#And having to block a ton of people over this is
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I'm begging people to realize GIGS is just 4 guys having fun in a ghost game and not them playing characters. Shipping them is just, weird since they are not in character Also begging people to realize you can tell your friends you love them. And it can be Platonic and isn't romantic. It happens a lot, all the time. Esp if they aren't playing characters Getting real close if not stepping over the line of c and cc here and its getting weird
#space.text#I want to stay in the fandom but its getting a bit hard#And having to block a ton of people over this is#exhausting#I really do enjoy a lot of people and their art but#man turn the shipping brain off you will have a lot more fun#Sure I've shipped Scarian but its so obvious C! and not cc!#I want to draw gigs but as friends having a fun ghost hunt#idk man I'm tired#and its getting weird and not in a good way#I tell my friends I love them ALL the time and its completely platonic#Its not just romantic to tell people you love them#You Should be telling the people you love that you love them anyways but yah let people platonically say I love you
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So, this isn't so much an "Incorrect Quotes"...
So much as an "I have a vision, but I'm not an artist so I have to settle for writing it out and hope someone understands what I'm picturing."
For starters, ya'll know about the artist trend of putting your OC's or favorite characters in a specific dress...
ya know... this oneâŹ
Yeah, just...ALL of Division Three. And I mean all + Narumi. Here how it sounds in my head. (Its more of a comic? It's just mostly dialogue than anything and they're just standing in a line talking to each other.) {And keep in mind....THEY ARE ALL WEARING THE DRESS AS THEY SAY THIS. ITS 90% OF THE JOKE}
Mina: When I said I was nervous about my first promotional modeling gig for Vogue, That didn't mean it was an open invitation to come out here and.... "Support me".
Kafka: Come on. This can't be any more embarrassing than that time you caught me in the sexy lingerie I was wearing for my high school prank.
Hoshina: *In air, eyes glowing woke spartan style, mid assassin strike aimed at Kafka with a training sword, ALSO IN THE DRESS* pics or it didn't happen-
Reno: Look. We're here, we showed up in the dress, can we leave now? I'm getting cold in places I don't want to be cold.
Iharu: Aww, come on! You look dashing! Few more pics! *Somehow managed to convince the photographer to take the shot of them*
Haruichi: The fact that you're filling this out better than me is disturbing.
Aoi:*Trying not to let his blush show* Are the lights getting to you because you're talking bullshit.
Minase: Oh my God! KIKORU!!!! You look amazing!!!
Kikoru:*embarrassed* Minassseee.... I-I'm with Reno. Can we change into our work jumpers now?
Hakua: Hey, can I take this one home? Makin' me feel hella confident right now. *Starts a gun show in front of a mirror.*
Narumi: *In front of the same mirror Hakua is in, serving cunt and taking selfies* Honestly, ya'll should just put me on the cover instead of Mina cuz' I'm pulling this off way better than her in the moment.
I also like to imagine that instead of Mina on the cover... It's Kafka in Kaiju form in the dress. The glowing abs would absolutely be visible as well....
#We stan Muscle Mommy Hakua in this house hold.#Had a headcanon that she kinda has a body image problem over how muscly she is -#- so she takes any opportunity to take items that make her confidant in her body image (sh*t tons of praise from Kafka help as well)#Just because I don't like GenHoshi's existence doesn't mean I don't like Gen.#He's not my favorite but you can't tell me i'm wrong when I say he could slay a runway.#Slight Kikoru x Minase shipper? Maybe?#I will find a way to shove KafHoshi into everything I post.#*Fainting dramatically into a leather wing back chair*#âOh! If only there were a creater's blocked artist that was also into Kn8 that was looking for sh*tty inspiration material.â#*Blinks one eye open in disappointment at the lack of people that would give a sh*t*#âWell Don't all of you rush in at once.â#None of my mutuals take this seriously.#I am well aware that most of you are artists and already have a ton of WIP's that you should probably finish first before you start others#Althought........#Hotrubbertar... you Okay buddy?#You haven't posted anything in a while....#AGAIN THIS IS A JOKE#kaiju no 8#art inspiration#shit post#<- maybe?#kafka hibino#mina ashiro#soshiro hoshina#reno ichikawa#iharu furuhashi#haruichi izumo#aoi kaguragi#kikoru shinomiya#Minase
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how long did it take for your fanfiction to start getting some recognition? did you "advertise" it or "promote" it in any way?
i know that people say this doesn't matter, but i feel like even if you love writing the feeling that you're just talking to yourself gets pretty exhausting at some point. so i'm not talking about having thousands of readers but rather like. what's your advice to have readers at least?
- someone who hasn't even started writing their ideas yet...
LONG POST INCOMING.
First I want you (and everyone else reading who may be struggling with this) to know I'm absolutely with you and generally think 'it doesn't matter' is a horseshit answer. It's this weird thing we do in fanfic that we generally don't apply to other artforms that I've seen. If you're a painter, a playwriter, a novel writer, and you say, 'I want at least a few people to love my paintings, I want some people to come see my play, I want my novel to be published and do at least ok' we all support them, we nod, we agree, we talk about how they can do that successfully. It's considered normal to want some amount of success. But hold up fanfic instead and it becomes, 'how dare you want that praise, you're being egotistical, you should be writing only for yourself'. I'm not saying you can't do that - there are some who do - but it's definitely this bizarre switchup to say there's this single artform in which we can't want attention on our work and that there's something wrong with us if we do. That can be an absolute creativity killer depending on what kind of writer you are (hi, extrovert writer here who only gets writy writy juice from social interaction - aka comments and discussion. So I totally get it being exhausting just doing this on your own).
So let me say this categorically: you're allowed to want things. You're allowed to want kudos, comments, and hits. You're allowed to want messages and asks. You're allowed to want some readers you can talk with about your story.
You. Are. Allowed.
Ok, now that that's out of the way.
Edit: more below the cut cause I didn't realize the length of this on mobile
TRT definitely didn't get popular overnight. The first four chapters were sporadic, and then I took a hiatus due to life things for a couple years. During that time, it kept slowly ticking up bit by bit on AO3, with occasional comments. Iirc it was hovering somewhere around 700 kudos by the time I came back in Jan 2021 - and that's a awesome! It's big! But it's also a number that was gained over a few years, to put it in perspective. It absolutely took off after I came back though, and over the past 2 years both TRT's popularity and the stats of my one-shots in the fandom have grown. Part of that's just the time frame (TRT's been up about 6 years), but it's also due to a couple things that I think built up TRT's popularity.
Building a tumblr presence was huge. Ironically I didn't really intend to do it for advertising; I just wanted a place readers could ask questions or we could all freak out about Matt or I could post some drabbles or updates on the fic. But considering the fact that AO3 and tumblr are the top fic sites online, I wound up promoting my fics unintentionally just by being a friendly, happy tumblr user and fandom goer. All I did was follow the courtesy rules I knew - post stuff regularly, reblog, comment, make friends with other writers, just be friendly in your neighborhood because you love the lady with the gif flower shop on the corner or the wise old pizza maker who serves hot fandom takes all day long. I built familiarity with my writing and name by posting short fics, and by taking part in challenges and prompt lists and short requests for drabbles if I saw them, though that's something that's hard to do if you don't have time (I've got less time now, but I started this blog in the early pandemic so I had aaaaall the time in the world to write and was using it to stay sane). I tagged religiously because I LOVE tags, but that helped, too. Tumblr's search system is half broken but the half that works means people CAN find your writing even if they aren't following. Doing all this over here got me a huge boost over on AO3.
I will say that if you can have a fandom tiktok presence, there's a lot of fic reviewers, edits, and good stuff that can get your fic some readers (I've had some people do this on tiktok for TRT and it sent a surge over). I personally haven't done anything there yet, in part because while I'm on tiktok I try to keep my actual, real person accounts separate from my fic/fandom accounts and i haven't bothered to make a second account solely dedicated to the Pasta name yet.
Longfics on AO3 have the advantage in fic stats in the sense that every time you add a chapter, it gets bumped to the top of the front page and you get seen again. Eventually a lot of people will click out of curiosity. They may not, however, give you a lot of user subs or add to your other fic stats at first, whereas if you do a bunch of oneshots you're more likely to get user subs but less hits on each fic. This is a decision you'll have to make, and I know folks in both camps who built their followings using different methods on each. Either way, it helps if you're posting regularly, either in a long fic or one-shots. I call this the Stephen King method, who said he just writes a ton and throws it all at the wall, and eventually you get enough good despite the bad that you start building a following.
Learn learn learn. This is standard fic advice I always give, but it's still relevant. I think one of the reasons imo TRT has done so well is that I've spent a lot of time over the years learning how to write and edit - I read a ton of books (sometimes just to figure out HOW good authors structure their stories), I took a lot of English classes, I've taken some creative writing courses in my spare time. That two year hiatus was heavily spent doing a lot of research and practice around an original novel I want published one day. And I used ALL of that in TRT, just to see what it was like to put it all together. Be hungry for knowledge, be hungry to learn. The more you learn, the better your fic will be, and the more people that will click.
That learning also includes a looooong string of fanfics that started at a very novice level (hello 12 year old me), to fics that were ok and did moderately well but weren't anything huge. Hell, I had a tumblr account for my previous fandoms before I wandered over to Pastafossa, and while those fics did decently, I never had the huge reaction I've gotten here. But I used each and every one of those fics to learn and grow and adapt. Treat your own fics the same way. If it doesn't get hits, try to learn from it before moving on to the next idea a little wiser and a slightly better writer than before. There will always be people who start to follow you along the way.
A small one, but important: I swear to god, do not shit-talk yourself. Not in the summary, not in the tags, not in the A/Ns. I'm not talking, 'this is my first fic!' That's fine. I mean trashing your own work. Shit like, 'ha ha this sucks, it's terrible but oh well' will absolutely lower your stats, because people will believe you and will ditch your fic. On top of that, it's just mean to yourself, and as I said above, you want to be a good person in the fandom neighborhood. That means not breaking the windows of your own house.
People generally think of summaries as a side note, but a shitty summary can absolutely tank your stats. Treat it like the rest of your fic - this is the trailer before the movie, and it's a huge element of what gets people interested in the first place.
Lastly, like I said at the top, the biggest factor is time. There are people who post one fic and explode in popularity, absolutely. But far, far more little followings are built on the bones of time, of abandoned fics, of muttering and highlighting phrases in books in the middle of the night, of trying and trying and trying until we have at last have a breakthrough and then drag that breakthrough forward with us to the next fic. TRT is absolutely one part lightning in a bottle - the biggest success I've ever had anywhere with my writing, a confluence of fandom factors and world events that gave people (and me!) time to write and read. But it's also standing on the back of whole lot of fics I wrote that look like everyone else's: ones with no comments, low interaction, insults; ones where I had precisely zero idea of what I was doing, but wanted to try anyway. And the way I got through that, as a writer who needs interaction in order to create, was by building friendships in fandom so that even when a fic didn't do all that well, I still had friends I could talk to about the characters, the world, the fandom itself. I asked friends to look them over and give advice. I had friends being my cheerleaders. And if you're an extrovert like me, or just a writer who needs that to create, then those connections are vital as you build up a following.
That's a lot of what I've done. I know there are other ways to build a following, but this is generally what I've done, what I've learned to do, and it seems to have worked. Just remember that there are no bad fics - just learning opportunities. Learn something, and that fic's a success, and work as hard as you can to make those fandom connections to carry you through the process.
I absolutely hope to see your work around one day, so that I can be on of those followers!
#writing advice#fic advice#fic tips#building a following#fanfic#fic#writing tips#tbh i was shocked and still kind of am by how popular trt's become#because i have had ZERO previous experiences in my fic writing time that aligned#BUT#there are absolutely things I did in hindsight I think that helped a ton#and all of the practice and writing fic including the ones with zero interaction helped#i learned how to be a good fandom goer even when i didn't write#because i genuinely loved my little neighborhoods#and i used a lot of that when i started writing again cause why wouldn't i???#also avoid petty fandom drama you don't need to waste your energy on it#i WANT my blog to generally be a positive space cause i've got shit going on elsewhere and i don't need more#but that also means i think that people like wandering through cause they know there's a lot of happy things here#be the person in the neighborhood watering your daisies and putting out a rainbow pinwheel even when ted down the block#is feuding with susan up the block over the height of ted's fence
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Allow me to be petty for 2 minutes đ
#maybe delete later#anyway funny how itâs always the usual suspects stirring up shit over on twitter#Iâm not particularly active in the fandom there but I do lurk#anyway every time I see drama going down over there I go to block the people being assholes#just to keep my tl clean and fun to look at#and surprise surprise#I always already have them blocked#and thatâs funny you see#cause the only blocking spree I ever went on in this fandomâŚ#was right after the finale#when I blocked tons of people who were being vile to djenks#like huh#always the usual suspects#always the same people stirring up shit#also funny how some of them have me blocked there even tho I donât interact with the fandom#I just rt art sometimes#like#HOW DID YOU FIND ME#I mean itâs fine cause I blocked them first but like HOW#kinda creepy tbh
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usually I mind my own business, but occasionally I see some new fan posting meta-adjacent thoughts and decide to add my two cents, and it ALWAYS feels like this
#my perception that isâŚ#theyâre always either really polite and engaged or ignore me completely which is their right#but i feel like such an old man regardless#people i REALLY disagree with bc i feel like theyâre analyzing the show in bad faith get blocked#so i realize thereâs probably a ton going down in the tags that i donât see#but what i have seen lately has been interesting#i donât always agree but itâs nice to see some cracks at novel meta concepts#rather than just the same points rehashed over and over again#i can appreciate that
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I want people to read their scientific articles before sending them to me. Like actually read the entire thing or at least read the conclusion. Reading the first line and thinking that that means you understand the entire topic is very inaccurate, and it makes you look like a joke when i actually read it and find that it contradicts your point.
#my post#vent#i got blocked by a very popular anti-swiftie blog who i used to follow because i told then to not use the ableist term ânarcissistic abuseâ#and of course before they blocked me they fired back with you're woke who thinks everything is offensive here's a link from doctors#which 1. Not all doctors are moral - my peers actually make me sick and i have info from dental students that dentists are also horrible#the literal reason i wanna go into psychiatry is because the field needs reform and i want to help reform it#and 2. the article literally said that the term is incorrect cause not all people with narcissism are abusive and it creates a stigma#against people who literally have childhood trauma#and some of whom (not all) are actually trying to be better despite the constant dehumanisation#also even the medical term can't be applied to here? cause calling someone who's not diagnosed with NPD a narcissist because they're toxic#is not medically accurate#it's literally âdeluluâ and âgaslightâ all over again#like stop taking psychology words if you don't want to search up the actual definitions#which ironically enough was in the article i was sent#ngl i'm confused as to why i didn't block them before#i love being a hater (seen from this entire post made for one person) but come on#some of the stuff was out of no-where (mainly the hating on her appearance - like the rest was genuine criticism but this?)#and then on top of that using Palestine as a way to get people to hate on her but then go be besties with a raging zionist?#seems like using Palestine for the clicks there#speaking of Zionists: that one zionist who sent me a shit ton of articles which disapproved their points#like i cannot make this up they sent me 2 articles on how Ashkenazi Jews didn't genetically originate from the Levant#(that isn't to say they aren't Middle Easterners - just genetically they don't show a strong connection to that specific region in the ME#and obviously genetics is weird so there's that)#and apparently culturally grew came from Iran + Siberia + Turkey + Germany (i.e. their cultures are a mix of those)#and of course the Arab conquests to represent colonisation (as if i was denying that happened) but the article wasn't about the Levant#literally i can't with people#if you think you can science your way out of this you better listen to my spiel about Validity#can't give the science and health kid science stuff and expect them to not actually read it#vent post#tw vent
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Your blog is honestly such a safe space <3
I love you guys so much. I really do go through periods where I think about nuking this blog with how quickly itâs grown and how I have to block so many people a day but like. Little reminders like this. Thats why I keep it up more than anything. Iâm no longer just yelling about lesbian love and sexuality into the void, now there are people who really value this space. Thank you darlin <3
#been getting a WHOLE lot of creepy followers who ignore my DNIs lately. this feels good to get#asks#anon#lesbian positivity#sending you a billion little kisses all over your face#last night I was like having a revaluation that people who I block can technically just follow my wife or mutuals#and still see tons of my posts and pictures and interact#and i can really do nothing about that cause tumblr is fucking broken#and I. idk it sleeves me out itâs no oneâs fault if they allow men to interact or follow but I really donât like when I get the runoff ya kn#but I probably wonât delete anyways it was just a moment#if I did I would just remake and not post photos since thatâs where the majority of creeps come from
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i love having unpopular opinions
#and by love i mean hate because someone will be so outrageously wrong about the fundamentals of a character#that i have to block them over it so i dont have to see that shit anywhere ahdkahf#like sometimes someone is so far away from my understanding of a character#that i just gotta give em the boot smh#anyway i doubt freelancer is gonna have an issue with coworker because of the whole kody incident#i guarantee you theyâve interacted with a ton of water elementals since then#plus think about how difficult a listener + listener conflict would be logistically#like no hate to people who do want that or think that#its just so against my own ideas of freelancer ahfjahf
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Wait what happened in the Hades fandom? I only ever looked at pretty pictures then left because I did not want to be involved with another Fandomâ˘
ummmm for me personally it wasnt horrible bc i just talked about hypnos but there was whitewashing and weird incest stuff and also the fandom just could be like. pretty annoying which was what the poll was abt so.... most of MY gripes tho were not the main ones because of my obsession with hypnos, considering a great deal of hades players hated him or just didnt care.... but as someone who did not care for megaera or thanatos or nyx.... sigh
#but again a lot of that was like personal to ME#a ton of people liked these characters and what they did with the story so me and my friend were more of an outlier#but yeah the fandom was pretty weird about some stuff....#for a game released in the 2000s a surprising amount of people were like... advocating? for the incest?#which like. greek mythology is not new to that but of course. it was kind of weird#and i dont mean like the pseudo incest with thanatos and zagreus i mean like zagreus and others#weird but whatever i dont have to think about it anymore#at least until the 2nd game comes out. sighs#but yeah aside from what i cldnt block i just was easily annoyed at people fawning over the characters#but enough about my hades opinions they are. not very popular for a reason#theyre mostly because of my hypnos bias. which i was right abt btw#HAHA sorry i really like that guy#but yeah there were a ton of people especially drawing dionysus a lot lighter which was unfortunate bc he has a beautiful design in game#incest ment#asks
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Not to be an absolute hardass and a bitch but- every time i open this app i get bombarded by Kingdom Hearts and TWEWY opinions that have no business being so judgy and mean lol, y'all need to chill tf out and let people do what they want. Whether that's calling characters by their "canon" names or not, or even just drawing two identical characters with distinguishing characteristics. Its not hurting anyone and all these complaints absolutely reek of whiny baby syndrome lmao. Just a thought âď¸âď¸
#im not adding the actual fandom tags cuz im already putting a target on my back even making this post lol#idk im just gettin real tired of fandom nonsense when i use social media simply for art and memes#not people throwing a hissy fit over other people doing what they want#and i will say i use the block button VERY regularly on here so its not like its just one or two people#its a TON of people in both fandoms absolutely flooding my dash with nonsense so im just having to go#block. block. block. block.#anyways enough rambling from me im going back to the shadows
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I slept maybe 5 hours last night and because Iâm still thinking about the kinds of scenes I wish the game had in the last couple of encounters with Hop, I may have to drabble something to get that bug out of my brain đ
đš I donât have the current confidence levels for anything like meta/analysis/etc, I donât know if I can draw it because Iâm so rusty, but silly fluff (soft angst resp. hurt/comfort flavour)? Thatâs failure-safe, brainfog/ability for words permitting...
No idea if or where or how Iâd share but writing for me first still counts
#crystext#oh spirit of fluff please possess me again when I write HopVic at any point in time like you did on my bday for HughNate playground fluff#even if I'll have to wait for my bday this year I'll take that đš november is so far away tho...#I still have two unshared HughNate fics because of edit block and another WIP and more I'd wanted to write. here we are w the new otp#there's a lot of old pkmn fics I never shared bc intimidated/anxiety/stuff and maybe we're back to that đ
#*never posted bc I do love sharing if I have someone to share with but posting is the big duality of wanting to but anxiety addfgdg#anyway like before I have a ton other thoughts but like. i have to go about them in whatever capactiy brain permits#the woes of being (very) late to a media with whichever issues and you're experiencing it very intensely for the first timeâ#âand don't know where to go with yourself or how to filter all the many reactions you have đ
#ok that's enough tagwhisperrambling idk if that's even still what people do over here i had so many absences...
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I really don't want to make this a political blog, but there is. A big difference between "Neither of the major parties are on board with my values"/"I have criticisms of everyone in the political sphere"/"the political system is inherently flawed, I wish we had better candidates to pick from" (or even, "Wow, there is so much on both sides that really sucks! No one here is a particularly great person!")<-all of which are fair and things I actually do agree with, and "Both sides are, in every single way, on every single issue, literally completely the exact same."
#if you say the second one I think you are stupid. sorry.#is2g if That Guy gets elected again I am never forgiving any of you who have said this#He! Will! Be! Worse!!! On!!!! Literally!!!!!! Every single issue!!!!!!!!!! Including and Especially the ones you care about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#voting is not meaningless shut the fuck uppppppp#if voting were meaningless then protesting would ALSO be meaningless yes? but y'all (rightfully!!!!!) think we should keep protesting#(and I agree!!!! we SHOULD keep protesting!!!!!!!!!!! a shit-ton!!!!!!!! about everything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)#which suggests that you don't actually think both parties are the same and equally immovable. but it DOES suggest that you#want to absolve yourself from having to do literally the bare minimum#no voting won't magically fix everything no shit. but I have not seen ONE pro-voting leftist say that we stop at voting. EVERYTHING#I have seen (and WHAT I!! AM ALSO!!!! SAYING!!!!!!) is that voting against That Guy is the FIRST STEP. and then we keep working afterward!#yes. it sucks. I hate that this is where we are I hate that every single time it's We Have No Great Choices I HATE IT TOO. JUST AS MUCH AS#EVERYBODY ELSE. but I still think I have a duty to the people whose lives will be saved by ensuring a Certain Guy doesn't get the presidenc#like someone will call me a neolib imperialist shill or something probably but I think if there's a guy who wants to be a dictator#and strip the rights of literally every marginalized group (including those who live in countries the US does foreign policy with or#insists on exercising influence over) then making COMPLETELY SURE THAT DOESN'T GET INTO POWER is the moral decision here.#if you're gonna come on this post and scream that I don't have An Accurate Grasp Of The Situation then save it. I'm not interested and I#will block you. if you hate the fact that I'm going to grit my teeth and vote for a democrat for the sole purpose of making sure T**** can'#hurt people again then guess what you don't have to ever speak to me again you can just leave.#ugh I gotta go to my SECOND doctor appointment now. WHICH I WILL NOT HAVE INSURANCE FOR!!!! IF HE GETS ELECTED!!!!!!!! AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Giving the nerd a chance
tags: nerd!nanami/fem!reader, college!au, stsg, nsfw, dirty talk, asphyxiation, size kink, mdni!!
a/n: this oneâs a long one :) pace yourself and enjoy!
Kento Nanami is a social enigma. He is a total outlier but in the weirdest way possible.
This man is conventionally attractive. Some would even go as far to say Nanamiâs handsome, almost in a filthy way. His looks are sneaky too. Heâs not someone youâd immediately notice in a room, but once you didâŚ
You would notice his sculpted jaw line first. Then, his naturally high cheekbones that gave way to his soft hazel eyes. He had a serious look on his face always, but his eyes told a different story. Maybe youâd notice his blonde hair that sat neatly on his head, styled with an undercut. Yeah, Nanami was fucking hot.
But thatâs not the weird part. No, you havenât heard him utter a single word except to answer the professorâs unanswered questions once the silence was unbearable.
Thatâs not exactly weird either. There are tons of people who go through college without the intention of making friends⌠but Nanami has friends. He doesnât just have like one friend. No, heâs apart of a friend group.
The weirdest part was he seemed to be close with the most popular guy in your university, star quarterback Satoru Gojo. Gojo was seemingly every college girlâs wet dream. Heâs the type to stand out in a room. His looks and personality demand attention.
Heâs the complete opposite from Nanami.
Then, there was Suguru Geto⌠Geto was also a strange friend for Nanami to have. Geto was smart, funny, and well-mannered⌠when he was in class. But youâve seen how Geto acts at parties. He smokes cigarettes, shotguns whiskey, and keeps up with all of Gojoâs antics. Shoko was the exact same way, except she didnât care enough to keep up with Gojoâs buffoonery.
They were the complete opposite from Nanami as well.
Yu Haibara was a cutie patootie. Heâs also a sweet social butterfly. Another one of Nanamiâs friends that just didnât seem to be his type.
You caught yourself staring at the friend group as youâre sitting on a couch at a frat house. Your college team just won the game, so Satoru had invited a whole slew of people over. You somehow made it on that list. Your friend, Utahime, is begging you to leave, but something is telling you to stay.
âGo on without me, Uta. Iâll be fine, promise.â You say over the music as you flash her a small smile to assure her.
âI really, really, really donât want to leave you here alone, yn. I donât want you to end up on the front page of the news.â
âDonât wish that shit upon me.â You laugh as you gently nudge her arm, urging her towards the door.
âIâm serious, yn. Please text me. If youâre not back in the dorm by midnight, Iâm calling the cops.â She says as she grabs your shoulders, forcing you to face her directly.
You admire your friendâs caring demeanor, but she was being a total cock block for you right now.
âI will text you. I promise.â You assure her once again. âGo back to the dorm. Love you.â
She sighs deeply as she lets you go. Sheâs still not comfortable with the idea of leaving you here, but she canât force you to leave. âLove you too. Donât do anything I wouldnât do.â
âOh, thatâs all Iâm gonna do.â You smirk as she flips you off and leaves the frat house.
You take a drink from your red solo cup to gather your nerves. Nanami has been sitting in the corner of the kitchen all night. Heâs alone, but he doesnât look lonely. Sometimes, Satoru will drunkenly slouch his weight onto the blonde and slur something inaudible to him. From what you can see, Nanami just rolls his eyes and shrugs his friend off his shoulders.
You want to approach him, but youâre still too afraid he wonât talk to you. As you sit down your cup, an intoxicated Satoru is standing over you.
âIâm sorry- I donât remember your name.â He gives you a slanted smile as he crouches down a bit so you two are face-to-face.
âThatâs okay. I donât remember yours either.â You snip back with a small grin. Something sparkles in his eyes as you give him a little bit of a challenge. He finds it to be endearing.
âCheeky. Give me your number.â He demands, keeping his smirk on his face.
âWhy should I give it to you?â
âBecause itâs not for me.â He slurs as he leans in close to you. He nods his head towards the kitchen. âIâm doing this for my pussy friend over there.â
Your eyes dart towards Nanami. His eyes are glaring holes into Satoru with more anger and emotion than youâve ever seen from him. Your stomach swirls with butterflies.
âThat is a really good reason.â You murmur as you quickly type your number into Satoruâs phone.
*** *** ***
It had been days since the frat party and not a single word from Nanami. Your excitement had honestly fizzled out into sulking. Were you not good enough for him? Did Satoru lie? Was it all a sick prank?
Not even Utahime could get you in a good mood.
âYn. This is so ridiculous. If you like him that much, just go up and talk to him.â She chides
âNoooo.â You groan into your pillow as you turn onto your stomach in your bed. âHeâs too cool. Out of my league.â
âAre you sure weâre talking about the same Kento Nanami? The nerd who barely ever talks? The know-it-all in class?â
âUtahimeee.â
âYouâre embarrassing yourself.â
âLet me wallow in my self pity.â You gripe before you hear your phone buzz. The sound of your phone notifying you doesnât even excite you anymore. Itâs always some lame ass notification.
Unknown Number: Is this yn?
Your eyes widen as you stare at your phone in disbelief. Your body involuntarily sits up in bed, startling Utahime.
âJesus Christ. What? What happened?â
âHe texted me!â You beam proudly. You are embarrassing. Utahime scoffs and walks away from you, unable to take the second-hand embarrassment.
Yn: Yeah, thatâs me :)
Unknown Number: This is Kento Nanami. Iâm sorry Gojo felt the need to disturb you at the party. ďżź
Yn: No need! He didnât disturb me too much.
Nanami: Thatâs good to hear.
God. Now, what do you say? Of course Nanami is a dry texter. You stare at the text conversation for a while, trying to think of something.. anything to break the ice.
Yn: Did you ask him to get my number, or did he do that on his own volition?
Nanami: Gojo does things on his own volition.
Yn: Ah.. I see.
He left you on read.
Goddammit.
You had your chance, and now, you blew it. Sighing, you lock your phone and try to forget he even ever texted you in the first place.
*** *** ***
I mean, who even needs Nanami? Heâs really not even that handsome or mysterious. You keep telling yourself as you get ready to go to another party Gojo invited you too.
Oh, also, Gojo kept your number for himself as well. He mostly asked to copy your notes when Nanami refused to let him copy his notes. He would also send the occasional invitation to one of his signature parties.
This one was apparently labeled as âexclusiveâ. You had no idea what that meant, but you werenât allowed to bring a plus-one this time.
Luckily for you, Utahime was visiting back home for the weekend, so she couldnât scold you for going out to another party this weekend.
Black eyeliner was smeared across your waterline, and you puckered your lips as you carefully applied some sheer gloss. You decided to be casual with your outfit, wearing a basic off-shoulder black top with some jeans.
As soon as you got to the frat house, you quickly understood what âexclusiveâ meant. It was only their closest friends in the house. Satoru and Haibara were on the couch, lounging. Suguru and Shoko were sitting by the window, sharing a cigarette. Nanami was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, looking as stoic as ever. Immediately, you were grateful for going with a more casual look.
âYn! So glad you made it!â Satoru grinned in a more sober voice than the last time you spoke with him.
âAm I imposing on something?â You ask as you close the door.
âOf course not, silly. I sent you an invite for a reason.â Satoru says casually as he pats the spot between him and Haibara on the couch. âCome have a seat. Get comfortable. Weâre just hanging out tonight.â
You stare at the seat between Gojo and Haibara, and you decide to sit in the open chair next to them instead.
âAfraid that we might bite?â Gojo grins as he leans over the arm of the chair towards you.
âStop it, Satoru. Youâre going to scare her away.â Shoko scolds before taking a drag off her cigarette.
Your phone gently buzzes in your pocket as Satoru and Shoko begin to bicker about his social skills. You sneakily check your phone.
Nanami: You look pretty tonight.
OH. We are so back, baby.
Yn: Thank you :) You look as handsome as ever.
Nanami: Oh yeah?
It is so small and insignificant, but that little âoh yeah?â makes your stomach flutter with excitement.
âYn?â You snap your attention up to Shoko and realize she has been trying to talk to you.
âShit- sorry. Whatâs up?â
Your phone lightly buzzes again, and you quickly glance down to check.
Nanami: Youâre blushing.
âI was asking what your major is.â Shoko smiles calmly as sheâs sat upon the windowsill. She flicks her cigarette outside before blowing out a cloud of smoke. You try to ignore how your heart is skipping beats right now.
âOh, Iâm just in general studies right now. Iâm kind of indecisive. What about you?â
âIâm pre-med right now.â Shoko answers.
âI thought you swapped to nursing.â Haibara asks as he shifts his body to face her. The two start conversing together, giving you a chance to check your phone.
Nanami: Are you ill, or do my words just affect you that much?
Yn: Iâm actually ill.
Nanami: Youâre also apparently a liar, sweetheart.
How the fuck was this man so bold over text, but wouldnât speak to hardly anyone in person?
Yn: Sweetheart? I didnât know we were on that sort of level yet.
Nanami: Does that make you uncomfortable?
Yn: No
Nanami: Good. Then donât complain.
The throb your cunt just did shouldâve been illegal. There was no reason for you to be so turned on by that, but you were.
Yn: What would you have done had I said that it did make me uncomfortable?
Nanami: I wouldâve found you a nickname you were more comfortable with.
He was being sweet, and you were over there clenching around nothing like a whore.
You had been so caught up in your phone that you didnât realize Yu had went and gotten everyone a beer out of the fridge. You decide to risk a glance at Nanami. He looked calm and composed. You wondered if he even knew the effect he had on you truly.
âShoko, when are you finally going to get some bitches?â Satoru asks with a laugh. Your eyes widen as you notice Suguru is on his lap now. You had really been so distracted by your phoneâŚ
âAt this rate, I think Nanami will beat me.â Shoko laughed as she took a drink of her beer. You shift slightly in your seat as Shoko cuts her eyes towards you with a small grin.
Nanami: I will
Yn: Will what?
Nanami: I will beat her.
Yn: Confident or competitive?
Nanami: Both.
Yn: You didnât strike me as the type.
Nanami: You donât think I can do it?
Yn: I never said that.
Nanami lays his phone on his lap, and you can feel his eyes trailing up and down your body. Feeling your heart skip a beat, you decide to look up at him. Your breath hitches in your throat as you glance over him. He looks relaxed. His head is propped up in his hand, and heâs almost giving you a lazy smile.
Knowing more about Nanami, you recognize it as a cocky smile now.
The rest of the âpartyâ goes without a hitch. You decided it was time to leave once Suguru and Satoru were obnoxiously making out, Shoko was asleep on the floor, and Haibara wouldnât shut the fuck up about the intricacies of anime.
âIâm gonna head back to my dorm now. Thanks for inviting me.â You say quickly as you stand from your seat.
âHey yn-!â Satoru says as he tugs from Suguruâs lips. The dark-haired male made quick work of moving down to his neck. âThanks for coming. You should come out here more often.â
âOh um, Iâll think about it.â You smile politely as you head out the front door. The cold night air nips at your skin. The only light was from the moon high up in the sky. The dorms were a few blocks away.
You never like walking alone at night, but you try to remember that college campuses have security patrolling at all times. Taking a deep shaky breath, you step off the porch.
The sound of the door closing again immediately startles you. You quickly flinch and look towards the frat house. Nanami was calming walking up to you.
âLet me walk you back.â His voice was calm and steady, just like his presence. He really wasnât phased at all by your subtle flirting earlier?
âThanks.. I was actually kinda scared.â You mumble as you two walk side by side on the pavement. Your arms hug your body, trying to hide from the snippy air.
âWhy didnât you ask one of us to walk you home then?â Nanami asks as he slips his coat off from his shoulders. He then loosely drapes it over your shoulders. You feel your heart skip a beat as you mumble a quick thanks. Your body snuggled into his coat as it swallowed your frame whole. It was the first time you realized⌠Nanami is a big man. Heâs not just some scrawny nerd. Heâs actually pretty well built.
âI didnât want to be a bother.â You answer quietly, noticing how Nanami shoves his hands into his pockets while you two walk.
âThatâs foolish. We invited you. The least we could do is make sure you make it home safely.â
âWe?â
Nanami goes silent, and he looks away from your shorter self. The wind blows harshly, making the leaves crinkle and hiss on the trees.
âYes, we.â He finally answers your question. You smile softly as you look down towards the ground. It seems like Satoru wasnât the only one who wanted you around.
Standing in front of your dorm door, you slowly slip the coat off from around your shoulders and try to hand it back to him. âI donât want it.â He answers calmly, making no effort to take the jacket back from you.
âItâs yours, silly.â
âAnd?â
âTake it.â You gestured the coat to him once more
âNo, I want you to have it.â He says as he towers over you. You subconsciously take a step back to create space, and your back hits the door. He leans over you, having to angle his back to see eye-to-eye with you. You can feel his warm breath ghosting over your cheek as he cocks his head towards your ear and neck. âText me.â He murmurs lowly before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
You were left against your door blushing madly as he casually sauntered away.
*** *** ***
You almost think you dreamt that kiss up come Monday morning. You hadnât texted him all weekend, not even knowing what to say. You felt scared about messing things up and taking his advances the wrong way. He hadnât reached out to you either.
You were sitting in Neurology, half-ass paying attention as the professor lectured about neuron pruning. Nanami sat a few rows over. He always appeared to he intently listening when you glance over at him. You perk up as you feel your phone buzz on your thigh.
Nanami: Youâre not going to do well if you donât pay attention.
Yn: I could say the same for you.
Nanami: Could you?
Yn: âŚ. point taken
Nanami: You know, you couldâve at least texted me if you didnât like the kiss.
Yn: Who said I didnât?
Nanami: So, you disobey my request for fun?
Yn: Disobey is such a strong word. You told me to text you, and I just.. havenât yet.
Nanami: Weâll come back to the disobedience topic. Why havenât you texted me âyetâ?
Yn: Nervous.
Nanami: Youâre adorable. Whatâs there to be nervous about?
âCan anyone name an example of synaptic pruning?â The professorâs sudden loud voice catches you off guard. You hadnât been paying attention at all, and you feel your heart start to race at the thought of being randomly called upon.
âAnyone?â The professor asks once again. âYn-â She almost says your first name before Nanami interrupts.
âCrown thinning.â He answers the question, saving you from total embarrassment.
âVery good. Thank you, Kento.â The professor praises as she turns back around to start lecturing from the powerpoint again.
Yn: You totally just saved me.
Nanami: Pay better attention.
Yn: Then stop texting me.
Nanami: No.
Nanami: Answer my question. Why were you nervous?
Yn: I just didnât want to say the wrong things.
Nanami: Youâre hopeless.
Yn: Youâre starting to sound like Utahime :(
Nanami: Will you coo to me that you love me if I act like her?
You feel your heart start to race as you read his text over and over. He was way more observant than you gave him credit for. You couldnât even think of a time where you told Uta that you loved her in front of him.
Yn: Is that what you want?
Nanami: That does sound nice. Though, I think Iâd rather hear you breathlessly professing your love to me.
ohâŚ
oh.
You sat your phone down. No way were you going to let some simple words over a screen let you get horny in class. You didnât dare to glance in his direction as you suddenly decided to start paying attention and taking detailed notes on Neurology.
Nanami: Youâre blushing again.
Damn him and his observant personality. Damn him and his filthy words that make you squeeze your thighs together to soothe the ache.
Yn: Iâm well aware.
Nanami: Itâs cute. Makes me want to say more things just to get a reaction out of you.
Yn: Please donât
Nanami: Why? Scared you might like it?
Nanami: Scared you might like the thought of being beneath me, begging for more?
Jesus. There was no misinterpreting that. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared down at your phone, rereading his message over and over. It painted a picture in your brain.
Yn: As if you could make me do that.
Nanami: I can, and I will. Come over tonight.
Yn: To the frat house?
Nanami: No, to my room. Iâll tell Haibara to not come back until late.
Yn: That seems rather rude.
Nanami: Itâs far better than the treatment youâll be receiving later.
Your head feels like itâs spinning as the professor dismisses class. The rest of the day drags by painfully slow as you feel every little heartbeat and flutter in your chest. Nanami talked big game for someone who seemed too shy to really speak to you. It made you feel intrigued. How could he be so confident in his ability to make you beg?
You took your time once you were back at your dorm: going through your everything-shower routine. You wanted to make sure that every inch of you was soft and smooth just in case! Itâs not like heâs actually going to make you do anything.
Knocking on his door, you feel your stomach churn with anxiety. You two seemed to be doing better at keeping up a conversation, but you were still deathly afraid of that awkward silence sinking in.
The click of the lock gains your attention, and Nanami opens the door for you. âCome in.â He says flatly, moving out of the way of the door so you can squeeze past him. Heâs wearing his usual button-up shirt with black slacks on. How does this man even relax?
Of course his room is completely clean. His bed was even made military style for crying out loud. What the fuck does this man know about making women beg?
âYour room is nice.â You compliment, trying not to sound too awkward.
âItâs a room.â He shrugs nonchalantly before his eyes travel your body.
âHow did you tell Haibara not to come home?â You ask, and he gives you a slightly puzzled look.
âI told him the truth.â He says as he loosens his tie from around his neck.
You swallow harshly as you watch his slender fingers pull at the fabric. His jaw is perfectly sculpted along with his neck, and his adams apple bobs as he steps towards you.
âWhich is?â You reluctantly ask.
âI told him not to come home unless he planned on watching me fuck a pretty girl to tears.â
Your breath hitches in your throat, and you stare up at him with almost a frightened gaze. His movement feels much more predatory now as if heâs been watching you for a while, sizing you up. He had observed and stood by, waiting for the prime opportunity to pounce.
âWhat is it? Cat got your tongue?â Nanami asks as he steps forward again. The back of your knees hits his bed, and his smile shifts to a lopsided grin.
âNo. I justâŚâ You had no idea what to even say to that! You werenât use to a man so confidently bolstering about his skills without sounding like a total idiot. Nanami was a rarity. He could talk the talk and walk the walk.
âNo. I just..â He mocks you. âYouâre awfully nervous for someone I havenât even touched yet.â His fingers gently caress over your collarbone, before he carefully nudged you back. You tipped over and found yourself sitting on his bed, looking up at him with big round eyes.
âChrist. Have you ever even done this before?â He asks as he leans over you. His hand press down on the mattress at both of your sides, effectively trapping you beneath him.
âYes!â You exclaim with a huffy attitude that makes him chuckle. âHave you?â You ask, trying to even the score.
âNo.â He responds before closing the distance between you two. His lips press against yours and move delicately. Your eyes widen before you realize what was going on, and you slowly melt into the kiss.
Lips smack together as he takes the lead on the kiss. His hands gently cup and caress their way down your body before resting upon your hips. His knee finds itâs way between your thighs, and he applies pressure to your core.
Stifling a small whine, you entangle your fingers through his blonde hair. Itâs softer than you imagined it to be. His kisses are growing more and more demanding as heâs pushing you back onto the bed more and more.
He gently bites at your lip, and he applies more pressure with his knee. As soon as you let another another small whimper, he slips his tongue into your mouth.
Heâs taking complete and utter advantage over your body while youâre still trying to wrap your head around the fact he said ânoâ. Heâs claiming to have never done this before.
His thumbs dig into your hipbones before he makes you grind against his knee.
âThatâs right. Use me.â He purrs lowly, encouraging for you to keep rolling your hips. Once you found a steady rhythm, rubbing yourself against his knee like a desperate slut, he releases your hips and grabs your wrists, pinning you down to the bed.
âKen..â You gasp out lowly, and he immediately eats up your words, forcing his lips right back upon yours.
The grinding was slowly making you feel all dizzy in the head as you slowly start to mess up your rhythm. He immediately notices your messy state. His hands leave your wrists to grab back ahold of your thighs to make sure you donât stop. If his slacks werenât black, he was sure there would be a small damp spot on his leg from your delicious juices.
âHah~â You gasp as you lean your head back.
âDoes that feel good?â He questions lowly before carefully nipping at your neck.
âYes⌠Yes, Kento.. more..â
âOh, what was that, darling? I didnât hear you.â He taunts as he bites his way down your neck.
âM-more!â You whimper out as you grow impatient.
âSo greedyâŚâ He murmurs before his sucks a small hickey on your neck all while heâs still making you grind your pitiful pussy against his thigh. âBeg.â
You feel that defiant nature wanting to kick in. You were needy for him, but you werenât to the point of begging yet.
âDid you hear me? I said beg.â He demands as he forces you down on his leg harder. Your legs tremble around him as heâs making you rock hack and forth.
âPlease-â You finally choke out against your defiant nature. âI-I.. want more, please⌠I need you to.. to ruin me.â
âRuin you, hm?â He asks as his hand carefully trails upwards to your neck. He applies just a bit of pressure. âA pretty girl like you asking for me to ruin her⌠How could I say no?â
He removes his leg from between your leg, and he quickly replaces it with his hand. His fingers rub firm circles around your clit through the cloth of your leggings. You immediately shudder from the new stimulation. You hold his gaze as he lightly chokes you.
âI think I want to see you come on my fingers first.â He says as heâs quick to shove your leggings and panties down. You gasp quietly as you look down at him. He shuffles himself down between your legs, and he has a determined look on his face. He was set on making you come with his hand.
You push your thighs together with a small whine as he gives your glistening cunt an amorous gaze. Nanami places his hands on both of your knees as he forces your legs back apart. âNow, you know why you came here. What are you running from?â
âI- ⌠Youâre looking at me likeâŚâ the words âlike you want to eat meâ die upon your tongue. His aura is just so.. almost intimidating. Not in a scary way, just in a heâs-not-here-to-play way.
âYouâre so pretty, but gods, youâre so confusing.â He shakes his head as he carefully drags his tongue up your slippery folds. âJust sit still and let me take care of you, darling.â He mumbles before he laps at your cunt again. He purses his lips and gently sucks on your clit. It almost feels like heâs making out with your pussy.
âOh.. f-fuck..â You gasp as you lean your head back into his mattress. Your hands fist at the blanket beneath you, ruining his perfectly made bed.
Nanami continues to lick and suck. The sounds in the room were nothing short of erotic. The wet sounds of his lips and tongue smack and almost slurp at you. His hands hold your thighs up, practically wearing them as earmuffs as he eats you like a starved man.
His fingertip gently traced over your opening before he carefully slipped a finger in. He continued to lap at your cunt as his finger pumped in and out and prodded around.
âOh my-! .. N-Nanami.. ah~â You pant out. In his eyes, your entire body was flushed. You were so subtly grinding yourself against his tongue. In his eyes, you were a goddess in touch with her sexuality and femininity. You just needed a small nudge to get there.
He adds a second finger, and he so carefully curls them upwards to gently press right on the spot that made you see stars.
Your hands abandoned the bed, and you grabbed onto his hair. His hazel eyes flutter up at you, and his glasses were pushed up onto his head.
Your orgasm was building quicker than it ever had before. âNanami-! fuck, Iâm gonna..â You try to warn, but heâs already a step ahead of you. His fingers start pumping a big more aggressively, and heâs pointed with his tongue, focusing all his attention on your clit. His tongue swirls in tight circles around the small bundle of nerves.
Your orgasm washes over you as you clench around his fingers, spasming on his face. He continues to thrust his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm on his face and hand. Pressing a few more small kisses to your overly sensitive cunt, he slowly pulls away. âGood girl.â He praises lowly.
Your heart is pounding in your chest as you recover from the best orgasm youâve ever received. Your eyes flutter open weakly to see Nanami ditch his glasses. He uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth and chin dry.
He then places the fingers he so deliciously used to fuck you into his mouth, and he sucks them clean with a satisfied groan.
âYou taste so sweet.â He mumbles as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. It falls to the floor as he starts to unbuckle his belt. You can already feel your arousal building up again as you see the absolute tent in his slacks. Of course the nerd was absolutely hung.
Without another word, his pants and boxers are on the ground. His dick stood hard at attention. It was too heavy to press all the way up towards his stomach. Speaking of stomach, he was absolutely fucking built. He had well-defined solid abs and a broad chest.
You watch carefully as he fists his length a few times. You admire the way the veins bulge from his hands and arms. He wastes no more time: climbing up on top of you. He guides your legs up onto his shoulders, and he leans forward, putting you in a mating press.
His hand suddenly covers your mouth. âSpit.â He orders bluntly.
âW-what-?â
âI didnât stutter. Spit. Unless you want me to go in dry.â
The thought of that sounded like a nightmare, so you gathered as much saliva into your mouth as you could, and you spat into his hand.
He doesnât look phased in the slightest as he lubes himself up with your spit. He lets out a soft breath as the wet sounds of him gliding his hand up and down his cock fill the room. He then wipes his hand off on the bed, and he covers your mouth tightly with his hand. âTry not to be too loud, darling. I donât want anyone to come and bother us.â
He was so fucking confident that he was going to make you noisy. It almost pissed you off, but Nanami was a man of his word.
He aligned himself up with your entrance, and with one deep motion, he buried himself all the way to the hilt. You let out a silent scream into his hand, and your back arches up off the bed. His eyes darken as he lets out a guttural growl.
Your cunt was just too precious to him, squeezing him so perfectly. You were absolutely sopping wet and so goddamn warm. He actually had to bite his tongue to not come prematurely. Once he tasted the hint of metal in his mouth, the urge to finish subsided.
âShhh, shh. Be a good girl. The pain will subside soon.â He assures you quietly as his hips gently rock back and forth shallowly.
âMmmnnf~ K-kento!â You moan into his hand. He hates having to muffle your pretty noises, but he really canât risk getting a noise complaint right now.
âThatâs right, darling.. Take it..â His hips start to roll with a bit more conviction. His thrusts are slow but powerful. Each time he buried himself deep in you, you went all dizzy in the head.
âOh fuck, youâre so pretty like this.â He praises as his other hand holds one of your thighs up for you. Your body is almost slack from how harsh his hips are snapping into you. His leaking tip was bruising your cervix with each brutal thrust.
Nanami wishes he could take a picture right now. Your eyes are all glossed over. Your face is flushed the prettiest shade of pink, and your lips are all puffy and slightly parted. Your babbling utter nonsense as your greedy pussy takes him in with each thrust.
âF-fuck..! So big.. can feel you right here~â You moan as you point towards your lower stomach.
Nanami looks to where youâre pointing, and as if this man needed anymore courage, he begins to fuck you harder.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
âYeah? Yâfeel me in your womb, darling?â He groans. Noise complaint can be damned. He lets your mouth go and grabs your hips as he continues to pound your pretty pussy.
Tears involuntarily spring into your eyes from the sheer intensity. When Nanami said he was going to fuck you to tears, you thought it was just a figure of speech. Nah, you were lying in his bed, crying because the dick was so good.
âLook at me.â He demands as he grabs your blushed cheek and forces you to look up at him. âThis pussyâs mine from now on, understand me?â
âY-yes!â You cry out to him. Your stomach starts to coil with white hot pleasure as your orgasm builds up again.
âTell me you love me when you cum on my cock.â He demands lowly. Youâre too fucked stupid to argue.
The bed squeaks and wails in agony as he his thrusts are growing more erratic and sloppy. You could feel him getting closer and closer to his release as he gets more vocal and noisier too.
Your eyes cross as you feel your body gyrate on him. Your second orgasm crashes over you so suddenly you didnât even have time to warn him. Your soul nearly floats away from you as you feel warm juices flood out from you. âFuck~.. I-.. I love you, Nanami!â You whimper out. In the heat of the moment, it does feel like love.
Such pure pretty words being uttered during such a lewd time. Nanami is instantly emptying himself into you. His dick throbs as he shoots ribbon after ribbon of cum inside of you. His hands are shaking as they hold onto your hips. âNgh.. I love you, darling. Take it.. All of it. Donât waste a drop.â He lowly growls.
The room is quiet as both of you pant softly. After a few moments, you realize you had professed a love to him that you werenât even sure about. Yes, Nanami was attractive physically and mentally. Sure, he was apparently a god in bed, but love???
What if he wasnât even being serious when he told you to say that? He probably didnât even mean it when he said it back. What if you made things weird? Is that why heâs being so silent?
Nanami leans down and presses a small kiss to your forehead. âThat was intense. Are you alright, darling?â He asks affectionately.
You nod weakly, not wanting to frustrate him with your insecure thinking style.
âAre you sure? Iâm not only talking about physically.â He murmurs softly as he slowly allows for your thighs to slip down to around his hips. His hand carefully strokes your cheek.
âI told you I love you..â You murmur out quietly, avoiding his gaze.
He exhales softly in amusement. âYou did do that. It was very sexy. Do you regret saying it?â
âI.. I donât know.â You confess quietly. âYou said it back tooâŚâ
âI did. Seeing your body in such a vulnerable state as you were trusting me with your very essence made me feel full with love.â
You look up at him as he just said the most romantic thing youâve ever heard.
âI donât think I regret it.â
âIâm glad. I donât regret it either.â He smiles and presses another small kiss to your temple.
*** *** ***
âWas that really your first time?â You giggle as the hot water coats your body. Nanamiâs fingers are attentively massaging shampoo into your scalp.
âIt really was.â He laughs quietly. âWhy is it so hard to believe.â
âYou were too good for a virgin.â
âIâm glad my darling thinks so.â He smiles and carefully leans your head back, so the water can rinse the shampoo from your hair.
âWhere did you even learn that stuff from?â You ask curiously, wondering if Nanami just had a secret raging porn addiction.
âI have the horniest friend group. They donât understand the concept of too much information.â
Ah. That makes sense.
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Like you guys know these are characters right? You know they aren't real, right?
#i promise you#you cant convince the chatacters to do what you want#they arent real#also stop getting mad when shit doesnt work out the way you want#again#its not real#turn off the tv#just stop watching#itll help you in the long run if you are this upset over a ship being canon or not#i seriously think some of you guys need either hobbies or actual help from doctors#because its just sad at this point#i dont wanna have to block a ton of people#but jesus christ yall make it hard with this constant fighting nack and forth#abojt whose better#theres no reason yall should be out here calling some people fetishers or shit becUse they ship something#im not gonna say name#but yall know who you are#and if you think âoh no i dont do that#thats the other side!â#you might not be much better tbh#anyone with a 'side' in this is a bit scary to me#why do you care so much#like i get a hyperfixation and shit i really do#but at some point you need to put thr phone down
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How I got scammed
If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/05/cyber-dunning-kruger/#swiss-cheese-security
I wuz robbed.
More specifically, I was tricked by a phone-phisher pretending to be from my bank, and he convinced me to hand over my credit-card number, then did $8,000+ worth of fraud with it before I figured out what happened. And then he tried to do it again, a week later!
Here's what happened. Over the Christmas holiday, I traveled to New Orleans. The day we landed, I hit a Chase ATM in the French Quarter for some cash, but the machine declined the transaction. Later in the day, we passed a little credit-union's ATM and I used that one instead (I bank with a one-branch credit union and generally there's no fee to use another CU's ATM).
A couple days later, I got a call from my credit union. It was a weekend, during the holiday, and the guy who called was obviously working for my little CU's after-hours fraud contractor. I'd dealt with these folks before â they service a ton of little credit unions, and generally the call quality isn't great and the staff will often make mistakes like mispronouncing my credit union's name.
That's what happened here â the guy was on a terrible VOIP line and I had to ask him to readjust his mic before I could even understand him. He mispronounced my bank's name and then asked if I'd attempted to spend $1,000 at an Apple Store in NYC that day. No, I said, and groaned inwardly. What a pain in the ass. Obviously, I'd had my ATM card skimmed â either at the Chase ATM (maybe that was why the transaction failed), or at the other credit union's ATM (it had been a very cheap looking system).
I told the guy to block my card and we started going through the tedious business of running through recent transactions, verifying my identity, and so on. It dragged on and on. These were my last hours in New Orleans, and I'd left my family at home and gone out to see some of the pre-Mardi Gras krewe celebrations and get a muffalata, and I could tell that I was going to run out of time before I finished talking to this guy.
"Look," I said, "you've got all my details, you've frozen the card. I gotta go home and meet my family and head to the airport. I'll call you back on the after-hours number once I'm through security, all right?"
He was frustrated, but that was his problem. I hung up, got my sandwich, went to the airport, and we checked in. It was total chaos: an Alaska Air 737 Max had just lost its door-plug in mid-air and every Max in every airline's fleet had been grounded, so the check in was crammed with people trying to rebook. We got through to the gate and I sat down to call the CU's after-hours line. The person on the other end told me that she could only handle lost and stolen cards, not fraud, and given that I'd already frozen the card, I should just drop by the branch on Monday to get a new card.
We flew home, and later the next day, I logged into my account and made a list of all the fraudulent transactions and printed them out, and on Monday morning, I drove to the bank to deal with all the paperwork. The folks at the CU were even more pissed than I was. The fraud that run up to more than $8,000, and if Visa refused to take it out of the merchants where the card had been used, my little credit union would have to eat the loss.
I agreed and commiserated. I also pointed out that their outsource, after-hours fraud center bore some blame here: I'd canceled the card on Saturday but most of the fraud had taken place on Sunday. Something had gone wrong.
One cool thing about banking at a tiny credit-union is that you end up talking to people who have actual authority, responsibility and agency. It turned out the the woman who was processing my fraud paperwork was a VP, and she decided to look into it. A few minutes later she came back and told me that the fraud center had no record of having called me on Saturday.
"That was the fraudster," she said.
Oh, shit. I frantically rewound my conversation, trying to figure out if this could possibly be true. I hadn't given him anything apart from some very anodyne info, like what city I live in (which is in my Wikipedia entry), my date of birth (ditto), and the last four digits of my card.
Wait a sec.
He hadn't asked for the last four digits. He'd asked for the last seven digits. At the time, I'd found that very frustrating, but now â "The first nine digits are the same for every card you issue, right?" I asked the VP.
I'd given him my entire card number.
Goddammit.
The thing is, I know a lot about fraud. I'm writing an entire series of novels about this kind of scam:
https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865878/thebezzle
And most summers, I go to Defcon, and I always go to the "social engineering" competitions where an audience listens as a hacker in a soundproof booth cold-calls merchants (with the owner's permission) and tries to con whoever answers the phone into giving up important information.
But I'd been conned.
Now look, I knew I could be conned. I'd been conned before, 13 years ago, by a Twitter worm that successfully phished out of my password via DM:
https://locusmag.com/2010/05/cory-doctorow-persistence-pays-parasites/
That scam had required a miracle of timing. It started the day before, when I'd reset my phone to factory defaults and reinstalled all my apps. That same day, I'd published two big online features that a lot of people were talking about. The next morning, we were late getting out of the house, so by the time my wife and I dropped the kid at daycare and went to the coffee shop, it had a long line. Rather than wait in line with me, my wife sat down to read a newspaper, and so I pulled out my phone and found a Twitter DM from a friend asking "is this you?" with a URL.
Assuming this was something to do with those articles I'd published the day before, I clicked the link and got prompted for my Twitter login again. This had been happening all day because I'd done that mobile reinstall the day before and all my stored passwords had been wiped. I entered it but the page timed out. By that time, the coffees were ready. We sat and chatted for a bit, then went our own ways.
I was on my way to the office when I checked my phone again. I had a whole string of DMs from other friends. Each one read "is this you?" and had a URL.
Oh, shit, I'd been phished.
If I hadn't reinstalled my mobile OS the day before. If I hadn't published a pair of big articles the day before. If we hadn't been late getting out the door. If we had been a little more late getting out the door (so that I'd have seen the multiple DMs, which would have tipped me off).
There's a name for this in security circles: "Swiss-cheese security." Imagine multiple slices of Swiss cheese all stacked up, the holes in one slice blocked by the slice below it. All the slices move around and every now and again, a hole opens up that goes all the way through the stack. Zap!
The fraudster who tricked me out of my credit card number had Swiss cheese security on his side. Yes, he spoofed my bank's caller ID, but that wouldn't have been enough to fool me if I hadn't been on vacation, having just used a pair of dodgy ATMs, in a hurry and distracted. If the 737 Max disaster hadn't happened that day and I'd had more time at the gate, I'd have called my bank back. If my bank didn't use a slightly crappy outsource/out-of-hours fraud center that I'd already had sub-par experiences with. If, if, if.
The next Friday night, at 5:30PM, the fraudster called me back, pretending to be the bank's after-hours center. He told me my card had been compromised again. But: I hadn't removed my card from my wallet since I'd had it replaced. Also, it was half an hour after the bank closed for the long weekend, a very fraud-friendly time. And when I told him I'd call him back and asked for the after-hours fraud number, he got very threatening and warned me that because I'd now been notified about the fraud that any losses the bank suffered after I hung up the phone without completing the fraud protocol would be billed to me. I hung up on him. He called me back immediately. I hung up on him again and put my phone into do-not-disturb.
The following Tuesday, I called my bank and spoke to their head of risk-management. I went through everything I'd figured out about the fraudsters, and she told me that credit unions across America were being hit by this scam, by fraudsters who somehow knew CU customers' phone numbers and names, and which CU they banked at. This was key: my phone number is a reasonably well-kept secret. You can get it by spending money with Equifax or another nonconsensual doxing giant, but you can't just google it or get it at any of the free services. The fact that the fraudsters knew where I banked, knew my name, and had my phone number had really caused me to let down my guard.
The risk management person and I talked about how the credit union could mitigate this attack: for example, by better-training the after-hours card-loss staff to be on the alert for calls from people who had been contacted about supposed card fraud. We also went through the confusing phone-menu that had funneled me to the wrong department when I called in, and worked through alternate wording for the menu system that would be clearer (this is the best part about banking with a small CU â you can talk directly to the responsible person and have a productive discussion!). I even convinced her to buy a ticket to next summer's Defcon to attend the social engineering competitions.
There's a leak somewhere in the CU systems' supply chain. Maybe it's Zelle, or the small number of corresponding banks that CUs rely on for SWIFT transaction forwarding. Maybe it's even those after-hours fraud/card-loss centers. But all across the USA, CU customers are getting calls with spoofed caller IDs from fraudsters who know their registered phone numbers and where they bank.
I've been mulling this over for most of a month now, and one thing has really been eating at me: the way that AI is going to make this kind of problem much worse.
Not because AI is going to commit fraud, though.
One of the truest things I know about AI is: "we're nowhere near a place where bots can steal your job, we're certainly at the point where your boss can be suckered into firing you and replacing you with a bot that fails at doing your job":
https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/15/passive-income-brainworms/#four-hour-work-week
I trusted this fraudster specifically because I knew that the outsource, out-of-hours contractors my bank uses have crummy headsets, don't know how to pronounce my bank's name, and have long-ass, tedious, and pointless standardized questionnaires they run through when taking fraud reports. All of this created cover for the fraudster, whose plausibility was enhanced by the rough edges in his pitch - they didn't raise red flags.
As this kind of fraud reporting and fraud contacting is increasingly outsourced to AI, bank customers will be conditioned to dealing with semi-automated systems that make stupid mistakes, force you to repeat yourself, ask you questions they should already know the answers to, and so on. In other words, AI will groom bank customers to be phishing victims.
This is a mistake the finance sector keeps making. 15 years ago, Ben Laurie excoriated the UK banks for their "Verified By Visa" system, which validated credit card transactions by taking users to a third party site and requiring them to re-enter parts of their password there:
https://web.archive.org/web/20090331094020/http://www.links.org/?p=591
This is exactly how a phishing attack works. As Laurie pointed out, this was the banks training their customers to be phished.
I came close to getting phished again today, as it happens. I got back from Berlin on Friday and my suitcase was damaged in transit. I've been dealing with the airline, which means I've really been dealing with their third-party, outsource luggage-damage service. They have a terrible website, their emails are incoherent, and they officiously demand the same information over and over again.
This morning, I got a scam email asking me for more information to complete my damaged luggage claim. It was a terrible email, from a noreply@ email address, and it was vague, officious, and dishearteningly bureaucratic. For just a moment, my finger hovered over the phishing link, and then I looked a little closer.
On any other day, it wouldn't have had a chance. Today â right after I had my luggage wrecked, while I'm still jetlagged, and after days of dealing with my airline's terrible outsource partner â it almost worked.
So much fraud is a Swiss-cheese attack, and while companies can't close all the holes, they can stop creating new ones.
Meanwhile, I'll continue to post about it whenever I get scammed. I find the inner workings of scams to be fascinating, and it's also important to remind people that everyone is vulnerable sometimes, and scammers are willing to try endless variations until an attack lands at just the right place, at just the right time, in just the right way. If you think you can't get scammed, that makes you especially vulnerable:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/24/passive-income/#swiss-cheese-security
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Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week #24
June 21-28 2024
The US Surgeon General declared for the first time ever, firearm violence a public health crisis. The nation's top doctor recommended the banning of assault weapons and large-capacity magazines, the introduce universal background checks for purchasing guns, regulate the industry, pass laws that would restrict their use in public spaces and penalize people who fail to safely store their weapons. President Trump dismissed Surgeon General Dr. Vivek Murthy in 2017 in part for his criticism of guns before his time in government, he was renominated for his post by President Biden in 2021. While the Surgeon General's reconstructions aren't binding a similar report on the risks of smoking in 1964 was the start of a national shift toward regulation of tobacco.
Vice-President Harris announced the first grants to be awarded through a ground breaking program to remove barriers to building more housing. Under President Biden more housing units are under construction than at any time in the last 50 years. Vice President Harris was announcing 85 million dollars in grants giving to communities in 21 states through the  Pathways to Removing Obstacles to Housing (PRO) program. The administration plans another 100 million in PRO grants at the end of the summer and has requested 100 million more for next year. The Treasury also announced it'll moved 100 million of left over Covid funds toward housing. All of this is part of plans to build 2 million affordable housing units and invest $258 billion in housing overall.
President Biden pardoned all former US service members convicted under the US Military's ban on gay sex. The pardon is believed to cover 2,000 veterans convicted of "consensual sodomy". Consensual sodomy was banned and a felony offense under the Uniform Code of Justice from 1951 till 2013. The Pardon will wipe clean those felony records and allow veterans to apply to change their discharge status.
The Department of Transportation announced $1.8 Billion in new infrastructure building across all 50 states, 4 territories and Washington DC. The program focuses on smaller, often community-oriented projects that span jurisdictions. This award saw a number of projects focused on climate and energy, like $25 million to help repair damage caused by permafrost melting amid higher temperatures in Alaska, or $23 million to help electrify the Downeast bus fleet in Maine.
The Department of Energy announced $2.7 billion to support domestic sources of nuclear fuel. The Biden administration hopes to build up America's domestic nuclear fuel to allow for greater stability and lower costs. Currently Russia is the world's top exporter of enriched uranium, supplying 24% of US nuclear fuel.
The Department of Interior awarded $127 million to 6 states to help clean up legacy pollution from orphaned oil and gas wells. The funding will help cap 600 wells in Alaska, Arizona, Indiana, New York and Ohio. So far thanks to administration efforts over 7,000 orphaned wells across the country have been capped, reduced approximately 11,530 metric tons of carbon dioxide equivalent emissions
HUD announced $469 million to help remove dangerous lead from older homes. This program will focus on helping homeowners particularly low income ones remove lead paint and replace lead pipes in homes built before 1978. This represents one of the largest investments by the federal government to help private homeowners deal with a health and safety hazard.
Bonus: President Biden's efforts to forgive more student debt through his administration's SAVE plan hit a snag this week when federal courts in Kansas and Missouri blocked elements the Administration also suffered a set back at the Supreme Court as its efforts to regular smog causing pollution was rejected by the conservative majority in a 5-4 ruling that saw Amy Coney Barrett join the 3 liberals against the conservatives. This week's legal setbacks underline the importance of courts and the ability to nominate judges and Justices over the next 4 years.
#Thanks Biden#Joe Biden#politics#us politics#american politics#election 2024#gun control#gun violence#LGBT rights#gay rights#Pride#housing#climate change
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