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[stihl-india]

Enhance Your Landscaping with the Right Equipment Like Hedge Trimmers

Landscaping requires precision, efficiency and the right tools to keep outdoor spaces looking pristine. Whether you’re a homeowner or a professional landscaper, investing in high-quality equipment like a cordless handheld hedge trimmer, brush cutter machine and grass-cutting machine can make a significant difference in your results. These tools are designed to simplify trimming, cutting and maintenance tasks, saving time while ensuring clean and accurate finishes.

Benefits of a Cordless Handheld Hedge Trimmer

A cordless handheld hedge trimmer is a powerful, convenient tool for shaping and trimming hedges without the hassle of cords. Traditional hedge trimmers rely on cords, which can be restrictive and even hazardous in certain areas. In contrast, cordless models are powered by rechargeable batteries, allowing complete freedom of movement and flexibility in reaching even the most awkward angles.

In addition to flexibility, cordless hedge trimmers are generally lightweight and easy to manoeuvre, making them ideal for trimming a variety of hedge types and sizes. The ergonomic design of these tools reduces strain on the user’s arms and shoulders, making them easier to handle during extended work sessions. Leading brands, like STIHL, offer advanced cordless trimmers that combine power and durability, ensuring excellent performance and long-lasting use.

Why a Brush Cutter Machine is Essential

For tougher, overgrown areas, a machine for brush cutting is essential. This heavy-duty tool is designed to tackle dense brush, tall grass and even small trees, providing versatility and strength that a standard grass trimmer cannot match. Brush cutters come with interchangeable blades and can be customized for different vegetation types, making them a valuable addition to any landscaper's toolkit.

Using a brush cutter not only saves time but also provides a cleaner, more professional finish. With powerful motors and durable blades, these machines are equipped to cut through thicker plants that would otherwise require manual clearing. STIHL, for example, offers reliable brush cutter equipment with high torque motors and ergonomic designs, ensuring both comfort and efficiency during use. Quality brush cutter equipment is an investment that pays off for anyone regularly maintaining larger properties or tackling tough undergrowth.

The Convenience of a Grass Cutting Machine

Keeping lawns well-manicured is essential for maintaining the appearance of any property and a grass-cutting machine is the perfect tool for the job. Unlike basic lawnmowers, a grass-cutting machine often comes with additional features that enhance precision and efficiency. These machines are especially useful for tackling areas with dense or uneven grass, providing a more even cut and making it easier to achieve the desired lawn height.

Grass-cutting machines vary in size and capabilities, from compact models for small lawns to heavy-duty versions designed for extensive landscapes. Some machines even offer adjustable cutting heights, mulching options and easy mobility. Leading brands like STIHL offer a variety of grass-cutting machines that are designed to cater to different lawn sizes and grass types, ensuring high performance and durability.

Choosing the Right Brand for Your Equipment

When investing in landscaping equipment, quality matters. STIHL is a globally recognized brand known for its innovative, durable and high-performing outdoor tools, including hedge trimmers, brush cutters and grass-cutting machines. With a commitment to engineering excellence, STIHL’s products are trusted by professionals and homeowners alike. Their cordless hedge trimmer, brush cutter machine and grass-cutting machine options deliver impressive power and ergonomic designs and are built to withstand regular use.

In conclusion, the right equipment can transform the efficiency and quality of landscaping tasks. Whether you need the precision of a hedge trimmer, the power of a brush-cutting machine, or the convenience of a grass-cutting machine, investing in reliable, high-quality tools from brands like STIHL will ensure lasting value and superior results. With the right tools, maintaining a beautiful, well-manicured landscape becomes not only achievable but enjoyable.

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What is the main difference between electric grass trimmer and electric brush cutter?

Both electric grass trimmers and electric brush cutters are power tools used for trimming and mowing grass, and the main differences between them are the following:

1. Blade type and size: Electric grass trimmers typically use fine nylon string or blades to mow and trim lawn edges, while electric brush cutters use larger metal blades to cut longer and coarser grass or shrubs.

2. Power and Size: Electric brush cutters are generally larger, heavier, and pack more horsepower and cutting power than electric grass trimmers. That's because the electric crush utter needs to handle larger, thicker plants, while the electric grass trimmer is better suited for lightweight lawn maintenance and detailed lawn edge trimming.

3. Usage scenarios: Electric brush cutter is more suitable for use in wild and wild places, such as forest trails, road edges, river banks, etc., while electric grass trimmer is more suitable for daily maintenance in home lawns, gardens, and courtyards.

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[dmitriene]

helping simon riley to trim his hair, he had only recently returned home from the deployment, sagging body posture and limp muscles, even the bag with his belongings in his hands looked for the first time as if it was hard for him to hold it.

sunken eyes, the familiar molten gold of them is no longer as sparkling as it was, and there's no crinkling of smile in them, only exhaustion that beared in the dark circles on the pale skin, violet pinkish spots of colors a stark contrast to how simon usually looks.

you manage to settle him in the bathtub, through the shuffling of his tired feet on the floor and layers of grimy gear, scattered haphazardly on the tiled floor as you help him carefully into the warm, steaming water.

and simon goes lax immediately, back slumping against the ceramic whiteness of the tub, exhaling roughly through his chapped, thin line of lips as his eyes flutter shut, blonde eyelashes quivering lightly when he feels your soft palms settling against his nape.

weaving your fingers in the outgrown strands of greasy locks, tracing the way simon's muscles go further slack, head lolling forward, a muted plea to more of your touch, shuddering when you comply and move your hand up to burrow in the roots of his hair, squeezing.

let's you grab his hair trimmer, turning it on with a quiet buzz, pressing the short blade against the nape of his neck, watching the way little goosebumps erupt on simon's skin, making him shudder yet again, body reacting instinctively to the light tingling and the gentleness with which you brush his strands.

simon breathes softly, pieces of hair falling on the expanse of his bent back and rolling down his spine, his eyes fluttering open once the buzz ends, no longer echoing in his ears, the hair at his temples and neck is now comfortably short, as you press a small kiss to now revealed skin.

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[syoddeye]

kinktober - day 11 - shaving

price x f!reader | 985 words cw: established relationship, sensual shaving?, fluff, off-the-page action a/n: something on the lighter side. summary: john volunteers to trim you up. banner by @/cafekitsune | kinktober list

“Steady.” 

Steam envelops the two of you, the shower’s glass door fogged over as he kneels beneath the drizzle, the light catching his muscular form just so.

His hand wraps around your ankle and lifts, guiding your foot onto his bent knee. You press your back to the cool tile, hands twitching at your sides. You’re vulnerable, spread open, and at the mercy of a man with scissors and a razor. He can do whatever he wants with you like this.

It’s a good thing he’s your husband.

John is not unaccustomed to handling delicate situations. People. And he certainly knows how to handle you. So when you complained about needing to bushwhack, you weren’t surprised he volunteered to help. He’s a caretaker at heart, always happy to help you. A gentleman.

“Oh, she’s being shy.” He coos directly to your pussy.

Until he’s not.

“John.”

“Sorry, darl.” He chuckles, then kisses between your thigh and lips, whiskers tickling a soft laugh out of you. “Shut off the water?”

You nod, comply with his instruction, and then adjust the water to flow to the extendable head when it’s time to rinse.

The chill sets in quickly. Goose pimples rise along your limbs. John seems unperturbed as he takes up the trimmers, rubbing his free hand over your extended thigh. He settles it there to brace, moving forward only at your nod. He squints, using the same focus you’ve seen him apply to projects around the house and serious conversations.

This is your husband. You are both naked. He is eye-level with your cunt. It’s not…weird to be turned on by this.

Is it?

Heat blooms in your tummy as the quiet snips of the scissors fill the shower, broken occasionally by the dripping of the shower head.

“Christ, like hair confetti.” You murmur, peering down, catching a glimpse of the bits of hair piling in the bottom of the tub.

“Are we celebratin’ after this?”

Cheeky. “Depends on how you do.”

You watch his bearded cheek rise with a grin, but his focus doesn’t break. God. What happened to that chill?

John finishes, taking a minute to sweep up and dispose of your hair cuttings with a wipe left outside the shower. When he picks up the shaving cream, he looks up.

Fuck. His gaze is liquid heat. You don’t need to look to know he’s at least half-hard.

“Shall I go on?”

“You wouldn’t leave a job half-finished, would you?”

The flush in his chest spreads before your very eyes. His voice is a pitch lower when he speaks. “No, I wouldn’t.”

He warms the shaving foam in his fingers, lathering the fancy, fragrance-free stuff you spent too much on. It’s a triumph when you don’t flinch at the brush of his fingers, and another when you don’t let out a single sound as he spreads it over your trimmed hair. You watch, rapt, and see that he seems to relish applying it. He hums, swirling it with a funny little flair, then wipes the excess on your thigh.

He plucks the razor from the tub’s ledge, glancing at you again before he waves it.

“Go on. I trust you, John.”

A lazy, pleased grin stretches across his face at your words. Feels as though you might as well have made him some filthy promise, because as his head tilts back down, you catch a glimpse of his cock at full-mast. It twitches as he raises the blade to the foam, and you don’t get a chance to comment on it before he takes the first swipe.

A puff of hot hair against the lower part of your belly gives you a shiver. It’s a fight to keep your legs still.

“But–But remember, I don’t want to be bald.”

“Makes two of us.”

He doesn’t even look up as he continues, steadily removing the foam and your hair one solid, confident stroke at a time. He flicks shorn hair and cream onto the tub floor every so often. His free hand glides and moves as necessary to draw your skin tight to ensure smooth cuts. Everything from the sound of the blade passing over your skin to the wet plop of the discarded foam to his tongue poking out of his mouth does something for you. It’s embarrassing and a smidge confusing but undeniable. With every scrape, you prepare for the eventuality that your husband will notice.

John gives you a neat, natural shape. It’s leagues more meticulous than the chop jobs you usually do—rushed, haphazard, and leaves your pubes poky. Not sexy at all.

“Hold on, nearly there.” He rumbles, pulling your skin taut. 

He tends the edges and sets the razor back on the rim of the tub. His throat bobs as he swallows thickly, assessing his work, then meets your eye. 

“To your liking?”

You don’t even look at the tidied thatch of hair, too caught up in the black holes of your husband’s pupils. He chooses the moment you give your approval to ‘accidentally’ swipe over your swelling clit, smirking at your gasp. When you hold your tongue, he repeats the gesture, letting the pad of his thumb slowly oscillate. 

“Yeah, to your liking,” Smug. “Should celebrate a job well done.” Very smug.

He reaches behind you, stretching a little to snag the detachable arm from its mount. He settles back down, one hand closing over your foot on his leg to keep it in place. He looks from the wheel of settings to your cunt, and finally up at you.

“Turn the water on.”

“John–”

“Darling.”

Later, moisturized and wobbly-kneed, your husband shimmies a towel down your back. You sigh deeply and sag forward, resting your weight on your hands at the counter’s edge. 

“Your turn next time.”

“I don’t need help with the beard.” 

John chuckles. You watch him in the mirror’s reflection.

“Did I mention your beard, John?”

[silky-wind]

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don't mind me... just thinking about the dateables slowly dropping the rest of their roster for you as they fall head over heels...

diavolo // barbatos (you are here) // simeon // solomon -- x gn!reader, NSFW below the cut

barbatos, who will always be there for lord diavolo. when the idea of an exchange program first popped in the prince's head, barbatos was the backboard in which diavolo bounced his ideas off of. humans and angels in the devildom? how would we keep them safe? what would their curriculum look like? the program slowly molds into shape with each of these conversations. he watches as the idea grows to a proposal, then a plan, and finally, a real project to work towards. the prince is always chipper when discussing the program. a few nobles doubt that the plan will come to fruition, but barbatos has long since learned that doubting the prince will only motivate him more. when the day of the exchange program begins, barbatos watches with a small, almost entirely smile as the future king of the devildom welcomes the new students to his academy.

barbatos, who lives to please. it's his purpose, his sole duty in the devildom day in and day out. when lord diavolo orders him to make sure you feel welcome, he does the job with flourish. your favorite desserts are always at tea when you visit. he's sure to answer any questions or concerns you have promptly as you tour the castle. he even loosens the leash on the young master just a little as the two of you grow closer, giving him some grace to spend time with you over staying cooped up in his office-- so long as you continue to enjoy yourself. maybe somewhere along the way affection blurs into duty, obligation fading into genuine interest. he's there to lend a listening ear, to be a shoulder to cry on or a hand to hold should you so desire. barbatos never oversteps his bounds, for that would be wholly unprofessional. but he never speaks up when you linger in the kitchen, shuffling in your spot as you babble on about whatever comes to mind. he never rushes you out after a long day at the castle visiting the young master, even when the skies are dark and lucifer is impatient to know your estimated arrival time back at the house of lamentation. it's the little things that let you know he cares... maybe even a little more than he believes he should.

barbatos, who doesn't mind your company-- even if you're a little distracting. your laughter echoes through the garden, giddy chirps quickly becoming loud, joyous barks of noise as little d's bound around your feet. their voices overlap, all too excited to be avoiding their gardening duty, as they bombard you with jokes and stories. barbatos should send them on their way. but you look so happy. you once said that they reminded you of dogs from the human realm with the way they darted around and got into trouble. the metaphor wasn't perfect, considering they were still conniving little demons, but they'd suffice. anything to ease your homesickness, after all. he doesn't even realize the tree trimmers in his own hands have stalled until you cry out-- how long had he been watching you? in a moment of darting demons and misplaced footsteps, you tumble to the ground, tripped by one of the little d's. he knows it's an accident, but his tone is venomous as he tells the demons to get away from you. they scatter like roaches. he's quick to make his way to your side, and you laugh, brushing off his concerns as he helps you up. but look. your palm is red and irritated from the impact. it's not enough of a scrape to draw blood, but you still got hurt. barbatos bows deeply to apologize for allowing them to take things too far-- he should have been watching better. he'll find a fitting punishment for them, although he doesn't share that with you. your hands wave in panic as you assure him no, it's okay, don't apologize! he inspects the injury again, gloved fingers gliding against the wound, watching your face from the corner of his eye to see if he's causing you any discomfort. you appear to be fine. barbatos does the courteous thing-- surely, that's the only motivator for his actions, nothing else-- and presses a soft kiss to the wound as a final, silent apology. your eyes are wide when he meets them again, lips curling nervously into an uncertain smile. if he didn't know any better, he'd say you look like you're already plotting your next injury. maybe that's just his imagination.

barbatos, who has grown. who has lived a long, long life, and will continue to live far into the future, where the human mind can no longer perceive time. he was around long before you were a fruit on your family tree-- hell, he was probably born before it was even planted. he's seen civilizations rise and fall. greed has swallowed whole kingdoms under his silent watch, castles crumbling under the weight of their own hubris while he didn't say a word. humans are so flawed, so sinful. he's never cared much for their weight in his life. he used to think the realms were better off separate-- until he met the young master, of course-- but now he knows where he was wrong. your clumsy fingers fumble with the ingredients, their foreign colors and textures tripping you up as you follow the recipe he wrote out for you. he has to stop himself from micromanaging you. barbatos watches you from the corner of his eyes as he kneads out the pastry dough in his hands. the cultural exchange must be hard for you, even after all these months you've been immersed in demon culture. he doesn't think about it, didn't think about it, until one of the brothers brought it up in passing. how strange. you've adapted quite well to everything. his mind wanders as he watches you look between measuring cups. how long as it been? how long have these sorts of feelings been dormant in him, this level of passion for another living creature? you captivate him like no other. when he was a younger demon, he spent years wandering, indulging every hedonistic desire he had. there were countless lovers left in his dust, tangled bedsheets and broken hearts trailing back to the dawn of time. it'd been a long time since he bothered to look at anyone romantically, even longer since someone stirred these feelings up on their own. yet here you were. special, truly. a grin split your face, and barbatos watched as you did a little dance to celebrate your successful attempt at completing this portion the recipe. praise flowed like warm honey from his lips. his words made your grin wider, if at all possible. you crossed the counter to press a giddy little kiss against his cheek, and he stilled for a long moment. how did a little kiss affect him so? this, he might never realize. he broke the spell with a small chuckle and returned the favor-- properly, this time, pressing his lips against yours for a moment before refocusing your attention on the desserts you had yet to finish. he'd met a lot of humans in his lifetime, and yet there was something about you none of the rest of them had. but what? he'd gladly spend as long as he needed to in pursuit of that answer.

barbatos, who will never get tired of a quiet morning. they're rare in his profession-- usually he's up early, silently pattering about as he begins preparing to wake the rest of the castle. but today that is not the case. today he's curled around you like vines on ruins, body intertwined with yours until he hardly knows where he ends and you begin. the crypt he calls a room is dark at all hours of the day, only illuminated by candles and other such lights when someone walks in. but you've got a special lamp from the human world that brightens your room in tune with the time of day, like the sun in the human realm does naturally. the warm light caresses the curve of your cheeks, the curl of your lips, the fluttering of your eyelids as you begin to stir. there's a part of him that wants you to stay asleep. he wants to observe your drowsy form a little longer, to burn the shape of you into his brain so he'll never know another moment without your face. but your eyes open, and you smile-- maybe having you wake up isn't such a bad thing. you rasp a good morning. he returns the favor. and when you kiss him good morning, he again follows suit. it's lazily, all warm lips and breathy chuckles as your hands come to his cheeks. his arm was already wrapped around your side, and barbatos takes the opportunity to rub circles into your back. neither of you pull away, and lazy kisses grow more heated when left to progress. his lips trail across your skin, breath tickling your collarbone, your sternum, your stomach, until he reaches the waistband of your sleep shorts. he spares you a quick glance to see you nod, easing yourself out of your lower garments with his assistance. his tongue laps softly at your sex, eliciting a content sigh from you. your thighs wrap carefully around his head, and his arms link around them to hold you close. sleep clings to your skin like his touch. it's all light, all careful, his lips wrapping around your sex and sucking just enough to make you whine. it's a gentle build up of pleasure inside you. his fingers replace his lips somewhere along the way, stroking you as his tongue moves instead to your hole. his tongue pushes shallowly inside you, alternating between lapping and thrusting in a way that leaves you squirming around his head. trembling fingers grip his hair when you eventually climax. there's love in his eyes and in his smile as he licks his mess clean, his spit mixing with yours juices around his mouth and between your thighs. he only moves when you murmur something about wanting him inside you-- that catches his attention, and he's quick to finish cleanup before slipping out of his own clothes. he needs nothing more than a simple kiss to be prepped for you after such a wonderful show. your pleasure is his pleasure. his lips meet yours, and he lines himself up carefully before pushing into your hole with a few languid, easy thrusts. a sigh catches between your joined lips-- is it his, or yours?-- and he waits a moment before moving inside of you. you exist in many timelines, many worlds, all living different lives with different people. but he is eternally grateful he lives in this one. he couldn't imagine every being content after having you like this, ever craving someone else like he does you. a lifetime without you is simply not worth living in-- that, barbatos is sure of.

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[tojigasm]

I just wanted to do more on the trimming butcher's beard cause it's so cute and fluffy and amazing. So like. Here's a lil story for youuuuu

It was easy to forget how quickly his beard grew in. At least it was until he stopped trimming it back. Growing uneven and scraggly. Leaving an ungodly amount of beard burn on your chin, neck, and even your thighs.

You had had enough. Buying cream to soothe the aching burn he left after each heated make out session was getting to be expensive enough you considered cutting him off.

So here you were, sat neatly in his lap, thighs bracketing his hips as he sat on the closed toilet lid. A straight razor to clean up the edges that had crawled up his cheeks. Anytime you pulled away to wipe off the hairs from the blade he playfully nipped at your fingers holding the skin taught.

"So good to me doll, cleaning me up" he said, chapped lips pressing a kiss to the small bite he had made. Holding perfectly still as you moved to the other side.

"It's more for my own health than your cleaner look," you muttered, always careful as you set aside the blade. The loud buzzing fills your ears and the vibrations from the trimmer, making your fingers numb after a second. After making sure for the third time you were using the right guard, you started on the coarse stragglers.

"It's not that bad," he said through gritted teeth, trying not to move too much. Still as a statue aside from the lazy rubbing and massaging of his hands along your ass and thighs. Almost kneading like a cat as he let you clean him up.

Maybe ten minutes later of careful cleaning up did you get off his lap, letting him look in the mirror. Grunting in approval as he brushing his fingers through it a few times.

"Looks wonderful, angel." he said, giving you a chaste kiss before leaving you to clean up the bathroom. Bastard.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[stihl-india]

Enhancing Garden Maintenance with Cordless Hedge Trimmers And Grass Cutting Machines

Keeping gardens and landscapes well-maintained requires the right tools to ensure efficiency and precision. Whether you're a professional landscaper or a home gardener, the right equipment can make a significant difference in how your outdoor spaces look and thrive. Tools like the cordless handheld hedge trimmer, brush cutter machine and grass-cutting machine have become essential for effective garden and landscape management.

The Versatility of a Cordless Handheld Hedge Trimmer

It offers unmatched convenience and flexibility when maintaining hedges, shrubs and small trees. Its portability, combined with the freedom from electric cords, allows users to trim and shape greenery in hard-to-reach areas. The lightweight design reduces fatigue during prolonged use, making it ideal for both professionals and home gardeners.

One of the key benefits of using a cordless model is that you can move around freely without worrying about the limitations of power outlets or extension cords. This tool is perfect for intricate trimming tasks, ensuring a well-manicured look for your garden. Additionally, modern hedge trimmers come with advanced battery technology, providing longer run times and efficient power usage.

Brush Cutter Machines for Tougher Jobs

For tougher landscaping tasks, it is a must-have. It is specifically designed to tackle dense vegetation, overgrown weeds and even small trees. It is more powerful than a traditional lawnmower, making it the perfect choice for handling thick grass, tall weeds and stubborn underbrush.

This tool is essential for large properties, farms, or any area where regular lawnmowers struggle to perform. The brush cutter comes with various blade attachments, allowing it to handle different types of terrain and plant life. Whether you need to clear out thick foliage or manage rough patches of land, this machine provides the power and versatility to get the job done.

Grass Cutting Machines for Lawn Maintenance

When it comes to regular lawn maintenance, the machine is indispensable. These machines are designed to keep lawns neat and evenly trimmed, ensuring a healthy and aesthetically pleasing yard. It can handle large areas quickly and with precision, saving time and effort compared to manual tools.

Modern grass cutters come with adjustable height settings, allowing users to control the length of the grass after cutting. This flexibility ensures that lawns can be maintained according to personal preferences or landscaping standards. The efficiency of these machines also reduces the time and effort required to achieve a professionally groomed lawn.

STIHL: Leading the Way in Garden Equipment

For reliable and high-performance garden equipment, STIHL is a trusted brand that consistently delivers innovation and quality. Whether you're in need of a cordless handheld hedge trimmer, brush cutter machine, or grass cutting machine, STIHL offers a wide range of products designed to meet the needs of both professional landscapers and home gardeners.

STIHL’s dedication to crafting durable, efficient and user-friendly tools ensures that every garden task can be completed with precision and ease. Their advanced battery technology and ergonomic designs set them apart, making them a top choice for maintaining beautiful, well-kept outdoor spaces.

In conclusion, investing in high-quality tools like those offered by STIHL can transform the way you maintain your garden, making every task easier, quicker and more efficient. With STIHL’s range of innovative solutions, you can enjoy the process of landscaping while achieving professional results.

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[kdogreads]

Richie Jerimovich NSFW Alphabet

Co-written with the incredible @foreveraimingtowardsthesky

Thank you so much for collabing on this, my friend! It’s been a longtime coming but here we are 🤪😍

Enjoy this look into our wildest delulu fantasies with our bb Richie. This was a 50/50 project and still took us forever so please APPRECIATE IT 😂❤️

A — Aftercare

There is nothing Richie loves more than smoking a cigarette with you in his arms after he blows your mind. He’s trained to read people and you are no exception. He’ll help you clean up then he’ll cuddle you, or kiss you silly, or light you a joint, or brush your hair for you. Whatever you need this time, he’s on it.

B – Body part (favourite of yours and theirs)

Richie likes - no loves - your mouth. The way your lips close around a cigarette plucked from his hand, the wet heat of it when his fingers press against your tongue, how you open up so readily for him when you’re on your knees, the sharp indent of your teeth in your lower lip when you’re trying to be quiet.. Yeah, he could lose hours dreaming of your mouth, thinking of new ways he can make it his. Spit in it. Gag it. Have you clean him up with your tongue..

C — Cum

Richie can be nasty. He wants to cum on your face, your chest, your ass, literally anywhere he can. It’s his way to mark you as his without leaving hickies or anything, ever the practical thinker. His favorite by far, though, if you’ll let him, is to cum inside you. Chef’s kiss.

D – Dirty secret

Richie has fucked, or tried to fuck, too many short-lived staff at The Beef to mention. But that’s no secret. In fact, there’s really only one thing he hopes never gets out. Luckily for him, she feels the same way. Chalk it up to the effects of grief and alcohol, explain it away however you like, but if word got round? I don’t think her little brother would ever get over it.

E — Experience

Honestly, Richie doesn’t have a ton of experience with different partners, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t treat you R I G H T. He’s only had a couple relationships besides you and Tiff and maybe he brought home a girl from the bar once or twice before you. This man is a very, very fast learner, though. It doesn’t take him long to learn every little thing that drives you wild and he’s more than willing to experiment with what you like (always with permission first).

F – Favourite position

Richie wants to see. He wants to see his cock sinking into you. He wants to see your face when you come. He wants to see the rise and fall of your chest and he wants to see his hands on your body. Richie also wants to bend you over and fuck you from behind. He likes how it makes you whine when he pulls your hips back as he fucks into you.

So he fucks you on your knees in front of the mirror on his bedroom wall, drags his fingers through your gathered slick and rubs the mess across your tight little asshole, his thumb circling and circling and circling before pushing inside. Like this he can watch as he fills you up, and see your fucked-out face as you fall apart.

G — Goofy

Our Richie is a big goofball in every aspect of his life and sex is no exception. He loves being able to laugh with you and tease you while he’s inside you or eating you out. One day he gets it in is mind that you have to call him Mr. Jerimovich as like a demeaning/authoritative thing, but when you actually call him that, he cracks up laughing. Cannot keep a straight face for the life of him. “It sounds like you’re talkin’ to my fuckin’ granddad. Too fuckin’ weird for me, baby, m’sorry.”

If he’s had a rough day, though, and needs to take it out on you, it’s all serious. No jokes, no laughing, no teasing. He just takes when he needs from you — and of course makes sure you have a good time, too.

H – Hair

How well groomed is Richie? Richie is a low-maintenance, one-bottle-in-the-shower guy. He keeps his hair and his beard short, that’s his look. Once upon a time, he got clippers and a beard trimmer for Christmas, so he does this himself, and every so often the rest of him will get the trimmer treatment. He’s not super hairy but he likes how his dick looks bigger after. He’s only human, after all.

He’s clean, but not meticulous. He doesn’t mind things getting a bit.. dirty. And if you’re honest with yourself, you sometimes like him best at the end of a long day. A little sweaty, a little rough around the edges, his skin tasting like salt and cigarette smoke.

I — Intimacy

Richie the cuddle master, am I right? He loves physical affection and just being close to you. If you’re having a slow, sweet love session, he’ll hold your face and tell you the stickiest sweet things you’ve ever heard in your life. “You were made for me, baby. I was made f’you” and “You’re so beautiful, sometimes I can’t believe you’re mine” and “I love you so much my heart fuckin’ hurts.” Loves eye contact, loves holding your hands, loves loving you basically.

Talks you through it. Big time. He’s in his daddy era and he’s desperate for his baby to cum. 🥵

J – Jerk off

In a word. Yes. In the shower most mornings. It’s a Pavlovian response now. Routine. The hot shower spray. The steam. His hand wrapped round his cock.

But he’s seen the way your breath catches. When he’s knelt between your spread legs. When he drags it out just a little longer, his fist working over his cock as though he prefers it to your pretty pussy. How your eyes follow the movement of his hand as he makes you wait, how your tongue darts out against the softness of your lips..

Until finally - - You like watchin, huh? Your face had heated under his scrutiny, but you couldn’t deny it. And since then? Pictures. Videos. Whenever you’re apart for while and sometimes even when you’re not. His hand sliding over his hard dick, slow at first, then faster. You can hear his breathing, all the bitten off sounds he makes - - fuck. Sometimes it’s a piece of your underwear that he’s ruined, the sheets, his shirt. Sometimes come splashes hot against his tense belly. It’s insanely hot. It makes you ache for him. And he knows it.

K — Kinks

This man will shock you with just how freaky he can get. Choking, gun play, knife play, slapping, daddy/sir, tying you up/getting tied up, he’s into it all. Something you’ve always wanted to try? He’s down. It doesn’t always have to be super kinky stuff, though. Sometimes he’s in the mood to make love to you and, when he is, he’s the stickiest sweet lover you’ve ever had.

Once he discovers the the free use concept, it’s his favorite. “Don’t let me stop ya, baby. You keep workin’ on that,” while he proceeds to fuck you into a different universe. 🥵

L – Location

Anywhere. At the restaurant when everyone else has gone home (that reservations desk is his in more ways than anyone else knows). In his car, where there’s just enough room for you to straddle his lap in the driver’s seat. Up against the wall in some dark corner when he just can’t wait. On the couch, forgotten movie in the background. The kitchen counter in the middle of a lazy weekend breakfast. In the shower, the pretty noises you make bouncing off the tiles. In your bed. In his bed.

That’s probably his favourite. His bed. When you’re waiting for him at the end of a long day in his bed. Wearing his shirt. Your perfume on his pillows.

M — Motivation

YOU. Richie is such a romantic at heart and, if you’re his, he wants nothing more than to make you happy any way he can. He loves to hear you whine and moan for him or squirm under his touch. Part of him selfishly loves knowing he can make you feel better than anyone else ever has. He loves making you forget all your worries with his fingers or his mouth or his cock. He gets off just by knowing how satisfied he can make you.

N – No

It’s a short list, but anything you’re not into is at the top of it. You can also add to that anything too elaborate. Role play’s fine just nothing too fuckin weird alright.And he doesn’t need a red room of sex shit, doesn’t need whips and chains when his tie looks so pretty around your wrists, when his belt drags so nicely against your skin.

O — Oral

You mean Richie “could eat pussy for three meals a day” Jerimovich?? He LOVES oral. As much as he loves feeling your lips wrapped around him, he loves feeling you squirm under his tongue even more. He’ll have you pinned down with his arms begging him for a break at any chance he gets. Giving is his favorite, but he loves receiving, too.

He loves when you give him road head. Loves it. Only when it's late at night and you're alone on the back roads, though. He knows just what you're thinking when you reach a hand over coyly and scratch your nails along his thigh. A silly grin spreads across his face and he gives you a subtle nod to encourage you. By the end he's usually pulled over somewhere with both hands in your hair and a plan in place for when you get home...

P – Pace

He can go slow. If that’s what you need. He likes how he can feel everything when he takes his time, but it wears away at his self control and he didn’t have much to begin with. You like to ride him, achingly slowly, stretching his restraint as far as it’ll go before it snaps, before he grips your hips and fucks up into you, or until he flips you over and fucks you through the bed.

Q — Quickie

Are you kidding me? Richie loves quickies. Possibly his favorite thing in the world. Just finished dinner service? He’ll fuck you in the alleyway. Popped in to say hi while you’re running errands? He’ll bend you over Carmy’s desk. Even just going about your day at home he’ll come up behind you in the kitchen and pull you up onto the counter. Any chance he has to get you off he’ll take.

R – Risk

Is Richie a risk taker? Yeah. He gets a kick out of the possibility that the two of you might get caught. Actually no, he gets a kick out of you getting so fucking greedy and needy for him that you’ll let him touch you, let him fuck you, where anyone might see. His hand between your legs under the restaurant table, his mouth on your breasts in the cool evening air, your back against the wall and legs round his waist, your body pressed to the high rise window of the nicest hotel room he could afford. It fuels his possessiveness. You’re his and he wants everyone to know it.

S — Stamina

Richie isn’t as young as he used to be, but he uses what energy he has wisely. In his younger days he could go at it for hours, but nowadays his poor achey back can’t take more than one, maybe two rounds. He gets you off more times than you can count before he even thinks about fucking you, so don’t let his old age scare you.

Just because his body gets tired faster doesn't mean his sex drive has gone down, though, so don't you worry about that.

T – Toys

The first time Richie caught you with your favourite toy, he’d watched from the doorway with a dangerous mix of jealousy and want. You’d pulled the toy from your body when you saw him, but he’d shook his head and something in the look in his eyes made your mouth go dry and your stuttered explanation die in your throat. – - Don’t stop. He’d climbed onto the bed, sat back against the headboard and pulled you to his chest between his spread legs. - - keep going.. s’it feel good? .. feel better than me, huh? - - you’d said no, but he’d slapped your hand from the toy anyway, taking it from you and mimicking the movements he’d watched earlier, but harder, faster, more him. And he’d liked the way you’d surrendered control so easily, the way your head fell back against his shoulder, how your fingers twisted into the fabric of his sweats. And it occurred to him that he could keep this up for hours..

U — Unfair

Richie is a little shit… of course he loves teasing you. He’ll send you dirty texts all day while you’re at work and get you all hot and bothered. Then he’ll edge you for what feels like hours if he feels like it. He always leaves you satisfied after his fun, though, he is a gentleman after all.

When he first discovered what his "harmless" teasing does to you... Oh man. It's like he can't stop now. He'll pull you into the office at work just to whisper dirty things in your ear.

"You look real pretty tonight baby," He leans in to kiss your neck, hands wandering all over your body, "Fuuuck, you want daddy to take care of you, hm? Touch you? Make you scream so everybody knows who you belong to, yeah?" Swoon.

V – Volume

Richie has the dirtiest mouth in all of Chicago. He remembers the first time he’d called you his good fuckin girl. He remembers because you came hard and tight and wet before the words had barely left his mouth. Now he won’t fucking shut up. And you love it like that. But the best thing? There’s this noise he makes when he’s close to losing it. A filthy low groan as everything begins to unravel. It might be the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

W — Wildcard

Richie definitely has a thing for public sex. The thrill of potentially getting caught, having to show off his pretty baby to whoever catches you… He can’t help it if he wants to show you off and make it clear just who belong to.

X – x-ray

What’s going on in those tighty whiteys? He’s not gotten any complaints. Well, no, that’s not quite right. He’s gotten loads of complaints. Just not about his dick. If he was the type of guy to be heading down the gym (although lets face it, he isn’t ) he wouldn’t need to be shy in the locker room, if you catch my meaning. Alright, alright.. it’s big. You happy now?

Y — Yearning

He may be in his 40s but his sex drive is stronger than ever. He always wants you. Richie is just insatiable sometimes. It’s like he can’t believe you are his to take care of and please whenever he wants to and he does.

Z – zzzz

He’s not even stayed awake long enough for you to read the end of this. Sorry. But let’s be fair, he’s a hard working guy and he’s had his fair share of sleepless nights. So you can’t begrudge the fact that he sleeps like an angel (an angel splayed across 75% of the bed, but still..) once you’ve both had your fill. Now roll him over before he starts snoring.

[followthebluebell]

Thank you so much for all your tips! We retired the slicker because it kept losing teeth so I’ll try to get a new one asap. He’s a fussy little ragdoll, I can only seem to brush him when he’s eating a meal. For the cornstarch, do you just rub it on the mat and brush it out? And is a human shaver okay for cats?Thank you!!! This made me realize I have to do tons more research; he was a surprise and I’ve been shamefully negligent. I thought regular brushing with just one brush was enough. Thank you

You're welcome! Ragdolls tend to have very soft and cottony coats, so I absolutely recommend getting a new slicker. The corn starch is indeed just kinda rubbed into the mat and then brushed out--- although it won't harm the cat if he happens to lick a little off. That's another REALLY nice thing about corn starch.

I caution heavily against clipping your cat yourself because cat skin is VERY thin and it tears open pretty easily. A very small nick can easily become quite a large one. Cat skin also tends to form folds that are held together by mats, and these folds get caught in clipper teeth if you aren't cautious. The best way to prevent this is to flatten out the skin and make sure you see the skin BEFORE letting the clippers get anywhere near the cat.

however, I know some people are going to try clipping their cat anyway. So I'll talk about the tools I use.

I personally use Andis 2 speeds for the bulk of my clipping with a 10 blade for most trims, occasionally a 7. Very rarely, I'll have to use a 15 or, even more rarely a 30. Blade sizes work in reverse: the higher the number, the closer the trim. So a 10 is closer to the skin than a 7, a 15 is closer than a 10. 30 is as close as I can get. 40 is downright surgical and makes me too nervous to use.

There's a lot less length control when using human clippers, because you can't switch out the blades. This is also a concern because blades get HOT (for reference, I usually keep three 10 blades on hand so I can easily switch them out). Humans don't really have to take this into consideration because we don't spend that much time shaving. Human clippers also aren't designed for the much softer fur cats have, so they get jammed WAY easier and that can cause skin tears. We also have thicker skin compared to cats.

I will use a manscaper lawn mower for clean-up on cats who are really matted around their uro-genital area or an injured area that should be exposed. For a really close trim, you can't beat it. Again, I don't really recommend this for at home use. I just think it's funny.

But let's say budget is an issue and you're looking for something small, light, and cordless. Something that's a bit more similar to human clippers and is friendlier to the budget than a full on corded clipper. You could look at 5-in-1 clippers. I don't remember the one I use at work--- it's a new one that my boss literally just got, so it's not my model, but I've been pretty pleased with it so far.

It's pretty similar to a Codos Pet trimmer, which are very budget friendly. It CAN hypothetically be used all over a cat, but keep the heat in mind! You can't switch out the blades on a 5-in-1, so you need to keep a careful eye on that heat!

Finally, let's talk about blade disinfectant. I just use Cool Care. It also works as a blade coolant; it doesn't cool them off instantly or anything, but it's quicker. You want to disinfect blades between uses because nasty stuff can grow on them.

I hope this helps. Don't feel bad for not knowing this. We don't talk enough about pet grooming in general. We don't see a wide array of these products in stores (at least, I don't; my stores don't really stock any of this stuff. I have to order it special, but maybe that's regional?).

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"Take a look at that! Wow! Those supplements really did a number on you." Jay's workout buddy said with a whistle as he felt up his friend's feminized ass.

He finished his assessment on whether Jay was indeed slowly changing into a plushy-assed twink with a hearty spank. Jay hated that his new body, especially his jiggly, slappable ass loved the attention. Before his buddy had offered him the workout supplements, he was a conventionally-minded, normal man, and now...

Now, the aspiring gym bro looked like a full-blown femboy, still carrying some of the masculine features from before but undeniably changed. Jay's shoulders were trimmer, and his waist had somewhat thinned along with a dozen other small, individually imperceptible alterations that together left him looking much girlier.

"What am I going to do?" Jay asked, pulling on his curly brown hair, hoping someone else could take control of the situation he'd gotten himself into.

His buddy inhaled deeply, still staring at Jay's bottom. He pried his attention away and scanned the gym.

"See that group over there?" He asked, using his chin to gesture to three women using the ellipticals. "They used to show up once or twice a month. But, since you started... blossoming. They've become regulars."

Jay's gaze drifted to the group. They were already looking in his direction and spontaneously began giggling amongst themselves at his attention. In turn, Jay began blushing. His friend clapped him on the back and whispered into his ear.

"If you keep it up, you might make a friend or two, or three. Also..." He grabbed Jay's slutty little waist and spun him around, placing his other hand on his stomach. "You could use some core training."

Jay gulped, looking down at the man's hand on his small potbelly. It was true. Despite other areas slimming down, his butt and this pesky pooch were more apparent than ever. In that moment, Jay thought it looked kind of cute, especially when his buddy's big hand was rubbing it ever so gently.

"O-okay, I'll keep it up and see wh-what happens." Jay resolved, eyes fluttering.

He continued taking the supplements, mixing them into his pre-workout shakes, and focused on doing exercises and using equipment that would shrink his stomach and his plump ass. Unfortunately, the complete opposite happened.

The next month showed a steep escalation in the young man’s transformation. Jay's bubblebutt and belly only grew from one day to the next. He had a wide, milfy ass and his once-lean stomach rounded into a softer, pudgier belly that jiggled like a bowl full of jelly with every movement. One part of his friend's plan did work, though, getting closer to the trio of women who had become his new workout partners.

They had taken Jay under their wing, half in jest and half in genuine admiration, always encouraging him with flirty comments and playful teasing.

“Look at those cute cheeks, Jay! You’re basically the hottest guy in the gym!” One would say, winking at him after each set.

“Honestly, I wish my butt looked that good,” another chimed in, eyeing his rear with a smirk.

Despite feeling a little embarrassed, Jay found himself blushing and laughing along with them. Jay began to embrace his identity, flaunting his newfound curves in snug workout attire that highlighted his figure. He loved the way his stretchy shorts clung to him, especially his belly. Every slight brush from one of the women sent tingling pulses up the young man's pregnant-looking form.

Eventually, the teasing culminated into something more thrilling. During a cooldown one afternoon, the most daring workout bunny of the three nudged him and said: “You know, we’ve been talking, and we think it’s time you joined us in the girls’ locker room. You’re practically one of us now!"

Jay’s heart raced at the prospect, both excited and nervous. He glanced at the other women, their expressions were bemused, yet there was an undeniable spark in the air. “Okay,” Jay said, feeling bold. “Let’s do it!”

The atmosphere in the locker room was entirely different from the gym floor. As the three women began to change, Jay stood awkwardly at the edge, feeling an accute shyness. With a little poking and prodding, they coaxed him into the showers' warm water.

“See? You belong here,” One said as she stepped closer, her fingers grazing his chub lightly. Jay felt a thrill run through him. “You’re really cute in that top, but you should take it off.” she added, causing Jay to blush profusely.

For @ghostypancakez!

He stripped down and joined them in the mist just before she pulled him closer, her lips crashing against his in a surprising but exhilarating kiss. Jay melted into it, feeling a rush of warmth spreading through his body. She began feeling up and squeezing his fattened ass as they made out in front of the others. As one pulled away, another would join in, kissing him softly and exploring the curves of his waist, rubbing his distended belly.

"You have such a pretty, little cock." One breathed into his ear, reaching around to squeeze his soapy member.

"And the most perfect tum!" Another agreed, bending down so she could caress and wobble his belly.

"There's just not enough of you to go around!" The third say, grinding herself into his Kardashian ass.

The feeling of their bodies pressed together in the warm shower was intoxicating. Jay felt a rush of emotions, a heady mix of thrill and vulnerability. He was coming close to a whimpering orgasm as the girls whispered sweet nothings, fingers entwined in hair and caressing soft skin. With a newfound assuredness, Jay melted into the moment, secretly thanking his old workout buddy for pushing him further.