#NEET corruption

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Exam Integrity Uproar: Congress Marches in Ranchi Against NEET, UGC NET Corruption

State leaders demand Education Minister’s resignation, cancellation of NEET exam Congress stages protest in Ranchi, accusing BJP of compromising youth’s future through widespread exam paper leaks. RANCHI – Jharkhand Congress leads massive demonstration from Shaheed Chowk to Raj Bhavan, decrying alleged corruption in national-level examinations. The streets of Ranchi echoed with slogans as…

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NEET PG gets cancelled last minute after several delays to avoid any irregularities. Medical education and hence medical healthcare for general public will suffer.

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03. NEET Scam 2024: Unveiling the Controversy by The Knowledge Emporium

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hung, neet, masturbation-addict little sister living with her normal office lady big sister. little sis slowly corrupts her; wearing clothes that show off her oversized cock, masturbating with the door open, leaving hot globs of cum where big sis will find it.

soon enough, her previously wholesome big sis nervously enters her bedroom, the dense wave of cocksmell already making her dizzy. she notes how her adorable little sister seems to be having trouble satisfying her... penis, and that perhaps, just this once, she could maybe help?

not long after, big sis is fired from her job for failing to show up for a month. her coworkers idly wonder where she's gone, but they could never imagine the truth: tied to a bed, womb stuffed to the brim with a morning's worth of her darling little sister's thick, hyper-virile nutsludge. lipstick that she used to wear on dates now stains the base of her sister's divine shaft, casually forced over a foot down her throat as sis plays a game on her phone.

big sis sheds a single tear, for she has never felt more fulfilled than as her little sister's personal cumdumpster 🤍

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Fight For It | dabi/t. touya

      Fantasy AU!Dabi x Bounty Hunter![FEM]Reader

WARNING(S): sexual content, dragon hybrid!dabi, reader’s intentions for “hunting” is nothing but dubious, ego friendly fire, predator vs. prey trope, power play, barely any plot (pwp), anal, double penetration, spanking, corruption kink (?), outdoors sex, strangers -> ?.

COUNT: 4.6k words (40 mins.)

READ MORE: masterlist + [adults masterlists]

A/N: this was originally supposed to be for another character but it very much suited Dabi instead. if you can guess who this was originally for, i'll write you sum neet. 🌚 anywhom, i loveddd writing this. i had to do a lot of work shops as this has been in the vault for years, so hopefully it's readable now LOL. 😭 hope you guys enjoy!

You check your sides and pockets ensuring that everything is ready for your travel.

This time around, dragon shifters were out and about looking for mates which meant this was the perfect time to capture one. You let out an excited breath as you pull on your boots and make your way outside of your home.

As you pass by the people in your town, you are frequently greeted due to your known status in the town. Most people jumped at the chance to have a conversation with you as there was no guarantee the next time they could. However as you got closer to the edge of the woods, the greetings slowed to a halt as the count of people started to wither out, most people avoiding the edges of the village near the forest-filled mountains. You adjust the final strap on your bag as the destination you were looking for comes into view.

Keeping an eye out for any signs of dragon shifter life, you look around the sparse but large trees that decorate the place. Many bushes, trees, and even small ponds adorned the scenery. If you happen to look close enough you could find flowers almost everywhere accompanying the organisms. Dirt and soil were also as common to come across, more so than grass in the dense part of the forest. Despite that, you continue on your quest to obtain your own little dragon. Your eyes light up as you near the bottom of the mountains and see a bigger-than-usual footstep on the floor. As if you are in no rush, you pause for a moment to squat down and pinch the dirt, fingers thumbing the soil between your forefinger and thumb before dusting it off on your pants.

One is near.

The footprint imprinted into the ground was still very fresh, the consistency too easy to grab and toy with. Surveying the scene your eyes try to find any change within the area, the need for staying on your p’s and q’s is greater than ever. You were trying to gauge what your next move should be and your indecisiveness slowing you down. You chew the inside of your lip as you start to survey the scene one last time before choosing to continue on your journey for the beast you were searching for.

Thankfully, the hybrid you were trying to find had left its footprints freely, but his marking already too cocky for your liking. Amid your busy thinking, you hear scurrying in the distance, the sound quick and heavy. You immediately whip your head around to the sound of the commotion, your hand hovering on the tip of your sword’s handle as you brace yourself for any imminent conflict. As you inch closer to the ominous spot behind the dense trees, the same noise happens in the opposite direction to the right of you. You swiftly unwield your sword and dart it towards the rapid movement, the sharp blade releasing a sharp and heavy, ‘THUNK’ as it sinks its metal into the wood.

Birds rapidly fly away in fear and other smaller animals in hiding run away in the opposite direction hoping to avoid the building tension within the vicinity. The sight of tiny strands of fur and a red liquid left swiftly in the breeze makes you wince in sympathy; accidentally hurting an unattended target was certainly not on your to-do list today. Your body is still on high alert--chest heaving as small beads of sweat accumulate on your temples, your nerves keeping you in a tense state. But unlike your anxious mood irritating you, your target was the complete opposite.

A low rumble of laughter that turns into a boisterous level prompts you to turn around and narrow your eyes at the location of the sound, eyes catching a white-haired male. You were gearing up to tell the male to fuck off before the realization hits you. The sharp teeth, horns, broad back, wild clothes -- this was the dragon you were trying to find. You watched him cautiously, keeping your eye on him as you retrieved your weapon, keeping on guard.

He lets out a few more chuckles, putting his hands up in mock surrender as he watches you point your sword toward him. “Hey no need to get defensive,” he pauses, his grin turning from playful to sly. “You humans aren’t the best at catching us most of the time.”

His words make you huff, your other hand locking on the rope that was on your hip. The white-haired male blows out a whistle, watching as your arm flexes with strong muscles and places his hands on his hips as he scans your body. You raise your brow, sheathing your sword away and revealing a grin of your own. You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side lean forward interest for the conceited specimen.

“I always catch my prey. What makes you think I won’t this time?” You respond, your words cocky, a little too much for his liking at that. His nose flares at you, back straightening before his irises narrow before he scoffs lightly.

The male’s cerulean eyes dim as they watch you intently, unashamedly checking out your frame. Your nostrils flare in anger and slowly draw your sword as a warning, a playful whistle following your threatening posture. The white-haired dragon-man takes a step closer to you, his gaze not missing you step back and cower only just slightly in your stance.

He huffs, “You could barely kill that bunny.”

“I could if I wanted to,” You’re quick to retort, your body now trying to regain its firm stance, chin raising as you openly detested him. “Just like I could have your head by tomorrow if needed.”

The same laugh that first gained your attention makes a comeback, his sharp teeth on proud display as he takes this exchange as nothing more than some flirtatious banter. “How about the next time we meet, you can attempt to catch me -- and if you do, I’ll do whatever you want. Vice versa.” He holds his hand out for you to take as a sign of agreement.

You watch his large hand out stretch itself to you, a taunting offer that a part of you couldn’t proudly admit that you wanted to take. His palm is upturned in a way that teased innocent compliance, the callous on his skin showing he isn't as playful as one would think and there's no missing the sharp nails that peek from under fingertips. With a small huff, your hand relaxes from the top of the sword and you close the distance between you two, shaking his hand firmly.

“The name’s Dabi by the way.” A surprised yelp escapes your lips as he tugs you much closer than needed, you two chest-to-chest as he stares intently into your E/C eyes. “Don’t be too disappointed when you lose, Y/N.”

Your eyes widen as he says your name, the action doing its job spooking you. You rip your hand away from his with a bit of a fight, not sure what you just have gotten yourself into. You snarl as you step back to regain the space between you two, except you made no move to be on the offense.

“Do yourself a favor and don’t hold back.” Dabi taunts, his grin matching his arrogant expression.

“Don’t plan on it.” You snort giving him one last look over as he retreats from the trees, your gaze never leaving that spot until you’re sure he’s gone. You turn around and pursue your way back to town, unbeknownst to you the pair of cerulean eyes that continued to watch your body retreat in pure animalistic hunger for you.

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Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you tirelessly think about the interaction with the arrogant male from last afternoon.

Despite being one of the most known bounty catchers in the world, the way that he—Dabi as he preferred to be called—carried himself, was in a way that left curiosity and a bit of attraction on your end. You hated the way that your chest races with excitement but then glower at the thought of him. Too many conflicting emotions plagued your psyche and you needed to end this once and for all.

The air was crisp whilst the white clouds in the sky rivaled the short puffs of air you breathed out every once in a while if you held your breath in for too long. Climbing back up the same mountain wasn’t as easy as it was yesterday with the added titillation making it feel as though your heart was about to burst out of your chest. At this point, you were starting to wonder what you truly wanted from this outcome.

‘victory. this isn’t the first attractive specimen you’ll find, and it won’t be your last.’

You thought to yourself and sigh with indignation. The designated spot was already in eyeshot and you needed to get into gear if you wanted to walk out of this with your proper title over him as his owner. Absentmindedly your hand skims over the healing wound of the tree you had accidentally sliced when you had gotten startled yester-yonder, the heavy and big footprints in the soil showing that he as well made his way over not long before you.

Movement just shy to your left has you turning in its direction, this only meaning one thing: Dabi was here.

Dabi sat minding his business, humming as he watched his surroundings and toyed with the dirt in front of him mindlessly. You unsheath your sword, adrenaline making your hands lightly tremble in excitement. You adjust the sword easily in your hand moving to swing for the kill. Subtle movement catches the corner of your eyes, the focus of your target just slipping. Before it could happen, you reel back and lunge your sword towards the correct target only to softly gasp as he's gone.

You pull your sword back with the rope that’s attached to the handle, the weapon tight in your grip as you look around closely as you make eye contact with his now familiar cerulean-blue eyes making you attack once again. It wasn’t until your second failed attempt that he started laughing at you. Just like the first time you met. You growl out in frustration, trying to find him again. You try following the laugh as you messily turn around, the uncoordinated movement making you trip over your own feet but you quickly catch yourself.

‘i bet he’s just scared! he knows that you’d just capture him and make him yours.’ you completely lie to yourself to help soothe your nerves. Even you didn't believe it and now you were starting to get more than anxious.

“Damn it! Come out and stop playing!” You yell out, rage starting to finally consume you. You kept your sword up, turning sharply at the sound of crunching behind you and was met with him not too far away from you.

His handsome face was serious, arms crossed as he watched down at you unimpressed and unmoving. You feel yourself wanting to shy away from his intimidating gaze, but remember to hold up your guard. Never had you experienced a dragon that fought back like this and it honestly had you on edge.

“You’re off your game,” The dragon grins as he steps closer towards you. You tilt your chin down as you cowardly gulp in defiance, your feet taking a step back as you try to gain more distance between you two. Unfortunately for you, fighting in the woods meant you would be caged in, just like now as he closed in on you as your back hit the large oak tree behind you.

“I can still kill you if I please.” You sneer, holding up the sharp tip of your sword to his chest, eyes boring into his. Even with your strong stance and unwavering eyes, there was no denying the slight waver in your voice as you said it.

Shit.

The dragon laughs at your pathetic threat, his body language as genuine as his prideful body language. He offers you no answer as he finds no reason to entertain it. Anger shoots through your body at his arrogance, your body shifting as much as it can to pull your arm back to aim straight for his heart, wanting nothing else but to draw blood from him right in this instant.

Your sense of urgency is what fumbles your opportunity, your attack seized as though he had seen it a mile away.

With a piercing grip, he snatches your hand as you attempt to stab him in the chest, his deft fingers squeezing your wrist in a painful grip. A cry leaves your lips as you try to keep steady, your other hand grabbing him to let go as if his life wasn’t on the line.

“Let go!” You yell at him, stubborn tears now starting to prick at your eyes. It was pitiful in the way you resorted to this as your backup plan, your behavior a clear indication that you had no idea what to do. You had walked into this duel with nothing but adrenaline, curiosity, arousal, and arrogance. Instead of conducting yourself as a seasoned veteran, you were presenting yourself as a spoiled brat. Dabi ignores your plea as he takes your fighting hand and pins it firmly against the rough tree bark behind you, the rough texture digging into your clothes and skin. You bite your lip harshly to at least spare yourself some dignity, not wanting to let the smallest amount of pain get to you.

Your hand twitches in his hold as your other goes towards the direction of your thigh and grab a small knife from its holster before promptly slicing his arm. Dabi looks down at you and scoffs as he barely observes the wound before easily gripping your free wrist once again. You let out a silent cry of protest as now both hands are caught in his stronghold.

“You think that was enough to stop me? You’ve already failed, human.” He leans down to speak in your ear, his strong voice rattling through your body making you shiver. He maneuvers his hold on your wrists so that they are caught in one hand, the other moving to grip your side before running lower and rounding your back.

You glare at him and start to struggle against his hold, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that you wanted him to touch more of you. He chuckles at your sounds of distaste, promising that you’d be dead if he moved any further. He bites down on the exposed part of your neck making you moan in pain and a deep blush adorn your cheeks. His slivering hand finally grabs your ass and pulls your body closer to his. He pulls away from your neck to give himself enough room to lick up the blood that was dripping from his bite. “You’re all mine.”

Without much fight from you, he leans in and presses a harsh kiss against your lips, an all-engulfing force that has you reeling in need. You groan as your head is pushed back against the tree, your pair of lips fighting against his in an attempt to gain back the confidence you had from when you two first met. The mix of the coppery taste of your blood on your tongue adds a toxic aphrodisiac you can't place your finger on, wanting to taste more of yourself on his tongue in other ways. Your eyes lid as you two maintain eye contact through the kiss, the heat between you two ramping up as both of you have something to prove.

“Still tryna win, human? Are you gonna do whatever I tell you to?” Dabi ridicules you once he pulls away and tightly grips your jaw. The force makes your cheeks squish while your bruised lips pout. He leans in to press his lips against yours again as an open mouth kiss, his tongue invading your hot cavern and playing with your tongue. You moan into his handling, your wet muscle barely managing to put up a fight. You helplessly try to chase his lips when he pulls away, the action making him chuckle. “Turn around.”

He lets go of your hands as he allows you to move and notes the way that you slightly flinch from the harsh pressure suddenly being released. Though you quickly shrug it off, more than willing to turn around like the slut that you are. Grinning at your desperation he steps away from you to allow room to turn you around, and seizes your hands in his hold except this time behind your back when you’ve assumed the position. Dabi bends you over some and admires your curves finally up close and freely gropes at your ass. It’s shameful in the way that feeling his calloused hand grope and rub at your globes has you pressing against him, your needy action eliciting a spank from him. You whine out his name as he pulls down your pants, your juices darkening the material between your legs.

“Do you normally act this needy when you lose, hm?”

SMACK, another spank was delivered to your bum. Your eyes roll back when he gives you another and a harsher one to follow until you respond.

Your eyes prick as he taunts you, your legs trembling in need. Contrary to your own knowledge, Dabi was perfectly aware of your track record with beasts. To humans and other “dainty” species, you were known for your combat and prowess but amongst the more gritty creatures have shared more than a few whispers about your sexual endeavors. You turn your head and glare at him, tears and all as blood rushes to the skin of your bruising ass and flustered skin. Just as you were one not to lie, you deflect the implications of your winning and losing rate. “Do you normally take this long to fuck?”

SMACK.

Instead of his hand holding your hands above your head, he lets them go and lets you catch yourself against the uncomfortable tree. With one hand now placed on the side of your head, he holds you in place as he tugged down your underwear, no longer wanting to toy with what he desperately needed to claim as his. “I’m the one who won, remember?” Dabi growls as he grows impatient with your bitching, his hot hand reaching down to cup our sex and letting his two fingers rub at the sensitive nub at the top of your cunt.

The smell of your arousal was taunting him heavily. Dabi had never considered a human as his first option to fuck but you were bringing out a new side to him. The sickening thought alone made him grow impatient as he was more than ready to defile your cute body. Most humans don't fuck back, but you certainly looked like the type and that thought alone was riling him up. Evidently just from the way you were acting, you couldn't help yourself grinding back against him like that. At first glance you seemed like some brute snob, untouched and pompish. But here you were already gong-ho over some dragon dick you have yet to experience; acting so desperate and needy for him. His lips curve into a devilish grin as he marvels at the way your back arches as the arousal gets to you.

“Fuck, Dabi please.” You plead shamelessly as he slips his fingers up and down your folds to collect your slick, helping lube up your opening for his cock. He spits on his fingers to make it more slippery, not wanting to rush the prep as much as he'd love to have your pussy engulf his cock. He shushes you as he leaves his grip on your head to grab your jaw, making you look at him as he rubs at your cunt.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and let me prep you, pet.” He emphasizes his point by teasing at your opening with the tip of his finger then sinking his middle finger into your cunt. His cock twitches at the sensation of your gummy walls squeezing around the digit as strokes the inside of your kitty carefully. He groans and leans back to look at your pussy enveloping his finger, eyes happily drinking in what he’s seeing. “Knew this pussy was hungry for this.”

Your pants are heavy, pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as he continues to work it in and out of your dripping cunt. Dabi made sure to keep his hold on your jaw tight while his other got to work which allows you to brace your hands against the trunk of the tree with your hands now free. His thrusting stops to rub the outside of your lips, spreading your natural juices as lubricant and periodically brushing against your clit before his fingers are fucking themselves into you again. Your face was covered in bruises to some degree as you couldn’t help but keep your face against the tree bark -- not that you could care less, though. A wanton whimper leaves your lips feeling his hand completely leave your opening, making way to release himself from his pants.

He uses the slick from your wet cunt to help lubricate his lengths. He prods the first against your opening and groans lowly from how different the fit of your human pussy compared to other dragons. You felt your eyes burn with tears, his size bigger than you’re used to. You squirm against him only for him to command you to calm down. He spits another time as he works his hips into yours to open you up better, the action working as you produce more slick and loosen up as the moments pass. You feel his finger mix the spit and slick on your asshole, not shying away from playing with your chocolate starfish. He slips in his thumb to tease your opening, the play not phasing you one bit. It wasn't until you feel his finger enter you followed by experimental strokes is when you notice what's up. You suck in your breath, tensing up completely when his finger exits only to feel another head prod at your asshole.

You gasp from the intrusion of his second cock entering you. Your nails dig into the tree and you're consequently returned the favor as your hands sting from gripping onto it for dear life. You had never taken anything of his size in that entrance and you could tell he was enjoying the squeeze by how much he was throbbing in you. He breathes out curses into your neck, reminding you of your place and how tight you wrapped around him. Never had Dabi contemplated wanting to mate a human until now, the feeling like nothing he had felt before.

“You’re taking me so well, fuck.” Heavy and sloppy thrusts are met against your ass. The way of his thrusting signifies the animalistic side of him, the easing of his cock into you was nothing short of barbaric and drowning in pure pleasure. As he worked his hips better into yours.

It felt as though he was already accustomed to you and you loved it. The length and girth of his cock was filling a void you didn’t know you needed, and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to come back from it.

“How’s it feel to be fucked by a dragon, heh,” The dragon huffs out and works more of his length into your battered pussy and ass. Your sopping cunt and tight ass was starting to take his cock easier and easier the more he fucked you. His hands bored from only holding you in place soon move to tug up your shirt and grope at your tits, hands roughly fondling your mounds as if he had no rhyme or reason.

“Da… Dabi..!” You moan out, ass and pussy still clenching tight around him. He moans enjoying how you say his name before HISSing at the fact you were almost squeezing him too tight. Dabi refused to take his eyes off the area where your bodies joined, deeply engrossed by the way his cocks disappears to the hilt as he fucked your tight holes.

“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight little pet!” He exclaims excitedly, teeth to mark up your neck once again. Dabi hums in delight, hands roughly kneading your breasts. He tugs on your nipples craving the thought of wanting to know what your nipples would taste like against his tongue. Or even if he did so choose to breed you, how full, plump and ready you’d look -- all just for him.

Your vision blurs as the only thing on your mind is to relish in the pleasure you were receiving, hips riding back against his as you chase your climax. You were nothing but a vessel for your pleasure, not giving shit about him either. The all-consuming experience was successfully eating you up and you loved every second of it. If it meant being “his” pet, then so be it.

When he hits a certain angle in your holes, you shake as ecstasy shoots through our body. Your already breathier sighs and moans from your stolen breath now deepens into loud and sluttier sounds, your orgasm finally imminent. You start to babble not wanting nothing more than to finish on this dragon’s cocks.

“Please, please, Dabi-” You mewl. “Cum, need it.” You whine as you feel the familiar coil in your stomach tighten, the slick running down your thighs aiding in the ability of letting him thrust within you.

Dabi shushes you as he grabs both of your elbows and holds you up himself. He uses you like a pussy pocket as he starts to chase his release as well, needing to finish inside you just as much as you wanted to finish on his cocks. “Gonna breed you, s’that what you want, pet? Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck I need you to cum in me..!” You moan out, feeling your stomach coil to signify the impending orgasm that is about to hit you. Without needing any further excuse he grips your arms impossibly tight as he pummels into you, his hips bruising your backside as he drives you over the edge.

With a final thrust, he bottoms out inside you, relishing in the feeling of emptying his semen. A deep growl reverberates in Dabi’s chest as he finishes, his muscles only relaxing when he starts to empty. He holds you in place as you have no other choice but to take his stuffing, the amount so copious it starts to spill from your openings.

Dabi slowly lets you go as he pulls out, cocks flaccid and messy. He bends you over to look at your creampied holes, hands spreading your cheeks to get an unobstructed view of it. He gives your pained cheek an appreciative smack, snorting when you groan in pain at the feeling. The dragon stands back up and yanks at your hair, the unnecessary action making you whip your head around to glare at him, only to be met with a proud grin with his sharp teeth on display.

“You’re mine now, pet.”

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[dumbgoondog]

CURSED!YUJI !!!✨💝✨!!! Please write more for him!!! Double teamed by normal yuji and cursed!yuji!!! Some thoughts even! Cursed!Sukuna as well!!!

Cursed!Yuji Thoughts SFW and NSFW

Cw/Tw — Mahito, sexualization, Depression

glad you like it! I’ll do more but here’s some quick thoughts for now. I’ll do some for Sukuna later.

Cursed!Yuji speaks nearly every language, why? He’s learned them all to consume more movies and games. What if people who’d like him are just waiting in another country?

He loves monster fuckers. He sees em and it kinda makes him feel like a sex god. Knowing most to all of them would be dying to be beneath him, and getting to know him.

He’s got a dirty mind and is a pervert. He spends most of his time online and there’s so much porn, so much fan service, the dirty jokes. He loves it all so when he sees someone in a skirt bend over he can’t help but imagine what’s underneath. He feels bad about it

Yuji and Sukuna are close. When they both curses I honestly see Sukuna taking the role of Wasuke. A father figure, an unc, grandpa, even a brother. They’re found family, blood sworn family too. They’ve only ever had each other and will always have each other. Secretly, in Sukuna’s kingdom, the web, Yuji is a prince of it. They rule together but Yuji’s role as a leader is kept secret per Yuji’s request.

Yuji dresses in shawls like Mahito does, and big sweaters. They’re the easiest things to wear and move around in, he’s got four arms so finding clothes is hard. Sometimes Yuji just takes Mahito’s clothes to wear. It’s a war of clothing stealing between those two.

Yuji and Mahito play Board games a lot. Those two are like Pokémon rivals to each other. Friendly competition and battles. They make stupidly complex home rules, and it’s best not to join games they’re playing together unless you want to lose right away.

Mahito is the one Yuji sends to get embarrassing things. Like posters of hot models, magazines, shipment orders, etc. Mahito finds it super funny, but Yuji finds ways to get back at him.

Yuji is a big cuddle and physical touch kind of guy. If you dating, him hands will be on your ass, groping your chest, down your pants, he’s touching you as often as possible. “You’re my personal porn star!”

He’s thought of making a mold of his dick and selling it as a sex toy line… who’s to say he hasn’t already tho. (Might use this for a fic)

Choso is often the one to pull Yuji out his room from bed rot sessions. Choso is trying to help Yuji feel alive and have connections, Choso still sees Yuji as a brother as well. Yuji is grateful for it honestly.

Yuji wants to go to a college and just walk around the campus and “attend” classes. Even if no one can see him, he wants to pretend to be apart of these people’s lives.

Yuji roleplays. Choso got him into it. He has three characters that he just fits into the settings he wants to do. One is a rockstar character who is kinda a self insert but his idealized version of himself, the second is basically John Wick but a werewolf, and the third is this crime lord kitsune fuck boy. Yep.

Yuji has a house. It’s one story, and pretty simple with some rustic designs to it. It used to belong to a couple, but they died. It’s where he took his last name from.

Sukuna is a curse from the heian era, he was sealed away however way back when. Yuji in modern day, accidentally unseals him and is the one to help him learn about the modern day. They’ve been living together for about 7 years. It’s only been these last two years when Sukuna started to make his web/kingdom, and Yuji started to spiral into his NEET depression era.

Yuji has a thing for really proper girls. Traditional values, quiet, fine pressed clothes, kimonos, minimal makeup, long hair, you get it. He might have a slight corruption kink cuz he loves the thought of gettin them all messy and dirty.

[townpostin]

RSS-BJP Involved in Malpractices in UPSC Exams: Dr. Ajay Kumar

Senior Congress Leader Alleges Widespread Cheating in Competitive Exams Senior Congress leader and former Jamshedpur MP, Dr. Ajay Kumar, accused the BJP government of widespread cheating in competitive exams during a press conference in New Delhi on Tuesday. JAMSHEDPUR – Senior Congress leader and former Jamshedpur MP, Dr. Ajay Kumar, accused the BJP government of engaging in widespread…

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i only want certifiably bad people, evil women, morally corrupt individuals, NEETs, sicilian mob wives, internet trolls, degenerates, walmart shoplifters, people with an illegal cracked version of photoshop, gossips, liars, thieves, late stage sociopaths, junkies, unethical grifters, and the clinically mentally ill on my blog. everyone else can fuck off

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Of course you might wonder how UwU trend got created and spread~… how such a mysterious pheno- its junko. Of fucking course it’s junko, drugs in Hope’s peak water, altering every screen so it displays a imperceptible brainwashing message to every cell of the brain and body to modify when the person says "UwU" while recorded.

As for the first victim~? Chiaki of course~ from lazy kinda uncaring slob of a gamer gal to the new belle delphine (but way more thicc and still a bit lazy~)

After so many attempts to cause despair, Junko was running out of ideas. Killing games? Nope. Corruption with money? Neither… what could work… then she saw her phone, and realised… the internet! Streamers, Tiktok, memes… all that could cause DESPAIR! But you know… she didn't wanted just some booooooring deadly despair, she wanted a SEXY despair, so after weeks and weeks of putting sleeper agents on the water and subliminal messages on EVERY FUCKING SCREEN IN JAPAN, she was ready to unleash the beast… the UwU~~

Who should be the first target? Well, of course, the geek gamer herself on stream with 50k people, Chiaki~ She was currently playing some visual novels on stream, she was looking messy as always, dull colours, not showing off her fat titrs, no sexy commentaries… booooooooring!! So Junko decided to send a couple hundred bots spamming ''CHIAKI SAY UWU! IS TREND!!11!1''

''Uuuuuh… what are you guys saying… what is this trend you say…?'' She pauses the game and looks at the chat ''I don't know about it, seems dumb and i don't wanna…'' She keeps playing, Junko, seeing that chat spam wont work, started blasting 5 dollar donations saying ''SAY IT!!!1!'' over and over and over…

''Ugh… fine! I don't know why you all are wasting more on me saying this but okey…'' She does a peace sign ''UwUUUUUU…'' She sighs a moment ''Happy now? Aaaah… lets go back to playin-'' Before she could finish the sentence… she felt something weird in her ass… SHE WAS THROWING IT BACK ON CAMERA!~~ ''H-hey w-what is this…?!…'' Still sleepy yet surprised, claps her cheeks in a slow but STRONG way~ She tries to turn off the stream but…

yaaaaaaaaaawn…

''W-well guys… i have decided that i should maybe make streams with camera sub only…~'' She just decided to adjust her camera to focus on her fat NEET cheeks clappin and growing, each clap making the camera shake and the room too~

With that stream alone, she got 100k subs and a million dollars, the following stream? Was just a big camera focusing her twerking cheeks while she sleeps~~

[silenced-ghost]

Semi secret confession:

Today I found out that my owner has a corruption kink.

This whole time for the last two years he has been "drip feeding" me his kinks (at least in his own words).

I told him he doesn't have to give me the whole truth right now, but he says he feels pretty successful in conditioning me into his personal shut in neet, free use, boy toy @///@"

Luckily for him, I already was interested in cnc, intox, and most of the stuff he wanted to corrupt me with. But finding out this whole time he was conditioning me to be his stay at home pet by making it seem like my idea is so hot???

Our six year anniversary is at the end of this month and it's the first time seeing this side to him I'm very surprised!!

Ur my mutual who knows the most about kinks and Dom so I had to send u an ask and tell u!

I've never done corruption before! Is this how it works? I'm doing it right right? What should I do next? I'm worried if I ask him more of what he's been hiding it'll ruin the surprise??

hi there!! love this all so much honestly, before I answer your question I want to say congrats to you on nearly six years with your partner! to be that deep into your relationship and still finding such excitement and mutual desire to explore kink in this way is truly a testament to your connection with him.

I'd say this is definitely how corruption works, or at least a way that it can work and it seems to be working well for you! I don't think you should be so concerned about doing it the *right* way, corruption can be a complex and dynamic thing that looks very different for each individual based on their comfort levels and how they prefer to explore kinks and let themselves fall deeper down the rabbit hole of their own desires. if you're truly enjoying your partner leading you down that rabbit hole and letting yourself be conditioned for his kinks then that's really great and you're absolutely doing it right! so as long as you remain comfortable with how he's corrupting and conditioning you I also think you should stick with how it's been progressing rather than outright asking him what he's hiding or has planned for you since the surprise element of it seems to be a key part of what makes it all so exciting for you!

if you want to think about ways to not spoil it in that sense but still be engaged and show that you're eager for him to corrupt you, I think you could do something like drop hints here and there about kinks and things you'd like to explore further to let him know that you can still be corrupted even further.

thanks so much for this sweet little message and happy corrupting!

[genderstormwrites]

For your consideration: 2-way corruption, in which each party makes the other so much worse in their own unique way! A mighty demon warrior woman is turned into a pithuffing slut, meanwhile her smelly NEET loser GF is turned into a sadomasochistic imp slut.

When in doubt, more corruption is always better >:3

[postmoderntongues]

JK Rowling took on the fucking entire Christian church and yall really think some NEETs with Splat brand hairdye and crooked crusty lip rings wearing hot topic fashion from back when Nine Inch Nails was still putting out albums who need to do something performative lest they be forced to cut off their own skin to remove their children's book related tattoos like disgraced MS13 members and are now forced to rely on Meyers-Briggs and Astrology and Kink Orientation quizzes to replace their sorting hat fantasy draft pick as the cornerstone of their personality are going to frighten her into silence by looking up her publicly available address on line and posing like 70's gay suburban theater kids attempting to play menacing street toughs in a West Side Story remake would pose in front of her locked gate?

Do you think rape threats from somebody whose HRT regiment has prevented them from achieving an erection even with chemical assistance in the past quarter decade is scarier than being told that you are an agent of the devil and going to spend eternity burning in hell for corrupting children?

Conservative Christian groups called in bomb threats at showings of the first movie. I didn't read it mostly because I don't like fantasy and even in 1st grade detested Deus Ex Machina so I didn't put up a fight about them being off limits (plus I had better taste like Shadow Children and Series of Unfortunate Events and Dear America and Goosebumps and Demonata) but was not permitted to watch the films until 4th grade at a library program after a long talk with my pastor about how the movies contained subliminal messages to convince me to forsake Jesus and glorified witchcraft.

To put this in perspective, this was AFTER Id seen the movies American History X, Requiem For A Dream, A Clockwork Orange, Full Metal Jacket, Saving Private Ryan, The freddy/jason/Chucky movies, Schindlers List, Eraserhead, Dawn Of The Dead, Pink Floyd's The Wall, Goodfellas, The Godfather, The Green Mile, Blue Velvet, Trainspotting, Creepshow, Gremlins, Real war and non-mainstream news crime footage, and finally either months or weeks after my stone shell of desensitization was shattered by Happy Tree Friends. My going to the library to watch the first few harry potter movies were my first attempt at consuming any form of unfamiliar media since the happy tree friends incident and it was treated significantly more heavily than my first on screen extended rape scene (which I want to say was Last house on the Left because my dad is a big Craven fan but could have also been ACO or Pink Floyds The Wall) like watching this movie about a nerdy kid with a magic wand at a magic school having impossible fantasy adventures was a significant danger to the sanctity of my Christian soul but I was immune to any damage or discomfort the "Singing In The Rain" scene might have caused

My church protested the opening of the first movie. i was there. i held a sign. We did the same thing for The Golden Compass. I promise that the stern German man who used to beat my hands with a piece of wood for having cognitive impairments and thinks he's losing a soul every time somebody walks by him to buy a ticket is a lot scarier than a Policule of they/thems who think you want to hunt trans women for sport because you don't think lesbians should be morally obligated to interact sexually with cocks.

People have been burned alive and hung and crushed with rocks for witchcraft by Christians. Be-Gendered millennials with social science degrees throw glitter "bombs" and call you mean names that they made up for people who disagree with them and then write a thinkpiece for a microblog that 15 people read the first paragraph and a half of.

Anyway Rowling has always been one of my least favorite authors she was dethroned by Meyer in Junior High but her work was shoved so hard down my throat growing up and I was so not feeling it and really don't like her writing but as a person shes pretty fucking based

[orionautoparts]

Eden of the East ep. 6, 9-11

Truly no words. I was stunned with this ending, and not in a good way. Maybe there was a reason that I had never heard of this anime before this class. There were several plot holes like the 20,000 NEET’s being able to find their own phones, which also happen to be fully charged in time for Takizawa’s crowd-sourcing solution to the 60 incoming missiles. Also, I was not satisfied with the show’s ending of Takizawa naming himself “King of Japan.” l was astonished that 11 episodes concluded in this. Anyway, I wanted to just talk about some of the references that I noticed.

The supposed bombing of the 20,000 NEETs was reminiscent of God flooding the entire world due to the wickedness of the people in it. This made me think that initially, people saw that the NEETs were seen as wicked and corrupt, implying that NEETs are wicked and corrupt for being unproductive members of society. That is, until it was revealed that Takizawa intended for the bombing as a way for NEETs to be seen as integral members of society; however, it backfired, as society started blaming the NEETs for the attack, forcing Takizawa to send the 20,000 NEETs to Dubai. 

The choice of Dubai seemed unusual to me at first, until I remembered that Dubai has a pretty substantial amount of migrant workers, which can be alluded to by the promise of higher salaries and the lack of an income tax in the United Arab Emirates. Furthermore, we see that the NEETs are tanned, indicating that these people worked outside in the sweltering heat of the Middle East. Sending the NEETs to Dubai could be seen as a two-sided coin. One side could be seen as a blessing, with the promise of a good salary that will not be taxed, compared to the relatively high tax rates in Japan. The other could be perceived as a punishment. Since the NEETs were unproductive in society, they will be productive in a foreign country without any family, all while enduring the sweltering heat of the UAE.

[polarwav]

Why India needs Anarchism

Anarchism is a philosophy of direct action. India always had local self governance and direct democracy, in the form of panchayats. Mutual aid has always been a part of the Indian consciousness. But all that is basically a fossilised version of the indian, a digression. I will tell you why we REALLY need anarchism.

Firstly, UPSC, JEE, NEET and the Bureaucrats are colonial legacy

Competitive exams basically throw bodies at the problem of governance poverty and education. Even after JEE Advanced being the hardest exam, the IITs do not rank anywhere in research. Contrarily, TIFR, ICTS, IISc, ISI, RRI- institutes that do NOT take in through JEE or even if they do, they take in very less are actually pretty well known worldwide. Why? You may ask. If you really do want to know we can discuss it later on.

The IAS babu system compels and facilitates corruption as they basically are in place so that the mobs do not go berserk full french revolution mode. I mean, the Brits had ICS for this very reason. Civil servants were always against the independence movement, and the police and the babus have only ever worked to benefit the political upper class, who rarely ever change. In 525 people in the lower house, basically no one is there that is not a result of nepotism. Same is true for local assemblies. You are further removed from politics because if you work for the government you cannot have any political affiliation and if you are anyone else, your company can indiscriminately fire you for being “political”. Why? Because the IAS are the DE FACTO CHAIRMAN OF YOUR COMPANY. The IAS also come up with brain dead policies because they have no idea about the ground reality. So is the case with the Courts, where time and time again people of backward castes are harassed. Therefore your protest and movement will have no participants unless you are the political elite.

I say if you are an anarchist, instead of protesting, which will play into the hands of the ruling state, take it in your own hands. Educate children, do not take the NGO route, find mutual aid. If you are a doctor, or a nurse, educate people in first aid, help them set up their own clinics for primary care. Look up doctors who work in goodwill, improve their access and help them reach you. If you are an engineer, go to farmers, go to different people. Understand their problems, start co-ops to deal with the problem, contribute to open source! See how can you take your knowledge to the people. Gather artisans, cooks, experts, etc. Set up a little gym for youth in backward communities, train them martially to RESIST police and caste oppression! Thousand different ways to achieve this.

Learn from the example of Gandhian Khadi or Swadeshi movement, the Mondragon coop in spain, read about EZLN and Catalonia, read about Rojava. Read Bookchin, Malatesta. Follow the example of Dr Verghese Kurien!

Let not anarchism be a mere talking point. Let it mean action!

[simstoybox]

My N.E.E.T sim and her best friend Laura. They're so cutie, I kind wish I didn't make Laura straight so they could date lol. Love how the demo of this room turned out. Sadly this file got corrupted my the infamous "For Rent Glitch"(

Natasha-Neet girl in chair.

Laura-Indian girl on bed.

[sporco-filth]

Well, I'm the obvious guess is Satin -> Stain lmao. Excellent new chapter by the way, I love how it immediately gets into the slobbish action. Getting food, quitting his job to be a NEET, and then masturbating before even more food. You've made some references to guys stroking it before, but I think it's the first time you wrote a guy rightfully jizzing :3 I'm looking forward to even more slobbish hedonism in the upcoming chapters :D

nah, that wasn't it, sorry, but good guess

Yeah, this story is a bit different from my typical ones where the character needs to slowly realise they enjoy being a slob. That's the benefit of having a magical explanation I guess. Otherwise it's like, why is this person who has always been neat and stuff suddenly a slob?

and yeah this is the first time any of my characters have been shown to actually come. There just hasn't been the occasion for it, or I just didn't think about putting it in. But in this story the emphasis is on corruption, vice and hedonism, not just messiness/rudeness/unhealthiness etc. so it was definitely a key thing I wanted to include.

It might give a hint about the title's pun, but the things he does are all meant to be related to the 7 deadly sins (greed and envy are the only ones that got ignored (in this chapter at least), but pride, anger, lust, gluttony and sloth are all on display). And that's why him having a wank (i.e. lust) was always part of the story plan.