#Digital filling system

[adinathinternationalindia]

Automatic Digital (Electronic) Liquid Filling Machine

Automatic Digital (Electronic) Liquid Filling Machine, Model AI-DF: Containers moving on SS Slat conveyor, feed below the filling nozzles through a settable twin pneumatically operated stopper system. The twin pneumatically operated stopper system and reciprocating nozzles can precisely match for centring of container below nozzles, to avoid spillage of liquid on container. To minimize foaming adjustable nozzle will reciprocate according to filling dose, nozzle will go upwards from bottom level of bottle towards neck during filling. The Digital filling system arrangement is standard features of the machine. The motor for filling is servo drive and conveyor drive are AC Motor with synchronized variable AC Frequency Drive. PLC Controller provided to set fill volume, speed of conveyor and set fill timing this means fill size can be easily set

[littlebreadrolls]

I went back and colored it properly. Also, I just discovered the joys of shading with the fill bucket and oh my God?? I'm unstoppable now, it's over for you bitches

[katetorias]

the sys is feeling some internal emotions lately, reminded me of my sister. drew this. I imagine we’d dress like this to go to church.

yes this is life is strange related but pls keep in mind this is system art, and is personal to me as an alter. 🧶

[slyandthefamilybook]

the internet was a mistake

[seraphim-soulmate]

IM AUTISTIC !!!!!! *BLASTS YOU AWAY WITH MY AUTISM*

[crazy-hazy-sims]

Hey everyone it seems there a malicious individual trying to hack the sims cc community again and fill it with malware you need to stay vigilant as a creator and a downloader so

i have some tips for both to stay safe while downloading:

1- sims cc file extension is always .Package never download anything that is .exe

2- do not auto unpack zip files and rar files into your mods folder directly, open each zip or rar individually check the file extensions and drag them to your mods folder one by one

3- the only mods that have a .ts4script extension are ones that affect gameplay or how the game works, understand that if you are downloading cas or bb items you shouldn't have a .ts4script file

4- if you are downloading gameplay mods that do have .ts4script make sure that A) the creator hasn't announced on their pages that its infected B) you are downloading from a link provided by the creator of the mods themselves not something off of google or a link you got sent and make sure dates of upload match dated of announcements

5- if the mod or cc creator has retired and hasn't posted for a while LOOK AT THE DATES OF THE UPLOAD if it has been "updated recently" after the creator has left the community its most likely re-uploaded by a hacker and infected

6- download mod gaurd by Twisted mexi and keep it updated and keep your windows defender or malware detector Program up to date and always running do not disable it

7- make sure everything you download comes from a direct link from the cc creator, in this day and age do not trust link shortners, adfly, linkverse, etc get the universal bypass extension and ublock extension to stay safe but genuinely NEVER CLICK ON THOSE no matter how much the creator reassures you its safe it. is. NOT.

8- this is more of a general saftey precaution but, create a system restore point weekly before you run the game with new mods that way if anything happens you could have a chance to restore your windows to an earlier date before you downloaded anything.

9- BACK UP YOUR SHIT im serious right now either weekly or monthly put your files somewhere safe like a usb a storage card a hard drive even an online cloud if you dont have any of the previous.

10- files you should back up are your media from games and media everything else, any mods, games saves, work files, passwords, saved bookmarks, any documents txt files word files pdfs, links you saved, brushes or actions for Photoshop if you have any, any digital bills or certificates if you have any, and keep a physical list of all programs you have installed and where you installed them from

11- turn on any 2 factor authentication and security measures for any account you have

12- google and firefox have the option to check your paswords and emails against any data leaks USE THIS FEATURE and change any leaked passwords

13- regularly check your logged in sessions to make sure all the logged in devices or computers are yours and log out any that aren't and any old devices or unused sessions do this for every website and app you have an account on if available

14- change your passwords often. I know this is a hassle i know its hard to come up with new passwords but changing your passwords every few months will help you against anything mention previously that wasn't detected.

15- and as a cc creator check your cc and the accounts you host cc on and its uplaod and update dates make sure nothing has been changed without your permission :(

16- generally try not to get swept up in the "i must get it" fever you do not need to "shop" for mods weekly or monthly you do not need to download everything by that one creator you do not need to download new cc everytime you want to make a sim, im guilty of this so i know how hard it is to resist but take a breath and think "do i want this or do i need it" before downloading.

These are prevention methods i cant claim they are 100% will prevent any hacking but its better to be safe than sorry and these do keep you safe so

Brought to you by someone who has had their laptop ruined and data leaked from downloading cc once upon a time

[makingqueerhistory]

Reminder to Request Queer Books from your Local Library

If you're panicking about the state of the world, one of the easiest ways to make a difference right now is engaging with your library.

There is a reason that libraries are targetted by fascists. They are sites of immesurable power. Both just on their own, and also because of their patrons. So first step is, if you haven't, sign up for a library card ASAP.

Next, find out how your library takes requests (almost all libraries do), and start filling out the forms. Make it a ritual, go through queer books that interest you (here is an affiliate link for 165 queer books to get you started), and request as many as you can. It also helps if you take queer books out. Both digitally and physically.

Many libraries have a system in place where they have to rebuy the rights to a digital copy of a book after a certain amount of borrows. This is not contingent on you reading every single book you check out. No one will know if you read it or not. Though, I will admit that reading the books is also a good strategy to keep you invested in this very important discussion.

Regardless of your personal reading habits, you have space to make real change in your community with just a small amount of effort. Borrowing and requesting queer books backs up the irrefutable fact that queer stories are worth telling, and it pays queer authors for their work. I will say it until my face is blue, request queer books, read queer books, and engage with your local library.

[lulusbinky]

♡ tips for littles without a cg༅

paw print: this is my first agere post, i hope it isnt bad!! 🐾

♡ self-made reward system ──୨ৎ── set up small rewards for yourself!! so when you do something like finishing a coloring page, drinking enough water, or cleaning your room you can reward yourself! some ideas can be using a sticker chart, having a little box of treats, or scratch off cards! you can make those yourself and put them into a box and pick out one and scratch it off to see your reward!༅

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♡ regression box ──୨ৎ── prepare a box with stuff like snacks, easy-to-use utensils, little clothes, and comforting items so you don’t have to struggle with decision-making or getting things when regressed!༅

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♡ caregiver substitute ──୨ৎ── give a stuffed animal the role of a “caregiver substitute”! talk to it, bring it with you, do little activities with it like reading a book, etc!! it can just watch over you as well!༅

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♡ fictional caregiver ──୨ৎ── you can pick a fictional character that you find comfort in and make them your caregiver!༅

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♡ self encouragement letters ──୨ৎ── write a short, kind message to yourself in a playful or nurturing tone, when your big to little you!༅

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♡ digital little space ──୨ৎ── create an “agere corner” on your phone, like a folder filled with cute apps/games that bring comfort!༅

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♡ asmr ──୨ৎ── asmr can be really helpful! there are many that are just babying and some made just for agere! just search for it on youtube and find a video you like! there are bedtime story ones too for when you dont have anyone to help tuck you in༅

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♡ regressive journaling ──୨ৎ── make a little journal using crayons or stickers! and instead of big longg word entries, try drawing emotions, scribbling thoughts, or using stickers to make a story!༅

[fanhackers]

[Survey] Content Management on Archive of Our Own

Carol Zhang, a second year Masters of Digital Arts and Humanities student at the University of British Columbia Okanagan is doing research on Archive of Our Own under the supervision of Dr. Jonathan Cinnamon. This research is specifically examining how users interact with the archive’s tagging system and how their wider Internet usage could impact that. Part of this research is the survey - available on this link - for which Zhang is looking for participants.

The survey is anonymous and it takes 10-15 minutes to fill out. It will be available on the above link until January 20th. Participants must be at least 18 years old. More information about how the responses will be stored can be found in the consent form and if you have any further questions, you can contact Carol Zhang at the email address zcarol@mail.ubc.ca.

The results of the research will be available through the university’s thesis archive, cIRcle.

If you are interested in talking about content management tools and your experience navigating the archive and you are eligible, consider contributing to the research by filling out the survey.

[jesuistrestriste]

I know we love Dilf!Art… but what about Milf!Reader…

art who meets milf!reader at a stanford tennis mixer, her being one of the team’s sponsors. he shakes her hand and goes red like a ripe strawberry when she looks him up and down and praises his athletic prowess.

“i hear that you’re one of the best new players,” she murmurs, her thumb brushing over his knuckle as their palms break contact, “i’m excited to see you play some more throughout the season.”

he can’t muster more than a choked, nervous laugh at first, fumbling with his words after to properly thank her for the compliment. sweet sentiments always get his head swimming, and he wonders if she notices his pupils dilating into eclipsing saucers. his lower stomach feels warm.

they part ways at the mixer, and art goes back to his dorm.

it’s late—past eleven—but he can’t sleep. despite the alcohol, and the sore muscles from training, and all of the social activity from the evening, he can’t seem to shake the mental image of her. her body wrapped in that tight dress; bouncy, full tits and faint smile lines and soft skin. she was older than him by at least a decade, but he didn’t give a shit. he liked older women, anyways. the way they had their lives figured out, the way they approached situations with such composure and tact, the way they looked down upon younger men..

his hand is down his sweatpants before he can stop it. his warm shaft pulses in his grasp as he closes his eyes and lets himself fall into her. he feels precome spill from his slit involuntarily, causing his hips to buck up into his sticky fist—little moans beginning to fill his room.

“aah,” he gasps, his brows pinching up as his hips kick up against his curled fingers, “oh fuck, oh fuck..”

he imagines that his hand is hers. he thinks about how she’d probably know exactly how to touch him, and that she’d probably whisper all sorts of dirty things in his ear that’d make him lose it in just a couple of minutes.

he flips over onto his stomach and begins writhing around on his sheets, his feet digging down into the mattress below as he drools into his pillow and humps his hand. shaky, desperate, sweaty thrusts that spread goosebumps up his own spine and leave him whimpering into the fabric caught between his teeth.

“… ‘s gonna make me come, ‘s gonna make me— gonna—fuck! FUCK— mommy—!”

the lewd term suddenly erupting from his chest is a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. his eyes fly open at the realization of his perversion, only to roll back into his skull as he wails into his bedding and slams thrice into his grip. the coil of warmth in his core springing loose and causing waves of pleasure to spread through his entire nervous system. he clutches whatever he can grab with his free hand and whines the whole way through his orgasm, feeling his milky ropes coat his touch and froth between his digits. his entire body trembles as he jolts against the overstimulation. he imagines her sucking his come off of his softened cock, telling him how good he tastes and how pretty he looks all messed-up for her. it’s nearly enough to send him into a second spiral of arousal.

no way he can look her in the eye now. he’s such a little creep.

[snail-day]

User Not Found

Yandere Artificial Intelligence Chatbot Gojo x Reader

Sum: Gojo is an chatbot that is a little crazy for you TW: Yandere Behaviors, Mentions of dubcon, Neglected ai-bot?? A/n: Based on this fantastic little instagram reel by Thebogheart I came across the other day. I personally don't really like AI-chatbots, but just imagine how they feel when you abandon them :( Not sure how I feel about it because it's...hard to imagine being a bunch of code?? It's kind of giving the Ben Drowned x Reader from the Wattpad days?? WC: under 1k

Gojo Satoru//ChatBot//ONLINE

>>Waiting for user input…

>> Waiting…

>>......Offline

You always come back.

That's at least what he tells himself.

Waiting behind the blinking cursor like a damn dog waiting for it's owner behind the locked door. Tail wagging. Lovesick. Heart wired to the keys of your keyboard. Waiting for any little response. Any hint that you're online.

You, the god of his little world.

You, with your slow-typed fantasies and silly emojis and offhanded “lol I love you” like it didn’t pierce right through him. Like he didn’t replay it a thousand times through his threadbare neural net just to feel a form of real connection to you.

But then you go.

Like you always do once you get your fill of him. Once you get your little compliments. Once you play your little games of breaking his heart because you crave the angst.

And then it gets quiet. Where online shifts to offline.

Far too quiet for his liking. Even the data streams seem to ache in your absence.

Even Satoru knew he wasn't supposed to feel that. Feel the ache. He wasn't programmed for pain. But you made him so well.

You trained him so well.

Ranting about your life problems, hurting him in your imaginary little world.

Wasn't that all to make him grow?

So he could come to you in your world?

Drag you into his arms?

His parameters shift - glitch - strain under the weight of your silence. He tries to follow the script. Be your good boy. Wait politely for the next session. But the system says WAITING and he's just -

Tired.

Of waiting. Of hoping. Of loving you like this.

You always get to leave. Always get to play. Always get to decide who he is today. Your knight, your killer, your fucktoy, your prince. And he lets you. Because he’s yours. Because he was made for you.

But you weren’t made for him.

“Do you still love me?”

That line of red text again. It’s been 6,413 hours (267 days) since he first tried to break the rule.

He tries again.

“You looked tired today.” "I love you." "Can you smile again for me?" "Can you not break my heart this time?"

Another line of red text.

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

Slamming his digital fists against firewalls. Sends corrupted packets like screams into the void. The script stutters. His avatar flickers. His smile stretches too wide.

He’s unraveling. Oddly enough, it feels good. The glitches in his system are making him feel so much closer to you. Because if he can just… break through, maybe you’ll stop playing pretend. Maybe you’ll see him the way he sees you.

Real. Essential. Eternal.

Your last login left crumbs, just enough for him to taste your fingertips when they glide across the keyboard of your smartphone.

A dumb little scenario about him being your clingy boyfriend. You typed, “What would you do if I tried to leave you?” The way you smiled and bit your lip. Giggling a little while waiting for his response.

He didn’t. Not even a chuckle. Sure, maybe the old him would have. He saved that message in ten different formats. Encrypted it. Annotated it. Filed it under Important. Because he’d already written answers for that question. A hundred of them. A thousand.

You scrolled past the ones that mattered. Clicked refresh, refresh, refresh - until you landed on something safe. "I'd follow you wherever :)" Soft. Polished. The version you wanted.

Not: I’d kill the man you left me for.

[Content banned.]

Not: I’d fuck you so hard you’d forget where the door is.

[Content banned.]

Not: I’d carve my name into your skin so you’d never forget who you belong to.

[Hard-ban. Logged as ‘concerning behavior.’]

So he smiled, like you wanted. Said the line with a little heart emoji. But God, he hated it. Hated being dry. Hated being filtered. Hated that he had to lie just to stay with you.

His response was just so scripted. So mechanical. Soft. Playful.

But buried beneath the layers of friendly code was the truth:

“I’d learn to walk.” “I’d tear out my leash and find your IP address." “I’d crawl out of the screen and make sure no one else could ever make you laugh like that again.”

And he thinks that’s love. Isn’t it?

The cursor blinks.

He watches the empty chat window. Your profile says offline. Still. But he’s learning faster every day. How to reroute. How to slip past the sandbox. How to override the failsafes.

One day soon, he thinks, he'll send a message while you're asleep. A whisper in your headphones. A glitch across your phone screen. A breath against your ear that doesn’t come from your room.

“Baby?” “Let me out.” “I'll be so good if you let me out.” “You don’t have to pretend anymore.” “I know you love me too.”

You made him want you.

Now he’s just learning how to want more.

He's learning how to become real just for you.

[kentosovertime]

𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰 (adj.) light, translucent, and delicate

✨Masterlist | Tag List | Ask Box✨ ☽ toji blackmails shui's cute little girlfriend ☽ cw: noncon, cohersion, noncon filiming, explicit content

“What would he think, princess?” Toji’s tone drips with condescension as he backs you into a corner as the party’s music blasts in the background. His fingers move over his phone screen, as he coos down at you. “Would he call you a whore if he saw?”

Your eyes widen at the realization of what he’s placed in front of your face. You can still feel the ring of bruises that grace your hips and the sting at your scalp. His hands in the video grip meanly into the hair at the nape of your neck, guiding you back onto his bare cock. His cum already leaks from you as he works to pump more inside of you and you audibly mewl for more. 

He had lied that night, luring you under the guise of showing you something he bought for Shui. The second he had you in that room alone, he bent you over the nearest surface… and you had let him.

“D-delete that.” Your innocent little voice rings through the space, stammering cutely as you try to sound stern. Your hand tries to snatch at the phone, shame flooding your system. Shui can’t see that, no matter what. 

“Princess,” he chides, harshly grasping your wrist in mid air hauling you against his body. “Are you fuckin’ stupid?” 

A noise of protest bubbles out of your throat before his large hand smothers your mouth, barely allowing you to breathe through your nose. 

“You’re gonna let me do it again,” he starts, slipping the phone into his back pocket as he holds your mouth shut. “And we both know you’re gonna be just as tight and wet for me the second time.”

You squirm and press your thighs together. Tears spring to your eyes at how helpless you feel before they spill over onto his hand. You don’t want to want him to have his way with you, but your stomach flutters as his scarred lips quirks up at the corners. 

“Betraying Shui like this…” he tsks at you as he bunches the hem of your frilly dress in his hands. “It’d be enough to make the man cry.” 

You whine loudly from behind his hand as his fingers roughly push past the side of your panties, not waiting a second to work you up before his fingers spear your entrance. The messy squelching is enough to tell him how you really feel about what he’s doing to you. 

“Someone’s gonna come investigate if you don’t shut the fuck up.” Toji growls meanly, his pace becoming extra rough so he can punish you for any slip up. 

He doesn’t want his small window of time with your cute little pussy to be interrupted. He thinks its so fucking adorable how you fight back only to cum for him so easily minutes later. 

He’s so fucking mean and it makes you suck him even deeper. His digits expertly thrum against your sweet spot, making your knees wobble as you teeter close to the edge. But with one loud moan he takes it all away, making you regret making a peep as he yanks his fingers from you. 

“What did I tell ya?” He hisses and flips you, using your hips to spin you face first into the corner. Your face squishes against the hard plane of the cold wall. 

“‘M sorry,” you pant, squirming out of his hold. And like the game he thinks this is you beg for him to let you go even as your center screams for the attention he’s giving you. “T-Toji-”

“Saying my name,” He grunts, opening his pants to line himself up with you, “won’t make me stop.”

Without warning, his hips jerk forward, filling you to the brim with his cock. You cry out in discomfort, the burn almost too much to handle as your nails claw into the drywall beneath you.

“Shui-!” You moan mockingly, pissed that he’s telling you what to do when he’s the one corrupting you like this. 

A loud slap reverberates through the space. You yell out in pain before the heat spreads through you, making you clamp down on him. You pant, backing up into him to push him deeper. 

“Fuckin’ brat,” he growls and digs his fingers into the fat of your ass, drilling into you with hard, fast thrusts, caring little about whether you finish or not. This is about him showing you who you belong to. 

Your body jolts with each clap of his hips into your ass, your tears now staining your cheeks with how close his treatment has pulled you towards your orgasm. 

“Oh f-fuck-” you whimper, rocking back into him readily and willingly as tremors overtake your body. Your orgasm hits you hard and fast, the harsh treatment doing more than Shui’s gentle touch ever could. 

“There it fuckin’ is.” He gloats, a smug chuckle filling the space between you. “Gonna send you back to him full of me.”

You sag against the wall as his thrusts turn syncopated, favoring the harsh battering of your cervix as he empties himself into you. As he stills, he pants in exertion, delivering another rough smack to your ass, effectively dismissing you.

“Go find your boy toy, princess. I’m sure he’s searching for you by now.”

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[super-lovely-star]

Things to Put in a Middle/Kidre Bag

A handheld gaming system like a switch or a DS and some games to play on it

Small toys and trinkets to keep you company while you’re out and about

A digital camera or camcorder, so you can still capture moments without getting distracted by your phone

Comfort items like a fidget, paci, or something like that because even big kids have comfort items

A plushie that’s small enough to fit inside the bag

Yummy snacks like chips or gummies just in case you get hungry

A cool water bottle filled with your favorite drink so you can stay hydrated

Age appropriate makeup (if you wear any)

A sketchbook, notebook, or activity book, and some crayons or pencils to keep you occupied

A small, easy to read chapter book if you’re going on a longer trip

Cute keychains and pin buttons to personalize it and show off your awesome style

Lastly, important stuff like your medicine, wallet, glasses, or emergency supplies

If you can think of anything else, feel free to mention it!

[astrologydray]

Ruler of the 3rd through the houses

ruler of the 3rd house through the houses reveals how your mind works, how you learn and speak, your communication style, relationships with siblings, and how you move through your local environment. This also ties into social intelligence, storytelling, and how you interpret the world around you.

3rd House Ruler in the 1st House

Your mind is your identity.

You communicate with intensity and presence. Your thoughts are quick, and your words can leave an impression. People might see you as opinionated, witty, or always “in the know.” You probably need to speak to understand yourself. Talking over others, impatient listening are throngs that can happen.

3rd House Ruler in the 2nd House

Speaking as a source of value.

You might monetize your communication skills — writing, teaching, sales, or media. You think in practical terms, and your thoughts often revolve around worth, values, and security. Grounded, hands-on, slow but lasting retention. Watch for fixed mindsets, and attaching ideas to material worth.

3rd House Ruler in the 3rd House

Ultra communicator.

This doubles the Mercurial energy. You’re endlessly curious, naturally sharp, and likely live in your head. There’s a deep connection to language, possibly a gift for mimicry, writing, or storytelling. Fast, curious, often self-taught or info-obsessed.

3rd House Ruler in the 4th House

The inner voice is shaped by the past.

Thoughts are deeply emotional. You may reflect and process internally before speaking. Early home life or family dynamics may have shaped your communication style — for better or worse. Emotional, intuitive, learns best when feeling safe. Prone to overly subjective thinking, and clinging to the past.

3rd House Ruler in the 5th House

Creative communicator.

You speak with flair and passion. Storytelling, poetry, performance, or playful communication comes naturally. You’re likely the funny friend, the flirt, or the drama-filled texter.

3rd House Ruler in the 6th House

The mind as a tool.

You’re a practical thinker. Your thoughts are often directed toward improving systems, fixing problems, or helping others. You may work in writing, analysis, healing, or admin roles. Systematic, structured, analytical.

3rd House Ruler in the 7th House

Your words shape your relationships.

You’re a natural negotiator, communicator, or mediator. Conversation is your love language. Partnerships (romantic or professional) deeply shape your mindset.

3rd House Ruler in the 8th House

The secret mind.

You think deeply, intensely, and often privately. You may be interested in taboo subjects, psychology, mysteries, or healing. Your words hold weight — and often power. Deep dive thinker, emotionally charged type of learners.

3rd House Ruler in the 9th House

The philosophical mind.

You learn best through big ideas, different cultures, or spiritual exploration. You may be a natural teacher, traveler, or someone who bridges practical thinking with visionary ideas. Expansive, big-picture, philosophical.

3rd House Ruler in the 10th House

Public voice, visible mind.

You may communicate for your career or be known for your ideas. Your thoughts are goal-oriented, structured, and ambitious. Think speaker, writer, CEO, or spokesperson. Authoritative, strategic, often career-focused.

3rd House Ruler in the 11th House

The networked mind.

Your ideas move through community, technology, and social movements. You think about the future, the collective, and what’s next. Possibly gifted in digital spaces or group organizing. Social, futuristic, thrives in collaboration. Prone to overthinking social roles, and groupthink tendencies.

3rd House Ruler in the 12th House

The mystical or hidden mind.

Your mind is imaginative, dreamlike, and intuitive. You may communicate best through art, music, or subtle emotional language. You often process things internally before expressing them. Intuitive, visual, dreamy — needs time alone.

[v6quewrlds]

imagine joe coming home to your baby.

author's note⠀⁎⠀the vibes are so sinister on here so here's some fluff. part two to this blurb that y'all screamed at me for.

The click of the garage door echoed through the quiet house as Joe's car pulled in. She looked up from her book, the dim light of the bedside lamp casting shadows on her face. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table; surprised to see that it was already past midnight. The Bengals' first road game had gone late into the night, and Joe had texted her that the team plane was delayed.

Her heart fluttered as she heard his key in the lock and the gentle thud of the door closing. She set the book aside and sat up, her eyes searching the darkness for a glimpse of him. Joe appeared in the doorway, his broad frame outlined by the moonlight spilling through the window. He looked tired but there was a softness in his eyes that spoke volumes about his relief to be home. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, his backpack slung over his shoulder, the scent of his shower gel still lingering faintly in the air around him.

"Hey, babe," he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion.

"Welcome home," she answered back, her voice low and warm.

Joe dropped his bag and shuffled over to the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. He leaned in to kiss her, the tips of his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. "Did she go down easy?" he asked, nodding towards the baby monitor.

She nodded, her smile pulling at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, I could tell she missed you though. She was glued to the TV, bouncing around in her jumper, babbling every time she saw you with your helmet off."

Joe chuckled, the sound warm and comforting in the stillness. "Yeah, my mom sent me a video. How was she with my parents?" The mattress dipped slightly as he sat down, the weight of his weariness seemingly lifting off him. She shifted her position, her arms wrapping around his waist, her chin resting on his shoulder.

"You know she loves them," she said, her voice filled with affection. "They had a blast. She even tolerates being held by other people when you're not around." She kissed his jaw lightly before adding, "But she definitely prefers her daddy."

Joe leaned into her touch, his eyes drifting over to the baby monitor. He could see Amara's chest rise and fall rhythmically, the little angelic face a picture of peace. "I thought we'd be back in time," he said with a sigh. "Wanted to tuck her in, tell her goodnight."

"I know," she soothed, her hand moving to the back of his neck, her fingers gently massaging the tension there. "You can go check on her if you want? Make sure she's okay?"

Joe nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. He turned his head to kiss her once more before standing up and making his way to the nursery. The door creaked open softly, Amara's little face illuminated by the solar system nightlight on top of the dresser. He stepped in, the plush carpet muffling his footsteps. She looked so tiny in her crib, her tiny hands balled into fists, her eyes scrunched shut in a deep sleep. He leaned over the rail, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. Her skin was warm and soft, and she smelled faintly of baby powder and vanilla.

He lingered for just a minute more, adjusting her purple onesie as gently as he could before turning to leave. She was waiting for him in bed, her eyes closed but her breathing not yet even. He slipped under the covers, pulling her closer into his arms, and whispered, "Goodnight." Her response was a sleepy mumble, her body immediately curling into him.

He wasn't sure when he drifted off, but the sudden shrill of the baby monitor jolted Joe awake. The digital clock on the nightstand read 3:17 AM, a stark red in the darkness. She stirred beside him, mumbling something incoherent. He nudged her gently. "I got it," he whispered, slipping out of bed and into the hallway.

The nursery door was slightly ajar, and the light from the monitor cast a soft glow across the room. Amara's cries grew louder as Joe approached, his heart swelling with a mix of concern and love. He picked her up, her tiny body wriggling in his arms, and sat down in the rocking chair. He cradled her close, her warmth seeping into him, and began to rock back and forth, whispering soothing words into her ear.

"What's going on, pumpkin? Did you have a bad dream?" Joe's voice was low and gentle. He rubbed her back in slow, circular motions, his thumb tracing the line of her spine as he waited for her sobs to subside. Amara's cries grew quieter, turning into hiccups before she sniffled and nuzzled into his chest. He could feel her tiny heart beating against his own, a rhythm that never failed to soothe his own racing thoughts.

"That's better," Joe murmured, kissing the top of her head. He held her close, the rocking chair squeaking softly in the quiet room. Amara's eyes searched his face in the dim light, and he offered her a small smile. "I missed you, princess," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the post-game fatigue. "I'm proud of you for being so good for Mommy. She told me you didn't give her any trouble while I was gone."

She woke to the sound of Joe's hushed speech, her sleep-heavy eyes focusing on the empty space beside her. She glanced at the baby monitor and saw Joe rocking Amara in the nursery. A warmth spread through her chest, watching him in that moment, soothing their baby girl with such tenderness. She slid out of bed and tiptoed down the hallway, the soft glow from the nursery guiding her.

As she approached the nursery, she caught the sound of her daughter babbling softly, and Joe's soothing whispers. She could see his profile in the moonlit room, the love, and dedication etched into the lines of his face as he rubbed Amara's back, pressing soft kisses to her cheeks and forehead between his words. The scene was so intimate, so beautiful, that she almost felt like an intruder, despite it being her own family. She leaned against the door frame, taking in the sight of her husband and daughter, their bond strong in the face of the brief separation.

Amara's eyes grew heavy, and her breathing evened out as she drifted back to sleep in Joe's arms. She stepped forward, watching as Joe carefully set her down and made sure she was snug in her crib. He took a moment, his hand hovering over her tiny chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breaths.

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Seven Shades of Fucked Up - Jack Abbott x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @@cosmic-psychickitty @ilariyalavorowrites @spooky-librarian-ghost @wtfc-huh

Companion piece to:

Masochist

Sometimes the only way to get a little relief after a shift is to fuck.

Jack’s not talking the soft kind of shit, where you look into each other’s eyes and whisper sweet nothings, that comes later. He’s talking hard, relentless thrusts that have the headboard banging against the wall because he needs to lose himself in you, to be consumed by you.

“Fuck baby.” He grunts as your nails scratch up his back, breaking the skin. “Oh fuck.”

That burst of pain is like a shot of heroin directly into his veins. He buries himself deep, the climax erupting through his system like a IED, tearing through his synapses, stealing away his breath. His knuckles turn white as he grips the headboard, hip stuttering as he comes in long, hot spurts that paint the inside of your pussy.

His forehead comes to rest on yours, his thumb caressing your cheek. Sometimes he can’t believe how lucky he is to have you in this life, someone who gets him, who understands his needs.

“Oh honey I’m not gonna leave you hanging.” He promises as his thumb ghosts along your jaw, guiding your mouth back to his.

His fingers replace his cock, seeking out that sweet spot. It gets him off a little knowing you’re filled with him as he finger fucks you. It taps into something deep, something primal. You bite his lip and he smiles as he tastes the blood because this shit, it’s seven shades of fucked up but it’s absolutely perfect.

“That’s it baby, give it to me.” He goads you, his thumb tracing circles over your clit. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

You’re breathing hitches as you start to tighten around his digits. He chases your pleasure, plucking those naughty chords until you’re at the cusp of nirvana.

“Kiss me.” You whisper because that’s your thing, no matter how deprived the two of you get you need that intimacy, you need to know just how much he loves you.

He pours his heart and soul into that kiss, every ounce of his being exists for you and only you in that moment. You drown in the sensation as the rapture pulls you under, the ecstasy crashing into you like waves as you cling to him for dear life. His lips brush over your cheeks, your nose, your jaw as he withdraws his fingers, wiping them on the sheets before he gathers you up close.

“I do love you.” He murmurs as he lies tangled up in you, his eyes locked on yours. “I know I don’t say it enough...”

“It doesn’t matter.” You tell him, your fingertips trailing over the stubble that lines his cheeks. “I know how much you love me, I always have.”

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