy of her thrusts has your head spinning in pure sexual ecstasy.  

She manages to flip you over, leaning back and wasting no time fucking into your pussy hard. She groans and presses your legs back, hips expertly fucking into your wet hole. You can only scratch your nails down her back, moaning loudly as she gives you her cock how she deems fit.

“Leila, por favor!”

“What do you want hm?” she leans down and whispers to you, hips fucking into you deeper than you thought possible.

“Please make me come!”

“¿Quieres que te haga venir, mi chica perfecta?”

“Please!”

“All you had to do was ask, princesa,” she teased, hand wrapping around your neck as your eyes immediately looked up at her. They’re glassy and focused on nothing but her, your body shuddering hard as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. The force of the thrusts that throws you over the edge knocks the wind out of your lungs; her hand tight around your neck sends that ecstatic feeling of lightheadedness straight to your core.

“Leila!” you croak out before she pulls out and quickly shifts lower to suck on your folds. You moan loudly and have to pry her off you, a hungry growl heard deep in her throat when she presses her lips to yours.

“Want you to come too,” you tell her, hands already on her ass to pull her up onto your face. She groans and throws the strap off, eagerly straddling your face for her to ride.

You stick your tongue out and she folds over your head, gripping your hair as you devour her wet folds. She grinds herself down on your tongue, her jaw wrenched open as she mutters your name over and over.

“So pretty,” you whisper into her pussy to yourself, leaning in to taste her again. She’s intoxicating, you reckon you could eat her out for hours.

Your lips suck hard at her clit, nails dug into the abundant meat of her ass. She shudders on top of you, her thighs tightening around your head. This spurs you on, tongue flicking over her clit as she comes undone on top of you. She rides it out until she’s satisfied, leaving you feeling satisfied and used.

She crawls off you, kissing you softly before pulling you into her lap to watch the sunset.

“I love you,” she says quietly, face tucked into your neck as the sun begins to set in front of you.

“I love you too,” you whisper, her arms tightening around you.

[bradshawsbaby]

If you're still taking those late-night prompts, how about "I'm cold. Cuddle with me" + Rhett because I'm having feelings.

Always having feelings about that cowboy!

One of the worst parts about traveling on the rodeo circuit was the accommodations. You never knew what town you were going to end up passing through, or what crummy motel you’d have to spend the night in. Some were better than others, but tonight, you and Rhett had ended up in a particularly crappy one.

You typically tried to look on the bright side of things—at least you and Rhett were together, and you were getting to watch the love of your life live out his dreams. But the broken radiator and the freezing water in the bathroom were enough to sour your mood, especially after a long and exhausting day at the rodeo grounds.

If you were a bit peeved about the situation, you knew Rhett was downright grumpy. He’d had a good ride today, but he’d tweaked a nerve in his shoulder and you knew all he wanted was a hot shower to relax and unwind.

“Stupid shithole,” he’d muttered in frustration when you returned to the motel and were met with ice water instead.

He was taking a quick shower now, trying to wash away the dirt and grime from the day, while you tried to make the room a little bit more comfortable. With no heat, you’d donned a pair of thick socks, sweatpants, a long-sleeve shirt, and one of Rhett’s hoodies to try to keep warm, managing to find an extra blanket in the closet and throwing it onto the bed. You fluffed the pillows as best you could, trying to make it as cozy as possible for when Rhett came out of the bathroom.

Just as you were settling down under the covers, the bathroom door opened and Rhett stepped out with a white towel slung low around his waist. Your mouth watered at the sight. But his handsome face was twisted into a scowl as he stomped over to his travel bag.

“Is a little hot water after a long damn day too much to ask for?” he grumbled, digging through his things for a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. Normally he liked to sleep with minimal clothing, or none at all, but you could see he was still visibly shaking from his frigid shower.

You bit your lower lip, leaning back against the headboard. “I know, but at least we’ll be checked out of here tomorrow,” you offered, trying to find a silver lining.

“Not fast enough,” Rhett grunted, dropping his towel and quickly getting dressed.

You knew he was just exhausted and in pain, and that was what was making him so cranky. So you held out a hand to him, your voice calm as you said, “I’m cold. Cuddle with me.”

If you had tried to offer to take care of him when he was in a mood like this, he would have just gotten more snappish, but when you turned the tables and made it seem like you needed him, he was quick to soften and come crawling into bed beside you.

“I’m sorry, darlin’,” he murmured, wrapping you in his arms and holding you against his chest. “I wish I could have taken you someplace better than this,” he said with a frown, glancing around your more than modest lodgings.

“Shh, I don’t care about that,” you assured him, draping yourself across his chest. “Just want to be with you.”

He chuckled quietly under his breath, running his fingers through your hair as your eyes grew heavier and heavier.

“I’m really glad you’re here with me,” he whispered against the top of your head, dropping a kiss on it. “It means the world to me, havin’ you in my corner.”

You smiled, cuddling closer to him. “I love you, Rhett.”

“I love you, too, baby. Now let’s get some sleep.”

late night prompts

[covenofwives]

Cloud Pillows

DreamXD and Dream get themselves a much needed break. From GeorgeHD's generosity they have a home for the night, yet Dream is still on edge and XD knows how to calm him down.

SURPRISE! Bet you didn't think I had the second story ready! WELL I DO!

Pls Enjoy :) ~

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The room was more than secure and safe enough for DreamXD and Dream, yet XD could not make himself relax. The first thing he did was get Dream and himself a bath. Easily done in the bath that was nearly as big as the bedroom.

As XD expected (and took a moment to wonder in awe), the dresser in the room held clothes for both himself and Dream that was near perfect to their sizes. Dream was finally in soft, clean clothes of a grey t-shirt and shorts. There was a similar set in XD’s size but he only wore the shorts. Surprisingly the top came with an extra set of sleeves for his lower arms, but the size was just a little off so XD went without.

GeorgeHD was clearly more powerful than XD had been told. They only knew of the God from the accounts and stories that Prime would sometimes let them hear, but his power, not just in strength, was more than XD had ever thought. If they could have redone it again, they would have tried to seek HD out as soon as they and Dream arrived in the Overworld.

“What are these?” Dream’s curious voice poked through the thick cloud of thoughts in XD’s mind. He blinked out of his daze, watching as Dream stood beside the table in the middle of the room. The table held a large water jug and a few glasses. Dream and XD had drank all of it before the bath and when they came back to the bedroom the jug was full again. Beside that was a bowl full of fruit, and Dream had pulled out a bunch of small green ones.

“I think they are grapes.” XD answered unsurely. He had remembered seeing a picture of them in a book he read aeons ago, though the End could never grow any. He trusted whatever HD gave them would be safe to eat.

Dream pulled one of the grapes off the stem. He looked at it carefully before looking to XD again. “Can I have it?”

XD nodded and watched carefully as Dream ate one. He could see Dream ponder on the taste and eventually deciding he liked it, putting another one in his mouth. “It’s good!”

XD’s heart warmed and broke as Dream collected a few grapes and then climbed up onto the bed to join him. The first few days on the Overworld had been fine for food. The trees had plenty of apples and XD could hunt the animals easily. Yet all of that was in a pure survival instinct to keep Dream alive, not because he enjoyed any of the food. And with the burn on his arm, most times XD was feeding Dream while the boy was crying in pain.

The memory of Dream’s burning was wedged forever in XD’s mind.

Ever since Dragon had crawled her way out of the void, XD had kept constant care to know where she always was. After Dream was given to him, it was his top priority to keep him safe and yet just one mistake undone it all.

She had come across them exploring an airship and XD had taken just a split second in deciding whether to fight or flee. A split second too long as Dragon opened her maw and the purple flames engulfed the entire ship. XD shielded Dream as best they could from the fire as they teleported, but the horrible scream told them they weren’t fast enough.

XD had taken them to the main island of the End, and opened the portal to the Overworld. His only thought at that moment was to get Dream to water, and once the pain had lessened only slightly, XD had already made the choice that they couldn’t return to the End.

They survived for four days in the wild, moving from biome to biome. XD could not command anything in the Realm and Dream was too young to craft, so it was days looking for food and nights having Dream sleep while XD kept watch. They eventually came across the cherry biome in their travels, Dream having pointed it out and since he’d smiled for the first time in days over it, XD took him there. Exhaustion and stressed had XD close his eyes for just a second and when he open them and saw Dream so close to other kids, he panicked.

At least the outcome had ended with him and Dream with a room for the night.

“Are you okay?” Dream asked as he pat a hand over XD’s knee.

The memories faded off to the back of XD’s mind and he smiled to Dream. “I’m fine.”

“Do you want some grapes?” Dream offered the fruits up which XD calmly refused. Dream hesitated before speaking again, but XD could read his expressions so easily he already knew what Dream was going to ask. “Can I have your cloak?”

“Of course.” XD pulled his cloak up from the side of the bed. Despite it’s frayed and ripped condition, Dream took the cloak eagerly and wrapped it around himself.

His eyes caught onto a few of the tears at the cloaks edges and he ran his fingers over them. “Can you fix these?” The question came as more curious if XD could do it, and not asking him to actually do it.

XD shook his head. “No, not yet.” He had tried mending the cloak when Dream took his bath, but he was still exhausted and his powers refused to work. “I can fix it after I rest a little.”

“Then you can sleep now.” Dream said so surely, popping the few last grapes into his mouth. “And I can keep watch tonight.”

XD held back his snort of laughter. “No.” He said. “You will be sleeping tonight.”

“No!” Dream quickly snapped, surprising XD. “You can sleep tonight. I’ll keep us safe this time.”

XD’s heart lurched in their chest. It had been a constant struggle to get Dream to sleep for the nights they were in the Overworld. Partly from the pain and another part because he’d always fuss over XD being awake. XD had explained that sleep wasn’t needed for them as it would be for Dream, but they couldn’t deny the tiredness that plagued them. Dream was observant as ever, always trying to push XD to rest while he offered to forage despite the burning flesh on his arm. XD used to feel pride over Dream independence. Now they cursed it.

“You do not need to keep watch.” XD explained softly. “We are safe here. GeorgeHD gave us a room for the night. You can sleep just fine.”

Dream’s face twisted to a troubled expression. He huddled the cloak more around himself and mumbled into the green fabric. “We can’t trust them…”

XD frowned; troubled by Dream’s attitude though he knew he was partly to blame. When he was given Dream, the End was already void of life. Dragon made sure of that. It was just XD and Dream for years until now, and even here XD had kept them far from villages and tried to hide them from any wanderers. XD knew he looked different from mortals, and his anxiety the past few days convinced him they’d see him as a monster. Now that had been passed to Dream.

“They are good people. And HD healed you.” XD pointed out. The newly healed arm under the cloak twitched ever so slightly, almost like Dream was pulling it into himself. “How is your arm?” XD asked.

“S’fine…” Dream mumbled, fighting the urge to pull out the arm to check. XD had noticed Dream touching the healed flesh every once in a while.

“HD has done a great kindness for us. We can both sleep easily tonight.”

Despite his soft words, Dream still looked unsure. He pulled the cloak tighter around himself till he had it wrapped snugly. “No! I’ll keep watch!”

XD sighed. Dream was stubborn and arguing with him about it was no use. XD knew this from experience, and there was only one way to get through to him.

In one swift movement, one of XD’s lower hands quickly grabbed the end of the cloak and quickly flipped it over Dream’s head. When Dream squealed and fell over in a struggle to free himself, XD wrapped the cloak more and more around his brother.

“XD!” Dream shouted through the cloak as XD watched the little lump of his brother squirm under the cloak and try find the way out. “Doooon’t…”

“I’m not doing anything.” XD kept his voice calm while he grinned. “It is not me… It is the cloak!” XD made his voice more dramatic as he crowded around his brother.

“No it’s not!” Dream squeaked, giggles lacing his voice. One of his legs kicked out, not hard though, and XD caught it in his hand. His claws started just lightly scratching on Dream’s soles through the cloak and Dream screamed. “EHEHEX DEHEHE!”

“The cloak has you!”

“Nohohoho ihihit dohohoesen’t!”

Dream’s foot was released and he quickly pulled it back in. He curled himself up tightly, making himself as small as possible. He could only see XD’s shadow above him, unmoving. When he tried to pull a piece of the cloak off himself, it was pulled back up.

“Ehex Dehehehe…” Dream giggled. “Lehet me up!”

“It’s the cloak, Dreamie~” XD cooed. The shadow didn’t move but Dream could hear tapping on the bed beside him. He squealed and rolled on his side, away from the tapping. “You need to ask the cloak to let you go~”

“Nohohoho! No Ihi-EEP!”

XD’s hand came in, clawing at Dream’s side and making him scream with laughter again; flailing in the folds of the cloak. XD’s heart swelled, hearing Dream laugh again. The four days of pain would never leave XD’s mind, but he could make every day after that filled with laughter and love. And tickling would surely help that.

“It sounds like the cloak has got you all trapped, Dreamie.”

“Plehehehehease!”

The claw in Dream’s side was pulled back, and Dream tried rolling away only to be scooped up into XD’s arms. He could barely kick or even tell which way was up or down before the four hands around him were kneading into his sides, clawing into his tummy and skittering on his knees.

“Stohohohop! Plehehease stohohohop!”

“Who are you begging to, Dreamie~?”

The frustrated growl, laced with squirmy giggles, ended with a whine of giving in. “Thehehe clohohohoak!”

“Ohhh… I don’t think the cloak wants to let you go, Dreamie!”

The boy shrieked as two of XD’s hands worked on his tummy, sending him into hysterics.

“You are gonna be trapped in this cloak forever!”

“Nohohohoho!”

“If you don’t want to sleep, you’ll be gobbled up forever!”

“Ihihihi’ll sleeeeehehehep!”

XD grinned. “What was that?” His tickling lessened only slightly to allow Dream to speak easier.

“Ihi’ll slehehep! Juhust stohohop!”

XD did stop, feeling Dream fall limp in his arms. The cloak was slowly unfolded and Dream fell to the bed. His damp hair frazzled again, his cheeks red and a dopey smile on his face. A smile XD had not seen in what felt like forever.

The temptation to scoop Dream back up and tickle him was strong, but XD held back. Instead he settled down, laying by Dream as he pulled his brother up onto the pillows.

“Ready to sleep?” XD tried not to sound teasing, yet Dream still groaned defiantly.

“I’ll sleep...for a bit…” Dream relented. He gave a long yawn, stretching and turning around so when he relaxed, his arms came down and hugged the pillows into himself. They were so fluffy and soft, perfectly shaping around Dream’s face and arms like he was sinking into a cloud.

“Of course.” XD chuckled. He had one of his hands brush Dream’s hair into a somewhat manageable shape while another pulled up the cloak again, laying it over Dream like a blanket again. “I will sleep for a bit too. We will both get some rest.”

Dream wanted to argue, XD could see it in the crease between his eyebrows, but instead he relaxed again, curling up with the blanket over him and sighing. He mumbled something into the pillow and was drifting to sleep.

If time could have froze in this moment, XD would have been happy. His brother was healed and safe. They were given a room, a warm bed, food and drink a plenty. Everything in this moment was perfect and XD almost wanted to fight off the sleep to enjoy it more, but the tugs of exhaustion pulled at him to lay his head down on the soft cloud pillows as well.

XD needed to repay HD back for this somehow. To him and his family. He’d given the End brothers a great kindness that could probably never be given back but XD would make sure, somehow, he did.

For now, XD slept. Both Dream and XD slept soundly for the first time in a long while. They slept all through the day, well into the night, and didn’t wake up until dawn the next day.

[mustanggg]

Slut me out 😮‍💨❤️

I turned over in bed, completely waking up once I came to the realisation that Daryl wasn’t back. It was dark out. My mind began to run rampant, conjuring up scenarios of him being hurt. Daryl always tried to come back within the day if he hadn’t told me before he left he’d be staying out later. He knew how much I tend to worry about him.

I sigh as I stretch over into his side, grabbing his pillow and curling around as I breathe in his scent. I lay awake in the darkness, anxiety curling in my gut before my body forces me into a fitful sleep once.

****

“Oh,” I sighed out. I was having the best dream. My legs were wrapped around Daryl’s head and he was going to town on me.

“Yess,” I reach down and wrap my hands in the strands of his hair, tugging. I try to arch my back at the responding growl of approval but he has me pinned to the bed.

Wait, I think to myself. My hands tug again and the movements of his tongue become more desperate. Urged on by my own desperation tinged with slight pain. I freeze and my eyes pop open.

I lean up onto my elbows, noticing the shape of a body beneath the sheets between my legs. I begin to lift the sheets to feast upon the sight of him my legs wrapped around him when he pushes two fingers into me and latches hungrily onto my bud and I collapse back onto the bed at the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

“Daryl,” I moan out, from the pleasure tightening in my stomach to the relief that he’s back.

“Mmhh,” he hums around me and my hands clench harder onto his hair, a gasp ripping free.

“Baby, come here,” I groan out, unwrapping myself from him to try and tug him up my body to make sure he’s actually real and safe. That this isn’t some very vivid dream.

He never once stops thrusting his fingers and flicking his tongue as his unoccupied hand moves to wrap my thighs back around his head, tightening them around his head, a moan slipping out from him at the pressure that travels through me.

“Please, oh god,” I feel myself start to clench down onto him as his movements become more vicious, pumping in and out of me with one thing on his mind.

My back arches of the bed and my thighs clench even harder around him as the orgasm rips through, literally taking my breath away as I try to gasp out.

As his fingers retreat my body falls back down onto the bed, my shaking thighs releasing him from their death grip.

I sigh out contentedly as Daryl crawls up my body and places a wet kiss on my lips. “Mornin sweetheart.”

“Daryl,” is all I can manage as I wrap my arms and legs around him, incredibly happy that he’s here, he’s safe and back with me.

“Are you okay?” I push him back so I can inspect him from head to toe, taking notice of how he’s straining against his boxers.

“I’s fine, sorry I was out so late. Didn’t mean ta worry ya.”

“Oh Daryl,” as he rolls onto his side I follow him, wrapping myself back around him so there’s no space in between our bodies.

“Lemme make it up ta ya,” I begin to protest as he rolls onto his back and slides me with him so I’m straddling his stomach.

“You already-“ he cuts me off as he pulls me down to slam his lips onto mine. As he hungrily kisses me I feel him fumble to lower his boxers.

His teeth nip my lower lip and I part them, meeting his tongue as the taste of myself flows into me. Alongside my juices a hint of cigarette and all Daryl floods into my mouth urging my need for him.

His hands grip my waist as he lifts me up onto my knees. I reach behind him and grab onto him, lining myself up before he forcefully slams my hips down to meet his.

“Fuckk,” his hisses out as I cry out against him. He hands flex around my waist as he eyes slam shut.

“I love how ya always ready fer me baby,” he growls out as he lifts me again and slams me back down.

He’s in complete control, despite being underneath me Daryl controls the way my body receives whatever pleasure he wants to give me.

“Dare,” I mewl, plastering my chest to his, wanting to be as close to him as possible as his hands dictate my movements, slamming my hips down into his harshly.

“Ahh fuck-“ he grits out as he wraps one of his arms around me, securing me to him as his other hand steels around my waist to quicken my movements.

When I press my head into the crook of his neck and begin to place light kisses, his grip tightens before he releases me. His movements slow.

“Lean back baby,” he demands of me as he helps my sensitive body sit back up on him.

When I attempt to move on top of him my confused eyes meet his, questioning why he steeled my hips to his.

I open my mouth to ask when his hands gripping my hips ruts me forward and then back quickly. Words die as a moan slips out. My eyes slam close at the sensation of him inside of me and the rough rubbing of my nub against him.

I brace my hands on his chest and encourage his movements. Slap.

“Look at me,” he growls out, slapping my other cheek as a groan rumbles through his chest at the way I spasm around him.

My eyes pop open and connect with his. The full blown lust and complete love shining in them has my stomach tending before I vicariously contract around him.

I fight to keep eye contact as my orgasm slams down onto me. I begin to protest, trying to remove his hands to shy away from the pleasure but he just slaps me again and keeps rutting me against him.

The continued stimulation has me gasping for breathe as it draws out my powerful orgasm. Wave after wave stronger than the last hits me before it slowly ebbs away and leaves my body spent, jelly like, collapsing all its weight forward onto Daryl.

I feel his chest shake slightly with his soft laughter as his movements come to a halt, him still hard and ready inside me.

“Cmon baby, one more,” he encourages me, finger tips trailing down the length of my spine.

“I-I can’t,” I begin to protest, trying to move away from him but he secures me further to his chest.

“Yes ya can,” he coos as he thrusts into me again, my body betrays me when it follows through with his movements.

“Mm.”

I begin to sigh in relief, when he lifts my hips, thinking we were done for the night, when he rams back into me.

Tired moans slip out from my lips as he uses my body, chasing his own release whilst I slowly crawl back up the ladder to my own.

When his movements halt I find myself lifting my tired hips. “Please,” I whimper, wanting the release but being too tired to move.

A smug chuckle falls from his lips as he picks up his movements again, slapping his hips against mine as he brought us both closer.

I squeal out when one of his hands drift between us and begins to tease my nub. God it was so sensitive it almost hurt.

Burying my face into the crook of his neck, my body begins to tense, teasing along the edge of the drop.

The woods, leather and cigarettes envelope me as I breathe in his scent. My moans become more desperate at his smell.

“Ya can do it baby,” he drawls, his own movements beginning to become hasty as he rubs faster, tossing me over the edge of a slightly smaller orgasm.

He groans loudly, adding to the pleasure. Daryl groaning out was one of my favourite things to hear in this world.

When he continued to rock into me, I protested again and began to try to lift up off him and move away but he held my hips still and brought them down to me his desperate thrusts before he stilled, bottoming out as he spilled into me.

Contentment and satisfaction soared through as I once again collapsed against Daryl, letting him bear my weight as we held one another.

“You’re forgiven,” I mutter sleepily as I snuggle further into his neck, wrapping my arms behind his head to slide as close to him as possible.

“‘M still sorry,” he whispers before he plants a kiss to the crown of my head and settled into the bed, arms wrapping around my body.

[alloutofgoddesses]

They removed your tailbone????????????????

YES!!! Story time!

It was winter. It was seventh grade. I was walking back inside on the sidewalk. The sidewalk had not been salted properly. I slipped on a huge patch of ice and instantly felt pain right where your tailbone exists. It hurt like a bitch but I had just taken a hard fall onto concrete so like of course it hurt. It went away after a while so I figured it was fine.

Until it came time to travel to my grandparents house several states away and I was in TEARS by the end of the road trip. My butt hurt SO BAD, way more than the usual aches and pains of road tripping. And then the pain didn’t go away.

At first my mother did not believe me which Rude but eventually I went to my doctor, and she ordered an X-ray and she couldn’t really tell what was wrong so she ordered an MRI and both those things led to her noticing that I have three degenerated disks in my lower spine (honestly probably the cause of most of my problems) and it looked like my tailbone was “anti-verted” which I will forever believe is just a fancy doctor term for “idk man it looks weird”

I get sent to a specialist. The specialist has ZERO bedside manner and tells me, a scared very mentally unwell thirteen year old that my only options are to have a surgery wouldn’t really fix the problem or take Advil for the rest of my life. That sucked. My mom took me to Spirit Halloween to cheer me up because it was so bad.

By this point, I’m in pain all the time. I get a special pillow to sit on both in the car and at school, and it is put in my IEP that I have special permission to stand up in class whenever necessary because the pain was just that distracting. To help mitigate the pain, I am seeing a chiropractor on a very regular basis. It’s awkward as hell because I’m experiencing puberty and he’s constantly touching my lower back and butt.

Blah blah blah I make it to eighth grade and I am having A Bad Time. I’m in so much pain that I think it’s the only thing I’m going to feel for the rest of my life. I am being heavily bullied at church on top of getting injected with a crap ton of religious trauma. At the same time I’m going through a sexuality crisis because middle school. I am scrounging for reasons to get out of bed and it’s only working sometimes. It’s BAD.

Somewhere along the line my chiropractor takes a look at my X-ray and he goes: “This is broken. This is very broken. Your tailbone is broken.”

I look at the X-ray. Instead of being attached to my spine, my tailbone is completely detached from bone, muscle, tissue, and is existing at a 90 degree angle in my body cavity. No fucking wonder it hurt so much!!

On it goes. We know what the problem is but we don’t know how to fix it and this point I have a very healthy mistrust of doctors.

Enter my eighth grade social studies teacher. Her husband has been the gym teacher at the elementary school where my dad works since idk the beginning of time probably. And also, small town, so they both me well.

She hears what’s going on. She sees me struggling to exist on the daily. She pulls me to the side after class one day and says “Hey. My son broke his tailbone a couple years ago. We went to this doctor and the surgery they did really helped.”

Cue social studies teacher getting in contact with my parents and me having approximately a million appointments at a doctor’s office in *gasp* the great city of El Paso, Texas. The doctor decides that it’s best to remove the bone because it just floating around is causing A Lot of nerve damage.

So, July 7th, 2016 I got my tailbone removed from my body in a procedure called a coccygectomy. I had to figure out how to do things while either completely laying down or standing up for two weeks because I couldn’t sit. I walked around with a Franken-butt for a few weeks until the stitches dissolved. I still have nerve damage and I will probably never be able to sit normally or without pain again but it is so much better then it used to be.

And now that social studies teacher is my principal and I have a cool scar that I can’t ever show to anyone because well. The location of the tailbone is. You know.

[regnantlight]

sleep meme

type of bed.

Pre-game: goose-feather Queen sized bed

Post-game: chicken-feather and straw twin sized bed

number of blankets.

Pre-game & Post-game: Just one, typically! She likes to have a medium weight blanket but will also sleep with a thin quilt. In the colder months, she’ll layer a thick and thin blanket together. She typically will cocoon herself in the blanket by the end of the night (which means she will absolutely steal the covers in her sleep if she happens to be sharing)

number of pillows.

Pre-game: 4. She uses two to sleep on, one between her knees (she gets lower back pain from long hours at her desk) and will either cuddle the fourth or place it behind her back.

Post-game: 1 (sometimes 2)

type of clothing.

Pre-game: Silk robes (fleece in the winter with wool socks)

Post-game: Cotton robes (layered with a shirt and long socks in the winter)

does it matter where they sleep ?

Not if she’s tired enough, but otherwise she would find it difficult to fall asleep in an open space unless she was with someone trusted and capable of protecting her. When away from home, she sleeps best in an inn or on a traveling cot in a tent.

what do they do if they cannot fall asleep ?

She’ll have a warm drink (tea or milk with honey) and read or work on her notes until her eyes begin to sting.

frequent dreams, nightmares.

Pre-game: Zelda frequently has stress dreams that manifest as nightmares, though the details of them often elude her.

Post-game: She has frequent dreams of the Century War, though oddly, not all of them are nightmares. In some of them, they are more like variations of what she wishes could have been, in which everyone lived and the Century War never happened at all.

deep slumber or naps ?

Deep sleep.

when do they sleep ?

It depends on how involved she is in her work, but she readies herself for bed at about 9-10 PM on an average night. When she falls asleep is another story.

what could wake them up ?

Sudden loud noises, speaking, or touches jolt her awake.

tagged by. @dullweapons (Thank you!)

tagging. @zoragrace @mielmoto @valorborn @thuganomxcs @lunaferrous @dichotomouskey @valorxdrive @litoredeem @reigningsniper @cryptidsncurios (Xig and K)

[absentcaryatid]

Wooyoung's Chaperone

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Wooyoung's ankle injury requires him to make an early return from tour. You are the staff member given the difficult task of wrangling the impulsive idol.

2.8K words, Content note: gender neutral reader with a Richie brace, no romance, teen and up due to mild language, real world hassles relating to using a wheelchair

~

The assignment had been pitched to you as something so simple any low-level KQ staffer could do it. In fact, that was why the task had been given to you. While not a manager yet, your training had been successful so far, and the reason you ended up being picked for the unusual job of escorting a member of ATEEZ home to South Korea from Japan. The perk of one-on-one time with an idol might have sounded like an honor so early in your career, but the reality would be far different if the copious warnings to brace yourself were anything to go by.

When Wooyoung twisted his ankle on tour, he had first tried to work through the pain. Hongjoong noted his friend was not giving his best performance and pulled him aside during a break to get an answer. After hearing the reason, Hongjoong ruled, “You need to sit the rest of the concert out.” Sensing Wooyoung's objection, he added, “This is not about how dedicated or strong you are. I've seen the way you practice until exhaustion. You need to heal, and while injured you pose a risk to the rest of the team if you fall on any of us while trying to keep up.”

'For the good of ATEEZ' was an answer Wooyoung would accept. Loath to disappoint ATINY, he bargained to remain on stage as long as he was seated. The leader accepted that accommodation and Wooyoung's voice was present while the usual B.B Trippin dance crew member who rehearsed Wooyoung's choreography in the development stage seamlessly filled in as understudy.

Unable to stick to the deal, Wooyoung was soon spotted far too active and being carried piggyback by Yunho to get closer to the fans during the finale. Hongjoong caught Wooyoung's grimace when the injured man was finally let down, so Hongjoong slowly walked a limping Wooyoung off stage at the concert's end with some caring but stern words for the misbehaving member.

After being checked out by a doctor it was concluded Wooyoung needed to be off duties completely for the best chance at a full recovery from what was determined to be a sprain. Heartbroken to miss KCON Japan, Wooyoung was already feeling down. To be shipped back to the dorm before his members made him inconsolable.

With a reputation as a lovable rogue, even in his subdued state Wooyoung was still considered a somewhat difficult charge. It was not through malice, and his heart was always in the right place, but things always seemed to get out of hand around him. Each of the senior managers in turn passed the chaperone task on to a staffer of lower seniority. This is how the assignment finally landed in your lap. Your first international travel was now cut short, but the perceived prestige of the new job being temporarily responsible for Wooyoung made up for leaving Japan earlier than expected.

Showing up at his hotel room bright and early the next day, you were met at the door by a frustrated Hongjoong. “I hope that wheelchair you brought has a lockable seat belt. The way my roommate keeps hopping up for one more thing when he is supposed to let me do all the packing for him, I'd glue Wooyoung to the chair if I could.”

An innocent looking Wooyoung reclined on the bed nearest the door with the injured foot propped up on some pillows, wrapped in an elastic compression bandage and under a flexible ice pack. Glancing up from his charging phone, he tiredly gave a small wave in greeting.

Surely Wooyoung was not as much trouble as Hongjoong implied. As a recent hire, your duties for KQ had not included much contact with the idols themselves yet so their off-camera personalities were mostly unfamiliar. The managers you worked with were professional and tended not to complain, though occasional groaning about Wooyoung had been overheard from time to time. Perhaps they had exaggerated, for the man before you seemed nothing but sweet despite his saddened condition.

After introducing yourself, you got straight to business. “The sedan will be here soon to take us to the airport. Do you have all your things?”

“Just one more to go.” Wooyoung swung his legs off the bed to walk the half step to the wall socket.

“Freeze.”

Before he could put weight on his feet, Wooyoung stopped in his tracks. Hongjoong's eyes widened at your commanding tone, and he nodded in approval.

Moving to unplug the phone's cord yourself, you handed it to Wooyoung who stashed it in his bag on the bed. Unsure if it was the right tack to take with your charge, you rolled up your trouser leg, revealing a black plastic brace around the calf which was held in place with two Velcro straps over the shin.

Looking at you curiously, Wooyoung joked, “Are you going to kick my ass with your robot leg if I don't behave?”

Hongjoong snorted.

The temptation to say 'yes' was strong, but you resisted, remaining serious instead. “I used to turn my ankle all the time as a child. After so much damage I now have a pinched nerve that requires my foot to be stabilized to keep the pain away. You keep clowning around like that risking reinjury and you might need a Richie brace too.” Realizing you made your orthotic sound like a punishment, you amended, “I love my brace for the mobility it returned to me, but my own dancing career was sidelined and I don't want the same to happen to you. I have been told you are going to need to baby that foot for four to six weeks as it is. Don't let it get worse.”

Wooyoung looked cowed, making you wonder of you had gone too far, but then he grinned a moment later. “I like it when you are firm with me. Everybody else outside the members seems a little intimidated by my idol status and ends up being lenient. No wonder you got this job of babysitting me.”

This time Hongjoong's laugh was far stronger.

Your unexpected skill was far from the reason you had gotten stuck with Wooyoung, but you weren't about to lose face when he was considering behaving, so you let the comment pass without correction.

“I see you are in good hands,” Hongjoong noted. Looking to you he pled, “Please take care of Wooyoung and see him home safe.” He then turned attention again to his member. “We will follow you in a few days. It will go fast. Be good.”

Wooyoung reached from his seated position on the edge of the bed for a hug before departure, but Hongjoong deftly stepped back with the reflexes of both a dancer and someone with a lifetime of avoiding most physical touch. Seeing Wooyoung's face fall, Hongjoong relented and gave a partial embrace. You suspected it would have been warmer without your presence, so you busied yourself wheeling the suitcase to the door and getting Wooyoung's shoes from the entry.

Your own medical history had well prepared you for the role of temporary caregiver. Transfer from bed to wheelchair as lightly on the bad ankle as possible was something you had mastered long ago from the patient side of things, so it was an easy matter to reverse roles this time. After gently placing Wooyoung's shoes on him, you explained how you were going to move your patient with a minimum of stress to his injury. With the newly purchased manual wheelchair now opened and locked in place alongside the bed with footrests swung aside, you asked for permission to touch Wooyoung.

He looked at you with wonder. “I'm so used to staff just touching me for wardrobe and makeup that what you have described won't be a problem. Thank you for asking though. Not everybody would think of my boundaries like that and I appreciate it. I should do the same for you. Are you okay with my hands on your shoulders like you described for the transfer?”

It was now your turn to be awed as you nodded consent. With fans cheering their every move, it would have been easy to become self-centered as an idol. Instead, the two men today had been very thoughtful and humble. Hongjoong had responded immediately to your earlier request to get a belt from Wooyoung's suitcase to make transfer easier. Actually, it had been more of an assignment to the leader of ATEEZ since your attention was solely focused on Wooyoung's needs. Hongjoong had kindly accepted your apology as soon as you realized the mistake.

On the count of three, you gripped the belt and smoothly helped pivot Wooyoung on his good foot to the chair while he held your shoulders for stability. Being so closely face to face with a star like this was unexpected. You had seen Wooyoung's charms in performance videos. In person his charisma was even more impressive. But, that was not why you were here, and it was distracting. In different circumstances you might have welcomed his approach, but not on the job. Still forming the words to ask Wooyoung to tone it down, Hongjoong noticed your quandary and stepped in.

“Your chaperone is working. Can it with the flirty looks.”

Chastened, Wooyoung explained he had unintentionally been in fanservice mode. Taking Hongjoong's advice to heart, he even checked his shirt buttons and secured the last one over his chest. “Sorry, it is a habit,” he admitted.

“I'm taking care of you because it is my job. You don't need to be pleasant to earn it. In fact, it would not surprise me if you feel grumpy or down because of the pain and that is okay.”

Reminded of his need for medication, Wooyoung set an alarm for the next scheduled dose then returned the phone to his pocket. “All set,” he announced. As Hongjoong held the hotel room door open, Wooyoung was given the task of maneuvering the rolling luggage by the handle while you pushed him in the wheelchair. His light bag for the short flight was placed in his lap and your gym bag, the totality of your own luggage for the trip, was already in the transport KQ had rented for the tour.

Hongjoong joined you in the elevator for a final goodbye before heading to the day's activities for the remaining members. Working well as a team already, you successfully transferred Wooyoung and his suitcase into the vehicle then collapsed the wheelchair and placed it in the back. Hopping in, Wooyoung patted the seat at his side and you relented, even though you would be alongside him for the duration of the flight soon enough. With a skill for storytelling, he was soon revealed to be a good travel companion.

“You know, as a trainee before my first international flight the others teased me about what the plane would be like.”

Laughing at the antics of his teammates Seonghwa, Jongho, and his specially noted friend of many years Yeosang made the ride to the airport pass quickly despite thick traffic. Hefting the wheelchair out again, for a moment you wondered if there had been a more convenient way to get Wooyoung off the injured ankle. Back at the dorm he would begin using crutches, perhaps Jongho's on loan until he was fitted for his own, but to make travel less tiring he had agreed to the wheelchair for now.

Once the luggage was checked you made it through the arduous security process for wheelchair users. Wooyoung's jokes and pleasant demeanor kept your own spirits up through preboarding for people with disabilities and their attendants. He appreciated you dealing with the hassle of insisting the wheelchair be stored in the plane's cupboard for that purpose rather than risking damage in the cargo hold.

Now settled, you both pulled out anything needed in flight then stowed bags under the seat. There was a moment of silence before Wooyoung launched into chattiness. He did have a lot to say. Any lull in conversation was filled by facts about ATEEZ and anything else that caught his interest in the moment.

“Did you know Jongho's left ear is higher than the other? He is left-handed too, but I don't think that is related. And Mingi has a mole below his eye but it is only makeup to be like me. Mine is real though. Try and rub it off, you'll see!”

“No, thank you.” You shook your head, dazed by the steady patter. Now that you were getting used to it, it was pleasant though. The constancy of his attractive voice was like gentle rain punctuated by harsher thunder of surprisingly high-pitched cackles that caused other passengers to turn heads.

By the time the plane began a descent toward Seoul, you realized all the warnings about Wooyoung had been for nothing because the two of you got along so well. It turned out your charge was not a troublemaker so much as a nonstop talker. Perhaps Wooyoung's instantly friendly approach might have been off-putting to some of the other employees, but you had not minded his style at all. The conversation had been reciprocal too. Wooyoung had listened attentively in turn, and by the end of your flight you recognized a feeling of warm friendship toward the idol.

Luggage claim went smoothly, but the trip to his dorm was another introduction to disabled life. With ATEEZ scheduled to be in Japan for another week the driving staff was either with the tour or had the time off. Wooyoung fumed when the first rideshare passed you up with a dirty look once they saw his wheelchair. You couldn't help but agree with Wooyoung that the frustrations of dealing with a health problem are compounded by unnecessary grief from other people. Luckily, another person came along soon enough.

Two people, luggage, and a wheelchair were confidently loaded into the vehicle by the able driver. Garrulous as ever despite the wear of travel, Wooyoung had made yet another friend by the time his dorm's building was in sight. With one final transfer to the wheelchair from the car, Wooyoung was back home.

Once you settled him on the couch you checked in with your boss. “Mission accomplished. Is there an aide coming? I don't want to leave Wooyoung alone when he needs to stay off that foot.”

“One should have been there by now. Let me check my messages. Okay, looks like I have some good news and some bad news.”

Having very quickly figured out the bad news, you first decided hear the part you didn't know.

“You are promoted to manager now due to this assignment. You've had a trial by fire and come through with flying colors, and the approval of Wooyoung too by the sound of his glowing texts to San that were passed along.”

You resigned yourself to confirmation of what you already suspected. “And the bad news?”

“Looks like the caregiver booking fell through due to nobody currently available at the agency we usually use. Congratulations, you are assigned Wooyoung full-time for the week until the rest of us get back.”

Overhearing the speakerphone conversation, Wooyoung whooped and let out an effusive, “Bestie!”

You put your gym bag down on the coffee table. Clothes packed for the trip would do just as well for working in the dorm. “I guess I am home now too then.”

The situation actually wasn't so bad. Schedule already cleared while expecting to be in Japan, you had nothing planned outside work. The recently purchased couch of the new dorm looked comfortable enough for keeping yourself available round the clock until other staff returned. It turned out not to be needed, though. Hongjoong offered his own bed one room down the hall once he heard about the situation from Wooyoung. It had taken some convincing on Hongjoong's part, but being better rested to serve Wooyoung was a compelling argument.

Not one to brag, you wouldn't be revealing to anyone you had slept in Hongjoong's bed, as innocent as it was with him still in Japan. At any rate, it was a far better offer than sharing with Wooyoung as he so kindly suggested. You would do a lot for your job, but you wouldn't go that far. While you trusted he would keep his hands to himself despite a tendency toward clinginess, you knew he would keep you up all night with talking and laughter. Fun in other circumstances, but not when you had a week of caregiving work to be well-rested for.

~

Wooyoung Masterlist

Masterlist of Stories with No Romance

General Masterlist

[birdenpsikotik]

Lumbar Support Chair - Are You Sitting Comfortably?

The different kinds of lumbar support are the ergonomic chair, the adjustable back support chair, and the click here to learn more portable lumbar back support. You can even use a towel or small pillow.

Sometimes, back pain is the result of something that is quite easy to remedy. All you might be needing is a product that is specially designed to ease back pain problems. People have a tendency to slouch forward, especially when remaining seated for a prolonged period, which is why lumbar support chair options have become increasingly important. The slouching position that we often find ourselves in can push the lower back out, which is the opposite of your spine’s natural inward curve. When this happens, the structures in your lower back can become strained. Proper lumbar support when sitting in a chair is flush against the small of your back. The biggest benefits you can get from such support are that your ears, shoulders, and pelvis are kept in alignment and the natural curve of your spine is maintained.

Here are the types of lumbar support mentioned in lumbar support information and currently available in different types of office chairs:Ergonomic Chair – This is a type of office chair that is ergonomically sculpted with a built-in lumbar support curvature. To check if an ergonomic chair is right for you, sit up straight in the chair with your head, spine, and buttocks in proper alignment. Lean all the way back into the backrest. If the curve of the chair naturally follows the curve of your back, then it is the right fit. It is very important to test this kind of chair because its lumbar support feature can no longer be adjusted.

Adjustable Back Support Chair – This chair features a seatback that can be adjusted to fit the user’s needs. If you choose to use this kind of chair, you should make sure that the seatback is positioned such that the curve of your spine is properly supported by the curve in the back of the chair. If you are not the only person who will be using the chair throughout the day, then it is a good idea to buy one with adjustable back support.Portable Lumbar Back Support – This term refers to cushions or lumbar rolls that are fitted into the back of an office chair. These devices can be used almost all types of chair and carried around during travel. Some of these devices are inflatable, which means that you can increase or decrease the amount of support as needed.

A Towel or Small Pillow – In most cases, you don’t really have to buy a commercial lumbar support chair or device. You could simply take a small pillow or roll up a towel and then position it at your lower back to provide the needed support. This may be the best option if your work does not require prolonged sitting at all times.These are just some of the products that you could use to ease your ailment.

Aside from using any of the above lumbar support chair options, you can also avoid back pain by standing up, walking around, and stretching from time to time rather than remaining seated for more than thirty minutes at a time.

[lsdjrn]

SUMMARY

Henry chimes confidently, “Well, I'm betting that y'all came up here to get a view of the city and plan a way out. And when the sun's up, we'll show you one.”

Ellie wordlessly glanced at Joel, but he’s staring back at Javier instead. Two pairs of dark brown orbs dancing in suspicion. Javier breaks eye contact first. He stands up, staggers a little as he leaves the room.

���Whatever your answer is, you’ll say yes anyway.”

SERIES MASTERLIST

“Javier, please. Save who you can save.”

Palms sweating, numb fingers wrapped with racked anxiety as Javier tried to lower his Beretta. But his arms were locked in place, forced to point at a blank spot between his best friend’s piercing blue eyes. Javier could not bring himself to back up an inch, as a sticky crimson liquid pooled near their feet started touching the tip of his shoes. A lifeless body crumpled on the floor, unruly golden hair covering her face. Javier didn’t even want to glance at it.

“Steve, we can… I don’t think-”

“You know what the fuck these things are. And how the damage will eat up my body soon, just like Connie,” Steve hissed, his grip on Javier tightened even more, forcing him to raise the weapon again. He took a glimpse at the corpse, “End it now and go find the light. I’d see you soon.”

Steve’s fingers closing around his. Everything moved in slow blur.

Getting used to waking up from an unpleasant throwback in darkness is much less of a hassle these days, but Javier still finds that his fight-or-flight response keeps nagging him at times. He sits up carefully, wincing as his half-swollen right ankle screams in pain again. Javier groans. There is an unusual chilly air tickling his skin, accompanied by the ticking of his watch under the pillow, moving in a repetitive rhythm. Glancing at the empty blankets beside him–

“Shit. Henry?”

Flashes of the worst possibilities Javier always feared come to his mind.

Javier musters his energy to shake off the sleepiness out of him. Quickly he gathers his weapon and flashlight, running as fast as his limp leg allows.

After years pleading to any deities he thought existed in the world, this crumbled universe has started sending Javier surprises he doesn’t need anymore. Absentmindedly reaching into his back pocket, Javier mutters an unintelligible curse. Damn, how could he forget that he ran out of the last cigarette stocks yesterday?

Javier slides on the floor, staring at the two outsiders–one of whom bears an uncanny resemblance of his own face. He feels burnt out, and now Javier doesn’t even try to hide the exhaustion. The other person, a young girl, is eyeing him with a mix of amusement and caution before looking back at her companion. Father and daughter? Oh, what a sweet bonding time.

“Sam, how many times do I have to tell you that if your brother is trying to do something possibly dangerous, wake me up immediately,” Javier signs to the boy. Sam shrugs a little, continuing to munch his food but then he nudges Henry, who purposely avoids Javier’s gaze.

“Dude you still tryin' to play hero? You can’t even walk properly!” Henry protests.

“It’s temporary, and besides, I can't guarantee the safety of your actions when unsupervised by me. You’re lucky these people weren’t harming you.” Javier turned to the strangers, “I’m Javier. These are Henry, and Sam. He is eight.”

The teenager answered first, “Cool. I’m Ellie.”

She slaps the older man’s knee, causing Javier to almost snort at that gesture.

“I'm Joel. Look, you ate, we didn't kill each other,  let's call this a win-win and move on.”

If they encountered each other during the period of time where Javier fought and traveled for himself after going through too many losses, Joel would have been right. People without significant purposes of teaming up were better that way, or so Javier thought. However, as Javier struggles to keep Henry and Sam alive and escape this hellish city, Joel and Ellie’s presence becomes a star-crossed miracle. Especially with his recent careless slip ups, all Javier got were a sprained ankle and bleeding leg. One silver bullet found its way to his thigh, which definitely freaked Henry out because they all tried to perform the surgery with only a small amount of knowledge. Javier’s acts definitely planted extra hatred in their ultimate pursuer.

The prime days were over. He is nothing but a grumpy mustached guy now.

“Well, I'm betting that y'all came up here to get a view of the city and plan a way out. And when the sun's up, we’ll show you one. How’s that sound?” Henry offers.

“Um…” Ellie looks at Joel, but he’s staring back at Javier instead. Two pairs of dark brown orbs danced in suspicion. “I think we-”

“Whatever your answer is, you’ll say yes anyway.”  Javier abruptly stands up, excusing himself.

He staggers a little as he leaves the room.

“Welcome to Killa City.”

Through his yellow-tinted aviator sunglasses, Javier just realized how small Henry is in comparison to him, Joel, and the large windows in this building. But one thing Javier has always been proud of about Henry is his unwavering bravery from the first time they met, even when Henry silently told him how Joel's "asshole voice" creeped him out yesterday. Javier smiled a bit at his comment. Why should Henry feel that way when Joel is basically a copy of him?

It was a silly question to which Henry replied comically, “Jav, he ain’t on your level of suaveness.”

Thanks to the better lighting this morning, Javier can finally see more details of Joel’s face as Henry does most of the talking. There are curls, salt-and-pepper beards, rugged days carved in wrinkles, and probably a bunch of repressed motives under a guarded gaze. What a familiar callback to a reflection in Javier’s own dirty, cracked mirror. Intriguing.

“No FEDRA,” said Joel.

“Not as of 10 days ago, no,” Henry hums.

“We always heard KC FEDRA was…”

“Monsters? You are right,” Javier interjects, “Raped and tortured and murdered people for 20 years.”

Henry continues, “And you know what happens when you do that to people? The moment they get a chance, they do it right back to you.”

“But you're not FEDRA.” Joel raises his eyebrows, something doesn’t seem clicking with the way these two strangers do their function inside the city.

They both share a look before Javier slowly shakes his head, “No. Me and Henry, we’re collaborators-”

“I don't work with rats.”

“Yeah, you fսcking do! Today you do 'cause we live here and you don't. We know this city, and that's how we’re gonna help you get out,” Henry spits out, though his trembling voice doesn’t indicate an ounce of certainty in it.

Joel doesn’t look convinced at all. "Why? You have your cool friend."

“We saw what you did, the way you killed those men. And what a coincidence, I failed a flee attempt, was shot, and broke an ankle” Javier shrugs, ignoring the mocking tone. “Generally fucked up. More reasons we need strong backup.” 

Ellie and Sam’s laughter suddenly rings out, turning their heads at the same time. The two kids are engrossed in some kind of cheap joke book compilation. Javier’s softening gaze towards them doesn’t go unnoticed by Joel.

“Haven't heard that in a long time.”

Henry simply nods at his friend’s comment.

 Meanwhile, Joel sighs. This is getting nowhere if none of them make a decision. Despite everything, he has his own mission to go, and technically Joel is not obliged to keep them company after getting out of Kansas. Besides, it's always easy to remove unwanted danger along the way.

 “So Javier, how are we gettin' out?

The first time his name finally rolls off Joel's mouth, it carries a bitter sarcasm.

NEXT: 1.2. ARUNIKA

swastamita = sunset (sanskrit). the end is the same for everyone = lyrics excerpt from nothing but thieves' song, "six billion". Dividers credit: cafekitsune || saradika

[ainyan]

A sleepy kiss

She was all but asleep in his arms as he carried her through the Annex and into the back hallway where the nap rooms awaited the needs of their occupants. At least she was alive; at least she was breathing, and didn't seem to be in much pain at the moment.

And at least they'd spirited her away from the party before her exhaustion had caught up with her. The last thing they needed was the clucking hens of the Forum worrying over her and getting in the way.

Thancred knew G'raha and Alphinaud weren't far behind, but they were traveling along the paths laid out through the city, and he'd taken to the rooftops to get her home as swiftly as possible. By the time they arrived, he hoped to have her tucked in her bed and ready for them to begin their healing work at once.

He nudged open the door to the room assigned to her and slipped inside, booting it shut with his heel. Still cradling her in his arms, he strode swiftly across the room, ducking around the table heaped high with books and crafting supplies towards the corner where her bed rested.

Glancing down, he gazed at her sleepy face. He could see the faint lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth, etched by pain and exhaustion. Eventually they would fade, but for now - well.

At least she was alive.

Gently, he lowered her to the bed, reaching up to untangle her arms from around his neck and settle her back into the mattress. As she squirmed with discomfort and tried to find a comfortable way to lay, he dragged the blankets up and over her.

She peered up at him with hazy lavender-edged eyes. "Thancred?" she said muzzily.

He paused. "Yes, Kali?" When she motioned with one hand, he leaned in, realizing that it must hurt even to talk.

It might have hurt to talk, but that wasn't what she had in mind. With just the faintest glimmer of a smile, she reached up to catch at his cheek and draw him down to plant a soft, sleepy kiss on his mouth. Startled, he didn't resist - indeed, it took everything he had not to follow her down as she released him and sank into her pillow. "Thank you," she breathed. "For rescuing me."

"Always," he assured her, straightening as the door opened and G'raha Tia and Alphinaud rushed in. "Always. Sleep," he crooned, stepping back to let the healers take their place. "Sleep. Rest. Recover."

Live.

He watched a moment longer, but did not linger, no matter how he wanted to. He could offer nothing to the healing, and he could feel Y'shtola approaching, no doubt with Urianger and Alisaie at her side. The other Scions could contribute.

It was left to him to do what he did best.

Pray.

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Gilthanis (Part 1)

Leaves crunched beneath Gilthanis’ boot and he flinched, his eyes flicking to the doe ahead of him. Her strong flanks rippled in the morning light, though the twitching appeared to have nothing to do with him. She still stood in the middle of the meadow, her head lowered into a patch of dew-soaked clover which she grazed upon. 

Gilthanis knew this doe. He’d known her for almost a decade now and the image of her as a young deer was burned into his memory. He’d watched her raise her own fawns, seen her play in her younger years. It was last season when he first noticed the herd leaving her behind more and more. She had grown old and tired. Her legs couldn’t handle the pace at which the group traveled now. While the doe had maintained over the winter, Gilthanis hated watching her struggle to keep up with her family. He’d even dispatched a bear that had gone in for the kill last fall. It was written in the stars, and though he had cried into his pillow for days about the decision, Gilthanis knew in his heart that it was time. 

He shifted in place, crouched between a thicket and large tree and raised his bow. His fingers clenched around the drawstring, his eyes burning with tears not yet formed. 

“There is kindness here, Gilthanis. Always remember to do what you will with kindness. The forest will feel your intent and grace you with forgiveness.” His father’s strong words echoed in his mind as he squeezed his eyes, willing the tears away. The doe raised her head and looked skywards as a pair of Bright birds flew overhead. Their iridescent feathers reflected rainbows with every push of their powerful wings. 

The doe watched them until they’d faded over the treetops before turning her gaze towards the thicket where Gilthanis was crouched. His breath caught in his chest as her eyes met his. The pair watched each other for a moment before the doe started, turning and fleeing away from Gilthanis. At the same moment there was a snarl from behind him and Gilthanis narrowly avoided being knocked to the ground by the wolf who had lunged towards him. The animal landed just past where Gilthanis had been crouched a moment before and there was a pause as the wolf looked between the fleeing doe and the scared elf, choosing to focus his attention on the latter. His heart thundered in his ears as the wolf readied to resume its attack.

“Climb.” His brother’s voice demanded and Gilthanis avoided the animal for a second time, reaching for a thick branch and swinging himself out of the way. His eyes scanned for a his best option for escape. Across the meadow in the direction the doe had run of in was a grand maple. Gilthanis took off in a sprint, ignoring the rule to never turn your back on a predator. 

The wolves intent to kill was palpable and bile rose in his throat as he heard the beast begin to give chase behind him. He knocked the arrow again and turned to fire. His shot missed the wolf by inches and the creature stumbled in it’s pursuit. Gilthanis took the opportunity, dashing further into the meadow. 

Time slowed, his bootfalls kicking up mounds of moss and earth as he ran, the sunlight filtering through the dozens of shades of orange and green swelled, creating a mesmerizing display of nature. All around him the calls of birds seem to peak and elongate, screeching a song of shock and survival. Just before reaching the tree Gilthanis felt the warmth of hot breath and a sudden pain in his left shoulder as the wolf charged, missing his prey again. When the wolf landed and turned to resume the assault, Gilthanis was already up the maple, safely tucked between it’s trunk and a large branch more than fifteen feet off the ground. The wolf snapped and snarled as it tried jumping at the elf boy in his perch.

Gilthanis scrambled further up the tree, picking a spot where he could watch the wolf as it continued to circle the tree, trying in desperation to find a way to retrieve it’s meal. He knocked another arrow and drew back. His thighs clenched the tree branch and he slowed his breathing, doing his best to ignore the pain that traveled down his arm. 

“Do what you will with kindness.” The words reverberated within him. There’s no kindness here, he thought in reply. This beast, like many others, would not have clamped it’s jaws down on his throat with kindness. There would be no levity in his death throes. This was survival, and survival has no time for niceties. Soon, Gilthanis would be sent off to the Kinslayers where he would learn to fight amongst men, elves, and dwarves alike. Where he would taste his first dance with combat against another being as intelligent as himself. With hopes and dreams like he had. There, just as here, would be a desperate fight for survival. 

The wolf stopped circling just beneath the elf and braced itself against the tree with its front legs. Its long sweeping tail hung low between its legs as it snarled up at the elf. The shot was perfect. His arrow was aligned with it’s neck at this angle. It would be instant. That would be a kindness. As Gilthanis readied to release his arrow his heart faltered and his fingers no longer held his weapon with the grace and ease he was used to. But the damage was done, the arrow even less accurate than his last, struck the wolf in its side, just behind the shoulder. The wolf yelped and dropped from it’s stance, turning to flee into the woods. Gilthanis cursed as he watched the animal run across the meadow and into the deep brush. 

The forest remained silent for a few minutes before the rush of nature returned with a swell of “all clear”. The hidden birds in the trees resumed their frantic calls while smaller animals began to carry about their day, thankful that the danger had passed. Gilthanis continued to wait in his perch, squinting into the distance in an attempt to see if the wolf remained hidden, watching and waiting for his prey to falter. As the sun passed it’s peak, Gilthanis began to relax. He shouldered his bow and descended from his perch, dropping to the ground in a silent crouch. 

The deer would be long gone, and there was no doubt that his brother, Porthios, would take every opportunity to mock his younger siblings failings. With nothing to show of his hunt, the embarrassment would be all encompassing. A prince of the realm unable to fell an old doe well past her prime. No. 

Gilthanis would need the wolves hide; something to show for the disappointment of the day. He stood tall and looked to the meadow below. The grass lay bent, showing his own flight from the path of the beast as well as the bounding leaps the wolf had taken as it fled. Gilthanis could track a Snow-Cap Eagle through the clouds, following this wolfs trail would be a simple task for him. As Gilthanis rose to stand the ache in his shoulder demanded his attention and he winced, looking at the wound for the first time. Blood soaked his shirt sleeve, the tear where the wolfs nails had torn through saturated through and hanging flesh-like from the garment. The wound wasn’t deep, and it would heal quickly. He reached into his belt pouch, retrieving a strip of cloth wrapped in clean leaves from the Iniach trees, tying it around his arm with a grunt before continuing forward. If nothing else, he would have the wound, a mark that something had happened during the outing. An excuse. 

The word ran through his head and he felt his cheeks burn. Typical for the spare. Always an excuse. Always less than his older brother. Never good enough. He’d spent over a hundred years avoiding the reminders everywhere that he was the second-born. He didn’t want to resent his brother for the future promised to him. Gilthanis wanted to prove that while he might not be the heir to the throne, he was just as valuable. 

It wasn’t long before he picked up the trail through the woods. The wound was bleeding freely, leaving the hint of a trail as he wound through the thick trees and brush. Soon, Gilthanis came to a small pool of water surrounded by large trees. Bright blue butterflies danced above the calm waters, landing on the tall grasses along the edge. The wolf lay across from Gilthanis, doing it’s best to lick at its wound. He watched the scene with a quiet intensity. Beside the arrow, the scene seemed graceful. For the first time he was able to focus on the creature. It’s deep grey coat, flecked with browns and white. The strong jaw and long snout. It’s lithe body draped across the ground.

“Do what you will with kindness.” 

What is the answer, father, he wondered. This already wounded creature, beautiful and terrible at the same time. What was kindness here? Would the wolf die regardless of his actions? Would infection take it, or would it bleed out as it tried to continue with the arrow protruding from its side? Was it necessary to take justice for the attack? What was the difference between it and him? Both stalking a prey weaker than themselves.

Gilthanis let out a breath and the wolfs ears perked before drawing back low against it’s skull. It gazed across the pool, letting out a quiet growl as it watched the elf. Gilthanis stepped forward, mindful of  any signs of aggression. The wolf tensed but made no move to rise. 

The two hunters watched each other over the neutral ground of the pool. Gilthanis felt the tension in his body diminish. The fire in his heart begin to smolder. His fear was subsiding, the shock leaving him with each passing breath. 

“What is the answer.” He whispered into the woods, answered only by the continued chirping of birds from the trees above. One of the blue butterflies left it’s perch on the long grass, dashing here and there before coming to land on the paw of the injured wolf. Gilthanis smiled, despite the situation. The beast was terrified, and didn’t break eye contact as the butterfly landed. The delicate wings opened and closed on its foot. It was then Gilthanis made his decision. He stepped forward again, continuing with caution until he was only several feet from the wolf. He lowered his bow to the ground and removed his quiver. While crouched, he inched towards the creature. The wolf snuffed before letting out a sneeze, causing the butterfly to take flight once more. 

“It’s alright, I won’t hurt you.” Gilthanis said outloud, stretching a hand towards the animal. At the sound of his voice, the wolf’s ears perked and it’s tail hit the ground with a soft thump. A single motion, but one that carried no ill will towards the elf prince. Gilthanis moved at a snails pace, gradually stepping and leaning forward until he was no more than a few feet from the wolf. It was then that the beast laid back, resting it’s head on the floor of the forest and exposing it’s underside to him. Submitting. 

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Gilthanis said again, louder this time, as he closed the distance, resting his hand its flank. The wolves eyes flicked towards him before staring again into the distance. Now that he was closer, he could see that the arrow didn’t go as deep as he first thought. Removing the head might be possible. The wound did not have to be a death sentence. Gilthanis sighed, looking up to the sky above. 

“Do what you will with kindness.” He breathed out. Gilthanis reached into himself, feeling the pool of magic that he’d been taught to harness roiling in his veins. He calmed his body, letting the feeling concentrate in his hands. Calm, he thought, as the bubbling sensation flowed from his fingertips and into the creature before him. The rise and fall of the wolfs breathing slowed and he watched as the creatures eyes began to unfocus and close. When he was sure that the wolf was completely under the influence of his suggestion, he drew closer. The beast wasn’t asleep, it just wasn’t bothered by his presence. He wondered if the magic would be enough to keep the animal relaxed long enough to get the arrow head out.

“A stupid way to die.” His brother’s voice was so clear he almost wondered if Porthios had returned early from his trip to the human capital of Haven. Even if he had, Gilthanis would continue to ignore the disapproval. This was the answer, clear as day. Kindness comes in many forms. 

As quickly as he could, he drew his blade and with swift motions cut the wound wide enough to pry the flesh apart. The wolf flinched and whined, but did not attack, the magic holding it’s fear and pain at bay long enough for the elf to break the shaft and remove the head of the arrow. Once removed, he reached into his pack again and retrieving more clean cloth and a small leather bag full of ground moist herbs. He packed the wound with the herbs before doing his best to dress it. The cloth wouldn’t hold once the wolf got back on it’s feet, but for now it would help keep the injury clean. He hoped it would heal with little issue. 

When he had finished he leaned back and examined the work he’d done before rising to his feet and retreating back several feet where he released the hold he had on the animal. He watched a spark come back into the wolf's eyes and it raised its head looking around the pool. It spotted Gilthanis and its ears went back against its head again, but it didn’t rise from its spot. In response, Gilthanis lowered his gaze and bowed his head. 

“Thank you for the lesson, my friend. May you continue to walk this forest freely, and may our paths never cross in violence again.” He offered his words to the animal before him. The wolf huffed, letting its tail rise and fall once more in another singular thump against the forest floor. He backed away from the pool, keeping his eyes close on the wolf who made no attempt to follow him. Once he was further into the woods once again, he turned and began to head home, clutching the arrowhead in his hand, feeling the barbs along its tip.

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Our Hearts Collide - Chapter 27 - Part 1

*Warning - Adult Content*

Simon

Mornings spent in Vince's arms were probably the best feeling in the world, only second to the sense of being enveloped in the bond like last night.

Last night was more than just perfect, that just thinking about it sent a whirlwind of butterflies in my stomach.

Our legs were still tangled and a loose hand draped over my waist while his head rested next to my shoulder.

He was awake, based on the sounds of his breath, his eyes still shut but as soon as I turned my head to look at him, his eyes blinked open.

The bright blue staring back was enough to elicit a content hum.

I leant into him as his hand traveled up my bare chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

His eyes trailed as his fingers graced the tender spot between my collar bones.

His lips pursed into a frown.

"Is there something wrong?"

His blue orbs looked up at me through his lashes.

"That looks painful."

I lifted my hand to where his fingers rested, the memory of his lips pressing firmly against that spot made my cheeks flush.

Though it felt bruised, the speckle of the discolored area against his skin looked to outweigh what I must've had decorating my neck, especially if my memory served right.

"Those look painful too," I teased, tracing the spots that decorated his chest and arms, the places I had held onto.

He glanced down, hissing, when my finger danced around the deeper shade of blue against his skin.

"I'll live."

"And I don't mind the marks."

My fingers interlaced his.

"We should probably get out of bed," I added, our noses just a hair between each other.

"Or we'll never leave this bed."

He smirked, pressing his forehead to mine before saying...

"I wouldn't mind that."

I hummed, pressing our lips together.

"I wouldn't either but I should probably shower."

He nodded as his hand wandered to my hip.

"Is your hip sore?"

"I'll live," I mimicked him, watching as his smile lines appeared, emphasized by the way the pillow pressed against his cheek.

"Are you sure?" he teased before his expression wavered as I groaned, sitting up.

"I'm sure that..." he paused.

"That position was uncomfortable."

Though his concern was precious, I couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

"I'll be fine."

While there was no sense in using the sheets to cover up, I still bunched and pulled them toward my chest as I leaned forward, masking the slight discomfort from my lower back to place a chaste kiss right beside his ear.

"Unless you want to join me."

His hot breath sent goosebumps along my neck, a deep red flushing his face as I pulled away.

"I'll shower after," his words fumbled out of his mouth, his one arm draping over his eyes like he did last night.

I let it go this time as I fought with the sheets, pulling them back to leave the comfort of the bed.

Though cuddling and snoozing the entire day sounded like a solid plan, I was absolutely starved.

It wasn't until I looked at the bathroom mirror that I noticed why he must've thought it was painful.

The ones along my hips weren't nearly as deep as the one at the base of my neck, already deep purple.

I lifted my hand to touch the spot, biting my lip as the slightest bit of pressure grew.

My stomach fluttered at the memory of his lips anchored against that spot, the thrum of the bond intensifying with each kiss.

The raw intensity yet vulnerability of being in each other's arms was unlike anything we had ever felt.

It saddened me to think the bruise there would fade, especially with our heightened healing but I suppose there was always next time but it would be nice to wear his mark one day, to have it there permanently... though, I suppose I was getting ahead of myself, it was hard not to after what we experienced.

Before I could get carried away with thoughts of returning to the bed for more suggestive cuddling, I jumped in the shower, reminding myself that I'd need to appease my actual appetite.

Aside from the kid's snacks that Vince and I also munched on yesterday, we hadn't eaten dinner yesterday and I was certain Vince was also starving.

Vince had cleaned up the room and made the bed by the time I had stepped out, his eyes averted as I forgot to bring a change of clothes to the bathroom with me.

Though there was no need for him to feel embarrassed, I shut the closet door while changing, hearing him turn on the water to shower.

Using the mirror in the bedroom to style my hair, I was surprised my lips didn't look as bruised as they felt.

The hickey was definitely visible.

Though it was slightly visible above the shirt collar, it was still disappointing that I couldn't leave it on full display, the marks I left on Vince's neck were all visible, including the ones on his arms.

His shower was quick, he insisted he cleaned up last night before wiping me down, something I vaguely remembered and I thanked him again for that.

He returned in a simple black tee and pants, his hair still slightly askew.

I ran my hands through it before we headed downstairs to the kitchen.

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Traveling is about embracing new experiences and creating lasting memories. But it's also about comfort. These pillows provide an easy and effective way to enhance your travel experiences. With the right custom pillows, you can travel in comfort and style, making every journey a delightful adventure. 

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Here is the list of best 8 travel pillow Under 20$ for your neck comfort and for good journey experiance Top 8 Travel Pillow Under 20$ - Napfun Neck Pillow for Traveling - GOTDYA Travel Pillow - YIRFEIKRER Travel Pillow - MLVOC Travel Pillow - Wolf Essentials Adult Cozy Neck Pillow - Travel Pillow Memory Foam for Airplanes - Camping Pillow - Memory Foam Neck Pillow Napfun Neck Pillow for Traveling Upgraded Travel Neck Pillow for Airplane 100% Pure Memory Foam Travel Pillow for Flight Headrest Sleep, Portable Plane Accessories, Light Grey GOTDYA Travel Pillow Travel Neck Pillows for Sleeping,100% Pure Memory Foam Soft Comfort & Support Pillow for Airplane/Car/Office&Home Rest Use-Pink YIRFEIKRER Travel Pillow Best Memory Foam Neck Pillow and Head Support Soft Pillow with Side Storage Bags, for Sleep Rest, Airplane, Car, Family and Travel Use（Dark Grey） MLVOC Travel Pillow 100% Pure Memory Foam Neck Pillow, Comfortable & Breathable Cover, Machine Washable, Airplane Travel Kit with 3D Contoured Eye Masks, Earplugs, and Luxury Bag, Standard (Black) Wolf Essentials Adult Cozy Neck Pillow Soft Microfiber Neck Pillow, Compact, Perfect for Plane or Car Travel, Black Travel Pillow Memory Foam for Airplanes Neck Pillow for Traveling, Car, Home, Flight Pillow for Sleeping with Attachable Snap Strap Soft Washable Cover, Provide Head Neck Support Rest, Dark Gray Camping Pillow Memory Foam Travel Pillow, Camping Accessories - Small Pillow Camping Essentials Camping Pillows for Sleeping, Backpacking Pillow, Travel Pillows for Sleeping Airplane (Medium, Blue) Memory Foam Neck Pillow Memory-Foam Neck Pillow with 360-Degree Head Support Lightweight Comfortable Travel Airplane Pillow with Storage Bag for Sleeping, Traveling,Car, Train, Bus and Home Use(Blue) Also Read Nike Shoes Latest Collection Under 100$ Pros and Cons of Using a Travel Pillow Pros: - Comfortable Rest: Travel pillows provide much-needed support to your neck and head during long journeys, enabling you to nap comfortably and arrive at your destination feeling more refreshed. - Reduced Strain: Proper neck support helps alleviate strain and discomfort, especially during extended periods of sitting, preventing stiffness and potential muscle pain. - Enhanced Sleep Quality: By promoting better posture, travel pillows can contribute to improved sleep quality, allowing you to sleep more soundly even in less-than-ideal travel conditions. - Versatility: Travel pillows come in various designs to suit different travel modes, such as planes, trains, and cars. They can also be used for other purposes, like supporting your lower back or providing extra cushioning. - Compact and Portable: Most travel pillows are designed to be compact and easy to carry, making them convenient to pack and take with you wherever you go. - Hygiene and Cleanliness: Having your own travel pillow can be more hygienic than using provided pillows on planes or in other public transportation, reducing your exposure to germs. Cons: - Personal Preference: Not all travel pillows work equally well for everyone. The shape, size, and material might not suit your preferences or body type, leading to discomfort rather than relief. - Limited Effectiveness: While travel pillows can provide some comfort, they might not completely eliminate discomfort or guarantee quality sleep, especially during particularly long or bumpy journeys. - Bulky or Inconvenient: Some travel pillows can take up valuable space in your bag, making them less practical if you're traveling light or have limited luggage room. - Adjustment Issues: It might take time to find the right position and adjust the pillow for maximum comfort, which could be challenging in confined spaces like airplanes. - Temperature Regulation: Certain materials used in travel pillows might not be breathable, potentially causing discomfort if you tend to sleep hot. - Maintenance: Depending on the design and material, cleaning or maintaining the travel pillow could be difficult, especially during extended trips or when access to laundry facilities is limited. Conclusion In conclusion, travel pillows offer numerous benefits, from added comfort to reduced strain during your journeys. However, personal preferences, varying effectiveness, and portability concerns are important factors to consider when deciding whether to use a travel pillow. Experimenting with different types and finding the one that suits you best can greatly enhance your travel experience. FAQ About Travel Pillows - What is a travel pillow and why do I need one?A travel pillow is a specially designed cushion to provide neck and head support while traveling, helping prevent discomfort and fatigue during long journeys. - How do I choose the right travel pillow for me?Consider factors like pillow shape, material, and support level. Inflatable, memory foam, and microbead options offer varying levels of comfort and portability. - Are travel pillows only for air travel?No, travel pillows are versatile and can be used during road trips, train rides, or even for napping at the office. They're designed for any situation where neck support is needed. - Can I wash my travel pillow?Many travel pillows come with removable, washable covers. Always check the care instructions provided by the manufacturer to ensure proper maintenance. - Are there travel pillows for different sleeping positions?Yes, there are travel pillows designed for side sleepers, back sleepers, and even those who prefer to sleep upright. Look for pillows that cater to your preferred sleeping position. - Do travel pillows have size options?Travel pillows come in various sizes, from compact neck wraps to larger pillows that provide full neck and head support. Choose one that suits your comfort needs and travel style. - Can I use a travel pillow for medical conditions?Travel pillows can provide additional support for individuals with neck pain or certain medical conditions. However, it's recommended to consult a healthcare professional for personalized advice. - How do I pack a travel pillow?Most travel pillows are designed to be compact and portable. Some models can be rolled up or compressed to easily fit in your luggage or carry-on bag. - Are more expensive travel pillows better?Price doesn't always correlate with quality. Read reviews, consider your needs, and prioritize features like comfort and durability over price. - Where can I buy travel pillows?Travel pillows are available in various stores, both physical and online. You can find them at travel supply stores, department stores, specialty bedding stores, and e-commerce platforms. Read the full article

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Inflatable vs. Memory Foam: Which Travel Pillow is Right for You?

Traveling can be exciting and exhausting, especially during long journeys. Amidst the hustle and bustle of modern travel, getting some relaxation becomes crucial. This is where travel pillows rescue, providing much-needed comfort and support for weary travelers. Inflatable and memory foam pillows have gained immense popularity among the variety of travel pillows available. This article will explore the world of travel pillows and the critical differences between inflatable and memory foam options, helping you decide which one suits you best.

Understanding Travel Pillows

Before we jump into the comparison, let's understand what travel pillows are all about. A travel pillow is a specially designed cushion that aims to provide adequate neck and head support during journeys. By promoting better posture and reducing strain, these pillows make your travel experience more pleasant, whether on an airplane, train, or long road trip.

The Advantages of Inflatable Travel Pillows

One of the primary advantages of inflatable travel pillows is their portability. When deflated, they take up minimal space in your travel bag. Inflating them is a breeze, and once you're done using them, deflate, fold, and store them. Additionally, inflatable pillows often come with adjustable firmness levels, allowing you to customize the support according to your preferences.

If you want even more comfort during your journey, pair your inflatable pillow with an inflatable footrest. These nifty accessories elevate your legs, reducing swelling and relieving your lower back.

The Perks of Memory Foam Travel Pillows

Memory foam travel pillows have their own set of advantages. The critical feature of memory foam is its ability to contour to the shape of your neck and head, offering personalized support. The ergonomic design ensures that your neck is aligned correctly, reducing the risk of stiffness and discomfort.

Memory foam pillows can be a game-changer for those suffering from neck pain or related issues. Their pressure-relieving properties help alleviate strain, making them popular for travelers seeking extra neck support.

Inflatable vs. Memory Foam: A Comfort and Convenience Comparison

Regarding comfort and convenience, both inflatable and memory foam travel pillows have their merits. Inflatable pillows are incredibly lightweight and take up minimal space in your luggage. They can be inflated within seconds and adjusted to your desired firmness. On the other hand, memory foam pillows are known for their effortless molding to your neck shape, providing a more personalized experience.

Inflatable options are widely available in various stores and online if you're looking for a travel pillow near you. On the contrary, memory foam pillows are also accessible but may have a narrower range of options.

Sleep Quality and Comfort: Inflatable vs. Memory Foam

Sleep quality during travel is essential for staying fresh upon arrival at your destination. Both inflatable and memory foam pillows contribute to better sleep, albeit in different ways. Inflatable pillows offer adequate support and comfort; you can adjust the firmness to suit your preferences. On the other hand, memory foam pillows excel at contouring your neck, promoting optimal alignment, and reducing discomfort.

Price and Affordability

Considering the price factor, inflatable travel neck pillows are generally more budget-friendly than memory foam ones. While both types come in a range of price points, inflatable options are more cost-effective, making them attractive for budget-conscious travelers.

Versatility and Use in Different Travel Settings

Both inflatable and memory foam travel pillows are versatile enough to be used in various travel settings. Whether on an airplane, train, or car, these pillows can provide the comfort you need during your journey. However, individual preferences and sleep positions may influence your choice.

Environmental Impact

For eco-conscious travelers, considering the environmental impact of their choices is essential. Inflatable pillows often require plastic materials for manufacturing, while memory foam is made using polyurethane. However, some manufacturers have started offering eco-friendly options for both types, so explore sustainable alternatives.

Making the Right Choice: Factors to Consider

Choosing the right travel pillow depends on various factors. Consider your travel habits, sleeping preferences, and any specific neck or back issues you may have. Inflatable pillows are ideal for those seeking portability and adjustable support, while memory foam pillows cater to individuals requiring personalized contouring.

Your Comfort, Your Choice

Selecting the perfect travel pillow is akin to finding a companion. Like no two trips are the same, individual preferences for pillows also differ. Whether you opt for an inflatable pillow accompanying you on every adventure or a memory foam pillow that perfectly cradles your neck, the choice is entirely yours. After all, your comfort is paramount, and a well-chosen travel pillow can make your journeys even more delightful.

Conclusion

In conclusion, inflatable and memory foam travel pillows have unique advantages catering to different travel needs and preferences. The inflatable option offers portability and adjustable support, while memory foam excels at personalized contouring and pressure relief. Consider your comfort, travel frequency, and specific requirements to make an informed decision. Whichever type you choose, a reliable travel pillow will undoubtedly enhance your travel experience.

FAQs (Frequently Asked Questions)

Can I use an inflatable airplane pillow for everyday use?

Absolutely! Inflatable travel pillows are versatile and suitable for everyday use, whether watching TV at home or taking a quick nap.

Are memory foam travel pillows hypoallergenic?

Yes, most memory foam pillows are hypoallergenic, making them suitable for allergy-prone individuals.

Can I wash my inflatable travel pillow?

Yes, many inflatable pillows come with removable covers that can be washed, ensuring cleanliness during your travels.

What's the ideal size for a travel pillow?

The ideal size depends on personal preference. Some prefer compact pillows for easy carrying, while others opt for larger ones for enhanced support.

Are there sustainable alternatives for travel pillows?

Yes, eco-friendly options are becoming more available. Look for pillows made from organic or recycled materials to reduce their environmental impact.