#black air and black black lungs

[shadowycreatormentality]

A nice lil Halloween/Day of the Dead drabble for you all <3333

Warning: spoilers until the latest chapter of the manga

It's October 21st of 2023 also known as The start of Undas or All souls day in the Philippines. It was raining lightly that night. Dozens of people are still in Cemetery paying respect to deceased loved ones.

Hideyo is one of those people. Now a full time sorcerer and five full years of living without Megumi.

Hideyo lit a cigarette as they stared at the tombstone grimly. "Did you really have to die too? Huh, Grandma?"

Gloria Silva, Died October 20th 2023.

You think that with time, they would finally moved on. But the sleepless nights and the pain in their heart still hasn't gone away.

Those dreams of what could've happened if Satoru wasn't sealed.

"Hideyo-senpai? Oh, there you are. I'm sorry for your loss." Yuji patted their shoulder as a means of comfort only for Hideyo to shrug it off.

"What did I tell you, Yuji? Just call me Hideyo. We've known each other for a long time now, so no need for formalities." Hideyo said after taking another puff of the cigarette.

Yuji gazed at the blunt, "Hideyo, didn't I tell you to stop smoking?"

Hideyo looked at Yuji indifferently, "When do I ever listen? It's not like you're a shining example too. I see those bags and puffy eyes, I'm not fucking blind, Yuji."

"But at least I try and get some sort of help instead of brooding in a corner. Did you even eat today?" Yuji retorted back.

"Dunno honestly, I forgot." Hideyo murmured knowing Yuji has a point.

Yuji sighes, "You think Fushiguro would-"

"DO NOT SAY HIS NAME!" Hideyo shouted at Yuji which caused him to flinch and get into a fighting stance.

Both quickly recovered and an awkward silence followed.

Yuji decided to bite the bullet and step forward towards Hideyo. They flinched at first but Yuji muttered a soft, "It's okay, I won't hurt you." And then, he hugged Hideyo.

Hideyo froze in place when they were embraced. But eventually, they softened up and hugged back.

Yuji didn't hear anything afterwards only feeling his shoulder get wet and Hideyo's shoulder quiver as they cry in his embrace.

"Shh… it's okay Hideyo. Let it all out."

[maingh0st]

Kaye, screaming Roiben's true name at the top of her lungs in the hopes that he'll hear her and follow her out of a life-threatening situation:

also Kaye, learning that someone else in that crowded room heard his true name and now intends to use it for their own purposes:

[heavysmokingboy]

my typical wake up. and... new ashtray :) love that one.

[viivdle]

“Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips.”

-Cardan Greenbriar, The Queen of Nothing by Holly Black.

[jfpstarchaser]

rereading my docs and i just noticed i have a thing for writing James being choked by Regulus,,,, well.

[number1abbasupporter]

i need someone to take wolfstar away from me

[phesh-n-cheps]

james "i feel as if im flying" potter and regulus "i feel as if im drowning" black

[extantformoflife]

NOW YOU KNOW!!! NOW YOU KNOW!!!!! WHAT IT IS LIKE TO LIVE IN MY BODY!!!!!!

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Tell me why there was a medical emergency on a day where a medical emergency should not have been involved lmao wtf

[seraphdreams]

eren :(

i need to suck his balls this instant.

[shadowycreatormentality]

Black Air and Black Black Lungs

Chapter 3: Strawberry Blond

"And the grass where you lay left the bed in your shape, I looked over it and I ached.”

It’s an early sunny morning in the Kyoto dormitories. But being the morning bird she is, Yue is already awake and freshened up. But to her shock, the usual late riser Hideyo puts on their Doc Martens with a far more attitude than usual. 

“Where you heading, Hideyo?” Yue asked, still taken aback by the unusual sight.

“Oh, I’m going to Tokyo, Catching up with Megumi and all,” Hideyo said while fixing their septum piercing. 

“Oh, have fun then.” Yue replied, I thought we were going out and get coffee today.

“I will. Don’t burn the dorms down when I’m gone.” Even before Hideyo could finish their sentence, Yue let out an exaggerated gasp.

“THAT WAS ONE TIME-”

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After stepping out of the train, Hideyo immediately saw Megumi. They excitedly waved over the raven-haired boy and hugged him tightly.

Megumi hugged back just as tight and chuckled into Hideyo’s shoulder, “Well hello too.”

The peace didn't last long, as the two got interrupted by a certain white-haired sorcerer.

“Sorry to break this up, you lovebirds. But I also want to say hi to my favourite student. Oohhh~ How did Megumi not tell me you got snake bites?” Satoru did not even wait for Hideyo to respond before ruffling their hair, making it messier than it already was.

“Come on, Gojo-sensei. At least treat us to a meal if you’re here. And yeah, I got the right one done last month.” Hideyo said as they wrap an arm around Megumi 

Gojo lets out a chuckle before agreeing to the request.

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After eating, the trio went to the Tokyo branch of Jujutsu High. Satoru excused himself and went off to a meeting but not before saying, “Have fun lovebirds~” which was only met with a chuckle from Hideyo and a headshake from Megumi.

Now that the pair is left alone, they went to Megumi’s room. As soon as they entered the room, Megumi scooped Hideyo in his arms. 

“Meguuuu~ Put me down.” Hideyo whined as they nuzzle their fact in the raven haired boy’s neck

“What if I don’t want to~” Megumi pouted as he gripped Hideyo’s waist tighter.

Hideyo gently picked up Megumi’s chin before nuzzling their noses together, “You know how cute you are right now? The Megumi Fushiguro being a lil cutie.” With that remark, Megumi blushes a soft pink and hides his face in the other’s shoulder.

The two stayed like that for a good minute before Megumi looked up and stared directly into Hideyo’s stormy grey eyes. “Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” Now it’s Hideyo’s turn to blush.

“Megumi… you don’t need to say that” 

“Hideyo, I’m serious. I care about you” Megumi then tucks a stray strand of Hideyo’s hair in their elf-like ears, “And you are really pretty.” With the soft smile in Megumi’s face, Hideyo can’t help but feel their heart tug.

“Thanks, by the way.”

“No problem”

[heavysmokingboy]

sucking triples, but my need was not satisfied after that..

[mssorceressupreme]

Under Your Control

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Pairing: In ho x reader

Summary: you wake up almost bare one night, away from the other players, tried to someone’s bed in an all too luxurious bedroom.

only to discover that the person you loved, young-il was the frontman and he would stop at nothing to gain information out of you.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dom!inho, sub!reader, non-con touch, age gap, oral f!receiving, fingering, hickeys, use of ropes/tied up, betrayal, stripping, toxic relationship, orgasm denial

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The first thing you noticed was the softness beneath you—luxurious sheets that felt entirely foreign after the cold, hard floor of the hall. Blinking awake, your arms tugged instinctively, only to be met with resistance. Your wrists were tied to the bedposts, the smooth silk of the restraints deceptively gentle against your skin but firm enough to hold you in place. Panic bubbled in your chest as your eyes darted around the room.

It wasn’t like anywhere else you’d seen in this nightmare of a game. The room was extravagant, draped in rich fabrics and gilded accents, a far cry from the stark, utilitarian halls where the other players remained. The flickering light from a crystal chandelier above cast shifting shadows on the walls, adding to the eerie stillness.

“Where… where am I?” you murmured, your voice trembling. The silence pressed against you, broken only by the distant hum of machinery. You tugged harder against the restraints, your breath quickening. “Let me go!” you called out to no one in particular.

A creak at the far end of the room made your head snap toward the sound. A figure stepped into view, cloaked in black, their face hidden behind the sleek, metallic mask that sent chills through you. The mask’s emotionless design contrasted cruelly with the humanity you desperately searched for.

“Who are you?” you demanded, your voice rising despite the fear knotting in your throat. “Where am I? What’s going on?” You struggled against the restraints, the silk cutting slightly into your wrists.

The figure tilted their head, the movement slow, calculated. They took a step closer, then another, the weight of their presence suffocating. Finally, their gloved hand reached up, gripping the edge of the mask.

Time seemed to slow as they pulled it off, revealing a face you knew all too well.

“Young-il?” you breathed, disbelief flooding every syllable. Your heart twisted painfully, as though the air had been stolen from your lungs.

He smirked, the expression sharp, almost cruel, and yet it sent an unwelcome flutter through your chest. “Surprised, angel?” he said, his voice low and smooth, like honey laced with poison.

The nickname, one he’d used during the games, felt like a blade twisting in your heart. It was a cruel reminder of who you thought he was—the ally who had stood by your side, shared quiet moments of understanding, and made you feel safe.

And yet here he was, towering over you, not as a fellow player but as something far more sinister.

“You…” Your voice cracked as you stared at him, your emotions tangling into a knot of betrayal and heartbreak. “You lied to us. To me. You’re one of them.”

He chuckled softly, a sound that felt like a mockery of all the warmth you once thought he possessed. “Don’t be so dramatic,” he said, his tone playful but undercut with a dangerous edge. “I was doing what I had to. We all are.”

Your lip trembled, but you set your jaw, glaring at him even as your chest ached. “I trusted you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “...I loved you.”

His smirk faltered for a split second, a flicker of something softer passing through his eyes. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by that same icy exterior. He moved closer after taking off his coat to reveal a black tight fitted shirt underneath.

The mattress dipped under his weight as he hovered over your tied-up vulnerable body, both his legs on either side of your hips.

“I’m not here to talk about feelings, Y/N,” he said, leaning in just enough that his breath brushed against your cheek. “I need information.”

You turned your head away, refusing to meet his gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His hand cupped your jaw, gently but firmly turning your face back to him. The touch sent a jolt through you, confusing and unwelcome. “Don’t lie to me,” he said, his voice a quiet warning. “I know you’re close to Gi-hun. He trusts you. Now, tell me about that plan he told you.”

“No,” you said, the word shaking but resolute. “I won’t betray him. I won’t betray them.”

His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “Oh, angel,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.”

Before you could protest, his lips captured yours in a kiss that stole your breath. It was unexpected, overwhelming, and despite everything, it ignited something in you that you couldn’t suppress. Your resolve wavered as his hand moved to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss.

When he pulled away, you were left reeling, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. “Now,” he said, his voice softer but no less commanding, “tell me.”

You shook your head, biting your lip to keep from speaking. He tilted his head, his eyes scanning your body up and down, beneath him. He then caressed the side of your upper body, his hand making his way to your jacket zipper.

Shit, you weren't wearing a bra underneath today, nor a shirt, because it was supposedly bedtime. Slowly, he undid your zipper, exposing your cloth-less skin. "No bra?"

You laid beneath him shaking your head slightly, now bare, even more vulnerable.

"Look at you, so fucking pretty..." He then leaned in, "I might have to be rough if you don't tell me what I want..." He cooed, almost mockingly. His lips ghosting over yours, teasing, before pressing another kiss to them, sucking lightly. This time, your body betrayed you entirely, melting into him despite the storm of emotions crashing within you. Straightening himself up, he pulled your pants down while still hovering over you, leaving you in your undies. He pressed his thumb to your throbbing clit, with pressure before slowly stroking your folds over the fabric of your undies.

“Stop,” you whispered, though the word lacked conviction. “Please...” Yet, he continued, slipping two fingers inside your undies before stroking your folds again. You tried to resist his touch, you hated this, you hated him for betraying you guys. But your body felt differently. Trying to resist the pleasure, you forced yourself to not react, however, your body kept twitching under his touch and from all the pleasure building up.

“Then talk,” he murmured against your lips, his voice a velvet threat.

The push and pull was too much. Your heart warred with your mind, your love for him tangling with the sharp sting of his betrayal. "I won't." You spat, and he responded by inserting two fingers harshly inside you. You moaned, tilting your head back, panting heavily as he began pumping in and out of you. "Stop..." You pleaded, whimpering as he picked up his pace. Your breathing was heavy, gosh, he managed to make you feel so good, you were like putty under his control. "You tell me to stop, yet your body tells me otherwise...." His voice was low, sensual, "...so fucking wet for me..."

You felt your climax near approaching, your heartbeat quickening, you were close. "Young-il..." You plead, once more. "I'm gonna....I'm getting close..." Barely a whisper came out, your eyes shut tightly, body melting under his touch. "I'm gonna cum..."

He continued, pumping deeper and faster, and your climax was getting close and closer until...

He pulled his fingers out.

"Don't stop please..." You begged, "please Young-il I need you..." You mentally slapped yourself for sounding so needy, begging for more. No matter how mad you were, a part of you still wanted him. He smirked, seeing how needy you were for him which also fuelled his own desire. His bulge was evident, pressing against your thigh.

Young-il stroked your cheeks softly, "Oh Y/N, you'll get what you want...once you tell me his plan."

"I already told you I won't." You retort. "Such a stubborn, pretty mouth, hm?" He gazed into your eyes, filled with lust. He wanted you so bad, he'd do anything to make his name fall from your pretty mouth again.

He bent down, planting sloppy kisses on your collarbone down to your stomach. Sucking harshly till he left a bruise, "You'll look even more gorgeous with my marks all over you." Shifting down, Young-il moved closer to your cunt, making eye contact while he licked your folds.

"Young-il..." You moaned, body involuntarily arching, bucking your hips up into his face. Placing his hands on the velvety part of your inner thighs, he parted your legs wider before leaning in again to place kitten licks on your cunt.

"You taste so good angel..." He murmured into you.

He made sure to suck on your clit, with extra pressure, licking between the folds, slowly but sensually. "Young-il please..." You whimpered.

He pulled away slightly, "You want me to let you cum?"

"Please..." You begged, breathing heavily.

"Please what?" He retorted, "Use your words beautiful."

"Please make me cum..." You whined, before he continued, licking your whole slit, your became wetter by the second, body begging for more.

"The plan." He demanded you to tell him, "Now." Before pulling away again.

You groaned, wanting more, needing more. Your body so close filled with arousal, yet so far from a climax.

He leaned down once more, sucking on your clit again.

"The guards!-" You cried aloud, overwhelmed with pleasure. "An attack at midnight..." You moaned softly.

"Anything else?" Young-il smirked, knowing the control he had over you. "That's Gi-hun's plan...attack management at midnight when they've assumed we're asleep." You blurt out, which you immediately regretted. You told him what he wanted to know—about Gi-hun’s plan, the uprising, the desperate hope for freedom. Satisfied, Young-il sucked harder, licking every inch of your cunt with fervour. You moaned loudly, panting heavily as you came closer to a climax.

"I'm so close...gonna cum..." You arched your back further, "I'm gonna..." Then it washed over you, your body jerking harshly as it filled with pleasure. Your walls throbbed, and you felt a rush to your core; you let out a moan, hands tangling in Young-il's hair as you came.

When you finished, he pulled back, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. He reached out, brushing a hair from your face with a gentleness that felt like a cruel mockery. “Good girl,” he said softly.

You turned your face away, tears slipping silently down your cheeks as guilt and shame consumed you. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, "See that wasn't so hard was it." Young-il zipped up your jacket and helped you put on your track pants but still leaving you tied up.

He stood up, getting off the bed, “Not a word of this to anyone,” he said, his voice cold and unfeeling once more. “If you do, they’ll die. Every last one of them.”

You nodded, unable to speak. "Sleep here for tonight, the bed is more comfortable." He spoke while putting on his jacket, "When you wake up tomorrow, you'll be back in the hall with the others. I'll see you there angel." He winked, placing the mask back over his face before walking away.

Your body tremlbed as the door closed behind him.

Despite everything, your heart still ached for him. And that, more than anything, was the cruelest twist of all.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Home Bliss | The Salesman x Wife!Reader |

Summary: He may be a psychopath but he pouts when his wife does not respond his messages.

Warnings: S2 Spoilers - Suggestive - Soft moments - S1 Salesman personality with S2 personality - Obsessive!Salesman - Soft!Salesman

He liked to follow a routine, wake up besides you, your soft snores filling the room and your sweet natural aroma.

Take a moment to aprecciate your features, face, body, see the marks he had left behind after a rough night of sex.

If some were fading away then he would take a mental note to give you some new ones later.

Then he would move, letting you sleep some more, sometimes he would nudge you so you two would shower together, an activity he enjoyed a lot.

Washing your body, feeling the soap against your skin, water falling between your breasts and down your collarbone.

Did it lead to him being late becuase he could not control himself under the image that resembled a goddess? Yes.

But he never cared, he made it up by getting the double amount of names crossed from his list.

Preparing his briefcase for work was a private act, the password for the safe know only by him, even if the content itself was not grotesque, he prefer for you to know very little about what he did for work.

After it he would have breakfast with you. A black coffee with no sugar and a red appel, you would often make some bread for him, another thing he loved. Home coked food. He would teast the love you poured when making it. And would leave the house feeling full and loved.

Oh, and with a kiss. He could never leave the house without getting a kiss from you.  A sweet long kiss, soft lips and cold hands caressing his face and hair.

And that look, a look that made him feel less of a monster and more human, a look only someone deep in love could give.

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The Salesman had just ended another day at work and at the park where he would entertain himself by offering bread or fair tickets. Most would choose the second and find out they had lose.

After it he would go to a near bakery and buy some sweet desserts for you, he knew how much of a sweet tooth you had.

He pulled out his phone while he waited for his order, pouting when he saw no new messages from you.

What was his little wife doing?

Were you mad? He did not notice something different in the morning. You acted as you usually did, doting him like he was a starved man for affection.

For your affection? Maybe he was. But only yours.

Was about last night? He knew he was quiet rough, harder than most nights. He could not help himself when he saw you in one of his old shirts, showing your precious legs to him and your half closed eyes.

You looked cute and hot after a nap, he always told you to not wait him awake if he told you he was going to be late. But you were admant about it and wanted to see him before sleeping.

So, instead of going straight to sleep he had took you to his special room, where he showed you just how aroused he was, how much he liked pushing your limits. Making you scream his name and cry. Licking your tears and edging you over and over. Pain and pleasure blurring the line, as he spanked you, making you count and thank him for them.

Oh, your red ass looked so cute with his printed hand on it, he could cum in his pants by it.

Of course he also made you ride himself while he kept a strong hold on your neck, giving you different pressure, cuting out the air that went to your lungs and then letting you breath. He loved to see your eyes roll back, when he would hit that special spot inside you with the sensation of lost air.

Your life was in his hands and you gave him all the control over it.

Even if you were too tired this morning and with more marks than usual...he knew you had liked it.

So no, that could not be the reason.

"Order six!!"

Well, he would have to return home and see for himself what was happening.

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Back at home the kitchen was a mess. You had decided to prepare your husband a well deserved dinner (even if walking did hurt like hell). In order to focus your phone was long forgot in your bedroom, were it rested with messages from him.

Not like you could know, too focus in the task at hand, the rice rested in a near plate, the meat being made at medium just like he liked it.

A small salad was also ready and waiting, you even went out to get a nice wine for both. Friday nights were the best nights to get drunk together.

It was all ready, you made your way to the dinning room, serving the plates in a fancy way, two glasses full of red wine.

You checked the hour and nodded to yourself, he would be home soon. You still needed to change.

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The Salesman opened up the door of his home, he frowned when he noticed the lights were off.

Slowly he moved towards the dinning room, were a flick of light was coming from. He started to get worried, did someone break in and hurt you? Just the idea sent rage into his body.

His lips formed a thin line, eyes now sharp and calculated as he walked in.

As he circle the corned his worried flew away, there you were, drinking a glass of wine, wearing his favorite clothes just for him and with the smell of home made dinner that made his heart beat fast and his body relax.

"Love, I kept texting you all day" He greeted going to hug you and kiss your head. "Why did you not respond?"

He gave you a pout, his eyes sad, he was a lot of things and one of them was being a softie for you, his dear wife.

"I was making you dinner, left my phone away so I would not get distracted"

He nodded but still looked over you with worry.

"One, one text its all I need to keep going" He said in a soft whisper "Dont ignore me again"

You had to bite down your smile, for someone who could get freaky and even sadistic in bed, he also had his lovable side, a bit possesive and obsessive but still lovable and yours.

"It wont happen again, now why dont you get out from these clothes and join me for dinner? I did your favorite"

His mouth watered at the sight, he was indeed hungry, and seeing the food was making him even more.

"Of course my love, and later I will show you how grateful im for it" He smirked kissing your temple.

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[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT a needy Choso Kamo ♡︎.

He can’t help it. Ever since you first introduced him to sex, he just can’t get enough. It’s not his fault that your cunt is so addicting, so much so that he’s often begging you to let him fuck you on his cock. It’s not his fault that you moan so beautifully that he can’t help but thrust into you harder so you’ll make more of those pretty sounds for him. It’s not his fault that you taste so good and he has to have you on his tongue, drinking your juices until you’re shaking and crying. He doesn’t mean to be so needy, but you bring out this side of him he can’t control.

How is he supposed to control himself when you walk around in those skimpy clothes, showing off your plump ass and perfect tits? It’s impossible. He’ll try to resist, have some self-control. But it isn’t long before he’s hugging you from behind, dotting wet kisses along your neck and pushing his hard-on into your ass. All while he’s begging you let him feel your wet cunt. And of course you’ll let him, how could you say no to your cute desperate boyfriend.

The minute you agree he has you laid out under him as he fucks his big cock into your tight cunt. Moaning and whimpering about how good it feels to be inside you again, his face red as he pushes every last inch of himself into you. He uses his weight to thrust into you, which only made your head go dizzy. He has you in a lazy mating press and your plush thighs slap against his hips every time he comes down, the sound of Choso’s deep thrusts is so musical, his tip abusing your womb to the point your eyes roll back. His mouth is so filthy too, and the worst part is, is that he doesn’t even realize it. “Fuck, baby... you’re sucking me in... your pussy’s so tight.” He groans into your ear, sucking onto your skin and leaving purple marks behind, intent on marking you as his. Although there was no point since you still had the hickeys from your last encounter, but it was never enough for Choso.

The poor curse is so in love with your body that he’ll go on for hours and hours just playing with your body. If it was up to him, you both would never leave the bed. Who needs to eat when he can just eat your cunt and you can suck his cock? Who needs to sleep when there’s a new position he wants to try? This man will not stop because that’s how addicted he is to your cunt. You curse the curse’s stamina and sometimes wish you had a normal boyfriend, but he usually fucks those thoughts right out of your head before you can try and act on them. “Choso… ngh!— h-hold on, my body…” you mumbled, unable to fully say your sentence. He hits a particularly sensitive spot and you let out a strangled cry, bucking your hips wildly to try and get that same pleasure again. Choso eyed your reaction, angling his hips to continue hitting that spot over and over again til you’re seeing stars and screaming out his name. You had no thoughts about shame, or how you should lower your voice, not when your handsome boy was fucking you within an inch of your life.

“Right there? ‘s that the spot, dove?” He pants, voice hoarse from his overwhelming desire for you. You’ve lost track of time, to obsessed with the way Choso has you creaming around his cock for the nth time. Everything was too much, but you loved it, in an addictive way. The overstimulation was addicting. His words were addicting. The sound of the bed hitting the wall was addicting. His cock was addicting. He was addicting. You always tease Choso about his neediness when in reality, you’re just as needy and obsessed as he is. You can tell Choso is close by the way his cock twitched inside you and how he speeds up his movements, rutting into you with wild abandon and chasing his orgasm.

You throw your head back into a pillow, your vision almost going black as you were consumed with ecstasy. The air was knocked out of your lungs with every snap of his hips, your senses filled with just the pressure of Choso. It felt like you were gonna throw up, but not in a bad way. “Baby… babybabybabybaby! A-ah! Mgn…” you cried out in pleasure, clawing at the sheets below you. Choso’s hands tightened around your hips, his careful grip growing into a bruising hold as he was solely focused on reaching his climax. “Hah— you feel sososososo good, dove. I love you, I love you so much,” he whimpered. It was right there, he could feel it, just a couple more thrusts and he’ll finally have his release. He wants to cum so bad, he needs to cum.

“Hey dove? C-can I fill your pretty pussy with my cum? Wanna cum inside you,” he begged, his voice broken as he pleads with you. “Please, my love… I want to stuff your pussy with my cum, wanna fill you up…” he continues, kissing your ankle and calf to convince you further. You didn’t need much convincing though, you were already to dumb and out-of-it to deny the poor curse. Frantically, you nodded your head, just wanting to feel his hot semen inside you. And you finally got your wish after a few more sloppy thrusts, before Choso goes still and empties his balls into your awaiting cavern. He lets out a guttural moan as ropes of cum spurt out. Slowly, he pulls out, his cock coated in a translucent white, his thighs and pelvis sticky from a mix of sweat and cum.

You both lay there in silence, the sounds of your labored breathing being the only noise echoing through the room. While coming down from your high, you remember that the reason you even got dressed today was because you had work. Annoyed, you lightly smack the upside of Choso’s head, complaining about how he made you late while you go to get out of bed and put your clothes back on. Choso rubs the area where you hit him as he watched you struggle to move and get out of bed, he looks at you like a kicked puppy and he knows he should be sorry for making you late but he can’t find it in him to feel guilty. Instead, Choso reaches out and wraps his arms around you, pulling you back further onto the bed and flushed against his sweaty chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and he lines soft kisses to your nape.

“I’m sorry, dove… Why don’t you call out and let me eat your pussy as an apology?”

[cleanair608]

Steps to Keep Healthy Lungs in Souring Pollution

In the wake of escalating pollution levels, our lungs bear the brunt of the environment's deterioration. Our breath, once a source of life, has now become a vessel carrying the burden of impurities. As we navigate this challenging era, safeguarding our respiratory health becomes an emotional imperative - a commitment to ourselves and our loved ones.

The plight of our lungs in the face of soaring pollution isn't just a concern; it's an emotional call to action. Every breath we take is a testament to the necessity of nurturing our respiratory health. Our lungs, the unsung heroes of our existence, deserve our utmost care and protection amidst environmental challenges.

Measures to take for your healthy lungs 

Protect Yourself Outdoors

When stepping into the polluted outdoors, consider wearing masks designed to filter out harmful particles. Minimize outdoor activities during peak pollution hours to reduce exposure.

Cultivate Green Havens

Indoor plants act as natural air purifiers. Their presence not only enhances the aesthetics of your space but also improves air quality. Nurture green havens to support cleaner, fresher air within your home.

Keeping yourself hydrated 

Adequate hydration plays a vital role in maintaining lung health. Drinking plenty of water helps thin mucus, making it easier for the lungs to expel impurities. Hydration acts as a shield, fortifying your respiratory system.

Exercise for Lung Vitality

Regular physical activity improves lung function. Engaging in exercises that enhance lung capacity, such as brisk walking or swimming, strengthens the respiratory muscles, promoting healthier breathing.

Nourish with Nutrient-rich Foods

A diet rich in antioxidants and nutrients, such as fruits and vegetables, aids in protecting your lungs from oxidative stress caused by pollution. Embrace a diet abundant in vitamins, promoting respiratory health.

Using Air Purifiers 

The air we breathe significantly impacts our lung health. Ensure your living and working spaces are equipped with air purifiers or systems that filtrate pollutants. Creating sanctuaries of clean air contributes to protecting your lungs.

The Role of Avata air purifier in Protecting Lung Health

Amidst soaring pollution levels, Avata Air Purifier stands as an essential ally in preserving respiratory health by transforming your living and working spaces into sanctuaries of clean, breathable air.

Medical experts say that air pollution can worsen the functioning of the lungs. The changes have shown air pollution to contribute to other health conditions, such as bladder cancer, lung diseases, including asthma and chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD), respiratory infections, and cardiovascular disease. 

Equipped with cutting-edge technology, Avata Air Purifier efficiently removes harmful particles and pollutants from the air. Its multi-stage sterilization process, including HEPA and activated carbon filters, is designed to capture and eliminate microscopic pollutants, allergens, and contaminants, thus significantly reducing the burden on your lungs caused by indoor air pollution and saving you from COPD, ASTHMA and Other Respiratory diseases. 

By creating clean air spaces, Avata ensures that the air circulating within your home or workspace is free from harmful pollutants, fostering an environment conducive to better respiratory health.

Conclusion

Avata Air Purifier isn't just about providing a gadget; it's about extending a promise of healthier air and, by extension, healthier lungs. Its commitment lies in creating a haven where each breath is a source of vitality, contributing to the emotional and physical well-being of individuals navigating through times of elevated air pollution. In a world where the air we breathe carries increasing impurities, Avata stands as a beacon of hope, ensuring that every breath you take is a breath of cleaner, safer air.