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Strobbing Lights, Circled Calendars

harry castillo x younger fem!reader

summary: of course you're bound to see him here -- harry castillo, one of your dad's bestfriends and main sponsors of this gala. you'll need a mountain of champagne to make it through the night without losing your temper, but harry has never made it easy.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, (eventual) smut, foes to hoes, (one sided) enemies to lovers, angst, rich ppl (yes that's a warning), slowburn, reader may be a bit of a cunt (sorry if this x reader fic is mischaracterizing u), ft. dbf!harry (love this trope so much and had to squeeze it in, my bad)

word count: 3,898 words

side note: I KNOW the movie isn't out yet but the mental illness and hypefixiation combo is killing my ass lately. besides, i alr posted this in wattpad (oc version tho), and thought why shouldn't i post it here too; we all deserve rich sugar daddy gentleman pedro AMIRITE ++pls i wanna see ur comments and reblogs, lemme know what u think!!! :,) we're still far far away from that type of interaction wINk WoNK so for now, enjoy(??) their annoying banter and try to get my vision okBYE

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Your parents divorced when you were a kid.

Your birthday had been a day before, the sun casting it's rays as your feet walked barefoot through the marble frigid floors; it could've been an omen about the cold to come. Around you, staff scrubbed floors with remanents of confetti. Some balloons were still standing in the garden. There was some leftover cake in the fridge.

"Y/n. You're awake"

Your father's gaze was one of pity. You were too young to understand that.

"Where's mommy?"

You hadn't even opened the mountain of presents awaiting in the living room and Sofía Reyes was gone.

She never came back.

Maybe that's why you hate your birthday. Maybe that's why you hate marriages. Love. It was a cruel lie sold to you and then taken away, to be locked behind a part of you that died the day you turned eight. You were forced to grow up, devoid of the loving touch of a mother who didn't hesitate to leave you behind like the discarded dolls you tore that day, futile attempts of replicating her touch with the maids, a sea of faces who failed to last long, characters broken by your desperate wails and short temper.

All you had was the rage of an unloved child. Hate.

Hate turned into resent, then barely a quiet rage, enough to carry you through cold interactions and your father's second, third, fourth, now fifth marriage. Enough to fuel the determination that had driven you to excel in your classes. Conquer. Crush. No one dared to mess with you. And that's what made you raise to the top: the best of the very best. Paired with your father's money and contacts, a few years later and you were New York's most sought after divorce lawyer.

It filled you with a wicked pride. A cruel sense of satisfaction of some sorts. May be the power of ending what once was love, and now had dwindled into apathy, bitterness or just the cold silence of a foretold death, ending with just the twisted knife of your signature. In a way, it made you feel like a god: capable of doing and undoing what people considered sacred. You laughed about that. Forever was, indeed, the sweetest con.

You didn't believe in love.

And you were final about it, just like with everything else.

"Mrs. Wallace is outside" your secretary's voice chimes in. You told her to stop using the phone and instead come to your door directly: you never know when you could answer and it'd be your dad, the last person you want to hear ask you about anything going on in your life. "Should I tell her to come in?"

Your latest client. About to end a marriage of almost two decades because her husband cheated. The goal? Keep her lavish lifestyle, which meant winning a part of his money.

Of course, she had come to your office for help.

"Yes. Thank you"

You search for her file in your computer, feeling disoriented all of a sudden.

"Um, I'm sorry, Caro" she stops on her tracks at your office's door. "What day is today?"

"June 17th"

It's today.

Carolina quirks an eyebrow, and you hate the way she squints her eyes, as if to decipher you.

"Should I clear your schedule for the rest of the day?"

A beat goes by.

"No" you resume your typing, probably to avoid her gaze or to busy yourself. Maybe both. "As a matter of fact, pack it up as much as you can"

She sighs, turning her heels, not before looking at you one last time.

"Happy birthday, Ms. Beaumont"

She leaves you alone, closing the door softly after her. The Reyes is silent, as the room. You shake your head, typing your thoughts away.

There is nothing to celebrate.

The door flings open, the loud click of heels against your office floors. You just hope Mrs. Wallace doesn't ruin your handmade carpet from Morocco with her shoes.

"Hello, Y/n!" her voice may be annoying, but at least she took the weight of your last name off. "Ugh, I've been dying to see you"

"It's good to see you too, Mrs. Wallace"

"Drop that. Just Mia" winking while placing her Hermès on the chair to her side. "And it's all thanks to you"

Mia isn't an awful person, just annoying. Annoyingly rich.

You pull out a stack of documents neatly organized inside a carpet.

"Okay, so I just need you to check this documents-"

"No need" she's quick to dissmiss coolly, in that elegant yet frigid way of her kind. Then, her red lips (try to) form a smile through her botox injections. "Do me a favor and entertain this soon to be divorcee, dear. Show me your client list, maybe set me up with another hot-"

You let out your first real laugh in a while.

"Oh, you're funny Mia! But I'm not a matchmaker" you lean back in your chair, giving you a perfect peek of your degree, diploma and doctorate. You smile, satisfied. "See those behind you? I don't bring couples together. I tear them apart"

She stares at you, dumbfounded.

"That was cold" Mia deadpans.

Bit ironic, innit?

You shrug, unbothered. "It's my job and I'm the best. Which is why you came to me, right?"

She nods, slowly.

"Well then!" you clasp your hands together, startling the blonde woman. "Let's get back to what matters, shall we? I promise you that pathetic excuse of a husband you have named Mark will pay"

There's only two things you know: money and heartbreak. Born into New York's posh society, all your life you've been surrounded by the lavish of the elite world: a world that smells like unaffordable cologne, brands, burnt cigars, exclusivity and superciliousity.

You're as familiar with extravangance and parties as you are with big lonely houses and no one to call when you're down. It is all a blur of strenuous music of bars and drinks down, but when it's quiet, it's all about the silence like someone has died.

It's the price to pay, you think as you look down, to the tiny passerby walking on the bustling streets. You like to wonder about their lives and if they're happier than you, a secret torture kept hidden between you and the glass walls of your office at the firm.

You're already thinking what movie you'll choose for tonight as Joaquín, your personal chauffeur, drives up to your apartment.

He opens the door for you, lending a hand.

"Have a good night, Ms. Y/n"

For some reason, be it his respect for your chosen aphony or the familiarity not to be confused with warmth, you let him address you by your name, unlike the rest of your staff.

"Thank you" a word so small and repetitive yet foreign in your lips.

No congratulations, but his last look over the shoulder and nod may be. He probably is the only one who has seen the faces of distate as you answered your phone through his rearview mirror, displeased at the words of supposed affection of your acquaintances.

As you step inside, the bright lights and minimalist decoration wash over your tired form.

"Ms. Beaumont" it's your concierge. Your feet are killing you, and all you want is to take a bath and order some sushi. Not more human interactions for the day. "There's someone waiting for you"

Just what you needed.

"It's nine, Clark" you seethe his name, rolling your eyes. "Who could possibly need me?"

"Hey, little one"

Never have those words felt more out of place. He has never felt more out of place.

"Dad" you force a smile. He takes some strides across the lobby until he's stading in front of you, close as to see the new spots on his skin but not enough to be at hug's length. It's not like you ever did. "You could've called, you know?"

To say those two words I could care less about.

"It's important" he makes a gesture of remembering. "Oh! Happy birthday, by the way" you didn't expect less, "how much is it?"

Of course he didn't cross half Manhattan to congratulate you.

"Twenty-six" you reply, nonchalant.

"Time flies by, does it?" he tries to sound nostalgic, but it falls flat and artificial, as a rehearsed speech. It all felt like that, anyways.

"It does" you cut his bullshit off. "What do you want?"

He laughs, loudly. "Ah, that's my girl! Look at you" he points your suit, making your cheeks flare up between anger and embarrassement. "In this tight attire, talking like a bussiness woman!"

Your father looked as if you had slapped him in his face when you told him you wanted to be a lawyer. He could've cut you off, but you were his only family. I will make you proud, you assured him. At the end of the day, above all, you were still a daughter. So you used his money and your skills to build where you stand today. Despite it all, he still found ways to put you down and make you feel eighteen again, as the weak little girl who quietly cried herself to sleep, Yale acceptance letter tucked harshly in the trash.

But he started this.

Your father would never understand this choice was his fault.

"Now, let's talk, then" you snicker a small finally in there. "Impatient one, as always. Aren't you? Here, take a look for yourself"

He hands you an envelope. It doesn't take you two to put the pieces together.

"You're kidding me, right?"

"Annabelle is sick" he's quick to explain. "I want you to come with me"

Sick could mean many things: the flu, sick of me... Maybe he'll show up in a few months at your office to end his fifth.

You quirk an eyebrow, annoyed. "Do you want me or need me to?"

"Whatever suits you" he adopts that posture of his, as to indicate the conversation is over. "I just need you to be there"

Not an option. You eye the envelope again, tearing it open. The first words you see, big in bold are Open Bar. You place the invitation inside again, not bothering to read the rest. That's enough for now.

"I will be"

If you knew all that was to come, you would've declined.

The image of your father on the lobby of your apartment, one he just hadn't bothered to visit since you moved in two years ago, has been in your mind since last night.

Why was he there? It must've been important.

"What do you mean you were busy?" your friend, Rachel, huffs. You roll your eyes at her over the top voice for a simple conversation at brunch. Your head pounds, probably for tonight's event or the guilty bottle of wine emptied alone now turned hangover.

"I was working" you reply, stuffing a bit of salad on your mouth to avoid a gag.

"You're always working" she's quick to counter. "You're supposed to have fun in your birthday! And, you know, reply to your friend's texts"

You look at a spot on the white tablecloth.

"You know I'm not one to celebrate my birthday. We can go out any other day you'd like"

Rachel twirls a loose strand of her curly ginger hair, absentminded.

"You still ignored me"

You stiffle a laugh. "Should I apologize?"

"You never do" she leans back on her seat. "By the way, what's that?"

Your phone chimes in again, as on cue.

"Ugh, it's Nessa. No idea? My personal stylist, Rach" you turn off your phone, annoyed. "I don't get the point of validating my appointment. If I booked it last minute, urgently, why would I cancel?"

Rachel wiggles her brows, teasingly.

"Is it for a date? Please tell me it's for a date"

Last time you went on one, it was last year; you just didn't want to go to Rachel's New Year's Eve party alone. You haven't spoken to Barret (or was it Baxter?) ever since.

"It's a gala" you sigh.

"That's pretty much the same to me" she raises her glass. "Any cute boys going?"

"I didn't check the invitation. My dad forced me to go" you yawn. "Is it important, anyway? It's for amFAR. Won't be the first nor the last of the year"

"Figures. My dad is going" she casually mentions, diving back to her forgotten croissant.

"Wait" a beat. "If my dad and your dad are going, then-"

"Harry Castillo" you seethe.

He's in the back, surrounded by a crowd, wrapped around his finger. He may be aware, by his charming smile. All the world, licking at his hand for scraps of his precious attention, hovering around as dirty flies over the most exquisite banquet. Harry is like the sun: everyone can't help but orbit around him, drawn by his light.

But he was never like the others.

Which is why you despised him.

Him, who is now walking towards you with purposeful strides and a polite smile.

"Ah, David!" his voice utters in a deep tone. It's cheerful, too cheerful for a gala full of the cold echo of cutlery and rehearsed smiles. "How's Annabelle?"

"Sick" he smiles, but it sounds scornful. "Do you remember my daughter, Y/n? She's here on behalf of her"

Your father offers the same tight smile your way. Behave, as if you were the same little kid who cried to be taken home.

He lets out a boisterous laugh. "Of course I do"

Him, who knew exactly how to get under your skin: could be the way his brown orbs shine with sincere warmth as he leans forward, or his tone, charged with an autority that demanded respect. Like the world owed him a favor just for existing. But it is too the way he takes in your hand, chapped lips pressing against the soft of your skin, the sound of a kiss as he whispers your name like he owns it: as if Harry Castillo was the only man capable of saying it.

You can feel his moustache scratch your palm. Can feel his cologne start to invade your nostrils. Your mind. Your common sense. Your head spins, but you haven't even had a drink yet.

What is happening and why does he look at you like he knows?

"Always a gentleman, my friend" your father bursts your train of thoughts.

"Someone has to" he replies, velvet voice laced with something you can't quite place.

Why does he affect you so much, down to the marrow of your silver bones?

"Don't you think so, Y/n?"

"What?"

"The world needs more people" your father speaks, "like Harry"

More people with gelled curls pulled backwards. With expensive cologne that enters the room before they did, as intoxicating as their presence. With more new spots on their skin, blooming as the grays that have started to sprout between the chocolate of their hair.

More people who preferred a dinner and conversation over a club and a drink. Who took their time to search all of Manhattan for the perfect bouquet. That kissed with a force so inebriating, your cheeks turned vinious and body went limp.

More people who still believed in love. Good old-fashioned lover boys.

You purse your lips. "Sure thing. Would be wonderful"

Harry Castillo gives you his best smile. "I'm glad you agree"

You so desperately need a drink.

Outside, the world seems quiet.

Just at your feet, cars zoom and people walk, sounds beating raw with the hearbeat of a city that never sleeps.

But up here, you like the con of a lull night.

For a moment, it's like the world let's you breath, and no matter how much you love the club's strobbing lights and loud beat, or the sharp edge of words thrown in the court's enclosed space, you would still choose this fleeting moment of calm.

Your heart has never felt at peace.

"You have a bit of a habit of running away, don't you?"

Your breath steadies a bit. Like you expected this to happen.

"And you have one of prying into other people's bussiness"

Just like that, your wall is up again, long gone the sense of silent ease.

He chuckles, lightly so. "It's kind of what I do for a living. Guess old habits die hard"

Speaking of which, he pulls out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Do you mind?"

You look at him, puzzled. He pats his pristine suit, then shoots you an apologetic smile.

"I seem to have forgotten my lighter"

"I quit"

He raises an eyebrow. "Good for you" but his tone is full of mockery.

Like he doesn't believe you to be capable of holding to your promises.

Surrendering to Harry felt easy, not humiliating. It's not like you would be the first, nor last to do so.

"I still carry some for emergencies"

It's the same lighter he's seen all this years, accompanying you on lonely balconies and packed rooms, yet looking as new as the day you were given so, because you had a knack for caring too much.

It had an S, a B and an R, but even as he heard some things, he never dared to ask why you treasured it so much.

"Is this an emergency enough?"

The corner of his lips curve upwards at the same time he leans closer. You recognize the Myrrhe Mystère he's bathed his honeyed skin in.

You flicker the light once.

"Come closer and find out"

You flick it again, and it's just him and you, in that terrace, the wind blowing hard but not enough to kill the flame: for a moment, barely seconds, the blaze bathes his auburn eyes in a warm glow, as if they were the very same fire in your hand.

"There you go" voice impossibly soft.

This is hate: the way your breaths seems to mingle with your pulse, paused. Afraid to reveal more than meets the eye. The way your voice reduces to a whisper, as if speaking loudly would give your thoughts away.

This is the real reason you hate him: because no matter how many roads you take, the world is a sphere, and at the end of the day, it all leads to Harry Castillo's irritating, irksome and exasperating way of haunting your mind when you give him just a small space.

But that was him. Demanding. It was never enough. He needed more: even in the scope of your thoughts. Consuming. As the cigarette that hangs from his lips.

"Thanks" he pulls back, taking a drag. "Aren't you a doll?"

You remain emotionless. You try. Try, try, try.

"Dolls don't speak. They just look pretty"

Another drag. Slow. Your eyes drift to the shape of his mouth.

His eyes find yours, smirking. "Then you're already halfway there"

You give him your back, already done with this conversation. But he isn't: something about rich people and not knowing how to lose. You know it all too well, carry the disease yourself.

Harry Castillo always needs to have the last word. Like the last bullet of a gun.

It's got to land.

"You know, you're just like your dad"

The bitter aftertaste of champagne bubbles up your throat. You turn around, with pounding head and heart.

"I'm his daughter" you reply.

"I mean you're shit at pretending"

You laugh, incredulously. "Oh, aren't you a know it all? What, is that your job too?"

"Sometimes, we enjoy doing things that aren't our duty. Nonetheless, they capture our interest"

You feel a myriad of things: angry, humiliated, brave, stupid. Briefly reminds you of Rufus, your dad's old hunting dog. When he got sick, he got mean and angry. Bit the hand of his owner and licked it after.

"And what could I possibly offer to capture yours?"

He smiles. You feel him walk closer, cut the distance between your cold bodies, until the green of his ring becomes clear in your visual field.

"Your inability to keep your lies alive"

You forget how to breath until his arm brushes past yours. He kills the cigarette with a learnt casualty, the flame going out with a hss. His body remains rooted in place, caging you against the cold metal until it presses on the bare back your dress shows.

"Fuck you, Harry" you seethe.

How he always managed to ruin your day was a mystery, but it's always been like this: the push and pull, until someone gives in.

Small cuts until the wound is too big to ignore.

Dards thrown against the biggest of dartboards to exist, where every hit hurts.

"S' not the first time I've been told so" he chuckles. "Not by you, either. Looking forward to that"

The bewilderment in your face must be obvious by the way he smiles, sadly so. He starts to walk away, back to the on-going party.

"Hey! Where are you going?" you shout, "this isn't over yet"

You think he mumbles a You can't have it all.

"I can" you feel your body shake with vitriol. "Don't you know who I am?"

Why do you keep letting him get away with it?

You tell yourself each time that this is it, but it's impossible to ignore how he always makes you lose the mask you have carefully crafted.

He's like a mirror, but where light meets his reflection, you meet the darks of his shadow. It's like his sole purpose it's to remind you of the filth within you and the heavy weight of the crown with your father's last name. The more you stare at his eyes, the easier is to pick apart the flaws you know but don't feel in yourself to change.

It's like he knows you. Like Harry truly sees you for who you are: past your silver spoon, your spiteful remarks meant to wound, night life, expensive brands and opulence.

Worst part? He doesn't seem to mind the crisp of your rotten skin. You don't, either: a burnt child loves the fire.

"I do" he replies, his soft remark washing over your ember flaming anger. "But do you?"

You let him walk away. It's too much. You look at the the expanse of water surrounding the island, all to not drown on his eyes and the thoughts in your head he always makes you second-guess.

Pathetic.

Then, one final time, he turns around, glancing at you deeply, as if remembering something.

"I know it was yesterday but, happy birthday, Y/n" whispered in a fragile breath that gets lost in the sea of buildings and smog of Manhattan.

It lingers. Like his perfume over your clothes and the smell of the smashed cigarrette against the railing. It too lingers like the weight that's pressed over your chest and you can't name.

He doesn't wait for an answer. You don't have one.

And then he leaves.

You look to the skycrapers, coldly trying to replicate the beauty of the stars above, trying to reach the sky but falling short.

Trying, trying, trying.

You close your eyes and breath.

Falling, falling, falling.

Two words. Almost two decades of hating it. All it took was Harry Castillo's mouth to utter them as if it was important.

You shake your head in disbelief.

Because, for the first time in a lifetime, your birthday feels like it matters.

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Can you please write a tiger hybrid Gojo x deer hybrid female reader Noncon

Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please 😭🎀💖😫

Lust~

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physical and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, tiger hybrid Gojo, deer hybrid reader, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Y/n's POV

"are you the new girl?" I heard someone asked me when I entered my new college. I turned around and saw a girl with short brown hair, a cigarette in her hand. "Yes.... I'm y/n... and you?" I asked. "I'm Shoko. Nice to meet you" she said and gave me a hug. "Why are you so nervous? I mean you seem so nervous" she asked. "Oh nothing.... it's just....my first day" I replied.

"goshhhhhh.... you're nervous for that?are you kidding me? Don't be nervous... I'm here with you " she said with a bright smile. I returned her the smile. "Thank you so much " I said. "Mention not " she replied. We started walking towards our class. "So? What hybrid are you?" She asked. "Me? I'm deer..." I replied.

"oh the rare one" Shoko said. I nodded. "And you?" I asked. "I'm a cat" she replied. "Ohhhh... cool" I said. She smiled "yeah". We were walking through the corridor and heard a female voice "good morning, Shoko" she said. We both turned around.

There was standing a pretty girl. She had blue hair tied up in a ponytail. "Oh good morning, Mei-saan" Shoko said. Then the girl looked at me. "Are you new here? I haven't seen you here" she asked. "Yes she's new....her name is y/n" Shoko replied.

"oh... nice to meet you, y/n.... I'm Mei Mei" she greeted. "Nice to meet you too, Mei-saan " I greeted het back. Then we went to the class room. Mei Mei went to her seat. Shoko told me to sit beside her. I did as well. We were sitting there and talking with each other.

I felt like someone was starting at me. So I checked around me. I saw a guy with white hair and bright blue eyes. He was looking at me but when I looked at him he immediately looked away and started talking with his friends. I thought maybe he was looking because I'm new here but he seemed weird. I turned around to Shoko.

"um Shoko?" I asked. "Yes?" She asked back. "Who's that guy? The white haired guy...?" I asked. "You mean him?" She asked. "Yes" I replied. "Girl just stay away from him... he's an asshole. I don't know what all these girls sees in him. Do not talk to him. if he wants to get close just ignore him. Okay?" She said.

"okay... but why are you saying it?" I asked. "Okay lemme tell you... his name is Gojo Satoru. And the thing is he's the son of the biggest mafia here. Everyone fears him. He's strong tho... He does too many illegal things like his dad. And the worst thing is he's a tiger hybrid. And I'm suggesting you to stay away because 1. He's a dangerous mafia and 2. You're a deer hybrid which is tiger's favourite animal. And I know he'll definitely hit on you because as I said you're the only deer hybrid here. And believe me he's the worst guy.... I'm saying this for your safety, girlie" Shoko explained.

I was in shock after hearing that. "That's too much.... anyways I don't wanna get in any trouble. But he doesn't know I'm a deer hybrid" I said. "He's a tiger hybrid, darlo....he can sense anything and he can get any information he wants" Shoko said. "Okay okay.... just.... just gonna ignore him" I said. She winked at me.

When I looked back again I saw a guy entering the classroom. That guy was so handsome. He has black long hair tied up in a bun, sharp eyes. My heat almost stopped when I saw him. I looked back at Shoko again. "Girl girl girl.... who's that guy????" I asked pointing at the guy.

"don't tell me you like him" Shoko said. "Why??? He's so handsome" I said with a pouty face. "He is Geto Suguru. He's a fox hybrid. And he is Gojo's best friend. He may seem so innocent but don't believe him either. They both are dangerous" Shoko said. I sighed "fine" I said. Shoko chuckled.

Gojo's POV

It was again a normal day in our college. I went inside of our classroom towards my friends. "Yoooo" I said and hi-fied with my friends. "What happened, Sukuna? You seem off?" I asked. "Nah... I'm just kinda sleepy today" he replied. I nodded. I heard some girls laughing. Then I looked at the door and saw Shoko. I was about to turn my head back to my friends when I spotted another girl behind her.

I never saw her before here. Is she new here? God she's so pretty. Girls like her exist? I questioned myself. Her eyes are so pretty. I think she's a deer hybrid. "Yo boys.... who's that girl?" I asked my friends. "I think she's the new student sir was talking about yesterday " one of them replied. I nodded. Then Suguru entered.

"what y'all talking about?" Suguru asked. "That girl... she's new here .... she's pretty" I replied. "Oh .... Satoru gotta crush huh?" He teased. I rolled my eyes. When I looked at her again she was looking at Suguru. Does she like him? Who cares? I'm still gonna have her. "Btw I saw her talking with Mei Mei outside" Suguru said. "Mei Mei? That's easy now" I replied with a smirk.

It was almost a week. And she's ignoring me?! All those girls die to date me and she's ignoring my offers?! All those hints I'm giving her by putting flowers in front of her droom room door every morning and she's ignoring me? Ignoring the Gojo Satoru? Today when we were in our class I spotted Mei Mei and called her.

"what?" She asked. "You have to a work" I said. "What work?" She asked. "You know I'm throwing halloween party two days later? You have to take y/n there" I said. "Y/n? She has a crush on Geto" she said. So I guessed right. "Anyways why am I gonna do that? She's a deer hybrid and you're a tiger hybrid, she'll be scared of you" She asked. "100 k" I replied. "Your work will be done" she replied and I smirked.

Y/n's POV

It was the party night and I just got ready in the costume Mei Mei gave me. "Mei-saan don't you think this bunny costume is too revealing?" I asked. "Come on y/n.... you look sexy " she replied. "But-" I was about to reply her when she cuts me off "y/n.... believe me.... and we all friends will be there too" she said. "Okay then.... let's go" I replied.

First I spotted Shoko. She was in a cow girl costume. "Shoko, you're looking stunning!" I said. "Stop girl you're looking Fucking sexy!" She replied. "Do you think this is too revealing?" I asked. "No... it's fine... you look sexy.... revealing clothes suits you" she said and winked.

We we're having fun. Then after a few hours Shoko said she'll come back haibara her boyfriend is calling her. I said okay and went to the drinks counter.

Gojo's POV

I didn't noticed when y/n came in my party. I noticed her when I was chatting with my friends and I spotted her near the drinks counter. Fuck she looks so hot! How am I supposed to control myself when she's looking so damn. I think Mei Mei did a great job. "Yo Gojo, what happened?" Sukuna asked.

"y/n happened" I replied. All of their eyes went to her. "Damn....that bitch looks sexy" Sukuna same. I gave him a glare. "Chill I'm just giving a compliment" Sukuna replied with a chuckle. "Weren't you saying she has a crush on me, Satoru?" Suguru asked. "Yupp she does" I replied. "Fine.... lemme help you with your plan. Go to the balcony in front of your room after 5 minutes" Suguru said with a wink and I understood what he meant.

Y/n's POV

I was about to order a drink when a male figure came beside me. "Hello.... your name is y/n, right?" He said. I turned my head and saw Geto standing there. And oh my God. He was in a pirate costume and he was looking so hottttt. "Yes" I replied with a smile. Shoko isn't here that means I can talk to him for a moment.

"you're looking great" he said. "T-thanks.... you looking great too tonight " I replied. "Just tonight?" He asked tilting his head aside. I blushed. "N-No i-i.... I mean every day " I said. "So you do notice me every day?" He asked with a smirk. Then he chuckled. "I'm kidding " he said. "Wanna talk somewhere private? Too much loud music playing here" he asked. "Yeah sure " I replied. He took my hand and led me.

We were standing in a balcony and talking about each other. "Oh I forgot my phone.... can you wait for a moment? I'm gonna come back here" he said. "Yes yes it's okay" I replied. He leaves from there. And I was standing there and waiting for Geto to come back. I heard some footsteps coming. That means Geto is coming, right?

But my smile dropped when I saw who was standing there. Gojo Satoru. Why is he here. "You don't seem happy to see me here" he said walking towards me. My heartbeat was rising. "I-i... I should go it's already too late-" I said and tried to walk past him. But he wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me against him.

"tsk tsk tsk.... not now" he said and picked me up with his one hand and started walking. "W-wait what are you doing!" I panicked. Then I saw he opened a room's door. "W-wait put me down...let me go" I said with panic. He put me down after he entered the room. That was a luxurious room. He locked the door.

"wait let me go outside" I said. "There's nothing interesting happening outside, sweetheart" he replied and started walking towards me. I started baking up. I felt like I am a prey. "Gojo P-Please stop there" I said. "Ah....so you finally took my name.... now call me Satoru not Gojo" he said.

He was now standing in front of me there's no way escaping now the back of my foot already touched the bed. My eyes filled with tears from fear. "P-Please" I begged. He pushed both of us on the bed. "Do you really think begging gonna work?" He said and chuckled. I struggled beneath him and tried to push him away.

I screamed Geto's name for help. "Getooooo please help me!!!!" I cried out. "Oh you think he's gonna come? That's funny" Gojo said and tore off my costume. My cries grew louder. "A deer hybrid in a slutty bunny costume looks great.... and looks even more great without them" he said with an evil smirk.

With that he pressed his lips on mine. I tried to push him away but his grip was too strong. I can't even move myself. He was kissing me too roughly. I couldn't breathe. He grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head which was already soaked with the rain water. My boobs bounced out. He looked at those with lust in his eyes. His eyes shined in the dim light. He didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensetion. I grabbed his hair and tried to stop him by pulling it but it didn't even effect on him. "G-gojo stopppp" I screamed but he didn't stop. "It's Satoru, darling "

Then he took off my pantie. He looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " so wet. You naughty little slut, getting wet for me huh?". Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pants.

His dick sprang out. It was too big and too thick. "Look... this is what you have done to me..." he said while stroking his dick. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " G-gojo no no no... P-please no... s-stop" I begged but didn't even listen to me and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I screamed. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thrusting in and out roughly. I was through my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he liked it so much. His thrust became harder and harder.

I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thrust I came. He was still thrusting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh... I don't want this ..." I moaned. Suddenly I felt his teeth gazing at my neck. "No no no d-don't please don't Mark me please " I cried out. He just ignored my please and bite my neck harshly. I dig my nails more deeper into his back as he Marked me. He continued thrusting. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. He fell beside me on the bed.

I didn't have the power to move or sit up. "Don't cover the mark tomorrow I want the whole college to see it...... and oh by the way your beloved crush Suguru helped with this" he declared. No that can't be.... Geto won't right? Gojo is just lying. I kept telling myself. "Good night sweetheart ~" he whispered in my ear as the night went blur.

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[kingscourthouse]

hold up i NEED to know more about your Xisuma Views thing.... I just saw the art with Joel and i'm obsessed

Well it's just how it sounds, it's Xisuma's view of the world. Unlike other players, he can't see the layers they have to hide.

Lemme put it like this. You're making a minecraft skin and have your second layer, yeah? That's their base layer. And then there's a second layer that's more heavily concealing.

Xisuma isn't from minecraft and his code is glitched, so not only do layers not work for him, but he can't see the layers either. Some people use only base layers to hide "actual forms" if they have one, and others use a second layer to hide scars or parts of their body that don't need a heavy cover.

So Xisuma sees people in a bit of a weird way. He thinks how he sees people is how everyone sees eachother. He sees their true character.

Skizz is a really nice guy. He's always looking out for people, tries to be there for someone, some people say he acts like an angel.

And so Xisuma never questions it. He sees Skizz as an angel, other people supposedly see him as an angel. Skizz is just an angel, why would anyone see anything else? It's just Skizz.

Though the Skizz people actually see is his layers with the torn suit and brown hair. The layers also affect his interactions with people too. If he's around Skizz, he tends to squint alot or avoid looking in his direction if he's not in his armour. Skizz is blinding to Xisuma, so he has trouble looking at him. Though Skizz does have features, but he's too bright to see any of them.

Xisuma also has a type of layer as well, but it's not on him. He's too broken in the games code (that's a whole 'nother can of worms) for him to use layers. So what does he do? He adds a layer to everyone else.

Xisuma doesn't leave hermitcraft too often, so everyone outside it will see what he really looks like. In the server though? Everyone has a layer that covers Xisuma from their eyes. He's lucky his admin panel isn't from minecraft or else he'd be screwed.

What's fun with Xisuma seeing people's real forms is that (in my au at least) he's kind of a grey character. If there's ever a fight or spat between hermits, he can have trouble taking sides. Not all Hermits are angelic or aliens like Skizz and Joel. There's hermits who are monsters and beings who do or did bad things in the past. Not all Hermits talk about those things.

He can get better insights to people's decisions or just things about them. Joel has a habit to make things around bright areas or access to a lot of light. Maybe because he's made of it. Skizz only ever keeps one pair of elytra. Maybe because he's missing his second pair of wings that can't glow anymore.

He can see people for who they were. Keralis is an eyesore (literally) and can hurt to look at. Grian has too many evenly split scars across his body and Xisuma knows what's behind them. Doc isn't a creeper.

There's a lot to Xisuma's View thing and I do wanna eventually start drawing how everyone looks to him, but I'm indecisive and don't know where to start. So idk maybe I'll open ask box for hermit requests. Can be interactions between Xisuma and specific hermits (both ones seen and not) or it can just be their design.

Idk but feel free to ask about them, I have designs for every hermit, empires member and even everyone in the life series. So he's got plenty of people to show you.

[everwhovian]

I just watched the s3 teaser trailer, and I am not okay! There's so much happening, and my mind is reeling with theories and thoughts!

I don't even think it's possible for me to organize my thoughts!

Okay damn you! I can't keep quiet

I don't even have many theories I can type out and make em sound sane... my emotions are all over the place!

First of all: HOW DARE THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD OMG! I feel like I'm going feral and I'm aro ace so I usually don't care but THEY LOOK SO GOOD OMG WHAT

Gi-hun in the coffin?! Called it. I was screamed about that to my friends last time and they thought I was insane (yes I am thanks but not PROVEN insane)

But seriously, Gi-hun being brought back into a coffin? Diabolical! I love it!

And him being in time out during the voting! By being in handcuffs!! So that's why he was in handcuffs in that one picture

Poor Dae-ho! He looks so shaken! And he doesn't know yet that Jung-bae is dead. This will destroy me...

Also Hyun-ju and Gi-hun interaction? Yes please

I'm so scared for Jun-hee and Geum-ja and Dae-ho and EVERYONE basically

But Geum-ja and Yong-sik being on different teams is just torture! At least she's in a team with Gi-hun... BUT PLEASE I LOVE ALL THOSE CHARACTERS PLEASE NO

Team blue: Dae-ho, Hyun-ju, Yong-sik, Myung-gi, Nam-gyu, Seon-nyeo and her cult

Team red: Gi-hun, Geum-ja, Jun-hee, Min-su

This gumball machine is awesome, though! I will never look at one of those again without thinking about Squid Game

And the doorway into the room? Is that a fucking knife?! (I'm going through the teaser again while typing this)

Do they have to stap each other? Like one team against the other?! And only one team survives? Please, no... that... NO, that would kill me!! I have characters on BOTH teams I care about...

AND IN-HO?! Is he crying? What is the seeing?! Is that related to Jun-ho? To Jun-hee cause he's reminded of his wife?! OR IS HUMANITY FINALLY CATCHING UP WITH HIM AGAIN?!

don't get me wrong, I'm a sucker for Inhun/457 shipping reasons etc.

I would eat that up if it's about Gi-hun!! Cause duh. Love the ship

But it's about Jun-ho, right? Please! We need more Hwang brothers content and INTERACTIONS PLEASE

although... don't make it angst or hurt/no comfort... I not being realistic but I don't want either of them to be hurt... just let them live PLEASE

No-eul, my girl!! Sneaking around in the vents hell, yes!!

AND JUN-HO FINDING THE ISLAND!!!

Yessss, my boy, you got this!

VIPs giving me goosebumps already... how they were sitting around that table... WITH THE FRONT MAN... well, yeah, obviously, but... is it In-ho? There was this theory that it could be Gi-hun in that mask cause one of the pictures Netflix shared showed a different posture that were used to... as if someone else is in the mask

Can you imagine?!

No-eul, are you burning it down?! Is she just burning down ONE FILE (please let it be Gyeong-seok's file cause she saved him, and he can see his daughter again!) or is she burning it all down?! Either way we SUPPORT HER!

WAIT WAS THAT GYEONG-SEOK'S JAW?!

Jun-ho... don't talk into a trap, please. That room looks weird af

What if it's the quarter of one of the VIPs? And then they find him?

WHAT IF JUN-HO GETS HURT BY THE VIPS AND THAT'S WHY IN-HO IS CRYING

am I reaching? Probably

BUT OMG I GOT IDEAS LEMME SCRAMBLE TO MY WORD DOCUMENT (aaahhhh)

AND JUN-HEE! THE BABY! OMG! I HEARD A BABY CRY! PLEASE DON'T HURT THEM I AM BEGGING

I can't see who it is and I don't wanna go down the rabbit hole of finding out just by the bracelets on the wrist... BUT IS THAT AN ARROW THEY DREW WITH BLOOD?! Like labyrinth and stabbing? Is that the game?

It's Seon-nyeo, isn't it? I remember her having bracelets, etc

Please don't let Gi-hun fight against one of his friends... he probably will be forced to do it... but PLEASE

GEUM-JA, PLEASE, WHY IS SHE CRYING?! DOES SOMETHING HAPPEN TO YONG-SIK OMG NO!

Did I miss anything? Yeah, duh. Everything happened so fast! But holy shit!

[page-yerin]

literally going to fight someone about ninjago dr s3 because, before anyone flames me, this wasn’t the best season so far 😞

look I’m not the best at analyzing stuff like this but I do my fair share in writing and research so I do want to share my personal opinion on the story and etc.

you’re telling me Cole basically got ZERO SCREENTIME?? ZERO. NONE.

sora GOING WITH ARIN?? WHAT THE F- why. WHY. I’M LITERALLY GONNA JUMP I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP BUT THAT IS NOT IT

I REALLY REALLY need to see Lloyd start crashing out about losing BOTH his students (i have no idea if Frak is considered his student because… he basically didn’t get focus either)

Ras’ bxtch ahh should go to hell just saying

the only thing I liked was MORRO THE LOML AND MY WIFE PIX AND JAYYYAYAYA MY LOVE

OH AND WYFY AND ROBY THEYRE SOOAJRJRJFJ we love supportive Kai that was the best part btw; theyre literally so father and daughter FIGHT W THE WALL ^^

to be completely honest, I feel like in general there was a lot of comedic moments and less storytelling. the only good storytelling part imo was Ras and Arin’s side: specifically Ras’ mfing manipulation over Arin.

tbf that part was always a masterpiece… not the literal manipulation though

and the part where Jay says Arin’s parents are alive… I’m gonna jump if Ras faked their deaths to use Arin like a fvcking puppet

The flashback of Sora and Arin meeting was definitely wholesome, but not… really… expected or like kind of random ig? I feel like they could have showed it through Arin and Sora maybe feeling guilty and remembering how they met or something, more-so Sora since she ends up going with Arin.

like I get they’re best friends and all but… I feel like more could’ve been done with that(?) to show Sora wanting to stay with Arin in the end, esp with the relationship between the ninja and Ras.

And FRAK. DID. NOT. GET. ENOUGH. …development? Character-wise

Frak suddenly going all “I don’t think you understand what being a ninja is” in the last or second to last episode to Arin, but we don’t see enough interaction to build his idea of that other than being a superfan of them in general

I will never stop saying this: they should give him some kind of arc in helping him switch over from Ras’ “anger and hate becomes strength” technique to the ninja’s. We clearly see him more aggressive on the obstacle course in the first episode, but that’s barely touched on later on…

i do like how Arin ends up being able to do object Spinjitzu well enough in the end by.. using his kindness or wtvr that was… to defeat Thunderfang (who will definitely come back and better die for basically killing Morro… he’s already dead but that’s not the point)

i don’t think redoing the merge can “bring back his parents” even if they were actually dead because despite all that talk on it reshaping reality… idk if that’s how things work

I am glad about Arin still stopping Ras from fighting at times and etc.; his character is probably the best here other than Ras imo

other than we have:

that part in the First Realm (or Land ig) where Frak freaks out about the Oni… dude you’re literally right next to one

frak is so real btw I love him, just wish he could be more refined in terms of character

never mind frak though, COLE BETTER HAVE A LOT MORE SCREENTIME IN PART 2; never gonna forgive the writers for this

Oh and Zane dying for the nth time, that was great

Sora and frak bickering… I take back the shipping from my last post, but I do get Sora for being pissed off a bit

And Lloyd saying “green is the best” I LOVE HIM HAHAHSJSJSJN<33

like I said, there was a lot of comedic relief and stuff: not to say it wasn’t funny bc I cackled at most of them, but the overall story just.. wasn’t what I expected

I stand by my case that season 2 is still the best dr season… at least so far

Idk like I said I’m not really good at this stuff and sometimes I change my mind after hearing others’ opinions so lemme know if you agree or if you wanna throw me to the Netherspace

[theferalgremlinmfb]

𝓡𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 ♡ 𝓣𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱

Pairings here: Cooper Howard • The Ghoul x Original Character(with a twist)

Summary: Cooper Howard was divorced, but soon got close to a co-star, the chemistry was there, the stars were high above. Let’s not forget his ex-wife to what she has suggested, not only he lost his daughter with no way of finding her, but losing his now and then before the bombs drop wife. Now he’s hired to find someone, the price is heavy amount, but what happens when he finds out who it is and not being able to do anything about it… or can he?

Word count: 1.9K

Warning(s): Minors, please don’t interact and fuck off, this is adults only, thanks you. The writer having an inexperience writing bc it’s been a while, yall signed up for this, remember that. ANYWAYS… Slow burn, implied torture, implied past fucking, future fucking, face fucking, anal fucking, normal creampies, radiated creampies, drug use, oral receiving and giving, and overall just pure filth. (Each chapter will have more descriptive warnings though!)

Notes by yours truly: If you wish to let me know of any errors, send a dm or something, I’d like to keep opinions from anyone open, as long as you’re nice. I give energy that’s given and I don’t fuck around, don’t sugar coat or anything, practice makes perfect and I wanna keep that flow going! Thank you. Happy reading, friends!

The Prologue:

Living in the vault was easier, much easier, the food was always fresh, never having to eat scraps to the dirt, licking everything till there was nothing left. The saliva that dripped off the tongue would linger wet onto the grainy floor till the sun would burn it dry. Getting a plate of Mac and cheese made by Blamco, the storage was full of any sort of food, with the side of Salisbury steak and pork n beans. But that wasn’t the case on the surface now. Tip was her name, living in a vault wasn’t her choice, the memories were a blur, but the voices were much presentable and known. Her name was simple and unnoticeable, but needed when bounty hunters would come looking for intel for whom they were looking for and to where to find them. The small amount of caps that she would get was always spent on food, never on anything else. The day she escaped the vault, it was a blessing from the dry boiling sky above, even if it was a surface hell, where she was at was far more worse.

Upon awakening from the cryogenic pod, the first fresh gasp of air, burning her lungs from the crisp sensation of the cool air around her, managing to get out, falling in the process, unsure if she was in that damn thing for days, maybe months - or worse… years. There was no telling how long she had been there, but the sight along from seeing, raiders is what some were called from the surface, hearing a while back that some heard of the vault she was imprisoned in, it was better than most, the food was the greatest, the water was most fresh and purified to the stomach and skin. When they let her out, they promised to reunite her with her lover, yet never saw him in any time that she was taken out, just to be put unconscious and back into the cryogenic pod. They never let her see what day it was, even the month was unknown, along with the year. Making it known that she would be fooled once again, because her feelings were always heightened, leaving her in such a state, her mental health was at its worst months ago. Fighting raiders wasn’t in her to do list, but she sure showed those fuckers that she was worse than any of them. From wearing the vault suit that was tight against her flesh to their shitty attempt of clothing, now she wore a worn out wedding dress that carried more blood stains from every son of a bitch that had crossed her so far. No one got near her, if so, they got to deal with her resting bitch face and dry responses or nothing at all.

“Doll, please lemme have some -” a poor idiot bastard tried to place his hand on her exposed knee that was wrapped by duct tape, attempt to expose a wound from a light stab, he had the tip of her double saw shotgun right in his lips, practically giving it a heavy smooch.

“Touch me the fuck again, and I will make sure you deep throat my fucking barrels,” she snapped, her tone cold as ice, cooling his nerve endings, “Now fuck off, you piece of lizard shit.”

The only time that a bounty hunter has talked to her, it was to find the whereabouts of a Skeeter Roman, a little pickpocket thief that roams in crowded pathways, easily sneaking a hand into a pocket and snatching a stash of caps. Tip tilted her head to the side, her light eyes spotting who was asked for, with no hesitation, pointing at the little radroach thief, taking an unconscious drunk idiot’s bit of caps from the pocket. Poor little bastard wasn’t warned or nothing, she watched the man walk up to that little person, grab from the neck and snap a quick snap. The man grabbed the body and slumped it over his back, walking towards her and handing her one hundred caps for the trouble.

Taking a full swig of her nuka cola quantum, all eyes on her, but no one dared to even pull a gun for such a thing she had done. It’s not the telling, it’s for the caps, fuck everyone else, it’s only you against the world of pure bullshit and hell.

It’s been about a few days, everything seemed too quiet for her liking, her little home was a worn out house that was probably fucked by the nukes that were launched, a very late warning, leaving a lot of people running to vaults, under the house shelters that were later discovered as bullshit. The people that bought the high price were saved, but later killed, for what? For being selfish assholes that pushed others to their deaths or more, they either became ash forms or whatever mutated shit that was created by the radiation. Pulling out the metallic bottle jug that she managed to find, it was still fully intact, but filling it with the fresh purified water was so good, the way it washed the dryness of the throat, the refreshness felt so filling, pulling it away was so painful and limited. Pulling a bag that was hidden away, unzipping it to push the top to the side, the inside carried a lot of old worn out clothes that weren't too tattered, most of it was dresses, casual pants and tops, and some garments. Whoever put this together, they were either going on a vacation or trying to see if they would survive the blast, sadly anyone that did, well… there’s the aftermath of it all.

Scavenging was something close to surviving, but sometimes luck was a clutch, anything would be, if the cards were played right. Sighing, anything over nothing was better to none, it made no sense to make sense, it’s how it was. Letting her body go limp for a moment, hours of looking, breaking through things for something, just a bit to show some sight of hope, but even that was impossible to find. The vault was easy living, the problem was that it was too easy for food, for clothes, and overall… peace. Living on the surface wasn’t like that, it was like rats fighting for the last little sugar bomb, only to be shredded in the process, then eaten into nothing. Leaning her head back, swallowing the annoyance of the thoughts of differences, even to have the what ifs was irritating to think of.

What if they didn’t drop the bombs?

What if it didn’t get to that point?

What if…

Her brows furrowing, eyes closed, the thoughts were overflowing her mind. There was so much to think about, wondering if she would exist with how she was before, getting a chance to see what it was like to live… normally? Was that even a thing? It wasn’t that she wasn’t alive, no. It was more of being born in luxury, becoming a star like her parents, getting to be a popular model for cereal brands and even some cooking shows, and movies. Just the memories flowing again, this time they were clearer than before, just her being a damsel in the arms of a cowboy that held a smile after saving her. The way he fought off the goons, freeing her from a silly pathetic little scheme, then the shared kiss. Her hand touching her lips, her eyes still closed, wondering where he could be and if he could be alive, maybe he fixed his -

“Well, now…”

Her eyes snapped open with a panic, her hand quick with the gun by the side that was never brought up from her surroundings, but she sure kept it in sight to her side if need be. Staring where the voice was coming from, gun at hand and aiming at the person - no, pointing at a pretty much fully and mentally attached ghoul. It was odd to face one that talked, even if there were a few, they kept to themselves till they succumbed into madness, but this one felt different. Oddly different. He was a pretty interesting sight, the outfit he wore was cowboy like, the accent that lingered was something familiar, unsure where to place it, her image wasn’t a sight to see for sure, but what was a cowboy dressed up ghoul pulling up to where she was, and why was he there?

“Can’t find your own damn fucking house to claim?” She asked, her tone was steady with her facial expression holding a stern look.

His eyebrows would’ve risen, if he had any, but yet he was hiding the shock under his impression, ain’t no one ever had the balls like her to do what she just did. Not like he gave them a chance, because he was quick with the trigger, but this individual was something fucking ballsy to even find, especially that he was hired to bring her back. The cap was more than what any bounty hunter has ever been hired to do such a thing, most would pay that way to kill the person and call it a day, but this one was different, and he was determined to why. There was something about her that felt… familiar? Why? He didn’t know her, or did he? The questions were there, it was something that he never had to deal with, if it was, that was so damn fucking long ago to remember now, he was no human now that he was then. The two stared at each other in silence for a moment, till his mind grinding the gears going back some, maybe far back, just the eyes from her gaze and then it fucking clicked.

It was someone from his fucking past.

Fuck.

— Tags here: @rafecamsgirlll @yondus-girl

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐬/𝐋𝐚𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 (pt 1)

×A/N×

Hi there!

So- I don't know why or how I got this idea, but it seemed interesting in my mind and I had so much fun while writing this!

I'm going to make a part 2 and even a part 3 of this! Right now I happen to also have many more ideas and scenarios for the characters!

If you find my content disturbing please don't interact with it! Thank you! ^-^

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff, mention of blood, everybody also has relationship headcanons except Earth, Lunar and Moon, also no proofread, I wrote this instead of sleeping-, they're mostly cuddling and taking care of you :3, fem! Reader

Fandom: The Sun and Moon Show, Earth and Lunar Show

Character(s): Sun, Moon, Eclipse, Lunar, Earth, Solar, You| (Y/N) |The Reader

Ship(s): Sun/Reader, Moon & Reader, Earth & Reader, Solar/Reader, Eclipse/Reader, Lunar & Reader, Earth/Monty (implied)

Form: Headcanons

[The artworks are not mine! The credits go to @//kiwi_artz and @//Ayyy-Imma-Ninja!]

Sun

General:

• Okay, so Sun would be very panicy at the begining, but after some times later, he would handle it very good!

• He is a daycare attendant, right? Although, he mostly works with children, but the important thing is that he knows how to take care of people. Even if you're an adult, he can help you at least a little bit.

• He knows while you're on your period your mood will probably swing back and forth. He totally understands it and won't be upset.

• He'll often go check up on you, bring you pads/tampons, medicine and do his best to keep you comfortable. He'll also scan you, just to make sure that you're really okay.

• If you need something, you just have to say it and he'll get it for you. Want a snack? Let's see what's in the kitchen...

Water? Of course, you have to stay hydrated!

Comfort? He'll make sure of that as best as he can!

• Also also, he'll ask Earth's help to make sure that you're really okay.

Relationship hcs:

• He does literally the same things, but

• He'll offer himself and his cats, if you want to snuggle.

• While cuddling, he will caress your hair and hug you to keep you close to him. Your heartbeat also helps him find out if you're okay or not. And after all of this, it helps him relax!

• The blood isn't disturbing him at all, it's just makes him worried even more. Usually, blood is not a good sign. :)

Moon

General:

• Moon would act more calmly, but behind it, he is nervous

• He can get easily concerned and he's often unsure if he does the right thing to you

• Because of that, he'll ask for Earth's advice and help a lot!

• He's not the best at comfort, but he'll try. He won't do kiss and cuddle, but he will try to make you feel comfortable as best as he can. He'll often scan you instead of just simply ask you if you're okay.

• The closest you can get to cuddling is watching a movie with him. Y'know, i don't think he'll stop his workmaniac ass from work, but to make sure that you're fine, and if you really wanna spend time with him, then he'll stay for a few hours. Mostly he will wait for you until you fall asleep. After that, he'll send Earth or Sun to check up on you.

• Don't worry, he cares, he really does! And he's more than just worried about you! It's just so much happening right now...

Relationship hcs:

Nuh uh, i'm respecting him way too much to write this lmao

Eclipse

• -Eclipse my beloved-

• so, the most realistic scenario is that Eclipse probably wouldn't really care (at least not that much), but the fact is, i'm a fanfic writer lmao :) So lemme just rip apart some canon facts and paste my headcanons into their place. Okay, now we can begin!

General:

• Eclipse is not the best at comforting, and he probably won't just go and snuggle with you. However, he is a great listener!

• If you don't annoy him too much, he'll let you tell your problems and might decide to help you.

• He acts like he wouldn't care, tho ocasionally he will ask you if you're okay or how bad the pain is

• if the pain is that bad, he'll try to get you painkillers.

• If you're at the point where you can't even get up or just feels bad to reach for example a water bottle, if you ask him, then he will probably give you (with a slight eye roll) the thing you asked. Just don't bother him too much.

• We all know that Eclipse can be a lil shit- but if you tell him that you're not in the mood, then he won't tease you or be a jerk. Don't get me wrong, this doesn't mean that he'll be a total sweetheart, but he will understand that now is not a good time.

Relationship hcs:

• Dude, idk how, but you managed to get him into a relationship. Good job 👍

• the blood won't disturb him and he's really calm about it.

• And this may be surprising, but he knows excatly what he has to do. He's really serious about your care too! He seems like that kind of person who doesn't care, but trust me, when it comes to you, he takes his job really seriously.

• He is usually quiet, but if you love to hear his voice, he'll talk more often. You know, just chatting about random things, everything that comes in mind. And actually, he is a great company!

• (Because let's be honest- that deep voice Davis gave him makes me feel something more than just "calmness"-)

• He will stay by your side won't leave you. This is how he can make sure that you're alright or find out easiestly if you aren't well. And like I said, he also gives you company with this!

• if you ask him, he might order you food aswell!

• The closest you get to cuddling? Mostly your head resting on his chest while you gently hugging him. Rarely, big spoon and little spoon — and he's the big spoon.

Earth

General:

• Earth is very kind and caring! Though, she is an animatronic, she knows more about the female body and mentality.

• She usually stays right next to you except if you ask her to give you some privacy, then she will respect your decision and leave or if she has no other choice than leaving, she will still manage to check up on you somehow.

• She is gentliest and supports you all the time! She tries to make you feel comfortable as she can!

• She will order you food (even if you don't ask her) and buy you supplies. She isn't panicking or worried (okay, maybe a little), she knows excatly what to do and she can keep herself calm and steady.

• If it makes you more comfortable, then she'll cuddle with you (and tbh, Monty might will join) with icecreams and/or noodles (or anything else you desire) while watching a movie.

• If the pain is really bad, then she'll consider to call a doctor. But usually she knows what to do.

• In the end, she is really caring!

Lunar

General:

• He'll probably be misunderstood or confused abour your behaviour at the begining so you or Earth may have to explain it to him.

• As he catches up, he will pay more attention to you.

• Earth and Sun will help you the most, however Lunar will do what he can!

• AND i know that probably many of y'alls comfort/kinnie/favourite character of the show is Lunar, so I'll let you cuddle with him! Just don't squish him too much please-

• But seriously, he'll let you hug him and he'll often ask you how you feeling or reassure you that "It's gonna be okay!" and soon you will feel better

• Also, he will probably join to the movie with you and Earth (and Monty) if he isn't busy with training.

Relationship hcs:

...This section makes me uncomfortable-

Solar

• dude, you have no idea how much we miss you...

General:

• Solar is probably the third one beside Sun and Earth who will try to help and take care of you a lot.

• If he's concerned or unsure about something (tho this is rare) he will search up for more information in his head, and try to do his best

• He'll bring you anything you need for comfort

• He will often ask you how bad is it, to know your status. You can't say that he isn't worried, although he looks very relaxed and calm. Probably because he dosn't want to stress you more.

• He will work while he keeps an eye on you.

Relationship hcs:

• I think this twink would be a really great boyfriend like-

• let's start with the snuggling and cuddling

• we knew that he is a workmaniac and bro literally doesn't know what sleeping is

• BUT he may take off some days and spends those times with you

• otherwise, you two will spend the day in the theatre

• Solar usually likes to play with your hair to relax you or steal your attention from the pain OR i can imagine him do big spoon little spoon. And usually he is the big spoon.

• But if you stay at the theatre and if there's nobody, he will let you rest in his lap while he is caressing your hair. But the least he will do is let you rest your head on his shoulder, even if there are some people. Fortunately, the theatre is not a busy place, so you two can cuddle as much as you desire

• I wouldn't say that he's a big kisser, but sometimes he'll land a small kiss on your forehead or on the top of your head.

• It's really important him to make you feel comfortable, and he is more than happy to be that person who makes this possible.

[daz4i]

i've mentioned it before but lemme make a proper post. here's why i think we're gonna see sunday and ratio interact in-game again

1. ratio's voice line about him

as you can see, this one's hidden until after you finish 2.7. that makes sense, i mean, it does spoil that he's gonna have a character arc. the astral express's lines about sunday are also hidden at first. but. but.

look at aventurine's line about sunday

this one's not hidden. and that makes sense too! because it refers to their main interaction in canon.

so. why does ratio's refer to sunday's current self? as far as we know they haven't interacted since that scene, right? how does ratio even know that sunday changed? (...putting aside ratio meta theories for now)

unless they're gonna interact again soon. and then it'll make more sense

2. this bit from sunday's promotional material

for reference, the other characters commenting on these bits are jade (who released him from the family and essentially kickstarted his arc by doing so), welt (*gestures vaguely at the entirety of 2.7*), and robin (do i need to explain that one.)

meanwhile ratio was. in a room with him once. maybe twice. pulled a fast one on him, but that was aventurine's plan as far as we know. so. what the hell does he have to do with sunday? 🤨 like the other characters here are extremely important to his arc and then there's ratio poking fun at him basically. after. not doing much with or for him beforehand. unless-

3. sunday's interactions with ratio

actually this one's multilayered, as in. not just sunday's interactions, but also a lack of interactions from other characters

look at the list of things other characters have to say abt my man. this is so sad

all you need to focus on tho is that there's only 2 characters here. one of them is clearly connected to ratio in multiple ways, and the other is sunday. none of the genius society members have any lines about/to him even though he has lines about them, none of the other ipc members even tho they work for the same organization. idk i just think that's odd! ratio clearly doesn't have a lot of mutual bonds but it seems he has one with sunday? somehow?

so unless we're gonna find some fucking. idk. transcripts of text messages between them showing us there's more going on that we're not aware of nor need to be aware of, it only makes sense that there's gonna be more between them, imo

here's how suntio can still win-

nah sorry i'm joking. i don't mean this in a shipping way i just genuinely wanna see them interact more bc as sunday points out in his line abt ratio, they have a lot of similarities, but they aren't quite ever explored since they don't ever. like. talk with each other. bc how can they they've only met twice. unless i've been forgetting some event through this entire post idk. anyway it'd be cool to see them have a genuine conversation with no manipulation involved. also i wanna see ratio again :(

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

No Hook Ups Allowed!

Pairing: jujutsu kaisen characters x reader

Tw: the use of word thot, mention of sex (not explicit, minors can interact), Not Proof Read .

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Kento Nanami....[I'll do more characters..... probably]

Summary: You thought hook up is what you need, but a hook up is definitely not what you need and not what he need too...

Gojo Satoru

Gojo is pretty you won't lie. Anyone with eyes can see that he stood out. The prettiest boy in your university also the....play boy. He use his good looks to get as much girls he find and add in his fucked list. Whenever you guys would cross path you'll always look at him dreamly. But if someone ask if you have a crush on him? No!! Of course you don't....you do infact. But you know you'll just be a girl in his fuck list and there's no future of you and him together.

Although that's not what fate decided. In the party if this Rich guy...what was his name...Geto! You stood in the corner of his big mansion hall with you friends almost clinging to them....did I mention you are an introvert?. A classic black skin tight short dress. Not two short but enough to let people imagin. Gojo's eyes went on you Target Locked.

Soon after he came to you and talked to you , and you although kept your answers short, that spikes a interest in him? Are you not interested in him? And what is this drink your are drinking not alcohol right? Right? It was. It was.

That's how you ended up in Geto's guest room with his bestfriend inside you. You don't even remember half of the night but you can feel the soreness for sure. When you woke up you noticed gojo still sleeping with hair ruffled around 'pretty'. You thought. 'but almost every girl have seen this'

After that you quickly dressed up and left almost cursing yourself for drinking the drink without checking and losing your dignity to a fuck boy. You didn't went to university for few days coping with this. You fucked a bit you liked but you are just a whore for him. You almost having a heartbreak but when your friend said huffing up and panting that The Gojo Satoru is waiting for you downstairs you went blank.

"What?"

"Just gooooo he's waiting for like 20 minutes!!!"

You quickly threw on a better clothes and went down noticing that the gojo Satoru is really waiting, you go down awkwardly as he watched you.

"umm....." You tried to speak.

Gojo Satoru quickly grabbed you by the shoulder "why weren't you coming to the university?" He asked shaking your shoulders.

Your eyes went wide with shock. "Umm...I...was sick? Yes."

"Don't lie to me y/n! Tell me please" he said it looks like he could cry any minute now.

"ah,..I...I didn't wanted to see you..." You mumbled quitely.

"Because you thought you'd be another fuck girl for me?"

"how...?"

"you don't remember what you said that night?"

Memories started to flow through your head

"I don't wanna do this" you were mumbling half drunk. "Why an I nit appealing to you?" Gojo said smirking . "You are appealing!! Like a vey pretty! You are the prettiest princess I've ever seen!" You mumbled quite excitedly. Gojo's eye widened princess and pretty he smiled lovingly at you....maybe you're not really like other girls? " I just don wanna be your random hookup that's a big no no for me...I wanna be with you but I know you can't really be with people you get bored and you are a fuck boy I can't trust you so lemme go ok" you said quite said as you started to leave bit gojo stopped you.."hey! I won't leave you like them okay?! So please just....i- be with me? I wanna be you... you're different" he mumbled in your hair. "Promise?" "Promise." "Pinky promise?" "Pinky promise." " Do you swear on the oath of mephisto?" "I swear on the oath of- wait what?" " Nothing!!" You said and giggled. And the rest was....well the pain in your abdomen explained after the night.

"so...." You started to speak not really knowing what to say..

"you left... Not me! I don't sleep with the girls after sex!!" He said.

'so I was the only one that saw the veiw?'

"don't you dare walk away from me again , I am your pretty princess after all" he said with twinkle in his eyes and a pretty smile.

"Gojo i-"

"It's Satoru sweet girl, or pretty princess will work too" he said and you both laughed

Maybe there is a future of you and him together.

Kento Nanami

Kento Nanami is Nanami is may thing but a fuck boy. You were already attracted to him no doubt he was such a wif- husband material gwad. Opening the door , a gentleman, the polite tone in his voice, oh his raspy voice , those specs , those eyes, his lean but bulk physique, his abs, the tent in his pant-. You mean a total husband material.

But he never took a hint . That you like him. Because you flirted with everyone. That's your way if being friendly. But your are not flirting with Nanami in a friendly way. No.

So when there was this 25th ceremony of your office you did the best you could for your looks and you did look best in the office. You attracted attention, so much attention, more than you should but you didn't attracted the attention you wanted .

You just got a simple " You look beautiful" from him.

You wanted more. You wanted him. But you knew he didn't wanted you in that way. He must've thought of you as a thot. That's what you thought. So you settled with just casual hook up with him.

You were sure he would say no because he was so...so rule and regulations conscious but he said yes to the hook up. Almost too instantly.

You kept hooking up with him twice a week sometimes more and every time you insisted on leaving immediately (so you don't catch feelings that you already) he didn't even let you get and did the best aftercare someone can ask for. He almost forced you to ask him to marry you.

The hook up was great infact more than great and every time you felt more and more towards him , you wanted to stay with him every after sex , for life forever.

That's why you said yes when he asked if you wanted to hang out (you're still not sure who taught him to say hang out because you were sure his meaning of hang out would be a picnic). So here you were sitting on his sofa watching a movie when he said he wanted to talk about something.

You were sure he'd say that you should not meet anymore he's bored of you and he have met someone better , someone who doesn't act like-

"would you like to court me?" He asked. "Although I'm open minded I'm not very much fan of this hook up culture and I don't want you to leave after. Or just meet you for love making I want to be with you for more than that" he added and held your wrist.

Your jaw dropped. Date who? You? OMG omg omg fuck yess , why won't you date someone who call sex love making!?!!

"hell yeah... Oh my god I thought you really didn't liked me oh I like you so much!!" You said.

"what? I liked you since we first met. I thought you were just flirting with me for fun like you did with everyone else..." He said now hugging you.

"Well no! I mean yeah but the flirting with you was real flirting" you added.

" well now you're mine so you better not flirt with someone else even if it's fake flirting" he said and pulled you even closer.

And you , you were on cloud nine to date a guy like Nanami , your dream man to be honest.

"Now shall we go and make love....this time for real?" He asked making you sure that you'll be the one to propose first.

[A/N]: I had a thought about this one while sleeping.

This post is also a taglist post , if you want to be tagged in my works (of jjk), comment on this post .

[metallidethwriter]

The Newcomer (Part 2)

Warnings> Smut, MINORS DNI!!!, slight fluff at the start and end, Degration+Praise, Hair pulling, Pet names, spitting, consensual,VERY rough sex, Oral (both m and f recieving), double p in v, teasing,  extremely fucking filthy- lemme know if i missed anything!

Dynamics:

Jason-Softdom

James-Harddom

Reader-Sub

Kirk and Lars were just passing through this as filler characters…anyway enjoy ya animals!

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It had been 5 days since I was invited to stay and help out at the Metalli-mansion. It was going extremely well, much to my satisfaction and surprise. My day consisted of usually cleaning up the rooms, washing the bathrooms, preparing food, and mopping the floors. Dinner was my favourite time because i got to eat with the whole band together. Kirk and Lars would often have their own conversations at the opposite end of the dining table, while James, Jason and I would joke about on our side. 

God, I loved how they talked and interacted, like how James’s hands caressed his thighs when he laughed, or how Jason's biceps bulged whenever he raised his arms above his waist level. But I had to remember, I was working for them- and I couldn’t let them ever know what my true thoughts were. 

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“Alright guys, me and Lars are gonna head off, we have some unfinished work at headquarters so we’ll be back in a day- y/n, don't mess up my room!” Kirk joked as he walked out the door with Lars trailing behind him. I splattered some dish soap on him, giggling at his antics.

 As I finished washing the plates, I saw James and Jason in the corner of my eye. I guess it was just me and them now, but I didn't mind. The clock struck 9pm and i wished everyone goodnight.

My eyes landed on the clock, it was 12am. My stomach rumbled. I got up, groaning as i got up to go get some food downstairs. Passing by, I realised that James was awake, talking to someone in his room, his door slightly ajar. I heard the bright tone of Jason's voice coincide with the roughness of Jameses. They were talking about…me?-

“She's so hot, i don’t know how much more i can take-the way y/n walks and talks i just need her-“ i heard jason, a groan emitting his lips. 

“Obviously- she’s a bombshell, have you how she looks at me and you, it's just makes me wanna-“ James was cut off by me swinging the door open-unprepared for what i was about to see.

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Here I was, standing in front of my idols (who were, apparently having said discussion on the floor-) , after hearing them talk about me- their hard-ons evident through their thin jeans. They scrambled to their feet, their hands covering the tent in their pants. 

“OH-uh- y/n, please don’t tell us that you heard what we were talking about-“ Jason squeaked as he squirmed.

My face blushed red, I could feel my panties getting soaked. My hand trembled as I felt a knot in my stomach forming.

“I don’t mind…” my voice trailed off as I took a step towards them. I could see how much pain they looked like they were in-their faces flushed with sweat. “If you wanted to, all you had to do was ask” Without another word, I palmed them through their jeans, feeling them twitch at the same time.

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In a matter of minutes, clothes were being thrown erratically on the floor. My mouth found solace with James as he smashed his lips against mine, his now short, blonde locks messily pressed up against his forehead. The taste of cigars and whiskey lingered on his tongue as our lips fought. I could feel Jason's warm body pressed up behind me as he began trailing kisses down my back down to my clit. Jason crawled onto the bed and beckoned to me. James picked me up and threw me onto the bed, the irises blue eyes full of lust. “On your back-Now” He commanded. I didn’t waste another second as I settled on top of Jason, my back flush against his chest. His fingertips caress the soft fabric of my panties and James lets out a low growl. I stop in my tracks, resting my head on Jason's shoulder closing my eyes, desparate for more.

James takes his hand closer to his mouth and spit on it and he reaches my clit, starting rubbing it with his fingers, slowly sliding 2 digits inside of it. Underneath me, I could feel Jason rubbing his fingers against my ass to stretch it out, his eyes closed in ecstasy. “Don't worry baby, you're doing so well. We just gotta get you ready-right?” James said to Jason, who nods in agreement, bringing his hand up to toy at my free nipple. 

Jason's hands are everywhere I want them to be, skilled and unrelenting, drawing sensations so intense that I can hardly keep up. James’s fingers pump in and out of me, lubing me up. Just as i moaned, they stopped their actions, making me whine at the lack of stimulation. However, i heard the sound of cloth rustling as they proceeded to remove their boxers. I gasped when i saw the lengths they packed. James’s cock was long and beautifully curved. Jasons was around the same length, but slightly girthier. Wasting no time, they immediately slammed into me, the stretch making me wince in pain, but soon the pain turned into pleasure as they matched each other's thrusts. 

Moans spilled out of me as they fought for dominance over my lower half. Tears fell from my eyes as I tried to keep up with their pace, but it was no use. Finally, the knot in my stomach came undone, and I spilled all over both of them. They pulled out as I started to drip on the sheets, my legs trembled as I came down from my high, panting and shaking. I looked over to James and Jason, they were still hard. 

“Round two?” I mused, watching a cocky smile appear on their faces

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“J-Jason…ask the–shit…ask the slut what she wants” James sneered through laboured breaths, looking down as he towered over me. His newfound meanness only made him hotter.

Jason smirked as lowered himself to me, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back.“Whaddya want sweetheart?” He whispered, the intoxicating smell of his sweat mixed with pheromones made my clit pulse back to life.

“Everything”

That was all the confirmation they needed. James spouted another command, as Jason swiftly positioned me between his legs. He guided my mouth, his hand still locked onto my hair, down his shaft. Tears brimmed in my eyes once again as my head bobbed up and down his girth. Every time Jason pulled it out, he compared it to my face, wondering how the hell I got it all to fit. After a while of teasing, he had enough. Grabbing the roots of my hair, he slammed my head down on his dick, making me feel his hardness down the back of my throat. ”Honey, you’re wonderful…” he whimpered through grit teeth. As he pulled out, he let go of my hair. Throughout this whole time, i caughy james in the corner of my eye on a chair, stroking himself off to the sight of me getting skull-fucked by his bandmate. I gripped the sheets, nails digging into them as I tried my best to hold myself up. Moans and whines turn shaky, the tears finally escaping my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. 

“All yours now James” Jason groaned, taking a seat where James once was, his hand already rubbing the head of his hardness. I looked at James’s aching cock. His was way longer, and I just know he would send me to the hospital if he even tried to fit it in my mouth.

“Hands and knees, i want you to watch the show” James mocked, his lips curling into a smile as he lined his tip with my aching slit. I knew he would be rough, but I was finding out the hard way now. He spread me open and slid himself into me. My eyes widened as he grabbed me by the hair, pounding into me ruthlessly as I could hear the squelching of our bodies colliding.”We’re gonna fuck you brain-dead,” James sneered from behind me, his free hand giving my ass a tight slap. He gave out a low, menacing laugh, as his hand made its way down to my face to pull it back.  He shoved himself back into me, making me gasp in pleasure. My tits jerked forward with every thrust of his hips, my mouth parted in a silent moan. He flipped me over and ruthlessly abused my cunt over and over again. My nails raked down his back, my hands tangling and pulling his messy blond locks back as he smashed into me with reckless abandon. “Ja-Jamie! I'm gonna-“ without saying another word, he slammed so hard into me I could feel his cock in my ribcage. Pleasure shot through me like a bullet as I saw him pull out his sopping wet member from me.

As I tried to get off the bed, Jason caught my arm. “Where do you think you’re goin sweetie?” He quipped, a devilish smile forming on his lips. 

Fuck, more?

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I felt myself get hoisted into the air as I felt a heavy hand come down on my ass. James lifted me up and hoisted me down on his still hard cock. I heard it squelch underneath me as my walls hugged his length, feeling it pit in my stomach. From behind I could feel Jason peppering me with kisses, suckling love bites into my supple skin. He lined his shaft with James’s, feeling his breath on my neck, his hand once again coming up to toy with my nipples, slowly kneading it and fiddling. Without a warning, James dropped me down onto their combined lengths, his hands still gripping my arms. I shrieked as I was speared by their dicks. James moved me up and down their combined lengths, groaning and shuddering from the stretch. He wrapped his free hand around my throat, silencing my moans. “Y-Fuck..You’re a loud one, gonna train you to be quiet, right baby?”

I grunted, a moaning muddled mess. I could feel every inch of him in me, obliterating my insides.”Bet you like this, huh? Being my little fucktoy.” James grunts, his voice low and husky. Their contrasting personalities really shined through as I could feel the combined efforts of their movements, Jason being more careful from behind while James roughed you up from the front. 

James goes faster, not bothering to be shy about the groans and whines he makes, his eyes never once leaving me. “Fuck, taking us s-so good baby…that tight cunt of yours-“ It only takes a few more minutes before he makes a mess across his abdomen and hand, his seed spilling in large quantities over his skin. I looked over at Jason, then i looked over at his…still stiff as a stick. As James sat on the couch bubbling in his own ecstasy, Jason brought me down onto the bed. I instinctively spread my legs to my sides to give him access to my clit. He rubbed soft, slow circles on it, occasionally slipping a finger in. 

“Jason…please-i need more”

As his eyes met mine, I saw unbridled passion. “Oh-baby you’re so perfect..” Praises left his lips like a prayer, his eyes sealed shut in anticipation. He gripped my waist and lined his cock with my clit, slamming into me again and again. “Ahh! Fa…faster! I’m gonna-!” His name left my lips like a prayer, my nails raking down his back as he slammed into me. Driven by wild frenzy, I bucked my hips into his thrusts, begging for more friction. “Go on sweetheart, let me taste you” He purred into my ear.  Finally, the nth knot in my belly gave way, and i released. He followed soon after, groaning as he saw his seed splatter on my chest and abdomen.

“Wait here, ill get a washcloth for you sweetheart” Jason whispered as he got up to go to the kitchen. As I was still in my ecstasy fueled daze, I realised that I had forgotten about James. I pivoted my head to look at him, only to see him changing back into his clothes, stuffing his dick back into his pants, huffing and straining. He noticed me staring and let out a chuckle.

“You are one hell of a woman you know that?”

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i wrote this at the PEAK of my ovulation week

Part 3 Coming soon 🖐️💔😔

[thefuzzzz]

Ranking Nico Di Angelo ships as a multishipper with a crazy imagination, a Nico hyperfixation of 3 years, and the willpower of a god:

1. Solangelo - 8/10 I love them!! I adore Will in TSATS and he’s easily one of my favorite characters. I wish Rick had let us get to know Will separately before he was immediately made Nico’s boyfriend, but I love him anyway. I think they’re good for each other and very supportive. I think I spend too much time consuming media of them than their actual book interactions, because in media I hate their fanon portrayals, but I adore them in cannon. I only had the chance to read half of TSATS, but I thought it was cute!

2. Jasico - 10/10 I love them for the same reasons I love Solangelo, but Jason got character development and Will didn’t. Also, they had a cool moment with Cupid that I think about once a week at least. Jason is constantly someone Nico trusts and (I may be wrong) hugs at some point in the series. The only people Nico has shown direct physical affection to within the series (to my knowledge) are Will, Jason, Hazel, and Reyna. This proves how much Nico trusts Jason, even after Cupid. Also they’re silly and dumb and I love them so I’m right always

3. Nico x Conner - 10/10 I FUCKING LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Lemme explain. So when Nico came to camp he stayed with the Hermes cabin, but Luke was already fucked off (I think) so Conner and Travis were probably in charge of the cabin. Conner’s age changes several times, so I headcannon him to be just a tad older than Nico. I think since he knew Nico when he was a kid he can make present day Nico less doom and gloom and know when he’s truly happy. Also, Nico went to a notably strict military school before coming to camp, yk what they say, strict conditions raise sneaky kids. Thats right, these two are fucking nuts. They are little thieves. And I don’t even wanna mention the implications of Conner’s dad (Lin Manuel Miranda) being the god of travelers and Nico essentially being an eternal traveller. They make me so sick I love them

4. Nico x Clovis - 7/10 they were mentioned as friends MAYBE once and I took that shit and ran with it tbh. I don’t even remember if it’s cannon. I just love them. I THINK it was mentioned that Clovis helps Nico with his nightmares, but atp this shit might just be my imagination or a fic I read once. Anyways, Nico is noted as a very anxious person, and Clovis is very laid back. I really like that duo and the idea that Clovis can help to ground him a lot and help him relax

5. Valdengelo - 6/10 while I do adore them, they have hardly any time together or any bonding moments at all (Note: I am a hypocrite over Clovis let’s fight abt it) I do love media about them and consume it at rates not comprehendible by mankind though. Aside from no time together, I think they’re epic. Nico experiences a lot of the same things as Leo, such as losing his mother and general sadness, but they cope in wildly different ways (neither of which are healthy). Also, Nico grew up in the lotus casino. I’m sick of us all acting like he doesn’t understand technology. Let them be engineer boyfriends PLEASE

6. Pernico. - 0/10 I don’t care at all if other people ship them, since it’s fandom and you can do whatever you want. I just personally don’t enjoy their chemistry and see them more as brothers. You do you tho.

Keep in mind this is just my opinion please don’t take anything too personal!! I love all ships (almost.) equally and if you have any fic recommendations for any of these please give them to me I’m desperate

(Also, this doesn’t represent my FAVORITE Nico ship, just a ranking based on how much I giggle when I see them. It does not take many logistics into account)

[hannigramislife]

spam reblog guy returning. i wanna raise you a point.

do you think gin (who we know has a temper/might be quite vengeful) would hate dazai + plot revenge?

OMG, HELLO BESTIE!!!

Interesting point! Hmmm, lemme think...

Okay, two things I would say to this. Within the universe of Bungo Stray Dogs, I don't think that's something we are likely to see, like ever. We have no clue what could possibly happen post-season 5, and where the latest events will leave the plot. If this is nearing the climax of the entire story, a focus on minor characters like Gin isn't likely.

In the event that Fyodor is not the big bad endgame boss and we would have more time for smaller storylines, I still don't think Gin would have one like this? Mainly because during her short interaction with Dazai in present time, she still was visibly affected by his words. She still seemed to see Dazai as the man who knew her and her brother as kids, who picked them up from the slums.

There's a chance she wasn't quite so aware of the nature of her brother's relationship with Dazai. Or maybe she knew and figured that's the way of the Mafia. Or maybe she sees Akutagawa's respect and adoration still being pretty intact, so she assumes their mentorship still stands despite Dazai's betrayal. Or maybe she sees him as another enemy.

We simply do not know enough about Gin to make an accurate guess. Sorry if that wasn't what you were expecting, I know it's kind of a non-answer XD

I'm sure that she at least holds some resentment towards Dazai.

[selfloverrrrrr]

Gambling Night~

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physical and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, gambler Gojo, maid reader, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Toji Fushiguro. The well known gambler in his town. He's known for playing gambling and never losing. He made so much money by gambling. One day he was at the bar chilling with his friends and drinking alcohol. A man came inside the bar.

Tall, White hair, blue eyes, handsome.... He took a sit on the other side of Toji's table. "So ... you're Toji Fushiguro?" The guy asked. Toji smirk. "you know me?... yes I am." Toji said. The man chuckled. "Yeah... heard you always win in gambling?... so wanna play with you" he said.

"you sure?.... cause don't blame me if you lose your property in it" Toji said confidentiality. "Oh don't think about it..." The man said with a smirk. The game started. They bet on a huge amount. $100000. Time passed and what was the result? Toji Fushiguro lost!

Toji couldn't believe it.... it's the first time he lost.... He looked at the man who was already smirking at him. "Okay... let's play another one" Toji said. "If I play I want a huge bet...but you'll lose that's why...no" the man said. "Tell me what you want to bet on? I'll bet anything " Toji said. "Okay then I'll bet on my all property.... Will you?" The white haired man asked.

"fine" Toji replied. The game started again. And at the end again Toji lost?! Now he can't believe anything....is he dreaming?! That man infront of him just made him broke from a millionaire?! "Told you" that man said and laughed coldly.

"Mr Gojo.... Mr Geto said he can't come for the agreement today... he'll come tomorrow" a man beside the white haired man said. "What did you say?... what's his name?" Toji asked. "Mr Gojo.... Gojo Satoru" that man's assistant said. Toji knows that name.... Gojo Satoru is the well known mafia and gambler...but he didn't knew it was him...or else he would never accepted his offer....

Y/n's POV

Nobara and I planned for a party night. I wore a tight black bodycon dress whose middle part was ribbon. Then we went to the club. We walked in the club. Loud music playing. "Hey y/n?... isn't that Mr Fushiguro... I mean your dad?" Nobara said. "What?" I said and looked at the direction she said.

"Again playing gambling I guess " I said and rolled my eyes. "He loves it so much?" Nobara asked. "Yeah .....more than anything....he can sell me for it too" I said and we both laughed. "Lemme talk with him for a second " I said. "Yeah sure " Nobara replied.

I went towards Toji's table. "Dad." I called him. "Oh hey... you here?" He said with a hiding emotion. "Yeah... came with Nobara... you okay?... your voice doesn't seem okay" I said. "No he's not" a voice said. I looked forward and saw a man with white hair and blue eyes. A smirk on his face and he was eyeing my body up and down shamelessly as if I wasn't there.

"EVERYTHING IS FINE" Toji said. I know he was hiding something but I didn't force him to say. "Okay... I'm going then" I said. "Bye..." The white haired man said. I rolled my eyes at him. "Yeah bye" Toji replied and I went from there.

End of y/n's POV

Toji looked back at Gojo. "Who was that?" Gojo asked. "My daughter" Toji replied. "I see... anyways what were we talking about? Oh yeah... your property" Gojo said and chuckled. Toji looked away. "Want it back?" Gojo asked. Toji looked at him again. "I'll give you back " Gojo said with a grin.

"but in one condition" Gojo said. "What?" Toji asked. "I want your daughter" Gojo said and leaned back on his chair. Toji was silent. "Thik...or else be broke to the end of your life" Gojo said. "No no wait..." Toji said. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Fine " Toji said. Gojo's grin widened.

Y/n's POV

Me and Nobara were talking and drinking. Suddenly someone came there. "Hey... you look preety" a boy with brown hair said to Nobara. "Thanks" she replied. I could tell that was going somewhere so I smirked at Nobara and went to a side. Someone came there to me.

"ma'am someone is calling you" the guy said. "Me?...who?" I asked. "The man from the gambling table earlier" the guy reply. I thought it's Toji. "Ok .. where's he?" I asked. "Come with me... I'll show you" he said. "Okay " I replied and started following him.

He took me to the second floor towards the VIP rooms. "Are you sure he's here?" I asked. "Yes ma'am" the guy replied. Then he stopped. "Here" he said. "In this room?" I asked. He nodded. Weird. Toji never stays in VIP rooms of any bar. I opened the door anyways.

I went inside and closed the door. Couldn't see anyone there. "DAD???? YOU CALLED ME HERE???" I called. Suddenly a voice replied. "Tsk tsk....not dad.... daddy called you here" the voice said. I looked towards the voice. I saw that white haired man on the gambling table.

I really don't wanna talk with this pervert who was scanning my whole body with his eyes earlier. I didn't reply to him and turned around to go out of the room. But the door wasn't opening?! "What the hell?!" I said. "Aw you're trying to run away from your daddy?" He said.

He was now standing so close to me. "who the fuck are you and what the hell do you want???!!!!" I said. He smirked. "I'm Gojo Satoru" he said. Gojo Satoru?! The well known mafia? I was frozen in my spot. " And what do I want? Well darling... Your dad lost you as a bet in the gambling.... that means you're mine" he whispered.

"y-you are lying.." I said. "I'm not..." Gojo said. "P-Please open the door" I requested him. "I don't think I'll" he replied and grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. I was pressed against his chest. "P-Please " I begged. "Your work is to obey not demand" he said.

"and now obey my order.... take off your clothes" he said. I struggled but he didn't let me go. "No...let me go.... please" I struggled more but his grip was too strong. "Are you gonna take my orders like a good girl or I have to force you?" He asked. "P-Please let me go " I begged.

"I'm gonna ask you last time....Are you gonna take my orders like a good girl or I have to force you?" He asked again this time more seriously. "I don't want it... P-Please " I almost cried. He smirked. "Fine.... you want the hard way...." He said with a smirk.

He pressed me more close to him. I could feel the bulge in his pants. He grabbed the back of my head and whispered "hesitating to take off your clothes when you came to a bar dressed like a whore? When I saw you there all I was thinking about suck your brea-" before he could complete I slapped him.

"get away from me!" I pushed him away and ran towards the door. But the door was still locked. "Fuck... please open the door!!!" I shouted and banged on the door. Before I could realise Gojo came behind me and grabbed my hair and pulled it. I cried out of pain. "Bitch I was being soft.... how dare you slapped me????" He said with grinded teeth.

"please I wanna go home" I cried out. He dragged me towards the bed and threw me on it. And slapped me. "Now shut up" he shouted. I grabbed my cheek out of pain. He grabbed the middle of my dress and was about to tear it. "P-Please...." I begged. He slapped me again. "What did I said?" He said. I fell silent.

"your dad lost you....to obey my orders....not to be a bitch.... understand?" He said then tore off my clothes. I was just in my pantie. He looked at my boobs with lust in his eyes and didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensation.

Then he took off my pantie."you look better without it" he whispered and then looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " so wet. You naughty little slut, you were imagining your master doing dirty things with you ~". Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pants.

His dick sprang out. It was too big and too thick. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " G-gojo no no no... P-please no... s-stop" I begged but didn't even listen to me and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I screamed. Why was this happening with me?! He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was liking it so much. His thurst became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself.

With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I moaned. He looked down at me. " Call me daddy.... say that it feels so good... and maybe I won't cum inside" He said while thrusting. I sobbed looking at him. He spanked me"come on...you can do better " he said. "I-It feels so good... daddy" I whispered to him. He kissed me and whispered"good girl". But he didn't pull out. His thrust became harder. "W-wait...you said you'll pull out" I said. "I said maybe" he whispered with a smirk. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out.

"you know I'm lucky that I chose to come here and play gambling with your dad.... I got my whore" he whispered grabbing my face and then chuckled.

Give me your requests guys...

I love when you give me your requests 💕

[spitblaze]

Hello, Mr. Lev, sir! They added Octopath Traveler to GamePass, and I've been itching to play it after seeing how much it has enraptured you. Any advice or anything I should know going in?

Oh absolutely, lemme lay out some stuff:

Gameplay-wise, this game is very strategy-based and often grind-heavy. If you wanna slap some mods onto it to make the gameplay less tedious in terms of exp/jp gain, I would not blame you At All. If you're into that kinda stuff (like me) it's a LOT of fun utilizing strategy to take down beasts, but if you're not, I say there's no shame in watching a playthrough instead.

You will see people talking a lot of shit on this game. These are typically people who got their opinions from people who already do not like RPGs and went into a game mis-marketed by Square Enix, who is already well known for botching the marketing on everything they produce except Final Fantasy and Dragon Quest. The game is a pretty consistent 7-8 out of 10, it's not the best thing they've ever made but it is not even CLOSE to the worst thing theyve put out and people get wayyy too mad about it for some reason.

Don't, like...go in expecting super deep inter-party interactions. You get plenty of them, like 3-4 per chapter after everyone's chapter 1 (in order to get them you need to have the specific character they wanna talk to in your party. After a major plot beat the move is usually to go to the tavern and swap people out until you see the party banter icon in the corner, but if you don't wanna do that they're all available on the octopath wiki). It's annoying that there's not more of them but for me what really makes my brain like to gnaw on it is that the characters are all strongly written but there's a *lot* of space left in the air to be filled in, and if you mesh with the characters and the storytelling you'll find that it's so easy to fill in the blanks yourself.

If you don't vibe with one, that's fine. Two is generally considered the better of the two for the technical improvements and more inter-party interaction, but there's no right answer in terms of which one is narratively better. It's alllllll subjective

btw invest in Therion early. hes good as a dodge tank and a magic user but the OT1 Thief movelist is actually kinda nuts. He doesn't have to be the one you start with but if you do I apologize in advance for the funny purple thief brainrot

Same with Tressa, parts of the Merchant movelist may seem underwhelming at first but once you get to the point where money is easy to come by and you have A Certain Secret Job, it's VERY hard to justify leaving her at home for tough fights.

also you should play Live A Live. its not quite right to call it OT a spiritual successor but it takes some strong cues from it. also the remake on switch is really good

That's all I can think of in this moment. I'm sure other people have their own stuff to add, and I don't think I can add anything else myself without getting overly biased so. ye, don't be discouraged by individuals saying it sucks, play octopath, if you like strategy-oriented turn-based games then there is a good chance you will like it i think!

[foundering]

ABOUT ME [WIP]

Hello, I'm Founder! This is gonna have a lot of talking, so bear with me!

I'm completely new to Tumblr and how it works but I'm going to try navigating it slowly; I'm a digital artist who's probably gonna be posting lots of Spamton and UTDR content!!

the basic tldr:

I go by Founder, but Foundering is a-okay!

22 - She/Her

Spamton-centric fixation you'll see a LOT of that here

PLEASE feel free to message however you like, I wanna meet some friends! (please i'm desperate sobs)

DNI pr0ship, lgbtphobic or otherwise unpleasant people

My carrd / strawpage here!

You want my Discord? Ask!!

I use tone tags, LOTS OF CAPS / emojis and keysmash sorry if this gets annoying I'm really hyper!!

other stuff you should know below:

I roleplay! I wanna interact with other RPers and defo wanna talk to those ask blogs BUT I'M REALLY SHY 😭

I love hearing about yume/selfships, indulgent AUs and any sort of fun fan content you have, cringe isn't real and your faves LOVE YOU!

I make lots of sonas based on my fixations and you might even see them one day (hopefully)

Please let me know if I'm allowed to draw your characters because I will!!

It takes me a thousand years to finish art so you'll mostly see reblogs from me, I'm trying to get out of art block!

You're allowed to use my doodles with credit I don't mind, I probably won't post a super ton 'cause I'm suffering art block (and anxiety BAHA) but I'm always here, I love seeing everyone's art!

I do have Twitter, toyhouse and bsky but I don't really post there, but lemme know if you have one I'll follow you >:)

I usually talk a lot if you give me the chance so LET ME IN!! I wanna meet a lot of you 'cause your art makes me melt I just feel like a fool /t

Uhh I don't know what else I should add here right now but I might edit this a bunch, thank you for reading!

[voidedmuffin]

Hey Systems!

Mostly directed at the Quotev refugees, but obviously anyone is welcome! Also, if you're a kinnie, there's also stuff in here for you regarding sourcecalls and fun blogs!)

First of all, hi. I feel weird doing this on my main blog since I'm not exactly public with it, but I figured it'd be less confusing. Yay

Feel free to ask questions in the comments/reblogs/notes on this post or in my blog inbox(you can do so anonymously as well, but you won't get a notif for it). Lemme know if I missed anything

This is a Lot of ground to cover, and therefore a long post!

System related tags, blogs and sideblogs, source/canoncalls, system-related blogs

Basic system-related tags and what they mean:

#sysblr General system tag for when you're just talking about assorted system stuff, or being yourself and would like the system community to see. Alt related #system stuff, #sys stuff, #system, #plural, #plurality

#actually did, #actually osdd Posting about the disorder itself. Whether it's studies or your specific experiences with it

#syscourse System-related discourse. It's common courtesy to leave the other sys-related tags off syscourse posts because it's rude to drag people in who are casually scrolling through a tag not wanting to see syscourse

#endo safe + #anti endo Endogenic systems are ones that form without trauma. Have whatever opinion on them you want. It's just a tag to welcome/ask them to leave. Alt related #anit endo, #pro endo

#[system/introject/etc] positivity Your usual positivity posts!

#sourcecall If you have fictives that are wanting to reach out for sourcemates from their piece of media, you're gonna wanna tag with this! You can also find blogs that allow you to submit to them anonymously to find sourcemates. Alt related #canoncall

#fictive, #factive I think this is self-explanatory. Posting about fictives/factives--being one with experiences, or looking for others. Related to source calls, you'll also want to tag with #[media] fictive, #[character] fictive. I'll get into how to go about making these posts later, along with those blog reqs. Alt related #introject

Blogs and sideblogs

Obviously, you'll have your main blog that you make when you get Tumblr(mine is @voidedmuffin, as you see here), but Tumblr allows the unique ability to have multiple sideblogs completely separate from your main. Some people use this feature to make a spam blog, art blog, interest blog, ask blog, etc. A common thing with the system community here is alter-specific blogs and/or a general system blog for catchall stuff. I'll be using some of ours as examples

Starting with comparing them. @legsystem is our general catchall system blog that our alters can post to publically or anonymously. I tend Not to post system-related things on my personal blog, just cuz I'm a little private about it. @timdrakesstaff is a fictive alter of Tim Drake from DC(he's a loser, lol). He made his own blog to interact with others as himself without needing to mask as the host. Some other alters Also use his blog because they like encroaching on others' property, lol

Our immediate bios aren't very descriptive because of our private nature, but it gets the jist across of pronouns and age. Some system blogs will link their Carrd or Rentry here, or do that in a different post.

The reason Tim's blog has two URLs listed is because if you view it on desktop, you can see a very personalized page! Very cool Tumblr feature that you can find layouts for!! That means you layout makers have enrichment here still! In fact, you have a lot more wiggle room!

Now, if you scroll down on Legsystem, you will see a pinned post

... Ignore that typo, lol

It just lays out some more information and ground rules. This is often where people will put their DNI's and stuff. We didn't use a lot of tags on it just out of preference. These can be as short or as long as you want. You don't even have to have one if you don't want to!

Sourcecalls/Canoncalls

The main difference between these two things is that the system community tends to not use the canoncall tag, as that's primarily used by the kin community, cuz it's a spiritual multiversal connection thing? I dunno, my knowledge on kinning comes from 2017-2020 Qutev kinmunity and uhhhhh, that was just a large group of systems who Didn't Know Yet, lmfao. Sourcecalls are just for finding fictives from the same source as you!

Like I said, there are lots of blogs out there that let you submit anonymously for a source. @findinyourkin @findthebae @kincalling @problematickincalls1(specifically for problematic sources or characters, or specific timelines. They don't tag triggers, so be mindful) among many other blogs, I just know that these are popular and active ones to use!

These blogs will often have their own criteria for sourcecalls, but it usually follows Character-source-age-age range you comfy with-contact with added option of adding in memories you have to make your distinguishable or who in particular you might be looking for. Some blogs ask you to specificy if you're kin/fictive and if you're okay with the other interacting As for contact, you can link/@ a blog in the call, reblog the call to said blog, or add a "interact(like/rb) this post and I'll reach out to you!". You can turn on notifications for a post, but it doesn't always work

When you go to look for sourcemates, you'll want to look up the #[media] fictive or #[character] fictive. (Alternatively #[media] kin or #[character] kin). The former is Everything, the latter is for a specific person. This can be used to find that specific guy you might be looking for "I'm a X fictive looking for Y fictive from Z source. I will go into the #Y fictive tag to see what I can find. Or I will see all the different/unsorted people by searching #Y fictive]"

Here's a couple examples from our system! (Click on the second image to actually see the full thing, lmao)

On the left is a sourcecall post anonymously to a search blog. It follows the basic criteria I listed above. In the blog's post, they'll end up tagging it with #canon calls, #lance mcclain fictive, #voltron fictive, #fictive some blogs will tag a little differently or more in-depth. Lance ended up reblogging his sourcecall post to @legsystem so people could find him/the blog easily

On the right is a sourcecall post made by the alter on their own blog. It's very direct. Tim lists more stuff in his post than Lance did in the anon one, but ultimately they're very similar! Tim also made his in 2022 and still gets interactions(like, 2 in the last week alone, lol). So, if people look for you, they will find you!

Let's look at the tags he used...

#fictive#introject#dc fictive#dc kin#dc introject#tim drake fictive#tim drake kin#tim drake introject#canon calls#source call#kin call

This is a very wide net. He's fine with kins interacting as well, so he included the kin call tag. He tagged the relevant fictive tags, as well as his own character tag. Since it's his main/permanent sourecall, he didn't tag specific fictives he's looking for, but he's done so in other posts in the past.

System-related blogs (And kin-related!)

They're are plenty of blogs besides sourcecall ones that engage with the system community at large!

@funnier-as-a-system Will reblog posts that can be read as a system, even if that wasn't the original intent of the post. Always makes me laugh

@fictive-culture, @pluralcultureis and @systemcultureis Are both blogs that post submissions with Relatable content on general fictive and system culture. There's also more specific versions of these blogs out there. Like demifictive, factive, little, etc culture

@fictionkinfessions And other related blogs post submitted (usually anonymous) confessions. You can be as up front about who you are an/or who you might be talking about. There are also related blogs for venting

@findinyourkin @findthebae @kincalling @problematickincalls1 Previously mentioned source/canoncall blogs! They're great

There are also plenty of system-related and friendly Discord servers around. You'll be able to find them easier on Disboard, but you can find them on some of those above blogs, in some of those source fictive tags, and just through the people you meet! (Tim always throws an active comic server at all the DC people he meets, lmao)

Good luck and have fun!