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House help caught red-handed knacking madam's 7-year-old son at night

A married woman has narrated how he caught her house help red-handed having intimate with his 7-year-old daughter. According to the anonymous lady, he picked her hose help, Sandra from her village to the city because she was respectful and took good care of her home. She said she enrolled her on the private school where her kids were. Fast forward to one Saturday night, the lady said her…

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Today, it's sinking in how the maids address me. I'm used to being "the child of the owner/master" so they used to address me informally, as you would a child. But now, with the new maids who didn't know me when I was younger, they address me by using "po" in their sentences (word denoting respect to people in authority/higher ranking than/older than you).

It's strange now, it makes me feel like I need to be more responsible somehow. It feels strange that they don't accept my invitations for them to eat at the table and they'd rather eat in the maids' quarters. One of the maids who was there when I was younger is working in the other house/townhouse so I don't see her as often. I kind of miss her. (She usually wouldn't sit with me at the table while I eat, but she does accompany me and talk to me while I'm being served. Although I rather she does sit with me...)

It feels strange as well, how I'm waited on hand and foot. From the sauces, to the sweeping, to cutting up my steak, and coming to check on me if I needed anything else while eating dinner. It feels like I'm a child but also not??? How confusing!!!! I'm not a child!!!!

Its confusing how I'm treated not as the master's child but one of the masters, but then everything is done for me. I can do it myselffff

I WANTED TO MAKE MAC AND CHEESE ON MY OWN.... one of the maids insisted on STIRRING THE CHEESE FOR ME please 😭😭😭😭 ITS MAC AND CHEESE. I can do it!!! I prommy

Like I physically felt the embarrassment. Standing in the dirty kitchen, twiddling my thumbs waiting for my MAC AND CHEESE to be stirred (not literally a dirty kitchen, it's the second kitchen at the back).

I wonder if anyone's felt this way. I'm sure that Ciel would be annoyed by Sebastian hovering over him for every little thing especially when he's grown older. But then again. Maybe not. They've gotten too used to how they are.

Anyway I'm bashing Ciel and Sebastian for having a relationship like they do lol. That is NOT a typical master-servant relationship. Take it from me.

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busy day todayy >< my grandmother's siblings are gonna be in the city for a while, and they'll be popping by a few times, so the wholeeee house and all the help are in spring cleaning mode lol

I've also got a few errands to run today so </3 Gonna be flitting around and doing my own thing, too haha

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・❥・Toji x f!reader

・❥・content -> nsfw, minors dni, sugar daddy-sugar baby dynamic, ceo!Toji, explicit smut, lore and lore, manipulation kinda, roleplay, kinda voice kink if you squint, spanking, blowjob, cunnilingu$, t!tplay, p -> v penetration, m@ting press, kinda mirror sex(?) , a liddol plot around megumi, creampie, lmk what I missed

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・❥・a.n: here’s my first take on @k9nto ‘s reddit collaboration (Tal baby Im so sorry it took like half our lifespan to submit lol). Entries are open, participate! and find the masterlist here . It took so long than I expected it to be sobs. I got into a massive toji brainrot and just poured every rotting thought in my brain in this. dividers by @/cafekitsune . Hope y'all like it

“Weren’t you supposed to be in Sweden today for a business meeting or something?” Megumi’s drawling voice was what broke the layer of silence on the breakfast table. Toji peeks from the shield of newspaper, eyebrows raised in a gesture of mulling over the question before he spoke out.

“Ahh yes. I cancelled the flight.”, his tone nonchalant as if he was explaining why he skipped breakfast. The words, simple as they might sound, held a sense of power and unbending authority as if mere words of his are capable of turning the tide. Which is true considering most businesses in vicinity are under the palm of his hand ;therefore, cancelling such meeting, losing few million yens of deal here and there isn’t gonna bother him in the slightest.

The board is majorly his and what he says goes around that circular mahogany table. Besides, staying at home today was more of his priority than listening to some mind numbing presentation of a business which earns meagre profit to live by. 

No, he had something important on his mind. 

“Are you sure? Last time I heard, this meeting seemed important for the merger or something”, Megumi’s inquisitive voice once again drew Toji’s attention. His dark teal eyes twinkles with amusement at his son’s newfound curiosity. 

“Showing interest in business, Megumi? How about you go instead of me, what say?” His teasing, booming voice flustering Megumi as he ignored the comment, suddenly being ten times more interested in his breakfast. 

“You usually don’t cancel meetings like these, that’s why.” he mumbles, earning a gruff laughter and a pat on the back from his father.

“The managing director can handle it well enough. Besides, I get to sit with you for breakfast after so long. I’d say it’s much better than some boring meeting, isn’t it?” Megumi nods, a tight smile on his lips at the silky warmth of his Toji’s voice.

Toji folded the newspaper, setting it aside and concentrating on the breakfast table for the first time ever since he sat down. Tsumiki’s chair is empty, indicating she already left for her work. Megumi stalls his breakfast, seemingly waiting for something. He fiddles the spoon around the soup bowl, silent engulfing them once again before a ping of his phone reverberates through the dining hall.Toji flickers his eyes at his son, who answered his phone quite eagerly, but no sooner than that, his face was crestfallen.

“Anything on mind, Megumi?” his voice is soft yet carrying. Megumi shakes his head quickly, denying any disturbance that ever flashed across his face. 

“Nothing…’m off to college. See you later.” his voice ebbs away even before he finishes his sentence as he steps out of the house in one go, leaving the older man in his extravagant dining all by himself. 

Megumi has always been a little inside his shell, not wearing emotions on his sleeve so such behaviour wasn’t new for Toji. However, seeing that flicker of sadness in his eyes sparked curiousity in the elder Fushiguro’s mind and he almost guesses what piqued that reaction off him. Toji finishes up the leftover tea before a sharp shrill of the doorbell rang through the house as the househelp scutters toward the door to open it. 

Moments later, Toji’s eyes catches the sight of a girl, around Megumi’s age, wandering around the vast space in living room right across. A face anyone would call exceedingly gorgeous and beautiful eyes which are zooming, scanning for something or someone, a thin line peaking between her brows. She is gorgeous, not to mention the way Toji’s eyes wandered all over her figure, one of the very few instances in his life where a woman captivated his attention for longer than a minute. Toji prods closer towards the girl, who still hasn’t noticed his presence; or rather is pretending not to. 

The woman being Megumi’s one and only bestfriend throughout his sad 21 years of life – you. 

Meanwhile, your eyes drank the expanse of the house. High ceilings connected with neutral coloured walls gave an aura of extravagance yet not too flashy. The grandeur of it catching you off guard. Your heart leaps with faith and hope.

“May I help you?” a deep cough followed by this question startles you as you turn around. Your eyes level with a broad expanse of chest before you trail them upwards, a small scar slashing the lip coming into view before finally meeting the set of dark, emerald teal eyes. 

“Ummm…is Megumi at home?”, your voice is laced with timidness which intrigues as well as entertains Toji. He steps closer, invading your space, your eyes widen at his closeness but you stay silent. 

“No, he left just now. You might be?” If voices could be measured in depth, this would surpass Mariana Trench. It seeps down the skin, melting with every fiber of your being, the resonance of his voice almost soothing your body, reaching into parts where it shouldn’t. 

You give out your introduction, voice shaky from the arm’s distance Toji is at. He hums at your reply, “Well Megumi left not so long ago, if you want I can give him a call and–”.

“WAIT! NO.”, your cried out, not noticing you grabbed Toji’s forearm on the pretext. “I…I actually hoped he’d be out. I wanted to talk to you.” you mumble, voice not rising over few decibels, stark contrast to his abysmal apmplitude. Toji quirks an eyebrow, not pointing that you are still holding on to his arm. Tight. 

“And what that might be, sweets?” you squirm a little at the petname. A little apprehensive on how to address the situation, “Actually…”

You attempt to cower yourself by rubbing your arm with your left hand. Toji notices the tension that is radiating off you, your eyes darting everywhere but on him, your legs are pressed against each other, covered with a pleated skirt barely covering till your mid-thighs. You lick your lips a few times, an action that sets Toji’s mind into a drive of inappropriate train of thoughts. You look so diffident, like a turtle without its shell desperately finding a shelter to mask itself. And he’d be happy to provide you that.

He wanted to pause you there, catch your lips in between his slightly chapped ones. Hands that itched to roam and explore around your body, surely that baggy hoodie is hiding an exquisite piece of art underneath. 

Yet, he stops himself from swaying out of conversation, listening to your pleas of despair. 

“Y’know, college fees are due by this month…and it’s pretty expensive too. I-I thought I'd apply for some financial scholarship but it got rejected.” you mumble. Toji has an inkling of what your issue might be and solving it with a snap of his finger wouldn’t be of any issue. But the devil on his left was at its peak, enveloping Toji’s mind with an idea that could only be called sinister.

“I-I really tried to apply again but I keep getting rejected. Plus there’s my house rent and a debt I took-” your voice was breaking off in the middle, trying hard to suppress the sobs that threatened to spill out. Toji understood your dilemma. 

“If you could grant me any well paying job, I’d take it. No matter how hard it might be. Just please, anything works. I will be homeless otherwise. I could even work here as a househelp. Megumi wouldn’t know, I’d come when he got classes-” you were rambling, desperation dripping out of syllables. 

Toji felt a little pinch in his heart. You were in dire need of money. He could help if he wanted, any intern job would put your issues at ease but having a girl as pretty as you slave around anywhere, under anyone (but him) was blasphemous for him. You look like you were meant to be taken care of, to be spoiled with the riches there is. Your trembling lips needed love and it looked nothing less than an enticing invite for the older man. Your tears and soft sniffles shot a wave of arousal directly down his cock. 

Fuck. who looks this hot while crying.

Toji is an influential man. His sense of leadership and commands in a rich baritone forced anyone to comply with no rebuttal. His shrewd mind knew all sorts of cards in a dirty business and his ability to play them and naturally bring the ball in his court made him what he is today. And like the cunning businessman he is, Toji knew when to make the best of the situation. Just like now.

“Well, you say you could work any job but any high paying job requires expertise. Are you sure you can cope with the little experience of a retail store you have? I can only appoint you somewhere but who says you wouldn’t be fired within the first week”, your eyes flew open in panic, heart dropping like free fall. Facing rejection at his hands was like the last nail on the coffin. 

“n-no no no, please, please! I promise I won’t. I told you even helping around your house would do. Surely it will suffice.” Toji could only laugh. Oh how naive you are, readily walking towards the trap Toji is discretely luring you in. 

Toji contemplates with closed eyes for a while. A deep hum leaving his throat as if he’s actually pondering over how to help you. He opens his eyes. A layer of darkness now shrouding his orbs. His face scrunches into a smirk as he leans in even more close.

“Come to my room. There might be something of your interest.” your face lightens with hope. Fuck. Anything will interest you as long as you can pay your bills and repay that loan. You follow suit, mindlessly getting yourself into the fox’s burrow. 

Toji’s bedroom is vast. Long white curtains frame the window, sunlight dancing through them, giving the room a warm golden hue. A massive bed is placed in the middle, opposite to a wall length mirror, reflecting both you and Toji. You notice how small you look compared to his muscled back donned in just a cashmere grandma sweater. Still, he looks ridiculously handsome and enticing. 

You swallow a gulp, his presence is as alluring as he is, taking up every air in the room, leaving you breathing heavily for the lack of it.

Your sea of thoughts are so deep that you don’t notice how Toji is just inches away from you now, his hands rest on your shoulders, jolting you back to the reality of your predicament. You glance at him, his eyes are were blazed with a newfound passion. 

“You know that you are extremely beautiful? Probably one of the hottest women I’ve seen so far.” his voice is low, a whisper that swirls around your ear.

 You feel goosebumps flesh out all over your neck. His hands on your shoulder still firm, thumb rubbing over the junction of skin where your clavicle ends. The pads of his thumb is calloused yet glides smoothly across your skin. 

 “Sir?” you tilt your head, not understanding where he is going. He doesn’t reply, rather dips down his head, bringing his face closer to you, directly underneath your ears. Meanwhile, his hands trail back, the tips of his finger ticking the skin of your back until it rests over your tailbone. He pulls you closer, flush against him. You squeak out of surprise yet don’t act against it. 

“A pretty girl like you slaving away? Tsk tsk tsk”, he teases, “lemme take care of you the way you need, princess.” his murmurs were salacious. words dipped in a pot of sins. 

“B-but-”

“Sshh..” Toji presses a feathered kiss over your jaw. A small whimper escapes your lips as you felt his lips gloss over your skin. He is so close, you can see every detail of the side of his skin. The hint of his cologne tickling your nose. The scent is subtle, not noticeable until he came this close. It’s woody – with a hint of burnt caramel and notes of amber and spice blends in with it perfectly. The perfume complements him like perfection, as if the flavours were hand-picked and specially concocted for him. Toji continues pressing light kisses over your jaw, till he reaches upwards, hovering beside your right ear. 

“You know, I can and I will pay your full tuition fees till the end of your graduation as well as repay whatever that stupid loan was”  his sudden offer dropped you off a height, a choked out gasp leaves your lips and Toji couldn’t conceal his amusement. His hand coming up to your cheek, cupping it gently. 

“Wha-, sir? What’s going on?” you were falling short on words. Hearing his offer, you think he might be some sort of guardian angel, offering to banish every financial barriers you had in your life. Who does that?

Toji laughs under his breath, one of his hand cups your cheek while the other snakes down your waist. “But…” he trails off.

“But?”

“Don’t I deserve something in return as well? See, I am only just a man. A man with riches way bigger than I expected myself to have. I provide my kids with all the comfort they need but a man like me also needs some loving, what say?” Toji nips at your earlobe, wanting some sort of response from you. you nod. 

He’s right. Toji has always been somewhat of a star in your eyes, as heard from Megumi. He had taken up the role of a father as well as a professional businessman with effortless ease ever since the demise of toji’s mom when Megumi merely joined middle-school. Such multitask would sure wear anyone out and considering this man never involved himself in relationships or such. He also must crave love, some desires, some unfulfilled wants.

“So…I propose you a transaction of being my whatever that term is – sugar baby or something. Main thing is, I’ll give you whatever you want or need anytime and in return, you provide me of my desires.”

To say you were flabbergasted would be an understatement. Having a sugar daddy who pays for every worldly desires there is was almost like a fairytale to you. Never in your wildest dreams you thought such an incident would ever occur in your life. Such a transaction that woud not only free you from your debt shackles but also indulge you in every brands you’ve only seen from the other side of the glass. Every set of clothing that a mannequin dons on can now be fitted in your body. 

“There’s win for you too, princess. You’ll get to know how a real man treats a woman. Especially a woman like you deserves it just as much as I. Do you agree?” Toji cajoles you silkily. His honeyed words fucking with the second voice in your head. Your heart melts at his compliments, almost coaxing yourself into the offer.

But, it comes with a price of your body, of your chastity. Then again, a man like Toji, with hands such burly and veiny. Back toned with muscles that are even prominent with loose clothing, such confident aura and sweet words, could only have a gifted member down below, right?. 

A man you could only imagine participating in the lecherous acts with you. But would you let yourself participate? Did you have it in you?

Fate plays different. Fate plays dirty because here you are, on your knees, engulfing the entirety of his cock down your throat. Morales flying right across his large window.

Toji watches you from the mirror, sitting on the edge of his bed. Your head bobs up and down asyou smear spit all over his shaft. Your lips wraps around his cock while your brows furrow together as you concentrate on relaxing your muscles to fit more of him. The curve of his vein hits your tongue and you let out a gargled sound, almost relishing the taste.

 Toji is well blessed down there, with equal measures of girth and length, ending with a fat mushroom tip. The tip which occasionally imprints on your throat while you deepthroat him. A gag leaves your mouth as you feel his cock drives past your uvula. 

Your skirt is hiked up from behind and Toji notices the peek of red underneath. His hands were stretched behind his back, to buck his hips up towards your face. They now go down towards your skirt, flipping it upright to expose the flesh of your ass in the mirror. The rounded mound was laced with a red thong that barely ran across the crack, hiding the pretty pussy underneath it.

“F-fuck…baby your mouth feels like heaven on my dick. You suck like a slut.” Toji groans, burying himself deeper into you as he feels you move faster on his length. 

Hands pawed his balls, which were heavy with his load. You release his cock with a pop, a string of spit connecting you with his tip, oozing out pre-cum. 

You gather a glob of spit on your mouth before dropping it right across his shaft. Your hands work along his length as you pump ferociously. Switching your roles, your mouth takes over his balls, giving each of them a long suck, tongue flicking out to kitten lick across the skin. You hear Toji hiss, his hands finds your hair, grabbing a handful of your locks in his palm. 

“You were sent for me, angel. Look at your mouth and hand fitting my cock so well. God, I wanna dump my load inside your mouth.” the room was filled with the occasional gags and moans while you generously sucked from his tip to base. Nose tickling with the little tufts of pubes when you bottom out. Hands that never stopped to either stroke his length or fondle his balls. 

Toji could feel himself busting anytime, hips raised more against your face, his hands grab both the sides your face, taking charge. He thrusts inside your face with a pace that was animalistic. His own eyes rolls at the scrape of your teeth, the sensation doubling up his orgasm that was already rushing. Tears pooled at your waterline but the sensation of his dick imprinted on your mouth was heavenly. Your panties were drenched around your slit as you try to rub your heels against your cunt for some added friction. You look up at him, sweater raised over his chest to expose the skin of the stomach, taut with the tension.

With one final thrust, he shoots his warm load inside your mouth, spilling inside your cavern with ropes of milk. Your lips and chin is painted white while some shoots right down your throat as you feel the taste of his cum – salty with a bitter aftertaste. But it wasn’t unpleasant, rather there was a pleasurable sensation. Something raw and unforbidden but still so rousing. 

Toji releases your head. His hands dips down under your sticky chin, thumb tracing your lower lip as he pulls it down, urging you to open your mouth. You do as instructed, showing him the lewd view of your cum filled mouth before he orders you to swallow, which once again you do wordlessly. Toji hikes you up from your seating position, hands resting on your ass while he kneads your flesh. He turns your around, with you facing the bed. He pushes you against the pillowy mattress. You fall face first, head hitting the cloudy pillows. You feel Toji behind you, not doing anything but staring at your lace clad ass that was bared open. 

Soon, you feel his textured palm on your ass and before you know it, his hand leaves and connects against you again, followed by a resounding smack filling the air mixed with your loud squeak.

“Ahh..mr.fushigu-” . another smack. You fall silent as the impact of his hand hits you again. But why was this so titilating? Why, with each of his smack, you could feel more arousal drooling out of your pussy lips? 

“It’s daddy for you, princess.” He rubs the area where he just spanked you earlier, massaging the skin for some comfort. His hands work slow, tantalising, that makes you whine. Like a game of push and pull. He pushes away while you pull for him.His hands reach your thin panties, tracing over the fabric and reaching towards your pussy lips. His hands carress you through the fabric, two fingers dips down on each side while his middle finger prods in your slit, right over the damp lace. 

His hands fit perfectly against your hips as he grabs your sides, harshly hiking your ass up in the air, back arched in the most posture ever. The position causes your hoodie to slip up, showing the same shade of bra. It didn’t take him more than two second to snap open the hook, baring the entirety of your back and causing the straps to slip down your shoulders. Your lower back dimples greet him and he couldn’t help but place kisses all over your lower back, gradually gliding down. He removes the skirt that obstructed his ministrations in one go, finally facing your pussy from behind. His warm breath falls over your inner thigh as you feel his finger hook around the thin cloth, putting it in a side to face your clenching cunt. 

Toji nuzzles his face against your cunt, his nose hitting right against your clit as he once again blows breath, this time right over your aching slit. You let out a moan, feeling him slowly place kisses all over from the gaping hole to your hood, smothering his face with your juices.

You head tips back from the numbing sensation of his mouth on you. His tongue laps up every drop of arousal that seeps out of you, and diving inside your cunt, thrusting in your gummy walls. His hands continues to massage the globes of your ass mixed with soft smack over the mounds. 

Your whines were bouncing off the walls, the euphoric feeling of his tongue was keeping you afloat. You try your best to not cross your eyes from the overwhelming actions. Toji also ensures to give equal attention to your clit, the buttoned nub swollen and aching for some release. He wraps his lips around the hood, his tongue circling around the bundle of nerve endings, releasing a hundred sparks inside your body. You moan wantonly, teeth digging inside your lips to leave it red. Your hands grip the sheets like death, grounding yourself. 

Toji keeps on flicking his tongue over the clit, adding the work of his middle finger to dive right into your pussy. The dance of his tongue, lips and fingers create the perfect dance of debauchery. The sensation being too much for you as you try to scutter away before the harsh tug of his hands brings you closer. His mouth not leaving your cunt. 

“Don’t run, princess. You signed up for this.” words ending with a smirk right against your skin, he releases your clit before getting at your inner thighs. He nips at the flesh, sucking the skin for a while before a dark purple splotch brands itself on your skin. 

You whimper in pain and pleasure as you hear his gravelly voice, vibrating right against your skin. “This is for trying to run away, princess. Don’t do it, ‘kay?” 

You knew you were close, his fingers were relentlessly pumping inside you, bringing more and more closer to the edge. His mouth was doing wonders all over the thighs and along the flesh of your cunt, replacing his fingers once in a while to prod his tongue against your squishy walls. His pace was chronic, increasing with every passing moment, and before you knew it, the tug on your stomach snapped and your whole body shook to release the built up orgasm that Toji artistically brought to action.

Your juices sprayed in his mouth while Toji shamelessly laps at it, his tongue working you through your orgasm, bordering overstimulation. His other hand smoothes your thighs from the shaking. Your head dips down to hide yourself from the embarrassment but Toji couldn’t give a damn. To him, you were never any more beautiful than now, all spent under him. For him. By him.

Toji flips you on your back, your tongue lolls out when you breathe heavily, bringing yourself back to this Earth which you were sure you left momentarily. Toji leans down to capture your lips between his, feeling both his and your taste on his tongue. His hands comes to massage every crevice of your waist and hips. He tugs at your hoodie, breaking the kiss for a while to remove this material off of you. 

Your already opened bra follows suit, leaving your breasts to spill out in front of the man, who feels his cock stirring. His head dips down to take one nipple in his mouth, sucking the bud harshly while his other hand plays with the other breast, fondling the mass and tugging the nipple between his thick fingers. Slapping the fleshy mound to watch it jiggle. Making his exposed cock twitch. He alternates his treatment on other tit, leaving the nipples to form hard, swollen buds. 

“Some pretty pair you got, darling.” Toji smothers his spit all over your breasts, leaving it glistening under the golden light of the day that veils his room. His hardened length grinds against your cunt, the tip smacking your clit at times. 

“D-daddy…put…put it in.please.” you whine, yearning for something to fill up your walls again. Toji smirks, hooking his hand under the band of your underwear before he tugs it out of your hips. The bunched up fabric curled in his hand as he shamelessly gawks at them.

“These are some expensive lingerie, princess. This is where you blew money off? Being a little slut?” Toji bunches the panties before stuffing them in his pant pockets. You turn your head to the side, from sheer embarrassment. A scene of beautiful vulgarity unfolds itself in front of you.

Toji separates your legs by your knees, your slick covered pussy clenching at the sudden wave of air that brushes past them. Toji’s cock jumps at the sight, his thick length sliding against your lips, drenching itself with pre-cum and remnants of your previous orgasm. He nudges the tip into your slit, slowly pushing the head inside.

You throws your head back against the sheet as you moan, the intrusion of his head alone stuffing your cunt. You clench around him, hips subconsciously bucking to add the extra pressure.

Toji hisses at you squeezing him, bullying more of his girth into your walls. He has half the wish to ram the whole cock in you, till the tip bruises your cervix but he goes steady, closing his eyes and moving painfully slow to stretch the time. He grabs you by the under of your knees, propping both legs on each of his arms to get more leverage as he pushes inside. Bottoming out to the hilt.

Once he feels himself completely sheathed inside you, he opens his eyes, meeting your already fucked face, his mouth hangs open while your left arm drapes over your eyes, head tipping back to expose the dainty collarbone, he bends down to press kisses over the clavicle just as his cock nudges more inside of you, making you whine. 

“You sucked me in right like a champ, princess. Too eager for this cock. Well, can’t deny the feeling of this pretty pussy either. Making me bust a nut right now.” Toji groans, talking you through it while he begins to rock himself against you, pulling out completely till the tip before fucking inside of you with one thrust. 

His thrusts were slow and powerful, making your body jerk from top to bottom. Your tits lurched and bounced from the intensity and Toji wanted to burn this image in his mind. He increases his pace, letting you feel the veiny shaft of his cock all over your cushiony walls. He adjust himself in the middle, angling the tip in a way which made you drawl a precarious moan. His cockhead settles right against a bundle of muscle sending sparks of shockwave to your brain before it moves away again. Only to assault there again. 

“you feel so good inside me….ahhh…” moans fills the air along with the lewd slick sounds of skin slapping against each other. You could feel his balls hitting your ass as he bends you in half, knees squashed against your tits to get a better look at his cock slipping right inside you. Your arm splays over your head, eyes squeezed shut just as you feel the familiar tug building up inside your stomach. Is he gonna make you squirt again? 

Toji sloppily thrusts in you, your insides clenching down on his dick causing his orgasm to roll down as well. His thrusts are erratic, constantly hitting on that sweet spot inside. You mewl loudly, craving and craving for more. Your body turning limp under the burly weight of his as he turns your brain into a puddle of mush with his long strokes.

“Wanna cum, daddy…hnnghh.” Toji goes at an animalistic pace, wanting to make you squirt again, “whatever angel says”, he husks. You feel your insides almost bruise, firstly for how thick he is already and secondly, from the power at which he slams himself inside you. His tip brushing your cervix at the position he had you in.

You feel your body shake from the pleasure as one last thrust of his snaps every rope inside you and lets your orgams flow like a dam breaking down. You squirt for the second time, not long after the previous one. You finish right on him as he languidly fucks you, coming at the same time. Warm ropes of cum paint your insides white. 

Toji could feel his body shake from the amount of cum he releases inside you. Gripping the back of your thighs with enough force to leave marks and dips. A myriad of whines and whimpers and moans fill the room as you feel him filling your insides with white. Toji gently plants your feet down on the bed, watching as pools of his cum dribble out of you, staining your thighs and sheets. He takes two of his fingers, scooping them out to push it back inside you, the feel of his fingers overstimulating. 

“Got plan b, baby?” you nod, words unable to escape from your throat as you try to bring yourself down from the fervour. Toji rolls off you, laying by your side as his chest heaves with the strenuous workout he had in a while. Once you feel composed, you prop your arm on your elbow, one hand gently tracing the ridges and contours of his abs with your finger.

“Didn’t know you were that good at acting,darling.Should have landed into acting.” you giggle, pressing a small kiss to the side of his lips, right above his scar. Toji breathily chuckles, grabbing you by the waist to pull your upper body flush on top of him, “Says you. “Something of your interest?” Almost tearing the lingerie that you brought me in the first place. Which porn did you watch before?”

“I don’t know. Maybe our first ever endeavour 8 months ago. Didn’t it eerily go like this?” your chortles fills the room as Toji lazily joins in, a gentle kiss placed right on your temple. Comfortable silence blankets you both before Toji speaks up,

“Was it you who texted Megumi at that time?” he inquires as you gently hum and nod. 

“I told him I won’t be coming to class today. Why?” you nuzzle on his chest as his hand rubs circle on your bare back as he continues, “he looked quite down with your text, I had half the mind to let him know you would be here.” 

You lift your head to meet his gaze, “Thought you didn’t kiss and tell?” you quip yet deep down a tinge of sadness peeked at your heart as you had a slight idea about how Megumi actually feels about you. Capitalising off you best friend’s dad, especially when the said bestfriend might have some sort of feelings for you isn’t exactly an ideal situation. 

Likewise, Toji ponders over this whole setting, without a clue on how, out of everyone, his son’s bestfriend ended up being his sugar baby after years of almost zero sexual endeavours. And simultaneously catching slight feelings over the girl he knows his son has a slight pining for. The whole situation is as fucked up as it can without any conclusions that isn’t ugly.

Yet, the bodily desire. One of the seven deadly sins- lust, becomes too powerful to cloud him of any moral judgement as he pulls you over to his lap. Straddling you right over his crotch, he grabs one of your tits, “Oh honey, I do a lot more than kiss.”, you smirk, indulging for the second round before a familiar voice rang through the house and through both your ears like an alarm.

“I’m home.” 

a.n-> as long as you get the bag girl 🫡🤚🏽

event -> @k9nto’s reddit collaboration.

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[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

IPKKND SS: Fall Out of Love

Chapter 1

When days got tough, and nights tougher, Khushi shivered on the poolside floor wondering what did she do wrong. In her religion, everything was a repercussion for a deed done.

The man she loved grew stranger everyday. At one point his anger was in his words, now they lived as impressions on her arms.

God, wouldn't she give her whole life if she got a day to see the softness she had seen when he had danced his way straight into his heart.

At this point she wondered if that ever happened, or if it was product of her crazy mind. Maybe Arnav had never loved her, maybe it was all a result of her obsession with him.

Her sister had been right, Khushi had been fixated far into Arnav, ever since the day she saw him. Even when he wanted nothing to do with her.

At first it was anger, then disrespect, then curiosity, then infatuation and finally...

A cold had settled into Delhi, the winds chilled her bones. Her thin salwar was no match. She could not find herself to take the blanket on the floor.

This time, it was not self preservation. It was insects.

If she tried to get it washed, questions would be raised. The househelp was familiar with the bedroom linen. Why would it be in the garden long enough to get infested? Mami had been suspicious, and Khushi could not bear Arnav directing another play of them being happily married.

She could never see the difference between his acting and reality.

-

The blanket was washed, dried, and neatly packed. The floor was cleared, and an outdoor bedroll was in the corner of the garden.

Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks as she smelled the fresh blanket. Her body cried in relief as she laid down in the mattress.

It was the first time she slept for more than three hours in a month.

-

"Slept well?" Khushi was caught off guard. Not by the question, but the person asking it.

Shyam Manohar Jha.

Khushi ran away, her mind coming to a conclusion it didn't want to.

She bumped into Arnav, anger blazing in his eyes.

Her question of the blanket being washed remain in thin air as Manorama commented on their proximity as lovebirds being unable to separate, not noticing the soft bruise that began to swell in her arms once he left her grip.

In another time, she would've thought she saw true concern in Arnav's eyes over the mention of insects.

But for now, her mind worried over other details.

Over who got her bedding clean and washed.

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[the-former-general-mahamatra]

…Cy

Where the heck are you.

Apparently Collei’s gone too, left in the direction of the…Akademiya for some reason—probably Kaveh and Alhaitham’s.

I have something to show you when you get home, if you please.

Bit sensitive. Both it and myself.

-@a-fennec-fathers-family

// Time for Cynari Naila drama with background “collei’s secretly at the Akademiya!”

(The way I cackled (and my househelp is here too she's staring at me like I'm crazy))

The minute Tighnari sent the text message, he heard a knock on the door. Well, more like pounding.

Knock knock knock

"Nari."

knock knock knock

"Nari."

knock knock knock

"Nari!"

When Tighnari flung open the door, he saw Cyno with a confused, yet concerned look on his face. Almost like one of a puppy.

"Are you alright honey? Your message seemed important so I rushed right over."

[blood-orange-juice]

@narcoticwriter

Ok, this is semi-crack but if Hoyo decided to make the bad guys Russian I'm allowed to invoke Slavic symbolism.

In East Slavic cultures the hearth used to be associated with meanings you normally attach to the netherworld.

(no one really thinks like this anymore, of course, and most city dwellers never encounter a proper hearth in their lives, but it's still there in fairy tale imagery and sometimes in language and the metaphors we use for things)

I actually don't know what the correct translation is. Oven? Fireplace? The thing is HUGE, incredibly ugly and also building one is an art (it's supposed to distribute heat in a very specific way). We do not spread this symbolism to Western fireplaces or fire in general.

It's a bit chthonic and associated with everything pagan and unclean (ritually and literally. the soot).

Very far from the cozy "sitting near a fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate", it's a place where Real Stuff Happens and most real stuff in this world is messy and unpleasant.

But also only because of it a home can be called a home. It's the heart of the house.

In superstitions it's home to a friendly fae househelper (the little dude lives behind it) and in fairy tales it's sometimes an entry point for minor demons (I don't remember if they get through the chimney or through the fire itself).

Then in other fairy tales there's Baba Yaga, The Evil Witch, who is also probably an aspect of a forgotten goddess of death (as in many other places, Christianity weeded out Slavic myths to the point of near disappearance and fairy tales were a form in which some of those survived). This lovely lady occasionaly cooks adventurers in the oven/hearth as a part of their rebirth process. Occasionally she just cooks and eats them. Folks with good work ethics are usually safe (in most tales they offer to perform some work for her in exchange for help or simply for not being eaten).

Baba Yaga, as far as I know, is somewhat recognized by the English-speaking pagan community, they interpret her as yet another name for the Crone face of the Triple Goddess (the archetype on which Hoyo likely relied when writing the Moon Sisters).

(do you see the fire and moon connection now?)

I'm surprised how well it fits a lot of Arle's themes. A fire that is otherwoldly and demonic and associated with rebirth and an almost-forgotten goddess of death and moon, but also it's just fire in a hearth, something to warm your house with.

This was probably not Hoyo authors' thought process and they just thought of rebirth, destruction and tamed fire.

But the author is dead and the hearth means what it means, and if you dig into humans' relationship with fire long enough you end with this sort of symbolism anyway, so I declare this angle valid.

[hiremaid-verifiedhelpers]

How to Handle Helper Absenteeism?

Imagine a scenario where your domestic help lands for work coughing and sneezing: clearly nursing the flu. The question then is what should you do? Praise and encourage the practice as a dedication to one’s work, or encourage the helper to take the day off? Dealing with Helper Absenteeism is a difficult task.

I would choose the latter. This is because I have realized that the presence of any of my staff when they are not well can cause a large variety of issues. Even though they will be present for work, they will not be productive. Moreover, having a sick employee in my home or office can put others’ health at risk…this includes me.

What happens if I catch the flu from my helper or Driver: I need to take a day off from work and ask kids to stay away from me. If kids catch the flu they will need to take a day off from school. Then there will be medical expenses and general loss of productivity.

You might feel that by doing so you will be encouraging absenteeism. That is a possibility. So, what is the solution? I have some tips, based on my experience:

Offer all domestic staff monthly and/or annual paid leaves. Give them the option to decide when to use it

Encourage them to carry over their unused leaves

Allow your ABCDE: Aya, Bai, Cook, Driver and Everyone similar, to take leave when they call in sick: No questions asked.

If the Helper calls in sick and takes a day off, deduct that from the total leave

Trust me, like any other employee, your domestic staff is also good at managing their leaves. If you do not question their right to take leave they will never lie to you or take leave without notice.

I have moved cities, but have never had my domestic helper take leave without informing me, while someone else employing the same lady may complain about her uninformed absence. The reason is simple: I never say no to leave after I have followed these simple process:

Decide the number of total leaves

Decide the money to be deducted if extra leave is taken

Arrive upon the rules for taking leave (for eg.: how much notice should be given for a planned leave)

After this, I just put the onus on the Helpers to use the leaves they have. Try it and you will find that they will nearly always want to save their leaves for the future rather than lie to you and take a leave.

A little bit of trivia: As per research, the main reason why any employee: including white-collared, blue-collared and unorganised labour, come to work when sick is ‘Presenteeism’. Presenteeism is defined as being present at work even when you clearly cannot be productive due to an illness, lack of motivation, or work overload. Research also shows that presenteeism is always a manifestation of insecurity about one’s job. That is the reason you also have your maid or driver or babysitter reporting for work even when clearly sick. Absenteeism is dreaded by employers and employees alike.

As a good manager, just get them out of this insecurity. Make them feel that taking the leave they are eligible for is their right, but they need to follow the rules you both have decided. You will not have to deal with either absenteeism or presenteeism.

If you want to learn how to retain Domestic Helpers & Blue Collared workers click here.

[cherryblossomsatsea]

As I reread Rilla of Ingleside and Rainbow Valley, I find myself increasingly interested in Mary Vance—specifically, her foil to Anne. Bear with me; this is more of a stream of consciousness rather than a full-blown analysis.

When Anne is introduced in AOGG, Marilla says something about how decent folks likely brought up Anne, as she speaks pretty politely. In fact, for all of Anne’s chatter throughout the series, even when she is angry (see her early argument with Mrs Lynde, or even smashing her slate over Gilbert’s head), she is never excessively rude nor vulgar. Anne fits in with the girls in her school, accepted as one of them despite her more queer habits, which are looked at as endearing rather than strange. Anne is dressed plainly by Marilla for a few years, but this is treated as something unordinary by the story and its characters, and as she comes of age, she is allowed to dress prettier - like the other girls of Avonlea. Anne’s story is about how she is accepted by Avonlea and, ultimately, about how she finds a home and a family, finding her place to belong.

Mary Vance, on the other hand, doesn’t speak like any other main character in the series - her accent is more working class, as referenced by her speech patterns in comparison to the Manse children or the Ingleside children. When we meet her, though she is good-hearted, she’s rough and abrasive in a way Anne never was and never is. Though allowances are made for her upbringing, she is clearly ‘othered’ - not entirely fitting in with the more innocent and light-hearted children of Ingleside and the Manse and veering on the thin line of being disliked. Subsequently, when Miss Cornelia adopts Mary and dresses her nicely, the story deals with it differently - she’s textually described as proud and vain - as if Mary Vance did not belong naturally in those clothes as the Ingleside children do, or the Manse children deserve. Mary Vance is accepted in a limbo state - she is part of the Glenn, but her background is never entirely forgotten. Unlike Anne, she is never quite accepted.

Anne was born to two loving parents who wanted her. Mary Vance is born to a scoundrel family (in her own words). Anne is made to do chores, but it’s all described more innocently - a child helping at home. When the text describes Mary Vance doing chores, I don’t read it as a child helping like perhaps Una would with Rosemary. It reads more like Susan Baker - or other househelp.

Now, Rainbow Valley is in the POV of neglected children, so it could be argued that the descriptions of Mary Vance are mainly due to her being viewed in the lense of a young child grappling with jealousy (my heart goes out to poor, sweet Una), but I do think that there is food for thought in this - especially when exploring the more classist undertones present in the later AOGG series.

[thedesirenaissance]

Charak- The Extreme Devotion

So, today's Chaitra Sankranti, the last day of the year as per the Bengali calendar. During the entirety of Chaitra month, the scenario of Barak Valley changes, that's because of Charak Puja. Now, Charak Puja is kind of a harvest festival, but it's much much more than that. It worships Ardhanarishwar, the union of Shiv and Parvati, it celebrates both Purush and Prakriti.

The best part about this festival is definitely the Shiv-Gouri-Kaali dance. During the month of Chaitra, men, dressed as Shiva, Gouri, and Kaali(she usually comes out at night), go around the street and perform, very beautifully, and intriguingly. Most of us don't even watch the dance, we just admire the beautiful attire of the people dressed as gods. It feels surreal at times, almost mesmerizing. Sometimes, the dance of the man dressed as Kaali is so surreal, that it makes you wonder how her true dance looked like, how beautiful it must have been. Also, I can't stress enough on how the rhythmic flow of the dhaak just accentuates the dance of Kaali. It's just surreal, to say the least.

This is how they typically dress up. Most of the adults dressed as Kaali smoke weed and enter a form of trance. On the day of Chaitra Sankranti, they flock the streets, and walk, rather run at full speed towards the Samshan Ghat, and offer their devotions to Samshan Kaali. Hoards of people surround them, hoping to get hit by their weapon, which usually consists a blunt, but heavy machete, and sometimes, a broom? (I don't know the exact term for it). It's said that getting hit by them is very lucky, and so people surround them to get hit. After the actual Charak Puja is over, the tired Kaalis, again go to Samshan, and lie there, in a line, cooling themselves, and let me tell you, the scenery looks much better than it sounds.

Now, let's talk about the puja itself. On Charak Puja, the Charak Tree is worshipped. The tree is kept inside a pond all year round and on the day before Chaitra Sankranti, it is taken out of the pond and taken to Samshan Ghat to get the blessings of Maa Kaali. Then, a pot filled with water is placed atop the tall tree. And then, the Charak Sannyasis, as they are commonly called offer their salutations to the tree and then starts the most anticipated part- the rituals.

As the image depicts, the men pierce their bodies with hooks, called Borshi, and go around the Charak Tree. It feels so otherwordly to experience the men smiling happy, ecstatic, as they swing around the tree. Once, I had the fortune of talking to a man who had been pierced before, and he said, "I did not feel any pain at all. It felt rather cool, in the area where they pierced it." I remember his words, till this day. It fascinated me. Aside from the piercing, they even walk on hot coal, lie on a bed of sharp machetes, and even go as far as to pierce their tongues with hooks and needles.

They even run a machete through their tongue, confident that their tongues won't be sliced off, having full faith in God. For all these reasons, the festival is generally called the Festival of Pain. I couldn't disagree more. It's far from it. The people place full trust in God, and in return, their Bholebaba, blesses them, saves them, protects them from harm. Rather than being called the festival of pain, it ought to be called the Festival of Pain, or the Festival of Extreme Devotion, because the devotees place full trust in their God, believing that their God will never let anything happen to them.

For people in the Barak Valley, this is all that Chaitra is about, Shiv Gouri, Charak Puja, and utmost devotion, all possible because of a few people who have done their utmost to keep the rich tradition and culture alive. I first got to know about the puja from our househelp. The so-called people from the lower caste communities, commonly called the Kaibartas, are the ones who have kept this beautfiul tradition alive. It is due to them that our generation can still witness the divine dance with our very own eyes, not just from photographs.

[simsbyjo]

IS LUMPINOU's MODS BROKEN?

I have been trying to play a household, but it doesn't let me play the household - it kicks me out of the world.

I checked last exception and it says something about the toolbox, I removed it, and all mods that requires it, and same - I removed all lumpinou's mods and I can now play the househelp!

[shaopengs]

diversity win ! the queers also get a mc weaponising incompetence and blatantly treating his love interest as househelp that can be read as a mommy kink

[booksbluegurl]

Day 6-13/100 of Holistic Self Care

7th-13th April

I found this to be a better way of cataloging my week. It's an app called Habits. It's on Play Store.

I did only half of this session of Pilates. Today was the first day I started any physical exercise since I had been sitting and studying for too long without much of physical exercise so I wanted to ease into it, that's why I went for a walk in the past few days.

I'm currently reading Babel by R. F. Kuang.

I meditated for 3 minutes today. It was a mindfulness meditation, focusing on breathe. Couldn't really focus, yes, but it was very peaceful. Makes me feel more grounded.

Its 12:05 pm right now and after doing the above mentioned things, I'm feeling so much better. Ever since I woke up, I had been feeling quite restless, having a little exercise and meditation (no matter how flawed) really helps.

Instead of dancing, I helped around the house with dusting, since our househelp aunty took a day off. That's good enough exercise to add instead of dancing for today.

At around 7 pm, I went for a walk with my best friend and it had just rained and cool winds were blowing, there was still much humidity about I had fun. It was peaceful.