#leg wraps for humans

[americacryous]

Discover the ultimate solution for equine therapy with the best Equine Laser Therapy Machine from American Cryo. Designed to enhance performance, accelerate recovery, and alleviate pain, this cutting-edge technology sets a new standard in equine care. Trusted by professionals worldwide, American Cryo delivers unmatched quality and innovation in every therapy session. Elevate your horse's well-being with the best Equine Laser Therapy Machine from American Cryo.

#leg wraps for humans #cold compression therapy #best equine laser therapy machine

[patriotpaintinginc]

Unleash Your Inner Warrior with These Stylish Leg Wraps for Humans

Leg wraps have been a staple in many cultures around the world for centuries, providing both functionality and fashion. Now, with the resurgence of interest in traditional and historical clothing, leg wraps are making a comeback in modern fashion. Our leg wraps for humans are designed to offer the same benefits as their historical counterparts, with a modern twist. They are made from high-quality materials that are both comfortable and durable and are available in a range of styles and colors to suit any taste.

#Leg Wraps For Humans

[nextlevelinjuryandpostoprecovery]

Quad Wave Class IV Equine Laser | Quad 45W Laser Class IV Device

The Quad 45W Laser Class IV Device allows for accelerated healing, exceptional pain relief, and rapid post-surgical recovery.

Accelerated wound healing

Anti-inflammatory

Effective pain relief

Reduced recovery time

Increase in blood oxygen levels

Enhanced cell function

Our device uses electromagnetic rays at red or Near InfraRed (NIR) wavelengths. The laser enables precise and accurate treatments to reduce inflammation and pain, and promote recovery.

How it Works

The Quad Orthopedic equine laser uses diodes to emit InfraRed laser beams in either continuous or pulsed phases. The continuous mode enables a gentler treatment of more superficial conditions, such as tendon and ligament injuries. Super-pulsed mode enables intensive treatment, with the intervals adding safety by preventing heat generation. The beams are carried via a fiber optic cable to the treatment wand, which is aimed over the skin using the red light aiming beam. As treatment is delivered, infrared light penetrates the tissue, at the correct dosage, depth and duration. The light energy causes biochemical changes to occur at cellular level, stimulating cell proliferation leading to wound repair. Free nerve endings are also stimulated, blocking pain pathways and bringing rapid pain relief to the horse.

Technical Specification:-

GaAs diode laser with deep penetrating 980nm, 915nm and 810nm diodes.

Outstanding 45W power for rapid treatments in super-pulsed mode.

High powered Near InfraRed (NIR) laser diodes produce electromagnetic energy.

Super-pulsed output enables rapid treatment without heating.

Quickstart function enables optimum treatment times.

Fiber handpiece with 0.4mm spot size for focused treatment.

Operates within 5-40°C and less than 80% humidity range.

Main body input voltage DC 12V~17V, Power input AC110V ~ 220V ± 20%.

Dimensions 235 * 278 * 325mm, weighing 6.5 kg.

12.1" color touchscreen for microcomputer control.

Software updating through USB plug'n'play upgrades.

Operates within 5-40°C and less 80% humidity range.

Main body input voltage DC 12V~17V, Power input AC110V ~ 220V ± 20%.

Screen powered with Li-battery 4700mAh (2-hr working, 8-hr standby).

Dimensions 235 * 278 * 325mm, weighing 6.5 kg.

10" color touchscreen for microcomputer control.

Quad Wave Class IV Laser Equineee for Fast, Deep Healing

Superior device for the veterinary clinic, equine rehab or training center.

Instantly available, rapid treatment reduces downtime in sport horses.

Deeper, long-lasting rehabilitation from traumatic sports injuries

Improves career longevity by addressing distal limb stress injuries

Approved by veterinarians, professional riders, and equine physical therapists.

650nm wavelength: This wavelength is best used for wound healing and scar tissue regeneration by promoting healing of skin surface tissues. The wavelength is largely absorbed by the melanin in the skin, inhibiting bacteria proliferation and promoting fine cell growth.

810nm wavelength: This wavelength rapidly activates the hemoglobin oxygenation process to transfer energy supplies from blood into muscles and tendons. This promotes tissue regeneration and increases ATP production.

915nm wavelength: This wavelength increases the blood oxygen transport capacity facilitating release of nutrients needed for self-healing and allowing cells to absorb these nutrients.

980nm wavelength: This wavelength decreases pain via the analgesic effect by optimizing thermoreceptors and mechanoreceptor interactions with the peripheral nervous system. This activates the gate-control mechanism to produce the analgesia.

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[anxiously-sidequesting]

Big shout-out to the ocs and lore that depicts physical/appearance changes due to high concentration and uses of magic btw that shit is so cool. Whether your wizard's hair turns blue or straight up grows an extra arm due to the excessive amount of powerful magic they use everyday I eat that shit up. Bonus points if it's a rare/newly discovered condition or if your wizard is just straight up unrecognizable from arc 1 to arc 4. Bonus bonus points if the wizard gains a disability from it and has to learn to adapt to their new condition

#holly steelcry was shroter than average before the paradox in empyrea thing. they grew 3 ft after that #also got personal hcs of shadow magic in particular having physical and mental adverse effects to those who practice it regularly #i froth at the mouth whenever i see wizard ocs that have extra or atypical features due to their magical experiences #i actually have an eldritch wizard au where they slowly become less Human and more Thing. personality wise theyre still chill- #-but physically they look like Nyarlathotep #one random shadow magic hc - physical scars start to form on your body based on that person's biggest mental block/trauma #shadow practioner young wizard has strange scars that looks like a clawed hand wrapped around their throat or an azteca constellation #<- due to their unresolved guilt over azteca #or scars over their stomach that look like monsteous spider legs stretched outwards due to their guilt of being fooled by gf spider #wizard101 #w101 #wiz101 #text posts #ALL WIZARD OCS ARE BOMB BTW I DIDNT MEAN JUST ONE TYPE OF OCS. EVERY OC IS AWESOME #i just get the Good Feelings whenever i see that specific type of oc/lore for some reason

[quietwingsinthesky]

if i imagine the doctor getting cuddled enough, it’ll fix me. that’s how that works.

#nine with rose and jack asleep on his shoulders and not moving in the same way you cant move when a cat is in your lap…. #ten with his head on rose’s belly getting scritches as he dozes off… or with martha while she lays her head on his chest and listens to his #hearts until she falls asleep… or with donna all tangled up on top of and under each other like the human equivalent of a rubber band ball.. #eleven with his head in amy’s lap…. eleven wrapped around rory… eleven in the middle of them with his face squished against rory’s chest and #amy curled around his back… eleven and river cuddling at different points with varying levels of trust and comfort but theyre so touchy no #matter what else they are… #eleven and clara folded up back to chest with eleven’s legs spread to let her lean back against him. you could squint and theyd look like #one person sitting there…. #just some thoughts <3 #oh you know what i forgot? #ten and simm!master deserve cuddling time too. kicking and nipping at each other in their sleep. holding on too tight for either to escape #into the night. eventually the master rolls over until he’s laying on top of the doctor and the doctor doesnt even protest just lays there #getting squished and snoring

[plaidpyjamas]

Idk what I'm doing I've never played baldies door

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 oc #baldur's gate 3 oc #why yes this is my self insert who is half Tiefling half human but ALSO some kind of Dhampir thing but it's a SECRET #i said fuck it im making a mary sue #not sure if he's got horns but if he does #they are v small and v cute and he's v shy about them #and he can't stop wrapping his tail around people's legs #mainly Astarion and Gale #and yes this does all mean Emery sometimes drinks Astarion's blood #that's the WHOLE reason we're here!

[toytulini]

What are some interesting parasitic worm facts???

theres like a whole bunch of them that end up ur lungs and make cough them up to reswallow them and get back into ur gut and thats just so fucking wild. also tapeworms dont have mouths? also if u get tapeworms by eating the eggs instead of eating baby worm cysts in meat of a prey animal then u get them to do baby worm cysts in YOUR meat instead and that can include the brain meat which apparently can sometimes cause epilepsy? and also is probably like the biggest evidence that the "tapeworm diet" was bullshit bc it was supposedly offering eggs which would give u the baby worm cysts in ur muscles and tissues instead of an adult worm in ur gut just stealing some nutrients.

#parasites tw #anonymous #anon #ask #parasitic worms #sorry this isnt much i like just woke up #and i actually havent been able to like lose myself in hyperfocus about worms in like months for idk reasons. stressed #sad :( #the WHO just straight up is not tracking tapeworms bc its so often like asymptomatic? #or symptoms are usually mild IF u get the adult worms #apparently it might be one of the most common if not the most common cause of infectious epilepsy in #a lot of parts of the world which. i did not realize #was possible and certainly not from worms? #to be clear this is not like. The only cause of epilepsy and i am not saying that everyone with epilepsy has worm cysts in their brain. #i do not know much about epilepsy #ALSO i recently learned guinea worm is no longer only found in humans which might. put a damper on eradication efforts #BUT eradication efforts seem to be going well there dont seem to be a lot of guinea worm infections or endemic countries anymore #also guinea worm removal treatment is pretty much the same as its always been where u just kinda slowly wrap the worm around a stick or #piece of gauze as its slowly coming out of ur leg and apparently this treatment might be where the rod of asclepius is from #is the treatment of guinea worm!!!! #thats so fucking wild #parasites are terrifying and fascinating and also theyre like i have to have the most ridiculous complicated lifecycle or else #i didnt even really talk about any particularly complicated lifecycles just aaaaaaa u kno

[tricktster]

around when I first started dating my boyfriend i bought myself this novelty blanket that looks like a photorealistic tortilla because I am SUCH A SUCKER for novelty shit. when he saw it in person for the first time his eyes lit up, which should have been a warning sign for the indignities to come.

so he’s a first responder and his day shifts start obnoxiously early as far as I, a pampered corporate asshole, am concerned. almost invariably when he’s at my place there will be an alarm at an hour that is downright unconscionable that will make him wake up and roll out of bed to get ready and will simultaneously make me burrow under the pillows grumbling about how surely nobody actually NEEDS their lives saved this early in the morning, after which I will promptly attempt to go back to sleep

he is a clever man and he knows this is when i am most vulnerable to attack.

every single time we do this dance, he quietly dresses, packs up, goes about getting ready to leave, and then when i have juuuust fallen back asleep, he returns with the tortilla blanket. He finds it no matter where I have hidden it.

He then creeps silently up to my side of the bed and uses his superior speed, strength, and reflexes to wrap me up in it incredibly tightly while i am still dazed and sputtering, so that i cannot move my legs or arms and am reduced to humiliating halfhearted magikarp flops that do not deter him from at least attempting to kiss my forehead.

then he goes to my bedroom door, opens it, then pauses, turns around, looks at me, the soft human filling of the facsimile of an enormous burrito he has just constructed, and says in his best romantic lead voice “I’ll see you soon, beans.”

you cannot understand how devastating it is to my ego that i am beans.

[americacryous]

Harnessing the Chill: America Cryo's Cooling Wraps for Humans Revolutionize Cold Compression Therapy

Explore the innovative approach of America Cryo in enhancing cold compression therapy with their cutting-edge Cooling Wraps for Humans. Learn how these revolutionary products are reshaping recovery and wellness strategies, providing practical solutions for athletes, patients, and individuals seeking optimal performance and comfort.

Introduction: The Evolution of Cold Compression Therapy

In the realm of wellness and recovery, the integration of cold compression therapy has long been hailed as a cornerstone for alleviating pain, reducing inflammation, and accelerating recovery. With advancements in technology and a growing emphasis on holistic approaches to health, America Cryo has emerged as a pioneering force in revolutionizing cold compression therapy. Central to their groundbreaking solutions are the Cooling Wraps for Humans, designed to optimize comfort and efficacy in therapeutic applications.

Understanding Cooling Wraps for Humans: The Core of America Cryo's Innovation

At the heart of America Cryo's offerings lies the Cooling Wraps for Humans – a fusion of cutting-edge design, premium materials, and advanced cooling technology. Unlike conventional ice packs or wraps, these innovative products are engineered to deliver targeted cold therapy while ensuring maximum comfort and flexibility for the user. Whether recovering from intense workouts, managing chronic pain, or seeking post-operative relief, individuals can now harness the power of cold compression therapy with unparalleled ease and effectiveness.

Benefits Beyond Conventional Solutions

The integration of Cooling Wraps for Humans into one's wellness regimen unlocks a myriad of benefits that transcend traditional cold compression therapy methods. Here's how America Cryo's offerings stand out:

Precision Targeting: With adjustable straps and customizable sizing options, Cooling Wraps for Humans provide precise, targeted compression to specific areas of the body, ensuring optimal therapeutic benefits.

Enhanced Comfort: Crafted from premium, breathable materials, these wraps prioritize comfort without compromising on cooling efficiency, allowing users to wear them for extended periods with ease.

Versatility: From sports injuries to post-operative care, Cooling Wraps for Humans cater to a diverse range of therapeutic needs, making them indispensable tools for athletes, patients, and wellness enthusiasts alike.

Durability and Reusability: Unlike disposable ice packs, America Cryo's wraps are designed for long-term use, offering durability and sustainability without sacrificing performance.

Unlocking the Potential of Cold Compression Therapy

Beyond the individual benefits of Cooling Wraps for Humans, America Cryo's mission extends to empowering users with comprehensive resources and insights into the principles of cold compression therapy. Through educational initiatives, workshops, and online resources, the company aims to demystify the science behind cold therapy, empowering individuals to make informed decisions about their wellness journey.

The Intersection of Innovation and Wellness

As AmericaCryo continues to push the boundaries of cold compression therapy, its commitment to innovation remains unwavering. By leveraging feedback from users, collaborating with healthcare professionals, and staying at the forefront of technological advancements, the company continually refines and evolves its product offerings to meet the changing needs of its diverse clientele.

Conclusion: Embracing the Chill with AmericaCryo

In a landscape where wellness and recovery are paramount, AmericaCryo's Cooling Wraps for Humans emerge as a beacon of innovation and efficacy in cold compression therapy. By marrying cutting-edge technology with a commitment to user-centric design, the company empowers individuals to take control of their health and well-being like never before. As we journey towards a future of enhanced recovery and optimal performance, AmericaCryo stands poised to lead the way, one cooling wrap at a time.

Unlock the Power of Cold Compression Therapy with America Cryo's Cooling Wraps for Humans – Experience Relief, Rejuvenation, and Recovery Today!

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[thefallofruins]

Sukuna is amused by how reckless you can be in his presence. How is it that you are so carelessly sprawled in his bed, with him by your side, sleeping like a baby?

Your leg is casually wrapped around him, the daylight glow cascading from the windows onto your happily asleep form, your lips parted and a hand of yours rested across his chest. He sighs as he studies you, never has he seen a human so beautiful.

“Brat.” His voice follows a nudge, to which you don’t respond. He clicks his tongue and calls out again, “Brat.”

You shift a little, but no response. Others would’ve been shitting their pants in his presence, but you act as if you don’t care an ounce about his reputed cruelty or the fact that he was the strongest and the most monstrous being out there.

He sighs again, the fingers of the hand that was protectively wrapped around you beginning to twirl the strands of your hair.

“Wake up, brat.” He tugs on your hair, causing a soft whine to erupt from you.

“Noo…” you groan, snuggling sleepily against his chest, “one more minute…Suku…”

He huffs, hands drawing circles on your waist. He wonders why his heart can’t render its usual coldness when it comes to you. You’re starting to make a fool out of him….

“Stupid woman,” he says, as he pulls you close to make best of your warmth. You’re such a foolish, ridiculous little brat. And yet when you pull such antics, he can’t help but let out a little smile.

Oh, the things you do to him.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #Sukuna fluff #ruins posts #suku <3

[nextlevelinjuryandpostoprecovery]

Benefits of Cryotherapy and Compression for Surgery - America Cryo

According to the CDC (Centers for Disease Control and Prevention) more than 50 million people undergo inpatient surgery each year. While surgery is typically performed with the intention of fixing a problem, it also creates a whole new injury — a wound which then stimulates inflammation, which is a major source of post-surgical pain.

Some inflammation is good — it is the body’s response to physical trauma and can even stimulate the immune system to prevent infection. But following surgery, you don’t want this reaction to last too long because it prolongs the pain which then in turn prolongs your return to movement, which speeds healing. In addition, the swelling that normally accompanies inflammation can impede recovery and cause serious discomfort.

Cold and Pressure for Post-Op Pain Relief

RICE (rest, ice, compression, and elevation) is a widely accepted and recommended method of reducing pain and swelling, however compliance can be problematic. Bags of ice melt, requiring replacement, and they’re also awkward and difficult to keep on some body parts, such as the shoulder. In order to produce the compression needed to stimulate tissue regeneration and encourage lymph resorption, you then have to position yourself in a way that keeps the bag of ice tightly against the inflamed area. The entire operation is challenging enough when you have full control of all your muscles, but post-surgery many people give up earlier than recommended due to the inconvenience.

Ice Compression Moove provides all of the benefits of RICE without the hassle, and without having to travel to a physical therapy appointment in order to administer advanced therapy to your surgical wound.

Benefits of Portable Compression Therapy Systems:

Easy to manage post-op (eliminates messy ice bags and the need to get up and down to refill them).

Provides compression in variable levels — from o to 75 mmhg — in order to stimulate lymph drainage and reduce swelling.

Allows user control of both ice water cycling time and compression levels, which prevents over-chilling and facilitates precise adherence to the RICE recommendation of your doctor or physical therapist.

Wraps engineered specifically for the knee, shoulder, hip, and wrist for the perfect fit, allowing the ice water to circulate around the entire surgical area, delivering full-coverage relief.

Easy to transport, so you can take it with you if you must travel away from home while you’re still healing.

Reduces the need for post-surgical narcotic pain medication, which can create swelling, pain, and prevent a quick return to movement, which is now recommended as the quickest way to encourage the body to heal itself. Cold compression allows you to get up and moving faster, thus speeding your body’s healing process and getting you back to your regular life as soon as possible after your operation.

Convenient Options

Surgical recovery is a temporary situation. Unless you’re an endurance athlete or expect to undergo multiple surgeries, you may prefer the option of renting a MOOVE device rather than buying. Choose from multiple options, including one wrap or two.

There’s no reason to make the trek to a doctor’s office or physical therapy facility when you can stay at home resting as you’re supposed to and administer cold therapy and compression to your surgical site without any mess or inconvenience.

Be sure to follow your care provider’s advice regarding the administration of ice and heat, and arrange for someone to assist you during your recovery. Make your surgical recover quicker and easier by using a Portable Cold Compression System.

Meta: Surgical recovery doesn’t have to be a traumatic experience. Cold compression therapy with MOOVE reduces pain and swelling and speeds healing.

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[blueparadis]

when you sit on his lap, legs spread apart from each other, folded and glued along his thighs your dragon!boyfriend knows that it is time for some "instinct inspection" or as you like to put it but he knows that it will eventually end up being much more than that; it always does: either end up him getting hard when you are done or you hurt yourself spilling blood in drops. tsk, what a waste!

but today, it is going to be more than that. . .

"Say ahh," you would order, just like other days, before grazing your index finger against his fangs. At first, it does not grow, you just feel the sharp edge of his fangs on your supple skin. what a tease you are! It grows when you pull away your hand and adjust on his lap for a better grip and angle.

"Bad manners," you would say whenever you spot him letting go of his human form. he even remembers hearing that when he lowly growling in front of strangers who were following you the other night but at times like these, when the whole world is busy, when no one is looking at you two—he can let go of it; that carefully crafted camouflaged self to fool your kind and let his dormant side take over.

"It is just a bite," he would say after sucking your blood from your wrist as he held your arm by the wrist. But it is kind of frustrating, don't you think? how you are sitting on his lap, checking if he has hunted any animals or eaten your kind or not. And when you see he has been such a good boy, slowly learning to control his habits and instincts, don't you think it's a little unfair when you don't reward him? He licks the trickling blood along your hand from up your elbow to your wrist; you can see two dots, fairly distanced and round but somehow it does not hurt.

To think that you would teach him about 'control' and 'instinct', what a naive human being you are.

Even though you are still sitting on his lap, one of his hands holding yours from where he freshly sucked your sweet blood and your other hand is holding his yet you feel something tightening around your belly. You do not stop him as his tail wraps around your body, his eyes slowly getting to glow, his skin changing, shining but before he changes completely you kiss him, kiss him with full might as if you will do the moment your lips part from his.

And when you pull away, he just takes deep breaths and says, "One more time," gulping he adds, "Please," now how could you turn that down even though he has been quite rebellious.

#ʚ watermelon wine ɞ #neuvilette x you #neuvilette x reader #neuvilette x y/n #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #zhongli x y/n #dragon x human #dragon x reader #neuvillette smut #zhongli smut #imbibitor lunae x reader #imbibitor lunae smut #neuvillete x reader #monster x reader #monster x human #monster x you #monster x female #x female reader #x fem!reader #x female y/n #cw dark content #hsr hcs #hsr smut #gi headcanons #gi smut #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact hcs #honkai star rail headcanons #honkai star rail smut

[captainfern]

thinking about captain john price being built like this

oh… (18+, gn!reader)

in my humblest of opinions, the ‘strong dad bod’ is one of the sexiest fucking builds a man can have and i can’t stop thinking about them

especially if price had one *screams into my pillow like an idiot*

can you imagine how obsessed he’d be with draping his body over yours ?? like if you’re at the kitchen counter, or standing on your toes to reach something on a high shelf, price would be smushing himself right up against your back

big arms wrapping around your torso, large hands splayed over the softness of your belly, the warm mounds of his pectorals and stomach pressed firmly against your back

he’d tuck his head against your shoulder and kiss your neck and the side of your face, pushing more of his weight onto you

such a good hugger, so warm and cozy and safe <3 would also be used as a human weighted blanket and i’d hope to god he’d trap me beneath him oh my god

imagine running your hands up and down the smooth, fatty ridges of muscle that took up most of his abdomen and arms. the hair too !! ugh i’d just pet him for hours like a little cat lol

*sarah paulson voice* THE HORNY IS ESCAPING !!!

thinking about the feel of this kind of body draped over your back as he fucked you hard into the mattress, both of his hands on your hips and keeping you pinned so that he could rut into you like a man starved

mmm or his large hands wrapped around your legs and keeping them bent up towards your head while he drills into you, his own soft tummy rubbing against yours

price with a muscly dad bod like this would make you put your legs over his wide shoulders while he’s eating you out, one hand on the pudge of your lower stomach and the other squeezing the flesh of your arse

god his cock would be so fucking thick like don’t even get me started 😭

he’d stretch you open so well too, make you come almost one too many times before he’s easing himself into you and stretching you open with a moan of your name

or or you’d ride him and constantly running your hands and/or nails up and down the soft dips of his body, moaning as his cock hit so deep and almost made you come within mere seconds of sinking down onto his cock lmao

i’m so horny for price and this type of body oh my god i just can’t

#captainfern #captain john price #captain john price smut #price smut #call of duty #call of duty smut #going insane oh my fucking god

[ceilidho]

prompt: construction worker ghost and his elementary school teacher neighbour who made the poor decision to start feeding him (nsfw, 2k) [based on this old ask] [on ao3 here]

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They say not to feed wild animals. 

It makes them grow soft, lazy. Alters their behaviour. Takes an animal previously capable of finding its own food dependent on humans for sustenance. Makes them lose their natural fear of humans and nearly always results in an increase in human-wildlife conflicts as they start to seek out people. It’s a known fact. You can’t go to a park without seeing it plastered on posters in the bathroom and on the sides of the vending machines under the gazebos where you purchase your post-hike iced tea and veggie roll to eat on a nearby bench. 

You know this. So you really don’t know what possessed you to leave a cooler full of sandwiches on your neighbour’s doormat before turning in for the night. 

He wakes up preternaturally early and leaves every morning around four-thirty or five o’clock on the dot. Sometimes in the fog of sleep, you wake to hear the door to the apartment beside yours crack open and slam shut, and then the sound of lumbering footsteps down the hall towards the staircase before that door opens and slams shut too. 

He never comes home before four o’clock at the earliest. That’s around when you come home from work as well, meaning that you sometimes catch him at the door, him covered in grime and reeking of old sweat while you come flouncing down the hall in whatever colourful dress you’d donned that morning, inevitably paint-splattered by the end of the day. Always something appropriate to wear at an elementary school but colourful enough to keep the kids’ eyes and attention on you. 

You’ve caught his name in half-whispered conversations with the property manager, but aside from that, all you know about Simon Riley is that he works in construction. He certainly looks the part: big, calloused hands with blunt, dirt-caked nails and cut up fingers, knuckles always swollen and thick. Body all strength and brawn. Hard hat tucked under his armpit and decorated with countless stickers from old job sites, the same way his forearm is covered in tattoos. 

You’ve even passed by his current job site once or twice—some new condo complex going up by the canal that’s forced you and hundreds of other commuters to leave an extra thirty minutes early to account for the road closures. You pointedly don’t bring that up in conversation though. That would just be rude. 

At least it would be something to talk about though.

It’s not like the two of you talk. You’re not close by any means. Though you moved in a few months ago, you haven’t had much luck mustering up the confidence to squeak out more than a hi to him in passing. When he grunts back something approximating a hello, it’s all you can do not to break your key in the lock when you hurry into your apartment and slam the door shut behind you, heart beating frantically in your chest. 

It’s humiliating. You’re a grown woman and you’ve talked to plenty of men before. You’ve dated plenty of men before. Just because this one speaks in monosyllables and stares at you with an intensity that makes your stomach churn and your palms grow sweaty doesn’t change anything. Just because this one is built like a redwood with wrists thick enough that you’d need both hands to wrap around doesn’t make him any different than any other person.

And yet, when Simon asks you for your name on a rainy June afternoon after you’ve come in after him for a change only to find him sifting through letters at the mailbox, you garble out something that sounds nothing like your name before scurrying up the stairs to your flat.

It’s humiliating. It’s humid outside and your dress is sticking to all the wrong places (namely, your nipples and the inside of your thighs when the skirt swishes between your legs with each stride) and now you’ve made an ass of yourself in front of the only hot guy in your building. There are serial arsonists with more charm than you. 

So maybe the sandwiches are an apology letter or an olive branch. Or maybe it just makes your heart race to think of Simon opening up the cooler and finding four wax paper-wrapped sandwiches tucked neatly over ice packs. 

All you know is that when you step out of your apartment the next morning, the cooler is empty on your doormat, the lid propped open. He must have taken them with him. 

You smile. A job well done. Apology served fresh, with cucumber slices in the middle. 

The problem starts when you don’t leave him another cooler full of sandwiches on his doormat the next day. 

You didn’t consider that he might think you’d make it a habit. Perhaps that’s partially on you for not leaving a note on the cooler the first time to explain that it was just a one-off; just a way to apologize for being less than chipper around him. But instead of shrugging it off, you come home after a long day to find him standing right outside your apartment, arms crossed over his chest, thick biceps straining against his sweat-stained shirt. 

“Open the door,” Simon commands, nostrils flaring as he glares down at you. He jerks his head towards your door when you just frown, not following. “Been starving here waiting for you to show up.”

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. You’re at a loss for words, never mind that your whole job involves talking. He leaves you speechless though. 

Simon doesn’t move when you step close enough to unlock the door. You try to keep your body angled away so as not to brush up against him, but it’s inevitable. He doesn’t move when the door opens either, forcing you to squeeze by him. 

He goes straight to the kitchen and drags a chair out, letting it scrape across the floor like men always do before taking a seat. You follow after him nervously, apprehensive at having a man in your space. Not just a man, but Simon Riley. It feels sacrilege—not like he has no right being in your space, but you can’t imagine him here, sitting at your tiny dining room table like he comes over for dinner every Sunday. 

When he catches you standing under the archway to the kitchen just staring at him, he barks, “Well?”

That has you scurrying over to the fridge to pull out the cold cuts and pickled red onions. There’s a loaf of bread already on the counter, the bag twisted and tucked underneath because you had to leave in a rush this morning. You don’t know half of what you pile on the sandwiches, but whatever you serve him must satisfy him because Simon digs in with gusto, finishing the plate off in only a few bites while you wash the cutlery in the sink. You watch him out of the corner of your eye the whole while.

He leaves not too long after that, only a light warning for you to not miss tomorrow’s lunch before heading back over to his own apartment. You don’t even get a word in edgewise. 

It becomes something of a routine after that and not one you have any control over. Every night before bed, you leave him a cooler full of sandwiches and other things like cut up fruit or slices of cheese on his doormat, and every afternoon you rock up to him waiting on your doorstep, demanding to be let in. 

He takes to giving you a wet kiss before he leaves, all tongue and his fingers curled around the nape of your neck, holding you in place. When you try to cover his mouth with your hand, he nips at your fingers until you move them and let him slip you some tongue. 

The day you make him a casserole for supper, he bends you over the back of your couch and eats you out. Simon eats like a man starving, glutting himself on the wetness between your legs, licking even over the furl of your asshole and chuckling under his breath when you squeal and flail, your toes just brushing against the floor. 

In the aftermath, you sit panting in his lap while he eats. He gets up only briefly to get the bowl of strawberries and cream you left chilling in the fridge before lifting you up and putting you right back in his lap. You stare bleary-eyed when he holds a finger covered in cream up to your lips.

“Clean me up, pet,” he says, then watches you with half-lidded eyes while you lick his finger clean. 

He makes you suck his fingers too, to keep things even. He does it when you’re angled half off the bed, thick digits stuffed down your throat until your eyes leak big, fat tears that he licks away, hungry for those too. The man is always hungry, always keen to fill his belly. 

The arrangement continues on long enough to become normal, even routine. Simon shows up at your door every day after work waiting to be fed, and then makes you come a couple times before he leaves, a little thank you to repay you for the food. He never really says all that much when he comes around, not a conversationalist of a man. His preference is to eat, fuck, and leave, which you’re happy to accommodate, still too tongue-tied yourself to broach a real conversation. 

That’s all before he starts helping himself to your bed for a quick nap after a big supper. Then for naps that turn into a full night’s sleep, snoring like a chainsaw under the covers with you tucked under his arm, naked breasts pressed against his side, keeping you awake most of the night until you pass out somewhere around one A.M. 

Just as you suspected, Simon gets up at around four or five to be at the jobsite on time, but at your place, he gets up a bit earlier to help himself to breakfast. He doesn't even bother waking you up, just turns you over onto your tummy and spreads your legs before sinking his dick into where you're still stretched out from the night before. If you wake up or squirm, he just leans down and murmurs, “S'alright, pet…just need a pick me up before work. Go back to sleep, you’re okay,” and ruts between your thighs until he comes inside you and leaves you all wet in bed with one last messy kiss to your temple. 

The door slams shut on his way out. 

Because you feed him, he keeps coming back. The workday passes in a blur: attendance, a spelling test, recess, maths in the afternoon, and then you’re driving home in the same daze that has you slamming on the brakes before rear ending an old woman who stopped two cars behind the truck at the redlight ahead. 

You’re home earlier than him for a change, so you unlock the door quickly while there’s still a chance to avoid him. No such luck. When Simon turns up, he pounds on the door until you let him in. And you do. 

It’s a wonder you haven’t come apart at the seams, horny and pent up after this morning. You were too sleepy to come after all, rode hard and put away wet. Still, you flit nervously around the apartment, looking everywhere but at him. 

He always smells rich after working all day in the sun, like sweat and dirt. It's not a particularly nice smell, but it still kind of gets you going. He goes for a shower and then collapses on the couch after, beckoning you over to you crawl into his lap and grind yourself on his thigh because he knows of course. Simon can probably smell it on you, the ache. He shushes you when you whine about it, big hands fitting around your hips and pressing you down until your clit rubs deliciously against the muscle of his thigh and your head goes cloudy, cheek mushed against the pillow of his chest. 

When you come, Simon tips your chin up with his knuckle and murmurs, “Knickers off, love. Haven’t got my fill.”

He feeds you your own slick from his fingers when he kneels on the floor in front of the couch, your legs draped over his shoulders. Your fingers scratch helplessly over shorn blond hair, buzzed almost to the scalp. It’s prickly under your fingertips. 

Simon’s a messy eater. Your slick dribbles down his lips and glistens on his chin. It makes the blood roar under your skin, feverishly hot. 

“Please, Simon,” you whine, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “It hurts.”

You feel his lips quirk up against the folds of your pussy, the flat of his tongue running up the seam and flicking over your clit. He chuckles when your hips jerk. “Greedy aren’t you, pet? Didn’t even say thank you for getting on my knees.”

“You didn’t make me come!”

His voice borders on mocking when he coos, “Poor little thing. It’s gonna be a lot longer ‘til she gets to come if you don’t say thank you.”

Your brain goes staticy, fingers twitching on his scalp. His words echo back in your head. It’s rubbish, is what it is. All this time and he’s never said thank you once for the countless meals you’ve fed him. Indignation bubbles up in you, rising to the surface like fat on the cream, and you raise a hand to rub the tears from your eyes, a harsh rebuke on the tip of your tongue.

The protest dies on your lips when he meets your gaze. It’s hungrier than anything you’ve ever seen. Whatever animal lives under his skin stares back at you with black eyes, drool leaking from its jowls. It’s mindless, intent only on slaking its hunger. Filling its empty belly. And it is not afraid of you anymore. It knows you’ll feed it until it’s full. It knows you won’t let it go hungry anymore. 

So, always leery of the bigger animal in the room, you mumble out a chest-thick, “Thank you,” and shiver when he grins. 

There’s a reason they tell you not to feed strays. They often come back for more.

#ceil writing #cod mw2 #cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost/reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley/reader

[screampied]

whiny toji was something i did know i needed till now🧍🏼‍♀️

now what about whiny sukuna👀👀 in his domain👀👀

-👁️

riding sukuna until he whines ★

warnings. fem! reader, unprotected, whiney sukuna, brief choking, praise, dirty talk, premature ejaculation, mdni.

“oh, fine. do your worst, brat,” the curse would snicker with a sly grin stretching against the very curvature of his crimson pink lips. he’s not taking you serious.

then again, it’s rare for the sukuna ryomen to ever take you, his precious favorite human serious. you enlighten him so to speak, he cherishes the time he spends with you . . including the moments where you’re entrapped with him in his own domain. you’ve never had the patience though, as you’re straddling his lap— you’re hovering over his leaky tip and his fangs poke out into a mere, wicked smile. “givin’ up now? what’s with the hesitation, little one?” and a hand of his runs down the sides of your waist, a smirk pulling against his lips once he hums in amusement. “scared ‘m gonna stretch you out like last time?”

“no one’s scared,” you reply with an eye roll, pressing a chaste kiss against his mouth. sukuna hums, multiple eyes flickering at you, taking in your beauty. a broad hand of his slings around your waist before giving it a tight squeeze. “just shut up ‘n lie back, ‘kuna.”

“not likin’ that attitude,” he grumps—crossing the upper part of his two arms before parting his legs. he was very beefy, the size difference between the two of you was almost adorable. another broad hand of his brings you closer, a hiss snakes from his lips as he feels your folds gradually swallow his frenulum. “but like i said, do your worst. i’ll be nice ‘n try not to fall asleep, heh.”

you were always annoyed with the smug, complacent smile that’s forevermore printed onto the curses lips. as you’re taking him down, it feels warm. he groans at the way your gummy walls easily clamp down against him.

easy, two of his hands grab onto your waist before he leans back against his throne. “you’re too cocky for your own good sometimes, ‘kuna,” and his eyes flicker at you. the nerve, he’d let you get away with saying almost anything to him.

the only reason why—simply because you were known as his favorite,

“and you’re too bratty for your own good,” he replies back with wit, the roughness in his tone making you throb. sukuna was so close to your ear, you inch closer until you’re met with his chest. perfectly toned pecs—soft toned pecs rubbing against your own, you can feel how perky his nipples were, brushing against the fabric of his cottony made kimono. inside his domain— it was dark, a mere scary glimpse of his own perfect little world. and yet, here he was sharing it with you. he sucks his teeth, your cunt holds him tight, refusing to let go and his head goes back. “my, perhaps you’ve missed me a lot more than you let on.”

so cocky,

with an eye roll, you lean in for a kiss— the demon returns it, a free hand of his wrapping around your throat whilst you’re taking him fully.

your hips start to sway, picking up a decent rhythm before you moan in his mouth. he skims a thumb down the aisle of your throat, feeling the vibrations that’s continuously flees from your voice. so harmonic, the sweet sounds you always made for him was a song he’d constantly listen to if he could.

“ugh,” he grunts, pulling away—a glimmering mixture of his own saliva departs away from your lips as he stares at you blankly. he’s almost in disbelief. with your arched hips in mere constant rotation, a raw groan rips from his lips. he finds it cute. the small prints of your fingers wrap around his throat, never once leaving eye contact. “you’re a kinky little girl today, huh. got no right choking m-me.”

sukuna’s voice falters all of sudden, he lets off a sharp gasp. the plump tip of his dick abruptly thumping against a specific spot deep inside of your swollen cunt. it hits it again, and again, and again,

he’s getting a bit sensitive. sukuna’s caught off guard—especially with how not only you’re choking him gingerly, but resuming to grind your sweet hips against him. so warm, you ride his lap like it’s your own personal throne. the middle parts of his back slumps against his royal seat as he gnaws on his lip. his breaths become significantly heavy and he already sounds like he’s running out of breath.

languidly,

your hips stutter against him—the hefty size of his cock rummages all through your pussy before you conceal yet another moan.

sukuna groans, feeling you lean up close to pierce the crowns of your teeth into the depths of his skin. lolling out your damp tongue, you savor the curses taste. he tastes sweet, almost salty but of course candied. a hand of his reaches near the outer cusps of your ass before a long nail of his carved light against your skin. moaning yourself, you seep your tongue canines into his neck to leave a mark and he grunts— yet this time, instead of his usual gruff tone that booms throughout his infamous, blood-curdling domain, for the first time in centuries or ever, sukuna ryomen whimpers.

it slips out of him easily, and oh is he embarrassed once he sees the dumbfounded expression of yours turn into straight smugness.

the whine spews from his ancient lips and he’s not fond of this feeling at all— he’s so deep into the very pits of your lower abdomen, making you feel every staggering inch of his cock and he sucks his teeth in desperation. a finger of yours slips through his kimono, trailing against his sculpted abs before you lean up close to him to whisper.

“aw,” you giggle with a hum shortly following, the rupture his dick makes within you almost gives your legs a good enough excuse to give up. running a finger down his undercut, you’re met with the meanest glare. “all that sass and you’re a whiny baby, sukuna,” and you thrust your hips against him further. the massive weight of his balls slapping back against your skin and he tenses up. broad shoulders raise before he whines again, although this time— it’s from feeling you kiss near the neglected corner of his lips. “who knew the king of curses could be a cute whiner.”

“s-shut up, mortal,” he groans, the sensitivity of his cock repeatedly thrashes against your g-spot. sukuna’s too caught off guard that he doesn’t even realize he ends up finishing early.. too early,

thick stringy ropes end up shooting into you, it’s warm and sticky. you pause your hips—relishing in the hotness of his spurts of seed that trickles its way into you. sukuna’s spasming out underneath you, it’s so cute to see. his jaw hangs open, the most lewdest whimpers leaving out of his throat before the veins that run within his bulky arms pulse. he’s seeing everything but the vision; the vision of you straddling his lap, staring into his eyes with that cheeky grin.

submissive sukuna,

you lean in to kiss him whilst he’s still dumping an entire gluey load of cum into you. such satiny ropes, he sloppily returns the favor, breath heavy and sheets of sweat pouring down the sides of his face. “goodness,” and his voice— it’s not as confident as it was, you hear a slight tremor in it and it’s cute. he’s still heaving, clingy walls continue to grip around him before his fangs nip at your bottom lip. “a-ah, got me soundin’ like a worthless p—”

“shh, baby,” you purr, and he’s like puffy folding in your hands. once cruel and sadistic eyes—now all droopy and full of heart eyes at your very expense. he calms down from the strokes of your hand against his face and he shudders, trying to pull into another kiss but you stop him. he whines again. “oh, does the demon want another kiss?”

he nods, that same cute grump of a scowl returning to his lips before he sighs. “give me a kiss.”

“not when you ask like that, ‘kuna,” you tease and his eye twitches, again— the nerve..

he feels the way his cum starts to ooze out between your thighs and he glowers at you. such a baby, you lean in to kiss his pout away and his arms go back to being crossed. “say pretty please.”

“perish.”

“fine kiss yourself,” you roll your eyes with a sly smile, preparing to make your way off the demons lap until he holds you tight. two strong arms grabbing you,

so clingy . .

with a scoff, he looks away—a cute tint rising to his face before he mumbles. “give me a kiss, pretty please.”

“that’s a good demon,” you giggle, slinging your arms around him before pressing him a soft, wet kiss. he whines at your taste, wanting nothing more than to savor it. his tongue curls against yours before he feels your hips start to pick up again. he moans, his left thigh twitching before your bouncing accelerates. he was still so sensitive, and yet here he was, like dough mending underneath you.

a while after, you pull away and he pouts— hiding his face into the very crook of your neck. sukuna snarls, nibbling against your skin before whining out a low, raspy, “i- i need a minute,” and he hides more of his sweetened whimpers into your neck. “don’t move. we’re gonna stay like this, f-fuck.”

#★vegasbaby. #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #anime smut #female reader #jjk drabbles #jjk imagines #👁️ anon

[sttoru]

Sukuna with clingy concubine 🛐🛐 like hella clingy, always clinging to sukuna, sitting on his lap and just following sukuna like a lost puppy

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. fluff. little bit suggestive. size difference. reader is clingy, a bit of an airhead ig. reader gets called ‘girl, brat’.

“y’re annoying me, girl,” sukuna grumbles as he walks to the courtyard. you had magically appeared behind him the moment he stepped out of his room to get some fresh air.

you flash him an apologetic smile “i’m sorry, my lord.” you’re not sorry, sukuna knows, though he doesn’t comment on it. it’s been like this ever since a week or two ago. he cannot recall why you’re suddenly so much more affectionate.

he doesn’t wait on you, however, and takes big strides towards the courtyard. if your little legs can’t keep up, that isn’t his problem. you frown and take on the challenge that’s been thrown your way.

you increase your pace and nearly run after sukuna. you have to lift your kimono a little to make sure you wouldn’t trip over the fabric. it doesn’t seem like you’ll give up any time soon as you follow him with that same content expression on your face.

sukuna can’t believe that a human like you dares to even be in his presence for so long. he didn’t call for you, so why are you adamant on staying with him? he concludes that something must be up, “what’d you want from me?”

there hangs a silence between you two afterwards. sukuna’s slow yet heavy footsteps reverberate through the hallway, followed by your quick and light ones. you pout as you notice that the king of curses isn’t even sparing you a glance, “nothing at all. i just like to be with you.”

you add the latter as an afterthought. you don’t expect sukuna to react to that, so you continue to trail behind him into the courtyard. “tch,” you hear him scoff in annoyance. you’re sure he doesn’t mean any actual harm by that, so you don’t take it personally.

sukuna eventually sits down on the engawa, where the servants have placed the comfy zabuton cushions. there’s always one for you as well—right next to sukuna’s. it’s become a habit for the maids to include you in sukuna’s daily routines since you’re always with him.

you eye your own cushion, though don’t make an effort to actually sit down on it. sukuna stares ahead, not bothered to notice you at the moment. you look down at his lap, recalling just how perfectly you can fit on it.

you don’t waste any more time and plop down on his thick thighs, your back against his chest. sukuna’s brow twitches at the sudden contact. his bottom pair of eyes look down at you whilst the upper ones keep looking at the nature in front of you both.

“get off me,” the king of curses commands through a low tone. he doesn’t push you off, however. that alone should tell you enough; he’s tolerating your behaviour as per usual. or perhaps he secretly likes your proximity.

you shall never discover which of the two it actually is.

“nooooooo,” you exaggerate with a whine. you don’t want to. you wrap both of your arms around one of sukuna’s—clinging onto him like your life depends on it. he simply responds by sighing.

you know sukuna’s able to grab you by the collar and force you to sit down on the cushion beside him, but he doesn’t. your heart flutters every time sukuna shows some tolerance to your clingy behavior. it means that maybe—just maybe—he’s opening up to the idea of being more affectionate with you.

“such a fuckin’ brat,” sukuna simply puts one hand on your waist, the others supporting his weight on the engawa. he grumbles, but there are clear signs of him relaxing with you in his presence.

you chuckle at the realisation and swing your legs in excitement. sukuna unexpectedly bites your ear in response to your increased activity on his lap, “stay still or i’ll kick you off.”

you let out a small whimper as you feel his fangs gently sick into your earlobe. you jolt back and rub the skin with your hand, looking up at sukuna with a playful frown before teasing him back. you roll your eyes and answer him with a firm yet mocking, “sir yes, sir!”

sukuna clicks his tongue at your tease. you answer him like he’s some general in the military. that’s not the kind of relationship he has with you—it’s more than that. even though he knows you’re joking, he dislikes it when you call him anything other than ‘my lord’, ‘my king’, or just his name.

he finds great satisfaction in the way you refer to him as such. you’re the only one who can make sukuna grin each time you remind him of his status and the power he has over you.

the power dynamic; it’s addictive.

he needs more of it.

sukuna reaches out to grab your face with one hand, but you’re quick to pull your head back the moment you see that intimidatingly big hand coming down onto your vision. you clear your throat and apologise, “i mean—yes, my lord.”

the king of curses hums in content. that title is exactly what he had been looking for. he retracts his hand and settles it back down on your waist, patting your sides twice to show his satisfaction with your obedience.

you stop squirming around in his lap and simply lay back down in his arms. you close your eyes and nearly fall asleep because of the comfortable atmosphere. the slight breeze against your face is relaxing and perfectly compliments the warmth from sukuna’s body.

what a perfect way to spend your day.

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk imagines