#in which i have no idea how to do clothes still

[igotallthecake]

Pairing: Clark Kent x male bottom reader.

(FIRST STORY BTW)

A/n requests open!

Summary: you and your best friend Clark went out to go drink after a long day at work. Getting drunk and wasted. You two are now in your bedroom having a dick measurement competition, and obviously he wins. And you two had a deal. The loser has to get pounded in bed so hard all night till noon. Well buckle up for a long night of fucking.

Warnings: ass eating, top Clark, bottom m!reader, ass slapping(r!receiving), size difference, rough sex. No breaks. Face down ass up.

“C-Clark this is so embarrassing!!” You had no idea how this happened. First you two were drinking, second you guys were doing a dick measuring competition which you lost sadly. And now here you are face down ass up with ur ass out and ready to be fucked, and with Clark who had all his clothes stripped with his huge massive cock hanging right in the middle of his Luscious thighs.

Clark smiles so mischievously. Oh his stupid fucking grin, knowing he gets to pound his best friends fat ass just makes his cock jump. “Cm’on y/n. We had a deal, whoever wins gets to fuck the other. You promised..” Clark pouts. Resting his chin on your ass. “Well that was until I was the one getting fucked!!” You protested. “ please? Just this once..” those stupid puppy eyes..he always gives you those puppy eyes when he wants something really bad. But who could say no to a face like that?. With a of your eyes You sigh in defeat. “Fine..but only this once!” Clark smiles and nods.

He grabs both of your cheeks. Spreading them to take a look at your pretty pink and hairless hole.

Licking his lips he sticks out his tongue and teasingly licks a huge stripe up your ass. “Mhm..” you moan quietly. Covering your mouth with your hands. Legs already shaking from the pleasure. He licks the inside of your hole. Slithering around your gummy walls. His hand raises and landed straight on your ass. Leaving a huge red imprint. You flinch at the pain but feel a bit of pleasure from it. He gives your ass a few harsh spanks and rubs the sore spots. He continues to lick your hole until it’s nice and lose and ready for him.

“You ready for this cock hm?” His cock is as hard as a rock. He lines it up to your hole and pushes the tip in. “Y-yes daddy! I want it so bad..!” With that he slams in. Practically making your belly bulge from the force. You moan so loudly you forgot to even cover your mouth. Your eyes rolling at the back of your head. Pounding in and out of your hole so hard. Clark’s cock starts to twitch. He grunts through every thrust, getting closer and closer to cumming. And so were you “c-cummi daddy!!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head (I mean who’s wouldn’t??) gripping the sheets “cum with me baby. Cmon cum with daddy.!” Grunting and whimpering bounces off the walls. Clark’s thrusts gets more sloppy and messy. He moans cumming into your hole. Filling every crevice and painting your gummy walls with white slimy cum. He pants, collapsing beside you, chest breathing up and down rapidly. “That..t-that was so good..fuck my ass hurts though..” you both laugh and sigh, Clark grabs you by the waist. Bringing the blanket up and big spoons you. He inserts his cock in your ass and adjusted it in. “W-wait I thought we were done?!” You said with those stupid cute and confused eyes. “Cmon puppy..this is only the beginning we still have all night to go..maybe even all evening..so prepare yourself ;3..”

Bang bang bang moan all night and yeh

A/n: hey my puppy’s I hope you enjoyed that it’s literally my FIRST. Ever fic I have done in..literally ever. I hope you enjoyed and byeee

@boypied @starboye pls notice me I made this for you😞💔❤️🫶🫶

A/n; p.s please anyone try to motivate me I need it to write more bc I’m lazy

[xaviesstarlight]

Blind as a Bat

Synopsis: MC has astigmatism, making her extremely nearsighted and loses her contacts in the N-109 Zone. Note: I have astigmatism, so there’s a good chance I’ll write about it again soon in the future.

The wind is a girl’s worst enemy. Not only does the whirling current cause your hair to fly into your face at the worst possible times, but it can also dry out your eyes when hunting wanderers, causing you to lose your eye contacts. You curse under your breath as your vision suddenly becomes blurry after dodging a wanderer’s attack one night.

In the N-109 Zone.

The N-109 Zone isn’t usually so windy, but a storm is currently on its way. You duck behind a dumpster to hide from the wanderer as you assess just how much you can see in the darkness. You have severe astigmatism, so lights are especially blurry. You can see just fine with your contacts, much better with glasses, but the contacts have never caused you issues before. If it wasn’t for this wind… The wanderer howls, its roar breaking through your thoughts. You can still see the large blurry body like a black mass. As long as you aim at that, you shouldn’t miss. You quickly aim your gun and shoot. The wanderer dissolves into dust.

Smiling, you rush from behind your temporary shelter to grab the wanderer’s protocore for the Association. Your eyes search for colors that stand out among the gritty gunk that covers the N-109 Zone. The protocore should sparkle. You stumble as you look for it when something catches you before you land face-first onto the pavement.

“Careful, kitten,” a familiar, sultry voice says from the darkness. “I thought all cats land on their feet after falling, but I suppose that rule doesn’t apply to you.” Sylus. His energy manipulation evol is what caught you.

You whip your head in the direction of his voice to see a tall figure. Unfortunately, you couldn’t make out any details. If you squint, you could notice his white hair and black clothing, but that’s about it. “Sylus? Do you see the protocore? I can’t find it.”

Sylus clicks his tongue. “Stop playing games, sweetie. It’s right in front of you.”

“Where?”

Sylus freezes. He studies you as you stand before him scanning the ground for the shiny red protocore just a few feet in front of you. You squint your eyes, quickly looking left to right, a restlessness stemming from your frustration. Also when you look in his direction, there’s no focus, no softening of your features that usually occurs when you see him. Sylus waves his hand in front of your face. “Can you not see? What happened to your contacts?”

You fill Sylus in on your situation. “It just so happens,” Sylus responds, “you left a spare pair of glasses at the base. You’re coming back with me.” He grabs your wrist to lead you to his bike before snatching up the protocore using his evol. “You should be grateful I found you before something really bad happened.”

“Worse than being captured by Onychinus after being rendered blind?” you giggle, happily following him. You attempt to make the best of the situation, and going home with your boyfriend after a mission is the best possible outcome on a night like this, but the grip on your wrist tightens.

You couldn’t see Sylus’s expression, but you could hear the fear in his voice as he speaks lower, almost as if through his teeth. “You are fortunate it was me who found you in this state. If anyone else did…” Sylus doesn’t finish his thought.

You gulp, a sense of guilt weighing down on your heart. It wasn’t your fault for losing your contacts, especially at night in the most dangerous area in the country, but you don’t like the idea of making Sylus worry about you. You don’t say another word until you are safely back at the base.

Even though you are more than capable of taking a shower without any type of vision aide, Sylus insists on helping you. “You may have trouble reading the bottles, and how will you know which is the shampoo and which is the conditioner?”

You sigh. Fatigue overtakes your body, so you indulge your boyfriend. You want more than anything to hurry up and finish the shower, so you can put your glasses on after getting washed up. You still haven’t clearly seen Sylus’s face, and the idea of not being able to see him makes you restless.

Once you finish the shower, Sylus dries your hair and hands you your glasses. You put on the black square frames and immediately cup Sylus’s face in your hands, giving him a good look. His crimson eyes soften as they meet your gaze, his lips slightly curving upward. You grin, your shoulders relaxing in relief.

“There you are. It bothered me that I couldn’t see you properly until now. I missed you.”

Sylus chuckles. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek. “You couldn’t see me this whole time? That won’t do, kitten. You really are as blind as a bat.”

“That may be, but I have my crow to see for me.” You boop Sylus’s nose.

Sylus chuckles. “Though I hope this doesn’t happen again, I would gladly be your eyes.”

[siryouarebeingmocked]

>So, lesbian and bisexual women are more likely to be victims of abuse, this doesn't mean that they're more likely to be abusers. Bisexual women (and sometimes lesbians who don't quite figure out they're gay until later in life) still date men.

Okay, but assuming that men and women are equally as likely to be abusers, then the percentage shouldn't change much. The fact that it goes up when a woman likes other ladies is...suggestive.

I've also seen a study or two which specifically checked for all gender combinations, and lesbian relationships were apparently the most likely to be abusive.

IIRC, gay men were the least.

Anyway, here's a bunch of studies indicating women are as/more aggressive as/than men, in straight relationships. Studies and date go from the 60s to 2012, when the page was last updated.

>This also leaves out other factors, such as the fact that women who identify as bisexual or lesbian are a lot more likely to be left-leaning, so they're more likely to report or recognize abuse.

The left has pretty consistently called abuse "violence against women (by men)" for decades, at every level of society. Society in general, left or right, constantly genders abuse as something men do to women.

I've seen plenty of left-wing people who actively downplayed the idea of female on male abuse, and assumed anyone who talked about men defending themselves from physically abusive woman...was just a man who wanted an excuse to hit women.

There have been high-profile protests by feminists against men and women who tried to talk about female on male abuse.

>Now, I admit the original graphic is a little reductive, though it's mostly addressing the men who use "I'm a man, I can't help it!" and "She was asking for it cause she wore revealing clothes!" as excuses.

Which is widely frowned upon, even by men. Feminists love to claim it's widely accepted, when the exact opposite is true.

I love how you can't even directly say OP is wrong. Plenty of horrible ladies have sexually assaulted and harassed other ladies.

Heck, they don't even have to be gay to do it.

>It's a bit peculiar of you to hit back with an (unsourced) statistic which proves nothing about how often wlw actually commit abuse, and use it to imply wlw are more abusive than men (which is also a pretty harmful stereotype against lesbians, I should add)

It's not a stereotype if it's actually true.

"Just over 67% of lesbians who reported that they were a victim of violence from an intimate partner said that the perpetrator was also female.

“It is also important to recognize that women who are battered by their female partners may be accompanied by their batterers to the women’s bathroom, a women’s changing room, a doctor’s examining room and even a domestic violence shelter. Women have told stories of being asked about domestic violence by emergency room nurses while their violent partners, who were assumed to be a helpful friend or sister, looked on.”

Most women’s refuges and other services for women fleeing domestic abuse are set up with the express aim of keeping out men, who may be the abusing partner of these women. However, similar safeguards are not always in place for women fleeing violence from a female partner, who may find that their abuser can gain easy access to the same services that they are accessing" - Written evidence submitted by the Lesbian & Gay Foundation to the UK Parliament, March 2014

The actual source indicates the situation is actually even worse.

Weird how you have more problem with an actual statistic against Tiktok OP's claim than the original, equally unsourced claim, which is pretty clearly based on prejudice against men and in favor of lesbians/women (IMO).

[animasola86]

LOST & FOUND 🫂 CH5

Day Two of your new life as Mommy and Daddy's little girl. This time, it's Daddy's turn to spoil you rotten. But before that: another shared shower that brings you very, very close to him.

soft!Daddy!dom x Mommy!domme x little girl!reader

WARNINGS: F!Reader insert. NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Mommy/Daddy kink. Dd/Md/lg dynamics. Dom/sub undertones. Pet names. Shared bed. Nudity. Shared shower. Size difference. Mutual washing. Angst/Comfort. Frottage/non-penetrative humping. Hand job. Cum shot/eating. (More notes under the cut!)

WORDS: 11.1k 🔷️ READ ON AO3 🔷️ 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

A/N: REMINDER: Reader (we call her pumpkin) is in her 20s, Mommy and Daddy are in their early and late thirties. Everything's more or less consensual. There's a bit of backstory for Reader (who basically suffers from depression and anxiety), but other than that, she's pretty neutral (only attributes she has are: hair long enough to braid and female genitalia, and she's bisexual or at least bi-curious, and leans more to the submissive side of things). In this chapter: It's Daddy's turn, so Mommy only has a few cameos, if you will. ❗ (Please READ THIS if you're confused about the tags I listed this under!) ❗

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After dinner, which you finished full and sated, you spent the rest of the evening on the couch between Mommy and Daddy, both of them with their hand on your thighs. You didn't really pay attention to whatever movie they were watching, you quickly dozed off, snuggling against Daddy's shoulder with Mommy leaning into you.

You had no idea how you got into bed that night or out of your clothes, but when you woke up the next morning, you found Mommy draped around your body, holding you tightly, breathing softly into your neck. Had she spent the whole night here? You felt warm all over, moved by her care and affection, until you noticed that she was completely naked – as were you. Then you felt really hot.

Breathing a little harder, you felt her hand on your boobs, long fingers gliding up and down, pinching your nipple between them. She was fast asleep, you were sure, but you still didn't dare to move away. And when you did try to squirm, she pressed even harder into you, grinding her pelvis against your ass. You really wondered what had happened, what she did to you, what you did to her. There was nothing in your hazy mind.

Even though you should be shocked and appalled, you found yourself disappointed, because you wanted to remember whatever happened between you. Did she have her fingers in your cunt again? Did she make you do the same to her? Maybe she just wanted to cuddle, skin on skin, to share the warmth after a day spent together so intimately?

It wasn't a particularly new sensation though, to not remember what you did. You had phases in those months of darkness were entire days slipped away from you, gone from your mind forever, where maybe nothing happened, or maybe a bit too much. Yesterday had been an intense day, from painful beautification to an endless shopping spree, so maybe at the end of the day, your mind just shut off, not allowing anything new to get in.

Whatever the case, it didn't really matter, because you were sure Mommy would gladly repeat anything that happened between you when you were more conscious. You hoped so. The throb in your cunt hoped so. The way she'd looked at you before dinner (one of the last things you did remember) had been so intense, that hunger in her eyes unrivaled by anything you'd ever seen (except for a somewhat similar kind of hunger in Daddy's eyes).

You still wondered what she meant by having you for dessert.

Shifting slightly in bed, you let your eyes wander through the semi-dark room. Your room. What a strange thought. Maybe if you spent a little bit more time in it, it wouldn't feel as foreign anymore.

A sudden noise cut through your thoughts: the bedroom door opening with a quiet creak. Stiffening under the covers, unconsciously leaning more into Mommy's body, you listened, squeezing your eyes shut as you pretended to be asleep. Before your mind could come up with the only possible explanation for who would enter your room, it gave you a few more ideas, one darker than the next, and all of them made you shiver, some even elicited a little whine from you. You had always been afraid of the dark, and strange noises only fueled your vivid imagination.

But then you felt a warm hand on your shoulder as the mattress dipped a little. “Wake up, pumpkin,” you heard Daddy's quiet voice, a low thrum in the air, a vibration that surged through your body, pushing away any remaining dark thoughts.

Your eyes flew open, sleep (and Mommy) still clinging to you as you shifted to get closer to him. He helped you out of her death grip, and it was only when he pushed the covers down that you remembered that you were stark naked. While shame crashed through you as he pulled you out of bed and onto your feet, you tried to cover up, though he didn't even seem to mind when he gently nudged you into the bathroom.

With your heart nearly exploding in your heaving chest, you stopped in front of the shower, not daring to look back at him, but when you heard the rustle of clothes, you couldn't fight the curiosity after all. You caught a glimpse of tight skin and bulging veins snaking along his abdomen, a trail of dark hair guiding your eyes lower, yet before you got a look at something else, you looked away, your ears burning up badly, your breath hitching in your throat.

He stepped behind you then, his large hands on your shaking shoulders. “There's no shame in nudity, darling,” he whispered softly, leaning in to rub his beard against your soft cheek. “Right? It's all completely natural. Wouldn't you say?”

You swallowed hard, rolling your shoulders under his grip. “Y-yes, Daddy,” you replied quietly, not so sure you would agree. It was one thing to be naked with Mommy, or with another strange woman who was paid to rip hair off intimate places, but Daddy was very clearly a man, and while you'd seen naked men before, you'd never been so close to one as stunning as him. It was intimidating.

You felt even smaller, punier, uglier.

You just couldn't understand what he saw in you when he had someone like Mommy with him. She was clearly the better woman, a real woman, with big natural breasts, a narrow waist and wide hips, a well-shaped rear and long limbs, while you... were not, had none of that, at least in your eyes.

Biting your lip, you fought the strangled sob that tried to squeeze through your tight throat. Daddy seemed to feel your concerns, his hands squeezing your shoulders. You could feel his presence behind you, his tall, wide frame, his warmth, something brushing against your lower back.

“No need to be nervous, pumpkin,” he reassured you, turning his head to kiss your cheek. “It's just a shower. Mommy had one, didn't she? And now it's my turn.”

You inhaled sharply, your exhale a shaky little breath. “O-okay,” you muttered past trembling lips. He moved his hands to your arms, giving them a gentle squeeze, before he nudged you forward, his fingertips brushing against your butt cheeks. You stepped into the shower, still not facing him, and he followed you, closed the door and leaned past you to turn the water on.

You saw his big hands grabbing the bar of soap from one of the little shelves embedded in the wall, rubbing it between his large palms before he started spreading the suds on your shoulders, down your back, around your midriff, up your chest. You just stood there, frozen in place, your eyes closed as you leaned into his ministrations, the water spraying over your head. He is so gentle, you thought, for a big guy like him.

He would only soap you up, no uncomfortable touches, no groping, he wasn't as forward as Mommy had been. He did weigh your breasts in his large hands for a moment, fingers pressing into the soft flesh, his tall frame warm behind you, but it was just another means to clean your body, nothing more. And you almost wished it was more. The longer he moved his hands over you, the more you hoped he'd really touch you. In places Mommy had touched you.

Eventually he'd put the soap away and lean past you again to grab the shampoo. You blinked your eyes open against the constant spray of perfectly-tempered water, inhaling the steam surrounding you, watching his fingers work as he squeezed a little dollop onto his palm.

“Look up, pumpkin,” he said softly, and you did, tilting your head back so he could sink his fingers into your hair. Your eyes fell closed again as he massaged your scalp, little mewls escaping you as you sank into the relaxing touch. Once he'd lathered up your hair and wrapped it into a loose knot, his fingers rubbed down along your neck, before he tilted your head back even more.

You leaned into him, trusting him despite barely knowing him, and he held you with his hand around your elbow, the back of your head meeting his broad chest, and as your eyelids fluttered open, you met his gaze, a smile on his lips before he brought them closer to yours. One of his hands closed around your neck while one of yours moved up to grip his wrist as he leaned down fully to capture your lips for a chaste kiss, a simple pressing and brushing and gliding until a breathless gasp parted your lips.

He held you by the throat as his tongue dipped into your mouth, his beard scratching over your soft skin, the extra tingle sending shivers down your spine and straight between your legs. You clung to him, caught between his arms, back pressed into his chest, head tilted to meet his deep kisses. You didn't quite know what to do with your tongue, letting him move it around, while your own rapid breaths mingled with his.

You felt lightheaded by the time he leaned back a little, bringing his lips lower to kiss along your jaw before he nibbled at your neck, his hand sliding down between the valley of your breasts, his fingertips teasing at the soft mounds. You heard and felt him inhaling deeply, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, his beard rough against your shoulder. One arm snaked around you, while the other hand continued lower. He stopped, however, before he could reach the place you wanted him to touch you the most, where the throbbing was becoming harder and harder to ignore.

He pressed his wide palm into your stomach, fingers spanning so far, before he exhaled against your neck. Another moment ticked past and he straightened up again, shifting you slightly so you stood fully under the spray of the water. As if nothing happened, he returned his hands to your hair and rinsed out the shampoo. You were left standing on trembling legs, still a little breathless, lips tingling, skin aflame under his touches.

This shouldn't feel so good, so comfortable, the doubts kept reminding you as they tried pushing past the cotton in your head. You didn't know this man and yet you allowed him to touch you like this. Sure, it was just a shower, but he was washing you like he would wash a child, or at least it felt like it, someone under his care, someone who couldn't do it themself. But then this was your role now, wasn't it? Letting these people take care of you, pamper you, treat you like the little girl they wanted you to be.

You were supposed to call them Mommy and Daddy, so really, what did you expect would happen?

The thing was, beneath the few doubts still screaming in your mind, there was content silence as you leaned into the capable hands of the man you barely knew but felt strangely connected to already. There was a clear attraction you couldn't deny, the insistent throb in your core, the little drip of your arousal mixing with the water cascading down your body, it was all real. And frankly, you were too tired to fight it.

After months of neglect and darkness and wasting away, it was the change you needed, and you'd do anything to keep it that way.

Daddy still had his fingers in your hair, soothing out knots and snarls, so careful you barely noticed it. You kept your eyes closed, leaning into him, feeling the bulk of his body behind you, the constant little pressure of something against your back.

“Daddy?” you whispered through the spray of the water.

“Yes, pumpkin?” he replied, his voice that deep vibration that made your heart beat faster.

“Can I wash you too?”

His hands paused. “If you want to,” he said then, smoothing your hair down, brushing his fingers over your shoulders and along your arms.

You felt him stepping back a little, and you inhaled deeply, opened your eyes and turned around, not only presenting your front to him but taking a first look at him as well. Your cheeks were already burning, and you tried your damnedest to keep your eyes above his navel. You could see a little smirk as he leaned past you and grabbed the soap again, holding it on his palm.

Your fingers closed around it while you held his gaze, breathing a little harder. The spray of the water kept hitting the back of your head, but you didn't care, you focused on him, on his tall frame. You felt so small standing before him like this, having to tilt your head back to look up at him. The expression on his handsome face was calm, patient and curious, his warm eyes raking up and down your body as you rubbed the bar of soap between your hands.

And just like that, you felt nervous, that same intimidating feeling taking over as you finally took a closer look at his body. As cheesy as the thought felt in your head, you couldn't help but compare him to those marble statues you'd seen in the museum before. Smooth skin, tight over hard muscles and bulging veins, perfectly sculpted body, toned arms and torso and legs (you did dare a look lower, still vehemently ignoring the sight between his thighs though), the only difference were the patches of dark hair between his pecs, trailing down his stomach, leading lower to –

Suddenly you felt his hand grabbing yours, bringing the soap up to his chest. You blinked, looking up at him, your face positively aflame. His gaze was kind, but his eyes were darker than usual. He guided your hand (and the soap) over his skin, watching you closely. You inhaled deeply, focusing on the task, rubbing more and more suds over him, and eventually he let you do it on your own.

The cotton in your head expanded as the doubts grew quieter, and you simply enjoyed being able to take care of him like this. He turned around for you, presenting more muscles under tight skin, and as you massaged his broad back, feeling the occasional twitch jerk through his body, you let your eyes wander, blushing deeply as they landed on his (of course equally well-shaped) rear. He stood perfectly still, a mountain of a man, a sight you'd never seen up close before.

But the more you touched him and explored the bumps and dents and ridges of his body, the more comfortable you felt about it, no longer as intimidated. You stepped closer and stretched behind him, trying to reach around his shoulders and up his neck, but you gave up when you slipped on the tiles, stumbling into him. He turned then, one arm around you, holding you up, an amused smile on his lips.

Trying to play it cool, you carefully took his hand and lifted his arm a little, moving the soap up and down, smiling softly when you wondered if he was as ticklish as you were, but you fought the temptation and concentrated on lathering him up. Once the other arm was done too, you paused, nervously fidgeting with the bar between your fingers, your eyes fixed on the hard muscles of his abdomen.

“I can take it from here, pumpkin,” he said quietly over the rush of water behind you.

You bit your lip, wanting to focus lower, really wanting to, itching to look at him, all of him, but before you could make a move, he took the soap from you and moved it between his large hands. You blinked, caught between wanting to watch him and to give him some privacy (strange concept when you were so close to him, when from the moment you stepped into their house, privacy and personal space were no longer on the menu).

A finger on your chin made you look up at him. “Have you ever seen a cock before, darling?” he asked nonchalantly.

You almost choked on your own spit. After clearing your throat, you averted your eyes and nodded.

“Touched one too?”

You nodded again, though the memory of that was hazy and somehow not as pleasant as you'd like to think. But that didn't stop you from wanting to touch him, even if you had no idea how to approach the matter.

“Give me your hand,” Daddy said quietly, extending his own, palm up.

You inhaled deeply, chewing on the inside of your cheek, then placed your small hand into his. You watched with bated breath how he brought your joined hands to his groin, your eyes wandering over the thicket of hair where some of the soap suds had seeped into, and then...

His cock was warm, firmer than you expected, not hard, but definitely not soft like the ones you had come into contact with before. He gently placed your hand under it, holding it up. It was heavy and... Your hand looked so small, your fingers not even able to wrap completely around it. “Big,” you whispered out loud, blinking at the sight and feel of him. Long and girthy, a prominent vein pressing into your palm, a little throb to it, the head poking out from a layer of tight skin.

A soft chuckle sounded in your ears, making you look up nervously. He smiled at you, amusement making his eyes crinkle. Your lips twitched, but you had to look away again, feeling so hot and bothered your chest was rising and falling faster. He kept his hand under yours, slowly moving it up and down his thick shaft, knuckles brushing against the soft flesh of his balls, and the more you touched of him, the more intimidated you felt all over again.

You stared at how your hand, guided by his, kept stroking his impressive cock, unblinkingly, and your eyes started burning from the hot steam around you. Though your head was full of cotton, focused on him, a few louder voices made it through. The doubts were back, but also a nagging realization. Despite the intimate encounters you had with these people you were supposed to call Mommy and Daddy, it suddenly dawned on you that they were expecting something from you too.

They didn't just want to care for you, cuddle and pamper you, buy you clothes and feed you, and even if they never explicitly said so, you knew there was more. Like Mommy's fingers in your cunt. Daddy's hands weighing your breasts. Their deep kisses that were anything but innocent. You were their toy, in a way, something to play with, something to use.

And holding this heavy cock in your hand only churned the nervous tension in your stomach. That thing was supposed to be inside you. That much was obvious, clear as day, and yet, you couldn't see it. It wasn't that you didn't want it, the throb in your cunt definitely wanted it, but the thought was scary. Not just the fact that he was so big and you were so small and it would never fit, but somehow you couldn't quite understand why he'd even want this, with you of all people.

And what if he won't like it? What if he really won't fit, deeming you... unusable? What if you didn't meet his expectations? They never said so, but your whole situation, this entire relationship, was centered around kink and sex, wasn't it? And if you couldn't deliver, would they send you away again? Why would they keep you?

Your heart was thundering in your chest, breaths erratic, your hand unconsciously tightening around his shaft. Tears burned in your eyes, and when a single croaked sob escaped you, you felt him letting go of your hand before he cupped your face and pulled your chin up, leaning down to look at you.

“What's the matter, pumpkin?” he whispered softly, concern deepening the lines on his forehead.

You blinked your eyes into focus, meeting his warm gaze. Your lips parted, but no words came out. His thumbs rubbed over your cheeks, catching the tears falling freely now.

“Shh, it's alright, don't cry,” he cooed, bringing his lips to your temple. “Talk to me, baby girl.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Will... will I be enough?” you managed to croak out, licking your trembling lips.

He leaned back, watching you with a frown. “Darling, of course! You are enough, you are more than enough. You are everything we've ever wanted,” he told you, his hands tightening around your head as he bent down to press his forehead to yours.

“B-but you... you don't even know me...” you muttered, more tears welling up in your eyes.

“Oh baby,” he whispered, pulling you against him until your cheek rested right between his pecs, his steady heartbeat loud in your ear.

His strong arms wrapped around you, squeezing softly, the embrace tight enough to dampen the doubts for a moment. You went limp, your hands falling to your sides. When he spoke, his voice was a low vibration ringing deep in your bones, silencing the echoing voices.

“We may have just met, but the moment I first saw you, when I first looked into your beautiful eyes, I knew it,” he said, his large hands rubbing up and down your back. “Knew that I would never let you go, that I'd have to guide you, help you, do everything in my power to see this wonderful girl smile and laugh and be happy again. I saw how lost you were, pumpkin, and I know you have your doubts, but you are no longer alone, no matter what your mind is telling you and has told you for so long. We will not push you away, we're here for you, Mommy and me, and as strange as it may seem to you, we have been looking for you, and we will only let you go when you are the strong, confident person you once were, who was excited about the world and its opportunities.”

You leaned against him, crying soundlessly, warmed by the water and his words. He rested his chin on top of your head, curling himself around you.

“Don't be afraid or intimidated by us, by me, by anything. You have no reason to. We want you, sweet girl, all of you, and we will do anything to empty that pretty head of yours,” he whispered, his chest moving against you when he inhaled deeply. “But we'll do so at your pace, okay? No need to panic or doubt yourself. We'll make you feel so good, pumpkin.”

You had to give it to him. He could both calm and comfort you, but also make you incredibly hungry for more. The itch in your core grew so strong you had to clamp your thighs together in an attempt to relieve the tension. Squirming in his hold, your hands moved up to grip at his sides, fingers gliding over shifting muscles, warm skin pressing into yours, his cock hard and heavy against your stomach.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked softly, his hands teasing lower, fingers curling around the slopes of your rear. “You can ask for anything. I'm here for you, okay? Daddy's got you.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, breathing harder. You had no idea how to even word the need crashing through your insides, so you kept shifting from one foot to the other, rubbing yourself against his hard body, your hands clawing at his lower back.

“Do you want me to touch you, baby girl?” he rasped, his fingertips dipping between your butt cheeks.

You stiffened, pausing the squirming, before you pressed your rear against his hands, a mumbled “Yes” escaping you. A rumble went through his chest when he gave a little laugh, slipping his hands lower, cupping your ass properly. And then he lifted you effortlessly, pulling you up and against him. Your arms wrapped around his neck while you instinctively pressed your thighs against his waist.

He shifted you slightly, one hand curled around your shoulder, the other slipping beneath you, and then it happened, your heated center pushed right against his cock, hard and stiff, pointing upwards, pressed between his lower stomach and your body. The spray of the shower hit your back, a steady stream of warmth adding to the heat gathering low in your core.

His hands settled on your waist, a strong grip, and when you leaned back a little to look at him, you saw him watching you, his face a little tight, that muscle in his jaw twitching, and his eyes were... intense. There was hunger. A dark stare.

“Cross your legs behind me,” he told you, and you did. “Hold onto my shoulders, yes, like that. And now, grind on me, baby girl.” He started the motion by gently moving your body up and down so that his shaft would press right between your labia, the head catching on your clit, and just that first stroke already blurred your vision.

Your hands dug into his shoulders, your pelvis working against him, up and down, back and forth, a slow rubbing and grinding, the heat and bulk of him gliding through your slick slit. The tension grew, your lips parted, chest heaving, heart thundering. He kept his hold on you, watching you, guiding you as you moved against him. Little moans escaped you, your limbs tensing and twitching around him.

You could feel him getting even harder, throbbing against you. Every upwards slide and downwards stroke sent shivers down your spine, little tingles that went all the way into your toes and fingertips, and when you could barely move anymore, he kept going, pushing you up and down, his fingers tight around your waist, probably leaving bruises, but you needed the strong hold, the reminder that he was there, helping you.

The friction felt like nothing you'd ever felt before, somehow both soothing and scorching hot, burning through your nerves, setting the cotton in your head on fire, and all you could feel was him. You tried keeping up with the grinding and sliding, but all those shudders felt out of your control, so you leaned in, wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your cheek against his, the scratch of his beard adding to the sensation. You were breathing frantically as your hips undulated against him, faster now, desperate to find that sweet release.

A low groan vibrated through him as he shifted his hands to cup your rear, pushing and pulling you into him, the additional pressure sending even more shock waves through your body. The heat built and built, your clit throbbing, the head of his cock rubbing and prodding it, his warmth all-consuming. You were teetering on the edge, so close, and then he spoke, low in your ear, a deep thrum that shot straight into your clenching cunt.

“Come for me, baby,” he rasped. “Come on Daddy's cock.”

You couldn't even control it anymore, it just happened, the tension almost painful until it finally exploded, like fireworks behind your eyelids, a sudden surge of energy through your entire body, a soothing wave, a roaring storm, all at once. You came with a croaked little cry, a breathless "Daddy!", burying your face in the crook of his neck, your hands clawing at his shoulders, your legs twitching as your toes curled.

He held you, slowed the grinding motions, and you noticed him twitching too, a little jerk through his big body, another quiet groan, before something warm and wet gathered between your bodies, slippery on your already soapy skin. You felt him, thick and warm pressed against your swollen labia, the echo of that delicious friction still thrumming through your nerves. Exhaling loudly, you relaxed against him, holding onto him.

His lips brushed against your damp forehead. “My good girl,” he whispered, his voice rougher than before, causing you to smile into his neck. You felt safe in his arms, any kind of worry silenced, pushed to the far back.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you murmured, slowly making the effort to lean back a little, angling your cunt a bit more against him, the motion making that muscle in his jaw twitch as you looked at him. The hardness left his eyes when he smiled at you. “That felt really good...”

“It did, hm?” he mused, nuzzling your cheek. “For me too, pumpkin.”

He leaned in and brushed his lips against yours, and you grabbed his face and pulled him closer, finding the courage to deepen the kiss. A surprised little moan escaped him, further pushing you to show him how much you liked whatever was happening between the two of you.

Your tongue pressed between his lips, quickly met by his, and while they glided frantically against the other, a wild dance that stoked the fire within you, he tightened his grip on your ass and suddenly moved, stepping away from the constant spray of warm water, until your back hit the wet tiles, a cold shiver crashing over you.

You gasped into his mouth, eyes flying open, meeting his heated gaze. His hands moved up your sides, big palms rubbing at the goosebumps spreading all over your body. The missing support made you clench your legs tighter around him (which pressed your cunt harder against his cock), your fingers curling around his neck as he cupped your face and pulled you in again, his tongue delving deep, your rapid breaths mingling with his.

You clung to him, desperate for more, your hips already grinding against him again, your back rubbing up and down the wall. He watched you through hooded eyes, slowing the movements of his tongue and lips before stopping altogether, tilting his head to rest his forehead against yours, labored breaths fanning over your tingling lips.

“Needy little thing,” he whispered in an amused tone. “You've warmed up pretty fast to me, hm?”

You felt the heat crashing into your cheeks, a slightly embarrassed giggle escaping you as you stilled the undulating of your pelvis. “You're so easy to warm up to, Daddy, I can't help it,” you mumbled back, biting your swollen lip.

“That's okay, pumpkin, I'm glad you did. I like to see this hunger in your eyes,” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “But we should take it slower now, wouldn't you say?” You pursed your lips, considering, when he added: “Show me your fingers.”

He leaned back, shifting you in his hold, his hands back under your thighs, when you took one hand away from his neck and held it up to him, frowning slightly. His eyes traveled from your face to your fingers, a smile widening on his lips.

“Look at that, you're all pruney...” he mused, leaning his head closer until he could press a kiss to your digits. “This shower escalated quite a bit, huh?”

You chuckled nervously, teasing your wrinkled fingertips against his beard. He exhaled loudly through his nose as the muscle in his jaw twitched again, moving under your fingers.

“So tempting,” he muttered under his breath, his dark eyes boring into yours as you kept tracing the edges of his facial hair. “Pumpkin, we have an entire day of this ahead of us, let's get moving, yeah?”

You nodded, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. With a little grunt, he pulled you away from the wall and set you on your feet again, after nudging your thighs apart, and begrudgingly you let go of him, sliding down his body, your core mourning the loss of his cock pressed against it.

This time, you openly stared at it, marveling at the different shape, noticing it was even longer and girthier than upon your first inspection. The mushroom head was red and glistening, the shaft tight, the veins more pronounced, and it bobbed angrily against his lower stomach as he took a step back.

“Eyes up here, baby girl,” he said sternly, but when you looked at him, blushing profusely, he grinned at you.

You blinked, your eyes flicking over his face as your lips twitched, and you watched him curiously when he leaned up and grabbed the shower head. He rinsed the rest of the soap suds off your body, then his, and you noticed something else smeared on his abdomen, but then he rubbed his hand over it and washed it down the drain too.

“Can I clean you too?” he asked quietly, shower head in his big hand.

You frowned, wanting to say he already did, when he pointed the jet of water at your stomach, slowly moving lower. “Oh,” you mouthed, then nodded, your blush spreading down to your shoulders. Slowly you opened your legs a little, holding your breath when he brought the warm water to your mound. Your heart gave a sudden jerk when he lowered his free hand and gave your core a gentle rub, your cunt clenching around nothing when he brushed against your swollen clit.

He bent down a little and moved his hand and the water between your thighs, rinsing your legs, fingers pressing lightly into your soft flesh. The need flared up again, your eyes skipping from what he was doing back to his cock, and you wondered why he didn't do anything about how hard he was. You were right here, weren't you?

From the deepest point of your mind came a weak shout of rage, reminding you that you shouldn't be so eager, so willing, so easy. He might not like that. He did call you needy. But at the same time you were kind of proud of yourself to even have these urges. It had been so long, and it only took this man (and Mommy) a bit over twenty-four hours to change the wires in your brain, at least a little. It was a start. A horny start, but a start nonetheless.

“Daddy?” you whispered as he put the shower head back, letting the two of you soak in the steady stream from the rainfall shower above you for a bit longer.

“Yes, pumpkin?” he asked, his hands resting casually on your hips.

“C-can I help you with... y-you know...” you stammered, losing your confidence as soon as you uttered the words, or tried to.

A smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. “With what, baby?” he teased, making you squirm, your eyes moving from his face down to his groin. “No, say it. Tell me what you want to do.”

You inhaled deeply, shame burning through your body. “I...” you started, forcing yourself not to lose steam. “I want... I mean... you... you're... hard... right? And I... I thought...” You averted your eyes, your nostrils flaring. You couldn't say it. You could touch it, rub your cunt against it, come on it, but say its name? Never.

His fingers pushed against your chin, making you look up at him while his other hand gently grabbed yours, long fingers curling around your wrist. “What do you want to do, pumpkin?” he asked pointedly. “Give me a full sentence.”

You kept squirming, furrowing your eyebrows. “M-make... makeyoucome,” you blurted out quietly. “Iwannamakeyoucome!”

He laughed softly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “Once more, slower.” As gentle as his tone was, there was an underlying authority behind his words, demanding, dominating. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“I...” You squared your shoulders, facing him fully. “I want to make you come, Daddy.”

He nodded, smiling. “And how do you want to do that?”

A frustrated huff escaped you, and the flicker of a dark shadow moved over his handsome face. You blinked, staring at him. “By... by touching your...”

“Yes?”

Your eyes were burning, his scrutinizing gaze tightening your throat. You looked away, down his body, basically staring at his cock again, willing the word onto your tongue. But it didn't work. Only a croak escaped you.

Daddy's hand curled around your jaw, pulling your face up and closer to him. You blinked a tear away. “Cock,” he said, his eyes boring into yours. “Say it.”

You licked your lips, shivering even under the warm spray of water. “C-co...”

He raised his eyebrows, waiting, his lips forming the word, trying to help you along.

“Cock,” you gasped out, your eyes widening, your cheeks burning up.

He rubbed your chin and smiled wider. “Now give me a full sentence.”

You exhaled loudly through your nose, swallowing hard. “I... I want to make you come by... by touching your... your cock...” you muttered.

“Good enough,” he said, patting your warm cheek. “Let's get dried up first, okay?”

You heaved a sigh of relief, nodding with a shy smile.

After he patted you down with one of those soft towels, your hair in a tight towel turban on top of your head, he held out a tube of lotion, for your skin, he said, watching you as you took it with your cheeks still aflame. As you dared a look into the large halfway-fogged-up mirror, you could see the reddened skin on your legs and your mound, under your armpits, still sensitive from the waxing. Unscrewing the cap, you chewed on your bottom lip, that need flaring up again as your eyes moved back to him.

He was drying himself off, one towel around his waist, the other on his head where he rubbed it over his short hair. “Need my help, pumpkin?” he offered with a smirk.

“I... I can do it,” you muttered, awkwardly crouching down to start applying the lotion to your legs.

“I know you can,” he said, lowering the towel, his hair tousled in a way that made him look at least five years younger. You looked away quickly, that insistent heat settling low in your stomach. “But you can still ask for help, you know? I wouldn't mind...”

You kept chewing on your swollen lip, quickly finishing your legs, before you stood up again, watching him. You put another dollop onto your palm and rubbed your hands together, then put the cool cream under your arms. He took a step closer, his large frame towering over you as he gently took the tube from your slick hands.

You froze when he squirted some onto his hand and started rubbing it into your back, his fingers applying just the right amount of pressure that made you shiver deeply, quiet moans slipping from your lips when he kneaded your stiff shoulders. His hands moved lower when he leaned over you a little. “This okay?” he breathed into your ear, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

“Yes,” you whispered, closing your eyes when his fingers slid along your sides, following the curves of your body.

A sudden slap to your ass cheek made you yelp and jump forward, his other hand curling around your shoulder to pull you back. As a dull little pain throbbed beneath your skin, he leaned in again, resting his bearded chin on your bare shoulder. “Ask me, baby girl,” he said quietly, his voice hoarse.

You swallowed audibly, blinking against the steam of the room and the shame filling your cheeks. “C-can you...” His hand moved around your body, large palm pressing to your stomach. You looked down, breathing a little harder. “Can you... touch me...” you whispered barely audible, your pulse thundering in your ears as you moved your own hand to place it on top of his, giving it a gentle nudge downwards. “Here?”

“Where, pumpkin?” he rasped into your ear, rubbing his rough cheek against your jaw.

“Between my legs?”

“What's it called?”

You huffed a frustrated little sigh, pulling your hand away and clenching it into a fist at your side. It wasn't that he sounded condescending or trying to mock you, but you just couldn't talk like that, you never had, never even asked for these things in the first place.

He sensed your apprehension, exhaling against your cheek as he straightened up again. His hands found your arms, and he turned you around a little, then grabbed your chin and made you look up at him.

“You have to learn to voice your needs, baby,” he told you quietly. “It's nothing to be ashamed of. I cannot read your mind, even if I can sense what you want, but I want you to say it. I told you, you can ask me absolutely anything.”

His eyes moved over your flushed face, your own blurry from the tears burning within them. Tears of frustration mostly, anger at yourself. The lump in your throat grew bigger the longer you looked at him, at his handsome face, cheeks slightly red from the warm air, hair still messy, eyes so warm and deep, the shape of his lips so enticing... And you felt so small and so stupid.

Averting your eyes, you clenched your hand around the tube of lotion, before you raised it up, showing him, then moved your eyes down, tilting your hips slightly. An amused exhale escaped his lips. “Say it, pumpkin, I know you can do it.”

“I can't!” you huffed, shaking your head, the first tear spilling from your lashes. You struggled in his hold, and he let you slip from it when you turned around and slammed the lotion onto the vanity, your shoulders shaking. “Never mind...”

He didn't sigh or show any sign of disappointment or frustration himself, he just followed you, his arms coming around your body as he pulled you back against his chest, embracing you tightly, his chin resting on top of your head.

“It's just a word, baby girl,” he whispered. “Don't beat yourself up over it. But for the future, we're going to work on your communication skills. And we will, and it'll be fine. It's so important to know what the other wants and needs and thinks, and there is no shame in sharing. It's freeing, trust me. One day, you'll like it too.”

He moved his hands down your sides as he leaned back a little, his fingers curling around your hips before he gripped them tightly and pulled your rear against his front. You gasped a little when you realized he'd dropped the towel, his cock pressing warm and hard into your lower back.

“I for one would really like to feel your small hands on my cock now,” he said quietly, continuing to rub your backside against himself, his fingertips digging into your flesh. “But I would also really like to rub my fingers over your cunt. Your skin must be burning a little, right, pumpkin? Let me help you. Would you like my fingers on your cunt, baby?”

You swallowed, your chest rising and falling faster. The throb between your legs grew with every low vibrating word he uttered. “Yes, Daddy,” you mumbled under your breath. “Please... touch my...”

“Cunt,” he repeats quietly, one of his hands moving lower, fingertips teasing at the irritated skin. “Or would you prefer pussy?”

You couldn't help the shame crashing through you. It was a deep-rooted thing, words you'd never used before. You knew it was silly, they were just words, like he said, but it felt wrong to say them out loud, as well as voicing your depraved little needs. But then it should also be wrong to be this intimate with a literal stranger, or to call a grown man who wasn't your father Daddy. Thinking about it, you realized naming certain body parts really was the less perverted thing here...

He shifted behind you, taking a half-step around you. You turned your head a little, watching him out of the corner of your eye when he gently grabbed your hand and moved it back until your fingers brushed against something warm. You inhaled sharply when he curled your digits around his shaft.

“Cock,” he whispered, holding your hand there, while moving his other to grab your free one, bringing it to rest flush against your mound. “Cunt,” he added.

You chewed on the loose skin on your bottom lip. After taking another shaking breath, you gave his length a gentle squeeze. “Cock,” you whispered, then moved your other hand a little lower, fingertips teasing along your slit. “Cunt.”

A soft laugh escaped him before you felt his lips on your warm cheek. “Good girl!” he praised, the words rushing through you like liquid fire, sending pleasant shivers down your spine.

He pried your hand off his cock and gently turned you around, smiling down at you. Your face was practically burning, but you met his gaze, a timid smile grazing your lips. He leaned past you and grabbed the lotion tube off the vanity, squirting some onto his fingers. Then he waited.

Swallowing the remnants of the lump in your throat, you looked at him. “Can you put that on my... cunt?” you then asked quietly, a little furrow between your eyebrows.

His face lit up. “With pleasure, baby girl,” he replied, leaning down to brush his lips against yours while his hand moved right between your thighs, the cooling lotion making you gasp against him as he rubbed it gently over your warm skin. He put most of it onto the gentle slope of your sex, teasing it against your outer labia, but then used his other hand to give your clit a little prod.

You twitched against him, your breath hitching in your throat. His thumb pushed firmly between your lower lips and rubbed upwards under the hood, and the coming nudge against that sensitive bundle of nerves made you squirm into him, your hand finding his wrist. To keep his hand there or to push him away, you weren't sure.

“Remember what else you wanted to do, pumpkin?” he said quietly against your lips, his hooded eyes intense as you met them.

“Make you come,” you replied just as quietly, blinking the rising embarrassment away.

He nodded, giving you another peck, before he leaned away, his hands moving around your thighs. In one swift motion he had lifted you up and sat you on the edge of the vanity, your legs pushed wide apart as he stepped between them, his cock bouncing slightly against his thigh and then against yours. He settled his hands on your hips, looking down at you with a smile.

“Do you want to try out what works or do you want me to show you how?” he asked, tilting his head.

Your hands already inched closer to him, your eyes glued to the long and girthy appendage in front of you. He wasn't as hard as before anymore, the head halfway covered by his tight skin, but the veins were just as prominent, a little throb to them as you stared at them. With your gaze fixed on him, you didn't even care how exposed you were, though your cunt seemed to weep just being so close to his cock, the constant clench of it as soothing as it was infuriating. But this wasn't about you.

You wanted to please the man who had been so patient with you, so gentle. Nobody had ever treated you like this, and you felt as if you owed him something in return. “I... I wanna try,” you finally mouthed, licking your lips as you looked up at him. He nodded, still smiling, his hands on your hips giving you a soft squeeze.

“Go ahead, don't be shy.”

You had told him you'd seen and touched a cock before, but now that you were so close and personal with one (without water and anxiety clouding your vision), it could have been all a lie. You remembered hesitant fumbles under blankets or into loose shorts, something warm and fleshy, sometimes leaky and wet, a throb to it. Your hand moving up and down, squeezing, shifting skin, a little jerk, a groan, then stickiness all over your fingers. All in a matter of seconds, really. Compared to what you'd already done to Daddy's cock, everything else you ever experienced was blatant child's play.

Inhaling deeply, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and focused on the task at hand, literally. When you eventually touched him, cradling him in both of your hands, feeling the weight again, the warmth, the bulging veins, your mind slowly emptied, the cotton expanding, your entire concentration on doing a good job. You looked up gingerly, meeting his patient gaze, eyes crinkled, lips curled. Your heart beat faster just seeing him like that.

He didn't do this for his own pleasure, this was about you getting used to handling his cock. And you were grateful. You still had no idea what they expected of their new submissive, but you'd figured it must be sexual favors, and judging by how your whole body tensed under the prospect, in a good way, you knew you could handle it, you wanted it, wanted to please them and make them proud and stay in their favor.

Still mesmerized by his dark eyes, you curled one hand around his shaft. You weren't able to close your fist, but when you started moving it slowly up and down, you knew it was enough when he hummed softly. “Just like that, pumpkin,” he whispered, watching you closely, his hands still on your hips as if he wanted to ground you, show you he was there if you needed him.

You gave him a shy smile and continued, squeezing his warm flesh, shifting the tight skin and veins under your palm. Whenever you reached the head, you'd curl your hand a little, giving it an extra squeeze before pulling the skin taut again, eliciting more little hums and low moans from him. You kept watching him, taking in every tiny twitch, of his lips, of that muscle in his jaw, observing how his mouth opened slightly, how his eyebrows moved a little.

“Is this good, Daddy?” you breathed softly, increasing your ministrations.

“Perfect, baby girl,” he rasped, voice already tense and hoarse. His fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh of your hips before he suddenly let go. You paused, frowning. “Keep going,” he said with a nod while his hands moved up to your head and slowly unfurled the towel turban holding your hair.

He freed it with confident fingers while you kept stroking his cock, your wet tresses falling over your shoulders before he eased them down gently, carefully pulling at some snarls. Then, he cupped your face, leaning in.

“You're so good for me, baby,” he cooed, nuzzling your temple, inhaling deeply. You closed your eyes, smiling softly as you felt his lips trail along the side of your face until he reached your mouth. “So beautiful, so talented.”

Heat crashed through you as you gasped into his mouth when he pushed his tongue between your lips, the kiss slow and gentle, your hand on his shaft stilling its movements for a moment. He kept one hand on your face, thumb under your chin to guide the kiss, while his other hand joined yours, giving it a gentle nudge as he curled his long fingers around yours, picking up the pace again. You replied with a tighter squeeze to his hardened cock as your joined hands slid up and down his length, quicker and rougher, his breaths sounding more labored as they mingled with yours.

He broke the kiss, panting into your mouth, forehead pressed to yours, and your eyes fluttered open as his squeezed shut, and you watched the tension on his face growing stronger, tighter, before it suddenly eased, a low groan escaping him as you felt his cock throbbing against your palm, his hips bucking into your hand. The hand that used to guide yours slammed down on the vanity to steady himself, his body giving another jerk, and then you felt something warm splashing against your thigh and stomach.

Looking down you saw the angry red tip spurting thick ropes of cum onto your skin, your hand still holding him steady, his hips still pushing against your fist. He stilled eventually, his tall frame relaxing, a deep exhale, a warm breath, hitting your tingling lips. The hand on your face (that had curled into your hair but you had been too mesmerized by the sight in front of you to complain) slipped down to your shoulder, then landed on the counter next to your hip as well as he just stood there, breathing deep, eyes still closed.

You didn't dare to move for a moment, just holding his still heavy but slowly softening cock, some of his cum dripping down your digits. You'd think you'd be disgusted by it (like you'd been in the past), but instead you were fascinated, enthralled even, by the feel and warmth of his spend, almost tempted to bring it to your lips and taste it...

He moved then, straightening up a bit, his hands finding your face again as his eyes opened, a soft warm glow in them, a smile spreading over his entire face. “Thank you, pumpkin,” he said hoarsely, watching you as you smiled back, heat crashing into your cheeks.

“You're welcome, Daddy,” you whispered a little timidly.

He caressed your warm face, thumbs rubbing over the corners of your lips. Slowly he tilted your head down as you both looked at how his cum covered your stomach and crotch and legs in thick globs, gravity slowly pulling it lower. He leaned back, taking one hand off your face to touch the hand still clutching at his cock. Let go, he whispered, and you did. Holding your hand, he moved your fingertips up your lower stomach, gathering his seed.

“This will always be yours, baby girl,” he said softly, raising your joined hands to make you look at the wet sheen on your fingers. “Soon, very soon, I will put every single drop into your cute little cunt, because that's where it belongs, right, pumpkin? It belongs to you... just like your cunt belongs to me, and I will do whatever I want with it...”

His voice was so low and gentle, a little hypnotic, and almost as if he was talking to himself. You blinked at his words (both vile and enticing), not quite understanding but nodding all the same. “Yes, Daddy,” you mouthed, watching him, your eyes going a little cross-eyed as he brought your glistening fingers closer to your mouth.

“Tongue out, baby,” he ordered gently, and you parted your lips and extended your tongue, waiting. He moved your fingers closer, and as soon as they touched, the taste exploded in your mouth, a little bitter and salty, but there was something about it that set the cotton in your head on fire. Your cunt clenched as you flicked your tongue around your digits, licking up as much as you could gather.

He watched you with dark eyes, his face a bit stoic, focused on how you cleaned your hand. His own moved back down and swept up more until your stomach and sex were more or less clean, and when he brought his fingers to your mouth, your saliva-slick hand closed around his wrist as you pulled it closer, hungrily licking up the rest.

“Pumpkin,” he croaked out, a little shiver crashing down his tall frame as he observed you with an intensity that made you lick around his digits slower. You felt him pushing them deeper into your mouth, onto your tongue, almost teasing at the back of your throat, and you didn't mind, you just stared at him, your vision a little blurry, overcome by whatever kind of lust was swirling through your body. “Pumpkin!”

You gasped, his fingertips giving a little nudge, a deep prod, that made you flinch and almost gag, and he quickly pulled his hand back, soothing it along your throat. You swallowed against his palm as you blinked in slight confusion.

“You are quite the temptress, hm, baby girl?” he mused, leaning back fully now, his hands mindlessly rubbing over your inner thighs. “I just wanted to take a shower with you... and look at us now,” he added, chuckling slightly.

You bit your lip, giving him a smile/frown combo, wondering yourself what had happened. He bent down a little, brushing his nose against yours before pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth.

“It's alright, we still have enough time,” he said, and you noticed him stealing a glance at the watch lying on a pile of clothes on a cupboard opposite the vanity.

“For what, Daddy?” you whispered curiously.

He rolled his shoulders, stretching his neck, before he flashed you a dazzling smile that made your core throb badly. “For another little adventure,” he replied cryptically. “I'm sure you'll love it just as much as I will. Come on, now, let's get you ready, okay?”

You were still sitting on the counter, crossing your feet to swing them innocently as you watched him fumble with something in the cabinets next to the mirror. When he handed you your prepared toothbrush, you blushed deeply, but quickly took it, turned and held it under the faucet for a moment before following the hint. While you brushed your teeth, he grabbed a hair brush and started untangling your tresses, gently gliding it through once it was all smooth.

“Come down for me?” he asked, and you jumped off the vanity and turned for him, facing him in the mirror as he stood tall behind you, his hands quickly continuing taking care of your hair. He was really good at it, you were surprised, even more so when his nimble fingers parted your hair and started arranging it into two braids that started at your temples, working around your head until he picked up a small hair tie and fastened the thin ends.

“Where did you learn that?” you asked past the toothbrush in your mouth, honestly mesmerized by what he was able to do, too mesmerized to mind your manners, but he didn't seem to care.

“Mommy taught me,” he replied, meeting your gaze in the mirror. “And you know, braiding hair and braiding rope is kind of similar.”

“Braiding rope?” you asked with a frown.

He finished the second braid, then put his hands on your shoulders, leaning down. “All in good time, pumpkin. I'd say you're in for some surprises,” he mused with a soft chuckle. While confusion washed over you, he kissed your cheek, then nudged you closer to the sink.

After you were done with your teeth, he made you wash your face, still as gentle and patient as before, and when he told you to use the toilet, you felt a little weird and like a child all over again, but he'd give you a kiss, then gathered the clothes from the cupboard and left the bathroom, telling you to join him when you were done.

Luckily the cotton in your head kept you from falling into that familiar pit of doubts again, so you just did as you were told, not thinking much of anything except wondering what else he had planned for you, before you eventually stepped out of the bathroom, nervously chewing on the inside of your cheek.

He was already dressed, not wearing that fancy suit you saw him in before, but a pair of jeans and a T-shirt (making it impossible not to stare at his toned arms). Standing in front of your closet, he rummaged through its contents. You realized it looked different, full of clothes you recognized, those that Mommy had bought for you yesterday. Speaking of Mommy, you looked around for a moment, wondering where she was, but the bed was made and she was gone, because you probably spent too much time in the bathroom with Daddy.

You looked back at him, catching a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror beside him, realizing you were still completely naked. But before any kind of panic could settle into your bones, he turned around, his arms laden with a variety of clothes he fanned out over the bed. He met your gaze with a smile, extending a hand.

You quickly walked to him, putting your hand onto his palm and pressed into his side. “Choose something,” he told you, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand.

Your eyes wandered over shirts and shorts and skirts and several sets of cute underwear, and in the end you decided on a pair of jean shorts and a white T-shirt with a pink kitten printed on the front. Before you could pick which color underwear you would wear, Daddy moved in and pointed to the soft pink ones, a matching set of a cotton bralette and panties adorned with little white bows.

He gathered your choices for you and gently shoved them into your arms, nudging you back into the bathroom, where you got dressed quickly. Returning to the room, Daddy motioned you to sit down on the bed before he crouched down in front of you. You watched, with your cheeks burning almost painfully, how he put your feet into frilly white socks and a pair of blue running shoes, his fingers working quick, his touches as electrifying as before. You didn't even care that he didn't let you put those on yourself. It felt kind of nice to have him do it, not as degrading as you would have thought.

You guessed that was what Daddies were supposed to do. And if it made him happy (he did look rather pleased having your small feet in his large hands), you played along gladly.

When he eventually led you down the stairs and into the kitchen, you saw Mommy sitting on one of the stools surrounding one side of a large kitchen island, sipping a cup of coffee and lazily flipping through a newspaper spread over the counter. Daddy paused, his hand tightening around yours a little.

“What are you still doing here?” he addressed her, and she looked up, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, good morning to you too,” she sighed, and swiveled on her chair, her long legs crossed, feet clad in black high heels, a different black dress adorning her beautiful curves. “We really gotta work on your time management, you know?” she added, looking at the elegant watch on her wrist.

Daddy huffed a laugh and looked at you. “We got a little distracted, hm, pumpkin?”

You blushed deeply, deciding not to say anything while leaning into him.

“How about I'm the one to take care of her morning routine from now on?” Mommy suggested, getting up from the stool and taking a few clicking steps towards you. Without saying anything else, she swooped in and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you against her body. “Morning, mi amor,” she whispered, pressing her lips to your cheek.

“Good morning, Mommy,” you whispered, giving her a shy smile.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked, and you nodded, suddenly remembering that you woke up in her arms, still not knowing what happened last night.

Daddy cleared his throat, his hand tugging on yours. Mommy threw him a dark glare before returning to the island, picking up her phone. You looked from her back to him, feeling a little out of place between them. You'd noticed it before, but there was always a strange kind of tension hanging in the air whenever they were in the same room.

“I got her the 12pm appointment tomorrow,” she said, turning back to Daddy who nodded. “I will take her, you have to go back to the office. They're already going haywire because you took one day off...”

He sighed. “Sure.” He turned to you then, raising his free hand to put a finger under your chin. You looked up at him, mildly confused. “But today is all about us, pumpkin, never mind anyone else, okay? Just you and me and the great outdoors.”

Your frown deepened, but at least now you knew why he dressed you so casually. There were more questions in your head, but as soon as he smiled at you, they didn't seem to matter anymore.

“Greta packed you a basket. Have fun,” Mommy said distractedly, her thumb swiping quickly over the screen of her phone. “I gotta go now.” Finally, she lowered the device and her eyes met yours. Daddy had let go of your hand to walk to the fridge, while you stood there, a little lost in the big kitchen. Mommy approached you, her hand finding your face before she twirled her fingers around the end of your left braid. “You look so cute, kitten,” she said gently, her hand trailing down to the print on your shirt. “I wish I could come with you, but I am highly allergic to anything nature,” she said with a stiff laugh. “But you have fun, okay? Be a good girl for Daddy.”

You nodded eagerly, looking past her to the tall man leaning against the counter, watching the scene with a twinkle in his dark eyes. “Of course, Mommy,” you replied, turning back to her.

She smiled, leaning down to press her lips to yours, her fingers back on your chin. The kiss grew from a quick peck to a deeper tongue wrestle that left you utterly breathless. Eventually, Mommy inhaled deeply, leaning back slowly. “I'm gonna miss you,” she cooed, caressing your jaw.

Then she turned abruptly and walked away, the click of her heels echoing through the room. She didn't say goodbye to Daddy, she just left. You watched her in growing confusion before you felt Daddy's hand nudging your elbow.

“Ready to go, baby girl?” he asked, his fingers curling around your side, pulling you into him.

You had no idea what was going on, but you nodded anyway, knowing whatever he had planned, it would be fine as long as he stayed with you. It was a strange realization, but after spending such an intense (and intensely intimate) morning with this man, it didn't really matter anymore that you still barely knew him. Somehow, you trusted him, and the biggest thing: you wanted to be with him. The cotton in your head wanted it as much as your clenching cunt.

Being with him felt good, cleansing, distracting. No matter where the journey would lead you.

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Punishment ideas

(From my daddy and from least to most embarrassing, as rated by me)

Rating scale: 1-2 sound like fun, 3-4 sound fun and blushy, 5-6 are embarrassing but doable, 7-8 are deffffinitely punishments, 9-10 are incredibly humiliating

Drinking water and holding game in public

1/10 - defffffinitely want to try this. Though I’ll regret it as soon as I really have to pee like I always do. 

Panties under diaper

2/10 - hehehe it kinda sounds fun, I wanna try! Daddy says because of that it’s not punishment enough though

Daddy wets Roo’s diaper while she has it on 

3/10 - So I don’t know if I’d like it, and I know for sure it would be embarrassing and a good punishment and make me feel super little… but I like the idea. 

Forced baby time (Roo is sat down at the TV and has to watch baby shows for a few hours and then get put down for a nap)

3/10 - the shows would be sooooo boring (which I guess is the point) but I love when Daddy forces me to nap even if I don’t wanna. I always feel better after.

Carseat (or sitting in the backseat)

4/10 - anything with a harness I’m really into, so this is no different. But I’d hate being in the backseat away from my daddy. I’d be so sad.

Forced bedwetting

4/10 - I put up a huge fuss about this last time, but honestly… I kinda liked it🫠 

BUT I don’t like having to do laundry because I have to wash my waterproof mattress cover in front of my roommates and it’s crinkly🥺

Take a picture of Roo’s wet diaper and post it to Tumblr to embarrass her. Or send it to some abdl friends ;)

4.5/10 - This is really super embarrassing, but I kinda also like my daddy showing me off… especially to abdl friends

Write a Tumblr post about you did wrong and read it out loud to Daddy

5/10 - the writing is fun, but the reading aloud is so freaking blushy! Especially when I have to say it really quiet cuz my roommates are home

Really girly outfit (pink and purple)

5/10 - 😳 it’s not my viiiibe, it’s too babyishhhhh

Spankings?

5/10 - I don’t like leaving marks from spanking or too hard or using any instruments other than your hand. But you putting me over your lap would be embarrassing and I’d learn my lesson.

Locking mittens for a day 

6/10 - it’s so vulnerable🥺 I like it but asking Daddy for literally everything would be hard for me

Nighttime diapers in public

6/10 - fuck, Daddy, they’re so hard to disguise :(

Roo has to bring a big bag full of her diapers and diaper supplies to class or around her friends 

6/10 - Roo doesn’t have to do that, fuck! No! What if they look?!

Kids menu at a restaurant

6/10 - IN-PERSON?! YOU’D ASK FOR ONE FOR ME? AGHHHHHHHH

Locking diaper cover, where she has to be in it until she soaks her pants

6/10 - and it might be higher. Till I soak my PANTS?????? Fuck.

Baby talk only for a day (no words, only baby babbling)

6/10 - this is also so vulnerable, I have to rely on my daddy for everything! It’s good practice I guess but soooooo embarrassing and little and agh

Daddy feeds her baby food for a day

7/10 - grossssssssss ew I don’t wanna... I like the idea of Daddy feeding me, though.

Make her wet her pants in class or a public place (enough to leave a wet spot but not a puddle… if she can control it)

7/10 - um what if I can’t stop🥺

Cloth diapers and plastic pants

7/10 - sounds a little like a sensory nightmare and beyond embarrassing looking

Using a training potty for a day 

7/10 - the whole day? I don’t even wanna use it at all!!

Child harness or leash

7/10 - still a good level of embarrassment, but sooooooo demeaning and little. Definitely only in the house. This is on the level of light puppy play for me.

Make her leave a babyish item where here roommates could see it (baby powder, wipes, diaper rash cream, etc.)

4/10 for baby powder or wipes, because those are explainable, BUT

7/10 for DIAPER CREAM BECAUSE OH MY GOD NO

Making her wear a crop top and baggy pants (that might show her diaper in public)

8/10 - THAT IS SO MEAN HOW DARE YOU. I don’t want people to see my crinkly waistband🥺

Embarrassing items (buying her a diaper genie, changing mat, rattles or baby toys, like little blocks, chew toys, things like that).

8/10 for the diaper genie, FUCKing no! How do I explain it? No! 

2/10 for the others, those sound like fun and I love stuff I can put in my mouth. Not a rattle, though, that’s embarrassing

Many many double/quadruple diapers in public

9/10 - Absolutely the fuck not! Jesus christ! Waddling in public????????? You’re gonna let everyone know I’m in diapers

Messy diaper

9/10 - UGH ACK NOOOO that’s so embarrassing no no no

Pooping with daddy present in the bathroom

9/10 - Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh no! What the heck! I can’t even think about this 

Diaper enema on changing table (or suppository)

10/10 - Hey! Fucking no! Nope. How do I look at you ever again? What the heck?

Babysitter with abdl Mommy

11/10 - WHAT THE HECK. Nooooooooooooo, just my daddy can see me🥺 Down the road I might be more okay with this, but that would be so humiliating

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The Price Of Mercy, And The Weight Of Guilt: Caitlyn Kiramman

**SPOILERS FOR ARCANE**

How Do We Get Here:

Twenty-three year old Caitlyn Kiramman stands in the dark ruins of a Zaunite cannery. In the last few days, she has been beaten, shot at, blown up, abducted nude from her childhood home, and terrorized. Jinx, the person responsible, stands across from Caitlyn at gunpoint:

Jinx moves Caitlyn fires Vi shouts to stop and Caitlyn does, ordering Jinx to drop the gun Caitlyn raises the gun when Jinx doesn't comply and Vi begs- "Wait! She's my sister" Caitlyn keeping the gun on Jinx responds- "Vi, she's too far gone" Jinx lowers the gun. Caitlyn looks to Vi who begs- "no no no" Caitlyn still doesn't shoot. Jinx takes advantage of her indecision and attacks, seizing the weapon and brutally knocking Caitlyn unconscious.

And when Caitlyn is back on her feet, what is the cost of her mercy?

The death of her mother

The deaths of two other councilors

The maiming of two more (one paralyzed from the waist down)

The destruction of the council chamber

The memorial attack- You and I know Jinx wasn't involved but I stand by what I've always said, there's no way they don't think Jinx played some role after what she did

The unavoidable Piltovan response for what Jinx did coming down on Zaun

And we also must consider the crimes Jinx had committed up to that point that Caitlyn as someone who wanted to protect people would be considering as well:

She knows Jinx played a part in Silco's Shimmer operations

She survives Jinx's theft of the stone in which six enforcers were killed by Jinx using a fake childs voice, lighting a building on fire and blowing it up

She survives Jinx's attack on the bridge in which the admittedly corrupt Markus and several Enforcers were killed

Jinx infiltrates Caitlyn's childhood home and takes her while she is naked in her bathroom. She dresses her in her Enforcer clothes and takes her to Zaun. Recent sources from the Artbook seem to confirm she was held for a whole day. And there is some evidence to suggest Jinx tortured her although that is much more speculative

In The Aftermath:

It is with that in mind we can begin to discuss the subject of Caitlyn's guilt and how it impacts her story in season two. Now obviously, the immense trauma of all of those events I listed has a massive impact on Caitlyn, and we have to keep some things in mind regarding all of that:

She is an adult yes, but she is still quite young. Only twenty-three when all of that down and still only twenty-four by the end of the show She essentially has zero time to process/grieve/recover. There is clearly some degree of a time skip between the beginning of S2 E1 and the end, as statues had to be built, and we see progression in Salo and Shoola's healing in particular. But it really doesn't seem like very long. And it's hardly like she was resting. She is providing testimony on what she saw and went through, and taking over the leadership of her family. Despite the astounding felonious stupidity needed to arrive at such an idea, no. Caitlyn's wealth and privilege growing up did not somehow give her an emotional resilience to pain and death. In fact it makes it harder for her in this moment because she had never experienced such things. You cannot be used to a pain you have never felt. This is not complicated. Caitlyn's faith and belief in the system she always believed in has been completely destroyed:

That Caitlyn truly believed the Enforcers were a force for good before all of this is not debatable by anyone discussing this show in good faith. There is plenty of proof supporting this that I don't feel the need to go and pull right now. For any of you "she should have known" folks- Nope. She'd quite literally never been to the Undercity. And we see how the Enforcers behave when Topside repeatedly. No masks, smiling, waving, happy and cheerful. Caitlyn quite literally had lessons from the Sheriff herself on shooting, who spoke to her about protecting their people. We see her belief being chipped away little by little during her meeting Vi and Ekko both. They both make allegations against the Enforcers and logically and reasonably Caitlyn would have no reason to believe but after some resistance she is quiet and listens, processing. This all culminates on the bridge. Markus, who has not been nice to Caitlyn but is still the leader of The Enforcers confronts her and Ekko. She puts her trust in Markus, telling him they have prove and insisting Ekko show him. And then it all comes violently apart as Markus shoots Ekko, and the enforcers with him do nothing when he prepares to shoot Caitlyn.

SUMMARY: In a very short amount of time Caitlyn has her entire reality violently ripped away by the destruction of 4 fundamental parts of her foundation:

Security- Jinx violating the sanctity and safety of her childhood home by taking her at her most vulnerable

Stability- Her mother is violently taken from her leaving a massive hole emotionally and in society that she is expected to fill

Innocence- She is exposed to a tremendous amount of violence she is completely unprepared for

Faith- the system of law and order she dedicated herself to and believes in is ripped away from her and almost kills her

And she has no time to deal with any of it before the violence continues. No time to heal, to grieve, to rest. Ambessa orchestrates the attack on the memorial and we are off to the races. But first, we need to discuss my entire point with this, the impact of Caitlyn's guilt.

Obviously, Caitlyn does blame Jinx. I'm not going to bother with examples because they are beyond obvious. She also hates and is legitimately terrified of Jinx as well which is beyond expected given all that has happened. But I think what is even more damaging for Caitlyn is that she blames herself. We see this reflected in many ways:

1. The last lines of "I can't hear it now" as I pointed out yesterday:

 "I watched the door close for good Cause I couldn't keep it open"

Like I and several others have pointed out, these songs take us into the minds of the characters with their words and tell us important parts of the story (HINT HINT to all of you who complain about missing detail then proudly proclaim how you skip the songs)

This song takes us into Caitlyn's mind in the aftermath of her mother's death. All of the lyrics speak to her characterization in an important way but this topic look at those last two lines. This is essentially her goodbye to her mother, and she doesn't swear revenge. She doesn't proclaim her love. She blames herself.

She had to say goodbye to her mother, because she failed to keep her safe when she could have...

2. Talking with her dad

This one is much more obvious of course. But we get this very sad scene of Caitlyn talking with her father in S2 E1 after the intro song.

Caitlyn is sitting on a couch reading letters of condolence when her father sits next to her, clearly disheveled and not doing well. They are sitting quietly for a bit before Caitlyn tells her father "I had the shot", staring at the floor with glassy tear filled eyes. Her father doesn't say anything in response, just closes his eyes and accepts. Then when he gives her the Kiramman key, she says "I don't deserve it".

3. Talking with Vi

Her conversation with Tobias leads directly into this one. She and Vi share a touching embrace and Vi apologizes to Caitlyn, admitting Powder is gone and insisting if Jayce will fix the gauntlets Vi can take care of this herself with no one else being hurt. But Caitlyn refuses:

"No... No more rogue missions. No more reckless plans. My mother was right. My arrogance led me to take on more than I could handle, and she paid the price".

Again very plain and to the point. With all that has happened and all the factors that played into this situation, she is holding herself responsible.

She failed her mother...

She could have stopped Jinx and didn't...

She doesn't deserve the legacy of her family...

Her mother died because of Caitlyn's arrogance...

SUMMARY: So again sorry to sound like a broken record but I feel like I'm rambling a bit so this helps me to!

Caitlyn has lost her entire foundation for how she views the world in a rapid and extremely violent manner

Her arrogance lead to her mothers death and even given the chance to stop it she still failed her (she believes)

She doesn't deserve the role of leading House Kiramman but has no choice (she believes)

Not related to this (at this point) but its worth mentioning for consideration into her emotional state. Obviously, her relationship with Vi and by extension Vi being Jinx's sister DRAMATICALLY complicates Caitlyn's feeling in all of this

Losing Herself:

** Note it should be obvious moving forward Caitlyn would consider "If I'd stopped Jinx there wouldn't be a memorial because my mom wouldn't be dead" type of scenarios. You get the point. So I'm not gonna mention that kind of thing every time just new stuff**

So we know the memorial attack was orchestrated by Ambessa to exacerbate the conflict between the cities, in hopes of weaponizing Hex-Tech. But specifically we are looking for how this continues to show Caitlyn's guilt is impacting her.

In the aftermath of the attack, Caitlyn is understandable extremely angry and upset. She and Vi are talking and Vi tells her "You have to find a way to call off the invasion" regarding the Council's plan to send a full Enforcer invasion into Zaun to hunt Jinx. Caitlyn angrily says she has no idea how and she has no idea how to fill the hole left by her mother. She and Vi talk and comfort one another, and Caitlyn forms the idea for the small task force, with Vi agreeing to put on the badge to be with her and assist.

Remember:

Caitlyn partially blames herself for this entire mess to begin with

She doesn't feel she deserves to lead her family. To be who her mother was. because she failed her.

The woman she loves tells her SHE has to figure this out. And in Vi's defense she is not blaming or trying to make things harder for Caitlyn. Caitlyn has the status and the family name and all and is realistically their best chance at finding another way. Let's take a look at some other lyrics from I can't hear it now-

"Just tell me how to keep breathing while pretending I'm not drowning"

So Caitlyn turns to what was left behind by her mother. She discovers The Grey. And rather than a massive invasion of heavily armed Enforcers who won't care a lick for Zaunite lives, Caitlyn proposes her plan. A small, targeted team of people, hunting specific targets that are a danger to Zaun and Piltover alike. Using something that will prevent as much bloodshed as possible.

Because it isn't that it DOESN"T matter that she is shoving down her trauma trying to be what's expected of her, that using The Grey in this way is a perversion of her mother's work for Zaun, or that the woman she loves is wearing the badge of her parents killers to stay by her side. Its that it CAN'T matter.

Caitlyn had the shot

Caitlyn failed her mother

Caitlyn has to fix this

**SIDE NOTE BEFORE WE CONTINUE: No. Caitlyn did not make Vi become an Enforcer and I have zero clue where some of you are getting that. What I mean when I say it can't matter to Caitlyn in this state is that I think it's something that when she has had time to heal, and reflect, and just be for a bit, it will be something she wishes she hadn't done. She loves Vi deeply, and asking her to put on that badge and hunt her little sister isn't something Caitlyn would ever do under normal circumstances. And as a steadfast Vi fan, hear me now:

"VI CHOSE TO PUT ON THAT BADGE"

Anyway back to Caitlyn-

Losing Herself- HELLFIRE:

We know what happens from here. Caitlyn gives in more and more to her darker angels in the name of their mission. In the name of justice and making things right to protect people she becomes more violent and angry, to the point that Vi is so afraid of how she is changing we see their first kiss. Once again all we need to do for clarity here is to look into the lyrics that take us into Caitlyn's head:

"Can I do the right thing for the wrong reason? Is it bad that I'm making friends with my demons" (Hellfire)

It almost feels silly analyzing this because it is quite plain. But the amount of people just straight up making things up about Caitlyn's mindset during this time make it worth discussion.

The Strike Team's Objectives:

Dismantle Shimmer: Horrifying drug that turns addicts into monsters if it doesn't kill them first

Neutralize agents still loyal to Silco: Chem-Barons. Dangerous drug lords ripping Zaun apart for their own gain

Find Jinx: We have recapped her crimes enough. You get it.

Clearly these are all good things on their own, and resolving these threats to safety helps Zaun and Piltover. But Caitlyn and her team aren't riding in on white horses to save the day. Caitlyn is losing herself more and more to all of this mounting trauma that is slowly overwhelming her. But she can't stop. She has to fix this.

She had the shot...

Her arrogance killed her mother...

She doesn't deserve to lead her family...

If she'd stopped Jinx there wouldn't have been an attack so even the fact that they are down here at all is Caitlyn's fault as well...

This is her fault...

Caitlyn's Downfall:

And of course this all comes to a head when Caitlyn and Vi finally confront Jinx and Sevika. I have broken this fight down and everything that transpires more times than I can count so I'll spare you all that again. But continuing to tackle this thing through Caitlyn's guilt we can talk about this.

Take everything we have already considered. All of her guilt over mother, her feeling of not deserving her legacy, her guilt over Vi's involvement, and twist that all up with the grief, and trauma, and pain and rage, and fear she has been totally unable to heal from. That absolute shitstorm is rampaging through her entire being. And she is face to face with the living embodiment of all of it.

She is one rifle shot away from justice for everything she hates Jinx for, and blames herself for. A chance to slay her monster. A chance to make things right. And that is all she can see.

She can't see that little girl whose life she is risking

She can't see the woman she loves begging her to stop and standing her way. She even fires striking Vi's gauntlet once and fires again

And then as we all know. That resolution Caitlyn so desperately needs in her mind is taken from her. Vi was completely correct to stop Caitlyn but in her complete emotional and mental overload that just cannot get through to to her. And it all comes down to a moment that, when we consider the guilt of Caitlyn Kiramman, I sincerely doubt she will ever truly forgive herself for

The Commander:

Looking for specific instances for analysis, we really don't get a lot of moments where she is truly lost as "The Commander" to apply to this topic. There is one I will mention very briefly.

When Caitlyn is speaking with Maddie in bed, Maddie does the same sort of baiting we see Ambessa do. Telling Caitlyn she could call it all of, she has the power and so on. It's an ongoing conversation but there is one line particularly I want to mention:

"Not without Jinx"

Now this could certainly just be her continued obsession with Jinx. But if we take everything else into account it doesn't feel that way. She seems tired, and full of regret. If you will indulge a bit of speculation, I go back to the lyrics from Hamilton I quoted frequently in my early days on here when I wrote about Caitlyn's story:

"There are moments when your in so deep, it feels easier to just swim down"

I believe Caitlyn is full of regret, and guilt, and self-hatred for all that has happened. Her betrayal of Vi, her becoming someone she never wanted, all of it. But it has to be worth it. Because she has nothing else left. If she gives up, if she doesn't get Jinx, then at the end of the day it was truly all for nothing. And we get some proof of that when she speaks with Jinx later.

"I've hated you.. hated myself. I just don't have the energy for it any longer"

Conclusion:

Caitlyn's journey is influenced by so many things. And I feel like I ended up just sort of digging into her arc as I have done many times again to a point. But I hope you get something out of this. I certainly did by writing it as I always do, because I love this story. I wanted to try and dig into the part of her that is being driven by that self-doubt, and guilt, all born from a truly spectacular act of mercy. Caitlyn would have been well within her rights to obliterate Jinx then and there, and instead spares her. Changing her life forever in ways good and bad alike.

Thank you and take care!

[panlight]

speaking of Bella centric, I personally never understood the justification when defending the writing in BD that the reason the Cullen's seem so chill now with their existence is because Bella being so happy and all "I was born to be a vampire wheee!! :D" is what made them rethink their view on their lives or whatever. ESPECIALLY with Edward and Rosalie. Especially x2 with Rosalie.

It's just doesnt make sense when i look at it outside the Bella bubble. Carlisle kinda made do with himself long time ago, and so did Esme. Emmett is pretty much fine with it. Jasper and Alice are the most "vampire" among them, so they dont really feel bad about missing their humanity and whatnot. To say that it took Bella being high off her overwhelming ecstasy in this new life or whatever she said in one of the chapters (i might be misremembering LOL) to get everyone to be all "see, being a vampire isn't so bad!" screams Main Character Energy.

and it doesn't really resolve Edward's issues with them being soulless? Like if you REALLY want to make a reach and say that he saw that Bella was happy being a vampire to convince him, he has family members who he's known for longer have fun despite their vampirism (see: Emmet). And even on a moral issue, which he's looking at it from, it's as if his concern for Rutabaga and her preference for human blood and having a vampiric diet and lifestyle is now a nonissue SOMEHOW??

As for Rosalie, wasnt one of her main issues not being able to have babies, not being able to see them grow and having grandkids? imo I call bullshit that she's fine with just being aunt to Bella and Edwards kid. it's still not her own kid, said "kid" is growing too fast so she's not able to have a proper mother experience with her anyway. also does smeyer expect me to believe that Rosalie is just happy now settling for crumbs from the brother she butts heads with the most and his girlfriend who was so dismissive of her pain of having no kids? please... 🙄

OMG, yes, this.

The idea that people who have lived as vampires for decades and even CENTURIES in some cases, should instantly reevaluate their feelings about it because one (1) girl who has been a vampire for literally 3.5 months is having a Good Time will never make sense to me.

Of course she's happy??? She knew what she was getting into, she wakes up in a mansion with the man she loves and his supportive family, she gets to keep Jacob and Charlie, she has a daughter and cool cars and nice clothes and a fairytale cottage. She also hasn't been a vampire long enough to experience the ennui of watching the world grow and change while you stay stagnant, she hasn't watched everyone form her youth grow old and die yet.

No one else had anything CLOSE to that experience. PLUS they all HAVE lived long enough to experience being "frozen, never moving forward." Carlisle can go visit London if he wants, but it's not the London he knew anymore.

And yeah, the souls thing is totally unresolved. I mean I think the idea is supposed to be that Edward now thinks he has a soul because how could a soulless monster have created anything so wonderful as Renesmee? And like, I guess. But Esme's open, loving heart wasn't enough to convince him vampires might still have souls? Carlisle's centuries of working as a doctor wasn't enough? This blood-drinking baby is? Renesmee herself kills things and drinks blood and prefers human blood and will age only for 7 years until she, too, becomes "frozen, never moving forward" and no one has a problem with that? Edward and Rosalie are cool with that? Carlisle, who still wonders if turning the others--who were all dying--was the right thing to do or was dooming them, isn't bothered that Nessie is basically 'doomed' from birth? It really does feel like that since Bella is like "phew! I'll get to have her forever!" about it, everyone else has to feel that way, too. By all means love the kid and be happy she's not going to age up to an old woman in 15 years and die, but you can still be concerned about her quality of life.

re: Rosalie, I agree, I don't believe she's going to be content being aunt to this kid, who isn't even really a kid. She skips all the baby milestones and basically doesn't even have much of a childhood. She just taught herself to talk and read and walk and dance all within 2 months. And Rosalie's thing wasn't "I like babies" it was "I want to be a MOTHER." Those are two different things. Bella continually asserts her place as the Mother, Renesmee recognizes her as the Mother, wanting her upon their first meeting even though other people (like Rose) had been caring for her for two days. Rosalie gets to brush her hair and feed her human blood from a bottle and I just don't think that's going to lead to lasting happiness.

I mean if Bella's still blissfully happy in 50 years THEN the Cullens can reasonably take a hard look at themselves and their views of vampirism but she's literally in the honeymoon stage now and her experience was basically as ideal as possible. She picked up her life where she left off; everyone else had to start over.

[crowsofdarkness]

Cam Boy!Bill Skarsgard: Bill Reaches Out

-pics not mine.-

Pairings: CamBoy!Bill Skarsgard x Viewer!Reader

Summary: Bill isn't ashamed of the work he does, showcasing his body online for anyone willing to pay. His number one rule was never to make a connection with anyone who either sent him messages or paid for private one-on-one video sessions. That was until you decided to request a certain private session.

Content Warnings: 18+ smut which includes Bill having an only fans page, masturbation, phone sex, virtual sex, and language.

Authors Note: this is a limited mini-series, just a bunch of blurbs that take place in this universe. i'm not sure exactly how long this will be. tags will be open for this if anyone is interested!

CamBoy!Bill masterlist.

BILL

“Oh, fuck,” I grunted while guiding my hand up and down my cock, desperate to finally reach that high I’d been chasing for awhile now. 

The red light on my camera continued to blink, indicating it was still recording, and I eased my body deeper into my bed. Sweat stuck to every inch of my skin and with my free hand, I brushed away some strands of hair from my forehead. My legs shook while my thighs burned, the positioning I was in not exactly comfortable. But I would do anything for the perfect content. 

Except my body wasn’t cooperating with me tonight. It had been a rough week trying to cum and I blamed being tired, working too much on filming content. Yet deep down, I knew it wasn’t the truth. There was only one main reason why I’d been having trouble having an orgasm. 

Her. 

The woman who has been clouding my mind ever since our one on one private video chat a week ago. 

Y/N. 

I video chatted a lot of different men and women who signed up but none of them clung to me the way Y/N did. For days after, I tried to rack my brain on why she had this hold on me but in the end, I was fucking clueless. All I could think about is how shy she was. How she wanted to do more with me but she didn’t quite know how or what to do. The way she hesitantly took her shirt off that night and the crimson hue that covered her entire body made my cock so fucking hard. I wanted to mark every inch of her skin with my teeth and cum. I wanted her screaming my name while I buried my cock so far deep inside of her cunt. 

I wanted to corrupt her, show her everything in my world that would make her blush. I wanted Y/N to be mine even without knowing anything about her. 

“Shit!” I cursed through gritted teeth, the familiar burn igniting in the base of my spine. 

I gripped my cock tighter, my pace almost bruising, but just as fast as that burn sparked, it was gone. 

Slamming my bed in frustration, I got up and turned off the camera. The idea of recording content tonight for my Only Fans was clearly not happening. I tried to tell myself that it was fine, I posted a tik tok earlier today and uploaded some unseen old content on my Only Fans so if I didn’t record new content tonight, it’ll be okay. 

My limp cock swung slightly as I moved about my bedroom to grab some clothes before stalking into the adjacent bathroom. After I turned on the water, I let the steam fill the air and rested my hands against the bathroom counter. My phone had been plugged in here for the last thirty minutes so before jumping in the shower, I decided to check my notifications. It was always the same, never bothering to pay attention, so just as fast as I picked up my phone I was ready to set it down until one name stuck out like a sore thumb. 

Tik Tok: xxY/Nxx liked your video.

With the amount of followers I had, I never really paid attention but the second I saw her name on my screen, I couldn’t help but be curious. Sure enough, it was Y/N. Her tik tok only had a few videos that consisted of her and her friends doing the new trends. I watched every single one, especially the one of just her where she tried to do a recent “thirst trap.” While I thought she looked absolutely breathtaking, I could tell she was extremely shy and nervous. 

On her profile she had her Instagram linked so obviously I clicked on it and let out a groan of pleasure at the amount of pictures pulled up. While she was nervous posting on Tik Tok, Y/N had confidence on Instagram. 

The steam from my shower had spilled into my bedroom but I refused to step inside the shower. I scrolled through her Instagram for the next few moments, my cock becoming painfully hard. The spark I lost the last few days began to flicker inside of my gut and with one hand wrapped around my cock, I liked picture after picture of her. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more so I clicked on the direct message button before I even thought about what I was doing. 

“Have I told you how beautiful you are, Y/N? Because you are,” I breathed into the microphone, leaving her a voice memo. “Fuck, I need to see you again. Think we can do another video chat? I miss how creamy your skin looked against your bed sheets. I miss those perky breasts. Fuck.” 

My pace on my cock slowed when the orgasm was teetering on the edge. I knew it was going to be over soon but I wasn’t done leaving her a message. 

“I need you, baby. I tried to stay away but you haunted my dreams. I need to hear you moan my name. Need to see you touch your pretty cunt. Oh my fuck-.” 

I let out a howl of a moan as the cum spilled into my hand, body convulsing with euphoria as I panted Y/N’s name over and over again; still recording. 

Letting out a deep breath, I smeared my cum over my lower stomach and eyed the two minute long voice note. This could go two ways. 

Y/N could listen to this and get extremely freaked out, block me or worse call the cops. 

Or. 

She could reply back with her own voice note. 

Not bothering to think another second about my choice, I hit send and locked my phone to finally step into the shower. 

READER

Oh. 

My. 

Fucking. 

God. 

I sat on the edge of my bed with my phone in my lap, the sounds of Bill moaning and begging playing on a loop. My entire body ignited with a blaze so hot, I had to shed my sweater, sitting in just a tank top and shorts. Sweat gathered at the back of my neck as I replayed the message over and over again. 

It all started a few minutes ago when I was sitting in bed reading a book and I received notification after notification of someone mass liking my posts on Instagram. My heart nearly fell out of my ass when I noticed it was Bill who was behind it. I hadn’t heard from him in about a week since our one time video call. But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about him non stop since. I would watch his Tik Toks but that was it. I couldn’t muster the courage to watch his Only Fans content because I still couldn’t  come to terms with what we did together. It wasn’t wrong, I knew that. I was so embarrassed with myself that I needed to pay a man to give me attention.

Although, now, I wasn’t paying Bill. I should ignore him. Move on and focus on a relationship that wasn’t started on a sex website. But he sent me this message. He reached out first. 

And some message it was.

Wiping my palms on my thighs, I let out a breath and slowly sent a message back. 

Me: First off, what the hell kind of message is this? Whatever happened to hey, how are you?

Me: Also, how did you find my Instagram?

Bill replied almost instantly and my jaw dropped at his message. 

Bill Skars: Did you touch your pretty little cunt while listening to my voice memo?

Bill Skars: I found your tik tok since you liked my recent video and you have your instagram linked. I must say, I fucking love what I see.

By now, the heat had all but vanished from my body but I could faintly feel the wet spot in my panties. 

Me: You’re insufferable. I can’t believe you talk like this to a woman you haven’t met. 

Bill Skars: You’re aware of the content I post. Plus, when we video chatted you seemed to love the way I talked. 

The heat returned to my body in a flash and I adjusted my position on my bed so I was on my knees while I typed another message. 

Me: Why are you messaging me? I thought what we did was supposed to be a one time thing? 

Bill Skars: I’m addicted. I haven’t been able to cum for the last week. I stalked your instagram and boom, painted my hand. 

As much as I wanted to revolt in disgust, not being used to having someone talk to me this way, but instead I squeezed my thighs tighter. The image of Bill cumming in his hand because of my pictures was clear in my mind. 

I did that. My pictures. 

Me: You just admitted to stalking me. Do you know how fucked up that is?

Bill Skars: Does it turn you on? Make you wet?

Licking my lips, I continued to ignore the wet spot in my panties and typed. 

Me: What do you want?

Instead of replying, Bill now went silent so with a sigh I placed my phone on my bed and decided to pass the time by making myself something to eat. When I returned to my room twenty minutes later, I noticed two new messages from Bill. My heart beat wildly in my chest. I couldn't breathe as I read them. 

Bill Skars: To talk. 

Bill Skars: I mean it, Y/N. All the joking aside. If I make you uncomfortable in any way, please say so and you can block me. No hard feelings. 

For a beat, I thought about my decision on what to do. Originally I signed up for that private video chat in hopes of talking with him and now that he wants the same, I should take it. But what would come of talking with someone who does what he does for work? 

Only one way to find out. 

Me: No, you’re fine. I’ll admit I’m not used to having someone talk to me the way you do. It’ll take some time. 

Bill Skars: So does that mean we’re friends now? We can talk all day every day about how our days went and what we ate for dinner. 

I stifled a giggle before laying down in my bed. 

Me: You’re so funny. 

Bill Skars: So I’ve been told. 

Bill Skars: Can I have your phone number? I absolutely despise texting on Instagram. 

As soon as I sent him my number, my phone lit up with a facetime call and almost immediately, I sat up in bed to look at my reflection in the mirror across my bed if I looked somewhat decent. With a quick fluff of my hair and adjusting my shirt, I hit the green button. 

Bill’s face appeared on my screen and I mentally cured at how gorgeous he look. He must have shaved somewhat recently because he only had a small amount of stubble on his upper lip. 

“Hi,” he smiled. 

“So do I need to expect random facetime calls from you?” I teased while lounging back on my bed. 

Bill shrugged while he sat on his couch. “Depends if that’s alright with you.” 

“More than alright,” I admitted. 

“I missed seeing your beautiful face.” 

Once again, my skin ignited at Bill’s words so I did my best to make him not notice. 

“We video chatted once for ten minutes and you literally just stalked my instagram,” I said. 

“It’s nothing compared to the real thing,” Bill winked. 

I raised a brow. “It’s facetime. It’s not real.”

“What if we make it real? Not right now but once you’re comfortable.”

I bit my lip which made him let out a deep groan while rubbing a hand over his face. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” I asked. “I just bit my lip.” 

“Exactly. You don’t realize how fucking sexy you look doing that.” 

Clearing my throat, I adjusted my arm underneath my pillow to become more comfortable while I held onto my phone with my other hand. 

“So when we meet in person, how would that work? You’ve stated before you live on the east coast. I’m nowhere near there,” I said. 

I wasn’t about to tell him exactly where I live. Not after getting to know him outside of his only fans. 

Bill gave me a lopsided smile, one that made my heart flutter. “You said when.” 

I rolled my eyes. “If. If we were to meet, that is what I meant.” 

“Sure,” he nodded, not believing a word I said. “We can figure out the logistics of all that when it comes to it. For now, let’s just get to know each other.”

“Is this a friendship that could potentially lead to more or is it just sexual?” I asked the question that had been burning on my tongue since I answered the phone. 

“I’m fine with just talking. I’m fine with keeping this strictly sexual. I’m fine with both, more partial to both. But it’s whatever you want.”

“I already told you the last time that I’m not familiar with the whole sexual side of relationships. So I would need some tips and patience,” I said. 

Bill smiled. “I’ve been told I’m a very patient teacher.”

My cheeks burned while my stomach flipped with the prospect of this new relationship. 

“So, what do you want to know?” 

For the next long while, Bill and I talked, both about our lives and our interests. It was nice having someone to talk with about random stuff, things that other people in my life didn’t care to know. Bill listened intently the entire time, never interrupting. I returned the favor, laughing at some of the stories he told me growing up. I didn’t judge when he divulged on why he started an only fans account.

Peering over at the clock on my end table, my eyes widened when I realized it was just after ten in the evening and I had the early shift at work tomorrow. Yet I didn’t want to stop talking with Bill. So I did my best not to let him see how I yawned into my pillow. 

“Tired?” 

While we were talking, he moved from his living room into his bedroom and we both were laying down in our respective beds. 

“No,” I lied but soon another yawn fell from my lips and Bill chuckled, the noise going straight to the butterflies that seemed to blossom in our conversation. 

“Get some sleep. I’ll talk with you tomorrow.” 

I frowned which made Bill let out another groan, like the one from earlier. “You gotta stop that, angel. You’re making me crazy over here.” 

“Angel?” I teased when I heard the pet name slip. 

A crimson hue covered his cheeks but he did his best to mask it by running a hand over his jaw. 

“Sorry, it just slipped out. If you don’t like it-.”

“No,” I quickly shook my head. “I like it. It’s nice.”

“Good because it stays.” 

We both stared at each other through the phone, not saying a word, as we wore stupid goofy smiles. I reveled again at how nice it was to have someone that was wanting to talk to me. 

My eyes began to feel heavy so Bill spoke right before they closed for the night. 

“Dream of me, angel. Only me.”

[entamesubs]

Yu-Gi-Oh! Go Rush!! Episodes 140-145 Sub Release

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There are translation notes below for 142+, so spoilers ahead.

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臼と黒 / usu to kuro Usu and Dark

When Yuuhi accidentally reads it as "White and Black" during the preview, it's because 臼 (usu) and 白 (shiro, which means white) look very similar in terms of kanji, so Yuamu is chastising him for reading it wrong as they're two different characters.

翁丁臼 Otei Usu

Here's a funny one. Otes' "old-timey" name can be read as "old guy with mortar". Do with that information what you will.

お殿様 / otonousama + 武将 / bushou "Honored Lord" + "Military Commander"

There's some liberty taken with the titles the characters use in this arc as there's really no good English translation of them.

First, "Honored Lord" can mean a high minister or a lord (or both, it's not exactly exclusive). One of the synonyms given was "daimyo", but that is very much something completely different (and also, if they really wanted to call him a daimyo, they'd have just said it).

Second, Yuudias refers to himself as a 武将 (bushou), though as I researched it, 武将 (bushou) is normally translated to "warlord" which was fitting for that time. However... Yuudias is not a warlord. He neither has his own soldiers nor his own land. Given that he's basically trying to introduce himself the old-fashioned way to "fit in", and as a nod to his own military accomplishments, he probably just thought it was the right word to describe himself.

Though, it also felt strange to try and translate that as "military commander" considering that "Commander" is a real position in real life, and in the context of the show, was also something that Zwijo used to be titled with ("Supreme Commander"). We know that Yuudias' official military designation within the Velgearian army was "Captain" (from episode 20 & later 49).

Anyway, I went back and forth on this in my head. It was genuinely a little hard trying to think of appropriate titles that didn't make me feel as though I was mislabeling them. This strict adherence to the correct military title is the reason why Zwijo is usually referred to as "Lord Zwijo" in the subtitles when Dinois and Myuda address him as Zwijo-sama. They're still showing him the due respect he deserves as their Supreme Commander, I cannot call him "Commander Zwijo" since he is no longer part of the army.

It goes against what I personally would like, but given that I have no other ideas, "military commander" had to do for Yuudias.

This is basically a lot of words to say that the original idea was the best one, LOL. I guess Oda Nobunaga and Tokugawa Ieyasu were also known as "military commanders" back then, so it's not that bad... I just have a little bit of a complex about correct titling.

Speaking of Ieyasu...

Ah, how pleasant! Two awakenings and one sleep. This dream of a fleeing world! The roseate hues of early dawn!

Otes' summon chant for Outerverse Oblivion is a nod/reference to Tokugawa Ieyasu's death poem. It was customary back in the day to compose a poem on the verge of death by learned men (noblemen and monks, mainly).

This translation was taken from Phillip Johnston. While translating SEVENS/Go Rush is my forte, I defer to the professionals for poetry-related matters. It is so much more complicated translating poetry than it is some dialogue from a card game anime.

"The Yuudias Incident"

I cannot give a crash course on Sengoku era Japan in the span of a single translation note, but basically the era was very hectic due to the different lords fighting over land and to rule Japan. These lords also betrayed each other constantly, backstabbing and overthrowing the masters they served like changing clothes.

When Otes said that Yuudias rebelling is "fitting" for the time, he's referencing that same backstabbing endemic to the era.

The title of the episode is also a reference to one of these betrayals, known as "The Honnouji Incident". It was when Oda Nobunaga was betrayed by one of his vassals and forced to commit seppuku (kill himself).

from the hour of the rooster until the crow’s evening cries

The "hour of the rooster" is mainly known as around 5-7pm. I'm not quite sure when "the crow's evening cry" is supposed to be, but I assume around 9-10pm. Zwijo makes his proclamation as a way to say "children have to work until this time, then they can play" (as was the case back then).

Episode 145

Not really a TL note, but just wanted to point out something really cool about this episode.

The episode is a reference to "Blink" from S29E10 of Doctor Who (the season where David Tennant was the Doctor and the main female lead was Martha Jones).

Yuamu font changes

Baloo 2 -> Sephora Sans Serif Medium

This is the same font that all the Darkmen (+ Dark Meister) use, but now with Yuamu's old colors. I felt like it was a cute change to recognize who she was before and how she's changed since then while still retaining her old flair.

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Well, if the dub is to be believed, we have anywhere from 6 to 7 episodes of Go Rush left. It feels kinda strange being so close to the end and yet not quite seeing where the end could be, but I suppose the same thing happened with SEVENS.

Regardless, have fun and keep enjoying Go Rush!

"Are you back on normal weekly releases?" 🤷‍♀️しらん

[craigspacemancraig]

sp boys hair headcanons!

stan marsh

as a kid, he doesn’t care much about his hair, most of it being hidden under his hat. it wasn’t a nuisance to him or anything, he just didn’t think about it.

his hair is naturally wavy, but his wool hat makes it frizzy enough for him not to notice. doesn’t help that he doesn’t use conditioner or any leave-ins.

he bleached his hair in high school after some family drama. a panic attack from being terrified that he’d grow up to be his dad and nothing would change for him. kyle helped with it and made sure that he didn’t fry all of it off. wendy also had to force protein treatments and deep conditioners to make sure of that.

his blond hair definitely helped with his confidence. this was also around the time he found his clothing style so he definitely felt a better sense of identity.

in college, he ended up growing it out just above his shoulders before cutting off most of the bleach (which gave him the most stereotypical frosted tips that eric and kenny made fun of as long as he had them).

kyle broflovski

oh this poor boy. we already know he is not very comfortable with his hair.

as a kid, he’s so insecure about it. he hates how curly it is (4a-4b), how red, how fast it grows. almost every hour of the day, he covers it with his hat.

despite how he wants to present at school, he cares so much about what people think of him, so the ginger jokes still have a lasting effect on him. also none of his family has his hair texture, so he doesn’t really have a support system at home. sheila tries her best, at most she makes sure his hair is healthy, but she doesn’t know how to help style it.

cut his hair short in middle school because it was easier for him to manage and he thought it looked “more presentable” like that. as it grew in high school, he got an undercut so the back would stop matting from his hat.

stan got him a terrance & phillip themed bonnet for his birthday by the advice of wendy and bebe. kyle wears it to bed every night instead of his hat.

nicole is finally the one to help him out with styling, showing him some low-maintenance mousses and curl creams to use. i picture them hanging out in face masks with nicole practicing braid ideas for herself on kyle.

he still wears his hat as an adult, but gradually less and less. it becomes more of a nostalgic comfort item rather than something he needs daily.

eric cartman

knows how to take care of his hair, but doesn’t care enough to do it. he’s able to when he needs to convince people he’s nice.

uses a basic shampoo, conditioner, and leave in. lianne bought him a nice hair oil that eric never uses but always keeps it on his desk.

keeps his hair short. it’s easier for him handle on a daily basis and he just thinks it looks better on him.

he doesn’t wash his hair as often as he should so his scalp is super oily (the only reason his hair isn’t frizzy like the other boys).

in middle or high school, he probably dyed his hair a stupid color, immediately hated it, then dyed his hair back to brown. he still gets pissed off when he finds the color on his towels.

his hair doesn’t change much as he grows up, he just styles it more consistently as he gets older. i see him getting a corporate job straight out of college (and is hated immensely by hr) and being forced to look dressed up more often than he’s used to. he gets pretty good at raking a cream into his hair and blow drying with a coffee in his hand at 4am.

kenny mccormick

both from always having his hood on and never brushing, kenny’s is hair extremely tangled and dry.

as a kid, there would always be sticks and leaves stuck in his hair, even if he never took his hood off that day.

even as they get older, karen likes to braid kenny’s hair and cover him in ribbons and cute hair clips. he thinks it’s really cute and almost anytime his hood off is when his hair is practically sparkling. they also got matching locks of their hair dyed pink or purple.

only gets his hair cut with kitchen scissors so he has a lot of choppy layers (his hair is pretty straight so this is the only way he can get any volume). because of this, he changes his hairstyle pretty often. though, he likes keeping his hair longer so he can properly tie it back.

he does enjoy taking care of his hair, but he’s usually too busy to do anything other than wash it. he uses sweet scented shampoo and conditioner (strawberry, vanilla, coconut, etc).

[lasenbyphoenix]

2 Years of DMBJ Men : Who Wore It Better?

This weekend marks the 2nd anniversary of the first DMBJ Men : Who Wore It Better? polls (a.k.a. me playing with pictures of pretty men and making it everyone elses problem). We're getting closer to the 100th poll category at which time I'll do another stats round up to examine the winners, but today lets talk about the categories!

These polls have run the gambit from formal wear to casual wear to sleep wear, looked at costumes and armour and wigs, and examined jewellery, hair colour, hair styles and even the faces of our favourite Lost Tomb actors! We've explored lighting and photography styles, shooting locations, many different props and even had some animals joining in the fun.

(Above, Zhu Yilong's winning looks for Velvet, Teddy Bear's Picnic and Beach Scene editions)

Recently our actor list has expanded to include Tibetan Sea Flower and Southern Archives, and a new minipoll series has launched for the occasions when the guys are found to be wearing the exact same thing - which is more often than you'd think!

I'm still having fun making these polls and y'all are still voting and commenting so you must still like seeing them, so I wanted to throw a question to my lovely voting audience about what you'd like to see in future polls.

(Below, Liu Xueyi's winning looks for Wet, Purple Costume and In The Makeup Chair editions)

For reference this is how our past poll categories break down by theme:

Clothing: classic black suit, cosy sweaters, leather, canon leather, loud shirts, white suits, turtlenecks, sleeveless, hoodies, denim, stripes, forgotten buttons, red & pink suits, cosy sweaters revisted, Avante Garde, leather revisited, vests, pjs, green suits, blue suits, sleeveless revisited, gold, silver, red plaid, purple, lace, fur, words & graphics, animal print, velvet, white shirt, Chinese New Year touch of tradition, Winter wear,

Hair: Ponytails, hair colour, buzzcut, bed hair, ponytails revisited,

Accessories: glasses, wet, bling, hats, glasses revisited, pearls, something around your neck,

Costumes: Republican Era fashion, white/silver wigs, costume armour, purple costumes, costume hairstyles - top knot, full ponytail, half ponytail, half bun with guan, loose, braids,

Faces: smiles, smiles revisited, eyes closed, baby faced, beaten up,

Props: mirrors, guitarist, cars, motorbikes, book lover, behind the camera, roses, call me (phones), cuppa, teddy bears picnic, pondering orbs, fun & games,

Animals: cat companions, dog friends,

Locations: beach scene, nature scene, city scene, in the gym, in the kitchen, in the bathtub, through the looking glass, in the makeup chair, in the spotlight, in the recording studio, Summer vacation,

Vibes: wet, Avante Garde, beaten up, pondering orbs, Bond villain, fun & games, Halloween, Chinese New Year touch of tradition, Summer vacation,

Photography & lighting: black & white photography, bisexual lighting, dramatic lighting, silhouette, sun kissed, mirrors, black & white photography revisited, bisexual lighting revisited, neon lighting, through the looking glass, in the spotlight.

(Above, Liu Yuning's winning looks for Hair Colour, Black & White Photography revisited and Bisexual Lighting revisited editions)

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Reverie head cannons again!!!!

Casey and Honey :

Honey has this thing where, every time they call Casey a pet-name, they feel like they sound cringe. To combat this, Honey calls Casey shit like oomf, which pisses Casey off. (In a silly way dw)

Casey dyes his hair, and by this point it's so fried it fucking crunches when touched. The shit feels like aluminum foil.

Casey, if he ever were to actually fight someone, fights dirty, teeth and nails and shit like that. Mainly because he grew up the youngest, and most anxiety ridden, with 2 older brothers.

Casey grew up on those old cheap 2000s movies like spy kids and fuckin. Baby geniuses idk

Cyril and Dove :

Cyril smells funny. Not BAD, he just doesn't really shower often. He's a little greasy. (He also has a lot of body hair. No beard cuz he's totally a twink, but enough leg hair to knit some nice socks)

You'd think Cyril has shit posture, but surprisingly he has like perfect posture. His back is a straight line. Father and papa would kill him if he saw him slouching. Dove has shit posture tho

Dove is actually pretty fuckin' good at art, they just don't use it for anything other than drawing stupid shit

T-t-t-t4t..🥺🥺

Detective and Marlowe :

Detective and Axel are homies!! They talk shit together and Axel tells them the most foul stories!!!

Marlowe was like. In severe bisexual denial before going on the run. His whole thought process was like 'i can't like men, I have a girlfriend!! I am sososo heterosexual😁😁' (this is vergy much male Detective, sorgy.)

Marlowe usually sleeps on his back, never fully relaxed, always ready to wake up and attack someone. However, whenever he's really comfortable (like the first time he slept over at Detective's place, if that eventually happens IT WILL IT WILL IM DELUSIONAL IT WILL.) he is GONE. He does that thing cats do where they sleep so good they seem like they're definitely dead.

I feel like Marlowe will tear up when finally offered regular ass home cooked food. Dudes been living off fast food and chef boyardee for years.

Detective feels like they'd have just a shit ton of scars people can't see under their clothes, not as many as Marlowe totally, but still more than a normal guy should have. They're also all from much less cool things than Marlowe

Axel and Sunshine :

Axel grew up going to his grandma's house every weekend, so his nostalgia mainly flares up from those old 'as seen on TV' commercials, and bad 80s movies. Also his grandma had a clock that spouted one of the same 15 Bible verses every hour, and he very vividly remembers the little chime it made before each one. Knockoff soda is very nostalgic too.

Bunny, Kane, and Dion :

Bunny had just the most extensive PC setup. Everything was RGB, they're one of those weirdos who cares what their keyboard sounds like. That thing was their baby, before it was FUCKING DESTROYED. :(

Bunny, Experiment, and Dearest are family. Doesn't matter how close. attracting demons runs in the family.

Others :

Fausten is mute. Idk man we've never seen him talk :/ also the idea of your mentor just like. Silently looking over your work, emotionless, is HORRIFYING.

Lauren feels very 2000s older sister. (I'd let her call me a loser.. please have sex with me Lauren please please please please) (jokies!!!!)

Whenever Lauren leaves the house, and she knows she's gonna take like under 2 hours, she puts on those nature videos people use to keep pets from tearing up the house. Casey and Honey do watch them. (Just like Papa Reverie..)

Yk that scene in Still Wakes The Deep with the elevator shaft? The one where Caz is going up, and there's violin playing, and the sight above is so hauntingly beautiful, moreso than anything humans could make? That's what Mother looks like. She also has the same effect on people, body horror included :D

Essence eaters purr. Sorgy, I don't make the rules guys.

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ultimately!

[dykedvonte]

Can you talk about trans!Curly a little bit more? I'm curios if you have any headcanons and the like

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It's just such a thing in my mind because it adds a truthful sadness and differing aspect to mouthwashing.

If Curly was trans it adds the horror of the horribly selfish thought he could have easily been in Anya's situation. It could've been him but it wasn't and he so conflicted on the pit it put in his stomach that brings and the shameful relief it wasn't. In this scenario he is friends with Jimmy for a long time still. Jimmy likely knew him pretransition. Maybe he gave Curly weird looks then, maybe they never stopped after, maybe they seemed meaner. They are guys now, bros, both of them are. He doesn't really have to worry what those looks mean anymore, Jimmy just has that face with him sometimes. It's recontextualizing a lot of things for him that he was in denial about or too ashamed to admit. How naive he was being and how he let that get another person hurt.

Specifically with Anya, it's he knows the dread and fear she's feeling. He can understand it because he had to live with it for a good portion of his life, he knows it cause he still does, just in a slightly different way. It makes him think of all the times he's been alone with Jimmy, all the times he's been way more drunk off his ass and not remember the night, Jimmy was always with him the next day. Makes him think of the comments he would laugh off both because that's what guys do but because that part of being a girl says to laugh so Jimmy doesn't do something. It's the selfish realization that he was never safe and he's uncertain now too. Mad at himself for forgeting that feeling, espcially since for a long time he would've been considered the only woman on a crew (with all that implies) for a long time.

He should've taken those blinders off, step back into that position for just a moment and it's so much more painful that Anya likely came to him because he should've gotten it. Those thoughts don't leave his mind after the crash when he's in an even more vulnerable position than she was...

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