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permanentswaps · 1 day

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The Cursed Hunk, Pt. 4

Read Part 1 and Part 2 by @manswaps and Part 3 by me.

Jared’s POV

I darted towards the bathroom, my body pulsating with an intense horniness that made it hard to think straight. As I rounded the corner, I collided with someone, nearly bouncing off their solid frame.

"Whoa, watch it!" a deep voice rumbled. I looked up to see an older, muscular guy with short silver hair and massive pecs standing before me. He was shirtless and clearly enjoying showing off his impressive physique.

"Sorry, man," I muttered, my breath catching at the sight of his muscles. "I just... I'm so horny right now. I need to get off or get out of this body."

The man raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued and a bit confused by my frantic words. "Get out of this body?" he repeated, skepticism evident in his voice. "What do you mean by that?"

I glanced around, making sure no one else was listening. "This body isn’t mine," I explained in a low voice. "I swapped into it. It’s a long story, but I need to swap again, and fast."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Sounds like a kinky game you’re playing, kid. But sure, I’ll play along. What do you need?"

I sighed, frustrated but determined to make him understand. "No, it’s not a game. It’s real. I need to find someone willing to swap bodies with me."

His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. "So, you’re serious? You can actually swap bodies?"

I nodded vigorously. "Yes! Please, just trust me. I’ll show you."

He extended his hand, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Name’s Derell, by the way. Let’s see what you’ve got, kid."

Relief washed over me, and I quickly led him to a stall in the bathroom. Once inside, I had us verbally agree to the swap. Moments later, I found myself looking down at my new, older body, marveling at the sheer strength and bulk of it.

Derell, now in the younger body I had just vacated, looked around, wide-eyed. "Damn, this is incredible," he muttered.

Without wasting another moment, I pulled him into a passionate kiss, our bodies pressing against each other in the confined space. The sensation of his firm muscles against mine was electrifying, and soon we were lost in the heat of the moment, our bodies moving in sync as we fucked in the stall.

Derell leaned against the wall, catching his breath. "Damn, this body really is super horny," he muttered, a mix of relief and amazement in his voice.

I nodded, still adjusting to my new, older body. "Yeah, it has a mind of its own sometimes. But it can be fun."

Derell chuckled, running a hand over his smooth, younger chest. "I can see why you were so desperate. This is quite the experience." Looking back at me, he said "So, how does this swap thing work exactly? Is it permanent?"

I shook my head. "It’s all about agreement. As long as both parties consent, the swap can happen."

A sly grin spread across Derell’s face. "I can work with that," he said.

Before I could say anything else, he slipped out of the stall and headed back into the club. I quickly followed, pushing through the throng of dancing bodies to keep an eye on him. The club was packed, the bass thumping through the floor and the lights flashing in a mesmerizing pattern.

Derell wasted no time, diving into the crowd and immediately drawing attention. His new, younger body seemed to have a magnetic effect on people, and soon he was surrounded by a group of attractive men, all eager to get to know him.

I struggled to keep up, trying to weave through the sea of people. "Hey, Derell!" I called out, but my voice was lost in the cacophony of music and chatter. By the time I reached the spot where I had seen him last, he was gone.

Panic set in as I scanned the room frantically, my eyes darting from one face to another. Where could he have gone? I pushed my way through the crowd, checking every corner of the club, but there was no sign of him. The realization hit me hard: that body was the only way any of us had back to our original bodies, I just lost him, and who knows how many other people he could swap tonight. This is bad. Really bad.

I need to find Seth. Now.

Seth’s POV

As I sat in the lounge with Diego, I found myself becoming more relaxed and comfortable in my dad's body. Diego's charm and confidence made it easy to forget the initial awkwardness. His touch, his laugh, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners—it all felt incredibly intoxicating.

"So, Marcus," Diego said, leaning in closer, "you ...."

He was interrupted by an older, muscular guy with short silver hair and massive pecs pushing through the crowd towards us.

"Hey," he said, his voice deep and commanding. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

I started to introduce him to Diego, unsure of who he actually was. "This is..."

"Jared," he finished, shooting me a look that clearly said we needed to talk.

"Uh, sure," I said, turning to Diego with an apologetic smile. "Give me a second?"

Diego nodded, a curious smile on his lips. "Of course."

Jared pulled me aside, his grip firm but not forceful. "We have a problem," he said in a low, apologetic voice. "I swapped with some guy named Derell. I can't find him, and he’s got that cursed body."

Realizing that this meant I said, "What the hell happened?"

"I know, I know," he said quickly, his tone genuinely remorseful. "But I need your help to find him. Otherwise we’ll be stuck like this."

I glanced back at Diego, who was watching us with mild curiosity. "Look, I'm kind of in the middle of something here," I said, my frustration evident. "I'm trying to enjoy this just like you said. You handle this."

Before Jared could argue further, Diego stood up and approached us. "Is everything alright?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said quickly. "Jared here just came over to tell me he wanted to head out soon and ask me if i had seen our other friend." I turned back to Jared “Sorry man I haven't, but it shouldn’t be too hard to find him, right?”

“Right,” Jared replied, “Sorry to interrupt.”

As Jared disappeared back into the club, Diego looked back at me and smiled. "Well, if everything's settled, how about we head back to my place? It's a bit quieter there."

My heart skipped a beat. "That sounds great," I said.

Diego's apartment was close by, a sleek and modern space that felt warm and inviting. As soon as the door closed behind us, he pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. Any lingering tension melted away as we stumbled towards his bedroom, shedding clothes along the way.

In the bedroom, we fell onto the bed, our hands exploring each other's bodies with a hunger that felt insatiable. Diego's touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine.

"Haha, yours isn’t too bad either," I replied, letting my fingertips glide along his smooth, bare waist. The sensation of his skin under my touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine.

He reached over to his bedside table and handed me a bottle of lube. I squirted some onto my hands, warming it up between my palms before reaching down.

As I slipped one finger into his ass, he let out a soft moan, his body arching slightly. "Mmm, that feels good," he murmured.

I added a second finger, then a third, stretching him gently and watching his expressions shift with pleasure. "You ready?" I asked, positioning myself and lining my cock up against his hole.

"Yes, sir," he replied smugly, his eyes glinting with anticipation.

As I slid myself in, his cocky smile quickly turned to one of surprise. I guess my new cock was a bit bigger than he was expecting. He gasped, his eyes widening as he adjusted to the size.

"Whoa," he breathed, his hands gripping the sheets.

I started out with slow, deep thrusts, making sure to massage his torso as he took it. My hands roamed over his chest, rubbing and pinching his nipples, feeling his heartbeat quicken under my touch. His body responded eagerly, his moans growing louder with each movement.

"God, you feel amazing," Diego panted, his fingers digging into my back.

I increased the pace gradually, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The room was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Diego's moans grew more urgent, his body trembling beneath mine. I knew he was close, and I was too, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level.

"Come for me," I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear.

With a final, deep thrust, Diego cried out, his body convulsing as he reached his climax. The sight of him losing control pushed me over the edge, and I followed him into bliss, every muscle in my body tensing and then releasing in a wave of ecstasy.

We lay there afterward, tangled together, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Diego turned to me with a lazy smile, his eyes half-closed in contentment. "You, Marcus, are something else."

I grinned, feeling a deep satisfaction that went beyond the physical. "So are you, Diego. So are you."

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theotherbuckley · 2 days

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I like you (because you're you) - bucktommy 2K

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“Who was that?” Tommy asks, walking up to where Buck’s sat on the couch, phone placed down in his lap. They’d just finished dinner, Buck had cooked a delicious pasta dish that had Tommy coming back for seconds. He’d told Buck how much he liked it, and Buck had promised he’d make it again before his phone started buzzing and he’d apologised before taking the call.

Buck gives him a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His cheerful self from earlier seemingly replaced with a faded version. He has this distant look in his eyes which he quickly blinks away before he speaks. “Uh, that was my friend Connor. He, uh, just wanted some of my medical records.” He waves his hand like it’s no big deal. It isn’t. Not really. His brain is just being stupid, is all.

Tommy raises his eyebrows before frowning. “Why’d he need those?” He questions, coming to sit down next to Buck. He places his hand on Buck’s thigh momentarily, squeezing softly like he just knows that Buck needs a little bit of comfort right now even if he doesn’t quite understand why.

“Uh, their son was at a doctor's appointment, just having a check-up or something, and I’m well— they used my sperm so, you know, they just want to make sure everything is in order, I guess,” he rushes out the last part, desperate to get the words out like if he says it fast enough Tommy won’t even realise what he’s said and it won’t cause any issues.

Tommy’s brows rise further as he takes that in. Buck watches him process, afraid that his life will once again be too much for someone, and they’ll walk out. It’s what people do — when Buck inevitably becomes too much and when they decide what he’s offering, what he can’t give them, isn’t enough in return, they leave.

“Is that— is that a problem?” Buck hates the way his voice wavers as he speaks. Hates the way he can’t hide his emotions at all. He really likes Tommy, really wants him to stick around. He’ll do what he can to make that happen. He’ll make himself more useful so that Tommy won’t want to leave. He’ll—

“No, no, of course not.” Tommy says it like there’s no other answer. Like he can’t imagine anyone thinking that’s a problem. Buck waits for the inevitable ‘but’.

“But.” Buck braces. “But I’m just surprised I’ve never heard of this guy before is all,” Tommy says. Buck exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Oh uh, yeah, we— we aren’t really close.”

“But you donated sperm for him?” There’s genuine confusion in his voice.

“Yeah, well, I guess— he asked. I may not have spoken to him in a while but, I wasn’t gonna say no.”

“You have the biggest heart, Evan. I think what you did is incredibly honourable. How are they doing now?” Tommy asks gently, seemingly comfortable to move the conversation on.

“I’m—I'm not actually sure.” He sighs. “That was the first time they’d called since the birth. And that was only because they needed something.” He laughs at the end like his words don’t speak to some greater insecurity deep inside him. Like it doesn’t hurt that his friend hasn’t talked to him until they needed him.

“Ah,” Tommy says, and Buck can here the judgement dripping from his mouth. He’s not sure exactly what he’s done, but it’s always something. Maybe he should have been the one to check in on them, maybe—

“I don’t think he sounds like a very good friend,” Tommy states.

Buck frowns, he didn’t expect him to say that. The truth is, Buck sometimes wonders that himself. What he lands on instead is that there must be something wrong with him. Because it’s not just Connor who wants things from him and then doesn’t care about any other part of Buck. It’s just how it’s always been. People take, and Buck gives. He gives, and he gives, and it’s never quite enough, but he tries.

“Sometimes I feel like people only like me when I’m useful,” Buck admits in a whisper, letting the words stuck inside his head free. It’s not that he thinks it; he knows it. He knows he’s only worth something when people can use him, and he’s lived with that his whole life. He was born to save someone, and he failed, but that’s his whole purpose even now.

He saves people for a living. He’ll babysit whenever anybody asks, he’ll be your trivia partner when you need to win. He’ll let his friends use him for his sperm. And it’s not that he doesn’t want to. He does. He loves doing these things for his friends because he can. But sometimes it hurts a little knowing that it’s not him that they want. They just… like his ability to do things.

“Evan, I like you. Regardless of anything you can or can’t do. I like you.” Tommy emphasises the you like Buck being Buck is somehow special.

Buck can’t stop the wet laugh that escapes his throat. He shakes his head, sniffles before composing himself. “No, no,” he says, because it’s not true, it can’t be. “But—but it’s okay because I’ll make sure you don’t get bored of my I-I’ll cook dinner, and I’ll do the dishes, and I’ll make sure we always win at trivia and— and I don’t know anything about cars or Muay Thai, but I’ll learn.” Buck’s rambling, the words tumbling out of his mouth in one breath. He needs to make sure Tommy knows that he’ll do his best; even if it’s hard, he’ll be useful because then Tommy will stay, and he really wants Tommy to stay.

“Evan.” It’s that soft voice again. Placating, like he’s talking to a small child. Like he’s trying to get him to listen.

Buck shifts his gaze from the floor to Tommy. He looks sad. Buck wishes he wasn’t the one to make him look like that. He tries to smile at him, anything to bring those soft creases at the edges of Tommy’s eyes back, but his heart’s not really in it.

“Evan,” Tommy says again, locking his eyes on Buck’s. “You don’t need to be useful for me to like you. I like you because you’re adorable. I like you because you’re funny and you don’t care what people think. ‘Who cares’, right?” Tommy chuckles. Buck likes that sound. “I like that you were willing to try again with me, even if you bought me god-awful coffee with it.” Buck lets out a wet chuckle at that. “I look at you, Evan, and I see someone who cares so deeply about your friends. Willing to put your life on the line for others. But it’s more than that, I like the way you ramble about random things you find on the internet, and how you try out 100 different lasagna recipes because you need to find the right one even though you burn half of them.”

“Hey!” Buck says in weak protest. He’s right, though. There’s a warmth in his chest at the fact that Tommy noticed.

Tommy keeps going. “I like how big your smile gets when you talk about Chris or Jee-Yun. I like the way that your cheeks turn the colour of your birthmark when you’re flustered. I just— I really like you, Evan. You could— you don’t have to cook for me every day or give me the answers at trivia night for me to want you to stick around. I like you because you’re you.”

Buck can’t stop the tears trickling down his cheeks. His whole life has been about being useful, and it’s so hard to believe anything different but the way Tommy talks about him. Like maybe he really does see him. “I don’t know how to— I want to believe you but it’s just, every relationship I’ve had has felt like people want something from me. Abby needed help when her mom died, and then she just left. I always felt like Ali just wanted a place to crash when she was in town. I mean, she’s the reason I have this apartment in the first place. Taylor just wanted sex at first, and then she started getting insights into news stories from the firehouse, and she always valued that more than spending time with me. She’d ask me how my day was, not because she cared but because she wanted to know if there was anything worth writing about. Hell, she even published a book about me. Even after it was over, she used me as much as she could.” The tears are flowing faster now, and his voice cracks as he speaks. It’s stupid to get so emotional about this, but Buck can’t stop now. Now that he’s opened the faucet of this insecurity of his, it’s like everything he’s been bottling inside is bubbling to the surface and he can’t stop it.

“And Nat—Natalia,” Buck continues, hiccuping through his tears. “She just wanted to understand my death. Asked me a hundred— a hundred questions about what it was like, and at first, I thought maybe she could actually see me, but I feel like she was just using me for something too.” Buck wipes his face. He’s sure he must look like a mess right now — tear-streaked face, snot dripping down from his nose. Tommy doesn’t deserve to deal with all this. “Sorry,” Buck chuckles, the sound getting caught in his throat. “You didn’t need to hear about all that.”

“Hey,” Tommy says, moving closer towards Buck. He tucks his fingers under Buck’s chin forcing him to look Tommy in the eyes. He holds Buck’s face tenderly in his hand, always so gentle. “You can talk to me about anything, and I will listen, okay?”

“I don’t want to bore you,” Buck says softly, moving to look down at the ground once more but Tommy doesn’t let him get away, holding him firmly yet soft, like Buck’s something precious.

“You couldn’t,” Tommy replies sincerely. “If it weren’t for you, how else would I know that the Australians started a war on emus, huh?” He jokes.

“And lost,” Buck whispers because he can’t help it.

“And lost!” Tommy repeats. Buck had gone on a tangent about it just the other day. He’d gone to the zoo with Christopher, and they’d been having a lot of fun until they stood too close to the fence, and an emu had come up and startled them. Buck had decided in that moment that he needed to find out every single detail about them, which led him to discovering that in 1932, Australia declared war on emus —and then proceeded to lose. He’d met up with Tommy after and rambled about his findings because he thought it was absolutely hilarious. Tommy sat there smiling at him, evidently listening to every word that he said, taking it in and remembering it all.

“I like listening to you talk, Evan. I like you. And I’ll tell you that as much as you need to hear. Now,” Tommy claps his hands together. “Tomorrow, I’m cooking for you. You don’t need to do anything except sit there and look pretty. Let someone do something for you for once. Okay?”

Buck just nods, wiping at his eyes before slumping into Tommy’s now open arms and relishing in the comfort of his boyfriend. He doesn’t quite believe him, not yet. He wants to. It’s just prior experience has moulded his brain a certain way and now he just can’t believe any different. He wants to. He wants someone to like him, to love him, even when he can’t be useful. He hopes that maybe Tommy will show him that that’s possible.

For now, he tucks his head into Tommy’s shoulder, clutches onto him like he’s going to disappear and lets himself be held. Tommy kisses his birthmark like it’s sacred, holds him and tells him he likes him over and over. Buck thinks maybe he really does.

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thewertsearch · 2 days

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CCG: AUGH CCG: THERE WAS ANOTHER LITTLE HONK CCG: IT WAS SO FAINT CCG: DID I JUST IMAGINE IT? I THINK I MIGHT BE LOSING IT.

Karkat’s pretty close to snapping himself, which would be an understandable reaction to the events of the last two minutes, let alone the last month. He doesn't deserve this.

Come to think of it, have we ever seen any incarnations of Karkat from beyond this point on the timeline? I don't think we have. That's understandable, I suppose - seeing a Karkat this traumatized would have given the game away.

CCG: GUESS I HAVE TO BRAVE IT FOR FEFERI'S SAKE. PAST cuttlefishCuller [PCC] 380 HOURS AGO responded to memo. PCC: For my sake? 38)

A ghost appears in chat.

This is just haunting, isn't it? Thanks to Trollian, Karkat can freely converse with his dead friends, but trying to save them will immediately doom the timeline. All he can do is dodge her confused questions, as her corpse lies not five feet from where he's standing.

Oh, the clown car is just full to the brim today, isn't it?

That’s what an angel looks like? I don’t know what the fuck us up with LOWAA, but I need to find out more.

PCA: are you busy PCA: you said youd try to make it to lowwaa soon wwell howw about it CCG: DUDE, ARE YOU AN IDIOT, YOU CAN PLAINLY SEE I AM FROM 300 FUCKING HOURS IN THE FUTURE, EVEN IF I WERE REMOTELY INTERESTED, WHICH TO THAT I SIMPLY SAY WHAT THE FUCK.

Methinks Eridan is just not a very observant person. The trolls have a lot of smart cookies on their team, but he's not one of them.

PCA: can you put in a wword wwith your past self maybe buggin him to make the trip wwhen he gets the chance CCG: WAIT, WERE YOU HITTING ON ME BACK THEN? CCG: *ARE* YOU HITTING ON ME? CCG: LIKE AN ACTUAL RED SOLICITATION, IS THAT WAS THIS WAS???

I honestly think Eridan might be a bigger problem than Vriska.

With Vriska, there’s always been a sense that she at least regrets what she does. That doesn’t stop her from doing it, but it does mean there’s a seed of remorse inside her that could, in time, bloom into actual character development.

Eridan, on the other hand, completely lacks even the most meager shred of introspection. Not only does he not understand why his behavior is wrong, he doesn't even recognize it as wrong. He was remorseless in his harassment of Feferi, he was remorseless when he attacked Sollux, and I guarantee he’ll be just as remorseless as a full-fledged murderer.

CCG: I THOUGHT YOU LOVED HER. PCA: wwho man wwhat are you talkin about CCG: AND ALSO… PCA: wwhat youre not makin sense CCG: I CAN'T CCG: I CAN'T EVEN TYPE HER NAME CCG: SHE WAS MY FRIEND CCG: SHE WAS MY REALLY GOOD FRIEND AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL TO DO NOW THAT SHE'S GONE.

Can someone just give this kid a hug?

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #3360 #s121

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selfloverrrrrr · 2 days

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Spoilers warning:

Can i request yandere sukuna in megumi’s body where he noncon reader? And megumi lowkey likes it lol and you can include your own ending where sukuna got exorcised and megumi getting back his own body, turns out y/n got preggo now megumi’s forcing reader get married with him?

Thank youu

I'll accept you...

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference, Yandere, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

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I'm a student of jujutsu high Tokyo. I'm a first year.... in grade four. Gojo satoru is the one who took the responsibility to make me understand my cursed energy and how to use it. Cause I can't use it properly. We're best friends... Me, Yuji, Megumi and Nobara.

Gojo Satoru just got sealed. Every sorcerer went to shibhuiya to get Gojo back. Everyone was Panicking all the time.

They were collecting the wounded sorcerers in a room. They were searching for them all over Shibuya City. I was in the room alone. Waiting for someone to come. It was too long time no one came. But I didn't have any other choice. I have to wait for them.

Being tired I kinda fall asleep on the bed of that room. Suddenly hard a chuckle of a male voice. My eyes wide open. I looked at the door saw itadori standing there. "M-Megumi?" I asked.

" Tsk.... guess again" he said walking towards me. Then I saw tattoos on his face. " Sukuna" I gasped. " Ahhh.... Now better" he replied. I got up from the bed. I was so confused and shocked. Sukuna??? In Megumi's body???? How? "They leave you alone here?... Pathetic!" Sukuna laughed. "H-how are you in Megumi's body???" I asked. "I switched with his body....you don't need explanation brat" he said and stepped closer and I stepped backwards.

I could feel the situation isn't okey right now....I was about to run but he immediately came infront of me. He was too fast. "Where do you think you are going,huh?" he asked and grabbed my hair and dragged me towards the bed. I groaned in pain. He threw me on his bed and locked the door. Took off his shirt and threw it on the floor then started crawling towards me on the bed."please stop" I said and tried to push myself backwards but he grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him. I gasped. He was still smirking."stop?... Where's the fun then? The fun part is about to began ~" he whispered and crashed his lips on mine.

I tried to push him away but his grip was too strong. I can't even move myself. He was kissing me too roughly. I couldn't breathe. He grabbed the hem of my top and pulled it over my head. My boobs bounced out. He looked at those with lust in his eyes. He didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensetion. I grabbed his hair and tried to stop him by pulling it but it didn't even effect on him. "S-stop ...... Oh god please stopppp" I scremed but he didn't stop.

Then he took off my pant and then took off my pantie."spread those legs wider, slut " he whispered and then looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " filthy whore is fucking wet". Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pant.

His dick sprang out. It was big and thick. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " P-please no... s-stop" I begged but didn't even listen to me and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I scremed. " You whores will never learn how to behave " He said and slapped me. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was licking it so much. His thurst became harder and harder. "M-Megumi ..... Oh f-fuck.... Megumi please stop him!!!" I cried out. " Megumi is watching these right now.... and do you wanna know what's he doing??.... He's stroking himself right now" Sukuna whispered and laughed evilly. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly "fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength. I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Stop struggling slut...!!!" He screamed. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. My vision blurred out.

It's been months now from that night. He used me every day like a toy for him. Today morning was something good. A great day. I heard a good news that Sukuna got exorcist. The people of jujutsu high took me to the jujutsu high's room again.

Someone knocked on the door. "W-who?" I asked. "It's... it's me... M-Megumi" the voice replied from the door way. "C-come in" I replied. Megumi opened the door and came in. He sit beside me. "Y/n..... look... Look we both know what happened" he said. I hide my face because tears coming from my eyes. "Y/n look I wanna say something... I could never confess to you because I thought you won't say yes to me but I'm saying it now... And I heard you're pregnant.... And we both know that it's my child... Can I be the proper father if you want....? I love you y/n I love you so fucking much.... I want to take care of you.... And I talked with Gojo too... He said he's gonna help us too if you agreed to be mine... please...? Can I be yours?" Megumi asked holding my hand. Tears still falling. "Yes" I sobbed with a smile. I felt happy. Megumi smiled back and kissed me. I kissed him back..... maybe this is the new way to start our life...

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idlerin · 20 hours

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love sick — 05. it’s all cliché and full of obvious red flags

romance 101; guideline #18 — before anything else, to love someone is to love yourself first.

the squeak of the ball hitting the ground and shoes sliding across the vinyl flooring were the sounds you heard as you spent the past hour or so watching grown men consistently smashing a ball. you were one to play your roles well but you did not find that much of an interest in sports in general. you understood why people enjoyed them but it never really became your “thing”. as you watch your quote-en-quote boyfriend on the court, you’re beginning to see the appeal.

you had eyes, it was no wonder why so many people fell for suna rintarou if you only consider his physical attributes from afar. maybe it was his gaze? It was the kind that lures you in, he doesn’t look particularly interested most of the time, perhaps that was why people get a kick when he reacts differently. people have their preferences so you wouldn’t put it past them to be attracted to suna’s kind, those who make you want to learn more about them because of how reserved they are.

you look at your phone to check the time, it is 1:30 pm, their practice was supposed to end early. “early” because they began at around 6 in the morning, you could never even imagine running in the morning.

you sighed, it wasn’t like being in the gymnasium was that bad. your friends, atsumu and kageyama were here too since they were part of the team but other than that you were a total loner. sure, there are some other people here with business you don’t know of and some just there to watch and you could probably approach one of them to get some company… but that meant you had to further the conversation, you usually do have a lot of things to say but that’s exactly the problem.

your mind wanders to a conversation you had with a person the other day instead, their name was… hayami? yeah, it was hayami. she wanted to approach you about this certain situation she was in. her friend of four years confessed to her and she didn’t know what to do because she didn’t know if she liked him back in that way. throughout the years she’s had several “what-ifs” about liking this friend but it was never really a strong emotion. now that he’s confessed to her, she doesn’t know how to properly respond and she ended up running away from him. she's afraid he thinks she hates him now.

the first thing you told her was that it was okay to feel confused because she didn’t have to name a proper emotion for it right now, being “sure” of liking someone can take time. you advised her to tell him that she needs time to think first so he isn’t left hanging and that whatever she decides what to do, he should be able to understand. hayami voiced out her worries that she didn’t want to hurt his feelings because of how much she treasured their friendship. you replied by stating that not saying and telling what she meant from the beginning could hurt her and him more in the long run.

“head in the clouds?” a voice you’ve recently become used to reach your ears. you jerk your head back only to see suna in front of you, a towel slung over his shoulder.

“are you done?” your shoulders resigned from the previous bit of shock at his presence, you really were too lost in your thoughts.

“yeah, i’ll just get some things from the changing room,” he said, you nodded while your eyes drifted behind him. atsumu was wiggling his eyebrows at you and you resisted the urge to grimace.

“i’ll go with you,” you exclaim, sick and tired of sitting on the bench.

“didn’t know [name] the sweetheart was such a perv,” suna raised a brow at you.

“excuse you?” you asked, confused.

“i’m going to change,” suna deadpanned, “if you wanted to watch i’d let you.”

you shook your head, at a loss for words for once in your life, “that was obviously not what i meant, but i’ve already had my hands on you, right?” you smile, recalling yesterday when you bombarded him with a hug acting like a girlfriend who missed her boyfriend very very much. your mind was then brought back to your cupcakes which were unapologetically ruined, you mourn your hours of hard work, “so what’s a little sight-seeing?” you continue to tease, standing up.

now you’ve made him speechless, he thought he could win? hah not as long as you still have your wits about you.

“nice to know you think i’m such a view, i’d assume you enjoyed yourself for the past few hours then?” suna started walking before you could retort, you were left to follow him with a small smile on your face due to amusement.

on your way to the lockers, you saw kageyama still practicing, he really could not catch a break, wasn’t practice over? meanwhile, atsumu was making grand gestures towards you and suna, and you wished you had something to throw at him. unfortunately for you and fortunate for him, you only brought your phone out with you today (you had no classes, okay, you initially planned to catch up on some reading today, ann liang’s this time it’s real—which was coincidentally about fake dating as well—was waiting for you at home).

“hey, what were you going to give me today?” you finally ask, you didn’t get to properly talk about it with him since he was busy training. you were leaning on the wall next to the entrance of their changing rooms, he was the only one in there so it was fine to act casual.

it took a minute or two before suna finally came out, duffel bag over his shoulder where the towel once was and cloth scrunched in his hands. said cloth was then tossed to you, you almost dropped it since your reflexes aren’t that quick.

“my extra jersey, wear it on the game this sat,” suna said casually as he watched you hold his jersey up, the number 7 plastered on it, the name suna on the back. how many times have you read and watched main characters in books and films cheer for their significant other while wearing their jerseys? now you are going to partake in that sports romance trope, how funny reality can be!

“oh is that all? what else do we do for today?” your head tilts to the side.

“i heard there’s an event in the campus grounds today, i was thinking we could go there since there would be a lot of people,” suna urged you to start walking and follow him with a simple nudge of his head.

“alright, i’ll warn you now though i didn’t bring any money,” you said with a skip in your step, still clutching the shirt since you don’t have anywhere to leave it in, “can you put this in your bag first, though?”

“who said you were paying?” he said casually while taking his jersey and placing it in his bag for a second.

you froze for a moment, “could you stop acting like a k-drama male lead?”

this made suna chuckle, he chuckled, you don’t think you’ve even seen the man smile, “you caught on quickly, huh? osamu’s been recommending me shows so that i could ‘learn by example’ whatever that means.”

right, you keep forgetting the suna is in the same friend group as atsumu and his brother, you know there’s this other guy in the group too named omiomi something? atsumu wouldn’t shut up about him. you’ve met osamu briefly before but you wouldn’t say that you were properly acquainted with him, you do see him a lot on campus because you get startled by how much him and atsumu look alike.

“i’m a matchmaker, i’m clearly well-versed in all forms of romantic media,” you say in a ‘duh’ tone.

“you can carry us then, acting romantic isn’t for me,” suna shrugged.

“no, you have to do your part,” you insist, as you step out of the gymnasium.

“what you want me to hold your hand or something?”

“that would be a good start,” you say, holding your hand out to him. he stares at it as if it’s some unknown species, and then he wordlessly extends his hand to intertwine with yours.

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it was only recently that [name] got addicted to strawberry flavored drinks.

semi has gigs weekly that [name] always goes to watch.

atsumu once during april fools convinced osamu to wear matching clothes from head to toe and wear matching caps to see how many people would confuse them for each other.

love sick ! a suna rintarou social media au

synopsis. cupid! calling cupid! as the resident matchmaker slash hopeless romantic of tokyo university, you are the person people look for to get love advice or to set them up with the love of their lives. when suna rintarou comes to you asking for the opposite, to help fend people away from trying to get with him, to the extremes of even asking to fake date you, you couldn't refuse! mostly because you did owe him since he was on the receiving end of a bunch of your clients’ unsuccessful love efforts (hey, you do warn them your matchmaking only has a 62.3% success rate).

a/n — gotta love a man that insults you (just kidding, suna rintarou is the exception).

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FORGOTTEN PROMISE

SUMMARY: you made a promise to Blade before you disappeared from his life forever. It's been a long time and you've long forgotten the past along with the promise you made — but not Blade. (Blade x f!reader)

WC: 1.6k

WARNINGS: asphyxia, rough Blade, blood, disemboweled bodies, a little bit angst, wip

AUTHOR'S NOTE: my first drabble (idk) that I crashed more than once, omg. enjoy reading, mates.

you carefully stepped over the lifeless body of an unknown cloud knight lying in the way. the salty metallic smell of blood hung in the air, and several viscous purple puddles covered the floor underfoot. a terrible picture opened before your eyes: heads and cut throats brutally smashed against cargo containers, broken limbs and gradually appearing on the bodies of cadaverous miasma with a characteristic putrid, sweet smell. despite the fact that there were countless corpses disfigured by the blade around, you did not feel the same nausea that appeared from the heavy stench of death. being a long-lived woman who has lived for decades, you have seen many soldiers loyal to the xianzhou alliance who have passed away: you saw them before the fatal battle with confident smiles on their faces and heard how the soldiers were escorted to the accompaniment of bitter female sobs and enthusiastic whistles from the excited crowd before they faced, after the defeat of mara, the curse of a long life continuing their existence in immortal, mindless bodies. the truth that I didn't want to accept.

moving with quiet steps along a suspiciously neatly laid out row of corpses, you occasionally looked back, as if mesmerized, staring at the bloody footprints left by shoes. but what you were worried about right now was not cleaning the damaged shoes, but something else — it was too quiet. despite your loneliness, it was as if you were naked, defenseless and vulnerable to something unknown. In front of something invisible and shapeless, which will overtake and sink sharp claws into the back at any moment. a golden ginkgo leaf landed on the toe of the shoe, slowly spinning in a gust of wind: withered, with barely noticeable cuts. here, one did not need to have psychic abilities and have the matrix of prescience ultima to understand whose handiwork it was. who left behind a mountain of mercilessly slaughtered bodies, as if hinting at his presence very close.

"no job was worth it..." you muttered out loud in fright, gradually retreating back on legs stiff with fear to the cherished exit. a few steps and finally a safe zone will appear. in the distance, the armor of the cloud knights who had arrived for the patrol could be heard ringing, which were clearly concerned about the sudden loss of a dozen of their comrades.

it was necessary to get out of lofu xianzhou as soon as possible, before he noticed you, learned of your presence on the ship. you'll have to hide your tracks, confuse your pursuer and get lost somewhere in the depths of space for the next few decades until everything settles down and your existence is remembered. it's like you were never born. should you inform the IPC that you are in danger and at gunpoint with one of the most wanted criminals? you reached into your pocket, trying to find your phone there. suddenly you bumped into someone with your back, hitting someone else's chest weakly.

"oh, I'm sorry! I..." you turned around to apologize to the unknown, but then froze in place. the fear that had bound the muscles began to spread deeper into the body, like roots breaking through the soil. your insides felt like they were twisting into a knot, and a viscous lump was coming up to my throat, blocking the oxygen. your heart was pounding somewhere in my temples, and the noise in my ears did not stop. Blade was standing behind him. he was exactly as you remembered him, and clearly had no intention of just saying hello after years of silence.

to run. inside, everything screamed that it was necessary to get away from him as soon as possible, while there was still no opportunity. you practically took off in the opposite direction, but someone else's hands gripped your shoulders tightly, pinning you with force against a nearby cargo container. you screamed softly when you hit the metal wall, closing your eyes reflexively. an unpleasant pain spread through my body, tingling in my suddenly numb muscles. you felt BLADE put his finger to your lips, telling you to be silent.

"really, I'm going to die like this," you thought in a panic, dreaming of falling into the ground without feeling pain. at any moment, you could lose your life if you just moved once more and gave a reason to the hunter right in front of you. but there was no feeling of the cold metal of the blade on the skin, no suffocating grip, only silence between them and the occasional footsteps of excited knights. it was only when you decided to open your eyes that you came face to face with your death. Blade was still gripping your shoulder tightly with one hand, pinning you back against the wall and glaring at you with displeasure. no, not just dissatisfied: in the scarlet eyes burned all shades of malice and hatred, which seemed to burn through your body.

"Blade..." before you could finish, you shrank back into the cargo container behind him when he abruptly pressed a bandaged palm to your lips. the cloud knights were very close, passing by a couple of containers nearby.

"you haven't changed a bit. even now, being on the verge of death, you can't close your mouth," Blade suddenly whispered with a hint of irony in his voice, grinning. after a couple of minutes, other people's voices gradually subsided, and now you are left alone, in the middle of a pile of decomposing knight corpses.

lowering his hand, he grabbed your chin and slightly lifted your head up, examining the familiar, refined features of a face stretched out from fright. it was as if he was making sure that he had caught the right person. a satisfied grin appeared on his lips, after which everything inside shrank again. after all, you got to know each other from the very beginning, it's just that everyone took this fact in their own way.

"it's been a long time since we've seen each other..." he drawled, putting his hand on your neck. unlike the monotonous voice, his skin was hot, as if burning, leaving an indelible mark near the throbbing artery. "hoping to get away from me by wandering around the universe in a panic? this overly idiotic arrogance suits you."

you were about to object when suddenly strong hands closed tightly around your neck, pressing on the artery. he watched with sadistic pleasure as you floundered in his arms in fright, desperately trying to save your own life: clinging to your palms with sharp nails, scratching bandages and glove fabric; trying to get your foot into the man's stomach so that he would have mercy. coughing and wheezing, you continued to try to push Blade away and take a breath of air, but the man remained steadfast.

"you made me a promise. however, you continue to pretend that nothing is happening," Blade said this time without malice, loosening his grip for a split second. it was not difficult for a hunter to end your life at any moment by making one simple move. but there was clearly an unknown reason why he was just harassing you to nip your will in the bud.

"i... don't understand..." you tried to say when the desired drop of oxygen entered your lungs. he was mocking. he was definitely enjoying what was happening, reducing the intake of air each time, listening to the quiet wheezing. that's exactly what you were thinking when your weakened legs suddenly lifted a couple of centimeters off the ground.

"really?" sarcasm was clearly audible in the chilling voice. Blade seemed to doubt the truth of the words. "have your memories become clouded in so many years? what a pity. i can help you remember."

the pressure on his neck increased, and the picture in front of his eyes began to float, drowning in mixed shades. Blade's silhouette became so blurred that it was barely possible to recognize his facial features. your legs were sluggishly beating against the metal wall, as if it was the last hope to reach his tormentor and escape from the suffocating embrace.

suddenly, everything stopped. you fell to your knees, convulsively inhaling as much air as possible into your lungs while tears involuntarily flowed down your cheeks. not out of happiness or resentment, they just appeared by themselves. Blade spared you.

"you know, i've changed my mind," he said, squatting down next to you. the man was not worried that you would decide to take off and try to escape from him again. In such a state, you would hardly be able to stand on your own, let alone run. "after all, centenarians have so much time to enjoy all the delights of life.… so during this period of time, you will definitely remember everything."

you stared at him blankly, trying to focus and ignore the annoying dizziness, but all attempts were in vain. the cyanotic bruises from the long fingers on his neck hurt, and it was completely unpleasant to touch them. Blade picked up your supple body and threw it over his shoulder, heading in the opposite direction from the escape exit.

"where... are we..." you asked almost in a whisper. your head felt heavy, it seemed like an unaffordable weight along with the rest of your body, your eyes were sticking together, and my mouth felt like a desert. you were about to lose consciousness after a few minutes of suffocation.

"what do you think?" obviously, it was a rhetorical question. you slowly closed your eyes, finally resigned to your fate, no longer able to keep your mind in mind. the last thing you could hear was Blade's satisfied grunt and a hand on your waist.

"to a place where you will remember and fulfill your promise to me. whether you want it or not."

#hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #hsr x female reader #hsr blade #blade x reader #blade x you #blade x y/n #blade x female reader #blade honkai #honkai star rail #drabble #wip #honkai sr #female reader #y/n #x reader #fyp

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these-posts-arent-real · 2 days

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warrior cats dash sim anyone?

#no canon characters #sorray guys thats too much #im just gonna do some made up dudes

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🔲 yourfave-tunnel-guy-deactivat

Guys I hate tunnellers. Lmao.

🌱 dirtdigger-23 Follow

By StarClan, I hate this mindset. Tunnellers are such an underappreciated part of WindClan society. Just because we don't do as much running or typical hunting doesn't make us less valuable than you. Op and cats like him are so stupid.

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Crow-food-worth reading comprehension lmao. It was satire (the url clearly states "tunnel.") Also, her*

🌱 dirtdigger-23 Follow

Ok I see where that was probably satire (OP should have made that more clear though) Where are you getting "her" from though lmao. OP's url is "yourfave-tunnel-guy"

🌻 l1llyst3m Follow

I'm getting "her" because I'm OP. This is my new account. I'm trans. Hope this helps.

#i said so in the tags of the last addition #but as i said. crow-food-worth reading comprehension #prev probably didnt even read my tags lmao

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🌾 barncat-vibes Follow

I am goingto fucking kill Jadestar. Lmao.

🌾 barncat-vibes Follow

WRONG BLOG

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Clanblr user barncat-vibes is from rc confirmed??

🏞 trouttail-prefers-bass Follow

Haha I already knew that, I'm mutuals with them on their main, plus we're IRL friends. Forgot that wasn't common knowledge.

🐱 berrrrry-o Follow

tbh I always assumed they were wc since thats the clan closest 2 the barns...

🪵 i-eat-moss Follow

Uh sorry ar ewe just glossing over how @barncat-vibes and @trouttail-prefers-bass are IRLS???!!!!?

#mutuals i can understand since they have the same ideas on like #social justice stuff... they both post trans stuff sometimes #but #IRLS? #SOMEONE is fucking with me #i met trouttail once at a gathering #nice dude #suuuper weird to imagine him knowing barncat-vibes

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🌅 kit-names-inspo Follow

I've decided to make a full post on this, since I've noticed this issue a lot lately. So let me make this clear:

I am NOT comfortable with "transgender" cats using my name suggestions to pick out new names. The service I provide is to help queens who have or are having kits, not confused males who think they're mollies.

STOP using my blog for your delusions.

🌅 kit-names-inspo Follow

Go ahead and unfollow me. I didn't want you 200 transgenders on my blog anyway.

🛤 carnation-stem-02 Follow

Anyone else find it funny how after this post OP lost 200+ followers? Anyone?

Anyway for a better source of names for trans mollies, toms & enbies, @name-lists-by-theme has much better names, sorted much more cleanly, AND she's not a transphobe.

#trans #fuck transphobia #fuck transphobes #fuck terfs #<- kit-names-inspo is a self-proclaimed radfem&terf btw

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I can't believe we're being told to "normalize" cats becoming kittypets now. Do you have any idea how many cats would just abandon their families if it became socially acceptable to run off and live with the twolegs???

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Honestly (as someone who left the Clans because I had a mate in the twolegplace), I haven't seen this to be as true as you're saying. I've seen one cat who "abandoned" his family to become a kittypet, if you count his abusive ex-partner, but for the most part, the cats we leave behind are understanding and okay with the fact that we have to move on. I wasn't meant for warrior life, and I left it, and I'm happier for it.

🤍 snwtl Follow

The fact that you would even imply it's okay to abandon your family for a life as a kittypet only serves to prove my point. You make me sick.

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Crow-food-worth reading comprehension

#yeah #snwtl (snowtail i think?) needs to use their eyes lmao #starclan this place gets on my last nerve #thinking of taking a break from clanblr because of shit like this

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🌱 dirtdigger-23 Follow

Uhh... where am I. My dash looks weird...

#fakeposting #fake dash #dashboard simulator #dash simulator #warrior cats #warrior cats dashboard #cat dashboard simulator #fake dashboard #unreality

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Pankhuri Bhutani, the journalist who coined the term 'Third Army,' has graciously given us the chance to interview her. Read on for an insightful conversation, where we learn what she thinks about our campaign, what it was like interviewing the cast, what she thinks comes next for us, and more!

Here's a compilation of her interview in our newsletter issues, in order, with Questions in bold and Pankhuri's answers in text;

"It all came to me when I was reading the Shadow and Bone trilogy. There were mentions of First Army and Second Army. I was a bit confused at first trying to understand just which army included the Grishas and the Otkazat'syas. Then I perused through the Six of Crows duology as well and had a better idea.

Q&A with Pankhuri Bhutani: Third Army origin story - What inspired you to come up with a name for the fans campaigning to #SaveShadowAndBone and greenlight the #SixOfCrowsSpinoff?

One of the most memorable things about a fandom for me is the name bestowed upon them. While Shadow and Bone fans have been embodying different personas—some of them calling themselves “The Crows,” some “The Summoners,” reading the books, I genuinely believed the fandom needed an official name that amalgamated the diverse abilities of the fandom and unified their interests.

And that's when the idea of "Third Army" struck me. An army combined of both the lovers and fans of the original trilogy, as well as the iconic Six of Crows duology, alongside the King of Scars duology and all the chronicles affiliated with the Grishaverse, "Third Army" represents a union of all the fellow Grishaverse fans.

Somewhere along the lines, I did imagine the fandom fighting together as an army. And I was struck with the name "Third Army." I added it to the article I crafted for the billboard launch, and I guess the rest is history. "

Since you have followed the campaign from the beginning, what's your opinion on the different projects undertaken so far? And comparing it to other fan campaigns, is there anything you would have done differently?

To be blatantly honest, I'm not aware of a lot of other fandom campaigns. But I fairly think this is by far one of the strongest contenders out there in terms of a campaign initiated by fans with such monumental strength.

I don't think there would have been anything I would've done differently or quite distinct to what has been happening had I been involved in a wonderful fan campaign like this. But I will definitely request and wish to see more cosplays and other creative work! All of you are so immensely talented!

There have been a lot of talks about the show, and even though the future seems uncertain for now, the hard work and dedication of the fandom will probably never be forgotten.

What made you decide to go with Third Army as a name?

When going through the fandom and the petitions, a lot of people claimed themselves to be a Crow or a Darkling fan. But the fact that all these souls came together to fight for one goal made me believe there should be a united name that could be showcased and witnessed at the forefront of the campaign.

I knew "First Army" and "Second Army" being a part of the Grishaverse world, so I contemplated as to what or who might be the "Third Army" if that was ever a possibility and the first element that emerged into my mind was the fandom. The fandom is the Third Army.

What has been your favorite initiative by the campaign so far? Is there anything you'd like to see in the future?

That's a good question. The fundraiser for the billboard just showed how many people believed in the project to such an extent that they were actively ready to pitch in their own money for the launch.

I do not have a favorite initiative because I believe that even if one of the campaigns is initiated by someone with the best of their interests, it already goes into my favorite book. So, all of them?

I'm not aware of all the initiatives currently being partaken within this specific campaign but I absolutely love seeing people cosplay and talk about their favorite book characters.

The petition as well. I just checked and it has over 200,000 signatures. That's a lot!

What impact do you think having a name to unite fans has had on the campaign?

All of the popular fandoms have a highly recognizable name. Swifties, Arinators, Barbz, Army (BTS). We say the name, and the project/artist's face subconsciously appears in our mind.

You instantly know the artist and the project by the fandom's name. For instance, what comes to your mind when I say the words Potterheads, Half-Bloods/Demigods, Ringers, Thronies?

Potterheads for the fascinating world of Harry Potter, Half-Bloods/Demigods for the Percy Jackson fans, Ringers for lovers of The Lord of The Rings franchise, and so on. The name instantly affiliates a fandom with the project.

I know it's a very strange thing to say, but to me personally, a fandom also sometimes feels like a citizenship. As if you're an official member of the particular fictional world.

You have interviewed several Shadow and Bone cast members. Can you tell us a bit about what that was like? How did you prepare for those interviews, and are there any anecdotes you can share that didn't make it into the final published versions for brevity's sake?

I do believe fandom names are very impactful as it is showcased at the forefront of the project and affiliates the love and passion of all the souls who admire the work of the cast and the crew. And that's exactly what the Third Army has been doing so far!

It was a surreal experience.

There wasn't any question that I believe was left out from my interviews. Everything is out there just the way the initial interviews were conducted. It was an honor to have had a conversation with such phenomenal people. All of them were very kind and very insightful regarding their experience on the project.

I was given access to the screeners of the second season, and I based my questions on things I really wanted to ask the creatives about their performance.

At that time, there weren't any interviews out since the second season had not been launched yet, so I crafted the questions I believed I really wanted to know more about at that specific moment and hopefully ask some novel questions that weren't already thrown their way previously.

As a journalist, what's your opinion on the media’s reaction and coverage of our campaign and the cancellation?

It's actually quite a lot. Especially for a fandom initiative, I do believe a lot of phenomenal journalists and media platforms have conveyed a plethora of coverage pertaining to the unfortunate cancellation.

Everyone affiliated with this project, be it the cast, crew or even the fandom have showcased massive strength and opened up a potential turmoil for several decision-makers, further forcing them to take a second look. Just shows how impactful a united fandom can be.

As we speak, there are still many more such significant pieces coming to light.

Which part of the campaign do you think has had the biggest impact on visibility and public perception so far?

For me as an outsider, I definitely noticed the petition and the billboards that were launched in Los Angeles and London. Those were the two that come to my mind, but I've seen some posts about origami and fan-books too, which seems so kind!

I also notice so many beautiful fan cosplays, artwork, book posts and other impeccable creative endeavors that people and fans like to immerse themselves into using the world of Grishaverse. That's so cool!

Showrunner Eric Heisserer recently attended his studio meetings for Shadow and Bone wearing a Third Army badge. Coincidentally, our Discord server also has a permanent "Third Army" role for all the members. Also, Jessie Mei Li mentioned to fans at a recent convention that they absolutely loved the Third Army name! How do you feel knowing that the name you coined and bestowed upon the fandom has gotten such acknowledgements?

Oh, wow. That's so interesting. That's something I definitely didn't know! I was made aware of the Third Army badges being used during one of the conventions but not about the other lovely acknowledgements. That's a massive milestone for the term.

Very grateful for that, but I really do believe it should be the entire fandom getting the credit—not me. I'm just a journalist who came up with a name that I believed aligned more with the fandom of this amazing fantasy project.

I have personally witnessed the dedication and immense passion each and every fan has committed to the show and its hopeful renewal, so I think we should be celebrating such an established fanbase and the success of a massive campaign like this. Thank you to everyone who used the name! And all the best for your future! Hopefully, we get to hear some good news really soon! And thank you for having me!

Subscribe to our Brekkin' News fan newsletter for exclusive articles, interviews and campaign strategy updates delivered straight to your inbox every week!

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Harrow the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 51

Gideon just absolutely adoring the idea of her mother growing up, talking to her all the time … and Wake explicitly had her as a tool. to murder her. to unleash someone to kill Gideons biological father. oh this is so fucked

this is a complete sidenote but i cherish every little bit of info we get about baby Gideon and Harrow, its so cute but so heartbreaking, and they hurt each other in the cruel ways only little kids can

also!!! Harrow had Gideon’s blood on her from their fight. so she really did unlock the Locked Tomb? but i’m still slightly confused since Mercy mentioned the blood ward needed ‘a thanergy burst’ from someone’s death alongside her blood to mimic the Emperor’s, which was to my understanding why they were planning to kill baby!Gid as well - how did Harrow get in with just the blood? did the 200 souls she has tagging along count?

A.L. is Alecto, and calling her a monster pretty much confirms that she’s the body in the Locked Tomb! also the Lyctors are hardly good, moral, people - what kind of person was Annabel Lee to terrify them so much, for them to consider her a ‘monster’? moreover what actually was she, that apparently John couldn’t even kill her again

and if those weird black eyes were originally Alecto’s … thats another hint she seems to be more than human

oh this guy is SUCH a bastard, he knew that there was a way to achieve Lyctorhood without killing the cavalier, and he still let them do it. and Harrow, through … whatever she did to her brain, achieved it. i’m guessing this is what Palamedes was talking about when he asked if Harrow had ‘finished the work’

which does beg the question as to why he didn’t tell them. he says that it was ‘easier’ not to, and he ‘thought he was doing the right thing’ - but given he’s asking for Mercy’s forgiveness here, i really don’t know if he’s being genuine. but if he is, i’m very curious as to what situation could warrant not telling them about this being in anyway close to what (at least, he believed) the right thing

'[Ianthe’s] expression was blank, no emotion at all’ i wonder how Ianthe feels about this. she didn’t seem to care much for Naberius, but still being lied to like that can’t feel good. or perhaps, upset with herself on an intellectual level for not realising that ‘true Lyctorhood’ could be achieved?

'Nobody has to be punished anymore for what happened to humanity’ who exactly is the Emperor punishing with this war, he doesn’t seem to be achieving anything at all with it, let alone any form of retribution

oh shit this is the murder then! here we are finally, i really didn’t think Mercy would be the one to do it

'Leaving me an orphan again’ Gideon has gone through a ridiculous rollercoaster of revelations and emotions right now, she just met both of her biological parents for the first time and saw them both die in the span of half an hour. fun!

also Harrow has been privy to absolutely none of this information, i feel like if anything was going to break her faith in the guy it’ll be that there was technically no need for Gideon to sacrifice herself - it will be very interesting to see her reaction if she eventually finds out

#lemon natalia reads the locked tomb #tlt #the locked tomb #the locked tomb liveblog #harrow the ninth

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malii-the-bonehead · 2 days

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The Other Woman pt1

its here ladies and gents its here.

Slow burn

Summary: Chris, a popular hockey player at school where Y/n went, found himself falling for the beautiful, shy girl. As time went on he found out who Y/n truly was as a person and ultimately, he had to make the choice, his girlfriend, or the other woman.

She was beautiful and he knew it. He knew because every chance he got, he would look in her direction. She sat so perfectly in 3rd hour history class, her back facing him. But he could imagine exactly what her face did. The way she focused so hard. So hard that she’d lick her lips too many times. The way her eyebrows furrowed when she didn't understand the lesson. Her long hair perched in a messy bun on top of her head. How her cheeks were always dusted with a light pink color. She was so, so beautiful. Not everyone would think that, but one adored her. Chris adored everything about her. She was so sweet and soft spoken and she was a little bit shy. He would listen to her talk when the teacher would ask a question and wonder how she got so wise and smart. He was proud of someone he never knew.

He thought about her a lot. And ofcourse, he was beautiful as well, but he didn’t think so. He thought he could never, ever be good enough for her. Chris thought he lacked the smarts and personality that she had. He thought he wasn’t worthy of her, and so many people, except himself, knew he was more than capable. Chris wasn’t exactly sure of how popular he was in school. Him on one side of the social status and her on the other.

Despite not many people knowing her, the ones who did were fond of Y/n. They had no reason to despise her. Everyone apart from Chris’ girlfriend. No one understood why, not even Chris. And Chris loved his girlfriend, but she wasn’t Y/n. The love he felt for Y/n was different from Clairisa, Chris’s girlfriend. She was beautiful too, super smart as well and always kind. But there was something that drew Chris to the other woman. He didn’t have a clue what it was but it kept tugging at him. And it pained Chris to know that if Clairisa knew how he felt about Y/n, it would crush her. But that didn’t stop him. He just wanted to talk to her. To be close to her. He wanted to be her friend. That’s why he’s where he’s at right now, in front of Y/n's desk in their only shared class.

Y/n’s pov

I wrote on my paper, studying the last bit of information I could before the test. I didn't have time to study last night. Work kept me up til around midnight, and when I did finally arrive home, I had to clean the kitchen. It was always a mess when I got home. I regret not doing it after school, seeing how tired and stressed I was this morning. I scribbled down as much as I could. I found that I can memorize things quicker if I write it down a few times. God how I hated history. I was good at everything, math, science, English, and even French class, but history? Hell no. I sighed, closing my eyes and rubbing them with my fingers. I heard a slight tap on my desk in front of me. I moved my hands from my face and looked up slightly. It was a boy with brown hair and very blue eyes. I felt my face form a confused expression. I knew who he was, everyone did. Chris Sturniolo was kind of popular with the girls and he was very friendly with the majority of the guys at school as well. Most knew him because he played hockey, and damn was he good at it.

Why is he at my desk? Class is about to start and he’s at my desk.

“Um, yes?” I asked, glancing over his face before shifting in my spot. His gaze was making me uncomfortable.

He looked at me for a few seconds, but it felt like so much longer. He looked like he wanted to get something off his mind but couldn’t form the words.

“Do you need something?” I questioned him once more. Then, as he was opening his mouth to say something, he closed it and walked away to his desk. I looked down at my hands on my lap. What was that about?

I glanced back slightly, him already looking at me. I quickly turned around, picking up my pencil and scribbling on my paper again, trying to hide my face from others that were filing into the room. I felt a blush slowly creep up my neck. Well that was embarrassing. The bell rang meaning class was starting. I closed my book as the teacher announced we had a test today and started going over the directions of what to do after we had finished.

The test wasn’t difficult at all. I was actually the second one to finish it. I knew I had gotten an A on it. Majority of it was common sense. After I turned the paper in to the teacher, I walked back to my desk. I glanced around the room, my eyes finding the top of Chris’s head. He had his head down, probably sleeping. Did he finish his test? Why is he sleeping right now? I shook my head slightly and sat back down at my desk. I opened my bag and grabbed my phone and headphones. I opened my music app and played my music, letting out a breath and sighing. I had work again today. From 4 to 11:30. That meant that when I got home I had to clean the house quickly, so I didn’t struggle like I did last night. I placed my head down softly, shutting my eyes and listening to the music playing through my headphones.

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School was slow. Every class seemed to take forever. I think it was because I was so exhausted. Lunch was nice though. I normally go outside for lunch. I like to look at the sky, listen to my music and enjoy the quiet. Sometimes there would be the occasional person to say hello to me but today it was just my thoughts. I was grateful for that. I appreciated the 45 minutes of peace. I liked talking to people, but most of the time it was too much to deal with. Talking meant focusing, and lunch was the time that I didn’t need to focus, unless I was cramming information in my head because of an exam next hour.

The last bell of the day rang, excusing students to go home and enjoy the rest of the day for themselves. I walked outside, to my car. A white 2017 Nissan Sentra. Nothing special, but I loved it. It was cozy and gave me good memories. Memories I’ll hold onto for the rest of my life. My dad got it for me on my 16th birthday a year and a half ago. That was probably the best birthday I’ve ever had.

I got in and shut the door, starting the car. I looked around, making sure it was safe to go. Slightly to my left, a little ways across the parking lot, I spotted Chris leaning against his girlfriend's car, his hands in his pockets. She was leaned up against him, talking about something I obviously couldn’t hear.

She’s so pretty, I thought to myself. I’ve always admired her, always been jealous of her since the 4th grade. She’s so lucky to have a guy like Chris. She deserved him. He deserved her. I blinked slowly, realizing I was staring at them. She kissed him and walked around to the driver side of her car. He walked to the passenger side and they both got in, pulling out of the parking lot. I leaned back in my seat. I wonder what he needed earlier. I honestly forgot about it, even though the situation made me very uncomfortable. I hope he didn't think anything bad of me. I mean, why was he standing there just looking at me. Why didn’t he talk? What if he wanted something from me? What would he want? I have nothing to offer so why would Chris Sturniolo be at my desk? I put my head down, rubbing my eyes with my fingers, for what felt like the 10th time today. I lifted my head and drove out of the parking lot, going in the direction of my home.

You have more important things to worry about, Y/n. Get home and get ready for work. But, I still thought about those blue eyes looking into mine all the way home.

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devotedlykoneshots · 9 hours

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PARK SEONGHWA - ACT OF DOMINANCE

Genre: 🔞, minors DNI, i got a little too into it, woosan are mentioned and later make an entrance, y/n is a brat. Switch! Reader, switch!seonghwa. Seonghwa being a green flag.

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It was very rare of you to spend the night with your boyfriend seonghwa, his busy schedule and your job made that quite impossible but you still made time for each other.

Your relationship had love , comedy, understanding and a whole lot of sex.

That included nights like tonight where he had arranged for you to spend the entire night with him,he cooked dinner and you ate really good food.

It started to feel too good to be true even, laying on the bed with your head on his chest and you should have known it was in fact too good to be true.

You had given up on watching your movie once the banging of someone's headboard started, moans vibrating off the walls. A clear indication that someone was getting fucked.

It seemed they overpowered everything in the damn apartment because that's all you heard for an hour straight.

His TV wasn't even loud enough to overpower such pornographic moans coming from lord knows where in the house. All you knew was some poor girl was being split open.

Unfortunately, It was just San and wooyoung with another poor girl who thought she had a chance with either of them but she would soon realize that wasn't the case.

"You wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance?"he asked, his voice catching you off guard and you looked at him with wide eyes.

"You're crazy"you flat out told him and he shrugs, sitting up and looking down at you as he leans against one of his hands.

"Would you rather sit here and listen to two groan men groaning as they try not to bust a nut so fast?"he asked and you bite your bottom lip, he had you there and also because it almost made you laugh.

"I mean no but poor yeosang"you said and he snorted , knowing damn well yeosang would be the first to get the hell out of the apartment during times like this.

"Yeosang probably left the moment he saw what they were bringing in the door"he said and you nodded with a laugh , you knew he was right. Yeosang is always looking for an excuse to dip.

"Choose another excuse"he continues and you're reminded of the conversation again.

"My period-"he scoffs.

"I keep track of your period and it's not tonight or this week for that matter"his entire statement throwing you off guard, cocking your head to the side in confusion.

"You keep track?"you asked, it wasn't a ridiculous thing for him to do but it was a kind gesture. One that separates him from most men on the planet, you're not used to people like seonghwa.

Genuine people that actually care and make you a priority in their life.

"You get really busy sometimes and don't have time to prepare for it , so I thought I'd do it for you just in case"he explained as if it was no big deal but it was to you , it was a very big deal.

So you sat up and kissed him, he was shocked by the kiss to say the least but kissed back anyway and let you guide him onto his back before straddling his lap.

"Just to make this clear, I'm not fucking you to establish dominance or whatever but because you're a great boyfriend hwa"you speak slowly to make sure he is paying attention to every word you're saying as you lean over him and slip your hands down his pants.

"I'm okay with that"he gulps and bites his bottom lip , you smile and peck his forehead.

"Good"you bring your hand back out and spit onto your palm, slipping your hand back inside and thanking your lucky stars that he decided he wouldn't need boxers tonight.

"Looks like someone knew we wouldn't be doing much of anything we planned tonight"you accused him and watched as his ears turned red from blushing.

"I was hopeful"he said and gasped as you started to stroke his half hard cock, your lips connecting with his own in another kiss.

The kiss was passionate, conveying all the hidden 'i love yous' you couldn't say with words, the tight grip on your waist telling you he needed you a lot more than he could ever tell you with words.

He hisses against your lips as your thumb swipes over his leaking tip , you smile and pull back to look at his face.

"Bet I can make you cum like this"you tell him and he rolls his eyes , not having the willpower to do anything at the moment with his mind so dazed.

Your hand picks up the pace and you can hear the squelching from his cock and your hand, his eyes squeezing shut tightly and his hand reaches out for your hand.

"What the fuck has gotten into you"he groans as his hips buck against your hand and you pull your hand away from his slippery cock , you continue to do this. Stroking his cock quickly to the point he was on the brink of cumming before stopping with an amused laugh.

You finally decided to let up on your assault as you pull away , licking the excess liquid from your hand and kissing his lips again before pulling away.

"I just wanna make you feel good, baby, you've been so good to me and I want to return the favor"you tell him and he smiles, running his hands up and down your thighs.

"Yeah? You gonna show me how much you appreciate me, princess?"he asked and you bite your bottom lip, nodding your head and getting off of him.

You push him down on the bed and yank his pants down his legs, his hard cock hitting his stomach and lick your lips before looking back up at him.

For the first time in his life seonghwa felt like the prey and he wasn't sure if he liked this side of you or not, he was more of a giver than a receiver but he didn't dislike it either.

It was new, this was just another side of you he was experiencing for the first time and all because you found out he keeps track of your menstrual cycle.

"Can I taste you first, baby? Just a little taste"his voice gains your attention and you climb up the bed to sit by his side.

"You promise?"you ask him and he hums, nodding his head as his eyes trail up and down your body clad in one of his shirts. You didn't wear a bra around him and he made that clear that you didn't need to , he knew they were uncomfortable for you and he wanted you to be comfortable with him at all times.

"Yeah , angel. I promise."he said and you bite your bottom lip, standing up to remove your damp underwear and straddling his face.

You watched as his breath got caught in his throat once he realized you were about to sit on his face and you ran your fingers through his hair.

"Oh fuck- you're driving me crazy"he doesn't waste another second and burys his face in your pussy, licking and sucking at your flesh and clit.

"Just a taste remember"you reminded him, tonight wasn't about you but what you didn't count on was how much this would affect him.

He was taking more than just a taste, he was devouring you and moaning into your pussy like he was enjoying a good meal.

"Baby, fuck- you said just a taste"you were practically riding his face as your body caved in on itself and he hummed, rolling your nipples between his fingers through your shirt.

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum"you grip his hair and roll your hips faster, he sucks harder as he licks you with more fervour and your back arches as you let out a gasp. You grip the pillow above his head as you cum and he hums, licking your pussy until you come back to your senses.

"You said-"you gulp as you try to catch your breath and he cups your face with one hand.

"Never trust what a man says when he's eating good pussy"he never intended on having just a taste, seonghwa has never half-assed anything in his life.

He couldn't believe you actually thought he really meant what he said even if he made that promise, promises get broken everyday.

"This is about making you feel good, not me"you have to keep reminding him or reminding yourself.

"You think me having my face between your legs doesn't make me feel good?"he asked with furrowed eyebrows and you bit your bottom lip, looking down and not able to meet his eyes.

"Love, I want nothing more than to have my face buried between your legs as I make you cum over and over again for hours"he tilts your chin up for you to meet his gaze as he speaks and you squeeze your legs close , his words only turning you on and he definitely noticed.

"You want that too, princess?"he asked and you look down at his cock, wrapping your hand around his length and his hips buck into your palm almost immediately.

"You're distracting me"you tell him , shaking your head as if that would help get his words out of your brain and he chuckles at you.

"Then sit on it"he said and you looked back up at him, confused for a moment.

"What?"you asked and he grabs your hand, squeezing your hand around the base of his cock to make you tighten your grip on his shaft.

"Sit on my cock and make me cum, that's what you really want, isn't it?"you bite your bottom lip and shake your head at that and he continues, using his hand to trail a hand down your hair and down to your back.

"You just want my cock to fill you up like only I can, right? Fuck- you nice and slow, make you feel every inch for the first round"he said, you cling onto his every word and he watches as you have this internal war with yourself.

"F-first round?"it was a dumb question really but in your defense your mind was dazed like his had been a few minutes prior.

"We both know you like it rough, want my cock to fuck you until you're too tired to do anything else except take it over and over again"he's speaking too casual for someone who's hand was trailing dangerously low and cupping your heat.

"You're so dirty"you damn near sob, your confidence slipping and turning into the whiny slut he knows you to be.

"Is that why you're so fucking wet?"he asked as he plunges two fingers into your entrance and you gasp, leaning forward over his lap as his fingers thrust into your squelching cunt.

"Seonghwa please"you grip onto the sheets and he grins, licking his top lip and thrusting his fingers into you faster.

"There's my whiny little slut, welcome back, baby"he coos and you climb over his body trying to get away from his fingers, you still believed you could regain control of the situation but the sudden grip on your hair serves as a reminder that you in fact don't.

"Where do you think you're going? Getting me all riled up and now you're trying to run?"you're curled up beside him in a fetal position as his fingers continue their assault on your pussy, your moans filling the room and his lips find your neck.

"So pretty, wanna mark you so everyone knows you're getting dick at work"he's so shameless and dirty when he knows he has power over you like this, he knows how much his words affect you and turn you on and the way your pussy clenched around his fingers was just more evidence of this known fact.

"Kiss me"you tell him and he chuckles, slowing down his fingers to give you his full attention.

"I don't know , you edged me earlier and that wasn't very nice"he snickers, you could cry but you won't give him that satisfaction.

"Didn't want you to cum, yet"you lie , you both know that's a lie and he scoffs.

"Liar, you were enjoying having all the power. Tell the truth and I'll take it easy on you tonight"he offers you one last chance to be honest with him.

He valued honesty over most things in life.

"Maybe I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would"you admit and he hums, pleased with your answer.

"Now, cum for me"his fingers retreat and you feel something a lot bigger enter your cunt and he thrusts into you immediately and you gasp.

"Oh fuck-"you cry out and he pulls you back on his cock, he meant everything he said and kept his slow pace.

You could feel every detail of his cock as he thrusted into you and his lips kept sucking and licking at your neck, fingers slipping under your body to toy with your nipples as he licks and sucks your newly exposed shoulder.

"You feel amazing, pussy keeps sucking me right back in"he whispers in your ear and you bite your bottom lip, rolling your hips back against his cock every time he tries to pull out.

"Look at you , fucking yourself back on my cock"he laughs softly and you whimper, your back arching at the familiar feeling forming in the pit of your belly.

"Oh fuck- I'm close"seonghwa hummed at your statement and closed his lips around your clothed nipple, licking and sucking through the material of the shirt.

"Hwa"you gasp and arch your back, he uses another hand to fondle with your other boob beneath the shirt.

"You gonna cum for me?"he asked and you nodded , your body starting to tremble as your orgasm neared.

"I will, please"you look back at him and he kisses your lips finally, sucking on your tongue and rubbing your clit with his free hand.

"I'm cumming"you pull away from the kiss in favor of gripping the sheets and cumming as you moaned out loudly.

Seonghwa pulls out of you and rolls you onto your back, patting your face lightly and spreading your legs.

"Come back to me, baby"he said and smiled as your eyes focused on him once again, he kisses your lips again and he slips his cock back inside of you.

"You didn't cum"you whimper and he shushes you, rolling his hips into you and watching as your back arches again.

"I will, you're gonna make me cum so hard"he kisses you again and you hum , eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I will?"you ask once he breaks the kiss and he smiles, looking down as he watches his cock disappear into your cunt.

"Gotta show me just how much you appreciate me, baby. Don't you remember?"he smiled at you and you can't help but notice how unreal he looks right now, a light sheen of sweat and his hair a little messy due to your hands tugging on the strands earlier.

"Can I ride you?"you asked him and he presses his forehead against your own.

"You can use me however you like, princess"is all he says before he starts to thrust into you faster , staying true to his statements from earlier.

This being round two , which meant that he would no longer be pulling back on his thrusts and that thought alone made you moan. He grabs a fist full of your shirt and thrusts into you harder, your tits bouncing against the slightly damp material.

"Fuck- baby, oh fuck-"you moan and pull him into a kiss, his hips don't stop thrusting into you as he kisses you and sucks on your tongue.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room and you run your hands underneath his shirt, gripping at his back and wrapping your legs around his waist.

The kiss is sloppy and it's almost as if you both were trying to devour each other, he eventually pulls back to hover above you and continue to abuse your sopping cunt.

"I'm gonna cum"your back arches and you sink your nails into his back, your chests pressed against each other before he snaps his hips into your harshly as he forces your hips back down against the mattress.

"Fuck-!"you cry out and he pushes your shirt up so he could bury his face between your boobs , licking between the valley of your breasts.

"Come on , angel, give it to me"he licks your nipple and sucks it into his mouth, flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub and maintaining eye contact.

That's all it takes to send you over the edge.

Your fingers grip his hair and you hold him against your chest as you let out a tiny squeak , cumming as your body trembles and he pants as he slows down his thrusts.

"You still with me, baby?"you hum at his question and he smiles at you, kissing your lips again and you hum against his lips.

"Time to show me how much you appreciate me, baby"he said and pulled you up, you both swap places and he helps you straddle his lap before you sink down on his cock.

"Oh fuck-"your eyes roll to the back of your head and you start to roll your hips , he hums and closes his eyes.

"I love you, angel"he said, opening his eyes to watch as you remove his shirt and he is quick to remove his own.

"I love you, too. You're so good to me."you start to bounce up and down on his cock, his hands are quick to find your hips to aid you in riding him.

"You deserve it"he moans and you speed up your pace, earning you a tighter grip on your hips and he thrusts his cock into you as he gets close.

"I'm so close"he warns you and you bite your bottom lip, planting your feet on the bed as you bounce faster and he lets out a strained moan.

"Fuck- I'm cumming"you knew you would probably get in trouble for what you were about to do but you did it anyway.

You stopped moving and held his hips down, a gasp leaving his lips in disbelief and a shiver ran through you at the glare he gave you.

"Did you just-"another gasp leaves his lips as you started to bounce on his cock again, continuing this routine of edging him to the point of cumming before denying him all over again.

"Beg for it, beg for me to make you cum"you demand as you slowly rolled your hips, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"Baby , please. I let you cum three times already"he begged but that's not what you wanted to hear, this was payback for all those times he made you beg with tears rolling down your face.

"That doesn't sound like begging to me"you raised your hips as if to threaten that you were gonna pull off of him completely, that was until you found yourself pushed onto your back and a gasp leaving your lips.

"Hwa"you bite your bottom lip as he grabs a fist full of your hair and he pulls you up, he's now on his knees.

"Don't mistake me letting you have control as you actually having control, I really tried to be patient with you"he said and you looked at him , grabbing at the hand on your hair.

"I'm sorry"you apologized and his face softened, he always had a soft spot for you-

"You will be"nevermind, he was still pissed and he smiles but this one wasn't like the others. It was almost menacing.

"Now, on your hands and knees"he ordered you and you listened for what felt like the first time tonight, he doesn't waste time in slipping back inside you.

"Denying me an orgasm wasn't nice of you , thought you said you wanted to show me how much you appreciate me"he thrusts into you not very nicely at all, he's getting his revenge just like you were and rightfully so.

"Or was that just a cover for you to be a brat and get what you want"he continues and the moment you decide to speak he cuts you off.

"I wasnt-"

"Shut up, this isn't about you. Remember?"he scoffs and pushes your face down into the mattress, his cock bullying itself inside of your hole.

Your moans are uncontrollable and incoherent whines and whimpers, sobs and indistinguishable pleas are followed directly behind them.

"I'm finally gonna cum after your neglect, is that how you treat someone who is good to you? Being a brat?"you don't think he will be letting that go anytime soon, you swallow the lump in your throat and grip the sheets tightly.

"Not a brat"you moan out and he slaps your ass, you let out a squeak and he grabs your hips as he pulls you back onto his cock while he thrusts faster.

"Stop talking, you've been lying all night" he spat and you arch your back, his hand cups your chin and he pulls you into a kiss.

"Oh fuck- I'm cumming"he groans out and thrusts against your ass faster, intertwining your fingers and pressing you back against his chest.

"Hwa!"you cry out as you both cum at the same time and his arms wrap around you lazily, hips still stuttering as he pumps you full of his cum and you whimper when he pulls out of you.

"I know , I know it feels good. No one else can fuck you like you deserve, like the slut I know you are deep down inside."he whispers against your shoulder, the both of you covered in a sheen of sweat.

You both lay down on the bed , the both of you completely spent but the hand that makes it's way to your hair and tugs tells a different story.

"Get over here and apologize to my cock"he said and you nodded, getting on your knees and moving between his legs.

"How do I do that?"you ask, looking up at him and he lets out a laugh as his hand reaches out to stroke your cheek.

"Have I fucked you dumb? Open your mouth, angel"he said and you did as you were told, taking his cock into your mouth and sucking on the tip.

"That's it, that's my good girl"he lets out a sigh and leans his head back, your mouth taking him in deeper.

Inch by inch , your mouth fills with his cock as you hollow your cheeks around his shaft and suck harder. You bobb your head along his length as you move faster, the sweet sounds of your slicked mouth filled with his cock fills the room as he moans softly.

"So pretty with your mouth full, it's almost as if you're enjoying this more than me"he can tell by the way you're moaning around his shaft, your moans playing off each other's almost like a domino effect.

That would explain why he was getting closer a lot faster than he anticipated, your moans around his cock would make him moan and tug your hair which in return would make you moan louder.

"I'm gonna cum, want me to cum inside that sinful little mouth of yours?"he asked and you nodded your head, humming around his length and he groans softly as he starts to buck his hips against your face.

You choke around his shaft at the sudden intrusion of his cock reaching deeper into your throat but he doesn't stop, if anything the sight of you struggling to take him in your mouth made his cock leak with arousal.

"Just a little more, baby. Almost there."he groans as he fucks your throat and you sink your nails into his hips, he throws his head back and cums down your throat as he holds your face flushed against his pelvis before he lets go completely.

You sit back up and cough, trying to catch your breath and you look at him as he sits back up.

"I wasn't too rough, was I?"he asked as he sits up and just like that, he was back to being that concerned boyfriend and you giggled as you press your forehead against his.

"You're perfect"you mean it and he smiles, kissing your lips as his thumb strokes your cheek and nuzzling his nose against yours once he pulled away.

"you're not a brat, you know that right?"he asked , he always questioned if he went too far and you reassured him repeatedly that it was alright. You don't mind being his brat for a few hours.

"Yeah"you smile as you wrap your hand around his shaft and start stroking his length again, looking down and spitting on his cock.

He smiles and lets out a laugh as he throws his head back and leans back against his arms.

"Should we continue this in the shower?"he asked and leans forward to reconnect his lips with yours, your tongues colliding together for what felt like the tenth time tonight.

"God, No! Give it a rest , already!"you could hear the clear distress of wooyoungs voice, you and seonghwa both pull back to burst out laughing.

"Don't any of you people work-"you hear and san being the only voice of reasoning, clamps a hand over wooyoungs mouth.

"Wooyoung! Get your ass back upstairs"

#ateez smut #seonghwa smut #atz smut

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Ghost takes you to your room when you are sick.

She wanted to know him, possess him. All that fire flashing in his eyes when he thought she didn't see needed to be unleashed.

"Take me to my room, please," I requested, my voice weak.

Ghost nodded. "Alright, love," he said gently. He carefully lifted me into his arms.

As he carried me, he noticed I was writhing and shivering in his arms. My head rested on his shoulder, my hot breaths fanning against his cheek. Ghost held me close, feeling the heat radiating from my feverish body. He moved quickly but carefully, wanting to get me to bed as soon as possible.

Once in my bedroom, he gently laid me down on the bed and pulled the blanket over me. I looked so fragile and vulnerable, and for a moment, he felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him.

"I'll be right here," he said softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You need to rest and get better."

He stood up and started to leave, but I grabbed his wrist.

"Ghost!" I called, my voice weak.

"Yes, love," he responded softly.

"Please stay," I asked, my eyes pleading.

He didn't say anything, just lay down beside me on the bed. As I held his arm and gently rested my head on his shoulder, he looked at me. My eyes were closed, and I finally looked peaceful. He listened to my breathing slow and even out, feeling a strange sense of calm himself. For the first time, he allowed himself to simply be there, right beside me.

He turned to look at my face, now so close to his. My white complexion was dotted with a few freckles, my small nose with a thinner bridge, and soft pink lips. It had been a really long time since he had been this close to a woman. His job and constant deployments didn't allow for relationships. Even friendships were nearly impossible.

He found himself tracing the delicate features of my face with his eyes. Despite everything, here he was, holding this fragile, feverish woman in his arms. It was an unexpected, almost surreal moment of intimacy in his otherwise guarded and solitary life. As he lay there, he wondered how long this peace would last and whether he could ever afford to let his guard down for me.

He sighed and rested his head back on the soft headboard. This was literally the woman of his dreams, but I was way ahead of him. Our differences were unmatchable. He was there to protect me, but now he had to protect himself from falling for my beauty.

The thought weighed heavily on him. How could he, a hardened soldier with a past steeped in shadows, ever be worthy of someone like me? But as he lay there, feeling the warmth of my body next to his, he couldn't help but wonder if, somehow, fate had brought us together for a reason beyond his understanding.

He took another deep breath, resolving to keep his emotions in check. His duty was clear, but his heart was becoming harder to control.

He closed his eyes and didn't know when he drifted off to sleep with me in his arms.

The sound of chirping birds woke him up, with a little glint of sunlight filtering through the curtains. He felt a weight on him, and the realization of who it was made him gulp. I was lying on his chest, my long hair spread all over, my soft body pressed against his hard chest. He couldn't move.

My breath was slow and steady, my face peaceful. The warmth of my body and the rhythmic rise and fall of my chest against his made him acutely aware of my presence. His arm was still wrapped around me, holding me close.

For a moment, he simply lay there, taking in the sight and feel of me. It was a rare, tender moment, far removed from the chaos and danger that usually filled his life. But he knew it couldn't last. He had to get up, had to return to his duty. Yet, the thought of waking me and breaking this fragile peace was something he found himself reluctant to do.

He carefully shifted, trying not to disturb me, but I stirred anyway. My eyes fluttered open, and for a brief second, I looked confused before a sleepy smile spread across my face.

"Morning," I whispered.

"Morning," he replied softly, still holding my gaze.

I didn't move away, and he didn't push me. We lay there for a few more moments, savoring the rare tranquility, knowing that reality would soon pull us apart.

I sat up slowly, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. My nightgown was disheveled, with the strap falling from my shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I don't know when... I fell asleep," Ghost apologized as he sat up.

"No, please don't be. I slept very peacefully," I replied with a gentle smile.

"I gotta go," Ghost said, standing up, feeling a bit awkward.

"Thank you, Simon," I said, my voice soft as I uttered his name for the first time.

His heart skipped a beat when he heard his name from my lips.

I had heard it when he introduced himself to the doctor. I was quite observant, for sure.

"Beautiful name, by the way," I smiled.

"Thanks," he said, managing a small smile before closing the door behind him.

As he left, a sense of emptiness lingered in the room. I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for him.

I reflected on my past, realizing that I had grown accustomed to solitude ever since I lost my parents. Trusting no man, I had resigned myself to a life of independence. I had never allowed anyone into my heart, building walls around myself to protect against potential hurt.

However, Ghost was different. Despite his enigmatic nature, I found myself admiring him more with each passing day. I sensed an underlying trustworthiness in him, a reliability that I hadn't encountered in anyone else. Despite my allure, he maintained a respectful distance, waiting for me to invite him closer. I respected him for his restraint, for his unwavering commitment to his duty.

I knew I needed a man like him in my life, someone who could protect me not just physically, but emotionally as well. But I grappled with the idea of opening my heart to him, unsure of how to navigate the complexities of trust and vulnerability.

I understood that earning Ghost's trust would require patience and delicacy. I longed to see the face behind the mask, to unravel the mysteries that lay beneath his stoic demeanor. I yearned to be his confidante, to share in his triumphs and tribulations, but I recognized the need for caution.

I knew that rushing into his guarded heart could potentially push him away. Instead, I resolved to take gradual steps, to show him that I was trustworthy and understanding. I hoped that through my actions and words, I could convey my sincerity and genuine concern for him.

I was determined to tread carefully, respecting his boundaries while gently nudging him to lower his defenses. I understood that building trust was a journey, and I was willing to walk that path with him, one step at a time.

#cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #ghost x y/n #ghost x reader #ghost x you

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tw for drugs and sex mentions

yo clove not writing related but do you think it's normal to have not tried recreational drugs by 15 and not particularly want to find them? I've seen people making fun of people for it, along with not having sex which is also concerning to me as a sex-repulsed aroace person (caedosexual and demialterous/aroflux). I'm really anxious about stuff like this so I'd love ur opinion if you're comfortable answering stuff like this, I trust you a lot and you seem like a smart and knowledgeable adult so if you say it's fine I'll probably stop worrying

Hey man if you want to get real let's get real. I won't get too descriptive, but I do agree some people may need the tw so I'll put this under a Read More. Generally my answer is that younger people have a warped view of what warrants maturity and adulthood and a lot of the stuff that they think represents being a Cool Grown Up is actually not meant to be that profoundly world-changing in my opinion. This is especially true for all the stuff that is designed to spike your dopamine, unless in cases where it's being used medicinally (and even then it's case-by-case on if it's really medicinal).

Let's get into it!

So first off let me say the three big things that make me kind of biased to talk about stuff like this.

I am an alloromantic, sex-repulsed asexual

I am an addict

I am a child of addicts

I'll tackle sex first just to get it out of the way, and because I think it'll be easier to answer. Teenagers are one of the most brutal species on the goddamned planet (second only to middle schoolers and that sludge in Chernobyl that kills you immediately if you look at it), and I know for a fact they'll find a way to make fun of you for anything. I didn't know I was asexual in high school. I was an out lesbian at the time - I actually came out on our school broadcast for a GSA ad that ended up playing at least twice a month all year. People were more...too into it, which is also bad.

Mean Teens might say some dumb shit. That sucks, but you'll live. There will be way more Mean Teens that have an opinion on your sex life than there will be Asshole Adults. Like way more. I am open about being an asexual marriage and the worst I get is like "what if you want kids" which - you know - you can shut that down quick.

What matters is what you think about yourself, and the cool truth is that if you go through your whole life never wanting to have sex your life will be very close to unchanged in the grand scheme of things. I'll probably never want to eat a whole olive, and Riley thinks that's crazy because they love olives. But we will both see the same amount of sunsets and cool birds, and we were both eat roughly the amount of yummy snacks and have the same amount of adventures.

I've had sex. Ladies. No, seriously though - it's fine. It's okay. I remember yearning for it for years (I was actually wanting intimacy oops), and when it finally happened I was like oh. that's it? okay. There was a point when my girlfriend at the time actually entered me and I was immediately confused because I had no idea what she was trying to do. I remember I furrowed my brow like I was trying to understand Improv Jazz.

I laughed. i did laugh. That is not great for two people having sex for the first time.

Anyways, I had a few sexual partners and just kind of assumed they were all bad at sex or I was doing something wrong for some reason. Then I met Riley and they were openly ace, and something just clicked in me. I'm still aesthetically and sensually attracted to them (I use sensually in terms that aren't sexual), but there's really no pressure there and we aren't worried about it. And it's awesome.

If someone makes you feel weird about not having sex or a romantic attraction to people then you should feel a little bad for them, because that seems like a thing that a person would only do if they had very little else going on in their lives. That's some bland-ass khaki shit.

Onto intoxicants! So before I moved to Portland I lived in San Jose, California, and shortly after weed was legalized my parents had me start smoking with them - I was 18 - and I ended up being heavily addicted for about three years. This is a divisive thing to say because I know there's some argument about whether or not weed can even be addictive. Let me just say right now, I'm not about to have that argument. I detoxed for about three weeks and I genuinely thought I was dying. Like, I said my "last words" to my mother when she came to check on me. It was rough.

I am not anti-weed. I know it can be an amazing tool for people with certain medical conditions. And if you don't have a history of addiction, it's probably fine to smoke a bowl or a joint every so often and just have that be the end of it. I mean, it's so easy to find now.

Weed is fun, though. That's kind of the reason why it developed it's own culture and persona. The same can be said with alcohol. People definitely have opinions on IPAs. But if someone is so invested in what is essentially little more than an economic industry, that they feel the need to judge you for - spending your money on other stuff? That's piss wizard shit.

Weed is fun, yes, but it is expensive. If someone says they have cheap weed it's probably shit and you need to smoke a lot, or they got it through means that aren't great. And going out to bars also gets costly quick. I still go sometimes, but I limit myself to one fun cocktail.

You can also still go to bars if you want - when you're older, I mean. They can be a good place to meet people and see shows. A lot of them have cool non-alcoholic options - I like when there's a kombucha on tap - or they even have mocktails that are still cool mixed drinks with no alcohol. But they all have Coke or whatever.

There's literally a bar by my house that I go to and I only order the French fries and a Coke. Nobody cares. Getting drunk can be fun if you're in the right situation, but I don't consider it worth the hangover. Getting high can also be fun in the right situation, but edibles taste like trash and if you smoke you're essentially a smoker and that's it's own stigma. What's the alternative - vaping?

Oh my god, vaping? Come on. I have friends that vape and you know how many of them only do it because they're addicted? All of them. Shit sucks. I don't judge them, but I can see them cringe every time they have to hit it.

Also don't let people talk to you about that Delta-8/9 shit. Yeah, it's stronger. Yeah, it's unregulated. But like - it's unregulated and we have no goddamned clue what it'll do in the long run.

Getting high is fun because you don't have to exist in the world for a while and that's great, but it ultimately doesn't solve anything. When I'd smoke a bunch of weed and sativa alone in my bedroom (Hey don't do that! Bad idea! Really bad! My parents knew I was doing this and they allowed it because they are bad people!), I'd giggle and fuck around and eat a lot of snacks, but the next morning all the shit I was trying to escape was still there. Only difference was that now I had to go out and drop another 60 bucks on an eighth to get me through the next two weeks.

A lot of people want to have sex and get drunk or high so they can think of something else other than their current situation for like fifteen minutes to six hours. if you don't want to do either of that, and you're not going absolutely insane, that seems pretty cool. I can cite all the studies that say that a lot of that kind of stuff can actually stunt your development if you get into it too early (Or at all, really), but you don't need me to do that. You know that's the case. I knew that and I still OD'd on weed twice before the age of 21.

You're good, man. It's not a culture when you do that this young, it's a coping skill. And if you found a different one that's going to be way better for you in the long run. You can still have fun and make friends, you can even still have a partner in life if you find that's something you want. Your life is might seem limited in a few ways - but it's actually far more open in many, many other ones.

I don't mind questions like these all, by the way. Thanks for trusting me!

#friend asks #personal #tw drugs #tw alcohol #tw sex mention #asexual #aromantic #asepc #aroace #asexuality

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