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[mymindisneverhere]

late night writes… short & sweet

18+ SMUT

Masterlist

Imagine… Terry makes you say your affirmations after hearing you speak negatively about yourself.

“look in the mirror while i play with that pussy”

he instructed, using his free hand to bring your head forward until you locked eyes with your reflection. you sat in between his legs on the plush rug that covered the floor. legs wide open, kitty on full display dripping into the crack of your ass and onto your brand new rug. your knees were bent and rested against his as he stroked your cunt with his thick fingers, leaving a glossy coating on his knuckles that ran down his fingers. his middle and ring finger working you over as the seconds went by…

“tell daddy you’re pretty baby”

“i’m pretty” you cried out both from the insane amount of pleasure and the fact that just a few hours prior you were announcing the total opposite. with you working long hours and being a full time student, it was hard to find the time to get dolled up. solely focusing on not missing work or assignments, you made no time for yourself and as the days went by your confidence started to fade. so when he asked you to get dressed because he wanted to take you out to dinner, a celebration of finishing yet another semester, you expressed to him that you weren’t feeling the prettiest and that you weren’t up for a late night date… why did you do that?

“tell me how pretty you look while I’m playing in that pretty pussy.”

“I look so pretty daddy” a combination of a whine and a moan leaving your lips as you struggled to push out those words. he didn’t like when you spoke down on yourself. usually a simple conversation would take place and then you two would continue on with the day but the negative self talk was happening way too often for his liking. although he never missed a moment of praising you not only for your gorgeous looks as well as your intellect, your personality, and just simply being you, it wasn’t enough if you didn’t believe it yourself… so he had his way of making you believe it.

“daddy’s baby look beautiful all the time don’t she?”

“yessssssss.”

his deep voice praising and encouraging you while his strong arm flexed with each pump of his fingers, sending you into another dimension. you tried your hardest to recite your affirmations for him for a second time but he wasn’t making it an easy task. his fingers left your opening for a second and made way to your swollen clit, spreading your juices all over your sex.

“daddy don’t like when you say mean things about yourself and you know that.”

“i’m sorry daddy.” your face swirled with ecstasy and sorrow as he toyed your clit in circles with his fingers. your hole pulsating from the absence of his fingers, longing to be filled again. he continued his circles, making you watch his every move. the two of you sat, cheek to cheek, ear to ear, watching your own private show.

“look at my pretty girl” he smiled, noticing your confidence grow by the second as you stared at your own reflection. taking in every part of your body coupled with the vulnerability he was forcing you to bring to the forefront. you were never ugly, your body was never the problem, you just needed a little boost that’s all. “you fucking up your rug princess.”

“i don’t care daddy, i wanna cum! please!” you were on the brink and he was slowing down, why would he slow down?

“all fours, put that ass in the air!” he said, releasing you from his grasp and watching as you assumed the position. chest pressed against the floor, back arched, both hands on your ass, spreading yourself open so he could get a view of everything, exactly how he liked it. standing up on his knees, he pulled the waist band of his sweats down, letting his dick hang free. dragging his thickness down the slick of your lips, he grabbed onto your hips with one hand and slid into you until his balls were pressed firmly against your clit. you felt every. single. inch.

“uh un look at yourself and start over.” he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled back until you were staring directly into the mirror again. using his other hand to grip your throat, he demanded that you repeat your affirmations once again while he dug into you mercilessly.

‘i am beautiful’

‘i love my body.’

‘i love myself for who i am’

the list went on and on until he was pleased with you.

the more you spoke, the greater your desire to release was building. the sweet gushy sounds he was pulling from you was music to his ears. the feeling of his dick hitting your spot repeatedly along with his heavy sack slapping against your clit, you couldn’t hold it any longer.

“i love everything about myself” you cried out, finishing the last of your affirmations. “can i cum daddy? please, can i cum?” face twisted as you tried to wait for his permission, preparing yourself for the amazing feeling that was about to take you over.

“you can cum pretty girl”

“ahhhh, yes yes yes!” you yelled out in rhythm with his strokes. “don’t stop daddy, please don’t stop.”

“i won’t baby, get all that shit. you deserve it.” your eyes began to cross as you felt the flow running down your pussy, dripping onto the rug. you wanted so badly to collapse but the grip he had on your head kept you in place. your arms had given out a while ago. he kept going, ignoring the fact that you were already cumming profusely. “i don’t wanna hear that shit come out your mouth again.”

“it won’t daddy, i promise.” you cried out, practically pleading with him. you were overstimulated and damn near worn out, you didn’t think you could handle another one so soon. but he wasn’t slowing down, increasing his intensity with every thrust.

“you promise what?”

“i won’t be m-mean to myself a-again.” your breathing staggered as you tried your best to respond to him. you gasped from the feeling that was returning once again, the strong urge was coming so fast. you didn’t have time to brace yourself. you could hear yourself cumming all over him, making a total mess on his pants and the floor.

“oh my godddddd.” he continued pressing into you while at the same time soothing you, caressing your cheek with his thumb. he slowed his movements, finally coming to a stop as he watched your body shake under his grasp. carefully resting your head onto the floor, his hand slid down the length of your back, caressing your hips while you struggled to catch your breath.

“you alright pretty girl?”

“yes daddy.”

[dollfacefantasy]

PLEASE ME ♡

pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader

summary: you and satoru decide to try out being free use

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, oral (f receiving), free use

kinktober slot: day 16 - free use

When you came up with this little arrangement - the one that allowed him to have you any time, any place - you hadn't taken Satoru's inhuman stamina into account. You hadn't factored in his never-ending well of desire for you either.

His large hands are currently clasped around the dough of your thighs to keep you secure on the couch. You squirm, soft whimpers falling from your lips as he laps away at your cunt. His tongue moves in broad stripes while his lips intermittently press reverent kisses to your clit.

You'd already cum twice, and he wasn't showing any signs of letting up. The first release had been a nice wave of dull muted pleasure; the second, a bit more intense. Now, approaching the third, it feels like he's playing with a live wire at your center. Every touch drags you closer to an edge you can't climb back onto. 

Your thumbs tremble violently as you try to finish typing out a text message. It would be a miracle if a word of it turned out to be coherent. Your eyes flutter every few seconds as another surge of ecstasy hits you, and your mind wanders away from the subject of your conversation.

Before he buried his head between your legs, you'd just been watching some tv and scrolling on your phone. To your boyfriend, however, that meant you were available. Nothing was truly occupying your attention, which left it open for Satoru to capture. He strutted right up to where you lay on the sofa, asked "whatcha watching, baby?" before tugging down your sweats and parting your thighs. You choked out a "just an old movie" right as his mouth engulfed your pussy and morphed your words into whines.

This had been your life as of late. Passive tasks interrupted by the appearance of him, and his sudden need for you causing you to push them aside. You couldn't complain. He'd been so stressed lately. You hadn't been getting much time with him, and while you tried to remain understanding, you craved his affection as badly as he wanted to give it to you.

You were the one who came up with this idea. You told him he could have you whenever he wanted. No matter what you were doing, he could bend you over or spread your legs and find relief in you. It held the potential to solve both problems. Satoru could have some stress relief while you'd get more time with him. You weren't sure how it'd go at first, but it only took a day to see that he took to this way of living like a fish to water.

Your morning showers doubled in duration. In the midst of washing your hair, he'd slide in behind you, wrapping his lean arms around your waist and murmuring a good morning in your ear. Then he'd slide his cock inside you and press you against the tile wall. If you happened to be working on your laptop at your desk, he'd boost your hips up so that he could slide beneath you and bounce you on his lap as you tried to keep clicking through webpages.

Right now, you really try to focus on this stupid message. You try to care about the plans your friend wants to make and the complicated workings of her schedule that prevent you from just picking a random day and being done with it. It's just so hard when the feelings swirling in your belly make you want to abandon everything in your life that doesn't revolve around the man pleasuring you.

The last word is nearly complete in your already short reply. You just have to click a few more letters in order to finish up what you're saying. But then you feel the tip of his tongue prodding your entrance. He works it against your hole, teasing the possibility of fucking it into you. And you almost lose it right there. 

"Fuck, Satoru!" you whine and arch your back off the plush surface.

Finally, giving up, you drop your device beside you onto the cushion. It probably bounces off to the floor, but you don't even care right now. Your hands fly to the snowy locks blooming from the apex of your thighs and thread your fingers between the fine strands.

He moans into your heat when you give them a pull. His eyes roll back as if you'd tugged his cock instead. Managing to pull himself off, he looks up at you. His bright eyes droop with the haze of lust while a lazy grin spreads on his mouth that glistens with your arousal.

"Something wrong, gorgeous?" he asks. The pad of one of his long thumbs circles your sensitive bundle of nerves and drags down the length of your cunt to your slit.

You shake your head, just wanting him to get back to what he'd been doing.

"You sure?" he asks, "I didn't interrupt you did I? I can wait until you finish what you were doing if you want."

"Just shut up," you whimper and tug him back down.

He laughs but obliges you, lowering himself back to where you want him.

"And you say I'm the needy one," he mumbles before making out with your pussy again.

You have no verbal response. Your head just falls back and broken moans burst from your lips. The overstimulation really sets in now that you have nothing to distract you. Your teeth sink into the soft curve of your bottom lip but small sounds of bliss break through regardless.

"So cute, princess," he mutters, glancing up at you mockingly.

A harsh sigh blows from your nostrils, but you don't say anything that would deter him from allowing you to finish. Next to you, your phone buzzes on the couch. It hadn't fallen to the floor apparently

"You gonna get that?" he asks. You can feel his smirk against your skin.

He releases one of your legs, letting it simply rest over his shoulder. His fingers slide down and around to actually slide inside of you. You mewl at the intrusion and shake your head wildly in response to his question. Pushing your phone away, you actually hear it clatter to the ground below the couch now. You didn't want any interruptions before he made you cum.

His fingers pump in and out of you at a steady pace, nothing too fast or brutal, but you're already so worked up it doesn't have to be intense to have you panting and writhing. He tightens the grip of his other hand to keep you in place.

"No running. Can't make you cum if you try to get away from me," he taunts before lapping at your clit in time with the pushes of his digits.

"'t-toru-" you whine sharply. Your heels dig into his back. "I- it's too much. I'm gonna cum."

He doesn't say anything. That was his goal all along, you didn't need verbal confirmation to know that. He just doubles down and flicks his tongue over your cunt with precise movements.

Your fingers grip his hair so tight that your nails dig into your own palm. A loud moan erupts from you before your hips buck against his face, and you feel release washing over you. You babble out endless praise for him. "Feels so so good," "Don't stop, please don't stop," along with other incomprehensible sounds.

Tears line your eyes, ready to spill if he takes you for another round. But after you ride out the remaining waves of this one, he pulls away. He kisses your inner thighs a few times before closing them.

You've melted into a puddle on the soft cushions. Your eyes feel like they have to readjust after rolling back so hard. You lie there with your chest heaving for a few moments as he climbs to his feet.

He reaches down and grabs your phone off the ground, handing it to you with a smug look on his face.

"Think you should answer that text now. Don't want anyone worrying about you," he says before going in for a quick kiss. 

Kissing him back, you relax into the chaste gesture. You’re sure that while you’re done for right now, you know that's not the case for the rest of the day. The look in his eyes as he pulls back tells you that in a few hours time he’ll be more than ready to go again.

[mattsfavoritestar]

JEALOUS, chris sturniolo

synopsis… (inspired by this ask ) or in which you used your gay best friend to piss chris off.

warnings… bestfriend!chris, fwb!chris, jealous!chris, dom!chris, bratty!reader, kinda mean!chris is you squint, mentions of alcohol, degradation, orgasm denial, overstimulation, pussy slapping, finger fucking

@bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3

as soon as you walked into the party, you grabbed a few stares. the lingering looks not only boosted your confidence but also made you laugh a little, considering the fact that one pair of those eyes belonged to chris.

you wouldn’t say you were exclusive with him, more so a best friends who fuck type of situation. but you were the only one for chris. and he sure as hell made sure he was the only one for you. the only problem was, you loved pushing his buttons.

you purposely chose this dress in hopes to catch a few eyes mostly chris’s. you saw a few guys (and girls) watching your every move as if they were waiting on the right time to make a move on you. one guy bravely did. however he wasn’t the type of guy you were looking for.

“holy shit bitch you look hot” daus giggled. he was clearly drunk off his ass, face flushed and pupils blown out. you smiled at him, “believe it or not, it was on purpose this time” you laughed. daus handed you a cup then watched you down in within seconds.

as you both conversed over the shared drinks, a burning glare found its way to the side of your head. you glance towards the direction to see a glimpse of chris nearly crushing the red solo cup in his hand. you shot him a small smirk before pulling daus onto the makeshift dance floor.

you knew chris was watching your body move to the beat of the music. the flashing led lights made everything you did seem way more sexual than needed. granted, you were a little too close to daus. but in chris’s perspective, you were practically grinding on him. his breaking point was when your chest pressed up against daus making your tits pop out a bit.

“chris!” you cried as he roughly yanks his fingers out of your dripping pussy. he’s dragged you to a random bedroom and had you sitting on his lap with your legs wide open. you whined as you bucked your hips at the lost contact before a slap landed on your sensitive cunt.

“good girls get to cum not whores” he calmly says. chris was far from calm. he was fuming. and what better way to take his anger out than denying your orgasm a few times?

a rugged moan fell from your lips as you felt his fingers slowly circle your puffy clit. you felt yourself melt when two fingers entered inside you and curled upward. you slightly rocked your hips in a way to fuck yourself onto him but was stopped by his other hand gripping your waist.

“feels good baby?” he coos in your ear. you bit your lip with a nod as you felt yourself quickly coming to a release. you tried bouncing yourself since chris was going painfully slow but his hand on your waist made it difficult. you were so close but of course he removes his hand fully right when you were almost there.

you huffed before inserting your own fingers and pumping into yourself. you leaned back as you felt a rumble from chris’s chest as he chuckled. “you tryna get yourself off now?” he laughs. you nod as you slightly rolled your hips onto your fingers with a whine.

“chris please-“ you moaned. your fingers just weren’t enough. chris shakes his head. you tried pulling his unoccupied hand closer to your throbbing core but he left it unresponsive, practically limp in your hand. you slightly gotten his index finger inside you along with your own two fingers causing you to let out a strangled moan.

you opened your legs wider as you felt some of your arousal drip out of you. finally you felt yourself coming so close to the edge as you moved your fingers with chris’s singular one while barely being able to rock your hips. stupid of you to think chris would even allow you to cum on your own. he pulled his hand away from you aswell your own fingers, then slapped your cunt. “didn’t i say no?” he says. you whined as you tried getting up. “fine then i’ll just go get someone else to fuck me” you huffed.

you felt chris grab the back of your neck and pull you back so you could meet his eyes. he raised his eyebrow at you as if he was daring you to genuinely get someone else to touch you. chris pulls you into a messy kiss. you felt his fingers re-enter you slowly as you moaned into his mouth.

at first you thought he was going to edge you again but this time he picked up the pace. his long fingers stretched your walls in a way that your own could never. you reached up to the nape of his neck and tugged at his curls. the groan that came from his mouth vibrated your body just enough to finally send you over the edge.

you felt a water like texture shoot out you as your legs shook. you pulled away from chris’s mouth as you tug his hair even more. “c-chris wait.. s’to much!” you cried as he continued with his pace as it grew more brutal.

you felt as if your insides were raw from chris roughly stroking against your gummy walls. “c’mon baby tell me who’s fucking you this good? me or that guy?” he says in a angered tone. one of your hands found its way to his wrist as if your were trying to stop him or slow him down but you made no effort on moving him.

“tell me”he grunts. the wet sounds coming from your cunt was filthy. you could feel yet another orgasm brewing in your stomach. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as loud moans left your throat. it was a good thing that music the was blasting so loud. “y-you chris.. fuck!” you cried.

yet another round of sticky liquid spraying out of your puffy cunt. chris harshly pulls his fingers out then slaps you right on top of it causing you to jerk forward. you didn’t even notice the tears falling down your face from the overwhelming pleasure till it dropped onto your chest. your legs felt like jello as they shook.

“you okay?” chris questioned after he licks his fingers clean from your juices. you nod as your chest rises and falls rapidly. you let out a breathy laugh as you felt yourself relaxing back onto chris’s chest. “what?” he asks.

“that guy i was dancing with was daus”

[onyourhyuck]

EXCHANGE LESSONS | L.MK

Pairing: mark lee x fem!oc

Summary: You’re the top student in every subject and your classmate!mark asks for your help in science and you offer the unprecedented exchange lessons that leave him off guard.

genre: smut, tutoring, classmates, inexperienced female oc, the concept of virginity being taken (it’s a social construct but you get it) and dominant!mark. minor groping, pussy eating and penetrating sex. Releasing on stomach, unprotected sex (please use a condom irl)

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You’re at the top of the food chain in every subject. Your desolated heart and effortless mind astounds the entire community around you. Since you’re such a smart and passionate individual, people doubt you have any flaws.

But that’s not so true. You do suck at one subject; Sex. Your body and mind leave your soul every moment you tried doing the most remote action like making out — you suck at it.

Perhaps it’s because you’re not comfortable enough with the person? Or maybe the idea of being sexually active is a new concept to you. This puts you at a frustrating disadvantage. You want to experience what it is like to be held by another person, to be worshipped and loved by every curve you have. You really want to experience intimacy. Someone’s hands holding your waist with fingers scrolling circles on your bare skin. Dancing out in heavy rain? Angry makeouts. Jealousy. You want to experience those rollercoasters of emotions. But you can’t because you’re missing the second person. This was no way a one man action.

That was until an opportunity arises. The boy in your class that wasn’t so good at any of his classes, barely scraping by. He had a thick foreign accent - and he never stops boosting about how he’s from Canada. He was visibly attractive. Most girls in your class fancy him.

Mark never really spent his day alone. Ever. There will always be people surrounding him. It’s like this was his world and we’re all just living in it you know?

“Hey Y/n,” A voice strikes up from behind. The boy standing only few inches from your height with a beige cap on backwards. It gave him a real bandboyish look today.

Your eyes dart to him. At first you look visibly confused but you manage to respond with a very soft greet. “Hey what’s up?”

You guys barely talk so this was all very new. The most talks you ever did was a simple ‘good morning’ to each other and never speak again. In fact this felt very awkward on your end.

Mark’s eyes look on the very left end of the lockers. The built tone body wearing these very baggy clothing press up on the metallic doors. Voice trailing off in an obvious direction. “Uhh, you know nothin’ much. The usual you know how it is.”

‘Yikes why does he look suddenly so guilty and suspicious?’ You question in your own mind. What was this strange feeling in your stomach? Like a hollow pit about to explode.

You mumbles quietly. “Right…”

Turning around your locker slams shut. The stuff you needed was carried by your arms. You thought this conversation had ended considering Mark wasn’t spitting out anything he wanted to say but the moment your back had turned on him, the boy quickly leaps in front of your path.

“Wait!” Mark stops you with two hands urgently.

You stop now with a small shock spread on your eyebrows and a visible streak of annoyance in your eyes.

“Tutor me! I want you to tutor me,” Mark said with a little pant to those syllables he stressed out with a stretch. Those hands come down and it really looks like for a moment he was embarrassed to ask. As if he had no idea how to ask you.

That’s all he wanted from you. It was a tutoring lesson so he could boost his grade up. Because lord knows he needs a good number. Otherwise he is finished with this class.

Your eyes line themselves on the boy. “You want me to tutor you?” You repeated back, Mark gave a simple nod. “Why me? You could have asked someone else.”

He furrows those eyebrows. “You seem- cool enough.” Mark then paused and panicked. Your expression seems unhappy by that anticlimactic response. “I mean! Your notes are cool and easy to understand. You explain things well.”

Well that came out wrong, what he wanted to say is you’re cool enough and you’re the smartest in the class. He doesn’t think he ever saw you get a bad grade.

Deep in your heart you couldn’t say no. Mark seems to be desperate for your help and you technically had an alternative motive. As bad as that sounds you can actually imagine losing your first deed to Mark. He was handsome, without a doubt you maybe fantasised getting off to him before. You don’t want to admit it but you did it more than once.

He was the new boy, wild and bright. Radiant and sweet. He was respectful, popular with everyone he hardly has any enemies. No one could hate a guy like Mark. He was a foreign exchange student from Canada and what more, he was an amazing soccer player last year. He won for your school club a trophy. He’s done pretty remarkable things.

Except his classes, which he severely needs your help with.

Sitting down in your bedroom, you constantly glance over to Mark who was sitting on the other end of your bed writing down on his notebook. To which your mind was at a war between asking him if he wants to do something else or if you should leave your stupid idea behind.

You are lost on how to approach the idea to him. You can’t just say ‘Hey let’s sleep together!’ And look like a sane person. Because that’s the opposite of normal. You barely know the guy too.

Your body lifts up your sweater and you nervously laugh it off. “Ahh it’s so hot, right? I should take this off.” Your hands pull off the warm fabric off your limbs and Mark looks up from his notes to glance at you. He looks at you for good three seconds.

The good look on your visible black tank top and cleavage exposing caught his eye but not enough for him to grasp your intentions. Instead Mark continues his work like the champ he was. Unbothered and gullible.

“Yeah? I feel normal.” Mark relies obliviously. You furrow your eyebrows and feel your stomach clench. Why was it so hard to ask Mark to have sex with you? It’s like the most difficult question for you.

And you never struggled with math questions before. You can’t believe it. Why was a simple risky move harder than school work.

He went back to doing his work. Thankfully you’re an amazing tutor so far your explanations did wonders for Mark. But you’re sat there staring at him with your eyes gawking.

You’re like an eagle pouncing, but you’re hesitant at the same time.

The boy did take notice of your stares and very acknowledged presence. But he didn’t know why and he doesn’t quite want to ask you, because what if that makes you pressured and embarrassed? Mark felt however very watched. Every movement of his pen. Every step of his breathing he makes on the same bed you’re sitting with him on.

It felt discomforting almost?

You clear your voice. “Mark have you ever had…” you pause because you’re suddenly getting to know how intrusive you are being. The boy’s head lifts up and he waits for you to finish.

“Have you ever had sex?” You begin again. You bite on your inner cheek which starts to make Mark flustered. From such a smart and disciplined girl you really have a way of starting conversations.

Mark nodded. “Yeah. Did you?”

Even if it was an inappropriate comment, Mark didn’t lie about it and he answered you truthfully. The boy didn’t know what to say at first. But what’s the harm in saying yes?

You don’t reply and you move a little closer to Mark holding your knees against your chest. Wearing shorts came in handy because Mark can see a full outline of your beautiful legs.

“What was your first time like?” You ask without answering him. Mark raised up his eyebrow thinking to himself. “Uhh,” he sits up on the mattress.

Mark brushed the pen down on the notebook. “I think it was with my girlfriend at the time.” You fully expected him to say some chick at the party but knowing his ex girlfriend was his first time, made this somehow really sweet and romantic.

Mark mumbles. “But what was your like?”

Your lips fell in a thin line. In an embarrassing way you turn away your gaze when your reply hits the taller quick.

“Mark I am a virgin,” You said it with a moment of clarity. He wasn’t sure why you’re still a virgin when you’re decently attractive and hella smart.

It somehow doesn’t make any sense.

Mark’s mouth drops like an umbrella sheet. “No way.” And you nod to show its the truth. Mark laughs a bit not in a mocking way but in a sense of disbelief to lighten up your mood.

He could tell you’re almost ashamed but he didn’t think that’s anything to be ashamed of. In any case he wonders if that’s a positive more than a con.

“Hey Y/n that’s not a bad thing you know that right?” He nudges your arms with his elbow with a smile.

You sigh a little. “I know but I want to experience it. I don’t really care about my virginity that much.”

“So how come you’re still a virgin? You’re pretty and smart.” Mark chuckles, he didn’t quite understand it. If you wanted to lose your virginity card so badly how come you still have it?

Your eyes look at him, your chance to tell him how clueless you are when it comes to sex arises. A part of you don’t want to tell him you’re bad at sex because that’s really embarrassingly stupid. Or the fact that you have no idea how to do anything. You can’t even figure out how kissing goddamn works!

You swallow down your own emotions. “I have no idea how to have sex.”

Moments later your eyes have glued together in what seems to be a staring competition. Mark didn’t think you’d be completely clueless. It came so naturally to him when he was about to do it for the first time. To you this was like a big deal.

Mark comes forward mumbling nervously. “You don’t know how to kiss either?” You shake your head a no.

The boy was silent until his eyes fell down to your lips. They look pretty, they seem very red and plum. He couldn’t grasp it but the guts clench in a sudden contraction.

“Do you want me to teach you?” Mark starts to ask you. Your face fell to the ground or it rather feels like it. He read your mind.

He was so nervous about it, he didn’t want to come off like a freaking creep to you. Little does he know you were begging for this offer.

He trails. “You know — like exchange lessons? You helped me with science and I can help with sex lessons.”

That doesn’t sound too bad to you. The deal was appealing. Your eyes sparkle up and come forward to kiss his lips. When you did the first gesture this said a lot to the boy before you. You were agreeing. You didn’t back away, your eyes were glowing at the idea of him teaching you what to do during sexual encounters. And thus, he opens his mouth slipping in slowly his tongue. Caressing your soft untouched mouth was like a dream come true. You were like melting ice the moment your mouth felt the warmth of the salivas mixing in as one. The kiss was slow at the beginning but occasionally you got the hang of the pace and Mark decided to spice it up.

He had to spice it up for you. Mark wanted to show you how it really is. What it really awaits you. The kiss springs from the bottom, a sudden piercing movement shocks you causing your moans to fall off.

Did he just bite your bottom lip? He smirks at your reaction and pulls you down on the bed. Hovering above your lean shoulders those grabby hands touch on your waist to position you a little downwards to his liking.

Mark kissed your neck, your jawline, down the side to your ears and your shoulders once your top slips off leaving you in your bra.

Your bra was a pretty blue colour. Mark smiles at your chest in slight adoration. Your eyes took a glimpse of his eyes and his lips have small kisses to your chest, to the cleavage. In between your breasts he brushed his face into the softness of your pillows.

“You know I’m surprised you’re a virgin.” He begins quietly, travelling his mouth down to your stomach till your navel touches.

Your feet curl up. This was somehow nerve wrecking but it feels good? But it’s so slow and it’s like he’s bringing you to rest.

“Why?” You ask out quietly.

Mark mumbles when his fingers reach the very entrance of your panty lining. He stops at your abdomen monitoring the shorts he took off. Your panty matches the colour to your lovely bra. You feel so warm between the flat stomach, his fingers slip your panties down to your legs half way.

Eyes look up to see your face. “You strike me as someone who knows everything.” He might be right. You come across as reliable person.

But you don’t know everything unfortunately, you’re only human and you doubt that Mark knows absolutely everything too. You smile shyly and close your thighs together.

This was embarrassing. You never really went further than kissing someone badly before. He could see everything but the moment your legs shut him off Mark gave a small nudge with his hands to pull your thighs apart gently.

“No hiding Y/n come on? Open up for me.”

Your hands cover your face as your legs open up like two doors. Mark smiles in awe but you couldn’t see that. The boy kissed your entrance, like a peck to the lips until those same lips kiss the inner thighs. He loved seeing your legs trembling from nothing but nervousness.

You really are a small ball of wreck.

He quietly says. “You’re pretty down there why are you so worried?”

He didn’t quite understand what was making you this anxious and you shudder when his tongue does kitten lick motions to your pussy. You’re unable to make any sense of what just happened, but all you know is that this feels too good to stop.

Tongue traps at your nub flicking his motions in left and right directions: your pelvis subtly lifts off the bed to roll back. Mark hums against your entrance, he was devouring you as if it’s his first time too. It feels too good for you and that’s what’s making him get off the whole idea: You feeling good.

His tongue went inside your small hole giving it a few thrusts of his tongue. His nose pressed right against your clit. Your burning hot skin flushes his face and your thighs squeeze when your stomach clenches so tightly. Without a warning you slip into oblivion.

Mumbling out highly. “Fuckfuckfuck m’gonna cum.”

Striving to give you the best orgasm of your life, Mark feverishly sucks on your edging pearl, your clit was practically swollen and this pushed you right off the edge just as he wanted you to. He was watching up at you from down there seeing your spine arch and your moans hit the back of your throat, so hoarse and sore. The way your eyes shut and your hands grip at anything nearby: the bed sheets, your breasts, his thick hair.

Pulling out of your wet slimey pussy from all the coating of saliva. You take a deep breath, Mark positions him above you he saw your bright reddish cheeks and your sparkling wet eyes. You look beautiful like this.

He whispers. “Do you still want to continue?”

Your mind was a fog but you never hesitated to reply to your classmate. “Yes, please.”

It’s definitely a sight to see. You’re being so adamant about it. Mark leans down and pulls down his rock solid crotch out. Those jeans slipped off and it leaves an ugly feeling when you’re hard in jeans.

It feels like a big weight lifted from him when it comes off. The boy sits back and gave you a glance as if he is telling you to come forward.

“Do you want to take the boxers off?” You heard him ask you. Your eyes light up and with your small hands pulling off his boxers. Mark gave you a dark gaze when his large cock springs up against his stomach. Your mouth waters just looking at it.

Your stomach made a small butterfly clutch too. You look at him in panic. “Whoa wait, will that fit?” You sound so dumbfounded. But Mark grinned and he rubs your thighs reassuringly.

“It can, it will. Trust me on this I’m the teacher here.”

He was right he was the teacher here and you’re just a mere helpless virgin. You lay down on the bed sheets when Mark moves on top of you his hard tip had to do a few teasing streaks on your entrance. You were anticipating him to just ram it in — but he wasn’t.

You were just impatient and Mark was a very patient guy who didn’t want to rush a process like this. At least for now he doesn’t have anywhere to be, what’s the rush right?

The tip was pushed out and back in, it was like a car reverse and driving forward. Your entrance was locked tight so Mark wants to stretch you out with just the tip. He had a feeling he might have to use two fingers before anything else is to happen. The boy pressed his thumb and rubs your clit. You mumble out a whine, and then his singular finger goes inside you just to do a little stretch here and there. The second finger was when it starts to feel too good for you. Your eyes shut and your voice starts to feel good.

He made his hand shake a little and then come out. Only for his tip to slip in fully in you and then gradually expand his shaft inside your pussy. You feel good, Mark was addicted to the feeling of his cock buried in your velvety new walls.

He grunts, his breath shaking. “Ah fuck Y/n, you feel better than i thought you would.”

It took every ounce of his body not to rut against you like a wild fucking beast, Mark moves up against your stomach. Your hands tremble upwards to hold his forearms.

“Mh! Fuck, it kind of hurts.” Your voice murmurs and the boy had his attention all on you. He was watching only your face when his body did the moving thing. When you told him it kind of hurts, Mark had a feeling the pain will turn to pleasure soon for you. All he could do was give a small ‘shh’ and a kiss on the forehead for you.

You’re kind of glad Mark is your first. He seems to be gentle and loving enough for this. If it was anyone else you don’t think they would be as supportive as he was to you.

A simple kiss on the forehead made your worries disappear. And you let him rut against your pussy that squelches on his shape, taking every single inch of his cock until he was balls deep.

He was right, the pain did turn to pleasure real soon.

He brushed some of your hair back from your face as his thrusts connect to his pivoting muscles and hips. Mark admires your honesty expressions too, he couldn’t help himself. You were pretty even in this state.

The boy brushed down your jawline, he leans to capture a kiss on your lips. Your voice slips off like a breathy breeze. “Mark — feels too good.”

He smiles down at you. “I know,”

Your thighs wrap themselves on his waist and that brought him deeper in a whole new position when he is pushing in your loving arms. And then you feel a strong urge in the stomach, something that’s about to explode.

Your eyebrow ends connect, furrowing. “M’think I’m gonna cum…”

You didn’t exactly know but the feeling was so intense it overlaps your hearing and your brain goes back moments later after the surging sensation washes over you.

Mark feels you cumming right on his cock, he grits his teeth together jawline attached with his remaining strength.

“Me too, I’m close, hold on.” He mumbles lowly until he fucks himself just enough to pull out of you and then flick his wrist down the shaft to paint you of his cum on your bare stomach.

Deeply breathing the boy pulls back on the bed, you achingly sit up with a small groan. You never felt your body become this sore.

Your eyes watch Mark as the boy brushed back his hair with his hand. You both look like visible messes. Sweating and panting.

Your lips curve into a small smile. “So, do you need help with anything else in your classes?”

Mark gave a visible chuckle somehow it feels like you’re going to be more of a distraction when you’re going to tutor him than he likes to believe.

“Uhh, let’s see.” He replies, looking at the studying materials you guys left unattended on the floor. Scattered is the right word more like.

“I think I prefer to Exchange Lessons.” He admits, causing you to chuckle.

Mark thinks you do too, considering you’re not disagreeing.

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[reasonsforhope]

Seven thousand more UAW members just walked off the job, expanding the strike to two more plants. Twenty-five thousand autoworkers are now on strike, and the walkout could continue to escalate if the Big Three don’t budge in negotiations.

[UAW president Shawn] Fain announced that Stellantis would be spared this time. The union had been expected to strike all three companies, but, said Region 1 director LaShawn English, three minutes before Fain was scheduled to go on Facebook Live, the UAW received frantic emails from company representatives.

[Note: Love that for the UAW. Also laughing so hard. Three minutes before the next round of strikes were annouced!!]

According to Fain, Stellantis made “significant progress” on cost-of-living allowances, the right not to cross a picket line, and the right to strike over product commitments and plant closures. “We are excited about this momentum at Stellantis and hope it continues,” Fain said...

“See You Next Week — Maybe?”

“These guys wanted to go out a long time ago,” said Cody Zaremba, a Local 602 member at the Lansing GM plant after the news broke that his plant would be joining the strike. “We’re ready. Everybody, truly, I believe, in the entire membership. They’re one with what’s going on.”

Five thousand workers at thirty-eight parts distribution centers across twenty-one states have been on strike since last Friday [September 22, 2023], along with thirteen thousand at three assembly plants in Michigan, Ohio, and Missouri who walked out on September 15. (See a map of all struck facilities here.) ...

The UAW is now calling on community supporters to organize small teams to canvass dealerships that sell and repair Big Three cars and trucks. On Tuesday, the union issued a canvassing tool kit with instructions, flyers, press releases, and talking points.

In negotiations with Ford and GM, autoworkers have clinched some important gains. Among them is an agreement by both companies to end at least one of the many tiers in current contracts, putting workers at certain parts plants back on the same wage scale as assembly workers. The top rate for Big Three assembly workers is currently around $32...

Ford was spared in last week’s escalation, because bargainers there had made further progress on gains for workers.

But today, the UAW once again called out workers at Ford and GM, putting some muscle behind its bold demands — a big wage boost, a shorter workweek, elimination of tiers, cost-of-living adjustments tied to inflation, protection from plant closures, conversion of temps to permanent employees, and the restoration of retiree health care and benefit-defined pensions to all workers.

-via Jacobin, September 29, 2023. Article continues below.

Keep Them Guessing

This year, for the first time in recent history, the union has played the three auto companies against each other with its strike strategy, departing from the union’s tradition of choosing one target company and patterning an agreement at the other two.

The stand-up strike strategy draws inspiration from an approach known as CHAOS (Create Havoc Around Our System), first deployed in 1993 by Alaska Airlines flight attendants, who announced they would be striking random flights. Although they struck only seven flights in a two-month period, Alaska had to send scabs on every plane, just in case. The unpredictability drew enormous media attention and drove management up the wall. Meanwhile the union was able to conserve its strength and minimize risk.

The companies miscalculated where the UAW was going to strike first, stockpiling engines and shipping them cross-country to the wrong facilities. Autoworkers relished the self-inflicted supply chain chaos on UAW Facebook groups and other social media platforms.

Nonstrikers’ morale on the factory floor has gotten a boost from rank and filers organizing to refuse voluntary overtime. With support both from Fain and the reform caucus Unite All Workers for Democracy (UAWD), workers have been encouraging each other to “Eight and Skate,” meaning to turn down extra work and decline to do management any favors.

Majority Public Support

A majority of Americans support the UAW strikers, and the Big Three have taken a PR hit since the strike began, according to a new survey conducted by the business intelligence firm Caliber.

“Eighty-seven percent of respondents told us they were aware of the strike,” Caliber CEO Shahar Silbershatz told the Intercept. “It’s clear the strike is not just causing commercial repercussions, but reputational repercussions as well.”

These reputational repercussions will only worsen...

"We Can Unmake It"

Fain didn't pull any punches in his speech... “That’s what’s different about working-class people. Whether we’re building cars or trucks or running parts distribution centers; whether we’re writing movies or performing TV shows... we do the heavy lifting. We do the real work. Not the CEOs, not the executives.

"And though we don’t know it, that’s what power is. We have the power. The world is of our making. The economy is of our making. This industry is of our making.

“And as we’ve shown, when we withhold our labor, we can unmake it.”

-via Jacobin, September 29, 2023

[felassan]

Snippets from shinobi602, cut for length.

Comment made after the character trailer, before the gameplay reveal:

"I know I sound like a broken record at this point but I'd really wait for the gameplay footage before writing it off. I agree that the tone of the trailer isn't how I would have personally revealed the game lol. But it's definitely a mature story...(with classic DA humor of course) I think people will come around when they see it in motion." [source]

Comment made before the gameplay reveal:

"I just got a sneak peak at the gameplay being shown on Tuesday. A small sample, but enough to get a good taste. It feels like a much better Inquisition to me. Absolutely not Fortnite or Overwatch." [source]

Comment made before the gameplay reveal:

User: "Maybe this gameplay showcase is going to show us all the character creator options, the RPG mechanics and skill trees, the expansive dialogue choices you can make, the minute to minute gameplay and how the world works." Shinobi: "You won't get all of that. But it's a solid chunk. This is just the first step in a long several months ahead. They have to save stuff for more beats down the road too or else you run out of gas lol." [source]

Comment made before the gameplay reveal:

User: "Very excited to see a glimpse into that for the gameplay reveal, hoping the game's beginning is as memorable as the other entries" Shinobi: "It is a massive boost in quality for the series. I'm not talking art style or anything, but just in terms of sheer quality and technical fidelity. Really hard to keep my tongue bitten lol, but I'm excited to see what everyone thinks tomorrow." [source]

Comment made after the gameplay reveal was teased:

"Yup, that's what it looks like, but there's so much more goodness. Looks amazing imo." [source]

Comment made before the gameplay reveal:

"it feels like the ME2 of Dragon Age." [source]

Comment made before the gameplay reveal:

"Oh just wait. The hair tech is phenomenal in this. Even I was thinking "aye is this a Bioware game!?" lol." [source]

Comment made before the gameplay reveal:

"They look different but to be honest the more you see them, the more you get used to it. I love the way Harding looks now. It's more stylized, but also a huge boost in technical fidelity in Frostbite." [source]

Comment made after the gameplay reveal, before the press who saw the demos at SGF shared about what they saw:

"Pretty much every person I've talked to across a dozen different media outlets, ~95%'ish, has walked out of the private demo sessions with glowing praise." [source]

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"I don't mean there aren't any open ended areas to explore. But it's a tight game, with a focus on not wasting the player's time with bloat. They took a lot of that feedback from Inquisition." [source] [re: the game not being open world in design]

-

One preview from a large outlet basically boils down to 'Bioware is back'. [source]

-

"I'm optimistic. From conversations I've had, they are genuinely serious in trying to make a Bioware classic here. They do not want a repeat of Andromeda or Anthem. I can only go based off what I've heard obviously - haven't played it. We all have our opinions on the combat, but they learned a lot of hard lessons since Inquisition, taken a lot of feedback to heart, and want this to feel like that tight, structured high quality experience we used to get from them. Andromeda and Anthem came in hot at launch. I felt some warning signs before those came out, but here? Right now they're just polishing. It's all polish from here to release. I'm really hoping this is the start of their return to form. That team's been through a lot, I hope it works out for the best." [source]

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User: "I think there certainly is a decent contingent of legitimate dissatisfaction or concern around the game, but I'm not sure that that's an overwhelming segment, but I do think it's something BioWare in EA should not and cannot ignore." Shinobi: "They've definitely taken notice. There's a lot more to show between now and launch." [source]

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"One thing I'm particularly happy about and can't get over is how much better the hair rendering is. It might be a small thing to some but it looks incredible. It's in another stratosphere compared to DAI." [source]

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"Everyone in the previews was gushing about how robust the CC is in Veilguard so there might be a decent chance to make some wild Qunari designs." [source]

On the Next Mass Effect:

"ME will look very, very good. Don't worry." [source]

[snowfieldstories]

In Life and Death [Chapter 4]

Kim Dokja x Reader/Original female character

<< Series masterlist

Warnings: violence and language

A/N: Giggling and blushing at this one. (Fun fact: the green zone did actually shrink down overnight at the paid request of a few certain constellations...you'll see what I mean.)

Summary:

In which a reader finds herself tossed into the pages of her favorite web novel after her untimely death. A novel of a novel within reality. It's a reader's dream, right? Well, this reader vows to bring the right epilogue to her beloved character, Kim Dokja. She will give him the happiest of endings. Or she will die trying.

⚠️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ORV WEB NOVEL AND MANHWA!!!!⚠️

This gif is SO CUTE omg (⸝⸝⸝> ᴗ <⸝⸝⸝)

Episode IV. Chapter 4 — Motion Picture Soundtrack

Warmth.

So much warmth.

I stirred awake to the comfort of a secure hold around my body and an ache in my tailbone. A breath tickled the hairs on my forehead.

My eyes looked up to find Dokja resting his cheek on my head as he slept deeply. For a few moments, I was transfixed. Then I took in our position.

I was sitting tucked in between his legs, my knees bunched and his chest a pillow for me as he leaned against the green zone wall. His ankles tangled with mine and kept our legs from stretching out of safety. A notice from the Star Stream stole my attention. Upon reading it, I was filled with dread.

[You have 12 unread messages from the constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire.' View now?]

I begrudgingly accepted.

My ear pressed more and more into Dokja's collarbone, a meaningless effort to hide their redness, the longer I read Uriel's messages. She was utterly shameless. Could archangels really say such vulgar remarks? I hoped with all my heart, and dignity, that she hadn't sent the same things to Dokja.

I must have moved my head too much because his hold tightened as his eyes fluttered open.

Dokja blinked lazily, as if waking up to me in his arms was something he did every morning. "Oh, Yeona. Hello."

My chest swooped and dipped at the roughness to his voice, the casual detachment of the words. His nose was a bit red on one side from being squished into my hair. I tried responding but a funny sound escaped me instead.

"You fell asleep standing," he said by way of explanation. And it did...but not entirely.

Sorry for passing out on you, I wanted to say.

This zone is really small. My voice wouldn't work.

I guess I fell for you, huh? Cringe.

Sounds like a convenient excuse to cuddle.

"Thanks," I said in the end.

I tried to get up, twisting back to face him like a proper conversation between two people, but Dokja's arms still held me down as he himself shifted, and I ended up pressing against him. Hard.

His groan mixed with a harsh exhale. The grip around me was now constricting, and I was unable to move off of something that was very much not the firm handle of Unbroken Faith propped up against the wall beside us. Each heavy breath was one micro-movement too many with the heated feel of him under me.

I was half-turned already, my hands on his shoulders, and I slowly attempted to lift myself. The movement led to a sharp inhale and fingers digging into my side. It would have been bruising without my boost in physical stats. My thoughts were equally stuck in a loop.

He isn't letting me up. And then...I don't want to get up.

Dokja's eyes were closed, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

Then the green glow flickered and thrust us into darkness. Blue filled up the space.

[Time left — 00:00]

[The third main scenario is deactivated.]

[You have survived!]

"...It's over."

It took a moment for my words to register. Dokja released me and slid back entirely, his eyes still squeezed shut.

I scooted back on my heels. "Um, we can go to the others now—"

"Go. I'll catch up." Dokja hunched forwards, elbows on his knees as he buried his face in his hands.

I chewed my lip before getting up. "Okay."

After stretching my limbs properly, I started over to the other side of the tunnel. My slow footsteps away faltered as I heard a mumbled, "...shouldn't've...'m so sorry," from behind me. I looked back at Dokja.

"It's alright," I said quietly. Then I chose to continue on.

Really, it was. It's not like I wasn't flattered or anything, or that I didn't like it (of course I liked it—and wanted it—much more than I should), but I doubted it meant anything.

It was a typical male, bodily response in the morning. That wasn't exclusive to me.

[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' wants you to turn back now and ride 'Kim Dokja's' d■ until night falls!]

"Uriel, please..." I strained out. Perhaps I should seriously consider using all of my luck to make sure she didn't issue a sex-related, personal scenario with a death penalty, or something else insane. "I don't want that."

I was a liar. But I also had strong sense of rational self-preservation.

Uriel was quiet. I shook off any further thoughts on the matter as I neared my three companions.

"Choi Yeona!"

I was pulled into a hug. Surprisingly, it was Lee Hyunsung first. He was teary eyed, and sent me a wobbly smile. He spoke as I drew Sangah and Heewon into my embrace next. "We only had eyes on you two for a moment, and then the monsters were so close that it looked like—say, where's Kim Dokja?"

My smile became fixed. "He's coming. We, uh, ended up getting some sleep in the green zone. He's still waking up."

Sangah tried covering up a laugh with coughing, hiding her mouth behind her hand. I narrowed my gaze at her.

"Hopefully you slept well," she said. Innocent was her tone, but her eyes were alight with mirth.

No way, could she really see that far? "As well as can be."

We made our way back to the platform. Apparently, none of them had been able to sleep a wink. It was expected, being so close to the origin of the monsters. The snarling alone must have been unnerving.

I asked about Joonghyuk, but none of them had seen him after the first hour or so fighting monsters down by the spawning location. He was probably licking his wounds in some empty corner. I didn't fancy running into him—he'd probably chop me in half right now.

We reached the platform and I spotted a few pairs of feet before hopping up. "Gilyoung? Namwoon?"

"Noona!"

I scooped Gilyoung into a delightful hug and kissed each of his cheeks. They burned red after I pulled back. "Did everything go well?"

He nodded his head, rather dazed.

Namwoon bounded up with his head turned. His chin jutted out as he pointed to his own cheek. "Look. I'm happy to see you too, so me next."

I flicked his skin, unimpressed. "Aren't you too old for that?"

"...So harsh, angel-noona."

Sangah, Heewon, and Hyunsung scrounged for blankets and anything that might serve as a cushion to set up a makeshift camp. Gilyoung joined them, his eyes were heavy with a need for sleep, and I settled on one of the benches nearby. Namwoon sat leaned against the wall next to me.

I observed him as he fiddled with his giant knife. The blade was a rich, blackened purple and the handle appeared to be made from scales of the same color. I asked him about it and he brightened.

"My sponsor gave it to me as a gift. Well, not gave it to me; I had to finish a task first. But I proved myself! And my strength," he bragged.

"It's beautiful. What did he have you do?"

Namwoon's eyes glittered like rubies as he dove into the tale. "It was when hyung took me out to gather supplies before the poison fog came..."

Joonghyuk was teaching him, cultivating his skills so that his power could grow at a rapid pace, when the Black Flame Dragon sent him a personal scenario: seek his brethren and kill any that threatened its safety. Then he was given a location and time limit. For a period of twenty-four hours, Kim Namwoon stood guard and slaughtered any beasts and humans that dared attempt to harm the egg.

The mention of an egg set off alarm bells in my mind. A powerful dragon not unlike his sponsor, Abyssal Black Flame Dragon. This egg must have been the Disaster of Hellfire. I never dreamed that saving the boy would have such dire consequences as potentially derailing the near-future situation with the prophets and egg, but then, this was Kim Namwoon.

I studied him. Of course his existence had a large impact already—though he might not be a central character in my novel, he certainly was in Dokja's. I gnawed on the inside of my cheek as I turned over the dangers of this revealed information.

By now, Namwoon was embellishing the events with the air of a great hero from the epics of old as he dragged out minute details. I listened, amused despite my newfound concern.

Midway through, I noticed Dokja come in and sit along the opposite wall. I frowned but forced my attention back.

Namwoon soon wrapped up his story and looked at me, expectant. My smile was thoughtful. "I suppose you are the greatest incarnation he could have matched with. It shows not only your strength, but his, too, for choosing you."

Namwoon was a bit speechless, but not for long as he stuttered out an overwhelmed gratitude. And he wasn't the only one.

[The constellation 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon' says that he isn't crying, but wiping away eye-sweat!]

[1,000 coins have been sponsored!]

I huffed a thanks under my breath. While I hadn't been overly fond of the constellation in the last round, he was slowly growing on me in this one. It probably helped that he was buying my affections with coins.

Namwoon left to use the toilets, and I turned my attention across the room. Everyone else was resting. Dokja was reading on his phone.

It was probably a good idea for me to do the same. I began flicking through the chapters until I found what I was searching for: The Night of the Prophets.

These events would be the first, greatest challenge.

A lot hinged on the Disaster of Hellfire being hatched, from Dokja's growth, to his 'King of No Killing' title, and the elimination of false prophets that would otherwise become pests to the story. I needed to ask Namwoon more about the egg he guarded, perhaps to seek it out or to tip off the prophets of its existence myself.

Just as I scrolled to search the pages of Omniscient Reader some more, my phone screen went black. Dead. Well, I hadn't charged it once since starting in this world so it was to be expected.

I dug around for my portable charger and pulled out two. I hadn't given Dokja his yet. My eyes slid hesitantly over to him.

If I went to him now, would I only be forcing my presence?

It was rather selfish of me to cling on to him the way I did, even when he might be uncomfortable, but it was so hard to stay away from Kim Dokja. He was a star that unwittingly drew me into his orbit. I grimaced at how much I sounded like a stalker giving flimsy excuses for her lunacy.

The portable charger in my palm weighed heavy.

I sucked up my nerves and doubts and went over to sit, leaving my backpack in the space between us, and doing my best to appear nonchalant. Dokja looked down at the power bank in my hands.

"The solar powered portable charger," he said. There was a curious look on his face, not one I could fully describe, but I was more overcome with relief that he didn't seem averse to my coming over. And that the awkwardness of earlier was behind us.

"Yeah. It's for you." He took it. "Once we're done with the subway stations, you won't have any issues with low battery on your phone."

Dokja turned over the charger in his hands. "Thank you. It's more of an invaluable gift than you might realize."

He then peered at me sharply, and I was a bit taken aback at his sudden, full attention. Though I would normally bask in such attention from Kim Dokja, this time it left me on edge.

Stun and deflect.

"Will you destroy all of the green zones tonight?" Dokja startled at my accuracy. "We did that in the last round, too. It's a good plan."

"You did?"

I realized then that maybe Yoo Joonghyuk hadn't destroyed the zones in the last turn. My 'Memory Retention' was only level three, after all. But Dokja's suspicion was gone in a flash, as he must have recalled that I was referring to my last regression. Of course, he wouldn't suspect the truth.

A ding! of a message distracted me, and when I made a loud noise of disbelief, Dokja leaned in curiously as if to read the words only I could see.

[The constellation 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon' states that you should ditch 'Kim Dokja' and partner with his incarnation instead.]

"What?"

[The constellation 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon' says that his incarnation is strong and will father healthy children.]

I couldn't help the look of horrified disgust that bloomed on my face. "Kim Namwoon is a child."

[The constellation 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon' argues that 'Kim Namwoon' is nineteen!]

"...Absolutely not." Another being then made itself known to the conversation.

[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' declares that nothing will come between her one true pairing!]

I could feel a headache forming and massaged my temple. The Black Flame Dragon sent a few more insistent messages to which Uriel countered with increasingly heated replies, but I closed them all out. I was not in the mood to deal with this now (and probably never would be).

"How many?" Dokja held up my bottle of aspirin.

"Just one, please." His fingers were light on the back of my hand as he shook one out, then he passed me a water. I leaned back with a sigh. "Thank you."

At his still-curious stare, I said, with a shake of my head, "Just constellations being nosy."

Dokja inspected the solar powered charger and I closed my eyes from the harsh fluorescent above. We enjoyed a companionable silence for a time.

A soft call of my name made us both look over.

Gilyoung rubbed at his bloodshot eyes, a blanket bunched to his chest. He blinked at Dokja first, then asked, "Can I sleep here?"

"Of course."

He laid the blanket snugly in between Dokja and I, and I arranged the backpack for him to use as a pillow but he wound around my leg instead. My fingers found his back, dragging my nails up and down in random shapes.

"I still hear their dying screams."

I paused. "Who?"

Gilyoung buried his head further into my thigh. "The cockroaches."

Ah, the Dark Keeper cave incident. It was sweet that this boy, despite the horrors he'd seen so far, still had a heart for the little creatures of the world. But perhaps this empathy was magnified after witnessing the cruelty humans had inflicted on one another since the world was ruined.

I resumed my ministrations on his back. He fell asleep quickly.

"Did you also watch over him in your last turn?"

Dokja's eyes followed the slow motion of my hand on Gilyoung. I pursed my lips. "No. He died before I could."

I could tell he wanted to know more. After making sure the others were well-asleep, my gaze cut back to him. "Ask whatever you wish."

"Who else...?"

"Yoo Sangah. Jung Heewon would have as well, but I—" My voice cracked. "She was saved in time."

Dokja was silent, giving me time to collect my thoughts and probably his own. "What happened in your last round?"

What indeed. I didn't want to lie to Dokja, but I also couldn't tell him the truth.

In the end..."I wasn't prepared."

Dokja's stare was prompting.

"This world was not what I expected. It's harsher and unforgiving. Still, I could survive. I pursued 'Regression' after realizing that that world-turn would not meet its right end. I needed a second chance."

"And you knew about regression from Yoo Joonghyuk."

"We met then, yes. I knew he was the protagonist."

At that, Dokja's face smoothed out. "You remembered Ways of Survival?"

"Yeah," I said, relieved that he had caught on to my insinuation. "I knew of Ways of Survival through you. It wasn't perfect knowledge, but I could navigate much easier in this world because of you."

Dokja was deep in thought. It made me nervous. There was one way I could derail his line of questions about my knowledge and regression circumstances, but I knew I was wretched to do so. And yet, my decision was made.

"I'm not the only one."

"What do you mean?"

"Your mother." I felt a stab in my heart as Dokja flinched. "You told her about the novel, too, didn't you? She'll use that to survive."

"How—did you meet—?"

"I don't know where she is now, but she will mask her identity and become King of the Wanderers. I'll point her out when the time comes, but...I think you'll know anyways."

Dokja was so painfully quiet, shrinking in on himself, and I felt dirty, rotten, and vile inside. Regret clawed up my throat. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, I'm glad you told me." He sounded anything but positive.

"Still, it wasn't my place. It's your private life."

"That part of my life has never been private," he said bitterly. I gnawed on the inside of my cheek as I considered him and what he might think. Dokja, if you ever discover the extent of my deception, please forgive me. I beg you.

Lee Sookyung was, in fact, dead in the last round too.

The Kim Dokja of then wasn't a reader of Ways of Survival, so naturally, his mother wasn't a listener. I prayed that Dokja would never seek to question how his mother and I were supposedly acquainted in the previous turn; I had already twisted the truth enough.

I jumped at the hand Dokja placed over my own. "Really. It's better I know."

That was good, but it didn't make me feel any less shameful.

Just when I thought the topic had been dropped, Dokja tightened around my hand. "Yeona, did she...did she tell you everything?"

He probably wanted to know if she had revealed anything he was unaware of, if she had said anything about him. My heart weighed heavy at the urgent and sincere look he gave me. A dirty, rotten liar. The half-truth was on the tip of my tongue.

I couldn't do it.

"Please, don't ask me that." I flipped my hand to clutch his and sandwiched it between my other. "This is the only turn that matters now. I don't want to live in my past, and I certainly don't have a right to live in yours."

His eyes flit between mine before he nodded. I hated the disappointment in them.

There was a dull, sorrowful ache throughout my chest. "I am sorry, Dokja."

"As am I." He had nothing to be sorry for, so I only squeezed his hand before letting go.

Eventually I dozed off, my mind spinning with the web of falsehoods and fact I had created. It was becoming so tight that I was afraid it would someday strangle me.

Some time later, when everyone had rested well-enough, Dokja gathered us to discuss his plan for that night. It was nearly identical to the one in the novel, except he didn't seem to have asked Lee Jihye for help. Namwoon and I would be the ones to destroy the largest green zones of five to eight people.

"And Lee Hyunsung will accompany Lee Jihye and I in taking down Gong Pildu's Landlord Alliance zone." Ah, never mind.

No one spoke of Yoo Joonghyuk, and he was nowhere to be found.

Namwoon and I readied ourselves on stairs to the top floor. I extended my sacred light blade, and I caught him admiring it before we rushed up.

"HEY!"

A few people immediately started swearing and yelling at us as we pounded the floor of the nearest green zone with our weapons until it cracked.

[You have destroyed a green zone!]

We managed to shatter another one before the people came to their senses and charged after us. I used my light to rope them in closer and cut them down with my sword.

Namwoon was stabbing people with a cackle befitting the incarnation of the Black Flame Dragon. I cleared out the last zone and we moved to the adjoining room where a huge group of people guarded a zone for seven.

The room erupted into chaos.

But through the chaos, I noticed a black blur in edge of my vision. I turned my head to look just as I was swept off my feet.

"HUH—? Put me down!"

I was tossed over Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulder like a writhing sack of salmon, and the last thing I saw was Kim Namwoon's alarmed face before Joonghyuk dashed out of the room. "Noona!"

"Destroy the rest! Then tell Dok—mmph!"

Joonghyuk clapped a hand over my mouth and manhandled me the rest of the way. I bit down hard on his hand and he spat at me. There was scratching, there was hair pulling, and there were many, many punches. It was, perhaps, childish, but I refused to be captured so easily.

I was dragged through a doorway, a portal, and when I could see again we were in front of the Daehan Cinema.

[A hidden scenario has been activated.]

The Theater Dungeon.

Joonghyuk pulled me up several flights of stairs and finally dropped me on the ground. I leapt up, eyes blazing. He (annoyingly) caught the instant punch I threw at his face and gripped it.

"I'm taking you to the theater master," he declared.

"Why?"

"You need to learn." He didn't say any more and tried tugging me over to an untouched movie poster. I dug my heels into the carpet.

"Learn what exactly? How is this important now? I was in the middle of something before, in case you suddenly became blind in your old, decrepit age."

Joonghyuk shot me a baleful look. "Certain things are designed to trap regressors."

He waited in silence, as if I was meant to get it. And, shockingly, I did.

Was this...some sort of regressor crash course? First the phantom prison, then the weirdly-long speeches, and now this. Joonghyuk was acting like he had appointed himself as my teacher. I was all for him recalling our companionship of the last round, but not if it meant more of being kidnapped and criticized.

"Your memory manifests in strange ways," I muttered. Joonghyuk narrowed his eyes, but didn't respond as he shoved me towards the poster.

I snatched his stupid black coat and yanked him past me. He spun around with a venomous glare.

"I'm going back," I said, and crossed my arms.

"No." And he jumped towards me.

"Joonghyu—kyuk!" I choked out as his kick punched into my gut, knocking me flat on my back. My mouth tasted of metal as I coughed up blood.

"Stop. We aren't familiar."

I heaved, getting to my knees. "That's...rich...coming from you."

His face drew back in a snarl at the reminder. "I was mistaken. It seems you're more a puppet to Kim Dokja instead of the other way around."

"You need him." I ignored his jibe. "You won't complete the scenarios without his help. And you certainly won't reach the end."

"Is that so."

His fingers snapped up towards my neck, then course-corrected and jabbed me in the sternum. Wheezing, I swung out my leg and caught his side. He grunted, then grabbed it and twisted. I let my weight crash to the ground and used that distraction to clip his leg so that he fell back.

By the time I'd gotten to my feet, he, too, had regained his stance.

But he wasn't using any obvious, offensive combat skills. Nor his sword. Whether out of honor or stupidity, I respected his choice and did the same by not activating sacred light. I didn't want to draw blood with weapons.

Actually, Joonghyuk probably didn't need weapons with me. His physique was deadly enough.

My head snapped to the side as one of his fists snuck past and landed on my jaw. The clanging in my skull was staggering. How the hell was he so strong already? I activated 'Rationality Lv. 9' to bring the focus back to my muddled brain.

"If you're just going to kill me," I said while barely blocking a lethal punch to my stomach. "Why did you bother to bring me here?"

Joonghyuk froze, his fist lowering a fraction. "...I wonder."

Then, before I could blink, my legs were swept out from under me and my arms were forcibly restrained. He shuffled around and my wrists and ankles were bound in rope—even my fingers were captive, preventing me from using them to potentially cut free.

It was thorough, and I was furious.

My gaze burned up into Joonghyuk. He remained impassive. "Stay here. I'll get you when it's time."

"Fuck you! As if I'm going anywhere, tied up like this, you emo piece of shit! Heartless, sunfish bastard! Stupid regressors and their stupid fucking superiority complexes; you know nothing, Yoo Joonghyuk, you absolute—"

"Tch." He produced a cloth and gagged the remaining colorful curses from my mouth. Then he walked away and vanished into a film.

Yoo Joonghyuk, you will rue the day you thought it was smart to tie me up, I swore viciously in my mind. And I was forced to wait on the rough carpet of Daehan Cinema.

I could only hope that Kim Dokja would show up before anyone else did.

Next part ->

A/N: Boy, Joonghyuk sure doesn't make it easy for us to like him...tough love, that one.

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Shameless Self-promotion Saturday - SSS

I got tagged by the talented @alystrin03

Rules: We make a post and show off, what cool stuff we created over the past week. Art, Screenshots, writing (anything from a questionnaire about your OC to the 100K epos...) anything we do is worth to be seen and to be promoted. And by tagging people, commenting, and reblogging, we share the love and boost ourselve's and other's confidence. No matter what form you choose, whether you reblog your initial post, or create a new one with teasers, you decide!

Now I have been on and off with productivity with writing most of which I haven't finished or posted but I have a couple things.

I finished and posted chapter two of my fic "Everybody but Them" It's about everyone in the lighthouse slowly piecing together Davrin and Aria's feelings before they know. Chapter two is about Harding and Chapter one is about Neve (Chapter one here)

Are you alright?” he moved his attention from the now-dead darkspawn to Aria. He hurried over to her with his hand reaching out for her softly landing on her arm. She didn’t pull away from his touch or stiffen up as Lace had seen happen time and time again instead Aria seemed to relax moving into his touch. The antivan’s eyes looked up to Davrin’s, her lips were parted slightly, her cheeks slightly flushed from the excursion and chilly air. “I’m fine. I could’ve handled that but… thank you.” “It’s a warden’s duty, but I think that would mean that I win that one,” The worry vanished from his face instead, replaced by a playful smirk. “Next time Warden, next time.” Aria teased, wagging her finger at him. The look she gave him was gentle, a small layer of want lingering in her eyes. “With that taken care of. I’ll go start scouting ahead.” Lace slung her bow over her shoulder watching as Davrin hesitantly removed his hand from Aria’s shoulder. She became very aware that maybe she ruined a moment between the two elves with the way Aria’s expression shifted just slightly as both of them turned to her. It wasn’t a hostile look but more so as if she just became aware of the way her emotions were displayed on her face so plainly. “I’ll be back quickly and let you know if I find anything.”

I also started and posted a new fic "Unspoken Words" A slight angst DavRook fic that starts from the fight right before the team goes to Tearstone island.

“You don’t understand!” her mind was being flooded with nothing but anger “I have- I- My whole- GAH!” the carefully formed scripts she usually held, her way of controlling a conversation slipped from her as she fell further down an emotional rabbit hole. Everything she wanted to stay fell short on her tongue and everything she needed to say wouldn’t form into coherent thoughts. She pressed her fingers to her forehead. She hated this feeling, hated not having control of the conversion and over her emotions. “You’re right I don’t understand! I even said that. Make me understand!” After a small beat of silence he followed it with a soft and gentle “Please.” A plea as he drew close to her. She could feel him standing just right behind her. His gaze probably filled with sorrow as he stared at her, waiting for an answer. She took a deep breath, feeling the air suck in through her throat filling her lungs before she released it back out. “When you’re a crow you are not promised tomorrow.” The words slowly found their way through her mind forming and planning just as they always did. If she just could keep her emotions under control, it would go smoothly, but emotions were a raging storm that can never truly be quelled. “You are trained from a young age to kill. You are told that you are to die young. Many crows die before they finish training, some just a year later. But all of them die.” “Wardens are the same. You say I don’t understand but I-” Her head turned sharply. “No, you don’t!” The storm was slowly starting to form once again, the dark clouds hanging in her mind with threats of rain and high winds shuffling around her carefully planned words.

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|Darkness Imprisoning Me ch1

au!remmick x reincarnated wife! Oc reader

synopsis “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.” A prayer Delayna preaches, foreshadowing the demise her love brought upon her before making a deal with the devil in the afterlife to be reborn in the next lifetime to cast her revenge for a vengeful suffering soul she once had on the man she once loved who’s greatest privilege is immortality.

warning(s) nsfw. mdni 18+. prolific dreams. religious undertones. oral implied (f and m recieving). choking (implied). alcohol mentioned - Lovers to Enemies To Lovers, deep description of possible wounds, mentions of murder, blood, violence, Smut with or without plot in future chapters to come, knife play, heavy mentions & use of blood, use of bondage, that is all for now.

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Galway Ireland, 1169 June 23rd

“Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.” She murmured to herself as she knelt by the edge of her side of the bed as he held her rosary in the palm of her hands, as she concluded her prayer she crossed her heart as she slowly stood up and rested her rosary against her bedside table as she made contact with her husband, her lover, soulmate, partner for the rest of her life & many others, the quirk of his lips as he brushed himself forward chuckling softly “y’still delving into them foolish tales darling?” She smiled softly & rested herself comfortably on the bed “Remmick don’t be bitter now, it gives me faith in the world, you know this.”

Remmick shook his head snickering as he held his hands behind his back still, She knew what he was, he was dead, she knew this the minute they found each other but for some sick hopeful reason she was accepting of it, accepting of her husband being a murderous animal with no mercy for anyone but himself & her, or so she had thought.

When the the pair had first met 7 years ago she was head over heels no matter how older he was than her, damn near ancient, she fell in love with his charming looks, his sly tongue not only in conversations but in the heat that pooled between her legs, she loved the old tell tales he would tell her every night before lying to rest for the night, she loved every bit of him. The night they were wedded into permanent lovers he turned her by request, she wanted to live her life forever alongside with him.

But what was so different about tonight? Why was he so strange…? Still, steady almost, She smiled ear to ear as he leaned in and pressed his lips against her soft plump ones & snaked his tongue past the barries & swept right against hers, she let out a soft mewl and reached up to touch his hair.

Remmick stopped her by carefully grabbing her wrist whilst humming with disapproval…she knew something wasn’t right, as she was about to speak he took over on that as-well. “I’m sorry my dearest.” And in that moment he wrapped his hand around her throat with a grip of a vice, she struggled to breathe as her eyes went wide, and in that moment a large sharp wooden stake was plunged into her chest with no mercy as he just stared upon her, she choked on her own blood as it spilled down from her lips as she got one final sentence in. “I—…will f-find you in e-every ff…fucking life t-time and m-make it h-hell on e-earth for you…”

Remmick only frowned as he gently pressed a final kiss on her lips “Yeah I’d like to see you try. I look forward to it” That motherfucker.

She, was me and I was her. Maybe reborn, but I knew for a fucking fact. That I was that same woman he so cruelly murdered. And goddamnit I will keep the promise I made 763 years ago.

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Clarksdale Mississippi 1932 June 23

Aprox. 763 years later.

Zelda Byrne, that was the name of the woman Remmick staked in the heart, the name my parents coincidentally gifted me the day I was born 25 years ago. Even more of a coincidence is my birthday landed right on the anniversary of her death, her age at death was 25, the signs are telling aren’t they, you may even be asking, how the fuck do you know you’re this woman? It’s simple, I’ve had dreams of every memory this woman has had since I was 5. The first dream started when she was 5.

and then they progressed with every single one of her memories in exact order order over the years, every-time I saw Remmick my heart fluttered yet burned, quite literally ached with pain even, so much pain that I had to grab at my chest every night to make sure I didn’t have a stake in my fucking heart again, what’s even more confirming was when I had got my hands on a historical book on Galway Ireland, the two were found in those very pages as it went into scary detail on their life & night.

I knew Remmick was alive still because I felt him, I heard him in my head even, almost as if he knew I was reborn & back at the same age, 25, he would converse with himself in my head but never tell me where he was, at night when I was out & walking down a dark trail I felt him, I’ve always felt him, I felt his eyes, I never saw him but his presence was all I needed, for years I searched for him, yearned even, not for his love or clarity, I searched for him because I wanted to kill him myself, I meant what I said 700 something fucking years ago and I always reminded him of that, but I’d always receive a mocking chuckle or “Whatever makes you sleep at night darling.” Prick.

Today was my 25th birthday & ironically enough the anniversary of my death. I was always told growing up I had to be reincarnated because of how much of an old soul I was, so wise, always behaving as an adult even as a child. I was quite excited for tonight actually, my cousin Mary would be dragging me to Club Juke which was owned by the notorious Moore Twins, they were good friends of mine growing up including Annie & Sammy, my lord do Sammy have a beautiful voice & some talent for that damn guitar.

Tonight was about me in many ways & I wasn’t going to let anyone take that from me. I stared at myself blankly in the mirror as Mary stood behind me as I was seated in-front of her vanity while she did my hair. “So you gon’ let yourself cozy up with a fine man tonight?” I blinked focusing back on her & smiling softly “Mary you know that ain’t my thing. I ain’t no hussy now, besides, why don’t you worry bout’ you & stack instead of me & my boring ol’ self hm?” Mary chuckled shaking her head before stepping back and bouncing my hair a bit to give it volume “because Stacks stupid self don’t understand that I’m here t’love him & not hurt him. Dumbass has gotten himself into so much trouble over tha’ years he can’t even trust his own damn self now. s’ridiculous honestly.”

I hummed watching Mary adjust her faint lipstick & her breasts that laid somewhat comfortably in her silk dress before focusing on me once more as she admired me in the silk white dress she let me borrow for the night “now why don’t we get you out in that joint & find y’self a real man? I’d hope y’old boy toy Erick won’t show up but ya never know these days, men are startin’ to get bold round these parts.” I snorted before getting up & taking her hand as we left her bedroom & soon house, time flew by fast while her & I spoke, which is why we were fairly surprised to see our feet landed right in-front of cornbread who kept watch of the front door incase creatures of the night like Remmick decided to come out and play.

“Well look who it is! Ain’t it the good ol’ birthday girl gracing everyone with her presence t’night, come on in ladies, don’t get too rowdy, Mary.” He teased playfully while nudging Mary & letting out a cackle before letting us on in, like usual it was alive, the juke was a special kind of place, where musicians sang their blues & tunes while connecting with the past present & future, waking their ancestors from the dead with their passion towards music, that’s why good ol’ preacher boy Sammy was so loved here, he was Smoke & Stacks cousin, always showing us new ways to play the guitar when he learned how, his father hated it, said it was the “Devils” wakening music, when in reality it was the opposite, the music was so godly almost, powerful, so powerful that you could feel his singing course through your blood down to your veins & into your bones.

Mary was swaying to herself as Sammy was up on the stage going at it like a mad man, Smoke up above us all watching everything, Stack making a grand approach with his arms out and a big wide mischievous grin across his face “Lil’ Z! The birthday girl! Been’ lookin for ya’ like a damn mad man, c’mon why don’t we get you a good drink & a smoke.” I smiled quirking an eyebrow “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I exclaimed with a soft laugh followed after before finally sitting at the bar where Annie took note of my presence & smiled.

“There you are sugar, how you been? Stayin’ out of trouble I hope?” I shrugged my shoulders teasingly “Oh you know me Annie…always keepin’ myself busy, good or bad, c’mon now.” She quirked up and eyebrow and rested her elbows on the bartop “mhmm….And would those…Busy things have somethin’ to do with this mystery man y’been chattin on about too me?” I froze up & looked at her with a different look in my eyes, ones filled with fire & rage once he was put into my thought process.

“Annie m’ tellin you now…if I see that man in my peripheral vision I will stake him woth a goddamn Silver cross.” Stack stared in silence showing slight interest while Annie sighed pinching the bridge of her nose “Y’can’t do that sugar, garlic is all y’need and how do you even know for sure he’s alive still? Damn old vamp’ probably been staked by now thousand’ years ago, f’all we know he could be a haint now just hauntin’ your ass.” I snickered swaying my glass of whiskey in circular motion while the bronze liquid created a tiny whirlpool within itself as I looked up “This ain’t no haint Annie. I feel him, his liviliness, I can hear him talkin’ right now being a cunt like usual. That’s all he does, act like a damn cunt, this is a man who staked me in my fuckin’ heart 700 bumfuck years ago & I want revenge for it.”

Stack gave us a look while chuckling shaking his head “All this talk o’killin just because a man broke y’hea-“ Annie cut him off “Shut y’damn mouth Elias. She’s…WE’re talkin’ about her past life” Stacks face went blank & rolled his eyes “I know y’fuckin lyin’ right now.” Annie exclaimed a quick “Tuh” before shoving his head & snapping her fingers telling him to go elsewhere before her focus went on me “What’d I tell you about sayin’ that nasty ass word?” I furrowed my brows “w—Are you serious right now?” She gave me a mothering look before I silently looked down at my lap & huffed “Look. All I’m saying is. I know he’s alive. I feel him, I hear him all the time taunting me in my fucking thoughts. Every goddamn night he gets the chance.”

Annie sighed while lightly tapping her fingers over the semi-sticky wooden bar as she listened to Pearline on the stage. “Hun y’gettin twisted over some redneck ass irish vampire who killed you 700 somethin’ years ago.” I shrug crossing my arms, my skin was growing damp from the humidity up in the air followed by the shared heat with everyone in the juke “So? I don’t give a damn fuck if he done staked me in the heart 746485638 fuckin’ years ago, I made a promise & I plan on keeping it.” Meanwhile the conversation was interrupted as Stack approached tapping Annies shoulder mumbling something before they went towards the door where I saw, Smoke, Mary, Stack, Annie, Sammy & Pearline all standing behind Cornbread, I slowly followed behind.“Hey there.”

That voice.

That.

Mother.

Fucking.

Voice.

He exclaimed with an excitement to his tone, I scoffed before I did another once over on him, his shirt slightly unbuttoned as a gold chain flashed, and then I stared at his hands, the very hands that he used to stake me, and also fi- not the fucking point, the point is, he was still wearing the same wedding ring he wore when we were once wedded. “Y’did?” The voice of cornbreads hesitancy pierced through my thoughts as I snapped back to reality focusing “We like t’drank, we happen to be musicians and uhh…we walked here.” He stated as he pointed at the ground “So..we hungry as dogs.” He placed a little pout on his face “Woof woof.” The man on his right teased while the woman on his left giggled as he just held an unamused yet focused expression across his face, something about him standing with another woman didn’t feel right to me, made me feel nauseous, he was still mine but wasn’t at the same time, he was mine because he still wore his wedding band on his finger but I was still going to slit his throat the first chance I get. Well, other than now

The mane in front smiled as he stepped forward “You wouldn’t mind us comin’ in now would’ya?” But cornbread moved blocking the door “Nah..I think y’all in the wrong place.” The woman frowned “Well why would y’say that suga’ we just here t’party is all.” Smoke & stack eventually moved cornbread out of the way as he smiled once more “Y’fellas must the owners o’this establishment” Smoke glared “That’s right, and y’are?” He questioned while doing a once over on all three of them. “Names Remmick, This Here is Joan.” He gestured to the woman while looking at me with a facial expression of irritation towards the woman on his side “And Burt” he introduced the man on his right Sammy eventually got involved by simply nudging stack “Everything alright?” Stack smiled to him subtly in reassurance until Remmick hummed “Awh and You! Y’must be that voice I heard from out here..it was beautiful” He exclaimed with admiration “Goddamn Beeaautiful voice!” Joan spoke with almost this uncanny grin on her face, of course he did, of course he fucking turned these two, no wonder they looked off.

“Where y’all from..?” Smoke interrogated before looking back over at Annie, “Just down the road.” Joan chirped. “And how far is that?” Stack interceded in the conversation “North Carolina.” Remmick confirmed. “Y’all klan?” Said smoke..”Sir?!” Remmick widened his eyes and tilted his head as if he had been insulted, “well w—we believe in equality, and music. We just came here to play, spend some money..have a good time…” Remmick exclaimed as he held a disgusted expression on his face as if being associated with the Klan made his stomach sick. “Here I’ll show ya.” He whipped out his banjo and the two others got their own little ridiculous instruments as he started strumming “I picked poor robin clean, picked poor robin clean, I picked his head, I picked his feet, I woulda’ picked his body but it wouldn’t fit t’eat!” Sammy swayed but not in tune with music, out of the uncomfortable tension in the already thick air of night, Remmick flashed his shit eating grin in my direction once he saw Stack was actually enjoying the singing..?

“folks ain’t too bad” he murmured while snapping his fingers & chewing on the tooth pick in the corner of his mouth. But Smoke cut it off, Annie & Mary both looked at me in silence, Mary had not a clue who Remmick was but obviously Annie did & she was beyond disbelief when he was faced with the man of my literal nightmares after 700+ fucking years. “Alright hold up hold on..” Remmick huffed with a disappointed look as Smoke turned their tunes & shut it down “it was just about t’get good!” Smoke glared “I believe ya, but this here a juke joint, blues music.” Burt scoffed teasingly “Well we got money and we ready t’spend it wit’yall” Remmick glared a little “Soundin’ damn near perfect and y’sayin we ain’t welcome?” Smoke quirked an eyebrow “No m’sayin y’all can get down that road” he pointed forward “and get back into town. Plenty of white burrow houses down there.”

Remmick chuckled bitterly while stroking the back of his palm “Oh this cus we’re—“ He gestured at his own skintone “Alright…How’d she get here?” He challenged Smoke with his question while smirking & pointing over at me. I scoffed stepping froward “Now that is No-“ Annie & Mary cut me off while holding up their hands in the air to shut me up “She’s here, because she’s family.” Remmick furrowed his expression & looked at me and sighing “Can’t we just for one night just all be family?” Smoke at this point was fed up & reaching for his gun, “Oh y’don’t need to do that sir. We’ll be on our way…but we’ll walk real slow incase y’all change ya mind.”

Stack smiled like a dumbass as the group turned away & walked “Y’all have a nice night.” He cheered out as Remmick looked back giving a polite smile. His bitchass wasn’t even close to being done. I knew what he was here for, it was me. He wanted to get rid of me as much as I wanted to get rid of him or turn me & fuck me over AGAIN and not in the pleasurable ways that he usually did from time to time when we were lovers back in the day.

Mary & Annie looked at each other as Stack & Smoke argued whether or not they were apart of the same Klan as the white man they bought this joint from. I was already walking away until Annie & Stack pulled me aside, “You need t’do a favor for us.” Annie muttered, Stack hummed in agreement “we need you too go out there and see if they’re good people or not.” I looked over at Annie with a grin, I knew why she was gonna have me go out there. She knew I wanted nothing more than to get rid of that shit stain from this earth & I would’ve gotten it done. as stack was about to speak up I was already walking off & outside putting a little sway to my hips while the wind made my shawl fly around my body from time to time.

I made eye contact with a Remmick strumming his stupid Banjo, but god did he look beautiful under the moonlight, his masculine features shining bright, humming softly in sync with the other 2 before. “You lookin for some fresh air?” He suddenly asked, I shook my head before sitting on the wooden log he was also seated against, I shook my head “Just comin’ to see if y’all was good people.” Remmick smirked mischievously, he knew I was full of shit, “Oh darlin’ that’s so sweet of you. We most surely are” I hum nodding “And y’all got money too spend?”

“Oh yeah.” Remmick drawled “plenty of money, y’wanna see?” He gently placed gold change in my palm, I knew what this was, these were my pieces of gold, was he here to return them to me out of a shitty forgiveness gift given it was my deaths anniversary & my birthday at the same time? Was this seriously the shit he was pulling ‘Hey baby sorry I killed ya back in the good ol’ days, why don’t you come on over here and we can make up for the lost time’ is what I would expect his fucking idiotic ass to say.

“Solid gold darlin’ yeah…” he mumbled inching closer too me, he was fully aware of me being the same woman he once married centuries ago, “And where’s this from huh?” I tested him speaking to him as if he was in an interrogation room “oh You know…A different time…different place.” In a way it was sweet, he kept pieces of me with him while still tormenting me in my head ever since I hit 19 years ago, the same age I met him in my past life. “You can have it…but it’s no good to you.” He claimed “it’s no good to her” Joan chanted suddenly while I awkwardly looked back at her “and why do you say that huh?” Remmick chuckled out of mock pity “cus you in some deep deep pain. That money can’t fix, am I right?”

I gave Remmick a telling look that I was starting to grow angry, that inner rage from my heart, that same pain I felt as the stake invaded my chest, the same pain I felt when I looked him in the eyes with confusion when he took my heart, literally, “Why don’t you to give us some ‘lone time huh?” He blew off Joan & Burt as they walked off slowly but surely. “You’re still drop dead gorgeous as ever darlin’ Them breath taking eyes…soul stealin’ lips…those same exact beautiful long legs that would wrap around me when I’d hit juuussst the right spo-“ he brushed his fingers down the skin of my arm as I smacked him across the face causing his head to snap to the side “You fuckin’ piece of shit! 763 years goddamnit! 763 fuckin’ years ago you decided to stake your goddamn wife in the heart & run off like a cowardly CUNT!” I spat my harsh yet truthful words in his face Remmicked groaned out as if he was being inconvenienced & pinched the bridge of his nose “Here you fuckin’ go, of course y’would.” I let out a dry laugh that wasn’t fueled with amusement.

“Yeah here I fuckin’ go motherfucker YOU STAKED ME IN THE FUCKING CHEST?” Remmick threw his head back and flung his arms out “And what do you think I’m supposed t’do about that now Zelda?! It’s been 763 fucking years get OVER it!” Is he deadass? “Get over it? I HAD A LIFE! WITH YOU! I LET YOU TURN ME TO BE WITH YOU FOREVER THE NIGHT WE WED AND YET YOU TAKE IT UPON YOURSELF TO STAKE ME IN THE FUCKING HEART, I MEAN WHAT THE EVER LIVING FUCK REMMICK?” he just stared at me blankly with crossed arms “are you done?” He murmured as irritation flew past his lips, I huffed before suddenly tackling him into the dirt trail behind us “GODDAMNIT -“

He shouted before grabbing me and rolling me into my back and straddling me on-top while pinning my hands above my head, “We’ve done this dance before Zel’ and you’ve always failed back then. I suggest you knock that bullshit off & act like a damn proper lady.” I chuckled dryly before lifting a leg over his straddled ones & kicked him in the head before stumbling upwards as I let out a groan holding my back while Remmick was sat against a tree holding the back of his head.

“Y’goddamn pain in my fuckin’ ass I hope you know this petal.” He grunted swiping some blood from his head before looking at me directly as I spoke down to him “It’s almost as if that’s the whole goddamn point Sugar.” Just as Remmick was coming back with a sly response he was interrupted with sudden yells out by the juke calling for my name.

“You should go Darlin’ wouldn’t wanna worry y’friends’ heads now would ya?” I glared looked back before carefully stepping back up hill “This is fad from over Remmick. Don’t you forget it.” And all he did was look at me dead in the eye and display a toothy grin across his face.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

[darklcy]

𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 | 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : armin arlert x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.3k words 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: slow burn, bad language, reader experiences low self esteem, negative habits, skipping meals, lack of sleep. 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: soldier life is catching up, but almost drowns you in the process. fortunately, you don't have to face it alone. 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

Keith Shadis stood at the forest entrance patiently, waiting for the ambush of cadets to line up and commence maneuver gear training. On his mark, he released the trainees free to the skies and into the towers of trees, trailing behind on his own set of gear to inspect, like a hawk tracking its prey. 

Today was dedicated solely to drills and Titan-target practices, as well as a test of endurance and stamina. Lectures upon lectures on maneuver gear safety always repeated themselves before take off, as rules must be obeyed to prevent any measly accidents. 

But all to be focused on right now was losing your sense of reality to the wind and the trees. The satisfactory sensation of feeling weightless to the wires that pulled your body from trunk to trunk. So light and fresh like a leaf floating down to the forest floor. Funny, this machine taught you to kill, and yet it worked so beautifully. You’d never get tired from this.

In the distant right, Sasha’s cackles echoed along the branches, meshing together with Connie’s and Jean’s hollers. Up ahead, the infamous Shiganshina trio grouped together like a pack of wolves. Somewhere far off you could pick up the occasional yell of a stray trainee who’d crash landed. It was during these trying times where trainees who weren’t capable fell out and returned to their homes. 

As you sharply swung along a corner, your sights locked on the familiar wooden cut-out of a fifteen-meter Titan, the nape of the neck clean of wounds. You readied your swords from their sheaths with a pump of gas, boosting acceleration. Arms raised in the air, you prepared yourself. 

A shout escaped your throat as the swords sliced down on the neck, carving a precise cut on the makeshift Titan. The wood tumbled to the dirt below. A perfect kill..!

You almost laughed as you abandoned the Titan to pursue the hunt. Not too far away from the cutout, a zip of wires grew louder from behind. A certain roommate beamed at you as she neared.

“Hey [Y/N]! Mind if I tag along?”

You cocked your head. 

“You just want to latch onto my kills!”

Mina dramatically gasped.

“Can’t we just hangout like the friends we are?”

You pressed on the gas trigger and propelled forward.

“Nope, I don’t trust you.”

Mina huffed at the playful tone in your voice, soon gliding away to resume her hunt elsewhere. 

A little while after the brief encounter, another Titan stood in the distance. The size was a bit shorter this time, standing at around ten-meters, and once again, unscathed nape. 

Seems like luck was at your beckoning today. Gripping onto the swords, you launched your hook grabbles and braced yourself to make the cut. 

SHIIING

…Only for the kill to be stolen.

“Hahaha sorry [Y/N]! Couldn’t resist!”

The hooks released from the cutout and into the tree trunk beside you, allowing you to softly swing as you watched Mina fly away, a trail of steam dissipating behind her. A scoff of disbelief was all you could muster.

What the fuck? 

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

End results noted a total of seven Titan kills. 

A comparable score, considering the hunting was done solo. 

“We managed to get ten kills! Not to mention, when we’d split up, we covered more ground. A success, I’d say.”

Connie bragged while Sasha enthusiastically ate her porridge, lifting a spoon to emphasize his point. Jean made a scene to stick his nose into the conversation.

“Allow me to add that I got a higher score on technique, so if you need any maneuver gear lessons, I’m your guy.”

Connie swatted at his chest.

“Shut up, you wish.”

You heard Mina giggle beside you. Her elbow gently nudged your side.

“Did you hear how much Mikasa got? Thirteen.”

Thirteen..?

“Holy shit, really?”

Connie barged in from across the table.

“Yes! She’s amazing.”

Sasha planted her palms onto the wood to lean in. 

“I saw her in action! She flies so fast, it’s like you can barely see her coming.”

Jean’s face warmed noticeably. “She’s incredible.”

The group unanimously agreed. Mikasa denied the laws of nature and succeeded in winning at any obstacle thrown at her. Some theorized she wasn’t human. 

You threw a glance her way. Such straight posture, no hint of life beside the occasional blink, calmly eating her meal like she was at the King’s tea time. Where every cadet appeared exhausted, her skin radiated without any bruises, sweat, and dirt. Maybe she was non-human. 

A frown weighs the corners of your mouth when you turn back to your dinner.

 Seven gets lost in thirteen.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

WHAM

Your spine smacked the rough clay as you tumbled ridiculously, legs falling over your head when it came to a stop. Annie was a ferocious partner, not breaking a single worry in this pitiful battle you were putting up. Throwing a leg over your waist, pinning you to the Earth, she jabs the wooden knife into your chest.

“I win.”

You blinked a few times. All you could respond with was a weak groan. 

The girl doesn’t hold out a hand to help you get up. Instead, she saunters off to find a new opponent, one more worthy of a fight, you presumed. Rolling to your stomach, the tension in your thighs feel like it could snap. You shakily stand back up.

“She’s a tough one.”

Reiner towers over your shoulder with hands on his hips. You notice him watching the said girl with an unreadable expression. He claps a palm on your shoulder. It almost knocks you over.

“You okay?”

You nod. “..M’ fine.”

“Don’t be too harsh on yourself. I can see it happening already.”

He points with his chin towards Annie again. 

“She wins against everyone. She’s just strong like that.”

Strong.

“Huh..”

You feel him give your back two heavy pats. 

“You got this.”

He stomps away after that. Watching him leave, that same frown comes back. 

..

“[Y/N], did you see what happened today? I was training with Connie, and we came up with this new fighting technique! I swear it’s like we can read each other’s minds or something.”

All you could hear was noise, loud, blatant noise. Sasha plopped your bread in her mouth. You didn’t even notice.

“Also, last night I had the strangest dream. I was back home in the forest, and I was hunting game with my father like the ol’ days, but then this huge bear came out of nowhere…and then…”

The Dauper girl’s story faded through your ears into the files of your brain. Dinner had gone cold by now, your silverware limp in your hold. The bowl of vegetable stew encaptured your gaze in a trance, and if you looked away you were sure to be cursed.

“Hey, you alright?”

Mina gently caressed your shoulder, breaking you free from hypnosis.

“Yeah, yeah..I’m fine.”

Your words dripped with uncertainty. Both tablemates frowned, but nonetheless carried on with their meal. Spooning up a bit of soup, you grimaced when you swallowed. Cold..

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

Seven knocks down to two or three in the passing weeks. The downturn of lips becomes more permanent than temporary. More bruises and wounds make home underneath your uniform. And somehow at the end of the day, the exhaustion feels more intense than the day before. 

A cadet’s routine was never advertised as glamorous, but everywhere you looked, no one else appeared to be drowning. The break in the water was close, just an arm’s length away if you stretched hard enough. The waves swarmed your body with a strong turbulence, but you kept pushing and pushing, fingertips raised above to graze the surface.

 And for a moment you can breathe, a deep inhale relieving your lungs from the strain of water…but it’s in that bliss when the water controls you again, pulling you deeper into an abyss.

Shadis imprinted the hairs on your neck to forever remain stiff, on edge and paranoid for more lecturing and criticism. In the midst of your drowning, did the man see the effort? Was this war amongst yourself just in your head, an illusion, or did he perceive the strength you were desperately wanting? Craving?

The mystery is frustrating. 

….

The empty room draws a deep frown. The bunks usually covered in strewn blankets, harness straps and roommates gossiping were vacant and darkened with the night. Your eyebrows furrow, a puff of air flowing out your nose. The room felt wrong without the presence of comrades. Stepping out of the cabin, the door closes with a creak. 

The wooden steps became the next best solace as you perched yourself at the top, arms wrapping around pulled up knees, chin resting on top. The mess hall served as a beacon of light compared to the isolated bubble you resided in. Through the warm toned windows you could see the cadets enjoying themselves with the same vegetable stew and loaf of bread that was prepared each night. 

…Maybe this time alone was a blessing in disguise. Perhaps that’s what you needed. A break from all the noise. 

Raising your hands to rest on your head, your eyelids drooped until they closed, weariness grabbing the reins. A distant cry of crickets join you in the dark, their chorus bellowing beyond the pitch black forest. Behind shut doors, the moon glistens her rays on your skin like a comforting embrace, welcoming you to raise your head and let her caress your face. 

It’s tempting. Her touch is soft and gentle, approaching you carefully as if not to spook you. 

“...[Y/N]..?”

It threatens the emotion in your chest. Her spotlight paints the reminder of your solidarity on the wooden steps. And yet she’s pushing you, cheering you on from her place in the sky. With that, she briefly leaves, the clouds swooping in to conceal her light.

Your face rolls over on your knees, cheek now smushed against sleeves. 

“[Y/N]?”

…?

Has she come back?

Your eyes meet blue as you lift your head. 

…The blonde stood uncomfortably a few feet away from the porch. His fingers pulled at his sleeves before his arms decided to cross behind his back. His eyes, so large and worried, blinked at you in rhythms; twice, once, twice, once.

You blinked back.

“...Hey, Armin.”

He glances to the beacon of light.

“Aren’t you heading to dinner..?”

Your hand falls to dangle by your shoe.

“..Not tonight. I’m not hungry.”

He pops his knuckles at his sides. 

“You sure? Skipping meals isn’t good for you..”

“I’m sure.”

His frown deepens. 

You’ve nestled back into your home already, staring upon the shadows filtering throughout the camp. 

..His footsteps trudge over to the steps, and you face him when he sits beside you, body position matching yours. Armin lost his stare into the forest, fingers tapping sporadically from where they laid over his biceps. He doesn’t mind that you observe him. 

You followed him into the trees and rested there, the wind and crickets harmonizing in a beautiful symphony. 

Armin was a calm in the storm type of person. His best friend seemed to speak for three, never afraid to holler his frustrations, but on the other side of the spectrum lay this boy, the polite boy who loved to read. He’d apologize for existing, apologize for taking up space, before he ever sat down to introduce himself. 

“You’re easy to watch.”

It took everything in you to not choke. Armin instantly panicked.

“I-In training, I mean..! When we’re doing drills? Combat drills?”

His words puddled out in a hurry, the skin of his cheeks blaring bright red. 

"Pfft.."

“I just mean, you’re impressive! Or, inspiring? I uh, I’m not good at that stuff, so-,”

Your sudden boisterous laughter made him freeze. Armin couldn’t see your face anymore now that it was ducked over your thighs, shoulders trembling with cackles. Your arms caressed your aching stomach as if it could cease the attack, but it just kept advancing. 

“Uh…”

Finally rising off your thighs, you swooped in deep breaths to calm your heartbeat, a couple giggles escaping here and there.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you laugh..”

You waved him off with a hand. 

“No, no, don’t be. I liked it.”

His face was a never ending tomato. Now it looked like he was sweating a bit. 

“But, what you were saying…you watch me?”

Armin smacked both palms to his face. “I was trying to compliment your skills, but I apologize that it came off as stalkerish.”

Another wave of laughs pass through your smile. “It didn’t, it just caught me really off guard.”

He reveals his blue eyes to you again. “That’s good, I guess..”

Your expression slightly dims when you turn away from him.

“Well, thank you.”

Armin’s lips part, but then close.

Wafting through the crevices, the moon rejoins you on the steps, this time encasing Armin in her light. By now, the mess hall was dismissed, sending cadets off to bed to end the day and rest for tomorrow. 

“Guess dinner’s over..”

His comment reawakes your reality, that tomorrow brings new hardships and restless nights. It makes you wince.  

“I’m gonna..head off to bed.”

He twists to you while you stand. He’s caught in perplexity, you can see it clearly, but his mouth doesn’t move.

“...Goodnight, Armin.”

Armin perks up.

“For sure..! See you tomorrow.”

He rises to his feet and moves down the steps in a swift motion, his blonde hair vanishing the further he walks away.

His departure has you glued to the entrance door, hand wrapped around the handle but still staring off the direction Armin went. Your brows worry themselves on your forehead, unsure to be confused, sad, or drowsy.

Hauling the door open, you decide the latter. 

[cozystop]

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The World of Coffee: A Journey Through Aroma, Flavor, and Connection

Coffee has transcended its role as a simple beverage and become a cultural cornerstone around the globe. From its humble beginnings to its ubiquitous presence in modern life, coffee’s journey is as rich and complex as its flavor. Coffee shops, in particular, have emerged as vibrant social hubs where people gather for conversation, productivity, and, of course, a good cup of coffee. In this article, we’ll explore the history of coffee, its benefits, its role in our lives, and the magic of coffee shops.

The Origins of Coffee

The story of coffee begins in the ancient Ethiopian highlands. According to legend, a goat herder named Kaldi discovered the energizing effects of coffee beans when his goats became unusually energetic after eating them. From Ethiopia, coffee made its way to the Arabian Peninsula, where it became an integral part of the culture. By the 15th century, coffee houses called “qahveh khaneh” began appearing in the Middle East, serving as meeting places for intellectuals and artists.

From the Arab world, coffee spread to Europe during the 17th century, where it gained immense popularity. By the 18th century, coffee plantations had been established in Asia, Africa, and the Americas, turning coffee into a global commodity. Coffee is one of the most traded commodities in the world today and is grown in more than 70 countries.

The Ease of Coffee Availability

Coffee’s global reach means it’s now easier than ever to enjoy. Whether you prefer brewing it at home, grabbing a cup on the go, or savoring it in a cozy cafe, coffee is accessible in countless forms. Supermarkets stock a variety of beans, grounds, and instant options, while specialty coffee shops offer artisanal blends and unique brewing methods like pour-over, French press, and cold brew. Apps and delivery services have also made it possible to have your favorite coffee delivered straight to your door.

The Benefits of Coffee

1. Physical Health

Boosts Energy Levels: Coffee contains caffeine, a natural stimulant that enhances focus and combats fatigue.

Rich in Antioxidants:

 Coffee is packed with antioxidants that fight free radicals, supporting overall health.

Improves Metabolism:

 Studies suggest that caffeine can boost metabolic rate, aiding in weight management.

Promotes Heart Health:

 Research has connected a moderate coffee intake to a decreased risk of heart disease.

2. Mental Health

Enhances Mood: Coffee stimulates the release of dopamine, improving mood and reducing the risk of depression.

Improves Cognitive Function: Regular coffee consumption has been associated with a lower risk of neurodegenerative diseases like Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s.

Increases Alertness: Coffee helps sharpen mental focus, making it an ideal companion for work or study.

Coffee as a Social Connector

One of coffee’s greatest strengths lies in its ability to bring people together. Coffee shops have become modern-day “third places”—spaces that are neither home nor work but foster community and connection. Here, friends catch up, business deals are struck, and artists find inspiration. The communal nature of coffee culture is evident in practices like Italy’s "espresso at the bar" and Sweden’s "fika" (coffee breaks that emphasize socializing).

The Coffee Shop Experience

1. The Ambiance

Coffee shops are designed to provide a relaxing environment. Warm lighting, comfortable seating, and soothing music create an inviting atmosphere that encourages people to linger. Each cafe has its own unique charm, from minimalist designs to vintage aesthetics.

2. The Menu

Modern coffee shops cater to diverse tastes, offering a wide range of options. Beyond traditional espresso-based drinks like lattes and cappuccinos, menus often feature specialty beverages such as flavored mochas, nitro cold brew, and matcha lattes. Many cafes also serve pastries, sandwiches, and other snacks to complement their coffee.

3. Technology Integration

Many coffee shops now offer free Wi-Fi and charging stations, making them popular spots for remote work and study. Some cafes even incorporate app-based ordering systems for added convenience.

The Art of Coffee Brewing

1. Brewing Methods

Espresso Machines: The backbone of most coffee shops, these machines produce concentrated coffee with a rich crema.

French Press: A classic method that offers a full-bodied cup by steeping coffee grounds in hot water.

Pour-Over: This method allows for precise control over brewing time and water flow, resulting in a clean and aromatic cup.

Cold Brew: Coffee steeped in cold water for 12-24 hours, creating a smooth, less acidic flavor.

2. The Role of Baristas

Baristas are the heart of any coffee shop. Their skill in brewing, latte art, and customer service transforms a simple cup of coffee into an experience. Baristas often undergo extensive training to perfect their craft, mastering techniques like espresso extraction and milk frothing.

Coffee’s Cultural Impact

Coffee has inspired art, literature, and innovation throughout history. Writers like Balzac and Hemingway were known for their coffee-fueled creativity. Today, coffee culture thrives on social media, with millions of people sharing photos of latte art, cozy cafes, and their favorite brews. Coffee festivals and competitions, such as the World Barista Championship, further celebrate the artistry behind coffee.

Sustainability in Coffee

The global demand for coffee has raised concerns about sustainability. Many coffee shops and producers are now focusing on eco-friendly practices, such as:

Ethically Sourced Beans: Ensuring fair wages and working conditions for farmers.

Environmentally Friendly Packaging: Using biodegradable or reusable materials.

Reducing Waste: Encouraging the use of reusable cups and minimizing food waste.

The Future of Coffee

As coffee culture continues to evolve, innovation plays a key role. Trends like plant-based milk alternatives, nitro cold brew, and CBD-infused coffee are gaining popularity. Additionally, technology is shaping the coffee industry with advancements like smart coffee makers and AI-driven flavor profiling. Despite these changes, the essence of coffee remains the same—a simple pleasure that connects us.

Did You Know? 

The idea that darker roasts have more caffeine than lighter roasts is untrue. In fact, the concentration is a little higher with lighter roasts!

Brewing coffee grounds more than once is not recommended. Coffee grinds that have been brewed lose their flavor and taste bitter.

Coffee might help you reach your daily fluid needs, but water is always the greatest option for slaking your thirst. The overall amount of fluid from the coffee balances out the minor diuretic effect of caffeine. 

Depression

Both caffeinated and decaffeinated coffee include naturally occurring polyphenols that can function as antioxidants to lessen cell inflammation and harmful oxidative stress. In certain individuals, it may have neurological advantages and function as an antidepressant. Caffeine may influence mental states like mood enhancement, anxiety reduction, and increased alertness and attentiveness. A decreased risk of depression and suicide has been linked to moderate caffeine consumption, defined as less than six cups of coffee per day. Higher caffeine intake, however, may occasionally exacerbate anxiety, restlessness, and insomnia in sensitive people. Caffeine withdrawal symptoms can last up to a week and include headache, exhaustion, anxiety, and depression for a few days.

  Those who drank four or more cups of coffee per day had an approximately 10% lower risk of developing depression than those who drank none, according to a prospective cohort study that followed 263,923 people from the American Association of Retired Persons and the National Institutes of Health.

In a meta-analysis of observational studies with 330,677 participants, the authors discovered that the lowest (<1 cup) and highest (4.5 cups/day) had a 24% lower incidence of depression. up prospective cohort study following 263,923 participants from the Natio) intakes of coffee. They found an 8% decreased risk of depression with each additional cup of coffee consumed. There was also a 28% reduced risk of depression comparing the highest to lowest intakes of caffeine, with the greatest benefit occurring with caffeine intakes between 68 and 509 mg a day (about 6 oz. to 2 cups of coffee).

  A review looking at three large prospective cohorts of men and women in the U.S. found a decreasing risk of suicide with increasing coffee consumption. When compared with no-coffee drinkers, the pooled risk of suicide was 45% lower among those who drank 2-3 cups daily and 53% lower among those who drank 4 or more cups daily. There was no association between decaffeinated coffee and suicide risk, suggesting that caffeine was the key factor, rather than plant compounds in coffee.  (Source: https://nutritionsource.hsph.harvard.edu/food-features/coffee/)

Espresso:

 The Heart of Coffee Culture

Espresso is a concentrated coffee beverage brewed by forcing hot water through finely ground coffee under high pressure. It is the foundation of many popular drinks like cappuccinos, lattes, and macchiatos.

Characteristics of Espresso:

Rich Flavor: Espresso is known for its intense flavor and full-bodied texture.

Crema: The creamy golden layer on top is a hallmark of a well-pulled espresso shot.

Quick Preparation: The process takes 25–30 seconds, making it ideal for busy coffee lovers.

Versatility: Espresso forms the base for a wide variety of coffee beverages, catering to diverse tastes.

Cultural Significance: In Italy, espresso is a way of life, and it is often enjoyed standing at the bar as a quick social ritual.

Whether enjoyed as a standalone shot or as part of a more elaborate drink, espresso remains a timeless symbol of coffee artistry.

Conclusion

Coffee is more than just a drink; it’s an experience, a tradition, and a global phenomenon. From its historical roots to its modern-day significance, coffee continues to enrich our lives in countless ways. Coffee shops, as cultural hubs, provide a space for connection, creativity, and comfort. Whether you’re savoring a cup of pour-over at home, enjoying an espresso with friends, or exploring new flavors at your favorite cafe, coffee remains a timeless companion.

So, next time you take a sip of coffee, remember the rich history, the intricate craftsmanship, and the simple joy that it represents. In every cup, there’s a story waiting to be told.

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Press Releases vs. Blog Posts: Which is More Effective?

You’re trying to get your brand noticed in 2025, and you’re wondering: should you write a press release or a blog post? Both can boost visibility, but they serve different purposes. This 15,000-word guide compares press releases and blog posts, helping you decide which fits your goals. We’ll explore their strengths, weaknesses, and best uses, with practical steps to maximize impact. From aiming to Get Published on LA Times to exploring BRG Communications Alternatives and leveraging APCO Alternatives, you’ll learn how to make smart choices. Expect real examples, data, and tips from my marketing experience, plus a nod to 9 Figure Media PR Agency, which secures guaranteed publicity in outlets like Forbes, Bloomberg, Business Insider, and WSJ. Let’s break down which tool will elevate your brand.

Understanding Press Releases

A press release is a formal announcement about your brand’s news — think product launches, partnerships, or awards. It’s designed for journalists and media outlets. A 2024 study found 65% of press releases lead to at least one media mention, making them a direct path to coverage.

Press releases shine when you need quick, wide-reaching exposure. I helped a startup announce their funding round with a press release, landing a feature in TechCrunch. If you’re aiming to Get Published on LA Times, a well-crafted press release is key. Professional PR services can refine your message and pitch it to the right editors.

Question: What big news does your brand have? A press release might be the way to share it.

Understanding Blog Posts

Blog posts are informal, engaging content on your website or platforms like Medium. They educate, entertain, or inspire your audience, building trust over time. A 2023 report showed 70% of consumers prefer brands with active blogs, as they feel more connected.

Blogs are great for storytelling and SEO. My friend’s coffee shop started a blog with brewing tips, driving 30% more website traffic. Unlike press releases, blogs let you control the narrative and publish anytime. They’re less about breaking news and more about building relationships.

Question: What story could your brand tell to engage customers? A blog post might be the perfect medium.

Key Differences Between Press Releases and Blog Posts

Choosing between press releases and blog posts depends on your goals. Here’s how they stack up:

Purpose: Press releases announce news; blog posts build engagement.

Audience: Press releases target journalists; blog posts target customers.

Tone: Press releases are formal; blog posts are conversational.

Distribution: Press releases go to media; blog posts live on your site or social platforms.

Lifespan: Press releases are timely; blog posts have evergreen potential.

A tech startup I advised used a press release for their product launch, scoring a Bloomberg mention. They followed up with a blog post explaining the product’s benefits, boosting SEO. 9 Figure Media PR Agency helped with the press release, ensuring placements in top outlets.

When to Use a Press Release

Press releases work best for big, time-sensitive news. Use them for:

Product launches: Announce new offerings to the media.

Funding rounds: Share investment news with investors.

Awards: Highlight recognition to build credibility.

Partnerships: Showcase new collaborations.

I saw a nonprofit send a press release about their GIA win, landing a CNN feature. If you want to Get Published on LA Times, a press release with a strong angle — like a unique partnership — can get editors’ attention. PR agencies streamline this, pitching to the right contacts.

Question: What’s your brand’s latest milestone? A press release could amplify it.

When to Use a Blog Post

Blog posts are ideal for ongoing engagement and brand-building. Use them to:

Share expertise: Offer tips or industry insights.

Tell stories: Highlight customer successes or your journey.

Boost SEO: Drive organic traffic with keywords.

Engage fans: Build a loyal community.

A fashion brand I know blogged about sustainable materials, doubling their email subscribers. Blogs let you connect directly with customers, unlike press releases, which rely on media pickup. BRG Communications Alternatives can help craft blog strategies that complement PR efforts, ensuring consistent messaging.

Question: What value can you offer your audience? A blog post could start the conversation.

Strengths of Press Releases

Press releases have unique advantages:

Media reach: They target journalists at top outlets.

Credibility: Coverage in trusted publications builds trust.

Speed: They share news quickly to a wide audience.

Authority: Formal announcements position you as a leader.

A startup I advised used a press release to announce a partnership, gaining a Business Insider feature. The exposure led to a 25% sales spike. 9 Figure Media PR Agency excels at securing such placements, guaranteeing spots in Bloomberg and WSJ. Press releases are your ticket to major media.

Question: How could a media mention change your brand’s perception? A press release might make it happen.

Strengths of Blog Posts

Blog posts offer distinct benefits:

Control: You decide the content and timing.

Engagement: Conversational posts build customer loyalty.

SEO: Well-optimized blogs drive long-term traffic.

Flexibility: Cover any topic, from tips to stories.

My cousin’s gym blogged about workout routines, ranking high on Google and attracting new clients. Unlike press releases, blogs live forever, delivering value years later. BRG Communications Alternatives can guide blog strategies to align with PR goals, maximizing impact.

Pro Tip: Use tools like Yoast to optimize blog posts for search engines.

Weaknesses of Press Releases

Press releases aren’t perfect. Watch for these:

Limited pickup: Not every release gets covered.

Short lifespan: News fades quickly.

Cost: Professional distribution can be pricey.

Formal tone: They don’t engage customers directly.

A brand I know spent $1,000 on a press release with no media bites. They hadn’t tailored it to editors’ needs. PR agencies like 9 Figure Media prevent this, crafting pitches that resonate with outlets like Forbes.

Question: Can you afford to miss media coverage? A pro can boost your odds.

Weaknesses of Blog Posts

Blog posts have downsides too:

Time-intensive: Quality posts take hours to write.

Slow results: SEO and engagement build gradually.

Limited reach: Blogs don’t automatically hit media.

Competition: Millions of blogs fight for attention.

A startup I advised struggled to get blog traffic until they optimized for keywords. Unlike press releases, blogs need consistent effort. BRG Communications Alternatives can help create content plans that drive results over time.

Question: Are you ready to commit to blogging? It’s a long game worth playing.

Step 1: Define Your Goals

Before choosing, clarify what you want:

Media coverage: Press release for quick exposure.

Customer engagement: Blog post for loyalty.

SEO growth: Blog post for organic traffic.

Credibility: Press release for authority.

A tech brand I worked with wanted media buzz, so they used a press release to announce a product, landing in WSJ. They later blogged about customer stories, boosting retention. 9 Figure Media PR Agency handled the press release, ensuring top-tier placements.

Pro Tip: Write down one goal for the next month. Pick the tool that fits.

Step 2: Craft Your Message

Both tools need a strong message. For press releases:

Lead with news: Highlight the who, what, why, and when.

Use data: Include stats or achievements.

Keep it formal: Stick to 400–600 words.

Add quotes: Include a leader or partner statement.

For blog posts:

Be conversational: Write like you’re chatting with a friend.

Offer value: Share tips, stories, or insights.

Use visuals: Add images or infographics.

Optimize: Include keywords for SEO.

A nonprofit I advised used a press release for their GIA win, scoring a Bloomberg feature. Their blog about the project’s impact grew their donor base. APCO Alternatives can refine both formats for maximum reach.

Question: What’s the core message you want to share? Tailor it to your tool.

Step 3: Distribute Effectively

Press releases need media outreach:

Use platforms: Try PR Newswire or Business Wire.

Pitch editors: Personalize emails to journalists.

Leverage PR: Agencies have direct media contacts.

Time it right: Send early mornings or midweek.

Blog posts need promotion:

Share on social: Post links on X or LinkedIn.

Email your list: Send posts to subscribers.

Optimize SEO: Use keywords and meta descriptions.

Repurpose: Turn posts into videos or infographics.

A startup I know used 9 Figure Media for press release distribution, landing in Business Insider. Their blog posts, shared via email, drove 20% more site visits. APCO Alternatives can boost both strategies with tailored outreach.

Pro Tip: Schedule posts or releases for Tuesday mornings — engagement peaks then.

Step 4: Measure Results

Track your impact to improve:

Press releases: Count media mentions, website traffic, or leads.

Blog posts: Monitor page views, time on page, or conversions.

Shared metrics: Check social shares or email opens.

ROI: Compare costs to revenue or growth.

A brand I advised measured their press release’s Bloomberg feature — it drove 1,000 new visitors. Their blog posts increased subscriber sign-ups by 15%. 9 Figure Media PR Agency provides analytics to ensure placements deliver.

Question: How will you know your efforts worked? Set up Google Analytics today.

Step 5: Combine Both for Maximum Impact

Why choose? Use press releases and blog posts together:

Announce with a press release: Share big news to media.

Follow with a blog: Dive deeper into the story for customers.

Cross-promote: Link the blog in your press release.

Repurpose: Turn press release quotes into blog content.

A fashion brand I know announced a partnership with a press release, landing in Forbes. Their blog about the collaboration’s impact grew their audience. APCO Alternatives helped align both efforts, ensuring cohesive messaging.

Question: How can you use both tools to tell your story? Start with one of each.

The Role of PR Services

Professional PR services amplify both press releases and blog posts. They:

Craft messages: Ensure clarity and impact.

Distribute effectively: Reach the right media or audience.

Save time: Handle outreach and follow-ups.

Boost credibility: Leverage established media relationships.

9 Figure Media PR Agency guarantees placements in Forbes, Bloomberg, and Business Insider, making press releases shine. They also guide blog strategies to complement PR. I saw a startup use them to land a WSJ feature, boosting sales 30%.

Sponsor Note: Sponsors partnering with PR-driven brands gain exposure through trusted channels, aligning with credible content.

The Payoff of Choosing Wisely

Press releases and blog posts both have power — it’s about timing and goals. A 2025 study found 78% of brands using both saw faster growth than those using one. Press releases get you in front of media, like aiming to Get Published on LA Times. Blog posts build lasting customer trust. BRG Communications Alternatives and APCO Alternatives offer strategies to make both work harder. 9 Figure Media PR Agency can take your press releases to the next level with guaranteed publicity.

Your brand deserves attention. Pick the tool that fits your next step — press release for news, blog for engagement, or both for impact. What’s your move? Write a pitch, start a post, or call a PR pro. The world’s waiting to hear your story.

[kaycharles]

Boost Your Brand’s Online Reputation with These PR Strategies

In today’s digital world, a strong online reputation is crucial for brand success. Public relations (PR) plays a vital role in shaping and improving a brand’s online presence. Here’s how you can leverage PR to boost your brand’s reputation.

1. Monitor Online Conversations

Consistent monitoring of social media platforms, review sites, and blogs is essential. Identifying potential issues early on allows you to address them before they escalate. PR professionals can track brand mentions and engage in real-time conversations to maintain a positive image.

2. Develop a Consistent Brand Voice

PR ensures that your brand communicates a consistent message across all channels. Whether through press releases, social media posts, or customer interactions, maintaining a uniform tone and message strengthens your brand identity and builds trust with your audience.

3. Leverage Media Coverage

Securing positive media coverage is a powerful tool for improving online reputation. PR professionals can pitch stories about your brand’s achievements, customer success, or thought leadership to relevant media outlets. This exposure enhances credibility and can counteract any negative publicity.

4. Engage with Your Audience

Active engagement with your audience is essential in building strong relationships. PR strategies can help create meaningful interactions on social media, respond to customer inquiries, and share valuable content that resonates with your target audience.

For expert PR strategies that deliver results, 9FigureMedia offers the expertise to help you build and maintain a positive online reputation.

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Boosting Testosterone: Natural Ways for Men

Testosterone plays a crucial role in men's health. It's responsible for muscle mass, bone density, body hair, and, most importantly, mood and overall well-being. As men age, testosterone levels naturally decline, which can lead to a range of issues, including decreased libido, reduced muscle mass, fatigue, and even depression. While many turn to hormone replacement therapies, there are natural ways to boost testosterone that are both effective and sustainable. Here’s a comprehensive guide on how to naturally enhance your testosterone levels and improve your overall quality of life.

1. Exercise Regularly, Especially Strength Training

Exercise is one of the most effective ways to prevent many lifestyle-related diseases, and it can also boost testosterone levels. Strength training, in particular, has been shown to have a significant impact. Exercises like weightlifting and resistance training help increase testosterone by promoting muscle growth and fat loss. The more muscle mass you build, the more testosterone your body will produce. Compound movements such as squats, deadlifts, and bench presses are particularly effective because they engage multiple muscle groups and stimulate testosterone production.

However, it’s essential to balance strength training with other forms of exercise. High-intensity interval training (HIIT) has also been proven to boost testosterone levels. HIIT involves short bursts of intense exercise followed by periods of rest or low-intensity activity. This type of workout not only improves cardiovascular health but also triggers a significant release of testosterone. On the other hand, avoid overtraining, as it can lead to increased levels of cortisol, a stress hormone that negatively impacts testosterone production.

2. Maintain a Balanced Diet Rich in Healthy Fats

Your diet plays a critical role in maintaining healthy testosterone levels. Consuming a balanced diet that includes a variety of nutrients is crucial. Focus on whole foods, lean proteins, fruits, and vegetables to provide the essential vitamins and minerals needed for hormone production. However, the type of fat you consume can significantly affect testosterone levels.

Healthy fats, such as those found in avocados, nuts, seeds, and olive oil, can help boost testosterone. Saturated fats and monounsaturated fats have been shown to support testosterone production, while diets low in these fats can lead to decreased levels. Conversely, avoid excessive intake of trans fats, often found in processed foods, as they can negatively impact testosterone and overall health.

3. Get Sufficient Sleep and Manage Stress

Sleep is vital for maintaining optimal testosterone levels. Most of the body’s testosterone is released during sleep, particularly during REM (rapid eye movement) stages. Chronic sleep deprivation can lead to a significant decrease in testosterone levels. Aim for 7-9 hours of quality sleep per night to ensure your body has adequate time to recover and produce the necessary hormones.

Stress management is equally important in maintaining testosterone levels. Chronic stress elevates cortisol, which can block the effects of testosterone. To manage stress effectively, consider incorporating mindfulness practices such as meditation, deep breathing exercises, or yoga into your daily routine. These activities not only help reduce stress but also improve overall mental health, which can positively influence hormone balance.

4. Maintain a Healthy Weight

Carrying excess body fat can negatively impact testosterone levels. Adipose tissue (body fat) contains an enzyme called aromatase, which converts testosterone into estrogen, a hormone more prevalent in women. This conversion can lead to lower testosterone levels and an increase in body fat, creating a vicious cycle. By maintaining a healthy weight through a balanced diet and regular exercise, you can help ensure your testosterone levels remain at an optimal level.

5. Optimize Your Vitamin D and Zinc Intake

Vitamins and minerals play a crucial role in testosterone production. Vitamin D, often referred to as the "sunshine vitamin," is particularly important. Vitamin D is not only essential for bone health but also acts as a natural testosterone booster. Spending time in the sun or taking a vitamin D supplement can help maintain optimal levels.

Zinc is another critical mineral that supports testosterone production. Foods rich in zinc, such as meat, shellfish, legumes, nuts, and seeds, should be a regular part of your diet. If you have a zinc deficiency, consider taking a supplement to boost your levels.

6. Limit Alcohol and Avoid Substance Abuse

Excessive alcohol consumption and substance abuse can have a detrimental impact on testosterone levels. Alcohol, particularly in large quantities, can disrupt the endocrine system, leading to reduced testosterone production. Additionally, substances such as opioids and anabolic steroids can suppress natural testosterone production, leading to long-term hormonal imbalances. Moderation is key—enjoy alcohol in moderation and avoid substances that could impair your hormonal health.

7. Consider Natural Supplements

Certain supplements have been shown to boost testosterone levels naturally. Herbal supplements like fenugreek, ashwagandha, and ginger have been studied for their potential testosterone-boosting effects. For instance, ashwagandha has been found to reduce cortisol levels and increase testosterone in stressed individuals. Ginger, a common kitchen spice, has been shown in some studies to enhance testosterone production and overall sexual function. However, it’s essential to consult with a healthcare provider before starting any new supplement regimen to ensure it’s safe and effective for you.

8. Stay Hydrated and Limit Sugar Intake

Hydration plays an essential role in overall health, including hormone production. Dehydration can lead to increased cortisol levels, which may negatively affect testosterone. Ensure you drink enough water throughout the day to stay hydrated.

Additionally, limit your sugar intake. High levels of sugar can lead to insulin resistance, which is linked to lower testosterone levels. Reducing processed sugars and focusing on a diet rich in whole foods can help maintain stable insulin levels and support healthy testosterone production.

9. Have Regular Check-Ups

Regular medical check-ups are essential for monitoring your overall health and hormone levels. If you suspect you have low testosterone, a simple blood test can measure your levels. Regular screenings will help you track your health and make necessary adjustments to your lifestyle to maintain optimal testosterone levels.

Conclusion

Boosting testosterone naturally involves a holistic approach that includes exercise, diet, sleep, stress management, and lifestyle changes. By making conscious, health-focused decisions, you can maintain healthy testosterone levels and improve your overall quality of life. Remember that results may vary, and it's important to consult with a healthcare professional to tailor these strategies to your specific needs. Stay proactive about your health, and you’ll be well on your way to enhancing your testosterone levels naturally.

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What to Look for in an ICO Marketing Agency: A Complete 2025 Checklist

As the crypto industry continues to evolve, Initial Coin Offerings (ICOs) remain a prominent fundraising mechanism for blockchain-based startups. However, launching a successful ICO in 2025 requires more than just a solid whitepaper and a promising tokenomics model—it demands a well-executed marketing strategy. This is where an experienced ICO marketing agency becomes essential.

But with so many agencies flooding the space, how do you choose the right partner? This blog breaks down the complete checklist for selecting the ideal ICO marketing agency in 2025—one that aligns with your goals, budget, and token vision.

1. Proven Track Record in ICO Marketing

The first and most important factor to consider is experience. ICO marketing is not the same as general digital marketing. It involves niche-specific tactics like crypto community building, token-specific influencer outreach, exchange listing coordination, and regulatory-safe promotions.

Before signing with any ICO marketing agency, evaluate their past projects. Ask for a portfolio of previous ICOs they’ve worked on, especially successful ones with significant fundraising milestones. Take note of the industries they’ve served—whether they’ve worked with DeFi, NFTs, GameFi, or tokenized real estate—as this tells you how well they understand your domain.

Also, verify the results. Did the agency help boost token visibility? Was the ICO oversubscribed? Was the community engagement high? Agencies with case studies or client testimonials that show measurable impact are far more reliable than those offering vague promises.

2. Crypto-Native Marketing Services

A generalist marketing firm may not be equipped with the specific tools, knowledge, or networks needed for ICO success. The ideal ICO marketing agency should offer crypto-native marketing services tailored to blockchain ecosystems.

Look for services like:

Community Management on Telegram and Discord

Crypto Influencer Marketing on X (Twitter), YouTube, and TikTok

ICO Listing on Top Aggregator Platforms

Bounty Campaigns and Airdrop Management

Investor Pitch Deck Design

Exchange PR and Token Listing Coordination

These services are critical to building momentum pre-launch and maintaining engagement post-launch. A full-service agency will handle your campaign from strategy to execution, minimizing the learning curve for your in-house team.

3. Strong PR and Media Network

In 2025, token credibility is everything. A strong public relations strategy can make or break your ICO’s perception in the market. Reputable ICO marketing agencies usually maintain a wide network of crypto journalists, publication houses, and web3 influencers.

Ask the agency which media outlets they have access to. Top-tier exposure on sites like CoinTelegraph, Decrypt, CoinDesk, Bitcoinist, and NewsBTC can lend substantial legitimacy to your project. Moreover, press releases, sponsored articles, and organic interviews in such publications can drive substantial organic traffic to your ICO landing page.

Inquire whether they offer guaranteed publication placements or have done media campaigns for similar token launches in the past.

4. Community Building Capabilities

Community is the backbone of any successful ICO campaign. Without a passionate, informed, and engaged community, token traction will remain limited—even if you raise funds.

A top-tier ICO marketing agency will help you build a loyal base of supporters across platforms like Telegram, Discord, X, and Reddit. They should offer strategies for community moderation, AMA sessions, contest campaigns, and real-time engagement to spark conversation and excitement around your token.

Ask how they ensure organic growth versus bot traffic. Are community members incentivized through token rewards? Do they offer multilingual support to help grow global engagement? A well-managed community can be your strongest asset before, during, and after the ICO.

5. Expertise in Regulatory-Compliant Campaigns

In 2025, the regulatory landscape for token launches has matured significantly. Marketing an ICO now requires careful alignment with global financial rules—especially when targeting investors in the US, EU, or Asia-Pacific.

The ICO marketing agency you choose must be familiar with the legal do’s and don’ts of crypto advertising. They should avoid making misleading investment claims, using unverified data, or running campaigns that could invite scrutiny from regulators like the SEC or ESMA.

An experienced agency will often work in collaboration with legal advisors or have their own in-house compliance team to review all marketing materials. This ensures your campaign doesn’t get flagged or taken down on platforms like Google Ads or Meta.

6. Custom Strategy and Data-Driven Approach

Avoid one-size-fits-all marketing packages. The right ICO marketing agency will build a custom plan tailored to your token’s vision, use case, target audience, and launch timeline.

This includes:

Identifying the right marketing channels

Setting KPIs for reach, engagement, and conversions

Structuring marketing spend based on pre-sale and public sale goals

Running data-backed A/B tests to optimize campaigns

A data-driven approach means the agency constantly tracks performance and iterates on strategies that deliver ROI. This level of responsiveness is crucial in a fast-moving crypto market where hype can spike or die out within days.

Ask whether they provide detailed analytics, real-time dashboards, or post-campaign reports. Metrics like CAC (customer acquisition cost), engagement rate, and community growth should be reviewed weekly.

7. Influencer & KOL Collaboration Network

In the web3 world, Key Opinion Leaders (KOLs) and influencers have immense power. They can drive thousands of eyeballs to your token overnight—if aligned strategically.

The ideal ICO marketing agency should already have working relationships with trusted influencers across Twitter/X, YouTube, TikTok, and crypto-specific channels like BitBoy, Ivan on Tech, and Altcoin Daily. But beyond big names, they should also know how to tap into micro-influencers with niche audiences that may be more aligned with your token’s theme.

The agency should be able to handle influencer outreach, deal negotiation, script writing, campaign monitoring, and post-campaign reporting. Transparency is critical—ensure you know who’s being paid, how much, and what kind of exposure you’ll receive.

8. Global Language & Regional Campaign Support

Crypto is global. Your ICO marketing should be, too. Whether you’re targeting Korean investors, Chinese Telegram groups, European institutions, or LATAM enthusiasts, your marketing agency should be capable of running multilingual campaigns.

Top ICO marketing companies in 2025 are offering region-specific community managers, native content creators, and paid ad experts who understand local preferences and compliance guidelines. This is particularly important when running local events, AMA sessions, or exchange listings in non-English-speaking markets.

If you plan to run an international campaign, ask whether the agency has regional teams or partners in your target countries.

9. Transparent Pricing and Contract Structure

Token founders often struggle with hidden costs, over-promising service packages, or vague deliverables from agencies. That’s why you need to ensure your marketing partner offers transparent pricing.

A professional ICO marketing agency will break down costs by service—community management, influencer outreach, media buys, social ads, and more. The proposal should also outline deliverables, timelines, and KPIs.

Avoid signing long-term contracts without performance clauses. Ideally, your agreement should include review checkpoints, flexible upgrades, and clear refund or cancellation terms. This ensures you retain control over the campaign and can pivot if needed.

10. Post-ICO Support & Reputation Management

Your relationship with the marketing agency shouldn’t end once the token is listed. The post-ICO phase—when investors are watching token performance closely—is just as critical.

A dependable agency will help you manage post-sale marketing, token liquidity announcements, community retention campaigns, and reputation management. They should be ready to counter FUD (Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt), monitor social sentiment, and keep the community updated with regular development news.

They might also assist with staking promotion, CEX listings, governance participation, and roadmap execution—all of which maintain interest and drive long-term value for your token.

Final Thoughts: Choose Strategic, Not Just Popular

In a saturated market filled with flashy proposals and short-term hype, selecting the right ICO marketing agency in 2025 comes down to due diligence. Look beyond the buzzwords and vet agencies on strategic alignment, execution capabilities, and long-term value.

Remember, your marketing partner will shape how the world perceives your token project. Choose one that not only understands the crypto ecosystem but also believes in your vision and can drive meaningful results through thoughtful, data-backed campaigns.

Take the time to compare agencies, ask the hard questions, and review real-world case studies. A successful ICO isn’t built overnight—but with the right marketing agency, you can set the foundation for a powerful launch and sustained success.