Hey Guys Please Remember To Fucking Reblog Art Ok? It's Super Fucking Disheartening To Put So Much Time

write an 'about me' pretending to be me and i'll rate the accuracy /10

*THIS WAS SENT TO A FRIEND. NOT ME*

the friend who received this is too nice to say something about it but i have reached a point now where i have seen them receive so many messages like this that i just can't keep my mouth shut anymore

this is straight up evil behaviour. whatever lighthearted tone this anon thought they were sending this with, i don't care. it's gross in every sense.

i'm speaking directly to whoever sent this now and frankly, if you follow me, non, unfollow me right fucking now because i don't want this energy anywhere near my blog. it hurts enough that you've targeted my friends with it.

listen up because apparently it bears repeating for the millionth fucking time -

FANFICTION AUTHORS ARE HUMAN BEINGS. they have lives and jobs and school and things they struggle with. maybe they've even spoken publicly about their struggles in the hopes their readers would understand them a bit better because at the end of the day this is a community and they have every right to use this space however they fucking want to.

"don't start a fic you can't finish" - literally shut up. shut up! we are not paid to do this, i will start and not finish whatever the fuck i want.

and holy shit, anon. as if this message wasn't disgusting enough, please let me state plainly something you "desperately" need to hear: no robot can give you what a human writer can. and the fact that you even threatened to just go to AI at this point shows how little you care about storytellers and all they provide for you.

again, i don't care if every word of this message was sent in jest or meant to be read playfully. it's not fucking cute. this shit hurts writers and ya'll need to realize that.

if you take time out of your life to send messages like this, you're a bad person. period. this is not how fanfic works, it's not how the world works. if you can wait two-three years for a movie or a new season of your favourite tv show, you can wait a few months for a fanfic to update. or you can wait forever. we literally owe you nothing.

i'm done sugarcoating it, ya'll. disrespectfully, grow up. grow up! enough is enough.

anyway

Listen listen-

Vampire!Helob x Reader where he is addicted to drinking your blood. Like it's his version of cocaine, he cannot go with out it for more than a few days.

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𝐈'𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫.

𝐀/𝐍 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 😭😭😭😭

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥), 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 (𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥), 𝐋𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥)

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

"𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬.."

𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞!𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐛

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐛 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐛'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥.

𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐨. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭. 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭.

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐬.

𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤. "𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬.." 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫.

posting this early for mr anon in my ask box

imagining cuddling and napping with Poly!SatoSugu

These two men are both clearly very strong, stronger than your average Jujutsu Sorcerer, but they’re also both so incredibly… stupid.

They’re very attached to each other and you, which is why, when cuddling them, you’re simply suffocating between them.

When it’s a particularly stressful day, or night, for any of you, you’re always squished between the two of them. And I mean squished.

They’re both fond of cuddling if everyone is able to be held, so you’re in the middle while the two men squeeze against you in order to hold one another as well.

If you happen to fall asleep, they loosen their grip. After all, they don’t want to hurt you by squeezing you too hard while you’re asleep.

Now, if they both fall asleep, you may hear them talk in their sleep, Satoru more than Suguru. You’ll hear Satoru say so many things, talking about mochi, different types of cake, etc.

You’ve also heard Satoru mutter something along the lines of ‘domain expansion’ before continuing to snore. You and Suguru are so incredibly lucky he hasn’t accidentally set off Infinite Void in his sleep, both in the middle of the night and while napping.

Suguru’s sleep-talk is much cuter. He says different nicknames that he has for you and Satoru, and you haven’t heard much else.

But either way, you’re pretty positive that they both dream about your little throuple constantly.

I don't normally post about politics but here goes nothing.

If you voted for trump, man or woman, I want you to read as follows

I want you to understand how thoroughly you fucked everyone over. I want you to look at your children in the eyes and tell me if there is anything more than innocence or resentment.

If you have a mother, I want you to look her in the eyes. I want you to tell her that she'll be stripped away of her rights and she doesn't get a say in what happens to her anymore.

If you have a daughter, I want you to look at your babygirl and explain that there's nothing you can really do if anything happens to her. I want you to tell her that a gun meant more than her in your vote.

If you have a wife, I want you to look at her and see the fear in her eyes knowing that she is married to someone who couldn't care less about her rights and views her as property. I want you to try and tell her that you love her and see her struggle to respond.

I want you to sit down with your children and have to hold back tears while teaching them how to have even a small chance at surviving a school shooting.

I want you to look at the couples in your life that are not stable enough for a child and have to tell them that if they get pregnant by mistake they'll have to suck it up.

I want you to look at the women in your life and tell them that if they're raped and unfortunately get pregnant, that they'll have to go through that hell all over again.

I want you to go to a book store and see all the books you've ever loved disappear. I want you to look for The Holy Bible and be unable to find it when it's banned.

I want you to think back to the book Fahrenheit 451 and it's story. I want you to understand that this is the reality you want us to live through but worse.

I want you to look at the people in your life and have to explain to them that you're sorry. Women, people of color, gays, trans, etc.

I want you to look at future generations who never get to experience the same rights as you were blessed to have before and I want you to say you're sorry.

I mean hey,

Was it worth it??

Was it worth getting your guns back and "voting for your pockets"??

Was it worth the people who killed themselves out of fear?

Was it worth having the women in your life be told "your body, my choice"?

I hope it was.

I want you to remember what your choice was.

How do you feel about Caregiver Kallamar?

𝐎𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐒𝐇! 𝐈𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐍!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫

Kallamar found you abandoned in Anchordeep, and felt horrible.

You were so small, and... where were your parents?

It took him a moment, but he soon realized just how long you'd been there.

Dirt covered your tiny clothing, grease layered in strands of your hair.

He felt even more horrible as he gently scooped you up and took you back to his temple.

Obviously, his temple was huge and had many bedrooms. He went to his own and gently laid you on his bed.

He would stay next to you until you awoke, scared for your physical health.

Once you awoke, he'd softly explain everything before asking what had happened to get you there.

In a tiny voice, you explained that your parents had abandoned you.

There was a hint of guilt in his eyes as he offered to help get you cleaned up.

After you were all settled in, Kallamar gave you your own bedroom, and made it evident who you were to him.

He took care of you like you were his own child.

Of course, he had parents anxiety. Anytime you'd go to visit Shamura in Silk Cradle, (let's face it, they're your favourite of your caregivers siblings.) Kallamar would get so nervous and anxious for your return.

Any, and every, time you get back, he'll scoop you into a hug and hug you tightly for a solid five minutes. Then, he'll make his way out to the lake (I headcanon he has a lake outside of his temple, reserved only for him, and the residents of his temple) and ask all about your time with Shamura.

Leshy definitely cheers you up with flower crowns. Despite being the bishop of chaos, he loves cheering you up. Mostly because Kallamar gets annoying when he's anxious.

On your birthdays, he'll often cook for you, but he'll fail miserably. Shamura has had to put out... more than a couple fires on your birthday.

Which is why Heket cooks. Thats why its her job.

But all in all, you're definitely one of the best things to ever happen to Kallamar, not to mention the bishops as a whole.

𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.

Hi hiiii!!

I saw your post that you’re looking for KNY requests so I got one that I’ve been thinking abt for a while.

So, a Douma x reader where the reader is Muzan’s only daughter (or offspring if you’d prefer it to be gn) and Michael Jack- *ahem* I mean, Muzan doesn’t really pay that much attention to her so they don’t talk often. She’s also only half demon so she can walk in the sun (but he doesn’t know that for obvious reasons).

However, after Gyutaro and Daki were killed and all the upper moons were summoned, Muzan’s daughter joins them bc he always summons her regardless if she cares or not.

Low and behold, the other upper moons see her for the first time, except for Kokushibo who’s pretty much known her all her life since he’s the first. While they’re waiting for Muzan to arrive, she begins to have a conversation with the upper moons.

Her and Akaza feel neutral about each other, she gets along with Gyokko pretty well and Hantengu… is scared of making even eye contact with her since she’s Muzan’s daughter.

When Douma sees her, oh boy, head over heels is an understatement. Instead of wanting to be worshipped by her, he WANTS to worship the ground she walks on. When she sees his unique eyes and compliments them, he melts to the ground instantly, asking Gyokko if he’s in some kind of dream.

If you don’t want to do this or you don’t feel comfortable, then skip. Also, sorry that was long, I had to get it all out 😅

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭! 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 😭

@warringwarrioridiot

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: (𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚) 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭(?) 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

"𝐌𝐲, 𝐦𝐲.."

𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚

𝐀 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲... 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐮𝐠, 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. "𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞! 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞!" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨'𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐔𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. "𝐌𝐲, 𝐦𝐲.. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞?" 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝. 𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞? ..𝐘𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞? 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨.. 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬? 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐬.

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝-𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨.

"𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨. 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. "𝐌𝐲, 𝐦𝐲..."

Mitsuri or Shinobu with a service top s/o who’s never been pleasured by their own significant other? Just how she would hand her s/o being confused about her wanting to return the favor

𝐈'𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭!

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