snugly one

Okay so i was at the funeral home today (family shit, everybody’s fine we are all just morbid and pick out stuff years in advance (seriously we plan funerals like weddings)) and of course I had my copy of interview with me because the reread never stops and the guy saw it and we got to talking about the differences between coffins and caskets.

And I kid you not

The guy brought my cousin and i into the back where he has this legit, pointed coffin, and he let my cousin and I climb around inside it

And I now have complete first hand proof that you could fit two grown men inside the same coffin rather easily, so long as one lies snugly against the other

Originally posted by avarothusknight

anonymous asked:

junhui + library 👀

Smut. I’m glad we read the signs right 👀

Your back was pressed against the tile wall behind you, and one of your hands was holding Jun’s shoulder tightly while the other searched for support from the nearest dusty rack of books. He was thick as he desperately moved inside of you, his lips mindlessly moving on your neck and chest, leaving light marks whenever he got excited enough to suck on your sensitive skin a little.

Jun held your ass snugly with one of his hands, the other holding your leg that went around his waist, and his breathing was hot and heavy and probably turned you on even more than the fact that there were people not that far away, yet no one would end up in your aisle. …Or at least they wouldn’t, if you were quiet, which you knew from all the times you had come to that specific aisle to make out with no interruptions ever.

“Shh, baby, we don’t want anyone here, do we,” Jun breathed by your ear when you let out a muffled moan, frustratingly close to your orgasm. Your legs were quivering around him and your hips were starting to move against Jun’s on their own accord, and it all felt just so good and you just needed to come.

“No,” you sighed and brought your other hand to Jun, too, and pressed your lips onto his shoulder, nibbling and sucking on the skin in an attempt to remain quiet, and when you finally came, your mouth opened into a silent cry, your fingers dug into Jun’s shoulder and he couldn’t do much else than grunt as he continued chasing his own high.

With him fucking you through your orgasm, it was exceedingly difficult for you to remain quiet, yet somehow you managed to mostly keep it down to sighs and the quietest whimpers of Jun’s name.

As his orgasm began approaching him, Jun slowed his movements down considerably, almost gentle as his hips met yours thrust after thrust. Pushing deep into you and making you gasp, he finally released into the condom he had on, and buried his face in your neck.

“Considering how nervous you were at first, you got into it really fast,” Jun said with an amused chuckle and kissed your neck while caressing your sides gently. You giggled and played with his hair.

“I wonder why,” you mumbled, referring to how seductive Jun had been earlier and how weak you were for him in general, which he knew more than well.

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Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing)

Once again posting one of my experiences that has happened to me, as per usual I wrote this one for back in the day. This one is actually pretty special; when I posted this, the owner of HDWetting (If you’re an omorashi fan I know you know what that is), contacted me asking if he could adapt this experience of mine into a video, which of course I said yes to. An HDWetting video exists based on this experience of mine, so I’m still really happy this happened to me and that I wrote about it.


So as some of you might not know, I enjoy taking pictures quite a bit. I live in a very woodsy area of Canada, and nature here is so great, whether it be ice on the trees in the winter, various wildlife in the summer, the sun coming through the trees, there’s always a shot to grab, and semi-recently, around the time the snow finally got around to leaving like a month ago, I was looking for just that shot. Of course, this story being on the site its on, you might guess I end up in a sort of predicament. If you’ve read my stuff on here you know its not uncommon for me, I almost do it subconsciously. Some times more consciously than others. Ahem. Anywho.

Obligatory description paragraph. I’m a young woman, I actually just hit 21 years of age! I’m not very big, I’m like 5'5-5'7 and around 110 pounds last I checked. Pale enough to blind people I’m told but I think that’s moreso emphasized by the fact my hair is long and very black, so its like a contrast thing I guess? On this day I was weariiiing I THINK a white Deadpool shirt, light blue snugly fitting jeans with one of my cuter belts (with a nice shiny buckle!) a red bra and panties set, and one of my leather jackets (I have 3). The shirt is the only bit I’m unsure on but I know for a fact it was white. White sneakers too, if that matters, and black socks.

So like I was saying, I was out trying to grab a picture, one I had been waiting for the end of the season for. There’s a wind turbine or two around here, you know the kind, the big pretty power windmills. One is in a lot out in the forest, and I wanted to get some up close shots of it from below, to the sides, from the trees, in different lighting and whatnot. Basically a photo op just for the windmill, and liable to take course over a couple of hours if I wanted to grab shots in certain lighting’s I wanted. Of course I was okay with this, while most days I don’t leave my house, let alone my room, this day was an out-day, and I was excited for it. Of course this windmill was technically on like government property or private property or SOMETHING but given the plot of land was quite literally a big empty space in the middle of the woods I didn’t really expect it to be guarded; I had cased the place multiple times, and it never was.

I woke up that morning, and did morning things. Got up, used the bathroom, took a shower, blah blah boring stuff. Watched some Netflix while I drank my morning tea to wake myself up (psyched for OITNB season 4 in a few days!!) and put together my outfit I described above while I drank another cup of tea (I love tea, these 2 in particular were a cup of earl grey, and a cup of english breakfast) before packing up a water bottle, my camera, etc. in a small satchel and setting off. It wasn’t somewhere I was driving to, moreso walking across this very small woodsy town. After an hour of trekking I was nearly at my destination, well the path leading there anyway, but first I wanted to pick up my planned breakfast. Nearby there was a small food stand, you know the kind, the little wagons. I got myself a large fries and a coke. Don’t assume I eat healthy, because most days I don’t, especially during my off time like I have now. I sat down at a bench to consume those, bought another small coke for the road, and continued on. Of course I’m not an idiot, I realized my odd thirst that morning would lead to situations later on, but I was like man I’m going to be in the middle of the woods, the world is my oyster and my bathroom if I need it to be, I’ll deal with it when it becomes an issue. Plot twist: It became an issue! Shock!

The stretch of road I ended up on is mostly empty; very few houses, and cars passing through is rare. It is on the side of this road though, that a path lies. It leads through the woods, and intermingles with multiple ATV tracks, walking trails, etc. One of these trails passes by a gate. Not like a big fenced gate, rather the kind that’s like 2 or 3 bars obviously meant to bar vehicles and things; a normal person could easily hop it or walk around it. I wasn’t taking the trails, for I did not want people to see where I was going. Luckily for me, I know these woods like the back of my hand, and the quickest path to any destination is a straight line. So I walk through the woods and arrive at this gate in a manner much quicker than taking the stupid paths. Of course I begin to feel the caffeine in my body filtering liquid rather rapidly, but it wasn’t a problem and I ignored it. I glanced at the gate and read the sign that said something about trespassing but I couldn’t tell you what it actually said, because in reality I read all of two words before vaulting over it. Shh don’t tell on me.

Continuing down this horrible forbidden path lead me to a completely unguarded clearing with my subject of the day. I looked up at the windmill and just kind of took it in for a bit before getting to work. I laid down at the base of it, my head against it before taking some shots straight up, some angled shots from the sides, just about every which-way you can imagine. I’d stop to take breaks and let nature progress (in multiple ways) and gnaw on things I had brought with me, like a granola bar or two, along with my water and some extra tea in a thermos (CHAI THIS TIME!) and as the day went on and on I had even grabbed a shot from up in a tree as the sun had reached just behind the head of the windmill. I had memorized every bit of it and was very happy with the shots I was getting. Of course by this time I had consumed many a liquid, and had them in me for many, many hours. It got to the point where I reaaaally needed to pee, but being an Omo enthusiast I was like…nah, I’m under control, let’s put it off just a bit more (I do this almost every time, and every time it ends up being a bad decision. I never learn). I laid down under a tree and enjoyed the feeling of needing to go, because you know why not, I was alone and whatnot. Issue is, I was so excited for this day that I had not gotten enough sleep the night before, and I ended up dozing off in that position for the better part of an hour or more. When I woke up the sky was orange, ripe with sunset.

Obviously, the moment I woke up I realized I was bursting. Like, I was on the verge. The precipice of explosion. The pipes were about to leak. Poseidon was about to wage war on the land. The kraken was to be released. I was about to piss my pants is what I’m trying to get at here. My legs were trembling and I immediately grabbed my thigh, digging my nails in and grinding my teeth a little, letting the wave settle. I stood up and was unbuckling my belt when I got an idea for another photo experiment. If you’re familiar with slow shutter speeds you might get what I was thinking here..Basically fast shutter speeds are used to take pictures of someone say, running, without a blur, at the cost of lack of good quality exposure. Meanwhile, slow shutter speeds get a better quality photo, but your subject must be still or it will blur and the like. Meanwhile if you want to get creative you can set the shutter speed really slow and try some fancy shit with the slow exposure, like say, those photos you see where someone sets the shutter speed to be as slow as possible and waves a flashlight around as the picture is being taken, basically creating a light-drawing. See what I mean?

The idea here being, I was desperate. Very desperate. As a result, I was shaking and trembling, like a bad shiver. Anyone else would have been like “I NEED TO PEE RIGHT THIS SECOND”, meanwhile I was here like, “You know, I’m shaking in just the perfect way so that if I focus the windmill in the center at an up-tilt angle with a slow shutter, I might be able to produce a sort of blurred after image effect picture or two..” And that’s exactly what I did. Manipulating my shaky state, I got a few shots in and they ended up exactly how I thought they would. I got really into it and kept taking shots until I felt myself…lose a little. A spurt hit my panties and I froze like…shiiiit. I checked and my pants were dry, but I could feel the dampness of my underwear against me. I was thinking to myself that it was time to pee and head back home, and moved to do just that before, the worst possible thing ever happened. I heard a voice behind me.

“Excuse me ma'am? What are you doing here?”

I turned around and there was some sort of young man. I assume he was a wilderness ranger or something. Not a cop but he had a uniform of some sort. I didn’t give a rats ass at the time, all that mattered is that I wasn’t supposed to be here, and he looked like it was his job to know that I wasn’t supposed to be here. Being quite literally about to wet myself, this is the last thing I wanted. I hobbled towards him, gave greetings. He gave the usual chatter, do you know this is a restricted area, what exactly are you doing, you’re trespassing, etc. I pleaded ignorance, trying not to shake TOO bad. He asked if I was alright, I told him I was getting a chill from the breeze. I was waiting for a specific moment, one I knew that was coming (NOT THAT IVE BEEN IN THIS SORT OF SITUATION BEFORE. HEH..HEHE…) and prayed it would come soon, and it did. He gave a nod, and turned to the right, looking away from me to speak quietly into the walkie talkie on his shoulder. Like I totally hadn’t done multiple times in the past, I dashed past him on the other side of him where he wasn’t looking. By the time he noticed I was too far gone, because I can run like the wind. I ran down the trail, and attempted to vault over the gate again, completely forgetting that I was one bad movement away from wetting my pants. A bad move such as trying to hop a gate and bumping your lower abdomen into said gate in the process. Halfway over I felt it start to leave me, a faint psssh as I landed on the other side. I looked down to see the denim darkening. I shoved my hand into my crotch and gripped for dear life, managing to regain control after a moment, not without a sizable patch however. The wet feeling between my legs made it hard to not let go right then and there. I heard thudding footsteps coming in my direction, so I took the same way back where I knew he wouldn’t think to follow me; straight through the woods, in the direction I knew would take me to the road. Running wasn’t easy on my, and although I pleaded with my body, I leaked a few times on the way, each time feeling my thighs grow slightly warmer, and the wetness traveling further down inch by inch. I could feel the muscles wavering, feeling like they were giving out only to hastily close back up at the last second. I could finally yank my pants down and pee if I could just get away..

I eventually burst out of the trees onto the road. I didn’t have any time. I looked back and forth. No cars. No houses. I just needed a place to pee…But at that point it was too late. The moment I felt it I shoved my hand back between my legs, into the damp fabric, but I couldn’t stop it. I started losing control, a soft hissing sound accompanying the rapidly darkening denim. I remember clapping my free hand over my mouth to stifle the moans and squeaks, uttering something like “Oh fuck, oh god no”. I locked my legs, crossing them and uncrossing them, gripping my crotch tighter, everything I thought I could do I did, but my hand just got wetter and wetter, going from bursts of pee to a full on firehose as my control was just completely lost. When the damn entirely broke even my hand couldn’t stop the moan, the feeling of my muscle control just dropping and the back of my pants around my ass going from dry to sopping in an instant. I stopped trying to keep myself quiet, groaning pathetically as I used my other hand to try and assist in stopping the flow but I was at the point of no return, I could feel it running down my legs, a warm river very surely soaking me, the sound of me whining and liquid pitter pattering onto the pavement the only sounds present as I peed in my pants in the middle of the empty street. I fell to my knees and let go, opting to just grip both my upper thighs as I rode it out, the back of my pants now absolutely drenched as a puddle grew underneath me. I tried another futile effort to clench back up…My muscles wavered, and immediately dropped out again, causing me to lurch forward from the sensation, my lurching causing the wetness to begin crawling forward down the front of my pants as well, bursting forth from the crotch area

. It was around then I realized I had completely peed myself and there was no coming back, the damage was done. Even my knees were heavy with dampness, a small river having grown around me, filling in the cracks in the yellow lines on the pavement. The stream became a trickle, and then it was over. I recomposed myself just in time to see headlights approaching off in the distance, and I heard an ATV coming up from the trail (likely that of the guard), so I ducked back into the woods again. I heard the ATV come out to the street, stay there for a few moments, and turn back around before heading down the trail again. I decided to take the most scenic of routes back, a tread through the forest all the way home. At one point I was almost in some persons back yard, but again, I know these woods like the back of my hand. I got back into my house, stealthy as a raccoon, and got changed, did my laundry, uploaded my pictures onto the computer, and watched more Netflix for the rest of the day. I am the master of escape tactics.~

Unwinding (M)

→ Jongin Smut Drabble

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Lips were crashing against the hot skin of your neck as you quickly glanced down at your phone laying exposed underneath your bodies. The screen was on, showing the conversation that had led to this exact situation;



“This exam is really driving me crazy.. I’m so stressed”

“Then let me help you unwind baby girl”

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anonymous asked:

So... any headcanon about the "turtle" part of the ninja turtles? What kind of turtle stuff do they do?

They’ll always and forever be ‘turtles’ so by nature there are a few traits of their normal behavior that’s all nature running it’s coarse. Even if now act and pretty much live entirely like humans.

✴They need the water. Reptiles need the water so they can soak and stay hydrated. That’s why normally where they live has a large area for swimming. Our boys need their pool.

✴They can and might possibly eat ANYTHING. Turtles are omnivores by nature, normally snacking on veggies and smaller pond animals like tiny fish. They won’t hesitate to try and eat everything and anything. Growing up, Splinter didn’t have a hard time finding food for the baby turtles. In fact he has a hard time trying to keep Mikey from eating things most people find disgusting or disturbing. Mostly they stick to human food.

✴SUNLIGHT/HEAT!!!! THEY NEED SUNLIGHT! As ninjas they live and stick to the shadows but as turtles they need the sunlight to survive. They are cold blooded creatures so their body needs warmth and sunlight. Winter is intensely hard on our boys. During the winter, Splinter keeps heaters on at all time and keeps them as high as they can go. Our boys are always submerged in mountain of blankets and normally spend time retreating back into their shells so they can curl up snugly.

✴And the big one everyone is waiting for, Mating Season. Their bodies may have mutated to appear more human but inside, their hormones run wild. Mating season for our boys is a dangerous time. Some turtle species have a hierarchies and dominance is a big deal among our boys during the fall. (Yes, fall. A lot of male turtles go through their mating cycles during the fall in Northern regions while females go in the spring. Weird right?! I just found that out. 😐) If one of our guys likes you and they see you talking to their brother, all hell will break loose and a riot will start. They don’t mean it of course it’s just natures way. The ranking in my mind for mating season goes as followed:: Leo(obviously), Raph(which is why Leo and him but heads all the time even though he’s the strongest, he still can’t seem to beat Leo in a fight. Leo is faster.) Mikey(surprised?) And last but DEFINITELY not least, Donnie(the most gentle out of the bunch). If you’re dating them you better watch out during mating season. It’s like four Raph’s living in one area. There’s always a brutal fight and Splinter, bless his heart, has to just let it play out.

Feel free to submit your own theories and suggestions. I’ve owned a lot of reptiles in my life so I know some stuff. Hopefully I didn’t muck this up.


Imagine cuddling with Cisco.

It had been a long day and now you and Cisco were working on your latest project- becoming the ultimate burrito. You had amassed your supply of snacks, positioned the remote, and gathered enough pillows and blankets to make a bed-and-breakfast jealous. The couch was prepared, you each had a series of books in case you bored of watching television, and you were ready to just relax. After a stressful week and day, it was a relief to just unwind for a few hours. The two of you had even spent an extra hour putting together a makeshift fort over the couch and TV, just to add to the atmosphere.

“Are you ready for this?” Cisco asked with a crooked grin, holding the flap of quilt open for you to enter..

“Born ready,” you crawled in among the blankets and pillows and Cisco followed. It was warm and cozy as you curled up together, the light of the TV illuminating your safe haven.

“This is nice,” Cisco murmured after several minutes, one arm snugly around your shoulders.

You leaned into him, pulling a fleece tighter around the both of you. “Told you so.”

Gif Credit: Cisco / Fort

anonymous asked:

Hi:) Can you write a scenario where you use a vibrator on DK??

I really hope this is at least close to what you wanted omg + rip this was my first smut in a while I hope it’s okay (this is a great way to start a new year)

I tried to keep this a bit more gender neutral - hopefully that’s welcome and I succeeded at least to some extent! and because I wasn’t sure which way to go, this includes >>both external and internal use of the vibrator<<, so if you’re not into the latter one, you might want to stop reading when the external use comes to an end!

The sight in front of you was absolutely marvellous, and all you could do was part your lips in appreciation as your fingertips dragged down your boyfriend’s toned torso. He writhed a little under your touch, his breath heavy and his eyes glassy and desperate, and your lips stretched into a smirk.

“Are you getting sensitive?” you asked, voice just that teasing, and got a rapid nod from Seokmin, accompanied by a needy whine when your finger stopped right below his belly button. Clearly, he’d rather had it go further down. Your smirk only got more prominent at that. “Good.”

Now, back to the beautiful sight in front of you, which was was your boyfriend. But not just that: his wrists were bound together and held up with a rope that was tied to the top of the headboard, his ankles held down by scarves that were fastened to the bed posts at the foot of the bed, and his cock was hard and leaking against his abdomen as the result of all the time you had spent teasing him while whispering dirty things right into his ear.

His mind had been and still was full of the mental images of how hard you’d make him cum, how you were desperate to have him deep inside of you and how you’d let him do almost anything to you. But not that night, except for the part where you’d make him cum hard.

Seokmin’s hips were starting to buck up restlessly, so you leaned down to kiss his chest slowly and finally allowed your fingertips travel low enough to wrap them around his cock. He hissed and screwed his eyes shut, your name slipping through his lips when he finally got the touch he so much needed. You almost chuckled while sucking a light hickey to his chest, a bit above his right nipple.

With him succumbing to pleasure under your ministrations and a series of soft yeses slipping through his lips, you moved your eyes to the silver-colored bullet vibrator that you had by your side. The memory of Seokmin finding your toy stash replayed in your mind, and it had you biting your lower lip a little.

His eyes had glinted in excitement when he had rummaged through them all, some of the toys making him raise his eyebrows and some making him gasp. He had accidentally turned on the particular bullet vibrator that was now next to you on the bed, and you’d never forget his voice when he had spoken, his eyes sparkling when he had turned to look at you. His voice had been so shaky yet determined, like he was already imagining more than a few things.

“Can we use this on me sometime?”

And so the sometime had come, and you were both embracing the moment. Seokmin had been rather impatient all day, and had quite likely never hardened as fast as he did when you stroked him while making out, and told him just what you’d do with the vibrator. It fed your own imagination just as much as it did Seokmin’s, and the way he had grunted at some parts of your description had only made the knot in the pit of your stomach tighter.

You ran your palm over the very tip of Seokmin’s length, which made his hips buck up and a strangled groan rip from his throat. A grin spread to your lips. “Are you ready?”

His smirk was painfully hot, like it always was, and he gave you a meaningful raise of his eyebrow. “Never been readier.”

Even when tied up, you felt like he had a sense of authority to him. With a quick nibble on your lower lip, you decided that you’d have to do something about that, and let go of his cock. The pre-cum soon disappeared from your hand when you ran your tongue across your palm, your eyes locked with Seokmin’s as you withdrew your tongue back into your mouth, the string of pre-cum connecting it to your hand breaking in the process.

His gasp at your action made you feel triumphant - at least you knew his weaknesses.

Seokmin eyed you in interest when you took your underwear off before taking the vibrator into your hand. You stroked it slowly, as if inspecting it, and let out a content sound when you turned it on. Seokmin swallowed hard, his cock twitching at the mere thought of how the vibrator would feel against himself.

Moving your playful eyes from the toy to your boyfriend’s pair of glassy eyes, you smirked. “It’s time for some fun.”

While you might have set the vibrator on its lowest, even those gentle vibrations felt almost painfully strong to Seokmin.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped when the toy met his cock at the base, vibrating lightly against his shaft and balls. The knot in your stomach tightened at his reaction, and you brought the toy higher on him in curiosity: you wanted to see every last reaction of his.

“Do you like it?” you said, although it was almost obvious, your voice teasing yet easily giving away your own, gradually increasing lust. Not that you hadn’t been annoyingly turned on for a good while already, of course. Seokmin was shaking all over, his eyebrows furrowing and lips opening into one gasp after another as he moved his gaze between you and his length.

“Is that even a–” He groaned before he was able to finish his sentence when you pressed the vibrator to the sensitive head of his cock lightly. With his hips bucking up and you pressing them back down into the bed with a small grin tugging at your lips, Seokmin panted heavily. His voice was as shaky as his body when he finally managed to answer you. “Is that even a question, holy shit.”

The smirk wouldn’t leave your face, but you didn’t mind. The sight was getting a bit too much, though, so rather than just being on your knees next to Seokmin, you sat on his left thigh and leaned down to kiss his chest. Being so close to his head, you could hear just how heavy yet shallow his breath was, although the quivering and heaving of his chest was quite a good indicator, too.

Allowing your tongue to glide on Seokmin’s toned chest, you took the vibrator off his cock and turned the power a bit higher. It wasn’t much stronger - you weren’t sure how much he could handle, so you didn’t dare to put it too high - but you could immediately hear and see the difference.

First you just dragged the toy up his inner thigh, which had both of his legs shaking. Considering that you were snugly sitting on one, it was quite an experience for you, too, with his leg stimulating your most sensitive parts in a way that almost got you distracted from the task at hand. Once you had collected yourself again, you pressed the vibrator back against Seokmin’s cock, ripping a strangled moan from him.

“Please, pleasepleaseplease,” he whimpered, his legs still shaking and his arms writhing as he struggled to keep his hips pressed to the mattress. It did impress you how well he was able to do that either way. You sat back up and licked your lips, adoring the sight in front of you. It had been quite a while since the last time you had seen him as such a desperate mess. If you weren’t mistaken, the last time had been when you had played around with his hands tied and a cock ring at the base of his length, and you had taken your sweet time bringing him to what you knew to be the most intense orgasm of his life, at least up til then.

“Please what?” you asked, the faux innocence of your voice in conflict with how you were starting to move your hips on his thigh, or how you teased the head of his cock with the merest tip of the vibrator. It was starting to get a bit sticky with his pre-cum, which only turned you on more.

“I don’t even know,” Seokmin admitted with another hiss as his hips bucked up, which alone almost made you moan, too.

You didn’t say anything back to him, and instead just continued moving the toy around his cock. You went up and down slowly, each and every reaction and noise coming from Seokmin registering in your senses. The shaking of his legs, the quietly uttered profanities, the thin layer of sweat that was starting to gather on his neck, the gradually increasing restlessness of his hips…

It was perfect.

With your fingers moving on Seokmin’s toned upper body again, you brought your fingers that were on the vibrator to the bottom, where you could adjust the settings. Seokmin was grunting quietly almost at a regular pace now, and you cleared your throat. “Do you still want to try stronger?”

He lifted his head from the soft pillow he had buried it into, panting, and nodded.

“Remember not to come until I give you the permission,” you mumbled with a smile and leaned down to kiss your boyfriend at the same time as you turned the power even higher. His loud moan was caught by your lips, and the contracting of his abs didn’t go unnoticed by your fingers.

Oh, how you were enjoying the situation, and definitely not only because his thigh proved out to be almost better than a vibrator, still continuously shaking underneath you and rubbing against you. “I’m not sure if I say this enough, but god do I love your thighs.”

Seokmin chuckled at your mumbled words against his lips, and you pulled back from the kiss. Before you were able to retreat too much, Seokmin called your name. Raising your eyebrows in question, you brought the vibrator to the base of his cock.

“I’m… could we…” It was obvious he was trying to find the strength to both form a full sentence without his voice giving in too much and to say something. You kissed his neck lightly, and in an attempt to help him out a little, moved the toy away from him altogether. At that, Seokmin let out an almost relieved sigh. “Do you think we could try that inside, too?”

To say you were a bit blown away by the question would be an understatement, but judging by the pleading look on Seokmin’s face, he was not kidding.


“I’ve heard it feels good, especially if you find the right spot,” he explained quickly, still appearing as determined and serious as ever. You nodded slowly and played with the thought a little, and as soon as the image of Seokmin riding out an orgasm like that, you were sold - not that you would’ve rejected the idea otherwise, either.

“Yeah, sure,” you said hurriedly and turned the toy off before putting it aside for a while. You leaned down to kiss him again, one of your hands cupping his cheek and your tongue tickling his lips. “I’ll untie your ankles.”

He kissed you back hungrily, visibly frustrated that he couldn’t have his hands on you while doing so, but nodded either way. The kiss didn’t end too soon, though, as you took your time calming him down a little while enjoying the passionate kisses, where you got to be the more dominant party with your tongue dancing with his and your hands moving on his body.

“Alright,” you said dazedly when you had broken away from the kiss, and although you were hesitant to leave his thigh, you stood up and untied Seokmin’s ankles and got lube from the very same box where you kept your toys. You knew Seokmin had some somewhere, too, but you thought it was easier to just get your own than look for his.

Within the short time you had spent getting the lube, Seokmin had gotten his feet pressed on the mattress and his knees bent, legs open. While the sight was on the rarer side, it was definitely inviting, and you felt blood rushing to your lower body as you returned to the bed.

“Do you think two fingers is enough?” you asked while opening the cap of the tube of lube and eyeing the vibrator on the bed, trying to figure out how much prepping was necessary; the toy was by no means big, but then again you also knew that there was no such thing as too much prepping. Seokmin looked thoughtful, and you smiled at how thrilled he seemed about the prospect of having something tickling his prostate.

“Ah, uh,” he muttered, and laughed a bit nervously. You stroked his knee gently in an attempt to reassure him. “Let’s go with two, but if it looks like it, add a third?”

You nodded and took a comfortable position on the bed between his legs and squeezed some lube onto your fingers. Seokmin shuddered when you smeared some of it around his hole and began teasing his tight rim with the merest tip of your forefinger, which wasn’t all that difficult to slide inside. As soon as you heard his breath hitch, you brought your free hand to his cock and stroked him to distract him from the intrusion.

Little by little, you slid your finger in and wiggled it a little before just keeping it in place while your other hand was on Seokmin’s length. He was tense around the digit, but eventually his contorted features began relaxing, much like his hole relaxed around your finger. The first slow thrusts had him hissing, but you took your time making him relaxed and focusing more on the pleasure by kissing his inner thighs and moving your fingers on his cock.

With the hisses turning into quiet moans, you got some more lube on your fingers and began easing a second finger in slowly once you had stretched him enough. He hissed again, which you only took as a sign to continue stroking him steadily. It took a while, but eventually you had three fingers moving slowly in and out of him, and he was moaning and his toes were curling when your fingertips massaged his prostate.

While dragging your lips on his shaft, you slowly pulled your fingers out of him and wiped them on a tissue you grabbed from your nightstand. Seokmin panted and relaxed on the bed, but got attentive again when he could see you reaching for the vibrator.

“So you’re gonna like, put it in now?” Seokmin asked, his head raised a little so that he could see at least something of what was going on. You smiled and stroked his thigh while nodding.

“Kinda, yeah,” you replied with a soft chuckle, and began teasing his slick hole with the tip of the vibrator, which you had gotten a nice amount of lube on. With the earlier prepping, the conveniently sized vibrator slid in without too much of a problem, although you did see and feel Seokmin tense up. Your hand moved soothingly up and down his thigh, and soon you wrapped your fingers around his cock again, stroking it steadily.

“That feels kinda good,” he grunted, his eyes still shut, and bucked his hips up on instinct. A grin spread to your lips as you ran your thumb over the head of his dick while languidly moving the vibrator, still off, inside of him. The noises that left his pretty, parted lips went straight between your legs.

“Oh, yeah?” you chuckled and turned your head so that you could press a kiss to Seokmin’s right thigh and nibble on the sensitive skin lightly. “Well, baby, it’ll only get better from here.”

The smirk on his face was absolutely beautiful, and you loved the way it quickly transformed into an ‘o’ when you turned the vibrator on and slid it out of him before pushing it back in slowly, searching for his prostate.

“Shit,” Seokmin breathed heavily, his toes curling and legs starting to quiver; when his back arched and he let out a loud groan, you could deduce you had found what you were looking for.

It was fascinating, really, to see the effect it had on him to have a vibrator pressed against his prostate. He was unable to be silent and his body could hardly stay still - even if he was able to keep his hips somewhat down, his chest was heaving and abs contracting, and his cock was occasionally twitching with the stimulation you were giving him.

All in all, you could hardly keep your hands off yourself.

You took your time like that, stroking Seokmin in different places. If your hand wasn’t on his length, it was on his stomach, thigh or ass, while you kept the vibrator mostly still. Seokmin’s cheeks were even more flushed than they had been before, and he could barely be silent for more than a second as his lips continued letting out moans, grunts and hisses.

“You look beautiful like this,” you said, voice almost shaky with lust, and took Seokmin’s cock into your hand to swirl your forefinger on his slit. He had a small pool of pre-cum on his stomach by now, and his hips bucked up immediately when you touched him.

“I-I bet you would, too,” he managed, his lower body tensing with the build-up of his orgasm while he pictured you in his position. He groaned desperately as he held it back, which was gradually getting more difficult with how swollen his prostate was and how damn needy he was for his climax. If nothing else told it, it had to be the way you could start hearing “Please” through his noises.

You bent down and kissed him at the base of his length, your eyes staring at his face intently. “You can cum now, baby.”

With a long groan and his hips bucking up high, Seokmin began releasing onto his stomach and your fingers while you stroked him through it, the toy still vibrating against his spot. He was squirming as pleasure washed all over him, and a blissful smile spread to his lips. You took in the way the cum covered his skin, the way his facial muscles began relaxing little by little but his abs continued to tense, and the way his eyes began fluttering open, only to shut again when he began whimpering with how sensitive he was. Smiling to yourself, you sat up and let the vibrator slide out of him with ease, your hand leaving his sensitive length alone, too.

“Thank you,” Seokmin said breathlessly, his legs falling straight again. You put the toy down on the tissue you had wiped your fingers on earlier and moved up on the bed, freeing Seokmin’s wrists and kissing them before lying down next to him.

“I’m glad to see you enjoyed it,” you purred and leaned down to kiss him while your hand slid between his legs and you circled his clenching hole with your finger lightly. “I assume this won’t be a one-time thing?”

He thought for a while and pecked your lips, an almost sheepish smile climbing to his lips. “Probably not, if that’s fine.”

You nodded with a smile and were about to say something when Seokmin had already flipped you over and was sitting lightly on top of your thighs, looking down at you with intense eyes. His fingers began sliding underneath your shirt. “Would you be in for some experimenting, too?”

Running your hands up and down on Seokmin’s thighs before wrapping them around his neck and pulling him down, you smirked. “Some other time, sure. Right now I just need you to make me cum.”

And he did. Twice.

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Evenings (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by dailyfantasticbeastsgifs

For the wonderful @bringmetomnow who requested: Newt is watching reader caring for his animals (them being best friends) and he is so full of love that he just blurts out he loves her? Lots of fluff and touchy-kissy stuff.

Words: ~1200

Rating: You may overdose on fluff…sorry not sorry. <3

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Evenings were Newt’s absolute favorite.

It became tradition that the two of you would savor each other’s company over a candlelit dinner before setting to work feeding and caring for the creatures in the case, the night ending with you both usually falling asleep on the cot in the small shack while working on writing and illustrating Newt’s magical beasts manual. Though you would always scold him with well-intentions to eat a proper meal before he got lost performing the neverending tasks in the case, Newt knew you were just as eager to see the creatures and care for them as needed.   

Currently occupied with the task of constructing a new Occamy nest to accommodate for some new hatchlings that were on the way, Newt couldn’t help but ponder if he would ever gather the courage to tell you his true feelings for you one of these nights. He bit his bottom lip in concentration as he wrapped the tubular vegetation into tightly weaved circles, layer after layer.

He paused abruptly at the sound of your melodious voice that drifted through the doorway, the sound almost hypnotic, drawing Newt out of the humble shack to find you tending to the Bowtruckles that riddled the small tree, peeping anxiously.

“I’m here, it’s alright,” you hushed lovingly, successfully calming and quieting the chirping beasts as they acknowledged your presence. “Now let me see that limping leg of yours,” you cooed, reaching out a hand with your palm faced down, coaxing a little green creature to scurry across your fingers and perch on your knuckles, it’s left twig-leg dragging along. You gave a sympathetic pout, already reaching for the bandages and miniature splint you had prepared. “Oh you poor thing, hold still…”

His nest-building task long forgotten, Newt rested his chin in his hand as he leaned an elbow against the Eurumpent’s wooden platform, observing you from a comfortable distance.

The magizoologist listened in satisfaction as Graphorns snorted while gorging themselves on the recently thrown meal in the sandy enclosure, the Nundu giving a mighty growl from its rocky perch as the Mooncalves emerged from their burrows to chirp and blink their large blue eyes at the ascending moon, such harmony between every creature that made pride swell in Newt’s chest. The creatures that resided here were his best friends, but with your involvement, they all had become family, your influence rejuvenating the warmth and spirits in the case of creatures.

He watched as you ever-so-gently wrapped the carefully crafted splint around the small Bowtruckle’s leg, tongue poking out in concentration as you secured the bandages to keep the injured limb in place, but allow for movement at the joint. Newt saw how precise and cautiously aware you were of the precious life in your hands, your appreciation and love for the creatures apparent in your daily actions of maternal maintenance and caregiving.

Newt couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as you gushed over the gleefully squeaking Bowtruckle, giving small praises. “There we go, good as new,” You commented encouragingly, gingerly setting the Bowtruckle down onto a low branch, You giggled at a Billywig that buzzed by, twittering merrily as it circled your head a few times, sending your H/C locks flowing in a brisk breeze before whizzing away toward the Erumpent enclosure. It lead your gaze to your favorite wizard who strode toward you, looking to you in admiration.

A sense of adoration washed over Newt as he observed the way you interacted with his creatures, all of whom he now called “our” creatures since you had stumbled into his life. Your E/C eyes sparkled in the bright sun rays that beamed down and coated you in a heavenly glow, as if to purposely flaunt you as the main exhibit.

You, his favorite creature of them all. And you were his.

Newt was fully aware he was smitten. Completely, unashamedly, uncontrollably in love to where he devoted every smile, every breath, every heartbeat to you and you only.  

“I think the Bowtruckles really like me now,” you whispered secretively with a smile as you looked up to Newt with an endearing expression of excitement. “And I finally got the Niffler to give me back my earrings, though I still can’t find my—”

Though he mentally reprimanded himself for it, Newt had stopped fully listening to your ramblings to admire the look of enchantment you possessed in the presence of the creatures as well as himself, gazing up at him with captivating E/C eyes that reflected such compassion and joviality.

He figured you must have noticed the dreamy glaze over his herbal eyes as you paused in your small speech, expression turning to one of humor, though your brow furrowed in slight concern. “Newt, everything okay?”

Oh, the way you looked to him with so much fondness and devotion. Newt’s floodgates opened, the words spilling from his mouth, wholehearted and sweet like dripping honey, “Merlin’s beard, I love you…” His lean arms snaked around your waist, lifting you up into a spin that made you squeal in surprise and giggle in delight.

As soon as Newt set you down his hands flew up to delicately caress your face. He tenderly kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, trailing up your jaw to the shell of your ear, effectively showering you in affection that made your chest bubble in pleasure.

“You are…so…perfect,” he murmured sincerely between kisses, your cheeks flushing in response to such bold flattery. You faintly pondered what brought on such spontaneous demonstration of passion from the otherwise timid wizard, though you certainly weren’t about to complain. You couldn’t hold back the giggles that erupted from the sensation of Newt’s cinnamon-dusted amber curls sweeping against your skin as his freckled nose brushed against yours lovingly.

His eyes reflected a much deeper, passionate green, like that of churning ocean waves in a thunderstorm. “What ever did I do to deserve such a goddess?” He purred fondly, more to himself than anything else as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear and continued to study your features as though you were fine art.

You shook your head with a chuckle at his breathless, revering words. Giving it careful thought, you answered truthfully, “You exist, and that’s more than enough for me.”

Newt gave a slow exhale of awe as he attempted to form some sort of response, finding himself at loss for words. A grin cracked across his freckled face as he chuckled elatedly, seafoam eyes shimmering with mirth as he engulfed you into a warm embrace, nestling his head into the crook of your neck.

A smile of satisfaction pulled at your lips as you inhaled Newt’s comforting scent of fresh soil and rainwater, with a touch of vanilla. You rubbed soothing circles along his back, feeling his arms hug you tighter as you pressed your lips to his exposed neck with soft murmurs of your own reciprocations interweaved with sweet nothings.

You felt Newt’s unmistakable smirk of contentment against the curvature of your neck as he sighed fondly, freckled fingers tracing down your spine as his eyes fluttered shut blissfully. The night peacefully drifted on, the two of you snugly relaxed in one another’s embrace as polar-white stars shimmered from above, bathing the contents of the case in divinely pale light.

Evenings in your arms became Newt’s absolute favorite.

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Walking on Moonlight

Word Count: 2218



Killua grounds his teeth together. “I’m not mad.”

Gon hums. “Okay. But, you know, you kind of sound like you are, so-”

“Gon!” Killua snaps- for real, this time. “I am not mad, okay?! I’m just. Kind of…”


This is a fic written for my friend Kaz, aka @softkillua! I told him ages ago that I would write him anything for his birthday today and this was his request! This is a killugon trans crew au in which killua is transgender male and Gon is generfluid- you can find more about this universe in Kaz’s sideblog @thehxh-transcrewau! And lastly, this fic was beta’d by the kind and wonderful @murderxbaby, thank you so much for helping out with this!

I hope you like this Kaz it was a pleasure to write with your characters ^-^ and I wish you a very happy and wonderful birthday!!!!! Eat all the cake haha

P.S. Check out shimmy-sham’s beautiful artwork to go along with this fic!!!

The walk is silent.

Not awkward, really, because things can never actually be awkward when it comes to the two of them spending time together. They know each other too well for that. But the walk is still quiet and kind of weird, and Killua is already more flustered than he would like admit after the events that occurred in the past few hours.

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Concert Nerves Pt.3 - Luke Hemmings

A/N: So this is the actual final installment of this little series, sorry for dragging it on for so long. Enjoy!

‘Y/N,’ It’s reverent, shocked but full of awe. The others begin to leave the room, taking your friend with them, you hardly notice, your eyes are locked on Luke’s blue ones. He takes a step forward, slowly tentatively. ‘What are you doing here?’ he asks you, his usually bright and happy voice is raw and broken. 

‘I live here.’ you explain for the second time this evening, looking at your shoes, too afraid to look at him. ‘Y/N’ he says again, stepping forward and lifting your chin with his forefinger gently. Looking into his eyes, hearing his voice, feeling his soft touch on your skin forces you to your knees. ‘I’m so sorry Luke.’ you sob, on your knees in front of him you cry for all the mistakes you made when you were with him and the biggest mistake you ever made when you left him. 

He drops his bag and towel that he was holding, falling to his knees in front of you. He grabs your hands in his, holding them in his large ones gently but firmly. ‘Why are you here?’ he asks gently again. You take a deep breathe looking at him properly, giving him the explanation he was owed nearly a year earlier. ‘I’m so sorry Luke, know that I have never stopped loving you. I got a promotion that I couldn’t not take. I knew I couldn’t be who you needed me to be, I couldn’t support you and I knew you say we could make it, and I knew you would convince me. I couldn’t let you do that. You deserve better than this, you don’t have much free time and I didn’t wan’t you to feel like you needed to spend time seeing me, the time you need to spend relaxing not traveling when you already spend so much time traveling. I’m so sorry Luke, just know that I still love you more than anything in the world, I’ll never stop loving you and that’s why I did what I did, it’s not excusable but I hope you can understand why I did it.’ You bow your head again, your piece finished, you are worn out, exhausted, you don’t know how Luke will respond to all this but if nothing else you hope he can finally have some closure. 

You hear a choked noise come from the back of Luke’s throat and you look up at him, tears spilling down his cheeks. ‘I’m so sorry Luke.’ You say again, leaning you to brush away the tears on his face. He presses his face into your palm gently closing his eyes briefly. ‘I love you Y/N, I understand your reasons but you needed to tell me, of course I would have helped you figure something out, I love you more than anything, I know we’re supposed to support each other but I don’t need you to give up your dreams for mine. We can work through this,  give us another chance please Y/N, I can’t do this without knowing you’re in my corner, you don’t need to be here physically but I need you in my life again. We can make it I promise.’ He looks at you with such hope and calm assurance you find yourself nodding. ‘I’m sorry Luke, I love you so much, I’ll always be in your corner, always,.’ you remind him gazing into his blue eyes, making sure he knows you’re always going to be his biggest fan in everything he does. ‘Everyone makes mistakes Y/N, mine was not finding you when you left, but you’re here now and I;m not going to let you go again.’ He stands pulling you with him gently. He folds you against him in the arms you’ve missed so deeply for so long. Looking up at him in awe, arms still tightly around each other he bends and kisses you so passionately you know he’s missed you as much as you’ve missed him. 

You break apart slowly closing your eyes in bliss. ‘Thank you Luke, I don’t deserve you.’ you say still tucked into his chest tightly. ‘Babe, you broke up with me because you thought I deserved better, you deserve me and so much more my love.’ You squeeze him a little tighter, a smile on your face securely, the happiest you’ve been in almost a year. 

‘We better let them back in, I’m sure they’re all busting to know what we decided.’ You say with a little laugh. Luke laughs a little too, pulling you with him to the couch, lowering his mouth to just above your ear. ‘Let them sweat a little longer.’ He whispers huskily pulling you on top of him on the couch. You kiss him, loving the feel of him against you. Breaking away you laugh, running a finger down his jaw until you end up cupping his cheek. ‘You’re forgetting I live here now, I have a very nice apartment in the city, it won’t take us long, I’ve missed you so fucking much, I’m not doing this on a gross venue couch.’ He laughs, helping you before standing eagerly. ‘Let’s get going then, I’m in London for a week before the next date.’ He says picking up his stuff, hand firmly in yours. 

He opens the door finding the others laughing together, Michael is clearly enjoying your friend’s company. You wouldn’t be surprised if she left with his number. The grin on both your faces says everything they need to know. ‘Yes! My favourite couple, god I love you both so much, I’m so happy for you two!’ Ashton exclaims happily. The others smile warmly as you stand there, hand in hand, shoulders touching. ‘Well, it’s late we better get going.’ Calum says motioning towards the doors. ‘If you guys want to get something to drink, I know a place that’s really good, I’d love to take you all.’ Your friend offers with a little smile. ‘Yes, that would be great, let’s go!’ Michael agrees immediately. Calum and Ashton share a look before agreeing too. ‘We might just head back to my place, catch up a bit, but Luke says you have the week here so we’ll definitely be catching up heaps.’ You say huging everyone goodbye. You squeeze Michael whispering in his ear, ‘Be good.’ you release him with a wink. Calum and Ashton both hug you goodnight, you thank Calum profusely, kissing him softly on the cheek. You give your friend a quick hug, ‘go babe, he’s lot’s of fun.’ 

You follow Luke to collect the rest of his things before hailing a cab and heading home. You’re the happiest you’ve been in a long time, your hand snugly in the one person’s you love more than anything in the world, heading home with him, hope in your hearts. 

Let me love you

Originally posted by aborddelimpala

Sam Winchester was by far the sexiest person you had ever seen in your entire life.  No man or woman ever had a chance against him.  

From the day you met him he made your panties slick with arousal.

You held out for him. You wanted him to be the next and only person you slept with, so you waited; hoping that one day he would see how much you loved him.

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Imagine Jack Harkness asking you out.

You blushed bright red as the man pulled you against him, one arm snugly around your waist. He leaned towards you, “I like to think of myself as a criminal,” his tone was low and sultry and your flush deepened.

“I bet you do,” you laughed nervously, completely unsure of what to do in this situation. You had zero experience with this sort of thing. You had never been in a relationship before. You couldn’t even remember a time when someone had paid this much attention to you, flirting or otherwise. You were totally out of your element alongside someone who practically exuded confidence.

Jack continued to dance slowly, his body warm against yours. Your face must have been bright red as you tried to mirror his movements awkwardly. He leaned down so his lips hovered by your ear, hot breath raising goosebumps across your flesh, “Feeling shy?”

You drew a shuddering breath, butterflies filling your stomach, “Maybe a little bit.”

“Maybe we should get to know each other better. How does dinner sometime sound?”

Gif Credit: Jack

Go To Sleep 4

The berths weren’t all that large, they were built for utility and not leisure. The berths on the Lost Light could accommodate one Megatron snugly, or one Skids with some extra room, or two Nightbeats that didn’t mind getting cozy, or about four-to-six Rungs depending on how you arranged them. The point is that Ultra Magnus occupied one (1) whole berth by himself. This was fine up until Swerve was a regular fixture in his room.

“It’s fine! I’ll just sleep on top of you,” Swerve suggested cheerfully.

But Swerve not only woke Magnus with all his rolling around, he managed to roll off Magnus and right on to the floor. He insisted that he was fine and they could certainly give this method another go. Worried for his small companion, Magnus refused and spent the night in a different berth.

“Okay, next to you then!” Swerve wanted this to work.

Want, sadly, didn’t cause things to happen. Magnus tried sleeping on his side to allow room for Swerve, but he ended up falling over in his sleep and crushing his partner.

“I can be a pillow!” Magnus found Swerve’s enthusiasm to be one of his most endearing traits.

So, Swerve lay on the top of the berth with Magnus’ head on his stomach. Between the wall and all of Magnus’ weight, Swerve couldn’t roll around. That was the only positive. Swerve was a lousy pillow and Magnus was a lousy…bot to have lay on you. No one was comfortable.

Swerve smiled, though he looked at the ground. “I can sleep in the other berth, we don’t have to share.”

Magnus picked up Swerve and placed a kiss on his forehead before placing him on the berth. “I believe we are both overthinking this problem.”

After setting Swerve down, Magnus powered down his armor and Minimus stepped out. With some minimal assistance, he climbed on to the berth alongside Swerve.

“We have more than enough room like this,” Minimus smiled.

Swerve pulled the smaller bot into a fierce hug, rolling around the berth which now had extra space.

It still didn’t fix Swerve’s inability to lay still.

[fic] flying planes with paper wheels to the same Achilles’ heels

For someone who claims to want no part in the idea of soulmates, Annabeth’s life seems to revolve around it quite often.

(Have a soulmates!AU for my 800 followers mark fic. Sorry I haven’t been active as often recently. Uni is kicking my ass so hard this year.

Trigger warning for suicide of a minor character. It isn’t explicit but still.) 

In this life, there is only one person who gets to be your other half, and this is decided the moment you are born.

At birth, each person is Marked with something similar to a tattoo on their body. It can be an inscription, an image, or even something as straightforward as a full name. Whatever it is, the Mark is supposed to lead you to your soulmate.

Annabeth Chase does not believe in the concept of soulmates.

To her, having her other half decided for her the moment she was born isn’t hopeful or reassuring like those stupid soulmate commercials peg it as. To her, it’s suffocating and controlling. It’s Fate and the universe trying to take her choices away from her. 

So she tells herself that, no, she will not look for her soulmate. In fact, a small part of her even wants to swear that she won’t end up with her soulmate, just to prove a point. Whenever she tells people about this, they give her bemused looks, like they thought she was breaking some sort of unspoken law.

Well, she has always been a little rebellious; what difference does this make?

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Homecoming (Afterward universe)

AN: This one-shot takes place following the end of Afterward, with Sara in the hospital. If you’ve read that fic, you’ll be all caught up to speed.

Originally posted by tobias-eaton

Michael entered the hospital room quietly, Henry cradled snugly along one lean forearm, the handle of the infant car seat gripped in his opposite hand. He set the seat down next to the bed. “it’s time,” he told Sara softly.

She shook her head in futile protest, reaching out for Henry. He placed him in her arms, settling down next to her on the edge of the bed. She bent her face to the baby, breathing him in.

“Take a minute,” he said, a hand on her knee.

She sighed into Henry’s soft neck, then situated him in her lap. She smiled down at him, but the emotion didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Cute outfit.”

Michael smiled back at them both. “I thought so.” He’d dressed him in a onesie Sara’s co-workers at the clinic had given them, with blue elephants marching across Henry’s stomach. “Why do we assume babies like circus animals again?”

He felt gratified when this made Sara laugh. “I have no idea. I would think they’d be kind of terrifying, actually.” She touched the edge of the little blue beanie cap on Henry’s head, worrying the hem. Her smile faded. “I should be going with you.”

Michael squeezed her free hand. It was burdened by only two remaining IV lines, which they had been promised would come out soon. “Of course you should be. But you’ll only be a few days behind us.”

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I have been searching for a better way to store nendoroid boxes, and I’ve finally found the right container! :DD

Got these 64 litre boxes from Amazon with internal dimensions of approx 60 x 38 x 28 cm. The internal surfaces are all flat, no concave spots!!!! You can fit 14 nendos snugly in one box with minimal wasted space!

The only issue is, the clear plastic offers no sun protection. :/ It’s not a problem if you store them in a suitable space, but I’m putting mine in the conservatory which can get very sunny at times. I have slipped some A2 size paper into each box, to cover up the outward facing sides to keep them from the sun. You could get the box in opaque black, but they look shitty and is more expensive lol. (The nicer navy one is also opaque but double the price so no thanks)

So that’s sorted for nendoroids!! But scale figure boxes are still a pain. They are so bulky, you can’t fit many in one box (+ there’d be excess gaps). Pile them on the shelf, and they’d quickly be covered with dust and spider webs. :/  

Russian Roulette - Chapter 5 - Finale

→ Reader x Sehun

→ After a fateful meeting with a very shady, dark, young man bearing the name Tao, you’re sent out on a fatal mission: wooing Tao’s good friend and assistant Sehun, into leaving his fiancee.

→ Warnings: Slight violence.

Word count: 1,9K

Several rushed knocks sounded on my door.

The earlier morning still buzzed trough my veins like adrenaline and just when I had calmed down, the knuckles against wood sounding into my apartment only set it going again. After Sehun fell asleep last night without much more words, I left his apartment. Forget the mission for once- I just wanted my pride. I felt used; I felt like a prostitute, and although I knew that it wasn’t that bad, I still couldn’t help my feelings. And I suppose Sehun couldn’t either.

I felt his sudden excitement when Sera sent him that message- I could feel it.

“Day 9: Victim is almost mine. Competition for his affection has surfaced.”

I played the voice tape over and over again the whole ride home, listening to my oh-so casual voice, as if I wasn’t just emotionally destroyed. I tried to play it cool as I recorded it, but I remembered the tears that were already running down and staining my face.

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