#IT'S HOT OUT. YOU JUST DON'T HAVE BLOOD

[papercutsunset]

im trying so hard not to fall into that trap with a certain someone. like yeah sure you're immortal but you did in fact perform two separate surgeries on yourself, give birth out of your head at the north pole while santa was dressed like meatloaf, and get shot three times. you sprained your ankle. you got stabbed in the thigh by the headless horseman. today alone you have experienced postdrome, opened somewhere in the ballpark of 18 portals, got your head smashed into a door by someone pulling your hair, got your hand bit by a piglet, got strangled and smashed to the floor, had an allergic reaction to not one but TWO smoothies, threw up all over yourself, and ran two to five miles. take a fucking nap. do not hike into the mountains to undo an absolutely ancient elven ritual so you can free the nightmare king's sorceress sidepiece and accidentally free his right-hand man in the process. take a nap, i beg of you. DON'T GO HUNTING DOWN THE NECROMININOMICON

[vulpinesaint]

kind of unfortunate that so many fantasy epics are also war novels because i will be honest i just do not like war novels that much... the grand clashing of forces is compelling obviously but it requires characters to talk about so much practical battle strategy and while i can get my brain to comprehend all these fantasy maps and kingdoms and borders and battalions and front lines and army movements it takes up. so much space in the book. feels like i'm fighting a war of my own trying to get through it sometimes

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! The AC in my house is like half-broken and I have all the heat tolerance of a particularly sad penguin*, so I could use some advice. I am from a desert area, so I know the stay hydrated, electrolytes, loose clothes type advice, but do you have any advice for handling the heat in humid areas specifically? Also, does anyone have any recommendations for sun hats? Specific sun hats you recommend are what I'm looking for, but if you don't have a specific one an idea of what criteria I should look for would be very helpful too *I say this jokingly, idk how much heat tolerance penguins actually have. I have POTS, salt wasting syndrome, and some unknown autoimmune issue that probably involves my endocrine system? Docs are still working on it but the sum total is I cannot exist in hot temperatures

[widowshill]

— But it's almost midnight. — Oh, that's the point! At the stroke of twelve, he turns into Dracula. C'mon, Vicki – he won't bite.

pose ref.

[sysig]

Cards 👏 cards 👏 cards 👏 (Patreon)

[eddies-lips]

ngl most of the time when i get all giggly and blushy and kick my feet over a ship it's bc i'm laughing hysterically at myself for acting this way over fictional characters. like it is simply very funny that a split second clip of someones facial expression towards someone else can entertain me and bring me joy every day for literal years when in real life i have zero interest in romance or more. but fictionally?? when i can take myself out of the equation entirely and immerse myself in someone elses queer little world?? losing my mind. can not get enough.

[lmaster37]

if you can, i highly encourage you to interact with fan artists of all formats, including fic authors, because even apart from that being really really nice for the artists, it's also good for you on a personal/selfish level !! it's a win-win situation !!

because let me tell you, there's a rush like no other when you finally get your shit together and comment on a fic that you've been rereading for years and the author responds (!) and tells you "That is an incredibly high compliment" (!!) and gives you a bit of insight into how they conceptualise the character (!!!) . like. oh my god i'm doing it i'm getting a good grade in Fandom

(engaging with fan art of all formats will also greatly increase fan artists' energy + desire to continue doing fan art, which, again, win-win situation !!)

[byanyan]

what better way to celebrate byan's bday than with a couple quick lil edits just for fun?ㅤ(x, x)

[sporco-filth]

Halloween Costume Curse - Chapter 2

Ok I guess I lied. I wrote this today after I just said I wasn't in the mood.

In fairness, this has to be the coldest I have written a slob story. I mean, I wrote this one two-handed which I pretty much never do.

It's also not that slobby and maybe it's a little too story-focused but I'm not sacrificing narrative quality for increased concentration of slob stuff. There's slob stuff, but it's a long chapter and it's spread out a bit.

Things will get hotter in the next chapter. That is 100% a one-handed story.

Synopsis: Jason wakes up after the Halloween party and finds himself transformed into a fat slob. He hopes it's just a bad dream, but everything seems to suggest this is his reality. Maybe one of his friends can help shed light on things...

"Ugh… my head…" Jason rubbed his eyes. The afternoon sun peeked through the shutters and he grimaced. He'd drunk way too much the night before and was paying for it now. "I barely remember anything," he muttered. His mouth tasted terrible, and his breath smelt even worse, like stale beer. He knew he should get up and try to clean himself up but he felt so sluggish and tired, all he wanted to do was sleep. It must've been all that alcohol and partying, he thought. I overdid it a bit, I guess. He tried to get up, but his body felt… bigger, and softer. He looked down and rubbed his blurry eyes. "Oh, that stupid fat suit," he muttered. "I must've fallen asleep in it." With a bit of effort, he managed to overcome his rebelling limbs and the bulk of the costume and stumbled out of bed. It feels a lot heavier than it did last night… His stomach growled in hunger. He couldn't recall the last time he ate, but his bladder was a little more insistent and he decided to deal with that first. Heading into the bathroom, he undid his fly and went to remove his costume, but… "What the fuck?" He felt his body. "There's no way…" He looked up into the mirror and saw it. It was true: he was now fat. Despite his headache, Jason's mind raced. He had no idea what was going on. "I must be dreaming," he said to himself, clutching his forehead. "This is all some sort of dream. Did that fucking Darius bring some shit to the party? Am I just hallucinating?" Whatever it was, the pressing need to pee was real. He sat down and tried to think. OK, well this all seems real, he thought, feeling the folds of fat and sagging lovehandles. A weird thought came to mind. What if this is reality and the old life I remember was the dream… He shook his head. No, it couldn't be: he had no memories of being fat.

When he was done, Jason's head has cleared enough that he could properly take in his surroundings. He'd never been that great at keeping house, he'd never seen the point in dusting or making the bed, but he had never been this bad: Take-away boxes, chip wrappers and empty soft drink bottles littered the room; the bedsheets looked like they hadn't been washed in years, and reeked of stale sweat and farts; and spread across the floor were his clothes, all covered in what he hoped were just food stains. What was weirder was they weren't his clothes, or at least, not any he'd bought and they were all much, much bigger than his normal size. Staring at the mess, his stomach grumbled again. Hunger was beginning to gnaw at his mind, but there was something he had to do first. He went back into the bathroom and found his scales. He stood on it and watched the numbers steadily rise. "Fuck," he swore. "138 kilos." (to save any Americans in the audience the effort, that's ~304 lbs) As he stood there, staring at the empirical evidence of his new form, he heard his gut crying out for food once more and decided that maybe if he'd be a little more clear-headed with something in his stomach.

The kitchen was just as filthy as his bedroom, if not worse. There was a leaning tower of pizza boxes so high he could charge tourists to come see it, the sink was full of murky water in which dirty plates and bowls floated like the carnage of a shipwreck, and every surface was coated with a layer of grease and grime and crumbs. Putting that aside, he opened the fridge. The only thing in there was a bottle of beer and two packets of sauce. OK, that's actually pretty normal, he thought. Jason had a habit of forgetting to go shopping, but surely there was something edible around here. He opened the pantry and found it was, thankfully, stocked with food, but when he looked more carefully he saw it was all junk food. "Who eats this shit?" he wondered aloud. Sure, Jason would indulge occasionally on nights out with the boys, but he was a personal trainer; he had to keep himself in shape and his diet at home was meticulous. The collection of empty calories, salty snacks and sugary sweets was a far cry from what he usually ate. With nothing better to eat, he opened a pack of doughnuts and began to chomp away at them. His stomach capacity seemed to be larger than it had before, further proof the change was real, and he soon found himself having eaten them all. "BEELLCHH, excuse me." Jason opened the bin to throw the packet away, but finding it full, he decided to just toss it wherever. After all, the place was already a pigsty.

Just then, an idea came to him. "That's it! I'll call the guys. Maybe they'll know something that can help explain what the hell is happening here." He pulled out his phone and rang Brad. He didn't answer. Jason tried again. After the third attempt, Brad finally picked up. "Eh, Jase," he murmured. "Bro what's… what's up mate?" "Hey, Brad, OK this is gonna sound crazy but I woke up today and I'm a fucking fatass." "Uh… uhuh…" Brad slurred. "I mean, I wasn't fat yesterday, right, so what the fuck happened last night?" "Huh?" "I mean, I'm not fat, but I am now. What happened?" "Jason," Brad sighed. "I've got a fucking massive headache and I'm hungover and you're just saying fucking words man. Like I don't get what the fuck your saying. I mean, what is your question?" "How did this happen? I'm fat! Did Darius spike my drink or something? Am I hallucinating?" "Bro, chill. I'm… I got no idea and I don't think I… yawn ugh, I haven't got a fucking clue. I dunno call Darius if you think he's… I honestly I don't remember what you said. Hey do you think―" Jason hung up. It didn't seem he would be getting anything useful from Brad anytime soon. He dialled Darius' number. "Hey, Darius, quick question." "It better be quick," Darius said. "I'm kind of in the middle of something buddy." Jason her a female voice giggling in the background. "Sorry, but I can't remember last night at all." "Yeah, it was a wild one." "You didn't bring anything, you know…" "I did, but only enough for me Why?" "Well, I'm like… fat. And I didn't go to bed fat, so I don't understand what's going on." Jason could hear the woman's voice again, this time asking Darius a question. Darius covered the receiver, his voice becoming muffled as he answered her. "Listen, Jason, I can't deal with your fat fuck problems today, all right mate? I've got more important shit to do. Call Light n' Easy or something I don't fucking know." Before Jason could say another word, Darius had hung up. Jason frowned. It almost sounded like Darius already knew he was fat. He shook his head, maybe he just wasn't paying attention. He decided to try one more person: Hayden.

"Hey, Jason," Hayden answered. "How are ya?" "Alright, alright…" he paused. "Say, Hayden, do you remember last night?" "Well, I'm still a bit hungover, and my memory's a little hazy, but yeah, mostly, why?" Jason explained his story: waking up, the mirror, the scale, the house, the phone calls. "And it seems like even Darius thinks I was already fat. I mean, there's no way I went from being fit to fat overnight: it's ridiculous." Hayden laughed long and loud. "Oh, man, that is ridiculous! That's the funniest shit I've heard all year!" Jason smiled. "I'm glad that someone else agrees that it's impossible." Hayden caught his breath. "Yeah, no shit it's impossible: you've been a fat blob for years." "Very funny. Stop fucking with me Hayden." "I'm not," Hayden replied, chuckling. "Wow, you really must've overdone it at the party." Jason's face dropped. "Hey, I'll be over in… a half hour? If you want?" Hayden continued. Not sure what to say, and still reeling, Jason just said OK and hung up. Maybe in person they could sort things out.

"There's no way I've been fat for years…" he muttered. He opened his photo app, hoping there he'd find evidence of his former body. Scrolling through all the photos of boys' nights out and overseas holidays he saw himself but he was different: in every single photo he was fat. "What the fuck…" he scrolled furiously. Here was one from a year ago, at Kyle's birthday: Jason looked like a pig, his shirt barely holding on as his bulging body pushed at the seams, the tight fabric making him look like an overfilled sausage about to burst from its casings. "What's up with Hayden?" he wondered. In most of the candid pictures, Hayden seemed to have his eye on Jason or would be touching him in a way that seemed a little too friendly. But Jason put this out of his mind; there was something more concerning: all of his gym selfies, the footage of him working out that he used to post online to show off his adonic body, had gone and in their place were endless photos and videos of his fat belly, of him stuffing his mouth with food or drinking litres of soft drink. He furrowed his brow. Maybe this was all some sort of elaborate Halloween prank all is friends were in on. Maybe these photos were all fake, after all, with photoshop and AI shit, you can make any nonsense look real. Jason decided he needed an impartial witness. He rang his gym. "Good afternoon," a chirpy voice said. "How can I help you?" "Hi, I'm Jason, Jason Adams. I wanted to make sure I'm a member of your gym." "No worries, may I ask why?" "It's… complicated." The woman put him on hold for a minute. "Hmm… there's no Jason Adams in our membership list." Jason rubbed his brow. "But I work there, I'm one of the personal trainers!" "Hang on…" she hummed as she looked again. "Nope, still nothing." "Please, surely I'm on the records! I've been going to this gym for ten years!" "OK, calm down sir, I'll check the past member records." A tense few minutes of waiting followed. "Yep! Found you: Jason Adams. You joined us ten years ago and then it says here you quit five years later." "I… see…" "I'm not sure why you think you were a personal trainer here though… Perhaps it was a different gym?" "Yeah, maybe… Anyway, thanks for checking." He hung up and sighed. Either this was the most elaborate prank ever or it was real life. He looked around his house and then at himself. "I guess it is real life: I'm a slob." As he sat there, trying to come to terms with this change, his phone buzzed. It was a message from Hayden:

almost there picked up something along the way 😈

What the? What's with that emoji? With a growing sense of dread, Jason scrolled up to read their previous exchanges. His eyes widened; his mind spun. No. No way. No fucking way is that possible.

Just then, the door unlocked and in walked Hayden. He has a set of keys to my house, Jason's mind raced. How does he have the keys to my house? In Hayden's hands was a white box. "Hey, sorry to make you wait," he smiled. "You ready?" "Hayden," Jason said, voice shaking. He stood up, balancing himself by holding onto the table. "What's going on here?" Hayden shook his head. "Man you really got messed up last night. I knew you drank a lot but usually you can handle your alcohol better." He chuckled and placed the box down on the table. "OK piggy, sit down." "I'm not going to sit down." Jason stared at Hayden, feeling his blood pumping in his ears. Hayden smirked. "Oh is my little piglet being rebellious now?" His face darkened. "I said, sit down you fucking slob." A weird sensation ran down his spine and, despite his previous bravado, Jason sat. "Good." Hayden opened up one of the boxes, revealing the brightly coloured cupcakes inside. Jason knew what was coming next. "Hayden, I'm serious. I'm straight, and so are you. What the fuck are you doing?" Hayden laughed, taking one of the elaborately iced cupcakes out of the box. "Bro, what are you on about? We've been fucking since first year uni." This assertion hit Jason like a blow, but Hayden continued. "Sure, it was just casual flings here and there," he said, licking a bit of icing off his thumb. He looked Jason in the eye with a smouldering gaze. "But once you started to put on weight and become more and more of a lazy slob, well, it wasn't like you had anyone else who'd be willing to fuck you," he grinned. "Aand lucky for you, I enjoy having a pet hog." "Hayden, please," Jason begged. "I'm fit, I'm a fucking PT for crying out loud." Hayden laughed even harder than before. Soon he was bent doubled over, wiping his eyes. "Oh wow, sorry," he said, catching his breath. "Phew, sorry I didn't realise we were role playing today. You need to warn me beforehand." "I'm not fucking role playing what the fuck is going on here?" "You seriously don't remember any of it?" Hayden said, putting the cupcake back down. "The past five years?" jason shook his head. "No." Hayden sat down down in the chair across from him. "I'm kinda groggy still anyway so maybe a bit of storytime won't be too bad. The food's not going to go cold, though not like that'd stop you scarfing it down, would it?" When Jason didn't respond to this, Hayden shrugged and began his story.

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Trying out that "no buy 2025" I've seen people talking about and recalling how much I saved in november after the hurricane blew up my car and starting to feel confident

[whimsicalcotton]

i'm late as fuck but The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess has a fucking chokehold on me rn

[invinciblerodent]

okay i was teetering on the cusp of the DA:I chasm but i'm back now

apparently.... vampire sex. was what i needed. to step back from the beckoning abyss

gale baby you're so real for this, you were so right that time in the swamp, dick really DO be that good sometimes that it makes you wanna live

[hayatheauthor]

10 Non-Lethal Injuries to Add Pain to Your Writing

New Part: 10 Lethal Injury Ideas

If you need a simple way to make your characters feel pain, here are some ideas: 

1. Sprained Ankle

A common injury that can severely limit mobility. This is useful because your characters will have to experience a mild struggle and adapt their plans to their new lack of mobiliy. Perfect to add tension to a chase scene.

2. Rib Contusion

A painful bruise on the ribs can make breathing difficult, helping you sneak in those ragged wheezes during a fight scene. Could also be used for something sport-related! It's impactful enough to leave a lingering pain but not enough to hinder their overall movement.

3. Concussions

This common brain injury can lead to confusion, dizziness, and mood swings, affecting a character’s judgment heavily. It can also cause mild amnesia.

I enjoy using concussions when you need another character to subtly take over the fight/scene, it's an easy way to switch POVs. You could also use it if you need a 'cute' recovery moment with A and B.

4. Fractured Finger

A broken finger can complicate tasks that require fine motor skills. This would be perfect for characters like artists, writers, etc. Or, a fighter who brushes it off as nothing till they try to throw a punch and are hit with pain.

5. Road Rash

Road rash is an abrasion caused by friction. Aka scraping skin. The raw, painful sting resulting from a fall can be a quick but effective way to add pain to your writing. Tip: it's great if you need a mild injury for a child.

6. Shoulder Dislocation

This injury can be excruciating and often leads to an inability to use one arm, forcing characters to confront their limitations while adding urgency to their situation. Good for torture scenes.

7. Deep Laceration

A deep laceration is a cut that requires stitches. As someone who got stitches as a kid, they really aren't that bad! A 2-3 inch wound (in length) provides just enough pain and blood to add that dramatic flair to your writing while not severely deterring your character.

This is also a great wound to look back on since it often scars. Note: the deeper and wider the cut the worse your character's condition. Don't give them a 5 inch deep gash and call that mild.

8. Burns

Whether from fire, chemicals, or hot surfaces, burns can cause intense suffering and lingering trauma. Like the previous injury, the lasting physical and emotional trauma of a burn is a great wound for characters to look back on.

If you want to explore writing burns, read here.

9. Pulled Muscle

This can create ongoing pain and restrict movement, offering a window to force your character to lean on another. Note: I personally use muscle related injuries when I want to focus more on the pain and sprains to focus on a lack of mobility.

10. Tendonitis

Inflammation of a tendon can cause chronic pain and limit a character's ability to perform tasks they usually take for granted. When exploring tendonitis make sure you research well as this can easily turn into a more severe injury.

This is a quick, brief list of ideas to provide writers inspiration. Since it is a shorter blog, I have not covered the injuries in detail. This is inspiration, not a thorough guide. Happy writing! :)

Looking For More Writing Tips And Tricks? 

Check out the rest of Quillology with Haya; a blog dedicated to writing and publishing tips for authors!

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[jadedbirch]

Gather around, my young friends and fellow dinosaurs, let me tell you about some BULLSHIT no one ever tells you about. I'm talking about menopause and perimenopause. Now, menopause has a very stringent medical definition. You have to not have had a period for exactly 12 months and a day to be considered in menopause. All the bullshit before that day once you start going through The Change is considered perimenopause. Here's some bullshit you might experience that people actually talk about when you're in perimenopause:

- shorter time between periods

- irregular periods

- hot flashes and/or cold flashes

- fucked up sleep

- OMG NIGHT SWEATS

- Vagina as dry as the Sahara desert

- lighter periods and/or endless bleeding like it's The Flood but it's in your pants

- lack of interest in Adult Fun Times

This time of joy can last anywhere from a couple of years to a god damn decade and there's no medical way right now to predict it.

Here's some of the REAL bullshit they don't tell you about but your dinosaur aunt is here to let you know:

- You can start perimenopause in your 30s, don't listen to idiot doctors who tell you you're "too young" because they don't know your body like you do.

- Perimenopause will make you HELLA DUMB. Seriously, I'm talking Bigly broken brain. Brain fog? Check. Short term memory? Wave goodbye to it. Ability to make words form out of thoughts? Yeah, good luck to you.

- Perimenopause can cause horrible fatigue because in addition to losing estrogen, you're also losing testosterone. Oh and that also leads to muscle wasting, cool cool.

- Things might suddenly hurt more because estrogen is known to be neuroprotective.

- If you're super lucky like I am, and like to collect rare illnesses, you might even get Burning Mouth Syndrome 💀

- And meanwhile, while you're going through this bullshit, you'll be getting gaslit by doctors who are operating based on 30 year old debunked data about how HRT causes breast cancer (not really) and that they shouldn't put you on it until you're in actual menopause. (Data shows starting HRT early can potentially prevent Alzheimer's in later years.)

- There are entire online clinics right now (I use Midi Health) focused on providing care for peri and menopausal patients and they will happily prescribe you HRT even if your regular PCP or OBGYN do not (if you meet the criteria). I've been pretty impressed with how holistically they view the patient. For full disclosure, I learned about them from my integrative health doctor and they do not accept Medicare (yet).

I'm 46 years old right now and I've been symptomatic for perimenopause for the last 8 years, although it's gotten the most dramatic in the past 2 years or so, which I hope means I'm almost done, holy hell. Yeah I was on the early side, but if it can happen to me, it can happen to you, so it's never too early to think about these things. And I hope to at least spare some of you the mind-fuckery I've been through because no one told me about most of this stuff, including my own mother who just DOESN'T REMEMBER what happened to her and now I completely understand why. And because I also have a connective tissue disease, I used to just dismiss my pain and fatigue as being caused by that illness rather than the loss of hormones.

Anyways, this is why we need Elders in our lives, so they can do Grandma Story Hour like I just did and validate you when the entire medical field tries to gaslight you. I hope you've found some or all of this educational/useful. Please share with your friends because we really do NOT talk about this stuff enough. (Ewwww Moon Blood!)

Stay well, and don't let the bastards grind you down!

[cumironi]

A BRAT IS ALL I WANT ！

TOJI FUSHIGURO has a breeding kink, and you’ll be damned if you give into it! but in reality, he just wants to start a family with you.

warning. husband! toji fushiguro, breeding kink, ōral ( m! receiving ), fingering, nipple-playing, dirty talk, pet names, name-calling.

wc. 4,5k | in this megumi wasn't born yet.

sure, you loved being toji fushiguro's wife. however, he sure knows how to get your nerves screaming. your birth control switched out for ibuprofen, holes in condoms, fucking you raw in your sleep even!

“c’mon baby.. i want a brat…”

toji drawls, so sexy and arrogant. you absolutely fume, straddling his lap as he gives you that big, scarred, smile. he has a breeding kink, and you’ll be damned if you give into it!

“let me fuck you raw again, baby…”

you glare at him defiantly, hands on your hips as you straddle his lap. “absolutely not, toji! we've been over this. i'm not ready for a kid right now.”

he just grins up at you cockily, large hands gripping your waist. “aw c'mon babe, don't be like that. you know you love feeling my cum flood your tight little pussy.” is thumbs rub circles on your lower belly. “and i know you'll look so damn hot all round and glowing with my baby growing inside you."

you scowl and try to wriggle off his lap but he holds you firmly in place, erection pressing insistently against your ass. “unhand me, you brute!” you demand haughtily, “i won't be bred against my will!”

his eyes gleam with mischief and lust, hands tightening around your waist as he chuckles deeply. “oh, but darling... i think you're enjoying this way more than you let on,” he teases, nipping lightly at your earlobe.

his fingers trail down towards your thighs, deftly slipping under the hem of your skirt to tease along your inner thigh. “besides, who said anything about doing it against your will? i just wanna see those pretty tits swell up with milk and feel our son kicking inside ya...”

with a swift movement, he flips you onto your back on the couch before you can react, pinning you beneath his heavy frame. his breath is warm against your neck as he whispers huskily, “now why don't we make ourselves comfortable while we discuss this further?”

“you're such an infuriating man!” you huff indignantly, squirming underneath him despite yourself. “fine then, if i have to do this, you better make it worth my while!”

your hands reach up to claw at his chest, nails digging into the hard muscle there as you push against him. the firmness of his body pressed against yours sends shivers through your spine. “show me what else you can do besides getting me pregnant...”

he smirks down at you, clearly pleased with your response. “is that so?” he murmurs seductively, trailing kisses along your jawline until he reaches your lips.

his tongue slips past them in a dominant sweep that leaves no room for argument. one hand moves from your hip to cup one of your breasts over the fabric of your shirt, thumb rubbing over the hardened nipple through the material.

“you've got quite the mouth on you when you're angry,” he growls approvingly before pulling away slightly to admire his handiwork— the flush spreading across your cheeks and chest. “but don’t worry baby... i plan on showing you plenty tonight.”

your breath catches in your throat as he continues his assault on your senses. you arch up into his touch, nipples pebbling harder against the palm of his hand.

“arrogant bastard...” you gasp out between moans, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity despite the heat pooling between your legs.

but it’s futile— every brush of his skin against yours sets fire to your veins and makes your heart race faster. the sight of him looming above you like this, so powerful yet so gentle at times... it drives you wild.

“just remember this next time you decide to play doctor without consent,” you manage to say through gritted teeth before biting down on your lip hard enough to taste blood. he chuckles darkly at your words, but doesn't stop what he's doing. instead, his other hand slides down from your waist to grip your thigh tightly.

“oh, i'll remember alright,” he promises huskily before leaning down to capture another kiss from you.

his free hand slips beneath your shirt to find bare skin, tracing up along your ribcage until he reaches your breast once more. this time though, there's no barrier between them— only soft flesh meeting rough fingertips.

“feel good?” he asks teasingly as he rolls your nipple between two fingers causing sparks to shoot straight down to your core. the sensation of his touch on your bare skin sends shockwaves through you. a low whimper escapes from deep within your throat as he teases your sensitive nipple.

“too good,” you admit breathlessly, tilting your head back against the cushioned couch back. your hips instinctively buck upwards seeking friction against nothing but air. the need for something— anything— to fill that empty ache gnawing at you becomes almost unbearable.

“just because i say yes doesn't mean you get to take advantage of me,” you pant out weakly, trying desperately to keep hold of whatever shred of control left over. but with each stroke of his fingers over your heated flesh, it feels less like a warning and more like an invitation into pleasureland.

a wicked grin spreads across his face at your words. “take advantage? me?” he questions mockingly, though there's a glint of amusement in his eyes.

slowly, deliberately, he starts to slide downwards— kissing and licking a path along your collarbone before dipping lower still until he reaches the swell of your breasts. “i think we both know who's really in charge here,” he rumbles against your skin, hot breath ghosting over one hardened peak, “and it ain't you.”

without warning, he takes the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucks hard— tongue swirling around it torturously slow while his hand continues its ministrations on the other side.

a sharp cry tears itself from your lips as waves of pleasure crash over you. his mouth on your breast feels incredible; too much so for comfort. your fingers tangle into his hair, holding him close against you. despite everything you’ve been saying, it’s clear that you’re losing ground fast.

“don't stop...” you breathe out heavily, unable to deny him anymore.

even though part of you knows this isn't fair— that he's manipulating things to get exactly what he wants— another part relishes in being taken care of like this. and god help you, but it feels amazing.

“oh, fuck! just please...”

he hums in approval against your breast, the vibration sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. “that's it, sweetheart,” he coaxes, releasing your nipple with a wet pop before moving to lavish attention on its twin. “just let go and enjoy it. you know you love when i take charge.”

his hands roam your body possessively, palming your curves and squeezing roughly enough to leave marks. when he finally pulls back to gaze down at you, his expression is pure sin— dark eyes blazing with hunger and dominance.

“now, where were we?” he muses, voice dripping with promise as he starts to unbutton his shirt— revealing chiseled abs and a scattering of scars. “why don't you show me just how grateful you are for my attention?” he suggests, fingers already working to undo his belt buckle.

the sight of him undressing, even partially, sends a surge of arousal coursing through your veins. your breath hitches in anticipation as he leans closer again. “like this?” you ask, reaching out to trace a finger down his chest, feeling the ridges of muscles ripple beneath your touch.

your hand dips lower, brushing against the bulge straining against his pants. a smirk curls your lips at the feel of him throbbing beneath your fingertips. “or maybe like this?” you whisper suggestively, giving his hardness a firm squeeze through the fabric. his bulge feels heavy on your palm.

he lets out a low groan at your touch, hips jerking forward involuntarily as you fondle him through his pants. “that's it, baby,” he encourages, his own hands coming up to cup your breasts again, kneading them roughly. “get me nice and hard for you.”

with a swift motion, he frees himself from his trousers, allowing his thick cock to spring forth. it stands proud and erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “now why don't you put that clever mouth of yours to good use?” he commands, stroking himself slowly as he watches you with hungry eyes.

“lick it clean first, then take me deep inside that sweet little throat of yours. show me how much you want to be bred by me, my love.” the sight of his impressive erection makes your mouth water. with shaky hands, you reach out to wrap your fingers around his shaft. he's warm and solid in your grasp— a tangible proof of his arousal. you can't resist leaning in to lap at the precum beading at the tip, savoring the salty-sweet flavor.

leaning forward, you press a lingering kiss onto the head of his cock before taking it into your mouth. the salty-sweet flavor explodes on your tongue as you start to suck gently. “mmm, tastes good,” you murmur appreciatively before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and sucking gently.

as you begin to bob your head, taking him deeper into your warm, wet mouth with each pass, you feel yourself getting lost in the sensation. his musky scent fills your nostrils, and the weight of him on your tongue is intoxicating.

you hollow your cheeks and suck harder, determined to please him. your hand comes up to fondle his heavy balls, rolling them in your palm as you work his shaft with increasing enthusiasm.

you bob your head back and forth, taking as much of him as possible into your warm cavernous space. each stroke sends tremors rippling through your body making it difficult to concentrate on anything else besides pleasing him right now.

a low, guttural moan escapes his lips as you take him deeper, the sound vibrating through you as you suck. his fingers tangle in your hair, guiding your movements.

“fucking hell, just like that,” he growls, thrusting shallowly into your mouth as you work him over, “such a good little cocksucker, aren't you?”

he rocks his hips in time with your bobbing head, fucking your face with increasing urgency. the sight of your lips stretched tight around his girth, the way your cheeks hollow with each suck, is almost too much to bear. “you're going to make me cum so hard down your throat if you keep this up,” he warns, voice strained with pleasure. “ready to swallow every drop like a good girl?” his pace quickens, driving himself deeper with each thrust.

your nose presses against his pubic bone as he hits the back of your throat, the pressure building with each thrust. tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the intensity, but you don't dare pull away.

“mmph!” you gag slightly as he bottoms out, but quickly recover, relaxing your throat to take him even deeper. the vibrations of your muffled moans add to the sensations as you continue to suck and lick at his shaft.

your free hand slides up his abdomen to tease his nipples, pinching and rolling them between your fingers as you service him. the dual stimulation of your mouth and hands pushes you closer to the edge, your own arousal building rapidly.

you look up at him through tear-filled eyes, watching his face contort in pleasure as you work him over. his hips buck wildly, driven by instinct alone as you manage to take him impossibly deep. the sight of those full lips wrapped tightly around his cock, trembling from effort and pleasure— it's all too much.

“oh fuck, right there...” he grunts out, eyes locked onto yours, “that's it, swallow every inch.”

with a final powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt in your throat. he holds there for a moment longer than necessary, letting you adjust before beginning to move again.

“gonna fill you up soon,” he whispers hoarsely, his control slipping as ecstasy floods through him. his strokes become erratic as he teeters on the brink of release.

“just... just a bit more, my l-love...”

the feeling of him pulsing against your tongue is exquisite, his impending climax evident in the way his cock throbs and twitches in your mouth. you double your efforts, sucking harder and faster as you sense his orgasm approaching.

your throat constricts around him rhythmically as you swallow, milking his shaft for all it's worth. drool escapes from the corners of your stretched lips, dripping down your chin and onto your heaving breasts.

you can feel your own arousal building to a fever pitch, your core clenching around nothing as you imagine him filling you up with his seed. the thought alone nearly pushes you over the edge. but you hold off, determined to make him come first. you want to taste his essence, to feel him pulse and twitch in your mouth as he finds his release.

with a guttural groan, he slams home one last time, holding you in place as his cock erupts in your mouth. thick ropes of hot cum coat your tongue, flooding your senses with the intense flavor of his release.

“fuuuckkk!” he bellows, eyes rolling back in bliss as he rides out his orgasm. his grip on your hair tightens, not painful but insistent, keeping you still as he empties himself into your eager mouth. wave after wave of his seed pulses across your taste buds, each spurt a testament to his pleasure. finally, with a shuddering gasp, he stills, his cock softening slightly within the confines of your lips.

“swallow it all, baby,” he orders, voice husky with satisfaction, “every last drop belongs to you now.”

you eagerly swallow every last drop of his cum, savoring the taste as it coats your tongue and slips down your throat. his seed is potent and rich, leaving an unmistakable warmth spreading throughout your belly.

reluctantly releasing him from your mouth, you sit back on your heels, panting heavily. your lips are swollen and bruised from their vigorous use, a satisfied smile curving them despite the discomfort.

you reach up to wipe away some of the drool trickling down your chin, smearing it over your cleavage instead. looking up at him through half-lidded eyes filled with lust and satisfaction, “did i do okay?”

he looks down at you, chest heaving with each breath as he fights to regain his composure. a satisfied smirk plays on his lips as he takes in the sight of you, flushed and disheveled.

“you always did, baby,” he replies, voice rough with residual pleasure, “best damn blowjob i've ever had.” he reaches out to run a finger along your jawline, tracing the path of a single tear that has managed to escape. his touch is surprisingly gentle given the intensity of what just transpired.

“but we're not done yet,“ he adds with a predatory gleam in his eye, “it's my turn to breed you now.” without waiting for further response, he pulls you towards him until you're straddling his lap once more. his cock is already starting to stir again, eager for another round. you wrap your arms around him, smiling so beautifully just like how you are, his sweet, sweet little wife.

feeling your arms encircle him, toji lets out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest. his hands roam over your body, taking delight in the softness of your skin beneath his calloused palms.

“i'm glad you're mine,” he murmurs into your ear, nipping gently at the lobe, “i plan on making you feel very well taken care of.” his hands slide lower, pulling your hips flush against his growing erection. the sensation makes him groan in anticipation.

“so let's get started, shall we?”

you giggle softly, leaning in to press your lips to his in a tender kiss. as you pull back, you whisper, “i love being yours, toji. show me how much.” emboldened by your words, you begin to grind against him, your slick heat coating his length through the fabric of your underwear. the friction sends sparks of pleasure coursing through you, stoking the flames of desire even higher.

he captures your lips again in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to claim every inch of your mouth. when you break apart, panting, he grips your hips firmly and begins to rock you against him, the motion deliberate and slow.

“that's it, ride my cock,” he commands, voice thick with need, “let me feel that sweet pussy of yours rubbing against me.” his hands slide under your shirt, palming your breasts roughly as he continues to grind you against his hardness. the sensation is maddening, each pass sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“fuck, you're soaked,” he growls, breaking the kiss to trail biting kisses down your neck, “can't wait to bury myself inside you and fill you up.”

you moan loudly, the sensation of his hard cock pressing against your clit driving you wild. you arch your back, pushing your breasts further into his grasp as he tweaks and rolls your sensitive nipples. you can hardly stand it anymore; the need to have him inside you is overwhelming. you start to move faster against him, desperate for more contact.

“oh god, toji,” you whimper, looking into his eyes, “please, i need you... need you to fuck me.”

hearing your plea, toji's restraint snaps. with a swift movement, he stands up, carrying you effortlessly in his arms. he strides towards the bed, laying you down upon it with surprising gentleness considering the urgency of his actions.

“you'll get exactly what you ask for,” he promises, yanking down your panties with a rough tug. his gaze falls upon your glistening folds, wet and ready for him.

positioning himself between your thighs, he lines up his throbbing member at your entrance. without another word, he plunges deep inside you, stretching and filling you completely. “fucking perfect,” he grunts out, beginning to set a punishing pace. each thrust drives him deeper, hitting spots within you that make stars burst behind your eyelids.

a loud cry tears itself from your throat as he fills you entirely, stretching your walls deliciously. the sensation is overwhelming, causing your entire body to shake.

“oh, t-toji, baby..” you plead desperately, wrapping your legs around his waist to draw him even deeper if possible. every stroke hits just right, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scratching lightly over his skin as you cling to him for support. you can't help but buck up to meet each of his powerful thrusts, desperate to take everything he offers.

he growls in approval, loving the way you claw at him as he pounds into your willing body. the sound of your cries and the sight of your breasts bouncing with each forceful thrust only spur him on.

“look at me,” he demands, his voice thick with lust, “want to see those pretty eyes when i breed you.” his hands grip your hips tightly, anchoring you to him while he drives into you mercilessly. the slap of flesh echoes around the room, punctuating the symphony of moans and groans.

as he watches your face contort with pleasure, toji leans down to capture a nipple between his teeth, nibbling harshly before soothing it with a flick of his tongue. you obey instantly, meeting his gaze with wide, lust-filled eyes. the combination of his commanding presence and the raw pleasure he's giving you leaves you breathless.

“oh fuck, toji...” your voice trails off into a series of broken whimpers as he teases your nipple. the dual sensations of his cock pounding into you and his teeth grazing your sensitive bud send shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your veins.

your inner walls clench around him involuntarily, trying to milk him for all he's worth. but it's clear that you're far from finished; there's still so much more you want from this dominant man.

feeling your walls flutter around him, toji can't hold back a satisfied grunt. he releases your breast with a pop, watching as a bead of blood appears where he'd been sucking. “good girl,” he praises, slapping your thigh lightly for emphasis, “keep coming for me.”

with renewed vigor, he starts slamming into you harder than before. each thrust goes deeper than the last, aimed directly at that spot inside you that makes stars dance across your vision. the bed creaks under their combined weight as he picks up speed, driven by pure instinct and carnal desire.

the sharp sting of pain from his bite quickly gives way to intense pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly. your body bows off the mattress with each brutal thrust, helpless to resist the onslaught of sensation.

“o-oh god, oh god!“ you whimpering, your voice hoarse from crying out in ecstasy. your mind blanks, consumed solely by the primal urge to be filled, claimed, bred. you lock your ankles behind his back, using every ounce of strength to pull him impossibly deeper. your hips rise to meet his, creating a frenzied rhythm that threatens to shatter you completely.

the feeling of you wrapping yourself around him, urging him on, pushes roji closer to the edge. he feels your body tensing beneath him, signaling that you’re nearing your climax. “that's it,” he encourages through gritted teeth, “come for me, show me how much you love being fucked by your husband.”

his thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release. the thought of filling you with his seed fuels his arousal further. “going to breed you so good,” he vows before capturing your lips once more in a bruising kiss. the intensity of his words coupled with the relentless pace of his thrusts sends you spiraling into oblivion. a scream rips from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave.

“i'm cumming!“ you cry out, your body convulsing around his cock as waves of pleasure rip through you. your juices coat his shaft, slickening the path for him to find his own release. your inner muscles clench and unclench rhythmically, milking him for all he’s worth. you can barely form coherent thoughts; all that remains is raw, animalistic pleasure.

feeling your pussy spasm around him triggers toji's own climax. with a guttural roar, he buries himself to the hilt and unleashes a torrent of hot semen deep inside you. “take it all, my wife,” he growls, his hips jerking erratically as he pumps you full of his essence. the sensation of his cum flooding your womb sends shivers down his spine.”

as the final pulses of his orgasm subside, toji collapses onto you, his heavy chest heaving against your own. he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, marking you with gentle bites and whispers of praise. panting heavily, you bask in the afterglow of your intense coupling. feeling toji's warm seed fill you to the brim brings a sense of satisfaction and completion.

“handsome,” you murmur contentedly, running your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. embracing the intimacy of the moment, you wrap your arms around him, holding him close as he recovers. your bodies remain joined, the evidence of his claim still dripping from your entwined forms.

toji hums in pleasure at your touch, nuzzling deeper into your embrace. he presses a soft kiss to your pulse point, savoring the taste of your skin.

“mmm, you're beautiful too, the most beautiful,” he murmurs, slowly rolling you to your sides. even in this position, he remains buried inside you, his softening cock still nestled in your warmth. gently, he begins to rock against you, stirring the mix of his cum and your juices within your shared depths. he action sends pleasant tingles through both of you, prolonging the intimate connection.

“this was perfect,” he says, his voice low and satisfied, “just what we both needed.”

your body responds eagerly to his movements, each subtle shift reigniting the embers of pleasure within you. you let out a blissful sigh, enjoying the lazy rhythm you've fallen into. “it was...more than perfect,” you agree, a smile curving your lips despite the exhaustion settling in. the tender affection mixed with the lingering heat of your lovemaking leaves you feeling cherished and utterly fulfilled.

as the minutes stretch on, you find yourself reluctant to break away from this sweet, languid closeness. it's moments like these that make you realize just how deeply you adore your husband— in every way imaginable.

toji gazes at you adoringly, taking in the blissful expression on your face. he reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his touch feather-light and reverent.

“i love seeing you like this,” he confesses softly, “satisfied and happy in my arms.” he pauses, his expression turning thoughtful. “i think it's time we started planning our family, don't you? we could have a few more little ones running around, keeping us busy and on our toes.”

the suggestion is made with a playful glint in his eye, but there's an underlying seriousness to his words. toji wants to build a life filled with love, passion, and children— and he intends to start that process soon. at the mention of starting a family, your heart swells with joy. the idea of carrying another child conceived in such passionate, loving circumstances fills you with excitement.

“you know i've always wanted that,” you reply, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, “a house full of laughter and love...and maybe some mischief too, maybe later,”

the prospect of growing their family together stirs something deep within you. not just physical attraction, but emotional commitment— a bond forged not only between lovers but also parents-to-be. “but for now,” you continue, tracing idle patterns on his chest, “let's just enjoy this moment. our private paradise.”

hearing your agreement, toji smirks, his eyes sparkling with delight. he captures your wandering hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss.

“a private paradise sounds ideal,” he agrees, nipping gently at your fingertips, “but i suppose we should get moving eventually.” despite his words, there's no urgency in his tone. Instead, he seems content to simply stay here with you— lost in each other's company until reality comes knocking.

“but first,” he adds, pulling you closer until your breasts press against his chest, “i need to make sure you're thoroughly satisfied.”

a soft chuckle escapes your lips at his declaration. the idea of being thoroughly satisfied by your husband is quite appealing indeed. “oh, i think i am,” you purr, rubbing your thighs together to alleviate the residual ache left by their earlier activities, “but if you insist...“

you arch your back slightly, pressing even harder against him. the sensation of his semi-hard member still nestled inside you sends delightful sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins. “just one more round?” you tease, batting your eyelashes playfully.

toji's smirk widens at your teasing words, his dark eyes gleaming with lustful intent. he rolls you onto your back, positioning himself above you with a predatory grace.

“one more round it is then,” he declares, beginning to move again, leaning closer to kiss your forehead. his renewed thrusts are slow and deliberate, designed to draw out every last drop of pleasure from both of you.

each stroke sends jolts of pleasure radiating throughout your body. the combination of his weight pressing down on you and the steady rhythm of his hips driving into yours creates an intoxicating blend of sensations.

“and when we're done,” he promises huskily, “we'll start planning our future...together.”

[peppermintchaos]

Are you a coffee enjoyer or is it solely Dragonberry Celsius for you?

i think this draft of mine pretty much sums it up. but also like you i'm just like this normally. it's only when i have to lock in that i start drinking large amounts of caffeine. it doesn't wake me up actually i think it makes me eepier but it sort of makes my brain go quieter