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[jackienova]

Bulbasaur & Politoeds 🐸💚🍃

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[ketchupkio]

We all need a little mischievous catgirl Miku in our lives

🐈‍⬛✨ kofi ✨🐈‍⬛

[straynoahide]

yeeted for his crimes against creation

Wasn’t this how The Silmarillion went

[lemonlover1110]

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡

Toji Fushiguro

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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: There's an elephant in the room: Your new boyfriend that Toji has yet to hear about, someone that your daughter clearly knows. Toji needs to hear all the details.

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Angst, Smut, Ex-Husband!Toji, Cheating, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple Play, Vaginal Sex, Biting, Scratching, Creampie

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“I never want to see you again.” Were the last words you told Toji before handing him the divorce papers. As much as you want your words to hold true, there’s no way in hell that you can escape him. 

In the end, he holds the last laugh.

He sits on your couch, making himself feel welcome in your home as your daughter pulls on his hair with claims that she’s brushing it. At least she’s getting payback for her mommy, even if she does it unknowingly. She finally stops when Toji cries out and yells,

“Stop! My scalp hurts.” 

“You’re going to end up ugly.” She responds, and you can’t help but chuckle at her comment.

“No, he won’t end up ugly. He already is.” You murmur, not wanting your daughter to repeat the words back to her father. Though it’d make you proud to hear it from her, you don’t have to incite disrespectful behavior towards her father. 

“I heard that!” Toji yells, and you roll your eyes, muttering yet another comment, this time about his ears. No matter what, in this situation he ends up losing. He picks up his daughter, and puts her down on his lap to keep her away from messing around with his hair.

“Where’s Megumi?” She asks, wondering where her older brother is. If she can’t play with Toji’s hair, she knows that Megumi will allow her to do anything to his hair. 

“With his friend.” Toji answers, and a small pout comes to her face. Not only is she hearing that her brother isn’t here, but also that he’d rather spend time with a friend instead of his little sister. Granted, he does see her a lot, but in her mind, she should be everyone’s priority.

“I want another brother.” She crosses her arms, her little eyebrows meeting in the middle. Toji chuckles. No way in hell is he letting that happen.

“You’re not getting one from me.” Toji responds, though she’s unphased by the answer. Instead, she gets off her father’s lap and runs to you. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, and you pretend not to see her as you wash the dishes in the kitchen.

You still need to have a very awkward conversation with Toji. You don’t want your daughter to speak a little too much about your personal life when Toji is right there. 

“Mommy, can you and Jin give me a brother?” She makes her voice loud and clear, making your heart drop. You feel your blood run cold as you feel his gaze burn a hole in your head.

“Jin? Who’s that, princess?” Toji’s voice gets sickly sweet as he questions his daughter. Something of his interest has come to light, and Toji will do anything to get information about it.

“He’s–” You begin, finally turning your head to look at Toji. The man glares at you, firmly telling you,

“I am asking my daughter.”

“Mommy’s boyfriend.” She lets it be known, and you bite down your lip. A sudden wave of guilt washes over you as the words roll off her tongue, and the feeling intensifies when you see a frown appear on Toji’s face.

“Jin Itadori? The father of Megumi’s friend?” Toji nearly sighs when you nod in response. He rolls his eyes, and tries to mask his anger by acting indifferent. Perhaps you should speak to him about what’s been going on, but you’re too much of a coward to speak up. It’s an intense conversation, one that you shouldn’t have in front of your daughter. 

“Come here, princess.” Toji tells her, but she shakes her head. She wants a baby brother, and since Toji isn’t going to give her one then there’s no point in buttering him up. 

“I’m going to my room!” She yells, before running away from the kitchen. You’re about to tell her to stop, her father came over to spend time with her but she’s run off.

The tension is thick in the air, and you feel your breath get caught up in your chest. You and Toji stare at each other for a long minute before the man stands up from the couch. He begins to walk to his daughter’s room, not bothering to say anything else.

A sigh of relief escapes your body when he leaves the room, even when you know the relief won’t last for too long. You have to speak to Toji about your romantic life, as uncomfortable as it is.

Toji finds himself upset at the revelation of your boyfriend– Not just anyone for a matter of fact, but Jin Itadori. He knows that you’ve had multiple encounters with Jin, and even though he wouldn’t dare question your loyalty before, Toji is now wondering if there was something that you kept from him.

Even if he’s sure that you’ve always been loyal to him, he still hates the thought of you and Jin being together. You’re allowed to be happy with whoever you’d like, but Jin is too close for comfort. Megumi and that Itadori child are the best of friends for fuck’s sake. 

There might be some other underlying reasons for his disapproval of the relationship, but Toji would rather not think about it. He just wants to blame his feelings on the possibility of a past betrayal; something very unlikely, but anything that gets him away from facing his true feelings.

Toji knows that he has to ask you, but he isn’t sure how to speak about the subject when there’s a child constantly up his ass. So when he gets a text from you, asking you to come over to talk, he cancels all plans for the night and rushes to your apartment. 

“Toji.” You awkwardly smile at him as you open the door. You look as you usually do, since there’s no point in dressing up to talk to Toji. The conversation will last thirty minutes at most. You gesture him inside, “Come in.”

“Where’s Asumi?” Toji asks for his daughter as he steps into the apartment. He wants to know where his daughter is spending the night before anything.

“I asked a friend to babysit.” You answer as he makes his way to the kitchen to grab himself something to drink. No matter what, Toji is going to treat your apartment as his own. It’s something you can appreciate when you’re not in the mood for hosting. You clear your throat before adding on, “I didn’t think it’d be appropriate for her to be here for this… She hears more than what I’d like to admit.”

“Yeah, like you calling me ugly the other day.” Toji points out as he opens a strange can that he finds in the fridge. He doesn’t bother reading it, he’s just thirsty and grabs whatever he can find. He knows it’s nothing alcoholic, you don’t drink alcohol anymore. 

“Oh, you’re not going to like tha–” You try to warn him as Toji puts the can up to his lips and begins to chug it. All to spite you. It’s his way of telling you that he doesn’t follow your orders anymore. To his dismay, Toji quickly regrets not listening to you when he realizes it’s vegetable juice.

“Why would they put this in a can? And why do you have this?” He sounds distraught, and it takes everything in you to not laugh at his misery.

“Asumi loves vegetable juice.” You tell him once you’re sure that you won’t burst into laughter in his face. 

“What a little weirdo.” He mutters before walking to the couch and taking a seat. He makes sure to manspread, making himself as comfortable as possible on your couch. He looks at you with a look of indifference– Indifference that tries to mask something else. “What is it? Just get it out of the way.”

“No foreplay, huh?” You respond, and he lets out a low brief laugh at your choice of words. He ends up humming in response, and you take a deep breath to get yourself ready to speak. You lick your lips before an awkward chuckle leaves your lips. You’re not sure how to start off.

“Take a seat.” Toji pats the little space next to him, and you do as he says. “You should start off with when you started seeing him, and make sure that there’s no overlap between our marriage and–”

“Are you asking if I cheated on you?” There’s a hint of offense in your voice, and Toji knows you enough that he picks up on it. But he doesn’t care to take back his statement, he wants an answer. “I should be the one asking you that– You know what, no. Whatever. I started dating him almost a year ago.”

“What do you mean?” He asks, hating the fact that you’re using his own question against him. You scoff, rolling your eyes at him. You can’t believe he’s asking this question. 

“I filed for divorce, and within a week you had a hussy by your side.” You remind him, not wanting to recall the behavior that left a bad taste on your mouth. He wanted to show her off to you, but you remained as indifferent as possible which drove him insane.

You end up standing up from the couch, walking over to the front door. “Actually, thanks for the reminder. I don’t need to explain myself to you.”

“Huh?” He furrows his eyebrows and you loudly yell,

“Get out!”

“No.” He remains glued to his seat, refusing to get up. He wants to hear more about whatever you and your loverboy have going on. “This is clearly a serious relationship, and he could be my daughter’s stepdad.”

“Yeah, that’s all you need to know.” You unlock the door and open it so the man gets out. You’re not going to take his accusation lightly, not after all that he’s put you through. “And for the record, since when do you care?”

“What are you saying?” Toji asks as he stands up from the couch. He walks over to you, one hand going to the door behind you and shutting it. He looks down at you with dark, scary eyes. Eyes that could make anyone fall to their knees, but they’re no longer intimidating to you.

“The reason we got divorced is because you didn’t want to step up as a father.” You point out, and a frown appears on his face. You fight back a smirk, feeling satisfaction with his evident anger. “So suddenly you care? Or do you not like the fact that I have a boyfriend?”

“What? So you’re saying I’m jealous?” Toji avoids reacting with the anger that you’re attempting to fuel. Toji has a cocky smirk on his lips before saying, “Because trust me when I say, I know I’m not missing out.”

“Good, I wouldn’t want you jealous because there’s no way in hell you can get me back.” You respond. You’re about to walk away, but Toji keeps you pinned to the door. You feel as if your heart is about to beat out of your chest in this position– And you know that if you’re kept here for longer then you’ll do something you regret. “Let me go, idiot.”

“We both know you don’t mean that.” Toji tells you, and you click your tongue. He’s right. You still find him attractive, and if he plays his cards right he just might have a chance– No you wouldn’t. You’re happy with whatever you have with your boyfriend, and you won’t let it go to waste for someone as stupid as Toji.

“The same way you don’t mean that you’re not missing out.” You answer, and Toji bites down his tongue. You look away from his face, hating the thoughts that come to your head if you stare too long. Toji should look uglier with age, but it’s the opposite.

“What do you want me to say? That I’m jealous?” He questions, and you roll your eyes. He notices that you refuse to make any sort of eye contact with his face, and he can read you like a book. He laughs. “I’m jealous. Fine.”

“You couldn’t have made it more obvious.” You respond, attempting to get out from the position, but Toji makes it impossible. “Now will you let me go?”

“Now you explain to me whatever you and that idiot have going on.” He says, and you shake your head.

“You didn’t explain whatever you and your girlfriends had going on. I take back my invitation.” You answer, and he puffs out a breath. His hand goes under your chin, tilting your head up so you’re forced to look at him.

“So what? You’re getting payback?” He asks, and to his surprise, you nod in response. He can’t help but chuckle, finally letting you go. You walk away as fast as possible, putting a lot of space between the two of you. “You know, if you want to give me a taste of my own medicine then you know what’ll end up happening, right?”

“No way in hell I’d end up fucking you.”

“For the record, you were the one who fucked me.” You curse yourself for whatever the hell just happened. You’re covering yourself under the bedsheets, avoiding looking at Toji who lays naked beside you. 

This is the reason why you’re never alone with him. You must have one of the kids with you, or else you’ll end up doing something you regret. 

He holds the last laugh, per usual. 

“Are you picking up Asumi tonight or do we have the night off?” Toji asks, and you’re burning in embarrassment. You’re not listening to what he has to say– And oh my goodness, Jin! You invited Toji to talk about Jin, and here you are, laying in bed with your ex-husband.

“I think you should leave.” You murmur, and a cackle leaves Toji’s lips.

“I can leave, but that doesn’t change the fact that we just had sex.” Toji says, and you want to die inside. He pulls the bed sheet down so it uncovers your face. You look so mortified. It’s cute, really. Back then, he was the one that was cheating so it wasn’t a big deal to you. “Oh, c’mon, it’s no big deal.”

“Would you be this laid back if it was you finding me with another man?” You question, and Toji shrugs. He knows he’d be livid, but he doesn’t want to prove your point. You lightly slap his shoulder before telling him, “Yeah, right. You were just asking me if I cheated on you with Jin– Jin!”

“Oh, c’mon, baby. He’s a loser.” He tells you as he tries to bring you close to him again. You can’t be too close to him. Toji has a way of sweet talking you into things that you wouldn’t do due to common sense. He kisses your cheek before saying, “We both know he was the last thing on your mind while you screamed my name.”

“He’s so sweet, Toji.” You respond, though he doesn’t listen. He couldn’t give a shit if Jin is an angel or not. Toji doesn’t like to share. Before you can get another word out, Toji kisses your lips, stopping any trail of thoughts on your end. His lips work like a charm.

His lips move down to your neck, kissing all the spots he just went over. You’re a weak woman. You just told him to leave, yet you won’t stop him as he picks up where you left off. His tongue traces over your breasts, mouth wrapping around your nipple. A soft moan leaves your lips, body feeling so weak with the slightest touch. 

“Toji–” Your breath gets caught up in your chest as you feel his hand go down in between your legs. Two fingers run through your wet folds before he applies some pressure to your clit. Whatever you were thinking a couple of minutes ago, has completely left your mind.

He pushes a finger into your pussy, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. He shouldn’t get such a reaction out of you, but your body is weak for him. It’s why you go back to him so easily. You feel his tongue lick up your breasts to your shoulder before he bites down. The pain is quickly overshadowed by pleasure when Toji pushes in another finger.

“Keep moaning my name, baby.” Toji whispers into your ear as he curves his fingers so they brush against your sweet spot. Your breath begins to get heavy, and all proper thoughts have completely left your brain.

You mindlessly moan his name, your body turning into putty with his touch. He always does this. He makes you feel euphoric so you go back to him. He knows your body so well, and you don’t hate it as much as you should.

“Right there– Oh, Toji!” You moan as you feel his thumb rub your clit. As if just a moment ago you weren’t worrying about Jin, feeling guilty about your betrayal. 

“Does that feel good, baby?” Toji’s voice nearly drives you over the edge. His lips kiss back down to your breasts, tongue flicking your nipple. Your hand goes to the back of his head, pulling his hair as he bites down. 

“Oh, fuck!” Escapes your lips as you feel the sweet sweet feeling build up in your body. Toji’s looking up at you as his mouth sucks on your nipple. He’s watching your face contort with pleasure, and he feels satisfied, knowing that no one will ever please you as much as he does. You’ll never react like this with anyone else.

Toji keeps sucking on your tit until your legs quiver in pleasure, and you reach your high. Toji continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, until he’s satisfied with his work. Until you’re a complete mess around him for the umpteenth time in the night.

“You’re just too cute.” Toji tells you as he unlatches from your nipple, taking his fingers out of your pussy. His lips kiss yours over and over again. 

He gets on top of you, running the tip of his cock through your folds. He won’t give you a minute to calm down. Before his cock can fill you up, you stop him.

“Toji, grab a condom.” You remind him, and he laughs. His lips meet yours again before you feel his lips on your ear.

“Let me feel you raw, baby. Every inch of you.” He whispers, and you’re tempted. You bite down your lip, and Toji can see the temptation written all over your face.

“I’m not on birth control.” You tell him, and he’s unphased by the confession. That’s never stopped him before, it’s how you ended up with a daughter in the first place.

“I’ll pull out.” He promises, and you nod in response. With that, Toji slowly pushes his cock into you. You bite down your lip to not pathetically moan as his cock fills you out again. Toji feels so perfect inside of you.

Your legs wrap around his hips as Toji slowly begins to move in and out of you. He’s holding a moan in his throat. He hasn’t felt this good in a while. Your nails go to his back, digging into his skin as his thrusts pick up speed.

He’s slowly losing control as he gets lost inside of you. He needs you. He hates to admit it but he can’t be intimate with anyone without thinking of you. You’re so perfect for him. It’s good that he doesn’t have to say it out loud. 

“Toji–” You moan, and Toji is glad that your voice drowns out the moan that escapes his throat. He mutters your name, as he feels your pussy clench around him. He feels the jealousy boiling over, mad that he isn’t the one with you.

“Is it good?” Toji asks you before his mouth goes to your shoulder again, biting down again when he feels your nails drag on his back. He’s leaving marks, clearly marking his territory for whenever your boyfriend gets to touch you. 

“Fuck!” You’re loud, making it clear that he’s making you feel so good. He’s hitting every right spot, and his jealousy is fueling his movements. Your hand goes down to play with your clit, eyes rolling to the back of your head again.

“Does he make you feel this good?” Toji can’t help but say as he sees the look of absolute bliss written over your pretty little face. There’s no answer. You’re too caught up in your own feelings to listen to anything.

“Cum in me.” You tell him, out of the blue. He feels your cunt tighten around him as your orgasm approaches, answering all of his questions. You’re rather risky when you’re in the middle of the act. It’s not an opportunity that he’ll pass up on, not when you so prettily say, “Fill me up, Toji. Please.” 

He watches you shut your eyes and loudly moan his name as you reach your climax, yet again. You’re making a mess all over him, yet again. He misses this more than you could imagine. 

“Fuck.” He mutters, his breath getting caught up in his chest as his thrusts get messy. He’s picking up speed, losing control until he finally comes to a stop and his warm cum fills up your cunt.

He stays still for a moment, watching your sweaty face as you catch your breath. Fuck, you’re so beautiful. He hates looking at you like this because it’s the only thought he’ll have for the next month. He’s just going to think of you. 

He pulls out and fully lays down on top of you, a weight that’s too heavy for you to carry but you support him nonetheless. Your hand goes to the back of his head, playing with his hair and kissing it ever so lovingly. 

“I can stay like this forever.” His words come out muffled as Toji’s face rests on your chest. 

Tonight isn’t as petty as the other nights. Sure, Toji is jealous and he’s set on reminding you that no one will ever make you feel as good as he does, but it’s more than that. It’s also a reminder to him of what he’s lost. His inability to accept a situation out of his comfort zone cost him the family that he’s so badly desired. 

Every tactic to get back at you didn’t work. His inability to act like a mature adult ruined everything that he had. And he truly doubts that anything he does will change your mind. The sex hasn’t worked before, it surely won’t change anything now. 

“I want us to be a family.” Toji tells you, face buried in your chest since he can’t possibly look at you now. Not while he tells you how he feels. 

“Toji…” You’re not sure how to respond. You still care for Toji, and of course you have very mixed feelings for him. But you’re not sure if you can be a family. “I don’t think we can.”

“I’ve changed.” He quickly sits up, ready to get you to consider his suggestion. He wants you to completely forget about your boyfriend in the long-term. “I promise, I’m a better man. I’ll be the best husband to you, and the best father to Megumi and Asumi.”

“I don’t know, Toji. I just feel like you should’ve been that man while we were together. We dated for two years, and were married for five.” You remind him, feeling your heart swell as you recall your past. It’s not like earlier when you were angry, you’re mourning a relationship that you poured so much sweat and tears on. “It’s not like we were teenagers who couldn’t handle a pregnancy. And it was fine if you couldn’t stay with me then, but it hurt to see you come around with other women while I was adapting to everything.” 

“I was trying to get back at you–” He tries to explain himself, but you can’t listen to it. You know. And you always made the mistake of sleeping with him to comfort yourself that he was only emotionally attached to you. You should’ve stood your ground then, but it’s too late now.

“For what? For being pregnant? For not ending the pregnancy?” You quickly cut him off. “As if you had no part, as if I had trapped you.”

“I’m sorry.” He tells you, and you sigh, standing up from the bed. Reality quickly settles in, and it serves as a reminder that you need to run to the pharmacy. 

“Yeah.” You respond. “I’m sorry but I can’t. You’re great to our daughter, but I don’t want to test my luck with you.”

“I promise–” He continues, but before he can continue, you shush him. You hear a weird sound from outside the bedroom, and you begin to freak out– If it was an intruder you could send Toji out. He can fight booty naked and still win, but it’s not that.

“Babe, did Toji leave?!” You hear, and your eyes go wide. While Toji fights back a smirk.

You run to lock the bedroom door and you quickly point to the closet.

“Get in the closet!” You half yell, half whisper. But you know him. Toji listens to no one but himself.

“Let me greet him.” Toji stands up, but you’re in the way of the door. He won’t push you out of the way, he’s a gentleman. Which is what leads him to yell very loud and clear, “Hey, Jin! We had a nice chat!”

In the end, Toji holds the last laugh.

[pearlcigs]

ELVIRAAAAAAAA WRITE MAKING SUB ELLIE CRY BY FINGERING HER AND USING A VIBRATOR AND MY LIFE IS YOURSSS

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ellie was always whiny during sex. she made it known how good you made her feel. her noises were always oh so sweet. and now she lay beneath you, your body straddling her thigh, just like every other time but this time you held a small vibrator to her aching clit. your fingers pumped into her abused cunt repeatedly, not sparing any mercy on her poor pussy. "god, babe— oh, shit!" ellie sighed through whimpers, her chest heaving with every breath. ellie brings her own hands to her small tits to distribute some of the pleasure to her upper half.

her eyes are rolling back, back arching at your skillful fingers. you half laugh at her state, clicking the speed of the vibrator up to really mess with her. she hisses at the intensified vibrating sensation on her swollen clit. she rambles nonsense about how she can't take it, it's too much, but you don't let up. the sound of her lewd whines and her warm pussy stir something up inside of you.

your own body is just as hot as ellie's. you want to take complete control over her, want to completely break her. there's a blush growing on ellie's face, from her body heating up and from the embarrassment of how little control she had over her own body at the moment. your fingers fucked into her harder and faster, ellie's eyes tightening closed. she gasps and whines, writhing on the sheets underneath her. but you don't let her get away from your relenting pleasure.

"i know you can take it, open your pretty eyes for me." your voice is low and raspy, a direct reflection of how turned on this was making you. ellie's eyes flutter open, revealing the tears that were welling up in her eyes. "aw, baby." you coo with a faux pout. ellie moves one of her hands off her tit and uses it to wipe the tears from her eyes. a smirk falls onto your lips, you rut yourself against her thigh without faltering your attack on her cunt.

"let it all out, baby." you coo again and ellie starts to feel a little embarrassed. but she can't help but let out a sob at the pleasure as you press the vibrator further against her clit. pearls of tears roll down her cheeks and into her hair, which was falling out of it's half up half down style. ellie arches her back more, which you didn't think that was possible, pushing herself closer to you, begging for a release. you had been teasing her for at least an hour now. she craved any satisfaction you would give her.

you lean forward, pressing your clit against her thigh unintentionally, kissing the tears off her cheeks. her whimpers grow louder and now she moves both of her hands to your back, holding you close to her. she hides her face in your neck, muffling her whimpers and sobs as she finally cums. her body shakes, your fingers slowing their pace but still pumping into her gushing cunt. the vibrator doesn't resent either, drawing her orgasm out for longer.

finally, you let her breathe, pulling the toy away from her red and puffy clit. she sniffles and lets her body relax, relishing in how hard her orgasm was. "you're alright, yeah?" you reassure, and she nods. "good girl, all these tears just for me." you continue with the reassurance, praising her as your pussy throbs against her thigh at the sigh of her red eyes and nose. "you like when i cry?" ellie asks, out of breath, with the sweetest voice you've ever heard. "fuckin' love it." you smile and wipe her tears.

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Being Nanami's assistant...

Note: office au, gojo is a cockblocker

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Nanami really tried to control himself… he really did. You were his assistant, after all, and he didn’t want to make things awkward. But then the day he accidentally spilled his coffee on you, the drink staining your white button-up, exposing a glimpse of your skin beneath, he cursed himself for getting turned on at the mere sight of you. 

Of course, he was a gentleman, immediately offering you his suit jacket to cover up until you both made it back to his office, where he swore he had a spare shirt. As you both walked in, Nanami’s eyes darted to the paper napkins on his desk. He swiftly grabs them, making his way back to you. 

Oh the tension was palpable and utterly splendid. There was something so exhilarating about teasing him, turning him on, driving him to the brink of madness. The way his composure would falter every so slightly under your playful antics was invigorating. You couldn’t help but wonder how much would it take for him to finally break. 

You wanted him to let go of that stoic demeanor… your mind wandering to how those strong arms could manhandle you, what filthy things he could say to you in that deep voice, and those damn hands. 

Thick digits with a few prominent veins that run up into his forearms. You constantly catch yourself watching the man type away on his computer, the dexterity of his fingers mesmerizing, and you can’t help but wonder how they would feel inside you. 

“May I?” He asks, his smooth voice snapping you back to reality. He stands there with a concerned expression, still holding up the napkins. 

“Oh yes…” you remove his suit jacket, exposing your once clean shirt that's now drenched in coffee. 

His hand comes up to your shirt, holding it as his other hand takes the napkin to dry you up. Nanami curses himself mentally, as he becomes aware of the soft contours of your breast as he pats the area dry. He felt like a horny teenager, getting hard by only tits. But what can he say, he was whipped for you. 

You gaze up at him while he carefully dabs at the coffee stain on your shirt. Each movement deliberate and precise. His face betrays nothing, remaining unfazed and inscrutable. It's impossible to read the filthy thoughts that lurk behind those eyes. His attention is entirely on the task at hand, for now. 

“I think that’s as dry as it may get… Kento,” you coo, trying to get his attention. 

He finally pulled back with a sigh. His fingers linger momentarily on the fabric before meeting your eyes. “I’m so sorry about that…” the sincerity in his voice matching the apologetic look on his face. You almost feel bad, how could someone look so handsome when apologizing. 

You nod and give him a curt smile that hardly masks the tension between you. His hand comes up to your chin, taking it between his fingers so he could get a good look at your face. As he studies your face, his eyes reveal a burning hunger, something so deep-sedated inside him, that  longing look that makes your heart race.

The intensity of his gaze was almost overwhelming, yet you found yourself unable to look away. Without any warning, he crashed his lips against yours with a sudden force. His hands wrap around your waist, closing the distance between you. The contrast was striking, his hard body pressing against your soft one. 

His tongue flicks out, a swift and deliberate motion that nudges your lips, coaxing them open. Both your tongues explore each other as the kissing intensifies. His touch on your body is assertive but tender. Treating you like the finest porcelain as he leads you to his desk. Your feet stumble amongst each other but he steadily guides you over. 

He lifts you up with no struggle. His lips remain pressed against yours, savoring the sweet taste that intoxicates him. He decides to explore further with a new found confidence, firm hands come up to your breasts once again, indulging in the softness of them and how they fit so perfectly into his hands. 

He just couldn’t pull away, his lips stubbornly against yours, his hands remained on the contours of your body. Your hands were also all over him, feeling up all the muscles that adorn his sculpted body. Both of your minds are hazy, lost in the pleasure. As he begins to grind against you, the friction intense, adding a new layer of sensation to the already heated moment. Both of your minds slipped into an intoxicated fog as you pulled him closer onto you. That was until you both heard a knock. 

“Nanamin!!!” An overly cheerful voice calls out from outside of the door.

With a reluctant sigh Nanami breaks the kiss, flashing you an apologetic look again as he faces the ruckus outside his door. 

“Gojo… go away…” His voice a blend of annoyance and exasperation. 

“No can do… we have a meeting in 10 minutes. Hurry up,” Gojo calls out again, his tone a little more serious now. 

Nanami's eyes widen and he takes a glance at his fancy watch. Fuck, Gojo was right. Nanami reaches for the spare shirt you both originally came for and hands it to you with a wink. 

‘I’ll see you soon, feel free to change in here…” he reaches for your chin, making sure you heard him, before he walks out his office, returning to his normal stoic expression like nothing happened. 

[ethanfundraising]

Post for @mariandhamza ❤️🙏

"My name is Alaa, I am a Palestinian mother of two children: Maria and Hamza, as well as a wife and daughter... After 7th of October, my life turned upside down due to the war on Gaza. On the night of October 28th, the neighborhood we lived in Gaza – the neighborhood where my children grew up and where we started our family – was completely bombed... That night, my children and I witnessed unimaginable things – from casualties to bloodshed and bodies.

The suffering didn't end there. We fled... As evening approached, the bombing intensified in the area... We lost our ability to see clearly and had difficulty breathing, so I had to put wet masks on my children's faces in a desperate attempt to protect them. Their screams and fear didn't stop. I didn't know if we would survive. I held them close, trying to calm them, while sadness crushed my heart...

Eventually, we were forced to flee to the south... Rafah was overcrowded with displaced people, and we could only find a small tent lacking the necessities of life. My children suffered from epidemics and skin diseases caused by the pollution in the camp. Unfortunately, my little daughter Maria was infected with viral hepatitis due to the shared bathrooms in the camp. After miraculously escaping death with my children, I realized there was no safe haven in Gaza. With multiple displacements, we faced the harsh reality of lacking basics like water, food, and medicine, and the inability even to perform basic activities like bathing, eating, or accessing clean water.

We lost everything: our home, our jobs, our dreams. My biggest worry is for Hamza and Maria, their future is uncertain. Where will they live, study, and grow up? Gaza offers little hope now, as the essentials of life are being destroyed. My children's future seems bleak, overshadowed by uncertainty.

Today, I ask for your help. I ask for support for me and my children to recover from the traumas of the war we experienced. To have a new warm home for my family, to help my children go to school and get decent education, and to assist us in starting our lives anew. To live from the beginning once again. Your support is our hope and our future for a new chance in life for my children. Thank you for being a part of restoring hope and stability in our lives."

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[hauntedestheart]

Security Footage - Artifacts (Pt. 3)

A continuation of Trevor & Andy's encounter with the magic ring. CW: This story contains mild violence, some of which is sexual in nature. For those who might be sensitive to this, I've put a specific descriptor in the replies to the post.

"This is nice, right?" Andy asked, snuggling a bit closer to Trevor and nuzzling his nose into his boyfriend's feathery hair as he spooned him from behind. "Just you and me, sharing a bed…"

Trevor hummed in agreement and allowed himself to be snuggled like a human teddy bear, burrowing in a bit closer to the massive furnace of heat that was his red blooded boyfriend. When the curves of Andy's sculpted muscles pressed through the thin fabric of Trevor's sleep shirt, a firm and strong presence behind him, it was hard to feel anything other than safe and content. (And a little horny.)

The young man was staying over at his boyfriend's while he looked for a new place and Andy, being the kind host that he was, had offered up his own bed to his guest. The fact that he was also sleeping in it was a bonus.

Especially since Andy was the type of guy who slept in just his boxers, and looked damn good doing it.

Truthfully, Trevor was nervous about it. While sleeping together and staying the night was nothing new for them, cohabitating was, and the last thing Trevor wanted to do was kill the relationship by getting too close too quickly. Years of disappointment had trained him to always be on his guard, and to never get too used to a good thing. But he'd quickly realized he was alone in this concern after he'd suggested he sleep on the couch and Andy had literally picked him up and carried him into the bedroom- if anything, Andy couldn't have him close enough.

"If only there was some way we could do this every night…" the big lug purred into Trevor's ear, nuzzling his nose into Trevor's feathery hair while he was there. "I'm just saying, do you really need to find a new place?"

"I told you, it's way too soon for us to be moving in together!" Trevor protested, stubbornly trying to keep a bit of his spine even as Andy's relentless affection eroded his resistance. Speaking of his spine, he felt something thick and heavy twitch against his lower back, and it wasn't a hot water bottle. Trevor chuckled as Andy grinned sheepishly and adjusted his hips. "Besides, I don't know if my ass could handle having access to you 24/7."

"I think you'd manage," Andy took his hand and tilted Trevor's chin to face him, and Trevor's heart started pounding. Andy looked down at his little guy like he was the most precious thing in the world and he couldn't believe his luck, and then he couldn't resist closing the distance between their lips.

The two exchanged a lazy kiss that lingered until Trevor surged forwards and slipped his hand around the back of Andy's head, shoving them together and intensifying the embrace. He shoved at his much larger boyfriend with one of his knees, forcing Andy onto his back and flipping on top to mount him and straddle his waist. Andy drew back and stared up at Trevor, his huge chest heaving as he panted, and Trevor smiled down foxlike. Tightening his thighs around his boyfriend's body like a vice, Trevor dove back in and crashed their lips together once more.

Andy could easily bench press his twink of a boyfriend but he allowed himself to be pinned to the bed- truth was, he liked it when Trevor took control. The young man's god-tier competence and hidden ferocity were massive turn-ons for Andy, so he was very content to sit back and follow his lead.

Plus when Trevor was on top he would grab onto Andy's shelflike pecs for balance, and he was a big fan of that too.

The two were a few minutes into a hot and heavy make-out session when a discordant sound in the distance caught Trevor's sensitive ears. Instantly alert, he pulled his tongue out of his boyfriend's mouth and drew back, pressing his finger up to Andy's lips when the other man let out a needy little whine. The look in Trevor's eyes caused the smile to drop from Andy's face and the two were silent for a moment, listening. Another faint clattering sounds echoed into the room, followed by muffled footsteps. Andy didn't have a roommate.

"I think someone's in the house," Trevor whispered. Andy's arms tightened around him protectively and Trevor shrank closer to him, clinging to his big muscles like a damsel in distress. When he realized what he'd done he (with some embarrassment) wiggled out of Andy's grasp and landed on the bed beside him, keeping his eyes on the bedroom door. "Should we call the police?"

"To the black guy's house?" Andy grimaced and shook his head. "No way. I'll take care of this."

Now in full on "man mode," Andy drew himself out of bed and then pulled out an aluminum baseball bat that had been hidden in the small space between his mattress and the side of his bedframe- Trevor thought this was strange because Andy had played basketball, not baseball, until he realized that the bat wasn't there for regulation use.

"Andy, I don't think this is safe," Trevor protested, but Andy ignored him, swinging the bat through the air a few times to test its heft.

"I'll be fine. Besides," Andy glanced sidelong at Trevor then flexed one of his impressive biceps, throwing in a wink for good measure. "I've got security. Remember?"

Trevor fought down a smile and rolled his eyes. "I'm coming with you."

Andy frowned, all of his protective instincts protesting, but he knew from experience that there was no way he was going to win this kind of argument with Trevor- besides which, it would ease his mind to keep Trevor in his sight so he knew his precious boyfriend was safe.

"Just stay behind me," he commanded, then he eased the bedroom door open.

The two padded their way down the dark hallway of the three room apartment with Andy leading the charge, exactly as requested. Trevor did have to admit that his hulking boyfriend, shirtless and wielding a baseball bat, was a rather intimidating sight- perhaps the burglar would take one look and get scared off. They encountered no one in the hallway and the kitchen was clear, which meant there was only one place left to check.

The living room was a mess when they got there, drawers flung open and cabinet doors hanging akimbo as a man the couple had never seen before rifled through them. He was the image of a stereotypical robber, a skinny black man with sunken cheeks, greasy hair, and a haunted look in his eyes as he pawed through a bookshelf on a hunt for valuables he was shoving into a duffle bag that hung loosely at his side.

When he heard Andy and Trevor enter the room he froze, still holding some random item he'd been inspecting. They stared at him for a moment, then he snapped into action, clutching whatever it was he had to his chest and scrambling away from them towards the wall.

"God-fucking damnit!" the man cried out, following it up with a few even more blue expletives. He glanced around with wild eyes, discarded DVDs and books crunching on the floor beneath his feet, and Trevor winced.

"Hey, buddy, we don't want any trouble," Andy said, keeping his voice calm like he was talking to a wounded animal. He brandished the bat in front of himself and slowly crept forwards towards the robber, who watched him with wild eyes. "We don't even have to get the police involved, all you gotta do is leave everything here and no one has to get hurt."

Trevor finally made out what it was that the man had in his hands, and he couldn't help himself. "Is that my laptop?"

This turned out to be the wrong thing to say because it sent the man into a panic, and he made a break for it. He tried to bolt around them but Andy intercepted him, swinging the bat at the man's legs and managing to clip one of his feet; the intruder crashed to the floor, and by some miracle the laptop landed safely in the stuffed recycling bin. The robber spat curses but continued to scramble away on his hands and knees so Andy dove towards him, landing on his back, and the two began to wrestle as the muscular young man tried to force the him to submit.

Trevor took a step back, unsure of what to do as the two grappled, and something clanged against his foot. He glanced down and noticed the lockbox he'd been keeping the magic ring in, now mangled, open, and empty.

Which meant the ring was…

"Wait! Andy, don't-" Trevor rushed forwards, desperately trying to shove himself between his boyfriend and the robber, but then he took a stray elbow that sent him stumbling back towards the wall. He hit his head, and the last thing he heard were cries of confusion and distant sirens before everything went dark.

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Trevor woke up in bed with a ringing in his ears, and a bad feeling in chest. Confusion reigned for a moment before it all came flooding back to him- the robber, the ring, Andy! Where were they? And how had he wound up in the bedroom? It was still nighttime so it was dark in the bedroom, but light spilled in from the attached bathroom- the only sign of life in the otherwise still apartment. Cautiously, Trevor slipped out of bed and padded over towards the halfway open door.

In the bathroom, Andy was standing in front of the mirror, butt naked, and he seemed fascinated by what he saw in his reflection. Sheer, unadulterated glee radiated from his eyes as they followed his hands on their path over his muscles, scrubbing up and down his own shredded torso as he acted out his own private porn shoot. He twisted for a moment, tensing his muscles to observe the sculpture of his back, before turning back and winking at his reflection with a cocky grin.

His imposing cock towered in front of him, completely hard, and he grabbed it by the base to swing its length from side to side like a dog shaking a new toy.

"God damn…" he muttered to himself, sounding pleased as punch. He released his shaft and sent his hands down further, cupping one of of his heavy balls in each palm, and then he hefted them up and down experimentally, tilting his head down so he could get a better view as he toyed with his sack.

The door frame creaked as Trevor pushed it open further, and the self-absorbed hunk whipped his head around to face him. For a moment, he seemed startled, but then his expression melted into a crude parody of Andy's usual smile.

"Hey baby, glad you're awake!" the imposter said, casually, as if he wasn't naked with a massive erection, and his lips gave an exaggerated pout. "I was worried about you- come here, lemme give you a kiss."

'Andy' stepped forwards with outstretched arms, but Trevor stepped back at the same time, shrinking away warily into the unlit bedroom. There was an unmistakable glint of gold light coming from Andy's right hand- the impostor caught him looking, and a shadow came into his eyes.

"So you know?" Dropping the act, the thief shrugged his outstretched arms and then sneered at Trevor. With a snort, he turned his attention back to the mirror and leaned in closer to the glass, tilting his stolen face side to side to examine it from every handsome angle. A finger traced over his strong jawline. "Shoulda figured. Too bad, you're cute and I was hoping to get my new dick wet."

"Who are you?" Trevor clenched his fists at his sides and tried to inject some authority into his voice, hoping that the poor lighting would disguise the way his knees shook. He didn't like being caught on the back foot like this. "What are you doing here? Where's the real Andy?"

"What do you mean? I am the real Andy! I live here!" The thief laughed and winked at Trevor, like they were in on a secret, and the young man's stomach turned. Turning back to the mirror, the thief continued his preening, devouring his new reflection with hungry eyes. "If you're asking about that burglar that broke in, one of the neighbors called the cops and they took him. Poor loser- would hate to be that guy, huh?"

Shit, was all Trevor could think, filled with dread at the notion of Andy in police custody. Best case scenario, his poor boyfriend was locked in a jail cell, which would be torture for a free spirit like him. Worst case scenario… Trevor didn't want to think about the worst case scenario. He didn't have time to think about the worst case scenario because he was the only one who could stop it and that meant he had to act fast.

"Okay," Trevor took a deep breath, returning his attention to the thief. Luckily the man wasn't paying him much mind (his focus occupied by Andy's pecs, which he was jiggling up and down with his hands), so Trevor took advantage of the distraction to risk creeping a bit closer. "Okay. Well, obviously you hold all the cards here, so I'm just going to be direct. What do you want?"

"What do I want?" The body thief turned his head to look at Trevor and a shit eating grin cracked his face, then he laughed. Throwing his arms wide, he gestured down at his impressive new form. "This morning I was a broke loser squatting on his homie's couch and breaking windows for petty cash, and now I'm a young stud with his whole life ahead of him. What the hell could I possibly want right now? And on top of all this, a magic ring!" The thief looked down at the ring, twisting it around on Andy's finger with a funny look in his eyes. "With this thing, I could be anyone… a lot of opportunities just opened up for me."

A chill ran down Trevor's spine at the thought of this man having access to that kind of power- he needed to get that ring back ASAP. But how? For a moment he considered just bum rushing the man and trying to take it, but he just as quickly discarded the idea- even if he had the element of surprise, the guy had Andy's body. Andy's hulking, muscular body that could smash Trevor to a pulp.

(Either he had to start working out, or Andy had to stop, because this happened way too often)

"But I think I'll hang around as this guy for a while," the thief continued after a tense beat, and he looked down at his stolen flesh with a dreamy smile. He lifted one of his huge arms and flexed, giving the muscle a few satisfying smacks, before sticking his hands behind his head and angling side to side to show himself off like a bodybuilder. His cock was still throbbing dark brown between his legs, an all-too-visible reminder of exactly how much the thief liked his ill-gotten goods. "The fucking body on this kid man! There's all kinda shit that I could get up to with a rig like this, I'm not leaving without taking it out for a spin."

Taking a chance, Trevor tried appealing to the man's sense of humanity. "But what about my Andy? You don't know him but he's a good person, and he doesn't deserve to be locked up. Maybe you don't have to give back the ring but-"

The thief cut Trevor off mid-sentence by slamming his arms down on the bathroom counter, and it took everything Trevor had not to flinch. He schooled his expression to be carefully neutral, meeting the body snatcher's eyes as he twisted Andy's face into an ugly scowl.

"In case you haven't noticed, I don't give a shit! He can take my body and rot in jail for all I care!" Not satisfied just by yelling, twisted on his heels and stomped towards Trevor. The young man backed away in panic, scrambling out of the brightly lit bathroom and into the dim bedroom, but he wasn't quick enough to escape being grabbed by the shoulders. Andy's strong fingers dug into his skin, and out of the corner of his eye, Trevor could see the glimmer of the ring. Tantalizingly close, but out of reach. "In fact, you should probably make yourself scarce. I'm starting a new era and I don't need my ex hanging around cramping my style, you know what I'm saying?

Then the thief gave Trevor a shove and sent him stumbling to the wooden floor, where Trevor curled up into a ball and cowered. The dark silhouette of the angry robber loomed over him, but after a moment's consideration, the man just scoffed and stomped away. Trevor held this position for a minute and from the outside, he looked pathetic. Defeated. But beneath the surface his mind was spinning, trying to figure out what options he had left.

Whatever he was going to do, he had to do it now. He was sure if he could just get the ring into his possession he'd be able to fix everything, but the question of how to get it was a tricky one. This snatcher couldn't be reasoned with, brute force was clearly a no-go, there was no one he could reach out to for help, he didn't have time to go research… what tricks did he have left?

Out of the corner of his eye, he peeked at the thief, and he found that the man was still admiring his stolen body in the mirror. Currently he was enchanted by Andy's ass, craning his neck to stare back at it while he squeezed the plump globes with one hand, the other tugging lazily up and down the tower of his cock, Like most snatchers after landing Andy's primo body, the guy was feeling incredibly narcissistic- not that Trevor couldn't blame him, he himself spent plenty of blissful time enjoying his boyfriend's body. No one else knew Andy's body quite like he did.

And that was where he found his angle. It would suck, but, well… Andy was counting on him, so he didn't have any other choice.

"Okay, I get it now," Trevor pulled himself to his feet and lifted his hands. "I'm not going to convince you to switch back with Andy. But before I go, can I just- can I ask for one thing?"

The body thief shot Trevor a withering sidelong stare and rolled his eyes. "What?"

"Can I suck your dick?"

Whatever the robber had been expecting Trevor to say, it wasn't that, and he actually froze in place (mouth hanging open, one big hand halfway down his shaft) and let Trevor approach him. He snapped out of it after a second and lifted his hands in an uncertain gesture, as if he wasn't really sure what he was going to do with them, and Trevor smiled- he hadn't been punched in the face yet, which meant he was right, and the thief didn't really consider the little twink a threat. Good.

Still, Trevor was very careful to not look at the hand with the ring. Instead, he let his eyes take in every other part of Andy's body, allowing a hint of lust to leach into his eyes- which was hardly difficult to conjure up given what he was in front of him. He licked his lips.

"It's selfish but- come on, you can see it, he's a stud! That body… his giant arms… those pecs…" Trevor reached out slowly and let one of his hands drift towards one of Andy's pecs, and when the robber didn't protest, he let his fingers brush against it and tease the soft muscle. Instinctively, Andy's chest jumped, and both Trevor and the robber made appreciative noises. "And that dick… it's so big. I think it's ruined me for other men."

He was laying it on a bit thick (almost as thick as… well…) but it seemed to be working, because the snatcher was starting to pant. His face still looked apprehensive, but Andy's body told another story- Trevor had noticed the trademark smell of semen was absent from the bathroom, which meant that the robber hadn't yet gone all the way with his new equipment. A lot of guys wanted their first time with their new dick to be "special," so Trevor guessed the guy must be dying to get off.

"If this is the last time I get to see it, I can't let go without just one more taste. Please?" Trevor's finger ghosted across Andy's abs, moving slowly downwards towards his member. Rising up on his toes, he leaned in close to whisper into the thief's ear. "I know just how he likes it."

Without warning, Trevor found himself seized by the shoulders and shoved roughly backwards. He managed to keep his footing, just barely, but he was still mid-stumble when the thief crossed the room and grabbed him again. Trevor froze, his heart pounding in his chest, and he stared up at the man with wide, nervous eyes- it always sickened him to see such darkness on Andy's face. Then the thief placed a hand on Trevor's head and thrust him down onto his knees.

"Suck away, slut," he said, tucking both hands behind his head and shoving his cock into the twink's face.

Pain shot through Trevor as his kneecaps banged into the floor, but he swallowed it down and prepared to… well, to swallow it down. Andy's dick hung in front of him, its thick mushroom head staring at him like an old friend, and Trevor set to work.

His boyfriend always complimented him on the dexterity of his tongue ("that silver tongue" Andy called it) so he liked to start off with that, kissing the tip of the cock before letting his tongue slip out and explore, tracing circles around the flared rim of the head before drifting under to do its best to wrap around the tip, teasing his partner with a taste of what was coming up. When he reached the base of his tongue and his lips were flush against Andy's tip, he pulled his tongue back in and let his mouth fall down at the same time, engulfing the head of the cock in one fluid motion.

A deep moan rumbled out above Trevor's head, and the thick flesh in his mouth pulsed with excitement. Trevor was the methodical type so he liked to take things slow, taking his time as he sucked on the head like a lollipop before gently pressing his neck forwards and drifting his lips further down the length. Andy was big, so Trevor relaxed throat and hollowed his cheeks to make room for as much as he could- but he was also a tease, so he made sure to pull back and forth to keep his partner guessing.

He got about two thirds of the way down the length of Andy's shaft when he felt it skin pressing against the roof of his mouth and he winced- he didn't usually deep throat, but in order for the plan to work, he was going to have to. His gag reflex was long since deceased, but he stomped on its grave and eased himself down until his nose was buried in Andy's curly black pubes.

Usually, Andy would sit there for a moment and allow him to adjust, but the person piloting Andy's body was not so generous. With a scream of "holy fucking shit balls," the man began pounding away, his powerful hips thrusting as he slammed into Trevor's mouth again and again, chasing the pleasure hidden in the boy's golden throat. Tears came to Trevor's eyes as he felt the hard cock battering the space where his tonsils used to be, but he thought about how scared Andy must be and gritted his teeth (metaphorically, of course) through the pain.

The grunts and groans from his partner intensified and Trevor felt a pulsing at the base of Andy's dick, a surefire sign that orgasm was imminent. Then, he pulled back and made to remove his mouth, leaving the horny monster in front of him high and dry.

Just as Trevor planned, the impostor got greedy. Desperate to return to the warm embrace of Trevor's throat, he reached down and stuck his right hand on the back of the twink's head and shoved him back towards the base of his cock. Threading his hands through Trevor's hair, the large man yanked him up and down, using his mouth as his own personal sex toy with little regard for whether or not his partner got hurt.

This meant he also didn't notice when Trevor, despite violently gagging on many inches of dick, managed to reach up and slip the ring off of the robber's finger and onto his own.

Andy's deep voice bellowed out as Trevor felt hot seed flooding his throat, and then in the blink of an eye, the roles were reversed- Trevor was in Andy's body, and robber was in Trevor's.

The thief choked, caught completely off guard by the sudden appearance of a giant dick in his mouth, began to sputter and cough as he choked on the massive load of sperm he'd been unprepared for. Trevor (catching the tail end of Andy's orgasm) wasted no time, yanking his own head back and shoving his real body to the floor immediately. The surge of strength Trevor got from being in Andy's ripped body was intoxicating, and he rolled his shoulders back to let his borrowed muscles stretch. Andy's body was so much sturdier than his own, even warmer, and it was almost like Andy was still there to keep him safe even when he was far away.

The thief, now down dozens of pounds of muscle, stared up at the hulking form looming over him with wide, watery eyes, and it sunk in for him how badly he'd fucked up. Scrambling to his feet, he opened his mouth to scream but could barely make a sound from his battered throat- not that he would have been able to get more than a peep out before Trevor socked him in the stomach and knocked the wind out of him. He let out a groan of pain and doubled over, keeping his silence as Trevor made use of Andy's muscles to effortlessly toss the skinny body over his shoulder and carry him to the bed.

Trevor threw the body snatcher down a bit rougher than was necessary- but hey, it was his body. He could do what he wanted with it. Thanks to their new size difference, it was simple for him to wrestle the thief down and bind his hands and feet together with the zip ties Trevor kept in Andy's bedside drawer for this purpose, followed by a strip of duct tape over his mouth and a blindfold around his eyes. This guy was going nowhere trussed up like that.

The thief whimpered from behind the gag on his mouth and craned his head around, searching aimlessly for something he couldn't see through the blindfold, and Trevor felt disgusted. The sight of his own body, bound and gagged with twiglike arms and chicken legs struggling fruitlessly, was utterly pathetic. Was this how the world saw him? Small, weak, powerless? He looked like an absolute loser.

Trevor glanced down at himself- at Andy's body -and he clenched his fists, feeling the power surge inside of his borrowed arms as the muscles flexed. It thrilled him, that strength, and it was something that he always envied from other men. He didn't want to be the small guy that got pushed around. The one who had to be scared. The one who everybody looked down on. He should be somebody with presence, that everyone respected. Why shouldn't he? After all, he had a magic ring. And with the ring, he could be anybody that he wanted. True Andy's body was nice, but he could-

Andy.

The thought of his boyfriend hit Trevor like a bucket of cold water and he shook off whatever strange fantasies had overtaken him. Andy needed him. Andy needed him, Trevor, to get him out of this mess. Why the hell would Trevor want anything more if he was already loved just as he was?

And after Trevor switched bodies with a police chief and freed Andy from prison, put himself and Andy back in their original bodies, and sent the robber on his way with his tail between his legs (because even after all that, Andy still refused to call the cops), Trevor decided it was time to do something about the ring.

Part Four

[druidrot]

the shadow in the valley

pairing: gale dekarios/reader (f/m)

word count: 3.3k

warnings: angst, slight death and descriptions of the void, gale gets his munch on, he calls reader tav ONCE (once), a fun little twist on gale's confession

rating: explicit - MDNI

Summary:

“Ah, so you return to us once more,” he teases, though his voice is tinged with something unplaceable. “You gave us all quite the scare.” 

“You look tired,” you respond simply, careful of the loaded statement. 

He barks out a disbelieving little chuckle, sighing as he runs a hand over his eyes. “Yes, well, sleep eludes one when they worry over the life of their dearest companion.” 

That same stirring from before, back in that dreaded town, burns in your chest again. You can’t help it, so you find yourself teasing him. 

“Dearest companion, hmm?” Even though your voice is still a bit hoarse, you manage to sound coy. “I seem to remember you telling me you love me.”

You delight in the way the flush blooms from his neck to his face as he clears his throat. “Erm, well, yes, I suppose I did.”

At this point, the only thing you can focus on is the cold; dreadful, painful cold. 

It is as if ice twists itself down to your very core, gnawing at bone, sinew, blood. You think you have never felt so cold, so empty. Your ears ring and the pressure in your head is all-encompassing. It is as though you are in deep water; deep, frigid, unrelenting water. You think you register shouting through the overwhelming fog, but you can’t find the cognizance to concentrate on it. 

You feel the cold intensify, your insides twisting and coiling in discomfort. Then, you no longer feel even your own heartbeat, no longer feel the pain that so tortures you. Even the ringing in your ears fades, the sound becoming distant, discordant. It is like you sink further, deeper, like nothing surrounds you but a deep, endless abyss. 

What’s left of your mind wanders and you are weightless, thoughtless, nameless. Not even the cold bothers you anymore, nor the weight that encumbers your soul. This must be what death is. You can’t rationalize it, can’t name it anymore, but intrinsically some part of your soul recognizes that you float in the palms of Kelemvor.

Death is absence, peace. You are naught but the abyss that swallows you, ready to be harvested for the City of Judgment. There is a warm touch that blooms in the recesses of your soul, yet that sickening weight from before begins to return. The cold slowly begins to seep back into your being. The ringing in your ears, the pressure in your mind, even the fluttering of your frantic heart bursts back into existence, a violent cacophony of sensation that has your soul burning. The water that drags you under begins to recede.

With a sickening pop, you are thrust back into yourself. It is jarring, the sensation of returning to life. Your mind reels with memory, how you got here, where you just came from. You gasp, body lurching as that same dreadful cold from before burns through your waking bones. 

“By the gods,” you hear, distantly. “Shadowheart, she’s awake!” 

When your vision comes back into focus, you find that you are cradled in the arms of your resident wizard. His eyes shine with tears in the torchlight, but still he wears a small, tortured smile as he smooths a stray hair away from your forehead. 

“There you are,” he whispers, soft. “Stay with me now, love.”

You want to say something in response but all that comes out is a wet cough. You feel your chest rattle with the weight of it, cringing through the pain. Gale’s eyes harden as he calls for Shadowheart once more. 

You vaguely remember why you came here. The search for the Thorm mausoleum had taken you to the heart of Reithwin town. True to fashion, a pack of hungry shadows and shadow-cursed undead had waited rather patiently for an ambush.  

One wrong move on your part and a lash from a shadow vine sent you careening through the area, the pixie bell in your pocket falling loose during your unexpected flight. You had been cast to an area where the curse was particularly strong, and as you fought the shadows threatening to steal your soul, a wayward wraith shot you with a necrotic spell that sapped you of any strength. It was like being plunged into ice, the last thing you remember before waking up in Gale’s arms. 

You don’t understand why you haven’t been claimed already, but the cold that still engulfs you bodes ill. You can feel yourself slipping again, can feel that sweet call of the void that welcomed you before, the void that promises nothing, absence. 

“Hey, don’t you do this to me again,” you hear, distantly. “Stay with me, my love. Please stay with me.” 

You hum in response, tired. 

“Please,” Gale’s voice is hoarse with tears. Absently, you think you’ve never seen him look so scared before, not even when Mystra basically ordered him to his death. It gnaws at you, his fear. You don’t want him to be scared. 

“Gale,” you whisper, weakly. “It’ll be…just fine.” 

His answering laugh is humorless. “The woman I love lay dying in my arms and still you show remarkable optimism. Quite on the nose for you, yes.” 

Your fluttering heart jumps in your chest. You offer him a small smile, cracked with blood and fear. “You…love me…huh?” 

“So much more than you could ever imagine,” he responds quietly, resolutely. “Which is why I need you to stay alive. I have so much I’d like to share with you.” 

Once again, you find yourself wanting to respond but too weak to do so. Finally, you watch as Shadowheart and Karlach approach Gale, shining little pixie bell nestled between the fingers of your dear tiefling’s hand. Immediately, the cold seems to recede from your bones and you breathe a shaky sigh of relief. 

“Stay with us,” Shadowheart orders, falling to her knees beside you. Her face is streaked with blood and her eyes are steely, but still you see the fear that hides there. You try to offer her a reassuring smile. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” she whispers as she presses her hands over your heart. “Without that bell, my magic would do little to heal you. This curse is much too potent once you’ve been touched by it. I can do enough to ensure we make it back to Last Light. I don’t have much strength left so Isobel will have to do the rest.” 

You try to nod but the weariness you feel overtakes you. You let out a soft sound before giving into the warmth of the cleric’s magic, Gale’s worried eyes the last thing you see before you slip back into the welcoming darkness. 

-

This time you wake in peace. 

The bed under you is delightfully plush, even though it’s naught but straw and hay. You are pleasantly warm under the blankets, that wretched cold from earlier nowhere to be felt. Your body aches minutely, muscles sore and strained, but still you are so very much alive. You breathe a welcome sigh of relief, opening your eyes to the familiar interior of The Last Light Inn. The small room you occupy is a quaint bedroom, just a bed, a few wardrobes, and a small chair by the bed. It takes a moment for your mind to fully clear but when it does, you register the presence of your favorite wizard, sitting vigil in said little chair at the bedside. He offers you a grateful smile when you meet his tender gaze. 

“Ah, so you return to us once more,” he teases, though his voice is tinged with something unplaceable. “You gave us all quite the scare.” 

“You look tired,” you respond simply, careful of the loaded statement. 

He barks out a disbelieving little chuckle, sighing as he runs a hand over his eyes. “Yes, well, sleep eludes one when they worry over the life of their dearest companion.” 

That same stirring from before, back in that dreaded town, burns in your chest again. You can’t help it, so you find yourself teasing him. 

“Dearest companion, hmm?” Even though your voice is still a bit hoarse, you manage to sound coy. “I seem to remember you telling me you love me.”

You delight in the way the flush blooms from his neck to his face as he clears his throat. “Erm, well, yes, I suppose I did.” 

You mewl softly. “While you thought I was dying in your arms, you told me you loved me.”

“I was there,” he reminds you, embarrassed. “And yes, I did tell you I loved you while you were dying in my arms. I could not allow you to pass on ignorant of what you mean to me.” 

Something warm settles in the pit of your belly and you can’t help the way your heart sings in your chest. You find yourself sitting up, laughing softly as he scrambles to help you. His arms are solid at your sides, warm, and when the impulse hits you to cradle his face in your hands and pull him close, you do. 

“Well, I’m still alive,” you breathe, blissfully aware of the way his pupils dilate. “Care to repeat it?"

Gale offers a tepid smile. He shifts so he sits on the bed with you, mindful of your sore body. It takes him a moment to muster his resolve, and you wait patiently as he mulls over what he would like to say to you. When he seems to have settled on something, he takes your hands in his, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. 

“I had a plan,” he begins, gently. “I wanted to do this the right way, but it seems fate has other plans. If we were home, I would have taken you out to explore the wonders Waterdeep has to offer, wooing you over wine and weave. But this is what we have, here, now. You must know how special you are to me, Tav. I’m…I’m in love with you.”

Something warm breaks open in your chest. You don’t think you could find the words to say to him if you wanted to, so you do the next best thing. Leaning forward, you pull him as close to you as you can get him and you press your lips against his in a wanting, searing kiss. He groans softly, lips opening under yours instantly. His hand tangles in your hair and he presses even closer, still mindful of your sore body. 

Gale is a fervent kisser. He is a bit unpracticed, sure, but he more than makes up for it with the devotion that drives his lips. He presses you back into the plush blankets, careful to keep your body caged beneath him. He breaks the kiss after a few succulent moments, grinning down at you oh-so-charmingly. 

“If circumstances were different, I’d show you pleasures beyond your wildest imaginings,” he whispers, leaning down to smatter delicious kisses along your collarbone. “But time is short and you are still weak, not yet wholly mended. I would still like to express my love for you, if you are of a willing mind. I do believe I have an idea.” 

You coo softly as his teeth nip at your skin. The brush of his beard burning against your sensitive neck leaves you gasping, decadent heat blooming through you, lighting you on fire. He seems to like the response, chuckling darkly as he continues his ministrations. 

“Come now, love,” he rasps, moving back to kiss at your lips. “I cannot oblige you if you don’t give me an answer.” 

His kiss is distracting, consuming, but you muster the will to nod your head. “Yes, Gale. Please, anything. Make me feel alive.”

He groans in response. It is broken, desperate, and you find the urgency behind his next kiss breathtaking. So long have you waited for this moment, for the heat of his body against yours, the warm press of his adoring kiss. You want for nothing in this moment, just the building heat that seems to roar between you both. He allows himself to be greedy, stealing the breath straight from your lungs as his hands begin to caress you: your hips, your thighs, your ribcage. He is everywhere all at once, but you don't mind. You are lost to him, have been lost to him since the moment you pulled him out of that portal way back when. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve yearned for you,” he whispers, trailing kisses down your jaw, your neck, brushing aside the fabric at your collarbone so he can continue along his path. “I am a man starved.”

You moan quietly. “Gale…”

You can feel him grin against your skin. “Yes, my star, I hear you. I cannot wait any longer, either.”

He pushes up on his arms, beginning a slow, sensual descent to the open space between your legs. Once he is settled, his warm hands splay across your belly, handsome face heavy with desire. His eyes are molten pools of heat, yearning, desperation.

“Long has it been since I’ve delved into pleasures of the flesh,” he starts, a twinkle in those dark eyes. “But if you would allow me, I would like to indulge the both of us tonight.”

You swallow a heap of air. “Whatever you desire, Gale, please.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he responds with a grin, heavy hands gliding lower. “If it is your wish, I would like to feast on you tonight, my love. A promise of more to come, when time should allow it.”

“Gale,” you whimper, soft. “I think I should like that very much.” 

He practically glows with relief. You both recognize that the time for words has very much passed, so he makes quick work divesting you of your trousers. A wave of embarrassment washes over you - you are filthy, after all, covered in blood and muck and who knows what else - but your fears are quickly washed away when you take stock of him. HIs eyes are trained at the crux of your panties, right where your sopping cunt weeps through the fabric. He takes a heavy breath, hooded eyes peeking up to catch your heated gaze. 

“I will enjoy myself very, very much,” he growls, leaning forward to lick a hot stripe right over the fabric. You can’t help the gasp you let out, body tensing in anticipation. His answering laugh is low, heady with his desire. He is quick to free you of your panties, eyes softening as he’s greeted by the glistening warmth of your cunt. You want to be embarrassed, want to close your legs and offer yourself another night, but the way he stares at you keeps you rooted in place. He licks his lips, groaning softly as you let out a small, inadvertent moan. 

“If it is too much, tell me to stop,” he orders, leaning forwards. “Otherwise, I plan to leave you absolutely shattered.” 

You don’t have time to respond. Gale’s tongue is hot when he presses it against your clit, delicate at first: a test. He grunts, and soon he takes to licking long stripes through your folds, catching the gathered slick on his tongue. It is positively sinful the way he moves, so slow and deliberate. His tongue is wet, warm, heavy. You mewl as he returns to your clit, sucking softly as his fingers tease at your folds. Considering you now know what death feels like, this is the closest you think you’ll ever get to heaven. 

His onslaught is pure, unadulterated delight. His beard scratches at your cunt deliciously, glistening with the shine of your desire. He is enthusiastic in his ministrations, lapping at you like a man starved, which by his own words, he is. His fingers find your clit, and before you can register it, his tongue dips down into the heat of your entrance. You cry out, hips canting up as he groans in approval. His thumb rubs delicious circles around your clit, tongue dipping in and out of your hole so wantonly you might combust. 

“That’s it,” he croons, taking a moment to take a breath, thumb still relentlessly at your clit. “Chase it, my love. Use me for your pleasure.” 

You nearly cry. He moves back to gentle laps at your clit with his tongue, fingers dipping dangerously low before he breaches your entrance with the tip of a finger. You mewl, body arching off the bed when he plunges the whole digit in. Were he anyone else, you think you’d be embarrassed by the squelch of your quivering cunt. Instead, you find it adds to your arousal, the sound a beautiful cadence, evidence of your undoing at his hands. He plunges another finger in, still slurping and sucking at your sweet little bundle of nerves. He curls those two fingers up, searching for a moment until he finds the spot that has you seeing stars. 

“You are maddeningly beautiful like this,” he whispers, pulling away to level you with a lovesick grin, still plundering away with his fingers. “I can’t wait to ravish you properly, my star. The sight of you wrapped around my cock would be most rapturous indeed.” 

You groan, voice sticky with need. He returns his full attention back to your cunt, sighing happily as he wraps his lips around your engorged clit. He picks up the pace of his fingers, adding a third digit when you begin to pant like a madwoman. He sucks harshly at your clit, groaning his own pleasure when a spasm rocks through you. His fingers hit deliciously deep, his mouth on your clit only adding to the rapid fire that begins to burn through your cunt. 

You feel yourself clench around his fingers, a telltale sign you’re close. Gale doesn’t miss a beat. His fingers take to a wicked pace, his tongue moving around your clit in filthy, sinful circles. It doesn’t take much more to send you over the edge you suddenly find yourself careening over. You gasp brokenly, hips trying to cant away from him as he finishes you off. 

“Just like that,” he praises, rather smugly. “Let yourself go, my love, let yourself release.” 

It is like a rubber band snaps, the pressure in your cunt growing until it explodes. You almost quake with the intensity of your cunt bearing down on his fingers, slick pooling around them in thick, delicious rivulets. Sensation leaves you all at once, and when you finally come back to yourself, Gale hovers over you with a knowing smile, beard still glistening, fingers still shining with your arousal. 

He licks them clean, of course, and you mewl as your cunt clenches around nothing. He laughs adoringly, smoothing your hair down with the hand that wasn't inside of you. 

“You are absolutely divine,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you despite the slick gathered around his face. “Nothing or no one in the planes could ever compare.” 

You feel yourself flush but still you offer him a warm smile. “Thank you, Gale. Truly.” 

“Make no mention of it,” he returns, humbly. “This was a gift for me as well. I only hope that it will not be the last time you and I can be alone together like this.” 

You grin coquettishly. “Gale, I think I’m spoiled for anyone else. I love you, I want you. At this point, it will take Ao himself to tear me from you.” 

“Then I am a man most lucky,” he concedes, kissing you once more. “Now, as much as I’d love to keep you to myself like this, I believe the others are waiting for your recovery. We should clean you up and get you something to eat. You still need to recover your strength if we are to continue our journey.” 

He helps you back into your trousers and with a quick cast of prestidigitation, you find yourselves blessedly free of the cum, blood, and dirt miring both of you. You smile graciously as he helps you to your feet. 

“I meant it when I said I love you,” he murmurs, pulling you into his embrace. “I really thought I was going to lose you.” 

“I’m here now,” you respond, resolutely. “And I won’t let my guard down again, of that I can assure you. We will find a way to keep you here with me, too. I cannot lose you, Gale. Not now.” 

He smiles sadly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Come now, my love. That conversation is best saved for the morning. Let us return to our companions tonight, hmm? They are eager to see you and while you are delightfully decadent, I find myself hungering for some real food.” 

It is easy to concede to him tonight. You know the stakes are ever-raising but you also know that you are more than equipped to handle them. For now, you allow yourself this sweet little respite with the man you love, end of the world be damned. So you smile and offer a sweet kiss, taking his hand as you begin the walk back to your waiting companions.  

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welp, this was born from pure wish fulfillment so i hope u enjoy. crossposted on my ao3! this was inspired by a prompt from one of the recent lists i reblogged: Prompt #1025: "You told me you loved me." "Yes." "While you thought I was dying in your arms." "Yes." "Well, I’m still alive. Care to repeat that?"

as usual, requests are open! comments, reblogs, and follows are greatly appreciated!

[other-fandoms-reblogs]

Simon’s Succubus

Inspired by @impala-dreamer ‘s Dean’s Succubus

A/N: Hope you don’t mind, Beka, that I read it and ran with my own version. If it’s too close to yours,‘l please message me here or on discord and I can change it. ❤️❤️❤️

Simon can always tell when you’re about to ovulate. Your libido skyrockets and becomes demanding. He loves it.

He loves how assertive his baby becomes. Dragging him by his shirt to the bedroom when he gets home and won’t even let him take off his combat boots. How you tell him what you want, practically dominating him. You sit on his face, covering him and his mask at times in your juices. He has several identical masks for this reason now.

The man cannot get enough. He loves how you taste sweet and tangy.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves how spicy you two are normally. It’s a kind of balance. Normally, you want his hands and mouth everywhere on you. You blush and get shy trying to ask for what you want in bed. He finds it endearing.

He tends to help by giving his partner options, almost like a menu unless he wants to try something new. Then, he says he has a treat or wants to try something different. You’re always happy to experiment.

He loves every moan, groan, and breathy pant. He tried to ring orgasm after orgasm out of you.

When it’s nearing your time each month, your tolerance for him not stopping until he’s rung as many orgasms as he can increases dramatically. There have been times when his jaw felt like he needed to lubricate like a machine. You don’t mind. He is amazing with his fingers.

He knows how to play you like he’s disassembling and reassembling any of his guns blind. He knows how and where to touch you to rile you up and push you over the edge as many time as he wants or his jaw screams at him.

When you ride his cock, he can go for quite some time normally. He giving you long thrusts, torturing you with pleasure and sensation until you whimper and writhe under him. He loves to hear you beg him so he will let you orgasm. He will change position to hit your g-spot or a-spot, if not both, or reach down between you to rub your clit.

During that time, you’ve been know to tire him out. He isn’t as young as he used to be but is happy to eat you out or finger you until you’ve soaked his arm. He also has recently loved watching you take your pleasure and use his thigh to get off on. When you’re about to go o er the edge, he will nibble and bite your neck and shoulder intensifying your orgasm further. His little masochist, how he loves you.

[thedenofravenpuff]

This is all I saw on today's episode of LAES

Autism to autism communication intensified and Jack also being there. Bringing that moon ADHD.

Enjoy

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[lemonlover1110]

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink

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“I want to have another baby.” Is the odd request that leaves your lips when you finally see your husband after he comes home. Toji furrows his brows, looking at you utterly confused. For the past year you’ve been telling him that the last thing you want is a baby. Taking care of the kids you have is more than enough. 

“Where did that come from?” Toji asks and you shrug. You walk over to him, your hands going to the back of his neck. You kiss him and give him a sweet smile before you respond,

“Don’t you want a baby? Just think about how cute they are.” You have to convince him. Your baby fever is at an all time high. Although you always get him to do whatever you want– But Toji did tell you that he also doesn’t want any more kids.

“You know what a baby means, right?” He tries to remind you, and while pregnancy and childbirth and almost anything that comes after that is hell, that isn’t registering in your mind. You feel his hands wrap around your waist, and you bring your lips up to his ear. You kiss the shell of his ear before whispering,

“Lots of sex. Baby making and then satisfying your pregnant wife.” And he can’t argue with that. Neither with the bulge that’s in his pants. He can’t argue with the following weeks when he fucks you senseless every single night.

Toji likes to start off slow. He kisses all over your body. He worships your body. Especially when he’s fully inside you. “You’re gonna look so beautiful pregnant with my baby.”

He looks down at you, so much lust in his eyes. You look so beautiful while under him, taking every inch of his cock. He loves the position that you’re in, your legs on top of his shoulders which allow him to reach so deep. God, he fucking loves this. 

“So fucking tight, even after fucking you so much-” Toji hisses. The man just adores the feeling of your cunt. He’s the luckiest man in the world to have this– And he fucking loves the fact that you’re letting him get your pregnant. The sound of skin slapping intensifies as his thrusts speed up.

He’s gotten to know your body more than you do. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as he pounds into you. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He smirks as he looks down at you, your face contorted with pleasure, moans leaving your lips. You look beyond beautiful, he can’t wait till you’re filled up with his cum.

“You wanna carry my baby?” His voice is deep while his hand goes to your breasts. He begins to play with your nipple. “Your tits are going to be filled with milk. You gonna let me have some, right?”

“Oh, Toji!” You moan. It’s the only thing that you say during the night. The neighbors can hear how your husband fucks a baby into you, and Toji couldn’t be happier. And that won’t be the only proof that you’re his and only his- The baby that you’ll carry will also show them all that you belong to him. God, he’s so possessive and jealous.

“So good, Toji-” Your voice is so loud. His hand begins to play with your clit, and you’re squeezing around Toji’s cock.

“You gonna make me a daddy again?” He asks. There’s no response as you bite your bottom lip, a moment of clarity that you’re being so loud. His hand wraps around your throat and he squeezes before he repeats the question.

“Yes! I’ll make you a daddy!” You yell. Toji’s thrusts speed up, and he goes back to playing with your clit. You’re creaming around his cock, and he fucking loves it. You’ve been having the best sex ever since you asked him to try for a baby. For some reason your cunt gives him so much more pleasure.

“Can’t wait to see you all big and round with my baby. Gonna fuck you everyday.” Toji rambles. His fingers dig into the soft skin of your thighs, which makes you moan louder. “Gonna give you every last drop of my cum, and you’re going to be such a good wife and give me lots of babies, right?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You chant. He begins to moan, his thrusts getting sloppy, and you know that he’s near his release.

“Gonna knock you up. You’re going to look so beautiful.” He’s groaning. You’re making him feel so good as you squeeze around his cock. He closes his eyes as he stumbles over his words, “You’re going to be all swollen while pregnant with my baby.”

You have to close your eyes, your back arching while you get louder and louder. Your legs shake as you come around his cock. The man bites his bottom lip as he tries not to come so soon. He wants to stay buried inside you, but he can’t be inside you forever even if he wants to be.

“Fuck-” He mutters. He throws his head back, his thrusts slowing down as he releases his seed inside you. Your cunt milks him for every drop of his cum, and it feels like so much. Because it is a lot. Toji always comes so much and his cum is always so thick. And for some odd reason, lately it feels like he’s coming more than before.

He pulls out his cock and takes your legs off his shoulders. The man catches his breath for a couple of seconds before he begins to kiss your lower abdomen. He kisses all over your stomach, his eyes looking up at your fucked out face.

“That for sure was it. You’re definitely pregnant.”

[werewolfboyfrfr]

just got the biggest species euphoria from a stanger on discord

me - "yeah i got that dog brain"

some random dude: "does that mean you like pats?? :0"

me - "yes."

him - *patting intensifies*

[egrets-not-regrets]

Paperweight

Inspired by a discord conversation about businessman Guilliman being mean and stepping on his little secretary who is picking up papers on the ground.

Author’s Note: TW: Dubcon, humiliation, power imbalance, slight smut. Modern AU CEO Roboute Guilliman. Honestly this could apply to a few other primarchs.

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog , @bispecsual , @c-u-c-koo-4-40k , @ms--lobotomy , @whorety-k

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“I’m sorry, Mr. Guilliman, sir.” You whimpered looking at his icy blue eyes, licking your dry lips nervously. Then looked down at the scatter of paper and folders on the ground.

The imposing businessman tsk-ed with annoyance, “You clumsy slut. Go fetch.” his deep commanding voice ordered. You blushed, embarrassed, being humiliated like this was not part of your job description, but this was not the first time he did this. Besides, who would believe you should you complain? Which other job would pay this much for the work you do? You just graduated and still have to pay back your student loans. You suppose you should count your lucky stars that the ceo of McCragge Financial Co. did not decide to humiliate you in public instead.

“Yes, Mr…” his brow rose. You paused, then correcting yourself, “Yes, sir…” you whispered. Tugging down the hem of your short skirt (too short) uneasily as you bent down in front of him to gather the fallen documents.

You shuddered feeling heat rushing down your chest. You could feel Mr. Guilliman’s eyes on you, roving over every inch of your figure, finally settling on the curves of your as confined in the tight little skirt you wore. It wasn’t your choice of clothes, but it was one of the many outfits that Mr. Guilliman bought, and insisted that you wear to work. “Work uniform” he said, “You need to look professional and neat.”

A sudden boot to your ass knocked you out of your thoughts and down onto your hands and knees. Trembling, you looked up at him, your glasses askew.

The cloth of his dress shirt stretched tightly across his muscled chest as he let out an impatient growl. You couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine, “Hurry up. What did I hire you for? To be a glorified paperweight?”

Rubbing your thighs together unconsciously, you replied meekly, “No, sir. Sorry, sir.” Your gaze dropped back to the floor, face flushed, doing your best to gather the paper on the ground. Your short skirt slowly rode up your ass as you crawled around to gather the documents. It was impossible to ignore the heat welling between your legs as Guilliman’s leer intensified.

You were about to get up once you organized the papers again when you felt the heavy pressure of the ceo’s foot on hands pinning you to the floor. You winced, “Mr. Guilliman?”

You whined feeling the pressure of his leather shoe creak against your hands. Afraid of having your hands broken, you quickly addressed him properly, “Sir?”

You sighed in relief as Guilliman moved his foot to your lower back, keeping you down on your hands and knees.

“Stay down.” he ordered. You obediently did as he asked.

He hummed thoughtfully as his foot teased your skirt up, exposing your silk-covered cunt. You had worn that pair of blue silk panties wanting to feel a little fancy. You whimpered, feeling the leather tip of his shoe teasingly rubbing up and down your slit, despairing when you feel your arousal spreading between your inner thighs. The silk panties couldn’t hide that now. You trembled and stuttered, “S… S… Sir…?”

Guilliman chuckled, pressing the tip of his foot harder, seeing the darkening damp patch on the blue silk “Maybe I should add ‘glorified paperweight’ to your resume. Seems like you like it enough.”

[syndrossi]

Just wanted to let folks know that I'm back home after being discharged from the hospital on Monday and resting up so that my lungs can heal.

For those curious to hear the incredibly lengthy narrative, see below.

It likely started before Saturday, but that's when everything went to shit. The day began pretty normally, honestly, though I'd felt a little discomfort in my upper right lung (near the shoulder blade) when breathing the previous night. I wanted to catch up with my BFF who lives in another state, so we scheduled a gaming session to hangout over discord and play Civ together. We played from 11am-4:30pm(ish). Most of the session I felt fine, but towards the last hour, I got hit with what felt like heartburn and a really bad headache. We ended a bit early, and I went to the store to pick up some tums.

By the time I got home, the heartburn was gone, so I drank a bunch of electrolytes for the headache. I noticed what felt like a sore muscle in my lower right ribs, more towards the back. Since I'd been using my boot more at home, which left me with a slightly hobbled gait since it was higher than my normal shoe, I figured it was just muscle strain from the uneven walking. I took a shower, hoping it would help with the muscle ache / tightness in my chest.

I felt briefly better in the shower, but once I got out, I felt crappy again. I tried lying down, but I couldn't get comfortable. Taking a deep breath made that upper-right-lung pain intensify my "muscle strain" in the rib area spasm. I got back up, dried my hair, and tried some light stretching to see if that would help (it didn't).

Since I felt so awful, I figured I'd try going to bed early (10:30 pm). I changed into my PJs, and where before it had been uncomfortable lying down, now it was outright painful. Every breath, even shallow ones, caused my rib muscle area to spasm, triggering a jolt of pain. I shifted, trying to find a comfortable position, but all of them hurt (the pain made me cry out each time, much to my doggo's concern).

Finally, close to 11, I gave my parents a call. I still thought it was a muscle issue, so I was mostly workshopping ideas of how I might get some sleep so I could go to urgent care in the morning to get checked out. My mom insisted I go to the emergency room, though, worried about the prospect of a pulmonary embolism. That felt super unlikely to me (I hadn't felt any pain in my legs or arms that would have been a blood clot), but I knew I wasn't going to sleep and wanted peace of mind, so I swallowed my reservations about the likely cost of an ER visit (yay 'murica 🫠) and my dad drove me there.

It was about an hour wait after check-in (my heart rate and blood pressure at check-in were definitely elevated--my heart was about 20 bpm over my usual resting rate--but higher is less concerning than lower), and I was uncomfortable even sitting. Only the shallowest of breaths were okay, which meant that getting upset (crying, etc) was not an option. I don't know why, but I decided that Viserys was my no-crying distraction for some reason. Whenever I felt myself getting upset / near tears, I would stare at this raised dais-like area of the waiting room and pretend it was Viserys's throne and that I was annoyed at him. It was pretty effective, honestly.

Once they finally called me back, I went through the process of changing into the ER gown. They poked an IV in me and then drew some blood for tests, as apparently there's a blood test than can tell when you likely have a pulmonary embolism (PE). The ER room became waiting room #2. Over the next 1-1.5 hours, I waited in increasing pain and discomfort for the results. The ER bed that I was supposed to be on had been inclined into mostly a sitting position, but the pressure was still painful. I could only breathe so carefully and shallowly without triggering a muscle spasm, which would then trigger an incredibly painful breath.

My dad stayed with me, distracting himself by asking ChatGPT about my symptoms. I just stared at the room's curtain for most of the two hour wait. Once again, Viserys was my distraction. The faux-dais was gone, so this time I used the tiles on the ceiling. I pretended it was a game of Memory and mentally "flipped" over a tile to reveal Viserys whenever I felt myself nearing tears.

At this point, I was still 100% convinced it was a muscle spasm, even though the muscle relaxant they'd given me over the IV hadn't done anything to help. The ER doctor finally came by with the results and noted that my blood test showed that I likely had a PE. The next step would be having a CT scan (they scan your chest as a baseline, then inject you with iodine and scan you again to look for blockages).

I was still in denial, but agreed that it was better to be safe and do the test. The tech who does the scan came in, and that's when I figured out that I'd have to be lying down. Remembering the pain of it earlier, and how much it hurt even to sit now, I finally broke down. Just heaving sobs, and each one of then was agonizing--which meant that I kept sobbing harder. Every breath, I was basically strangling a scream, until I couldn't strangle it anymore. The nurses hurriedly started a line of morphine, and upped it until I calmed/eventually settled. I tried to explain that it wasn't anxiety that had triggered it, it was just that I had to remain calm/collected at all times or else I'd risk the chain reaction of sob-PAIN-more sobbing-more pain, and my limit had been reached.

Once my pain had subsided a little, they took me to the CT scan. The tech was incredibly nice, helping me ease down as slowly as possible and bringing a pillow for my feet to take some pressure off. It hurt a lot, but was just doable with the morphine. The CT scan finished, and I was wheeled back to my ER room.

Another 45 minute wait ensued (I think it was nearing 3-4am at this point) before the results were finally done. The doctor came in and explained that I had multiple blood clots (PE) in both lungs, though they were not immediately life-threatening, and would need to be admitted and go on blood thinners.

There's a side story that I don't feel comfortable sharing the details of but the TL;DR is that I was on some other medications in preparation for another procedure and had to keep calling the other doctor's off-hours line to figure out what to do. Ultimately, I had to cancel/stop that treatment/prep, which was gutting, honestly.

I was given an injection of the blood thinner into my stomach (the nurse was not gentle), and offered a top-up of morphine before heading over to the hospital / my hospital room. My dad talked me out of it, saying that it would be easier to have it done in my room, and left to fetch some things for me so I could have a more comfortable stay (and to care for my dog, as I live alone).

Unfortunately, once I made it to the hospital room, they claimed that I was only cleared to have Tylenol for pain (which does nothing for me). I took it, because I had nothing else, and a long 6-10 hours ensued. I was in too much pain and discomfort to sleep, and the hospital was noisy. My nurse popped in briefly at the start to tell me she'd "tuck me in" once she finished with her current patient. An hour passed, to the point where I wondered if I was supposed to call her myself, and she finally came in--mostly just to hand me some Tylenol to swallow and make sure I was hooked up properly to the machine.

5am-1pm were miserable. I couldn't sleep, I was in pain, I could barely breathe without triggering extreme pain. And the side effect of having to "remain calm" was that I had to speak in a low, measured voice whenever asked about how I was feeling. I couldn't honestly talk about the pain without breaking down so I would take long pauses. I probably understated my pain too much for that reason (because admitting how much it hurt made me want to sob). It took my parents visiting in the afternoon and my mom raising a stink (I say lovingly) to finally get something that would actually help with the pain. At this point, I had clarified with my other doctor that the other procedure was off and therefore I could have NSAIDs / whatever they wanted to do to me.

I got an NSAID + an opioid, and finally, for the first time in over twenty-four hours, I could speak more than a few words at a time, and exist in something other than pain and discomfort. My sister visited, and managed to finally tempt my appetite (I had been refusing all food) in the evening with some french onion soup she'd brought from Panera. She was such a morale boost; she visited me twice, my brother-in-law joining her for the second time with the soup when I was finally in manageable-pain, and they kept me sane.

My parents brought the most important supply of the night: my noise-canceling headphones. After not sleeping for the past 36 hours, I finally had the tools to do so.

Unfortunately, the hospital had other plans. My nurse would check in every 6 hours to re-up my meds (and at a different point to give me that day's blood thinner injection). On a different cadence, someone would come every 4 hours to check my blood pressure. And there were two other ad-hoc interruptions for more blood draws. And the changing of the nurse shift. Every time I finally managed to fall asleep, I would be woken within an hour by someone. My blood pressure grew too low overnight, so they stopped the opioids.

Still, it was enough "rest" to survive the day. They did lots of tests on me--an echocardiogram to make sure there was no heart damage, ultrasounds on my legs to make sure there were no other lurking blood clots, general blood tests. I passed them one by one. My heart was fine. There were no signs of clots in the ultrasound. My blood tests were otherwise good (minus some low hemoglobin/red blood cells due to having my blood constantly drawn).

Finally, around 2pm on Monday, I was given my discharge papers and allowed to go home.

With pulmonary embolisms, especially the "mild" form that I had, the treatment is basically just blood thinners. The idea is to prevent additional clots and give the lungs time to heal the existing clots/damage on their own (apparently they're very good at this and heal minor/tiny blood clots all the time). If I only ever have this one incident, I just have to make it through a six-month period of blood thinners. If I ever have a clot again, I'll have to be on blood thinner medication for life.

The doctors couldn't tell me definitively why I ended up with PEs in both lungs. I have no family history of clots/PE. The ultrasound didn't show any remnants or new clots. I had been in a boot for my busted ankle, and much more inactive, which could have contributed. I also had started birth control a month before, which is another risk factor (specifically estrogen). My ER doctor said that she sees a lot of PE patients who recently started hormones--from people treating menopause or going on birth control, to pregnant people, to people using testosterone. Specifically, it's at the "start", typically, when you've gone from your previous baseline and have the influx of hormones.

Or it could have just been a "silent" clot in my legs from the boot.

I'm slowly improving day by day. I can breathe more deeply without pain. I can lie down...mostly flat (I have 3-4 pillows to prop me up) to sleep. Advil does the trick for most of the pain management, though I have to take a prilosec equivalent while on NSAIDs because of the blood thinner. I could barely walk more than a few steps on Monday without getting winded, but I'm able to walk around the house reasonably well now. Bending down (compressing the lungs) hurts, and I'm constantly coughing due to the inflammation in my lungs, but those are all things that will improve over time.

Although I didn't have the same "something is wrong, I need to go to a hospital" certainty that I did when I had appendicitis several years back, I'm glad my instincts were still enough on point to agree with my mom that it was the right course of action.

So yeah, talk about a week from hell.

I didn't mention it, but I was also laid off on Wednesday last week 🫠. Which means over the course of a single week, I was given a boot, given the boot, and then had my body try to kill me. I'll be fine, job-wise, it'll just take me some time to heal before I can start looking again.

Anyway, though I'd share the saga for anyone who is interested and as educational material for what a PE might present as. Boiling the warning symptoms down, it was basically (for me), pain in the right lung when taking a deep breath. Although my left lung also had clots, it didn't hurt, or not enough to register. My heart rate had been elevated for a week, but especially on the day-of: roughly 20-30 bpm above my normal baseline. It's hard to say if that was stress from the pain or related to the clot itself, however.

Finally, I'd like to thank Viserys for being an incredibly effective distraction to keep me from breaking down. Not his usual role in Resonant! (More often he's causing breakdowns...)

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