#i mean i don't think anything can be that particular brand of bad again for me until we get next major tori event

[yume-fanfare]

also i hated those days in between fine event story releases. can we not do that again ever

[lhs3020b]

The General Election Fallout Post

Hello again; I, uh, forgot to visit Tumble Dot Com for a bit.

Anyway, I'm back. For now, at least.

And yes, Election Day has been and gone. So let's start with some anti-Tory schadenfreude: ROFL, LMAO, LOL, get fucked, idiots. Good riddance, rust in pieces, you will not be missed.

Unfortunately, the overall political picture is - well, let's be honest, for a massive anti-Tory defeat it's ended up more bleak than I would have considered likely.

Unfortunately, the Tories didn't quite collapse in the way I hoped - they had a very bad night, but they're still the official Opposition, so the party will survive as a corporate entity. And that means we'll probably get it back at some point, which I'm not exactly thrilled about.

Meanwhile Labour managed to produce the most flimsy landslide anyone's ever seen. I say flimsy because actually, they took fewer votes than they did in 2019 - remember how our good friends the wise and all-knowing centrists assured us that that was a true sin unto the ages, and we should all hang our heads in shame and never be seen in public again? Yeeeeaaaaah. Your boy Keith did worse, guys. Meanwhile, Labour's fraction of the actual vote-that-was-cast was ... actually not great, either, at 34%. While he won, it's clear he's not loved.

Yes, that's right, their performance is barely a percentage-point better than 2019. And, uh, about 10 percentage-points down on what the Very Serious And All-Knowing Opinion Pollsters claimed it would be. So yes, there's been another fuckie-wuckie from the pollsters; unfortunately, as they technically got the headline result right (if none of the details), I suppose they'll get away with it :(

(Rewards for failure; it's very on-brand for the 2020s, isn't it?)

The only reason last night's landslide happened was because the Tory 2019 voter-coalition disintegrated (though, not as far as the pollsters claimed it would - honestly, we're overdue a period of silence from those guys).

In fairness yes, Labour get to form a government and yes they have a huge majority. But, what they pulled off yesterday will only work once - there will be no second Tory collapse - and their economic plans in particular have some ticking timebombs under them. A hint: what if the GDP Growth Fairy doesn't visit these sceptred isles after all ... ? How will Starmer's leadership ratings cope once their fiscal rules force them to deliver another austerity budget? What will they cut? What public services or government departments will simply stop?

TBH I wouldn't be even slightly surprised if, even one year in the future, Starmer's ratings and his party's have imploded. Yes, I'm fallible and I could be wrong, maybe they'll land another massive landslide in 2029 - but I'm worried about the future.

This brings us to Reform, Nigel Farage's latest vanity vehicle/puppet party-shaped object.

Unfortunately, a lot of the ex-Tory vote went to Reform UK, and if there was any question that Refuck are actual full-fat fascists, then I think the recent mini-scandal put paid to that. (For those who don't know, some Refuck activists were recently caught on camera by Channel 4 News, literally calling for asylum seekers to be machine-gunned, demanding a police pogrom against LGBTQ people, and so on. In as many words. No dog whistles, no coded remarks or anything like that. It was literally - and horrifyingly - what it sounded like. A call for deliberate, directed State violence against minority groups. Centrists, please, if you can't see that for what it is, then please consider why that might be!)

So, given that Refuck have won 5 seats, we now have actual, unambiguous fascists in Parliament. And that was something that had never quite happened before - our politics could often be an awful cesspit but even during the worst parts of the post-2016 crisis we hadn't quite tipped off that ledge.

Not now. Yay us, I guess?

You can tell I'm not enjoying this post anywhere near as much as I wanted to, can't you?

Anyway, fuck the Tories, fuck their ex-MPs, fuck their remaining ones and as for the people who still voted for them in spite of everything, honestly, what's wrong with you? (Seriously - why? What do you see in them? They've done nothing for you. They spent lockdown pissed on expensive wine and laughing at you. Why are you still supporting them?)

The other news is that the Lib Dems are back. They've done a surprisingly-efficient job of turning votes into seats - in fact it looks like they barely wasted any votes anywhere, and so have managed to get from 12 seats to 71 - yes, 71! - while taking only about 12% of the vote. Well, credit where it's due, I suppose. And much as I will never forgive the Coalition for setting us onto the path of ruin that we're on, nonetheless during the campaign Ed Davey was the only person who actually seemed to be enjoying himself. It seems to have worked out - the LDs have had their best election result since the 1920s.

If you want to look for some (possible) rays of light in this mess ... well, the Green Party did relatively well. Their vote went up, and they now have four MPs, vserus 1 in the previous Parliament. (Full disclosure: I voted Green. I don't think they're perfect, I'm not a stan, but Sir Keith's "changed" Labour Party has obvious contempt and loathing for people like me so ... fine? We'll go our separate ways, then.) Much to my surprise, they came second in my constituency, which I genuinely hadn't expected. Apparently my vote was less wasted than usual, it would seem. And the Greens' growth happened in spite of them being resolutely ignored by the entire print and broadcast media, so apparently they don't need the media to keep making progress. It is possible that their growth could continue, and maybe another election-cycle might give us back a semi-worthwhile left-of-center opposition party ... but here I am committing the Sin of Optimism, aren't I?

Also, well, lots and lots of Tories are miserable today. Grant Shapps has had a case of the slaps, Rees-Mogg has been time-warped back to the 18th Century (honestly he'll probably be happier there, it's for the best for everyone) and Liz Truss got yeeted feet-first into the Sun. (Sorry, Sol.)

Also a lot of bootlicking newspaper opinion columnists are having a proper meltdown today, and that is genuinely funny. They certainly deserve no sympathy.

So yeah, the overall picture is a) good riddance to Sunak, b) fuck the Tories and c) oh dear goodness, it's somehow all still a mess.

[awrkive]

hellooo! i love your work and how articulate you are when writing!! i was wondering if you had any tips or advice for someone who wants to start making fics & how to build a following? 🩷

(this got unintentionally long im so sosrry for yapping anon!)

ON WRITING:

in all honesty, just write and write!! i've written so much stuff starting when i was like 12. when i go back to my past works (ranging from fanfics to nonfanfics), i always cringe so hard cos theyre soooo soooo bad 😭😭 when you write a lot over the years, you're eventually going to see improvements.

also, i think finding your writing style really helps a lot! there are writers whose works are prose-heavy, those whose signature is purple prose, and those who write very simply. i fall under the last category 🤓

another thing is that, find the genre that you think is ur strength and make it a part of your branding(?). some are famous for their fluffy works, some are famous for their angsty fics, and some are famous for their smut. obv, you can mix all of those stuff but theres always something ur better at, and i think its good to lean towards that and leverage on it.

when you do get to writing, i think its important to take into consideration researching what youre gonna write about. it doesnt need to be extensive at all, surface-level research goes a long way!! i have to look up a lot of things while writing nb cos im obv not in tech nor an accountant nor do i habe chaebol friends or live in sk and my life generally is very far from theirs ijbol. it sometimes annoy me when i get to a part that needs some researching, but u really dont want to make it obvious to your audience that u dont know about this particular thing HAHAHA (you can put disclaimer anyway, jic)

the choice of pov is also really important!! i tend to avoid fics that are written in first person, so naturally, i don't write that way. i do think though its kinda common consensus for almost everybody. but its also just a personal preference. i dont think i've read anything thats in first person yet, but im sure my pre conceived notion about it has hindered me from finding a gem written in first person. at the end of the day, it all boils down to how well you write your stuff!!

one last thing; edit your work! your first draft doesnt necessarily have to be the final product. go over your paragraphs to improve some of the phrasing and stuff

ON BUILDING A FOLLOWING (TUMBLR)

i dont exactly have a big following on here lol but here's what (i think i did) to gain enough:

making your blog pretty-looking really helps a lot!! thats what i did when i first started writing on tumblr. make a mlist, navi page, etc. theres a lot of tumblr tutorials accessible on the internet so its not very hard

this could also be under the "making your blog pretty" thing but editing a landscape banner for your story can attract viewers 🩷 (or even those moodboard thingies) (ok i lied its more like a personal experience 😭😭 but i really think it contributes a lil something)

when you post, put it under the right tags to really hit your target audience. the tagging system was really messed up on here a few years back, but i think its better nowadays, so better take advantage of that

be responsive to comments and reblogs and asks! talk to your readers!!

and again, just write and write. the more active you are, the more you post your works, the more traction u get

thats all!! sorry this is so long KWNDKSKWJJD. THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMNET ON MY WRITING IT MEANS A LOT 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

[littlemessyjessi]

Happy solstice, darling! 💜💜💜

Hello dear!

Thank you so much!

A very happy solstice to you as well!

And since it is the celebration of the summer solstice and the longest day of the year.... I shall bless you with the sun himself!

Hoseokie the Sunshine Boy!

According to Google:

Litha, which falls on or around June 21st in the Northern Hemisphere, marks the longest day and shortest night of the year. It symbolizes the peak of the sun's power as it bathes the earth with abundant warmth and light. The word "Litha" itself is derived from the Anglo-Saxon word for "midsummer."

Now, I don't know about you but I can't think of a better icon for this day other than Hobisaurus ! I mean just look at him! The man is GLOWING!

That just might be the warmest person in the world!

When Hoseok enters a room, it is brighter.

When Hoseok enter a room, the energy is just better.

He doesn't even have to do anything. It's just warm and good and right. Even if he's having a tough day. Even if he's in a bad mood. A day with Hoseok in the world is automatically brighter and warmer. I just love it.

Now, according to a blog post I found on theseasonalsoul.com Litha is all about igniting your inner fire and the lovely author provided a few prompts. Because you were so nice to wish me a Happy Solstice I just thought we could have a mini witchy sesh.

Also, just checking but maybe, sort of, kind of...... would you want to make a cute little coven with me where we're super nice to each other and send good vibes? If not that's ok. If so, I love you and I hope something awesome happens to you today. Well, I still love you and wish something awesome happens but I wish it extra if you wanna be pretty witch bitch babes with me! just saying...

Now, on that blog there were a few questions.

What has your inner fire helped you accomplish this year?

Recount some moments where you felt really connected to that part of yourself.

Pause for a second and acknowledge that fierce fire inside of you. She never gets the acknowledgement she deserves. Yet, she is amazing. Tell her how awesome you think she is.

And because I'm clearly obsessing over Hoberto ... I'm gonna mix it up if you don't mind and tell you some things.

How has Hobi's fiery personality helped me?

Jung Hoseok is an electric person. Now, that can be in his excitable moments or his quiet moments but no matter what... the man has presence. When he walks into a room, you are AWARE of Hobi.

And he has duality for sure but no matter which side you get.... there is fire there. Whether it's raw power or sweet precious kindness... that is an enigmatic and electric quality to him.

And this mother fucker maintains all this in the face of adversity and while working his ass off!

Hobi taught me to recognize my own power and own that shit. Everyone has a fierceness to them. We just gotta figure out our own particular brand of Badass.

I appreciate the fuck out of that man for being a beacon of light and an inspiration to so many.

Jung Hoseok, you are specific type of impressive.

Thank you, Sunshine. You bring light to us all.

2. Recount a moment when I felt really connected to something about Hobi The Sunshine?

Well, to be completely honest I felt connected with Hobi early on because I learned that he faced so much criticism for his looks. Which is absolutely insane to me, by the way. Look at him. He's an angel or a God. I'm not really sure which. I'm not entirely sure Apollo himself hasn't decided to come to Earth again and join a band. But I can't prove it so.

But he faced a lot of that and I've faced plenty of it myself. I still have my doubts about myself. I get insecure.

Hobi taught me that it doesn't fucking matter what other people think of you. If you like you that's what matters.

And he taught me that I'm too pretty to care about what other people may or may not find attractive about me. I think I'm pretty. That's enough.

Hobi taught me self worth and he might not ever know it but I will be grateful to him until the day I die for that.

3. Take a little break and acknowledge that fierce fire inside of you. How has Hobi helped you be a little light in the world?

Hobi taught me that the best way of bringing light to others is by doing the best I can to be kind even when heifers be testing my patience.

That doesn't mean you have to let people run over you but it does mean that you don't have to be burned by them. Instead, take the flames they throw at you and use their heat to warm the earth where you planted your seeds. Use their hate to feed your positive moves and watch yourself grow into something miraculous.

What might start out as a humble seed might grow into a beautiful sunflower taller than all the rest!

He also taught me that I can be a sweet babygirl delicate pretty flower AND a fierce fire goddess because if he can do it then so can I!

Anyway, I hope you have a beautiful Summer Solstice and I love you! Have the best day ever, dear! I hope you enjoyed the pictures!

[pancake-breakfast]

I could sleep. I could play video games. Or I could Trigun Bookclub.

Trigun Bookclub it is.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for Trigun Vol. 1, Chapters 9-10 below. (More detailed thoughts will be their own posts.)

Chapter 9: Between Wasteland and Sky...

I love that the girls actually comment on how hot and uncomfortable those suits were.

Meryl is right; this is very non-standard for an insurance agent. It's even pushing it for a reporter.

Howwwww does Prada even exist out here?? How did they manage to transfer name brands this far away?? Did Mr. Prada (I know almost nothing about Prada) buy himself a cryogenic stasis chamber on one of the ships??? Where are they getting the materials? Why are they getting the materials?? Are they just... made out of Thomas leather??? I HAVE QUESTIONS.

Please apply the previous point to Gucci, and Fendi....

I don't have anything in particular to say about it, but I do like the title page spread.

Ok, what's going on with the proportions on this page. First, Katie only comes up to Vash's waist, and then she's a little below shoulder height when he's only barely slouching? Dude.

I think she asks a legitimate question about the functioning of his pain receptors.

Letting a plant overload is bad. Letting a Plant overload is worse.

My dude Mr. Hat Guy. You recognize the blueprints are valuable. Do NOT step on them! Rude.

Honestly, this shows a lot of maturity from Katie. Even if one is working to make things right, there are still consequences one must accept. And Vash... he seems to accept her decisions in this. Or maybe empathize with them, but I'm getting ahead of things.

I like this guy peeking around the text bubble.

Plant reveal! Though I feel like Vash's line might be misinterpreted to be referring to Katie instead of our new bubble lady friend.

I wonder if Plants are really ever in control. They're already century-old tech that (almost) no one understands, and so they're not really controlled so much as maintained.

Yep, hitting the angel imagery HARD in the manga.

Oooh, she's getting sparkly.

Vash is trying to help, but the fact that he just jumped into things and is like, "You guys do stuff while I take care of something that no one else knows how to take care of," is just creating confusion.

Plant lady is NOT happy....

Oh, these pages are beautiful. I love how calm yet determined Vash is as he approaches her. I love his wings showing, clearly for the reader's sake and not as something anyone around them can see. I love their hands mirroring each other on the glass. I love the way her expression changes from this...

...to this:

Putting the "dead" in "deadline" here, aren't we?

TBH, I LOVE that they gave taking care of the heat valve to Wolfwood in Stampede. I mean, I know he hasn't even shown up yet here in the manga, but having him show up sooner and then push his way through the people to handle it on his own really drives home both how much he's changed from being a "normal" human and how much he's willing to go through for a chance at protecting the orphanage. The... uh... the orphanage that isn't in this scene, either. Because different timelines.

Ok, I can't tell what the heck happened with the steamer. I'm glad I've seen the anime.

Aww, they're both all beat up. But now that Katie is awake, Vash's expression goes from serious to smiling.

Ohhhh, there's what happened with the steamer.

I like that Neon may not like Vash, but now, at least, he respects him.

I love this wide shot. Like, it may be nothing but barren wasteland, but Katie's pose is determined, and the sun has risen over the horizon. There's a lot of hope in it.

Can't not have music be part of the world in Trigun. It's very important. For real. Goes hand in hand with hope.

Hahahaha, Katie getting all defensive. Don't worry. Vash likes the tune, too.

He looks so flustered....

I love the arc coming full circle here with him once again thinking about Rem and why people keep living in spite of everything.

Of course that would make him tear up. And... of course Katie would misinterpret it an take offense. And Vash probably won't explain, because it's complicated and a permanent raw spot in his heart.

It may have arrived two days late, but it ARRIVED.

Chapter 10: Little Arcadia

Huh, I'd heard that this was originally three volumes instead of two. This must be the original volume break.

Ah, Milly and her giant family. Of which she's the youngest. Of course.

Staying up all night writing? No, I can't relate to that at all, why do you ask...

Awww, I love that her family adores her letters.

Good hell. That packet of letters she has is a BRICK.

LOL, Meryl not knowing what to write aside from, "It's dry." Girl. Your life is CRAZY. Tell them about that. Or just tell them about the mundane things, if you don't want them to worry. You can do it. I believe in you.

Oop, Vash's fangs are showing. Why ya gotta get him all flustered like that?

No wonder he's stressed. I'd be stressed if people were using me as a human shield while hurling insults at a gunman, too.

Don't put your finger on the trigger unless you're gonna shoot. That's Guns 101, Mr. Emo Gunman.

Bwa?! Sudden Insurance Girl Attack! x2!

This guy...

I love how Meryl is shouting technically true stuff about how dangerous Vash is while Vash himself is looking pathetic AF. I'm sure he's LOVING everything she's saying about how dangerous he is, too....

Yes, indeed, Old People. Meryl and Milly are definitely... different.

Poor Vash just hiding and gibbering in the bottom of the panel...

Vash may have soup brain, but Milly has ice cream brain. Which I guess is still a kind of soup if you put enough toppings in it and then let it melt for a bit.

"It's nothing really." Yep. Nothing. It just increases their frequency of getting into life-or-death situations and has them constantly having to do their best to mitigate both their charge (who is VERY good at both trouble and sneaking) and other people who aren't positively inclined toward their charge (understandable, but also it's a misunderstanding). NBD.

I like how, for once, Milly and Meryl are being propositioned for bodyguard work instead of Vash.

Aaaand now they're asking Vash.

That risk prevention policy sounds handy. I bet you can slide a lot of usually-unauthorized behavior under there.

Uhhhh... I feel like I should be extra-concerned about something if Vash is concerned about it.

Trees!

I do hope they find a way to weave this story into Stampede...

Plants (lower-case) belong to the people. PLANTS BELONG TO THE PEOPLE!!! Naturally.

Vash probably is genuinely impressed by all this.

That's it. That's the point of the story. That's what Vash is constantly trying to do. And biblically, something something mustard seed growing from being tiny-tiny to something huge and bountiful.

Ooh, rejecting people looking at the picture of his family. There's a story there. Especially considering that this chapter started with Milly writing letters to her own family.

Oh, gods. More Nebraskas....

[attackedastoria]

In this rant essay I will be talking about entitlement in the new age of social media concerning the art fommunity and why It Is Bad

So. After witnessing an absolutely infuriating incident of a fellow artist being mocked, insulted, and generally dog-piled on for "gatekeeping", I really feel the need to address something becoming more and more prevalent in the artist community.

Artists are not here to hold your hand through learning their creative process. Full stop.

In this new, fast paced age of social media and everything being accesible at your fingertips, people want instant gratification for everything. Including art. I have witnessed, and personally experienced, time and time again, people asking artists for their exact process on how they created a piece of art. I'm not talking simple questions like, "Hi, what type of clay do you use?", or "What is your favorite brand of paint for this?"; I am seeing an increase of people demanding to know the EXACT process, step by step, and not only that, they expect the artist to give it to them freely, and hold their hand through it with a happy smile.

If an artist refuses, as is their right when it comes to the art they've likely spent a decade or more perfecting through means entirely self taught in most cases? Ah, I can hear the response now, like a screeching eagle upon the wind: "Stop gatekeeping! You're mean!"

We aren't "gatekeeping" anything. No one is entitled to an artists methods, time, or knowledge, *especially* for free. Thanks to social media, everyone seems to want to continuously consume content, from artists in particular, FOR FREE. People now feel entitled to *demand* artists for walk-throughs, how-to's, in depth videos or tutorials, and by God, if you refuse, you're gonna be sorry!

I've been creating art seriously since I was twenty. I'm nearly forty now. I am entirely self-taught. If I wanted to learn something new, I looked it up and researched it, or figured it out myself. No one held my hand through any of this. I never asked another artist for expliciy details on their methods besides maybe a, "Hey, do you like this clay or that clay better?", and even then, I never got upset if I didn't get a response, because I'm not entitled to their time. Everything I make, I figured out through trial and error until I was satisfied. Honestly, it's part of the fun for me, figuring something out and having it work the way I want it to.

Now, there are of course plenty of artists happy to share their methods. They are happy to be teachers, mentors, guides for other people. I applaud them for this, because it's very hard to be a teacher. I could never do it. Most people can't.

I dont have the time, setup, money, motivation, or frankly the personality to teach people anything. My art is also my *job*; it is how I make a living, pay bills, get through life. There's nothing wrong, at all, with an artist not wanting to share methods they've perfected in their art, which puts food on their table. Despite what so many people think, not all art is just a DIY hobby. ART CAN BE, AND IS, A REAL JOB THAT PEOPLE RELY ON TO SURVIVE. So why would an artist want just give away their hard earned methods that help put food on the table for free?

Anyway... I hate the term "gatekeeping", now. I'm sick of watching friends be attacked because they don't want to give away their time and knowledge to every person that asks for free. I'm tired of getting chewed out in DM'S or comments because I won't troubleshoot every single question someone who is trying to replicate my pieces has. Google is free. YouTube is free. Do your research and figure out like so, so many people before you have done. I promise it's more rewarding than badgering someone to do all the legwork for you.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED talk

[megan-loves-surveys]

#46.

Under the read more again lol.

How has covid affected you? I've had it a few times, it was annoying.

What is a comfort show of yours? Simpsons.

Are you open about your past or do you not let anyone in? Depends.

Favourite fast food joint? KFC.

Do you think we were put on this earth for a reason? Maybe.

What is something you have done this year you’re proud of? Kept up my gym routine.

Do u ever feel like surveys are usually the same questions? They can be.

What were you doing 10 years ago? Not much, but I did have a fun trip to California, Nevada and New York.

Do you call out Karen’s when they’re harassing a cashier? I don't really see that happen.

Animal crossing , yay or nay? Never played it, so no opinion.

Why do you like to do surveys? Cos I just do.

Did you ever have a MySpace ? Never.

Do you think breaks are toxic in a relationship? They're stupid. What are you, Ross and Rachel? LOL.

Do you have a YouTube channel? If no , would you create one? If yes what’s your content? I have one, but I only upload the occasional concert video I've taken.

Are you a math person? Not at all, I have that maths dyslexia.

What’s the worse thing someone has said to you? I don't want to recall.

Have you ever befriended someone because you felt bad? No.

Would you ever date someone online? Sure.

Have you been ghosted before? Would you ghost someone? Yes, and yes.

When do you think things will be normal again? They mostly are!

Do you watch anime? No.

Biggest goal you wanna reach before 2024 is over ? Keep up my gym routine.

How old did/do you turn this year ? 37.

Do you like tiktok? It's stupid.

Do you ever miss vine? No idea.

How are you doing, seriously? Pretty good.

Is there someone you want to talk to but you know you can’t? No.

Do you make jokes to cope with your problems? Sometimes.

Have you ever had someone call you their best friend but you didn’t even consider them a close friend? No.

Have you ever dealt with a pathological liar? No.

Long or short surveys? Both, depends on the questions.

If ur in school , are you doing it on zoom or in class? -

Would you ever have a pet rat? Hell yes, I love them!

Favourite memory with your best friend? There's sooooo many.

Favourite type of content to watch on YouTube? Pokemon, wrestling, celeb gossip, drama, music etc.

Are you allergic to anything serious? Antibiotics.

Dream job? Traveling the world.

Do you think dreams mean anything? They can do.

Fav clothing brand? None.

Do you miss anyone? Yes.

Do you have a pool? LMAO no.

How many times have you been on a plane? Dozens. One trip alone I took 10 flights lol.

Favorite icecream flavor? Cookies & cream.

The key to happiness is? Doing what makes you happy like your hobbies and spending time with people you like and care about.

Favorite movie actress/actor? Johnny Depp.

Last time you ordered fast food? Yesterday, I had KFC.

First CD you ever purchased? With my own money, Billie - Honey To The B lol.

Favorite book you read? The entire Weather Warden series.

Do you own anything from Tiffany&Co.? No.

Do you have a TikTok? No.

Closest red object you see: A packet of chips haha.

Last time you went to the zoo, year: Dunno, maybe in Washington DC in 2015. Can't think if I've been to any since then.

I made an extra grilled cheese, want it? No thanks. I love grilled cheese but I had it the other day and don't want it again so soon lol.

Do you enjoy driving? Never done it properly.

First initial of your middle name; S.

How many TVs do you have in your home? 2 - one downstairs and one in my room.

Do you play TheSims4? Yep.

Have you ever made your own bath bombs? No. We don't even have a bathtub xD

Your favorite store as a teen? Glassons probably.

Favorite memory of 2020? Um... nothing in particular. 2020 sucked.

Happy 21st Birthday, what is/was your first legal drink purchase? I don't remember.

Do you wear socks to bed? Yes. My feet will absolutely freeze in the cold weather without them.

Who do you know who enjoys sushi? My Mum loves it.

You get 2 pizza toppings, what are they? Hawaiian.

Ever dipped your pizza in ranch? We don't eat ranch in NZ.

Ever dye your hair blonde? My hair is naturally blonde, so no lol.

Do you know anyone famous? No. I know a few wrestlers but they're all local to NZ lol.

Favorite YouTuber? Call Me Kevin, and lately this guy called Pleasant Green who does videos messing with scammers, he's so funny and informative.

You can only listen to one genre of music for the rest of your life, you choose: Pop, cos it's so wide ranging.

Name a Pokémon: Luxray! My fave <3

Quick! Think of something pink, what is it? Anything Barbie.

How many siblings do you have? None.

Favorite beverage on a hot summer day? Just ice cold water.

How long was your longest romantic relationship? My current one, over 2 years.

Last place you traveled for vacation? Australia, I went to Melbourne for a WWE show.

Your at your local coffe shop; what are you ordering? Frappe at Starbucks.

With a 45 minute drive; I’m at the beach, how about you? Definitely, I live an on island.

Ever order a lobster for yourself at a restaurant? No.

Favorite snack at the movie theater? Popcorn.

Childhood memory: Loads, can't pick.

How many marshmallows do you think you can fit in your mouth at once? Depends on how big they are.

Last meal you prepared? Toast yesterday haha.

Do you think the number 13 is unlucky? No, it's super lucky, cos it's my birthday.

Would you like a “do-over” if possible? Nah.

How many cousins do you have? 6.

Name a girl band: Little Mix!

Last concert you went too? Five <3

Last item you bought that was over $100? I bought a vacuum cleaner for my Mum, it cost $108, but she paid me back for it.

Look to the left, what do you see? My Mum lol, she's eating cereal xD

Favorite cologne/perfume scent: I don't wear it, it just makes me sneeze.

Britney Spears deserves her freedom? Definitely. But she also has mental health issues and should have help for that - but not a conservatorship.

Have you had Apple Jacks cereal? No.

Do you believe in ghosts? Not really, but who knows.

How many pillows do you have on your bed? 2, one I use, one I don't.

Name one fear: Spiders.

Have you ever been to New York City? Yep, 4 times.

Would you audition for a reality tv show if the opportunity presented itself? Depends which one.

Most famous person from your town/state? Umm... I'm not sure which famous NZ people come from Auckland. Maybe Lorde?

Ideal birthday dessert? Cake!

Do you know what reiki is? No.

[obsessive-jan]

Underwear HC

"Guess" by Charliexcx Inspired headcanons for f0rmula

And when I say headcanons i mean what colour and type of underwear would look "best", in an entirely fictional and just for fun sense :}

(Some are less serious than others and sidenote: this is lengthyy)

M4x - r3dbull branded / dark blue boxerbriefs / trunks

bc he's basic and only wears things reminiscent of red bull merch

C11eco - black thong, maybe jockstrap

Anything that shows more skin, not a crazy amount of thought on this one, im very much more focused on my love for his titties (maybe a bonus bra/bikini and it'd be very enjoyable to watch him squirm in it ^^)

0scar - loose plain orange panties/lingerie 

I can only see the adopted leclerc in the iconic papaya but I think he would be too shy/embarrassed to do anything extra with it (maybe additional orange stockings at most?)

L4nd0 - orange laced(or near transparent) panties / lingerie or nothing

Either he's rocking the papaya or he'd rather wear nothing and get straight to it ("no point if I'm gonna take 'em off anyways")

Debating if he would wear quadrant coloured but I think that would be a huge turn off for everyone involved...

Ch4rles - anything , any colour panties, briefs, thongs, nothing etc.

Acts shy but a slut, he would probably wear something weird underneath racing gear just to get a kick out of it

C4rl0s - briefs or thongs or trunks

Don't think he would be interested in wearing feminine clothing 

Kinda seems like the type of guy that wears just trunks to sleep anyways 

L3wis - mainly trunks, maybe tries some plain panties a couple times 

He seems like the type of guy to genuinely like regularly wearing a thong but I don't enjoy imagining that, so, any old plain trunks will do (basic ik, but he shows off with the rest of his clothes for sure anyways)

G30rge - towel

Okay this is only half serious but I think George would be insistent to shower before anything happens so he just ends up with a towel around his waist, no fancy dress up

N4nd0 - nicely fitted black or green trunks or panties/lingeries

He doesn't shy away from anything fancy if you ask for it, but he doesn't mind simple either, a good middle ground (only strict rule is no light blue or red in the bedroom)

Nepo baby L4nc3 - pink (extremely) laced panties/lingerie 

What can I say? He's a brat, simply put, and he likes his cute pink lace, bonus points if they're very clearly a luxury brand or expensive 

7uki - fully clothed 

Yeah, he's either too shy or enjoys it better this way (no, don't ever suggest he wear a chef outfit in the bedroom, hard no)

D4nny ric - open to anything (swim trunks or boxers?)

It's definitely more spontaneous with Daniel, usually after a long day, he comes home and sometimes he's just in the mood!

The "(swim trunks or boxers?)" is there bc I feel like he would get done in the pool or beach or working out and come over to woo you, idk it fits his vibe

N1co H - trunks or thongs or jockstrap / strings

Again, very basic, he kinda just reminds me of a basic dad, so, idk

Km4g - loose panties/lingerie or cage

I feel bad bc I know, like, nothing about the haas drivers so I put down Kevin as panties but not in a sexy way, I just think he would look kinda cute in panties

Oh and cage bc I think it would be cute too

Pi3rre g4sly - trunks + blanket

Gives me the vibe that he really wouldn't want to try anything too feminine and that he does everything under a blanket

Some people like it vanilla under the covers with the lights off (ignoring the earlier pics of him and 7uki oop) and that's okay, he's probably makes for it with his god dang tripod anyways 

0c0n - panties/lingerie and/or red rope/ribbon

Strikes me as a bondage (+blindfolds) enjoyer, no particular reason

Al3x - skirt / dress

Legit no reason, i just think he'd absolutely rock a nice skirt

L0gan - the American flag jkjk 

White laced Panties and/or ring (+clamps)

Panties just would look so nice

This man probably loves edging, looking cute for you and blushes a bunch and the added snug ring, and nipple clamps are a huge plus 

V4ltt3ri B0ttas - g string, thongs or cycling/wrestling suit

Thongs/g string bc of the iconic bottas butt ass calendars, gotta have as much of that sexy bakery showing

And the skin tight cycling/wrestling suits bc he would be into that honestly 

Zh0u - panties...? Maybe?

Gonna be honest, I don't really know or care too much about Zhou (no offence) so I'm not too sure what else to say

He seems like a guy that is agreeable to anything bc he truly doesn't mind and I think panties would look nice on anyone anyways

Bonus drivers:

J3nse Butt0n - ONLY panties/lingerie (including lace) and sometimes thongs

he loves the more sexier types of underwear, even when he isn't horny, he just wears it out and about bc he genuinely likes it

Probably tries to rock the ones with goofy patterns/prints and still slays (he'll wear other stuff too but might get grumpy when he's forced to wear trunks/boxer briefs)

S3bastian V3tt3l - anything but in a more low key sense and only a little bit in a slutty way

He'll wear the regular trunks and stuff occasionally but he's very very willing and open to wear more adventurous or feminine styles, he'll try anything once and will probably end up liking it, and if he finds out you enjoy something particular he'll flirt and tease about it ("guess what I'm wearing rn") for a very long time

4rthur l3cl3rc - anything etc. but definitely in the slutty way

It runs in the family, both him and Ch4rles are sluts and would love a pair of panties to mess around in

Nic0 R0sberg - mainly boxers, maybe thongs

Whole heartedly against anything feminine bc of the Britney nickname, even though he actually kinda liked the style (he's insecure)

M4rk W2bber - idk???

I'm actually seriously stumped, no clue

Imma say a brown paper bag just to be goofy or maybe I'd just start stacking donuts on the thing

I live laugh love wet dog w2bbah tho

And that's the grid + honourable mentions, tried my best not to go off rambling about stuff other than clothing (e.g. kink and bdsm hc) but it's really hard with my tendency to rant

maybe I'll do this again w the same list of drivers but with bdsm or aftercare or location headcanons (the usual stuff)

Wholesome Note bc I'm feeling nice: none of this reflects what the real drivers are like and what they wear plus clothing does not define gender or whether you're a top or bottom etc. be who you are and wear what you want (especially if it makes you feel sexy) 🫶 tc now, lovelies

[onewomancitadel]

Books being churned out at hasty speed is not new, that was the heyday of the paperback when they were the predominant entertainment form, the halcyon era of sci-fi, so I don't think what has become of romance/romance fantasy publishing is at all new - even for romance itself the harlequins were pumped out in a blink - if anything I think publishing companies are leaping at the chance to be relevant again.

The difference between now and then is that the majority of people don't read for entertainment, so the audience is much smaller, and so what's getting shovelled out has to tailor to that small, loyal audience: this is why the stratification, the carryover of tags-over-story is so effective. Identifying your audience is key to advertising, cultivating a brand, brand safety, etc., and it is really, really convenient that the 'do you like Hades and Persephone? Enemies-to-lovers?' form already existed in fandom. That's why every other novel describes itself as a crossover.

Is it a bad thing? Like really, fundamentally, is it a bad thing? Is bad fanfic being carried over in poor form to original publishing? Can you even say that most original published authors are interested in reading books? Because every other fucking post I see on the Internet is from some self-identified gifted kidult who's too good to read a book but wants everybody to pay attention to their shitty passion project based on a fic idea they could never get to work because that would mean actually understanding canon.

I think it's easy to blame fanfic because fandom is home of the nerd. Like, really, I know all the normies deeply resent this fact, but fanfic readers and writers have a reputation of fanaticism for a reason. And it's easy to think that that geekiness is responsible for the ultimate laziness of corporate stakes. Do you honestly think they would pass up this opportunity to gain a foothold in relevance when people are reading less than ever? The average person barely reads past a headline they scroll past. People aren't even really going to movies anymore. The publishing industry dreams of when people used to buy mass market paperbacks for their main source of entertainment.

It's easy to be proud of your ignorance - the average keyboard warrior thinks this is noble political praxis - and I don't doubt that most of what I have to say in a stupid Tumblr post actually meaningfully contributes to anything. But I guess I'm a little tired of people pointing at fanfic as being the problem when I really don't think it's solely responsible. The type of ignorance that fic authors might loudly practise doesn't put them in a unique category to any other original work author with a groundbreaking take on a strong female character in YA fantasy. And there are particular facets to fanfic that are yummy prey for the publishing industry, highly stratified and categorised stories, devoutly loyal readers - people already with a tendency to passionate devotion, and quite often - already finished works with positive reception. Why would you not want to publish these authors?

And yes, I do believe fanfic is a different practice from original work. People take this to mean that fanfic is consequently 'not valid'; nobody ever said that. And yes, I do think there are consequences to turning it into original work, and if you're not aware of these you can stumble. And yes, I think it's a mistake to think fanfic is automatically lesser on account of it being fanfic and that original work is automatically superior, particularly if you're somebody who doesn't really like fanfic and then get surprised at how shit some new releases can be, and then you attribute that to it being retrofitted fanfic. I've read both. It's not just a fic problem. (This is what this post is really about).

Fanfic can be good. Original work can be good but it has commercial stakes at play and artistic fads to contend with - just look at the advent of 'windowpane prose' and the utter disregard for the basic crafting tools of narrative. When they crossover, weird things can happen, because of genre mismatch - fanfic romance or fanfic fantasy romance doesn't always translate well to its original work counterparts, particularly when everybody has been sold the lie that it's basically the same thing. There's a lot more going on here than 'the yucky fic authors are invading'. That's it. That's the post.

[dailyaudiobiblechronological]

11/27/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

1 Thessalonians 1 - 5; 2 thessalonians 1 - 3

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm Jill. today's the 27th day of November, welcome. everybody enjoy it is an honor to be here reading the word of God for us individually collectively and we do this in community and what a beautiful community that it is. we're starting a brand new book of the Bible today will be reading first Thessalonians 1 through 5 and yesterday we started a brand new week which means a brand new translation and we will continue with that translation in the New International Version, first Thessalonians chapter 1. 

Commentary

So we took on first and second Thessalonians today and finished both chapters. I did fail to see that at the beginning of the reading so I'm glad that we got that in at the end. so just a bit of clarification as we read these two letters Corinth from Paul when we read letters such as these we have to once again remember that these were specific writings for a specific time to a specific people and it's really easy to pull some great one-liners out of these two letters, and teach from them but it's so good to know the whole context of the passage so that we're just not grabbing the lines and making it fit a narrative that we want to reiterate. and these two letters they were sent back as clarification to Paul's teachings the gospel the good news of Jesus is being preached taught for the first time in many of these places, and to teach something so profound that also comes with a great deal of controversy, that this news is for everyone well maybe you can imagine that things probably got Lost in Translation. and then things are either spoke back or delivered down the line incorrectly with needing some clarification think of the old game of telephone where you have a group of people in a line and one person Whispers And the ear of the next person something and it continuously gets whispered down the line to the last person says it out loud and it is usually so far off base from the original statement that it makes for a good laugh. so imagine phrases such as day of the Lord and like a thief in the night to just really confuse new converts and new converts that are about to experience persecution so not only are they needing to stay alive but Paul is also clarifying some miscommunications and misunderstandings of these brand new Concepts being introduced. here's just a little personal perspective thrown in there as a little girl I grew up in a time where the second coming of Christ was off in spoken of with much fear thrown in. I remember a particular conversation were two adults were speaking as if it was going to happen at any moment and they were so sure of it that I looked up and said, then what in the world are we doing if Jesus is coming back and by the sound of things it's like tomorrow, why are we why are we wasting any time doing anything? and the response was because the Bible says to work until he comes. this was true of the people as well in the context of which we are reading they too believed in the immediate return of Christ and that's not such a bad way to live. be kind to one another, forgive each other, repent enough retire of doing what is good. I loved how that passage in chapter 3 and 2nd Thessalonians verse 13 and as for you brothers and sisters never Tire of doing what is good. maybe that could be our prayer for today.

Prayer

Jesus we love you. we thank you for meeting us here we thank you for this time together. I pray that we would never Tire of doing what is good doing what is right as we hear these letters from Paul to the early churches in such a profound theme of endurance, keep going don't stop do not lose hope. so I pray that that is where our hearts and our Focus would be today thank you for this time together we pray in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, amen. 

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Community Prayer Line

hi DABC, this is Cynthia from Texas I'm going to call and give you a few updates so my brother William that y'all were praying for who had the concussion when he was 15 and has been sick for 12 years he has a little bit more energy but he feels like he is overdoing that by going to a Bible study every week he really wants to go to this Bible study it's really Life Giving to him and it's basically his only social outlet, so would you all be praying for him to have enough energy for that my mom had her surgery her knee surgery and it went well there's like a three to four month recovery time so she still recovering and y'all's continued prayers would be very much appreciated I also wanted to ask for prayer for me so I am 35 weeks pregnant and I'm going to be giving birth probably around 38 weeks cuz that's what I did last time so really soon last birth was very traumatic and very long and it took me 6 months to be able to talk about my birth without bursting into tears. so I've had a lot of healings since then but these births are also very close together the other one was just 14 and 1/2 months ago pray that I would be ready for this birth, physically, emotionally and we go faster and easier that I wouldn't care and yeah just that that God would help me through it and I'd be emotionally in a good place the whole time thank you all so much God bless

 hey dabc it's refined by the fire in Ohio I was listening and praying along and rejoicing there's so many awesome things that have been happening and I just thought I would update you my friend Jen they rediagnosed her with a type of cancer that has a one to two year life expectancy and isolated the families taking that really hard but the Mayo Clinic has put her on a trial with a new medication and after 2 weeks her areas on her lungs has reduced by 50% so I know that's not just the medication that's also the prayer so I want to thank you all for praying for her and then can you just be praying for my Dad we are going to deliver the blankets to his nursing home on December 1st and I'm just praying that he would have a day of clarity to be able to participate in that and to be able to understand hi the ABC Family the daughter again I really hope that the Lord God with how this go through if it's meant to be this is for Grace who I hear how broken her heart is having this toxic marriage and Grace I have no idea what the Lord will have me say to you I don't know what is Willis just like that being a relationship please say get div If my heart is breaking for you I want you to know that I'm thinking of you I'm praying for you I'm hugging you and holding you from this side of the phone and I am just praying very hard for you so lower please give Grace your wisdom your peace your comfort your protection Still listen and hear you you know let the husband like see how she is different and sees the Lord in her and maybe you know use and so hopefully they'll be used to change his heart cuz he needs you so much to Lord so thank you Lord and Jesus name I pray amen 

[watchmorecinema]

The Conversation is the loneliest movie I've ever seen in my life. I watched it for the first time just a few days ago and it's a masterpiece by a man that could only make masterpieces. But unlike The Godfather or Apocalypse Now, this is on a much smaller scale and much more personal. It immediately went onto my top movies of all time list.

Harry Caul is a surveillance expert, which means he knows how to secretly record people and he's excellent at it. However this also comes with extreme anxiety over his privacy; he finds it so easy to peek into other lives that he's deathly afraid of having it happen to him. His apartment is triple locked and he calls his landlady to complain when she lets herself in to drop off a gift for his birthday. His girlfriend asks him basic questions about himself and he ends the conversation by breaking up with her. He's closed himself off for safety, but in doing so has made sure that he can't ever really trust or be loved by another person.

There are exactly two times he unreservedly talks about himself. The first is when he's bragging to a competitor about how he pulled off a difficult job, and the second is when he talks about his childhood while in a dream. In both cases he isn't confiding anything personal about himself to anyone. He's completely and utterly incapable of letting other people in. His only hobby is to play saxophone along to the radio. In this he only simulates a relationship; he could easily join a real band or find an audience to play with, but that would require opening himself up to someone and he just can't do it.

I don't think I've ever seen such a stark and accurate portrayal of social anxiety. It's so obvious even to Harry that his isolation is causing him pain, but it's also the only thing that gives him comfort. It's all he knows anymore, so reaching out is fraught with terror. The few times he tries it's half-hearted and ends poorly, so he uses it as an excuse not to try again.

There is a plot, around the titular conversation. He records two people in the park and he thinks he knows what they're talking about. On a technical level he does; he has put an impressive amount of effort into recording and reconstructing the conversation. But he doesn't actually know how to interpret it, owing to his lack of communication skills. He's very smart, but he doesn't understand people and it's endlessly frustrating to him.

This isn't overtly meant to be a movie about ADHD or autism, but it's easy to see symptoms of both in Harry. Every conversation he's in starts or ends with him being surprised about something that the other person thought was obvious. He doesn't know how to interpret the way other people act, and this only reinforces his isolation. The only time he seems to be confident or happy is when talking about his specific interests, and he's otherwise anxious and scared all the time. Does this sound like you? It sure as hell sounds like me.

And in a sense it's almost hopeful, because he's so bad at it. His apartment is triple locked but the landlady can still get in. His girlfriend knows when he's at her place because he comes up the stairs in a particular way and has a particular knock. His office is fully fenced in but only with a weak wire mesh that's easily broken. He doesn't own a phone at home but is an actual celebrity in his field, with people he doesn't know asking him for branding or asking to hear stories. All of the walls he puts up are just a facade. It's pure theater. He's been fully exposed the entire time, so why bother trying to hide?

People can get into your life no matter how much you try to shut them out, so pick the people you like and let them in. You have nothing to lose but your fear.

[shawnjacksonsbs]

But it is me though . . .that decides what I do, how and why. 4-1-23

"But I feel . . .tomorrow will be ok." – Aaron Lewis, Staind’s song Outside

April Fool’s Day is no time for a relapse. Lol Ain’t even goin’ there.

When one little thing goes wrong, you brush off and handle it.

People problems.

Lots of little things happen to all of us all the time . . .we handle them.

But, when it's a thousand little things it can wear on us. They can add up relatively quickly and make it seem bigger than it is. Which generally feels bigger than it needs to too.

It's so unnecessary sometimes. Waste of energy if you ask me. . .letting it eat our lunch like that.

Just take stock in the things we have to be grateful for and move forward, even if it means a change.

Yes, even a big change.

We can only do what we can do.

If you've exhausted all efforts in one particular arena, what is there left to do?

Exactly.

So why allow yourself to feel like you could've done it differently? Just become as prepared as you can for when, and if, things ever start to go that way again in the future.

It happened the way it's supposed to. Accept that, and everything changes. I mean everything.

I've made peace with today as much as someone like me probably can under the circumstances. I imagine I handle my grown shit better than a lot of people.

Mentally, emotionally, even physically I am exhausted but never finished. Lol no lol

I don't know if that's a good quality or a bad one, but it's where I live now.

I just get it, and I remind myself of who I am, where I come from, and everything I've fucking been through.

"This is my life

Its not what it was before

All these feelings I've shared

And these are my dreams

That I'd never lived before

Somebody shake me

'Cause I

I must be sleeping

Now that we're here

It's so far away

All the struggle we thought was in vain

All in the mistakes

One life contained

They all finally start to go away

Now that we're here it's so far away

And I feel like I can face the day, and I can forgive

And I'm not ashamed to be the person that I am today

These are my words

That I've never said before

I think I'm doing okay

And this is the smile

That I've never shown before" – Aaron Lewis, Staind’s song So Far Away (still my theme song for this life)

I mean, it did start right there.

Always keep at the forefront of my mind, "You know who the fuck you are. Don't ever let anything, or anyone, change that.

You are hard, branded, and with your big heart on your sleeve, you are a winner.

Stronger than a lot, and living with an integrity that others keep me accountable for."

It is a responsibility to try and never waver in the heart and mind, and catch quickly those times when I do.

There is no. . .defeated, only some setbacks (some major, but mostly minor) on my way to being success-filled, and with a heart full of gratitude and a loving kindness that always, always prevails in the end, but no defeated.

Exhausted yes, lol, defeated no.

Just when you think you don't know what to write about it.

I'm always like, "Maybe post an apology and say no entry today, and it's because you're tired, or you don't have time (I am working today), or whatever lame reason I can think of."

You just don't realize how many times we nearly missed out on . . .an entry.

My friends call that slick. I call it wack. Lol

Own it, do better when it wasn't your best, and move on.

It rarely ever goes exactly the way I want it to. It can be close sometimes, but life, inevitably, is filled with too many unknown variables.

Therefore . . .acceptance, just like gratitude, makes changes in all the places that matter. Just sayin'.

Now go and share your love and your laughter with the world around you. Be kind, learn to be grateful, and try to love so completely that you don't understand any other way anymore!

Until next week;

“Broke again? Damn you can never be broken. You can fall, you can get bruises, but you can never be broken. You’re living, breathing, and the best example for yourself. You’re made of galaxies, atoms, fire, and so much more. Never underestimate the magic in you. The light inside you can never be handled by the moths. It’s never your mistake, it’s the eyes that are blind to see the love in your eyes, it’s the hearts that don’t understand how your heart beats for them, it’s the ears that can’t hear the screams you try to raise to make them listen and it’s the soul that’s never able to comprehend the message you sent to them.” - Hareem Ch

[moonagedaydreamohyeah]

Hi!! Welcome back! I saw you'retaking prompts, so I hope it's okay for me to send a lil one 🥺 I have this idea where Bucky has nightmares constantly, and they get so bad he can't wake up. So after a couple of weeks, he's barely holding on, Steve tries something though. And now wherever he has a nightmare, he grabs his hand, to soothe him while telling him various memories of them, their wedding, their childhood. It works, Bucky calms down eventually and then wakes up. Telling Steve his dream shifted at a certain point and stopped being scary. I had this idea but I truly cannot write at all, if you choose to do it (it's totally fine if you don't though) I know you'll do a great job! Tysm

Hii Nonnie! Thank you soo so much for your prompt, I’m sorry it took so long! Here it is though, it turned out pretty long but I hope you like it!!🙏🌼💗

Trigger warnings for some angst and trauma related stuff and a close-to panic attack - I promise it gets fluffy before long☺️

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The first thing Steve registered as he slowly became aware of his surroundings was the darkness of their room, suggesting that it was nowhere close to being morning yet.

He slowly blinked his eyes open and as he reached his hand out he came in contact with heated and sweat-clammy skin at the same time as he heard the tell-tale whimpering sounds from beside him, which instantly alerted to the cause of him having woken up in the first place.

As he sat up and turned the lamp at his bedside on, Steve looked at the distressed face of his boyfriend, at the way that his hands are opening and closing around the sheet in tight fists as if battling through a pain that was only a memory, but probably felt just as fresh and real as the approaching dawn.

Running a hand tiredly over his face, Steve suspected the bone deep exhaustion which is the product of almost two weeks of sleepless nights, for the fact that he didn’t realise what was happening the moment he stirred into wakefulness.

Steve took a deep breath in a lost effort to gather himself for what appeared to be another sleepless night with Bucky reliving the worst moments of his life while Steve sat helplessly beside him, unable to wake him up from the horror he was reliving and bring him back to reality.

When this specific brand of night terrors had first started, Steve had gone through any and all means that he and Bucky could come up with to wake him up, finding that not one of them was enough to tear Bucky from the deep sleep he was caught up in and the painful memories that came with it.

It wasn’t like nightmares were any kind of new experience for either of them, which of course couldn’t come as a surprise to anyone. They had both experienced stuff that would bring anyone nightmares, and Bucky’s mind especially only had to dig through what seemed like a bottomless pile of more than 70 years incomparable trauma and replay it, whenever it wanted to procure night terrors of the kind that would have most people opt for never sleeping again, if it meant they didn’t have to relive it - which is what Bucky would have preferred too, if it wasn’t for his therapist having put him on a strict sleeping schedule and medication to ensure that he would actually sleep within those set times, in a sympathetic voice ensuring him that the only road to recovery was through.

Usually the other would be there to wake up whomever of them were unlucky enough to run into a nightmare bad enough to wake the other up, and they would be able to hold each other until they could talk it out and eventually go back to sleep, until they were ready to go back to sleep.

They even had a ritual set up for the really bad ones. They would put on a pot of coffee and have a cup each, indulging in plenty of cream and sugar and drink them while watching an episode or two of Steven Universe on the TV.

As none of that was something they’d gotten to enjoy before waking up in the 21’st century, due to rationing and what not, that usually brought them had suffered right back to reality, reminding them that they had both escaped the pain of the past, and were now back together in the somewhat peaceful life they had managed to create for themselves in this new time and place.

But since these particular nightmares had started, none of that had been of use anymore. No matter what Steve tried, Bucky simply wouldn’t wake up and all Steve could do was sit helplessly by his side while the whimpers and cries for help rose in volume,

That didn’t stop Steve from trying though. Reaching out to try and shake Bucky out of it, Steve tried to keep the desperation out of his voice as he spoke.

“Bucky, baby, come on wake up. You’re dreaming sweetheart, you aren’t there anymore, you’re right here with me, all you gotta do is wake up.”

As he’d come to expect though, it was no use. If anything, the nightmare only seemed to be intensifying, if the full body shiver and increasingly loud whimpers of pain was anything to go by. Steve could feel his voice wavering as he shook him a little harder while he tried to speak over the devastating sounds coming from his love.

“Bucky, please. C’mon, baby, wake up. Sweetheart.”

It was when Bucky, still not showing any signs of waking up, let out a loud, high pitched cry of ‘please, no, no more, no more please, it hurts!’ that Steve suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. His breath hitched as the sob he’d been trying to hold back suddenly tore from his throat and without thinking, he was throwing the covers off and leaping out of their shared bed and into the living room where he braced himself on the back of the couch and took in gasping breaths as he tried to control the sobs that kept coming.

As his breathing only picked up the pace, Steve felt himself steer into what would no doubt become a full blown panic attack if he didn’t get a hold of himself. He slid down to sit the floor and placed his between his knees while back and forth to eight in his in a last ditch effort to slow his breathing; ‘breathe in for eight, and then out for eight’ he recited in his head.

Finally feeling his breathing start to even out, he remembered something that Mary-Ann, Bucky’s therapist, had stressed in one of their shared sessions;

‘You can’t cure another person’s pain or trauma, and the minute you catch yourself trying or beating yourself up over not being successful in doing so, you’re only making the situation worse by creating more pain for yourself along side with the pain your loved one is already in. Working through this stuff is only something you can do for yourself. The best you can do is be by their side to support them through it and try to diminish the strain of negative thoughts and other practical stuff that takes energy away from the effort that it takes to get better.’

Bucky and Steve both had trauma to work through, and figuring out to best help each other without putting too much strain on themselves and taking on the other’s struggles as well, had been a difficult balance to achieve when they had first been brought back to each other. But through therapy and conversations they had managed to get into a pretty good rhythm when it came to balancing their relationship and everyday life which all the baggage they each brought into it, by being there for each other in the best way possible.

That didn’t mean it wasn’t still hard sometimes, and these nightmares had taken a serious toll on both of them, so it wasn’t any wonder that Steve was at his limit. Had it only taken out on the nights, that would have been a different thing. But Bucky had been restless and tired in the day too, often staring off into the distance seemingly caught up in his own head. Steve, having been kept up by Bucky’s nightmares, had slowly felt the weight of Bucky’s struggles and the overall gloomy mood in their shared home, become to much to bear with his sparring energy resources.

Reminding himself once again of Mary-Ann’s words, Steve tried to shake off the feeling of inadequacy as he slowly got up from the floor. ‘The only way to get past this is through,’ he thought decisively, ‘and we will get through it.’

Even though Steve suddenly couldn’t bear to not be by Bucky’s side for one more moment, he opted to take a quick detour into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water, before he braces himself and returned to the bedroom.

By now whatever Bucky was reliving had sent him into a state of thrashing around on the sheets, throwing the covers halfway off to reveal his sweat soaked shirt, accompanied the sound of pleading, painful sounding whimpers that bordered on sobs.

Sitting himself back on the bed, Steve used one hand to grab a firm hold of Bucky’s that was now clutching the sheet hard enough that it was a wonder he hadn’t torn a hole in it yet, and started rubbing soothing circles over the back while he smoothed Bucky’s hair away from his sweaty face. Steve took a deep breath to collect himself before he started talking in a soothing voice.

“It’s okay, Buck, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere sweetheart” He didn’t know if he was still talking to Bucky or mostly trying to convince himself, when he continued, “I can’t take the pain away, but I can at least be here by your side through it, huh? Just like your Mary-Ann told us: that’s all I can do, and I’ll do it sweetheart, I’ll stay right here. I’m sorry I had to leave for a little while, but I promise I’m here now, okay? Just like you were always right there for me.”

Thinking back to the first of those awful winters when Steve had been so sick that not one doctor dared reassure his ma that he would be sure to pull through, Steve continued in that same, low voice, mostly just thinking out loud by now. He almost didn’t notice that Bucky’s whimpers had toned down a little bit and the thrashing was starting to calm down again into those god awful full body shivers.

“I guess I know how you felt now, going though those winters back then, huh? Oh god, how awful that must have been for you, baby, I get that now, don’t I? Sitting there, unable to do a damn thing but always reassuring me that I would get through even when everyone else doubted it. You always stayed, and I swear baby, that must’ve been what got me through at least the half of it.” Steve had to breath in deep again to keep the emotion out of his voice.

“Remember that first winter? We can’t have been that old, maybe nine or ten I think..” Steve mused, caught up in the memories. “Yeah, that must’ve been it. I remember ‘cause we had been playing all day out in the rain and we didn’t even notice how cold it was. Your ma gave us such an earful when we came home, soaked through and teeth chattering. I remember her going at us while we stood in the bathroom, naked as the day we were born and shivering, while she got the bath ready. She had that voice on, the one she used when we’d been exceptionally stupid”, Steve scoffed quietly. “‘You boys, I swear,’ she would always say, ‘it’s barely forty degrees outside and you run around in the rain like that; you’ll get sick, that’s for sure. You boys don’t think we have better things to spent all our hot water on?’ and I remember her voice soften when she told us, ‘you gotta take better care of yourselves, especially you Steve, with how skinny you are.’ I think she was probably more worried than mad though. God, I miss your ma sometimes. She was such a wonderful woman. Always had a thing or two to say about the shenanigans we got up to, but you could always tell she wasn’t really all that mad. She was right too, of course. I spent the entire winter in bed, doing my best to cough up half a lung while you sat by my side with that determined look on your face, like you were prepared to fight off death himself if he ever even thought of bothering to show up.”

By now Bucky was visibly calming down, the only signs of distress being the furrow of his brow and the occasional clenching and unclenching of the fist that Steve wasn’t holding onto, so Steve kept talking in the hope that that was what was finally doing the trick.

“And you never let me go out after that, without being practically bunched up in a hundred layers, even if it meant you had to freeze your balls off.” Steve chuckled to himself, suddenly recalling a very fond memory. “Oh, and then when it finally got hot outside again and we were out playing - we were with that girl, what was her name again..” Steve thought back, trying to remember. “- Laurel? Loraine? You know, the one with the pretty curls you were always pulling at when her family sat in front of us in church and no one was looking. Anyway, you found that penny on the ground and decided you were gonna buy us ice cream cones, but of course one penny turned out to only be enough for one. And I remember the look on her face when you said I should have it, god, she was so disappointed. But I had lost weight from being sick all winter and I was even skinnier than usual, and you were all like ‘look at him, he needs fattening up, it’s only fair, here you go Stevie, you have it’ and you wouldn’t hear any complaints about it.”

Steve was brought back from his reminiscing by Bucky rolling over onto his back and letting out a small sigh, any signs of the nightmare having disappeared from his features. Steve was flooded with relief as he smiled down at him and continued softly. “It was all there, right in front of my face, even back then, wasn’t it? I can’t believe I spent all those years being jealous of all the ladies who were always keen on dancing with you when we went out. You only ever had eyes for me, huh?”

Steve startled at the sound of Bucky’s sleep rough mumble. “‘Course, you punk”

Squeezing his hand, Steve checked to make sure he had heard right. “Bucky? Hey, you awake honey?”

Bucky squeezed back, letting out a grumbled “Mmh.. wha’s going on, why’re you up?” but he seemed to quickly rise from his sleepy state at Steve’s choked “oh thank god”

“Hey, Steve what’s wrong, huh? Look at me, what happened? You have a nightmare or somethin’”? Bucky asked, wiping away a single tear of pure relief that had apparently escaped and was trailing down Steve’s left cheek. His look of worry turned into one of realisation though, when it dawned on him. “Oh shit, it was me having a nightmare again huh? It happened again, didn’t it? Aww I’m sorry Stevie.”

“No no, please don’t apologise,” Steve hurried to reassure him. “It’s not your fault Buck. I’m just so relieved you’re back with me. It’s just hard, you know? Seeing you in that much pain and not being able to do a thing about it,” Steve sniffled.

“Yeah, I know Stevie, I know.” Bucky expression briefly shifted to one of confusion. “How’d you wake me up? I thought we’d practically tried everything by now.”

“I didn’t, at first,” Steve said, “I just starting talking to you and then when it seemed to calm you down a bit I kinda just kept going with like, talking about memories that came up, you know from back when we were kids.”

“Oh yeah.” Bucky furrowed his brows in thought. “I don’t really remember what the nightmare was about, only that it was awful and then the dream sort of.. shifted. Something about my ma giving us an earful and then something about ice cream cones and brown curls?” Bucky’s face shifted, as if he’d remembered something funny. “God, you remember that time I found that penny? And that girl, Loraine I think, she got so mad when I bought you ice cream instead of her,” Bucky chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s the story I was telling,” Steve smiled. “To be fair, that was kind of dick move, Barnes. Ain’t no way to treat a lady.”

“Hey! You were so skinny! You clearly needed it more than her!” Bucky defended himself. “And by the way, it wasn’t exactly her I was trying to impress.” Bucky said, waggling his eyebrows.

Steve snorted. “Yeah, alright, you’re a real charmer.”

“Don’t you know it,” Bucky said. Smiling more softly, he leaned in so his forehead was resting against Steve’s. “I’m really sorry for waking you up honey. It sucks that you have to be here through all that Stevie, I know it ain’t easy on you.”

“Nah,” Steve answered. “I’m right where I want to be. Till the end of the line and all that, remember? Not planning to go anywhere”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed softly, and then in an almost whisper, sounding suddenly vulnerable, “I love you so much, Stevie.”

Sensing that Bucky was finally feeling some of the raw emotion that was left over from the nightmare he’d just endured, now that he knew that Steve was okay, Steve lifted up to plant a lingering kiss on his forehead. Rubbing a hand soothingly up and down Bucky’s back, he noted that his t-shirt was still soaked from sweat. “Me too, Buck. Me too. Hey, why don’t I go make a pot of coffee and turn the TV on and you come join me once you’ve cleaned up a little?”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed, burying himself a bit closer into Steve’s embrace before pulling away and offering a grateful smile. “That sounds good.”

[nagito-kissmaeda]

Horny on Main Disease - Komaeda x Reader

Summary: Reader catches a strain of the despair disease that means she says everything she is thinking. Kind of awkward considering all she can think about is how much she wants to jump Komaeda's bones. This is intended to be sort of funny, but i still wrote it pretty seriously, just want to make it clear that i did not half ass the smut. i whole assed it.

Word count: 4444  Contains: fem reader, they/them pronouns, despair disease, explict sexual content, unsafe sex, voyeurism Read on AO3 ミ☆ Please send me a DM or an ask if you’d like me to write something for you!

It’s not even a particularly hot day, and yet you’re sweating bullets as you walk over to the dining hall like you do every morning. Your legs are wobbly and your head is aching something terrible, you assume that you’ve caught a cold or something , whatever the problem is, it’s going to be a question for Tsumiki when you meet up with her at breakfast.

Kuzuryu is standing out by the pool, pensively staring into the still water. He probably misses Pekoyama, but you’re smart enough to know not to-

“Hey, Kuzuryu! I bet you miss your dead girlfriend, huh?”

He just stares at you, and it takes a good few seconds for you to even realise what you just said out loud. You clap a hand over your mouth, horrified.

“I don’t know why I said that!” You squeak

Kuzuryu doesn’t look...angry? He shakes his head at you and sighs, “you’re acting weird today too, aren’t you?”

“What? Weird? Who’s weird?”

“Owari was here a few minutes ago, bawling her eyes out on the ground.” He crosses his arms and looks away from you, “I think the bear is planning something again.”

You nod sternly, “anyone with tits as big as Owari has nothing to cry about! Something is definitely suspicious.”

Oh god why did you say that??

“Oh god, why did I say that??”

You just keep saying everything you’re thinking!

“I just keep saying everything I’m-“

Kuzuryu grabs you by the wrist and starts tugging you towards the dining hall, “something is definitely fucked up.” He looks down at where his hand is gripping yours, “Jesus Christ, your skin is on fire!”

“Yeah, cause I’m hot !” That was already an embarrassing thing to say, you are horrified when your mouth drops open again to follow it up with, “bow-chicka-wow-wow!”

There is definitely something wrong with you. In general you are the sort of person who takes the time to carefully curate every word that leaves your mouth, the fact that you are just speaking without even thinking about it is bizarre and alarming. The ache in your head is also steadily growing stronger and you’re starting to feel dizzy, maybe you’re just delirious with flu? It doesn't make sense for you to catch the flu on an abandoned island, but weirder things have happened already.

It is at this moment that you realise you have been (only semi-coherently) mumbling your full internal tirade outloud to Kuzuryu, who is now helping you up the stairs to the dining hall. He has very diplomatically, been either ignoring, or at least pretending to ignore everything you have been saying.

“You’re nice. Probably the politest yakuza i’ve ever met.” you pause, “I’ve never met another yakuza, i'm not sure why i said it like that.”

Kuzuryu scoffs and tugs you up at the last step. Deigning to give your comment any sort of response.

As you step up onto the dining hall landing, you freeze. This is dangerous. Your nails are biting into the skin of your palms, and your already warm face feels even hotter. Don't look at him, don't think about him, don't look at him, don't think about him. Kuzuryu is giving you a look, you must be verbalising your own mental gymnastics, but that is less embarrassing than the alternative.

“Don't look at him, don't think about him, don't look at him, don't think-”

You look up, like an idiot . Komaeda is sitting by the window with his chin in his palm, just sort of staring off into the middle distance, not really looking at anything. The morning sun cascades through the window and catches in his hair. It shimmers. Your heart twists and turns in your chest, you have been trying to keep this little fascination of yours under wraps, but he slowly closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in through his nose and-

“He looks like an angel .” You say, and you say it loudly.

All eyes in the room turn to you. Hinata especially is looking at you with his particular brand of exhaustion, that says this is not the first weird thing he has heard today. You scramble, trying desperately to think about anything other than Komaeda, to stop yourself from saying anything stupid. In your desperation, what you say is: “Yes hello! I was talking about anyone in this room apart from Komaeda. Please do not be confused, it was not Komaeda. I want to make it crystal clear that i am NOT attracted to Nagito Komaeda. This is a very convincing lie and you all believe me!”

Mioda straightens her spine and salutes you, “Roger! You are not attracted to Komaeda, I believe you!”

Your sweating even more now, it’s getting hard to breathe, “Forget I said anything!”

Mioda salutes again, “Consider it forgotten!”

“What is happening?! ” Hinata exclaims, gesturing wildly to you, Mioda, and Owari who you suddenly notice is leaning against the far wall and sobbing, “This is not normal!”

Your eyes slip to Komaeda again. He is looking at you and he is blushing-

“He looks so...cute…” You whisper, and Hinata yelps.

“Why are you all being so weird???? ”

Monokuma takes that as his cue to finally show up. Waltzing on into the dining hall like he owns the place, clearly buzzing with excitement, “A good question!” He says, clamoring up onto a vacant chair and holding a paw in front of his face to hide his laughter, “ Oooh , this is my best motive yet! Looks like three members of the class have come down with a bad case of the despair disease!”

“D-Despair Disease?” Tsumiki contributes, nervously playing with her hands, “I’ve never heard of such a thing!”

“Yeah, well. It’s pretty self explanatory!” Monokuma says, “The main symptom is high fever, along with some other fun despair related effects! It’s a bit of a mixed bag though and no two cases are the same! For example, Moida is suffering from the Gullible Disease...Owari has the Cowards Disease.” Then, Monokuma points his stubby little paw in your direction, “And you have the No Filter Disease. You just say whatever you’re thinking! It’s been lots of fun so far, upupupupu~”

“Oh, does that mean all those things they were just saying about Komaeda were the truth?” Sonia says. Her brows draw together, and she taps her lips with a finger, “How interesting.”

“It’s not my fault he’s gorgeous!” the words escape you before you have a chance to stop them. You squeal and clap a hand over your mouth before you start talking again. Komaeda is now bright red to the tips of his ears.

“That was true? GROSS!” Saionji exclaims.

You glare at Monokuma, “If you wouldn't kill me for doing it, I'd rip out all your stuffing right now.”

Monokuma withers a little, “Aw~ Is that what you really feel? Here I was thinking we were great friends.”  

“I’ll gut you like a fish.” you pause, “a bear-fish.” another pause, “a fish-bear.” You groan, “UGH, I can’t stop saying stupid things! I’m all sweaty! This sucks !”

Tsumiki steps over to you, her hand is shaking as she brings it up to your forehead.

“Oh…” you breathe, “your hand is cold.”

“S-Sorry! I’m just checking your temperature.”

“You smell like lavender.”

She recoils a little, “It’s j-just my shampoo!!'' Then she shakes her head and turns to the rest of the group, “Monokuma is telling the truth. They’ve got a fever.”

Hinata hurriedly presses his hand against the foreheads of both Owari and Moida, confirming that they’re also burning up, “What do we do, Tsumiki?”

Before she can answer, Monokuma pipes up again, “did I forget to mention? It’s contagious~~”

Saionji squeals and backpedals all the way to the stairs, “Contagious!?”

“Yeah and I'm a conta- genius . Get it?”

Souda gives you an uncomfortable look and scratches the back of his neck, “How much space in your brain is taken up by bad puns?”

You’re feeling really dizzy now, “A lot of it! But usually I don't say any of them!” your knees wobble and you almost fall over, luckily Tsumiki is still close enough to grab you before you topple to the ground, “I am going to kill that goddamn bear .”

“Could-could someone help me?” Tsumiki squeaks, “If i keep holding them up like this we-we’re just both going to fall over.”

You giggle a little, slipping into a semi-delirium as you cling to Tsumiki for dear life. Hinata and the others start working on a plan to keep everyone safe until the illness runs its course, “Hey Tsumiki…” you whisper, “Komaeda’s got real nice hands, huh?” she is too busy trying to keep you upright to answer, “I want him to carry me. Unless I'm too heavy, Tsumiki, am I too heavy?”  

You’re all but draped over Tsumiki now, who is trying in vain to shuffle you over to a nearby wall, when you suddenly hear her sigh in relief, “Oh...Th-Thank you. I’m not very s-strong…”

You manage to flop your head around to face the other direction, lacking the strength to turn your neck properly. Komaeda is looking down at you, it might just be the fever, but you feel like you’re going to burst into flames.

“Aha, I’m sure i'm not much stronger than you, Tsumiki.” He says, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulders and tugging you over to him. You might have moaned, you can't be sure, “But I do have the height advantage.”

The utter tsunami that leaves your mouth is unavoidable. Literally medically unavoidable, but that doesn't stop it from being the most embarrassing moment of your life.

“He’s touching me. He’s touching me…” your head has come to rest on his chest and you are practically hyperventilating, “He smells like chamomile soap and clean laundry...His hands are cold, his shirt is soft...Oh god i'm so sweaty, he probably thinks i'm disgusting! Komaeda, i'm so sorry , this was meant to be a secret!!! I wasn't going to tell you, everyones gonna think I'm weird!” your thoughts are leaving your mouth faster than you can think of them, if Komaeda is reacting to anything you have to say, you don't notice because despite your mouth running a mile a minute you still have an ounce enough of shame and bury your face in his chest to hide from your own words.

The world is spinning, your head feels heavy, everything is so hot , “Your hair is nice, did you know your hair is nice? God, I've wanted to run my fingers through it since day one. This is so fucked up, you almost killed someone! I want to stop talking , i feel like i'm gonna pass out, i'm gonna pass out, i'm gonna pass out. Im gonna…”

***

“I think I passed out.” Is the first thing you say when you wake up. You’re still hot and the back of your neck is sweaty, but you can see that you are now in the hospital, and that you’re wearing a hospital gown.

“Who undressed me?!” You exclaim, disappointed to find that you still can’t help saying everything you think.

At the sound of your voice, the door to your room opens, and Komaeda steps in.

“No! Not you!”

He freezes, withering under your gaze, “Ah, I see. Being greeted by garbage like me in your current state, it must be insulting .”

You feel like an asshole .

“That’s not what I meant! Please don’t go, I never want you to go.”

Komaeda laughs a little, still lurking nervously in the doorway, “You’re confusing me.”

“I don’t want you to hear what I’m thinking. I want you to stay, but all I can think about is how much I want to suck on your collarbone.” You freeze the second you stop talking, a high pitched whine leaving your mouth as you hide your face in your hands, “I’m so sorry! I can’t stop it!”

Stepping further into the room, Komaeda quietly closes the door behind him. Your heart is pounding.

“I’m nervous.” You say.

He tilts his head, walking over to the side of your bed, “I can still leave if I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“No, I’m not uncomfortable.” You shrink under his gaze, “it just, the way you closed the door it makes me feel like you’re planning something, like maybe we’re going to have-“ you manage to cover your mouth before the rest of the sentence escapes. Keeping your hands tight over your lips as all you can think about is his long fingers, his soft hair, his half lidded eyes.

“Are you...still talking behind your hands?”

You nod.

A smile crawls up the side of his face, “are you saying something embarrassing?”

“I wanna stick my tongue in your mouth.” You say, loud enough that even the tight grip of your hands doesn’t muffle it.

Komaeda remains remarkably calm, “You keep saying those things. This disease...means you say whatever you’re thinking, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. It’s driving me crazy, I’m just being such an idiot and I’m probably freaking you out. I’m sorry.”

“No, that’s not it.” He sighs, moving slowly as he sits down on the side of your bed, “Honestly, why would you let such thoughts about scum like me take up so much real estate in your mind?”

“I can’t help it!” You exclaim, “I’ve been trying not to think about it, but I just can’t! I want you so badly. I…..I-“ you hold your breath, you can’t let that last part out, no matter what, you can’t say that last part. You’ll die of suffocation before you let him hear it.

“You...what?” He asks

Oh god. You can’t stop thinking about it. Your lungs are aching, screaming for you to just open your mouth.

“What are you hiding, hm?”

It’s too much. The nerves, your sick and weakened body, him right there . You can’t do it, you can’t stop it, the next time you see Monokuma, you are drop kicking him into the sun.

“I’ve touched myself while thinking about you!”

The words echo off the walls of the room like a gunshot.

For a moment Komaeda just stares at you, but then, his shaky hands reach out and wrap around both of your wrists. His throat bobs.

“Hng. I want to suck on the side of your neck, I want to see you covered in marks from my teeth-“ you try to cover your mouth with your hands again. Komaeda grips your wrists tighter.

“No.” He whispers, trembling, “keep going.”

“ God, your hands are so big. I want to know how deep your fingers would reach inside of me. I bet you’re good at it, I bet you’re really good at it.” He just keeps staring at you, ghostly green eyes blown wide, chest heaving , “Are you turned on? Is this turning you on? Just pin me down and fuck me, do it, do it, do it!”

“How...how often are you thinking about me like this?”

“Oh, all the time.” You freeze, mentally (and therefore also verbally) berating yourself, “Not all the time! Just like, a normal amount. However much that is.” He is still just looking at you, the pad of his thumb slowly brushes across the pulsepoint in your wrist and you shiver, “Yes, yes! I’ve wanted this intimacy with you for so long . I couldn't tell anyone, I couldn't tell you. During the first trial, when you went on your weirdo rant about hope and despair. I was scared, i was so scared, but oh god- ” you can't stop yourself. Every thought in your head is pouring out of your lips. Filling up the room, the mortification is drowning you . All you can do is squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at him, “I was wet , Komaeda. I went back to my cabin and came three times to the thought of you, I am reprehensible . What do you think the others would do if they found out, huh? That all i can think about is you fucking me over my trial podium. They’ll tie me up next-”

The bed squeaks, and Komaeda brings his knee up and over your hips.

“-Oh my god. You’re doing it aren't you?”

His other leg comes up on the bed, and he settles, hovering up above you. He shrugs, “I honestly don't understand why this is something you want,” he leans down over you, resting his palms on either side of your head, “but who am I to deny the wishes of an ultimate.”

If not for the warmth of his lips pressed against yours, you are sure that you wouldn't be able to shut up, based only on the number of thoughts tumbling through your head like they’re on a spin cycle. You are still sweaty with fever and probably look disgusting, but Komaeda shuffles down in between your legs and hikes your hospital gown up to your waist. So you are suitably distracted.

He laughs as he hooks his fingers around your panties and tugs them down your thighs, “I cant believe that you want scum like me to touch you like this. Usually I would assume that you are lying, or taking pity on me.” He grins, running a finger up the length of your sex, “But everything you say to me is your exact thoughts, isnt it?”

“Yes! Touch me, please! ” You’re quivering beneath him, barely able to breathe in between your frantic pleas, “You feel so good, you feel perfect . I want your fingers inside me so bad .”

He hisses as he slips his middle and ring finger inside of you, eyes glued to where your entrance is swallowing him up, “Ahaaa...you’re drenched . You really do want me don't you?” he pistons his fingers in and out slowly, slowly and deliberately, “Someone like you, desiring me so terribly. It’s such a waste , but i can't help it. I must be selfish and take this chance while i can.”

“Not a….waste....” You force out, helplessly grinding on his fingers, “Want you....want only you…”

“Oh- Ohhhh .” He moans, “I can feel you, squeezing around my fingers. You’re so wet...so warm…”

You hear a zipper coming undone, and your thoughts go into overdrive, “oh my god, oh my god. Komaeda’s going to jerk off in front of me, wanna watch, wanna watch! ”

His fingers still inside you for a moment as he tugs his boxers down far enough to slip out his cock. Your eyes follow the movement of his long fingers as he slowly curls them around the base, and tugs them up again, rolling the pad of his thumb over the head. His hips buck, and you moan.

“You...you’re tightening around my fingers…” he breathes, choking on a moan as he pumps his cock again, “you like watching me touch myself?” Your hips stutter, grinding your clit against the meat of his palm as he continues stroking himself. His eyes are wide as he watches you writhing beneath him.

“The face you make when you do that...it’s so cute.” You say, whining as his fingers start moving inside you again, “it’s even cuter than I imagined. Your cheeks are all red.” You swallow, “and your cock is so pretty...I want you to cum inside me, so bad .”

His breath hitches, “you want me to cum, inside you?” his cock is leaking with pre-cum now, painfully hard in his hand. His chest is heaving.

“Yes yes yes! ” You plead, “I want you, please! ”

“I don’t understand.” He breathes, and you whimper as his fingers slip out of you, “How could someone be so desperate for my pathetic seed?”

“Fill me up , Komaeda!” You exclaim, at this point you are long past embarrassed. The words leaving your mouth are the absolute truth and there is no way you can deny them.

He groans at that, an octave deeper than you are used to hearing and it seems he is having trouble denying you. His own desperation mingling with yours and overtaking his painful self-doubt, he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, and slowly edges the swollen head against your entrance, “f-fuck…” he mutters as he slips inside you, “you’re so warm .”

You can barely even register what you are saying anymore, it’s little more than a string of compliments about how good he feels inside you. About how handsome he is. Your tongue feels weird and loose in your mouth from overuse, but you still can’t stop talking.

He looms above you, halo of white hair bouncing as he thrusts in and out of you, the unmistakable jangle of the chain hanging from his jeans. All things that confirm it is Komaeda inside of you. Your heart races with the fact.

“Th-thank you, for permitting me to do this with you.” He stammers, sweat slowly dripping down his brow, “it’s...so good...it feels like I belong inside you. ”

A moan rips through you, and you hook your weak ankles around his waist, “you do belong inside me. You fit so perfectly , I was made for your cock. GOD I sound so filthy…..I- I can’t help it.”

“ No.” He hisses, eyes meeting yours, “Keep talking.”

“You say that like I can stop.” You dip your head lower, and wrap your lips around his left collarbone, moaning as you suck hard enough to leave a bruise. He keens above you, hips snapping against yours even faster, “Your hip bones are digging into my thighs…”

He squeezes his eyes shut, “I-I’m sorry, do you want me to-“

“Don’t you dare stop, Komaeda. You’re mine , I want to feel every inch of you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

You bring a shaky hand up to his cheek, he nuzzles into your palm, “You aren’t hurting me. It feels wonderful.”

He kisses you then, messy and wet, his lips taste like desperation. Even with his tongue tangled with yours, you are still trying to speak. Sweet nothings, forceful demands, anything and everything that comes to mind is trying to force its way out of your mouth. Something is in the pit of your stomach is twisting tight and you moan greedily into the cavern of his mouth as his hips meet yours again. You can feel that he’s losing his rhythm.

“S-sorry. I’m...im close…” A moan rips from his throat and he buries his face in your neck.

Your hips have started canting up to meet his, you want so badly to be close to him, to feel all of him, “M’close to. I love having you inside me, i want to do this again and again and-”

Komaeda freezes, eyes turning to the door on the other side of the room. Footstops.

“Who is it? Did they hear? Are there going to come in? What do you think they’re going to do if they see you inside of-”

Komaeda covers your mouth with his palm. You’re still talking, but at least it’s muffled now. Kuzuryu and Hinata are chatting in the hallway, the footsteps seem only to be growing closer. You can't stop thinking terrible, horrible things, and while Komaeda’s hand keeps you quiet enough that they can't seem to hear you from outside, Komaeda can definitely hear you.

“I wanna keep going.”

His eyes are blown wide, but you feel the tell-tale throb of his cock inside of you, “ What?! ” he hisses, “there’s no way you can keep quiet like this...they’ll definitely hear us.”

“I don’t care if they hear us, I want them to hear us. I want them to know what you’re doing to me.”

His hips twitch, and he bites his lip hard to keep in a moan, “You're not ashamed to be seen intimately with someone as despicable as me?”

You coo at him, running your index finger down the front of his throat and over the mark you left on his collarbone, he tentatively removes his hand from your mouth and pushes some sweaty hair away from your forehead, you smile, “I’m not ashamed of you. I’m in love with you.”

Komaeda sucks a breath in through his teeth, and it is only then that you realise what you have said.

“Oh GOD. I didn't - I'm so sorry.” your eyes are wide, you’re ready for him to jump up and bolt out of the room, “I just thought it and then i said it, and jesus christ im so sorry-”

You’re cut off by his lips. The kiss is gentler, less desperate, but filled with the depth of passion. He starts thrusting in and out of you again, and you gasp in surprise at the feeling. He pulls away from the kiss, and rests his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy as one of his hands slips down under your knee. He pushes your leg up higher and you choke on a moan at how much deeper this new angle feels.

A high-pitched whine leaves his throat as he continues moving inside of you, he swallows, “I...I love you too.”

“Aaah... ahhh .” You’re so close at this point, the coiling in your stomach is about ready to snap, “I love you so much, I want your cum, please! ”

“I’ll give it to you, I...hah...I’ll fill you up...is that what you want?”

His hand slips down to your clit and you shriek , clenching hard around his cock, “Yes, yes, yes! I’m close...i'm so close…”

“I’m gonna...I...I…”

A moan rips through you as your climax finally hits, for the first time this day your mind is void of thoughts. All you can do is feel . Your fingers dig into the bedsheet under you, and your legs tighten around Komaeda’s waist. He writhes and moans above you,  he just keeps going, harder and harder and harder, and then, with a heavy groan you feel him release inside of you.

“Thank...you…” you mutter, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…”

Before Komaeda has a chance to say anything in return, someone clears their throat on the other side of the door. The two of you freeze.

“Are you two done?” Hinata asks, he sounds exasperated.

Komaeda clears his throat, “Um...yeah...pretty much.”

“His dick is literally still inside of me! Maybe give us a few minutes!” You wince at the blunt sentence that just left your mouth, Komaeda is clearly trying not to laugh, you huff “Sorry Hinata! I can't help it!”

This disease was going to be the death of you.

[officialgritty]

How I Would Humble NHL Players

An essay written by bigboigritty. 

I would humble hockey players the only way I know how to, by sending them to Australia. Let’s suppose that they have decided to hold the All Star game over here (forget about it’s usual date) (forget that some players I have listed below might not be invited) (and while you're at it, please forget that Australia’s rinks are Not Good).

I think that they would suffer but in an entertaining way so it’s fine. 

First of all, their biggest concern is getting sunburnt. It would effect all of their dumb asses but I’m particularly worried about Pierre-Luc Dubois and Mitch Marner. Boys are practically translucent. Vince Dunn would be fine, he’d probably wear a shirt most of the time which is a very smart decision. 

You may wonder why I didn’t mention Nolan Patrick because I am a certified slut for him, well I don't think he would have a problem. He would spend most of the time inside and when he joins the others, I think his Virgo ass would reapply sunscreen. Maybe he would burn slightly but I don't think it'd be enough to make him uncomfortable. 

Another thing that I think they will gain from this experience is a higher pain tolerance. Now you’re probably thinking, “Zoe they are NHL players so they can handle pain.” Wrong.

Real pain is running barefoot on cement at theme parks while you race to get to the next ride. Also getting into the car and having to avoid touching every piece of metal to not get branded like a cow. Or better yet, when the heat gets so bad that there’s a black out because everyone has their air conditioning turned on.

Don’t get me wrong, I know that other countries have scary animals but I would pay to see them panic over ours. Crocodiles here can grow up to 5.2 metres / 17 feet. We have a box jellyfish season where it’s advised to avoid swimming or wear wetsuits for coverage. Funnel web spiders can survive underwater for hours by trapping air bubbles around their skin. We have several of the worlds deadliest snakes present across the country. 

Listen, I don't want anyone to get injured but the constant fear that they would have when doing anything would be enough to make me happy.

My biggest question is who would survive in the shady areas, who would survive the eshays?

Under no circumstances can you look them in the eyes or cross their path. They are not to be feared individually but in groups caution is advised. I think the players would attempt to assert dominance and that is simply not an option. You are better off to ignore the eshay.

Nolan would have no issues here if im being honest. He is big and I don't think they’d find it worth it to fuck with him. But you know who they would target? Matthew Tkachuk. “Where are you going pretty boy?” “Oi braa did we hurt your feelings ya pussy cunt?” They would make fun of his hair in particular. 

Travis Konecny would be an eshay. I don't think I need to make further comment. (So would Louis Tomlinson but I am not a 1D account and I will continue to repeat that until it’s true.)

I would also give them a few iconic tasks to get the true Australian experience. Activities for the ‘vacation’ include triathlon events, beach flags, bush walking and climbing the harbour bridge. They could attend a cricket match but they tend to like golf so unfortunately they would probably enjoy this :(

AFL is an extremely popular sport here and I think they would loose their shit when they learn the rules of this game. No protective equipment is used other than mouthguards, that's it. That’s all you get. And jumping onto other players for leverage is encouraged. I would thoroughly enjoy the fights that would break out because of this.

Another task would be to use a map to make their way to a servo for a slurpee. The catch is that they will be required to pass through multiple alleyways. Also, the season is Spring, it’s swooping season mother fuckers. Let’s see how brave you are when birds chase you down the block. Personally I don’t think any of them would pass this test, maybe McDavid because the birds may not be able to detect a heartbeat.

Australian food would disgust them, I just know it. Things that they would need to try are a Bunnings sausage sanga, fairy bread, lamingtons, baked beans on toast, Milo and Vegemite. Because I’m me I would give them no butter with their Vegemite. 

An after thought I had was money so I’m editing this to include it. Everything here is EXPENSIVE so they would need to learn how to budget. Upon doing research, Canadians would be fine but the Americans will be mad.

1000 CAD = 1019 AUD

1000 USD = 1297 AUD

Another after thought was the fact that they won’t be able to drive (or at least drive well) here. We drive on the left and not the right, same goes for walking paths too. I can sense a lot of them bumping into people.

Where I think players would live based on vibes alone:

Carter Hart and Vince Dunn: North Shore Beaches, NSW. Daddy’s money. Carter probably did Nippers whereas Vince was a skater boy. 

Travis Konecny: Darwin, NT. Would 100% live there and enjoy it. He would try to conduct crocodile tours but gets assigned to feeding the baby crocs and doing shows for little kids. 

Tyson Barrie: Perisher, NSW. One of the only ski resorts we have to offer, major friendly mountain man energy.

Nolan Patrick: Byron Bay, NSW. @antoineroussel enlightened me, steering away from my original thought of Katoomba, NSW. Byron Bay is a magnet for hippies and links rainforest to the ocean. Chris Hemsworth and his family also live there.

William Nylander: Perth, WA. I don’t know much about Perth other than they wouldn’t shut up about partying while the other states had to quarantine. For some reason, I also associate Perth with Tik Tok. 

Sidney Crosby and Connor McDavid: Melbourne CBD, VIC. These two would live in the same apartment building in the city, Connor one level above Sidney. It’s the most boring looking block of them all and Crosby would send in complaints to the landlord about McDavid pacing during the night.

Tyler Seguin: Surfers Paradise, QLD. Party central, not many people are actually from this area and he would be sure to tell absolutely everyone that he was. I also think he would get a Meter Maid tattoo, specifically on his leg. Has definitely slept on the beach before because he couldn’t find his way home.

Jamie Benn: Hobart, TAS. Tasmania is usually forgotten about. Another one with mountain man energy except he is more creepy than friendly.

Mitch Marner: Fitzroy, VIC. @antoineroussel is responsible for this one too. Hipster central, makes you question how the hell someone so young can have so much money. Would chug $45 wine and not blink an eye.

(honourable mentions include = Sammy Blais: Hobart, Tas. Once again no comment on Tasmania. TJ Oshie: Cairns, QLD. Would do reef tours. Haydn Fleury: Western Sydney, NSW. Haydn would 100% own a ute or a white holden commodore and you can’t tell me otherwise. Roman Josi: Adelaide, SA. Small town history teacher vibes.)

I have attached a handy map for those who may need it.

In conclusion, the NHL should send their players over here to teach them some manners and while they’re at it, management should bring themselves too. Nolan Patrick could pass as an Australian if he built up a tan. (So does Nylander in this picture but we won’t talk about that.) Come over anytime baby, I’m free. 

Glossary

Servo - A service station, also known as a petrol or gas station. Example: 7/11

Theme park - An amusement park. Can be said in reference to both normal parks and water parks and usually means those in QLD. Example: Six Flags

Swooping season - August to October in Australia. When birds attack and chase humans and / or pets for getting close to their babies. Magpies are notoriously bad for this. 

Bunnings sausage sanga - A cheap feed / meal found at the front of a hardware and gardening store called Bunnings. Made up of white bread, sausage, onion and your choice of sauce.

Fairy bread - White bread with margarine and topped with 100s and 1000s / sprinkles. 

Meter Maids - Women who work along the beach dressed in gold bikinis. They top up parking meters to save tourists from getting fined and will often stop for photos. 

Nippers - Surf lifesaving programs carried out for children between 5 and 14. 

Ute - A pick up truck.

Eshay - A person who partakes in drug use, graffiti, listens to EDM and targets victims in groups. Below is the typical style of an eshay. 

Tagging a few friends so this doesn’t completely flop but feel free to ignore if it isn't your thing. I won’t be offended lmao

@scheifefe @ifiwasshawnmendesidslapmyself @d00dlebob @bowenbyram @kempe @prettyboyroope @quintonsbyfield @travisgermy @pitoftrash @kspitehockey @ballsakic @canadianheaters @bricksatlandyswindow @powerblais @brokeninsidebutnobodyknows @jamiedrysdales

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

Hell. (Lucifer Kris Wu/Yifan x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con and fucked up twisted shit. You are legal in this. Read at your own risk.

"Mmm…" She hummed and smiled, nuzzling into the much older man and inhaling his scent while he held her tight to his chest. "Oh… I should get going now~ I have class in an hour~" glancing at the clock on the bedside table, the girl sat up slowly with a pout.

"Get going?" Yifan chuckled at her before grabbing her ass and pulling her into him, clicking his tongue. "Nah… you'll stay here with me like my good toy now~" Y/n looked at him and giggled, taking the covers off to her to get out of bed.

"Chill dude… we just met like last night. Don't expect anything only because we fucked. You have a looooong way to go if you want to impress me…" Before she went to step off the bed but her hand was captured in Yifan's much bigger one.

"Impress you? Tsk. You're branded as my belonging now that I've fucked you, finally. You're mine now. Nobody and nothing can get you out of my world now, you're officially a satanist after you opened your legs for The Devil. You're nothing but my fuck toy now." His lips brushed against her ear as he chuckled to himself. "You don't have a choice."

Turning around to look at him, Y/n started struggling as she got creeped out. "U- Uh… okay… weirdo… I really gotta go now~" trying to back away, she tried to break out of his grip. Her friends were right. Maybe single older men really were fucking nutjobs.

"You're not going anywhere!" Yifan's complexion darkened before horns grew out of his temples whilst his hair turned white and back to its original length which was til his waistline. "I came up here looking for a new toy as the last one…" He sickly grinned. "Anyways. I've found you now and have decided that you'll be my little slut from now on." Y/n was shaking as his pupils disappeared, blank white eyes staring down at her now.

"O- Oh… m- my fucking G- God… n- no way…" She whispered, only causing the man to laugh at her. "H- Holy fucking shit-" she was cut off when everything around them started to disappear, as of they were standing in a tornado, their surroundings starting to spin before getting distorted to the point where Y/n's human mind couldn't decipher it anymore.

"Welcome to your new house, my pet." Yifan mightily spoke when it finally stopped and they were standing in a dark hall now that was illuminated by an unknown source. "There's only one rule for little slaves like you. Behave well, get treated well." The man- fucking Devil's voice was so much deeper and inhuman now, his tall frame growing even more as well as expanding.

"T- This can't be real… th- this can't be real!" Y/n shook as she looked around, her senses numbed whilst she knelt in front of him, the shock too much for her legs to still work.

"Tsk. It is real. Very real. Since the beginning of time. And now you're a part of it." His teeth seemed sharp, almost like fangs.

"They're awaiting you in the court, Father." Y/n jumped when she heard an even more inhuman voice from behind, making her gasp and stagger towards Yifan when she looked back at the abomination of a creature standing behind her, staring at Yifan through its plain black eyes.

It was a literally mutilated half bull and half human looking thing. Her head was spinning.

"I don't condone a pathetic little human like you being disrespectful to my people!" A harsh kick landed in her side, making her groan in pain. "Pathetic fucking slaves like you show respect and please their owners. Tsk. Apologize!" He boomed while glaring down at the shaking human, expecting her to just suck up the fact that her one night stand had turned out to be The fucking Devil and had brought her to Hell. "Apologise, I said!" A whip appeared in his hand before he controlled her mind, making her get on all fours while crawling to the creature that was waiting silently. "I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!" Before the whip made of lightning whipped her back, making a whole jolt go down her back.

"I am sorry! I am s- sorry, Master! P- Please forgive me!" The girl shook while crying, the mind control forcing her to kiss the creature's animal-like feet. "I didn't m- mean to-! Please!" When Yifan landed another whip, she cried out in agony, holding the creature's feet desperately.

It only nodded in response, silently saying something in a language of whispers and hissed she didn't understand before it left.

"Good slut." Since her ass was in perfect view, Yifan kicked it from behind, making her let out an embarrassing yelp before he grabbed her hair. "Now. Let's go and introduce you in court." Starting to walk swiftly, the Devil basically dragged her against the rough floors by her hair, his own feet in the air, almost.

It wasn't long before they reached two huge doors made of gold which instantly opened for Yifan, a huge courtroom like that of a king inside. Y/n felt her heart beat getting even more erratic when The Devil started to drag her inside, causing her knees to start getting torn now, all the creatures standing on either sides almost impossible to decipher by a human mind.

"This, my people, is my new toy and slave!" Lucifer announced as his people cheered, letting go of Y/n's hair in the middle of the court and ascending up the stairs and onto his throne, sitting like the royalty that he was. "But this pathetic little human here thinks she can deny me and disrespect our kind!" Everyone let out angry hisses and groans, speaking in that one language she didn't understand, making her let out a sob.

"We must teach her a lesson now, shouldn't we?!" Everyone cheered in response, rushing to the screaming girl when their Ruler nodded at them, pulling and pushing at the smaller body from every direction. Y/n wanted to call out for help to no one in particular but her tongue froze upon The Devil's power.

The human was on the verge of knocking out but she couldn't, forced to take all the slaps, pushes, pulls, pokes and abuse. Yifan laughed like a maniac. "Now now, don't touch her little privates. That's mine~" her slits closed up. "Take her elsewhere until I am done with court, we have important business to do here~" and with that, those creatures dragged her out of court.

She couldn't speak, she couldn't run, she couldn't knock out and she couldn't die.

.

"That's enough!" After what felt like days of turmoil, Lucifer finally stopped those creatures that had destroyed Y/n's body again and again only for it to heal again. "Come here now…" Grabbing at her arm, he pulled her up to her feet as her slits opened up again, gesturing at everyone to leave before he looked down at her. “Have you learned?” The human had no choice but to nod in desperation, ready to do anything to not go through the turmoil those God forbidden creatures put her through.

“Good.” Before her brain could decipher any of it, they were standing in a huge room and a heavy door was shutting behind them, The Devil throwing her naked form on the bed before his own clothes disappeared. “See, I am not a bad Master, my slave” crawling on top of her, he deeply spoke before kissing her cheek and then her soft lips. “Not at all… I take well care of my toys and play with them all the time but…” Dipping his middle finger in her mouth, Yifan picked her up and closer to him by snaking an arm around her waist, plunging his middle finger in her pucker and making her cry out wordlessly as she couldn't use her tongue.

"But for good treatment you must show good behavior, my little toy…" Kissing her lips harshly, he tortured her asshole before his red and hot tail slipped in, replacing his finger as he kissed and bit at her tits now. "Fuck… you're so tight and soft" Yifan grunted and rubbed his balls against her soft folds, healing her hymen back up just so she could bleed when he plunged his huge cock in, moaning even more when he felt it's shape in her stomach.

The human wanted to struggle and scream but instead let out moans under compulsion, her body betraying her mind and making her try to ride him more and more, the shape of his manhood very clear to see. Y/n hated how good her pussy felt because of his compulsion.

"You like this, don't you, my little pet? Tsk. Look at you! Being raped by The fucking Devil and enjoying it!" He smacked her cheek before gripping it and kissing her deeper, pushing his tongue in her mouth and entering it in her throat, gripping her neck and feeling it, moaning loudly in satisfaction while pumping his cock in and out of her pussy whilst his tail toyed with her ass.

"Look at you! Shaking and crying like a needy little slut!" Gripping her hands, he pinned them above her head and licked at her tears with his now long Devil tongue, thrusting harder and harder, her holes expanding more and more when the girth of his cock and tail was increased by him.

"That's right. You're mine! My toy! My little slave! That's all you are and will ever be good for! Fuck!" The human couldn't help but helplessly nod and moan. She was powerless.

And Yifan wasn't done just yet. They had a long way to go before he'd be satisfied for the day.