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[installationsemc]

Pallet Racking | Factory Storage Installation And Services | Installations EMC

Installations EMC is dedicated to delivering top-notch pallet racking installation services that meet the highest industry standards. With our team of skilled professionals, we ensure that your storage solution is installed efficiently and effectively.

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Best Pallet Racking Service in Sydney

If you’re running a business in Sydney that requires the use of pallet racking systems, then you need to check out One Stop Pallet Racking. As the name suggests, they provide everything you need to get your warehouse organized and optimized for efficiency.

One Stop Pallet Racking specializes in , supplying, and installing pallet racking systems for businesses of all sizes in Sydney. They have a team of experienced professionals who can help you determine the best solution for your needs, whether you’re just starting out or you need to upgrade your existing setup.

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How To Select The Best Garage Safe Racks Installation Services

You need not spend a lot of money to have peace of mind that your belongings are in a secure location. The most important aspect is finding a secure location, which is why you should install garage safe racks. When searching for companies that provide these services, you must consider how they are.

What Needs to Be Considered When Choosing Garage Safe Racks Installation Services?

When it comes to choosing a garage safe racks installation service, there are a few things you need to take into consideration. You want to ensure that the company you're considering possess a good track record. You can check online reviews to understand what others have thought of their services. One most preferable companies for safe rack installation is HDR Garage.

Additionally, confirming that the company provides a warranty on its work is crucial. Your mind will be at ease knowing you are protected if something goes wrong. Finally, before making a final choice, inquire about the available pricing options.

Dangers Of Overstocking Your Garage

It is essential to be aware of the dangers associated with overstocking your garage. While a safe rack can provide extra storage and security for your belongings, it is essential to understand the risks involved in storing too much in your garage.

One of the primary dangers of overstocking your garage is a fire risk. When too many items are stored in a confined space, the risk of fire increases. If a fire were to start in your garage, it would quickly spread to the rest of your home.

Overcrowding your garage can also make it more difficult to find things. When everything is crammed into a small space, it can be challenging to locate specific items.

Hiring Garage Rack Installing Contractor

You’ll need to find a reputable company to handle the work. Here are some tips on how to select the best garage-safe racks installation services:

1. Get recommendations from friends, family, and neighbors who have recently had work done.

2. Research companies online and read customer reviews.

3. Make sure the company is licensed and insured.

4. Get a detailed estimate of the project costs.

5. Ask questions about the company's experience, policies, and procedures.

6. Be sure to get everything in writing before work begins.

What Should You Expect from Garage Rack Contractor?

You should expect quality products and services when looking for a garage safe racks installation company. You should also expect a company that stands behind their work. A good company will offer a warranty on their products and services.

Conclusion Garage problems should not be a stress. Bank upon the services offered by HDR Garage for Garage Rack Installers. With expert services from HDR Garage, you get a lifetime guarantee on storage solutions. To book a consultation for garage racks, call us at 618-975-7569. You can also drop an email to sales@hdrgarage.com or fill the inquiry form on the website.

[spacefrontier]

Launch of Space Shuttle Discovery during STS-105. August 10, 2001.

The primary purpose of STS-105 was the rotation of International Space Station Crew, bringing Expedition 3 to the orbiting laboratory and returning the Expedition 2 crew, and the delivery of 6,775 pounds of scientific racks, equipment, and supplies using the Italian-built Multi Purpose Logistics Module Leonardo.

International Space Station viewed from STS-105 after departure.

Additional payload included Materials International Space Station Experiments (MISSE) Passive Experiment Containers (PEC) 1 and 2. MISSE investigated the long-term exposure of materials to the space environment. MISSE PECs 1 and 2 included 910 specimens of various materials to be tested outside of the International Space Station. PECs 1 and 2 were later recovered by STS-114 in 2005.

One of the MISSE PECs installed on the outside of the Quest airlock.

Two spacewalks were performed during STS-105 by Mission Specialists Patrick Forrester and Daniel Barry. The first EVA on August 16 was performed to install the Early Ammonia Servicer, which would supply ammonia to the International Space Station's cooling system if needed. EVA 1 lasted 6 hours and 16 minutes. The second EVA on August 18 prepared the space station for the delivery of the S0 truss by STS-110 in 2002. EVA 2 lasted 5 hours and 29 minutes.

Mission Specialist Daniel Barry near the end of Discovery's Remote Manipulator Arm during EVA 2.

Expeditions 2, 3, and STS-105 crew members in the Destiny laboratory. Expedition 2 (red shirts) from bottom to top: Expedition 2 Commander Yury Usachev (Roscosmos), Flight Engineer James Voss, Flight Engineer Susan Helms. Expedition 3 (white shirts) from bottom to top: Expedition 3 Commander Frank Culberston, Jr., Flight Engineer Vladimir Dezhurov (Roscosmos), Flight Engineer Mikhail Tyurin (Roscosmos). STS-105 (striped shirts) from top left: Commander Scott Horowitz, Mission Specialist Daniel Barry. Bottom left: Mission Specialist Patrick Forrester, Pilot Rick Sturckow.

STS-105 returned to the Kennedy Space Center's Shuttle Landing Facility on August 20, 2001, having spent nearly 12 days on orbit, over 7 days of which were docked to the International Space Station.

Discovery touches down on Shuttle Landing Facility Runway 15.

NASA 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

[steviewashere]

Dream Come True

Rating: General CW: Minor internalized ableism on Steve's end Tags: Established Relationship, Married Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Future Fic, Adopting a Child, Parenthood, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Let Them Live a Quiet Life God Damn It, Mild Hurt/Comfort

For the @steddielovemonth prompt: "Love is about healing each other's wounds."

💕—————💕

They haven’t discussed children since the second month they were together. Was that probably a little too early in their relationship? Probably—Eddie will be brave enough to admit that right now. But, considering where they’re at now: Steve is forty-seven and Eddie’s forty-eight, their wedding bands are simple and gold (something easily spotted amongst the silver ones that Eddie still wears), the house they took a loan out for is painted yellow with white shutters installed (well, they paid Dustin and Will to do it. They were happy to help), they live in Massachusetts away from public eye, and though they don’t have a dog—not yet, the service dog process has been a long and weary one on Steve’s end—they have their little brown tabby cat. They’ve got a well furnished home. And years of love between them.

Nearly twenty-eight years in total. Nineteen years wedded. Six years of that are legally recognized. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is they stopped talking about the prospect of having kids.

Eddie’s initial answer at the beginning was, “Maybe. I think it would be neat. But, I’m gay, Steve. That isn’t really a possibility.” He chuckled a little bit. “I meant like adopting, but in a technical sense—Considering what’s in my pants, the possibility is still out the window.”

Steve’s was changed from what he told Nancy in that Winnebago. “I still want children. Or, just one. I want a quiet life. Even if you make it as some big rock star, I want a quiet private life.”

It was doable. What Steve had whispered on Eddie’s shoulder, that was doable. The question for years though was, When does he want that? And also, When will he leave to pursue that?

The answer was clear. Steve was never going to pursue that. That, sure, they’d have the quiet life. But never have children. And Eddie saw him wilt a little further and further. When they passed by the playground at the park. The daycare up the street from their home. After the seizure diagnosis, Steve stopped looking and thinking about it all together. It hurt Eddie’s heart.

He may have got the quiet life. And Eddie may have lived out his simple dream. He’d been a rockstar for a little bit in the late nineties and early two-thousands, retiring before they got married. But…Steve hasn’t lived his dream. Eddie hates that he thinks it’s being held back from him. Eddie’s determined to heal that hurt inside him.

——— Steve comes home from his Wednesday teaching shift around four in the evening. Eddie’s already on the couch, combing Poncho’s fur, watching the local news. He’s got a very important print out laid neatly on the coffee table. He hears Steve set down his briefcase on the dining table, his footsteps retreating to their kitchen to rinse out his thermos, coming back to the front door and placing his loafers on the shoe rack, and he hangs up his coat. Then, he enters the living room, hands scrambling to undo his tie, body leaning over the arm of the couch to press a kiss against Eddie’s mouth.

But then he pulls away, turning his whole body to watch the news. And that’s when he spots it. The flyer. He shuffles over on his mismatched socked feet, hands falling away from the collar of his dress shirt. He swipes up the paper. Behind his glasses, he squints.

It’s advertisement for the adoption agency some forty minutes out. Eddie hopes, by everything, that this will heal the pain in his own chest, and the emotional line of thinking in Steve’s brain. Hopes with everything that his body can physically give.

“What’s this about?” Steve asks. His voice is neutral. Almost…dare Eddie say, steely. Okay, maybe he made the wrong move. “We haven’t even—“

“I know,” Eddie immediately says. “I know we haven’t talked about it. But, sweetheart, just listen to me, alright?” At Steve’s confused and hesitant nod, Eddie tries to arrange his words. “This is something you’ve been wanting since forever ago. And I know that I haven’t really voiced my wants on it. But I also thought that it would never happen.

“That it would never be something people like me—“ He raises his eyebrows and points to the keyring attached to Steve’s belt loop. The short rainbow garland that sits discreetly among his keys. “—Would ever get the chance to do. But I—Steve, god, I want it so bad. I want to be able to be a dad and chase around a kiddo of our own while you’re busy at work. I want to see one off for school for their first day and cry like I’ll never see them again. Wanna make them a lunch they can bring to school, the same time that I make your lunch for your school. I want to watch them grow up with your goofy dancing skills and our combined love for music. And I—I want to be a better parent that I could’ve ever imagined.

“I want it with you,” Eddie breathes. “I want all of that with you. And I know that you still want it. Your forlorn looks at couples with babies. Every time you see Lucas and Max and their spitfire teenager, your eyes get this brightness to them that I—I have to be honest, I don’t think I’ve seen you happy like that since we got married.” He swallows at some of the implications there. And it’s not meant to be accusatory, but gosh does Eddie notice. The way his sunflower wilts. “This is just something for you to think about, okay? I know my decision on it. But think about it.”

Steve’s grip on the paper trembles. And his eyes are searing Eddie in a way that melts him. Blazing with adoration and love. “You want that?” He shakily asks. “You want to raise a kid with me?”

Eddie nods. “Yeah, baby. I really, really, really do.”

“Even though…Even though I have seizures that could scare them shitless? And I get so angry some days that all I can do is hide in our bedroom and cry? And I—You want that with somebody like me?” He hesitates to ask again. Eddie doesn’t answer, but his arms open in comfort and his eyes soften with earnest. Steve doesn’t move from his spot, though. He looks back at the paper. “What’s the—Our first step?”

“We apply. And they determine if we’re worthy and that it’ll be safe,” Eddie answers. “If they see us fit, they’ll look at our house and things like that. We’ll come back to that later on. If that’s something you still want.”

“Okay,” Steve states with fervor. “Let’s do this.”

——— After a tedious process, Eddie realizes how correct he was.

It’s a Saturday. The curtains are open. Dinner is simmering on the stovetop. And Eddie stirs the soup while he listens in on Steve’s activity in the living room.

“There you go, sweetheart,” Steve is cooing. “Good job, Carmen. Look at you.” He’s been supervising her tummy time everyday he’s able to. Loves being able to lay on his back on the floor, eyes watching their daughter, his fingers combing through her hair as she uses her wide brown eyes to wonder about the world around her.

Eddie bites back a smile.

“That’s Poncho,” Steve is saying. He’s introducing them like they’re all acquaintances around a water cooler. Eddie, maybe, snickers a little bit behind his hand. “He’s gonna be your buddy. He likes the space between his shoulder blades scratched. Just like you, huh?” And hears the moment that Steve dully traces his fingernails on Carmen’s back. She gurgles a little excited babbling. “That feels good, doesn’t it?” Steve murmurs. “Daddy likes that, too.” He’s talking about himself. Because he practically fought tooth and nail for that title. Eddie wouldn’t have it any other way.

From the kitchen archway, Eddie surveys the display on the living room floor. And Steve’s on his back in his pajamas. Glasses smooshed awkwardly up his face as his cheek is pressed against the carpet, eyes gone soft and glistening while Carmen is on her belly. Her hands are sprawled in front of her, squeezing at the soft toys they had gotten. He’s brushing his fingers through her short, curly wisps of brown hair. Then, his hand travels back down to massage and scratch at her back again. She’s wearing a pink striped onesie and a pair of white socks on her little feet.

He clears his throat to make himself known. Steve looks up at him, softly smiling. “I reckon things are going good in here?” Steve only nods, too enamored with petting at Carmen’s back. Eddie finally smiles at him. “Good,” he whispers. He leans his weight on the doorway. A dish rag thrown over his shoulder, arms crossed low over his belly, hair thrown up in a loose bun on his head. Domestic life has really begun to suit him, if he’s honest. He finds himself at ease about it now.

As he turns back to the kitchen, to serve up their bowls of soup, Steve calls his name. He immediately turns back around. Greeted with his husband’s soft face, his deepened smile lines, his messy hair spread on the carpet. He’s more youthful than ever, fatherhood has changed him for the better, at least Eddie thinks so. He hums to see what Steve needs, because by god, he’ll do anything for him.

“Thank you,” Steve whispers.

“For what?”

“Making my hurt go away,” Steve says. But Eddie’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. And Steve clarifies, “Allowing me to accomplish my final dream. I’m really happy that it’s with you.”

Eddie crosses into the living room, crouching down to kiss Steve’s forehead, pecking Carmen’s soft head, too. He combs his own fingers through Steve’s hair. Smiling at the way he keens. “You made me believe that I could be a good dad,” he admits. “I can’t wait to do this right.”

Steve brings a hand to Eddie’s cheek. His index finger softly tracing down the side of his face. “Love you,” he murmurs.

Turning his face, Eddie kisses the tip of Steve’s finger. “Love you, too,” Eddie easily says in return.

Sure, he got to be a rockstar, but he thinks that this life—Steve soft and middle aged and smiling at him, petting down their daughter’s back, cooing soft as if he’s not almost fifty—is much better than anything he could’ve ever dreamed. Maybe filling the hole in Steve’s soul, the remedy that their daughter brings—Maybe that heals something for Eddie, too.

💕—————💕

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Better Not to Know + Pt. 2

KYLE GAZ GARRICK x FEM READER

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Summary: It's been months, but you've not been able to forget the stranger you hooked up with in a night club bathroom. Then again, it hard to forget someone who left such a lasting impression.

Warnings/Tags: no serious warnings, mild profanity, no smut this round, no use of Y/N

(Notes: This one wouldn't leave me alone either, so here's a second installment. Bit of a cliffhanger at the end. Yeah, I'm a literary sadist.)

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March comes in a like a lion, the wind and rain making it a misery to step foot out-of-doors. Small wonder that your boss decides to send you to pick up his dry cleaning for him instead of doing it himself. Why risk ruining his tailored suits and Italian shoes, when he could just send you, who bought your clothes off the clearance rack?

Umbrella clutched in your fist, you hurry along the sidewalk, dodging puddles and people as you make your way to the dry cleaners. You're relieved to see there's not a line, counting your blessings as you step through the door. An automated chime announces your arrival— bing-bong.

"Hullo. Can I help you?" A young woman with colorful tats sleeving her arms and teal hair gives you a customer service smile from behind the counter.

You pull the ticket from the pocket of your raincoat and slide it over with a tight smile. "Just a pick-up."

The young woman picks up the slip of paper, heavily lined eyes scanning the ticket before flickering over your damp, bedraggled form. "Be just a tick, luv," she murmurs, disappearing through a curtained doorway.

With nothing better to do, you drift over to a display of travel-size stain remover sticks, not bothering to turn around when the door opens, a gust of wind fluttering the hem of your coat. The automated chime sounds, drawing Tattoo Girl out of the back with what you assume is your boss' dry cleaning held aloft in one hand.

"Well, hullo, handsome!" she greets her new customer with a wide, toothy smile. "Got your uniform ready. Just need to take care of this lady first."

You don't look back to see who she's addressing, all your attention focused on fishing your boss' credit card out of your pocket. You do absently notice that the new customer smells nice. You catch notes of sandalwood and pine, a hint of musk, definitely masculine and strangely familiar. You also don't fail to notice how Tattoo Girl keeps glancing over your shoulder as she rings you up, the remnants of her wide smile still lingering.

"Here you go," she says, handing over the dry-cleaning bag and receipt, her eyes already focused on her more desirable customer.

"Thanks," you mutter, drawing the bag over the counter and draping it over your arm. Pulling the sides of your coat together, you turn, curious eyes flicking up to catch a glimpse of the man who has so distracted the pretty cashier, then almost trip over your own feet as you stumble to a halt.

"No bloody way," you breathe in a shocked whisper, staring up at the face that's been haunting you for the last five months.

His eyes widen at the same time yours do, recognition clear in his expression. "Christ, I don't believe it," he mutters, a mystified smile curving his sensuous lips. "It's really you."

You feel the same way. You can't believe it's really him, the gorgeous bloke from the club, Mr. Tall, Dark and Dangerous himself. "Um— wow. H-Hi."

His soft brown eyes register surprise but also pleasure as they lock with yours and his mega-watt smile appears. "Long time, no see, pet. How ya been?"

You gaze up at him dumbfounded, shaken all the way down to your sensible shoes. It's really him. Holy shit! "I, uh... I'm g-good. And you?" Christ! When did you develop a stammer?

He steps closer, his smile turning into something softer and intimate. "Been doin' alright." His eyes dart over your face, taking you in as if he still can't believe you're real. "This is bloody mad, innit? You wouldn't believe how many times I've..." He lets his words trail off, shaking away his dazed expression. "Ah, never mind. 'M just beyond chuffed to see ya again, pet. You look— lovely."

At least he's pleased to see me again, you think. That's a good sign, isn't it? You adjust the dry-cleaning bag in front of you, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

Tattoo Girl clears her throat, drawing your attention back to the counter. You glance over to see a perturbed little frown on her face, her eyes bouncing back and forth between you and the gorgeous man standing by your side.

"Oh! Sorry," you apologize, stepping away from the counter. You glance back up at him, feeling flustered and more than a little overwhelmed. Gripping the dry-cleaning bag closer to your body, you ignore the fact that you're probably wrinkling your boss' clothes.

"Ha. Making a right nuisance of myself, aren't I?" you murmur with a nervous titter. "It was, um, nice seeing you again, uh..." You give him a sheepish little grin, feeling terribly awkward and thoroughly embarrassed. "I-I'm so sorry. I don't think I ever got your, uh... name." God, how embarrassing...

He shuffles his feet and grins, looking a bit sheepish himself. "It's, uh, it's Kyle," he answers in a soft voice, holding out his hand. "Kyle Garrick." He dips his chin down to meet your eyes, giving you a teasing little smirk. "I don't think I got your name, either."

Taking his hand, you utter your name with a dazed expression as his touch sends warm tingles of awareness shooting up your arm. Neither one of you let go until the Tattoo Girl clears her throat again and sniffs in irritation.

Kyle's brows tick together in mild irritation as he shoots a quick look in her direction, then flicks his gaze back to you. "Would ya mind waiting while I take care of this? It'll just take a moment," he says, sounding anxious. "I'd really like to catch up with ya, maybe buy ya lunch or a coffee?"

Your head bobs in eager agreement. "Yeah, sure. I've got time."

Honestly, you didn't, but to hell with your boss. This is far more important to you.

Stepping out of the way, you wait by the door for him, your mind racing. As you stare at his broad back, your teeth worry at your bottom lip, wondering what he will have to say, then fret over what you're going to say to him. Is he just hoping to hook up again or does his interest go deeper than that? The way he's acting, it seems like it's more than that, but who knows? It's not like you really know him that well. Or at all, really. Jesus, this is nerve-wracking...

By the time Kyle has paid for his dry cleaning and is turning around, you have worked yourself up into a jittery mess. His smile dims as he takes in your nervous expression, concern plain on his face.

"Ya alright, pet?" he asks, stepping close to grasp your elbow. "You look like you're about to be sick."

Shaking your head, you offer him a weak smile. "No, no, I'm fine. I just feel a bit peckish," you lie, not wanting to make a scene. You can see Tattoo Girl staring daggers at the two of you, a petulant frown on her face. "Could we go ahead and get that coffee now? I think I need to sit down."

"Yeah, of course, love," Kyle murmurs, caressing your arm with a worried look. "C'mon, let's go."

He takes your umbrella from your numb fingers and opens the door, holding it for you as he snaps the brolly open over his head. Lifting his arm, he lays it across your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he shifts the umbrella to shield you both from the rain. Casting another worried glance down at you, he leads you to a nearby sandwich shop and quickly ushers you inside.

"Here we go," he murmurs, guiding you over to a table. He takes the dry-cleaning bag from you and drapes it over the back of a chair with his own. "Here, love. Let me take your coat," he offers as he steps behind you, and you're so flustered that you let him slip the coat from your shoulders before realizing your mistake. Quaking in your shoes, you turn to face him.

Kyle stands frozen, his mouth open to say something, his eyes now riveted on your waistline. You glance down as well then stare up into his shocked face, your hands going to your stomach to splay over the gentle swell of your baby bump.

A pained grimace twists your features as you whisper in a shaky voice, "I suppose I should explain."

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part 1 part 3

[uncanny-tranny]

I love giving advice, apparently, so if you are a newly pierced person or are planning on being pierced, here are some of the things I found helpful, as somebody who isn't a professional piercer but has had six plus piercings on my face and body, and multiple ear piercings (which I don't count, since I DIY'd them):

Normal bath towels are your enemy, proceed with caution after bathing. NEVER wipe moisture away from a fresh piercing, always pat it dry

You will hit a new piercing and it will hurt. This is inevitable, just know that you likely haven't destroyed it. Feel free to cry, though, it hurts like hell.

If your piercer gives you instructions, heed them. If you're on restrictions, please take it as seriously as possible

When you're going in for a piercing, please eat or drink something - at least what constitutes as a snack for your body. It really helps

If you're getting an oral piercing, make sure you size down after the healing period - I hadn't sized down for my last oral piercing when I first had the chance, and it was... so annoying to have too-large of jewelry

Not all jewelry is made equally. Do your research on materials, threading, and sizing. I've found that titanium jewelry is really nice for me, and I like it, but that isn't the only option. Make sure you think about your body and its needs and preferences

Close your eyes while being pierced (I found this really helps me)

Don't over-clean a new piercing, twice per day is usually a good place to start

The completed healing period is a very average suggestion - you may heal slower or faster. Try to adhere to that suggestion, though, especially if you do not feel you're healed enough

Personally, I have found that I am completely healed when my piercing feels like just another part of my body, even when it is touched. When my piercings start to feel as though they are foreign when they never do before, I know I likely need to clean them

While I have DIY'd piercings, I personally do not recommend it, especially if you are either not using sterilized equipment, or are piercing a very dangerous place (like the tongue). If you are absolutely positive about committing to the DIY mindset, please try to do due diligence in research at least

Tip your piercer. Body mods are a luxury service, and it takes years to even become a piercer, much less to be proficient at it. Tip your piercer, ESPECIALLY if their prices feel too good to be true - they likely are. Unless you are directed otherwise by your piercer, just assume that you will be tipping them for their services and budget accordingly

Make sure you understand how your piercer wants you to take care of your piercing, and ask questions. There is no question too "dumb"

If you are getting a body part pierced you are insecure about, realize your piercer has most likely seen HUNDREDS of different body parts of various sizes, shapes, and oddities. Your body is not uniquely bad, nor would a good piercer make you feel unwelcome or uncomfortable with your body. If they do, however, DO NOT go through with the piercing. You should feel safe being pierced by somebody, and, indeed, that is the bare minimum.

If you use saline wash to clean piercings, you can DIY it. You will go through NeilMed like no other, and with it being $5USD a bottle, that price can rack up quickly. Make sure you use distilled water and non-iodized salt, though

If your piercing is infected, please don't be too ashamed to seek help. It's in your best interest to make sure you don't get ill or your site gets nasty ("nasty" as in painful)

These are just some of the things I've learned being a pierced person! My piercings are something I absolutely needed, and I do not for a minute regret having them. I want that same happiness to befall you, and that happens when you are able to understand a bit more what goes into piercings. You are, essentially, getting a new body part installed by a pro, and so I don't want you to not be ready for that.

Again, I am not a professional piercer, but am rather a body piercing enthusiast with many different types of piercings. I don't have every piercing, though, so please look at this critically for the piercing(s) that you want or have. At least, treat this like a soft suggestion or ways to help you brainstorm what you will find helpful.

More tips are obviously welcomed, especially if you yourself have more insight or expertise. Good luck to every pierced person or future pierced person reading this💛

[callmemaeverick]

The Inked Knight - The Spy Next Door Part IV

AN: Woot, Part 4. I swear I am going somehwere with this. This is my favourite one to write, cuz ever since I saw that scene in Casino Royale, I wanted to write it. Anywhoo.. here’s the next installment of our favourite gentleman Spy Next Door.  Part I, Part II, Part III

Fights in your area are nothing new.

Living close to an overpass meant that you share an area with a group of homeless people and while most of them were harmless, there were a few that tend to get rowdy.

It was supposed to be a quiet night.

Your shift for the day ended by 7 pm and you were grateful for the extra few hours to wind down before you went to sleep. Curled up in your favorite spot on your couch, you were engrossed in your most recent book when you heard the shouting.

There was a group of people gathered at the entrance of the building and from your vantage point,  you could make out the figures of some of your elderly neighbors and some strangers you didn’t recognize. You frowned, wondering what Mr. Jameson was doing up so late.

But then, you saw some movements and then came the startled screams. The next thing you knew, Mr. Jameson was on the ground.

You were out the door and down the stairs in an instant and when you got there, people were shouting, grabbing and pulling each other’s collars. It was total chaos and not for the first time, you were certain someone was going to get truly hurt.

So you acted. Without thinking.

“Call 911,” You whispered to Mrs. Rodriguez closest to you and jumped into the commotion. “Hey! Hey-hey-hey,” You exclaimed, putting yourself in between the squabbling group of men. “Whatever’s going on here, I’m pretty sure we can talk it out!”

A man from the gang, stepped forward, his eyes alight but hazy under the streetlight. “Why don’t you mind your own business, bitch?” His voice rang loud over the sizable group that had begun to gather. “This is between me and the old man.” From the looks of him, he was waiting for any chance of an easy fight.

You glanced at Mr Jameson behind you, still glaring daggers at the other man. The old man was none too different.

“Sir, there’s no need to talk to me like that.” You put on your best customer service voice. “Please calm down.”

The man took another step and invaded your personal space. Instantly, you could smell the liquor on his person. His eyes traveled up your body. “And what’re you gonna do if I don’t, Sweetheart?” He asked and behind him, some of his friends snickered.

Chills racked down your spine at the way he was leering and your voice wavered but you held firm. “Sir, please step back.”

The man did not move. Only inching closer.

"Sir, please,"

“She said step back!” Mr Jameson, having found his feet, shoved at the man’s shoulders and that’s when all hell broke loose. Before you knew it, both men grabbed each other once more and you found yourself sandwiched between the two.

You didn’t know how long you were stuck between them, trying to get them to stop. The others around you were grappling too. The loud noices, coupled with the overwhelming sense of being trapped sent warning signals to your claustrophobic brain. Panic seized your body and you gasped for air.

And then, like thunder, a voice boomed over the noise.

“Hey, FBI! Everybody step back!”

Just like that, the bodies parted and you felt Peter’s familiar presence right next to you. You thought he was working that night, but you were infinitely glad you were wrong.

“What’s going on here?” He asked, his voice different than normal. His stance was rigid and his gaze was hard, waiting for answers. He looked between Mr Jameson and the other man, but but not before you caught his eyes scanning you for injuries.

The air was tense as the three men stood off but thankfully, instead of escalating the situation further, the leader of group took one look at your neighbor's 6” figure and the badge on his hip, and decided most likely it was not worth it.

“Nothing, sir.” The man muttered. “Nothing at all.”

And that was it. The cops then arrived a few minutes too late and Peter stayed back to explain everything to them. Thankfully, everyone was let off with a stern warning and went on their separate ways.

The next few minutes were a blur as you hurriedly returned to your apartment, desperate for your safe haven. Curled up against the tiles, with the steady fall of water around you, you let it drown out all sensations.

That was how Peter found you, 10 minutes later, fully clothed and hunched over your knees.

"I can still smell the beer." The drunken man reeked of it.

There was a soft sigh and a rustle of fabric and then, the press of his right arm alongside your ribs. The warmth of his skin, different from the water sent goosebump up your own arms. He had shed his coat, but other than that he was fully clothed as well.

It had became a thing between the two of you, just sitting together in silence, skin touching, just breathing. Living alone in a different city was not always easy and while you would never admit it to anyone, you were starting to feel lonely. But that was before Peter arrived.

He moved, reaching up over his head to the ledge where you stored your soaps and shampoo. "Here," He handed you your body wash.

A flash of black caught your eyes and you stared as you took the bottle from him. You had seen them before, but mostly slivers whenever his sleeve was lifted whenever he moved or stretched. But this was the first time his tattoo was on full display to you.

"What?" Peter asked when he noticed your reaction.

“You uhh-..." Something foreign licked your insides when he moved and you saw the painted muscles of his forearms contract and release. How did you get that close? "I just… didn’t peg you for a sleeve ink kinda guy.”

They were beautiful. A series of geometric triangles running up his arm, giving an illusion of hard scales merging into some intricate design of a flower or a pointed star, blooming from the joint of his elbow.

You were mesmerized.

"I've always wanted them," He told you, turning his arms so you could see more. There were some more wrapping his bicep, still hidden by his shirt sleeves, and you found yourself more than a little curious to see them. "Started doodling in college and got them just before Quantico. Thought they'd look cool."

"They do," You blurted too quickly and blushed when Peter chuckled.

Silence blanketed you for a few beats, the only sound was the water drizzling over you both.

"You did good." Peter told you. "Tonight."

"I froze, Pete. It got intense and I froze. And to think I have years of experience handling people."

"Hey, it's one thing to handle a crisis on the phone. It's another to face it head on." He moved to capture hand. "Trust me. You did good."

You didn't really believe him, but you nodded nonetheless.

"C'mon. Let's get out of here."

You let him pull you up and turn off the shower. You stood quietly as he rummaged your cupboard and pulled out two clean and fluffy towels.

"Would you come back? After?" You asked as you took a towel from him. "I- I don't think I'll be sleeping anytime soon. We could watch a movie or something."

Peter smiled at you. "Yeah. Yeah, of course."

TBC Tagging: @strnqer @thefictionalgemini​ @bcon24​ @medievalfangirl​ @coldheartedmar​ @iamzuul​ @iamasimpingh0e​

[qwardivior]

DEMON BUSTERS!— Zenitsu Agatsuma

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Alright! It’s been awhile since the previous ad campaign but it’s finally here! (Fun fact, this was supposed to be out in time for Zenitsu’s birthday but uh…. yea). This time we’re gonna talk about Zenitsu! If you’re new here, in short this is a modern kny au where people have been dying to demon attacks at alarming rates, so the Demon Slayer Corps went through a massive update and rebrand in the 1980s and now they’re called the Demon Busters!

You can view the previous installment here!

—LORE DUMP INCOMING!—

Zenitsu gets quite the bad rep in this au. As one of the most disliked busters, it’s safe to say the public isn’t impressed by his service. Instead of comforting victims he’s screaming along with them! Plus his sleeping habits are the worst! I mean what kind of professional falls asleep on the job?! When they’re supposed to be protecting you from man-eating demons no less?! In fact it seems like he only puts on his brave face around the girls (any of his attempts at being “cool” fall flat on the floor.) But he’s trying his best! Honest!!

Like in canon, Zenitsu never even wanted to be a Buster in the first place. The only reason why he’s here is because his adoptive grandfather Kuwajima Jigoro decided that minimum wage jobs were not gonna cut it after he racked up some pretty intense debt trying to please one of his exes. After successfully completing the final selection, you’d think he’d gain some self-confidence or a back bone but nope! He actively runs from danger and tries (and fails) to pick up any girl that looks at him for more than 5 seconds. Hell, he even tried his best to pick up Nezuko, according to her, until he got his act together that wasn’t happening! But there’s more to him than what meets the eye.

In this au Zenitsu is often paired up with Inosuke (much to his chagrin) due to Tanjirou and Nezuko’s status as “part time busters”. He also ends up becoming friends with Kanao as well. Him and Nezuko’s relationship also isn’t as one sided mostly due to Nezuko keeping her sense of self. They get to know each other, become friends, fight demons together, and hey, maybe that leads to something more. But the most important change in this au is that Zenitsu is more actively pushed to better himself. He’s essentially forced (encouraged) by his friends to keep up with them and stand on his own two feet. He stops panicking at the mere echo of a demon, and learns how to fight when he’s awake much sooner. And who knew that once he learned how to be a reliable buster and stopped panicking like it was his first day on the job that his rating would go up?! Shocker, right?

Of course, his new found popularity didn’t stop anyone from looking at him sideways when they’d heard that (allegedly) somebody he knew was giving out Buster secrets to the demons for free. Naturally, Zenitsu thought they were targeting Tanjirou at first, but he quickly learned that wasn’t the case after a couple of odd “demon” sightings an one arrest later. The mole wasn’t related to Tanjirou at all! It was…someone else he knew. Just the thought of it makes his blood run cold, no one would stoop so low as to do that right? And he’s such a talented buster too… oh well. There wasn’t much he could do about it now. He just hoped that he could keep the people closest to him safe and alive…

Also did you know? Zenitsu is the first of Tanjirou’s friends to meet his mom! (And subsequently, the rest of the Kamados. Their bakery’s Danish is absolutely superb by the way!)

(P.S.: Photographer’s note here! No, we couldn’t stop him from posing like that. He was insistent that we “get his good side for the ladies”…)

———

Thanks for reading this lore dump! Despite all the ragging I did on him in this au, Zenitsu is actually one of my favorite characters and I honestly hated how he didn’t seem to get as much lasting character development throughout the manga as Tanjirou and Inosuke. I mean yeah, there was his fight in infinity castle, but throughout the plot nothing really changed for him. So in this au I wanted to correct that! I also wanted to make him and Nezuko’s ( eventual) romance more plausible and less weird. I know she eventually fell in love with him, but I really want to show that development now that Nezuko has a voice in this au. (Same for the other canon couples, but we’ll get to that later ;) ). As always thank you guys so much for your support on this silly au! See you guys in the next one!

[gummilutt]

Directory of downloads

Since Tumblr is now where I share my stuff when I do share, I suppose there will come a time when scrolling through would get tedious for you, the reader, and Origami suggested I make a directory post to make it easier for people to find what they may want. Great idea, so here we are :)

If you have problems the fastest way to reach me is through discord, my username is gummilutt. You can also find me in the discord server Sims Crafters (click for invite). DM here on tumblr on MTS will also work, but I make no promises about fast replies.

Policy is open, do what you like. A tag is always appreciated, because it is fun to see what people make with your work :)

I do not take requests, sorry :) I am however always happy to give advice on how to make something yourself, in the modding channel on SimsCrafters (invite above). If you aren't interested in learning to make what you want yourself, my advice is to use publicly available forums to post your ideas (Hacks & CC thread on MTS, ideas channel on Crafters etc), and if you are lucky a modder will see it, like it and make it.

Posing

Posebox base clone that can remember pose used

Mods

Custom memories library and object

Monique's computer update - price editing friendly

Modified Cyjon Loan Jar

Simulated sales in OFB business made optional and lot-based

Autonomous background crafting

AL Gear City window made closeable

Teleporters given age based & pet options

Updated Inge table and counter controller

Dressers require laundry Add-on for Sun & Mon Laundry Mod

Immersive pet treat giving

Optional autonomy for poker, pool and mahjong

No saturday landlord party in apartments

Landlord leaves leaf piles during autumn

Backrub gives comfort

Crystal ball computer dating service

Stuffed animal enabler and autonomy fix with traits incorporation

Teens and pregnant Sims do not drink autonomously

Towel rack dresser actions

Toddler memory nursery rhyme

Cat nip toy cleanup enabled teens/elder

Check out self on mirror enabled adult/elder

Pregnant Sim BV activity sanity - Log roll, axe throw, massage, hot spring and sauna changes

Takemizu ninja success chance raised to 75%

Uni skill scholarships lowered to 5 points

Sell lemonade want age restricted

Snuck out memory made repeatable

No autonomous cleaning of dishes/trash

Pet career wage edits

Slacker chance card edit

Debug "make harvestable" made more user friendly

No hunger decay for birds

Mod Objects and Edits

Teleporters given age-based options

Objects and recolors

H&M Banner default and recolors

Bodyshop content

Acne Taurus pantless heels

Raonjena 103 Pooklet recolor

Tutorials

Updating pre-AL pet food bowls for Midge's butler/nanny refill mod

Fixes of other peoples stuff

Simslice Beer Keg refillable and no family romance

BO's multi-key dorm door mod diagonal door add-on

Cyjon debugger menu fixed for non-english installations

Potty Fixes and Potty Use Bin mods merged for compatibility

For more of my creations I also have a library of 84 uploads over on MTS, mostly game mods with some bodyshop and the occasional lot sprinkled in. My username there is gummilutt :)

[mariacallous]

In early September, Warner Bros. released a teaser for A Minecraft Movie, the studio’s new film based on Mojang’s nearly 15-year-old sandbox game. Directed by Napoleon Dynamite helmer Jared Hess, it was, frankly, very goofy. Jack Black was Steve; Jason Momoa was sporting maybe the worst hairdo he’s ever had. Everyone involved, even the animated creatures, seemed to think they were in a different movie.

But that wasn’t what the trolls latched onto. Instead, they fixed on the fact that a Black woman—Orange Is the New Black’s Danielle Brooks—was in the Overworld.

As the trailer racked up dislikes, right-wing influencers like Elijah Schaffer and Nick Fuentes posted Brooks’ image next to disparaging comments and made references to “forced diversity” and “woke” Hollywood. It was Gamergate 2.0—a reimagining of the decade-old harassment campaign aimed at rallying against diversity, equity, and inclusion—but aimed at a kids’ movie, rather than a video game.

According to Wendy Via, cofounder and CEO of the Global Project Against Hate and Extremism, which just published a report looking at the far right’s racist comments about the trailer, the response comes from a new, and also quite old, playbook. “Large-scale campaigns against trailers specifically are a relatively new phenomenon, but attempting to frame ‘wokeness’ as an invisible enemy infiltrating the entertainment industry is not,” Via says.

Via points out that back in spring of 2023, the far-right X account End Wokeness made similar noise about a “Protect Trans Kids” flag that appeared briefly in the trailer for Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse. The goal of these campaigns is to target “spaces where young, white men are influenced,” like sci-fi movies and video games, which appeal to younger audiences, Via adds. “Providing racist and homophobic commentary on popular franchises through large social media platforms like Twitter and YouTube serves as an effective means to propagandize and recruit young people to hate movements.”

Take, for example, The Acolyte. Earlier this year, the Disney+ show found itself the target of fan backlash while star Amandla Stenberg was subjected to racist comments online. So, too, was Kelly Marie Tran, who played Rose Tico in the most recent Star Wars movie trilogy. The minimizing of her role in the last installment, The Rise of Skywalker, perhaps emboldened diversity detractors further.

Reception of The Acolyte seemed, almost, to be a solidification. Fan unrest in the Star Wars universe is a cousin to, if not a direct descendant of, Gamergate, and since former Trump White House strategist Steve Bannon harnessed the energy of that movement and used it to fuel the then burgeoning so-called alt-right, influencers have used similar tactics to convince aggrieved men that their games, their shows and movies, and their country are somehow being taken from them.

By the time the Minecraft Movie trailer dropped, the script was already set. Influencers just had to pick which lines to say.

Whereas 2014’s rallying cry was a more broadly misogynistic, racist one, the Gamergate of 2024 seems focused on the idea of the “DEI hire”—a woman, LGBTQ+ or BIPOC person who ends up blamed for “ruining” something. Pundits used this language to attack Vice President Kamala Harris. Right-wing talking heads pointed the finger at female Secret Service agents for not fully protecting Trump during the July attempt on his life. Fans have lobbed it at the inclusion of a Black samurai in Assassin’s Creed Shadows.

Campaigning against diversity in games came into particular focus earlier this year when Sweet Baby Inc., a Canadian consultancy, became the focus of a group of players upset at what they viewed as the “wokeification” of video games. Online harassment of the company’s employees hit new heights last winter when a Steam curation group called Sweet Baby Inc Detected popped up purporting to list all the games the company had advised on, giving people an easy way to boycott certain titles or post bad reviews of them. Even though the company hadn’t touched several of the games, and as founder Kim Belair told WIRED this winter, the company “[doesn’t] want forced diversification either,” the harassing comments continued for months.

On September 4, the same day the Minecraft Movie trailer went up, the US Department of Justice unsealed an indictment against two employees of the state-backed Russian news network RT, in which it alleged that they had secretly funded the right-wing influencer network Tenet Media. The DOJ accused the company of posting content full of Kremlin-approved talking points, though individual influencers working for Tenet say they knew nothing about the ties to Russia and are not accused of wrongdoing. A WIRED analysis of Tenet’s videos, since taken down by YouTube, found several frequently used three-word phrases. Among them: “Black Lives Matter,” “diversity equity inclusion,” and “Sweet Baby Inc.”

Into this firestorm landed Minecraft. As Adrienne Massanari, an associate professor at American University’s school of communications and author of the forthcoming book Gaming Democracy: How Silicon Valley Leveled Up the Far Right, points out, Minecraft (the gaming platform), already had some right-leaning fans. Its creator, Markus “Notch” Persson, who sold Mojang to Microsoft for $2.5 billion in 2014, has sent some dumb tweets about race, and Minecraft “has a reputation for being connected to the far-right pipeline,” Massanari says. Being based on a game connects the Minecraft Movie to Gamergate-like responses in some ways, but it’s also possible that a movie based on “this particular game,” she adds, has activated a certain kind of fan.

Back in August, Deadline reported The Acolyte would not be getting a second season. It was, Stenberg would later say, “not a huge shock” considering the response online. Other reports claimed it didn’t get a second season because it was expensive and didn’t attract a huge viewership. Regardless of the reason, Via says the far right saw it as a victory of the “go woke, go broke” narrative they’ve been pushing.

“Going after The Minecraft Movie may be an attempt to recreate this ‘victory’ and provide the far right with the opportunity to craft the narrative about a series or film themselves,” Via says. “If Minecraft were to perform poorly at the box office, they could point to “diversity” as a reason for its failure and justify petitioning for more media that excludes everyone but straight, white men.”

[pilesofpillows]

Worship (A Litany of Praise) || Okoye x Attuma One-Shot

Read it here on AO3

Warnings: Smut (18+), NSFW, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, PWP, Body Worship

A/N 1: I'm back on my demon time and @theemfingmenace & @theeblackmedusa can be blamed for this. 😁

A/N 2: This here prompt + Discord shenanigans are also responsible

Summary: Okoye shows her appreciation for her husband with a little lip service.

Tags: @theeblackmedusa @xblackreader @impremenior @mickimomo @karimk2 @mamajankyy @tvreadsandsleep @theemfingmenace @sphinx81

Word Count: 2k

Attuma entered the home he shared with his wife, unsurprised by the silence.

It was late, and he was early.

The mission he’d been tasked with leading had gone smoothly, and he’d been able to pass off debriefing K’uk’ulkan to Namora. He’d left their múuch' off the coast of Brazil and swam straight for home, summoning Tabai as he crossed the Atlantic. They’d swum swiftly, using the deeper currents to their advantage, nearly doubling their speed. Upon arriving in Wakanda, Attuma had waved to the Border Guard as he’d passed through and arrived home in the dark of night. 

He stripped off his armor in the entryway, quietly storing it on the custom rack Okoye had installed for him, and padded down the hall on quiet feet, heading for their bedroom. Opening the door, he was greeted by his wife’s deep breathing as she slumbered soundly. Attuma stood transfixed in the doorway, taking in her beauty in the pale moonlight. 

It was a sight he would never tire of. 

Shaking himself from his trance, he slipped into the bathroom and prepared himself for sleep, changing from his loincloth to a simple pair of loose shorts his wife called boxers. They were strange but comfortable, and he’d grown to like them in the time they’d been together. 

Attuma exited the bathroom and made his way to their bed, listening to the sound of his love’s heart. He lowered himself onto the bed slowly, not wanting to wake her. She shifted unconsciously to make room for him and folded herself into his arms the moment he settled on his back. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her closer, relishing how she nuzzled into him. 

“Welcome home, my love,” came the sleepy whisper, followed by a kiss to his chest. Her hand rubbed his abdomen, tracing over the ridges of his scars before she faded back into her dreams. 

Attuma smiled and pressed his lips to her forehead, letting the steady beat of her heart lull him to sleep. 

~~~

He woke to the feeling of gentle kisses being peppered across his face and Okoye’s toned thighs straddling his waist. 

“Molo ngalentsasa, myeni.” She called softly to him, summoning him into wakefulness. 

He blinked slowly, Okoye’s face coming into focus as his vision cleared. She smiled down at him, the sun streaming through the window casting her in an ethereal light.

“Good morning to you, umfazi,” he husked, voice still rough from sleep. Attuma’s hands found their way to her waist and back, stroking the skin beneath her silk tank top. 

Okoye’s fingers traced along the edges of his gill rebreathers as she ghosted kisses along his cheeks. She pressed their lips together through the thin membrane of his rebreather, and he craned his neck to feel her better. Okoye drew back and giggled when he swore under his breath. Cupping the back of his neck, she gently pulled his rebreather off and set it on the bedside table. 

Dipping back down, Okoye captured his lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Her lips were soft and sweet, caressing and massaging his own as they spoke a thousand silent words of love between them. Her hands wound themselves in his hair while he tightened his grip on her waist, pressing them closer with a hand along her back. 

He felt himself hardening as their kisses grew in intensity. Okoye ground her hips down, pushing him back as he moved to sit up. She moaned into his mouth as his hands traversed down her back to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. Attuma echoed the sweet sound as Okoye nibbled and sucked on his lips, rolling her hips into his stiffness. 

He made to roll them over, but the tightening of her knees around his waist stopped him once again. Attuma pulled back from her mouth, looking at her quizzically. 

“In yakunaj?”

“Patience, Nacom,” she teased with a grin. “Allow your wife to show you her love, hm?”

Attuma was confused by her statement. There was never a question of her love.  “In K’iino, your love is more than evident. There is-”

She silenced his protests with an ardent kiss, leaving him breathless when she pulled away. He chased after her lips, but she ducked her head to the underside of his jaw, sucking a bruise into the sensitive skin of his throat. “I missed you, sithandwa sam,” His beloved whispered against his neck. “Mandikubonise ukuba yimalini? [Let me show you how much?].”

Okoye perched on top of him like a panther; her head tilted in askance, a leonine grin painted on her lips. Attuma nodded slowly, then groaned as she moved to mouth at his neck, running her tongue around the edge of his gill rebreathers. His hands flexed on her hips, grinding up into her heated center. She let out a pleased hum and rocked into him.

“My strong husband.” Okoye trailed kisses across his collarbones, crossing from one rebreather to the other. He inhaled sharply as she ran her tongue across a small scar he’d received while training. “Your strength is a marvel to me. I’ve never felt safer than in the cradle of your arms.”

His hands roamed the satin skin of her thighs as her kisses traveled downward, her hands following after. She flattened her palms against his chest, lightly dragging her nails against his skin, leaving lavender lines in her wake. Attuma’s breath stuttered as Okoye traced her tongue along one line, following its path over his pectoral. 

“My loving husband,” she whispered over his heart, pressing her lips to his chest. “The depth of your love astounds me. Never have I been loved so wholly, so reverently.” 

Her tongue flicked upward to his nipple, swirling around it and then nibbling gently. Groaning as her hand mirrored the actions of her mouth, Attuma’s fingers curled into the backside of her thighs as his hips bucked into her stomach. Okoye released the tight bud, an adoring smile on her face. 

She returned her mouth to his body, trailing back and forth across his chest, murmuring praises of his honor, courage, and prowess as she slid languidly down the bed. As she moved lower, she shifted their positions, nudging his legs apart with her knees and resting her body in the cradle of his thighs. Her sweet lips and nimble hands searched out every scar, showering it with tender affection. 

Attuma thought he might die. 

Then, she came to his wayob ts’oy. 

Ten scars, representing ten successful hunts before he'd been named nacom. Etched into his skin, they represented the ferocity of the animal he emulated in every battle. And his wife, his fierce, passionate, amorous wife, worshipped each one.

Okoye kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled on every scar, her hands tracing the smaller, trivial scars scattered along his sides and hips, fingers dipping below his boxers, lightly pressing on his groin. Attuma groaned, low and long. The feeling of her mouth consumed his every thought, and his abdomen rippled with every brush of her tongue against the raised flesh. Hands that once rested on her shoulders curled into fists at his side, clenching with every nip of her teeth. He was nearly undone. 

“Okoye, in yakunaj, béet,” he pleaded, breathless and violet from her attentions. “If you do not stop, I fear I will not last. I will spill into my pants like a táankelem. [young boy].”

“Well, I would hate for that to happen.” His wife smirked sinfully, looking up at him with eyes darkened with lust. She sat back on her knees, fingering the band of his boxers. “Nyusa, sithandwa.” Attuma swallowed and lifted his hips, biting back a gasp as she quickly discarded his undergarments and wrapped her hand around the base of his manhood.  “I plan for you to spill down my throat,” she husked, ducking down to take the tip of him into her mouth. 

His efforts to hold back the sounds of his pleasure were futile as she sucked ardently on the head of his cock, hollowing her cheeks around him. Okoye moaned around him, sending a trill of pleasure up his spine. She released him with a soft pop, and he growled out a string of curses. His devious wife grinned up at him, working her hand up and down his shaft, swiping her thumb over his leaking crown. 

Okoye bowed her head, brown eyes never leaving his as she pressed her plump lips his bulbous tip, swirling her tongue around him. Attuma blew out a harsh breath as she tilted her head, slathering wet kisses down either side of his cock. He unfurled one fist, gripping the back of her neck lightly, trying to retain some control. Watching as she pressed her tongue against the throbbing vein on the underside of his shaft, he groaned as she licked a stripe up his length, sucking him into her mouth again when she reached his crown. Her lips formed a tight seal around him, trapping him in a vacuum of sweet, wet suction, and he couldn’t stop the sharp jerk of his hips as she began to take him deeper with every bob of her head. Her hand was fisted around the base of his length, squeezing as she twisted her wrist, adding to the heady pleasure of her mouth. 

Okoye pulled her head back, releasing him, and Attuma trembled, confused yet grateful for the brief respite. 

His relief did not last long. 

Attuma let out a surprised shout as Okoye dipped her head down to his inner thigh, licking his oldest, most tender scar. The mark of his manhood, given to him by K’uk’ulkan himself when he’d first picked up his scythe. His grip on her neck tightened as his wife sucked the marred skin into her mouth, showering it with the same ardent attention as she had all the others before licking her way back to his cock.

“Didn’t want you to think I’d forgotten this one,” she murmured against him, one hand resting on his thigh, thumb pressing gently on the mark. The other hand came to cup his sack, rolling his bollocks gently before sucking one and then both into her warm, wet mouth. She laved at them, flashing him with the pink of her tongue as she swept the sinful muscle around each one. 

Attuma fisted the sheets and opened his mouth to answer but could only choke out a strangled moan of her name, tossing his head back as she moved from his stones to the head of his cock, sucking him back into her mouth and taking the full length down her throat without stopping. His eyes rolled back into his head, feeling her soft breaths against his pelvis, the velvet heat of her throat constricting around him. He panted, almost delirious, as Okoye hummed low in her throat, causing his toes to curl as he bucked into her mouth. 

He slid his hand up her neck to the back of her head, fucking her throat shallowly, on the very edge of combusting. Opening his eyes, Attuma looked down to see hers locked firmly on his face. He lost himself in the dark pools and his hips bucked almost uncontrollably into her mouth. Okoye tightened her grip on his thigh, digging her nails into his skin and scar, and swallowed around his cock.

Attuma’s hips stuttered at the potent flash of pain and pleasure, and he exploded with a guttural roar, spilling his release down her throat. Okoye pulled back as he pulsed, holding him in her mouth as his seed pooled, and he twitched with the completion of his climax. 

She released his cock, swallowing the last of his seed, licking her lips as she sat back up. Attuma lay boneless, trying to catch his breath, watching in wonder as the other half of his soul wiped the corners of her mouth with her thumb. 

The temptress he called wife crawled up his body and kissed him gently, smiling as their lips parted.

“Welcome home, my love.”

Hope you enjoyed it! Lemme know if you wanna be added to my tag list 💕💕💕

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Sanctuary

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open! And I AM SO SORRY! Happy Holidays!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Flee

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Hi Lila.”  

Lila stood in the doorway for a second, not sure what to say.  “Umm, would you like to come in?”  

“Thank you.”  Belle made her way inside her former apartment and looked around.  “You haven’t changed much.”  

“No, not really.  Been working a lot so I’m hardly here.”  Lila fidgeted before she blurted out, “why are you here?” 

Belle didn’t move.  She tried to open her mouth and speak but all that came out was a sob.  Her entire body began to shake with the tears that had been waiting to be released.  Lila came over to hold Belle as sob after sob tore through her chest. “It’s ok sweetie, I’m here.”  

“Lila, I was so stupid,” she wailed. Her heart was broken.  And all it wanted was the one person who broke her heart and her trust.  

“Its ok, babe.  C’mon sit down. Tell me everything.”  

Bucky was on at the computer trying to track Belle.  “Stupid glasses,” he muttered.  While at the time it seemed like a good idea, Tony’s glasses that he made for Belle were now the hindrance to finding her. He sighed and looked over to see Steve passed out on the couch, Belle’s sweater in his hands.  

He felt his phone buzz and saw a notification.  

DOORBELL RINGING 

“What the hell?”  He clicked on the notification and saw a video from a camera.  At first the person at the door was fuzzy but then the glasses came off and he gasped.  Belle.  He was racking his brain until it dawned on him.  Lila.  

Bucky remembered he had installed a doorbell camera to Lila’s apartment while Belle was still living there.  He hadn’t mentioned it since he hadn’t wanted to spook the girls.  He decided to try and talk to Belle first and hopefully convince her to come home.  He went out the service elevator to the garage, leaving his best friend resting.  

Belle finally calmed and told Lila everything. “Lila, how could I have been so naïve?  He lied; he could have told me.”  

“I know but look at it rationally Belle, he was trying to protect you. Maybe he went about it the wrong way but I think he had your best interest at heart.”  

Belle snorted.  “Right.  Because leaving in the dark was so smart.”  

“Belle,” Lila sighed, “your dad left you in the dark. Everyone did. I mean, how are you not mad at your dad?” 

“Because I was a kid! I already lost my parents, and he was everything when I had…” she sobbed, “I had nothing.” She wiped her eyes. “Steve’s supposed to be my family. How am I supposed to trust him?”   

“I guess that is the ultimate question.” A knock on the door made Lila look.  “Just give me a sec.” Lila went to the door and opened.  “What are you doing here?” 

“I need to talk to her.”  

“No.”  

“Delilah, please.  I need to know she’s safe.”  

“She is safe.  You guys are the ones…” 

“You don’t know the whole story Li. Please give me five minutes.”  

Lila studied her ex.  “Five.”  She opened the door wider and let him in.  

Belle had been in her own little world before she heard her name.  She whipped around.  “Bucky?! What are…” 

“Please sweetheart.  Just hear me out.”  

“No.  You lied.”  

“I didn’t lie.”  

“Fine you kept the truth. Same thing.” She rolled her eyes and turned away from him.  

“Belle, I’m so sorry.  You’re right, ok?  But honestly, this was the reason why we didn’t want to tell you.  The fear of the unknown. Hey?” He lifted her chin, “you know I would do anything to protect you right?” 

He watched a tear fall.  “I know. I just wish he wouldn’t have lied.” Belle leaned forward and buried her head in Bucky’s chest, her chest racking with sobs. Bucky understood, this wasn’t about her history.  It was the lack of honest information. He held her at he looked at his ex.  She was looking worried, having never seen her friend like this for a while. When she looked at him, he could see she was anxious and remorseful. “Li?” 

“I just… I’m sorry.  For how I acted.  For how I treated all of you.  She’s my best friend and my twisted way of thinking made me miss everything. I missed you.”  

“Oh. Umm,” Bucky was unsure how to proceed.  He had missed Lila as well, but his mind was on protecting Belle first. “Look Li, we need to talk about this but I need to protect her first. I really do miss you as well. I just, I need to look after her.”  

“I understand.”   

“Belle, let me take you to a safe place ok? Not to Steve, not yet.  I get it, you need time but I also need you safe.”   

Belle didn’t move. Bucky lifted her bridal style as he looked down to see Belle asleep against him, exhaustion from running taking over.  He pulled out a phone and made a call.  “Diskant, I need a car.” He gave the address.  “I’m sorry Li, I need to take her.”  

“Where are you going?” 

“Brooklyn.  I’ve got an apartment there.” She just needs to rest. He leaned over to kiss her cheek. “We’ll talk ok?” 

She smiled.  “Ok.  Just, don’t let anything happen to her.  She’s precious.”  

“I promise.”  He walked out to meet security.   

Lila watched him from the door until he disappeared into the elevator.  She pulled out her phone and placed a call.  

“Brooklyn. He’s taking her to Brooklyn.”  

Belle opened her eyes to see an unfamiliar room and she bolted up. She was still dressed, for which she was grateful for, but she had no idea where she was.  She had never been in this room, and she scrambled out of bed.  She looked out the window to see Brooklyn but before she could get her bearings, the door opened softly.  “Belle?” 

She breathed a sigh of relief.  “Bucky.”  

“Good, you’re awake.”  He entered the room with a mug of coffee and some toast. “How are you feeling?” 

“Confused.  I can see we are in Brooklyn but where are we?” 

Bucky chuckled.  “My apartment.” He could see the confusion on her face.  “Did you think if I found a girl, I would just move her in with you and Steve?”  

“Frankly, yes.” She giggled.  “Thought we were one big happy family.”  

“Well, we are but I had this place just in case my dame and I wanted a place of our own.”  

“That’s fair.”  She follows him to the living room, noting the spacious room and minimalist furniture. “It’s beautiful.”  

“Thanks.” He patted the seat next to him and she sat.  “So, what’s your plan now?” 

“Dunno.”  She leaned back and looked to the ceiling.  “Does he know I’m here?” 

“Not yet.  Wanted to see what you wanted to do.” He studied her as she continued to look at the ceiling.  “If you really want to leave, I’ll help.  Told that punk to tell you but he didn’t listen.  Should’ve done it myself but I really thought I was doing the right thing.”  

“I know,” she said after a minute. “What time is it?” 

“About four.  You slept all day.”  

“Can we go for a walk?  I just wanna get some air.”  

“Sure, but Paul’s coming as well.  He’ll walk behind, just to keep ya safe.”  She nodded and went to the door to pull her shoes on. “Don’t forget your glasses.”  

The walked around the neighborhood, each pointing out a place that was special to each other.  They stopped for a slice before heading back to the apartment.  “So, I know you don’t know what you want to do but I need you to take this.”  He handed what looked like a car lock to her.  

“What is it?” 

“Panic button.  If something happens it will send a GPS signal to the penthouse and alert us.  I’m not comfortable leavin' ya on your own.”  

“Do I have to leave?  I mean…” 

“No, ya don’t,” Bucky’s accent coming in thick.  “But I want ya ta know that I’ll always take care of you.”  

Belle’s lower lip wobbled but she didn’t cry.  She pocketed the device and took his hand.  “Drink?” 

“Sure.”  They headed to a local dive; Paul ever vigilant behind.  They slid into a booth near the back with Bucky sitting with eyes on the door.  “If you had to choose…” 

“Whiskey sour." She smiled.  “I like the occasional hard stuff.”  

“Alright, stay here.” Bucky went to the bar to get a drink.  He looked back to see a man leering at Belle.  He walked back, placing himself between them.  “Need something pal?” 

“Just talking to this little pretty bird.” The man was large but when Bucky flashed his black metal fist, he slowly back away.  “See you around pretty bird.”  

Bucky then sat next to Belle.  “You ok?” 

“Yeah.  Haven’t been hit on for a while.” She gave a half smile as a waitress brought the drinks.  They sat, listening to the jukebox.  

“If you went back,” Bucky started, “would you be able to forgive Steve?” 

Belle looked at him.  “You already know I’ve started to forgive him.” 

“I know,” he replied with a soft smile.  “Just wanted you to admit it.”  

She sighed.  “Do you think I’m overreacting?” 

“No.  It’s a lot.  I never had the chance to meet your dad, but I did my research.  He was a good man. Always wanting to do the right thing, even if it meant lying to protect the people he loved.”  He gave her a knowing look.  

“I hate you,” she mumbled while he laughed. She drained her glass.  “Think you could take me home?” 

“Home?” 

“Yeah, I want to see my husband.” She smiled. “I think I can talk to him rationally now.” 

Bucky kissed the top of her head.  “Good. C’mon short stuff, let’s get you home.”  He signaled to Paul. He threw some money down and headed out. As they walked, he pulled the glasses off her eyes.  “Stark did good.  Couldn’t find ya till ya hit the doorbell at Lila’s.”  

“Was wondering how you did…” she started when Paul yelled out.  

“Bucky! Get down!” Paul drew his weapon and fired as the first shots rang out.   

Bucky covered Belle but was hit. He collapsed on top of her, blood seeping.  “Belle, run,” he whispered.  

“Bucky! No!” 

“Run! Push the button and run!” He manages to pull himself up and draw his weapon and fired back.  Belle watched as Paul was hit and goes down.  

“Go now!” Bucky pushed her to the alley way to cover.  She reached into her pocket and pushed the button as another round came their way. She dropped the device as Bucky took the round to the shoulder in shielding her.  He handed her a phone.  “Call Steve.  He’ll find you. Go!” 

“Bucky!” 

“Run!” 

Belle ran down the alley as she looked for a place to hide.  

In the tower, Steve was trying Bucky again, not understanding the note he left.  

Have an idea.  Will be back.  

“Steve, you are making me dizzy,” Nat said.  She checked the computer again. “FRIDAY still doesn’t have any hits.”  

“God, she’s out there all alone.”  Steve ran a hand through his hair.  

“She’s being smart.  If we can’t find, neither can they.”  

Suddenly the computer flashed a red message: Panic Button Activated 

“What the fuck?” A geo-tag popped up and it pinned in Brooklyn. 

“FRIDAY see if there is surveillance,” Steve ordered. “Sam...” 

“I’m on it.”  He jumped out the window and his wings extended as Nat had Friday send him the coordinates.  

“Captain, video online,” FRIDAY said.  

It was grainy footage outside a bar in Brooklyn.  Several bodies were on the floor as flashing lights were in the background. One of the lights flashed and he saw Paul’s face.  “Shit!” 

“That’s Paul, but who’s that farther down,” Nat asked.  

The zoomed over and saw Bucky laying on the floor.  “Bucky!” He saw he was still breathing but shallow.  He was moving his hands.  “What is that?” 

Nat zoomed more and saw the movement.  “He’s signing." 

B-E-L-L-E-D-A-N-G-E-R 

“Belle’s in danger.” Steve breathed out, starting to lose focus when his phone rang. 

Running through the streets of Brooklyn, Belle never imagined her life would turn out like this.  Her past, her history had been leading to this.  A history she was unaware of until just a few days ago. She was so angry at everyone.  Steve, Tony, Bucky, Sam, Nat, all of them kept it from her.  So, she ran.  Now, she just wanted to be home, safe in Steve’s arms.  But she ran.  Why oh why did she run?  

She found a diner and tried to calmly enter and sit in the back, low.  She knew she needed to become inconspicuous, so she pulled her dark hair into the hood of her sweater, tapped the glasses that Tony had given her to change her eye color and look at her phone.  It still had blood on it from where it splattered on her.  “Bucky,” she whispered.  Bucky shielded her when they were attacked.  She had remembered to push her panic button but who knew if Clint or Steve was watching for it. She had dropped it when she started to run, hoping it would save him.  

She scrolled to Steve’s number.  “Please pick up,” she whispered.  

Steve’s deep timbre answered. Isabella?  Where are you? 

“Steve.  I’m in a diner in Brooklyn.  Uh,” she looked around, “Sheila’s on 10th.  Steve, Bucky…” she sobbed. The tears just streamed down her face.  

Belle, we’re on the way.  Just stay low.  I’m coming for you baby.  

“Steve, I’m so scared.”  

I know baby, but I’m coming. I love you. 

“I love you too.  I’m sorry I ran.  Please… No!”  She screamed as a hand grabbed her, dropping the phone. One man held her, covering her mouth.  

Belle?! Isabella?! Steve was yelling in the phone, frantic.  He heard movement.  

A second man picked up the phone.  “You want her, Captain? Come get her.” 

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USS Durik (DE-666) seen from overhead, probably in June 1944. A Buckley-class destroyer escort, Durik's career lasted only from March 1944 until June 1946 - a common feature in the histories of ships from wartime construction efforts. Unfortunate though it may seem, there realistically was not a role for many of these vessels after WWII. Their proliferation throughout navies aligned with the US and NATO during the 1950s and later was a direct result of the USN's surplus, and the silver lining in all of it is that many war construction ships - particularly escorts, tugs, and minesweepers - had much longer careers outside of the US than they ever would have had in USN service. Durik was not one of those though; her career featured a back-and-forth series of assignments, first as a convoy escort, then as a training ship for Pre-Commissioning Units (PCUs - crews assigned to ships that were not yet complete), then again as a convoy escort, and then again as a school ship - but for officers. Her final assignment was as a plane guard for trainee pilots flying off escort carriers in Florida.

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This view of Durik phenomenally illustrates the anti-aircraft and ASW focus of DE armament from 1944-45. As built, she carried a triple torpedo tube between the stack and the quadruple 1.1" anti-aircraft mount at the aft end of her deckhouse. Here, it has been completely replaced by ready ammunition lockers and the four singe 40mm Bofors mounts sponsoned off the deckhouse. Many DEs had two twin 40mm mounts instead. The 40s augmented the stopping power of the 1.1", which was also replaced on a number of ships with a quad 40mm. The 20mm battery appears to be the original eight guns - two on the stern, two flanking the bridge, and four in individual sponsons abaft the stack. A trio of 3"/50 dual-purpose guns, two forward and one aft, round out her gun outfit. The two long racks running off her stern are for depth charge roll-off, while the eight shorter racks installed four per side around the aft 3" gun tub each service a K-gun depth charge projector.

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Fencing erected at White House, VP residence as D.C. braces for unrest

Rings of new security fencing enveloped the White House, U.S. Capitol and Vice President Kamala Harris’s residence on Sunday as federal and District authorities braced for potential unrest in Washington following Tuesday’s presidential election.

For weeks, D.C. officials have sent messages of reassurance to residents and businesses still scarred by damage incurred during some 2020 racial justice and post-election protests. Authorities know of no credible threats, Washington’s police chief said at a news conference, adding there is “no need for any alarm.”

Still, signs of caution proliferated this weekend, as the Secret Service erected new, eight-foot-high metal fences around the White House and Treasury Department complex, and adjacent parts of Lafayette Square, as well as outside the Naval Observatory grounds and Harris’s residence. The Capitol reintroduced temporary bicycle-rack barriers posted with signs stating, “Police Line: Do not cross,” surrounding its perimeter. The agency also is installing physical security measures outside the West Palm Beach, Florida, convention center where Donald Trump will hold his election-night party, not far from his residence at Mar-a-Lago.

“The Secret Service is working closely with federal, state and local partners in Washington, DC and Palm Beach County, Florida to ensure heightened levels of Election Day safety and security,” the agency said in a statement Sunday. “These enhancements are not in response to any specific issue but are part of wide ranging public safety preparations for Tuesday’s election.”