#and getting to work is just me being on the verge of a heatstroke every damn day

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hii I was wondering if I could request tighnari and cyno where reader gets sunburnt and they help help treat them?

(also your writing is so good please keep up the good work <3)

Thank you so much! it means a lot knowing you and others are enjoying them :)

You practically lived in Avidya Forest, under the shade of the large trees you loved so much. So, despite your friend's warnings, you still trod out to the desert. Honestly, you really didn't expect to burn the way you did.

It's like you're made of paper!

Tighnari was not at the least surprised when you returned home looking like you were soaked in tomato paste. He just sighed, shaking his head while muttering words under his breath.

"I told you, the desert is a lot more dangerous than here. You need to take water and shade with you. But do you listen?" he scolds, taking your wrist in hand and pulling you into his home. He points at the bed. "Sit."

You're eyes widen at the tone of voice he used and immediately sat down. You watched Tighnari move about, already working on something to help you. The sight and thought made you smile and momentarily forget your situation. He asked questions about how you felt, wanting to make sure it was just sunburn and not on the verge of something like a heatstroke.

"I'm alright, Tighnari!" you assure him, allowing his fingers to grip the hem of your shirt and lift it up, off of you. "Honestly, It's not that bad-"

A short scream left you as a hand lightly hit the top of your chest, a burning sensation bringing tears to your eyes so you squeezed them shut.

"Not that bad, huh?"

At the sight of a few tears rolling down Tighnari is careful as he pulls his hand away, gently cupping your face instead. His touch caused your eyes to open. His expression softens.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I'll be more careful from now on. Just let me know when a spot hurts too much."

You nod your head, sniffing.

Tighnari leans back, picking up a container that held a cream substance. "And you will not be doing any patrols until you're healed. No cooking for everyone, you don't need any more heat. Just. Rest."

When you tried to protest, he flicked your forehead.

Cyno felt bad since you were only in the desert because of him. He tried his best to be extra gentle with you and to keep you out of the sun as much as he could.

Because of how many people get sunburned or sick from being out in the desert heat, there is a medicine available that Cyno is adamant he applies to you every day himself.

Of course, once in a while when he catches you doing something you shouldn't be doing - like going outside in the daytime - he will purposefully poke a partially burnt spot that makes you yelp in pain and glare at the Mahamatra.

"What do you call a person when they're sunburnt?" he asked suddenly. "Apeeling."

"No!"

[multifandomthoughtss]

Burning for you

MINORS DNI AFAB READER

Requested by: anonymous

Author’s Note: I finished this at 1 am so there may be some mistakes in this.

Word Count: 2.4k

Finally, a day off to relax. The sun had been beating down on you and the other crusader’s heads, and you’ve been making headway on defeating Dio’s minions. Joseph suggested that you go to one of the many beaches near your hotel, and bring someone along just in case a stand user appears. You decide to drag Kakyoin along, hoping he doesn’t mind the salty sea air.

There was a lot to do along the beachfront from food to sightseeing. It feels a little strange to be in a country so different from your own and know so little of the language and culture, but there are still things you can see and feel in the air that are just universally human. It helps ease your stress, as does the man beside you.

Tall, quiet and intelligent; you’ve been drawn to Kakyoin ever since Jotaro pulled the flesh bud out of his head. You always felt that he was a loner, someone in need of a friend. You hope this one on one time will help the two of you get to know each other. As you reach the sandy beach and spread your towel, Kakyoin unfolds the chair he brought with him and sits down to read a book. The intellectual side is another thing you like about him, but it’s not going to get you anywhere if he ignores you in favor of some pages.

You weren’t going to admit that you thought he was attractive, but you find yourself questioning if he was comfortable in his own body. “Are you going to be okay, Kakyoin? You’ve been wearing your uniform all the time we’ve been here. I don’t want you to get heatstroke.” Kakyoin chuckles, almost as if he knew this was going to come up. “I brought along a water bottle, and if I absolutely need to I can find shade. You don’t need to worry about me.” Giving a pleasant smile, you look him over.

He’s lying to you. His normally bouncy red curl is almost stuck to his face and you swear you can see a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. After a minute or two you can’t stand to see him endure it any longer and speak up again. “You know, if you keep dripping with sweat like that it might ruin your book. Shedding a layer or two won’t hurt, your school won’t be any the wiser.” He wants to give you a retort, but he sees the concern on your face and recognizes it was in your voice, so he just sighs. “Alright, you win this time. And I do want to keep the pages in good condition.” With no further questions he unbuttons his jacket and then his shirt before slipping them both down his arms and carefully folding them to lay beside him.

Looking over, you can’t help but stare at his frame. He’s slender as you expected, but has a decent amount of muscle around his extremities. “Is he an athlete?” You wonder. His skin is pale, lack of sunlight answering your question. You stop yourself as you find your thoughts escalating further and further to naughtiness. Instead, you occupy yourself with laying out on your towel and getting comfortable. As the bright sun bears down on you, you remember one last precaution you need to take. Reaching into your bag, you pull out a bottle of sunscreen.

You squeeze the bottle, a dollop of sunscreen now in your hands. Lathering it in your palms, you proceed to apply it to your face generously; it will suck tomorrow if your face burns. And then, it hits you. You know exactly how to get Kakyoin to pay attention to you. “Hey Kak! Can I please get your help over here?” He looks up from his reading and gives you a puzzled glance. “What can I help you with now?” You try to hide the smile this idea is leaving you with, and just hold out the bottle. “I won’t be able to do a good enough job putting this on my back, so would you mind doing it for me? I really don’t want to be dealing with a burn for the next leg of our trip.” Taking a minute to think about it, he doesn’t see any malicious action behind your innocuous request. Putting down his book, he gets up, stretching before slowly walking over to you. “Of course. Would you mind if I used a little for myself afterwards? I’d like to avoid a similar predicament.” You give him another smile along with handing over the sunscreen bottle. “Wouldn’t mind one bit. It’s all yours!”

You chuckle to yourself, a mischievous grin coating your face. He has fallen into your trap, and if you’re lucky, he will drown in the pool of love. You do your best, pulling off your shorts and shirt to reveal a red and white polka dot bikini. Not to steal his style, you picked the outfit that reminded you of cherries, his favorite fruit. There’s two things you have in common with the cherry; being mouthwatering and delicious.

You hear a muffled sound you hope is Kakyoin dropping the bottle in surprise and excitement, but when you turn to look he has instead gotten down onto his knees. “Is something wrong?” You ask, feigning the reason for your surprise. You want to sound like you’re worried for his safety and health, but really you’re amazed at the idea that he had an even better reaction to your outfit than expected. “I’m just fine,” he replies in an even tone. “I just needed a better position to work the sunscreen onto you.” A little disappointed with that rational explanation, you lay on your stomach and await his treatment. What you don’t realize is how well Kak had been able to bluff you. Truth be told, he is taken by surprise by your swimsuit and had felt weak in the knees at that moment. “Need me to put some sunscreen on your back?” You nod your head violently, almost as if you were planning something. Luckily Kakyoin is none the wiser.

Kakyoin squeezes some sunscreen into his palm and rubs his hands together to spread it to both hands. With that minor preparation done, he gently lays his hands on your back to get you acclimated to the cold liquid before getting to work. “Eeep!” You squeak, arching your back and tensing up out of impulse. This also means you flex your glutes and bring attention to your ass, much to Kakyoin’s increasingly difficult to hide interest. He pushes the thought away as best he can and starts by covering your back and shoulders. It’s easy going, you occasionally give off a pleased sigh or groan from the attention his hands are giving you, but he can stay mostly composed. That does not last as long as he would like, and he only has his own sense of diligence to blame. “Should I get your legs too?” he inquires, not yet knowing the issue to come.

“Yes please.” You feign innocence, knowing exactly what this will do to him. You’ve been doing your best to discreetly eye his bulge, adjusting your actions accordingly. You know he’ll do his best to keep his composure, but his body can’t lie. Squeezing a little extra sunscreen onto his hands, Kak starts at your ankles, rubbing the white substance in circles going upwards. Eventually, his hands are at your inner thigh, and he can’t help but wonder what you would sound like if he were to accidentally brush his thumb over your crotch. “Oh god, I shouldn’t be thinking about this…but it’s making me feel so good..” Once again, he pushes the thought away, doing his best to think unattractive thoughts.

He finishes covering your legs, but by now you’re having too much fun. “Just a little bit more? What if my bottoms start riding up later and I get a burn on my butt? Better to be safe than sorry…” you ask, trying to hide the dirty delight in your voice. You grab the waistband of your bottoms and pull them up, giving yourself a slight wedgie so the material is tucked into your ass and your pale cheeks are exposed. Kakyoin’s fingers twitch around the bottle, and he can’t help but sweat a little. “Sure… anything to help out.” He stammers, trying to look at your face but knowing he can’t do so forever. With another dollop of sunscreen, he gently cups your rear and starts kneading the cream into the mounds. You have to bite your lip to keep any moans from coming out.

After another minute, the work is done and he looks up at you expectantly. You look back as you undo the back of your top. “Wouldn’t want any tan lines…” You coo, voice lacking any conviction that it’s what you really care about, but it doesn’t matter to him anymore. He starts lathering that area too, no questions asked. You can feel his hands twitch every time they’re on the verge of dipping around to your chest, and imagining him following through one of these times is so exciting. “Go ahead… more!” you whine out, looking back at him.

Kak’s hands shake and twitch even more as they hover over your ribcage. You swear you can see him twitch uncomfortably in his pants, every move you make causing his pants to tighten. Giving your lip a bite, you decide to take it even further. Sitting up on your knees you yank his hands on top of your uncovered breasts. “I can tell you’ve been a patient boy, and I can’t stand watching you be all tense. Now that I’ve gotten you to make the first move, why don’t you enjoy it?”

Kakyoin is speechless, his face almost as red as his hair. He’s been given the chance, no almost told to enjoy your body and yet he sits there frozen in place. Taking his slim index fingers, you guide each one to the bud, swirling each one around as you moan vigorously. “For a start, this is where you can touch me…any other place is allowed but I assume you’d want to feel them first…” It’s a blessing that he can’t see your face; he prefers his imagination filling in the mental gaps. Hundreds of thoughts aid his every touch, envisioning your face as you feel the pleasure pulsing through you. Each moan, each whine was Heaven to his ears. His index fingers led to his palms as he grasps the mounds of flesh, running the smooth inside skin against sensitive nubs.

Having your back against him, you can feel his erection press against your ass, waiting to be freed. Leaning back, you move your hips from side to side to produce more friction, hopefully eliciting a moan. Instead, Kakyoin lets out a growl and his grip on your boobs strengthens slightly. He leans forward to put his head on your shoulder, and you can each hear how heavily the other is breathing. “Kak…you’ve been such a good boy, holding back and being patient while touching me.” Removing his hands from your body, you coo, turning around to face him. His violet eyes brim with tears, not from sadness, but from lust. “I can see that you’re incredibly needy, would you like me to help?” Fiercely shaking his head, your hands move over to his hips. In one fell swoop you jerk his pants and underwear off, watching as his cock springs to life.

It’s about less than average girth, but above average length, and already leaking precum. It’s time for you to get to work. You gently run your hand down the base of his shaft and up again, causing Kakyoin to quiver as if the slightest touch will send him into a frenzy. After doing that a few times, prepping yourself and him, you take a few deep breaths and lick the head of his cock. An unusual sound spills out of his mouth and you look up: his fist is covering his mouth, muffling any precious sounds he were to make. A few more licks and you’re ready to suck. You lick a long stripe from the base down to the top and then one around the ridges of his dick.

Finally, breathing through your nose, you lower your mouth onto Kak’s nearly throbbing cock. It fits surprisingly nicely in your mouth, giving you the feeling of being full yet the ability to breathe through your mouth if need be. You bob your head up and down, easing into a pace that is comfortable for the both of you.

As you continue to bob, you can sense yourself become more accustomed to his dick, and can get a little bit more of him in your mouth. Even with his eyes squeezed shut, and cursed spilling out of his mouth, Kakyoin notices. “Shiiii….y-you’re doing such a good j-job sweetheart…keep going.” A tender hand rests on your shoulder, not only for encouragement but for balance.

Letting out a hum, you can feel the vibrations of Kakyoin’s moans as you swirl your tongue up and down his dick, each lick bringing him closer to his breaking point. You become faster with your thrusts, running your hand up and down his shaft. Each moan, gasp and whine is becoming deeper, louder and more frantic. Looking up at him, you can see his eyes are no longer shut, but rolled back into his head as a single drop of sweat falls down his cheek.

He’s close to finishing, and it’s time for you to pull out all the stops. Taking another deep inhale, you go down to the hilt of Kak’s cock, deepthroating him with a loud moan. You bat your eyelashes for good measure, and even poke out your tongue a bit. Once, twice– “Oh god, I think I’m gonna…” He states, his voice cracking. And before you can even go down a third time, you feel a soft hand cup your chin. A warm liquid coats your throat as you still have you head in his groin. You choke and sputter, swallowing. But not before a little bit dribbles out, and lands on your still exposed chest.

“You want more sunscreen, Kakyoin?” You joke, swiping the seed from off your chest and sucking on it. Still as red as ever, Kak laughs it off, leaning back in the sand. Sighing and shaking his head, he’s clearly happy but exhausted. “I know you originally wanted me to touch you; that was your whole plan. But in a weird way I was the one who got the last laugh. And to that I say:

“Time for me to finish up.”

[harrywritingsbyme]

it’s sooo hot where i live right now and it’s also really hot in my house, so could you maybe do something where the reader faints from the heat? like heatstroke or something??

Too Hot

Based Off Of This Ask

A/N: I Combined the two! I HAD to make this a Sugar daddy/boyfriend!Harry fic. It’s fluffy with a tinge of angst bc why not. The ending is ‘eh’...so don't judge me. Enjoy🙃

Harry loved to do any and everything for you. He’d buy you the entire world if he could. He just loved doing things for you. He knows how hard you work, plus you never ask him for anything besides his love and support. So spoiling you would always be a priority for him. He absolutely adored seeing your face light up when he bought you something that you’d been eyeing or something that he just knew you’d like. There was no sight in this world that he loved more than seeing you, the woman he loves happy. He planned on doing everything he could to keep that smile on your face. And Harry was able to do just about everything to successfully do that. That is, except for one thing. 

Despite all of the presents he’s bought you and the love and affection he showered you with, he still couldn’t get you to move in with him. 

You loved Harry more than you could ever explain to anyone. You were constantly thanking your lucky stars for not only having such an amazing boyfriend, but also for just having an amazing person like him in your life at all. Even though you didn’t care about all the presents, you weren’t going to deny the fact that you did enjoy them. You absolutely loved the way Harry spoiled you and made you feel like a princess. Who wouldn’t love that?! Despite this being the case, you still couldn’t manage to allow yourself to take him up on his offer to move in with him. You loved the way he spoiled you with love and presents, but moving in was an entirely different ballgame for you. You felt like you should be taking care of yourself and anything Harry gave you should just be extra. For some reason, when you thought about living with him, you felt like you were incapable or inadequate when it came to taking care of yourself. With this being said, every time Harry’d ask or bring it up to you, you’d sweetly say “one day”. 

You knew that without a doubt you and Harry would live together in the future. What you didn’t know was that one day, would actually be today. 

It was the hottest day of the year so far where you lived and as if it was right on time, the air conditioner in your apartment broke the night before. This meant that your place was going to become an oven and you had no choice but to live in it. You were taking all of the necessary measures to stay cool. You were wearing minimal and cool clothes, you kept your cold water near you at all times, the blinds and curtains were closed to keep the sun out, and the fan was on the highest setting. Even though you were doing all these things, it didn’t stop your body from shutting down. You were able to get through the morning but once noon hit, your apartment only got hotter and more uncomfortable. The heat was just too much for you and before you knew it, you were out for the count.

Thankfully, you weren’t alone and passed out in your apartment for long. Yesterday Harry had promised you that he’d come over and spend the day with you after he got out of the meetings he had scheduled for today. After walking down the long hallway, which was just another reason why Harry wanted you to move in with Him, he finally makes it to your apartment. Normally after one or two knocks you’d be opening the door and greeting Harry with a kiss. After a few more knocks and still no response, Harry fishes into his pocket for his keys and uses the key you’d given him and he lets himself in. As soon as he opens the door, he’s enveloped in the overwhelming heat from your apartment. When he steps inside, he only gets hotter. But the heat was the last thing he was worrying about when he saw you slumped over on the couch with the fan directly on you. When he sees you like this, his mind goes straight to the worst case scenario. 

Harry knew that you and heat didn’t mix well at all. There were countless times where he needed to keep a close eye on you whenever you two were out and about when it was beyond hot outside. You’d only fainted once in the past, and he was right there to take care of you. Now, Harry didn’t know how long you’d been like this and he was absolutely terrified. 

Harry immediately drops the paper bag that held the lunch he brought for you both and rushes right over to you. He brings two fingers up to your neck to check your pulse and in that moment, Harry breathed for the first time since he stepped inside. The absolute worse case scenario that was running around in his head finally stops when he feels a pulse. The only thing he had to do next was get you up and awake. For the next 20 minuets, Harry runs around your apartment to get you situated so that when you come back to you’re nice and comfortable. He makes sure that the damp washcloth he has draped across your forehead is cool at all times, and that the makeshift icepacks he made are in all the right places. Once you’re all taken care of in bed, Harry leaves out of your room to take care of the food he brought you earlier.

When you finally begin to come back to, you immediately notice a change in your surroundings and your mind goes straight to Harry. You could hear him moving around somewhere in your apartment, so you decide to get up and check on him. But that plan is immediately scrapped, when you feel a massive headache crash over you as you move to sit up.

“Harry” You call out to him, even though your mouth was beyond dry and your throat was a bit scratchy. After a few more calls out to him, you finally hear his footsteps coming in the direction of your bedroom. 

“Hey baby.” Harry coos softly, coming into the bedroom with a tray of essentials in hand. He comes around to your side of the bed and he places the tray on your bedside table before sitting on the edge next to your legs. “How y’feeling?” 

“I have a crazy headache.” You grumble to him. “What happened?” You ask him, trying to figure out why you were waking up with a massive headache, and why Harry was taking on the role of nurse. 

“The heat was too much for you and you passed out on the couch.” Harry explains, reaching over to grab a pain reliever for your headache. 

“How long was I out?” You sigh, taking the pill from Harry. Before answering, Harry helps you sit up so that you can take the pill with water. 

“When I got here, you were passed out on the couch.” Harry explains further, holding you and the glass of water up. 

“The AC went out last night.” You tell him, laying back against the pillows when when you’re done with the water. 

“I don’t want to tell you that I told you so, especially now” Harry begins, placing the glass of water back onto the tray. “But…this wouldn’t have happened if you just moved in with me.” Harry says matter of factly.

“Harry” you sigh, digging your head back into the pillow. 

“I know this isn’t the best time to have this conversation, but I just need to know. If you don’t want to that’s fine, but I just need an answer.” At first you were frustrated with the idea of having this conversation. But seeing the look of worry, mixed with dejection was making you feel even worse than you were already feeling. To see Harry worried about you and your health, to now showing a feeling of being turned down was the worse sight in the world.

“Babe” you sigh, reaching out to grab his hand. “It’s not that I don’t want to move in with you, it’s just that-“ before you even continue, you have to pause for a second. Even though you weren’t in the right frame of mind to talk about things right now, you did owe it to Harry to at least give him an answer.

“You don’t have to walk on eggshells around me, just tell me how you feel.” He reminds you, squeezing your hand in his. 

“It’s just that you already do so much for me as it is, and moving in with you makes me feel like I can’t take care of myself. It’s like I work hard and I still need someones help.” You explain lowly to him. 

“Babe, the little bit that I do for you is nowhere near what you deserve. You work extremely hard and I completely understand why you feel like you should be taking care of yourself. But, at the end of the day, I love you, I want to make you happy, and I just want to spend every moment I possibly can with you. Especially after today.” By the end, Harry was on the verge of tears. Seeing you so fragile and not being able to do anything about it was really getting to him. He also hated not being able to take care of you the way he wanted to, and the way you deserved. 

“I know you’re gonna cry, and if you do then I’m gonna lose it.” You pout up at him. After hearing his side, you realized that yes your feelings may have been valid, but moving in together would make Harry happy, and that’s the only thing that mattered to you. And it’s not like you were moving in with a complete stranger. You were moving in with Harry, the absolute love of your life.

“You really scared me today baby.” Harry sighs in disbelief. 

“I’m so sorry baby.” 

“S’not your fault that you have a shitty air conditioning unit.” Harry jokes. 

“And I wouldn’t have to worry about that if I just moved in with you already.” You repeat his words as you sit up against your headboard. In this short amount of time, you managed to make your mind up that you were indeed going to take Harry up on his offer and move in with him. Now you just wanted to lighten the mood a little bit and mess with him.  

“What’s it going to take for you to move in with me?” He asks you. His time was filled with amusement and frustration at the fight you were putting up against this. You’d given him a hard time before, but never like this. 

“You buying me that pretty necklace I showed you.” You bargain. You figured you might as well try to get something else out of the deal. 

To Harry though, this was a yes to his proposal. You could have said that you wanted an island and he would have emptied his bank accounts to do it. And with Harry, that was far from an over exaggeration. 

“De-“ before he can even agree, you quickly interject to make sure he knows exactly what you want.

“The diamond one.” You clarify. When Harry hears you say this, he couldn’t help but laugh. Even though you didn’t ask for much, you surely knew what you wanted.

“I’ll buy you the entire store if it means that my baby’ll be living with me.” Harry says excitedly. He stands up and straddles your body so that he’s on top of you and he begins to shower you with little kisses. After a few more minuets of kisses and laughs between you and Harry, the both of you were out of breath. 

“I love you.” You whisper up to him with a soft smile, and reaching up to push back the curls that had fallen in his face. 

“I love you more baby.” Harry sighs back Happily, bringing his head down to press another kiss to your lips. “On an unrelated note, am I your sugar daddy?” 

“Way to ruin the mood sir.” You laugh at the random question.

“No I’m being serious.” Harry chuckles, trying to start up the conversation again. “I mean, you already call me daddy in the bedroom. And I buy you pretty things.” Harry rations. 

“When you get me that pretty necklace, are you gonna make me suck you off to say thank you?” You tease. 

“I mean, I’m not gonna force you, nor oppose it the way some people like to oppose things.” He says pointedly with a smirk. “But it would be nice though.”

“I like being your girlfriend though.” You pout up at him.

“You’ll still be my girlfriend obviously. I think I just want the title. Y’know?”

“No, I really don’t know. But I do love you, and if it makes you happy, I guess you can be my sugar daddy. Just know that you’re a weirdo.” You agree, even though you had no idea where this was coming from. 

“You said yes to two things in one day?! Is this because you’re getting a pretty necklace outta me?” Harry asks “suspiciously”.

“Maybe” You reply with a smirk. 

“Well I think that this daddy deserves some sugar.” Harry replies smoothly. When he says this, all you could do was laugh hysterically.

“Okay, two things. One, never say that again because that was really weird. Two, I’d me more than willing to give you some “sugar”, but we need to go to your place and do it because it’s hot in here, you being on top of me only makes me hotter, and I’m not trying to pass out again.”

“Fine” Harry concedes, making sure to give you a serious pout before falling onto the bed next to you. 

Even though passing out wasn’t the most ideal way to have a breakthrough, it did end up working out in you and Harry’s benefit. 

Masterlist

[lemontwst]

Consider this: Vil, Jamil, Ruggie and Sebek getting third prostrate milked to an inch of its life (they’re screaming and moaning, tearful eyes and a splotchy face with their tounge sticking out and their limbs twitching madly. Bonus points if the cum is collected into a cup and the boys drink it)

after careful deliberation, the council has decided that you, anon, are the person with the biggest brain on this planet. we pray your days are lustful and your boys dumb subby sluts. also i hope you don’t mind that i improvised a bit with the cum eating stuff, i didn’t want to make these too samey!

content warnings: degradation, cum eating, mindbreak, b/dsm, (light) asphyxiation.

𝓥𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓽

There is something almost primordial about your desire to break Vil into tiny, useless pieces. Maybe it’s the fact that perfection is his entire raison d'être, the only thought that bounces around in that little empty head of his 24/7.

The feeling of sadistic satisfaction that courses through your veins when you take the queen down is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. After hours of torrid overstimulation you seem to have achieved your goal, because right now, your Vil looks like a common whore. His hair is falling out of his pins, a messy curtain of gold framing his sweaty top-model features. Mascara runs down his face, his eyeshadow is completely ruined, and yet he still manages to look so unbelievably hot, chest pressed against the floor and ass up and at your mercy.

“You sound like such a slut when you moan, Vil.” He lets out a long, wanton whine when you pull back the dildo you’ve been using to torment his asshole. The repeated stretching feels so delicious, his hole is hot and dripping with his own cum, a gift left behind by your cruel fingers a few minutes before. Back arched in a submissive arch, Vil’s tongue sticks out and traces his moist lips as he imagines licking your fingers clean, the filthy image makes his dripping cock throb and ache for your touch, but that’s not how you want to play today.

No, you want to make him come over and over again with his ass and his ass alone. You want to milk him dry, to hear him cry and beg for a release you’re not sure you’re in the mood to grant him.

“Just...like...that......” Vil meowls, his fingers helplessly grasping at the cold floor, looking for something, anything to latch onto. When he doesn’t find it, he hastily moves his hands to his ass, grabs the firm flesh so tight it curves between his fingers and spreads his butt cheeks, still managing to look as graceful as a swan despite the fact that he’s inviting you to plow him harder, “More...more...! Make a mess of my insides!” His hips shake like crazy every time you thrust the dildo deep inside his ass, his precum keeps flowing out of his dick like a broken dam, pooling under him in a disgusting display. It’s reaching places that my fingers can’t! This is the first time I’ve been touched there, the first time that my prostate got pounded like this!~

...Yeah, you’re done with this. Vil lets out a disappointed cry as you take out the dildo in a swift, rough movement. His wide eyes find yours and you’ve never seen him look so upset, “Wha-- why? I was so clo--ugyah!!” He squeals when you spank his ass hard. Unperturbed, you do it again and the sound resonates through the empty room alongside Vil’s piggy noises. The lewd body in front of you shakes and then goes painfully still. C-coming! Vil twitches, tears running down his face as he feels his cum dripping out of his twitching cock in thick, shameful globs.

Then, like a puppet whose strings have been cut off, he slumps to the floor, panting and shaking with a stunned expression on his face. He yelps when you spank him again, his mind racing as he tries to come up with the right thing to say.

“Sho...rry.......I’m shorry......!” He whines, sounding nothing like the stubborn, untouchable queen you know. “Please...forgive me...master....” Vil sighs, giving you a long, adoring look from beneath his long, fluttering lashes.

“I’m not sure you deserve it.” You speak plainly, holding back a smirk as Vil freezes up. Your boyfriend looks at you like you just slapped him and well, technically you did, but he was enjoying it. Now he just looks...terrified, miserable like you’ve never seen him.

“Still, while you were squirming and crying like it’s mating season, I got you a little present. If you’ll accept it, I’ll forgive you for being so brazen.” Without looking away from his confused face, you slide the small chalice that had been hiding under his dick this entire time in front of him. It’s a beautiful piece you got from the headmaster for Christmas, a golden cup with the rim decorated with rubies. Like the Holy Grail, except this is a cup of sin filled to the brim with Vil’s cum.

“......Eh.....eh........eeh....?” He mutters dumbly, trembling from the overstimulation that still wrecks him from head to toe, “Tha-that’s my...mine...?” His empty eyes focus on the chalice, “Are you going to...make me drink that...?”

“Do you want it?” You raise an amused eyebrow.

Of course not! That’s disgusting! It looks like condensed milk, that you would dare show him such a perverted thing is.......it’s.......his...... like thick cream...the proof of your love for him, and his love for you... hot and sticky, going down his throat-- Vil pants like he just ran a marathon, his dignity beaten, bruised and forgotten, and eagerly nods his head, his empty eyes never leaving the chalice.

"I asked you a question, you dumb bitch."

Immediately snapping back to attention at the sound of your cold voice, Vil looks up at you and smiles sultrily through the drool and the tears, wiggling his ass as if to tempt you, "Yes, please master ♡ aaah~" he opens his pink mouth and sticks out his tongue, looking more like a dog than a man.

You bring the chalice to his lips and smile when Vil doesn’t even flinch. The smell is so pungent, but he doesn't seem to notice as he gulps down mouthful after mouthful of sperm.

The realization that he’s doing something so fucked up with you makes his cock throb once again. How many times can a man come in one day? Vil shakes and struggles to keep himself propped up on his elbows, his head shuts down and he swallows another mouthful of cum. A dry orgasm. Sweat runs down his shoulders and back and he gleefully looks up at you. His fingers twitch, tears spill from his eyes, the thought of being fucked by you until he dies burns every one of his synapses and he sighs, disappointed that nothing came out. Ah...I cant drink like this.

𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓴 𝓩𝓲𝓰𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓽

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. You watch with mild interest as Sebek’s big frame convulses in his bondage, droplets of sweat running down his face and chest in wet little trails that make you want to lick him all over. ...Or fan him a bit with one of his notebooks, seeing as he looks like he might be on the verge of a heatstroke.

Your shibari technique has become quite refined, if you do say so yourself! Sebek can do nothing but jerk and squirm against the red rope that wraps around his body like a work of art, stuck on his knees in front of you with his hands tied firmly behind his back and his engorged dick bobbing up and down every time he convulses. The rope has worked some beautiful scarlet lines all over his pale skin. You can already tell he’ll make sure his clothes will cover them up properly, but the both of you will know that the harsh rope burns are there, and Sebek will go hard every time the friction against his shirt makes the pain flare up. It will be just another one of your dirty little secrets.

“Ah--! (y/n)-sama…hm!!” You mercifully lower the vibration of the toy stuck in his ass, giving him a few seconds to collect his thoughts (which are very few and far between). Then, just as he opens his mouth to beg for mercy, you flick the remote to the highest setting all in one go. Sebek screams and convulses once again, his face a sloppy mess as he’s brought violently to his climax, “I can’t...move….ah…now I’m...ah!”

But the satisfaction doesn’t come and Sebek is in shambles, tears falling down his cheeks in big, pathetic drops. The cock ring at the base of his member strains against the flow of blood trapped desperately in his shaft, his dick standing taller and harder than you’ve ever seen it. But you don’t remove the cock ring. You just stare at him with a sadistic twinkle in your eyes.

“Aaaah (y/n)-sama…!! this is too much...kuh--?!” Sebek jolts, eyes wide as he grits his teeth. Again?! His stupid moans fill the room, a concert of long and shaky ‘aaaahs’ and ‘ooohs’ as he sticks out his tongue and drools all over himself, “Ah! I’m going to cum!” He’s nothing short of delirious as an unsatisfying climax hits him again. his entire body tenses up only for a wave of desperation to come crashing into him as his cum remains cruelly trapped inside his dick. Won’t come out won’t come out won’t come out! He sobs, giving you a pleading look from under his wet lashes, “(y/n)-sama...there is sho much of you i-inside m-my head!” He’s not making sense anymore. Sebek vaguely recognizes this, but it doesn’t matter. The only thing he wants right now is to cum his brains out here on his knees in front of you.

“Aww, you’re so cute.” You lower the intensity of the vibrator and reach out to gently pat his head. Sebek immediately nuzzles into your hand, like a big, affectionate dog. “Don’t worry, love, I’ll make you come right away.” You wipe a tear away with your thumb and almost burst out laughing at the look of immense relief that immediately crosses his face. 

“Aah...! Thank you very much! Thank you very--” Sebek’s voice dies in his throat as he watches you get up and walk away, exiting the room without looking back. For a brief, heartbreaking moment he thinks you're going to leave him there. Panic settles in his stomach the more you linger, so far away from him, too far away from him… 

But then you come back, casually tossing the jacket of his school uniform in front of him and Sebek exhales a loud sigh of relief. He doesn’t get it.

“I’m turning it up again, Sebek.” You wave the vibrator’s remote in front of his face and he gulps nervously, but still gives you an eager nod of his head. Despite the warning, he’s not prepared for how terribly you tease him in the moments that follow. His voice comes out louder and louder as you turn the vibration up and down, up and down. The uneven rhythm makes Sebek see stars, his shoulders lock up painfully, his mind spirals down a filthy, lusty hole as he calls out your name like he’s praying. He’s so close. And when he does cum, he lets out the loudest scream yet, jerking forward so violently you worry for a second he might lose his balance and hit his forehead against the ground.

He doesn’t. His torso jerks forward and his head hangs heavy, his disheveled hair dripping with sweat and obscuring his eyes as he recoils from his earth shattering orgasm. Sebek blinks in and out of consciousness, barely registering the feeling of his cum leaking out of his dick in long spurts. Still coming out… he licks his salty lips, amazed by how much cum you can pull out of him.

That’s when he sees it, at the corner of his hazy vision. His semen splattered all over his uniform. All over his Diasomnia. Sebek takes long, heavy breaths, feeling something in his mind dissolve. Something important, like a part of him.

“Sebek, you’re so dirty.” You smile sweetly at him, like an angel he thinks, even as you bring the dirty jacket up to his face, right under his nose. “Clean it up.”

He slowly tilts his head up, his body is so tired it feels like he’s drowning in quicksand, then he sticks his tongue out and methodically wipes the semen off the fabric, looking up at you from time to time to see if he’s pleasing you. The tip of his tongue tastes like something bitter mixed with fabric freshener. His hot breaths puff up as soon as they come out of his mouth and he can feel himself getting hard again. As his thoughts turn to lascivious little scenarios of you making him climax over and over again, he obediently licks his cum off of something that was important to him once. Oh well. It’s not you, so he can’t really bring himself to care.

𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲

Ruggie couldn’t stand your fingers inside him at first. He would get so nervous, trying to deflect every time you brought up wanting to play with his ass, like it was this sort of disgraceful thing he didn’t even want to think about. It’s not like he was afraid of letting you have his way with him (he sure enjoyed it when you rode him into unconsciousness), it’s just that… he was already so scrawny, he didn’t want you thinking he was some sort of pathetic, needy loser, no matter how much he loved to let you take control.

...But that feels like such a long time ago. He was a total moron.

Ruggie lets out a quiet moan and bites his index finger, his heart beating like a war drum against his ribcage as your slick fingers stretch his asshole. Fuck, this is the best, he raises his back in a pretty arch, licking his lips as you scissor him gently. You pump two fingers in and out of him, stretching him nice and slow and Ruggie responds to your playful ministrations by thrusting his hips into your hand, his mouth falling open and his tail trembling slightly under him. He makes the most beautiful face, cloud-colored eyes glossy and unfocused, his tiny fangs barely visible behind his parted lips, then you suddenly push against his prostate and he throws his head back, drool dripping down the corner of his lips.

The squelching sounds of your lubed fingers sliding in and out of his asshole almost make him cum on the spot. “(y/n)...” He pants and squirms in front of you, his hips going numb as your fingers pick up the pace. “Use my ass every day~” He thrusts back into your fingers without shame, his cock bouncing with every shake of his vulgar hips, “Stretch my asshole every day and make me remember that it’s yours...” Ruggie spreads his legs wider, making an obscene M shape as he leaks precum all over himself.

“You’re such a good boy…” You coo down at him, deceivingly tender as your fingers pick up the pace and mercilessly tease his prostate. Your boyfriend grits his teeth and twitches wildly at the sudden, relentless stimulation, back arching off the bed as the ache in his dick becomes unbearable. You don’t even need to touch it before he explodes, climaxing purely from having you play with his slutty asshole.

The sheets are a mess, soaked in his sweat. Ruggie falls back into the bed and stares up at the ceiling, the erotic smile you gave him as you watched him cum swimming in front of his eyes like a filthy movie on loop. You tap his cheek and he immediately gives you his full attention. You’re the best, he gives you a dopey smirk as he takes your fingers into his mouth, happily sucking on your fingertips as his eyes slowly go down the length of your body, So sexy.

“My lovely baby… you’re hungry, aren’t you?” You give his dick a few pumps and he shivers, muttering something about being ‘still sensitive’, then you bring your dirty hand up to his lips.

Ruggie blinks owlishly at you, looking at your fingers with a tired yet curious expression. His eyes go from your fingers to your face then back down again. You-- you want me to…? His head still feels like mush because of you, his thoughts are all jumbled and sluggish. He lacks the energy to make any coherent decisions at the moment, so he does the only thing he can do. He dazedly opens his mouth and gasps when you shove your fingers inside. The bitter taste hits him immediately and he recoils, but your hand mercilessly follows. 

Drool drips down your fingers as he whines, his dick getting hard again as you start fucking his mouth with cum coated fingers. Whimpering in the back of his throat, Ruggie surrenders to his libido and swirls his tongue around your fingers, spreading his cum all over the walls of his hot mouth.

You move to pull your fingers away and he chases, sucking on your skin like a baby and giving your fingers little love bites. “Ah!...No…” He cries when you finally pull away, a thick string of saliva and semen connecting his lips and your fingers, “(y/n)....oh fuck, there’s no way I ain’t gonna get hooked on this…” His tail swishes excitedly against the bed as he watches you scoop up more of his cum. 

This time he opens wide before you even have time to raise your hand, his eager face dripping with all sorts of fluids. So hungry...

𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵 𝓥𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻

It says a lot.about the kind of conqueror you are, when you've managed to tease Jamil into obedience. 

He looked so uncomfortable in this position at first, the embarrassed scowl on his face as he glared at you from over his shoulder only making the curve of his back and his vulnerable ass look that much more adorable.

Wrists bound tightly under the wooden seesaw, Jamil is forced to lean his chest on the plank for support as his naked lower half is left standing, legs spread and ass in the air, completely vulnerable. You knew your boyfriend was athletic, but you're still impressed he's managed to stand in that position for so long without his legs giving out. Especially considering how badly his legs are shaking.

All of him is shaking, really. His shoulders, his hips, his leaking cock, there is not a centimetre on his body that's not trembling like a leaf. The three vibrators you stuffed in his ass have finally destroyed his composure after hours of sexual torture. What...is...this...! The repeated orgasms are wrecking his body and with the way he's crying and moaning like a wanton bitch you think his brain might be fried too. Ho-how…? I've become...a weird person...

The vibrators all work at a different speeds to keep your precious Jamil on his toes. You've kept them from falling out of his ass by blocking his hole with tape. It looks like a cute little button, and you sometimes push on it and make Jamil cry out in pure bliss. The pressure against his prostate is too much. Toomuchtoomuchtoomuch! Jamil sticks his tongue out and goes cross eyed, desperately pushing back with his ass as he greedily tries to scrape for more stimulation. His poor, abused dick throbs cutely, but nothing comes out. Still, Jamil feels so amazing he thinks he might pass out. He pants and rests his head on the plank, sweat and drool darkening the wood under him, So good…

He barely registers it when you move in front of him, hypnotized by the quiet buzzing of the vibrators stuck in his ass.

“Are you having fun, Jamil?” You tap his forehead and he slowly moves his clouded eyes to look up at you. “I have a present for you, you know! It’s your reward for accepting all my love like a good boy.”

You suddenly place something in front of him and Jamil stops thinking entirely. What...is that…? He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand anything anymore, every cell in his body is screaming at him to look away but he just can’t, like he’s swallowed poison and is now completely paralyzed. He raises his head and the smell of sex hits him right in the face.

The sight of his favorite snapback filled with cum lights his body up again, Jamil shivers and lets out a string of soft, quiet gasps as he comes all over himself, I’ve been filling this up...all this time… “Aah...haha…” his eyelids slide halfway shut. The dark blush that paints the bridge of his nose and the sweat that drips off his chin make him look so indecent you almost feel like taking a picture.

Slowly, like he's pretending to be conflicted, Jamil lowers his head and sticks his tongue out, gasping when he laps up the first little mouthful of cum. “Ah…” It tastes horrible, how do you always swallow when he comes into your mouth...? Jamil takes another lick, and another, “Ah...ah…” it’s so sticky and unpleasant when it goes down his throat. The vibrators in his ass feel oddly comforting now, tears start running down his face and his mind goes blank. It’s delicious. 

“Ha…...haa....agh--!” He splutters when your hand slams his face down into the hat, eyes going wide as his chin splashes ungraciously into the pool of cum. He coughs and struggles but you keep him pinned down, forcing him to gulp in large mouthfuls of semen. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he struggles to breathe. His cum is everywhere-- in his nostrils, on his cheeks, it sticks to the roof of his mouth and down the walls of his throat, Jamil keeps on choking and spluttering, and just as he feels his consciousness drift away, you forceful pull his head up by his braids. 

He coughs violently, barely registering the pain in his scalp, his blood pumping with adrenaline. He looks more unfocused than ever, eyes like dark glass and strings of warm cum covering his pretty face, the white of his semen striking against his tan skin.  

You give him a fond look and lightly shake that head of his you just fucked stupid, "Was it really good, baby?"

Jamil chuckles softly, he sluggishly moves to lean closer to you, but his bound wrists stop him from going far. God, he really wants to touch you. "Really good, master…"

[ciceroprofacto]

Some background:

@john-laurens​ said a bunch of terrible (romantic) things to me and it made me mad (emotional). I’m also sleep-deprived and anxious bc we’re supposed to job-designate soon, so I’m gonna throw it all out publicly and talk about myself. I don’t usually get personal here, but you guys support us as a couple and y’all know we work together on some writing/research stuff which is always biased by the personal, so I'll explain what you don’t see...

To start, I guess I’ll say- I’ve spent my life trying to do everything on my own. I’ve always denied how much I rely on others, never letting myself be too attached to the friends I love most. As you tend to, growing up openly-bisexual (to my peers if not my parents) in a homophobic town, I lived under the assumption that love wasn’t for me. I was an experiment to the people who wanted me at all, and I honestly rolled with that stereotype and took advantage of it as a teenager. I had moments I hoped for more- infatuations and heartbreaks that helped me develop hang-ups, learn some inhibition, and build up walls. But, I was better alone. I was proud of being alone. For the longest time, I didn’t even trust her, but she was just too stubborn for me to drive away.

And the thing is- these last five years, I’ve faced bigger challenges than I ever should’ve been able to pull through. In every sense, I was not ready for it. I pushed myself to heatstroke, gave myself rhabdomyolysis, stress fractures, and sprained ankles. For the first three years of exposure to the military, I got through by causes and ambitions, things I believed in and things I believed I wanted. I stubbornly pushed through everything, trying to play the Lone Wolf. I still had crushes and hook-ups, friends that I loved and a strong support system, but I was also generally proud of being alone in the romantic sense.

December 2016, @john-laurens​ came in and pushed me for an answer- would I be interested in dating? The answer was a hard no. I had two flings going at the time that I didn’t want to relinquish, and dating was not something I’d ever tried or wanted to try just yet.

She decided she’d wait. I didn’t really believe her.

Then I went into training. And she wrote to me constantly. She wrote to me from across the world. In the hardest, darkest moments of my young life, thrown into an ice bath at ~108°F on the verge of stroke, then a few days later hiking (the thing I struggle with most) 9 miles under eighty pounds and knowing I could not fail or I’d lose everything, it wasn’t my causes or the things at stake that kept me calm.

It was the fact that, almost a year later...her offer still stood.

It was also the people I was mentoring and the underclassmen who believed in me. But, see- I could cook myself alive if all I had was my own beliefs and desires, I would let myself overheat and collapse, but I had someone else to answer to. I had people who needed me and someone who loved me and that kept me on my feet. So I wrote her back. Dozens of letters, most of which I didn’t send, usually just about my day, but sometimes- also about how things would change when I got out. Because things had already changed for me.

Last week, when I said I’d gone through a difficult part of my training, we hiked 12.5 miles under a hundred pounds at an average of 4.3mph. That’s faster and heavier than anything I could’ve done last year without overheating and dying. But I thought about her and our plans for the future, and it was easy.

So, whatever happens, I’ll be okay. Things will only get harder from here and I expect that, but I’m not scared anymore. It’s not your own causes or ambitions that make you strong. It’s not the people you love- it has nothing to do with your own feelings.  It’s the people who love you.

One day, you’ll believe them, and you won’t let them down.

[dadbodsarehot]

WOOHOO SELF INSERT POSITIVITY DAY LETS DO THIS SHIT

its really hot in my house and honestly !! i wasnt gonna do this but !! i really wanted to shout out to some people so LETS GO 

What got you into self inserting? Was it something you’ve always done, or something you were inspired to do?

in a way its something ive always done !! i remember falling in love with fictional characters as early as being like, 5 or so years old, and ive always gone through phases where i would really latch onto/ hyperfixate on one in particular and fantasiza about us being married or kissing or doing hanky panky things fjdksl. i always thought of it as something i should push down or outgrow, and i did just that for the most part until i found the community a little over a year ago !! now ive just... fully embraced it as this part of who i am, and its really great !!!! 

For some of us, aesthetic is key. Do you have a theme or an aesthetic for your self insert content (Please do not include ships/FOs!)?

usually, when i sit down to make a self insert, i take a part of me that might not be my favorite part and highlight it and base the characters around that. its kind of like... learning to love things that arent great about myself and work through them a bit.. for pal, it was my low self esteem and anxiety. for people like my default joseph, and toxikitee, and my always sunny s/i, its my low impulse control and loud personality mixed with my lowkey yandere tendencies fjdslkv an aesthetic a lot of them have in common is that they wear bright obnoxious colors OR dress in a very... down to earth fashion but nothing in between fdjskl so like !! a lot of it is either very... scene/ravecore, or very hipster fjdsklf 

What’s your favourite way of self inserting? Do you like to write, or draw, or make content via other means? (They’re all valid, even if you don’t make content and keep it to yourself!)

i mostly just write and make playlists !! ive been writing since i was about 12-13 years old, and music is one of the main ways i like.... relate to the world, i guess fdjsfkl sometimes i also make moodboards but i have to be Really Inspired to do it fjdsklf and i usually only keep them on pinterest and show them to my really close friends or people im in servers with 

Friends are very important. Have you made any friends within the community?

ive made so many friends in this community !! my amazing girlfriend who makes me laugh every day @reallyintouglyfos, the organizer of this event @robotarmjokes who is a shining light in this community, my server friends @jocelynships @eros--arrows @sugarmilk-ships @kittysshippinghell @frogshippy @astershipping @rosyinlove @accursedlover ( we dont talk very often anymore but i still like to see you on my dash !! yours was one of the first servers i ever joined!! i hope youre doing well ), people like @horrorsbf @lambbugs who are just so sweet whenever i talk to them !! and literally everyone who follows me on this blog !! i consider you all my dear friends and people who are so important to me ?? im in a place in my life where im better off mentally than ive ever been before and its all thanks to you guys for supporting me so much on this blog and in my endeavors !! youll never know just how much every little thing that gets sent in means to me honestly !!!! and if i didnt @ you its probably just because like... my house is a million degrees and im on the verge of a heatstroke fjdskf 

[xottzot]

2017-12(DEC)-11th---Monday--DEATHLY HEAT AT THIS HELLHOLE.

2017-12(DEC)-11th---Monday--DEATHLY HEAT AT THIS HELLHOLE.

One of the two last chickens of dear Fliss and mine, is almost dead. It's unmoving and struggling to breath.

Depsite what the absolute bullshit weather department says for this area...it's fucking well 43 C (109F), and it has been that way since 10am. The fucking heat of this hellhole NEVER EVER makes any weather reports or NEWS or anything. Even the fucking nearby Perth airport with all it's concrete is recording official lower temperature than this hellhole. What do they do, keep it under a huge tree with a water sprinkler on it?

There is no working airconditioner inside this hovel, nor has there been for so very very long now. And even if it did work, it would be unable to keep anything cool.

Poor Sam & Max are just about dead inside with heatstroke.

The postie has just been aorund 1am, and so I had to go outside into the oven heat hell to find the letterbox is empty again.......everything is hot to tactile touch.

Poor Sam & Max were overjoyed thinking that dear Fliss was returning back inside with me, but they were soon utterly crushed by despair when they saw she was not. Max is groaning and having a hard time breathing.

And because of the damn heat, and being forced to go outside in it, my head is spinning. Can't take anything for it.

Drinking a LOT of water, as I have been for many days and nights constantly without feeling cool or satiated at all with water. Had a shower, that did nothing.

This morning abo's from Fatguts abo criminal hosuehold were out walking about...but they were on the footpaths including the abo toddlers wearing just diapers. They all went to the Koongamia shops. If you go to the Kongamia shops and catch diseases, then at least now you will have some inkling why.

Abo's from the same criminal place have this morning been deliberately and on purpose, planning, then excuting and going out if their way tormenting the old guy with the big sheet metal green fence. They ride around the block and take turns doing it too.

AND NOT ONE OF THEM EVER, NOT EVER, DESPITE IT BEING THE LAW, NONE WEAR BICYLE HELMETS. FUCK YOU WESTERN AUSTRALIAN POLICE, YOU ARE THE SERVANTS OF THESE CRIMINAL ABO'S AND YOU KNOW IT.

I've watered the poor chckens area down with water as best I could, but it doesn't last and soon evaporates in the damn oven heat. And everytime I have to go outside and do that I feel heatstroke and faint myself.

Weather forecast is maybe or maybe not or kinda or kinda not or just guesing if there is gong to be any rain from a thunderstorm that's fizzling away long before it even gets to this hellhole area. Sometimes there is some clouds floating along, but that's it. That s the extent of the great 'watcg out there's a thunderstrom coming and there's going to be rain!'...bullshit forecast for this hellhole.

Tomorrow is bin collction day. But down at Fatgust criminal abo household they've been piling up rubbish on their street verge for the past several days even AFTER it was all collected last Monday or so by the council by a bulk rubbish collection. There's even a smashed-up clothesline there now. They don't care. They'll get another free one soon enough as always. And they can force the council to take their foetid rubbish away for them.

There's been a council stret sweeper along early this morning which upset the dogs and woke me up. EVERY FUCKING WEEK is like this shit..............

My internet is close to being absolutely totally fucked....AGAIN.

Still in a LOT of pain. A LOT. A GREAT DEAL OF PAIN.

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I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you just as you promised us both. Gong back to bed and lay down in pain. I love you dear Fliss and want to be with you just as you promised us both and away from this hellhole.