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[coridallasmultipass]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTEST WIDDLE SNAKEY WAKEY.

I can't believe my son is 18!! I estimated a birth date for him to be about a month before I got him in fall of 2006, since he was such a widdle month-old baby sneky. I always try to get a good birthday pic of him - especially after he eats and gets the good yawns in.

Pretty soon, he'll be off to snake college, for snakes. Dunno how we're gonna afford those ssssnudent loans.

Image description below the cut:

First photo is an albino corn snake (species name: Pantherophis guttatus) peeking out from behind a fake flower on a rocky hide (a house inside the tank where reptiles can feel secure and hidden). The snake is flicking his tongue out. Only his head is visible in the photo. Caption on the photo reads: Demo's 18th birthday. August 9, 2024.

Next photo is the same snake, but in a clear, close-up, detail photo. Each scale is clearly defined. He has red eyes and pink cheeks, and pale white patterns on an off-white body. The scales on his head are shaped to follow the different planes of his face. The scales on his neck (and body, not shown) are uniform and scallop-shaped.

The next three photos are sequential. The same snake appears with his mouth barely open. Then, his mouth is wide open in a yawn. His cheeks look so smooshy. His head is shaped the way a snap hairclip opens, curved upwards, and it's funny and cute. His mouth has ridges inside, but no teeth or fangs are visible (because his teeth are too tiny to be photographed politely, and he does not have any fangs). The last photo in the sequence has the snake with his mouth still open, but the top of his head is a normal shape again as he begins to end the yawn.

[souravsahay]

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[slytherinshua]

FISH ≠ HUMAN

genre. fluff. sickfic. warnings. reader is sick (only headache/nausea is mentioned). donghyun is trying his best </3 pairing. leehan x fem!reader. wc. 423. request. no. a/n. written just quickly for @blue-jisungs bcuz whenever my friends are sick i feel compelled to write them sickfics bcuz like well... they deserve it :( so i hope this makes you feel a bit better and get well soon my baby <33

“You don’t think that… fish antibiotics would work, would they?” You heard your boyfriend call out from the bathroom, shuffling through the cabinets for the medication that he swore he had. You wanted to laugh, but that would lead to another coughing fit and you really couldn’t handle that right now.

“I’m not a fish, Donghyun.” You mumbled quietly, closing your eyes again.

“What was it that you said you needed? Ibuprofen? I only have fish ciprofloxacin, though…” He muttered the last part quietly, taking one last onceover of the shelf before giving up. “I think I’ll have to go pick something up at the store. Do you need anything else? Anything I can do before I go?” He asked a little awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

It was clear that your boyfriend had no idea how to treat human sickness once it proved to be different than treating his fishes. He knew what to do if one of his corydoras had fallen ill— isolate the fish, clean the water regularly with antibiotics and methylene blue when needed, even apply some topical disinfectants when needed. But when it came to his girlfriend, he was almost clueless.

He knew the basics; making sure you got lots of sleep and drank water or tea. But he didn’t have any medication to give you or any other expertise in the area. You were lucky that Donghyun didn’t have a busy schedule for the next couple of days.

“Just get the ibuprofen… my head is killing me. Maybe some ginger tea? My nausea still hasn’t gone away.” You asked softly, and Donghyun nodded.

He crouched down, feeling your forehead again. He placed his other hand on his own forehead, trying to differentiate the two, but from his furrowed confused eyebrows, you were guessing he couldn’t tell. You pushed his hand away, urging him silently to go out to the store.

“Right, sorry.” He frowned. He kissed your forehead quickly before leaving, promising to be back with medication, tea, and anything else he could find at the store.

You sighed once you heard the front door close, your eyes drifting over to the fish tank in the room, watching the little creatures swim around in their seaweedy home. You smiled. You knew your boyfriend was trying his best, and you appreciated his willingness to get you what you needed. He cared about you just as much as he cared about his fish— but he still had a lot to learn about taking care of another human.

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[theendisneat]

Arranged Marriage [pt.1.3 (The In-Between)]

Pairing: Zhongli x gn!reader

Warnings: Mild blood, mild sexual content, injury, semi-graphic depiction of illness

“Why is it so difficult for you to dodge?” You muttered, stitching another of your husband’s wounds. “I mean, you’re a martial god, your prowess is second to none, yet you couldn’t dodge the very visible spear heading your way?”

The stab wound on Morax’s side was already beginning to heal, you could tell, but your hands needed something to do to cover their shaking. You settled for cleaning and disinfecting the wound, stitching it up and slathering it in salve before wrapping gauze tightly around his abdomen.

“The spear was not entirely visible-”

At the sight of your unimpressed stare, Morax fell silent.

You sigh, finishing the bandages. You move to stand in front of him, tenderly cupping his face, bringing his forehead to your own. “Honestly, it’s almost like you go looking for fights that present a struggle. With how little you care about your own well-being you’d better be happy that I learned the medicinal arts. Just because you’re a powerful being does not mean you should be tanking damage!”

His hands fall to your waist. You felt his clawed fingernails dig into your sides. “I will abstain from being so careless next time-”

“Next time?!”

“And I will train proficiently in dodging to avoid this scenario from repeating.” He said it with such determined assurance you couldn’t help but sigh, your eye twitching from stress.

“I suppose that’s the best I can ask for. I’m not even going to bother with ‘be more careful’.” You poked his nose, his eyes crossing to focus on your finger. “But you’re not going into another battle until that wound is completely healed, and you better not try to speed it up! I’ll know.”

“That is acceptable.” His hands circle your waist bringing you into a hug, his head resting on your shoulder, nuzzling the crook of your neck.

You stood between his legs, arms crossed as you refused to hug him back. “I am still mildly annoyed at your recklessness, why do you think you get cuddles?”

“Because no matter how angry they are, my spouse always relents to cuddles.” Morax muttered, almost petulantly.

“You are very lucky this situation was not worse.” You grumble but relent, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and bringing him closer. With his chest squished to your own, your necklace tapped between, you could feel the slow thumps of his heartbeat.

-

It’s a quiet morning. The surrounding gardens of you and your husband’s abode sway with a pleasant, cool breeze. Flowers tremble, leaves dance. The water rustles ever so slightly, the little fish swimming in slow loops, playfully chasing after each other.

A blanket is spread beneath you, soft and thick, padding your knees and you kneel behind your sitting husband. Your fingers brush through his hair, detangling it from the top of his head to where it falls to his waist. Your hand goes to the pile of little flowers by your side, carefully, you chose one and braided it into Morax’s hair.

He sat still as you continued, flower after flower, until his head looked like an avant-garde mess of petals and intricately woven braids. Thin strands of hair you couldn’t tie back fell to frame his face, softening his sharp, draconic features.

“Very pretty.�� You murmur absentmindedly from behind him, and he felt something swell within his chest. A light dust of pink coated his cheeks and didn’t restrain the smile on his lips.

-

“Stay away from me!” His voice was low, a shaking, snarling, timber. His lips were pulled back over his sharpened teeth, eyes slitted and bright gold. The small horns that normally rested on his head had branched out like antlers, the tips as pointed and deadly as a dagger.

He was crouched over, his hands pressed against the ground and legs behind him in a distinctly inhuman, animalistic position. Brown scales with a gold shimmer came in patches along his bare torso, a whipping tail of similar color with a puff of gold fur at the end sprouting from just over the waistband of his pants.

Something had happened out in the field, what, you didn’t know, but it left your husband stumbling home, unable to keep his cool, practically exploding with rage as he walked through the threshold. At first you were thoroughly startled, flinching when a bang echoed throughout the house and Morax fell to the ground in your living room, writing as if in pain.

Now you stood a few feet away from him, a tight curl in your chest. “Morax, just tell me what’s wrong, let me help you.”

“Get away!” He growled. “It’s an enhancer! It aggravates all my primal instincts as a dragon.” He groaned, his forehead falling to rest against the cool floor. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous Morax! If your primal instincts are being enhanced, don’t you think that as your spouse you’d feel protective towards me instead of angry? The fear of hurting me and the irritation towards the situation are clouding your mind. You need to calm down.” You sit on the ground, your legs crossed, and wave your hands. “Come on.”

He hesitates for a moment, his eyes gleaming unsurely, but relents and crawls over, his claws making little indents in the floors. You hold your arms out and he slots himself in your lap. His head goes over your shoulder, something you’re glad about as it keeps the antlers out of your face, his arms around your waist, and his legs hanging over your thighs.

His breath is heavy, hands shaking, and you know he’s trying to keep any lingering anger under control, trying to funnel the emotion into protectiveness, joy, anything that would keep him from harming you.

You buried one hand in his hair, gently scratching his scalp, and the other went around his waist so you could hold him close. His chest rumbled with aggravated growls and his hands were tense from trying not to dig them into your delicate flesh. “I’ve got you.” You whispered soothingly. “I’ve got you.”

“Sing… for me.” He managed to choke out, his heavy breath hitting your neck. “Your voice… it helps.”

“Morax, you know I’m not a good singer.”

“Please.” You looked down to see his head resting limply against your shoulder, nose pressed to your neck, with wide, blown out eyes. He looked miserable, uncomfortable, and almost… scared.

“Alright, alright.” You tilted your head so it was leaning on his. “My love, my love, my fearless love…”

-

The dark night sky contrasted greatly with the warmth of your bedroom. Surrounded by dark browns and golds, the warm glow of the candles bouncing off the walls. You and your husbands were wrapped in the heavy blankets of your bed, winter chilling you to the bone.

You snuggled close to Morax, constricting yourself around him like a boa as you attempted to soak up his warmth. But his body was lukewarm at best and it seemed that any warmth that existed between the two of you was being given to him.

“Why are you not warm?” You groan. “You are a dragon.”

“I am a reptile, my love. That’s not how my body works.” Your husband mumbles. His eyes drooping and hair splayed across the pillows haphazardly was a wonderful sight and yet you couldn’t enjoy it as a shiver wracked your body.

Finally, having had enough you got out of bed. Going to the kitchen, you filled several cylindrical glass bottles full of warm water and wrapped each bottle of a thick towel. Carrying them all back to bed, you swiftly yanked all the pillows off. Your husband stayed perfectly still, his breath shallow but even, as you secured the bottles around the bed and then covered them in blankets. After tucking the blankets around the bottles and Morax, you shimmied into the bed yourself, sighing contently when you could feel the warmth from the bottles near your feet begin to sink into the sheets.

Snuggling into Morax, you brought one of the many fur blankets up to his shoulder. “Better?”

“Much.” He breathed out.

With that, the both of you were able to fall into a restful sleep.

-

A flash of green and black smoke interrupted your reading. Looking up from your book, you saw a man you knew wasn’t as young as he appeared. Green hair falling in feathered cuts, golden eyes sharp and attentive, and the stance of someone ready to fight at all times.

He was at your wedding, looking particularly indifferent about the circumstances, but you had never spoken to him directly. Now he stood in front of you.

“Where is Rex Lapis?” Despite being so small and young looking, his voice was fairly raspy.

“Ask nicely.” You closed your book and set it to the side, placing your hands in your lap and looking at him expectantly.

His cheeks fluttered as he clenched his teeth and his eyes narrowed. He gave a shallow bow and spoke, his tone more agreeable. “I’m looking for Rex Lapis, have you seen him?”

You smile. “He’s not here.” Seeing the Adeptus’ eyes flash you chuckled. “But he will be soon, so sit down. I’ll get you something nice.”

Not wanting to disobey orders from his master’s spouse, he kneeled down in front of the low table, his back stiff and face blank.

You went to the kitchen and grabbed a treat you had been saving for yourself, but didn’t mind sharing. You placed it in front of the Adeptus. “Here, it’s not too sweet. Very pleasant. My mother taught me how to make it when she was still alive.”

Hesitantly, he began to eat, his face still blank. “It is good.”

“Thank you. It’s called almond tofu. You can enjoy it while we wait for my husband to get here.” You kneeled down on the opposite side of the table and once again, picked up your book. The atmosphere was quiet, yet not oppressively silent. The both of you enjoyed the quiet time together until Morax came home and looked upon the scene with confusion.

-

You cried as your coughed up blood, the thick liquid plopping into the bucket that had been placed by the bed. Your body shook, covered in a thin sheen of sweat as your breath rattled horribly in your chest. You flopped back down on the bed, arms too weak to hold you up and the fuzz around your eyes only growing.

Morax was by your side. His fingers threaded through your hair in an attempt to comfort you. He could only watch as his lover fell apart, watch as their body slowly grew thinner, as they stopped eating or moving or smiling. It pained him greatly to see the state they had been brought to because of this illness. He was only lucky that his Adeptus body was not affected by human illnesses and thus could stay by your side with no fear of contracting it himself.

You rolled over, and even though it felt like it had taken too much energy, and draped yourself over Morax. Despite being sweaty, and at risk of coughing up blood again, your husband didn’t push you away, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close for you to soak up the coolness of his body.

“Morax… Morax… the medicine, when will it be ready?” Your muttering sounded almost delirious, breathy and disconnected. A glaze settled in your eyes.

“Soon, my love. The doctor is saying that this illness is rather difficult to deal with and has to create a new medicinal formula to aid you, but he’s positive that he’ll be able to do it. You’ll be just fine soon enough.”

-

Clawed hands slid up your trembling legs, slightly digging into the plump flesh. A long, slitted tongue infiltrated your mouth, filling your head with cotton as it explored from behind your teeth to the back of your throat.

Your gasps between kisses were heady and your hands were clingy, nails sinking into the hard contours of his back, his hips grinding against yours. His touch was intoxicating, filling your mind till all you could think of was him.

Even in his neediness, he was gentle, his claws not daring to rip off clothing as he slowly peeled you bare, until you laid before him like a newly bloomed flower. Your face was red, chest heaving with gasping breaths after you had just been kissed senseless. With no time to think, hot kisses, more akin to bites, trailed down your neck, sharp canines teasing you, and you couldn’t but wish they would clamp down and give you a pretty bruise to admire later.

You couldn’t take the slowness. Hooking your knee around his waist, you used all your body weight to flip the two of you over. Now, sitting on his stomach, hands pressing down on his chest, you got a good look at how debauched your husband was. Eyes blown so wide there was only a ring of amber around the pupil. His hair was messy, knotted from your tight grip, and there was a dark blush high on his cheeks.

Your hands trailed all over his body. From his face down to his neck, chest, arms, and pelvis. He was sensitive, you realized, as he shivered pleasantly with each graze of your fingertips, head tilted back, leaving his neck free.

Unlike Morax, you had no reservations about how much your husband could take. While he was constantly worried about harming you with his draconic features, you couldn’t share the same concerns. You sucked harsh kisses to his neck and left your husband mottled with red bruises slowly darkening and little indents from your teeth. A particular bite behind his ear had him moaning, his hands clenched around your waist.

Overcome with adoration, you nibbled on his ear, whispering praises and various forms of ‘I love you’ that had him melting into a pile of goo, a lovestruck smile on his face.

[au-sonic-smackdown]

AU Sonic Smackdown- Round 3, Right Side

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Gaia Born AU belongs to @juliemultiverse (art by @thefantasylife)

Words Hurt AU belongs to @oddogoblino

Learn more about them under the cut!

Gaia Born AU-

Sonic is like a big gold retriever. He’s happy to make friends where ever he goes. He was made on the ARK but was immaturely taken out of his incubation tank as an infant. He was raised by his brother tails on bygone island before they moved 5 years later.

His abilities include, Shadow Melding, Super strength, elastic arms and has the ability to sense others emotions.

Words Hurt AU-

In this au, Earth is decaying, the planet slowly losing its ability to sustain life due to mankind’s lack of care to it. To try and survive, they attempted to move people to planet mobius as it held similar conditions as earth. The mobians at first welcomed them happily, happy to help those in need. Eventually, the humans began trying to repeat their old mistakes and began digging into mobius and setting up machines to harvest from it to try and save Earth. The planet didn’t handle this as well as earth once did, machines quickly backfiring and any mobians nearby during the incidents quickly falling ill. That’s how the infections started.

Sonic’s parents were one of the few first mobians infected, having lost them due to them going into the second form of the illness that’s caused from starvation. They’d been “quarantined” and left without food or an energy source for too long. He was only a toddler when this happened. He’s now part of Vanilla’s secret organization that helps infected mobians survive outside of the homes they’d been kicked out of due to fear. Sonic himself works as a secret delivery boy and tends to travel to make sure infected mobians have access to food and water and even just simple pleasantries like games and toys. He met Tails as a 4 yr old who’d been born from infected parents, taking care of him when they weren’t. Currently Sonic is 17 and Tails is 8.

Sonic is mostly his same ole usual self except he’s a lot less social. He doesn’t talk to anyone except for Tails, Vanilla, and sometimes Cream. He was naturally born with his super speed but keeps it hidden due to not wanting to be mistaken as an infected. He still has to fight Eggman as the mad doctor tries to manipulate both uninfected and infected mobians’ fears and resentment toward each other. He has a civilian disguise named Nicky so no one recognizes him as the superspeedy hero. He’s a bit more easily agitated but only because he doesn’t get enough sleep with his work.

Sonic’s right eye is always tearing up, not because he’s emotional but because of repeated exposure to infectious spores. The spores can only infect others if inhaled or through exposed open wounds. Hes naturally immune to the illness, but he doesn’t know that, and wouldn’t ever take chances on it. Whenever he gets injured, he disinfects the wound immediately and patches it up like others would in hopes to avoid spore-infection.

Infected mobians tend to live in abandoned spaces that their cities and towns assigned for them to live. Infected mobians feed off energy, whether that be electricity, emotions, powerful items, etc, but can also eat normal foods just fine. They need normal food to keep sane and prevent them from going into the second form that attacks anything with energy in it. Only the second form can infect others directly, making it the most dangerous and is an automatic kill-on-sight if seen. No one knows yet if you can change infected back to normal after they’ve transformed. Vanilla takes care of transformed infected when Sonic reports the incidents.

Mobians aren’t the only things infected, plant and wildlife have been mutated by the illness aswell. The symptoms of the infection is body mutations, a blue tongue, and increased hunger and thirst. Mobians born from infected parents can’t go into the second form but they become feral without food. Bites from hostile born-infected mobians are less likely to spread the infection but it isn’t impossible.

[covered-up-bondage]

Courier by hazelinne

She takes step after step after step in her weighted boots and heavy backpack, keeping a cruel pace for fear of the electric shocks if she should so much as slow her pace even a little. Hot, muggy, hellish, the smells her own waste, her own sweat, stinking up the suit. Every now and then the suit disinfects the waste, passes it as a fine cloud which makes the passers-by wrinkle their noses and look askance at her. A sharp shock at her right, and she turns right, not slowing her pace. It is a sunny day, and the there is a fine breeze blowing, perfect for a walk out, but the glass of the helmet barely lets her see any more than she needs to avoid collision, the earplugs block out all noise, replacing it with loud crackling, and the suit is impermeable to air and water alike.

The parcel delivered, she obediently follows where the shocks direct her to a station to replenish the air in the compressed gas tanks on the back. Enough for her to breathe for a few more hours, infused with the bodily fluids of many men, utterly humiliating to even breathe in. It is many more years before her sentence will be served, and until then she is not allowed out of the suit, not allowed to breathe a breath of fresh air. A shock drives her back toward the distribution centre: there are many more hours before she can finally take off the backpack, shackle her hands and feet together, and curl up in her tiny cage to sleep.

[causeilikelix]

Inked - Yang Jeongin Smut

↳Pairing: Tattoo artist!Yang Jeongin x afab reader

↳Words: 6.5k READ on my AO3 HERE

↳Warnings: SMUT, oral (f. receiving), reader gets a tattoo so mentions of needles and some blood but not in a sexual sense, softdom!Jeongin, suggestive, not full sex,

↳Summery:  Starting at the age of 21, the search for your soulmate begins. Once you find them, you know by first touch. At that very first touch the intense carnal urge to consummate the union overwhelms you. You don't expect to find your soulmate in the man you chose to do your very first tattoo. And he, well, he wasn't expecting to stay after closing time but the second he sees you he can't complain.

↳Taglist: @letsmpuppy, @siewoon, @magical-butterflies, @ohmy-moonlightx, @junebug032, @giyusatorou, @skzfelixlove, @kittkat44, @nap-of-a-starr, @ventitto, @blankdyean, @lethallyprotected, @poisonivy21, @nobody3210, @chuuswifereal, @hisokasimp1

↳Notes: The first installment of my soulmate smut au series!  Enjoy.

“THANKS, MAN, I really like it!  You do great work!”  The man thanked Jeongin with a strong handshake that made the glossy new motorcycle tattoo on his bicep flex. 

“Anytime.”  Jeongin flashed him a smile that dented one of the dimples in his cheeks.

“Let me know when your books open again, okay?  I already have ideas for my next one!”  The man handed Jeongin a wad of cash.  He quickly counted it out and thanked the man for the generous tip before sending him on his way. 

Once the man left the small shop, Jeongin sat down hard on his stool and let out a colossal yawn.  The time on the clock indicated that it was well past closing time but he had to finish up the piece he was working on.  Now all he had to do was clean up his space and disinfect his tools and he could go home and pass out.  As the only person in his small studio, he could set his own hours but he still had to do enough pieces a week to keep the lights on.  

It also meant that he didn’t have time to finish the sleeve on his arm that he was working on.  When he wore an athletic tank top like he was today, you could see swirling patterns of ink starting at his shoulder and down to his elbow.  He had a few tattoos on his other hand and forearm but not one single sleeve.  It was only a matter of time but he barely had any to speak of. 

Speaking of time, he had to get cleaned up.

Jeongin rose to his aching feet and started to disinfect the chair where his clients sat.  He wiped it down thoroughly and made sure to get a few dried droplets of ink and blood off the seat.  Tattooing was messy work, to say the least. 

Next he gathered all of his tools and threw them into a warm bath of disinfectant.  While those soaked, he figured he should mop so he wouldn’t have to suffer doing it last.  He made his way to the back to prepare the mop water when he heard the bell over the door jingle.  He cringed, realizing that he had forgotten the most important thing about closing the tattoo parlor.  He’d forgotten to actually flip the sign and lock the door.  

Damn. 

Jeongin turned around and headed back into the main shop.  He ran his hands through his mussed hair and sighed.  He didn’t want to deal with asking whoever it was to leave but he had to sleep sometimes. 

“I’m sorry, but I’m actually closed up for the day and-” Jeongin started to explain but he stopped dead in his tracks when he laid his eyes on you.

You stood in the entryway to the shop with your wide eyes taking in the art examples hung all over the shop walls.  You gripped the strap of your small bag so tightly that your knuckles were about to turn white.  You were wearing the world's cutest little white pleated skirt that hugged your curves and your thighs and that stopped mid-thigh, a blush pink blouse, and a cream and pink patterned button-up sweater that brought the whole look together.  A soft blush adorned your cheeks.  

The skirt hugged your thighs beautifully, accentuating your legs and making them look long.  The blouse cupped your full breasts tenderly and let just a bit poke out through the top.  They heaved when you drew breath and his eyes flicked down to them without even thinking about it.  Your arms hugged your body a little bit, perhaps for warmth or maybe just to calm your trembling nerves.  This action helped push your breasts up a little more.  Your makeup was lightly done with soft pinks and creams while your lip tint was a stunning cherry red. 

Jeongin just about broke. 

How did someone as sweet as you end up in a place like this?

“How can I help you?”  Jeongin asked instead.  He could stay open a little longer.

“Oh, um… I’m sorry, if you’re closed then I’ll just-”  You made a move as if you were going to leave, but Jeongin couldn’t let you.  Not yet.

“No, I’m not closed yet!  Is there something I can do for you?”  Jeongin smiled warmly at you, which he hoped would entice you to stay.  He had so many questions.

“I… well…”  

You eyed him up and down, your mouth watering slightly at the sight of him in tight black skinny jeans and a workout top that left relatively little to the imagination.  His black hair was in a fluffy black mop that covered his eyes a little, but it was parted just enough to show off his eyebrow piercing. 

“I want a tattoo.”  Your voice came out stronger than you expected it to. 

“A tattoo?  Of what?”  Jeongin’s gaze raked down your body, wondering just what you wanted to put where on your pristine, untouched skin.  He could already imagine all of the artwork he wanted to put onto your body.

He inched his way closer to you, akin to the way a tiger stalks its prey.  His slender fox-like eyes raked over you and you let out a small gasp as if he was actually touching you.  Rather than shrinking back, like most prey would, you shifted half a step closer.  

You had no idea why you were drawn to his shop in the first place.  You had other options lined up in case this one didn’t work out, but his style called to you somehow.  When you first laid eyes on him, it was like it made sense for his art to belong to him.  You couldn’t explain why you wanted to be close to him, but your body ached for him to be near.

“Oh, um…”  you fumbled in your bag for your phone to present him with the picture.  You’d worked hard to pick something out that would be simple and beautiful, even though it was a stark contrast from the artwork on the walls. 

To say the least, you had no idea why someone would want to tattoo a naked woman on themselves but she certainly was artfully done. 

“I was hoping for something simple like…”  You pulled up the picture and tilted the screen so he could see it.  Jeongin tore his eyes away from your face to your phone screen, which displayed a simple flower design that included some simple geometric shapes all interwoven through a crescent moon.  “The, um, the flower is a violet.  It’s my mother’s birth flower, so…”

You stumbled over your words a little and cursed yourself silently for getting so flustered.  Your ears burned and you wondered if it was hot in here or if it was just him.  

Jeongin smirked as he took in your form and he couldn’t help himself.  To hell with the hours.  The design was simple enough and shouldn’t take long anyway.  Besides, he had to figure out why a young and innocent girl would come to a place like this. 

“Looks great.  What’s your budget?”  Jeongin should have cared, but he didn’t.

“Oh, um… I want to stay under two-hundred, if that’s okay.”

“I can do it for a flat hundred.  Sound good?”  He grinned and tilted his head at you, reminding you of a young puppy or an eager schoolboy.  The muscles in his shoulders and arms were an obvious reminder that he was neither. 

“Um, yeah.  Perfect.  We can schedule a time or-”

“Wanna get started now?  I gotta finish cleaning my equipment but we can do it now if you want.”

“Now?”  You gaped at him, “Like… right this second?”

“Don’t you want it?  I mean, my schedule is pretty full at the moment and I don’t think I’ll have an opening for another month or two unless there’s a cancellation.  I have time right now, so do you wanna go for it?”

“Oh, um, if you’re busy then don’t worry about it!  I can come back another time or ask through the proper channels or-”

“Nonsense.  If you’ve thought about it long enough and you’re sure then let’s go for it, yeah?”  

“How long do you think it’ll take?”  

Jeongin nodded towards your phone again, signaling for you to show him the image once more.  He hummed thoughtfully for a few minutes as he thought about how he could possibly draw out the visit.

Jeongin didn’t have a soulmate yet, but he figured to hell with it.  Surely that was something made up by the media to get them to sell romcoms.  Sure, he wondered if the draw he had to you was due to that but he’d been drawn to other people before without the carnal urge to fuck them into the next century.  

Maybe he was just curious.  He wondered if the small bit of cleavage that peeked out of your top was on purpose to entice him or just a happy accident.  Either way, he loved it. 

“Forty-five minutes tops.  An hour if you want me to be particular about the shading.”  Jeongin shrugged.

“Oh… okay, let’s do it!”  You nodded confidently and the small amount of innocent enthusiasm you displayed went straight to his dick.

“Great.  Why don’t you email that image to me so I can make a trace of it and fill out my liability agreement while I finish cleaning the equipment.”  Jeongin made his way over to the desk near the front to grab his drawing tablet and an extra one for you.

“Okay!”

You obediently followed his instructions and emailed the picture to the address he gave you.  He prepped the small tablet with the paperwork and set it on the counter for you.  He didn’t dare touch you yet.  The suspense would kill him at this rate.

“Have a seat in the chair and I’ll be ready with the stencil in about fifteen minutes, okay?”  Jeongin gestured for you to sit in the navy leather chair to wait for him.

You followed his suggestion and got settled.  Jeongin stared down at the email from you on his tablet, taking particular interest in the signature at the bottom.  It was clearly automatic but it gave your name and your contact information, including your cell phone number.  He made a mental note to ask for it later.  He didn’t wanna use it without your permission, but he also wanted to ask you out properly so he’d have to ask you for it.

He couldn’t be the only one feeling the attraction, right?

As he worked on cleaning off his equipment, he couldn’t help but think back to your precious pink cheeks and your perfect thighs which he was about to mark as his own.  Something about the idea of him leaving something on your skin forever made his jeans grow a little tighter.  Sure, he wanted to leave so many hickies and bite marks that you couldn’t wear shorts for a month, but those would fade with time.  The ink that he was about to put on your skin would be there forever.  Even if you didn’t end up being his soulmate, you’d always have something of his to remember him by.

Once his tools were clean, Jeongin got to work on drawing your tattoo.  He doodled on his tablet to make sure that the lines were clean and that he had some room for error if need be.  He was good at his job and he hadn’t made a mistake in many years, but it was still important to have a failsafe.  Also, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to concentrate when he finally got to be close to your thighs.  

For a moment, he considered handing you off to another tattoo shop.  Maybe his attraction to you would cloud his judgment.  However, when you set the tablet down and settled back in the chair, he knew it was way too late.  

“Alright, one more decision to make,”  Jeongin made his way back over to you and plopped down on a nearby rolling stool.  He moved a little closer, but not close enough to where your knees would brush.  

“What’s that?”

“How big do you want it?  The smallest I could do would be about…”  he lifted his hands to demonstrate, “this but I can go as big as you want.”

“Oh, um,”  you glanced down at your thigh and he followed your gaze.  He licked his lips at the sight of your legs on full display for him.  All he wanted was to be squeezed between them as he rode you through your umteenth orgasm of the night.  Something about that damn skirt drove him crazy.  “About the size you have there is okay.”

“Perfect, I’ll print out the stencil and we’ll be good to go!”

Jeongin stood up and made a beeline for the counter at the front of the store.  He began the printing process and in the meantime he went to the front door and flipped the sign to “closed.”  White he was at it, he also shut off the neon sign in the window.  He thought about locking the door but figured that you would feel safer with it unlocked. 

You, however, would have been okay with anything.

From the moment you stepped into the shop, it was like lightning struck you to your place.  As soon as you laid eyes on him you knew that you’d come to the right place.  First of all, his work was immaculate.  His style was exactly what you were looking for.  However as soon as you saw the artist himself, it was as if you were glued to the ground.  He was positively, show stoppingly gorgeous.  He spoke with a slight Busan accent, which you found incredibly endearing.  His face was boyishly cute but his entire demeanor made up for that.  He looked as if he wanted to eat you alive and you would probably let him.   

You’d be the first to say you weren’t the most innocent person in the world.  Many people only ever slept with their soulmates, but not you.  You didn’t have a soulmate, but you still felt sexual urges on occasion.  You’d only slept with a couple of people, but even at the time both of you knew that it wasn’t right.  The sex was nice, but it wasn’t soulmate sex.  According to your best friend, who’d somehow lucked out and found her soulmate the day she turned 21, soulmate sex was unmatched.  

You could only hope that was true. 

Watching Jeongin walk around the shop was torture.  His skin practically glowed in the dim lights of the shop and the fluorescent lights from the signs on the window.  His muscles flexed as he worked on the stencil and your mouth watered at the sight.  How had you landed the hottest tattoo artist in the city on the first try?

Before you’d settled on his shop, you’d followed a bunch of different tattoo shops in order to gauge the different styles.  You’d looked for months to try and decide which artist would be the best.  That being said, the moment you came across Jeongin’s Instagram, you knew immediately that you loved his style.  

However, now you were liking something else about him entirely.

Jeongin strode over to you with the stencil in hand.  He shot you a boyish smile that somehow looked sinful coming from him. 

“Where do you want it?”  He asked.

Using one foot, he pulled up a rolling stool right next to the tattooing chair and he plopped down right next to her.  He held the stencil between his thumbs and forefingers, waiting for her to give him instruction. 

“Oh, right here.”  You lifted the hem of your skirt slightly and Jeongin’s eyes greedily followed the motion.  You used two hands to show him where you wanted it to be. 

Then came the moment of truth.

Was this incredible man your soulmate?  Or was he destined to just be your tattoo artist?

Jeongin leaned in closer and carefully lined up the stencil with where you wanted it.  Slowly, he lowered his hands towards your skin.  He glanced up at you as if to ask if you wanted him to touch you.  Your skin practically ached for his touch and you involuntarily lifted your leg to be closer.  Even if Jeongin wasn’t your soulmate, you knew there was something between you. 

The back of his knuckle grazed your thigh.

For a moment, nothing happened. 

Then, your core throbbed.  Hard.  

It was him.  This man was your soulmate.

Jeongin’s hands wavered but he slowly pressed the stencil onto your skin and carefully smoothed it out.  The pads of his fingers ran across the skin of your thigh, slowly mapping out the smoothness of your skin.  He bit back a gasp as his jeans tightened.  Both of his palms rested on your thigh now, under the guise of smoothing down the stencil but he knew better.  

Arousal licked up his spine and turned his ears bright red.  His cock strained desperately in his underwear, begging him to push it into the space between your legs.  The veins in his hands twitched as he gripped your thigh.  He bit down on his tongue to keep from shoving you down on the chair and taking you right that very second.  He just knew that you would feel perfect.  However, he had to be professional.

As gently as he could, Jeongin pulled the stencil back to reveal the rich purple ink staining your skin.  He stared at the design on your leg for a few long seconds before forcing himself to look up at you and he about came in his pants. 

You stared down at him with hooded eyes and blown out pupils.  Your glossy lips were parted as they eyed him up.  The arousal between your legs pulsed in waves.  You squeezed your knees together in an effort to keep some dignity.  After your shower this morning, you’d gotten dressed in a rush and forgot one of the most important articles of clothing.  The one that was the barrier between you and the outside world.  The one that should be between you and the man, your soulmate, who was about to tattoo your skin. 

Moments too late, you realized you’d neglected to put on panties. 

The space between your legs began to feel sticky.  Jeongin made no move to look away from you. 

“Is the placement okay?”  Jeongin’s voice sounded strained but he still managed to hold eye contact.  Your eyes flicked down to the ink once more.  It looked fine to you, so you nodded.  Jeongin smirked.  “Come on, darling, use your words.”

“Yes, it’s great.”  You blurted.  The space between your bodies was too vast.  In reality it was maybe two feet but in your mind it was like there were football fields between you. 

“Come on, you have to really look at it.  After all, it’s going to be on your skin forever.”  Jeongin cocked his head at you. 

Surely he was feeling the same brutal arousal as you, right?  Surely he understood what that meant, right?  You wanted to scream at him. 

WE’RE SOULMATES!  FUCK ME ALREADY!

But his gaze left you glued to his seat.  Suddenly, you were ready to follow orders.

You tore your gaze away from his to look down at your thigh.  The purple ink stained your skin in a bold preview of the tattoo you wanted.  The placement genuinely looked okay to you.  After probably the longest five seconds of your life, you looked back up.

“It looks great.  Let’s do it.”

“Awesome, ready to get started?”

You stared at him for a few seconds, willing your throat to cooperate. 

“Yes.”

“Perfect.”

“What’s your name?”  You blurted.  You knew him solely by his Instagram handle, which was his shop name but you couldn’t remember your own soulmate's name.  He only grinned. 

“Jeongin.  And yours?”

“Y/N.”  

“What a beautiful name, Y/N.”  Jeongin moved away from you just long enough to put on some blue latex gloves and some other supplies.  “Since this is your first tattoo I’m going to just do one of the smaller stars first.  If you don’t think you’re up for it after that, we can stop there, no judgment.”

“Okay.”  Your voice shook and you wondered just how he was staying so composed.

  On the contrary, Jeongin was so painfully hard that he was worried he’d cum if he moved the wrong way and applied just the right amount of friction.  

However, he shifted in his seat and prepared the tattoo gun.  He put on a pair of rubber gloves and leaned over your thigh.  He swallowed heavily before he placed his palm on your upper thigh.  As gently as he could, he placed the tip of the gun against the outline of one of the smaller stars on the design.  You winced when the needle began to do it’s thing, but didn’t stop him.  He gently traced the first small line of the tattoo before pulling away. 

“How was that?”  Jeongin asked you, but he couldn’t look at you in case his voice would quiver. 

“Stings but… I can take it.”  You chose your words carefully.  Jeongin tensed.  

“You can take it, huh?”  Jeongin’s grip on your thigh tightened.  Your core clenched around nothing. 

With that, Jeongin got right back to work.  He traced the pattern with his tattoo gun as slowly as possible.  Partially to draw out the visit but also to give you room if you needed to twitch or adjust.  Getting a tattoo for the first time was no joke, and while he wanted you to sit in his chair as long as possible, he also wanted your first tattoo experience to be as minimally traumatic as possible.  He had to remain as professional as humanly possible.  

However, that’s when he smelled it. 

Or to be more accurate, that’s when he smelled you.  

It was as if his sense of smell was heightened with his arousal, or maybe it was because your arousal was so strong.  Either way, when you shifted in your seat he got a strong whiff of it and if anything it made him harder.  The scent was so rich and sweet and it took everything in him not to part your legs and stick his face between them. 

His large palm squeezed your thigh gently, and in response you squeezed your thighs together.  With the realization that you were getting wetter and wetter with each passing second, you were determined to keep your legs locked shut so Jeongin couldn’t sense your arousal, but he had other plans. 

“Relax your thighs a little, darling,”  his tantalizing voice shot up your spine, “I can’t tattoo if you’re all tensed up.”

“Shouldn’t we talk about this?”  You blurted suddenly.  He blinked in surprise at you and your face flushed with embarrassment.  Maybe you’d gotten it all wrong. 

“Talk about what?  Your tattoo?  I’ve already started but we can certainly-”

“Are you trying to tell me that you don’t feel anything right now?”  

Jeongin’s shocked expression slowly melted into a smirk.  He squeezed your thigh tightly and pulled your leg towards him.  Your legs parted and exposed you to the chilly air of the tattoo shop.  The cold air licked up your core and you shivered. 

“Keep your pretty legs open for me while I mark you and maybe I’ll give you what I want,” Jeongin challenged as if his dick wasn’t throbbing in his underwear.  

“I- what?”  Your face flushed with embarrassment at the idea of being exposed to him, but at the same time you had a feeling that if you closed your legs he wouldn’t give you what you wanted. 

Jeongin got back to work.  One hand gently massaged your thigh when he wasn’t wiping away excess ink.  The tattoo gun stung as he traced the design, but you could barely feel it over the wet throbbing in your core.  You were positive that the inside of your thighs and the chair beneath you were doused in your slick.  You tried desperately to appear normal but you needed him inside you, like, yesterday. 

It became increasingly clear that Jeongin knew exactly what was going on.  The more you watched him, the more you should see him shifting in his seat to try and conceal the massive bulge in his jeans.  Deciding to test the waters a little bit, you spread your knees apart a little more.  

Jeongin had to pause and take a deep breath to keep himself composed.  The scent of your arousal was driving him absolutely mad and he was ready to get rid of the idea of having your tattoo take as long as possible.  Now he wanted it done as soon as possible so he could put his fingers inside you and let your taste coat his mouth.  He wanted to drink you up until you were shaking.  

“You’re doing so well for me, baby,”  Jeongin praised once he was halfway done.  He wiped the tattoo with a damp paper towel to get rid of some of the excess ink.  Your thigh was a little swollen but that was to be expected.  Your skirt fell delicately just enough to cover your core from him. 

“So you do know who I am?”  Your voice came out strained.  The more he touched you the more turned on you got.  You wondered if the entire shop smelled of your pussy. 

“Of course I do, angel.  I knew it from the second you walked in here.  Do you need a break?”  Jeongin cocked his head innocently once more. 

“N-no.  I want you to be done soon.”

“Why’s that, Y/N baby?”

Yeah, you were done for.  Any and all proprietary got thrown out the window.

“I need you inside me immediately.”  You couldn’t believe you’d just spoken that way to a stranger, but your pussy wanted what it wanted. 

“Then I’d better get back to work, huh?  I’m eager to see what’s mine.”

With that, Jeongin went back to it.  The sting of the needle and the blood didn’t bother you.  You had no idea how you could still be so wet while being in that kind of pain.  You didn’t think you were a masochist, but something about Jeongin made it seem normal.

You wanted to cry and beg for him to fuck you already, but you had a feeling he wouldn’t if you acted desperate.  

Instead you let out a pathetic whimper when a particularly empty clench made you shiver.  Jeongin paused and raised an eyebrow in question but you nodded to assure him that you were okay.  The tattoo wasn’t causing you any pain at this point.  The ache between your legs rivaled any and all pain you’d experienced thus far. 

The only sounds in the shop were the buzzing of the tattoo gun and your heavy breathing as you tried to get your arousal under control.  You had a feeling you’d cum the moment he finally touched you.  If he finally touched you.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby.  Keep your legs open, I want the chair to be soaking before I even give you my tongue.”  You shivered.  “Oh, you’d like that, huh?  I bet you’ll taste even better than you smell.  Your pussy is already crying for me.”

“Are you almost done?”  You asked and Jeongin tsked at you and pulled the tattoo gun away from your skin to wipe at the raw tattoo.

“You’re so impatient.  Do I need to teach you the rules?”  

“Wh-what are the rules?”

“The rules are that you sit still, legs open, and you don’t touch yourself.  When I’m done and if you’re good, maybe then I’ll give you my fingers, got it?  And I am going to take as long as I want to get this pretty tattoo done for you.”

“Yes, sir.” 

“Already so obedient,”  Jeongin smirked, but dropped the facade for a moment to reassure you, “If you need a break just tell me, okay?  Tattooing can be hard.”

“Got it.”  You nodded, letting him know that he could get started again.  You were glad that, despite the dominance he was showing, he would give you a break if you wanted. 

However, you were pretty sure you wouldn’t need one.  From your perspective, it looked to be almost finished but you weren’t the artist.  You had no way of knowing when he would be done.  Especially since it was explicitly clear to you now that he wanted to take his sweet time with you.

A particularly sharp stab of the needle made you wince but you didn’t tap out.  At this point you needed literally any kind of friction to soothe the pounding in your core.  You could feel your heartbeat in your pussy. Your parted legs were a window into you and your smell overpowered the tiny shop.  

You thought this couldn’t get any worse.  That was, until Jeongin started speaking.  His voice sounded sweet and boyish but his words were anything but. 

“Baby, you smell absolutely divine.  I can’t wait to shove my tongue into you and drink up your sweetness.  I can’t wait to see your sweet, tight pussy.  I need to be inside you so bad but I gotta make you feel good first.  Baby, you’re mine forever.”  You clenched at this, hard.  Jeongin smirked at this.  “You like that, my love?  You like the idea of being mine forever?  Angel, your little pussy is mine.”

You were reduced to a whining, whimpering mess at his words.  You wanted to slip your fingers beneath your skirt and through your folds.  You figured that even the smallest touch would send you over the edge.  The desire and need you had for him was going to drive you crazy. 

“Please,” you begged and Jeongin smirked.

“Please, what, my love?”

“Please touch me or let me touch myself.  I need it.”

“You need it?  Sounds desperate.  Are you desperate for me?”

“Yes!  I’m so desperate for you!  I need your fingers!  I need your tongue.  I need your cock, please!”

Your hand slipped down to grab the hem of your skirt.  The tips of your fingers grazed your soaking folds and you moaned on contact.  Rules be damned, you needed relief and you needed it now.  The tip of your finger prodded your swollen hole.  

“What did I say?”  Jeongin pushed your hand away, “The tattoo is almost done.  Be patient or your slutty little hole gets nothing.  Do you even know what your body is craving so badly?  Have you ever had anyone else in you before?”

“No!  I swear, no one else has ever touched me.  But… I know what I want.”  Your eyes darted to the tent in his pants and your mouth watered.  Jeongin smirked.  

“Perfect.  Then you’re all mine to ruin.”  

A shiver ripped down your spine at his words.  

After what felt like an eternity, the buzzing of the tattoo needle stopped.  Jeongin wiped the tattoo a few more times, cleaned it, then applied a thin plastic protective film over it.  Every single touch of his hands on you made your body ache for more.  At this rate, you wondered if people could die from lack of touch.  

Once the film was applied, Jeongin tore his gloves off and raced to wash his hands.  He sat back on his stool almost before you’d realized he was gone.  

“I’d go over tattoo aftercare but I can barely think right now,” Jeongin admitted, swinging the stool around so he was sitting directly in front of you, “Y/N, baby, tell me this is okay.  I want you so badly but I won’t do anything if you say no.”

“If you don’t touch me right this instant, I’ll die.”  Your declaration made him chuckle.

Then, his hands were on you.  Without the gloves, the feeling of his skin on yours was borderline orgasmic.  His veiny hands grabbed your knees tightly and pressed down, forcing your legs open even more.  His gaze dropped from your eyes, down your body, to the hollow space between your legs.  It was barely covered by the thin material of your skirt but it was still like he was exposing you to the world. 

His hands moved up your legs, massaging your thighs along the way with deep presses and firm squeezes.  His eyes darkened the moment his nimble fingers flipped up your skirt and revealed your glistening core to him.  

“Y/N, baby, you’re so wet I think I’ll drown.”  Jeongin’s voice dropped an octave.  You could only whine and lift your hips up a little to entice him closer.  

“Jeongin, please, please touch me.”  You begged shamelessly.   He smirked at your neediness. 

“Next time I’ll punish you for being needy, but this time I’ll reward you for being so patient while you got that tattoo.”  

Jeongin’s hands landed on your inner thighs.  He slowly moved his hands closer, rubbing small circles as he inched closer to where you needed him the most.  Then, his fingertips grazed against your swollen hole and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan.  He circled upwards until he found your clit.  He knew he found it when you gasped and your knees opened a little bit more.  The second his finger made contact with your clit, intense sparks of pleasure shot through your veins.  

He rubbed in tantalizingly slow circles and you had half a mind to knock his hand out of the way to get off yourself.  You could feel your heartbeat in your pussy with how badly you needed him. 

Finally he moved his hand back down to your entrance and prodded it with his index finger.  He smirked when you moaned and pushed your hips up.  Then, he finally pushed his long digit into you and your core clenched onto him hard.  

“Oh baby, does that feel good?  You like it when I finger you?”  Jeongin cooed and he pressed a second finger into your dripping cunt, “I can’t take it anymore.”

Before you could register his words, Jeongin was shifting.  He pressed his free hand to the inside of your knee for stability as he leaned down and latched his mouth onto your glistening folds.  He sucked you into his mouth, slurping on your juices and moaning at the taste.  His lips latched onto your clit and sucked. 

You could feel his smirk against you as you moaned freely.  He played and pleasured your cunt as if he’d been doing it all his life.  He curled his fingers within you just the right amount as he searched for the gummy spot inside of you.  It didn’t take him long before the pad of his finger pressed into it and you let out a sob. 

“Please, please, please,”  you begged, though your brain was too clouded to remember what you were begging for.  

Jeongin lifted his head from your cunt to chide you, “Aw, baby, are you already drunk on my fingers?  I haven’t even given you my cock yet.  What do you want, angel?”

“Cu- cu, I wanna,” you lifted your hips a little to entice him back to your center.  Jeongin leaned down to lap gently at your clit and you moaned at the pleasure that ripped up your spine.

“I want to give you what you want, so just tell me, baby.”

“Cum!  I wanna cum!”

“You wanna cum?  How?”  He tilted his head innocently as if his chin wasn’t dripping in your arousal. 

“In your mouth.  On your tongue.  Please, please!”  You cried.  Your hand reached up to curl into his hair as you guided him back to your center. 

You were sure Jeongin would punish you later for touching him without permission, but right now he needed this as much as you did.  Jeongin’s lips latched right back onto your sensitive clit and got right back to work.  

He licked and sucked on the sensitive bud like his life depended on it.  Jeongin’s eyes slipped closed as he let your taste overwhelm his mouth.  Every gush of arousal on his fingers made his dick harder and harder.  He was sure he would blow untouched.  He removed his fingers from the depths of your core and you started to whine at the loss but he made up for it by immediately shoving his tongue into you and lapping up every single drop of arousal.  

The warm, wet muscle inside of you wiggled and sucked at your dripping hole.  Jeongin ate you as if he’d never tasted anything so good in his life, and to be honest he probably hadn’t.  He wanted to savor every moment between your legs, and as much as he wanted to eat you out until the sun came up, he also needed to cum.  Like now.  But you had to cum first. 

He pressed lightly just above your clit to push the bundle of nerves out a little bit.  Once it was exposed to the air, he suffocated it with his lips.  He latched on and sucked like his life depended on it.  Every suck and every lick got you closer and closer to the edge.  

He moaned into your cunt and the vibrations made you shiver.  Your core began to clench and spasm around nothing.  Almost as if he could tell, he plunged his fingers back into you.  The friction of his fingers and the suction of his mouth overwhelmed you but in the best way. 

You meant to warn him, you really did, but your orgasm grew and crashed over you before you could even register what was happening.  You moaned louder than you had all night and the grip you had on his head tightened.  Your cunt clenched and rippled around his fingers and he moaned as he drank up your release.  Pleasure pulsed through your body in waves.  Your cunt sucked his fingers deeper into you as he worked you through the most intense orgasm of your life. 

All of the ones you’d done yourself were nothing compared to how Jeongin made you feel.  

Despite the sharp pang of overstimulation, Jeongin kept sucking at your folds and at your hole to get every single taste of your orgasm that he could. 

It wasn’t long before the pleasure began to mount again and a second orgasm washed over you as Jeongin tenderly lapped at your cunt.  The second orgasm was less intense but it left you empty and craving even more of him. 

“Cock,” you announced and he pulled away from your cunt and raised an eyebrow at you.

“What?”

“Please, I’m so empty, I need your cock,”  you couldn’t believe the bold words that were coming out of your mouth, but Jeongin didn’t hesitate. 

“You want my cock?  You think you can take it?”  Jeongin removed himself from you and sat back.  The outline of his thick cock showed right through his tight pants.  You salivated at the sight. 

“Please,”

“Very well then,”  Jeongin rose to his feet and began to undo his belt and the zipper on his pants, “Alright, soulmate, let's have some fun, then.”

One thing was for sure.  If your cunt felt even half as good as it tasted, Jeongin would never let you go. Thank goodness for Soulmates.

[scottsumrners]

The Fall of The House of Usher, a month ago: we are criticizing the greed of rich people, and how they don't care to follow proper protocols and are willing to cut corners if it means achieving whatever petty goal they set for themselves, even if it endangers or hurts people. We will exemplify this by having an orgy turn deadly when a rich kid forgets to check the water tanks and it turns out it contains acid, and it will MELT PEOPLE.

Idiot crypto investors, a month later: hey guys this is our Ape Fest. Instead of buying proper UV lamps, we just got a hold of a bunch of medical disinfection UV lights. But it's the same thing, right? Wait. What do you mean it's MELTING PEOPLE'S EYEBALLS?

[defectivevillain]

rocky waters

pairing: four x reader

reader's pronouns: unspecified but masc-intended

warnings: allusions to suicidal ideation, dissociation, panic attack & hyperventilation, typical fear simulation fare

“Initiate.” Four says, inclining his head towards the empty chair in the middle of the rather small room. You move to sit down, your heart racing. You're grateful that you made it to the second stage of initiation... However, this stage came with absolutely no instruction. You have no idea what’s going to happen. You try to get some information from Four, but his expression is blank as always. He reaches out towards you and you almost push his hand away, before you realize that he’s wiping a spot on your neck with a disinfectant wipe. Four then turns and grabs a syringe. You bite your lip and pretend that your heart isn’t absolutely hammering in your chest. 

“Be brave,” Four says with an unreadable expression. “It’s just a simulation.” Is that supposed to make you feel better? If so, it doesn’t quite work. You still feel rather nervous. Before you can contemplate that remark, the syringe sinks into your neck and your vision fades to black. 

When you open your eyes, you find yourself standing in a dimly lit section of the Pit. You take a step forward and extend a hand, only to feel a cold wall. Upon closer inspection, it seems you’re caged within four panels of glass. Squinting in the dim lighting, you recognize the other initiates standing and watching you. Four hovers in the distance, arms crossed over his chest. You place a palm against the glass and try to get the attention of Will and Christina, but they’re whispering amongst themselves. 

A sudden trickling noise breaks you from your thoughts. Dread coiling in your chest, you look down to find water seeping out of the ground. There’s no visible cause for this flooding, but the water level is rising regardless. Your shoes are wet and your pants are beginning to get soaked. Your heart is hammering in your ears as you begin to realize the inevitable: you're going to drown. 

Despite this realization, you still try to escape. You investigate all four walls, looking for a gap in the glass. There’s absolutely nothing save for the drain on the floor, which can’t be much bigger than your hand—you’d never fit down it. You’re beginning to feel hopeless as the water rises to reach your lower torso. The water level is rising unreasonably fast and, before long, you have to try to tread water and stay afloat. You don’t have much time left, you reckon.

It’s okay; this is a simulation. 

The thought relieves you. You have no idea where this sudden confidence and self-assuredness comes from, but you don’t question it. Your lungs are burning and every part of your body aches. Your gut reaction is to swim to the top of the tank, but that won’t do you any good. Instead of fighting a losing battle, you sink under the water, close your eyes, and succumb to the darkness surrounding you. 

You’re suddenly slammed back into reality. You take a deep breath in, clutching at your chest. The bright fluorescent lighting sears into your vision. Four places a hand on your shoulder and the pressure helps to ground you to the present moment. It still takes a few seconds to catch your breath. When you’re finally feeling that you can breathe again, you chance a glance at Four. His eyebrows are furrowed and he’s regarding you with suspicion. 

“What was that?” There’s no trace of emotion in his expression, save for suspicion and wariness. You stare at him in confusion and Four repeats himself, before taking a deep breath. “You know what I’m talking about—the simulation,” the instructor says, pinching the bridge of his nose before leveling you with a scrutinizing gaze. “How did you know?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you respond honestly. This only seems to irritate Four further. Meanwhile, you’re just trying to find a grip on reality. The shift from the simulation to the physical world is jarring. Your chest still feels tight—as if you genuinely drowned. You clutch at the arms of the chair you’re sitting in. 

“That was far too fast,” Four continues, crossing his arms over his chest and leveling you with a rather intense gaze. “You must have known it was a simulation. That’s the only explanation. Otherwise, you must have a death wish.”

“A death wish,” you repeat wryly, finally feeling grounded in reality. You push yourself off the chair and take a step closer to him. You can’t resist the urge to glare at him. “I don’t have a death wish; there was nothing else for me to do. Figured I might as well have some agency in the ordeal.”

“Besides, isn’t that Dauntless?” You continue, despite the recognition that Four’s expression is only turning darker. “At least, that’s what Eric seems to think.” You stare him down and wait for him to respond. 

“Eric doesn’t know anything,” Four mutters. His eyes widen for the briefest of moments and you realize that he likely hadn’t meant to say that aloud.  

“You sure?” You blurt out, not sure where this sudden confidence in argument is coming from. You decide not to question it and instead continue. With any luck, continuing the conversation will get you some more information on just what the hell is going on here, what this second stage of initiation entails. “Isn’t he above you?”

“Enough,” Four hisses, evidently fed up with your questioning. The instructor clenches his fists and stares at you menacingly. You pretend not to be affected. “You’re done here.” Taking the hint, you open the door and close it behind you—but not before seeing Four stare at you through the crack in the doorway. Shaking your head, you make your way back to the waiting room and, subsequently, the barracks. 

Unfortunately, you return to the simulation room—as you’ve aptly dubbed it—several more times. It seems this simulation is the main obstacle you’ll have to clear in this stage of initiation. Each time you slip into it, you’re faced with a different fear. You burn to death on a flaming pyre, swim away from sharks, run from birds with sharp claws... Each experience is terrifying in its own way but, thankfully, you don’t think any of them are your legitimate fears. 

Your exemplary performance in the simulation doesn’t go unnoticed. After the first few rounds, you begin to get the feeling that someone is watching you. Your skin prickles during training. It takes you a few days to realize that Four is watching you. The moment you sense his gaze burning into your skin, you can’t unsee it. Suddenly, it feels as if you can’t get a moment alone anymore. The few solitary moments you had before are now filled with an uncomfortable feeling of eyes on your back. 

“Ready?” Four asks you when you’re in the simulation room once more. He’s wielding the familiar syringe in one hand. The metal catches the light and gleams menacingly. You’re not sure if you’ll ever truly be ready, but you nod anyway. Four doesn’t waste any time—bringing the syringe to your neck and dispelling you from reality. 

When you open your eyes, you find yourself standing amongst a crowd of people. There’s nothing in sight, save for the immeasurable amount of faces in the crowd. You try to stand up taller and get a look at something in the distance—anything—but you’re roughly pushed back down. It’s as if you’re standing in a void, with nothing except the millions of people around you. You have absolutely no space to yourself, as the crowd ebbs and flows around you. You’re jostled around and, even when you try to push back, no one budges. You’re absolutely trapped. There’s nothing around you, nothing in your hands that can help you to move or enforce your personal space. Your breaths begin to turn harsher and quicker. 

As if sensing your incoming panic, every face in the crowd turns to face you. Dull eyes stare into you. There’s nothing but deafening silence as the strangers walk forward, tightening the space around you. You stumble and fall to the ground, throwing your hands over your ears and desperately wishing them all away. It doesn’t matter how much you scream for them to get away from you—no one budges. You’re being swallowed by the crowd around you. The space around you is constricting until you’re surrounded by strangers looming over you. You close your eyes and beg for it to stop. 

Suddenly, you can see nothing but bright light. Your mind can’t quite keep up with the change. When you see someone reaching toward you, you instinctually push them away and back up. Your vision is blurring and swirling around you; when it finally clears, you realize that you're sitting in the simulation room. Four is standing a few feet from you, hands raised up in the air in a mock surrender gesture. 

“The simulation is over,” Four states. He is gracious enough to turn his back and focus on the screen in front of him, which allows you ample time to regain your composure. 

"That was one of your real fears,” Four remarks some time later, turning to look at you for an answer. You nod silently. Admittedly, your chest is still burning with how hard you were breathing before. For a long moment, there’s nothing but tense silence. Your expression must betray your inner feelings, because Four’s glare softens a little. “You still fell in the average,” Four says firmly. It almost feels like his own strange way of reassurance. He continues speaking, but his voice falls to the background. You don't intend to ignore him, but the trainer eventually stops talking and raises his eyebrows at you. You pretend not to notice.

“Am I free to go?” You ask instead, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. Four nods and you step away from the chair. As you exit the room, you realize that you can feel his gaze fixed on your back as you walk away. You clench your fists at your sides and return to the barracks, your heart still pounding out of your chest. 

[northgazaupdates]

I just read about a solar water disinfection method (SODIS). Basically, you leave a water bottle out in the sun for at least 6 hours and it should make water safe(r) to drink. I don’t know if it would work with the toxins and bacteria in the water in Gaza, but maybe it could help

This is a good thought, and most likely already being deployed in north Gaza. There are numerous obstacles to this approach, including time, space, and container access, but I’m positive this is being done when possible. Gazans are familiar with the scarcity of safe drinking water, and radio and other media programs are being used by the government and by journalists to broadcast tips like this.

In the few places where water can still be accessed, it is often held in tanks and large jugs for many hours while the supply is slowly distributed, so hopefully that helps decrease the contaminants. However, as you point out, there are substances like asbestos in the water now which cannot be removed or neutralized in this manner.

There are things like portable and/or solar-powered water purification systems which we think could be of benefit to the people of Gaza. However, they can be very expensive, and the IOF has been deliberately banning water purification supplies from entering the north. It is debatable whether there is a way for such things to enter, but we have considered organizing a fundraiser to buy some for an organization that is able to get aid into Gaza. We will keep our followers posted.

[beardedmrbean]

Five people have developed Legionnaires' disease following possible exposure to contaminated water droplets from a cooling tower in downtown Lincoln, New Hampshire, state health officials say.

The five people developed the disease —  a severe form of pneumonia caused by Legionella bacteria — in June and July, New Hampshire’s Department of Health and Human Services said in a news release Monday.

They “may have been exposed” at a cooling tower located behind the RiverWalk Resort, a hotel in a bustling tourist area in downtown Lincoln, authorities said.

Testing by the DHHS and the state Department of Environmental Services confirmed the presence of Legionella bacteria contaminating the cooling tower.

The five individuals didn’t share specific location of exposure but had reported visiting various areas of downtown Lincoln, the DHHS said. 

Four of the five people diagnosed with Legionnaires’ disease were initially hospitalized and later discharged. All five have recovered from their illnesses, state health officials told NBC News Tuesday. 

“RiverWalk is partnering with DHHS to address the contamination, with additional test results for the cooling tower expected next week,” the release said.

As the cooling tower is still operating amid remediation, “there may continue to be some risk of exposure to the public, especially for people within a half-mile of the cooling tower’s location,” officials warned, sharing a photo of the radius of potential Legionella exposure. The remediation work includes mechanical cleaning and disinfection of the entire cooling system, and long-term cleaning and water management plans.

RiverWalk Resort told NBC Boston on Monday that remediation work, including a complete sanitation, at the cooling tower was completed after starting Friday morning.

“We have been and will continue to partner with DHHS and DES to ensure the safety and protection of our guests and community,” Vice President Renee Blood said in a statement.

Legionella bacteria exists naturally in bodies of fresh water but can be a threat to people when it grows and spreads in building water systems like cooling towers or water tanks, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.

Most people catch Legionnaires' disease by inhaling the bacteria from water in the form of small water droplets or mist, the CDC said. Infections generally don’t spread from person to person.

While most healthy people exposed to Legionella don’t get sick, those who are older, current or former smokers, those with weakened immune systems or certain medical conditions including chronic lung disease and diabetes are at higher risk for developing the disease, state health officials said.

Many exposed to the bacteria develop mild symptoms or none at all. However, it can cause a more serious pneumonia called Legionnaires' disease, “which can be fatal if left untreated,” the release said. Symptoms, such as fever, cough and shortness of breath, usually appear two to 14 days after exposure. 

Dr. Benjamin Chan, New Hampshire's state epidemiologist, warned: “Anybody who has visited the area near the contaminated cooling tower should monitor themselves for symptoms.”

“People who develop fever or other symptoms of pneumonia within 14 days after spending time in this area should talk to their healthcare provider about testing for Legionella infection,” he said.

[blueiscoool]

A Metal Tube in a Polish Museum Turns Out to Be a 150-Year-Old Time Capsule

It contains rare missives from over a century ago.

For decades, a metal tube discovered on a street in Poland sat undisturbed in a museum. A recent study of the object, however, has found that it is more than a humble tube, but a time capsule containing missives from more than a century ago.

According to a press release from Poland’s Ministry of Science and Higher Education, the capsule was first discovered by archaeologists in the mid-1990s during a field study on Nożownicza Street. It remained at the Archaeological Museum in Wrocław for years until specialists from Ossolineum, a Polish cultural foundation and research center, realized there was something inside the tube and opened it.

“Inside was a manuscript signed by three Wrocław residents from Nożownicza Street, commemorating the moment of hiding this time capsule,” said Maciej Trzciński, head of the Archaeological Museum in Wrocław. “To mark this moment, they also included a copy of the 1865 Breslauer Zeitung newspaper.

Rolled up inside the tube, the handwritten note signed by three neighbors read: “On September 16, 1865, the undersigned house owners laid the cornerstone for the construction of a water tank.”

The accompanying newspaper, dated September 15, 1865, included articles discussing the political situation in Austria, the creation of workhouses for the poor, information on the stock exchange, a local theater’s repertoire, as well as announcements of engagements, weddings, and births. The daily newspaper was first published in 1820 as Neue Breslauer Zeitung before it was rebranded as Breslauer Zeitung in 1828.

According to Katarzyna Kroczak, chief conservator of collections at the Ossolineum, the process of opening the fragile artifact was a tricky one. “First, we had to disinfect the capsule and then carefully consider how to handle the delicate papers inside,” she said.

The find, the team noted, was incredibly noteworthy, as it is rare to identify individuals alongside archaeological discoveries.

“In this case, we can link the items to specific people who left behind not only this trace but also other archival records,” said Agata Macionczyk from the Wrocław museum. With this information, researchers could reconstruct the lives of the Polish residents over a century and a half later.

The discovery now serves as a reminder of Wrocław’s final renovations of its medieval water supply system. Some years after the capsule was buried, construction of a more modern water supply system to replace the medieval one began.

The time capsule and its contents are now on display at the Archaeological Museum in Wrocław.

By Adnan Qiblawi.

[icryyoumercy]

gotta love humanity

they spend centuries (millennia) going 'it's miasma, we're just not very good at keeping the air properly clean and circulating'

and then, within barely ten years (The medical and surgical history of the war of the rebellion, (1861-65), published 1870-1888 to A. Mitra's The Bubonic Plague, published 1897), they switch over to 'yes, i understand we applied disinfectant. but have we considered applying more disinfectant?'

instructions on how to deal with fecal matter from the civil war are more or less 'dig a hole, put some sort of seat over it, make sure it's a fair distance from your water source, when you're leaving a place, cover the hole again'

mitra's instructions on how to deal with feces of plague patients is roughly 'patients are to use a chamberpot. as soon as they're done, disinfectant is to be poured over the feces. the chamberpot is to be emptied into a separate septic tank. pour antiseptic into the septic tank immediately afterward. when the septic tank is full, empty it somewhere far away from people. pour more antiseptic over it. clean and disinfect the septic tank before using it again. if it's linked to a sewer system, clean the sewer system. put some antiseptic in there as well.'

like. he obviously isn't entirely certain what is and isn't a vector of infection, but he's going to cover every single base he can think of

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found: Bonus Scene - Part 8

"I dare you to lick that!"

"I dare you to eat that!"

Those two phrases had been spoken off and on as Geralt and Jaskier travelled on the Path, looking for contracts.

Geralt had pulled into a gas station to refuel and take a p*ss break.

"I dare you to lick the toilet seat." Geralt said as he washed his hands.

Jaskier's head snapped towards him, incredulous. "Lick a gas staton toilet seat? I wouldn't even lick the toilet seat at home!"

"Ok, then I dare you to lick the urinal instead,"

Jaskier paled. "No! No, I'll lick the seat..." He went into the stall, Geralt following to confirm he actually did it. Jaskier faced the toilet seat.

It sat before him, stained, dingy, yellowed and cracked with age, and probably teeming with germs and diseases. And it probably hadn't been cleaned properly...ever.

"If I catch some godsd*mned horrible disease and die, it'll be on your head!"

"Hmm!"

*offended gasp* "What do you mean I've put my mouth on dirtier things?"

"Hm!"

"Yeah? Well, at least I knew where those things had been...er... At least I knew they were...knew I was the only one....er...."

"Fine. I see your point."

Jaskier crouched close to the commode and hesitated, staring at the filthy seat. The filthy seat with p*ss stains so thick, they looked like butter, and sh*t residue that would require a grinder and bleach to remove.

And oh, gods, was that gummy stuff what he thought it was???

He thought about backing out right then, but shoved the thought away. Julian Alfred Pankratz did not pull out back out!

Jaskier said a brief prayer, then closed his eyes and licked the toilet seat.

Geralt snapped a picutre with his phone. For documentation purpose. Yeah. It absolutely wasn't so he could send it to his brothers.

Jaskier immediately spat and splashed water from the sink faucet on his tongue, then rushed to Roach to disinfect his mouth with a little whiskey while Geralt went to fill up the gas tank.

The gas station attendand looked out the window a few minutes after the Witcher had paid and gone back outside, and saw him on his hands and knees next to his van.

Was he ill? Did he drop something?

No. As the attendant watched, confused as h*ll, the Witcher leaned down and licked an oil stain while his companion laughed. Then he got up, they both got in the van, and they drove away. Well, that was going to be a fun story to tell.

Geralt stopped in the next town for lunch. He sat at the table, looking over the restaraunt menu while he waited for his drink. He gripped the underside of the table with one hand to help pull himself closer, and put his hand in someone's chewing gum.

"I dare you to chew that!" Jaskier said, as Geralt went to pick the gum off his fingers with a paper napkin. Geralt made a face. He didn't really want to chew someone else's gum, but he didn't want the undesired consequence of getting kicked in the nads for turning down a dare. He was a Witcher, so he was immune to most diseases anyway, which worked out in his favor. A little A.B.C. gum wasn't going to kill him.

So Geralt chewed the pre-masticated gum.

"What does it taste like?" Jaskier whispered out of morbid curiosity.

"Hmm. Spearmint. Cigarettes..." Geralt rumbled as he chewed, "Cheese, or something sweet. I can't really place it. Oh, wait. Bad kidneys. Probably from diabeetes."

"That sucks for him." Jaskier said, not even questioning Geralt's analysis. It was a Witcher Thing.

"Her."

"You can stop now."

*smug hmmm.*

Later that day, Jaskier almost ate an earthworm Geralt found under a rock as they wandered through the woods, looking for nekkers.

Almost, because he ended up spitting it out after trying to be funny and suck it up like a spaghetti noodle. Geralt had doubled over laughing as Jaskier gagged on the worm. Jaskier's face had twisted up, and he'd made this humorus gargling noise before spitting the worm out.

Jaskier dared Geralt to lick a sticky substance off the side of a tree. It was probably sap. It was difficult tell. It wasn't particularly sap-colored, and didn't have that resin smell.

Geralt couldn't sense anything toxic about it, so he leaned in and licked the stream of goo. Hm. That was an odd flavor. It tasted kind of like...goat and something musky...

Geralt gagged and grabbed his canteene. He desperately started rinsing his mouth.

"What?" Jaskier asked, hovering between concern and confusion. Geralt babbled something about dryads and satyrs f***ing as he spat and gargled frantically. "That's not sap!" he screamed in lowercase.

Jaskier gasped, then ugly laughed, "You-you licked satyr nut!"

"Do you mind?" the tree grumbled in Elder, in a crabby tone, "I'm kind of worn out and would like to sleep!"

"You licked satyr nut off a treeussy!" Jaskier said to Geralt out of the corner of his mouth before addressing the dryad. Geralt elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

"A thousand appologies! We didn't mean to disturb you," Jaskier paused to bow slightly before continuing, "My friend and I were just passing through, and we will be on our way now."

The tree grumbled and shook its branches in a shooing motion at them.

They quickly left.

Geralt spat periodically as they walked in silence, a vaguely haunted look on his face.

"Dare Truce?" Jaskier offered.

"Dare Truce."

[desertedwaterwitch]

I made this post not only for my fellow witches, but also for the random users who need to see this.

Most witches know that being “clean” not only mentally, but physically, is extremely important. Negativity attracts negativity, even when you might not realize you’re doing it.

I have COVID for the second time in two years. First was in May 2022. I forgot how miserable it is! And it’s especially hard with my horrible immune system and very few white blood cells. One of my disabilities is epilepsy, so since my body is so stressed, it’s triggered more seizures for me.

This is not my year. I have had two hand surgeries before this and what do you know, the day I got my bandage off from the second surgery, was the day my dad got tested and it was positive. Then he gave Covid to my mom and my mom, who has been taking care of me after my surgeries, gave it to me.

Make sure you clean your living spaces! It’s important we do all we can to keep ourselves healthy. Remember to wash your hands frequently, especially after using the bathroom. Get some Lysol wipes or spray and disinfect! Also make sure to clean your phone! Don’t just wipe it with your shirt. Look up how to do it. For me I take off my iPhone case and sanitize with Lysol wipes. Usually just the outside of it. Get a microfiber cloth (I hate the texture too, so just hold it with one finger), and dampen a corner of it. Turn off your phone and wipe the screen down with the damp corner. Wipe the sides and buttons, and also by the charging area because those are nasty. Make sure to not get water into any crevices or the charging port. Let it dry and then put the case back on. Do this once a week.

When I get better and also can use my left hand again (also when I have the spoons), I will be sanitizing my room and bathroom. My steps for cleaning my bathroom are this if you’d like to see:

Remove everything off the countertop. This includes hand soap, water flosser, toothbrush, toothpaste, makeup, mouthwash, etc.

Use Lysol wipes or a generic brand version to wipe my counters and sinks down. It leaves water behind so I use a rag to soak up the excess.

I then get this spray (pic at bottom) that’s for both regular wiping and also to disinfect. I do both even though I just used the Lysol wipes. You follow the instructions on the back until the counter and sinks are sanitized. Make sure to sanitize the spouts!

I get a few rags that I use specifically for cleaning and get my Windex spray to clean the mirror. I use one of the rags for that.

I then put everything back where it belongs on the counter, including putting things away that I don’t need out.

Grab some disposable gloves (I never do but I should) to use when working with the toilet.

Get the disposable wipes. Close the toilet completely, and starting by cleaning the outside of the water tank, make your way down. Replace for another wipe when this one is too dirty. Make sure to get behind the toilet seat in those crevices. Lift up both seats and clean them even if you hate it.

I use Clorox toilet wands I get on Amazon or Target. I put one of the disposable pads on the wand and scrub the inside of the toilet and up around in the grooves. Let it sit for a couple minutes and then flush. Dispose of the pad.

Use Lysol wipes to disinfect the toilet handle and I use it to disinfect my handheld sprayer.

Cleaning the shower depends on what you’d like to do. I like using products specifically made for showers. Be mindful of the material of your shower when buying products so that the tile or whatever isn’t ruined.

Use that disinfectant spray to go around by the baseboards and see if there are any marks or gross spots on the wall.

Sanitize the light switches and doorknob. Both doorknobs.

Get your vacuum and vacuum that bathroom. I use my Roomba which I love, but obviously any vacuum that works on hard floor will work.

After vacuuming, I use my swiffer mop to mop the floors, starting at the far end and walking backwards.

Let it dry and make sure the trash is empty for a polished look.

WASH YOUR FREAKING HANDS WHEN YOU ARE DONE!

⬇️ *The spray used for both cleaning and disinfecting. It shows you how on the back of it. I got this from Target.