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[fictionismyreality3]

Finally Home

Price x Reader

Tags: possessive!price if you squint

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it

Notes: I didn’t mean for this to get so emotional but I’m pms-ing 😭

After packing up his boots, still coated in the dust of a foreign country, Price slung his well-travelled gear bag over his shoulders. Giving a quick goodbye to Laswell and the rest of those he knew on base, he clambered in his truck, the engine roaring to life as he began the drive back to his little piece of sanctuary.

To you.

The small townhouse was the most you’d allowed Price to buy. Despite his insistence on wanting to get you a massive farm house, you had to remind him that you didn’t know the first thing about horses, let alone sheep.

He remembered that day well. The giggles you gave him while you teased him endlessly, how you eventually signed the papers to the townhouse while sitting on his lap.

His baby.

None of the team knew you personally except Laswell, who you’d met a few times when you were wading through the endless paperwork of trying to marry a man who didn’t exist. The rest of the 141 knew Price had a girl, but to his content possessiveness, none of them knew you were his wife.

Soap had jeered him about you till he landed him self on cleaning duty, Gaz had tried to sweet talk him into divulging the depth of your relationship, and Ghost had even noticed the ring on the chain he wore before he had the chance to tuck it under his shirt.

There was nothing he wanted more than to make sure your life stayed as far removed as possible from his work. Price had lost many nights of sleep when you first started dating, heavy hearted as he weighed the outcomes of you getting involved with him.

So he kept you tucked away, safe from all the dangers he could possibly prevent.

It wasn’t the best situation, especially for a marriage, but somehow after everything he’d done, all the days he’d missed, you were always there, waiting with open arms to welcome him home.

His last deployment had been the toughest in a while. Nothing he couldn’t handle in terms of the mission, but it had been 3 months since he saw you, and 1 since he had to cut contact for the missions sake.

You always understood somehow. The little clues he’d leave you in his messages let you know when he had to go dark for a while.

Love you more than the stars.

A phrase you’d both decided on. Inconspicuous enough that no one with cruel intentions would think much of it, but special for you. It was just something he did to settle your mind on long deployments, let you know he was safe even when he couldn’t talk.

Even though he was back stateside, Price didn’t want to risk sending you a message to let you know he was home, not at least until he could switch out his phone.

Pulling up to your house, he cut the engine to his truck with a little grin, knowing you’d be surprised when he walked in.

The key was still under the pot on the porch, and the house smelled just like it always did, the scent of cinnamon candles you kept constantly burning, even though he told you you needed fresh air, hit his nose instantly. You must have went to those pottery classes he got you, because he could see two new vases on the entryway table. A little lopsided but full of heart.

Just like you.

Price could pick up the faint sound of the tv, knowing you were no doubt on the couch, watching one of your favourite shows. Putting down his bags, he crept his way through the house, avoiding the creaks in the floor, a route he’d memorized a long time ago.

His heart swelled in his chest as he stood in the living room archway, his eyes falling on you instantly. You had a shocked expression on your face and were saying something, probably his name, but he could only hear his blood rushing through his head, could only focus on your pretty face and your pretty everything. How you’d look as you ran towards him, flinging yourself into his arms, your body shaking with your happy cries.

“John..” Your voice broke home out of his reverie.

His arms wrapped around you, tucking you against his chest liked you’d always belonged there. “I’m here now, luvie.” He hushed you, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m home.”

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[simp-ly-writes]

Returning to Home-Base

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Summary: You and Simon had been dating for four years now and you know in your heart that you truly loved this man; yet with all the deployment's he's been sent on recently; you begin to question it all, especially when he does not return.

Warnings: 783 words, angst.

A/N: trying out angst for once; hope you all enjoy~

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Returning to Home-Base Series (pt.1) (pt.2, v.1) (pt.2, v.2) you are here

4 years.

That's how long you and Simon had been officially dating for; and this weekend would mark your anniversary of an all too awkward exchanging on feelings from mutual friends of Soap to lovers.

Yet your relationship with the Lieutenant had been on the rocks recently; with his deployments becoming what felt months on end and back to back. Every time he would come through the door- exhausted just like your emotional control. Your boyfriends feeling more like a memory than a person.

You knew that this was a part of being with him, and a part to which you both acknowledged and agreed to. You recognized this as early friends; dealt with this for years with John years before even meeting. Yet here you lay on the shared bed with sheets freshly washed and made with the windows open; the cool air hitting your skin with goosebumps of anticipation.

you agreed to this, echoed through your memories together as you sat listening to the neighbours apartment party the next door over; thumping, bashing and crashing simultaneously. you agreed to this.

Like clockwork, every time Simon would come back; turning the key and lightly opening the door before shutting it with the outsole of his boot. Moving his duffle bag to that horrid-green arm chair first. Before going back and removing his warn combat boots you found comfort in seeing kicked into the closet.

Simon would then find you; wrapping his arms around your core; fitting you snuggly to his chest and caging you in with his head as he would breath in your hair and rub small circles across your back and up to your shoulders. He always smelled fresh from the showers; his shirt slightly damp as your hands would train up and down the sore bunches of muscles in his back.

You would feel how his throat would groan every time you would kneed them out and how he would take his hands in return; brushing up your neck and under your chin; bringing his lips to capture yours. And there is where you would melt every, single, time... until now it seemed.

You felt guilty; he was saving lives, he was doing something he was passionate about and was composed in a team of honourable members yet here you sat always wanting more.

So you sat and waited for him to return; watched as the clock hands ticked past the hours, the neighbour's party had died down significantly with every tick yet the sound of boots against hardwood floors had yet to grace your ears.

--

In the early morning hours; you still had not slept. Wanting to face him head on- you practiced what you would say when your eyes connected. Before your fading memory of his touch would ignite new ones as soon as your skin met his.

Cleaning the apartment; cooking a dinner for two on the table and thus washing it up when the food became cold. To later folding the shirts that had lost his scent back into the shared drawers. You looked towards the clock; listening for Simon with spoiled hope; anxiety growing with every tick that bounced through the room.

--

Afternoon of the next day saw you passed out on the couch; using one of his large black hoodies as a blanket. Your mind raced towards all avenues of possibilities; was he bleeding, was he breathing, was his team doing alright. Where was he, when will he show up, will he?

you agreed to this laughed at your subconscious self and mocked your memories that drifted across your tear covered eyes and down your cheeks.

Going to clean yourself up for the workday; you used the conditioner that he always bought for you when picking up supplies for the house. Hands shaking across your scalp; thinking of the larger ones that would caress every part of your body in these moments.

--

When returning back home hopeful to a dead house; you refused to fall asleep in the empty bed that haunted your dreams of nights under the covers. Legs brushing up against one another; your head on a large chest as you traced the outlines of his tattoos. You remeber him shivering against you; the room warm.

And when sunlight caressed your cheeks, legs, and followed you into the kitchen as the coffee pot finished dripping. You couldn't bare to use the set of homemade mugs that you made with the task-force.

you agreed to this, pouring out two mugs for the table; your tired and puffy eyes carried your shaking form to move when you heard a knock at the door and opened it to see two sets of work-boots- few words are exchanged and then the tiles of the hallway appear to be moving closer towards your face as your whole world spins; turning black.

╰┈➤ A/N: glad to see you guys enjoy this story :)

Returning to Home-Base (pt.1) (pt.2, v.1) (pt.2, v.2) you are here

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[magneto-was-fucking-right]

The Ghost Next Door - Chapter 6

Prompt: After suffering an almost lethal injury in combat, Simon "Ghost" Riley expected a dull, and uneventful leave back at his shitty apartment. His new next-door neighbor ruins his plans. Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (named Riley Thomas for plot purposes)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 7

Disclaimer: slow burn; neighbor!Simon; semi-sexual content

Chapter Summary: In which Simon's neighbor gets drunk with his best friend and ends up, once again, on his couch.

Word Count: 3.1K

On a cold, rainy Friday night, Riley Thomas knocked on her neighbor’s door in sweatpants and a hoodie, a large pizza box from the restaurant down the street in hand. When Simon finally reached the door, the young woman slid inside quickly, sighing in relief at the comforting heat of his apartment.

“Why’d you take so long? The hallway is freezing!” She complained as a way of greeting, setting down the carton box on his table before rubbing her hands together.

“I took two minutes, you big baby.”

She rolled her eyes playfully.

“What’d you pick for tonight?” Riley asked curiously, peeking at his TV as she settled on the couch and quickly covered herself with their designated movie blanket.

“Mamma Mia.” 

“Fuck off.” She stared at him in disbelief, a mocking grin slowly creeping about her cheeks.  “Guilty pleasure?”

“One of many.”

She shook her head in amusement “You’re a man full of surprises, Simon.”

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” He chuckled.

A slow, tentative friendship had begun blooming between them over the weeks, as Riley found herself in her broody neighbor's company more often than not. Simon’s icy walls had started to crumble increasingly easier at the young woman’s terrible jokes, finding comfort in her amiable invitations for a movie night, a dog walk, or something as simple as a quiet talk while each of them did their laundry in the building’s basement.

Tonight was different for Riley, as it had been Simon’s idea for them to share the evening together, excitement bubbling in her stomach at their new found companionship. She spent her work days longing for their moments together, when she would come home to find he had prepared dinner and “accidentally” made enough to share, dropping by as soon as he heard her turn the key on her door. She noticed the recurrent acts of service with a soft, yearning heart when he took out his trash and offered to take hers as well, maintaining a neutral expression and shrugging awkwardly when she beamed at him and thanked him endlessly. 

A few days before, when she had invited him over for a hot cup of tea and cake, Simon had ended up washing the dishes, despite her constant protests, appearing nonchalant as he claimed he was just checking for leaks in the fickle plumbing.

Despite growing closer, the pair still maintained a set of respectful boundaries that assured their mutual trust: as Simon filled each of them a glass of wine, placing them on the coffee table along with the pizza, Riley knew she shouldn’t look as he removed his usual black facemask to eat, keeping her eyes on the screen as she made occasional remarks about the movie.

“I can’t believe you like this.” She laughed as the dramatic musical unfolded, cheesy and cheerful songs filling the dimly lit flat. “Big old broody man enjoying Abba songs in a rom com.” 

“It’s entertainin’.” He grunted as he grabbed another slice of pizza, trying to ignore how close they sat to each other under the blanket, her feet up and near his muscled thigh. Simon’s phone buzzed and he quickly grabbed it with his clean hand, reading the notification and stifling an affectionate smile.

He could almost feel how hard she tried not to stare, as well as ask about it, as she took another long sip of wine.

“Still interested in findin’ the pup an owner?” His deep voice made her snap her head at him on instinct, quickly looking away as she realized his face was still bare.

“Sorry.” She felt her cheeks heat, but Simon merely shrugged, eyes glinting as he put the mask back on. “Yes, I really can’t keep him trapped in such a small flat, let alone keep listening to Mrs. Parsons complain about the noise.”

“The old hag still botherin’ ya?”

“Every single day.” Riley sighed in defeat, running a nervous hand over her messy braid.

“My friend’s coming back from deployment in a few days. Might come visit and stay over to meet the dog, see how they get along.”

Riley felt her insides boil with something hot she tried hard to conceal. It wasn’t pleasant, and she felt ridiculous as she asked:

“Do you think she’ll be interested?” Her tone was almost casual enough that Simon didn’t pick up on her small trap. Almost. 

“I think he is very interested.” He made sure to drag out the pronoun and noticed her flustered expression, even as she kept her eyes on the screen. “He’s always wanted one.”

The young woman nodded silently and hummed to the music as she took another bite of her slice.

“Why’d you take on rescues anyway?” He asked, killing the awkward silence between them.

“They were gonna be put down! I couldn’t just let them die! Can you imagine being sentenced to death just because of undesirable traits or features?”

“I can. It was called the Holocaust, love.”

“Simon!” She scoffed, smacking him on the arm. 

He pretended it hurt, and she pretended he wasn’t funny.

***

Johnny MacTavish was a burly, five foot ten, crackling ball of energy that put any other force of nature to shame. With bright blue eyes, a questionable hairstyle and a barely understandable accent, the Scot appeared unaware of the existence of the very concept of shyness or social anxiety.

When Riley Thomas had opened her door on the next lazy Friday evening, in nothing but leggings and an oversized sweater, she found herself in the man’s bone crushing hug before she could even utter a simple “hello”.

“Christ…” She gasped, unable to process why, exactly, the stranger was so excited to see her, until she peeked over his shoulder and saw Simon leaning against the hallway, arms crossed as he rolled his eyes at the scene.

"There ya are lass" he cheerily put her down, and the young woman discreetly gasped for breath, laughing nervously at the unexpected display of affection. "I'm Johnny. I heard so much about ya."

"Did you?" She scowled at Simon "Unfortunately I can't say the same."

Simon's facemask covered his smirk.

"Aye, do not worry lass, I know Ghost can be an old grump"

Simon grunted in response and Riley quirked an eyebrow.

"Ghost?" She turned to Simon inquisitively, but he gave no signs of willingness to indulge her curiosity.

"Aye, it's his call sign becau-"

"Johnny" Simon warned firmly, and the Scot toned down a notch, nodding.

"Right...anyway lass, I thought we ought to invite ya to the pub with us tonight." His smile was so endearing she couldn't possibly refuse, despite looking down at her own clothes with a frown.

"I'm sorry, I had no idea you were coming today." She shrugged anxiously "I'd have to go get ready an-"

"That's alright! Wouldn’t want to steal yer night with him. We'll wait, won't we Simon?" He nudged the man with an elbow, his frame so much larger than Johnny's that it was almost comical.

Simon was silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the outcomes of what he was getting himself into, before looking her in the eyes and nodding once in approval.

“We wait.”

And that was how two hours later, the trio had ended up bumping shoulders at a packed bar in downtown Manchester, the two men always by her side. Riley glanced over her shoulder, amused by the view: it was like walking with a very intimidating Dobermann, alongside an overly excited and friendly golden retriever. Opposites in every possible way.

 Simon wore his casual black face mask and hoodie, along with denim jeans, his blonde locks handsomely swept back, the only indication he had made an effort to look better than usual, other than the smell of his expensive cologne that Riley kept discreetly trying to get whiffs of. The young woman had opted for a pair of her best jeans, the ones that didn’t yet look too washed up and hugged her curves just right, along with a warm, modest top that didn’t reveal too much cleavage, covered by a faux leather jacket.

Simon quirked an eyebrow at her gaze, silently challenging her to say something, to which she giggled, flushing slightly as his hand lightly nudged her lower back to steer her into the right direction. The three of them ended up sitting on a corner booth, after venturing to the counter to fetch their drinks: for Simon, a bourbon, for Riley, a gin, and for Johnny, a massive pint of beer that would make him carry his weight in piss in half an hour.

“I gotta say, you’re a bonnie lass.” Johnny was slurring out by the time the fifth pint was half way gone. By then, Riley was feeling tipsy from her own alcohol, her cheeks flushed as she giggled at Johnny’s predicament.

“I’m gonna pretend I understood what you just said.” She lazily twirled the straw on her third drink, playing with the ice at the bottom of the glass.

Simon rolled his eyes, the bourbon barely warming up his blood,  but there was a glint of affection in his eyes as he countered “Easy, McTavish.”

“Don’t lose yer wits, Simon, just trynna’ help you remember how to treat a lass.” He leaned forward, confiding in Riley “Did ya know he hasn’t gotten laid in-”

“Sergeant.” A low growl in warning as Riley pressed him on, curiously.

“Go on! Now I wanna know!”

“No ya don’t.” She could almost swear she saw him blush under that mask.

“I can’t count the months on me fingers, I’ll tell you that.” Johnny lifted his hands playfully, and Simon glared at him, a silent threat ever present as his dark eyes squinted at him.

Riley roared with laughter, her dimples more noticeable than ever.

“Months? Those are rookie numbers. I haven’t gotten laid in four years.” She drunkenly blurted out, and Simon stiffened by her side, as Johnny choked on his drink. 

“What? How’s that possible?” The Scot coughed as the young woman shrugged, amused by his reaction.

“I don’t go out much.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t like people much.” She avoided his gaze shyly, downing the rest of her gin “Plus, I work a lot.”

“Ya’ two are a match made in heaven.” He pointed out, ignoring Simon’s scowl and her playful eye roll.

“Cheer up Simon Riley, yer best friend is back and ya have a lovely lady by your side.” The Scot taunted before downing the rest of his pint.

Riley Thomas halted, looking up at the broody man sitting by her side, eyes glassy and sleepy as her drunken mind tried to comprehend what she had just heard.

“Wait…Simon Riley? Your last name is Riley?” Simon sighed deeply before looking her over, grunting in agreement.

The young woman chuckled to herself, leaning her head playfully against his muscled arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me? That’s hilarious!” Simon stifled an amused smile as he pretended to dodge from her touch. “Do you realize…” She poked his chest with her pointer finger “Do you realize that if we ever got married I’d be called Riley Riley?”

“That’s exactly why.” Simon retorted, rolling his eyes for the millionth time since the beginning of the day, but he felt himself buzzing at her words, at the fact she had considered, even if just for a moment, even if just playfully…

 For a moment, he found himself lost in her inebriated gaze. The droopy eyelids, the soft smile dotted by those damn dimples. The chipped tooth that always caught his attention, and the way she was leaning against his arm made something warm bubble in his stomach. She looked up at him so innocently, so curiously, that for a split second he almost forgot his best friend was right across the table.

“Get a room!” He taunted, almost breaking Simon’s usual stoic expression. “Save tha’ for later. Now we need shots!” 

“You’re a sip away from death, mate. I’d call it a night.” 

“But I haven’ even told her the Al Mazrah story!”

“And it’ll stay that way if ya want to live.” Simon threatened, and Riley perked up once again, eyes glimmering with humor.

“Tell me right now!”

“Imagine this, lass: scorching heat of the Middle East…”

“Soap.”

 “A food poisoned Simon on a sniper recon mission, no toilets in sight-”

“I’ll smack ya so hard I’ll turn that mohawk into a fade.” 

The young woman had tears rolling down her cheeks as she roared with laughter, picturing the situation so clearly she was out of breath.

“Away n’bile yer heid!” Johnny retorted at Simon’s threat.

“English, Mctavish.”

“Sorry L.T. Let me translate… “Go fuck yourself.”

“Much better.”

***

It must have been four in the morning when Riley Thomas felt herself being carefully placed on a familiar couch, strong arms under her back and legs. She felt so dizzy she knew it would be over if she so much as lifted her head, opting to remain still as Simon’s comforting scent temporarily disappeared. She could hear him guide a stumbling, barely conscious Johnny into his bed, not trusting the intoxicated man to sleep properly on his couch. 

When he finally returned, seemingly the only semi-sober one of the bunch, he once again reached down to carry her to her own flat in his arms, halting once he saw her open her sleepy eyes. Simon felt himself stiffen as she wrapped her arms around his neck clumsily, inhaling his neck deeply.

“You smell so good, Simon.” She slurred out, tone soft in his quiet, barely lit living room. He couldn’t move, unsure of how to react to the sudden affectionate touch, hands holding his weight on the couch.

“You need to sleep, love.” He muttered gently through his face mask, giving her shoulder blades a quick rub through her jacket and hoping she would free him from the awkward position.

“I’m fine.” She nuzzled further into the curve of his neck and he shivered, feeling the smell of her own perfume, mixed with alcohol and sweat.

“Riley…”

“Simon.” She let go of his neck, but forced him to sit down next to her, barely making out his face through the dim lighting and her blurred vision. “I…”

“Shhh. You’re sloshed.”

“I know, but I’m okay, I promise.”

“Let me get ya to your bed, yeah? Where are your keys?”

She had never heard him speak so softly, in such a caring, gentle way. Her heart was beating furiously, as deep, joyful warmth spread through her stomach when she looked at him. At his half covered face, dark eyes framed by blonde lashes that she found so endearing.

She silently moved closer, reaching over his lap and turning off the only source of light from a small table lamp. She heard him release a shuddering breath, his large hands gripping the couch for dear life. Riley placed a cautious hand on his shoulder in the dark, to guide herself into slowly straddling his muscled thighs, careful enough to sit closer to his knees, instead of his groin.

Simon Riley’s heart thudded so hard against his chest he was surprised she couldn’t hear it, his body frozen into place, nervously awaiting her next move.

Riley’s trembling hands reached up ever so slowly, fingertips trailing a curious path over his soft blonde locks, down to the crease on his forehead, the perfect arch of his eyebrows, all the way to his strong nose, where her finger locked in the black mask. Unmoving and barely visible, she was unsure of his reaction, as she slowly began pulling it down.

“Do you mind?” She whispered, so close their breaths mingled. 

“Hm.” Was all he could mutter, but one of his hands gently gripped her hip, steadying her in his lap. His thumb circled the small patch of exposed skin on her waist, where the top almost met the jeans.

She continued her ministrations leisurely, giving him enough time to stop her if he wished. But he didn’t, and her finger pulled his mask all the way down to under his chin, where she felt the stubble. Riley could barely breathe, doing her best to contain her excitement as her cold fingers trailed his face in the dark.

She felt the contour of his lips, slightly chapped as her thumb parted them tentatively. The raise of a scar, that seemed to have been carved all the way to the jaw, where she rubbed slow, careful circles lovingly. She felt his trembling breath on her flushed skin, the sounds of her faux leather jacket as she moved about, the only noise in the room. 

Riley placed a tender kiss on his cheek, feeling embarrassed as she felt the warmth that immediately soaked her underwear once her skin came in contact with his. The mixture of alcohol and desire in her blood seemed to burn, making her ache with longing as she kissed his nose, his forehead, and then his other cheek, until she was trailing his strong jaw, the stubble tickling her lips.

“Riley…” He muttered, their mouths so close she could almost drink in his words.

“Please.” She begged in a silent whisper, joining her forehead to his, hands cupping his face tenderly. 

His other hand held an iron grip on the couch, not letting up.

“You’re drunk.” He whispered back, teetering on the edge of self-control.

“I need you.” She replied, her lips ghosting his in the dark, skin almost grazing. She began moving her hips lower towards his groin, but although Simon had held his breath at the confession, his heart hammering in his chest, he finally gripped both of her hips firmly, keeping her away from the raging boner she would have found.

“I can’t, love.” He murmured softly, hoping she would understand.

“Please Simon.” She clumsily tried to fight off his grip, eager to press her aching body to his. “I need you so bad.”

Simon bit his lip so hard he was surprised he wasn’t bleeding as he did his best to keep his fraying sanity through her tender pleas.

He knew he was done for if he felt the softness of her lips, her wet tongue and the grind of her hips against his rock-hard shaft.

“Don’t do this to me, love.”

“I’m so wet.” She admitted, and he felt the crease of her frustrated frown against his own, words coated with need and shame. He sighed deeply, his bruising grip on her hips tempting him to just pull her into him. He could feel himself pulse in his briefs, so painfully hard.

“Four years is a long time.” He grunted softly.

“I know.” She practically whimpered.

“You’re very drunk, love. You can barely stand upright.”

“But-”

“Riley.” She stilled at his commanding tone. “I’m taking you to bed. We’ll talk tomorrow once you’ve rested up, yeah?”

Her shoulders slouched in defeat, the rejection still stinging as she placed another kiss to his cheek before muttering:

“Okay.” 

A/N: I'm back! And I managed to bring my work laptop home, which (hopefully) means quicker updates! :) Once again thank you to everyone reading and keep that feedback coming - seriously, it keeps me going. The slow burn is finally burning and the next chapters are gonna be spicy.

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Struggle pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥 ~ Wanda x Y/n smut

Words: 1.05k

Context: Wanda is on a mission, Y/n is lonely and very- very needy

⚠️Smut, Masturbation, Fingering⚠️

⛔️18+⛔️

You arrived at your room and sat on the ground rubbing your hands on your eyes out of being overwhelmed. It had been a long night and you haven't seen Wanda all week since she'd been gone on a mission. 

At Tony's party Nat and Maria displayed their relationship in your face the entire time. Just the thought of Maria slowly grinding her ass against Nat to the beat of "Gimme More" made you want to punch them but also it awakened something in you. The thought of you doing that to Wanda made you groan to just think about. You gently glided your panties, feeling the puddle growing and realized you needed to do something about this.

You get up from your sulk and rapidly rummaged around your room to find where you set your dildo but couldn't find it. Groaning in annoyance you sit down on the bed. 

You held up your hand and whispered, "Sure you don't have the Witch's magic touch but you'll do."

As you placed your middle finger into yourself you could only think about one person- that mother fucking milf.

You lay back and groan as you placed the finger in, gliding your finger to where you like it. As you tried to place your thumb on your clit you were annoyed at the displeasure.

You inserted your ring finger in to try to make yourself pleased but that just dried you out. You thrusted the fingers back and forth begging for pleasure but with no success.

"Struggling?" A familiar voice says.

"WANDA!!" You almost run to greet your girlfriend but soon realize what you're doing.

"Spare keys are useful when wanting to surprise you or I guess catch your partner struggle to make herself cum even though I seem to be really good at it." Wanda smiles as she walks towards you

You try to cover up with a blanket but Wanda takes the covering with a smirk.

"Let me see my kitten try to cum." She states while licking her lips.

Your face reddens as you start rocking your hips to the movement of the two fingers. You start groaning as you feel more pleasure with Wanda here- even if her magic fingers aren't thrusting inside of you right now. You groan in frustration and in one swift motion, you remove the two appendages from your main hole.

"Fuck Wanda just finger me." You state blankly, staring at the redhead.

She crosses her arms, "I want to hear you beg." She states while inching towards the bed.

You smirk and sit up, ending on your knees right under her on the edge of the bed. "Please mommy fuck me hard I need you mommy please give your pet pity I'll do anything..." You grip the zipper of her pants but don't pull down quite yet, "...anything."

In one swift motion Wanda grabs your neck and pushes you down onto the bed, "You don't get to touch this until I make you squirt." She smirks while on top of you

You don't say anything in response you just nod politely in awe of her beauty inches from your face. She picks you up and places you further up on the bed, giving her more access to lick your pussy clean.

Wanda starts kissing you on the neck, making marks that your dad will see in the morning. She skillfully starts to unbutton your dress shirt from the party prior. She takes off the tie and uses it to start choking you.

"How's it feel?" Wanda says while multitasking choking you with your black tie and toying with your nipples under your shirt.

"F-F-Fucking amazing mommy." You choke out

"Good." Wanda states

She releases the tie, making your head hit the pillow. She rips open your shirt and removes your tie, smirking at your black laced bra. As she licks your neck, Wanda removed your bra with one hand. 

"So hard!" She mutters as she sees your nipples.

"Just lick my pussy please!" You moan out, getting impatient 

Wanda adjusts so she is face to face with you.

"You are impatient aren't you?" She whispers in your ear, "Well lucky for you mommy wants to fuck you until you can't sit up for three weeks."

You moan at that thought, you thought you were about to bust if she whispered one more word to you.

Wanda licks her way down to your pussy. She swipes her middle finger through your split, making your purr. With feeling how wet you are, she smirks and sticks a finger in.

"Fuck Wanda that's the stuff." You mutter out through sounds of pleasure

She smirks while she grinds her fingers crashing the top and bottom of your pussy in one wave. Her scandalous thumb rubs your clit with ease. You groan with every swipe of your nerve ends. You bite your hand to try to silence your pleasure.

"Oh is my puppy gonna cum on mommy?" Wanda chuckles

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes m-m-mommy." You somehow manage to mutter out

"Then let me help you out." Wanda smirks as she moves her head down to the motherload.

Her tongue swirls your opening making you wet. She pumps her tongue up down rapidly. The pressure and pleasure you were feeling made your back start to arch. Suddenly your eyes start swirling and you start loudly moaning uncontrollably.

Through your moans you somehow make out the words, "IM GONNA CUM MOMMY OH FUCK!" 

Wanda, remembering your poor neighbors (Natasha and Maria), crawls up your body and to your ear, whispering, "Show- don't tell." 

Right as she said that you start moaning more than you ever have before, practically screaming into your pillow. As Wanda's tonge enters again you can't control yourself.

You tighten as you ask, "PLE-"

Before you finish your words the witch replies with, "Yes, go ahead."

At those words you release a white flood in wanda's mouth and some squirted out of you and landed on your face. Wanda chuckles as she helps you finish off with her fingers, rubbing the cum on your edges.

As you finish, Wanda comes up to kiss your body but you remember the promise she made you.

"Baby let me touch you now... please." You say, looking down at her sucking on your nipple.

"Who said you could d-" She tries to say

Before she could finish her words you had adjusted so you could grip her chin, pointing it at you. Wanda whimpers at this movement. 

You smirk as you say, "You're mine."

"Yes, mommy." Wanda replies as if she hadn't been fucking you two seconds prior. 

A/n:

Comment if y'all want a part 2!!

Hopefully this is good as a first time writer!

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[wonwooridul]

HELLO & WELCOME ♡ to an all inclusive giffing guide, which includes: - vapousynth installation on windows / mac - how to source giffable material - resizing / deinterlacing / denoising / sharpening on VS - step by step breakdown of how to use VS - giffing after you've used VS - giffing using only photoshop - simple colouring guide - watermaking and blurring captions

( a better and updated version of the previous one )

GIFFING USING VS + PS

1. VAPOURSYNTH & ITS INSTALLATION

VS is free to download and use. it is truly an amazing tool which allows you to resize, denoise, sharpen your gifs all at once and save the output in gifs, frames , mp4 and mov.

You can install vapoursyth from here. The site has download software and installation guide for both MacOs and Windows. Please watch and read the installation guide thoroughly, it is a very well written one and if you follow along, installation will be done easily.

It is best to use a video with minimum resolution of 1080p but a good 720p would work sometimes. This is how gifs look after sharpening a normal 1080p video:

2. SOURCING GIFABLE MATERIAL

➞ You can start with downloading a 4K Video downloader. It will allow you to download clean and best available resolution videos from youtube. ➞ If you don't want to download a software, you can use screenrecording. - Windows : windows key + alt +R - MacOs: shift + cmnd + 5 ➞ .TS files - for seventeen .ts files, you can go to rosebay

3. TUMBLR SIZING

Tumblr has it own resizing rules so that your gifs aren't blurry after you've uploaded them. Keep this in mind when you're using VS resizing tool.

4. USING VAPORSYTNH

After you've installed the VS properly. You'll have a VS script shortcut on which you'll drop your video file for giffing. Once you drop your video file on the VS shortcut, a window like this will pop up:

After you've put your timestamps and gif duration, a resizer will open up in chrome ( or your default web) along with a VS Script Window (sometimes it’ll take a min to open).

GIF Size: WIDTH (left space) and HEIGHT (right space). Use the bottom left triangle to adjust you clip. Make sure 'Preprocessor' is set to 'None' and "debilinear'.

Use KNLM for denoising and FineSharp for sharpening by selecting them and ticking the small check box beside them. DONOT mess with the denoise and sharpening cursor on the resizer tab, we'll adjust setting on the VS Script.

There are CCs who use BM3D for denoising but it never worked for me. Always gave me an error. KNLM has worked without an error for years for me.

NOW, there are CCs who like to set frame per second ( qtgmc) on the resizer itself but qtgmc is designed to work with interlaced video. Don’t waste your time with fancams, it won’t do shit.

[ Interlaced content: live performances, variety shows. Typical formats: .ts/.tp/.m2ts Progressive content: fancams, vlive/instagram videos, some variety shows (basically 1080p/720p/480p/…, anything with a p. Typical formats: .mp4/.avi ]

Copy whatever code that comes on the top right.

YOUR VS SCRIPT:

First, remove the # on line 9 to increase your cache size so that your VS doesn't slow down or crash. It is already removed in mine, but you'll have to remove the # on the start of line 9.

Remove everything from line 17 till before "video = core.fmtc.bitdepth(video, bits =16)" and paste the code you copied from the resizer on line 17.

After you've pasted the code, we put in our denoise and sharpen settings by changing these things. denoise: 2, 6, 4 , 2 finesharp: 2

Now, Encoding aka Saving the output. Script > Encode Video and another window will pop up which allows you to select in which way you want to save your ouput.

I would highly suggest using the PNG sequence because it is easily editable and is saved in hd from. GIF output can often be dithered.

Ensure that header in in Y4M mode

Click on Start to start your encoding process. Don't close any of the window tabs before the encoding is completed.

Your output will be saved under "D:\VapourSynth64Portable(200722)\gifs\output".

Before you start encoding another batch of frames or a gif, please cut and paste the previous output in another folder because each new batch of output gets saved in the same folder with the same name, thus, automatically replacing the files.

after you’re done with accessing your output PNGs, close all the windows and repeat the same for a new set of PNGs for another gif.

TRIMMING GIFS

If your saving as PNG sequence, you can simply trim your gif by removing the unwanted frames!

If you're saving as a GIF output, after loading your gif and converting it into a smart object, you can cut it using the 'scissors' button on the timeline. Place the cursor thing from where you want to cut the gif from and press the scissors button. It will split the gif in two. Select the unwanted one and press delete.

REMOVING FLASES FROM GIFS

To remove flashes in gifs in a simple and easy way is to save them as a PNG sequence. With that you can clearly see which frame has a flash and simply delete that before loading in photoshop as stack.

5. LOADING THE GIFS IN PHOTOSHOP

Firstly, turn on your timeline mode. WIndow > Timeline

To LOAD GIF FILE IN PS FOR COLOURING File > Open > Select GIF > Enter ( a normal gif output will have a 0.02 FPS delay )

(if you want to sharpen or add any effects to the gif then:) - Click the small button on the left bottom of the timeline to convert into into video timeline.

Select all frames on your right and convert them into a Smart Object (select all > right click > covert to smart object)

Add whatever filters you want.

Add your colouring and save.

TO SAVE AKA EXPORT GIF

File > Export > Save to WEB

6. LOADING PNG SEQUENCE FRAMES FOR GIFFING

File > Scripts > Load into Stack > Browse Browse will open your File Manager. Select the frames you want to be loaded as a stack. Let them load and click OK.

After PS is done loading your frames, Follow these steps:

Click create frame animation. It’s show only one frame so you have to click this ≡ symbol on the top right of the timeline.

Then click Create Frames from layers and it’ll make all frames.

Then click ≡ again and click “reverse frames” because ps loads stacked frames in reverse so you have to un-reverse it.

4. Most importantly, we need to set frames per second because we didn't set anything on the resizer. Frames per second can make a huge difference in how fast or slow you want your gif to be. 0.05 FPS is just my preferred setting.

To input your desired FPS settings, select all frame from the timeline, right click on any frame > Other > Input your desired setting. ( anything above 0.08 will make the gif too slow )

5. Click on 'Create Video Timeline' to turn this into a video timeline. (bottom left of timeline)

i made an action that does all steps from 1 to 5. Download it here <3

6. Then select all your layers from the side panel and convert it into a smart object so that you can sharpen it and add other filters.

7. Add your adjustment layers for colouring and save it!! Saving process as same as before. (File > Export > Save to WEB)

GIFFING USING ONLY PHOTOSHOP

If you don't want to go through hassle of installing and using vapoursynth, you can use this photoshop only method. You can simply cut the video and load them as frames.

File > Import > Video Frames to Layers

A window like this will pop up:

Use the triangle cursors to set the start and end of your clip. Make sure Make frame Animation is check. Press OK.

IMP: After you frames have loaded, you'll see the frames have loaded at a 0.04FPS. You can change it according to your preference but the speed is different (slower) for these gifs even if they're both at 0.05fps, that is because the number of frames is different than number of frames from a VS png sequence for the same clip.

You can adjust the fps the same way mentioned above.

You can see the difference even with the same FPS settings. The frames in the second gif are VS generated whereas the first one is PS generated.

After setting you desired FPS, click on the Make Video frame animation button at the bottom left on the Timeline tab,, Select all frames/ layers on the right and convert them into a SmartObject.

Now comes the main part, Resizing the gif according to tumblr. For this, Image > Canvas Size. Input your desired dimentions and press OK.

Then, Click of CTRL + T (Free Transform) and adjust the gif along the canvas. like this:

Press Enter. You gif is set. all you need to do is, add your sharpening (filters > smart sharpen).

You can also refer to this amazing tutorial by @jeonwonwoo for photoshop giffing.

BLURRING CAPTIONS IN GIFS

For this you only need a gif in a Smart Object, Marquee Tool and Gaussian Blur.

Marquee Tool is the small dotted rectangle tool. Click on it and then make your selection around the caption by clicking and dragging your cursor.

normal selection

Add to selection (to the normal selection) ( best for multiple captions, it lets you select in multiple places at once) Example:

after selection, go to Filters > Blur > Gaussian Blue > 3.0

IMP: If you want to add Blur using marquee tool on a smart object that already has a smart sharpen filter (or any filter) on then you need to convert that smart object into a smart object again.

after you've added your colouring adjustment layers, save your gif. File > Export > Save for Web

WATERMARK

To make you custom watermark shape, you can follow this wonderful tutorial by @yunaevis

How to set the custom watermark or any watermark, you can follow this tutorial by me. ( bonus: it'll also teach you how to use actions for watermarking)

BASIC COLOURING

Start off Curves. Click and drag the curves from the middle to upwards. This will increase the brightness .

For skin, we begin with Selective colours. Messing with Reds and Yellows, give the skin more even saturation. You can accentuate blacks and increase brightness + contrast too.

BEFORE AND AFTER:

for a detailed basic colouring tutorial, you can follow this tutorial!

DONE AND DUSTED,,,, THANKYOU <333 I hope this was somewhat helpful <3 if anyone has a doubt, they can always contact me!

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[cloverthebarbearian]

Secret Meetings (P.1)

Uktar x GN!Tav 3,380 words (Suggestive not explicit) (P.2, P.3)

Tav's tongue ran down his exposed skin as far as his clothes allowed, before trailing kisses back up his neck, nibbling his ear as he ran his hand from their hair down their spine. "I wish I could kiss you," Tav sighed. "You know why you can't," Uktar muttered in response, wrapping his hands around the small of their back, pulling them closer. They felt his hands creep under their top, warm and welcome against their bare skin. "What if I promised to keep my eyes closed," they teased, nuzzling their nose against him. He let out a gentle laugh. "Not good enough, Sweetness," Uktar ran his hand up their spine, reveling in the touch of their bodies together.

Dusk was fast approaching, threatening storm clouds of grey and blue rolling across the horizon. The evening air was welcome in the busy streets of Wyrm's Crossing. That crisp and haunting chill of promised rain tickling Tav's skin as they approached Sharess' Caress. The familiar warmth of the brothel greeted them when they opened the front door, heady incense wafting through the air.

"Hello, Darling!" Mamzell Amira strolled elegantly from behind her workspace to give Tav a friendly hug, kissing both cheeks in greeting, "How was the trek today?"

"Nothing special, Mam," Tav removed the cloak draped across their shoulders and handed the Mamzell their outerwear to check in behind the counter, "Looks like a storms approaching. Lots of travelers needing rooms tonight, good for business I bet?"

Amira tutted playfully, "And what better way to shield from a storm than the warm embrace of a beautiful stranger, hm?"

She practically floated as she moved about the lobby, "Same room as always, dear?" she called to Tav while working through the Caress' room keys.

"Yes, Mam," Tav replied, "Everything cleaned and prepped I take it?"

"Of course, darling," Mamzell Amira handed them their room key. Just as Tav was about to take it, the Mamzell yanked it back, eyeing their patron playfully, "You know, I'm rather curious who this mysterious little client of yours is."

Tav rolled their eyes with a grin, "I'm sure you are Mamzell, but I've made it very clear they've requested discretion. You know how many powerful individuals come around here requiring silence, often times for our own safety."

Mamzell Amira pouted, "Oh, I know darling. But I can't help that my mind wanders. They're so mysterious! No one's even caught a glimpse of them, the way they manage to sneak in and out with such ease," she sighed, glancing at Tav again before handing them their key in earnest, "Well, I suppose as long as you feel safe and I get paid, that's all that matters," she waved Tav off nonchalantly, "Have fun, dear."

Tav took the key with a smile, a light blush creeping across their cheeks, "I always do, Mam."

Tav locked the bedroom door after checking the room thoroughly. All their standard requests were abided, as usual. Fresh water, sweet wine, and a small fruit and bread platter set up on the tea table. The inset stone bath was full and warm, their closet stocked with clean robes, fresh clothes, and warm towels. A few simple toys and tools by the bedside, in case the mood struck them.

No poison in the wine, no assassins hiding in any unlit corners. Old habits die hard.

They took a deep breath and unlocked the door to the balcony, leaving it open a crack and placing a small wedge of wood in the frame as a stopper. The wind of the incoming storm brought in a bit of mist and drizzle, and Tav shivered. They turned to the bath and began discarding their clothes, submerging their tired feet into the hot water with a sigh. They walked to the center of the large tub and sat down, curling their knees to their chest and closing their eyes as the hot water soaked into their aching bones.

And now they wait.

The waiting was always hardest. They never knew when he'd arrive. He's never missed a date so far, though there have been times he hadn't shown until the morning sun was already teasing the horizon. Tav's only knowledge he had even come at all from feeling him slip into bed to hold them as they slept, and a note left behind by their pillow when they finally woke.

They watched the steam rise from the tub as they listened to the rain. It was coming down steadier now. Rolling thunder echoed in the distance. They began wondering if he'd show up at all tonight, what with an impending storm fast approaching. This was supposed to be casual, and technically all just business. But they'd be lying if they said their heart didn't sink at the idea of a night without him.

They tipped their head back, submerging themselves completely in the heated pool. Their hair wisped around them as they gazed at the ceiling through the haze of water. The rhythmic thumping of their pulse in their ears acting as a metronome, counting seconds as they waited. Seconds that felt like minutes as they held their breath.

A muffled bump shook them from their trance, bolting upright and cresting the water with a deep breath of cool air. They stared at the balcony door, eyes wide and body crouched as if ready to pounce before registering who was causing the racket.

Uktar stood drenched in the open doorway, the earlier drizzles having turned into torrential downpour. Sheets of rain crashed like waves as he fought with the door against the wind. A comparative silence followed the slamming wood as he stood with his back against the door, chest heaving, head low. He finally glanced up and saw Tav, their head resting on folded arms against the edge of the bath, an amused smile across their face.

The masked man gestured to the door, "Couldn't help me with this then?"

Tav suck into the water, running their fingers along the surface, "I was a bit occupied," they said as they took in the sight of him, stifling a laugh, "Looks like you managed a bath before arriving for a change! I appreciate that."

"Ah Ha. Ha Ha Ha. You're hilarious," his head tilted with a mocking laugh as he shook his hands and removed his boots. He walked to the wardrobe, grabbing a change of clothes and moving behind a divider to change out of his now soaking wet attire. Tav watched with an anxious curiosity as he removed his mask and placed it on a table beside the wardrobe, straining to peak between the cracks of the divider's wooden panels. All in vain, they were already certain, but it didn't stop them from trying.

"You actually showed up fairly early tonight," Tav commented, "Usually I'm here at least an hour before you arrive… Thought you'd choose to wait out the storm or something," they bit their lip as they watched his silhouette.

Uktar draped his wet clothes over the divider, toweling himself off as he spoke, "I knew the rain was coming. Managed to talk my way out of any deals going on too late. Scared folks into thinking the sewers may flood. Gave me plenty of time to haul ass over here," he threw his towel over the divider and it landed on the floor within Tav's reach, "Didn't think I'd get caught in the storm though."

Tav picked up the towel and wrapped it around themselves as they begrudgingly left the warmth of the pool. Uktar was busy tying his hair back up and pulling on a fresh pair of underclothes as Tav approached. They glanced at his mask left laying on the side table, gingerly running their fingers along the cool, glossy porcelain. Still spattered with rain, it seemed like it were made of crystal with the way it twinkled.

They heard Uktar clear his throat loudly from behind them, and Tav swiftly turned their back to the divider. Carefully, they picked the mask up and held it out behind them until they felt it leave their grasp.

"Thank you," his low voice replied. His cadence still perpetually annoyed, but Tav could hear the shame tinged below it all. They gave him a few beats to shroud himself, rocking gently on their heels before glancing over their shoulder.

"May I?" they asked, their eyes still trained on his legs.

"You may, Highness," he said with a tease and an exaggerated bow. Giggling, Tav turned around to face him. He leaned back up, adjusting to finish tying his robe as they looked at him.

Tav walked slow, still wrapped in their towel, running their hands under his arms and around his waist, looking up into the eyes of his mask.

"Hi," they said, coy smile betrayed by the blush on their cheeks.

"Hello, Sweetness," he responded, caressing their head in his hand, stroking down their cheek and pulling them close to his chest. The smell of rose oil and ivory soap from their bath still lingering.

Uktar could feel Tav's damp skin seeping through his fresh clothes, "Could we get you properly toweled off?" He quickly ran his arms up and down their shoulders as he pulled away, turning to grab them another towel.

He draped the fresh towel over their head, running the ends up and over their face, down their cheeks, watching the way they seemed to melt against his touch.

"We need to get you dressed," Uktar muttered as he dried their hair.

"What's the point if I'll be taking it all off in a moment?" Tav teased, loosening the towel tied around their torso, letting it fall to their ankles. They stood damp and bare as Uktar continued to dry their hair, pretending he hadn't even noticed his partner's playful advances.

He took the towel off their head and held it against the small of their back, pulling their naked body into him, "The point's in how much fun it'll be to get you out of them myself."

Tav felt their cheeks flush. They reached their hands up to his neck and pulled him down to meet them. They kissed the cold lips of his mask as if they were truly his, before moving down to his chin and neck. Their skin still warm from the bath, they made sure to hold their lips against him long enough to share their heat.

Uktar dropped the towel he had been using to hold Tav against him and wrapped his hands around their bare back. He relished the softness of their skin, squishing the plush spot where their hips met their thighs, running his fingers down the curves of their ass while they kissed him.

He tasted like he had actually bathed before coming, outside of being caught in the storm. There was a taste of earth from the rainwater, but beneath it was a musk of soap and… aftershave?

Tav pulled back and glanced up at him, "Are you… wearing cologne?" They smiled as their eyebrows twisted, once again trying to stop themselves from laughing.

Uktar gently pushed Tav away from him, "You get mad when I come in smelling like the sewers, are you really gonna give me shit for trying to clean up for a change?" Tav covered their mouth as to not be rude, hiding their smile.

After the first few times they teased him, Uktar had either bathed before arriving or bathed at the Caress when coming straight from the Guild. But this was the first time he seemed to have put on some sort of fragrance oil, and it had caught Tav by surprise.

"No, no, you're right," they tried to calm their giggling, "Its sweet. And preferable. Thank you," They pulled him back into a hug, kissing the exposed skin on his chest that his shirt and robe didn't quite cover. Tav turned and made their way to the wardrobe as Uktar sat in a plush armchair. He took the opportunity of Tav standing behind the divider to lift his mask and expose his lips, picking off grapes and sipping wine as he waited for his partner to dress.

"What would you like me to wear?" Tav called out to him, lilt in their voice sounding coy and seductive.

"Whatever you want, Sweetness," Uktar replied nonchalant, popping another grape in his mouth. Tav groaned. It was so hard getting him to play along sometimes. They threw on undergarments, and settled on a thin, billowing shirt. It reminded them of something Astarion might've worn, though a bit see-through with the light weight fabric.

Seeing no point in wasting time with too much clothing, they cleared their throat before coming out from behind the screen. Uktar took one large sip of wine before lowering his mask again, and Tav gradually slipped their body out into the open.

They ran their finger along the edge of the wooden divider, looking up at the man sitting a few feet away as they took their time approaching. They saw Uktar shift in his seat, gripping the arms of his chair. They could practically feel the way his hungry eyes devoured them, hidden behind his porcelain guise.

Tav reached out for their own glass of wine and drank readily, letting one hand run up Uktar's thigh as they placed their goblet back onto the table.

Immediately, Uktar had their wrist in his hand. Pulling them down to him, he wrapped his arm around their back and practically threw them up onto his lap. Tav laughed at the way he tossed them around, letting their hands settle on his chest as he ran his own hands down their back.

"Sooo… what's on your mind tonight?" Tav asked teasingly. The man beneath them let his grip squeeze into their hips as he subtly rocked himself against them. Tav's mouth opened in a silent moan, smiling and running their hands up to his neck.

"Same as always, gorgeous," Uktar's thumbs pushed into the dips of Tav's hips, where their thighs curved in towards their core, "Let's just see what gets us there."

They let their fingers trace along his neck, the tips of their nails ever so delicately gliding across his skin. He sighed, letting his head rest back against the plush arm chair. He watched as Tav took the opportunity to plant kisses on his neck, running their hands down under the tops of his robes. His chest rose, taking in deep breaths under their touch. Tav could feel the warm air building under his porcelain mask - his breath smelling of wine, mint, and molasses. His hands ran up and down their sides, hips gently pushing up into them. They rolled their own body in response, tracing their tongue along the risen veins against his skin.

Uktar's hand knotted into their hair, holding them steady and forcing them slightly away from him. Not enough to stop their touch, but far enough to make them really have to work to keep their lips and tongue against his skin. They smiled and laughed wantonly, pulling at the collar of his clothes.

They felt the strength of his raw desire in his touch, and the ever stiffening length between his legs. Tav's tongue ran down his exposed skin as far as his clothes allowed, before trailing kisses back up his neck, nibbling his ear as he ran his hand from their hair down their spine.

"I wish I could kiss you," Tav sighed.

"You know why you can't," Uktar muttered in response, wrapping his hands around the small of their back, pulling them closer. They felt his hands creep under their top, warm and welcome against their bare skin.

"What if I promised to keep my eyes closed," they teased, nuzzling their nose against him. He let out a gentle laugh.

"Not good enough, Sweetness," Uktar ran his hand up their spine, reveling in the touch of their bodies together. It was short lived, however, as Tav groaned and pulled back, hands resting on his chest as they propped themselves atop him.

They toyed with the edge of his robes, untying the clasps and running their hands over his plain undershirt. Uktar watched them from beneath his refined veneer. Their hands weakly attempting to undress him, their expression seemingly disinterested now. Or rather... distracted. A slew of emotions were obvious across their face, now clearly frustrated and discouraged.

He removed his hands from Tav's back and ran them over his chest, meeting theirs and resting his hands atop their own. He brought their knuckles up to his masked lips, making Tav smile at his attempted thoughtfulness. He took their hands and moved them again. Letting each of Tav's hands rest on either side of his neck, directing their thumbs under the very edge of his covering.

Tav's heart fluttered, gazing into the doll-like eyes of Uktar's mask. At times, they swear they could see his true eyes peaking beneath, watching them wistfully. Swirls of grey and green. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, of a day they could gaze into his eyes in truth.

He nodded as Tav paused, a small gesture allowing them to continue. They let their thumbs travel the length of his jaw, stilling by his chin. His hands held their wrists loosely, allowing them the freedom to move them as they wished. Tav hesitantly ran their thumb over his chin and across his bottom lip, concealed beneath his veil. Their breathing shuddered in tandem at the tenderness of Tav's soft finger against his dry lips, shocked to feel a ring pierced through the center. Uktar went to lick them instinctively, grazing Tav's thumb in the process, causing them to release a breathy moan.

They dropped their forehead against his own cold ceramic disguise, cupping his head in their hands and kissing his porcelain lips with fervor. Short lived - their kisses slowed to a halt, and Tav's chest eventually started heaving.

They didn't cry. Gods, they couldn't cry in front of him. But the ache in their gut was all consuming. They held their forehead against his, praying he couldn't see the tears building up within them from behind his covered eyes. They managed to turn their growing sorrow into a weak laugh.

"This is torture, you know," they pushed themselves from his chest and off his lap, pacing around the room.

Uktar ran his hands over his mask and slumped into the armchair, "Gods, Tav, not this again."

"No, it's not fair, Uktar! We've been seeing each other for months. We're both involved with the guild now - If I found out you're hiding some sort of 'secret identity' and ratted you out, I'd be killed…"

"And we can't have that," Uktar interjected sarcastically. Tav shot him an annoyed glare, and he responded with an exasperated shrug before pushing himself to his feet, "What do you want me to say, Tav? We've been over this! I just…!" He gestured to himself, frustrated, "I just can't, okay? Can we leave it be?"

Tav folded their arms across their chest, looking away from him to hide the tears they felt creeping up on them once more.

"I'm not going to judge you, you know," they said, quietly, "I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't think you were…" they bit their tongue, careful not to inadvertently say something hurtful, "I wouldn't be scared of you."

The air went silent in the room above the caress. They heard Uktar's heavy footfalls approach cautiously until his presence could be felt behind them. Their breath faltering as they felt his hands running over their shoulders, down their arms, slowly enveloping their folded limbs in his own. They felt the rise and fall of his chest pressed against them as they stood together.

"I know you think that, Tav," he murmured, his chin resting on their shoulder.

"I don't just think that," Tav snapped back in defense, "I'm not heartless. I'm not some kid scared of a boogie-man. Need I remind you what my teammates looked like after eating Ilithid worms? On purpose? Hells, I honestly thought Gale looked better for it," Uktar scoffed as he tried to hide his laughter. Tav leaned their head against his, a hand snaking up around the back of his neck, "Besides… as much as I would love to see you, that's not even what I'm asking," they nudged into the exposed skin at the crook of his neck, "I just… I want to feel you, Uktar."

They felt his body tense at their words, gripping them tighter, humming to himself. Time slowed as he gently rocked his body with theirs, eventually relaxing, running his hands along their arms before releasing them slowly.

"Perhaps," he spoke at first with a small hint of unease. But after a pause, he continued, his tone shifting into something more alluring, shrouded in excitement. Tav turned to look at him curiously.

"Perhaps, we can… compromise."

#uktar #bg3 uktar #uktar bg3 #uktar x tav #uktar x reader #ch2 is nearly done but i realized the whole thing was getting long so i thought why not split it & let us all enjoy a little treat teehee #here you go 3 fellow uktar enjoyers i want him carnally #god as soon as i post this im gonna find 400 typos but rn it looks fine. it looks FINE LETS GO

[havinganormalone]

I've been following this case since they were arrested back in August. What is so frustrating and heart breaking is how long people had been blowing the whistle, and how thoroughly the system had failed. Or worse- how the Mormon church enabled and funded this abuse. I have a lot of thoughts about abusive systems that I'll detail under the cut. It's a very rambling path on this high-control clusterfuck.

Ruby Franke and Jodi Hildebrandt, the two perpetrators who have each pled guilty to 6 charges of felony child abuse, were brought together by the Mormon church, they were enabled by systemic issues in the way the Mormon church operates and their regressive views on sexuality, and this abuse could have been prevented if the Mormon church had more oversight and was held accountable for the way they operated.

People had been calling out Ruby Franke for years for her strict -abusive- parenting style. I mean, when you post about letting your neurodivergent child go without food, about forcing your son to sleep on a beanbag in the living room for months, about dragging your feet taking a child to the ER so you can clean your house, to a youtube channel with 2 million subscribers, you aren’t exactly being low key. But despite the many, many times people called CPS, she was allowed to continue to escalate her abuse. In fact, it sort of had the backfire effect, with CPS being called so often that they started to tune it out. They had thousands of people blowing the whistle, but an overworked CPS system has to filter stuff out.

Her accomplice Jodi Hildebrandt had been the Mormon church's top referred therapist for years, despite the fact that her license was temporarily suspended in 2012 for her unethical treatment of Adam Paul Steed (more on this later). Despite the fact that Jodi's niece (nonbinary, they/them) Jessi Hildebrandt had reported to the police how Jodi had abused and tortured them as a minor, doing things like forcing them to sleep outside in the snow, forbidding Jessi from talking to others, and accusing Jessi of crimes so frequently that Jessi has said it took years of therapy to believe they were not inherently evil. (You can see echoes of this abuse in the way Ruby's daughter refused medical treatment for her injuries for hours, stating to authorities that they were her fault and she deserved them.)

While the Mormon church did remove her from the official referral list after the 2012 incident, she was still the #1 recommended therapist by individual clergy in the Salt Lake Valley along the Wasatch front. For those who are unaware of Mormon bureaucracy, each individual parish is headed by a bishop, who would meet and counsel with members. If a couple came to him with concerns about the husband viewing pornography, the bishop can recommend the couple to marriage counseling. He chooses the therapist, with no oversight. The church has a referral list of counselors they trust (the same one Jodi was on and then removed) but basically it is up to the individual bishop to choose, and if he (always a he, women are not allowed to be bishops) saw Jodi's name on the list in the past and didn't keep updated, or heard about her from other bishops, he's going to keep recommending her. And then when the young couple can't afford it (Jodi was allegedly charging upwards of $2k a month), the bishop can choose to pay for it from church funds. This was how Jodi was unofficially on church payroll. She never worked for the church, but by getting client referrals from bishops, she was able to charge thousands of dollars and funnel money from the Mormon church coffers.

If you want proof of just how much money Jodi was raking in, feel free to check out the $5.3 million home she was torturing children in. She's selling it to cover legal fees. For a while there, you could take a virtual tour of the home that included the bunker room where she had Ruby Franke's 12 year-old son duct-taped and rubbed a mixture of honey and cayenne pepper into his wounds. You might be able to find archives of people doing the 3D tour on TikTok.

There are also several rumors online that Jodi helped the church develop their Addiction Recovery Program (ARP). I have yet to find solid evidence of this, and have some doubts about those claims, simply because this predatory practice has been around so long that even if Jodi had put together the specific model the Mormon church uses, she is far from the one who developed it. Regardless, both the methods Jodi uses in her ConneXions classroom, Jodi's old company LifeStar, and the LDS (Mormon) Church's Addiction Recovery Program are all alike in the way they pathologize human sexuality.

The basic rundown is that ANY interest in porn or masturbation is treated on the same level as injecting heroin on a daily basis. You are encouraged to treat yourself like an addict, regardless of the frequency of these behaviors. Even men who masturbate once a month are referred to the program. Actual therapists conclude pretty strongly that treating these normal human behaviors like addictions does not help. It increases the amount of shame you feel when doing them, and that shame can have negative impacts on your self-esteem and behavior, not the porn usage itself. It's a viscous self-fulfilling prophecy: porn only negatively impacts you if you feel bad for viewing it.

However, Jodi Hildebrandt made a career off of diagnosing and then treating people for pornography addiction. That cycle is what eventually led Ruby Franke to her. Ruby and her husband were initially referred to Jodi for therapy, and while the exact reasons have not been made public, the fact that Ruby forced her husband to move out a short while later paints a pretty clear picture. This is the exact cycle of control Jodi had done in the past: convince the wife that their husband is a dangerous sexual predator for normal sexuality, make the husband feel guilty, use that guilt to place an ultimatum on the husband so that the wife can force him to go no-contact while still footing the bill, and then milk the couple for exorbitant therapy for as long as this strained relationship can last.

It was this modus operandi that she used against Adam Paul Steed, a victim of childhood sexual abuse while in the Boy Scouts of America. If you don't know who Adam Paul Steed is, the short story is that his bravery in coming forward and refusing to be silenced about his sexual abuse in Scouts resulted in Idaho changing the statute of limitations on underage assault (previously capped at 5 years, which meant the period would expire before many victims had even processed their childhood abuse and had words to define it). This had a ripple effect of allowing thousands of victims of sexual assault in Boy Scouts to come forward about their abuse. So yeah, he's a hero who does not suffer abuse in silence.

Flash forward years later to when Adam Paul Steed was married, and he and his wife were referred to Jodi Hildebrandt for therapy after it was discovered that Adam occasionally watched porn. Adam was forced into the same cycle of being told he is a dangerous predator, he is an addict, he isn't safe. Can you imagine what it's like for a victim of childhood sexual abuse to be told those things? And then as part of his therapy, Adam was essentially blackmailed into attending a support group that contained both men like himself, who occasionally masturbated, along with men who had committed incest and rape. In the eyes of the Mormon church and Jodi Hildebrandt, those sins are all interchangeable.

Being told he was on the same level as the man who had molested him as a child was Adam's breaking point, and that was when Adam put his foot down and refused to endure anymore. As a result, his wife divorced him, and Jodi broke client confidentiality to tell both Adam's bishop and the Honor Code Office of BYU (the Mormon college that Adam was attending at the time) that he was "the most dangerous person [Jodi] had ever met." This resulted in BYU kicking Adam out. He lost all progress on his college degree (BYU is notorious for stonewalling people kicked out when they try to transfer credits, often taking months to years to provide transcripts and making every effort possible to block students trying to transfer to other schools), along with his wife, infant daughter, and his reputation. This was the point at which Adam made a formal complaint about Jodi's breach of ethics in violating client confidentiality, which is what led to her 2012 suspension of her license.

But this did not stop the Mormon church from recommending Jodi. To them, Adam had gotten what he deserved for not being willing to overcome his "addiction." (If you really want to go down the conspiracy rabbit hole, there are also theories that this was intentional retribution for what Adam had done to the Boy Scouts, since for a long time they were the Mormon church's pet program. However, these are just theories that would probably be impossible to substantiate, so I won't go in depth on them here.)

Adam Paul Steed's story is an amazing one of resilience and integrity, and he continues to speak out against Jodi Hildebrandt. If people had listened to him a decade ago, a lot of this horror could have been avoided. He did an amazing 5 hour interview on the Mormon Stories Podcast that brought me to tears several times. Unfortunately, his ex-wife threatened a defamation lawsuit (even though she isn't NAMED in the interview), so that interview has been taken down. It's a darn shame there are no mirrors anywhere.

Anyways, circling back to the point. Ruby Franke is not a victim. A recent evidence dump includes her journal, where she gleefully describes the inhuman torture she put her children through. You can find a ton of breakdowns on Youtube, although I personally recommend Jordan and McKay's video, as they have been covering 8 Passengers (Ruby Franke's Youtube Channel) for years, and were some of those early whistle blowers. Ruby has claimed that everything was Jodi's idea. Quite possibly it was. That doesn't change the fact that Ruby was an eager participant.

These two women were sociopaths who were allowed to operate unchecked. Or worse, were allowed to operate when the checks we have in place failed. They had a propensity towards abuse and exerting control over others that manifested long before it got to the point of forcing her daughter to repeatedly jump into a cactus to "discipline" her. My hope from this case is that it forces us to ask two things:

-How can we better enforce the safety checks we already have in place that failed in this case?

-How can we establish new safety checks to prevent this kind of behavior from ever happening?

While I don't claim to have all the answers, I think a good place to start would be by installing restrictions on exploitative "family channels" on social media. Clearly we need to be more skeptical of the kinds of person that would use their children to earn a buck. Allowing people to earn money from exploiting their children like this offers them the means to shield themselves from consequence. Ruby's money and influence was a huge buffer that allowed her to get away with this for so long. By restricting the income a family channel can make, we would go a long ways towards limiting the power a would-be sociopathic parent can earn. Youtube could demonetize any videos that contain an uncensored minor's face. Brands could not offer sponsorships to child-centric channels. Local government could be allowed to act on publicly available information, ie Child Protect Services could establish a child is in danger based on the exploitation in videos.

Another good place to start would be better restrictions and oversight on how a religious institution operates with for-profit companies. I obviously have very strong FEELINGS about the Mormon church's stance on... essentially everything. However, even allowing the church to continue their toxic attitudes towards sex (a freedom of thought that should be extended to all people), the damage that mindset could do would be limited if churches were not allowed to make mental health referrals with no oversight. This sort of relationship has long allowed things like conversion therapy camps, troubled teen centers, and other dubious for-profit enterprises to flourish. Maybe religious institutions could still financially support their members that were seeking help and needed assistance, but they would have less say on who the member went to. A non-partisan list of curated therapists or resources that members were allowed to choose from, rather than clergy only allowing them to seek help from people who will echo un-scientific and destructive viewpoints, would eliminate the Jodi Hildebrandt pipeline we saw in this case.

Sorry this was long and rambling, this was not 1/10th of my thoughts about this case and the systemic problems with the Mormon church, so it probably is hard to follow. I just needed to vent it somewhere.

#true crime #exmormon #ruby franke #jodi hildebrandt #tw child abuse

[inkforhumanhands]

I love your comic edits and would love to know more about your creation process. How do you decide you want to do an edit- as in, do you come across some quotes or lyrics and thing "this is such a vibe I need to make an edit with this" or are you moved by the image source first? What makes the best raw material for images for you? What is a particularly clever bit of editing you've done that you don't think other people noticed because you were just that skilled?

Hello! First of all, thank you! Answers under the cut.

These are very good questions haha. I think as far as deciding what edits to do, both the things you listed happen, though maybe it's more inspiration from the source? 🤔 I went back and looked at my edits and saw that two of them were inspired by prompts from MattFoggy week, but also I think I had it in my head that I wanted to use a bunch of images from the Soule run so I'd collected about 100 or so screenshots that probably wouldn't look bad in an edit and then looked at them to see if there was any way to put a story together through them. I think most of the time the lyrics I've used have come at a later point in the process. I also knew from the beginning that I wanted to do a Foggy edit from Kill Krew, and I wanted to make one from DD: Noir. That said I do have a couple lyrics/quotes that I'm like "maybe???" for lying around.

As for your second question, the best raw material fits a number of criteria: 1) contains blorbo, 2) blorbo looks good in it, 3) either no speech bubbles or ones that can be easily removed, 4) bonus points if the image is large, 5) some sort of emotion or action is readable in it, 6) not too contaminated by background clutter/easy to cut out (DD Noir was a bitch for this lmao those images were not clean), 7) bonus bonus points if blorbo is not cut off in some way like missing half their head.

Regarding that last point, I haven't actually finished this edit yet lol but I have been working on one on and off and I had to rehabilitate a partially decapitated Foggy and like. It looks fucking good! Also, for those with keen eyes who bother to go back and look at my Noir edit I'll tell you a secret: that outstretched hand in the last image meant to represent Foggy's was not from a comic at all lol. Royalty free clipart I doctored up a little because I couldn't make any of Foggy's actual hands work there. Also I don't know if this counts as clever or not, but I'm still proud of myself for using the super nondescript phone in this comic page below as such a key part of my edit!

ask me other stuff for Talk Shop Tuesday

#asks #Anonymous #inkedits #talk shop tuesday

[faghubby]

A new way

"Sit down" Judy shouted. I did letting the dildo slide into my ass. She had seen I on the internet and made a time out chair. It was a wooden chair with a 8 inch dildo attached. When I needed to be reminded of who was in charge I would be given a time out on the chair she told me, as I sat it felt like it was ripping me open. I had never had anything this big in me before.

"Time starts when it's buried in your bitch ass" She told me. She had not told me how long though. I had asked when I could get out of the chastity cage. I was given a time out instead of an answer for asking.

It had been 12 days since she locked it on. She had always know about my submissive nature but a few months ago she discovered that I had opened a secret credit card and had run up over a thousand dollars on porn sites and sent gifts to an online mistress.

She had discovered that I had shaved my entire body because my online mistress had told me to. So she locked me up in the chastity cage I had bought and dressed me in panties ever since.

"I am going out and since you can't be trusted my mom is coming over to watch you" Judy told me. She pushed on my shoulders to drive the last two inches into my ass.

"There now its two minutes for every year you are old so " She smiled a little " that's 1 hour and 8 minutes" She turned on a timer. She attached soft hand cuffs under the chair to my wrist.

"That's so you can't fuck yourself like the faggot you are" She kissed my forehead. She put on her shoes and left me there. I don't know how much later but I heard a car pull up and the door open.

"Paulie, oh Paulie" I heard my mother in law calling.

"There you are silly, didn't you here me calling" Clair my mother in law almost singing as she entered the kitchen. I couldn't look up. I was naked handcuffed to a chair with my ass stuffed. As she fluttered about. She put some groceries away and set a large box on the table.

"I got you so many pretty things" She told me. She took the key and unhandcuffed me. As she did she was down on her knee she flicked my cock cage

"So tiny, not like my George he is well Manly" she said speaking of my father in law. She pulled a pink bra from her box and wrapped it around me.

"Arms" She said I tried to stand and she pushed me back down

"Still 20 minutes" She told me. Holding te bra. I hesitated

"I could add time or" She pulled a paddle from the box. I lifted my arms

"Good gurl" She cooed.

"When Judy called and told me all about my perverted little sissy son in law. I knew you where going to be agreeable" she slid silicone inserts in the bra giving me almost D cups. She then pulled out a pink frilly dress and had me hold up my arms as she slid in over my head.

"When you are able to get up you will see how short it is. Now she told me you shaved your legs as well so she produced white stockings and rolled them up my legs.

"Now sit up straight" She pulled out a whole make over kit. She started by shaping my eyebrows. Then applying cover up, blush, mascara, eye shadow, it was all a blur. She kept having me sit up straight which meant standing a little then sitting back on the dildo. She smiled everytime. She fitted a red wig on my head and spritzed perfume.

"OK stand up", I hesitated

"The timer stopped 20 minutes ago she almost giggled. I stood and she saw the toy that had been in my ass

"Wow, someone likes the big ones" she laughed.

Then handed me a pair of shoes. They where only two inch heals but I still stumbled. My ass was so sore. The dress barely covered my ass and was layers of lace. If I bent my ass was exposed.

"Now while Judy is out doing important things you can learn to be more domestic" Clair told me.

"So first clean that all up" She pointed to the chair and dildo lube and feces all over it. I discovered it was removable and washed it then scrubbed the chair all with Clair's instructions. Next she walked me thru making dinner for Judy. As that baked she had me clean. She watched and instructed every step of the way. She also took great pleasure in smacking my ass when I bent over or just pulling my "little balls" Whenever she wished. I scubbed floors on my knees. Mop wasn't good enough. I hand washed delicates. Never with Clair more then 5 feet away. It was late when Judy finally came home.

"Oh Paulie you look adorable and the house looks so nice" She praised me. Clair said goodnight and headed out. I served Judy dinner.

"No panties? You slut!" Judy laughed

"Your mom went a little overboard" I told her

"Did she?" Judy raised an eyebrow.

"A big strong man like you couldn't stop her" She mocked. I just sat quietly after that.

"Well why you where playing house, I had a date" She told me.

"What? You?" I stuttered

"Don't expect me to suddenly become a lesbian because you decide to be a woman do you?" She asked. Again I just sat back feeling defeated.

"As I was saying I met Pete, do you remember Pete?" I did it was her supervisor at work. He was very athletic did Iron man compations.

"Well Pete and I met up for lunch at The Havel" her favorite restaurant we only went on her birthday because it was also pricey.

"I explained how you where exploring your girlie side and that I needed a man." She continued "He understood completely and thought it good you where branching out."

"And then?" I asked.

"Well I am not going to go around telling every intimate part of my relationship" Judy told me.

"Unless of course you want to taste him?" She smiled leaned back from the table and spread her legs. She reached into her pants and produced her fingers covered in cum. She held them to my mouth. I had watched things like this but now it was real did I want to taste her lovers cum. I shook my head she stood

"Your loss" She said and spread it across my lips like lip gloss. Judy showered and I tried to remove the makeup. I had done nothing but smear it when Judy got out of the shower. Wearing only a towel she showed me how to remove all the makeup. My dick tried to get hard in the cage as I watched her move in just the towel. Judy was dressed in an old tee and shorts for bed.

"I pulled that out for you" She said pointing to a pink baby doll nightie with a thong I had bought for her years ago. Unsure but I put on the outfit anyway.

"So hot, come here baby" She pulled me to her. She spooned me from behind I felt something hard in her shorts.

"On your back faggot" She told me. She pulled her shorts down to reviel a feeldoe cock it struck into her as well as jutted out in front. She rubbed some lube on it. And then stuck three fingers in my ass.

"Your chair stretched you abit I see" She removed her fingers and drove her cock in one thrust . I cried out as she brutally assaulted my hole

"Please Judy" I begged she fucked me harder. At some point the pain became pleasure and I felt like I peed only to realize I had cum. Judy scopped up a bit of my puddle and fed it to me.

"See not so bad" as she fed me more "to bad you missed Pete's" I got to clean up. When I game back to bed. Judy pushed my head down.

"Suck my cock" She told me. I realized she had not cleaned it I tasted strawberry lube and my ass mixer on her cock. She held ,y head not lamenting me come up till she said. I gave in and sucked her cock. Enjoying the sensation of it strangely.

"You do a good job and I will find you real cock to suck" She told me. In the morning I was woken by her pushing her cock into my face again.

"Suck my hard cock bitch" Judy told me. I sucked her cock again she talked me thru taking more of it. After a few minutes she pulled out and got out of bed. I followed suit. I found clothes picked out for me when I got out of the shower. Along with woman's deodorant. I put on a pair of white lace panties and flower print yoga pants. A white lace bra and a loose fitting pink shirt that hung off one shoulder and still exposed my navel. And sandels I came out to the kitchen to find my sister in law having breakfast.

"Oh you look adorable, Johnny come in here" She called her husband walked in and burst out laughing. John came over and smacked my ass. I stumbled forward.

"Paulie, Linda and John got you a present" Linda handed me a pink box.

"Open it" She giggled. Inside was a butt plug.

"That's so sweet, baby go put it. Show them how much you like it" Judy to me. I went to the bedroom and inserted it

"Now like this" Linda told Judy as the plug started to vibrate. I almost fell down.

"It works off your phone. John got me one we have so much fun with it in public. It makes me so hot I fuck him in the parking lot.

"Paulie how does it feel? Oh who am I kidding he begged me to fuck his ass last night he is going to want it on all the time" Judy told them. Linda and John had places to be and left shortly after,

"Judy is there anyone you haven't told?" I asked annoyed but trying not to show it.

"No I don't think so" She smirked I posted it to Facebook and all your other social media. And sent pics and explanations to both sides of the family." She informed me.

"What?" I couldn't breath.

"Calm down your sister told me they always suspected you where gay until you married me" She informed me. I started to raise my voice. Judy pointed at the time out chair. I looked and saw a even wider toy attached to it. I quieted down.

"Now I thought I would take you shopping todsy" Judy informed me. She sat me down and I had breakfast of a boiled egg and one piece of toast, yogurt and berries.

"I don't want you getting fat" Judy told me after I had cleaned everything up she took me to the thrift store. She drove.

"Now mom can adjust of fix anything so if you like a fabric or style she will make it more appropriate." Judy told me. As we where walking in she handed me a purse. With no make up or wig I looked like a guy in drag. And got lots of strange looks.i just followed Judy as she looked around. Then the plug activated.

"If you are not going to help" She turned I up to full then down to a slight hum. I took a more active role.

"This is very soft " I told her touching a blue satin dress.

"Yes but this one is more your color she pulled a pink one from behind it. She bought jeans and skirts dress and blouses. Even just very girlie tee shirts. She even found some costume jewelry. Everything she picked was big and flashy. Bright colors and bold patterns. We drove straight to her parents after. Where Clair measured me and they discussed styles. Bert my father in law even grabbed my ass.

"Plump ass like that no wonder he likes men" he said. I got grumpy with him. He just laughed and walked away. I thought nothing of it till we got home.

"Time out chair now" Judy told me as soon as we walked in. I wanted to storm out but had nowhere to go. I tried to reason Judy picked up a belt. I stripped and removed the plug. The toy slid in easy the first few inches but it got wider at the bottom. Judy let me work it in myself then handed me pink writing paper.

"Write my father an apology letter. It better be sincere and beg for forgiveness " Judy told me. She came and sat at my feet she gave me a pedicure and painted my toes in bright rainbow colors. I read her the letter. When she was satisfied with it. She took it and folded added perfume and mailed it to her Dad. She then stuck the dildo that had been on the chair yesterday to the table.

"Use this time to practice deep throating" She told me. She had set up a nanny cam so even when she left she could check up on me.

She returned awhile later.

"You will be a good gurl won't you?" She asked me. I nodded the toy still in my mouth.

"OK you can get up" but when I tried I lifted the whole chair. Judy laughing helped me remove the toy which left my ass gapped open. I spent the rest of the day cleaning the house again. My free time was to be spent cleaning. Judy also didn't want any misunderstandings so she had me practice softening my voice so no one thought I was anything but submissive. My boy clothes where moved to the guest room closet. Which Judy locked. She had already called my job and quit for me. Saying the job became to manly for my delicate condition. She also took my phone away.

"You won't be alone for awhile so no need to have a phone or a car"

I tried to reason with her. She pulled me over her lap and spanked me with a wooden spoon. Then found a girdle her mom had bought over after shoving a plug back in my ass she put me in the girdle which was hot and uncomfortable. I then got another half hour of blow job training. I tried to behave but everything was happening so fast.

In the morning I was dressed and was dropped off at Linda's house. Where I spent the day scrubbing her house top to bottom. And helping with my two young nieces. Both under two. Linda spanked me with a belt for ruining a pair of her panties that I accidentally put in the washer. But it was really just to show me she would do it. In the afternoon while the kids took a nap. Linda asked me about sex

"Have you ever been with a man? Did you like wearing girlie things, afterwards she told me how John had a big dick and just throws her on the bed and takes her. She also told me that Judy had said the same about Pete. And that I knew how to get her to tell me.

Judy picked me up late. She looked a mess. I didn't say a word. When we got home.

"I worked with Pete today" She smiled. "Would you like to hear about it. She spread her legs. I crawled under her dress and pulled off her panties. I smelled him then tasted him. As Judy told me play by play of what he did to her. I knew my old life was over and that I needed to embrace my future. I double my efforts and soon she was cumming on my tounge.

[saffyxiv]

Momo’s Recovery at Rhalgr’s

(set after the surprise attack in Rhalgr's, pre-relationship, includes a friend's wol key to momo's canon. generally E but includes reference to injury. Wolianger Week 2023 Day 1: Aether)

Urianger ducked his head as he entered the tent, pausing just inside the entrance as he removed his goggles and let his eyes adjust to the dim light. Through hushed words and gestures, he was able to weave around other cots to find Momo’s near the back, offering her a small bit of privacy awarded to her as the Warrior of Light. A chirurgeon slipped past him, their arms full of bloodied bandages and cloth.  As he kneeled at her bedside, he felt his blood chill realizing how horrifyingly pale she was. 

The initial chirurgeons had done their best to clean her wounds and stabilize her, but until now he did not realize just how gravely injured she was. He had buried his feelings when dealing with the grief of Moenbryda, and then again with Minfilia.  He prayed to the Twelve that he would not have to bury them a final time alongside Momo.

Dried blood lingered on the parts of her that were still whole, or what had remained of her clothing.  Her hands had not yet been cleaned, tucked neatly to her sides but the blood that had dried underneath her nails was still visible.  Her abdomen was swollen and all the wrong colours, dark with bruising, dried blood, and only recently stitched. Urianger breathed slowly, doing his best to calm his mind before beginning his own examination of Momo.

Upon first glance, he could see traces of aether from unknown sources; presumably the local chirurgeons. Focusing on her wounds, he realized Momo’s aether was still at work even though she was unconscious, weaving itself around her internal organs like a protective mesh. As he reached, it filled his senses with the lingering taste and smell of soil; unsurprising knowing how much she loved flowers, along with years of being a conjurer in her youth.  More surprising was the strength at which her aether hummed, set to standby after completing the aetheric mesh on her organs and impatiently waiting for new direction. As he began to direct this aetheric energy with his own, gently brushing up against it, her aether grabbed onto his consciousness and dragged him in.  Startled, Urianger felt himself pulled in like waves knocking him off his feet, so out of breath even though he was kneeling next to her.  He realized he was at the mercy of Momo’s aether now.

Though Momo’s aether smelled like soil, it embraced him like a warm summer’s breeze. There were layers of aether tracing her years of life throughout her smaller frame. Faint imagery conjured around him, echoes of her childhood in the shroud; her running through the flora, sleeping under trees, crying near a stream, arms picking her up. More strongly he could sense a plethora of emotions; her joy, her laughter, her anxieties, her dreams, and her crying that he was warmly accustomed to. It felt deeply intimate, a sensation he was certain would not sit calmly with him.  This was a line he had not meant to cross, regardless of the fact it was her own aether that had initiated the deep dive.

The aetheric waves grew calmer, and he felt his head begin to rise above the flow.  The energies that had swept him along were spent. Feeling the sensation of his hands shaking, Urianger realized he had returned to himself, although a touch lightheaded.  Someone had checked on them while his mind had been pulled within her.  There were fresh towels left near her bedside, along with a glass of water for him. Having no sense of how much time had passed, his neck began to burn with embarrassment as he glanced down at the miqo’te. 

Urianger nearly choked as he realized his aether had gone beyond her wound and spread throughout her entire body. A bit of colour seemed to have returned to her face, though her abdomen remained unchanged. It would take time for the ‘mark’ of his aether to dissipate from Momo, and he only hoped no one would notice before then. He placed his hand upon her head for a moment, praying to the Twelve to protect her before he left the tent, overwhelmed with his emotions and needed a quiet place to contemplate them.

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He had remained away from Momo for several bells now, standing in the shade of a sparsely-leafed tree near the water’s edge.  His emotions would betray him if he sought company, and he could only pray that the thundering sound of the waterfall would hide his racing heart if anyone should draw near. It was almost as if he had become intoxicated from her aether, working so closely with it to oversee her healing.  He still was not certain of how or why he caught glimpses of her childhood within that sea of aether; was it something she wanted him to see as she stood near death’s door?  Regardless if she knew or not, it felt like a line in their relationship as colleagues had blurred. 

Knowing Enkhtuya would not let hearing a ‘no’ from the guards stop her from seeing Momo, he briefly wondered how soon he would hear her at the tent’s entrance demanding to see Momo again. Urianger hoped it would be long enough for his heart to settle; the last thing he needed was that woman prying into his affairs. He could barely grasp upon the fact that he was more in love with Momo than he had previously realized; he was not capable of explaining it to anyone, let alone himself.

Stars above, he prayed, I could not bear to lose her now.

#ffxiv fic #urianger x wol #momouri #wolianger week 2023

[lavaeolus]

Shadows of Hong Kong: The Minimum-Kills Run

Last year I attempted what was basically a Shadowrun: Hong Kong pacifist run. Essentially we played a perfectionist Shadowrunner who preferred clean ops: they used charm and guile to complete objectives without violence, and if combat did break out, used Duncan to subdue enemies non-lethally. On a good run, we were the ideal Shadowrunner. On a bad run, well...

Now, you might wonder why it's been over a year between installments. After all, the DLC isn't that long. The truth is that our ethos doesn't translate. Or at least, it's been changed radically. We could beat the main campaign without killing a single metahuman, and only a few key runs threw heavy combat at us. Neither of that's true any more. Many enemy types now no-sell AP damage entirely thanks to JoltAlert, and our slow-and-steady approach to enemy removal will now frequently have us sustaining ourselves through multiple waves of enemies.

Still, you may as well strap yourself in. The campaign's on the shorter side, so that means you can have a full breakdown this time. How many people do you have to kill in Shadows of Hong Kong?

Mission-by-mission report

Rude Awakening: We actually get through this mission with no kills recorded, despite gunning a captain down. Maybe it's something to do with the plot-radio he's carrying messing up the scripting. If you like, mentally increase the kill-count by 1. Unfortunately we can't save the civilians from the police, since we can't enter Pang's restaurant while in combat and one of the officers involved is another captain with JoltAlert. If you're questioning me leaving a bunch of civilians to die to complete a run smoothly: absolutely, you've got a point. Given the themes of the story, I like to think of this as an opening descent of sorts. After all, we've been shadowrunning for a while and have evidently reached the point of executing the odd person here-or-there. We're still keeping to a code of keeping the bodycount low on the job, but mayhaps we've gotten a little too used to the casualties this line of work can leave.

The Tiger's Den: The key fight takes place shortly after Lam's betrayal. It's terrible to have your own tactics turned against you, but not much can be done to stop the shock-baton heavies crawling out of the woodwork, bashing poor Gaichu over the head again and again. I could've set the turrets to lethal mode, but while I've used it as a measure, I'm not strictly trying to game the kill-count here. (Fun fact: I think in Dragonfall at least, DOTs will sometimes avoid adding to it. You know, if you want to do a murder-everyone no-kill run.) So that means the turrets are peppering away at the AP of my enemies, but they don't have much of a sense of who to prioritise. Still, by drawing aggro they make this whole affair just that bit easier. We subdue all we can, but by the end 7 police members die by our party's hand. Once the main fight's done, however, we're under no obligation to fight anyone on the rooftops or car park. We sprint past the AP-damage-abusing bastards to safety.

Detention: While the other optional mission requires you to fight (and kill!) things right from the start, here fighting can be delayed until the end of the mission. In an expansion that frequently ensures you end combat before progressing, it's a change of pace to just be able to run past the drones on the rooftop. Things wrap up with, of course, a mass group fight, but we can try to keep casualties to a minimum as chaos rides. I did side with a corp here, which makes the fight a little easier.

Tai Po: We have to kill one person outside the warehouse and then it's time for the final showdown. As far as I can tell, we can't grab the spider-drone controller without having killed some captains, so we take out all four of them the hard way. Fortunately, the evidence to persuade Krait is accessible. That doesn't mean our final fight gives us much room for mercy, though. We subdue what few we can while unloading on the rest. In the end, 12 of our recorded 19 kills come from this mission, but that count includes the spiders. When Krait finally appears, we tell her to shove off; she complies. As to whether we leave Shadowrunning behind now that the bodies are piling up or finish things by pulling Qiu from a burning building, well, I'll let you decide.

Wrapping things up

So that was Shadows of Hong Kong. I don't know if it was to provide a challenge and test for endgame builds, to provide a sense of escalation after facing an actual god, or an overcorrection to complaints of Hong Kong being too combat-light; but whatever the case, it certainly gave my team a good workout.

Unfortunately, Shadows doesn't have quite the polish of the base game. While it's absolutely hit-or-miss in terms of reactivity, the main campaign will occasionally deign to acknowledge a few subduals: the thugs at the start, leaving Gaichu tied up, sparing the Plastic-Faced Man's mistress. I don't think there's any such moments in Shadows.

Still, the job's done and all-told are hands our as clean as they could be. Fun to dust off this old stunbolt-enthuasiast of a character and bring their story to a close. As bloody as that ending might be.

#Shadowrun #Shadowrun Returns #Shadowrun Hong Kong #Challenge Run #Shadowrun: Hong Kong

[iviarellereads]

Gideon the Ninth, Chapter 13

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For detail on The Locked Tomb coverage and the index, read this one!)

(Ninth House icon) In which someone unexpected finally accepts help.

Whether Harrow falls back unconscious, can literally spite you in her sleep, or plays dead on the way back to the Ninth rooms, she doesn't move or speak the rest of the journey. When Gideon dumps her on the bed, she looks awful. She gets a glass of water and is considering whether to start cleaning Harrow of the blood and flaking makeup when Harrow says if Gideon touches her, Harrow will kill her. Even at cost to herself.

They fight over the necessity of removing Harrow from the basement, and how Sixth will be taking this time to get ahead of her. Gideon demands to be let in on what Harrow's doing, because she's done everything except not go looking for Harrow when Harrow went missing for two days.

After some pointed commentary that proves Harrow has, indeed, been keeping up with Gideon's social life at Canaan House, she relents and starts to explain what she's discovered so far. She has a miniature blueprint of Canaan House, and has marked every door she's found, seven hundred and seventy-five in all, and only six are locked. Gideon is incredulous that Harrow spent so much time counting doors, but Harrow says this calls for rigor.

"Maybe rigor … mortis," said Gideon, who assumed that puns were funny automatically.

Harrow continues that she counted the first two hundred or so doors, including the hatch and a particular other locked door, and asked Teacher if he could give permission to enter both. He gave her a key for the hatch, but said the other didn't belong to him so he couldn't give permission for it, winking so hard Harrow thought he'd had a stroke.(1) Then Harrow came back and stole the keyring off Gideon, all this having been done in the first night. Gideon is agog, but Harrow says Palamedes Sextus started a mere two hours after she, and "the Eighth House zealot" soon after him. Gideon doesn't have time to think about what this says about Harrow, Palamedes, or the "mayonnaise uncle",(2) because Harrow continues to explain what she's seen in the facility.

The facility under the hatch is pre-Resurrection, or made to seem that way, which would be even weirder.(3) There are rooms where you can test theorems, challenges for necromancers powerful and talented enough to understand them. She's been sending her own skeleton constructs into one of them for days, trying to understand what it's for, what it does.

They go back to examining the notebook where Harrow's documented everything she's seen, and Gideon notices a symbol. She looks at the map of doors, and points to one she found that Harrow didn't, and says it's marked with that symbol. Harrow takes a needle out of her robe, pricks the inside of her mouth, and uses her blood to mark the new door, then sinks back down into the bed, putting the book away.

Harrow drinks the glass of water Gideon had acquired for her before the conversation. Gideon says Harrow is making her look disloyal. The baseline standard of a cavalier is not letting your necromancer die alone in a bone coffin. Harrow argues, but Gideon says it's Gideon Nav Talking Time. Harrow interrupts again.

"Gideon Nav Talking Time. The Sixth must think we're absolutely full of horseshit. I'm going down there with you because I am sick of doing nothing. If I have to wander around faking a vow of silence and scowling for one more day I will just open all my veins on top of Teacher. Don't go down there solo. Don't die in a bone. I am your creature,(4) gloom mistress. I serve you with fidelity as big as a mountain, penumbral lady." Harrow's eyes flickered open. "Stop." "I am your sworn sword, night boss."

Harrow gives in before Gideon can continue on to "bone empress", and tells Gideon to "stop it with all this twilit princess(5) garbage" before she starts to like it. But she needs devotion, she needs absolute obedience, and it's going to be boring down in the facility. Gideon asks how bad it could be. Harrow quotes Teacher saying the facility holds "the sum of all necromantic transgression", and "is profoundly haunted in ways I cannot say, and by means you won't understand" and any of them could just die down there.

"Teacher said the facility was chocka with ghosts and you might die?" "Correct." "Surprise, my tenebrous(6) overlord!" said Gideon. "Ghosts and you might die is my middle name."

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(1) Why would Teacher be winking when he said this? Which door doesn't belong to him? (2) To me, this says that Harrow is the most motivated of her generation, Palamedes is the wisest, and the Eighth is up to something, as zealous and sneering as they are. Going back to the arrival at Canaan House, what do we think the odds are that the Eighth uncle was the one openly hostile face in the crowd during Harrow's prayer? Given what we've seen so far, it seems solid to me. But is this just another misdirect by Muir? Hmm. (3)Well, it makes sense to me that the facility under the building was built before the building. Though, if necromancy only became A Thing at the time of the Resurrection, the information that follows this DOES raise an eyebrow. (4) Possibly an allusion to the Duchess of Malfi, a tragedy by John Webster, first performed some time in 1613 or 1614. (5) Almost certainly a reference to The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess. (6) Tenebrous - dark, shadowy, obscure.

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8 Tips for Getting Your Laptop to Feel like New

Many of us use our computers on a daily basis, whether for work, leisure, shopping, or just about anything else. However, frequent use of our faithful laptops may rapidly lead to the accumulation of unnecessary files, exterior dirt, and a slew of other issues that make them seem old and worn out. But there are methods to fix this, so let's look at the best ways to make your laptop feel like new again.

1 - Clear out Your Files and Apps

When you use your laptop on a daily basis, it's simple to accumulate a collection of files and software that you no longer want or need but are still eating up space on your hard drive. Furthermore, having your papers and photographs kept in a haphazard manner without any sort of system may be incredibly perplexing. As a result, cleaning and organizing your applications and data is always beneficial many business listings.

Organizing your files into folders will help you free up a lot of space on your laptop, and deleting outdated photographs, screenshots, and papers will help you free up even more space than you think. It's also a good idea to empty your recycle bin, as deleting files typically only moves them there rather than permanently destroying them.

2 - Wipe down the Outside of Your Laptop

You'd be shocked how much nicer your laptop looks after a thorough cleaning. Dust, oil, and other contaminants may quickly accumulate on your computer, making it appear unkempt, but a fast five-minute clean can make all the difference.

You must be aware of what you're using to clean your screen. Windex is a good alternative if you have a glass screen, but if you don't, you'll need to use something different. Dish soap, as well as a tiny bit of water, are excellent options. However, you should never spray or apply anything to your screen directly. Instead, dab a tiny quantity on a microfiber or dishcloth (rather than a paper towel) business listings.

The remainder of your laptop is in the same boat. Make sure you're not washing ports or other gaps, and that you're simply cleaning softly. You could also discover that dirt under your keyboard is causing some of your keys to stick, so read up on how to clean your keyboard safely and properly if you want to tackle this portion of your laptop as well.

3 - Increase RAM

We've all been annoyed by a sluggish laptop. Our gadgets may begin to work less efficiently with time, but this does not necessitate purchasing a new model. In truth, increasing the amount of RAM in your laptop may significantly boost its processing speed, and it doesn't have to be expensive free listing.

4 - Make Sure Your Operating System is Up To Date

There's a reason why operating system updates exist. They're made to boost your laptop's performance and enhance your user experience. Since a result, upgrading your laptop's operating system is always a good idea, as it may correct errors and introduces new features that make your computer more fun to use.

It's possible that an update isn't due if you haven't gotten an update notification on your laptop. However, you may still verify this in the settings of your device.

The procedure varies depending on the make and model of your laptop, but just putting "update" into the settings search box should provide the required result, which you can use to check for updates.

5 - Invest in a Laptop Cover

If your laptop is scratched or cracked, investing in a quality laptop cover may be the solution. A laptop case may not only conceal problems in your laptop, but it can also be used to customize it. After all, most computers come in black, grey, or white, so adding a splash of colour to genuinely personalise it might be beneficial.

Laptop covers are available from a variety of online retailers. You may go with Amazon or Ebay for convenience, or check at sites like Etsy for more unique and personalised items.

6 - Remove Residue and Peeling Stickers

Stickers are a popular way to customize your laptop, but they can rapidly go from looking great to looking terrible when they peel or leave residue after being removed. Cleaningly removing stickers from any surface can be a pain, especially when they're on a costly piece of technology.

So, if you want your laptop to seem clean and polished again, you may use a variety of ways to remove residue or old stickers, ranging from massaging them with a solvent to applying heat with a hairdryer.

7 - Make Sure the Fan is Clean

The fan on your laptop is critical to its performance since it removes hot air from within and keeps components cool and secure. However, as time passes, dust accumulates in these fans, making it much more difficult for them to perform properly. So, if you've found that your laptop is getting hot, you could want to clean the fan.

The procedure for removing and cleaning your laptop's fan may vary depending on the model. To receive the finest instructions, check for a way for cleaning the fan of your specific gadget.

8 - Upgrade to an SSD Instead of a Hard Drive

While SSDs are standard on many recent laptops, this isn't the case if you've owned your laptop for a while. You may look up your laptop's specifications online if you're not sure if it has an SSD. If your hard drive seems to be a spinning disc, you should consider replacing it with a quicker, more efficient SSD.

If you wish to remove your hard drive and replace it with an SSD on your own, we recommend researching the process for your specific laptop model and watching YouTube tutorials for a visual guidance.

Before you go out and buy a new laptop, think about how you can solve your processor and storage problems, as well as a lackluster aesthetic, for a lot less money. With a few tweaks and some TLC, you could discover that your laptop is good to go for another few years.

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[heerok]

Heerok's Expert Tips: 5 Ways to Care for Your Diamond Jewellery

Diamonds have long been cherished for their timeless elegance and captivating sparkle. Whether it's an engagement ring symbolizing everlasting love or a pair of diamond earrings adding glamour to your ensemble, these precious gems hold immense sentimental and monetary value. At Heerok, we understand the significance of your diamond jewellery and want to ensure they remain as brilliant as the day you acquired them. That's why we've compiled five expert tips to help you care for your diamond jewellery and preserve their beauty for generations to come.

1. Regular Cleaning Is Key

One of the simplest yet most effective ways to care for your diamond jewellery is through regular cleaning. Over time, dirt, oils, and debris can accumulate on the surface of your diamonds, dulling their sparkle and diminishing their beauty. To keep your diamonds looking their best, make it a habit to clean them regularly.

Start by creating a gentle cleaning solution using mild dish soap and warm water. Soak your diamond jewellery in the solution for a few minutes to loosen any dirt or grime. Then, using a soft-bristled brush, gently scrub the diamonds to remove any remaining residue. Be sure to pay attention to hard-to-reach areas, such as underneath the setting or between the prongs.

Once you've finished cleaning, rinse your diamond jewellery thoroughly under warm running water to remove any soap residue. Finally, pat your pieces dry with a clean, lint-free cloth to prevent water spots. By cleaning your diamond jewellery regularly, you can help maintain their brilliance and keep them looking like new.

2. Handle with Care

While diamonds are one of the hardest substances on Earth, they are not indestructible. To prevent damage to your diamond jewellery, it's essential to handle them with care. Avoid exposing your diamonds to harsh chemicals, such as chlorine or bleach, which can corrode the metal settings and dull the stones' brilliance.

Additionally, be mindful of how you store and wear your diamond jewellery. When not in use, store your pieces in individual pouches or compartments to prevent them from scratching against other jewellery items. When wearing your diamonds, avoid activities that may subject them to impact or abrasion, such as sports or household chores.

By treating your diamond jewellery with the care and respect they deserve, you can help ensure they remain in pristine condition for years to come.

3. Schedule Professional Inspections

Regular inspections by a professional jeweller are essential for identifying any potential issues with your diamond jewellery before they escalate into more significant problems. Schedule a yearly inspection with a reputable jeweller like Heerok to check for loose stones, worn prongs, or signs of damage.

During the inspection, the jeweller will thoroughly examine each piece of jewellery, ensuring that the settings are secure and the stones are intact. If any issues are detected, they can be addressed promptly, preventing further damage or loss of stones.

In addition to yearly inspections, be sure to take your diamond jewellery to a professional jeweller if you notice any changes in their appearance or if they sustain any damage. By staying proactive and addressing any issues early on, you can help prolong the life of your diamond jewellery and preserve their beauty for years to come.

4. Store Your Diamonds Properly

Proper storage is essential for protecting your diamond jewellery from damage and ensuring they retain their brilliance over time. When not in use, store your pieces in a clean, dry place away from direct sunlight and extreme temperatures.

Consider investing in a jewellery box with individual compartments or pouches to keep each piece separated and prevent them from scratching against one another. Alternatively, you can use soft fabric pouches or jewellery rolls to store your diamonds.

Avoid storing your diamond jewellery in areas where they may come into contact with harsh chemicals or abrasive surfaces, such as near sinks or countertops. By storing your diamonds properly, you can help prevent scratches, chips, and other forms of damage, preserving their beauty for years to come.

5. Invest in Professional Cleaning

While regular cleaning at home is essential for maintaining your diamond jewellery, investing in professional cleaning services can help ensure a deeper, more thorough clean. Professional jewellers like Heerok have the expertise and specialized equipment needed to clean your diamonds safely and effectively.

Consider scheduling professional cleaning services for your diamond jewellery at least once a year to remove stubborn dirt and grime that may have accumulated over time. Not only will professional cleaning help restore your diamonds' brilliance, but it can also identify any potential issues that may require attention, such as loose stones or damaged settings.

By combining regular cleaning at home with professional cleaning services, you can keep your diamond jewellery looking its best and ensure they remain a cherished part of your collection for years to come.

In conclusion, caring for your diamond jewellery is essential for preserving their beauty and value over time. By following these expert tips from Heerok, you can ensure your diamonds continue to sparkle for generations to come, making every moment as brilliant as the gems themselves.

[callaghanpump]

NY Water Booster Pump: Navigating Low Well Water Pressure

Have you ever tried rinsing soap off under a trickling showerhead? Living with low water pressure can be a real struggle, but you no longer have to despair! You can always install NY water booster pumps to increase your water pressure. Even if your water supply comes from a low yield well, these pumps can help you maintain reliable water pressure. 

However, before installing NY water booster pumps, there are a few things you need to keep in mind. Let’s explore them one by one: 

Check for leaks and clogs: Sometimes, low water pressure can be due to clogs or leaks in the plumbing system. So, inspecting pipelines, faucets, and fixtures for such signs and repairing them is better. 

Clean faucets and showerheads: Mineral deposits can build up and clog faucets and showerheads over time. This may reduce water flow, so remove and clean them regularly to restore water pressure. 

Upgrade plumbing fixtures: Older plumbing fixtures are often inefficient, contributing to low water pressure. Consider upgrading to more water-efficient fixtures to get access to better water flow.

Consult a professional: If you cannot identify the cause of low water pressure, it is essential to consult a professional. They will help you assess your system and recommend appropriate solutions like NY water booster pumps.

How to Pick the Best NY Water Booster Pump?

Navigating low well water pressure can be challenging, but installing a water booster pump can be a game-changer. Here is your step-by-step guide to navigate this process: 

Step 1: Assess Your Needs 

First, determine the extent of your water pressure problem. Are you experiencing consistently low pressure throughout your home, or is it localized to certain fixtures? Understanding the scope of the issue will help you choose the right pump solution. 

Step 2: Choose the Right Pump

Selecting the appropriate booster pump is crucial. Consider factors such as the water flow rate, the pressure required, and the available power source. Additionally, ensure that the booster pump you choose is suitable for use with well water. Adjust as needed to achieve the correct pressure level without overworking the pump. 

Step 3: Install the Pump

Proper installation is key to operating your NY water booster pump effectively. If you are not confident in your plumbing skills, hiring a professional to install the pump for you is best. They will help you ensure the correct and safe booster pump installation. 

Step 4: Keep Maintenance in Mind

Like any other mechanical device, NY water booster pumps require a maintenance checklist to ensure optimal performance. It may include cleaning filters, checking for leaks, and inspecting the pump for any signs of wear or damage. Also, monitor your water pressure after installing the booster pump. 

Step 5: Consider Energy Efficiency

Look for energy-efficient booster pump models that can help reduce your electricity consumption and lower your utility bills over time. Also, ensure that your booster pump installation complies with local regulations or building codes. This may involve obtaining permits or approvals before proceeding with the installation. 

By following these simple steps, you can effectively navigate low well water pressure in your area to enjoy improved water flow throughout your home. 

Please let us know If you need help selecting a NY water booster pump.

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Dazzling Dishwasher Chronicles: How To Deep Cleaning Your Dishwasher

Welcome to the ultimate guide on deep cleaning your dishwasher! This often-overlooked appliance deserves some attention to keep it running smoothly and your dishes sparkling clean. Whether you're a first-time dishwasher owner or a seasoned pro, here's everything you need to know about understanding your dishwasher and giving it the deep clean it deserves.

Learn About Your Dishwasher And How To Deep Clean Them:

Before diving into cleaning, let's understand the basics of how your dishwasher works. A dishwasher is a time-saving appliance designed to efficiently clean and sanitise your dishes. Here are the main components:

 1. The Interior

    Racks: These hold your dishes in place during the cleaning cycle. Many dishwashers have adjustable racks to accommodate different sizes of dishes.

    Sprayer Arms: These rotate and spray water throughout the dishwasher, reaching all the dishes.

    Filters: To collect food particles and debris, dishwashers have filters. Regular cleaning of these filters is crucial for optimal performance.

 2. Control Panel

    Settings: Dishwashers come with various wash cycles such as normal, heavy, quick, and eco-friendly. Choose the cycle that best suits your load.

    Options: Additional options like heated dry, sanitized, or extra rinse can enhance the cleaning process.

 3. Detergent and Rinse Aid

    Get specific dishwasher detergents that are formulated for dishwashers and use them. Using the right amount is crucial—too much can leave residue, and too little may not clean effectively.

    Use Rinse aid as it helps dishes dry faster. It also prevents water spots.

 4. Maintenance

    Regular cleaning of the interior, door gasket, and filters is key to preventing odours and buildup.

    Inspect and clean the sprayer arms to ensure water can flow freely.

    Check the drain for any clogs or debris.

How to Deep Clean Your Dishwasher

 1. Gather Your Supplies

    White vinegar

    Baking soda

    Soft-bristled brush or toothbrush

    Microfiber cloth

    Dish soap

 2. Clean the Interior

    Remove Racks: Take out the racks and set them aside.

    Inspect the Drain: Remove any debris from the drain using a soft brush or cloth.

    Wipe Down the Interior: Use a damp cloth or sponge to wipe down the interior walls, including the door and the gasket. Pay attention to corners and crevices where food particles can accumulate.

 3. Clean the Filters

    Remove Filters: Most dishwashers have a removable filter system. Take them out and rinse them under hot water to remove any gunk.

    Soak in Vinegar: For stubborn buildup, soak the filters in a mixture of equal parts vinegar and water for about 15 minutes. Gently scrub with a sponge or brush, then rinse thoroughly.

 4. Deodorise and Sanitise

   Perform a Vinegar Cycle: Place a glass of white vinegar into a dishwasher-safe container situated on the upper rack. Using a hot water session will help sanitise the interior and get rid of smells.

    Baking Soda Boost: Sprinkle baking soda along the bottom of the dishwasher and run a short, hot water cycle to deodorise and further clean.

 5. Polish the Exterior

    Clean the Door: Wipe down the exterior of the dishwasher with a damp microfiber cloth and mild dish soap. Be mindful of the edges, handle, and control panel.

    Shine the Stainless Steel: For stainless steel exteriors, use a stainless steel cleaner to remove fingerprints and smudges.

 6. Replace and Test

    Reassemble: Put the racks and filters back in place.

    Test Run: Run a short cycle with no dishes to ensure everything is working correctly.

Regular Maintenance Tips

    Scrape Before Loading: Scrape off excess food into the trash before loading dishes.

    Rinse Aid Refill: Keep an eye on the rinse aid level and refill as needed.

    Monthly Check: Perform a quick check of the filters and sprayer arms, cleaning as necessary.

Dazzling Dishwasher Will Be Ready For Their Duty!

Your dishwasher works hard for you every day, so show it some love with regular deep cleaning and maintenance. By understanding its components and following these simple steps, you'll keep your dishwasher running efficiently, your dishes sparkling clean, and your kitchen smelling fresh. Cheers to hassle-free dishwashing!

Whether you are a novice or a pro at dishwasher maintenance, these tips will help you keep your appliance in top shape. A clean dishwasher not only ensures your dishes are spotless but also helps extend the life of your appliance. Happy cleaning! 

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