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selfishdoll · 6 months

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❛favorite groupie...❜ ━━ ft. vamp! sukuna

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the last thing you wanted to do was go to a vampire bar just because your best friend’s favorite fanged band was playing. but you did.. and met a certain pink haired drummer whose way too cocky for his own good. luckily, you just love matching energy.

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this story is heavily inspired by the old show “true blood” that i am currently obsessed with. that’s where i get the idea of a vampire bar & the term “fang-banger.” you will see several vamp fics because they’re literally my favorite supernatural creature. also, sukuna is gonna be ooc cause i’m sensitive & can’t make characters too mean 😞. also this got longer then i wanted it to so it’s like 5k+ words. as always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes.

Arabian Night burned upon the decorated holder rested on your vanity, the subtle notes of hyacinth and carnation tainting the atmosphere— warming the area around you. Your dark eyes were glued to the mirror, staring back at yourself delicately gliding the tube of mascara along your lashes, careful to assure no product got into your eye.

“I can’t believe you’re really making me go to a vampire bar.” The words left your glossed and lined lips in a hiss, eyes rolling the moment you heard your friend attempt to defend herself on facetime. To be frank you didn’t hate vampires. There weren’t many differences between them and humans. They were both beings that simply fed on other things to survive.

A hamburger to a human was no different then blood to a vampire.

But, you still did your best to avoid them. Which was easy since they were limited on when they come out and most establishments didn’t allow them in. Your friend knew this, knew your justifiable fear of being some vampire’s next meal— yet urged and lowkey manipulated you to going to a vampire bar.

“They’re only here for a week! We’re the first place they’re touring— we have to go!”

Through many days of urging, guilt trips, and puppy eyes you caved; declaring it would be cool to see a vampire’s world or even interact with them. You were still scared but the fear was sure to melt, right?

You rose from the plush pink chair, stepping back into the view of the full body mirror pressed against your wall. Placing your glasses back on, you looked over your form, searching for any imperfections. The outfit was simple; a red cropped edhardy jacket, your lacey white bra poking out from underneath. You wore dark blue jeans with a red belt, white thong straps resting high on your hips. You pursed your lips a bit, gliding your fingers through the honey brown lace you wore, watching the curls bounce perfectly. With another glance over and a push of your glasses you were satisfied, sliding your sock covered feet into some white sneakers— grabbing your other necessary belongings shortly after.

You exited your home locking up behind yourself and heading towards your car. You would have driven with your friend but there was a chance she would end up under the arm of some hot vampire.

“Fang-banger..” Was the simple word that escaped your glossed lips, grinning just a tad as you turned the engine over. She would be pissed to hear you call her that.

After about fifty minutes of driving you arrived to the bar, the entrance surrounded by people. You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling the anxiety rose. Sure humans were welcome and you’ve heard relatively good things about this particular establishment.. but there were still vampires.

A being that could end you in a single bite.

The thought alone caused you to shiver, shutting your car off and squeezing the steering wheel. You gave yourself a few moments before pulling your hands away, releasing a deep breath and opening your car door. Exiting it, you closed and locked the vehicle; turning in time to see a bubbly woman rushing towards you.

You instinctively opened your arms, eyes rolling as she practically tossed herself into them. You grumbled as kisses were pressed to your cheek, your best friend thanking you over and over again for coming.

“Yeah, yeah— whatever.” You mused, ignoring her hands groping your ass. Your hands lowered to her shoulders, pushing back a bit. “The band is gonna start soon, right? Come on.”

“Oh, right!” She grinned, pulling away whilst locking her hand around your wrist. You were then tugged towards the bar entrance, your free hand gripping your sleeve nervously. Your eyes peered up at the woman beside the door, her red colored lips pulling into a tiny grin at the sight of you and your friend.

A very toothy grin.

“IDs?” She questioned in a velvety tone, eyes focused on you for a split moment— as if sensing your nervousness. You breathed, reaching into the handbag you carried and grabbing your wallet. There you grabbed your identification, passing it to her while your friend did the same.

The woman glanced over the cards for a moment before nodding, passing them back to you two. “You’re all set, have fun girls.” She winked, stepping to the side to let you both inside.

Your friend giggled excitedly as you entered the bar, your eyes dancing around the area. It was a normal bar really; regular tables, a medium sized stage, and a dance floor. People of many different ethnicities — and species — danced and conversed, enjoying drinks and each other. Seeing a vampire feeding in real life was completely abnormal to the point you couldn’t look away.

“Don’t stare so much, it’s rude.” Your best friend whispered, stealing your attention from the scene. You went to apologize, her only smiling and shaking her head. “Here, let’s get some drinks.” She led you over to the bar, the two of you sitting down as she gained the bartender’s attention. She ordered two simple shots, the man nodding and getting right to them.

“I just.. never expected something like this.” You murmured, eyes dancing about. You did your best on not focusing too hard on a vampire sinking their teeth into someone’s neck or a couple basically humping on the dance floor; instead finding interest in the gothic decor and paintings that depicted the bloodsuckers. You turned back to your friend after the once over, giving a nervous smile. “I expected something bad, I guess.”

Your friend shrugged, flashing a gentle smile— thanking the bartender once your drinks were placed down. “A lot of people do. They hear vamp bar and think the worst.” She spoke softly, grasping her shot glass, watching you grab your own. “Even though I forced you.. I’m really happy you came.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, clinking your glass against hers. “Whatever slut.” You downed your drink, listening to the small snort that escaped your friend before she downed her own.

During this the lights on the stage flicked on, members of the bar shouting in excitement. Your friend did the same, turning in her seat at the bar with the widest grin. “They’re here!”

You could only smile at her excitement for her favorite vampire band known as Malevolence. You forced yourself to listen to their most recent music to appease your friend and while you didn’t hate the songs, it just wasn’t something you could get into.

Sigh.. the things you did for friendship.

You rested against your palm, watching as four individuals trudging on stage. Your eyes traced their forms, not overly impressed until you moved onto the last member. The drummer. He was.. better looking then the other three. Tall with pink hair and a black undercut. He wasn’t slim but wasn’t large either, right in the middle. Along with his physique were tattoos along his arms, the rest of his body covered in a black muscle shirt, baggy pants for bottoms.

“Who’s the drummer?” You questioned, eyes glancing at the bartender and requesting another shot. Your friend blinked as she turned, flashing a smile.

“His name’s Sukuna!” Her smile morphed a bit, a little coy now. “He’s not well liked by the media. He’s a little mean.”

You believed her, given how he scowled at a few fans that shouted his name. Even snapping at his bandmates for something briefly. Any interest you had melted away in that instant.

You straightened as they finished setting up the stage, the guitarist stringing his instrument a few times. You smiled at the bartender as he passed your shot, thanking him and taking a swig.

Soon enough, Malevolence started its first song of the night— the bar singing along to the rough voice of the band. You had to admit, it was nice to hear live and see humans bond over their shared love for the music.

You didn’t totally regret coming here.

The band played for about an hour and a half, fans close to the stage attempting to touch and or be touched by the fanged members. It was all entertaining to see, you and your friend taking several videos for your social media.

They closed out their show around ten o’clock, thanking the audience. You cheered along with the others, grinning and turning to your friend. “That was a lot of fun. They sound so good.”

“I know right!” She giggled, completely geeking out about the band. You listened to her ramble intently, the buzz of the alcohol lighting your senses. During her words, however, she suddenly placed a hand onto her stomach. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right back!”

“Take your time.” You waved the girl off as she rushed over to the bathroom, body turning to face the bar. You unlocked your phone, scrolling through your social media for a moment, simply waiting.

That was until you heard the chair two seats down be moved, followed by an annoyed voice.

“Piss off already. I’m not interested.”

It was no surprise your nosy self turned to spot the one and only Sukuna sitting at the bar, waving off a few girls that surrounded and attempted to touch him. The dejected expressions that clung to their featured nearly saddened you, if amusement didn’t interrupt the emotion.

You took a long stare at the man, watching as he instructed the bartender to pour him a glass of some liquid in a tall dark bottle; not even thanking him once he was served. You hadn’t realized your eyes were still on him until the man turned in his chair, facing you.

“You need something? I already said I’m not interested.”

You blinked a bit, snapping out of your trance whilst placing your arm against the bar. You sucked your teeth, turning. “Do I look like a fang banger to you?” You questioned, tone a little rude. From the corner of your eye you spotted the man taking a sip from the glass, tongue gliding across his bottom lip.

“No.” Sukuna started softly, fingers tapping against the short glass. “More like some needy groupie.” His tone was mocking, watching in amusement as you turned to face him with a subtle snarl.

It took a moment for you to reply, raising your shot glass and downing the rest of the alcohol. The burning sensation covered your body, melting your usual filter away. “Even if I was a groupie, I would try to fuck the singer— even the guitarist.” You murmured, knowing his inhuman ears would pick up each word. “Not some vamp that beats on the drums.”

His eyebrows rose, releasing a breathy chuckle as he took another gulp from his glass. You watched carefully, breathing the moment you noticed the hint of red staining his fangs. How his tongue glided to collect the residue, clearly enjoying the liquid you now realized was blood. Sukuna’s eyes landed on you once again, the glass clinking against the bar the moment he placed it down.

“You got a lot of mouth.. defending yourself pretty hard too.”

“And you’re implying?”

Sukuna gave a crooked grin, tapping the counter to which the bartender stepped over to fill his glass back up. “You’re just trynna convince yourself you don’t want me. Scared of being a fang banger?” The vampire’s tone was mocking again, enjoying the way you glared and snarled.

“Please.” You hissed softly, shifting in your seat, ignoring the warmth flooding through your body. “Ain’t shit to be scared of. Vampires are no different from a human man.”

To your surprise the man began to laugh, hunched over the bar with his forehead nearly pressing against the brown wood. You felt your cheeks flush with warmth the moment eyes turned to your spot at the bar, sinking into yourself.

“Sweetheart—“ He begun, laughter ceasing into nothing more than a snort. “I assure you I’m different than any other human man that you’ve been with.”

“Why, because you’re cold with no beating heart?”

“No, cause I’ll fuck the attitude out of you permanently.” Sukuna responded far too quickly, watching you gape like a fish for a moment, finally deciding to keep your mouth shut and turning to face the bar. He smirked at this, leaning on his elbow and tilting his head. “Cat got your tongue?”

You closed your eyes, breathing softly. You weren’t a fang-banger, you tried to convince yourself; attempting to ignore how much you were closing your legs together— avoiding his eyes that just highlighted he knew what you were abstaining from.

But as a moment of silence passed you felt that restraint dwindle. Whether the alcohol, Sukuna, or just you being fucking reckless— any logical part of your brain was rendered useless.

So, while pushing your glasses up you turned to face his awaiting gaze. “Prove it.” You dared softly, tilting your head at him.

Sukuna’s mouth quirked, tongue running along his bottom lip as he turned to the bartender. “Put it on my tab. Hers too.” He spoke, rising from his barstool. His hands found his pockets, motioning for you to follow with a tilt of his head. Rather quickly — embarrassingly so — you grabbed your things, following close behind him.

“My name is (Y/N), not her.”

“Think I like sweetheart better.” Sukuna spoke, leading you towards a door stationed beside the stage. You shouldered your bag as the two of you entered backstage, coming to a hallway. Three doors rested on the walls, you following the vampire who lead you to the one at the end of the hall.

He turned the knob, pushing open the door to reveal a simple room. A black vanity, a red sofa, with a black coffee table in the middle. Sukuna closed the door behind you, watching you for a moment as you bent to place your phone and purse down.

You turned, breathing softly the moment he stepped close to you. Your eyes traveled from his chest up to his face, licking your lips nervously. The man tilted his head with a little smirk.

“You were so damn cocky at the bar.. thinking of backing out?”

The nerves seemed to melt in that moment, stepping a bit closer, rising up to allow your lips to brush. “Sukuna.. are you gonna fuck the attitude out of me, or are you gonna keep talking?” Your eyes flicked between his lips and his dark eyes, gasping the moment you felt a cool hand rising to the back of your neck.

Wordlessly he leaned down, planting his lips against your own. His kiss was rough, stealing your breath away all while his tongue bullied it’s way past your pretty glossed lips. The wet, long muscle curled and slid against your own, licking into your mouth and claiming it as his own. The messy sounds of your lips surrounded the room, your soft moans following.

Sukuna’s hand moved to rest on your throat, thumb pressing against it just to feel you gulp. You pulled away for air, hissing the moment his fangs dragged across your bottom lip, nicking the sensitive skin. He chased your lips for another kiss, licking away the little droplet of blood whilst moving you backwards.

Your hands rose to grip his body, feeling your back press against a wall. You gasped in his mouth as you felt his hand slide down your body, catching the zipper of your cropped jacket and pulling it down your body. The cool air brushed your cleavage, moaning softly the moment his fingers found your hardened nipple under the thin fabric of your bra.

You pulled back, head resting against the wall; whining the moment he pinched your covered bud. “Sukuna, quit fucking teasing.” You hissed, chest rising into his hand for more. The vampire grinned down at you, removing his hand from your breast to instead trail down your body, flicking the belt you wore; buttons of your jeans following.

Now with enough space his hand was entering your pants, two fingers pressing against your wet, covered slit. “Already a fucking mess and I barely touched you.” The drummer commented, face pressing against your collarbone, dragging his fangs across your warm skin. You whined as his fingers found your clit through the fabric of your panties, legs widening and hips rising for more friction. Sukuna chuckled at this, fingertips pressing against the swollen bud, rubbing harsh circles upon it. “Opening your legs for a vampire like this— oh, what a minx you are.”

“Piss off.” You mustered, attempting to keep your resolve in tact. You cried out however, the moment he pinched your clit, the light pleasure and pain melding together.

“Still mouthing off huh?” Sukuna spoke, pulling away from your neck, hand rising to grab your cheeks. His thumb pressed against your lips for a moment before pushing into your mouth, pressing against your tongue all while his fingers entered your panties. The man didn’t tease this time, covering the digits in your slick before sliding them into your damp entrance. He wasted no time in curling the digits inside you, pressing against your gummy walls and growing closer to allow his palm to grind against your clit. A toothy grin was sent your way the moment he felt and heard your muffled moans, fingers scissoring inside your messy pussy, the wet squelches entering the room.

The muffled gasp of his name escaped you the moment he added a third finger, thrusting the digits quickly; stirring you up inside. Your hand fell to his wrist, pretty acrylics digging into his limb, clawing up tattooed skin. Your legs shook as the moments of pleasure continued, eyes pinched close as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Your toes curled, stomach tightening as you grew closer and closer; pussy spasming around his fingers so intensely, he actually added effort to his thrusts.

“Su—sukuna, fuck—!” You whined against his thumb, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth, gagging the moment he pushed the digit farther into your throat. You were so close, squeezing him so harshly that it hurt.

And yet, you weren’t pushed over the edge. Because just when you felt like you would break, the man stopped; withdrawing his fingers before you could even think of finishing yourself off.

Your eyes flew open, glaring at the shit-eating grin plastered across his face. The moment he pulled his thumb from your mouth you were hissing;

“What’s your problem? I was so cl—“

“Did you think you could mouth off like that and I’d would reward you with an orgasm?” Sukuna questioned, head tilted, eyes sweeping your form. The man’s hand rose, fingers pressing into your cheeks and pushing; watching your messy lips pucker. “Fucking needy, looking at you whining just for my fingers.” Sukuna released your cheeks to instead grasp your waist, moving you over to sit on the couch.

The moment your ass met the cushion you felt the heat rise around you, watching in excitement at his hands tugging on the waistband of his pants. Thumbs hooking on the elastic, the vampire pushed them down, black boxers following. His dick escaped the confinements easily, resting tall and thick, beads of precum resting deliciously on the tip.

You bit your lip a little, breathing the moment you felt his strong hand grab the back of your head. “Gonna use that pretty mouth of yours for something useful, yeah?” Sukuna grinned, watching how easily your lips parted, tongue sticking out. His other hand grabbed his shaft, inching closer just to side his tip across your wet tongue. The moment you tried to wrap your lips around his dick, he was pulling you back by the hair— ignoring the whine that you released.

“Impatient brat.” He murmured, instructing you to lay your tongue out. You obeyed, groaning the moment he tapped his dick against the muscle, shallowing fucking your open mouth with just the tip. After a few moments of the teasing, Sukuna was flicking his hips forward; enjoying the way tears sprung to your eyes, hands rising to press against his hips. With no care for your well-being, the vampire began to thrust in your wet cavern, your soft hair spilling through the gaps of his fingers as he gripped it.

Your tongue dragged across his shaft with each thrust into your mouth, eyes closed as you breathed heavily through your nose. The sound of your saliva, gagging, and wet thrusts carried in the room; your hand falling between your legs to rub your clit, moaning around his cock. Your jaw began to ache from the relentless thrusts, the combined mess surely tainting the bottom half of your face— concerns that you could care less about.

Sukuna watched you carefully, gripping your hair, enjoying the way your cheeks would puff with each thrust. The moment he noticed your hand however, he was shoving his cock deeper, leaning to snatch your wrist. You went to whine, the noise coming out as nothing more then a wet, jumbled mess. He grinned above you, continuing to fuck your throat; “Gonna cry about it? Go ahead.” Sukuna snickered, gritting his teeth the moment he felt his orgasm getting close.

His head tilted back, breathing as pink strands rested against his forehead. Sukuna’s hips never stopped, heavy balls slapping against your chin as his grip on your hair began to ache. “Fuck.. such a good fucking groupie, letting me use your mouth like this.” Sukuna teased, feeling the vibration of your moans around his length. He looked back down, pacing increasing, strings of groans and swears escaping him.

The vampire pumped inside your wet mouth a few more times before he was pulling out, making a mess on your face. His come covered your lips, cheeks, and glasses; you quickly sucking up air greedily, tongue gliding across your lips to lick away his mess.

You breathed as his hand found your chin, raising your face to get a good look at you. Sukuna was truly satisfied with his work, grinning down at you. His thumb wiped some of the milky liquid left on your cheek, moving over to your mouth and watching you lick and suck his digit clean. “Mm.. that’s a good girl.” He praised, withdrawing his thumb and pulling your glasses off shortly after.

His hand slid to your throat the moment he pressed your lips together, rising you up a bit while you held onto his wrist. Sukuna’s tongue invaded your mouth once again, making it an even bigger mess. Soon he pulled away, staring down at you.

“Haven’t even fucked you yet and that attitude is no where to be seen. Maybe I shouldn’t..“ Sukuna was pulling away before you could even respond, reaching as if going to pull his pants up. “— looks like I already proved myself, right?” You quickly shook your head, reaching over to grab his wrists. The vampire laughed at this, coming closer to trap your form between him and the couch. “C’mon use your words, sweetheart. What exactly do you want?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring into his eyes. You were sure if you didn’t say anything in the next few seconds he would turn and exit the room, leaving you high and dry. You swallowed your pride, rising up higher to rest your hands onto his chest. “You. I need you so bad, Sukuna— please.” You gasped out, crumpling his shirt into your hands.

Sukuna listened to your pleas greedily, a permanent grin painted across his face. Just when you thought it didn’t work he was grabbing your shoulder, turning and pushing you to lay across the couch. Your heart beat fast against your chest, feeling the cushion dip as kneeled behind you. In one swift motion he was pulling your jeans and panties all the way down, revealing yourself to him.

The moment you tried to close your legs, his palm slammed against your ass; causing a cry to escape you, pressing your face into the cushion. “Don’t even try that. Wanted this so bad, you better fucking take it.” Sukuna hissed, grasping his length as he lined up with your fluttering entrance, carefully pushing in.

The stretch teetered between pleasurable and painful, rising onto your hands and gripping the cushions underneath you as you could do nothing but whine, body shaking. Sukuna sneered at your withering form, gripping your hips tightly. “‘M not even all the way in and you’re already losing yourself..” With a final thrust he was all the way in, resting deep inside your messy pussy, stretching you so pretty. You cried out the moment his fingers gripped your hair, pulling you into a deep arch whilst hovering over body, lips brushing your ear.

“Still think I ain’t no different then a human man?”

“Fu..fuck you.” You whimpered out, breathing heavily the moment he adjusted his hips.

Sukuna snickered softly, “You already are, princess.” With the continued grip on your hair he was pulling his hips back until only the tip was inside, slamming back in. The movement caused your body to lurch forward, gasping out and greedily sucking the air back up. You opened your mouth to speak, shutting up the moment another thrust racked through your body.

And another.. and another.. and another—

His pace was relenting from the start, fucking you so harshly your body bumped against the arm rest of the couch; nails digging into the cushions as shameless moans escaped you. Each time you attempted to pull away, to run— he was grabbing you back, slapping your thighs, ass, anything he could reach. All while speaking to you in that mocking tone, ridiculing you.

“Had so much to say yet you’re running..”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, the thought melting away as his thrusts ruined you. His cock dragged against your walls, fucking each and every thought out of your mind; replacing them with him. Your eyes were pinched close, drawls of his name and moans escaping your swollen lips. “Su—sukuna, fuck..!” You cried out, feeling yourself get close.

Sukuna’s hands kept a tight grip on your hips, bottom lip caught between his sharp fangs the moment you began to fuck back against him. Your ass shook with each bounce, the man zoned in on the erotic display. Fuck, you felt so good, way too good. The man sucked his teeth, hand falling to your ass cheek and slapping one, thrusting harder than before. “Greedy fucking pussy, clenching me so damn tight..” He dragged, a groan rumbling in his chest.

Tears sprung to your eyes, head going slack as a loud cry escaped you, creaming all over his length. The mess trickled down to his balls and the couch, soaking the cushion. Your tired body went slack against the furniture, feeling his thrusts slow, but never stop. A sudden tight grip on your hair had your reeling, whining as he pulled you back.

“I’m not fucking done with you.”

The vampire wasted no time and flipping you onto your back, pulling you down by your thighs and pushing them up to sink deeper inside you. Your hands clung to his wrists, crying out at the slight burn the stretch left you. You were given no time to think, the man resuming his fearsome thrusts at a completely different angle, ramming agonist a spot inside you that caused you to completely lose your mind.

Your hands went slack, lips agape as babbles and moans escaped your raw throat. Your eyes were meeting the back of your skull, makeup a mess with wet dark streaks running down your chubby brown cheeks. Sukuna enjoyed the sight completely, eyes flicking between your face and the way his cock slid inside your pretty pussy, the white foamy mess coating his length.

He leaned over your body, legs now held up by his shoulders as he continued to fuck you. “What a mess you are.” The man hissed, hand reaching to grab your chin. “Can’t even think straight can you? I’m fucking you too dumb huh?” He mocked, your sweet moans music to his ears.

Your hands rose to his back, gripping his shirt for leverage as you came again, painting his lower body with your mess. Sukuna laughed softly at this, still fucking you despite just orgasming. “Claimed you weren’t a fang-banger yet here you are, coming all over my dick. Such a liar, (Y/N).”

Your whines didn’t go unnoticed, the man’s hand falling to your waist and lifting you up a bit, drilling into you. His cock pushed against your cervix, the pain melting with each thrust inside. You barely even registered his fangs pressing against your skin until they entered your collarbone, a strangled whine escaped you.

The man sucked the crimson droplets that released from the wound, blunt fingernails digging into your skin; Sukuna slowly getting drunk off your taste. When he had his fill he was pulling away, licking up the residue and sealing the wound. His other hand grabbed the back of your neck, lifting your head from the couch to lock lips; the metallic taste of your blood causing you to groan— all while continuing to jackhammer into you.

The vampire was right, he was fucking the attitude out of you. You so pliable, gripping onto him as if he was a lifeline and you were in the open sea. Your legs were trembling, pussy clenching and clenching, as he swallowed the sweetest moans with his lips tainted with your blood. A fucking mess you were.

His mess, obviously.

A different type of clench entered your stomach, one that caused your eyes to fly open. You pulled back from the kiss to cry out, gripping him tightly. “Wa—wait, Sukuna— hah…— please slow down!” You somehow managed out, hazy eyes staring up at the clear distaste resting on his features.

He didn’t listen, slamming into you roughly, swatting the hand away that went to press against his hips. Sukuna tutted at the whine that escaped you, drilling you deeper and deeper into the furniture. “Make another mess, ruin this fucking couch.” He hissed, feeling his own end growing close.

You tried to hold it back, back arching from the cushions as black filled streaks continued to glide down your cheeks. Soon enough you could no longer contain yourself, the band snapping inside you as you screeched in pleasure; drenching the cushions underneath you, making a complete mess of the both of you.

Sukuna grinned at this, far too caught up in his own pleasure to release a snarky comment. Instead his face fell to your neck, thrusts becoming uncoordinated before he shoved himself deep, flooding you with his come.

The sound of your pants entered the space, your hands continuing to hold onto Sukuna. Your head fell back against the couch, eyes pinched closed and focused on regaining your breath.

Moments passed before the vampire rose, pulling his hips back, shushing the sensitive whine that escaped you. Once no longer inside, Sukuna’s hands dragged down to spread you more, watching pearly white beads trickle from your opening and down to your taint. The man smirked just a tad, eyes carrying back to your tired face.

“Looks like you’re a fang-banger now.” Sukuna spoke, watching you attempt at a frustrated face which melted away the moment his thumb slid across your slit.

“Fuck, Sukuna.. I’m too sensitive right now.” You whimpered, shying away from his touch. You gasped as he gripped your thighs however, dragging you farther down the couch.

Sukuna leaned over your body, resting on a forearm placed above your head. “You have seven minutes sweetheart.”

You rose an eyebrow at his words, adjusting yourself, “For what?”

The vampire grinned, curling a piece of hair around his finger. “If you thought I was gonna stop there, I fucked you far too dumb. I’m getting rid of that attitude permanently, remember?”

Your eyes widened, excitement and fear bubbling inside you. The man leaned down, stealing your lips in a deep kiss.

You were thankful you thought to send a text message to your best friend to leave when she wanted, given you didn’t leave the room until the bar closed.

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toothfairyfemme · 1 year

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kuiinncedes · 3 years

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hi, i read your rant about kurtbastian and “lol klaine” people who ship it, and i am one of these people so i’d like to explain my pov. (this is too long lmao sorry”

first of all, my most surface level reason. i don’t think klaine has as much chemistry as kurtbastian. i’m a big fan of the enemies to lovers trope, i find grant and chris both attractive and according to my personal taste, kurtbastian fanfiction is more interesting.

second of all, blaine isn’t an innocent cinnamon roll who can’t do wrong. i don’t wanna get into all his faults, but to give the most obvious example:

the scandals parking lot scene. that isn’t cute or loving. that’s assault. even if it wasn’t, his motive of wanting to have sex that night was to be a better actor in west side story. rachel gets shit for doing the same thing, except she actually confessed. blaine never did, also being drunk is never an excuse. (on that note, kurt needed that role, blaine didn’t, yet he auditioned with a tony song)

another ones being cheating (obviously), giving kurt shit for texting when he did the same with sebastian (and knowing sebastian, those text were a lot less family friendly than chandlers), talking to burt about kurt needing sex-ed (?????), the very public proposal (c’mon now, some privacy), trying to get kurt to gain weight bc he felt insecure (yes, mental illness, not his fault he’s insecure but that doesn’t make him completely innocent), the gas pains incident (unstan), and honestly a lot more

in my opinion, blaine was never out of character in any of those things. he needs professional help. he said it himself, he sees kurt as a competition and a delicate little flower to take care of. (i guess they got therapy but i erased s6 from memory so no comment)

on the other hand, yes we prefer mostly fanon sebastian, mainly because he didn’t have a lot of screen time but i, and pretty much every kurtbastian shipper, think his character was interesting and worth exploring. he got snippets of redemption and honestly, fic writers do such a good job of making him in character but still not as awful. definitely not racist, none of us like that. (also me not liking blaine definitely has nothing to do with his race, i didn’t even know darren wasn’t white for a long time)

lastly, do you think that the version of klaine you all know and love is exactly canon compliant? is writing him as a “bad boy” or a total selfless sweetheart not fanon? isnt that what fanfics are all about? i don’t mind people shipping klaine, you do you. but that is not a perfect relationship and blaine isn’t a perfect man.

tbh i don’t really know how to respond bc i am obviously a klaine shipper and i respect your right to ship kurtbastian and say what you want about klaine, just preferably not directly in my inbox next time if you could (so i can have it hidden behind the necessary tags that i have filtered for a reason lol) :)

i know he’s not completely innocent, no one on this show hasn’t done questionable shit. other people have definitely put into words, better than i could, their defense for blaine and his actions that you’ve laid out here

and honestly i’m not sure if i should respond to what you’re saying. i’m absolutely going to defend blaine, i see the chemistry between klaine, i wholly believe he’s ultimately a good person, etc - but you and other people who don’t like him probably aren’t gonna change your views, just like i’m not gonna change mine, which is fine.

at the end of the day... this is my blog and i’m gonna continue to love blaine and ship klaine, and you can hate him and ship kurtbastian. i’m not gonna pretend to understand or like it... but yeah :P

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Hey hi! I'd like to request the fan asks (favorite male character, favorite female character etc) for ST:TNG or ST:VOY, please (your choice)!

I had this ages, and then got distracted and it's such a nice ask! (thanks for your patience! and asking!

Favorites from TNG and VOY: (so under a cut but I got wordy)

Favorite Female Character: When I was very little, it was Deanna, because she seemed so nice and had a great smile. I also have a difficult relationship with my mother.

Currently, it's Beverly Crusher, because she has this crappy self-made vibe to her, and she rocked the single mom thing and that's my life so...she's also funny and has this fragility about her that I find fascinating and compelling. Part of her has retreated, she's known loss, she's also so kind and empathetic and caring. She'd be an amazing Captain and should show up in new trek as one.

Favorite Male Character: My favorite TNG character has fluctuated. It was Riker when I was very small because he was funny and kind and I was rather afraid of Picard, he was so serious. Data was my brother's favorite (and I have three brothers so we share things but all having different things). Geordi was middle brother' favorite, then youngest brother liked Worf.

I had a Picard is so soft actually, period when I was really into Picard/Crusher, and he's VERY hard to write because he's so intelligent and thoughtful and well-read.

Now, I'd definitely say Riker, and that's so much because of Jonathan Frakes, who is wonderful and charming and funny, and how Riker is such a sweet family dude in Picard. There's this earnest softness about him that I find so appealing. He's also a good friend and a good lover (so kind) and I have funny thoughts about the time he and Beverly (he was Odan, but still) had sex because they're so siblingy. (tangent). Riker.

Favorite Season: Five! it's five. There are some awesome episodes in 5, Power Play, Conundrum, it's one of my go to favorite seasons, the hair is good, the crew gets to do cool things. (6, 4 and 3 are close runner ups.

Favorite Episode: Remember Me, because it's Beverly out of her element, alone in a very scary place, and she uses her brain to figure it out and saves herself. Damn. Also there's a very nice hug at the end.

Favorite Cast member: Dammit TNG, why do you have the nicest most wonderful cast? A tie between Gates and Frakes. They're such sweethearts.

My Favorite Ship: (Enterprise E so fantastic). Currently, Troi/Riker because they're doing really great things in Picard, and they had this gentleness. They were always okay with each other. When they saw other people, when they were lost, somehow, they always worked it out. Brilliant. (shout out to Picard/Crusher for also being so caring and kind to each other, you can tell they're very good friends.)

a character I’d die defending: Beverly Crusher, in a heartbeat, with essays.

a character I just can’t sympathize with: I am quite over Data he's nice but I'm so done with his pov. There's so much about him and I just...

a character I grew to love: Nechayev, because there's so much sexism behind how she's treated in the narrative and she's really just doing her job, well, at a very high level. Also Shelby, she's really interesting and I would have loved to see her again.

my anti otp: Picard/Data, Picard/Q, I find them both really dull.

my favorite female character: So so many options, it's Janeway, by a tiny bit because I love Seven and B'Elanna and Kes, but Janeway, just because she went through so much and made it in the end. Her autobiography also went a long way towards really bringing her to life for me.

my favorite male character: Tuvok, he's the loveliest space dad, trapped on a ship with ridiculous emotion beings, and he's so dedicated and caring and occasionally funny, such a good friend to Seven and Kes and Janeway and B'Elanna and Tom and he's just great.

my favorite book/season/etc: Four, I think? Year of Hell, One, Demon, Omega Directive, early Seven of Nine adapting, Janeway not that broken yet. It's a fun season.

my favorite episode (if its a tv show): Macrocosm, the flashback Janeway fights viruses and is a badass in a tanktop just always pleases me. It's so Star Trek.

my favorite cast member: Jeri Ryan, had to deal with so much and is so kind caring, funny, supportive, brilliant. All the love for her.

my favorite ship: Chakotay/Janeway was a big part of my formative years of fandom. They're wonderful. I think in some ways it's Janeway/Crusher now, because of how important it would be that Janeway date someone who wasn't her subordinate (and I like they're dynamic, yes I've mostly made it up, but that's fun).

a character I’d die defending: Tuvok, in a heartbeat.

a character I just can’t sympathize with: I loathe Neelix with Kes because he's had so much experience and she's SO young. I also don't connect with the Doctor at all. He's so rude and awful and entitled and self-centered and there are so many episodes about him and I just don't like him.

a character I grew to love: Seven of Nine, I just didn't get her at first. She was cool but the struggling to be human hadn't really clicked for me.

my anti otp: Janeway/Kashyk, so many of my friends really enjoyed it, I find him annoying. It feels self destructive of her.

favorites!

my favorite female character

my favorite male character

my favorite book/season/etc

my favorite episode (if its a tv show)

my favorite cast member

my favorite ship

a character I’d die defending

a character I just can’t sympathize with

a character I grew to love

my anti otp

#thank you!!#favorites about a show #st voy #st tng

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breakupspells18 · 3 years

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Best reunite lover spells

Rejoining the sweetheart spell is something which can assist you with getting the affection for your life back. For this, you can take the direction of a specialist. Little deeds or reciting of a mantra will be said by the master to you and afterward further you can perform and get your sweetheart back. Furthermore, there are various experts who can assist you with getting your sweetheart back. You should simply see what individual you need to counsel for something similar. Rejoining the sweetheart spell is something which makes two spirits meet up so it is a lovely assistance. Before you choose this help have full confidence and do it with your entire existence so all that outcome could be acquired.

In the rejoin, sweetheart spell soothsaying assumes a crucial part. At the point when you counsel a crystal gazer, they will investigate the stars of the individual and yours too so it very well may be seen that you will both stay together after the spell is performed. So in the event that, you are certain that you need your ex back and you need him perpetually so play out the spell in conference with a stargazer and do it the manner in which they request that you do.

Rejoin love spells

To rejoin with your sweetheart here is a basic rejoin darling spell. All you need to recite the mantra which is given underneath and you can get the individual you need.

One, one, all the adversary will be no more

Two, Two, genuine love I am expected

Three, Three, sweetheart come to me,

Four, Four, sweetheart open your entryway,

Five, Five, be my heart alive,

Six, Six, my joy fix,

Seven, Seven, I will be in seventh paradise

Eight, Eight, bring me, love and mate

Nine, Nine, love always be mine

Ten, Ten a caring heart to my nook

Eleven, Eleven, twofold paradise then eleven

Twelve, Twelve, my adoration wishes presently be held

This is finished. Do recollect each time you serenade the mantra after each line you grin and take a full breath.

At long last, eventually, you need to take a piece of paper and compose the name of the individual you love the most, presently overlay the piece of paper fifty-fifty with the open end towards you. Presently again crease the paper again so it is in quarters. Presently place that piece of paper under your pad when you head to sleep. Do it for three evenings persistently and afterward the spell will show the enchantment.

Spells to rejoin a couple

Here is another spell to rejoin a couple. This is a basic one yet you need to perform it for your entire being. All you need is a pen, white paper and a pink light. You need to do this spell on a Friday night. Start with lighting the pink candle on Friday evening. At that point compose your name and the name of your sweetheart on the paper with a pen. Remember, that for yourself you compose your first name however for your sweetheart, you ought to keep in touch with her/her last name. At that point, draw a convenient circle close to those names and start with contemplation. Presently close your eyes and begin envisioning glad occasions with your darling. It very well may be any incredible recollections you both have had in the past or things you both have thought for your future. As you envision, continue reciting the affection spell. It's really similar to a supplication that is working so that both of you could be together and your destiny is fixed is one for the entire life. Presently, open your eyes and continue to take a gander at the flame ceaselessly for around 15 minutes. Continue to do reflection till the time candle torches all alone. You ought to do the spells routinely for 7 evenings so you get the ideal outcome

Voodoo spells to separate a couple and rejoin an ex with an accomplice

To rejoin you with your affection you can go for this Voodoo sorcery and unquestionably it will assist you with getting your lost love back inside 24 hours. The main thing you need to do is center around your expectation just as to find out if you truly need your ex to be there in your life again or not. By playing out this custom, Voodoo sorcery will absorb the positive energy conveyed from the universe to the point of making you really striking and loveable before your ex-sweetheart. When the spell is projected, they will not at any point wish to leave you. They will be with you for eternity. On the off chance that you are taking the assistance of a spell caster to get back with your lost love in 24 hours, make sure to give genuine reactions at whatever point they ask you subtleties like for what valid reason your relationship separated. Try not to be hazy in any case the spell will not be powerful. The second they have left you, it's simply an opportunity to introspect, such as inquiring as to for what reason did this occur and was it your flaw and what are the progressions you ought to do as such as to get him back. This sort of spell has no connection with the difference in your character; indeed, it's something you need to work for your improvement.

spells to rejoin ex-sweetheart blood moon

There are times when you say a final farewell to your darling yet then you understand you need that individual back. Around there, you are prepared to do anything and at any expense, you need that individual back in your life. So remembering that here is a rejoin love spell you need to perform. This custom is to be done on a full moon night. Indeed, at whatever point you know there will be a full moon carrying this thing. What you need to do is take a red light on which you will imprint the name of the individual whom you need back in your life. After that put the needle in each letter of the name. The full moon energy will respond to the individual and make that individual consider you. They will have perspective about you. Assuming an individual calls you soon, simply recall your spell was fruitful. You need to do this with all confidence and all the positive energy. When you play out this stay positive and continue to recite supplications so you can get that individual back as fast as could really be expected.

Spell to bring back my ex-sweetheart

In the event that you are worn out from the remaining alone promotion, you feel that in the past you did an error, so here is an opportunity to rejoin your ex. You can get your sweetheart back essentially by playing out a spell. It is probably the most effortless spell to perform. For this, you just need one article that has a place with your sweetheart. It very well may be his pen or the lighter, his brush or a piece of closet. Presently next is to take nine candles, and make a circle of them. In that circle place the individual thing of your cherished one in the middle. You need to play out this under the full Moon. Presently light up every one of the candles clockwise, and subsequent to deduction for quite a while about your ex-darling, talk the serenade which is given beneath for multiple times: "Dear Moon, you have a knowledge into the hearts of the individuals who are infatuated, stir XY's sentiments towards me, and become our long lasting defender." Do this with everything that is in you and sooner rather than later, you will get your sweetheart back. After this, you can have a glad relationship with him until the end of time.

Spell to bring back ex

You were joyfully hitched and abruptly your connection gets ruined. This makes you extremely upset and you feel that you need your ex. Along these lines, around there, you need to play out a basic love spell in the evening of the full moon. Before you hit the hay you need to essentially envision. At the point when you do this it will support up with the energy of the Moon. Presently get into bed and consider the individual you really need back in your life. Consider how your relationship would resemble. Where might you spend time with them, where will you take some time off, what you would purchase for your accomplice on your first commemoration, etc? At the point when we have an extraordinary longing for something then the odds to get that specific individual increment. So whatever you have considered now record on a paper as the agreed sentences. Presently light the pink candle, and give all your consideration to the adoration you will give and get around there. Among all the however which you have composed say the one which is generally critical to you. Along these lines, the affection spell will be forced by the energy of full Moon, and you convey a message to the universe that you are good to go to remain in adoration until the end of time

Inquiries posed on rejoining sweetheart spells as often as possible –

What amount of time will it require to rejoin me with my ex?

At the point when we talk about rejoining with an ex then it relies on the spell you perform and with what confidence you perform. At the point when you do it with everything that is in you and you don't think negatively about it later on then the outcomes are very fast.

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Consequently rejoining the darling spell can present to you all the bliss yet it could have a few changes in your day to day existence as well. The spell will help you experience another life which you were searching for from a significant stretch of time. This will get you what you need yet for what seems like forever, you need to oversee I so that bond stays until the end of time. These spells are not difficult to do yet having confidence in them is the main part.

#spells #reunite lover spells #reunite spells

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not-a-red-rose · 4 years

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Bit of a long read.

Warning: Topics are somehow sensitive, but please read, for this is also a way of education (or maybe you’ll just find out I’m a bad person, that depends lol.) But if you’ve got time, if you can make time, please read this. I accept constructive criticisms, some arguments that do not involve ad hominem, and additions if ever you are willing to say there is.

So, it's been approximately 5 years since I strayed away from being masungit and maldita (mean and snobby), because my Mom and Dad got a lot of trouble because of it (I did get a lot of trouble, too, only I didn't mind, because I really didn't care) and now I love being compassionate and kind

I really do, because I can't also stand an environment where most of the people are mean-spirited and always angry. I wanted to build a soft and light environment, so I tried to be soft and light, too.

Because change starts within, don’t you think?

So I did, and I became very good at it.

It feels great to see and watch people grow comfortable with their own skin around you because you don't judge them. It feels great to see and watch people love themselves more because they can see that you love them for who they are. It feels great to make people feel great and give them the love they deserve, because we are all human, and we don't deserve to always be shut down by people who suffer inside of themselves. So we create bonds, we love people for who they are, we eat with them, we cry with them, we laugh with them, we pat their backs when they are defeated and helpless, we shout “I’m proud of you!” to their faces when we feel proud of them, and we begin being kind.

But now that I have been terribly woken up by realizations, shaped by my experiences, and taught with other's advices, I am also beginning to see the predators in our forest.

I will sometimes think that maybe we aren't always aware that we are being predators, sometimes we are as clueless as the preys and we don't know any better. Sometimes we can be the toxic ones, too, so there is no point in stopping our self-development and realizations. Everyone starts as clueless and inexperienced— oftentimes, a monster isn’t a monster because he is evil, it is because he refuses to change so, even when he knows he is.

Bad people only become truly bad when they don’t care about being better.

I am not perfect, I am not all-knowing, I became a predator, too, for far too many times than I can count, and I am still trying and learning how not to be. But here are some of the things I realized:

• The awful mindset of our society is that if someone's kind, they are supposed to tolerate everything you do. (even and especially gaslighting, guilt-tripping, backstabbing then denying it later, always saying "yes," and being soft even when hurt and angry.)

No. People who are kind do not deserve such abuse and manipulation (we don’t deserve abuse and manipulations,) so please, quit saying, “mabait naman ‘yan si ano e, okay lang ‘yan sa kan’ya!” (Don’t stress about it too much, she’s kind, so that’ll be okay for her!)

And what, you’re going to victim-blame again? You’ll say, “you’re too kind, you’re teaching people to step all over you.” Dude, I’m not teaching them anything like that, really, they are teaching that to themselves because they want to abuse and take advantage of the kindness. If there is no kindness because kind people took your advice to not be kind so people won’t step all over them, then what would become of our world? Common sense, sweetheart.

• Normalize saying no. If you mean no, say no. If you mean maybe, say maybe. If you mean I’ll try, say I’ll try. If you mean yes, say yes. Normalize saying and receiving no, not everyone has to agree and do what you suggest them to do.

Normalize saying no, if no is what you want to say. I don't care if they hail you as a saint and they label you as someone who tolerates everything. Say no if you mean no. Say it firmly. Don't waver. Your voice may shake but say no if what you mean is no.

(“Normalize saying no” doesn't just tackle suitors and people who want to be your lover. This also tackles people you don't want to spend time with, things you don't want to do, places you don't want to go to, words you don't want to say, and etc.)

say no. say it loudly. say it firmly.

• Unfortunately, we are not educated about gaslighting and guilt-tripping, or any psychological/mental manipulations, enough to defend our own selves from manipulators, narcissists, and terrible behaviors of people.

We should be educated.

Please read verified and credible articles about it, listen to classes when it’s the topic, research about it, observe it. You may be doing it, too, so please learn about it.

• We should stay away from "friends" who hurt, invalidate, manipulate, abuse, and force you to do things you do not want to do. I don't care if it makes you alone-- alone is better than being with people who will just use and hurt you.

• Do not try to repaint red flags. Red flags are red flags, unless you are color blind, although please do not be figuratively color blind. If you cannot settle it through peaceful conversations and negotiations, it’s time to cut ties. CUT TIES. No one is important enough, for you to stay with them even when they exhaust and drain the hell outta you. Let them go. If they don’t wanna walk away, then you do the walking away. Don’t stay there. Life is too short to deal with people who take and take and take and take your peace and who obliges you to fix them.

• I do not have any idea how to say this properly— but you cannot expect your romantic partner/ lover to take the heavy weight of your mental messes and emotional baggage just because you cannot deal with it yourself. Stop dropping all the weight to someone and expecting them to fix you because you are broken.

I am not invalidating the love lives of lovers who stay through each other’s destructive jealousies and insecurities— I am only saying that we don’t have to. We aren’t obligated to fix an individual just because we love them. That’s what’s cruel there, when we find someone we can and will love and we would like them to be in our future, but they come across as toxic and draining and destructive, and they don’t want to adjust to be a better person, we gotta let go of them.

It is always your choice if you’re going to stay with them— if you can and you want to, then stay. If you can’t and you don’t want to, then don’t.

This may sound harsh and (even) evil, but normalize leaving people when you cannot deal with them any longer. Normalize leaving people. Normalize people leaving you. Those who can and who want to stay will stay, will always find reasons to come back, and will always stay. Remember that.

• Normalize rebuking and criticizing the ideas of the people who make rape, poverty, mental illness, and anything-that-shouldn’t-be-joked-about jokes. Normalize criticizing, standing up to it whether it came from your parents, a very dear friend, or a romantic partner. Sensitivity shall not be filtered. Respect shall not be filtered. Note that I said “ideas of the people” not “the people” because we should not hate people so easily, maybe they just need a little education, a little more push to leave that mindset and perspective.

Well, if they have been presented with enough and sufficient facts of why they shouldn’t think like that and shouldn’t joke about that, but they still haven’t changed their mind, let us go back to what I said earlier.

Bad people only become truly bad when they don’t care about being better. :>

• Say what you mean and mean what you say (this one is the hardest so far because man, we are reckless with words.) Like what I said earlier— about the saying no. If you say yes, darling, I do hope you mean yes. If you make a promise, do your best to meet it! Treat your words like they represent your dignity, because oftentimes, they do. You believe it or not, words are powerful. It can heal and mend, but it can also tarnish and destroy.

“The words you speak become the house you live in.” ― Hafiz

• We all need healing. We all have wounds we need to heal from. I do not know jack about your problems and you might not know about mine, but we cannot deny that we need healing. Because if we deny, and we think that we’re a-ok even when we are not, the wounds will remain wounds and we will bleed on people who did not cause it. We will punish others because we are experiencing anguish inside of us. Do not let that be you. Be soft on yourself enough to acknowledge that you are hurt and in need of healing— that way, you are soft and tender with others, too.

• What you feel isn’t always what I feel, and what I feel isn’t always what you feel. We have different capacities, different perspectives, different emotional wavelengths. What’s trouble for me can not be trouble for you, and vice versa. However, that does not give us any power to disregard what others feel. We need a lot of understanding in this life, and acceptance towards the diversity of every aspect in our lives. Respect is needed, always respect. Respect should be the default (that being a default, it can also be lost).

(But this^^ doesn’t always apply to all things such as being homophobic and racist, because that perspective and mindset drives one to disrespect existence, and even act out violently, set prejudices and be downright inhumane. That is not what I am talking about.)

This is not all, but if I type all I might accidentally write a book about it, so this stops, for now. Note that your understanding of the words I’ve said depends on how well you interpret it, whether you have prejudices or you do not, whether you will use it for good purposes or for bad.

#quarantine thoughts #midnight thoughts #normalize #society #societal #behavioral #mental #psychological #analysis #realizations #accepting arguments about this #don't be shy to argue with me #but please no ad hominem

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