#but please...he better be cleaning that bathroom REGULARLY....

[beartraperserved]

me staring at the screen as I realize adam's darkroom is in his bathroom

#adam faulkner stanheight #adam faulkner #adam stanheight #don't believe me? go to when he enters his darkroom and watch him as he puts his cd player down #right around 1:06:53 if you look at the very very left you can see the lip of the toilet #LOOK I GET IT OKAY! it's probably the only room without a window! any natural light will overexpose the image and ruin it!! #but please...he better be cleaning that bathroom REGULARLY....

[nat-the-sleepyeth]

I love your könig fics! Could I request one where könig takes a shower with reader and helps her take her clothes off cause she's just exhausted? Maybe after she asks if they can go to her room and end up cuddling and falling asleep in her bed?

awh thank you for the love! and sorry for being late, here it is~

In my arms

pairing: könig x fem! reader

genre: fluff

It was a long day at work. All the moving and talking leave you damp with sweats in the time you get home. You are standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom of your shared apartment, head empty. You just can't bring yourself to move, it's not that you are physically tired, but you just don't want to move. You heard a faint calling from outside the bathroom.

"Schatz, you need anything- love?" König walked to the door, his low, raspy voice didn't make you move an inch. You continue staring into the reflection while letting out a small hum.

"Mhm, I can't move."

"What do you me- are you alright?" His arms were around you in a blink of an eye, holding you from behind. "schatz," König whispers worriedly, his eyes looking at you through the reflection.

"I'm so tired, König." You turn around and rest your head on his chest, sighing heavily

"I know, but you might feel better after a good shower." His hand rubs your back, soothing you. You aren't usually like this, mostly you were the one comforting him, his work lays more weight on his shoulder, more important. Sometimes you can't help but feel petty, he has to do all that for a living and yet you still moan and whine like this. It's not his fault, you know that. That's why you try to act strong for him, so that when he breaks -which, more likely to happen than you- you can be there for him.

Still, König cares so much about you and wants to show it regularly, he always asks if you need something, like coffee in the morning, or when he goes to the fridge to grab some snacks. He tries to make up for the time he's away, every tiny little detail in his voice, his touch, you can feel them.

“May I- may I help you with your clothes?”

“Oh, you can undress me any time, love.” You said teasingly. Köning’s face turned red after hearing that, his gaze averted to the side. The sight of him being adorably awkward and his shy little chuckles always made you smile. After being together for quite a while he's still like the first time you both met, a big soft ball with glittering eyes and shy demeanor.

König’s hands tug on your shirt, pulling it up. He helped you with your skirt, his rough hands roaming over your body, on your waist, your back, your neck. He places a soft kiss on your left shoulder and nuzzles his nose behind your ear.

Cold shower wash over you both, soothing your exhausted body. You helped him clean up like he does you. Normally, sharing a shower like this would end up getting dirtier, but you are tired, and he respects that. Silence filled the bathroom until the time you are done, no words spoken, only touches, looks, and smiles. König helps you get dressed. Now you both walked out to the bedroom, you dropped yourself down on the soft mattress of the bed, hugging your pillow.

“You're right, that feels better.”

“You should rest now, I'll go.”

“No,” You whined. König chuckles at that. He's always the one who wants to finish the cleaning and tidying stuff since he's not usually home. This man wants to do what he can to lighten the weight on you. You appreciate that of course, but sometimes you just want to spend time with him, to love him as much as he loves you. “Lie down with me,” you beg, “please.”

“I have to clean, and I have to prepare dinner for us-”

“Screw those, man,” You sit up, looking up at him with your eyes begging him to join you. “I just want you.”

König hesitates for a bit, but finally gives in to your request. He gestures to you to scoot over, letting him lie down with you. His arm around your waist, another caressing your hair, he moves closer, smelling the fresh scent of shampoo on your hair, lips pressing soft kisses on it. You rest your hand on his neck, rubbing it slowly, feeling his presence you've always longed for. The warmth of his body feels so comforting, so special. The touches are so very gentle, despite coming from his rough hands.

“Liebling,”

“Hm?”

“How do I resist you when you are like this?”

“Like what?” You rest your chin on his chest, looking at him with mischief in your eyes.

“This, asking me to do things with those eyes of yours.” His hand rests on the side of your cheeks. You tilt your head to meet his touch, then move up to press a small peck on his lips.

“Why would I tell you, silly?” You rest your head on his chest. “I wouldn't want it to fail the next time I want a cuddle, would I?”

That earned a soft hum from the man. You close your eyes, letting yourself drift off in his embrace. With his hand rubbing your back, his chest rising and falling in a slow pace, his lovely little heartbeat sings to your ear.

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#call of duty #cod mwii #konig call of duty #konig x reader #cod mw22 #konig x you #konig imagine #cod x reader #könig x you #könig imagine #könig x reader #könig x y/n #könig cod #könig mw2 #cod x you #call of duty fic

[apocalypseornaw]

A Memory or Me (Pt 3/3)

Sam Winchester x Reader

You and Sam finally talk

You and the boys were in a motel in Corpus Christi Texas. You'd helped Garth wrap up a hunt in New Mexico a few days before and was actually without an active case. 

Sam had wanted two adjoining rooms but when the receptionist told you there was one room left you took it. At least it had two beds. 

“Sure you don't want Sam to share with you?” You asked Dean from where you sat cross legged in the center of one of the beds. You and him both had already showered and was just waiting for Sam to get out.

He'd been laying down but sat up at your words “Did something happen?” You shook your head and he didn't seem convinced “You've been acting off since we were at Bobby's. Now are you gonna tell me while it's just us or should I keep pushing until Sam joins us too?”

You shouldn't admit it to Dean, you knew that yet once he asked the truth spilled out of you “I love him Dean and I heard the two of you talking at Bobby's. He doesn't love me because I'm not soft and gentle. I can't compete with a ghost Dean. I won't” you tried not to let tears escape but when the first few fell Dean was on his feet pulling you up into a hug “Come on now Y/N. It's not like that I swear”

After a moment you pulled back to look up at him “He told her he loved her five months in. We're now at thirteen months. I never should've thought I could compete with a memory. I've tried to tone myself down, not be as much but it's not working. I can't keep doing this”

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About that time the bathroom door opened. You looked back to see Sam standing there looking between you and his brother “What's going on?” You could see a flash of possible jealousy in his she's until Dean dropped his arms from around you and said“She's upset. I was checking on her” 

Sam nodded and looked at you “Baby, why are you upset” “It's stupid” you tried but Dean cut his eyes at you “No its not”

You begged him with your eyes to let it go but instead he blurted out “She thinks you don't love her” Sam's eyes flicked from Dean to you so fast it was damn near comical “What?” 

“You two are gonna talk. I'm gonna go sleep in baby” Dean announced. “That's not fair to you” you told him trying to avoid the hurt you saw in Sam's eyes but he shook his head “No, you and Sam are the most important people to me. Figure it out I'll see you come morning”

You watched him walk out then turned back towards Sam. He motioned at the door “So are you gonna talk to me or just my older brother?” You took a deep breath “I know you don't love me because I'm not housewife material. I'm not Jess” “Is that what you think?”

You nodded feeling tears spring to your eyes. Damn you never cried like this. Sam was quickly in front of you pulling you into his arms “Don’t cry baby please”

You buried your face into his chest. You loved him so damn much it hurt “I love you Sam but I know I won't ever compare to Jess” he gently pulled you back from his chest and leaned down just enough to look you in the eyes “You're right. You're nothing like Jess” 

A few more tears slipped free of your eyes and he quickly brushed them away “But I don't want you to be like Jess. Yeah I loved her but not the way I love you and by the way I do love you Y/N. You make me so damn happy. After her, I thought I was done. That I'd never let anyone in ever again. But you...you walked right in without even knocking. And I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Yes you're a hurricane but I don't mean that badly. I mean you're strong, you're unpredictable, you're beautiful and deadly when pushed but you're gentle in your own way. How you help the vics after hunts, the way you make sure Bobby's house is clean and he has meals in the freezer any time we go through. The way you make sure me and Dean eat regularly and drink actual water sometimes. You're the perfect balance in this insane life of mine and you make it so much better. I love you please don't ever doubt that”

You knew he was being genuine from the look in his eyes. He was panicked that you wouldn't believe him and hurting that you'd thought that to begin with “Will you just kiss me Sam?” The smile that slipped onto his face was nothing short of gorgeous “Never think you have to ask me just tell me to kiss you” then he pulled you into a kiss. 

The next morning Sam was half asleep when he heard the door of the motel open and quickly pulled the blanket up over your bare body before glaring at Dean who stood in the doorway with a broad grin “I see you two made up” “Get out Dean” he warned but Dean simply laughed “I'm gonna go pick up breakfast”

The door shut behind Dean and Sam looked down to see you looking up at him “He's an ass but means well” he nodded “He's forgiven because once again he pushed us to where we need to be” you laughed lightly “One day He's gonna cash in on us owing him” Sam laughed and pulled you into a kiss “That's for another day. I love you” you smiled “I love you too. Now let's go grab a quick shower before he gets back with food”

@lacilou @fullbelieverheart @prettydeaneyes

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x female reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #a memory or me mini series

[smninthisworldd]

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Babysitter next door ; König x fem!OC ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

i am so incredibly sorry it took me this long to post, but i promise i’m here… i’ve always been here 😽

❝SUMMARY OF CHAP 5: A month after Ella’s big day, König and Jasmine end up being closer than ever. But then, things turn cold between them… until things get better. A lot better…❞

w.c: 3000 ; part 5/?

PREVIOUS CHAPTER MASTERLIST

A month had passed since Ella’s birthday. König stayed with his daughter for a whole week, taking her to car trips and luna parks, to the beach and to her favorite fast foods. He won Ella many plushies awards for winning at numerous luna park arcades and games, and she couldn’t be happier to take those home as a beautiful memory of that week.

But all good things eventually come to an end. When it was time for König to leave for work, Jasmine offered to babysit her again, not wanting the little girl to be alone. And Ella didn’t want to stay with her grandparents, so she was glad she could stay with Jas.

König was also very pleased to see their bond getting stronger and stronger, and when Ella was happy, he was happy.

He regularly came home at two-week intervals during that month, from Friday to Sunday. And he would leave again on Monday, stay two weeks away and return home next Friday.

Until he finally got his 30 days off in August. Military service members earn 30 days of paid leave per year, and König finally got his.

He returned home on a Tuesday, late at night. The apartment lights were off, and it was very silent. He assumed Ella and Jas were both sleeping, so he walked carefully in the apartment although his combat boots made loud thuds with every step.

He took off his vest and placed his suitcases near the couch, and he would’ve expected to find Jasmine sleeping there, but she wasn’t. He immediately panicked a little bit, wondering where she was and why she wasn’t there.

König then walked into Ella’s room to check on her only to find her sleeping like an angel. He smiled at the sight, and closed the door refusing to disturb her sleep.

His shirt was the next thing to come off, as it was all sweaty and dirty - he needed a shower. When he reached his bedroom, he found Jasmine in his bed, reading a book. Hair tied up, glasses on. And she was wearing one of his shirts.

König smirked at the sight, raising his eyebrows slightly. «Jas.» he greeted her, his lips curling into a smile.

She blushed heavily seeing him shirtless, and she felt guilty for being in his bed, wearing his shirt. «König! I’m sorry I grabbed one of your shirts, I…»

«No problem, Jas. Don’t worry.» König interrupted her, smiling. «You can wear any of my shirts wherever you want, as long as they fit you comfortably.»

Jasmine closed the book and smiled at him as if to say “thank you.” Instead, she asked: «How are you?»

«Tired.» he replied, his back now facing her while he grabbed some clean sweatpants, underwear and a towel. That back. That sculpted, muscular back. His muscles flexing with each movement, even the slightest one. And Jasmine couldn’t stop admiring him. «But I desperately need a shower.»

«Oh… about that…» she started, causing König to look at her from over his shoulder. «I don’t know why, but water doesn’t flow in your bathroom. Ella and I had to shower in my apartment, so… I guess you, uhm… you’ll have to use my shower, too.»

König chuckled, facing her now. «I’ll have that checked as soon as possible.» He walked toward his bedroom door, and gestured Jasmine to follow him. She obliged immediately, and they both exited his apartment.

«Will Ella be okay? She’s sleeping alone…» Jasmine worried.

«She’s deeply sleeping.» König locked the door to his apartment. «And I’ll be right next door.»

Meanwhile, Jasmine opened her apartment’s door and walked in, followed by König. She gulped nervously, placing her keys on the table and turning to look at him, while nervously leaning on the table as he took his boots off. «Go ahead, you know where the bathroom is.» she said, forcing herself to sound as calm and relaxed as possible.

König looked down at her and smiled, extending his veiny arm to leave his own keys there. In doing so, his body leaned closer to Jasmine’s and his arm nearly touched her waist. «Thank you, Jas.» he whispered, before walking toward her bathroom.

She remained there for a moment, trying to process what just happened. She sighed deeply, heavily blushing; her heart was pounding in her chest and her skin nearly shivered. Just the mere, simple thought of König touching her waist, even as a mistake, drove her crazy. Jas took a seat at the table, sighing again as she waited for König to exit the bathroom.

In the meantime, König entered Jasmine’s bathroom and was immediately overwhelmed by the amazing and delicious yet subtle scent of the room: vanilla, honey and chocolate. He could also smell coconut and amber, too. And it all was because of her perfumes, elegantly placed on some wall shelves near the large mirror, along with Jasmine’s hair products and skincare. Her bathroom was so clean and elegant, just like the rest of her apartment. Just like her.

König closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet and enveloping scent of her, and smiled. He took off his pants and underwear and walked into the shower, and all of Jasmine’s shower gels, scrubs and shampoos smelled so much he was tempted to try everything.

But he decided to use just a little bit of some vanilla body wash, from the largest bottle. Just so it won’t be too much of a waste. As he rubbed in on his body, he could smell Jasmine. It smelled exactly like her. König’s eyes closed, and he massaged the fragranced shower gel all over himself, losing his mind over the smell of the woman he’d been fantasizing about for the last months.

He knew he had to make a move. To let her know that he liked her. Was he shy? Scared? Afraid of her rejection? He didn’t even know. Maybe all of the above. But maybe… maybe this was his chance. Maybe he could make his move that night. The silence of the night and the fact they were alone in Jasmine’s apartment gave him an immediate boost of courage and confidence.

König ran his hands through his hair to clear his thoughts - although his mind couldn’t stop thinking about Jasmine - and rinsed off the excess bubbles that her body wash left on his body with hot water. He got out of the shower and looked at his reflection in the mirror while wiping his body with the towel, and put on his clean grey sweatpants after that.

He then walked back toward the kitchen and saw Jasmine sitting at the table, scrolling through her phone. He smiled and walked behind her, gently caressing her hair as he approached her. «Your bathroom smells really nice. I used a bit of your vanilla shower gel, I hope you don’t mind.»

Jasmine looked up at him as his hand remained in her hair, slowly moving toward the side of her face. «Not at all.» The blush on her face made her look even more attractive and sweet, which König really, really liked.

He liked - no, loved - seeing his partners, in general, blush. Especially when he was the reason. It was a confidence booster for him, and it awakened his more dominant side. He was a very passionate man, a provider. And what he looked for was a more shy and quite submissive partner he could please at all times.

König smirked, carefully caressing Jasmine’s cheek with his thumb. She was looking at him shyly, her face all flustered and her cheeks so warm and red. And he loved it. He sighed loudly, his thumb slowly moving toward her mouth and tracing the outline of her pretty lips, tempting and deliciously soft.

Her sweet eyes, big and shy, looking at him and then looking away, and then at him again and away once more.

«Look at me, Jas.»

That was everything she needed to hear. Everything she wanted to hear. Her eyes went from looking at his sculpted abs and his subtle happy trail to his defined chest and broad shoulders, up to his narrowed eyes, piercing through her.

«Good girl.»

Jasmine panicked. Fucking panicked. A shiver ran down her spine, and her stomach filled with fluttering butterflies. Her hands were sweating, her thighs squeezed together in a desperate attempt to hide and suppress how turned on she was. Where did all this come from? Since when was König like that with her? But… did she mind? Not at all.

König’s thumb stopped on her mouth, while the rest of his hand grabbed her chin gently and tilted it upward. He caressed her bottom lip and softly parted her lips, while he took a deep breath and used his other hand to caress her hair.

Jasmine gulped loudly, closing her eyes for a moment and looking at him as he slowly bent down toward her. His face closer and closer to hers. «Jas…»

«König…» she whispered.

She leaned even closer to his face, not resisting another moment, wanting to feel his lips on hers.

«Papa!»

Ella’s voice. König immediately stepped back and panicked, grabbing his keys and making his way out of Jasmine’s apartment. She followed him, driven by instinct, and wanted to make sure the little girl was okay.

König slammed the door open and ran toward Ella’s room, where he found her crying in her bed. He immediately pulled her into a tight hug and caressed her hair, asking what was going on.

«I had a nightmare…» she replied, to which König answered with a relieved sigh and smile. He looked at Jasmine and smiled softly as she approached Ella to caress her back.

«It’s okay, princess.» König whispered. He turned to Jasmine again, and to his surprise she held the eye contact, due to the tension between them.

They were about to kiss.

At the thought, Jasmine blushed heavily and took a few steps back. She smiled softly at König and waved, mouthing a “Good night”. König smiled and winked, as Jas left his apartment.

The following few days were… weird, to say the least. Jasmine and König didn’t speak that much often anymore, and König was cold whenever they greeted each other.

Jasmine realized it was all because of that kiss they were about to exchange. Maybe it was a mistake for him, she thought. Or maybe it would only make everything more difficult, for Ella too.

Her thoughts were eating her alive, haunting her, until, one evening, she had the response to that.

Both König and Jasmine went out to throw the garbage, and met in the hallway. Jasmine smiled at him and he greeted her with a nod; «Allow me» he then said, picking up Jasmine’s heavy bag.

«Thanks.» Jasmine smiled, heading toward her apartment. But just then, König called out her name and gestured her to follow him.

So she did, and to her relief, they talked the whole time. About trash, yes. But at least now they spoke to each other.

As they headed back to their floor, König gently grabbed Jasmine’s hand and made her look into his eyes. «Can we talk, Jas?»

She looked at him with a bit of a worried expression, given his seriousness all of a sudden, but nodded.

König led her into his apartment and they sat on the couch; «I’m sorry.» he started.

«For what?» she asked, her brows knitting.

König sighed, and looked in her eyes. «For not talking to you after… what happened. I acted like an asshole, and I shouldn’t have treated you like this. I…» he paused, trying to find the right words. «I was afraid you’d refuse me. I still am. But you deserve to know how I feel about you.»

Jasmine’s eyes widened by hearing those words, but she didn’t mouth a word, and wanted to hear what König wanted to tell her.

«From the moment I’ve laid my eyes on you, I liked you. A lot. And it’s not just about your looks, which of course, attract me very much…» he said, with a little smile. «It’s your personality and intelligence that I absolutely adore about you. I love the way you carry yourself and your manners. I love your attitude, even when it’s a lot to handle, and I love your sensitivity. And I love your smile.» he said, gently caressing her cheek as she blushed. «I love seeing you blush like that, and seeing your eyes widen a bit when it happens.»

He paused for a moment, admiring her features before continuing: «Your smile brings a little dimple right here at the end of your lips, which I love.» he lowered his tone, caressing the edge of her smile. He then moved his hand to the side to caress her hair. «And I love how soft your hair is, and how it always smells like vanilla. I could never get enough of this sweet scent of yours.»

Jasmine blushed more, still looking into his eyes and not believing that this was really happening. He lowered his hand near her jawline and his other hand joined, caressing her face as his eyes followed those movements. «I love how beautiful you are, inside out. You’re genuine, sweet and hot headed when tou want to, and I know I want to take care of you, not only as a friend.» he admitted, shyly. «It was difficult for me not speaking to you these days. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea… it only enhanced how much I like you…»

His voice lowered again, and his face crept closer to hers. «…and how bad I want to kiss you.»

Jasmine’s lips parted, and they looked into each other’s eyes for a moment…

Before she grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him into that kiss.

It was gentle, tender. König’s lips were softly pressed against hers, and slowly, he asked permission to use his tongue to deepen it. Jas allowed it, and one of his hands moved to the back of her neck, pulling her even closer.

Jasmine’s back straightened and her hands caressed König’s hair and cheeks, before they pulled apart for a moment, heavy breathing.

«Is this your way of telling me you feel the same?» he asked after a long moment, locking eyes with her.

Jasmine smiled and whispered a «Yes.»; she looked at his lips again, and then around the room. Soon, her expression changed into a worried one. She stood up and blushed heavily. «W-wait… what will Ella think of this?!» she asked, pointing toward her room.

König chuckled and picked her up princess style, sitting back on the couch with her in his lap. «Ella is not even home. She’s sleeping at one of her friends’ house: they’re having a tea party sleepover.» he said, reassuring her a little bit.

«But… we should tell her. She deserves to know.» Jasmine said, her expression still morphed into one of worry. «I… how will she even look at me now?»

«Will you stop worrying about Ella?» König said with a laugh. «She loves you. And I’m sure she will love you even more.»

Meanwhile, Jas placed her head on his shoulder, her cheeks red and warm by thinking about that kiss. It was just unbelievable.

They cuddled like that for some minutes, enjoying each other’s arms and warmth, while König’s hands caressed Jasmine’s sides so softly she was starting to fall asleep in his arms.

«Are you this comfortable around me?» he whispered, kissing her forehead gently. Jasmine answered with a smile and a nod, snuggling as closer as possible, wanting to feel that embrace in her bones.

«Would you be more comfortable in my bed?»

König’s sudden question caught her off guard. She immediately lifted her head, her face bright red. Of course she felt excited about his request… but really? That was what König was thinking about?

König blushed as well, immediately laughing at himself. «Oh, I apologize, it came out absolutely wrong.»

He cleared his throat before rephrasing: «I was thinking… maybe we could sleep together? Only sleep, though, I promise. I wasn’t thinking of anything else.»

Jasmine laughed as he slightly panicked while saying that. She found it adorable how such a grown and fearless man could be so vulnerable and sincere in moments like these.

Blushing, she nodded lightly. «I think I would actually like a cuddle tonight.»

König’s eyes sparkled of joy and he kissed her lips again. This time, it was just a simple, small and gentle kiss, but it made Jasmine turn red once more.

He then picked her up easily and carried her to his room. Of course, it was a particular moment for him and his urges, but he managed to keep calm. For Jas, he would do anything. And especially, he wouldn’t do anything if she wasn’t up to it.

Once there, König sat on his giant bed with her in his arms and gently placed her down beside him. She shyly lifted the covers over her and yelped when König’s strong and massive arm pulled her into a tight hug, her back against his chest.

His other arm slipped under her pillow, and his hand met hers. Slowly and gently, he caressed her hand and locked fingers, holding her tightly to himself while the scent of her hair was invading his nostrils in such a sweet way, he couldn’t get enough of.

~ someoneinthisworldd ; please do not copy.

#konig #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig imagine #könig my beloved #könig fanfiction #könig #konig modern warfare #könig modern warfare #könig call of duty #könig mw2 #könig cod #konig call of duty #könig smut #konig smut #mask kink #hor knee #smut warning #smut imagine #smut writing #smut smut smut #smut fanfiction #i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism #ao3 writer #ao3 author #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #i want him to do unspeakable things to me #i want him to fuck me #i want him to ruin me

[echo-goes-mmm]

Ambrose and Elliot #12

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Warnings: explicit sexual behavior (no actual sex), nudity in a sexual setting, implied past torture, implied past non-con, rape mention

Elliot was acting distant again. Earlier he’d clung to Ambrose’s side, and now he stayed just out of reach. What had set him off?

Ambrose decided not to comment on it. 

He filled out a couple order forms, sent them off, and started on moving around storage. The weather was set to cool off tomorrow night, and fall harvest would be in soon. Ambrose could already smell the fresh pumpkin pie and hot chocolate in his future. Not to mention the game the village hunters would bring in. He’d already put a notice out that he’d pay a premium for pheasant, and Jack Miller called dibs on supplying. 

Rearranging was hard work, and took until dinner time. Even during dinner, Elliot was subdued, more than usual. Elliot loved food, and seeing him sapped of enthusiasm for a meal troubled Ambrose. He went up to bed after helping him clean the dishes. Hmm. Maybe today was too much for him after all. He probably shouldn’t have asked him if he wanted to continue shopping. Elliot pushed himself too hard trying to please people.

Ambrose trudged up the stairs. The work was done, the entire first floor clean, and he was ready to collapse until morning. It really was too bad his blessing didn’t cover tiredness. 

He opened the door to his rooms. Maybe he should start eating meals regularly again. It was a pain in the ass when he didn’t technically need to anymore, but it would set a good example for Elliot. 

He placed some logs in the fireplace so he could light it straight away tomorrow night. Ambrose opened the bedroom doors, yawning as he turned the handle.

Elliot was kneeling at the foot of his bed. 

Elliot was kneeling at the foot of his bed naked.

Ambrose froze, mid yawn. Elliot crawled towards him. His jaw snapped shut when Elliot began to kiss his boots, polishing them with his tongue. Frozen in shock, he was helpless to watch Elliot make his way towards Ambrose’s crotch, kissing up his thigh.

Finally, Ambrose got his body to move, jerking away, “Don’t do that!”

Elliot flinched, and bowed back towards the floor, his forehead pressed to the wood. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered.

His back, now that Ambrose could see it clearly, looked covered in spiderwebs from all the scarring. Long, thin, and shiny scars from what could only be a whip. 

Ambrose was gonna throw up.

He darted into the bathroom, dry heaving into the toilet. 

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He’d made Master sick. It was all his fault, and he was going to be punished. So much for helping Master relax. It would take all night to scour the blood from Master’s lovely rug and floors by the time Master was done with him. 

Maybe… maybe if he took initiative, Master could relax and punish him at the same time. Elliot began to lick his hand. 

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Ambrose couldn’t hide in the bathroom forever. Well, he could, but Elliot deserved better. It’s not his fault. He’s doing what he’s been taught to do.

It didn’t make him feel any better.

He grabbed the fluffiest bathrobe he had and walked back into the bedroom. Only to find Elliot fucking himself on his fingers. 

He tossed the robe at Elliot and screwed his eyes shut. “Stop that. Put on the robe.” 

Elliot made a miserable sound, and there was a sickening slick pop and some shuffling.

“Is it on?”

“Yes, sir,” whispered Elliot. Ambrose opened his eyes. Elliot was staring at the floor.

“Elliot. Why?”  Who made you think this was okay?

“I thought you…” he faltered. “Don’t you… Don’t you want me, Sir? To help you relax?”

 Oh no. Everything made sense, and Ambrose hated it.

“Elliot, I’m never going to touch you like that. You can’t be doing this. Never proposition me or anyone else again. Understand? Nobody.” he snarled. 

It was harsh, but by the gods, Elliot needed to get it in his head. He didn’t really want sex from Ambrose. He was asking to be raped. Offering himself up when he didn’t want to. When he was too afraid to say no. Elliot hadn’t refused Ambrose in anything yet, and he doubted he could. Even for something like sex.

Elliot's eyes were wide and afraid, but he nodded. Ambrose deflated. He ran a hand through his hair. 

“Just… get to bed okay? It’s late.” Elliot scrambled for the door.

“Ellie?” he turned back towards Ambrose.

“Everything’s going to be alright, I promise.”

Elliot looked away, and left.

Ambrose wasn’t sure Elliot believed him.

taglist: @cupcakes-and-pain @secretwhumplair @paintedpigeon1 @whump-blog @whump-em @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight

#they had to talk about it at some point #BEHOLD! WHUMP! IN A WHUMP STORY! it took forever but here we are #ambrose and elliot #whump #my writing #slavery whump

[muzansslxt]

Maniac Part 2

Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

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Warnings: Dubcon, gun play, age gap, abuse, black mail,kidnapping, swearing, degradation and manipulation. Read at your own risk🫠

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You disappeared.

All traces of you were wiped out permanently, wether it was your name, your home or even a social media account, it was all gone.

See, Toji was already 10 steps ahead of you.

He had carefully planned what your fate would be, before he had even kidnapped you.

Toji didn’t intend for anyone to see the video, at least at the time. And he also didn’t intend on having you dead, you were just to much fun.

Currently you were sitting in the grubby bathroom, on the edge of the tub, having your first break down of the day.

You sobbed into your hands and hunched over, your small pitiful noises sounded outside the door straight to Tojis ear.

He smirked as he swirled the cup of coffee you made for him earlier that morning, although he was used to your crying, he enjoyed it. Every. Time.

You hiccuped as the door opened and trembled slightly, lifting your head meekly and gulped as Tojis hulking figure crouched in front of you.

His hand reached out and gently caressed your cheek with his thumb, smearing your tears easily all while smiling gently at you.

But you knew better, Toji wasn’t a nice loving man, and he certainly wasn’t a gentle or kind hearted person. He was nothing but your monster.

“Crying again princess? You’re gunna dry those pretty eyes out.” He hummed while pulling his hand away and watched you lean out slightly before huddling back into yourself.

You sniffled in response and began wiping your eyes with the heel of your hand and nodded to what Toji said.

Standing back up with a grunt, he gave your hair a little tousle before pausing, “I’d say you need a bath.” He said while reaching around you to start the water.

“I-I can do it.” You murmured, since Toji finally had you right where he wanted, he treated you as if you were a child, dressing you, washing you, even trying to assist in personal hygiene matters.

There was only so much humiliation you could handle.

Toji stared at you for a moment before easily grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulled it up over you easily, causing you to whimper.

“I don’t trust you’ll do a good job, you have a customer coming in an hour and I need you all nice and clean.” He murmured while pulling the rest of your clothing off.

Standing naked and shivering before him, you felt small and helpless.

Toji just peered down at you for a moment before purring and easily scooping you up and placing you into the tub.

“I cant…not this time please…” you begged softly while lifting your head to look at him with tearful eyes as he began to wash your hair.

Toji sold your body regularly for money, often to depraved rich older men, with disgusting bodies, all while he watches contently from a corner in the room.

Toji scoffs at you and gives you a light smack up side the head making you whimper.

“Last time I checked I made the rules around here, this is an important guy coming and I need you on your best behaviour.” He scolded while rinsing your hair out carefully.

You had your knees up to your chest and felt the familiar wave of hysterical crying begin but swallowed it away and nodded quietly.

When you were dried off and cleaned up, Toji tossed nothing but a pair of pink panties to you and folded his arms “Put them on and sit in the bed.”

You did as told, you always have since this brute of a man kidnapped you.

The man that walked into the room was pudgey, hairy and had a sinister smile that made your skin crawl.

Toji came in behind him with a smile on his face, the same one he wore for every customer. Once the stranger locked eyes with you he immediately advanced only to be stopped by Toji.

Hope fluttered in your chest for just a moment, but it evaporated once you seen Toji drop condoms in the man’s hand.

“You’re not permitted to use my princess unless you have proper protection.” He said with a warning look before backing off.

The ugly man advanced once more and looked down at you with a sneer “You look just like your mother, you filthy little whore.” He snapped before shoving you into the bed.

Toji rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, there was always someone who came with family issues and pretended you were there daughter or some other fantasy.

Although it sometimes disturbed Toji, you went along with everything perfectly.

From the corner of the room, with a cigarette hanging from his lips, Toji watched your smaller body get beaten and defiled like all the times before.

Your little cries and pleas made his cock ache something wicked.

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You hurt everywhere.

Curled up on the mattress with small bruises along your back, and cum filled condoms littered around you, you cried but very quietly.

Toji was flipping through the stack of cash you had earned and glanced over at you before sighing and setting the money down.

“Hey heyy, what’d I say about crying doll face?~” he cooed to you while laying down with a grunt beside your abused body.

His large warm hands ran up your sides and squeezed your hips gently, his warm breath fanned the back of your neck before placing a small kiss there.

You shake as small sobs wrack your entire body and just look at the older man helplessly.

“I’m sorry…”

Toji held you gently until you finally calmed down before releasing you, “You were a good girl for me you know, you acted perfectly for that sicko. I think you deserve a treat.” He murmured.

Gulping you watch him before sitting up slowly and pulled the blanket with you, “Really..?”

Toji never gave you anything, not even the money you made FOR him. You were undoubtedly curious as to what kind of gift he would give you.

Nodding with a sneaky smile, he moved between your legs before hooking them over his shoulder, your bare cunt on display for him.

Shame brewed in your stomach and turned your cheeks pink, “N-No I’m- I’m not clean-“

Chuckling Toji swiped his tounge over your folds gently, “I’m doing the cleaning for you angel~ Relax~” he purred lowly.

Spreading your soft lips apart, Toji groaned at the sticky mess your pussy was and teased the top of your swollen clit with his thumb.

You moaned softly, hands gripping the sheets tightly as you watched Toji with wide eyes.

His tounge poked your entrance before pushing itself inside, making you arch your back with a sharp gasp, your legs already shaking slightly.

Toji swirled his tongue around your slit before latching onto your clit and curled two fingers inside of you, the motion making your toes curl and breath quicken.

You were rarely blessed with Tojis tongue, or any gentle touching at that.

Toji used you as his personal punching bag half the time and the rest was him pounding painfully hard into your little hole.

Your pussy fluttered around Tojis fingers, you breathed quickly again as your hands gripped the sheets so tightly your knuckles whitened.

“C-can I..?” You whimper, your pretty face flushed with need as your cunt clenched once more.

Toji groaned at the sight of you, a reminder that it pays to treat you with just a small amount of kindness every now and again.

“Of course you can princess, cum on daddy’s fingers~” he cooed while pumping them faster as you chocked on a moan.

Your hips trembled slightly as you felt the on coming wave of euphoria in the pit of your stomach, tears welled up in your eyes.

“Hah~ Ah~ T-Toji~” you moan while clenching your thighs around his lower arm as your pussy gushed out your essence.

Lowering your hips back into the soft mattress, Toji looked down at you for a moment before slowly smirking.

“You’re finally mine.”

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I procrastinate so this took forever to finish. :p

#jujutsu toji #daddy toji #dilf toji #toji scenarios #toji imagine #toji x reader #toji smut #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji fic #smut #toji thirst

[lumiellle]

“force of habit”; haikaveh, g. 🌱🏛️

Five years ago, Kaveh took care of Alhaitham’s injuries regularly. Large ones and small, twisted ankles down to tiny paper cuts. It feels strange to be sitting here with him now, in Alhaitham’s bathroom, specks of blood in the bathtub.

Alhaitham winces as Kaveh carefully dabs a ball of cotton, saturated with disinfectant, to the laceration on his left temple.

“Stay still,” Kaveh says, only slightly irritated. Alhaitham looks pitiful in the state he’s in, enough so to earn Kaveh’s sympathy.

“Sorry,” comes Alhaitham’s muffled voice. His eyes are fixated on a spot behind Kaveh’s shoulder, his hands restless in his lap. His knuckles are busted, too.

“You’re too reckless,” Kaveh chides. “I almost dropped your fancy plate when you came in earlier, looking half dead.”

“Sorry,” Alhaitham repeats. He looks small somehow. Kaveh knows the strength brimming under Alhaitham’s skin — years ago, Alhaitham would sometimes pick him up and carry him around, a mischievous grin splitting his lips — but now, he looks drained. Vulnerable.

Kaveh gently holds Alhaitham’s crusty hair out of the way, inspecting the clean wound. It’s smaller than he had initially thought. With a bit of fixation, it should close up by itself within a couple of days.

“I’ll stick a clip plaster on this. Bear with me, okay?”

Alhaitham gives him a weak affirmative and goes back to being quiet. He’s been quiet a lot lately. As Kaveh applies the plaster, he is reminded of another time, not unlike this one. They were still students back then, drunk on love and wine, fooling around in Kaveh’s dorm room. Alhaitham was reciting something to him, a silly poem written in ancient script, tried to pull Kaveh up from where he was sitting on the floor, and slipped on an empty bottle. He ended up needing stitches afterward, but Kaveh remembers them sitting in his bathroom for a while. Alhaitham, with his busted chin, laughing, and him, trying to stop the bleeding with a wad of toilet paper. He cleaned up the wound as well as one could with no proper first aid kit at hand, but Alhaitham thanked him nonetheless. Kaveh remembers, with a painful twinge to his heart, pressing his lips to Alhaitham’s chin in a childish attempt to chase away the pain. Alhaitham had given him a look then, so achingly soft, and twined their fingers together in his lap. Even years later, a bittersweet memory. 

Shaking his head, Kaveh steps back from Alhaitham to take stock of his work. The plaster is in the right place, no further bleeding. That just leaves Alhaitham’s ruined hands to be taken care of.

“What happened for you to end up like this? Did you get in a fist fight?”

Alhaitham shrugs. “It doesn’t matter, does it?”

“It does matter.” To me, Kaveh doesn’t say. The words refuse to come out.

“Just a squabble with some bandits in the desert. Nothing to worry about.” Alhaitham still won’t meet Kaveh’s eyes.

Sighing, Kaveh soaks a washcloth in lukewarm water and starts to clean off Alhaitham’s hands one by one. The skin is cracked and dry; even when the worst of the dried blood and gravel washes away, it looks painful. Kaveh applies a dab of ointment onto the skin before wrapping both hands in simple bandages. These hands are not a fighter‘s hands, Kaveh thinks.

They’re a writer’s.

The stubborn callus on Alhaitham’s right middle finger is still there. Kaveh wonders if he still writes down his thoughts in his diary every night. He wonders if he still collects old poems, and if he still sorts them by the first letter of the first word, like he did when they were younger. Alhaitham’s hands, even now, are the same hands that used to hold onto Kaveh’s own. It’s a shame for them to be in this state.

“Please take better care of yourself, Alhaitham.” Kaveh manages to say this, but he can’t follow up with the words he truly means to say: “I’m worried about you.” Thoughtlessly, he raises one of Alhaitham’s battered hands to his lips and places a kiss on it, over the bandage.

It’s over before he realizes that he has crossed a line. A kiss, even on the hand, is undue for the new, distanced relationship they’ve somehow managed to forge. Kaveh drops the hand and stands, turning away. “Sorry.” It comes out barely a whisper. “Force of habit.”

A rustle by the bathtub. Then, a large, warm presence behind him. Kaveh’s heart is pounding in his chest — is Alhaitham upset with him? Kaveh freezes when something settles on his shoulder, soft strands of hair tickling his ear. A beat passes, neither of them speaking.

Then, with his forehead pressed into Kaveh’s shoulder, Alhaitham says, “Thank you.” Just two words, but they’re enough to make Kaveh’s throat constrict. For a second, he is transported back to their student days, to the memory of picking up Alhaitham from Bimarstan. He enveloped him in a hug for a greeting, the bandage on Alhaitham’s chin scratching along Kaveh’s neck. It was a sweltering day in summer, sweat running down their backs, but things were good back then. It used to be so easy to look into Alhaitham’s eyes. To talk.

Now, they are standing in Alhaitham’s bathroom, and it’s too quiet. Eventually Alhaitham lets go of him, and just for a moment, Kaveh catches a glimpse of his face. His lips are pressed together, and his eyes are hard in the way they are when he’s upset. 

Alhaitham’s voice sounds remorseful when he says, “I can’t promise this won’t happen again.”

 Kaveh smiles bitterly. “How typical of you.”

Eyes averted, Alhaitham continues. “When it happens, will you be there to patch me up again?”

Kaveh looks straight ahead, hands braced on the doorframe. His heart stings as if it too had been treated with disinfectant. This is not a promise, not an invitation, not anything, he knows. He knows, because Alhaitham won’t look at him. He knows, because they agreed to end that part of them five years ago. He knows that Alhaitham doesn’t go back on his words. And still, he accepts the promise that isn’t and takes the invitation never meant to be taken. Because he knows himself, too.

 “Yeah. Yeah, I will.”

#haikaveh #alhaitham #kaveh #genshin impact #threadfic #lonnie writes #i hurt myself writing this

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 15, Part 1 (Lost and Found, Aka The One Where Rory Loses Dean's Shitty Bracelet)

It has been over two months since my last TWWGG post. What has been keeping me from moving on, you may ask? What is the immovable roadblock that keeps slowing my progress? What has kept me from my adoring public (about 5 readers) for two months? It starts with Lor and ends with Elai. We open with a scene of said Annoying Roadblock nursing her bandaged hand, an injury sustained while trying to clean her gutters. Rory suggests they should hire someone, but Lorelai scoffs at the expense. About 10 seconds earlier we learned she was itching to eat some pancakes, presumably at Luke's, a money-costing ritual she likely repeats at least twice a day or more every single day. But no money to hire someone to muck the gutters or squash her termites. Well, I guess I'll let her off on this one because she never pays Luke for her food anyway. Let it be known that my mind is a steel trap and there are certain things I never forget...and one thing I never forgot is Lorelai's reaction to the horrifying suggestion that Jess might come to her home and alleviate the burden of performing some manual labor that she clearly is unfit to do herself.

Portrait of TWWGG thinking. We first learned about Lorelai's gutter problems in A Tisket A Tasket where she was fixing on some some teenage boys to win her picnic basket so theyd take care of her gutters instead ("Cleaning her gutters" is not a sexual euphimism in this case, however it would be if it were Dean). Suffice it to say, that did not happen, so she bypassed several other options (Luke? Dean? Kirk?) and went direct to the do it yourself route.

Now what does Lorelai say a short time later in this episode when Luke offers up a teenage boy named Jess to slop the muck from her gutters?

This kid goes to school (...sometimes), works four jobs (Walmart, Diner, Gigolo, and Full Time Cutie Patooty) and he's not even good enough to slop her damn gutters. We will resume our regularly scheduled broadcast of Grown Woman Holds A Lifelong Grudge Against A 17 Year Old Boy Who Was Rude To Her Once in just a moment.

If only we were so lucky.

I looked up "is gangrene contagious" to see if there was any possiblity she could pass it on to Dean too.

Lorelai complains that Luke is missing and she'll have to endure Caesar's cooking today. Ouch. How about you be quiet and go home and make your own damn pancakes, woman. It's not rocket surgery.

Tryna get a break from you.

Bless Amy Sherman Palladino and all her creative ways of getting masturbation metaphors past the WB censors. “Looking for my supply ledger” sure Luke, sure. 👊 💧

Yes Luke, why DO you have a sock on your shoulder? WInk wink nudge nudge. This wasn't the only masturbation joke involving a sock on this show either. Lorelai What are you doing here? Luke: Just trying to crank one out into my sock here. Can I get a little privacy? Lorelai: Rory and I are starving. I need you to cook us breakfast. God, woman. How about a "pretty please"?

Let's play a game of "What Belongs to Luke and What Belongs To Jess?" Who owns the red heart boxer shorts? Random sombrero? Random alien mask? The game of Connect Four? The Connect Four must be Luke's because Jess has no friends to play board games with. According to Luke this is all of Jess' stuff Liz shipped over, but I somehow doubt Liz ever bought Jess this much stuff or actually cared enough about him to send it . I better send my son his beloved sombrero, said Liz never.

"I'll help you shower if you cook me pancakes" KITTEN SHIRT WOMAN HAS NO CHILL DAMN

Masturbation With Sock Quips on Gilmore GIrls: At Least Two Luke Says Jess Was in The Bathroom For Two Hours And Jess Claims He Was Just Doing His Hair Quips on Gilmore Girls: At Least Two Barely Disguised Masturbation Quips Of Any Variety In The Last 60 Seconds, Total: Two, three if you lump In Lorelai wanting to soap up Luke's hot naked body in exchange for pancakes You can get rid of his alien mask and Connect Four, all this poor boy wants is his own room with four walls and a door.

He knows, this is why the both of you are so cranky and sexually frustrated. Jess "huh"'s cutely and replies that he learns something new every day before walking out. To which Annoying Kitten Shirt Woman replies:

Shut up. I'm begging you. Please. I'll buy you a lifetime supply of Luke's pancakes if you shut up for two seconds. I will stuff your mouth so full of pancakes that all you can do is smile and nod and everyone will be happy. Luke tells Lorelai to go downstairs and wait for him to make the pancakes. She badgers him to tell her how long that wait will be.

Well, if you didn't come upstairs and interrupt the first time, maybe he'd be done by now. Now he's gotta get rid of you, keep you and the child out, get comfy, take his pants off, and start "looking for his ledger" all over again. Then he's gotta try thinking about naked Lorelai but all he hears in his dreams is her whining "make me pancakes" and he goes all limp and he's even more frustrated. And now he can't even find the bed and you took his damn accounting book and in my gritty Gilmore Girls reboot titled The Hollow I would make sure Luke gets some time to himself to jerk off once in a while because he works hard and he deserves it.

Luke To Lorelai After He Gives In to Her Pancake Demands: You sure you weren't pushed off your roof today? It was me, I was the pusher. I regret that I failed and she only got a cut on her hand.

LOL, you're asking what Jess is doing alone upstairs? Want him to spell it out for you with crayons or something? I guess two hours in the bathroom "fixing his hair" just wasn't enough for Jess. He's got a lot of pent up frustration, I get it. Strap in buddy, it's gonna get a lot worse.

You ever think of mindin your own bizzness, woman? #Never However her butting in is sensible enough this time and she explains to Luke that his father's office is too small for two people to be living in it, and that he should think about the fact that Jess lives there too. Right on. We know Luke has $$$$ because he's throwing loan offers at Lorelai like they're Halloween candy. Maybe he could even put Jess up in his own damn apartment, but he's too stingy and stubborn. Ah, Luke and Lorelai, two people who refuse to compromise on anything ever. A match made in heaven, truly. A marriage destined to work. KittenShirt makes a quip about how Jess could be dead under a pile of boxes and no one would know or until his rotting corpse started to smell. But enough about your fantasies, Lorelai. And now we circle back around to Luke offering Jess to Lorelai to clean her gutters to which she replies with a "Jess?" with that tone of thinly veiled disgust that Miss Gilmore is known across the land for. Almost in one breath, Luke admits he doesn't pay Jess enough to work for him AND he "hates the thought of what else he might do to get money if you don't give him the work" AND "You don't have to pay him as much as you would someone else, you save money, he keeps busy." Alright, enough. We're only 7 minutes in to this wretched episode, so let's run down the recap of just minutes 5-6: We've heard implications that: 1) Jess' uncle outright admits he doesn't pay him enough for spending most of his free time after school working for him 2) Even though his uncle doesn't pay him enough, if he takes another job doing grueling manual labor like cleaning gutters, they don't have to pay him enough either, it only matters that he "keeps busy". He's almost 18 with a driver's license, he's not a fourth grader with a lemonade stand. 3) No one would notice or care if Jess was dead until his corpse was rotting under a pile of boxes for weeks 4) the only way Jess knows how to make money is by doing illegal, unspecificed things. You just readily admitted you don't pay him enough to do work that's (borderline) legal anyway so who can blame him? 5) For some reason Lorelai doesn't think he's worthy enough to slop her gutters This is where my Gilmore Girls reboot would take a turn into horror movie territory, something like The Hollow: Mariano's Revenge. Jess goes on a killing rampage. (Rory is fine and a few other select people may be spared) Jess doesn't go to jail because the judge and jury won't convinct his innocent face and the jury understands the people of The Hollow deserved it. Rory and Jess can go on to build new lives somewhere else. A bulldozer comes through and razes the entire town. End of show. Lorelai stammers and sputters at the suggestion that Jess could clean her gutters and makes up excuses that she has other people lined up for the job and scurries out of the diner with Rory. Please, I must know the reason Jess can't clean your gutters or visit your home, it's unclear where her discomfort lies because it's nonsense. What, are you worried he's gonna steal something if he visits? What's he gonna take? The clown pillow? An box of off-brand poptarts? No, it wil just be some Quarter On A String that Dean gifted Rory and that she doesn't even care is missing.

Lorelai says a lot of things she doesn't mean. "I'll give Jess a chance", "I'll stop sleeping with Dean", "I won't keep spending our meager life savings on pancakes."

I continue to feel pity for Rory that she constantly has to defend him against this exhausting nonsense. What makes my blood pressure rise higher? Any interaction with Dean, or a long exchange between Rory and Lorelai where Lorelai is trying to explain to Rory that Jess makes her "uncomfortable"? And Rory has to convince Lorelai to give Jess a chance. Again. Honestly right now I would welcome Dean parachuting into the scene and starting some different bullshit as only he can. I hate this.

Idk about that, you seem to have an awful lot of opinions on Rory liking him too.

Only if he can call you "annoying emotionally stunted woman-child who doesn't mind her own business and has a one sided grudge with a child". I think that's only fair.

"Because I'm still 17 years old and can't move out and until then I'm stuck under the same roof as you listening to your bullshit unless TWWGG calls Child Protective Services in Connecticut and gets me put into a nice foster home with a new Mommy." Rory goes on to explain that Jess lives with Luke and they're going to have to see him every day if they want to keep eating the pancakes at the diner so it might behoove Lorelai to be nice to Jess. Which is the same exact sensible, ignored advice that Rory gave to Dean when she asked him why he hated Jess and he said "because he breathes". Which is that you can't hold grudges against people when you live in a small town. I'm sorry no one listens to you Rory. I'm listening. I'm sorry for how I used to talk about you. You are the only logical and reasonable humanoid in this wretched pod called Stars Hollow. I've said it before and I'll say it again because why not: Whenever Lorelai boycotts Luke's Diner because there's some kind of discomfort between them (which is frequently) Lorelai won't eat at any other restaurant so Rory starves. I'm getting CPS on the line right now, Rory. Hold tight. Rory explains to her mother that she and Jess are sorta-kinda-not that close friends, a horrifying prospect that shakes Lorelai to her core.

Look at this sleeping infant? How could you hate this angelbaby snugglekins. I would notice if you were pinned under an avalanche of boxes and I would get you out before you could perish. And I would pay you fair wages if you were in my employ. And you wouldn't have to do unspecifed llegal things on the mean streets of small town Connecticut to survive. I promise. We learn that Jess needs loud music to sleep, which I admit was a comment that went completely over my head for many years until I finally realized the implication of that statement. Either he needed music to drown out some awful thing that was happening to his mother or it was to drown out what was happening outside his home (street violence?) and most likely it was both. At the very least, I think it was a distraction so he could fall asleep without thinking about all the turmoil going on around him. Instead he's now suffering in a different, quieter kind of hell called Stars Hollow where some witchy bitchy woman named Lorelai and her small town minions have put a target on his back for no reason. Luke goes on a frustrated rant about the messy state of the Danes Mariano home, waking Baby from his sleep. I do delight in a good Frustrated Luke Danes rant. It's one of the few things keeping me sane while trying to get through the wretched hell that is the 2nd half of season 2. He tells Jess that tomorrow morning they're moving out and finding a new place (lies). Part 2 idk when. Maybe in another 2 months.

#denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 2 #Lost and Found #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #luke danes #literati #jess mariano #milo ventimiglia

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Steven Stone Masturbation Headcanons

Hehehehehe - to the anon who requested this, i wanna say a bigol' thanks! this was a lot of fun!

Obvs nsfw, just a lot of talk about male masturbation and some guilt and shame! reader is mentioned, they are gn! and genitals are not specified for 'em! Not proofread rip

NSFW under the cut

Despite being a grown-ass man

With a massive bank account, job, house(s), precious minerals, S/O etc.

Y’know, the usual stuff

Who regularly has and enjoys sex

Steven is so embarrassed about masturbating

It’s his upbringing he thinks

Maybe it was because he was a late bloomer?

Whatever the reason is, he feels an incredible sense of shame and guilt around the subject

Doesn’t stop him jerking it though

Not one to do it too often

Especially with you in his life now

Other than all the passion and intimacy that sex has, you just get him off much better than his hand ever could

Still he does masturbate from time to time

Sometimes he just needs a quick release without all the fuss of a fuck

Other times you’re not just around/up for it

Good stress relief until the guilt stresses him out again :(

Likes to do it in the shower, easy clean-up

Not really one for porn – a lot of it is too extreme for his taste, and it just lacks intimacy!

He’s a romantic at heart even for porn

Plus, he’d get distracted by continuity errors in the plot and in the background

Fingers himself occasionally, but mostly keeps to touching his dick

Yes, he has jerked off in a cave

Several actually

And in a bathroom at Devon

If anyone found out, he’d die

Ofc you know, and you love teasing him about it

When he’s traveling, he naturally masturbates more

He misses you so much – soul, body and mind

These hotel beds would be so much comfier if you were there and you just had sex in them

He often pretends his hand is a part of you wrapped around him instead

Likes to think of you riding him especially

Sometimes imagines you showing up to surprise him in a sexy outfit

You have yet to do this, but you should!

As much as the distance makes him crave you

He’s 100% not on board with sending nudes or explicit videos or videocalls

The risk would be too great

Plus he’d be super self-conscious!

Like does he look too skinny? Does this angle make his dick look silly? Does he look sexy to you like this?

Ah, he’d much rather just experience you in person

One thing he does love

Is the sound of your voice

Especially when it’s all breathy and sultry from sexual activity

So, he’d be totally into phone sex and audio recordings

And if you were to say… tell him how to touch himself

That would make him very happy and horny

He’d be definitely up for taking the more dominant role and guiding you over the phone

Please describe to him exactly how good you feel

Bonus points if you’re using a toy!

Something that involves masturbation that he’d really love to try

But he’s also super ashamed about

Is giving you a facial

Oh, the thought of you kneeling so expectantly in front of him

As he finishes on your face

His cum painting your lips and chin

Maybe even dripping down onto your chest

Drives him crazy

And if you ask him to give you one

Which is probably the only way this is gonna happen considering how embarrassed he is

He’d be dead

Seriously all the blood would just leave his vital organs and go straight to his dick

You’d still have to coax him a bit though, he’d be awkward

He’d ask you like four times if you’re sure, and that you don’t have to do it just for his sake

Once you do reassure him enough, you know he’s going to enjoy it

Has that image of you neatly stored in his spank-bank

Also he’d be very careful not to get it in your eyes/hair

And get you cleaned up right away

He was raised as a gentleman, he’s always doing his best to be respectful and considerate of you

Even when busting a nut on your face

#steven stone #steven stone x reader #steven stone headcanons #champion steven #champion steven x reader #champion steven headcanons #steven stone thirst #request

[smol-grey-tea]

Incredibly personal, self indulgent fic, mildly out of character (I hate writing for pre-existing characters, especially dialogue, I feel like I can never make it sound like the character themself). Contains references to eating disorders.

Yuri confronts Tei about his nighttime activities

The whole house was quiet in the dead of night. Bedrooms contained the sound of snoring whilst the kitchen's clock ticked on. The low buzz of electricals was barely audible, low enough that Yeonho could sleep soundly under the blanket on the living room couch.

But creeping out from the shadows, daring to disturb the peace, came the sounds from the bathroom. Running water and the flushing of a toilet. Then a short period of quiet.

When Tei stepped out finally, he was relieved to see that although Yeonho tossed and turned, the sound hadn't disturbed him, and the whole house seemed to still be asleep. Another night successful. After briefly hesitating at Eri's door, Tei returned to his room, satisfied.

"What were you doing?" Yuri. Of course. He was awake.

Tei simply sighed and ignored him, settling back into bed.

"You did this last night too. And the night before. I don't think you're sick, you don't look it."

... He heard? And not just this night, but before? He thought the walls were more soundproof than that, or that the sound from the magical girl animes Yuri watches would have sufficed for covering it up.

"... It's none of your business."

"But it is my business. I know how messed up you are and it's my business if you hurt the owner. So I thought you were doing something bad but I'm not even sure anymore what this is about."

"It's not anything that hurts her, so don't worry about that." He was too tired to argue too much.

"Then if it's not that, then what is it? Because you're doing it on purpose, aren't you? I think I've heard of this before, but I'm not sure I I understand. I don't understand why anyone would do something like that."

"If you want to hear something that'll really keep you happy, it's not anything bad or harmful at all. In fact, I'm doing you a favour. This is all helping-"

Tei was interrupted by the painful growling of his own stomach. He winced but did nothing to protest, laying calmly, staring at the ceiling ahead and continued. He didn't know why the felt compelled to answer honestly for a change.

"You already know what I'm truly like so there's no point in hiding that now. All of that dirtiness...that monstrousness... It all sits inside of me.

"It's inside me. So if I can manage to get what's inside of me on the outside...perhaps the dirtiness might go with it...

"Not all of it. I can never be fully cured, I'm beyond completely saving. But it's only right that I should do what I can, for the sake of the owner. This will help."

"That's..." Yuri paused... "just...factually inaccurate."

"... But you don't know that. How can you know that? I have to keep doing this to keep the owner safe from me. As much as I can."

"No, I don't know much. And I know I'll never understand you. But what I do understand is taking care of your body. Your body must be nourished properly to help it become beautiful, like me. You must feed it with the healthiest homemade food and groom it regularly.

"I don't know much about that 'dirty' thing you talk about, I just get that you're messed up. But ruining your body like that is not gonna make it any better, it's gonna make you feel so much worse."

Tei was silent, a little bit dumbfounded.

Yuri, being the only one who knows even the slightest sliver of his true self, would surely be pleased to hear that he's trying his best to diligently stay as clean as he can for the owner. And yet, in the darkness, he can see in his face the expression of a man who isn't mildly impressed in the slightest.

"... Why are you giving me advice like that? Telling me what to do? Like you care how I'm feeling."

"But it's as I said. It is my business, as it relates to the owner. As much as I hate to admit it, you are an essential part of my honey's life, one that cannot easily be replaced. So if you end up getting hurt or something, it's a problem for her, so it's a problem for me too."

"What, so you want me to stop? This is a good thing."

"Whatever. I'll never understand you and I don't want to. Do what you want.

"But don't act like this is the right thing when all its doing is harming you. You're doing it because you think it's right, but the stress on your body makes you feel even worse. So you're more likely to mess up and lose control, right?"

Oh... Now, slowly, he was getting it.

Tei remembered reading a statistic somewhere that the majority of calorie intake is used up by the brain. Yknow, the thing that controls decision making? If he wanted to control his impulses around Eri, he would want to be as clear headed as possible to prevent the worst outcome from coming true.

"... Well, if you're so clever, then...what am I supposed to do?"

"Ugh, I don't know, don't ask me. Go ask someone else. Just as long as you don't hurt the owner in the end, fine. Go and see some professional to help you, that's what they're there for."

"No one can fix me..."

"Well it's not like your way of fixing it was doing anything, maybe you just haven't tried anything else yet. Even if it doesn't work, just try it. Just don't come any closer to hurting my honey like you know you want to oh so badly."

"... I'll think about it." Well, what was there to say?

"No, you won't. You're not just gonna think about it, you're gonna do it. I'm going to look into it as soon as I have chance after work tomorrow."

"You can't just do something like that, I don't even have time for it anyway, I'm always working."

"Then quit, fine. I make enough for the six of us so it'll be fine to do this."

"You can't just make me quit my job."

"Then stay weird and messed up like that forever and end up hurting the owner in the end. Do you have a choice? None of us here want her to get hurt. So you get help or you get out. And seeing how you're so essential here, getting out doesn't sound like the best decision."

Tei could only sigh. He was too tired and hungry to think too hard. He simply felt thankful that no one else could see how much of an advantage Yuri held over him in secret, knowing his darker side. However, he was grateful that Yuri's reputation led to people tending to side with Tei in their arguments.

He didn't know what to do. When he'd originally discovered his method of purifying himself, he felt relieved to find some peace of mind, that he could physically see the disgusting thoughts leaving his body. He slept soundly, lullabied by his empty stomach, knowing that he was doing what he could to keep his owner pure.

But now he knew how helpful his coping mechanism really was.

He didn't want to think about it. He was repulsed by the idea of stopping, but considering other methods perhaps wouldn't be so bad?

He was too hungry to think. His mouth tasted like today.

"I'll think about it in the morning," he decided, turning over to face the wall.

"Fine. Don't forget."

He would like to forget, but he knew somehow that it would be years before he could ever forget such an earth-shattering conversation.

#my post #cheritz #cheritz nameless #nameless cheritz #nameless #nameless the one thing you must recall #ntotymr #last year I was going thru big stress. and I had this thought that if I threw up then when the food left my body so would the stress. I'm #lucky that I told my friend about this thought and he warned me that if I ever acted on it i would develop bulimia. I'm lucky it never got #any worse than just a thought. i truly believed it back then. but when I think about that thought now it sounds so unrealistic. #disordered eating tw

[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

NSFW alphabet: Christian Cage

Okay so this is my take on the alphabet for Sir Turtleneck! Some of this is observed by comments from the podcast (nothing too raunchy tho) and others is just what sounds right for him.

I hope you guys like it! Also if you haven’t already, check out my most recent fic called “Punishment”. It’s one that I’m very proud of ☺️

Warning: +18 only, NSFW, so minors DNI please!

A (Aftercare):

An absolute sweetheart! He’s the type of guy that would do all the cleaning up after if it means he gets to cuddle up with you after it’s all done. Though I’d like to imagine he would tease you and try to make you laugh because that’s just the type of man he is

B (Body part, favourite of his and yours):

For him, he’s all about your thighs and ass. There’s nothing more he loves than to touch, squeeze, kiss, bite all over your lower half.

For you, it’s his chest and his biceps. Something about seeing his chest hair and his strong arms just gets you so riled up and ready

C (Cum. Do I even need to explain?):

This man is very safe when it comes to sex. If you really beg him, he’ll treat you by finishing inside you. But he regularly practises safe sex. Better safe than sorry!

D (Dirty secret):

It’s not something he would freely admit, but he absolutely loves when you dominate him. He’s a tease and a brat in the bedroom. As much as he loves being the one to control your pleasure, he loves it a little bit more when the roles are reversed

E (Experience):

He’s not been with an insane amount of people, but he is experienced enough to know exactly what he’s doing and how to attend to your every need and order

F (Favourite position):

There’s nothing better than good old missionary; being able to watch you writhe with pleasure under him, begging him for more is exhilarating for him. But if he’s feeling absolutely feral for you? Doggy style.

G (Goofy during sex or serious):

He’s typically very serious, more focused on the act but that doesn’t stop him from joking about if something a little embarrassing happens to lighten the mood

H (Hair, how well groomed?):

He’s not a fan of being bare down there. Or having a jungle going on. He keeps it at a perfect balance: there’s a fair amount of hair but it’s neatly trimmed. He’s quite the perfectionist

I (Intimacy, how romantic is he during):

VERY. His love language is a mix of good deeds, words of affirmation, and touch. And he will spend hours on making the atmosphere perfect if he has to. You’ll always get a nice treat before sex whether it’s a massage, nice dinner, or a speech about how beautiful you are

J (Jack off, does he masturbate often):

Only if he can’t get to you. If you’re around him, why would he use his hand when he can just go and find you to help him out? The same applies to you, you never need to lift a finger to please yourself if he’s around!

K (Kinks):

This. Man. Is. Kinky. He loves a bit of BDSM if he’s in the right mood, with things being done to both of you (usually you however. He’s got sensitive skin!)

He adores marking you with love bites, making sure everyone knows you belong to him.

Another plus is that he’s very experimental in the bedroom, he’ll always try anything once. Anything.

L (Location, favourite place to have sex):

Although he will try anything once, that sticks to the bedroom. The fear of being caught or heard is too much for him to want to try having sex anywhere else. Though he will let you get him off in bathrooms, showers, or anywhere that he can quickly hide himself

M (Motivation, turn ons):

As simple as it sounds, just touching his thigh is enough to get him interested. Especially when you let your hand travel up or towards his inner thigh.

Seeing you in minimal clothing (or anything for that matter. He’s so in love with you that he’s always ready) really gets him going

N (No’s in the bedroom):

As mentioned, he’ll try anything once. But he’s not one to share you with anyone, boy or girl. He gets jealous very easily and wants you all to himself. Spitting is a big no no. It will definitely make him nauseous.

O (Oral, giver/receiver):

He will never say no to receiving oral from you. Out of all the experiences he’s had, you do it best. But he does prefer to give it. Having your thighs squeeze his head as he goes down on you is almost enough to make him cum there and there. And he is very good at eating you out. His mouth isn’t just used for talking

P (Pace):

He could go either way. But slow and sensual is his strong point. He can really take his time with giving you what you want without rushing it. It feels better for you both that way too

Q (Quickies?):

Occasionally! But it’s very rare that he will go for one with you. Again, he’d rather take his time with you so he can fully appreciate you and the experience

R (Risk, down to experiment?):

Yes, he’ll do anything at least once to see if it’s something you’re both into. That’s how you found out he likes to be dominated after all!

S (Stamina):

He’s not able to go as much as he used to but he’ll still give you a few rounds every so often. Just as long as by round three you go on top dos he can catch his breath properly

T (Toys):

Oh yes, he has a small collection! It mostly consists of vibrators, cock rings, plugs. But there’s one or two dildos that you two have experimented with 👀

U (Unfair, how much of a tease is he?):

He loves to tease you. It’s the quickest way to get you to punish him for being a brat and getting what he really wants

V (Volume):

He’s louder than you’d expect actually! Though he still keeps it just quiet enough for only you to hear him

W (Wildcard, random headcanon):

You’ve caught him trying on some of your clothes: panties, dress, skirt, crop tops. You won’t admit it to him just yet, but you so badly want to have sex with him in your clothes

X (X-Ray, what’s under the clothes):

A comfortable 5 inches for sure. It’s not the biggest or the thickest but fuck, does he know how to use it

Y (Yearning, how high is his sex drive?):

Still just as high as it used to be! His age is just a number and won’t stop him from needing you day in and day out

Z (Zzz, how quick does he sleep after):

Not crazy quick, he’ll stay awake for a little bit, maybe an hour? He wants to spend that time relaxing with you, chatting, and cuddling

#christian cage #captain charisma #christian #christian wwe #instant classic #christian cage fanfic

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself-Story (18+)

CW: addiction, pain, birth control, blood

The next morning when I got up I was fine! I got ready for work and said goodbye to Daniel. Shortly after he left, I suddenly got extremely severe pain.

Daniel (to his cat & me): I have to go! And you bud, take care of her. If Tarek can’t get his lazy ass off our couch, you show him who’s boss here!

Me: If Tarek doesn’t get up, I’ll show him where the door is! 🤨

Daniel: That was just an exception! And he got us our drugs last night...I wanna share my apartment just with you and no one else!

Me: I hope we can talk about this one...thing later! 😔.....Bye, D.! 😘

Daniel: I miss you already now! 😘

After I changed, I went to clean up the kitchen a bit before I left. T. was already awake and wanted to leave, but he saw that I was not well. He offered to clean up, so I could sit down a bit. Since I was really very dizzy, I accepted T.’s offer. I went straight to the bathroom! I felt like I was getting my period. And yes, I had some blood on my panties. So I changed again. Back in the living room I got such an intense, strong pain in the lower abdomen. I just curled up and sat on the couch. I was in so much pain...

Tarek: Fuck, A.! You’re bleeding, for sake of fuck!! 😧

Me: Please get me a towel from the bathroom! 😖

Tarek: Sure!.........Here!...You’re crying? That bad, huh? 😟

Me: My mom! 😢 She’s not here! My whole family is gone. They went on vacation with my sis for a couple of days, because she was sick. I-...Idk what to do? This really, really hurts! 😨 😰

Tarek: Calm down!...I’ll take you to an ER. 

Me: I hate hospitals! 😩

Tarek: How long have you had this pain? Do you feel that it gets better or the pain gets stronger?

Me: I had this pain months ago, just very easy. But this now is...almost unbearable.

Tarek: Sorry, but... are you pregnant? 😕 It looks to me like you’re having a miscarriage.

Me: Are you a doc or what? 🤨

Tarek: No, of course not! But I’m an EMT, that’s my job, you know?

Me: YOU!?? 😦 A druggie!

Tarek: I’m SOBER at work, damn it! And now, come on! You need help! You’re getting paler! Daniel will kill me, if I let you die here!

Me: Ok. 😟

Tarek: You will see, once you have been examined and given medication, you will be back home. Can you walk alone or should I help? My car is not far away. 😕 🤷‍♂️

Me: No, thanks! I can do it myself. And you don’t have to stay with me, I’m gonna call Sandra.

Tarek: I have to leave anyway, you know? I get my apartment key today so I don’t have to stay overnight.

Me: That’s good! And thank you for taking me to the ER.

Tarek: That goes without saying!

Me: Maybe you’re not as bad as I thought! 😬

On the way to the emergency room, I called Sandra. She immediately came to me. 😢🤍🤍... If T. didn’t help me, I would have called D., but T. did a really good job, I have to admit. Still, this guy’s really crazy! A druggie who’s an EMT! 😄 🤦‍♀️ 

In the hospital a gynecologist had to examine me. The doc noticed that my hormone-free diaphragm ( hope this is correct!) was no longer in its place. Where is it? This doctor wondered? 🤷‍♂️ To find out, an ultrasound was made and it was still in my body, but not where it should be! My doc warned me about this and that it can get lost without me noticing it. That’s why I had it checked out 6 months ago and everything was ok! This doc in the emergency room found this all totally strange. He said a diaphragm is NOT recommended for young women who do not have children yet. But I don’t tolerate hormonal contraception (the pill)!! 🤷‍♀️

I told this doc, that I had this pain a few times during and after sex. But it was very easy & quickly gone. This started when I was with Philip and since then, I’ve had it again and again. Then this doc asked me some very intimate questions. How often I had sex and how regularly especially. Because based on what came out of the ultrasound examination and from my answers, he suspected, I might not be able to have kids anymore.😨 In addition, I have also had probs with my period, since the pain started.... To be absolutely sure, some tests were made and in 3 weeks, I should come back to discuss the results. He prescribed me antibiotics for the inflammation I had and removed this thing. At this point he couldn’t give me a reliable prognosis about the healing process. He only briefly explained to me, that in my uterus are some.... strange scars, that should not be there and suspected that this inflammation was the cause.

While I was being examined, Sandra got HUNGRY 🤤 , again! So she spent our money on food. She had no cash with her and since I was a bit weak, she simply called P. to drive us home, because Philip was still at home for 2 weeks, before he has to leave for university again. I was so glad when I saw him 💙, he made me feel that everything will be fine. 😭 As always!

And yet I hurt P. so much, because I fell in love with Daniel.😔 😢... When I left the emergency room with Sandra & Philip, I definitely felt better.

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[albedosarmpit]

dear god incel scara is living rent free in my mind for the past few days to the point i created so many scenarios with him, please send help. imagine childhood friends with reader and incel scara, scara always being very introvert and loving playing video games and watching animes but with the more older you two get the more reclusive scara gets, barely leaving his room. reader being the good friend they are they regularly send messages to scara like "have you already drink water today??" or "did you already shower? please say yes stinky <3". reader also going in the weekends to visit scara and always complaining about the mess only to start cleaning right after (with scara praying that you wouldn't find his hidden hentais lmao). and i like to think that scara at some point is like this only because of reader, having them constantly checking on him and going to his room everyweek spending hours alone (nothing romantic or sexual happens but scara is too delusional for his own good) and someone actually wanting to be around him, like how we don't expect he don't fall in love with reader???? they're the only source of affection since they were kids, scara can't control his emotions and fall in love with reader

(please excuse me if i come back again talking about incel scara or any other incel character, incelfication of genshin characters have me in a chockehold)

You are so fucking correct mr leaftea I would not judge you for coming back incel Scara is contagious

Also yes!! There are so many scenarios you can do with incel scara it’s crazy, Him getting desperate enough to order a maid service and being super awkward and everything, the maid can barely handle it.

Scara dealing with not knowing if he has feelings for you or not because he’s been so alone he just doesn’t know what it’s like to have friends. You coming over again and again is something he doesn’t know how to feel about, he loves your company for some reason that he just doesn’t know. Scara beginning to think about you on a romantic way and getting super nervous and wanting you to leave more just because of how much more anxious he was getting about it

Was thinking about this earlier but hugging Scara from behind his gaming chair and realising how much he doesn’t take care of his hair so the next time you come over you bring your shampoo and conditioner and put them in his bathroom and the next week or so you notice just how much better his hair is smelling and you compliment him-

OR, ALTERNATIVELY

you offer to shower with him and teach him how to actually clean himself, it’s not even sexual but he’s so nervous about it it’s crazy and so you tell him it’s alright and you’re just trying to help him learn how to properly take care of himself. Scara sitting down in the shower while you kneel down and wash his hair, his hands trying to cover his crotch as you hum

Bathtime with Scara where he lays on top of you, resting his head on your chest as you wrap your arms around him lightly making sure he knows he can leave if he wanted to

I’m going all over the place here I’m not sorry

[tennishood68]

Some Of Schumacher Homes: Custom Homes

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He's constantly been extremely responsive with our demands, and whenever I would talk to for far better high quality / to do things in a various way, he's always been complete; and that truly produced me rely on him. I presume that's what produces him therefore special; he's constantly been clever and prepared to take on anyone you want you to ask. He helped make me feel at simplicity with this company, so I adore observing him participate in and producing me experience like I need to have to pay some focus. Right now, if the encounter possessed to be improved, I may have asked for even additional communication and presence on his schedule; but don't receive me wrong I look ahead to work along with him once again if one more opportunity came up.". After reviewing a number of choices as to what to do or give, he currently advises not offering any kind of consideration to a step away from his job because he recognizes it would take the staff at least three to four months to choose.

#custom home builders

[wombleiymproctor]

What You Cat Wants That you Know

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Cats can end up being difficult to make sure you. From the time they sashay into your home, they may be a secret. But although you may no longer know how in order to make your cat happy, you can create outstanding care of these people once you know what most likely doing. These suggestions will show a person how you can take excellent care of the cats.

Groom your cat. You have to comb and/or clean them frequently. This specific will keep your cat's coat clean up. In addition, it reduces their own shedding and hairballs. Regularly grooming the cat will support keep it along with your home looking fantastic.

If you possess outdoor cats, end up being sure to suppress pests such because coyotes, possums in addition to raccoons by taking cat food inside at night. Supply your cats first thing in the morning hours, and make sure there is no food kept at nightfall. This kind of will keep your felines safe from strike and illness.

Make sure your cat has the collar and tag if outside. Cats and kittens can be far through home and without a tag they could turn out to be lost forever. The tag must have at least the pet's name and the particular number where a person can be reached.

Keep the fill box clean. Cats and kittens are naturally extremely clean animals, and a dirty litter box will have your current cat looking for alternative places in order to relieve himself. Pet cats also value their particular privacy, so try to locate the box within an area that does not get a lot of ft . traffic.

While generally cats make great pets for childrens, youthful kids might be as well rough together. Instruct your kids the best way to hold a cat. Help them find out how to get a cat and even care for this. Cat's bones normally are not quite as robust as dogs, so they must be treated gingerly.

Do your best to find out why your own cat is meowing. As soon as you become common with your cat and its needs, it will become less difficult to figure out what this individual needs if he meows. The meows may well indicate hunger, happiness, or a desire to get exploring. By providing her the proper quantity of attention you can better attend to her wants.

You must acquire caution when departing your cat using any children. Youngsters under 5 decades of age really should not be alone with the particular pet. They simply lack the maturity to comprehend the particular harm they could potentially do in order to kittens. Find your current child's age regarding maturity when it comes to coping with pets.

When some thing seems amiss with your feline buddy, speak with additional cat owners. It's possible that you can solve the condition on your own, but why deny support from others? Typically the Internet has its own cat forums where you can ask your questions, or just speak with your current vet.

Do certainly not try to shower a kitten that is less than several weeks old. That is not extremely easy for any youthful kitten to manage the temperature of the body. This may result in the kitten getting a chill. To get on the secure side you need to hang on between 12 and even 16 weeks after they are born to bathe these people initially.

When the cat's litter box starts to become rough and worn at the bottom, it is time to replace it. In case you leave it this way, it can cause waste to accumulate in damaged areas. Your cat is quite offended by the odor and determine to use the toilet somewhere else in the house.

Do not place the cat litter box in the particular same area wherever you place the particular bowl your cat eats from. Cats and kittens require a clear parting involving the two areas, so make sure you give that to them. That is not most likely you will want in order to eat in the same position wherever you use typically the bathroom, so provide your cat typically the same courtesy.

The tips in this content will help an individual to take care of your cat, even if you cannot please him. Use these tips so that your cat will be in better health and fitness and to make certain its needs are met adequately. Maybe the cat may also demonstrate his appreciation by simply being nice. This is only a remote probability though!

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So, in my last post several weeks ago, I said I was going to try harder to get on here more regularly and post on the off chance that it helps anyone. I've been distracted lately, so I haven't been. I feel like I need to now, not just for the people who might be reading, but for me.

First things first, why I've been distracted lately. My husband has been well for a few weeks in a row! Almost the longest he's been well in three years. I've been taking full advantage of it! We spent his first week going out a little bit then, the second week, he said he wanted to go visit our best friends for a short trip (they live about five hours away). So, we found a sitter for the puppies and went for a visit. Our friends took us to Disneyland! I haven't been since I was about 17 and my husband hasn't been since he was 10! We had a great time hanging out with our friends. I'll tell you what though, we were BEYOND ready to get the puppies back when we came home. They had fun at the sitter's house but were ready to be home.

We are now starting on week four of good health. Don't get me wrong, he's had a few days when he wasn't doing great, but he'd bounce back and be okay the next day. I think he's at the point now where he's feeling like he's about to regress. I feel like he's scared to leave the house because he hasn't left since we got back from visiting our friends and that was a week and a half ago. I have a work outing tomorrow and he seems pretty excited to come with me to that, so hopefully, he comes and has a good time. I think that will make him feel a little easier about going out.

Today, I miss being in therapy. I never thought I would say that. I felt like I was finally making progress and then my job canceled their contract with the company I saw my therapist through, and I couldn't afford to keep it up. My husband woke me up after I had a really rough night of sleep (I woke up a ton and don't feel well rested). He had good intentions, usually, when I sleep too long, I get a migraine, so he was just trying to help, but it made me angry. I didn't want to get up yet. Then he told me one of our dogs had peed and had diarrhea all over the "puppy bathroom". Since he's been well, I thought he'd clean it up or at least offer to help me clean it up. That was too much to hope for. Even though he's been well, he's still not helping with anything. I would even be okay with it if he was getting out more because at least he's making the best out of his good days, but he's not. He's been sitting at home, playing games. He's not going on my daily walks with the dogs, helping load or unload the dishwasher, or even taking out the trash. He even had the gall to tell me that we needed to move the piece of art I bought out of the entryway. This is true, but our apartment is a mess because he never helps clean it and gets upset when I move his stuff. Right now, he's got music equipment everywhere and we need to clean the living room, so I have a place to move the art to. He knows this. If he thinks I'm going to cave and clean up by myself, he'll be in for a rude awakening because I WILL get rid of all his stuff. That sounds mean, but I talked to him about it several times. "While you're well, can you please put all your music stuff on the shelf we got for it? I'll even clean up everything else, you just need to put away the stuff you don't want me touching." He says he will, but then he doesn't ever do it. When I ask him when he's doing it, he just says, "I'll do it. I'm going to do it."

Today I am frustrated. Today I am not a good wife. Today I need to get away, but I have nowhere to go. So, I come here. I vent it all out and hope I do better tomorrow. Today, I just want to cry or scream. I am allowing myself today to be frustrated that this is where my life is today. I am overpaying for a crappy apartment because I can't afford to move. My husband is sick. I had to give up on my dream of being a mom. I have to do everything alone. Pay the bills, do all the chores, adjust my schedule to take my husband places because he's afraid to go alone. I miss out on sleep. I worry, I stress, I cry...I don't know how I'll make this better. I just know that I need to.

I'm sure I sound like a whiner today. I just need a day to feel sad and then I'll be fine again. I do the best I can. I am only human.

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