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A Night In: Hongjoong x Reader

Pairing: Hongjoong x Fem!reader

AU: sugar baby, contracted partner 

Word Count: 3k

Genre: Smut, with bits of fluff 

Tags: poly relationship, polycule, oral sex (female receiving), breast play, nipple play, foreplay in general, face sitting, face riding, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, light dom/dub themes and undertones, protected sex, mentions of creampie, mentions of breeding kink/pregnancy, cock warming. 

Summary: As an Idol Companion, part of your job is going on tour with your boyfriends. Today, you’re in Singapore on a very gloomy, very rainy day. With his schedule completely free, Hongjoong has decided that he’s bored and wants to partake in his favorite meal: you. 

Previously on Companion

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You don't always do it out of boredom. You mostly do it on nights when the mood is right or if one of you had a bad day or simply haven't for a while. But, today, with the gloomy clouds outside your wide hotel windows, you supposed it'd happen eventually. 

Being an Idol Companion, part of your job is to accompany them on tour. Following them around the States for their North American tour, you hopped around from airport to airport and hotel to hotel. The managers always gave you your own room should you want some peace and quiet, but you explained you didn’t really need your own room. You hated being alone, honestly, when you’re so accustomed to being with your boyfriends all the time. So, often you canceled your room and stayed with whichever member you wanted to stay with. You recalled your earlier years where you kept this strict schedule because you hated leaving any member without quality time, but as years went on, you learned jealousy isn’t a problem in your relationship. The group certainly had pairs that stuck out more than others: you often went out with Wooyoung and San during the week; Seonghwa and Hongjoong never minded taking you out together. It certainly made things easier. 

Today, you’d been paired with Hongjoong which suited you just fine. Laying beside him in his bed, his free schedule left you both with not much to do. You floated between working, watching tv, or watching videos on Hongjoong’s phone. It was only a matter of time before it came up. 

"I'm bored," Hongjoong said, his high voice soft underneath the fluffy blankets. You'd agreed to take your second nap of the day after lunch, but he clearly wasn’t that tired. He wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss on your lips, "Sit on my face."

"I'm sorry, what?" You laughed, a bit shocked by the blatant request. 

"Sit on my face," he repeated, pecking your lips again lazily and holding you closer. “I want to taste you. I haven’t tasted it in so long.” 

Beneath the black t-shirt and shorts, his hard body pressed into your soft one. Petal lips caressed yours open into a deeper kiss, his tongue sliding over yours in a faint groan. Slim fingers roamed over your tanktop and panties and it became clear what caused this sudden suggestion once he grabbed at your bottom. You'd gone to bed in only a tank top and underwear to be more comfortable, so he felt your bare ass underneath the cotton panties you’d thrown on. Your tank top being skewed slightly from your sideways position didn’t help either. This only encouraged Hongjoong further, his hand sliding up your shirt to the curve of your breast. His gentle touch ignited the fire inside you. Your own hands instinctively went under his shirt; the smooth skin felt warm on your touch. The faint smell of his body wash titillated your senses, and you draped your leg over his side. Thoughts of his tongue rolling around your hard clit caused you to whimper into his mouth. When the tip of his tongue brushed over your bottom lip, you pushed against him gently. 

"I'm taking this as a 'yes'?" He smirked, returning the movement with one of his own. 

"Yes."

He rolled onto his back and let you climb on top. You gasped when you straddled his lap to find him already hard. The idea that you'd caused this aroused you further. You liked having this effect on him. Hongjoong’s hands slowly felt up your torso to your breasts, tugging down the loose tank top and cupping them both. This direct contact made you melt as you ground yourself into him. Nothing felt better than his hands. Nothing felt better than him. On lonely nights, you found yourself longing for his warmth and length. True, you’ll always have the other members, and you did crave them on particular nights, but Hongjoong…it felt different with him. Some nights your passion erupts into flames, and you lose yourselves in the heat of the moment. But, other days, like today, you both showed nothing but tenderness. You hovered over him, your body staying close to him, and you kissed him again. His hands started at your thighs, where he grabbed and smoothed over them gently. You rolled your hips into his hardon as he continued feeling up your body. 

“Remember our first time?” you asked as you kissed down his neck, recalling the memory as his hands slid under your tank top. 

“How can I forget it?” he replied, eyes falling closed at your kisses. “It was after we’d gone to the festival for chuseok. I took you to meet my parents, and we decided to go to this little festival my town was having.” He laughed softly, “I was so shy.”

“It was sweet,” you said, smiling. “I thought you might back out last minute.”

“I considered it,” he said, holding you close as he brought you to his lips. “But then, I saw how beautiful you looked in that pink and white hanbok, and I realized I wanted to be closer to you. I wanted to take that step with you,” he planted gentle kisses on your shoulder. 

“Maybe I should wear hanbok more often,” you teased, grinding into him and earning a low growl from his chest. “Since you liked it so much.”

“You could wear anything and I’d still want you to sit on my face,” he said, voice lowering as the lust returned and he cupped both your breasts again. 

Hongjoong latched his lips around one nipple, moaning as he suckled it for you, and it sent pulsations down your body. You felt his hardness grow between your thighs, the thin fabric of your bottoms becoming pure torture. Memories of your first time together warmed your heart, and made you want him even more. Hongjoong was the first to approach you about sex. You’d been dating the members for almost six months, and you’d mostly kissed a few of them by then. It’d happened so naturally. It happened as if some higher being decided you’d both take that intimate step closer. You first thought that perhaps your fondness and favor for Hongjoong came because he’d been the first of all eight. Yet, as time slowly moved on, that turned out to not be the case. 

You loved him. 

Truly.

Deeply. 

And you’d never admit that to anyone.

"Joongie," you whined, feeling his hot tongue lick your nipple. 

"Sit up here," he said. 

With a pat on your thigh, you slid up his torso to straddle his head instead. You braced yourself against the white headboard above him as his hot breath ghosted over your center. 

"My favorite part," you heard him growl as he left a light kiss right between your thighs. 

You giggled despite the wetness surging against his kisses. "I bet it is," you said, "Since you asked me so bluntly to sit on your face."

"Well, it's raining," he said, putting another kiss right where your clit is. You gasped once his kisses became deeper, and his tongue began rolling against the thin fabric. "And I'm bored," he mumbled. 

"Please, be bored more often then," you breathed at his lips kissing up and down the sides. 

Hongjoong hummed against each side which vibrated gently in the area. The combination of his wet tongue and the dampness of your center made your underwear even thinner. You could feel the exact position of his mouth on you; you felt every brush of his tongue and you gripped the cushioned headboard for support. When he threaded the fabric between your folds, he licked up both sides of your sex and occasionally dipped to your clit. You bit your lower lip to keep a moan from escaping you; you stayed still to let him work at his own pace, but you wished he’d go faster. Hongjoong’s tongue brought on a fresh need that burned inside you. Soon, he tugged your panties to the side, a hand keeping them hooked there, and sighed softly. 

"I remember the first time I ate you out like this" he said, lapping at the trickle of wetness nestled between your lips. "I worried you wouldn’t like it.”

“I did have to give you some instruction,” you grinned, shutting your eyes as he started peppering kisses on your damp sex. “But, my knees were shaking by the time I came. I love it when you-”

He cut you off with a gentle lick to your clit. Several more licks followed, never pushing the folds apart to reach the hard pearl inside, but rather letting it open itself. Hongjoong simply ran his tongue over the center languidly, focusing right against your clit in every stroke. You shuddered at the tip of his tongue sliding up and under the edges of it, as if tracing it for memory. He knew it sent slight sparks that had you mewling in minutes. When your sex became fully drenched, Hongjoong sucked whatever juices he could get from you. He hummed his delight at your taste, burying his face in it for more. Keeping you locked against him with his arms, he didn't hesitate to begin rapidly flicking your sensitive clit. The sudden change in pace had you wriggling in place to each little pang of pleasure he caused; your breathy moans turned into needy whimpers that slipped out of you. Your body craved more of him. Wagging the flat of his tongue over it, you reached down into his black hair to keep him still. Sensing the shift, Hongjoong stayed put as you gradually rode his tongue. 

"Just like that," he said, voice muffled by your pussy, "Ride my face like that."

Sliding his tongue inside you, you moved gently up and down. The tip of his nose brushed lightly to your clit, which only aroused you more. It wasn't enough. His rough tongue reached far, but not far enough. You needed more. His hands reached back behind you, and firmly grasped your ass. The light smack he gave to one cheek brought out a squeal you couldn't contain. He did this a few more times while you used his tongue, loving the sounds it produced from you. 

"Fuck me," you whimpered, "I want you to fuck me like you did the first time."

“I will, baby,” he replied in that sultry tone that gave you goosebumps. “I will, but I want you to cum in my mouth first.” 

Hearing such filth come from him in that voice made you tremble on top of him. He let you continue riding the full length of his tongue, the muscle almost cupping your sensitive bundle. He stopped you once or twice to flick it quickly before allowing you to keep going. That familiar pinching sensation struck you as the sensitivity built up, and you grabbed onto the headboard in front of you. You’re sure the member next door could hear your orgasm hit you right away. Hongjoong latched his mouth on your pussy as you shuddered, eyes closed tight as your body shook in his grip. Even once the initial climax passed, Hongjoong sucked up whatever fluids dripped from you and swallowed them. You needed more. 

He chuckled when he darted his tongue into your pussy. No doubt he felt your walls fluttering and clenching onto anything pushing inside. You reached behind you to feel his erection straining against his shorts and boxers. 

"Hongjoong," you whined as he prodded your entrance once more. You started stroking and rocking into him at the same time. "Stop teasing," you said, "And fuck me already."

"Now, baby, you know that's not how we ask for things we want," he said sternly, slapping your thigh sharply. "Ask me nicely like the sweetie I know you are."

"Hongjoonie?"

"Hm?"

"Can you please fuck me now?" You pouted, putting in your most innocent tone. "Please?"

"But I am doing that, angel," he said, pointedly pushing his tongue inside a moment before pulling away, "See? I'm using my tongue. Don't you like my tongue?"

"I do," you whined, "But I want your cock more."

Hongjoong pretended to think about it, rubbing your thighs and pecking your sex again. "I don't know," he said, pondering on it. "I'm enjoying just doing this. I haven't done it in a while."

"Your cock feels so much better though," you pleaded. "I love your tongue but I can never get enough of your dick."

"Well," he sighed, "When you put it that way and since you asked so nicely. I guess we could…"

You laughed together before he released you. He fumbled with the waistband of his pants a moment, before withdrawing his length from them. The shaft flushed red, it strained against his pelvis and twitched with arousal. The sight of him wearing nothing but his shirt, which ended up over his chest, was divine. Nothing you dreamt up could compare.  His groan was immediate when you rubbed yourself against him, your slick making the motion much easier than before. 

"Fuck," you breathed, feeling his shaft push between your folds, "I could do this…all day…" 

"I don't have a schedule today," he smirked, sitting up to put his arms around you, "And I can't imagine anything more fun than this."

You quickly fished a condom from the bag by the bed, and let him put it on before coming together again. You almost considered pretending to forget, so then he could cum in you again. You’d enjoyed it that night after the gangbang, and continuously thought about asking for it again. But, you know better and so does he. 

Angling himself with you, you both groaned with relief. Your walls squeezed around his cock, keeping it deep inside even when you started slowly bouncing in his lap. Hongjoong and you stayed close together, neither of you in a hurry to finish, and kissed. The juices still on his mouth and chin tinged your kiss, but neither of you cared. Kissing Hongjoong was enough. Your arms slipped around his in a passionate kiss, his body cradling you each time you met. You certainly would do this all day and night if he let you. Nothing felt as good as Kim Hongjoong, your boyfriend, deep inside you this way. Once you and him did it, it became difficult for either of you to stop. 

Something you felt with all the members. 

The sudden touch of his tip to your g-spot had you shaking and whining in his arms. Normally, when he sensed your orgasm, Hongjoong chased after it with steady strokes. This time, he palmed your breasts and kissed you while he let you work it yourself. His fingers brushed across both your nipples, bringing on more twinges of pleasure, and pinched them gently. The little motions on the sensitive peaks added to the torturous pace your orgasm approached.  He hardly moved his hips, though not out of laziness, but so he could watch you unravel in front of him. Hongjoong enjoyed watching you this way, whether with him or another member. He eventually sat back on his elbows once he heard your moans grow louder, and admired you as your orgasm approached. His eyes locked with yours, hazy and full of lust, and you didn't look away when you started saying his name woven into curses. One hand rubbed your clit in slow circles, and you saw him start shuddering. 

"Where…Where, baby?" Was all he could ask through his soft huffing. "Where do you want it?"

You thought about the gangbang again, and what Hongjoong did afterwards. You remembered how his semen leaked from you afterwards, getting onto your thighs and sheets. You haven't stopped thinking about it since it happened. The agency doctors cleared you of pregnancies or diseases, and advised abstaining from sex for a while but…

No. You couldn't. As much as the idea appealed to you, you can’t. A baby in your current situation could be bad for you and the members. 

But seven years together gave Hongjoong plenty of insight into you. "You want me to cum in you again, huh?" He smirked, rolling his thumb around your clit to help you along, "Disappointed the first time didn't take?" 

"Joongie," you giggled despite the pleasure building. "We can't."

"Alright, angel, but," he pushed himself further inside, "I want you to-to know…" he pulled you in close and said in your ear, "I'll cum in you whenever you want…as many times as you want. I loved cumming in you…so fucking much…"

But, into the condom it went. Your eyes closed, your orgasm stiffening your body in his grasp, you pictured his cum spraying thick streams against your walls. You wished he'd do it again just so you can feel that. Knowing he'd willingly do it made you want it more. Yet, you settled for pretending instead. 

Your orgasms subsided, but neither of you broke apart. You couldn't bring yourself to leave his embrace right away; not when you felt so close to him. You rested on top, enjoying the feel and warmth of his naked skin against yours; his cock remained inside you so you stayed firmly locked to him. You felt tempted to keep riding him even if he softened to have him a second time, but you couldn’t find it in you at the moment. His arms wrapped around your midsection, but he did not grope or fondle any part of you. He held you and you held him. 

Once again, that special connection that occurred when you first met blossomed between you. It scared you somewhat, you realized in his arms. 

You’ve been an Idol Companion for nine years, starting when you were nineteen up until now, and met Ateez two years into it. You dated smaller groups, and soloists before the boys. They all treated you well, took care of you and adored you. You enjoyed their company, and they, in return, enjoyed yours. You developed great friendships with some of them, and you’re always happy to see them if you cross paths. Yet, real love never came. The reality that your contract and your company is not forever constantly loomed over your head; it told you to never grow attached because it could end at any time. So, you never let yourself be too close or give too much of yourself away to your past partners. They had good memories with you; that is the most a Companion can really hope for….to be a memory. 

You didn’t want to be only a memory with Hongjoong. 

Or Seonghwa.

Or Yunho.

Or Yeosang. 

Or San, Mingi, Wooyoung or Jongho. 

You sometimes think about the day they disband and cry. It scares you. You never felt so attached to any one person or group before. You don’t think you could ever live without them, especially Hongjoong. Guilt filled you every time you thought that if they decided to end your relationship, you’d never recover. You can’t see yourself with anyone else. You knew if they broke up with you, the world around you would be bleak and lifeless. There'd be no Jongho to make a goofy joke or Yeosang to give a kind word when you feel like dying. No Wooyoung or San to shower you with kisses and compliments whenever you're insecure. Your twin towers, Yunho and Mingi…who would be there to partner with you on the dance floor? Seonghwa and Hongjoong, those two who are always there when you need them. You'd miss each and every one of them. This sad thought made you kiss Hongjoong again. This time it was deeper, longer, and full of everything you couldn’t put into words. You needed him to know how you might stop breathing if any of them left you. You didn’t break away as he rolled you onto your sides and brought the sheets over you both. 

“I love you too,” he whispered when he finally broke away, lips brushing against yours. “So much.”

“Never leave. Promise me.”

“I promise I won’t. None of us would ever leave you,” He snuggled you to him and said, “You’ve imprinted yourself on me, I know that much. Wherever I go, you’ll just be there with me too."

You shared a smile and another kiss before Hongjoong put on a movie for you to watch under the covers. Having this small bit of reassurance was enough to keep your spirits up the rest of the day. You spent most of it naked in bed, watching television or working on your laptops, and having sex a few times more. It turned out to be a perfect day. Around night time, someone knocked on the door. Hongjoong winked at you since he knew who it was. 

“I’m sorry, hyung,” he answered the door with fake innocence, “Did YN and I disturb you? I hope we weren’t being too loud. You know how YN gets when she’s really turned on.” 

“Shut up,” Seonghwa laughed, his reaction making you join in. 

You heard his heavy footsteps, and came face-to-face with one of the most handsome men you knew. Seonghwa stood in a black and white striped shirt tucked into black jeans. A simple look that suited him so well. He gave you a once over before smiling. 

“Hello beautiful,” he said, giving you a chaste kiss. “I haven’t seen you today. Hongjoong’s kept you hostage in here, huh?”

“He has,” you pouted, kneeling up and letting the sheets slide off you to reveal your naked body, “Please, Hwa, save me from him.”

His dark eyes swept over you once, then he smirked, “Oh, I’ll save you.”

Wrapping his arms around you, you both fell onto the bed and kissed. You could smell his faint cologne, and the body wash he’d used filling all of your senses. Naturally, your body wrapped around his and his kiss deepened. The feeling of his rough jeans against your bare sex tickled something inside you, but your body felt too worn out to react enough. Seonghwa, knowing your body better than most, picked up on this immediately and stopped. That. You didn’t want to lose that. How can you be expected to live without a partner like him now? 

“Where are you going all dressed up?” you asked, breaking away from him. 

“The maknaes want to go out for dinner,” he looked between you and Hongjoong, who threw on his shirt as Seonghwa spoke, “So I came to ask if you two wanted to come.”

You looked at Hongjoong, who said, “Sure. We’ll go. Where are we going?”

“They want sushi, so it’ll probably be a sushi place.”

“Ooh, sushi!” you cheered. You pecked Seonghwa’s lips and freed yourself from his embrace. “I need to shower, if we’re going to go.” 

“Alright,” Hongjoong said, kissing you next, “You go on ahead. I’ll be there in a minute.”

You walked into the bathroom, spacious and tiled in black and white, and turned on the shower. Voices from outside caught your attention, muffled by the door and the running water, but it comforted you all the same. Another thing you cannot live without now. You knew it’d end someday, because that’s simply how life has always been for you, but you intended to enjoy it for as long as possible. 

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Caring for a Duckling

Gibbs x Fem!oc

warnings: medical stuff, and boats... i guess?

summary: Gibbs is volunteered to care for Elaine after her concussion.

The sun splotched across Elaine’s face as her brain pulsated in her skull, splitting pains shooting down her spine. She attempted to open her eyes only to be met by a fresh spike of pain in the back of her head. She squinted against the light and tried to focus on her unfamiliar surroundings. The sheets she layed under were not her usual bamboo thread, but a homely, soft, cotton. The room she was in was unfamiliar. It was scarcely decorated, with what looked like quality, hand built furniture. She pulled the sheets from her body and looked down to find herself not in her scrubs, but a large, worn tee shirt and a pair of far oversized basketball shorts. Her brain scrambled to remember the events of the previous night, but it was like trying to collect water in a sieve.

Memory came in short, blurry flashes. A red hoodie here, a gurney there, and an old truck. Like watching a brief slideshow of her own evening. She didn’t remember drinking, let alone leaving her apartment. She rubbed her forehead, to be met with the soft scratch of gauze. Right, she had been hit in the head, hard. She began running a mental checklist.

Pain: moderately high

Memory loss sustained

Blunt force wound to the back of the head

Vision mildly blurry 

Delirium: no

Nausea: mild 

She sighed and looked out the window. She was greeted with a view of a small, well maintained garden. A face flashed through her head. Gibbs. She had been on the phone with him and he had been there when she woke up.

The door creaked lightly on its hinges and Elaine twisted towards the sound. Gibbs stood in the threshold holding a tall glass of water and some medicine.

“I was gonna leave these, but I guess you’re awake,” Gibbs said, “how are you feeling?”

“Bad,” Elaine answered honestly. Gibbs nodded and entered the room. He walked by her and placed the items on the carved bedside table, “you came to my house.”

“I did. I heard some commotion and came to check,” Gibbs shrugged.

“How did you get in?” Elaine asked.

“Same way the petty officer did. He broke your lock.”

“Oh…” At that moment something Dawned on Elaine, “did you change my clothes?!”

Gibbs chuckled, “no, you woke up and raided my closet before passing out again.”

“Ah,” Elaine nodded. She leaned her head into her hands and let out a long sigh, “what a nightmare.”

“Here, take these,” Gibbs held the pills and water in front of her, “it’ll help the pain.”

Elaine took the medicine, “I’m a doctor, gunny, I know what Tylenol does.” She quickly swallowed the pills dry and then took a few long gulps of the water. Gibbs gave a half smile and nodded.

“S’pose you do, doc.”

“Well I’m fine now, you can take me home,” Elaine moved to stand, ignoring the pounding in her head.

“Na-ah-ah,” Gibbs grabbed her upper arm, “I told Ducky I’d watch you today.”

“I’m a doctor, I can take care of myself.”

“Notorious fact that doctors make the worst patients.”

“And how would you know that, Gunny?” Elaine sassed.

“Because Ducky said so,” Gibbs' voice was even, he moved in close to her and Elaine felt her heart stammer for a moment, “now lay down.”

“Fine, fine,” Elaine put her hands up. Jethro released her arm and lifted the sheets for her, “I can get myself into bed.”

“I know.” 

Elaine rolled her eyes and scooted in, allowing him to fluff the sheets over her. She had to admit, the bed was nice.

~~~

The house had been quiet for a few hours and Elaine felt like she was going stir crazy. She slid herself out of the bed and began looking closer around the room. The furniture seemed unused, and if the fresh scent of laundry detergent was anything to go off of, Gibbs had probably retrieved her fresh sheets and blankets for the bed. There were no paintings or pictures on the walls, and while the decorations and furnishings were scarce they all held the signs of being homemade. Some from mismatched woods, others with intricate carvings. Elaine ran her hand over the dresser and slid open the top drawer. An assortment of linens, seemingly random. She closed the drawer and walked to the door, slowly turning the handle and cracking the door open with nary a squeak.

“Well oiled,” Elaine noted as she peeked down the hall. There were a few other doors, but what interested Elaine was the staircase down at the end of the hall. She padded down them quickly to be met with a much more open space. It was more decorated, the ghost of a woman’s touch fleeting in the details. A stack of coasters here, a small lamp there. Elaine smiled as she moved around the living space. It was clean, if not a little dated. There were books around the fireplace and a large TV hanging over the hearth. The leather couch was particularly worn on one cushion. The coffee table in front of it had a ring from a cup being placed over and over again. Elaine could imagine Gibbs sitting to watch TV in the same place every night, setting his cup on the edge of the coffee table.

While the space was inviting, it felt lonely. Like the ghost of Jethro would occasionally pass through the space, a specter in his own home. 

Elaine’s ears picked up a small scratching sound coming from an open door. She peeked through, finding the entrance to a basement. The scratching echoes through the cement room, a small amount of light being let in from the high windows. She approached the railing and peeked over, finding the boning of a wooden boat, and Gibbs dutifully sanding at one of the timber boards. The railing creaked under her weight.

“You should be laying down,” Gibbs said, the sanding stopped as he glanced up at her. Elaine simply shrugged and padded down the wooden stairs. Gibbs rolled his eyes and resumed his work.

“You build boats?” Elaine asked. Gibbs just nodded towards the wooden structure, “You know they make those automatic now.”

“Don’t use power tools,” Gibbs dusted the piece he was working on and resumed sanding.

“Really? None?” Elaine meandered to the workbench and took in the neatly organized tools. A series of manual drills, chisels, hammers, sanding blocks, and other woodworking tools Elaine didn’t recognize.

“Nope.”

Elaine peeked into his mug to find an amber liquid, she lifted it to her nose and sniffed. The scent burned in her nose and she cougehed, “bourbon?”

“It’s an acquired taste,” Gibbs said.

“That’s code for, ‘it’s gross until you get used to it’,” Elaine gave him a cheeky grin over her shoulder as she continued looking around the basement, “Got anymore sandpaper?”

“You should be resting, Dr. Wright,” Gibbs turned to her.

“I’m bored and something deep inside me tells me that I can handle some sandpaper after bumping my head,” Elaine leaned back against the workbench. Gibbs let out a sigh and held the sandpaper out to her. She grinned and took it, stepping around him and approaching the boat. She began sanding side to side and gibbs quickly stopped her, placing his hand firmly over hers and then guiding it up and down.

“With the grain of the wood,” He said. Elaine swallowed and peeked at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Right,” She nodded. His hand pulled away as he returned to the workbench.

Elaine spent the rest of the day practically tailing Gibbs until he placed a book firmly in her hands and had her sit down on the couch with an order to rest for the remainder of the day. It wasn’t long until she fell asleep.

~~~

Gibbs peeked out of the kitchen to find Elaine curled up on the couch. She laid in the worn spot he usually sat in. He sighed and shook his head. He grabbed a blanket from the closet and flicked it open. He laid it over Elaine and tucked it softly around her. He took the book from her hands and noted the page she was on before returning it to its place on the shelf.

His eyes flicked over to the front door when it creaked open. In the threshold stood Ducky, his coat draped over one arm and his briefcase in the other.

“I believe you are housing a little duckling, I’m here to take her home.”

(enjoyed it? Let me know what scenarios/episodes you want to see from Elaine and Gibbs next!)

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Cakeworthy x Tamagotchi Collection Review

The folks over at Cakeworthy sent us a beautiful Tamagotchi decorated PR box of the new Cakeworthy x Tamagotchi collection. It’s no surprise that Bandai Namco US is stepping up licensing of the Tamagotchi brand in North America, and this collection is evidence that it works! The collection features shirts, pouches, a purse, and more. We’ve not only unboxed the collection but personally tried each item and want to provide a review of each item. Spoiler alert, we love it.

Tamagotchi Blanket - this one has been giving us Gotchi dreams! We feel like Nemutchi wrapped in this incredibly soft, and warm blanket! The blanket is high quality, super plush, and we’re impressed not only by the cute design of Tamagotchi’s sleeping in their bed, but how you can tell that these are not going to wear off. Made from 95% polyester and 5% elastane, the blanket measures to 40” x 60” so it’s big!

Tamagotchi AOP T-Shirt - What does AOP stand for? All over print! This pink t-shirt is a vibrant pink with vintage Tamagotchi character sprites scattered all over (using screen print), on repeat! Its’ really cute and super soft made from 100% cotton! We love how this shirt comes in sizes S through 4XL! You will see us wearing this t-shirt often!

Tamagotchi T-Shirt Dress - Cute! This white t-shirt dress is a longer and wider cut featuring a day in the life of Mimitchi using vintage sprites, how cute? We really love how this one is different from the other prints in the collection, you can tell a to of attention went into it. There’s even print on both sleeves, made from 100% cotton, and available in sizes S through 4XL! This is a cute to wear out with leggings or jeans, or maybe even a pajama.

Tamagotchi Button Up Shirt - Dressing up for an event, or the office. Featuring the same repeated vintage Tamagotchi graphics as the t-shirt, but with a button down. This shirt is light, but durable. Made from 100% rayon material. Sizes S through 4XL.

Tamagotchi Bucket Hat - OMG, we are literally wearing this all summer, sorry not sorry! A cute pink bucket hat that features Tamagotchi silhouettes in white on repeat. The best part? The BEAUTIFUL EMBROIDERED TAMAGOTCHI UFO, THIS IS HIGH QUALITY AND ADORABLE. Sorry, but we’re in love. This is not printed on! Made from 100% cotton, adorable.

Tamagotchi Robe - We love a robe, and this robe is plush. A beautiful light blue, plush robe featuring the same Tamagotchi’s sleeping in their bed pattern that you see on the Tamagotchi Blanket. Featuring both a belt that also features the pattern (love that detail) and a front pocket where we’ve been storing our Tamagotchi’s in! 100% polyester.

Tamagotchi Crossbody Purse - We call it show stoppin’. This purse is the moment. We’ve been wearing this out and we get asked all the time about it. Who are you wearing? It’s Cakeworthy! Modeled after the iconic Tamagotchi P1 red clock design, and made from 100% polyurethane on the outside, and 100% polyester on the inside. It’s about the details.

The screen in the front is lenticular meaning as you rotate the bag the Mametchi graphic on the front changes! First Mametchi is just hanging out, then he’s eating! We also love how the buttons are stitched on to give that elevated look, and the paint used in the front for the clock design is built to last. The stitching is excellent too. The zipper also features a little heart charm, and feels like it’ll last, and as you open the bag you’ll see that the inside features pixel hearts and poop in a repeating pattern on a light blue material.

We love the the bag strap is long enough to wear crossbody, but also features the red polyurethane material that will rest on your shoulder to make it more comfortable.

Tamagotchi Coin Purses - Cute! These are really adorable and honestly every collector should get their hands on at least one. Featured in both the P2 blue shell, and P2 white & blue characters shell. They’re small enough to take with you everywhere, and also feature the same high quality graphics on the polyurethane material, stitching, raised buttons, and a zipper with the heart charm.

Open these up to reveal the same interior design and material as the purse, but much thinner. There isn’t a hook or anything to clip onto other than the zipper. We’ve been using these to transport our Tamagotchi’s around, and people will be talking!

Tamagotchi Blind Box Pins - This was a fun one, you don’t quite know which one you’re going to get, and that’s honestly the best part. These pins are solid have great detail on them. Including a lenticular screen that will show a Tamagotchi character in two different stages, and the pin has a nice backing to it to ensure it secures to your shirt, and stays put. It’s not just one of those cheap feeling pins. We’ve been decorating our outfits with it!

Tamagotchi Drop Sleeve Sweater - She’s an iconic, she’s a legend, and she is the moment, come on now! This one has our heart, we love her like a sister. We’re tearing up right now. She’s everything we ever wanted. First off, she is HIGH QUALITY AND THICK!

The graphics of the UFO, characters on one arm, Tamagotchi in Japanese on the other arm, whoever designed this, call us. This sweat shirt is going to keep in so warm in the winter, and everyone is going to be starring at that Tamagotchi UFO. Made from 60% cotton and 40% polyester, sizes S through 4XL.

Tamagotchi Tabbed Notebook - This is just unique, and adorable. When have we ever seen a tabbed notebook this nice with incredibly detailed Tamagotchi Land graphics? The tabs are vintage Tamagotchi characters and this is just a great notebook to write recipes, love letters (he loves me he loves you not), or mailing Bandai letters to bring back another Tamagotchi.

We also unboxed the entire collection on our YouTube channel, we even modeled each item, loves it!

As you can tell we are huge fans of the Cakeworthy x Tamagotchi collection. This collection is high quality, officially licensed, and features the nostalgia from the Tamagotchi Original. We think you’ll enjoy each item of the collection and we’re optimistic that we might see additional items in the future, because we want more!

[mywritingonlyfans]

054: "May I have this dance, wife?"

Oh, since I read your recent prompt, I can't stop smiling as a fool, that was extremely cozy, sweet and soft. Love what you're doing sooo much 🥺

And this one got me hooked. Even though it was in the wedding section, in my mind it's like you and Alex are already married and having a candlelit dinner in your big apartment in Paris (or whatever city it could be) with a stunning view, that you recently move to. The room has high ceilings and big windows, music is playing from the vinyl player, and he suddenly invites you to dance. You dance to old songs in the middle of the room, embracing, and there is no one but you at this moment. Probably you start to remember the moments of your youth, how you met each other and perhaps the conversation turns to your future, about children, and you go trying for your first one i dunno ahahhahaha

I just want to imagine Alex slowly dancing and I'm wondering what song it will be😋

ouch, this is so cute to read 😭 and i'm glad you're enjoying it!!! ur idea is so adorable, i feel bad it's just a blurb, yet i hope you like it!! ♥️ (there's no smut) ; (i added num 007 as well)

here's the prompt list

You were wearing one of his white button-down shirts, the collarbone slightly exposed, and you felt relaxed. It was near the end of the day, and Alex was wearing a tank top and cotton shorts that he only wore at home. You loved the intimacy of it all; it put a silly and fulfilled smile on your face. You placed the pasta on the balcony table—a simple and quick meal, accompanied by a bottle of wine. The sole and humble purpose of it was to have more quality time together. After Alex set the glasses, he put his hands on your waist and gave a quick kiss on the top of your head. In silence, with only soft music playing from inside the house, creating a cozy atmosphere, you finished lighting the candles scattered around, from the table to various spots on the floor.

When you first met Alex, you thought the honeymoon phase of the relationship would only last in the beginning, where everything was focused on conquest. However, over time, even after getting married, nothing had changed. He was just as intense as when he was in his 30s. You had recently moved to Paris, and you didn't know of any other place in the world that felt as "Alex" as this city. Sometimes, especially on Saturdays, you would go out for tea and explore the neighborhood in the morning just because it was incredibly beautiful. It had quickly become a habit. You would wake up to kisses and intertwined bodies, and as a routine, you would get ready together, sharing the bathroom and deafening laughter before heading out into the street.

The house you got yourself, located in the southern part of the country, was spacious, with a main room glass ceiling and a balcony offering a perfect view of the neighborhood's beautiful garden. Although you had loved the house right from the start, seeing Alex's radiant smile and vibrant eyes as he showed you the place made you realize that even if you hadn't liked it initially, you would have ended up loving it for him.

"May I have this dance, wife?" His accent sounded stronger in the cold wind. The candles weren't helping as much as you had hoped, and his warm hands embraced your chilly body. "It's cold. Come closer, babe." His voice was like a warm blanket, and sometimes you could swear he looked at you with the same affection you saw in his eyes when you first met and spent hours talking in a concert queue. You hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck, letting your fingers play with his curls. You buried your face in his chest and immediately felt more comfortable and warm.

He held you tighter and lifted your body slightly so that your feet were on top of his. Your laughter caused vibrations in his chest, and he felt his muscles relax as he saw you safe and happy with him. And you did feel that way, not just in the physical sense of the word, but in trusting your feelings and flaws with someone. You could be yourself, even let your mind empty while your movements were guided by him and the hypnotizing voice of Father John Misty. You could rest on him.

"What do you think we'll be like in ten years?" You asked, causing him to pause the movements, as if listening to you was more important. He rubbed his hands together, warming them up before placing them on your properly chilled cheeks, making you laugh. "I can't say for sure. I enjoy the present so much that I don't think of a future that's much different. Don't get me wrong. It's just that as long as I'm with you, it'll be worth it." You wrinkled your nose, wearing a slight smile.

Meanwhile, he grabbed one of the blankets from the bench and placed it over both of you, covering your hands, legs, and even your head, that were fitting perfectly against his body like a magnet. He made room for you without hesitation. "What's on your mind, babe?" he suggested, kissing your cheek, sensing from your expression that you were trying to say something more. "Well, I wanted to bring up the topic of having children with you, but I don't know how to do it without sounding like it's a too much of a thing. I know you've never really thought about it, but I thought we could start... I don't know." You spoke casually, not wanting to make it seem like a big deal or sound intimidating. He gently turned your chin to make you look at him and said, "I know it's a big thing, but I want to know more about it. I like the idea of having children with you. I'm afraid of the reality of it, yeah, as I can barely take care of myself, but I've always known your thoughts on the matter. I wouldn't have married you if I didn't consider the idea." His words came out slowly, with light breaths, typical of Alex. It was as if he had rehearsed those lines, as if he knew or expected this conversation would come at some point and he didn't want to disappoint you. You found it cute of him. You didn't say anything, but you had a happy aura, with smiles and a light heart, that made Alex feel the same way. There was a flutter of excitement in your stomach, but it felt so right.

You brought the wine glass to your lips, realizing it had turned cold. You suddenly realized that you hadn't noticed the passing of time, but it was a common occurrence. The food would be the same, yet you would eat it as if it were the best meal you had ever tasted. Between bites, Alex kissed your face, sealing your lips together before more laughter filled your chests.

"You know, your kisses still taste like standing for about 6 hours to see The Strokes up close for the thousandth time, but this time being the most important of all." He would be happy to train and subsequently have happy children with you.

[lldolphin]

Travis Phelps x Demon!Reader? 🤔

totally love this concept.♡

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a/n; this isn't proofread. its also just a short oneshot because i wasn't exactly sure how to write for a demon! reader. <3

The devourers of God had one mission and one mission only. To bring a demon to the surface of the Earth. No matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice. It had a big impact on young Travis Phelps, who was just trying to get through high school and the pain his father had given him..

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He was stressed, understandably. Nothing was more stressful than being pressured to follow the word of God when you knew your own family was doing what was against it. Constantly asking the higher-up what he was doing wrong. If there even was a higher-up.

But it was also hard trying to hide something from God. The fact that he was seeing...dating something against the good force.

He had summoned you again, you're grey skin slowly appearing into a figure he could make out sitting on his bed. He had new purple welts on his arms, and nail scratches down his leg. His brown eye was squinted, and swollen with a bruise. Purple mostly, his eye-white was red and bloodshot. Black rings around the crease in his eye. He looked solemnly at you.

"Hey.."

His voice was hoarse, you knew he was trying to quiet himself, he didn't need his father hearing him with someone, especially after the lecture he already received. More so a screaming battle, you could only imagine the pain Travis has to go through now.

"What's wrong? You normally don't...y'know. You don't usually wanna talk this late,"

You'd murmur while shifting more comfortably on his stiff bed. The old wood croaks under you, your almond-shaped claws scratch gently at your arm.

"I just...wanted to.." He hesitates, furrowing his defined brows, and scoffs at himself. Almost as if he was annoyed at what he was saying.

He waves you off and snaps, "Whatever...forget it."

This confuses you. You flinch back. His attitude surprises you, but it doesn't at the same time. He often was...off towards you. Whether he liked to or not.

"Whatever. Nevermind. Can you..stay for the night?"

"As in...Sleep here?"

Confusion washed over you, he seemed to notice. Your confusion was understandable...If his father were to catch him, you don't even know what would happen. Sometimes it felt as if you were living in fear, because of your demonic nature -- it confused you. You felt like people should be living in fear of you.

"Yeah, I...I'll stay.." You mumble, crawling up into his sheets. Balls of lint pill off of his cheap sheets. He was lucky enough his father even bought him sheets and blankets. Even though they were bad quality, and the seams opened at the ends where the plush cotton would come out -- it was still something. He crawled right in after you, immediately resting in your embrace.

"Don't fuckin' scratch me.."

He started, letting you spoon him and nuzzle your head into his chestnut-scented hair. It sometimes made you laugh. Humans could be silly that way, caring so much about their appearance.

"Freak.." Was the finished response, before you heard a soft exhale. You felt his body go loose in your tender grasp, he was asleep.

Asleep with you, and everything felt right again.

[thescrumblingmidwife]

So I actually have a separate hymen and want to talk a little about it and ask a question.

I first started my period at 12, and that was no big deal. It was always spaced out by about 6 months. But when I started synchronized swimming and water polo, it became a problem. I had tried to use tampons, but my body just wouldn't let me. My mom kept telling me I must've been too tensed up. Finally, when I was 15, I was able to use one so I could go to a pool party.

Party ended, I got home, tried to change the tampon...

And I couldn't.

I kept trying to remove it, but it felt like it was caught on something. So my mom and I went to the ER and the lady who helped me was very kind and suggested I use sports tampons due to how they absorb and open up.

A few other instances of things feeling like they got "hooked" on something and finally feeling around, I realized there was that extra tissue there.

Even with tampons that don't unfurl like a massive block of cotton, it still hurts and takes me a few tries to remove tampons, but the problem is that I'm terrified of surgery. I know it would improve my quality of life in regards to menstruation, but I don't know how to broach the topic with family (fyi I am an adult, but still live with my parents and I am unable to drive) or my doctor.

Do you have any advice on how to bring it up and what to expect/how to not be so nervous?

Also, apologies for the long ask!

Hi Anon!

Thank you so much for sharing your experience with us!

I will share one with you: I also had a septate hymen, and I know exactly what you're talking about with the pain of tampon use. I lived with it for years - even managing to have sex around it, until one day it finally snapped, causing a lot of bleeding and pain. The result was a lot of scar tissue, that caused painful intercourse for years. All of which I thought was completely normal, because no one ever told me otherwise. When I finally had the procedure (called a "hymenotomy") to remove the extra tissue, it changed my life.

Because I had that experience, I can also tell you what will happen with a hymenotomy. I hope reading this will help ease your anxiety:

You'll go to the facility where your doctor performs procedures (may be a hospital, outpatient clinic, or surgical center). You'll be asked to put on a gown and sit on a gurney. They'll probably cover you in warm blankets. A nurse will give you an IV. Then, they will either wheel or walk you down to the procedure room. You'll be asked to sit on a high table, and probably to scoot your bottom close to the edge. Your doctor will be there, as well as an anesthetist and a nurse. They will put a mask over your face, and have you count back from 10. You'll get to about 8 or 7 before you get SO TIRED you fall quickly into the best sleep you've ever had. When you wake up, it will be like no time passed, and it will be done. The postprocedure discomfort is pretty mild and can be handled with Tylenol. You may have a couple of stitches, which will either dissolve on their own, or may be the kind the doctor will remove at a follow-up to check your healing. And then you'll never have to worry about snagging tampons ever again!

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Now, Anon, how to bring it up?

Do you currently see a gynecologic healthcare provider? If not, that's where you need to start. As an adult with a vagina, you should regularly see one for well-woman care and screenings. If you need your parents' help finding one, you don't need to share any information beyond "current best practice guidelines state that I should be receiving gynecologic care and I would like to do so." You're entitled to medical confidentiality, even from parents, even from parents you live with and whose insurance you are on, and who drive you places.

Once you've gotten an appointment with a gynecologic provider, I think you'll find the topic can come up quite naturally. The provider will ask if you have any concerns you want to discuss. You will want to tell a provider about your issues with an obstruction before they perform any kind of exam - and it should be visually obvious to a provider as well. (The provider will always look before touching, and warn you every step of the way). The provider will then have a conversation with you about your options, and give you the information you need to make a decision. She should also be able to help you decide how much you need or want to explain to your parents.

I hope this was helpful to you, and maybe ameliorated a tiny bit of your anxiety. The unknown is so much scarier than the real thing!

[anniebass]

ok so this is on the bedding thing you just posted about (i feel qualified to answer bc i am american and also my dad sells mattresses and bed stuff)

so basically, we use blanket as like. a general term for all blanket stuff which can include duvets and comforters and other types of blankets. most americans have The Blanket which is a shitty itchy wool blanket like you were talking about, usually its too small to use and you give it to a guest you don't really like.

as for the duvet/comforter thing you mentioned: duvets are 2 pieces, the outside bit and an insert. this is by definition, but sometimes the insert isn't able to be removed. i think technically the duvet is the inside part but im not 100% sure. a comforter is like a duvet, except it doesn't have a cover and is one piece, usually its filled with something, either a synthetic cotton (cheap) or feathers (expensive).

americans also tend to have quilts, either handmade or store bought. handmade quilts are very nice and usually passed down in the family or made by someone's grandma/aunt/mother and given as gifts. these are blankets that are made of fabrics and multiple layers, most of them are multiple types of textiles gathered and put together in an artistic fashion. grandmas love quilts.

as for other types of blankets, usually people keep "throw blankets" on their couches, these are mostly decorative and can be some kind of cotton or other fabric. sometimes they're a plush fabric and super soft it really depends on who, i keep a plush blanket on my couch.

most people have a bedding set which includes a fitted sheet, a flat sheet, pillow cases, and either a comforter, duvet, or quilt. you can literally buy these at the store for super cheap or they can be super expensive. high quality stuff is usually not sold as a set, for example i was gifted a "down comforter" from my dad which is a really high qualify blanket, i think mine has goose feathers? but most people just have regular comforters, generally the nicer bedding you have the more money you have?

its also common for families to have a closet in the house dedicated to storing extra blankets, sheets, and towels. i think the rule of thumb is to have 1 extra set of sheets per bed, a handful of smaller blankets for guests, and maybe 1 or 2 extra comforters/duvets/quilts for the whole house. also a lot of people have recently been investing in weighted blankets.

this also all depends on *where* you live. if you live in a warmer area like the south or in the desert you don't really keep that many heavy blankets on hand, so you're less likely to see people living in say, arizona, using those heavier comforters or duvets, they tend to stick to single layer blankets. the opposite is also true, people in michigan will probably keep more blankets on hand because it gets wayyy colder.

anyways! hope this helps :)

tysm for the extensive write-up! The bedding discourse thickens!!

Also quilts are so fuckign cute, you americans popped off with quilts. Idk where grandmas also quilt, not in my parts I think, I think in Poland grandmas either embroider or knit their blankets, or make elaborate crochet bed covers. My mom (who is also a grandma) has knitted me a cashmere throw blanket last year, it's dope for winters or getting cozy on the couch.

Also yeah. The US being so huge and multicultural is a big part of the nuance, can't imagine people in hot climates needing down duvets (though A/C is a thing, unlike in Europe). I wonder about bedding situation in houses of emigrants! I bet people with german grandparents grew up knowing duvets, while people coming, say, from south Asia, have different arrangements.

It's all super interesting!

[hymnoire]

"Your feet are freezing!" chiwon @ mara :) the other bed-sharing options were too sweet; chiwon is going to complain the whole time... ( but secretly she is feeling oh-so-cozy and safe when her and Mara share a bed 💛)

"Oh Yeah? You like my cold feet? You want more of them?" Mara replies on a cheeky tone as she turns around in the bed to face Chiwon. There were nights like this, nights of sleepovers just the two of them here in Chiwon's bedroom. The sheets are comfortable, the bed frame is of quality, a comfort that could pass as the perfect illusion of not being stuck in a recorated prison cell. Out of playfulness and quite frankly just wanting to annoy Chiwon even more. Mara entangles their legs under the blanket, only to press her feet even more against Chiwon's, perfect knowing the other will fight back. It does make Mara laugh to mess around, making sure she keeps her feet on Chiwon's no matter how much the other tries to dodge and push her away, using hands to remain in place and letting out laughters of chaos making. After a small game of tangled limbs and legs, she slows her teasing down as she still faces Chiwon in the dark. The blanket is right above both of their shoulders, keeping them warm in their matching white cotton night tanks and shorts. Their eyes are connected under the dimmed lights of the corridors bulbs as Mara's fingers reach out to Chiwon's hair. Whenever together, Mara forgets about the cruelty of the world they left outside, the one they left behind, the unfairness and the violence that lead her to become what she became, a pariah, a murderer. A part of her did not want to ever be released, to just stay here in this microcosm of concrete they made their queendom out of. It was as twisted as delusional, to think this reality was the sweetest she ever knew - however - this gentle illusion made her nights peaceful, lulled by a feeling of being exactly where she is supposed to be. There is this game of theirs sometimes, one she likes playing with Chiwon where they imagine a complete new life for themselves : new identities, new names, new daily routines, incongnito and free. "I found a name for our store. So how about At Chira's? It's the combination of our names like Chi for Chiwon and Ra for Mara-" She pauses, her eyebrows bending slightly. "Oh wait no.. Now that I say it out loud, it sounds like some crappy restaurant where only serve a bunch of retired yakuzas-" She then speaks, her index finger still twirling with the other's lock gently. "The Wonders of Chiwon and Mara? Ugh- Yeah now it's a strip club- " A laughter escapes from her lips. "God you know what, we should just open some shady business, at least I got ugly names fitting for that," Mara adds in a joking tone, a sleepy laughter following. There is a silence she leaves before carrying on, her eyes drifting a bit, breaking the eye contact with Chiwon however, their faces remaining close. "Hey..." She whispers again, in a tone that's almost impossible to hear. "... If we get out of there, I mean, when we're free and everything, you won't leave me behind right?" The grand Inspector Lim Mara, back in the days used to stand high and strong, wrapped in an ego of praise and notorioty and status. The episodes that followed in her life however proved to Mara how everything and everyone she ever knew simply turned their back on her. Despising her, walking away from her, not daring to pronounce her name anymore for her sins. Even her very own mother. "... You won't go away.. Yeah?"

        bed sharing starters:    still accepting.

[dteamain]

I have a lot of merch! I can give reviews!!

The hoodies are very soft! They are comfier than any other hoodie i have

The dt card crewneck is a bit in the thinner side but still very soft, the black dream Smile membership crewneck,,,, is so fkn stiff tho😭 it has my favorite design but i dont know what material they used or what they did differently but its kind of on the harder side (not harsh on the skin and still soft to the touch just a very stiff material)

The grey sapnap valentines crewneck is my absolute fave piece of merch, tied with the 29/30mil hoodies!

The crewneck falls incredibly on the body, is SUPER soft and its very high quality!! Love it to pieces

I also have a few shirts and tbh they are just... cotton shirts lol nothing special tho the print on one of mine is fucked up :/

The drillow is the softest thing i have EVER touched and i highly reccomend it!! The material is SO soft and the stuffing makes it perfect for cuddles😭 the totebag is super big and very sturdy! Def reccomend but the blanket is a bit on the thiner side materialwise...a bit too thin to keep u warm but the stiching is very cute!

And the socks are super well made! If he still had em i would also reccomend them but alas😭

the sapnap valentine sweater is god fucking tier like it’s the best piece of clothing I have people tell me they like it all the time it’s so cozy I love love love it

[cherryseptember]

Mattresses Have Made some amazing progress

The earliest people stayed in bed caves, on the harsh floors of their homes. Before long, they began using grass and different passes on to make some sort of delicate rests where they could establish their bodies. Steadily, people turned out to be increasingly cutting-edge and moved from caverns to homes. Among the conveniences they inspired themselves to embellish their homes were these rests. All things click here considered, by the day's end, who doesn't need something delicate to rest the tired body? Thus, mattresses appeared.

The primary appropriate mattresses were used in the Neolithic period when leaves, grass, straw and creature skin were used. The Persians made the principal water bed around 3600 BC by making mattresses with goat skin and putting water inside them. Over time, mattresses turned out to be increasingly more high level during the rules of the Egyptians and the Romans. Cotton and fleece mattresses previously came into use in the eighteenth hundred years and by the mid eighteenth 100 years, cloth tracked down its place to make appealing mattress blankets. By the 1930s, mattress producers began using other counterfeit stuff to improve mattresses that were not so much knotty but rather more comfortable. Materials like spring and froth tracked down use in making mattresses. The cutting edge mattresses are made using vinyl, adaptive padding and vulcanized elastic.

The name mattress is gotten from Arabic which means to toss, where something is tossed and mat or cushion. At the point when the English, during the Crusades, began sleeping on the cushions tossed on the floor, then, at that point, alongside these cushions, they likewise embraced the name to be used in their language.

The advanced mattresses are made using fake stuff that makes them more comfortable and furthermore simpler on the body. Mattresses currently are intended to take on the shape of the body so that the highs and lows of the body get settled inside the mattress and there is no weight on any part. Mattresses come in various shapes and sizes and the quality differs as per the award one will pay for them.

The biggest mattress size is called Fabulous King. It is followed, arranged by lessening size, by Super King, King, Double, Small Double, Single, Small Single, etc. The smallest mattress size is called Bunk or Baby.

A portion of the parameters that characterize mattress quality are called pressure conveyance, cleanliness, edge support, skin microclimate and long haul soundness. At the point when Dr. Duncan Bein worked for the Prescriptions and Medical services Items Administrative Office in the Assembled Kingdom, he developed these parameters.

[definitionsfading]

I'm really intrigued about that bedding poll (or your tags that is) because I know bedding culture varies so much even between european countries (I had an exchange student from Italy once and because I had been to Italy first and had been rather overwhelmed with how to use the bed there, I was aware enough to ask if she knew how "the bed worked" when we were about to go to bed at night and she just looked at me helplessly and said "no" lol) - anyway I have two questions:

1) that flat sheet (which I have never heard of before in my entire life): do you lie between the fitted sheet and the flat sheet or between the flat sheet and the duvet?

2) did the duvets in England have no duvet covers?!

in America if you buy a set of sheets at the store, every single standard set comes with two pillowcases, a fitted sheet that goes around the mattress, and then a flat sheet that goes between the fitted sheet and the duvet lol. this is without exception! the flat sheet gets tucked under the corners of the mattress at the foot of the bed so it stays put while you sleep, but you can still pull it back and get into bed as needed up at the head of the bed. 1) we lie between the fitted sheet and the flat sheet, and the duvet or blanket goes on top of the flat sheet. lying between them prevents body oils and other things (heavy lotions, etc) from getting directly on the duvet or the blanket. it's just general consensus here for most people that two cotton sheets are easier to wash and deal with than wrestling a duvet or duvet cover every week. much of the American South also deals with horrifically hot summers, even at night, so some people tend to sweat in their sleep and don't even need a duvet for half of the year. it's nice to have the breathable flat sheet on your body without the heaviness of a blanket or duvet. 2) the duvets in England DID have duvet covers, but at the airbnb we stayed at especially, it was clear the duvet cover had not been washed ahead of our visit 💀 it had some kind of smudge/stain on it and when we first arrived to drop off our luggage, only the fitted sheet and the pillowcases were in the wash at the time (the duvet was just sitting on the bare mattress). I'm sure some airbnb hosts probably wash their duvet covers but ours DID NOT lmao and I was so jet lagged and exhausted and without any other options so I just....did what I had to do and went to sleep. but it bothered me immensely while I was there 😂 later when we were in a hotel, there wasn't a flat sheet either, nor anything to bathe with!? the beds were horrific and from the 1980s at least though so I have no idea if they washed the duvet covers or not, but with the poor quality of service provided I'm guessing they didn't wash them between every guest and stay. I probably just had two bad apples while I was there, I'm not holding it against the entire country...but I do think in high traffic places like hotels that a flat sheet would be a more sanitary option.

[ahotcutea]

The winter season can only me marked by one thing ~~ COATS! And you bet a I saw one today

I've been wanting to make a blog about coats ( really any blog but college and my mental health have been fighting me so I've rested on blogging)

I am a super cold person and usually like the cold, It is awkward to put a coat out in the middle of September but now that it is mid-(endish) October, we are about to see those portable blankets (aka coasts jackets, etc.!!) I'm here to tell you the BEST types of coats, not just the best kind of coats but my favorite coats, pretty much the same thing LOL.

Before diving in, let me tell you about my jacket philosophy.

I believe a jacket should keep you snug, not sweaty !! never sweaty, you should feel a nice breeze once in an arm lift. They should never be constringing in the arms, and ALWAYS get a jacket that fits around your shoulders, I once bought a long coat that was super cute, but just fitted horribly around the shoulders it was sooo uncomfortable and now for over 4 years it's sitting in my closet just collecting dust ;( , I might have to take it to the tailors.

**Make sure to know how to take care of the fabric !!!!

To sum up my whole jacket philosophy:

The jacket/coat is the statement NOT ( sometimes ) what's under it

The List

1- Knit / Crocheted / handmade coats and jackets

I really love the look of a nice crochet or knit sweater and the same goes for a jacket/ coat. Now technically these are cardigans or capes, but I like to muddly everything under one thing. and to me, these will be coats. ANYWAYS - I nice wool mixed with another type of textile would be nice for a coat. these styles are soo adorable too, and very versatile. you can wear them with pretty much everything and even extend them to the late fall or early spring. ( buying these from small Etsy accounts or fairs is the way to go, maybe even make your own, I started crocheting on similar to the far left jacket)

2- Wool / Cotton / Tweed/ Leather Coats

These are my favorite type of coats EVER, I don't think you understand, they are warm ( sometimes sweaty) , very high quality, durable, and most important of them all, pretty !!.

These coats are structured , cause of their materials, and they are just gorgeous , I love the way they stand on their own form around the body . THye come in lots of patterns and colors. while they are pricey , I love the look . i used to have a tweed coat int he second grade, and till this day I have it , its in prefct conditnal and all. when I tell you these coats are the COATS OF THE WINTER, don't under estimate them . they're also versile in the way you can dress them up or down , I just love these coats. if I had t money I would buy on e, but now days its hard to find an authentic coat of the fabric and not a synthetic that's cep being sold for the price of a sturdy coat.

3. Cape-style coats/jackets

Now I know that these aren't jackets or coats, but I enjoy them a lot. I think they are a more heavy-duty alternative to the throw-on sweater, I think they're prettier than a typical target cardigan, and I think they are unique and cute. elegant, very flexible, and unique. these with just simple pants and boots, or a skirt and sneakers really can carry an outfit, and you won't be too hot.

They also are a nice not challenging knitting project for any faster / advanced knitters, I won't be making one cause -to me- it is too much work, id rather make a scarf.

Oooo should I make my favorite types of scarves??

Anyywaysss I hope you enjoyed this little list of my favorite things to wear in the winter. I started drafting this mid-October... and now it's a day before November - I guess just in time, or not too late ..? idk its up to you.

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An Overview Of Buying Heavy Winter Quilts

The quilt is an important part of any bedding design. It adds warmth and beauty to the bedroom. The right quilt will improve your sleep environment's comfort, aesthetics and overall appeal. Sanganeri print quilts online can also add warmth and flair to our bedroom. However, choosing the right one is difficult due to the wide variety of options available.

It can be challenging to find the right bedsheet, regardless of whether you are looking for one to add style to your bedroom or to help keep warm in the winter. There are so many choices on the market that it is important to take into consideration several factors before purchasing. This post will provide you with some blanket advice to help you choose the right quilt.

Determine what you require.

Before you begin your hunt for the best quilts, it is important to determine your personal needs. Consider the intended purpose of your quilt: Do you want it to be a piece that provides warmth or is it purely decorative? You can choose the quilt type that will best suit your needs by determining what you require.

Consider the size of your quilt.

Blanket online comes in different sizes. It is important to choose the right one for your bed. If the quilt is too small, it may not be enough to cover your entire body. A large one might take over too much space on your bed. For a perfect fit, you should measure your mattress and use the manufacturer's size chart.

Select the appropriate material.

Material plays a major role in determining the comfort and durability of online blankets. Quilting is commonly made from cotton, wool, silk and other synthetic fibres. Cotton comforters are comfortable and breathable.

The silk winter double blanket is luxurious and suitable for warm climates. Wool quilts can be a great option for the cooler months. Consider your own preferences and the weather when choosing the fabric of your quilt.

Check the quilt for sewing.

Stitching has a direct impact on the overall quality and durability of a quilt. Attention should be paid to stitching techniques.

Quilts that are machine or hand-stitched have a traditional design and last a long time. You can tell if the work is of high quality by looking for neatly spaced lines and crisp stitching.

Check the fill type and weight.

double winter blanket is usually filled with down, synthetic fibers or feathers. Down quilts, while lightweight and offering excellent insulation are usually more expensive. Feather Quilts are cozy, but they can be bulkier.

Quilts for winter made from synthetic fibers can be affordable and hypoallergenic. Consider your preferences and allergies when choosing the type of fill and weight for your quilt.

Care for the quilt.

Consider how easy it is to clean and maintain the quilts for winter before making your purchase. Some quilts are machine washable, while others must be dried cleaned. Care instructions are provided by the manufacturer. Make sure you follow them to make sure the Jaipuri Razai is suitable for your lifestyle.

Study client testimonials

Before making a decision, read reviews from consumers and compare ratings. These testimonials will give you a better idea of a quilt's comfort and durability. Consider the positives and negatives in these reviews to make an educated decision.

A blanket is more than simply choosing a color or design that matches your room's décor. Consider factors like the size, fabric, stitching and fill type when searching for the perfect quilt to suit your needs and preferences.

If you follow this advice, you'll make the right choice and add a stylish and pleasant addition to your bed.

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all the uhh cut & clothes queries for callie :]

Ah! The cat girlie superhero time >:)

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

This eight year old is ROCKING her big girl Batman PJs. She also has Wonder Woman ones but only wears them when the other ones aren't in the wash.

day: What does your OC wear on a normal day? Why do they default to those clothes? Do they wear similar things, or do they change it up?

She wears a lot of different things but usually goes with a skirt with shorts under it and a t shirt. Sometimes she'll ditch the skirt entirely but usually sticks to a certain style of sporty girl.

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

She usually doesn't like dressing formally cause it usually means no fun but her mom and brother want her to look her best so she tries! Has a nice flow purple and white dress she throws a black jacket over. She hides a pair of pants under them in case she needs to "get serious".

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

BIG T-SHIRTS all the way. Along with baggy tattered pants. On weekends she just gets into her brother's hand-me-down clothes and lays about until there's something to do.

outerwear: What's your OC's outerwear situation? Jacket, sweater, cloak? What sort of weather do they deal with most and how do they protect themselves?

She's in the midwest so LOTS of wind and humidity. Can deal with the humidity with her usual wear but for wind she tries to have some form of shawl or blanket near to avoid getting chilly.

footwear: What does your OC wear on their feet?

Yellow sneakers for the most part, will sometimes slip on some nice boots in the winter though. HAS to be slip on or velcro cause she detests the idea of any kind of knot.

road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?

Since her dad's a truck driver, she'll sometimes get the chance to ride with him! She usually wears a T-Shirt under a big old sweatshirt along with some longer jeans cause he usually blasts the ac way cold. And always carries a little to-go bag that's just her DS and a notebook to scribble on if she gets bored on the way.

armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it?

Most of her heroine outfit is just a nice little sleeveless tux with shorts and gloves! The helmet of it has night vision and also a communicator with her brother and the knee as well as shoulder pads are just for extra safety. Her brother Scott was the one that assembled the outfit and gadgets all together in an effort to help her help the town.

arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they're not fighting?

She has weapons and gadgets her brother made for her! Her belt can turn into a grappling hook, shoes and mock cat ears give her a sense of attacks before they happen, gloves have a Swiss army knife type deal and the pads on it help her stick and her collar can snap off and become a staff! When not fighting crime it all usually just gets stuffed back into her pack.

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

The entire clothes store Justice. Some Claires aesthetics are also squeezed in there but for the most part I wanted the early 2010s style of kids clothing for weird little girls/aff.

texture: Does your OC favor any specific kinds of cloth or textures? Is there anything they can't wear or don't like? What sort of fabrics do they prefer?

This girl loves the feel of cotton. T-Shirts are her bread and butter and loves tugging her collar so much. She also enjoys the sounds and feel of her bead bracelets clinking together!

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

Like many young girls she gets SO many clothes from family members and such and her family can afford new things but she never usually asks for them! Can go off what she gets. Also in theory she can fix her clothes; she usually just lets her mother or grandpa handle that for her cause she hasn't mastered needle work.

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A City of Bells

Chapter V — Part I

But if Jocelyn was not altogether enjoying himself, Felicity was. She was taking several months’ rest from the stage and had meant to pay a round of visits to adoring friends, but the shop fascinated her so much that she threw over the adoring friends and remained on the spot to help with the books.

Hugh Anthony was enjoying himself too, asking questions about shopkeeping, and Henrietta and Grandfather, and old Martha of the sweet-shop, who had taken such a fancy to Jocelyn that she announced she would come every morning and “do” for him, leaving the sweets to the care of old Mary and their niece ’Arriet Kate, who though a little wanting in the top story could always manage the change if the kind customers told her what to give … In fact they were all enjoying themselves, except Jocelyn.

Yet even he felt happy sometimes, for he already had for the house with the green door an almost passionate love, and in preparing it for its duties he imagined he felt as a mother must do who dresses her daughter for her bridal.

The front room with the bow-window made a perfect shop. Mr. Loveday, the carpenter and undertaker, very kindly gave them a lot of coffin wood for the shelves quite cheaply. Something about the misty atmosphere of Torminster made everyone live till a hundred and ten, and poor Mr. Loveday, who had only come to the city recently and had been unaware of the preservative quality of its atmosphere, found the coffin trade not what he had expected and was only too thankful for the work of erecting the shelves. There were curved tiers of them in the window, taking the curve of the bow in a most artistic way but not high, so as not to obscure the charming view of Jocelyn inside behind the counter. The walls of the room, and of the little room on the other side of the passage that was to house the library books, were lined from floor to ceiling with shelves, and the floorboards were varnished and polished till they shone like ebony.

The green door was given a coat of new emerald paint and the doors and window-frames inside the front rooms were painted scarlet. It was Henrietta’s taste. Jocelyn thought it too bright, but was not listened to.

Felicity was enchanted by the beautiful old kitchen with its beams and rose-red tiles, which had been scrubbed till they took on an almost velvety softness. She bought copper pots and rose-sprigged china, and Grandmother, Grandmother, with another outburst of generosity, unearthed some lovely old silver that she did not use and gave it to Jocelyn for a present.

Jocelyn’s mother who, though she dared not say so to Thomas her husband and Hubert her son, was thrilled by the whole thing, bought lengths of Liberty material out of money she ought to have been buying new blankets with and sent them to Jocelyn for curtains and cushion-covers. Sarah cut them out and Felicity and Henrietta made them, sitting on Grandmother’s drawing-room floor and stitching away under her sharp eye.

Felicity was an expert sewer. Her seams were straight as the high road and her neat stitches marched along them at regular intervals like well-drilled soldiers. She never pricked her finger, she kept her cotton clean and she sang as she worked … Henrietta watched her sew in marvelling adoration.

For with Henrietta it was otherwise. Her stitches progressed along her seams like poor little hunchbacks crawling up twisted country lanes. Somehow her cotton, though it might start life blue or pink or green, was always jet black by the time she had been sewing with it for five minutes, and the progress of its journey was marked by dots of blood. But she would not give in. Felicity, Grandmother, Miss Lavender, Ellen and Sarah all offered to relieve her of her pair of curtains, but she would not hear of it. She sewed on and on, hour after hour, breathing heavily, and now and then, when no one saw her, crying a little because her pricked finger was so sore. When at last the labour of love was completed Felicity hung the curtains in the post of honour, the window of Jocelyn’s sitting-room looking on the garden. And she did not wash out Henrietta’s bloodstains, instead she pointed them out to Jocelyn. “Not every man,” she said to him severely, “can say that a woman has literally bled for him.”

This sitting-room was the only room in which Jocelyn did not allow himself to be dominated by feminine taste. He sent to London for his few personal treasures and locked the door on the inside while he arranged them. He hung school and regimental groups and a few etchings against the old panelling of the room and spread a shabby but beautiful Persian rug on the floor. He stacked his pipes on the mantelpiece and bought a table and bookcases for his books and two comfortable but modern arm-chairs from Mr. Bell across the way, who furnished as well as draped. He heaped his walking-sticks in one corner and his fishing tackle in another and put hooks in a third to hang his mackintosh and gardening hat on.

“It won’t do, Jocelyn,” said Felicity, when admitted. “It simply won’t do. The rug is lovely, but it clashes with the curtains, and the chairs are too modern. You want period pieces in a house like this. Look how lovely your bedroom looks, with the little four-poster and the old chest of drawers … You oughtn’t to mix etchings with dreadful groups of moustached soldiers, and school-boys don’t look right on panelling.”

“They are my friends,” Jocelyn told her gently, “and it’s my panelling. You know, Felicity, I care about beautiful things as much as you do, but everyone needs one room where they can heap up their past regardless of beauty. Every picture and stick and pipe in this room reminds me a bit of the past that I liked. One can relax in one’s past. One hasn’t got to do anything about it any more … And it’s companionable, too.”

Felicity looked up at him anxiously. “Will you be lonely here? Will you regret coming here and hate me for helping to make you come?”

The June sunshine lay in patches on the floor, outside in the garden the roses were in bud and Felicity in her blue frock looked entrancing … Jocelyn laughed, for loneliness seemed as far away as last night’s dreams.

“I don’t think I shall ever regret coming,” he said. “I haven’t enjoyed humbling myself to do it, and perhaps I shall go through times in this house that I shan’t enjoy either, but I promise you that I’ll never regret.”

His last word seemed to fall into the stillness of the room like a stone flung into a well. It seemed to Felicity that its falling sent ripples outwards to the walls that broke in echo. “Regret.” She could hear the sound of the spoken word fading away into silence yet living on in every room of the house. She walked to the door and then came suddenly back to Jocelyn, seizing his hands impetuously. “Don’t regret!” she implored him. “Don’t! There’s been too much of it here. Regret for the past must be awful to bear … One can’t do anything about it any more … You said that yourself.”

“Felicity, what’s the matter with you?” Jocelyn rallied her. “Come into the shop and see the till for the filthy lucre.”

They went out and the room was left with only the word regret alive in it.

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