#Soap gets stuck cleaning the bathroom for a month

[ghouljams]

Is it possible for us to see the rest of the boys and their demons discovering Hush? I think it would be hilarious considering Ghost and Price are so anti people getting demons, especially since Soap summoned one himself and ended up with someone so high ranking

This got very silly as I was thinking about it. I think the rest of the demons are all excited about having more demons in the ranks, and generally I think demons behave a lot like feral little creatures. Like pack oriented cats. Or ferrets. I'm losing my point.

Anyway, they're all very cognizant of each other and can tell almost immediately that there's something or someone riding in another soldier's shadow(as we've seen with Price and Die). So here's Soap showing up with Hush.

There's a sort of unspoken rule in the 141 these days. That even though they all know about them, the demons have to stay hidden even when it's just the inner circle. Which makes down time a little awkward. They all know, but with Soap out of the loop it feels almost unfair to have the other demons out and about. The demons stay in their shadows, and the men don't mention a word about them. Luckily they're all fairly well trained in keeping secrets.

The TV blares in the background, a footie match no one is watching. Ghost's leg bounces, his foot tapping a rapid beat against the floor, eyes on the screen but unseeing. Gaz rests his head against his fist, reading a book that he won't say Luck recommended. Similarly Price is flipping through a file, circling points on a map and occasionally murmuring to an unseen partner. Soap, it would seem, is the only one missing the party.

That's for the best. He's only recently gotten back from some heavy recon gone wrong, and is still getting patched up in medical. It's set the whole team on edge, no one happy about the scare.

"Are you and-" Gaz starts not looking up from his book.

"No," Ghost cuts him off, then lets out a tense breath, "Sort of, it's complicated."

"Make it uncomplicated," Price tells him from his chair, circling something in the folder he's looking over.

"It's not-" Ghost starts, spotting Soap coming into the room, "Thank god," He mutters, cutting himself off. This is another unspoken rule; not talking about the demons when the only one of them without one is around. The shadows around the room bristle, spiking and arching like a nervous cat.

Each demon in the room pops excitedly into visibility.

"Lieutenant! Lieutenant!" Like a flock of seagulls the other demons in the room rush Soap, shoving him out of the way to jump his shadow. You groan, and catch Die before she can do any damage to your charge. She clamors to hang onto your arm, while Luck ducks to hug around your waist. Even Price joins the dog pile, their usual unflappable demeanor giving way to a wide smile as they tackle you and your barnacles to the ground with a hug.

"Steamin' Jesus what is goin' on?" Soap asks as you try to wrestle the overly affectionate demons scrambling to lay on top of you.

"Could be askin' you the same thing Johnny," Ghost turns to glares at him over the back of the couch.

"Agreed, I thought I was clear on my thoughts regarding," Price waves his hand at the pile of demons on the floor, "summonings."

"He asked you too?" Ghost looks at Price.

Gaz is already up knocking his knuckles silently against Soap's in approval. Soap gives him a quick smile and raise of the brows. You manage to push Die off her perch on your chest, and try to get to your feet. Luck clings to your arm, and you lift them with you, holding your arm up to let them hang off your bicep. At least Price seems aware of their position as a senior officer. Their hands against your back to keep you upright as Die tries again to knock you off your feet.

"When did you get topside?" Luck asks, holding their feet up to truly dangle off your arm.

"Maybe a week ago? Been busy or I would've said 'hi' sooner," You catch Die with your free hand, and twist her into a headlock.

"A week ago," Soap cringes at his Captain's voice, "You were summoning a demon in the middle of a mission."

"Was in a safe house," Soap grumbles. "That one gave me the ritual," He points at Luck. You glance down at them, they quickly plant their feet back on the ground and stand at attention. Gaz holds back a smile, trying to look stern.

"Christ," Price pinches the bridge of his nose, and lets out a heavy sigh. You superior officer has already gone to stand by him, doing their best to look disapproving. It's not a bad show of it, if you're being honest. "Alright," Price relents, you both know there's no getting rid of you now, "Name?"

"Hush." You and Soap tell him at the same time. The demon Price gives you a quick thumbs up, while the human one looks decidedly not amused by the situation. You think this is going to be fun. Soap flashes you a smile. Yeah, this is going to be a blast.

#demon!darlings au #oc: hush #oc: die #oc: luck #oc: price #captain john price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #x reader #x oc #although there isn't really anything romantic going on #unless u count the rest of the demons loving Hush #demons are pack animals lol #I think they're mostly just excited because now they don't have to stay hidden around the boys #Soap gets stuck cleaning the bathroom for a month

[atimeofyourlife]

Sharing a night in a shitty apartment

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: only one bed | rating: t | wc: 756 | tags: pre-steddie Steve offered to let Eddie stay at his place in the aftermath of Vecna. But forgets to mention its a shitty apartment with only one bed.

For the first time since moving, Steve was thankful that the communal areas of the apartment block were poorly lit. It was something that he, and his neighbors, had raised to the landlord multiple times, but it never got fixed. But now, the darkness gave the perfect cover for him to smuggle Eddie into his apartment, for a place to lay low until Dr Owens and his band of government goons swept into town to clean up the mess caused by the Upside Down. Something that didn't help, was that they were both injured and he had a fourth floor walk up.

He fumbled for his keys to unlock the door, and they both made their way in to collapse on the couch, not even caring that they hadn't changed since coming out of the Upside Down. When Steve could think a little more clearly, he would be happy that he had an old and ugly couch that he kept covered with a blanket.

"I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything, it's really cool of you to let me stay with you. But when you said I could hide out at your place, I thought you meant Loch Nora. Not this... cozy set up you have with far too many fucking stairs." Eddie said after he'd had a chance to catch his breath.

"My parents sold up the place in Loch Nora, five, six months ago. And didn't extend an offer for me to move with them. This is what I could get on short notice, and on my Family Video salary." Steve explained.

"Shit, your parents suck." Eddie replied, stretching out. "Any chance of a shower, I feel gross after a week on the run."

"Yeah. Bathroom's over there, the door on the left. Just try not to take too long, the hot water is temperamental, and I need to shower off the Upside Down too."

"I get it, dude. I live in a trailer. Sometimes we're lucky if we get five minutes before the hot water shuts off." Eddie said, pulling himself to his feet. "At least the bats didn't get me as much as they could have."

"Let me just wash the dirt off my hands, and I'll find you a towel and some clothes." Steve went into the bathroom first, spending much longer than usual scrubbing his hands clean. Once he was done, he pulled a towel out of the closet. "Feel free to use any of the soap and shampoo and conditioner. I'll leave some clothes outside for you. Just don't lock the door, it sticks."

Steve went into his bedroom, pulling out sweatpants, t-shirts, and underwear for each of them. He knocked on the bathroom door as the shower cut out. "Eddie, I've got some clothes for you."

A few seconds later, the door opened and Eddie stuck his hand out. "Thanks Harrington."

Once Eddie was done with the bathroom, Steve took his chance to shower off the Upside Down. He then gathered their clothes, towels, and the blanket off the couch into a pile, ready to take to the laundromat. Or burn, maybe.

He found Eddie in the bedroom, trying to look like he hadn't just been snooping.

"I think I'm going to turn in. The most sleep I've got this week was in an armchair in the Wheeler's basement. I doubt you feel much better." Steve said as he pulled back the covers on his bed.

"Yeah. Um, do you have a spare pillow and blanket or something? I can go set up on the couch." Eddie offered, looking uncomfortable.

"Oh, shit. No, you're not sleeping on the couch. It's way too small and uncomfortable. We can share the bed, as long as you don't steal the covers." Steve replied, patting the space next to him.

Eddie looked at him hesitantly for a long moment, before climbing in next to Steve.

The next morning, Steve woke to Eddie practically on top of him. Something about the weight was calming to him, holding off the state of panic he usually found himself in for weeks after an encounter with the Upside Down. And he'd slept much better too, the nightmares that he always got in the aftermath not making their appearance yet. He knew they should get up, to be ready to regroup and face whatever happened next. But he felt too at peace to let the world bother him in the moment. So, instead, he snuggled deeper into Eddie's embrace, and allowed himself to doze back off.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #pre steddie #steddieholidaydrabbles #only one bed #atimeofyourwrites

[absentlyabbie]

don't be afraid of buying things that make your life easier. don't talk yourself out of it, beat yourself up for being "lazy", or shame yourself for not being able to do things the "right" way so you don't deserve to try it a different way.

if there's a thing out there that can make something faster, more bearable, less painful, more tolerable, anything like that at all, and you can afford it? you have the right, you deserve it, and you should do it.

i've stuck for the last several years with exclusively those detachable sprayer showerheads, because i need to be able to sit down in the bath and it makes the entire operation easier, so i'm less likely to risk a concussion or pass out or wobble and slip.

for the last few years, i've been using one with a little powerwash spray setting and i use it before and after every shower and it keeps my tub and shower cleaner so much longer, which is great because i hate cleaning the bath and can put it off for months, and scrubbing kills my shoulders.

sometimes, whether it's the executive dysfunction, or the depression, or knowing that i become entirely detached from the concept of time when in the shower, if i can't bring myself to get in the damn thing and do a full-blown shower, and i know i'd just be uncomfortable and not clean and still keep putting it off (because i can easily lose well over an hour once in there), i will kneel on my (cushy, quick-dry, memory foam) bathroom mat beside the tub and lean over it to wash my hair and face and maybe soap up to my shoulders. then later when it feels like a way more manageable and shorter task i can do a quick scrub and rinse.

i've bought cbd for when my joint pain makes sleeping otherwise impossible (even though it's expensive) and a work desk that has expandable legs to be a bed desk if i ever need to work sick (i'm lucky to be remote since my job change).

i've bought the screw-top, 40oz, insulated mugs and extra long plastic straws (do not @ me) and the pop-bottom giant cube ice trays all because every one of those helps ensure i drink more water every day (and so does the faucet-mounted water filter).

i buy specific individual snacks that require little to no prep so even when the execution of making a sandwich is Too Damn Much, i can still make myself do some calorie intake.

i talked myself into a cushioned mattress topper to relieve my spine and because it's way cheaper than a new mattress. i bought blackout curtains for our old apartment because the outdoor lights were insanely bright at all hours and made sleep even more elusive.

i've purchased slip on-only shoes or no-tie laces because i hate tying shoelace knots, my hands are less dexterous than ever (and hurt), and because i struggle with time management and it's one small thing to shave off just a little more time so i'm a little less late.

i didn't buy all of these things all at once, definitely. i am, sadly, made of meat and not money.

but i started budgeting, slowly, more and more of whatever amount of disposable income i had after bills towards "thing to make life suck less and not be so hard" and i can't regret it in the least.

i deserve not only small comforts and joys, but also less pain and difficulty, and ways to make challenging parts of life a little more within my reach with not quite as much effort.

so do you.

#chronic illness #disability #but this is not just for disabled people #or those who are of a certain level of Suffering #so don't go telling yourself 'oh well this doesn't apply to me because i'm SUPPOSED to have no issue' #fuck 'supposed to' #reaching for the right tool for the job of living decently and in relative comfort and happiness is not failure it's good sense

[simper-maximus]

Courtiers Headcanons Yoo

Thoughts are flooding my head, here is me draining it out even though I have no experience in writing.

Now, warning: I only finished Lucio's route so these could contain inaccurate information. Since I basically know most of the story from memes. Oh well.

Today's topic is bodily functions and other slightly disgusting stuff. Enjoy.

Volta

➼Overall there is a common headcanon (or maybe it's canon? don't remember) that the courtiers do not need to eat, and thus have no bodily functions overall.

➼In my opinion, while that is mostly true, it only is to an extent. They don't need to eat, but if they do, you better believe it has to come out too

➼With that being said, Volta, with all her eating, practically lives in the loo

➼The first month when she got to the palace and became the darling lil procurator we know, she was overjoyed by being fed whenever she felt like it

➼(Which is basically all the time because everyone though of her as some sickly victorian child wannabe) (And hey, gotta feed the workers)

➼And at first everyone though it was because her scrawny body was just getting used to the now normal food intake

➼But nah she just had no control over herself and would go full sneaky mode and eat five cow's worth of food a day whoops

➼So the cooks and even Nadia got concerned

➼Why is this precious baby always running to the bathroom?? Is the food contaminated? But everyone else is fine??

➼They took her to the head doctor, darling Valdemar to check for allergies because what if she is lactose intolerant? Or has gluten problems?? They can't risk losing their most accurate poison check worker

➼This obviously annoyed the other demon because damn it, WHY couldn't Volta just chill and at least TRY not to raise attention?

➼In the end Valdemar prescribed her some fake pills and got her her own bathroom. Problem solved, nobody is suspicious now

Valdemar

➼Another headcanon I see often is that their shell of a body is fused with their clothes, basically making it part of the disguise

➼Yeah, no

➼They work with blood and other non solid waste that could stain their clothes

➼If those clothes were fused with their body it would make it sooo much harder to keep it clean

➼Not to mention anything could get stuck in that delicate fabric. Geting all up in the nooks and crannies

➼Good luck washing it out if that is the case. They'd have to throw their whole self in the washing machine

➼That being said they have a normal body under the uniform, and take daily showers even if they didn't get particularly dirty that day

➼They do however use those very old block soaps that makes your skin texture feel sticky in a way too clean sense. Either that or the strongest one they can find. Doesn't matter that it makes their skin dry as hell

➼That being said their skin is unbelievably dry all the time. Please put some lotion on them

Vulgora

➼HOW are they always so sweaty

➼Maybe definitely that is the reason they are always so angry all the time

➼How can you thrive in an environment where your foes keep getting away because of your slippery body, huh??

➼Brings Vlastomil to shame

➼The Vesuvian temperature doesn't help one bit. Therefore this demon loves the winter, despite claiming to dislike it because "the colors don't go well with their outfits"

➼They definitely tried the "pads inside your clothes" lifehack to lessen the damage. Don't ask where the pads came from

➼Also those facial oil remover rolls? They got like four in each pocket

➼Weirdly cares a lot about skin care though, so they often brag that the oils are the cause of their baby soft skin

➼You could not find one (1) pore on this demon's face. And of course, everybody noticed that

➼They tried to profit off of this, and sold some wacky "skincare scrub cream" to the civillians. (For the purpose of buying some sick weapons with the cash of course) Didn't work. Had to wait for a whole generation to die off to escape the shame

➼So how does their makeup never get smeared? Don't ask an enby their secrets~~

Vlastomil

➼He, like Volta loves a good feast and always joins in whenever he can

➼However he hates when fish is served because it reminds him that worms are often used as bait to catch said fish

➼Glares at the palace aquarium as he walks by

➼He is probably the most normal one of the bunch

➼Doesn't have to deal with anything extreme

➼Good for him honestly

Extra: Valerius

➼He is slowly starting to go bald but admits it to no one

#the arcana #the arcana game #nyx hydra #the arcana courtiers #the courtiers #courtiers #procurator volta #volta #the arcana volta #quaestor valdemar #valdemar #the arcana valdemar #pontifex vulgora #vulgora #the arcana vulgora #praetor vlastomil #vlastomil #the arcana vlastomil #the arcana valerius #valerius #the arcana headcanons #the courtiers headcanons #courtiers headcanons #headcanons

[dollsonmain]

That Guy and I have straight up fights about the stinky washing machine.

My best guess as to why it stinks is that the drain water isn't all draining since the pipe goes straight up to a wall drain, and is instead falling back into the basin where it festers. It's a sulfur smell, so bacterial.

We do not use too much soap, nor any liquid fabric softener.

That Guy insists that it stinks no matter what, but that's not true.

My observations:

100% of the time that the lid is left closed and the laundry room door left closed, it stinks.

Sometimes when everything is left open it stinks.

100% of the time after That Guy does his laundry it stinks regardless of whether it's left closed or open.

When I do That Guy's laundry, though, it does not stink. I'll come back to that.

Sometimes after Son does his laundry it stinks.

Sometimes after I do the sheets (only thing that gets washed on hot) it stinks.

Rarely does it stink after I do my laundry.

It does not stink after I wash my cleaning cloths, even ones used in the bathroom or on stinky ponies.

I've been trying to figure out why it's inconsistent.

That Guy does his laundry once or twice a month, meaning it sits in his basket a long time before it's washed. He showers daily (except on the weekends) and changes clothes daily. One HUGE load. When he does laundry he'll put it in the wash in the early afternoon and then leave it there closed up until bed time when he puts it in the dryer. It'll sit in the dryer until someone else takes it out and gets dumped on his floor in the closet.

Son does his laundry once a week. He showers every other day and changes clothes every other day. A moderately-sized load. Son moves the laundry to the dryer immediately or very soon and then puts it away immediately when it's done in the dryer.

I do my laundry two or three times per week, shower every other day (or else my skin falls off), change clothes every other day. Small loads. Immediately from washer to dryer except hang-dry items, then from dryer to being put away.

When I do That Guy's laundry, it's small loads throughout the week, immediate processing.

The most obvious difference is the load size with second-most being how long between the garment being worn and it being washed, and third being how long it sits in either the washer or dryer before being moved.

A less obvious thing could be That Guy carrying some nasty bacteria which could have been what infected my kidneys. it's an atypical bacteria to find in the human body but commonly found in dirt and I have to be very careful of UTI, yeast infections, and bacterial vaginitis after sex with him because it's frequent. I was doing great after that month and a half of antibiotics but the first instance of sex with That Guy and it all went to hell again.

In all cases, running a disinfecting washing machine cleaner tab gets rid of the smell.

I would be agreeable to leaving the laundry room closed up if we had a vent fan installed in there that we could run but if it's all closed up then the machine can't dry out at all, which is that 100% chance of stinky when left closed.

-

Related-ish but when I pulled his laundry out of the washer yesterday, his pants were absolutely covered inside and out with white gunk. Some of it would rub off if I touched it but it was pretty stuck on everywhere. Maybe it was lint from his socks or t-shirts. He washes everything together. I re-washed his pants and the water was brown (this washing machine is VERY BAD at keeping the laundry inside balanced and I have to adjust it constantly). I don't think he's been doing a great job of actually getting his clothes clean.

[arrowflier]

My water heater is broken, and I had my first hot shower in two weeks visiting my parents this weekend.  It made me think of this.

Cleansed

Mickey had never really thought that the Gallagher bathroom was anything special.  A spit-splattered mirror, cracked tiles, and a toilet that wouldn’t flush unless you jiggled the handle—even he’d grown up with that much.

But right now, standing naked in the center of it as steam starts to fill the room, listening to the soft splash of water on over-scrubbed porcelain and the quiet rattle of metal rings as he pulls back the curtain, he thinks it might be the best fucking bathroom he’s ever seen.

Water is already filling the bottom of the tub, pouring out faster than it can drain through old, clogged pipes.  But it’s warm when Mickey steps in, as it swirls around his aching feet, and if he closes his eyes he thinks it might feel like the ocean had back in Mexico.

He doesn’t, though.  He keeps them open.  

Open, so he can see where he is.  Not for safety, but to make sure it stays real.  He tugs the curtain closed, a flimsy thing covered in childish patterns that barely even keeps the water inside, and feels more secure than he ever had with three guards watching and a wall at his back.

The stream from the shower head is weak.  He ducks his head into the spray, lets it trickle down over him like rain.  Light, and soft, and welcome, and so unlike the hose-like cleaning he’s come to expect that his shoulders relax despite the lack of pressure.

His eyes do close then, despite himself.  Just for a moment, one single blissful second when nothing else exists.  Then there’s a voice in the hallway, someone walking, and they’re open again in an instant.

But he doesn’t move.

He doesn’t need to.

He does, however, need to get clean.  Needs to wash of the stench of prison, the remnants of the past.  The bits of roadside gravel still stuck in the scrapes on his hands.

And his options seem extensive, all of a sudden, as he eyes the brightly colored bottles that line the edge of the tub.  So much more than the shared bar of soap he’d been using for months.  There’s something pink and flowery, the label faded from overuse; an organic wash for “baby-soft skin” that looks like something out of a magazine ad; a half-used bottle of blue dishsoap with suds running down the sides; a bar of Irish Spring that’s been used down to the last misshapen sliver and then stacked on top of a new one rather than wasted.

Mickey reaches out.  Hesitates with his hand over the soap he knows is Ian’s, before it veers left.  He pours out a healthy dollop of creamy organic bullshit onto a faded washcloth—he never thought he’d be so glad to see a rag that hadn’t been bleached beyond the very concept of color—and works it into a lather.

Even taking his time, it goes quickly.  He’s too used to rushing, too used to making the most of every second.  But the wash feels good on his skin, the grime rinsing off with the soap to stain the water around his feet like sand, and eventually even the puddle he stands in is clear again.

He swipes the washcloth once more over his chest, eyes scanning lazily over a bottle of shampoo, a child’s chipped bath toy, and woman’s razor, a worn loofah, a—

His eyes go back to the razor, washcloth slowing.  Suds cling to the hair on his chest, clean but mussed.  Dark over the ink he knows is there, no matter how many times he thought it might be better to forget.  Ink that’s more part of him than parts of his own body.  Ink that he trapped there under his skin and never let free.

He grabs the razor, and a can of girly shaving gel.  

-

The water has been running a long time.  It’s fine, Ian told him to take as long as he likes.  Is glad that he’s taken him up on it, that he’s comfortable enough to do so in a house that’s apparently full of strangers.

But he knows the hot water will run out soon, and he doesn’t want Mickey to get cold.  So he grabs a change of clothes, a fresh towel, and sneaks through the door as quietly as he can to leave them.

“Who’s there?” Mickey calls out anyway as Ian sets the load carefully on the closed lid of the toilet.  A dark head pops out from behind the curtain, rosy-cheeked from the heat, blue eyes narrowed under wet lashes.

“Ian?” Mickey asks.  “What’re you—“

“Sorry,” Ian rushes to apologize, backing up with both hands out.  “Not trying to interrupt, I know what a big deal that first shower is when you get out.”  He chuckles a little, and adds, “First time in a year without keeping your back to the wall, it’s kind of weird, right?”

“Ian,” Mickey says again, softer.

“I’ll just leave you to it,” Ian rambles.  “Let you have some time alone for once.  And if you need anything just let me—“

He tries to back out the door.  But Mickey steps one foot out of the tub, reaches out with a dripping arm to grab Ian’s wrist.

Ian stares at the point of connection.  Pink skin on pale, water beading along the seam.  Mickey’s hand slips, slides away, and Ian clasps his own tight just in time to catch the very tips of his fingers.

Mickey tugs them back.  Slowly, gently.  Bringing Ian with him through that tenuous connection.

“Come on,” he murmurs, stepping back into the standing water at the bottom of the tub.  

Ian follows mindlessly.  Steps in without even taking off his socks, his sweats, his shirt.  Lets Mickey move his hand up to a broad shoulder, lets it slide down when he lets go.  Settles it over the familiar shape of his own name standing out proudly on suddenly smooth skin.

Mickey reaches up, rests a hand over Ian’s on his chest.  Then he turns around.

“Could use some help with my back,” he says quietly, and Ian swallows back a million words.  A million little phrases to show that he gets it, that he knows what that means.

Instead, he takes hold of the bottle Mickey hands him—the expensive stuff he’d bought on a whim when he got out, eager for all things good until the best came back to him—and gets to work.

#daily speedwrite #julnowrimo #fanfic #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #post prison #soft

[victorluvsalice]

Welcome to the first Chill Valicer Save update of 2024! Where we discover that the gang is a few months ahead of us in the calendar and already celebrating Egg Day. :p However -- before we get into that, we first have to cover a mini-update I did before playing through Egg Day proper, where I took a crack at updating the house a little bit! I'd hoped to do a bit more with replacing furniture and such, but ended up deciding to hold off until after Christmas/my birthday (when I received the cashola to buy Horse Ranch and Home Chef Hustle) when I'd have more options. Here's what I did manage to update, though:

A) I took all the new plants out of Smiler’s inventory (black bean, soybean, coconut, pineapple, noxious elderberry, poison fireleaf – as it turns out, I didn't need them to buy a pomegranate as we already had a pomegranate tree), plus the spare planter that Victor made way back when from the household inventory, plopped all those in the greenhouse, and started rearranging! I now have all of Smiler’s herbalism stuff together, with the noxious elderberry and poison fireleaf next to their counterparts; all the veggies together; all the fruits together (with the pineapple next to the dragon fruit); all the flowers together; the soybean and black bean in the new planter; and the coconut in the empty patch in the orchard. So basically everything is now grouped a lot better. I may still rearrange the planters themselves in the future so certain types of plants are closer to the crafting stations that use them (like putting all flowers near the flower-arranging bench), but at least now all the similar plants are grouped together properly! Oh, and while I was in there, I tried replacing the "stuck" juice fizzer (that was permanently displaying a "ready to collect" screen with nothing in it) with a new one, just so the gang had one at home if they wished to use it. I later discovered that the new one ended up "stuck" too, but at least I tried?

B) I replaced both the upstairs and downstairs litter boxes with the fancy kind that shoots lasers to automatically vaporize cat poop. XD Hey, look, the family can afford it, and it saves them having to clean the litter boxes.

C) I recolored Moory’s shed to some cheerier colors after being like “why would THIS FAMILY, of all families, go with a beige cow shed” – now it’s bright yellow! Isn't that nicer?

D) I replaced the toilet and sink in the downstairs bathroom with more expensive versions – with decorative slots, so I could put a soap dispenser on the sink. :) I was going to do the same upstairs, but ran into a problem because the two bathrooms have very distinct color schemes, and I’m not sure the toilet and sink combo I used downstairs would fit with either...have to ponder that one a bit more!

E) I penned in Toothy – which involved MOVING Toothy to the other side of the front yard, by the tree in the left-hand corner and the wind farm, because as it turns out cowplants need surprisingly big pens. Possibly because Sims have to stand a certain distance away from them to feed and play with them. If I’d left Toothy in its usual spot, I wouldn’t have had any way to get to the pet obstacle course in the corner by the kitchen. I’m still not ENTIRELY happy with the placement, but it’ll do for the moment, and it means Toothy is now cut off from anyone who can’t get through the gate – which is anyone but household members. *nods*

F) And this one I didn't get a good shot of (though you'll see it in a future update) – I copied one of the grouped photo frames I got from that family reunion I did a little bit back and put some of Victor and Alice’s honeymoon photos from Selvadorada in there. It looks nice (even if I still have a couple of spare photos that have to be arranged around the grouped frames), but I still need to decide how to handle all the photos they’ve got hanging around. I’ve been thinking that I should maybe cull a few so they have more space on their walls and perhaps look a touch less narcissistic...but the problem there is, I personally love the photos, so I don’t know if I could bring myself to delete them. *sigh* We SO need “photo albums” in the this game. Give me a book object that you can put photos in, and that when you click on it, plays a little slideshow of the photos, and I will be CONTENT.

#sims 4 #the lazy save #as you might expect #since it's past Christmas and I DID buy Horse Ranch and Home Chef Hustle using my parents' cashola #there's another farmhouse update coming in the future XD #but first we have to cover what I actually played over December #and this was a pretty good start when it came to a makeover I think! #it gave me great pleasure to organize that greenhouse #it really needed it #little sad Toothy couldn't stay in its usual place but I really thought the pen was a good idea #now I don't have to worry so much about wandering NPCs approaching #and yes I know that it's kind of ironic that I recolored the cow shed because 'why would they go with beige' #and then kept the downstairs bathroom entirely beige XD #to be fair I think the bathroom being beige is kinda funny #I might add a little more color in the form of artwork later #you'll notice the bathrooms upstairs are colored in accordance with everyone's favorite colors though #the beige one is for the public :p #they can deal with it #queued

[ambrosiaswhispers]

The Rise of Dark Kate - Part 3

Again maybe I’m re-writing Season 3 with a non-possessed but VERY dark Kate - because Blood Magic. Link to Part 1 and Part 2 if you need to catch up.

*Warning dark and violent content referencing sexual assault and murder, adult themes, and language (still limited editing. lol)

Now without further ado, let’s go into the nights.

The Rise of Dark Kate - Part 3

Six Months Prior

Kate walked for miles naked in the desert with the wind and rain accompanying her journey. She paused as she heard the familiar sounds of cars and stopped, shifting through the bag and pulling on a simple cotton dress. The fabric clung to her soaked skin and although pointless she put on her flip-flops. 

There was a light in the distance, a motel. Barely any cars in the lot. She made her way down the hill and paced across the lot, looking right and left before going to the room the farthest from the office and knocking on the door, no answer. She realized the tool she was going for, her bump-key, wasn’t in her bag nor was an old credit card. No bag of tricks right now. Only clothes.

“Did you lock yourself out?” An older woman pushing a cleaning cart asked her in Spanish and Kate nodded. “I already cleaned the room. It looked like you already checked out. Here you are.” The woman unlocked the door and opened it for Kate.

Kate nodded again, not knowing if blood would pour from her mouth if she opened it. She entered the room as echoes from the past played.

“This is a last-ditch thing. It’s a if you need a shower and you have no cash. If you get in without paying, clean up, then run. Don’t risk the nap no matter how much you want it, Kid.” 

Seth Gecko the man, who’d she run away from the Twister with. What had Richie called it? A Mexican Honeymoon? It had been no Honeymoon.

Leaving the bathroom door partially open, she stripped again and tested the water coming from the showerhead. It warmed up quickly and she climbed in to take advantage, scrubbing her skin and hair with the bar soap. Her fingers trailed over her mid-section, no hole, not even a scar. How had she healed? How was she alive?

She needed money. Needed food. Needed weapons. Oculto. He’d had all of those things. His people wouldn’t expect her to return. She would need to be careful if she snuck onto the grounds. Her hand slipped over her chest, or she would need to be tempting. She could use her body to her advantage.

A crash in the room made Kate jump. She spat towards the drain a mix of blood and saliva tinging the water pink. She didn’t turn off the shower, but got out to have more solid footing. Kate looked in the mirror catching the reflection of the cleaning woman in it. Her eyes were now inhuman yellow. Kate didn’t have any weapons, this wasn’t going to go well.

“I know this isn’t your room. Come out and apologize and I might turn you instead of draining you dry.”

Kate looked around the bathroom again and noticed the hairdryer attached to the wall. It wasn’t ideal, but maybe…

The creature stuck her head into the bathroom and Kate looped the cord around its neck. The retaliation was instant. Kate was thrown against the dirty mirror, glass shattering the shards embedding in her back. She ground her teeth together instead of crying out. She would not die. Kate pulled the cord as tight as she could, kicking at the creature as it snarled at her.

The culebra reached back and slashed Kate’s legs taring long lines from hip to ankle. Kate put everything she had into her next shove knocking it to the floor. Grateful for the distance between them, Kate ignored the pain, and blood dripping down her legs. Grabbing the top of the toilet tank she brought it down on the creature's head twice before tripping into the room and snagging the nightstand. She needed something that would pierce it.

“I will kill you!” The culebra stood up and growled inhumanely at Kate. 

She ran full speed driving the legs of the nightstand into the culebra, who dug her nails into Kate’s face as it screamed in agony. Her legs were weak as the fire and ash began to float around her and the creature disappeared. 

Kate felt instantly lightheaded and she started to laugh. The injuries on her legs vanished. She laid back on the dirty floor sighing almost feeling drunk on her own survival. Euphoria replacing the pain. The shower was still going, she needed to turn it off after cleaning off the blood.

Forcing herself up, she looked at herself in the cracked mirror. There were no marks on her face, nothing. She turned away and looked over her shoulder, no marks from the glass or creature's nails. Killing it had healed her. The ash and fire had knitted her wounds back together. There was no pain. She felt better than she had before the fight.

Kate stepped back under the still-hot water, tipping back her head to let the water run down her face. Scrubbing herself clean again she smiled. She was still hungry, but she had energy again. Feeling the same bliss she’d felt after Tanner had disappeared into nothing. Whatever had revived her healed her again. “I’ll rid the world of them. Every last one. You did not die for nothing.”

Her hands moved down her body, and she moaned as she explored herself. Nothing and no one could stop her. She the instrument of the demise of monsters. She was power. She would cleanse the world of the unclean.

.:.

Present Day  

Freddie walked out of the station to see Ximena standing at his car under an umbrella. He narrowed his eyes, “We have a rule. I get to see my family every day. You can’t just show up here.”

“I’m afraid I didn’t have a choice. We’ve had another massacre this one in Needville. My people are watching the doors, so you can look over the scene like you requested last time.”

He sighed. He did request that. “Alright get in the back. You still have a blanket back there.”

She nodded and pulled the blanket over herself as he pulled out of the parking lot. “Once the sun goes down, I can take over driving for you. So you can take a nap.”

“Who said I need a nap?”

“You, all the time, Peacekeeper.” She chuckled. “Your wife said I should ask you to rest.”

“I’m sure she did.”

The drive was quiet except for a few comments back and forth about how these incidents were becoming more common. Ximena’s thought was that it must be linked to the Brasa and whatever the sun god was after. 

They nodded to the security and walked through the door. It looked almost hazy inside the house and Freddie tried the light switch, but it didn’t work. He clicked on his flashlight and walked the scene.

“This doesn’t look like the other worship houses.” Ximena’s expression betrayed her concern.

“What’s different about it?” He moved the light around the room. There was ash on the floor: the immolation of dead culebras was a telltale sign of the death. The furniture was destroyed and blood trailed up the walls from the struggle. It looked like a massacre. His culebra partner was seeing something else.

“Brasa has burned every alter he’s come across and this one isn’t burned. Plus, this looks like a fight. Culebras like this wouldn’t have been able to put up a fight against him.” She inclined her head to the side as she swept her finger up one of the lines of blood and put her finger in her mouth.

Freddie barely had time to catch her as Ximena lost her balance. “Whoa, Ximena. Are you okay? What happened?”

She got her feet back under herself but was still stumbling. “I…there’s something off about the blood.”

“Off how?” He kept ahold of her arm walking them backward until she was up against a wall. 

“I don’t know how to describe it.” Her hand flattened against the wall and she drew in long slow breaths. “I bit someone on drugs once and that’s as close as I can compare. But it’s still not right. It’s angry, it tastes like rage. But it doesn’t taste fully alive.”

“Culebra blood?”

Ximena didn’t answer instead, she threw up a pool of blood onto the floor, convulsions rocking her body as it rejected anything that was in her system.

“Holy shit! Ximena?!?” Freddie gasped as she slid to the ground, her claws extending and tearing grooves into the floor. He raced out to the porch and held his hand out to the culebra standing guard, “Give me your emergency blood. I know she has you keep some on you when we’re in the burbs!”

Instinctively the younger culebra tapped his pocket looking for his flask. “Sorry Peacekeeper, I just finished it off. I’ve been here all day. What’s wrong?”

“It’s Ximena. Something’s wrong with her.”

They raced back into the house, where a slip of a culebra was holding a small cup to Ximena’s lips.

“It’s all I have. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I should have warned you. I was too scared to come out of hiding.” The young woman’s lighter brown eyes were full of tears as she helped Ximena.

“Go ahead and go back out. See if anyone on your team has any stashed.” Freddie instructed the guard who nodded and took off in a rush.

Freddie knelt down next to Ximena and the stranger, who’d come from seemly nowhere. “I’m Freddie. Thank you for helping Ximena. Who are you? Were you here when the attack happened?”

“I was. My name is Araseli.”

“Pretty name. Can you tell us what happened here?” He tried to be as gentle as possible, Araseli was obviously scared.

She pulled her hands tight to her chest, as if trying to protect herself. “It was awful. She slaughtered everyone and she couldn’t be stopped. Every time she killed one of us, it was as if her wounds were healed by magic. She tortured our priest before she killed him.” Araseli’s lip trembled as she spoke, eyes darting around the room. She was more scared than she was terrified. 

 Ximena coughed, her hand still gripped on Freddie’s arm. “You’re sure it was a woman? Not a man wearing gloves in a dark coat?”

“No, I didn’t see a man. Only her. We thought she was like you, a Peacekeeper. She was so powerful.”

Freddie chuckled, “I’m not so powerful, only venom-proof. What did this woman look like?”

“She looked younger than me, white skin, short brown hair, but I’m not sure about her eyes. I wasn’t close enough. She had weapons, a crossbow with black-tipped arrows, a gun with a silencer, and knives. She used knives on the priest.”  

He couldn’t think of anyone who matched that description. “Was she tall? Short? Heavy? Thin?”

“Short. Small, but not thin, and not heavy. She kept singing this awful melody, as she searched our house. She moved like an animal.” Araseli pulled on her hair. 

It was such an odd description for a culebra to use. And singing while she searched? That seemed like the torture was as much of the plan as the killing was. Whatever she was it seemed like she wanted to play with her kills.

Ximena touched Araseli’s hand. “Can you remember anything else? What she was after? Did she say anything?”

“She just kept saying she was here to cleanse the earth of us. That none of us were allowed to walk. That we were going back to hell. She made the priest tell her about the lodge. I think there was a meeting there tonight.” Araseli started to cry again. “She called La Diosa a monster and said she was going to kill her.”

“Peacekeeper. We need to go! Now.” Ximena managed to get up on her feet.

“Yup.” Freddie nodded to the girl before they walked out of the house. “So how bad is this?”

“If you thought it was chaos out here without the Lords, imagine how bad it’ll be without faith.”

“I’ll call Margaret, tell her I’m not coming home tonight.”

“I need to feed.”

He sighed, he hated when they had to find her a victim on the fly. “I know a place, no killing.”

“I promise, Peacekeeper.”

.:.

“Richard!” Seth’s voice bellowed through the catacombs under Jed’s. He rounded the corner on a mission to find his dumbass brother. Nearly, colliding with Kalinda he skidded to a stop, “Hey Peaches, have you seen my brother?”

“Mr. Richard told me not to tell you that he’s in the storage room.” She bit her lower lip, snaggle tooth fang sticking out slightly as she'd partially transformed at being startled.

“Good girl. Take an extra twenty from the register before you head home.”

She inclined her head to the side, “I’m allowed to leave? I thought you wanted me to stay here until we figured things out.”

“Fuck. You’re right. Take the money and go take a nap in one of the rooms down here.” He waved her off and stormed into the storage room.

“What the fuck are you doing, Richard?!? We’ve got a half a dozen bloodsuckers in our garage and they don’t exactly want to talk to me.”

“It’s because you’re a dick.” Richie’s disembodied voice came from somewhere in the crate.

“What?”

“I said.” Richie jumped down from the crate he was on, landing next to Seth holding a book in his hands. “You’re a dick.”

“Yeah, I heard that part. What’s with the book?”

“We took it from Tanner’s I need to research that necklace further.” Richie shook it.

Seth pushed him forward. “Okay. Fine, but later, when we don’t have company. How can you remember that Tanner wrote about the necklace, but not where you found it?”

Richie set the book on his desk as they paced by it and shrugged. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Kalinda appeared in the hallway. She squeaked when she saw Richie and ducked into the broom closet.

“Did she tell you where I was?” Richie asked.

“No. Keep walking.” Seth gave this brother another shove but wrapped his knuckles against the closet door. “Kalinda, he’s not gonna do anything to you. Go find an actual room to sleep in.”

Crazy kid. He followed behind Richie and put his game face on before they walked into the garage where their company was already hissing back and forth. Fantastic.

Richie had stopped short of the garage where all the madness was currently occurring and was talking to someone on the phone, he didn’t look happy. “Yeah, I’ll let him know. We’ve got a situation at our place, call you when it settles down.”

“Who was that?”

“Ranger White-Hat, there was another massacre. Had a survivor this time. Said it was a woman that took them out.”

“I thought the sun-god that killed the lords was a dude.”

“It was, which means…”

“Which means there’s even more shit comin’ our way. Great.”

....

Oh the plot be thickening. Death continues on the next episode.

#seth gecko #kate fuller #richie gecko #fdtd fic #fdtd #angst #tw language #tw character death #tw violence #tw dark themes #tw death #tw blood #tw horror #a little humor because I can't help myself #welcome to the dark #Dark Kate

[recording-this-journey]

It's now almost 7 months on T.

Here's my update. My voice has dropped significantly.

No one told me this so I will tell y'all this; if you have ADHD or Autism, the struggles that come with puberty changing how your condition presents will happen again. I was not prepared to feel the need to go non-verbal and rock and fidget and all the things that impact my life having both of those, getting super intense again without warning. This time I have strategies, routines and money for fidgets.

My blood pressure is a problem again, but that might be winter. I'm getting new compression socks bc I almost passed out after a bath again.

Take a bone supplement, you need calcium and bones become weak fast when your vitamin and minerals are off. Or I might have arthritis, either way check in with your doctor and consider a bone supplement.

My periods are lighter and more regular, I spot regularly and am honestly just really really used to it now.

My body changes are now 'I have no jeans, I have 4 shirts, I have to wear a bra because the binder I got doesn't fit now.'

Bottom growth stopped and then started again. It randomly became painful. CottonOn has the best briefs for now irritating bottom growth. And if you're like me and stopped shaving to prevent dysphoria you may also like me end up considering shaving again after the bottom growth hits a certain length where it becomes painful to have it hit hair.

Acne is a bitch. I'm so sorry. You'll need a good quality moisturiser, it's the only extra thing I found actually makes a difference for me but I did also start triple cleansing again.

Wash everything with soap multiple times and seriously, wash in between hairs well. I also love baths now, they're great. Hated them over showering before but I care less now; however that could be how clean my sisters bathroom is post renovations.

Earwax is annoying, it increases, cotton buds will absolutely make it worse, don't be a full talk to your doctor and get the ear wax cleaners they use for swimmers ear when it gets bad.

You're going through fast tracked puberty, give yourself some grace, eat well and accept your body changes as they come. Tell your family the comments on weight are inappropriate annoying and unwelcome. And fuck their comments cause you look hot af and they're likely stuck in outdated diet culture. You will likely gain weight on T, it's a good thing, embrace it and enjoy it and work your way slowly through workouts to build muscle strength so you can rival the cis boys in the gym with endurance and bassery. Or my motivation, to be a kickass dad to the worlds cutest babies in 15 years.

#diary of a trans man #mine #ftm

[housemaidsblog]

Mastering the Art of House Cleaning: A Comprehensive Guide

Ah, the joys of house cleaning—said no one ever. Let’s face it, scrubbing toilets and dusting baseboards isn’t exactly anyone’s idea of a good time. But fear not! With the right approach, house cleaning can be more manageable and even, dare I say it, satisfying. So, grab your gloves and let’s dive into the world of nettoyage maison.

Why House Cleaning Matters

The Importance

1. Health and Hygiene: A clean home is a healthy home. Regular cleaning helps eliminate germs, allergens, and pollutants, reducing the risk of illnesses and allergies.

2. Mental Well-being: Clutter can weigh heavily on the mind. Cleaning and organizing your space can promote a sense of calm and clarity, leading to improved mental well-being.

3. Aesthetic Appeal: Let’s not forget the aesthetic benefits of a clean home. There’s something incredibly satisfying about walking into a tidy, well-kept space.

4. Productivity Boost: Studies have shown that a clean environment can enhance productivity and focus. So, if you’ve been feeling stuck or uninspired, maybe it’s time to break out the mop and broom.

Common Challenges

Time Constraints: With busy schedules and endless to-do lists, finding time for house cleaning can feel like an uphill battle.

Lack of Motivation: Let’s be real, sometimes finding the motivation to clean is half the battle. It’s all too easy to put off cleaning until tomorrow, and then the next day, and the next…

Overwhelm: From cluttered countertops to dusty corners, the sheer scope of cleaning tasks can be overwhelming. But fear not, we’ll tackle each challenge head-on.

Essential House Cleaning Tips

Set a Schedule

1. Daily Tasks: Start with small, manageable tasks that can be done daily. This might include making the bed, doing dishes, and tidying up clutter.

2. Weekly Tasks: Dedicate specific days for more thorough cleaning tasks like vacuuming, mopping, and dusting.

3. Monthly Tasks: Set aside time each month for deep cleaning tasks such as washing windows, cleaning appliances, and decluttering closets.

Break it Down

1. Room-by-Room Approach: Rather than trying to tackle the entire house at once, break it down room by room. This makes the task feel more manageable and allows you to focus on one area at a time.

2. Task-Based Cleaning: Instead of bouncing around from task to task, focus on completing one task at a time. For example, start by dusting all surfaces before moving on to vacuuming or mopping.

3. Time Blocking: Set aside dedicated blocks of time for cleaning each week. This helps ensure that cleaning tasks don’t get pushed to the bottom of the priority list.

Use the Right Tools and Products

1. Quality Cleaning Supplies: Invest in high-quality cleaning supplies that are effective and safe for your home.

2. Essential Tools: Make sure you have all the essential cleaning tools on hand, including a vacuum cleaner, mop, broom, and scrub brushes.

3. Eco-Friendly Options: Consider using eco-friendly cleaning products to reduce your environmental impact and protect your health.

Deep Dive into Cleaning Techniques

Kitchen Cleaning

1. Start with Surfaces: Begin by wiping down countertops, stovetops, and appliances with a multi-purpose cleaner.

2. Tackle Appliances: Clean inside and outside of appliances, including the refrigerator, oven, and microwave.

3. Don’t Forget the Floors: Sweep or vacuum floors to remove debris, then mop with a suitable cleaner for a sparkling finish.

Bathroom Cleaning

1. Focus on Fixtures: Clean sinks, faucets, and countertops with a disinfectant cleaner to remove germs and grime.

2. Scrub the Shower: Use a scrub brush and cleaner to tackle soap scum and mildew buildup in the shower or bathtub.

3. Address Grout and Tile: Scrub grout lines with a brush and mildew remover to keep them looking clean and bright.

Hiring Help: When to Consider a Professional

Sometimes, despite our best efforts, we need a little extra help. Here are a few signs that it might be time to hire a professional cleaning service:

You’re short on time and struggling to keep up with cleaning tasks.

You have a special event or occasion coming up and need your home to look its best.

You’re moving out of a rental property and need to ensure you get your security deposit back.

Conclusion

House cleaning may not be the most glamorous task, but it’s an essential part of maintaining a healthy and happy home. By following these tips and techniques, you can make the process more manageable and even enjoyable. So, put on your favorite cleaning playlist, roll up your sleeves, and get ready to tackle those dust bunnies head-on. Your home—and your sanity—will thank you for it!

#femme de ménage #entretien ménager #aide-ménagère #nettoyage maison #Youtube

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

6.6.23 Tuesday

Still, alive angels... I have the paranoia and thinking of future.... I have mixed-up that I need to stretch coz of my sciatica/ priformis/ pelvic pain. I feel fat and ugly....

Anyways, the friend of RV (Carlo ) they dropped off RV and Janna, they are just here for vacation but will be going back to Myanmar... They just got back from their bonding session...

I have memory lapse, natural memory lapse coz it's been a long time... I thought Carlo is RV's friend in Immaculate Conception Academy but Carlo corrected me that they met in De La Salle and he is now married with a Myanmar girl and 1 kid 8 years old now....Wow! Carlo got a foreigner...

2:54 am

Done, showering and I can't sleep... Argh! So, hot without AC ( we have ac but we can't open it due to tight budgeting )... I must used shirt coz my right armpit there is a trapped hair follicle, it musn't rub on the skin...

I still have windblow trap... I wanna leave the hometown for progress.. I need a knight and shining armour ( hoping and praying )...

I need money and job but I don't wanna commute that far.... Frustrating I can't find new friends that I wanted alien that has a good heart and stability to pull me up but I can't exist coz of money shortage...

9:39 am

No signs of life coming from Uncle DD, always and always and a big question mark for me....Aunt Teresa told me just get it from Uncle DD....

Now....What is the conspiracy plan of Uncle DD? No beat of life or swallowed by a dark,deep hole?

Uncle Jun went to baranggay and frustration on his support on Uncle DD...

9:49 am

I just wanna share this angels though tomboyish, was actually.... I also love being a woman...

My make-up kit....My first make-up kit was stolen in my room.... I grew-up having roller blades and make-up kit but I think I never actually enjoy the roller blades coz I was not good at it but I'm so good on biking even mountain bikes...

My medium of language is "Taglish" angels...Later will put everything on English....I'm thinking of money now and waiting for signs of life coming from Uncle DD...

11:05 am

I borrowed food from ate Liza's Carinderia'Z and these issues is an old issues that if Uncle DD conspiracy plan will continue here but he will keep on nagging about his cheapness...It is so crazy angels...

I badly need help on someone having an upper intellectual ability, someone who can see and analyze things without judging me, angels...

This Uncle Jun seems withdrawing on something here...It is a big question mark, as well...

2:03 pm

This Cavite is full of mystery....I hate being stuck like this...

Another observation on Uncle Jun, it seems sometimes he is having split or soul interference... Like last night he played songs from his mobile in full tagalog and I told him strange... Coz from the past months he played English song in 80's on his mobile speaker... He always put that most of the time on the kitchen table...

3:56 pm

Text of Uncle DD but I still don't like them being here ( the idea of how the family should flow inside the family tribe or circle )...No extra something and he will be a father figure for Aunt Karen's son but no extra coffee and that's it??? No box of biscuits...

Ugly situation here... Something is not right on Uncle DD that I'm gonna be stuck forever...

I had have the windblow still... I have deep smile lines!

4:52 pm

It seems a gateway for Uncle DD to take my place in this world to appear as a college graduate but me as a college graduate it seems they are smashing unfairly... Punching me that I don't even know...

9:12 pm

Giving that food money as 2500 is not enough angels... What about the hygiene our bathroom soap...I hate that particular group here in the entire Philippines that they just eat and they don't shower or brush or clean their penis or vagina... For God's sake, it was taught in the school and as a mature middle-class or educated people... We should do our hygiene... Why, they are punching me unfairly???

Imagine you will have a scaly penis or smelly vagina....It is not good angels... We need to do hygiene...

So, difficult to find an educated partner....HIV is existing again angels... I'm careful and aware... I had HPV shot...

It is not good to rub the penis if it's dirty angels to a vagina that is clean...

Plus, it is hygiene... All of my exes were clean....Rocky the Big, JP the butt king and Ryan the XL...

But now... I'm kinda doubting on everyone and most specially on JP the butt king...

#Youtube

[osamusriceballs]

(No) Strings Attached

Sakusa x fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW (18+)

Words: 1,8k

About: A friends with benefits relationship with Sakusa.

________________

"Fuck, Kiyoomi-"

The sound of bare skin slapping against each other fills the room, one of your hands tightly gripping his bare back and leaving a trail of desperate red marks while your legs are tightly wrapped around his hips, urging him to go faster and deeper. His head is buried in the crook of your neck, his deep and heavy breaths right next to your ear making you feel like you could explode any second. It's hot, so hot, the way he fucks you slowly, making sure you feel every single thrust, every single inch of his cock inside of you, while his lips press against your neck ever so softly-

A moan gets stuck in your throat when his hand suddenly finds yours, his fingers quickly intervening with yours and squeezing your hand firmly- a sudden intimate gesture, that makes you widen your eyes in surprise. You don't have time to question his action, your mind too distracted when Sakusa keeps on rolling his hips, moving faster just a little bit, still thrusting smoothly inside of you again and again. A groan leaves his lips when he pulls back and you feel heat raise to your cheeks when he looks down on your naked bodies and watches how his cock disappears between your folds, his movements even slowing down to have a proper look. He gaze moves to your face, his dark eyes intently staring at yours, and he suddenly leans down, connecting his sweaty forehead to yours. His face reveals none of his thoughts while he silently stays in that position, his hips barely moving at this point, his weight on top of you almost crushing you. Your wet lips part, your breath comes hitched out of your mouth when he slowly leans down to kiss you deeply.

The moment feels so painfully intimate, your bodies connected in the closest way possible, his lips move against yours in a loving and delicate way- that's unusual for Sakusa, and you both know that.

Your whole relationship started when both of you drunkenly met in a club a few months ago- the very first time you both ever met outside of your workspace. You barely remember anything that happened in the club, just that you were out with your friends and that you were deeply surprised when you met Sakusa there too. He's usually not the type to go drinking, hell, to actually go out on a Friday night- but there he was with a dark button up shirt that perfectly fit his build body, the sleeves rolled up and showed his toned arms- he was definitely the center of attention that night. You were mildy surprised when HE actually came to greet you, your hazy mind never considering the possibility that he could remeber your name, leave alone feeling the urge to talk to you, even though you technically see each other everyday at work.

The rest is a blur, some faint memories of your friends elbowing you and telling you to catch "that snack, who keeps eye-fucking you", you being flustered when you realize that he heard them but tactfully chose not to react to their comments and then how the two of you find yourself at a bar, having one shot after another, the distance between the two of you basically gone by the end of the night when you somehow sit on his lap.

Everything gets crystal clear the second you entered Sakusa's apartment though. How you thought it was nice and clean, how you both stood in the bathroom, giggling while he helped you wash your hands and removing your makeup. How he laughed, a rare but extremely pleasant sound with his deep baritone, when you smeared soap on his shirt- and how you were almost melting at how carefully he held your hand and guided you to the guest room to sleep. He was just as drunk as you, continuosly stating that he barely drinks due to his profession, but he had still been drinking probably twice the amount you had. He made an attempt to leave the room but you grabbed his hand when he turned around and told him to stay.

Then how you suddenly sat on his lap once again- this time on the bed, his strong hands guiding you to straddle him on his muscular thighs- hesitation on both of your sides for a second but when your eyes locked, you were certain about one thing. That you want this.

He fucked you all night, dragging countless orgasms from your sensitive body with his thick cock, you could barely feel your legs when he mercilessly pounded into you, encouraged by your constant moans and pleas. You're pretty sure that his neighbors heard you scream his name like a prayer, your throat was pretty sore the next day, but being drunk and high on Sakusa, you don't really care. You had been pleasantly surprised when he wrapped his hand around your throat while he thrusts into you, the sight of the naked volleyball pro on top of you, holding you firmly under him and fucking you mercilessly forever engraved in your memory. That night showed you that having sex with Sakusa Kiyoomi is addictive. You could never get enough of him, mentally cursing him for setting your standards so high.

You were again surprised when you saw a message on your phone two days later, just a short "hey" from an unknown number, but you quickly figured it was Sakusa. He hadn't left your mind the past few days, your body secretly craving for his attention again, thinking about how he shamelessly ate you out, or how he fucked you with his ever so flexible fingers, curling them at angles that should be impossible, yet brought you pleasure that you never thought was possible. He ruined you for everyone else in just a single night. Did you have the same effect on him?

You were on cloud seven when he proposed to meet again, stating that he enjoyed the night and was hoping you did so too. From then on you started to meet frequently, you found yourself under the mysterious dark-haired male at least twice a week, sometimes on top of him, but no matter where, you were always satisfied deeply.

Sakusa is like a drug for you. He knows how to touch you, how to make your knees weak, how to control his body no matter how needy his actually is, to hold back until you reach your high first- sometimes also second or third time before he even considers to chase his own. The sexual tension between the two of you is undeniable- and the little touches and stolen kisses in the locker room are always a promise for a wild night.

He refused to get emotionally closer to you though, even keeping his distance at work and strictly talking about volleyball when you had to interact, and you fully respect that, being happy with the silent agreement you had. Just sex, no strings attached.

That's why your eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he grabbed your hand and fucked you- like you actually mean something to him. He's moaning your name between kisses, your body on fire now with your hips arching to meet his thrusts. "Faster, please-" you whine, your eyes shutting close and you barely manage to reciprocate the kiss when he speeds up, the tip of his cock now hitting your most sensitive spot again and again.

"You feel so good-" he rasps, and you moan as response, your legs involuntarily tighten around his hips as pleasure runs through your body, little jolts of electricity going from between your legs right through your body. You feel his cock throbbing inside of you, the veins on his arms popping out from the force it takes him to hold back. "Fuck- you're so hot. So fucking hot- how- dare you-" He groans through gritted teeth, almost angrily when you moan his name as response in a desperate and breathless way. "What?" you manage to voice out, taken aback by his sudden emotional outburst. His pace speeds up and you can barely focus on his words, just feeling him inside of you, overwhelmed by pleasure-

"You- I can't stop thinking about you. How I want to ruin that pretty little cunt every time I see you, how I want to spank your bratty ass when you flirt with that disgusting Miya guy and show you that-" he stops and his thrusts slow down, but quickly get harder, each word fueling his emotions, his hand tightly gripping yours as he keeps on fucking you. Your walls clench when you feel him twitch inside of you- he is close too.

"Show me what?" You move your hand to his hair and pull his head back, forcing him to look at you, not caring about the fact that he will definitively give you a good spanking session for that later- you'd enjoy that anyways.

His eyes are captivating, his expression filled with lust but also a softness that you have never seen on him before- it makes you even more breathless. "Show you that only I can make you feel this good. Show you that you should be mine, and only mine to ruin and touch."

You cry out when he suddenly reaches down between your bodies and presses on your clit, rubbing it with two of his fingers- and that's when you lose it. The orgasm that rushes over your body is one of the most intense you ever had, your legs caging his body tightly while he trusts into you, filling you up so good while your cunt is spasming and tightening around his cock. You barely realize how his hips stutter when he chases his own high, his body eventually stilling when he cums inside of you, filling you up with hot ropes of cum while grabbing your hand tightly. Your name leaves his lips, you faintly hear his voice over your loud moans, your heart almost exploding in your chest while you're on your high, holding tightly onto his hand too with your other hand around his broad shoulders to keep him close.

Sakusa finally collapses on top of you, his cock twitching a few times in your oversensitive pussy before your legs release him and let go of his body. You feel the soreness in your thighs, your body protesting when you relax and lean back into the mattress, desperately trying to catch your breath.

Sakusa doesn't move for a while, your hand now coming up to play with his dark hair, making a satisfied grunt leave his lips. His words replay in your mind again and again, a sudden warm feeling rising from your chest when you recalled how he called you his, and his only-

Maybe there are strings attached.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #sakusa #sakusa smut #smut #hope you'll enojoy! #maybe I'll write another part for it #I feel really whipped for Sakusa rn T.T #I actually caught a cold rn and the new semester starts tomorrow >.< #I'm so not ready #I actually wanted to finish this tomorrow but I couldn't sleep #Anyways #LOVE Y'ALL! <3 #see you tomorrow <3 #sleep well <3

[narancias-headband]

What is La Squadra HQ like?

(+ What's everyone's office like?)

The short answer: a frat house. Same vibes all around.

A large part of the decor, if you can call it that, is alcohol bottles, drug paraphernalia, and... Actually don't look too close at much of it...

Melone leaves his, uh, magazines out far too often, and won't even close the porn on his laptop if he leaves it unattended.

The kitchen is surprisingly clean. It is relatively unused. The fridge, however, is a mess of leftovers, drinks, sauces... It's full and at least half is no longer edible. Half of the cooking utensils are burnt and/or stained too.

The only room in the place that has coordinated furniture is the meeting room. Everything else is random odds and ends, indicative that they were acquired by various members of the team.

Cigarette burns and coffee cup rings adorn the tables that are topped with empty shot glasses and finished games of cards. Stray poker chips lay on the floor.

There are surprisingly few mirrors for a place where Illuso spends his time. No one else wants him to be sneaking around in their stuff, so the only mirrors present are in the common areas and Melone's room; not even Illuso will snoop there.

The bathrooms are surprisingly neat and tidy, though there's always a good chance that either the toilet paper or hand soap isn't stocked. Someone's 3-in-1 shampoo has been in the shower for months, untouched.

Everyone has their own office with it's own vibes, according to its owner.

Risotto's office is dimly lit, sparsely furnished, and a mess of papers. He only has his huge desk, a couple of chairs, and a large filing cabinet for furniture, the only light is a lamp in the corner. Every surface is covered in stacks and stacks of important documents, manila envelopes are scattered across his desk, each stamped with different seals denoting various levels of secrecy. Despite the mess, he knows exactly where any single page he could ever want is located.

Illuso's office contains only a handful of mirrors. Please leave any notes for him stuck onto one of them. The mirror realm of his office, however, is quite comfortably furnished. He's used his stand to push all of his things through into the other side of the mirror, ensuring no one can mess with any of it. He has his own desk, couch, TV, stereo system, and a lot more tucked away out of sight. This is also where all of the missing snacks/stolen leftovers end up.

Formaggio's office is hardly even an office. It's furnished more as a bedroom for him to crash at overnight if he doesn't feel like heading home. He even has stuff there for his kitty if he ever needed to stay over as well. Anything he brings in there has a 50/50 shot of getting lost forever somehow. Both his trashcan and recycle bin are full of empty beer cans. A box of condoms is spilled out across his bedside table next to a handful of empty glasses and a half-full bottle of cologne.

Prosciutto's office is highly chic and professional. It's reminiscent of some well-to-do businessman's office out of a TV drama. Everything is dark wood and gold, including his array of expensive pens. Every ashtray in the building congregates there, scattered across his desk and shelves. There's a photo of his mother up on one shelf. There's a small wardrobe in the corner where he keeps a few extra sets of clothing, just in case his current outfit no longer fits in with the vibe. He also has a small steamer that he uses to put the creases back into his suits if the need arises.

Pesci's office is bright and welcoming. The walls are decorated in posters and artwork, mainly of underwater scenes and images of sea life. His desk is cluttered with knickknacks, and the pages of documents are all covered with little doodles. The softest blue rug you've ever felt is a bit off center in the middle of the room. The overhead light is the main source of the room's brightness, and a lamp in the corner casts a soft bluish glow. A handful of chairs sit around the room, welcoming visitors to take a seat and chat.

Melone's office is a neon lit room, much akin to a fancy streaming setup. His desk is huge and covered in papers, colored pens, sticky note reminders, and dirty magazines, except where Babyface sits. The walls are covered in various color changing lights that he always sets to a pinky-purple shade intermixed with a handful of posters of half-dressed pinup girls. His big gaming chair is probably the most comfortable seat in the entire HQ, and its price tag reflects that. The radio in the corner is never silent, usually playing one of Melone's favorite CD's on repeat.

Ghiaccio's office is always polished. It is so clean in there. Do not touch anything. Every thing is exactly where he wants it, and every surface is so shiny you can see your reflection (Illuso can hide in these reflections, but has decided it's not worth it after the ass-beating he got when he was caught). Every now and then he leaves his glasses case, nail polish, or a box of takeout on his desk, but there is never more mess than that. Ghiaccio also has his own mini fridge as to never have to see the travesty of the shared one in the kitchen.

#this came together so good?? #physically im here mentally im at la squadra hq #golden wind #jjba part 5 #jjba headcanons #jjba #risotto #risotto nero #jjba risotto #jojo risotto #illuso #jjba illuso #jojo illuso #formaggio #jjba formaggio #jojo formaggio #prosciutto #jjba prosciutto #jojo prosciutto #pesci #jjba pesci #jojo pesci #melone #jjba melone #jojo melone #ghiaccio #jjba ghiaccio #jojo ghiaccio #la squadra esecuzioni #la squadra

[taro-im]

“we’re not a couple”

tsukishima kei x reader

word count: 975 words

one bed trope? Well sort of :)

synopsis: Tsukishima and you are stuck at a hotel inn because of Yamaguchi's wedding, the inn keeper thought you were lovers putting the both of you in the lovers suite, well wasn't the elderly women wrong...

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"No I'll go first" you said speed walking to the entrance of the hotel inn before Tsukishima could talk "hello there miss, I would like to check into my room" you said politely only for Tsukishima to scoff at your fake behavior "your name?" "L/n y/n" "here's the keys enjoy your stay with your boyfriend" she said chuckling "what boyfriend?" You said maybe she mistaken it "I mean this room is booked for l/n y/n and a man named Tsukishima Kei" she showed you the names on the computer "w-what this can't be true, my friend booked us separate rooms" you said eyes wide open double checking if you were dreaming "well this is what it says on the computer I'm sorry dear" "do you have any other rooms available?" Tsukishima added in onto the conversation "no we don't, in five days we do but none are available..." "Tsukishima are you okay with this?" You said trying to reason with him"yeah I'll be okay but just don't talk so much it's annoying " he said taking the keys from the elderly women

The both of you sighed from annoyance walking to the room number, you expected Tsukishma to hold the door for you but he just entered without caring of the person behind him which made you already pissed, "no way..." you said eyes wide open looking at the bed covered in rose petals and fake candles by the night stand, "is this-" "don't say it" he said covering your mouth shuttering from the scene of a honey moon suite meant for a couple, the both of you didn't say anything just cleaning the bed putting the rosepetals in a little trash can, fingers accidentally touching making the both of you gaze at each other but immediately moving away pretending to do something else

"There's no couch" you said looking around avoiding Tsukishima's eye contact "we'll just share the bed idiot, not like your going to embrace me" he said teasing you "I know that!" You said throwing the pillow flustered, You took your warm and steamy bath relaxing from the awkward tension earlier, you never thought you would share a room with him, he's always on your nerves since your days in Karasuno, Always being so pessimistic towards you, making mean jokes about you and you did the same thing to him, get even right? Things got more annoying when your bestfriend Yachi dated Yamaguchi you were stuck on double dates with him, well you wouldn't say it was that bad his mean scowl was always fun to look at and you got to tick him more off and one thing that made you question the most was one time you were dating someone and you thought your relationship with him was okay and the both of you aren't "enemies" but he was so mean and he avoided you... after a few months things went back to normal but the both of you were so distant, the only way the both of you got along was when you were bringing each other down, just kidding the both of you sort of got use to each other but at the same time put you in a room for more than three hours? No.

you looked at the gift basket that was filled with some lotions and soaps, snacks and you saw the bottle of red wine, you took one of the wine cups filling it with the red liquor drinking your worries away...

20 minutes later:

You were drunk sitting on the bed hearing a creak from the bathroom door open seeing a blurry figure "Hitoki? You said giggling while Tsukishima was finding his glasses on the little table seeing what you were going on about "what?" "Hitoka! Why would you do that to me! He's so mean" you whined while his eyebrows furrowed from annoyance "are you drunk?" "You didn't even answer my question you k-" "okay I'll take that, stop talking I heard drunk thoughts are sober thoughts" he said taking the wine cup away from you ruffling your hair pulling the pillows “what are you doing?” you said yawning “I’m making a barrier between us” he said straightening the line he made with the pillow, he layed down and you layed down too but shockingly you threw the pillows on the floor “h-hey what are you doing?” He said alarmed that your hugging him face nuzzled in his arm “this is a dream right? Because The Tsukishima Kei I know is always throwing insults at me” you said, he swears his heart could be beating out of his chest and your able to hear it “no I don’t” “yeah you do, since Highschool I just wanted to be your friend” “I just didn’t know how to talk to you okay?” “That still doesn’t make up for you avoiding me for no reason when we started to get along” you said lightly hitting him “your so drunk you can’t even hit me right” he snickered seeing you doze off “I’m not drunk, I’m jus dreaming” “keep on telling yourself that” “you know Tsukishima… I had a really big crush on you in first year and I thought we could of got along. But we didn’t and I somehow still like your idiot four eye rat face… goodnight” you said giving him a kiss on the cheek then leaving to your side of the bed making the man flustered at your drunk confession “I shouldn’t trust what people say drunk” he muttered touching his kissed cheek “and I’m not a four eye rat”

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu angst #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima oneshot #tsukishima x you #tsukishima angst #yamaguchi tadashi #yachi hitoka

[cellophaine]

Home With You

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 3003

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: I figured I should give you guys a break from my smutty contents lol. And I just wanted to write an indulgent fluff piece.

As always, every likes, comments, reblogs, feedbacks and ask submissions are greatly appreciated! My heart goes into cha-cha-cha mode whenever I receive notifications from you guys (it's a happy mode)

Prompt requested by: Anonyomous (love you anon <3)

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"Matt?!"

You called out as you walked into his apartment; the exhaustion crept into your voice. His name echoed back to you in the empty place, a tell-tale sign of Matt's absence. You huffed out a frustrated sigh as you stepped out of your heels, padding into the living room on bare feet, much to your relief. You dropped your briefcase to the floor with abandon, planting face-first onto the couch, releasing another weary sigh. This was the third night in a row you missed him on his way out, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. At this point, it had become a regular occurrence. You felt like you barely saw him as of late. All you had was the little time in the mornings with Matt's body wrapped around yours in the bed. And it wasn't enough. How could it be?

Your workload as a paralegal at Hogarth, Chao & Benowitz had picked up in the past few months. The pay was more than decent, but it resulted in more time assisting Jeri Hogarth in cases and less time spending with your boyfriend. The immense amount of guilt you felt kept building up, as you knew Matt was not happy about your situation, but he always knew what to say to make you feel better. You had spent time running around New York for researches, staying late at the office at Hogarth's requests.

The days would always end with you worn out to the bones. Matt hated how the job was clawing at you, chipping away a piece of you every day, leaving you stressed out and exhausted. But he was supportive anyway, understanding that it was your choice in the matter. And so, Matt was the only constant, comforting source in your life. He would be there every time you woke up, cuddling and kissing you, making sure that you had all your meals throughout the day, taking care of you when you couldn't do it yourself.

You dragged your enervated self into the shower, lathering yourself up with Matt's shampoo and body, indulging in his scent under the hot water. The clean smell of his soap in the shower steam helped relieve the ache of missing him in your chest. You had slept over his apartment every night. Still, ironic enough, you felt like you drifted away further from him, not of your own volition. Matt was the anchor that kept you close, but how long would it last? How long would he be willing to stay?

You patted yourself dry, walking into his bedroom, the air cool on your exposed skin. You opened the closet, pulling out a sweatshirt of his. You hugged it close to your chest, dropping your head low to inhale the smell of him. You pulled the shirt on along with his too-big sweatpants, tightening the strings at the waistband. You put on his socks, too, tucking them over the hems of the sweats, just like how he always did it. A habit of his that you had absorbed. A bittersweet thought struck you. Despite being in his apartment, often living in his space more than your own, you wore his clothes just to feel closer to him. He was close but never close enough.

You found your way to the couch again, plopping your head on the pillow. You curled into yourself, settling in a comfortable position. You didn't bother with dinner, for you craved something else. You just wanted him here. You wanted to spend every second you could get with him to make up for the time you had missed. You tried to stay up, waiting for him to come back. But the toll of the day pulled on your eyelids, luring you into sleep with much resistance from you.

A weightless feeling woke you from your sleep. You blinked sleepily; your hazy vision revealed Matt, still in his Daredevil suit, the helmet was nowhere in sight. His unseeing eyes radiated the comfort and affection you loved, and you hummed happily at the blessed sight of him. A smile pulled on the corner of Matt's lips as he laid you down on the bed, pulling the soft blanket over you. He brushed your hair off your eyes before leaning in, pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead. You smiled sleepily at his gesture, tilting your face up as his warmth left your skin. Your lips met his halfway, and you sighed into the kiss that you craved with the entirety of your being. You needed this, needed him; you yearned for him. Your hand found its way to him; his light stubble tickled your fingertips. You caressed his face, needing to touch, to feel him, as the kiss grew heavy. Finally, he pulled back from you with much reluctance, within your reach, just enough so you could hear his whisper.

"Have you had dinner? I left you your favourite in the fridge."

You pressed your head into the pillow before shaking your head, along with a muffled confirmation of his suspicion. His brows furrowed, and you quickly pulled on his jaw, drawing him closer. You resumed the kiss, and once again, Matt was the one who broke away. Lowering your voice in a soothing tone, you asked in the hope of distracting him.

"Do you have any injuries that needed to be looked at?"

"It was a pretty uneventful night. I know what you're doing, and it's not working."

He responded at once; his head shook slightly in disapproval. He knew you too well. You knew that. But you didn't want to get up while all you wanted was to bask in his familiarity, his warmth again.

"I had a very long day. I just want to go back to sleep, with you. Please?"

Your desperate plea tugged at his heart. His eyes softened as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Alright. But you will have a big breakfast, first thing when you get up."

You bit your lip, brows waggling at him, even though you knew he couldn't see that. A playful, suggestive tone glided into your voice.

"Oh, I definitely would like something 'big' for breakfast."

He let out a small laugh at your terrible tease.

"I'm serious. I was gone for a few hours, and you already neglected yourself."

"I promise. I'll be yours for the entire weekend. Now, can you get your ass in this bed, preferably naked? Pretty please."

He chuckled, standing up to pull his protective gear off. A few rustles later, the mattress dipped as Matt climbed into the bed behind you. He pulled you into his chest, pressing butterfly kisses on your hair. You turned onto your back, giving him easier access to your lips. He eagerly took you on your offer, pulling you in for a soft kiss, so soft that it made you melt into his embrace. He moved to kiss your cheeks, making his way to your eyelids, ending the kiss on your forehead.

"Sleep now, sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up."

You turned to your side to cuddle into him, curling your hand behind his muscular back. You nuzzled your face into his firm chest, kissing and nibbling sleepily on the naked skin. You fell asleep promptly, grateful for the weekend ahead of you.

Your phone buzzed again and again on Matt's bedside table. You groaned, burrowing your face further into Matt's chest. The faint scent of blood and sweat, of Matt, infiltrated your senses through a daze. However, whoever on the other side stayed persistent; calls came in after calls. Finally, you untangled your limbs from Matt's with frustration, answering the call to hear Hogarth's voice on the other side.

"Where the fuck are you? Why didn't you pick up your damn phone?"

"It's… it's the weekend."

"And? This case won't go away itself. Come in now, or you're fired."

Your ears met with the dead tone from the other line. You fell back onto the warm bed, feeling like you could burst into tears. Pressing your face into the pillow, you muffled a silent scream. Matt propped on his elbow, caressing your back with the other hand.

"Stay here. Quit the job. You deserve so much better than how Hogarth's treating you."

You murmured.

"I can't. Her words have weight. She can really help me with my career. The pay isn't bad either."

"I know, but it's not worth it. I don't like seeing you bend over backward to every of her demand. I can feel your exhaustion every night. I hate seeing you so harrowed and stressed out."

You sighed heavily.

"It's not like I can quit right away. Not until I can secure a better job somewhere else. Rent in Hell's Kitchen is crazy. Until then, I'm stuck with her."

You moved around in the place, talking to Matt as you got ready. When you stepped out of the bathroom into the living room, dressed in your work attire, Matt walked over to where you stood, offering you a cup of tea. You smiled sadly at him, stroking his cheeks. Then, you raised on your tiptoe, kissing him swiftly before picking up your briefcase, making your way to the door.

"I'm sorry, I can't drink the tea. I'm already late. I'll see you later tonight?"

Matt fell into silence; his head turned away from your direction. The mugs of tea in his hands stayed still and abandoned. You felt an awful jerk on your heartstring for leaving him like this. You spoke softly.

"I love you."

One moment of silence, then two. Matt reluctantly spoke, his voice small, barely audible.

"Love you, too."

You gnawed on your bottom lip in defeat, walking out the door. Your heart grew heavier with every step you took, carrying you further away from him.

When the elevator opened, you were working at your desk, just outside of Hogarth's office. You looked up just in time as the infamous P.I of Hell's Kitchen walked past your desk, sparing a glance towards you. You sprang up from your seat, running after her.

"Ms. Jones, I'm sorry, but you can't go in there. Unfortunately, Ms. Hogarth is not available at the moment."

Jones reeked of alcohol, but there was no sign of intoxication. She scoffed.

"I don't care if she's fucking another secretary in there. Step aside. I don't want to hurt you."

You stood in her path, taking your stance. Although preventing Jessica Jones from entering your boss' office wasn't your job, Hogarth made you do it anyway. She made you do many things that went beyond your responsibilities as a paralegal, as she always held her power over your head like an invisible sword, readied to strike at any given time.

Jessica rolled her eyes, sidestepping you. You stuck your foot out in her path, making her boot catch on your heel. She stumbled lightly, whirling around to face you.

"Seriously?"

You swallowed, shrugging.

"A girl's gotta do what she's gotta do."

"Maybe that girl should get another job and stop working for that monster."

Jessica quickened her pace, pushing the door open as you chased after her.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Hogarth, but she …."

"… tired of your shit, Hogarth. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Jessica gritted out the words. Your boss sent a deathly glare at you.

"Leave us."

She flicked a wrist at you, and you closed the door behind you as fast as you could. You went back to your desk, speeding through your mountain of paperwork. About half an hour later, Jessica walked out with a menacing expression on her face, heading straight for the elevator. Jeri walked out about two minutes later, looming over your desk.

"If that happens again, I will personally destroy your little, pathetic career. You hear me?"

You nodded solemnly.

"Have them on my desk before 5."

Hogarth left you alone for the rest of your time there. You were done with the work at a little over 3 PM. You dropped it off, and it was refreshing to see a surprise expression on her face for once instead of the usual scowl you received. Then, you headed straight for Matt's place, couldn't wait to get back to your boyfriend, despite the little not-an-argument you had earlier that day.

He wasn't home when you got there. You sighed, afraid you had messed things up with him. After changing into something more comfortable, you sat down on Matt's kitchen table with your laptop open and a steamy plate of food Matt left you last night. You sat there, your fingers tapping away on your device for what felt like hours until you heard the sound of the door being opened. Matt walked in, dressed in his usual gym clothes with a duffle bag hanging off his shoulder. His face was flushed, his hair stuck out adorably. You stood up, lingering at the chair. You cleared your throat.

"I'm… sorry for this morning. Are we … okay?"

You ached to hug him, to be gathered into his arms, to kiss him. Your bottom lip trembled slightly. You wouldn't know what to do if he said no.

He could sense your uncertainty with every word. His face softened at your vulnerable disposition, his arms opened wide, dropping his cane and bag to the floor with little care.

"Of course we are."

You lunged into his embrace, holding him tight as he picked you up easily, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You found his lips, pouring your heart and soul into the kiss. Eventually, you pulled away from each other as you gasped for air, your foreheads touching.

Matt lowered you down to the ground, still holding you in his arms, his hand caressing your spine in a soothing motion.

"I'm looking up other jobs. Hogarth is … horrible, and I'm always stressed out. You're right. It's not worth it."

"You know … Nelson & Murdock can use a helping hand."

Matt raised his brow at you; an endearing grin pulled at the corner of his lips. You smacked his chest playfully.

"As if I'm not helping you guys in my free time already."

You trailed a finger from the waistband of his sweats, ghosting over his abdomen and chest, ended your way at the pulse on his neck, stroking the delicate arc of his throat. Matt let out a small groan of pleasure.

"That means you already have an in with the firm."

You squinted your eyes at Matt while he feigned innocence.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. I would love to have you there. We still have to discuss this with Foggy, but I think he'd be thrilled."

The earnestness in his voice was unconcealed. Working for Matt and Foggy was a tempting proposal, but you wanted to give it some thought first.

"Let me think about it."

The week started anew, with another visit from Jessica Jones. Only this time, you didn't cease your work pace, even as she walked past your desk. Jessica halted, looking at you skeptically.

"Why are you not stopping me right now? Did Hogarth call of her little guard dog?"

You looked up from your computer screen, giving her a nonchalant shrug.

"Nah, the order is still in effect. But I don't care."

The P.I gave you a nod and headed for Hogarth's office.

Before the workday ended, you were summoned by your fuming boss. Hogarth stood at her desk, a glass of whiskey clutched tight in her hand. She looked upon your entry, sneering at you.

"What part of preventing Jessica Jones from entering my office that you didn't understand? Do you —"

"I understand. I just don't care."

You dropped off the folder on Hogarth's desk. She narrowed her eyes at the manila envelope.

"This is my letter of resignation. I quit. I would say it was an honour to work with you, but that would be a lie."

You left the office that day feeling so much better than you had felt in months. There was a spring in your steps as you climbed the stairs to Matt's place. You walked in as an aroma of mouthwatering food being cooked engulfed you, welcoming you home. Matt was in the kitchen, facing the stove. You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Matt lifted an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in to kiss your forehead. Then, he turned off the stove, fully angled his body to you and gave you a warm embrace.

"So you did it? How did she take it?"

"She was furious, Matt. She threatened to make sure I could never practice law ever again. Over and over. But I'm not worried. She can threaten me however she wants. I know the law."

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. You're better off without her. And if she dared to do that, you wouldn't be alone. Foggy and I will have your back."

You hugged him even tighter, pressing your ear to the steady rhythm of his heart. You stayed like that for a moment as the sound of Hell's Kitchen played in the background. Matt buried his nose into your hair, peppering your face with kisses. Then, at last, he spoke up.

"So, have you given more thoughts on working for Nelson & Murdock?"

You made a tsk sound, tapping a finger against your lips, pretending to be in deep thoughts.

"I don't know. Wouldn't it make quite a scandal since I'm dating one of the bosses?"

"Considering the other boss already knows about the arrangement, no one else has to. We can keep a secret -"

Matt dipped his head; his lips brushed over the curve of your ear purposefully. The mere contact sent a shiver down your spine in anticipation. Finally, he released the last part of his sentence; his voice dropped dangerously low, dripped in an alluring invitation.

"- and have fun with it."

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[sissyjamieray]

My journey into feminization how did it begin? It is difficult to pin point a specific age, but I would guess I was about 11 years old. Yes, confused by sexual urges and excitement when looking at pictures of pretty girls in magazine ads wearing only panties and bras. Mmm, then 'borrowing' intimate female garments and wearing them. Feelng the overwhelming rush of pleasure and my first orgasm while wearing female clothing. Through the years I've tried to suppress this urges to dress as a woman. Being married was so frustrating as my wife left her intimate garments all over the house. It was like being in a candy store: bras, panties, lingerie all within reach. Unable to resist I would carefully try on bra or nightie when she was out shopping. At one point she mentioned something about one nightie being worn out in the "wrong" places. But she never questioned me. After all why would her man be turned on by wearing panties? Looking back she was very smart, she knew better than to confront me head on, lol. She knew I would not admit it or make up some bullshit story. She was very subtle, one night after making love she asked me if I had any sexual fantasies, my response was no love, none that I can think of. Another time she make the following comment, " I wish I had something to poke you with". Wow, she was so close. I was a bit stunted, didn't have a good response, lol. Several months later during our forplay love making she starts licking my nipples, omg, wtf!! Do you like it she says, with her hand on my growing manhood there was no escape, no denial. You like it don't you? I said yes, grasping for air and moaning as she began to rub the tip of my cock with her finger while continuing to lick and suck on my nipples. Then she slid her hand below my balls and started stroking and messaging the area just above my ass hole. After five minutes or this action she get up, pulls off her soaked panties then leans towards me with panties in hand and whispers in my ear, ' guess what I found in your bag Jim?' I found at least 10 pairs of my panties Jim, wtf all stained with your cum! "So you like to jerk off and cum in my panties, really?" What could I say but yes. I tried to explain why but she was upset? She then took her wet panties wrapped them around my almost limp manhood and said show me how you like you jerk off im my panties! I was so embarrassed, but I was wrong to have taken her things, this was my punishment, Yes? I reached down and started stroking my cock but it was very limp by now, I could not get hard. She saw my problem and whispers in my ear, "what's the problem, sissy panty boy, can't jerk off in front of your hot sexy wife? never touch my things again!, if you do, you will never fuck or cum inside me again. Do you understand me? Yes, hon I understand, good. Now where are my panties, Uh where you put them dear, yes they are yours now. Uh, keep them clean and if you wear these out (giggle) we will go out together and buy you more. Yes, I'll let the pretty sales lady know my size and yours (giggle). One more thing, when we make love, make sure you are wearing a clean pair of lacy pink panties. You are my panty boy husband now (giggle). I guess you better learn to get excited and hard while wearing female panties or you will never fuck me again (giggle): panty boy. Next day I after work I set out the task of hand washing 'my' panties in hope of getting lucky later that evening. Ok, hot water and some laundry soap and a 15 minutes soak, rinse and then toss into the dryer should to the trick right? Right before we went to bed I quickly grabbed my panties and climbed into bed. My wife had been observing my laundry duties activities that evening and I assumed we were cool. My hopes of an evening of

having sex where dashed when she turned the lights on stating: it's panty check time, stand up and let examine your feeble attempts to clean these! Ok, I can still see your nasty stains, what temperature did you wash these in? Hot I relied, she laughed, you idiot you should have used cold, as now you've 'set' the stain and ruined a pretty pair of panties. Oh well I guess we will have to go panty shopping tomorrow. Maybe Victoria's Secret? I understand Nancy, your friend Mike's wife just started working there (giggle), maybe she can let us use her discount? She then put her hand on my softening member and said, 'well give it some thought, panty boy, good night. WTF, now she is straight up trying to sexually blackmail me and expose me really? I got out of bed headed for the bathroom sobbing, how could my sweet wife be so cruel. Fifteen minutes or so she knocks on the door, " Jimmy are you ok"? No I'm, how could I be ok when you want to humiliate me and expose my fetish to my friends? Oh you admit it now that you are little perverted panty stealing panty boy? Her words cut me through me like a knife, but she was right. Stand Jim, look at yourself in the mirror wearing my soiled panties, tell me baby who and what did I fall in love with? Then she placed her had on my limp cock and said, I love you but tell me about all your fetishes now or we are done: confess! I'm not going to play a guessing game with you understand! Sobbing, I began to spill my guys about how was molested by an older boy at 11, my Aunt confessed to dressing me as a girl when I was very young,

dressing my mothers lingerie. Yes, I've have fantasies about being fucked my a man while being dressed as a woman. With years in my eyes I looked at my wife, what she was crying too? Why are you crying I asked? I'm so sorry that so many people have hurt you babe and that you are so fucked up now. Maybe we can both get into therapy, you know get some professional help? But for this moment, let's promise to be more open and honest with our sexual feelings and desires ok? Babe I'm sorry I got do angry with you but you did sneak my panties? I had no idea that my panties turned you on so much to the point that you would willing wear them? She started rubbing my pantied cock as she spoke, you know Jim, have a little fantasy of my own. What she whispered in my ear next blew me away. Jim, sometimes I think about being with a woman, coddling and fondling each others breasts? Jim, I, I think I might be Bi? I sorry I've never shared this with you but you understand right ? At that moment, my cock began to swell, she got her answer. Now pulling my panties down she began licking the very backside tip of my cock, you know Jim, maybe I will be willing to support you, like helping you dress like a lady, apply make up and maybe if you wish be with a man as a woman. With these words I erupted a stream of thick sperm all over her beautiful face. Wow, that was fast hon, you agree with my suggestions? Awesome, now for your first lesson Jamie, lick up all the cum you sprayed over my face. Yes, play the part bitch you need to learn to love the taste of your cum. Yes, your female name is Jamie now, do you like it? That's right clean me up, good gurl. Now it's my turn to be pleasured, now be a good lesbian bitch and eat my sweet pussy, XOXO.

Chapter 2 The List

The next morning Carol, my wife was up early and out of the house without waking me. No breakfast or coffee, man that woman be slipp'in, I thought. Well, what looks good in the frig? Oh man, lookie here, a heart shaped note from wifey. [Hi Jim I went shopping with Margie this morning, not sure when I'll be back but, please pickup the following items at the corner drug store:

tampons, pantyhose, nail polish (pink), eye shadow base & palate, concealer, face primer, eyeliner (water proof), mascara, blush, bronzer, highlighter, lip gloss, cosmetic brush set, foundation, setting spray and pamprin. Jim, if you need help just ask the salesgirl in

cosmetics, you know the one you always flirt with, you know Desiree, giggle. Oh and make sure you are wearing the pink lace panties that I let in your drawer. They are yours now, Jamie. Love Carol XOXO, P.S., I've invited some friends over for dinner so please be home by 4 pm.] Groan, I HATE shopping, especially for girl stuff! Ok, so off to drug store I went, stright to the cosmetics counter, list in hand. There she was, Desiree behind the counter, may I help you, she asked? Desiree was the gorgeous offspring of Spanish and Irish parents, about 5' 9" light green eyes and light brown to blonde hair. Her makeup was always impeccable, skirts and blouse always tight and ample cleavage on display. Carol was right that I did flirt with Desiree in the past, but Carol was always with me. It was different now, I was alone and what she possibly thinking? I mean, Carol had always shopped for her own cosmetics and fem items? Looking into her eyes my mind went blank, dry mouth, etc. I handed her the list and mumbled, my wife needs this stuff and I have no idea. Sure, no problem, I can get these for. Carol is your wife right? Yeah, she was in earlier, something about a need for a change and wanted you and I to help her with a make-over surprise. I can help you with every thing on the list except the tampons, their in aisle 12. Oh, and I'll need your help with selecting the foundation shade to ensure a good color match. Ok, what ever I said, I'll be back with the wifey's tampons in a couple minutes. As I walked away, Desiree's last words, "color matching" stuck in my head... Carol's skin tone was much lighter than mine? Mmm, aisle 12, ok here we go, no idea really what to buy my wife, so many confusing choices. I must have been searching for the correct tampons for at least 15 minutes when Desiree found me. Hi, need some help? Absolutely? I have no idea what she needs. Laughing at my ignorance of feminine hygiene products, explained that Carol would at minimum need pads and most likely will need a tampon for her 'heavy' period flows. My suggestion is get her both. Is so sweet and thoughtful of you to do pick these up for you wife, I'm sure she appreciates it. Now let's go go back to the cosmetic department and I ring up your items? Sounds like a plan, I said. Ok, let's try this new foundation shade shall we? Desiree reached for my hand, this was a new level: physical contact. I could feel my heart beating faster, well if well if you have to I said? Desiree, her hand still gently touchind my hand, looked me in the eyes and said, Jim, it is necessary to be sure we get an accurate match and you do want to please your Wife don't you? Yes, of course I want to make Carol happy. Well good, smiling as she applied the foundation to my hand Desiree said, you know Jim, it's not like anyone's going to make assumptions about your sexuality. I mean, why would a handsome stud like you want to wear make up? Ok, of course your are right, I told her. Oh, awesome Jim, this color is perfect. Carol will love it.

Great what is the final damage for all this, I asked? Sure, your total comes to $75.65. Ok, wow this stuff sure adds up fast! Ok here's $76, as Desiree handed back my change she dropped a dime. Oh, so sorry, no problem I said bending over to retrieve .10 cents and at that moment exposing my pink lace thong panties in full view of Desiree. So humiliating, I was speechless. Desiree with a big smile handed me my merchandise but me close and whispered, I love a man who likes to embrace his feminine side, Carol is so lucky.

Chapter 3 - No Refunds, No Returns

So I returned home with all the cosmetics Carol had on your list. She met me as I entered our apartment with big hug, then said that she had to leave again. No big deal, but asked me to read a letter she had written to me. Ok, problem, writing letters was something we did when we first started dating. Jim, l'll be back in about 2 hours, so please read my little ' love' note before I return. One more hug as she felt up my ass for the outline of the thong panties, still wearing them I see? Good, I so happy you did, it says you respect my wishes. I am going to make you so happy you did. Then she kissed me deeply and left without saying where she was going? Oh well, now where is this letter? I found Carol's letter on my pillow, she started, my Dearest husband, tonight I will make your fantasy of being a woman a reality. Don't deny it Jim. I found your hidden stash of female undergarments, shemale porn, etc. Really, why did you NOT trust me enough with your kinky desires? No matter, I know now and I still you move than you realize. Tonight I will give your fantasy, but know this our relationship will change. The changes will be (giggle) sort of a role reversal? To start: take a nice hot bubble bath, yes use mine girly stuff XOXO. Next, use my sugar rub all over your body to exfoliate your skin and then shave all your body hair, yes lov, your arms, legs, chest, balls and ass. Next raise in with cold water

and gently dry ourself. Next, hydrate your skin with some lotion be liberal with it. Now Jim, you don't have much time left so get started. Oh, once your done with this bathing routine, look in your drawer and closet. Yes I picked out some cute girly things for you to wear love XOXO. Make sure you are wearing each item when I return? If NOT, trust me You will sorely regret it!! But I know you will be a Good girl for your wife, your Mistress now won't you? And don't act like you don't know how to put on a bra, panty hose, corset, or breast forms. Please Sissy, remember I know what you've doing when your alone and I'm at work. You see I also found your pictures lol. Well, no more secrets BITCH! I demand you to be ready for me to apply your make up and wig when I return. No excuses! Yes dear, I will be fully shaved and dressed when return. Ok, good, I will be at 7 pm sharp! Out of fear and excitement I started drawing my bubble bath. While the tub was filling I looked into the closet and drawer to see what my wife had purchased. My sweet wife had filled my drawer will so many pretty panties and bras all different styles and colours. These were all mine, really? Wow, what was in my closet? Just a quick peek, so many cute skirts, dresses and tops, all mine? Ok, time was slipping away and the tub was nearly full now. As instructed, I soaked in the fraguent bubble bath for a half hour so relaxing then scrubbed every inch of my body possible with a sugar exfoliate scrub. I then covered my body with a girly shaved cream and shaved my legs, arms, chest, groin, balls and ass. I then showed in cold water to rinse off the remaining shave cream. As I dried my body off the scent purfume and softness of my now hairless body caused me to feel so girly/ feminine, excited and horny. I resisted my base urges to pleasure myself and pushed on to getting dressed as it was almost time for my wife to return. So many panties so many choices, will of I selected a cute pink lace thong panties with matching bra and garter belt. Slipping the panties on another temptation to pleasure myself. Not enough time, 6:30 pm, still had to put on the breast plate and corset. I secured the 38 D breasts to my chest using the medical grade adhesive. Looking the mirror was a bit of a let down, so much work and I still looked like a man, a man with big breasts and small waist. I was nearly in tears when I heard the front door open, Carol would be coming in bedroom any moment and I was pretty much half naked. I quickly grabbed a blouse, skirt and heels got them on and posing on the bed, just as door opened. Knock, knock... omg Jim, Carol told me to just let myself in, that my make over project would be sitting on the bed. It was Desire, Carol WTF!! I was humiliated once again, I began sobbing uncontrollably, why Carol, why? Desiree gave me several tissues to dry tears. I don't understand, why would do this? She came closer and hugged me. I never been this close to Desiree or so absolutely vulnerable before. She knew just like Carol that I was to be a sissy no denial. Jim, she said, Carol is giving you a gift, this is what you want really. Carol loves you didn't understand or how to help you experience being a girl. I can sweet heart. Yes, Carol may have, did violate your privacy by sharing your sissy feelings with me but I agreed to help you both. She then kissed me on the lips and said go wash away those trears hon and let's transform you into a beautiful woman. Before she applied my make up she asked me to remove my skirt and blouse, something about not getting any make on my clothes, ok made sence? Desiree was wonderful explaining the fairly complicated process of applying the various types make up, contouring, eye shadow, liner, etc. I almost forgot that I was half naked inches away from a gorgeous woman. The scent of her purfume and beautiful cleavage got the best of my unrestrained manhood. Desiree noticed my problem and said, I see you are getting turned on baby? You like it that I'm feminizing don't sweety? Oh of course you do

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