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[philippequeau]

L’inhumain, le néant et la conscience

“Conscience du néant” ©Philippe Quéau (Art Κέω) 2024 Google a créé en 2013 une société de biotechnologies nommée Calico, qui vise à « tuer la morti » selon le buzz. Plus modeste, le but affiché sur le site de Calico, est de concevoir des moyens de vivre plus longtemps et en meilleure santéii. Cette initiative s’inscrit cependant, à l’évidence, dans le cadre d’une utopie générale qui est en effet…

[tonycries]

Bed Chem - T.F.

Synopsis. No, you’ve never gone through a heat. No, your big bad neighbor, Toji Fushiguro, hasn’t had a rút in years. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alive when all that changes with your…bed chem.

Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! oméga! reader, alpha! Toji, OMÉGAVERSE AU, slight enemies-to-Iovers, rúts, breéding, MARATHONS, cúmplay, búlges, Toji is BIG, heats, face-sítting, 69, spítting, praise, oraI (f + m), knottíng, he goes FÉRAL, DÚMBIFICATION, one use of “ma’am”, fated mates, matíng bites, p talking, breaking furniture, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 9.9k (whoops)

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3

“-oh! And, darling, my friend recently showed me this new serum that could-”

“-help with my…condition, huh?” You’re finishing off, teeth grit almost as hard as your fingers were around your glaring phone. “Mom- I’ve already told you that I want nothing to do with those sketchy inducers. I’d rather stay dormant like this forever.”

There’s slight static crackling from the other end of the line, “I’m just so worried for you, especially with that massive alpha-”

“Who? Wait- Toji?” You’re braving out a chuckle, gut clenching at the memory of your utterly hot new neighbor and his muscles upon drool-worthy muscles. “Y’know, the doctor has already determined that it’s impossible for me to go into my first heat now.”

And despite it all, you can’t help but drink in a deep inhale the moment you step foot into your cozy local convenience store. Only for your senses to be met with…nope. Nothing, again.

“Besides-” Fingers hovering over that angry red End button, you’re speed-walking your way as inconspicuously as possible towards the Heats and Ruts aisle. “-Toji doesn’t have ruts.”

Well… 

Nobody ever said that you weren’t a hypocrite - but, hey, you were desperate at this point. 

Even if you had to consider another one of your mom’s attempts to artificially induce your inner omega into finally putting in the work.

With your goodbyes hastily muttered, and your phone stowed deeply away into one of your pockets, you find yourself slowing down near that one particular section of the Omega shelves. Gulping at the somewhat-shady inducer portion that you found yourself familiar with ever since you’d reached late puberty without a single heat. 

It was ridiculous, but it wasn’t impossible. 

Mandatory school bloodwork revealed you to be an omega - yet, you felt like anything but that. Anything but what you supposedly were as you watched more and more of your fellow omega classmates miss out on a week or two of school to deal with their heats. 

Consoling you with pitying glances and half-hearted complaints that alpha scents were annoying anyway. But you didn’t care if the pheromones were obnoxious, and the cycles even more so.

Your months just came and went by without any of it.

You’d visited many fertility and growth doctors over the years, and not a single one had been able to pinpoint exactly what was blocking you from accessing the pheromones and biology that everyone else could. That you wanted to. 

Hell, even betas were said to have at least a faint ability to smell wafting clouds of musky perfumes.

Most professionals claimed that everything was as it should be, that you might just be dormant - a late-bloomer, if you will. A very, very late bloomer. 

A majority presented at the start of puberty, or perhaps - in only very rare, alleged cases you found on barren forums - after meeting their fated mate. Two souls bound to fill in each other’s missing pieces. 

The theory was something you let yourself indulge in guilty sips, the sort of fantasy that flashed through your mind right before you wound up with yet another heartbreak.

But after graduating college without a mere half-sign of anything to do with your second gender, you vehemently called bullshit on that one. 

Some suggested that you might merely be a beta in disguise. It was almost comforting to think that it might have all been one big mix-up, yet, every medical test after medical test you’d done always came out the same. 

An omega.

“Damn second genders.” You’re grumbling, traitorously curious fingerpads skimming over the sterile boxes of medicines with official-sounding names. You’d tried out a few with the least amount of side-effects before, and it always ended up being a waste of your time (and your paycheck.) “Damn- damn inducers-”

CLACK!

In your reveried haste a few unstable boxes of products found themselves plonking onto the ground. Wincing at the withering glare of the manager unhelpfully peeking in from a few aisles down, you urgently dropped to your knees to put them back-

“Damn, what did those scented lotions do to you? Remind me not to get on your bad side, doll.” 

You see him before you hear him - strong, engulfing hands motioning into your field of vision to dexterously grab at the mess you’d created. 

And then once you hear him it isn’t any better, because you could recognize that richly rumbling baritone anywhere. 

“Wha-” Cutting your own self off with a strangled mess of a yelp the moment your furrowed gaze looks with viridescent eyes. “-oh.”

Oh? Oh?

Toji Fushiguro quirks up one brow in a way that is unfairly attractive, sultry scar engraved onto one side of his sleazy grin tilting up ever-so-slightly. And was that- a dimple? “Heh- n’ the pretty girl says oh. Cat got your tongue, sugar?”

It’s only then that you’re realizing that this was the first time you’d ever been so…close with the man himself. 

Usually settling for grumbling conversations from your doorstep and incoherent text conversations from his toddling, cherub-faced son stealing Toji’s phone.

So ah, there was one thing you’d forgotten to mention to your mother. Sure, you might have let it slip that Toji was…ruggedly handsome - all Herculean physique, a glossy black Harley Davidson bike, and long legs that carried him well over six feet - but you’d always omitted one thing. 

He was just so cocky.

And you can already feel your blood curdling strangely in your veins, scoffing out a heated puff of breath. “Nah, more like the alpha in the Omega section is.” Darting your eyes anywhere but at the strain of Toji’s sinful compression shirt sneaking winking at you underneath his leather jacket, practically painted onto the ridges of his washboard abs. “Thinkin’ of a secondary gender change, Toji?”

“Ah, yeah yeah-” He’s rolling those hooded eyes, leaning in so pointedly close that you can practically feel his slow, seeping look up and down. “-got tired of havin’ cute lil’ omegas falling all over f’me.”

You scramble to finally stand, “You wish.”

The bout of husky snickers that escape from him make your thighs squeeze together, and Toji’s promptly following you to place back all those fallen lotions. “‘Course I do. That n’ the brat is out on a trip with his lil’ pink-haired friend, m’just killing time.” Tilting his head at you, “You? Thinking of going for alpha? Or…” Crossing his big, beefy forearms, and he must know the effect that has on you and your greedily ogling eyes. “-an alph-”

“Just this.” You’re cutting him off before Toji could fray at your sanity even more, holding up that heat-inducing serum your mother had mentioned. 

But, oh.

Oh.

That wasn’t the expression you’d expected on the handsome face of Toji Fushiguro. Maybe something more smug, perhaps even amused as he realized your little predicament- but never this.

Eyes stony, sharp jaw clenching with a jumpy little tick. And Toji’s fingers are so thick when they pluck the box cleanly off your hands, the split-second graze of his burning skin making you feel almost feverish.

“This trash? Yer takin-” He’s glaring down at the serum as if it had offended him personally five times over. Something about the utter look of discontent makes your chest burn, “-this trash?”

You find yourself defensive, “N-no. At least, not yet. What about it-”

“Because s’gonna ruin your inner workings that’s what.” And for all the world, you never expected to be getting lectured by Toji Fushiguro of all people on your health - though, one look at his sculptured body should have told you all you need to know about just how seriously he takes it. “Don’t even know why s’on the market. S’not good for ya, mama.”

And you knew that. Probably. But ah, the things you do when you’re at your ropes end. “And? I’ve never had a single heat my whole life, y’know?”

“And I should know, bratty doll.” Toji murmurs, throwing that oh-so-famed miracle serum haphazardly back onto the shelf and flipping off the manager who glares at him. “Haven’t had a single rut in years, not since Megumi’s- anyways, all these inducers here are full of shit.”

“Oh.”

Wrapping a staggering arm around your waist to guide you, your body practically burns. Weird. “Tch- silly girl.”

Two peas in a pod.

Before you know it, you’re being dragged by a disgruntled Toji away from the treacherous clutches of the Heats and Ruts aisle and past the cashier - who only smiles as you so-very-subtly sneak in a long whiff of the air. 

Again. Nothing. 

With the stinging pang of disappointment, you sigh as you step outside. Only for Toji to rub your back with a hum, “S’alright. You’ll be alright, sugar- you’re my strong girl, huh?” Eyes widening at just how…sweet Toji was being. That is, before he opens his mouth once more- “Besides. Who needs inducers when you’ve got such a big strong alpha-”

“Pass.”

“Don’ act like ya don’t like it, little miss neighbor. I see how ya look at me.”

“I- I don’t-” You did. And you do. And you will - in fact, you were looking at him that way right now as Toji swings over one thick thigh to straddle the padded leather seat of his prized Harley Davidson. Looking like he’d just stepped out from your wettest of dreams and it makes you almost simper out a sigh.

He’s jutting his head back at the tempting extra space behind him, and you could already hear the suggestion oozing into his next words. “Mhm— whatever ya say, girl. Now stop just standing there looking pretty n’ get over here, I’m a busy man.”

It’s almost as if on auto-pilot when you do.

Toji Fushiguro’s motorbike was big, and just as intimidating as he was. And it’s only on shaky legs that you manage to press yourself only mere precarious inches away from his hulking form. “Heh, ‘er name’s Harley. Fitting for a bike, huh?”

“If- if you crash I’ll kill you.” You’re puffing out a few thickly muffled words through the sleek matching black helmet he was deftly putting on you. Wondering just what led you to be…here of all places. 

“Yes ma’am, I’ll help ya hide the body.”

“M’serious- no funny business.”

“Uh huh, anything else, mistress?”

“And I’ve seen you run red lights so no-”

SMACK!

Your heart stutters with a loud ba-dump! as Toji’s rounded, calloused fingertips leave a good smack against the side of your thigh to get your yammering mouth to halt. And he’s letting off a titter at the shocked expression of your face even through the tinted helmet before turning to rest his hands on the handlebars. 

“Hold on tight.”

It’s all the warning you get - and, honestly speaking, you don’t think any sort of warning could’ve prepared you for the way that Toji rides. 

Something about it is so attractive. 

Maybe it was the creaking stretch of leather as his biceps strained against it from underneath, maybe the way your ears ring with his words even louder than the growl of the bike, maybe it was the way that you were holding him.

Arms stretching to connect over Toji’s broad front, your skin mushes against the curvaceous mounds of his toned pecs. Firm and warm. So, so warm that you can’t help the way that your eager self was mindlessly inching ever-so-slightly closer-

“Phew.” Startling - but not moving away - at the low whistle that Toji blows out, eyes still trained weaving through traffic. “Dangerous game yer playin’, omega.”

Sidling even closer, the defined angles of his back muscles only flexed at the innocent smooch of your tits. “What?”

“S’fucking close.” And not just to him, but to his scent glands. So sensitive and prickling the shaggy black hair at the base of Toji’s neck just from your heated proximity. Huh, strange. “S’a damn good thing I ah- don’t get my ruts, huh?”

And, suddenly, you’re despising what these helmets hide from you. “Well, it’s a good thing I don’t get my heats, huh?”

The exact same words playing over and over in your minds once Toji’s braking to a stop at his designated spot right outside your apartment building. And part of you almost feels upset that this little ride with him was over. 

Letting him do as he pleases when he’s seating around gruffly to take off both your helmets himself, you couldn’t help but notice that something about the air seemed…thick. Like it had just been dipped in candy and right now you were gladly suffocating in the sugary sweetness. 

Your eyes catch onto a lock of deep black that’d curled behind Toji’s ear - and you knew right then and there that something was wrong, you knew that you weren’t thinking. That you weren’t listening to your common sense. 

Because before you can stop yourself - before you can even register it - you’re swiping away the stray tuft, sensory curves of your fingertips just catching onto the skin above where Toji’s smooth glands should be.

“Fuh-fuck-” He’s hissing, willowy eyes curtaining behind a scrunch of his lids, and it’s almost as if on instinct that his thick digits fly upwards to trap your hands right there. “Hold on- just a little, mama-” Pressing down even tighter, and the way that Toji’s letting his head tumble back makes your mouth lacquer with a syrupy wave of drool. “-s-so you said you haven’t had a heat in years-”

“Ever.”

“-ever, huh?” Dewy whirlpools of his eyes examine you, and suddenly you feel like running away. But Toji only grins, “Say, why don’tcha scent me?”

Your maw falls slack with a hot shudder, and you’re not sure if it’s in shock or if it’s from how much you wanted it. To have an alpha offering himself on a silver platter - let alone Toji. Letting out an eloquent, “Wh-what?”

You’re being reeled in even closer with a tug of Toji’s strengthened hands, plummeting onto his chest with a cushioned oof–! He only repeats, breathing bated like he didn’t want to know anything himself until you did. “Scent me, pretty girl.”

“I-I don’t know why-” Your fingers unlatch, and you swear it makes Toji’s chest rumble with a low whimper. Steadily planting them onto the collar of his overpriced jacket to pull. “But if this is your idea of a- oh.”

Shit.

Shit.

And something…is different. There. 

Was- was this how he smelled? This heady concoction of jasmine and something so undeniably…Toji? 

Something snaking and boiling bubbles up throughout your body, you all but slump yourself into his eagerly awaiting arms. You can’t even register what you’re doing, nuzzling into his tender throat. Can’t even recognize the look on your face when you’re gasping in greedy heavals of what was obviously his scent.

That you could smell.

With a gasp, you’re pulling away, eyes diverting to him and- oh, it was much the same for him.

There was no other explanation for the lecherous look of devastation on Toji’s pretty features right about now. 

Scarred lips parting in awe, weighty lids drooping down until those heart-eyes him were almost invisible, face veiled with a delicate flush. His palms find their way to rest on the dip of your hips and stay there.

You’re croaking out, “T-Toji-”

It happens so fast - too fast. 

It’s as if your mere voice was enough to send a zillion volts of electricity shattering down Toji’s spine, jolting him with something darkly visceral. Enough to snap up one tannish forearm and bite-

“Ngh-” Toji’s pearly canines coat with a slight tinge of red, eyes shuttering open - and you notice that they seem slightly less glassy now. Slightly. “-fuck ya really are dangerous, doll. Was almost g’na have me take you right here right now.” The slight dip of his strawberry-pink tongue as Toji pulls away makes you gulp, “N’ I don’ wanna spend my first rut in years here.”

.

.

.

Toji couldn’t think - he couldn’t breathe. And if he was any lesser man he’d have fallen to his knees with only one whiff of your candyland smell. 

Addictive. 

Fingers clutched tightly underneath the plush of your thighs to carry you all the way in through your cozy apartment. Never faltering. Never slowing. You could almost roll your eyes at the blatant reminder of strength if you didn’t feel so feverish.

Toji’s steely eyes light up at the way your trembly fingers clutch the silken hem of your skirt, lips wobbling with every spilling word. “T-Tooooji, feels so hot.”

“S’that so?” He’s swiping the regal button of his nose down where the sides of your neck were swollen, breathing in the hot, sugary waves emanating from your skin. “Feel anything else?”

And the slight hitch of your breath is all that he needs as an answer, well, that and the goopy wetness that was formulating between your thighs. Shit, he never thinks he’s kicked down a door off its hinges harder than he has to your poor bedroom door. 

Draping you gently onto the plethora of silken sheets, you whine at the slight recoiling bounce.

Barely even given the time to gather your wits before Toji’s sliding his jacket and his t-shirt teasingly off, all thick, muscled limbs stalking towards you like a predator that’d just cornered his favorite prey. And you eye his rippling back, his rumbling tone speaking over your mattress’ creaks. 

“Ya better know…” he’s hurling out, mouth just only centimeters away from yours. Hot. “-m’not here ta fuckin’ play around jus’ cause you’re in heat, sugar.”

Ah, that’s what it was - heat. You were in heat. Fuck. 

Your fingers leave neatly indented semi-circles on his flesh when Toji’s grasping your throat tightly, padded ends of his fingers pressurizing right onto the treasure trove of your scent glands. “If I fuck you now, you will be mine. You and…” Before one largely crowned kneecap of his sidles into the snug cove of your pussymound. Weighing down- “...her.”

It’s the only thing you could do to bat your lashes up at him in a way that makes Toji’s achy cockhead twitch. “I want you…wan’ you to touch me, Toji–”

And that’s all that he ever wanted. 

Roughened hands shove you meanly back onto the cushy bed, and Toji’s sliding his palms languidly down, down, down every curve and dip on your body. As if he was trying to worship you with them. 

“Oh? Only wan’ me to touch ya?” Toji’s humming, Adam’s apple bobbing with wads of salivation once his fingers slink down to curl at your bra strap and snap! “Not to take this off or-” You gasp, the sting almost making you forget those minute rips! echoing from where he was grasping your t-shirt. “-this? Guess I can do whatever I please then, right?”

Before you can say a word of shrill protest, those useless pieces of fabric are tattered off. Ending up not-so-nicely in a pile right beside your bed with Toji’s intact clothes. 

“H-hey!” You whine, “Those were ah- limited edition-”

“Ah, I’ll buy ya five more of those.” Toji rolls his eyes when your lips part open, “What? Thought I wasn’t filthy rich or somethin’- Oh, girl, you are about to be spoiled. But first, a kiss-” Innocent and sweet onto your lips, “-here. And…”

Toji huffs out a few cocky sniggers at his own little joke, because of course he does. Leaving you off with a gentle swat! to the perfect curve of your hip and your heartbeat throbbing at your drooling cunt. 

He’s shuffling onto his very knees at the bottom of the bed, tutting at how unfairly far you were from his greedy mouth - well, that had to be fixed. You almost get whiplash from how swiftly you’re being dragged to let your jittery legs be thrown right near his tightly coiled deltoids. “-here.”

Head bobbing in an urgent yes yes yes when Toji rids you of your flimsy skirt and slowly slides down your drenched panties. All bunched up and leaving a glimmering coating of slick down your skin.

Stuffing it into his pants pocket, “This is a lil’ reward f’me.”

“Filthy.”

“Oh, well helloooo there, pretty girl.” He’s drawling, eyes flashing with such darkness at the heavenly mess of a banquet all laid out in front of him. “You’re so in heat- so fuckin’ in heat. See? Who needs fuckin’ inducers when ya have me.”

Toji’s pupils were swallowing up his verdant orbs. Needy. And he’s unashamed in taking a long deep inhale of your saturated pheromones. His favorite perfume now. “Lookin’ real happy ta see me. Happy s’your hah- first heat, hm?”

You’re squirming, fingers tangling into his silken tresses in an attempt to try and shove his face closer. “Are- are you talking to-”

“Hush now, doll.” Toji leaves a wet pap! of his fingers thwacking against the treacly slit of your pussy, watery with your flooding slick and greedy. “Lemme talk to ‘er- lemme talk this cute cunt through her first heat. M’honored, y’know?”

And honored just doesn’t begin to cover it.

Toji was devoted.

It’s like your wafting clouds of heady scent made his mind dizzy, until the only thing he could do was to let his slutty tongue loll out and sliiide at the splatters of translucent sap soiling your inner thighs.

“Oh- fuck-” You’re squirming your hips in a wild buck upwards, only to have him pin you down with the heavy-handed weight of his forearm. “-feels so- so…”

“Yeah? Good? Ya always get this wet or s’that jus’ f’me?”

Truly, you could only jumble out a few nonsensical syllables. Because Toji didn’t want to waste a single ounce of your precious juices, slurring out a few open-mouthed kisses across every inch of skin you’d exposed to him. And the moment that rosy peak of his tongue touches upon your teary pussy- oh.

He thinks he might just be the one about to cry.

Because you didn’t just smell like his favorite candied lollipops - you tasted like it, too. And, fuck, he can’t help but go in for seconds. Thirds.  

Guffawing out breathily with disbelief, he’s drawling his tongue to mush open the gummy folds of your pussy. Swirling out a lazy flick of his sopping muscle to stretch out the tight ring of your wide agape-

“Just look at ‘er all hngh- overflowing.” You watch with bated breath when Toji’s prying your quivering entrance with a bullying few inches of a singular thick index - only one, but Toji was so incredibly towering with his size and strength that you find yourself keening. Coral pink lips puckering up to give your hooded clit a squelching kiss. “Heh…like a damn waterpark, aren’t ya?”

Filthy words only making you filthier. Making your omega inside blink up and yearn.

Your gushing wads of juices bawling from between your legs in torrent. And you yelp at the lecherous sounds that echo out - the waterlogged squelches and slurring that only makes Toji grin. Wild and sly. “Mhm, real talkative.”

Arching your back into the perfect slutty curvature off of the prespired sheets, “Tojiii- s-stop teasing n’ give me- ngh- more.”

More. 

And just then you feel him fuck his softened digits into you slow and thorough. Curling up to swipe down the mushy soft spots of your walls - Toji was burning up. But you were burning up even more, and shit.

Shit. shit shit shit-

You don’t know if it’s because of your heat, or if it’s because Toji is just that good with that rude mouth of his - but you’re cumming faster than the thought could even flash across your melty mind. “Wait- m’close ngh- Toji- I’m gonna-”

It’s like a tidal wave of bliss peaked up further and further with every slashing motion of Toji’s gyrating make out with your cunt. You’re so very extra sensitive right now and he makes use of it - bumping up that rounded angle of his nose to press your fleshy clit just right. 

It’s so intoxicating. So heady that he finds himself pushing back those sweat-dampened bangs of his to lower down loooong breath. And then finally another passionate French kiss onto your bulging pussy. 

“Fuck- I-” Pearlescent droplets of tears welling up at the scrunched corners of your eyes. “M’so- sensitive–”

God, his wolfish canines were sharp nipping teasingly into the fat pucker of your pussy lips. Parting your slick-gleaming mound to squeeze his tongue into your tight hole, the stretch is incredible. It’s staggering. And Toji can only sully your insides with a gentle brush of his lengthy tongue along your gooey insides before pulling back with a huff. 

And then again- to let out a throat groan when your elastic walls push with resistance. And again. And again and again-

“Now m’offended.” Toji’s letting out a surly swat! where you’re trickling down viscous fluids of sickly sweet slick that coat his mountainous knuckles, his wrist, the raised trailways of his veins. “Wanted more but tha’s all ya can take- tch.” 

Oh, by the time your white-hot tingles of pleasure were bating you should’ve known better than to think that Toji Fushiguro was done manhandling you with his superhuman strength to every whim and want of his. 

That he would give you even a second of a warning before hovering over your frame and flipping you into such a pliable position over him.

His back hitting the puff of the pillows, strands of hair making a dark halo underneath him. Toji looks so fucking handsome that you can feel your pussymound slobber a few streaky puddles of slick onto his heaving abs. 

Hands positioned on either side of his leering head, you mewl. “Give me a warning first, you animal-”

“Hell yeah.” He’s snarking up at you, but there’s not a single speck of heat behind his words other than towards you. Towards what he wanted to do to you. Planting a heavy smack! on your ass, “Tha’s right you’ve got me in a rut after years like a fuckin’- animal. Heh, so jus’ lemme throw my pretty omega ‘round a lil’, I can feel how wet that gets ya.”

“N-noo- it doesn’t-” But that was a fucking lie and both of you knew it, knew it from the syrupy pool of sap laminating his heated skin. 

“See? She’s on my side. Doesn’t talk back.” The curvaceous pads of his fingers twiddle and tease your plumpened clit, so dirtily that it only makes your dripping cunt drool even further. Leaving a gauzy cobweb of treacly slick with every swat! swat! swat! he gifts. “Has anyone ever had her seated on a mouth, sugar? Made you feel good that way?”

Your head shakes before the thought has even contorted itself into an understandable shape. “No- no one has- ngh- before.”

It’s a confession, it’s a line plucked right from Toji’s filthiest thoughts on those late, late nights.

And he couldn’t look happier when molding you to the exact shape and angle that he wants you in. Turning you right around to bare your sodden pussy from the back, your unbalanced thighs curling on either side of his ravenous head. 

Not even a single command, yet your head is swimming with honey at just how much you were like putty underneath his hands. 

Your head cranes over the plane of your shoulder to give him a pretty plea. “Toji?”

“Mhmmm, Toji’s right here, pretty girl.” He’s awestruck - stunned with the gumdropping droplets of sap plopping down onto his tongue and sliding right down his throat. Making him groan, “Filthy fuckin’ pussy, can feel ya ngh- dripping allll down my tongue.”

And he’s drunk. He’s babbling, he’s heaving and heaving to inch his intoxicated maw to connect with your saturatedly glossy pussy lips. “Lower her down so I can give her lil’ smooch.”

Your hands nimble down along the tufted black happy trail brushing from between his navel and going down, down, down. “L-like this?”

“Nah, more. Can’t believe all those pathetic boys never had ya hah- sitting on their faces. Spread those pretty legs n’ lemme show you-” You can’t even begin to think about merely hovering your entire deadweight above him, because Toji was ready. And he was hauling you to rest every single mass of your flesh onto him, “-how a real man fucks.”

Thickly viscous helpings of your generous slick flood his mouth the second that Toji’s lengthy tongue is burrowing between your folds and driving you mad. 

Sliding all the way up and down up and down up and down with a welcoming flit at your buttoned clit and then pumping you overwhelmingly full. Fucking you with the overheated scratch of his tastebuds exactly the way that he wanted to with his achy cock right now.

“Can still taste m’self on ya- haaah- good.”

Toji wasn’t holding back.

“O-oh my god, m’so sensitive.” Your moans come out mangled. Wanton. Spilling from between your parted lips right along with rivulets upon rivulets of waterfalling saliva every single time that Toji’s bumping the curvaceous search of his tongue into your earliest sweet spots. “Slow down, Toji–”

Your fists maze through the velveteen blankets and clench, hips jerking up-

“Nuh uh, doll, no runnin’ away from your Toji.” Sliding up one slick-glazed hand to snake the small of your back, he’s using his face to nudge your legs even further. Drowning your sobbing cunt with a fat wad of spittle, Toji’s licking down the stray speckles that gravitate back onto his own mouth. So dirty that it makes him delirious, nose crinkling, bottom lip bitten. “Yeahhh, crack ‘em open even wider. She’s eager.”

Eager you were.

Jostling your hips against his mouth until through your clouded mind you were wondering whether he would suffocate. But little did you know that this might just be Toji’s ideal death - buried right there between your pretty legs. 

You’re being bounced so hard that you can feel your legs aching with the strain, hollowing out shuddered breaths and whines of Toji, Toji—

“Say my name.” He’s huffing, easing in a thick few inches of his fat digits that fill up the snug geysering orifices. Each n’ every single volume of space that’s inside you, and those puckered pecks leave screeching squelches that have you halfway through sobbing. “Say my name- say my name heh, g-gonna have a looot of ngh- noise complaints after this.”

Even though he’s saying this, he doesn’t do anything to deter you. Why the hell would he?

Pumping you full of one finger, two, three until your gummy ring of muscle was being molded to the plump circumference of his lengths. Multi-tasking. 

All the way until he was slathering the patterned bumps of his knuckles with a sticky second skin of slick, Toji curls those rounded tips down the tenderized walls of your channel and drags. Feeling for that one special target of his-

“G’na make ya feel s-so good.” He’s whispering, breathing like it was the truest of true words. And shit- he hasn’t felt like this for ages now - years. Secondary gender growling from his inner depths with guttural need to give you more more more. “Gonna find- ah- found it.”

And Toji knows he found it with the way you squeal. Wafting scent intensifying, lashes fluttering with a clinging swash of tears once he jerks a good push into that bulging bullseye that makes you see stars.

“Right there- Toji– right there-”

“S’fucking loud.” He’s rolling his eyes for what seems like the nth time today, but it was impossible not to when you were just so cute being teased like this. Bubbling out a few sloshes of slick and spit when your fingers dip right underneath his trousers and push. “O-oh? Trynna keep yer mouth full, huh? Let’s see ya try then.”

Your low lip juts out into a pathetic sort of pout that Toji finds adorable, that only makes his clothed cock pool out a darkening patch of precum onto his boxers. 

“Wan’ taste you- make you feel good.” Your words are warbly and broken, tone hitching upwards with every tiny slip of his sticky underwear downwards. It’s like you were teasing him - teasing yourself. And your inner omega was oh-so-very impatient. “Wanna make you feel…oh.”

“Heh, cat really got yer tongue now, huh?”

And you couldn’t even retort, you couldn’t even snap back as you usually might have because you were stunned. 

Maw falling slack at the generous girth that was throbbing fatly between your fingers, honestly from this lecherous angle it seemed like a struggle to even close your fist around him. Because Toji was…big - and even saying that was an understatement. 

Just about nine throbbing inches with hefty breeder balls that your bleary gaze could make out, flushed a candied pink on the rounded curve of his mushroom tip. Graduating down, down, down into a pale baby rose - you didn’t know whether it was the heat talking but right now he just looked like your favorite sort of lolly.

“L-look so pretty, Toji.” You babble away, words getting breathier and breathier as sloppy as his kisses get. Your puckered lips are almost stinging with just how thorough he was. “Wanna taste…”

Oh, and you didn’t realize that one perk of having your secondary gender presented was realizing the shift in his pheromones. 

You didn’t know how you knew but there was a tinge of utter adoration in Toji’s jasmine-infused scent as you plop down a wet mass of slippery saliva right onto his strawberry divot. Lathering the split, plummy globe before planting your mouth down and kissing.

Your mushy tastebuds looping little motions over the creamy butter-topped cap of his splurging cock, he tastes so heady. Rich pre melting on your tongue and it was so musky, so…him. 

“Oh, girl-” he’s breathing out through a rasping sigh. Darkened brows marrying together at just how warm your mouth was sheathing around his painfully hard shaft, “That’s it- thaaaat’s it. Suck on my cock like a good girl, mama—”

“Ngh-” Your jaw aches, throat jumping at the squeezing sensation of his lustrously crowned tip tunneling right down. Craning your head so that he could count every bounce, “S-sho bwigh.”

You were so heavenly, alternating to leave shy little snogs over and under his sensitive slit - and Toji was one competitive man. It was in his nature, of course. 

Tumbling your hips to rest even greater onto his mouth, he didn’t need to breathe. Didn’t even want to even dream of it when he had the circles of his fingerpads latched on your jiggling ass so hard it was sure to leave battered bruises for the next week and weeks and weeks.

“Damn, she’s good, huh?” Toji’s whispering at the sopping wet purse of your lips, “But I can’t have myself  c-cum before- fuuuck- my girl.” 

Your eyes were sprinting all the way to the back of your heavy lids with ever swaying lash of his mean mouth. And it didn’t matter just how vulgarly you were sliding your starved tongue down the heated ridges and veins of his swollen cock - Toji was doing ten times worse. 

Every deepening inch you swallowed up into your cavernous mouth only made him plug you fuller. Every stray swipe of the thick, ivory beads of his pre made Toji douse out lumping masses of saliva lewdly. And every twitch that made you sure Toji was right on course to tumbling over the edge was urging him to push you headfirst into your orgasm with a final teasing pinch at your clit. 

And your mouth opens with an accusing gasp - did he just…pinch your clit? But all thoughts of his audacity and the fact that Toji was chuckling out right after washed away as soon as your high was flooding you.

Moans being muffled around his generously fat shaft, the only thing that you get is just a single wispy wire of condensed cum being lacquered onto your tongue. Just one. Right before Toji’s free hand splays out onto your scalp and pulls you free with a wet pwah!

“Tha’s it-” You hear him mutter in the blinding cloud of your orgasm, it felt so blissful that some darkly primal part of you said that you were never letting him go after this. He was yours. Your mate. “-louder. Louder– good fuckin’ girl cummin’ all over my mouth.”

Toji didn’t know how the hell was multitasking with your pussy kindly spraying him with a sheeny covering of all your remnant juices. But for you? Anything.

Anything anything anything and he was whispering the very same mantra into the quavering, slick-flooded entrance of yours. Letting your hips drag sloppy grinds to ride out every edge of your peak - to use him in a way that no other alpha might just.

Toji’s strokes up into your tightly-clasped fist were deep, and he doesn’t stop even when your eyesight stops tinging with black. Not even when your back arches with oversensitivity, waterfalls of tears producing from your ducts. Sobbing, “I-I’m- ngh- Toooji- I can’t anymore-”

“Sure, ya can–” Looking you right into your thoroughly half-lidded eyes as he nods along with the slurring symphony that he was orchestrating from between your overworked legs. “-she says ya- ngh- can.”

Toji wanted to taste you again. Needed it.

“But-” And, yet, he finds his ear perking up at the wobbly sound of your voice, blushing bludgeoning tip creaming out another thick mess of white. “-but I wan’ my next- ah- next orgasm around your cock, Toji–” 

And, well, how could he say no to that?

Toji thinks he could never say no to anything you ask ever again with the way you were positioned precariously on top of him and still begging. 

He’s saying goodbye to your pretty pussy with a slow peck as a lover would. Breathing in heavily - oh, how he loved the smell of you. “M’gonna see ya later, m’kay? Don’t miss me too much.” 

And another gifted spank! to your tenderized ass makes you jerk a few inches off of his sugary mouth. Sweet, sweet praises being pecked up the bending arch of your spine when he sits you down all cutely on his lap.

You’re heaving out a huff, scent glands throbbing with a spike of something slightly salty. Jealousy. “M’startin’ ta think you’re playing ngh- favorites.”

“Well, duh.” He’s fluttering his long, bestowed lashes with an eyeroll, barely even flinching before cupping your slobbering pussy with one large palm. Teasing, “I’ve got yeeears ta make up for.”

Years of desperation and need pouring and pouring out when Toji folds you easily onto all fours.

And that’s when you’re getting a thorough striking of exactly three times that Toji’s sappy crownhead jolts upwards with a few gummy kisses hello up and down the crying middle of your pussy lips. Smooching. Gently. Before he’s snuggling right beside your hole-

With you bent over and arched right how he wanted you - oh, he was so enjoying the view. Saturated bursts of cloudy pheromones hitting your feverish body and only making the fountains of translucent slick increase tenfold. 

Shit, you were so wet that Toji has to force himself to let one greedy hand go from its favorite job trapping you underneath him. 

Guiding a few dexterous digits to wrap around the bulkily bloated cylinder of his base, he takes his time slipping and sliding.

“Might wanna hold yer breath, mama, h-heh…” You’re squirming your hips deeper into those pronounced hip bones of his despite the fact that simply breathing won’t help you take on his monstrous size. But you wanted to. You needed to. “Gotta c-count- ngh- eeeevery inch like a good girl now, m’kay?”

And that’s exactly what he made you do. 

“Oh!” Saltily flavored globules of your tears had your lips wetted, blubbering unconsciously when Toji anchors the hills of his palm onto the ends of your spine and pushes. “Shit- Toooji, why the hell are you s-so big-”

“Now that doesn’t sound like a ngh- ‘one’ ta me…”  But of course, who was Toji if it wasn’t for a little bit of teasing. Just enough to get your lips pouting cutely and your gluey walls clinging around him as if afraid he would pull away. Adorable. “Now now, c’mon- don’t tell me the biiig stretch has made ya forget how to ah- count, mama.”

So easy to rile up, to get you shaking your head so fervently that you swear you could feel your melty mind tumbling about like a bobble head. “N-no. I can count.”

“Then, say it w’me-” And oh, you knew that tone. That feral tone of his that would never ever bode well for you or your needily dripping pussy. Toji’s inching his hips back mere sinful inches, drawling out all the while. “-oooone.”

He doesn’t even ease you in.

Hitting your spraying cunt with the full force of his mushroom-topped head pushing past the adhesive-like resistance of your flooding entrance. Pushing and pushing and pushing- “One.”

Toji’s hands are clammy - depraved - when they pry your bouncing ass ever-so-slightly to really take in the sight of your gobbling pussy. Because he had no shame. He had no fucking shyness letting out a proud puff of pheromones that make your boneless knees weak.

“There there.” He’s patting that curve of your hip he loved so much - birthing hips, the thought strikes him. Shocked at just how much deeper that drowns him into his heady rut. “My good omega. Now…two.”

“T-two-” You’re sobbing out.

“Hmmm, nah- no stutterin’.”

Oh?

And, honestly, Toji half-expected your omega in heat to snarl at him a little, to let your hugging channel scoop up a hefty few dollops of milky pre right before he’s reeling the familiar pathway forwards again.

But, oh shit, he didn’t expect for you to bare your teeth like a fucking threat. For one hand of yours to dart behind with surprising accuracy and curl around his shaggy haircut, dragging Toji to pump you full. And it wasn’t just one inch. Not two. Not even three - you were damn near yearningly jackhammered with about halfway down his fuming red shaft before he finally got his cottony brain together. “Two.” 

“Damn, greedy girl–” Toji praises, though it comes out as more of a rasping growl that sends voltaged shivers down your spine. “Comin’ back for more, already? Knew my dick was hah- heat- alright then-” And the bed rings out with a few symphonied creaks when he shuffles his muscular thighs wider. Steadier. “-but ya better still fuckin’ count.”

Four. five. Six.

More and more - seven and eight. 

Up until Toji’s puffy head smudges a wet wipe at the canvas of your cervix. You were so soft there that he obviously has to greet the melty depths of your pussy with a good spurting of ribbony pre, swabbing around those drenched springs with a lazy circle of his hips.

“Eight.” Your jaw spills a surging slew of profanities at the feeling of him spearheading you so open, face pushing into the soft mattress when you perk your hips up and push. Only to gasp at there being- more? “Wait- I want-”

“Down, girl.” Toji’s sweat-shimmered biceps flex when he shoves your too-eager body back. “Gotta get you to at least cum on m’cock again before I give ya my- fuuuuck- knot.” 

And Toji fucks you like he’d going to make you remember.

He knows he’s going to make you remember - it’s why he has that big, dopey smirk smearing wider and wider across his face with every fat thud! into the rubbery bounds of your pussy. You’re taking him like you’re made for it, and that only makes his heart stutter even louder than your protesting wooden bedframe.

“Doll, m’gonna ahh- break this damn bed.” He’s uttering out, never ever sounding prouder of himself than right now. “And you.”

“Cocky.”

“Whatever, girl- talk t’me when ya haven’t gotten- hah-” Managing out through blissful hiccups of his breath, “-heart-eyes after bein’ hngh- fucked dumb by me, ‘kay?”

You’re not sure if you’ve heard that correctly - but luckily for you, Toji Fushiguro is allll about keeping his girl in the loop.

All about prancing his rough hands to entrap your wrists and pull you with barely even a wisp of his true strength. Beaded dewdrops of sweat perspiring up and down the heavily toned muscles of his back like their very own personal rollercoaster.

With you right along for the ride with the way that his rightly angled rotund tip romantically scours and scours for your magical g-spot. Jerking you up in midair to snap his slender hips with a particularly vicious pap!

The sensation of skin-on-skin makes your head dizzy, and your core overpour with another sudden downpour of treacling juices. But what was even blasphemously worse was the way that precious geyser embedded into the treasure trove of your walls were pummelled. 

Over and over.

“There- right there–” you’re sounding out as if you were a broken record. Every resonating moan of yours accompanied hand-in-hand with the loudest splish-splosh of sputtering juices. Secondary gender working overtime now to make Toji cum. To make him give you his knot- “-wan’ you to c-cum right there.”

“Where?” Toji’s deepening his angle to bump a heavy-handed slam pounded into your cervix. “Here?” At your vehement shakes - honestly, he wondered if you even knew he was taunting you at this point. “Then…” Only to give your peaked clit a mushy squeeze, “-here?”

You’re almost crying at this point, bursts of heat fluctuating between your goopy depths and your swollen scent glands. Full and ready. And it’s a sight so pretty that Toji can feel his stomach twisting already. “N-noooo.”

He almost loses it once your shakier, smaller hands take the lead to guide one of his own all across your thighs where he loved. Your cunt, where he loved just a bit more. And to about halfway along your pretty tummy to press- “Wan’ you to f-fill me up riiight here.”

And Toji only growls, “Riiight there, huh?”

Pinpointing his puffed-up divot to smudgeon repeated heavy collisions into the latched wall of your womb. Once. Twice. Before thrashing your permeated walls with hosing flushes of his cum. Of such thick ribbony wads - and it’s so fucking dense that you feel your hips weigh down.

Or perhaps that was because of your own orgasm the- third of the night?

Just about all you can manage out, syllables falling from your lips slower than you’re being hammered through the faintish spurts of your high. “C-umming–”

Before you know it, you have one of his muscular forearms around your throat in headlock, bulging Toji’s rounded biceps hard and possessively at the bumpy area of your glands.

“Cummin’ again?” Toji snarls against your ear, nails clawing at your hip to keep them under his control. “Yeah- yeahhh tha’s right. Milk your dear Toji, t-take this fucking cock. Take my…”

And Toji was about to overstuff your awaiting hole with the fat circular ring that’d swollen around his base, to finally give you his knot the way he’d been dreaming of ever since you waved at him on the day he moved into this fucking building. 

But just one sneaking glance at the ivory lipstain your puffy pussy was wearing, the way the ends of your sopping slit drown with a swamping drip drip drip of his lustrous cum makes Toji go a little…crazy. 

Makes the bulgingly tender crook of your neck look so, so tempting. 

His glassed-over eyes lock downwards, breath hitching at the way he slowly sinks back out and in has your pussymound mewling out such a cute glomp! His second-favorite girl - after you, of course - was speaking back to him. Lathers of splashing cum painting his bulky heft with a ring of frosted seed. 

Oh.

Toji would never get tired of this. How the fuck hadn’t he had a rut in years again?

And he says only one word, “More.”

“M-more?” Your fingers experimentally nudge at the tautly coiled pressure at your stomach and find yourself slobbering - from both drizzling lips. Even with the dredges of pouring cum, you were still so full you felt that you could burst. “Can it even fit?”

Right now he thinks the hazy fog covering his brain would never stop - and he doesn’t want it to. Waves of pheromones wafting off of him in such high concentrations that you find your mouth flooding with saliva all over again.

Cobwebs of it overspilling down onto the veined muscles of his forearm - only increasing in saturation when he tilts your head up in the perfect 90 degree curvature to face his boring gaze. And his mean mouth.

Spitting right onto the tainted bullseye of your tongue, streamy rivers flowing back into your mouth when he firmly nudges it shut. “If yer droolin’ n’ can still t-take ngh– that,” Branding the thorough push of his circled circumference into your cervix like he was branding the swollen indentation there permanently. “-then ya can take allll of haaah- this, okay, mama?”

Shit, was Toji glad that both your concoctions of pheromones kept him still hard. And he’d heard of ruts that lasted a week - two, uncommonly. The longest ever recorded was twenty days and by god was he going to gain the title of world champion.

Even if it meant he had to lift you cleanly off of the now-broken bed, the exact same one that you were only now noticing. Just barely so. 

You’re gasping, fingers digging into Toji’s smooth skin when two arms wrap around your middle and jostle you over a few coiling bedsprings that’d started to stick out from one sagging end of the mattress. Being pushed to bend over in such a complaint position at the end of your cool mahogany desk. 

You’re dipped deep, but his battering rams were impossibly deeper.

And the zig-zagging probe of his veins were massaging you just right, thrusts determined and practiced now that Toji had every scouring inch of your pretty pussy drilled into his mind.

“Th-three’s the ah-” Toji’s chest rumbles with a sensitized shiver once he hikes up a strong leg, caging you with him and his ruthless cock and him. Letting you gape at the documents rustling and flying about, “-charm. Or was it four? Ngh- f-five? Six?”

Just how long did he intend to mess up your insides? 

Though, you really, really aren’t complaining at the way that every merciless dab of Toji’s sharp hips into your fleshy mounds fuck you stupid. Entire body burning up - all the way from his lolling, sweat-stucken head in the crook of your neck, to the splurging torrents of streamy sap coating you.

And then there was that stinging plap! of his tightened knot behind you-

“C-can I have your knot now, Toji—?” 

Shit, his hips stutter their sloppy staccato, did you even know what you were asking for?

You never knew that heats came with such a side of begging, but right now you couldn’t really bring yourself to care. Or to complain. Because Toji liked it, earning your pillowy walls with extra thorough hits. 

“Impatient girl.” He’s raising a hand to give two messy spanks on your bulging pussymound, deep snickers hitting your ear in condensed pants at the way it only makes you filthier. “Real diiiirty, too. mmm, wonder if she’d ngh- m-make an even bigger ngh- mess if I…”

And at this point, you were hanging onto every word falling from his kiss-bitten lips. A side-effect of just how good he was fucking you into the digging edges of your clattering desk right now. “What- ngh- what? P-please-”

“Ohhh, know yer m-manners, huh?” Full body wracking at the oodles of slicked sheens frothing down the plump curve of his globed balls and making them clench. Dangerously so. “S-since ya asked so fuckin’ nicely, I’ll let you ngh- know, sugar.” 

Nothing could have prepared you for the way that Toji moistens his parched mouth with a few sultry licks of his lips as if preparing to share his deepest, darkest secret.

Nothing could have prepared you for the notched up burst of his jasmine perfume that makes your legs resemble weak jelly, and Toji’s support yours until they were hovering almost midair. 

Because he was craning his head down to nip at your scent glands, with a sudden snicker. Crazed. A few octaves higher. Like he doesn’t even realize it’s tumbling out before sighing, “-wonder if she’d make an even bigger mess once I get ya…pregnant, mama.”

And oh you think you’re cumming - hot spurts of bliss tackling you by surprise. Fuck, and if you thought that the last orgasm had taken a lot out of your Toji then you’re sluttily glad to find out that that was not the case.

The complete opposite, in fact.

You’re sure that Toji cums even more this time, sunken divot into the elastic material of your walls welling up with the creamy helpings of his bloated cock. So much seed spilling out of him that you wondered whether this was the rut or just him.

Just his urge to fuck you full until you were pathetically overspiling, until had had you in a hold so tight that you think you could almost feel Toji’s delicious crownhead fuck his cum into you until it reached your lungs. 

For what feels like rounds upon rounds until your saliva had amassed in a forevermore pool underneath you. You didn’t know what time it was. How long it had been- 

Only feeling the firm glissade of Toji’s washboard abs against your back. The way his thighs shivered and jerked at every one of your gripping clenches. And despite being so fucked, you were already drooling at the heavenly cushy push and pull of his Adonis-like pecs heaving in throaty gasps. 

So unfairly sexy that it made your primal instincts preen. Mate.

And, apparently, Toji was thinking much the same. 

“F-fuuuck-” He’s letting his mouth nuzzle the side of your throat with all the tenderness that he wasn’t bestowing upon your sappy cunt. “Think about i-it- you all ngh- round and glowing n’- rooound–“ Rambling and rambling at the wet splashes inside you of his stuffing, “You’d make the prettiest momma.”

As if to prove his point, a gentle hand greets the inflationary outline that was slowly forming its way at your tummy. Made by yours truly - Toji. 

“I…” And he looks at you like you’ve hung the stars. And his sanity right along with it somewhere up there. “-want that. Oh, I- hngh! want that-”

Words barely out of your mouth before Toji’s hand slams down - he had to keep himself together. He needed to. But that grating desk clearly wasn’t the place, because you flinch when one straining leg snaps!

And Toji’s alpha instincts are flaring up in an instant, wrestling you to the ground right - pulling out for only a nanosecond to flip you onto your prespired back, pretty legs strewn sloppily over his shoulder, even prettier face gazing up at him - beside the wreckage. One that you’d only find it in yourself to worry about much, much later. 

Definitely not when he’s patting the curve of your pussy with a softened thwack! Murmuring, “Then..g-gonna hafta- hngh- take it.”

And if you didn’t know any better, then you’d have sworn that the smug Toji Fushiguro’s voice cracked as soon as he was settling for drawing a languid heart pattern around the velvety perimeter of your entrance. Before thumbing his way inside-

“Hck!” Your lip wobbles with oversensitivity, nails clawing red, red lines of raw need across the faintly bubblegum pink flush of his body. “S-Soooo much–”

And, yet, you couldn’t get enough. 

You watch with a bitten lip with a fat goblet of sweat drips from Toji’s angular jaw and slithers between his pecs to disappear down below. More - you wanted to fucking ruin him.

The desperation of your heat plummeting in heady wavelengths all around you and making the room smell like a candy heaven.

One that you were very much lost in with the unforgiving stretch of Toji pawing his way to working your sprinkling cunt doubly open. Fingers pumping in quick, methodical half-fucks in the same way that his persistant hips were doing.

Every single recoil against your fleshy cervix causes you both to keen at the wet slosh of his mounds of seed piling up inside you from all the endless rounds before. 

Again. And again. And again and again until it feels like countless hours upon hours. 

“Ohhhh- w-ait-” Toji stammers out, attractively sharp jaw falling and wrenching shut a few repeated times. And then his hips slow down. “Think s’gonna- ngh- ohhhh yeah, gotta take this kn-knot okay? Like my goood girl, okay?”

You’re filled with countless inches of a staggering girth that you didn’t even know was possible. Because while alphas were big…Toji was extra big. 

Extra rounded in his sizable knot, rested upon thickly globular balls that still held such voluminous amounts of cum. Pounding open your eager cunt further and- further-

“I-is it in?” You’re shrilling out, syllables slurring and stumbling together with the incredible stretch being made evident from down below. Fuck, your nails create more painted patterns. You didn’t even want to look - you couldn’t afford to cum again just from the sight. 

“J-just ngh- one more inch. Scratch me, ruin me- anythin’. But m’gonna make it f-fit.”

And Toji only hooks in another one of his thumbs, this time swiping the fat pad of a few stray fingers down your buxom clit. “Count w’me, doll-” For his sanity more than anything. Neck straining with a few popping vessels of blood that swell, face reddening with such a maidenly fucking blush as he looks downwards. “-ooone more-”

“-inch.” You finish off, not expecting that exact moment to be when Toji snaps. His patience. You, full of that achingly hot knot that’d been just begging for you to take him the very moment you waltzed up to him with that sweetened saccharine scent. 

His favorite now.

Gulping in cavernous quotas of it the moment Toji’s inflated knot pops and he sinks his sharpened canines into your scent glands with a whimper-

Hard enough to taste your honey-glazed pheromones, to draw blood. To be permanent - just as he’d needed it. 

Hard enough to make him cum all over again at the feeling of your own teeth making their pretty mark on him. Shit, he didn’t even know if it was fucking possible for his overworked cock anymore. But he sure wasn’t fucking complaining at the delicate splat splat splat of milky cum hitting the back of your pussy. 

Already filled to the brim and spilling with every loving grind that Toji was boring down upon you. The only thing that he could manage when you two were connected so…tightly this way.

“Cute.” Toji manages to run his fingers over the proprietorial set of indentations set in his flesh, eyes still laminated dewily with an euphoric sort of stunned awe. “F-fated mates really have some good ngh- bed chem, huh?”

Fated mates. You could only smile and scent that overwhelmingly addictive jasmine scent of his. Taking in a long, deep breath as he held you. Tight. 

Yeah, jasmine. 

But jasmine was Toji Fushiguro’s.

And you’d be damned if Toji Fushiguro ever let you off that easily.

The smile you’re given is feral, predatory teeth glimmering in the dim lighting and making the neat circle of marks at your neck throb. And something about that told you this was far, far from over. 

You could only hope that your floor didn’t suffer the same fate as your bed, and your desk…and your fluttering cunt.  

After all, you both did have years to make up for. 

“Now the only haaah- way to really test our bed chem is to see whether we can make Megs a big brother.”

A/N. Thinking about making an omegaverse installment for every JJK man- what do you think babygirls?

Plagiarism not authorized. 

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Vos désirs sont des ordres, ma très chère @lyragates~

Fluff et Crack, Omegaverse, Narilamb

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For all the english speakers, don't worry, I'll translate it eventually ;)

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Narinder se retourna, plus vite que les quatre fois précédentes. Et cette fois, il vit clairement Nonno et Breon sursauter derrière l’arbre qu’ils faisaient semblant d’abattre depuis un quart d’heure. En plus de ça, il y avait le Lapin et le Cochon qui étaient arrivés trois jours plus tôt, et dont Narinder n’avait pas fait l’effort de retenir les noms, qui le fixaient de loin en discutant sans même essayer d’être discrets.

Il les sentait le suivre depuis ce matin et si ça continuait, il allait bientôt devoir traîner quatre cadavres jusqu’à la crypte la plus proche.

« Ecoutez-moi bien car je ne le répèterai pas, » prononça-t-il en se retournant vers le chou-fleur qu’il était en train de récolter. « Soit vous venez m’affronter dignement, soit vous déguerpissez, mais si vous êtes encore en train de m’épier quand je me relève, je vous le ferai regretter si fort que vous prierez pour que l’Agneau ne ramène pas vos misérables carcasses à la vie. »

Seuls trois des adeptes eurent l’intelligence de fuir, et Narinder préféra se dire que le dernier ne l’avait pas bien entendu, plutôt que de concevoir qu’il n’était plus aussi terrifiant qu’avant. Il se redressa pour feuler sur la commère.

« Bon, tu dois être sourd, alors je vais te laisser lire sur mes lèvres. Fout le camp d’i… »

« Est-ce que l’Agneau est un alpha ? »

Narinder faillit s’étouffer avec sa salive, au point qu’il en oublia de trucider le Lapin qui venait de poser la question.

« Oh, on parle de moi ? » s’éleva une voix claire qui donna envie à Narinder d’aller lui-même s’enterrer à la crypte.

« Bonjour, Guide ! » couina le Lapin.

« Bonjour, Greson. Narinder. »

Narinder refusa de répondre, même quand l’Agneau arriva à sa hauteur avec un sourire goguenard et pressa un baiser contre sa joue tout en lui grattant l’arrière de la tête et non, il ne ronronna pas, même pas pendant une toute petite seconde, parce qu’un dieu de la mort ça ne ronronne pas, merde. Et il ne ressentit aucune satisfaction à voir l’envie dans les yeux de Greson pendant que l’Agneau le chouchoutait. Aucune.

« Pour répondre à ta question, Greson, je suis un oméga, » dit tranquillement l’Agneau sans arrêter ses papouilles.

« Oh… Ça ne se voit pas du tout. »

« Je sais, mon odeur est méconnaissable depuis mon apothéose. »

« Oui, euh, et moi, je suis un bêta. C’est plus difficile à sentir, du coup… Et toi, Narinder ? » ajouta Greson, qui postulait visiblement pour être le prochain sacrifice.

« J’étais un dieu, pauvre mortel. Ce genre de chose a toujours été bien en-dessous de… »

« C’est un alpha. »

Narinder se jura que s’il n’était pas en train de gratter juste au bon endroit entre ses oreilles, l’Agneau serait déjà en train d’avaler sa cloche, couronne ou pas.

« Oh, mais… Et la… Euh… »

L’Agneau pouvait être terrifiant lorsqu’il souriait, mais à ce moment là il était l’image même de la joie innocente.

« Tu parles de ça ? »

Narinder sentit ses doigts glisser sur la morsure encore rouge qui lui décorait la base du cou, et cette fois il feula.

« Connard ! »

L’Agneau se contenta de glousser.

« Moi aussi, je t’aime, mon petit alpha-chou ! »

[yutopia-eleftheria]

Saint Seiya Oméga OC : Tokisaki

Japanese Name : Hororogiumu no Tokisaki

Side : Athena

Groups : Saints ; Athena’s Army (Oméga) ; Saints (Oméga) ; Silver Saints (Oméga)

Protection : Cloth

Totem : Horologium

Element(s) : Water, Air

Gender : Female

Birthday : January 26th

Zodiac Sign : Aquarius

Full name :

Name Origin : Japan

Name meaning : From Japanese “Toki” meaning “Time”

                             From Japanese “Saki” meaning “Rare Blossoming” or “Rice Wine Saké”

Nickname(s) : Toki, Saki (mostly by his family)

Age : 20 Years Old

Species : Human

Place of Birth :

Sexuality :

Nationality : Japanese and Greek

Residence : Athens, Greece

                     Kyoto, Japan (and as a child)

MBTI : 

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     Appearance :

Eyes : Light Green (right eye)

           Dark Purplish Pink (with a clock replacing the pupil)

Hair : Pale Green (with Olive Green hair that comes from her older brother)

Skin : Slightly Tanned

Height : 5′10″ (178 cm)

Weight : 157 lbs (71kg)

Special Traits : A purplish clock replacing her left pupil.

                        Additional Olive Green Hair that comes from her older brother, so

he can always be by her side no matter what.

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     Family and Relatives :

Parents : Bellanca {Mother}

               Unnamed Father (deceased)

Siblings : Tokisada {Older Brother}

Significant Other : Fudô

Best Friend(s) : Paradox (her brother’s significant other), Integra, Schiller

Gets Along Well With : Kiki, Mycenae, Genbu, Sonia, Seiya, Ionia, Amor, Rhéa (her brother’s other significant other)

Doesn’t Get Along Well With : Medea (despise her)

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- She is Tokisada’s little sister, who inherited his Silver Cloth.

- She is 20 years of age and she absolutely admire her brother. She is also said to be a very calm and serious individual.

- Just like her brother, she was born and grow up in Japan, which is their father’s birth place as well. However, their mother Bellanca is of Greek origin.

- When she became an adult, she followed her brother’s steps and will live in Greece, their mother’s country.

- Exactly like her brother, her name reminds of her powers, which is control over time. We don’t know the extent of her powers, but it’s probably not as high as her brother.

-She will inherit the Horologium Cloth right after her brother Tokisada was promoted as the new Aquarius Gold Saint. In fact, he designated Tokisaki as his successor for the Cloth as soon as he got it. That speaks facts.

- As soon as she knew what has happened with her brother ever since he got the Aquarius Gold Cloth, she knew that it wasn’t normal : it wasn’t like him to go this harsh and without thinking much. Yes he wanted to be stronger, but not this way : it was to protect his family.

- She will eventually meet Genbu, the Libra Gold Saint, who faced Tokisada. He then told her that there was a curse on the Cloth. Thanks to that info, she immediately knew it was the curse that caused this complete change in her brother’s behaviour.

However, Genbu will retorqued that he lifted the curse after he defeated him.

- She will also meet Amor, who will tell her about his older sister Medea, who is a literal witch, and he wouldn’t be surprised that the curse she put in the Cloth could have literally entered his body, to a point where it could have turn into a mental illness.

- Upon meeting Hyôga, she will learn the whereabouts of her brother and how he insulted the Aquarius Gold Saint. For her this was the last straw that pulls the camels back : she knew he would never dare to say such things, as he truly respects the Gold Saints. Thankfully, she will later find him imprisoned in the Freezing Coffin. With the help of Ionia, who was Tokisada’s mentor, they will ultimately free him from the coffin.

- She will always stays by her brother’s side after his “descend into madness”. She took care of him when he was down ; since he was stuck in this ice prison for God knows how long, he was in a coma state. She even helped him through his reeducation as it took him quite some time to walk again.

- The doctors said it was unlikely for Tokisada to fully heal from his mental disease, but deep down she believes in her brother and she is very loving towards him and her family. She knows that he will fight it and will try his best.

- Thanks to her efforts, the Gold Saints were able to see the good in him and Athena gave him back the Aquarius Gold Cloth. He will get along with pretty much everyone, except Harbinger maybe, who loves to tease him everytime.

- Thanks to that, the Gold Saints also highly respects her and they even considers her as their pars, despite still being a Gold Saint. Tokisada also stated that he couldn’t be more proud of his little sister.

- She will even grow found of the Virgo Gold Saint, Fudô, and they will have 4 children in the future : a son and 3 daughters to be precise.

- With their old and new family, they will live half time in Athens, and half time in Kyoto, Japan.

[christophe76460]

DÉVOTION QUOTIDIENNE D'MFM. LA VIE AU SOMMET DE LA MONTAGNE.

Mercredi 30 août 2023

THÈME : LE FACTEUR DIEU (𝐈)

BIBLE EN UN AN : Isaïe 3, Isaïe 4, Matthieu 13, Matthieu 14

ÉCRITURE DE FEU : Psaume 127

VERSET DE MÉMOIRE :

Jean 15:5b - "car sans moi vous ne pouvez rien faire."

CITATIONS INSPIRANTES :

La vie sans Christ sera pleine de crises et d'échecs.

LOUANGE ET ADORATION :

Prenez des chants de louange et d’adoration dirigés par le Saint-Esprit.

PAROLE PROPHÉTIQUE DU JOUR :

Alors que vous faites de Jéhovah votre tout en tous, aujourd'hui votre ciel s'ouvrira, au nom de Jésus.

LE MESSAGE :

Le Dieu de la Bible est le créateur du ciel et de la terre, ainsi que de toutes les choses, vivantes et non vivantes, qui s'y trouvent. Il est le désir de tous les âges et le gouverneur des nations. Il change les temps et les saisons et gouverne les affaires des hommes.

C’est le comble de la folie de la part de certaines personnes de nier Son existence ou de refuser de se soumettre à Sa souveraineté. Il connaît le nombre des grains de sable au bord de la mer. Il énumère les étoiles et appelle chacune d'elles par son nom. Il n’est donc pas surprenant que ceux qui l’écartent de leur planification et de leur quêtes, rencontrent toujours un échec catastrophique. Comme le dit le verset à mémoriser d'aujourd'hui, si le Seigneur ne bâtit pas la maison, ceux qui bâtissent travailleront en vain. S’Il ne protège pas une ville, les agents de sécurité ne font que se leurrer. La sécurité appartient au Seigneur. De nombreux généraux cinq étoiles ont ignoré le facteur Dieu et se sont fortement appuyés sur les compétences, l’expérience et l’armement de leurs armées. De tels généraux ont connu une défaite choquante, car nul ne peut vaincre par la force.

Ne pas compter sur Dieu est un produit de l’orgueil. Cela donne lieu à un excès de confiance en soi et conduit à une chute tragique. Aujourd’hui, les mariages s’effondrent et les foyers se brisent à un rythme très alarmant parce qu’ils ne sont pas construits sur Dieu et gérés par sa parole. Une fois que le facteur Dieu manque, une entreprise est vouée à l’échec et les organisations qui prospéraient autrefois dépériront et mourront. Dieu est la source de la vie et du succès.

Bien-aimé, quel que soit le projet dans lequel vous vous lancez, faites de Dieu votre Alpha et votre Oméga. Faites de Lui votre fondement et votre pilier. Faites-lui confiance de tout votre cœur. Ne vous appuyez pas sur votre compréhension. Dans toutes vos voies, reconnaissez Dieu et Il vous dirigera sur votre chemin vers le succès et l’épanouissement.

Voulez-vous un conjoint pieux qui apportera un arc-en-ciel à votre nuage et une grande joie dans votre vie ? Dites à Dieu de vous guider et de vous aider dans votre recherche. Désirez-vous les fruits des entrailles ? Restez en Dieu et en sa parole. Remettez-lui ce souci et il vous donnera de grands témoignages. Vos finances sont en mauvais état ? Dites à Dieu de venir vous aider. S’Il peut fournir de l’argent de la bouche d’un poisson et nourrir cinq mille personnes avec cinq miches de pain et deux morceaux de poisson, Il pourra faire des merveilles dans votre vie financière.

Bien-aimés, vous devez apprendre à faire confiance au Seigneur en toutes choses et à tout moment. Il est fidèle et ceux qui lui font confiance ne seront jamais honteux.

POINTS DE PRIÈRE :

MATIN

1. Père, pardonne-moi de ne t'avoir pas impliqué dans mes décisions et mes actions, au nom de Jésus.

2. Père, pardonne-moi de faire confiance à l'homme et aux princes, au nom de Jésus.

3. À partir d'aujourd'hui, je déclare que le Dieu de la Bible est mon tout en tout, au nom de Jésus.

SOIR

4. Je déclare que Jéhovah est le bâtisseur de toutes choses dans ma vie, au nom de Jésus.

5. Je déclare la Seigneurie de Jésus-Christ dans tous les domaines de ma vie, au nom de Jésus.

6. Je déclare que Dieu est mon protecteur et Celui qui me préserve, au nom de Jésus.

7. O Dieu, tu es mon Alpha et mon Oméga, manifeste toi dans ma vie maintenant, au nom de Jésus.

[orientalgroupposts]

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L’huile d'Argan de Bioprogreen, véritable trésor de la nature, est née d’une passion pour la pureté et l’efficacité. Extraite avec soin et respect des processus traditionnels, cette huile rare est un concentré de bienfaits pour votre peau. Ses propriétés antiseptiques et régénératrices font d'elle une alliée incontournable pour lutter contre les imperfections et redonner éclat et douceur à votre épiderme. Grâce à sa texture légère et son absorption rapide, elle nourrit sans laisser de film gras, laissant place à une peau visiblement plus lisse et lumineuse. Véritable secret de beauté, l’huile d’Argan Bioprogreen se distingue par son efficacité immédiate et sa composition 100 % naturelle. Une révolution pour votre routine beauté, à adopter sans hésiter ! Offrez à votre peau l'élégance d’un soin authentique et redécouvrez la beauté au naturel. 

Les 5 principaux bienfaits de l'huile d'Argan 

1. Hydratation intense : Nourrit et hydrate en profondeur la peau sèche, lui redonnant douceur et éclat.

2. Propriétés anti - âge : Riche en antioxydants et vitamine E, elle réduit les rides et améliore l'élasticité de la peau.

3. Réparation des cheveux : Renforce et répare les cheveux abimés, tout en les rendant doux, brillants, et faciles à coiffer

4. Apaisement des irritations : Apaise les rougeurs, irritations et inflammations cutanées grâce à ses propriétés anti-inflammatoires naturelles.

5. Protection et renforcement : Protège contre les agressions extérieures (soleil et pollution) et renforce les ongles fragiles.

5 façons d'utiliser l'huile d'Argan dans l'industrie du cosmétique 

1. Crème hydratante pour la peau : Intégrée dans des crèmes ou lotions pour nourrir et hydrater intensément les peaux sèches sensibles.

2. Soin capillaire : Utilisée dans des shampoings, après- shampoings ou masques pour renforcer les cheveux abimés, lutter contre les pointes fourchues et apporter brillance et douceur.

3. Huile de massage : Employée comme base dans les huiles de massage grâce à ses propriétés nourrissantes et relaxantes, idéale pour apaiser les tensions tout en hydratant la peau.

4. Sérum anti - âge : Ajoutée à des sérums pour réduire les rides, raffermir la peau et offrir et offrir un effet rajeunissant grâce à sa richesse en antioxydants.

5. Soins des ongles et cuticules : Incorporée dans des produits pour fortifier les ongles fragiles, adoucir les cuticules et prévenir leur casse.

Les ingrédients actifs de l’huile d’Argan 100% bio BioProGreen incluent :

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[soulthom]

A quoi bon expliciter

Lorsqu’il n’y a plus d’oreille

Jouer

Avec des tricheurs

Nous ne nous étendrons certainement pas sur les raisons de certaines positions « historiques » donc.

Tout au plus constaterons que certaines choses n’ont pas du tout été « comprises »

Pour finir confisquées de la plus sale façon

Renversées dans leur signification par des voleurs et leur suite plus ou moins béate

Par des escrocs (1), véritables fascistes « sentimentaux » (cad rampant, ou comme on dit « de gauche »), non sans talent (2) qui seraient haïs d’un Isidore Isou même, qui avait au moins le mérite de la franche provocation (3) (et dont la mentalité n’avait rien à voir avec ces vieilles taupes sournoises qui dirigent une certaine barque « alternative » aujourd’hui, pourrie et à la dérive bien calculée) amenant à d’authentiques questionnements éthiques, au moins : en gros peut-on éluder la question morale dans un simple « sens de la limite » histoire de masquer les véritables soubassements structurels en jeu ?

Nous voyons comment le fameux « sens de la limite » profite à l’antisémitisme aujourd’hui, à savoir qu’il n’est pas si grave d’être palestiniste (4) ou encore féministe (grâce à de savants sophismes…mais je n’aimerais pas être une femme aujourd’hui en tous cas…) etc. après tout, tant qu’on ne franchit pas verbalement le seuil de l’acceptable.

Et nous voyons, à partir d’un simple et innocent pas de l’Eléphant Cosmique répété à intervalles réguliers, détruisant à chaque fois des cités entières sur son passage, s’affirmer le règne sans partage de la « sagesse », d’un relativisme qui se donne des airs « éthiques », et du « juste milieu » (Bouddha n’eu rien à voir avec cette manie du « juste milieu » qu’on lui prête pourtant si souvent, bien au contraire, rappelons-le au passage) « humaniste » ou « humanitaire » imposé avec un absolutisme infaillible

Histoire de permettre à encore un peu de « jeu » (en réalité indispensable à l’Ordre est cet « humour cosmique ») de se manifester

Le Grand Falsificateur a encore bien du travail pour nous faire parvenir à la dystopie finale en cours

Nous en resterons donc là

Avec ce pauvre « sens de la limite »

Puisqu’on n’a plus plus le choix.

Nous ne serons que contre la barbarie ouverte, ce qui permet tout, « démocratiquement » c’est entendu. Car autrement nous serions nous même « barbare »…de simplement démonter de fausses évidences. Oui car il est vrai que c’est tout un édifice qui repose sur du vent et qui risquerait de s’écrouler.

On nous a assez tapé sur les doigts pour éviter d’être plus exigeant que cela à présent et nous sommes bien fatigué de sorte à en rester à quelques textes en ligne…

Il faut bien que l’extrême-droite et autre « gauche de gauche » à la LFI (5), puissent « démocratiquement » fasciser, dans le respect des limites, alpha et oméga d’une singulière époque.

Cette époque médiocrate a décidé qu’on en resterait au bon vieux bon sens qui a pourtant commis les plus grands crimes

Mais elle a elle-même fini de liquider toute réalité à quoi que ce soit, à notre plus grand et désespéré soulagement !

Tom d’Abord

(1) Et fiers de l’être, n’hésitant pas à s’identifier ouvertement au propos même d’un Baudrillard à propos de ces « artistes traîtres », à raison car ce sont des brigands de grand talent et bien installés aujourd’hui.

(2) Mais ce sujet de l’art pour l’art avait justement été soulevé à raison, souvenez-vous ou renseignez vous sur ce qui oppose Debord à Isou, l’IS aux vieux lettristes…au final c’est l’art même qui finit par pâtire de sa mise en boutique par d’habiles et subtiles contrebandiers.

(3) « Naïve » à la fois concernant le « révolutionnaire » Sade, tout comme Debord d’ailleurs à la même époque, mais on a tous été « jeunes et émotifs »… En tous cas Sid Vicious a été un honorable « situationniste » de ce point de vue, caricature ambulante et si troublante parfois, pas aussi bête que d’aucuns prétendent mais certes très imprudent dans un monde tel que le nôtre.

(4) Ce qui encore une fois n’a rien à voir avec un quelconque prétendu « cœur » (qui ne saurait être si sélectif) en faveur des mêmes palestiniens, que je plains d’avoir de tels « défenseurs », et dont la situation est bel et bien tragique et depuis trop longtemps (j’en ai porté le keffieh dans ma jeunesse, c’est pour dire !), mais pas plus, et même moins « malheureusement » que d’autres restant parfaitement ignorés, malgré la pose antitotalitaire généralisée et « unanime » qu’on nous sert encore en spectacle.

(5) De fait « avant-garde » de la bourgeoisie dans sa liquidation spectaculaire de l’internationalisme prolétarien (sous une forme inversée apparente, devenue typique à présent) qui ne s’en prétend pas moins une résurrection, et son divisionnisme « de gauche » qui permet d’ « expliquer » un « échec » programmé (oui il en faut des guillemets pour pouvoir s’expliquer correctement à notre époque)…

[freelance-informatique]

Comment soigner la névralgie de façon naturelle ?

La névralgie est une douleur intense qui suit le trajet d'un nerf. Elle peut être causée par diverses raisons, y compris des infections, des blessures, ou des conditions chroniques comme la sclérose en plaques. Les traitements conventionnels incluent souvent des médicaments analgésiques, anti-inflammatoires, ou anticonvulsivants, mais de nombreuses personnes cherchent des alternatives naturelles pour éviter les effets secondaires des médicaments. Des sites web comme https://xpermd.org propose par exemple des alternatives à la chirurgie. D'ailleurs, voici quelques approches naturelles qui peuvent aider à soulager la névralgie. 1. Thérapies à base de plantes 1.1. Millepertuis Le millepertuis est une plante utilisée depuis des siècles pour ses propriétés médicinales, notamment comme antidépresseur et anti-inflammatoire. Il peut être particulièrement utile pour les névralgies associées à la dépression ou au stress. On le trouve sous forme de tisanes, de capsules ou d'huiles essentielles. 1.2. Curcuma Le curcuma contient de la curcumine, un puissant anti-inflammatoire. En réduisant l'inflammation, il peut aider à diminuer la douleur nerveuse. Le curcuma peut être consommé sous forme de complément alimentaire ou ajouté aux repas. 1.3. Scutellaire La scutellaire est une plante connue pour ses effets relaxants et anti-inflammatoires. Elle peut aider à soulager la douleur nerveuse et est disponible sous forme de tisanes ou de capsules. 2. Alimentation 2.1. Aliments riches en magnésium Le magnésium joue un rôle crucial dans la fonction nerveuse et musculaire. Les aliments riches en magnésium comme les épinards, les amandes, les avocats, et les bananes peuvent aider à réduire les symptômes de la névralgie. 2.2. Acides gras oméga-3 Les oméga-3 ont des propriétés anti-inflammatoires qui peuvent être bénéfiques pour les douleurs nerveuses. Les sources alimentaires comprennent le poisson gras, les graines de lin, et les noix. Des suppléments d'oméga-3 peuvent également être pris sous forme de capsules. 2.3. Vitamines du groupe B Les vitamines B, en particulier B12, B6 et B1, sont essentielles pour la santé nerveuse. Une carence en ces vitamines peut aggraver la névralgie. On les trouve dans les viandes maigres, les œufs, les produits laitiers, et les légumes à feuilles vertes. 3. Techniques de gestion du stress 3.1. Yoga et méditation Le yoga et la méditation sont des pratiques qui aident à réduire le stress et à améliorer la circulation sanguine, ce qui peut atténuer la douleur. Des exercices de respiration profonde et de relaxation peuvent également être bénéfiques. 3.2. Acupuncture L'acupuncture est une pratique de la médecine traditionnelle chinoise qui consiste à insérer de fines aiguilles dans des points spécifiques du corps. Cette méthode peut aider à libérer les endorphines, les analgésiques naturels du corps, et à améliorer la circulation sanguine, réduisant ainsi la douleur. 3.3. Massages thérapeutiques Les massages peuvent aider à détendre les muscles tendus, à améliorer la circulation et à réduire la douleur. Les massages aux huiles essentielles, comme l'huile de lavande ou de menthe poivrée, peuvent être particulièrement efficaces. 4. Remèdes maison 4.1. Compresses chaudes et froides L'application de chaleur peut aider à détendre les muscles et à améliorer la circulation sanguine, tandis que le froid peut réduire l'inflammation et engourdir la douleur. Alterner entre des compresses chaudes et froides peut offrir un soulagement efficace. 4.2. Bain à l'eau chaude Un bain chaud avec du sel d'Epsom peut détendre les muscles et réduire la douleur. Le sel d'Epsom contient du magnésium qui peut être absorbé par la peau, aidant ainsi à réduire l'inflammation. 4.3. Huiles essentielles Certaines huiles essentielles, comme la lavande, la menthe poivrée et l'eucalyptus, ont des propriétés analgésiques et anti-inflammatoires. Elles peuvent être diluées dans une huile de support et appliquées sur les zones douloureuses. Voir aussi : 10 remèdes de grand mère pour la démangeaison du cuir chevelu 5. Exercices physiques 5.1. Étirements Les étirements doux peuvent aider à soulager la tension musculaire qui peut contribuer à la douleur nerveuse. Il est important de pratiquer des étirements régulièrement et de manière contrôlée pour éviter toute aggravation de la douleur. 5.2. Activité physique modérée L'activité physique modérée, comme la marche, la natation ou le vélo, peut améliorer la circulation sanguine et aider à maintenir la flexibilité et la force musculaire. Cela peut réduire la pression sur les nerfs et diminuer la douleur. 6. Hydratation et sommeil 6.1. Boire suffisamment d'eau La déshydratation peut aggraver la douleur nerveuse. Il est crucial de boire suffisamment d'eau tout au long de la journée pour maintenir l'hydratation et la fonction nerveuse optimale. 6.2. Sommeil de qualité Un sommeil réparateur est essentiel pour la régénération et la réparation nerveuse. Créer un environnement de sommeil paisible et adopter des routines de sommeil régulières peut grandement aider à gérer la douleur. Conclusion La névralgie peut être débilitante, mais il existe de nombreuses approches naturelles pour la gérer et la soulager. Les thérapies à base de plantes, une alimentation équilibrée, les techniques de gestion du stress, les remèdes maison, l'exercice physique, et un mode de vie sain jouent tous un rôle crucial dans la réduction de la douleur nerveuse. Il est toujours conseillé de consulter un professionnel de santé avant d'entamer toute nouvelle approche de traitement, surtout si vous avez des conditions médicales préexistantes ou si vous prenez des médicaments. Une approche holistique et personnalisée peut souvent offrir le meilleur soulagement et améliorer la qualité de vie pour ceux qui souffrent de névralgie. Read the full article

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Ces huiles naturelles pour cheveux sont la solution pour vos soins.

Cheveux ternes, gras, cassants, vous vous ruinez en produits de soin hors de prix et peu efficaces ? Et si la solution était les huiles pour cheveux naturelles ? Pourquoi choisir ces huiles naturelles pour cheveux ? Limiter la casse, purifier ou faire pousser vos cheveux tout problème capillaire trouve sa solution miracle dans les huiles végétales, par conséquent souvent utilisées en cosmétique pour leurs bienfaits et leur efficacité. Nourrissantes, apaisantes ou encore régénératrices, il y a forcément une huile qui correspondra à votre type de cheveux. Très peu chères, elles deviendront vos must-have beauté à prix mini. Quelles huiles naturelles pour cheveux pour quel type de cheveux ? Que vous ayez un cuir chevelu qui vous donne du fil à retordre ou que vous souhaitiez simplement rendre votre crinière plus belle, sachez qu’il existe de nombreuses huiles végétales qui sauront nourrir et réparer vos cheveux. À utiliser en masque, soin, ou dans vos après-shampoings faits maison, elles ne vous quitteront plus ! Pour les cheveux gras, en manque de volume : Il est important de préciser que si vous avez un cuir chevelu gras, toutes les huiles végétales ne seront pas bonnes à appliquer en racine. En effet, certaines huiles seront trop nourrissantes. Ainsi, elles favoriseront d’avantage la production de sébum de votre cuir chevelu, ce qui aura pour effet d’alourdir vos cheveux. Heureusement, certaines huiles s’utilisent en masque et directement en racine. A lire : Pourquoi la kératine est essentielle pour des cheveux magnifiques L’huile de jojoba, elle nourrit la fibre capillaire tout en régularisant la production de sébum, vos cheveux sont donc nourrit sans être alourdis. L’huile de Brocoli est également nourrissante et hydratante. Elle n’étouffe cependant pas le cheveu et le laisse souple et démêlé. L’huile de nigelle, aux vertus purifiantes et tonifiantes, elle dégraisse le cuir chevelu et vous permet d’espacer vos shampoings. L’huile de noix du Brésil, particulièrement appréciée des pointes sèches et racines grasses. Elle nourrit sans graisser et apporte tonus et volume à votre parure. Pour les cheveux fins, secs, manquant de vitalité: L’huile de coco, qu’on ne présente plus, nourrit vos cheveux tout en leur apportant souplesse et brillance. Ayant également un effet lissant, elle laisse aussi une légère odeur exotique sur vos cheveux.  L’huile d’argan, riche en vitamines et en oméga 6, celle-ci apporte douceur, force et brillance aux cheveux normaux à secs et redonne peps et vitalité aux cheveux fatigués. L’huile de kukui, kézako ? Extrait des graines de kukui, cette huile végétale est riche en Oméga 3 et 6 et pénètre en profondeur le cheveu, le nourrissant intensément. Elle s'utilise également comme démêlant naturel. L’huile de pépins de raisin, véritable allié des cheveux fins et cassants. Elle répare les pointes abîmées et entretient la fibre capillaire en profondeur. Pour les cheveux bouclés, crépus : L’huile de pépin de concombre, gaine et renforce les cheveux tout en protégeant le cuir chevelu L’huile de moringa, apporte force, vitalité et protection aux cheveux tout en redessinant les boucles. L’huile de Baobab, connue pour ses vertus nourrissantes, embellit et protège les cheveux afros. Elle peut également être utilisée en huile de coiffage. Le beurre de karité, le petit intrus de la liste ! À utiliser comme une huile, en soin de coiffage ou en masque, il nourrit et gaine le cheveu tout en lui redonnant de la brillance. Pour faire pousser les cheveux et leur redonner de la brillance L’huile de ricin, très connue pour favoriser la pousse des cheveux. Elle a également pour rôle de les nourrir et de les rendre plus forts et plus brillants. L’huile de moutarde, à utiliser en racine, stimule la circulation sanguine et augmente la pousse. Elle aide également à lutter contre la chute des cheveux et contre les pellicules. À lire aussi : Coupes de cheveux à la mode pour les femmes L’huile d’avocat, riche en acide gras, elle embelli visiblement les cheveux, stimule la pousse et leur redonne de la brillance. L’huile de sapote, chouchoute des cheveux fragilisés par la chaleur et les colorations, elle apaise, nourrit et fait briller les cheveux tout en favorisant leur croissance.Pour un effet optimal de vos masques, il est préférable de les laisser poser plusieurs heures, voir toute une nuit pour certaines huiles. Répartissez assez d’huile sur vos cheveux pour les recouvrir totalement sans que l’huile ne dégouline, inutile d’en mettre trop. Rincez abondamment en utilisant des shampoings sans silicones, paraben ou sulfate. Favorisez également les huiles bio et de premier pressage à froid pour plus de naturel et d’efficacité. Read the full article

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Les 17 Huiles Végétales: Un Guide pour une Consommation Saine. De nombreuses huiles végétales sont hautement transformées et peuvent contenir des graisses malsaines. Opter pour des graisses plus saines comme l'huile d'olive ou l'huile de noix de coco peut être meilleur pour la santé de votre cœur. 17 Huiles Végétales: Un Guide pour une Consommation Saine Régime méditerranéen riche en noix, huiles et coupes végétales à feuilles risque d’une mort prématurée chez les femmes d’un TRIMESTRE, suggère une étude Les huiles végétales sont omniprésentes dans notre alimentation quotidienne, utilisées pour la cuisson, les vinaigrettes, les marinades et même comme ingrédients dans de nombreux produits alimentaires transformés. Cependant, toutes les huiles végétales ne sont pas créées égales, et certaines peuvent avoir des effets néfastes sur notre santé, notamment en ce qui concerne la santé cardiovasculaire. +57 ans, la liste noire des huiles d'olive à éviter pour votre santé - Les huiles hautement transformées, telles que l'huile de soja, l'huile de maïs et l'huile de canola, subissent des processus tels que le raffinage, le blanchiment et la désodorisation, qui peuvent éliminer des nutriments bénéfiques et introduire des composés nocifs. Ces huiles sont souvent riches en acides gras oméga-6, qui, en excès, peuvent contribuer à l'inflammation dans le corps et augmenter le risque de maladies chroniques, y compris les maladies cardiaques. Riche en acides gras monoinsaturés et en polyphénols Huiles-Essentielles-Huile de myrrhe est un remède naturel pour améliorer votre santé et votre bien-être D'un autre côté, des huiles comme l'huile d'olive et l'huile de noix de coco sont considérées comme des choix plus sains, principalement en raison de leur profil en acides gras plus équilibré et de la présence de composés bioactifs bénéfiques. L'huile d'olive, en particulier, est riche en acides gras monoinsaturés et en polyphénols, qui ont démontré des effets protecteurs sur la santé du cœur. L'huile de noix de coco, bien qu'elle contienne une quantité significative de graisses saturées, a été trouvée pour avoir un impact neutre ou même bénéfique sur les niveaux de cholestérol, selon la façon dont elle est consommée et le reste du régime alimentaire d'une personne. Huile De Tournesol Bio Dans Le Top 3 Des Huiles Les Plus Consommées 4 →A lire aussi Le cumin, une épice aux multiples bienfaits sur la santé, notamment sur le foie Il est essentiel de noter que la modération est la clé lorsqu'il s'agit de consommer des huiles végétales, même celles considérées comme saines. L'utilisation excessive de n'importe quelle huile peut contribuer à un apport calorique élevé et à un déséquilibre nutritionnel. huiles de CBD après un cours d’arts martiaux De plus, la manière dont les huiles sont utilisées pendant la cuisson peut également affecter leur impact sur la santé. Par exemple, chauffer une huile au-delà de son point de fumée peut entraîner la formation de composés nocifs. Pour une consommation saine d'huiles végétales, voici quelques recommandations : 17 Huiles Végétales: Un Guide pour une Consommation Saine - Privilégiez les huiles pressées à froid, telles que l'huile d'olive extra vierge, qui subissent moins de traitement et conservent davantage de leurs propriétés nutritionnelles. - Variez les types d'huiles utilisées pour bénéficier d'un éventail de graisses saines et de composés phytochimiques. - Utilisez des huiles stables à haute température, comme l'huile d'avocat, pour la cuisson à la poêle ou la friture. - Intégrez d'autres sources de graisses saines dans votre alimentation, comme les avocats, les noix et les graines, qui fournissent également des fibres, des protéines et des vitamines essentielles. →A lire aussi 7 bienfaits insoupçonnés du Vinaigre de cidre (surtout si vous avez trop mangé !) En conclusion, choisir les bonnes huiles végétales et les utiliser judicieusement peut jouer un rôle significatif dans le maintien d'une bonne santé cardiaque et d'un régime alimentaire équilibré.

Il est important de rester informé et conscient des choix alimentaires que nous faisons chaque jour pour soutenir notre bien-être global.

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Les 17 Huiles Végétales: Un Guide pour une Consommation Saine. De nombreuses huiles végétales sont hautement transformées et peuvent contenir des graisses malsaines. Opter pour des graisses plus saines comme l'huile d'olive ou l'huile de noix de coco peut être meilleur pour la santé de votre cœur. 17 Huiles Végétales: Un Guide pour une Consommation Saine Régime méditerranéen riche en noix, huiles et coupes végétales à feuilles risque d’une mort prématurée chez les femmes d’un TRIMESTRE, suggère une étude Les huiles végétales sont omniprésentes dans notre alimentation quotidienne, utilisées pour la cuisson, les vinaigrettes, les marinades et même comme ingrédients dans de nombreux produits alimentaires transformés. Cependant, toutes les huiles végétales ne sont pas créées égales, et certaines peuvent avoir des effets néfastes sur notre santé, notamment en ce qui concerne la santé cardiovasculaire. +57 ans, la liste noire des huiles d'olive à éviter pour votre santé - Les huiles hautement transformées, telles que l'huile de soja, l'huile de maïs et l'huile de canola, subissent des processus tels que le raffinage, le blanchiment et la désodorisation, qui peuvent éliminer des nutriments bénéfiques et introduire des composés nocifs. Ces huiles sont souvent riches en acides gras oméga-6, qui, en excès, peuvent contribuer à l'inflammation dans le corps et augmenter le risque de maladies chroniques, y compris les maladies cardiaques. Riche en acides gras monoinsaturés et en polyphénols Huiles-Essentielles-Huile de myrrhe est un remède naturel pour améliorer votre santé et votre bien-être D'un autre côté, des huiles comme l'huile d'olive et l'huile de noix de coco sont considérées comme des choix plus sains, principalement en raison de leur profil en acides gras plus équilibré et de la présence de composés bioactifs bénéfiques. L'huile d'olive, en particulier, est riche en acides gras monoinsaturés et en polyphénols, qui ont démontré des effets protecteurs sur la santé du cœur. L'huile de noix de coco, bien qu'elle contienne une quantité significative de graisses saturées, a été trouvée pour avoir un impact neutre ou même bénéfique sur les niveaux de cholestérol, selon la façon dont elle est consommée et le reste du régime alimentaire d'une personne. Huile De Tournesol Bio Dans Le Top 3 Des Huiles Les Plus Consommées 4 →A lire aussi Le cumin, une épice aux multiples bienfaits sur la santé, notamment sur le foie Il est essentiel de noter que la modération est la clé lorsqu'il s'agit de consommer des huiles végétales, même celles considérées comme saines. L'utilisation excessive de n'importe quelle huile peut contribuer à un apport calorique élevé et à un déséquilibre nutritionnel. huiles de CBD après un cours d’arts martiaux De plus, la manière dont les huiles sont utilisées pendant la cuisson peut également affecter leur impact sur la santé. Par exemple, chauffer une huile au-delà de son point de fumée peut entraîner la formation de composés nocifs. Pour une consommation saine d'huiles végétales, voici quelques recommandations : 17 Huiles Végétales: Un Guide pour une Consommation Saine - Privilégiez les huiles pressées à froid, telles que l'huile d'olive extra vierge, qui subissent moins de traitement et conservent davantage de leurs propriétés nutritionnelles. - Variez les types d'huiles utilisées pour bénéficier d'un éventail de graisses saines et de composés phytochimiques. - Utilisez des huiles stables à haute température, comme l'huile d'avocat, pour la cuisson à la poêle ou la friture. - Intégrez d'autres sources de graisses saines dans votre alimentation, comme les avocats, les noix et les graines, qui fournissent également des fibres, des protéines et des vitamines essentielles. →A lire aussi 7 bienfaits insoupçonnés du Vinaigre de cidre (surtout si vous avez trop mangé !) En conclusion, choisir les bonnes huiles végétales et les utiliser judicieusement peut jouer un rôle significatif dans le maintien d'une bonne santé cardiaque et d'un régime alimentaire équilibré.

Il est important de rester informé et conscient des choix alimentaires que nous faisons chaque jour pour soutenir notre bien-être global.

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Sweetener - C.K.

Synopsis. You, hit by your heat cycle and accidentally calling your best friend over in a daze. Choso Kamo, your utterly sweet best friend - and totally not an aIpha, right? Right?

Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! oméga! reader, alpha! Choso, heats, best-friends-to-lovers, pining, creampíes, bréeding, Choso goes FÉRAL, OMÉGAVERSE AU, overstím, knots, MARATHONS, making him cúm blanks, MATÍNG BÍTES, cúmplay, first times (Choso), pússydrúnk Choso, oraI (fem), proposals, p talking, pet names, swéaring. 

Word count. 8.1k

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3

“Open up f’me, beautiful.”

Choso Kamo was approximately four seconds away from kicking down your front door and tearing your apartment down in search of you. Or, at least, he would be if he didn’t know how much you’d huff at him afterwards.

Because it’s not everyday that his precious best friend wakes him up at 3AM with a hazy, six-second call. Mumbling nothing but an adorably sleepy “Cho— come over?” 

So what if Choso had instantly thrown on the first t-shirt he saw and broken about seven traffic violations on his motorbike here? 

“Come on, come on-” he’s hissing underneath his breath. Weight shuffling nervously between his two feet, he raps on your door once more. Twice. Thrice. “D-don’t make me use that spare key again.”

It was a half-threat - really, it was. 

But the louder your answering silence grew, the tighter his fingers curled around his own metallic key. Breathing out a low, “I’m- I’m coming in.” And slowly - ever-so-slowly - he’s cracking your door just an inch open before-

Oh. 

Oh. 

It hits Choso like a wave - hard enough to knock him down onto his knees. 

“What-” he’s gasping, heaving. Words tumbling out drunkenly in rasping ahs! that he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t even register the bright, blossoming pain sweeping his knees with the way his lungs felt like they were scorching - and Choso just couldn’t get enough. 

It wasn’t a new candle of yours, and Choso already memorized every one of your perfumes for this to be one. This was just so…carnally sweet. 

He was drinking in every drop, every ounce, every waft of that candied air inside your cozy apartment like he couldn’t breathe if it wasn’t that.

And something in the sugary scent makes Choso twitch. 

Oh, shit. 

Hastily swiping away a translucent mess of drool that’d somehow made its home by the rosy corner of his mouth, he’s straining out once more. For his sanity, more than anything. “Beautiful? Anyone home?”

Still no answer. 

Absolutely nothing. 

It takes him a few more sloppy seconds swimming his melty mind to even consider stumbling back up onto his two unsteady feet. Blinking away the bleary film over his gaze, Choso slams! your door shut with the back of his foot - cutting off the heady perfume from emanating into the corridor. 

Noise complaints from your neighbors be damned - he’ll apologize to them all personally later. 

But right now, something about the way that mysterious essence was all his, his, his scratched at such a dangerously primal itch in his brain. 

Shit- what was he even thinking?

Choso was here for you and only you. 

He’s running a jittery few digits through the sweat-dampened valleys of his hair, tugging in a stinging little pull to try and snap some sense back into him. Clearing the strangled mess in his throat, Choso smacks! his palms against his burning cheeks before calling out once more, “I’ll be coming in–”

Because it’s not as if Choso’s never been in here before - he has. Many, many times, in fact. And during every one of those hangouts you’d made it a point to pout about how he should really “let loose” and treat this home as if it was his own, too. 

Honestly, it was hard to feel anything but comfortable after knowing each other for so long - even despite those embarrassing, mushy feelings that he always drowned in around you. 

But that was a conversation for another time. 

And right now, Choso couldn’t even dream of any “comfort” when every step deeper into the saturated cloud of scent made Choso gulp. Every blink had his eyes watering even more - and his pants- fuck- Choso’s biting down on his rawly worried lower lip, eyes flickering anywhere but where he could feel his achy cock stirring. 

Something about this smell was so…hypnotic. 

And if he didn’t know any better then he’d have sworn he was practically floating down that familiar pathway to your bedroom. Feet padding down anxiously along the mahogany-covered floors, it was becoming so much harder and harder to breathe in the fragrant air without getting fucking addicted.  

Or, Choso swallows, one arm balanced on the wall, the other feeling for his thundering pulse. He probably already was. 

But what if you were sick? What if you needed help? Fuck, if he didn’t live every waking moment dancing along to your heartbeat.

That is, when he hears it. That.

Filtering from inside your bedroom…a moan. ”Ch-Choso–”

.

.

.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

You didn’t know what you were thinking, forgetting to take your monthly dosage of suppressants - you’d blame it on all the time you’d been spending studying for finals with Choso lately, but you’d never put the fault on your sweet best friend like that.

After all, he was a fellow omega like you at the end of the day. Right? 

“Fuck” You’re scrambling to clasp onto a sodden sweatshirt of his on your bed, nose burying into the slightly sunny vanilla scent. You knew it was wrong to think about him this way, you knew it was made even worse considering his second gender. But- but fuck, if he didn’t have your hands slipping and sliding guiltily down towards the slick-lathered spot between your legs. Concentrated puffs of heat stifling from between your lips, “Ch-Choso–”

Honestly, you wanted him so badly you could reach over for your phone and call-

No, no, no, no - your fatigued eyes flick over to the winking clock by your bedside. 3:26AM.

You couldn’t call him over for help now. Choso was so sweet that he’d probably rush over in his pajamas and rack up a fair few tickets on his motorbike. 

Which was why you preferred to spend your heats without his help - it had been that way since you’d both presented back in high school. 

You’d met Choso after your family had moved to the cutest little suburb in Tokyo, stumbling across the tiny boy-next-door with wide honeypool eyes and a chubby hand that waved shyly your way. Even at the wise old age of eight, you remember thinking how he was so pretty. 

Pretty enough that something your health teacher had taught in your last school clanged throughout your mind - this boy was probably an ah…what was the word? Omega. 

A quiet, comfortable understanding - and it wasn’t something that the two of you never quite had to talk about too in-depth. At least, outside of sneaking the answers to pop quizzes on secondary genders, and giggling when another classmate sauntered to school with a garish bitemark on their neck. 

But, often, you wondered whether you’d ever see Choso with that type of mark. 

He never looked at another alpha - not even another omega, or beta, for that matter. You knew that society was stepping towards a more accepting environment for rather “unconventional” pairings - but Choso Kamo seemed well and firmly intent on rejecting every single one of them. 

Instead, staying by your side. Unpaired. 

Even when he followed you all the way to university - two peas in a pod, so tightly intertwined that most wondered whether you two were mated for life. And he never bothered to disagree - but then again, neither did you.

Even when the years treated him well and he grew so tall, so unfairly attractive. All prettily timid smiles, glinting piercings marrying his ears, and dark, droopy eyes tinged with the slightest kiss of dark eyeliner. Rivalling even the most cocky alphas on your entire campus with his sheer stature and ambience. 

Like he was right now. 

Towering at the very edge of your unlatched bedroom door. 

And only one word registers in your mind - alpha. 

Choso - a Choso that was so utterly real and in the flesh - jumps once those startled syllables spill from your mouth. 

Fuck, you didn’t even realize you said that out loud. 

Not until he’s slamming! one massively spayed-out palm by the side of your doorframe. Shattered pieces of wood crumbling beneath him, you’re unabashedly ogling the flex of his curvaceous biceps. Another hand covering the lower half of his handsome face, Choso rasps. He whines, “You called, m-my omega?”

Oh.

Your entire shivering body bolts upright, like you were being electrified with a thousand voltages of bliss that make your drooling cunt gush. Treacly wafts of pheromones clouding out from you all over again - and the look on Choso’s face is just drunk.

Thick lids so heavy that they were practically falling half-closed, it’s as if his entire body was flushed a prespired red. Lips all ruddied and laminated thinly with spit, his teeth were drawn back into such a wild snarl. 

Like he was about to tear something into bits and it might be you.

So…pretty. 

It almost hurts you to dart your eyes away in an urgent glance at your suspiciously open call log - did you…really call him in your haze? Fuck. 

“Y-you’re-” You swallow a few times - and even then, the words don’t come to you. They can’t. Too stuck on what a delicacy your best friend looked all slumped over by your doorway like he was begging for you. Like he’d crawled all his way to you and would do it all over again. “You’re an alpha, Cho?”

As if you had any doubt now. You could smell the sheer power on him, the thrumming strength threatening to rip through that clingy white undershirt of his. So transparently thin that you could still count every ridge of his washboard abs. And his velvety black boxers hung low-

“Shit-” he gulps. “Yes- fuck! Y-you’re an omega?” 

You can only nod. Brows raising when Choso plants another slam right onto your doorframe, indenting all slender lanes of his digits onto it this time. “And is that…mine?”

With a sudden inhalation, you’re snatching behind that sweatshirt of Choso’s that you’d still been holding. Heart thumping - but there was nothing more to say. What could you say?

Turns out, Choso is the first to break. “L-Let me prove it.”

You’re blinking, squeezing your thighs together at the bittersweet throb. You didn’t know what had your honeyed head reeling more - the sudden reveal of Choso’s secondary gender, or his answer. His sheer need. “Prove it?”

Choso’s head hangs low, chestnut bangs covering his greedy gaze, but you could tell that he was looking at you. Really, really looking at you. 

Words dripping with something you’d never heard of before. Hoarse. Tight. “Can I…can I come in, beautiful?”

You know you should say no to letting him inside your nest - you know it. 

But oh, how it looked like it was taking him every shred of will to keep standing there. To not fucking collapse at the way your gooey pheromones have him spellbound. And he likely would have had it not been for your small, trembling answer, “Yes.”

Choso whimpers - if there was ever a singular moment that would have him crawling back from the afterlife just to re-experience all over again, then it would be this. 

When he feels something in the back of his mind switch.

Senses sharpening almost painfully with one step inside your humid bedroom. Two. 

Until Choso’s stalking so languidly towards you like a predator cornering his prey, foot by foot. He takes his dreamy time prowling towards you - all the way up until your flushed best friend is looming across the foot of the bed.

There’s something vicious in his eyes. Something that has him salivating, “Can- can I?”

You’re breathing out, “Y-yes.”

Slow, sultry fingers unfurl out to draw a steady line along your ankle - he walks. Fingers blazing up your twitchy thighs, up your drenched excuse of shorts, up, up, up to smear that delirious line of your dribble. 

“T-tell me what you want, beautiful.” He pecks an innocent kiss on your forehead, then another to your throat - heaving in your perfumed air. “Anything- I’ll give ya hah- anything.”

His words are low. Hot against your face. 

And just about the only thing you can do is slither your unsteady hands down to toy with the hem of your pants. A sight that makes Choso swallow thickly with a rasping grunt. 

“I want you to…” you’re trailing off. Fingers dipping down to where you haven’t been able to satisfy for hours now. Your inner omega yelling - screaming that nothing was enough, but he might just be. “-touch me here, Cho.”

SWAT!

Instantly, you’re letting off a saccharine mewl at the way your hand is being oh-so-rudely thwacked away by one of Choso’s own. The slight sting throbbing - but not as much as your poor cunt is when meeting his digits. 

Sliding just between your cottony shorts- oh? Choso’s heart stutters. No panties? You really are going to be the death of him. He’s lingering a dewy stroke down your teary slit, honeying his ringed fingers in all your slick juices. 

For a second - just a second.

Lightning-fast, Choso’s trailing away with a slew of spatters left behind, and it makes his skin feel ten times hotter. Ten times dirtier in only the best way.

Even more so when those very digits end up slipping easily into Choso’s mouth. One by one.  Eyes trained darkly on yours, his long pinkish tongue ends up lazily lathering up and down up and down up and down every beaded gleam of your juices.

“Y-you’re so-” your voice cracks embarrassingly - pathetically, in a way that makes every copious ounce of blood in his body sprint south. “-filthy.”

Pulling off with a waterlogged pop! Choso’s tongue probes between his two long fingers, smacking his lips open and shut with the sticky dredges. And you swear you catch a whiff of smugness in his scent. Yet, he’s blushing, “All for you- only for you, my girl.”

And you can’t even complain - you can’t even tease him about the way that just another mere touch up against your feverish pussypound has Choso gasping. Eyes crinkling with something like delight and sheer awe.

Because he’s crashing his mouth into yours, suckling on your lips like his favorite berry lolly-

“Sh-shit-” Choso’s rich tone cracks into shattering lilts, and you can hear him laugh against your lips. Laugh. Humorless and crazed - pure desperation bleeding out with every swash of his intoxicating vanilla scent. “Beautiful— you taste even sweeter than in my ngh- dreams, y’know that?”

No, you didn’t - you didn’t even know that Choso dreamed of you in the first place. 

And you don’t get to pay it any mind because before you know it, the swirling edge of his rounded fingertips tuck just past where your puffy folds were pursing in a ready pucker. Cold metal rings making you gasp.

And Choso’s greedily snuffing out the sound with a sinking bite of his sharpened canines into your wobbly bottom lip. Drinking in every noise from his pretty girl. His pretty girl. 

Cratering dimples notching prettily at the ends of his lipbite, he’s practically begging them out with every slow gyration of his fingertips around and around your peaked clit. Tracing over every tiny ridge and sensitive bundle like he was trying to fucking memorize it. “H-has any other- fuck-” Ringing out a thundering growl at the back of his throat that makes your skin coat in tiny goosebumps. “-has any- other- made you feel this good?”

No no no - your inner omega purrs, and you can practically feel yourself groaning lowly at the back of your throat when you pull away. 

Trying - failing, when Choso’s chasing your kiss-bitten lips like he was hooked. Slurring after the syrupy strings of spit that smear the traces of your mouth, he’s meshing his lips in a dramatic smooch. Again. And again. And again and again-

“L-look how wet ya are…” And it wasn’t even a command, but you can’t help lolling your head down to blink at the way his pale wrist was glistening with all your laminated juices. Musing, “Gonna make ya feel so fuckin’ good. So good.”

Two deft fingers pinch your clit. Hard.

“Ah! N-no!” Your spine bends into such a pretty curve off the bed, perfectly in position for Choso to slide his massive palm underneath and massage away your tensely knotted back. Your fingers are trekking up the clamoring hike onto his broad deltoids to feel the droolworthy jolt of his back muscles. Babbling belatedly, “N-no other alpha has made me feel s-so…”

So…what?

Hypnotized? Addicted? Gone?  

But whatever it was, the sight of you being ruined into a few shattered jumbles of limbs is enough to make Choso’s alpha hum. 

Whispering out, “Can I…” And with a steep inhale of the thick surrounding air, he’s gulping. “C-can I-”

Before you’re gracing him with an answer, you’re helping inch those sleep shorts down. Snailing an almost-blasphemous slicked coat that seeps into your skin. He’s twirling his thumb over the remaining excess left behind - not wasting a single drop. 

And it takes only one saturated hit from where your pheromones were the most concentrated - only one shy peak down at your drooling cunt - before Choso can feel his mind shattering. Gasping. 

The top half of his body all but collapsing on top of yours.

It’s not even on purpose the way he flinches at the thick curve of your thumb floating upwards to tenderly glide away the swab of drool that was flooding Choso’s mouth right now. 

His neat brows quirking upwards, heaving chest choppy - you’re so lustily trapped against the bumped-up planes of his pecs. Feeling the rumble of his heated words, “I-I’ve never…” 

Sounding so utterly worn-out already, Choso’s planting a few firm pecks at the corner of your chin. He’d meant for it to reach your lips - but he couldn’t. Too in a trance to even think about it. And as if to make up for it, he’s kissing your neck, the valley of your thighs, your tummy. Every and any inch he hasn’t been blessed with reaching for the past few years. 

Shuffling all the way until he was practically lips to lips with your sloshing pussy, eyeing down directly at the way your sloppy entrance was welcoming him with another fresh bout of clingy slick. Choso heaves in a long breath.

“Been waitin’ a looong time f’you, y’know? Can I make a mess?” Choso’s whining sweetly, greedy gaze still trained firmly downwards. Tenderly rubbing over your glossed-up folds, “Can I m-make you break?” And those grasping begs of his are barely even audible over the sheer squelching resonating from your slobbery pussy. Your jaw falls slack at how they only make Choso nod. “Y-you’re right- s-so right–”

Talking. And before you know it, the filthiest French kiss is being placed right on your cunt. 

He’s not even hesitating, not even easing you into it - because Choso Kamo has waited so long for this. And he was going to have his fill.

“This is what y-you taste like- this good?” Dragging the very pointed tip of his pretty button nose down your plump clit, he’s smushing it in place with a firm kiss at the very edge of your snug hole. “Th-think this cute cunt can take my fuckin’ cock, beautiful?”

So fucking impatient. 

You’re tangling one set of fingers into the stray strands of his hair, bucking up to drag a slow glide down the lower half of his pretty face. 

And, usually, with an alpha you could be expected to be snapped at with a snarling command. An instruction to just stay put. 

But Choso’s only letting his sharp jaw comfy against the silken sheets, head nuzzling drunkenly into your thighs when you’re pushing and pulling him as you please. Leveraging the vice-like grasp on his scalp to drive steady grinds just the way you like it. 

Whining, “Need you so bad, baby–” 

“Yeah- yeah, use me-” Choso snickers around a teasing bite against the fattened edge of one of your pussy lips. Sucking. “R-reach your pretty high on my face, omega- need you to cum all over me till I-I’m dripping.”

Fuck.

Was this really your nervous, sweet best friend? His words were so dirty, as if he didn’t even realize he was saying them. And they almost make you embarrassed. Shying way just an inch-

“Oh- no. No no no-”  His words come buzzing around your clit, and with a final bite of his elongated canines, Choso’s frantic. He’s scrambling. He’s grasping his powerful arms to loop your thighs and dragging you to him like some ragdoll down the protestingly creaky bed. “S’gonna go to waste- can’t- can’t let it.”

And it’s only about then that you’re dredging up the courage to angle your head further downwards - immediately hit with the sinful sight of Choso in heaven between your limp legs. 

His hair a disheveled curtain, eyes narrowed and smudged with eyeliner. Damply bleeding down onto the regal apples of his high cheekbones at the way your meady slick was reaching his blushing cheeks. It masks his coral pink lips, his jaw, his fucking chin. 

So sopping wet that it’s forming a little puddle down below him that Choso could never even imagine being disgusted by. No, in fact, he was disappointed with himself for not lapping it up even sooner. 

Pumpish lips jutting out in a pout, Choso’s pushing away the hair from his eyes sexily. “Wh-why are you runnin’ away- don’t run away, my girl.”

With a slight giggle, you’re veering your scent to tinge with something comforting. And oh, does it do the trick - because Choso’s eyes swoop downwards drunkenly. Almost closed, almost ruined, he’s huffing out a drawled-out mantra of your name, “Lock it.”

“Wh-what?” You’re choking out.

Soft palms massage gently down your legs, wrapping them around the back of his head. “Lock it.”

Oh.

That was a command, and it has your body pulling taut. Every sensory spot all down your skin screaming to obey - yet, this is something you would have done anyway. Ankles tying together, it’s jostling Choso’s hotly open mouth against your pussy so deeply that you wonder whether he doesn’t have to breathe. 

Whether he doesn’t even want to. 

Because your dear best friend looks so satisfied to die right in the heaven between your legs right now. And he would go such an utterly happy man, too. 

Rosy red lips rubbing rawly against your clit, you’re left a puddle of a needy mess when the roughened tastebuds of his tongue swirl in meticulous little circles. Cheeks hollowing as he sucks, your whines can’t even be heard over the most oozy squelches.

“Heheh- she’s talkin’ back ta me-” Choso’s sputtering out peck after peck. In awe. “She’s talking. Th-think she wants ngh- more.”

More. 

More, more, more. 

Choso’s beginning to think that your dripping pussy’s speaking for himself with the way that’s exactly what he wants right now. Teasing the mushy outer lips of your puckered hole with his fat fingerpads, before bullying in. Inside. 

You’re taking him so well - hips careening even further downwards when he’s feeding your greedy cunt with every long inch of his digits. Slow enough that you could count it - just about six, ringed inches all the way to his knuckles. 

Shit- it’s so hot inside, as if your pretty pussy was practically melting around him. Molding to his every shape as Choso’s driveling swirling around in rummaging little stripes down your gummy walls. Slow. Slick. 

Slender cylindrical intrusions that bump up deftly against your battered g-spots. The chilling stretch of his banded metal rings was too much. Your eager cunt is splattering out a pornographic little gush of your sweet, sweet juices all over again at the way he’s teasingly fondling over that magical spot. 

“J-jus’ a little higher, baby–” you’re spewing out. Deprived. 

And oh, Choso’s darkened eyes are practically lighting up. He doesn’t pull away from your bruised clit to answer - not even to breathe before vibrating out a keening, “Here?”

So desperate. 

Even needier than you. 

You’re blinking through large, globular tears that occupy the space behind your lids. Nodding, “A little more- jus- oh!”   

And Choso didn’t need to hear it from your lips. Hell, he didn’t even need to hear it from the way your snug channel was all but milking his fingers dry. Clinging on in a soppy kiss when he’s probing into your g-spot harder. Meaner. Because the way your intoxicating scent changes - concentrating ever-so-slightly makes Choso realize that you’re cumming before even you register it.

Slamming headfirst into your high, you’re plowing out a belated cry of “I- fuck- m’cumming, Cho. M’cumming, m’cumming-”

Sparks of white splinter your vision, and your knees find themselves just wrenching free from the lecherous comforts of the bed - but Choso won’t let you escape so easily. 

No. 

Barely batting an eye, he’s straining his biceps deadlocked around your legs. Pinning you to the bed until you could barely squirm, barely do anything but take his punishing little clashes against your g-spot head-on. Bumping in. Over and over. 

Choso suckles on your clit like his favorite little gummy, stretching and nibbling until you see stars with your orgasm. 

“Don’t run away-” he’s puffing out into your cunt, the very idea of parting with drizzling pussy making him yelp out a pained grunt. “P-please don’t run away- I promised to make a mess. O-one more f’me, beautiful?”

You’re just molten at his touch. Ravenous and overwhelmingly greedy for you as much as you were for him. Something carnal inside you screaming for more-

“H-hear her?” His eyes are drifting closed at the pulpy little noises your cunt mashes on. Dangling ear piercings twinkling when he’s leering even closer to hear. “Tellin’ me she’s gonna give her- hngh- alpha one more.” Fuck, Choso’s features decorate with the most blazing blush at his own words. How embarrassing. “Wontcha use my mouth all over again? I didn’t get fuuuuck- messy ‘nough last time…”

And as if to prove his point, Choso traces a slow glide of his worked tongue across the sloppily wet coating that drips down his lips. Just for a second.

Your veins bubble sensitively with need at the broken whine sounding from the back of Choso’s throat when you drag him even snugger between your legs. Puffs of leaky pheromones driving the two of you wild, making your hips stutter out a slurring pace up and down his face. 

“Th-this pussy is all f’me- isn’t it, my girl? S’all f’me?”

Even sloppier once you battle out a nod.  

Your cunt is extra slobbery because of your heat anyways, but Choso’s making such a mess on purpose. 

Eyes running away to the back of his head, tongue lolling out even messier. He’s planting such dousing draws of saliva, lathering your sweet spots mercilessly. And his fingers- oh, his fingers were relentless. Shovelling up in solid, wet nudges until you’re able to feel every circular indent of his digits on your g-spot. 

Every run of his manicured nails across where you’re sure you were beginning to get bruised. And every-so-often whenever his eyes glaze green with raw greed - with slight, stupid jealousy over his fingers - you’d peek at Choso plunging his digits into his mouth and sucking.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Matching the lecherous sound of your thundering heartbeat, you can feel yourself squeal at the overstimulating touches. Sobbing out the cutest little whines that make Choso chuckle, “Easy– easy there, my girl.” Letting your cunt free with a sodden pwah! only to spit. Once. Twice. A sticky wad of his thick saliva that blusters its way to coat your puffy pussy lips, “You’re cumming again, right? A-all over my face?”

You’re nodding - nodding and nodding so hard, but that wasn’t enough for Choso Kamo. 

He wasn’t satisfied until a slow pull of your clit right from between his pearly whites had you bawling out. The backs of your hands dipping upwards to hide your face - which he quickly, and calculatedly spanks away with his free hand. “M’gonna cum soon- ngh- please- Cho- don’ stop.”

Hah, if this was any other time then Choso might’ve laughed. 

Might’ve teased you until you were begging for him in that cute voice once more. But maybe it’s the way his alpha was clawing at his chest from the insides to give you whatever you want, maybe it was the way seeing you fall apart on your heat like this all over him had his cock twitching-

Because Choso only smiles - drunk. Dazed. “Cum f’me, p-please. Ruin me, ma’am..”

He was ruined alright. 

Absolutely sugar-coated with your overlaying juices - it’s dripping down his bed and disappearing into the now see-through fabric of his undershirt like a badge of honor. A badge to say that he’s made you cum for the second time on his mouth. 

That he’s made you squirt. 

Splattering out all over his face with every slurping taste - and yet, Choso still couldn’t get enough. Sweeping up the milky droplets, Choso’s boring his heady gaze right into your widened eyes when he’s leering his mouth agape to make you spy the way each splash slides down his throat. 

God- you’re seeing white all over again. You’re seeing spots, having you gulp in necessary gasps of the soiled air to once more regain your steady heartpace. 

“Ch-Choso-” you’re struggling, voice brittle and gone. Frantically trying to haul - to force - Choso from his favorite home between your cunt, to stop his greedy tongue. “S’enough- can’t cum anymore can’t- ngh-”

“But, beautiful–”

Shit- it would be so easy to get swept up all over again. Because Choso was parched, and he was still far from having his fill. 

Words tinting with a slightly commanding tone, you’re making something dark and primal rear its head when you manhandle him upwards with one hand in his locks, and another on his undershirt. So heavy but pliant. 

Up, up, up-

“Choso–” you’re mumbling out. And before you know it, Chosos hands had toppled you over into the cushiony mattress, and yours were tracing the edge of his too-tight boxers. Tugging. Needy. “I-I want these- off-”

“Anything.” He’s echoing, like it was all that he could right about now. Dewey brows scrunching up into something of a beg, you’re catching the way his Adam’s apple bobs. Deprived. “Anything f-for you-”

Fuck- in your currently woozy state you’re not sure if Choso removed his pants or if he ripped them off. Stumbling and tripping to let the few scarce tatters droop into the floor in a sullen pile. 

With a gulp, your fingers skitter across the planes of his useless undershirt - letting his pretty, bulging muscles peek out at you from underneath when you slide them off of him. Palms smearing in gluttonous little touches across his push pecs, down his rippling abs, down that lusciously dark happy trail and oh-

“S-something the matter, beautiful?” Choso’s heaving in a struggling gulp at the way your gorgeous eyes widen, maw slacking into a soft oh! Head tilting innocently, “M’your hah- best friend, you can tell me a-anythin’.”

“You’re just so…” Comes the whirling answer, your voice slow and alcoholic. He was getting drunk on your words already. “...big.”

Not only was Choso big - he was massive. 

The fat, rotund circle of his head ruddied a strawberry pink, gradiating all the way down his shaft to meet blend into his creamy base. He was so hard that it looked painful, visibly throb! throb! throbbing, bumpy lightning bolts of his veins hammering up at you cheekily. He was so pretty - thick enough that you’re feeling your cunt clench already. Even the burn of your stare has Choso’s reddish divot weeping out a few ropey spurts of pre. Making you dizzy with the incredible size and that musky vanilla scent of his. 

And was that-

Oh. Fuck.

It was.

Through the honeyed slew of precum pooling at Choso’s thick tip, you’re gasping at the slight wink of something metallic. 

Without thinking - without even breathing - you’re drifting your hand down to thumb those syrupy globules thin. Discovering the absolute treasure chest that was a studded Prince Albert’s piercing right near the weepy edge of Choso’s shaft. 

“I got if for- you- Gotta a-another one, y’know-” His gentle rasp jolts you out of your sinful reverie, engulfing hands guiding your own to wrap around his flushed tip and peek under. Right on the slippery sliver of his slit, “A ngh- matching one. Th-thought you might like it…”

Oh- two. 

And, embarrassingly, you can feel the way your scent turns headier. Hypnotizing. Enough so that Choso can’t help the way he’s hanging by a bare thread, head falling into the crook of your neck to breathe in. “Y-you act so innocent but…” 

“But m’only l-like this for you.” He’s tucking your tender earlobe between his teeth. “P-promise. I haven’t even…”

Ah, a virgin. 

Sweet and absolutely gifted. 

And something about it was so cute the way Choso was acting exactly like it. Every wordless toy of your fingers up and down his sensitive glans, making him snarl a lipbite. Girthy length fucking up in shuddering slams into the cushiony tunnel of your palm. Weightily muscled abs flexing with heat when you’re running a thumb under his head to press down on that silver piercing. 

“S-so tiny- heh- your pretty hands are so tiny takin’ my cock, beautiful.” he’s giggling - giggling. Perspiration-simmered forehead knocking into yours, Choso’s letting his tired head loll there and bore into your eyes. “You needa ngh- fuck! Needa slow down, my girl, m’already so close jus’ from making out with yer sweet c-cunt out.” Already close. Just from eating you out. “Else m’n-not gonna be able to control it-”

“I can handle it–” you’re pouting stubbornly. Soft digits clenching even tighter around his cock, and shit, Choso lets his head fall into the junction between your shoulder and your neck. 

Finding himself growing more needy. More feral. Tight, hot curdling in his stomach building up and up.

“M’serious.” His lilting voice breaks, teeth skimming over the pulpy flesh of your sweetened pheromone glands. Nibbling. His incredibly shaky fingers wrap around your shoulders, “Please- ngh- please m’gonna break ya.”

And it’s like you wanted him to.

Dick twitching at those filthy fingers of yours - the way they only pump him faster. And faster. Tighter around the hefty base, more teasing up the slippery slope of his tip - like you were trying to milk out something delicious. 

And you can already feel the way your mouth lathers with a fresh coating of saliva, face inching closer and closer to the bawling peak of his swollen cock. Wanting oh-so-badly to taste the silver of his Prince Albert’s. 

“But I want you to, Cho.”

SMACK!

You’re left stupidly stunned when Choso’s behemoth palm coils like a tight shackle around your tender throat. Pulling you away from his achy cock in a flash, you’re being thrown around like his own personal ragdoll. 

And Choso snickers at the way you’re bouncing cutely on the plush mattress, legs drooping wider and wider agape with every sleazy second he really can’t help but leer over you. Wrangling those boneless legs of yours over his shoulder with a sharp click of his tongue. 

“I-I already told you, beautiful–” he’s bending down, down down to nose along your sweat-dotted cheeks, your skin stark hot against the icy chain of his silver necklace. Chest grumbling with a slight purr. “M’gonna make such a mess of you- can I?”

And that drunken look in Choso’s eyes made him look like he would absolutely shatter if you let your lips shape into a teasing no right about now. Like those warm, salted tears spattering from the corners of his half-lidded eyes and right onto your cheeks would only hasten. 

“Can I- please, my girl- jus’ wanna-” His lips wobble adorably when his sobbing cock glides a slow line between the mushy lips of your pussy. A graze for a graze of his mouth down your own. “-wanna make you mine.”

And just the tip - just a single fat inch shoved into your gummy hole is all it takes for Choso to whimper. 

You’re brushing over his precious cheek, “Ch-Cho, are you okay?”

And Choso can’t answer - hell, he doesn’t think he could even if he wanted to. Because that gushing little clench of your clingy walls all around his sodden wet tip absolutely ruins him. Delicate rivulets of slobber streaming down the smiling edges of his tongue, he’s puffing out an open-mouthed, “No- fuck- d-do I look okay?”

He didn’t.

He seemed like he was burning up - fucked-out already, practically. Pecs rippling with a bolting flex, muscled body shirking with violent shivers when with a low keen of your name - Choso’s cumming. 

“No-” he’s crying out, head flailing backwards. Just from putting it inside for the first time. “No no no no- m’not s’pposed to- yet-”

But he was. Hips recklessly meandering again and again into yours - slight, tugging grinds of just his thickened tip like Choso was afraid of sinking into your heavenly pussy anymore. Like he knew it would break him even more. 

Have him flooding out voluminous ribbons of thick seed, splattering against your spongy channel, and smearing around in dripping vertical patterns with every one of his animalistic ruts. 

“Give it t’me–” you’re locking your ankles even tighter. Prattling out such filthy nonsense that you’re sure you’d get embarrassed about had you not been in your heat. “I-I need your cum, baby- wan’ it allll inside me-”

“Ngh-” Choso’s letting off a broken sound at the back of his throat, squeezing your own with that one hand of his happily making its home there. Blocking off your airway, your heady pheromones only struggle to waft out even more. Saturating. “D-don’t talk like that- n-not outta ya pussy, beautiful.”

“But I w-ngh! want it-”

He gulps, “A-are you sure?” Because this is his best friend - this is the one person he’d never even dreamt of having because that was too dangerous. Too fanciful. The one person he’d written about in every diary, and gotten teased for it by his family just the same. Perfect. 

Yet, you’re so stubborn when you’re in heat. “Mhm– wan’ you to…breed me.”

And he loved it.

Couldn’t get enough of it - or you. 

Choso’s scrambling up one of his jostling hands to latch your hips into a perfect almost-semicircle. Lower lip worried underneath his canines when he’s wiping his fat thumb over the dewdrops of seed treacling from your soppy slit. 

That digit finds its way rummaging between your lips, “Lock it.”

This time, you don’t need it said twice - you don’t even need it to be a command.

Because Choso’s reigning up his own hand to pin both your ankles behind his head, and you think you’ll forever remember just how hot he looked this way. Biceps bulging with the strain, simmering with a slick sheen of perspiration, and his hips-

Oh, it’s like any and every slip of restraint in Choso’s hulking body snapped. 

Because with a loud, saturated squelch! you’re being filled up to what it feels like your lungs with every solid inch of his engorged girth. Inflating your tender insides, buttering your poor cervix with a thick stream of pre when he’s kissing it with a wet thwack!

“Oh- oh.” Choso’s head pushes into the crook of your neck, into your pillow until you were sure that it was soaked with tears of absolute bliss. “Th-this feels nothing l-like my ngh- hand. S’so much more heavenly-”

Yet, you weren’t in the right state of mind to be paying attention to the utter filth that was spilling from your innocent best friend’s mouth. Breath choking up in a lead ball in your throat, you whisper, “Ch-Cho…s’that your knot?”

Your slicked-up folds puckering up in a wet snog against the overinflated ring ballooning around his thick base. The sheer thumping circumference of it makes you squeeze-

“Y-yes–” he’s humming out. The sodden base of his cock thwack! thwack! thwacking your bruising entrance when he’s rutting in and out. Sloppy. Slow. Still trying not to see stars. “God- s’even softer than I ngh- imagined.”

And soft you were. 

This is what your sweet pussy felt like? This good? This should be fucking illegal, he was babbling out - but wouldn’t realize until much, much later. 

Being spearheaded open with every unapologetic rifle to fill you up, the leftover dredges of Choso’s seed trickle a slippery pathway leading him to ambush your g-spot head on. Stubbing his cool metal piercing into your sweetened bullseyes so hard, you swear you could feel the indenting divot of that sinful Prince Albert’s.

“There?” Mesmerized, his eyes grow wide. “R-right there?”

And he’s hot - so feverish. 

Glissading body on top of yours burning up with radiating heat, fracturing our rationality just as much as the sweet vanilla scent of his pheromones were. That tiny heart friendship charm on his necklace hitting your collarbones in a dirty staccato. 

You can feel yourself start to drool with how stupid Choso’s cock was fucking you, curling a few neat raking lines down his statuesquely muscled back. It makes him just arch his cock even deeper to jostle your snug insides riotously. 

“I-imagined about me a lot?” Ah, you’re finding it in yourself to smirk.

Something that Choso’s jackhammering out in quick, increasingly sloppy juts of his hips. Slathering the entirety of his cock with your slicked juices. 

“O-of course.” He’s shifting his eyes gingerly away from yours with a boyish blush. But now that Choso had started talking, he couldn’t stop. “Always wan’ed to f-fuck you through a rut or h-heat like this- to-” Couldn’t keep from hiking up a flattened foot to angle his pierced cockhead into every untouched inch inside you. The special upright curve of his shaft driving you mad. “-to absolutely ruin you and-” The hand at your legs hover right over where he was plummeting your insides with gluey kisses - your womb. “-and make you mine. Ours.”

Ours. 

God, just the mere act of confessing those embarrassing little words had Choso’s hulking body practically melting into yours. 

It’s like his abs were made of adhesive, massaging up and down your front. Drowning you into the plethora of wrecked sheets and him when he’s collapsing on top of you - but still going. Still placing pound after pound. 

“I-I want that too-” And you think you hear Choso sharply gasp, but you can’t confirm over your popping ears. “Always wanted it- ah- wanted you to fuck a baby into me, Cho.”

SLAM!

The slowly-splintering bedframe creaks when one particularly harsh rut has the headboard slamming into the wall behind. 

And that’s all he needed to hear. 

A baby - he wants a baby. He needs one - and this wasn’t just his alpha talking - and he was going to get it.

All that Choso thinks he ever could hear all through his honeyed mind for the rest of his life. Replaying it over and over in his mind like his favorite catchy tune. 

You don’t miss the way that he looks so in love above you, gaze practically heart-eyed and gone. Choso’s raw, swollen lips meteor shower your face with peck after peck - just in time with the collisions of his rounded tip into your sweet spots. 

“Boy or girl?”

“H-huh?” you’re questioning, barely-lucidly. 

“Boy or girl.”

And after those senseless little answers are falling from your lips, Choso’s brushing a hand over your lower tummy. Pushing. Hard. Until his twitchy knot was covered in buttery residues of cum, “Ah- a-always wan’ed a daughter with ya first. With your c-cute smile and ngh- eyes.”

Huffing out an embarrassed, “Choso.”

And he’s only scooping back in the leaky sediments of seed that he’s responsible for making a mess of. Turning a slow thumb right over your tight ring of muscle, “Gonna have my- ngh- style of course, heh- you’d be the best momma. D-don’t care if you’re my best friend, m’gonna breed ya until you’re overspilling, beautiful.”

You needed it so badly. Your heat turning up a notch until it felt like you were boiling from the inside out, candied scent drifting more. 

He’s giggling out, dark lashes batting without his permission. “M’gonna- ngh- take care of you-”. The hand caressing your elastic entrance flies upwards to get cleaned off by his own tongue - before prying your jaw sagging open to spit. “Goood fuckin’ care. N’ hopefully you’ll end up p-pregnant…hopefully.”

He’s encircling the dip in your waist and dragging you forwards to smack against his washboard abs. Unable to squirm. Unable to run away. “Gonna be the p-prettiest momma- the ngh- most beautiful.” Other hand restricting your throat so cozily that your vision tinges with black, “Gonna be mine.”

And when you’re cumming, it’s with those exact words in mind.

The way your sopping walls were milking him for all he’s worth - so greedily - shoving Choso to tip over the edge, too. 

Choso’s letting his body sexily cave into yours, not breaking even a mere inch apart when he’s got you trapped and overfilled with every dollop of his cum icing your insides. And right now you could already feel the way your scents were mixing, the way Choso turns slightly cross-eyed- 

Before sharply turning to your glands and biting. 

Hard. 

His predatory canines break through your epidermis layer like butter, a crimson lipstain gushing from the wound and staining his lips a handsome rouge. 

And - only belatedly, once your omega’s snapping at you with her teeth bared - do you realize that it’s your turn to do the same. As if you would want any other. 

Locking your jaw to dig into his pale, dampish throat, Choso sucks in his cheek to muffle the slightest whine when you’re wringing him through every speck of bliss he could possibly ever feel in a lifetime. Furious cock stuttering out a few more lazy wisps of cum at the mingling feeling of finally being yours. 

“Not ‘nough-” He’s eyeing the leftover ring of cum painting his knot, “Can I fill ya up m-more? Please? Please- my girl.”

You’re pulling away with a woozy nod to rub your thumb over the dug indents of your teeth, gently soothing slow circles over the feral sting. 

Filling you up over and over with each pound, he’s fucking you into the mattress like he hates you. And he’s fucking you like every shuddering ram had a creamy ounce of cum pouring into your gummy walls. Glueing in wet splats against your g-spot, your cervix, like a second sloppy skin. 

Generous helpings of cum drifting into almost blanks-

“Heh- haaaah- y’know tha’s makin’ me still c-cum, beautiful.” Choso’s leaving sodden kisses on your own mark, your lips. “M’sorry m’sorry I- I can’t stop- I just- can’t.”

And it’s sheer animal nature in you that’s screaming at you that you don’t want him to stop until you’re sure it takes. That’s bending down a hand as much as deftly as possible to wrap around Choso’s slightly softening cock - that only tuts in impatience. 

“Wh-when I said inside-” You’re pumping his soaked base as much as possible, feeling the stiffening twitch at his tip buried inside you. “-I mean- inside-”

It’s like you’re being split-apart - like you couldn’t be any fuller if you tried. 

And, yet, only the very curvaceous top of Choso’s inflated knot had bullied its way in-between your lewdly stretched hole. Gaping a pathway so incredibly girthy that it makes you scrunch your brows, head tumbling backwards. 

“Oh- oh, my greedy, greedy girl.” But Choso doesn’t look one bit admonishing - not one bit. Slithering a hand down to your cunt, he’s steamrolling two thick pads of his fingers. Rubbing up against your squeamish walls, scissoring your tight entrance so amply open. “I can put it…inside. R-really, really inside?”

Oh, Choso doesn’t know what blessings he’s received in his past lives. But absolutely nothing could have prepared him for how swelteringly hot and cushy you were around his fat knot. 

Swallowing up the bulging circlet, plugging up your seeping slit safely so that you’re not spilling a single glutinous splotch of his cum. So that it will take. It’s such a tight fit. Such a burning stretch. You felt so full you could burst with every throb of his swollen knot probing your walls. 

Ah, you look so pretty this way.

And Choso’s half-wishing he had a camera to capture this moment. With his lips pressing a few syrupy kisses along every inch of skin he could reach. Somewhere near your tummy - so full and slightly inflated with the copious amounts of cum that were dumped inside you. 

He’s murmuring something drunken - something you probably weren’t even supposed to hear. But at the curious tilt of your head, your best friend chews over his lips nervously. 

And a giddy smile plasters across your face at the saccharine love in your best friend’s eyes - the way he was probably mulling over asking you out on a date. There was no turning back at this point, and your omega purred in agreement as you got ready to say yes. For him to say a sweetened- 

“Marry me.”

A/N. You show up at the next Itadori family dinner with a ring and Sukuna has an actual heart attack.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[reussir-a-tout-prix]

Les 17 Huiles Végétales: Un Guide pour une Consommation Saine. De nombreuses huiles végétales sont hautement transformées et peuvent contenir des graisses malsaines. Opter pour des graisses plus saines comme l'huile d'olive ou l'huile de noix de coco peut être meilleur pour la santé de votre cœur. 17 Huiles Végétales: Un Guide pour une Consommation Saine Régime méditerranéen riche en noix, huiles et coupes végétales à feuilles risque d’une mort prématurée chez les femmes d’un TRIMESTRE, suggère une étude Les huiles végétales sont omniprésentes dans notre alimentation quotidienne, utilisées pour la cuisson, les vinaigrettes, les marinades et même comme ingrédients dans de nombreux produits alimentaires transformés. Cependant, toutes les huiles végétales ne sont pas créées égales, et certaines peuvent avoir des effets néfastes sur notre santé, notamment en ce qui concerne la santé cardiovasculaire. +57 ans, la liste noire des huiles d'olive à éviter pour votre santé - Les huiles hautement transformées, telles que l'huile de soja, l'huile de maïs et l'huile de canola, subissent des processus tels que le raffinage, le blanchiment et la désodorisation, qui peuvent éliminer des nutriments bénéfiques et introduire des composés nocifs. Ces huiles sont souvent riches en acides gras oméga-6, qui, en excès, peuvent contribuer à l'inflammation dans le corps et augmenter le risque de maladies chroniques, y compris les maladies cardiaques. Riche en acides gras monoinsaturés et en polyphénols Huiles-Essentielles-Huile de myrrhe est un remède naturel pour améliorer votre santé et votre bien-être D'un autre côté, des huiles comme l'huile d'olive et l'huile de noix de coco sont considérées comme des choix plus sains, principalement en raison de leur profil en acides gras plus équilibré et de la présence de composés bioactifs bénéfiques. L'huile d'olive, en particulier, est riche en acides gras monoinsaturés et en polyphénols, qui ont démontré des effets protecteurs sur la santé du cœur. L'huile de noix de coco, bien qu'elle contienne une quantité significative de graisses saturées, a été trouvée pour avoir un impact neutre ou même bénéfique sur les niveaux de cholestérol, selon la façon dont elle est consommée et le reste du régime alimentaire d'une personne. Huile De Tournesol Bio Dans Le Top 3 Des Huiles Les Plus Consommées 4 →A lire aussi Le cumin, une épice aux multiples bienfaits sur la santé, notamment sur le foie Il est essentiel de noter que la modération est la clé lorsqu'il s'agit de consommer des huiles végétales, même celles considérées comme saines. L'utilisation excessive de n'importe quelle huile peut contribuer à un apport calorique élevé et à un déséquilibre nutritionnel. huiles de CBD après un cours d’arts martiaux De plus, la manière dont les huiles sont utilisées pendant la cuisson peut également affecter leur impact sur la santé. Par exemple, chauffer une huile au-delà de son point de fumée peut entraîner la formation de composés nocifs. Pour une consommation saine d'huiles végétales, voici quelques recommandations : 17 Huiles Végétales: Un Guide pour une Consommation Saine - Privilégiez les huiles pressées à froid, telles que l'huile d'olive extra vierge, qui subissent moins de traitement et conservent davantage de leurs propriétés nutritionnelles. - Variez les types d'huiles utilisées pour bénéficier d'un éventail de graisses saines et de composés phytochimiques. - Utilisez des huiles stables à haute température, comme l'huile d'avocat, pour la cuisson à la poêle ou la friture. - Intégrez d'autres sources de graisses saines dans votre alimentation, comme les avocats, les noix et les graines, qui fournissent également des fibres, des protéines et des vitamines essentielles. →A lire aussi 7 bienfaits insoupçonnés du Vinaigre de cidre (surtout si vous avez trop mangé !) En conclusion, choisir les bonnes huiles végétales et les utiliser judicieusement peut jouer un rôle significatif dans le maintien d'une bonne santé cardiaque et d'un régime alimentaire équilibré.

Il est important de rester informé et conscient des choix alimentaires que nous faisons chaque jour pour soutenir notre bien-être global.

[devenirmilliardaire]

Les 17 Huiles Végétales: Un Guide pour une Consommation Saine. De nombreuses huiles végétales sont hautement transformées et peuvent contenir des graisses malsaines. Opter pour des graisses plus saines comme l'huile d'olive ou l'huile de noix de coco peut être meilleur pour la santé de votre cœur. 17 Huiles Végétales: Un Guide pour une Consommation Saine Régime méditerranéen riche en noix, huiles et coupes végétales à feuilles risque d’une mort prématurée chez les femmes d’un TRIMESTRE, suggère une étude Les huiles végétales sont omniprésentes dans notre alimentation quotidienne, utilisées pour la cuisson, les vinaigrettes, les marinades et même comme ingrédients dans de nombreux produits alimentaires transformés. Cependant, toutes les huiles végétales ne sont pas créées égales, et certaines peuvent avoir des effets néfastes sur notre santé, notamment en ce qui concerne la santé cardiovasculaire. +57 ans, la liste noire des huiles d'olive à éviter pour votre santé - Les huiles hautement transformées, telles que l'huile de soja, l'huile de maïs et l'huile de canola, subissent des processus tels que le raffinage, le blanchiment et la désodorisation, qui peuvent éliminer des nutriments bénéfiques et introduire des composés nocifs. Ces huiles sont souvent riches en acides gras oméga-6, qui, en excès, peuvent contribuer à l'inflammation dans le corps et augmenter le risque de maladies chroniques, y compris les maladies cardiaques. Riche en acides gras monoinsaturés et en polyphénols Huiles-Essentielles-Huile de myrrhe est un remède naturel pour améliorer votre santé et votre bien-être D'un autre côté, des huiles comme l'huile d'olive et l'huile de noix de coco sont considérées comme des choix plus sains, principalement en raison de leur profil en acides gras plus équilibré et de la présence de composés bioactifs bénéfiques. L'huile d'olive, en particulier, est riche en acides gras monoinsaturés et en polyphénols, qui ont démontré des effets protecteurs sur la santé du cœur. L'huile de noix de coco, bien qu'elle contienne une quantité significative de graisses saturées, a été trouvée pour avoir un impact neutre ou même bénéfique sur les niveaux de cholestérol, selon la façon dont elle est consommée et le reste du régime alimentaire d'une personne. Huile De Tournesol Bio Dans Le Top 3 Des Huiles Les Plus Consommées 4 →A lire aussi Le cumin, une épice aux multiples bienfaits sur la santé, notamment sur le foie Il est essentiel de noter que la modération est la clé lorsqu'il s'agit de consommer des huiles végétales, même celles considérées comme saines. L'utilisation excessive de n'importe quelle huile peut contribuer à un apport calorique élevé et à un déséquilibre nutritionnel. huiles de CBD après un cours d’arts martiaux De plus, la manière dont les huiles sont utilisées pendant la cuisson peut également affecter leur impact sur la santé. Par exemple, chauffer une huile au-delà de son point de fumée peut entraîner la formation de composés nocifs. Pour une consommation saine d'huiles végétales, voici quelques recommandations : 17 Huiles Végétales: Un Guide pour une Consommation Saine - Privilégiez les huiles pressées à froid, telles que l'huile d'olive extra vierge, qui subissent moins de traitement et conservent davantage de leurs propriétés nutritionnelles. - Variez les types d'huiles utilisées pour bénéficier d'un éventail de graisses saines et de composés phytochimiques. - Utilisez des huiles stables à haute température, comme l'huile d'avocat, pour la cuisson à la poêle ou la friture. - Intégrez d'autres sources de graisses saines dans votre alimentation, comme les avocats, les noix et les graines, qui fournissent également des fibres, des protéines et des vitamines essentielles. →A lire aussi 7 bienfaits insoupçonnés du Vinaigre de cidre (surtout si vous avez trop mangé !) En conclusion, choisir les bonnes huiles végétales et les utiliser judicieusement peut jouer un rôle significatif dans le maintien d'une bonne santé cardiaque et d'un régime alimentaire équilibré.

Il est important de rester informé et conscient des choix alimentaires que nous faisons chaque jour pour soutenir notre bien-être global.

[baitibindja]

Les 17 Huiles Végétales: Un Guide pour une Consommation Saine. De nombreuses huiles végétales sont hautement transformées et peuvent contenir des graisses malsaines. Opter pour des graisses plus saines comme l'huile d'olive ou l'huile de noix de coco peut être meilleur pour la santé de votre cœur. 17 Huiles Végétales: Un Guide pour une Consommation Saine Régime méditerranéen riche en noix, huiles et coupes végétales à feuilles risque d’une mort prématurée chez les femmes d’un TRIMESTRE, suggère une étude Les huiles végétales sont omniprésentes dans notre alimentation quotidienne, utilisées pour la cuisson, les vinaigrettes, les marinades et même comme ingrédients dans de nombreux produits alimentaires transformés. Cependant, toutes les huiles végétales ne sont pas créées égales, et certaines peuvent avoir des effets néfastes sur notre santé, notamment en ce qui concerne la santé cardiovasculaire. +57 ans, la liste noire des huiles d'olive à éviter pour votre santé - Les huiles hautement transformées, telles que l'huile de soja, l'huile de maïs et l'huile de canola, subissent des processus tels que le raffinage, le blanchiment et la désodorisation, qui peuvent éliminer des nutriments bénéfiques et introduire des composés nocifs. Ces huiles sont souvent riches en acides gras oméga-6, qui, en excès, peuvent contribuer à l'inflammation dans le corps et augmenter le risque de maladies chroniques, y compris les maladies cardiaques. Riche en acides gras monoinsaturés et en polyphénols Huiles-Essentielles-Huile de myrrhe est un remède naturel pour améliorer votre santé et votre bien-être D'un autre côté, des huiles comme l'huile d'olive et l'huile de noix de coco sont considérées comme des choix plus sains, principalement en raison de leur profil en acides gras plus équilibré et de la présence de composés bioactifs bénéfiques. L'huile d'olive, en particulier, est riche en acides gras monoinsaturés et en polyphénols, qui ont démontré des effets protecteurs sur la santé du cœur. L'huile de noix de coco, bien qu'elle contienne une quantité significative de graisses saturées, a été trouvée pour avoir un impact neutre ou même bénéfique sur les niveaux de cholestérol, selon la façon dont elle est consommée et le reste du régime alimentaire d'une personne. Huile De Tournesol Bio Dans Le Top 3 Des Huiles Les Plus Consommées 4 →A lire aussi Le cumin, une épice aux multiples bienfaits sur la santé, notamment sur le foie Il est essentiel de noter que la modération est la clé lorsqu'il s'agit de consommer des huiles végétales, même celles considérées comme saines. L'utilisation excessive de n'importe quelle huile peut contribuer à un apport calorique élevé et à un déséquilibre nutritionnel. huiles de CBD après un cours d’arts martiaux De plus, la manière dont les huiles sont utilisées pendant la cuisson peut également affecter leur impact sur la santé. Par exemple, chauffer une huile au-delà de son point de fumée peut entraîner la formation de composés nocifs. Pour une consommation saine d'huiles végétales, voici quelques recommandations : 17 Huiles Végétales: Un Guide pour une Consommation Saine - Privilégiez les huiles pressées à froid, telles que l'huile d'olive extra vierge, qui subissent moins de traitement et conservent davantage de leurs propriétés nutritionnelles. - Variez les types d'huiles utilisées pour bénéficier d'un éventail de graisses saines et de composés phytochimiques. - Utilisez des huiles stables à haute température, comme l'huile d'avocat, pour la cuisson à la poêle ou la friture. - Intégrez d'autres sources de graisses saines dans votre alimentation, comme les avocats, les noix et les graines, qui fournissent également des fibres, des protéines et des vitamines essentielles. →A lire aussi 7 bienfaits insoupçonnés du Vinaigre de cidre (surtout si vous avez trop mangé !) En conclusion, choisir les bonnes huiles végétales et les utiliser judicieusement peut jouer un rôle significatif dans le maintien d'une bonne santé cardiaque et d'un régime alimentaire équilibré.

Il est important de rester informé et conscient des choix alimentaires que nous faisons chaque jour pour soutenir notre bien-être global.

[christophe76460]

DÉVOTION QUOTIDIENNE D'MFM. LA VIE AU SOMMET DE LA MONTAGNE.

mercredi 20 mars 2024

THÈME : COMMENT GARDER SON CIEL OUVERT - 𝟏

BIBLE EN UN AN : 1 Samuel 2, 1 Samuel 3, 1 Samuel 4, Hébreux 5, Hébreux 6.

ÉCRITURE DE FEU : Marc 1:9-11

VERSET DE MÉMOIRE :

Jérémie 32:17 - "Ah! Seigneur Éternel, Voici, tu as fait les cieux et la terre Par ta grande puissance et par ton bras étendu: Rien n`est étonnant de ta part."

CITATIONS INSPIRANTES :

Le ciel ouvert vous donne une vie abondante.

LOUANGE ET ADORATION :

Prenez des chants de louange et d’adoration dirigés par le Saint-Esprit.

PAROLE PROPHÉTIQUE DU JOUR :

Dieu ouvrira vos cieux aujourd'hui, au nom de Jésus.

LE MESSAGE :

Lorsque le ciel sur la vie d’une personne est ouvert, elle bénéficie de possibilités illimitées du ciel. Sa vie devient une agréable histoire de progrès et d’excellentes réalisations. Cependant, une personne qui aime le ciel ouvert doit apprendre à garder son ciel perpétuellement ouvert. Les puissances qui ferment le paradis des hommes doivent être tenues à distance.

Qu’est-ce que le ciel ouvert ? Le ciel ouvert, c’est avoir une faveur infinie auprès de Dieu et de l’homme. C'est une situation où nous avons tout ce dont nous avons besoin quand nous en avons besoin. Quelle vie incroyable de toujours profiter du ciel ouvert. Seul Dieu a le pouvoir d’ouvrir les cieux et c’est à nous de maintenir ces cieux ouverts. Il est de notre responsabilité de garder notre ciel perpétuellement ouvert. Mais la question est de savoir comment puis-je faire l’expérience du ciel ouvert ? Que dois-je faire en attendant mon ciel ouvert ?

Hébreux 11 :6 dit : « Or sans la foi il est impossible de lui être agréable; car il faut que celui qui s`approche de Dieu croie que Dieu existe, et qu`il est le rémunérateur de ceux qui le cherchent.» Vous devez d’abord croire que Dieu existe et qu’il est capable de tout faire. Dieu est pour vous la manière dont vous Le percevez. Si vous Le voyez comme le Tout-Puissant, Il se manifestera à vous comme le Tout-Puissant et si vous Le voyez comme un Dieu limité, c’est ce que vous obtenez. Lorsque vous croyez en Dieu en tant qu’Alpha et Oméga, vous devez lui abandonner totalement votre vie.

De plus, vous devez prier pour que le ciel soit ouvert ; vous devez prouver à Dieu que vous désirez vraiment un ciel ouvert en le demandant sincèrement. C'est le début de votre paradis ouvert. Maintenant, comment gardez-vous votre paradis ouvert ? En plus de continuer dans les choses qui vous ont permis d’avoir un ciel ouvert, vous devez faire davantage pour le maintenir. Vous devez continuer à vivre dans l'obéissance à la parole de Dieu. Dans Marc 1 :9-11, après le baptême de notre Seigneur Jésus-Christ, les cieux se sont ouverts et une voix du ciel a dit : « Celui-ci est mon Fils bien-aimé, en qui j'ai mis toute mon affection. » Vous devez vivre une vie agréable à Dieu. Vous devez marcher par la foi. Autrement dit, vous devez marcher dans le surnaturel.

POINTS DE PRIÈRE :

MATIN

1. Ô cieux sur ma vie, ouvrez-vous par le feu, au nom de Jésus.

2. O Seigneur, éloigne-moi de ceux qui me rétrogradent, au nom de Jésus.

3. Faveur divine, enveloppe ma vie, au nom de Jésus.

SOIR

4. Pouvoirs qui agissent contre mes cieux ouverts, mourez, au nom de Jésus.

5. Je refuse d'opérer sous un ciel fermé, par la puissance du sang de Jésus, au nom de Jésus.

6. Tout obstacle à mes cieux ouverts, meurs, au nom de Jésus.

7. Père Seigneur, protège mes cieux ouverts, au nom de Jésus.