#electric wall-mounted fires

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How to Create a Perfect Media Wall with a Fireplace

Creating a perfect media wall with a fireplace can add a charming, comfortable and modern touch to your living space. With Evolution Fire's prebuilt media walls with electric wall-mounted fires, this project becomes much more manageable. This guide will walk you through the steps to create an engaging, functional, and cosy media wall in your home.

1. Plan your space.

Start by determining where you want to place your media wall. Consider the viewing angles, distance, natural light sources, and how the arrangement will affect overall room traffic. 

The media wall should be installed on a sturdy, flat wall. The TV should be at a comfortable viewing height. Typically, the middle of the screen should be at eye level when seated. The electric fire component should be placed where it's visible but not in a high-traffic area. This will give the illusion of a real fire and contribute to the overall ambiance.

2. Select the appropriate Evolution Fire media wall.

The company offers a wide range of prebuilt media walls with electric wall-mounted fires. Choose one that suits the size of your room and matches your style preferences. 

You can browse through the extensive range of colour choices or share a sample with the Evolution Fires team for a perfect match. Alternatively, if you'd like a more personalised touch, choose a ready-to-paint option that you can paint yourself. Don't forget to provide them with the dimensions of your TV and soundbar, too.

3. Evolution Fires designs and builds your media wall.

The design team creates detailed 3D CAD drawings of the media wall with a size chart and recommended socket positions. Hire an electrician to install these sockets before your media wall arrives. 

Your media wall is then meticulously crafted to perfection by Evolution Fires' skilled craftsmen at their UK production facility, ensuring the highest quality possible. Upon completion, it’s handed over to their 2-man delivery team. You will be notified via email with a tracking link, allowing you to easily keep tabs on the delivery. 

4. Evolution Fires delivers and installs your media wall. 

Evolution Fires’ prebuilt media walls with electric wall-mounted fires come with a complete fitting kit (including an 8mm drill bit, wall plugs, screws, and construction adhesive) to make the media wall installation a breeze. Installation should take an hour or less, provided that all recommended electrical sockets are ready.

Order the perfect media wall with a fireplace today!

Evolution Fire UK's prebuilt media walls with electric wall-mounted fires allow you to create a stunning and safe focal point in your room where you can enjoy your relaxing time comfortably. Explore the selection on the Evolution Fire UK website and start the planning process. 

[all-things-barbecue]

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Why Choose an Electric Fireplace? Top 10 Benefits of Electric Fireplaces

Electric fireplaces are becoming a more and more popular option for adding coziness and warmth in your home. Electric fireplaces provide safety, security, and versatility that conventional wood or gas fireplaces frequently cannot match thanks to technical developments and a variety of fashionable designs. To assist you choose whether this cutting-edge heating option is the ideal addition to your house, we’ll go over the top 10 benefits of electric fireplaces in this blog.

1. Energy Efficiency

The energy efficiency of electric fireplaces is one of its biggest selling points. Electric fireplaces turn nearly all of the electricity they use into heat, in contrast with wood-burning fireplaces, which frequently allow some of the heat going down the chimney. As a result, your space will remain warmer, allowing you to keep your surroundings cozy without raising your energy costs. The temperature control is another feature that many electric fireplaces include, which lets you regulate the temperature and save energy by only heating areas that require it.

2. Cost-Effective Heating Solution

Electric fireplaces are generally lessexpensive than traditional fireplaces, both initially and over time. Installation is simple and usually doesn’t require expensive additions like a venting system or chimney. Electric fireplaces require less frequent cleaning and maintenance because they lack smoke, ash, or soot, making them more affordable.

3. Safety First

Safety is a key factor for many homeowners, especially those with children and pets. Since electric fireplaces don’t have open flames or hot surfaces that could burn someone, they are a better option than traditional gas or wood-burning fireplaces. Families may rest easy knowing that a lot of electric fireplaces are safe and have features like overheat protection and automatic shut-off timers.

Learn more about the benefits, https://theindiadecor.com/blog/why-choose-an-electric-fireplace-top-10-benefits-of-electric-fireplaces

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Transform your living space with sleek, modern wall-mounted electric fires from Infinix Fires. Enjoy the warmth and ambiance without the hassle of traditional fireplaces. Perfect for contemporary homes, these electric fires combine style, efficiency, and ease of use. Explore the collection today at https://www.infinixfires.co.uk/ and elevate your interior design!

[s0dium]

Fucking you raw??!!!

Synopsis: It's his first time fucking and you are letting him go raw?????!!! Oh boy.

Warnings: Everything you might imagine.

Is he dreaming? This has got to be a dream.

He blinks. Hard. To his disbelief, the site below him remains unchanged.

He gazes, awestruck by the vulnerability and arousal mirrored in your eyes. The soft, ambient light above casts a gentle glow on your skin, accentuating its smoothness and the delicate curve of your shoulders and highlighting the gentle slope of your breasts. Your nipples glisten, probably from his spit when you practically had to coax him off them.

"Are you ok baby?" Your voice comes out almost as a whisper, sultry and smooth. He watches your lips form the words, how your mouth glistens from the spit of his messy kisses, and how your tongue darts out to wet it.

He thickly gulps and nods. No, he would not lose composure, not now when he has been fantasizing this moment for months. With unbreaking focus, he presses the tip of his dick against your tight hole.

Then, he sucks in a breath through his teeth and pushes in. Immediately his mind goes white, paper white. Fuck, he has to kneel over from how wet, warm and goddamn tight you feel. The sensation is electric, like tiny sparks dancing along his nerves, igniting every inch they touch. It's a delicious contrast of heat and moisture, sending waves of tingling delight that radiate from dick finger to the rest of his body. He can't believe this is happening, he can't believe he is fucking the girl of his dreams raw. Your a god damn angel for letting him do this he is sure of it.

He has to remain still inside your heat for a few seconds and thank god you let him, or else he is sure he wouldve cum ropes into you there and then.

"Im gonna move now baby," He throws his head back and groans "J-jesus you feel so good"

He's too immersed in his own pleasure to realize that you are also being thrown in the abyss of utter euphoria. Letting him go raw was the absolute best fucking decision you have ever made. His dick filled you to the brim, stretching you perfectly. His thrusts were slow at first, testing the waters to see how much you could take, how much he could take. It was dizzying, the grith of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, the euphoria of him fitting snuggly against walls with every thrust. The friction is incredible and it made pain quickly turn into pleasure.

"F-faster" You manage to croak out and he lets out a whine at your words. Jesus, you don't need to tell him twice.

He reels his hips back just enough so his fat tip barely leaves your warm cunny, the anticipation building as you brace yourself. In an instant, he slams them forward, hard and fast right into your cervix, driving into you with a force that leaves you gasping for air. The bed creaks beneath you both, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His movements are relentless, each one more intense than the last, the friction of his dick scraping against your walls making your toes curl.

"Love you, love you so much" he babbles. He's far too gone, a primal need for you has settled in him and his brain is on auto pilot. All he can think about is how good your pussy feels wrapped around him and how pretty you look right now. The sensation of your body moving in unison drives him wild, his grip on you tightening as he loses himself in the overwhelming ecstasy. His low groans and murmured praises only heighten the intensity, making each moment more electrifying than the last.

"So good s-so good" your words are strung out on your lips from how good he is fucking you. Every thrust ignites a fire within you, the sensations so intense you can hardly think. Your senses are overwhelmed by the feeling of him deep inside you, the rhythm of his movements perfectly attuned to your own mounting desire. You moan in ecstasy, the sound mingling with his groans, as each powerful thrust pushes you closer to the edge. The pleasure is all-consuming, making your body tremble with each delicious impact, every moment more euphoric than the last.

As he continues, you can sense his building intensity, his breaths turning into ragged gasps. His eyes flutter shut, and you feel the shudder of pleasure running through him with each thrust like electricity. His grip on you tightens, and his pace quickens, driven by a primal need. Every thrust brings him closer to the peak, his mind beginning to blur with overwhelming sensation. You can see the tension in his muscles, his abs tightening with the strain of holding back.

"Shit shit shit" he gasps, bending over so his lips are against your ear. "Im gonna cum baby, im gonna cum in you fuuuuuu-"

Then, with a final, powerful thrust, his mind goes blank, and a surge of pure ecstasy washes over him. His body tenses, abs hardening as he reaches the peak of his euphoria. He groans deeply, lost in the moment of ultimate pleasure, every muscle in his body taut with the intensity of his climax. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving him trembling as the waves of pleasure gradually subside.

You gasp at the feeling of hot ropes of cum filling you up. Theres so much of it it spills out of you and onto the bedsheets below. Your body trembles in response, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Sensing your rising climax, he leans down, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving a trail of soft, peppered kisses.

His voice, husky with desire, whispers in your ear, "Let it go, baby. Let it go."

His words, combined with the gentle touch of his lips, send shivers down your spine. He slows his thrusts, his dick still painfully hard, moving with a deliberate, tantalizing rhythm that drives you wild. The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, your entire body tensing as you approach the edge. His soothing words and tender kisses coax you further, until finally, you let go.

A wave of intense pleasure crashes over you, your body arching in response. The world blurs as you reach the peak of your euphoria, every nerve ending alive with sensation. His slow, deliberate thrusts and murmured encouragement keep you riding the wave of ecstasy, your mind lost in the overwhelming bliss. You cry out, the release so powerful it leaves you trembling, completely consumed by the moment.

Your left gasping for air and just when your about to roll over and take a breath, he grabs the underside of your legs and presses them against your chest.

"So sorry baby, I need more. Please let me have more."

GOJO, GETO, Toji, YUUJI, YUUTA, KENMA, OIKAWA, BOKUTO, EREN, SHIGARAKI, SANEMI

[colinkloecker]

Family Room in San Francisco

[daydreaming-nerd]

The Bonds That Break Us (Rhysand x Female! Reader) Part 1

Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Final Part

Request: "Would you do a Rhysand x fem!reader series? Maybe fem!reader is Rhysand's mate and Tamlin's sister? So secret love?"

AN: I just got this request and I absolutely LOVE it. I have no idea how many parts it will be because it's really parking my imagination. Please feel free to leave a comment! Hearing your guy's feedback is what motivates me to write!

Summary: It was almost as if the cauldron liked to play games, as if it had sensed years of boredom and predictability and begged to be entertained. Its method of absolving its melancholy? Mate the High Lord of the Night Court to the younger sister of the High Lord of Spring. 

Warnings (so far): SA

Word count: 2765

(all photos are from pinterest)

It was like being born, even though I was the ripe age of 435. Well, ripe in the years of fae. It felt like being born, in the sense that I can’t really remember what came before that passing shade of violet. The way his eyes bore into me, and in that moment I knew he felt the tug too. 

Mates. 

I reeled for days, the peonies of spring my only console, my brother had always been so absent minded and utterly consumed with being High Lord. How could the cauldron be so cruel? To mate me to the High Lord of the Night. I spent the next week thinking it had to be a mistake, that my bored mind was playing tricks on me. Yet when the council met the week following, his eyes found me immediately, and I think in that moment I saw him for the very first time. 

I didn’t dare approach him, far too shy and afraid to approach the Lord of Night. Not just  because of what he was, but because of what my brother would say. By basic necessity Tamilin was a good brother, he doted upon me, kept me safe, gave me free roam of the palace. But there was a darkness about him I couldn’t place. It started when he disappeared with our father one night only to come back with two sets of Illyrian wings. I knew whatever happened was wrong, but as a woman in the spring court, I knew better than to open my mouth. Needless to say, Tamlin became High Lord of Spring shortly after, and from the wings mounted on our family walls I knew we had but one enemy, the night court. 

It wasn’t until the third council meeting (the third I was allowed to attend, after I begged my brother to let me go) that the High Lord of Night finally sought me out. 

My brother was busying himself with the politics of Day and Summer, talking the heads off of Helion and Tarquin. I kept to the shadows naturally, avoiding any untoward advances from other High Lords. I tried to stay hidden in my pocket of introvertedness, but then I felt him, and my skin buzzed, like it needed to be touched, to be held.

“You felt it too right?” he purred into the shell of my ear causing the buzzing of my skin to become electric.  

“I did,” I admit pathetically. 

“And you feel it now too,” he whispers as I finally turn to face him. The violet of his eyes pierce my soul and I’m left speechless and unable to move from their gaze. He’s otherworldly, he’s everything, and he’s also completely forbidden. 

“Do you?” I ask, hoping that whatever answer he gives can validate the fire in my bones. 

“I do,” he muses like he loves the game. “Your brother killed my family. He is my sworn enemy and I should hate you.” he breathes. I can feel his resolve slipping along with mine, for every statement he makes I can make an opposing one, “but all I want to do is kiss you right now.” he finishes. 

Fire runs through my veins as a sharp breath passes my lips. I feel my brother's presence and I evade myself from the High Lord of Night’s cage. My brother whisks me off to the Spring Court once more, but not before I glance back one last time to see that shade of violet I had already learned to look for in a crowd. 

That was a week ago. 

I stand in the foyer of the castle with my brother and Lucien as we prepare to join the council once again this week. 

“You look ravishing as always,” Lucien muses, eyes wandering me like they’re hungry. 

“It’s not often my brother lets me out of the house, I have to make a good impression somehow,” I say backhandedly. All I get in return is a sideways glance from Tamiln as we are taken to court. Today the meeting  resides in Tarquins’s court. It changes once a week to allow all High Lord’s to have the upper hand. The sea salted mist hits my face and the warm rays of the sun tan my skin as we walk into the council. 

When we arrive he’s already there. He stands out amongst the rest, not just because he’s dressed in black, but because he’s the most beautiful male I’ve ever seen. The definition of a forbidden fruit. As if to tempt me, Tamilin unknowingly  sits directly across from the High Lord of Night making it so I can’t lift my head without meeting the violet of his eyes. If you had asked me to recall the events the council discussed, I couldn’t, the only word left on my tongue was Night. Talk of tithes and power checks drifted over my head. The only thing to rouse me from my trance was the scraping of wooden chairs across marble floors, signaling that the council meeting had adjourned and that the more foundational political talks of High Lords would begin. 

I took it as my queue to step out onto one of the many terraces of the Summer Court. The room where the council was held was stifling. I thought that the breeze of the ocean might cool my skin, but no matter where I went that deafening heat followed.  

“I was hoping I would see you again,” purred a voice from behind me. 

I turned to find that piercing violet once more. “Of course why wouldn’t I be at the council meetings?” I ask, trying to act like I won’t be replaying this conversation in my mind when I return to bed tonight. 

“You’ve only been to four council meetings now, and your brother has a habit of keeping you locked up in the Spring Court.” he trails, drawing closer to the railing of which I’m leaning upon. 

“Well I intend to be at all of them from here on out,” I state.

“Any particular reason why?” he asks with a playful tone in his voice and I know what he’s insinuating. 

“Because I wish to be a part of the governing of my court, even though I am just a woman,” I say, evading his innuendo. 

“That’s a shame if you were part of my court you wouldn’t have such phrases like ‘just a woman’” he states almost as if he’s upset with the phrase. 

“I highly doubt that, women aren’t equals in any court,” I scoff. 

“What about Kallias and Viviane?” he asks. 

“What about them?” 

“Kallias sees Viviane as his equal, she is his mate and his High Lady,” he explains, stepping even closer to me, close enough that my skin starts to buzz again. 

“Viviane is special, everyone knows that,” I justify. 

“And you’re not?” he muses and my skin goes from buzzing to electrifying in three words. I feel his fingertips grazing my hand as if asking for permission. 

“My Lord we can’t do this,” I breathe out. 

“Call me Rhysand,” he says, stepping even closer. 

I step to the side, avoiding his advances, “My Lord, I won’t do this, I can’t do this.” I affirm. 

I see him bristle from my reluctance to call him by his name, “You’ll give into the idea of us. When you’re lying in that cold bed high up in the spring court thinking of all the ways I could warm it for you. When you’ve spent the week with nothing but this conversation on your mind,” he leans down to whisper in my ear. “This time next week you will beg for me to touch you, and I’ll happily oblige, mate.”

I’m so taken aback by his words that I can’t even form a quick witted response, I simply slid away and tried my best not to look back at him as I felt his gaze pierce my back. I nearly slam into Viviane and Kallias. 

“Y/n are you alright?” Viviane asks. 

“Yes, just feeling the heat of the summer court,” I lie, fanning my face. 

“Then you should come home with us today, it’s been so long since we had a girls night. I wish for your company." She smiles while taking my hand. 

“Shall we go home sister?” Tamilin appears, Lucien in tow. 

“Actually I think I’ll spend the night in the winter court with Viviane, she’s right,” I look at her and smile. “We haven’t had a girls night in quite a long time.”  

“Very well, I won’t get in the way of your sinful gossiping,” Tamilin smiles and leads Lucien away with him. 

If the summer court is sea salt and sun, then the winter court is pine and fresh fallen snow. Though they are opposites in every way, they are stunning in their own right, like all courts are. I’ve been here many times before to sit and talk with Viviane, she’s one of the only other ladies of nobility my age and a fierce friend. It’s not uncommon for me to spend a couple days here in the winter court, with Viviane and Kallias. 

I sit among a bed of furs near a warm fire adjacent to Viviane as Kallias pours both me and his mate a glass of red wine. 

“Thank you dear,” she smiles, kissing him on the cheek before he leaves us to gossip. 

“You and Kallias really are a perfect match,” I beam and Vivianane knows me well enough to know that there's a sadness there. 

“You’ll find it too someday, your mate. I know you will,” she assures me. “Now tell me, what of Lucien?” 

I roll my eyes taking a sip of my wine, “He’s still insufferable. The other day he backed me into a wall and if one of my ladies maids hadn’t walked in I swore he would’ve had his way with me.” 

She lets out an airy laugh, “I still can’t believe Tamiln allows him to play with you like that. He’s so fiercely protective of you with everyone else.” she says, taking a sip of her own wine. 

“Lucien is his best friend, he wouldn’t deny him anything, even his little sister.” I point out. 

“I suppose you’re right,” she smirks. The night is filled with goblets of wine and laughter as we continue to talk about the high lords of Prythian. We even go as far as to talk about her and Kallais’ sex lives, to which Kallias promptly came in laughing taking his wife to bed. 

I trudge down the hall to the bedroom the High Lord and Lady had set aside just for me a few years ago. I fall into the plush mattress, the world slightly spinning around me. The second I am left alone with my thoughts I recall the feeling of Rhysand’s breath on my neck and I shiver. 

The room spins and I feel my skin grow hot with need, my heart beats faster and my  head is drunk with that shade of violet. My hand subconsciously drifts down my body. 

You’re drunk? A voice cuts through my head. 

I sit up right and look around the room. The only thing I find is the flickering of the fireplace against the walls. 

The same voice chuckles and speaks again, No I am not in the room with you my mate.

“How are you doing this?” I ask in my head.

The daemati gift, and of course, I am your mate. The High Lord croons. 

“Get out of my head” I grumble. 

But you called for me, I can feel your… excitement.

“Then you're mistaken,” I hiss.

We both know that’s not true darling. 

“Goodnight,” I groan, rolling over to go to bed.

Goodnight, darling

The following days are long. Despite my better wishes there is a part of me that yearns to see the High Lord of Night again. I waltz through the spring court, picking flowers for the dinner table and evading Lucien’s advances. At night I find myself obsessively reading the romance novels I keep beside my bed. On one night in particular a certain scene in my book makes my toes curl and my thighs clench. My fingers skim the pages and the roughness of them is almost heightened. 

My my my, what a dirty book. That voice croons into my mind.

“Get out of my head,” I gripe. 

I can’t help myself when I feel your body react as it does. He purrs. 

“How on earth can you ‘feel’ my body?” I roll my eyes.

Like this. 

A tug reverberates through my body. Like there’s a string in the pit of my stomach that he just pulled. The sensation causes me to lose a breath as further arousal goes to my legs. He lets out a dark chuckle. 

“Don’t ever do that again,” I order him

But you loved it so much, He purrs and I can practically feel him smirking in my head. 

“You’re an insufferable bastard High Lord,” I growl at his persistence. 

Call me Rhysand. 

“I see no reason to drop informalities, my lord.” I quip back. 

My name will fall from your lips one day, and when it does I’ll be sure to swallow it with my own. Until then, I’ll leave you with this. Goodnight darling. 

I feel another tug at the bond reverberating through me and I nearly let out a moan at the feeling. I snuggle into my sheets that suddenly feel as if they are constricting around my body. I toss and turn and try to push all thoughts from my mind, but I can’t stop the idea of the High Lord's lips on mine. His night black hair in my hands, the way his moans might fall from those lips.

The next morning I take my breakfast in one of the lounge areas, still reeling from last night. My thoughts still wander to the image of his face, and how his eyes light me on fire. The door opens and a head of auburn hair pokes in. 

“Forgive me, I didn’t know you were in here,” Lucien says like he has regret, yet he sits down across from me. 

“No worries, I'm almost finished eating,” I reply, placing my tea down and getting ready to get up.. 

“And I secretly hoped to spend some time with you,” he sighs, sinking into the couch. 

“Perhaps later, I wanted to read in the garden,” I stand and make my way towards the door. 

“Perhaps now,” he growls. I feel a cold hand grasp my arm hauling me into the wall. 

“Lucien,” I hiss as my back is pressed into the wall, his frame looming over mine. 

“You are such a tease,” he smirks before kissing my neck hungrilly. His hands roam my body pulling me impossibly close. 

“I’ve never once given you any inclination that I wanted you,” I gripe at him. 

“That’s what makes you so desirable my dear,” he practically moans into my neck. 

I gather my strength and push him off of me, “I’ll remind you that I am Tamlin’s little sister and while he favors you his favor only goes so far. One word from me and he’ll send you back to the Autumn Court.” I growl at him, and it seems to be enough as he backs away and leaves me to reel from what just happened in silence. 

I sit down on the couch and take deep breaths to ground myself. 

What’s going on? Are you alright? That voice like glorious night cuts through my mind and I almost feel thankful for how it brings me back to reality. 

“Yes I’m fine,” I say back. 

What happened? I felt your fear through the bond.

“It’s nothing, just Lucien.” I dismiss him. 

Did he touch you? 

I almost swore I heard anger laced in his voice. “Well I am his favorite plaything,” I roll my eyes.

And Tamlin allows him to touch you like this? 

“As long as my virtue isn’t completely compromised so that I am still of value when he inevitably marries me off, yes. He doesn’t care.” I divulge, and quite stupidly I realize. 

As if I needed another reason to hate him.

“He is still my brother, my Lord,” I remind him, though I secretly feel the same. 

Don’t you mean, Rhysand?

“No I don’t, my Lord,” I say, drawing out the last words. 

I’ll see you tomorrow my darling, I relish the idea of seeing you in the golden light of the day court. 

[bitchiswild]

Pull Of Desire

G!P Kazuha x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: ummmm SMUTTTTT💃🏼💃🏼

A/n: Yalls help me come up with a title my brain is blank🧍‍♀️

Kazuha's life revolved around work, leaving little room for romance. However, she had a bold side when it came to flirting and physical intimacy. She enjoyed the excitement of these encounters, but had never taken anything further than a simple make out and gropping.

Living in the city, Kazuha would often find herself in casual settings, exchanging playful banter and stolen kisses. While she relished the thrill of these moments, her career always came first, preventing her from fully exploring her desires, until she met you.

Kazuha's evening took an electrifying turn when her gaze locked onto you from across the bar. With a confident sway, she made her way over, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she leaned in close.

"Mind if I join you?" she purred, her voice like velvet against your ear. You couldn't help but be drawn in by her confidence, nodding eagerly as she settled onto the stool beside you.

As the bartender poured your drinks, Kazuha's fingers brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. She laughed softly at your startled reaction, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

"Smooth moves," she teased, her gaze smoldering with intensity. "But I'm not that easy to impress."

Undeterred, you leaned in closer, matching her boldness with a playful retort. "Oh, I'm just getting started," you countered, a flicker of challenge in your eyes.

The air crackled with anticipation as the banter between you grew more heated, each exchange fueling the fire of desire. Kazuha's laughter mingled with yours, the sound like a siren's call, drawing you deeper into the spell she was weaving.

Sensing the mounting tension between you, Kazuha suggested a change of scenery. With a coy smile, she took your hand and led you outside into the cool night air.

Once outside, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation, the space between you filled with unspoken desire. Kazuha pressed you against the wall with a gentle yet firm touch, her gaze locked on yours with unwavering intensity.

"Tell me," she breathed, her voice husky with longing, "do you feel it too?" Before you could respond, her lips captured yours in a searing kiss, igniting a blaze of passion that threatened to consume you both.

A surge of anticipation coursed through your veins, heightening every sensation. Her touch was electrifying, sending shivers cascading down your spine as her lips met yours in a hungry kiss.

The world around you seemed to fade into oblivion, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of desire. Kazuha's kisses were urgent, fueled by a primal need that matched your own. Her lips moved with a delicious rhythm, exploring every contour of your mouth with a fervor that left you breathless.

With a daring hand, Kazuha tangled her fingers in your hair, pulling you closer as if she couldn't get enough. Her body pressed against yours, molding perfectly to your form as the heat between you intensified.

You could feel the rapid beat of her heart echoing your own, the shared urgency of the moment binding you together in a symphony of desire. Each touch, each caress was a testament to the unspoken longing that simmered beneath the surface.

Lost in the whirlwind of sensation, you surrendered yourself completely to the moment, allowing Kazuha to consume you with her passion. Time seemed to stand still as the world spun madly around you, the only constant the intoxicating taste of her lips against yours.

As Kazuha pulled away, both of you were left gasping for air, the heat of the moment still lingering between you like a smoldering ember. With flushed cheeks and eyes ablaze with desire, she met your gaze, her grip on your hair gentle yet firm.

In a voice husky with longing, Kazuha whispered in your ear, her breath hot against your skin, "Wanna go back to my place?" Her words hung in the air, charged with a potent mix of invitation and anticipation.

You felt a surge of excitement pulse through you at the suggestion, your heart pounding with the promise of what lay ahead. The thought of continuing this intoxicating dance with Kazuha, of exploring the depths of passion together, was too enticing to resist.

With a silent nod, you conveyed your consent, your own desire mirrored in the depths of your eyes. Kazuha's lips curved into a knowing smile as she took your hand in hers, leading you away from the dimly lit alley and towards her car.

As Kazuha drove back to her place, the tension between you both was palpable. Each stolen glance spoke volumes, the anticipation building with every passing moment. When you arrived at her apartment building, Kazuha wasted no time, taking your hand and leading you inside.

As soon as the door closed behind you, Kazuha pulled you close, her lips finding yours in a hungry kiss. You stumbled through the doorway, still locked in each other's embrace, the world outside forgotten.

In the dimly lit apartment, clothes were shed with urgency, discarded to the floor as desire consumed you both. Hands roamed eagerly over heated skin as you explored each other with a fervent hunger.

Your hands traced the contours of Kazuha's abs, feeling the tension of her muscles beneath your touch. Her breath hitched as your fingertips danced across her skin, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume them both. In response, Kazuha's hands found their way to your body, gripping you in all the right places, each touch sending a surge of electricity through your veins.

Just as the intensity between you reached its peak, Kazuha pulled away, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Wait," she whispered, her eyes searching yours with a mix of desire and vulnerability. "Before we get any further, I have to tell you... I've actually never done this before."

The admission hung in the air, heavy with the weight of its implications. For a moment, the room seemed to spin as you processed her words, the realization sinking in that this moment was as new and unfamiliar to her as it was to you.

But instead of hesitation, a wave of tenderness washed over you, mingling with the desire that still burned bright within you. Gently, you cupped Kazuha's face in your hands, your thumbs brushing away the traces of doubt in her eyes.

"It's okay," you reassured her, your voice a soft murmur against her lips. "We can take things as slow as you need. I'm here with you, every step of the way."

As you leaned in, the weight of Kazuha's vulnerability adding a layer of tenderness to your desire, you felt a surge of determination wash over you. With a gentle yet firm touch, you guided Kazuha onto her back, positioning yourself on top of her, your bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and desire.

With trembling hands, you began to undress, each movement deliberate and purposeful as you shed your undergarments, baring yourself completely to Kazuha's hungry gaze. Her eyes followed your every move, dark with desire and anticipation, a hunger burning within them that mirrored your own.

As you settled above her, the heat of her body searing against your skin, you felt the unmistakable evidence of her desire pressing against you, aching for the touch that would set her free. With a silent promise in your eyes, you leaned down to meet her lips in a fervent kiss.

"Are you sure about this?" you whispered against her lips, your voice thick with desire and concern.

Kazuha's response was immediate, her hands pulling you closer as she captured your lips in a hungry kiss. "More sure than I've ever been," she breathed, her voice husky with longing.

With her words echoing in your ears, you continued to explore each other with a fervent hunger, the intensity of your desire building with every touch, every caress. And as Kazuha's member hardened beneath you, throbbing with need, you felt a surge of power and desire coursing through your veins.

You shifted your position, straddling Kazuha's hips as you positioned yourself above her.

The air crackled with anticipation as you hovered over her, your bodies mere inches apart, the heat of your desire palpable in the air. Kazuha's gaze locked onto yours, dark with longing and anticipation, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she awaited your next move.

With a steady hand, you reached between your bodies, guiding Kazuha's member to your entrance. A shiver of anticipation raced down your spine as you felt the head of her member press against you, the heat of her desire sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

With a slow and deliberate movement, you began to lower yourself onto her, the sensation of being filled by Kazuha's hardness sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through your body. As you sank down onto her, inch by agonizing inch, a moan escaped your lips, the pleasure overwhelming in its intensity.

Kazuha's hands found their way to your hips, guiding you with a firm yet gentle touch as you rode her, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body. The rhythm of your bodies was primal and raw, the sound of your moans mingling with the soft slap of skin on skin filling the room.

Kazuha's voice broke through the haze of ecstasy with a raw, primal declaration. "Fuck," she gasped, her voice husky with desire, "you feel so good."

With each thrust, each movement, you felt her body respond to you in kind, her whimpered words driving you to the edge of sanity with their sheer intensity. She was lost in the throes of pleasure, surrendering herself completely to the intoxicating ecstasy of your shared desire.

As the rhythm of your bodies became more frantic, the tension within you both reached a breaking point, threatening to consume you in a blaze of unbridled passion. Kazuha's grip on you tightened, her nails digging into your skin as she surrendered herself fully to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

As Kazuha's member rubbed against your insides, eliciting a delirious moan from your lips, you felt the need to express just how incredible she felt. "Oh, Kazuha," you gasped out between breaths, "you feel amazing."

Her response was a low, guttural growl of pleasure, her grip on you tightening as she thrust deeper, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity. "You like that, huh?" she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

You could only nod in response, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure threatened to consume you. Kazuha's member was a revelation, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Fuck," Kazuha groaned, her hips bucking against yours with increasing urgency. "You're so tight, so fucking perfect."

With a primal hunger burning in her eyes, Kazuha's desire reached its peak as she flipped both of you over with a swift yet determined motion. Before you could fully comprehend the change in position, you found yourself beneath her, pinned beneath the weight of her desire.

Her dominance ignited a fire within you, the anticipation of what was to come sending a shiver of excitement coursing through your veins. With a fierce determination, Kazuha positioned herself above you, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that left you breathless.

And then, without a word, she began to thrust into you with a raw, unbridled passion that stole your breath away. Each movement was rough yet deliberate, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body with every powerful thrust.

"Fuck," Kazuha groaned, her voice thick with desire. "You like it rough, huh? You like feeling me pound into you like this?"

You moaned in response, unable to form words as the pleasure washed over you in waves. Kazuha's dirty talk only fueled the fire burning within you, driving you to the brink of ecstasy with every tantalizing word.

With each rough thrust, you felt yourself surrendering to the pleasure of the moment, the rhythm of your bodies becoming a primal dance of desire.

"God you're beautiful, my pretty girl," Kazuha growled, her hands gripping you tighter as she surrendered herself completely to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

And as you surrendered yourself to the sensation of being taken so roughly by Kazuha, you knew that this moment would be etched into your memory forever—a testament to the power of surrendering to the intoxicating pull of desire.

Your stomach fluttered at Kazuha's words, her dirty talk sending a surge of arousal coursing through your veins. With each rough thrust, each tantalizing word, you felt yourself spiraling closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Oh god, Kazuha," you gasped out between ragged breaths, the pleasure overwhelming in its intensity. "Don't stop, please... I'm so close."

Kazuha's response was a primal growl of desire, her movements becoming even more relentless as she drove you both towards the brink of ecstasy. The sensation was almost too much to bear, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo that left you trembling with anticipation.

And then, with one final, powerful thrust, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of release. With a guttural moan of pleasure, you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment, your body convulsing with the force of your climax.

As waves of pleasure washed over you, you felt Kazuha follow suit, her movements became even more urgent, each thrust driving her deeper into the depths of ecstasy. With a primal growl of desire, she surrendered herself completely to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

You could feel the tension building within her, the rhythm of her movements becoming erratic as she neared the brink of release. And then, with one final, powerful thrust, she let out a guttural cry of pleasure, her body convulsing with the force of her climax.

As waves of ecstasy washed over her, you felt her release flooding into you, a torrent of warmth and pleasure that sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body. The sensation was overwhelming, the intensity of her climax pushing you over the edge into your own release for the second time.

With a ragged moan of pleasure, you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment, your body shaking with the force of your climax. And as you collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and sweat-drenched skin.

With a gentle touch, you brushed a stray lock of hair from Kazuha's face, your fingers lingering on her skin as you gazed into her eyes. In that moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.

"Thank you," Kazuha whispered, her voice soft with emotion. "For everything."

You smiled, a surge of affection swelling within you as you pressed a tender kiss to her lips. "No, thank you," you murmured in response. And as you lay together in the quiet embrace of the night, you knew that this night with Kazuha would be one you'd never forget.

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[cavevulpis]

Title: Hotbox Heroes || Author: cavevulpis

Word Count: 2,8k || Pre-Relationship || Rating: Teen || No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Firehouse 118 Crew, Firehouse 118 Crew & Ravi Panikkar, Howie "Chimney" Han & Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Ravi Panikkar & Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Additional Tags: Firehouse 118 Crew as Family, Ravi Panikkar Is The People's Princess, Mind/Mood Altering Substances, Pre-Relationship, Minor Slash, Equipment Malfunction as a Plot Device, Inaccuracies Everywhere, Crack

Summary:

Buck nudged a charred bag of gummies with his foot and whistled low. “Man, this place is like a stoner’s cathedral.”

They moved in deeper, tracing the fire to a storage room. There, nestled in a corner, was the culprit—a wall-mounted electrical panel.

Buck steadied himself against the doorframe. “Do you feel that?”

Eddie glanced at him. “Feel what?”

“I’m not sure,” he said, squinting at the ceiling. “The lights look... brighter? And the room feels... kind of stretchy?”

He blinked. Now that he had mentioned it, something did seem off. He frowned at the scorched plaster, his mind struggling to rationalize the way it seemed to ripple. Skeptical, he turned to Buck. “Are you serious right now? This isn’t…wait…why are the walls moving?”

Buck stared at him for a long moment.

“Oh no,” he ultimately gasped.

Eddie’s brow furrowed. “Oh no what?”

Buck’s face was the epitome of seriousness. “I think we just got hotboxed.”

-

It’s LA— of course there’s a fire at a weed dispensary.

And because it's LA, the rest is predictable.

—

Read on AO3

[sometimeslapine]

[…Store-Bought Is Fine]

(the part two to the previous story! things get a bit more intimate...)

Shutting the door, locking the door, testing the door.

Satisfied, she slung the car keys back on their wall-mounted hook, and loudly announced her arrival home to nobody in particular. It was almost midnight.

She knew her roommate was out for the weekend, off to some convention thing. She knew she still had the house to herself for at least a few more days, but it never hurt to check. A little peace of mind goes a long way, especially given the whole… y'know. She was pretty sure that they were pretty sure that they knew the nonsense stuff she was into, but, still.

She looked down at the brown bag of oddities picked up about an hour earlier. She's really going to go through with this, huh. It almost felt anticlimactic, in a weird way? She'd mentally ran through this scenario about a dozen times on the drive home, almost burning the novelty of the situation out. Still, though…

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The clock finally struck twelve, and she set to work, full of eager energy. She'd always been a bit of a night owl (partial consequence of her hobbies), so it wasn't long before most of the kitchen was an absolute mess. It's the saffron, you see. A nightmare to refine when all you've got is the kind of second-hand electric stove a a certain landlord would "so graciously" provide with the place. A few dozen croquaenen stigmas removed, drying out as best they can over the low heat of a burner.

Several of the other reagents had been prepped by the time she was starting to grind up the would-be saffron in a mortar. Most of it was ready-to-use from the get go. Wasn't a lot to extracting the lavender oil, normally, but the need for a dry environment limited her options a bit. No boiling water, no steam allowed tonight. Still, she managed.

One in the A.M. finally landed, and she was prepping the space in her bedroom. The new moon tonight gave no ambient light to work off of, but old habits and comforts kept her craft project close to an uncurtained window, regardless. Small heat-resistant tarp laid out, sigil carefully drawn with the saff powder, lavender oil spread thinly around the perimeter, incense lit to set the mood, gemstones and the elemental charm each placed at a focal point in the design, and, uh,

…Hm,

Sitting down on the edge of her bed, she held the unlabeled bottle of that ficus sap stuff in her hand, gently rocking it back and forth in contemplation, feeling the viscous weight slowly shift its center of gravity, watching it coat the inside walls. She honestly had no idea what to do with the this stuff. Not for consumption, obviously, but uh. Damn. Really regretting not asking for clarification now.

Well, she was nothing if not one to improvise.

Running back to the kitchen to grab a small cup, she dipped the air charm in by its band and spilled enough of the latexy sap in to completely coat the thing. That's basically what balloons are on a technical level, right? A latex coating encasing air? Or the representation of air, anyway. That makes sense conceptually, right?? Yeah. What's the worst that could happen.

She carefully laid the encased charm back down on the decorated tarp, its position on the sigil representative of one's body. For good measure, she gave the same treatment to several of the gemstones, carefully removing them all from the mixture with a small pair of tongs. Another moment to dry, then back into their place they go. Again, why not.

She had herself a mostly-complete alchemy circle. As a final precaution, she opened the bedroom window to that moonless sky (cautiously, only giving about 12 or so inches of an opening), aiming her tower fan to cycle air out. She didn't know how much smoke this thing was about to put off, and the last thing she needed was the fire alarm flipping this late at night.

A pause, to admire her handiwork. A photo taken, to document this setup in the off-chance it worked. Just one final reagent to go, and a comparatively big one at that.

She brought a section of the lavender oil to ignition with the still-burning incense, and carefully stepped onto the tarp, into the circle.

There was a blinding flash. The full span of the ring was now quickly ablaze with a low, luminous indigo flame. It was silent, bringing a radiance that almost felt cold. She felt a tingling sensation shoot up her spine; Either an effect of the ritual doing its work, or the nervousness of the situation as a whole. Playing with fire indoors was always a bit of a hazard, but she'd rather not risk doing this particular one outside, not with her fear of heights. Last thing she needed was an open sky without a safety harness.

That tingling eventually spread out across the rest of her body, slowly at first, and then rapidly down her limbs, with an intense heat that felt completely foreign to her. It wasn't the flames, but something more… internal? The closest association her brain could make was someone very gently running a lint roller across every square inch of her body. Weird, gentle prickling sensations, a light tug upwards as if some phantom adherence was being removed. Under any other situation, she'd have kicked back to enjoy the sensory show, but this was nothing but terse apprehension, a feeling that felt like it was going to drag on for eternity.

And then it stopped, just as quickly. The flames sputtered to an emberless ash, leaving a sweet honeyed scent throughout the now-darkened room. She collapsed on the floor, exhausted, panic finally over. Wow, did she ever feel light-headed. Probably should've had something to eat before this.

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She laid there on her back for quite some time, hazy attention focusing in and out on the ceiling. Slowly coming-to again, she braced herself for the fire alarm to kick off screaming. The window precaution seems to have done the trick in evacuating the smoke, at least. That's good. That's… good. Wow, did she ever feel light… ah… …light-everything? What… what the fuck.

Was that a sign it worked?

She lifted a hand upwards above her, as best as she could. It felt like her strength was sapped. She- "Holy shit." Involuntarily spoken. She could almost see right through it though, if she looked hard enough. "Holy shit. What the fuck." Propping herself up against the side of her bed, she pulled off her shirt as quickly as she could manage, pausing to lament the smudged ashen marks the sigil left on the backside. It was faint looking down, but sure enough, she saw the carpet underneath, no, directly /through/ her own chest. "Holy shit." It was literally all she could manage, rendered otherwise speechless.

She placed a hand against her belly, and gave a hesitant push. It squished down in, far more than it had any right to, before springing right back up when her pressure relented. "I- I'm a balloon. Rubber. I'm- This is- I- h-hah," before fully giving way to excited laughter. The absurdity of it all hit like a truck.

A beat passed, her taking time to fully come to terms with the changes that had taken place. Right. She did this to herself, intentionally, with purpose. There was only one thing on her mind.

She scrambled across the floor to her closet (as best she could, given the lack of any actual internals that would've helped with that,) and- "Where the /fuck/ is that air compressor." …and unburied the thing she kept hidden but never had a chance to use, covered in dust as it was.

It was by no means powerful, but it moved air around, into things, and that's all she cared about in the moment.

★ ★ ★ ☾ ★

Plugged in, Powered on, Airflow tested.

With her clothes now fully removed, she did her best to prop herself up against the bedroom wall, naked and reaching (blindly fumbling) around behind her. The still-running hose went it with no resistance at all, and she immediately felt a pressure begin to build around her pelvis before dispersing upwards. Everything quickly felt tight. There was a bubbly tingle. A slight belly bump made itself known, and she stared at it in amazement as she watched the rise and fall of her shallow breaths become more of a rise and rise, and rise, and rise.

The feeling, the experience left her even weaker in that moment. She slid back down to a seated position, grabbing at her own tummy, cradling it as it rounded out to something akin to a basketball, waistline slowly gaining an inch or two every minute, puffing out onto her lap. God, this felt fucking incredible. It was greater, unlike anything she could've imagined (and that imagination certainly wasn't devoid of attempts). The pressure buildup, the restricted movement, the taboo nonsense feeling of it all. It was like getting a really good stretch in that just kept going and going. The bonus vibrations she got from the air compressor's magnet-driven motor traveling through the hose certainly didn't help her feel in any way Normal about it.

it was a few minutes of bliss before a hit of clarity successfully broke through the obsession. she needed room to grow, and the corner of her room wouldn't be viable for long. get up. she should move to the bed, if she could manage.

Right. Okay. She attempted to stand. It was a little easier this time, the pressure keeping her body a bit more taut, less prone to collapse (is this what a pooltoy feels like?) but the vibrational waves of that motor reverberating through her core still kept her weak. It was all so much to feel. She almost looked like she'd swallowed a beachball at this point, and her sides were starting to round out just as much as her front was. Hell, she couldn't even see over the rising dome of her belly anymore.

Moving to the bed, she…

…

Well, She tried to, anyway. She practically fell face-and-tummy first onto the floor with a slight rebounding bounce, coming to a stop on all fours; A clumsy combination of the ever-shifting balance point, and a rough reminder that the hose kept her on a short leash about five feet long.

Y'know what, the floor was fine. She didn't care. She really could not care about anything else. She was suddenly in the perfect position to feel everything, every sensation, straddled over her own ballooning body, feeling the high-pile carpet gently brush across the increasing surface area of her expanding frontside, while her overall weight (or whatever fraction remained of it, this hollow) squished downwards, stretching and distorting her tummy outwards to the sides as much as it did the front.

With some hesitancy, she took the weight distribution off her palms, seeing just how well she could remain in this position without the added support. The shift in balance and the new restriction in room to grow gave a subtle redirection in airflow. A pressure in her chest built up, and she gave a questioning squeeze around her front-right. A squeak vocalized at the unexpected sensitivity, but she confirmed it, face reddening as expanding titflesh slowly billowed out around her grip. It was the first noise she'd made in a while, having been enjoying the experience in silent bliss. Boobs too, huh? God, what a fucking experience.

Minutes passed with the hum of the motor still whirring away in its duty, steadily blowing the girl rounder and rounder, pressure increasing bit by bit. Completely content, she thought back on that squeak she made; Embarrassing as it was, it was the kind of noise you'd expect from a balloon, and she held on to that thought almost in pride, nuzzling her face down in the unexpected cleavage she'd gained. She was more balloon then girl at this point after all, and balloons are meant to get round and squeaky. Balloons are designed for this. It's completely normal for a blimp to want these things, she reasoned with herself. Thi-

Train of thought cut short, her whole world suddenly flipped forward. Sheer size alone had outgrown her ability to retain traction, and her legs were now kicking skyward, hose and all in full display. Only thing that stopped her ending up face-first against the carpet as she tilted forward was her airbag of a chest.

Well, things were… a little more awkward, now.

Attempts at repositioning were challenging; It was a bit of trouble moving her arms around with all the boob in the way, but there was just this… odd resistance, on top of everything else? It's… stiff. Everything felt stiff.

Ah.

She slowly, hesitantly, relaxed as much as she could, taking note of how her arms now found natural resting positions straight out to the sides. They were tough to bend elsewise, and that stiffness was slowly giving way to a new, even-more-foreign feeling of pressure, like nervous butterflies flooding every cubic inch. The feeling was mirrored along her hips, down her legs. She didn't feel at-capacity yet, but the air was already searching for new places to go.

This… wasn't anticipated. Everything gently started to puff ever-so-noticeably rounder, and she was losing mobility fast. She tried to fight it, flailing a bit, trying to shift in any direction, but it only served as a reminder of how sensitive everything was, blown out like this. The air compressor was far too out of reach in this position, and she'd completely lost the mobility needed to pull the hose out. Alright. Fuck. stay calm. take stock of the situation. Okay. Yeah.

She was still mostly center-of-the-room, halfway between the closet and the bed, safe from the danger of pushing into anything sharp, but she really had no idea just how much give she had left in her. The pressure kept increasing in step with her size, and the square footage of this bedroom wasn't ever much to write home about. She could still feel the light reverberations from the compressor's motor, vibrations increasing in intensity, a whine crying out from the little device as it tried to fight PSI it almost definitely wasn't rated for.

Well, that's a potential solution, if she could manage that long. Outlast the motor. Hope it burns itself out. Prooooobably doable. And if she couldn't…

The threat of popping loomed overhead. Jeez… Hell of a way to go. She always knew she'd be done by one of her own spells, but it being something as dumb and air-headed as attempting to live out kink nonsense surprisingly wasn't high up on her list. It just.. didn't really seem all that dignified, to be honest. Hell, just thinking about how silly she looked, all blown up like some parade float mockery of herself, sensitive squeaking with every move, so round, so shiny, so huge, so very fucking huge, and tight, and full and stretching so thin you could see right through her, only moments away from total release like any good party blimp lovingly pushed to its limit and ready to explode, and god why was she so into this, this isn't helping her case, agh, focus, focus,

She was well past the point where internal pressure beat out features. Arms and legs swelling out comically conical, the valley dividing belly and underboob beginning to taper outwards, even her face felt a little bloated. She was over minutes away from being blown full-body spherical, and all she could do was ride it out. The pressure began to peak. Ah. This is it, then.

Closing her eyes, she waited.

Slow, calm breaths, trying to avoid adding any more tension to the body.

She waited, in intense anticipation.

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…Thirty seconds moved by without fanfare.

She… didn't feel any tighter? She was still really fucking tight, but… she didn't seem to be growing. The pump's still flowing, she can certainly feel that much, but the pressure wasn't increasing. Where's the bang.

Why was she almost disappointed…?

It was as if the compressor just couldn't move air anymore. Either that, or she sprung a leak somewhere. Airflow had normalized. She wasn't getting any bigger, but she wasn't getting any smaller, either.

She was just kinda… stuck like this. At least eight feet around, way too blown taut to do anything about the situation, almost completely unable to move (save for a slight rocking back and forth), and thanks to the motor of that hose gently buzzing away in a process she could still one-hundred-percent feel, she'd be stuck here for the foreseeable future, thoughts all but scrambled, with what amounted to a vibrator stuck between her legs. It still felt amazing, but, jeez, what a fucking scenario to be in. Her only possible release was still out at a con for the next few days, completely unaware they'd be coming home to a weather blimp for a roommate. (how on earth is she even going to explain this one.)

But, time still moved forward. She tried to let herself enjoy what she could of the situation. Occasional hushed moans broke through the silence of the night, intermingling with the white noise of the motor working diligently to ensure she'd always be topped off, like any good balloon should be.

…god. this was looking set to be a very, very long weekend.

[wanderingsimsfinds]

I prefer to build my own community lots rather than use Rabbit Holes. Sometimes I only build up the outside and sometimes I completely do the inside. These are pieces that I find useful in many types of community lots and some that I use for residential lots (Mailboxes/Buzzer).

WanderingSims Fave CC - General Community

1 - BuffSumm - All Access Parking Space Big Sign (TSR)

2 - BuffSumm - All Access Parking Space Ground Sign (TSR)

3 - AroundTheSims - 4t3 Toiletstall Unassuming Public Bathroom

4-7 - AroundTheSims - Downtown 5 (City Bus Shelter Sunset Valley Version, City Bush Shelter Bench, City Phone Cabin, City Free Newspapers Daily)

8 - Julietsimscc - 4t3 Leosims Lighted Shop Signs

9 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Flirtyghoul Minimart Set Part 3 ATM Machine

10 - D3VV - Layco Trash Bin (TSR)

11 - AroundTheSims - 4t3 Camping Picnic Table

12-13 - AroundTheSims - Sims 4 City Landmark Electric Box & Utility Box

14 - NoirandDarkSims3 - Dirty Window Effects

15 - cyclonesue - Telegraph Set (Pole, Pole Wires, Pole Junction, Pole Light) (TSR)

16 - MurfeeL - TS2 to TS3 Retail Sims Fire Escapes

17 - cyclonesue - Door Sliding Curtain (TSR)*

18 - Diriel - Elevator Modern (Functional when ran through RigFix)

19-20, 22 - AroundTheSims - Mailbox Wall Mounted (8, 7, 4)

21 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 sims41ife Buzzer (Functional)

23 - AroundTheSims - 4t3 GTW Hospital Towel Dispenser**

24 - AroundTheSims - Swimming Pool Locker

* I use this door for to lead to showers in locker rooms

** I use this in all public bathrooms 

[jaidens]

But I can see us lost in the memory — Hobie Brown •°. *࿐

pairing(s) : hobie brown (spider-punk) x reader

warning (s) : small-ish makeout scene

a/n : end rushed cuz i didnt know how to end it sorry loll 🙏

requested? ✔

wc : 1697

Whenever Hobie lost you, he couldn't cope with himself. He watched as the portal closed, losing the connection between your souls. It let him to a place of darkness, enclosing himself in feelings and engineering. He sat upon hours and hours trying to figure out how to get a way to you. Every time he tried, it unfortunately would explode and ended up in a quick spray of a fire extinguisher. Hobie begin to lose himself in-between time, losing sleep which ended up in laziness made in the being Spider-Punk. Whenever he was contacted by Miguel and Spider-Woman, he knew it was time to get over himself and go help out.

When Hobie found himself helping the group of Spiders, he found himself losing focus from the mission. That would end up Hobie being yelled at for his cloudy head. He knew it wasn't a good idea to not think about you, but you'll never leave his mind, for as long as he lives, he swears. Spider-Woman confronts him about this, pulling him in a corner.

“Are you still thinking about her?” She speaks, quieter if someone might overhear their conversation. “If you are, I might be able to help you.” She suggests, watching Hobies’ eyes brighten. He immediately nods and walks behind her. She takes them into a room, with computers and wires crowding the walls. “We had a break through with finding her. She doesn't have a watch, and the web is falling apart, we have a small chance of getting her. But we'll take it.”

Hobie can't help but smile. He's leaning over the computer, staring at the one part of the signal coming from your universe. “I wanna go. Even if the chance is smaller than anything. I have to see her again.”

Jessica smiles at him, her hand laying on her stomach. Hobie's young, he's only 17, and she feels a motherly instinct to make him happier. Jessica explains how the connection works and what Hobie has to do. Hobie looks up at Jessica, “Are you sure this is going to work? You're totally sure?” His accent becomes thicker in worry, in the chance that his hopes are too high for his love again.

“I can't say I'm sure, Hobie, but if you're sure you wanna go, you can. I think you should do it.”

Jessica pulls the chair next to him. to sit down, her hand on his shoulder as he pulls his electric guitar off his shoulder and sets it down on the ground as he thinks. He sees Jessica's concerned look as he sets his hand on his forehead. “Don't stress about this. If anything happens, we're able to get you back.”

He nods once more, standing up, mounting his guitar back onto his shoulder. “I'm gonna do it yeah. It'll be good to try.” Hobie states, shrugging at the end as Jessica begins to set everything up. The computer whirring up covers any noises he hears, he focuses as Jessica's fingers tap rapidly against the keyboard’s keys. She hands him a watch, a Universe key popped up and he presses the small button, ensuring he is doing this.

A portal appears, colors or oranges and blues and squares spinning quickly causing the boxes around the room to begin floating from the unwanted energy. Jessica hugs him before he goes, tapping his back lightly. “Be careful. Now, go find your girl.” She smiles as she pulls away, her eyes have brightened seeing Hobie's behavior and self-conscious beginning to fade away as he pulls away and walks into the portal. He waves at Jessica before he's ripped away into the web of universes.

He's dropped into an unfamiliar world. It's New York City from what he recognizes, but the city is normal. The only abnormality he can tell is the fact that his powers are gone, he can no longer use his webs. He stands in Times Square, people crowding and pulling around on the streets, rushing to day jobs and tourists running around taking pictures of everything.

He looks at himself in a passing building, his clothes are normal, well for as normal as they can get. His baggy cargo jeans stay the same, and his t-shirt but he notices the fact that he doesn't look the same. He's more defined and the same to the other people he sees. After taking himself in, he notices a small coffee shop. He decides to walk away from the boring Starbucks he sees and into the coffee shop.

People are crowding around the counter, ordering quickly with no care to the barista, yelling their order before taking their direction and mind back to their phone. He stands behind a smaller lady, her hair pulled up into a wrap as she holds onto a bag and a pair of glasses. She turns her head and smiles at him and he gives a small smile out of kindness.

When he finally looks up, he sees you. Your uniform is tied onto your body, a small smile as you hand the man his coffee order. He feels as if he is dreaming. He pinches himself. He's definitely not dreaming. Here you are, standing in front of him after years of dreaming and working to see you. You're not paying attention as you're putting something in the register until you hear something.

“Can I have a small coffee and a biscuit Dear?” The British accent rings in your ears. Your head pulls up quickly as soon as you hear it. The boring indie album is forgotten as you focus on him. He stands there, smiling brightly with tears welling in his eyes. You're holding onto the iPad in front of you.

Hannah, your coworker, gets closer to you and whispers: “Who is that amazing tall sack of handsome that's making you freeze?”

“Is that really you? Hobie?” Leaves your lips quietly. Barley above a whisper, your lip begins to shake. Everything is coming back to you. The feelings, the breakdowns, the tears, the yelling, the everything. You've spent your time back on your Earth wondering about everything. Would Hobie come back to you? Would you ever see his beautiful face again? Feel his hands on you? You couldn't answer a single question until today.

“It's me darling. I've found you.”

You run around the counter and jump into his arms. Feeling in Hobie is the best feeling that has ever gone through you. His hand runs on your back as he feels you shake with emotions and you're gripping your arms around his neck. “Wanna leave and get home yeah?”

You fall off of him and tell your coworker Hannah to clock you out and you're leaving as you chase out with Hobie to get to your apartment you used to share with him years ago. You're holding his hand as you run through the warm, august air. New York City has never been extremely pleasant, the people and the grime everywhere lurks around, but the feeling of Hobie makes your mind give up any fears you may have had. He's him. He's the only boy who'll make your mind mush.

Once you get to your condo, you rush for your keys and unlock the door. Hobie walks in after you and notices it hasn't changed since the last time he saw you. His first concert photograph still stays framed in the hallway, his guitar is placed by the couch. You stare at his backside as he admires the apartment.

“It isn't that awesome, baby.” You snicker as he grabs a decorative piece of art from the table and stares at it. It's a remembrance piece from your first date with Hobie. After meeting him at a pub in London, you knew that he was for you. He helped you settle at your hotel room safely, leaving you a phone number and a small heart. He has had your heart since day one. He turns his head at you, a soft smile decorating his face. “Of course it is. I'm home. I'm home with you. My love.”

He walks over to you, his hands laying onto your face. He stares into your eyes before pulling you in for a kiss. He pulls away naturally after a few seconds. You're convinced that this isn't real. Hobie isn't standing in front of you, kissing you. “How’d you find me? After that mission, I just felt like everything was over.” You're lying against his chest, the warm musky smell taking over your senses as you lay your hands on his back. You stare up at him as he's stuck in thought.

“Jessica said she had a lead in finding you. But, with your world and all, it wasn't reliable. I took the chance for you, and I'd take a thousand more.” He explained quietly, holding you tighter. You pull away and start pulling his hand to drag him into your bedroom. “I’m already liking this idea..” He mumbled as you laughed at his behavior. You turned on your lamps and dragged him into your bed.

He was on top of you and you kissed him softly. His brown eyes were running across your skin as he stared at you. You were perfect in his eyes. “Take a picture, it'll last longer Hobie.” You teased as you ran your hands on his back. Your hand relaxes on his neck as you continue kissing his lips. He pulls away and his chin and lips are covered in your pink lipgloss.

You're smiling, your teeth shining out from your lips. He's the love of your life, and now you recognize why. You see the love in his eyes as he is in a trance staring at you. This is what you dreamed of as a little girl. Your “Knight and Shining Armor”. It's him. It's the man you met after he had to save you from a dangerous field of gravity. Hobie. Hobie Brown. Your Hobie.

“I love you. I'll love you forever, love” Hobie whispers as you feel him collapse onto you. “I love you too. Forever.” You mutter quietly before you hear his soft snores fall from his mouth.