#05) V. BEFORE THE BLOOD.

[sellenite]

cherry blossoms 05 pairing: virgin!Choso x fem!reader contents: virginity loss! (Choso), p in v, light choking (f! receiving), use of pet names (baby), friends to lovers, soft smut, cheesy ending warning (LOL) tw: blood - talked about, but not seen (in reference to Choso's cursed technique) word count: 3.3K MDNI | 18+

It had been a few weeks since you had kissed Choso, and the need you felt for one another had grown exponentially in the passing days. But you hadn’t gotten many moments of privacy since the movie night, opting instead to steal kisses and touches from one another when no one was looking.

Choso had been desperate to get his hands on you whenever he could—pressing you up against the walls of alleyways when you were on missions or pulling you into the bathroom with him when you were watching movies with Yuji at their apartment—just so he could taste your lips, even for a minute. And after weeks of sneaking around, you were finally granted another night of privacy.

As soon as you arrived at Choso’s apartment, your hands were all over each other. His touches had gotten bolder since your first kiss, his lips smoother and more confident in their movement against yours. You walked him backward towards his bedroom as you pulled pieces of clothing off, giddy and giggling like schoolchildren. You made out for a while on Choso’s bed, your hands tugging off one another’s clothes until you were left just in your undergarments, your body seated atop Choso’s broad frame.

“Are you nervous, Choso?” You gazed down at him as he lay beneath, meeting his gaze softly. Your palms were on his bare chest—fingers splayed over the strong plane of his pectorals—and your thighs straddled his waist, pressed pelvis to pelvis.

“Y-yeah, a little,” Choso admitted shyly. He returned your gaze tenderly, but you could feel his heart beating quickly under your palm. You gave him an easy smile as you traced a little heart into his skin with your index finger.

“What are you nervous about?” Your eyes were kind as they held his, and your voice soft, trying to coax him into relaxing.

“I– don’t wanna hurt you.” Choso’s voice was so gentle as he looked up at you, ironically contrasting the broad, muscular body you were sitting on top of.

You laughed affectionately, running your palms tenderly up and down his chest. “You’re not gonna hurt me, Cho… You’re going to do quite the opposite, really,” you assured him, giving him a cheeky smile.

Choso let out a sigh, his hands running over your hips, soothing himself by feeling your curves under his palms. Your smiles and laughter calmed him to some degree, but he was still stressed, anxious about the fact that the swelling bulge between his legs seemed so much larger than what he thought your body could take.

You could see the furrow of his brows lingering, so you leaned over him—one of your arms supporting your body next to his head and the other resting on his face—to stroke your thumb across his cheekbone. “Tell me what you want,” you cooed to him. Your eyes looked down at him with soft affection, your voice silken as you tried to calm his nerves.

“I want to make you feel good,” Choso pleaded. His eyes were wider than usual, more alert and insistent. His desire for you ran deep, swirling in the pools of his irises, but mixed with his desperation to satisfy you and his fears that he wouldn’t.

You shook your head at him with a gentle smile before you leaned forward to press your lips to his, trying to get him out of his head. Your lips lingered against his, your mouths moving slowly—almost languidly—calmer than when you first kissed him in his apartment. You pulled back once you felt his shoulders relax downward, some of the tension leaving his body.

“Don’t worry about me, Cho,” you said, your hand still resting tenderly on his cheek. “What do you want?” You emphasized to him with a sweet smile, kissing the curse mark that bloomed across the bridge of his nose.

“I… Want you to kiss me again,” Choso said softly, his features relaxing even more as he smiled up at you. His hands inched up your ribcage, tentatively stopping below the band of your bra.

“Yeah?” You said with a smile, teasingly nuzzling your nose against his as you ghosted your lips over his parted ones.

“Uh huh,” Choso nodded to you, his mouth following yours eagerly, desperate to catch your lips between his own. You caved with a giggle, leaning in to close the distance between you. Choso groaned softly as he poked his tongue out, the muscle readily sliding into your mouth to caress your bottom lip. You moaned back at the sensation, your fingers curling into his loose brown hair as you let your tongue meet his.

The kiss grew heated once again, Choso’s hands moving gently to cup your breasts over your bra, feeling the swell of your flesh under them. You could feel his bulge pressed against your thigh, and you rolled your hips over him teasingly, feeling his cock twitch beneath you. Choso groaned low in his throat, breaking the kiss as his hands traveled to the clasp of your bra.

“Can I take this off you?” He asked you breathlessly, searching your eyes for consent just like you did for him. You nodded to him with a soft smile, sitting up on his waist to help him undo the clasp. Choso’s fingertips found your shoulders, sliding the straps of your bra down until your breasts were freed, nipples perking up against the cool air.

“Fuck,” Choso’s voice came out in a throaty groan, his eyes flitting back and forth between both of your breasts. He swallowed hard and you laughed in response, fighting the urge to cover your chest from the way it felt like his eyes were burning holes through you.

“Well, don’t just stare, Cho,” you laughed to him, and he gave you a bashful smile in response, blinking a couple of times as if he were snapping himself out of a trance.

“Sorry, you’re just… Beautiful,” Choso sighed, letting his large palms push up your ribcage, tentatively cupping the bottom of your breasts.

“So, so beautiful,” he muttered to himself as his hands engulfed your soft skin, his thumbs instinctively finding the buds of your nipples. You sucked in a breath as he palmed at you tenderly, his lips parting in fascination as he watched your nipples harden under his touch, darkening and swelling. He groaned as he sat up, wanting to be closer to your skin, needing to feel you everywhere.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, hungrier than the last—sloppier, too. He traced his mouth down your jaw, your neck—wet and mostly tongue—his hands cradling and kneading your breasts with insatiable lust. You moaned as he made his way closer to the swell of your flesh, but his mouth stopped, his breath fanning out over your collarbone.

“Can I kiss you here?” His voice came out husky and desperate as if it took effort for him to hold himself back long enough to ask.

“Please,” you whined back to him, and Choso wasted no time bringing his lips to your breasts, latching his mouth around one of your nipples.

You let out a needy sound at the touch, grinding your hips into Choso’s lap to slide his tip back and forth against your clit. Choso groaned around your nipple, sucking harder before he pulled off of it with a pop just to move to the other. His hands stayed on the sides of your breasts, pushing them together and kneading the one he wasn’t sucking on.

Your fingers laced through his hair again while you rolled your hips into his cock, causing the wet patch on the front of his boxers to spread. Choso’s mouth devoured your skin, leaving you slick with his spit as he moaned into your chest, thrusting his hips back into yours.

“Want you so bad, baby, please,” he whined, his needy voice matching the twitching of his cock nestled against your cunt. Warmth flooded your core at his words, your fingers tightening their grip on his hair.

“I want you to,” you moaned back to him, tugging his head up gently by his hair to bring his lips to yours. You were both so pent-up, so desperate with want that you didn’t think you needed any more preparation for him, despite how big he was. You slid your hands down his chest, finding the elastic of his boxers and pulling them down his legs with his help. Choso followed suit quickly after, sliding you out of your panties and then letting you get situated over him again.

“Do you want to be on top, or would you like me to be?” You asked him, pausing to make sure he was comfortable.

“I want you on top,” Choso answered almost immediately with an excited smile. “I want to watch you like this,” he added, running his hands up and down your hips. You smiled at him, taking a minute to steep in the intimacy of the moment. There was so much trust between you, so much care. When he smiled back at you, warm and soft, something bloomed in your heart like the first cherry blossoms of spring.

You reached between your legs to take Choso’s length in your hand, stroking him slowly a few times before you lined him up with your entrance. You pressed a kiss to his lips, deep and lingering, before you pulled back.

 “Tell me if you need me to stop at any point, okay?” You asked him softly, looking into his eyes for any sign of hesitation or fear. But you were only greeted with warmth, his eyes gazing at you as if you were the sun itself.

“Okay,” Choso agreed, a somewhat boyish smile on his face.

You braced yourself on his shoulder with one hand as you held his length steady with the other and slowly started to let your hips drop into his. Choso’s tip breached your entrance, and you bit into your lip to hide your whimpers, not wanting to make him nervous by thinking that he was hurting you. You felt him open you up, stretching you out as your hips relaxed into him, his cock sinking into you inch by inch. Choso let out a groan, tipping his head back as he felt you slide down his length, engulfing him in your heat. The stretch of him stung, but it felt good, too; a dull ache soothed over by feeling so full of him.

“Tell me how it feels, baby,” you moaned, watching his face as he picked his head back up. He was propped upward on one arm, his other hand gripping tightly onto the plush of your hip like an anchor.

“Feels so… Small,” he said through gritted teeth. “So warm, so tight— F-feels really good.” Choso’s lips were parted open, his eyelids heavy with lust as he watched your point of connection, how your body enveloped every inch of him as you settled down to his hilt—bone to bone, skin to skin. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix, and you whimpered softly, your nails digging crescent moons into his broad shoulders.

Choso was in ecstasy. He could feel every inch of you as you pressed yourself against him, could feel the way you opened for him. He was acutely aware of the blood in your body, how it flowed and swelled in your cunt, pulsing around him, warming him. His head felt thick with need, a primal desire to consume you completely and to let you consume him.

You settled there for a moment, letting Choso feel you around him as you adjusted to his size before you moved; just a subtle rock of your hips—catching your clit on the bottom of his abdomen—before you eased back down. You both let out sighs of pleasure at the friction, and Choso’s hand slipped down your hip to grip the plush of your ass.

“Again, please,” he urged you, using his hand to rock you back into him, and you moaned into his mouth as you tangled your fingers through his hair, bringing him closer to you.

You obliged him, rolling your hips into his a little harder, lifting off of his cock a more so he could feel the way your walls dragged over him. He moaned into your mouth, needy and hungry as you repeated the motion.

Choso wasn’t a religious man. He had never understood why humans felt so compelled to worship higher beings. Until this moment. Until he felt you on top of him and suddenly realized that he had never felt more alive in his entire existence—had never felt so real, never felt so human. And you were a vision of beauty seat on top of him—lips slightly parted and lids heavy as you bounced your hips on his cock.

“Does it—does it feel good for you?” Choso asked you breathlessly, the tips of your noses brushing as you glided your hips over his.

“Feels really good for me, Choso,” you reassured him, bringing your mouth to his so you could swallow down his cries of pleasure.

You rode him gently, but not without need or want. You rolled your hips into his, took every moan and whine he gave you—with your lips melded to his and your fingers tangled in his hair—and gave back to him more. Choso’s fingers dug harshly into your skin to keep himself anchored as you enveloped him softly and sweetly, the way he deserved.

He was at a loss for words but not quiet about his pleasure. His eyelids fluttered as you rode him, whimpered breaths leaving his mouth and ghosting over your lips every time he felt your walls drag up and back down his cock. He moaned your name more than once, the hand he had on you always pressing you a little closer when he did, your nipples rubbing up against his chest as your lips meld to his.

Small utterances of praises left his mouth when your lips broke away for long enough, his eyes hazy and soft with lust when you pulled back far enough to see them. You pressed your lips to his jaw while your hips rolled to meet his so that you could hear the sounds he made in your ear. You could feel him getting closer, his voice getting needier, his fingertips clawing into your skin harder as his body started to tremble under you.

“Close, baby, I’m really close,” Choso whimpered against your ear, the arm he was propped up on faltering as his hips started jumping to meet yours, pushing his cock roughly into you as his movements became more desperate. You eased him down onto his back, your hands guiding his shoulders to the bed as he held your waist. Your body leaned over him, bare and beautiful in the evening light, as his deep purple eyes drank in your figure. His eyebrows were furrowed up in the pleasure, his hips twitching under you desperately.

“Don’t hold back, Cho. Want you to cum for me,” you urged him, sliding a hand between your legs to rub your clit while you dragged your hips up and down him—pulling all the way up so he could feel the way your walls hugged him when you sunk back down.

Choso’s hips rutted up into you compulsively now as he let out labored breaths and sobs of pleasure. You moved with him, encouraging him to take you as he wanted, as he needed. You leaned closer into his body once more, moaning back into his mouth as he came undone. Your name fell from his lips, heavy with the sounds of his breathing as he clung to your body.

“Cumming, cumming, please,” he sobbed to you, his fingers gripped so tight into your hips you knew he’d leave welts, but you were too far gone in your pleasure to care. Your hand worked faster circles into your heat, moaning with Choso as he came beneath you.

His hips stuttered, and his eyelids fluttered, his cock twitching inside of you as he climaxed. His moans were loud and heavy, his hips bucking to meet your hips with every spout of release that he gave you. You rode him through his high until you felt the burning pressure inside you reaching its peak.

You were about to vocalize your impending orgasm to him when you felt his hand snake to your throat, his thumb resting gently over your pulse point. Choso squeezed lightly, and you gasped at the unexpected pressure, your cunt fluttering around him. His half-lidded eyes watched your face as you moved above him, pleasuring yourself on his cock. He felt so connected to you, could feel how life flowed through your veins, weaving through your body until it pushed up through you, blossomed, and you came for him.

You climaxed with a whine, Choso’s hand on your throat making you feel dizzy with pleasure. Your cunt pulsed around him, the blood there heavy and full around the shape of him inside you, and Choso groaned along with you. Your hips rolled back against his—your mouth parted open in wordless ecstasy—and Choso whined from the over-stimulation, watching you with wonder until you settled gently on top of him. Your cheek rested against his chest, feeling his heartbeat under your ear while his fingers loosened around your neck and slid up to cradle your cheek.

You angled your head up to see him, bringing your own hand to his cheek so his eyes met yours. His breathing was settling down again, but his face was still flushed pink, soft and rosy. He was quiet, but his eyes were bright, with a lazy grin spread across his face that made you giggle in return.

“How did you know to do that?” You were still bewildered that he would think to choke you during his first time with you. Choso just shrugged in response, the smile on his face growing a little wider.

“It just felt right, I guess. I could feel your blood the whole time; I could feel it moving through you when you were getting closer. It felt comforting, to hold your pulse under my fingers.” His voice was gentle, his thumb brushing lightly back and forth over your cheekbone. You smiled at him.

“It felt really good for me, too,” you admitted with a smile, your fingers scratching soothingly into his scalp. “How was it for you?” You asked him tenderly. He was still inside of you, softening but reveling in the warmth of your body, in the feeling of being intertwined with you.

“I don’t think I’ve felt alive before today,” he replied softly. His eyes watched yours with adoration, all of your unspoken emotions laid out for each other without the need for words, bare like your bodies. You could feel warmth in your chest spreading, rising into your throat as your cheeks flushed, the words bubbling up to your tongue. But Choso beat you to it.

“I think I love you.” The words left his lips as if it were a simple fact, but you could see the emotion behind them painted into the purple of his eyes, warm like a sunset. A smile bloomed over your face, which Choso mirrored to you without hesitation.

“I think I love you, too,” you told him softly. You slid up his body to capture his lips with yours, feeling him smile into it. His knuckles trailed the length of your spine while your fingers tangled into the soft brown strands of his hair. Outside, two cherry blossom petals floated by, settling on the windowsill before they danced off into the breeze.

AN: thank you all for reading, and an extra thank you if you were one of the sweet souls who liked/reblogged/commented/followed along for the entire series — I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH 🫶 that being said, this is the last part of this series! I tried to get a little more poetic with this chapter so I hope it was well-received 😅 only time will tell. as always, any comments/interactions are greatly appreciated, so please do not feel shy to say hi <3

[notchainedtotrauma]

Joe Biden, as a senator, was notoriously against bussing, that is, the end of segregation throughout schools and was fighting it against with all his might. He was also an admirer and mentee of Strom Thurmond, who was basically the embodiment of Southern racism in all its cruelty and a notorious segregationist.

Interestingly enough, he once voted (this shouldn't be surprising, for at least one reason) to overturn Roe vs Wade: https://nypost.com/2022/05/04/biden-once-voted-to-overturn-roe-v-wade/

He is also infamous for the humiliation and harassment of Anita Hill...during the Clarence Thomas hearings. Anita Hill had suffered sexual harassement and unwanted touch at the end of Clarence Thomas. They spoke in 2019. Well, here is the source below.

I did all of this because sadly, even now, even as humans on this very website, are fighting for their lives and that of their loved ones and have to put it into the hands of strangers and look anxiously and refresh the page every hour, people will talk about single-issue voters and Project 2025 and Biden being better than Trump and Trump being worse for Palestine. That man was out for the blood of Palestinians as a fucking senator, was contributing happily to the fight against abortion and helped Clarence Thomas being nominated by ridiculing and minimizing his victim. Let me repeat the last phrase: the circus of cruelty and misogynoir he threw at Anita Hill was very probably what got Clarence Thomas in. Robinette is partially responsible for Clarence Thomas. The same Clarence Thomas that is being flown around to "exotic" islands and having his bank account fattened like a bad bitch.

And before you throw that at me, yes, Anita Hill did vote for Robinette.

But if you're going to try to convince people to vote for this man, saying he's not Trump, especially with that man's past, and no actual guarantee other than HIS WORDS, that he's actually changed (and no, the public optics of being Obama's best friend or having Kamala as a vice president don't say anything) is not going to cut it anymore. Especially when that man says in a State of the Union that abortion makes him uneasy. Also, maybe instead how telling us to vote repeatedly, you should be following the states that are putting him on the ballot on not.

And as to Palestine...if you have anything that resembles electoral politics just hush. Just hush.

[ladylaviniya]

The Negatives of Shooting People

Chapter 1 ll Masterlist || Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: Among the rain and misery at the bus stop you meet a stranger named August Walker, and he is 'awfully' concerned...

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Explicit, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Smut, P in V intercourse, No Contraception, Manipulation, Older Man/Younger Woman, Implied Suicide, Suicidal Ideation, Drugging, Loss of Virginity.

Pairing: Kingpin!August Walker X F!reader (No Description)

Word Count: 10.4k

Author Notes: This story has been published in the past on Tumblr on my old account @milknhonies-old-account since I have created a newer account and I am currently editing the entire story because it doesn't suit my vision as the author. If you'd like to be included in or removed from the Taglist, please comment below

Inspiring Song: ‘Daddy Issues.’ – The Neighbourhood

A rush of air sucked out from your lungs as your hands and knees collided with the gravel pavement. Your stupid kitten heel snapped and your handbag had flown a couple metres in front of you.

Your heart thudded against your ribs as you poorly attempted to catch your anxious breath.

“Dumb. Very stupid. I perceived you to be smarter than this…” his voice dripped into your burning hot ears.

He was behind you, you knew that…with his hands in his suit pockets. His expensive leather shoes crunched on the rocky path the closer he neared you.

You hissed when the chilly night air whistled against your cut up palms. Blood rose up from your skin, shining in the light of the city lamp.

You flinched as his two fingers traced along your spine and pressed harshly down on the back of your neck.

‘Please no!’

With watery eyes, you watched him walk pass and collect your handbag. His lithe fingers dove inside and pulled out the phone. His lips pursed as he let it fall from his hand before crushing it under his foot.

The salty tears raced down your cheeks, gliding into your trembling mouth.

If only you could’ve screamed for help. If only there was someone in the alley way to see what had unfolded.

A hiccup escaped you and he softly cooed, “It’s alright now, I think it’s about time you received an education, my darling.”

You shook your head and felt the rise of bile in your throat.

“Please,” you begged with a raspy voice, “I won’t tell anyone. Let me go. I swear I won’t go to the police, just let me go!”

He tutted his tongue and wagged his finger. He crouched down, his soft hand combed into your sweat-soaked hair and tugged your head up. Your eyes met his icy gaze.

Hopelessness filled you. Begging had fallen on deaf ears.

“That’s right, you won’t tell anyone…but I’m not finished with you yet.”

As a gasp lifted from your lips he chuckled, “You’re precious if you think I’m letting you go after seeing that.”

His cold palm grabbed the sides of your throat and began to choke you. As the oxygen restricted, your little hands clawed desperately at his callous hand. Your feet flailed against the gravel. Tears raced down your face. It was impossible to scream out without any air to cry with. With every passing second, a dizzy blanket was clouding your mind and filling your eyes with black spots. His glare made your knees buckle. Exhaustion from fighting was taking over, your nails left his hands, your eyes were finding it difficult to stay open. Eventually your lashes shut, and you let your mind drown in the airless space of time....

2 Weeks Prior.…

05:12pm Monday 5th August 2024, Fortitude Valley, Brisbane, Australia.

“Y/N you haven’t met your requirements…again…” Your job seeking agent sighed with heavy disappointment, “This is your second demerit…if you can’t meet the quota next fortnight your Centrelink government payments are going to be entirely cut off, do I make myself clear?”

Your fingers pinch at each other, the skin falling away and your nails short as can be. Nodding your head, you bashfully hummed, “I just thought, my circumstances might’ve been enough reason for me not to find a job at this current moment?”

The woman looked at you sharply through her thick rimmed glasses and huffed, “Ah yes that’s right…your friend died, right?” her nose lifted in a light sneer. Her chipped nails clacked at the keyboard, in the reasons for inadequate job search results.

“Family member…actually,” you said, sucking in a deep amount of air to push down the tears forming behind your eyes…just thinking about him made you want to sob your heart out…

“Unless you can supply their death certificate to me, it’s not a good enough excuse.”

You inhaled sharply and nodded in defeat, “…how many jobs do I have to seek out again?”

Her lips twisted, she must’ve thought you were some idiot or bludger of the system. You wanted a job. You just had a tough time finding one. No one wanted to hire the girl that had fuck all experience in anything…no one wanted to hire you even though you had references all proving you were a hard and honest worker. You didn’t have the same networking and nepotism as the kids you went to high school with. They were all in university or in their family businesses. Some even had kids of their own now....

You were nineteen...still so unsuccessful.

You resented those fuckers…and hated yourself more for it. You were a classic for self-loathing and as much as you loved to preach about your confidence, it was all in vain because you knew deep down that you weren’t as smart, you weren’t as pretty and you would never ever be as rich as those around you. You knew you had to work three times as hard to make it through the world…but when…he died…that flew out the window… you were tired. You didn’t want to have to live in such a lonely world. You just want to sleep and sleep until there was nothing of you left.

Depression, one of the many stages of grief.

“To meet your government requirements, you need to hand out at least twenty-five resumes….by the end of the fortnight.”

You swallowed hard and shoved your hands into your jumper pockets.

“I’ll try my best,” you offered with a sickly smile. You rose out of the foam chair, slinging your bag over your shoulder and shuffled to exit her office.

Her brows lifted as she glared you down, “Don’t try Y/N, just do it.”

05:30pm Monday 5th August 2024, Fortitude Valley, Brisbane.

You were rushing to the bus stop shelter.

You wanted to cry. You were overstimulated and stressed. You could barely afford rent. The cost of living was in crisis, and you were finding it nearly impossible to find the courage to put forward your shitty resume.

You were frustrated. You didn’t understand the employment advocates role, they were meant to help you right? Help you write and hand in a decent resume to find a job; not make you feel like a failure.

Tears crawled up behind your eyes as you felt rain from the dark looming clouds fall. Starting to sprint there was a hope the rain wouldn’t drench; however, you still weren’t fast enough. The feeling of cold icy breeze mixed with your self-disappointment had you letting those pearly tears loose. You stumbled under the bus seat shelter and landed yourself onto the freezing metal bench.

You sobbed into your hands and asked yourself, “Why?”

‘Why did you leave your umbrella at home you stupid thing?! Why did the funeral have to cost so much? Why did rent have to cost so much? Why did the water bill have to be so fucking high? Why didn’t you talk to him sooner? Why was the milk that was clearly off not been thrown out? Why didn’t you see the signs? It was all your fault, right? Of course it was! You had to knit pick everything he did, you had to criticise and argue with him over things that truly didn’t matter...why, why, why?!’

‘Because you are a terrible person. An unlovable creature. No one gives a shit about you. Why would they love someone as ugly as you who resented everything in her life and didn’t take a chance to be grateful for anything. You were a mistake, and you shouldn’t be alive…you should run away…you should starve yourself or eat until you explode…you deserve nothing but punishment…you are evil…’

“Bad day, love?”

You jumped at the sound of a stranger’s voice. Peaking up from your warm snot covered fingers, you met man folding close his umbrella.

You frowned and wiped your mucus on your knees and embarrassingly whispered, “I’m alright.”

“Pardon?” He asked and sat down beside you. Your puffy eyes started to clear up and you noticed he was in fact holding a piece of fabric…a handkerchief to you.

He was handsome in a gentlemanly way, and he was ridiculously tall even while sitting beside you. His accent was pronounced and mannerly. British. You figured he was a tad bit older than you, be roughly at least ten years. Boys your age still had acne and didn’t dress in fine three-piece business suits.

He had a fuzzy moustache and a relaxing closed smile.

Your fingers tremble as you take the offering.

“Thankyou,” you said wiping your hands and blowing the last of the green sickly gloop from your noise. You felt embarrassed he could hear the grotesque noise come from your blocked nostrils.

With narrowed eyes you tried to hand back the disgusting handkerchiefs. He shook his head and winked, as if to gesture you keep it, which was fair…

“So…what’s his name?” He laughed lightly.

“Huh?” You weakly sniffled.

“Or her…I definitely don’t judge!” He held up his hands. When you looked at him dumbly, he leant his head down and whispered, “The moron that’s dumped you?”

A surprised giggle poured from your throat, “Oh, no, no one’s dumped me.”

“Ohhh, so you’re miss heartbreaker?” he drawled as he winked and nodded charmingly.

You quickly shook your head, “God no, never been in a relationship before.”

He tapped the side of his lip in thought remarked in dramatically put on surprise, “Then what’s a stunning girl like you sobbing for?”

You froze and shook your head. The lawyer said to keep it to yourself…you weren’t sure if you should’ve just lied to him. But it was his eyes, those sweet smiling lips that broke you down. You sucked your bottom lip and just let loose…

“My um…ugh... dad…he um…he….” You started to break into more tears as you felt forced to acknowledge what occurred, “d-died, he died, and I miss him.”

Your shoulders shook like leaves. The frigid air on your wet body was torturous.

His demeanour softened further, “I’m sorry to hear that.”

He offered you a hand and held yours with a tight squeeze as you just lost it in your weeping. Your nose started to clog up.

Dear God, how many times had you already heard someone say that? ‘I’m sorry for your loss.’ ‘It’ll get easier with time.’

Everyone you knew who knew about it would say it as if they knew the bastard…squeezing your eyes shut when you opened them you felt them roll and you noticed how he stared at you.

“Sorry,” you croaked. You wiped your face with the handkerchief again before you stuffed it back into your pocket.

He didn’t seem uncomfortable, his smile was soft, his eyes kind.

“You’re allowed to cry…” he suddenly said amongst the loud silence in the rain. He scooted closer to you and carefully placed his hand over your wrist. He tilted his head and murmured, “Did you know that?”

‘I know that, I just don’t deserve to. Not after what I did.’

You swallowed hard and looked away from him as you felt more tears come. You should’ve been disgusted by the way he was so informally getting to you, how his hot hand wrapped around your wrist and the other pinched your jaw, guiding your face back to look at him.

“I-” you choked and twisted your face as you started to wheeze, “I hate him so much…but I miss him and love him at the same time…I just want him back…why can’t I have him back, oh god.”

His eyes kept straight on you.

The bus was starting to pull up. When you noticed, you started to fumble to try and find your bus go-card pass. He let you go and watched you anxiously dive into your bag.

‘God where is it?!’

“Hey, hey! It’s okay.” He touched your shoulder, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll buy you an uber, how’s that sound?”

You uncontrollably blurted, “Sounds like you’re pitying me.”

You glanced back at him to the bus and tried to stand up. His fingers curled around your jumper and tugged you back a little.

You flinched when you expected anger. A slap. A yell. Anything but his jolly laughter.

“And you think you don’t deserve it? You’ve lost someone you care about. You’ll never see him again. And the least I can do is get a smile back on a pretty girls’ face.”

You smiled and wiped your face as he shooed away the bus driver who was waiting. The bus driver rolled his eyes and threw up his hands before pulling away. The bus took off leaving you both to bare the strength of the rain and wind beneath the shelter.

“Besides…you can’t tell me the bus would’ve gotten you home faster, eh? Assuming you’re going home?”

You nodded and shivered, “Now the uber is gonna be pissed off, I’m dripping wet.”

He smirked, “Believe me. If he’s pissed off, I’ll just have to kill him.”

Now that…that was weird. Perhaps he was trying to exaggerate his gentlemanly nature to you, you wondered. Maybe, because he said it so casually, so it must’ve been a joke.

He took out his phone…sleek…the newest on the tech shelves for sure.

“So, um…where’s your address? Or do you wanna punch it in yourself?”

You told him outright where you lived. He smiled and typed away. He didn’t look like he posed a threat to knowing that information.

He just was a kind soul that gave you a bit of comfort through the day. You weren’t total sure where you sat with spirituality and faith, but you liked to imagine maybe your dad had sent this stranger.

‘Maybe he's an angel in disguise?’ you mused to yourself.

He put his phone back in his pocket.

“Actually, now that I realise, forgive me but I never got your name…I’m Walker, August Walker.”

You couldn’t help it…it was so unexpected, you burst into giggles and replied in a deep manly voice resembling James Bonds classic line, “I’m Y/L/N, Y/N Y/L/N, a pleasure to meet you.” And you stuck out your hand to him. He shook it tightly enough to make you wince and whine a little “Ow.”

His smile widened, “You have a fantastic laugh Miss Y/L/N. So other than dealing with your current grief, what else have you been doing today? You look like you were in an interview?”

You shook your head, “Oh no, it’s a little embarrassing but…I was just at the employment agency group over there.”

He followed your line of sight and nodded thoughtfully, no shame or disgust in his face, “Seeking a job then, are we?”

You smiled, “Yea, but no one’s hiring…”

‘Because I never put in a single resume…not anymore...what’s the point? Not when I won’t be around soon with how my thoughts are headed...’

He looked out into the stormy street with thought written on his face. His lips pursed and his brows descended. Without looking a back at you he then asked, “What type of work are you looking to go into?”

You shrugged, “Anything I guess…I have a talent for social media and a bit of amateur photography. I don’t mind the thought of working in a warehouse and stacking shelves neatly either. If I had the money, I think I’d study journalism.”

Sitting up straighter he rubbed his fingers over his moustache in thought, “Ever thought about not working at all?”

You snickered, but he didn’t find it funny.

“You’re joking right?” You lifted your brows, “Listen, if I didn’t have to work life would be a lot easier. But I’m living off the government right now. If I don’t find a job soon, they’ll cut me off.”

He looked down at you and softly asked, “But honestly…if you didn’t have to work, didn’t have to worry about rent or your next meal…would you be satisfied with not having to work a job? Some people use a job to escape their life, others use it to put food on the table and a roof over their heads. Some love and others hate their jobs. I’m just trying to figure out where you would sit in the equation.”

You liked him. For the first time in weeks, you felt unjudged, you felt comfortable, you felt safe and like life would be okay…you felt heard.

You jokingly replied, “Listen man, if I found myself being some sugar baby overnight, I’d happily take it. No work. There’s nothing better than I can think of…I know it’s shallow to wish that, makes me sound like a gold digger honestly. I just would prefer to live in stability.”

He nodded and chuckled, “I agree!” There was something warm and refreshing being here with him…you felt tingly...down there. A small blush grew in your face.

You saw a fancy black car roll up beside the bus stop hut. It was definitely not your average uber. It was an elite vehicle; it was a tesla. You tilted your head when you saw your new friend rise from the bench and open the umbrella.

“Well come on now, don’t dawdle,” he playfully scolded.

Practically leaping from the bench, you scurried under the umbrella with him. He placed his hand dangerously low on your back guiding you to the back seat of the car. It was fancy enough that the windows were to tinted black outside and the handles were flat on the door…and pushed out so you could open it. Very futuristic, you noted. You wondered just how much it cost to higher an uber of this type and class.

“Hope you don’t mind if I join you for the ride? I’m headed home myself as well,” he said as you slid inside. The warm heated seat greeted your cold wet bum happily. The driver you barely got a look at except that he appeared very professional with his driving gloves, and a driving cap.

You didn’t mind that August was going to join you. It was something you found yourself enjoying…besides you didn’t like the silence of an uber alone.

“Thankyou, honestly,” you suddenly said, “I was having a really shitty day, and you just seem to be my knight in shining armour. Thankyou for your kindness August.”

He leaned forward and turned up the heater and pointed the fans in your direction. A subtle sign, he cared…he was trying to warm you up.

He smirked, “It’s the least I can do. You’re too sweet to leave alone on the street. Anyone could’ve plucked you up and do God knows what.”

You accepted his compliment the best you could. Something buzzed inside of you. You wanted to ask for his number, but reconsidered.

You shouldn’t be feeling that…arousal…‘you’re not thinking straight, your dad just died, you’re clearly just clingy cause you’re broken…now you’ve become someone else’s burden for the day… god you’re a terrible fucking person.’

The car drove on and hit a set of lights.

“Y/N?” You liked hearing your name come out of his mouth, it sounded…sexy. His blue eyes glanced back at you.

“Y-yea?” your throat tightened.

He smiled at the stutter, “Would you mind joining me for dinner tonight? I know it’s quite forward but, I want to keep an eye on you. And listen, I can help you find a job, I do have a lot of connections.”

Your throat constricted. These types of invitations had other motivations attached to them. You weren’t very experienced in that department.

‘Say yes, c’mon girl.’

“I’m sorry but I don’t believe I’m in the right head space for dating right now.”

‘For fuck sake do you want to die alone huh? Maybe you should follow your dads’ footsteps you cold shrew.’

You anxiously recounted, “um, ugh, um. Listen, want to um, come back to my place? I have frozen lasagna and I um…I…no wait…I really don’t want to go back home.”

You couldn’t believe you rejected him so quickly. You were scared he was going to shut you out or kick you out of the car. Your heart wouldn’t stop racing. You wanted to say yes so badly it hurt. Why did your eyes sting? You didn’t see how badly you were breaking down. You were flustered beyond belief. Tears sprinkling out of fear and your mouth wouldn’t stop blubbering until his large hot hands covered your mouth and the back of your head.

Your eyes widened. The driver was watching from the mirror. The hand wasn’t harshly pressed, it was very gentle, you were just unmotivated to move away. His hand on your mouth smelt incredible and his skin on your lips tasted like a sweet salt.

You whimpered and kept crying.

“I need you to breathe through your nose,” he stated sternly… his voice was deeper, more in control, “Deep breath darling.”

You blinked back your tears and nodded, trying to calm yourself down and you took a deep breath into your lungs and coughed into his hand, you tried again and managed to succeed. You grounded yourself for him.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, “Now. I’ll ask again in a different way. Would you like me to take you to dinner tonight? Or would you like to go home? I’m being honest, I don’t think you should be alone tonight with the state you’re in.”

‘Good girl…’ your chest ached. You’d give anything to hear him say it again.

You felt small…without thinking you lifted your feet onto the seat and hugged them to your chest. You buried your nose into your knees and started to sulk. You didn’t know. You didn’t want to say the wrong answer.

“Jude, pull over,” You heard him say and felt the car pull out to the side of the road.

‘Jude…it’s impressive August cares enough to learn the uber drivers name, and that the uber driver obeys his request.’

The rain was getting heavier on the roof of the car. It was calming. You however were shaking. Your mind was racing a mile a minute.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

He undid his seatbelt and rubbed your back, “What for?”

A stuttering ensued from you, “I- I don’t even know you- and-and you’re super nice and- you- I just- I’m sorry for wasting your time and letting you spend the money on the uber. I can’t even pay you back, I’m so sorry. I can leave. I-”

Jude glanced over his shoulder at August who held up a hand to stay silent, the driver turned back and smirked at you in the rearview mirror

“Y/N,” August softly said, “I don’t care about spending money, I didn’t waste it. You’ve clearly been through a lot recently. And it doesn’t sound like you have many friends that are supporting you if you’re behaving like this….”

Finally, he pressed his lips to your ear and whispered, “Do you need help deciding what you want to do?”

You nodded pitifully and tried to compose yourself. His breath was so hot on your face and yet when he pulled back the rush of cold air attacked that spot.

“In that case… Miss Y/L/N, you’re coming to my place tonight, I have a large spare bedroom and bathroom. I have a nice television with all the streaming services. I also have a pool. And you and I are going to do whatever you like. We can order in food. We can talk until the sun comes up or watch as many movies as you like. Tonight, I’m going to be like your best friend. Tonight is about you.”

It stunned you by how causally he tapped your nose.

Your bottom lip trembled.

He smiled softly as reminded, “You’re allowed to cry, would you like a hug?” he opened his arms and moved his leg up onto the seat behind you, laying himself back a little on the door.

The driver did not protest to his passengers’ lack of seatbelt. He switched off the seatbelt alarm.

“Oh god, please, yes,” you hiccupped as you crawled into his arms. You laid your head onto his chest and felt him rub his hand up your spine and down again over and over. His chin sat on your head. He was huge and he made you feel safe….

As you felt the car move away back onto the street you shut your eyes…he was so warm and covered you like a blanket, you felt ridiculously safe…

06:10pm Monday 5th August 2024, Robertson, Brisbane.

You didn’t notice you drifted off until you heard the car door shut from the driver.

Your eyes fluttered open before you weakly rubbed the crust that had built on your eyelashes. You groaned and released soft displeased noises.

“Did you have a nice nap?”

In fact, you did. It was the best sleep for the first time in weeks. It had been too long where you had lost rest over the horrible memories and nightmares.

It had stopped raining, but the smell was still thick in the air. The sky was dark, night had set in.

‘How long was I asleep?’

The car was parked inside a round driveway. A large house…a fucking palace…a mansion you’d see the cartel owning in a movie was in your eyesight as you say up. It was pre-modernist, cream and white stone and marble. The lawns were green, and the courtyard was massive, surrounded by hedges, a true botanical garden and a tall black fence gate.

“Where are we?”

The car door opened, and August sat you up so he could slide out and offer his hand to you, “My place.”

You blurted, “Woah.” And heard him chuckle.

“I imagined an apartment inner city or a townhouse north side but not this…”

He said he didn’t live that far from you, but this felt like the middle of nowhere...in a neighbourhood on the Northside...but the area...the building aged style. It must’ve been the southside. You decided this had to be near Sunnybank.

You smiled at the smell of wet soil in the air. It filled your lungs as you stepped out of the car.

Your head hurt…you cupped your eyes as the lamp lights hit them. You hissed. A headache was coming on, “Do you have any ibuprofen or paracetamol I can use? I’ve got a headache is all.”

“Of course,” he said gently.

August took one of your hands and guided you across the white gravel driveway to his front French door that was twice as tall as him. The foyer had your jaw dropping.

To the left was a grand staircase. To the right were two more large doors. And in the centre was a decorative lounge set. The ceiling had a round banister and on the top ceiling was a crystal chandelier.

He took you to the left immediately and entered an enormous kitchen.

The house you noted would’ve had to been influence by ancient Grecians aesthetics with the pillars that held up the second floor.

It was gorgeous. The benches were white marble with gold inlay and the grout on the back splash inlayed with the same materials. He wandered over to the top of a big black matte fridge. There was a cupboard above it. He pulled down a basket filled with little boxes of necessities like Band-Aids and alcohol wipes. August handed you a box of Panadol and fetched a glass of water as you awed at his kitchen space. A big island with two sinks really impressed you.

“This is massive!” You praised before downing two of the white tablets.

This was a billion times nicer than the flat apartment you were living in.

He took the glass back from you and placed it in the sink. He waved his hand, “C’mon I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping tonight!”

You toddled behind him aweing at the rest of the rooms you passed. He took you up the stairs to the second floor where you both passed the banister that looked down to the bottom floor.

He gently touched your back and guided you across the living room on the second floor. There was a more modernised setting. There was carpeted floors and a coffee table with a L-shaped white lounge. It was so pristine and clean. The television on the wall you swore was as big as a wall in your apartment. You floated to the glass French doors that held. Balcony and sitting area.

He came to a halt at a light wooden door and cracked it open. The room was amazing! The bed was a queen, and the bed was covered in a fresh made set of cream coloured covers. You liked the design and art. It had a European Victorian era feel, like you were walking into a royal bedroom…but in Australia.

‘Interesting design choices.’

You laid your tote bag on the duvet and sat on the edge. To your left was a bathroom and to your right was a big window that opened the view of the back yard. At the foot of the bed there was a spacious closet to hang coats and dresses. You couldn’t stop smiling until it really hit you….men are never nice….not for free.

“Um August?”

“Yes love?” he said as he opened the curtains wider and jiggled a lock to open the window. Cool air flowed into the room. The sound of frogs and cicadas filled your ears.

“…Are you um…expecting….” You breathed out a tight bundle of air and fluttered your eyes shut, your fingers started to fidget, “Um do you….are you wanting…ugh.”

He patiently stared at you from the window with his soft smile.

“Do you expect to have sex with me? Is that what this is? You ugh, pamper me? Play nice? And then guilt me into sex? I just don’t roll that wa-”

His hand held up to stop you from continuing. He laughed and shook his head.

“Y/N no, of course not, I don’t expect a thing from you tonight…I just hope to help you. You need help. And I think tonight.” He crouched down to your feet and held your hands, “…I can help you.”

You unleash the breath you were holding and grinned. It was too good to be true…maybe he was gay?

He stood back up, “You can leave your bag in here if you like, let me show you the rest of my- um actually.”

August rubbed the back of his neck and bit his lip with a quick thought, “Did you want to change into something else? I can throw your wet clothes into a dryer. I don’t want you getting sick.”

You looked down at yourself and felt guilty for dripping down onto his nice carpet.

“It’s okay! I need to change too! You kinda got me all soaked when we cuddled in the car,” he tapped your shoulder.

You nodded slowly, “but what…would I wear? Do you have anything that would fit me? I mean no offence you’re just a really tall guy…”

The hairs on the back of your neck rose. Was this some ploy to get you nude? He just told you he didn’t want sex...

“Oh yes, just moment!” He said and he left the room. About five minutes of ringing his carpet in your wet state he returned. In one hand was a large white T-shirt and towel and in the other he was pinching light blue men’s boxers.

“I don’t have…ladies’ underwear on hand. The bottoms are new so it’s okay if you wear them. They’ll be covered by the shirt. Oh, and a towel.”

You nodded and skipped off to the shower that was beside the toilet in the next room.

You locked the bathroom door behind you and stood under a spray of total heavenly warmth unaware of the actions of a sick man just in the room beside you…

When you finished. You slid into his clothes easily. The clean scent of fresh linen invaded your nose.

You abandoned your clothes on the tiled floor along with your shoes you felt guilty for not taking off the moment you stood inside his beautiful home.

Coming out you tiptoed to the window and looked out at the view of the patio and what you suspected was a pool house or a car garage.

You felt your hands having to go to your hips and waist and pull up his boxers. Even for your size they were too big…how huge was he below the belt you suddenly wondered.

A soft knock on the door spun your head around. August was in the doorway. No longer in a suit but rather a pair of cotton shorts and a button up shirt which he left unbuttoned.

He lifted his brows at your hands clenching your hips.

“The bottoms keep falling down…sorry!” You tried to laugh it off.

He smiled and took your dirty clothes from off the bathroom floor. “Let me chuck these in the dryer and I’ll show you more around yea?” he skirted out the room after your confident grin.

You stood out in the living room area waiting for him to return. You heard him close and turn on his dryer, before seeing him steer around the corner, “Please, come right this way.”

Going downstairs and rounding the rooms you were exposed to an office, another bathroom, another, living room and a games room with walls lined with bookshelves and a billiard table in the centre.

You both stepped out onto the patio. There was chairs and tables and a cooking area and bar.

He held out his arm, gesturing you to walk down some stone steps. As you walked, beautiful warm lights glowed awake in the gardens. He held out his hand and flexed his fingers....he wanted to hold your hand.

And you wanted to be held again badly. You put your hand into his and walked beside him on the concrete path. You passed a beautiful fountain with angels pouring the water from vases.

“What do you do- work wise- to afford all of this or is it generational wealth or-” You recounted, “I swear I’m not trying to be rude. I just…you must be a millionaire...or even a billionaire...”

August smiled proudly and chuckled, “Please, I’m very grateful and happy to have all that I own. I’m just a very hard worker. I know how to talk to people. I started out as an actuary, but nowadays I’m crushing the market with my investment properties and stock exchanges.”

Your eyes widened, “You have more than one house!?”

A sting of annoyance hit you. Of course, he owned investment properties. That’s how all these rich scumbags survived off the working class during this cost-of-living crisis.

‘He’s definitely a billionaire in this economy. Ain’t no way he can afford a property like this and more as a standalone millionaire.’

He laughed and nodded and winked, “Yes, I do, but I make more money off my clubs. I run a few elite groups. Night clubs, boat clubs, a golf club and more unique clubs, a lot of them are overseas...Oh and a the little Asian restaurant in Sunnybank.”

‘Dad used to deliver there...’ you tried not to dwell on his memory. Quickly you wanted to change the subject in your own mind.

You lightly giggled, “Oh is that why…you ugh…said you could get me a job? Mr boss man?”

He bit his lip and shrugged, “Yes and no.”

He didn’t elaborate. You were waiting for him to offer a bartending or cleaning career. Instead, he showed you the pool inside his giant pool house across from a lengthy tennis court.

The pool was long and rectangular with inner pool lights that reflected the blue water. It had a heating system and off the side there was a spa jacuzzi.

He held open the glass door. You tiptoed ahead of him and slipped to the ground to stick only your feet into the small bubbly pool.

He joined you and turned the machine on. He pressed another button and the roof seemed to move away. You jaw dropped again, and a small laugh escaped you. The stars were starting to appear against the black night sky. You’d never seen something so advance and magical in technology.

The warm lights of the pool yard flickered on. Steam rose from the bubbling spa and your nose wrinkled as you smiled back at him.

“So….how do you suggest I become a billionaire, take a course in stock market patterns?” You joked which started a bark of laughter in him.

“I just don’t think you’re cut out for it. That stress.”

It might’ve offended you, his cutting brush off. ‘Why can’t men just be honest and say they don’t want women in power?’ however after the death of your father, it was easier for you to just agree and kick your feet in the water lazily. Your stomach growled lightly.

“Guess that’s the dinner bell?” August joked as you sheepishly smiled and embarrassingly turned your face away from him, “Chinese? Italian? Sushi? Pizza, name it and we’ll get some delivered.”

You chose Chinese. Honey chicken was your favourite. He was a sweet and sour pork kind of guy.

You both ate it out back at the house upstairs in the living room. He was finding it difficult to use the chopsticks until he gave up and chose to use the disposable fork.

“Here,” he said stabbing his food and drifting it to your mouth, “What do you think?”

You never felt so comfortable as this with someone since your dad passed. Not even your high school friends were so…casual and inviting?

You smiled and opened you mouth to accept his fork.

You gagged and shook your head, “Now that’s awful! I’d be getting a refund for that, I’m lucky my chicken doesn’t taste like that.”

You burst into giggles as he opened his mouth gesturing that you feed him some of your dish now. You shook your head with a smile and complied.

Why did this feel…romantic…he really was a good guy right?

He winced and gasped after swallowing, “Too sweet.”

After throwing the plastic containers away you and he flopped on the white couch.

“So, what’s your movie request?”

You lazily shrugged and leaned against his arm as he flicked through the thousands of on demand movies.

It’s when you felt it though….something clawing at the back of your mind and gut…You didn’t want to watch a movie at all…

“Hey, can…can you show me how to play poole on your table in the games room?”

His eyes brightened, “Sure! C’mon then.”

‘God, he’s gorgeous…’

07:06pm Monday 5th August 2024, Robertson, Brisbane.

The games room was still as impressive the first time you stood inside. He rounded the opposite side and started laying out the balls.

“Have you ever played before?”

“Yea, but I’ve kinda forgotten the rules?”

He smiled, not annoyed by your lack of knowledge. He looked eager.

“Well, I’ll reach you the easiest game I know, Eight Ball,” he assured as he passed you a cue stick.

He rubbed the chalk on the tip and set the game up.

August guided you gentle by the elbow and lifted the triangle cage frame from the balls clenched together.

“To start the game, we hit the white ball to hit the other balls. There two teams. Solids verses stripes.” He pointed to the two different balls, “which team would you like to be?”

You bit your bottom lip gently, “Hmmmm stripes!”

He smiled, “Then I’m solids.”

He then explained that you had to get all your team balls into the holes by hitting the white ball into them, but you weren’t allowed to let the white ball fall in too or else you missed a go the next turn.

You watched him lean down and start the game. Leaning yourself down you hit your balls in with a streak of luck, beating him.

“Used to play huh? I reckon you were pulling my leg, now Miss Y/L/N…you are whipping me!”

You couldn’t help the giggles flying from your mouth.

Eventually it became head-to-head as your luck ran dry…. Now it was do or die. You and he both only had a single ball left.

You leant down and stuck out your tongue as you aimed your cue… you couldn’t get the right angle though. It was tricky. You were risking hitting his ball instead and that would lose you a go next turn.

As a pair of hot lips touched your ear you jumped, “Need some help?” He purred.

Nervously glancing you licked your lips and nodded. He got behind you. Fuck, he was huge…you felt so warm in the pit of your belly.

His arms bared you to the table practically. His large hands readjusted your hold on the cue and sneakily slid down between your thighs to part them.

“Widen your stance, get really close.”

But his fingers lingered along your inner thighs… your felt sweat bead on your forehead confident he could feel the warmth radiating from your pussy. The boxer shorts you borrowed were also slipping down. You felt the cold air tickle your butt crack.

You aimed the cue and hit the ball….but it missed…

He laughed as you cheekily claimed, “You cheated! You made me miss! Sabotage!”

“Well how about we make it fair then? Let’s make a bet,” he chuckled, he chalked his que tip was he spoke, “If you win, you can have whatever you want out of me, a car, a house, a job, whatever, but if I win?...I get to kiss you.”

Your massive grin fell, and you stood away from the green covered table. Your heart dropped…maybe he wasn’t a gentleman….

“You said I didn’t have to have sex with you.”

His eyes were wide, while his voice was softer with his hand lifted, “And you don’t! I just think it would be nice if I could kiss you…if I win…you won’t even need to kiss me back. Just a peck on the lips is all. Or the cheek if that’s more acceptable?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek and moved closer back to the table, “Alrighty then…”

He bent over the table and aimed his cue…he missed the hole. The ball smacked hard and bounced from the wall.

It was now your turn. You leaned steadily and tried to mimic what he was guiding you to do before. You breathed in and as you slid the long stick across your thumb, you struck home…your last stripe ball fall into the hole and you won the game.

You shrieked with happy disbelief and twirled around giggling, “I win, I win, I win.”

He shook his head smiling. And sat on the edge of the table watching you enjoy your success.

“Girls rule and boys drool!” You snapped with you little victory dance. You spun on your heel girlishly and wagged the cue stick.

You were drunk off your own winnings you collided into him a little too hard. He grunted. His hands peaked out and gently tugged your sides between his leaning legs.

“Now miss Y/N you’ve won the prize, what are you claiming today?” He said it like a game host which tickled your insides. He was grinning wide.

“Tesla, house? How about a fancy little doggy? Or a brand-new iPad?”

Your cheeks grew hot. He said he’d offer you anything…but he must’ve been joking surely…you didn’t want to push your luck by saying something silly as “a million dollars”.

You wanted him to like you, honestly. Your toes scrapped against the carpet in brief thought...you thought about how maybe you really wanted to give him exactly what he wanted...why hide that?

You sighed and glanced up at him and purred, “What about…a kiss from August Walker the most patient, kindest and generous man I’ve ever met in a very long, long time.”

You coyly cocked your head as you leant against him. His broad chest was hard and muscled. You experimentally placed your hand over his chest sliding it up to his neck.

He smirked, “Well I think we can come to some form of agreement for that then, yes?” His face leaned down and he pressed his hot lips to your wet almost drooling mouth. His moustache was rough against your nose and chin. Now you know what they meant in romance novels when kissing men with facial hair tickled. You just wanted to keep giggling as those dark hairs poked your soft skin.

Your wrist fully came up behind his neck. ‘God, this is surreal’.

You felt like you were in a romance novel or soap opera. You melted perfectly. It wasn’t the first kiss you’ve ever had but it was the most comforting and intoxicating one.

“Fuck,” you whispered against him as he pulled back a little before licking your lips softly.

His hands on your waist became hands beneath the shirt. He was slow and steady. Hot palms traced your belly and breasts and back. You gasped lightly into his mouth and felt his light squeezes. He pushed his head back.

“And how was that prize Y/N?”

You nodded and sucked both your lips into your mouth. You felt warm and light, with a bucket of butterflies in your tummy. You felt brave....

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this good. ‘Lord knows it’s been months.’

Finding his large hands under the shirt you touched them and guided them to grope your naked breasts.

“Not enough, need more,” you huskily begged.

He obliged. He slid off the billiard table and picked you up like you weighed the size of a small dog.

‘God he is so strong…’

He carried you quickly to his room, it was upstairs and across from the guest room he had put you in. He barely had time to turn on his lights with how desperate you were clinging to him, kissing his neck and ear.

He laid you across the bed and bent down over you. He parted your legs and pressed himself against you.

He whispered, “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Do you want this? Because I can stop now but when my cock is inside you, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.”

You felt your blood pumping and rushing…God, you wanted this so bad…you needed this distraction…there was only one thing stopping you…

“I…I…I’ve got no idea what I’m doing sorry.”

A wave of embarrassment caught you fast. Your hands pressed into your eyes trying to not cry.

You choked up, “Um I’ve never done this…”

You felt him move completely away and you weren’t sure if that was something you regretted saying. You felt so ashamed. You must’ve disappointed him.

He pulled your hands away from your face and with your blurry gaze you managed to see his softened face. His cheeks were pink. He laid a hand on your head and ran his thumb across your forehead.

You whimpered. The humiliation was consuming you.

“Listen to me…” he soothed, “Your kisses,” he lightly chuckled, “That told me straight away you’re not very experienced...I don’t mind. Are you a virgin? I don’t mind if you are or aren’t. I can show you, teach you what to do. I don’t want you to feel scared tonight, okay?”

It was a weight lifted from your chest. You slowly nodded and swallowed audibly.

The grin on his face grew the widest you had seen it, “Good girl.”

Your chest squeezed with warmth. He thumbed away the two sneaky tears that had escaped your eyes. His fingers then hooked the large shirt off your head. It was habit to be modest, your wrists rose up and covered your chest.

With the tick of his tongue, he playfully disapproved. His nose shoved down into your neck and you squealed with a laugh as you couldn’t hold back from his moustache rubbing against the sensitive flesh. You felt his lips smiling against you, his head shaking a little. Large hands rubbed along your back and arms, before carefully pulling your wrists away from your chest. His lips and wet tongue made your toes curl as they drifted across your collar bone and down to your chest. With small fuzzy kisses, he pecked along your breasts.

Your eyes sparkled. He was so nice…he was so safe…making sure to make this easy and fun.

His nose pressed into the underside of your tit, and he breathed in, “God you smell incredible.”

The buzz of praise rose in you.

His mouth leaned up and he looked you in the eyes as he watched his lips around your right nipple. His hand reached up and thumbed the left one.

A deep guttural moan escaped your mouth as you watched and felt his hot mouth play with your buds. When he sucked, you knew you were done for. Your hips jerked. There was no friction but the boxers and air. Your clit was making you want to cross your legs tightly. But the way you sat; your legs would not be able to close.

After what felt like hours, but you knew really were measly seconds, he detached his mouth with a loud pop and sucked at your skin down the line of your belly. He eventually got to the hem of his boxers on your hips.

He was rough and it shot electric energy through you as you felt his hands pull them down with lightning speed.

You shrieked and cupped yourself. Now this was scary…you were hairy, and you felt embarrassed for not being entirely clean.

You could smell yourself and that was humiliating. No matter how many times the doctor said nothing was wrong you or your ph levels, just weren’t entirely sure. You never smelt anyone else’s musk like that before.

His eyes widened. You almost broke into sobs then. Could he smell it too?

He didn’t wait. No, he forced your hands above your head as he pushed you completely back.

He grunted, “keep them back or I’ll tie them back.”

A voice in your head joked that you should test his theory but in the logic of your mind you accepted to obey his request.

You watched as he pushed your knees further away and his mouth pressed into your inner thigh. Your thighs trembled as you bit the inside of your cheek to stop from giggling from the tickling pricks of his face.

He groaned incredible loudly, “You’re already so wet for me? I’ve never met such a girl that could drench her thighs like this,” he lied.

His face was so close you felt his hot breath fan over your lips and clit. The sensation caused you to involuntary jerk back.

He darkly chuckled, “Now, now, we’ve barely begun.”

Without verbal warning, his mouth dove between your legs. His giant flat tongue licked you from your back entrance all the up to your slut. His hands clamped down in your rising hips. He forced your hips to stay still as he licked away at every crevice and nook.

Your eyes couldn’t stay open. Your mouth couldn’t stay quiet. You were his moaning mess.

Who would’ve thought? Your luck…crying at a bus stop became moaning in millionaire bedsheets.

He didn’t seem to care about the hair or unkept scent. You didn’t comment on your legs, or your armpits and he was eating you out like a starved man…wow…those were green flags.

You felt bold…. your hands came down and found his head of curls. Your fingers brushed and combed and lightly tugged him in.

When he looked up, he looked like he was glaring…

“S-sorry,” you whispered as you pulled back.

He shook his head and put your hand back on his head.

You smiled. God he was fucking perfect…what if this was all just a dream?

This was a happy dream. It was erasing the memory of grief. Your broken heart was mending under his care. A man you had only met today, and you were panting under him, yearning to please him for his generosity. It made you feel smaller…but you didn’t feel…guilt…. you enjoyed feeling like you were now protected, and safe…

You felt his nose press against your clit, and you choked as your lower body buzzed and shook out a small orgasm.

“f-fuck!” You whimpered.

He pulled back, his chin was glistening with your wetness.

He abruptly stood tall and gruffly commanded, “Move up a little and lay back, I’m gonna fuck you, okay?”

You nodded and felt your chest tighten with anxious excitement.

You scooted your butt back on his bed. Your knees you fought yourself to keep open as he just stared at you…he was just look at all of you, his eyes flashing around from your legs to your chest to your face.

He made you feel…worshiped. He made you feel beautiful with how unbashful he was as he stared. He pushed down his shorts and started to climb onto the mattress with you.

But what was between his legs surprisingly turned you off…

“Wait…wait Aug-August…I…I don’t think I can take that….you…ugh.”

He was prideful…he sat back on his ankle. His erection jutted to the sky. He tilted his head.

“I have fucked smaller things than you darling. I know my cock will fit.”

“B-but” you whined, “it’s – that’s gonna hurt me.”

He crawled up closer and grabbed your ankles dragging you down to him. You squeaked and looked up at him with flickers of fright… he wouldn’t hurt you, would he? He hasn’t all day. But this was a sticky situation to be in…

He rubbed his hands on your knees.

“Trust me…it won’t hurt.”

Your lips curled into your mouth. You slowly nodded…he was right, surely it won’t hurt. He did just give you lubricating oral sex…you trusted him.

He kissed you again and stole your breath away as he shifted himself forward and spat loudly into his hand. He pumped himself once, then twice and sat the silk soft tip on your clit. He dragged it down to the entrance of your pussy and pushed inside.

Your hands automatically grabbed his arms that were beside your head.

“Deep breath Y/N,” he shuddered, “c’mon be a good girl, relax your body.”

You tried your best to focus. Looking between you was a mistake; he was so huge and intimidating. You were confident he was tearing your opening.

You pressed your eyes into his wrist and tried to breath in and out.

Your skin prickles with goosebumps as you felt the walls of your inside expand.

He was widening you and making you full. Not a crevice within was not full of him.

You felt the brace of your cervix and huffed and tapped his arm. There wasn’t any way he could go further without killing you.

Your eyes started to tear up. He pulled back slightly and pushed back in, taking your breath from your chest in a light gasp. He did it again. This time he moaned now.

“You feel incredible Y/N.”

You nodded, it was hard for you to speak, you didn’t know what to even say.

He pushed in again and you lazily smiled, he was rubbing against your G-spot. Maybe it wasn’t so terrible for him to be so big?

You clenched uncontrollably and heard him hiss with pleasure.

He began to pick up the pace and rock faster inside of you.

“Yes,” you whispered, “god yes, yes, yes.”

When he chuckled, your insides shook with ultimate excitement. You gasped and let out a light moan.

His hand came between you and thumbed your clit. You had to bite your knuckle to stop from shrieking too loudly.

But he growled and tore your hand from you.

“If you scream, it better be for me,” he grunted and licked your neck before nibbling your earlobe.

Your eyes widened. His face was hard and hot with concentration and restrain. His hips rippled the bedding as he fucked you. You mewled loudly.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and moved your hips up. You thought he was hitting your cervix beforehand but surprisingly he now felt somehow deeper inside of you in a plain of pleasure. You threw your head back against the soft mattress and gutturally groaned.

You were confident you were going to cum soon. His brutal thumb kept flickering along your clit and the overstimulation of his mouth on your neck and his grunts and sighs above you finally set you into a blaze of heavenly flow.

You cummed with a silent scream. Your mouth was open and when your lungs found air, an exasperated cry escaped you. Tears fell and you moaned as you felt him continue to move until he himself froze up and sighed out his pleasure….it was when you now realised.

“Oh shit…you’re not wearing a condom.”

His eyes fluttered as he slowly pulled out and kissed your cheek.

“I’m gonna guess from the response you’re not on any pills or the shot? It’s okay I promise, I can get you some plan B. Let me clean you up first.”

It was so different to have met a man like him. He was like a unicorn in legend…he was perfect, handsome and kind.

You trusted in him.

He stood from the bed. You wouldn’t have bothered him to go grab a cloth, but your legs were lifeless. There was no way you were gonna walk on your own.

He waddled back from his master bathroom and kneeled to you. His hands spread your thighs further apart and kissed your skin. You giggled at his wiry moustache tickling your soft sweaty flesh. He took his time before cleaning you. He was staring at you. You didn’t understand why he was staring until a warm trickle poured out of your cunt…you sat up abruptly and tried to look down. You knew what it had to be…his cum…he had stuffed so much you were leaking out on his bed.

He was smirking…

He reached forward with the cloth towel. It was warm and wet on one half which he washed you with and then dried you in the other half. He stood up and said hushed, “I’ll be back.”

His lips pressed to your forehead, hot and wet.

It was maybe five minutes when he came waddling back, now totally flaccid, with a glass of water and a white tablet.

You felt bashful so nude and open on the bed. You thought about curling up in the blankets. You felt light and warm and needing a decent nap.

You looked up at him. He softly smiled.

“Open,” he whispered. Playfully you stuck out your tongue. He laid the pill flat on your pink tongue before pressing the lip of the glass to your lips. Greedily you drank down the pill. You took over the glass from him and gasped loudly when you finished it. You happily fluttered your eyes at him while he sat down on the bed beside you.

He was perfect. And yet…something didn’t sit right with you though.

“You keep…plan B in your home?”

Now that was disturbing…why couldn’t the man use a sheep skin condom? How many women does he sleep with? How old are the pills he’s keeping? How much of a playboy is he? It made you feel worthless.

All your happiness deflated. You were no longer special...you were just a number of his lays. And he took your first time…

He laughed and shook his head, “No, I don’t.”

That didn’t make sense because he just gave you a-

Your hands felt shaky. Your lips felt numb.

“Wh-what did you just give me?”

He took the glass from you before you dropped it. He put it in his side table.

“Aug-August…what was that?” You asked a little firmer, scared he didn’t hear you the first time.

“It’s plan B, right?” You started to beg.

When he didn’t answer you again, you knew something was truly wrong. It was dangerous. Your clothes were in his dryer, your bag down the hall. You were totally naked. You were totally vulnerable.

Your body was starting to experience drowsiness. Nausea was creeping in your belly. You hated this feeling.

You weakly moved down the bed. He didn’t try to stop you. He sat next to you and watched you lazily reach for and clench the borrowed t-shirt off the floor. You felt his hands pull it down your head, helping you dress. But you didn’t want his help, you wanted to know why that pill made you feel like the room was swaying even though you were sitting.

You pushed yourself on your feet and used the wall for support as you left this room. He was slowly behind you.

You knew now this was some sick game…he wasn’t watching over you to protect you, he was watching over you to toy with you.

“G-go away,” you whined as you tried to walk to the guest room to get to your bag and phone. You had been drugged and needed to call the police as soon as possible.

How could he have done this to you?!

You felt so exhausted. You heard his voice, but it was far away and you didn’t catch his words.

You finally got to the spare room but to get to the bed was a task impossible without a support wall. You slowly crouched to the floor and got to your knees. You were cold and naked and scared, but your heart was slow and relaxed by the drug. Your thoughts were racing. It was like your body wanted to be anxious but was too tired to match your thoughts.

Your fingers clenched the carpet as you crawled to the bed. Your bag felt so far away but you knew it was only two steps away.

As your hand reached for the mattress and your bag, August sat on the bed and took your phone from it. He waved it in front of your eyes and as you tried to grab it, he snatched it away.

“St-stop it,” you moaned. He laughed at you.

He shook his head and held the phone out to you, only to tear it back when you tried to grab it. He teased you. You started to cry. Frustrated and scared, you wept and felt your body giving out. Your arms fell forward, your face was pressed into the carpet.

The last thing you saw was his feet and his hand waving your phone in front of your face before your vision became black.

HELPLINES:

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[sleepingdeath-light]

alcina dimitrescu + segmented smut alphabet ; 18+

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

requested by ; anonymous (19/05/23)

character ; lady alcina dimitrescu from resident evil: village

masterlist ; here

letters ; j / o / v

J — Jack Off

how often do they masturbate? how?

Although she doesn’t really masturbate often, on the rare occasion that she does Alcina tends to make an event of it. She’ll light her favourite scented candles, grab a glass of her favourite blood wine and take some time to really play with herself. Starting off by playing with her breasts — either through her clothes or by rubbing soap on them if she’s bathing — and slowly working her way down to her pussy. From there she’ll tease herself, slowly circling her clit and just barely dipping her fingertips into her entrance — just enjoying the feeling of being touched — until she runs out of patience and just starts to finger herself. Crooking and scissoring and thrusting those delightfully long digits inside of her cunt until she reaches her climax, rewarding herself for a job well done with another fresh glass of wine.

O — Oral Sex

do they prefer to give or receive? how good are they?

Alcina is equally fond of giving and receiving oral as both perfectly feed into her preference to be the dominant partner. She’s also extremely skilled at using her mouth and hands with you, but will only offer oral as a reward for good behaviour.

When receiving, she prefers to be sat down with you knelt between her legs — which means that this sort of act will usually only happen in one of her lounge rooms (where there are seats big enough to accommodate her and a plush carpet/rug to stop you from hurting your knees too badly). She’ll have one hand on the back of your neck to help guide your movements and the other grasping at the stem of a full wine glass — fully embracing the luxury of being pleasured. Her instructions are clear and easy to follow if you’re paying attention, and compliance is freely met with praise as well as soft gasps and sighs of contentment. And if you do a particularly good job and lick her clean afterwards, then she’ll be more than happy to reward you with whatever it is you want.

If you have a penis, then she prefers to have you sat on the bed with her kneeling between your legs. It’s not uncomfortable and she has no qualms with being in a traditionally ‘submissive’ pose because you both know that she’s the one in charge — and, besides, it’s just the easiest way for her to go down on you given the substantial size difference between you two. She tends to make use of both her mouth and her hands as she enjoys taking her time to tease you (usually verbally) and to mark your thighs and stomach, which wouldn’t be possible without that freedom to switch out. Her teasing also extends to how she goes down on you as she tends to be slow and deliberate with her movements: hollowing her cheeks and humming around your length when she’s taken you to the hilt, licking a stripe from the base of your dick along the underside to your tip, just barely sucking on the head and so on. Consistently testing the waters to see what will get the best reactions out of you and repeating them in a rhythm that has your head spinning and your cock throbbing. And, as it’s not much of a challenge for her to deepthroat you, she’ll take you to the hilt when you climax and swallow your cum without effort — preferring not to make a mess (and, also, quite enjoying the way you taste). Depending on her mood she may overstimulate you a bit, but if she’s also a bit horny she’ll leave you with just the one orgasm before transitioning over to sex so she can sate her own desires/urges.

If you have a vagina, then she’ll insist on you sitting on her face so that she can control the pace as she eats you out. She encourages you to grind onto her face and will alternate between rubbing circles on your hips and reaching up to play with your chest whilst she devoured you. Alcina will alternate between sucking and licking your clit and thrusting her tongue into your gushing hole, her pace slow but unrelenting — patient in her mission to drive you to climax yet not quite teasing you. She loves the sounds you make when she goes down on you and will do what she can to make you as vocal as possible, including occasionally turning her head to one side to nip at your thighs if they’re particularly sensitive. And when you finally cum, she’ll drink up everything you have to offer, prolonging your orgasm until you’re trembling and sobbing and about to collapse onto her — and even then being reluctant to stop because you sound and taste so amazing to her.

V — Vocal

how loud are they?

She isn’t especially loud unless she’s trying to put on a show for you — volume is something that tends to attract attention and she doesn’t want her daughters to know what she’s up to. That being said, she is extremely talkative and will happily praise, commentate or degrade you as you have sex (depending on your preference). Beyond that, however, the most you’ll get out of her are groans and gasps and moans — all of which she excels at keeping quiet.

[ineylesian]

GENERAL WARNINGS | canon typical violence, gore, major character death, rekindling of trauma & traumatizing events, sexual themes.

GENERAL NOTES | since the mw reboot is still in progress, almost all of these fics will contain non canon story progression & details.

CANON DIVERGENCE | the events of al mazrah were changed to take place 2 years before the plot of mw2 reboot instead of 2 months // task force 141 was changed to exist years before the events of mw2, including price, ghost, roach, and the reader (TSF 141 remains the same in fics taking place during the canon plot of mw2 reboot)

ADVISORY | all smut works are meant to be written in an adult reader’s point of view. reader discretion is advised.

EXTRAS | see bottom of post!!

“ANYONE EVER CALL YOU FANGS? ‘CAUSE YOU’VE CERTAINLY GOT A BITE.”

ORIGINAL STORY

THIS IS THE ORIGINAL STORYLINE THAT SHARES A GRAVES/ GHOST ROUTE. TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THE PLOT, IT IS RECOMMENDED THAT THIS VERSION IS READ FIRST.

— 01/ PROLOGUE | OLD HABITS (DIE HARD.) [COMING SOON]

— 02 | MY FRIEND IN MISERY

WARNINGS | smut, angst, brief descriptions of torture, finger fucking, unprotected p in v, slight oral asphyxiation, biting, hair pulling, semi clothed sex, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, blood kink (kinda)

— 03 | STRANGER INSIDE [COMING SOON]

— 04 | NO WIND OF BLAME [COMING SOON]

— 05 | ME, OR HIM?

WARNINGS | smut, vaginal sex, overstimulation, fingering, cunnilingus, jealous sex, implied graves x reader, biting, scratching, canon typical violence

— 06 | NO LEAF CLOVER

WARNINGS | angst, smut, canon typical violence, vaginal fingering, hard overstimulation, finger fucking, cum eating, implied graves x reader (and a little action), biting, scratching, clothed sex, grinding, unprotected p in v, cumming inside, thigh fucking

— 07 | IF RAIN IS WHAT YOU WANT [COMING SOON]

EPILOGUE

— 09 | …YOU WALK ALONE, COBRA [GRAVES VERS.]

— 09 | MONSTERS [GHOST VERS.]

MAIN STORY | GRAVES ROUTE

WHAT IF GRAVES JOINED TSF 141? (STORY DIVERSION STARTS AFTER PART 6 OF THE ORIGINAL STORY, ME, OR HIM?

NOTE: IT IS RECOMMENDED THAT UP TO PART 7 OF THE ORIGINAL STORY, NO LEAF CLOVER, IS READ TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS ROUTE.

— 08 | DISARM [COMING SOON]

— 09/ EPLIGOUE | I DISAPPEAR [COMING SOON]

IN BETWEEN THE LINES

THE FICS BELOW ARE NOT STRICTLY BOUNDED TO THE MAIN STORY AND CAN BE READ ALONE.

— RESTEZ AVEC MOI, LA NUIT CHANTE

FICS | SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

FOR THOSE WHO ONLY WANT TO READ GHOST’S SIDE.

NOTE: READING THESE PARTS ALONE MAY BE CONFUSING FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO UNDERSTAND THE PLOT.

— ME, OR HIM?

WARNINGS | smut, vaginal sex, overstimulation, fingering, cunnilingus, jealous sex, implied graves x reader, biting, scratching, canon typical violence, ghost being a jealous hoe

— NO LEAF CLOVER

WARNINGS | angst, smut, canon typical violence, vaginal fingering, hard overstimulation, finger fucking, cum eating, implied graves x reader (and a little action), biting, scratching, clothed sex, grinding, unprotected p in v, cumming inside, thigh fucking

FICS | PHILLIP GRAVES

FOR THOSE WHO ONLY WANT TO READ GRAVES’ SIDE.

NOTE: READING THESE PARTS ALONE MAY BE CONFUSING FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO UNDERSTAND THE PLOT.

— MY FRIEND IN MISERY

WARNINGS | smut, angst, brief descriptions of torture, finger fucking, unprotected p in v, slight oral asphyxiation, biting, hair pulling, semi clothed sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, blood kink (kinda)

EXTRAS

— PLAYLIST

[curio-queries]

Run BTS: 049 | Eve of Episode 50 Festival part 1

Original Air Date: 17 APR 2018 Episode Length: 23:43 Total Parts: 2 YouTube English Subtitles: Yes Title Song: Blood Sweat & Tears

Synopsis: A summary episode - reliving moments from the past 50 episodes

Production: so...it's exceedingly obvious that they intended this to only be one episode but they spilled it over into the next one. Most of the time that will work but when you're making a big deal about it being the 50th, it doesn't really work. Overall, not the worst execution of a 'clips' ep but i think we'd all agree that we'd rather have original content than watch compiled clips. if I want to watch those moments, I'll go watch the actual eps. It's not that I hate the idea of a bottle show via past content but this one just wasn't executed well. It's really nice to see the ceramics complete from a few episodes before.

Here's a weird editing note: pointing out the prod team didn't know the members were hungry and surprised they were eating. I get that sometimes the food is for show (especially on their livestreams) but why did they feel the need to state it in the subs? It just makes the guys and the prod team look ill-prepared.

Another thing, i know most probably won't notice but when they do cut to clips, it's like they've ripped them straight from the internet instead of the original files. The audio is SO disjointed. To do this properly, they should have grabbed the clips without the music and added new music in the compilation. Also the part where they watch their own clips is too long. Don't get me wrong, i actually enjoy watching BTS react to their own content but that's in the context of a reaction livestream or a Bomb, not as an episode of a variety show. A little hint of it would have been sufficient but it does nothing for the pacing of this episode. Final also, is it just me or is there something off about the translation? The quality just seems more lacking than we're used to.

Endearment: Uh, if my above notes didn't give it away, i think this episode does absolutely nothing for the guys. it's vaguely interesting to me to see what moments they remember from past episodes before the clips are played but I wouldn't call it endearing at all. They're put in this hard spot where they know that the audience is infinitely more knowledgeable about their content than they are but they still have to put on this show. oh, it was nice to hear them talk about what they'd like to do for the future, knowing which actually become episodes

Winner/Loser: none

Best Cheater: none

Member Moments:

RM: RM still remembered the names of the dogs. my heart!

JN: Jin confusing the Santa Run ep with when they filmed Bon Voyage at Santa Village.

YG: Yoongi being iconic for playing along with the question asking how Yoonji is doing now.

JH: Savage Hobi! Jimin complimenting everyone's acting and saying he should act, Hobi hits him with the 'not you'

JM: Way to go Jimin with the guessing...it's almost sus...

V: Tae's adorable squashed pottery as a callback to the squirrel garden.

JK: Im glad JK was enjoying the snacks.

Bonus Content: So much more engaging than the actual episode! absolutely worth the watch. (plus you can see Tae drink through a million straws at the same time...slight exaggeration..)

CQ Rank: 1.5

(CQ Eval Date: 05 FEB 2024)

Check out this post for my Masterlist of all episodes and descriptions of how I'm evaluating these.

Previous Episode: 048

Next Episode: 050

[astarab1aze]

➥ Black Magic Woman

⸻Technical Information. // Face, Voice, etc.

01. Faceclaim. Lady Nagant   [ My Hero Academia ] 04. Voice Claim. Erica Lindbeck

⸻Profile Information. // Name, Age, etc.

01. Name. [ Redacted ] 02. Alias. Rivyn, Revyn, Rivy, Revy, R, Pepper 03. Sex. Female 04. Gender. Female 05. Age. [ Redacted ] 06. Birth Date. [ Redacted ]   (but she's an Aries sksksk) 07. Blood Type. Sub-type V-HAB- 08. Race. Vampire & [ Redacted ], American by nationality ; Unclear ethnicity. 09. Marital Status. Widowed   [ Multiship ] 10. Orientation. Demisexual   [ Heteroromantic ] 11. Residence. She lives beneath Cedric and Claire's manor in New York state, in the cellar, where all her shit is.

⸻Physical Information. // Body, Equipment, Family, etc.

17. Physical Description. Rivyn has a mop of choppy shoulder-length black and teal hair, sans a long, thick braid comprised of her underlayer, fading black to teal, shiny and soft to the touch. Her eyes are heterochromic, with her left eye being gold and the other bright red, framed by long lashes. She is ghostly pale, though paradoxically seems more alive than some of her other vampiric counterparts, a faint scattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose but otherwise unblemished. There is a black mark in the shape of a hand on the nape of her neck that spreads upward onto her scalp, as if grabbing the back of her head, and it serves as proof of ownership by the Red Hand. Her body is very...tightly wound, springy, like a viper constantly ready to strike, and nearly always on display in some fashion. Lots of skin showing, outfits skimpy, lots of buckles, leather, latex, stylized combat boots, generally her spin on vampire goth, etc.

13. Equipment. She generally keeps only what would aid her in a fight, such as her custom Sako TRG 22A1 rifle, range of silver alloy & magic-infused rounds, tungskin vials, explosive powders, silver-plated tactical knife, her malachite & bloodstone palmseal, several infinite pockets, compact mirror, Bottled Blackwyrm, and a cellphone. 14. Occupation. She maintains employment as a hand-picked Red Hand security specialist trained by the Morteatum International Private Security firm - this means her job doesn't really stop at security, as she is often tasked with quite a bit of dirty work... By this same token, she is secretly working in conjunction with the Montgomery twins and Keres Morteatum to bring down the Red Hand. 15. Job Performance. Highly valued, impossible to replace, in both positions. 16. Parents. [ Redacted ] 17. Siblings. [ Redacted ]

⸻Personality Information. // Likes, Strengths, etc.

18. Likes. Long walks on the beach, midnight, dawn just before the sun rises, the scent of fresh-brewed coffee, freshly-baked anything, pina coladas, petrichor, reading, privacy, baby bats, and really...not much else. 19. Dislikes. Most aspects of vampire culture, vampires, Sanguinarians, Keres, Claire, pointless sacrifice, the smell of blood, being a vampire, the concept of eternal life, that she can't eat real food, cigarette smoke, bloody delights, reliance on human blood, spider lilies, water, people who think they're smarter than her, being touched,

20. Positive Traits. Deadly accurate. Considerate. Well-mannered. Respectful. Generous. Sympathetic. Self-questioning. Protective. Effective. Sentimental. Gentle. 21. Negative Traits. Closed off. Distrustful. Emotionally unavailable. Workaholic. Impersonal. Distant. Unforgiving. Secretive. Blunt. Indifferent. 22. Goals. Like Keres, to dismantle the Red Hand and put an end to the Sanguinarian chokehold on vampires as a whole - but her reasons for doing so are different. She doesn't wish to usher in a new world of mutualism or peace where yet another Montgomery gets to play-pretend on Night's Throne, she wants to get her enemies out of the way so she can see to a world without vampires in it. 23. Desires. [ Redacted ] 24. Alignment. Chaotic Neutral

25. Personality. In terms of demeanor, she comes across as incredibly cold, almost statuesque, but with a sullen, somber air about her. She is a woman in unspoken, long-held grief, though she uses it as motivation to achieve her truest goals, using this image in part as cover to better hide them (as much as she hides herself, which is ironically predicated on the Vampiric Stoicism Principle). She is covetous of her secrets and cannot be readily known, distrustful of any and all, including the only vampire she gets along with in truth. There is an anger in her that is cold- and long-burning, smoldering within her, but just as she is likely to burn others, she is capable of warmth. Slow, cautious, gentle warmth, all buried beneath thick layers of agonizing loss and honed steel. She is stubborn and oftentimes sharply tongued, but if given the chance, she might fall to her knees. Above all, she is tired, and alone, and hateful of all those who turned her into a monster. Without hope, cynicism and lies her only friends in a den of vipers.

⸻Sorcery Information. // Affinity, Talent, etc.

26. Affinity. Light & Necrotic - her ability is so fine-tuned, she is one of the few vampires capable of daywalking. 27. Shapeshifting. No transformation abilities whatsoever. 28. Utility. Ritual magic, alchemy, poisons, healing, leeching, daywalking, sealing, illusions, divination, Dispel, hexes, curses, herbalism, barriers, exorcism, cleansing, blessing, and enchantment. 29. Specialization. Holy, Summoning, and Possession - of the Necrotic and Light affinities; Paradoxically turned with the ability to wield opposing affinities, she was chosen to serve among the Red Hand's elites for this reason and thusly honed finely as a conduit for either. 30. Graduate School. Night's Cathedral - one of the eleven nightfolk schools in North America, focused on the education of vampires only and specifically ; This school is well-respected among vampires as an institution, the arbiter of vampiric education, but is simultaneously a churner of extremely dangerous Red Hand agents 31. Classification. Turned/Lower Vampire, Night's Paladin ; Lower vampires are a class of non-noble vampire generally bearing lesser strength or mastery over themselves, their appetites, and magical inclinations, but the circumstances of Rivyn's vampirism are miraculous in themselves as is one of the very few vampires capable of wielding Light as an affinity, thus making her a prime candidate for the militant / espionage arms of the Red Hand - graduate of Night's Cathedral as its Paladin, under oath and everything.

⸻Background Information. // Past to Present.

Her early life is entirely [ Redacted ].

She was married to [ Redacted ] and had [ Redacted ], unrelated to the internal or external goings on of the Red Hand. Her village was beset upon by [ Redacted ] in the year 15XX, under [ Redacted ]'s express command, in search of, offically, lost cargo and the traitors responsible for it. This occupation quickly turned sour and resulted in a weeks' long [ Redacted ], furthering an already vicious cycle of [ Redacted ] between the [ Redacted ] and [ Redacted ]. [ Redacted ] tragically perished in the [ Redacted ], crushing her spirit, and by the end, the Red Hand arrived with offerings of aid to the injured and burials for the dead. In exchange for this help benevolently given to her people, the woman now known as Rivyn traded her fealty and service to the Night.

The Red Hand fed, clothed, educated, and housed Rivyn, often adapting to her specific needs in order to raise her to her best and keep her at her most comfortable. [ Redacted ] until her most unique and valuable of affinities were revealed, scientific fascination born anew due to the qualities of her [ Redacted ], the promise of a new age on the horizon - the ability to [ Redacted ]. And with grace, she offered her [ Redacted ], a new life for her saviors in return for her own, and with respect and gratitude, she was baptized in Night Eternal, blessed with immortal life.

Many [ Redacted ] took place between her gift and her turning alongside rigorous training and education in the ways of the Bloodweaver's Paladium, subject to bodily [ Redacted ] and mental [ Redacted ], testing her limits for candidacy as a vampire with express consent and recipcrocal interest. When they'd taken of the [ Redacted ] she had so kindly given, she was then blessed. Following her turning, however, yet more [ Redacted ] were performed in an effort to further test her limits both physical and magical, and she was frequently exposed to [ Redacted ] and [ Redacted ]. This was to doubly ensure her ability to adapt and survive in the Night, to best prepare her for her role as a Paladin in the service of the [ Redacted ] and [ Redacted ] families.

[ Redacted ] oversaw much of the [ Redacted ], and were thus the orchestrators of her second chance at life among them. The Red Hand had long endeavored to propogate her continued life and growth as a general rule, generous and kind in their efforts to assist a kindred spirit, and the more they gave, the more she offered in return.

Over the course of many centuries, Rivyn had become a formidable and highly prized addition to the Red Hand and vampire society as a whole, despite primarily operating in [ Redacted ]. As of this filing, Rivyn is [ Redacted ] and permanently employed by the modernized Morteatum International Private Security in accordance with the United States Department of Regulatory Sorceries' specifications.

[doomedandstoned]

THE DOOMED & STONED SHOW

~Season 9, Episode 12~

After some holiday delays, we are proud to present to you Part II in our three-part series exploring the music of the fall rankings from DoomCharts.com, with a particular focus this episode on the month of October. Band names below are hyperlinked to their respective Bandcamp page, so you can support the bands you dig most!

We're meeting to record Part III this week, which we hope to bring you before December's end! In the meanwhile, enjoy this packed, near 4-hour edition of the show, featuring commentary on the music by Billy Goate (Doomed & Stoned), John Gist (Vegas Rock Revolution), and Bucky Brown (The Ripple Effect).

PLAYLIST

INTRO (00:00) - October Doom Charts Rankings 1. Stone Nomads (#21) - "The Tempter" (Trouble cover) (00:31)

HOST SEGMENT I (30:28) 2. Giant Lungs (#17) - "Aromatico" (30:28) 3. ZQKMGDZ (#33) - "Hail & Salvation" (34:22) 4. Blood Lightning (#13) - "Bananaconda" (38:41)

HOST SEGMENT II (44:44) 5. Occult Hand Order (#11) - "Sink" (1:00:54) 6. Lucid Sins (#12) - "Jack of Diamonds" (1:08:40) 7. The Heavy Minds (#19) - "Predator" (1:12:56)

HOST SEGMENT III (1:19:31) 8. La Chinga (#10) - "Bolt of Lightning" (1:30:06) 9. Mooch (#9) - "Crimson" (1:33:12) 10. Bahboon (#8) - "Rampage" (1:37:13)

HOST SEGMENT IV (1:41:40) 11. Deathchant (#7) - "Chariot" (2:01:26) 12. Appalooza (#6) - "Wasted Land" (2:05:09) 13. Restless Spirit (#5) - "Shadow Command" (2:12:49)

HOST SEGMENT V (2:18:36) 14. Kadabra (#4) - "High Priestess" (3:01:13) 15. Hippie Death Cult (#3) - "Tomorrow's Sky" (3:07:33) 16. Dopelord (#2) - "Night of the Witch" (3:14:02) 17. Howling Giant (#1) - "Hawk in a Hurricane" (3:21:23)

OUTRO (3:26:19)

BONUS TRACKS:

18. Sloth (#24) - "Beyond" (3:27:27) 19. Vanishing Kids (#22) - "Demon Glove" (3:35:58) 20. The Sound of Origin (#30) - "Birthright" (3:42:43)

CREDITS:

Theme Song: Dylan Tucker

Incidental Music: Hellvetika

Thumbnail Art: Howling Giant

[emetophobiahelp]

Vampire Diaries (Masterpost)

In season 2, both Mason and Tyler r* and * and possibly v* from drinking Wolfsbane before they turn into a werewolf. I forgot which episode Mason was but Tyler is episode 11. Masons is a little hard to catch (and it’s on a video that is watched), but Tyler’s is easy because you know it’s coming from seeing what happened to Mason. Sound is bad, not so much visual.

Also in season 3 ep 18, Sage and another guy g* and then v* blood or liquid around the 28 minute mark.

Season 4, ep 2. At 4:30ish immediately after Stefan and Elena make out against the tree, she quickly runs away and is shown g*ing/possibly v*ing on the ground. Same episode at just before 17 min, after Elena talks to April in the church it cuts to her v*ing blood in a toilet and then in the sink. Very graphic.

Season 4, Episode 10: At about 26:20 April starts coughing in a classroom with Bonnie and then v*s a bunch of water.

Season 5, ep 2. Just before 2:30 Katherine is shown in the woods looking s* and possibly v*s by a tree. Same episode a few minutes later, Elena is with Stefan by the water and she starts v*ing a TON of water, it was very graphic and the sound was bad.

Season 5, ep. 7. Around the two minute mark when Silas and the couple are at the bus stop, the male starts v*ing blood and r*ing.

Season 6, ep 4. At about 5 minutes in, Jeremy suddenly v*s into a blue bag. It’s extremely sudden, it cuts right to the scene after Elena and Stefan are talking on his motorcycle.

Season 6, ep 15 (to add to other comment) after Jo v*s, Kai shows up at the door and also suddenly v*s. He also v*s again at 11 minutes in.

Season 7, ep 6. “Jo” v*s right after Caroline feeds her her blood at about 19:45.

Season 7, ep 17. At about 13 minutes in, Stefan is running thru the woods handcuffed and he drops to his knees and g*s and v*s. Same episode he v*s again around 29:30.

Season 7, ep 18. “Stefan” suddenly v*s blood into a bag while in the car with Damon. Opening scene, 50 seconds in.

Season 8, ep 1. A girl v*s blood with Caroline at 27:45ish.

Season 8, ep 6. Enzo g*s and v*s in a bowl at 12 minutes. It’s a cut scene so be careful. Mute/look away after Caroline and Alaric go into the empty diner.

Season 8, ep 15. (Multiple scenes, all same person): Matt’s mom goes into a bathroom with a bloody nose and v*s blood in the sink at about 10:40. Same episode at 20:15, she v*s again after Peter says “I gave it to Stefan already.” Same episode, at 35:40 at the wedding right after Damon grabs her throat. And again at 41:05 after Vicki rings the bell.

[nijjhar]

Punjabi:- Latton kae Bhoot Lalae Batton sae nahi maanttae. Pathans and J... Punjabi:- Latton kae Bhoot Lalae Batton sae nahi maanttae. Pathans and Jatts need to use sword power https://youtu.be/lKCSYAUK5IE Sons of Satan by their powers. In the Middle East, the people of the Juda tribe are Baby Princes of Darkness and for them, just a rebuke by Christ Jesus was enough and the money thief Juda Iscariot killed himself as the 30 Shackles had become blood money. He tried to return to the Treasury of Temple but they refused to take it back. So, he threw the money into the Temple of Yahweh, Brahma, Khuda, etc., the Potter of male and female; thus, the Temple Priests bought a field and called it Potter’s Field. There, the use of the sword power was not needed. In the East were the people of the Khatri tribe who became the administrators, Diwans, administrators of the invaders. They were happily fleecing the local people to please the invaders. The Khatris surpassed the people of tribes assigned the duty to lead the worship called Brahmin = Cohen. As the people of the Judah tribe controlled the people of the Levi tribe performing the job of Brahmin = Cohen, the people of the Khatri tribe dominated over the tribes that were doing the job of Brahmin and this is well represented in the Saying:- “PUTT JAMANN KHATRIANIAN; KOI KOI BAHMANIA” That is the sons of Khatris surpassed in the religious knowledge to those tribes who were assigned the job of Brahmin = Cohen”. Thus, when the Mohammedan rulers attacked India, the Khatris became Mohammedans and called themselves “Sheikh, " meaningSheikhs they know the Quran very well. The Khatri Sheikhs also understood the Gurbani; Gur = logical reasoning and Bani means Testament that was not understood by many. A typical example is the Saying:- MITTI MUSSALLMAN DI; PAEE PAERRAE GHUMIAR (Brahma = Yahweh = Khuda) and the Mohammedans do not like to cremate the body but bury it as the Jews advised them.                                                                                                                                                                                                       Gospel is by His grace only if you long for the Gospel Treasures and not of Mammon in greed. Logo = His Word = God. Greatest Blasphemers and Killers Blair and Bush being considered by Anti-Christ Bishops for Nobel Peace Prize. Nobel Peace Prize should rather go to Assange and the Iraqi journalist Muntadhar al-Zaidi who threw both his shoes at the hypocrite Bush in Iraq. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qHdTpTXHvE&list=PL0C8AFaJhsWz7HtQEhV91eAKugUw73PW1 Blair and Bush’s blasphemies against Holy Spirit are bearing Fruit in economic chaos created by Virus https://youtu.be/0WBYOmpDuCs Shoe throwing at Bush by the Soldier of God Elohim, Allah, Parbrahm, etc., a HERO. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bush_shoeing_incident#:~:text=%22Arab%20moment%E2%80%9D.-,Event,Bush. This is America - Israel in Disguise:- Grim American Jewish Reaper waving sickle to kill more in Venezuela as they did in Iraq, Libya, Syria, Ukraine, etc. www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/GrimReaper.htm   Beware of these robed people as everyone has to give his account to God. This is the Dark Age of Christs, the Innerman, in people. Satguru = Christ Nanak was the second coming of Jesus and this Holiest of Holy Complex in Amritsar has become the epicentre of the crooks. Harmandir Sahib is of the same size as the one that was in Jerusalem and destroyed forever in 70 A.D. But what gold has to do with God? Matt.13.v24-30 is getting fulfilled and the Tares, unfaithful to Abraham Jews outwardly, are getting bundled up in Israel for the Final Burning expected to be on 14/11/2023, the seventh Month of Elohim after Israel is 75 years old on 14/05/2023 when the real war would start. Before the Atomic War, USA or Israel will attack a country making Atomic Bombs, which is Iran. THERE WILL BE NO PEACE IN THE M.EAST OR THE PARTS OF THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE HAVE FORGOTTEN THEIR TRIBAL IDENTITIES IN ADAM. People like President Morsi exploiting people in the name of religion are Sons of Satan Al-Djmar Al-Aksa, the most powerful sons of Satan that would create sectarian riots. Very few countries would be safe. For detailed information and expositions of the Parables, please watch my Youtube Videos Channel One God One Faith. A T-Shirt design if interested:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/EndT.pdf  Any help to improve the two Photos? Proofs of the Virgin Birth of Jesus: - www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/bojes.htm Here is a related Youtube Video on the Family of God:- https://youtu.be/bzWFWMyKNjE My ebook by Kindle. ASIN: B01AVLC9WO Full description:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/Rest.htm Any helper to finish my Books:- ONE GOD ONE FAITH:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/bookfin.pdf and in Punjabi KAKHH OHLAE LAKHH:-  www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/pdbook.pdf John's baptism:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/johnsig.pdf Trinity:- www.gnosticgospel.co.uk/trinity.pdf

[horrorforemetophobes]

The Exorcist: Season 1 *COMPLETE*

When someone requested this on Tumblr my first thought was “what possessed you?!” Jokes aside, this one's a doozy of dread, full of freaky frights for any famished fright fan or gore gourmet. If you've seen the first movie you know what you're in for! Before You Watch: These timestamps are based on the Amazon Prime version of the show which I believe is uncut. Different platforms may vary. 1x01: 12:16-12:49. No v*, but character sp*ts frequently. 1x02: 32:17-33:16. Severity: 10/10. Character runs and v*s with graphic audio, visual and aftermath. 1x03: 39:20-39:28. No v*, but blood runs from characters mouth. 1x04: Nothing to skip! 1x05: **Please note there are prolonged scenes with visible aftermath on a main character, I've timestamped it but please read a synopsis and skip if unsure!** 02:16-03:31. Severity: 2/10. Aftermath visible on characters face. 07:29-09:05. As above. 11:39-12:50. As above.

13:10-13:34. As above.

13:41-13:54. As above.

15:38-15:52. As above.

16:35-16:43. As above.

20:57-22:28. As above.

21:50-21:55. As above. 24:08-24:10. No v*, character sp*ts. 26:19-26:25. Fluid on characters face. 26:35-27:04. As above.

28:00-28:11. As above. 1x06: 32:19-33:34. Severity: 6/10. Several characters c*ugh and g*. 34:17-34:22. Character has fluid on face. 1x07: 18:04-19:17. No v*, but character looks very unwell and may distress. 25:14-26:26. As above. 27:14-27:20. Severity: 1/10. Character g*s. 1x08: 08:48-10:13. Severity: 5/10. Visible aftermath on character.

20:43-21:23. No v*, character dr**ls. 22:00-22:05. As above. 1x09: 22:20-22:41. Severity: 3/10. Character ch*s, can be watched muted. 1X10: 22:19-22:23. No v*, but character foams at mouth. 22:41-22:47. As above. Other Content: Blood, gore, injury detail, body horror, child endangerment, child death, demonic possession, self-harm, genital injury, traumatic brain injury, car accidents, grief, animal injury, animal death, religious fanaticism, paranoia, alcohol use, sex, infidelity, psychiatric treatment, hospitals, corruption, racism, cults, satanic worship.

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[ao3feed-destiel-02]

bodies of the righteous

bodies of the righteous https://ift.tt/OoSIVLb by LilyElk13 The truth of the matter is this: Dean’s body has never, not ever, been his own. His arms have never been anything other than a cradle for Sam as a baby, his body a trigger-pulling mechanism, a plane for the Mark of Cain and Castiel’s handprint scar. Dean was Michael’s vessel from before Dean was even the beginning of an idea. His body is nothing but something for other people to paw at, grope, kiss. Dean’s body has been a bargaining chip, a product, a perk. OR A study on trans!Dean's relationship with his body. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** This work contains an abortion and very graphic depictions of a miscarriage. Please read at your own risk and make sure to keep yourselves safe! Words: 4843, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Kline Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer & Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Hurt Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Whump, Dean Winchester-centric, Abortion, Miscarriage, Blood and Gore, Blood, Bad Parent John Winchester, Trans Dean Winchester, FTM Dean Winchester, Good Sibling Sam Winchester, Body Image, Intimacy, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Underage Prostitution, Prostitution, Graphic Description, Good Parent Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Pain, pro-choice, Don't Like Don't Read, Misgendering, Roe v. Wade, Rape/Non-con Elements, Underage Rape/Non-con, Morning Sickness, Menstruation, complicated feelings, Negative self-image, Healing, Politics, Acceptance, Self-Acceptance, Self-Esteem Issues via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/fVoLlye May 05, 2024 at 03:17PM

[drstevenlinyt]

How to Prevent Eye Damage from Diabetes

How to Prevent Eye Damage from Diabetes https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WVJcn6iTAP8 High blood sugar damages the vessels in your body Diabetic blindness is a complication of diabetes, caused by high blood sugar levels damaging the back of the eye (retina). It can begin with poor eyesight before progressing to blindness if left undiagnosed and untreated. However, it usually takes several years for diabetic retinopathy to reach a stage where it could threaten your sight. Early-stage symptoms include high blood sugars, which may lead to insulin resistance. Reducing your sugar intake before eye damage occurs may be an effective strategy to prevent diabetic retinopathy and blindness. My guest today is ophthalmologist Dr. James Muecke AM. Dr. Mueke has dedicated his career to the prevention of blindness and ophthalmic research. He founded the non-profit organization Sight For All, which is dedicated to fighting all causes of blindness. Dr. Mueke’s contribution to blindness prevention was recognized with the titles South Australian of the Year and Australian of the Year for 2020. Dr. Mueke tells his personal professional story, the communities he has worked in, and the impact that his organization, Sight For All has had. He is a passionate advocate for the need to prevent the leading cause of blindness in adults – type 2 diabetes – a disease that impacts nearly one in every 10 Australians and is now recognized as a “looming catastrophe for our health system”. You can Follow James: https://ift.tt/kK75dTz via Dr Steven Lin https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3usB3s0qqOo4wImv3fgf5A April 23, 2024 at 05:00AM

[healthyyhabitshub]

12 Bad Habits That Destroy Your Kidneys Silently!

12 Bad Habits That Destroy Your Kidneys Silently! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIegOMksBdY Welcome to our health haven! 🌿 Today, we're diving deep into "12 Daily Habits Killing Your Kidneys Silently!" a critical video that sheds light on the silent dangers lurking in our everyday routines. Your kidneys, the unsung heroes of your body, work tirelessly to filter waste and balance electrolytes. Yet, many of us unknowingly partake in habits that compromise their health. From excessive caffeine consumption to neglecting regular exercise, we unveil how these common behaviors can be detrimental to your kidney health. In this video, we not only identify these hazardous habits but also offer practical advice on replacing them with healthier alternatives. Discover the importance of hydration, the balance in your diet, and the significance of regular doctor's appointments in promoting health and preventing kidney damage. Incorporating these changes into your routine can transform your kidneys into a nutritional powerhouse, safeguarding your overall well-being. Remember, your health journey is unique, and it's crucial to consult with a doctor before trying new health supplements or foods, especially if you have underlying health conditions or are pregnant or breastfeeding. If you find value in our content, don't forget to hit the 👍 like button, subscribe for more insightful videos, and share this video to spread awareness. Your engagement helps us grow and supports our mission to educate and empower. 💬 Comment below with your thoughts or any habits you're changing for your kidney health. Disclaimer: This video is for educational purposes only. We encourage viewers to do their own research and consult healthcare professionals for a well-rounded understanding. Take the first step towards healthier kidneys and a happier you. Stay healthy, stay informed, and let's make a difference together! #LackOfSleep #SmokingAndKidneys #BalancedDiet #KidneyStones #Wellness CHAPTERS: 0:00 - Introduction 0:31 - Habit 1: Excessive Caffeine Impact on Kidneys 0:55 - Habit 2: Dehydration and Kidney Health 1:09 - Habit 3: High Protein Diet Risks for Kidneys 1:29 - Habit 4: Smoking Effects on Kidney Function 1:47 - Habit 5: Alcohol and Kidney Damage 2:05 - Habit 6: Exercise Deficiency and Kidney Health 2:22 - Habit 7: Sleep Deprivation and Kidneys 2:35 - Habit 8: Infections Ignored Kidney Risk 2:51 - Habit 9: Bladder Health and Kidney Function 3:03 - Habit 10: High Blood Pressure Kidney Concerns 3:18 - The 12 habits that damage your kidneys 4:31 - Conclusion via Healthy Habits Hub https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCauUf6FRrLX90ye_EJy6w2g February 05, 2024 at 09:00PM

[8bitsupervillain]

End of the Year: The 2022 best games list of destiny

For my own personal amusement here is the list of the top TWENTY games* I played in 2022. I enjoy combining the bests of the year and the bests of games that came out before the current year. I might just make it this way all the way going forward. Rather than just repost the posts from the other awards I’ve included a short sentence about a game’s given placement.

20: The Quarry

A fun enough adventure, just not one I’m particularly keen to revisit.

19: Leisure Suit Larry Series

Five out of six of these are really good. They just haven’t aged super well.

18: Final Fantasy XIII

Quite a lot better than its reputation suggests.

17: DJMAX Respect V

Some really good songs and fun gameplay.

16: The Darkside Detective

It’s got a good sense of humor and is really well paced.

15: Gundam Evolution

Solomon! I have returned!

14: Infernax

That good old 1980s edge.

13: Stranger of Paradise: Final Fantasy Origin

Good action game fun with a surprisingly deep and emotional story.

12: Blood West

I love killing monsters in the old west.

11: Call of Duty: Black Ops III (With Girls' Frontline mod)

I was really surprised at how good this game was.

10: MythForce

A thoroughly enjoyable roguelite.

09: Kingdom Hearts: Dream Drop Distance

The final bosses are some of the absolute most difficult I’ve ever fought. Great game.

08: Tyranny

I fell deeply in love with the story.

07: Return of the Obra Dinn

A really fun mystery.

06: Holocure

Good time to be had by all (if you’re a Hololive fan anyway). Better than the original Vampire Survivors.

05: Fire Emblem Warriors Three Hopes

Great story combined with what I feel is a great culmination of the Musou formula.

04: Kingdom Hearts 2

The best of the Kingdom Hearts franchise and one of the best games I’ve played.

03: Elden Ring

It does just about everything perfectly and despite its length doesn’t overstay its welcome.

02: Signalis

A deeply touching story combined with absolutely stellar gameplay.

01: Pillars of Eternity

A perfect combination of story-telling and deep and enjoyable RPG combat. Didn’t go in to this with particularly high hopes but came away not wanting it to end.