#but I only have one pair of compression socks and they keep getting wet

[beauty-grace-outer-space]

There’s a suuuuper good chance I just lose my shit entirely this weekend.

[likeastarstar]

Birthday Boy

summary: WARNING! smut ahead. It's Namu's birthday and you're in love with him and his body and how it looks in the shower.

masterlist.

Your boyfriend was a menace.

Seriously, who wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to workout on their birthday of all days? Wasn't anything sacred? Surely his birthday, the day that should be considered an international holiday, was a good enough excuse for a cheat day.

But no, Joon had left you so early you were only just waking up as he returned back the apartment you shared after exercising. You laid in bed, half asleep, watching as your boyfriend immediately shoved his socks off, the sleeveless compression shirt he had on following quickly after. He couldn't even be bothered to wait until he was in the bathroom to strip down, pushing his gym shorts off his hips along with his underwear already balled up in his fists by the time he was halfway across the bedroom.

He took note of your laying form but because of the massive amounts of pillows you insisted on having, he couldn't tell you were awake and currently ogling his extremely perfect, extremely buff, super sexy, oh wow he is gorgeous, body. Maybe him going to the gym was a blessing, maybe you should be more grateful. You were certainly grateful when he turned towards the bathroom and you got to stare at his ass.

Namjoon had the most perfect body in the world, broad, rolling shoulders, his thick neck perfect for biting down on, his soft pecs that you liked to lay on despite the aforementioned mountain of pillows on your bed, the chiseled abs rubbing down the length of his torso and disappearing with two lines dragging directly into the neatly trimmed dark hair of his lap.

His thick thighs you insisted on sitting on far too often, his thighs that you had a habit of rubbing absentmindedly underneath restaurant tables when you went out until he forced you to stop- citing the risk of him popping a semi before dessert. You loved his back, muscular and strong, his arms as equally as pleasing when they were wrapped around you. You had recently become somewhat of a masseuse, gleefully running to get the massage oil when Namjoon came home sore from the gym.

It was the little things.

He was perfect- an adonis among men and that's before you even got to who he was as a person- which was also, shockingly perfect. The kindest, most wise person you had ever known. You loved his big brain as much as his big body and it was your favorite person's birthday today.

His birthday!

You sat up with an excited squeal, running to follow Namjoon as you heard the shower start. He was already in the shower by the time you had stripped off your pajamas, back facing you as he washed the sweat off of himself. You stepped into the steaming shower quickly, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him from behind.

"Happy birthday," You smiled, kissing his back where your face was pressed against it. His hands covered yours and squeezed in response before turning around in your arms so that he was facing you with his own shy smile, dimples on full display.

"Thank you, good morning." He said softly, leaning down to kiss you. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

You shook you head and reached for the environmentally friendly sea sponge covered in soap in his hand, squeezing it against his chest and watching the suds drip down his skin before rubbing the sponge on him thoroughly, "I had to get up anyway, it's a big day, lots to do."

"You always take my birthday too seriously," He laughed, squeezing a puddle of the shampoo he liked the smell of on top of your head and massaging it into your scalp.

"I observe the auspicious day the way it's meant to be honored, yes." You noted formally, nodding your head solemnly under his hands.

He laughed and rinsed your hair, rubbing conditioner in the ends before wrapping the length of your hair around his hands and pulling, causing your neck to crane up towards his face. He looked down at you with a devious look on his face, the steam in the shower surrounding the pair of you like a cloud.

"It's my dick's birthday too, you know." He joked, smirking slightly.

You raised your eyebrows and flickered a glance towards where his legs met, noting that he was already beginning to get hard, "I did know that."

"And you should celebrate it too, do something special." He mused, raising his eyebrows in a sort of a dare.

"Oh? Like what?" You challenged, standing on your toes to kiss him. He kissed you possessively, roughly, with his hand still wrapped around your hair so you couldn't really move much.

Namjoon slid his tongue against yours and you let your hands glide down his wet torso, wrapping your fingers around his cock and stroking it slowly. You matched the pace of his tongue against yours, body rolling against his rhythmically. There was barely an inch of space between you and even that was too much.

Namjoon let go of your hair in favor for wrapping his grasp around your neck, guiding you to the glass wall and spinning you around so quickly you let out a gasp of surprise. He reached a hand back and angled the shower head so that it was hitting the top of your back and rolling down, the pressure sending tingles down your spine.

Namjoon's body came up behind yours, pushing his front into your ass and kissing your neck, "You're gonna give me what I want for my birthday, right? I can ask for anything and you'd do it for me, because it's my birthday and you love me?"

"Right, yeah- anything," You breathed out, a moan sitting on the tip of your tongue.

"Good," He grunted, "Now look at yourself."

Your eyes snapped to the mirror on the other side of the bathroom in front of the sink, the reflection of you and Namjoon in the shower staring back at you. The glass had fogged up and the only thing really visible was your tits pressed up against the glass, the palm of Namjoon's hand flattened on the surface of the glass pane above you, caging you in. You moaned at the sight- wondering what you looked like from the back, bent over like a slut.

"I love my birthday," Namjoon laughed, "You get so horny- which is saying something because you're always a slut for your boyfriend. You like making me happy?"

"I like- I like being slutty for you," You moaned, "I like being yours."

"I like being yours too, baby." He grinned, pecking you on the cheek sweetly before kissing down the length of your back. He bit down on your ass cheek like it was an apple, making you moan out embarrassingly.

"Fuck- Joon, it's your birthday, shouldn't I be the one on my knees?" You pointed out, looking down at him from behind your shoulder. He didn't even look up at you, staring instead straight at your pussy, spreading your legs apart gently and watching the water drip down between them.

"No, it's my birthday- I'll eat you out if I want to," He demanded petulantly, "Your pussy is better than a birthday cake anyway."

"Bitch, I got you a cake from Honeybee," You snapped, breaking your horny character for a moment.

Namjoon paused as well, sitting back on his heels and looked up at you with a surprised look on his face. It was a good thing the water wasn't angled at him, otherwise you were pretty sure he would've drowned by now.

"Oh, the chocolate one or the passion fruit one?" He asked eagerly, a hopeful look on his face.

"Chocolate, duh- who do you think I am? I only got the passion fruit cake that one time because I wanted to try it." You grumbled, pouting slightly.

"My girl is so smart, good choice. See? You deserve to get head for that, my sweet little girlfriend got me my favorite cake," Joon gushed, squeezing your ass fondly before licking a broad stripe through your folds and making you forget all about the stupid cake.

He sucked your clit into his mouth and wrapped his tongue around it, pushing the sensitive spot around with a mission while two of his fingers ran through your folds and sunk into your pussy decisively. You moaned, feeling him pump his fingers in and out furiously. You clenched around them, wondering why the hell he was going to fast until he switched his fingers and his mouth, tongue dipping into your honeyed center while his fingers flicked at your clit roughly.

You withered above him, barely able to keep your weight up until you felt an orgasm barreling towards you- "No, no, no, Joon- I'm gonna cum, it's too fast."

"No, it's not," He snapped, words vibrating against your clit as his breath against your skin only sent you closer to the edge. "Birthday boy wants his slut to cum."

His words were the final push you needed, cumming around his tongue in waves of pleasure as his fingers ran circles around you clit, milking your orgasm of everything it was worth. You lost the ability to think for a moment, the air leaving your lungs, and you barely had a chance to catch your breath before Joon was standing behind you, one hand gripped on your hip as he slid his cock into you, thrusting up sharply. You let out a surprised noise that contrasted his low moan in your ear, thankful for the sound of water hiding the sound of how wet you were.

"Come on baby, show me how much you love me," He demanded, slapping a large hand down on the side of your ass hard.

He thrust up into you at a bruising pace, using your body for his own pleasure as you did your best to keep up. Namjoon kept one hand on your clit and wrapped his other arm across your body, pulling you taunt against his chest as his hips snapped against yours. You were barely even standing up on your own, Namjoon holding your body so securely you could probably relax completely and he'd just carry you.

"Cum in me," You begged, slamming a hand against the glass wall to throw your ass back on him better, matching his thrusts now that you had a moment to gather your bearings. "Pl-please, will you please fill me up? Fuck- your dick is so big."

"Yeah baby? Feels good?" He asked, sounding all too pleased with himself.

"F-Feels so good- I want you to fill me up, please?" You stuttered, a pathetic noise leaving your body.

You were desperate for him at this point, reduced to a dumb, messy, whiny slut who just wanted her boyfriend to cum in her pussy.

"Don't worry, I'll give it to you- since you asked so nicely." He obliged, slamming his cock into your pussy like he owned it. "Fill you up nice and full so you can spend the rest of the day thinking about it. Maybe I'll let you suck my cock later if you want more, huh?"

"Y-yes, I want it." You moaned, "I want your cock."

He groaned and his thrusts got sloppier, faster still. He pinched your nipple hard, doing the same to your clit and you came again, clenching hard around him before he followed, the two of you slowing the pace down almost completely. He rocked against you, dragging his cock in and out of you slowly as you felt him cum in you, warmth spreading through your lower belly. Your pussy continued to suck him in, wanting to keep him there for as long as possible before he pulled out and watched his cum drip down your thighs, dragging a finger through it.

He held his hand up to your tongue absentmindedly, trying to resume washing your body with the other as you sucked his cum off of his hand.

"We gotta hurry," He mumbled, trying to speed wash you as if he hadn't just demolished your pussy. You were sensitive and moving slowly, spent from the morning activities. "We've been in here for so long, what a waste of water- why did we do this?"

"Because it's your birthday?" You offered lamely, watching as he turned the water off and lifted you into his arms, carrying you out of the shower.

"You shouldn't encourage me," He tssked, "I let the birthday shit get to my head. Horny or not, one should never waste water."

You rolled your eyes, laughing slightly at Joon's strictness with himself. He set you down on the edge of the vanity and handed you a towel, wrapping one around his waist securely.

"This is your fault for showering, we could've just had morning sex in bed like a normal couple but no- you have to leave me every morning to go to the gym." You pointed out.

"I go to the gym to fuck you better, you should be thanking me." He grunted, leaning against the countertop and kissing you again. "Maybe you could suck my cock before dinner to make it up to me."

"God, the birthday thing did get to your head," You gasped, shaking your head dramatically.

"So no head?" He pouted, an adorably wide eyed look on his face.

"Oh, head for sure." You corrected, nodding eagerly.

It was his birthday, after all.

(A/N: I have created...a monster.)

[bump1nthen1ght]

Morning In Bed (Naga x Reader)

Pairing: Trans Male!Reader/Male!Naga

Genre: Fantasy, Domestic, Fluff,

Warnings: 18+ Content up ahead! Impregnation, Oviposition, slight Breeding Kink,

Word Count: 1549 words

Summary: You spend another relaxing morning bed with your husband, with a couple of (welcome) surprises along the way

Request: Hey! I'd love to see something nsfw between a naga and a trans male reader. Could you write about the reader getting impregnated, and/or the actual egg laying process if that's not too much.

When you first built your house with your husband, Venthr, he had two requests:

One, for your bedroom to have a wall facing the West, right next to the side of your California King Mattress. Two, that there be a large window on that same wall, to allow the morning rays to heat up your bed and act like a giant sun lamp when you both wake up. You had agreed readily, because even though you loved cuddling with your husband, his cold-blood always had you layering on pajama pants and cozy socks, prepared for a cold compress pressed to your side the whole night.

The sun feels especially nice this morning, with Venthr’s tail wrapped around your legs, shoving away the warmth of your duvet and focusing solely on feeling up your lower half. You crack one eye open as Venthr lays hot kisses on your neck, his claws slightly grazing your hip as he massages it from behind.

“Well, look who's become a morning person.” Your murmur, face still half shoved into a pillow. From the corner of your eye you can see Venthr smile, his long fangs peeking out from between his lips, which he then wets with a long swipe of his tongue.

“It’s pretty easy with you pressed up next to me.” Venthr whispers, pressing another steaming kiss to your neck, his tail slightly constricting as his chilled piercings send goosebumps across your neck. You giggle as Venthr nips at a particularly sensitive spot, reaching your hand back to tangle in his messy red hair. It hangs loose from his scrunchie, long strands framing his face and falling over his shoulders.

Venthr cuddles even closer to your body, soaking up your body heat and nudging your backside with his-

“Speaking of morning.” You wiggle your eyebrows, Venthr chuckling and rolling his eyes. He’s acting pretty smarmy for a man whose dick is pressed right up against your ass. “What, is my drool that irresistible?”

“Would it be weird or romantic if I said yes?”

“Depends on your tone of voice, I suppose.”

You contort your shoulders so you can kiss Venthr on the lips, a breathy sigh escaping you as he begins to slowly rut against your backside. His cock, unsheathed, lays hot on your low back, the tip of his tail rubbing your ankles as he leans deeper into the kiss.

In between fervent kisses, Venthr whispers, “Do you want to try this morning?”

You nod, Venthr’s affection stirring a tingling current up your body and down into your toes as he grinds even harder.

“Y-yeah, yeah I would.”

Venthr doesn’t bother responding with a snarky remark, not about how easily you become putty his hand or how maybe the both of you are now morning people; He just trails his long claws up your hips and your stomach, crawling under your pajama t-shirt and pulling it up as he goes.

The two of you had been considering having a child and had only recently started trying for one; Or, with his biology, a couple. While you two had no problems being ‘motivated’, so to speak, it had been more difficult for his eggs to take to your human biology. His cum would usually leak out of you without any of his eggs properly latching inside. The process was a little messy, but nothing some high grade bleach and plenty of sheets couldn’t handle.

You sigh as Venthr returns to his passionate sucking on your neck, his claws flicking over your nipples as he slowly spreads your legs with his tail. The smooth muscles massage your lower body as the contort and force you open, his cock finding it’s place in between your thighs.

“Gods, I love those noises you make baby.” Venthr all but groans into your ear, fingers finding purchase on your chest and twisting your nipples. You shove your face into your pillow, somehow still embarrassed by your own grunts and moans as your husband fondles you. Venthr’s chuckle vibrates against your neck as his left hand leaves your chest and moves towards your bedside cabinet. He hastily pulls open a drawer and takes out the lube, spreading it over his fingers for you to see. “I’ll get you prepped, but from what I can feel down here,” he punctuates with a hump against you, rubbing his slick cock against your juices, “I don’t think you’ll need much.”

You playfully hit his shoulder, but your muscles tingle from the pleasure and make the impact a love-tap at best. Venthr laughs again, relishing in your sounds of pleasure as he slowly walks his hand down your body. The cold lube smearing against your navel sending goosebumps all over your body.

“Y-you’re wasting t-the expensive kind, babe.”

“All for you, sweet cheeks.”

Venthr’s long fingers finally reach your crotch, spreading you open and playing with your sensitive spot before inserting two of his fingers. Your breath catches in your throat and Venthr takes the opportunity to smother you in a french kiss, fingers increasing their pace. You can taste the metal of his tongue piercing, gasping around his own moans as he finds that particular spot within you. The callouses of his palms put perfect pressure on your insides, the bottom of his palm spaying special attention to your crotch.

You feel the familiar climbing sensation of an orgasm ripple through your abdomen after a couple minutes, causing you to pat Venthr’s arm and breathily whine his name. Venthr pulls his fingers out of you with an audible slick.

“You think you’re ready? Ready to take me, all of me?”

You nod against Venthr’s neck, mind in a pleasured haze, tugging on his tail to bring his cock even closer. Venthr kisses your pulse point. “Alright, just let me know if you need to stop, okay?”

Venthr’s tail slowly shifts apart your legs even farther, the tick of his cock brushing against your entrance as he adjusts his upper half. His hand, now covered in your cum and some lube, lovingly brushes against your abdomen. With a final kiss, Venthr begins to slowly insert himself into you.

You hold your breath as Venthr’s swollen cock fills you out, the cold base of scales bumping against your backside as he bottoms out. A rumbling moan comes from his chest when he feels the way you clench around him. Venthr continues to massage your hips and begins to increase his pace once he feels your muscles relaxing. The two of you let out a series of low grunts and sighs as the tip of his dick pressures against that sensitive spot inside you. Venthr shoves his face in the crook of your shoulder, whispering a ‘fuck’ as a trail of drool begins to pool out of his mouth.

“You’re going to be-” Grunt ‘-such a good fucking dad.” Ungh “I can’t wait to see you, filled to the brim, petting your stomach.” Aah “Chaperoning those dorky school trips, going to overpriced amusement parks.” Fuck.

With your husband’s cock pounding you into oblivion, you barely have the mental capacity to comment on his dirty talk, your responses limited to slurred  ‘uh-huh’s and yelps. Venthr’s tail struggles to keep their grip on your sweaty legs, desperately wrapping tighter and tighter as your bed begins to shake with the power of his thrusts. The bedsprings squeal as he grabs the top of the headboard, holding up his upper body so he can fuck you even harder. Your fingers clench around the bed sheets, knuckles white while Venthr’s movements become sloppier and sloppier, the returning feeling of climax bubbling up in your core.

“You’re gonna look so handsome with my eggs inside you, baby. I know it, fuck!” You throw your right calf around Venthr’s tail, pushing him even deeper inside of you as your pleasure climbs to higher and higher heights, moving your own hips in tandem with your husbands. Both your moan’s raise in pitch, your bed frame slamming against the wall with cacophonous bangs. Venthr’s sharp nails comb through your hair as presses a sloppy kiss to your forehead, more of his saliva dripping from his mouth and onto your face.“Fuck, fuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming baby, I’m gonna-”

Your orgasm rocks your body, aftershocks shaking your very bones as Venthr’s thick, gelatinous sperm fills you up. The globes of unfertilized eggs push past your cervix and send another wave of trembling shivers down your spine, forcing your eyes to roll into the back of your head.

The two of you stay in that final position for a couple of seconds, Venthr’s dick pushing and holding his eggs inside you as your eyes slowly come back into focus. Venthr’s heart beats quickly, the vibrations pulsing against your back as his tail muscles stay constricted around your legs, holding them in your breeding position. But once the endorphins run out and your muscles begin to ache, the two of you collapse into a sweaty, cuddly pile.

The silence lingers even as your reason returns from post-sex euphoria, Venthr absentmindedly petting your rib cage and caressing your thighs.

“You know, I think my dirty talk made all the difference.”

You smack Venthr’s hand, playful and weak. Venthr laughs.

Just another morning in bed with your husband.

[zackcollins]

if you met me first ch. 3 || mathew barzal

chapter 1 || chapter 2 || masterlist

Author’s Note: Here’s chapter 3!! I finished it relatively quickly after chapter 2 but I’m scheduling for it to be posted on September 7th, 2020 at 13:00 EST because it’ll both give me some more time for chapter 4 and because I think I want to space out the days when I post parts of chaptered fics. I’ve been told that people like the anticipation of the next chapter, so I’m going to try to wait a few days between chapters so everyone has some suspense. If that’s alright with everyone. Let me know if I should change that idea. I’ll work with any reasonable suggestions I’m given. GIF credit to draisaitlpasta!!

Warnings: There’s the briefest mention of Barzy being in what could be considered the start of an anxiety response. I won’t spoil why; all I’ll say is that it’s towards the end of the chapter just so you know in case you have to avoid it.

Word Count: 1.8k+

Title: If You Met Me First by Eric Ethridge

Additional: The reader is still gender-neutral! I think I’m managing really well with keeping it that way but let me know if I’ve accidentally gendered them. I’ll either go in and fix it or just change this note to reflect the gender I wrote them as. Whichever it is that you guys prefer. I hope that’s okay and I hope you enjoy this!

Mathew hummed and kissed your forehead. 

“Surprise,” he said, voice eerily calm for the situation.

“What about—“

“I called your boss,” Mathew interjected. He kissed your forehead again and ran his fingers through your hair. “I told her that I was your long-distance boyfriend and that I was surprising you with a trip to St. Lucia for our anniversary. It didn’t take much convincing after that.”

You felt yourself smirk as your heartbeat sped up. Your stomach filled with butterflies when you saw the confident look on Mathew’s face.

“You were really banking on me saying I liked you,”  you said, kissing Mathew’s cheek.

“Tito—the whole team, really—said I was being an oblivious moron,” Mathew replied. “They all said that from the way I talked about you and our interactions, your feelings for me were incredibly obvious and that they were dumbfounded as to how I didn’t notice sooner. They’re the reason I called today; they told me to call for myself or they would call for me.”

You chuckled, patting Mathew on the cheek. Mathew chuckled, kissing your wrist as you pulled it away. You shivered a little at the contact, smiling weakly. Mathew smiled weakly in return, eyes conveying an emotion you weren’t sure you knew how to read.

Mathew yawned just then, causing his eyes to shift from the unreadable emotion to an emotion that was much more familiar to you—tiredness. He shifted a few times on the couch in what you assumed was an attempt to get comfortable. You shifted until you were able to swing your legs over the side of the couch, standing up. You offered your hand to Mathew, helping him stand.

“C’mon,” you said, leading him through the living room and down the hallway. “It’ll be more comfortable if we sleep in my bed.”

You felt Mathew’s heartbeat quicken through the pulse point in his wrist. You smiled internally as you continued walking down the hallway.

When you were in the bedroom, Mathew froze a few feet from the bed. You looked up at him after sitting down at the foot of the bed. You raised your hands in a questioning gesture and nodded your head towards Mathew. 

“What’s wrong,” you asked, voice somewhat laced with concern. Everything had seemed fine in the living room and you were concerned you had accidentally done something to upset Mathew on the short walk to the bedroom. 

“What…” he trailed off and squeezed his eyes shut. 

You found that odd because he wasn’t normally the nervous type. Sure, he got antsy sometimes but he never usually left sentences unspoken. 

“What should I wear,” he asked, motioning to his body. “Do I wear this? Or do I get down to my underwear?”

You discreetly let out the nervous breath you had been holding. Finding out you hadn’t done anything wrong made you feel a lot better. 

When you composed yourself, you looked at what Mathew was wearing. You noticed that he was in a pair of blue jeans, a black cardigan, a white t-shirt, a pair of black socks and his favourite silver necklace. As he stood there, he was fiddling with his cardigan sleeves. You briefly saw his wrists and noticed that he was wearing bracelets that would fit perfectly with any teenage girl’s aesthetic. 

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. 

“You can sleep in your t-shirt and underwear.” You motioned to his socks. “And your bracelets, necklace, and socks, if you sleep in those.”

Mathew put his hand on his chest and contorted his face into one of humourous disgust. 

“Only heathens sleep with socks on,” he said, voice condescending in nature.

You chuckled and gave Mathew a thumbs up. “Good answer.”

Mathew smirked, returning the thumbs up. You rolled your eyes and shook your head at him before focusing your attention on undressing and changing yourself for bed.

Just as you were sliding your pyjama shirt over your head, you felt the bed sink lower. You looked over as soon as the shirt was over your head. You smiled when you saw Mathew sitting there in his t-shirt and boxer-briefs, looking at you with a nervous expression.

Wanting to ease some of his nerves, you reached over and tapped the tip of his nose with your finger; you said a soft ‘boop’ as you did. When Mathew snorted and cracked the smallest of smiles, you knew your mission had been accomplished; you repeated the action and verbal aspect a second time for good measure.

Mathew reached over, squishing your face with his hand. He pushed your head back slightly as he did. You giggled when he removed his hand.

“Dork,” Mathew said, squishing your face and pushing it backwards again.

This time, you licked the part of his hand that was over your mouth. Mathew recoiled his hand, scoffing as he wiped it on your pyjama pants. You giggled as he glared at you, though you saw no heat behind it. Rather, he looked like he was trying not to laugh.

“That’s what you get,” you said between giggles. “Has no one taught you that putting your hand over someone else’s face means that it’s going to get licked?”

Mathew grumbled, poking your nose. You giggled harder, holding onto your stomach because it was starting to hurt. Mathew chuckled along with you but you could tell that there was an undertone of concern to the way that he was looking at you.

“I… I’m…” you said, words coming out in wheezes as you giggled relentlessly. “I’m… fine, Mat… Mathew.”

Mathew’s face softened a little but you could tell that he was still looking at you cautiously. You respected him for the fact that he wanted to make sure that you were okay. You honestly were okay. You would have told him otherwise if you needed to. It had just been ages since you had laughed like this and, because of that, everything felt more intense than it normally did. 

When you had finally calmed down from your intense giggling fit, you noticed that Mathew had stopped looking at you cautiously. You now noticed that he was looking at you lovingly. Your stomach swooped and you were fairly certain it wasn’t because you had just spent fifteen minutes giggling like a fool. You swallowed the nervous lump that had formed in your throat.

“Is it okay if we cuddle,” you asked.

When Mathew stared at you blankly, you realized that had been a stupid question.

“We were cuddling on the couch,” you said, mostly to yourself. “Of course it’s okay if we cuddle.”

Mathew grabbed your face, directing you to look at him. You felt the tension you had ease when you noticed that he didn’t look annoyed with you.

“Hey,” he said, soothing his thumb along your chin. “I get it. You’re nervous. How long have you waited for this?”

You sighed, biting your lip. Mathew nodded, smiling softly as he soothed his thumb along your chin a second time.

“We’ve been friends for, what,” you paused, looking at the ceiling in an attempt to help yourself remember the number, “six years?”

Mathew hummed, nodding. “Something like that.”

You bit your lip again, this time squeezing your eyes shut. Mathew soothed his thumb along your chin again, humming a couple of times as he did.

“Look at me,” he said, softly.

When you opened your eyes, you saw that Mathew was looking at you with that same unreadable expression from earlier. It didn’t bother you that you couldn’t decipher it; instead, it made you feel at peace. Something about it brought you a sense of calm and it was helping you with your decision to tell Mathew the answer to his question.

“I started liking you after three months of being friends,” you said, smiling weakly at Mathew.

Mathew chuckled, leaning forward and kissing your cheek.

“It only took me a month and a half,” he said before laying down on the bed. 

He didn’t look at you when he asked, softly, “Can I be the little spoon?”

Instead of replying, you laid down behind Mathew. You slotted your bodies together, wrapping your arms around his midsection and burying your head in the nape of his neck.

“Thank you,” Mathew muttered, though it was faint, strained, and wet with the beginnings of tears so you barely heard him.

“Hey. Hey,” you mumbled into Mathew’s neck, squeezing him closer to you. “I’d never shame you for that. If you need to be the little spoon sometimes, you need to be the little spoon sometimes. Being the one getting cuddled is fine, Mathew. Some people need the comfort of a person surrounding them. It doesn’t make you any less of a man. Needing human contact is normal.”

Mathew sniffled wetly a couple of times, his breathing somewhat shaky. You kissed the nape of his neck and brought your hands up, splaying them across his chest. Mumbling sweet nothings into his neck and softly compressing his chest seemed to calm him down. You kissed his neck a few more times as his breathing evened out in an attempt to keep him calm.

“Thank you,” Mathew said once his breathing was completely under control, though his voice did sound somewhat strained. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you and we aren’t even officially dating yet.”

You chuckled into Mathew’s neck, flicking his chin with one of your hands.

“I admitted to having feelings for you,” you said. “I didn’t disagree with you when you mentioned that you were my boyfriend because it helped you get me out of work so you could take me to St. Lucia. I didn’t say no to going to St. Lucia even though we’re going tomorrow and I had no warning. Use your head, Mathew.”

“I thought we’ve established that I need things spelled out for me,” Mathew deadpanned.

You chuckled, flicking Mathew’s chin again.

“Fair enough.”

Mathew chuckled but it quickly turned into a yawn. You pat his chest before dropping your arms so that they were back around his midsection.

“Let’s get some sleep,” you said, pulling Mathew in closer to you.. “We need it because tomorrow is going to be a long day.”

Mathew hummed as he grabbed the blanket and tossed it over the top of both of you. You smiled into Mathew’s neck as you closed your eyes, shifting a few times to make yourself comfortable.

Right as you were drifting off to sleep, you heard Mathew’s soft snoring. Snoring normally bothered you but it felt different hearing it from the man you had carried a torch for for the last six years. It made you feel at ease.

The last thing you registered before your brain switched to subconscious thoughts was Mathew mumbling something in his sleep.

“Can’t wait for tomorrow.”

[vecnawrites]

Neo Rides Her Mare

Neo being surprised at Joan having a horse dick, though Joan’s the one ultimately shocked when Neo manages to comfortable take all of her, making her question if her shortstack of a girlfriend’s vagina is a black hole.

Joan took several deep breaths as she made her way into the hotel, blushing brightly as she asked for the room of her girlfriend, of her secret girlfriend. The knowing smirk from the concierge didn’t help her embarrassment. Quickly collecting the card, she darted towards the elevator, blushing deeply as she entered it and hit the button for the top floor.

As the elevator rose, Joan’s stomach twisted in ways that had nothing to do with her motion sickness. There was really only one way to interpret a weekend stay in a hotel room with her significant other...and it wasn’t like Neo had been exactly subtle about her desires and intentions, from seductively eating her food, walking with a sway in her step, making her rear swing, to outright using her semblance to hide the fact she was groping her!

But that meant that Neo...would find out. She had kept her shameful secret hidden from everyone since she had come to Beacon, even Pyrrha didn’t know. She had no idea how Neo would take this...she just hoped this didn’t cause the end of their relationship. While they may have only been together a few short months, Joan knew that she loved Neo, very much. There weren’t often times that the blonde cursed her faunus heritage, but this was one of the times she truly did.

Despite that, her secret twitched in her panties at the thought of Neo and herself in bed together. "Stop, Joan!" she admonished herself. "Don't go in there pitching a tent like a complete freak...you have to explain things first, and hope that she doesn't dump you for not telling her…"

Reaching the top floor, Joan swallowed as she took a deep breath, making her large breasts bounce a bit, despite their binding. As the door opened, she gathered her courage and stepped out of the elevator and into the elegant hallway.

Reaching the door that matched her card, Joan took another deep breath before swiping it and opening the door as the key slot flashed green.

Neo Politan sat on the bed, eagerly awaiting the arrival of her girlfriend and soon to be lover.

It had started on orders from that bitch Fall, to sow discord between JNPR by keeping the attention of the leader. Since it was isolating the Champion from their leader (and also the girl she really liked, but was too cowardly to admit that too), Neo counted that as a win.

What she hadn't expected was the fact that she truly came to fall for the girl. Normally, she would think someone so honest and earnest was stupid, but Joan Arc had somehow wormed her way into her heart.

She had actually enjoyed the things they were doing together, to the point she began to sexually desire her.

Knowing that the girl was a futa, she had fun with letting her know her desires by slowly licking ice creams and popsicles, walking as seductively as possible, to hiding with her semblance and letting her hands run over the blonde's beautiful body.

Now, she had called in a favor to get the room in this hotel for them to have privacy for their first time.

She had known that her shy girlfriend was a futa even before they had started dating (it was easy for her keen eyes, so used to looking for hidden valuables, to tell), and that she seemed for some reason to be ashamed of having such a gift. Why? That was the question she was going to find the answer to tonight.

Tamping down the minor nerves, Neo gave herself a once over. Freshly showered and shaved? Check. Crotchless panties and peephole bra? Double check. See through negligee and fingernails and toenails filed and painted? Triple check.

Nodding that all was satisfactory, all that was left for her to do was wait until her girlfriend arrived. Hearing a soft click, she smiled. Think of the lover, and they appear, it seemed.

Joan entered, swallowing and feeling incredibly out of place in her jeans and hoodie due to how fancy it was. Velvet curtains, thick plush carpet, silk sheets...every bit of it screamed rich.

A quiet sound, like chimes tinkling, drew her attention to the upper portion of the bed, her mouth going dry as she saw Neo curled up in the center, wearing a cream colored cloth that might as well not be there due to how gauzy it was.

Underneath was a pale pink 'bra' with vertical slits, exposing her nipples. Joan had remembered being surprised when she had seen her topless by accident (although, with how smug Neo seemed over her embarrassment, Joan wasn't too sure how accidental it was) that Neo had a pink nipple and a brown one, like her hair and eyes.

Further down, she wore light brown 'panties' that exposed her plump slit and a tuft of tricolor hair shaved into the shape of an arrow pointing down.

Joan swallowed roughly as her eyes moved up to Neo's smiling face, feeling that damnable throbbing ache in her compression panties.

The blonde felt like a gazelle being stared down by a hungry lioness as Neo's eyes hooded and she raised a hand and crooked a finger in a 'come hither' motion.

Slowly, Joan made her way to the bed, kicking off her shoes and leaving them by the door, padding in socked feet to the bed, where she squeaked as deceptively tiny and fragile looking hands grabbed her, pulling her onto the bed.

Joan opened her mouth to speak, but moaned as another mouth crashed onto her own, those skilled fingers slipping under the fabric of her hoodie and roaming her sides, moving up towards her binder.

Pulling away with a gasp as Neo somehow managed to undo the thing in less than an eighth of the time it took her to fasten and tighten it, Joan flushed darkly as her hoodie burst outwards, her large bust straining the fabric.

Smirking, Neo knew she would have to take charge, her adorable girlfriend was too passive right now to attempt such a thing. But that was okay, they could work up to that.

Working quickly, she pulled the binder out from her hoodie and then pushed it up over her chest.

Neo was stuck in a curious state of awe mixed with seething jealousy. Joan's bust was massive, like she had shoved a pair of bowling balls under her skin, yet still somehow perky, despite the obvious weight and heft. A whisper about Aura being the cause of that hissed through the thoughts at the back of her mind, but she ignored that in favor of the beautiful sight before her.

Reaching up with a shaking hand, she cupped one of the beauties, her fingers assaulted by the softness of her skin. Turning her attention to the nipples at the crest of her girlfriend's chest, she licked her lips. Unlike her own, which were hard and practically poking through her negligee (which really needed to come off), Joan's were puffy and had small horizontal slits along them. 'Inverted?!' she thought with glee, knowing how much more sensitive they were due to lack of stimulation. She was going to have a great deal of fun playing with those...as a matter of fact, why wait?

Joan threw her head back, squirming and crying out as Neo's lips wrapped around her right nipple, gently sucking and licking, swirling her tongue around the extended bit of flesh.

She arched as Neo's tongue slipped into the small slit and began prodding and 'swatting' at her nipple.

Joan squirmed, her cock swelling and straining in her panties, leaking pre onto herself. "Neoooooo!" she whined out, "Stop! I need to tell you something!"

Blessedly, the wicked shortstack did stop, burying her face between the blonde's tits and looking up from between her new pillows curiously.

Joan sighed, trying to calm herself a bit. This was it. Make or break. Taking a deep breath, she spoke. "I...I'm not like normal girls, Neo. I'm a-"

Neo cut her off by signing, 'A futa. I've known for a long time, even before we started dating. It's nothing to be ashamed of.' she turned her head and kissed the large swell of a breast before smiling up at her shocked girlfriend. 'Now that the secret is out, what do you say we continue?' her hands moved down and unbuckled her jeans, pulling them open and hooking her fingers into the rough denim and the softness of Joan's underwear.

Joan felt panic fill her. "Wait! That's only part of-" WHAP! Joan's heart sank down to her stomach as Neo slid down her body and yanking down her jeans and panties, her solid eighteen inches of cock flopping free and slapping Neo along the face, eclipsing it, the flat head throbbing and oozing her musky pre down the long shaft and fat medial ring.

Joan's eyesight blurred and she buried her face in her hands, the silence and lack of action getting to be too much. She knew it...this had been too much, of course there was no way Neo would-Joan's breath hitched as something hot and wet drew a path along her cock.

Looking down through her fingers, she saw Neo looking at her cock with what could only be awe, cradling it in her hands as she licked her lips. She sniffed. “N-Neo?” she asked, voice thick from her aborted tears.

Neo knew she had hit the jackpot. She had never seen a cock like this before in her life! And with her semblance, she was able to see a lot of them by hiding herself. And the taste...she licked her lips. That pre was some of the tastiest liquid that had ever touched her tongue...if that was only pre, what would her cum taste like?

A sniff brought her out of her musings, looking up at her girlfriend in shock as she saw her teary face. What was wrong? Why was she-Neo’s face softened, suddenly realizing just why her lover was in tears. She had likely been tormented due to her gift. Well, that just wouldn’t do, now would it?

Rising up, Neo placed a kiss to the leaking tip, humming in delight as sweetness covered her tongue. Seeing the shock on her girlfriend’s face, she licked up the pooling pre in the flat tip, kissing it and gently sucking more from the slit.

Moving quickly, Neo sat up and stripped herself of the flimsy negligee and pieces of cloth that passed for underwear, leaving her completely naked before Joan. She wouldn’t deny she felt warm seeing the awe in her blonde girlfriend’s face.

Hands grabbing the cloth around Joan’s thighs, Neo pulled down the jeans and panties tossing them off the bed and to the floor, moving up and doing the same to her hoodie, taking her time admiring her buxom, big cocked girlfriend.

She rubbed her thighs together. Fuck, she was so wet! Reaching out she gently grasped Joan’s cock and gave it a stroke, looking up at the girl hopefully. She was at the point of needing this, and only her pride kept her from begging for it at this point.

Joan squirmed at the wonderful feeling of Neo’s hand wrapped around her cock, and saw the look in her eyes. It was the same look that she had seen Weiss give Blake (and wasn’t finding out about that relationship a shock) when she wanted sex.

“A-Are you sure, Neo? I...I’m not...I don’t know if I will fit.” Joan hated saying this, she honestly wanted to have sex with Neo, but the size difference...that same sound of tinkling chimes filled her ears as she saw Neo stand up and hold her cock in place while squatting over it. ‘Let me worry about it fitting, alright baby? You just enjoy.’

SLICKT!! Joan’s world went completely white.

Slowly coming back to herself, Joan forced her eyes open, looking down her body to see something miraculous.

Neo was sitting on her lap, hip to hip, bulge in her belly, her tight pussy (Joan's eyes rolled back in her head again as she finally registered the strangling wet heat holding her cock hostage) having taken every inch of her cock inside.

Neo grinned triumphantly, patting herself on the belly. She was gonna be sore as hell later, but they had the entire weekend and Aura, so she wasn't concerned.

Using the muscles in her legs, Neo began to raise herself up until she hit that fat medial ring, then drop down with a clap, feeling those fat balls her ass rested on jerk in place.

Leaning forwards she placed her palms on Joan's toned belly, Neo grinned wickedly up at the flustered Joan, before moving.

smacksmacksmacksmackSmackSmackSmackSmackSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK!!!

Joan cried out in bliss as Neo began to bounce and twist rapidly on her cock, rolling her hips as she did so. Her hands opened and closed rapidly, fisting the soft comforter in her hands. "N-Neo!! Oh, Brothers! FUCK!" Joan tensed and squirmed underneath Neo, her wicked pussy driving her wild, her balls churning and begging for release.

Neo knew that neither she nor Joan were going to last long. Joan was the textbook definition of a virgin, especially with how ashamed she was for some reason of this magnificent cock, and she herself hadn't gotten off properly in the past week due to having to deal with the school and those backstabbing twits she was forced to work with.

The knot in her belly got tighter and tighter as she felt that cock move within her, the thick ring halfway down it rubbing all.the right places as the tip smushed and rubbed against the entrance of her womb, a place nothing had ever managed to get near.

Knowing she only had seconds before she came, Neo raised her lower half as high as she could, almost pressing her face to Joan's abs, so that only the tip was captured between her lips, before slamming herself down with a mighty slap!

"AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" Joan screamed out in pleasure as her balls gave in and pulsed, spraying rope upon rope of thick seed into Neo as the tricolor fighter shook upon her, her eyes flashing through a myriad of colors. Joan panted harshly, black spots filling her vision, before she blacked out with a delirious smile on her face.

Neo's pussy clamped down tightly around the throbbing cock within her, feeling those massive balls throb underneath her ass, her womb being blasted by heated spurts of cum.

As both orgasms began to subside, Neo collapsed face first onto her girlfriend, planting down on those wonderfully soft tits. This was bliss, she decided. Massive tit pillows, a belly full of hot cum, and a thick cock plugging her pussy up.

While she normally wasn't one for after sex cuddling, this was different. This wasn't a random one night stand, this was her girlfriend...one that ticked all her boxes for 'perfect girlfriend'. She would have to see if Joan was up to a repeat performance after a nap.

She nuzzled against Joan's breast, capturing her nipple in her mouth, gently and contentedly sucking it as she drifted off to sleep as well, already fantasizing about what she and Joan would do the rest of this weekend...

[crybabytoy59]

My begging letter reply...

I opened the letter attached to the box my hands shaking the whole time,opening the folded pink paper the page coming into view I read it...

Very well done Babyslave, that was a lovely Begging Letter you wrote so

given your genuine feelings we are going to let you visit us for a long weekend

so the following dates You will choose one to serve us as our “Babyslave”

01/05....07/05...14/05....

Once you give us Our weekend date you Will use what’s in this box as described With No Exceptions ! This part is Not up for negotiations, as we will

be checking that Our Toy is Obedient. You will Not be given a Safeword & will be at our Will as to how Your Training & Punishment are given (We will not harm you permanently or leave any lasting damage, other than the inevitable mental

Tormented harm that we are guessing you can pull upon later when you feel the “Need within”....

Now open the box.....Babyslave !

Still reading the line over “You will not be given a Safeword” my mind now racing over the prospect of this type of Dominant Control, something I had always fantasised over but the thought of actually submitting to this ?

So I lifted my small knife cutting the box open.

Inside the box was a pink pvc dress with white frilly hem and at the cuffs to the arms, over the chest was a heart shaped panel surrounded by the same white frills, in this was a cartoon character of Winnie the Pooh ! Next was a large pink disposable with Fairy prints on it, pvc see through pants they also had Winnie the Pooh bear front & rear, white Mary Jane socks and pink booties, a tube of hair removal cream, a rubber ring with balls on it ? some sort of powdered drink.

Also there was two gift cards one was for a hairdresser, the other was for a natural health shop.

Now getting excited over looking at the items from the box I found myself getting excited about the prospect of serving them both, looking at the dates I found the first date was perfect as I had No plans that weekend.

So excited I messaged them my date...a reply came back ...

That’s perfect Babyslave..Now book both appointments for the Friday morning they are close together so allow 2hrs for both so you will be Finnished for 10am,

after done you Will message us for instructions.Take your Dress ect in a back pack with you so they are ready.

We look forward to seeing you for your Obedience Training weekend Babyslave.

The next week dragged on but finally the Thursday came at 7pm I was.  Instructed to use the cream to remove all my hair feet to neck, the smell was not very nice but 30 mins later after a shower I stood completely void of hair !

A message came that I was to go straight to bed with No supper only my usual hot milk and honey.....in my terry Nappy & rubber pants with My pink baby doll nightie on....I was allowed to wet if I found the need but No poopies ! As usual No Cummies (It had been six weeks now with no relief Only frustration over the Pictures they sent me each day to look at teasing me endlessly at work at home they would come ..Pictures of sissy bondage Abdl art ect...

Friday morning I removed my soaking wet Nappy showered then headed with my back pack to the hairdresser.

On arrival I handed the girl my gift card “Hi you must be Tina’s friend, follow me please” the petite girl led me to a chair “Sit here Carla will be with you in a moment” as I sat nervously an older girl appeared behind me smiling “Hi am Carla nice to meet you” she put a black cover around my neck tied it on then pushed my head forward “Keep still please” I heard buzzing then felt the shaver on my head removing my hair not some of it All of it ! She shaved my head Bald then foam razor shaved it completely !..I sat stunned as she had not asked me anything just simply shaved me bald 👩‍🦲....

“There we go that ok for you ?” I smiled politely saying yes thank you, Carla smiled back “would you like some softness balm ? It’s free !” Again stammering slightly I spoke Emm’err yes thank you...Carla put some clear oil on her hands then started massaging it into my head her finger felt so good softly massaging my Now baud head she poke again “Tilt your head back for me.....(she rubbed my forehead & temples) Just a bit further back please” I forced my neck to arch back fully as she slowed the massaging even further ! It was pure heaven, then it struck me the oil was Baby Oil ! The distinct smell encircling my head invading My nostrils.

She tilted my head back up “That we Go Babe that’s you soft as a baby’s bottom” I went slightly red at her comment but she removed the apron then turned the chair to allow me to get up “Thanks for using us hope we will get to see you as a regular customer, you enjoy your weekend”

With that she walked away, I went out the shop the cool air hitting my newly shaved head felt strange but nice.

As they had told me the health shop was only a few minutes away, as I entered an assistant greeting me I gave Over the voucher “That’s lovely come this way” I followed her as we entered a room there was a bench with a raised bit it had a towel over it.  A girl in a uniform came into the room “Hi my name is Dee am going to give you your treatments today, have you had a colonics treatment before ?” I was totally stunned as I was under the impression I was having a mineral skin treatment not an internal treatment !

Stammering I told her no this was a first...she smiled warmly telling me it was very relaxing to have done and that I would feet great after the treatment.

She gave me a white gown then told me to just remove my clothes and lay over the raised part of the bed with my hips tummy down.

When she came back it was with a cart, lifting my gown she put a towel over my lower back, then gently patted My thighs “pull your legs up slightly & shoulder width apart please”.

This now made me feel very vulnerable & a tad embarrassed, as I thought this treatment was done on your back ? What did I know....”just relax am going to put a tube inside you Ok ?” I nodded then felt cold lube as the tube entered me, she inflated a ballon then I felt warm fluid enter me, but not filling Me it was going back out, just a light constant pressure...In fact it felt very nice.

She told me to relax & enjoy it as the treatment took around 45 minutes then she left the room, embarrassing as it was I fell asleep ! It was just so relaxing...

Dee returned simply removing the tube and wiped me down “That’s you I will leave you to Get dressed, just watch standing up as the treatment will make you feel light headed, did you enjoy it?” Yes Dee it was so relaxing thank you...

I got dressed lifted my backpack thanked her again & left feeling like I was floating!l

No sooner was I out the shop when I got a message “Ok now walk to Mac Donalds go to the bathroom & put on your nappy, pants, dress, tights...put your clothes back on with the Top of the dress neckline showing out of the top of your Tee Shirt then walk back towards the park, we will send you directions from there...Hurry Up Babyslave Don’t Keep us waiting!”

I went into the restaurant toilet stripping to put on my Baby attire! Once I was

dressed the walk to the park had me walking face down as I was sure everyone was looking at the white frilly rubber coming out of my Tee Shirt neck !

At the park a txt came “Well Done.. now go to the car park you will see a black van in the corner go to the side door face the bushes & Stand Completely Still”

As I walked to the van I felt myself swelling up inside the disposable Nappy ! But worse was the rubber ring with the balls around it at my scrotum was keeping the flow of blood from returning & I was now hard as a rock !! Turning to face the bushes my heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest !

The van door opened & I felt myself being pulled backwards “Close your eyes Babyslave Do Not Open them no Matter what Happens!”

As I was pulled backwards my coat was being removed then hearing the door slide shut,  I felt my trousers Being unfastened followed by my T-shirt Being removed !  “Clever girlie Babyslave look at you” a hood was being pulled over my head “Open Wide!” A Dummy was put into my mouth through the hole over my lips, this was quite large in size it felt like it was covered in small spikes ?Then I felt a head harness being pulled tightly on “Now Babyslave are you Wet ? (I shook my head) let’s just check (my plastic pants came down then my nappy tabs we’re removed & cool air hit my rear) “Clever girlie that’s just perfect, Now get on all fours & spread you’re leggies nice and Widespread..Clever girlie lift your tummy slightly cutie....(I felt a bench put under me then my legs cuffed apart, followed by my wrists being cuffed then pulled in front of me widely.

At this point I was aware the van was moving, she patted my rear then spoke “Just suckle on your Dummy Babyslave a wee short drive to a Quite location & we can prepare You for the trip home” she was sliding something up my shaft it was compressing my already engorged clitte ! The van came to a stop & the driver got into the back with her. I felt a large pair of hands lift my head as a strap was put to each chin from the belt over the small of my back holding me down...this had me whimpering as my head was forced into an unnatural backwards position ! I heard them both chuckle as she spoke to me..

“Now Babyslave were going to give you a wee taster of what’s in store for your Obedience Training This weekend, Off we Go !..Daddy...” I felt cold lib slide down the crack of my bum cheeks then someone straddling my widespread thighs !

She smiled at her husband as he squatted down lining up his member with the newly cleaned Fuck hole Dee had just cleaned in preparation! Only fifteen minutes ago Dee had messaged Mummy to tell her the treatment was done & they could message him. Now as she watched her hubby Very slowly enter there new Toy starting a slow rhythmic moment of fucking the spread eagle Sissy up the anal passage ! Mummy kissed his cheek..”Clever girlie Babyslave Remember Don’t Open your eyes As so far your being ever so Clever, aaaaww Daddy I can see tears forming...Big thrust now I think...(I could feel the first tears rolling down my face) Clever girlie Babyslave Open your eyes & look at me !” She was stunning even through tears I could see her leather clad figure !...

I had never been fucked by a man, I had fantasies about it but being straight I had never felt guy....but the humiliation of it did excite me....Now here I was Spread & being fucked as this gorgeous girl mocked me tears flowing from me freely now, I cried openly to her with a Deep want to give her my pent up tears..All of them held inside for so long struggled to get passed each other as they ran down my face in a race to be first to the floor of the van !

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way....Big Deep Breath Now though as Daddy is going to Fuck You ever so Hard Now am Afraid !”

True to her word he suddenly took hold of the belt pounding my rear hard as I attempted to scream Mistress Mummy held me in a chocking Hold this muffled any sound I could make As he grunted out a climax Deep inside me !

But he was not the only one that had climaxed my seed was now in the tube over my clitte, as Mistress Mummy pulled it into a syringe...

“Look at this Master Daddy our Dirty wee Punishment Toy did a huge creammie for us ! Mistress Mummy was putting it to the dummy as I felt hot seed coming out of the wee spikes on the dummy teat !

“Clever girlie Crybaby suckle That Down !” I was undone from my position then had a maxi pad taped over my hole !! Then my nappy put back on followed by my pvc pants.They sat me in a chair cuffing my legs under me then my arms behind the seat. Mistress Mummy sat next to me, then Master Daddy drove Off heading home as we drove Mistress Mummy spoke to me “Crybaby Sweetheart can you feel Master Daddy’s gift oozing out Your Baby Fuck hole ?” She giggled as I nodded....”Don’t you fret though Pet as soon as we are home It’s Going To Be Mistress Mummy’s turn To abuse Her Toys fuck hole...Crybaby Your Going To Cry Real Tears then not these silly crocodile Tears here Pet !”......

Mistress Mummy lifted a small rubber hammer tapping the front of my Nappy she hit me with it over & over ....”Now Crybaby I want you to wet your Nappy before we get home...If You don’t I will Beat your down here until you Vomit, Ok Sweetheart?(I nodded) Clever girlie Crybaby Ok Off we go !” She hit me hard with the hammer...I could see Master Daddy smiling at her in the rear view mirror ! What had I gotten myself into.......

[bnhabadass]

A League of Villains Christmas Special

A/N: So this scenario is somewhat inspired by of the Thanksgiving head canons that @monst did earlier this year. It’s not the same scenario in the slightest, I just had this idea after reading what they wrote last month.

It’s the first Christmas since your parents’ deaths and since you joined the League of Villains. You’re happy to be spending that time with your new family, but what happens when they all have their own plans and you are left alone?

Pairing: League of Villains Warnings: Kinda angsty but not really ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You’re a villain, so why would you have any family to go home to this season? Your name is (Y/n) (L/n), age nineteen. Your parents died not even a year ago in a plane crash. Without having them with you, you were lost in life. You had many jobs that you couldn’t manage to keep up, jobs like nannying upper middle-class children, housekeeping, cashiering at a skeezy convenience store. None of the jobs ever stuck, and by the time the third month had rolled around since your parents’ death, you were kicked out of your apartment.

You were out on the streets with nothing more than what you could carry in your backpack. You were a mess, stealing any food you could get your hands on. You lived on the streets for two weeks before you met a man with a patchwork face who promised to give you shelter and a new family. You’ve been with the League of Villains ever since, finding comfort with their ideologies and beliefs. It took you a long time, but you had eventually found a new family within the League, and as the months went by, you began to grow excited at the idea of spending your first Christmas with them.

You were shocked, however, when your new family said they would have their own plans on Christmas Eve. What kind of plans would a bunch of villains have?

“I have cousins out on the country,” Spinner said. “And I don’t wanna visit them, but it’s what’s expected of me.”

“I have a group of friends who all meet up around this time of year,” Mr. Compress told you. “I wasn’t able to meet up with them last year, you see.”

You were disappointed, yes. But you still hoped the others would be free. The next people you asked were Twice and Toga, but they already had some long winded scheme planned for that day, and according to Toga, “three’s a crowd.” It’s not like you mind, seeing that their plans would cause more commotion in your already hectic life.

The league took you in as a sort of domestic figure. Yes you can fight and yes you go on missions with the group, but when Dabi brought you to Shigaraki after finding you out on the street, he sold you to the group with promises of you doing the laundry and cooking for everyone. And you don’t mind at all. You can cook basic foods and everyone seems to be grateful that they are getting a hot meal, especially in these winter months.

You didn’t mind doing the laundry either. Sure it got tedious, and who knew that with such a lack of clothing belonging to the bunch of you the laundry would pile up. You did the laundry at least once a week and it was a pain to be constantly washing the blood and stains from other bodily fluids out of Toga’s uniform, Spinner’s cosplay, and everyone’s underwear. Saying that it gets tedious...well that’s an understatement.

“So what are your plans for tomorrow?” you asked Dabi. You were in the shitty laundry room with the somewhat broken machines. Grease stains and mold coated the walls. You were rinsing the left over soap scum off of Shigaraki’s shirt in the sink. A week had gone by since you asked Twice and Toga, and most of your friends had already left. It was December twenty-third.

You didn’t expect Dabi to have any plans. Dabi, your best friend, isn’t the kind of person to do big get-togethers. He’s more of a lone wolf. “Drinking buddies,” he said. Nothing more than that.

You nodded as you rung out the shirt and threw it into the basket with other wet clothing to hang up on the line. You couldn’t help but feel downtrodden, as any attempts you had of having a merry Christmas were ultimately destroyed.

“I’m heading out tomorrow and probably won’t be back until the new year.”

You looked up at Dabi as he lit a cigarette, but didn’t say anything. You felt truly and utterly alone. Your eyes drew back to your sock covered feet and you picked up the basket. “You shouldn’t smoke inside,” you said before leaving, refusing to even look at him.

It’s not that you were mad at Dabi. How would he know that you didn’t have any plans? You didn’t bother telling him or anything, but you still felt hurt and you didn’t know why. You made your way to the clothes line that ran between two walls in one of the back rooms. You pulled the cord to the light fixture and began hanging up the clothing. As you rung out each article further before smoothing it out and hanging it up, you couldn’t help but reminisce about a time before your parents deaths, drinking coco indoors during the first snow of the season, falling asleep in your mother’s arms when you were very young because you weren’t able to stay awake until midnight and the new year, helping your father cook Christmas dinner, accidentally spilling bottles of spices over onto the floor.

“Ow!,” you cried in pain as she had stepped on one of Toga’s knives she had left on the ground. You looked down at your foot. The knife had only nicked the bottom a little, but it was still bleeding. “Shit.” You waddled out of the room and over to the bar where you knew Kurogiri kept the first aid kit. You took a sharp breath in as you rubbed the antiseptic wipe over your foot. Blood and mats of dirt came off your foot with it.

“What the hell are you still doing here?” Shigaraki’s voice came from the back of the bar where he was playing a video game.

You didn’t notice him when you came into the room, so you jumped a little at hearing his voice. “What do you mean?” you asked, continuing to clean off your foot, pressing your sleeve to the wound in order to subside the stinging.

“You know what I mean.” Shigaraki paused his game, looking up at you through the spaces in Father’s hand. “Why aren’t you out there stealing shit with Twice and Toga or out drinking with Dabi. The two of you are practically inseparable anyways.”

You ignored the slight tinge of jealousy in Shigaraki’s voice. “He doesn’t leave until tomorrow,” you said. “Besides he didn’t invite me.” You rolled the bandage tightly over your foot before securing it with a safety pin.

Shigaraki let out a loud laugh. “Since when does that stop you? What, you don’t have annoying cousins like Spinner or old friends to celebrate with?”

You didn’t know what to say to that. No one had pressed you about your family since you joined the league. After all, family was a tender subject for everyone. “Shigaraki, I have no one,” you said as tears began streaming down your face. “My parents haven’t even been dead a year. I lost connection to all of my friends when I was out on the streets. Hell, I’m pretty sure they all think I’m dead!” You let out what was a mix of a sob and a chuckle. You felt so gross, sobbing like this in front of your boss, but this was the first time since the accident that you had truly allowed yourself to cry. “I don’t have a family to go back to, Shigaraki. The league is my family.”

Shigaraki was at a loss for words. He stood up and grabbed you a tissue from the box at the other end of the bar. He patted your back as you blew your nose, careful to keep at least one of his fingers away from you. He’s not the best at showing emotion, everyone knows this, so all he could think to do after that was leave you alone. You cried yourself to sleep that night.

The next day was Christmas eve. You were too tired to cook that night, but you knew that busying yourself with something would distract you. You pulled out a pot and began filling it with water. By the time you had already put the rice in you realized you had made too much. You were so used to cooking for the eight of you that you had accidentally poured in enough for eight servings. “Shit,” you said. “What a waste.”

That’s when you heard a knocking on one of the kitchen walls. Kurogiri stood there, dressed as dapper as usual aside from a more festive looking tie for this season. “(Y/n),” he said. “Why don’t you join me and Tomura Shigaraki for dinner tonight.”

You looked down at your feet. Shigaraki clearly said something to him, and while you were almost grateful that you were able to get everything off of your chest, you couldn’t help but feel like a burden onto them. Especially if Christmas dinner between the two of them was a tradition.

“I’m making rice,” you said, turning back around to stare into the pot. “But I, um, I made too much.”

Kurogiri nodded. “Why don’t you finish making it and bring it out to the table.” He left before you could say anything.

Why do I feel so nauseous? You continued staring into the pot as the grains of rice swarmed around. You continually shifted on your feet, keeping pressure off of your injury. By the time the rice was finished you had set out a large bowl to scoop it into. You didn’t bother with soy sauce or any seasoning for it. Your pantry had been running low anyways.

When you made it out to the table, you nearly dropped the bowl. Spinner and Compress were sitting on either side of Shigaraki. “What the hell are you two doing here?” you asked. “Spinner, shouldn’t you be visiting your family or something?”

“Tch, I can’t stand being in the same room as those people for five minutes,” he said. “I left after putting up with their bullshit for one night. There’s no way I’m going back.”

You turned to face Mr. Compress. “There will always be another time to visit old friends,” he said, smiling as he took off his mask. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to miss out on your cooking, afterall.”

You blushed as you looked down at the plain bowl of rice in your hands. But your eyes soon averted to the door as you heard a loud banging noise coming from outside.

Kurogiri stood up to answer it. The next thing you know, Toga and Twice are barging in, both wearing santa hats and panting as if they had just run a marathon.

“We almost got killed,” Twice said. “It was awesome!”

“I thought you two had a plan to rob a bank or go break into the zoo or something,” you said, setting down the bowl. Truth be told, you didn’t pay attention to the plans they were telling you about earlier.

“Yeah, but we just decided to steal this.” Toga held up a bottle of wine with a severed hand attached to the neck of the bottle. “And we got a gift for Tomura!”

“Piss off!” Shigaraki grabbed the severed hand and disintegrated it before grabbing the bottle and poured himself a glass.

“You idiot,” you heard the all too familiar voice of Dabi say from the doorway. “Why didn’t you tell me you would be alone today?” He made his way towards you and ruffled his big hand on the top of your head, tangling it in with your hair. “I’d have let you come drink with me if I had known.”

You smiled up at him before wrapping him in a big hug. The staples on his chest pressed into your cheek. “Thank you,” you said. “I’m just happy you’re here now.”

The lot of you sat around the table, ready to dig in to the small feast in front of you. You had sat between Spinner and Shigaraki and began serving yourself.

“I know you asked them all to come back for me,” you told Shigaraki once conversation had begun amongst the rest of the league.

“Yeah?” he said. He took Father off of his face and looked down at the palm before looking up to meet your eyes. “Well no one should be alone on Christmas.”

You smiled at him. “Thanks, Tomura.” You looked around the table at your friends. Twice and Toga were annoying Dabi with shouting Christmas music at him, Kurogiri and Mr. Compress were discussing some sort of incident between two villains who had their hands on quirk enhancing drugs, and Spinner was trying to pry a knife out of Toga’s hands as she waved it violently in his face. She and Twice had moved on to annoying both him and Dabi.

Still, you couldn’t help but smile as you enjoyed Christmas dinner with your family.

[kinkykinard]

Doctoring December - Day 25

For @thefanficfaerie​.

Fandom: MCU. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader. Prompt: Requester’s Choice - Sprain. Word Count: 1946. Rating: 13+. Warning(s): none.

“Damn it.”

You collapse back to the ground after a third unsuccessful attempt at standing and kick the root you’d tripped over a short while before with your uninjured foot, cursing its existence.  Running a hand over your face, you flop backwards into the snow, shifting uncomfortably as wetness starts to seep in through your clothes.

Reaching into your jacket pocket, you fish around for your phone, praying you can get cell reception where you are.  A quick glance at the screen reveals no bars and you curse again, stashing the phone once more.  You kick out in frustration, this time cursing your no-good dog, the one who had ditched you the second his leash was free of your hand.

In all the irritation, you fail to notice the sound of footsteps crunching through the snow nearby.  You don’t realize you’re not alone anymore until you hear a familiar bark and snuffle.  You turn your head just in time to watch your border collie bound over to you, his breath condensing into clouds around his face, half-obscuring him from view.

“Hey, Bandit, you naughty boy,” you say softly, reaching up to give his neck a scritch as he leans in to lick at your face.  “Okay, okay, I’m glad to see you, too.”

“Are you alright?”  A man’s voice calls from a short distance away, startling you.

You turn your head, grabbing onto Bandit’s collar so he can’t escape again.

“Excuse me?”  You ask tentatively.

A tall, handsome man dressed much more appropriately for a wintery hike in the woods than you are appears at your side, taking a knee and meeting your eyes.

“Are you hurt?”  He asks.  “Your dog was pretty frantic when he found me, led me right back here.”

You roll your eyes, giving Bandit a good rub behind the ears, earning yourself another kiss.  The stranger holds out a hand, Bandit’s leash dangling from it.

“I took it off so he didn’t get himself caught on anything,” he explains.  “Anyway, do you need a hand?”

Your brain slowly starts to catch up to what’s going on and your expression relaxes.  You nod gratefully.

“Yeah, yes, please,” you say quickly.  “Thank you.”

He holds out a hand and you take it, holding on tightly and pulling yourself into a sitting position.  His hand comes to rest on your back, steadying you as you settle, letting go once you’re comfortable.  You take quick stock of yourself, searing for any other signs of injury, feeling glad when you find none.

“So what happened?”  The stranger asks.

“I was taking Bandit out for a walk when he saw a squirrel,” you explain.  “He started pulling so we ran into the woods.  It was all going swimmingly until we came across that root there and, well, the rest is history.”

The man’s gaze flicks to where you’re pointing, and then slowly travels up your body from your feet, wordlessly taking in your general condition.  He makes a wordless noise of consideration.

“Are you able to stand up?”

You shrug.

“My ankle hurts pretty badly, but I guess I won’t know until I try,” you reply.

The man nods, holding out a hand to you.  You reach up to take it, allowing him to pull you to your feet.  He’s strong and easily able to assist you, and you take a moment to appreciate his physique beneath the winter clothes before snapping out of it.  You flash him a friendly smile.

“Thank you,” you murmur.  “And I just realized that I haven’t even introduced myself yet.  I’m Y/N.”

He smiles back, keeping a hand under one of your elbows to steady you as you flamingo a bit, balancing on one foot, not quite ready to test the other one yet.

“Steve,” he replies.  “It’s nice to meet you.”

You laugh a bit, nearly toppling over.  Luckily, Steve has great reflexes and wraps an arm around you, pulling you up against his chest before you can get too far.  You grimace a little at your awkwardness and look up to meet his gaze.

“I wish it was under better circumstances, but yes, you too.”

You shift away a little, hopping awkwardly, and grit your teeth.  You slowly lower your injured foot, crying out in agony the moment you set it down and put any weight on it.  A white-hot pain shoots up through your ankle and you buckle, nearly falling over again.  Thankfully, Steve catches you easily, gracefully sweeping you off of your feet and into his arms.  Bandit runs around the two of you, barking his concern.  Tears form in your eyes as you fight to steady your breathing amidst radiating waves of pain coming off of your injured foot.

“Looks like you’ve done a fair bit of damage there,” Steve comments.  “I’m a paramedic, and if it’s alright by you, I’d like to take you back to my place and take a look at that for you.  I live just through the trees there.”

You feel your face heat in embarrassment at your predicament and you shake your head.

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” you decline.  “I’ll be alright.  My car’s just back in the direction of the dog park.  If you can help me back there, I’ll be just fine.”

Steve frowns.

“I don’t think you should be driving on that foot,” he insists.  “Really, it’s no problem.  I can wrap it for you, you can warm up for a bit, and then if you’re feeling alright I’ll happily drop you back off at the dog park to pick up your vehicle.”

You think on it for a moment, weighing your options, and finally agree when you realize that none of your ideas are any better than his.

“That would be great, thank you,” you concede.  “I really appreciate it.”

Steve smiles and nods, adjusting his grip on you a bit to make sure you’re secure before heading off in the direction he’d come from.  Bandit trots behind the two of you, content to behave now that you’re being looked after.  The walk is a little bumpy, but also fairly short and within a few minutes, a row of fences comes into view.  Steve carries you toward a gate in one of them, setting you down on your good foot for a moment so he can open it before picking you back up to carry you through it.  Bandit follows and the gate swings closed in your wake.

Inside the house, Steve sets you down on a couch in the living room and you hover awkwardly, not wanting to get melting snow all over his floor.  

“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back,” Steve says warmly.

You nod, setting your feet down, wincing as pain blossoms in your ankle again.  You sit back a bit, shifting until you find a comfortable enough position to settle in.  You’re not left to your own devices for long before Steve returns with a medical kit and a few towels.  He sets them down on the table and pushes it out a little further, sitting down on it opposite you.  He shakes a couple of the towels out, throwing them down at your feet to mop up the muddy mess your boots are creating.

“I’m going to take your boots off, okay?”  He says.

You give him permission and he gets right to work, starting with the boot on your uninjured foot.  He makes quick work of the laces and sets the boot aside once he’s done, moving in for the other one.

“This is probably going to hurt,” he warns.  “If you need me to stop, just say so.”

You nod, already gritting your teeth against the coming onslaught of agony.  You take a slow, deep breath as Steve carefully lifts your foot into his lap, shutting your eyes tightly as he starts to untie your laces.  

The first flare of pain as he starts to wiggle your boot off is intense, but it subsides fairly quickly to a dull throb and the rest of the procedure isn’t nearly as bad.  It takes a minute or two but eventually you’re free of both your boot and sock, and Steve’s warm, competent hands are cupping your ankle, supporting it a little.

“How’s that?”  He asks, glancing up at you.

“Fine,” you say lightly.  “A little painful, but I can take it.”

Steve makes a noise of acknowledgement.

“This isn’t a contest of your bravery,” he remarks.  “I’m going to examine your ankle now and it’s probably going to hurt a bit more, but I don’t want you to be tough, I want you to be honest.  If something hurts, let me know.  It could be important.”

“Okay,” You agree.  “Go ahead.”

He looks down again, carefully tilting your foot one way and the other, testing your range of motion.  You hiss occasionally as the pain becomes more intense with the manipulation, but overall he’s very gentle and you can hardly complain.  Soon enough, he’s finished with his assessment and he goes back to cautiously steadying your ankle between his hands.

“Looks like it’s most likely just a bad sprain,” he explains.  “I can’t say for sure without an x-ray so I recommend you get one, but I think you might’ve gotten lucky.  If you can hold on another minute, I’ll wrap it for you and that should make it feel a whole lot better.”

“Thank you,” you say softly.  “Really, this is too kind of you.”

“Don’t mention it, I’m happy to help.”

You smile, watching as he reaches into his kit and pulls out an elastic bandage.  You take a few slow, deep breaths to ease the pain as he begins to wrap it around your foot and ankle, relaxing as the compression around the injury eventually starts to feel good.  By the time he’s done, it feels well-supported and stable and you find yourself feeling glad that he’d been the one to find out, knowing you could never have wrapped it so effectively yourself.

“Done,” Steve says a moment later.  “If you lift your leg for just a moment, I’ll grab a pillow so you can prop it up for a bit.”

You do as he says, watching as he stands and reaches for one of the cushions on the couch.  He settles it under your foot and you rest it on the coffee table, wiggling your toes a little and wincing in discomfort at the pain it brings.

“I really should be getting back to my car,” you say.  “If the offer still stands, that is.”

Steve chuckles as he repacks his kit, zipping it up and taking a seat on the couch next to you.

“It does,” he assures you.  “But if you don’t have anywhere to be right away, I’d love to have you for a little while longer.  At least until your clothes dry and you warm up a bit.”

Only as he mentions your clothes do you realize how soggy you are and feel yourself start to shiver a bit.  Steve gestures for you to unzip your coat and he takes it as you shrug out of it, hanging it over the arm of a chair nearer the fireplace across the room.

“I really don’t want to impose,” you insist, though your protest sounds weak, even to you.

“It’s no trouble, honestly,” he says kindly.  “I’ll feel better knowing you’re warm and dry before I let you go.  

“Well, you’ll have to let me make it up to you, then,” you say firmly.  “Dinner once I’m back up and about?”

Steve’s expression softens and he smiles warmly, nodding.

“It’s a date.”

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Doctoring December Masterlist

[sylvianancy88]

47 Best Gifts for Boaters They’ll Actually Love

If you have sailors among your family or friends, you will know how crazy these people are about their hobbies. For these boaters, what would be a better gift than sailing-related gifts?

But now you may be wondering which sailor type gift you should choose? If you do not have much experience with sailing itself, this task may be difficult.

But do not worry my friend, here I have is an article for you filled with a brilliant list of best gift ideas for boaters that related to sailing, and your boater enthusiast friend would be thrilled to have.

I hereby present to you this inspirational list of ideas featuring the best gifts for boaters. It doesn’t matter if your friend is a wannabe sailor or an experienced one, maybe they have just started sailing, this article has gift ideas for all of them.

Trust me when I say, all the products listed underneath will make your boater friend very happy and they would appreciate you even more. Let’s see if we can get you the perfect boating gift for your sailor friend.

What Would be a Better Gift for this Particular Boater?

While looking for a gift, this is something you need to ask yourself first. There are many kinds of boaters out there. You need to figure out what kind of a boater your friend is at first. What kind of a sailor are they?

Do they sail only on warmer climates? Then maybe don’t give them cold-weather wear such as woolen socks or thermal jacket.

Are they into sailing but don’t like to be an active crew member? Maybe they just don’t feel comfortable in the role of a crew, and they just want to relax. Then get them something fun and relaxing, like a board game or a book, instead of let’s say a sailing knife.

In any case, simply trust your instincts, because at the end of the day, you are the one who knows this better. And they would definitely appreciate your gift.

Best Gift Ideas for Boaters with Different Categories

Clothing Gifts for Boaters

1. Sailing Gloves

For boaters who like to be active crew members and do any kind of deck works, sailing gloves are a perfect gift. When steering the steering wheel, lifting the sails or maintaining the deck, even in bad weather conditions, the correct sailing gloves can keep your hands warm.

2. Sailing Shoes

When the weather starts to affect the crew, the sailors like to show an elegant and stylish appearance, just like on the old marine postcards. Traditional leather sailing boots are one of the best fashions and are also very practical.

3. Warm Socks

When paired with rubber boots, always wear thick warm socks. Preferably, two or three pairs at a time. As I said before, in difficult and stormy sailing, warm feet can maintain a noble morality. If you want to buy a pair as a gift for sailors, please pay attention to the materials.

Sometimes, socks may look warm, but if they are mainly made of synthetic materials such as polyester, it will only cause the feet to sweat. Therefore, look for materials that are naturally warm, such as merino wool. It guarantees warm comfort.

4. Sailing Jacket

For sailors, another basic wardrobe element is a high-quality sailing jacket. Usually, this is the first large investment in this hobby. In general, we can distinguish sailing jackets by waterproofing:

One that keeps the sailor’s body dry in light rain, and occasionally splashes time at sea is shorter; and another one that Keeps your body dry in harsh weather conditions, such as continuous rain and regular splashing for everyday occasional sailing, a lightweight waterproof jacket will be a perfect choice.

5. Rubber Sailing Boots

High-strength rubber boots are life-saving during heavy rain and cold weather of the sea. They help keep the sailor’s feet dry while on duty on deck. Every boater knows that there is nothing worse than wet and cold socks.

When buying rubber boots as a sailing gift, please pay attention to the sole, it should have good adhesion to ensure balance when walking on the wet deck.

6. Thermal Underwear

You should not underestimate the significance of thermal underwear as a practical gift for your boater friend. People sailing in non-tropical climates will definitely enjoy this significantly.

Also, look for durable materials with proven efficiency. Merino wool is great for keeping your body warm. Comfortable and practical underwear is essential equipment for every sailor.

Packaging Gifts for Boaters

7. Compression Packing Cubes

Packing luggage for navigation is a difficult task that requires a high degree of organization. You can help your sailor friend do this by helping with his compressed packaging cube.

After filling such a cube with clothes, zip it once to close it. Then remove it with a zipper a second time to remove all unnecessary air and make the package as thin as possible.

This simple technique helps to pack all the required clothing layers in bags of any size.

8. Laundry Wash Bag

After a few days of sailing, there is nothing better than being smelly. On long journeys, sailors have limited opportunities to wash clothes.

Especially when they are sailing in areas where less popular terminal infrastructures are not yet available. In this case, a wash bag is a perfect solution.

These are pocket-sized portable laundry bag, and they are a life-saving item for washing clothes on the go. Just put the dirty clothes in, add some water and washing powder, then close and scrub.

Perfect help for the inoperable washing machine.

9. Waterproof Backpack

The right backpack is one of the most important parts of a sailor’s equipment. Due to the lack of space on yachts, they should be flexible enough to be stored in a small cabin. When choosing a backpack as a boating gift, please pay attention to the particularity of the boat.

The backpack should be waterproof, without a fixed shelf, and equipped with a practical pocket to easily organize internal items. The washing machine cannot be used to wash this though.

10. Dry Bag

Instead of professional sailing backpacks, large dry bags may be a cheaper option. But it is more suitable for short voyages. Although, small dry bags are ideal for storing smaller items such as electronics and documents.

Compared with standard backpacks, smartphones, cameras, passports, and wallets have much better moisture resistance in dry bags. This is very useful equipment for short trips on small sailboats (especially without cabins).

11. Waterproof Watch

Another good item to wear on-board is a waterproof watch. Many people cannot imagine a day without a watch, so why must a day on a yacht be different? If the watch is waterproof, sailors can soak it without looking after it.

Therefore, this small object will become a companion for sailing, helping you to count the time until the end of duty.

12. Sunglass

We can assume that sunglasses are another must-have equipment on board. It protects the eyes from the harsh sunlight reflected by the sea water. However, when water drops splash from the board, it also helps the sailor to open his eyes.

When you buy sunglasses for sailors, one of the most important tips for you is to choose a floatable model. In case of a fall, there is at least an opportunity to drag them up.

Entertaining Gifts for Boaters

13. Board Games

Board games are always a fan favorite. Who doesn’t like to play a cool board game to pass the time? And especially while sailing on a boat, there might be some quiet days where one would just love to play a board game. You never know.

14. Sailor’s Journal

On the other hand, some people like to spend time alone. It is a very intimate moment to think about the surrounding environment on a boat in the water. In this case, many people like to write down their ideas.

So, what are you waiting for? Get an ocean-inspired diary for your boater friend.

15. Ukulele/Guitar

Surprisingly, a lot of sailors can play musical instruments. But when you imagine the tranquil ocean around you and the warm sunlight above your head, this is completely understandable. The song falls on your mouth without asking. A ukulele or a guitar is a perfect sailing gift for a music cruiser.

Gadgets as Gift for Boaters

16. Waterproof Bluetooth Speaker

However, if you don’t believe in buying a real instrument, then waterproof Bluetooth speakers will also play an excellent role in cruise entertainment. The music in the happy hour on the sailing boat may play an important role.

Be sure to purchase a waterproof speaker to keep it safe from occasional splashes of water. If it can hang it safely on the deck, it can add points.

17. Mini Movie Projector

For the movie fanatics, a miniature movie projector will be an interesting gift for sailing. Sometimes sailors spend hours or even days on the pier. Watching their favorite movies is a good way to wait for the right time to leave the port.

18. Mobile Hot Spot

In many parts of the world, the marine terminals are still not equipped with Wi-Fi. For this situation, it is a good idea to have your own SIM card and wireless hotspot. Elevated hotspots allow access to 4G/LTE networks, high-speed data, and battery operation.

19. Action Cam

For people who like to keep vivid memories on the road, professional action cams are a good idea in other sailing gifts. Action cams can be easily installed in different positions on the ship to capture any kind of extreme scenes. When sitting on the sofa and watching the record safely, you will think of exciting spikes of adrenaline.

20. Drone

If you want to bring more fun to the sailor, please give them a drone. Flying with this toy can take the sailing experience to the next level. Capturing good times is a good way to capture sailing from the sky.

21. Solar Charger

Stable electricity is a major problem on small boats. This is why solar chargers are the perfect gift for boats that like to travel shorter distances without an engine generator. When purchasing this device, please pay attention to its portability, efficiency, and water resistance.

22. Power Bank

Similar to the charger, the mobile power supply can provide useful help when there is no electricity in long transportation time. It helps to charge the battery of the mobile phone so that the sailor can maintain stable contact with family and friends.

Education Related Gift for Boaters

23. Kindle and Audible Books

Under the conditions of the sea, it is great entertainment to spend a quiet moment on the boat, reading or listening to books. Kindle e-readers or audible books are ideal gifts for shipping because they help to spend time on board in a more meaningful way.

24. Online Courses on Sailing

If the person you are looking for a gift intends to grow into a sailor, then education may be a perfect nautical gift idea. On the Internet, you will find some interesting online sailing courses, which may be helpful for learning new skills. You will find courses on navigation, electronic systems on board, etc. here.

 Boat Accessories as Gifts for Boaters

 25. Hammock

After a difficult voyage, finding a calm bay in the rough water is a wonderful moment for the sailors. With the help of ultra-light and compact hammocks, the coolness among the trees near Paradise Beach created the moment we depend on for survival.

If you decide to buy a travel hammock, please note its size to make it small enough to fit the sailing package.

26. Charts

The chart is a friend of any senior sailor. If you want to give someone a plan to travel to distant waters, a chart is an ideal marine gift. They help sailors keep a safe track and swim peacefully from one port to another.

27. Thermos Bottle

Nothing tastes better than the sweetness of the black tea brought to the helmsman by another crew member. Ideally, if this tea can keep warm for a long time.

At this moment, a high-quality thermos will help. Just pay attention to the time to keep the high temperature of such bottles, the time to drink easily, and the quality of the materials.

28. Satellite Communicator

Safety is the most important thing at sea. Stable communication is one of its main conditions. One of the best gifts for ship delivery may be a tested satellite communicator.

These clever devices allow the crew to send and receive text messages through the satellite system. In this way, they can keep in touch with family and friends.

With the correct subscription, it can also access weather forecasts and navigation maps.

29. Travel Coffee Bottle

For coffee lovers, there is no better sailor gift than a travel coffee machine. With this clever thing, sailors can enjoy the taste of fresh coffee almost anywhere. Even in the ocean.

30. Waterproof Binoculars

The waterproof marine binoculars are the perfect sailor gift for two reasons. First, they help the crew to really pay attention to the dangers at sea. Using binoculars makes it easier to analyze rocks, shoals, small navigation route signs or other ships above sea level.

31. Headlamp

Bright headlights make the unexpected work on the deck at night much easier. This simple device is also useful for playing peaceful nights with friends in the wild bay, playing guitar, and having fun.

32. Waterproof Phone Case

This is a great gift idea for rowers who only sail occasionally and are not very advanced in this sport. The waterproof phone case is a perfect sailing gift, ensuring that all smartphones are safe on board. With it, the splash of water will not be scary, and even on rainy days, sailors can use mobile phones.

33. Sailor’s Knife

A solid knife is a practical tool on board. It is mainly used to cut the rope when needed, but it also does a good job when opening food cans. Knives with nails are particularly useful. This thick needle unwinds the tangled rope well.

Boating Gifts for Your Male Friends

34. Sailor’s Tie

This is a gift for sailors, for those who like to have a connection with sailing ships even on official occasions. The exquisite sailing pattern silk tie will definitely be appreciated by elegant sailors. I also recommend choosing silk instead of synthetic materials to make a high-quality wardrobe.

35. Nautical Cufflinks

These are gifts that will subtly remind you of your passion for sailing. The classic cufflinks with marine motifs are original marine gifts for fathers or boyfriends. 36.

36. Sailing Bracelet

If your sailor friend prefers casual accessories, the sailing bracelet is the perfect example of a boating gift for him. This simple decoration will assign him to the elite club of dedicated amateurs.

Boating Gifts for Your Female Friends

37. Boating themed Jewellery

Many women like beautiful jewelry. Any sailor woman likes more jewelry with a sailing theme! You can find various masterpieces of sailing jewelry by local artists online. These trinkets are a gift for her beautiful sailing boat.

38. Sailing Scarf

The scarf is a useful wardrobe, and the sailing scarf is a great item to remind the sailor of her enthusiasm. Silk, cotton or viscose scarves are good nautical gifts.

39. Waterproof Toiletries Bag

A waterproof makeup bag may be the perfect gift for your sailing girlfriend. Here is a tip: choose a waterproof version.

Personalized Gifts for Boaters

40. Customized Engraved Compass

Personalized nautical compass is a personalized nautical gift, but also a very symbolic gift. Not only is it a good decoration, but the engraved text will remind the sailor of home and the people waiting for him to return. This is a sailor’s gift that melts the heart.

41. Personalized Captain’s Hat

Here, we have one of the sailors’ most interesting gifts. The personalized captain’s hat is a good ship gift for your father or any other strong leader among your sailing friends. Of course, this helps to maintain the correct level and discipline on the ship.

Cool and Funny Boating Gifts

42. Ocean’s Bracelet

This bracelet may not be spectacular, but it is definitely important. 4Ocean is a company that rids the ocean from plastic pollution. The rubbish they dragged from the water was treated as a bracelet.

The sales revenue of these bracelets is used to pay for the company’s operating costs. You can learn more about them here. It’ll be a perfect gift for someone who cares about the ocean.

43. Sailing Themed T-Shirt

T-shirts with funny quotes are also great gifts for rowers. Sailors usually like to show their commitment to this hobby, so a T-shirt with funny sailing texts would be perfect.

44. Sailor’s Cup

Just like T-shirts, funny cups are popular gifts for everyone. You can find a lot of funny cups in online shops.

45. Wooden Toy Boat

If you are looking for a gift for a rower, then a wooden toy boat may be a surprising idea. But I’m sure it will melt the heart of any sailing enthusiast, and will proudly stand above the fireplace or on the desk.

46. Boat Adventure Saving Jar

Another cool personal gift for sailors is a jar that saves sailing adventures. You can browse Etsy by yourself or find a beautiful ready-made jar in it. This gift will definitely inspire the sailor to save some money for the next adventure. Who knows, even a boat?

47. Sailing Trip

What better gift for a sailor than the adventure itself? Get them a sailing trip and make them the happiest person on earth, they literally will be.

It might be a daunting task, picking a gift for someone you care about, but don’t share interests with. Articles like this feel like a lifesaver on those times, or at least I’d like to think that they do.

Pick a gift that seems to suit your boater friend’s style and make both yourself and your friend happy.

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[tinyshe]

Garden Report 20.04.25

I’m going to skip the plant talk today and focus on something many gardeners tend to overlook: gardener care. Young and old and all those in betweeners need care. We tend to forget, dismiss or even disdain self care. Pause. If there is no self care then there is no garden care. You and your family and friends are then impacted as well. Everything is interconnected, the garden, the gardener, the world. Little piece to big pieces. Parts to whole.

The first thing is the hands. Gardening is hard work with overtime on the hands. Think of gardening as a contact sport and get appropriate equipment if you can. Gloves are a tremendous help and protection. I am all for always buying quality when you can. The little cotton gloves you buy will not last you a season. Doe skin is good in the wear and tear but will not give a good grip nor wet protection. I am fortunate enough to have available a glove, Atlas (tm) in their winter grey [ergonomically correct design, latex coated palm, palm and finger coating over a durable knit double napped liner, latex is textured for superior grip and the extra liner is ideal for cold weather environment conditions, it also gives added cushioning]. Because of where I live (I think the average mean temperature is 60F/ 15c) these are pretty much four season gloves for me. If you live in hotter/extremes climes, these would be great for Winter/early Spring (cold/ wet). If you can afford it, get two pairs: one dry if one pair is wet or messy/ lost gloves, have spare! If you are in a place with seasons, do what you can with what is offered but think quality because it will save you money in the end because they will last longer and less in replacement cost. If you forgo gloves, make sure you take extra steps to good hand care and hygiene. Scrap, cuts and punctures can be serious business so be aware and take extra good care. Be attentive to your nails, cuticles and nail bed. I really want to stress gloves though because they are a safety article. Yes, they are clumsy sometimes; with practice it gets better. Take them off it you are pricking out seedlings but please wear gloves for everything else; your hands will thank you. 

Arms, shoulders, neck and back, work in slowly. Build muscle. You think you have muscle? The garden will show you otherwise unless you are really over all fit. Learn to bend and lift properly no matter your age, ability or fitness level. Wear wrist braces if necessary (remember to fit your gloves with braces on or if wearing over gloves get a second set of braces because they are going to get dirty nasty). If you normally have back issues, wear your compression belt/lower back support. Learn to squat more. Work into it slowly and get stronger as you go. Older gardeners (even younger will benefit), a gentle stretch as you tour the garden to loosen up muscles -- don’t just jump right into heavy work. Look, enjoy, plan, observe. If you find you are doing a lot of repetitive motion, give it a break and come back after a bit. No repetitive stress injuries, please.

Feet are another concern. You are on them all day; don’t take them for granite. Keep your feet warm and dry. Compression socks are a benefit to those with feet/ circulation issues. If the footwear is ill fitting, non-supportive and hurt your feet just walking around the house, imagine hard labour in them all day and just say no. I have the habit of wearing old running shoes past their prime which is ok up to a point … and here I have to listen to my feet or pay later. I do have a leather pair of hiking boots for when we are doing construction or heavy work where I need good ankle support, tread to ground contact and toe protection. Rubber boots for winter with wool inserts. Use what you can but know the limits. Learn to listen to your body. ! and I never ever recommend flip flops. I’m sorry, I have seen more accidents with people wearing those. The only good thing is that you can see the mangled foot/toes right off and see the blood quickly to make first aid assessments. Just Don’t Go There. 

Sun protection is necessary. Sun burn and sun stroke are not your friend. Stay hydrated. Stay energized by taking breaks to eat healthy food (stay away from the sugar!). Sit down and rest while you eat. Relax. When you return, gentle stretching will put you in tune with how your body is reacting. Protective clothing is preferred over topical cremes. They offer shade. Long sleeve shirts, once you start to sweat actually start a cooling session as it evaporates under the clothes. I like loose fitting clothes for this reason and also if things fall in (debris) it is easy to shake it out without undressing. Less restriction means more free movement. But you don’t want voluminous covering that can get tangled, stepped on or caught on other objects. Ever see a woman squat down, step on her dress hem then try to stand? No need to be jerked to the ground by your clothing >:) In winter, a hat is still necessary. Winter sun can burn too depending on your skin, conditions, altitude. I like wool in the winter because it breathes, warm even when wet: jumper, socks and hat. If extra cold and I’m extra stubborn, silk long johns are friendly set that also breathes, light weight, non binding and warm.

If you are dizzy, don’t work through it. Sit and figure it out. Is it dehydration, blood sugar, blood pressure/ circulation, allergy, stress, or underlying medical condition (lymes, inner ear, parkinsons, cancer, anemia, thyroid, etc). Sometimes people are bending over a lot and don’t realize that their head is hung low and can get dizzy from that. If you have an underlying condition, just sit back and enjoy what you have accomplished. Taking care of the yourself, the gardener, is just if not more so, important.  I like to sit, squat or if you have the knees, try kneeling. Get garden knee pad (or tiling/cement worker knee pads for heavy duty, cross purpose work) or a garden kneeler/ kneeling pad. You can also make your own kneeling pad as well if you are feeling crafty.

Working in the garden requires energy. Eat healthy foods. Stay away from processed foods, empty calories and sugar (this includes all corn syrups). Be aware that some foods like cheese while tasty, does contribute to inflammation. If you have food issues or are aware how different foods impact you, you don’t need the lecture, you live it. You want healthy foods that will fuel your work all day, not a quick fix. Drinking fluids to stay hydrated is a must. No sugar! Try slices of citrus in a mason jar of water. There are some old fashion recipes for haymaker’s / switchel (no alcohol while working in the garden; it dehydrates you! Save it for after) that are healthy and beneficial to a work out. Fruit juice is ok but realize that it is still sugar; maybe cut it with some mineral water to make a spritzer if you feel the need to drink fruit juice.

After garden care: I love a good Mg salt bath. The Epsom salts are great for the muscles plus you have the added benefit of osmoses of magnesium and relaxing down time to read those garden books (no kindles in the tub! get a book or magazine). After bath, I recommend a good self massage of oil. Simple  grapeseed or apricot kernel are my go to.  You can slip some EO (essential oils) in there as well. I don’t like petro products so I don’t recommend commercial lotions. If you have shea, coco or coconut butters/ oils or other natural product, that is preferable. You don’t want toxins in your garden, don’t put them in or on your body if you can help it. Make sure to do a good self massage to relax those muscles. Get a good night sleep and repeat working in the garden as soon as possible. You are doing more than gardening, you are also doing self care.

[amiafairyprincessyet]

I absolutely love your blog! Your outfits are so well put together, and the whole thing has a really nice positive aesthetic. I'm curious though, what got you into fashion? And how did you learn to curate your look?

Thank you so much!  And I’m afraid my answer for this stuff is always a bit useless, because I’ve been obsessed with fashion since I was old enough to be obsessed with stuff in general.  A lot of the stuff that I do when putting an outfit together is completely instinctual; I just know what works and what doesn’t.  I can tell you that these shoes won’t work with that dress, but I can’t tell you why.  (I have the same problem with grammar and writing conventions, since I grew up reading so much that I never consciously learned the rules.)

I can give you a few tips on how to curate a wardrobe/aesthetic, but they’re pretty general.  But also very long, as it turns out, so let’s continue this under the cut.

The first thing is just figuring out what you like and what you’re going for.  I recommend using something like Pinterest and just pinning stuff every time you see something you like.  It can be all kinds of things–runway models, someone’s selfie, a photo of a landscape, etc.  After you’ve been doing this for a while, scroll through the board and think about recurring patterns.  What are some things you keep seeing over and over again?  Are there any colors that are present in most of the pictures you’ve pinned?  Looking at that, you can figure out some stuff that you really want to incorporate into your aesthetic.  Let’s use me as an example; looking at my Pinterest, I’m noticing some patterns.  Right now, I seem to be into:

earth tones and neutrals, esp. dark green and off-white

stripes

athleisure

draped, loose stuff

fun details, like jewelry and embroidery

(My Pinterest actually tends to lag a little behind what I’m really into, because now that I’m a High Level Fashion™ I kinda do things in the reverse order of what I’m advocating here.  So I’m actually into more tailored, somewhat professional stuff now.  But this is a good way to start out.)

So I’ve got that.  Now, I might think about my closet–what stuff do I already have?  I definitely have some draped/loose stuff, and plenty of earth tones and neutrals.  I also own a lot of jewelry, but I don’t wear most of it.  So if I want to move closer to this aesthetic I seem to like, what do I need?  I need striped stuff–I don’t have much–and athleisure clothing.  I also might want to look for some embroidered stuff, and I should sort through my jewelry and get rid of the stuff I don’t wear.

With that in mind, I can go shopping.  I find that having a list like this really helps keep me from a) spending too much, and b) buying random crap that doesn’t actually work in my wardrobe.  If I know that I’m looking for stripes, athleisure, and embroidered stuff with an emphasis on earth tones, neutrals, and loose-fitting things, that rules out a ton of clothing!  I can also go through stuff I don’t wear very often and see if any of it fits what I’m into, and maybe that clothing will get a second chance instead of getting donated.

(I do also recommend getting rid of as much clothing as possible, basically, because having stuff in your closet that you don’t actually wear much can make it harder to see the stuff you do like and wear.  But I don’t mean “oh you should own thirty articles of clothing and No More” since I am absolutely a cluttered maximalist.  If minimalism works for you, cool, but I don’t recommend it as a hard-and-fast rule.  I just recommend getting rid of excess crap.)

Now, let’s say I’ve bought some new stuff, and pulled some old stuff out of the depths of my closet.  Combined with the stuff that survived my hypothetical closet clean-out, I have a pretty decent wardrobe set up.  It’s not totally complete yet, but I can definitely make enough outfits for most Life Stuff I have to do.  Next, I have to turn it into outfits!

(A note on storing clothes–I’m boring and practical and do it by function.  So shirts are together, dresses are together, etc.  But I’ve found that, when I’m in situations where my closet ends up jumbled, I come up with some cool outfits because I see two things near each other and realize they could go well together.)

When I’m getting dressed in the morning (or picking my outfit out the night before, if I’ve got my shit together) I ask myself three things:

What’s the weather going to be like?

What am I going to be doing?

What do I want to wear?

These questions all interact with each other.  For example, if I want to wear a crop top but it’s gonna be twenty degrees Fahrenheit all day, I’m shit outta luck.  But what if it’s going to be forty degrees, and I want to wear a light, summery dress?  I can make that work, with clever layering.  Unless!  What if I’m going to be outside a lot, catching buses and maybe walking through town?  Then I might want to wear pants; a lightweight dress in cold weather only really works if you’re gonna be mostly indoors, no matter how well you layer.

Let’s use today as an example.  Right now I’m typing this partially dressed–I didn’t have work this morning, and I don’t have to leave for class until 12:50 pm.  (I should be doing homework in this time, but whatever.)  So, what’s the weather going to be like?  It’s going to be in the low seventies, overcast, with a low chance of rain later.  What am I going to be doing?  I’m going to class, and then I have work in the evening.  I also rinsed my hair this morning, and the dye is fresh enough that it’s leaking/rubbing off on things a little still.  Since it’s wet, I want to leave it down to air dry.  That means I can’t wear anything too light-colored on top, since my hair will touch it and stain it; if it was dry, and I put it up, I could wear a lighter shirt.  (It comes out with some stain remover spray and a wash in cold water, usually, but it’s not a risk I enjoy taking.)  With both school and work, I want to dress a little nicer/more professionally.  And, because of work, I have to wear a brightly colored top.  What do I want to wear?  Well, luckily enough, I want to wear a brightly colored top that I bought recently and haven’t had a chance to wear yet.  And it’s orangey-pink, so once my hair’s air dried a bit more, the stains shouldn’t show.

This top works with the weather (although I may need a light jacket) and what I have to do today.  Now, what should I wear with it?  My black pleated skirt would be cute, but I just wore it yesterday.  It doesn’t need to be washed, since it didn’t actually touch my skin and I didn’t do anything strenuous, but I don’t want to wear it two outfits in a row.  My dad just made a trip up to drop off some things I forgot at home, including some bottoms.  But none of those work; they clash with the top, aren’t right with the weather, or would just look a bit weird.  Maybe a pair of jeans?  It’s going to be cool enough that I can do that without overheating.  I think my mom jeans would look too ‘80s-in-a-bad-way with the shirt, but my skinny jeans would look nice!  And I can wear a random pair of compression stockings under them.

Now, with my skinny jeans, I have to wear boots.  Which ones?  Well, I also want to wear my newish watch, which will kinda match the shirt.  It has a brown band.  My brown boots will look nice with that, although I’ll need to remember to wear socks on top of my compression stockings, since those boots are a tad large.  The boots are leather, and I’ve never bothered to seal them, so I try not to wear them when it’s going to rain.  The chance is low enough, though, that I’m not worried about it.  But wait!  The brown boots have brass buttons, and the watch has silver parts.  Oh no, not mixed metals!  Well, I’ll have to make it obvious that it’s intentional–I’ll wear the chevron earrings that have a few different metals in them*, and I’ll mix it up with my other earrings too.  I might wear a necklace, if I can find one that I think works.

None of my jackets that I have with me at college work perfectly with the outfit, so I’ll just grab my olive green one with the daisies embroidered on it.  It’ll look fine, and I won’t include it in my photos.  With my makeup, I’ll probably do some brown, and I might mix some metallic stuff there as well.  I’ll most likely go for a darker lipstick, since bright ones would clash with my shirt.

So yeah, that’s my thought process picking out my outfit today–I started a lot of it last night, because I was thinking this was a day where I could finally wear that new shirt.  It looks like a lot written out like this, but I go through it pretty quickly in real life.

I hope that helps!

*this is why I wear that pair so often lmao

[trekkingski]

Guide to Nepal self-guided tour

Guide to Nepal self-guided tour, Annapurna ACT trek record

I want to say that I took an ACT trekking route last year. If someone wants to go to Nepal by themselves, I can share some experiences.

Of course, my answers are often based on my limited information and thin experience rather than standard answers. Therefore, these questions are all for inspiration. Everyone is welcome to share their experiences and ideas and discuss together, thank you!

ACT trekking routes in Nepal

Visa, internet, currency, time difference

How to apply for a mountain pass

Equipment, map

Do you want to hire a guide or porter?

Replenishment on the mountain and lightening the load

Actual itinerary planning and cost

Route information

Name / Annapurna Circuit Trek (Annapurna Circuit Trek, hereinafter referred to as ACT)

Location /Nepal, departing from Kathmandu

Path / Take a bus from Kathmandu to Besi Sahar, start walking from Besi Sahar, take a ride (Chamje to Chame) on the way, then walk from Chame to lower Pisang, finally walk to Kagbeni, take a ride back to Pokhara (Pokhara), the ACT route ends

Date / 2019.09.29-2019.10.12, a total of 13 days

Season / dry season

Starting point and highest height / about 900m and 5416m

Visa, internet, currency and bargaining

visa

Nepal’s visa policy is relatively free. Citizens of almost all countries (except for a few countries or regions such as Afghanistan and Somalia) can obtain visas on arrival when they travel to Nepal. So when you travel to Nepal, you don't need to worry about being denied a visa.

The internet

Basically, the route of ACT is only in teahouse (I call it: mountain house). The network signal of each mountain house is different. If there are more passengers, the network will drop significantly. I heard from friends that walking in the mountains of ACT Inside, no signal was found, so I didn't buy an extra network card.

Currency, buy water

From the airport to the hotel, you have to prepare some change to pay for the fare, etc. The rate at the airport is not good. The taxi fare from the airport to the hotel is uniformly set at $7. When you get off the plane, be careful that locals will deliberately bring it. You go to take a taxi, but you will be charged five dollars for a 100-meter walk. If you see someone following, you can drive him away. If you want to take a taxi, ask the driver directly, and then I go straight to ACAP (the agency that issues the mountain pass) and ask him to drive. I go to the restaurant.

In addition, the purchase of water will be reminded, because the grocery store will sell things much cheaper than the mountain house. Don't feel that bargaining is troublesome. Try to compare prices as much as possible and then negotiate with them.

It’s better to exchange currency in Thamel or Pokhara. Don’t exchange too much at the airport. You can exchange it for US$50. It’s about asking whether the local ACAP is willing to accept rupee for entry permit. If they are willing to accept rupee, basically You can save some expenses, and I will talk about how much you spend in a day, which can help you reduce the exchange loss problem. When the rupee is to be exchanged into US dollars, you can find a bank at the airport. You can do it in Pokhara or Tamei. It can be exchanged at a store, even in a hotel, but it is more difficult to exchange it into US dollars, so this is one of the reasons why you should not exchange too much in the first place.

How to apply for a mountain pass

In addition to preparing for the mountain pass, in addition to preparing US dollars, basically, you also need to prepare 3 photos of 2 inches (the impression is a bit vague, it is better to prepare a few more), the same does not require passport specifications, the most important thing is to buy mountaineering insurance first, the form will require You fill in the mountain insurance number. The entrance permit has TIMS and permit. Both ACT must be processed. To apply for these two, you must go to ACAP or the passenger office before 15:00. Otherwise, you must look for travelers at Besi Sahar. The office has applied, and if you don’t do it anymore and you want to go to Montenegro and get caught at the checkpoint of the ACT route, you have to pay twice the price.

In addition, if you leave the ACT route and you want to go back to the ABC again, you will have to apply for the mountain pass again. Therefore, when transferring from ACT to ABC, you must consider whether you should leave the last checkpoint of ACT.

Equipment, map

This time the maximum weight is about 17 kg and the walking distance is 20km. So when choosing a backpack, I would recommend buying a 60~70L backpack for boys. In fact, you don’t need to have that weight. I will talk about how to lose weight later, because I started from I start walking at an altitude of 1200m. I wear short-sleeved summer clothes. When I reach 5400m in the back, I have hiking pants with fleece. I would recommend wearing a long-sleeved sweatshirt and a short-sleeve, and a long-sleeved fleece in winter. A pair of summer hiking pants, winter hiking pants, and shorts. The coldest above is below zero, and there will be snow. Wear a down jacket. A good down jacket can help you lose weight. I wear montbell FP800. Basically You don’t need a sleeping bag to wear it to sleep, but I use a sleeping bag because I think the quilt in a mountain house is too dirty. I have only used the sleeping bag once and only use it at low altitudes. Basically, don’t be afraid of getting dirty when climbing mountains. Cut-out raincoat or a one-piece raincoat that can be covered with a backpack, two pieces of underwear, gloves, headlights, lip balm, medicine, two trekking poles, socks that match the thick socks of hiking shoes, one pair of thick sports socks, one pair Wool socks, I have an umbrella~ I think it’s very practical, a pair of slippers, food can bring chocolate or compressed biscuits, hats, sunglasses, sports headbands, clothespins, chargers, power banks, I have crampons, but I don’t use them The local guides felt that there was no need to bring them. Quick-drying towels. If you only bring two sets of clothes, you must go to the mountain house to change your clothes before 15:00 every day. The mountain is wet at night and it is not easy to dry. If necessary at night, just You have to sleep with your clothes. Finally, the most important thing is to remember to wear a mask, to wear a mask, to wear a mask, it is very important, so three times, people who are allergic to dust must wear it.

The map can be downloaded in advance and can be used as an offline map. Different people have different opinions on the paper map. I didn't buy it because I planned to walk with the local guide for a while. After learning their judgment, I will act on my own. Chame went to Muktinath Basically, you won’t get lost. There is only one road, but if you leave the villages in this range, the road is a bit complicated. It’s best to act in teams.

Do you want to hire a guide or porter?

The ACT route does not force the hiring of local guides and porters. The choice is mainly based on factors such as personal needs, financial resources, and physical strength.

I didn’t hire a guide or a porter this time. Although I was acting alone, the road to Chamje was basically a bit complicated from the beginning. I don’t know whether to take some shortcuts. The road is divided into general hiking routes and jeep routes. This is a hiking route. Basically, if you are really worried, you can walk with foreigners, but you must first make sure that you can keep up with their physical fitness. Otherwise, I think that after having the ability to judge, some sections of the road are quite comfortable to walk by yourself. of. The front part of Chame and the back part of Muktinath are best to be accompanied. Although the route is very large, there are always some forks that are difficult to distinguish. Offline maps can help you distinguish. Chame and Muktinath are the most common routes that everyone takes. Guides are also the most popular route for foreigners, and you won’t get lost if you follow in their footsteps.

Replenishment on the mountain and lightening the load

The mountain house will provide hot food, hot water, quilts, and charging. Only in High Camp and Tilicho lake Camp, charging is not provided, so you don’t need to cook by yourself. The higher the altitude, the more expensive the food will be. The last stop at 4800m In the high camp, my food expenses are not very low. I eat three meals or even four meals. The average daily consumption of food and accommodation is less than 1,000 yuan. They rely on food to make money. Basically, most villages can afford accommodation. Ask if you can waive the accommodation fee if you consume in the store. It is best to drink at least a glass of 750ML of water before departure early in the morning, carry 1L of water on your body, return to the mountain house and replenish the water. Basically, it can be reduced It weighs 1 to 2 kilograms, and there are villages for almost two to three hours along the way. Unless there is no general road developed in the back section of Manang, there are fewer villages or grocery stores, but I still think it’s enough to drink 1L of water for walking in ACT. Below 3000m above sea level, you have to drink a lot, and you have the opportunity to replenish it by the roadside. In addition, if you really want to reduce the burden, you must upgrade your equipment. This is a lot of money. There is no special recommendation for upgrading. It is based on personal needs. I think if you finish this ACT, you like to hike, then consider upgrading your equipment. , However, I sincerely suggest that if you have the ability, you can upgrade your equipment directly, because the ACT will definitely make you want to go again.

The food on the high mountains can be just as plentiful.

Actual itinerary planning

9/29

It takes about 30 minutes for me to leave the country (I heard that some people are later), and it takes about 40 minutes to get to the ACAP office. ACAP's business hours are from 09:00 to 15:00, and TIMS and Permit charge USD 50. One dollar can be exchanged for 112 rupees. I live in Holy lodge. Although it is highly rated on booking.com, I still want to remind you that the nightclub next door is still very high at three in the middle of the night. Remember to bring a pair of earplugs to travel. In addition, Kathmandu It is a very 'earth' city. The most important thing to come to Nepal is to wear a mask. Although the mountain air is very clean, it will definitely make you feel ashamed when you walk into the city or take a ride.

9/30

Besisahar to Bhul Bhule 2.5 hours

It takes eight hours to get to Besisahar by car early in the morning. After getting off the car, it rains all the way. It is not recommended to go alone because there are many shortcuts to BhulBhule. Travel time from 16:00-18:30, remember to prepare headlights, low-altitude accommodation costs money.

The long mountain road and the continuous drizzle, I hope tomorrow can give me a good weather.

10/1

Bhul Bhule to Chamje 7 hours

The journey was difficult, the amount of water was 4L, and there was a road with soil and rock collapse in the middle. I still had to bite the bullet and walk along. This way, I followed a fast-moving foreign man (should be 60 years old and had high blood pressure). I finally knew if it was I have too much physical strength and I have to follow it. I can’t see other individual travelers on the road, which can make me transfer the parasite. I want to reincarnate but can’t leave. The despair in my heart can reach infinity, and there are many in my heart along the way. Negative emotions and the voice of giving up, foldable walking stick manufacturer because of dragging blister feet and cramping legs, coupled with the collapse of the road, it has been raining, there are no scenic spots to see, and I keep asking myself why I want to come here and walk on my beliefs. Go on, there are infinite reasons for you to give up, but there is only one perseverance, let's go on and see, you can't be defeated because of your physical limits. So at the beginning, if there are friends who want to challenge the road ahead, they really need to train well. Otherwise, they have to pay in installments instead of walking as far as 20 kilometers a day.

10/2

Chamje -Chame(2713m) Ride a jeep 3hours $1500 rupees

Chame to lower Pisang (3190m) 4 hours

After getting off the car at Chame, it was a wet and cold rainy day, so I went straight to Pisang all the way. Pisang is divided into upper and lower villages. The two villages are separated by a river. After crossing the bridge, you can go to different villages. I settled today. The place is in Lower Pisang, because it’s cheaper, it feels better to live. The advantage of living in Upper Pisang is that you don’t need to get up too early to watch the sunrise. You can finally see Annapurna III here. The hard work of the whole road is at the most painful time To resolve, come here to watch the sunrise. The sunrise time is at 06:00. There are two routes to Manang for the next day. Upper Pisang to Manang takes 8 to 9 hours, and Lower Pisang to Manang takes 4 hours. Of course, the scenery is much worse. The scenery from Upper Pisang to Manang is more beautiful, but I chose the difficult route.

Lower Pisang Accommodation, internet, bathing and hot water are free of charge.

The clouds are up, Annapurna III.

10/3

Upper Pisang to Manang (3469m) 9 hours

The scenery can see Annapuna 2, 3, and 4 peaks. At present, I walked all the way to see the most beautiful scenery. The altitude rose from 2600 to 3,500, which took nine hours, ranging from tropical rain forests to desolate gravel deserts. From the beginning, the climbers gradually increased. When the temperature reaches the evening, you can feel the chill. There will be two villages along the way. Usually, some people will rest in the second village because they can go to Ice Lake the next day.

The body goes to hell, the eyes go to heaven, and the soul returns to the hometown. Some people use this sentence to describe the physical and mental experience of this journey. I really understand this sentence in my heart.

10/4 Manang rest day, highly adapted

Today, I went to Lake Annapuna and looked at Annapuna from the top of the mountain. You can see peaks 2, 3, and 4, as well as other magnificent scenery. It is very suitable for a day of rest here without wasting at all.

10/5

Manang to Sheer Kharka 4.5 hours

Because of the challenge of the branch mission, it is regarded as a high degree of adaptation, and the target is Tilicho Lake (about 5100m above sea level). If you walk this way, you will encounter the intersection of the main branch at the beginning, but the road signs are obvious.

10/6

Shree kharka to Tilicho Base Camp (abbreviation: BC) 2.5 hours

Store the big backpack in Shree kharka, and pack it lightly over BC. You can bring winter pants, down jacket, slippers, and power bank.

The scenery along the road is also very good. There is no electricity to charge in BC, and the food is obviously expensive. Please leave as early as possible because the beds are limited and the arrival time is about 10:30. Otherwise, you will have to sleep on the floor of the living room.

10/7

Tilicho BC to Tilicho lake 3 hours

Tilicho lake to Tilicho BC 1 hour

Tilicho BC to Shree kharka 2 hours

At Tilicho lake from store to downside 2 hours

Depart at 0530 in the morning. If you have the opportunity, you must go to the bottom of the lake to walk, but you must hurry. The wind on the lake is very strong after noon. Do not stay by the lake for more than 11:00. The return journey will take about 1 hour to the base camp for dinner. I will go downhill. There was an acceleration, because I had to return to Shree kharka, and I was delayed in the middle. The arrival time was about 15:30, and the journey was windy. If you are sure to get to Shree kharka, you must make a reservation the day before.

10/8

Shree kharka to yak haraka (4030m) 3 hours

The homestays here are a lot more expensive. You can find hot water and mineral water at a local grocery store. There is no money for internet, accommodation and charging, but hot water costs money. There are about 4 homestays here, and you can arrive before 11:00. Find accommodation.

10/9

Yak haraka to High camp(4800m) 4 hours

Yak walked forward for about 1.5 hours and cut across the bridge. After cutting, there is a shop. When you go forward, you will encounter a rockfall area. The rockfall just passed by, and almost went to another world to report. After this section, it is best to The other climbers acted together. phedi is in the gorge area, the wind is not suitable for staying too long, but the high camp is about 4800 meters, the air is thin, the scenery can see the magnificent Tilicho peak, Annapurna 3, etc., if the physical condition can adapt to the height in Tilicho Lake, you can choose Staying in the high camp for one night, it started to snow at noon here, and you can walk to the apex next to the accommodation to see the big scene.

On the way to High Camp, the tranquility seems to resonate with the mountains.

A short step can take as long as a century. High Camp (4800m)

10/10

High camp to Throng pass (5400m) 3 hours

Throng pass to Muktinath (3798m) 4 hours

The boarding starts at about 4:40, at about 0740 at the highest peak, and the return journey to the village of the four shops is about 11:00, and it takes about an hour from the four shops to Muktinath.

10/11

Muktinath to Kagbeni 5 hours

Kagbeni to Jomson (2743m) 1 hour

Muktinath is not easy to find a way to Kagbeni at the beginning, it is best to travel together.

I took the bus to Jomson at 15:30 in the afternoon. It was about 16:30. Some people walked for about 2 hours. Because of the dust, they were not in the mood to leave. The price is 150 rupees. The bus station is in the village. I know, it costs 3,500 points for seven people to ride a jeep. This price is driven by the porter. I don't know how accurate it is.

At the end of Jomson, the end point is the starting point for Pokhara. Get off the bus and buy tomorrow's ticket to Pokhara. The time is 0630, 0700, 1000, and the journey takes about 12 hours. It is best to buy the front seat position. There are few hotels in Jomson and the price is also It's better to be more accommodating and move in when you find something suitable.

The endless desert, that is salt, not snow.

10/12

Jomson to Pokhara 12 hours

The ride was bumpy and the bladder was strained for 12 hours. The car can shake up and down, or up and down from left to right, almost driving on a rock wall or cliff. Bring water or snacks on the car to relieve boredom. The local residents told the driver to be in Marphar I bought apples. They said that you can get off wherever you want to get off on the bus. I bought apple cider and apple juice for about 800 rupees. I went home and tasted it.

When you arrive at Pokhara at night, if the hotel is set at Lakeside, remember to ask the driver where to get off. After getting off, you can basically find the hotel on the phone map instead of taking a taxi, because the journey is within 2 kilometers.

The closer you are to the lake, the more expensive the price will be. Basically, I live in New Pokhara lodge, which includes breakfast for about Rs 1,100, but snow peak hotel includes breakfast for about Rs 1,200. You can eat fruits and it is more delicious. To be honest, I don’t recommend it. new Pokhara lodge.

Itinerary introduction, end.

[freewheelen]

Palm Springs | 01.21.2018 (Day 2)

We wake at 9 am. Michelle’s a late riser, and of course, I’m an early bird. Maybe ‘early bird’ is an understatement. I always wake up at 6 am or earlier, no matter what time I go to sleep. I originally awoke at 5am with a parched throat. When you travel on a bike, there isn’t much real estate for storing gallons of water. Luckily, our site is equipped with a water spigot. I stumble out of the tent, cram my bare feet into my boots, and drag them across the gravel. With a quick twist of the knob, water gushes out of the faucet. The gurgle and splash on the gravel break the silence of pre-dawn. I slurp out of the spigot, gulping as much as I possibly can. The combination of cold and thirst puts me into survival mode. Temperatures are sub-freezing at this time of morning and a wet face doesn’t help preserve any warmth. I crawl back into the tent and slide into the sleeping bag. Michelle sleeps soundly but I’m more alert than a squirrel. Fortunately, I take advantage of California’s latest enacted law and burn a little weed. Once the THC washes over my body, I fall into a peaceful stupor. Thanks, California voters.

As soon Michelle and I wipe the crust out of our eyes, we start packing. Check out is at 11 am and loading the luggage onto the bike takes a considerable amount of time. Our first task is the sleeping bag. We purchased a 2-person mummy for its low-temperature capabilities. This bag can keep us alive at 5° Fahrenheit, which is needed for these 28° nights in the desert. But that extra insulation comes at a price. When the bag is rolled and inside the stuff sack, it rivals a college hamper in size. I demonstrate how to roll the bag as a tightly as possible for Michelle. Once she gets the hang of this ‘camping’ thing, I expect her to handle this task while I take care of other packing duties. We start jamming the bag into its sack and realize that this is a 2-person job. I compress, she tugs. I push, she pulls. We get the bag half-way in and take a breather. I’m trying to avoid the lowest hanging fruit here, but shoving this bag in the stuff sack is like putting a condom on a watermelon. After a few more attempts we manage to cram the bag in. Sweat beads my brow. My arms ache from the strain. As I tighten the drawstring, Michelle says:

“I think I left my sock in the bag.”

 I close my eyes and pinch my sinuses. There’s no way I’m doing that again, at least not right now.

 “I have an extra pair of socks, “I say, “Use those.”

 With the bike packed, we set out for the Ace Hotel. We have tickets for the Paradise Road Show today and we can get a bite at the diner attached to the hotel. Our ride to breakfast is much more leisurely. We take out time compared to yesterday. We’re no longer trying to stay on a strict schedule. The rush to get to our destination dissipates. We allow ourselves to relax and enjoy the last hours of our trip. It’s funny, as soon as you settle into the layout and sights of a place, it’s time to leave. We’ve been in a rush to take it slow and now’s the time to embrace the lighter pace of Sunday mornings. We coast down Palm Drive at an easy 65 mph. The winds are subdued today. No sand drifts. No Gael-force gusts. No bike toppling crosswinds. Just a cool breeze that helps wake your senses.

When we pull into the parking lot of the Ace Hotel, packs of motorcycles already line the curb. Dynas, Softails, Sportsters, choppers, bobbers, café racers, rat bike. You name it. We back into an empty spot between a Sportster and a Softail Slim and hang our gear from the bike. When you’re around other riders you feel comfortable leaving your helmet with your motorcycle. No one will steal it here. They already have their own.

The Ace Hotel is like stepping back in time. The pitched roof and stone walls recall the hay day of diners. Burl wood furniture and concrete make up the interior, capturing the “bring the outside inside” attitude of Palm Springs. The design of the hotel paired with the classic bikes at the curb transports you to a much simpler time. A time without $4 gas prices and $6 lattes.

After a modest breakfast, we check in to the event and check out the bikes on display. Springer front ends, sissy bars and horseshoe oil bags are the standards here. A stark contrast to the majority of the bikes on the road today. In the Post-Sons of Anarchy era, everything comes in black. While it’s badass and classic, it doesn’t leave much room for diversity. To the layman, most club-style Dynas all look the same. But at motorcycle shows, everything is chrome. The spirit of the flashy ‘70s lives on with these bikes. The antithesis of the ‘Dark Customs’ regime that took over in the early 2000s. Shovelheads, Panheads, Knuckleheads, even Flatheads fill out the exhibit. Nothing modern. No fuel injection. No hand-warming grips. No entertainment center and navigation. Just a frame, engine, handlebars, wheels, and seat. Only what you need, nothing else.

Once we finish gawking at the bikes, we make our way into the market section of the show. Vintage clothing stands, vinyl record vendors, and a DJ round out this area. It feels like a Sunday at your local thrift shop with a few custom bikes parked outside.

 “This isn’t like most bike shows,” I tell Michelle.

“Yeah, it feels a bit hipster,” she proclaims.

“The next one will be different,” I reply.

 We have plans to go to Chopperfest in Ventura in two weeks. She’ll get a well-rounded view of Harley/Cruiser culture at that show.

Michelle picks through a few consignment stands before we jump back on the Sporty. We’re leaving earlier than anticipated so we can take our time on the road. We plug our earbuds in and strap our helmets on. I select a playlist that matches the lazy nature of Sundays. Before we leave Palm Springs, we make sure we stop by the Windmill Farm for a few pics.

Once we snap a few pics, we get back on the road. We’re aiming to enjoy our journey back home and letting the time we arrive work itself out.

[creacherkeeper]

Would you be able to write a fic with autistic Jemma and autistic Bobbi? They're my faves and I'd really love it if you could

anon: Hey if you’re still taking prompts can I get some autistic Jemma and mama May protecting her?

Well, No One Told Me 

a/n: someone a long time ago asked for jemma + bsl so this kind of fills that too! whew knocking these prompts out yall 

for aosficnet’s disability december 

~2300 words 

read on AO3 

Bobbi knows she shouldn’t be here. It’s breaking all sortsof protocols. And she can justify it later, of course she can, she can justifyanything to anyone, but there’s still a stirring of anxiety in her gut sayingthat this is wrong. That this is putting them both at risk.

She’s still dressed in her Hydra uniform. Hair pulled back,dark enough that she barely recognizes herself in a mirror. Not that sherecognizes herself all that well on a normal day. But it’s easier to put a faceto her own mind when she has the blonde hair she grew up with. She keeps hereye makeup the same while she’s undercover. That grounds her the little bit ithas to.

She clears her throat, puts her hands on her hips, andstares at the door handle. She really shouldn’t be here. But the woman—Jemma.Something is wrong, Bobbi can tell. She’d been off at work all day, and by the time she left, she was barelycognizant of the things around her. Bobbi had called her name as she left, andJemma had walked off like she couldn’t even hear her, eyes cloudy. Bobbi knewthat expression. She’d worn it herself enough times. Jemma was pushing herselftoo hard, and she was getting overloaded. Probably approaching meltdownterritory. Which made being here even more dangerous, because what was Bobbisupposed to do? Try to care for her when the woman still thought she was Hydra?Or blow her cover?

And really, Bobbi is being silly. Jemma is an adult, and sheprobably has a handle on things. But on the other hand, Bobbi has done enoughmissions in isolation. Being separated from all the people that usually helpyou cope … it gets rough. Impossible, sometimes. And Jemma hadn’t been trainedfor this at all, not like Bobbi had.

She knocks before she can talk herself out of it. Shealready has a few lies swimming in her head, reasons she could be stopping by.There’s a rumor of a mole at headquarters. She’ll say they’re doing homechecks, looking for suspicious activity. If Jemma seems fine, she’ll be on herway.

If not …

Well, she’s not sure about that just yet. She’ll think ofsomething.

“Jemma Simmons,” Bobbi calls, authoritative. “This is BobbiMorse. Open up.”

There’s still no response. But there’s a light shining outfrom under the front door, and Bobbi knows Jemma wouldn’t leave the light on ifshe wasn’t home.

The key is slipping into the lock before Bobbi can thinktwice. Hydra (creepily) had keys to every worker’s home, so Jemma wouldn’t questionthe means of the intrusion. Of course, Bobbi had gotten this key from Coulson.But Jemma didn’t need to know that.

She opens the door slowly. The light in the entryway is on,like she thought it was, as is the light in the kitchen. Bobbi pushes the dooropen more, and then steps in and closes it behind her. Immediately, she knewshe was right to come here. The sounds are soft, but they’re unmistakably onesof someone in distress. Shaking gasps, punctuated with whimpers.

Bobbi’s stomach clenches. She honestly feels morecomfortable scouring the halls of the Hydra office than here, faced with this.Emotional situations, despite her experience with her own meltdowns, are notsomething she’s comfortable dealing with. But the woman didn’t have anyoneelse. Bobbi was her only option.

As she pads quietly into the apartment, she looks around foranything that could’ve triggered this episode. And she doesn’t have to looklong. There’s a light in the kitchen that’s flickering, casting an ominousshade to the otherwise domestic scene. There’s a box of brownie mix on thecounter, along with a bowl, and a container of vegetable oil. On a napkin sitsan egg, and smashed on the floor is another. It looks like she tried to scoopthe mess up with her bare hands, and then gave up when she only succeeded inspreading the goop around. Bobbi knows even something as simple as that, whenyou’re already on the edge, can be enough to push you over.  

Though it’s with a sense of dread, Bobbi makes her waydeeper into the apartment, toward the source of the noise. She finds Jemmapressed between the couch and the wall, clutching her head and rocking—small,quick little movements—forward and back. There’s egg on her hands, and in herhair. It doesn’t seem like Jemma has noticed her.

Bobbi stands there for a moment, feeling like an intruder(which, you know, technically she is) on the scene. She clenches her jaw andher fists, fingers thrumming unpleasantly with energy.

“Jemma,” she says, not too loud. She doesn’t want to scareher.

There’s no response. No lapse in movement or pitiful noises.

She crouches down. “Jemma,” she says again, a little louder.

Again, nothing.

Bobbi stands, retreats back to the kitchen, and pulls outher cell phone. Her SHIELD phone, not her undercover one. She wonders if thisis worth a call in, but her gut is telling her it is. She scrolls through hercontacts, all coded of course, lest anyone ever find this phone and manage tobreak into it. Her thumb hovers over “Eagle Two”, and then she goes back. Shescrolls again, and clicks on “Mama Bear”.

May picks up on the second ring.

“Jemma’s apartment,” Bobbi says.

“I’m on my way.”

It won’t be long until May gets here, so Bobbi busiesherself cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. She grabs a dishtowel and twiststhe flickering bulb out of its socket, and replaces it with a new one she findsin the linen closet. She stands in appreciation for a moment, watching thesteady light of the new bulb, and then gets to work cleaning the mess on thefloor. It doesn’t take long before the floor is spotless, and then Bobbi isforced to wait for May and listen to Jemma’s pained sounds. She doesn’t knowwhat to do, but she doesn’t want to touch Jemma and possibly make things worse.

May shows up only a few minutes later, though it feels likeages. She’s in civvies. Or, as close as May gets, which means workout clothes. She’scarrying a duffel bag and a serious expression. Bobbi waves her in, and pointsher over to Jemma.

May only takes a moment to absorb the scene before springinginto action.

“I’ve brought your bag,” May says in a low, soothing voice,though Jemma doesn’t acknowledge her either. She crouches and unzips it, firstpulling out what seems to be a stuffed toy. On closer inspection, it’s ahedgehog, with some sort of corded material for the spines. May shoves thestuffed animal into the space between Jemma’s knees and her chin, and thenbounces it on her knees until Jemma grabs the toy and buries her face in it.

“She’s got egg on her—”

“We’ll wash it after,” May cuts her off.

Next, she pulls out a pair of over-the-ear headphones, andcarefully brushes Jemma’s hair back so there won’t be any caught between her earsand the ear pads. She plugs in an iPod before slipping the headphones overJemma’s head. Bobbi can barely hear what’s being played, but it soundsfamiliar. Some British Invasion band, she thinks.

The next thing to come out of the bag surprises Bobbi, who’sgenerally well-versed in meltdown coping techniques. It’s a pair of socks,black.

“What are those for?” Bobbi asks.

“Compression socks,” May explains. She takes off Jemma’sshoes (Jemma hadn’t stricken Bobbi as a ‘shoes in the house’ type of person.Bobbi doesn’t know why that throws her so much), then her socks, and slips thecompression socks over her feet.

Finally, she pulls a weighted lap pad from the duffel anddrapes it over Jemma’s knees.

“She doesn’t have a full blanket?” Bobbi asks.

“Makes her feel trapped.”

(The shoes thing clicks for Bobbi. It’s about control. It’sabout being prepared.)

May scoots against the wall and lets one of her legs slipunderneath Jemma’s own. Again, not trapping, Bobbi realizes. And then theywait. Eventually, Bobbi sits down in front of them both, a little ways away.She feels like she’s intruding on a private moment, but she doesn’t want toleave. She looks away, fiddling with the buttons on her jacket.

“May?” Jemma ekes out finally.

May rests a hand on the side of her leg, but doesn’t sayanything. Jemma couldn’t hear her, anyway, with the headphones.

Jemma shakily holds out her hands, palms up. “My hands aresticky,” she whines into the stuffed animal.

May shoots Bobbi a look, and Bobbi dashes up to get a wetwashcloth. When she returns with it, May makes careful work of cleaning Jemma’shands, rubbing gently over her palms and in between each finger. When Jemmadeems them clean enough, she pulls them back toward herself.

May taps on her knee to get her attention, and then makesthe “A-Okay” symbol with her hand and puts it against her head. It takes Bobbia minute to realize what she’s doing. Thesign for hair, Bobbi thinks. AskingJemma if she wants her hair cleaned.

Jemma, as if just noticing the other woman, shoots a nervouslook at Bobbi.

Friend, May signs.

Jemma swallows, and then nods. May makes the sign for ‘hair’again. After a moment of consideration, Jemma nods a second time.

May holds out the soiled washcloth, and Bobbi takes that oneand switches it out for a new, clean and damp one. May stops just before takingJemma’s headphones off, but Jemma leans forward until they’re brushing May’sfingers. She still whimpers a little when May takes them and places them on thefloor.

May crooks two fingers and turns them. Jemma obedientlyturns around so May has easier access to her hair, but is still hidden betweenthe couch and the wall. May gets to work rubbing the washcloth through Jemma’sbrown locks, working out clumps tangled with yolk.

Now that Jemma’s ears aren’t blocking the sound, Bobbi canmake out the tinny lyrics of the song through the headphones. It’s The Zombies.She’s Not There. A perhaps too apt achoice. Bobbi tries not to laugh. She has a hard time not laughing when she’snervous.

It’s quiet for a long time, besides the thin sound of theiPod. May works slowly, methodically. She’s not rushing anyone here.

Bobbi swallows down something acrid in the back of herthroat. Something like loneliness.

(Maybe that’s what drove her here in the first place.)

When May is done, Jemma leans backwards until she’s slumped againstMay’s chest, head leaning back on her shoulder. Jemma absentmindedly picksdried yolk out of the hedgehog’s fabric spines as May sets the washcloth asideand rests her hands on Jemma’s elbows.

Bobbi’s throat burns.

“I’ll wash him,” May says, very quietly.

Jemma nods.

“Do you want to go home?” May asks.

Jemma shakes her head.

May doesn’t ask if she’s sure, but Bobbi can tell it’s righton the tip of her tongue.

“I’ll stay the night, then.”

Jemma shakes her head again.

May pushes out an even breath that on anyone else would havebeen a sigh.

“Jemma,” May says.

“’S fine,” Jemma whispers. She hands the stuffed hedgehogback to May, stands, and carefully steps around her. She heads toward her room,stops, and turns around. She won’t look at either of them.

“Thank you for knowing something was wrong,” Jemma says,vaguely aimed in Bobbi’s direction. She tilts her head toward May, but is stilllooking at the floor. “Thank you for coming. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going tobed. I trust you can see yourselves out.” Then she turns, and leaves the room,closing the door behind her.

Bobbi falters in the silence.

“Is she going to be okay?” she asks, when May still hasn’tmoved.

May gazes at the hedgehog for a moment, rubbing a thumbalong the bridge of its nose.

“Thank you for calling me, Agent Morse,” is what she settleson.

She packs up the duffel bag and throws the soiled washclothsin the sink. She puts Jemma’s shoes neatly by the door. Bobbi can tell shedoesn’t want to leave. Neither does Bobbi.

“Should I stay?” Bobbi asks.

But May just holds the front door open for her.

It’s dark when they step out of the apartment building andonto the street. Darker than Bobbi was expecting. She’d check her phone to seehow much time had passed, but she doesn’t want to be rude.

May doesn’t immediately walk away, so Bobbi hovers as well.

“Your cover’s blown with her,” May says.

Bobbi nods, fingers of one hand twisting at her side. She wantsher batons. “Yeah.”

“I trust the mission will still proceed as planned?”

Bobbi doesn’t know why May is being so formal. Jemma haddone it too. Were they uncomfortable with her being there, or is she readingtoo much into this? “You trust correctly.”

May nods. And then, briefly, reaches out to rest her hand onBobbi’s arm.

“See you soon, Bobbi.”

Then May is gone. And Bobbi is left with a strange, heavyfeeling in her chest. She glances up to the only one of Jemma’s windows that’svisible from the street. The light is off. Bobbi swallows, and walks away.

[dietsauthority]

How To Break Fever : The Most Effective And Natural Ways

Feeling feverish….

You may be familiar with feeling nauseous and also dehydrated.

The feverish body will certainly make you feel weak and also tired. And that does not desire to remove that?

Wondering to handle it without needing to gulp capsules or syrup. Well, particular residence treatments could actually assist you break it down naturally. So, here I would be talking about house treatments to assist you break a high temperature:

Get Sufficient Rest

A mild to modest high temperature is not much destructive to health and wellness, instead it boosts all-natural body device against infections. However that does not give you the permit to handle it thoughtlessly. Taking rest is also a lot more important compared to medicine. Take care of this especially with the kids.

Avoid any kind of kind of physical or psychological physical effort that could raise the body temperature level. Likewise, make certain there is no additional increase in temperature. For that issue, Monitor the temperature when every 2 hrs and take needed precautions.

Over Dressing Is Not Going To Help

Having high temperature usually, make us really feel chilled to spines.

And many of the moment we cover ourselves under excess layers of clothing. Do you believe you could eliminate the fever by permitting the body temperature to rise even higher?

The response is NO considering that the feverish body gets overheated very promptly and also because circumstance dressing yourself inside blankets would certainly do no good.

So just what is the function of holding that warm inside the body ...!!

Try sprucing up in light dry clothes to let the body cool naturally. You might shiver with cold but it is fine considering that it is the natural method of creating heat to enhance the body temperature.

Go Chilling And Take A Trendy Shower

Ever questioned taking a fast great bathroom in Fever ...? Do you assume it is going to help? Well, it surely can.

Taking a bath has actually been considereded as a professional action to reduce down the body temperature level in case it obtains high past a particular degree. While doing so just be careful that the water is not as well cooled to activate excess shuddering which could verify to be counterproductive.

Talking concerning children, if they are not ready to take a bathroom as well as want some leniency, there are various other means also. As an alternative, you could likewise make use of lukewarm water to sponge their body to damage the high temperature naturally.

Yet another assistance would certainly be rinsing your face, neck as well as feet with water to allow the body calm down.

Keep The Body Hydrated

You could be aware of that our body sheds a great deal of fluids while sweating, so it becomes necessary to make up for this water loss using perspiration.

Ways to counter dehydration:

Increase the water as well as fluid intake as high as you can.

Drink chilled drinks to lower the temperature.

Eating great deals of fruits and vegetables is also recommended as they have those essential electrolytes which are shed during sweating.

Even if fever is not noted with much sweat, fluid intake must be boosted anyhow yet in that situation, go with warmer drinks - consume tea and soups. This would certainly create warm inside the body and also would certainly bring about sweating which assists the body to bring the temperature level down.

Cold Compresses Could Be Effective

Grandmother's cool presses constantly appear to work. Have you ever before tried them...? No, then keep this in your mind for the next time you feel feverish.

Apply a cold compress over the temple and revealed area of the neck.

Keep doing it for a couple of times and also you would certainly locate temperature coming down.

Cold presses enable warm to get away by decreasing down the body temperature level. This approach is very reliable with kids.

Wet socks treatment

How concerning choosing an unique method.!!

Well, for me it has constantly functioned as well as 'Wet Socks' treatment is one amongst them. All you have to do is, saturate a pair of cotton sock in chilly water and also wear them on your feet covering the ankles. For added results, you can likewise wear a set of woollen socks over them for better insulation.

Your feet are capable of losing the optimum amount of warmth so this would boost the process. An additional reality about this method would certainly cause increased blood circulation that subsequently causes much better immunity.

Be Right With The Diet

It's a well-certified truth that specific foods have a much better result in improving the immunity, so what we should do is go for a tactical diet.

The feverish body invests a great deal of power in absorbing whatever bit we consume. This power should rather be used to ward off those infections.

In that situation, what we require to do is consume wisely.

Prefer eating Vitamin C rich fruits which make the resistance more powerful as well as make up for the water.

Consume cozy beverages to promote perspiration.

Avoid consuming foods which are not easily digestible.

Certain microorganisms depends on our intake of nourishment for their survival, so to eliminate them from the body it is recommended to avoid eating much for a while.

Ever Idea Of Remedies You Have In Hand... Allow Me Guide You With It.

1. Basil

This conveniently available herb has strong antibiotic residential properties as well as could have fast medicinal results on fever.

Another ingredient that can be utilized along is Ginger which is a great antiviral agent.

Put some leaves of basil as well as smashed ginger in a warm boiling pot of water and also add a spoon of honey to it while consuming.

Having this tea, three to four times a day could reveal amazing impacts in healing.

2. Go Herbal

Prepare a solid herbal tea with chamomile, pepper mint, or catnip. Every one of these active ingredients will certainly act strongly counterproductive versus fever.

3. Slice it down with Potatoes

Peel a potato and also dip its slices in Vinegar for a while. Location these slices on the forehead and also cover it with a damp wrap. Do it for 30 minutes and also you will certainly see instant results.

4. Garlic Cloves

Garlic cloves could enhance the level of sweat to a great level. So, why not try it on your Fever.

Add some cloves of Garlic to boiling water as well as let it simmer for 10 minutes. Strain the recurring and consume the content. Its usage would certainly fend off the toxic substances from the body as well as aid recover the fever.

It could additionally be made use of along with Olive oil - warm the oil and cloves in a pan and apply the remedy to the sole of your feet as well as obtain amazed with the fast results.

5. Oregano

Ever considered its antihistamine properties ... ... Yes, after that provide it an opportunity. It could act best versus the fever specifically if it is caused as a result of some allergy.

Add fresh Oregano delegates boiling water along with Cardamom. Warmth it for 10 mins, after that let it cool down. Optionally, you can add orange juice to it and also have it thrice a day.

6. Leafy Lettuce

Did you understand Lettuce can assist the body relax? It could really aid you have a much better rest during fever. Simply attempt it as soon as well as see for yourself.

Put some water to steam and also add chopped lettuce to it. Steep it for some time as well as after that include the sugar of your choice. Appreciate this drink twice a day to allow it relax your veins.

7. Lemon and honey

Cure it with the easiest of all treatments. Lemon as already known the greatest detoxifying representatives could help boost the continuous procedure of cleansing. It could likewise act highly curative versus allergies. Prepare a mix of lemon juice, honey as well as extracts of ginger. Have a spoon of it before sleeping and see its over night effects.

8. Treat with Turmeric

How we can miss out on Turmeric extract, recognizing its exceptional medicinal homes. This, obviously, is a well acquainted remedy with huge recovery effects. A warm mug of milk with a pinch of turmeric and black pepper might be the only remedy you would certainly need.

9. Lemongrass

To a mug of boiling water include finely cut lemon lawn, mix it, strain it and have it. Let the strong antipyretic properties of Lemon grass act on your fever.

10. Sandalwood

Fever occasionally result in serious and also intolerable migraines. In that situation, I would certainly suggest using the thick remedy of sandalwood on your forehead. Its cooling results will allow you kick back and the restorative residential properties would certainly deal with the fever.

11. Remedial impacts of Raisins and Lime

Soak 20-25 raisins in one cup of water. Include a spoon of lime juice to it. Consume this service two times a day to see fast healing effects.

Conclusion

Fever is our body's means to retort to infections, so it is not a matter of major clinical issue till the temperature level obtains hazardously high. So, why choose medication when you could heal it in your home only.

All these all-natural remedies can profit you exceptionally if done correctly. So, next time you really feel feverish, follow these straightforward ideas and also defeat it at home.

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5 Base-Layer Basics That Bring Heat to Your Cold Weather Workout

Why Adding a Base Layer Will Have You Winning Your Winter Workouts

When it comes to cold-weather sports and frigid outdoor workouts, battling the elements can become the most challenging part of the grind. Performance base layers are essential for helping keep your muscles warm and maximizing your time outside. And when working up a sweat in extreme temperatures, it's important to wear quick drying, moisture-wicking fabrics that transport perspiration away from your body. Whether you’re an Olympic athlete or a weekend warrior, the key to keeping warm is staying dry.

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Long johns are fine for staying toasty on an average cold day. But when it comes to exercising in colder climates, cotton thermal underwear doesn’t cut it. As you sweat, that soft cotton holds water, and that dampness will leave you cold.

Instead look for wool or silk versions that naturally wick moisture while keeping you warm. Just ask Scott D. Rosenbaum, avid winter sportsman and writer, director, and producer of Red Hawk Films. “One of my favorite workouts is snowshoeing up a great trail with my snowboard strapped to my back. The real challenge is what to wear due to the rapid change in heart rate and body temperature that occurs between ascent and descent; the trek up produces a lot of heat and therefore sweat,” he tells us. “Sweat instantly feels like the ice water challenge the moment I hit the peak and turn to make my descent.”

For hockey players, it’s the time spent on the bench between shifts, and for skiers, a long gondola ride. No matter what the winter sport, staying warm in between periods of high-intensity exertion can be the most challenging part of the workout.

“I often experience these same dynamics while scouting or filming on location, and the only solution is layers, but not just any layers, the right layers,” Rosenbaum adds. “Mountaineers know the phrase ‘cotton kills,’ and for good reason. It’s critical to choose quality ... fabrics as a base layer for their wicking properties.”

He suggests the wool products by Icebreaker. “[I found the brand] while shooting on location in Iceland, and I find a good mix of synthetic layers and wool pieces provides a nice balance for the rapidly changing conditions one faces in these or similar situations.”

Most ski and outdoor gear brands have their own unique names and patented versions of tech fabrics, such as Under Armour’s HeatGear, Helly Hansen’s Lifa, and Arc’teryx’s Phasic. These high performing synthetic fabrics are often listed on the fabric tag as polyester, but today's modern microfiber can stand up to extreme temperatures and unpredictable weather situations. Plus they feel just as good as cotton against your skin.

Here are a couple of key qualities to keep in mind before suiting up.

Health and Safety

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According to the American Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons, “cold muscles, tendons, and ligaments are vulnerable to injury.” Dressing in base layers and warming up properly before exercising in the cold can save you from pulling a hammy.

"It's important to view the body as one connective piece of tissue, not individual muscles,” according to Guy Macchia, NASM certified PT and corrective exercise specialist. “Thus, when there is a ‘knot,’ or bunching of tight tissue somewhere in the body, it is pulling tissue or slack away from other areas and making an athlete's overall movement patterns less than optimal.”

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Wearing warm insulated base layers or tights can help you avoid those painful muscle cramps that can feel like a sniper hit. Look for performance styles designed with built in extra compression panels targeted to stabilize your hips, thighs, and calves.

However, you still need to get the blood circulating prior to hitting the trail, track, or slopes. “As we sleep, sit, hunch at our phones, athletes undoubtedly develop tight muscles,” Macchia explains. “Working out in the cold before warming up is like going outside with a loaded gun. Your muscles might not give out this time but continue to press your luck by moving sub-optimally, and you will eventually suffer the consequences.”

And don’t forget your feet! Wearing multiple pairs of socks is a big no-no when it comes to dressing for extreme climates. To avoid frostbite, you need to be able to wiggle your toes in your boots.

“If you want your feet to stay warm and dry, invest in a pair of ski-specific socks,” advises New York-based podiatrist Pushpa Chauhan, D.P.M. “Buy socks that are kneehigh, moisture-wicking, and are of thin or medium weight. If they're too heavy or [you’re] wearing two pairs of socks, [your feet] will sweat and quickly chill.”

And when going for a nighttime run, it’s important to consider the lower visabiltiy, even as early as the afternoon. To stay safe and visible from every angle, reflective tights such as 2XU Reflect Compression Tights or ASICS Lite-Show Tights which boast 360 degree reflectivity.

Speed

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Bulkier isn’t always better, especially when it comes to performance. Layering up so you’re puffy like the Michelin man will restrict your movement and add seconds to your run times. If you feel the need for speed, you'll want to keep your gear aerodynamic and fitted close to the body.

“Compression is great for winter. It's like a second skin,” says Mantas Zvinas, senior SoulCycle instructor and founder of Surf Yoga Beer. “We have a Surf Yoga Beer run club that meets Tuesday evenings, even during the winter — and it gets cold. It's super important that it is a moisture-wicking and compression tights because it gets wet and windy and you don't want to get sick.”

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No, exercising in the rain won’t make you sick. However, according to Livestrong.com, “Studies have shown that lowering a person's body temperature may make them more prone to contracting viruses. In other words, it's the coldness, not the wetness, that may make you more susceptible to succumbing to a virus.”

Adding wetness to a cold body helps prolong it’s suboptimal temperature, increasing the chances of a compromised immune system.

And soggy is slow. Today’s hi-tech textiles are engineered for speed, think Olympic bobsledders and speed skaters. According to an article from Scientific American decreasing drag could mean the difference between getting on the podium or not. Even the way a fabric is woven can cut down wind resistance and make it more aerodynamic.

Stink-Proof

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Just like your summer gear, your winter workout clothing will smell after you’ve worked up a sweat. Cold-weather base layers from brands such as Burton, Odlo, and The North Face all boast a stink-proof coating that utilizes a high-tech antibacterial treatment usually applied to the fabric during the finishing process. It works the same as your deodorant to prevent the growth of odor-causing microbes that make you smell bad. You might even get an extra day out of your base layers, which is clutch, because who wants to stop and do laundry while skiing the Alps?

You can prolong the life of your synthetic base layers by laundering them correctly in cold water. Remember, dry cleaning, fabric softener, and hot dryers can break down the very high-tech coatings and treatments that keep you warm, dry, and smelling fresh.

Style

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When it comes to style, not all base layers can make the transition from underwear to outerwear. But base layers aren’t meant to be seen. This is why you should choose your kit based on the weather conditions and activity intensity.

“Everyone wants to look good and feel good,” says Andy Docken, Aspen Mountain Ski School Manager. “But base layers are meant for technical function, not fashion. Unless you’re looking to show off those gym gains, keep them under wraps. And if you want to make a style statement, you can do so with your second and mid layers.”

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It’s usually better to go with a separate top and bottom instead of a one-piece so that when conditions change, you can take one piece off without losing the warmth of the other. However, if you’re a skier who’s a face-planter, a one-piece union suit keeps the snow from getting up your back or down your pants.

Pick base layer options that work with your gear, not against it. For example, snow enthusiasts should look for technical tops with built-in fitted hoods and facemasks that work well under a ski helmet. Hate all that fabric bunching in your boots? Marmot has solved that problem with a boot-cut bottom that fits over the outside of your footwear. Got chafing when you run? Check the fit. If your bottoms are too loose, it might be the extra fabric that’s rubbing you the wrong way. Also, look for a style finished with flat seams where the raw edges are stitched down and smooth as well as a gusset or pouch to snuggly hold the snow balls in place.

Sustainability

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If you’re out there freezing for hours on end, chances are you love the great outdoors. For decades Patagonia has been leading the charge producing environmentally responsible mountain biking, trail running, climbing gear, and more. And other fitness brands are following suit.

“When I’m trotting through the wilderness like a wild animal here in Colorado, my go-to attire is my Softwear joggers and hoodie,” Eric Hinman, elite CrossFit and endurance athlete, tells us about his preference for the sustainable brand that also works with non-toxic dyes while manufacturing. “They keep me warm on my hikes and trail runs, which sometimes last up to 90 minutes.”

Remember, to achieve peak performance during your winter workouts, you’ll need to bring the heat — and it’s all about that base.

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