#Shampoo Bag Packing Machine

[kirsty-bytes]

The day at the beach had been colder than expected, with a biting wind that turned your bare shoulders into a field of goosebumps. You hadn’t packed right—too confident in the forecast. So as you sat curled in on yourself, hugging your knees, watching the waves roll in while the rest of the class played in the surf.

“Hey,” came a voice, familiar and casual. “You look sad and cold.”

You looked up to find Hanta Sero standing over you, smiling with that easy charm he always seemed to carry .

“I—I’m okay,” you lied, teeth practically chattering.

He raised a brow, then in one smooth motion peeled off his shirt—an old black band tee with a faded logo, a tear in the sleeve, and soft wear along the collar—and tossed it over your head. “Take it. I run hot anyway.”

You sat there stunned, tangled in warmth and fabric and… him. It smelled like citrus shampoo and something faintly earthy, and that was it—you were doomed. That was the moment you fell harder.

You never gave the shirt back and you never pretended to.

At first, you meant to. But then it lingered on your desk then, migrated to your bed. And before you knew it, it became your comfort object—sometimes worn to sleep, sometimes clutched like a pillow. It was your little piece of him.

Which was why, when Class 1-A’s laundry rotation came around and your room was forcefully purged of all clothing items by a determined Yaoyorozu, panic set in.

You tore through your drawers and rummaged under your bed. The shirt was gone.

Momo blinked calmly as you approached her, breathless. “Yaoyorozu, where did you put my laundry bag?”

“I sorted everyone’s clothes by label. Yours should be in the one of the machines on the left.”

“Are you sure?” you pressed, trying not to sound as desperate as you felt. “There was a black shirt—old, a little beat up, smells like boyish and wee…earthy—”

Momo gave you a look, “I didn’t see anything like that.”

“Fuck—it’s important, okay?” Flustered and unhinged, you charged through the dorm halls. But on your way to the laundry room, you passed the common area—and nearly died.

Because there was Bakugou Katsuki, casually wiping down the arm of the couch with something bunched up and suspiciously dark.

Your soul left your body.

“WAIT—WHAT ARE YOU WIPING WITH?!”

He glared at you mid-swipe, asking or rather questioning, “What the fuck are you screeching about?”

You lunged, snatched the fabric from his hand, and unfolded it with trembling fingers, only to find it was just an old rag, not his shirt. You exhaled, flopped back in relief, and promptly chucked the cloth over your shoulder but in the process, it hit Bakugou in the face.

“You wanna DIE?!”

“Sorry! It’s a crisis—not important!” you yelled over your shoulder, already sprinting down the hallway.

The laundry room was a battlefield itself. There were detergent spills, mystery socks, half-folded shirts abandoned. You combed through every machine, cursed every missing load, and even dove behind the dryers. That’s where you spotted it—crumpled and forlorn inside the back of a dryer drum.

“Yes,” you whispered dramatically, reaching in like you were grabbing a priceless relic. Only, in true cliche fashion , your sweater caught on the dryer lip. You tugged once, twice and got stuck.

“Shit.” Great, here was the start of an embarrassing memory. So there you were, half your body swallowed by the machine, ass in the air, arms flailing—and in walked help or rather, Sero.

“…Okay,” he said after a pause. “Do I wanna know?”

You squeaked. “I’m fine!”

“You’re literally halfway inside a dryer.”

“I’m pulling something out.”

He crouched next to your visible body, laughing under his breath. “Do I need to call support? Or Kaminari?”

“No! God, no. Last thing I need is him filming this for the group chat or worse, pornhub.”

His gaze peered in to the crumpled shirt in your trapped hand. “Wait. Is that my old band tee?”

You froze.

“You still have that?” he asked, surprise blooming across his face. “I thought I lost that ages ago.” You stared at the shirt’s frayed edges, the rip in the back, and the faint, lingering scent of him that somehow hadn’t fully washed out. You made sure it didn’t.

“…Yeah,” you admitted, voice low. “It’s kind of special to me.”

He tilted his head, curiosity sparkling. “Why?”

You glanced at him, heart stammering. “Because that was the first time you talked to me.”

His smile softened, eyes flickering with something unreadable for a moment. Then he rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks slightly pink.

“I talk to you a lot now,” he said, voice a little quieter.

“You do,” you murmured.

He reached forward to help untangle your sweater, fingers brushing your waist lingering a beat longer than necessary. As he pulled, the shirt gave a dramatic rip on one of the dryer’s side, practically disintegrating in your hands.

You stared at the torn cloth, mournful. “My shirt…”

Sero winced. “RIP.” You two sat there in the aftermath, surrounded by lint and his hand still lightly on your knee. He looked at the remains of the shirt, then at you. “You really liked that old thing?”

“It wasn’t just a shirt,” you said, curling the scraps to your chest. “It was yours.” His gaze locked on yours, more intense now. A pause stretched between them, heavier than before.

“…You want another one?” he asked, voice softer.

You blinked. “What?”

“I’ve got a closet full of dumb shirts. I mean, most aren’t dryer-proof, apparently. But I’ll let you pick. Hell, take a few.”

Your eyes widened, and your mouth opened slightly. “Are you… sure?”

His grin grew. “Think of it as a limited edition sleepwear collection by yours truly.”

You burst out laughing, warmth blooming in your chest. “I’d be honored.” He offered his hand, pulling you up with a slight tug, faces inches apart. Neither of you moved immediately and his palm didn’t drop from yours.

You smiled, nervous and giddy all at once. “You are aware of what you’re doing if you give me all your shirts right? I mean it looks like we’re dating.”

“Yea I know,” he said, with a chuckle. “Guess you’ll just have to come by sometime and grab a few replacements.”

Your heart skipped, his answer direct of what he intends.

“…You’re trouble.” you said, shaking your head.

He winked, smiling, “Only to emotionally attached girls in dryers.” You shoved him playfully, but didn’t let go of his hand.

And just like that, your favorite shirt might’ve been destroyed—but something else had just begun, you got the boy.

[teamchasezwrites]

For Your Eyes Only

Word Count: 10,444

Characters: Roman Reigns/OC/Damian Priest

Genre: Smut

Tags: Sexually Explicit Content, Throuple, Threesome(But One Isn’t There), Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Filming of Said Sex, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Praise (But Not A Kink), Basically Porn Guys

Summary: Damian is feeling lonely on the overseas trip. Luckily his partners knew just how to help.

Author’s Note: I have no idea where this came from. None. I just… enjoy!

The soft schnick of the door closing followed Damian into his hotel room. The hotel was nearly quiet in the late hour. The hum of the elevator running stragglers like him to their respective floors. The soft falls of someone walking in the room above him. The loud bang of a door from an inconsiderate patron. The rumbling of the ice machine further down and the clanging as someone filled a bucket.

He propped his suitcase along the wall next to the table. A quick roll of his shoulder had the black back pack falling down his arm until he slung it on the table. The first thing he did was open the front zippered compartment and withdraw his phone charger.

The room was dark, but his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he was able to make his way to the bedside table. The lamp housed an outlet as well as USB connectors. He used the outlet for his charger and plugged it in the same time as he twisted the knob on the lamp. The room filled with a yellowish glow.

Back at his backpack, he opened the main compartment and pulled out his headphones and the corresponding charger as well as his portable battery. He plugged them both into the outlet on the lamp at the table. Then he grabbed the two water bottles he swiped from catering. One went next to the bed and the other went into the small fridge sitting on the floor next to the bathroom door. A small coffee station sat on the counter above it. On the final riffle through, he made sure to once again check for his wallet and passport. He put eyes on them right before leaving the arena and he was never without his bag on the ride to the hotel, but he tended to get a little anal about that stuff on overseas trips. Losing his passport, while not catastrophic, would surely ruin the entire trip.

Moving the backpack out of the way, Damian lifted the suitcase from the floor and put it on the table. He slid the zipper all the way around before lifting the flap. His toiletry kit sat on top and he took it out along with a clean pair of briefs. At the house show tonight in Dortmund, he was in a fatal four way match with LA Knight, Drew McIntyre, and Shinuske Nakamura. A fun match but definitely left him feeling it. His muscles ached.

He flicked the bathroom light on, frowning at the loud exhaust fan that whirled to life. Nothing he could do. It was attached to the light itself. He turned the shower on; the knob all the way to the left. While the water heated he unzipped the toiletry kit and pulled out his shampoo and body wash. The bottles bigger than the normal travel sized options. Needed considered he would be gone for two weeks. He already hit Spain yesterday for Smackdown. Tonight and tomorrow were house shows in two different German cities. Then he had a few days off before needing to be in Italy for the next Smackdown which a couple tour stops in Northern Ireland and England came after. A few days off again before Smackdown in London. Then home.

Finally.

He quickly stripped his clothes; pulling off the black hoodie and jeans he put on after changing from his ring gear at the arena. He pulled the black hair tie from his hair allowing it to fall down to his shoulders. He used to wrestle with it down, but now it spent the majority of the time twisted up into a bun. As he climbed into the shower, he combed his hand through his hair. His fingers scratched at the scalp.

The hot water felt amazing and he let it pelt his body. The decent pressure pulverizing a particular hard muscle on his shoulder. He titled his head back his hands gripping his shoulders, tucked in tight and just allowed the water to cascade over him. Between the match tonight and the match he had with Shinuske yesterday on Smackdown where Drew interfered, he was feeling a little beat up.

Lingering a few minutes longer, Damian finished his shower and shoved the curtain back. He grabbed the folded towel from the rack above the toilet and held it to his face. He took a second to breath before he continued drying himself off. When he was mostly dry, he knotted the white cotton towel around his waist. At the mirror he swiped his hand through the condensation and turned the sink on. Riffling through his toiletry kit again, he grabbed his toothpaste and tooth brushed.

As he brushed his teeth with one hand, his other was reaching back into the kit in search of his deodorant. This time the container was travel sized considering they lasted awhile and normally he was only gone 2-3 days depending on the city. He also pulled out his contact case and contact solution.

When he was finished Damian leaned over the sink to get closer to the mirror. He took his contacts out and put them in the case with a squirt of solution. Then took the towel from his waist and scrubbed it over his head again catching the last water droplets hanging onto the strands. He wiped the towel over his chest before hanging it on the hook behind the door. Slipping his briefs on, he hit the light switch plunging the room into darkness.

And silence.

The exhaust fan mercifully silent.

He tossed his dirty clothes onto his suitcase and snatched his phone from the table and pulled his glasses from the front compartment of his backpack before heading to bed. He pulled the covers back. Before he slid between then, he took a long swig of water from the bottle he placed there earlier.

A sigh escaped as his back hit the sheets and he relaxed into the mattress. He closed his eyes for a few minutes before he picked up his phone. It was late, but not too late. Closing in on midnight so he wouldn’t scroll for too much longer. The show tomorrow was only a couple hours away. The scheduled bus wasn’t supposed to leave until mid morning. That was great because it meant he didn’t have to be up super early in the morning.

The first thing he did on his phone was check his messages. He responded to Rhea thumbing up her request to meet up for breakfast in the morning. His brother asked if he was available to attend the Yankees season opener in a couple weeks since he nabbed some last minute tickets. He had to decline knowing he was supposed to be in London the following day. His brother responded quickly and they tried to nail down a game he could attend but with it being WrestleMania season and him being on Smackdown now, it was rough. There was nothing like a Friday night game under the lights. Those were out for the foreseeable future.

Then there was a message from Wren. His girlfriend. Opening it up he saw she sent a cluster of images. The first was of her in the pool, her arms folded on the concrete side. Big sunglasses on her face. Even bigger floppy hat on her head. The next photo she was sitting in a bright yellow floatie. Legs hanging over the side. Her arms thrown up wide. The hat was gone but the sunglasses were still there. Then there she was laying in one of the white chaise lounge chairs. The picture crisp enough to see the water droplets clinging to her body. The navy blue one piece molded to her body. A shadow, in the shape of the photographer, was cast over her. The angle made the person look eight foot tall, but he knew better.

The final photo was of legs. They floated out over the water from a seated position on the top step. Feet ducked into the water to mid calf. Each perfectly shaped from hours of gym time. One pair a soft ivory that refused to tan even after spending years in the Florida sun. Thighs soft and womanly he knew wrapped around his waist so well. Looked so pretty sitting in his shoulders.

The other pair were a nice brown. Bronzed from birth that somehow deepened in the summer months. Thick calves distorted in the rippling water. Equally thick thighs though rough with corse dark hair. Those thighs a deep contrast to the soft ones they were nestled on either side of. Like the small pair, he knew exactly how they felt wrapped around his waist. How the thigh muscles rippled when his fingers were dug into them when they were on either side of his head.

Heat covered his body. It started at his cock which started to fill and spread outward. Down his legs which moved lazily feeling the arousal starting to take hold. Up his belly and over his chest which flushed red. Down his arms to his fingers which tingled. Up his neck over his face and into his hair which prickled. Then all back down again to his cock plumping beneath his briefs.

‘You’re playing dirty Pajarito. Turning me on like this when I’m all by myself.’

‘What you are talking about? I just sent photos of soaking up the sun today.’

Damian gave a low chuckle at the return text. ‘Don’t play innocent with me. You knew exactly what you were doing.’

‘You’re saying just a photo of me turns you on? I didn’t even send the naughty ones.’

Damian moaned softly thinking about the risqué photos that could have been taken. The pool offered complete privacy. No nosy neighbors for miles. His hand slithered down his body. His fingers trailing a light touch on his chest. He cupped his cock over the cotton briefs. His breath caught and he shifted listlessly.

‘Send me the naughty ones Pajarito.’

An image popped up on the text thread and he greedily tapped on it. He rolled his eyes. Wren stood in the pool in between the muscular thighs from the earlier photo. One hand gripping the thigh; her fingers curling inward as she hooked the meaty flesh. The other hand holding the stick of a popsicle. Her head turned to the side showing off the angled jaw and sleek neckline. The hollowed cheeks as the sweet frozen tweet disappeared between lips stretched thin. She knew exactly what she was doing with that photo. Teasing or not, it still had the same desired effect as his cock hardened. He wished he was pushing through those lips much like that popsicle. Had done so on many occasions sitting on the side of the pool with his legs dangling in the water.

‘You’re a tease. Papi outta spank you.’

His hand dipped beneath his briefs. His cock hot to the touch as he wrapped a hand around his length. He hissed at the touch.

‘Daddy beat you to it.’

Damian groaned reading the message. His head tilted back and his eyes fell shut as the image appeared in his head. Wren draped over a hard lap. The corse hair on those muscular thighs tickling her nipples causing her body to tremble with need. Her ass positioned in the air. The skin pale. Her pink pussy peeking with each movement of her thighs as she sought to hold her body still. Her folds already slick with excitement. He could heard the smack echoing in the room as if he was there in person. The hitching of breathes. The soft moans. The ivory skin turning redder with each swat.

He pushed his briefs down far enough to free his cock and tossed the covers back. Goosebumps broke out on his skin as the cool air in the room met his heated body. His hand moved faster on his cock; tugging at his hard length. The ping of his phone caused his eyes to shoot open. He looked down at the black screen of his phone. Lost deep in his fantasy the phone timed out.

Damian slowed his movements on his cock, hoping the next message was even better than the last. He was slightly disappointed to see it just a text. No image.

‘Heading to dinner and the movies.’

‘You’re gonna leave me like this?’ He aimed his phone down his body and captured a photo of his hard cock.

‘Now who is being the tease? I outta have Daddy spank you. Showing me a picture of your hard cock and I’m not there to do anything about it.’

Now the image in his head morphed from Wren draped so exquisitely over hardened thighs to him. His cock hard and leaking; painting the thigh beneath him. One hand gripping the bed, the fingers of his other hand dug into the warm flesh of a knee on an effort to hold not only himself still but up. Ghostlike touches from fingers ran over his back and down over his ass. His hole puckering desperately, aching to be filled. The sharp sting of the swap and the flood of warmth crashing over his body.

His cock pulse in his hand at the memory. A tiny bead of come pearled on the slit. His thumb brushed through the come smearing it around the mushroom shaped head.

‘Check your email for a surprise. Heading out now. The waiter will probably be able to smell my cunt you got me dripping. Your cock is the only thing I want now.’

The text ended with the biting lip emoji, the blowing kiss one, and a red heart.

Damian wanted to beg her not to go. To send him a photo of her dripping cunt so he could imagine himself thrusting inside it or burying his tongue deep inside. His mouth watered at the thought. He wanted to beg her to call him. Just a quick call so he could hear her voice as she talked him through stroking his cock to completion. She mentioned an email… so maybe there was a photo in there… a short video of her fingers slipping through her folds and playing with her clit.

It was so much better.

The email came from Wren with the subject ‘For Your Eyes Only’ and had only a couple sentences in the body.

‘Just a little something to tide you over for the long nights alone. Know that we miss you every minute you’re gone.’

The attachment was password protected. When the screen came up he momentarily panicked until he remembered Wren used the same password for everything even after he got on her case not to. The prompt went away and the .mov file started to download. At completion he quickly tapped on it. The thumbnail was burry and gave no indication on what he was in for.

It probably wouldn’t have prepared him either way. When he pressed play, Wren showed up. Naked and spread out on their bed. He groaned and grabbed his cock as the video panned down her body. Her smiling face. The blush painted on her chest. Her nipples hard peaks begging for his lips and tongue. Down her belly where a tiny pale scar sat above her belly button indicating a long ago piercing. Lower still…

A sunflower sat on her lower hip, usually hidden by her panty line, from a spring break dare around the time the belly button held a piercing. He traced that tattooed flower many times with his tongue on his quest south. Nibbled at the sensitive skin. Sucked a bruising kiss into the colored skin.

He lazily worked his cock tugging slowly at the hardened length. Before he would done anything to come. To hear a simple breathily moan over the phone from Wren telling him to come. Would have tugged rapidly on his cock at a photo just like what he was seeing in the video until he exploded all over his chest. Now though…

Now he watching the video with rapid interest. The camera panned lower to the smooth mound. He remembered the one time she let him shave her. The soft delicate strokes he’d taken and the way he’d smoothed her folds carefully for each swipe of the razor. How he’d nearly been drunk from the scent of her arousal. The slick folds having less and less to do with the flowery shaving scream and more and more to do with the essence flowing from her. The way he wiped away the remnants of the shaving cream with the towel and buried his tongue deep inside when he was finished.

‘Spread those legs and let us see that pretty pussy of yours. Don’t be shy.’

A shiver ran down Damian’s body and he moaned softly. His cock pulsed in his hand as the low voice on the video sprinkled over him. The gentle command that carried a hint of authority. He watched as Wren parted her legs and the phone moved and zoomed in. The slick folds told Damian how aroused she was. He groaned when two perfectly manicured fingers slid into view. They rubbed down her clit and through her folds, teasing her opening.

‘That’s right. Touch yourself. Show Damian how wet you are.’

As Wren’s fingers worked her folds, Damian could see her hips shifting on the bed. Pressing up into her fingers and rocking back on the bed. The folds growing wetter. Her fingers now covered in a thin layer of her essence. They circled her clit and he heard her breath catch and watched her hips rock up.

‘You look so good spread out like this.’

‘I’d rather be spread out on your cock.’

Damian was in agreement. He wanted to crawl between her legs and run his cock through her folds covering him in her slick before he pressed inside to feel her muscles greedily clenching around him pulling him deeper.

‘Soon mi pajarito.’

Damian released a groan hearing the whispered Spanish. The term of endearment he called Wren. Pajarito. Baby bird.

‘Until then how about you coming down here and tasting my pussy. You know how much Damian likes dessert…’

The phone shifted and Damian watched as Wren lifted herself up on her elbows. A hand reached out and for a moment he thought it was coming through the phone to touch him. He shivered. That delicate hand though, dipped passed the phone and he could hear lewd sucking sounds as her fingers were drawn into a mouth. A whine passed his lips and he stroked his cock harder as he imagined those lips sucking something else. “Fuck,” he breathed.

‘You want to me eat that pretty pussy? Make you come all over my tongue?’

‘Yes,’ Wren hissed falling back on the bed. Her hands gripped the sheets beside her. Her body moving languidly on the bed; already dancing to an erotic motion that had not yet begun.

‘You gotta hold the phone so Damian can see. You want Damian to see me eating this pussy right?’

‘Yes.’ The word fell from Wren’s lips once more in a hiss. The s sound dragging out. ‘I miss Damian.’

‘Me too Baby Girl.’

The phone moved and he had a close up of Wren’s face. Dark blue eyes filled with desire. The iris blown wide. Her cheeks flushed. Her lips swollen and puffy. Teeth sunk into the bottom lip and he groaned. He knew this position. If he was there he would be lifting a knee over her chest and shifting closer. He’d have his hand on his cock using it to guide him between those lips. Feeling her wet heat all around him. Feeling the vibrations of her moan as another tongue delved between her folds drawing pleasure.

Her pink tongue peeked from between those reddened lips and drew a line across the bottom, leaving a wet trail behind. He had to squeeze the base of his cock embarrassed at the thought of that one small movement nearly make him come.

The phone moved again. An echoed rustling came through the audio as fingers brushed over the microphone. He caught a quick view of the inside of the bedroom as the camera swiped along the outside wall catching the bright Florida sun coming through the sheer panels. Two low back chairs angled toward each other, a small table with a lamp on it between them. The chairs were used more for catching random clothes and a stray travel bag than sitting. Though there was one time…

His brain stuttered to a stop when the video stopped moving and the owner of the muscular thighs came into view.

Roman sat on his hunches at the end of their king sized bed gloriously naked. The position stretching his skin across those thighs. One small movement and Damian could see the ripple from his quad muscle. His large cock jutted up from between his thighs hard and heavy.

“Zoom in,” Damian begged forgetting he wasn’t watching live.

Wren didn’t listen but she did move the phone up Roman’s body.

Damian bit his lip and worked his cock harder as he stared at Roman’s cock backdropped by his belly: warm brown skin, soft lines and ridges hinting at abs that would appear with a little bit more discipline and a little bit less of Damian’s Oreo cheesecake. The phone trailed up; Roman’s cock leaving the screen in favor of his well defined pecks. The right pec covered entirely by his Samoan tribal tattoo. The bold black patterns spread over his pec, shoulder, and down his arm to his wrist. Those same geometrical shapes spanned the right side of his back following along his spine and along his rib cage until it tapered into a point right at his pant line.

Fuck he wanted to worship that body. Had done so on numerous occasions.

His tongue had traced those patterns many times. Starting at his neck and down feeling every vertebrae and rib as he traveled lower and lower still. Roman a moaning mess beneath him laying face down on the mattress. Soft kisses, little bites and nibbles until he reached that point. His hands griping either ass check as he pulled them apart revealing his delicious prize…

Damian’s eyes wanted to close against the state of euphoria building up in him. Come dripped from the head of his cock and down his shaft. His palm picked it up on the next stroke up and worked it into his skin with the motion of his hand. Fuck he was cooked. His body was acting like he hadn’t had sex in months instead of just three days ago. Spread out on that very same bed. His tongue buried deep inside Wren, her hand twisted in his hair while Roman’s cock was buried deep inside of him.

‘Fuck you have no right to be that hot…’

Wren’s voice brought him back. He focused on the phone again. Roman’s face on the screen. His hair pulled back into his signature bun and Damian’s fingers itched to pull the hair tie free allowing the dark locks to fall down to his shoulders. The smoldering look Roman was sending the phone softened at Wren’s words. His lips curved into a smile.

‘You better angle that phone down to your pussy Wren. Don’t want Damian to miss seeing me diving in.’

The phone shook and Damian imagined a shiver of anticipation coursing through Wren. The video moved and he followed the smooth skin of her belly to her mound.

‘I don’t think I can get the angle.’

‘I got it.’

Damian was moving once again as Roman took the phone and then he had an unfettered view of Wren’s pussy. Wide open and slick with heat. His mouth watered and he watched as Roman’s head dipped into view. Roman looked at the screen out of the corner of his eye. His lips curved into a sly grin and he winked.

Then Damian watched, raptured as Roman’s pink tongue slipped between his lips and licked a strip up the center of Wren’s cunt. His moan joined Wren’s and Roman’s.

‘Roman…’ Wren breathed her eyes falling shut. Her head tilted back, chin lifting toward the ceiling as her hips rocked lazily against Roman’s face.

‘Let me hear you. Let Damian hear you baby,’ Roman whispered. ‘You know he’s working his cock right now.’

Wren whined at the thought. Her mouth felt suspiciously empty. No weight on her tongue. No push and pull on her lips. Damian not there to feed her his cock while Roman ate her out. Her hands fisted in the bed sheets. Her breaths coming out in tiny gasps as Roman’s tongue worked her pussy. Stroking up and down the slit in a teasing manner. Circling her clit but never truly focusing on the sensitive nub. ‘God Roman…’ She angled her hips down to try and catch his tongue on her clit but he moved away. She cocked her hips up hoping he’d send his tongue deep inside her feeding himself straight from her core.

‘What do you need baby girl?’

‘You…’ Wren moaned. ‘Damian…’

‘Damian’s watching pretty girl. He’s staring at this pussy right now watching my tongue lick up everything you have to offer…’

“Fuck…” Damian moaned, his strokes steady on his cock as he watched transfixed at the video on his phone. Roman’s tongue with its teasing strokes. Wren’s stuttered movements trying desperately to get what she wanted. The soft breathy moans from Wren. Roman’s low, gravelly tone. Each sound resonating with his dick throbbing in his hand. The wetness shining on Wren’s pussy that he desperately needed to taste. If he ever was in a position to request a last meal, Wren’s pussy would be it. That and chasing Wren’s taste on Roman’s lips.

A whine fell from his lips and he closed his eyes imagining himself between Wren’s legs next to Roman. Each of them dueling for the taste of her. Him licking her clit. Roman’s stiffened tongue invading her hole. Their lips desperately meeting in a tangle of tongues as they exchanged her flavor. Each of their senses taken over by Wren. The taste of her. The smell of her.

A low moan from his phone brought him back to the video and he watched as Roman drew Wren’s clit into a mouth. He bit his lip and his skin tingled; charged with electricity.

‘He’s probably so jealous right now, wishing he was in between your legs…’

‘Roman please…’ Wren begged. ‘I need it so much.’ Her hands left the sheets and caressed across her belly. Her skin warmed with desire. Her hands drifted up to her breasts where her fingers kneaded the fleshy mounds. She moaned when her fingers pinched her nipples.

‘Look at our baby girl…’ Roman paused his work and lifted the phone to show Wren playing with her nipples. ��She needs this so much.’

‘Yes,’ Wren gasped as a straight line of heat shot from her nipples to her core. Her pussy clenched practically begging to be filled. ‘I need you… I need Damian…’

‘What would you do if Damian was here right now?’ Roman asked.

His voice danced across her skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. ‘Kiss that stupid crooked smirk of his off his face.’

Roman chuckled against her causing another shiver to course through her body. He couldn’t deny that tilt in Damian’s smile made him weak. He shifted and pressed two fingers deep inside her. Her pussy fluttered around him and it worked to greedily swallow him. He angled the phone better to show his fingers pressing in and out of her. He zoomed in to catch his slick covered fingers for the camera. ‘Baby girl was born to be in front of the camera…’

Damian moaned loudly and hoped whoever was on the other side of the wall couldn’t hear him. He watched Roman’s fingers push into Wren all the way to hilt and slowly withdraw leaving behind an almost translucent cream on his tan fingers. He wanted to take Roman’s fingers and draw them into his mouth. Wanted to suck and lick every inch until he swallowed all of Wren completely.

‘God yes,’ Wren drew out. Her finger left her nipples and she wished Damian was here to draw them into his mouth. Her hands fisted in the sheets again as her hips moved with Roman’s hand.

‘Do you wanna come for Damian? You wanna show Papi what a good girl you are?’

‘Yes,’ Wren moaned. Her body twisted and jerked as pleasure shot from deep within her; coiling deep within her belly. She felt out of control as the spasms worked her body. Her back arched off the bed; her fingers grabbing the pillow on either side of her head. Her knuckles turning white; wishing she was clenching Damian’s warm hands. Grounding her to the here and now while her nerve endings caught fire and threatened to toss her into the unknown.

“Come for me Wren,” Damian answered as if he was in the room with them. Sitting behind her with her leaning back against his chest as Roman worked between her legs. His lips on her neck and shoulder. His hands caressing her sides and belly; toying with her nipples as he whispered dirty words in her ear. Sometimes in English but mostly in Spanish.

He watched as her fingers came into view on the screen desperately trying to get to her clit which Roman was ignoring as he worked his fingers in and out of her.

‘No,’ Roman’s voice was firm as he knocked her hand away.

Damian shivered at the tone. More come dribbled from his cock. His cock hard and aching; throbbing with the need of release. His hand moved up and down, slapping at the base. The sound echoing through the room with his harsh breathing.

‘You let Daddy take care of you.’

‘Roman please. I need you.’

‘I gotchu baby girl,’ Roman curled his fingers and was rewarded when Wren let out a moan. ‘That’s it Wren baby… let me hear you. Let Papi hear how good Daddy is making you feel…’

Wren’s breath stuttered when Roman’s tongue swiped at her clit. It throbbed in succession of each clench of her pussy around Roman’s two fingers. ‘Oh God,’ she nearly sobbed as Roman was done teasing. His tongue worked in deliberate strokes working to wind her up further. The edge came closer and closer. No matter how hard she drug her feet she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t want to. It loomed in front of her.

Damian knew they were doing this the minute he got home. He was throwing the clothes out of that damn chair and so he could sit there stroking his cock while Roman ate her out. He was going to listen to her moans, sighs, and whimpers in the room. Listen to her beg to come. Listen to her beg for him to touch her. “Dios Mio,” he whispered as desire coiled deep in his belly. His body vibrated with tension. His hips rocking into his hand as he worked himself harder.

Roman doubled his efforts knowing how close Wren was to coming. He wished he could tug on his own cock but his hands were full. He glanced at the phone screen out of the corner of her mouth and a moan escaped. The vibrations causing Wren to whine in a whine pitched manner. He watched himself licking and sucking at her clit while two fingers worked in and out of her. His fingers shiny with her fluids. It was so hot. His cock pulsed thinking of Damian watching and he rocked his hips feeling the wetness on the sheets beneath him.

‘Fuck Roman… yes yes yes,’ Wren chanted. Her body coiled tighter and tighter as she rode the wave higher and higher. The string between here and now and euphoric bliss stretching thinner and thinner.

His tongue dipped down to her hole licking around his fingers. She moaned when his fingers left her only to be replaced by his tongue. The movements wicked as he impaled her. The sounds lewd and crude as he licked and sucked her. Then his fingers were deep inside her again and his tongue was licking over her clit, swollen and sensitive; sending a shockwave through her body at each swipe.

Then his fingers curled and he hit that spot deep within. Like a bungee cord pulling tight at the end of a jump, her body was flung off the ledge and she was falling. A wail was ripped from deep within her belly as her body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure.

“No no no no,” Damian chanted but it was too late. His cock exploded shooting line after line of come all over his body. He moaned as each spurt of warmth hit his chest. He tapped the phone screen pausing the video and let his phone fall to the mattress.

Gasping deeply, his eyes clenched shut as his hand worked himself through the orgasm that hit him like a train once Wren’s cries filled the room and he saw her hips jerking as she tried to ride Roman’s face. God he knew exactly what that felt like. The jerking motions of her hips pressing into his mouth and nose. The tensing of her muscles in his hands as he held her in place so he could lick up every drop of her creamy essence. The dampness on his cheeks and chin. The tension slowly disappearing as she came back to earth; her body quivering and he slowed his licks from the hypersensitive swollen clit.

His own body quivered. His chest heaving as his lungs desperately sought oxygen. His heart pounded rapidly in his chest. Almost certain he was having a heart attack but he made no move to call for help. He would pass away right there with his dick in hand and come all over his chest. Once the EMT’s watched the video called up on his phone, they would understand.

When he was able to get his breathing under control and the tiny synapses firing in his body stopping being a pleasuring pain, Damian opened his eyes. His vision blurred before clearing. Looking down he saw the mess he made and pushed himself to a seated position. With his cock still in his hand, he walked into the bathroom where he wet a washcloth with hot water and cleaned himself up.

Back in bed with the blankets pulled to his waist, he grabbed his phone. It locked while he was in the bathroom, so he quickly entered his passcode and his breath caught see the paused image of Roman’s face in Wren’s cunt. His cock gave an interested bounce and he shifted as another wave of desire shot through him. Reaching beneath the blankets he lazily wrapped his fingers on his cock, still half hard. He kept the strokes light and easy. With his thumb he pressed the screen and the video began to play again.

‘You think Damian came?’

Roman chuckled as he cupped his chin and wiped his face with his hand. His fingers down one side, his thumb down the other. His beard was saturated. He groaned as he inhaled; her essence filling his nostrils. ‘Sweet girl I know he did. You came so beautifully. Your little moans and whimpers. Riding my face. Your body twisting and tensing. He probably came all over himself.’

‘I wish he’d come all over me,’ Wren stated. Her hands moved down her chest to her belly. Those light ghosting touches that caused her body to shiver and goosebumps to appear. She looked at Roman through hooded eyes. Her mouth dried seeing one hand wrapped around his cock. The phone still angled on her pussy, laid bare with her legs still spread open. Her pussy clenched involuntarily and her breath hitched. ‘Give me that…’

The picture distorted as the phone moved quickly not allowing any time for it to come into focus.

‘If he didn’t come yet then he’s going to once he sees you working your cock.’

The picture cleared and Roman’s cock was on the screen. The sight drew a moan from Damian’s throat. He watched as Roman’s hand worked his hard length up and down. The skin shifting with the motion. A bead of come appeared on the tip and Damian licked his lips wishing he was there to collect that salty drop with his tongue.

‘I’d rather you be working my cock. Give Damian a real show with my cock spreading those perfect little lips,’ Roman fell forward catching himself with one hand as he hovered over her. He let go of his cock and brought his hand up, this thumb brushing across her lips.

The phone once again distorted before focusing on a swatch of tan skin. Sounds of kissing came from the speaker. Lips smacking. Low moans. Tiny gasps. The lewd sound of spit as tongues met. He groaned. His cock completely hard again. He didn’t need to physically see the scene he could picture it in his head. A scene he’d seen plenty of times.

Roman laid out over Wren. Their bodies rocking together. His bronzed skin. Her ivory. His muscles rippling as he held himself up. Roman’s bun loose against his head. Random strands hanging down. Messed up from hands and fingers raking through. His. Wren’s. Their lips moving together. Mouths opening and tongues peeking out – meeting and then chasing into each other’s mouths. Each stroke drawing moans only to be swallowed by the other.

He’d watch until he couldn’t take it anymore and his hand would reach out; his fingers tangling in Roman’s hair messing it up even more. He’d tighten those fingers and force their kiss to break as he could turn Roman’s head toward him and crash their lips together.

The screen moved and Damian watched as bodies shifted. Then Roman was laying back on the bed. His legs parted to allow Wren in between them.

‘Fuck I can’t believe you’re mine,’ Wren said as she raked her eyes over him. His facial features were relaxed as he laid before her. Gone was the stoic, commanding man from inside the ring. His brown eyes were soft as he stared at her. His beard covered a chiseled jaw that would leave her skin red as he worked her body; a fleeting rash that went with the aching muscles.

‘You’re not just mine Wren,’ Roman reached out to entwine their fingers. ‘You’re ours. Mine and Damian’s.’

‘I’m gonna show Damian what I’d do to him if he was here,’ Wren’s eyes zeroed in on Roman’s cock. She moved the phone to one hand allowing the fingers of her right hand to dance lightly over Roman’s balls.

The touch caused his breath to catch and his legs to jerk. Tiny little zingers blasted out and down every single nerve ending in his body causing hairs on his leg to raise. The ghosting touch appeared again causing the same reaction and his lips parted in a small smile. ‘Now who is teasing…’

Wren hummed as she finally wrapped her hand around his cock. She felt it pulse in her hand. The movement drew a moan from Roman’s mouth. ‘I just like having you at my mercy like this… bring you to your knees.’

‘I’m further than my knees baby girl. Suck my cock Wren. Show Damian what he’s missing.’

Wren’s eyes flickered to the phone where it almost felt like an out of body experience as she watched her hand stroking Roman’s cock on the screen. ‘I kind of want you to fuck me.’

Roman groaned and rocked his hips up into her hand. ‘You get me close to the edge with your pretty little mouth and I will fuck you so hard and send us both over sweet girl.’

Holding his cock still, Wren leaned over and licked across the mushroom head. The saltiness of his come burst on her tongue. She flickered her eyes up to look at him through her lashes and saw his head tossed back and his eyes closed. His lips parted. She glanced at her reflection on the phone and winked as her tongue danced around the head before she drew it into her mouth sucking gently. Her tongue flicked over the little pucker of skin where his head met shaft.

Damian groaned as he watched Wren tease the head of Roman’s cock. He knew how that tongue felt on his own cock. His groan matched the one he heard being pulled from Roman’s lip at Wren’s ministrations. He wished he was laying next to Roman; Wren working his cock with her hand while she sucked on Roman’s before switching. Making sure to give equal treatment.

‘That’s it baby girl,’ Roman moaned. ‘Suck my cock.’ His breath hitched as she sunk down. He looked down seeing her cheeks hallowed out around his cock as it suctioned to the roof of her mouth. Her tongue worked the underside in teasing tickling short strokes to long blanketed strokes with her tongue curled up around it. ‘Your mouth feels so good.’

She continued to sink down, the head of his cock pushing toward the back of her mouth. Her lips met her hands and she squeezed. She looked toward the phone as she lifted up from Roman’s cock, leaving it wet with spit.

Damian moan came twofold. The sight of Roman’s cock shiny and wet coming from Wren’s mouth until only the head remained before she slowly lowered her head back down and the look Wren was sending him through the phone. Eyes darkened with an intense level of lust; conveying a strong need. There was a teasing glint – a spark - to them and an air of authority knowing she was in charge. Of not only him but Roman as well. Somehow, even though they were wrapped around Roman’s cock, her lips managed to hold a tiny smile.

God he wanted to kiss that smile off her face and draw a moan from her lips. He wanted to wrap his lips around the cock in her hand until his lips met her hand at the base. Feel it deep in his mouth as he struggled to breath around the girth.

‘That’s it, get it all wet Pajarito.’

Wren moaned around his cock. Warmth pooled at her center and she pressed her thighs together. An unfulfilled ache built in her body. She wanted to rip her mouth from Roman’s cock and sink her pussy down on it. Feel the stretch as she took him inside her. Her body quivered in anticipation.

Remembered the way Damian’s hands would roam her body when she was in this position. His calloused hands brushing over the soft skin on her back. Followed by wet open mouthed kisses as he hovered over her. He’d blow gently over the wetness he’d leave behind causing her to shiver. The way his hands would grip her hips, holding her steady as he’d push his cock inside her. The movements would be slow; making her feel every inch as he stretched her.

She moaned around Roman’s cock. ‘I wish Damian was here so he could fuck me while I’m sucking your cock.’

“God yes,” Damian’s hand ducked below his cock where he grazed his balls. The soft pouch already drawn up right against his body proving how close he was to coming again. A shiver worked through his body at his teasing touches. His cock bounced in the air. A bead of come appeared on the tip and he watched as it dribbled down the shaft in a slow roll.

Keeping his touches light, he ran his fingers up his body. Tiny little trembles like ripples in the water when fish would poke at the surface. A finger nail scratched over one of his nipples pulled taunt with arousal. He lifted his hand and licked his thumb and rubbed the now wet digit around his nipple as he watched Wren let drool fall from between her lips to catch on the head of Roman’s cock.

‘That’s it. Get it wet for Daddy.’

Roman’s voice was low full of sharp breathes as Wren brought pleasure to his body. Drawing out moans as her hand worked up and down Roman’s cock. The spot providing a better glide and smooth squelching sounds came through the phone.

‘I bet Damian wishes it was your hand on his cock right now.’

Wren dipped her head and licked at the tip. Flat swipes over the head; teasing his slit. ‘I bet he wishes it was your hand too…’ she murmured before sucking the tip back in her mouth as she applied more pressure with her hand. The stuttered breath caused her pussy to clench.

Wren’s. Roman’s. Both. He didn’t care. He just wanted to be right between them. All tangled limbs and gasping pleasure. Lips finding any bare skin they could to taste and mark. Hands touching everywhere leaving a fire in their wake. Bodies rocking together, breaths mingling.

‘God yes,’ Roman moaned at the thought. He reached down and cupped the side of Wren’s faces his fingers threading through her hair. The movement caused even more tendrils to fall from where she had it twisted up in a messy bun.

‘I bet you wish he was here right now ‘ Wren continued as she kept her movements steady. She leaned down and licked a stripe up his balls. ‘Sitting on your chest, feeding his cock to you right now. Taking his cock down your throat while I swallow yours.’

Roman gasped, his hands gripped the sheets as his hips rocked up into Wren’s mouth as she swallowed him all the way down. His breath caught in his throat and he stared at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. Her nose pressed against his pelvis and her throat closed on his tip as she fought with her gag reflex. The tiny ministrations heaven. ‘Fuck,’ he gasped when she slowly pulled off.

‘Is that what you want Daddy?’ Wren swirled her tongue around his head, licking up the drop of come she pulled with the deep throat move. ‘Papi’s cock in your mouth. Heavy on your tongue. Tasting those little drops of come leaking from his slit…’

Roman whined at Wren’s words. The image bursting in his head behind his closed eyes. He could practically feel the weight of not only Damian’s cock on his tongue, but the weight of him on his chest as he sat with his knees on either side of him. His fingers tingled with the ghosting feeling of being dug into Damian’s ass helping him rock into his mouth.

‘Is that what you want Daddy? Papi’s cock?’ Wren lifted her hand and drew her index finger into her mouth. As she sucked on the digit, she stared at the phone. She winked as she withdrew her finger and trailed it down Roman’s balls and below to his puckered hole. She teased his hole feeling it fluttering against the pad of her finger. His legs widened offering better access.

Damian’s moan filled his hotel room as Roman’s hole centered on the screen. His hand tightened around his cock and he worked it furiously. Up and down in quick succession. He stopped only to spit in his hand before gripping it again. The glide easier. Come dribbled down from his head hearing Roman whine. He couldn’t see his head but he imagined Roman’s head was thrown back. His biceps bulging as his hands gripped the bedsheets. He watched the rocking of Roman’s hips as Wren teased his opening.

Their moans combined as Wren’s finger slipped inside that puckered hole. Damian bit his lip. His breath coming in tiny gasping whines as he watched her finger disappear one knuckle at a time. He knew how tight that channel was. How the burning heat felt clenching around him. “Fuck Wren…” he breathed watching her work her finger in and out in slow movements. He slowed his hand down to match her. The pace brutal like she knew exactly what she was doing.

The minx.

Roman’s body hummed with pleasure. He pressed his heels into the mattress to help push himself down on her finger. It was a little painful with the lack of lube that it added to the intense feeling. Warmth spread across him and he breathed heavily. He reached to grab his neglected cock and blinked in shock when his hand was knocked away. His body trembled when Wren’s finger slipped free.

‘Fuck me Roman…’ Wren sat up on her knees. ‘Please. I need you… I can’t…’

Roman was moving in a flash at the heady whine in Wren’s voice. He sat up and grabbed her face pulling her into a desperate kiss. Their noses collided and lips meshed. Teeth hit. It was messy. It was perfect. Tongues clashed; dueling with each other in quick desperate strokes. Moans filled the room as hands danced upon warm bodies. ‘Roll over,’ he panted as he broke the kiss and moved out of the way. He picked up the forgotten phone laying on the bed recording the ceiling. He grinned into the phone. ‘Sorry…’

He tapped the screen to turn the view of the phone around and panned over the bed in front of where he knelt to show Wren on her hands and knees. Her ass in the air offering up a view of her ass and pussy. He zoomed in on the sight and grabbed his cock with his free hand. ‘Look at our pretty girl, D… look at how wet she is…’

He let go of his cock and reached out pressed his thumb against her puckered hole. He groaned as it fluttered around his digit and he pressed watched as her body accept him. His cock bouncing hearing the hitch in her breath. Her head tossing back and her hands gripping the pillow. ‘Mmm,’ he hummed. ‘Baby girl wants both Daddy and Papi to take her…’

‘Yessss.’ Wren hissed. Her body clenched around the invasion. The sharp pain of the dry digit pulled against her. Her breaths came out in gasps. She pressed her forehead into the pillow and parted her thighs opening herself up to both Roman and Damian. She could feel the wetness on her thighs. She was drenched. Her pussy clenching rhythmically desperately pleading to be filled. ‘God I want you both,’ she moaned. ‘Need you both.’

Damian watched as Roman withdrew his thumb from Wren’s ass. He moaned with her knowing exactly what the sensation felt like. He shivered; one of those full body ones that seemed to electrify him. His breath then stuttered to a stop as Roman’s cock came into view. A hand wrapped around the hard length holding it steady as it slide through Wren’s folds. His cock was immediately covered, glistening with her creamy essence.

‘She’s practically dripping.’

His mouth watered and he wanted to suck Wren’s taste from Roman’s cock. He was transfixed as Roman’s cock finally lined up and slid inside. “Fuck,” he gasped as Roman’s cock completely disappeared. His hips coming to rest against Wren’s ass.

‘You ready to give Papi a show?’ Roman’s free hand dug into Wren’s hip. He shivered at the feeling of her pussy clenching tightly around him. The tiny tremors started at his cock and traveled throughout his entire body before coming right back to his cock. He felt it pulse inside her.

‘Yes,’ Wren nearly cried, desperation filling her. ‘Please Roman. I need you.’

‘I got you pretty girl,’ Roman grazed his hand over her hip watching as goosebumps broke out over her skin. She started to rock against him and he swatted her ass.

Wren moaned at the sharp sting; her body trembling with need.

Damian moaned at the slap. The sound wrapping itself around his cock. He held his hand steady on his cock wanting to move with Roman; wanted to be there with her. Wanted to be laying beneath her trembling body with his cock deep inside her as Roman pressed into her ass. His cock pressing against his own cock inside her body.

Roman pulled all the way out leaving just the tip inside. The closeness of the camera picking up the slickness clinging to his smooth cock. Damian drew his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. He groaned watching Roman’s hips snap sending him deep inside Wren.

Then it was game on.

Roman set a torrid pace. His hips snapping against Wren’s ass. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. From his phone. From his own hand working his cock. Tiny grunts fell from Damian’s mouth as he stared at his phone. A mixture of need, lust, and want tangled up inside of him with a side of longing. Wishing he could be home with his partners right now. Wishing he was feeling hands running over his body. Fingers digging into his skin.

‘Fuck Wren,’ Roman groaned. His hand gripped her ass in a hard grip as he helped her thrust back on his cock even as he slammed forward. ‘The way you’re strangling my cock right now. Like you don’t want to let me go.’

‘I don’t,’ Wren moaned. ‘I need you. God I need you. Fuck my pussy Roman.’

Damian’s tightened his grip as he stroked his cock matching his pace. His hand was a poor imitation of the feeling of being inside Wren, but it was all he got. That and the memories of know what it felt like to slide inside of her. To feel her vice-like grip. The warm heat of her center. Her pussy clenching around him milking his cock. “Ah,” he moaned clenching his eyes shut as tension coiled deep in his belly. His breaths came out in gasps and his heart pounded in his chest. A tingling covered his entire body; little spurts of current zapping his nerve endings. It would hurt if it didn’t feel so good.

‘I’m gonna fill this pussy up with my come,’ Roman grunted. His entire body vibrated with a feeling that threatened to over power him. His body broke out in goosebumps. A layer of sweat covered his overheated body. ‘I’m gonna send my come deep inside this pussy. I’m gonna coat your womb with my seed. Oh fuck baby girl likes that…you’re clenching me so tight. Is that what you want baby girl? You want me to send my seed deep inside your womb…. You want me to get you pregnant?’

‘Fuck fuck fuck,’ Wren cried. Roman’s words unlocked a deep hidden recess in her mind. The thought of Roman’s come attacking her womb and a baby growing inside of her. Tears leaked from her eyes. Her pussy clenched around his cock and she rocked back onto him faster. The thought made her feral. The game had changed. She didn’t just want to come. She needed to come. She needed Roman’s come inside of her more than she needed her next breath.

‘Is that want you want? You want me and Damian to pump you full of come? One right after the other, dumping load after load until you’re body does what it’s supposed to do? You wanna carry our baby?’

‘Oh God,’ Wren was nearly sobbing. ‘Oh God, fuck a baby into me. Please Roman. Oh God I can’t…I need you to give me a baby…’

‘Fuck yes,’ Roman breathed. His cock grew harder. Hips slamming into her ass. She yelped but he didn’t care. He let go of her hip and pressed a hand up her back her pushing her down on her elbows. His cock slid deeper. Wren released a high pitched whine and he felt the first spurt of come from his body.

“Wren,” Damian moaned, pumping his cock. He stared at the screen watching Roman slam into Wren’s pussy. The visual was there but his mind was caught on their voices. Roman promising to coat her womb. Wren begging for him to put a baby in her. The thought of Wren round with their child caused come to dribble down his shaft from his head. He worked it on his cock wishing he was there to shoot it deep inside Wren; to pushing into her swollen pussy right after Roman. Feel his hot come mixed with her creamy slick and send his own come to her womb.

‘Don’t stop… please… Roman,’ Wren gasped as the new angle made Roman hit her g-stop. Each press of his tip against the sensitive patch deep inside her sent shockwaves through her body. Her muscles clenched and tension built. ‘Almost there. Please… Roman… Damian… God... I need…’

‘Let Damian hear you baby. Let Papi know how good Daddy is making you feel… Papi can see how you’re such a good girl taking Daddy’s cock…’ Roman watched his movements through the phone screen – through the eyes of Damian – watching how his cock speared Wren’s swollen lips. Her white creamy essence clinging to his cock. The insides of her thighs wet as she flooded him with her heat. ‘You look so good on my cock. You were made for me. Made for us.’

He sucked his index and middle finger into his mouth soaking the digits with his saliva. Then he pressed them against her puckered opening. He groaned feeling it fluttering around him like it was trying to suck them in. ‘Take my fingers sweet girl. I know you can. You take our cocks all the time. Show Papi what a good girl you are. Imagine how good we’d make you feel if he was here right now. Me in your pussy. Damian in your ass…’ he broke off with a groan as his fingers breached Wren’s entrance. The tight ring clenching him so hard he could barely press forward. ‘Relax pretty girl,’ he breathed through gritted teeth. Wren was clenching him so hard. He wanted to pull out of her pussy and slip into her ass but the warm haven felt too good.

‘Roman… Damian..’ Wren let loose a loud moan as Roman’s fingers slid into her ass. ‘I need to come,’ she rocked back on Roman’s cock and fingers. A feeling of fullness rushed over her. The bite of pain morphed into pleasure and her body warmed.

‘Yes,’ Roman grunted as he worked his fingers in and out of her ass. ‘Come all over my cock pretty girl. Show Papi. You know he’s stroking his cock right now watching you being such a good girl. Come Wren.’

The second Wren’s scream flooded the speakers Damian’s cock erupted. Tiny moaning gasps flew from his mouth as his come shot all over his belly. His vision whited out and he clenched his eyes shut as his body fell apart. His body quivered and trembled like he’d been electrocuted and the electricity was still firing through his body. His hand kept working his cock until the final spurt of come dribbled over his knuckles. His hand fell lax around his softening cock and his body trembled again as an aftershock tore through him.

‘Fuck yes,’ Roman grunted feeling Wren’s body clench down on his as an orgasm ripped through her body. He pulled his fingers from her ass and grabbed her hip. He slammed into her again and again. Over and over he sent him cock deep inside her. Her body trembling beneath him. Pressure rose inside of him and he tightened his fingers. ‘I’m gonna fill this pussy Wren.’

‘Please,’ Wren’s voice cracked, weak from the screams her orgasm took from her. ‘Come inside me Roman. Show Damian your come leaking from my body.’

Roman slammed into her again; hips slapping her ass like the crack of a whip. A roar tore from his lips from way down deep in his gut. His cock pulsed wildly inside her as rope after rope of his hot seed painted her womb like he promised to do. He whined feeling her clench as another tiny tremble coursed through her. ‘Wren…’ her name fell from his breath like a prayer and his head tilted back. He gasped desperately trying to draw oxygen into his deprived lungs.

He looked down and saw the phone had slipped; the angle showing the smooth skin of Wren’s ass. He adjusted the phone in his hand and his cock buried in her pussy was front and center again. He slowly pulled from her body. His cock coated. When he slipped free he moved the phone to show his come dribbling out and down over her pussy lips. He moaned and ran his fingers through it. He circled her clit, causing her body to jerk. She moaned as he gathered up his come and pushed it back inside her with two fingers.

Wren collapsed on the bed, her body giving out. Her legs kicked out behind her and she shivered feeling Roman’s lips against her skin. First on her ass cheek and then on the small of her back and up. Soft little kisses meant to calm and soothe.

Roman collapsed on the bed beside her after kissing her shoulder. She rolled to her side and snuggled against him. He adjusted so she was laying on his shoulder. His fingers danced lazily on his hip. He pressed a kiss to her head. His eyes flickered to the phone, still recording. He winked. ‘I hope you enjoyed that.’

‘I know I did,’ Wren murmured and tilted her head so she could see the phone. ‘I can’t wait for you to come home Damian. I hate that Roman gets to see you first in a few days,’ she pouted.

‘Maybe we’ll make you our own video.’ Roman grinned. ‘She likes that.’ He told the video feeling Wren tremble beside him.

The video ended with their goodbyes and Damian laid the phone done on the bed. He blew out a heavy breath as he sought to calm down. His chest still heaved but at least his heart wasn’t threatening to beat right out of it anymore. “Fuck,” he moaned. He hasn’t expected that to be waiting for him when he climbed into bed. The ending alone with Roman’s cock sliding in and out of Wren’s pussy would provide enough fodder for the next four nights while he was alone with only his hand for comfort. Come Thursday though, when Roman arrived…

Damian’s grin was practically predatory.

He couldn’t wait.

[strawberrynightmare]

Mikey, Nahoya, Senju & Hanma on a school trip

Mikey

~Only came because you came.

~Probably overslept and the whole bus had to wait for him because he was either late or almost late, it depends on how angry you sound through your text. 

~He’s not a loud companion, since he’ll be asleep like 70% of the time, the rest would be eating and chatting with you. So it’s not bad unless you were counting on talking with him more or you don’t like him resting his head on your shoulder.

~Sits in the middle of the bus, but closer to the back where his buddies are. Still, a bit further so that the noise they make is not right behind you. If the teacher doesn’t allow eating inside, he’s the first to ignore them. Not that anyone listens, but before your poor teacher can even finish the sentence, they get interrupted with the noise of him opening a bag of crisps. As they repeat themselves, he looks them dead in the eye and eats it. 

~Doesn’t cause as much trouble as one would think. When he's bored, he might tend to doze off and the group might accidentally lose him, so if you decide to take his hand in yours as a preventative measure, he’ll suddenly get into a wonderful mood.

~During free time, he lets you drag him around as you wish, hell, he’ll follow you around whether you suggest it or not. But he’ll demand that you visit a cafe/vending machine/restaurant every hour or less. If you don’t want to go and suggest that you just split, he’d be so offended. Like how dare you-

~Will literally pull out the offended gumball

~But aside from that, he doesn’t have any special wishes so it’s up to you where you go. 

~If you’re going into the mountains for a part of the trip, he’ll be extremely dissatisfied, but at the same time, he’d be having no difficulties. If you end up having them, he’d laugh at you for a minute, but he’ll effortlessly help you in any trouble. God forbid someone else mocks you though, because he’d be ready to push them down the slope. 

~Does not listen to the tour guide to save his life. The moment they start speaking, he turns his face to you or any of his friends and starts talking, completely deaf to the teacher’s reminders. 

~If you have a different gender than him, then you won’t be able to sleep in the same room in the hotel. However, that doesn’t mean you won’t be spending time together, because he’d absolutely drag you to his or invite himself into yours until he gets kicked out by the teachers. 

~He would 100% be the type to get up at 2am with the sole purpose of making himself some jelly and accidentally wake up his roommates.  

~But at the same time, he’d probably only pack the basics of the basics like a shirt and pants, toothbrush and shampoo. The rest of his suitcase would be filled with food. So he may or may not end up wearing some shirt or hoodie of yours if it happens to be big enough. 

~Only takes photos if there’s something really worth keeping in his memory forever, like the view from a high mountain you just climbed, a beautiful aquarium with stingrays and sharks, y/n’s sleeping face, mysterious dungeon of mediaeval ruins, y/n’s amazed face-

~Not very enthusiastic about going souvenir shopping, but the moment you enter the shop, he’s in five places at once, pointing at everything that catches his eye and buys at least a half of it. 

~But then ends up attached to this stuff and only gives it to his friends and family two months later after he got bored with it. -.-

Nahoya

~You might run into him and his brother while they shop for stuff for the trip and then you’ll get dragged to accompany them, which is nice because you’ll be able to get your own shopping done while being able to get opinions from someone else.

~He doesn’t have much issue with packing and arriving on time. He’ll be there maybe a few minutes before the departure. But he’s 100% one of the menaces in the back and aims to get the seats in the back so that you and his brother can sit together. He’s willing to beat up someone if there’s a need. 

~He’s not particularly loud if the situation doesn’t call for it. He’ll especially tone down if either you or Souya are asleep.

~You’re eating a full course meal over there, cause even if there aren’t small tables attached to the seat, there’s more space than if there were only the two of you, which gives you the opportunity to trade food even better.

~Most of the time passes by telling each other stories from your life, chatting, chilling, bickering or just doing your own thing. His grin is even bigger because he secretly likes how close you are but I dunno if you would cause his hair would probably tickle you a bit

~Kinda like Mikey, he barely acknowledges the presence of teachers and just does his own thing. Maybe if the tour guide manages to catch his interest? I imagine he’d perk up at a mention of some dark local legends or a famous battle happening nearby and the guide would glance at this grinning guy when he explained more gruesome details and visibly sweat

The guide: 👀

 Nahoya: 😁

~When it comes to free time, along with his brother he’d want to try a local ramen shop. Aside from that, everything is up to you. Even if you passed the shop that caught your eye like an hour ago. Doesn’t matter. Better than standing there doing nothing. 

~So you set out for an adventure and it all went well until you encountered some delinquents who seemed to have beef with your boyfriend. They were shouting something about him beating them up in the 2nd grade and then he beat them up again. 

~And you managed to find the adorable souvenir shop you were looking for! Great! Now find the way back to the meeting spot.

~When it comes to more physical activities, everyone will think that Nahoya is having a blast on the mountain trail, considering his wide smile. But only you and his brother will be close enough to hear the constant bouquets of curses coming like sparks from between his clenched teeth.

~In the hotel… It’s not much different from others. It’s either you or them who absolutely forget about having their own room if you have opposite genders. Nahoya will shamelessly get his suitcase into your room and make himself comfortable there, going as far as putting his clothes into the wardrobe and his toothbrush on the sink (gets kicked out either by your roommates or by the teachers)

~Would probably hold you from behind with his head on your shoulder while you mind your own business if he’s quite tired, if not, you can always play games and chat or a legendary pillow fight might occur. You never know. 

~As for zoo time, I feel like he’d spent a lot of time with the monkeys ‘cause he liked how fun they were. But then you probably dragged him to the flamingo exhibit to compare the colours and make fun of him like “look, I finally see where you got your inspiration for hair colour from” and then you had to make a run for it. 

~Loses his shit in the butterfly house over butterflies constantly landing on his hair. There were so many of them thinking that his afro was some kinda flower, at some point, he just gave up. And you got the once-in-a-lifetime chance to take a photo like this, it probably ended up as your wallpaper. 

~You spend the ride back reviewing the photos you took, comparing the souvenirs and rating the best and worst moments. 

~I am defending with my life that they are probably some of the funniest people to be around.

Senju

~She’s the kind of a person who’s so excited she’s already packed two weeks prior and takes you shopping for food, mosquito repellent, wet tissues and other things that might come in handy. Although she’ll also try to buy all kinds of unnecessary stuff so it’s up to you to stop her. Or not, but then she’ll need not a single suitcase, but at least two. 

~One of the earliest to arrive because she just couldn’t contain herself. Gets on the bus and saves a seat for you. Also sits near the back, but doesn’t mind sitting closer to the front if you want to. Or, if her dear brothers slow things down, she might be a bit late and very dissatisfied about it. 

~You spend the ride mostly chatting or playing some travel games with her. On the stops, she drags you to explore the gas station and the area nearby, even though there’s rarely anything to see.  During these few hours of the ride, you have plenty of time to catch up on everything you might have forgotten to say or even watch a movie/serial together. And you’d do that cute couple thing with sharing the earphones <3

~Basically jumps out of the bus the moment you’re at the destination. Although she barely listens to the guide, she has literal stars in her eyes when looking around the unknown city and constantly asks the adults about when the free time will be. 

~And when it comes, she’ll go with you wherever you want first and then, you guessed it! She’ll drag you around the whole place but somehow won’t get lost. Idk how. And when it’s time to go back, your friends will be like, “We went to a cafe and then bought some souvenirs” and then you’d be like “We went shopping, found an amusement park, went on a rollercoaster ride, ate cotton candy,  then went on a cruise where we befriended a guy who had his birthday today so we gave him some of our souvenirs and he invited us to his birthday party so we went there, ate some cake and met senju’s brother’s friend’s cousin who offered us a ride back here. So here we are”

~And she didn’t even get tired after all of that. The stamina.

~If you get to share a room, prepare for everything, cause you won’t be getting any sleep at all. Face masks! Movies! Games! Gossip! Snacking! Cuddles! There’ll be a little bit of everything so you sure as hell won’t be bored even for a minute. 

~Refuses to acknowledge the fact that she has her own bed. When the teachers come to see if everyone’s in their beds, she’ll lay in hers, but 0,0001sec after they’re gone, she’s climbing into yours and clinging to you. 50/50 chances that you might fall from the bed in the middle of the night. 

~In the zoo, it’s similar to the city, she’s running everywhere. And when I say running, I mean RUNNING. Because the place is big, and there’s not enough time to see everything, so she figured out that the faster you move, the more you see. 

~Photo booth! She’s dragging you to the first one she sees but cannot choose the background she wants so she ends up going for several and they all have her making stupid faces. 

~And yes, she’s buying LOTS of souvenirs. Honestly, it’s so hard not to get infected with her enthusiasm at some point. Until the exhaustion hits, that is.

~She’s a bit calmer in places such as museums or galleries. It’s kinda cute to watch her stare at a modern painting, trying to make sense of it. She’s absolutely touching everything, though. Even if it’s not allowed, she’ll find a way to touch it so that no one sees. And if it’s some kind of “touch everything” exhibit? You’re sure as heck she IS going to touch every. single. thing. 

~Too tired to be sad it’s over. Asleep for most of the ride back.

Hanma

~Like Mikey, only going because you’re going. Can come off unprepared at first glance, but it’s not like he needs “all of this mess” in the first place as he put it. He didn’t take any coat, cuz he rarely gets cold. Didn’t take mosquito repellent because they barely bother him. Didn’t take sun cream cause he rarely gets burnt etc etc. He probably “accidentally” didn’t take his hair brush either, cuz he remembered that one time you said he looked hot with messy hair. 

~Shows up JUST IN TIME. Like, you’re standing there, worrying that he’s almost late and he suddenly appears behind you, putting his hands on your eyes with a “guess who~ ❤️”.  Doesn’t like sitting near the window for some reason and insists that you take it. Biggest menace in the back, probably does the thing where he puts down his back seat annoying the hell outta the person behind him. 

~Mostly passes the ride by annoying others, singing/blasting most random songs, chatting, eating and grinning smugly when you fall asleep on his shoulder. 

~The moment he gets off the bus, you know that nothing good’s gonna happen from the way he stretches, looks around and grins at you. During the city tour, he’s mostly on his phone and only ever speaks to annoy the adults. They probably made him walk in front right next to them because they were so fed up with him after he went to buy a funny hat while no one was looking. You were actually standing in place because the guide was talking about something + the pace was rather slow, so he would most likely get away with it, had the teachers not decided to count the students at that exact time. You tried texting him, but it was too late.”

~In the end, he managed to free himself saying that you’ll keep an eye on him and they bought it since they were absolutely fed up with Hanma’s babbling after an hour or so. 

~Bro is LONG so physical activities are no biggie for him. He likes a challenge and if you have a problem, he’ll make fun of you (he’s literally ready to carry you on his back if there’s a need) until it comes to squeezing in between the rocks. Suddenly, he’s not so amused anymore while having to constantly duck, squeeze his shoulders and crawl. 

~Is dead set on ruining every photo you take. You never see it coming either. You want him to take a photo of you with a beautiful panoramic view behind you? Sure! He’ll even instruct you to move a bit and then right before taking a photo, he’ll tell you a hilarious joke or a funny situation from his life and then takes the ugliest shot of your face you have ever seen and refuses to delete it then as you get back he has it printed, framed and hung in his room (you throw it away the moment you come over and see it) or when you just want to take a selfie and he appears from nowhere in dumb sunglasses and even dumber smile the very moment you take it. 

~You’d think he’d be more enthusiastic during free time, but he doesn’t really have anywhere he wants to go and just follows you around. Ah yeah, you forgot that all of the time is free time for him. That being said, he’s chill most of the time, maybe suggests a bar if it looks cool enough. He’d pull you into a side alley for an intense make out session for shits and giggles.

~Another one to camp in your hotel room. Or even better, he’ll drag you to his own entirely so that he can go shower saying that he’ll be back in a second only to come out with wet hair and only a towel around his waist to see your reaction.

~You’d probably play some fun games together or watch something while commenting on it and cuddling. And no, he does not care about his disgusted roommates. He is going to latch himself onto you no matter the position you sit/lay in. 

~Probably tried to sneak into your room after bed hours. Like, legit opened the window in his (if we’re talking about ground level rooms) after the teachers checked everything and got his roommates to cover for him and say that he’s in the bathroom while he texted you to open yours and sneaked in to sleep with you. He probably got away with it as well. 

~He’d absolutely want to feed the piranhas in the zoo. Like, he’d watch the worker with shiny eyes and torment them until they let him even if it’s not exactly allowed. Same goes for feeding the goats and petting the horses. He’d be jumping over fences and running from security but he’s absolutely petting everything that’s pettable. 

~Starts screaming when he reads on a terrarium label about a “mountain chicken” and there’s a frog inside. Goes as far as to bother random strangers and ask them whether they see a chicken or a frog. 

~Probably got bitten by a llama.

[delicatefm]

( MAIA REFICCO. TWENTY-FOUR. FEMALE. SHE/HER. ) in texas, EMILIA ACOSTA is more commonly known as EMMY. they’ve been living in stratford for A FEW MONTHS and currently RECEPTIONIST AT STRATFORD SHERIFF’S OFFICE. some say they are LOQUACIOUS & CALCULATED but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re LOYAL & DETERMINED. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear FLORIDA!!! by TAYLOR SWIFT FT FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE playing from their window. ( case files depicting the information about the murder of her brother scattered across the floor, the smell of strawberry and vanilla from her favorite shampoo, a small silver necklace that she always wears. ) 

FULL NAME: emilia rose acosta.

NICKNAME(S): emmy, rose, costa.

AGE:  twenty-four.

DATE OF BIRTH: july 14, 2000.

PLACE OF BIRTH: georgetown, south carolina.

CURRENT LOCATION: stratford, texas.

GENDER: cis female.

PRONOUNS: she/her.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteroromantic.

RELIGION: christianity.

OCCUPATION: receptionist at stratford sheriff's department.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: one bedroom apartment / living with her mother at the moment.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM:  maia reficco.

HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: brunette / mostly down in curls or ponytail.

EYE COLOR: brown.

EYESIGHT:  perfect vision in both eyes.

HEIGHT:  five foot, three inches.

BODY AND BUILD:  athletic.

TATTOOS: none at the moment.

PIERCINGS: ears.

CLOTHING STYLE: casual.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: scar above her left eye.

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S): none.

PHYSICAL DISORDER(S): none.

ALLERGIES: bullshit ( we joke ).

SLEEPING HABITS: she can fall asleep just about anywhere and takes sleep very seriously.

EATING HABITS: she's cannot cook. her brother used to cook for her but since he has been gone, she hasn't learned. she feasts on take out food..

SOCIABILITY: very easy going. she doesn't make friends super easily but once you get to know her, she can't shut up.

ADDICTIONS: none.

DRUG USE: nothing.

ALCOHOL USE: never.

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: ana maria acosta.

FATHER: unknown.

EX: wanted connection.

CHILDREN: none.

BEST FRIEND: wanted connection.

SIBLING(S): older brother ( age 34 ).

PET(S): none.

BIOGRAPHY

( trigger warning: alcohol abuse, murder )

you were from a small town in south carolina born to a single mother ana maria acosta. you came second to an older brother who had been born ten years prior. while your mother worked to put food on the table, your older brother was taking care of you. he was young but he cared for you as if you were his own child. your mother drank too much when she was not working so your brother had to step up. he was often found helping you with your homework or taking you to school events. it wasn’t his responsibility but he was always there when you needed him. 

he left when you were only eighteen. he didn’t say where he was going and when you begged him to take you with him, he said he couldn’t. instead, he gave you a silver necklace and told you he loved you. that was the last time that you ever spoke to him. you would have followed but your mom needed you more. her drinking got worse and you had to get a job to cover the bills. you could barely get her out of her room at times let alone to go to a job. it wasn’t your destiny to become the caregiver but her brother had done it for so long that it wasn’t about time that she stepped up. 

you waited five years to hear anything from your brother. you didn’t expect to find a news article while searching for him to let you know the unimaginable. a murder with no suspect in texas. you couldn’t figure out why he would have went across the country to texas. you also couldn’t figure out why someone had murdered him. packing up your bags and dragging your mother with you, you find yourself heading to texas. you get a job at the sheriff’s office and talk to a few of the cops and find out that they have suspects in mind. someone involved in the biker gangs killed your brother and you are determined to figure out who and why. 

they say revenge is sweet and you are willing to burn the town to the ground to learn the truth. 

[ccorinthian]

Ignacio; it shall become yours

Poetically inspired work I’ve been editing for the past few months. Sketching the life of Nacho growing up transgender. I wanted to capture flashes of memory and emotion, challenging myself in form and style. 1225 words. References to sketchy medical procedures, violence, etc.

Bruised knee, scraped elbow. Pulled hair, tiny fists.

Pain. Blood.

A milky white tooth.

Taste of metal. Spit.

Hot sand, rocks against spine, blinding sun in a deep blue sky;

Head hits ground, hair full of sand, scorching heat.

A large, hard rock finds its way to a small, soft hand.

Dull thud. Rock meets skull.

Screaming. Like a wounded animal.

Topple the boy. Stand up.

Brush grime off your dress.

Blue fabric, torn.

Broken action figure in the dunes.

Its arm has come off.

Pick it up.

Taste of metal. Spit.

Torn plastic held safely in the hand of a child, passed to another; back to its rightful owner.

Frightened, grateful eyes meet a gaze of fire; veiled by long, greasy hair.

Bruised hand reaches out to hold the soft.

Two pairs of feet walking away.

Let the thief scream and writhe alone under the blistering midday sun.

—

Tiles covering the walls: cold, hard, mint green. Carpet beneath bare feet: Red, round, soft.

Products on shelves of wire: shampoo. Bodywash. Deodorant.

Mirror concealed behind white condensation; dense, hot air.

Buzzing.

White porcelain. Cold water. Hissing tap.

Hair wet and heavy; tickling thin, bruised shoulders.

Buzzing.

Quivering hand clenches a small, vibrating machine. Sharp blades slice air.

Taste of metal.

Split.

Dark strands hit the porcelain sink.

Buzzing.

Scent of soap and heat; children laughing through the foggy window; a sliver of warm afternoon sun strikes across lips, nose, eyes – golden with light, molten. Holy.

Strands fall rapidly, the buzzing must not cease, what has been started shall be finished.

Knocking at the door.

The buzzing shall not cease.

Taste of metal. Spit.

Knocking at the door.

The buzzing will not cease.

Voice of the father. It calls a distant name.

Disconnected, wrong.

Knocking at the door.

Final strands fall, taste of metal, spit, open door.

Eyes of the father.

Fear, disappointment, shock.

“Mija…”

—

St. Ignatius of Antioch, Syria.

Born around year 69, sentenced to death in 107.

Torn apart by beasts in Rome.

Travelled through continents to die.

Holy martyrdom.

Ignatius was not fearful of death; it was welcomed.

Fire, cross, struggles with wild beasts, wrenching of bones, mangling of limbs-let them come to me, provided only I make my way to Jesus Christ.

—

Lanky. Thin. Body of a teenager. Anxious. Clad in a hood, striving for anonymity.

Amateur.

Dry, cold air.

Straighten your back, observe:

Deep shadows, high walls, black asphalt;

Ambulance in the distance, barking dogs, late night drivers.

Wide stanced stranger. Pocketed hands. Expressionless. Experienced. Back straight, observing.

Approach.

Buzzing from fluorescent lights on the alley wall, the stranger camouflaged in shade cast from a dumpster.

Breathe.

Do it scared.

Nervous shifting; quivering hand produces bills from the grey hoodie pocket. It briefly touches unfamiliar skin: warm, confident;

Hair rising on the neck, heart pounding in ears, sweat collecting on face and palms, jaw clenching, blood itching.

This could become a grave.

Route of exit, points of weakness.

Choose wisely: fight or flight. Never freeze.

Small bag of packed plastic held lightly in the warm hand, exchanged with paper.

No words.

One pair of feet hastes away.

Taste of metal.

Spit.

Clench your fists.

Breathe.

Ignacio; fear not the wrenching of bones.

—

Tiles covering the walls.

Soft carpet beneath bare feet.

Products on shelves.

Steam on the mirror.

Skull vibrates, children laughing in the evening glow, the sun strikes a beam onto two faces: young and old.

Molten gold.

Holy.

Buzzing air.

Head is held firmly; gentle and calloused working hands kissing smooth, young skin.

Itching shirt, antsy body, buzzing in ear, in neck, in bones.

Eye contact with dad, look away, glance back.

Look.

He’s smiling.

Firm grasp on shoulder, buzzing stops, run a hand across your hair.

It’s perfect.

Voice of the father; whispering a name, familiar, yours.

Connect your eyes again, smile, listen:

“Mijo.”

Ignacio; fear not the cross.

—-

Small glass vials and long needles, soft flesh and hard muscle, quivering hands and gritted white teeth.

Red walls with posters, piles of laundry, cassette tapes.

Alcoholic swabs on a tray of plastic.

Shelf on the wall. Doll in a blue dress. Fine layer of dust shimmering. Ray of light from a crack between gently blowing curtains.

The doll glows.

Green plastic eyes. Staring.

Metal pierces rubber, viscous liquid slowly drained from its vial.

Look.

Rising sun. Light catches in the fluid; molten, golden flame.

Breathe.

Taste of metal.

Swallow.

Replace the needle with another, dispose of the first.

Cold skin, evaporated alcohol.

Breathe. Do it scared.

Metal pierces flesh, slowly;

Breathe.

You can barely feel it. You’ve had worse.

Feel the fire in your veins. Glow from within.

Let it enter your body. May it fill you, may it warm you, may it make you whole.

Creaking from the bed, lay your body down, rest.

Breathe.

Ignacio; fear not the fire.

—

Bruised knee, scraped elbow. Taste of gravel, firm fists.

Blood.

Taste of metal. Spit it in the face of your aggressor.

Hot asphalt, empty beer cans crumpling under his spine. Cast your shadow over him.

Bloodied shirt held by its collar, knees digging into asphalt, rapid breathing underneath you;

Skull against pavement, once, twice.

Silence. Limp body. Release it.

Straighten your back, rise.

Bloody hand reaching out for another.

An old friend, bruised, hurt.

Protected.

Your body employed for good.

Fire burning within.

Follow him home, leave the limp body behind.

Two pairs of feet walk away.

Ignacio; fear not the struggles with wild beasts.

—

Fluorescents. Buzzing.

Tiles.

Shelves. Products. Medicine.

Animals.

Antiseptic and blood in the air. It burns the nose, packs itself tightly around exposed flesh laid on a table of cold steel.

Eyes on the ceiling, focus on the shimmering lights, tighten your hands on the edge of the metal.

White paper screen blocking the view of your body.

Metal scrapes against bone. Against ribs. Vibrations reverberate through flesh and blood.

A distant voice speaks, inaudible through the haze of medical grade tranquiliser and analgesia.

Your mouth is insatiable.

Taste the metal. Taste.

Feel the metal. Feel.

Sharp, cold, hard. Cutting through flesh: smooth, warm, soft.

Fluorescent lights. Buzzing.

Foreign tools scraping.

Gaze upward. Let light burn your eyes. It is as bright as the sun.

Cold, harsh, clinical. Round.

Stare at your artificial sun, watch the hazy edges blur. Observe: clad in white, he leans towards you.

Fire, metal, blades, needles.

Gold.

Head engulfed in light, sunlight radiating from behind. Stare, observe, reach out your shivering hand, attempt. Touch the untouchable.

Your hand shivers in the fluorescent air; its metallic tinge draws bruises upon your flesh;

It cannot be reached; it pulls away.

Weep.

Taste the metal.

Feel the metal scrape against your bones.

It lasts hours.

It lasts years.

What has been started must be finished.

Fluorescent lights. Buzzing.

Do it scared.

Tighten your fists, wrap your bruised fingers around cold, stainless steel;

Flesh transpierced, this is holy, this is the creation of man.

Ignacio; fear not the mangling of limbs.

–

The strong, muscular body of a young man. Confidence. Clad in a red shirt, recognisable. Experienced.

Back already straightened, eyes already observing;

Dry, cold air. Long shadows, high walls, silent ambiance;

Ambulance in the distance, barking dogs, late night drivers.

Money already in hand, effortlessly trading for familiar packed plastic.

A nod from the familiar stranger.

“See ya next month, Nacho.”

[nell-sims]

💒rosewood convenience dl

this took an embarrassing amount of time for me to build. features buyable food your sim can actually eat, washers and dryers, functional vending machines ♡ lot size: 20x15 lot type: retail

cc + download under the cut

all cc links HERE *built using omps + moveobject on*

🍰cc used:

aira: froggy milk

anxioussimmer: backlit sign, decals, informational posters, outside wall sign, posted flyers

ats4: sugar, cereal box, coffee bag, chocolate box, honeyrings box, oat flakes box, energetic drinks, soda can, vending machines

ccbybudgie: little boxes, credit card stickers, dried camper food, felt letterboard, mt. komorebi posters

charlypancakes: modish book laying

littlecakes: tubular tv

littlemssam: atm, entrance fee lot trait

lumenniveus: astra nova phone, incheon bag, table shampoo two

mlys: exhibition set free standing label

peacemaker: creta lineal light beam short, hinterlands restring wine bottle

picardsims: sick days box1, drops, fridge decor notes

rvsn: shop chef (chip display, slushie dispenser, slushie object, tabletop drink dispenser), on cloud wine bottle

severinka: display 1x fridge, display 1x open, display 2x open

sforzinda: clutter

simkoos: boba storage container v2, cafeteria cup dispenser, clutter hairbrush, clutter memo pad, protein medium, protein small, stroller deluxe, study group casual backpacks

syboulette: candy diapers box, clarisse folder box, bathroom toilet tool bucket, toilet paper pack, traveller pile of clothes

srslysims: scco ingredients

🍓dl HERE my gallery id: thenellsims

[hectorgon5]

Peter thought moving into the Avengers Tower would be awesome. State-of-the-art tech, cool rooftop views, unlimited Wi-Fi.

Day one: he walks into the kitchen and sees Thor, dripping wet, singing Wagner at full volume while towel-drying Mjölnir.

Day two: Tony sleepwalks. He programs the espresso machine in his sleep. Then lectures it for "betraying his trust."

Day three: Steve wakes Peter up at 6 a.m. for mandatory yoga. Calls it “team bonding.” Peter calls it “leg day for your soul” and collapses on the mat.

By day five, he’s begging to do chores just for some time alone. But nope—Wanda keeps rearranging the furniture telekinetically, Ant-Man lives in the vents, and someone—he suspects Bucky—keeps replacing his shampoo with maple syrup.

He tries to hide in his room, only to find Hulk already napping in his bed. When asked why, Hulk simply says, “Good vibes.”

Peter packs a bag, stares at the chaos, and sighs.

“I miss Aunt May’s closet. At least the weird noises were just raccoons.”

[skunk-bags]

The Ultimate Guide to Travel Pouches: Convenience and Organization on the Go

Traveling is an exciting adventure, but packing can often become a stressful task. Whether you’re going on a weekend getaway or an international trip, staying organized is key to a smooth experience. One essential item that many travelers overlook is the humble travel pouch. These small but mighty accessories help keep your belongings tidy, accessible, and secure while on the move.

In this guide, we’ll explore everything you need to know about travel pouches—why they matter, different types, how to choose the right one, and tips for using them effectively.

Why Are Travel Pouches Important?

In the world of travel, space is precious. Carrying everything haphazardly inside your suitcase or backpack can lead to frustration, wasted time, and even lost items. Travel pouches offer a practical solution to these problems by providing designated compartments for your belongings.

Some of the key benefits include:

Organization: Separate your toiletries, electronics, documents, and accessories for quick access.

Protection: Keep fragile or valuable items safe from damage or spills.

Convenience: Easily transfer items between bags without unpacking everything.

Security: Some travel pouches come with locks or RFID protection for added safety.

Space Saving: Compress items efficiently, making the most of your luggage space.

Using travel pouches can transform your packing routine from chaotic to calm, saving you time and stress.

Different Types of Travel Pouches

The market offers a wide variety of travel pouches designed for different purposes. Understanding the types can help you select the ones that suit your needs best:

1. Toiletry Pouches

These pouches are designed specifically to hold your personal care items like shampoo, toothpaste, razors, and makeup. They are usually water-resistant or waterproof to prevent leaks from spreading to other luggage contents.

2. Electronics Pouches

Keep your chargers, headphones, power banks, and cables organized in one place. Electronics pouches often have padded compartments to protect fragile gadgets from impact.

3. Document Pouches

Ideal for passports, boarding passes, travel insurance papers, and currency. Some document pouches come with RFID-blocking technology to prevent digital theft.

4. Jewelry Pouches

Small and padded pouches help protect your jewelry and delicate accessories from scratches and tangling.

5. Compression Pouches

These pouches help compress clothing or soft items, saving space in your luggage and keeping items compact.

6. Multi-purpose Pouches

Many travel pouches offer versatile compartments suitable for a combination of items, making them perfect for general organization.

How to Choose the Right Travel Pouches

Choosing the right travel pouches depends on your travel style, the type of trip, and your packing preferences. Here are some factors to consider:

Material

Look for durable, lightweight, and water-resistant materials like nylon, polyester, or TPU-coated fabrics. These materials resist wear and tear and protect contents from moisture.

Size and Capacity

Select pouches that fit the volume of items you need to carry. Having a variety of sizes helps segregate items effectively.

Compartments and Organization

Multiple compartments or mesh pockets within a pouch help keep things organized and visible.

Ease of Cleaning

Travel pouches can get dirty easily, especially toiletry ones. Choose pouches that are easy to wipe clean or machine washable.

Security Features

If you carry valuables or important documents, consider pouches with zipper locks or RFID-blocking technology.

Tips for Using Travel Pouches Effectively

To get the most out of your travel pouches, here are some practical tips:

Categorize Items: Use separate pouches for toiletries, electronics, documents, and other essentials to avoid mixing.

Label Your Pouches: This helps quickly identify contents without opening each one.

Pack Smart: Fill pouches efficiently, rolling clothes where possible, or using small containers for liquids to save space.

Keep Essentials Handy: Store your most-used items like passport or phone charger in easily accessible pouches.

Use Clear Pouches: Clear or mesh pouches allow you to see contents at a glance, speeding up security checks and packing.

Benefits of Travel Pouches Beyond Organization

Besides keeping your luggage neat, travel pouches offer several other advantages:

Reduced Stress: Knowing everything has its place minimizes the anxiety of finding items quickly.

Improved Hygiene: Toiletry pouches contain spills, preventing clothes or electronics from damage.

Flexibility: You can use individual pouches on day trips or excursions without carrying your entire luggage.

Travel-Friendly: Many airlines require liquids in separate clear bags; a travel pouch fits perfectly with these rules.

Where to Buy Travel Pouches?

Travel pouches are widely available both online and in physical stores. Popular e-commerce platforms feature pouches in various styles, materials, and price ranges. Some well-known travel brands offer specially designed pouches that combine durability and functionality.

Before buying, read user reviews to gauge durability, size, and ease of use. Also, consider investing in sets of pouches to cover different purposes rather than buying single pouches piecemeal.

Final Thoughts

Organizing your luggage efficiently can significantly improve your travel experience. Incorporating travel pouches into your packing routine offers an easy and affordable way to keep your belongings safe, accessible, and neatly arranged. Whether you are a frequent traveler or an occasional vacationer, the right travel pouch can simplify your journey and reduce stress.

Next time you prepare for a trip, consider investing in high-quality travel pouches designed to meet your specific travel needs. Your future self will thank you for the convenience and peace of mind.

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The Power of High-Speed Rotary Packaging Machines

In today's fast-paced manufacturing world, speed and efficiency are no longer just competitive advantages—they're essential for survival. As industries evolve to meet the rising demands of global consumers, packaging plays a critical role in the production process. One innovation that has significantly transformed the packaging landscape is the high-speed rotary packaging machine. These mechanical marvels are driving productivity, ensuring consistency, and reducing labor costs across multiple industries. Let’s explore how these powerful machines are revolutionizing packaging as we know it.

What Are High-Speed Rotary Packaging Machines?

High-speed rotary packaging machines are advanced systems designed to automate the process of forming, filling, and sealing packages at exceptional speeds. Unlike traditional linear machines, rotary machines operate in a circular or rotary fashion, enabling continuous motion packaging.  pouch packaging machines This not only boosts output rates but also ensures a more compact footprint and higher efficiency.

Typically used in industries such as food and beverage, pharmaceuticals, cosmetics, and consumer goods, these machines are capable of handling various package types including pouches, sachets, bags, and even bottles, depending on the machine design.

Key Features That Set Rotary Machines Apart

High-Speed Output As the name suggests, speed is the hallmark of rotary packaging machines. Capable of completing hundreds of cycles per minute, these machines dramatically increase throughput, helping manufacturers meet large-scale production goals with ease.

Precision and Consistency Automation ensures that every package is filled, sealed, and labeled with unmatched precision. This reduces product waste and improves overall quality control, which is especially crucial in regulated industries like pharmaceuticals and food.

Versatility Many rotary systems come equipped with interchangeable parts or modular designs, allowing for quick changeovers between different products or packaging formats. This flexibility is a major benefit in dynamic markets where product lines frequently evolve.

Compact Footprint By organizing the packaging process in a circular layout, rotary machines occupy less floor space compared to linear systems. This makes them ideal for manufacturers with space constraints.

Reduced Downtime These machines are designed for continuous motion, which translates to less downtime. vacuum packaging machine Some models also include features like automatic film alignment, error detection, and tool-less changeovers to further enhance uptime.

Industries Benefiting from High-Speed Rotary Packaging

1. Food and Beverage

Whether it’s single-serve snacks, coffee pods, or liquid beverages, rotary packaging machines ensure that food items are packaged quickly and safely. These machines support vacuum sealing, nitrogen flushing, and tamper-evident sealing—key features that preserve freshness and extend shelf life.

2. Pharmaceuticals

In the pharmaceutical sector, speed must never compromise accuracy. Rotary machines used here are engineered for precise dosing and strict hygiene standards. They are often used to package tablets, capsules, and powders into blister packs or sachets.

3. Cosmetics and Personal Care

From face creams to shampoos and lotions, the cosmetics industry benefits from rotary machines for filling and sealing both flexible and rigid packaging. Their precision helps ensure every unit looks professional and meets branding requirements.

4. Chemical and Industrial Goods

Even in heavy-duty sectors like chemicals or automotive products, rotary machines are utilized for packaging adhesives, lubricants, and cleaning agents. Specialized designs can handle corrosive or viscous substances with ease.

The Economic Impact: Why Speed Matters

High-speed rotary packaging machines are not just a technological upgrade—they're a strategic investment. Here’s why:

Lower Labor Costs: Automation reduces the need for manual labor, helping manufacturers save on wages, training, and human error correction.

Faster Time-to-Market: Quicker packaging allows for faster product launches and better responsiveness to market trends.

Improved ROI: Though the initial cost of a high-speed rotary machine can be significant, the return on investment is high thanks to reduced waste, lower overhead, and faster production.

Environmental Considerations

Sustainability is becoming a driving force in packaging decisions. High-speed rotary machines contribute to green initiatives in several ways:

Efficient Use of Materials: These machines optimize material usage, reducing film waste and over-packaging.

Energy Efficiency: Newer models are designed to consume less power while delivering higher output.

Compatibility with Eco-Friendly Films: Many machines can work with biodegradable or recyclable materials, helping companies align with sustainability goals.

Trends and Innovations

As technology continues to evolve, rotary packaging machines are becoming smarter and more efficient. Here are some emerging trends:

Integration with IoT: Modern machines are equipped with sensors and connectivity features that allow real-time monitoring, predictive maintenance, and data-driven optimization.

Artificial Intelligence (AI): AI algorithms can help fine-tune operations by predicting jams, adjusting speeds, or identifying inconsistencies.

Robotic Integration: Robotics are being paired with rotary systems for tasks like automated loading/unloading and quality inspection.

Choosing the Right Machine: What to Consider

When selecting a high-speed rotary packaging machine, manufacturers should consider several factors:

Production Needs: Define the desired output speed and volume.

Product Type: Different machines handle liquids, powders, or solids differently.

Package Style: Whether you need stand-up pouches, flat sachets, or spouted bags, make sure the machine supports your preferred format.

Space Availability: Assess your factory layout to ensure a suitable fit.

Budget and ROI: Factor in the total cost of ownership, not just the upfront price.

Conclusion

The power of high-speed rotary packaging machines lies in their ability to combine speed, accuracy, and flexibility in one compact unit. As industries face mounting pressure to deliver more, faster, and with greater sustainability, these machines are stepping up to the challenge. Investing in rotary packaging technology isn't just about keeping up—it's about staying ahead.

Whether you're a small manufacturer looking to scale or a large enterprise seeking to optimize efficiency, embracing this cutting-edge machinery could be the key to unlocking your full production potential.

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How to Clean & Maintain Cosplay Costumes

Cosplay costumes could be an investment in themselves. Be it store-bought or handcrafted, these usually entail light fabrics, elaborate embellishments and specific pieces of equipment that need to be maintained. Proper care of your cosplay costumes can keep them fresh and ready for future conventions, photo shoots, and events. In this guide, we’ll go over the best ways to clean, store, and maintain your cosplay outfits.

1. Cosplay Costumes Materials: What You Need to Know

Cosplay costumes are typically made out of diverse materials such as:

Materials (cotton, polyester, spandex, velvet, satin, et cetera)

Prop foam and Eva foam (for armour and props)

Leather and faux leather

Plastic and resin (for parts and props)

Feathers and fringe (feathers, fringes, etc.)

If you can, check the fabric content and care labels before cleaning. For a homemade getup, make note of the materials used in your costume when considering how to launder.

You may like to read: The Most Popular Cosplay Characters of 2025

2. How to Wash Cosplay Costumes

A. Hand Washing (Best for Delicate Costumes)

Fill a tub or sink with cold water- stear clear of hot water, which can bleed colors and shrink fabrics.

Use a gentle detergent- Baby shampoo or a gentle fabric detergent works well. Avoid harsh chemicals.

Agitate the fabric gently- Do not roughly scrub, particularly on printed or painted areas.

Rinse Well- This time rinse it well to remove any detergent that can build up.

Lay flay to dry- The hanging can shape delicate fabrics. Dry with a towel to remove excess water.

B. Machine Wash (Sturdy Fabrics)

If your costume is made of cotton, polyester or spandex, you might be able to machine wash it.

Dress the inside out when you store it to safeguard prints and embroidery.

Use a cold-water, delicate cycle, and a mesh laundry bag for extra protection.

Avoid using fabric softener, as it can leave a residue on synthetic fabrics.

Do not use a dryer, as the items may shrink or become damaged; air-dry instead.

C. Spot Cleaning (For Stains & Small Areas)

Blot stains gently with a damp cloth with mild detergent.

For oil-based stains, use a small amount of dish soap diluted in water.

When it comes to makeup stains, use makeup remover wipes or a light stain remover.

3. How to Care for Foam, Leather & Accessories

A. Cleaning EVA Foam and Armor Pieces

Wipe the surface with a damp cloth and mild soap.

Do not soak foam or painted armor, as exposing the material to water can ruin it.

You can use a soft brush to clean dirt from textured sections, if necessary.

B. Care for leather & faux leather

Wipe with a damp cloth and gentle soap.

Use leather conditioner to keep the leather from cracking.

Never pack away leather costumes in humid locations, as moisture leads to mold.

C. Cleaning Metal & Plastic Accessories

For plastic pieces, you can use a soft cloth and some mild soap.

Use a dry microfiber cloth to polish metal fittings to eliminate fingerprints.

Wipe them down with a cloth and store accessories in separate bags to minimize scratches.

4. Storage The right way to avoid damage

A. Hanging vs. Folding

Use padded hangers for structured costumes (jackets, capes, dresses) to preserve shape.

Packing: Fold your stretch fabrics (spandex bodysuits) flat to avoid hanger marks.

B. Use Garment Bags

Use breathable garment bags to store costumes to keep them dust- and moisture-free.

Plastic bags are not best, as they can keep humidity around them and can lead to mildew.

C. Store Props & Accessories Individually

For smaller props and accessories, use plastic bins or separate pouches.

Make sure to label each storage box so that you can find pieces when you need to.

You may like to read: A Ultimate Guide to the World’s Most Famous Cosplays: How to Join & Rules

5. Emergency Repairs & Touch-Ups

A. Sewing Kit Essentials

Needles and threads (that match costume colors), fabric glue, and safety pins are important for those quick fixes.

B. Fabric Tape & Hot Glue Gun

Hem or Fix Loose Seams: Use Fabric Tape

Minor prop damage can be fixed with a hot glue gun but be careful.

C. Color Touch-Ups

For small color corrections, use fabric markers or acrylic paint.

Paint or polish scuffed shoes or armor.

Conclusion

By taking care of your cosplay costumes, you increase their longevity and ensure that they will be in great state for another cosplay. While the secret to ensuring your dress stays as bright and well-structured as it was the day you bought it lies in knowing the types of fabric, using the right cleaning methods and storing your dress properly. Whether you’re getting ready for another convention or just making sure your collection lends itself well to a museum exhibit, these tips to maintain your cosplay will help it stay fresh and ready for action.

FAQs

Q1: How often should I wash my cosplay?

A: Do you need to wash earphones, and how often? If a costume is heavily used, wash it after each time it’s worn. A lightly worn costume can be washed after a few wears.

Q2:Is a washing machine suitable for washing my cosplay costume?

A: It depends on the fabric. Durable materials such as cotton or polyester can go in a machine wash on a delicate cycle, but delicate fabrics and detailed pieces should be hand-washed.

Q3: How do I get rid of wrinkles on a cosplay costume?

A: If using a steamer, be careful around delicate fabrics; if using an iron, seal the item with a light cloth barrier and use a low-heat setting to avoid scorching.

Q4: What’s the best way to store my cosplay costumes for the long haul?

A: Store fabric costumes in garment bags and props in plastic bins. Store in a dry cool place to avoid being damaged by humidity.

Q5: What do I do if my costume gets stained while at a convention?

A: Immediately, use stain remover wipes or dab with water and mild soap. Bring a small emergency repair kit with cleaning supplies.

And there you have it — if you use these cleaning and maintenance tips, your cosplay costumes will be kept in tip-top shape, ready to wear proudly for years to come!

Source: https://urcosplay.com/how-to-clean-maintain-cosplay-costumes/

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What do you need to pack for Umrah?

If you are excited to travel for Umrah, and don't understand what to pack for Umrah. This is not a big problem, you can get information from experienced Umrah travelers, as they have gone through this journey. Rather you can find information for your packing on the internet and this is an easy way.

It is an honor for you that Allah has called you to His house. Every Muslim has such a beautiful desire that they. When talking about Umrah, the first thing that comes to mind is packing. A trip seems incomplete without packing, because if you shop from another country, your trip may cost you more. So be far from it. Here you can get complete Umrah packing guide.

Travel document:

It is the first important thing in your journey, it plays an important role in your spiritual journey. Many places in Saudi Arabia require a travel document. If you do not take travel documents, you may face many problems. So if you want your journey to be hassle free then carry all the documents with you. The complete list of your travel documents is given below:

Important Documents:

Valid Passport

Umrah Visa

Proof of Vaccination against Meningitis (depending on the Saudi government policy)

Passport-sized Photographs (For emergency use)

Travel Insurance

Hotel Booking Confirmation

Return Flight Tickets

Additional Documents (Depending on Circumstances):

Shahadah Certificate (if you accept Islam recently)

Clothes and shoes:

An essential part of packing is clothes, whenever you travel to another country, you should bring your clothes according to the weather. If you are traveling to Saudi, you should know about their weather and pack your clothes according to Saudi weather. Make sure your clothing fits their culture, and should be loose fitting.

If you don't want to get tired, make sure your shoe selection is comfortable. Many people think that if you pack well, your trip can be enjoyable. Here you can find a complete guide on packing clothes and shoes, given below:

Specific Items of clothing (For Men):

Ihram (Two white seamless sheets for entering the state of Ihram)

Underwear

Innerwear

Outerwear (Light jacket or sweater for cooler evenings)

For Women:

Underwear

Hijab

Abaya

Innerwear

Outerwear (Light jacket or sweater for cooler evenings)

Specific Items of Footwear:

Comfortable sandals

Slippers

Closed-toe shoes (For exploring the city and visiting other places)

Socks

Luggage:

Luggage is the most important thing because all your things that you carry, you can put in luggage (luggage). Always be careful while choosing it, as it is your travel companion. If you want your journey to be smooth and hassle-free, choose a good quality bag. Some types of luggage are given below.

Hard Shell Suitcase

A good quality suitcase with a hard case and built-in locking system is recommended.

Avoid soft, as they can be easily opened by thieves or malicious individuals.

Suitcase locks and keys

Luggage tags

Bag pack

Essential Prayer:

Pack all the things used in prayer, it is a very sensitive thing, so there is no mistake in it. These things are related to your purpose, so it is important that you pack everything related to your prayer. It is used in your prayer, some of the essential rules of prayer are as follows:

List of prayer essentials:

Pocket Quran

Dua Book

Dua List

Tasbeeh

Digital Dhikr Counter

Seven-Bead Tasbeeh (To keep count of your circuits during Tawaf and Sa’i.)

Prayer Mat

Compass for the Qibla

Umrah Guide Book

Toiletries/hygiene:

Towels

Toothbrush/Miswaak

Toothpaste

Shampoo/Conditioner

Bar of Soap

Liquid Soap

Toilet Rolls/Pocket Tissues

Wet Wipes (For ladies use)

Hairbrush/Comb

Shaving Machine/Disposable Razors

Deodorant/Anti-Perspirant

Perfume/Attar (without alcohal)

Nail Cutter

Small Scissors

Medication:

Current/Regular Medication

Cold & Flu Relief Medication

Pain Relief Tablets

Travel Sickness Tablets

Moisturizing Cream

Vitamin C Supplements (Take one daily)

Plasters/Blister Plasters/Bandages

Muscle Pain Ointments/Creams

Oral Rehydration Salts

Glucose

Electronics:

Universal Travel Adapter

Mobile Phone

Saudi Sim Card

Mobile Phone Charger

Portable Charger/Power Bank

E-reader/Smart Tablet

Earphones/Headphones

Wrist Watch

Alarm Clock

Torch/Flashlight

Travel Iron

Travel Kettle

Portable Fan/Cooling Device

Conclusion: In order for your Umrah to go well and be spiritually enlightened, careful planning is essential before you leave. If you prepare ahead of time and bring only the essentials, you can fully immerse yourself in the Umrah experience and focus on its spiritual meaning. Moreover, knowing about various time-management strategies for Umrah is also essential for a hassle-free pilgrimage to Mecca. I hope your journey is a life-changing event full of blessings, absolution, and spiritual development.

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Are Vapes Allowed on Planes? Your Ultimate Guide to Puffing on the Go

Traveling by air can be a high-stress experience, especially for vapers who are unsure about the rules surrounding their beloved e-cigarettes. The skies may be friendly, but the rules about vaping can be anything but clear. So, are vapes allowed on planes? Grab your carry-on and join us on this entertaining and informative journey through the clouds as we unravel the mysteries of vaping at 30,000 feet. Spoiler alert: you might want to leave your cloud-chasing ambitions on the ground! Packing Your Vape Gear – The Dos and Don'ts Vape Gear in Your Carry-On First things first, let's talk about packing. The Transportation Security Administration (TSA) has a few rules that vapers need to follow. According to TSA guidelines, you can carry your e-cigarette and vape pens in your carry-on luggage. However, there are a few caveats. Lithium batteries, the lifeblood of your device, must also be in your carry-on. This rule is in place because lithium batteries have a nasty habit of catching fire. And let's face it, nothing ruins a flight faster than an impromptu fire drill at 30,000 feet. So, pack those batteries in your carry-on and keep the skies friendly! Liquids and E-Juice Regulations Now, what about those deliciously flavored e-juices? The TSA has you covered here too, but not without its quirks. E-liquids fall under the same liquid restrictions as shampoo, lotion, and that mysterious bottle of cologne you never use. This means each container should not exceed 3.4 ounces (100 milliliters), and all your liquids should fit into a single quart-sized, clear plastic bag. Sure, it sounds like a lot of rules, but think of it as a mini-game of Tetris. And remember, a well-packed bag is a happy bag! The In-Flight Vaping Rules – Turbulence Ahead Vaping in the Lavatory Alright, you've successfully navigated security. Now comes the tricky part – the flight itself. As tempting as it might be to sneak a quick puff in the lavatory, resist the urge. Airplane smoke detectors are no joke. They're incredibly sensitive and designed to detect even the smallest amount of smoke or vapor. If you set off the alarm, you'll not only face the wrath of the flight crew but also a hefty fine. Plus, you might find yourself explaining your actions to airport security upon landing. So, let's keep those vape clouds grounded and enjoy the flight without any additional turbulence. Friendly Skies, Strict Rules Airlines are pretty clear on their stance: vaping is strictly prohibited on flights. This includes all forms of electronic smoking devices, whether you're in first class or back in the cheap seats. The ban is in place to ensure the comfort and safety of all passengers. Besides, no one wants to sit next to a human fog machine for several hours. So, put your vape pen away, sit back, relax, and maybe enjoy an in-flight movie instead. Trust us, it's better than facing the stern look of a flight attendant. Navigating Layovers – To Vape or Not to Vape? Airport Designated Smoking Areas Layovers can be a mixed bag. On one hand, they give you a break from the confines of the plane; on the other, they can be a challenge for vapers. Most airports have designated smoking areas where you can legally vape. These areas are typically outside the terminal, so you might need to go through security again. It's a bit of a hassle, but hey, it's a chance to stretch your legs and get some fresh (or not-so-fresh) air. Just follow the signs or ask an airport employee to point you in the right direction. International Layovers and Local Laws When you're traveling internationally, things can get even more complicated. Each country has its own set of rules regarding vaping. For instance, in some countries, vaping is completely banned, while others might have more lenient regulations. Before you start your journey, it's a good idea to research the vaping laws of your destination and any layover countries. This will save you from any unpleasant surprises and ensure that you stay on the right side of the law. Remember, when in doubt, it's better to ask than to risk a fine or confiscation of your gear. Post-Flight – Puffing and Recharging Arrival at Your Destination Congratulations! You've made it through the flight without incident. Now, it's time to get back to your vaping routine. Most airports have designated smoking areas where you can finally take that much-needed puff. However, before you start blowing clouds, make sure you're aware of the local laws and regulations. Some places have strict anti-smoking and vaping laws, and you don't want to start your trip with a run-in with local authorities. A quick Google search or a chat with a local can save you a lot of trouble. Recharging and Relaxing Once you've settled into your hotel or Airbnb, it's time to recharge – both yourself and your vape. Find a cozy spot, plug in your device, and take a moment to relax. You've earned it! Traveling can be stressful, but with a little planning and patience, you can enjoy your vape without any hassles. So, sit back, take a deep breath (of fresh air), and enjoy your trip. And remember, the next time you're asked, "Are vapes allowed on planes?" you'll be the one with all the answers. Conclusion Navigating the world of vaping while traveling by air can be tricky, but it's not impossible. This ultimate guide offers a humorous and relaxed approach to understanding the do's and don'ts of flying with vape gear. From packing your e-cigarettes and e-liquids in your carry-on to respecting in-flight no-vaping policies, this guide covers all the bases. It also highlights the importance of being aware of local laws during layovers and at your destination. With careful planning and adherence to regulations, you can enjoy a smooth and stress-free travel experience, vape in hand (or in carry-on). Safe travels and happy vaping! FAQs 1. Can I bring my vape on a plane? Yes, you can bring your vape on a plane, but there are specific guidelines you need to follow. Vapes and e-cigarettes must be packed in your carry-on luggage, not in your checked baggage, due to the fire risk associated with lithium batteries. Additionally, e-liquids must comply with the TSA's liquid restrictions, meaning each container should be no larger than 3.4 ounces (100 milliliters) and all containers must fit into a single quart-sized, clear plastic bag. 2. Can I use my vape during the flight? No, you cannot use your vape during the flight. Vaping is strictly prohibited on all airlines. Attempting to vape, even in the lavatory, can trigger smoke alarms and result in severe consequences, including fines and potential legal action. It’s best to respect the rules and enjoy your flight without attempting to vape. 3. Where can I vape during a layover? During a layover, you can usually vape in designated smoking areas at the airport. These areas are often located outside the terminal, meaning you might need to go through security again to re-enter the airport. Always follow the signs to the smoking areas or ask airport staff for directions to avoid vaping in restricted areas and potentially facing fines. 4. Are there different vaping rules for international flights? Yes, vaping rules can vary significantly for international flights, especially concerning layovers and your destination country. Each country has its own regulations regarding vaping, with some countries having stricter laws than others. It’s important to research the vaping laws of your destination and any countries where you have layovers to ensure compliance and avoid any legal issues. 5. What should I do with my vape upon arrival at my destination? Upon arrival, you should locate the designated smoking areas at the airport to use your vape. Additionally, familiarize yourself with the local vaping laws and regulations to avoid fines or confiscation of your vape gear. A quick online search or asking a local can help you understand where and when you can legally vape in your destination. Read the full article

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You Will Be Required To Put Rubbish In Prepaid Green Bags For Our City’s Better Cleanliness. What Separates People In Hong Kong Will Be 2 Kinds: Those Who Are Willing To Sacrifice And Those Who Are Stubbornly Self-interested

Rights cannot be divorced from duties. In a community, the duties are called civic responsibility. Life in Hong Kong is full of blessings but some simply take it for granted. So, they cry for what they do not have. They take and will not give. They even do not do what they should do—like handling rubbish responsibly or protecting our city’s environment.  

Hong Kong government is launching a new policy: residents will be required to put their rubbish in prepaid green bags with special labels that will cost 11 Hong Kong cents per litre. Bags will be available in 9 different sizes from 3 litres to 100 litres. The scheme aims to encourage people to recycle more and cut down on the amount of rubbish that we usually generate. Ideally, the ‘garbage bag levy’ will deter some people from producing too much rubbish or using plastic bags excessively. As expected, there is at the moment a big outcry from the public against the policy!

Some complain that they have to work too hard to classify trash and separate plastic items, metal bottles, paper waste and food leftovers etc. Some mourn their lack of money to buy prepaid bags. Some grumble that government did not give them in advance good education on such a scheme. Some scream that there are no corresponding facilities near their homes for collecting such green bags. The elderly have to walk miles for refuse disposal.

We all have to understand that there is no free lunch. Sometimes individual sacrifices are necessary for the greater good of the community. This could involve using up personal time, resources or even adjusting certain habits for the benefit of others or our better future. Hong Kong, by the standard of a world-class city, is surely not clean enough. Apart from many dirty streets, I am shocked to often see rubbish like cigarette packets and styrofoam meal boxes in our beautiful country parks. Selfish behaviours are amazing—can the irresponsible people realize how their self-interests affect others? Do they show any remorse after they make Hong Kong dirty? 

Some believe that the whole scheme of prepaid rubbish bags is a kind of collecting ‘garbage tax’. By imposing a financial cost on our waste disposal, the government will make good money though it can incentivize individuals to reduce their waste generated and increase recycling possibilities. The criticism here is when the economy is bad and people earn less, government should not shift such a money burden to the public.

It was said that a compromise is the art of dividing a cake in such a way that everyone feels that he has the bigger piece. It is not easy. Rather, a compromise may be the art of finishing a game in such a way that everyone has an inch to give but he takes a yard back too. Perhaps for the initial stage of implementation, free rubbish bags can be provided to the public and after a certain period of getting used to the new system, people will start to buy their own bags. The public may think that their effort of co-operating with the government is well appreciated.

The lesson for us now is to learn to reduce the amount of waste that we create. Do you only buy you need? Do you use paperless banking statements? Do you buy shampoo and shower gel with refillable packing? Do you buy a machine to try home composing your food waste? Do you use real crockery and cutlery for dinner parties instead of disposable ones?

Remember: cleanliness is next to godliness.

Maurice Lee

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Advertisement of Rubbish Bags Charging https://youtu.be/pzkSW-FtM6Y?si=LFVMzD1GchXKrEvj  Acknowledgement-Municipal Solid Waste Charging

Rubbish Bug Song https://youtu.be/RAGULGLefgQ?si=difBOvCioR614QTR  Acknowledgement-The584167

Keep Clean Ambassador “Ah Tak” https://youtu.be/S8RZP2A7x7c?si=PdxBJ86yx2tMsvxA  Acknowledgement-ISD, Hong Kong SAR Government

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10 must-have travel items for any trip

No matter where you are travelling, you will want to pack as lightly as possible. This saves you from carrying heavy weight on your shoulders and paying excess baggage fees at airports. Here are the must-have travel items for any trip. 

Reusable water bottle

A reusable water bottle is essential as it reduces your plastic consumption. Always check that the water in your destination is potable. Otherwise, you may want to buy a water bottle with a filter system. Fortunately, all hotels in Central London benefit from water that is perfectly safe to drink. 

Packing cubes

Organise your clothing with packing cubes. These inexpensive zippered pouches keep everything neat and tidy in your bag and work for suitcases and backpacks equally. They’ll also help you from overpacking. Packing cubes come in handy as laundry pouches to protect your delicate clothing while in the washing machine both at home and from the road.

Noise cancelling headphones

A good pair of noise cancelling headphones will be your best friend when travelling as they block out disturbances. These are available as over-the-ear headsets and in-ear buds. Choose a pair that is the most comfortable for you. 

Eye mask

Being in unfamiliar places can cause havoc with your sleeping schedule and you might find yourself impacted by domestic lighting and earlier sunrises. The best hotels in Central London have blackout curtains to help. However, it’s still handy to carry an eye mask in case you are light sensitive. 

Notebook

Carry a small notebook and pen to jot down any anecdotes and stories from your travels. It will be fun to look back on your scribbles in the future and re-live the memories. 

Document wallet

Protect your passport by storing it in a travel wallet. This will reduce the risk of damage and tears that could render it invalid. You may also use this document to hold your foreign currency, driving licence, and other important documentation.

Toiletries and medication

Boutique hotels in Central London usually supply the essentials of soap and shampoo. You will need to pack your favourite creams and other grooming products. Decant your lotions and potions into smaller tubs and bottles to reduce weight. Remember to pack any prescription medication for your trip. 

Sun protection 

Even if you are planning a winter trip, you will need to consider the low sun and UV rays. Always carry sunglasses and a small bottle of sunscreen, regardless of the destination and season. Children will need a hat too. 

Foldable tote bag

Naturally, you will want to purchase souvenirs and gifts. Take a small tote bag that folds into your main day bag. This will also come in handy when picking up snacks and picnic supplies. 

E-reader

They don’t quite compare to the joy of a paper book but an e-reader is a wise item for your travels. These devices are lightweight and contain hundreds, thousands, of books. Purchase one with Wi-Fi so that you can purchase new books using the internet at your hotel in Central London.

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