#if you're going to be in an enclosed space for an extended time...

[tehkusogaki]

I just wish I didn't get accused of hating kids every time I expect parents to take responsibility for their children -_-

Like... Maybe try to stop them from kicking seats in airplanes.

Or remove them from the theater if they start crying.

And teach them not to bother other people in restaurants. (For that matter, maybe don't take them to a restaurant if they're going to have a meltdown that chicken nuggies aren't on the menu.)

There's a certain type of parent that is 100% 'it takes a village to raise a child!' when they want to be accommodated in public spaces, but doesn't want the village to have a say in how the child is being brought up.

i feel like a lot of the 'i hate kids' crowd would be more tolerant if they understood that due to a kid's limited experience of the world that 4 hour flight might just be the longest they've ever had to sit still for or that trapped finger might literally be the most pain they've ever felt in their short life or they might not have ever seen a person with pink hair ever so of course they want to touch it or nobody's told them yet that they can't run around the museum and they only just learned cheetahs are the fastest animals so of course they want to put that to the test. how were they supposed to know etc etc.

[burningcheese-merchant]

2 QUESTIONS.

2: short stories WHEN!? -nf

3: any more facts about them? id love to hear more about these blorbos

Short stories soon! I have several in mind already, I just want to post a few more Spice/Golden-centric ones before them. We gotta continue along Spice's accidental redemption lol. But there will be stories, I promise

Don't want to spoil everything immediately (that's for when I post the official character sheets lol), so eat these bits of trivia about both of them:

Pepper Jack:

While he's not outright claustrophobic, he does still get kind of anxious/wary in small or enclosed spaces. Rule of thumb for him is that he needs whatever room he's in to have at least one door, or one window that he can fly through (the window is more important tbh. He just... needs some sort of view of the sky). Have that and he's all good

He has a HUGE sweet tooth. He goes nuts over candy and cake and chocolate and all those things. (The best part of Aunt Hollyberry's visits is that she always bring him and his sister sweets from her kingdom. He loves Hollyberrian desserts, they sure know how to make them over there!)

He loves flying with all of his heart. Up in the air is where he feels the most free and at peace. He'll go on long solo flights when he wants to be alone or clear his head, as no one can reach him up in the clouds (besides his mom, but she tries to respect his need for space when it shows itself)

He also likes to sit/perch atop trees and just watch the world go by (he has a few "bird" habits, as you can see lol)

BONUS TO THE ABOVE: A game he likes to play with his father (and his sister, too, after she's born) is flying up and hiding in the treetops while they try to spot him from down on the ground within a certain time frame. No jumping up or climbing the trees or shaking them so he falls out, that's cheating! (Mom doesn't usually play because it's inherently unfair. She can fly just like he can, thus she'd find him instantly)

Matar Paneer:

She is OBSESSED with getting tattoos. She was drawn to her father's almost literally from the moment she opened her eyes and they registered in her mind. Whenever he held her as a baby, she'd try to reach for them and grab at them (and at the Light of Destruction, too. She was, like... hypnotized by the Soul Jam as a baby). Every single time her birthday rolls around, she tells people she wants tattoos just like her papa (the answer is "no, you're too young" for most of her life. She gets Very Big Mad every time). She's been caught drawing and painting on herself multiple times, trying to make her own (Golden scolded her if she got her clothes dirty, but otherwise, she and Spice just thought it was adorable). She WILL get her tattoos someday, there's no doubt about that. (But what they'll look like remains to be seen...)

She loves all of her "extended family" (all of her parents' friends lol), but her #1 favorite person is Mozzarella. She and Auntie Mozzarella are two peas in a pod, partners in crime. The same way Smoked Cheese mentors and indulges Pepper Jack, Mozzarella mentors and indulges Matar Paneer. When she feels like she's struggling, and like she can't turn to her brother or her parents, she goes straight to Mozzarella for comfort and advice

Her katar were gifts from Cilantro Cobra (who is alive and well in my canon don't @ me). They were a labor of love from her and the other cobras, crafted and sharpened with the utmost care and precision. She even went the extra mile and had symbols carved into them: Golden Cheese Kingdom hieroglyphs in one, Wild Spice symbols and patterns in the other. They are some of Paneer's most prized possessions

She's very particular and fussy about her hair, and would prefer that nobody touches it lol. Her dad is the only one with 100% free reign, as they have literally the exact same hair, color and texture and everything; the only difference is hers is somewhat shorter and she wears it in a low ponytail. She thinks he's the only one who "understands" her hair lol.

BONUS TO ABOVE: She and Spice have a cute little daddy/daughter bonding thing where they'll brush each other's hair. He does hers first, then he lets her do his next. He has to sit on the floor and hunch over/bow his head so she can reach properly because she's so much smaller than him, but he doesn't mind. She babbles at him about random things while she works and tries extra hard to do a good job, and it just melts his manly man heart lol

[bubble-popping]

for all i've talked and answered questions about my Into the Fire au, I've yet to actually post my writing for it XD that changes today!

this isn't quite the beginning of the au but it's the beginning of if i ever write a full fic on it (do not hold me to that lmao) so yeah!

tw for mentions of torture, scars, and c!Techno being Weird about c!Dream

The admin pulled away from him, stumbling through the snow in bare feet. (It'd be a miracle if he hadn't gotten frostbite by now.) The cloak and thin prison uniform were the only things shielding him from the freezing temperatures. "No, you don't understand. I have to-I hafta go, I need to meet them-" "Meet who?" Techno questioned, a little harsher than he intended. Dream startled. A slip of the tongue then. Techno narrowed his eyes, shoulders squared as he approached. The shorter instantly shrunk.

"Um." He swallowed thickly. "F-for my armor, I-I need my armor back. I need to get it."

Chat wasn't buying it and neither was he, but he'd let it go for the moment. "I can make you new armor, Dream. You're in no condition to be going anywhere but inside that house." The piglin hybrid pointed to the cabin behind them.

"B-but, they'll find me, Techno! This is the first place they'll look! Sam and the guards and-and Quackity, oh god, Quackity-he can't find me! I can't let him find me-"

Techno abruptly grabbed him by his arms, gazing intensely into the single wide, terrified eye he could see of Dream's. "And he won't. They won't find you. I'll protect you, Dream. No one will lay a finger on you."

After a long moment of studying Techno's face, visibly struggling through an inner turmoil, Dream finally relented with a resigned sigh. "Okay... I'll, I'll stay for a little while..."

Techno softened his expression. "Good. Here, let me carry you inside. You'll get frostbite with your bare feet in the snow like this." Dream surprisingly gave no protest, he merely nodded. So, Techno lifted his malnourished body into his arms and entered the cabin, rushing to get the shivering bundle of an admin next to the fire place. It'd be utterly embarrassing if Dream died of hypothermia after he worked so hard to get him out of the prison.

Dream's skin was ice cold when Techno set him down in front of the fire. Even with Techno's warm red cloak wrapped tightly around his form, he wasn't exactly equipped for any extended time in the bitter arctic air. Techno got another blanket to wrap around him and a pillow for him to hug before closing the front door. With no chance of any coldness seeping into the home, Techno was a little slower in his movements. He slipped off his armor, hung his crown up, and pulled his boots off his feet. His gaze traveled to the shivering figure huddled by the crackling flames. Even after causing quite a bit of chaos earlier, the voices still spewed their nonsensical ideas, most of them being things he could do to Dream.

For now, he ignored them, and padded over to sit next to Dream. The blond flinched away at first, still not used to a touch that wasn't meant to harm him even after Techno had held him like he did. Perhaps the enclosed space and familiar hues of the orange fire were bringing back bad memories...

"It's okay, Dream. You're not in the prison anymore. You're safe. There's no one here but me and you," Techno cooed to him as softly as he could, putting some emotion into his usually unfeeling tone of voice.

Dream remained hesitant at first, leaning away from Techno and further curling in on himself. Techno had his hands up in surrender and kept still to let Dream decide for himself. The last thing he needed was Dream constantly cowering away from him.

Eventually, Dream's tensed shoulders dropped and he scooted closer to nuzzle against Techno's side. He still winced when Techno wrapped an arm around his shoulders, but luckily relaxed much quicker. Techno waited a few moments to let Dream settle before he began to rub his arm in slow, soothing motions. The rhythm made Dream's eyes droop and he felt an exhaustion permeate within him so deeply it made his body sag like his bones were turned to liquid.

Before unconsciousness could claim him, he murmured, voice further muffled by his barely intact mask and the layers surrounding him, "Th-thank you..." It also didn't help his voice was hoarse from screaming for hours, for days on end.

"There's no need to thank me, Dream. Not yet anyway. Not until I get my hands on those guys and-" Techno stopped himself. Probably not the best idea to scare Dream by saying all the horrid things he'd do to Quackity and Sam for harming his trophy.

Dream didn't respond, but Techno could still hear his quiet breaths so he wasn't concerned.

Only once his shivering had stopped did Techno speak again with a suggestion, "I think it'd be a good idea to look at some of those injuries and clean you up before we go to bed. Are you okay to walk?"

"'m not sure..." Dream screwed his eyes shut as Techno helped him to his feet. Moving was suddenly so much harder after having a moment of true rest.

His legs were shaking and grunts of effort left his lips during the process of just standing up. The second he tried to take a step, he immediately collapsed into against Techno. Dream whimpered at his own helplessness, a mix of shame and agony haunting his heart, but Techno shushed him placatingly.

"It's okay, I've got you. Do you want me to just carry you again?" Techno had both arms securely around the other, feeling Dream's bony hands grip at the front of his ruffle blouse.

"Please..." Techno gladly obliged. He once again lifted him into a bridal style carry, holding him close as he ascended the staircase to the second floor.

Passing his bedroom, Techno went to the bathroom to sit Dream on a small wooden stool.

"Is it alright if I help you undress? It'd make it a lot easier."

(Just the thought of Dream naked, weak and unable to fight back as Techno did what he pleased had the piglin hybrid biting back a groan.) Dream nodded, completely oblivious to the hole he was digging for himself.

Techno removed the thick blanket and red cloak from Dream's shoulders, then proceeded with much more caution to get the horrendous eyesore of a uniform off. Dream was hunched over as he sat so he didn't get much of a look at anything special, but he was quite entranced by the sprinkling of hardly noticeable freckles over his skin. He'd seen them before when Dream would roll up his sleeves or the very rare occasions Techno had seen his face without the mask and they were much darker and more numerous then. Months without sun hurt his trophy in more ways than one. He liked those freckles--not so much that he'd immediately let Dream go outside just so they'd be more obvious but still.

"Probably best we clean you up first, then tend to your wounds," Techno said. Dream just nodded again. So obedient and with such little persuasion. It was doing wonderful and dangerous things to Techno's mind.

The pinkette lit a fire under a cauldron of water and waited for it to heat up a bit before filling a bucket with the warm water. "Ready?" He asked, giving Dream a moment to mentally prepare himself, and poured the water over Dream's head. His thin body tensed and shuddered as the water cascaded over him, discolored into shades of red and brown. His mane of hair absorbed most of the water. Techno just knew that'd be a pain to deal with, already dreading the maintenance to come. Maybe Dream would let him simply lop it all off...

He repeated this process a few more times, making sure he rinsed every part of Dream's body that the other would allow. Anything more would have to wait for when he wasn't covered in cuts and bruises. Then, he got some supplies from the cabinet by the door and kneeled in front of the drenched blond.

"Where does it hurt the worst?" Techno asked as he began soaking a cloth in a potion of regeneration.

Dream unfurled his arms from around his own torso and held them out, revealing multiple slashes across his flesh. The scent of blood entered Techno's nose and it took everything in him not to spill more from the shivering man in front of him the way Chat begged him to. He took a hold of one of Dream's hands and was about to apply the potion when Dream suddenly pulled away. "P-please... Please, be g-gentle..." His voice shook like he was on the verge of tears.

"Of course, Dream. You know I would never hurt you." He left 'unless you give me a reason to' unsaid. Dream offered his arm again, letting Techno take it once more and dab the cloth to each cut, healing both old and new wounds. Dream stayed mostly still and quiet during it, only wincing occasionally.

Once his arms were done, Dream straightened his posture for the first time to expose his chest. The skin there was just as bad, if not worse, than his arms. Lacerations, bruises of varying colors, and even burn marks. Techno restrained from commenting as the only words on his tongue were promises and plans of revenge. He wet the cloth again with more of the potion and healed what he could.

An hour later saw Dream dressed in new clothing that hung off his skinny body and his hair pulled into a ponytail to be dealt with later. Techno never really thought about it before, but he certainly was now: the contrast between their respective sizes. Being part piglin had Techno nearly a foot taller than Dream, and don't even get him started on the body mass difference exacerbated by the prison. Techno could easily wrap his hands around Dream's waist and practically have his fingers touch. He could pick him up and carry him around with such ease. It gave him too many ideas to count.

Techno helped Dream to the bed and the blond was awkward as he lowered onto the mattress. As if the whole thing was foreign to him, and it probably was. Months of sleeping on hard obsidian would do that to a person, make them uncomfortable on a clearly superior place to rest.

Dream struggled to find a good position to lay in, so Techno spoke up, "Would it be better if I laid with you? I won't if you don't want me to, but it might help to-"

"Yes, please," Dream answered before Techno had even finished. Techno chuckled softly and climbed in bed beside him, feeling Dream immediately cling to him. There was still the occasional shiver that left Dream's body but other than that, he was okay. He was clean, healed, and dressed in some of Techno's old clothes which Techno absolutely loved. Oh, how he couldn't wait for his trophy to be ready for him...

[ladylooch]

You're Mine- Timo Meier

Part of the Loving & Leaving Series.

A/N: Okay you know I love this. Thank you for letting me use Timo and Emma for this! I immediately went to Timo being jealous. I tried to think of other angsty things but it always came back to jealousy. Like that is what is going to get these two to hate fuck each other. Inspo from this lovely request. P.S. Would you believe me if I told you I wrote this in public 😏

Word Count: 3.6k

Timo and I lock eyes across the bar. We both lean back in surprise, then grin at each other. 

“Stay there.” He calls, beginning to work his way around to me.

We both arrived separately at a sponsorship event for the Devils. Me as his date and a business owner and him as my date and a player in attendance. He came from home, waiting for Lio’s babysitter, while I was already in the area doing some admin work and catching up with Rhea back in Switzerland. Arriving separately has proven to be fruitful. I have several business cards in my purse and follow up meetings next week for potential events to host in the coming months. Business in North America is doing better than I could have predicted.

“Hey.” Timo murmurs, kissing my cheek. 

“Hi.” I smooch his cheek too, lacing our fingers together.

“When did you get here? I didn’t see you walk in.”

“I think I got here before you. I’ve been chatting with a bunch of people. I already have like four potential events to book. We might need to delay going home for a bit.” He shrugs like that isn’t a big deal to him.

“Of course you do. You’re the best.” I blush, chomping on my lip at his praise. “Can I get you a drink?” 

“Um, just water for now. I’m so thirsty.”

“Be right back.” He says, leaning down to kiss me again. This time he lingers, hand drifting dangerously low on my back to skim across the top of my butt. “Can’t wait to get you alone later.” I open my eyes, drowning in admiration as I watch him leave.

I can’t wait for that either.

“Excuse me, are you Emma?” A voice to the right asks. I turn, taking in a tall, blonde with mirrored aviators. He extends his hand, showcasing a perfectly straight smile while enclosing his fingers around mine.

“I am. You are?”

“Colin. I’m the owner.” He motions to the expensive restaurant and event center.

“Oh! Yes, I was asking the staff members if you were here. My company is hosting an event here next month. I was told I needed special permission from you to bring in rescue animals as it requires a specific permit. I believe you as the group owner need to pull the permit with the city?”

“Excuse me.” Someone says behind me, trying to sneak through. I step closer to Colin. My heel falls into a crack and I get a bit wobbly. Colin steadies me by my forearm. I latch onto his in surprise. 

“So sorry.”

“No problem. It’s a little tight up here.” 

“Yeah, but the space is incredible. The Edison string lights really make the space.

“Thanks. You have amazing taste.” He chuckles. He takes off his aviators, tucking them in the breast pocket of his suit.  “Tell me more about this event.”

I fill Colin in on our idea to have rescue animals at the event from a local non-profit to raise more donations for a vet program that helps homeless individuals receive care for their pets while living on the streets. Its a massive need in the NY & NJ areas.

“We are thinking a puppy kissing booth and a fashion show. I understand it is a lot to ask, but we know this would really help reach the fundraising goal for the night.”

“You’ve completely sold me. I’ll have to be in attendance to spend some money. I’ll have my assistant gather the permit paperwork in the morning. Would you be available to stop by for lunch tomorrow and we can iron out the logistics for the permit? My treat.”

“Yeah, that would be great. The sooner we can get it submitted the better.”

“Perfect. Do you have a card?”

“Unfortunately I ran out! Do you have your phone? I can put my number in directly.”

“Even better.”

He hands me his iPhone so I can click the numbers in. I hand it back to him and we shake hands. I ignored the way his hand lingers a moment longer, but bring my left hand up to brush my hair behind my ear. My large wedding rings are blinding in the sunlight and I know he sees them because his cheeks tighten a bit in disappointment. 

As Colin is walking away, Timo is returning, frowning, with his hands full. He wordlessly hands me the glass of water.

“Thank you.” I say, immediately gulping down two sips. I stick my tongue out, faking a pant. “It’s kinda hot today. I didn’t think it got so hot in the Spring.”

“Who was that?” Timo asks. I can hear the tightness in his voice even as he tries to sound breezy. I pause, scanning his facial features, taking note of the muscle pulsing in his jaw.

“Colin. The owner here.”

“You know him?”

“No, just met tonight. We were talking about the fundraising event I’m hosting here next month.” I shrug, bringing my glass to my lips again.

“Really? And he had to stand that close to you?” I slowly lower my glass down, taking a calming pause before responding.

“It wasn’t intentional. The crowd was pushing us into each other because people kept trying to get by to the bar.” I place my hand on his forearm, giving him a squeeze. He pulls away.

“Your tits were practically bouncing off his chest.” I pause with my tongue partly licking my bottom lip. “Maybe you should go home with him tonight.”

“Oh my god.” I scoff, rolling my eyes at him. “I’m going to give you a one-time pass on that comment.” I flip my hair over my shoulder in annoyance.

“You’ve been ignoring me all night.”

“I’ve been networking! Which you told me was okay to do tonight because of who is in this room.” I clap back at him. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you when you walked in.”

“Didn’t realize it was going to be only men you talk to. Guess that’s why you picked that dress. Thought it was for me.”

“Wow. Yeah, I came here tonight with you, my millionaire husband, to hit on other men in a low cut dress to make a few extra dollars. I think I can afford to not sell my body for potential clients.”

Timo looks down into his drink as he takes a sip. 

“Hey, Timo. I hope you don’t mind if I steal your wife. I’ve got an event next Fall I think she would be the perfect planner for.” Tom Fitzgerald says from my left.

“No problem. She’s all yours.” The insinuation in his tone makes tears pinch the back of my eyes as he walks away.

After talking to Tom, I end up going to the bathroom to let my tears fall. I come out of the stall, dabbing discreetly at my eyes with toilet paper. I no longer feel up to more networking. All I want now is to leave. So, I go find Timo.

“I’m not feeling well. I want to go.” I avoid looking into his eyes so he can’t see my red rimmed orbs.

“Okay, give me a few minutes. I have more people to catch before I can go.” Anger flares inside of my chest, a burning ball of injustice at him being such a jerk tonight.

“Forget it. I’ll have Nico take me.” I start walking away before he can respond.

“Emma, come back here.”

“No.” I snap over my shoulder as I walk to find my brother.

- - -

Nico ends up bringing me home. He doesn’t ask questions, just gives me a hug and assures me it’s going to be okay when he sees my tears. He comes in briefly to give Lio a smooch, then leaves to return to the party with the rest of his teammates. 

Timo doesn’t come home until later, after I’m pretending to be asleep in our bed. He walks into the room, checking the comforter is covering my whole body. He carefully rakes my hair back into my pillow case, dropping a kiss to my temple. 

“Love you.” He mumbles. I hear him go into our closet and change, then grab his pillow from the other side of the bed and leave for the couch- the sleeping arrangement I texted him about earlier. He doesn��t get to insult me then sleep in our bed like he didn’t cross a line.

The next morning, I awaken well into the morning. I glance at my phone, surprised to see its after 9:00am. Lio is usually up by 7:00am. I grab the monitor, not seeing him in his crib. Both boys must be up then. I take the peace and quiet, grabbing my breast pump to take care of the first session for the day. As Lio has gotten older, I’ve started to rotate between breastfeeding and pumping, mostly because I’m gone more frequently than when he was a newborn. 

When the cycle is complete, I gather the bottles then head down to the kitchen. Timo is putting Lio’s bib around his neck. Lio has starting to enjoy more food in the last month, much to my delight. Timo hears me step onto the hardwood from the stairs. He glances over his shoulder briefly then looks back at Lio.

“Good morning.” He tries to sound cheery, but the frustration from last night is evident in his tone. I tilt my lips up into a half-assed smile. “He was up at 5. I gave him two bottles already, but he still seemed hungry so we are trying pumpkin.”

“Oooo a new flavor.” I smile at our son who’s gummy grin fills his face. “Pumpkin for our lil pumpkin.” I smooch Lio’s cheek and his giggle fills the kitchen. I press my nose into his hair, smelling the sweetness of his soft skin. Timo watches me, leaning against the counter. Our gazes connect but I look away. I place the fresh bottles in the fridge after marking the date on them.

“Are we going to talk?”

“Probably at some point.” I say, walking to the coffee bar to begin working on an espresso.

“Well I have to go to practice soon.”

“Good for you. You’ll need to take Lio with you to the sitter. I have a client meeting with Colin.”

“That douche from last night?”

“He’s not a douche. You were the one acting like a douche.” Timo’s eyebrows shoot up and he’s instantly seething. He walks back over to the highchair, giving Lio another spoonful.

“I don’t want you to go.” Timo suddenly whirls around, practically spraying pumpkin all over the white kitchen. “Can’t Rhea call and talk to him?”

“No. It’s paperwork for a permit. And I really don’t care what you want. You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.” I can feel my blood pressure beginning to skyrocket. He is being completely unreasonable. 

“So my feelings don’t matter?”

“Not when it comes to my work.” I turn back to the espresso machine. “ End of discussion.”

“Uh, no it’s not.”

“It is.” I suck air between my gritted teeth, trying to stay calm. 

“This is bullshit.”

“Timo.” I spin around, gesturing to Lio.

“He doesn’t know what I’m saying.”

“Until that’s his first word.”

“I want to talk more about this.”

“I don’’t.”

“We are no longer fuck buddies who get to play around like this. We are married. You’re my wife. And as your husband-”

“You better stop talking right now before you step into something you won’t be getting out of for days.” I turn back to the machine, watching the last few drops fall into the small cup.

“Emma, if you turn your back on me again when I’m talking, you better be bending over for me to fuck you.” His voice is low but razor sharp. I pause, sucking my cheeks in, glancing over my shoulder at his face. He is pissed. Absolutely seething with his arms crossed over his thick chest, Lio’s spoon in one hand and the jar of baby food in the other.

Our gazes stay locked in heated defiance. If Lio wasn’t here, I know how we would settle this. But he’s right there, wiggling for Timo to give him his next spoonful of pumpkin. I turn back around, showing him my back just like he told me not to. The spoon and jar clatter to the counter. Timo’s large hands swoop me up, throwing a shoulder into my thighs so I hang down his back.

“Timo, our baby.” 

“He is fine.”

“Not in the high chair.” Timo slaps my ass, hard. I squeak, feeling the intense burning coat my backside.

“Shut your mouth. Or I’ll shut it for you.” It’s at that moment that I realized I may be a little in over my head with this.

“Put me down.”

“No, you’re being such a fucking brat.” He huffs as he hauls me back over his shoulder so I fall on the bed. “Stay here.” He points a finger at me. I oblige, listening to Timo bring Lio into his nursery. I’m shocked when our son willingly goes down. He must sense his dad’s exasperation.

My heart flutters and breathing intensifies with every thud of Timo’s feet coming back to our bedroom. When he walks in, my heart aches for him. I hate fighting with him. What used to drive me crazy with sexual tension, now fills me with terror. Losing him is no longer a livable option. Not since we made Lio.

“I’m sorry.” I begin to bubble as he pulls me down the bed to him.

“Sh. Don’t ruin this by being sweet now.”

I can tell he’s already over whatever was happening in the kitchen. All he wants now is to be buried to the hilt, feeling me squeeze him while dropping moans into his ear. He climbs on top of me, hands coming to dash through the sides of my hair. His mouth is on mine, greedy and possessive. As he kisses me, he shoves his hard erection between my legs, rutting into me until I give the whimpers he’s desperate to hear.

He grips the waistband of my shorts, ripping them down my body. I nibble my swollen lip, panting as I watch him hover his mouth above my clit. He locks eyes with me, then licks up my slit, maintaining eye contact. I look back as long as I can, but the ecstasy calls my head to the pillow. I whine when he roughly slurps at my clit.

“T. Fuck me. Please.” I beg.

“You gonna be good?”

“No.”

“Em, you know what I want from you.” He pulls completely away, smirking at the way I desperately cry to him.

“There is a vibrator in that drawer just as good as you.” I challenge. He sucks his cheeks in. 

“Doubtful.”

“Prove it.” I hiss, gripping him harshly over his shorts. The control shifts back to me instantly. He pulls his shorts off, then settles back on his knees between my legs. I wrap my hands around his shoulders, making his lips meet mine in the middle.

His engorged head is perched at my opening. He presses in fast, bucking his hips into mine as I grip his neck for leverage to watch us connect. I'm so tight; he’s so rigid, I’m instantly moaning when his mouth connects our lips. His tongue drags along mine, practically choking me with how deep he’s going. Fuck, this is fantastic. But I want to be the one in control. I shove at his shoulders. He won’t relinquish. He pulls back up, fucking me harder until my hips are writhing off the bed to meet his.

“You belong to me.” He reminds me as he pounds deeper into my folds. I can’t breathe. It’s so good and intense and necessary. His grip on my hips is as possessive as his words. Nothing could pull him away from me. 

“Then you better treat me like I do.” I pant out, reaching up his back to claw my fingernails down his back with his rapid fucking. “Fuck.” I sob, digging deeper. Raw, angry marks form under my nails on his back. Timo turns his face into me, sucking the sensitive skin of my throat before biting down. 

“I treat you like a goddamn queen. You were a fucking brat last night, not letting me sleep in our bed.” 

“You deserved it.” I am quick to quip back. He responds by bringing his hand up to my throat, holding it there and watching my eyes close with desire. He doesn’t tighten his grip, just holds me down as he pumps faster.

“Keep it up.” He whispers with an edge. His other hand comes down to my clit, two fingers feeling their way between my folds. His touch is light and has me writhing beneath him for more. “You want to come? You know what you need to do.” I think about fighting more, but the need is too great. I tangle my legs around his waist, keeping him close to me. He pauses, buried inside of me. “Baby.” His voice is coated with love now. 

“I love you, T. I’m yours. Forever.” I bury my face into his neck as he begins to rapidly pound into me again. It’s so incredible. Fast and deep and ragged. His cock drags along my inner walls, fingers playing with my clit while he sucks at the nook of my neck and shoulder. Explosions sparkle along my black eyelids. “Ooo-oh.” I choke out into his ear, then suck in a short, staccato breath before exhaling a loud moan. My pussy tugs ribbons of cum from his tip as he tells me how fucking incredible I feel when I’m coming.

Our heavy breathing shakes the bed. I run my hand up his back to his hair, holding his face to where he kisses my shoulder. His breath is hot against the wet skin there. After a bit, he falls off to the side, rolling me with him. I curl into his chest as his hand travels down, cupping my butt. He rests his lips on my head.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. I forgave you the second you slid into me.”

“It’s kinda our way, no?”

“Yeah. I’m okay with that.”

“Me too.” He chuckles. Some silence passes, our breathing starts to regulate. “I didn’t like the way he looked at you.” Timo says. I think about that for a second.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because you’re mine.” That one answer holds so much weight. As possessive as it sounds, it’s really about the fear he still has that I might not be here one day. The same fear I felt grip me when he walked into the bedroom.

“T, I’m never gonna leave you. Ever again.” He sighs after I say those words, crushing me to his chest so he can kiss my lips. “You proved to me that you’re better than the vibrator. So…” He snorts against my face, then throws his head back into the pillow to laugh.

“I’m gonna use it on you tonight so we can settle that once and for all.”

“If we close the blinds, it could be night time right now.” I wiggle my eyebrows excitedly. “Lio definitely went back to sleep.”

“Yeah, did you see his teeth coming in? Little dude is going through it. I hate it.”

“Ah, I felt them when I was feeding him yesterday. It was awful.”

“You should be done breastfeeding. Teeth on your nipples seems like more than you signed up for.” He jokes.

“You just want to touch my boobs again.”

“Yes. Duh. And put them in my mouth.”

I pause to consider, fueled mostly be selfish desire. It is probably getting to be time though. Lio seems to like bottles better these days, but the thought of being done with our journey makes me sad. 

Suddenly, the doorbell sounds through the house.

“Oh fuck, Nico!” I sputter, rolling over and almost off the bed. Timo grabs my arm at the last second, allowing me to catch myself with my other one on the ground. “I forgot he said he was coming back this morning.”

I toss Timo’s shirt over my head, jumping around on my feet to pull my underwear up my legs, then rushing from the room.

“Babe, you really gonna answer the door like that? It’s your brother!” Timo’s voice calls after me. I ignore him.

“Hey!” I say breathlessly to Nico after swinging the front door open. Nico stands there, sunglasses cover his eyes and a twisted scowl. I can feel his judgmental gaze rake down my body.

“I see you’ve made up.” 

“No I just slept like this.”

“I know what just fucked hair looks like, Em.”

“Ew.” 

“Ditto.”

Timo comes strolling into the entry way behind me, Lio in his arms with sideways, matted hair after his brief nap.

“Oh, we got some grumpy gills back there.” Nico’s tone immediately changes seeing his nephew.

“Yeah, he’s not too happy with me.” Timo bounces our son a bit, trying to get a smile. Lio refuses.

“Lot of people not happy with you.” Nico snips, grabbing Lio from Timo and walking further into the house.

“Your sister and I worked it out.” Timo murmurs as I step into his arms, wrapping mine around his waist to give him a squeeze. His hands slide down to my ass, giving it a hearty squeeze. He spreads my cheeks a bit and I feel his cum sliding out of me. I wrinkle my nose, grunting quietly at the feeling. Timo laughs because he knows what is happening.

“Awww, you hear that Lio. You’re gonna be a big brother!”

“Nico Hischier, if you speak that into existence right now, I will end you.”

Nico hides his snicker with Lio.

[kariachi]

Kineceleran homes are, as a general rule, open floorplan. Not always- in the coldest regions of Kinet you'll see places were rooms are more closed off and there's one region where places get downright mazelike and can hold whole extended family groups- but most of the time, where ever you go on Kinet, the floorplan will be open. They are always round in design though. It makes the whole superspeed thing easier, between the two, having curves instead of corners and few walls means less chances of rolling an ankle or accidentally running into something. When you do have enclosed rooms, they're often within larger spaces, so you may have a bathroom that's functionally sort've a hollow pillar or dome set several feet back from the outside wall.

You'll also in some areas find that the walls are partially padded. This is more common in the colder regions where things are more enclosed- in which case the padding can reach as high as shoulder level and also helps to keep the temperatures nice and cozy- but having this padding up all the time has also become popular in some more temperate and tropical regions. Every Kineceleran culture has wall padding however, generally up to about waist height, as a form of child-proofing. There's a period between hatchlings learning how to run and learning to how to turn or how to stop, so having padded walls and furniture is very handy to keep them from seriously harming themselves during this stage of toddlerness.

You generally will see less padding around cooking areas, it depends on the area and the materials being used, and depending on the region this might be one of the few areas sectioned off from the rest of the home. In some it's actually a separate, walled-off room, in some there's a half-wall, in some netting to catch anybody who may run in and get somebody hurt, and in others netting only goes up as childproofing. Again, it depends on several factors.

Again due to the superspeed, Kinecelerans don't use stairs. You're more likely to see long ramps being used, either strait or curving along an outer wall depending on where it is and what its purpose is.

Kineceleran beds most often take the form of a raised, cup-like structure loaded to the gills with soft mattresses and/or blankets to form a nest and in which most individuals essentially bury themselves. Whether or not one shares their bed varies from region to region, though most often they don't, but room sharing is common, normally between people of the same age range or generation, or only between relatives.

Proper nests, for eggs and such, are similar to beds but placed higher off the ground and using more easily cleaned materials such as leather, or easily discarded such as straw. A bed may be two feet off the ground at most, but a nest can be up to five feet depending. There's many techniques to ensure babies don't fall out of the nest, from enclosing the nest in its own mini room within the room, to giving the nest higher walls than a normal bed, but in the last century or so an equatorial technique of using a net to form a rim around the nest that's easy for parents to bypass but near impossible for babies has become popular.

[visage-of-hell]

Munday About Me

Name: Yeen

Age: 38

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bi

Single Or Taken: Married as FUCK!

Hobbies: Art, writing, gaming/streaming, painting/customizing figures and tabletop minis, lots of other nerdy craft shit you should totally ask me about if you never want me to shut up. LOL

Favorite Color: Electric Blue

Fandoms: Hazbin/Hellaverse (obviously) but SOOOOOO many others I would be here all day. The main ones right now (and most frequent ones to flare up again) are Warcraft, Overwatch, Baldur's Gate 3, Vampire the Masquerade, Warhammer, DETROIT: Become Human, Mass Effect/Dragon Age, The Walking Dead, The Quarry

Other Blogs: The full list of these would have us here til tomorrow--trust me, you're better off not knowing. XD The only time I ever really use Tumblr is for RP, I haven't had an OOC/personal account in YEARS!

Favorite TV Show: As far as actual Ye Olde "TV Shows" back when I used to actually sit in front of a television for entertainment, my go-to's were Law & Order SVU, CSI: Miami, Forensic Files, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, and a literal FUCKTON of different Saturday morning cartoons. Other series, if they count, would be Hazbin and Helluva Boss (duh), Beastars, Attack on Titan, Nightwatch, and probably a bunch of others I'm not remembering at the moment. LOL

Do You Cosplay: Back when I used to dabble in LARPing, I did lots of costume work, so I GUESS you could count that as cosplay? Also have fursuited a few times back when I was still active in the fandom. I'd like to tell myself that someday I'll get back into making cool character costumes when I have the perfect combination of time/money/space ... buuuut we'll see. X3

Favorite Media: Oooo this is hard to pick, I'm into so many. XD UHHHH ... Warcraft!

Favorite Book: The entire Redwall novel series (though I definitely have my individual favs)

Favorite Band: Am I dating myself if I say "Evanescence"?

Favorite Movie: WAY too many to just pick one, so here are my top 5 that I has watched over and over for a loooooong time: Lost World: Jurassic Park, Lion King, The Matrix, Beetlejuice, Dragonheart

Do You Have Pets: That are mine? Two--my dog-daughter Blondie and my cat-daughter Velcro. Extended animal family that belong to my folks? 11 kitties (they all live either in specially-designed indoor rooms just for them or in custom-built kitty condos that are outside in the back yard but are safely enclosed) and 4 doggos (all indoor, though they also go out in the yard a lot).

Favorite Animal: As an extreme animal nerd, I have a TON of favs but the Number One Winner right now are hyenas! Mostly spotted hyenas, but I loved striped and brown yeens, too!

Do You Play Any Instruments: Do my vocal cords count? LOL

Favorite Hellaverse Character(s): Hazbins Favs: Alastor, Angel, Husk. Helluva Boss Favs: Blitz, Loona, Ozzie

Tagged By: @radioiaci (Thank youuuuuu ilu <333)

Tagging: @sanguineradio, @angie-long-legs, @top-shelf-tender & aaaanyone else! <3

[yakourinka]

for those interested: thank you for thinking of a random blog on tumblr, I am fine. I was back in turkey for a holiday, but wasn't in the earthquake zone. most of my extended family is in one of the heavier hit areas - everyone that I personally know made it out alive, but there are some severely damaged houses. past 3 days I've seen some shit and heard stories that I probably will never forget. I have a long collection of stories that I don't forget. you know how there are some people, you could look into their eyes as you strangle them to death and likely still wouldn't feel a shred of calmness afterwards? probably doesn't make sense to you, but anyway.

greece sent a rescue team and equipment. yesterday I watched them pull a survivor out of the rubble and cry afterwards. much like with everything else the government is doing fuckall of it, so these rescue teams have no interpreters. a polish team - apparently AFAD, the government's disaster response entity, dropped them in the disaster zone and fucked off - was communicating with locals on twitter using google maps and translate. people tell them shit like, "I can still hear my sister under the rubble we're here [google maps link] please help" and then they go there. I heard they saved over 20 people with this method. a youtuber personality is interpreting for the japanese rescue team. azerbaijan sent rescuers. israel and armenia sent help. pakistan and mexico sent tons of food. there's no food, no water, no electricity and no shelter in many of these areas. it's very cold. so food has become a necessity and is appreciated.

if I get into the politics of it I will never stop, so I will try not to. for a 100 buildings demolished by the earthquake, AFAD can respond to maybe 10 at best. for political reasons that I, again, will not get into, there is nearly no military presence and no civil organizations - both of which saved lives in the great earthquake of 1999. the majority of the work I've seen the citizens do it themselves - they source equipment from somewhere, rent heavy machinery. in situations like these it's dangerous to use heavy machinery. you have little survival bubbles under the rubble, probably being held up by an act of god and physics, and any careless movement will cause shit to come down on you. people above probably won't even notice when they pull your corpse out of the rubble that it was them who caused you to suffocate to death under cement dust. but there's nothing you, or they, can do. you've been calling for help for 48 hours, but you're not one of AFAD's lucky 10 and it's very, very cold. I watched them rescue a little syrian kid out of the rubble - lots of syrians in the hatay/antakya area, both refugees and born here - the space he was enclosed in was so very tiny that they couldn't even push a bottle of water through, so they were feeding him via the bottle cap. these people have no idea what they're doing, but there's nothing else that they can do but help themselves. by the time the government gets there, if ever, that kid will have died of hypothermia. I heard there are many who did.

so any help is much appreciated. if your tax money has gone to disaster relief, know that it's being put to good use. pardon for the stock phrase, but it's encouraging to see better parts of humanity come out at times like these.

[dernarrleid]

❝ my way is the only way and you know it.❞ ( yet again i apologise in advance to nina )

you (season 4) starters | always accepting!

In what ways can the mind reject one’s soul? Especially when the soul completely overrides the neutral functions of the mind and body, rendering it to a shell full of cracks and holes that may never be filled. When the soul doesn’t understand this supposed kindness and love, seeing the mangled exterior as an opportunity for mending in its own image. Can one truly reject this force of an emotion? Often times Nina tries in vain, merely enabling issues like swimming in the middle of a whirlpool without proper motor skills, flailing helpless until she surfaces violently. Her heart encapsulates itself in a box of fire, lungs filling to the brim, muscles clenching all with the fear of another's existence in that swirling water. She waits patiently through the aches since lack of resistance makes it easier for the cause of such phenomena to pluck her from misery. Only to fall right back into a much deeper current.

She runs her nails over the metal in her purse. The blade of her newly delivered self defense strategy warmed by it's encloser. Her other hand grips the handles of her bag, standing in wait. Nina doesn't dare trust the empty space between them or behind, training her focus to pinpoint directedly in front where the monster lie in wait. There wasn't much else she could do when regarding her brother's penchant for readily available aid in his attempts to reunited them. It had gone stale eventually, dubbing the letters and subtle nods in broad daylight his knew approach to forming a relationship she doesn't wholly consent to. On some level there was understanding, possibly longing for the two to come to an agreement on safe boundaries that involved their love and well being for each other, allowing them both to blossom in their own right. Recently, Nina began to dread her formative years.

We were kids then, unfortunately. It was way too late.

"Do you know what I felt the day my final parents were murdered?" Nina spits in a low voice. She didn't want the commotion to extend further out into the neighbor knowing very well how he may react to an audience. Or rather, how lacking they would be in the coming days after. There's no telling he may be able to conceptualize grief and the loss of loved ones, yet she grew tired of discerning whether his knowledge of empathy came from his cognition or hers. Stolen. "I can't trust you enough to tell... I don't want you taking them from me this time." She takes a step back, pressing her lips in a thin line. She grips the handle of the knife momentarily, but lets go upon summoning the strength to walk forward.

Footfalls are accompanied by an echo rather loudly in the night. The face she'd seen only in mirrors and recently a photograph she keeps close shown under the streetlights on the pavement of her emptied home. Not that he would have to know about the picture, assuming he didn't already. She wonders what kind of expression he sees that makes him smile so much. Strange how inconceivable his ideas for the world are, shrouded in sordid nihilism while hers mirrored the opposite. The only explanation to why she sees him and doesn't have the urge to end his life, thus both of their suffering. This can't be a hopeful occasion if she feels a wetness on her cheeks pooling just below her chin.

"I know whatever you want is bound to happen in some form or another. You're really touched by some devil, but I'm not going to let your poison spread to those undeserving." Nina says sharply. "And if your way is spreading your lackies through Germany on sprees, you may have succeeded but I will not participate."

[pawspalacestore]

5 Reasons to Buy a Bird Carrier Backpack for Christmas Adventures

Christmas is a time of joy, togetherness, and unforgettable adventures. If you're a bird owner, you already know that your feathered friend is part of your family. This year, why not include them in your festive escapades? A bird carrier backpack is the perfect accessory to make holiday adventures stress-free and enjoyable for both you and your pet bird. Whether you’re visiting friends, exploring the snowy outdoors, or traveling to a new destination, a bird backpack provides safety, comfort, and style.

In this article, we’ll explore the top 5 reasons to buy a bird carrier backpack for Christmas adventures. These innovative backpacks are not only practical but also make for a wonderful gift for any bird owner. Let’s dive in and discover how you can make this holiday season truly special with a backpack bird solution.

Keep Your Feathered Friend Safe and Secure

One of the biggest concerns for bird owners when traveling is ensuring the safety of their pet. A bird carrier backpack offers a secure, enclosed space for your bird to stay safe while on the move. Unlike traditional bird cages that can be bulky and difficult to carry, a bird backpack is lightweight, portable, and designed with your bird's needs in mind.

Why Safety Matters During Adventures

Birds can get stressed easily, especially in unfamiliar environments. The enclosed design of a bird carrier backpack provides a calming space for your pet while still allowing them to observe their surroundings. Many bird backpacks come with:

Sturdy mesh windows for ventilation and visibility.

Secure zippers to prevent escapes.

Comfortable perches inside to keep your bird at ease.

When you’re out and about during Christmas—whether you’re strolling through Christmas markets or hiking a scenic trail—you’ll have peace of mind knowing your bird is secure and happy in their bird backpack.

Experience Hands-Free Convenience While Traveling

Traveling during the holidays often means managing bags, gifts, and sometimes even children. Adding a pet to the mix can feel overwhelming, but with a bird carrier backpack, your hands are free to handle everything else.

Comfort for You and Your Bird

These backpacks are ergonomically designed to distribute weight evenly across your shoulders, making them easy to carry for extended periods. Features that add to their convenience include:

Padded shoulder straps for comfort.

Lightweight materials that reduce strain.

Adjustable straps to fit any body size.

Imagine wandering through snowy parks or shopping for Christmas gifts with your bird snugly nestled on your back. With a backpack bird carrier, you can multitask while ensuring your pet remains close to you.

Allow Your Bird to Enjoy Scenic Views

Birds are naturally curious creatures that love to observe the world around them. A bird carrier backpack with clear windows or mesh panels allows your feathered friend to enjoy the beautiful Christmas scenery alongside you.

Perfect for Outdoor Adventures

Whether you’re heading to a Christmas tree farm, going for a winter hike, or simply taking a walk in the park, your bird will have the chance to experience new sights, sounds, and smells without any risks. The visibility offered by a bird with backpack design helps your pet feel included in the adventure while remaining safely inside.

This feature is especially important for parrots, cockatiels, and other social birds who love spending time with their humans. Sharing these moments helps build a stronger bond between you and your pet.

Stylish and Festive Designs Make a Perfect Gift

Looking for a unique and thoughtful Christmas gift for a bird lover? A bird carrier backpack is a practical yet stylish present that any pet owner will appreciate. Many backpacks are available in festive colors, sleek designs, and high-quality materials, making them ideal for holiday gifting.

Why It’s the Ultimate Holiday Gift

Here’s what makes a bird backpack a great Christmas gift:

Practical and versatile for everyday use or adventures.

Durable materials that last for years.

Stylish designs that suit any personality or taste.

Whether you’re shopping for yourself or a fellow bird enthusiast, a bird backpack combines functionality and fashion. It’s a gift that benefits both the pet and the owner, ensuring their adventures are safe, comfortable, and memorable.

Build a Stronger Bond with Your Bird

Birds thrive on companionship, and taking them on adventures helps nurture a deeper connection between you and your pet. A bird carrier backpack allows you to include your bird in your daily activities, holidays, and adventures rather than leaving them home alone.

The Importance of Bonding

Birds are highly intelligent and social animals. They enjoy being part of the family and exploring new places alongside their owners. Here’s how a backpack bird solution helps strengthen your bond:

Reduces separation anxiety for your bird.

Provides mental stimulation with new environments.

Enhances trust and comfort between you and your pet.

Imagine cozying up by a bonfire or enjoying Christmas carols while your bird happily watches the festivities from their backpack. These shared experiences will create lasting memories and a happy, well-adjusted pet.

Key Features to Look for in a Bird Carrier Backpack

If you’re considering buying a bird carrier backpack this Christmas, here are a few features to look for:

Ventilation: Ensure there are adequate mesh panels for airflow.

Perch Inside: A comfortable perch for your bird to sit on.

Durable Materials: Opt for sturdy, high-quality materials that can withstand travel.

Visibility: Choose a backpack with clear windows so your bird can see outside.

Comfort: Padded straps and adjustable features are a must for your comfort.

At Paws Palace Store you can find stylish, functional, and safe bird carrier backpacks that are perfect for the holiday season.

Why Choose a Bird Backpack from PawsPalaceStore.co.uk?

When it comes to finding the perfect bird carrier backpack, PawsPalaceStore.co.uk offers premium quality products designed to keep your pet happy and secure. Here’s why our customers love shopping with us:

Variety of designs: Stylish backpacks that suit every need.

Premium materials: Durable and bird-friendly designs.

Affordable prices: Great value for quality products.

Customer satisfaction: Trusted by pet owners across the UK.

Make this Christmas unforgettable by investing in a bird backpack that combines comfort, style, and functionality.

Conclusion

Including your bird in your Christmas adventures doesn’t have to be a challenge. A bird carrier backpack offers the perfect solution for safely transporting your feathered friend while ensuring they enjoy the festivities with you. From safety and convenience to style and bonding, a bird backpack is a must-have for every bird owner this holiday season.

Whether you’re shopping for yourself or looking for the perfect gift, a bird carrier backpack is a practical and thoughtful choice. Visit PawsPalaceStore.co.uk to explore our collection of stylish and durable backpacks designed specifically for birds.

[nageltrailerrepair]

🚐💼📏 RV Storage Unit Size Guide: Finding the Perfect Fit for Your Travel Companion! 🏞️📐🔍

Are you ready to hit the open road with your beloved RV, but not quite sure where to park it when you're not adventuring? 🛣️ Don't worry, we've got you covered with this ultimate RV storage size guide! 📖💪

📏 Measure Twice, Store Once! 📏

Before you start scouting for the ideal storage spot, whip out that measuring tape and get to work! 📐 You'll want to measure the entire length, width, and height of your motorhome, including any slide-outs or extended awnings. 📝 Taking these precise measurements will help you find a storage unit that fits your travel companion like a glove! 🧤🚐

🔍 Research Your Options 🔍

Now that you have your RV's dimensions, it's time to explore your storage choices! 🕵️‍♂️ From outdoor lots to covered spaces and enclosed garages, there are various options available to cater to your needs and budget. 💲💼 Some facilities even offer additional amenities like security cameras, climate control, and electricity hookups. ⚡🎥 Safety first, right?

📅 Short-Term vs. Long-Term 📅

Consider how often you'll be using your RV. If you're a frequent traveler, easy access to your motorhome is essential, so a nearby storage facility might be your best bet. 🚀 But if your adventures are seasonal, opting for a more affordable, slightly farther storage location could make sense. 🌞🌧️

💡 Pro Tips for RV Storage 💡

🔒 Security Matters: Look for storage facilities with robust security measures like gated access, on-site personnel, and well-lit surroundings.

📅 Plan Ahead: RV storage spaces can fill up quickly, especially during peak travel seasons. Reserve your spot in advance to secure your storage solution.

🚿 Clean & Prep: Give your RV a good cleaning before storage to keep it in top condition. Don't forget to empty the fridge and close all windows securely.

🛠️ Maintenance Check: Perform essential maintenance tasks like checking tire pressure, covering air vents, and winterizing your RV if necessary.

🚫 What NOT to Store 🚫

While it might seem tempting to use your RV storage unit as a mini-storage space, it's essential to follow the rules. Hazardous materials, flammables, and perishable items are big no-nos. Keep it RV-friendly! 🙅‍♂️🚫

Finding the perfect storage unit for your beloved RV doesn't have to be daunting. Armed with this guide, you'll be able to make an informed decision and embark on your adventures worry-free! 🌟 So go ahead, explore the world, and let your RV roam free! 🌎🚐✨

[coolscreens]

Enjoying the Outdoors with an Enclosed Front Porch: Creating a Versatile and Cozy Space

When it comes to enjoying the outdoors, we often think of sprawling gardens or expansive backyards. However, sometimes you only need a little space to reconnect with nature and create your personal haven.

An enclosed front porch offers a versatile and cozy area that allows you to experience the beauty of the outdoors while providing protection and comfort. This extends your living space and brings porch screens into focus for a fantastic living experience you and your guests will enjoy.

Reconnect with the Outdoors

In today's fast-paced world, finding moments to connect with nature can be challenging. However, an enclosed front porch offers an ideal solution. By enclosing your porch with screens, you create a barrier against insects and the elements, allowing you to enjoy the outdoors in peace. Whether sipping your morning coffee, reading a book, or simply observing nature's beauty, a screened porch provides a tranquil space to unwind and reconnect with the world outside your door.

Cool Down in the Summer Months

When summer brings sweltering temperatures, your porch becomes crucial to escaping the scorching heat. An enclosed front porch equipped with porch screens allows you to luxuriate in the soothing caress of a cool breeze while shielding you from the sun's harsh glare.

These screens act as a protective barrier, allowing you to unwind without concerns of sunburn or oppressive heat. Imagine the sheer bliss of lounging around after a hard day's work, savoring a revitalizing beverage, hosting delightful gatherings, or sharing precious moments with your closest friends—all while remaining in a state of simple relaxation.

Offer Indoor Pets Fresh Air and Play Spaces

Our furry friends deserve to enjoy the outdoors as much as we do. An enclosed front porch with porch screens provides a safe and controlled environment for your indoor pets to experience the outdoors. They can bask in the sunlight, feel the gentle breeze, and watch the world go by without risking them wandering off or encountering potential dangers. An enclosed porch can also serve as a designated play area, allowing your pets to engage in physical activities and play games while remaining protected and supervised.

Lower Energy Costs

An enclosed front porch can contribute to lowering your energy costs in several ways. By providing an additional layer of insulation, porch screens help regulate the temperature inside your home, reducing the need for excessive air conditioning or heating. During pleasant weather, you can open the windows and let the natural breeze flow through the screens, eliminating the need for energy-consuming cooling systems. This helps the environment and results in significant savings on your utility bills.

Fresh Air Boosts Your Health Breathing in fresh air has a significant impact on our well-being. It revitalizes us, improves our mood, and enhances our overall health. Spending time on an enclosed front porch with porch screens allows you to reap the benefits of fresh air, often without exposing yourself to harmful pollutants.

Plenty of research suggests that routine exposure to fresh air can increase energy levels, lower heart rate, reduce stress, and improve cognitive function. With a cozy and comfortable porch, you can easily incorporate this health-boosting habit into your daily routine.

Ready to Learn More?

Creating an enclosed front porch with porch screens offers many benefits that enhance your quality of life. It provides a serene space to reconnect with nature, a fantastic retreat during hot summer days, and a haven for indoor pets. It also helps lower your energy costs and promotes your overall health and well-being by allowing you to breathe fresh air. So, whether you're looking to unwind, entertain, or enjoy the beauty of the outdoors, an enclosed front porch with porch screens is the perfect addition to your home. Embrace versatility, coziness, and outdoor connection by talking with our team at CoolScreens today. We help families around Georgia experience a great outdoor environment without the bugs or rain.

[omegapheromone]

So the thing is that you're probably blind to your own scent. This is super duper common with humans, because our noses more or less adapt and get used to our own scent- you apply perfume, and it smells good, and then 20 minutes later you can't really even smell it unless you really sniff yourself. An hour or more later, you don't even notice.

However, I can absolutely PROMISE you it's there. It's there and everyone else can smell it. Especially if you keep reapplying a few times a day or so. And I can also promise you that your scent sticks to your things even without you doing anything at all.

How do I know? Migraines, baby. I'm hypersensitive so I may notice it more easily- but most people, especially those who use any sort of scents, have a really, really strong scent. Like, not just "smells good", but "it literally makes me nauseous and triggers migraines" strong. Also because I have friends who use literally zero scented products and things still smell like "them"- especially their home and personal items like clothes. They're NOT going around spraying their perfumes or lotions or anything on their clothes- their scent just sticks because they're using them, and that's absolutely, completely normal.

In fact, your shirts probably smell really obviously of you (both the scented products you use, AND your natural scent, not BO but like. An actual neutral "skin scent". All humans have that), you just can't tell because your nose gets used to the scent you are constantly emitting and/or surrounded by.

Of course, that probably doesn't help with your perception of the problem: you feel like things aren't smelling like you because you can't smell it most of the time.

How I scent my nest is literally just me doing my skincare routine in bed right before I go to sleep. Most of my scent comes from a combination of scented lotions and a roll-on perfume, and as such, if I apply them right before I disappear under the pile of pillows and blankets, the warmth of my body and the blankets and soft materials are naturally going to amplify my scent: actually, a big part of WHY you can't smell your own perfumes well is because during the day, as your body warmth naturally warms the scented product/perfume up, it sort of "melts" into just being a part of what you perceive as "no scent" but is actually your own natural scent that you're just very used to. (After all, if prehistoric humans could only smell their own body odor, how could they have smelled which foods have gone bad, what water seems clean enough to drink, and so on? Humans are naturally adapted to NOT really smell ourselves very strongly because it's a part of survival, even if our sense of smell never was a huge part of surviving in the wild)

Anyway, the effect is lessened when you're in a more enclosed area, i.e. mostly under a blanket, because the scent doesn't disperse as much. think of it as like... your own personal cloud of scent that moves with you when you walk around. In the open air, it disperses a lot more and becomes even weaker to your own nose, indoors it's a bit easier to notice, and the smaller the space you are in (and the fresher the application of the scent), the stronger it will smell.

Also, rubbing your face on things won't spread the scent any more onto things than just being near them or wearing them. We don't have the glands that cats have for marking things with their scent. If you really want something to get your smell, keep it against your bare skin, preferably any region you'd normally cover with a t-shirt and shorts- because those are the warmest spots of your body that also tend to have the strongest scent- and keep it there for a long time. I'm talking hours. Sleep with it there. If you want your clothes to smell like you, wear them. That's honestly as simple as it is. Apply perfume to where your body is the warmest, to get the strongest scent, and keep the things you want to scent near those regions for extended amounts of time. Yes, your nest already smells like you, you just don't smell it clearly, so reapply perfume etc on yourself before you sleep.

That graphic should show the best points for applying perfume for generic use, but if you want, you can also apply some on your inner thighs right where your legs connect to your pelvic region, because that whole region is one of the warmest spots in the human body. Armpits are another good choice if you know you're not going to just sweat it off immediately (i.e. when you're going to bed since you're probably not going to be sweating unless it's unbearably hot where you live)- just be aware that armpits and the pelvic/pubic region have sensitive skin so you might end up with an allergic reaction if you tend to react poorly to chemicals in products.

Here's some more graphics, courtesy of google images, to give a better idea of what I mean:

Especially important in these: they specify you should select one or two spots ONLY, and it's absolutely correct. You most likely have no idea how strong your own scent is, and even if your friends might be used to it, it could genuinely be disturbing other people around you.

And lastly, I feel it's super important to add this for the sake of absolutely everyone ever:

for the love of GOD, I am BEGGING every single member of the miscecanis community to NOT ABUSE SCENTED PRODUCTS.

I Know it's weird when you feel like you can't smell your own scent, I Know it's very affirming when you reapply it and it's much stronger, but have you ever met a sweaty teenager who thinks axe deodorant/body spray is the equivalent of a shower? and has used what seems like ten cans of each? I promise you that overapplying any perfume/scent/cologne/essential oil/etc has the EXACT SAME EFFECT. You want your scent to linger and be there, but subtle, not assault the living daylights out of migraine-prone people's nostrils. Strong smells are one of the biggest migraine triggers for most people who suffer of them, and there are a LOT of people who are hypersensitive in other ways (asthma attacks can be caused by strong smells just as an example...) so please, please, PLEASE, misce folks,

USE, NOT ABUSE.

Or if you absolutely MUST apply a ridiculous amount of a scented product for your own feelings of affirmation, do it when you're not going outside in public before you have a shower.

Also just to clarify, this is a super important psa that I don't see talked about much in the misce community, and me adding it to this post specifically isn't like a personal thing or anything! I'm just migraine prone and usually, the people who trigger it the most are those who really don't know how strong their own scent is because they can't smell it unless they douse themselves in it- so I felt it was a necessary addition for everyone in the misce community.

ok miscecanis community pls help

how the heck do i scent stuff. i tend to wear perfume when i go out of the house (skylar vanilla sky) but it’s a rollerball. i do tend to rub my face on soft things in my room but i mean like scenting to make nice smells stay. i also occasionally steal best friend’s clothes to put in my nest because they smell like her but i have no idea how she did that. how do i make my nest smell nice ;-;

[watatsumiis]

Hmm in need of some comfort today so just cherrypicking some of my faves to write this scenario of 'how they'd react to a reader who has gone nonverbal and is avoiding contact due to stress/sensory overload'

I'm not sure if it's much of a mood others can relate to but here goes!

Content: gender neutral reader (heavily implied to be neurodivergent in some way), platonic fluff, general mentions of stress and sensory overload type deals (but pretty vague), some characters can be kind of dismissive/confused at first (Dottore, Itto, Pantalone, Yae Miko) but mostly positive and supportive.

Be warned that the descriptions of being nonverbal and coping with sensory overload will be based heavily on my own personal experiences and coping mechanisms, so they will likely not match perfectly up with what others have been through.

Characters: Ayato, Capitano, Dottore, Itto, Pantalone, Pierro, Yae Miko, Zhongli.

Ayato gets it. He may not know exactly what you're experiencing, but he understands and empathises (especially since Ayaka often struggles with similar issues). He tends to be pretty swamped at any given time so it may take him a bit to realise what's going on or notice how you're feeling, but once he does, he's immediately ready to do anything to help look after you - he's very observant to all of your signals and catches on really quickly to what you want, even if you're not entirely sure about it yourself. He's kind and patient and won't touch you without express permission first - he leads you off somewhere quiet for you to decompress, shooing others away so that you can sit in peace for a while until you're feeling ready to face the world again. It's okay if you need more time, too, he'll send Thoma up every now and then to bring you snacks and drinks they know you like and a reminder that you're allowed to take all the alone time you need.

Capitano relates, heavily. He often finds himself struggling with words and socialising too, and so picks up on your stress signals almost immediately (sometimes before you even realise you're teetering on the edge of an episode). He'll just stand silently by you, shielding you from others with his broad frame and intimidating demeanour. Often, his presence is enough to scare others off and give you some space to breathe, but sometimes that just isn't enough, and he might twitch his fingers and tilt his head in that silent gesture that means you should follow him. Any time Capitano spends an extended period of time somewhere, he finds himself mapping out 'safe spots' for him to hide - for him, they're usually small, enclosed, dark places such as closets or service hallways. If you're the kind of person who needs to be outdoors, he also knows where all the nearest exits are and will lead you directly out, standing a few paces away with his arms crossed over his chest, back to you as he stands guard to make sure you're not disturbed.

Dottore... Doesn't understand. He wants to, but less in an empathetic way and more in a researching kind of way. You'll feel his eyes on you, observing you and taking in every little detail, which just makes you more stressed, but eventually he'll set a hand on the small of your back (though will pull away if you shy away from him) to lead you out and to somewhere quiet - at first you think he's being considerate but in reality he just wants to observe you for a bit, record what you do to calm yourself down. The moment you're able to get your words in order again, he's asking questions - what led to this, how your mental state was, what you usually do to cope, so on. It's a little invasive, clinical and weird (and he almost definitely has a folder dedicated to you that he's writing this all down in), but as time goes on, you slowly realise that he's actually actively working to try and prevent you from getting so stressed you become like that again. He's kind of sneaky about it but there's no question that it's him who is pulling the strings, subtly taking work away from you and steering away those who might seek to bother you. It's kind of sweet, really.

Itto struggles to get why you're like this, it's not something he's ever experienced in his life - he's constantly on the move, a high sensory seeker who is noisy and all over the place, but he'll do his very best to understand you and make sure your needs are met, even if he doesn't get them at all. He may still talk to you and ask you questions, then really quickly apologise and get all flustered. He has no idea what he's doing and it shows, but he has good intentions. He'll announce that you're feeling "super duper not-good" to anyone who so much as glances in your direction, and that you are "in dire need of some time to chill and unwind, so all you bozos better stay back!" (that last part is more directed towards his gang - he knows they can be a lot sometimes, yet he somehow seems oblivious to the fact that he can be exactly the same way). If you seem like you're genuinely upset or stressed out for too long, he'll try a wide variety of things in his attempts to make you smile or laugh - each idea gets more and more ridiculous, from bringing you silly looking beetles to trying (and failing) to do cartwheels, to once even nearly getting arrested because he decided to do a (rather insulting, but faithful) impression of the Yashiro Commissioner.

Pantalone really struggles to wrap his head around it all, he just can't seem to comprehend the idea that some people can't just keep all their stress tucked down inside until an appropriate time arrives that they can let it all out and break down. He's almost dismissive at first, but as he grows to know you better he becomes a lot kinder and more helpful surrounding it all (though he can still occasionally say or do something that comes off kind of unkind, he struggles with empathy). He'll let you hide out in his office until you feel better, and if he's in a particularly generous mood he might give you little gifts of things that he feels will cheer you up. While he can be a little impatient, eventually he seems to adjust to the idea that not everyone can be 'perfectly composed' on the outside like he is. He'll help you come up with excuses for why you might have to leave quickly, and will absolutely lie to people on your behalf.

Pierro, while not really fully comprehending, is pretty accepting (mostly because it's you), and will do what he can to make you feel comfortable and happy - he'll make excuses to others as to why you can't do certain things and make sure not to do anything that might upset you even more. He has a little bit of experience (thanks to Capitano), but treats you pretty much the exact same as he would Cap, giving you plenty of space and making sure everything is quiet and you have somewhere to retreat if you need. Nobody questions him due to his status, so if he's giving you preferential treatment, you'd better enjoy it, because he doesn't just hand that out to anyone. His presence in itself is pretty calming too, he has a kind of calm, in-control vibe no matter what.

Yae Miko flip-flops back and forth between being super nice and a little bit teasing about it (in a very lighthearted way, but it can still be a little stressful). Of course, if you appeal directly to her for support, she'll provide it, but there's a chance she may expect something in return eventually. Despite that, she's more than happy to pull some strings to make sure you're happy and taken care of. You'll get somewhere quiet to sit, something yummy to eat, and if you're lucky, you might be graced with her presence as she sits beside you to do some papers and keep an eye on you to make sure you're looking after yourself and there's nothing else actively stressing you.

Zhongli probably has a few tricks up his sleeve when it comes to calming others down - he has breathing exercises for you to try and will happily walk you through them, and will encourage you to do some things to ground yourself (like identifying and pointing out different things you can see/hear/smell, etc.). He's very proactive when it comes to this sort of thing, and doesn't want to leave you alone because he frets. If you need, he'll find you somewhere quiet to just exist for a bit (though he'll still sit nearby). He checks in a lot and worries about you, because he hates to see those he cares about feeling stressed out - it stresses him out too. Once he's sure you're okay with it, he'll wrap you up in the biggest, most soothing hug, applying perfect amounts of pressure as he rests his chin on you and rubs your back.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites.

[autocrats-in-love]

Part 4 of "What the Years Do" please

🌺🌺🌺 (Don't worry they aren't poisoned)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The hero blinked. They were lying down. The area around them was illuminated by a small window directly above them into the enclosed space. The hero felt gentle bumping as the car they were in moved along the road.

The hero tried to move. Their hands and feet were bound behind them. The best they could manage was a small wiggle. They bumped into another figure, also bound. They were still unconscious. The villain.

"Hey." The hero kicked the villain in the shin.

Nothing. The hero focused on the space in front of the villain's eyes. They had been experimenting, to move past what the academy had said was possible. Being that powers of theirs could only be used if you stretched out a hand or foot over or in front of the place where you want the light to be conjured. Impossible to do otherwise.

The hero heard a story about a warrior who lost all four of those appendages in a battle a few hundred years ago. He cried because he thought he could no longer do magic. He didn't talk to anyone for 20 days or something, and when his brother came in to check on him, the warrior sent him away by blinding him with a blast of light. Only a story, but the hero found some truth in it. Extending their arm always seemed like a crutch.

Maybe it was because the hero hadn't been born with their powers, but rather cursed, or because the academy didn't know much about photokinesis, but when they focused on the spot in front of the villain, an aggressive spark of light emerged from the area. It immediately flew at the villain, immersing their face in glaring brightness. They gasped and shot up, hitting their head on the roof of the trunk.

"What is wrong with you. . .coward. . ." the mumbled, rubbing their skull.

"Hey, where are we? What did you do?" The hero snapped.

"Woah, calm down." The villain said, wiggling closer to the hero.

"You got me kidnapped." The hero replied.

The villain sighed. "Yeah. Sorry."

That brought flashbacks. The villain apologizing for getting them in trouble. Occasionally vice versa.

"So. . .what did you do?"

"They found out."

The hero raised their eyebrows. "You mean. . ."

"They know I'm not a hero."

When the hero first found out about the villain's choice, they were furious.

"You want to be a criminal?" The hero exclaimed, pacing around the room.

The villain put their hands in their jacket pockets.

"Thought you should know. I'm not changing my mind."

The villain didn't bother telling anyone anything. They were serious.

"I would make a better villain than you." The hero marched back and forth, wringing their hands.

"You would. You never get caught. Except for that one time you got cursed with powers, but I don't see you complaining about that."

The hero continued to have a crisis inside their door. They had yet to let the villain in the apartment.

"Wait. . .where are you going? To be a bad guy or whatever?"

"About that." The villain scratched that phantom itch on their neck. "I can't leave. I have to stay to get what I need to be done."

"No." The hero clapped a hand over their mouth.

They couldn't help it. The tears spilled over. So did the sobs and sniffling. They hung their head, crying.

"It'll be an honour to fight you." The villain stated in a monotone voice.

They turned around, leaving the hero shaking with cries at their open door.

"How did they find out?" The hero asked in a low voice.

"Josie asked about the lack of arrest numbers I had been sending in over the last three years. I acted innocent and stuff, but she didn't seem to believe me. Turns out she had found out I had arrested no one and she was just checking to see if I had an excuse." The villain explained.

The villain then laughed. "Funny, I always thought when I went down, it would be because you ratted me out."

"You're kidding." The hero said.

"You took my conversion. . .well, you know. I worried you would go straight to Josie."

"I would never willingly go to Josie." The hero protested. "And you think I want you to suffer the consequences?"

It was one of the rules of the school. You should become a hero when you graduated. Being a regular civilian was frowned upon, but not banned. But being a villain was completely out of the question.

"If the academy finds out you've become a villain after graduation, they have the legal right to terminate you if you become a villain." Said the history teacher one time, in a lesson focusing on the academy. "It's only assurance you don't use your gifts for bad purposes. The academy wouldn't just kill you if you shoplifted, though, so none of you have to worry."

The villain had done worse than shoplifting. Grand larceny, abduction, assault and battery. They were gone.

"You'll probably be interrogated, and I know you didn't want anything to do with this or to have to deal with Josie again, so I tried to warn you."

"Mhm." The hero wasn't listening.

The villain squinted at the hero in the pale light. The hero was looking at something, focused in the distance.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to make a light with my hands hot enough to melt the scotch tape binding my hands behind my back. You're next."

The villain felt a grin tug at their mouth. "You're helping me?"

"Obviously. You're. . ."

The hero stopped as their vacant gaze landed on the villain. Their eyes met, and the hero couldn't help looking at the villain's face. Their cute little nose, their smiling pink lips, the freckles spotting their cheeks. The way they tilted their head in confusion.

". . .my best friend. I'm not giving up on you."

The car stopped roughly. The hero crashed forward into the villain.

"As much as I appreciate that," The villain said, spitting out strands of the hero's hair that crowded their face. "I think it's a bit too late."

Part 5

[venushasvixens]

Ch. 19 Broken Ship - Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warning: 18+, contains a LOT of smut

[A/N] here you go, slut puppies. Super happy on how this smut turned out. Enjoy! <3

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Early morning.

You open your eyes groggily to see that Spike’s side of the bed was vacant. That would have been normal if you didn't hear the cussing and banging of metal coming down the hallway. You flipped back the covers and opened your door. Rounding the corner, you saw Spike rummaging in his room.

“Hey. Is everything alright?” You asked, leaning in the doorframe.

“My ship is broken. Again.” He muttered, huffing impatiently. “I’m going to try to fix it.”

“By yourself? Don’t you want Jet’s help or something?” You asked.

“I can do it, by myself.” He replied. “Besides, he was already pissing me off this morning.”

You nodded. Spike stood up straight, his face looking to the ceiling. Sighing, you could hear him grumble, “Happens right when we are down to our last dollar.”

You walked in, your arms wrapping around his torso. “How about I make you some coffee?”

“Please. I’m going to need it.”

You stood on your tippy toes and planted a kiss on his chin, patting his chest before heading back into the hallway and down the staircase into the living area. Jet sat on the couch, his head into a newspaper.

“Morning. Oh I’m sorry, apparently saying “good morning” could get my head bitten off, so I'm just going to keep my mouth shut.” Jet called out, mumbling obscenities under his breath as well.

“I guess I’m making coffee for you too.”

You decided it was best to leave Spike alone to work on the Swordfish. On occasion, you would sneak onto the cameras on the bridge while you researched and watched him work. Precise with his fingers, you knew it was going to take a while. What could be crazy is that it would be a simple fix but be so hard to take care of.

As you scrolled through the computer, your stomach grumbled. Looking up from your screen, you saw that the time read as 3:30 PM. Time goes by fast when you're having fun, you thought sarcastically. Pushing back your seat, you made your way into the kitchen. Opening the pantries, you found yourself making a couple of peanut butter sandwiches, hoping that this little thing could at least lighten the mood for your beloved.

Climbing into the rotating hull, you ran into Jet, who was walking slowly with hands in his pockets.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.” Jet said. “He’s in a mood.”

“Hungry, that's all.” You replied. “I think we all are. Here, take my sandwich.”

Jet chuckled. “I’m okay, don’t worry about me. Just be careful before getting into the tiger’s cage.”

You smiled as you walked further down, approaching the door that leads into the hangar. Clicking the button, the door slid open to reveal the Swordfish in all her glory. You climbed in, shutting the door behind you.

“Hey, I got lunch!” You shouted, your voice echoing off the walls.

You walked further in, setting the plate of sandwiches down on a small bench. A long ladder that extended to the cockpit of the ship leaned against its side. “How about you take a break and eat with me?”

“No.” You heard from the ship. Sighing, you began the ascend up the ladder. Each step you dreaded to see a frustrated Spike. As you reached the top, there he was, his brows furrowed as he turned the key of his ship. A sputter, a deep rumble, and poof!

The engine died.

His hands fell from the handlebars. Your shoulders dropped, feeling the same frustrated emotions as he did. His eyes blank from the endless tickering, you couldn't help but baby him.

“Oh, sweets. I’m sorry.” You comforted, holding out your hand. “Here, come down and eat something. You’ll feel so much better. We’ll figure out what to do after we finish-“

Two giant arms yanked you into the cockpit and into Spike’s lap. You gasped, shocked at how quick he brought you in. Straining up to close the glass lid of the ship, he enclosed you both into the small space, staring you dead in your face.

“I’m tired.” He said.

“I can see.” You said, your fingers tracing the dark circles under his eyes. “So what now?”

“We call a professional. Someone who knows what they’re doing.” He said, rubbing the small of your back. “I think I made it worse.”

“Then that's what we’ll do. It’ll be fine.” You gave a small smile, pecking his cheek. “It would be a complete turnaround if you had something in your stomach.”

“No, no. Stay here. I missed you all day.” He pleaded, his face growing a small rosy hue.

“How cute.” Giving him a small kiss. “I’ll stay, just for a minute.”

“That’s all I need.”

You laid your head on his shoulder, breathing in deeply. The troubles you had to go through just to have a normal day like this. Who knew that bounty hunters could play house so naturally?

Fingertips grazed along your spine, tracing up and down slowly. Goosebumps rose as they crept underneath the band of your bra and back out. You shifted your gaze to Spike’s, his eyes closed as his weary body relaxed. A grin spread on your face as his hand began to trail to the side of your torso, still edging alongside your bra.

“What are you doing?” You smirked, giggling at his light touches.

“Just copping a feel, that's all.” He murmured, fluttering one eye open. “Why, is that a crime?”

“No. Just didn’t want to get frisky in this death trap.” You replied.

“It's thrilling, adventurous if you think about it.” Spike joked. “Better to do it here than in zero gravity.”

“True.” You watched Spike’s focus trailed from yours and down your chest. You could’ve swore his pupils dilated at the sight of your covered tits. Adorable, you thought. So infatuated with you, that even a glance at your fully clothed body, could arouse him easily. This day had been a bit of a bummer for him…

“I can make you forget how bad of a day it's been.” You declared softly, causing Spike to snap out of his trance.

“Hmm. Show me.”

You pushed back off of him, delicately lifting the bottom of your sweatshirt up. Pulling the material to your collarbone, you allowed Spike to enjoy a full picture of what his heart desired. You heard an elongated sigh come from him, a familiar hardness pressed underneath you.

“You’re looking at me like you've never seen these before.” You giggled.

“Its like seeing them for the first time.” He spoke lowly, shifting in his seat. “I really can’t get over how beautiful you are.”

“Well don’t sit there and admire the view.” You whispered. “Touch me.”

Working hands eagerly pushed the straps of your bra to the side, releasing your tits from its hold. Sloppy kisses were planted all over your breasts, licking and biting so softly. You let out a wistful moan, massaging the back of Spike’s head as he unleashed his need for you. His tongue encircled your hardened nipples, flicking all around before taking you in between his lips.

You couldn’t help yourself from grinding on his lap, the outline of his cock shifting aid forth in between your legs. He leaned his head on the back of his seat, letting out a deep groan. His hands went from your tits down to your hip, guiding you.

“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” You held onto his shoulders, letting Spike take the lead.

“I-i can’t either, fuck.” He hissed, bucking his hips up suddenly. “You know how to bring the worst out of me.”

All you could do was laugh, cut off by another wanting thrust from Spike. “You’re welcome.”

This could hold both of you off until tonight, then maybe Spike could unleash his stress on you. Your hips slowed to a rocking roll, building up a nice rhythm. It was lazy, comforting. Hands roamed your back, scratching and holding onto you. You could feel a deep, intense throbbing in between your legs, echoing into your stomach and up into your mouth. There was this familiar desperation again.

You were addicted to him.

“Can I have you now, please?” Spike pleaded, moaning as his lips grazed your tits again. “Y-you just look so good- and, and god, the way you taste.”

You take it back, you were addicted to each other.

“But the ship-“

“To hell with this piece of junk. I’ll destroy it if it means I can have you.”

This man always knew how to slide his way into your heart. No matter how many times sweet nothings had been whispered between you both, he always managed to make you a blubbering mess. You were still in shock on how one person can love you so much. You hesitated. With so much fire and passion, you melted into his lips, showing your adoration for him.

Tongue running over your lips, the walls of your mouth. He could never get tired of the taste of you. His lungs were begging to pull him back for air, but he didn't want to. If need be, he wanted to drown in you. Alas, you were the first to break, lips glossed over with his saliva.

“Yes, yes. I’m all yours, use me.” You keened in between pants. Quick fingers unlatched the button of his pants, pushing them past his hips and down his legs. Hovering over, you pulled your shorts down. Trying to keep your balance as you wobbled trying to take your underwear off, you heard a deep throated chuckle come from Spike.

“That’s cute. Here, let me help you.” He said, gathering the garment through each leg and off to the side.

Finally off, Spike squeezed your ass, pinching some skin in between his fingers. You whimpered, head whipping back to watch him grope you. Two digits grabbed your chin and twisted you to face him, his vision bearing into yours. You had looked into them so many times and were still enticed by the color difference between them. “Stop that.”

You nodded, obeying. Your heart thudded as it anticipated contact. His expression was so kind, a spider leading its food into the trap. And you fell for it everytime. Without warning, his hand spanked one cheek, causing you to cry out.

“Was that so bad?”

You shook your head, biting down on your bottom lip. “N-no.”

“Oh? Let me try again.”

Another smack on your other cheek, the aftermath burning your skin. He rubbed the sensitive skin, building a routine of spanking you and giving you plenty of care. Your cheeks on your face and ass were red from Spike’s play. He took immediate notice of your flushed and hazy profile, lips curling back in a cheeky grin. His precious girl, blushy and ready for another pounding.

“Ah, shit.” He breathed, tucking a stray hair away from your face. Your lips met once more for a sealed kiss, a gift for one another for being so compliant. “So gorgeous.”

“Hold onto me, baby.” He whispered in your ear, bringing you closer to his chest. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck, whimpering softly as you felt his digits rub up your slit and into you. They slid back out, rubbing semi-circles on your clit. Wow, that is what you were missing. One push of some of your buttons, and you were good to go. “Feels like you’re ready for me.”

Your eyes darted down to Spike slathering his cock with your wetness. You don’t know how Spike managed to keep it up for this long. Maybe that's where the frustration went. There was plenty of it. Your head was practically empty except the thoughts of how many times you managed to take all of Spike’s perfect, huge-

“(Y/N), I want you to look at me.” He said. “I want to see those pretty eyes when I go into you.”

Snapping out of it, you nodded vigorously, giving a peck on his cheek. “O-okay.”

“Look at me, look at me.” He told you as he positioned himself at your entrance.

Trust. Complete trust in Spike. He could have you off the edge of a cliff, holding your hand as you dangled on the side. Confident that he could pull you back. That is what you saw. There were hints of it, traces streaming through like channels on TV. But this was a still painting, and it wasn't going anywhere. Trust is what had you hypnotized to Spike.

A hand holding you in place, he slowly sunk you onto his member, exhaling. Your eyes soften, never leaving his face. “There you go, keep your eyes on me.” He chokes out, pushing himself further into you.

Moaning softly, the only words that fell from your lips was his name. Interlocking his hands behind your back, shoving his cock back up. The force of his hips was quick, with exact precision as it grazed your g-spot. Your pleasure simmered, turning down the heat everytime he slid back out of you. You would rather have this than to cum too fast and not enjoy it.

You savored the moment. Spike inside you, using your pussy to voice out his frustration. Although in a small space, there was so much more he wanted to give you. For now he would hold you close to him, pump himself into you until his girl was turned into a crying, fucked out mess with what he could work with.

You met his hips as Spike voiced out from underneath you. There wasn’t a lot of room for you to move, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t show your pleasure in different ways.

“T-this is what you needed?” You moaned softly, kissing Spike’s agaped mouth.

“Always.” His arm cradled the small of your back as he other hand came up to hold your face. His thumb extended under your chin, rubbing your chin delicately. It brushed against your lower lip before slipping in. Sucking and licking, you heard amused cursings come for Spike.

To think that you were under his control was his misunderstanding. Trust was shared and so was a relationship. It went both ways, receiving and giving. Some teasing of your own was in order.

“I-is that all you got?” You took his hand, placing it on your tit. He squeezed and massaged, leaning down to place a kiss on your chest. “When I tell you to take it out on me, take all of it out on me.”

Spike slowed his tempo, head lolled to the side as you began nudging him. “You don’t know what you’re asking of me.”

“Oh, b-but I do.” You pushed, wiping off the sweat on Spike’s forehead. “You wanted to show me so bad, so do it.”

The calm before the storm, only you didn’t realize it. Under his spell, you completely forgot how quickly Spike could switch up, just like earlier. How unprepared you were.

The pause in the moment was just a break to gear up. So entranced with your power trip that you didn’t notice that the tip of his cock slipped out.

All breath shot out of your lungs as Spike sheathed all of himself into you. Hand entangled in your hair, he took his other and pressed you into him, locked. No more than just a toy, he pounded his cock in your drenched pussy. You were so glad that the lid to the ship was shut. There was no way you could contain your vocal cords from the way he was hitting it.

Brutal, hard, degrading.

“W-want me to show you s-so bad- huh? This is what you g-get.” Spike repeated, hissing and groaning in your ear. The inside of your thighs were drenched. You could feel yourself leaking onto his cock every time he came back up, coating himself even more in you. The sounds were absolutely filthy. Spike had achieved it, your whimpers and pleads music to his ears.

It was all too much. Lasting long with a pounding like this was not an option. The walls of your pussy clenched around Spike, who moaned out loud. “Shit, a-already?”

Nodding, all you can babble was a broken “keep going.” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, muscles tightening as you felt the peak of your orgasm coming. It all came crashing down without warning, thighs shaking and wailing helplessly. The fire never burned out as Spike kept thrusting into you.

No words left you for thanks, you attacked Spike’s neck, biting and kissing. He responded with a deep growl, grip tightening on you. He huffed as a wave of pleasure rolled through his cock. God he wanted to hold on so badly, but the way you were felt, your beautiful response, was all he could focus on. He could never tire of you.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as Spike kept slamming into you. You felt like suffocating with each thrust, but fuck it felt so good. Imagining how difficult it was going to be to walk out of the hangar and try to look normal was not going to be an easy task. But the confidence this man had shown you will give you the power to not give a fuck.

“C-can’t get enough of you-and, and a-almost on my mind..” Spike strained, panting. “W-why do you do this to me?”

Your mouth twisted in a smile, full of bliss and satisfaction. Your lips fit to his, tongue slipping along Spike’s. Moaning, you bounced on his cock intensively. Your limbs were so sore, but you were going to do anything just to be filled up with the result of your teasing. It was a victory for both parties.

Tightening the walls of your pussy, you heard a raspy chuckle from Spike. “O-oh, baby don’t do that. I won’t l-last long at all.”

Good for you, your hearing wasn’t working. You stared him in the eyes, clenching and relaxing. He unraveled in front of you. You swear you could have heard him whimpering, face concentrated to stop himself from cumming too soon.

“P-please baby, I can’t-“

“Cum in me.” You gasped, euphoria swept throughout your pussy. Your heartbeat was felt everywhere on you, threatening to burst out of your chest. Blazing rays of heat echo in you and Spike. “Cum in me.”

You croaked out a choked howl as your orgasm washed over you, much more powerful than the last one. Spurts of hot cum shot inside you, Spike’s movements coming to a stuttering stop. Just one, two more pumps and he falls back onto his seat. His cock twitched, grateful to have every single drop spilled out. You were happy to catch it. You dropped your head on his shoulder, collecting your thoughts back to your consciousness.

His chin rests on your shoulder, fingertips rubbing up and down your spine. Placing soft kisses on your sweaty skin, he sighed happily. You could hear the exhaustion in his breathing. Whether it was from your alone time or from working on the Swordfish, you didn’t know. You were just relieved that you were still alive and in one piece in the ship after the intense actions of fiery passion.

“I uhh- I need to call that professional.”

[nonhumanresources]

"What the hell, Sula?!" Laney hissed into her phone. She was uncomfortably wedged between a set of lockers and a fume hood that created a sort of closet space due to the odd angle of the walls, practically growling at her phone. Actually, she might literally be growling. It was hard to tell. Normally, this space wouldn't be so crowded, but a lashing tail poked out from her rear, taking up her standing room.

"Listen, I told you, they said the fix was permanent! I—" Sula cuts off, and a series of tinny barks make Laney wince, holding the phone away from her ear. They're answered by a plaintive howl, and Sula speaks up again as if nothing had happened. "Look, we'll try to figure out how to help from our end, but your lab was what made you a dragon in the first place. Maybe someone's been messing with that solution you drank and didn't wash out a beaker or something?"

"Sula, this isn't gen chem! This lab has some of the tightest security and highest cleanliness requirements across the country! No one just leaves beakers sitting around!" She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Except... half my coworkers. God, this place sucks."

"Look, see if you can get out early or something. Use your Evil Minion PTO and I can be there in like half an hour, I just need to run home from the ship," Sula suggests, a calming note in her voice. She'd gotten a lot better at that tone, recently. Probably from all the time she spends around dogs...

"I used up most of my PTO the LAST time I turned into a dragon!" Laney gripes, poking her head out from the enclosed space. Across the room, her two coworkers waved, one quirking an eyebrow up at her. She gave them a weak grin and slid back in. "And I told you, I'm not an evil minion. Look, I need to go or people are gonna start asking questions."

Of course this had to happen at work. Last time she'd at least had the privacy of her own home; if she got caught with a bigass tail in the middle of the lab, she had no doubt the execs would be taking her to the lower levels for an extended stay, and that was not something she wanted to risk.

On the other end of the phone, Sula grunted. "Fine, fine, just... don't take off your labcoat. Try wrapping your tail around your thigh instead of letting it swing around. And keep your back straight, if you're slouching it'll push out the back and be more noticeable."

Laney swept back her labcoat, grappling with the tail with one hand. The blue scales glinted, reflecting the light from her phone screen. Despite the metallic look, they were soft and warm under her hand. It made her shudder. Last time she'd gone dragon all at once; this time, she was able to actually compare it to her regular body, and the sensations made her head ache from trying to adapt to the new appendage. "Why do you know so much about hiding tails?"

"Experience!"

"Ah. Right." Laney made a face as she tried to figure out how to flex her tail muscles and get it to stay in place. "I'll do my best to get out of here, but I might be out of luck."

"Got it. I'll be a street over in... let's say forty five minutes. Hopefully with a mobile solution, if the ship wants to cooperate. Can you manage that?" Sula asked.

"I'll do my best. Bye."

"See ya." Laney heard a cacophony of barks erupt a moment after Sula's farewell, and then the line went dead. She stuffed the phone back into a pocket and wrangled the tail into a more comfortable position around a leg, wishing she could just tie it off or something.

Laney was in for yet another long day.

Thinking about Laney again