Well. You’ve gotten this far with her. She totally doesn’t want you to bend her over, violate her, choke her, spank her... No, by no means. Just- Cuddling is what she wants. Cuddling your cock-

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Komi is internally screaming. Externally- Her face is glowing, and her hands clutch the hem of her shirt. So desperate.

“....” “....” “...Cute...”

Time for Komi to comb through her follow list. She wants it to mean something special when she follows people.

!!!!!!!!!!

INTERNAL SCREAMING And a petite external squeak.

Nod nod.

“....Mh.” Komi tumbles off the side of her bed and manages to drag herself through her morning routine. She was exhausted, today- Hopefully, she gets some momentum later.

Already at 650 followers!?!? Komi isn’t ready for a 700 milestone! She scribbles on a piece of paper- Two words, for all of the people that make her day, every day.

“...” “...I don’t think that’s...” Komi watches in awe. What is she looking at? Perhaps... The fifth image in your camera roll.

Komi happily scribbled out the sheet, before burning it up so no one could see how much she loves turtlenecks. Theyre fun for cuddles, because she likes to burrow under them like a bunny.

Komi has engaged in less than reputable activities. She’s helpless to peer pressure-

Komi is starting a cult.

“...” “...Uhn..” Komi’s blanket seems to shift a little. Is she fantasizing again...? Meanwhile, in her thoughts..

Komi really feels like cuddling. Even if she’s a bit awkward about asking.

Mornings are evil- Luckily, Komi can tolerate this particular morning, since she just got a new toy in the mail. What? No, it’s not a dildo. That’d be- Pshhh.

... Komi is silently sniffling in the corner. A rattling cough shakes her core once ever five or so seconds. Her nose glows red, like her cheeks, and her eyes stay closed... The poor girl is sick. She could use a blanket. And some tissues-

Komi shambles to her bed. No need to undress- No need to prepare. Sleep; that’s what she needs. And a shoulder to rest her head against. A hand in her hair. Lips whispering in her ear. A body to hold onto... Z- Z... Zzz....

I wanted some rain, so I decided to make God cry.