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Criminal Minds - The Caregiver By Paracathy This is a work of fan fiction based on characters and scenarios from the television program ‘Criminal Minds’. There is no intention of copyright infringement. The characters Aaron Hotchner, JJ, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, and Penelope Garcia are all owned by the ‘Criminal Minds’ series owners, all other characters and this setting are of my own creation. This story is both my first attempt (OK, first ‘good’ attempt) at writing a fan-fiction, as well as a much-requested follow-up to my ‘Roommates’ series, and should be fine to be read for anyone who read only the ‘Amanda’ chapters of 'Roommates' as well as people who read both the ‘Amanda’ and ‘Julie’ chapters, and I suspect the story may read a little different for each. I hope it works well both as a fan fiction for a fabulous show, and as a continuation of the story of Amanda and Julie… JJ entered Aaron Hotchner’s office, followed by a lean man wearing a dark gray suit. He had a

Vorheriger Teil:  Teil 146 Zurück im Sanitätshaus begrüßte Saskia wieder Nadja am Empfang. "Das ist Nadine, die braucht ein neues Korsett, wo sind Fabian oder Tobias?" "Geht mal in Zimmer 2 dann schicke ich euch jemand", antwortete Nadja. Sie gingen zusammen in Zimmer 2 und gleich darauf kam Fabian herein. "Hallo Saskia und wer sind sie?" "Ich bin Nadine, ich habe ein neues Korsett verschrieben bekommen, hier ist das Rezept." "Ok, dafür müssten wir sie scannen und fotografieren, kommen sie mal mit in den Gipsraum." "Ich will aber genau so eines wie Saskia nur ohne das Halsteil." "Ok, ich verstehe, mit allen Einbauten?" "Wenn Sie die Dildos meinen, ja, ich stelle mir das total geil vor, von meinem eigenen Korsett erregt zu werden. Und diese Designänderung ist auch total toll." "Das sind aber Zusatzleistungen, die die Krankenkasse nicht bezahlt", warnte sie Fabian vor. "Wie teuer ist das? "Das muss ich erst noch berechnen, sie bekommen einen Kostenvoranschlag." "Ok, dann warte ich das

Hi! I'm looking to do a roleplay as a C-1 Ventilator Dependent Quadriplegic. I'd love to have a husband who can care for my disabled body and love me the same as before. I love being fully dependent in the roleplay and I am willing to be subject to whatever torture or fun you'd like . I don't mind how we do my care routines such as whether I need a diaper, catheter, suppository etc. I will be your wife and you can vision me as you please. I also use pictures of quadriplegic women and will send one that fits your tastes. I roleplay via Discord or Telegram. Contact me: Discord - eelzie Telegram - lvxess

Happy New Year everybody! Besides a glass of wine and quiet celebration I ot to editing pt. 02 of Anni and Max' journey. I hope you like it! Anni and Max: Bedside Teasing and Vulnerability Max stepped carefully into the bedroom, holding Annis legs against his side. The warmth of her body and the way her legs keep limply bumping into his thighs make his heart beat faster. Her head resting lightly against his shoulder and he can feel her chest slowly rising and falling.  The golden light of the bedside lamp spilled over the bed, casting soft shadows across the room.  As he reached the edge of the bed, he knelt slowly, lowering her with deliberate care. Her legs remained lifeless, their stillness and natural weight in his hands. He sits her down gently, so they were sitting on the edge of the mattress, her hands instinctively bracing against the comforter as her legs dangled loosely over the side.  “I don’t want this to stop,” he murmured, his voice quiet but filled with warmth. He

Linda hears a knock on her door. - "Come in." - "Linda, it's me. The new photographer. I wanted to meet you before the shoot." Linda turned her wheelchair around to get a look at him. - "You're the new guy? Well, let's see what you have got today." She turned her wheelchair back and resumed applying her make up, not paying any attention to him. - "Anyway, I have a few questions for you." He said. - "Sure, whatever, just hurry up." - "Right. First, you don't recognise me, right?" - "Nope, not a clue. Am I supposed to?" - "No, you aren't. Secondly, this is supposed to be a no wheelchair shoot. Are you fine with shuffling yourself around a bit?" Linda raises an eyebrow. Her skepticism levels going up a bit. - "I guess. Why did they not tell me this beforehand?" She said. - "I don't know. Anyway, finally, do you mind if I take a couple of shots of my girlfriend on the set? The studio told me to ask you." She turns her wheelchair around to face him and leans forward slightly. One of her

The plan was for July to master archery. It would not only allow her to be at a relatively safe distance from direct combat, in which she would be at a huge disadvantage no matter the skill of her opponent, but also, were she to get good at riding a horse, would allow her to move around freely and still be able to fight her way through. Of course, it was no easy task. There were many holes in this approach to begin with, and to add to that, they were running out of time by each passing second. But that didn't stop July from agreeing to it. If there were a person so desperate she would fight a war as a cripple, she would be July. If there were two such people, they would be July twice. The training grounds for Archers were located quite far away from the castle. Far enough for a crippled woman to not be able to get there everyday. So Aizen had a part of the woods near the castle transformed into a mock of the real training grounds, just much smaller in size. It was close enough that if

(A wannabe & disability fetish story) To the annoyance of Ezlo and their financial backers, they had to take most of December off for academic reasons. They were still a second year graduate student and had a courseload to juggle alongside their lab work, and there just wasn’t a way to squeeze any trials in. To Ezlo’s more private frustration, they hadn’t even been able to dose themself for recreational and aesthetic reasons either. Most of their lab work at the moment required both hands fully functioning, and they really couldn’t justify how time-consuming it was to deal with the onset, wear off, and twelve plus hour recovery sleeps still required by the doses. By the time winter break had rolled around the backers had quieted down, accepting the lull, but Ezlo was downright antsy. In part because of all the outlying half-finished problems and concepts itching in the back of their mind, and in part because they simply missed the sensation of their paralyzed arm with a depth and