#End Of Lease Cleaning online

[smutstevington]

Resensitized | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You need a place to move in, and your new friend has a spare room. Turns out, he's a porn star, and now you can't stop thinking about him. What ever will you do?

Part 2 here and part 3 here :)

Word Count: 7.6K

Warnings: MINORS DNI PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING, smut, Pornstar!Eddie x fem reader (no defining characteristics or use of y/n), modern day, friends to lovers...kind of? Fingering, oral (fem receiving), protected p in v, the knee thing™️, Eddie is a soft dom but also a simp, reader is his exception, and they were roommates(!)

A/N: I'm baaaaack! I was randomly inspired by this concept and couldn't stop thinking about it until it was done. Please know I wrote this with as much respect to sex work as I could, but there might be some inaccuracies just because I'm not too familiar with the industry nowadays. Until next time! xx

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You met Eddie at a party. He was a friend of a friend’s plus one, so he didn’t really know anybody, and you noticed nobody was talking to him, so you went over there and struck up a conversation.

Eddie was sweet. Eddie was goofy. Eddie was a little rough around the edges, but ultimately gave you good vibes. You ended up talking to him for quite a while, and when the night came to an end, you realized you didn’t want to stop talking to him. 

It wasn’t, like, a crush thing - although, he was handsome and definitely crush material - it was more that it was hard making friends as an adult, and you liked being around him. So many times, you’d met people and left them just as fast, and you didn’t want that to happen with Eddie.

You gave him your Instagram, which he followed, and then you requested to follow him back, which he accepted. 

You didn’t talk much for a month or two. He didn’t really post anything, but would comment or react to your posts and stories. Most often, you complained about your living situation - your landlord and your roommates were awful, and eventually your lease came to an end. You jokingly posted - “who’s gonna help me find a new apartment?”

Eddie replied - I don’t know if you’d be interested, but I might be able to help.

It turned out that Eddie had a room vacant in his two-bedroom apartment. The idea seemed kind of out there at first, but you realized it wasn’t much different than searching for roommates online. Besides, this was safer, since you knew Eddie already, and you couldn’t afford an apartment by yourself, so…

You went over to look at his place, and holy shit. It was incredible there. Clean, although slightly cluttered with his various belongings - movie posters, music, video games, and the like. Also, the rent he was asking for was absurdly low. It felt like a no-brainer.

“Eddie, this is - I mean, this is perfect,” you told him. He grinned. 

“Okay,” he said with a nod. “Uhh, there’s just one thing I feel like I should tell you before you move in.”

“What is it?” you asked. Suddenly, you saw Eddie get nervous, and you couldn’t possibly predict what would warrant that reaction. He took a deep breath. 

“Maybe you already know, but it feels like you don’t know? So I just - ugh. If you don’t know, I think I gotta tell you.” You stared at him, confused.

“Eddie, I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”

He smirked slightly, then sighed as his hands fell to his sides.

“I…do…porn?” he said at last. You stared at him blankly as you processed this.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate,” you replied. “Like OnlyFans?”

“Sometimes,” he answered. “Look, I - I’ve done it for a few years, and I guess I’m kinda popular. It’s why a lot of the time, people stay away from me, because it puts them off. Or, they’re embarrassed about recognizing me, which I guess I understand. But anyway, that’s why I was surprised you never said anything or asked me about it. Judging by your reaction, I’m guessing you had no idea.” 

Huh.

“I…really didn’t.” 

It wasn’t that you were judging him - not at all - but living with someone who did that sort of thing brought up all kinds of questions. Eddie’s anxiety returned. 

“Ah, shit. That ruined everything, didn’t it?” He ran his hands through his hair. “I just - It’s how I make money, but it’s not my whole life or anything. But I felt like you should at least know about it if you were gonna live with me.”

“Do you do any of it here?” you asked. Eddie shrugged.

“Sometimes.”

You nodded slowly.

“Like, in the living room or just your room?” His eyes narrowed as he tried to assess how you felt through your line of questioning.

“Uhh - my room. I mean, I guess there was one time on the couch, but for the record I’ve gotten a new couch since then. Oh, and if you move in and don’t want me filming anything here, I won’t. Not even solo stuff. Shit. Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, I just have a pretty casual view on sex and I kind of forget that not everybody -”

“I think I’m okay with this,” you decided. 

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You looked around the beautiful apartment that would save you a crap ton of money, and you realized you couldn't pass this up. Besides, you weren’t a prude. “My last roommates had loud sex all the time, and our walls were so thin it felt like I was intruding, somehow.” Eddie laughed, his anxiety easing slightly. “Plus, I don’t care what you do. I bet it’s good money. As long as I’m not in any of the videos, we’re good to go.”

“Wow,” he responded, stunned. “I honestly didn’t expect you to be so cool about it.” You shrugged.

“Just don’t eat my food and we should be fine,” you concluded. 

“Deal,” he replied. You shook his hand, and thus began your time as Eddie Munson’s roommate.

-

Ohhhh, this was a mistake.

Living with Eddie was a total breeze for the first two months. He was respectful and didn’t talk about work at all unless you asked him about it, which you didn’t. You both were pretty busy people so you didn’t even see each other that often. 

But then, two months in, you got curious and watched one of his videos.

Holy. Shit.

First of all, you couldn’t believe you’d never stumbled across him before in your searches, because he was, like, really popular. He’d undersold himself, for sure. Although, you didn’t watch porn that often (you preferred reading it or listening to it), because usually there was something off about it. Like, the women felt like they were acting, or they weren’t even trying to hide that they were acting and were really bad at it, or the dirty talk was weird, etc etc. 

Eddie’s videos were not like that. 

(Yeah, after the first one you watched a few more).

Look, the man knew what he was doing. He had chemistry with everyone, and something about it was captivating. It’s not like you were getting off to them - that would have been weird - but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you the fuck on.

He hadn’t been lying either about the locations. None of the videos you’d watched were recorded at the apartment. 

You weren’t sure if you would have cared if they had been, though. Like, as long as any shared furniture was cleaned after, it wasn’t a huge deal, right? Pretty much every couch anywhere you go has been used for sex at some point. So, this wasn’t much different.

Anyway, watching Eddie’s videos had been a mistake, because now when you saw him in the morning, pouring himself a cup of coffee in his robe, you knew what he looked like naked.

Fuck.

“Morning,” he said casually. “Want some?” You nodded, and then he took another mug from the cupboard and poured coffee into it for you. When you went to the kitchen counter to grab it from him, his knuckles brushed yours, and you jumped a little at the touch. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice. You went to the fridge and took the creamer from the shelf, then topped off your coffee with it. 

“How’d you sleep?” you asked. 

“Good,” he replied. “Oh, so I’m going to the grocery store in a bit. You need anything?” You took a sip of your coffee before answering. 

“Uhhh, yeah, but I was actually planning on going myself,” you said. 

“We could go together,” he suggested.

You took another sip of coffee as a way to stall, even though it was too hot. You had no reason from his perspective to say no - the two of you had gone on errands together a few times, and it had been fine. Besides, you legitimately had to go to the grocery store, so if you said no and went later it would just look suspicious.

”Sounds good,” you agreed with a smile. He smiled back, then nodded. 

“Great, just let me know when you’re ready.”

You finished your coffee in your room, because being around him was making you nervous. It was so dumb, feeling this way. Nothing had changed. You were the same people you’d been yesterday. Watching that video was an incredibly poor choice, but at the same time, how were you supposed to refrain? You lived with a guy who was famous for getting women off. You wondered how you hadn’t known any of this when you’d first met him, but then pieces came together. The reason he was alone at the party. Why his Instagram was private. Why he didn’t have a roommate. 

When you agreed to move in, you promised yourself you wouldn’t be weird about it, and now here you were, hiding in your room because you were too awkward to maintain small talk with your roommate. 

Eventually, you got dressed and psyched yourself up for what was to come. You just had to get those videos out of your mind, that’s all. 

Easy enough, right?

Wrong!

“Did you listen to the song I sent you yesterday?” he asked as you walked to the car.

“Uh, no, not yet,” you replied. He clutched his heart as if you had broken it, then laughed.

“Okay, well then I guess I know what we’re listening to on the way.”

Once again, all of this should have been easy like it always was. But you couldn’t stop staring at his hands on the steering wheel, the rings on his fingers, and - God forbid - his lips. And his eyes? Forget it. 

“Good song,” you said, staring straight ahead at the road.

“Of course it is, I picked it out,” he teased. You saw him glance at you in your peripheral vision. “Everything okay? You’re quiet today.”

“Everything’s fine,” you blurted out, maybe too quickly to be convincing. 

“Ooookay,” he responded. “Well, I don’t believe you, but you can keep your secrets.”

You remained slightly awkward and flustered around him, particularly any time he touched you. He’d tap you on the shoulder to get your attention, or reach across you to grab a bunch of bananas that you were standing in front of, and it came to a point where you told him you had to go off on your own to grab something just because you knew you were totally giving yourself away. But after a few more minutes to yourself in the chips aisle, you felt relatively normal again. 

Disaster only really struck on the way home. 

“So, this tattoo place on the right,” he said. “That’s where I usually go. The guy who works there is incredible. His designs are sick as hell.”

“How many do you have?” you asked. He scrunched his eyebrows as he thought about it.

“I guess it depends on what you’d count as one,” he replied. “Like, I have almost a half-sleeve on my right arm, but I didn’t get it all done at once.”

“Count them however you’d like.” He thought about it some more, then shrugged. 

“I have a lot of them, and I always want more.” 

“I’ve heard it’s addictive,” you replied. “So, what would you get next?”

“I’m thinking about adding to the one on my thigh,” he answered. 

“The witch?” you asked. He raised his eyebrows. The tattoo on his thigh was pretty iconic, actually. It was a woman on a broomstick with her tits out. Not something you would ever personally get, but Eddie pulled it off. “Are you going to give her a friend? Or a bra?”

Eddie snorted laughing, then covered his mouth in an attempt to stifle it. It didn’t work, and he burst into laughter again.

“Come on, my joke wasn’t that funny,” you said, rolling your eyes. Eddie’s laughter finally faded enough for him to explain. 

“I never told you what the tattoo was,” he informed you. Your eyes widened as you realized your mistake.

“I - um -”

“That’s what’s going on! You looked me up!” he exclaimed. Despite your absolute humiliation, he seemed to only find it amusing. “Don’t get all shy about it. It’s fine. I’m honestly impressed you held out this long.”

“Can we not talk about it?” you asked, trying to awkwardly laugh with him but mostly wishing you were six feet underground. 

“Whatever you want, roomie,” he replied with a grin. “I’m just glad I didn’t do anything wrong.” You bit your lip, then released it.

“No, you did pretty much everything exactly right,” you responded, deciding to lean into the awkward situation. Eddie licked his lips and smirked. 

“Good to hear,” he said, smug. He pulled into your apartment complex, parked the car, and took the keys from the ignition. You felt like you couldn’t breathe in there, so you rushed out of the car and made a beeline for your front door as soon as you were able. He caught up as you worked the lock open, and you could feel his eyes on your shaking hands. “You know, you’re cute when you blush,” he said.

The door unlocked and you pushed it open, but it’s not like the apartment you shared with him was going to be any less charged. You tried to continue acting less nervous than you were. 

“Oh, you’re flirting with me now?” you teased, leaving your keys on the counter. His voice continued behind you.

“I flirt with everyone,” he said. “Sorry, I’ll reel it in. Just, we were talking about -”

“No, I know,” you interrupted. You turned around, deciding to face this situation head on, since you were already knee-deep in it anyway. “Okay, let’s talk about it.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“About what I do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Alright. What do you wanna know?”

You took a deep breath and asked something that you’d been wondering for the last two months.

“Is it weird, knowing that most people you know have seen you naked?” 

Eddie didn’t seem fazed by the question in the slightest - not that you expected him to be. He shrugged.

“I like the way I look,” he replied. “It actually doesn’t bother me at all.” You clicked your tongue to your teeth and asked another question.

“Does anything about it bother you?” To your surprise, he took the question seriously, taking his time as he came up with a response.

“It definitely feels like I live in a different world a lot of the time,” he answered. “Like, I go to work, I meet the person I’m supposed to fuck, and then I do whatever I gotta do to get them off. That’s all it is, really. After a while, it just feels like going through the motions. The excitement isn’t really there anymore. On the other hand, I make a shit ton of money to have sex with beautiful people, so…”

You tried to ignore the way the heat rose to your cheeks as he talked about work. From what you’d seen, it was clear that not one person had faked their enjoyment for him. Of course, it made you a little curious what it would be like, but not curious enough to do anything about it.

At least, not yet.

“You’ve never, like, caught feelings?” you asked. “Or maybe gotten coffee with one of them? Wait, do you ever have sex off camera?”

“Wooow, you’ve really been thinking about this, huh?” he teased, jumping up to sit on the counter beside you. Being next to him was starting to feel comfortable again, now that you were speaking freely. “Uhh, well for starters, I don’t have sex off-camera very often, honestly. My job doesn’t make it that easy to date. And yeah, I’ve met up with partners after if I feel like we’d get along, but I don’t know. It always feels more like friendship than anything else.” You cocked your head curiously.

“But you had sex with them,” you pointed out, confused.

“You’ve never fucked one of your friends before?” he asked. You shook your head. “Oh. Well, like I said, my perception of this kind of thing is a little skewed.”

You nodded slowly, then realized those were all of your main questions. Talking about it actually did make things a whole lot better. 

“Thank you for being so open about it,” you told him.

“Thank you for sticking around,” he replied. “And seriously, you can ask me anything. Or, we can never talk about it again. Up to you.”

“Thanks,” you said with a smile. “I’ll let you know.”

He went off to do his thing and you did yours, and that was that. Things went back to normal again, more or less - at least for another week. 

The problem was, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. When you were trying to sleep at night, your curiosity coursed through you to search his name again, and it became increasingly difficult not to succumb to it. You didn’t want to cross that line, though. It felt like a necessary boundary to have. 

Instead, you did what you usually did. You read, you listened, you pictured things in your head.

Your mind always wandered to your roommate anyway. 

One night, Eddie had left, and he was supposed to be gone until morning. You used it as an opportunity to walk around naked, watch romantic comedies on the couch, and listen to music he’d hate as loudly as you wanted. It was glorious. 

You were in your room dancing in a t-shirt and underwear, and it was turning out to be an excellent night. Eventually, your friend called, so you chatted with her for a bit on speaker phone as you put away your laundry. Naturally, Eddie came up. 

“Okay,” she said. “There’s a really simple solution here, and it’s to fuck your hot Sex-God of a roommate.” You rolled your eyes.

“That’s not simple, and it’s not a solution,” you replied. “And our relationship isn’t like that. I can’t believe you looked him up.”

“Of course I looked him up! One of us had to!” your friend shouted back. “And, can I just say - damn.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you responded with a sigh. “I’m just trying to be…respectful.”

“It sounds like he doesn’t care at all,” your friend noted. “But I get it, I guess. You’re a lot stronger than I’ll ever be.” You laughed.

“Thank you, I think I deserve a medal for going through this while also not having had sex in six months.”

“Absolutely,” your friend agreed. “Alright, girlie, I’m headed to bed. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hung up the phone and hung a few sweaters up in your closet, then walked into the kitchen to grab yourself a drink. The problem was, when you got there, you realized that Eddie had beat you to it.

“Want something?” he asked, bent over into the fridge.

“Fuck!” you yelled, jumping back. “What are you -? Why are you - ? When did you -?” Eddie laughed and grabbed two beers from the fridge, then closed the door and handed you one. 

“Relax,” he said. “My plans fell through so I came home early. I like your pants, by the way.” You looked down at yourself to realize you weren’t wearing any. You chuckled, then pushed him away from you.

“Dick,” you said, cracking the can open. He did the same, and then you clinked your beers together before each taking a sip. “Thank god I’m wearing some clothes. I wasn’t a few hours ago.” 

“That’s hot,” he teased. 

“Shut up.” You turned to go back to your room so you could put real pajamas on, and were confused when he followed you in. 

“Your friend has a point by the way,” Eddie said. You froze in your tracks, then pivoted to face him.

“What?” you asked, your stomach dropping to the floor. “Wait, how much of that conversation did you hear?”

“Uhhh, well I definitely heard that whole last part about me,” he replied. “Six months, by the way? I agree, you do deserve an award for that.” 

Jesus Christ.

“Oh my God I have to move out,” you said. Eddie laughed, then pulled you closer to him by the wrist. You felt your breath hitch at being so close to him. Your eyes met his, and you immediately felt hypnotized. 

“Listen,” he said, his grip on your wrist burning into your skin. “Feel free to tell me to fuck off, but six months is a long time, and I could help out if you wanted.”

“Eddie, are you seriously suggesting…?” The corner of his lip twitched up slightly.

“It wouldn’t mean anything, obviously. I just know you’re curious, and since you’re going through a dry spell or whatever I could be of service. And then it would be out of the way, and you could move on.”

You stared at him, having a million thoughts at once.

Yes, you wanted that very much. The thought of it alone was already making your core ache and throb for him. You knew he would blow your mind, and it had been so long…

Then again, you also knew it was a horrible idea. You both lived together, and having sex would complicate things. Most of all, you knew that - despite what he was saying - it would mean something, and you wouldn’t move on. He could, but you couldn’t. That’s not how it worked for you.

“I can’t,” you said. He nodded and dropped your hand.

“Alright,” he replied casually. “Then you should go fuck someone else so you stop thinking about me.”

“I’m not thinking about -”

“Good night,” he smirked.

He left your room, and you heard him walk to his own room and shut the door. 

He was probably right. You needed to break your dry spell. So, you did what any sensible person would do and re-downloaded Tinder. By the following night, you’d found a suitable guy to hook up with.

You invited him to your apartment instead of going to his, because it felt safer. And Eddie unshockingly had no problems with it, so that wasn’t an issue. He said he was going to stay in his room and listen to music, and to just text him when you were done. 

So…you did that. 

The sex was bad. Like, remarkably bad. The man clearly had relied on his good looks and big dick and felt like that was enough. The worst part was that he thought he was nailing it the whole time. He was only over for about 45 minutes total, after which you told him you had to get to bed. He seemed disappointed, but also he’d just had sex so he wasn’t too bummed about it. 

You texted Eddie, and within a few minutes you heard his door open and his footsteps approaching your room from down the hall. 

“Damn, he’s gone already?” he teased, staring out the window to see your Tinder hook-up driving away. “That’s a shame. I wanted to meet the man that caused you to do the worst fake orgasm sounds I’ve ever heard.” 

“Eddie!” you yelled, wrapping your robe tighter around yourself. “You said you wouldn’t listen!” 

“I got curious! Sue me!” he shouted back. “Now we’re even. Curiosity got the best of both of us.”

You stared at him for a moment, then realized he was right. You sighed.

“Fine,” you said. “Thanks for recommending I do that, by the way. Now my body count is higher and my dignity is shattered.” Eddie laughed.

“Body counts are bullshit anyway,” he replied. “Sorry he couldn’t get you there.”

“Guys usually can’t,” you told him. Which was true - you mainly could only come using toys, and most guys seemed intimidated at the idea of using them. Like it was emasculating or something.

“I bet I could,” Eddie said with a smirk.

“I bet you could, too,” you agreed. “I’m gonna go shower.”

“Have fun,” he teased. You rolled your eyes and made your way to the bathroom. 

Showering did clear your mind a bit, but made you no less sexually frustrated. You tried to touch yourself, but weren’t getting anywhere, so you just got yourself clean instead. You put a fresh pair of underwear on and wrapped your robe around yourself, then headed back to your room. 

Eddie was right beside your door - leaning against the wall, arms crossed. He eyed you up and down, then took a step towards you.

“I have a question,” he said. 

“Um, okay.”

“Have you ever gotten off to my videos?” 

He asked it so casually, you needed a minute to even comprehend what he was saying, and even longer to realize he wasn’t kidding.

“Eddie, what the hell?” you replied. You tried to maintain your composure, but your attempts were futile. Especially when he looked at you like that. 

“I’ve just been wondering,” he continued. “Curiosity, that’s all.” You swallowed. 

“Not to any of your videos,” you answered. 

“To the thought of me?”

Yes. Not intentionally, but yes.

Your breathing became shaky, his words enough to get you worked up again.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice soft. 

“I’m helping you out,” he responded. “Salvaging your night.” He hooked his finger into the tie around your waist, then tugged you even closer to him. “I mean, if you want me to. The offer is there.”

Fuck it. You were tired of fighting your attraction to him. You nodded. 

“Okay,” you said. “Let’s just get it over with.” He smiled. “How do we start? Should I lie down? Is there anything off limits? What do I-”

“Don’t think about it,” he said, answering your line of questioning by silencing you. “Get on the bed.” He let go of you so you could walk into your room and follow his orders. You watched him rub his hands together and crack his knuckles as if he was getting ready to go to work - which made sense, all things considered. Then, he followed your footsteps to your bed and made his way towards you until he was settled beside you.

His hand trailed up your body until it settled in your hair. He gripped it tightly so he could angle your head to the side, then leaned over and pressed light kisses to your neck that sent shivers down your spine. 

“Do you like things on the gentle side or more rough?” he asked against your skin. 

“Healthy mix of both,” you answered. He hummed in approval, then licked a stripe up your neck until his lips were to your ear. 

“Talk to me during, okay?” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

Okay, this was officially worth it no matter the consequences.

“I like what you’re doing,” you responded. You felt his mouth return to where it had been before, except this time he found a sensitive spot and sucked on it. You gasped, so he did it again, harder. 

“Hickies?” he asked. 

“I’d rather not have them, but also please don’t stop,” you muttered. Your eyes fluttered closed as you enjoyed the sensations. His lips were soft but firm, and every point of contact with him felt like it was on fire.

“I can work with that.” 

While he continued kissing and nipping at your neck, his hand left your hair to snake down and pull the tie on your robe until it was undone. 

You expected him to take your robe off like he was unwrapping a gift - quickly and without precision - but instead he took his time with you. He was slow and deliberate with every action, opening you beneath him little by little and addressing each new exposed part of you before moving on and continuing. He groped at one of your breasts while kissing you, then kissed down your neck and to your other breast. His lips settled on your left nipple while his fingers worked the right one - pinching, sucking, biting, driving you absolutely crazy. 

“Fuck,” you moaned. “N-need more.” He released your nipple from his mouth with a pop.

“More what?”

“Everything,” you whined. You would have been embarrassed by how into this you were, but you were too busy enjoying to feel anything other than pleasure. “More. Harder.”

“Mmm,” he said. He adjusted his technique, now grasping at you more intensely. He grabbed the soft skin at your waist and squeezed, then curled around to cradle your lower back. His lips returned to your neck, and this time he bit and sucked so hard you let out a yelp.

“Too much?” he asked, leaning back to gauge the look on your face.

“No,” you responded. “I love it.” He nodded and got back to it, continuing to suck at your pulse point while his knee dipped between your thighs to push them apart. He bent his leg to slowly drag his knee up until it reached your center. It rubbed against you, hard, causing you to let out a gasp.

“Oh, shit,” you said, your voice desperate. “Do that again.” So he did, and then you found yourself grinding against his knee at your own pace. You were definitely going to leave a wet spot on his jeans, but he didn’t seem to care. Your breathing picked up, and you clutched at his hand so you could lead it to the band of your panties. He slid his fingers beneath the fabric and down your slit, spreading you open and exploring the parts of you most slick with desire. He circled your clit while he kissed your collarbone, slipped one finger inside you as he bit at your breast, then added a second finger and rolled them inside you until they found the soft, spongy spot that caused your eyes to roll back in your head. His mouth latched onto your nipple, tongue circling it in time with his thumb down below. You rocked your hips against his hand, needing more pressure. You needed him to fuck you, actually, but he seemed to be in no rush of doing so. 

Your stomach tightened as you felt yourself rising for him. He was going to make you come already, when he hadn’t even been touching you for that long. 

Suddenly, you were cresting over the edge. It happened so fast you didn’t have time to prepare or warn Eddie, although he seemed to know it was happening before you did. 

You gasped and moaned and cried out his name, your vision completely blacked out. Your hips continued to buck and your legs started shaking. Eventually, the waves crashed and you were centered in your body again. 

“Okay, wow,” you said breathlessly. 

“That was too easy,” he responded. You scoffed. 

“Yeah, yeah, you win,” you replied. “You’re just as amazing in bed as you look like you would be-”

“No,” he continued. “I mean - that was too easy, and I like a challenge, so I’m gonna see how many times I can make you do that.”

Within seconds, he was making his way down your body, pulling your underwear off of you, grabbing your ankles, and tugging your body towards him. He laid your legs on either side of his shoulders and dove his head between your thighs, kissing the spot that was still extremely sensitive. It was overstimulating, but felt so good you wouldn’t dare ask him to stop. He ate you out like he was poisoned and you were the antidote. He plunged his tongue into your hole as his hands spread you apart as far as you’d go. He kissed back up to your clit and settled there, teeth latching around it gently. Then, his fingers slid back inside you, and he continued to suck on you, and somehow you were already going to come again. One of your hands found purchase in his hair, and you pulled his head against you even more. The other hand clutched the sheets beside you desperately, crumpling them into a fist as you unraveled against his mouth. 

You hadn’t even realized how tightly your thighs were clenching around his head until you released him, but he didn’t move from where he’d been. He continued finger-fucking you and flicking his tongue side to side against your clit all the way through your orgasm and beyond. There was no recovery period or moment of relaxation. It hurt to have him there, a little bit, but not in a bad way. He bit at the fleshy part of your thigh so he had a second to catch his breath, but kept kissing you everywhere he had access and treating your body like it was his most precious belonging. 

Because in that moment, you did belong to him. 

Your third orgasm immediately followed the second. It was like he was destroying you - breaking down every wall you’d ever put up leaving you an absolute mess underneath him. His motions slowed, ever in tune with your body. It was like he could read your mind. 

“Holy shit,” you whispered. He sat up straight and removed his fingers from you, immediately putting them in his mouth to suck them clean. “You’re really good at that.” He grinned, his mouth and chin shining. 

“It’s my favorite part,” he replied. “Are you tapping out?”

“No, I -” Your head was spinning, but you absolutely did not want this to stop. “I just need a minute.” He chuckled, wiped his mouth, then pressed a quick kiss to your ankle. He moved your legs off him and back onto the bed, and then he laid down beside you and joined you in staring at the ceiling. 

“So,” he said, his hands clasped on his stomach. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you replied. Your gaze traveled down his stomach to the very noticeable bulge in his jeans. “So, oral really does it for you, huh?” Eddie turned to see your eyes fixed on his crotch. He exhaled sharply - the start of a laugh - then nodded. 

“Yeah. I’m good at it and I like it. But, I don’t know whether I’m good at it because I like it or if I like it because I’m good at it.”

“A real chicken versus egg kind of thing,” you said. He laughed. 

“Exactly.” 

“What else do you like?” you asked. 

“Hmm?” He seemed genuinely confused by the question.

“I mean, what else do you like? Not considering your partner’s pleasure, just your own.” He narrowed his eyes.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because we’re about to have sex,” you replied.

“Are we?” he teased. You rolled your eyes.

“Answer me,” you told him. “I want it to be good for you, too.”

“But that wasn’t the deal,” he countered, sitting up. “I’m doing this for you, not me.”

“Why can’t it be both?” He still looked at you as if you weren’t making any sense at all. “Eddie, come on. Just tell me what you like. You’ve never been shy about sex stuff in the past, clearly -”

“I like being bit,” he answered quickly. “Especially on the neck and lips. And, like, the crook of my elbow for some reason?” You nodded, urging him to continue. He sighed, then laid back down beside you. “I like the idea of someone using me just to get off - degradation, treating me like I’m nothing, all that jazz.”

“The idea of it?” you repeated, turning on your side to face him. “You’ve never tried it?”

“Not really,” he responded. “I’m kinda known for the soft-dom thing I have going on, so that’s usually what I end up doing.” 

“Hmm.” You thought about his answer in the silence that followed, until he spoke again.

“You know what’s weird?”

“What?”

“Nobody’s really asked me that before.”

You looked at him, completely baffled at the situation. This poor man had only focused on his partners this whole time. No wonder he’d grown jaded to it.

“It’s been a minute,” you said. “I think I’m ready to keep going.”

“Yeah, okay.”

You could visibly see him shift back into work-mode. His eyes lit up and focused in on you again, and his hands went to his belt buckle to unfasten it. You sat up and kneeled on the bed, then helped him take his pants and boxers off and tossed them to the floor. You shimmied your robe off your shoulders and let that fall to the floor as well. He sat up in the bed with his back to the headboard so he could take his shirt off, and now you were both completely naked.

Woah.

You stared at his body, mesmerized by all the ink in his skin. You traced a finger delicately over the tattoos on his chest, shoulders, and forearms. He watched you appreciatively, a soft smile on his face, his expression peaceful. You reached over to your bedside table drawer and grabbed a condom from the box you kept there.

Then, you straddled him. 

“Hey, wait -” he said. “Look, I know what you wanna do for me, but it’s probably not gonna happen. Like, I don’t usually come from sex unless I help myself out.”

You kind of saw that in one of the videos. He’d been going with this one woman for like a half hour straight and nothing.

“I want to try,” you told him. He still didn’t look convinced. “Come on, you think only porn stars are good in bed?”

“I just don’t want you to feel bad if -”

You leaned in and kissed him, hungrily, your hands tangling in his hair. Yeah, he’d taken care of you, but you were far from satiated. You wanted him badly, and you wanted to make him feel just as good as he’d made you feel.

You could still taste yourself on his swollen lips, and that’s when you realized the two of you had never actually kissed before. You broke from him, concerned that you’d crossed a line.

“Sorry, I should have asked if kissing is okay first -”

He was kissing you again before you could even get your sentence out. His arms went around your waist, hugging you tightly until your chest was against his. You tugged on his hair, hard, and felt him smirk against your lips. 

He was growing impossibly hard beneath you, which only encouraged you to keep going.

You clawed against his back and his mouth opened up for you. You used this as an opportunity to suck his bottom lip into your mouth before biting it. 

He whimpered, which was just about the hottest sound you’d ever heard.

Your mouth traveled down his jaw and to his neck, where you gave him the same treatment he’d given you.

“Careful,” he managed to say (though his voice was weak). “I can’t be marked up for work.” You nodded, then grazed your teeth across his skin. He gasped, the grip of his hands tightening on your waist. You kissed him and bit him and sucked him on both sides of his neck, leaving no spot behind and making sure you didn’t stay in one place for too long. Eventually, you felt yourself craving him again - this time, you wanted all of him. 

Your hips rocked against his erection, and you knew it was game over the moment his bare cock slid up your folds. You moaned, then reached for the condom beside you so he could put it on. You shifted yourself a bit further down on his lap as he rolled it down his length, and then your eyes caught the tattoo on his thigh that started this whole thing - the witch, in all her glory.

“She’s looking right at it,” you said, your eyes fixed to the design. Eddie huffed out a breathy laugh. 

“Yeah, uhh -” he began, flustered. “It’s her - shit, okay - it’s supposed to be a joke where she’s looking at my dick because my dick is a magic wand, but that’s dorky as shit so usually when people ask I just joke that it’s because she’s a voyeur.” You smiled, then shook your head. 

“So, why tell me the truth then?” you asked. “What makes me different?” You looked at his blown out pupils, deep brown and infinite, and wondered why you’d spent so much time trying not to look into them. Maybe because now that you’d done it, you weren’t sure you could ever stop.

“I don’t know,” Eddie answered. “I don’t know why you’re different.” 

You maintained eye contact as you lifted yourself up and lined his cock with your entrance, and then you slowly let him sink into you. 

Oh.

The immediate stretch was incredible. Eddie was well-endowed and thick, and it was going to take a little work to fit him completely inside you. You started slowly, lifting yourself up and down - all the while, your eyes stayed fixed to his. 

His hand snaked between you to rub your clit slowly, getting you wetter and allowing you to accommodate his size better. You moaned loudly, unable to stop yourself, then began bouncing at a faster pace. 

You kissed his forehead, the sweat on his brow leaving your lips slightly salty. Then, you kissed the spot right next to his eyes, his cheek, his jaw, before finally reaching his lips again. 

Hungry. That was the best word to describe it. It felt like the two of you had each never wanted anything more in your lives as much as you wanted each other. He bottomed out inside you, and you began to lift yourself up and crash back down, slowly, but with force. 

“Faster,” he muttered. “Please, faster.” His voice was breathy and weak. A part of you wanted to tease him more - you wanted to drive him crazy and then watch him explode, just as he’d done to you. But the other part of you wanted exactly what he wanted, so you obliged. 

You started to ride him faster, rolling your hips in such a way where he was hitting the spot inside you that made you scream his name and pull his hair without abandon. He continued to work your clit until - somehow - you felt yourself building up to yet another orgasm. 

“Fuck,” you whined, continuing to fuck him exactly as you’d been doing. “I’m gonna come again.”

He whimpered your name, and then his words became incomprehensible. But you wouldn’t have been able to hear them anyway, because pretty soon you were coming so hard you were transported through space and time. Seriously, the feeling was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. He was taking up all the space in your body and your mind. 

“You’re so good, Eddie,” you said. Your words were muffled against his mouth, but you knew he understood them. “So fucking good.”

Your motions slowed down, and you started to make your way back to the room. He was staring at you, his eyes no longer piercing. They were soft and vulnerable instead.

“I’m sorry I didn’t -”

“That one was for me,” you interrupted. “This next one's for you.”

“What-?”

Your lips crashed into his again. You’d gotten your fill - more than your fill, actually - and now you just had one goal. 

Make Eddie Munson come. 

Easy enough, you figured. He’d given you more than enough clues to tell you how. With his dick still deep inside you, you kissed down his neck to his shoulder, then lifted his arm so you could make your way to the crook of his elbow. You sucked at the tender, sensitive skin. His eyes widened.

“Oh, fuck,” he said. You smirked, then dropped his arm and promptly fucked him as fast and rough as you possibly could. 

Eddie threw his head back in ecstasy, groaning and grunting and continuing to talk under his breath - only this time you were able to understand some of it. 

“Holy fucking shit…Jesus Christ…Just like that…”

Most of it was curse words. 

His fingers dug into your ass as he guided your hips exactly the way he needed them to go, and then all of a sudden he was twitching beneath you, his hands flexing, his jaw dropped. He desperately pressed open-mouthed kisses against your collarbone and breasts, holding you flush to him as you milked him for all he was worth. 

His breathing slowed, his face still buried in your tits. Finally, he leaned back so he could look up at you. You smiled and waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. He just kissed you instead - this time lightly and without urgency behind it. 

You let him slip out of you, then collapsed beside him, completely blissed out. He stayed seated and upright, although he did take the condom off and dropped it in the trash next to the bed. His eyes had turned pensive, his eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“Everything okay?” you asked. 

“No,” he replied, staring straight ahead.

“What’s wrong?” He shrugged. 

“I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I felt like that.” You cocked your head in confusion.

“And that’s a problem?” you wondered. You maybe would have freaked out had you not just had four orgasms - Instead, you were just concerned.

“I don’t know.”

His head turned until you could see his expression fully, and you noticed there was a hint of a smile on his face. 

“Um, is there anything I can do to help?” you asked. 

“Yeah.” He grabbed your hand and took a deep breath. “You wanna go on a date with me?”

(Part 2)

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pairing: incubus!grimmjow jaegerjacquez x f!reader

word count: 3.8k

about: the ravenous desire of your roommate never seems to abate despite the late nights he spends outside of the comfort of your apartment. when he approaches you, the truth comes out. can you fulfill the appetite of an incubus?

contents: nsfw - mdni. cw dark content - dubcon, somnophilia. brief mention of masturbation (f), unprotected penetrative sex (piv), light degradation (slut/slutty), creampie, possessiveness. reader is only partially awake/aware through the fic and assumes she's dreaming.

notes: part of thot-o-ween 2023! yall ever wanted to fuck a cat boy demon before bc i know i have and here he is in all his weirdo glory. what i love about doing this is that it rly forces me out of my element (writing more smut bc historically i haven't enjoyed writing it all that much) and exploring new/darker concepts i haven't always felt like i have the ability to write.

hopefully this is something everyone can enjoy! thank you for reading ♡

Since you signed your lease nine months ago, you’ve always had a standing agreement with your strange roommate Grimmjow.

“If you need anything, just knock on my door and I’ll be there.”

You aren’t sure why you felt compelled to offer your time or support to the man in the first place - perhaps it was your too tender heart taking one roving glance over him and realizing that he simply looked like he needed someone. Eyes like a predator, narrowed and a sharp, angular frame in an oversized t-shirt. You met him through an online post looking for a roommate and desperation, and the end of your relationship, gave you no option but to accept. The situation appeared too fortuitously for you to turn it down.

The past nine months have gone as swimmingly as one could expect living with a stranger would, though. 

He comes and goes without much fuss but if you are honest with yourself - you find some of his habits strange. You try not to think too hard about them, after all you’re just his roommate and he owes you no explanation, but there are times where you wonder why he skulks late at night. When he comes home after these late night adventures, you always notice him looking rested the next day and it has never made sense to you. The dark circles under his eyes seem to magically abate and his posture fixes itself, walking tall and strong across the scuffed wooden floors the two of you share.

Aside from this, though - he pays his half of the rent on time, he manages to clean up after himself as well as you can expect, and he asks you no questions about who you are or what you’re doing with your life.

Until tonight, strangely enough.

“What are you gettin’ up to tonight?” 

Grimmjow’s voice is a growl more so than anything else, as long as you’ve known him it has been this way, but it sounds different. Lower, perhaps. You tip your head to the side and offer a half smile, shrugging and letting the collar of your oversized t-shirt fall off of your shoulder enough to expose the flesh beneath it.

“Weather’s supposed to be shitty so I’m staying in. Same as usual.” 

He hums his answer, stretching his legs to place his feet on the table across from the couch where you both sit. You take a moment to look over him - blue eyes and hair to match. You’ve never asked him if the hair color is natural, assuming the opposite is true, but you have never seen a hint of dark brown or blonde growing out of his head. 

In fact, there’s a lot of things you’ve never seen him do but you’ve always just assumed he does them at night while he’s out but you try too hard not to think about it. The two of you have a no questions asked policy, at least silently you’ve agreed to one but you bite further, breaking your own internal code to pry for details.

“How about you?”

Shifting where he sits, he puts his arms up over his head and readjusts his legs, one foot resting on top of the other. You watch his shift in posture, eyes trailing up long legs and admiring the way his bicep bulges with the angle his arm is bent at. It’s strange but you’ve never taken the time to really look at your roommate in all these months but now that you are.

He’s pretty hot. 

You look away quickly, hoping you weren’t caught in the act of boundary bouncing, placing your hands in your lap primly and he smirks, settling into the couch behind him with a few wiggles of his shoulders. He takes his turn looking at you, a smile you’re trying to hide and hair still damp after getting out of the shower, and he wonders how you haven’t caught onto him yet. This isn’t the first time he has eyed you with those blazing, partially sunken eyes but you feel the intensity of it this time and tuck your shoulders forward to hide the embarrassment of being seen.

“Might stick around,” he sniffs and wrinkles his nose. “Feelin’ kinda hungry though.”

Instantly, you beam. Perhaps this could be a good way for the two of you to actually get to know each other since you have never really shared a meal with the man outside of shitty pizza on the nights you’ve stayed up late enough to greet him before he leaves and doesn’t return until sunrise. 

“I can make us some dinner if you wanna stick around? If not, I get it, it’s not supposed to get super bad out until later.”

What you don’t realize is that the hunger he’s speaking of is something very different than what can be sated by what you’re offering. Despite this, for a brief moment, he considers it and you watch him do so. He licks his bottom lip, pink tongue darting out and takes one of his hands off of the back of his head  to rub his thumb in the wet trail left behind by the motion.

“Nah, I gotta do a couple things.”

Heat you’ve never felt before crawls up the back of your neck and you look away again. You’re flustered, the effortless eroticism of whatever just happened making your skin feel itchy, and he chuckles. 

What could possibly be so funny? 

You think of the question but don’t say it aloud, almost embarrassed at his reaction to you. Did you misread his suggestion? Did you just make the next three months of your lease unbearably awkward? 

Grimmjow takes his feet off the table and places them on the ground, leaning forward and your gaze falls on the forward bend of his spine and the way the overgrown hair at the nape of his neck curls slightly. 

Why are your eyes so drawn to him today? It feels as though it takes all of your self control just to look away but you manage to, cheeks warm and hairline dappled with sweat. This feeling is strange in a way that you lack the words to explain and you keep your eyes trained on the ground even as he stands up and stretches, his shirt exposing the bottom of his abdomen.

“I’ll take you up on your offer another night, though.”

Flicking your eyes upward, you catch the sliver of tanned skin just above his waistline and another rash of heat crawls across your face. Your mouth is dry and you nod, lifting your face enough to give him an uncertain and forced smile.

“You alright?” Again, you nod. It’s all you can do right now until you have a sip of water or get some air or…something. He smirks and gives you a sidelong glance as he heads toward the door.

“Get some fresh air, it might make you feel better.”

Your face heats further knowing that he can tell what’s happening to you but he makes no other comment. The sound of him slipping on his jacket and boots fills the otherwise quiet apartment and he opens the door hoping he can find something to sate this appetite before he comes home and makes it your problem.

Judging by how you reacted to him tonight, though, you may not be all that upset if he does make it your problem but that’s a boundary to be tested another time.

“Fuck,” you whimper with your lip tucked between your teeth, the squelching of your fingers working in and out of your own sopping cunt filling your bedroom interspersed with whines and moans both from you and the little video on your phone.

The moment Grimm left, the heat became unbearable. You thought about taking your shorts off right on the couch and letting your fingers explore but held yourself back, instead taking a few minutes to walk around, have something to drink, to see if the need started to feel less intense.

After several minutes of intense pacing, you decided to take care of the issue yourself. Sure, it’s perverted and wrong to feel this turned on simply by taking a good hard look at your damn near otherworldly roommate but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him and after this you’ll go back to keeping your distance.

Letting your fingers dip further inside of you, you gasp, mouth forming the first letter of his name. Immediately you freeze, shocked that you’d be so brazen despite the apartment being empty, and you shut your eyes tightly and silently work yourself toward orgasm with someone else’s pleas for more playing through the speaker on your phone. 

A little whimper is all you manage, walls clenching around your digits. It isn’t the best you’ve ever had but it isn’t the worst either and it seems like enough for now to help your racing heartbeat calm down to something more manageable. Withdrawing your fingers with a deep breath, filling your lungs completely before emptying them in the same fashion by exhaling, you roll over onto your side, locking and tossing your phone on the bedside table. 

What the fuck just happened? What the fuck has this entire evening been?

Chuckling at the absurdity of the past few hours, you reach around blindly for something to wipe your sticky hand on and settle on the t-shirt you discarded earlier. You know you need to get up but you feel pleasantly dazed instead, wiping your fingers and keeping your heavy eyes shut. 

Free from embarrassment and far less wound up, you start to doze. The room is cool and the fall storm the news warned you about blows outside, the gentle sound of thunder lulling you into an unexpected but much needed rest. 

You don’t know how much time has passed when you hear a knock, knock, knock at your cracked bedroom door.

Eyes fluttering open just enough to see Grimmjow standing in the doorway, you shut and open them just to make sure you’re really seeing what you’re seeing. It’s too dark to make out all of him but your blurry eyes scan his face, noticing his cheeks look almost hollow and the same deep dark circles beneath his eyes before he left tonight look darker and heavier. 

“Grimm?” You ask and his response is a low growl, footsteps echoing through your quiet room as he pads toward the edge of your bed. “Are you okay?”

He stalks like a predator across the floor, making methodical and swift footfalls at the foot of your bed. You sit up, forgetting that you fell asleep completely nude, and his pacing stops when his eyes settle on your exposed breasts, your blanket bunched beneath them.

“I’m hungry,” he repeats just as he did earlier and you are too tired to figure out what he means. Giggling, you still haven’t noticed the way he eyes you hungrily, stiffened nipples grabbing his attention and keeping it. 

“Couldn’t find anything good to eat while you were out?”

Your words are a jumble, something that would make sense to no one else but the man who has lived with you for 9 months who has figured out your morning sleepy voice and the way it all blurs together. He approaches the edge of your bed and sits down, watching you lay back down and settle against your comforter.

“Nothing sounded good,” he admits, flipping around and crawling on all fours up the bed. You’re so sweet and disarmed, rain pattering on the windowpane while your chest rises and falls and your eyes fight to stay shut. “Definitely not as good as what’s at home.”

You giggle again, eyes closed so you don’t notice the way the distance between the two of you closes further. His body is large but lithe and each movement sends him closer and closer to you until he catches the scent of something familiar.

Arousal. 

He grins, feral and large, crawling the extra few inches to fully envelop you. Caging you in with his arms, your eyes open and see his face inches from yours, his bare chest almost pressing against your own.

“What are you doing?”

The question doesn’t seem alerted or concerned, just curious, and sleepy you reaches out to brush your fingers down the defined bicep holding him up. He chuckles and the sound makes the same heat you felt hours ago crawl up your neck and that’s the moment you realize something is different about him. Your hackles raise slightly and you sit up but he pushes you back down gently, hand splayed between your breasts.

“You said I could come to you for anything I needed, right?”

Despite the fact his hand feels so hot it could burn a hole straight through your body, you nod. You offered yourself months ago and he had yet to take advantage of your kindness. Leaning down, he watches your eyes fully open and presses his forehead to yours.

“I need you,” he mutters and your eyes meet his. A storm of blue, a flurry of something you have never seen before. He groans, almost looking pained and you gasp and hold onto his bicep. You can put two and two together, intelligent and alert enough to manage that much, and your hand slides over where his palm rests on your chest. 

“Like this?” You ask, sliding his hand from the space between your breasts to cupping one of them and he nearly growls feeling your skin beneath his fingers. His thumb dances over your hardened nipple and you gasp, shivering beneath him.

“Bet you never thought you’d end up with somethin’ like me in your apartment,” he taunts, hand tracing down your body, mapping out your stomach and hips. You don’t think much of his words, lost to the sensation of being touched and the heat incinerating all rational thought inside of you, but one word catches your interest and you repeat it.

“Don’t you mean someone?”

Another chuckle shakes his body, his fingers caressing your thigh. He shakes his head where it’s pressed against yours and you can only watch when he licks his lips again just as he did earlier, the motion making your head spin.

“Nah, I’m a somethin’.”

With this, he wants to stop further questioning and he leans in to kiss you. By this point your mind should be catching up, alert and awake, but you aren’t convinced this isn’t some kind of strange horny dream you managed to conjure up so you kiss him back eagerly. The wet sound of lips smacking together in a frenzy fills the room, tongues sliding against one another and you even yelp when he nips at your lower lip, sucking the fullness of it into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, hand that was tracing across your thighs now pushing them open. He paws at your still slick pussy, a thick finger slipping between your lips with little resistance. He revels in the feeling of your hot arousal, smearing it around your hole and rubbing little circles around your clit rather than on it that make you whimper.

“Grimm,” you pant and he only chuckles, a second digit joining the first in spreading your wetness. The pressure of the two fingers makes your hips buck, desperate for more.

“You've been having fun without me? Sure feels like it.”

Puzzled, you wonder what he means until you realize that he can insert a finger inside of you without any resistance, still worked open from your previous attempts to get yourself off. Walls clenching around the single digit, he groans into your ear. Your warmth feels luxurious, like silk. It’s more than he could have ever hoped for.

“I don’t mind,” he continues massaging your walls with his finger in the way only an expert can. You surely must be dreaming, none of your other partners have ever been this skilled with just their fingers, and you let yourself have this moment. What’s the worst that could happen? “Gettin’ this eager little pussy all ready for me is almost too nice of you.”

The words are filthy and they make you whine, hips bucking against his hand and where it rests over the top of your pelvis. You’re greedy, desperate for more. He could do just about anything to you right now and you know that you’d let him, drooling pussy leaking down his finger.

“You want more? Tired of feelin’ so empty?”

The slow rolls of your hips tell him all he needs to know and he uses his free hand to slip out of the sweatpants he wore into your bedroom, cock already hard and leaving a wet spot on the front of them. He rolls his eyes, tossing them aside as fluidly as he can while still keeping you full of his fingers.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna give you what we both need. Gonna fill this fuckin’ slutty pussy up, give you what you were almost beggin’ me for earlier.”

Ah yes, that. Even dream you can’t escape the embarrassment of his effect on you in the living room but you let the feeling go, instead focusing on how good it feels every time the pad of his finger brushes against the spot deepest inside of you that your own fingers could never reach. 

“I want it,” you admit aloud. He smirks, finger withdrawing from you and making you whine. Your body feels as hot as it did hours ago and twice as wound up, clit throbbing from lack of attention. Blood pulses in your ears and you look up, witnessing the way he’s coating his shaft in his own precum with a gasp.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna fill you up just like you need,” he coos, it’s so condescending but you hardly notice, too busy reveling in the way it feels when the fat head of his cock brushes through your folds. You don’t have to think about anything right now and you embrace the feeling, allowing him control. 

What he doesn’t mention is that he needs it even more than you do, the maw inside of him demanding that he slip inside of you just like he is now.

He shudders, body tensing as he sheaths himself inside of you in one sharp movement, your breath catching in your throat when his balls slap against your ass. He’s so impossibly deep and despite how wet and opened up you are, your cunt stretches deliciously to accommodate his girth. 

Again, this has to be a dream. Nothing in real life could ever feel this good and your toes curl, spread legs shifting to link at the ankles and wrap around his waist. You feel the firmness of his ass against your calves as he grinds into you, the gentleness ending as quickly as it started when he draws his hips back completely and thrusts back inside of you in one swift motion.

Your back arches off of the bed and he drinks in the sight of you, flashes of lightning outside allowing enough light to leak in to give him a good look at everything he has been vying to see. The knot inside of him slowly starts to untangle, his furious pace making your body bounce up the bed and he wonders why he waited this long to just give in.

Perhaps he’s losing his touch after years. He could’ve just snuck in and taken you any evening he wanted to, you wouldn’t be the first he’d done it to given his nearly unquenchable thirst, but he wanted you to want it too. To want him. To give yourself to him.

He chuckles like a wild man, leaning over your body and kissing you again while holding your hips in place to fuck you wildly.

“Takin’ me so well I might have to make you all mine,” he offers and you moan, clenching around him. So you liked that, he takes a note. You like being wanted, you like being taken. He knew it from the moment he saw you but he always loves it when a gut feeling is confirmed. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Lettin’ an incubus use your pussy whenever he wants like a slut, right?”

Your eyes widen at the word. Incubus - you recall reading some asinine online story about a woman who swore she’d been fucked by one years ago but again, this is your weird dream about your abnormally hot roommate so you don’t question it. 

“Yeah, I love it Grimm,” you whisper against his mouth, tongue too heavy to say much else. You’ve never felt like this before, body singing and silky walls clinging to his cock, and you’re ready to let yourself start the endless freefall of pleasure, eyes shutting tightly while he grunts above you.

“That’s right, I can feel it. You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

Keeping your eyes screwed shut, you only nod and he lets you grind against his pelvis, clit brushing the dusting of blue hair at the base of his cock. It’s soft and silky and it’s just what you need, friction spurring you further into bliss as you cum with a shout, eyes shooting open.

This isn’t a dream, you realize suddenly, feeling Grimm’s cock drilling in and out of you at a breakneck pace. You are in your bed, thunder rolling outside, your phone on the bedside table, your body bouncing with every thrust. Your blue haired roommate hovers just above you, face twisted in pleasure while glancing down at where the two of you are joined, the slick sound of your pussy bringing you to reality.

This is really happening and honestly, you just..let it. 

Reaching for Grimmjow, you card your fingers through his hair, and he lets his eyes flutter closed. Your fingers dance through the same short hair at the nape of his neck you were admiring hours earlier and he grunts, hips stilling. Using both hands to hold you in place, he fills your eager cunt full of his creamy release and you moan along with him.

Unceremoniously, he slumps forward and your chests touch. You giggle and kiss his forehead, looking down to see him looking far better than he did when he entered your room. His eyes don’t gleam dangerously anymore and the dark circles seem to have sorted themselves out, his face resting on the top of your breast.

“Hey Grimm?”

He looks up, surprised you’re alert enough to even let that much come out of your mouth. 

“Everything you said…”

You don’t have to elaborate further, he’s aware of what you’re asking. Is it true? Did he admit what he really is, what the source of his appetite is?

“Yup.”

You don’t ask for further explanation and he doesn’t plan on giving it, content to let you run your fingers through his hair as the storm rages outside.

[writing-until-i-drop]

can you drop the buddy werewolf throuple fic? the one with three parts!

Jennnnnnaaaaaaa,

You really had to ask for this one, even though throuples give you the ick. And it's 4 parts, thank you very much.

But it's my own fault for telling you I was doing a wip game so here we go. The following is part of a fully plotted 4 book series I'll probably never finish of a buddie werewolf au throuple fic

“Uncle Bobby, I think I have a problem,” Nellie ran a hand over her face, the exhaustion of the full moon last night hitting her. On her desk was a stack of term papers that needed grading and she had an hour until she needed to meet with her next class for their written final. “Julia turned with the moon last night and I don’t know what to do, I thought she was a witch like me and Ava.” Nellie’s youngest daughter had shocked the shit out of her and wrecked her couch, luckily as a full blooded witch with control of her powers and knowledge of wolves, she was able to contain the situation but that didn’t mean she was itching to do it again next month.

“Are you still planning on moving out here when the semester ends?” Nellie had been approached by the Jamison College, her alma mater, to join their history department, which meant uprooting her and her daughters, and moving to California. She had been hesitant to take the job but now that Julia had turned out to be a werewolf, things were different. Julia would need a pack and Nellie would rather die than let their father’s pack claim Julia. 

“Yeah, the plan was to wait a month but I don’t want her to have another transition surrounded by people who don’t know what they’re doing, AKA me.” Nellie had officially received guardianship of her siblings when she was twenty, even though she had started petitioning the day she turned eighteen, to protect them from their father. She had gone to college classes at night while in high school, completed her degree online through Jamison while working two jobs to prove that she was financially stable enough to support her siblings. It had been hard but it was worth it.

Nellie had been sixteen when her mother disappeared without a trace, making her the only mother Ava and Julia remembered since they had been four and one years old. It had been twelve years, Ava had shown signs of magic at six, which had been interesting to deal with to say the least, and Julia had just started coming around to the idea that she hadn’t inherited wolf or witch genes, and Nellie was sure her hair would start turning grey any time now. 

“Why don’t I drive down there, help you pack, and then you three can stay with us until you find a place?” 

“My lease starts on the 20th but I would appreciate the help if you’re sure,” Bobby had been trying to make up for not being around more ever since he got clean but coming back to Minnesota was difficult for him. “Though, I can handle the packing and moving part. I’ve got two strong girls and a little magic I can use.” 

“Are you sure?” Nellie was sure he must have been relieved despite the concern in his voice. It was nice having someone who showed a paternal instinct in her life but Nellie didn’t feel comfortable assuming Bobby was going to help or even wanted to, no matter what he said. 

“I am, I’ll let you know when we’re all packed up. I can also book a hotel room or an AirBnB or-”

“No, no, you should stay with us. I’d love to have the three of you stay with us, I’ll talk to Athena and we’ll figure it out.” Athena had met Nellie and the girls over FaceTime after the wedding when Bobby called to tell them the news, so they weren’t complete strangers but still, it might be weird going from living hundreds of miles apart to living under the same roof. 

“Tell her I’ll understand if she’s not comfortable with us staying but what should I do about Julia?” Bobby paused and there was the sound of something being poured, Nellie checked her watch and realized she had called her uncle way too early in the morning.

“I’ll text you a list of resources but mostly she just needs you to hug her and tell her that you love her.” Nellie chuckled, Julia was reaching the age where hugs were either the end of the world or the best thing in the world. If she picked up Chipotle on the way home, the pre-teen would probably accept the hug. 

“Something tells me that’s going to be the easiest part of this whole thing.” Bobby’s laugh confirmed her assumption. Talking to her uncle was easy, she loved him despite everything and she knew he loved all of his nieces, but it was also difficult. Every conversation they had was more of a parent-to-parent conversation, not uncle-niece. “Listen, I’ve got to go give an exam to thirty 18 year olds who have probably consumed enough caffeine and nicotine to kill a zoo.” 

“I’m familiar with the type, we had a call where one of the kids had a heart attack because they hadn’t slept in three days and had been taking caffeine pills to study.” New fear = unlocked. “I’ll talk to you later, love you.”

“Love you too.” 

Bobby wondered if there was ever going to be a day where he didn’t feel guilty about something. He loved his oldest niece but every time she called, a wave of guilt washed over him, threatening to drown him. After his parents divorced and Bobby chose to stay with his dad, he had largely lost contact with his brother, Charlie, and even when they reconnected, it had been tense. Because Bobby had turned into an addict just like their dad. 

Marcy had insisted they visit his brother for Christmas a few times, which is how he had developed a relationship with Nellie, but when Monica disappeared he had been too far into a bottle of pills to help anyone. By the time he had sobered up, it was too late to save Nellie, who had lost her childhood to an absentee dad and a missing mom. The first time he had come for a visit, Bobby had been surprised that Nellie was happy to see him, and even more surprised that Ava and Julia even knew who he was. 

“What’s got you up so early?” Athena kissed his shoulder, coming up from behind. “You look like you’re carrying the weight of the world this morning.” 

“Nellie called, Julia had her first transformation last night.” 

“She’s a little old to be having her first transformation, isn’t she?” Athena asked, moving to pour herself a cup of coffee. “She’s twelve if I remember correctly.”

“That’s right. Nellie knows the signs so it must have come out of nowhere.” 

“It’s also exam week and Julia is a pre-teen girl, I wouldn’t blame her if she missed them. Refill?” 

“Yes, please,” He passed his mug. “Nellie sounded exhausted, she was worried about what they were going to do for the next moon. I hope you don’t mind, I offered that they could come stay with us until their new place is ready on the 20th.” 

“She’s family, of course I don’t mind.” Athena wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek, “But we are going to have to borrow an air mattress from someone. Maybe two.” 

“I’ll text the pack and see who has one to spare,” Bobby inhaled deeply, breathing in his wife’s familiar scent of jasmine and citrus, allowing it to relieve his guilt. “I love you.” 

“Love you too.”

After making Athena’s favorite breakfast, Bobby texted the pack.

[Supposedly Adults Chat]

Bobby: Does anyone have an air mattress or two that we can borrow for a couple of weeks? 🙏

Hen: We have a queen, who’s coming to visit 👀

Bobby: My nieces 

Chimney: Since when do you have nieces?

Eddie: Since they were born I’m guessing 🙄 🤣

Buck: We have a full sized air mattress you can borrow

Karen: How old are your nieces? 

Bobby: Julia just turned 12, Ava is 16, and I’m pretty sure Nellie is 28

Athena: They’re going to be staying with us while they’re in-between places

Maddie: Are they 🐺too? 

Bobby: Julia is 

Athena: She just had her first transition last night, scared the shit out of her mama

Karen: At 12? That’s very interesting…

Hen: Transformation can be delayed by several factors, stress, trauma, malnutrition, and a few other things

Bobby: Stress and trauma are ☑️ ☑️ 

Chimney: Damn 

Maddie: Poor girl, any way we can help???

Bobby: Just the air mattresses for now, I don’t know when they’re coming in yet

Hen: Sounds like…we should have a party

Bobby: I think Nellie will turn me into a ferret if we surprise her with a party

Buck: Your niece is a witch??

Athena: Pretty damn good one too

Athena: But we should throw a party, if she turns Bobby into a ferret I’ll turn him back

Athena: Eventually 😈

Hen: I’ll order a cake

Buck: I’ll get my clipboard

Chimney: NO CLIPBOARD

Chimney: Eddie stop him

Buck: Too late 😆

Eddie: He tripped me 😓

[mariacallous]

On Tuesday, President Donald Trump held a press conference to announce the signing of executive orders intended to shape American energy policy in favor of one particular source: coal, the most carbon-intense fossil fuel.

“I call it beautiful, clean coal,” President Trump said while flanked by a crowd of miners at the White House. The crowd chuckled knowingly at the now-familiar phrase. “I tell my people never use the word coal, unless you put ‘beautiful, clean’ before it.”

Trump has talked about saving coal, and coal jobs, for as long as he’s been in politics. This time, he’s got a convenient vehicle for his policies: the growth of AI and data centers, which could potentially supercharge American energy demand over the coming years. One of the executive orders signed Tuesday includes instructions to designate coal as a “critical mineral,” expedite coal leasing on federal land, and identify opportunities for expanding coal-fired power to support data centers.

Using coal to drive AI “would be one of the great technology ironies of all time: Let’s go to a 1700s technology in order to power 21st-century technology,” says Seth Feaster, an energy data analyst at the Institute for Energy Economics and Financial Analysis. “It really is a vast oversimplification of how power markets, power production, and the grid works in the US.”

In Tuesday’s presser, Trump, trodding familiar territory, targeted Democrats for the destruction of coal jobs as part of a “Green New Scam,” laying the blame on both Joe Biden and Barack Obama. In truth, though, coal retirement isn’t a function of who’s in the White House. More coal-fired power came offline under Trump’s first presidency than under either of Obama’s terms.

Unfortunately for Trump, the US coal industry suffers from some truly unavoidable economic realities. The last large coal-fired power plant built in the US came online in 2013; coal plants in the US are, on average, 45 years old. This aging fleet also has higher maintenance and upkeep costs for equipment than competing types of power. The fracking revolution in the 2010s—as well as the increasing availability of cheap renewables—has also made coal-fired power increasingly expensive. In 2023, just 16 percent of the US’s power generation was from coal, down from 51 percent in 2001.

With the executive order, Trump is “putting the thumb on one energy source in particular that happens to be one of the highest-cost energy sources,” says John Moore, a director at the National Resource Defense Council. “There are much cheaper and cleaner options.”

While coal’s downward turn in the US has been predictable, something has changed since the last time Trump was in office: AI. After remaining flat for several decades, various industry forecasts now predict skyrocketing demand for energy as companies talk a big game around plans for data centers. In September, Bloomberg Intelligence found that data center electricity use in the US could increase fourfold over the next five years, driven in large part by generative AI. Goldman Sachs, meanwhile, said in February that global energy demand from data centers could increase 165 percent by the end of the decade.

The promise of new demand is driving some utilities to reconsider scheduled coal plant retirements. In Virginia, where Amazon Web Services keeps 96 data centers and is investing $35 million to expand its campuses, the regional transmission organization, PJM Interconnection, requested a delayed retirement of two coal plants due to increased demand from data centers. Demand from Google and Meta data centers has also kept a coal-fired power plant in Nebraska online past its retirement date.

But keeping a patient on life support is substantially different than bringing a corpse back from the dead. A PJM executive said at a conference last month that he wasn’t sure if the market was “sending the signal right now that coal should actually stick around.” Building new, technologically up-to-date coal plants—an idea Trump floated at Tuesday’s presser—would be a hard sell in an economy where investors are wary of big capital investments for outdated technology. Tech companies, meanwhile, are focusing long-term energy investments on nuclear power, as well as renewables and battery technologies.

Even in states where coal wields political power, data centers haven’t proven to be a savior. In March, lawmakers in West Virginia attached provisions to juice up coal use to a bill intended to jump-start the data center industry in the state. Despite cheerleading from the governor, the bill ultimately passed without the coal provisions after Appalachian Power, West Virginia’s largest utility, intervened, claiming that the coal requirements would raise bills for customers. An executive told lawmakers that even a big new customer like a data center wouldn’t spur the utility to buy more coal-fired power; the regulatory and financial reality, he said, favors natural gas.

Regulations on coal plant emissions are a clear target for this administration. Last month, the EPA rolled out a suite of attacks on a wide swath of regulations, signaling its intent to reconsider everything from rules on power plant emissions to greenhouse gas reporting. The agency also created an email address to allow polluters to petition for a temporary exemption from mercury and air toxics standards set out under the Clean Air Act—known as the MATS rule—as the agency reconsidered a host of pollution rules. Montana’s Colstrip power plant—one of the dirtiest coal plants in the country, which was fighting upgrades mandated by an updated pollution rule—has already requested an exemption.

If the new executive orders are any suggestion, the Trump administration sees this deregulation, and the targeting of climate change policies, as a key element of propping up coal. A separate presidential proclamation released Tuesday extends the MATS exemption for an unknown number of coal plants, while another executive order tasks the attorney general with attacking state-level climate regulations, singling out Vermont, New York, and California.

It’s possible that costs for coal could come down slightly with fewer climate regulations. “You can run all these coal plants without environmental regulations or reduced environmental regulations—I’m sure that will save industry money,” Feaster says. “Whether or not the communities around those places really want that is another issue. Those environmental regulations are there for a reason.”

Costs, after all, aren’t just measured in dollars. Coal emissions include a mix of heavy metals and chemicals, including sulfur dioxide, that can be deadly to people living around power plants. A study published in 2023 in Science estimated that between 1999 and 2020, coal-fired power plants were responsible for 460,000 excess deaths in the US alone. Coal waste, meanwhile, is stored in toxic ponds of ash; spills have cost some utilities millions of dollars in settlements.

Utilities, Feaster says, have priced in the health risks of coal and the liabilities that come with coal into their decisions. But it’s not clear if the Trump administration understands these risks. Cuts at Health and Human Services this month have expelled workers involved in black lung research and other protections for coal miners at the National Institute for Occupational Safety and Health.

On Wednesday, as international markets melted down, Donald Trump posted an invite on TruthSocial to companies to move their business to the US. “No Environmental Delays,” he wrote. “DON’T WAIT, DO IT NOW!”

[miniaturequasarprophet]

Enhancing Guest Experience with Clean and Safe Toilets at Events!

Introduction

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Safety is paramount when it concerns restroom centers. This consists of:

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[a-hard-spring]

an essay about living in my one-bedroom apartment

The first time I walked into my Montreal apartment this past summer, sweat beading down my spine from that last early-August heat wave, I was struck by how much it smelt like someone else. The previous tenant's things, still half-hazardly thrown in black garbage bags, sat by the front door. A paper coffee cup, lid marked with burgundy lipstick, formed a ring on the kitchen counter, forgotten like the rest of the space. A dark ringlet of hair clumped in the shower drain, and when I stared too long, looked like it was squirming. All the pieces of existence were left behind for me to discover and disrupt. As I went to switch on the bedroom light, my finger felt sticky. It wasn't until I hauled my last box up those winding stairs that I noticed every surface of the place was sticky, covered in a layer of thick grease, like cooking oil or beef tallow. It took six hours straight of hands-and-knees, toothbrush-detailing kind of cleaning to rid the stickiness. I swear I swept and mopped five times before the water was clear – or at least slightly less muddy. Luckily, I had my mum's extra hands, a Martha Wainwright album and a six-pack of Corona to pass the time. 

…

Moving felt different this time around. In my first year of University, I moved into residence – a beautifully large building which was newly renovated from a convent. I was nervous about moving out of home for the first time, but truthfully, half of my small high school was also moving into the same residence, along with most of my friend group from back home. So, although I was leaving the stability of my city and my childhood house, where I had always lived, I was entering a space perpetually in the comfort of familiarity. By second year, we all moved into our first apartments. A group of my friends and I all gathered together to help each other move, and by the end of the day and four 3rd level apartments later, we all giggled and gossiped about our summers over pizza and beer on the hardwood floors at one of our places. I never felt so independent and full of friendship. Two girls, whom I’d met through school the previous year, and I made quick harmony in our little three-bedroom. Stringing rainbow lights down the shared hallway and making baked pasta casserole every other week over a competitive game of Crazy 8’s Countdown, we quickly settled into roomie rhythm. 

Looking back, I feel my naivety. So lost in the romance of fresh freedom, my bones start to ache at the weight that this ease now holds. At the end of my second year, I experienced my first heartbreak. Followed by half my friends leaving school and moving across North America. This back-to-back loss, like the weighted blanket which wrapped around my body, rashly ripped off my form. I've never felt so exposed to the air; I remember my skin somehow got more sensitive, now easily bruised. Going outside was too stimulating to my senses, my ears ringing from the abrasive buzzing of the world. Utterly heightened, I spent my summer prepping for the harsh realization that in the new term, I would be going back to a city I had only ever associated with the people I loved. I had yet to truly be in the city because I had never been alone in it. 

…

A month before my move, I had found the apartment listed on a young girl's Facebook marketplace under the title Urgent !! Must go !! After weeks of strenuous online house hunting, this was the first one-bedroom apartment that was both a good distance from campus and a laundromat, and a rent that I could actually meet with my service job wage. The pictures on the listing were beautiful: a large arch window in the main room, an enclosed bedroom with an adjoining balcony, storage space and a functioning oven. Within ten hours of finding the listing, the apartment was mine. Working back home in Toronto over summer break, I knew it was risky signing a lease with only photos as a reference, but I couldn’t pass up such a cheap and seemingly perfect opportunity. Foolishly, I didn't really question that there wasn't a picture of the balcony on the listing, rather a picture of the door from inside the bedroom. For all I knew, it could've been a door leading to nowhere but a single story fall to the sidewalk. The surprise awaiting me was not deadly, yet still upsetting.

At first, I didn’t notice, too busy scrubbing every surface to pay attention to the outside world. But as the day stretched on, the cooing – that rhythmic, humming, almost vibrating sound – was unavoidable. The sound got louder, like it was coming from inside the walls. To my great horror, I decided to peek outside my balcony door, only to be greeted with what I remember to be at least 10 wide-eyed, anxious, fat pigeons, startled by my sudden movement. I shut the door as fast as I could as a couple flew up at me with fright. As I got a closer look, I saw that the balcony's surface had a thick-black covering of pigeon shit. Up on the railing, there was a garden basket now hosting a mama bird’s nest and four babies. She looked so proud, so caring, and so vulnerable to the busy street. The balcony was her home before it was mine, and she was safe up here, protected by the other pigeons surrounding her nest like bodyguards. I told myself that once she and her babies moved out, I would deal with the mess. 

That night, my mum and I slept on a sheetless mattress on the floor. A small rotating fan in the corner of the room squeaked with every pass. I remember it took me so long to get to sleep that night. I don't know if it was the heat or over-exhaustion from the day, but my mind was on fire. All I could hear was the pigeons cooing to each other, like some sort of conversation I was excluded from. It wasn't until I focused on my mum's soft snoring that I began to doze off.

…

On that drive up to Montreal, my mum told me she didn't think I would go back after she heard about the breakup. This comment hit me like a gut punch. The last time I was driving through Quebec, with tears in my eyes and terrified for the summer to come, all I could think about was survival. In the last three weeks of the previous semester, I found out that my partner of almost three years had fallen in love with someone else. My very little life had been flipped completely upside down, and therefore, I was completely upside down. I couldn’t imagine how in the world I would motivate myself to get out of bed to wash my face or eat a meal the next day, let alone start another school year. In all my false ambition, I never really considered not going back. I don’t think I even knew it was an option until my mum said the words – until the apartment was already mine. 

During the expanse of the summer, between the four pink walls of my childhood room, I watched myself change into something more bareable – less broken. I lived through the sunny months, sat in parks that reminded me of absent touch, like the vibration of laughter against my back or the press of lips against my inner wrist. I felt the grief in my walk and shivered in the humidity. I had to learn how to move around in a body that felt out of shape, full of missing parts instead of bones. I’d found a new love for sitting on my front porch. As the sun boiled the thick heat of the air, I’d admired each body walking by – each living, hobby-filled human on their daily path – to eat, to get home, to dance, to cry. Each person became my walking, momentary fate – their lives so removed from mine, yet their presence so close to my existence. In the evenings, I sat on the roof outside my bedroom window, overlooking the back alleyway, where there was no life for me to observe. I wore my ex's sweater every night. So used to another body next to mine, it was hard to know I was real without company – without contact. By the end of August, I had learnt to find friendship in the rustling tree leaves.

…

In mid-September, mama and her babies were gone. Once the nest had been empty for over a week, I got to work. I masked up and began to scrape and mop the soiled linoleum until there was no remaining bird-scum left. I zip-tied plastic spikes and a fake owl to the railings in hopes of scaring them away. With a soapy stained outfit and sore hands, it felt like my first big-kid task completed on my own, in my own space. This foreign feeling washed over me: an earnest consciousness of my aloneness – that in this apartment, there was nowhere to hide.

… 

When I was a kid, not much older than seven, my family was persistent in the idea of moving. One day, I came along to an open house down by the waterfront. The house was big compared to the split, three-bedroom I was used to in downtown. This house had tall windows and a stone pathway. It felt much too pretty to be like any of the other houses in my neighbourhood. My parents wandered off through the cookie-scented house, pretending to be interested buyers, as I chewed my cuticles with boredom. With the plaits in my hair falling loose and the hem of my dress frailing against the carpeted floor, I decided to venture through the lonely rooms by myself. In the basement of the big windowed house, I found a tiny door. It was concealed behind a brown leather chair, just out of sight from curiosity. The only rational thought playing through my head was, yes – that place is safe. So I crawled behind the chair and let myself inside. There I sat, inside the tiny room–unbeknownst to my wandering parents–safe in my newfound corner and over the moon with joy. When I was found, my mother giggled, and my fathers smiled at how absurd I looked, all four and a half feet of me jammed into the tiny space. When I was told we had to leave, I cried. This was the first time I remember my overwhelming need to hide. 

A decade went by, and I fell in love with someone who fulfilled that craving. They took up so much room that I never had to worry about a space ever feeling too big. No matter the crowd of people, no matter the sound of the environment, they commanded the space like a singular light beam or a barking dog. I never felt more at ease in those years of love. In those years of their dishes in the sink, their clothes at the foot of my bed, their musky scent sewn to the comforter, their music playing out the speaker, their toothbrush on my sink. Their constant presence meant it was never quiet, it was never empty, and I could always hide in that noise. So when their love left, a silence washed over everything like watercolour. On my own, I was forced to listen to all the things that had been drowned and dulled out. I had realized just how much I missed while keeping myself in the corner of every room. 

…

By November, the pigeons came back in full swing. Like a protest to my maintenance, they swarmed the balcony overnight. By morning, the linoleum was covered again, as if I hadn’t been face-to-face with their poop for hours, just months ago. At night, they began to wake me up, cooing and knocking and nibbling against the glass. Their movement sounded like a brawl – something about the combination of their throaty calls, scratching talleons and wings knocking across the window each time they greet each other. They would peck at the others' heads or push one another off the windows ledge to make room. It was vengeful and harmless all at once. At first, my new roommates enraged me. I felt bitter that they took over my space again, even in all my effort to rid them. 

But once the December cold blew in, and there was no chance I’d be using the balcony even if the pigeons left, I began to enjoy their disturbance. I found their nature fascinating. Like in a matter of a seconds, their fighting would stop, and they’d cuddle up close as if they weren’t just trying to take the other's eye out. I would imagine how they must crave each other's warmth in contact. How they need company just as we all do. I’d listen to their calling and imagine what they were saying, if anything at all. In all this observation, I realize that pigeons shit on everything not from a lack of care, but from an excess of comfort. It didn’t matter if it was their babies' nest, their bed, their home, their food – it was in their nature to soil their environment, to soil what's theirs. 

… 

In January, I noticed my mouth permanently tasted like school gymnasium, tangy and stale. I was tired of feeling loinesome for a love no longer mine. So, I went outside and walked cross-legged through untrotted snow. I let my skirt get wet. I cried from the unforgiving wind in my eyes while listening to Landslide, and it was okay that I thought of them. It was okay that in the morning, as I got dressed, I wondered what they were wearing. If it’d be something I'd recognize, something I would've kept for my own. It's okay that I thought about the texture of the fabric, how it would feel against their skin. If it would be itchy or stained or tearing. It's okay that I became jealous of an imaginary shirt because it was closer than I could be. 

In January, I felt inspired to command my space like the pigeons did. I threw out my ex's sweater, and I bought a new plant. I learnt to care for something else’s survival. I bought a rug for my room so it didn’t feel as cold. I painted the bathroom walls pink like my first home. I cleaned the floors with my perfume. I smoked a cigarette inside. I filled vases with flowers. I strung rainbow lights in the windows and thought of my friends miles away. I ate a pint of strawberries with cold hands till my lips were stained red. I made soup that warmed me from the inside out. I bought six pillows instead of four and filled the once-empty space with comfort. I made my own playlists and danced around to music that I loved. I put away the clothes at the end of the bed on my hangers. I opened the curtains wide. 

In January, it was okay to be sad.

In January, I made everything lovely and mine to break.

…

I often wonder about the last girl that lived here. She was about my age, I imagine, a student probably, since this area was full of us. I wonder why she left in such a rush and why there was still so much of her in every room. For those first settling weeks, all I could notice was the presence of her, the overwhelming awareness of where her skin touched. I wonder which cupboards she put her glasses in or which she made her pantry. I wonder if she also got annoyed by how long the water would take to heat up, and if she stood by the shower, waiting naked and shivering in the same way I do. I wonder if she put a carpet down in the bedroom. I wonder why she didn't paint over the blotchy, turquoise walls in the bathroom. Or why she didn't seem to care about the grease-covered kitchen or the pigeon shit. I wonder why she neglected the space. Maybe she was just like a pigeon in a way – instead of neglect, she was simply soiling the space out of comfort.

I like to think of her in this apartment alone as well. I wonder what noises she attached herself to in the quiet, like the upstairs neighbours stomping or the birds coo or the 5 am snow plow. I wonder if she fell in love whilst she was living here, if maybe she wasn't alone very often, if maybe she was never really here at all. Or maybe she was heartbroken too. Maybe the reason she left in a rush was to go find herself solo travelling through Europe.

The soft images I make of her dancing around this space remind me that I am never truly by myself, even when alone, because all that was here before me still exists in the space I breathe in. In every room, I am nothing more than another piece of furniture. We are all alone and loved. 

It's February, and as I write this, I look outside through my snow-sparkled window, I listen to the pigeons fighting, I smell my scent everywhere, and I notice how at ease I feel. It's been ten months since my breakup and five months since I’ve lived alone. I no longer need to scream just to fill the silence or shower for the third time in the day just to feel contact on my body. 

Maybe tomorrow won’t be this easy. Maybe tomorrow will be lonelier. Or maybe, just maybe, tomorrow will be better. 

mjp

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Young adult life advice

If you're going out into the world without a degree, or a degree that gave you zero opportunities, here's my advice to survive as an adult (in America).

You need friends. Make them at school, work, out and about in public, even online friends who live in the same country. If you want to move out of your parents house and can't afford a place on your own, you need friends to be your roommates. Note: it is a lot harder to be someone's friend when you're living with them. They way they clean, if at all, the way they cook, if at all, the way they keep their personal space, all come with nuances that you weren't prepared for. You need to be able to talk things out to make keeping the household comfortable for everyone.

Apartment hunting:

You should do a lot of research about what housing is available. If you don't have a car, you need to do your best to make sure that wherever you end up living and wherever you end up working are within reasonable walking distance. If you live in a place that gets snow, this is especially important. Townhouses are another option for renting. Some are the same price as a 2 bedroom apartment with more space, but they'll likely be more picky about who lives there, so keep your place clean, otherwise they won't renew your lease. Make a spreadsheet, with pencil and paper if you have to, to help with cost-benefit analysis, it's worth it.

Good jobs to learn life skills:

Food service. These have a very low bar to entry, unless it's high-end. McDonalds has surprisingly decent wages and benefits, at least where I live. You get an employee discount on the food, and usually a free meal once a day. They will train you for your position, and if you have a good manager, they will invest the time to make sure you know how to do a good job. A restaurant, buffet place, or fast food joint will teach you food handling and safety. The dishwasher position will teach you how to clean a lot of stuff. Like, not just plates and cutlery, but pots, pans, and other food prep equipment. There's also janitor and maintenance positions that are very valuable to learn from. If you're a proper cook at a proper restaurant, you can learn how to cook for yourself. Buying ingredients for meals instead of ready-made meals is much, much, cheaper.

Hotels. Housekeeping is a hard job, but the skills it teaches are worth it. Note: You WILL get fit from this job. You will also have an opportunity for free food if you show up early enough, but personally, hotel food isn't worth it, it's nasty, but that's up to you. Try to go for a hotel that does extended stays, with a fridge, kitchenette, dishwasher, microwave. You will learn how to clean EVERYTHING in your house, no matter how dirty it is. You'll learn to make a bed, properly disinfect a bathroom, use and care for vacuum (trust me, you'll need to learn how to fix your vacuum), and safely handling cleaning chemicals. That one looks good on a resume, too. If you go for the laundry position, you'll learn how to deal with every stain imaginable, more chemical handling, and how to fold stuff. All kinds of towels, fitted sheets, flat sheets, the works. Working at a hotel can also give you free access to a gym and/or pool if they have them. I recommend working at a hotel for 3-5 years to learn everything you can, even if you hop between them. Trust me, hotels are always hiring.

That's all I can think of for now, thanks for reading and good luck out there!

[steavethomas]

Rubbish Removal Wollert – Fast, Affordable & Eco-Friendly Solutions

Wollert is one of Melbourne’s rapidly growing suburbs, and with new homes, renovations, and business developments happening every day, there’s no shortage of rubbish that needs to be cleared away. Whether you're a homeowner, tenant, builder, or business owner, dealing with junk can be stressful—unless you have the right team on your side. That's where professional rubbish removal in Wollert comes in.

At OZ Rubbish Removal Melbourne, we’re proud to offer fast, reliable, and affordable junk removal services tailored specifically for residents and businesses in Wollert and surrounding areas.

Why Choose Professional Rubbish Removal in Wollert?

While DIY trips to the local tip may seem easy, they often end up taking more time, energy, and effort than expected—not to mention the hidden costs of skip hire, fuel, and disposal fees. With OZ Rubbish Removal Melbourne, you can sit back while we do the heavy lifting, hauling, and cleaning up.

Here’s what makes our Wollert rubbish removal service the smart choice:

Same-day and next-day service available

Experienced, insured professionals

Transparent pricing – no hidden charges

Eco-friendly practices – we recycle and donate where possible

Full clean-up – we leave your property neat and tidy

What We Remove

No matter the size or type of rubbish, we’ve got it covered. Our rubbish removal Wollert team handles:

Household junk (furniture, appliances, mattresses)

Green waste (branches, leaves, soil)

Renovation and construction debris

Garage cleanouts and shed clearances

Office and commercial rubbish

End-of-lease cleanups

Electronic waste (TVs, computers, printers)

We work with homeowners, landlords, real estate agents, and builders across Wollert to ensure properties stay clean and clutter-free.

Local Service You Can Rely On

Being based in Melbourne, we understand the local needs and are familiar with council guidelines and disposal regulations in the City of Whittlesea. That means smoother operations and responsible rubbish handling every time.

Whether you're located near Epping Road, Boundary Road, or Craigieburn Road, we can reach you fast and deliver high-quality service you can count on.

Book Your Rubbish Removal in Wollert Today

Getting started is easy:

Call us or submit a quote request online

Choose a convenient time slot

Let our team do the work while you relax

We offer same-day service in many cases, so you don’t have to live with rubbish for one more day.

Conclusion

If you’re looking for trusted, efficient, and affordable rubbish removal in Wollert, look no further than OZ Rubbish Removal Melbourne. Our local experts are ready to clear your space and take the stress out of waste. With our eco-friendly approach and customer-first service, we’re the team Wollert counts on.

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Breathe New Life Into Your Home with Bathroom Renovations in Lower North Shore

If your bathroom feels outdated, cramped, or just doesn’t reflect your style anymore, it might be time for a refresh. Whether it’s a full transformation or a modest upgrade, bathroom renovations in Lower North Shore are one of the most rewarding ways to add both comfort and value to your home.

From Mosman to Neutral Bay, homeowners across the Lower North Shore are recognising the power of a well-designed bathroom. It’s no longer just a functional space—it’s where your day begins and ends. So, why not make it beautiful, functional, and tailored to your lifestyle?

Why Renovate Your Bathroom?

Bathrooms are often one of the most-used spaces in a home, yet they’re also among the last to get the attention they deserve. A well-executed bathroom renovation can:

Increase your home’s value

Improve energy and water efficiency

Maximise space with better layout and storage

Reflect modern trends and your personal taste

If you live in the Lower North Shore, you’re likely already surrounded by beautiful, well-maintained homes. Investing in a bathroom renovation is a smart way to maintain your property’s appeal—especially if you're planning to sell or lease in the future.

What to Expect from Bathroom Renovations in Lower North Shore

One of the great advantages of doing bathroom renovations in Lower North Shore is access to experienced, high-end renovation specialists who understand the local style and standards. Whether your home is a classic federation house or a sleek new build, professional renovators in this area are used to working with a variety of design aesthetics.

Here’s what a typical renovation process looks like:

Initial consultation – Discuss your ideas, needs, and budget.

Design phase – Work with designers to create a layout that’s both functional and stylish.

Material selection – Choose tiles, fixtures, lighting, vanities, and finishes.

Construction – A skilled team transforms your old bathroom into the one you’ve always wanted.

Final walkthrough – Ensure every detail meets your expectations.

With the right team, the process is smooth, transparent, and even exciting.

Local Matters: Choosing a Renovator in Lower North Shore

Working with a local team means more than just convenience. Renovators based in the Lower North Shore understand council regulations, supplier networks, and common property styles in the area. They also offer faster service, on-site visits, and ongoing support during and after the renovation.

Make sure to check online reviews, ask for a portfolio of previous work, and request a detailed quote before starting your project.

Conclusion

Your bathroom should be a space that feels refreshing, clean, and truly “you.” With the right planning and the help of experienced professionals, bathroom renovations in Lower North Shore can transform your home and elevate your daily routine.

Whether you’re after a modern spa-like retreat or a charming vintage upgrade, now is the perfect time to invest in a bathroom you’ll love for years to come.

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Budget-friendly Solutions for Comfortable Outdoor Events: Stockon's Best Leasings

Introduction

Outdoor events can be a wonderful method to commemorate, connect with family and friends, or even host corporate gatherings. Nevertheless, organizing such occasions comes with its own set of obstacles. From ensuring convenience for your guests to supplying required centers, you need reliable solutions that do not break the bank. That's where Affordable Solutions for Comfortable Outdoor Events: Stockton's Best Rentals come into play. In this short article, we'll explore how you can make your outside occasion a success by making use of different rental services offered in Stockton.

Affordable Solutions for Comfortable Outdoor Events: Stockton's Best Rentals

When preparing an outdoor occasion in Stockton, the last thing you want is to compromise on convenience due to a lack of correct facilities. Among the most important elements to think about is washroom gain access to. The good news is that Stockton portable toilet rental services provide a budget friendly option that guarantees tidiness and convenience for all attendees.

Why Rent Portable Toilets?

Renting portable toilets might not be the very first thought when planning an outdoor event, however it certainly should be! Here are some compelling factors:

Convenience: With portable restrooms nearby, your visitors won't have to travel far from the festivities. Hygiene: Many modern-day systems come geared up with hand sanitizers and are cleaned regularly. Cost-effective: Leasing portable toilets is generally less expensive than constructing momentary structures. Variety: There are different types of units available depending upon your needs-- from basic models to luxury options. Choosing the Right Rental Company

Selecting a trusted porta potty rental company near Stockton can make all the difference. Try to find business that have:

Good Reviews: Check online platforms for customer feedback. Variety of Options: Guarantee they provide different types of systems, consisting of ADA-compliant ones. Transparent Pricing: A good business will supply upfront quotes without surprise fees. Types of Portable Restrooms Available

Understanding what kinds of portable bathrooms are readily available can help you top toilet rental companies in Stockton make notified decisions:

Standard Units: Fundamental systems ideal for brief events or little gatherings. Deluxe Units: Geared up with sinks and mirrors; appropriate for upscale events. ADA-Compliant Units: Created to accommodate people with disabilities. Luxury Restrooms: High-end options featuring a/c and running water. Planning for Washroom Accessibility

One crucial element of your outdoor event is making sure that there suffice bathrooms readily available based upon the variety of guests. A general rule is one restroom per 50 guests however think about increasing this number if alcohol will be served.

Benefits of Picking Stockton's Portable Toilet Rental Service

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Why Clean Mate is Brisbane’s Top-Rated End of Lease Cleaning Service

Moving out of a rental property can be stressful, especially when you’re trying to secure your bond refund. Landlords and property managers in Brisbane are notoriously meticulous when it comes to final inspections, which is why choosing the right cleaning company is crucial. That’s where Clean Mate Australia comes in—recognized as the most reliable and top-rated provider of end of lease cleaning Brisbane wide.

Whether you're a tenant preparing to vacate, a property owner expecting high standards, or an agent seeking consistent cleaning support, this article explains why Clean Mate is the trusted name in Brisbane’s bond cleaning industry.

What Is End of Lease Cleaning and Why Is It Critical?

End of lease cleaning, also known as bond cleaning, is a thorough cleaning process performed before tenants vacate a rented property. The goal is to return the property to the condition it was in at the beginning of the lease, excluding fair wear and tear.

In Brisbane, this is not optional—it’s an expectation clearly outlined by most lease agreements and the Residential Tenancies Authority (RTA). Failing to meet these cleaning standards can lead to partial or complete loss of your bond.

That’s why hiring professionals like Clean Mate for end of lease cleaning Brisbane ensures not only compliance but peace of mind.

1. 100% Bond Back Guarantee

Clean Mate Australia offers a bond back guarantee, a major reason why Brisbane tenants trust them with their end-of-lease needs. The company understands what landlords and property managers look for and ensures that every nook and cranny is spotless.

If your property manager isn’t satisfied, Clean Mate returns to fix any issues—at no additional cost. That’s a commitment very few competitors offer.

2. Tailored Packages for Every Property Size

Not every home is the same, and Clean Mate gets that. They offer transparent, fixed-rate packages based on your property size:

1 Bed / 1 Bath: $320

2 Bed / 2 Bath: $420

3 Bed / 2 Bath: $505

4 Bed / 3 Bath: $650

Studio Apartments: From just $210

Add-ons available: Oven, garage, blinds, balcony, fridge & more

With such tailored pricing, Clean Mate is an affordable and accessible option for renters across Brisbane.

3. Comprehensive Cleaning Checklist

Clean Mate’s cleaners follow a real estate-approved checklist for all end of lease cleaning Brisbane jobs. This means no shortcuts and no missed areas.

Their services include:

Deep kitchen cleaning (oven, rangehood, cupboards, sinks)

Full bathroom scrubbing (toilets, tiles, showerheads)

Carpet vacuuming and steam cleaning

Wall mark removal

Skirting boards, doors, and window frame cleaning

Cobweb removal

Pressure washing (optional)

This thoroughness ensures your property meets or exceeds inspection standards.

4. Experienced & Vetted Cleaning Teams

Clean Mate only hires professional cleaners with experience in bond cleaning. Their team is trained to use the right products and techniques for every surface—from delicate tiles to stained carpets.

Additionally, the team arrives on time, uniformed, and fully equipped. They’re also insured, which gives you an added layer of protection.

5. Eco-Friendly Cleaning Products

Tenants and landlords alike appreciate Clean Mate’s use of eco-friendly, non-toxic products. These solutions are tough on stains but safe for pets, children, and the environment. This not only benefits your health but also leaves a great impression during inspections.

6. Fast & Flexible Booking

Clean Mate knows that end-of-lease timelines can be tight. That's why they offer flexible slots and emergency same-day bookings for last-minute cleanups. Their online booking system is fast, transparent, and lets you see the total cost upfront.

You can also get instant quotes online via their booking page or call for custom estimates.

7. Over 1,000+ Happy Clients in Brisbane

With hundreds of 5-star reviews and a solid track record, Clean Mate is widely recognized for its customer satisfaction. Testimonials consistently praise:

Clear communication

Attention to detail

Affordable pricing

Stress-free bond returns

This social proof makes them one of the most trusted providers of end of lease cleaning Brisbane renters can rely on.

8. Free Re-Clean Policy

Should your agent find something that doesn’t meet expectations, Clean Mate offers a free re-clean within 72 hours of the original job. This ensures compliance without you needing to lift a finger or incur extra costs.

This re-clean policy is one of the strongest in the industry and further proves their dedication to client satisfaction.

9. Trusted by Real Estate Agents Across Brisbane

Clean Mate isn’t just popular with tenants—they’re also trusted by real estate agents and property managers across Brisbane. Their adherence to professional cleaning standards makes property transitions smoother and faster for landlords and agencies.

10. They Save You Time, Money, and Stress

Many tenants attempt to clean themselves, only to fail inspections and pay for a professional service anyway. With Clean Mate, you avoid:

Buying expensive cleaning tools

Spending hours scrubbing

The risk of bond deductions

Re-cleaning after agent feedback

The value you get far outweighs the cost, especially when you factor in the potential of losing hundreds from your bond.

Conclusion: Why Clean Mate Is Brisbane’s Top Choice

Clean Mate Australia isn’t just another cleaning company—they’re the #1 trusted solution for end of lease cleaning Brisbane wide. Their combination of real estate-approved standards, transparent pricing, professional teams, and a bond-back guarantee make them unbeatable in the Brisbane market.

If you're moving out and want to lock in your bond return without stress, Clean Mate is your go-to partner.

📞 Call Now: 0435 004 741 🌐 Book Online: https://cleanmateaustralia.com.au/end-of-lease-cleaning-brisbane

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Professional Carpet Cleaning by Jims Carpet Care – Trusted Australia-Wide

Looking for expert carpet cleaning services you can rely on? Jims Carpet Care delivers top-quality carpet, upholstery, tile, and mattress cleaning across Sydney. With eco-friendly products and experienced technicians, they remove stains, allergens, and deep-seated dirt, leaving your home or office fresh and healthy. Whether it’s a routine clean or end-of-lease job, Jim’s team is ready to help. Book online today or request a free quote!

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Fast & Reliable End of Tenancy Cleaning in Manchester for Busy Renters

Moving out of your rental property soon? End of Tenancy Cleaning Manchester is one of the most important—but often most stressful—tasks for tenants in the city. Whether you're a busy professional, a student, or a family trying to relocate quickly, the last thing you want is to spend hours scrubbing floors and scrubbing ovens.

That’s where BRITCO Cleaning Ltd comes in. We specialise in fast and reliable end of tenancy cleaning services in Manchester, helping tenants meet landlord expectations, pass inspections, and secure their full deposit—with zero hassle.

Why Time-Pressed Tenants Need Professional Help

Let’s face it—moving is hard work. With packing, paperwork, and logistics to handle, deep cleaning often falls to the bottom of the to-do list. However, failing to leave the property spotless can mean deductions from your deposit or even disputes with your landlord.

This is why many renters turn to End of Tenancy Cleaners who are trained, fully equipped, and understand the high standards letting agents expect. By hiring a Reliable End of Tenancy Cleaning service like BRITCO, you save time and avoid stress.

Why BRITCO Cleaning Ltd is Manchester’s Go-To Choice

At BRITCO Cleaning Ltd, we’re not just fast—we’re thorough. Here's what makes us the preferred provider for End of Tenancy Cleaning Manchester:

Same-day or next-day availability – Ideal for last-minute moves.

Experienced cleaning teams – Trained in tenant move-out standards.

Eco-friendly products & equipment – Safe for you and the environment.

Transparent pricing – No surprises, no hidden fees.

Satisfaction guaranteed – We offer re-cleans if required.

Whether you’re moving out of a studio flat in Salford or a four-bedroom home in Didsbury, we tailor our Tenant Cleaning Services to suit your property and deadline.

What’s Included: End of Lease Cleaning Checklist

Our professional End of Lease Cleaning service covers every inch of your rental. Here’s what’s typically included:

🏠 General Areas

Dusting and wiping all surfaces

Carpet vacuuming and hard floor mopping

Internal window cleaning

Light switches, sockets, skirting boards and doors wiped

🍽 Kitchen

Oven and hob deep cleaned

Fridge/freezer defrosted and sanitised

Cabinets cleaned inside and out

Sink, taps, and worktops descaled and polished

🚿 Bathrooms

Showers, baths, and tiles descaled

Toilets sanitised

Mirrors and fittings polished

Floors scrubbed and disinfected

🛏 Bedrooms & Living Areas

Wardrobe and drawer interiors wiped

Furniture polished

Under-bed areas vacuumed

Cobweb removal

Transparent Pricing for All Property Sizes

We understand renters need affordability as well as speed. That’s why our End of Tenancy Cleaners in Manchester offer fixed pricing with no hidden fees.

Designed for Busy People: Our Easy 3-Step Process

BRITCO’s Tenant Cleaning Services are designed to save you time:

1. Book in Minutes

Fill out our quick online form or call us directly.

2. We Arrive Fully Equipped

Our team comes with all cleaning materials and tools needed—no effort required from your side.

3. You Get a Spotless Property

We clean according to strict letting agent standards so you can hand over the keys with confidence.

📍 Address: 3 Morris Green, Bolton, England, BL3 3LD 📞 Phone: 07399275038 🌐 Website: https://britcocleaning.com 📧 Email: britcocleaning@gmail.com

🧠 Tips to Make Move-Out Cleaning Easier

Before our cleaners arrive, here are a few helpful steps:

Clear out personal belongings

Defrost fridge 24 hours before

Ensure access to all rooms

Provide water and electricity

These small steps make the process faster and more efficient.

❓ Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q1: Do I really need professional End of Tenancy Cleaning?

Yes—most landlords and letting agents in Manchester require properties to be professionally cleaned before returning your deposit.

Q2: Can you clean my property if I’ve already moved out?

Absolutely! Just leave the keys with a neighbour or in a secure lockbox, and we’ll take care of the rest.

Q3: What happens if my landlord isn’t satisfied?

We offer a 48-hour re-clean guarantee to ensure satisfaction and compliance with tenancy agreements.

Q4: Is carpet cleaning included?

Basic vacuuming is included, and we offer deep carpet cleaning as an add-on service.

🚀 Final Thoughts: Don’t Risk Your Deposit—Let BRITCO Handle It

End of Tenancy Cleaning Manchester doesn’t have to be stressful or time-consuming. With BRITCO Cleaning Ltd, you get a service that’s fast, reliable, and designed for busy renters like you.

Book today and move out with confidence—clean, compliant, and stress-free.

👉 Get a Free Quote Now 👉 Or Call Us at 07399275038

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Save Time and Effort with Our End of Lease Cleaning Services in Melbourne 

Moving house is often a time-consuming and physically demanding process. Our End of Lease Cleaning services in Melbourne provide a convenient solution by connecting you with experienced and dependable independent cleaners who can handle the job with care and attention. The benefits include: 

Professional Expertise – Trustworthy cleaners know exactly what landlords and agents inspect, ensuring every required area is covered. 

Thorough Cleaning on Time – With a focus on efficiency, these services save you valuable hours. 

Stress-Free Transition – Cleaners take care of the end of lease clean while you focus on packing, moving, and settling into your next property. 

When you rely on our service, you gain access to independent, vetted professional cleaners who prioritise quality and reliability. 

The Areas Covered for End of Lease Cleaning Across Melbourne Homes 

To meet Melbourne's high cleaning standards, it’s important to know which areas are typically focused on during an end of lease clean. Here’s what is generally covered: 

Kitchens – Inside cabinets, oven cleaning, stovetops, and cleaning rangehoods. 

Bathrooms – Deep cleaning of bathtubs, showers, sinks, tiles, and mirrors to perfection. 

Floors – Vacuuming and mopping every room to remove dust and dirt. 

Windows – Internal windows to ensure clarity for the next tenant. 

Dusting – Skirting boards, ledges, and built-in cabinetry to achieve a polished finish. 

Each of these areas is approached with care to ensure the property looks refreshed and welcoming. 

Simple And Transparent Online Booking 

One of the standout features of working with us is the ease of booking services. With just a few clicks through our intuitive online booking system, you can secure a slot that works for you. Rid yourself of manual booking or complex processes. The seamless user experience allows Melbourne residents to quickly book their ideal time for a thorough service. 

Secure Your Booking Today 

For efficient and dependable End of Lease Cleaning services in Melbourne, choose us to handle your cleaning needs. Book online now through our quick and easy booking platform and make your move stress-free and simple. 

Source: https://innermelbournemaids.blogspot.com/2025/06/save-time-and-effort-with-our-end-of.html  

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Finding the Best Commercial Cleaning Services in Melbourne for a Spotless Business Environment

When it comes to maintaining a clean and professional workspace, hiring the right cleaning company Melbourne is essential. A clean office or commercial facility not only boosts the morale of employees but also makes a strong impression on clients and visitors. With an ever-growing business landscape, the demand for high-quality commercial cleaning services in Melbourne has never been higher.

In this article, we’ll explore the importance of hiring expert commercial cleaners, what to look for in a provider, and why Melbourne businesses are increasingly turning to professional cleaning services to ensure hygiene, compliance, and productivity.

Why Hire a Professional Cleaning Company in Melbourne?

Melbourne is home to thousands of offices, retail outlets, schools, medical facilities, and industrial sites — all of which require regular cleaning. A reputable cleaning company in Melbourne provides the skills, equipment, and experience needed to maintain a clean and healthy environment for your business.

Here’s why investing in professional commercial cleaners in Melbourne makes sense:

Time-saving: Leave the cleaning to the professionals while you focus on running your business.

Expertise and training: Professional cleaners are trained in best practices for sanitation, disinfection, and safety.

Access to professional-grade equipment: They use commercial vacuums, steam cleaners, and eco-friendly chemicals.

Custom cleaning plans: Services can be tailored to your schedule, industry regulations, and facility type.

Whether you need daily, weekly, or one-off deep cleans, Melbourne cleaning companies offer flexible packages to suit every business.

Types of Commercial Cleaning Services in Melbourne

There’s no one-size-fits-all when it comes to cleaning. Commercial cleaning services in Melbourne are tailored to the specific needs of your industry and premises. Some of the most in-demand services include:

Office Cleaning Keep workspaces hygienic and organised with dusting, vacuuming, rubbish removal, and sanitising of desks, kitchens, and restrooms.

Retail Cleaning Create an inviting shopping environment with sparkling floors, clean shelves, and germ-free change rooms.

Medical and Healthcare Cleaning Specialized cleaning with hospital-grade disinfectants to meet health and safety standards.

Industrial and Warehouse Cleaning Removal of grease, grime, and debris to keep operations running smoothly and safely.

School and Educational Facility Cleaning Ensure safe learning environments through deep cleaning of classrooms, halls, and restrooms.

End of Lease Cleaning For businesses relocating, detailed cleaning ensures you meet lease exit requirements.

These services can be adjusted for frequency and scope, depending on your business type and traffic volume.

Choosing the Right Commercial Cleaners in Melbourne

With many providers to choose from, selecting the right commercial cleaners can be a challenge. Here are some tips to help you make an informed decision:

Check for experience and reputation Look for a cleaning company in Melbourne that has a proven track record with clients in your industry. Online reviews, case studies, and testimonials are a great place to start.

Ensure proper certifications and insurance Reputable providers should be fully insured and certified to handle various cleaning tasks, especially if they’re operating in sensitive environments like healthcare or food service.

Customised cleaning plans Avoid one-size-fits-all services. Your cleaner should conduct an on-site assessment and offer a tailored plan that meets your schedule and hygiene requirements.

Eco-friendly options Many cleaning services in Melbourne now offer green cleaning solutions that are safe for people and the environment, without compromising on quality.

Communication and reliability Choose a provider with clear communication channels, a responsive customer service team, and a strong commitment to punctuality and quality control.

The Benefits of Regular Commercial Cleaning

Regular cleaning by professionals not only enhances the appearance of your workspace but also delivers long-term benefits, including:

Healthier work environments: Reduce the spread of germs and viruses, especially during flu seasons or public health outbreaks.

Improved productivity: Clean environments lead to higher employee satisfaction and fewer sick days.

Positive brand image: Clients and customers associate cleanliness with professionalism and attention to detail.

Extended asset life: Regular maintenance prevents damage to carpets, upholstery, flooring, and fixtures.

Final Thoughts

A clean and organised commercial space reflects the values of your business and ensures the comfort and safety of everyone who walks through your doors. With so many options for commercial cleaners Melbourne, it’s important to choose a partner who understands your industry, listens to your needs, and delivers consistent results.

From small offices to large industrial sites, a trusted cleaning company in Melbourne can take the hassle out of facility maintenance and give you peace of mind.

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Moving Out or Upgrading? Let Us Handle Couch Removal in Albuquerque

When you're moving out, renovating, or simply decluttering, the last thing you want to stress about is how to get rid of that old, heavy couch. At our professional couch removal service in Albuquerque, we specialize in fast, reliable, and eco-friendly disposal solutions that save you time, energy, and hassle. Whether you’re upgrading to new furniture or preparing your property for sale or rent, we’ve got the tools and experience to make your transition smooth and seamless.

Why Professional Couch Removal in Albuquerque Matters

Disposing of a couch isn’t just a matter of tossing it out by the curb. Most residential waste services in Albuquerque won’t accept bulky furniture items, leaving you with few convenient options. That’s where we come in. We provide a comprehensive junk removal solution tailored to fit your schedule and your space.

No heavy lifting on your part

Same-day or scheduled pick-ups

Licensed, insured, and professional crews

Affordable pricing with no hidden fees

We ensure your old furniture is removed responsibly, donating salvageable items and recycling what we can. This helps reduce landfill waste and benefits local charities across the Albuquerque area.

Fast, Stress-Free Couch Pickup for Homeowners and Renters

Whether you're a homeowner preparing for a sale, a renter vacating your apartment, or someone simply upgrading their living space, we make couch removal effortless.

Our streamlined 3-step process:

Book Your Pickup – Call us or book online to schedule your couch removal.

We Arrive On Time – Our team shows up promptly, ready with tools and manpower.

We Remove It Quickly – We lift, load, and haul the couch away—no damage, no mess.

We handle sectionals, recliners, loveseats, pull-out sofas, and more, ensuring your space is left clean and ready for its next use.

We Serve All Albuquerque Neighborhoods

Our local crews cover every corner of Albuquerque, including:

Nob Hill

Old Town

Downtown ABQ

North Valley

South Valley

Taylor Ranch

Westside & Eastside Communities

No matter where you're located, we’re just a call away from picking up your unwanted couch at your convenience.

Eco-Friendly Furniture Removal – A Greener Albuquerque

Our commitment to the environment sets us apart. Every couch we collect undergoes a sorting process:

Reusable items are donated to shelters, charities, and reuse centers.

Metal and wood parts are separated for recycling.

Fabric and cushioning are processed for responsible disposal.

We partner with local Albuquerque recycling facilities and donation centers, ensuring your unwanted furniture finds a second life whenever possible.

Commercial Couch and Furniture Removal Services

Our services aren’t just for residential customers. We proudly work with businesses, property managers, Airbnb hosts, and real estate agents who need to get rid of outdated or damaged couches quickly.

We provide:

Bulk furniture pickups

Office and lobby couch removals

End-of-lease cleanouts

Rental property upgrades

We offer flexible scheduling, bulk discounts, and recurring service options to make couch removal for businesses fast, cost-effective, and dependable.

Don’t Try It Yourself – The Hidden Dangers of DIY Couch Disposal

Couches are bulky, awkward, and dangerous to lift without help. Doing it yourself can result in:

Back injuries and strains

Damage to floors, walls, or door frames

Violation of city dumping regulations

Fines for improper disposal

Let our trained professionals handle the heavy lifting, so you can focus on your move or renovation without unnecessary risk.

Transparent Pricing – No Surprises, Ever

We believe in upfront, honest pricing with no surprise charges. Our couch removal rates include:

Labor

Transportation

Disposal or donation processing

Clean-up

You’ll receive a free, no-obligation estimate before we begin any work. Once approved, we’ll complete the removal quickly and efficiently. We also offer volume-based pricing if you have more than one item to remove.

Same-Day and Emergency Couch Removal Available

Last-minute move? Guests arriving tomorrow? Couch damaged beyond repair? We offer same-day and next-day pickup options across Albuquerque.

Just give us a call and we’ll prioritize your job, often completing removals within hours of your request.

What Makes Us the Top Choice for Couch Removal in Albuquerque?

Locally owned and operated

5-star customer satisfaction rating

Trained, uniformed, courteous staff

Fully licensed and insured

No job too big or too small

Comprehensive junk removal available

From single-item pick-ups to full property cleanouts, we’re proud to be Albuquerque’s trusted name in junk and furniture removal.

How to Schedule Your Couch Removal Today

It’s easy to get started. Simply:

Call us or book online

Choose your preferred pickup date and time

Get a fast, free estimate

Enjoy stress-free couch removal

We’ll take care of the rest, ensuring your furniture is removed quickly, safely, and responsibly.

Moving out or upgrading your furniture shouldn’t be stressful. Let our professional Albuquerque couch removal team handle the hard part so you can enjoy a cleaner, more open space.

Contact us today for a fast and friendly quote.