#Washroom Accessories

[k12academics]

We focus on efficient, environment friendly and high-tech equipment oriented towards the highest hygiene standards in an effort to give our clientes the best tools to face the challenges of the new normality.

[oc-home]

Simple and Effortless by Rona Tooth Brush Holder

Simple and effortless! Rona toothbrush holder brings an urban twist to your bathroom space with its polyresin material. Its beige colour and polished design make this collection is a definite winner!

[hygieneworkwear]

Coreless Toilet Roll 800 Sheets, 2 ply

Upgrade your washroom experience with Jangro's Coreless Toilet Roll, delivering long-lasting quality and comfort with its 900-sheet, 2-ply design - the perfect choice for any business seeking a reliable and cost-effective solution for their restroom needs.

[98752-blog]

super scary pt2

TW: Anal, coercion?, public fondling, public orgasm, tail pulling, thigh riding,

The bar was a cacophony of sound, low lights and a sea of colors and chaos.

It wasn't hard to spot your boys, tucked in the back of the bar, right by the washrooms, a wide view of the whole room.

What surprised you was the costumes they were sporting and even in your semi-delirious state you were baffled.

Your captain was sporting a phantom of the opera mask, dark cloak falling over his shoulders, overtop of the crisp suit he wore.

Gaz was nearly looking like himself, red jacket over an England football jersey, plaid trousers but his neck and hands were adorned with golden accessories.

The one that shocked you the most was your lieutenant, donning a denim vest over a black shirt, spikes atop his shoulders, a red feathery mohawk protruded from his mask, and he had even tied a red bandana around his bicep, the fabric flexing when he reached for his glass.

"Took you two long enough, thought you'd keep us waitin' all night." Ghost rumbled, taking a swig of his bourbon. You couldn't stop staring at him, only jerking in surprise when Soap pulled you onto the bench, your core and ass pulsing from the sudden movement.

A fresh wave of slick trickled down your thighs and you ducked your head in embarrassment, praying to the Gods that your squadmates wouldn't notice.

"Sorry, Lt. Our lil medic had a bit of an issue with 'er costume - couldnae quite figure i' out but I helped. Ain't tha' righ' birdie?" Soap nudged you conspiratorially, you scowled at him, heat rising beneath your cheeks, you could feel your heartbeat in your cunt - and having four pairs of eyes on you certainly wasn't making things more bearable.

"I didn't want to come." You admitted, frown marring your face.

"You lost a bet." Ghost surmised, assessing your reaction instantly. You nodded in defeat, shifting in your seat when the plug pressed against the sensitive spot inside you. You could barely think, could barely breathe - the conversation was carrying on without you, which suited you perfectly, but you needed release, just a little scratch.

"Soap-", the pressure from sitting to standing had you gritting your teeth, hand reaching out to snatch his arm.

"Come with me to get more drinks." No room for argument in your tone, he shrugged when all eyes turned to him, scooting out of the booth and following behind dutifully.

"Doin' alrigh' bonnie? Lookin' awfully heated there." When you both finally reached the bar.

"And who's fault is that?" You seethed, eyes narrowing at his faux innocent expression. He smiled coyly, eyes half lidding when he spied the way your chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Och, dinnae flap, wee one - jus'a coupla hours and ye can work i' off teh yer hearts content." He leaned in, breath warming your ear further.

"Could go fer a quickie if yer real desperate." You squeezed your eyes shut when someone bumped into you from behind, jostling your tail up your ass even more. You hissed quietly, a whine slipping out, Soap pressed himself to your front, head dipped low to speak more filth in your ear - he was all you could see, all you could hear - the loud music drowned out in the sweet lull of his brogue.

"Could jus' take ye in the back, would only need a minute b'fore yer gushin' over ma fingers." You bit your lip, his lips grazed your forehead and you looked at him through your eyelashes, the red hood covering his head, hiding his mohawk, casted a shadow over his gaze - pinning you in place. You sucked in a breath, churning blue waters; a thunderstorm waiting to happen, if you looked away you would be sucked back in, you would drown.

"W-we can't risk it. They'll know..." You whimpered, thighs gently pressing together to abate the hunger licking you in your gut. He smirked, lips pressing to your brow.

"Big ba' wolf, not so ba'. More like a wee pup." He crooned, near mocking. You couldn't bring yourself to retort, at some point you had slipped so close to Soap his thick thigh had come in-between your legs, pressing up against your cunt, just barely grazing the anal plug.

Lost in your haze you barely registered someone coming up right behind you, and tugging on your tail - heat lapped at your insides, you gasped, a moan leaving your throat, the motion sent you jerking into Soap, placing even more pressure on your already sensitive clit. Two sets of hands steadied you as you keened, an orgasm tearing through you, making you stumble.

"Fuckin' 'ell," you heard behind you.

Oh no, oh no, no, no, no

"Ghost," You whined, his warm hands shifting from your waist to your hips. You tipped your head, gaze looking upwards - his dark brown eyes were nearly black, brows lowered behind his mask. Fuck you must have looked like a sight, hair messy, face glistening and mouth agape, desperately trying to breathe through your post orgasmic daze, while your hips were softly rocking back and forth.

"Thought you lot were pickin' a scrap. Looks like I was wrong." Heat curled once more in your cunt, he hadn't taken his hands off you, in fact, he hadn't even looked away - his darkened eyes pinning you in place.

"Innit she jus' tha cutest, Lt.?" Soap said, mouth stretched in a grin, Ghost hummed behind you, eyes dancing over your features before rising to meet Soaps stare.

"Prettiest girl I ever seen." Ghost agreed, you trembled in their hold - the praise dripping down your legs in near rivulets, soaking through Soap's pants..

"Should sho'er how pretty she is." A set of hands drifted down your body, hands gently prying your cheeks apart, something thick pressed itself into you from behind, the rough material doing nothing to hide the size and hardness.

"Does this pup follow orders?"

"Guess we'll find out, Eh, L.t?"

For my muses: @shotmrmiller , @charliemwrites, @ghouljams

you make my worms feel seen

[sissydiaperloverzoe]

What Diaper Discipline elements do you want?

This list is to help you think about the elements of Diaper Discipline you want and can also be used by a partner to list elements they’re comfortable with.

Reblog with what you’d pick!

Let us know in comments if we’ve missed anything ❤️

Diaper Wearing:

Disposable Medical Diapers

Disposable ABDL Diapers

Pull Ups

Cloth Diapers

Diaper Usage:

Wetting

Messing

Frequency:

24/7

Forced Usage:

Bulk forming / Fibre

Suppositories

Oral Laxatives

Enemas

Castor Oil

Catheters

Locking Clothing / Pant

Hollow Butt Plugs

Anal Stretching

Toilet untraining

Checks & Changes:

Partner checks if you need changed exclusively (you can’t ask for changes)

Partner changes you into dry diapers

Partner changes wet diapers

Partner changes messy diaper

Partner does all changes (Not allowed to change yourself)

Partner changes in public (i.e. back of car / disabled washroom)

Adult Baby Clothing:

T-shirt and exposed Diaper

Plain Onesies

AB Onesies

AB Rompers

AB Footed Sleepers

AB Pyjamas

AB Play Clothes (Shortalls, Dresses, etc)

Spreader pants

Mittens

Booties

Bonnets

Adult Baby Accessories:

Pacifier

Bottle

Sippy Cup

Bib

Baby Blanket

Teddy

Chew Toys

Diaper changing bag

Adult Baby Furniture:

Changing Mat

Diapers on display

Changing Table

Crib

High Chair

Playpen

Bouncer

Public Wearing / Usage:

Wear diapers in public

Wet diapers in public

Mess diapers in public

Wear diapers around friends & family

Wet diapers around friends & family

Mess diapers around friends & family

Wear diapers at work

Wet diapers at work

Mess diapers at work

MDLB / DDLG Behaviours:

Being called Baby

Sweet talk (being talked to as if a small child/baby)

Must hold hand in public at all times

Calling partner Mummy/Daddy

Diaper pats

Helped to get dressed/undressed

Bottle feeding

Pretend breast feeding

Spoonfed adult food

Spoonfed baby food

Baby talk

Crawling

Bondage:

Locking Diaper Covers / Plastic Pants

Locking Mittens

Pacifier Gags

Bed Restraints

Straight Jackets

Full Fixation Restraints

Chastity:

Male chastity cage

Self-imposed chastity

Punishments for masturbating in diapers

Punishments:

Time-Outs

Denied/delayed diaper changes

Forced pacifier use

Chastity

Laxatives

Bottom stuffing with a butt plug

Restrained

Loss of adult privileges

Masturbation & Sex:

Vibrator though diaper

Butt plugs

Diaper humping

Prostrate massage (combined with Chastity device)

Pegging

Cuckolding

Sissy:

Pink AB Diapers

Girly AB Onesies

Female AB clothes (dresses, etc)

Full sissy attire

Fake breasts / bras

Makeup & painted nails

Exposure:

Private photo album

Anonymous social media account (faces hidden & identify keep secret)

Attending ABDL events

Visiting ABDL shopS

Public diaper exposure

[ladymarvel27]

Frazzle 🎀 Carlos Sainz

Carlos Sainz x Reader

Series Master List

Description: Can he return on time for the date?

f1 masterlist

“But why?” You almost shout out.

“This,” he opens his phone and shows you the message of details, “an event is today, and a meeting tomorrow.”

“I waited two weeks for this date!” You sat down on the edge of the bed, throwing your hands in the air frustrated. “TWO WEEKS!”

“Don’t worry. It’s just a small event. I will try to return by evening, okay?” He assures, placing his hand on your shoulder. You don’t say anything, your head hanging low. He lifts your chin and holds your gaze, “I promise you, I will be back on time.” You softly nod. “Now let’s get your dress before you leave for work, huh?” A small smile makes its way to your face.

The dress he got you hangs neatly in your wardrobe-Pink in colour. You lined up other accessories, a pair of earrings and a necklace to see how they look with it. Your phone dings.

Princess, how are you? He had messaged you.

Yeah, just returned, you? You replied.

Just attending this boring event.

Looks like you’re not enjoying.

Missing you so much me reina, he sends.

I am also missing you, my bear, you texted

Btw I have made dinner for you, check in the refrigerator.

Oh. You went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. You smiled when you saw an airtight container with a sticky note attached, ‘Dinner for you, Senorita’, and a kiss emoji next to it.

Thank you, Senor, you messaged him.

He sends a kiss emoji

Enjoy the dinner amor, going to dinner too, adios, He wrote.

Adios, my love, you replied and closed your phone.

After doing all your chores, you lay on the bed.

Going to sleep, you ate? He messaged.

Yeah, thanks for the dinner, I was too tired, the message was sent, received and read immediately. You smiled.

Few seconds later, he replies, Mention not mi amor

Btw, when will you return?

I have a meeting tomorrow, I will return by evening.

Good to hear.

It will be like the first date. I will pick you up from your home, bring you flowers, see the sunset together and couple dance to your favourite song.

So romantic, aha, you giggle as you write, remembering his old Renault interview. You send him a gif:

😂😂😂, he replies.

How was the event?

Ah, it was boring, but it was important for sponsorship. How was your day?

Yeah, fine, but I am exhausted.

You should go to sleep.

Yeah, I am in bed.

Good.

Goodnight, bear.

Goodnight, princess.

You closed your phone and placed it on the nightstand. You looked around the room, taking in everything. You smiled to yourself, excited for tomorrow's date. Your hand reached for the table lamp’s switch, you turned it off and went to sleep.

The next day, you returned in the early evening to get ready.

Got the flight, will reach by 7, he had texted you few minutes before.

Have a safe journey, you texted, but the message wasn't received by the other end. ‘He is in flight, it’s obvious’, you thought. Your stomach rumbles. You placed the phone on a charger and went to eat something.

You open the refrigerator to take out the face pack you will use. The water bottles were looking at you, but you ignored them. You didn’t want to go to the washroom in between. Leave them. Half an hour later, you come out of the shower and put on your dress. You put on some music while grooming yourself. You hummed to the music looking in the mirror. You weren’t a master, so you only put on a little so that it won’t ruin your look. You applied the finishing lipstick and pouted in front of the mirror. An hour later, you got ready. You decided to open your phone. The message was still not received. You looked at the clock. It was half past seven.

Carlos, where are you??? You messaged him. ‘What happened? Has he again gone missing like on Tuesday?’ You thought.

You sat on the couch and waited, but the message wasn't even reaching him. You tried calling him several times, but the bell wasn’t ringing. You put on your flats and went outside. Maybe he wanted to surprise you. But no signs of him. It was so hot, but you were still standing. Your throat felt dry. After it became intolerable, you went inside, to the balcony instead.

Your eyes roamed all over the neighbourhood, looking for his car if it was approaching. Your body was drying up, but you seemed to ignore it. You were already tense about Carlos. He wasn’t picking up calls, and your messages weren’t reaching him. You called his parents, but they seemed to come across the same problem. He wasn’t ignoring you. The calls weren’t reaching him.

The streetlights were suddenly turned on, blinding you. Your head felt heavy. You held the railing, trying to support yourself as you sat on the floor against the balcony. You tried getting up, but your steps staggered as you slumped on the floor.

Seperators credit: @saradika-graphics @saradika

Taglist: @faithshouseofchaos @itsjustvs4

[babygabbr]

My Diaper Discipline Choices

Based on this post from @diaperdiscipline

Diaper Wearing:

Disposable Medical Diapers

Training Pants

Diaper Usage:

Wetting

Messing

Frequency:

3-4 days a week

Forced Usage:

Suppositories

Oral Laxatives

Enemas

Castor Oil

Toilet untraining

Checks & Changes:

Partner checks if you need changed exclusively (you can’t ask for changes)

Partner does all changes (Not allowed to change yourself)

Partner changes in public (i.e. back of car / disabled washroom)

Adult Baby Clothing:

T-shirt and exposed Diaper

Plain Onesies

AB Onesies

AB Rompers

AB Footed Sleepers

AB Pyjamas

Spreader pants

Mittens

Booties

Bonnets

Adult Baby Accessories:

Pacifier

Bottle

Sippy Cup

Bib

Baby Blanket

Teddy

Chew Toys

Age 1-2 Toys

Age 3-4 Toys

Young Child Toys (5+)

Diaper changing bag

Adult Baby Furniture:

Changing Mat

Crib

High Chair

Playpen

Bouncer

Public Wearing / Usage:

Wear diapers in public

Wet diapers in public

Mess diapers in public

Wear diapers around friends

Wet diapers around friends

Wear diapers at work

Wet diapers at work

MDLB / DDLG Behaviours:

Being called Baby

Sweet talk (being talked to as if a small child/baby)

Calling partner Mummy/Daddy

Diaper pats

Helped to get dressed/undressed

Bottle feeding

Pretend breast feeding

Spoonfed adult food

Spoonfed baby food

Crawling

Bondage:

Locking Diaper Covers / Plastic Pants

Locking Mittens

Pacifier Gags

Bed Restraints

Straight Jackets

Chastity:

Punishments for masturbating in diapers

Punishments:

Time-Outs

Smacked

Denied/delayed diaper changes

Forced pacifier use

Chastity

Laxatives

Bottom stuffing with a butt plug

Restrained

Loss of adult privileges

Masturbation & Sex:

Vibrator though diaper

Butt plugs

Diaper humping

Prostrate massage

Pegging

Exposure:

Public social media account

Attending ABDL events

Visiting ABDL shops

Public diaper exposure

[princess-leaorgana]

What Tieflings Do Chptr 5

Summary: After the takedown of The Absolute, Zelphie finds her city in need of more help and her home destroyed. She won't stop helping, but who can help her?

Rolan x Tav (Zelphie; ~30y.o AFAB, Sorcerer, Tiefling, not really described physically on purpose <3)

M/F

Author's Note: I fucking love tielfings. Along with this being a budding romance/smut/fluff/word vomit fanfiction, it's also my case study in DnD 5e tieflings, how they act, what sets them apart from humans and devils and elves. That being said, I have a few artistic liberties in here as well where I couldn't find a straight answer, if you'll amuse me.

Warnings - Spoilers for Baldur's Gate 3, smut and way too much domestic fluff. WAY TOO MUCH. Have your dentist on fucking speed dial, I can't reign her in boys. Genuinely, if you don't like self-serving fluff, you're going to hate this and me. Love you, you little biscottis.

Chapter One Two Three Four

Rolan was not a sound sleeper. He tossed and turned in his sleep and Zelphie wasn’t much better. She stole his pillow sometime in the middle of the night. Rolan was very early to rise, Zelphie wasn’t so much. It wasn’t nice for her to wake up alone that morning and she groaned and stretched. She sat up with a yawn, looking around.

‘Rolan?’ She called, hoping that he was maybe just in the washroom, but she heard nothing. She frowned and looked at her bedside table. Her frown disappeared instantly. A glass and pitcher of water, a little note and a black water lily had been placed there. She grinned to herself and picked up the pretty flower, her favorite, just as she had told him last night. This was a lovely way to wake up. She reached for the note and laid back on her pillow.

My sleeping darling,

Waking up next to you in the morning, the dawn’s warm glow on your rosy skin, it made it very hard to pull myself from bed. With every fiber of my being, I did, for I have a lot to do today, and the sooner it is all done, the sooner I can return to our privacy. I will be having my normal breakfast with Lia and Cal and I will inform them of our new found adoration for each other. I don’t believe I can face them without telling them the full truth, you’ll have to forgive me, but we never keep things from each other. When you wake, please take your time, bathe, drink your tea, play with little Lajy, have your breakfast, move whatever items you’d like of yours into this room. 

I’ll consider all of what I own to be yours. If it would bring you joy, you may have it. 

I will be attending the shop when you are ready, but please, come as you would like. If you would like. I would like you to.

-R

Zelphie had never received a cute little letter from a partner before. Not like this one. She bit her lip and looked around the room. Lajy had made his way up on the bed and was snoozing by her feet. She reached over and picked the kitten up. He lazily snuggled on her chest and neck and Zelphie drank a glass of water. After the drinking and physical activities last night, she would do very well to hydrate.

Once she was a little more awake, she got ready for the morning, having to, unfortunately, go across the hall to grab some clothing for the day. She would help down in the shop, dressing nicely for customers. And maybe for Rolan. A purple wrap dress and black slippers it was. Plus one little accessory. She wore her hair in a bun and placed the black lily on the side of it. She preened a little more, and her and Lajy walked down to the kitchen for breakfast. No elementals were to be found, but someone was. Cal. He was cooking. Zelphie went bright red, knowing it was very likely Cal knew about last night by now. She cleared her throat and Cal turned around. His eyes widened when he saw Zelphie.

‘Well well well,’ he said and leaned on the counter he was working at, crossing his arms. ‘Couldn’t just be set with a room in a wizard’s tower, had to give its master a ride for his money, hm?’ He asked playfully, but Zelphie would have rather been executed. Cal laughed at her and shook his head. ‘I mean FINALLY Zelphie. The two of you, ever since Last Light Inn, Lia and I have been making bets on when you two would finally get over your stubbornness and you know…’ he said and bobbed his head. Zelphie frowned, this was just as torturous as she thought it would be.

‘How does everyone know?’ She asked and he laughed. He pointed at her middle.

‘Your tail, his tail. Both of you go full primitive when you see each other, it’s-‘ he stopped when he looked at the ground. ‘Is that a cat?’ He asked and Zelphie looked down at Lajy. He was sniffing around the kitchen.

‘Yes, Lajy, I found him yesterday,’ she said and Cal laughed.

‘Anything else? Had a romp with my brother, adopt a cat and name it love, wedding bells next? Or am I going to be an uncle?’ He teased and Zelphie scoffed.

‘Please don’t,’ she whined a little and walked over to pour herself some coffee.

‘Come on, give me a little something, do you know how many people Rolan used to bring back home to meet us?’ He asked and Zelphie glanced at him. She would very much like to know the answer to that question. ‘Not exactly many. I think three,’ he said and Zelphie went back to her coffee. ‘So, I never got to experience teasing him over it like all brothers usually do, I’ll stop, I promise. Well. Teasing you,’ he said and went back to cooking. He was baking a pie of some sort.

‘Don’t tease him too much, though…oh I do like him grumpy,’ she said and sipped her coffee.

‘I knew you were my favorite,’ Cal said and laughed.

‘But if you are nice to your brother…I’ll have Astarion over for tea later tonight. If you…would like that,’ she said and Cal froze and glanced at her.

‘You…you would?’ He asked and she giggled, nodding.

‘I think he likes you,’ she said and opened the ice box and found a few cubes of beef for Lajy to eat. She fixed him a bowl of water and beef and set it on the floor. The kitten ran right over and began to devour the meat. ‘I’m going to the shop, how angry is Lia at me?’ She asked and Cal wrinkled his nose.

‘You will receive a lecture, but she’s not angry. Just, protective,’ he warned her and Zelphie nodded.

‘Thank you for the warning,’ she said and walked out of the kitchen with her coffee to use the portal to Sorcerer’s Sundries. She’d like to get the fight with Lia over and done with. Cal always softened blows, he would never warn her that Lia was actually angry at her. He was a pacifist and never saw the bad side of anything or anyone.

The store was busy, it was morning and that was the busiest it ever was. Rolan was leaning his hand against the large counter in the middle of the shop, talking with a woman who was dressed very finely. Zelphie walked over to the pair, but her arm was caught instead and she was pulled away.

‘No no, you are coming with me.’ Lia had seen her before anyone else did. Zelphie obeyed and followed Lia to the back of the shop, knowing a scolding was on its way.

‘Lia, please, I haven’t even finished my coffee,’ Zelphie told her, begging for her to have some mercy. Lia held up a quick hand.

‘First and foremost, between a powerful wizard and a world saving sorcerer, one of the two of you could be decent enough to know a spell that will silence your bedrooms from the rest of the tower,’ she said and Zelphie almost passed out.

‘You could hear us?’ She asked and Lia nodded. Zelphie placed her hand over her face, now refusing to look at Lia.

‘Secondly, promise me you won’t hurt him,’ she continued and Zelphie froze. After a second she lowered her hand. Lia was staring at her. ‘If you hurt him, Zelphie, I promise you I will hurt you back,’ she said and Zelphie nodded.

‘You don’t need to threaten me, I would never hurt him. I love him,’ she said and glanced back over at the counter. Rolan was still talking with that woman. ‘I know a lot of people have hurt him and taken advantage of him, I know it’s your job to protect him, but I’m not a threat, Lia, I promise you that,’ she said and looked back at her friend. Lia’s face softened a bit and she nodded.

‘Well, now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, I’m happy,’ she said and Zelphie smiled a little. ‘I know this sounds silly after what I just said, but…I know you’ll be good to him, you’ll be patient with him. He needs someone like you,’ she said and Zelphie’s smile only grew.

‘Thank you, Lia, that means a lot,’ she said and Lia walked closer and hugged her.

‘Just don’t be too gross in front of Cal and me, or the customers,’ she said and Zelphie laughed.

‘How gross is too gross?’ She asked and Lia laughed, nudging her.

‘Come on, you didn’t meet Satah yesterday, come and meet Rolan’s new apprentice,’ she said and nodded at the counter. Zelphie followed Lia to the counter, her heart beating a little harder than normal. Rolan was still talking but caught Lia and Zelphie in his eyeline and grinned up at them.

‘Ah! And here is the rest of my family, Satah. You met Cal and Lia yesterday, this is Zelphie,’ Rolan said and Zelphie nervously smiled at the woman. Beautiful elf with hazelnut skin and long braids. Satah turned and smiled, holding out her hand to greet Zelphie.

‘Goodness! What a big family you have, it’s wonderful to meet another one of Rolan’s sisters,’ she said and Lia snorted a laugh. Zelphie froze a little, though why the hells Rolan introduced her as family was beyond her.

‘Oh, I’m sorry, no, Zelphie isn’t my sister, she’s my wife,’ he said, though that was absolutely not correct and Zelphie could only hear a faint ringing. Twelve hours ago, they hadn’t even kissed. Now they are married. What was happening to her? Was she awake?

‘Oh! Oh, I’m sorry, of course! Master Rolan told me about you yesterday, I didn’t know you were married, ha! Oh that’s so sweet, well, it’s lovely to meet you all the same,’ she said and Zelphie nodded.

‘Lovely to meet you as well, Satah. Rolan is very particular when it comes to everything in his life, so naturally, you must be incredibly talented to make it through him,’ Zelphie managed and let go of the woman’s hand.

‘Satah, let me show you the basement really quickly, I’m sure Rolan’s been talking your ear off and you should get a tour first,’ Lia said, taking Satah’s arm to give Rolan and Zelphie some privacy after that insane moment. Satah and Lia left and Zelphie looked up at Rolan who was just smiling at her.

‘Your wife?’ She asked and Rolan frowned a little.

‘Yes, uhm….I-uhm…I didn’t know what else to call you,’ he fumbled and cleared his throat. ‘I’ll clear it up, I promise. I’m sorry,’ he said and Zelphie’s heart melted a little.

‘Don’t apologize, just warn me before we get married,’ she told him and he stifled a little chuckle. ‘I’d like to dress better,’ she added and he laughed.

‘You look very nice this morning,’ he said politely and she grinned.

‘You’ve seen me in better,’ she told him, a little flirt and he went bright red.

‘Hush hush, not in front of the customers,’ he told her with a grin.

‘Why not? Aren’t married couples supposed to flirt a little?’ She teased him and he hushed her again, getting a little visibly annoyed, sending her into a giggle fit. ‘Alright, alright, get back to work, Master Rolan,’ she said and turned away from him to find someone to help on the floor. Luckily for both of them the store was very busy. Cal showed up to help as best he could. He had done a great job of memorizing how the store was stocked. He would ask a million questions a day, but once either Zelphie or Rolan or even Satah specified what the customer wanted, he knew exactly where to go looking.

‘So, Lia told me you are the reason for the ending of the apocalypse.’ Zelphie was showing Satah around as the place slowed down a little. Zelphie figured she would get to know the woman a little more. She did seem very nice and very knowledgeable.

‘Me and a lot of other people,’ Zelphie corrected her and Satah laughed.

‘She also warned me you were humble to a fault. I think she’s right,’ she said and Zelphie smirked. ‘Still, not even your powerful husband was by your side, he was here, wasn’t he manning the towers? I would have been terrified  if I didn’t have my wife by my side during that,’ she said and there were about four things Zelphie wanted to ask there, but she settled on one.

‘You’re married?’ She asked and Satah nodded.

‘Yes, with two little ones as well, Gemma always says, one for her, one for me. Both boys,’ she said and Zelphie grinned.

‘That’s lovely,’ she said and Satah nodded.

‘Most lovely that I still have all of them,’ she said and placed a hand on Zelphie’s shoulder, a very kind touch. ‘Thank you for saving them,’ she said and Zelphie’s eyes widened. No matter how many people thanked her as she went through her day, it still shocked her and made her freeze.

‘I’m really happy you still have them,’ she said and nodded. ‘Not a lot of people can say the same, I’m afraid,’ she said and Satah nodded, letting her hand down.

‘I know I’m very lucky, thank you all the same,’ she said and Zelphie nodded.

‘It’s…I’m happy that I could have helped them,’ she settled on. A moment passed between her and Satah and she sighed. ‘I’m sorry if this is strange, but Rolan introduced me as his wife, I’m…I’m not his wife,’ she said and Satah’s green eyes widened.

‘Oh?’ She asked and Zelphie laughed a little.

‘I don’t…know why he said that. We uhm, we just started to see each other romantically, even though we have known each other for a while, and he just…likes his own privacy. I think referring to me as his lover or something like that would have made him feel strange. Though, I would beg that calling me his spouse has made things much more strange,’ she explained and Satah laughed a little.

‘I’m sorry if that was awkward for you this morning, then,’ she said and Zelphie grinned.

‘The entire last six months have been awkward for me, that wasn’t really anything.’ The day continued, everyone took turns showing Satah around and just before dinner, she left and the shop closed for the evening.

‘Zelphie, you got a package today,’ Cal called as he was tidying the front counter.

‘Oh?’ Zelphie looked up as her mage hand put some books away on a high shelf. She walked over and saw a large package. She inspected it and smiled. ‘Oh! Well, what on earth did he send me?’ She wondered out loud. The package came from Waterdeep, and she only knew one person from there. She opened the letter and grinned.

Dearest Zelphie,

It has only been a few days, but it feels like all that we have lived through together was a lifetime ago, now that I’m back home. I have heard from a little birdie who will remain nameless that you have moved to Ramazith’s Tower and I am delighted to hear that news. Take advantage of your luxury. A wizard’s tower is homey and comforting, but it is a place of academic achievement and you will only get better by reading and watching Rolan as your teacher as he helps you really hone in on your magical talents. Please warn him not to teach you anything involving electricity, I would be remiss if I didn’t warn him what you’re capable of. My tunic still has that singe from our last lesson.

Please have Rolan accept these back, I feel awfully guilty that I still have them, as I meant to give them back before I left North. They are one of a kinds and I will admit they are hard to hand back over, but that knowledge should be shared, and I have already used them. I know Rolan will put them to better use and more responsible a man than never was.

Please keep in touch, Zelphie. I was very very glad for that short, bleak moment in my life, to call you a friend.

-Gale Dekarios

Zelphie smiled through the note and placed it on the counter. She opened the package and laughed. Three books, all glowing with a purple protection spell on them. 

‘Rolan!’ She called happily and Rolan came over from the back counter. ‘Rolan! Gale sent these, they were in the shop before, oh my goodness, I can’t believe he sent them back,’ she said and handed him one. Once she touched one, the spell disappeared. Rolan raised an eyebrow, reading the binding.

‘The Annals of Karsus?’ He asked and looked at her. ‘This was here?’ He asked and Zelphie nodded.

‘Yes, keep that locked away, further than where it was originally,’ she warned him. Cal looked into the box and pulled out a second book and hissed and dropped it. The book had bitten him.

‘What in the hells?’ He asked and Zelphie giggled, picking up the book and handing it to Rolan, the spell also fading as she did.

‘Don’t touch the magic books, Cal,’ she told him and pulled out the last one. This one had not come from the shop, but it might as well have stayed with the second book, The Necromancy of Thay. Rolan frowned when he was handed that particular book, as would anyone that had to look at that ugly thing.

‘Well, he has my thanks, if I were an intelligent person, I might have these burned, but I’ll keep these safe,’ he said and Zelphie grinned at him. She handed him the letter to read, very happy that the two might now connect.

‘That book looks evil,’ Lia said, looking at the necromancy book.

‘It is,’ Zelphie warned her and looked up at Rolan. ‘Profane knowledge, but knowledge, nonetheless,’ she said and Rolan nodded.

‘I’ll put it under the cannons,’ he said and Zelphie smirked.

The four finished cleaning up the shop and went home. After a bit of an awkward dinner, Lia stole the family’s new kitten and Cal followed her. Lia had told Cal about Rolan’s earlier slip up, calling Zelphie his wife and he would not allow that subject to go. Sibling teasing would never be something anyone could age out of, apparently. As they left, Rolan looked at Zelphie and sighed.

‘So,’ he began and played with his wine goblet a little. ‘Uhm,’ he continued and Zelphie giggled a little at him.

‘Yes?’ She asked him and he clicked his tongue.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t know exactly how to navigate this. Behaving and being civil all day for show after a night of…not behaving,’ he said and Zelphie grinned.

‘You think all of that was behaving?’ She asked and he frowned, making her laugh. ‘I’m sorry, but if Cal can tease you, I’m entitled to a little. I did tell Satah the truth, just so you know. I couldn’t help it, she started to tell me about her family and I felt as though I should tell her that we aren’t there ourselves, it felt natural to tell her,’ she explained and he nodded.

‘I am very sorry, I genuinely thought that was the most intelligent route. But it’s no matter, I don’t think I’ll be keeping her, to be honest,’ he said and Zelphie frowned.

‘Why not?’

‘She lied, she’s not a wizard, she’s a cleric of Mystra,’ he explained and sipped his wine.

‘Well, maybe she can’t be your apprentice, but wouldn’t you want to keep her around? A cleric of Mystra would be a good asset,’ she told him and he shook his head.

‘Ramazith’s Tower will no longer hold siege to people who lie for their own benefit. You are right, if she had told me about herself honestly the first time, I would have still hired her, but she lied. She lied to get what she wanted, and I don’t believe I can tolerate anyone else lying to me,’ he went on and Zelphie frowned.

‘Give her a second chance?’ She asked and Rolan sighed.

‘I will think about it,’ he answered and Zelphie nodded, knowing that was the best she could get.

‘Though, I’m glad. I can still be your apprentice, if you’ll still have me,’ she said and a smile grew on Rolan’s face.

‘If I’ll still have you? Oh, the understatement of the century, my dear,’ he said and she grinned at him.

The couple left for Rolan’s study. It was a strange room, dummies for targets, ritual circles on the floor, a static feeling of the Weave all around the room. There weren’t so many books here, making it seem very out of place for the tower. This was where Rolan studied spells and would teach Zelphie when he had the patience. Zelphie was not exactly a good student. Days of teaching her basic illusionary tricks had proven that to him. She was too nervous to perform properly and would be distracted by those nerves. But he would do it, he would make a wizard out of his little sorcerer.

‘Alright, feet about shoulders’ length apart,’ he said and watched her. ‘Toes straight out,’ he said and walked around her as she fixed her posture. She watched him and he kept checking her. ‘Don’t look at me,’ he told her and she looked forward. It was hard to follow his direction of ‘pretend he wasn’t here’ and also take direction from him. He walked closer to her and plucked the lily from her bun, handing it to her. ‘Look at it, memorize it,’ he told her and she held the flower delicately in her hand. A black lily, her favorite flower. That would make this easier. She memorized the deep color, the little spots, the pollinator, the stem, all of it. Even how it weighed in her hand. ‘Do you have it?’ He asked softly and she nodded. Rolan snapped his hands and the lily fizzled in a static purple cloud and she gasped. The lily she had been wearing all day hadn’t been real. It was Rolan’s magic, how powerful was he? ‘Close your eyes, find harmony, and repeat the somatic component when you are focused,’ he said softly.

Zelphie took in a deep breath, picturing the flower in her mind. The black, spotted petals, the green stem, the orange pollinators. She found peace in the moment, remembering waking up to see the flower, hoping that joy and memory would serve her well. She muttered the incantation and she felt something tickle her fingers. She opened her eyes and Rolan shouted a happy cry.

‘Zelphie!’ He shouted and grabbed her shoulders happily. ‘Look at that! Ha!’ He cheered happily. ‘She can be taught! With the help of a professional of course,’ he said, he was so happy, but Zelphie frowned when she saw what she had created. Six black leaves. Was it an improvement? Yes. But she had hoped with his excitement for perfection. Or at least a flower.

‘Rolan, this isn’t anything,’ she said and the leaves fizzled away. Rolan shook his head.

‘No! You are brilliant!’ He took her face in his hands and kissed her squarely.  That shocked her, this behavior wasn’t very like him, but he was happy. ‘This is much better than you zapping me,’ he said. Yes, he was very happy indeed. She smiled at him and nodded. ‘I’m so proud of you,’ he continued and her smile grew instantly. Her tail thumped happily against the floor.

‘You are?’ She asked, feeling like she was melting in his hands.

‘Of course I am! That is a terrific improvement, you made organic material, my darling you are brilliant,’ he said and kissed her forehead. She laughed happily, very happy for his joy, it was contagious. He was proud of her, oh there was nothing better for her. The joy in his eyes, the yellow glow buried by his happy smiling cheeks.

‘Can we try again?’ She asked and he nodded happily.

The couple worked very hard for the next few hours until Zelphie was getting delusional. No lily was summoned that evening, but she did at one point summon a sunflower. It faded quickly, and Zelphie was a little upset that she couldn’t play with it, but she was very happy. Rolan was beside himself with joy and rang for tea.

‘You, oh you, you will get quite the treat, oh what shall we do to celebrate your victory?’ He asked her and sat on a little chaise and she followed, sitting down close to him. Her tail curled up behind him.

‘Oh, I can think of something,’ she told him softly and he chuckled, leaning close to her.

‘Mmm, that will be my reward for my wonderful teaching, you deserve your own treat,’ he purred and she got a shiver up her spine. ‘Something sweet for you, hm? What would my darling like?’ He asked, brushing a stray hair from her face. She laughed at him, he was being very sweet.

‘What? Like a cake?’ She asked and he shrugged.

‘If that is what you would like,’ he said and leaned over, pouring them some tea. Zelphie thought about it for a moment, feeling a little silly. Like a child being treated after a chore well done.

‘Could I ask for something even more childish than that?’ She asked and he laughed, handing her her cup.

‘You can ask for whatever you’d like,’ he told her and leaned back on the chaise, ready for her request.

‘Tonight…before we sleep…oh, well, uhm,’ she laughed and shook her head. ‘Could we sleep together again tonight?’ She asked and he smirked.

‘Is that what you want? That’s not a treat my darling, that’s a given,’ he told her. She smiled and shook her head.

‘No, I was just hoping you would be open to it, sharing your bed again, I don’t want to be clingy,’ she told him and he laughed. He pulled at her tail that was coiled around him. ‘Sorry,’ she said with a smile and he shook his head.

‘You aren’t going to apologize for that, oh Zelphie, no. No, darling, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea of how I’m feeling. I’m very happy, I want you to be with me as much as possible. Honestly, I can’t get enough of you,’ he told her and grinned. She felt sillier than she had just a moment ago. ‘I wrote you that note this morning, and I meant it. My bed is no longer mine, it’s ours. If you want to have your privacy, you still have your room, I’m not taking that from you, but if you want to sleep beside me tonight and tomorrow and the next day and the next, I’m very happy with that,’ he told her and she sipped her tea, her heart spinning.

‘I’m not used to all of this,’ she said and he smirked. ‘I just…’ she sighed and shrugged. ‘Never been loved so much,’ she said and he shook his head.

‘I don’t believe that, that can’t be right,’ he said and she shook her head.

‘No one has ever treated me like you treat me, Rolan. Nothing like this, and I’m afraid it’ll be over soon,’ she said and his face softened a little.

‘Why would it be over?’ He asked and she shrugged.

‘When you get tired of me,’ she said and he scowled.

‘Zelphie, if you are going to think like that, you’re going to be miserable. You think that I don’t fear that as well?’ He asked and she frowned and sipped her tea again, a little nervous about this conversation. ‘Life may happen, but I’m not just having fun with you here. I care about you very very much. If I ever give you cause to doubt that, tell me, for I’m misrepresenting myself,’ he told her and she nodded. ‘And until you tell me to stop, I’m going to show you just how much you mean to me every single day,’ he said and she opened her mouth to protest, but he held up his hand. ‘We will start with you telling me how you would like to be rewarded for your hard work tonight,’ he continued and sipped his tea. She just looked at him for a moment, happy. That was it, happy, content, safe.

‘I was hoping before we sleep you could..maybe read to me,’ she suggested and his eyebrows shot up. ‘I uhm, saw the book on your nightstand and I felt bad that you didn’t have time to read last night. And Rolan…I really love your voice,’ she said and he went deep red at that compliment. ‘It’s so soft and low…I don’t know, I just think it would be a nice way to fall asleep,’ she said and he nodded.

‘Then you will have it,’ he told her simply and sipped his tea.

‘And what would you like for your efforts?’ She asked and he chuckled.

‘You know exactly what I’d like,’ he said softly and Zelphie giggled.

‘That’s not fair, I was going to give you that anyway,’ she told him and he grinned.

‘That’s all that I desire,’ he told her simply. Their tea was finished very quickly after that.

The couple walked to Rolan’s bedroom and outside the door, scratching to get in was Lajy. Zelphie scooped him up and gave the little kitten kisses and rubs. Rolan led her inside and Zelphie placed Lajy on the sofa. The kitten hopped down to run around the room and explore. Rolan walked around to change and Lajy took to chasing Rolan’s tail. That made Rolan laugh, which Zelphie was very happy for.

‘I should have done what you suggested and brought my clothes in here,’ she said and Rolan looked up at her and he undressed.

‘Only do what you are comfortable with,’ he told her, reassuring her that his suggestion was permission, not a request.

‘I think it will be easier, maybe not all of my clothing, but at least a few nightgowns,’ she said and sat in the bed. Rolan smiled and thumbed through his wardrobe and picked up a white shirt. He walked over to her and placed it on the bed next to her.

‘Maybe not as flattering, but maybe this will do for tonight,’ he told her. She ran her fingers over the shirt and smiled. Wearing his shirt to bed was certainly a nice thought. As she looked at the shirt, Rolan looked at her. He reached out and played with a loose lock of hair that had fallen from her bun earlier. ‘I liked the lily in your hair today, it was very pretty,’ he told her and she smiled at him.

‘Thank you for making it for me…that…was incredibly thoughtful,’ she said and bit her bottom lip. He smiled, a little pride on his lips. ‘One thing to go and have one fetched, it’s another thing entirely that you made it for me,’ she continued and he nodded and laughed.

‘Don’t expect all your gifts to be manufactured by magic. Or some of them will surely disappear,’ he told her, running his fingers from her hair down her face.

‘All of my gifts?’ She asked him and he grinned. ‘Oh, no no, no gifts. I’ve been given enough,’ she told him and he laughed.

‘That request is denied,’ he told her. She wrinkled her nose at him. Along with everything else, Zelphie was not easy to accept gifts. Rolan should be used to that by now. ‘Request,’ he repeated and lowered his face to hers. ‘Denied.’ He kissed her sweetly, stroking her chin with his thumb. She kissed him back happily, thumping from her tail on the bed could be heard. She placed a hand on the leather belt that kept his robes fashioned to him. She untied the strings and once the belt hit the floor, Rolan quickly shuffled the thick fabric off on his shoulders. He stood in a wrap shirt and trousers and Zelphie leaned back in the bed to get a little look at him. The disconnect of the kiss made Rolan stand up straight and place his hands on his hips. ‘What?’ He asked as she continued to stare at him.

‘Turn around,’ she said and twirled her finger in the air. He raised an eyebrow but after a beat he sighed and did as she asked. She took one more moment to look at his back. He had such a strong figure, not the usual when looking at the body of a wizard. His broad shoulders sloped delicately to his strong waist. She pulled on the strings of his trousers, just above his tail. His tail wrapped around her calf and she grinned. She loved when he did that, whether he meant to or it was instinct. She liked being wanted, being claimed by him. He pulled down his pants, Zelphie gave his taught little backside a pinch. He yelped and turned around and she laughed. ‘I’m sorry, you’ve got a very cute bum,’ she told him and he shook his head.

‘That’s the second word you’ve used on me that I don’t like,’ he said with a playful smile. ‘Silly? Cute? Me? No, no absolutely not,’ he told her and she laughed. He unwrapped his shirt and she got off the bed, undressing herself.

‘Go sit on the bed,’ she told him, untying her dress. He did as he was told, stark naked and just watched her. She glanced at him when she heard his tail thump on the bed just as hers did earlier. That made her heartbeat hard. Once she was down to nothing, she walked over to him and knelt down. ‘Now, a treat for my very hardworking and patient professor,’ she said, holding his cock gently in her hand. He moaned lightly and she kissed his inner thighs, stroking him very gently as his erection grew. After the initial shock, his hands found her hair, untying her bun to let her hair down. He ran his fingers through it. She kissed and licked the ridges of his thighs, they were terribly tight. She would give him a massage later. 

‘My beauty, nothing compares to you,’ he whispered as he whimpered a little. She licked up his length and he sighed out a very happy purr, stroking her hair. ‘This…this is worth everything I’ve ever gone through,’ he continued and she looked up at him with big eyes and he smiled. ‘I love you, I treasure you,’ he spoke before she took him in her mouth. That was the sort of praise Zelphie wanted to hear. A compliment on her magic was nice, but hearing Rolan talk to her like that as she was doing everything she could to please him was just blissful. She wanted to make him selfishly happy. She wanted to be of use, she wanted to be a positive light for him. Never a burden, she didn’t want presents and accolades. She wanted to make him happy. He hissed a little and laughed, watching her. She slowly bobbed up and down, sucking in as she went up, twirling her tongue around the head of his cock. ‘The most wonderful person I have ever met, the most beautiful woman any have ever laid eyes on and she’s on her knees in front of me, lips on my…cock,’ he said, clearly not comfortable with that language. He shuddered another moan and leaned back in his elbow and watched her, his hand in her hair.

Zelphie moved a little quicker, adding her hand to the base and he free hand stroked and cupped his balls. If he was going to keep praising her like that, he should expect her to over perform. She wanted him to be selfish that night. Was she ready for sex, to be touched? Of course, but he deserved to just be taken care of, to be worshiped. She was very happy hearing his swear and moan and whine under her touch and tongue. She watched his face and his chest rise, and his eyes never left her face. Timidly, he grabbed one of her horns and applied a little pressure, asking for permission. She cooed in response, so she never stopped her task, but gave him permission to move her. He knew what he liked, she wanted him to show her.

‘How deep can you…?’ He asked, pushing her head down, her mouth taking more of him and stopped at her hand. She breathed through her nose as he kept her steady. ‘Move your hand, my love, just one deep one,’ he asked softly and she took in another deep breath, removed her hands and moved further down. She gagged lightly and stopped moving. He groaned in pleasure and pulled her up. ‘Oh very good, that’s my girl,’ he said and she went down again, just before that gag. ‘Oh fuck, fuck Zelphie, you’ll make quick work of me,’ he panted. That only encouraged her. She kept going, pushing the feeling in the back of her throat away by closing her eyes and focusing on her breathing. She wanted Rolan to lose control, to feel the bliss of an orgasm so quickly. Up and down, breathing through her nose, listening to his cries, she placed her free hand on his chest, bracing herself. ‘Darling, I’m-I’m going…’ he warned her and she added her hand back, determined to make this moment perfect for him. He cried out again and she could taste him. She swallowed his salty and sour cum quickly and lapped up the rest like a cat. ‘Oh…gods dammit Zelphie,’ he said and laid back on the bed, panting. She giggled and kissed his pulsing cock happily, very proud of herself. He leaned up after a little breathing break and looked at her. Her tail was curled up, mischievous and proud, as was her face. She had on a wicked little smile and he shook his head. What was he thinking? He looked dazed. ‘You know exactly how to unravel me,’ he said and she giggled again.

‘Are you happy?’ She asked and he laughed loudly.

‘To quote you from last night, that is a terrible word for how I am feeling, but yes, I am happy,’ he told her and reached down his hand to stroke her face. ‘Off your knees, my love, come up with me,’ he told her and she got up, her knees cracking a little. He pulled her into his lap and grinned up at her. He placed a hand on her back, the other on her backside. ‘Surely, that kind of behavior deserves a little something,’ he told her and she wrapped her arms around his neck. With a strength she didn’t understand, he scooted up further on the bed, taking her with him. He laid back and she wiggled in his lap. ‘Uh uh, no, that is sensitive, you’ve sucked the life out of me,’ he told her and she howled with a laugh. ‘But I still have other parts of me you can find use in,’ he whispered, rubbing her thighs. His thumb ran over a little bite marked on her thigh that he had left on her last night, his little brand. He glanced at it and then looked back up at her. ‘Scoot up,’ he ordered and patted her bottom. She moved up his torso and received another little pat. She moved once more and got another pat. She laughed.

‘Where am I going?’ She asked and he grinned at her, not responding, but just patted her backside again. She scooted up to his chest and she got another pat. ‘Rolan!’ She squeaked when she got one last pat. ‘I’m going to suffocate you,’ she told him with a laugh.

‘I’d like for you to try,’ he said and patted her backside a little more firmly. She stared down at him. ‘Come come, I want to taste you,’ he said, his voice and tone perfectly pleasant considering what he was suggesting. ‘Don’t make me beg,’ he said, swatting her backside. She squealed and then bit her lip, looking down at him.

‘Are you sure?’ She asked and he nodded.

‘I insist, come come, be greedy,’ he said and she wiggled a little, not sure if what he was suggesting was entirely safe for him. How would he breathe? She moved a little and he was able to hook his arms under her thighs and finally push her over his face. She hovered delicately and he took out a nice deep breath. Her body shivered from his hot breath and she felt his arm constricting, pulling her further down. Finally, down not even an inch and she felt his tongue. He wasn’t going slow and she moaned, feeling his greedy tongue already lapping at her clit.

‘Oh my gods, Rolan,’ she breathed and she felt him laughing against her. Her back arched as she got used to this position. Rolan’s very skilled tongue made quick work of her. It was enough for her to be in this position, sitting just above his face. She looked down, his face pressed between her thighs, she watched him, his strong brow bone furrowed in concentration, his eyes closed. He was devastating to watch. She cursed and rocked her hips against him and his arms pulled her down. His tongue was pressed hard against her and she almost doubled over. Damn him, damn him for being so selfless. She leaned over, not able to keep herself upright. ‘Oh! Oh!’ She cried and moaned. She sat back up, knowing full well he would not be able to breathe with her on him like that. His hands moved from her thighs to her backside, helping her grind against him. 

His nails dug into the skin of her backside and she whimpered. She placed a hand over her mouth to keep quiet. His tongue made quick work on her clit, she felt herself dripped and could hear him lapping her juices. He moaned against her and her hips twitched. He laughed against her and she twitched again. He was making quick work of her. She looked down at him and his yellow eyes flashed up at her, a hungry stare. That was it.

‘I’m cumming, I’m going to cum,’ she whimpered and his tongue moved from her clit to her opening quickly, allowing her to properly ride out her orgasm. ‘Oh fuck,’ she whispered and she heard Rolan laugh, muffled of course. Her hips bucked as the pulsating orgasm rang from her spine to her hips and thighs.

She got right off of him and he sat up in his elbows, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He was a mess. His face was deep red, covered in her juices, his hair was undone, but he looked incredibly happy.

‘Are you alright? Did I squish you?’ She asked and he laughed again.

‘I’m on cloud nine,’ he said and sat up, kissing her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips. ‘You are wonderful, so beautiful the way you sing for me,’ he said and kissed her again, leaning her back in the bed. He pressed his nose to hers, she laid back on their pillows. ‘I love you,’ he whispered and she made eye contact with him through loving and lustful eyes.

‘I love you more,’ she whispered back and leaned up to kiss him again. The couple laid with each other, just kissing, touching. Zelphie had hoped he might get hard one last time, but just kisses and touches for now. She would survive. He calmed down a little and rolled over, sighing out and Zelphie scooted close to him, kissing his shoulder. He leaned over and grabbed his book and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

‘Are you sure you’d like to hear me read this?’ He asked and she laughed, nodding. His hand found her hair and he began to lightly pet it. Her damned horns got in the way of a proper cuddle, but she curled up against him as best she could. In a low, soft register, Rolan began to read from his book, a chapter on the anatomy of a displacer beast. She wasn’t the biggest fan of an anatomy lesson, but with Rolan’s fingers stroking her hair and his beautifully deep voice and slow breathing, Zelphie was put to peace very quickly. She rubbed tiny circles on his chest and Rolan stopped reading once he felt her stop and grow heavy. He looked down at her and placed his book on the side table mindlessly. He repositioned himself to be on his side, as he liked to. He almost lost an eye when Zelphie rolled over to her other side. He wrapped an arm around her hips and even though light helped him sleep, he fell asleep quickly with his face buried in her hair.

[loganofthenorth]

Random thought:

In a world where it is customary to hold your breath while a member of royalty or higher rank is speaking

- Puffing your cheeks is a sign of respect, gratitude, etc

- Sighs, yawns, hiccups, and other forms of loud breathing are considered rude

- Ventriloquism is a respected art because it practices speaking without any sign of breathing or speech

- blue make up is popular because it makes it appear like you've held your breath for others often

- Plants are considered sacred because they purify the air that we taint with our breathing

- Masks are a popular accessory and many heavily traditionalists wear them

- ASMR is considered a horrid act of rebellion and younger generations use it to rebel

- Mouths and noses in general are considered impure

- Surgeries to make breathing more difficult or to breath without anyone noticing are common

- people take classes to breathe without anyone realizing

- Breathing exercises are as private of an event as using the washroom

- Laughter, singing, speaking loudly, and other forms of auditory pleasure are luxuries reserved for the nobility

- Body language is a more respectable form of communicating than speaking

- Speaking is someone you can only do with someone of equal or lower rank. It is offensive for someone of lower rank to speak to you.

- Rooms that get filled with toxic fumes are a punishment to teach respect. Wrong doers get locked in these rooms for up to four minutes.

- People of higher rank are considered cruel and selfish if they speak continuously for more than four minutes

- Executions are usually done through suffocation or toxic gasses

- People that breathe through their mouths are discriminated against and often end up becoming lower class, which leads to them being punished for breathing even more.

- Celebrities often buy personal machines that inject oxygen into their blood stream so they don't need to breath at all.

- Breathing/blowing on someone is considered incredibly rude. Blowing smoke at someone is an incredibly high offence.

- Edibles and syringes are more common for drug use than smoking since you're more likely to get caught

- Scented candles aren't nearly as popular. Neither is perfume. In fact things such as this are taboo. Why do you need air to smell better? Huh? Are you breathing it? Disgusting. Even scented hygiene products will earn you a few stairs.

- Knowing someone's scent is considered incredibly intimate

- The phrase: 'Don't hold your breath' is more used as permission to speak freely or like the phrase 'don't sweat the small stuff' than a sarcastic remark used when impatient

- The gesture of blowing a kiss is considered as offensive as the middle finger

- People with conditions such as Asthma have a similar role in society to people on the Autistic spectrum because they are either extremely patronized and pitied, shamed for their 'blatant disrespect', considered angels for going through so much, or are considered a sign that humanity is evolving towards not breathing

I could go on but I think I've built enough on this dystopian nightmare

[candied-boys]

Catboy Charles x F! Reader - Part 5

Tags: domestic fluff, showering together because bbg doesn't know how

Part 4

The way Charles perches in his seat at the table is adorable. You mentally applaud yourself for not having barstools, but instead for investing in proper dining chairs. Knees up and feet on the cushion, he sits just like he always has as a cat. He even keeps his hands in front on the edge of the chair. Even his pretty tail sways through the gaps in the back.

His unfamiliarity with using his hands only adds to his charm. After a few demonstrations, he figures out how to hold the fork, but every time he thinks you're not looking his pink tongue sticks out in concentration as he tries to stab things onto the utensil.

He refuses to eat his greens. He won't even try them, pouting and saying cats don't eat grass. Charles does drink three glasses of milk, eat all his sausages, and pick out the soft centre of his bread; but you also hear him snacking on his kibble when you leave the room. You'll have to put that stuff away, or at least check if it's safe for humans to eat.

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With lunch out of the way, you flop onto the sofa to try and figure out what to do about all this. Naturally, Charles takes his seat beside you and begins doing what he does at least half the day normally - grooming. It's such an unremarkable part of your life that you hardly register it anymore. That is until you're wrenched out of your pondering by much grunting and fussing.

“Can't… nnnn… reach!” Charles huffs as he tries to lick his tail.

As soon as you meet his gaze you can see how distressed he is from the helpless way he looks at you with those big blue eyes. Petting him consolingly you tell him, “I think you'll have to learn to groom the way humans do, Minou.”

He tilts his head in obvious confusion. Come to think of it, you've never let him in the washroom when you're showering. You didn't bother trying to give him a bath as a cat either because you know it's not necessary.

Hauling him up he trails obediently behind, standing next to you as you explain that you use the shower to get clean. From outside the booth, you turn on the faucet. The moment the water sprays the tile, he backs up against the bathroom wall.

“No rain,” he mewls in fear.

“It's not rain, Minou. It's a shower. It's nice. I promise!”

“I hate the rain! It's cold and it makes me feel sick and I get so dirty after it rains it ruins my coat and makes a mess of my tail!” he whimpers and clutches said fluffy accessory.

“This is warm and you'll feel great after! I'm sure you'll like it if you try,” you coo and scratch his ears again to calm him down.

“There's no such thing as warm rain…”

It seems the only way you can convince him it won't be that bad is by proving it to him.

“Here, give me your hand. We'll touch the water together and see if it's cold, okay?”

He nods warily and follows your lead but flinches at the sensation of the water hitting his palm.

“Don't like it…” he murmurs and quickly withdraws.

“I promise it's really nice when you're inside… I know you're scared, but if you can't groom like usual you won't be clean. I know you like to stay immaculate and this will help.”

Shaking his pretty mop of lavender hair back and forth he refuses again. “I don't want to be wet.”

“I'll dry your hair after for you?” you offer.

He looks at you with a suspicion like that isn't actually possible.

“I'll even wash your hair for you if you want?”

This is the only thing you've said that softens his frightened expression.

“You'll groom me?”

“Sure. If that'll make you feel better and help you get used to it.”

He agrees, but clings to your hand when you step into the shower booth together. You stand under the showerhead, blocking most of the water from hitting him until he adjusts. His pretty blue orbs flit to every corner of the little space. The more he takes in the weaker his grip becomes.

“Now what?” he eventually asks when he's satisfied his curiosity.

You show him your usual routine, and one step at a time do the same for him. You start slow, lathering up your hands and then giving him a chance to touch the bubbles. Rubbing the soap into his hands, in between his fingers, and up his wrist until he seems less wary. Gradually, you convince him to step out of the corner and into the spray with you so that you can help him suds up.

After washing his chest, you turn him around to wash his shoulders without much thought, but Charles hates the way his tail ends up soaked and heavy. Pouting and pleading with his moonstone eyes for you to fix it, you switch to shampoo. First demonstrating with your own hair, you then work the product into your hands and through his tail. Careful not to mat it, you make sure all of it is clean right down to the base.

Though you're sure owners shouldn't use conditioner on their cats - or any products not designed specifically for pets - you also know he can't care for it himself. With how fluffy it is, you don't want his tail to get tangled when you dry it. As you work the conditioner in gently you notice he's much more relaxed, to the point where you think you can hear a faint purr to over the pitter patter against the tiles.

With him finally at ease, you suggest he try shampooing his hair himself. Butterflies fill your stomach as you watch him step under the showerhead to wet his hair. It's not like you've never showered with a guy before, but you never had to teach them how to shower; how not to get soap in his eyes, what a washcloth is for, how to use a bar of soap without dropping it, not to lick his hands clean afterwards.

At length you finish and step out, wrapping him up in a big, soft towel. You swaddle his tail in another one and take him back to the bedroom so that he can sit while you blow-dry his hair. Though at first he hates the sound being so close to his sensitive ears, the way you play with his tresses as you dry the roots has him dozing off in minutes.

You debate getting him used to the device by asking him to do his tail, but he looks so peaceful curled up on the bed - ears twitching now and then in his sleep - that you can't resist drying it yourself. All fluffed out, you brush it until it's silky soft, just as you always do for him, then cover him up with the spare quilt.

Though it's not even dinner yet and you didn't get up until noon, it feels like a very long day. Feeding and bathing your cat-turned-boy is all you've done but you're exhausted and clearly Charles is too. You wonder how parents do it day after day for years on end.

When he eventually wakes up from his cat nap, he's very pleased with your work and enthusiastically thanks you by rubbing his head on your shoulder. With a gentle purr in the back of his sugary voice, he asks to pet his tail to see just how soft it is.

“I guess you like the conditioner then?” you comment when he flicks it back into your lap for you to touch again.

“Condi-what?” he responds, taking his tail back and enjoying its softness for himself.

“The creamy one I massaged into your tail after shampoo. It's what makes your hair smooth. You can try it yourself next time.”

Tilting his head he asks, “How do I remember which is which? They all look the same…”

With your fingers combing through the silken fluff at his third request, you answer, “Just read the label. Oh… wait… You can't read, can you?”

He shakes his head and looks terribly sorry as he curls up into himself and wraps his tail around his ankles.

Your to-do list for tomorrow just became a lot longer.

Part 6

[gothfoxgirlboy]

Hypnosis

Time for another Deep Dive, this time on hypnosis. This one is considerably longer than the previous two

So as with always I will start with explaining what hypnosis is. Hypnosis is a mental kink that involves placing someone in a trance where they are more suggestible and the hypnotist can give triggers. Odds are you have already been in a trance in your life, have you ever played a game and gotten so immersed you forgot the time, have you ever played a rhythm game and felt like your body was moving before you were thinking, have you ever read a book so good that you don't even see the words you just see images and scenes? Those are all great examples of trances.

Important words

Trance: an altered state of mind

Trigger: something that causes a particular reaction, set by a hypnotist.

Safeties: Triggers that are put in place to help protect one's mind

Hypnotist: The one controlling the tranced

Tranced: The one who is being hypnotized

I personally break the process of hypnosis down into a few steps.

The first step is always preparation, due to hypnosis involving an altered state of mind I firmly believe that every single part should be decided and consented to before anything else. Discuss triggers, wake-up, and any physical actions and terms being used during as well as who will be responsible for waking the one being tranced. Then both parties should do basic prep, drink, use the washroom, eat, get comfy etc.

Following this is the induction, this is the part where someone gets hypnotized. Usually it will involve a way to relax your body and mind, typically using a breathing pattern. Followed by a focus. Anything that forces you to focus on a singular thing, this could be the breathing pattern, or spiral, or a pendulum or perhaps even a mantra, a phrase that is repeated. The purpose of this is to remove distractions and keep your focus. After this part the tranced should be paying attention mainly to the focus, and only be aware of what the hypnotist is saying. In other words do not focus on what is being said, only listen and obey.

For a slight interlude, those of you who paid attention in English class may remember rhetoric, rhetoric is in my opinion incredibly helpful during hypnosis, build trust, use imagery, and use repetition to help with the induction and the next part.

After the induction is the Trance, usually this is started with a countdown using words that invoke the imagery of depth and falling or sinking to help open up the subconscious. Here is the meat of hypnotic play, this is where the hypnotist can set triggers or alter the state of the tranced's mind. Everything here should be decided before starting and during this section consent can not be given properly.

Finally, there is the wake-up. This is the part where the tranced wakes up from the trance. This can be done with help from the hypnotist or by using safeties. Afterwards provide aftercare.

So now to get more in-depth with triggers. Triggers are as explained something that provide a reaction. One of the most basic triggers is a trance trigger, these are usually words like sleep, or deeper that when said can push the tranced into trance faster which is helpful for repeated induction.

I believe that there are three different types of triggers; persistent triggers, instant triggers, association triggers.

Instant triggers are the most common, and are boiled down to when x do y. When you smell roses you giggle, when I say "mutt" you bark, when you touch your nipples you fall into trance. They are very simple action and reaction triggers.

Persistent triggers are triggers that tend to dictate behaviour on a longer scale. clothing and accessories tend to be really good for these. When you wear a collar you will act like a dog, if you have this plug in you will be a bimbo, when you wear the latex you will be a drone. They are slightly more complicated because the effects tend to be more involved.

Association triggers are triggers that are entirely subconscious and don't really have a solid trigger. This could be using hypnosis to get someone into a kink by associating that kink with pleasure. Or it could be used to break a bad habit like smoking by changing the craving with a desire to go for a walk.

The things that can be affected by triggers are almost unlimited. A quick list would be; actions, behaviours, reactions, memory, addictions, personality, sensations, skills, intelligence, etc.

If you think that that is most of what makes a person you would be correct. HYPNOSIS IS DANGEROUS. Never ever go under with a hypnotist that you do not trust. Before really getting into hypnokink I would highly recommend finding a hypnotist you trust and getting safeties put in.

I recommend at the very least having a safety that takes you out of trance when you feel uncomfortable or unsafe, a safety that lets you undo a session removing all triggers, a safety that lets you remove triggers whenever you need, and if you are into memory play a safety that lets you remember everything you had forgotten.

As the one being tranced there are things you should definitely be careful of such as; trying to bypass your safeties or make them not work, addiction, triggers that can activate accidentally, basic functions being locked by triggers and non-consensual trancing. These are all things that more experienced members of the hypno community have probably all heard abuse stories of. @safetyeyedlore is a new blog that is planning to help spread awareness.

Hypnosis is a beloved kink despite the danger because it truly is a kink where possibilities are endless. The ability to make people cum with just words or experience being fucked by tentacles are all possible with hypnosis.

Bimbofication is a kink that typically involves hypnosis that affects libido, intelligence and mannerism like style and speech patterns.

Dronification is a kink that involves hypnosis to create an alternate, non-persona, essentially a personality based on not having a personality, being a robot-like person who can only obey.

On top of that the flavor of your triggers and sessions can vary so much, from a standard stage hypnotist, to a succubus casting curses, to a programmer coding a drone.

Being tranced and hypnotizing people are both skills that take time and practice. Those who are experienced in both can even hypnotize themselves. It is a very unique kink that I would highly recommend to anyone.

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[luna-di-fuoco]

For a dear friend on Discord who wishes to remain anonymous, here's a HwoKina story based on these intimacy prompts!

WORD COUNT: 800+ RATING: E / Everyone

SUMMARY: Yukina and Hwoarang go to see a local band perform on one of their dates. However, something gets left behind in the process of them getting ready.*

*NOTE: This story is non-canon to the events of White Moon Saga and is considered a one-shot.

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Gathering the upper layers of his hair and tying them with an elastic, Hwoarang takes a moment to look at himself in the mirror. While the accessories have yet to be added, his outfit consists of an open vest and white graphic tank top, faded black jeans with splattered graffiti, and a belt with a skull and crossbones on the buckle.

Offering his reflection a bit of a smile, he heads for the foot of his bed to gather the rest of his outfit when he hears a muffled greeting from behind his door. Looking towards it, he perks up as he strides across his room to greet his guest.

Upon opening his door, he sees Yukina rummaging through the inside of her overnight bag. Watching from afar, he notices that she appears to be halfway dressed with slightly ripped jeans and a black fingerless glove on her right hand. Her face, which usually dons a natural set of makeup, is decorated with a slightly edgier look with smokey eyeshadow and a darker lip.

Her top, however, left much to be desired, being nothing more than a light gray pullover. Raising a brow in confusion, he calls out to her.

“Whatcha lookin’ for?” He asks curiously, getting her attention.

“Oh!” Getting slightly startled, she looks over and pulls herself together, offering a mildly insecure smile. “I was hoping to finish getting ready here,” she explains as she tugs at her top. “But I think I left the top I was gonna wear at home by accident.”

Now with an understanding of the situation, he narrows his eyes. Looking her over, he begins formulating a plan.

“I got somethin’,” he tells her, entering the main area of his apartment and moving towards the washroom. “Wait here.”

Her interest piqued, Yukina’s eyes follow him as he enters the washroom and turns the light on. After about a minute of searching, he finds what he’s looking for and makes his way over, holding his hand out.

“Here,” he offers, watching her take what he’s given her. “Try this.”

Staring back at her is a black graphic tank top with a dragon’s head, the line work done in vibrant shades of teal and red. Finding this to be an excellent compliment to her partner’s color scheme, she smiles.

“I’ll be right back,” she informs as she heads for his room to change.

The moment his door slides shut, he moves towards the lounge area. Just before he can make himself comfortable, he hears his door open with Yukina’s voice in tow.

“How does it look?” He hears. Looking over, he sees that compared to her, his top nearly devours her. Finding this to be the perfect teasing opportunity, he grows a bit smug.

“Kinda baggy,” he tells her, his lips perched into a mischievous grin.

“True,” she admits, averting her gaze and tugging at the loose fabric covering her. “You are bigger than me.”

Softening his expression, he moves towards her. The second he’s close enough, he squats down and grabs the hem of her top.

“Let’s see if this helps,” he suggests, tugging the fabric close to her left hip and tying it into a knot. Making sure it’s tight enough for it to hold but not too tight on her figure, he watches her inspect his handiwork.

“Good?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Placing his hands on his knees, Hwoarang rises from his spot as Yukina returns to her overnight bag. Watching her tie her hair with her ribbon and absorbing how she wears his clothing, he offers a subtle smile.

“You look good,” he compliments, his tone soft.

Looking over at him as he says this, Yukina’s face grows slightly flush, her eyes warm. Smiling, she tightens the ribbon in her ponytail and returns to her bag.

“Thank you.”

Looking over at his bedroom, Hwoarang makes his way over while talking in the process.

“Just gonna throw on the rest of my stuff and we can go,” he tells her.

Nodding in response, Yukina grabs a black choker and silver cross star earrings from her bag. She begins putting them on when the conversation continues, Hwoarang’s words getting her attention.

“You start getting hot out there, you tell me,” he instructs. “These things can get pretty stuffy.”

“Ah—you’re worried about that?” She asks out of genuine curiosity. Despite not seeing his reaction, she can tell he’s embarrassed by his tone of voice when he responds.

“Yeah, well—I just don’t want you passing out.”

Softly giggling to herself, she makes her way towards him and peeks around the doorframe, watching him adjust some sort of brace on his wrist. Against the faintest blush and a curt expression, she can tell his eyes are vulnerable.

Coming around the doorframe to enter his room, she steps in front of him and places her hand on top of his, watching him make eye contact.

“I promise I’ll tell you,” she assures with a gentle, earnest smile.

Staring at each other in silence, she watches him compose himself. Pulling his hand away and gently ruffling the top of her hair, he continues the conversation as he leads her out of the room, their voices fading into the night.

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[offlivne]

─────  👽 ! 𝗨𝗚𝗛 ★ the vibes (pt.1)

Each off/live release and their aesthetic

─────  👽 ! 𝗨𝗚𝗛 ★ WE LIKE IT !

Really set the vibe for their debut and future releases. Deffinaly set high expectations for those who actually heard it and liked it. It layed down the foundation for their style of music and their whole ‘were free’ concept. The concept for this album had a slight blend of pop culture and technology optimism, but still held that vibe of trying to break the mold and escapism. 

For this album the styling for the mv was very minimized, the boys were shown wearing and performing in quite minimalist places, either wide white frames, or slightly decorated sets, such as laundromat or washrooms. People assume it was cut to fit their budget, but it left a satisfying feeling for most. Despite the minimized sets, the mv, as described by some, gave off an almost apocalypse atmosphere. The deep green and black light that was casted on almost every frame left quite the impression on most. 

On stage the minimalist styling continued but you could tell the stylist had stepped up their accessories, adding more eye-catching necklaces, earrings, hats, basically anything that would make them stand out more in a crowd. Throughout this era you could tell the stylist was trying to stick with little to no color, staying close to green and different tones of grey colors. And sometimes blue jeans and purple. 

─────  👽 ! 𝗨𝗚𝗛 ★ Who slayed this era ? voted by fans

NINE had the most votes in the end, his total being 6383 votes.

─────  👽 ! 𝗨𝗚𝗛 ★ NANANA !

NANANA wasn't very memorable according to netizens. But it was definitely different. In this era the boys announced that they would be focusing less on the escapism of their concept and more on the ruff and playful side of childhood and more questionable side of their concept. In this album the boys expressed this ripped up and frustrating look of the concept. As explained by Jeonghan on a live, he expressed that their concept spoke a lot to suffocating pressures put on kids, NANANA was a version of someone who had managed to rebel and was now living on the fine-line of this society expectation. 

The styling for this album as far as packaging for the physical album and mv it was by far their most impressive and interesting looking album yet. The physical album actually came in pieces. A ripped up photo of the members littered the inside of the package, used as quoted by Prince, “confetti” or stuffing so the side goods wouldn't be damaged in travel. Fans soon noticed that this ripped up photo could actually be reassembled, and many glue sticks later an outlaw posted on instagram the completed the photo. Ando n the back a special present for whoever cracked the code and paid special attention to the litters of paper. On the back a full tracklist of their current songs and possible future songs were written in orange and blue marker. This was described by fans as one of their highlights of the album. 

For the MV, this time it wasn't as minimalistic, there were a lot of fancy graphics and cool transitions. The sets, if studied closely, were lacking but the boys seemed to fill them up with their new style, so it wasn't much of a complaint. 

For stages the boys went on with very baggy and street fashion looking clothing. Their styling for both WE LIKE IT and NANANA were similar but this time you could tell that, even by a little tiny bit, that their clothing were of higher quality. 

─────  👽 ! 𝗨𝗚𝗛 ★ Who slayed this era ? voted by fans

SHIN had the most votes in the end, his total being 5602 votes but SKYLAR came a close second.

[majormeilani]

tbh i do think the burger relic is the most versatile and works anywhere you place it in the ship

art room: it's art that cooking cat made for you from her heart. she saw your pillow pile on the ship and was like "you know what this kid needs? a comfy burger pillow" and she used her cooking and sewing skills combined

main hub by slide: right next to where cooking cat is standing when she gives it to you. a very easy choice

main hub closer to the bedroom: just like the other main hub location but slightly moved over. gets less in rumbi's way too but if you bounce just right you can probably bounce off and land right onto him

in the washroom: there's lots of fabric items in there so it also makes sense to be there

metro: there's burgers and food and cute food accessories you can buy there (burger hat and burger dye) truly a good choice

lab: it's canon that the girls tried to bite it and concluded it tastes like fabric. obviously for scientific pursuit of course!