Congratulations on the job i guess :') (the i guess is for the pain of having a 2nd job)
I have a genuine question. Have you ever considered moving elsewhere? I am not from America, but i see how the things with your health care system are for example and i have been thinking to myself "hmm...if i ever had to give birth in America, i'd be better off booking an appointment in Europe somewhere, give birth there and go back" or for surgeries! (I am sorry is just as a non-american i see the situation there and genuinely ask myself "how do people manage to live?") Not that in Europe it's easier, but the healthcare alone!
(Sorry for the ask, ignore it if it was insensitive. Best of luck with your jobs fr!)
If it was feasible? I’d move out of the US. But so much goes into that, so much money, so much effort. I also got a lot of belongings lmfaooo I don’t even wanna think about how much that would cost to ship over 😅
Plus my entire family is here, all of my friends. I’m envious of the people that have the time, money, and resources to be able to pick up their lives and move elsewhere but whew I don’t think I ever could 😅
But I’m also someone that makes a mountain out of an ant hill, it seems like a much bigger task than it may be lollll
Healthcare here is another beast don’t get me started LMAOOOO I got so many issues and so many specialists
But thank you!! I’m excited to have another source of income :3
Imagine Sylus being so pussy drunk that he doesn't even process that he's overstimulating the life out of you?
You've already snapped your thighs shut around his head, one hand pushing desperately against his hair as if it will somehow detach him from your poor, throbbing clit.
Your entire body is writhing to get away from him.
But his hands are iron-clad in their grip on your skin. You're not going anywhere, even as you manage to fight through the overwhelming pleasure and twist your upper half. Grabbing at the pillows, the sheets, anything for leverage to pull yourself up the bed.
But, Sylus holds firm, mouth latched on to your slippery cunt. You're nearly begging, trying anything to somehow dislodge your beast of a lover from your cunt.
Imagine somehow being able to get yourself from your back to your hands and knees.
Trying so hard to crawl away on trembling legs but you just can't seem to make them move fast enough.
Not that Sylus is letting you get very far. Large arms encompass your lower half in a bear hug, and his face is smushing itself embarrassingly deep into your sloppy sex.
Succumbing to the fact that you're not escaping him, nor are you escaping his eager mouth. Melting into the pillows, slack jawed and watery eyed as you fully give in to the pleasure he's giving you.
Sylus isn't quite about it either, no, he's a loud eater.
He's moaning and groaning into your cunt, slobbering down your thighs, nuzzling his entire head into the warmth between them.
Making Sylus and Zayne kiss after they get into an argument? It’s the only way you’ll talk to them and accept their apologies to each other as “sincere” lmfao 🤣
"I don't believe it."
They've been fighting for two weeks, yet somehow have come to an agreement an hour after you mentioned a sex ban? Yeah, no way you're buying this.
"It's true." Sylus smirks, the picture of truth. But Zayne won't quite meet your eyes. He hates lying to you. It's his best feature.
"Well if you've really made up...kiss."
Annoyance flickers on Zayne's face. The argument had rubbed him the wrong way, and it's clear Sylus still hasn't earned any physical affection just yet.
"I don't see the point of that. We've told you we made up, isn't that enough?" Zayne shifts uncomfortably, while Sylus's smirk only grows. He knows they've been caught red-handed. But he can't give up an opportunity to get on Zayne's nerves.
He pulls him into a kiss easily, one Zayne doesn't fight. They meld into each other, and you can see the tension slowly release from their bodies. If they hadn't made up before, they definitely had now.
When they pull away for air, two sets of eyes hazy with pleasure meet yours.
You know what we need to talk about? Sylus and Zayne competing to see who can make you cum the quickest
Even worse, they break it down into categories.
1. Fingers
2. Mouth
3. Cocks
My personal opinion? Zayne is winning round one, I mean we all saw his last banner card. That hand was WET ASF. Sylus is winning round 2, and I fear he just might be winning round 3 as well. But it depends on position.
Naturally… that opens a whole new can of worms. Now they’re trying to see who can make you cum the quickest in missionary, doggy, mating press, lotus…
Like not only are you waking up to Sylus with bed head, morning voice, and bleary eyes. But you're waking up to him fully naked, with the lingering memories of all the physical activities you two had just partook in some odd hours prior...
The evidence is not only present on your bodies - through bruises, bites, scratches, and the occasional carefully placed hickey. But your environment carries the memories too.
Clothes still lying on the floor, decorative pillows still tossed hazardously to the bottom of the bed. Sheets still in a disarray except for where they're dragged over your bare bodies.
You find yourself staring at him, your head still resting on his outstretched arm, eyes lingering on the rise and fall of his bare chest. You want to bury your face in the crook of his neck, much like you had a few hours ago. You want to devour him just as you had last night...
Out of all moments you could utter those words, you truly didn’t think it would be right now.
You just couldn’t help yourself, not when he had you bent into the mattress like this. The brutal pace of his hips falter, eyes widening slightly as he stares down at you. The intensity of his aether core had you squirming.
“You what?”
He bottomed out, pressing the dull head of his weeping cock into the soft, velvety wall of your cervix. He has to swallow a groan, you’re fucking ovulating.
“I-I want a baby, Sy…” you feel your lips trembling as you speak, one hand shaking as it detaches from his shoulder to cup his flushed, sweaty cheek. “Don’t say things in the heat of the moment you don’t mean, kitten.” He presses a little harder, punishingly, as if testing your resolve.
You mewl, hips instinctively jerking up but he grips your hips harder to drag you back down. “M’not saying something I-I don’t mean, Sy.”
You’re gasping, clenching around his throbbing cock as he mercilessly keeps you pinned in place.
“You’re speaking from a place of clouded judgment.” He reasons, not hurt or turned off, just trying to rationalize your sudden confession. “Sylus, I’m being s-so serious…!”
Still, he looks down at you quizzically. It sets a fire in your stomach, anger bubbling through the pleasure as you draw your other hand from his shoulder to grab on to the other side of his face. It was nearly a slap, enough to startle him into blinking down at you as if he’d just realized what predicament you were both currently in.
“Why is it so hard for you to believe I’d want to have a baby with you? You’re my husband, Sylus.” You were so full of him, so pressed together it was truly impossible to tell where one started at the other ended. Those words seem to rattle something deep within his core, the crimson of his eye grew blinding for a moment. “Say that again.”
“You’re my husband, Sylus. I want to have your babies.”
The metal of your wedding band had long since adapted to the heat of his skin, resting smoothly against his beautifully flushed cheekbone.
“Give me a baby, Sylus. I want your baby so bad, I want to have a family with you. M’not just saying it because you’re making me feel so-so good…”
He’s twitching, every word is sending his body into overdrive and yet his mind can’t seem to catch up. He’s staring at you, mouth cutely agape, unable to make his hips restart their motion. “Sylus, please.”
You attempt to move for him, but his grip is still iron on your skin. He’s keeping you in place, breathing heavy as he tries so desperately to sort himself. “Sylus, if you give me a baby, I’ll finally do it. I’ll join Onychinus.” Your last ditch effort, before adding oh so softly “Unless… you don’t want to have babies with me. I understand…”
There it is, the actual slap back to reality.
No words can convey what he wants to say in that moment, but thankfully, his body finally obeys him. You’re smothered by his mouth, lips melding perfectly against your own and swallowing up any doubts that had begun to creep into your mind. His hips move with brutal force once more, pounding you so deeply the bed creaks.
“There is nothing…” he’s gasping into your open mouth, your jaw having gone slack from pleasure. “…I’d want more in this life…” he’s so close, and judging by the way you’re clamping down around him, so are you. “…than to have a family with you. Don’t you dare ever think otherwise.”
If you weren’t melting from the pleasure radiating in your lower half, you’d give him shit for giving you such major whiplash. Though, you couldn’t necessarily blame him, could you? You did kind of spring this on him mid-fuck…
“Sylus m’gonna…” your hands slide back, leaving his face to bury themselves in the damp strands of silvery hair. You tug hard, crushing his lips against yours once more. You don’t need his verbal encouragement, not when his hand is slipping between your bodies to start circling your clit.
Your orgasm ruins you, stars spotting your vision as you nearly tug a chunk of his hair clean from his scalp. You barely process the fact that he’s cumming with you, filling you just as you asked him to.
“Thank you, thank you…” you manage, a lazy, breathless smile on your face as you pull away from him. Sylus, however, is smirking down at your fucked out expression.
“Don’t thank me until we know it sticks…” thumbing the sweat from your temple, he mutter softly. “Maybe a couple more rounds? Now that I know what you’re looking for me to do, I have to make sure I’m thorough…”
I’m tryna find my writing style again and now that I’m not flagged (yes imma bring this up all the time because I’m still so excited that my appeal was finally approved after two months lol) I have the motivation to write again… hopefully this is an okay read!
Out of all moments you could utter those words, you truly didn’t think it would be right now.
You just couldn’t help yourself, not when he had you bent into the mattress like this. The brutal pace of his hips falter, eyes widening slightly as he stares down at you. The intensity of his aether core had you squirming.
“You what?”
He bottomed out, pressing the dull head of his weeping cock into the soft, velvety wall of your cervix. He has to swallow a groan, you’re fucking ovulating.
“I-I want a baby, Sy…” you feel your lips trembling as you speak, one hand shaking as it detaches from his shoulder to cup his flushed, sweaty cheek. “Don’t say things in the heat of the moment you don’t mean, kitten.” He presses a little harder, punishingly, as if testing your resolve.
You mewl, hips instinctively jerking up but he grips your hips harder to drag you back down. “M’not saying something I-I don’t mean, Sy.”
You’re gasping, clenching around his throbbing cock as he mercilessly keeps you pinned in place.
“You’re speaking from a place of clouded judgment.” He reasons, not hurt or turned off, just trying to rationalize your sudden confession. “Sylus, I’m being s-so serious…!”
Still, he looks down at you quizzically. It sets a fire in your stomach, anger bubbling through the pleasure as you draw your other hand from his shoulder to grab on to the other side of his face. It was nearly a slap, enough to startle him into blinking down at you as if he’d just realized what predicament you were both currently in.
“Why is it so hard for you to believe I’d want to have a baby with you? You’re my husband, Sylus.” You were so full of him, so pressed together it was truly impossible to tell where one started at the other ended. Those words seem to rattle something deep within his core, the crimson of his eye grew blinding for a moment. “Say that again.”
“You’re my husband, Sylus. I want to have your babies.”
The metal of your wedding band had long since adapted to the heat of his skin, resting smoothly against his beautifully flushed cheekbone.
“Give me a baby, Sylus. I want your baby so bad, I want to have a family with you. M’not just saying it because you’re making me feel so-so good…”
He’s twitching, every word is sending his body into overdrive and yet his mind can’t seem to catch up. He’s staring at you, mouth cutely agape, unable to make his hips restart their motion. “Sylus, please.”
You attempt to move for him, but his grip is still iron on your skin. He’s keeping you in place, breathing heavy as he tries so desperately to sort himself. “Sylus, if you give me a baby, I’ll finally do it. I’ll join Onychinus.” Your last ditch effort, before adding oh so softly “Unless… you don’t want to have babies with me. I understand…”
There it is, the actual slap back to reality.
No words can convey what he wants to say in that moment, but thankfully, his body finally obeys him. You’re smothered by his mouth, lips melding perfectly against your own and swallowing up any doubts that had begun to creep into your mind. His hips move with brutal force once more, pounding you so deeply the bed creaks.
“There is nothing…” he’s gasping into your open mouth, your jaw having gone slack from pleasure. “…I’d want more in this life…” he’s so close, and judging by the way you’re clamping down around him, so are you. “…than to have a family with you. Don’t you dare ever think otherwise.”
If you weren’t melting from the pleasure radiating in your lower half, you’d give him shit for giving you such major whiplash. Though, you couldn’t necessarily blame him, could you? You did kind of spring this on him mid-fuck…
“Sylus m’gonna…” your hands slide back, leaving his face to bury themselves in the damp strands of silvery hair. You tug hard, crushing his lips against yours once more. You don’t need his verbal encouragement, not when his hand is slipping between your bodies to start circling your clit.
Your orgasm ruins you, stars spotting your vision as you nearly tug a chunk of his hair clean from his scalp. You barely process the fact that he’s cumming with you, filling you just as you asked him to.
“Thank you, thank you…” you manage, a lazy, breathless smile on your face as you pull away from him. Sylus, however, is smirking down at your fucked out expression.
“Don’t thank me until we know it sticks…” thumbing the sweat from your temple, he mutter softly. “Maybe a couple more rounds? Now that I know what you’re looking for me to do, I have to make sure I’m thorough…”
I’m tryna find my writing style again and now that I’m not flagged (yes imma bring this up all the time because I’m still so excited that my appeal was finally approved after two months lol) I have the motivation to write again… hopefully this is an okay read!
Why Zayne would be the most likely to get you pregnant by accident: A thesis by Soul
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆Yes I’m taking this dead serious and you should too… I’m kidding I just think this is funny I wasn’t expecting this much of a reaction to the initial post so now here we are… enjoy my thoughts :)
He's very in tune with your body, including your cycle.
Maybe too in tune with it. He knows your cycle like the back of his hand, knows it like all the cardiology textbooks he memorized in grad school. Hell, he can tell where you are in your cycle simply by the way you smell, by the way you taste... you get my point.
Zayne knowing you this well is touching, honestly. But it's also his biggest kryptonite because god dammit he just can't resist you. Especially when he knows you're ovulating.
2. He prefers taking preventative measures rather than you taking preventative measures.
Zayne knows how harmful birth control can be to your body. The pill has a side effect pamphlet that could double as a queen size blanket. An IUD is a painful insertion process even if you get pain meds. They mess with your hormones, with your cycle, can cause more issues than benefits in his opinion. It's just not worth it.
While he is more than willing to get a vasectomy for you - something that is reversible for when the time comes that you do actually plan to try for children - you keep telling him that condoms are more than effective and it's not worth the recovery process at this point... ;)
3. Zayne is very easily persuaded by you in the heat of the moment.
If you didn't catch my drift from above... you are very convincing when asking Zayne to take the condom off and fuck you raw.
He won't do it before sex, no he won't do it before or during foreplay either. But let him slip inside, let him feel how soft and warm you are... or at least let him try because that oh-so-thin layer of latex his holding him back from so much... and then try asking... he'll slip it off in a heartbeat. Consequences be damned... he'll pull out... or at least try.
4. Zayne's diet and life style provide him with pretty healthy swimmers... even with his sweets intake.
Zayne eats good, works out, tries his hardest to get enough sleep. All because of you, all for you. He now treats his body with care, even though he can't resist those damn macaroons, his healthy habits tend to balance out his unstoppable sweet tooth. Making the overall quality of his sperm good, strong, and... well... eager.
5. Zayne has an incredibly high sex drive.
Listen... he's pretty insatiable. The more frequently you do it... the higher the risk... and I mean the second you convince him to take the condom off he is not slipping a new one on for the next round... rounds.
In conclusion, Zayne is the most careful among all the love interests. He is so precise with everything he does that it’s almost… bound to happen? Listen, fate has never been outwardly kind to this man so the irony would just be comical at this point. Not that he’d be upset!
Zayne would love to be a dad, so if it happened a little ahead of schedule? He’d welcome them with open arms.
I really loved the dirty ideas/thoughts thing you did in december. Would you ever consider doing another one at some point?
It was really fun seeing other people's ideas, but to hear your thoughts about them as well.
I certainly would love to!
Especially now that my blog is no longer flagged as mature and I actually want to be on here again 🤣
I just take forever to answer my inbox, so while I’d probably keep up for the first hour or two of the prompt being posted, I’d def fizzle off and start to slack 😭
If I did this again, I’d also be open to trickling a few jjk thoughts in there! lol I’m randomly in a jjk mood after months for some reason but anywho…
Share your smut thoughts in my inbox ?
Yes!! And it’s fine if you take a bit to answer them all 🤣
I know I’m a LaDs blog but I am also an anime lover and sometimes I really can’t help but want to write about being fucked by true form Sukuna that nasty bastard…
Apparently I love asking you guys things and then promptly passing out for the night… I am so sorry 😭
I have two things I want to finish and post today for you guys and one of them is the detailed explanation on why I think Zayne would be the most likely to get you pregnant by accident 🙂↕️
theme change???? i'm so obsessed omg pink gang <3333
You sent this before I was done with my pinned post but yesss, I'm terrible with theme changes hence why Mwphisto has existed for over a year and this is only her 3rd ever blog theme change LOL
And thank youuuu pink is my favorite color everrrr which really doesn't go with my irl aesthetic at all but I love love love pink 💕
I genuinely appreciate my friends for not letting me be anti-social but my allergies are on 100 and I’m on the heaviest day of my period and they’re trying to drag me to a bonfire party tonight when I just wanna go home, lay in my bed and write, and then go to sleep tf
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