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[hayakawalove]

Cheater Cheater Pumpkin Eater

Summary: You're happy with your husband, you swear. Except you actually aren't. You're so unhappy in fact, that you find yourself in a cheap bar late one night. Two men find you, and it leads to a night of fun.

A/N: Yeah. It goes without saying that I DON'T CONDONE CHEATING! I don't know why I wrote this. I actually used to really hate cheating fics, so much so that I would filter the tag out. They used to trigger me super bad. I'm not sure why I wrote this. Maybe as a way of doing exposure therapy, maybe just to practice writing things I normally don't write. Whatever the case is, here you go. I hope y'all enjoy! As always, I appreciate your guys comments so much, seriously!

CW: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Cheating (You Cheat on Your Husband), Hand Jobs, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Finger Sucking, Spit Kink, Protected Sex, Threesome - F/M/M, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Alcohol, Dirty Talk, Humiliation, Praise Kink, Cum Swallowing, Hook-Up, No Strings Attached, Reader Feels Bad (Doesn't Last Long), Hair-pulling, Female Reader, AFAB Reader

W/C: 6,154

Credit to cafekitsune for the banner

You’re happy. 

You really are. 

Those are the words you find yourself repeating like a mantra, a self assuring prayer on a loop in your mind. 

You have a great life. 

A wonderful job, a nice house, the perfect husband. 

People live their entire lives searching for what you’ve been so graciously dealt. 

So why did it feel like you were lying to yourself when you repeated that mantra? 

The words felt uneasy in your mind at first, the weight of them feeling unknown on your tongue. You’d never really thought about it before. Were you happy? The more you told yourself that you were, the more the saying turned your stomach sour. 

You were happy. You were happy. You were happy. 

You weren’t happy. 

At first, it began like a tingle in the back of your throat. Not disruptive, but most certainly there, no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. It was the most obvious when you felt like you should be grateful for something.

Before going to bed at night, finishing a big project at work, when your husband kissed your cheek. 

The doubt simmers in your gut, barely a blip on your radar.

It was hardly noticeable, until it wasn’t. 

The thought became a raging forest fire, drowning out all your other senses. Every day was the same. It was so boring. Nothing lit a spark in you. 

You weren’t sure how to even remedy it. Not only that, but you would listen to your friends talk about their lives, and how it was monotonous for them as well. Maybe life just had to be like this. 

There’s a pit in your stomach as you walk to your car. You really didn’t want to go home tonight. Not when you knew your loving husband would be waiting for you; not when you knew you had all the reasons in the world to be happy, but you just weren’t. 

“Hey, sexy lady!” A man’s voice rings out around you. 

When you flick your head around you see a man who’s much older than you sizing you up. Your knee jerk reaction is to be disgusted, but you aren’t, not fully at least. 

You’re flattered. 

When was the last time someone paid you a compliment like that? Your husband told you you were beautiful all the time, but it felt rehearsed, like the words had lost their meaning. Sure, a stranger calling you sexy was a bit half assed, but at least it was real.

“Thank you! But I’m married-“ you reply, even though the man is long gone by now. 

You straighten your shoulders and open your car door, accepting the fluke. 

~~~

You’re craving the attention again. 

You feel like an addict craving their next hit. You didn’t want anything else, other than a bit of attention from a stranger. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? 

Over the next couple of days you craft a plan. You were going to get dressed up and go to a bar, nothing major. You just wanted to put yourself in a situation where you could receive attention, maybe get a couple of compliments. It really wasn’t that big of a deal. 

Your husband texted you to inform you that he would be at the office late tonight. You try to ignore the pang of guilt that shoots through you when you tell him that it’s okay, you wouldn’t be doing much anyway. 

Liar.

The dress you’re wearing feels a bit too tight, fitting to your form like another layer of skin. You hadn’t worn it in years. There never was any need to. You and your husband didn't go on dates much anymore, instead choosing to settle down for movie nights or dinner. 

Your makeup is more extreme than usual. It highlights all your favorite features, and the colors are a bit dramatic. Even though it felt different, you had to admit that you looked good. 

You fiddle with your ring, watching the way it catches the light. Reluctantly, you pull it off and put it in your purse. You feel naked not wearing it. Hopefully, more people would compliment you if you didn’t have it on.

You sling your purse over your shoulder and turn your phone off, you wouldn’t be needing it anyway, sliding your high heels on. 

The bar you decide on is on the furthest edge of town, in a much seedier neighborhood. On any chosen day you wouldn’t be caught dead on this side of town, and neither would any of your loved ones. Which is precisely why you chose to be there in the first place. 

Nobody would recognize you. Not that it would be a problem if they did, you remind yourself. You weren’t doing anything wrong. 

The bar is loud as you enter, eager voices discussing a variety of topics over cheap alcohol. The smell of liquor is strong, the astringent scent nearly burning the inside of your nostrils. 

You slide over to the counter and take a seat on one of the rickety stools. It’d be a miracle if it doesn’t break under your weight, it looks like it’s two seconds from collapsing on its own. 

You order a mixed drink and smile as the bartender passes it to you, your heart fluttering at the way he grins back. 

Validation springs throughout your body. It feels like you’re being rejuvenated, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

See? What you were doing wasn’t so bad. 

“What's a fine young thing like yourself doing over here?” 

When you turn around to catch a glimpse of the man shamelessly hitting on you, you feel your stomach turn. You had never seen someone so attractive before. 

A head full of soft white hair, messy in an almost endearing way. You can’t catch a glimpse of his eyes due to the sunglasses that rest on his nose. On anyone else it would come off as douchey, it was dark out and you were inside a bar, but for him it seemed oddly fitting. 

There’s a cocky grin on his face as he leans against the counter where you sit. He’s close enough that you can smell the soap he used to scrub himself with. An intoxicating scent, cedarwood and bergamot.

“Enjoying some alone time.” You reply, deciding on playing hard to get. 

It would be nice to see him continue to try, even if you didn’t make it easy. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt. I just had to tell you how gorgeous you were.” 

He didn’t sound sorry, didn’t look it either.

“I know.” You take a small sip of you drink, staring up at him as you do so. 

You would never be so forward in your day to day life. You much preferred to be humble. Humble was cute, humble was safe. 

You were tired of being safe. 

The strangers lips spread even further and you catch a glimpse of him running his tongue along his teeth. You can’t see, but you feel like he’s staring down at you, gaze assessing your features. You hope he likes what he sees. 

“Sir, can I get another one of these for her?” He flags down the bartender and motions to your drink. 

“I didn’t tell you I wanted another one.” You reply, stirring the drink you’re currently nursing. 

The man beside you raises a brow, before sliding out a wad of cash. He hands it to the bartender without looking away from you, confidence leaking from his pores. 

“You shouldn’t have to. A gentleman should be able to notice.”

You feel a heavy weight drop on top of you. He was right. True gentlemen should take note of the small things, right? 

Your husband hardly ever did. 

The crack inside your heart begins to deepen; you know there’s not going to be a way back from this. Do you mind that you won’t be able to recover? 

No. 

You don’t. 

You grin at him and toss back the rest of your drink before taking the new one from him. It’s cold against your hand, a sickly sweet scent wafting up from the cup. 

“Who’s your little friend?” A second voice enters.

You flick your eyes from the man beside you to see who’s talking. Long black locks and chestnut eyes. 

“Suguru. This is…” The first man talks.

You state your name, nerves beginning to take hold in your chest. When it was just one of them it was fine, but two of them? 

“I’m Satoru Gojo, and this is Suguru Geto.” The original man says. “Pleased to meet you.” He finishes, dipping his face down to look at you above his glasses. 

Electric cerulean greets you, nearly taking your breath away. 

He smirks and pushes his glasses back up before tossing a look over his shoulder towards his friend.

Suguru circles around you, and you can’t help but let your eyes follow his movements. It feels like he’s sizing you up, a dark gleam in his gaze as he settles in the spot beside you.

It feels a bit like the walls are caving in on you, except the metaphorical walls are in the form of two bulky men. 

You wanted attention, that much was true, but you weren’t sure you were ready for this amount. 

“What brings you to this dive bar?” The one called Suguru questions. 

You take a sip of your drink as you ponder a response. What should you tell them? You were here with friends? The truth? 

“Needed to get out of the house.” You decide on. 

Well, it wasn’t completely wrong. 

“So you decided to come to this shit hole?” Satoru says. 

“You decided to come here too, didn’t you?” You reply back.

Satoru looks away, his bottom lip pouting out. It was a shit hole. The two men looked oddly out of place. Their clothes looked to be worth more than half your rent, and there was an effortless elegance flowing from them. You were sure that they belonged anywhere else. 

“We were just passing through town, and this was the first place we found.” Suguru responds for Satoru. 

You wonder how true that statement is. 

Could it be that the both of them are also running away from something in their personal lives? 

You could only hope. 

Maybe it would make you feel less guilty. 

Suguru’s nursing a whiskey now, lips shining in the low light from the tantalizing liquid. It’s a bit hypnotizing, watching the way his lips pucker as he takes measured sips. 

You feel like nothing can break you from the trance you’re in, nothing that is, until something brushes your thighs. It’s Satoru’s fingers, skimming your skin under the guise of tugging your dress down. 

“I like your dress,” Satoru murmurs, his knuckles causing goosebumps to erupt along your thighs. 

You watch as he slowly drags his fingers back, letting your eyes trail up until you reach his face, only to see that he’s already staring at you. 

“Yeah?” You ask, breathless.

Satoru hums and flicks his gaze back down to your legs. There’s lead in your stomach as you watch his pupils flicker. You can only guess what’s on his mind. 

“Say, do you have any plans for the night?” Suguru questions, settling his arm around the back of your chair. 

His thumb brushes against your shoulder, making your breath stagger. The ambiance is more than heavy, a thick understanding settling over the three of you. 

“No, I don't.” You take one last sip of your drink before looking at the boys once more. 

“Want to go have some fun, then?” Satoru asks, an evil glint in his eyes. 

You begin to understand how Eve could not resist the temptation.

“Please,” you all but plead.

You reach a hand out and Satoru laces his fingers in yours, tugging you along until you’re forced to navigate through the crowds in the bar. There’s a heat behind you, and you register it as Suguru’s presence shortly following after you. 

There’s something bubbling up in your stomach, anticipation you think, as you watch the back of Satoru’s head. 

He’s so tall. 

You briefly wonder what it would feel like to run your fingers through his hair. Would it be soft? Would he like the way it feels? 

Satoru pushes the bar door open, a gust of wind whipping your face. The sensation almost shocks you to your senses, but Satoru doesn’t allow it. 

He slows down and stops beside you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. You’re being tugged beside him, smooshed against his lean frame as he walks you to their car. 

“We’re gonna have so much fun,” he comments, whispering into the crown of your head. 

Your stomach flips. You think he may be right. 

Suguru walks ahead and spins keys around his fingers before unlocking the car. You’re unable to recognize the brand, only able to see that it’s expensive. 

Satoru opens the passenger door and you’re greeted with fine black leather. It dawns on you that someone’s going to have to sit in the back. 

How was this going to work? 

Were you supposed to sit in the back? 

Wouldn’t that be weird? 

When you come to, you see that Satoru’s already sitting in the front seat, his hand holding yours as he looks up at you with an expectant gaze. 

“Come on.” He murmurs. 

He pulls you closer, spreading his legs to make room for you. He wants you to sit on his lap? 

You look around, noticing how empty the parking lot is. You were already making bad choices, so you figure you may as well go all in. 

You inch in the car, settling on top of his lap. His thighs are warm beneath you, your exposed legs shifting back and forth. He shuts the door, settling his hands on your body while Suguru starts the car. You never once stop to think about how this may be considered dangerous, all you can think about is how you want more of it. 

“Ready, princess?” Suguru’s voice is like velvet as it comes out. 

As ready as you’ll ever be. 

“Yes.” You fake confidence, shining a grin that feels entirely too exaggerated. 

Suguru chuckles and reverses the car, the action fluid. Satoru’s still holding onto your thighs, the proximity to him causing your heart to race. You don’t know who to focus on. Even their hands have you in a trance. Suguru’s fingers grip the steering wheel, knuckles making your mouth water, while Satoru holds your legs, his palms suspiciously moving further up.

You can feel the outline of something beneath you, and you think you know what it is, but you want to be sure. 

You shimmy your ass a bit, turning your head over your shoulder to look at Satoru. There’s a dangerous grin on his face as he looks at you over his glasses. 

“Careful there, baby.” He warns. 

Your mouth immediately dries, desperation crawling up the back of your throat. The outline below you is much thicker than it was several minutes ago. He was hard. 

The engine stops, and your stomach turns over. You’re stopped at a hotel. It’s on the nicer side of town, luckily the part of the city none of your friends ventured to. The building in front of you is at least twenty stories high, the air of wealth floating over to you. 

Just what did these guys do for a living? 

“Come on.” Satoru says, patting your thigh twice. 

You snap out of it and hop out of the car, eyes drawing to the two men next to you. Suguru stuffs his keys in his pocket and slides beside you, snaking his arm up your back. His hand rests against the nape of your neck, softly holding you. The act feels borderline protective.

You peer up at him and he grants you a smile before leading you next to him, guiding you by your neck towards the hotel entrance. It’s even nicer on the inside than it is on the outside. 

A chandelier hangs from the ceiling, you know that it must be made of glass but at first glance it looks like diamonds. There’s little dots along the walls from the reflection of the fine material, hypnotizing you. A soft tune echoes in the background, Mozart you think, that lulls you into a sense of relaxation. 

“Good afternoon.” The check in attendant nods at Suguru. 

Does this scene look weird to him? 

Suguru acts as though it’s completely normal, dipping his head down in response before facing forward again, heading towards the elevators. Maybe it was normal for Suguru. 

Maybe they’d done this countless times before, and you weren’t special. You have to remind yourself that that’s the point. You weren’t any better. In fact, you’re pretty sure you’re objectively worse. Tonight wouldn’t mean anything. Just a quick, nasty fuck. 

Out of your periphery you see Satoru jab his finger into the elevator button. He seems a bit impatient. Excited, maybe. 

He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, looking up as the numbers on the screen decrease, indicating the elevator was inching closer and closer. 

He’s a bit beautiful. 

You knew that before. But his beauty looks different under the fine chandelier light of the hotel. The way he looked in the dingy bar, although still incredibly attractive, was a far cry from how he appears now. Almost ethereal, you’d say. The warm glow of the lights above make him look like a painting. 

Suguru’s the same as Satoru. The lighting and surroundings of the hotel are making him appear even more stunning than before. When you peer up at him, he glances down and grins back at you. It feels like you’ve been caught red handed. You look away quickly, just in time to watch the elevator doors slide open. 

Satoru hops in and waits for you and Suguru to enter before pressing ‘18’. 

The music inside the elevator is much more quiet, yet you’re still grateful for it. You’re nervous, your fists clenching and unclenching at your sides. It was hard to believe that you were really doing this. The soft piano helps soothe your nerves, as you will your mind to stop racing.

Suguru’s hand slides off your neck and you find yourself almost missing the sensation. The warmth from his palm fades away, along with the sense of protection it provided. 

You only have a moments reprieve before the other man jumps at you. 

Satoru’s mouth is on yours in an instant, his tongue smoothing along your bottom lip. You groan in surprise before following along, letting your hands slide up his shirt. 

He’s muscular. 

Images flash in your brain of what he may look like shirtless. Your mind paints up a mouthwatering scene, full of hard lines and bulging muscles.

Your mouth opens to accept him, his tongue quickly entangling with yours. It’s hot and messy. Spit dribbles from the sides of your lips, and you can hardly catch your breath. 

“Don’t be so greedy, Satoru.” Suguru chides. 

Shit, you had almost forgotten he was there. 

Embarrassment fills your veins instantly. It suddenly hits you that you were going to have sex with both of them. How was this going to work? The idea seems daunting. 

Satoru grunts in retaliation and you almost think he doesn’t want to share. The man proves you wrong though, when he tugs you forward towards him. His body crashes against yours, and you have to hold his firm biceps to stabilize yourself. Suguru glides behind you, his hands quickly finding your hips. 

You’re trapped. 

Satoru parts from your lips, a thin string of saliva snapping once he removes himself. Your mind is crowded by lust as you look up at him with heavy lids. 

You want more. 

It’s a good thing there were two of them. 

Suguru grips your chin from behind and turns your head sideways, pressing his mouth against yours. His lips aren’t as sweet as Satoru, but it makes your knees weak all the same. 

Suguru is more methodical in his approach. He waits until you’re reaching a hand down, squeezing his arm against your waist. With a chuckle he parts his lips, sliding his tongue along your mouth, the movement painfully slow.

Satoru has moved his focus to your neck now. He’s kissing and biting down the column of your throat, the heat from his breathing making you shiver. You use your other hand to glide through his hair, urging him forward to continue his attack on your throat. 

Only when he starts sucking do you realize the severity of his actions. 

“N-no hickeys.” You tear yourself away from Suguru to say. 

Satoru looks at you for a second before chuckling, dragging his tongue up your throat. “Sure thing, princess.” 

Your shoulders sag in relief as you feel Satoru begin to go easy on you, only licking and kissing your tender flesh. You’re grateful you caught him in time. 

Suguru kisses you once more and you moan, a sound that spurs the two men on. Satoru raises a hand to paw at your breasts through your dress, and Suguru’s grip has tightened. 

The elevator dings just in time. 

Your entanglement felt longer than a life time, but it couldn’t have been more than two minutes. Suguru reluctantly tears himself away from you, watching as you catch your breath. Satoru is a bit more stubborn, only stopping once you say his name. 

Luckily the hallway in front of you is empty. The three of you step out, and you let them guide you to their room. 

“Here we are.” Satoru murmurs. 

Suguru, apparently master of the keys, lifts up a card and unlocks the door. When it opens he pushes the door in, letting you and Satoru go first. 

The room is huge. 

There’s a living room with a decent sized kitchen, along with two doors that can only lead to what you assume to be bedrooms. 

“Home sweet home,” Satoru lifts up a hand, waving it towards their hotel room. “Well, I guess hotel sweet hotel-“ 

“Satoru.” You all but plead, looking up at him desperately. 

His eyes flick down to you and he grins before stepping closer. 

“Sorry baby, you need something, huh?” He crashes his lips against yours again. 

The kiss is even more urgent this time around. Satoru lifts his glasses up blindly, before walking backwards to lead you further inside. 

You reach behind your back and pat around, trying to feel for your zipper. You need your clothes off now. When you don’t feel the flimsy tab, you turn around and look over your shoulder as if that will help any.  

“Keep having your fun, princess.” Suguru murmurs, his fingers expertly finding the elusive zipper. 

You whine and face forward again, kissing Satoru once more. Suguru carefully pulls it down, a cool rush of air grazing your back once it’s open. 

He leans down and kisses your spine, slowly making his way up while you shove your tongue down Satoru’s throat. 

The room’s spinning, you’re sure of it. 

Suguru takes his lips off your back so he can slide the dress off your shoulders, his hands grazing your skin causing you to break out in goosebumps. 

The dress falls to the floor, leaving you exposed in only your bra and underwear. It was an expensive set, one you had bought years ago yet hadn’t gotten much of a use out of. 

Satoru pulls his lips away to glance down at your figure before looking back up at your face. Your lips are swollen, eyes fluttering in need. 

“Shit…” he whispers to himself before kissing you again. 

Suguru’s hands roam your body, letting you have your playtime as he explores your skin. His palms glide against your stomach and thighs, moving slowly. 

You must be soaked already. 

Satoru tears himself back again, hands reaching for his shirt. He undresses in a matter of seconds, leaving himself only in his underwear. His body is even more amazing than you had conjured up in your mind. 

He was muscular without being overtly so, leaning more towards the body of a runner. His skin is pale, matching the tone of his hair. 

You run your hands up his stomach to his chest, letting your fingers dance along the grooves of his muscles. His head hangs low as he watches you drag your nails against him. 

Suguru stands next to you as he pulls his shirt off his head, the action catching your eye. You turn around and allow your gaze to float down to his chest. He looks just as perfect as Satoru. 

You tug Suguru closer and kiss him, his slow pace allowing you a chance to recuperate. 

“Want you to sit on my face.” Satoru says, his hands skirting along your body. 

So much for recuperating. 

“O-okay.” 

Satoru leads you and Suguru into one of the bedrooms before making himself comfortable on the bed. His form takes up the whole length of the bed, head at the end as he looks up expectantly. 

You look over your shoulder to see Suguru watching you. His lids are heavy as he stares at you, desire unmistakably falling over his features. He dips his head as if he was comforting you, or giving you permission. You slide your underwear off before tossing a leg over Satoru’s face, lowering yourself just above his mouth. You’re facing the end of the bed, Suguru standing in front of you. 

“So fucking wet.” Satoru mumbles to himself before sticking his tongue out, tugging your hips down until he meets your pussy. 

“F-fuck!” You moan, your hand latching onto his white locks. 

“That feel good?” Suguru asks. 

You bite your lip and look up at him, watching as his hand reaches down to unbuckle his pants. The sight makes you flustered. He maintains eye contact as he tugs them down, his cock still contained behind his underwear. 

“Open.” He says in a hushed tone. 

Your lips part, jaw dropping open at his order. 

“Atta girl.” 

Suguru eases his thumb into your mouth, watching as your lips wrap around him. You suck softly, bobbing your head as you lick the sides of his thumb. 

He looks delighted as you perform for him. You try your best to focus on the task at hand, but Satoru is making it increasingly difficult. His tongue is sticking out, flicking against your swollen clit. He drags it down before teasing your entrance, poking in several times before retreating to suck on your nub. 

You tug at his hair, grinding your body down against him. His hands have a tight grip on your ass, helping you hump against his mouth. 

“There you go, ride my fucking face.” Satoru growls below you. 

Your eyes roll back in your head, the pleasure coursing through your body. 

Suguru uses his other hand to pull down his boxers, allowing his cock to jump free. Everything feels too good. When you look back down, the sight makes you lightheaded. His cock is hard, tip leaky with anticipation as he watches you. 

He pumps it several times before reaching down to grab your free hand. Suguru wraps it around his cock, giving you free reign to pump him. 

His thumb never leaves your mouth. You’re sort of glad it doesn’t. If it did, you aren’t sure how loud you would be moaning. 

Suguru looks at your face as you begin to jack him off. He’s far more interested in watching you suck his thumb.

Satoru sucks on your clit, his eyes closed as he focuses on your body. You can feel yourself drip into him. 

“You gonna cum for us? On Satoru’s face?” Suguru coos. 

You moan around his thumb and squeeze your eyes shut. Fuck, you were going to cum on Satoru’s face. Soon, probably. 

Your palm slides down Suguru’s cock as your fist fucks him. He’s hot and heavy in your hand, his precum making the glide that much easier. 

Satoru speeds his actions up, his lips wrapped tightly around your nub. Your body tightens up in response, and you begin to cum. 

Satoru aides you through your orgasm, sucking the entire time as you twist above him. Your hand slows against Suguru’s cock as you pant around his thumb. 

Satoru flicks his tongue against your clit slowly before removing his mouth from you, allowing you to slide off his face. 

He sits up once you’re off, his chin completely covered in your essence. You’re almost embarrassed. Satoru looks unaffected, letting his tongue clean the cum on his lips. 

“Let’s go baby.” Satoru says. 

Suguru eases his thumb from your mouth, chuckling at the whimper you let out. You were really starting to get into it, too. 

Satoru helps you get onto your hands and knees, facing forward towards Suguru. Suguru reaches down to unclasp your bra, pulling it off your body before tossing it to the side. Your nipples instantly harden from the cold air. 

Satoru smoothes his hands down your back while admiring your trembling form beneath him. Aftershocks from your previous orgasm were still racking through your body. He tears his gaze away to look at the bedside table, grumbling before he finds what he’s looking for. You hear the sound of a condom being opened as you stare at Suguru’s cock. 

Would you be able to fit that in your mouth? 

“Alright,” Satoru mumbles, sliding the condom on before lining himself up with your entrance.

You part your lips, waiting for Suguru to slide himself in your mouth. Satoru’s cock pokes at your entrance, pushing past as he sinks into your pussy. You groan, your walls rushing to accommodate the stretch. 

Satoru’s jaw is clenched as he looks down, watching your pussy greedily accept him, squeezing his cock until he’s finally all of the way in. 

He pauses for a moment, and you slip Suguru’s cock into your mouth. His tip eases past your lips, precum dripping onto your taste buds as he pushes himself in further. 

You gag a bit, nose flaring as you try to breathe around his cock. It’s more difficult than you anticipated, drool sliding down your chin as you go as far as you can. 

Satoru begins to shallowly pump inside you, while Suguru starts to rock his hips. 

It doesn’t take long before Satoru is fucking you properly, the slick of your cum making it easy to glide inside you. Suguru lets you control the pace, bobbing your head against his cock as you swallow around him. 

Satoru pushes against your gspot with each thrust, the sensation making you moan around Suguru. 

This felt so good, you were left wondering why you didn’t do it sooner. 

Satoru groans behind you, feeling like his cock was being choked by your pussy. He reaches down and his fingers find your clit, rubbing in tight circles. You moan and your pussy tightens around Satoru in reaction. 

“Thaaaat’s it.” Satoru sounds almost breathless. “Bet your husband doesn’t fuck you this good, does he?” 

You stutter around Suguru, confusion sparking inside you. 

Husband?

How did he know?

Satoru laughs loudly, continuing to fuck into you. 

“What? You didn’t think we’d notice?” Suguru inserts himself into the discussion. “There’s a tan line around your ring finger, darling.”

Satoru thrusts into you even harder. “No hickeys? Come on.” His fingers speed up around your clit, making you moan against Suguru. “So I’ll repeat myself, your husband doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?” 

The humiliation was almost suffocating, yet it turned you on so badly you could hardly stand it. 

Suguru pulls himself from your throat, watching as you loudly gasp for air. 

You feel ruined. But you like it. 

“N-no,” you moan out. 

“No? That’s right.” Satoru mumbles under his breath. 

With each thrust it feels like he’s knocking all common sense from you. Your fingers dig into the sheets below, hoping it will relieve some of the pressure but all it manages to do is crumple the bedding. 

Suguru presses himself back into your throat, throwing his head back as you bob your head along him. You run your tongue down the sides of his cock, stroking him as you suck. 

“Can tell you aren’t happy with him, you just needed to be fucked properly, is that right?” Satoru continues. 

You moan around Suguru, unable to reply. Satoru understands the sentiment, pressing harder against your clit. You tighten up around him again, unable to control the way your cunt squeezes him. He keeps filling you up, his cock somehow pressing into all the right places. You’re getting close to cumming again, body begging for the sensation once more. 

Satoru’s hands are gripping your hips hard, so hard that there’s a voice in the back of your brain telling you he may leave marks, but you’re in too deep already. Drool is seeping from your lips, hanging in strings down your chin as you swallow Suguru’s cock. You wonder who’s going to cum first. 

Your orgasm inches closer, made possible by the strum of Satoru’s fingers against your needy clit. He’s groaning behind you, the sounds spurring you on. 

“Come on, come on baby. Cum on my cock.” He urges with a groan. 

Your pussy clenches around his cock hard and you release, cumming harder than you ever have before. 

“Just like that, just like that.” He talks you through it, a whimper breaking his voice. 

Suguru makes good use of your slack jaw, pounding so hard into your throat that you surmise it’s going to bruise. There’s no oxygen in your brain, no thoughts in your head, just pure bliss as you cum on Satoru. 

“You’re gonna make me-“ Satoru lets out a long moan, hips jerking against you, his cock twitching as he fills the condom with his cum. 

You’re trying to breathe heavily through your nose as you come down, allowing Suguru to use you as he sees fit. His face is concentrated as he stares down at you, admiring the mess you’ve become as he fucks your throat. He swears under his breath before coming to a stop, spurting hot cum in your mouth. 

You struggle to swallow it all, briefly feeling like you were drowning in the fluid, before you gulp it down. It’s messy, some of his cum paints your lips as he slides his now softening cock out of your mouth. 

The room is filled with the sounds of your mixed panting, bodies all entering a state of relaxation. Satoru eases himself from your pussy, inhaling sharply as he slips out. He removes the condom, tying it before tossing it into the bin beside the bed. You’re in complete bliss, fucked out from every orifice. 

Suguru smoothes your hair down and finds a washcloth to wipe the filth from your lips, smiling to himself at your expression. 

“You can stay the night, if you’d like.” Satoru says as he relaxes on the bed. 

He glances at the clock and ascertains that it’s much later than you were intending. You mumble to yourself and nod, not fully comprehending what ramifications may be waiting at home for you. 

Satoru opens the blankets for you, waiting as Suguru cleans between your legs. The actions are a bit sweet. Everything is. You were expecting them to kick you to the curb after you had sex, so you’re pleasantly surprised when they slide in bed next to you, laying on either side. 

Satoru’s arms are wrapped tightly around your frame as you nod off, and you feel truly happy for the first time in years. 

~~~

You aren’t sure what wakes you up in the morning. Your internal clock, maybe. Your body is sore as you groan, flipping onto your back. The hotel ceiling greets you as you crack your eyes open. A brief bit of panic courses through you. 

So last night was real, huh? 

You turn your head and notice the bed beside you is completely devoid of anyone else, both men seemingly having vanished. You aren’t sure if you feel more sad or relieved. Sad because you enjoyed their presence, but relieved because now you could pretend like nothing happened. 

Is that what you wanted to do? 

You were having a hard time believing that that would be easy, that you could go back to your old life and be content when you knew there was so much more out there. 

You sit up and look towards the clock. You were in deep shit. There’s a note on the beside table that catches your attention. You lift it up, reading the words on the page. It fills you with a deep sense of satisfaction once you notice a phone number on it.

“Call us if you want to have a good time. -Satoru and Suguru.” 

Tag List: @tojislittleprincesss, @dinolvrrr, @kimi01985, @mikisspeak, @sad-darksoul, @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni, @sakui1, @reiluvr, @gothicwhore666, @bunviixo

If you want to be tagged just let me know, please specify what you want to be tagged in

[andiv3r]

before we get to my intro:

i do not like ship discourse, i do not believe that what you ship in fiction reflects what you condone in real life and i do not support harassment over fictional characters. if you disagree with any of these things and/or are not prepared to use my tag system to filter out the content you don't wish to see, you should not be on my page.

⊹. ⸙ ANDY / ANDIVER / ANDI

he / it / xe ( + she if we're friends )

go to @andiv3r-drawing (my art-only blog) if you came here for my drawings ⊹ ࣪ ˖

i post art & personal posts & talk to my friends on here. have been and will be stuck on gravity falls for a while. expect no consistency, i post for me and no one else.

no dni, i've got a block button and i'm not afraid to use it on assholes and bigots... or anyone else i don't wanna see in my feed.

below are my current fandoms & ships you might see me draw for within those!

gravity falls - billford, stancest, fiddauthor, mabcifica, oc x canon

the lion king - no ships thus far

here's links to my shit (other blogs, saved things, past pinned, etc.) + check out my strawpage and pronouns.page.

below are tags you can use to filter or search for specific content

⊹. MY TAGS

#andiv3r rambles

- original post tag

#andiv3r draws

- art tag, everything i have ever drawn is under this tag

#cygnus post

- posts about my oc, cygnus

#avert your eyes‚ y'all

- nsfw / suggestive post tag*

*most are just about bill cipher, and none are detailed but y'know. for filter. i promise the "comma" will work in the tag filter if you copy/paste it directly.

⊹. CONTENT FILTER TAGS

if you'd like me to tag anything else for easier filtering, feel free to ask!

#tw blood

- for artworks containing blood

#tw gore

- for artworks containing gore

#tw self harm

- for mentions of or artworks containing self-inflicted injuries (cuts, bruises, etc.)

#ship discourse

- posts that contain anything that might reasonably be considered ship discourse, includes complaining about anti-ship people and their actions (not a frequently used tag, but might want to filter just in case)

#incest mention

- for any posts with incest ship content or mentions, can be used to filter any/all incest ship posts from my blog

#suggestive

- for artworks containing sexually suggestive material

dividers found here, here

[seaweed-water]

OKAY

i'm gonna say this final thing on anti-stereks and hope you read through this despite your hatred for the ship.

the number one reason i hear about anti-sterek is: pedophilia/grooming/statutory rape, etc.

my answer to this: when the show first aired, derek's age IN THE SCRIPT was 19 (nineteen... notice how the word 'teen' still exists in that age') by the time the timeline and derek's age got all fucked up, sterek was already set in motion and it was too late. i'm not gonna stop shipping a couple just because the showrunners fucked up.

that means a three-year age gap if stiles is 16 in the pilot. california does not have romeo and juliet laws, so you would be correct that it's technically still considered statutory rape. however, let's not pretend it's uncommon to date someone three years apart anywhere in the world. you're really telling me if you were sixteen and nineteen-year-old derek hale was barking up your tree, you'd say no??

even if it still bothers you, remember: these characters are fictional. just because people enjoy this kind of dynamic in fandom media does not mean they support it in the real world. with this kind of logic, watching silence of the lambs or that one episode of it's always sunny would make a lot of people cannibals. that's just not how art works- it reflects real life, it does not perpetuate the issue. if you disagree, you have bigger things to worry about than a popular ship from a 20-teens young adult television program.

another point anti-stereks like to bring up is they don't believe the sterek fandom was queerbaited.

please see this video and tell me this isn't queerbaiting? this isn't even the worst part of it. when the show was gaining traction, nearly every cast and crew member was on board and used sterek for marketing the show online. no, it wasn't in their official marketing campaigns, but we all know about parasocial relationships at this point and the power they have on a willing audience. this is actually a really great unbiased take on sterek that includes said receipts and it's a very enthralling video, especially on double speed.

another anti-sterek point i see is: i just don't *get* it. y'all are literally feasting on breadcrumbs.

and to that i say: and? let people ship who they wanna ship. is it really hurting anyone? like, an actual human being? no. (also, i disagree with you, because from our side we're feasting at the last fucking dinner mate lol)

in any case, just because you don't agree with something doesn't mean it should be censored. the great thing about the internet is YOU decide what you want to see. it is your responsibility to filter tags or click the X button when you don't like what you see, and it costs nothing, i mean absolutely nothing, to just... not say anything.

[compassionatereminders]

I know it may seem weird to you, but people do look to this blog for advice and support. Especially with the general lack of mental health support there is globally, this blog does provide a sort of safe space for healing.

Think about all of the influencers out there that will give out advice/life philosophies, that will end up being misinformed at best or can actually be toxic or hurtful if actually followed.

Which is why finding a good self help blogs id different. Generally if people feel lost in life, self help blogs are a safe place where you can rely on positive advice and support, so there can be at least one place people can feel safe to go towards when they need help figuring life out.

Which is also why people speak out when they start seeing kink stuff and talk about drug use on their feed lol but you’re a person so you can express yourself however you want on your blog.

I think really the point of all of this is just to let you know that people don’t really think of you the way you generally think and feel about yourself (unless you only look for those that think of you the way you think about yourself, in which case I hope you think positively about yourself!)

I'm happy when my blog helps someone, but I cannot stress enough how much y'all have zero right to "speak up" if I dare to post something you personally don't approve of. You get to dislike it. You get to filter the content you're not interested in (all mentions of drug use and kink are tagged consistently), or even unfollow me. But you don't get to tell me what to post.

[bumblebyweek-blog]

Hey there!

We are now just three days away from Bumbleby Week so let's review how things will work!

Every day from the 11th to the 18th of September we invite y'all to post your take on a prompt relating to Bumbleby with whatever medium you want. (Here are the 2023 prompts!)

We'll be reblogging posts throughout the week, just make sure to tag them with #bumblebyweek and #bumblebyweek2023. We'll keep an eye for variants as well, like #bmblbweek, #bmblbweek2023 etc, just in case, but the main ones would be better!

Aditionally, don't be afraid to mention us in the posts to make sure that we see them!

We also ask that if there are any NSFW themes used with the prompts that they be tagged with #NSFW-ish. We’ll be using that same tag if we end up reblogging anything NSFW related. All in all, simply make sure to tag posts properly as to let people filter out whatever they'd rather not see.

Our ask box is always open if there are any questions, but that’s pretty much it! See y'all then!

[crystalsandbubbletea]

New introduction post!

Welcome to Crystalsandbubbletea's blog!

⚠️DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU ARE STRICTLY A NSFW BLOG! I AM OKAY IF ADULTS FOLLOW ME JUST DON'T BE A NSFW BLOG I'M UNDER 18-⚠️

Pronouns page for easier navigation (Now includes fandoms I'm in):

Info + Other blogs under the cut

Infov

-Aliases/Names: Crystals, Crystal, Bubble Tea, Bubble, Tea, Mint, Rian, Rain

-Age: 17

-I have ADHD, Autism, PGD (Prolonged Grief Disorder), possible PTSD. I am also a furry and therian.

-I'm Indigenous American (Ponca Tribe of Oklahoma)

-I'm transmasc nonbinary (They/Xe/Ve/Zir pronouns), and also Trixic, Demiromantic, Demisexual (mildly sex-repulsed though-), and Polyamorous!

-I do follow a religion, however it's a religion that I founded (I only made one post about it, as I don't want my blog to go too deep into religion in case if people are uncomfortable/have religious trauma)

-Birthday: March 7

-I have two dogs, Bubble and Squeak are their names (And Squeak is part cat /hj)

-Traumagenic system (Will introduce the others later)

What my blog contains: I post incorrect quotes, art (Note: I reblog my art from my @crystalsandbubbletea-art blog), things about my book series, political things, ish that happened in my life, occasional vents (Please filter the tags "#crystals vents", "#crystal vents", "#bubble tea vents", "#bubble vents", "#tea vents", and "#rian vents" if you don't want to see my vent posts), things about the fandoms I am in, photos about projects I did, rambles, rants, queer things, and neurodivergent things.

Fandoms I am in: Baldur's Gate, RWBY, Red vs Blue, Halo, Percy Jackson, Andromeda Six, Murder Drones, Helluva Boss*, Hazbin Hotel*, Doctor Who, Demon Slayer, Hollow Knight, Warrior Cats, Undertale + Deltarune, Astroneer (Slowly getting into it-), and Fundamental Paper Education

*Note: I do NOT support Vivziepop, she's done way too many problematic things + Based Alastor off of cultural appropriation

Fandoms I don't like/VERY THIN ICE: My Hero Academia (The cultural appropriation in that fandom is intense-), Countryhumans (Specifically the shipping + NSFW side... Y'all need to look at the politics and histories of those countries your shipping, and I don't think it's ideal to ship land masses and make NSFW about them-)

Custom tags: #crystalsandbubbletea, #crystals ish, #crystal ish, #bubble tea ish, #bubble ish, #tea ish, #rian ish, #crystals storytime, #crystal storytime, #bubble tea storytime, #bubble storytime, #tea storytime, #rian storytime, #crystals vents, #crystal vents, #bubble tea vents, #bubble vents, #tea vents, #rian vents, #crystals asks, #crystal asks, #bubble tea asks, #bubble asks, #tea asks, #rian asks, #legacies by crystalsandbubbletea, #crystals sighs into the void, #crystal sighs into the void, #bubble tea sighs into the void, #bubble sighs into the void, #tea sighs into the void, #rian sighs into the void, #crystals rambles, #crystal rambles, #bubble tea rambles, #bubble rambles, #tea rambles, #rian rambles, and any tag with the names of my OC's

⚠️DNI: NSFW blogs that don't tag their content as NSFW (Note: If it's your side-blog that's NSFW then you're safe, but please tag your stuff though-), anti-LGBTQIA+, anti-Furries, anti-Therians, anti-Semitic, Islamophobes, Zionists, people who fetishize minorities, people who misuse tonetags, ableists, racists, TERFS, radfems, radqueers, anti-abortion, fatphobic, Wilbur Soot defenders, abuse defenders, victim-blamers, tag NSFW things on the asexual tags, RWDE (Y'all are the most racist, homophobic, fatphobic, and ableist people I have ever met), bodyshamers, transmeds, "LGB drop the T" (Y'all are hypocrites, we have rights BECAUSE of Trans people, specifically BLACK trans people), exclusionists, proshippers (Trauma related reasons-), anti-Cluster B Personality Disorders, Southern Baptist Christians (Trauma related reasons once again), people who think it's okay to send death threats and/or suicide threats, AI "artists", AI "writers"⚠️

Boundaries: Don't call me 'slut', 'cunt' or 'whore' even if it's a joke, don't flirt with me even if it's a joke (Trauma related reasons I'm not too keen on talking about)

THIN ICE: Countryhumans fandom, My Hero Academia fandom, people over 25 (Just don't be creepy please-), people who don't tag reblog bait

Other blogs:

Art blog: @crystalsandbubbletea-art

Blog for my fanfiction series: @the-official-legacies-blog

OC Ask Blog: @crystals-ocs-ask-blog

Clangen blog: @crystalsclangencorner

Berat blog: @berat-adil-emre-yukime

Warriors rewrite blog: @crystals-warriors-rewrite

Lore Olympus AU blog: @crystals-lo-rewrite

Gimmick blogs:

@aroace-spec-empire

@definitely-totally-croatia

@the-ottoman-empire-for-real

@the-republic-of-california-fr-fr

@totally-czechoslovakia

@actually-czechoslovakia

@croatias-ghost-vesna

@crystals-la-bubble-tea

@official-sakartvelo

@actually-cuba

@actually-bulgaria

@actually-titan

@totally-callisto

@the-real-planet-x

@venus-for-real

That's all! Have a great day! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

(*Cough* Also I make posts about my Indigenous American heritage *Cough*)

[jxnisnotfunny]

i'm considering posting suggestive art on here

ofc, with the community label and the #suggestive tag for filtering, in case some of y'all don't wanna see it. everyone already knows i'm not normal about anything (and to prove this even more, most of my drawing ideas are suggestive anyway), so i might as well embrace it all the way, y'know?

[tennant]

How do you deal with people online who don’t like you, mock you, talk shit, hate your gifs, make accusations, etc? When you reblog/make fandom content, engage with LGBT+ content or adult content, etc., people have STRONG opinions and project those onto others. For example, there’s a popular meme going around dragging a text post I once made years ago. Even now, it’s a reference some people recognise, and every time I see it reblogged, I think about thousands of people laughing at me. Being on this site and engaging with “problematic” content — like most TV shows, celebrities, corn, and so on inevitably are — often feels like you’re just opening yourself up to be a target of other people’s standards and expectations. It’s hard. You’re someone with a decent amount of followers who engages in lots of different content backed by passionate people. How do you feel? Have you been trolled, received horrible anons, etc.? How do you handle it? Is it just easy to delete and brush off? I’m feeling kinda down these days about it all, so I wanted to get your perspective on…just surviving online, I guees (even more so if you’re sensitive).

hey! i'd like to apologise if it took me long to answer your message.

ugh i'm sorry that you have to deal with those bastards! people who likes trolling and bullying people online need to go outside, touch some grass, breath some fresh air, instead of sitting down scrolling through the internet (especially this hellsite), and taking the joy out of other people who wants to enjoy their fandom. the internet isn't healthy.

i think everyone deals with online bullying differently because everyone have different personality? in my case i found there are people who accused me things that i've never done, i was like "i don't even know y'all, all i do here is to dump my gifs, reblog stuff and leave." there's people who used to gaslight my inbox but then i blocked them, now my dash is more peaceful than before.

so at the end of the day, all i do is block those annoying people, hide annoying tags whenever they reblog my posts, filter them out, and post whatever that makes me happy and joyous (but with few considerations like "oh i wonder if this post gonna annoy some ppl? maybe i won't post it").

i hope you have a lovely day. sending u warm hugs <3

[unironicallycringe]

Oh btw! I looked at the leak - if I ever talk about that stuff here, I'll be sure to tag it with "#totk spoilers" and put it under a cut.

So please filter that tag if it's not something you want to see before the game! Even if I don't talk about it, I figured I'd let y'all know just in case ✌🏾

[myalchod]

I remember looking at both of those polls for a good long while and being baffled by the first set of questions -- mostly because yeah, okay, I use some of those tags, but I'd never start a search with one of those. If I'm looking for something to read, usually it's:

what fandom am I in the mood for? -> start in that fandom's tag

do I explicitly want a ship or am I in the mood for a particular character or just whatever? conversely, is there anyone I don't want to read about? -> as appropriate, filter by ship/character (include/exclude)

am I in the mood for particular tags? -> as appropriate, include/exclude using the filters

scroll until something looks good -> read fic -> scream happily (ideal state)

Seriously, though, learn to use the AO3 filters to curate your experience. There are things that you'll have to work with -- the quirks of your fandom's tagging, for example, or when authors mistag (begging peopel to learn the difference between slash and ampersand in the relationship tags, and to not tag for tiny background relationships and gum up less popular ship tags), and you'l have to figure out what works for you (encouraging people to browse character tags as well as ship ones!), but the more you do with it, the easier it gets.

Also: experiment! Pick a trope that intrigues you and delve into it! Browse a ship tag backwards from the oldest fics! If you're lucky enough to have a ship tag with ... IDK, 327 pages (sounds fake, but okay), jump to page 189 and see what appeals to you. I promise you, there are all sorts of weird little gems buried in AO3 just wating for you to find them.

Explore! If you find an author you like, look at their other work. Look at their bookmarks. Look at the comments and maybe check out what people who have similar reactions to you have in their bookmarks, or what they may have written. (Taking a moment to shout out people who do share bookmarks and who make recs or even -- gasp -- write up rec posts here. Y'all are a gift to fandom.)

The lack of algorithm on this site is one of the best things about it. To me, AO3 is the same. And in both cases, once you carve out a comfy spot for yourself, it's so much better than any algorithm-generated experience could ever be.

thinking about that post of people assuming ao3 has an algorithm and also about how bonkers persistent the view is that ao3 is social media lite. like with startling regularity I get comments saying something along the lines of "it's probably weird to comment on a fic this old--" no it isn't!!!! this is an archive I am literally just assuming you searched for a selection of specific tags or sorted by kudos or looked back on my pseud or any other number of completely normal ways to use an archive site ?? kill the tiktok ghost in your brain and comment on old stuff it's NOT weird

[unanchored-ship]

Hello and welcome to my blog!

You can call me Unanchored, Ship, or a combination of the two! (it's my blog name after all),,, or Shippo :3

Pfp and banner art by me! (obviously please do not take my art and post it as your own)

Things you need to know before stepping into this boat:

Everyone has their own opinions! If you disagree with something, that's fine!

I like drawing and writing(though you will rarely ever see a piece of writing most of the time). Ship art ahead!! It's in the name!! Content will include whump/angst/somewhat suggestive things, so beware of that!

Obviously I do not condone any of the horrible actions shown or mentioned on this blog. My content does not intend to glorify all that stuff!

This blog is really for fun. don't take anything I do seriously

To navigate this blog I have created some tags to group posts and help y'all! I started tagging my old posts with these but gave up 20 posts in so some posts will unfortunately not be tagged properly and won't show up when you go through the tag :,(

(however, specific people and specific aus should be tagged properly so that is an option x)

The groups in question:

#unanchored reblogs -> as the name suggests #unanchored ted talks -> text posts. any rambles in the tags are also included #unanchored books -> fics and other forms of writing. trust me i will never use this #unanchored art -> art in general #unanchored dreams -> occasionally I will post about some weird dreams I've had... #ship to history -> any history related things. >>More specific tags for history: #mexicoposting, (#texasposting), (#gachupinposting) #antebellum, #polkposting (yes that is its own tag), #my lil twink <- Shrewsbury posts lmao(it's been here for a while but I thought I would just say), #my wife <- Guadalupe Victoria posts! #stuarts and friends <- stuart family in england along with others associated with them, #prussiaposting #warrior spotted <- Vicente Guerrero posts!! #species alamanii <- Lucas Alaman posts!!! #ourple boy <- Pedro Celestino Negrete posts!!!!

#ship to chemistry -> as the name suggests. Includes ocs based off chemistry. #ship to biology -> same thing as ship to chemistry but biology #boat of AUs -> any AU content. #boat of ocs -> oc related content. Does not include chemistry/biology ocs as they are usually personifications. Includes others' ocs as well! #friendly sailing -> content I make about other people’s stuff. I don't have any personal tags for potentially triggering things but I will try to tag everything properly. I recommend filtering out #whump tag and #suggestive as the main ones here but filter out whatever you need just in case. Also, I'm a bad at trigger warnings so I will put #dead dove whenever there are potentially disturbing things. I use #tw for triggers. #captains guard -> my original posts (reblogs may be included if they have a good amount of my work such as art or text) (all tags mentioned also apply to other people’s stuff!)(other than #friendly sailing and #captains guard lol that's only MY content)

You don't have to worry about explicit NSFW, that's not posted here! It might be implied, but most of my #suggestive art doesn't go any farther beyond that!

Please don't spread hate, misinformation, or anything along those lines here!

And remember, if you don't like it here, you can always leave :)

Will update this if I ever decide to share some of my own stories or AUs and need a big post to explain it all. Keep on winning y'all!

[esther-dot]

Did GRRM actually insist that the show ending is his and accurate and so on? Did he not say "yes and no and yes and no" in his blog post, implying at least some notable differences, especially alongside saying that the path to the end will also be different?

He maintained for many years in many interviews that the show ending would be his. I have some quotes and links here, but there are many instances of him saying this. I wasn't referring to one line from one blog post, I was referring to something he has consistently, clearly stated over the course of years. @kellyvela​ has a more thorough compilation of Martin quotes about the ending here. You can make hay with the "yes and no" bit, and I know Dany stans ran with that quote from the GoT book about characters having different endings, but I can't convince myself to not believe him. I believed him before s8, and if I had gotten what I wanted, you can be damn sure I'd point to these same quotes as evidence that the books will end the same, so I'm not going to not do that just because I hate the ending. 

I think Martin had no idea how badly written the last season would be, and each time I remember he watched 8x01 I cringe, but Martin is the man who said GoT was "extremely faithful" as late as April 2019, so I think the fandom needs to brace themselves for certain beats we hated on the show coming straight from Martin (x). Even with what he's said, that leaves a lot of room for speculation about the journey (because of the deviations from the existing source material/mischaracterization we all witnessed), but no spec I've read, no scenes/lines I've rethought have made me change my acceptance of Martin's words regarding the ending.

That being said, my response to the ask you’re reacting to (link) wasn't even adamant about this being the ending. Reread it. Seriously. I was very namby-pamby. I didn't preclude the possibility of a different ending. What I said was that Martin should have clarified. I'm not going to pretend that a wishy-washy statement is a real contradiction to everything he’s said about the show over the years or a thoughtful response to the outpouring of anguish from fans who have been waiting ten years for a book and had to watch that massacre of their beloved characters. Writing is hard, I don’t expect him to churn out books on my schedule, but he could have shown his fans respect and appreciation by confirming or denying the endpoints in a meaningful way. He didn’t.

[commoncraziness]

Not great that the president tests positive for COVID and my second thought is oh no, the poor SNL cast and crew who thought they had this week's episode finished and ready to go..

[serialreblogger]

hhh thank you friend <3 i’m doing my best, don’t worry. self care!

i think im having two mental break downs at the same time and they're canceling each other out

[madwheelerz]

Hello fellow bylers and guest I've tagged. I'm gonna do a little break down on some syntax navigation on ao3.

I've seen complaints about sm*t and explicit content so here is how to block most of that. Enter the filters and do this-

Make sure to read the tags though. Like as you can see the fandom likes to be very um...explicit.

For ships we use the syntax. First select a relationship (this works for platonic too, I see y'all WillEl sibling truthers) go to the search within results and type in either otp:true or otp: true. The space isn't that important it should look like this-

You can also control the number of chapters using the syntax expected_number_of_chapters:1 or expected_number_of_chapters: 1 for oneshots only. This space is once again negligible. It looks like this but I couldn't fit the full thing-

If you want to do both if these things type otp:true , expected_number_of_chapters:1 in this case the comma has to be spaced away and not touching either form of syntax.

Additionally for longer works, completion status, and to remove crossover works: select word count then type a number such as 10000 in the from to begin searching for works 10000 words or more. For completion status select complete works only so you only see complete works. For crossovers select exclude crossovers so you don't see them-

On to the last thing you can sort by literally anything. Just select sort by and then select what you want, you can find the newest, or the most popular fics this way-

[bartletslesbians]

For the ship asks: what is the most underrated and overtated ships in your opinion? <3

Shipping asks!

Most underrated ship: At the moment I wanna say Parvati/Luna and Dorcas/Narcissa simply because I am in a mood for them and no one else seems to be. But seeing as those are also completely random characters to pair up, I can see why. In general, I'm gonna go with the 'popular' femslash ships? Even for just dorlene, which is definitely one of the more like established sapphic ships here, it's so hard finding it in content where it's not the sideship to wolfstar or jegulus. (Like legit if you go to the Marlene/Dorcas tag on AO3, M/M is still the most popular category and something about that just kinda annoys me sometimes lol)

There are obviously a lot of different reasons why that's the case, I'm not mad at anyone or anything, but it's a little disappointing when I just want the girls to fall in love sometimes. In that trend though, I will stick to my initial Dorcas/Narcissa and Parvati/Luna because those are girls that deserve some love.

Most overrated ship: Not to stir anything, I mean no hate to any shippers bc y'all look like you're having a blast and I'm very happy for you, but I'm so very glad for tumblr making it easy to mute jegulus posts. I don't get the appeal, I can't imagine it's something James would ever do except for very specific AUs, I just don't like it and it's grown SO much recently (especially on tiktok where filtering content is so frustratingly difficult lol). They've become one of the seemingly 'established' ship in half the headcanons I see even for other characters, and personally I'm just never a huge fan of it when that happens to any ship (simply because what I love most about the marauders era is that none of it is established) but with drarry and wolfstar, at least I like the ships you know. I just don't like jegulus and it's so prominent right now. But again, obviously, y'all seem to be having great fun and this is what they made muted tags and dldr for lmao, I'm not hating on anyone. (God knows I have no right left to judge anyway).

(I will say, I see Crimson Rivers excerpts sometimes when I looked for sirius and narcissa content on twitter, and one of the recent (I think recent) scenes made me cry without even reading the fic, so I very much get why good fics like that bring people in lmao)