#M’mm!!

[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

Carlos feeling so uninspired he’s inspired to save his marriage from the potential of whatever That is

[e-hibiscus]

Pairing: Kafka x Afab!reader

Warnings: NSFW, use of strap, strap is referred to as cock,

Author’s Note: Repost

Minors DNI! | NSFW! under the cut

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She always did enjoy getting a reaction out of you. The sweet noises that escape your lips has Kafka wanting to bend you in half. She kept a slow but strong pace, taking note of each cry of pleasure that left your lips. It made her chuckle when she saw the fat tears welling in your eyes, ready to streak down on your face. Your makeup has long since been ruined after Kafka had you eat her out earlier.

“My sweet girl, taking me so well.” She purrs against your ear as she slowly guides you to your first orgasm of the night. Kafka’s gone for months at a time. You cherish the moments you have her in your bed as much as she does. Not seeing your beloved has led to many lustful sessions, both of you want nothing more than to feel every inch of each other’s bodies.

This time though, it's a little different. Kafka wasn’t rushing through things, deciding to go slow and sensual with each and every one of her actions. Fucking you gently while pressing sweet kisses on your neck, you can feel how she smiles against your skin. Holding you close, arms wrapped around your legs, her hips don’t stop their rhythm.

With each thrust of her hips, her eyes never once left your face. She watches as the silicon toy pounds into your pussy. Your body trembles under her ministrations, arching your body up towards her as the room echoes with the sound of your skin slapping against one another. Every movement drove the toy deeper into you in the repeated cycle of feeling empty and then full how she pulled away leaving only the tip before pushing the entire length back inside— letting the toy kiss your cervix every time.

The small choked gasps bubbling in the back of your throat. The way your stomach tenses and relaxes was a sign Kafka recognized immediately. Rolling her hips against yours, you cling around her neck, pulling her down into a messy kiss that Kafka moaned into continuing her thrusting without fail. You felt each drag against your walls as she tightened her grip on your hips.

“M’mm close…” You cried out between breaths. Every inch of your body shakes as you felt her cock pound into you, slowly picking up the pace when she hears the breath hitch in your throat. Kafka continued her relentless assault, dragging each stroke as your pussy starts clamping down on the toy.

Her hands snake around your thighs teasingly before lifting you so she can set them on her shoulders. You shutter as she hits that perfect spot in your core again and again until your cries surpass the sound of your hips fucking.

You don’t realize you’re crying until Kafka kisses away your tears. She hums in satisfaction as she goes rougher, slamming her hips. The creamy ring forming around the base of the strap had her getting worked up with desire. Getting to see your fucked out expression has her nails dig into the plush skin of your thighs.

“Go ahead, baby girl. Cum for me.” Kafka drawls out. Your teary eyes close shut as the pleasure rushes through you. She practically bends you in half— your legs reaching your ears as Kafka goes impossibly deep. You throw your head back with a loud moan of Kafka’s name, cumming as she toys with your puffy bud as you writhe in her hold.

“Atta girl…” She coos down at you. Kafka draws out the waves of pleasure for as long as possible. As much as she loves ruining you, she loved taking you so gently like this.

Your orgasm felt so long and intense— it felt like an eternity as you shake in her hold. Gradually, her hips slow, staying nestled in your sensitive folds, kissing your spent body with all the love and affection you deserve.

Her eyes focus on the messy sight below her as she slowly pulls out, leaving your pussy gaping and empty. You whine out at the feeling, and Kafka lets out a pleased hum as you catch your breath. Shaky and tired, your body quivers while she plants more kisses against your sweaty form. “You don’t need to do a thing.”

“I’ll be here when you wake up in the morning, just rest up and get some sleep.” She adds while removing the harness and you can hear the soft thud of the toy landing on the floor before Kafka climes into the bed with you once again. Your eyelids grow heavy when her lithe hands wrap around your torso as your body is overcome with exhaustion from the intensity.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

If you can & want to. (Love ur work btw ❤️)

I’m in desperate need for more Mortica, like fuck…anyway lol I would like to request Sub!Mortica x SoftDom!Reader where Tish is so very desperate clinging to reader begging and pulling out all the stops:waterworks, big puppy dog eyes, nuzzling, whining &, clinging. Reader gives in and throughly fucks her, Tish is of course very happy and cuddling ensues after some fun.(CZJs eyes man, they are absolutely beautiful.)

(Shapeshifted p, praise kink Tish, Tish is obsessed with sitting on readers lap w/ her head tucked into the crook of readers neck and she loves cuddling)

Heyyy anon! Absolutely!!! Thank you for the request 🥰 Hope you Enjoy 💞💞 Nad I hope you have a lovely day/night!!

Wait Your Turn ~Sub!Morticia Addams xFem Soft!Dom!Shapeshifting!Teacher!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, shapeshifting dick (g!p), riding, praise kink, begging, crying, kissing, overstimulation, etc.

Enjoy (;

It wasn’t even first period yet, and your wife was getting needy…

You chuckled to yourself as you were getting some early work done, and Morticia oh so innocently waltzed into your classroom. Her hips swayed and her fingers played with her raven locks, as she walked towards you.

“Morning ‘Tish…” you hummed, not looking up from your work as you finished your last graded paper of your fourth period class.

“I missed you…” the raven haired teacher pouted, “You weren’t at breakfast…”

“I’m gone for a couple of hours, and you already miss me…?” You teased your lover.

“Mhmmmm…” she hummed, moving to lay her upper body against your desk while waving her ass teasingly.

You put your pen down and filed the graded paper away, finally looking up at your wife. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight in front of you. Morticia was leaned up against your desk, giving you a perfect view of her perky tits, bouncy ass, and pouting lips.

“You’re too cute” you cooed, scrunching your nose in a little bunny movement.

Morticia grabbed your hands and pulled them forward to palm her tits in response, as well as giving you her classic puppy dog eyes.

“Use your words, sweet girl…” you reminded the raven haired woman, groping her tits as you spoke.

“Fuck me before your first class…?” Morticia needily asked, leaning into your touch happily.

You quirked your head at your wife, suddenly removing your hand. Morticia whimpered in response.

“Nuh uh…” you tutted as a reminder, “No complaining…”

The woman nodded.

“Sorry Ma’am…” she needily purred.

“Maybe later, sweetheart. Class starts in 10 minutes, that’s too close. Be a good girl and go back to your classroom, your students arrive in 5.” You cooed.

Morticia bit her lip in frustration and nodded in recognition. She walked out in defeat. But the sway in her hips told you that feeling wasn’t permanent. She’d be back…

~~~

The next time Morticia found you was during your shared lunch break. You had both brought food from home, and she had found you in your classroom once more.

This time she came right up to your chair and plopped herself in your lap. She hummed in content of being so close to you, nuzzling impossibly closer.

“Missed you…” Morticia whined into your neck.

Putting her head in the crook of your neck was one of her favorite pastimes…

You sighed and put your work and lunch down once more. Your hands went to her back and hip, and this made the woman purr in delight. She clung onto like there was no tomorrow. You chuckled at her clinginess and apparent neediness.

“You’re going to have to wait until we’re home, sweet thing…” you cooed.

Morticia pulled out to meet your gaze, her face contorted with big puppy dog eyes and a plumped up pouty lip.

“Please Ma’am… M’mm so needy…” she whined desperately, while grinding herself down on the plastic dick underneath your trousers.

“No, baby… Not until we get home…” you lightly teased, but with still a firm tone of voice.

The raven haired teacher let out a frustrated and strangled sigh. She pulled her head out from your neck. The woman bit her lip and then nodded slowly in recognition, her head hanging low and her eyes still looking at you doe eyed and needy. You chuckled lightly.

“You can stay here, in my lap, until I’m finished with my lunch, Baby. And if you’re good, we can go home early tonight. How does that sound?” You suggestively cooed.

Morticia’s eyes lit up a little and she picked her head up, nodding eagerly in agreement.

“Ok, yes please, please Mon Amour…” Tish begged with her best puppy dog eyes.

You smiled lightly in amusement and nodded, letting the woman curl back up into your frame.

For the rest of your lunch break, Morticia cuddles fiercely against you, not letting you go for even a millisecond. She purred like a happy cat, rocking her body against you and your bulge.

Time past and your lunch break ended swiftly. Picking up your wife and placing her back on her feet, you put your lunch away and kissed Morticia on the cheek.

“Time for our classes, my love…” you sighed.

Morticia looked at you, her eyes silently begging for you to drop all your classes for the afternoon and spend the whole rest of the day with her. And like you could read her mind…

“ ‘Tish, love, we’ll have all the time after class” you comforted your wife, “Can you be a good girl and go teach your students? We can meet here after last period.”

Morticia fluttered her eyelashes in a quick pattern, almost like she was getting ready to cry. But she simply nodded instead. You nodded and smiled lightly in response.

Before you could go back to focusing on your work, the raven haired teacher’s lips were on yours. You could taste the neediness on her tongue. You let Morticia have a couple minutes of kissing, before you broke away.

“I love you, Baby” you cooed.

“Love you too, Mon Amour” Your wife purred.

You then sent the woman out and back on her way to her own classroom.

~~~

Your last class of the day’s bell rang, and the students quickly packed up and poured out from your classroom and into the hallway.

You sighed in relief, finally finished with classes for the day and anticipatory of going home. You began to pack up your things, checking the clock and awaiting your wife’s soon arrival. Within minutes, Morticia was in your room, bag in hand, ready to leave.

“Almost ready, my love… Just have to pack up my things, then I will be good to go” you hummed.

Morticia pouted in response, sitting at one of the student desks and tapping the desk impatiently. You then heard her start sniffling. You looked up, picking up your bag, and walked over to your wife.

“Why are you crying, Baby…?” You cooed.

Tish sniffled and looked up at you. Her eyes were all puppy dog and again and her lip was trembling.

“Need you so bad… so bad it hurts…” she whimpered.

“Oh Baby… I know… Let’s go home.” You comforted the woman.

~~~

You’d both gotten undressed instantly when you’d gotten home, and now, you were sitting in the middle of your bed, with Morticia on your lap.

She was cuddled up, her face in your shoulder, as you dragged her wet cunt down onto your shapeshifted member. You sank Tish all the way down on your dick, and the woman cried out in overstimulation.

“So F-full… Too much Ma’am…!” Morticia breathlessly moaned, her sounds muffled by your neck and shoulders

“No no, you can take it, my good girl.” You cooed into her ear, “You begged for my cock all day… You can be a good girl and take it…”

Tish nodded vigorously, as you began to find a faster pace at which you started slamming into your wife’s aching hole. Sinful moans and cries flowed from Morticia’s lips, her sounds getting more and more desperate. Your pounding became more rough and hard.

You made Morticia crash over the edge for the first time that night, and she clinged onto you, crying out in pleasure and scratching the hell out of your back. Her cries didn’t stop though…

As you didn’t relent. You kept slamming up into her. Her hips rutted instinctually down on you dick. She began crying it was all too much for her. But she begged you not to stop.

And so you made her cum again. This time, Tish muffled her leud sounds by biting down on your shoulder. You groaned in pleasurable-pain, continuing to thrust in and out of the woman.

“Doing so well, Baby… Being such a good girl… Color?” You reassured the raven haired woman.

“Good God G-green—!!” Morticia desperately moaned out.

“Good girl…” you cooed.

~~~

Once Tish had finally been tired out, you immediately started to comfort and love on her. She cuddled into your frame, after you had cleaned up her thighs. Morticia clung onto you tightly, humming happily at having gotten what she wanted.

“Sleep Well, Sweet girl…” you cooed.

“Mmmm Night, Mon Amour” Tish whispered.

~~~

Morticia Addams Masterlist

[woo-kyungs]

this is a kurapika love zone

[verinarin]

i think sub!matt would be obsessed with reader’s neck since he can hear her pulse there the best.

at first it’d be wholesome (warm hugs where he’d bury his face in her neck and breathe her in).

but slowly it would get more intimate… matt would plant a million soft kisses on her neck, caressing her waist, reducing her to a puddle of desperate breaths 😫

Oh god… 😮‍💨

I could already imagine the smugness on his face when you’re breath hitched. Okay, let me paint a picture for you anon..

Warning: 18+ NSFW

It was an innocent activity that you usually partake with Matt, nothing more than sitting on his lap, facing him while reading a novel that you just bought for the weekends.

It’s a customary thing you’ve been doing since you dated him, you’ll pick up a short novel you could finish in two days and then you’ll read it for him, like a short story telling of some sorts.

Now then, today he seems a bit off.

You usually would rest your head on his chest while softly reading the novel, his arms would wrap around your waist as his rest his head on top of yours.

But today he had been burying his face on your neck, it’s not like you don’t enjoy it ,but it makes you harder to read since you have to wrap your arms around his neck to properly do so.

It was going well until he starts kissing your soft skin, your neck to be precise. It’s innocent yet you could feel that he’s conspiring into something more ….intimate.

You couldn’t help but slightly moan because of the friction he made by kissing your neck.

“Matthew,” you whisper beside his ear, he answered with a simple hum as he continued to kiss your neck, but this time his tongue is involved, gently licking and sucking your neck.

“Nghnn…what do you think you’re doing ? ” you whine, resting your face on his shoulder because of his restless onslaught on your neck.

“M’mm just kissing your neck that’s all, sweetheart,” he says between teasing your neck with his so called ‘kisses’.

“Hah~, m’not gonna finish if you keep this up, Matthew,” you sniffle, your novel was already dropped on the floor some time ago to let your hands wrap around his neck for support.

“Honestly, I wasn’t even paying attention,” he chuckles, his fingers circling your back as he goes even further with his teasing.

Now he’s straights up marking your neck with hickeys.

“Tch, rude,” you scoff at him, he is enjoying himself proofed by his constant whines and moans while marking you.

“Sorry dear, but your neck was just too delectable to pass on,” he says between his moan, now he moves to the other side of your neck.

It’s too much, but you can’t decide whether you want it to stop or want more.

“Matthew, please stop,” your breath hitch, you were doing your best to keep your whines and moans at bay, he certainly doesn’t appreciate it.

“I can’t stop, please I need this,need you,” he whines, now he moves even further to your collar boner, nibbling the skin softly.

“Not now, I was reading,” you can’t seem to hold back your whines and moans anymore, you could feel his lips slightly curving like he was smirking at the fact he made you let down your guard.

“Why are you grinding on my thighs then ?, sweetheart,” it seems that he also picked up your unsubconscious action along the way.

Now you’re kind of pissed off with his attitude.

“I’m not, don’t be cocky, Matthew,” you harshly admit, which fuels him even more. It was like he’s been teasing you to make you mad.

“I’m just stating facts,” his tone was cocky, too much cocky for your liking. Being cocky is a charm of his, but he needs to be put down to his place, and he’s probably waiting for it.

“You gonna seat here kissing my whole body ? ” you intertwine your fingers into his hair while he’s occupied with both of your neck and collar bone with his fingers fiddling with the buttons of your shirt.

“Maybe ? ” he have the audacity to actually tease you, when you both knew who really wants this in the first place.

Suddenly your grab the collar of his shirt and drag his face from your neck towards your face, you could see his lust-driven smile.

“Better use that smart mouth of yours on something more, rather than teasing the hell out of my neck,” you whisper beside his ear, you could feel his breath getting slightly heavier.

“Fuck, yes please,” he whines, which is cute but you need more.

“What’s the magic word, Matty,” you purr, your finger circling his broad chest slowly.

You knew how Matty affects him, he gets even more needy when you called him that.

“Fuck, please let me eat out that sweet pussy of yours,” he begs, which was pretty decent and you won’t let the poor boy suffer anymore.

He always wants your attention in every shape or form.

“Good boy,”

[kodev]

So far the integrity of the body remains m’mm even tho the subjects experience has changed it means that the body is a constant not the mind     I

[inkribbon796]

Egotober 2021 Ch. 15: He Didn’t Have TOO Much to Drink

Summary: Dark gets drunk and Wil and Chase find him adorable.

Prompt: Drink

Characters: Dark, Chase, and Wilford

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Most of the Lost Ones had come to terms with the fact that Dark was dating Chase. At least Bim limited himself to scathing glares at Chase across Dark’s office when they were in the same room, or stealing Mori’s phone to text rather angry threats to Chase when he could get away with it.

But for the most part that was the worst of it. Mostly because Chase made it a point not to live in the Manor. Dark insisted he not live in some out of the way apartment but in some penthouse apartment that had been originally intended for Author when he would eventually move out on his own. Arthur had never gotten to use it, and Host emphatically insisted he had no need for it. So Chase was basically pushed into living there. His stuff had already been moved in by the Host’s narrations before Chase had even learned it was an option.

Chase and Dark were trying to take the relationship slow and careful. Chase not wanting a repeat of his very messy divorce, and Dark not really knowing how to have a healthy relationship in the first place. The marksman had even made his peace with Wilford being an active and needed element in Dark’s life because as much as the sight of the madman’s presence boiled Chase’s blood in his veins, he loved Dark more than he hated Wil.

That led Chase to tonight. Dark was having a fairly stressful week and Chase was trying to relax in his new space when Wilford portalled in with Dark.

“Look, Darkling, there he is,” Wilford smiled, he had one of Dark’s arms around his neck and he was holding him up.

“What did yeh do ta him?”[1] Chase jumped up in a panic, racing over to them.

“Relax, we just had a couple of drinks,” Wilford smiled, letting Chase take Dark and move him over to the couch. “It’s been a while since he’s been able to let loose.”

“Why’s he drunk?” Chase demanded, laying him down on the couch. “He ne’er[2] gets drunk.”

“I can be very persuasive,” Wilford smiled proudly. “I’m sure he’s fine, he didn’t have too much to drink.”

Chase sent him a scathing glare.

“M’not[3] drunk,” Dark insisted, grabbing onto the front of Chase’s shirt to pull himself up.

Wilford snapped his fingers and suddenly Chase’s vision was spinning. He felt dizzy and his back was on the couch, Dark’s head on his chest. And the couch he’d grown comfortable with was suddenly a futon.

“Ugh,” Chase groaned. “What the hell?”

Wilford unceremoniously flopped down on the futon next to Dark. “Well, couldn’t have him getting back up now could we?”

“I should just shoot yeh[4] in the foot,” Chase leaned up on an elbow to see a good look at Dark, his ringing was more subdued than normal. He didn’t seem injured, just drowsy.

“What’s stopping you?” Wilford smiled as he tucked some of Dark’s hair behind an ear.

Chase gestured to Dark, who was laying on one of his arms.

“Some other time then,” Wilford smiled.

The marksman was about to snap at Wil but Dark leaned up to curl his hands into Chase’s shirt, making Chase smile. Chase buried his nose in Dark’s hair. “Clingy when yer drunk, ain’tcha?”[5]

“M’mm terrifyin’,”[6] Dark mumbled into his chest.

Chase tried not to laugh, and didn’t really succeed as he envisioned a little panther cub weakly stumbling around. “Yeah, yer big an’ scary, aren’tcha?”[7]

Dark made some angry grumble, but Chase knew he was already starting to slip off.

“Just sleep,” Chase told Dark, kissing his forehead. “Fook knows yeh need it.”[8]

The Entity didn’t answer, Chase and Dark eventually fell asleep, cuddled up in each other’s arms. Dark would be hungover and pissed come morning, getting snappy with both Chase and Wilford. But Chase would just smile over coffee, the image of a very cuddly Dark unable to fade from his mind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Accessibility Translations:

1. What did you do to him?

2. never

3. I’m not

4. you

5. Clingy when you’re drunk, aren’t you?

6. I’m terrifying

7. Yeah, yer big an’ scary, aren’tcha?

8. Fook knows yeh need it.

[thedreamvveaver]

‘Yes, my dear sir. If you care about your digestion, my advice is – don’t talk about bolshevism or medicine at table. And, God forbid – never read Soviet newspapers before dinner.’ ‘M’mm... But there are no other newspapers.’ ‘In that case don’t read any at all.’

Heart of a Dog, Mikhail Bulgakov

[fantasticnewtimagines]

Sweet Kisses

◘ anonymous asked: ok but smutty/semi smutty thing of that kitchen scene with newt & reader covered n chocolate and frosting and all that sugary mess,ur smut is amazing and honestly all your writings

“Perfect!” Sprinkling some sprinkles on top of your fresh baked cupcakes you smiled to yourself as you gazed down at your work. They were for Newt’s birthday tomorrow and you were excited for him to see what you’d made for him. Jacob had given you some secret baking lessons to help out. Yes, you baked, but you’d never mastered the perfection of decorating.

Placing them on the decorative plate you jumped at the sudden sound of a door opening.

“No!” You shouted. “Don’t come in!”

Newt stood there behind you, a confused look on his face as he watched you frantically used tour body to hide whatever was in front of you. He had a good idea of what it was seeing as the entire kitchen was covered in frosting, sugar and sprinkles tossled about on the counter. “Would you like me to step back out? Or...”

“Just,” You grabbed the dish towel beside you and held it up, “Just close your eyes!”

“I would love to, but how am I supposed to make it across the room without tripping it?” The wizard chuckled.

Biting your lip in deep thought you finally replied, “Close them for just a second while I put this away.”

Smiling, Newt did as you told and when he heard the cupboard door close he slowly opened one eye. You stood there wiping your hands on your already dirty dress.

“I see you’ve been busy this evening,” placing his case down, the Wizard began to remove his coat and drape it over the sofa. “What ever have you been working on?”

Giving him a look, you watched as he shuffled over and looked down at the counter. “It looks like a candy shop exploded in here.”

Taking a finger to the counter, Newt scooped up some of the chocolate frosting and ate it.

“M’mm...” he smiled, “Tastes familiar.”

“It’s Jacob’s recipe. He’s been giving me lessons to help prepare for your birthday.”

“I’ll have to thank him.” Making his way around the counter to you, Newt brought his arms to your waist, wrapping them around you and tugging you towards him. His lips were centimeters away from yours and he gently whispered, “Because this is the most delicious frosting I’ve ever had. Did you add something?”

Tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck you replied, “Just some extra love.”

“Well I can definitely taste it.” Bringing his lips to yours he met you in a sugary kiss. He smiled as he tasted the remnants of powdered sugar on your face he tasted slightly.

Breaking away, the magizoologist looked down at you and let out a laugh.

“What?!”

“You’re absolutely covered in sugar.”

Blushing, you quickly made do to run to the bathroom to clean yourself up when Newt tightened his grip, holding you in place.

“No,” he grinned, placing a kiss to the corner of your lips, “I like you like this.”

“A complete mess?”

Chuckling, Newt responded with a wide grin, “No, love. Looking utterly and completely adorable.”

You cocked your head to the side in confusion but you didn’t get a chance to reply because Newt’s lips were quickly upon yours again. But this time, instead of it being slow and gentle, it was more passionate and full of longing.

“Newt,” you tried to speak against his lips, “I need to clean up.”

“It can wait,” he answered quickly.

The wizard slid his hand up your back, his other coming up to cup your cheek. He released your lips allowing you to catch your breath. His face came to nuzzle your neck and he began kissing it sweetly. You tilted your head to the side to help give him more access and within seconds you forgot all about the mess in the kitchen.

“You really are covered head to toe, aren’t you love?” he chuckled, his hot breath ghosting down your neck and causing a shiver down your spine.

“Well,” you replied, “I can fix that.” Reaching to the bowl of frosting beside you, you quickly swiped some up on your finger and wiped it on his check. The wizard brought his face up to look at you as he wiped it away and an amused yet sly smile spread across his face. Suddenly, you watched as he reached in to the same bowl and scooped out a much bigger amount and wiped it on your nose and cheeks causing you to gasp.

“Oh,” you pulled out of his hold, “it’s on, Mr. Scamander!”

Reaching for the discarded spatula covered in chocolate batter, you warded him off as he tried to wipe a huge glob of frosting on to your face yet again.

“Nooo!” Laughing, you ducked as he lurched towards you but stumbled as you escaped his attack. You burst in to a fit of laughter as he tripped and fell to the floor.

He stifled a laugh and looked up at you still smiling, “You think that’s funny?” He asked in a fake angry tone.

“I do,” You replied between fits of laughter. “You should see yourself right now!”

“You should see yourself!” He retorted.

Grabbing the bag of sugar still sitting on the counter, you went to sprinkle some on top of him when he reached up and took a hold of your hand. He playfully yanked you down which caused the bag to slip out of your hold and just as you fell in to his arms, it came pummeling to the floor beside you and exploding in to a cloud of sugary sweetness.

The two of you burst in to laughter. Both of you were both covered in the sweet confectionary and you reached out, tousling Newt’s hair between your fingers as you shook as much as you could out. Newt, however, couldn’t care less about how much sugar covered him and instead he shifted you beneath him where he then hovered above you. His green eyes stared in to your e/c ones and for a moment, everything stood still.

Reaching up, you placed the palm of your hand to his cheek where you used your thumb to gently sweep away some lingering frosting from his cheek.

Your eyes never broke contact and suddenly Newt came down and brought his lips to your neck again. He kissed you slowly and gently before making his way to your shoulder where he paused. His fingers came to take hold of your dress he slipped your sleeve down to reveal your shoulder. Placing small kisses upon it he then trailed down to your colloarbone where he stopped momentarily and brought his eyes back up to yours. His gaze was full of passion and longing and just as you anticipated for him to kiss you again, he instead began to lift your dress up. The moment he finally had it off of you he tossed it to the side. You were now in nothing but your light pastel pink slip adorned with lace. It seemed unfair to you that only you should be on display so you quickly brought your fingers to the buttons of his vest where you hastily made off with it. Newt helped; untucking his shirt as you undid the buttons. The two garments joined yours rather quickly and Newt wasted no time as he brought his affections back to your body.

The warmth of his bare skin against the exposed parts of yours was intoxicating and you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in closer. His lips were at your slightly exposed breasts; softly kissing each one and giving equal attention to them both. It caused you to arch your back up.

“Yes...” You breathed out.

The sound of your pleasure excited the wizard greatly and he decided to speed things up a bit.

Sitting up, he looked down at you with a sly grin on his face as he began to undo his trousers. You watched him excitedly as he shimmied out of them now only in his underwear. Of course the two of you were more than ready for a bit more intamacy, but doing it on the kitchen floor wasn’t exactly something the two of you had in mind.

“I want you, Newt.”

Your confession was enough to convince Newt to skip the rest of this sweet foreplay and finally get to what you both wanted most.

Abiding quickly to your request, Newt picked you up bridal style as he slipped his wand out from his trouser pocket on the floor. His lips found yours and as he began making his way to the bedroom he held his wand up as he kept his hold under your legs. He swished it and in seconds the kitchen went in to action and began cleaning itself up.

Shutting the door behind the two of you, neither one of you heard the sudden knock at the front door.

“Y/N?” Jacob stood there with a bag in hand waiting for you to answer. After a few moments of waiting and no response, he decided to let himself in. “I forgot to give you-“ Pausing as he stepped in, Jacob stared at the sight before him. Alll around the room danced a mop that was dipping itself in a bucket of water and sloshing the floor clean. Your discarded clothing was being lifted in to the air and folded as the sink filled itself with water and a sponge quickly cleaned up every single dish.

With his jaw dropped, Jacob looked around confused but suddenly heard laughter coming from the direction of your bedroom. Gulping, he felt a blush creeping upon his cheeks as he quickly came to realize he had come at a rather inconvienant time and so he gently placed the bag on the table beside the sofa and quickly made his way out.

Breaking away from your kiss momentarily, Newt looked down at you and breathed out a small confession, “You are truly the sweetest thing I have ever beheld.”

You laughed at his choice of words but you couldn’t help but find yourself falling more in love with him with each passing second.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

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I decided not to go too deep in to a smut (sorry!). I thought this was fun and cute route though. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

[richard-lengthenhancer]

lets all remain m’mm

[berriens-artblog]

Maybe again He will be alone Guess we're equally damaged Find your name Do it all the same equally Signal when you can't breathe no more Say you were me Then you could see the view You'll know we are equally damaged Don't be a fool, make it easier You'll learn to say when Signal if you can't say, "no more" Don't cross your finger Sundays will never change They keep on coming You'll be a freak And I'll keep you company...

Listening to ��For the Damaged” with the addition of “For the Damaged Coda”... I really like the lyrics, Makes me feel like a stuck in reset Frisk is singing it to a stuck in reset Sans, except for this one scene in my head where, from the mouth of the hole in Mt. Ebott Frisk is looking at, they feel their throat being reached for, M’mm.

Then comes the end, it’s Chara keeping Frisk company. Mmmyep. Got the whole thing mapped in my head.

[just-glitch-rp]

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Www.hO0o a4r3E yy:”oU?

- Glitch

Hello there. My name is Vincent. A pleasure to meet you

[psychicadviceus]

Social Workers Share a Lot of Care in the World Today

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Social Workers Share a Lot of Care in the World Today

I write this in the expectation that the reader just like me might want to draw attention to the plight of some bunch of men and women in our area. These folks are amongst the cheapest paid and frequently the cheapest considered while at exactly the exact same time execute an important and crucial support that the most vulnerable people rely upon.

During the induction procedure for the firm I work for we had been dealt with by the CEO who advised us that social care is the 2nd most regulated sector in the united kingdom, next only to the nuclear energy market. Obviously this degree of regulation is essential to safeguard the vulnerable.

We can all look ahead to the progressing of decades and anybody of us may fall prey to debilitating disorder, it is not only our parents or our grandparents that we will need to consider but it is us too. The care we provide to people in need now is going to be the exact same care the we ourselves will come to require later on. Will we be fulfilled when we’re accountable for the care that our community has to offer you? Could we be certain that the maintenance that we would like to receive will probably be as great as the maintenance that we now manage those in need?

What exactly is it that attracts people to function from the healthcare market? With the majority of social care employees having an hourly fee at or near the National Minimum Wage it might want a individual to work eighty hours per week to make what’s currently our countries average earnings, when you put in over the hours of outstanding travel time that many social care workers do. So maybe it is not the cash!

Can it be that the zero hours contracts, which are frequently utilised in social care settings, which draw individuals? M’mm I wonder how mortgage suppliers see applications from folks on zero hours contracts, even if they’re working for eighty hours each week? Care business executives say their employees such as these contracts because it provides them flexibility. What crap! What they do is supply a flexible work force to firms at the cost of their low paid employees’s security. Employers may simply refuse if they could prove it would harm their company.

Clearly social care employees are appreciated by their companies, or are they? The company that I work for are one of many who say they appreciate their employees but a number of the work practices they utilize bring this to question.

Payment for sickness absence: Statutory Sick Pay is the standard here, which supplies #88.45 per week to employees as soon as they’ve been away for four successive days. Since it’s compensated on a daily pace and just for the times which a individual generally functions, not everyone is going to obtain the whole weekly allowance. A social care worker who has been function while unwell and potentially with an illness would place their vulnerable customers in danger also is anticipated to absent themselves from work. Regrettably a carers professionalism isn’t rewarded and it is not overly hard to envisage why somebody would rather continue functioning. Personally, I have picked up diseases from customers that have led to me taking some time off work to recuperate. Like most social care employees I’m obliged to observe rigorous infection prevention and management practices but even with the very best working practices ailments and virus put workers in danger.

The legislation states that maintenance employees time spent traveling between maintenance requirements counts as working time and needs to be utilized in the calculation to guarantee all employees get the National Minimum Wage. Not many care supplying companies observe this judgment. My employer has introduced a policy which says if a employee has 30 minutes or longer between customers they suppose the employee has had the time to have a rest, no matter how long is spent traveling and is therefor not eligible for any pay for their time spent traveling. Discussions with supervisors has led to me being advised by an executive order before the HMRC or a judge tells them differently their coverage will endure. Does that encourage the opinion that I’m valued?

A recent judgment by the European Courts about the Working Time Directive implies that employees who travel for their location of work but do not have a normal office or workshop foundation need to be compensated for the time spent traveling to their first telephone and by their very last phone back to their house. Undoubtedly this will have resulted in the policy makers in Care Providers down and up the property to draft reasons why they need to ignore this judgment. I feel the firm I work for would be to make a statement on this sometime later on.

This was not a necessity within my own conditions of employment and that I really don’t know of any other employees who have that within their own contract. But generally it wouldn’t be possible to operate with no means of transportation. It’s a business requirement but for me to get my car insured for business in addition to pleasure.

The HMRC state I will get 45p percent tax free for utilizing my own car and as a result of this I am ready to claim tax relief to the difference of what I’m paid and what the HMRC will allow. So, as I pay income tax in the 20% speed I assert 2p per mile straight back in the end of every tax year. The outcome is, I subsidise my company by 15p for each mile that I use my car in their behalf.

This actually is a problem throughout the business and is again something which questions the value put on social care employees by their companies. In addition, the company I work for fees clients once we take them out in our automobiles on national and pleasure trips in the rate of 40p per mile but just 35p per mile is paid into the member of personnel who purchases, taxes, covers, and fuels and keeps the motor vehicle. Can this assist us feel appreciated?

I recently undergone another example of sense less than appreciated. I did this research in my own free time at the opinion that I’d obtain an improvement of 34p per hour on receipt and completion of my certifications. I really don’t regret researching for and obtaining the credentials I now have, I’m am nevertheless disappointed to find that my attempts aren’t valued as far as I had been led to think they’d be.

Can we now reside in an era where it’s unfashionable to appreciate workers? Or is it simply that we can not afford to? Our authorities are about a programme of decreasing prices, taxes and services at a determined effort to reduce our federal debt. The wisdom of those measures and if they will in reality prove successful will be to the future to determine. What’s really happening today, is having an influence today.

The regional government who are the principal commissioners of social attention have seen year on year reductions from the fundamental grants that they get from government. To put it differently central authorities is squeezing local authorities. Consequently local governments have less funds to guide towards social attention, the prices they’re willing or actually can provide to maintenance providers are influenced by this. The consequence of this is that the regional authorities/commissioners in turn are squeezing the maintenance providers.

I know from older managers who more and more the regional authorities provide reduced hourly rates for maintenance than the true cost to the business for providing that care. So then, it is not overly hard to conclude that the maintenance suppliers then are squeezing their healthcare employees to be able to survive. Yes, that means me; I’m being squeezed. Maybe there are too many maintenance supplier businesses.

The understanding that my companies are currently taking on work which costs them more than they get for doing it doesn’t give me assurance or really job safety. Central authorities have made regulations and laws which stipulate that I must be compensated a minimum for every hour that I operate, yet it appears that they bring about the motives that in actual terms I get significantly less than my own entitlement.

The truth is that low paid employees are valued significantly less than they ought to be by this continuing ‘squeezing’ is a symptom of this problem which we must tackle.

I believe that it’s currently an accepted fact that most developed countries have aging populations. Advances in medical sciences imply that we can all look forward to living more both when we’re in great health and also if we need looking after by others. What we must determine is, how significant is great social attention, how exactly do we would like to finance it and how far are we willing to invest on it, easy!

The problem, is getting us all to agree. Our politicians, even when they need us to vote for them, inform us that they will ensure that our health and social services will be financed so that we receive the very best care. Following the election that the government informs us that they need to make difficult decisions which lead to cutting the funds on maintenance. The parties in opposition say they’d do it differently however their debating does not alter anything. Meanwhile the budgets continue to be cut, the professional services subsequently are trimmed and a few ceased altogether which will not enhance the care for people needing or the plight of their healthcare worker. What exactly can we do?

Given that all of the sway, squeezing and control is in the top downwards is not making life easier for social care employees and the people they appear after, can we begin generating pressure from the ground and push back it up? I believe we could. We could tell our companies that it’s no longer okay to squeeze us, that we don’t have any one to squeeze. We can let them know that it’s their obligation to deal with the organization well rather than take work for significantly less than it costs. OK, so that they might opt not to listen to us and continue being and squeezing squeezed. However, if we keep using the pressure contra into the pressure we’re under they might get annoyed enough to begin pushing the strain back up the incline. Then and only then will we now have a prospect of reversing what is increasingly becoming inevitable.

If we do not begin doing something about this today the quality of social care will deteriorate rather than improve. Care supplying businesses will be forced to cut corners in addition to continued to squeeze their employees. It can be that as a country we do not wish to devote any more on looking after the men and women who have care requirements. Most of us have the duty to become involved, state what we need for our future and that of our own families and yes we must choose if we’re prepared to cover it.

I’m of the opinion that we can not, it simply will not only go away. Just how long is it until the unprofitable care supplying companies decide it is not really worth it and shut down. This will occur if we do not do something to block it. Maybe it requires to occur for the business to rationalise and reform, forcing us to confront and make the choices which need to be made.

We can’t leave this issue at the hands of politicians and hazard a result influenced by what they believe will get them re-elected. We must determine if we need our grandparents and parents, our sisters and brothers and our kids in order to get care providers when they want them and when we do, we must cover them.

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[heartodaygrowntomorrow]

854.) Fri Apr. 5, 2019

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The Song of the Day is:

The Beatles – “I’ve Just Seen A Face” From the album Help! (1965)

I’ve just seen a face, I can’t forget the time or place Where we just met. She’s just the girl for me And I want all the world to see We’ve met, mm-mm-mm-m’mm-mm John Lennon – Paul McCartney

Don’t worry, I’ll get back to complaining about artists not yet in the Rock Hall, but for now I wanted to play…

[inkribbon796]

Big-Little Brother

Summary: Toss Boy has a new friend, and he likes the water as much as TB does.

A/N: For Toss Boy’s birthday, TB is the abbreviation for Toss Boy. Anyhow, up for some fluff? I promise, I tried to do 100% fluff, I think I did good.

At first TB thought he was an imaginary friend.

He’d had one when he was younger, one he couldn’t really remember anymore. TB could remember the stick games, though.

It was a school field trip to the beach, part of a summer program that TB hadn’t wanted to go to but his mother had forced upon him because he apparently needed new friends.

TB thought the one he had was perfectly fine.

“An’[1] that’s why Shari’s the fookin’[2] worst,” TB told his friend, the eleven-year-old had disappeared from the group and his sister. His friend, Mori, was draped over a rock, having a grey and black merman tail, his long tail lightly flicking in the water.

“Sounds solid to me,” Mori smiled. “Guilty as charged, big guy.”

“I should execute her,” TB decided.

Mori laughed, “How you gonna[3] do it, T-Boss?”

“An axe,” TB smiled.

Mori smiled as well, but startled and looked over before darting into the water, his dark fin flashing before he swam into the water.

“Tee! Tee!” His mom called out to him with a voice of terror. “Get away from there!”

“Huh?” TB asked in confusion as his mother and another chaperone pulled him away from the water’s edge, Mori lurking just underneath the water and hiding underneath the piers.

“Sweetie, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Stacy pleaded as she looked her youngest son over, Lily was nearby with some of the other kids.

“M’mm[4] fine,” TB looked back towards the pier’s edge.

“Did it hurt you?” Stacy asked.

“Did what hurt me?” TB was confused.

“That thin’[5] that monster,” Stacy told him. “I looked o’er an’ you were gone an’ when I found yeh that thin’ was with you.”[6]

“Oh that’s my friend,” TB smiled and pulled away to go back towards the edge of the pier. “Mori, my mum[7] can see yeh.”

Mori hesitantly swam to the surface, poking half his head up before pulling TB into the ocean, much to the terror of the adults watching. TB was laughing and giggling as Mori kept TB from even the danger of drowning.

“Hello Ms. Fitzpatrick,” Mori smiled, “can I keep him?”

“That’s my son,” Stacy kinda recognized his face, unsure if that was one of the more magically inclined heroes playing an ill-timed prank.

“Was that a yes or a no?” Mori asked.

Mori was convinced to give TB back but hung around the group. Stacy did have to call Marvin, and the instant she described TB’s new friend, he showed up with Ethan and Chase. Chase and Stacy had a rather tense atmosphere between each other.

The young spawning smiled at Ethan as the young hero glared at him. “I hate you.”

Mori splashed water at him with his tail, TB and Lily giggling at them.

Chase had gotten calls and texts from his . . . “new” kids. They didn’t feel new, but Chase knew almost nothing about them. “Hey, Mori, right?”

Mori smiled, and TB and Lily crept closer.

“Pretty mermaid,” Lily gasped, reaching out for Mori. The spawning leaned up and slightly out of the water so she could get a closer look at him.

“Look at that, shows what Mem knows, I terrorize fifteen tourists and I don’t get in trouble for it,” Unus told them with a huge smile.

“Oh, we’ll talk about that later, you face stealing shitbag,” Ethan smiled at Mori.

Mori leaned up out of the water, “Fuck you.”

Then he dipped back into the water, splashing Ethan with his tail.

Chase got onto his phone, sending Dark a quick text: “Mori is over near the Palace Pier, causing trouble around a bunch of school kids. Can you pick him up?”

“He is?” Dark texted after a minute.

“Yeah,” Chase told him and sent him his exact location. “He’s in the water.”

“I’ll retrieve him as quickly as possible,” Dark promised.

As Chase was trying to figure out the logistics of literally fishing Mori out of the bay, or if Dark was going to have to start randomly opening up portals of seawater, Mori came back up. He was looking a bit more fishlike for a couple more seconds before wiping the water away from his face and looking more human again.

Marvin glared into the ocean, “Didn’t know yeh[8] could turn inta[9] sea monster.”

“I’m the Gongoozler,” Mori smiled.

“Do yeh[8] eat people?” Chase asked.

Mori’s tail flickered uneasily as he thought about that, “No, should I be?”

“No! Don’t eat people.” Chase order.

“Oh, before I forget,” Mori pulled out two little geode rocks.

“Here,” Mori smiled as he held up the two little geodes for TB and Lily. “I found these, they have cool rocks inside.”

At that point a portal opened up right underneath Mori and dropped him from the ocean, right into the Manor’s pool. Right where a disapproving-looking Dark was waiting to scold Mori for making a scene in front of school children, until he learned who Mori had been with.

TB was sad to see his friend go, but they’d meet up again, Mori always seemed to know where TB was.

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Accessibility Translations:

1. And

2. fucking

3. going to

4. I’m

5. thing

6. I looked over and you were gone and when I found you that thing was with you

7. mom

8. you

9. into

[onlyaburrito]

Look at the text space it’s WILD. This is ONE PAGE!!!! They actually packed 8 columns onto one page the lunatics!!!!!!!

Also M’mm Love those Lucky Droodles

I’m going through archives for the paper I work at and I dont know why but I’m genuinely so surprised to see so many cigarette ads lmao the edition I’m looking at rn is from 1956 and it’s like PLEASE. SMOKE A CHESTERFIELD!! IM BEGGING YOU! And me, barely remembering smoking sections existing in restaurants, WHILE violently vaping, am absolutely Taken Aback.

There’s no way a Toasted Lucky could ever taste better than a cucumber mint juul pod- and that’s the truth.

And THATS a play on the anti tobacco campaign Truth. Thank you for listening. Goodnight.