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pinkypromisepascal · 5 months ago

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Handiwork - Jim Hopper x fem!reader

summary: Hopper shows up with a nasty cut so you lend a helping a hand and patch him up.

content: MDNI ofc, friends to lovers, subby!Hop, Hop has a hand kink, just minor descriptions of the cut, handjob, cum eating (oops), no physical description of reader except for pretty hands and jewelry

author's note: I had so many people look at this, thank you so much @strang3lov3 @umnitsa @endlessthxxghts @ievutebebe for looking at this and helping me work this out! Also I know the moodboard and title say fem!reader but technically this can be seen as gn!reader too, fem!reader's just my default mode.

word count: 2.6k ao3 link: here

You got home from work four hours ago, ready to bask in the comfort of your small home in Hawkins. Despite the beautiful sunny weather outside, you find yourself more comfortable on your couch with a big cup of your favorite tea and a new book you've been dying to read.

You haven't moved an inch in the last hour, too engrossed in the book's plot. A sharp knock at your door pulls you out of your thoughts. You have no clue who it is, but you don't wanna be rude and ignore the person, so you get up with a tired sigh and open the door, only to find Jim Hopper looking down at you, pressing a bloodied tissue to his head.

"Hop, hi, I-... wow, what happened?"

Jim looks at you, his blue eyes kind and warm as always when he's with you. "Might have gotten into a little brawl at the bar," he admits sheepishly with a little eye roll.

You step aside and let him in. "For good reason at least?"

He shrugs, "Just had to handle a drunk guy and you know... some glass broke." You take a look at him, peeling the tissue away just enough to look at the cut going diagonally from his left eyebrow. "Thought you might come in handy, I'm out of gauze," he says dryly, "And I really don't need a hospital bill right now."

Fair enough, you think.

He wordlessly follows you to the bathroom and just lets his eyes follow you as you gather the supplies you'll need. He notices the ring on your index finger, the one he got you for your birthday a few months back. He'd never admit to it, but he's always been a little fascinated by your hands. And that fascination has gotten stronger over the last months. He never really thought about hands that much, what they might say about people, but he's watched yours take care of El's scraped knee, watched them pet stray cats, seen those fingers wrap around a bottle of beer at his place. When he looks at his own hands, he just thinks of them as burly, callused.

But yours? They’re soft, gentle, even in the most mundane of tasks.

He snaps out of his thoughts when you clear your throat and turn around again, putting stuff on the vanity behind him. You cock your head and chuckle, "Need you to get a little more on my level, big guy." It takes a second for him to get the hint, but then he puts the bloodied tissue aside and sits down on the toilet lid, legs spread so you can step between them. You nod approvingly and can't hide a little smirk at the height difference between you two. Neither can he.

You grab a small towel and hold it under running water for a second before gently dabbing at the cut, cleaning the dried blood. He hums and closes his eyes. "Sorry," you mumble, your other hand tilting his head a little to get a better look at the cut. He feels the rings on his skin and suppresses a noise in his throat. The corner of his mouth twitches, "No, 's the cold that feels nice." "Enjoy the cold, only gets worse from here," you quip and snort when his eyes snap open. "Just some antiseptic and a few stitches, you can handle it. You're in good hands with me." "Hm, never doubted that," he retorts and closes his eyes again.

You pat the wound dry with another and then reach for the antiseptic, putting some of it onto a sterile gauze compress and then gently holding and dabbing it against the wound. He hums again and clears his throat in discomfort. "Ah come on, you've had worse," you tease softly. He smirks again and nudges your leg with his, "Shut up." "You shut up."

He feels a shiver down his spine when you carefully touch the area around the cut, checking for swelling or signs of infection. He slowly takes a deep breath, careful so you don't notice his tension. He feels the blood rushing through his body, his thoughts running a mile a minute. “You’re always so gentle with your hands,” he mutters softly, and you thank him bashfully. You mumble something, asking if he’s still good. When he opens his eyes, he catches your gaze, your eyes still warm despite the cold white light of your bathroom.

"Hope I'm not ruining your evening plans with this," he suddenly says. You put the compress aside and scoff, "Please, we both know I don't have plans. You're basically my highlight of the day." He cocks his eyebrow, immediately squinting as he feels the pain from the currently bad side of his face, "Oh really?" You smile proudly at him, "Mhm."

His heart skips a beat. If only you knew the effect you're having on him right now. He hasn't always felt for you like this, recently things have just been feeling different. He feels more at ease with himself. He's trying to allow himself a little more fun again, a little more peace. And in all the years he's known you, he can't remember when your presence hasn't brightened his day. You've always been the highlight of his day.

He smiles at you, and you realize your hand is still on his cheek like before. You pull away and take a deep breath, "Okay, so... stitching's gonna be a bitch." Hop just shrugs, "Someone told me I've had worse, so I think I can handle it." You laugh and nudge his belly with the back of your hand, "Can't be in too much pain if y'keep making bad jokes." The shiver runs from his spine between his legs. Jesus Christ.

He's drifting off again, gone in his thoughts about you, about your hands, your hands on him while you're so close to him, so focused on your task. He's sure you can hear how wild his heart is thumping in his chest, or feel the fluttering of his pulse in his neck where your hand is resting again, keeping his head in place and occasionally tilting it towards the light. And he hopes you don't look down. Anything but that. He's dying to move, to let his hands feel yours, feel them on his body, eagerly exploring him.

You say something, but he doesn't hear what, he's too far gone, imagining what it would be like to feel those heavenly hands wrapped around his co— A snap in front of his face brings him back yet again.

"Sorry, what?" You tut, "What's got you so distracted today? Did you hit your head during that fight? I was asking if you feel any pain." He suppresses a groan, then swallows and only replies with "No." Somehow the pain only makes him crazier for you. "Good, then you're all done," you say with a smile and start putting the supplies back.

Jim tries to shake off his thoughts without making his head throb too much and gets up, now leaning with his lower back against the vanity, right next to you. "How many times can I come here 'fore you start charging me?" You chuckle to yourself at first, and his heart skips a beat again. As you look at him, you only now notice his busted lip and grab the still damp towel to wipe the dried blood off, standing between his legs, then wipe your thumb along the spot. "You're free to show up here anytime, big guy," you smile, and he's sure you don't mean to sound so sultry. Maybe it's his mind playing tricks on him. Still, there's no more denying the near painful strain in his jeans now. He's hoping you don't feel it, almost embarrassed about it. Any move to adjust himself will just draw your attention to it.

"Much appreciated," he replies smugly as you look at him. Everything about you is just—

"You seem awfully tense, you okay? Feeling dizzy or something?" He cocks his head slightly and bites the inside of his cheek, crossing his arms in front of his big chest. "Little headache," he lies.

You smirk at him, "Hm, little headache or maybe something else bothering you?"

Before he can ask what you mean, he feels your hand press against the outline of his cock, making him draw in a breath.

Jackpot.

You can almost see his thoughts racing behind his gorgeous eyes. You close your hand around him, just a bit, and the corner of his mouth twitches. He's uncrossed his arms, his hands gripping the vanity's edge as he stares you down. Your eyebrow cocks up, challenging, daring him.

Your heart's beating in your throat, and you can feel his body heat. Part of you doesn't know if what you're doing is wrong, if you should talk about what's happening or just stop right here and never speak of it again. This is definitely crossing a line and you don't know how things will be after. Yet another part is screaming at you to keep going, and you think he feels the same.

"You need me to take a look at this, too?" You ask, your voice suddenly quiet, a new undertone to it that Hop hasn't heard from you yet. You're getting cocky. He risks a quick look down to where your hand is, smooth against the raging boner that's been straining his pants for at least fifteen minutes now, the ring he gifted you staring back at him. Oh, fuck. He clasps his big hand over yours and looks into your eyes again. God, yes. There's a glimmer in your eyes that almost undoes him then and there. "Don't look at me like that," he mutters.

His mind is racing, blood rushing through his body. He bites back a groan when you move your hand beneath his, your fingertips reaching his belt buckle. "What's wrong with how I look at you?"

He ignores your question, you're just teasing him right now, enjoying how he's losing himself. "You're what's distracting me. You and your damn hands." "My hands?"

He nods slowly and swallows. His body is screaming for some friction, some relief to the craziness that is this situation. You move your hand again and he lets it go, never breaking eye contact. You unbuckle his belt, popping the button of his jeans open. “You don’t have to–,” he starts, but you tut him. "What is it about my hands?" You ask innocently as you shove your fingertips behind the waistband of his boxers, slowly dragging them and his pants down just enough to wrap your hand around him. He breathes out with a hum as you oh so slowly drag your hand along his length, eyes fluttering close.

"This okay?"

He huffs out a laugh, not daring to look at you right now, his grip on the vanity tightening, "Yeah. More'n okay." "Now tell me what's so interesting about my hands that it's got you rock hard like this, Hopper," you say, and he can hear the damn smile in your voice. Your thumb wipes over the tip before you drag your hand down again, picking up the pace just a bit. He shakes his head and opens his eyes again to look at you. Oh, you're enjoying this a lot. His jaw tightens as he tries to find the right words. "Shut up," he grunts. "Aw, come on," you insist with a cheeky smile, "Just wanna know what goes on in that dirty Chief of Police mind of yours. What more is there when just my hands got you like this, hm?" You tighten your grip for a moment, and his belly tightens, keeping him from making a sound.

You murmur sweet nothings, encouraging him to indulge in his thoughts. His gaze drops down to your hand stroking him. “Your rings, fuck–” He loses his words as you twist your wrist just the right way, his knuckles turning white as he’s gripping the edge with all his power. “Oh, do you want me to take them off? Are they uncomfor–?” “No,” he replies, hips slightly moving towards your touch, a low groan rumbling in his chest, “Keep’em on.” “You like how they feel?” You ask. He takes another deep breath, focusing on just letting your hand work him. “Like how they look on you. ‘Specially that one,” he rumbles and you know which one he’s talking about. You bite the inside of your lip, but the smile still spreads as you look at him. “Hm, wonder why,” you muse, picking up your speed, urging him closer to the edge. He clears his throat hastily, “Don’t play stupid, you fucking know why.”

You stroke him faster, noticing his breath faltering a bit. One of his arms slings around your waist, pulling you closer to him to lean his forehead against yours, cussing under his breath. His hooded gaze bores into yours with such a carnal need and longing, almost making you lose momentum. Your free hand drifts up his torso, toying with the top button of his shirt and slowly popping it open, letting your fingertips lightly dance over his warm skin. Jim’s hips buck into your hand again and his eyes flutter close, he’s drawing in a sharp breath. “Tease,” he growls, followed by a short, breathless laugh. You chuckle softly, “What’s the matter, big guy?” He looks at you again, a light sparkle in his eyes, “Matter’s that I– hm, won’t be able t’stop myself ‘f you keep this up.”

“Then don’t.”

He scans your face for any signs of hesitation and just finds that maddening smile of yours again. His legs and belly tighten. His other hand cups your face and smashes your lips together for a heated, bruising kiss. His mustache scratches against your skin and you whimper at feeling him nip your bottom lip. Your body freezes momentarily, and you’re only brought back to reality by Jim’s hand wrapping around yours, tightening your grip around him even more, and moving your hand with his. “Just like that,” he hushes into your mouth and with a few more quick strokes the tension in his body finally snaps. He’s kissing you again, muffling his broken moan, tongue swiping over your lip.

You keep your fingers wrapped just below his tip, changing the grip in small pulses. Your thumb swipes over the sensitive head, making him shudder through his release, his warmth coating your hand and shirt. Your other hand is resting above his racing heart, beating so fast you’re worried he’s gonna be dizzy. He slowly tears his lips from yours, his thumb wiping softly over your cheek.

His eyes flick down for a second and his face flushes. “Sorry ‘bout the mess. Usually have better manners than that.” You look down and snort, tugging at your shirt, “Ah, this old thing’s seen worse.“ You smile as you bring your glistening fingers up, “As for these…”

Jim watches breathlessly as your tongue darts out to lick over each digit, releasing each with a wet pop. “You‘re enjoying yourself a lot right now,“ he notes with a smirk, smoothly tucking himself away. An innocent shrug is the only answer he gets. He rolls his eyes in feigned annoyance and clicks his tongue.

You grab his face to pull him in for another kiss. He can taste himself on your lips, feeling the blood rush through his body again, his fingertips tingling with eagerness to touch you. His hands drop to the hem of your shirt, fingers slipping beneath, shoving the fabric up your torso. You raise your arms, letting him go all the way till he tosses your shirt aside, lips immediately locking together again. You chuckle.

“Not done with you yet,” he hums with a content sigh, “Time for payback.” “Careful with that, big guy, you’re still hurt.” He pecks your lips and smirks, “Thought we’d agreed I’ve had worse?”

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kitashousewife · 2 years ago

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this has been in my head for DAYS let’s pretend geto is happy and healthy :]

geto’s sat in front of you on the ground, big arms draping over your knees while you sit on the couch. to anyone else this would look relaxing, intimate even.

sadly though, the large man in front of you has had better evenings.

“i not going to have any hair left,” geto whines, inching his head away from what he feels to be assault going on at the mercy of your fingers.

“maybe if you would brush it,” you make your point with the sharp tug of the hairbrush and he groans. “taking it out of a bun wouldn’t be so hard.”

geto came over earlier, irritated as could be due to the mess of hair on top of his head not budging. he figured if he came to you instead or shoko, or even gojo, he wouldn’t feel as embarrassed.

hindsight is always 20/20, and right now he would rather be embarrassed than this.

“we’re almost done, i promise. then i’ll wash it for you,”you pat his shoulder and he whines again.

“can’t you just wash it now? my head hurts,” he leans all the way back, pouting as he looks up at you. “what did i ever do to you?”

you gently push him up and grab the brush again. geto pulls his knees into his chest with a humph as you continue your work.

“you asked me for help,” you laugh when he settles back in. “besides, i’m almost done. just a couple more sections.”

long strands of black hair drape over his back and your knees, soft and delicate after your work. when geto is feeling lazy, he will throw his hair up quickly without thinking of the consequences. instead of fighting a losing batter with himself in the bathroom, he took a new route. trusting his best friend instead. he knows he shouldn’t be so careless with his hair, but despite the pain and discomfort, he craves your touch.

“all done,” you sing song as the brush makes one final pass from scalp to ends, and geto sighs with relief.

“finally,” he stands up slowly, stretching after sitting on the floor for so long. “you make it seem so easy!”

you give him an unamused look and he smirks.

“come on sugu, before i change my mind,”

geto walks to the kitchen, grabbing one of the bar stools and setting it in front of the kitchen sink while you grab what you need. due to his height and convenience, you have found this to be much easier.

“tilt your head back,” you use the faucet to wet his hair before you begin shampooing it. as your fingers massage into his scalp slowly, geto’s lips part ever so slightly. you let him relax for a few minutes, working the shampoo into his hair as his breathing becomes more steady.

he’s been busy lately, pulled every which way for missions. some being a couple hours, some a couple days. things have been crazy lately, so you’ll indulge for a little while to give him some rest.

his lips are pulled into a small smile throughout the rest of the wash, humming to himself while you finish up. when you begin to towel off his hair, brushing it one last time, he sighs.

“thank you,” he stands in your kitchen with a grin. “i could fall asleep right now,”

“want me to drive you? or, call satoru?”

“god no,” annoyance graces his features for a moment, thinking about what an absolute scene gojo would cause finding you here, doing geto’s hair for him. “i’ll be just fine, i promise.”

he looks very pretty like this. rarely do you see his hair all the way down. it falls down like silk, covering most of his back and decorating his sweatshirt with dark little drops of water from the ends. geto is much more relaxed than he was earlier, now with a pleased smile.

“are you off on another mission tomorrow?” you’re leaned up against the kitchen table while geto stands near your front door.

“actually i am off the hook for a few days, they decided to send satoru instead.”

you’re not quite ready to end your time together, considering how much you’ve missed him while he’s been busy.

“wanna stay and watch a show?”

geto snorts. he knows if he stays, he’ll fall asleep on your couch like always, leaving you to watch the show alone. but, like you, he’s not quite ready to leave.

“sure, one episode can’t hurt.”

#geto x reader #geto x reader fluff #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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veltana · 4 months ago

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Sell my soul - 2

✦ Pairing: Lloyd Hansen/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~1,6k

✦ Rating for this part: Mature

✦ Warnings/tags: Alpha!Lloyd, Omega!Reader, omega auction, slow burn, eventual smut, pet names (sugar plum).

✦ Series summary: With no other options left, you decide to put yourself up for auction in hope of finding an alpha. Scared and running from your past, you end up with a man who is incredibly handsome but also seems to care for you in his own way. But living with him brings its own set of challenges. As both of you navigate these difficulties, you'll discover your true feelings for each other, hopefully before time runs out.

✦ Summary: Lloyd gives you a tour and you have some food

✦ Note: This was supposed to be two chapters but they were so short I put them together instead. It might be a while before we see Lloyd and sugar plum again because I've been having some trouble figuring out where I want to go with the next chapter.

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The towel is the fluffiest thing you've ever felt against your skin. Not even way back, before everything went to shits, did you have such nice things.

Looking in the mirror you can almost see your old self, scrubbed clean of the years running. If everything goes as planned, you'll never have to do it again.

You remove the last pair of clean underwear from your bag, but seeing them compared to the space you're in makes it clear that they don't make the cut. Lloyd won't know you're naked underneath his clothes anyway.

The pants are too long so you roll them up and tie the drawstring so they won't fall off. His t-shirt is soft and smells of detergent. The omega in you is disappointed that it doesn't smell like him but you push that aside.

Stepping out you look around but you have no idea where to go. “Lloyd?” You call. “Kitchen!” He answers. You head in the direction of his voice and find him at a huge kitchen island.

“Hungry?” he asks and you nod as you slide onto a bar chair. He opens a drawer and pulls out a bunch of folders, then throws them on the counter. “Pick whatever you want.”

At first, you're unsure of what it is, so you pick one up and examine it. It’s a takeaway menu for Indian food. Do you like that? You’ve eaten what you can find over the years but never paid much attention to what it was. And before that, you liked to cook and rarely ordered takeout. As you grab another menu, you try to figure out what to order, but the options are overwhelming.

Looking at Lloyd you tell him, “I don’t know, just decide for me.” Shrugging he picks up a bright red one and makes a call. The person on the other end seems to know him. Lloyd laughs and says that he’s home for a while again. You store that piece of information away. Then he rattles off some things before he ends the call.

“It'll take about 20 minutes for the food to get here, should we put your things in the wash?” “I already did,” you tell him heistily. You saw the machine in the bathroom and the thought of Lloyd handling your dirty clothes almost made you panic so you shoved them in and started it.

“Then how about a tour!” Lloyd exclaims and heads out of the kitchen before you can respond. Like a lost puppy you follow him.

There is a room with workout equipment and another smaller bathroom. Attached to the living room is a balcony overlooking the street below. Heights have never been your thing and it tingles unpleasantly in your feet as you stand at the railing made of glass.

The whole apartment is minimalistic and mostly white and gray. When you had an apartment it was full of colors. Guess it's just something you will have to get used to.

During the little tour, you observe Lloyd. The mustache makes him seem silly at first but you have a feeling he’s anything but. The whole apartment screams of a need for control over every single detail.

An itch starts in your fingers. What happens if you turn one of his decorations the wrong way? What if you nudge the painting until it's crooked? What if you tickle him?

You quickly shove all those silly thoughts away. This is a serious man and it's a serious place. And you don't know Lloyd. If you're lucky he might throw you out and if you're not lucky, well, no one would miss you. Not really.

The tour concludes in the bedroom, presenting you with a new problem: there’s a massive bed, but only one. “I usually sleep on the left side, so I guess the right is yours,” Lloyd says, gesturing to the bed.

Cold sweat breaks out on your brow. You didn't think of this. Of course, he expects you to sleep in the same bed as him. You're his omega. He's bought you for a reason. He's watching you expectantly. As if to gauge your reaction. You force yourself to nod but don't say anything.

The sound of the doorbell makes you jump and Lloyd heads out to get the food while you're stuck staring at the bed. It was a long time ago you slept in a real bed. But you have never shared a bed with an alpha.

“Come eat!” Lloyd calls. It unglues your feet from the floor and you hurry to the kitchen.

The sight of Lloyd opening the boxes of food and the steam rising from them makes your stomach rumble loudly. It’s clear that he’s bought more than just two meals with all the containers on the counter, so you try a bit of everything. You’re not sure if it’s the actual food, the fact that it’s warm and fresh, or the environment that makes it taste so great.

“Don't overeat,” Lloyd waves at you with his fork. You swallow the bite in your mouth and stare at him. He stares right back and pops a piece of fried chicken into his mouth.

“Afraid I'm gonna get fat?” you ask, voice dripping with acid. Lloyd smiles, but it's not a nice, friendly kind of smile. “No, sugar plum. But your stomach might recoil if you eat too much all at once.”

A pinprick of shame needles you. He is just trying to look out for you. A part of you wants to rebel, and stuff as much food as you can manage into your mouth, but you do see that he has a point. And you need to be nice to him, you remind yourself once again.

“Yeah, sure.” “Better to eat smaller portions often.” “Mhm,” you hum and take one last bite before putting down your fork.

“So tell me about yourself,” Lloyd says. You shrug, “Not much to tell, honestly.” “Why does an omega put themselves up for auction?” “Why does an alpha feel the need to buy one?”

Once again, the two of you stare at each other across the kitchen island. This is a mistake, is all you can think. Being nice and docile is not your strong suit.

“I had my reasons, sugar plum.” he smiles. “Besides, you're hot.” You stiffen at his words because they’re not what you expect, you certainly don't feel hot right now. For a second you consider telling him, but you don't want to dump it on him in case it works itself out anyway. Instead, you smile as politely as you can. “I had my reasons as well. And thanks for the compliment.”

Once you’ve finished eating you help put away the food and notice that the fridge holds very little produce. “Don't you eat anything but take-out?” “I'm usually not home long enough, it's a waste of money to buy a bunch of ingredients,” he shrugs.

A life without home-cooked meals sounds like a miserable existence to you so you clear your throat and offer up information about yourself. “I used to love cooking. Haven't done it in a while but I think I would like to try again.”

Lloyd closes the fridge. “Sure, go nuts! I think the store is closed now but you can go tomorrow.” Your body goes rigid and your pulse picks up. Quickly you fumble for a way out. “I can't, I don't have any money.” Lloyd raises his eyebrow. “The sum I paid should be more than enough to fill a few bags at the store.”

Shit, you didn't think of that. You chew your lip.

“Why are you scared?”

Avoiding his gaze you look at the floor. “I just don't like going to the store by myself.”

Because no matter how many times you switched stores, he always found you. You kept going further and further out of town, yet one day, you'd pull up, and there he was, waiting right outside the door. It's going to happen here too. But if you have an alpha with you maybe he won't bother you.

“Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow,” Lloyd shrugs. “Thanks,” you murmur.

The sun is setting and by now you've usually found somewhere to hole up for the night. If you were lucky it would be somewhere safe. If you were not so lucky it would be somewhere exposed. Does this count as a safe place? You think so. The day is catching up on you and the exhaustion is starting to take a toll on your body. There is just the tiny little problem of the sleeping arrangements.

You want to say something. At the same time, you feel like you’ve done enough damage on your first night. So instead you stay up with Lloyd and watch some TV on the couch that looks as if it’s brand new. As it’s getting more difficult to keep your eyes open you have the brilliant idea of just falling asleep on the couch. Then you won’t have to sleep in the bed. Silently you curl up against a pillow and sleep is instant.

The next thing you know you're in the air. It takes a moment to orient yourself before you realize he's carrying you.

“Put me down,” you mumble, too tired to filter out your thoughts. “I'm taking you to bed.” “No, I'll sleep on the couch.” You wiggle in Lloyd's arms, trying to get out.

“Don't be silly,” he rebukes and puts you on the bed. A distressed whine bubbles up in your throat.

Lloyd doesn't say anything, instead a rumble sounds next to you. It makes your muscles go slack, the omega in you recognizing the sound as comforting and safe. Sleep starts to take you again.

Fucker, is your last thought. He's purring you to sleep.

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carolmunson · 1 year ago

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come get me, come love me (older!modern!eddie)

part four of who knows how many. orange colored sky set list surprise chapter, bitches. after we got rained out at the park, we finish our date at eddie's apartment in prospect heights, things heat up despite the storm. inspired by @loveshotzz older steve series: all i really want is you (see if you can spot the easter egg in this lil chapter.) tw: age gappy (reader is late 20s/early 30s, eddie is late 30s/early 40s), kissin', reader wears eddie's clothes but there's no body description songspiration: lovesick | banks

The door to the building is wedged between a restaurant and a pet store on a long street of bars and places to eat. You’ve been down here plenty of times, the ramen spot closer to the end of the street is to die for, and one of the ice cream shops is the best in this part of the city. He unhooks the carabiner from his belt loop and hurries the key into the heavy iron grate door before bumbling into the wooden one behind it.

“Whew!” he says when you both get inside, wiping some of the rain from his face. He leads you up the stairs to the second floor and down the small hallways. “Both doors are mine, but this is the front door,” he smiles, kicking his shoes off at the mat off to the side. You do the same. “Sorry if it’s a little messy,” he says, keys jingling in his hands while he opens the door, “Maid took the week off.”

You snort when you follow him inside but he looks at you over his shoulder, “No, seriously. It was her son’s birthday on Sunday so I told her not to come in. I try to keep it together for the most part, but – I don’t know, Sasha gives it a special somethin’ I’ve never been able to do on my own.”

It’s a little stunning, his apartment. And when you think a little you mean a lot, a floor and a half with a metal spiral staircase that separates the open concept kitchen from the living room, dining room hybrid on the wall closest to the door. Oak floors that look newly shined, a big and deep sectional closing off the space so a dining room table and chairs could be placed on the other half of the room. Even the exposed brick on the back wall looks like it was just put in. His hand rests on your back while he guides you up to the next floor, the metal cold on your bare feet, shivering against the coolness of the central air whooshing through the place.

“If you want I can give you something comfy to wear and throw your stuff in the laundry,” he says when you make it to the top, opening the door, “Bathroom is just around the corner.”

“You have in-unit laundry?” you ask with a breathy sigh.

“I know, I’m so dreamy,” he winks, “You gonna take me up on my offer? There’s towels in there already.”

“Sure,” you take off the linen shirt and pass it to him, “I’ll be right out.”

The bathroom is small-ish but well put together, it looks like he had it gutted and redone to be more modern, navy blue marbled tiles in the shower with gunmetal hardware – he has an eye, you figure. You open one of the cabinets to see dark blue towels folded and fluffy, waiting for you. The image that meets you in the mirror makes you frown when you wipe your face off – a wet rat with mascara running down her cheeks, blush and lipgloss long faded. You sigh and do your best to wash off your face with what you can, peeling off your wet layers and keeping them on the counter.

“Wanna swap?” he asks while knocking on the door. You ball up your wet clothes, holding the towel up against your chest while you open the door a sliver, easing them out into his waiting hand. You can’t see him but you hear his little snicker while he pushes the dry clothes into your open palm. “You got it?” he asks. “I got it,” you say, balancing them into the room and shutting the door quietly. “Let me know if you want something different,” he offers. You shake out the folded clothes, big black sweatpants and an old, soft band tee. Corroded Coffin spelled out in jagged letters on the front with a marionette dangling from a demonic clawed hand on the back. “This is fine,” you say, slipping them on, “What band is this?” “It’s mine,” he says. You can hear his footsteps walking away from the bathroom while he talks, “Told you I was a rockstar!”

When you’re fully changed into his sweats and shirt you emerge from the bathroom, padding out of the tiles in socked feet. You can hear him downstairs putting the leftover snacks into the fridge and freezer from the cooler. Like the sleuth you are, you take in what you can to learn more about him, inching down the short hallway and peeking into one of the rooms. His bedroom looks like a bachelor’s – not in the way a guy in their twenties would have it, but it’s clear he wants to semi impress whoever he’s taking home. You admire the coziness of the space: wrought iron bed frame – likely a vintage thrift find or thousands of dollars. Dark bedding with knit blankets at the foot of the mattress, a dark green rug under the bed atop the oak floors. His walls are littered with framed photos of him with people you don’t know. Show posters under glass from the 90s, some vintage posters from the 70s. It smells like cedar and a nice hotel lobby candle, manly and unassuming. His dressers are a deep walnut wood that compliment the floors with ease – he did say he had an eye for color. Your eyes wander, looking towards the doors of a walk in closet, more art on the walls. A beautiful baroque style mirror that looks straight out of a gothic mansion leaning heavy in the corner. However, you feel heat rush to your cheeks when, slightly hidden, you see two sets of handcuffs dangling off a small hook by one of his bedside tables.

“Find anything interesting, Nancy Drew?”

His low rumble makes you jump, turning to see him leaning against the wall of the hallway with his arms crossed. You breathe out a nervous giggle, “Sorry, was just seeing the place. Your room is nice.”

“Thank you,” he nods, “I just got it redecorated — got a friend who's a killer interior designer.”

“I bet you got a friend for everything,” you say, meeting him in the hallway where he opens the door to the next room. It's dark, covered in squares of soundproofing foam. A few different guitars hang from the wall above a big desk with three monitors, computer below whirring in a low hum.

“I do,” he says, “We exchange a lot of favors. This is where I work from for the most part. Laundry is just a closet next to the bathroom. And uh…you saw downstairs, so I guess that’s the tour.” “It’s a really, really nice spot,” you confess, heading back down the spiral staircase, “Super good location, too.” “It wasn’t when I landed here in ‘04,” he leans on the railing at the top step looking down at you, “But you were prob’ly learnin’ fractions back then.” “You’re annoying,” you cross your arms at the bottom stairs staring up at his boyish grin, he winks again – your legs are jello. “I’m gonna change real quick, I made you a cup of coffee – there’s creamer in the fridge if you need it,” he calls out before disappearing from the staircase to change. You go to the fridge where there’s a litter of polaroids stuck to the stainless steel – most of them of a German Shepherd puppy posed with him and another guy, clean cut, nothing like Eddie.

“Whose the cute dog?” you ask when you hear his footsteps against the metal.

“Oh that’s my nephew, his name’s Bandit,” he says, pulling a shirt over his head while he makes it back down the spiral staircase. Your eyes linger on the tattoos on his chest, trailing down his obliques, “The dog, not the guy in the pictures.” “I figured.” “That’s my buddy Steve, he’s like my brother. I was out in Chicago for a couple months helping him get his shit back on track – we got him a puppy to keep his mind off things,” Eddie snorts, watching you pour some cream into your mug. You offer to do so for him but he shakes his head, taking it from you to put back in the fridge. “Is he okay?”

“His wife just passed away,” he says quietly. You offer him a sad face and he shrugs in that ‘What can you do?’ kind of way that guys do when they don’t know what to say, “You clothes should be all set in an hour or so.” “Oh, and then you’re kickin’ me out?” you tease, drinking your coffee up against the counter. He smirks, running his palm over the scratchy scruff of his chin and jaw. “Nah, not at all. You can stay as long as you want,” he shakes his head, his curls already starting to dry around his face – big and defined now with the summer rain, “Just didn’t think you’d wanna hang out at some old man’s house all afternoon.” “See, I was thinking how fun it would be to clear you out of your Raisin Bran,” you smirk against the lip of your mug while he makes his way towards you. He crosses his arms, taking slow steps before he’s got you caged in against the counter. If your nose knows, he definitely spritzed a spray of his cologne before he made it back down stairs – dark, spicy sandalwood enveloping you with a whisper of laundry detergent.

“I’m almost out, actually,” he grins, lids half closing while he looks down into your eyes, “But it’s okay, I have an unopened box of Kashi multigrain in one of these cabinets somewhere.” He waits for your next dig, knowing it’s coming by the quirk in your lips – you’re full of them today. “Gotta keep that blood pressure in check,” you tease again, trying to keep yourself from smiling as he leans in, a deep short chuckle coming from his throat. You little brat, it sounds like. “It’s really good for your heart health, actually,” he corrects, brows raising a little. A smirk flits across his full lips when he watches you falter a little, your pretty eyes glazing and glassy while he looms over you. His voice gets low and smoky, just like his cologne, “Maybe you could learn a thing or two from me, hm?”

You shut your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek – you can’t show him how good he’s getting you right now, not so soon, “Oh totally, like what the best pill cases are for my future arthritis medicine.” He laughs, the soft crows feet around his eyes crinkling with it. It’s a barking laugh, quick and sharp – you’re sharp, he likes that, “I can definitely do that.” His nose brushes yours and you brace yourself for what’s coming next, ready to feel him kiss you. To feel the buzz of his hands on you like how they were when he led you inside, when he put his hand on your hands in the park. His lips ghost above yours, breath fanning over your face while you take a final one before the inevitable. “You’ve got a quick mouth there, kleine,” he says smoothly. He reaches around you to grab his own mug of coffee, taking a long sip. Eddie catches the miniscule drop of your shoulders, a silent win goes off in his head. You want him to kiss you so bad and that makes him feel like a million bucks – fuck that – a trillion bucks.

He steps back, taking a sip of his coffee while the apartment gets a little darker, the storm rolling further in. “What’s ‘kleine’?” you ask, trying to regain your breath. He smiles, walking over to the dimmer on the wall and easing the lights up to a warm glow. “It’s German,” he says, looking over his shoulder, “Loosely translates to baby girl.” “You know German?” you ask, trying to not let the translation send you directly into outer space. You watch him with his coffee cup make his way over to the sectional in his open living space. It’s big and inviting, covered in a sea of throws that it looks like he collected over the years. He plops down, tilting his head toward the seat next to him to encourage you over. “I did an extended run of Cabaret in Jersey like – pffft, I don’t know, a million years ago,” he shrugs, putting his coffee on the table in front of him while you plop yourself down on the deep, squishy cushions. You swallow hard when a waft of his cologne hits you again, trying your hardest not to crawl onto his lap to take him in.

“Saw the show in ‘98 with Alan Cumming, lost my mind – I mean, really transformative for an 18 year old I guess. Years later when I moved out here I saw there was auditions for it and just got knee deep in that shit, taught myself German and everything to make it sound more authentic,” he looks forward wistfully while he recounts the story, smiling at you when he comes back to himself, “Was very helpful when I went to Berlin a few years later.”

“Oh, how was that?” you ask, “Did you have fun? I’ve never been to Europe.”

“I’d tell you about all the fun I had if I could remember it,” he grins,flopping his arm up over the back of the couch, beckoning you closer. “C’mere, honey,” he says, the quiet of his voice putting you at ease. You scooch closer to him while he pulls one of the blankets from the end of the chaise cushion and wraps it around your shoulders. With the blanket comes his arm with no hesitation, his hand resting on your shoulder and then down to your waist. “I like to marathon the Twilight Zone when it gets shitty out like this,” he explains, “You down?”

“Yeah,” you smile, “I’m down. I’ve seen a couple handfuls of episodes.”

“Yeah? What’s your favorite?” “Hm,” you think, “I think The Monsters are Due on Maple Street. It’s the first one I ever watched.” “We’ll start with that one, then.” He operates everything from an app on his phone, it surprises you that you’re not as techy as he seems to be. It’s not long before the episode starts and his hold on you becomes more intentional, more cuddly. Thunder booms overhead when the episode gets more intense, making you embarrassed when you jolt. He giggles at you, pulling you in closer – a soft whisper of I got you leaves his lips, you barely hear it. You snuggle up together while the episode ends and another starts, you tilt your head up toward him, “What’s your favorite?”

“Ooh, good question,” he smirks, “I think The Hitchhiker – it was the first one my uncle ever showed me when I started living with him. Scared the shit out of me.”

“You? Scared?” you quirk a brow, looking down at the way he holds you – assured, confident, “You don’t seem like someone who gets scared very often.”

“That’s the old age, peach,” he chuckles out, low and rumbly, “All that Raisin Bran, really switches up that fight or flight.” When you laugh he looks down at you, eyes sparkling, noses close together, “Is that funny?” “Yeah, it’s funny,” you say back just as quietly, adjusting yourself a little closer to him, “You’re funny.” His eyes flick down to your lips and then back up, you feel his hand spread out on your waist while he leans in closer, pressing up against you.

“Just funny?” he asks, watching your eyes flutter closed and then open. His lips ghosting over yours, edge of his bottom lip skating over the curve of your cupid’s bow.

“No, not just…” you breathe, too intoxicated by how close he is, how his lips and breath tease you. His hand glides up from your waist, trailing a fingertip up the side of your neck, stopping under your chin. You shiver at the touch, goosebumps flooding your arms and legs, belly flipping in somersaults. He tilts your head up, his cocking slowly to the side while his watches for your reaction.

“The show’s about to come back on.” The words are soft and quiet when they leave your mouth, your last ditch effort while fear and excitement roar in your ears. His eyes feel like magnets that you’re constantly pulled too, locking with them while he leans in.

“It’s a boring episode,” he grumbles out quietly from behind a smirk, eyes closing while the tip of your nose is brushed with his. He teases one last time before his lips press warmly against yours, parting slightly to capture them. You breathe in sharp through your nose, butterflies fluttering and slamming against your chest for release. His hands come up to lay themselves against your cheeks, now hot with excitement while they find home behind your head and neck. He’s fiending for you in the insatiable way he’s felt before, the way a man fiends for a woman.

His leads, taking control of the way the kiss moves with each tilt of his head, changing the intensity each time he breaks away to breathe and come back to you. His lips are full and plush, a soft pink that works for him, it’s almost innocent, when you know he’s anything but. He comes in again, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently to encourage you to let his tongue slide into your mouth.

His hands greedily pull you in by the waist now that your tongues are brushing, wrapping up together with no space between. You whimper into it, unable to keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay with his other hand roams down your back. You feel his lips stretch into a smile against yours, a growl of a chuckle coming out of his chest when he pulls away again. More kisses, soft and sweet with eyes closed, noses nuzzling before lips meet again. You climb onto his lap, he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you – tight and protective. You lead this time, a hand coming up to cup his jaw while you kiss, taking his bottom lip between your teeth this time. He relents, grip softening on you, fingertips grazing the tops of your thighs over the material of his sweatpants. Your hips roll forward over his and he pulls away.

“Steady now, sugar,” he warns, looking up at you with heavy lidded brown eyes, “I don’t fuck on the first date.” You pout a little, he likes that face, “You got some kind of moral code, old man?” “M’just not that kind of girl, baby,” he shrugs lightly, taking your hand and pressing soft kisses to your fingertips. His eyes don’t leave yours, big and innocent – like he’s challenging you, “Gotta keep you wantin’ more of me.” You can’t imagine not wanting more of him, no matter how much he gave you. “Then how come you kiss me like that?” you ask, his lips still leaving pillowy kisses against your fingers, “Like you’re hungry for me?”

“Oh, I am hungry, peach,” he smirks, tongue sliding out and gliding up the space between your first and middle finger. The tip of his tongue flicks the pads of them at the top, before taking just your fingertips into his mouth for a moment – hot and wet. Your mouth hangs open, drool collecting under your tongue at the feeling – imagining it happening exactly where you both want it to. “I think we should cut into that icebox cake,” he offers with a smile, like he didn’t just tease you into complete stupidity, “That’ll solve my problem.” He kisses your cheek as he guides you off his lap to get up, feeling lucky that he put on boxer briefs to keep his now painful erection contained – though his sweatpants left little to the imagination. Eddie comes back with two plates with heaping slices of dessert, passing you a spoon while you try your best to calm down.

“You okay?” he asks sweetly, brushing a stray hair out of your face. You nod, shoving a bite into your mouth so you don’t scream over his gentle touch and soft eyes. So you don’t yell and stomp through his living room about how bad you want him to bring you upstairs and eat you out. So you don’t tell him about the butterflies. You eat, watch, and talk – getting stories on his tattoos, you tell him about how you just started living alone, he tells you all the best spots to get furniture. You share soft little kisses while cuddled under blankets, laughing at the bad special effects and talking about the good special effects for the 60s as the episodes continue on. You fall asleep on his shoulder and he lets out a big deep breath – he likes that you already feel comfortable enough to do so. He swallows hard, doing his best to settle down his own butterflies.

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a-little-revolution · 5 months ago

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Hello Elliot!

I'm making a comic and one of the characters is a little person, and her husband is not. I want to design their house in a way that will work for both of them, where they can both do everything they need.

Things I'm already planning:

Their home will be single story/one floor so there are no stairs.

An extra cabinet in the kitchen for more plates/bowls/etc. that she can access easily.

A separate area in the kitchen with lower countertops.

Lots of step stools/mini stairs with wheels that she can move around in order to access countertops.

Lots of reaching tools for things like light switches and door handles.

Her own closet/wardrobe that's built to her height.

A bathroom with a normal shower for her husband and one of those accessible walk in tubs for her (like the ones with the doors that swing open and seats for you to sit down).

A second bathroom sink area that's her height, along with towel bars and cabinets at her level.

Do you have any other suggestions, or links to resources or examples of homes that have been designed to be accessible for people with very different heights?

Thank you! <3

Hello! These are all wonderful! My family, friends, and now partner are all average height so my household accommodations have always kept that in mind. You've thought of nearly everything! Here's my additions:

A dual shower head (with possibly a bar and a seat) can also be an option in the bathroom rather than a separate bath

In my household we use the higher shelves for my partners' things or for stuff I don't use often/without him. For instance, the coffee can be up high since he's who makes it in the morning - along with extra appliance parts, his waffle maker, backup pantry items, etc.

Spatially, something else to consider for your Little partner is their pain needs. I for instance, have stations throughout the house (bathroom, bed side table, living room couch table) where I keep things like water, meds, stim toys, CBD, etc. Chronic/arthritic pain is common for little people, and there will be evidence of that in their space.

Note that adaptations are often income-based. You've described my ideal living space! But with my financial and living situation (on ODSP and renting), making permanent adjustments to my home is not feasible. My personal counter was made from scrap wood by a friend of mine. Most of my stools were gifts from my mother. Very little of my house is actually adjusted, just worked around - and this is the reality for lots of disabled folk. Of course this may not be the case for your character! Just keep in mind that classism touches everything!

I love what you've included! What a lovely interabled household!

-Elliot (they/them)

#asks #accessibility #dwarfism #dwarfism in writing #writing disabled characters

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ipostwhatiwant1202 · 10 months ago

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i'm avoiding school work (hehe) so enjoy!

Friendship Headcanons Part 2:

• leo was very skeptical of you at first cause how can someone (who isnt april) be so nice??? and so sweet??? but then he just accepted it and now he can't live without you

• raph thought you were really adorable when he met you and now he finds you cutely annoying. he tells you you're annoying but heaven forbid anyone else does cause then here he comes.

• donnie just accepted that there was a new addition and liked you from the start. you seemed to mesh well and who was he to stop that? besides, you seemed to actually listen to him and he appreciated that.

• mikey was just like "yes new friend!" and he just became attached to you. he just liked people and found you to be more fascinating than the rest. plus you were really nice to him all the time.

• you showed up to the lair crying once because you watched a sad movie and they all looked like they were about to go to war for you

• you and splinter have tea together every sunday

• 4 different pillow options

• they all call you babe for no reason

• they all make fun of your height

• shoulder rides

• you have a favorite snack? it's always in stock at the lair

• you're featured on their hip hop christmas album

• you help behind the scenes on missions from donnie's lab (you joined them once and nearly died so this became your designated spot)

• you have inside jokes with all of them

• you and leo mock fight each other all the time

• raph likes to hold things above his head so you can't reach

• donnie will make your study guides for you if you're in school

• mikey just shows up at your apartment with movies on the weekends

• for your birthday, leo makes you poems, raph makes you a blanket, donnie makes you a handy gadget, and mikey paints you a picture

• you always have their favorite snacks at your apartment

• you know how leo and splinter like their tea

• you seem to be the only one who can make raph's scrambled eggs just right

• mikey will sometimes make you lunch to take to school/work

• you're the only one allowed to touch donnie's computer

• since you're splinter's adopted child, he parents you like he does the boys. he even grounds you

• the guys all like to hug you from behind randomly

• you help them clean their shells when they need it

• when they sleepover at your apartment, they are never where you left them. they all start on separate pieces of furniture and then end up in a giant pile on the floor. you end up joining on top sometimes

• leo's banned from touching your flat iron/curling iron if you have one

• raph's banned from touching another light bulb in your home

• donnie's banned from doing the dishes without superivision at your place

• mikey's banned from touching the towel bar in your bathroom

• heaven forbid (and god help the person) you go on a date

• they all like to tickle you just to make you mad

• "y/nnnnnn!!!!! raph won't stop touching me!!!" "y/n! tell leo that dolphins can't breathe underwater!" "ow! mikey that was my thigh!" "tell donnie that he's wrong!" this all happened at 8 am on a tuesday.

• they all come to you for advice

• they will literally murder anyone who hurts you....and no one will ever find them.

#rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt ask blog #tmnt bayverse #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #ask blog #tmnt 2003 #tmnt imagine #tmnt headcanons

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megs-98 · 2 months ago

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i had to shower without music so naturally i spent the entire time thinking about what the datv companion/rook bathrooms would look like

i'm gonna add my thoughts under the cut but everything will be sfw, there's just going to be a lot of rambling cause i will be talking about every companion and my rook. also i haven't finished the game yet so some thoughts are definitely incomplete

now i don't know if the fade would generate bathrooms for each character or if this place that can seemingly produce anything would just plop down a communal bathhouse. but i like to think the caretaker would make sure each person has a personalized ensuite. i also think that these bath areas would change as you get farther along in that companion's quest, similar to how harding's room gets more and more plants in it as you do her quest.

harding, for example, would her shower start off as a waterfall cascading off of rocks. symbolizing her love and appreciation of her ancestors and then by the time you finish her quest would there be a massive leaf coming from the rock side causing the water to cascade down? similar to the giant flower coming from her ceiling, tying in her love of plants

or with davrin. at the start, would he just have a pond? of questionable water? cause those wardens are roughin it for sure. but then as he and assan find their turlum, the water clears and rock walls form so assan can jump into the water from different heights? giving both davirn and emmrich a heart attack cause we know manfred would want to give it a try

would neve have a small area with basically just a bowl of water, a bar of soap, and a cloth? essentially only giving herself a bird bath cause she has leads to follow up on.. but as she continues through her quest and knows she has people to count on and is not alone in the world so she, for lack of a better word, grants herself time to enjoy a relaxing moment bathing, so an actual bathtub with nice soaps and soft towels appear. it doesn't need to be elaborate, she still enjoys things that are practical and get the job done

bellara's could go one of two ways in my head; either her shower would be more akin to rain falling through the tree canopy. or would it start as a small waterfall feeding into a stream. not sure how it would improve on itself from there though. maybe the foresty area comes more and more to life maybe having a calmed relic or two

taash, i think taash's would start as something more qunari centered, but as they learn more about themselves !and especially if rook encourages them to embrace their riviani culture! it would turn into a desert oasis and is just their small patch of paradise to enjoy however they choose to

emmrich i think his would be a practical bathroom but with a flair. i honestly haven't finished his questline yet but i know he's secure with himself and knows what he likes. so of course it would have all his creature comforts, maybe even have a box or something that would warm up his robe for him

lucanis would have a rather grandiose bathroom. he is used to the finer things in life and has an appreciation for style. he would have all the latest items popular with antivans, but he would prefer a small flow of water coming from the ceiling. could you imagine how broody he'd be in the shower, and it would probably cold too so he doesn't fall asleep. but then as he and spite are able to work together, he feels more comfortable to sit in a warm bath, appreciating how relaxing it can be, especially with a good glass of wine, hopefully even spite enjoying it to whatever extend he's able too

now for rook. my main rook is crow!rook, named yaryna (goes by yary) hers would definitely be practical but still have her favorite items. she's knowledgeable about plants, she is a poisoner after all, so she'd have eucalyptus hanging from the walls, some aloe vera, maybe an orchid or two. just a decent amount of high humidity plants, a *mirrorless* vanity table where she keeps her skin/hair care and makeup. and as she progresses through the story, finding more confidence in herself, a mirror would appear. her area wouldn't necessarily turn better, but she'd appreciate what she has, what she has always had, seeing the importance in "average" things, just as she does with herself.

#megs rambles #this got so long #dragon age the veilguard #lace harding #davrin #assan the griffon #manfred the skeleton #neve gallus #bellara lutare #taash the dragon hunter #emmrich volkarin #lucanis dellamorte #spite dellamorte #rook #crow!rook #these little guys live in my head #rent free #dav

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labialockercolourised · 26 days ago

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Ultra-modern tasteful gay-core Sims 4 Phouse (or rather, my take on a Phouse)

I love building in the Sims and I felt inspired to build a house based off what Dan has shared he likes in decor. Then I thought what even was the point of building a house inspired by Dan if Phil is not a part of it, so I built a phouse. I think I demolished my build around 5 times before I finally got something I was happy with.

Also check out @danisnotonfirebrand's Phouse build as well as @vampiregway's Dan and Phil Sims :D I used a fair amount of cc (Harrie and Felix, Myshuno Sun, Pierisim, The Clutter Cat, My Cup of CC)

Here's the house from the front. There are minimal windows on the outer sides of the house largely for privacy reasons. I still didn't close off the front of the house because aesthetics and it is the Sims

Here's a top-down view of the house and the floorplan. The house is constructed in a C-shape around a central courtyard with a Japanese oak in the center. This allows for floor-to-ceiling windows and an indoor-outdoor feel/view of nature without compromising on privacy.

The entryway and hallways are fairly minimal, I didn't want to clutter them up with too much furniture. The downstairs toilet and stairs are housed in the entryway. The black walls carry up to the first floor. This is also the first time I've used that side table from Blooming Rooms

The sexy, moody watercloset. POV you're shitting. I ended up using the labia lights...they're funny but also...some of the best ceiling lights in the game. Sorry for the fish-eye in a few of these screenshots, it was the only way

The hallway comes off the entryway and leads to the kitchen. It also houses the doorway to the office and an exit the courtyard with a moss lawn

The office.... I'll be honest, I didn't do much with the office. There is a "video station" but it's ugly and didn't fit so I didn't use it. I didn't feel like creating a filming set-up either ( Designer chair #1 (Grete Jalk Bow Chair)

The kitchen. They used the barstools from Harrie in the new sims house and that made me happy so I used them here too. Sexy under-cabinet lighting, a coffee bar, a spacious island, a view to the outside, and an indoor plant wall. I'm not showing the pantry because..boring, but it's there

The dining room... I realised trying to put the grand piano in the living room was way too ambitious and the dining room was looking a bit bare, so it ended up in the dining room.

The living room. Look, I built the house with a picture window in the living room to frame the Christmas tree from the outside so here's a shot with the tree and without the tree. It feels a bit bare to me but it was also the last room I decorated (Samsung framed TV) (Designer Chair #2 (Eames Loung chair))

Upstairs hallway/stair landing. Another picture window this time actually framing a view of the outside as opposed to the inside. A built-in succulent planter. Also leads to the only bathroom and the front balcony

The bathroom. This room was such a pain and I'm still not fully satisfied with it but alas (there was not enough wall space for all the towels). A large walk-in shower, a backlit mirror, closed storage under the sink, and a bathtub in front of a window overlooking the courtyard. (I chose the largest tub I could find even though it doesn't matter since all sims are the same height

Phil's bedroom. Went for more colour in here. The tiny twavellers tree bookcase has a lion plushy on one of the shelves :D Also I wanted just the slightest hints of post-modern design. Look, I know they said they're "carpet in the bedroom" kind of people, but I simply refuse, so I gave them fluffy rugs instead.

Phil's room has a balcony with a lounger and a small fountain which overlooks the green roof over the dining room.

Dan's bedroom. I regret not being able to fit walk-in closets but oh well. Instead of a balcony, this room has a fireplace (I figured it was best to not give Phil the room with the fireplace), there is a balcony right outside this bedroom tho, so that's basically Dan's balcony. Also the ZZ plant whoops. (Designer Chair #3 (Eames rocking chair))

#I am so happy with this build! I feel it's one of my best yet #This isn't really mean to be a replica of the phouse nor a speculation i just used them (mostly Dan) as my muse for a build #It's been a while since I've been able to complete a build so I'm really pleased #dan and phil #dnp #sims 4 #irving rambles #sims 4 build

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coleskingdom · 1 year ago

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Cover Me Up

Adam Page x female character

Sheriff Page has just returned from chasing the Strickland gang, and has sought the company of his favorite madam.

Genre Smut

I knew the sheriff would be headed into tonight. He was always in the saloon the first of the month, he wanted to make sure no one got to rowdy and none of the patrons of my fine establishment roughed up any of my girls. A little beer, a lot of whiskey, cards and fine female compaionship could all be found at the Dessert Rose.

I watched the door from the end of the bar, I knew Sheriff Page would be in any moment. Word around town was he had been out putting an end to the Strickland gang and it almost cost him his life. I looked out over the bar, I was proud, I built this life in this remote Texas town. I had long since stopped recieving customers but for the Sheriff I’d always make the exception.

I could feel him before i saw him, Sheriff Page had a presence about him. I smoothed my skirt and looked up to see his blue eyes on me. “Sherrif” I said kicking myself for the overly flirtatious tone. “Belle, how are you?” He asked exhaustion radiating off of him. “Worried about you Sherrif, but I’m fine” I answered softly. His blue eyes casted a shadow down to the floor “Belle, take me upstairs” he said.

I took his hand softly understanding what he needed immediately. I lead him upstairs to my private quarters, I settled him in a chair and brought him the whiskey I kept only for him. I went into the bathroom and drew his bath, I stripped down to my chemise as I exited, “ Adam, your bath is ready” he was lost in his thoughts as I took his boots off, i reached up from my position in front of him and undid his belt my fingers lingering on the raised name on it Hangman. “Adam, I need you to stand so that i can get you ready for your bath” He stood silently, an imposing figure at full height, I took off his leather jacket and his vest, un buttoning his shirt as my fingers played in the soft curls on his chest , he shrugged the shirt off his broad shoulders, and I lowered his jeans and underwear freeing him. He followed me wordlessly as he settled himself in the bath he hissed as the hot water both soothed and stung his body. His long arms draped the edges of the tub. I got the rag and the soap as I began to wash his back . “Do you want to talk about it ?” I asked the silence both comfortable and unnerving. “ Belle, I saw the devil, and he looked through me. The only difference between he and I was that I hid behind my badge to survive.”the words choked in his throat. I moved to his side contiuing to wash him clean, “Adam you did what you had to do whatever it was, your a good man and a good sheriff” he turned his head capturing my lips in a rough kiss. He tasted like whiskey, even in the roughness, there was a need and a gentleness. This was new, he knew our rules, we didnt kiss though I had imagined this moment a thousand time“ Adam, this isn’t what we do” I said weakly, as I pulled away. “ Darlin, it could be what we do, I could be good to you, I could be good for you”, I moaned as he kissed that spot on my neck below my ear. “When was the last time anyone made it good for you”. I hesistated how did I tell him that I saw only him both personallyand professionally. “Tell me” a little harsher “who was he?” “ It was you, youve been the only who ever has” he stopped and lifted my chin reading my face as I continued to babble, “You’re the only man that I see, professionally or personally. It stopped being fun, and I could only imagine it was you. Then that stopped working, then it had to be you.” He dropped my chin I had said to much, i knew he would think that i was silly and stupid its why I couldnt kiss him.

Adam stood in the bath, water running down his abdomen and thighs and reached for the towel. He wrapped the towel around his hips he stood in front of me, my eyes not able to meet his. “Darlin, give me your hand” he reached and took mine in his and pulled me to standing. I stood infront of him as I had many nights before but this time I felt small and vunerable. I had done this to myself.

Adam led me into the bedroom, he untied my chemise. “Darlin did you wear this only for me?” I nodded my head as the imported fabric fell from my body. “Did you wear this perfume for me?” I nodded as he enhaled the side of my neck drawing in a deep breathe. Remembering how he said roses reminded him of home. “Are these the hair pins that i brought you back from the territories?” As he removed them letting my hair fall to my shoulders. I nodded again my breath shaky under his focus. He turned me to face him. “ All of these things, but you still dont want me to kiss you” his thumb brushing over my lips. “ Adam, you don’t understand, if I kiss you, it becomes real. It’s the last part of me I can give.” He pulled me to him and kissed me, I relented in his arms, he had me. He had owned me for months. His mouth memorized and explored mine, as his hands ran down my body exploring my curves . He walked me back towards the bed “ Darlin, lie back for me, I want to look at every part of you until i can see you perfectly with my eyes closed” I laid back for him, knowing that something in our dynamic had changed. I was no longer in control. “ Adam” the voice that came out, barely sounded like mine. He sat on the edge of the bed running his hands between my breasts his thumb lightly touching my nipples my back arching like a cat begging for attention. “Belle, I’ve got you darlin, if you let me, i can make you feel so good” . I closed my eyes letting his wotds wash over me, “please Adam.” was all i could say.

“Darlin, when i part your pretty thighs, am i going to find you glistening and ready for me? Are you aching for me to kiss ,you here the same way i kissed your mouth” his hand cupping me between my thighs. Adam had never spoken like this to me before and my body was responding in unexpected ways. The heat that pooled between my legs as he knelt on the bed spreading my ankles apart making sure there was room for himself to be comfortabke. His hqnds played with tge soft insides of my thighs. “ Tell me how much you want me, Darlin” he said aa his hand stroked everywhere but where i needed him the most. I could play this game, “Adam its always been you that ive wanted. Its you. I’d wake up in the middle of the night my fingers deep within with your name on my lips” the groan that came from him and the way his hips dug into the mattress let me know he was as on edge as i was. His beard scraped the inside of my thighs as he followed through on his promise, his mouth kissing me as deeply in my core as he had my mouth earlier. He was in no hurry as he spread my thighs even wider and inserted two fingers , his eyes staring intently on mine, only a smirk crossed his face as i writhed beneath his touch. He dove back in licking and sucking my thighs trembled and whimpers fell from my lips. My hands in his dark blonde hair holding him where i needed him, he added the two fibgers back in making a come hither motion deep inside , his other hand pressing firmly on my abdomen as I reached closer to the climax he had promised. The coil that had beeh tightened snqpped and i came Adams name falling from my lips as my release took me suprise and soaked his mouth and beard. The smirk on his face, when he put each of his elbows by the side of my head and hovered over me. He kissed me, my taste still on his lips, I spread my self wider for him, as he positioned himself at my entrance. He slid into me in one fluid motion fully sheathed iin my body. He groaned as he felt my walls begin to flutter around him. His mouth continued to work mine as his body set the rhythm and pace that was meant to get us both there together. He sped up the only sounds that were in the room were the sounds of our body’s connecting and the groans from both of us. His brow furrowed as he drove deeper as my walls milked him pulling him in and holding him there. I felt my self shatter around him, my vision blurring at the edges as I felt him release inside of me.

Tears fell from my eyes, I couldn’t look at him, I felt to raw, this felt like too much. “Darlin, what’s wrong? Was I to rough with you? Belle, honey talk to me.” his voice ragged with worry. “ Adam, no , it just was different this time. I dont know how I’m supposed to let you walk out my bedroom door like everything is normal. I dont know how this is supposed to work or if you even want me beyond this” feeling silly and foolish as these words fell out. “ You know what I am, what I was” his mouth shut me up kissing me again his mouth swallowing all of the words. “Darlin, we can leave tomorrow leave everything behind, we can start a new life, or we can stay here, we will figure it out. “ I searched his face trying to understand how, this honorable good man, could want me. “ Belle, no matter what, I’m dark enough to see your light.” he said as he kissed my forehead as i fell asleep in a mans arms for the first time.

#hangman adam page #adam page #aew fanfiction #aew smut #adam page x reader

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whatdudtheysay · 2 years ago

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Maid cafe's ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ (PT. 5)

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

Toji fushiguro x F!Reader

(Black female reader)

Context - You're still feeling a bit embarrassed about what happened between you and Toji on the beach but your friends decide to drag you out to a local bar to help ease you.

CW - unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f.receiving.),

Part 4←→Part 6(coming soon)

Outfit inspo ❤︎ Lingerie inspo

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You weren't sure how you'd managed to let your friends convince you but here you were, all dressed up in a revealing light pink dress with a deep v cut, your back bare while your chest was covered with a gold necklace that hung teasingly between your breasts, a few inches added to your height from your heels.

you're lucky you took time taking nice pictures to add to your different social medias because not that would be impossible. You'd only had 2 beers and a few shots of vodka but now you were tipsy, stumbling when you walked from the bar to your table.

"Sheesh, y/n. We'll have to cut you off for the night if you fall again." Ada smirked, gulping down her alcoholic contents.

You immediately shook your head. They always babied you when you all went out because of your low alcohol tolerance. "'m fine!" You slurred, rubbing your eyes as you set your drink down.

"Mhm..." Diane sighed, her eyes traveling around the crowded area before they lit up. "Damn. Five o'clock!"

You and Ada looked to the left and saw a group of guys stood near the bar, some nudging each other when they saw you guys had noticed their lingering stares.

You hummed, sitting down before bringing your glass to your lips, eyes moving from them.

"cute but not totally my type."

"Uh-huh. They're not over 6ft and have deep green eyes and a weirdly seductive scar over their lip?" Diane teased.

You rolled your eyes, taking a long sip of your drink to hide your flushed face.

"Five o'clock is coming-" Ada quickly warned and before you had time to look over they'd reached your table.

"Hey there," one of them smiled, all of them grabbing chairs to pull up to your table.

"Hi.... You are?" Diane asked, acting as if she hadn't seen them all basically eye fucking you all just minutes ago.

"Daniel. These are my friends, Vincent and Ren....we saw you all drinking by yourselves a while ago. Decided to make some introductions."

You all nodded mindfully, meeting each others eyes a few times before they called for a waiter, Diane leaning over to you, whispering.

"I guess you're glad you wore the secret material now?"

You glared at her before looking down at your outfit, uncomfortably shuffling your thighs as the new company placed an order of drinks for you all.

You mentally slapped yourself for agreeing to this afterall.

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Toji walked out of his bathroom, ruffling a towel over his head before annoyingly looking at Geto and Gojo who were sat on his couch, eyes glued on either their phones or the TV.

"Why are you guys here again?" He asked, throwing the towel onto the bed before walking to his unorganized suitcases, digging through them to find some sweats to put on.

"Well, we're bored," Gojo put it simply, whistling as he looked through his phone. "Looks like the girls are having more fun than we are."

Toji raised a brow. "What're you talking bout?"

"On y/n and Diane's insta. They posted some selfies and videos an hour ago...." Gojo hummed, still looking through the pictures.

Toji walked over, snatching the phone from Gojo which resulted in him shooting a glare his way. Toji's eyes widened. You looked breathtaking as always and he was surprised he hadn't even asked for your social media.

Toji held his breath once he gave you a detailed look over. The tight dress hugging you amazingly, showing off your curves and hips, your face caked in light makeup as you smiled at the camera.

"Where the hell did they go?"

Gojo shrugged.

"Some popular bar down the road.." Gojo yawned, taking his phone from Toji. "You aren't thinking of ruining their fun are you?"

Toji shrugged before moving over to his suitcases, this time looking for jeans and a shirt, throwing the clothes over to his bed.

"Course I'm not tryna ruin their fun...but we can go out for a few drinks can't we?"

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"Come on, one more drink?" One of the guys teased, pushing a large glass into your hand.

You'd been here for about another thirty minutes and we're already contemplating pretending to be sick to try to wriggle your way out of here.

"Nono-" Diane lightly pushed the glass. "Y/n's had her fill for the night."

You gave her a relieved smile and she returned the gesture.

Vincent however wasn't happy about it but decided to leave you be.

"So you're a college girl?" He asked.

You just hummed, too bored with the conversation. You glanced over at Diane and Ada who were being entertained by the other two guys.

Vincent continued asking questions but your eyes were locked on the entrance of the bar, surprised when you saw a dark haired man with a white haired man by his side.

Gojo and Toji.

You were confused but quickly looked away when Vincent tried to look at who had caught your attention so easily.

"You know em?" He asked, voice closer then before which made you turn to him quickly, his face a good five inches from yours.

"No... Thought I saw a friend.." you lied, nails tapping against the hard wood table.

Vincent definitely wasn't convinced but you didn't care as much, instead excusing yourself so you could go to the bathroom.

Whilst walking by the bar, you looked around, trying to find toji or Gojo but your attempts were useless since they were nowhere to be seen.

You stepped into the bathroom, letting the cold water run over your hands as you took deep breaths.

You needed to get out of here. But you didn't want to leave your friends. Especially with those guys and with how drunk they're getting.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, biting your lip before turning off the tap, quickly drying your hands before walking out. Before you could get to the main area, a large hand slipped around your waist, dragging you towards a hard chest. Your first thought was to scream but you smelt a familiar husky cologne brush against your nose.

"Tojj?" You whispered, unsure on if the alcohol In your system was playing tricks on you or not.

"Yeah...'s just me sweetheart."

You sighed in relief, looking up to see his dark eyes boring into yours.

"How'd you find us here?"

He hummed, looking away for a while before returning to your eyes.

"Well. Your Instagram pictures were a big hint."

Your face warmed when you realised Gojo must've seen them first.

"Where's Gojo?"

"Dunno. Might've crashed your little party. You know those guys?"

You let out a huff of air, turning around in toji's arms, his eyes pervertedly moving to your chest.

"No. just some random guys who can't flirt for shit." You trailed off, avoiding toji's gaze.

"Not surprised..."

Toji's eyes tailed over you again, you looked even better in person.

"Wanna go back?"

You looked at him and then at the crowd of people down the hall.

"Yeah but I can't just leave Ada and Diane here with them."

" 's fine... Gojo"ll take care of them. They're probably on their way back already."

You were confused at what Toji meant, moving over to the main area to peek at where your table was, only to see three guys you were with sat alone, their faces annoyed and dejected.

"Where did they-"

"Told you...I got it under control. Now C'mon."

Toji dragged you through the back entrance, without giving you time to question anything. Once you were both outside, you took in breaths of fresh air whilst trying to keep up with toji's large steps.

"Toji wait-"

He stopped abruptly, making you bump into his back.

"Somethin' wrong?"

"My feet hurt-" you whined, looking up at him, your glossy lips lightly pouting.

He looked down at your feet before meeting your eyes.

"Take em off."

You quickly took off your shoes and Toji picked them up before bending down, his arms holding behind your legs before pulling you over his shoulder, making you huff out in surprise.

"this better?"

You shuffled a bit, your ass wiggling lightly against the side of toji's face, his hand twitching in response.

"Yeah..."

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Toji sighed, placing you onto your bed. He was surprised at how easily you got tired on the way back.

He planned on leaving you to sleep but your hand grabbed lightly at his shirt.

"Wait- you aren't gonna....help me out of this?"

Toji glanced back at you, your elbows propping you up whilst you lightly tilted your head. By now most of the alcohol had left your system, remnants being added to your confidence.

"The... Dress?"

You nodded, smiling at his reaction.

"It is tight afterall..."

Toji turned, your gaze on him never leaving as you sat up properly, waiting for Toji to make the first move. You held your breath once toji's hands moved your braids over your shoulder his hands moving behind you to slide your zipper down with ease, pulling the thin straps down your arms. Toji's eyes got stuck on your chest as he saw the white lace corset that hugged your figure seductively.

You bit the inside of your cheek as toji continued staring, laying back against the pillows.

"Gonna make me take the rest off by myself?" You questioned, catching his attention.

Toji's hands continued pulling your dress further, your hips raising to let him pull it further, revealing white lace underwear you'd worn. He let it fall down your legs, landing on the floor as Toji's eyes raked over your form.

Guess you could thank Diane for this idea.

"D'yu like it?" You asked, toji's eyes still fixed on your figure.

"More than like, sweetheart -" Toji commented, his hand moving down to your thighs, his hand lightly spreading your legs. "Want me to show you much I do?"

You nodded a bit too eagerly, a smirk on toji's lips. He spread your legs further, a thumb moving over your clothed sex, applying pressure to your clit that had you squirming.

"Toji- don't tease me,"

He hummed lightly, tugging the material to the side to see your pussy glistening with arousal, your hole clenching around nothing.

"Already so needy?" Toji observed, his thumb moving through your folds, gathering your arousal before bringing it to his lips, your whimper making his dick twitch with need. "So fuckin', sweet."

"Toji, please,"

He knew what you wanted but this wasn't enough.

"Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you.."

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, your eyes trailing away from him. Toji's hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look back at him.

"C'mon," toji urged.

"Want....your tongue... please,"

Toji smirked harder, releasing your face before positioning himself between your thighs.

"Since you asked so nicely.."

Toji laid on the bed, ripping the material of your panties. You barely had a chance to complain before his tongue was venturing through your wet folds, an almost pornagraphic moan leaving your lips whilst your back arched, your hands fisting the sheets. Toji's ego only grew at your lewd moans, savouring your delightful taste as your thighs clamped around his head, one of your hands moving to grab his hair.

"Toji, ah! Shitt, feels so good-" you whined, your hips lightly rocking against his face whilst Toji sucked against your clit, his eyes never leaving your face.

He swirled his tongue over your clit a few more times before moving lower, teasing your entrance pushing his tongue into you, his fingers moving to rub your aching bud. Your legs shook, broken moans filling your room whilst you focused on the hot pleasure building in your stomach.

"Toji, 'm so close," you groaned, head falling against the pillows whilst your hands gripped his hair tighter.

The pain from your hands was high but it only fuelled into his pleasure, his dick painfully hard and grinding against the sheets, his mouth continuing to please you as you continued letting out pretty moans that encouraged him to continue. Toji's tongue moved from your entrance, replacing them with his fingers, which slid into you with ease, curling up against your sweet spot.

Before you could register what had even happened, you felt your body tensing, a loud moan leaving your lips as your orgasm rushed over you, your hips rocking against his fingers, riding out your orgasm.

Toji's fingers left you after your hips stilled, his tongue gliding over your clit that made you whimper.

"Wait, ahh, toji wait.."

He paused his movements, looking up at your tired face.

"I want you... Please-"

Toji wanted to continue delving into his meal but decided to save it for another day, instead listening to what you wanted, moving away from your heat to pull down his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

Once he was out of his clothes, your eyes flickered down to his dick that stood alert, his tip leaking with need. Your confidence disappeared once you realised that THAT would be going inside you. He was fucking huge.

"Something wrong sweetheart?" Toji asked teasingly. He knew he was big and loved seeing reactions he was given when anyone was given the luxury of catching a glimpse of what he had hidden.

"You're... Big." Was all you could manage to say as you watched him spread his precum over his length.

Toji chuckled, lining himself up with your entrance, holding your hips once he noticed you trying to move away from his tip nudging against you.

"Don't worry, I'll go slow for ya-"

Toji suddenly pushed himself in, a loud groan being forced out of you.

Toji grunted, teeth sinking into his lip as he tried to wrap his head around how good you felt, your walls clamp around him needily.

"Fuck, that.... Wasn't slow- you dick-" you panted, your nails digging into toji's shoulders whilst he chuckled.

"Sorry, princess," toji sighed, trying to hold himself back, his orgasm threatening to roll over if he wasn't too careful. He continued to feed you, inch by inch, watching as you struggled to take him, your eyes watering whilst your mouth hung open. Toji's hips finally rolled against yours and you looked to see his length had finally disappeared into you.

"Shit. Took me so well." Toji praised. "Being such a good girl for me,"

Toji pulled out before slamming his hips back into you, his tip kissing your cervix. It didn't take long before Toji had you moaning dumbly on his dick, curses and incoherent moans leaving you as your eyes threatened to roll back, your back arching upwards whilst Toji leaned down to tug at your corset, your breasts spilling out, bouncing with each deep thrust he gave you.

"Pussy's so tight," toji groaned, his head tipping back lightly before he picked up his pace, his large hands pawing at your breasts. "Gonna suck me dry, hm?"

"Fuck, Toji- Your dicks so, ah- so good," you rambled, your hands raking down his arms. "Harder, please-"

Toji angled himself differently, his tip pressing snugly against your sweet spot. His thrusts abused that area, making your moans louder and probably known to anyone in close rooms. Toji's hand grabbed one of your legs, throwing it over his shoulder, your breath almost leaving your lungs as his thrusts almost made your eyes cross.

Toji smirked lightly, knowing you've definitely never had dick this good. He bottomed out, rolling his hips against yours before pulling out, making you whine.

"Shh, you're ok." Toji quieted you. "On your hands and knees."

You obeyed almost immediately, arching your back needily, your hands moving to spread your soaked folds.

"Please, give it to me-" you begged, sighing at the feel of toji's calloused hand slide over your ass, squeezing your flesh.

How could Toji resist? He lined himself up with you, bottoming out in one hard thrust, your body jolting forwards. Toji moaned, feeling your walls hungrily suck him in as he fed you thrust by thrust, the tight band in your stomach threatening to snap with each push of his hips, toji's gaze locked on the alluring recoil of your ass.

"Toji-" you moaned, barely able to get any words out but Toji knew all too well once he felt your clench tightly around him.

" 's fine, princess. C'mon, cum on my cock-"

You whimpered, pushing your hips back to meet his hips, chasing your orgasm with need. Luckily, it only took a few more thrusts before your orgasm washed over, a strangled groan leaving your throat. Toji grunted at the feeling of your needy pussy hugging him tightly. He wanted so badly to spill his cum deep inside of you. For you to milk him for all his worth. But he couldn't. Not yet.

Toji pulled out of your heat, rubbing over himself a few times before spilling copious amounts of his seed onto your lower back, panting heavily. Your body slumped forwards, laying flat on your stomach whilst trying to catch your own breath.

You used almost all the energy left to look back at him, your eyes heavily lidded.

"Fuck," toji groaned, looking at how he'd decorated your back with his seed.

You sat up after a while, looking over your shoulder to see Toji already staring at you.

"Should get you cleaned up, hm?"

You nodded. "You too.. You're all sweaty,"

Toji just hummed in agreement, leaning towards you to scoop you into his arms.

"Alright then, princess."

Toji carried you to the bathroom, running a bath for you both before helping you clean up, carefully massaging your hips whilst whispering how good you were for him, both of you dry each other off before you rested against each other tiredly. It didn't take long before Toji fell asleep, his arm resting heavily over you as he held you close against him. You were about to do the same before your phone buzzed on the bedside table.

You reached over for it, eyes squinting at the bright light before you clicked on the latest message that was in your friends gc.

"Geez, y/n, I know you were having a great time but keep your moans lower!"

You felt your cheeks heat up, remembering how Diane's room was across from yours.

Guess you were in for a lot of teasing tomorrow.

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the-demons-writings · 1 year ago

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I really liked your Empires S1 Scott x child reader. Are you thinking of doing a part 3?

Just for you Pt3

Empires S1 Scott x Dsmp Child dragon reader .

Sorry it's truly been so long! I hope you all also enjoy the new immage

[Pt1] || [Pt2] || [Pt3]

The next morning you're nothing but tired and moving slow. However you're warm and comfortable.

As you glance up at the windows and look through to see snow piled against them. Taking a slower look around the room you notice a chair and two pairs of clothes left for you along with a towel and small array of soaps and healthcare products .

With regret as the colder air hits you , you get up dragging the smaller comforter along. Slowly you walk up to the chair and take the outfits into your arms along with the care products and towel. Thinking about it you probably do need to be clean seeing as you didn't exactly clean yourself of the night or day before. Cautiously you peak your head outside of the room looking about only to be greeted by someone who isn't Scott.

Looking up at him he's tall, has plenty of fish features and almost reminds you of Sally had he not been a different fish. His clothes are nothing like Scott's, his are run down patchy and mud colored. At his hips draping down over his baggy pants are fishnets and on top of his head he's wearing something that kinda looks like a large fish, not to mention he's covered in slime.

You start to shrink away but you aren't sneaky or fast enough as he spots you and drops to your height with a smile. "Hey, Y/N right? Do you need any help?" He offers. He's surprisingly friendly compared to the tones you're used too outside of Scott this far.

However you nod though unsure if you're comfortable talking around him you simply offer you your soap in hopes he'll understand what you happen to be looking for.

He tilts his head in response wondering what you mean. "Is soap not good for you? Do you need a different bar? Hold on, I'll go ask Xornoth about dragon hygiene." He smiles , it's odd how excitable he is. Honestly it makes you nervous.

He leaves you in the hallway awkwardly clutching your things for a good few minutes before you hear him again, it's quieter and he's not directly talking to you either . Presumably he's talking to this Xornoth person he went to ask questions .

As he comes back it's with a person eerily similar to Scott if not for the violent shift in color palette. They hum offering their hand out. Instinctually you back up , frightened. The fishy boy whispers something to them that you don't quite catch. Immediately the Scott look alike drops to a knee with a sigh. They take the time to raise up a singular wing, built much like your own, only not as tattered. It's still ruined in its own ways though. The outfit he wears has cuts for both of their wings however where the other should be you can see scarring so you can presume there was another wing at some point.

There's a moment of silence between everyone before they speak. "Y/n, may I see the soap so I can assure it's good for you , Jimmy told me you seem to be having issues." Their tone isn't as friendly as Scotts however it's soft and has a light distortion to it .

You hesitantly offer out all your items including the soap and your Scott look alike, who you think is named Xornoth is quick to bring their palm to their face. "Jimmy, they're new here, they're probably looking for the bathroom so they can get clean.". They sigh heavily, glancing over at you and gesturing for you to follow them. "C'mon Y/n, I'll show you where the bathroom is"

Soon you're lead to the bathroom and left to do your business, it wasn't all that far from your room. You feel a little ashamed needing to ask for help but once you get there you wave to Xornoth honestly quite thankful that he was at least somewhat nice about it.

You took a nice warm shower and soon got dressed . As you excited the bathroom you decided you'd explore some. Immediately you were greeted with a large open area. Looking around you spotted Scott. Scott seemed to be talking to Jimmy. You made your way up silently standing there for a moment before Scott spoke.

"Hey Y/n how are you feeling? Are you ready to eat?" He asks, glancing at you smiling as he notices you're now clean and in a newer pair of .

You nodded slowly starting to follow behind, staying just at the end of his cape not wanting to be too far or too close. He lead you to the kitchen and gestures for you to sit , a smiles perched on his lips as he gestured to a plate.

Looking at it, it was clearly softer food. Though it also held more hard and filling food, thankfully before you started to eat, Scott did inform you that you didn't have to eat the whole thing , he just wanted to make sure you're okay and at least eating properly.

Soon Jimmy and Xornoth joined you both for breakfast. Xornoth poked and prodded at their food while Jimmy simply ate as much as he could. Scott was somewhere in the middle eating but not being picky about it whatsoever. As you ate you happened to get a cold chill, you quickly pulled to yourself a shaky breath.

Xornoth sighed, excused themselves and dropped their cape over you before leaving. Scott smirked at the action. It seems they can all agree that you're destined for something and that something certainly has to do with them.

"So, how long is the snow supposed to last?" You ask as you sip on some soup, the silence is somehow odd here , it's not like you hadn't experienced the silence much before when you lived with Dream but here it felt unnatural. You'd heard them all talk so much since meeting them.

Scott sighed as he went to speak but he was quickly interrupted by Jimmy "Well it'll definitely be a while, maybe a month or two, it is the begining of winter." He shrugs looking over at Scott as he sips his own cup of coffee.

You sigh looking down at your cup a little worried , what would you do in the meantime? You're already practically freezing with every step you take out of the room you've been allowed. "Is there anyway I could get something heavier to wear? I'm still freezing …"

Jimmy perked up nodding "I'll ask Xornoth what they use to isolate their clothes and I'll make you a couple new pairs!" He seemed very excited with the whole thought "though of course id only do this just for you , Scott's got thick skin from living out here all his life and Xornoth already has insulated clothes, so it really would be just for you!"

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aberrant-webnovel · 1 year ago

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Chapter 8 - Back to HQ

My alarm started blaring early in the morning. 7AM. I slapped the bar on top and silenced it before lumbering out of bed. I needed a few seconds more to clear the fog from sleeping.

After switching the snooze off from the alarm and disabling it, I set it back down.

"Time to get ready."

I spent a bit collecting an outfit together for the day. Green tank. Sand colored cargo pants. Combat boots.

"Maybe not."

I thought for a bit about it and changed out the shirt. I didn't want to wear exactly what I saw that woman from yesterday wearing. A black tank would be better.

After getting clean underwear and socks, I found a clean towel.

"Let's get ready then."

I left my room with my outfit and towel. I slept in sweats and no shirt so I just stayed like that.

There was a bathroom with a shower upstairs and downstairs, but I could hear the shower upstairs in use. Mom sometimes got up at this time, too. That might be her. I'll go use the downstairs shower.

I took the stairs down and meandered passed the dining room and kitchen to the bathroom.

I knocked just in case. No answer.

Safe to open, then. So I pushed open the door and entered.

My clothes were best left on a nearby shelf and I hung my towel on a hook next to the standing shower. It's a big glass box with opaque walls. Can't really see inside very well even if there isn't steam. Once the shower was hot, it was totally impossible to see into.

I stripped and left my pants on the shelf with my new outfit. I didn't have anything else on.

The door squeaked when I opened it. Wasn't too loud. Shouldn't bother Silva's sleep.

The tile flooring inside was cold. We can change that by running the hot water though. Better turn it on right away.

I turned the water on and waited outside the box for minute while it heated. Then once the steam was coming through, I entered.

I was still half asleep, but this should wake me up pretty quick.

Ten minutes later, I was out of the shower and toweling off.

Curious about my healing, I looked myself over in a mirror over the sink.

I lifted my arms and looked at my torso. There was no damage to be seen. No bruises. There was no pain either. But one major change did occur.

My muscles were insanely toned compared to the day before. My abs were cut into a clear six sections. My pecs had clear definition around them now. Both of these features were pretty lean just yesterday.

I looked my arm definition. My shoulders were wider, biceps and triceps clearly defined. My forearms weren't bulging, but had a significant amount improvement.

My thighs and calves showed very similar growth. Not too many changes in my face other than my skin growing a bit clearer. My hair didn't change, either. Still kinda short, but wavy and a bit of an orange-blonde.

Of everything I just observed, I felt only one major concern.

"I couldn't have grown any taller though?"

Despite everything, I really did wonder why I didn't grow any taller. I was the same height as always when I looked into this mirror. 5 feet 8 inches.

"I gotta show Silva. But first, pants."

I made sure I was totally dried off and then slipped on my undies and pants. The rest can wait. I'll just leave it here and get dressed later.

I shot out of the bathroom and through the house towards the stairs. Carefully, I ran up the stairs. Then I moved to the guest room and opened the door. I didn't bother knocking.

Silva was frozen in shock in the middle of the room. Looks like she just got up and was about to get ready. Luckily, she was in a very modest night gown.

"Sorry, shoulda knocked."

"I'm still asleep."

"Huh?"

Silva blinked a few times and just stared at me without moving or changing expression.

"A very muscly man who looks a lot like Ymir came into my room without knocking. I must still be dreaming. It's all too weird."

"If you're dreaming, then I'm dreaming too. But I'm pretty sure this is real."

"No way."

"Yes way."

A few more seconds of awkward staring.

"I'm awake and this is real?"

"Yes! Just stop looping!"

"Did the stim do this?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I'm going to see Dr. Eugene today."

"What the…?"

We stood in silence for a short bit until Silva got a hold of herself.

"If you're heading to HQ today, then I'll come with. Wait up for me?"

"Sure. I'll get breakfast ready."

"Get dressed first. The muscles are creeping me out."

"Fine."

I went back downstairs. Made way to the bathroom and collected my clothes. I changed into my outfit there, but left my sweats from last night on the shelf. I'll collect them for laundry at some point later. Gotta make breakfast first.

I get to the kitchen and check the fridge and cupboards. Not too many options. I have uncooked rice and a few fresh veggies. Six eggs. There's still some leftovers from last night, too.

Omelet with veggies. I'll steam the rice. What we don't eat, I'll just have extra to cook with later.

Gonna have to leave mom with just leftovers until I can bring back some groceries. I planned on picking up some yesterday after the testing, but things went a little bit crazier than I had anticipated. Either way, I'll do that after I see the doctor. I'll be sure to buy extra since Silva is going to be staying with us.

I get to cooking. I'm comfortable in the kitchen. Feels good to move around and make food.

While I'm cooking, every action feels just extra easy. The pans are lighter. I'm moving quicker. I feel more aware of everything I'm doing.

I spent about fifteen washing the rice until the water was perfectly clear. We had a rice cooker that I pulled out and got the rice in there with enough water. About right as I was turning it on, I saw my mom start walking toward me.

[Is there enough there for everyone to eat?]

"There is, yeah. Need to shop later though. Gotta stock up with Silva here for a few days.

[You look different. What is it?]

"Oh, well it's a few things."

I walked away from the kitchen. The stove wasn't on yet and the rice would take a bit. It was fine to ignore breakfast a few more minutes and just talk to mom.

I got near and flexed my arms to show the growth and grinned a big smile.

"Woke up with some changes. Abs and legs are all toned up, too."

[Creepy.]

Mom had kind of a weird look on her face. Disgust and confusion.

"Silva said that too. I doesn't look that bad, right?"

[You don't look bad? But it's a big change. Happened too fast.]

"I'm gonna see a doctor at HQ today. Might know something."

[Definitely find out.]

"Now go relax and wait for breakfast. I'll get Silva when I finish up."

[Yes, sir!]

Mom signed that with a goofy smile and gave me a sloppy salute. Then she went into the living room. I could hear our display turn on and a newscast start. Didn't know what was being said, but mom did like to stay on top of what was going on around us.

The rest of breakfast wasn't hard to get ready. I've made omelets plenty of times. So once those were finished, I paddled out some steamed white rice.

"Okay, mom! Food is ready! I'm going to go get Silva."

I walked to the stairs and passed mom on the way. She gave me a quick peck kiss on the side of the head before I went upstairs.

"Yo, Silva. Food is ready."

I knocked a few times on her door, but got no response. After a few seconds, I could hear the shower running. She did want to come with me today. Makes sense that she would want to shower.

I knocked on the bathroom door and cracked it just enough to yell inside.

"Food is ready! Finish up and come eat!"

"Huh? Oh sure. I was getting out in a minute. I'll be right there."

I could hear her squeak the handle and turn off the water. I closed the door before even hearing the shower door open, then went downstairs.

Mom had collected all our plates and set them on the dining table with utensils for us. I sat down at the table with mom to my right at the head seat. Silva had a spot set for her on my left.

Rather than starting to eat right away, my mom and I just started a casual conversation. Mostly just figuring out what today would include for us both.

A couple minutes later, Silva had made her way downstairs. She was fully dressed for the day, but still had some wet hair. Might have to let her blow dry it before we leave.

Silva had a very modest and cute style if I had to say so. Blue was her favorite color so she made it a big part of her look. Her shirt was a white button up with frilly blue trim on it. She wore a short tie that was also blue. Blue skirt that goes down to her knees. Thigh high white socks. Blue flats to walk in. Right now her long hair was tied back with a white ribbon.

The whole family was assembled now! Time to eat!

"Thank you for cooking, Ymir."

"Of course!"

Mom tapped me on the shoulder while I responded to Silva.

[As always, thank you. It looks good.]

I saw her sign that to me when I turned back to look at her.

"I'll cook something even better for dinner tonight. Silva can come shopping with me so I can bring home even more"

"Sounds fun. Haven't had to go shopping in a while. Mom usually does it."

We continued to enjoy our time together. Once everyone started eating, conversation slowed down quite a bit.

Hard to speak or sign while trying to eat. Thank you, everyone. For loving my food.

My mom waited for both Silva and I to finish and then collected the dishes. She usually washed the dishes after every meal.

[If you cook for me, I want to clean up for you.]

That's how she put it back when I started cooking. It just kinda stuck as our routine.

"I've got a couple things to pick up around here before I'm good to go. You gonna be ready to leave soon?"

"Yeah, just need to fully dry my hair. It doesn't look great when it's wet."

"I'm going to collect sheets and stuff for the wash. You mind if I grab the sheet from your room?"

"Go for it. I'll be upstairs in the bathroom."

We parted ways at the table. Silva went upstairs right away. I stopped by the bathroom downstairs and collected my pants. After that, I went upstairs to get the sheets from my bed and Silva's. It was easy to collect mine, but Silva somehow gets everything tangled in a huge mess so I had to fight it a bit.

Laundry obtained! The washing units were in the upstairs bathroom so I just left a basket over by the door. A hair dryer could be heard inside so I thought it'd be best to just let her finish up being going in there.

I just went back to my room. A few of the notes on my desk were placed haphazardly. Might as well tidy up until I can do laundry. I just picked up and organized for a few minutes.

Two knocks.

"Come in."

Silva opened the door. He hair was perfectly fluffy and dry now.

"I saw the laundry outside the door so I started it for you. I'm ready to go now if you are."

"If you already started the laundry, then I'm fine to leave. Let's get going.

Silva and I hurried downstairs. Mom was in the living room watching newscasts. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her in a hug. I kissed the side of her head and then let go.

"I love you, mom. I won't let them keep me too late today."

[Wait up, Ymir. I have something for you.]

"Hm?"

Mom got up from the couch and grabbed a small wooden case that was in front of her on the coffee table. She handed that to me.

[Open it.]

I saw her sign that and opened it right away. Inside are metal tags on a steel chain. I picked them up and read them aloud.

"Captain Magni Sorenson. B-Rank. Runner Corps."

Second tag.

"Fighting for my wife Delilah and my son Ymir."

The tears were about to break the dam! Close the flow! Stop it! Now!

"Mom, these are dad's tags."

I looked up at my mother. She was sobbing and smiling at me. Her hands were a bit shaky, but she still got the words out.

[Please carry your father's love with you. Let him protect you.]

At this point, the tears didn't stop. I hugged my mom again. Much tighter. I kissed her cheek. After pulling away, I took the tags out of the box, closed it, and put the box on the table. The chain was easy to unlink and then clasp back together around my neck.

The steel hung down and I could feel the chill against my skin. The tags were just over my tank top, but the chain was cold.

"Dad's coming with me everywhere from now on, Mom."

[I'm glad.]

"It's time for us to get going."

[Yeah.]

I hugged her again and started to head towards the door.

[Take care! I love you both!]

Silva saw that sign and called out to her.

"Thank you for letting me stay here again, Auntie Del. I love you, too!"

Everyone shared smiles and waves before it was time to head back to HQ. Silva and I departed from my home and were on our way.

The walk to the tram station wasn't too far. We did, however, make sure to bring the wheelchair along. I just pushed it in front of me as I walked with Silva at my side.

Once on the tram, we walked back towards the same spot were rode yesterday. However, our unfriendly acquaintance had already seemed to board the tram and was on the same space she was last time. With the time of day, though, this tram was full of people. I just hope she doesn't recognize me and start something here.

The ride wasn't the most comfy because of the lack of free space. Nobody was allowed to stand while the tram was moving, so we squeezed together on the seats when it got busy.

Silva leaned in and pretty much just laid on my shoulder for the ride. Better than letting her get squished between me and some other stranger.

The tram reached its destination after not too long and we would depart from there. HQ wasn't far.

We hurried along so as to avoid the lime-haired woman from yesterday.

After about five minutes, I turned around to just check behind us while we walked. She was there.

Just walking behind us and matching our pace. When our eyes met, she kept walking towards us.

"Silva, take the chair and head back to the HQ, alright?"

"Don't do anything stupid, okay? No fighting."

Silva grabbed the chair and kept going.

"Tell Dr. Eugene that I'm on my way."

"Kay."

Silva left.

The lime-haired woman stood to face me now. She was tall. I didn't take too much notice before. She stands at over 6 feet tall. 6 feet 3 inches maybe? I had to look up at her. But I got a real good look at her face this time. She had light skin, but it was still a bit tanned like most who live anywhere in the Desert Sector. The same color of lime was in her eyeshadow, but her lips were a pastel lilac. She had plenty of jet black piercings in her ears, brows, bottom lip, and nose.

She also had the exact same outfit as I had on. Black tank, desert camo cargo pants, combat boots. I hate having the same clothing sense as such a mean person.

"You get juiced up or something overnight?"

"Trying to figure that out."

"It's creepy."

"That what I've been told."

"You're not fooling anyone with the muscles. It's obvious you aren't augmented."

"No tricks. But I am still a C-Ranker."

"Fuck off with that."

"I won't."

"Then just fuck off."

"Then I'll just see you at HQ sometime. What's your name anyway?"

"I don't tell that to civvies."

"Whatever. See you around."

I turned away from her. She wasn't cooperative at all. Why the fuck did she have such a problem with me? I know it's not the most believable event, but the hostility is just too much.

I didn't hear a response. I didn't even bother turning around. I wonder if she was going to follow me while I caught up with Silva.

Five minutes of walking brought me to the front of HQ. I found Silva waiting there for me. I guess she didn't want to go in without me.

"Yo!"

I called out to my cousin and approached her.

"You didn't go in?"

"You don't have an access card yet. I don't have my own either. Just have one that dad slipped to me to use if I need it. Figured you'd be stuck out here if we don't go together."

"Oh shit! You're right! We should stop by an admin desk to get our cards today. Yesterday was too hectic and I forgot."

"Then let's get going. We can stop by the front desk on the way to the Medic corps offices."

And so that's what we did. Silva got us inside and then we moved into the lobby area. There was a lot going on in here so nobody took notice of us right away. Almost everyone was dressed in uniform, however, and we were in civilian clothes. Even if we weren't being gawked at, I feel like we were still noticeable.

We just made it over to the front desk and explained we forgot to get keycards yesterday after testing. Silva made something up about Dr. Eugene letting us inside so we could get our cards before our meeting with him. The clerk fell for it, it seemed.

Even if she caught the fib, she located our information in the system and started to process new keycards for us. After reviewing the information, she gave me a concerned look before handing over my card.

"Don't lose your card again. It looks bad for C-Rankers to be forgetful."

"It's my first card actually. I'm starting soon."

"What!?"

She started to go through my file with a shocked face.

"What's the Chief thinking…? I guess, welcome to the Vault Breakers. Both of you. Ymir Sorenson and Silva Dirge."

With our names being said aloud, a few glances came our direction and locked onto us.

The clerk girl seemed really thrown off by everything. Maybe I'm just not taking my rank as seriously as I should be.

"Thanks. I'll see you around. What's your name?"

"Huh? Me? Umm… Camille."

"Then til next time, Camille."

Silva and I left the desk and the stares slowly broke off from us. Silva checked behind us as we left.

"She's blushing."

"Hah! No she isn't."

"Beet red."

"Nope."

I didn't have any appeal to anyone before. No way that I had an effect on someone so suddenly.

Silva and I just made our way at a steady pace over to Eugene's office. I knocked on the door and waited for an answer.

"Come in."

Good. He's in the office.

We entered together. Silva moved the wheelchair off to the side of the room and stood next to me.

"We came back just like you asked, doc."

"And with some serious changes, I see. This is… creepy."

"Would everyone stop calling me creepy?"

"It's creepy though. Especially since I saw you yesterday."

"Fine."

Eugene stood up and just walked around me in a circle. Silva moved out of the way stood off to the side by the wheelchair we brought back.

"Are you okay with receiving a basic physical? I might need to take a blood sample too.

"I'm willing to do what's needed to get to the bottom of this."

"I won't get results right away. It's just a place to start. I'll coordinate further testing with you. Probably going to need to get R&D involved once I have enough data to share with them."

"Like I said. I just want to figure things out."

"Sure, sure. Silva, I'm gonna ask you to leave the office for the examinations. I think I saw Varun in the labs. He's up and active. You have plenty of clearance to pay him a visit."

Eugene said that and I could see Silva smiling in response. I knew she missed her dad.

"Yeah, I'll go see him. Come find me later. Okay, Ymir?"

"Sure. Tell Uncle Varun hello for me."

With that, she left the room and I began the exams with Dr. Eugene.

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ankurwaresodisha · 1 month ago

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From Kitchen to BathRoom: Creative Uses for Stools

Stools are versatile, compact pieces of furniture that can be used in a variety of ways across different rooms in the house. Whether in the kitchen, bathroom, or any other space, stools can serve both functional and decorative purposes. Their adaptability makes them a must-have for any home. Let’s explore some creative ways to use stools, from the kitchen to the bathroom, and beyond.

1. Extra Seating in the Kitchen

Stools are perfect for kitchens, especially when you need additional seating for family and guests. Bar stools work wonderfully at a kitchen island or countertop, creating a casual dining space for breakfast or quick meals. Stackable stools are also a great option for smaller kitchens, allowing you to store them away when not in use.

2. Reach High Cabinets and Shelves

In the kitchen, stools can be used as a step stool to help you reach high cabinets and shelves without the need for bulky ladders. A sturdy stool gives you the extra height you need to grab ingredients or dishes from upper cabinets. Keep one nearby for easy access when you need that extra boost.

3. Stylish Storage Solutions

Stools can double as storage in creative ways. In the bathroom, a stool with a flat surface can serve as a platform to hold toiletries, towels, or even decorative items like candles and plants. You can also use them in the kitchen to store cookbooks, utensils, or a basket of fresh fruits.

4. A Relaxing Footrest

Whether in the bathroom or living room, stools make excellent footrests. After a long day, placing your feet on a comfortable stool while sitting back in a chair can help you unwind and relax. In the bathroom, a small stool can be placed near the bathtub, allowing you to rest your feet as you enjoy a soak.

5. Bath Time Aid for Kids

For families with young children, stools are a helpful tool during bath time. A small, non-slip stool placed next to the bathtub can make it easier for kids to step in and out safely. It can also be used for sitting while supervising your child’s bath, offering a comfortable alternative to kneeling on the floor.

6. Laundry Room Helper

In the laundry room, a stool can serve multiple purposes. Use it as a surface for folding clothes or as a step stool to reach high shelves for laundry supplies. A durable stool can also hold baskets of clothes, allowing you to organize your laundry space efficiently.

7. Plant Stand in Any Room

If you’re looking to add greenery to your home, stools make excellent plant stands. In the bathroom, kitchen, or living room, place a stool by the window and display potted plants. This adds a natural, decorative touch while utilizing vertical space creatively.

8. Vanity Stool for the Bathroom

A stool can be a stylish and practical addition to your bathroom vanity area. Use it as seating while you do your makeup or skincare routine. A stool with a sleek design can enhance the aesthetic of your bathroom while providing the perfect perch for your self-care activities.

9. Creative Nightstand Alternative

If you’re seeking a minimalist look for your bedroom, a stool can double as a nightstand. Its small size is perfect for holding essentials like a lamp, books, or a glass of water. This creative use of a stool adds a modern touch to your bedroom, especially in smaller spaces.

10. Kids' Art Station

Stools are ideal for kids’ rooms or play areas. Use a stool as part of an art station, providing a surface for coloring or crafting. Its lightweight design allows children to move it around easily. Paired with a small table, a stool creates the perfect setup for imaginative play.

Conclusion

From the kitchen to the bathroom, stools are versatile and stylish pieces that can serve a wide range of functions. Whether you’re using them for extra seating, as a step stool, or for creative storage, stools are a practical addition to any room in your home. Their compact design makes them easy to move, store, and adapt to your needs, making them a must-have in modern households.

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Rising from the Arabian Gulf on an island 280 meters from the shores of the renowned Jumeirah beach and the enchanting city of Dubai, stands the iconic Burj Al Arab, a masterpiece of contemporary architecture and the world’s most luxurious hotel. Designed to resemble the graceful sails of an Arabian dhow, Burj Al Arab soars to a height of 321 meters making it the tallest dedicated all-suite hotel in the world. The hotel is connected to the mainland by a gently curving causeway. The Burj Arab Hotel is one of only a handful of 7 star hotels in the world. For a hotel to be rated 7 stars it has to have extraordinary service and amenities that aren’t seen in most properties. If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to stay at The Burj Arab Hotel, here’s what guests can experience. Accommodations Picture this, you enter into a huge atrium that makes you feel like you’ve stepped into a palace. It’s lush and warm and has a huge atrium that has 22-karat gold embellishments. You don’t need to be checked in as you do with most hotels. You are personally greeted with coffee, dates and cool towels. A personal escort ushers you into your suite for private check in. There is also a private reception desk on every floor. Every suite is two stories and has a marble staircase. Once inside you are greeted by a personal butler who will show you around your room and tend to any needs that you have. Your room will range anywhere from 558 to 2,559 square feet and has a king size bed, living room, bathroom and dressing room. A private bar is stocked for you to get a drink from since you are probably parched from all of your travels. While you are enjoying your drink your butler will draw you a bath and you can relax in it while sipping on a glass of champagne and eating either strawberries or caviar. Once you’re finished you can slip into your plush robe and catch a glimpse of Dubai out of one of the many floor to ceiling windows in your suite. In the evening, guests not only receive chocolate and rose petals, but also a choice of La Ric Lip Balm, La Ric Hand Peeling, La Prairie Eye Cream and Hermes perfumes. Guests not only receive special turn down amenities, but also canapes, specially prepared by the chef. Amenities Once you leave your room many things await you. There’s 8 different restaurants to choose from. Each restaurant combines a unique combination of flavors in an elegant environment. You can choose from European, East Asian or Arabic inspired dished. After you’ve satisfied your appetite you get to partake in the outdoor activities. You have access to the hotel’s private beach which is has lounge chairs and umbrellas waiting for you. Once you are done you can get a little pampering done at the Talise Spa. You’ll get to choose from a hot stone massage, body wrap or facial. To wind down the day you head to The Sky View Bar, located at the top of Burj Al Arab. It is perched 650 feet above sea level. It’s a great place to go to sit back, enjoy a cocktail and get a great view of the area. If you’d like, you can take advantage of a personal shopper. Dubai’s legendary status as a shopping destination has inspired the Ultimate Leisure Personal Shopping experience. A chauffeur-driven Rolls Royce will transport guests to the finest malls and a female personal shopper will be on hand to guide guests through the retail destinations. English, Arabic and Russian-speaking personal shoppers will advise on trends and special offers at designer boutiques. For The Kids The kids also are able to enjoy the Burj Al Arab Hotel with amenities that are tailored just for them. They receive 24-carat gold iPads to watch shows or play their favorite games on. Once they join you outside to play at the beach they will be able to keep cool by indulging in free ice pops. When they go back to their room they can enjoy the in suite entertainment that is provided or grab a delicious treat from the sweet train that stops by for a daily visit. The Burj Al Arab hotel is just one of the many amazing things available in Dubai.

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aparnaenterpriseslimited · 3 months ago

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Smart Ways for Designing Bathrooms for Elderly and Safety Tips

When deciding on the layout of your home, you have to ensure that it provides comfort to all family members, especially the elderly. Safety and function must harmoniously complement each other, especially in a bathroom. It is essential to design a bathroom that caters to the demands of the elders and improves their overall experience.

With several subtle accents, it is possible to achieve the necessary aesthetic and, at the same time, ideally equip the bathroom. However, transforming bathroom facilities to meet the needs of the elderly requires tremendous attention to detail.

Slip-resistant flooring

Slips and falls present an issue in bathing a8reas because they are designed in a way that retains moisture. Adhering to slip-resistant flooring is vital and an essential step to reduce the risk of falling and ensure the safety of family members. Installing textured tiles specifically made for bathrooms and using materials like rubber and vinyl can help in providing a grip that can help the elders.

Install handrails and grab bars

The handrails and grab bars are crucial for your bathroom to become safer and more accessible because they are specially designed to offer you stability where it is most needed. The locations of these fixtures should be considered, and they should be installed at a particular height and angle to minimise chances of falls and provide extra assurance. One can install these handrails and grab bars next to the bathtub, shower, and toilet for maximum comfort.

Adequate lighting

Proper lighting is necessary in any home lavatory, but a well-lit bathroom plays a crucial role for people with older members at home. Proper lighting eliminates shadows or makes it easy to see dark areas, assisting in viewing obstacles. Comprehensive lighting is achieved by layered lighting that includes ambient, task and accent lighting. Other features such as motion-sensing and night lights can also improve the area’s convenience and clarity, enabling the user during night-time visits, boosting both security and reassurance.

Consider a comfort-height toilet

Conventional toilets are not very comfortable for the elderly as they come in lower heights than the recommended ones. An ideal height for the commode to be fixed comfortably is between 17 and 19 inches, which can help ease strain on the knee and back. Replacing toilet seats with armrests gives additional support and features that are elderly-friendly and ensures the safety and comfort aspects of our bathroom.

Incorporate easy-of-use fixtures

Convenience or simplicity is especially desirable from a safety standpoint in products used by elderly people. Turning-style faucets and door handles are a lot easier to turn than knobs which is a great advantage for people with arthritis or bone problems. Moreover, the use of anti-scald devices, especially on showers and faucets, should be made to prevent burn incidents and make the home safe for the beloved family members.

Utilise accessible storage solutions

Often, when we arrange bathroom layouts, the organisation of storage space is disregarded, but it is essential, especially when designing a bathroom for the elderly’s comfort. There should be adequate space for storing things so that they do not have to bend or stretch to reach for something that they need. Solutions such as built-in shelves, hi-rising cupboards, and sliding tables make the stored items easily accessible, including toiletries and towels, without compromising on safety.

Maintaining consistent design aesthetic

In addition to being safe and functional, a bathroom should be warm and inviting. Through the choice of the materials used in design, colour, and texture of elements incorporated, it is possible to establish a coherent design that will transform a bathroom unit from a conservative institutional form of a room to a welcoming part of a home. This balance stresses safety while maintaining aesthetics and does not allow degradation of the facilities’ worth or disrespect to those who have to be in the restricted areas.

With these elements integrated, and further additions taken into mind, it is possible to design a space that will fulfil the elderly’s wants and needs from a functional perspective while, at the same time, positively impacting their overall quality of life and subjective well-being.

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