#trail suitable for your abilities

[hikercarl]

How to Stay Safe While Hiking: Tips for a Secure Adventure

Discover essential hiking safety tips to ensure a secure adventure. We'll guide you through proper preparation, gear selection, and trail awareness for a worry-free outdoor experience.

Hiking lets you enjoy nature and connect with the outdoors. But, safety should always come first for a worry-free trip. This guide will give you key tips to stay safe while hiking. We’ll talk about preparing for your hike, navigating trails, and more. We’ll cover important topics like knowing your limits, packing the right gear, and staying alert. These tips will help you have a safe and fun…

[otkuhotgirl]

─── 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑 .

# with black-leg sanji.

milk started to leak from your nipples — and sanji was never one to waste food.

⎰ & KINKTOBER, day one. smut (mdni). breast worship. lactation. praise kink. pathetic sanji. handjob. no y/n used. afab!reader.

WC: 2k.

sanji had witnessed a fair share of devil-fruits in action throughout their sailing. from those who were foolish in its essence, such as that of the candle wax; to those who were horrid and lethal — sanji could well-reminisce the brightness and the sharp ache that followed-in-suit to enel’s lightning strikes. he figured not another thing could surprise him; until his crew faced a short-lived and stupid battle against the pirates from a self-proclaimed stork-stork captain.

the opponents caused no harm. their captain, all but managing to brush your shoulder before being swiftly knocked out. relieved with your untouched health — as it was shown through your exterior —, the straw-hats’ lives returned to common routine in the aftermath, not a thing amiss. that was, of course, until you started to throw up.

countless examinations and book researches pointed out the source of your illness. the devil-fruit from the stork-captain was known for the ability to impregnate others. however, the user needed to touch two people, and that hadn’t been the case — which had sanji praying and thanking gods he hardly believed in. the mere thought of you, bearing the marimo’s child, was enough to leave him seething. comical reaction aside, chopper theorized that, as you had no bundle of cells within your uterus, you’d but suffer from some pregnancy-related effects for a while — perhaps a time equal to the duration of your period. their doctor advised you to refrain from touching others with the previous common frequency, as to avoid the triggering of said devil-fruit.

that had happened four days ago, and sanji was in the deepest pit of despair. you were far from sight throughout the day, gracing them with your presence only during meal times — and even then, your chair was placed the furthest away from the rest, as to avoid accidental brushing. sanji was half-aware of the anatomical consequences of pregnancy: nausea, cramps, swelling; and being unable to support you through it all was driving him insane.

the soothing herbal tea he brewed was intercepted. he had chopper trailing behind him for hours on end. whenever you aimed to spend time outside the walls of your room, the damned marimo stood by the crow’s nest door as though a guarding dog, unallowing him to proceed. even then, with the sunny docked and most of the crew elsewhere, sanji held no expectations of sharing an alone moment with you whatsoever, as robin had been the one assigned to stay behind in order to guarantee that the pair of you would be kept separated. sanji could neither argue nor defy a woman’s request, and robin could not be swayed with monetary bribery on your part.

he sighed. the weather was not suitable for lukewarm beverages, so he could, at least, distract himself from you with thoughts on how to turn thyme tea into a pleasant summer drink. a knock on the kitchen’s door — followed-in-suit by light steps — tore him from his thoughts, however. sanji’s nostrils were filled with the characteristic scent of your perfume, and he turned to your direction so fast he was positive a bone in his back cracked.

“my love!” sanji shouted, gripping the counter to resist the urge to jump you.

“hi,” you greeted softly, sitting on the side opposite from him.

his throat dried up. he had missed the sound of your voice and sight of your face. having you close yet again after four, painful and infinite days, had him squirming as though an addict being offered his most favored drug.

“how did you manage to convince sweet robin?” he inquired, whose worried you waved away.

“i have my ways,” you smiled. sanji fell to his knees, immediately bolstering himself up with flushed cheeks, for he could not waste a second of that moment. “missed me that much?”

“oh, mon amour, you have no idea,” he started out, placing one hand above his chest in order to profess his affection. “the sun doesn’t shine as bright without you. the food loses its taste. the vastness of the ocean brings not freedom but rather a cruel, monstrous prison—”

“shit,” you interrupted through a curse, the lovesick glance once held switching to one of annoyance. sanji’s attention remolded itself, his instincts all but shouting at him to pay closer attention to your needs, rather than to complain about his non-comparable misery.

“are you hurting, my pearl? do you need me to prepare something? perhaps some tea,” he fretted, searching for soothing herbs. “are there any cravings? i can cook it for you, no matter how offsetting.”

“it’s none of the sort, don’t worry,” you sighed. “i just need to see chopper later on. it keeps leaking.”

sanji’s eyes trailed to the wet patch on your shirt; two dots staining the fabric and offering him the clear outline of your nipples. his knees buckled yet again, although he had learned enough from the previous embarrassment to contain himself. pregnancy had a countless set of effects; he could not believe he had forgotten of lactation — a process which happened to have a direct influence on the size of your breasts. sanji caught himself drooling upon the sight of it; your hands supporting the weight you were unused to.

“does it hurt?” he inquired, licking his lips.

“it is far from light on the back,” you answered, squeezing it with a sour expression. sanji grew embarrassed at the speed of his erection — his cock aching amidst the coffins of his clothes. yet another renewed influx of milk had begun, leaving a trail in its wake; tearing through the thin fabric, molded into a droplet that fell on your thighs.

“mon ange,” he whined, losing his breath mid-sentence. sanji felt the surge of tears pooling in his eyes, the sheer yearn to hold you one enough to drive him straight into a bridge of delirium. “please, it’s been so long.”

his hands clenched and unclenched. a pathetic gesture; a mute plead to be given the pleasure of groping your breasts. the glance spared was one filled with uncertainty, for you were the rock whose surface swayed with the waves of his lust. it was fair to be cautious — if sanji was a most decent man, he, too, would have waited — yet, he was anything but. the man jumped through the counter’s surface to drop on his knees in front of you, his lips ghosting over the flesh of your legs as he glanced up at you, shedding a single tear.

“please,” he pleaded. “i won’t put it in, i just want—no, i need a taste. i promise i will make you feel good, lumière de ma vie.”

your fingers threaded through blonde locks of hair; infatuation filled-eyes. “you wish to be good to me?”

“yes,” he whined, pressing feather-light kisses to the extension of your legs. “more than anything, ma belle.”

you hummed then, at last conceding to his desire. when your touch left his figure in order to remove the ruined shirt, sanji raised to his feet, placing his hands on your waist.

“wait, wait,” he stuttered, clearing his throat. “i want it to be comfortable for you. a mere kitchen chair will not suffice.”

your thumb parted his lips, resting above the lower share. “you’re so caring, love. always treats me so well, what would i do without my knight?”

he whimpered, closing his mouth around the tip of your finger, his tongue swirling with regained desire. sanji’s arms cradled your figure closer, raising you from the previous seat in order to reach a more comfortable room. you retreated your hand, wiping the tears off his cheeks with fleeting brushes of your lips. adoring whispers were a blessing bestowed upon his ears — praises regarding his strength; his beauty; his love. he could feel the warmth of his pre-cum, smearing the tip and the underwear’s fabric.

he sat you with tenderness on the crimson cushes of the leisure room, placing one of its pillows on your lap. when sanji’s fingers met the edges of your shirt, he found them trembling.

“so eager,” you cooed, petting his chin. “will you be my good boy, sanji?”

“yes,” he whined, tender hands working on the removal of your shirt. the wet patch was more prominent, with nothing but the dripping fabric of your bra separating him from the anticipated and sacred vision.

sanji struggled with the clasp, yet you neither reprimanded nor complained. instead, your words were nothing but soothing. “take your time, there’s no rush.”

he slid the straps down your arms, dragging his tongue around the internal dampness etched on your bra’s cups. the taste had him shuddering; whining and rutting his erection against your bare leg as he attempted to swallow it all, sucking on the fabric. your touch was soft on his scalp; toying with the disheveled hair.

“how does it taste?”

“like heaven, ma moitié.”

a lonesome string of saliva connected his lips from the fabric of your bra, yet it was broken once he placed it on the couch. you tapped twice on the pillow above your lap, beckoning him closer. sanji had then positioned his head on it, eyes trailed to your swollen nipples.

“open wide,” you instructed, and he behaved as though a loyal servant; you, his muse and goddess. “that’s it, such a good boy.”

he moaned, witnessing as you pinched on your left nipple, an amount of liquid gushing over. sanji angled his head in order to catch it all; his tongue lolling out. the perfection of your body had offered him a feast and he would rather not waste a single drop. the initial taste drove him mad, and you raised a knee to drive his face closer to where he wished. sanji’s mouth closed around the hardened nipple, as he cupped and teased the other breast, striving to have it leaking as well.

tears rolled down and sanji closed his eyes at the enhanced taste, moaning with sheer desperation as he delved further, his tongue swirling around the bud as his cheeks hollowed in an attempt to coat more of your milk.

“open your eyes for me, my love. i want to see you,” you voiced out, brushing his fringe aside. when he caught a glimpse of your face — worked up and eager; loving and grateful — he rutted his hips against thin air, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “my handsome prince; my diligent heart. you, too, want to be touched, don’t you?”

sanji tried to convey his agreement through a glance, the thought of departing his lips from your breast to produce an answer all too unbearable. you tsked, tugging lightly on his hair.

“a good boy uses his words, and you’re good, aren’t you, san-ji?” you dragged the syllables of his name, teasing him further.

“yes,” he swallowed the milk beforehand, his lips leaving your nipple with a pop. the sudden lack of contact had you whining — it was brief; hidden; but there nevertheless. “please, love, please touch me.”

sanji whimpered as your fingers hovered over the waistband of his pants. “how could i ever deny my baby?”

the fabric of his pants and underwear lowered ever-so-slightly — only enough to free his aching cock — and sanji cried out when he felt the teasing of your thumb on the tip. his mouth latched itself around your nipple yet again, his fingers pinching and teasing the other one as if to coax your essence. the strokes on his cock matched the rhythm of his tongue, swirling and hot, coated white. sanji dragged out his teeth — a butterfly-touch; a temptive bite — and your lips produced the sound of an angel’s choir.

you shuddered, arching your back, face contorting with pleasure as he claimed your sensitive breast. sanji’s eyes were wide, drowning in the magnificent beauty. crimson, warm, red dripped down his nostrils, a trail that merged with the white from your essence. the milk he failed to swallow escaped past his lips, dripping on the pillow; wetting his goatee. the sound of his moan came out muffled, though the vibration had you mewling.

“keep going, baby, you’re doing so well.”

he was your knight; baby; perfect. neither a failure nor a nuisance, but your good boy.

the taste was intrinsic to you, yet unique; the sweetest beverage he was given the honor to drown in. inimitable, stimulating points of his palate that diverged from those teased by your cum. the divine essence born from your pleasure had a saltier base, it would have worked well as a topping for caramelized meals, though sanji hadn’t been able to convince you to use your cum for that purpose. your milk, however; oh, how he yearned to use it. how would it affect the flavor of a smoothie, a cheesecake? which ingredients would suit best to neutralize the overbearing sweetness?

sanji groaned with need, groping your other breast, his cock twitching once the scarce milk tainted his palm, trailing down his wrist; wetting the buttoned sleeves of his shirt. his lascivious tongue followed-in-suit, his nose burrowed into your flesh.

“t’es mon obsession,” he whimpered, sucking on the tender spots around your nipple, ensuing a painting of red and purple; leaving butterfly-kisses and soft bites, tearing up as his mouth failed to swallow you whole. “je t’aime beaucoup.”

your voice failed mid-moan, and you pushed his face back into your swollen niple, eyes rolling once sanji returned to his previous ministrations. your palm squeezed him; his pre-cum a lubrification that enhanced the pleasure from the masturbation. he rutted his hips, craving your touch, and your fingers busied themselves with his face; drawing heart-patterns, wiping the fresh blood off his nose. your thumb brushed against the milk that fell from the side of his lips, red and white creating pink.

when you smeared the tip of your tongue with it, tasting and moaning around your own finger, sanji combusted. he tore his mouth from your nipple, rubbing himself against your hand while moaning louder than he had ever done. a drop of milk fell upon his trembling lips and he opened them as wide as he could, tainting your palm with his cum while your milk did the same to his tongue.

you hummed with approval, pushing his sweat-drenched fringe off his temple. “let it all out, my love. i’m here, that’s it.”

sanji choked on your milk, whimpering whatsoever as a particular squeeze dried him off his essence.

“a good boy cleans up his mess,” you cooed, wiping his tears. “will you be good for me?”

“always, my heart,” he stuttered, his tongue lapping at the damp flesh of his other palm, chasing the sweet taste of your milk.

the breast he hadn’t sucked on leaked less; sanji wondered if he could change that in the future. your thumb gathered the milk on his cheeks and goatee and guided it to his awaiting lips. sanji sucked on it with diligence, drawing pleasure from your approving expression. at last, he sat upright, wiping his cum hastily with his underwear, whining as you sucked on the rest of his load that stained your fingers.

“don’t move,” he instructed, pulling his pants up with a cough. sanji removed the pillow off your lap and properly laid your back on the couch. he wrapped his coat around your shoulders, caressing your chin before pressing his lips against yours. “i’ll pick you a clean shirt and bra. some water, too. just relax, chérie.”

when sanji left, he made sure to hide your previous clothes inside his own closet, sniffing the fabric and chasing the vanishing scent of your milk; committing it to memory. he would not be able to live without that, his palate itching to be graced with the sweet flavor again. he had no idea of the duration of that devil-fruit, but it was of no problem, as all he had to do then, to keep on draining you off your milk, was put a real baby on you.

— 🐈‍⬛ : the nasty month is officially upon us! had to start with my beautiful french blonde, the light of my life. 🫡 let’s have some fun through october!

[gumiluver]

TWO PRETTY BEST FRIENDS! ~ JUJUTSU KAISEN

synopsis: what happens when two pretty best friends get you in their grasp?

cover pic credit: k1tty_4ndy on pinterest |border credit: @/cafekitsune

lovers <3: gojo satoru x afab!reader x geto suguru

byr/byi: the content in this fic is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18, minors please do not interact (you will be blocked!)

cw: nsfw, pwp, fingering, oral (f. receiving), manhandling, threesome (mfm), dirty talk (suguru’s a slut with his words), squirting, pet names

an: hope y’all enjoy! I’m considering making this a series with different jjk!best friend pairings!…lmk if you guys would be interested in smthn like that <3

“Ohh, do that again—she likes that,” Suguru groans, enchanted by the way your pretty eyes cross in a haze of lust-filled bliss. He’s got you in between his legs, a fistful of your hair in his grasp, making you angle your head up towards him so he can gaze upon your innocent face and watch it slowly morph into the fucked out cumslut he knows his good girl is.

“Hah, ‘course she does,” Gojo snickers, reveling at how your sweet pussy drips oh so deliciously for him.

“It’s ‘cause of me isn’t it, princess? You like when your ‘toru touches you right…” he trails off, creating an even deeper ache in your already pulsing cunt. He slowly weaves his index and middle finger through your folds to find your dripping core and finishes off his remark with a thrust of his fingers,”…here.”

“Ngghhh—fuuuck!!” you cry, overtaken by the intrusion of Satoru’s fingers that were, yet again, making their way into your gummy walls. His fingers move with purpose and certainty, hooking them toward your plush womb with the sole intention of abusing that spongy spot that makes you weep for him.

You felt like you were suffocating. Geto’s firm grip on your hair and neck leaves you squirming in his hold, but he’s quick to put you back in your place, “be good for us sweetheart, I’d hate to have to punish you so soon,” he chides, secretly hoping that you’d start to lose your rationality and step out of line. The shiver that rides along your spine doesn’t go unnoticed by Suguru, and he takes pride in knowing how his words sway you towards submission.

It seems like Satoru was able to read his best friend's intentions and wanted nothing more than to aid him in your descent, noting how Suguru’s clenched jaw and bulging arm veins hold him hostage from his true desires. He could see the sheer restraint that his best friend was holding onto, and Gojo would be lying if he said he wasn’t holding himself back as well.

Because fuck—look at ya.

Your head was thrown back, sheer ecstasy written on your face as Satoru quickened his pace, effectively fingering you into an early orgasm that had you squirting all over the two. The moans and cries you let out have both men grunting like animals, humping up into the air to gain some sort of friction on their sensitive cocks. Your hips sway in tandem with Satoru’s fingers, making both men become hypnotized by the very essence of your being. Both men drooling like fucking dogs, waiting to sink their teeth into you, waiting for your beck n’ call. The glistening sheen that radiates from your body resembles an innocent-like aura, just begging to be corrupted—and corrupt they shall.

Satoru’s already conjured up his own sick and twisted plans, wanting to get you an all fours to fuck you from behind while watching his pretty best friend fuck his lover's mouth.

And of course, Suguru had his own salacious desires, aching to see you split on top of his dick as he watches his pretty best friend jerk off at the sight of him fucking you.

And you? Well, you’d be happy if either of them would hurry up and fuck you already—the endless teasing starting to weave between the lines of pleasure and pain. Satoru continues to overstimulate your poor cunt and Suguru’s grip on you makes you yearn for something harder—something rougher.

Satoru’s ability of forethought seemed to have played in your favor as well, seeing as he can’t help but gaze at your sweet cunt that’s just begging to be filled. You can see his cock strain against his boxer briefs, an occasional twitch or two catching your attention and making you drool—wanting to taste his heavy tip.

Your gaze is hyper-fixated on Satoru’s cock now, your body moving forward—like a magnet being drawn to its force. But before you could even reach him, you feel yourself get pulled back into Suguru’s chest, “Ah—ah—ah, where do you think you’re going, pretty girl? Did you forget about me?”

You look up towards Suguru again, puppy dog eyes on full display to convey your innocence, “n-no!! I’d never forget you Sugu~” you cry, reaching up to place a warm hand on his cheek. You look over to Satoru who’s watching the two of you intently and beckon him over, wanting to please both your lovers equally, “Just wanna feel you—both of you.”

And who were they to deny their precious baby? The one and only person that could make them drop to their knees and beg for just a simple taste of you. The single most important person in the world to them. And most importantly, the only person that they are willing to share and love, together.

“Mmmm—fuckin’ love hearin’ you cry for us, such a desperate little thing. Isn’t that right, Satoru?” Suguru says, a cocky smirk adorning his face as he sees your blush darken over your cheeks. He squeezes your cheeks together with one hand, loving the way your plump limps perk together for him to kiss and suck on.

“Mhm~, poor baby’s just drippin’ for us,” Satoru responds, lowering his head down towards your cunt. Before you can protest, before you can even beg for their cocks, Suguru covers your mouth and pins your body on top of his. His forearm holding you down as Satoru spreads your thighs open again but this time, to suckle at your pink bud, and the whimper that you let out is like fucking music to their ears.

“I know you want our cocks sweetheart, but we gotta prep you more. Just relax, let us make you feel good,” Suguru charms, lulling you into a state of naivety to get you to blindly trust them. With the multiple orgasms that Satoru has been pulling from you coupled with Suguru’s debauched speech, you were more than ready to take both of them at this point.

But this? This was pure greed, from both men.

Suguru, wanting to see just how much you can handle before you’re a fucked out crying mess, begging to be stuffed with their cocks. And Satoru, reveling in your taste and secretly hoping to get you to squirt on his face.

Both men had their filthy little plans of watching you come undone, and both were intrigued by what the other’s plans were to get you to come undone.

And you? Well, all you could do was take it. Take the pleasurable torment. Take what they give you and then some.

After all, who knows what these two pretty best friends have in store for you in the long run?

an: what did you guys think?? I love hearing your feedback and what you enjoyed!! Should I make this a series? <33

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[fairyhaos]

❍ ultimate boyfriend material // lee dokyeom

dokyeom x gn!reader (ft. bsf!hoshi), 3k+ words

tags: elementary teacher!dk, fluff, crack, established relationship, bi disaster hoshi bc i said so 😗✌, literally just for fun idk what this is lmao

warnings: swearing, alcohol + food mention, yn has only had bfs before, a bit rambly pls bear w me

summary: in which you bring your boyfriend seokmin to yours and soonyoung's monthly dinners, and it ends up going way better than anyone had expected.

You glance upwards to see Soonyoung looming forebodingly over you like a disapproving shadow, and you sigh.

"Soonyoung. Look. It's going to be totally fine. Seokmin is really, really sweet."

Soonyoung doesn't cease in his looming, continuing to glare darkly down at you as you take your shoes off, having just entered his house for your monthly dinner chats. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but your current track record means that I don't believe you in the slightest."

"Come on, my taste in boyfriends isn't that bad."

Soonyoung squawks, breaking his intimidating façade in an instant. "Isn't that b— your last boyfriend tried to hit on my girlfriend! Whilst both of us were right there!"

You cringe a little at the memory, before waving off his words. "This time won't be like that. I promise."

"Oh, it better not be like that,” your best friend says darkly as he leads you through his apartment. “I held back last time, but if this guy is as much of a douchebag as the other one, then I’m punching him all the way into space.”

“Seokmin won’t be that bad at all, I promise! Also, please don’t punch anyone,” you beg, trailing after him into the kitchen. “You know how much of a wimp you are.”

Soonyoung simply ignores your jab at his strength with a sniff. “Well, we’ll see how good of a boyfriend this Seokmin is, first.”

Every month since graduating and having to move away due to your respective jobs, you and your best friend, Soonyoung, set aside one Saturday evening where you meet at one another's houses, have dinner, and complain about all the ridiculous things that have gone on in your life whilst the two of you were apart. 

They were fun, easy ways to destress, and you loved catching up with your best friend. But after the first disastrous dinner all those years ago where you'd brought your then-boyfriend to meet Soonyoung, every few months, the monthly dinners became a sort of hell the revolved specifically around the idea of your boyfriends acting up terribly and Soonyoung staring at you with less and less faith in your ability to choose a suitable romantic partner for yourself. 

This time, you'll be introducing your fourth boyfriend over the course of the several years of these dinners, and it's safe to say that you're a bit nervous. 

“This Seokmin guy already has some notes in my bad books right now, though,” Soonyoung says as he brings out the snacks, pouring chips into little fancy dishes. This time, it's his turn to host, and he likes pretending these are fun, formal affairs. “He didn't even show up with you. Where is he?”

You sigh, picking up a few dishes and following Soonyoung out of the kitchen and into the living room. 

“I told you, he has a work thing,” you explain. “He's always really busy, but he'll be here, I promise. He promised me that he'll make time for this.”

Soonyoung snorts sceptically. “Well, that'll be a new one,” he says. “Your boyfriend not even showing up.”

“He will show up!” you say, and then roll your eyes. “Come on, Soonyoung. Don't judge the guy. You haven't even met him yet.”

“Oh, I'm judging alright,” Soonyoung says, shaking his head. He flops down onto the sofa. “Though I have to say, the bar is practically on the floor, right now. After seeing the kind of guys you date, I'll be blown away if he's not some kind of psychopath.”

You groan as you sit down next to him, immediately attacking the chips. “No matter what you say, my first boyfriend wasn't actually some psycho.”

“And neither was your second, huh?”

“Wh—no! Come on, Soons, all my boyfriends were actually quite sweet,” you argue. “The second guy paid for everything for me when we were dating.”

“Yeah, and then you broke up with him at our dinner and he smashed his own phone out of anger then tried to steal my silverware,” Soonyoung points out. “Why even try to steal my silverware, anyway? I own, like, five forks, and that's it.”

You look at Soonyoung, curious. “You own five forks?”

He waves a hand. “Yeah. But anyway, my point is, my expectations are very low, but that doesn't mean my standards are. If he's a bad person, even if he’s not as bad as the others, it doesn't matter. I'm kicking him out. You might have bad taste, but you still deserve better.”

With another long-suffering sigh, you rub your forehead. “Soonyoung, I promise you. Seokmin is actually a decent guy. You'll love him a lot, too, I'm sure of it.”

Soonyoung eyes you sceptically. “I'll believe it when I see it.”

“I swear to God—”

Three, neat knocks on Soonyoung’s front door interrupt you, and both of you stare at each other, eyes wide. 

“That's Seokmin,” you say, and immediately leap up from the sofa to go greet your boyfriend. 

“Hey, let me go see the guy first, I wanna see if he's actually all that gr—”

“Seokmin,” you say a little breathlessly, having already opened the door before Soonyoung can leave the living room and get to his own front door. When he gets there, though, he slows down, surprised. 

Seokmin beams at you, all shining eyes and gentle care. His hair is wind-ruffled, as if he'd run all the way from the bus stop in a hurry, and he's apologising profusely for being late but you simply wave his words aside, kissing him on the cheek placatingly and then laughing when he gives you a kiss on the nose in return. 

He's cute, Soonyoung realises, astounded. You look really cute together. 

Well. As Seokmin smiles at you and pinches your cheek adoringly, Soonyoung is at least able to quite happily cross off Not a psychopath on his list of worries over your boyfriend.

“Here, this is Soonyoung!” you say, leading Seokmin by the hand further into the house as if you own the place, pointing to where Soonyoung is standing at the end of the hall. “Soonyoung, meet Seokmin, my boyfriend.”

Seokmin smiles at him, expression turning a little nervous as he gives Soonyoung a wave. “Hi! It's nice to meet you.”

He holds something out to him, and it's then that Soonyoung notices the bag in Seokmin's hands that holds a rather expensive bottle of wine, and his eyes widen. 

“I kind of panicked and bought the most expensive one I could see,” Seokmin said, shoulders rising bashfully even as he smiles. “But I couldn't exactly come empty-handed, so, uh, here you go?”

Soonyoung shakes himself out of his daze, and gives a smile back, because it's somehow weirdly impossible not to when this guy smiles at him like that. 

“Thanks,” Soonyoung says, accepting the wine. None of your other boyfriends had ever brought round gifts before. “And don't stress about it. If it doesn't taste good, then we can always bust out the cans of beer,” he jokes, and Seokmin beams, relieved. 

You watch the entirety of the short exchange and can't help but smile, excited that maybe, this time, things will go well. 

“Well,” Soonyoung continues, and then gestures towards the living room. “Would you like to have this wine along with some snacks before we have dinner?”

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For the rest of the time that you're talking before actually having dinner, Soonyoung observes your new boyfriend like a hawk. 

Whilst he was, admittedly, briefly awestruck by how cute this Seokmin was (none of your boyfriends were ever cute: ridiculously handsome, sure, but cute was definitely new) he couldn't afford to let himself be swept away by that first impression. Your second and third boyfriends had originally been nice, after all, until they were… not. 

“So, Seokmin,” Soonyoung says in his ‘Y/N’s Boyfriends Interrogation Tone’, leaning forward. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see you cringing in embarrassment. “What do you do for a living?”

Seokmin blinks at him from over the rim of his wine glass, round-eyed innocent as he takes a sip then beams. “I teach at the nearby elementary school! Working with kids is like daily marathon training, I swear, but they're all so cute so it makes it all worthwhile.”

Soonyoung raises his eyebrows, surprised. 

Elementary school teacher was definitely not a job he'd expected from one of your boyfriends. It wasn't a profession that really made much money, and all of your exes had been… well, rolling in cash.

“They all absolutely adore him, too,” you add, leaning forward with a smile. “You should see him with the kids. They’re literally all over him the minute he walks into the room.”

Seokmin laughs, embarrassed at the obvious admiration in your tone, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m around them literally every week, so I guess it’s inevitable that they grudgingly accept me.”

“It’s not just grudging acceptance,” you say, waving a hand. “I’ve seen them! They literally love you so much.”

“You saw them for one afternoon,” Seokmin says, but he’s smiling at you, all fond. “And most of the time they were fawning over you, saying that you were so pretty and there was no way you’d date someone like me.”

That makes you laugh, evidently pleased by Seokmin’s adorable little compliment, and Soonyoung stares dumbfoundedly as the two of you continue bantering. It’s almost like he’s not there. He’s a bystander, observing from the outside whilst you smile at your boyfriend and recount that time you visited him at work (you’ve visited Seokmin’s elementary school and yet Soonyoung didn’t know he existed until a week ago?), and your eyes are practically sparkling as you look at him, and Soonyoung feels very, very astounded.

Never before has he seen you look so comfortable with someone outside the close friends you already have. It’s quite cute.

And also sucks a little, because now Soonyoung has to begrudgingly contemplate whether to move ‘Lee Seokmin’ firmly into his good books.

“Alright, okay, okay,” Soonyoung interrupts the two of you as you giggle about something that had happened with Seokmin’s students. “I see that you didn't tell me about Seokmin when you visited him at school once, but I guess I'll let it slide.”

You roll your eyes as Soonyoung takes a brief moment to pout in annoyance. “Because he and I had only just started dating, then. I didn't want you scaring him away with that terrifying face of yours.”

Soonyoung eyes you, unimpressed. “I'll have to know that this terrifying and handsome face is exactly why I keep getting hired as a choreographer again and again.”

That makes you scrunch up your face, evidently disagreeing with his statement, but you don't get to retort as Seokmin leans forward then, eyes bright and keenly fixed on Soonyoung. 

“Oh! Y/N told me you do choreos for idol groups, and teach classes,” Seokmin says. “That's so cool.”

The awe is so pure and present on his face and Soonyoung can't help but preen a little. 

“Thanks! I've worked with a few notable people, yeah, but I love teaching classes more than anything else,” Soonyoung says. “Teaching budding dancers is always so fun for me.”

Seokmin shakes his head, amazed. “I'm terrible at dancing. My kids were having a recital today—which was why I was late, and I'm so sorry about that—and I've been teaching them the dance for the past several weeks. If there's one thing I've learned from it, though, is that dancing... isn't exactly my best skill.”

He says it so dramatically, face dead-serious like it's the gravest matter in the world, and Soonyoung can't help but laugh. 

“I'm sure that's not true,” he assures, but he sees you shaking your head fervently, a smile on your face.

“No, he's actually the worst in the world” you say, and Seokmin pouts and cries out in protest. “Baby, it’s true! You and I both know it.”

“Y/N’s exaggerating,” Seokmin says, almost embarrassedly, in Soonyoung’s direction, making you laugh. You take out your phone, beginning to scroll through something. “I’m not that bad. Just a little bad.”

“I mean, anyone can get better with some training. And Y/N really does like being dramatic, so—”

You shake your head, turning your phone towards Soonyoung. There’s a video playing on your screen, taken from a darkened house party, loud music playing from the speakers. “Just look, Soonyoung. You’ll see what I mean.”

Soonyoung watches the video, which evidently turns out to showcase Seokmin’s dancing skills. The cameramanship is shoddy, and it’s obvious that it’s you recording, your barely-suppressed laughter sounding so fond as you record your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend who, genuinely, really is rather bad at dancing. In kind of a cute way. But still really, shockingly terrible.

“Well,” Soonyoung says, after a moment. “Well.”

Seokmin is still pouting. “Can I use ‘abstract dance’ as my excuse?”

Both you and Soonyoung laugh at that, and you lean over to your boyfriend to coo over him and pinch his cheeks, placating him in an adoring tone and. Even though Soonyoung should feel annoyed at the blatant affection, he can’t help but smile.

Okay, so Seokmin is cute, and a little bit funny, Soonyoung observes. His regard of this guy has gone up, just a little bit.

“You two are really adorable together,” Soonyoung admits, before clasping his hands all business-like, preparing to go back into interrogation mode. 

You beam at his comment, and look over at Seokmin proudly, who also seems a little relieved. But Soonyoung isn't quite finished. He wants just a little more information before he fully decides what his opinion of Seokmin should be.

He leans forward. “So, how long have you been dating?”

“Only about three months,” Seokmin says. Soonyoung is about to frown and comment on the short time, before Seokmin grins, all sunshine-like and takes your hand. “But we’ve known each other for a lot longer than that.”

“Seokmin used to be my neighbour, back when we were in middle school,” you say, and Soonyoung’s eyes widen comically fast. “He’s… well, he was the ‘cute neighbour boy’ that I was always telling you about.”

Soonyoung jaw drops open in an instant, feeling like he’s had the wind punched out of him at the abrupt revelation. 

‘Cute neighbour boy’ was the son of the family that had lived next door to you back when you and Soonyoung were younger, and you would arrive at school every day to tell him about the latest adorable conversation you’d had with the boy next door from over the backyard fence. Soonyoung had teased you endlessly for it, but you’d insisted it wasn’t a crush and that he was just some friendly boy who always made your evenings a little sunnier with his nonsensical, cute tales.

Soonyoung hadn’t really believed it, but ‘cute neighbour boy’ moved out of town before he could ever remind you that he wanted to meet him, and your conversations moved away from the topic after that. 

“You’re cute neighbour boy?” Soonyoung asks raspily, his voice having stopped working due to his surprise at this turn of events. “You’re—and you met him again?” he says, turning to you in amazement.

Seokmin laughs, rubbing his nose bashfully. “I was walking home after work when we met again, and I just knew Y/N on sight. I was… I kind of fell in love, all those years ago, so I was so glad that we were able to meet again.”

“Then we started talking again, became friends, started dating… and now here we are,” you say, and look over at Seokmin once more, stars in your eyes. “I’m glad I found you again.”

Seokmin visibly melts. “I’m glad I found you again, too.”

You smile, eyes crinkling, and Seokmin’s eyes crinkle in sync, fondly reaching over to pinch your cheek before his thumb smooths over your cheekbone, affectionately soft.

“Fuck,” Soonyoung swears softly to himself as he watches the way Seokmin handles you so gently, like you’re something so precious to him.

A cute, funny guy who works with kids and looks at you like you hung all the stars in the sky? 

Looks like Lee Seokmin has definitely made his way into Soonyoung’s super-duper good books.

“Right,” he announces suddenly, causing the two of you to jump. “Dinner will be ready in about five minutes. I hope you guys like roast chicken.”

Seokmin beams at him. “That sounds great! Do you mind if I use your bathroom first, though? And I’ll need to wash my hands. Dealing with kids is not the cleanest job in the world.”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” Soonyoung gestures to the bathroom. “Door on the left.”

Seokmin excuses himself, bowing to Soonyoung and sending another smile your way before heading out of the room. Soonyoung watches the way you watch him go, looking at him like he’s the reason the world still spins every single day.

God, you’re so in love. But, Soonyoung has to admit, he kind of sees why.

You finally turn to look at your best friend once Seokmin has left the room, eyes sparkling.

“So,” you say, the anticipation. “What do you think?”

Soonyoung can’t hold his polite and put-together facade any longer.

“Holy shit,” he bursts out, and you laugh, delighted. “Y/N, where did you find him?”

You grin, the relief and love clear in your face as you shrug teasingly. “Just out and about. Why? You jealous?”

“Very,” Soonyoung groans. “Wow. I never thought someone like that even existed, let alone that it’d be my best friend who ends up bagging them.”

“What can I say? I have excellent taste,” you say. 

Soonyoung shakes his head, amazed. He can’t even argue with you anymore. Seokmin is the epitome of boyfriend material. He’s just the most incredible guy in the world.

And that makes him utterly perfect for you.

He furrows his brows, thinking deeply, before suddenly lurching forward and holding you by the shoulders. Soonyoung looks you dead in the eye, serious.

"Y/N. Can I date your boyfriend too?"

That makes you splutter out a laugh, shoving him off. "What the— no! Get your own boyfriend!"

Soonyoung whines, but he's smiling, and you can't help but smile too, because all of this is Soonyoung being his lighthearted, teasing self, which is just proof that he approves, that he thinks Seokmin is good enough for you, and it makes your heart feel light. 

He edges closer to you again, nudging you in the side. "Okay, but seriously, if I asked him... do you think he'd let me—?"

You smack his face away, laughing. "Hey. Back off. Seokmin’s mine."

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[howlingmod]

your writing is gorgeously thought out, making me awe struck even at the singular paragraph. its something that genuinely makes me reread every single word in the book despite already knowing how the end will be played out <<)).

could i acquire a builderman x reader (that has a stun ability, or lead the killers attention to the other teammates to them) one where throughout the match the reader tries to protect builderman at all cost, whether or not when building a sentry/dispenser, and he thinks of if as a sign of affection. when in reality it isnt; the reader protected him because he was a survivor that could give the killer a debuff. though reader finds it sweet that he found it as a gesture of affecrion <<))3

ah! or perhaps, a similar one, a chance x reader one? includes some 'damn, do they ever gaf💔' moments whereas the reader shrugs the action of chance trying to impress / save them at any cost, because they, too, are a stunner. but then theres this moment that the reader genuinely needs his help —stun on cooldown, low health, whatever— and for once, appreciates it..heart emoji

ALL /NF,, TAKE YOUR TIME AND NAPS THUG,,

-glaggle anon

summary - builderman x reader, more pining than anything

misc - might be written a little strangely, first time doing hcs on my fone ..... :smile: , reader is some kind of swordfighter

-You weren't particularly close with any of the survivors. after excursions, you'd sneak off to your own little corner of the world without so much as a peep until the next venture had to be made. This wasn't to say you went unseen, though. During trips out, you'd stick to a select few a majority of the time, hovering over them while they finished a generator and peeking around corners for the killer.

-Builderman was frequently one of your targets. At first, he thought it was just chance you seemingly paired up with him, randomly selecting him as your choice of company. That was until you kept pairing up with him, routinely finding his side over and over again.

-He'd grown accustomed to you sticking by him, instinctively walking off and expecting you to follow as soon as you got somewhere. He'd make small talk with you, often going unreturned, listing off the things he planned on making, where they'd go, why- you weren't spared his vision. Instead of keeping an eye on you as you hovered around him, he fully trusted you to alert him of the killer, keeping his head down and focusing on rewiring a generator.

-I mean, he'd seen you in action. Maybe you hadn't cut down the killer before, but you definitely pushed them off your guys' trail a few times, holding your own when it came to a swordfight. Where he'd start running off and trying to lose the killer, you faced them more head on, unafraid to clash with them. It was something he'd grown to admire, your ability to face your fears and challenge the killers.

-Instinctively, he'd start to come find you after excursions, checking in on you and making sure you didn't have some secret, mortal wounds you were shaking off the entire outing. He wouldn't be surprised, you didn't exactly stick around long enough for people to assess your condition. So, he'd taken it upon himself to worry about it, keeping an eye out for you the way you did him. If you were looking around a corner, he'd check behind the two of you. If you were going to move, he'd try and shield you from view, claiming it was harder to see him in his attire. It was the little things he started picking up that built over time, feeding his fondness for you.

-It came to a head not long after. You'd both been blindsighted, caught off guard by the killer. A blade came down and Builderman only narrowly avoided it by you yanking him out of the way. While he stumbled back and watched in awe, you took your own weapon up to knock them back, whipping around on your heel and running away dragging Builder with you.

-Eventually, you found what you deemed a suitable hiding spot, slumping against the wall in front of a generator for Builder to work on. He'd gone to check it out before he stopped, looking at you for a few moments longer. You were still holding onto your sword, at the ready for another attack, but your hand hovered around your other arm, halfheartedly pressing down on a wound, barely glistening in the lowlight. You'd made a noise of surprise when he stepped towards you instead, moving your hand aside to try and get a better look.

"Here, why dont you take it easy?" Builderman hummed, smiling at you, "It seems like most of the generators are up. we can wait out here for a signal from the others."

-He pushed beside you, grabbing materials out of his bag for a health dispenser. You could only stare at him. You hadn't expected this from him. It was his voice that'd given away this was more than just a gesture of platonic appreciation, tone too sweet, too genuine in its delivery. Neither of you said anything else, sitting in a quiet rare moment of peace you (hesitantly) allowed yourself to soak in.

-From then on he stuck to your side like glue after outings, finding whatever odd corner you holed yourself up in and sitting beside you quietly. You allowed him to stay, if only because he was quiet and, admittedly, his company felt grounding. He would sit and work on blueprints as you sat and sharpened your blade, paying the other no mind and simply existing together. It felt right.

[hannahbarberra162]

Civic Duty (Breeding Hours with Sabo)

TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NON CON, BREEDING KINK, MDNI

Um. Well. As the title says. Sabo is OOC but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Royalty AU, Sabo x Reader, WC ~3k, I didn't edit this I needed to exorcise it from my body.

The soft sound chimes reverberated throughout the cold castle walls. Before, you would have found the sound soothing and pleasant, if you noticed it at all. Now, the first note of the tune had you on your feet, the book you were reading already forgotten and dropped on the floor. Before the song ended you were already gone from the library, scurrying to find the closest hiding place you could.The castle was enormous, filled with dozens of unused rooms and hallways you tried to hide in. Ultimately it didn’t matter because no matter where you hid, the Prince always found you. There was no escaping the fate he had planned but some part of you couldn’t submit without at least trying to defy his will. 

You ran as fast as your bare feet would take you, the skirt of your dress flying behind you. If you had a choice you’d be wearing pants but the Prince gave you what he wanted you to wear. He always chose fluttery dresses, the kind that trailed behind you as you ran. You suspected he got a sick thrill out of the chase which is why he hadn’t locked you in a cell. There were guards and advisors in the castle but they paid you no mind. The guards wouldn’t hinder you but they prevented you from leaving the grounds. 

Your heart was pounding as you found an old weapons room, completely empty save for a wooden chest. You climbed inside after heaving open the heavy lid, trying to close it as softly as you could. Trying to stifle the noise of your heavy breathing, you put your hand over your mouth. The darkness seemed to fall in on you, trapping you in the small space. Even so, you’d take being stuck in a chest over the Prince. Sweat pooled under your breasts as you waited, closing your eyes to focus on what you could hear. All too soon you heard the clacking of shoes on the tile floors as Prince Sabo walked at a leisurely pace towards you.

“Now where would a little rabbit hide?” Prince Sabo mused aloud, his voice becoming louder now that he’d entered the room. You knew he was talking about you but you tried to be as silent as possible in the hopes that he’d move on. His shoes clacked ever closer and your heart beat ever faster.

“She wouldn’t be so foolish as to ensnare herself in a trap, would she? Or perhaps she wanted to make herself a gift to her Prince?” His footsteps neared the chest, circling around it slowly. Your heart sank as you knew he’d found your hiding space. Hunching your shoulders, you curled into a ball for the inevitable. The lid of the chest opened all at once, Prince Sabo lifting the lid with ease. You cowered before him as he flipped it all the way open before considering you with mock sympathy. The Prince’s hair glowed golden against the light coming in from the opposite end of the room. Prince Sabo was known for his intelligence, his fighting ability and his good looks. But you knew him only as your tormentor.

“Poor little rabbit. But you know as well as I what we need to do. Come along,” the Prince said, picking you up under the arms like a child. Throwing you over his shoulder, the Prince carried you off to the Breeding Room like you weighed nothing. You squirmed and thrashed but the arm around your waist was like a band of iron. 

“It’s challenging for us both, you know. You’re tired after this morning, I can see it in your eyes. Afterwards you can rest in my bed with me,” Prince Sabo with a wave of his hand, like he was granting you a boon. You redoubled your efforts to get away - “resting” after was rarely refreshing for you.

You’d been taken by the Prince earlier in the year from your humble village. The Prince had gone from village to village with his Elite Palace Guard. All the women in the villages were lined up and the Prince looked through the assembled women for a suitable choice. Most dressed up for the event, putting makeup and their best dresses on. After all, the chosen woman would be the future mother of the heir, if not the Queen proper. They said that the Prince was just and kind, a powerful ruler who would only grow in influence in the greater East Blue continent. He’d become the ruler after a massive fire had claimed the lives of the King and Queen, leaving only Prince Sabo behind. He still bore the facial scar that showed his valiant effort to save his family. There were whispers that he set the fire himself using his immense magical powers but no one knew the truth.

You did not want to be selected, you liked your life in the peaceful countryside. So you hid in the farming fields when the Prince and his retinue rolled around, thinking he’d be none the wiser. But someone had ratted you out and he chased you down on his steed as you fled on foot through the fields. Knowing the lay of the land hadn’t helped you as he scooped you up and planted you in front of him on the saddle, holding your hair in one hand and the horse’s reins in the other. You felt his large erection rubbing against your backside as you rode but still prayed that he’d find you unfavorable.

He hadn’t.

Since then you’d lived in the castle, bred by the Prince at whatever intervals were deemed most fortuitous for conception. A chime would ring in the castle to signify that you needed to be bred by the Prince post haste, the Prince relieved from his duties until the act was complete. The times for breeding weren’t regular and didn’t come at the same time every day. Sometimes you’d be bred on the hour for an entire afternoon and others you’d have five hours to yourself to read in the library. It was maddening not to know when you’d be chased down by the Prince and bred.

Sometimes the Prince took you where he found you, no matter who was around. If he was in a meeting or granting an audience, he’d bashfully request time with his beloved, saying that it was for the future of the nation. The nobles would always say how he was so responsible to think of the nation, that they understood, that they would be back later - all as Prince Sabo gripped your arm in his bone crushing grasp. You quickly learned not to act out at that point - losing face in front of others was a sure way to be denied clothing the following day.

Once alone, he’d bend you over the nearest surface, flipping your skirt over your back and admire your exposed flesh. You weren’t allowed underwear, he said they hindered his ability to love you. You weren’t allowed to come unless on his cock or fingers but he continuously teased you, leaving you wet and wanting until it was breeding time. Even though your heart and mind revolted, the sound of the chimes had your cunt leaking before he’d even touched you. 

Most often he took you by force to the Breeding Room. No matter where you hid in the castle, you never willingly went into the same wing as the Breeding Room. As far as you were concerned it was a torture chamber. It was a room near his own, filled with various apparatuses to restrain or play with you. When you’d first come to the castle, you hadn’t known what any of them were or their purposes. He had made you pick the stand you’d be positioned on time after time until you finally understood what they did. Now he placed you how he wanted you and bred you like a bitch in heat.

And the worst part of it all was the inevitable climb and submission to pleasure he forced on you every time. Prince Sabo never hurt you or did anything more extreme than spanking. Even then, it wasn’t extended and you were fine by the next day. No, Prince Sabo liked to bring you close to climax only to let it slip through your fingers. He’d talk you through it like he was sympathetic to your plight, that everyone had to follow the rules - as if he wasn’t the one who made them. 

Hip checking the door open, Prince Sabo cooed at you like a lover would.

“Hmm, you seem to be agitated, more so than this morning. I think we’d have the best results with something relaxing for you, yes? Maybe on the couch?” He framed it as a question but it was an order. You’d never been able to sway him from his choice once he’d declared it. 

The couch was one of your most hated pieces in the room. You’d be restrained against the soft, cushy surface of the couch, your wrists and ankles bound to the sides of the plush furniture. Prince Sabo would put a wedge under your hips to keep them elevated so his come remained inside you after he was finally done. It was one of the physically comfiest pieces in the room, much better than the stocks or the cage. But with so much of you available to the Prince, it made him behave more like a lover than a stud. The Prince would trail his fingers over your now soft skin, whispered into your ear as he fucked you, giving you love bites and marks all over your body.

“N-no, please, not the couch. I’ll um, take the horse, please, not the couch!” you begged, continuing to struggle against Prince Sabo’s hold. He tutted at you while continuing on to the couch.

“You know as well as I that we must do this for the sake of the Kingdom. Be a good little Rabbit for just a little longer,” the Prince cooed at you as he deposited you on the couch. You were naked in seconds as he stripped you with precision, leaving you shivering in the cold air of the Breeding Room. Your nipples tightened with the expectation of his mouth and teeth on them while your cunt was eagerly awaiting his attention. The Prince was quite fond of sucking on your nipples, he said in preparation for when they would fill to feed his heir. The Prince, of course, did not disrobe.

You let your arms fall to the sides as you laid on your stomach on the sofa. The Prince clasped the restraints around your wrists, kissing each one before he did so.

“We must hurry, the optimal time to breed you is upon us,” the Prince said with sincerity. You didn’t think that was true since he spent so much time making you come repeatedly but you didn’t want the gag in your mouth again. Standing up to look you over, he ran a gloved hand over your back. You pulled slightly against the wrist restraints but as always, he’d locked them tight. He brought out the cushioned wedge and placed it in position under your hips, with the slimmest part of the wedge under your stomach. It effectively raised your ass in the air and kept it there for him to use as he saw fit.

“Hm, let’s determine where you are,” the Prince said, getting to his knees behind you. You squirmed as his gloved hands pulled the globes of your ass apart to inspect your cunt. You already knew what he would find, you felt your slick dripping from you already. Trailing his finger down your slit, Prince Sabo collected some of your own juices as well as his cum from the morning’s session. 

“You are wet but I don’t believe you’re ready to receive me,” Prince Sabo determined, continuing to run his fingers through your folds. “I will grace you with my mouth this session,” he said from behind. You’d heard that phrase enough times to know he was smiling, the mask of amiability slipping away. You whined as Prince Sabo restrained your ankles to the sides of the couch. You tried to close your legs but felt his strong hands on your inner thighs, wrenching them further apart. Prince Sabo tsked at you and you immediately opened your legs as wide as they would go. 

“We don’t need the spreader bar, do we, Rabbit? I think we’ve come farther than that,” Sabo said, kneading the tender flesh at the tops of your inner thighs. Leaning in closer, he licked a long stripe with the flat of his tongue up your entire slit, ending at your weeping hole.

“Delicious as always,” he sighed into your cunt. The Prince loved licking, biting, and eating you until you were a sobbing mess, begging him to breed you. He relished in your forced submission, bringing you to orgasm until he was satisfied. 

With a soft hum, the Prince set himself behind you and began his task. He was as cruel as ever, lapping at you sloppily, teasing your clit as he desired. He spent most of his time dancing around your clit but never quite reaching it. He didn’t tongue fuck your hole as he sometimes did since he’d already come in you that day, but he did push his thick middle finger into you, the loud squelching noise betraying your arousal. You couldn’t stop a soft moan from escaping your lips as the Prince was between yours.

“Ah, little Rabbit, you make such lovely sounds. I know you’re eager, shhh, I know, but just a little more. We need you prepared to fulfill your civic duty,” Sabo said solemnly, his thumb tracing your ready hole. With that, he resumed eating you like he hadn’t in months, this time his tongue rolling against your clit with precision. You tried to muffle your cries but the Prince had always been able to draw lewd noises out of you. You knew you were going to come on his cock, it was inevitable. That was the worst part of it all - no matter where you hid, no matter what you told yourself or how hard you steeled your will against him, you’d be coming around the cock of the Prince as your cunt sucked him in. He sucked your clit gently into his mouth as he added a second finger to join the first. Curling his fingers, he found the spot you wished didn’t exist, the spot that made everything feel so much more.

“N-no - n-not there, Pr-ince,” you cried, your voice breaking as he rubbed the spot while kissing your clit.

“Mmh, who are you to defy the will of the Prince?” Sabo said lightly while pushing harder on the spot. Resuming his leisurely meal, your toes curled as the precipice grew closer, the coil within you tightening ever further…until he stopped. You wanted to scream and thrash against him, you couldn’t take much more today. 

“Shhh, shhh,” the Prince said, rubbing your lower back with his hand. “I know, I know. We’ll get you there. You know I don’t like doing this either, but your orgasm exponentially increases your fertility. We have to do things in a certain way, hm? I’ll attend to you, little Rabbit, don’t fear. It’s time,” he said, false sympathy coating his tone. You heard him unfastening his pants and felt the tip of his fat cock prodding your wet hole.

“Aaah just so,” Sabo grunted as he sheathed himself in one brutal thrust. You mewled and the Prince stilled, as he always did, and allowed you time to adjust. A few moments later he began moving, thrusting into your backside and pushing down on your lower back. The effect made his cock hit all the spots that made your vision fade to white. You felt his heavy balls slapping your clit as he pistoned into you at a steady rhythm. 

“Good aah little Rabbit…taking your Prince’s cock so well nngh…such a scared little Rabbit, but it must be done hah. You need to be bred, your body craves being filled to overflowing with my seed. I’ll keep you stuffed full of my cock until you’re carrying my heir. And even then, I’m going to keep breeding you…you’ll be my little Rabbit forever….nngh…filled with my cock and cum….aaah,” the Prince said as he continued to work you closer to orgasm. His fingers snaked down to your clit and began rubbing it in tight circles. You began crying at his words as well as his movements, moans and mewls slipping out of you in equal measure. You couldn’t focus on his words as he played with your body and brought you close to release. The coil in your stomach was wrapping tighter and tighter and you knew the outcome before it happened.

“Are you ready, Rabbit? Ready to hah hah be pumped full again? If you want my seed, then come on my cock,” the Prince groaned, rubbing your clit even harder and faster than before. The tension in you snapped as you came with a cry around him, your cunt fluttering around him as your vision narrowed into black.  Your release triggered the Prince’s as well but he continued fucking you through your orgasm as he reached his own. You felt his hot come shooting inside you as his cock twitched with his release. He kept himself inside for a few more moments in order to ensure all his cum was kept within you. 

After removing himself, Prince Sabo used his fingers to fuck anything that had spilled from you back into your hole. You whined, the sensation bordering on pain. Prince Sabo placed a kiss on the middle of your back.

“For the sake of your kingdom you must endure, Little Rabbit.”

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

Stretched Pt 3//Rolan x Cleric PWP

Read Parts 1 and 2 here, or on AO3! <3

Tags: Anal fingering, masturbation, mildly dubious consent, BG3 medical kink, chastity cages.

... aka Rolan being a mortified mess full of kink-related shame who can't even get a chastity cage on because he's too hard about it. Fortunately, our cleric can help! 1565 words.

‘A… chastity cage?’ Her client almost chokes, his tail twisting tight. ‘I came to you so I could stop wearing…devices… beneath my clothes. I am not a—’ Rolan fights for a suitable word—  ‘Freak.’

She’d like to ask him what a man who can’t control his urge to fill his asshole is then. A pervert? A whore? Her self-control is wearing increasingly thin, tempted anew at each meeting by his repression and desperation— and the elegant steel cage in her hand is not helping. But she remains impassive, letting Rolan vent his shame without comment.

He tries to argue further. 

‘It won’t work anyway. A simple Knock spell— ’

‘You would wake up half a Tower just to pleasure yourself?’ 

Rolan bites his tongue, and she smiles, pressing her point. ‘It wouldn’t matter anyway. I commissioned it especially for you yesterday. Since the Hero of the Gate brought back the secrets to making sussur weapons, the smiths around here have been innovating.’

‘What do you mean?’ Rolan asks, curious in spite of himself.

‘The lock itself is impregnated with sussur. It should be impervious to spells, without having any effect on your own casting ability. Now. Shall I put it on you?’

Rolan’s thighs clench. The breath he snatches is audible. Tantalising. 

‘I— how much was it? Do you expect me to— ’

‘Do you want this treatment to be effective? If you cannot stop yourself from masturbating then—’

His mouth twists; and then abruptly, he nods and begins to strip, refusing to look at her until he is undressed— and even then, his glance is quickly jerked away.

‘Go on then,’ he mutters. 

She reaches to move aside the length of his robe that still covers his cock; but Rolan, flushed, snatches it aside first. He is already stiffening.

‘Lie back,’ she tells him, and his eyes go wide; a glimpse of sweetness beneath the surface. 

He swallows, as if considering, for barely a moment— and then he obeys, slowly lowering himself down and opening his legs a little. She nudges one gently off the side of the bench, slipping into the gap.

Rolan whimpers as she takes his balls in her hand. His cock is almost fully swollen already, twitching as she brings the ring of the cage up to his balls.

‘Clench your muscles, and breathe. I know this process can be arousing—’

A noise of protest— or perhaps pure shame— escapes him.

‘I am trying,’ he gasps. 

She leans over him to take a bottle of oil from the counter, and he gasps again, screwing his eyes shut. And she’s not even touching him. The mere suggestion of her above him is enough.

‘Breathe,’ she murmurs, the oil pooling in her palm; and then she reaches to slick his balls with it. His tail lashes, catching her calf.

‘My apologies!’ he chokes out. 

‘Don’t worry about it,’ she says, and is immediately lashed again, more ferociously, as she takes one of his balls in her firm grasp and pulls it through the ring.

‘Fuck!’ he whimpers. ‘Zurgan—’

The second is through. She surveys his throbbing cock, and the needy trail of pre-come dribbling down its length. Rolan opens his eyes long enough to see her looking, and winces in shame.

‘We can’t put the cage on until you are soft,’ she says, taking the shaft in her hand.

‘I— oh, Gods! You’re not— going to— nfffff!’

He whines as she lets go.

‘Either I do it, or you’ll have to. If the act of being caged is arousing for you—’

Rolan’s lips arch in exquisite, mortified pain. She takes his flush as acknowledgement, and at last, a sharp, stilted nod as agreement.

‘I will do it,’ he gasps. ‘But…’

‘You struggle to come without something inside you?’

He looks revolted by himself, but he nods again. Sympathy twinges inside her, but so does a slash of pleasure. Rolan’s shame is beautiful, coloured in crimson flush and outlined in twisting, grimacing features; lips and brow and nose so elegant that the humiliation written on them only shines more brightly in contrast. For now, she lets neither feeling win out; merely reaches back briskly for yet another bottle.

‘I can’t let you put anything too large inside,’ she murmurs. ‘But I can help.’

‘Help— how? Ahh!’

She smears the first of the paste on his cock, rolling its sheath down so the head is fully exposed. The thrill of possession is hard to suppress. Her ownership of his cock is only temporary, but it will be hers; all its lovely length and girth crushed down beneath her lock and key.

‘Gods—’ Rolan whispers. ‘Is that— Chaunsel?’

‘Yes.’ 

She leaves him, legs wide open, to scrub it from her fingers before any more of its sensitising power blooms on her skin. Her fingers already feel alive to the chill water, and the rough sponge she scrapes them with; Rolan’s cock must be weeping.

‘I thought healers-- discouraged its use—’ he gasps, clinging on to coherence by a mere thread. ‘Oh Gods—’

His hand hesitates still, even as he’s biting his lip bloody with desperation. She raises an eyebrow, almost impressed by this last vestige of reserve.

‘It causes numbing for a few days, and regular use worsens the problem. But occasional use has its purposes.’ 

Rolan nods, trying to stifle a squirm. 

She takes up position again between his legs. ‘Now.’ Slicking two fingers, she presses them deep inside him. ‘Come for me.’

‘Ah!’ 

Rolan’s eyes fly open in surprise. His ass tightens around her fingers; for a second, she feels tension shoot through him and thinks he’s going to say he can’t do this; but then he slackens, submitting. Eyes locked on her, he closes his hand around his cock and begins to work it— tentatively at first, but soon urgently, his hips arching into her touch as her fingers find his pleasure and exert their practised pressure, strokes that make his stomach flutter and his fist grasp even tighter.

Sharess above— he is a vision, desperately trying to contain each wanton gasp, to stop his hips from bucking and his body from begging for more. Her cunt is soaking through her clerical robes, oceans of want that make her feel more divinely connected to her goddess than ever. She says nothing; only leans a little closer, inspects Rolan’s wild pupils for the glaze of near-orgasm and finds him so close to the edge.

‘I cannot—’ he sobs, punishing his cock with one rough stroke after another. ‘I can’t— I can’t— I— ahhhhhhhhhh!’ 

His come splatters the neat silver embroidery on his robes, ropes of pearl that are just as pretty to her eyes.

‘Good,’ she murmurs softly, stroking his taint. ‘Good.’

As she expected; it is less about his ass— though he does respond to it so well— and more about another’s touch. What she could do to him with both— a huge cock strapped to her hips, and her encouraging grip around his waist— 

Rolan groans, his eyes fluttering open. They don’t focus for several seconds, and he doesn’t speak for another minute more, waiting as she goes to pour another basin of water from the pitcher and wash her hands again.

He sits up abruptly as she comes back, catching enough breath to Prestidigitate his robes clean (though, she notes, a faint white stain still remains). Taking his softening cock in her hand, she wipes it clean— and draws it through the ring briskly, ignoring the whimpers still slipping from his lips. The Chaunsel will last some time yet, and he must feel the metal’s constriction acutely.

‘Now the cage,’ she tells him, and slips him into its grasp. His cock fits it perfectly; room to get ever so slightly inflamed but no more. She chose well. 

Rolan is utterly still, watching with open lips and held breath as she hooks the lock into place and closes it.

Click. She tucks the key in her pocket, and he lets the breath go.

‘Hells,’ he says quietly. 

His hips shift slightly, trying out its weight.

‘I also have some straps to wear around your waist; if it proves a little too heavy, those will help to hold its weight. It’s important that you’re comfortable.’

‘How can I be— ’ he counters, sarcastic, but he swallows the rest of his sentence and shifts again, looking at her uncertainly. ‘I will take them. Thank you.’

‘Do you think you’ll be able to resist using toys now?’

Rolan’s hand wanders briefly to his caged cock. He pulls it away, as if scalded, flushing to the temples. 

‘I… do not know,’ he confesses. ‘I wish I could promise you…. I don’t know what possesses me. Even now— this cage—’

‘Does it arouse you too?’

He groans faintly.

‘Give it some time,’ she tells him. ‘Some men find chastity allows them to think less about their cocks. Their desires.’

‘And others?’ 

‘I have heard that for some… but it doesn’t matter. I trust you, Rolan. You have promised me not to touch yourself again, or to fill yourself again, and I know you understand why it’s important. If you want to break yourself of this habit, and return your body to its former state—’

‘I do,’ Rolan gasps. ‘But— please. Wretched Gods. Is there nothing else you can do to stop me?’

‘Well, there is one more possibility.’

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*knock knock* ✊🏼 at the doors of your askbox.. could you be so kind as to share a funny moment from eurotrip 👀 i swear i think about this wip like once a week at least 🤗 tyvm xx

here you go! something i wrote ages ago when i was in a spiral about impressionism and henry and alex in paris 💜 (i haven't posted a snippet in ages so please consider this my wip wednesday/seven sentence sunday for time and all eternity...until i finish stats):

It’s late-morning by the time they reach the banks of the Seine, and Henry has to admit that he’s surprised when Alex shoves another pastry into his hand, tells him to eat up and then hauls him towards the Musée D’Orsay. It’s not that he doubts Alex’s ability to appreciate impressionism, it’s more that Alex’s general zest for life and relatively short attention span don’t seem well matched with over three thousand things to look at. Henry would know. Last time they went to a museum, Alex threw up in a gutter before making disparaging comments about Botteccelli’s seminal work. 

“Okay, so, I’ll be honest,” Alex says, as soon as they make it past the admissions stand. “I know Van Gogh is cool and all, but I really wanted to see a museum in a train station.”

Henry smiles to himself, shoving his wallet back into his pocket after a particularly heated argument about who would buy tickets. The cashier looked suitably confused, and Henry – beaten down by his desperate desire not to make a scene – had relinquished financial control. It’s not escaped his attention that Alex seems to be making a point of paying for everything today, and Henry is already planning on how to get him back. Then again, he can’t escape the feeling that a lot of the pointless arguing would simply go away if he paid for a little less, and Alex stopped worrying so much about balancing the scales. 

“It doesn’t disappoint,” Henry points out, looking up to appreciate the domed ceiling, bright light filtering through the glass panels. The space is so pleasantly lit, it almost feels as if they are outside in the warm, summer breeze. “While we’re here, should we give the impressionists our time?”

Alex snaps a couple of pictures then gestures for Henry to lead the way, trailing after him with childlike wonderment as he keeps taking in his surroundings, almost tripping on one of the stairs.

Because it’s Alex, everything has to be a competition, and it’s not long until they’re bickering over which art is the most interesting. Henry is quite frankly offended that the beautiful midnight colour and brushstrokes of Van Gogh’s Starry Night Over the Rhône go unappreciated in favour of Renoir’s Bal du moulin de la Galette, because it ‘has more people in it’. Similarly, Cézanne’s The Card Players and Apples and Oranges get passed over in favour of Manet’s The Luncheon on the Grass and Courbet’s The Artist’s Studio.

“You know,” Henry mutters, bumping Alex’s shoulder as they turn to another Courbet, this one the controversial L'Origine du monde, a close up of a woman’s vulva, her legs spread. “You can’t just like all the ones with naked women in them.”

Alex snorts. “Henry, just because you can’t appreciate the female form—”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Well, you did once tell me you were gay.”

“And you promptly vomited in a gutter.”

Alex pokes his foot with one of his crutches. It seems that he’s learned that they can be used as a weapon.

“It doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate art,” Henry continues in a slightly argumentative tone he knows Alex will thrive on. “Renoir’s Girls at the Piano is one of my favourites and there are no men in it.” 

“There are no men in a bowl of apples and oranges either,” Alex says drily, “and you thought that one was good.”

“It is good,” Henry insists. “The point is not the subject, it is the colour and composition.”

“Then why didn’t Cézanne pick a more interesting subject?” Alex bites back. “I’m just saying, it was a boring choice. Oh look, another Birth of Venus…”

Thankfully, Alex doesn’t have further commentary on the voluptuous form of the goddess, but he does seem enthralled that both Bouguereau and Cabanel wanted to paint the scene, Venus rising out of the water, surrounded by sea nymphs. He claims to like the Bouguereau one more, purely because no baby comes out of the womb standing, which Henry now understands is not Alex completely missing the point but simply trying to get a rise out of him.

Unfortunately, it always seems to work. Henry wonders whether he needs to do some self reflection.

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So I wanted to try out some creative writing with this new auuuuuu~ gave it a cool name, "Into Ashes", not too bad right? To start of I thought to write a few paragraphs about how the main three angels- Mike, Gabe, and Raph, are told that they are to travel to a different universe and see what's there. Maybe I'll have one or two others go with them, I dunno yet. Something simple like that as a little test, you could say.. I don't know what I'm doing honestly but hey! It's fun

Anyway, writing and art:

"Listen, my son. I have an important task for you and your brothers.

There exists a world which has been abandoned by its Lord.

Go to this world, Michael. See what can be salvaged"

The final words his father spoke to him echoed through Michael's mind as he descended through the highest Heavens down to where his brothers awaited him. The skies swirled with purple and blue hues, illuminated by the stars and the ophanim who held together the galaxies. A sight he wasn't privileged to often, his work within heaven rarely gave him any free time to explore their skies the way he could when he was younger. And yet, he still felt like a young child when lifted by father's hand, as if he never left his light all those millennia ago. He tries to not think too deeply about those times.

'A rare event' he thought to himself, 'father hasn't spoken to any of us in centuries' he straightened out his suit, still wearing it after returning from a mission down on earth, he hadn't had the time to change before being summoned to his father's throne.

'I might even be completely camouflaged against the colour of the heavens right now, perhaps they won't even notice my return' he thought, amused.

Passing through the golden gates that lead to the throne of his father and into the archangels' domain, the figures of the two younger angels appeared through the thick layers of cloud. Raphael, the fourth oldest of the angels welcomed his brother back with a warm smile, his halo glowing brightly behind his head. Gabriel- the third oldest- walked up to Michael, being the first to break the silence,

"I almost thought you'd never come back down to us!" He joked, absentmindedly twirling a lock of his long hair in his hand

'A nervous tic' Michael mused

"You were gone for quite a while" added Raphael

Gabriel began again, "so... what does father want from us? It must be quite important if he asked to speak to you in person"

And so the eldest began his account of the events from the past few hours.

"We are to travel to another realm, a world that has been forsaken to ruin by its God and left to its own devices. He did not tell me what to expect, and really, this is the last thing I expected...." he trailed off, his expression perplexed, just what was his father's plan this time?

"Wh- huh? And.. how are we to get to this world?" Raphael's voice chimed in, bewilderment written all over his face. His short fluffy ears swaying as he turned his head to look back at the eldest.

"I... assume he will somehow transport us there once we are suitably prepared..?" He wasn't so sure in his answer, it wasn't unusual for his father's words to be vague. Regrettably, this is the one time Michael wishes they weren't. However, he was raised to trust in his God and His abilities.

To accept the way things are and not to question anything.

Gabriel spoke once more before turning to head back down to the lower levels of Heaven

"Well then.. no time like the present to get ourselves ready, right?"

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Outdoor Fashion Forward: Incorporating Navy Hoodies into Your Style

In the realm of fashion, the hoodie stands tall as a versatile, comfortable, and effortlessly stylish staple. Among the various shades and styles available, the navy hoodie, with its timeless appeal, embodies a perfect balance between sophistication and casualness. Its adaptability makes it an ideal piece for outdoor fashion, allowing for diverse styling options suitable for various occasions and seasons.

The Versatile Navy Hue

Navy blue, with its deep, rich tones, holds a unique place in the color palette. Its versatility effortlessly complements a wide range of skin tones and pairs seamlessly with an array of colors. This versatility is what makes the navy hoodie a go-to choice for those seeking a reliable yet stylish addition to their wardrobe.

Casual Elegance: Mixing Comfort and Style

One of the inherent charms of the navy hoodie is its ability to merge comfort with elegance. For a laid-back, casual look, pair your navy hoodie with classic denim jeans. This combination exudes an easygoing vibe while maintaining a sense of sophistication. To elevate the ensemble further, opt for a tailored fit hoodie made of quality material. The subtle sheen of the fabric can add a touch of refinement to the overall outfit.

Layering: A Play of Textures and Depth

Layering is a powerful technique in fashion, especially when it comes to incorporating a navy hoodie. Experiment with different textures and lengths to create depth and visual interest. For a chic outdoor ensemble, layer the hoodie beneath a leather or denim jacket. This not only adds warmth but also introduces contrasting textures that enhance the overall look.

During cooler seasons, consider adding a trench coat or a wool overcoat over the navy hoodie. This combination not only ensures warmth but also brings a sophisticated, urban edge to your outdoor attire.

Seasonal Adaptability: Transitioning through the Year

The navy hoodie seamlessly transitions between seasons, making it a versatile wardrobe piece year-round. In spring and summer, opt for lighter fabrics such as cotton or blends with breathable materials. Pair it with chinos or shorts for a relaxed yet put-together look. Roll up the sleeves for a touch of nonchalant charm.

As the temperatures drop, switch to heavier fabrics like fleece or wool to stay cozy during autumn and winter. Incorporate scarves, beanies, or gloves in complementing tones to add flair while keeping snug.

Accessorizing: Elevating the Look

Accessories can transform a simple navy hoodie outfit into a fashion statement. Experiment with accessories like statement belts, watches, or a sleek pair of sunglasses. For a touch of individuality, consider adding a pop of color through accessories or footwear.

Footwear: Finding the Perfect Match

Selecting the right footwear completes the ensemble when styling a navy hoodie. For a casual day out, sneakers in neutral tones or complementary colors offer a relaxed and sporty vibe. To transition to a slightly dressier look, opt for loafers or leather boots. Their versatility makes them a suitable choice for various outdoor settings, whether you're strolling through the city or exploring nature trails.

Final Thoughts

In conclusion, the navy hoodie epitomizes versatile outdoor fashion. Its adaptability transcends seasons, offering a canvas for personal style expression. Whether layered for depth or paired with diverse accessories, it seamlessly blends comfort and sophistication. Embrace this timeless piece, effortlessly merging casual elegance with urban chic. And with the convenience of finding unisex hoodies online, exploring and incorporating this fashion staple into your wardrobe becomes an exciting journey of self-expression and style evolution.

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Explore the Best Summer Camps in Thrissur: A World of Fun and Learning

Summer camps in Thrissur are a wonderful way for children to spend their vacations productively while enjoying an exciting mix of activities and learning experiences. In Thrissur, Kerala’s cultural capital, summer camps have gained immense popularity for their diverse programs that cater to various interests and age groups. From art and sports to science and adventure, Thrissur offers some of the best summer camp options in the region.

Why Choose Summer Camps in Thrissur?

Thrissur is known for its vibrant culture and community-centric lifestyle, making it an ideal location for summer camps. The city’s serene environment, skilled trainers, and variety of programs ensure that children enjoy a safe and enriching experience. These camps are designed not only to engage children during the holidays but also to develop their skills, confidence, and social abilities.

Types of Summer Camps in Thrissur

1. Art and Craft Camps

Thrissur is a hub of creativity, and art-focused camps are a favorite among children. These camps offer activities such as painting, clay modeling, and DIY crafts, encouraging kids to explore their artistic talents.

2. Sports Camps

For young athletes, sports camps provide excellent opportunities to enhance their skills in cricket, football, swimming, and other games. These camps focus on teamwork, discipline, and physical fitness.

3. Science and Robotics Camps

Thrissur’s growing emphasis on STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics) has led to the rise of science and robotics camps. These camps introduce children to coding, robotics, and exciting science experiments, sparking curiosity and innovation.

4. Adventure Camps

Thrissur’s picturesque surroundings make it a great place for adventure camps. Activities like trekking, camping, and nature trails not only thrill kids but also teach them essential survival skills and environmental awareness.

5. Music and Dance Camps

Thrissur’s rich cultural heritage is reflected in its music and dance camps. Children can learn traditional Kerala art forms like Kathakali and Mohiniyattam or explore modern dance and instrumental music.

6. Personality Development Camps

These camps focus on communication skills, public speaking, and leadership development, helping children grow into confident and well-rounded individuals.

Benefits of Summer Camps

Summer camps in Thrissur offer several benefits, including:

Skill Development: Camps provide a platform for children to discover and hone new talents.

Social Interaction: Meeting new friends fosters teamwork, cooperation, and empathy.

Physical Fitness: Sports and outdoor activities promote health and well-being.

Cultural Exposure: Camps introduce children to Kerala’s traditions, enriching their understanding of the state’s heritage.

Top Locations for Summer Camps in Thrissur

Vilangankunnu: A scenic hillock offering camps focused on adventure and nature exploration.

Thrissur Town Hall: Often hosts cultural and educational camps.

Guruvayur: Known for camps centered around art and classical music.

Athirappilly: Offers nature and eco-camps near the famous waterfalls.

Tips for Choosing the Right Summer Camp

Age-Appropriate Activities: Ensure the camp is suitable for your child’s age and interests.

Safety Measures: Check for proper supervision, first aid availability, and emergency protocols.

Feedback and Reviews: Seek recommendations and reviews from other parents.

Program Details: Understand the schedule, duration, and activities offered.

Conclusion: An Enriching Summer Awaits

Thrissur’s summer camps offer a perfect blend of fun, education, and cultural immersion. These programs provide children with valuable experiences that go beyond the classroom, fostering growth, creativity, and unforgettable memories. Whether your child is an artist, athlete, scientist, or adventurer, Thrissur has a summer camp that’s just right for them.

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Crafting Cherished Memories: Discovering Perfect Family Vacation Places

Creating lasting bonds and sharing joyful experiences are at the heart of family life. Planning a getaway offers the perfect opportunity to do just that. Let's explore some incredible family vacation places that promise unforgettable adventures for everyone.

This article discusses various types of destinations suitable for family vacation places, highlighting their key features and benefits for different age groups and interests.

Sun-Kissed Shores and Sandy Adventures

Beach resorts are usually popular with families who like the sound of crashing waves and the feeling of sand under their toes. 

“More than 53% of people will be traveling with family this year, and a noteworthy 85% of parents are planning to travel with their kids in the upcoming year, highlighting the enduring appeal of these classic gateways. 

Notably, 68% of families plan to vacation during the summer holidays, often a prime time for beach trips. It’s also worth noting that 62% of parents travel with children under five years old, making family-friendly beach resorts with appropriate amenities particularly attractive, according to a BluePrintRF survey.”

Consider the golden coasts of the Mediterranean, offering calm waters perfect for young swimmers and a wealth of historical sites to explore. 

Many family-friendly resort accommodations here provide dedicated kids' clubs and engaging activities, allowing parents some relaxation time. 

Alternatively, explore the vibrant beaches of Southeast Asia, known for their stunning scenery and diverse marine life, offering fantastic snorkeling and diving opportunities suitable for older children and adults.

Mountain Majesty and Outdoor Thrills

If your family enjoys breathtaking vistas and invigorating adventures, a mountain family vacation place might be ideal. The majestic Rockies in North America offer a plethora of outdoor activities, from gentle nature walks to challenging hikes, suitable for various fitness levels. 

Many resorts in these areas offer kid-friendly activities and excursions like horseback riding and ziplining. 

The European Alps also present stunning scenery and charming villages, with well-maintained trails for hiking and biking in the summer and excellent skiing in the winter.

Exploring History and Culture Together

Immersing yourselves in new cultures can be a wonderfully enriching experience for the whole family. Consider visiting historical cities like Rome or Kyoto, where ancient wonders and vibrant traditions await. 

These destinations offer cultural experiences for all ages, from interactive museum exhibits designed for children to fascinating historical sites that will captivate adults.

Theme Park Excitement and Fantasy Worlds

For pure, unadulterated fun, theme parks remain a top choice for many families. From the magical realms of Disney to the thrilling rides of Universal Studios, these destinations offer endless entertainment for children of all ages. 

Many parks also provide shows and attractions that the entire family can enjoy together, creating shared moments of laughter and excitement.

Tailored Family Travel Itineraries and Multigenerational Travel

Planning a successful family vacation place often involves crafting tailored family travel itineraries that cater to everyone's interests and needs. 

When considering multigenerational travel options, it's crucial to find destinations and accommodations that can comfortably host and entertain individuals of varying ages and abilities. 

“70% of US families intend to take a trip with their loved ones in the upcoming year, as per a report by Condor Ferries, which underscores the importance of these tailored plans in facilitating enjoyable travel for families with diverse needs.

43% of families are still wary of traveling, but they are now more likely to look for additional security when making travel plans. This is evident as 67% ensure they carefully check cancellation policies before committing.”

Look for resorts with diverse amenities, such as multiple swimming pools, game rooms, and quiet lounges. Consider destinations that offer a mix of active and relaxing activities, ensuring everyone finds something they enjoy. 

For convenient and engaging multigenerational trips, consider these options:

Cruises: 

Offering a fantastic way to see multiple destinations while providing onboard entertainment, kids' clubs, and diverse dining options, cruises are excellent for multigenerational trips. With shared excursions appropriate for all ages, numerous cruise lines have itineraries especially created for families.

All-Inclusive Resorts: 

These resorts often cater exceptionally well to families, providing a range of activities, kids' programs, and dining options all within one convenient location. 

This can simplify planning and budgeting, making it an attractive option for family vacation places.

Nature's Wonders and Wildlife Encounters

For families with a love for the natural world, consider destinations that offer opportunities for wildlife viewing and exploration. National parks around the globe provide incredible landscapes and the chance to see animals in their natural habitats. 

From safaris in Africa to exploring the rainforests of Costa Rica, these family vacation places offer educational and awe-inspiring experiences.

Selecting the ideal family vacation place is a personal choice. By considering your family's interests and needs, you can create a trip filled with joy, discovery, and memories that will last a lifetime.

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The Best Golf Courses Near Sunset Beach and Ocean Isle Beach

Best Golf Courses Near Sunset Beach & Ocean Isle Beach | Top Carolina Coast Courses

The golf courses in the Carolina coast area are considered among the top facilities in the Southeast. Great golfers and novices seeking swing improvement will have an unforgettable experience at these courses because of their green-landscape beauty and ocean air. The following article provides information about the leading golf facilities near Sunset Beach and Ocean Isle Beach while presenting guidelines for visitors.

1. Oyster Bay Golf Links

Oyster Bay Golf Links can be found within a short drive from Sunset Beach and it stands as one of the most sought-after golf courses in the region. The acclaimed design by Dan Maples has established this course as the winner of awards through its combination of marsh views with rolling fairways and demanding layout. Oyster Bay Golf Links provides an ideal combination of environmental charm and tactical gameplay which draws both residents and tourists to its facilities.

If you’re exploring homes near Sunset Beach, check out our Sunset Beach community page for more information.

2. Sea Trail Golf Club

Golf enthusiasts visit Sea Trail Golf Club in Sunset Beach because it features three championship golf courses including Byrd and Maples and Jones. The three distinct golf layouts at Sea Trail Golf Club include the tree-lined fairways of the Maples course with the water hazards and bunkers of the Byrd course. The top-tier golf facility caters to golfers from all ability levels through its multitudinous collection of distinctive challenges.

Looking for a property nearby? Explore the listings on our Ocean Isle Beach page to find your dream home near this golfing paradise.

3. The Thistle Golf Club

Visitors can reach the Thistle Golf Club easily from Sunset Beach and Ocean Isle Beach through a brief car journey to play on its 27 Scottish-inspired hole course. Guests at The Thistle can enjoy an elegant golfing experience through its stunning clubhouse and elegant greens and picturesque water elements. Visitors seeking a world-class golf experience with traditional ambiance must include The Thistle on their itinerary.

Explore homes in the area through our personalized home search tool to find the perfect property near this exquisite course.

4. Sandpiper Bay Golf & Country Club

The locals love Sandpiper Bay Golf & Country Club because of its pleasant environment and its high-quality golf course conditions. The Sunset Beach facility hosts three nine-hole courses known as Bay Piper and Sand which make up the 27-hole layout. Players new to golf can enjoy this course but experienced golfers will also find it challenging.

For those considering relocation, take a look at our featured listings to find properties close to this community favorite.

5. Rivers Edge Golf Club

Golfers visiting Shallotte should play at Rivers Edge Golf Club which Arnold Palmer designed. Players can reach this golf course from Ocean Isle Beach by a short driving distance which reveals stunning Shallotte River views alongside demanding water obstacles and carefully crafted greens. Golf enthusiasts traveling to the Carolina coast should not miss playing this course.

Interested in learning more about communities in the area? Check out our Coastal Area Guide communities page.

6. Carolina National Golf Club

Carolina National Golf Club by Fred Couples holds its location next to the Lockwood Folly River. Near Ocean Isle Beach the golf course unites its natural landscape with a demanding course design suitable for golfers at every skill level. You can experience multiple scenic settings at Carolina National Golf Club through its three nine-hole courses named Egret, Heron and Ibis.

Explore homes in nearby areas like Calabash or Southport for easy access to this gem.

7. Tiger’s Eye at Ocean Ridge Plantation

Tiger's Eye ranks as one of the most aesthetically pleasing golf courses on the Carolina coast within Ocean Ridge Plantation's prestigious grounds. The golf course stands out because of its unique combination of coquina boulders and waterfalls together with native grasses that make it both difficult and aesthetically pleasing. Serious golfers choose the results-oriented course because of its brilliant landscape design and detailed planning.

Looking to live near this incredible course? Browse golf course homes to find the perfect match for your lifestyle.

8. Brunswick Plantation Golf Resort

Brunswick Plantation Golf Resort in Calabash presents 27 championship holes of golf through its three nine-hole courses which include Magnolia and Azalea and Dogwood. The golf resort offers everything a player wants including Southern charm combined with picturesque scenery and perfectly maintained fairways. Visitors can enjoy this location for both group gatherings as well as family-friendly activities.

Learn more about the Calabash area and find nearby homes to complement your golf lifestyle.

Planning Your Golf Getaway

The following recommendations will help you maximize your experience while visiting the stunning golf courses located near Sunset Beach and Ocean Isle Beach:

Book Tee Times Early: Popular courses fill up quickly, so secure your spot in advance.

Pack the Essentials: Visitors should carry sunscreen together with a hat and plenty of water to maintain comfort during Carolina sun exposure.

Explore Real Estate Options: If you’ve fallen in love with the area, our Coastal Area Guide offers resources to help you find the perfect home or vacation property near these golf courses.

Make the Carolina Coast Your Home

The Sunset Beach and Ocean Isle Beach area provides visitors with a perfect vacation spot as well as an outstanding environment to establish permanent residence. The location provides residents with top-class golf facilities while featuring stunning coastlines beside active neighborhood life.

Whether you’re looking to purchase a second home or relocate to the coast, our team at Coastal Area Guide is here to help. Use our personalized home search tool or browse our featured listings to start your journey today.

Tee Off in Paradise

The numerous outstanding golf courses located close to Sunset Beach and Ocean Isle Beach create a perfect environment for avid golfers. Golfers will find both demanding courses and peaceful days on the greens throughout the Carolina coastline. Use your clubs to enjoy golfing at coastal links that create an excellent golfing experience.

For more information on local communities, properties, and activities, visit our Coastal Area Guide blog or contact us directly through our contact page. Happy golfing!

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Charming Tree Worm

RARITY: ★☆☆☆☆ | THREAT: ★★☆☆☆ SIZE: 4-20 inches long.

HABITAT: 

The charming tree worm can be found in trees, both in woodlands and populated areas. The State Park occasionally has to close down certain trails due to population surges of charming tree worms, and you don’t want to be the person who discovers and reports said surge.

OVERVIEW:

These tree-dwelling worms come in a variety of pastel colors and have a distinctive layer of fuzz around their bodies. Some speculate gummy worms were inspired by them! They range from 4-20 inches in size, depending on age and how well-fed the particular worm is. Their cute appearance seems to go hand in hand with their charming abilities. When the charming tree worm finds a suitable meal, they release a pheromone that endears their prey to them and makes them inclined to follow the worm back up to their nest – which resembles a very large bird’s nest and sits at the tallest points of the trees – usually to serve as a meal for the weeks to come for the worm and their worm family. 

ABILITIES: 

The most notable ability of the charming tree worm is that it can enthrall its meal of choice. This pheromone is targeted to work on exactly one individual and it makes the person dedicated to following the worm back to its nest.

The nest itself is coated in their saliva which halts the rate of decay in their prey. This allows them to keep the same meal in their nest for weeks at a time as the whole family has their fill.

They have sharp teeth that facilitate their carnivorous diet, but it is very rare they will bite outside of feeding or trying to defend themselves. 

Be cautious when cutting into a charming tree worm. If you split one in half or parts, it will only create more, smaller worms. 

Their blood smells like corn syrup and has swirls of bright colors in it!

WEAKNESSES: 

Charming tree worms can be killed by regular means. In fact, they’re quite soft-bodied so it doesn’t take a lot of force to injure one; just be cautious to not end up with tons of small worms. 

Fire, blunt-force trauma, and other methods besides cutting the worm can kill it without creating more worms. 

Because their pheromones are limited to targeting only a single person at a time, this can leave others nearby who might be able to assist the enthralled person. 

Their nests tend to carry the stench of decay due to their feeding habits, which can allow a person to "sniff out" the nest from below. If a person is knowledgeable enough, this may clue them in that this area is to be avoided.

VARIANTS

BEGUILING BUSH WORM:

These ground-dwelling relatives of the charming tree worm are found exclusively in bushes and thick shrubbery. While they don’t have pheromones or a strong grip, they make melodic, song-like whistles that draw people closer to the bushes they live in. When someone wanders too close, the worm pounces, either springing right for the throat or using the length of their body to trip their victim. There is a fringe theory that the pop singer Winding W. Ormy is actually just a beguiling bush worm that a record label decided to cash in on by leaving a mic by the bush.

DELECTABLE CANDY WORM: 

Unlike their charming tree worm relatives, delectable candy worms are small and completely without fuzz. Nesting in buildings that emit sweet smells, such as bakeries or your grandmother’s house, they are sometimes accidentally consumed along with pastries or candy, even being found in packaged goods. When looked at directly, these worms stop moving, resembling actual gummy worms. Eating one will cause mild worm symptoms such as moving like a worm or covering themselves in moist dirt. Eating them in excess will give the candy worms full control of the victim’s body, until the worms are fully digested. “You are what you eat,” was originally a warning for these creatures.

IMPOSING TREE WORM: 

These tree worms are the larger cousins of charming tree worms. Reaching up to six feet long, the imposing variety are ambush predators with a more naturalistic color scheme and immense gripping strength for their size. They wrap their tails around those walking underfoot and drag them up into the tree, where they then tear their prey apart with rows of serrated teeth. Imposing tree worms are easily distracted and like when people dance or move around in a wiggly, wormy way.

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Carbon Steel Axe

When it comes to outdoor tools, few are as timeless and versatile as the Carbon Steel Axe. Whether you're chopping wood for a campfire, clearing trails, or just appreciating the craftsmanship of fine tools, a high-quality axe is a must-have. Among the best materials used in axe construction, carbon steel stands out for its strength, durability, and edge retention.

A Carbon Steel Axe is designed to withstand tough tasks. The material itself offers an ideal balance between hardness and flexibility, making it perfect for the rigors of outdoor use. The blade holds a sharp edge longer than softer steel options, meaning you won’t need to sharpen it as frequently, saving both time and effort.

One of the key benefits of carbon steel is its ability to be honed to a fine, sharp edge. This ensures precision and effectiveness when chopping, whether you're working with dense logs or smaller branches. Carbon steel also responds well to proper maintenance—when cared for, it can last for generations.

At Knives Hives, we offer Carbon Steel Axes that combine traditional forging techniques with modern innovations. Each axe is hand-forged by skilled craftsmen, ensuring the highest quality. The handle is ergonomically designed for a secure grip, and the axe's weight distribution ensures comfort during use.

Whether you're a seasoned outdoorsman or just looking for a reliable tool, a Carbon Steel Axe from Knives Hives is an excellent investment in both function and durability.

FAQs

1. What makes a Carbon Steel Axe better than other types of axes? A carbon steel axe is stronger, holds an edge longer, and is more durable compared to softer steel axes, making it ideal for tough outdoor tasks.

2. How should I care for my Carbon Steel Axe? Regularly clean and oil the blade to prevent rust. Store it in a dry place, and hone the edge as needed to maintain sharpness.

3. Is a Carbon Steel Axe suitable for heavy-duty use? Yes, carbon steel is durable and designed to withstand rigorous use, making it perfect for chopping wood, cutting through tough materials, and outdoor tasks.

4. Can I personalize a Carbon Steel Axe? Yes, many manufacturers, including Knives Hives, offer customization options like engraving to add a personal touch to your axe.

5. How long does a Carbon Steel Axe last? With proper care and maintenance, a Carbon Steel Axe can last for many years, often becoming a family heirloom.