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yandere-daydreams · 1 year ago

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Title: Needlework.

A grab-bag commission for the very lovely @pale-horse-writing.

Pairing: Yandere!OC x Reader.

Summary: Your long-term captor takes one more step towards making you his perfect little doll.

Word Count: 1.2k.

TW: Injury To Reader, Infantilization, Dollification, Feminization (Reader Dressed Femininely and Specifically NOT Cool With It), Implied Kidnapping, Unhealthy Relationships, and Non-Consensual Drug Use.

Every stitch took exactly fifteen seconds.

Two for the tip of the needle to pierce your skin, three more to find its exit-point, and ten for Dottie to pull the long, braided string through your punctured flesh. The final result was two perfectly symmetrical rows of neat, pinkish white ‘x’-es leading from the curve of your foot to the bottom of your knee, binding vinyl to skin and ensuring you wouldn’t be able to remove it without a great deal of trouble, without ruining your perfect white gloves and perfect white dress. The shoes themselves – because that was the point of this, as difficult as it was to remember, to make sure you couldn’t misbehave and remove your real punishment – were silver and well-polished, a pair that he'd just brought home a few days ago. There had been crossed strips of ribbon down the front at one point, but they’d been removed in favor of leaving that much more of your skin exposed, and in place of the dainty, delicate heels he usually preferred were thick platforms; about six inches tall and specially weighted to limit mobility. You couldn’t imagine where he’d gotten them. You couldn’t imagine how he’d gotten it into his head to use them for something like this.

Dottie brought the needle to your skin for the final stitch, the point sinking into your numb calf for the thousandth time. Despite everything, he wasn’t a sadist – the mask fitted over the lower half of your face and the canister it was attached to made sure you stayed limp, complacent, too strung-out to move or run or think as he worked. A few months ago, you would’ve protested, kicked and screamed and threw the kind of tantrum he’d have to calm with a hushed tone and a handful of sedatives, but you’d learned better, since then. He was going to do whatever he wanted to you, no matter how you reacted to it. The only thing you got to decide was how much it was going to hurt.

There was an airy chuckle, the sound of a thread being cut, then a fleeting kiss to the inside of your knee. Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, peeling off his latex gloves and discarding them along with his bloody needle before turning his attention back to you, to your prone state. Your mask was removed, but your vision remained unfocused, the fog laying over your thoughts still thick as Dottie ran his fingertips over your cheek, rubbing out the lingering indents. Out of reflex, you leaned into his touch, eager to savor his gentleness before the numbness wore off and the ache let in, and your desperation was rewarded with a light hum, another kiss – the one to the top of your head. “You did beautifully.” You felt his lips against the shell of your ear, then your cheek. “I couldn’t ask for a better model.”

You tried to speak, to respond with something halfway coherent, but your tongue was too heavy and your throat was filled with cotton and it was all you could do to open your mouth, to let out something you could only compare to a fractured whimper. There was a sympathetic coo, a new weight on the edge of the velvet-cushioned lounge-seat he used for your little ‘adjustments’. Carefully, with pains taken not to disturb the delicate bows tied into your hair, he draped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. “I know, I know,” he muttered, squeezing you against him before detangling himself from you completely. “But it’s for the best. I knew what had to be done the second I saw what you were getting up to while I was gone.”

What you were getting up to. He must’ve meant breaking his unspoken rules – cooking for yourself, changing out of his meticulously chosen outfits, loosening the strings of the lung-flattening corsets he took minutes out of his schedule to bind you into. You weren’t supposed to do anything, not while he was gone, not if there was a chance you’d bruise yourself or tear the hem of one of his handmade petticoats. He would never say it aloud, but he wasn’t subtle. He wanted you to be something pretty, something useless, something that was doted on and adorned with proof of his misplaced love. You’d heard him admit, once, while he thought you were asleep, that if he had his way, you wouldn’t have to do so much as think for yourself, but thankfully, he hadn’t found an article of clothing that can accomplish that. Not yet, at least.

“This’ll keep you out of trouble while I’m away.” He positioned himself at your side, clapping his hands the way you would if you were trying to get a child’s attention. An animal’s attention. “Why don’t you try taking a step for me, sweetheart?”

Dread, fear, and shame coiled in the pit of your stomach. With more than a little reluctance, you swung your feet over the side of the chair, tears immediately welling up and blurring your vision further as the platforms strained Dottie’s stitching and sent a thousand stabbing, agonizing jolts racing up your legs. Standing was no easier, but you managed to push yourself to your feet, to ignore the way your legs screamed in protest long enough to lift your right foot and took a single, unsteady st—

Your knees buckled, your strength faltering, and then you were on the ground, legs bent into a crumbled heap and dress fanning out around you. Dottie was by your side in a moment, pulling you into his arms as you heard yourself start to sniffle, as you felt warm tears start to drip down your cheeks. “Poor thing.” The sentiment was empathetic, but his cadence was overjoyed, brimming with excitement. It was the same tone he used when he sat you down in front of a vanity, made you watch as he fastened yet another lace collar around your neck. It was the same voice he used when he was on top of you, wiping away your tears as he pretended to care about whether or not you were happy. “Like a puppet without its strings. That’s alright, though. You know I’ll always be here to repair you.”

You rested your cheek against his chest, shutting your eyes. “People don’t need to be repaired.”

“But you do.” One last kiss, this one to the corner of your lips. This time, you couldn’t bring yourself to pretend the affection made you feel much of anything at all. “And that’s why I have to look after you.”

He was taking you back to your bedroom, to the pink-soaked space filled to the point of bursting with soft blankets and stuffed animals and all the things he wanted you to want. You’d be left there until the numbing agent wore off, until the pain was more than you could take, and when you cried out for him and his distorted comfort, he’d take joy in doting on you, in reassuring himself that you were too helpless to take so much as a step without his help.

You could only hope that, whenever he decided you’d learned your lesson, his stitches would come out faster than they’d gone in.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere oc #oc x reader #yandere oc x reader #yanderecore #yancore

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the-s1lly-corner · 11 months ago

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Cuddling Laughing Jack hcs

Still feeling a little raw emotionally and I'm still physically tired + it's cold.. so I'm not in the best space to power through and answer requests today; but I'd still feel bad if I didnt get anything out for a day so today's going to be a personal writing day, assuming I write more today after this

Stay warm out there

I've probably written something like this before but honestly I can never get tired of laughing Jack shrugs

Plus who knows maybe I have new hcs in here

Maybe not but who knows

Written on mobile

Hes very very warm, so hes a good option as a cuddle buddy this time of the year ... kind of like snuggling into a heated blanket

Very large too, no matter how tall you are you can use him as a body pillow.. unless you're also 8 foot, or above

Long snakelike arms wrap around you, keeping you close and warm.. soft, too

Fairly soft in some places, not so soft in other places

His boobs, soft/lh/non sexual

I think his sleeves and the poofie things on his shoulders are soft too, almost pillow like

Purrs, a lot. Will rub circles into your back while purring

Very comforting, very relaxing

Definitely talks a lot when you guys cuddle; if you're trying to go to sleep you will likely have to gently ask him to pipe down

Wraps his legs around you every now and then, as if you weren't already glued to him with him snaking his arms around you.. totally would try to keep you in bed with him for as long as possible

Usually is big spoon but would be more than happy to be little spoon, will literally throw himself onto the bed if you offer

PLEASE run your fingers through his hair when hes little spoon

.. actually do it whenever, cuddling or not, he loves when you do that and it feels nice to him

Plus.. he definitely needs help with detangling, given how rowdy he is and constantly putting stuff in it/pulling stuff out (think like how cartoon characters can pull things out of no where) he definitely has at least a handful of tough knots in there

Hair is still soft as hell

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagine #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #laughing jack headcannons #laughing jack headcanons #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack x you #laughing jack imagine

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madhattervanessa · 1 year ago

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Valerian Root

This is a blurb I have been writing on for a while - it might spin off into a longer fic but I’m not sure I’ll ever upload it... if I’ll ever do it, you’ll find it on ao3

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Deathless x f!Witch!Reader

Summary: As you suffer from another wave of migraines, an unexpected guest returns to your home to take care of you... in more ways than one.

Warnings: Migraines, consensual-ish drugging (It’s for the reader’s health) and sudden appearing in readers living spaces, nipple play, biting, scratching, grinding/dry humping, rough-ish p in v sex

Words: 4646

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“I seldomly see you return this often, little witch.”

Your eyes stray from the beautiful scenery and towards the edge of your dream, the fibrillation coming from the deep timbre catching your attention - because despite opium and valerian root making for potent sleep and pain aiding drugs, this was not one of the usual effects.

You find him wandering through the darkness at the edge of the clearing before he manages to come closer, through the soft grass and into the light.

His long coat swishes through the moss and ferns as he slowly approaches, like someone attempting to feed a stray cat. Centuries of experience make him know to be careful - your dreams had always been fragile bubbles of calm and you’d grown protective of them even as a child. Now, more than ever, he was reminded of your first few meetings.

He knows, even cats who have grown docile will bite if given reason.

You purse your lips and avert your eyes towards a pile of books off to the side. He lets his eyes trail over you, the long, lightweight gown that floats just shy off the ground as you sway back and forth on the padded swing you sprawled out on.

He stops just shy of the swing, his presence carefully pushing into your personal space, gently intruding, waiting for you to pounce, retreat… or stay.

His coat is shed as he takes another form, jumping up into the swing with you to rub a soft cheek against your bare leg, carefully nudging the thin fabric covering you.

You smile and set your eyes upon the large, black cat nuzzling into your skin. You reach out and carefully pet his chin, moving on to his cheek before it smashes against your skin again.

A low rumbling purr starts as you continue caressing the soft fur behind his jaw, your other hand reaching for a book to read.

You keep the illusion for a while but then the walls of it shudder again and a slither of pain runs down your spine as the connection to your body strengthens again, the dreaming barely holding on.

You groan as you wake, still trying to hold on to the comfort your dream had brought you but it’s too late: The sharp pain and thrumming behind your eyes has returned with viciousness. You forcefully try to relax the muscles in your face as you look over your sun filled apartment.

It’s of no use, though.

So you carefully detangle from your sheets and pad through your apartment towards the kitchen.

There’s already some darkness creeping over the smooth tiles there. You sigh as the first step brings a cooling sensation underneath the soles of your feet, a short lived comfort.

You click the electric kettle on and grab a fresh thermos before filling it with your hand mixed tea as well as some honey.

As you wait for the water to boil, you hear the pearl curtain in your hallway clatter softly, despite it being absolutely windless in your apartment.

You’ve reached for a knife without much thinking. Your heartbeat immediately feels more prominent than your nausea as you peek around the fridge, down towards the hallway.

No one there.

You’re about to sign off of it being all in your imagination. But checking other rooms would not hurt. It had never been a bad idea in any century.

The kettle clicks and you hear as the water starts boiling.

But as you take a step backwards, the hair on the back of your neck stands and goosebumps litter your arms as you feel a presence stepping closer.

“Put the knife down, little witch.”

You jump, despite the soft murmur, and the knife clatters to the ground.

Two hands quickly envelop your shoulders and pull you back, the knife’s edge only just missing your bare feet.

You turn your head. “Morpheus”, you murmur, returning the fond look he has leveled at you, his hands slowly smoothing down your arms as he takes you in. “I- I have not called upon you-”

“I made time, after sensing your distress.”

He lets you go and carefully picks up the knife from the ground. Meanwhile you are still standing, quite starstruck, trying to make sense of this.

The last time you had seen him had been just months ago, a brief meeting after a hundred or more years of his disappearance. Nothing but a quick reassurance that he was back and would return to you once the rebuilding of the dreaming was done. Paired with a short request to look after a particular member of the Constantine family.

He strolls past you and into the kitchen. As you turn to follow him, another wave of nausea crashes against you and you hold on to the doorframe before deciding to sit down at the desk on the other side of the hallway.

The clinking and clattering from the kitchen grates against your sensitive nerves and you hesitantly open an eye to watch as he fills a teacup with boiling water before sprinkling some of your tea mixture into it.

The clattering stops and you close your eyes again, trying to focus on the distinct silence and the way the air seems filled with his presence.

A soft touch to your knee makes you open your eyes again to find Morpheus kneeling in front of you, the cup of tea in one hand and a small, white pill in the other.

You roll your eyes, contrary to your smile, despite the pain it causes.

“You know I don’t like painkillers-”

“Amuse me.”

You glare at him, your smile falling as you look back towards his offerings. As you reach for the teacup, purposefully ignoring the pill, he levels another soft and openly amused look at you.

“I’ll have the tea. Thank you”, you murmur and he sighs before tilting his head in silent acceptance.

You tentatively sip at your tea, finding at the perfect temperature. He watches closely as he gets up and you take another gulp. The pill is placed on the desk, well in sight of your weary eyes.

“Have it your way, then.”

“I always do. You know Hecate makes sure of it.”

The reference to the Moirai makes him straighten up for a second before he smiles - no doubt catching your remark as what it is.

You had not just idled around, you had found out where he had been all this time, what exactly he had been up to.

As you sip your tea, he follows his own curiosity, doing what he hadn’t been able to do the last time; carefully cataloging your apartment, the changes, the new additions. One of them being a plush armchair, the blue hues of its padding close enough to his eyes to have reminded you of him, just like the dark wood had reminded you of his attire and hair.

The dull ache in your head goes on and you hardly listen to the sounds surrounding you, trying to focus on your heartbeat.

That is, until you hear the dull sounds of boots falling, one by one, harshly interrupting your meditation.

“What are you doing over there?”

You turn to find him carefully draping his coat over said armchair as a wave of drowsiness overcomes you, his boots already neatly stacked underneath.

His pants follow, leaving him in underwear and a shirt, just like you.

You look him up and down before meeting his eyes and your breath hitches, the urge to get up and join him increasing with every second of eye contact shared between the two of you. But then there’s another wave of drowsiness and the pounding pain in your skull dulls to a gentle knock.

“You put something in my tea-?”, you murmur, your tongue feeling sticky and heavy in your mouth.

You put the tea down and your head lolls to the side before a gentle hand caresses your cheek and your temple rests against the soft fabric of his shirt. The smell of moss and old books from your dream fills your nose, a clear testament to his visit in it just mere moments ago.

“I do have access to more elusive ingredients for potion mixing, aiodos.”

The endearment runs down your spine soothingly as you frown, even though the energy to do so is leaving you steadily.

“Though I admit your mix of opium and valerian root to be quite potent.”

You blink again and feel your old heart slow as if you were a bear about to enter hibernation, your lips tingling pleasantly as if you had sipped some spiced wine instead of tea.

You want to say what you think of his little betrayal, want to curse and spite him-

“Come now, let’s get you to bed.”

You find yourself in his arms, despite your pitiful whine, despite trying to push him away. Your head falls against his chest and suddenly you feel frail like glass.

He carries you through the short hallway with care, his lips at your temple as the fight in you returns for a second, the need to prove you can damn well take care of yourself but a shush and his lips pressed to your forehead makes the seed die before it can sprout.

You sigh and go limp in his arms, then, the numbness traveling from the toes of your feet and your fingertips, up your body with every breath you take.

“Rest now. There’s nothing you need to fear. I am watching over you.”

When you next wake, the moon is barely peeking through the curtains, bathing everything in a cool, glittering light.

The heaviness you feel in your bones makes you feel like you have slept for eons.

It takes you a moment to remember, to become aware of the warm nook of a shoulder you are pressed into, the arm wound around you, the soft breaths fanning over your head.

You glance up at him and find him resting. A rare sight, even in your living spaces, thoroughly secured by runes and protection circles.

You can’t help but smile as you turn and let the flat of your hand carefully roam over his chest. There is no shame in staving off the inevitable a little longer, not after all this time.

So you watch the moon slowly illuminate the altar off to the side of the room and wait, relishing in the calm. It is then that you notice the absence of your pain and exhaustion.

“I trust you are feeling better?” The low grumble underneath your ear almost makes you jump had there not been the steady climb of a second hand towards your thigh.

You sigh in response and rub your leg against his underneath the plush blankets. A low hum sounds in return and you know there’s a pleased smile on his face without turning. The hand on your thigh moves in calming back and forth motions like a pendulum.

You lose yourself in the gentle touch before your hand travels higher, up to his collarbones and you feel him tense for a moment as you trace the lines up to his neck, the links of his necklace. As your touch travels to his jaw, he relaxes again.

It’s quite telling, really, that he is still laying here, instead of leaving you, knocked out cold.

“I feel... exhausted. Thoroughly rested.” You take another deep breath and prop your head up as your fingertips dance over his chin and back down to his throat. There’s the slightest hint of stubble there, underneath your touch and you wonder if it’s to feed into your own desires or if it’s an unwanted symptom of him not resting before taking care of his kingdom.

“You worried me.”

You hum and keep appreciating his form, wetting your lips as your fingers trace the lines of his chest. Inside, the admission had made you freeze and almost catch your breath.

Your eyes flick to his but you find him looking anywhere else, your sleep mussed hair, your shoulder peeking out from underneath the blankets - anywhere so as to not meet your eyes. It is more telling than him looking back but you simply take it in stride.

“I do apologize if I distracted you from your duties, milord”, you murmur, a teasing smile on your face as he finally returns your gaze. He tugs you over himself by your thigh, fully covering himself in you. His fingertips tickle the back of your thigh and you bite your lip.

However, before either of you can start to banter, a distant flutter, followed by a quiet squawk distracts you.

You turn your head and catch a shadow moving outside, then another flutter and the distant sound of bird’s claws on the balcony just outside your living room and kitchen.

You level a glare at Dream from the corner of your eye before you shuffle out of his grip and out of bed.

A call of your name and another sigh follow your footsteps through to the other room. Still barefoot and only in a shirt and underwear. You fumble with your fingertips at the seam of it, only then realizing the black color, the soft fabric- it lifts your sour mood just slightly. The smell of petrichor and sandalwood envelops you, following you, just like Dream’s eyes do.

There.

You spot just the slightest hint of a beak through one of your windows before the small, black shadow flutters to the next.

You hasten your steps in turn and manage to pull the window open before they can hop any further.

They jump, visibly shocked as you face them with a grim smile.

“Hello there. May I help you with something?”

After a few inquisitive turns of their head, they clear their throat.

“I-I-” You take your time to muster the bird, thinking them to be the familiar of another witch but then there’s that smell, that energy surrounding the little spy.

“You’re quite handsome.” The nervous flutter of feathers makes you perk up and you look him up and down a bit more intently as you lean onto the window sill. “You’re Dream’s new raven, aren’t you?”

“Oh- uhm... yeah, I keep an eye out for him, he... he tends to... get into trouble.”

You smile sweetly at him and nod.

“He does. But he is safe here, you know. And I do appreciate my privacy.”

“I-I understand but he’s been-”

“Matthew.”

The raven nearly jumps off of the sill at the low growl from behind you.

Pretty name for a pretty bird.

You welcome the warmth pressing against you from behind as an arm winds around your waist. “I told you not to spy on me.”

“I know, Sir, but after yesterday-”

Out of the corner of your eye you see Morpheus reaching towards the window.

“Give Lucienne my regards, Matthew. And please do visit again, I feel like we have much to talk about”, you quickly manage, sensing the impending end of your conversation, and as soon as your last word leaves your lips, Dream slams the window shut right in front of Matthew’s beak.

“I’m sorry about him.”

You arch an eyebrow at that, the word sorry had seen few uses in Morpheus’ vocabulary over the centuries. His nose presses against your cheek, just shy of a kiss.

“Let’s head back to bed.”

You spot the point of a raven’s beak as you just outside the window as he presses you impossibly closer, his lips trailing over your cheek to your neck.

Another arm wraps around you and you watch his hand trail over your collarbone before a thumb briefly rubs against your nipple: cheeky, and yet not to be unexpected from your lover.

“Morpheus-”, you whisper, rendered breathless at the overflow of tender motions. You give into the distraction and avert your eyes from the window.

“Mhm?”

“I’m barely back on my feet.”

“So let’s return to your bed, lover”, he murmurs, already pulling you back, away from the window and out of your kitchen.

You chuckle and turn in his arms, meeting his eyes before you lean against his forehead with your own.

“You should not be so harsh on him, you know? Jessamy’s footsteps are big ones to fill.”

“He is too curious for his own good. He needs to learn.”

“Is that what this is, then? A lesson for your raven?”

“It does present itself as a welcome side effect. Though my visit was motivated by very selfish cravings.” The low murmur makes heat lick up your spine. A knuckle tilts your chin up to his and your lips are captured in a kiss, his nose nudging against yours as his lips delicately press against your own.

The kiss leaves you in something akin to a trance and you follow him through the apartment to your bed, his hands steadily wandering over your body as do yours.

You are tempted to push him against a wall instead but as if he were able to read your mind, then, he kisses you again and holds you tight against him, his hands sneaking underneath your shirt. It sends a thrill up his spine to hear you moan in response, to feel you fit into his hands once more.

He grunts as he walks backwards into your bed but you just chuckle and redirect him.

He sits back and you crawl into his lap, before pressing another kiss to the frown that had presented itself on his lips.

“You know this would be easier in my realm.”

“Mh- but I dislike the journey there too much and you know full well.”

He sits back against the headboard and you settle there together, your hands trailing over his chest as he grabs you by the nape of your neck to pull you into another kiss.

You hum and grab the hem of his shirt tightly as he opens your mouth with his own, your breaths mingling as you inhale each other’s presence.

His hands fit themselves into your waist, relishing in the bare skin underneath as he seems to swallow you whole. He could, potentially. Kidnap you and keep you, like Hades did with Persephone. But he knows better than to upset your matron goddesses.

“You know I struggle with the waking world just as much.”

“If you insist”, you whisper back, a faint smile on your lips before you peck his lips again. As you lean back to take your shirt off, however, he leans in to press more kisses to your jaw and down to your neck.

You sigh in content, melting in his grasp as you let your head fall back. However, when you shoot a quick glance towards your alarm clock, you find the space empty.

As teeth scrape over the thin skin covering your collarbone, you do another double take. But it’s gone.

“Dream-”, you mutter, still distracted, especially as he gentles the rasp of his teeth with his tongue. “Morpheus, where is my alarm clock?”

“Irrelevant.”

You frown and this time it’s you who grabs him by the chin to make him look at you. You lean back to look at him, even though you miss the proximity immediately.

“How long did you make me sleep for?” He purses his lips, the annoyance clear as day on his features. Oh, you could picture it perfectly well now, that glare towards the alarm while you were sound asleep on his chest. One time must have been more than enough, then, for him to make the poor thing disappear.

He sighs.

“Two days.” He trails off, his eyes caught on your lips for a moment before they flick back upwards. “I think.”

“You think?” You let go of his chin and shake your head at him. “Two days. I have a job, Morpheus.”

“That job is pointless. You’re a witch”, he grumbles, pressing another furious kiss to your neck. “Besides, you had fallen ill. No use in working when you can hardly stand.” He tugs you back to fully sit in his lap again, winding his arms around you as if you were a dream about to catch flight in the world. Your boiling anger simmers at the tender motion, if only for a moment.

“You’re not usually this disagreeable with me.”

The murmur is almost lost on you but the memory it procures definitely isn’t. Images of past meetings make your still weak head spin, make you bite your lip at the memory of hastily rucked up skirts and wanton moans that had left neighbors in many a century both flustered and angry.

You lean in to kiss him again, then, because that is usually all it takes, especially when he frustrates you: The memory of time you had spent together when you could.

“Next time you are in distress, call for me.” Teeth nip at your bottom lip, a silent reprimand and you let your fingertips trail over his neck, towards the nape where you can sneak into his hair.

“I have friends and other, less busy lovers for that, Dream. You don’t need to take care of me”, you mutter, tongue too quick and nudging against ancient disputes between the two of you.

The hands on your hips tighten at the mention of the others. While he tolerated your need for more than his sparse visits, he didn’t necessarily like it.

“I’m sorry, I-”

Instead of a wrathful reply, you receive a fierce kiss, one that makes your teeth click. You can taste a hint of blood from where teeth must have pierced your lip but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

His hands gently cup your face and he grunts as you cant your hips against his. He turns the two of you so you’re flat on your back. Your mouths never part, locked in a hot and messy tangle. A tongue nudges against yours and you lose your train of thought. The soft touches quickly escalate into something more desperate after that.

One of his hands grabs your ass to hold you steady as you squirm underneath him, the soft touches underneath your shirt turning into rough groping, his thumb steadily rubbing against your nipples.

You hold on to his shoulder, losing yourself in the kisses exchanged as you gasp for air. He lets you grind your pussy against his hard length, the damp fabric catching on your clit with every one of your combined movements.

It’s a stubborn game, the silence between the two of you. Every time one of you moves to kiss the other’s neck, their jaw, the other muffles their own sounds. When you bite down on his earlobe, a small gasp escapes him and you grin triumphantly as the thrust of his hips jolts you up the mattress with your own moan.

You let your lips trail over the shell of his ear. As you grind your pussy down against him, you moan into his ear and the groan he responds with makes you shudder. Out of the corner of your eye you see him furrowing his brows and both of his hands tug you down harder, his own hips searching for the friction.

Finally, he rips your underwear off of you - you scramble to get your shirt off but he is faster than you, pinning you down to line himself up with your pussy.

You’re abruptly shoved up the mattress and gasp as he presses into you with a rough shove.

“Morpheus”, you whisper and grab his chin to lead him into another kiss.

“What is it? Tell me.”

Your fingertips dig into the bone of his jaw. You would be drawing blood with any of your human lovers, you know that, but he is leaving imprints of his teeth in your skin and you can’t help yourself. You bare your teeth as he leans down to suck at your pulse.

“What do you want?”, he murmurs over the wet skin and you feel yourself growing wetter as you grind against him.

“You know exactly what I want, you just want me to say it. I shouldn’t give you the satisfaction”, you sigh and roll your hips against his a little harder, finding that perfect spot to rub your clit against, a perfect bit of friction that makes your cheeks heat up. “Undress me, Morpheus. I want to feel you. Please.”

He hums and slides his hands over your back, up, underneath the shirt. He pulls it off very carefully and your hands move on to his shirt before your own is even fully discarded. You’re less careful than he is and he seems to approve, visibly impatient as he shuffles you until your chest presses up against his before his lips find yours again.

He starts moving his hips again and you keen into his mouth at the friction. You pull at his shoulders, wanting more but unable to voice it.

You let your hand trail over his back, down until you can scratch your nails over his thigh. It makes him moan, his hips jutting forward until you can grasp it in one of your hands.

“Cunning”, he murmurs but he doesn’t resist your pull, doesn’t so much as blink an eye. Instead he pushes two of his slender fingers against your clit, the slick sound drowned out by your moan.

"Morpheus, more-"

"Be patient", he murmurs and you want to bite at him, your lips already searching for the skin of his neck.

You faintly hear your phone ring but Morpheus pushes his slick fingers between your lips.

You meet his eyes, fully entranced, your legs haphazardly nudged to the crooks of his elbows as he pushes closer, closer until you can feel him bottoming out.

You bite down on his fingers. It changes his sullen expression, his brows furrowing, his lips twitching as he presses his hard cock deeper until you keen and let go.

Spit slick fingers trail down over your bottom lip before he leans in to kiss you again. The spit smears against your arm before he intertwines his fingers with yours. Your moans are muffled by the kiss, a harsh and passionate thing, aided by tongue and teeth as he thrusts into you.

The headboard creaks with great offense as you grab a hold of the wood and dig your nails into it.

He drags his palm over your arm before it settles next to yours on the bedframe, his nose dipping down to press against your cheek. His thrusts are almost punishing. Every single one is making the breath in your throat catch.

You lean your cheek against your knee that is pushed up next to your head. He follows the movement, his lips smearing against the tendons in your neck.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes, yes”, you gasp, mindless in the pursuit of your own pleasure.

He doesn’t let up until your orgasm burns through you and he has to muffle your sounds with another kiss before he follows with his own orgasm.

You pant heavily as he lifts his mouth from yours. You detangle carefully, your whole body aching. Meanwhile Morpheus is quick to get dressed again before he is off to your bathroom.

You awake to a warm feeling and crack one eyelid open to watch as Morpheus carefully cleans you with a wet, warm towel.

When he is finally done, he joins you in bed again, his hands dragging over your still naked body, his lips pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.

“How do you feel?”

You snort and scooch closer until you can put a leg over his hip.

“Godlike”, you finally sigh. It earns you an amused chuckle and another murmur that you don’t catch over your increasing drowsiness.

#morpheus x reader #the sandman x reader #the sandman netflix #dream of the endless #dream x reader #matthew the raven

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fizziepopangel · 6 months ago

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Husk Headcanons (Cat Tendencies Edition)

Husk makes biscuits in his sleep or when he’s falling asleep. And yes, Angel does have countless videos of the hell cat doing this when he’s too exhausted to notice the man pointing the camera at him.

He can move as stealthily as any other cat and often uses this fact to sneak up on Angel and scare the hell out of him most of the time. He did this to Charlie once, but ended up making her cry when he scared her. He felt like the biggest asshole in the entirety of hell and he offered to wear a bell after that incident for no other reason than to make sure Charlie would always hear him coming. Although Charlie declined his offer, Husk does try to make some kind of sound to let Charlie when he’s coming so he doesn’t accidentally scare her.

Despite disliking his cat attributes, Husk is actually very well groomed most of the time. He takes regular showers and baths because the hot water helps with the joint pain he suffers, he also uses a lot of deshedding conditioner to combat the ungodly amount of shedding he does, and detangle his fur. On top of that, he also grooms the way most cats do to the extent he can, but he finds it embarrassing so it only happens in the comfort and privacy of his own room when he’s sure the door is locked.

On the subject of grooming, it’s a known fact that the man who practices sleight of hand also has extremely good grooming practices for his paws. Angel can attest to the fact that the low maintenance appearance of the man is in fact not as low maintenance as it may seem since he’s seen Husk’s vast collection of self care products that range from creams for the pads of his paws to special nail filing board to keep his claws at a manageable length.

He does chase the red dot. Angel keeps a laser pointer on hand just to bust out the red dot at random moments for his own entertainment. Husk has tried everything to resist the urge, but the chase for the red dot continues. It pisses him off to no end.

The reason Husk let his hair grow out so shaggy despite his former well-groomed appearance is because his contract with Alastor meant he lost the souls he owned, including the soul he basically staffed as a groomer for himself. Niffty offered to cut his hair for him once, but despite his comment about only needing the hair on his head trimmed, he somehow ended up with the whiskers on the left side of his face cut nearly in half. It didn’t bother him at first, but he quickly learned the importance of whiskers to a cat. After that incident, he has opted to just let his hair grow as it is and he still shudders whenever he sees Niffty with scissors.

Purring. So much purring.

In terms of vocalizations, Husk also growls, hisses, and meows. Most of these sounds are involuntary… The hissing and growling doesn’t bug him too much, but the meowing and purring he occasionally feels self conscious and embarrassed about.

Husk is guilty of allogrooming. This mainly happens with Angel Dust when the two are having more domestic moments in their relationship so sometimes the spider demon finds himself being groomed while they cuddle.... Husk also really enjoys being groomed, especially when he's not feeling well since it makes him feel loved.

Similarly, Husk sometimes absentmindedly grooms himself when he zones out, to even licks at his paws as a way to self soothe when he’s overly stressed. Alastor hates the habit, but Charlie, Angel, and Sir Pentious find it pretty cute.

Husk actually suffers from arthritis throughout his spine, which actually affects his tail too which can drastically affect his mobility and his balance.

When he first sold his soul to Alastor, there was a bit of a power struggle issue before Husk was able to fall in line where the radio demon wanted him, Alastor would often walk him on his chain as if it were a leash, referring to Husk only as his pet. To make this more demeaning, Alastor even went as far as to buy him scratching posts and cat toys….. As much as he hated it being a show for the man, Husk did end up keeping the cat toys he enjoyed playing with in his room in a box under his bed, and he does have a scratching post in his room as well. He would never let Alastor know that though.

Like most cats, the bartending demon is lactose intolerant…. violently lactose intolerant.

Alastor has a cat muzzle for the drunkard because, while Husk isn’t normally a mean drunk, he has threatened to bite the radio demon multiple times, and on one occasion, the boozed up cat actually did it. Alastor still has the scar from the incident and keeps the muzzle on hand just in case now.

He does occasionally have the cat urge to just knock things off tables and counters. He has broken multiple mugs and glasses and such. He tries to control it but sometimes he just can’t so he spends a lot of time sweeping up broken glass. Vaggie has an order in for some nice reusable plastic cups and mugs for the bar.She knows it probably won’t stop Husk from knocking over cups, but she figured it would at least be safer since they’d be less likely to break.

#fizziepop thoughts #vivziepop #hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin headcanons #husk headcanons #husk being a cat #hazbin hotel angel dust #niffty cannot be trusted grooming cats #the radio demon still sometimes refers to Husk as his pet #husk is just a big kitty

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endcrman · 7 months ago

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Allostasis

(Chapter 3)

As a general rule of thumb, Grian doesn’t do public servers for a multitude of reasons. This one hadn’t even made it onto the list.

TW for implied sexual assault, PTSD symptoms, and Self-Neglect

(This is a comfort chapter in the hurt/comfort fic)

Read the whole fic here. (Here for Ao3/mobile.)

Panic enveloped him first, before anything else.

He was surrounded by water, he realized, unable to stop himself from gasping, liquid rushing to fill his lungs. His eyes shot open, stinging from whatever else was in the water with him, everything blurry. His wings were heavy, pulling him deeper, deeper even as he flailed, trying to pull himself above the surface.

He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, fast, jackhammering away as his desperate lungs tried to pull in another breath- only more water. He felt dizzy, flailing hopelessly, arms feeling heavier and heavier, until they met something solid.

The surface was covered, he was trapped.

His vision started going dark as panic enveloped his entire being.

There was muffled shouting as he faded away again.

Grian gasped, sitting up suddenly as he woke. He found his own hand at his throat as he coughed, almost as if the imaginary liquid could leave his lungs still, the memory of his dream sending him reeling.

He hadn't noticed the hushed voices from just outside his door until they stopped, pausing at the commotion he was making. Two pairs of eyes peeked around the doorframe, both landing on him easily, not like he'd moved at all, and Grian couldn't stop himself from shrinking at the attention.

“Grian!” Scar was too loud, too excited, too eager as he rushed inside, towards the bed. “Joel told me a little about what was happening, you should have told me!”

He felt his face crinkle at the thought, looking away from the other at the much more interesting wall. Had that crack in that plank always been there?

There was a beat before Scar spoke again, voice quieting down a bit to a much more tolerable level. “Sorry, guess that's probably why you didn't tell me. I can go if you want? I don't know- Joel said I should come over, he told me you said it was okay but we both know how he can be-”

“Hey!” Joel cut off his rambling, sounding offended. “He did say it was okay. Give him a blummin’ moment Scar, you're going to get yourself kicked out.”

“Sorry,” Grian managed, throat feeling even more sore from hacking his lungs out a moment ago, “still- still tired.”

“That's fine,” Scar quickly assured him, reaching out to touch Grian's shoulder despite Joel's hissed warning. “No need for sorries, take your time.”

Despite Joel's concerns, Grian relaxed under the small touch. He hadn't realized just how much he missed this, even the little touches, not until Joel had been standing behind him carefully detangling his hair.

“Helped convince him to take a shower and eat,” Joel spoke softly, clearly not to Grian himself. “His voice is a bit rough though, like you heard,” and Joel's attention turned toward him again. “Did you want more tea, Grian?”

He thought about it for a moment, but the soreness in his throat had yet to let up. “Less honey this time?” He asked, finally looking back over at his two friends.

“You got it boss.” And Joel was off, busying himself over the stove.

“Honey's supposed to be good for your throat,” Scar interjected, making a wheezy laugh escape Grian.

“Yeah, that's why he put too much in last night,” he hummed, before thinking a bit more on it. “Earlier? I- I don't know how long it's been.”

“Probably just earlier,” Scar's voice was soft, at least for now, before he got too excited to remember it again. “He said he came over this morning.”

“Mm.” He couldn't think of any other way to respond, simply acknowledging the fact. This morning. Judging by the light outside his windows, he'd been out for most of the day then, the sun would be setting soon. “Are you staying the night?” He asked, as soon as the thought came to mind.

“Oh- uh, I think that was the plan? As long as you're alright with that,” Scar seemed unsure, fidgeting in place. “You can kick me out whenever, but Joel said you probably shouldn't be alone right now.”

Grian felt his lip curl, even though Joel was probably right. “I'm not going to kick you out, Scar.” He glanced over at the other, noting how he twisted his hands together, a ball of energy. “Did Joel pull you away from a build?”

“What? No!” Scar lied, laughing as he deliberately placed his hands on the armrests of his chair. “Don't worry about it, G, I'd rather be here anyway.”

“Don't be like that,” Grian scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What did Joel even tell you anyways? How much of my business did he spill?” He wasn't actually upset at Joel, not really, but he felt bitter.

“Not a lot!” Scar's hands were raised again, as if trying to calm a panicked animal. “Just… that you've been here a while now, and you've been having an episode, but you won't say why. Not that you have to! Just- that's what he told me.”

“An episode,” Grian repeated bitterly, mumbled under his breath.

“Like- Like a PTSD episode,” Scar clarified, wringing his hands again.

Grian grimaced at the bluntness, looking away from Scar again. He almost wished for his comm, but he knew it was a bad idea, who knew what kinds of messages could be waiting on there. “Who said I have PTSD?” He bluffed, knowing there were at least a couple of Hermits who would confirm as much, it wasn't his best kept secret.

“Grian…” Scar's hand was on his shoulder yet again, and he couldn't stop himself from relaxing under it immediately. “You don't have to tell me anything, okay? Just let me know how I can help. If I can help.”

For a while it was quiet, just the distant sounds of Joel opening and closing different chests. Grian hadn't even realize he started crying until Scar was pulling away.

“Joel?” Grian could hear the concern in his voice, even though he hadn't done anything wrong. He hadn't.

Grian whipped around, grabbing Scar's wrist and holding on far too tight, feeling the tears roll down his cheeks. “D-don't leave,” he barely managed. Scar's other hand moved from the wheel of his chair, gently wrapping his fingers around Grian's grip.

“Oh, Grian…” Scar's voice almost matched his in volume, and for once Grian couldn't bring himself to care how full of pity it was. Maybe just this once he needed a little pity. “I'm sorry, I thought… I thought I upset you. I was just going to get Joel.”

“Please don't leave me.” It was pathetic, he felt pathetic, he was pathetic; but the last time Scar left him alone… He hiccuped, free hand rubbing furiously at his face. “Please, Scar-”

“I'm not going anywhere, Grian.” He barely managed to slip his hand out of Grian's grip, only to lace their fingers together, other hand sandwiching Grian's between them. “You're okay, I'm here.”

There were footsteps approaching, and then silence for a moment. Grian looked up just in time to see the look Joel and Scar were sharing, before their joint attention was on him again.

“I'm going to put this here,” Joel said once he realized Grian was watching him, setting the mug of tea on the bedside table. “For when you're thirsty again.”

Grian sniffled, nodding a little. “Th-thanks. Sorry,” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand, squeezing Scar's with the other.

“It's fine,” Joel assured him, reaching out to brush Grian's hair out of his face again. “... Do you want me to stay? I was going to head out soon now that Scar is here, but I don't have to.”

Grian quickly shook his head, almost immediately undoing the progress Joel had made on his hair again. “Don't- don't stay just because you feel like you have to,” he insisted, even though that was exactly what Scar was doing. “You've been here all day.”

“Meh,” Joel shrugged, keeping his hands to himself this time. “I don't mind staying longer, but if you want me to go…” He glanced over to where Grian's comm was resting, just next to the cup of tea. “Don't hesitate to call me, either of you!”

Scar pulled a hand away to salute. “Sir yes sir!” He said earnestly, a smile on his face. Grian couldn't stop the tiny laugh that made its way through his tears, Scar's ridiculousness a balm on the entire situation.

“Good, good.” And Joel was making his way toward the door, hesitating. “Grian,” he had paused in the doorway, biting his lower lip. “We're here for you, alright? Ping me and I'll be over in an instant.”

Grian's chest hurt, and it took everything in him not to sob as he nodded a little. His voice was shaking as he managed a single word, “okay.” And then Joel was gone.

It probably wasn't actually that fast, he probably waited by the door for another minute or two, waiting to see if Grian changed his mind. Though once he finally managed to blink away his tears again it was just him and Scar, who was cradling his hand between his own once more.

“You should drink your tea,” Scar's voice was still quiet as he raised the hand not directly intertwined with Grian's fingers, thumb brushing away some of the wetness on his cheek. “Replace some of those liquids you just lost.”

“Not sure that's how it works,” he mumbled, head tilting into the touch.

“Wouldn't hurt either though.” Scar’s hand started to pull away, only for Grian to hold on to it even tighter. “I’m not going anywhere, G-man, just think you should use two hands to hold the mug, you’re a bit shaky.”

Grian wet his lips, squeezing Scar’s hand again. “... Promise?”

Scar squeezed right back. “Cross my heart.”

Reluctantly, Grian dropped Scar’s hand. He forced himself to keep calm even as the other pulled away a bit, picking up the mug to hand to him, which he took in trembling hands himself. Scar was right, of course, he was in no state to use just one.

“Thank you,” he murmured, before taking a sip of the tea, thanking the void it wasn’t as sweet as the last time he’d had it, he wasn’t sure he could stomach it again. He watched over the mug as Scar rolled minutely closer to the bed before activating the brakes, fiddling with his hands in his lap before looking up again, catching the other's gaze before Grian's eyes quickly darted away.

“Aren't you going to ask?” His words were muffled, spoken into the mug and swallowed by it.

“Ask what?” He could see Scar lean forward a bit in the corner of his eye.

He took another sip of tea, delaying the inevitable. “What happened.”

Scar was quiet for a moment, clearly thinking about what to say next, which wasn't always something he did. Grian almost snickered at the thought, but Scar was speaking finally.

“No, I don't think so,” he looked thoughtful, resting his chin on his fist. “You'll tell me if you want to, Joel said you might, but I'm not gonna push it.” It was quiet again, and after a moment Scar looked up, meeting Grian's eyes once more. “Unless you want me to ask, would that make it easier?”

Grian winced at being seen through so easily, looking down into the mug just to avoid contact. “... It might, yeah.”

“Hm, alright.” He didn't sound judgemental, he never did, but Grian couldn't help but feel nervous. “... It has to do with whatever happened at that convention, doesn't it? When we got split up?”

Grian almost felt like he was there again, surrounded by people on all sides, pushing in on him, no care for his personal space— “Yes,” he choked out, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “It was- it- yes.” He felt Scar's hand rest on his forearm, though he didn't look away from the small bit of tea left in the mug.

“I'm sorry, Grian,” he mumbled, continuing before Grian could tell him it wasn't his fault. “What… What happened? Who did this to you?”

He could feel tears welling up in his eyes again, and he couldn't tell if it was from remembering, or the care that Scar was putting into the situation. “My ex, he- he was on the server. I hadn't spoken with him since high school,” the words sounded legible to him at least, but he'd be a fool to assume that was entirely the truth, voice beginning to shake again as tears rolled down his cheeks for what felt like the millionth time that day.

“He hit you?” Scar gasped, hand gripping a little tighter at Grian's arm.

“I was- I wasn't letting him-” Grian hiccuped, hands going white-knuckled around the mug. “He wanted to touch my wings,” he sobbed, almost spilling what little was left of the tea with how much he was shaking.

“Oh, Grian…” The mug was taken from his hands and set aside, replaced by Scar’s own hand, giving him something softer to squeeze, hopefully not hurting him. “I’m so sorry.”

He was fighting for air through the tears, squeezing Scar’s hand even tighter, pulling it closer towards him as he curled inwards. “He- When we were-” He was broken off by another sob. “Th-they were the only things I had left. I didn’t have them in school. They were mine and now- a-and now-”

“Grian. Grian,” Scar carefully placed his free hand on the other’s shoulder, leaning in close.

“He ruined them!” Grian wailed, unable to stop himself, unable to look Scar in the eyes. “He- he ruined me,” he hiccuped, quieter.

He gasped as he was suddenly pulled into Scar’s arms, almost falling off of the bed. Instead of doing anything else to balance himself, he clung to Scar, sobbing into his shoulder. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry,” he whimpered, feeling the fabric beneath his cheek growing wetter and wetter.

“Shhh…” Scar held him close, and it felt safer than it did restricting, even when he squeezed his arms tighter around him. “Grian, void, Grian, you’re not ruined,” he murmured quietly, face buried in his hair, speaking just above his ear. “You’re not ruined,” he repeated, one of his hands moving up to hold the back of his head, running fingers through his hair. “You can’t… you can’t give him that power over you,” his own voice was shaking slightly, “it’s not your fault.”

Grian couldn’t stop the tears, he couldn’t stop shaking, long ignored sobs escaping his lungs. “I- he made me- I-I feel so disgusting,” he choked out, sure that his nails were digging into Scar’s flesh now, just another thing he couldn’t do right, “I can’t- I can’t look at them, t-touch them- they’re so- and I can’t- I can’t fix them.”

“I’m sorry, Grian, I’m so sorry.” He didn’t even flinch away from Grian’s harsh grip, carefully rocking the two of them back and forth, as much as he could sitting like this. “I wish I could have been there, I wish I could have stopped him. I’m sorry.”

His breath caught on another sob, shaking his head. “You- you did, sort of,” he admitted, his throat beginning to ache again from just how much he was using it now. “When you came looking for me I-” He sniffled, “I stopped it, because- because I heard you. I could.” It wasn’t the full truth, but it was enough.

“Void, I'm so sorry, you're so strong,” Scar mumbled, his hold on the other tightening even more. “Never forget that. You're so, so brave, I'm sorry that you had to be.”

It hurt too much to keep speaking. For now, Grian kept quiet, still sobbing softly into Scar's shoulder. And Scar— the angel— didn't let go, he didn't push him, just held him close, humming softly to him. When he did try to pull away, Grian's grip only tightened again.

“Hey, hang on there,” Scar's voice was still so unusually quiet. “Your back must hurt, at least let me get up on the bed with you.”

It hadn't exactly been at the forefront of his mind, but now that Scar had mentioned it, Grian was far too aware of the sharp soreness in his spine from leaning over too much for too long. He hesitated, because of course he did, before carefully extracting himself from Scar's hold, scooting over to make some extra room on the bed. “I'm tired,” he said softly, newly freed hands rubbing tears away from his eyes, “so hurry up.”

“It'll take as long as it takes,” Scar's tone was just a little lighter. Regardless of what he said, it didn't take too long at all for him to carefully roll into Grian's bed, propped up slightly against the pillow behind him— and immediately Grian was in his arms again, face buried in his chest.

Grian all but melted as Scar started running a hand through his hair. His eyes were still wet, but he wasn't choking on sobs anymore, which he considered an improvement.

“I could help with your wings tomorrow, if you want.” He felt Scar's voice in his chest more than he heard it. “Only if you want me to though, but I think it’d be good to have them cleaned up.”

“I think… I think you’re right,” Grian could only hope Scar actually heard him, the closeness only muffling his soft voice even more. “Maybe… I’d like that.”

“You can decide for sure tomorrow, don’t worry about it right now. Just sleep for now,” Scar murmured, holding onto Grian just a bit tighter.

As exhausted as he was, who was Grian to argue? Slowly drifting off without a word in opposition, finally feeling safe.

Grian’s sleep was easy and dreamless that night, a privilege he had not been afforded in the previous week or so, however long he’d been stuck in this rut. When he woke again it was slow, he felt warm, limbs heavy like they were full of lead, but comfortable nonetheless. He could feel a weight over his torso, an arm he realized, holding him close, and finally he cracked open his eyes.

Directly in front of him, blocking the sunlight from hitting his face directly, was Scar, drooling on his pillow.

Grian couldn’t stop the ugly snort that escaped him at the sight, throwing his arms up over his face to block the view, trying to silence the laughter bubbling up inside of him, not wanting to wake the other too early. Though judging by the movement next to him, he failed.

“Mmh, Grian?” Scar’s arm slid off of him, regrettably, but Grian could still feel his body heat, even if he was covering his eyes. “G? You alright?”

He could feel his shoulders shaking, and before he could stop it he burst out laughing, tired giggles escaping his throat as he squeezed his arms tighter, as if that could stop it. He heard a sigh from beside him, before Scar was chuckling softly too.

“What’s got you so worked up?” Scar’s voice was still full of sleep, but he sounded less worried than a moment or two ago, which Grian hadn’t even noticed until just now.

The laughter eventually quieted down and he could bring himself to uncover his face, unable to stop the huge grin from growing, still somewhat hiding behind his hands as he peeked through his fingers at the other. Scar was awake now, clearly, a tired smile on his own face, hair sticking up in every direction possible, at least he wasn’t drooling anymore.

“Heya goof, back with me?” Scar teased, his forever charming smile already contrasting the image Grian had just woken up to, the thought of which made him snicker a little again.fa

“Yeah,” was what he said when he finally managed to make words again, still grinning a bit. “Just glad you stayed, I guess.”

“Uh huh,” Scar didn’t sound convinced, but his amused look didn’t disappear even as he sat up, yawning. “Where would I have gone?” He reached out, hesitating for a moment, but then his hand was brushing through Grian’s hair.

Grian settled into the touch like a particularly pleased cat, eyes fluttering shut as he let out a soft hum. “Dunno, just glad I’m not alone anymore,” he mumbled, not really processing the words before they left him. He’d be embarrassed if he thought about it for too long, so instead he opened his eyes again, looking up at Scar. “Help me with my wings?” He pivoted, knowing he’d be unlikely to work up the courage again.

Scar’s brows furrowed a bit at that, hand stopping for a moment— though it continued again before Grian could complain. “You still want me to? Not just ‘cause you should or whatever?”

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded a little, careful not to jostle Scar’s hand. “Yeah. Yeah I mean, I should for sure but… I don’t know if I can myself,” Grian bit the inside of his cheek, looking away from Scar’s eyes now. “And… I don’t trust just anyone to do it for me, you know. And you have experience.”

“Aww, Grian,” Scar cooed, looking touched when Grian finally met his eyes again. “It’s been a while, you’ll have to tell me if I’m too rough.”

“I don’t think you can be,” Grian said mostly to himself, finally sitting up as well. “... Do you… do you want to do it right now? Before I freak out too much and change my mind?” He pitched his tone up, trying to make it sound more joke than truth, though he knew Scar could see right through him.

“Oh, of course, yeah, come here,” Scar hummed, thankfully not commenting on Grian's nervousness barely bubbling under the surface.

Carefully they maneuvered so Grian was almost sitting in Scar's lap, facing away from him of course. It was another couple of minutes before he took a deep breath, slowly spreading his wings. He heard a sharp inhale from behind him, making his hair stand on end.

“Jeez, Gri,” Scar murmured. He could feel the other's hands hovering just above his wings, not quite touching yet. “This might take me a bit,” he spoke up after a moment, “I don't think I've seen them quite like this before.”

Grian swallowed thickly, a lump forming in his throat. “Is- Is it really bad?” He asked, trying to keep his voice strong.

“Nothing we can't handle together,” Scar promised, “just breathe, I'm going to start now.”

Grian took a deep breath at Scar's suggestion, and then he felt fingers in his feathers. His head started spinning as he was almost thrown back into the past, back to the convention, back against the wall, hands clawing at his wings— but Scar's touch was so gentle, grounding him in the moment, so careful that he couldn't realistically equate the two.

“Is this okay so far?” Scar's voice was soft, barely audible in Grian's ear. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“You're doing fine,” he choked on his own words, but that didn't stop Scar’s hands, carefully working each feather one by one until it laid flat, plucking those damaged from his own miscare.

“Thank you for letting me do this,” Scar murmured after a particularly tough tug. “So strong. Your wings are going to look a-may-zing after this.”

Grian wasn't sure when he started crying again, silent tears streaming down his cheeks. It seemed Scar was just as unaware, focused on the task at hand until Grian sniffed, raising a hand to rub at his face.

His hands didn't stop, thank the void, though they did slow. “You holding on alright there, Grian?” He smoothed a hand down the small area he'd already finished, making Grian relax under the touch.

Grian couldn't help the chirp that escaped him, clear as day even through the tears. “Y-yeah,” he choked after, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “It's good, just- just a lot.”

“Okay, let me know if you need a break.” Scar meant well, but Grian was fairly certain if they took a break, he wouldn’t let the other start again. Regardless, he nodded a little, even if he lacked the intent behind it.

Their conversation, if it could even be called that, dropped off at that point. Every once in a while Scar would murmur gentle praises and gratitudes, more speaking at Grian than with him, seeing as he didn’t respond and Scar never pushed him to. The tears had dried once more by the time Scar had finished with the first wing and moved onto the other, manually stretching out the muscles that had subconsciously retracted.

Grian almost could have fallen asleep under Scar’s ministrations once he calmed again, breathing steady and slow as he absentmindedly fiddled with the hem of his sweater, movements slow and without purpose. He hadn’t even noticed when Scar eventually stopped, reaching the end of the task at hand.

“Hey, Gri, how’s everything feeling?” Scar’s voice startled Grian out of his own head, his little jolt earning a laugh. “Wake up, sleepyhead. How do your wings feel?”

“Mm?” Words weren’t working quite yet, but they were jump-started again as soon as he spread his wings, startled by just how good they felt. “Oh- Scar they’re- they feel fantastic,” his voice was quiet, and he could almost feel tears welling up again.

“Good,” Scar sounded relieved, running his fingers through Grian’s feathers one last time, making him shiver a little. “They look really good too, so clean and bright, I’m glad I could help.”

“I-” Grian choked for a moment, suddenly yearning for the feeling of air beneath his wings again. He hadn’t realized just how much he missed it. “I need to fly,” he scrambled out of bed, stumbling a little and ignoring Scar’s laugh. “I’ll be right back, I promise, I just-”

“Go.” Scar was grinning, but Grian felt bad leaving him covered in the small pile of broken feathers.

“Five minutes,” he promised, holding up a hand. “Five minutes, then I’ll be back to clean up and we can have breakfast and- and whatever else you want to do today. Five minutes.”

“Five minutes,” Scar agreed, with a knowing smile.

Grian all but dove out the front door, a whooping cheer leaving him for the first time in forever as he spiraled through the air. Fifteen minutes later, he was sheepishly creeping back inside to Scar, windswept hair and a bright smile on his face. He didn’t feel quite so bad about the time though, not when Scar was grinning so wide right back at him.

#grian #goodtimeswithscar #hermitcraft #yandere high school #writing #my post #allostasis main tag #allostasis fic

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This is my current routine/rules for keeping myself healthy-ish while having an ed (kind of harm reduction

Tw cals, food mention

I never eat less than 600 cals a day, it leads to binging and depression for me.

I don't do extremely intense workouts. For me, it raises my cortisol levels and leads to feeling weak and binging. I do a mobility exercise video in the morning and then I do a walking workout video in the afternoon. Though if I get a job that will change slightly, but still the same intensity.

I take vitamin d, vitamin e, folic acid, iron, and magnesium + zinc.

I use ogx's coconut miracle oil at least 1 hour before I shower, it protects hair from water fatigue

I use ogx's coconut oil serum, I spray an argon oil leave in conditioner on damp hair then a very small amount of serum.

I eat tuna and/or salmon 3 times a week. You can also take fish oil supplements or eat an omega 3 trail mix but I prefer fish because it has a lot of protein

Speaking of protein, I eat as much as I can. It can be hard because the diet foods I eat don't have a lot. Here's a list of foods I eat that have protein:

Dannon light and fit Greek yogurt (80 cals, 12g protein)

Protein powder in coffee (about 36-38 cals depending on the brand, I use 2 tablespoons and blend it with 4oz almond milk and pour it in my coffee. You can also buy it pre made, super coffee is 80 cals with 10g protein. They also sell creamer with 15 cals 1g protein)

Fish like salmon and tuna

Frozen meals. Healthy choice has power bowls that normally have about 20g of protein or more for 300+ cals. Most frozen meal brands have a protein line

Pb2. I use this when I have a banana so there's protein with it, 60 cals and 6g protein

Protein bars, my favorite is the quest white chocolate raspberry

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Water, self explanatory. Try to use electrolyte packets, low calorie and very needed. Propel is the brand I prefer

I take naps. When I work I take naps on my days off, must be at least 30 minutes but preferably 90 minutes. Sleep is so important

If you struggle with sleeping too much, add more fruit/cals into your diet. Get a really loud alarm and the first thing you do when you wake up is eat a citrus fruit or a banana. I know bananas are scary but they work great. Cut one in half or get small ones and eat one a day. And of course coffee can help. Drink green tea with lunch, caffeinated.

Using a shampoo and conditioner that work well for my hair. No, drugstore haircare will not ruin your hair. If you have the trademark dry, brittle hair that comes with this, use a sulfate free shampoo, and a conditioner with silicones in it, use pre shampoo oil treatments and limit how much you wash your hair. Use a clarifying shampoo once a week or once a month depending on how dry your hair is. Try to get a satin bonnet to sleep in or spray leave in conditioner and use a hair oil then braid your hair before bed. Trust me, hair oil on your mids and ends can help. Ogx sells mists for fine hair, those work great. If you have thick hair use the coconut serum. Make sure you're using leave in conditioner after showering

Be insanely gentle with your hair, no elastics or tight hairstyles. Comb your hair with your fingers first, gently detangling with your fingers before brushing from the bottom up, very lightly. Use leave in conditioner before you brush. Use a wide tooth comb on wet hair and do not rub your hair with a towel. Gently squeeze until excess water is removed. Try to limit brushing with a hairbrush or comb to once or twice a day.

Use cuticle oil, ideally it has vitamin e in it. I got mine off Amazon. Make sure it's on your cuticles and nails

Use lotion on your body after every shower. I know it's annoying and tiring but it will help combat the dull skin that happens, try to find one with hyaluronic acid

For face skin, use a gentle cleanser or just water unless your skin is oily, then you can get away with more medicated options. Use a moisturizer with hyaluronic acid in it. My top picks are peach slices snail rescue moisturizers (regular for normal to dry skin, oil free for oily skin), vanicream daily facial moisturizer with hyaluronic acid and for very dry skin cerave moisturizing cream in a tub (you can find knockoffs, mine is Walmart brand)

Cleansers I like for when the 3d effects skin is vanicream gentle cleanser, cerave sa cleanser for if you still have oily skin, Cetaphil sensitive skin cleanser and CeraVe cream to foam cleanser (you can find knockoffs for most of these products)

Use a niacinamide serum if you can afford it and your skin can handle it, it will brighten up your face.

I use a body serum but it is not a necessity, but for anyone who wants to try it I use the b.fresh brightening body serum, you could also use their dull to dewy one, its also good

I eat healthy fats, this comes from peanut butter, fish, avocado, eggs, dark chocolate and chia seeds

I have one day a month that I can have a normal portion of food I really want but make me guilty normally (Chinese takeaway, taco bell, Wendy's, McDonald's etc) it cannot be a binge, but it would be more than I normally eat.

This is not intentional but on Friday and Saturday I do eat more because I am with my boyfriend. All normal portions for the most part. I just eat more and things I wouldn't normally have like regular peanut butter honey toast, poptarts, spaghetti, etc.

I try not to weigh myself every day. I don't weigh in on Sunday or Monday because I know I will be bloated from the increase in cals

I use a cavity preventing toothpaste and mouth wash. And I at least floss once a day. I use whitening toothpaste one day a week for both times I brush that day

These things help me stay healthy and sane while I am currently in the midst of my 3d. Not all of them will work, but maybe some may be useful to others.

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Pamper Your Pooch: Essential Tools for DIY Dog Grooming in Hudaiba - Cut On Car

Embarking on a grooming adventure with your furry friend in Hudaiba, Dubai, can be an enjoyable bonding experience. However, ensuring you have the right tools for the job is crucial for success. Here's a comprehensive guide to must-have grooming gizmos every pet parent should include in their repertoire for optimal Dog Grooming in Hudaiba - Dubai, brought to you by Cut On Car Pets Grooming.

1. Slicker Brushes: Keeping Coats Smooth and Shiny

Navigating the sandy terrain of Hudaiba, Dubai, calls for a reliable slicker brush to maintain your dog's coat. These brushes are designed to gently detangle fur and remove loose hair, preventing matting and ensuring a healthy shine. Ideal for long-haired breeds, they're indispensable for keeping your pup looking their best amidst Hudaiba's outdoor adventures.

2. Nail Clippers: Ensuring Tidy Toenails for Comfortable Walks

With Dubai's lively streets and sandy beaches, maintaining your dog's nail length is essential for their comfort and mobility. Invest in nail clippers specifically designed for dogs to safely and swiftly trim their nails without harming the quick. Regular nail care is particularly vital in bustling areas like Hudaiba, ensuring your pup can navigate their environment with ease.

3. Grooming Scissors: Crafting a Polished Look with Precision

When it comes to precise grooming and shaping, quality grooming scissors are indispensable. Whether you're tidying up around the ears or giving your pup a stylish trim, opt for scissors with rounded tips to minimize the risk of accidents. These scissors ensure a stress-free grooming experience for both you and your furry friend, adding an extra touch of finesse to their appearance in Hudaiba.

4. DE shedding Tools: Combatting Loose Fur for a Cleaner Home

Dubai's climate may mean shedding season is a year-round affair for many breeds. DE shedding tools are a lifesaver for pet parents aiming to keep their homes fur-free. These tools efficiently remove loose hair and minimize shedding, promoting your dog's coat health and cleanliness in Hudaiba. Regular use also helps prevent matting and skin irritation, ensuring your pup stays comfortable in their environment.

5. Toothbrush and Toothpaste: Fostering Dental Health for a Radiant Smile

A bright smile reflects your dog's overall health and well-being. Don't overlook dental care in your grooming routine. Invest in a dog-specific toothbrush and toothpaste to maintain your furry friend's dental hygiene. Regular brushing not only freshens their breath but also prevents dental issues, ensuring they remain happy and healthy amidst the vibrant energy of Hudaiba - Dubai.

Armed with these essential grooming tools, you're well-prepared to provide top-notch care for your beloved pet in Hudaiba. From maintaining coat health to promoting dental hygiene, these gizmos ensure your furry companion looks and feels their best amidst the lively atmosphere of Dubai's Hudaiba neighborhood. So, gather your grooming gear and embark on a pampering journey with your pup!

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sergeantnarwhalwrites · 2 years ago

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Hey! For the kiss prompts:

14. starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion

Hope you’ve been doing well! ✨

Thanks for the prompt/ask! Been a while since I worked on any of my stories. XD So I hope this comes out decent. Quick note this is one of the first times Green has kidnapped Peace, she did so as a paid job. A lot of the times she gets kidnapped by Green that's the case.

Green and Peace- Robots & Gardens

Peace leaned back against the wall, grumbling beneath her breath. Allowing it to support her as she slowly slid down to sit.

I mean situations like this were bound to happen. Especially when you ditch your only job and take on a new role as a protestor. And even more so when you can get other jobless and homeless people to side with you. Though that wasn't just Peace's doing. It was bound to happen eventually.

"I haven't done anything wrong." Peace called out, slamming her tied hands back against the wall.

"Obviously dumbass." A gruff voice carried out through a cracked door.

Peace leaned her head back against the wall and huffed, attempting to use her hair as a makeshift curtain. She had been panicking on the ride here but she learned quickly who had stolen her. Especially the way her captor had banged their head against the window as their helpers talked. It calmed the panic but fueled her with a mixture of emotions. And unlike the soda she was sipping on before this whole incident, this shit sucked.

The woman possessing the gruff voice stepped out. The door creaking loudly on it's hinges. The woman not bothering to squeeze through the space.

"Peace. When I hadn't heard from you I didn't think that would mean I'd have to kidnap you for a job." The woman leaned down, quickly removing the knife from her holster.

"Green. Since when do you kidnap people for money? I thought your whole thing was thieving and destroying property."

"Don't limit my abilities and don't limit what I'd do for cash," Green carefully slipped the knife beneath the rope restricting Peace's arms, "Now stay still. You get cut, it's your fault."

Peace rolled her eyes, of course it was about money. She begrudgingly remained still. The freckled protestor sighed relief as her arms were freed. Rolling her shoulders and wrists.

Green remained perched on one knee. She admired the woman, lips pressed into a firm line.

"You should've called. You know I would make space for you."

"Green you're a busy woman. You'd never get them anyway—"

Green slapped the woman's hands. Pointing the knife's blade at Peace's chest.

"I don't have a mobile phone yet. But I told everyone in my group to let me know who rings the group phone okay? I might not respond to them on time but I will answer."

Peace grabbed the hand Green was using to hold the knife and rose an eyebrow at the woman. It had obviously conflicted Peace more, it was all over her face. How was big and scary Green, well she was little compared to Peace, showing something that wasn't pride or anger.

"If it makes you feel better. My phone got wrecked a couple weeks ago. I wouldn't be able to contact anyway."

An aggressive sound managed to slip past tightly pressed lips.

Peace found herself chuckling at the worry that had formed creases on Green's forehead. This was a new look for sure.

"I'll play along this time. My protestors have this handled. You get that money and you've got me for the next couple days,"

Peace reached her fingers beneath the hair tie struggling to keep the opposing woman's hair up, snickering when the hair band popped.

"If you don't let me go after that. I'm beating your ass." Peace added, her fingers detangling a couple locks of Green's hair.

Green tried not to let the joy overcome her face. The light filtering into the room illuminating the two. Her eyes damn there brightened in excitement. Currently unbothered by her busted hair tie lying on the ground. She'd probably join it soon enough anyway.

"Tricking the man who paid me to kidnap you. Who would've known I'd taint your mind in such a way." Green gave a crooked smile

Peace tilted the woman's head up and placed a soft kiss on chapped lips. She broke it shortly and slipped the knife from Green's distracted hand cutting her legs free.

Green slipped into the woman's lap, holstering her knife.

Peace chuckled, "Am I forgiven for worrying you?"

Green rolled her eyes, "You fucking wish. What even makes you so sure I was even worried."

Peace tipped the woman's head up once more and allowed their lips to meet. Her own grin easing it's way into the kiss. Peace's skin flushing at Green's sneaking hand.

Green had managed to loosen a few buttons on her own shirt, laughing breathlessly when Peace separated for air. Green tugged the woman down by her collar almost immediately, humming at the contact. Both huffing breathless murmurs into the kiss.

#writeblr #robots & gardens #kiss prompts

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modgirlyreposts-revamped · 2 years ago

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Y’know what now that I think about it more your description of my CTW Funtime Freddy as “Maurice now has one more crackhead kid to deal with” is legitimately perfect. I have been envisioning Funtime Freddy as the horrible family dog all day and it’s hilarious. He curls up and sleeps at the foot of Maurice’s bed, snaps the frame in two, and can’t stand back up because of the limitations of his mechanics meaning he does NOT have the mobility for that, and Maurice has to physically splay him out on the floor without breaking off any more parts and ask Millie to call Sarah- the way stronger one of the two in my hc- to help him pick Freddy up off the floor. He scares the shit out of Annabel Lee for shits and giggles and it takes them two straight minutes to detangle her claws from his matted ass dirty fur. Middle of the night, everyone’s asleep and Freddy’s eyes snap open suddenly, their one warning is him exclaiming “oh boy, 3AM!” And then he’s going fucking wild tapping his legs and moving around with the most grating mechanical screeching and garbling his speech like hell in the most horrible rendition of the circus world jamboree you’ve ever heard in your life until Millie comes downstairs with a crowbar and the rage of a thousand suns in her eyes for being woken up. Millie wakes up that morning and finds Maurice making pancakes, he smiles at her, but before he can say good morning, Funtime Freddy practically screeches “GOOD MORNING, LAMBCHOP! WE’RE MAKING FUNTIME SPECIAL BABYCAKES!” Millie narrows her eyes, “what the hell are babycakes?” Maurice sighs, visibly and audibly exhausted, “they’re just normal pancakes, but he’s been looming over me all the while like a stalker.” “AND THEY HAVE MY HAIR IN THEM!” “I have tried my very best to keep his fur out of them.” The trash can has at least four half cooked pancakes with chunks of dirty white fur sticking out.

That description at the end gives me pain-

Help why is this so adorable though- 🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#asks #answered #valleyfthdolls

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petfolk123 · 7 days ago

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A Comprehensive Guide to Pet Care Services in Hyderabad: Health, Grooming, and Nutrition

Taking care of your furry friends goes beyond just offering food and shelter. Their overall well-being relies on consistent health checks, proper grooming, and a balanced diet. In Hyderabad, pet parents have access to excellent pet care services in Hyderabad, including professional grooming, luxurious spas, and mobile grooming solutions. But as responsible pet owners, it’s equally crucial to recognize signs of serious illnesses like rabies and to provide your dog with nutrition that supports their eyesight and overall health.

This guide will walk you through essential pet grooming services in Hyderabad, how to recognize rabies symptoms in dogs, and the best foods to boost your dog's eyesight.

Why Grooming Is Crucial for Your Pet

Grooming is an essential part of pet care that not only keeps your pet looking great but also ensures their comfort and health. Regular grooming prevents skin issues, shedding, and hygiene-related illnesses. Hyderabad offers numerous options for grooming services, including pet grooming at home Hyderabad and mobile pet grooming in Hyderabad, for convenience and stress-free care.

Benefits of Grooming

Improved Hygiene: Keeps your pet free from dirt, pests, and infections.

Healthy Coat: Removes dead hair, ensuring a shiny and healthy coat.

Stress-Free Pets: Grooming sessions can soothe and relax pets.

Early Detection: Groomers can spot skin issues, lumps, or other abnormalities.

With these benefits, opting for professional grooming services such as a dog spa in Hyderabad or expert mobile grooming is a must for every pet parent.

Pet Grooming Services in Hyderabad

Hyderabad boasts an impressive range of grooming services tailored to the needs of every pet and owner. Here’s a closer look:

1. Dog Spa in Hyderabad

Pamper your dog with the luxury of a dog spa in Hyderabad, where they can enjoy specialized treatments like:

Aromatherapy baths for relaxation.

Deep-conditioning treatments to improve fur texture.

Nail trimming, paw massages, and ear cleaning.

Shedding control solutions for long-haired breeds.

A visit to a dog spa isn’t just indulgent—it’s also a great way to address your pet’s specific grooming needs in a calm environment.

2. Pet Grooming at Home Hyderabad

For pets who feel anxious in unfamiliar spaces, pet grooming at home Hyderabad provides a personalized grooming experience in the comfort of your home.

Advantages of At-Home Grooming

Reduced Stress: Familiar surroundings keep your pet relaxed.

Convenience for Owners: Ideal for busy schedules or elderly pets.

Tailored Care: Groomers cater to your pet’s specific requirements.

3. Mobile Pet Grooming in Hyderabad

For pet parents looking for convenience, mobile pet grooming in Hyderabad offers professional grooming right at your doorstep. Equipped grooming vans ensure salon-quality services without the hassle of travel.

Services Offered by Mobile Groomers

Bathing and fur trimming.

Nail clipping and ear cleaning.

Detangling and de-shedding treatments.

Quick and hygienic grooming in a fully equipped mobile unit.

Mobile grooming is a lifesaver for busy professionals and pets who dislike car rides or new environments.

How to Know If a Dog Has Rabies

Rabies is a serious viral disease that can affect dogs and other mammals. It’s crucial to identify symptoms early to ensure the safety of both the pet and the people around them.

Symptoms of Rabies in Dogs

Behavioral Changes: Sudden aggression, excessive fear, or confusion.

Excessive Drooling: One of the most recognizable signs of rabies.

Paralysis: Weakness in the legs or difficulty swallowing.

Sensitivity: Overreaction to light, sound, or touch.

If you suspect your dog may have rabies, contact your veterinarian immediately. Prevention through regular vaccinations is key to keeping your pet safe. Most expert pet care services in Hyderabad offer vaccination schedules and advice to prevent such illnesses.

Best Foods to Improve Your Dog’s Eyesight

Nutrition plays a significant role in maintaining your dog’s eyesight. Including certain foods in their diet can enhance their vision and support overall eye health.

Top Foods for Eye Health

Carrots: Rich in beta-carotene, carrots help improve vision and prevent cataracts.

Blueberries: Loaded with antioxidants that protect against retinal damage.

Eggs: Provide lutein and zeaxanthin, essential for eye health.

Fish: Omega-3 fatty acids in fish like salmon can prevent dry eyes and inflammation.

Sweet Potatoes: High in Vitamin A, sweet potatoes are great for maintaining good eyesight.

By incorporating these into your dog’s diet, you can ensure their eyes stay healthy as they age. Consult with expert pet care services in Hyderabad for tailored dietary advice.

Why Opt for Expert Pet Care Services in Hyderabad?

Hyderabad offers a range of expert pet care services that go beyond grooming to include health consultations, behavioral training, and nutritional guidance. These services are run by professionals who understand the unique needs of different breeds and provide holistic care.

Key Features of Expert Pet Care Services

Experienced Professionals: Skilled in handling pets of all sizes and temperaments.

Tailored Solutions: Care plans customized to your pet’s needs.

Comprehensive Packages: Grooming, wellness checks, and diet planning in one place.

Convenience: Many providers offer mobile or at-home services for busy pet parents.

Tips for Choosing the Right Service

With so many options available, finding the right grooming or care service can feel overwhelming. Here are some tips:

Read Reviews: Check online testimonials for insight into the quality of services.

Inspect Facilities: Visit a grooming salon or spa to assess cleanliness and professionalism.

Ask for Recommendations: Fellow pet owners can suggest reliable services.

Trial Sessions: Start with a basic package to gauge your pet’s comfort level.

Check Certifications: Ensure groomers and caretakers are certified professionals.

Conclusion

Hyderabad offers a plethora of options to ensure your pet remains happy, healthy, and pampered. From luxurious dog spas in Hyderabad to the convenience of mobile grooming in Hyderabad, pet parents have access to world-class grooming and care.

At the same time, keeping an eye on your dog’s health by recognizing signs of illnesses like rabies and providing nutritious food to improve their eyesight is equally vital. By combining regular grooming, expert care, and a balanced diet, you can give your pet the love and care they truly deserve.

Explore the many pet care services in Hyderabad today and make your furry companion’s well-being a top priority!

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The Ultimate Guide to Dog Grooming: Keep Your Furry Friend Looking and Feeling Their Best

Dog grooming is more than just a luxury for your pet—it’s an essential part of their overall health and well-being. Whether you have a short-haired pup or a long-haired breed, regular grooming can prevent a host of issues, from skin problems to behavioral concerns. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll cover everything you need to know about dog grooming, including its benefits, the tools you need, and tips to make the experience enjoyable for both you and your dog.

Why Dog Grooming is Essential

Dog grooming isn’t just about making your pet look good; it plays a vital role in their health. Regular grooming can:

Prevent Health Issues: Routine grooming helps you spot potential health problems early, such as skin infections, lumps, or parasites like ticks and fleas. Early detection can lead to prompt treatment and a healthier life for your dog.

Maintain Skin and Coat Health: Regular brushing removes dead hair, dirt, and dandruff, while also distributing natural oils throughout your dog’s coat, keeping it shiny and healthy.

Improve Comfort: Grooming prevents mats and tangles in long-haired breeds, which can cause pain and skin irritation. It also reduces shedding, keeping your home cleaner and more comfortable.

Enhance Behavior: A well-groomed dog often feels more comfortable and confident, which can lead to better behavior. Dogs that are regularly groomed are also more accustomed to handling, making vet visits and other interactions less stressful.

Dog Grooming Tools You’ll Need

To properly groom your dog, you’ll need a few essential tools. The right equipment makes all the difference in achieving a professional-quality groom at home.

Brushes and Combs: The type of brush you need depends on your dog’s coat. For short-haired dogs, a bristle brush works well. Long-haired breeds require a slicker brush or a pin brush to prevent tangles and mats. A comb with wide and narrow teeth can help with detangling and finishing.

Dog Shampoo and Conditioner: Always use products specifically designed for dogs, as human shampoos can irritate their skin. Choose a shampoo that suits your dog’s coat type, whether it’s for sensitive skin, flea control, or coat conditioning.

Nail Clippers: Keeping your dog’s nails trimmed is crucial for their comfort and mobility. Guillotine-style clippers are suitable for small to medium-sized dogs, while scissor-style clippers work well for larger breeds.

Ear Cleaner: Dogs are prone to ear infections, especially those with floppy ears. An ear cleaning solution and cotton balls are necessary to keep their ears clean and infection-free.

Toothbrush and Toothpaste: Dental hygiene is often overlooked in dog grooming, but it’s just as important as coat care. Use a dog-specific toothbrush and toothpaste to prevent dental disease and bad breath.

Clippers and Scissors: If you plan to trim your dog’s fur at home, invest in a good quality set of clippers and scissors. Ensure the blades are sharp and suitable for your dog’s coat type.

Step-by-Step Dog Grooming Guide

Grooming your dog at home can be a bonding experience if done correctly. Here’s a step-by-step guide to help you through the process:

1. Brushing the Coat

Start by brushing your dog’s coat to remove loose hair, dirt, and tangles. Regular brushing reduces shedding and helps you identify any skin issues. Always brush in the direction of hair growth, and be gentle to avoid hurting your dog.

2. Bathing

Once the coat is tangle-free, it’s time for a bath. Use lukewarm water and a dog-specific shampoo. Wet your dog thoroughly and apply the shampoo, massaging it into the coat. Be careful around the face, ears, and eyes. Rinse thoroughly to remove all soap residue, as it can cause irritation. If your dog has a long coat, follow up with a conditioner to keep the hair soft and manageable.

3. Drying

After the bath, dry your dog with a towel or a blow dryer on a low, cool setting. Make sure the coat is completely dry to prevent skin problems. For long-haired breeds, use a brush while drying to prevent tangles from forming.

4. Nail Trimming

Trim your dog’s nails carefully, avoiding the quick, which is the blood vessel inside the nail. If you accidentally cut the quick, it will bleed and cause pain. Have some styptic powder on hand to stop the bleeding if needed. Regular nail trimming prevents discomfort and keeps your dog’s paws healthy.

5. Ear Cleaning

Check your dog’s ears for signs of infection, such as redness, odor, or discharge. Clean the outer ear with a cotton ball and a dog-specific ear cleaning solution. Avoid inserting anything deep into the ear canal, as this can cause injury.

6. Teeth Brushing

Brush your dog’s teeth at least twice a week to prevent tartar buildup and gum disease. Use a dog-specific toothbrush and toothpaste. If your dog resists, start slowly and be patient, gradually increasing the time spent brushing.

7. Final Touches

Once you’ve completed the main grooming tasks, give your dog a final brush to ensure their coat is smooth and tangle-free. You can also trim any overgrown hair around the eyes, ears, and paws with scissors, being careful not to cut too close to the skin.

Tips for a Stress-Free Dog Grooming Experience

Grooming can be stressful for some dogs, especially if they are not used to the process. Here are some tips to make the experience more enjoyable for both of you:

Start Early: Introduce grooming to your dog at a young age so they become accustomed to being handled. Puppies are more adaptable and will learn to tolerate or even enjoy grooming sessions.

Create a Calm Environment: Choose a quiet, comfortable space for grooming. Play soft music and talk to your dog in a soothing voice to help them relax.

Take Breaks: If your dog becomes anxious or restless, take short breaks during the grooming session. Offer treats and praise to reward good behavior.

Be Patient: Grooming takes time, especially if your dog has a thick or long coat. Be patient and gentle to avoid causing stress or injury.

Seek Professional Help: If you’re unsure about grooming your dog at home, or if your dog has a challenging coat type, consider taking them to a professional groomer. They have the skills and tools to ensure your dog is groomed safely and effectively.

When to Visit a Professional Groomer

While regular home grooming is essential, there are times when it’s best to seek the help of a professional. Visit a professional groomer if:

Your dog’s coat is severely matted: Mats can be painful and difficult to remove without the right tools and experience.

You’re uncomfortable trimming nails: A professional groomer can trim your dog’s nails safely and quickly.

Your dog requires a specific haircut: Breeds like Poodles and Shih Tzus often need specialized cuts that are best done by a professional.

Conclusion

Dog grooming is a crucial aspect of pet care that contributes to your dog’s overall health, comfort, and happiness. Whether you choose to groom your dog at home or visit a professional, regular grooming will keep your furry friend looking and feeling their best. By following this guide, you’ll ensure that your dog enjoys a clean, healthy coat, and a more comfortable, stress-free life.

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Dog Grooming 101: A Complete Starter's Guide

Owning a dog brings immense joy and companionship, but it also comes with responsibilities. One crucial aspect of caring for your furry friend is grooming. Proper dog grooming not only keeps your pet looking their best but also contributes to their overall health and well-being. Whether you're a novice or seasoned pet owner, this comprehensive guide will walk you through the essentials of dog grooming, from tools and techniques to tips and tricks.

Getting Started: Understanding the Importance of Dog Grooming

Dog grooming isn't just about aesthetics; it's an essential part of maintaining your pet's health. Regular grooming helps prevent mats and tangles in your dog's fur, reduces shedding, prevents skin irritations, and allows for the early detection of health issues such as fleas, ticks, or lumps. Moreover, grooming sessions provide an excellent opportunity to bond with your furry companion, strengthening the bond between you.

Essential Tools for Dog Grooming

Before diving into the grooming process, it's crucial to gather the necessary tools. These include a quality dog brush appropriate for your pet's coat type, a comb for detangling and removing debris, nail clippers designed for dogs, pet-safe shampoo and conditioner, ear cleaning solution, and toothbrush and toothpaste formulated for dogs. Investing in high-quality tools will ensure a smoother grooming experience for both you and your dog.

Mastering the Art of Brushing

Brushing is perhaps the most fundamental aspect of dog grooming. It helps remove loose fur, dirt, and debris, keeping your dog's coat clean and healthy. The frequency of brushing depends on your dog's breed and coat type, with long-haired breeds typically requiring more frequent brushing than short-haired ones. When brushing, start from the head and work your way down to the tail, using gentle, firm strokes. Be sure to pay special attention to areas prone to mats, such as behind the ears and under the legs.

Nail Care: Trim with Confidence

Trimming your dog's nails is essential for their comfort and mobility. Overgrown nails can cause discomfort and even lead to joint issues over time. When trimming your dog's nails, use sharp, pet-specific clippers and take care to avoid cutting the quick—the pink part of the nail that contains blood vessels and nerves. If you're unsure, it's best to seek guidance from a professional groomer or veterinarian. Remember to reward your dog with treats and praise to make nail trimming a positive experience.

Bathing Basics for a Fresh Pup

While some dogs may enjoy baths, others may find them intimidating. Regardless, regular baths are necessary to keep your dog clean and smelling fresh. Use lukewarm water and a gentle, pet-safe shampoo, avoiding contact with the eyes and ears. Thoroughly rinse your dog's coat to remove all traces of shampoo, as leftover residue can cause skin irritation. After bathing, towel-dry your dog or use a blow dryer on a low setting, keeping a safe distance to prevent burns.

Ears, Eyes, and Teeth: Complete Care Routine

In addition to grooming your dog's coat, it's essential to pay attention to their ears, eyes, and teeth. Clean your dog's ears regularly with a vet-approved ear cleaning solution to prevent wax buildup and infections. Check their eyes for any signs of redness, discharge, or irritation, which could indicate an underlying health issue. Lastly, brush your dog's teeth daily with toothpaste formulated for dogs to prevent dental problems and keep their breath fresh.

Professional Grooming: When to Seek Help

While regular grooming at home is essential, there are times when professional grooming services may be necessary. If you're unsure about how to groom your dog properly, or if your dog has a particularly challenging coat or behavior, seeking the help of a professional groomer can ensure a safe and stress-free grooming experience for your pet. Professional groomers have the expertise and tools to handle all breeds and coat types, leaving your dog looking and feeling their best.

Conclusion: Embrace the Joy of Dog Grooming

Dog grooming is more than just a chore; it's an opportunity to nurture the bond between you and your canine companion while ensuring their health and well-being. By following the tips and techniques outlined in this guide, you'll be well on your way to becoming a confident and capable dog groomer. Remember to approach grooming sessions with patience, love, and plenty of treats, and your dog will thank you with wagging tails and wet kisses. Happy grooming!

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the-s1lly-corner · 10 months ago

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Jeff the Killer cutting reader's hair (platonic)

debating on if i wanna draw tonight but idk , i have a few wips i need to get to + i drew all of the mane 6 for a small little infected au im cooking up and i still need to line and color those

Switched to mobile because my organs started aching again hisshiss

okay so lets say hypothetically he gets something stuck in your hair that forces you to have to cut it

jeff is by no means a talented barber but hes done well enough with his own hair between now and running away from his home after.... yeah... he has a few years of experience under his belt ...!

Better at doing short hair styles so you might have to accept that if you cant afford a barber or cant get to one ooor are in a pinch and need your hair fixed ASAP because of shenanigans

Probably makes lightly makes fun of you (and dare I say, with his older brother instinct just barely kicking in, scolding you for being too rough on your hair) for having split ends

If you shed a lot hes going to make comments about it while hes brushing your hair out (he sheds a lot too) (friendly fire)

Kind of a hypocrite because he doesn't know shit about self care I bet he uses dawn dish soap to clean himself and douses himself in axe body spray

Gives you a pat on the head when hes done

Tries to avoid responsibility if hes the one at fault for your hair getting messed up in the first place

Maybe it's the position as barber but you guys unload while hes trying to fix your hair

You both learn things about each other you wouldn't have otherwise found out

Okay now fix his hair hes running around all night and doesn't have much time or thought to properly detangle it and shit

Dandruff man

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #jeff the killer imagine #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x reader

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madhattervanessa · 1 year ago

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Bookworm

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader (preOutbreak)

Summary: This is just a short blurb because I just- Joel Miller is a plague to my brain and I saw someone on my dash posting about one of the pedro boys building you a bookshelf and then fucking you against it and while I have lost the post I sure as fuck haven’t lost the thought.

Warnings: Surprise gifts, plotting boyfriend, oral (m receiving), a little bit of hair pulling, nipple play, fingering and praise

Words: 1870

Masterlist - Mobile Masterlist

You sigh as you peek out of your office towards the living room, the faint huffs of your boyfriend and his heavy steps once again piquing your interest.

“Joel? Are you alright?”

“I’m alright, baby, just-” he groans and your eyebrows jump up as you try to take a peek around the corner. “-I just went grocery shopping. Got you a new bag of plant soil.”

You furrow your brows.

“Didn’t you do that Tuesday?”

Another tumble. You set your headphones down on the table and slowly get up.

“I just forgot a few things, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it.”

You hear a door slam shut and a muttered curse. When you finally turn the corner, Joel immediately fixes you with a smile, a package of toilet paper underneath his arm while holding a bag of oranges in his other.

You cross your arms in front of your chest, your eyes traveling along his body. But there’s nothing out of the ordinary.

Suspicious.

“Are you taking your lunch break soon?”

The question makes you jump out of your racing thoughts.

“Yeah. I need some more coffee and get out of my office. Do you want some, too? We could drive over together."

"No, no I'm fine. I just want to make sure you see some sunlight when you work from home", he retorts before dropping the items on the kitchen counter.

You let him wrap you in his arms. His adoring look makes you forget about all of your thoughts and you lean up to peck his lips.

"Maybe you should get a little walk in, too, listen to an episode of your podcast, hm?", he suggests before kissing your forehead and you melt into him.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to get rid of me, Mister."

You give him another kiss and detangle from him.

"But it's a good idea. I'll be back in 30 I think- are you sure you don't want anything from the coffee shop?"

"I'm sure, baby. Be careful."

"Uhuh."

When you return home, it's eerily quiet: you had grown so used to Joel working away in the garage or at parts of your home that the quiet suddenly unsettled you.

As you set your keys, your bag and jacket down in the hallway dresser, a quiet hum catches your attention. Movement from the living makes you inch closer, your fingers itching as you set foot in thr kitchen.

"Baby?"

"Just a second!"

You frown and you're about to ask what's wrong when Joel emerges, quickly enveloping you in his arms and walking you back towards the hallway.

"Hey. You're back early."

You squint at him even as he kisses your temple, your mind already busy overthinking his every move.

"Joel Miller. What's going on? You've been acting weird all week. Is there something I need to know?"

He huffs out a laugh before meeting your eyes.

"Yeah - well, I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?"

He hums and lifts your hands in his.

"Close your eyes for me."

You sigh but cover your eyes with your hands nonetheless. He carefully guides you forward and you feel his lips ghost over the nape of your neck for a moment.

You can smell the faint scent of your favorite candle burning. It brings a smile to your face instantly and you wriggle in his arms as he pushes you further into what you presume to be your living room.

“Is this why you have been hanging around in my garage so much?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Yes”, he murmurs and slowly lifts his hands from your face. Your breath hitches when his hands come to rest on your waist.

“Open your eyes.”

When you do, it takes a few more blinks before the scene in front of you settles into clarity: He has rearranged the living room a bit and you frown at the amount of candles in the summery weather but then you look towards the window nook that had been bothering you with its emptiness that is now filled neatly with a beautiful shelving, the wooden boards gleaming with polish.

Underneath is a little bench, neatly tucked between shelving and you feel like you’re about to cry when you spot your favorite color over the upholstery.

“Oh my god.”

He nudges you forward a bit but you’re frozen in your spot.

“Do you like it?”

You muffle a gasp, a few tears following right after as you let your eyes travel over the beautiful shelf again.

Joel’s hand gently rubs over your waist. The kiss he presses to your neck snaps you out of your reverie.

“Joel- I-” you take a hesitant step towards the shelf and Joel pushes you further until you can let one of your hands touch. You reverently follow the seams of the wood with your fingers.

“You can pull this bench out, thought it would be nice to read here when the sun falls through the window”, Joel explains and you smile as you watch him demonstrate. He sits down in front of you and meets your gaze. Aside from the squint of his eyes he seems undeterred by your watery eyes.

“I think this is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me”, you whisper. You cradle his face and gently kiss forehead before you lean in to reach his lips.

Your fingers already feel the warmth of the sun on the back of his curly head. He pulls you further into the kiss. The firm grip on your waist makes you laugh before his teeth dig into your bottom lip, turning it into a gasp.

“You like it?”

“I’m gonna suck your dick until your eyes roll back, Miller”, you murmur, your lips already wet as you let your tongue roll over the bottom.

He grins and you squeal as he tugs you forward into his lap, smothering your laughter with another deep kiss. His beard rubs against your heated cheeks as he leans forward towards your ear. You whimper when he drags his teeth over your neck, his lips quick to follow. When you cant your hips against his in response just to hear him groan into your ear.

“Fuck, baby- don’t you have- you have work to do”, he grunts but you keep grinding up against him, mercilessly, as he lets his head fall back onto one of the shelves.

His mouth falls open and you bite your lip at the sight. You can’t resist and lean down to nibble on his jaw and neck. He groans, murmuring your name but he doesn’t stop you. On the contrary, his hands only spur you on to keep grinding harder.

You drag your tongue over one of the tendons of his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat. It earns you a harsh grab, his fingers digging into you hard.

Before he can stop you, you slide down to the floor, your hands swiftly undoing his belt. Joel lifts his head slowly, his lips parted as he breathes heavily. You don’t give him the opportunity to shuck his pants off before you put your mouth on him over the fabric of his underwear.

“Fuck-” his hand twitches just out of the field of your view and you hum, gently mouthing over the head of his twitching cock. When you risk a look upwards, he meets it head on. “-fuck, you’re so hot, darlin’.”

You stretch the band of his underwear and smooth more spit over him. You close your eyes to focus, and immediately his hand finds the nape of your neck. When you finally guide him into your mouth, you hear him gasp again and answer with your own moan.

You almost choke when he thrusts up. A warning look and a thumb rubbing over your jaw later, you swallow around him and he curses above you. You continue like that for a while before letting him pop out of your mouth and attaching your lips to the underside of him. He curses and you hear his head fall back against the wood when you slide your lips upward, keeping the pressure.

“Darlin’- fuck, you need to- need to stop-”, he groans. When you don’t listen, he pulls you off of him by your hair until you can meet his fiery gaze. Your lips feel hot and slick, your breath only enhancing the sensation.

“Let me finish-”

“Want you to come up here”, he grumbles and you huff at him before obliging- your knees are tired and wobbly and he has to heave you up halfway.

He tears at your dress and you think you hear the zipper break as he roughly pulls at it. You manage to get the fabric off of you, discarding it blindly. The band of your bra stands no chance against Joel’s hands and follows.

He presses his cheek against your breasts, his hot breath fanning over your nipples as you struggle to pull your panties aside. The only help you receive is the impatient jut of his hips against you, coating his hard cock in your slick.

“C’mon, baby,” he envelops one of your nipples with his lips, forcefully licking over the pebbled bud as you struggle to get him inside of you.

When the tip of his cock finally catches on your pussy and you sink down, the relief burns through you, and Joel’s hand grips your ass with bruising force.

“Good girl- fuck, you feel so good around me, baby”, he mutters, his beard rubbing against your nipple as he pants.

You cant your hips against his, aided by his hands. You hold on to his shoulders before cupping his cheeks. Your eyes barely open to catch a view of your garden and you feel Joel groan, his teeth dragging over your collarbone.

“You’re so good to me, Joel”, you murmur and press your lips against his temple. He grunts and you feel the sweat between you, your knees are screeching with the effort but you keep going.

“You need help, baby?”

He pushes his thumb against your clit and you moan weakly, your knees already shaking as your orgasm suddenly takes hold.

“Oh god, Joel-”

“Come on baby, let me feel it, need to feel your pretty pussy cum for me”, he grunts and you feel him move underneath you, thrusting into you hard until you start whimpering into the crook of his neck.

Your legs shake as you cum, the unforgiving pressure too much to keep yourself upright as you feel Joel twitch inside of you, filling you up with labored breaths that cool the sweaty nape of your neck.

You both catch your breath, content to sit in the sun and melt into each other. Joel is the first to recover, his hand gently trailing over the back of your neck and down over your spine. You sigh, smiling as you let your lips trail over his shoulder.

“So”, he starts before pressing a kiss to your temple. “how many shelves do you want, baby?”

You laugh and he smiles at you, watching in awe as you giggle in his lap, the sun illuminating your flushed face.

#joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #the last of us #tlou #tlou fanfiction

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