#listen i cannot write smut for SHIT but i have so many opinions on these two’s sex life which i’m tootally not willing to discuss 👀👀👀👀👀

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some nsfw, half-baked sasodei hc, heavily inspired by all the smutty ff i was able to get my hands on over at ao3, and the previous post 🌶️

disclaimer: i’m assuming sasori has a jutsu that enables him to switch back to his human body when they get hot and heavy, and he switches back quite often; i also use the term teenager, because to me an 18-19 y/o is still a teen.

sasori loves riling deidara up until he’s incoherent; loves fucking into him to the point where deidara’s drooling, moaning, panting, screaming broken sentences and nonsense pleas and begging, and then cruelly relishes in asking deidara questions his brain is too far gone to comprehend and answer; adores it when he holds him down, stops him from moving on his own and forces deidara to look at him; meanly taunts deidara into trying to put a sentence together when his brain is mush and the only thing he can think about is his body’s scorching need for sasori’s touch, and sasori knowingly halts his movements, degrading and humiliating deidara with mock sympathy and insulting jabs, forcing him to beg for his pleasure until deidara wails in frustrated desperation. relishes in the way he can turn his otherwise proud and  insolent lover into an incoherent mess that’s got only sasori’s cock on his mind, is absolutely delighted by the fact that he can take all of deidara’s witty words and sharp comebacks right out of his mouth.

deidara’s got an oral fixation; sasori loves putting his mouths to work when he gets too bratty or impertinent. loves brutally thrusting in deidara’s throat, face-fucking him deeply, making him take his cock all the way to the base and keeping him there, chocking on his dick and struggling to mantain eye contact, all gurgling noises and tears; only lets him up for air when deidara stops struggling, and sasori bends over and spits out to deidara that this is what insolent brats like him need to get back in line. loves letting deidara nurse on the tip of his dick for hours when he’s restless and needs grounding, kitten licks and soft suckling sounds, drooling slightly as his plush lips part to accomodate sasori’s girth, and his cock rests on deidara’s palate; loves looking at the way deidara’s eye glaze over, loves how calm and placated he becomes, like all he needed was sasori’s cock in his mouth. then sasori gets nice, cards his hand gently through deidara’s soft locks, praises him quietly and tells him he’s so good, calls him his baby dei, occasionally lazily thrusting up and into his mouth. 

sasori is vigorous and athletic, but his libido is of no match against that of a teenager’s (and a taurus teen at that). that’s why sasori always makes deidara sweat for his attention in the bedroom. sasori never gives in easily, never gives deidara what he wants until the last possible minute, when deidara is right about to tip over. considered how sexy and seductive deidara can be, that’s quite the feat, but sasori’s resolve is of iron. partially because sasori values his own time greatly, and wants deidara to appreciate every minute he spends appeasing his lame human needs; partially because he derives great pleasure in seeing how deidara will jump through hoops and do the splits for his danna’s attention, for his touch; gets a sick sense of enjoyment in watching how much humiliation and patronization and belittlement deidara will endure to get what he wants. loves riling him up and wearing him down until he’s exhausted and satisfied, dried tear tracks staining his cheeks and body gone boneless in sasori’s arms. not that deidara minds having to work for it; though occasionally sasori will indulge in his pillow princess fantasies, most of the time deidara has to go the extra mile to put on a show worth of sasori’s attention and appreciation: but deidara is a huge show off and he’s got no shame, so he’s always eager to impress and seduce, always ready to follow orders and be good for sasori. luckily for deidara, his lover always makes the sex worth the effort. some days he tortures deidara with edging, keeps deidara between his thighs with a hand around his throat and forces his legs open, deidara’s back to sasori’s chest while he works him up right to the brink of countless orgasms he never gets to experience, until dei pants in his shoulder and pleads; other days he punishes deidara with overstimulation, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of deidara, until he’s wailing and twisting in agony to escape from underneath sasori’s merciless touch. sometimes, if he’s feeling generous, he’ll cede some control over to deidara, telling him he can do whatever he pleases; deidara will then either climb in his lap and give sasori a masterclass in riding, one knee bent and his hands resting on sasori’s chest or thighs for balance, grinding down his hips in fluid motions that reach oh so deep, making deidara shamelessly throw his head back in pleasure, sasori following every motion enraptured. Sometimes he surprises sasori and takes charge for real, bending him over and eating him out the way he knows will make sasori gasp and his cheeks flush, and then he’ll fuck into him gently, one handmouth wrapped around his dick as he bites into sasori’s shoulder.

both deidara and sasori enjoy somnophilia. once sasori awoke to deidara grinding against his thigh in his sleep, and touching and fucking deidara while he sleeps has since been a staple in their sex lives. the mornings when deidara wakes up with sasori moving inside of him are his favourites; to know that he’s that irresistible to sasori is very flattering, but the awareness that sasori doesn’t need deidara conscious to take what he wants from him drives him straight up crazy with need. sometimes deidara fights back just for the sake of sasori getting harsher with his thrusts, violently pinning him down, whispering threats in the dark that make deidara’s heart race and his cock wet. other mornings deidara will be woken up by sasori sucking his dick, because if there’s something sasori finds hot, it’s deidara mewling while he thrusts lightly in his mouth, half asleep and arching and so endearingly unguarded, face hidden in the crook of his elbow. 

sasori doesn’t always give into deidara’s need; when he’s feeling particularly cruel, he’ll ignore deidara’s flushed cheeks and his feverish want until he goes mad with arousal, allowing deidara to climb into his lap and grind against him chasing some form of relief, but not budging at all despite deidara heatedly mouthing at his neck, his jaw, at his lips, pleading and bargaining with sasori even if he refuses to touch him. sasori will wait patiently until deidara inevitably cracks, cause the damn brat is so spoiled that not getting his way always results in tears and tantrums: if he’s pleased with deidara, he’ll get him off, or let him hump sasori’s leg until he cums, while sasori sneaks a thumb between his lips. If his sadism gets the best of sasori, he’ll firmly tell deidara no, ignoring him even when he’s on his knees, nosing and mouthing at sasori’s erection through his pants; sasori will push him off gently, and will listen to deidara’s whining with sick pleasure, cause he knows dei knows he’s not allowed to touch himself and cum. If he denies deidara like that, next time he’ll make sure to be extra nice and giving to make up to deidara.

despite regularly denying deidara, sasori finds deidara so attractive. to him, it doesn’t matter if deidara’s trashing underneath him so wildly sasori has to hold him still, making feral animal sounds as he tries to fight sasori off using half of his strenght, like he doesn’t want it, like sasori doesn’t know that being brutally taken with a knife against his throat isn’t all he dreams of, that being subdued and broken isn’t his what he secretly wants and craves and needs; it doesn’t matter if deidara’s coquettishly looking at him from underneath his lashes, wearing a blush silk robe with his hair down and fanned behind him, body angled and oozing sex, playing up his innocence and naivety so sasori cannot help himself but want to jump him and ruin him for good. and when he spreads his legs invitingly, and lets sasori make love to him like he was a girl, moans high pitched and back arched and looking every bit like a sex kitten whose only purpose is to corrupt and tantalize, sasori really loses it. othertimes sasori gets hard at the mere sight of a deidara who’s just woken up, wearing a shirt that’s too big on him and rubbing his eyes; other times it’s a barefoot deidara who just came back from outside, dirty soles and messy hair and flushed cheeks, scratching idly at his newest slew of mosquito bites. it’s like deidara’s cracked the code: he knows that whichever side of him the displays to sasori, whether it’s his animalistic and violent side that begs to be tamed and hurt, whether it’s unsubtly playing into his flirtatious minx fantasies and allowing deidara’s youthful feminine charm to extract exactly what he wants from sasori, or a softly boyish dei who’s unaware of the way his nonchalance and naivety makes sasori throb in his pants, deidara has sasori wrapped around his little finger.

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Hi~ could I request a Javi fic inspired by the song Take my breath away by Berlin? 🥺

Take my breath away (Javier Peña x Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: thanks for the request Anon! I know you said you wanted it based on the song but I kind of based it on the scene in which the song plays in Top Gun...I hope that’s okay... this is more of a Frankie song to me, but I loved writing this for my love Javi. But I’m sorry if this kind of sucks? I really like it but I think it’s more to my personal taste... but I hope you enjoy it. I definitely recommend listening to the song whilst reading this, and maybe watching the scene too. But it’s not a requirement. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Fem!Reader, angry flirting, very slow sex, Javi being a little clueless about love and feelings, soft!javi, me trying to talk politics, time skips

Summary: The Calí case was to run differently, that was made clear to him. But something else is made clear to Javier as well.

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Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game,

On this endless ocean finally lovers know no shame

Another day, another meeting. That’s all it was for Javier. But he didn’t expect much else. He didn’t expect the Cali case to be any different from the Escobar case. It now he was the one calling the shots, everything was a whole lot harder.

But he knew what meetings would entail. Him getting a talk from the ambassador. Generals giving zero shits for the safety of the DEA agents. And anyone else who was in their throwing in there opinions that meant jack shit to anyone else there. And she would be there.

The bane of Javier’s life.

She had been in his life since the Escobar case got going, but before Steve was sent down from Miami. He wasn’t sure what her job role was exactly. But she was in every meeting. In the background. Blending in and going unnoticed until she spoke. But Javi noticed her immediately. A radiant being. A beautiful woman. Who knew how to get shit done. And did it well.

Javier walked into the meeting room where it seemed everyone else had already been assembled, all waiting on him. All eyes were on him. He gave a curt nod and looked quickly around the room for a seat and glancing over the eyes that were on him. All except one pair.

There she sat. Writing something on her paper that probably had no relevance to anything and that no one would ever see. At first she didn’t care to acknowledge him. But he knew that she knew he was there.

Her eyes briefly looked up and met his.

Those eyes. Those damn eyes. They saw everything. They took everything in. She didn’t miss a single detail about anything or anyone. And he had fallen for those eyes. Those bright, big, beautiful eyes.

But it seemed as soon as they met his own, they were gone again, looking back down at her paper. Javi took the only seat that was available, the one that was right opposite her. Of course.

“Nice if you to join us, Agent Peña” Crosby said in a sarcastic tone.

“Sorry I’m late” Javier apologised, adjusting his sitting position as he opened the file in front of him.

The meeting got stated soon after that but it was nothing that Javier hadn’t already been told on his arrival back in Colombia. And besides, his attention was on something far more interesting. Or someone. But she paid no attention to him. She rarely ever did, save for the odd glance here and there. They had hardly ever spoke to each other. It seemed she much favoured Steve when he was there, that’s what he guess anyway. She much preferred to talk to him than Javi.

Javi knew that his feelings for her were ridiculous and one sided. She wouldn’t give him the time of day let alone the attention and affection he desperately wanted from her. She was firm, level headed, and strong willed. She never did anything spontaneous or unplanned. And he never seemed to have a place in her life. He didn’t have a place in her heart. At least, that’s what Javi believed.

“Ambassador” she said as she leaned forwards slightly to make her self visible to everyone. They all seemed a little surprised when she spoke up. Most likely because they had forgotten she was in there. “If I may sir?”

“Please” Crosby said gesturing for her to continue.

She nodded and glanced back to Javier whose eyes had barely left her for the duration of the meeting so far “I am aware, sir, that you have already made it clear to Agent Peña that the Cali case cannot be like the Escobar case. But I wanted to make it clear to both Agent Peña and everyone else present exactly what that means”

She paused for a moment and looked around the room for any sign of objection, but when she receive none, she continued again. “Calí had to be done differently. The Godfathers play by their own rules, yes, but they do have rules. And so do we. So we have to play by our rules too. We have to follow the rules of the Colombian government too. There is no way around that. No more unnecessary risks. We cannot work as freely and as uncontrolled and Agent Peña did in the Escobar case. It’s just not going to pass this time. And whilst they succeeded in capturing and killing Escobar, the extent of the damage left behind is immeasurable. It is best for the people of Colombia and the American government is we try to avoid that same future at all costs”

“Is this now just a dig at me, agent?” He laughed making her look at him.

“No. It isn’t. I’m simply stating that we can’t have a re-run of what you and agent Murphy did in Medellín. Too many lives were lost in the hunt for Escobar. Calí has to be done differently”

“It’s a drug war, (Y/N)” he spat “there is going to be a body count however it plays out”

“It’s the DEA’s job, Javier, to reduce that body count. Or to ensure there isn’t one at all. But from what I’ve heard, you had a personal hand in making the amount large” she retorted quickly, giving him a dark look from across the table.

“I think what she is trying to say,” Crosby spoke up, sensing the hostility between the two agents “is that we take no more unnecessary risks. We play things by the book. For the safety of everyone”

That pretty much wrapped up the meeting and Javier was far too pissed of to stay and shake the hands of those who thought so little of him. He made a quick escape and (Y/N) watch his every move.

But she was more polite than Javi was. No matter how bad a mood she was in, she always stayed to show respect to the others, even if often they didn’t deserve it. But once that was done, she followed in Javi’s footsteps out the door and trailing after him.

(Y/N) didn’t quite managed to catch up to him. She stood at the top of the embassy stairs as he swung open his car door. “Javier!” She called out to him. She knew he heard her, but he ignored her completely. He got in his car and it wasn’t long before he was driving off. “Fuck” she swore under her breath before marching to her own car to chase after him. He was going to listen to what she had to say, whether he liked it or not.

Turning and returning to some secret place inside,

Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say

“Javier” she called again getting out her car to meet him.

“You insult a guy and then follow him home?” He mocked.

“Javier, listen to me-“

“To you saying what? Have you got a list in your pocket of all the other ways you can slate me and my work? If you don’t like me (Y/N), just tell me. You’ve made it fucking obvious to everyone else!”

He went to walk past her by she took his arm in a surprisingly firm grasp and forced him to turn back and look at her. He could see the anger rising in her, she looked at him with serious yet soft eyes.

“Everything I said was true but there was more that I wanted to say. But I couldn’t say it back there. There were things I couldn’t admit back there. Like how I admired your bravery and dedication to this job. I couldn’t say that because everyone would see right through me. I didn’t want people to know the truth” she stated firmly as she looked between his eyes.

He let out a laugh and placed his hands on his hips “oh yeah? What truth?” He asked.

“That I’ve fallen for you” she said without skipping a beat.

For once in his life, Javier was speechless. He just stared at her, not knowing what to say. And she just stared right back, she wasn’t phased by her words at all. But what she was phased by was what he did next.

He walked towards her, grabbing her face in his hands and pressing his lips to her. She immediately kissed him back, he hands coming to rest on his hips. Their lips moved against each other perfectly. The cliche line that they were made for each other became apparent. And it was true.

Nothing felt more perfect.

My love, Take my breath away

She stood up against the wall beside his bed, his hands either side of her head but he stood at arms length away from her. Watching her with hungry eyes as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt revealing her black lace bra.

Javier hesitantly reached out his hand and trace along the fabric whilst she looked up at him through her lashes with wanting eyes. His hand slid up to her shoulder as he pressed his lips to hers again. His tongue came out to run across her bottom lip and she didn’t hesitate in opening her mouth for him to explore. As he did this, he pushed her shirt off her shoulder, it dropped to the floor and he wrapped his arms around her as she brought her hands up to rest of his bare chest.

“I’ve fallen for you too” he whispered. They were the first words he had uttered to her since she had said the same. She hummed against his lips and managed to slip her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers through his thick hair holding his lips against hers.

Carefully, Javi pulled her off the wall and laid her on the bed. He pulled his lips from her and looking into her eyes again. Slowly he lifted his hand and gently brushed a few stands of hair from her face. He then moved that hand down her body and slipped his fingers into her panties and stroked through her folds.

“Javi” she gasped before biting down on her bottom lip. His rough fingers found their way to her clit where he began rubbing soft circles over it making her moan quietly. Javi buried his face into her neck, licking and sucking at her soft skin. Her fingers wrapped around his strong biceps as she melted into his mattress and his sweet touch.

(Y/N) began rolling her hips, grinding against his fingers eager for more friction. Eager for his touch. He pulled his head from her neck and reattached his lips to hers, his tongue sliding back into her mouth, stroking over hers as he pushed down her panties and threw them across the room.

Their tongues still dancing together, her hands moved down his back to his jeans when she skilfully undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. His fingers were still rubbing at her clit making her let out breathy moans into his mouth. She sat up slightly so she could reach into his boxers and pull out his already hard length, teasing his head with her thumb making him instinctively thrust into her hand with a grunt making her smile.

He let out a low growl and pushed her down onto her back again before pushing his jeans and boxers further down his legs. He leaned back over her and slowly eased himself into her.

“Oh fuck” he gasped into the air. She hummed as he pushed further and further into her, her tongue sliding up the length of his neck before he looked back down at her. She looked up at him with a teasing look but that look was soon wiped of her face as he began to slowly thrust in and out of her. She hummed and flattened her hands on his broad back.

They both began filling his room with quiet and breathless moans of each other’s name. The gentle rustling of his bed sheets and quiet squeak of the bed too. The sound of his lips sucking at her neck and the sound of her fingers gliding up and down his back.

Javi had never been this slow and sensual with anyone. But he had never had a reason too. He didn’t need to work out his frustrations of his day, nor did he need to forget. No. He could enjoy it. He could feel it. Feel her. Hear her. Love her.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she rolled her head back, her back arching up so their chests were touching. She moaned from her throat as her nails dug into his back.

No words were needed for him to know he had hit a good spot inside her. Now words were needed for him to know she was already close to her end, but so was he. The slowness of the sex was driving them both crazy in the best possible way.

It just felt so good.

She whispered his name and he whispered hers. His thick fingers trailed down her body again, meeting her swollen clit and rubbing barely there circles on it, the light touches blew her mind, her nails dug further into his skin making him groan.

Javi looked down at her, loving the expression of pleasure on her face. He gently nipped at her chin making her smile “oh Javi” she whispered.

He only moaned in response as her walls began to pulse around him and she began to pant. His hips began to move a little fast and he pressed harder against her clit pulling cut little whimpers and whines from her.

It wasn’t long, then, before she was coming around him. Her breath almost stopping completely as her walls clamped down on him and her eyes were squeezed shut. He came quickly after that, shooting ropes of his hot come inside, resting his forehead against hers.

She was basically frozen in her state of pleasure, her body not moving or responding to him as he slowed his hips and pulled his fingers off her.

Javi pressed a loose kiss to her parted lips “breath for me baby” he whispered to her. Words he never expected to say to someone after sex. But nonetheless, he had to make sure she didn’t die on him. A deep breath fell from her lips fanning over his face “good girl” his hips came to a full stop and he slowly pulled out of her, letting her back ease back down onto his bed as he rolled off her.

Take my breath away

“I’m sorry” she whispered to him as she dragged her finger down the slope of his nose “I didn’t mean to make you angry. I know you did what you had to do for the good of the people... I said what I said because-“

He cut off her apology by pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss which she returned, her hand moving to rest against his cheek.

“I get it” he muttered against her lips “you don’t need to apologise”

“But I do” she said quickly “you’re a great agent Javi. And I admire you. I want you to know how great and amazing I think you are...” she looked up at him with sadness in her eyes. Desperate for him to know the truth.

“I’m just doing my job (Y/N)” he ran his index finger down the navel between her breasts “but I should apologise to you. For that way I spoke to you”

“I deserved it...” she smiled “for what I said to you”

“I guess we’re even then” he chuckled.

“Hmm, I guess so” she gently pulled his head back down so that she could kiss him again.

Take my breath away

13/01/21

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the wrong side of the bed • damon albarn/reader

smut with feelings, i guess. sorry if is this is too long – this prompt excited me too much. i hope you guys like daft punk - though this is not a songfic, but you’ll get why - and i promise i’ll write something not involving sadness and alcohol someday. this is unbeta’ed, and english is not my first language, so have mercy

thank you so much for the music teacher prompt, anon! hope you enjoy it x also, just in case you haven’t read my graham/reader fic yet, here it is too.

tw: unprotected drunk sex

word count: 4.477

Music has been a very important escape mechanism for you recently. Your job has been hellish, and getting your degree has also been a chore - in the midst of so many deadlines and professional disappointments what has been a light for you is Damon Albarn, your newly divorced music teacher who is old enough to be your dad.

You detail these little “buts” as a mantra whenever the subject is him, whether in internal monologues or when you talk about him with your close friends. You never really believed in relationships between two people of very different ages, and you felt like you needed to remember those details whenever you could to keep that completely carefree crush from becoming something you couldn't control.

You started taking classes with him every Saturday after you were cast on your city’s production of a musical. You knew it was a very small step for a career in the industry, but it was very significant for you. You were exhausted from any activity that involved learning given how tired you were from college, but learning music with Damon was definitely something that you didn't even place in the same mental category. It was with him that you vented about how your week was, how you missed your parents who lived absurdly far away from you, it was with him that you shared the small victories of the day-to-day that were too insignificant even to share with your longtime friends. Which is funny, since this symbolic relationship was built in a matter of 2 months. Damon, in the beginning, was very reserved and “gray”, and it was amazing how in a matter of such a short time he shown himself to be someone so energetic, observant and empathetic; although a little bit of a control freak sometimes. When the wild waves of life seemed to take you everywhere at the same time and left you lost, despite so little time in your life, Damon became a constant.

And it worries you.

What are you going to do when the money to pay for his classes runs out? Certainly, although significant, what you had seemed to be was, above all, a friendship of convenience. You were very different people, with very different aspirations, and especially at very different points in life. As much as you liked each other *as friends* and considered yourselves people you wanted close by, Damon had a well-lived life to sustain. He would not have time much less willpower to listen to your complaints and insecurities in a context that did not involve an exchange relationship. At least, that's what you thought.

Saturday was also one of the two days you could wake up late, so in addition to having a rare time for your leisure, you were able to rest at least a little more than normal. That particular morning, you noticed that there were two missed calls from Maggie on your cell phone. Maggie was one of the producers of the musical. She used to bring you very decisive and very good news. If she called you, you did whatever it took to answer her right away. An unbelievable wave of anxiety takes over you. “Hello, Mags, you called?” You say, excited, but very nervous. Dealing with people who have your dreams constantly in their hands is somewhat stressful. You bite your nails.

“Hey, Y/N, yes. Um. You okay?”

“Yeah, thanks for asking. What happened?” You notice that Maggie's tone is different. The funny thing is that everyone is always so apathetic in the artistic world, and Maggie was the only person you knew so far that showed any kind emotion.

“So… you were dropped.”

Ah.

“I’m-I’m sorry?”

“You… were dropped. We made some changes here and there and you won’t be on our show anymore. If anything changes again, we’ll call. I promise.”

“Thank you. Bye.”

“Good luck, kid.”

Um.

Your stomach drops, and for a moment you feel like you've been punched. Maybe you've been wrong all along.

My God. My God. My God.

You feel like your entire world has collapsed around you. There aren't even reasons for you to keep going to class. All that effort and money spent... are now in the trash.

Artists spend a lot of time investing in themselves. You always have to become better. Faster. Learn techniques. Reinvent yourself. Stay beautiful. And you don't believe that in your first real experience in this world... that happened. Most likely a friend of the director took your place.

My God.

You swallow the tears, after all, you told everyone you knew that you knew how this world worked and you wouldn't be shaken if something like this happened. No one is watching you right now - but you still feel that you would disappoint them if you cried.

But you couldn’t smile anymore. Nothing could take away your expression of shock and uncertainty.

Not even funny posts on Reddit. Not even funny memes sent by your friends in the morning.

Nor the message from Damon confirming the class of the day.

I won't be able to go today ☹, you type, and you erase it.

Hey, I got dropped from the musical. you type, and you erase it.

How are you doing? Definitely not.

I’ll be there! 😅 You hit send.

Hope we finally figure out that bloody solo, he replies.

You do not answer.

You change your clothes, without your motivational playlist playing in the background this time. The beginning of a great plan going on in your life was no longer there. You didn't even pick up your headphones and the subway ride was completely silent, except for the ambient sound.

You arrive at school, and Damon welcomes you with the usual tight hug, and wide smile. You give a yellow smile in response, and he immediately realizes that something is out of place. “Is everything okay?” His expression quickly changes to one of concern. Your stomach drops even lower. Maybe it hit the ground by now.

“I…”

You don't want it to end. Your dream ended, but not this, too. This cannot end. “Can we try another song today? One not from the musical?” You ask, exasperated.

“Uh… I mean-”

“Please?”

"Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?" He laughs nervously. “But... the musical’s why you’re here. I’m confused--”

“I know, but pretty please?” You insist, cringing by now to keep from crying.

“Um. Sure – but did something happen? Tell me. I’m-I’m here to help.”

“I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. Please.” You feel your voice weaken more and more. You don’t wanna cry, though your eyes are already burning. “Please, Damon.”

“Right. Okay.” He says, raising his hands in defeat. He starts collecting his material.

“What are you doing?”

“No class today. Something clearly happened and we need to talk it out.”

“I-I got sacked. But there’s no need to…”

“I got it. C’mon. I’m not a monster, I won’t charge you for talking it out. All we’ve worked for… fucking cunts.” There’s the visceral side of him. “You gotta tell me how it happened.”

“Okay.”

He only leaves your two chairs in place.

After you two sit, he starts. “This happens quite a lot in this world. And every student reacts the same.” Though this sounds a little too insensitive, you imagine it’s the truth, and his tone does the job of conveying his compassion. “Did they call you? Or did you find out through somewhere else, like Patti LuPone?”

“Huh. At least they called me. They just straight up told me I’m no longer in the cast.” You say, totally not comforted by that. But it would be even worse if you found out by other means. “I don’t know what to do now.”

“Don’t let your spirit be broken by that – you’re really talented, and I don’t like paying compliments. You know that.”

“Talent is not enough sometimes. That’s also something you’ve said to me before.”

He goes silent, and you start apologizing in the same instant.

“No, no, you didn’t hurt my feelings.” He interrupts you. “That’s true. But you’re really young, I shouldn’t have said that to you. Shit like that happens all the time. We learn a lot from it and you have your entire life ahead of you. That was… limited of me.”

“I know I’m almost getting my degree, and there’s other things for me to do… but fuck. I-- I really wanted that. You know how much.”

“I do. I also know exactly how you’re feeling now. We’re always so excited when this kind of thing happens. We plan our entire lives based on that one fragile and uncertain plan, and then boom, it’s gone. We always count on the fact that we’ll eventually have to decide between our career and something else when the choice comes, but what do we do when it doesn’t come? I know how that feels. Also--”

He grabs his guitar. You roll your eyes. “Don’t tell me you have a song for that.”

“I don’t.” he answers. “But I do have a story to tell you.”

For the next two hours, he tells you all about a very ambitious audiovisual plan that he tried to engage in his early 30s. Among countless questions and answers, Damon Albarn showed you through his history how very determined he really was. He goes into the most minute details about the ideas he had for a film and several concept albums for a virtual band that, in your opinion, sounds like something very innovative and, at the same time, incredibly palatable to the mainstream. You thought that the band he was part of when he was even younger was already very wronged because, from what you heard from the demos, they were really incredible, but the fact that such a project didn't go ahead ... just proved to you more and more that talent sometimes really wasn’t enough. Just when you thought you couldn't admire that man more.

“So, believe me when I say I know how that feels.” Goddamn. He looks at his clock, and almost jumps at how the time flied. “Bloody hell, I have another student in like, 5 minutes.”

“God, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. This is a tale very few people know about. I’m glad I shared it with you.”

“…That had potential. Don’t give up on it.”

“Don’t give up on your plans either. I really mean it when I say you’re talented as fuck.”

You couldn’t help but smile through the dried tears and puffy eyes. You say your rushed goodbyes. But before can you leave the room, he holds your arm. “Wait. I know it’s hard, but don’t spend the rest of the day thinking about it. Do you want to do something tonight?”

“Uhhh—what you have in mind?” You can’t believe your ears.

“I don’t know. Do you drink?”

“More than I should.”

“Perfect. So I know a place we can go. Any preference of hours?”

“After 7 pm, I guess?”

“Works for me. I’ll send you the address soon then.” He says. You stand still, frozen, still processing what just happened. He’s blinking as if he just told you how’s the weather outside. “Now you can go.”

“O-kay. See you in a few hours then, Damon.”

“See you in a few hours, Y/N.”

You tried to hide your excitement, in vain. You smiled like an idiot.

This was one of the scenarios of your daydreams when you were walking around, talking quietly to yourself. Damon Albarn, your newly divorced music teacher who is old enough to be your father, just asked you out. You don't care if it was pity. After such disappointment, you allow yourself to create a little more of that stupid, inconsequential hope that your life would take an exciting turn for the first time.

He sends you the address a few hours after your class/conversation, when you were starting to get ready to meet him. It was a pub that you already knew well, and had visited with some friends in the past. You choose a dress that has become your “uniform” recently, for valuing your body type well and for translating your style in a way that is both stylish and very comfortable. When you finish getting ready, you take a deep breath. There is a world of difference between what you wanted to happen and what you think will happen. But you do not care.

The tragic call you received in the morning barely crosses your mind on your way to the pub.

Upon arriving, you find Damon - always so punctual - sitting in the corner of the lounge fiddling with his cell phone while he takes a few sips of a drink that you have no idea what it is made of. You never took him for a complex drink guy. He is really full of surprises. You feel slightly self-conscious out of a sudden, stomach churning in anticipation. He raises his eyes, and his gaze meets yours. His usual welcoming smile makes all your worries go away. You couldn’t help but smile wide too.

“Hello there. A stark contrast to this morning’s Y/N.” He notes, looking you up and down after you two share a tight hug, that smile still there.

“My plan tonight is to forget everything that happened before we talked, okay? Just let me forget about the call!” You answer, playfully, trying to pretend you weren't in the least ... affected ... by the way he received you.

And the time you spend together goes as usual. It’s amazing how there’s no space for awkward silences between you two. To one thing you tell him, he brings you three more things to tell, and vice-versa. You two just… click. You make each other laugh, and even if things don’t go the way you daydream about, which is totally okay, given that he’s twice your age and you’re not sure if you can handle the implications that age difference has, you’re glad to call him a good friend. He’s amazing, and you’re having a great time with him.

By your fourth beer and his fifth fancy drink, your conversation enters a territory that hasn’t been truly explored by you two yet. His romantic past. You only knew he was divorced because he mentioned it very vaguely one day, nothing else. You didn’t know why, who was her, or when. But apparently, he was about to tell you.

“We were both really… young… and didn’t have a clue of what we were doing with our lives. She was a musician too, Justine. Not anymore.”

“Because of what happened between you two?” You ask, the beers gradually taking the indiscretion filters out of you.

“Maybe. I don’t know. She seemed tired of everything. She wanted a life I’m not sure I would be able to live. I also pressured her a lot, I tried to create a version of her that somehow fitted all my expectations and, long story short, we weren’t right for each other. But I still think she’s incredible. I still admire her a lot. Not sure how she feels about me though.”

“Are you still in love with her?”

“Oh, no. There’s a big difference in admiring someone and being in love with them, kid.”

After that sentence of his, for the first time that night, an uncomfortable silence hangs between you - Instant Crush, by Daft Punk, almost ironically, starts playing on the pub's speakers. You feel like you're in a movie.

You're still a kid, aren't you?

“Definitely.” You finally answer him, finishing 70% of the bottle in a few gulps. You become a bit more lightheaded after that, and your eyes start to struggle to focus. You try to hide how slurred your voice wants to sound. “I confess I still don’t know how to really differentiate between the two.”

“Oh yeah?” His wistful tone gives place to one of amusement. “You never told me about your exes. Feel free to.”

“This is not about them.”

He turns to you, after a one-sided staring competition with his own cup. His voice is calm, and somehow even deeper, when he asks you: “Then who is this about?”

You gulp. The cramped space you were sitting on somehow feels even smaller. And hotter. You feel drops of sweat sliding on your belly. You’re sitting by his side, not in front of him, and that interaction feels almost… primal. You two are trapped by a huge table in a corner very few people can see.

“I think I need to go to the loo.”

He lets you, and you feel his eyes following you to the restroom.

My God. My God. My God.

You take a much longer time to do everything than you really need while reflecting on the dialogue you just had. You feel the ground is starting to spin, and the desire to sleep on literally any place grow. You’re drunk. And confused. And anxious.

You spend some good minutes staring at your own face in the mirror before you return to your table. He’s still in the moment, judging by the contemplative look on his face. This is the point of no return.

This is no movie – this is a fucking RPG.

“It was full,” you justify.

“Yeah, it’s always pretty crowded in there.”

That goddamn awkward silence again. You try to talk at the same time, but he wins.

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Yeah.” You clear your throat. “It’s… about a guy. He’s a…current… thing. Not from the past.”

“Right.” His tone is serious, more teacher-like than he has even acted while actually teaching you.

“I met him through an ad. I was looking for music teachers in my area and I found him. He had a fair price.” He was now smiling in disbelief, shaking his head. You’re both tipsy and you don’t care if your words are slurred anymore.

“And?”

“I have classes with him every Saturday. It’s the event of the bloody week for me. I can’t believe I’m saying that now because at first he seemed quite intimidating and not open to any meaningful interaction. Like, all frowns and monosyllabic answers and all.” You steal his drink, and he’s not even bothered. “We talk a lot, and even though we talk every day I somehow always thought he didn’t give a fuck about me when we were out of class. That he only saw me as a student, not as a friend, you know? I think about that chap every single day too. He’s handsome--like. Fuck. And he pays attention to everything I say. He’s always so nice to me, he makes me feel welcome. A part of… something.” You take a few more sips, and he gently takes the drink out of your hand, mouthing an ‘enough’. “He’s old enough to be my dad and I feel guilty for thinking of him that way. He invited me for drinks when my world fell so I could get my mind out of the shambles my life’s in and I almost died because I’m madly in love with him for a while now, but I don’t want to ruin everything. I don’t know what to do now. People shouldn’t start things thinking of how they’re going to end, but, you know?”

“They should, though. He’s indeed too old for you. And your life isn’t in shambles.”

“But…”

“Everything sounds pretty lovely in theory, but, he’s probably thinking that he’s going to slow you down in a way. You’ve got too much life to live. He’s probably really tired of everything he’s already lived.”

“But I love him. He makes me laugh! I don’t wanna have children.” You whine.

He muffles a laugh. “It’s not that-“

”Please take me home tonight.” You plead; your tone more serious now. “I know what I’m doing, I know where I am. Just please take me home.”

“Y/N…”

“Please, Damon. If you don’t feel the same then fine, call me an Uber and I’ll get over it.”

That triggers something in him, apparently, and he kisses you deeply and intensely. His hands caress your back and the whole kiss, though a little disjointed because of the state you’re both in, is full of affection and love. His lips taste of strawberry vodka, and your mind is spinning.

When your lips part, you stare at each other for a while, thousands upon thousands of thoughts per second, unsaid. “Are you sure you wanna come with me?” He asks, kissing your hand.

“Yes. I am.”

-

After he fumbles with his keys, you’re finally in his apartment – it’s surprisingly nice and tidy. Judging by how carefree he’s with his looks, you imagined that characteristic would overflow to other aspects of his life.

From the Uber drive home to his door, his hand never left yours.

He locks the door, and you stand staring intently at each other, sizing each other up like men before a fight. This time, you start the kiss, with a little less hurry than before. But the desire is still burning hot on both of you.

“Do you have any idea of what you’re doing to me?”, he murmurs, discarding his jacket while he does his best to not break the kiss. You take this as a signal to start taking off your clothes too, starting by kicking off your shoes. It has become a choreography of sorts - his hands grasp your buttocks and pulls you closer after you’re done with them, drawing a gasp from you.

“I wanted you for so long.” You reply, your hands exploring his body below the fine fabric of his shirt. You motion to take it away from him, and he lets you, completely entranced by how red your lips look from everything it went through. He guides you to his sofa, quickly adjusting it so it’s comfortable enough and serves as a bed for both of you.

He lies down first, eagerly waiting for you to stay on top of him. You finally do, and you feel like a goddess from the way he looks at your body. You take off your dress, and now you’re almost fully exposed to him. You have no bra on, and his hands immediately travel to your breasts, fingers running tantalizingly over your nipples to get them stiff and erect before he pinches them between his fingers, smiling at the whimper his actions elicit. You start bucking your hips on the rough fabric of his trousers, and you feel him harden below you. “God, you’re… something else.” he whispers, and you respond with another whimper, biting back a full on moan when your clit hits the perfect spot. You separate your legs a little further so you can feel him better, drawing a groan from him. He takes this a signal to take his jeans off, eyes not leaving your hips.

Now that a distance of an entire layer is shortened between you, the contact is even more intimate, and the bulge of his cock straining against his underwear is driving you mad. You’re aching for him. He brushes against you and your moan is higher than you expected, and you immediately cover your mouth in order not to wake up his neighbors. As he feels the wet heat of you around his painfully hard cock, he takes your hand out of your lips, grip then tightening on your hips as he pushes you down right on to him. Your moan is even louder. “Let them hear.”

“Fuck-Damon-I’m getting so close--” As if you just gave him a command, his hands now grab the flesh of your inner thighs, massaging them further and further up until he reaches the center of your arousal, and the sound you make when he pulls your panties to the side and runs his finger between your folds while still grinding against you is somewhere between a whine and a whimper. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he says, voice rough from how excruciatingly aroused he is. “Come for me, baby.” Your clit was more exposed now, pressed more tightly against him and you whine in relief when your orgasm finally floods through your body.  

Before you could fully recover, he finally frees himself from his underwear and, with your help, effortlessly aligns himself with your (quite ready) entrance. You bury your head in his neck the moment he enters you in one swift motion and your moans are almost like cries by now - the overstimulation is driving you insane. You take his face on your hands and give him a passionate kiss while he gradually picks up a merciless pace inside of you, the more heated the kiss becomes the more shamelessly you ride his cock. “Shit,” he mutters, massaging your breasts in an almost desperate way. It’s too much - you’re almost becoming one.

You could tell by how frantically he fucked you now that he wasn’t going to last much longer. His thrusts were becoming irregular and you were so close once again. His head falls forward, buried in between your neck and shoulder - his cock twitches inside of you and his movements become staccato, his mouth curving into a beautiful ‘o’ shape as he comes inside of you. His movements stop before you could reach your second one, but the entire situation you were on was so arousing to you that just by touching yourself while still feeling him inside was enough. Not letting you alone in this, one of his hands focus on one of your nipples while the other one is below yours, providing pressure above your clit. And like that, you come undone a second time, head above his shoulders.

For a few minutes, your panting was the only thing that could be heard inside of the apartment.

“Thank you. You were amazing. ’s been quite a long time.” He notes with a tender kiss on your forehead. After a while, and with much reluctance, he slides out of you, and gets up to fetch a warm, wet cloth and carefully clean you both, finally collapsing next to you with a groan.

“It was everything I expected.” You confess, smiling.

“Did you… think about me like that when you…?”

“Of course. But let’s save this talk for another Saturday.”

[chayacat]

Devil’s Sweet Star (23)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader  

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut  

***

Wealth. There is a lot of meaning for this word. Of course, the first thing that comes to people's minds when we talk about wealth is the financial side of the term. And that's normal! As we say, it's money that makes the world go. Because without money, we don't have anything. No house. No food, no clothes, no care, no access to knowledge... Absolutely nothing. Some manage to acquire a great wealth honestly, by working with the sweat of their hands, by continuing the family tradition or by starting his own business. Others acquire this wealth dishonestly, stealing, lying and cheating the work of others to take credit for it. And in some cases... money can solve many problems. This is how some people avoid prison, paying justice to corrupt them. Not just justice for that matter...

There is also the wealth of knowledge, which is essential to our survival and evolution. Knowledge has allowed humanity to evolve and gradually reach places and stages that until now was impossible. The thirst for knowledge and the wealth it provides can get you out of very dangerous situations. Because knowledge helps to identify what is deadly or not, how to save lives, think about a strategy that can save as many people as possible, build solid buildings, pass on this knowledge to future generations so that they can perfect it even more.

And finally... there is the wealth of the heart. The most beautiful wealth in the world. The richness of the heart is that which one acquires by being good, generous and always ready to help others. Sometimes all it takes is a kind word, a friendly smile or an outstretched hand to feed that wealth. Many people forget this wealth there in favour of money. Money doesn't really make you happy. It is to be with those we love that makes us happy.

But back to the financial aspect of wealth. As I said, money solves a lot of problems when you are rich. But sometimes she can't save you from the media pressure. And currently for a certain Hoggins... Money cannot save him from the scandal that has just erupted about him. The newspapers of the region were getting their hands in gold since the "stock market scam" as they called it in their article, had been updated. And in Roseville, the newspapers were sold like buns, rumours and debates about it filled your coffee.

“Do you realize that? This rotten Hoggins makes money by stealing and destroying its competitors illegally! this guy has no Honor or fucking dignity!” said a man, throwing his newspaper on the table.  

“The worst part is that he denies it! while the evidence is there! he can't lie and say that this e-mail he exchanged with his accomplice is fake! And there he is, free to move as he wishes, saying that he has never done anything and that all this is just bad luck! He struts around like a king!” said the woman in front of him.  

“He will eventually fall... one way or another. And if this goes on, he's even going to get shot. In a way it wouldn't be any worse. For once if Ghostface could slaughter him and McKellan... It'd make us less shit in this country.”  

“Yes, you’re right, for once, I Hoped that Ghostface kill them... Let them pay for what they have done.”

You listen to people argue and see how hateful they are towards the rich of this world. To want Hoggins dead to the point of praying that Ghostface would kill him.... That means everything. It’s true that he deserves to be punished but... not to the point of wishing him death. If Ghostface were there, and if he’s there among the customers, he must rejoice, lick his lips, enjoy himself from these words. Melina entered the café at the same time, with a big smile on her face. She heard the conversations but didn't pay attention to them.

“Hey there Beauty! How are you? Not too busy?” she said with a big smile.  

“It's fine, it's fine. I don't have a lot of people right now. But hey it's only the beginning of the day ... The biggest one is coming. How about you?” You respond posing on the counter.

“The whole newspaper is in a state of boiling between the Ghostface murders, the Hoggins scandal... It's a real furnace, we're running everywhere! Sometimes I dream of being on a beach.... in a sun lounger... a cocktail in hand. But I have to stay realistic for now and focus on the work.”

“Haha my poor Melina... Courage, once he is arrested, tried and thrown in jail, you can breathe a little more... even if there are still the Ghostface murders. But for that there is Jed to write them …"

“Speaking of Jed! Did you transform him with a magic wand? He arrived, his hair loose, in a short-sleeved t-shirt and with a much more confident look than usual! well he still has his glasses in his nose and sometimes he is shy but damn! I feel like I've seen a stranger at work!” She replied, surprised and smiling.  

“Well, I just made him buy new clothes so he would change his wardrobe a bit... But I didn't think it would have that much effect...” you respond embarrassed.

“I don't think it was any new clothes that did that. It must be good for him to have found the soulmate he had been waiting for so long. You see I told you: You were meant to meet you both. You were related! It could only have happened that way.

“Yeah, you’re right...Same as usual?”

“Same as usual.” Melina said with a wink.  

As you turn to prepare Melina's order, you hear the door open and the bell ringing. When you turn around, you see Jed, and as Melina said, he was really more serene than usual. He made you his usual angelic smile heading towards you and Melina, the latter giving him a little punch in the arm. Jed laughs, rubbing his arm before turning to you.

“Well... when we talk about the wolf... We see his tail. We were just talking about you. And you confirm Melina's claims by your presence.” you said.

“I haven't taken off the glasses yet. And then I thought if I didn't put on my new clothes, you'd sulk.” He responds smiling, before kissing you.  

“You're really cute both... My heart is melting. Is it still running in the office?” Asks Melina.

“Yeah, Everyone's in a rush with the murders and everything else. Even the boss runs everywhere. We didn't think this scandal would get so big. And the worst part is that this is just the beginning. Imagine if we find out anything else during this case.” respond Jed.

“In any case, public opinion doesn’t need more to judge him, they want him dead. Some even say that for once, they would be happy if Ghostface killed Hoggins...” you said, looking at Jed, who froze immediately upon hearing that.  

“Wow... At this point? Oh, really? let's not forget that Ghostface is a murderer not a hero. He's not much better than Hoggins. He's even worse than him, he kills while Hoggins steals from other rich people.” Said Melina.

Jed didn't say anything. You notice a strange smile on his face, a smile you've never seen before. He was looking into the void. You finish preparing Melina's order before you give it to her. The latter greeted you before leaving the café. This strange smile had not left him. What could he think of? He ends up sighing as he shakes his head before turning to you, and making you that beautiful angelic smile of his own.

“What are you thinking?” you ask.

“That either the world has fallen very low... Either he goes crazy to asks a murderer to kill someone. Even if he is a rich asshole who deserves it, I think that justice is still in the care of doing its job... At least I hope so.” Jed responds.

“You hope so?”  

“You know how the rich are. With good arguments and a good lot of money... a case can be quickly closed. But I believe in justice. I mean, with all the evidence that's been updated... if Hoggins gets away with it...”

Suddenly he got a call. It was his boss, Mr. Hembrook. And in view of Jed's face... it looked very serious. You didn't dare disturb him and once the conversation was over, he turned with a serious look.

“They found McKellan's body. It was one of the guards who discovered him in his office. Apparently, it had been several days since he had given any sign of life.” He said.

“No one has worried about it before??” You ask.

“It seems not, McKellan only calls his guards when he goes out or when it's an important meeting. But otherwise, he lives alone and no one comes. Looks like Ghostface hit a big shot. I have to go right now with Mattew. Have a good day, my love. I love you.” He replied before kissing you and leaving quickly the café.

“I love you...” You simply said.  

A lot of things jostled in your head. And to know that Ghostface had accomplished this mischief and that he had told you it was anguishing. Why did he tell you? Maybe because he knows full well that if you said anything, you'd be on board with him as an accomplice? Yes... he knows exactly what he's doing. By telling you who he has or is going to kill, he's preventing you from doing anything. Because if you tell the police, they'll want answers or worse! They'll guess you're seeing him and they'll get on board, before they throw you in jail. You're his best asset. Against your will.

Plus, as he told you... you'll owe him a "reward" for getting rid of McKellan. And that's what you wanted to push back as much as possible. Unfortunately, Ghostface has to decide otherwise. One thing's for sure, you can expect to see him at home tonight. It's full of worry that you spend the rest of your day at work. In the meantime, you start preparing a job offer to recruit an additional seller. Jed is right, you can't manage coffee on your own if its reputation keeps growing. After a while you will be overwhelmed by the influx of customers. An employee to support you would not be a refusal.

As you predicted, the afternoon was busy. And the sun was the cause. There's nothing like a good coffee or a cool drink to enjoy the warmth of the sun.  The end of the day came, and something that made you smile, the customers don't get tired to come to your shop! and that's positive. The more you innovate in your recipes and the like, the more customers will come back. If only your parents could be there to see this... In a way they see it all from heaven. And they must be happy to see you safe from need.

You close the coffee after your monitoring ritual, do some shopping to fill the cupboards and fridge, and then you go home. You see Jed's van, but you decide to leave him alone for tonight, the poor man having to be overworked and probably exhausted. You turn on the living room light and startle when you see Ghostface in your living room, standing in front of you, making your usual little hand gesture while giggling.

“Goddamnit ! You could stop coming to my house like a... Fucking ghost?” you said by going to put your shopping bags down and starting to store food.

“Nice attempt but unfortunately you still have some progress to make jokes. It seems... People want me to kill Hoggins? I confess that when I heard this, I was...how to say.... surprised. But flattered.” said Ghostface, playing with his knife.  

“And? Don't tell me you've decided to play heroes in search of repentance. You'd be the king of liars.”

“Hahaha me? A hero? No no my beautiful angel... the only hero I want to be... It's yours in bed. To hear you say my name while I make you discover a forbidden pleasure, to hear you ask again until the end of the night ... That's what I want. And I'm sure you'd like to see how God I am. Even Jed compared to me will be weak in front of my power and control.”

“Oh really? How can you say that? Have you ever seen him in action, while you masturbating from the building at the opposite? You can always dream.” you replied by finishing tidying up.

“But I'm already dreaming about it! and believe me, I don't lose a crumb. I enjoy every second of my dreams where you beg me to take you to heaven.” replied Ghostface approaching you from behind, sticking you to the wall, his hand descending to touch with a firm hand your ass.  

You make a little moan at this gesture, which made him sneer. He passed his other hand in front to unbutton your pants and drop it to the ground. you hear the sound of a zipper before you feel his crotch sticking against your underwear. He began to make small movements back and forth, before accelerating as he went along. He put a hand over your mouth, so no one can hear you. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning and you try several times to get out, to no avail.

As you felt the climax coming, he recoiled and put away his crotch while sneering. You gradually find your breath, and you had only one desire, to hit him. You get dressed quickly to face him, and even if you don't see his face, you could feel his animal gaze on you, a look that scans you.

“I'm going to make you languish a little more... just for fun. You only had a little glimpse... maybe if you're wise... You'll get the rest. Good night my sweet little star... Have a beautiful dream.” He said, before vanishing.  

You feel ashamed, defiled and angry. For him it's just a game. And he knows he's in his hand for now! What a bastard... You sigh before you go shower and change. Then you eat, watch a little TV before going to bed. The tension has not left you and it is with a ball in your stomach that you fall asleep.

He'll pay for it. Sooner or later, he'll pay for it.

And you'll enjoy making him regret it.

***

(Phew! I finished it! I hoped you’ll like it just like the others! and i see that you’re almost 50 to follow me! Thank you so much to support a little French potato like me! have a good week-end you all! See ya!)

[falloutboywife]

i want to start this off by saying i am infintitely grateful for all the support i've gotten while i was away, and i cannot express enough how much it means to me to know i have so much support during such a frustrating part of my life, even if i'm only showing you guys one part of it. i cannot tell you enough how thankful i am, and i'm going to respond to as many messages as i can tomorrow because this has taken a lot of time and energy for me to write and piece together emotionally

i definitely think the other week when i made that lengthy post about my identity and my place in online spaces may have been a bit of an overreaction, however while i've had some time to think about it on my own i think that just avoiding tumblr outright is causing me to become pretty insular in how i'm perceiving the entire situation, which isn't made any easier for me considering when i ask my friends who've been seeing it unfold what their opinions on it are, their responses have been pretty mixed.

as a whole, i think that being in online fandoms, as an outspoken artist (outspoken in this sense meaning redacted and fat kid fuckery, both shameful and heretical topics few dare to mention), tends to inflate my ego in a way i don't really find desirable. meaning people who are super kind and friendly towards me and who give me a lot of positive attention, while reassuring and definitely welcomed, tends to lean into people admiring me for reasons i don't really understand, and this can also end up trapping me into a certain role to fulfill in a community because of the kind of attention i tend to reward and validate, i.e. fat kid fuckery in my dms, which leads to the expectation of me being this sort of bastion of hornyposting where all evil (affectionate) thoughts are encouraged and endorsed.

on the other end of the spectrum, and if you know what i'm talking about then you know, i tend to attract a lot of negativity from people i've never interacted with or had any intention of interacting with, and this has been an issue for me pretty much the entire time i've used social media (me adding hornyposting as a facet to my personality is really recent, like i only started doing this late 2017 and i'm really tired of it by now but. again. it's what people expect of me, more on that later), and i'm not entirely sure how to make it stop. granted, when i was a lot younger, i was genuinely an asshole, but i want to stress a very important thing i think very few of my followers on here are aware of

i'm 28 and only just now aware of the fact that i'm autistic, and i was misdiagnosed with bipolar when i was 13 and because none of the treatment or therapy worked, i always thought there was something really wrong with me, so i couldn't actually learn how to cope with a lot of my problems in a productive way until recently. so yeah, i was a jackass when i was younger, and i can be a jackass in private sometimes when i'm under a lot of stress, but having this realization about myself is really helping me a lot on its own

and being autistic, people can think i'm annoying or obnoxious or irritating and that, juxtaposed with content or opinions they might personally disagree with, can make people very angry just inherently. i've spoken with my friends about how i can't seem to shake off any drama that i really, really have nothing to do with or any interest in, and the only ones who could really relate were other autistic people. my own friend actually told me that she thinks this is something i'm just going to have to struggle with my entire life, because even if it's not being horny or advocating for sexual positivty, i'm ALWAYS doing something that will piss someone off

(quick disclaimer: i know some of you are probably going to try to engage in bad faith arguments with me saying that i'm calling all my haters ableist, and if anyone tries to insinuate that this is the conclusion i'm coming to, i'm not only ignoring your ask but blocking you as well. i'm also not answering any asks trying to insinuate that i "need help" simply because of the type of fiction i enjoy, when the issue was HOW i was engaging with it, which i think i have made exceedingly clear.)

i think it's funny that me clearly being into waycest and clearly being into babystump is lost on people to the point where they feel they need to make callout posts "warning" people about the fact that i'm...openly and unabashedly interested in this shit, but the very second i say "actually i'm asexual but i'm glad you guys are so sexually open about yourselves and your interests" i lost more followers than any active campaign trying to cancel me, which is exactly what i fucking mean when i say this is what people expect of me

so i can't really make anyone happy in the current environment i've curated for myself because it is expected of me to maintain this personality and continue engaging in this nature of content regardless of my own personal feelings on the matter, because if i want to break free from it then i risk pissing people off. i also can't just act how i want or make the kind of jokes that i want or enjoy the kind of things i want anyway because simply by having a mental disability that effects how i engage with people socially, i am risking ostracizing myself by pissing the wrong people off and ultimately making things a lot worse than they otherwise would be

however. However. even if this is exactly how i feel, this isn't entirely a situation that is exclusive to this current blog, and when i said in the beginning i was taking this too seriously, i still mean that, and i think that my own personal problems with being in online fandoms stem from external factors that have nothing to do with this website. i'm almost 30 and a lot of my life this past decade has been very stagnant due to severe depression, with no real progress towards furthering my life in any meaningful way, and i think that what i was really frustrated with when i made that post was this very factor. in conjunction with this, i use online spaces a way to try to find an open and accepting community of people i can befriend and be myself in, because my undiagnosed autism has historically made it difficult for me to really socialize with people in a productive way that didn't make me feel like an outcast. i think a combination of the fact that online spaces are becoming increasingly more difficult for me to adapt to, as well as incresingly unfulfilling, adding to the lack of fulfillment in the rest of my life, was the subconscious realization i came to when i decided to make that post and take a break from tumblr for a bit. i'm frustrated that i have no fulfillment in my life, and i can no longer find it in online spaces that i used to enjoy and find so much meaning in

this being said, i'm actually doing shit with my life at long last. i'm enrolled in classes for an english degree, and i'm going to subsequently get an associates in creative writing that i'll be able to complete in a single semester after the fact, leaving me with two whole degrees under my belt that i can use in developing my future in the literary world. i'm taking my art more seriously as well, although i only post my bandom and lotr drawings on here, and i'm thinking of making an instagram account to start posting my art on there as well, as a sort of portfolio. i'm sick of this ongoing feeling of there being no meaning in my life, and i'm sick of feeling like i'm just wasting away and putting my mind to no use, and the immense joy i got just from seeing my class schedule for the fall semester made me realize that i am an intellectual, i'm an academic, and i'm in love with media and literary studies and this is what i find meaning in. this shit makes me so fucking happy and when i finished the picture of dorian gray the other day i IMMEDIATELY went on a tirade about its themes and symbolism just to myself and that, alone, was so fucking rewarding. i've been watching movies with my friend sweaterangst and just describing the themes of the horror used in the fucking texas chainsaw massacre movies made me feel so fulfilled even if he might have barely been listening LMAO i find meaning in seeking out complex and thought-provoking pieces of work and i

absolutely

am not getting that being on tumblr and talking about how i'm gonna let the fat kid deepfry me at the state fair (affectionate) (delusional) (severe)

with that being said, yes, i'm still asexual and i don't get fulfillment from purely sexual discussion, but i think i'm still gonna be answering asks about the sexy stuff so long as i find it engaging to a degree. i'm gonna start trying to use the guys you say as creative writing exercises because in the beginning that's what the fucking smut started as LMAO but i lost the plot a while ago and just let myself stagnate, like i said. i'm still gonna blog about bandom stuff but now that i have no reason to treat social media like it's all i have, and now that i'm breaking out of my depressed state in more meaningful ways, i think i'm gonna start blogging about a lot more things too and try to start having fun on this site again.

five nights at fat kid's is back, baby

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Late 30′s, chronically ill but still working adult with neurodivergence. I’m both busy and Busy, and always sick. This limits my brain power and ability to be here. I have an active RP blog that I won’t be sharing to keep responsible distance. That is always going to be my priority, it is my primary hobby.

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Kingdom of Ash by Sarah J. Maas – book review

Series: Throne of Glass #7 Genre: YA, Fantasy Theme: Fae, magic users, war Warnings: mentions of torture, imprisonment Star rating: 0,5/10

Why did I pick this up?: I wanted to end this horrible series once and for all.

[Heavy spoilers ahead]

To make myself clear, before this book I quite liked this series. It wouldn’t place in my top 100 books, not even close, but it was a pleasant pageturner to listen to in audiobooks when working.

Language

Let’s start slow. I lack the words to express how much I hate the words ‘male’, ‘female’ and ‘mate’ after this series. Not even gonna try to express my trauma. But these 3 gems aside, Sarah J. Maas needs a dictionary. Or compress her work to a manageable size. Everything sang, Everyone melted, Every man roared, Every woman trembled, Everyone was unleashing themselves at least once a chapter (number of chapters: 122) ). And now I know definitely too much about Yrene’s ‘womb’. I know so much…

Dynamism

I thought that was a book about a war with heavy action content. Oh boy, I was wrong. This 984-pages monstrosity has maybe 5 pages of action. If you squint.

Every sequence, where by design action should take place was followed by one of two scripts:

Few sentences of action and then a few pages long internal monologue. Often repeated with the same character after the next few sentences of action, or with the next character and then the next (sometimes the first character made a second appearance and then everything would go all over again). And the word ‘character’ used in these sentences is not because I’m rambling. This book is written that way!

Few sentences of action and then action stops, and we are graced by a few pages long conversation. In the middle of a battle. Or spying. Or in Erawan’s chambers, when his castle is going down, and he is running up the stairs...

Time

Leaving alone the fact that apparently all series took less than a year (till this book I estimated the plot for about 3 years, Wiki told me it was 2, but Maas knows best), because that is a can of worms in itself. Time in this one? I honestly have no idea. There were many ‘few weeks of travel’ parts with two main groups of POVs. Personally my only time indicator was ‘Orynth won’t fall till Aelin gets here’. But nothing just fit. And I saw Lost Song when in the last episode we as the audience realized that our two POVs parallel storylines are in reality millennia apart. Lost Song made sense.

Emotional loading

… there wasn’t any. Really, it was like reading a milk label. Every time the scene was potentially emotionally impactful, Maas went ahead to overexplaining EVERY. GOD. DAMMED. THING. And it was abso-fucking-lutely everything. ‘Emotional dilemma? Let’s current POV explain it! 2 pages should be enough… Damn maybe it wasn’t enough. I know! I’ll switch POVs and explain it through the other character!’ <= My impression of Maas’ thought process. I’m fairly sure that the record was 7 POVs explaining the same thing in the row, but I was blacking out a little, so I cannot be sure.

And if that wasn’t enough, this book had a second way to defuse tension: random-plastic-repetitive-badly_written-smut. Really badly written and really repetitive. How could you not feel the spicy bits, when Manon (cruel, self assured 100+years old witch-queen) reacts the same in bed as Elide (20years old, virgin, ex-slave). And the rest of them were the same, there weren’t ANY distinctions.Just copy-paste.

The next point in current case: Someone died, it was impactful, I really liked the character, so I got sad. But then 2 of our characters came out of the room with a body, and after a paragraph of grieving they started making out, and then I was regaled with 2-pages-long description of melting cores. That was the place then this book stopped being badly written, and started being distasteful.

Characters

Remember when I was writing about switching POVs (which is 15(!!!) In the whole book. Oh and an omniscient narrator in places when our current POV was grieving too much to overthink something, but Maas still wanted to inform us about something)? They were all savagely murdered in the worst way: character mutilation. Somewhere between books our maybe-not-that-original but colorful and interesting characters became carbon copies of each other. I have no idea how many times I didn’t realise there was a POV switch. The only indicator was a change of pronoun, or when Maas was telling us the name of a current narrator. These were the only ways. And if you can't distinguish if you are in Dorian’s head or in Manon’s, that is the sign of a really BAD writing.

Romance

…there wasn't any. In all this book there wasn't any naturally progressing romantic scene. There were Maas’ endgame pairings which were sexing or pinning. As the author Maas loves to write about soulmates. And it’s not a bad thing itself. When I want some fluffy story I often tag ‘soulmates’ in AO3 and voila, +10 to good mood. But God above, it is not cute when every pair you write about are ‘true mates’ just BECAUSE. It is the only way Maas sees a relationship, as a fated pairing, written in the wake of the universe by the God himself. There is no choice, nor the work to put in it. They are the author's OTP and that means that they are perfect and they should have children right now. Point in case:

Guy was treating a girl like a shit on his sole, including throwing her naked out of tent, on a snow, with their friends present, all the while abusing her verbally in a worst way. But it’s okay, because when she almost died he realised his mistakes and apologised. Two scenes later, he was forgiven, because... fated mates?

The pathos

I know that many people don't like this type of scenes, but it's not my case. I’m reading by picturing images and not repeating words. I like sequences that I can imagine to be grand and glorious, even if they are a little corny. That said, the pathos scenes were the most disappointing ones for me. Maas likes to write parts that are more picturesquely exalted than logically possible [point in case: meeting of 5 armies/forces in the random patch of sand in Empire of Storms, and it being painted as ‘an Aelin’s great plan’. I laughed myself silly at that. But not taking logic and all the plot holes into consideration that was a nicely looking scene. In Kingdom of Ash that wasn’t the case. I would say that the author wanted to paint us a renaissance painting every 20 pages or so. In my opinion, every time she failed miserably. Each and every of those scenes was or to farfetched to be even remotely realistic, and evidently written only for a sake of the picture, or just plainly stupid.

Example, and it’s so priceless a scene, that I just need to share it: Battle of Orynth, 25th day or so (time in this book doesn’t exist), the 13. sacrificed themselves (like thousands before them but hush). And then, time stops: grieving Manon is going through the city, they open the gates for her (yes, the siege is still on), she goes to the place where they died, after her come out all of our main heroes, and half the city itself with ‘flowers, rocks and precious possessions’ and they lay it there in a tribute to these brave (evil till 2 months ago) witches. I honestly can’t remember when was the last time I saw such an abstract scene. It’s a material for an essay in itself. No, I could not take it seriously.

Additionally, it's hard to make an impact as every damn sentence is grand and lofty. In the end it became truly pathetic, Aelin vs Maeve was unreadable.

Character deaths:

Let's make a quick count: main characters in a series at the start of KoA: 12 secondary characters in a series at the start of KoA: 20ish minor and total background: a lot more

Death count: main: 0 secondary: 3 minor: 2 (11 if we try very hard)

Resurrections: 1 (possibly 3, but not gonna analyze it)

Did you feel emotions of this impossible war against this all-encompassing, all-powerful, invincible, immortal, cunning Evil with armies from 3 continents and 2 worlds? No? Me neither.

Oh well, but there were a lot of deaths of ordinary soldiers. I’m quite certain that all of Terrasen’s army was at least twice brought back to life for them to die in these numbers.

Logic or lack thereof

Oh, and let’s not forget about the Deus ex machina army of unbeatable, magical elves on wolves, from legends, living for the past thousands of years in the unreachable lands of the north, because they managed to run from the surprise attack 10 years earlier. Did I mention that they came from portals, which the whole book was telling us were impossible to make in this scenario? After the previous saviour army was already fighting there for a day? And that Aelin didn’t know they would come for sure (how did she contact them again?)? Even though they were waiting in the full armours for these portals? Ah, and also: that army didn’t do anything. They just came and fought for maybe 4 minutes. And there were just so many things like that!

And if we’re on the topic of armies I present you: ‘My favourite absurd-list in the series: allied armies’.

(As a comparison, in A Song of Ice and Fire by J.R.R Martin, in 7 kingdoms of Westeros, at the peak of war there were 7 forces present, but not all were even engaged in a war.)

First the ones that made sense:

Armies of Terrasen’s Lords (counted as one, not gonna nitpick)

The Khaganate army (also counted as one)

Galan Ashryver’s armada

Whitethorn fraction

Rebel Ironteeth witches

…should Dorian be counted as an ‘army’?

And there were some that did not:

Ansel of Briarcliff’s army

The Silent Assassins

Mycenians

Wild Men of the Fangs

Army of magical elves on wolves

And the ‘I don’t even know’ category:

Crochan witches

Overpowering and overreaching

Section title tells it all. The stakes were too high. I was honestly waiting for Aelin to become Super Saiyan and start to throw planets at Maeve and Erawan. I won’t spoil if this happened.

In my opinion it could be a really great series, if our list of villains ended with Arobynn and King of Adarlan, and the list of Aelin titles with an assassin and a princess. We could have had two main fight plots: one emotional with Arobynn, when Aelin would have to face a damage he had done to her, and overcome it. And the second one, with freeing Terrasen from Adarlan’s rule. That’s it. There was an asshole, power hungry king, who feared magic and wanted to rule the East part of a continent. A lot of plot, but not so much that we stopped to care, or didn’t have time to cover everything. We could really get to know what Terrasen and his people were like and not JUST GET TOLD that it was ‘the greatest place in the world’ every damn 20 pages.

Plus…should Dorian be counted as an ‘army’? It's a REALLY valid question.

Climaxes

IIf I have to write a list of things that disappointed me in this book, this review would be thrice its current size, but one of the worst grievances I have is the complete lack of acknowledging the plotlines that had been started. This book series has overall 4 372 pages (not counting novellas) and 12 main characters (still not gonna address this). All of them had their storylines and arcs but if they weren't tied up in the previous instalments they wouldn’t be in this one. I get it, Maeve and Erawan got beaten (in an extremely unsatisfactory way) but they were only a background in this series' plots.

Aelin Well, Aelin was one of 3 people (+2 paragraf-long insertion from Nesryn and Chaol) who got their own POV’s after the battle (second was technically Rowan, who was ‘Aelin’s POV outside of Aelin’.The third Dorian, who got almost a full two pages). And from this we got that: she got crowned, Aedion got his bond and that Maas have no idea how the city looks after weeks of siege. In her case what angered me the most was ‘Terrasen is my home’ subplot. Only in this tome we read at least 3 times that Aelin will be okay with dying, if only she gets to see Terrasen one last time, or if she get to die on Terrassen soil. But you know what? Maas forgot to write the scene where Aelin actually ‘comes in’.

Mannon Didn't get her own POV after the battle, but here’s what we’ve got: She is going to the Wastes with Croachans and Ironteeth. Whait. What? Yes, that was the ending of this 500+ years of feud. They fought together and they decided to unite their two species, completely forgetting more than half a millenia of slaughter. I can only hope that there were at least some talks behind the scenes… NO! F*** NO! This isn’t how it works!

Rowan, Dorian, Chaol, Yrene, Lysandra, Aedion, Lorcan, Elide, Nesryn, Sartaq Lived happily ever after

Secondary minor and total background characters Survived (I acknowledge that they would be ignored in most books’ epilogues, but this abomination is almost 1000 pages of nothing!!).

Good Scenes

That saying, this book actually had 4 good scenes:

Crochan witches go to war - gathering-forces-to-fight trope, which is my *love-always trope* so I’m not even sure if it was relatively good, or if I’m just a slut for this trope. It was still only a paragraph long though.

[recurring] The children’s tale Aelin repeated to herself to remember who she is.

‘Lorcan Lochan’ - the only marginally funny scene in the whole book

I actually found Darrel making Evangeline his heir charming. Even if circumstances were far-fetched at least.

But the words crime of this book? It was agonisingly, mind-numbingly boring. If the overexplaining and repetitions were to be taken out I highly doubt that there would be 300 pages left.

For these 33 hours of audiobook I suffered through I give it half a star. Because Abraxos exist.

Please see my garishly accurate cover on my instagram! You can also like it there :D

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PROFESSOR (WINTERIRON)

N/A AU inspired by the movie Good Will Hunting, where Tony is the professor and Bucky the janitor. [2.6k words]

//SMUT WARNING// "Dismissed" Bucky, as the professor dismissed the class, sneaked out, carefully avoiding being noticed. The other students usually stayed in the class to ask a few more question to the professor. Bucky slid into the broom closet, changing into his blue overall. He still had a couple of minutes until his shift started. He sat on the small chair, waiting for the students to clear the room. Or that's what he told himself. The truth was that he was waiting for the professor to leave. He wasn't a student there, he just worked as a janitor, but he liked physics and most of all, he liked the professor. Professor Stark was overwhelmingly handsome. And this was not only Bucky's opinion, everybody thought that and it was the reason why the Advanced Physics course was more crowded than ever. People, girls in particular, went into that classroom because Tony Stark was a good-looking bachelor but they stayed because he was an even better professor. He loved his job, he loved teaching, shaping young minds, telling them all the secrets of physics. And he did it with such passion that everyone of his students had fallen in love with the subject. On his first day on the job, Bucky stumbled into the classroom, thinking that the lecture must have been over, but the class was in between a beautifully heated discussion with the professor. Bucky sat in the last row, trying not to catch anyone's attention, and just listened to Tony speaking in such a beautiful, pleasant way, that made him want to study again. But there was no way he could ever afford college in general, leave alone MIT. So he decided to get on the job earlier than his shifts and sit in class, just listening to the lecture, just for the sake of it. Bucky's life hadn't been exactly easy. He grew up in a poor family, with way too many kids. He went to school, and actually did good, until it was strictly necessary, and even then, he would work until night to bring home as much money as possible. After he finished school, he started working in a factory, where he worked until the incident, making barely as much as he needed to get to the end of the month. After the incident, he moved to Boston, wanting to put his New York life behind him. There he found a job as a janitor at MIT and from that point on, well, we know the story. Bucky made sure that the room was finally empty and walked in, dragging the trolley behind him. He worked his way down to the Professor's desk. On the big back board there was written a problem, left there for the students to solve. Professor Stark would write a really difficult problem on the board and whoever solved it would get an A. Bucky had listened just to a bunch of lectures but, just by looking at the problem, he thought of what could maybe be the solution. Bucky looked for a piece of chalk to write the answer, and then proceeded to finish cleaning up.

"Take your places" Tony walked in, placing the briefcase on the desk. The student were mumbling, looking at the problem on the blackboard. "So let's see the solution of the problem" he said turning towards the board, looking at the solution written with an unstable and messy handwriting. "Who did this?" He asked, facing his audience. Bucky, who was sitting on a small chair next to the exit door, as usual, just wanted to disappear. The students were looking at each other, trying to figure out who did it. "I don't bite, c'mon guys" the professor encouraged. No one was answering. "Well, if no one wants to come out, too bad for them, because it's going to cost you an A. Congratulations" Tony started explaining why the solution is right and then proceeded with the lecture. In all of this, Bucky was sitting, silently,on his chair, captured by the professor's voice. Once the lesson was over, Bucky slid into the closet and then started his shift. On the board in professor Stark's classroom, there was another problem. Bucky sat on the professor's desk, trying to figure the solution out and, as soon as it came to him, he wrote it on the board. Just as the previous day, the students noticed right away that someone had figured it out the problem. And once again, Tony tried to make the genius come forward. This routine went on for a couple of weeks, everyday Tony would write a more and more difficult problem on the board, Bucky would solve it in secret and let him wonder who between his students was stupid enough to solve the problems but not come to get their As. One day Tony decided that it was time to challenge his genius student with one of the most difficult problems he had ever faced and that he himself had never been able to solve. He also decided to sit in his cabinet to see who was the mystery student because if they could solve that problem, he might have a real genius in his class. Bucky dragged the cart all the way down and, as usual, he sat on the desk, trying to figure out that impossible problem. He started walking around the room, doing his job while thinking about a possible solution. And then it came to him. He sprinted to the board, grabbing the chalk and writing down the solution. When he finished, he left the chalk in the small box and went back to cleaning the room. Tony opened the door after seeing the guy watching attempting to solve the problem. Bucky didn't even hear the door opening. "It was you all along then huh?" Tony broke the silence. Bucky turned towards the professor, blushing. "Uhm I guess" Tony glanced at the board. "That's...that's impressive. Do you study here?" Bucky shook his head, embarrassed. "I know you. You're the one that's always sitting by the door" Bucky's eyes widened. He knew he could get in trouble. "Yes, I notice everything" the professor said winking. Bucky nodded, scratching the back of his head. "You do know that this is one of the most difficult problems of physics, right? I mean genius level shit" Tony sat on the desk and Bucky finally looked at him. He was wearing a grey tight-fitting suit, a white shirt underneath and a red tie. His hair was messy but short and had a cleanly shaved beard. Tony definitely didn't look like a 50-year-old man and Bucky had never been more attracted to him. On the other hand, Bucky was a mess. He was wearing the blue overall and a pair of dirty white sneakers. His hair was long and up in a messy bun and he definitely hadn't recently shaved. "Uhm, I just... I just listen" Bucky looked down at his feet. "Have you ever thought about college?" Tony asked. Bucky shook his head. "I cannot afford it" Bucky had never been ashamed of his situation, he knew that his parents had always tried the best to give him a decent life. "There are scholarships you could apply for" suggested Tony. Bucky shrugged. He knew about the scholarships, of course, but if he went to college, he wouldn't have time to work and therefore he wouldn't have money. Bucky leaned against one of the desks. "I wouldn't have time to work tho" Tony walked towards Bucky. "You have potential

-Tony looked at the name tag on Bucky's overall- James. It's not everyday you find someone that can solve that problem with such ease". The professor placed a hand on Bucky's shoulder, feeling the hard metal of the prosthetic arm, but he didn't pay much attention to it. "Let me take care of you. I'll get you back on track and get you at you best to assure you a scholarship at any Ivy League school." Tony winked, attracted by the young man "You know, it would be a crime towards the scientific community if I let you go"

Buy had decided to accept Tony's invitations.  Everyday he would sit in class, listening to the professor's lectures and, after his shifts, he spent the evening in Tony's penthouse while the older helped him getting ready for his scholarship application, giving him practice tests and essays. For months Tony ad Bucky spend every night together and soon their mentor/mentee relationship became a friendship. They wouldn't only practice academically, but they started hanging out just for the sake of it. They would stay up all night, chatting, joking, watching movies, simply enjoying their time together. Most nights Bucky would spend the night at Tony's. As they became closer and closer, Bucky's affection for Tony grew and he arrived at the point of loving him. He never did anything, though. They had a great relationship and he didn't want to ruin it. Little did Bucky know that his feeling were reciprocated. But, just as Bucky was, Tony was scared to take the first step.

Bucky walked home from his shift, listening to music on the new hone Tony got him for Christmas. Bucky opened the mail box to check if he had gotten some news from the colleges. Tony had convinced him to sent an admission to every major Ivy League universities, promising him that, if he didn't get a scholarship, he would take care of his tuition. Inside the box, Bucky saw a big envelope. Usually, big envelopes meant good news. On the envelope there was the stamp oh Harvard. Bucky's heart started beating faster and faster, he ran upstairs, got changed and headed to Tony's place. As every other night, they were supposed to meet. Bucky sat on Tony's white sofa, shaking, with the the envelope in his hands. Tony took from the fridge a bottle of champagne and sat next to Bucky. Tony caressed Bucky's knee trying to calm him down. Bucky looked at Tony, who nodded, encouraging him to open the envelope. "Accepted". That was th only word Bucky read, and it was the only word he cared about. They both jumped up and Bucky threw himself at Tony, picking him up from the floor, laughing and crying at the same time. SWhen Bucky put him back on the floor, Tony still had both his arms around Bucky's neck and Bucky's arm was still around Tony's waist. They were close. Really close. We're breathing the same air close. Bucky was looking at Tony's lips, wanting to kiss them, but Tony, with a hand on Bucky's chest, pulled away, grabbing the bottle and opening it, pouring the champagne in two tall crystal glasses.

That night, Bucky went home and the day after, as very other day, he went to work. He stopped at a liquor store to get Tony a bottle of scotch to thank him for everything he did for him. At the end of his shift, Bucky went to check if Tony was still in his office or if he had to stop by his house. Tony was there, kind of hoping Bucky would stop by. He was looking into some assignments his students had just turned in, but all he could think of was the night before and how close they were. He felt good into his arm, he needed Bucky's touch on his skin. Bucky knocked twice "It's open, come in" Tony answered, without looking up from his desk. Bucky opened the door. "Am I disturbing you?" He asked, standing in the doorway. Tony looked up and looked at Bucky with his mouth slightly open. Bucky was wearing a long sleeved gray t-shirt, that was tight around his chest and his arm. One sleeve was empty, Tony was working on a new arm for Bucky. In his hand Bucky was holding a colorful paper bag. Tony walked over to him. "No, of course not" he said smiling. Bucky handed him the paper bag and Tony took out the bottle of scotch Bucky had chosen for him. "You didn't need to. It probably costed you a fortune" Tony said smiling at Bucky. He was aware of Bucky's financial situation. "You did a lot for me, Tony" Bucky replied scratching his neck. Tony put the bottle on the coffee table standing next to him and pulled Bucky into a hug. "It was my greatest pleasure" he whispered in his ear. Tony let go of him, but Bucky left his arm around Tony's waist. Tony placed both hands on Bucky's chest. Bucky was staring at Tony's pink lips and Tony wouldn't dare to look up at Bucky. When he finally did, Bucky moved closer to Tony's face. They both wanted each other. Tony moved one arm around Bucky's neck and Bucky pulled him closer with his arm, not handling the distance anymore, and pulled their lips together. Tony was pleasantly surprised and kissed him back, pushing him against the door in order to close it. Feeling the hard door handle on his back, Bucky gasped and Tony, taking the chance, shoved his tongue into his mouth. Without parting, Bucky pushed Tony towards the desk, until Tony's ass met the hard wooden table. Tony pulled away to clean the desk, shoving everything on the floor and Bucky kissing making his way down Tony's neck. Tony sat on the table and pulled Bucky closer to him. Bucky bit Tony's neck and Tony tired to stay as silent as possible until Bucky ripped Tony's shirt open and started kissing him on his shoulder blade, when Tony let out a loud moan. Bucky looked at him with a smirk and Tony cupped his face, kissing his little smile. Tony stripped of the remains of his white shirt and helped Bucky taking his shirt off. Tony pulled away, looking at him in awe. He locked his legs around Bucky's waist. Bucky lifted him, walking over to the sofa, gently laying him on his back. Tony started to undo Bucky's belt, pulling down both his pants and underwear. Tony caressed Bucky's member, while he tried to take off Tony's pants with his one hand. As they were both naked, Bucky started kissing Tony's chest. He looked at the Tony in the eyes, asking for permission, which Tony granted. Bucky licked his fingers and prepped him, trying to find the right spot. As soon as Tony was ready, Bucky entered him, letting him adjust to him and, as soon as Tony was comfortable, he started pounding faster and faster. Tony intertwined his hand into Bucky's long locks and, when he reached his climax, his back curved and he pulled Bucky closer to him.

Bucky was lightly snoring on Tony's chest, with their legs entangled. The soft silky white bed sheet was covering their bodies and the light sun rays were filtering in the room from the glass walls, lighting up Tony's modern bedroom and waking him up. Tony looked down at Bucky, playing with his long hair. Just a few minutes later, the alarm rang. Bucky groaned, rolling over to turn it off with his new arm. Tony chuckled and Bucky pulled him into his arms, kissing the top of his head. Tony looked up to him and Bucky kissed his lips, only  to scoot him over, standing over him. Bucky started kissing his chest and, against his own will, Tony pulled him away. Bucky looked at him a bit disappointed and set up,  giving his back to Tony. Tony rolled his eyes and growled back to Bucky, hugging him from behind. "We wouldn't want you to be late on your first day of college, now would we?" Bucky shook his head, holding onto Tony's arms and kissed his wrist. "I love you babe" Tony kissed his neck. "I love you more"

N/A: I honestly didn't plan for it to become a sugar daddy kind of story but alright, I hope you enjoyed it!

[ceciliasheplin]

Master post for all my fics so far

I’ve put here most of the tags but not all, so please read them. My recurring themes are: Reylo is madly in love, Happy ending, Redemption/Healing of some sort. Let me know what you guys think!

Morpho Menelaus

Rated M, 1189 words, One-shot

📎https://archiveofourown.org/works/24635509

🏷 Modern AU, Grief/Mourning, Pinned Insects, Swearing, Butterflies, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst

Rey works at an insectarium and notices a recurring visitor at the butterfly exhibit.

This fic is the ao3 version of a twitter fic that I wrote for this prompt by @reylo_prompts:

"Ben and Rey work at a zoo Rey always finds Ben in the butterfly exhibit, he likes to go there when he’s sad."

Ever since the Roll-out came out, I’ve been in love with the butterflies, like many fellow Reylos, and couldn’t wait for them to show up in the fics. My headcanon is that the butterflies are a symbol of the love between father and son, so tragically broken apart (by cruel writers). I love this little fic. It makes me happy. It gives me closure and hope.

🦋🦋🦋

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A Quick Death

Rated M, 2293 words, One-shot

📎https://archiveofourown.org/works/24563752

🏷 Canon Divergence, Post TLJ, Wounds, animal blood, Mention of death penalty, Forgiveness, Redemption

This is my contribution to a Prompt Gangbang event: “Rey finds Ben tied to a tree.”

I can’t write fix-it fics because TROS made canon so bad, there is no fixing it other than ignoring that piece of shit of a movie completely, in my opinion. So I divorced myself from that and live in denial ever since, never missing an opportunity of writing about what it should have been.

🌳🌳🌳

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What Am I Here For?

Rated E, 25577 words, 16 chapters

📎https://archiveofourown.org/works/23903074/chapters/57471235

🏷 Modern AU, Breylo, Polyamory, Heavy Angst, Grief/Mourning, No Incest, Skywalker Family Drama, Loss of appetite, Consensual Infidelity, Internalized Prejudices, Domestic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Threesome - F/M/M, Everyone Is Alive, No Pregnancy, No Kids

This is the Breylo version of this old prompt by @reylo_prompts: "When Ben is declared missing, and then presumed dead, his fiance, Rey, is heartbroken. He returns years later, only to find she didn't wait for him as she'd promised she would."

This is my favourite fic that I wrote. It features smut but it’s not a smut fic, I wanted to write something different this time. Also, I had a lot of grief to let out and needed to find a way for these characters to heal and find a happy ending, even after all they’ve been through. I poured my heart out writing this one. I’m still in love with my poly babies Rey, Ben and Kylo and always will be.

❤️💛💙

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Smitten

Rated M, 16065 words, 8 Chapters

📎https://archiveofourown.org/works/23306047/chapters/55821535

🏷 Modern Setting, Angel Rey, Human Ben, Mild Smut, Loss of Virginity, Protected Sex, Family Drama, Fluff

Rey is an angel who falls to protect human Ben from demon Snoke. They fall in love while figuring out the truth about Ben's family.

Inspired by Diablo (the video game) mythos, but this fic is super fluffy. Listen, I just wanted a feral angel girl to protect SoftBoi Ben, okay? And fall in love and bone him along the way...

😇😇😇

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Macrolepidoptera

Rated E, 3215 words, One-shot

📎https://archiveofourown.org/works/23588158

🏷 Modern, Mothlo, Porn with Feelings, Hurt/Comfort, Monsterfucking, Body Worship, Biting, Blood Play, Fluff and Angst, Cuddling & Snuggling, Dark fic

Rey runs after her Mothman to show him how much she loves him

MOTHLOOOO!!! I fell in love with Mothlo and had the urge to let the whole fandom know, haha. Really, this is about Kylo believing he’s worthy of love and Rey being true to herself. Another favourite, because I will always love those sweet monsters who are better than so many ‘nice guys’ we meet out there.

🖤🦋🖤 

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Ash & Blood

Rated E, 6596 words, One-shot

📎https://archiveofourown.org/works/22568317

🏷 Medieval, Dark fic, Murderous Lovers, Minor Character Death, Betrayal between friends, Violence, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Rey is not nice, but they love each other

Bloodthirsty warrior Kylo Ren is betrayed by his men and must flee. He is helped by a mysterious woman and her friends. He joins forces with them to get his revenge.

My first dark fic. It was a gift for my wonderful friend. It was a lot of fun to write people being bad.

🗡🖤🔥

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Heal

Rated T, 4379 words, One-shot

📎https://archiveofourown.org/works/22537060

🏷 Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Kyber Crystals, Force Bond, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Sharing a Bed, Visions

A few weeks after the Battle of Crait, the Force connects Rey and Ben again on several occasions as she is trying to heal the legacy saber's Kyber crystal.

Another gift for a Valentine’s Day exchange. When my giftee asked for soft romance and Rey touching Ben’s hair I rubbed my hands together and gave an evil laugh because it’s what I do best, haha. This is my first T rated fic and it’s very soft and cute.

💎💎💎

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High Seas

Rated E, 19923, 10 chapters

📎https://archiveofourown.org/works/21640174/chapters/51602203

🏷 Pirate AU, Porn With Plot, Mention of Reyux, Infidelity Kink, Praise Kink, Light Dom/sub, Dom Kylo Ren, Sub Rey, Betrayal, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Name-Calling, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Period-Typical Sexism, Slut Shaming, Revenge Sex, Pirate Rey, Lovers to enemies to lovers, Mention of pregnancy at the very end of the epilogue

Rey is stuck in a loveless and sexless marriage. So she turns to the alluring Commander Kylo Ren to quench her thirst.

This is my dirtiest fic and I love it to death. I’m not the best smut writer in the world, but this porn was liberating to write. Also, I wanted to write Ben as not a Softboi this time, and Rey as someone a little more flawed than what I usually do. Horny Reylo at their best.

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The Tide

Rated E, 14949 words, 6 chapters

📎https://archiveofourown.org/works/20658665/chapters/49060343

🏷 Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Mention of abuse, Kylo Ren Needs a Hug, Gardening, Spoiler for Kylo Ren comic, No Pregnancy, No Kids

This fic was based on a prompt from @reylo_prompts: “The Resistance catches Supreme Leader and decides on his execution. Rey promises that if they do that, the Jedi won't support their cause any longer. Nevertheless, they proceed. She leaves. Several years later, Palpatine's return prompts the Resistance to seek Rey out. They are shocked to find her peacefully living with very much alive Kylo in a cute cottage on an outer rim planet.”

In sharp contrast to the latter, this is mostly plot driven. I wanted to write about them falling in love gradually, facing who they really are and what happened in canon (I wrote this before TROS came out so some of my lines sound kinda funny now). Also, Leia and Ben have a chance to make things right here, something that will forever be missing in my heart.

🏡🌻🌏

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The Dark Prince

Rated E, 38471 words, 17 chapters

📎https://archiveofourown.org/works/20739284/chapters/49274468

🏷 Fantasy AU, Slow Burn, Curses, Demons, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Attempt Self-Sacrifice, Battles

In a fantasy land, Rey, a Jedi Monk, travels across the land in the winter to end the war the First Order has been waging. There, she finds their great power being challenged by a small but brave group of dissidents, the Resistance, and also by something else. A demon who haunts the woods nearby and attacks those who dare to cross the forest.

This was my RFFA fic. I tried to create a world where the heroes would be able to fight and win by not fighting what they hate but saving what they love.

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Something Beautiful

Rated E, 6186 words, One-shot

📎https://archiveofourown.org/works/20263963

🏷 Medieval AU, Arranged Marriage, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Loss of Virginity, Virgin Rey, Virgin Ben Solo, Gentle Sex

Rey begrudgingly agrees to marry her greatest enemy and fears her wedding night.

This fic was inspired by a prompt from @reylo_prompts: “Lord Ren forces orphan Rey to marry him. On their wedding night he refuses to take her because he wants her to be willing. Rey is both enraged and frustrated. She may hate him but she isn’t exactly opposed to being ravished by her husband.”

This is my most successful fic. I loved the idea of a character being so sure of something and then be proven wrong. It’s basically two dumb virgins figuring it all out, connecting deeply in the process. And I could never have a fic where Rey is a passive onlooker in her own life. She knows what she wants and she’s going to get it.

🏰🌕💞

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The Balance

Rated E, 70382 words, 21 chapters

📎https://archiveofourown.org/works/17664236/chapters/41660696

🏷 Canonverse, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, The Force Ships It, Softboi Ben, Rey is confident, Lightsabers, Force Bond, Kylo Ren Redemption

It has been a few months since the battle of Crait. Both sides are rushing to rebuild. Rey is getting stronger as a Jedi. Ben, however, is feeling unsure. They cannot forget about each other as dreams haunt them both. A series of events brings them together again.

Okay, this is my first fic... It’s bad... Like, really bad... I’m not disowning it but this is cringeworthy, even if I still love it and stand by some of my ideas. We all gotta start somewhere, right? Also, it’s better than TROS... 😘

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Big thanks to @leofgyth​, @reylotrash711​, @thehobbem​ and starcrossreylo for the betas and moodboards. I love you guys!

[bewareofchris]

I liked your post on friendships, but what about how to write ~ attraction ~ ? please!

Oh no, writing discussion?  I AM ALWAYS AVAILABLE FOR THIS.

Before I get started, I should say that obviously this is a matter of opinion and that there are many, many levels of attraction.  Also feel free to disregard if you disagree because all writing advice is subjective anyway.

the one thing that Card cannot write is someone LEGITIMATELY thinking ‘oh my god he’s so hot i want to lick him all over’ as an actual thought an actual character is actually having.  I just can’t.  So any advice that follows this will follow one simple idea and that is conveying that your character wants to lick someone ALL OVER without ever having them say it.

First off, recognize the limitations of your writing.  There’s a lot about flirtation and attraction that cannot be conveyed in written word the way it is shown in pictures/movies or heard in any sort of spoken word.  You cannot describe an eye flutter, a deep lustful stare or put that perfect tone to how your crush says your name that lights your entire body on fire.  We CAN say these things happen but we have to figure out how to do that because we can’t be like: and he tilted his head at a BlahDegree angle while dropping his voice by YaddaYa% and it was like amazing.  

Physical attraction: What you do is spend a lot of time talking about someone’s body.  In fact, just pop that shit in where it’s not necessarily important.  You’re in the middle of a business meeting and it’s really important and it’s got plot points, but Susan LustThoughts is over there just noticing how Hank HotAss is wearing that tight-tight blue shirt that brings out the color of his eyes and shows off all those hours he spent at the gym?  She’s supposed to be listening to next quarter projections, but she’s thinking about what Hank Hotass looks like at the gym because he probably wears one of those skin-tight workout shirts, you know?  THere’s probably sweat dripping out of his hair because he’s working so hard.  And maybe he pours the water out of the bottle and catches it with his tongue, and when he’s done, he makes this gasping sound like its the best water he’s ever had.  and those sweatpants he wears must hug his ass...  Now, you do not need to let Susan have a full pornographic daydream about Hank Hotass.  But she is DEFINITELY noticing his body.  Whatever part makes her horny is the part she’s going to think about every time she sees it.  We now know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Susan is going to climb that man like a tree as soon as she gets the opportunity.

Mutual Physical Attraction: Flirting.  Showing off.  Suppose Hank Hotass is aware that Susan is sitting across the table from him having a fully-developed smut show moment.  He knows and he likes it.  So his sitting on his side of the table, playing it up.  He’s trying to keep a straight face but oh my gosh, it is getting hot in here so maybe he has to undo a button?  Can you do that?  In an office meeting?  Hank Hotass can.  Because Susan’s going to do that thing where her cheeks kind of get a little pinker and her thighs clench together and she clears her throat.  They’re both aware that they’re turned on by it and they’re just going to see how far it goes before one of them has to excuse them both to a nearby bathroom.

Yearning.  Look, resolving sexual tension is great, but if you don’t have two people that are at least hungry to touch one another any time they’re thinking about the other, you need to up your attraction game.  You can do this through little sideways thoughts about missing certain body parts (his arms around them/her warm breath against his neck/etc) or through dialogue, “I am going to drag him into bed and never let him leave” etc.

Actually.  I feel like I’m going to just start repeating myself if I keep going?

But people behave differently when they’re around other people they are attracted to.  It’s not all Hank Hotass who knows he’s hot as fuck.  Sometimes you just have painfully awkward people that can’t say a word because they’re like SHE’S TOO FUCKING HOT HELP ME I CAN’T

So those people just walk into poles and shit.

Or the people who get angry when they’re aroused by other people, and they just snap pencils in half and say things like: “I fucking hate everything about him.”

The point is, whichever way you go with it, there needs to be a concentrated, just like super super focused response to the other person’s physical presence.  The greater the attraction, the less and less the person needs to trigger that attraction.  So it starts with Susan needing to physically see Hank Hotass in that tight shirt, but then it’s just Hank Hotass in any shirt.  Then it’s the smell of Hank Hotass having recently be standing somewhere.  Then his voice, then just the idea of his continued existence.  

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[clusterfucks]

Stop fucking up vampires.

All right you angsty teen shit pricks, I have had it up to HERE with your disgusting vampire portrayals. I’m gonna teach y’all on how vampires really are so you can cut the shit out of your dumb fan fictions. Saddle down and listen because this is gonna take a while. 

A. ORIGIN OF THE GARLIC CRAP: So theres this guy called Asklepios and hes the god of medicine. He found out how to raise the dead but Zeus said “you need to cut that shit out it’ll upset the balance of the force” and killed Asklepios. Fortunately, Asklepios was a tricky bitch and wrote down the formula for immortality on a piece of paper, that was buried and grew the first garlic plants. Because of this garlic has special healing properties, namely, it is a anticoagulant. Now if you really wanna sit there and tell me that this plant with immortality connotations and blood flowing juices is actually bad for vampires and not just an elaborate lie to make people’s blood easier to suck, then you do you. Just know that you are wrong. 

B. THIS SHITS FUCKING DARK. Did you know that back in ye olde days, if you were suspected of being a vampire the villagers would CUT OUT YOUR HEART, CREMATE IT, and FEED IT TO YOUR FAMILY. The only fucking sparkling going on with vampires is the tears of your children as they watch the local doctor cut out your organs because you coughed twice in a row during church. They aren’t fucking pretty sparkle boy toys, STEPHANIE. 

C. STOP IGNORING ROMANIA. Romania is so frigging cool why the actual fuck are you writing high school au’s when you could be writing about civilizations that would leave a wooden stake through the heart of every enemy solider after battles??? Vlad Dracul was third in line for the throne and once his two brothers were assassinated do you know what he did? HE WAGED WAR WITH THE FUCKING OTTOMAN EMPIRE. GET THIS PART STRAIGHT: ROMANIA FOUGHT THE ENTIRE OTTOMAN EMPIRE, AND WAS WINNING. He would stab people through the neck and leave them in front of the castle to promote fear. He waged war so well that he had almost won the freaking war against one of the biggest empires in world history before he died. I stan one (1) legend. ALSO they had Elizabeth Bathory. Who was Elizabeth Bathory? She took the phrase “you are what you ate” two literally and killed every pretty young girl she could find to take their features. She would eat parts of them that she liked whole. She killed an estimate of over 160 girls. You like your nose? She would fucking bite that shit right off your face and move on to the next girl. Penguin style. Some sources say she bathed in their blood. I-fucking-conic. These two single single handedly created the (hopefully apparent by now) myth about vampires and wooden stakes AND the blood sucking part. God tier. They’re fucking god tier Stephanie. 

D. VAMPIRES AREN’T INHERENTLY IMMORTAL. Blood is a persons life force, vampires need to keep drinking blood or they’ll die. Get off your teenage romance bullshit and write about vampires who grow normally for 75 years with their partner and then suck the blood out of that partner so they can restart again. Give the people what they want. Cowards. This is the only fucking romance with vampires that I will tolerate from you butter fucks.

E. GET THE FUCKING HISTORY RIGHT. Guillain-Barré syndrome and catalepsy paralyses its victims, it affects a lot of people with schizophrenia, people would be buried, claw their way out of the grave, then be treated as a vampire because they have a history of acting as if they were possessed by a demon and came back from the “dead”. Rabies would cause “Aversion to light and water, aggression, biting and delirium” in people, this is probably a major cause to the origin of the myth, if it is a myth and current scholars are not just explaining away vampirism. The bite marks for rabies might have brought about the biting neck thing. Peasants thought that plague victims were vampires because of the blood around their mouths. Porphyria caused sensitivity to sunlight (exposure caused blisters) and increased forehead hair. The people with these diseases would be cast out of town for vampirism. My theory is that these people cross bred and their children, after hundreds of years became vampires. Imagine what you could do with this. Vampires who hate humans because their ancestors were cast out of the town. Vampires who are more sensitive to some things because they had more ancestors with that disease. The villagers, out of fear of vampirism, creating vampirism. THESE are good ideas. Sparkling sexy vampire man makes out with stuck up not-like-other-girls lady is NOT a good idea. 

In fucking short you rat bastards are missing so many freaking opportunities with vampires. I don’t care if you write romance, but do it fucking right. My asexual ass read twilight hoping for some fucking vampires and got a predictable, crappy, smut vampire book. Get them fucking right. Please note that it is my destiny to defeat Stephanie Meyers in mortal combat. Until I do that I physically cannot die or even feel emotions so you teen wolf horny 13yo’s can keep your trash opinions on vampires to yourself. And all you fan fiction writers, or just writers in general, don’t make shit up or you will become my mortal enemy, and I swear to god I will show up at your home, cremate your fucking eyeballs, mix them with cocaine and snort them through a rolled up copy of your trash fucking story.   

EDIT: I’m getting a lot of bitches in the comments going “calm down let people enjoy their vampires guy” but no, you people have permanently damaged the reputation of vampires forever already. If you think i’m gonna stand by and watch you ignore all of the perfect vampire lore for teen romance you’re fucking wrong. LeT pEoPlE hAvE tHiS, there are already a billion teenage boys for you to piss on don’t piss on vampires in the process, let me, and everyone else who likes og vampires have them. You want to fuck a dark angsty teenager? Fuck off to some emo fandom and leave these quality people to the quality writers who have some sort of plot or research to base their story on instead of just their horny teenage fantasys. 

[lowkeyorloki]

The Battle of NYC

@sharrybh requested: Would you mind writing a smut where the reader is an avenger and she and Loki fell for each other while NYC is under attack

Anonymous requested: May I request something where Loki insults the reader one too many times and they just snap and end up kinda scaring Loki with how angry they get? Angst is my jam.

Anonymous requested: Can you do something fluffy with Loki being the sarcastic and sly little shit he is? IW ruined me and i just need something happy.

this is quite nsfw- also, to the last anon: this isn’t really fluffy but Loki is def being a little shit in one. 

There isn’t to much angst in here- just angsty sexual tension, so all of you still suffering from Infinity War (like me) can read for sure :))

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Fighting the Chitauri was risky for you especially.

Even the other non-powered Avengers- Clint, Natasha- had weapons. But you weren’t trained that way, and you were dropped into a Chitauri-filled New York with nothing but your fists, along with Stark and Steve in your earpiece. 

You had learned pretty fast the a well-placed punch to the center of the Chitauri’s faces would drop them. But the city was overrun, and you were soon backed into an alley. You frantically searched for a way out of the situation when five of the creatures began pressing you into a corner. Nothing to jump to, nothing to duck behind, to many to take on-

“Not this one.” a voice came from behind the aliens. You couldn’t see its owner, but you knew who it was when the monsters listened.

Loki.

The five split away, running out of the alley to destroy even more of the city you called home; and leaving you to the mercy of the God of Mischief.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Loki grinned. “Oh, I did hope you would show up soon. You were quite a delight to meet.” he told you, referencing your interaction in the aircarrier. Your eyes squinted. 

“Why did you do that?” you asked. “Those things had me cornered. One less mortal to waste your time on.” 

Loki’s ever-present grin grew wider. “Well, pet,” he explained, tapping his scepter on the cement, “...I don’t mind your company. You’re so easy to string along- And unlike with Romanoff, my words seem to have quite an affect on you.” your fists clenched. Loki tilted his head. “Ah, see?”

That was it. You lunged forward, throwing punches at Loki’s head, face, torso. He deflected them all, moving with more agility than anyone you had ever seen, let alone fought.

His hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. He was so strong, so solid, that the grip froze your whole body. You tried to break away, but it was to no avail.

“Oh, sweet girl.” Loki yanked you forward, bringing your face mere inches away from his. “You’re pulling your punches.” he whispered, his fingers sliding down your arm. “It’s such a shame.” he tutted. “You’re not nearly as strong as they say. To add insult to injury, you’re much more beautiful than Romanoff. And yet, you don’t even get the title of- What do you Midgardians call it? Ah, yes.” Loki’s fingernails dug through the fabric of your S.H.I.E.L.D bodysuit. “ ‘Eye-candy.’ “

You let out a yell, and for just a minute, a look of fear passes through Loki’s face. But it’s gone as soon as it appears, and Loki’s hand moves from your arm. He slips it around your back, bringing you toward him so you press all up against him. His scepter stays in his other hand, but aside from that, every part of Loki is zeroed in on you.

“Oh, you scared me there.” he says. “But that anger, that’s not at me.” Loki angles his head so that when he talks, his lips brush the shell of your ear. “You know that I’m simply speaking the truth.” Loki laughs. “Here I am, God of Evil, and I’ve given you more attention, more credit, than those you call your comrades. My own opinion of you is higher than that of your leader’s. What do you think of that, pet?”

You say nothing. Locked in Loki’s embrace, you keep your gaze at your feet. Loki seems as though he’s about to speak again when Stark’s voice comes through your earpiece.

“Y/N, what’s the situation down there?” he asks. Loki raises a finger to his lips. The action provides you with an opportunity to create distance between you two, but you stay put. “Y/N.” Tony asks. “Goddamnit. It shouldn’t be hard to answer when the device is in your head.”

Tony doesn’t say anything after that. There’s a few moments of silence when you’re standing, chest to chest with Loki, his fingers dancing around the small of your back.

You should run from him.

“What was that about your opinion of me?” you ask, meeting Loki’s eyes. 

Loki smirks, and he then swings you against the brick wall. His eyes are wild, and he drops his weapon, his purpose, on the ground next to a dumpster. The notion astounds you- Loki has come to Earth with that weapon as his arsenal, he’s surely bargained for it. And still, he’s discarded it, his attention dedicated to you.

Loki presses you against the bricks so your back is to him. His palm slides around you, caressing your stomach and cupping your breasts until he finds the zipper of your suit.

He unzips your only layer of clothing with one fluid movement, gasping in your ear when he does. 

“I must admit, a fair few of my thoughts lately have been what you wear under this.” Loki’s hands surround your shoulders, slowing stripping your coverage away. You make a noise in the back of your throat- You would have been embarrassed about it if it hadn’t of prompted Loki to press his hard self against your back. He places two soft kisses on your shoulders, and he even lays his cheek down. “Oh.” he says two seconds later. You can hear the smile in voice. “I like this.” Loki’s staring at your ass, you can feel it, and you don’t blame him. It’s basically completely exposed, you’re just wearing a black thong.

Loki grasps your ass in both his hands and squeezes. You keel over, bracing yourself against the wall for support. You gasp, searching for air. Loki’s lips find the base of your neck, and he speaks to you against it.

“It’s alright sweet.” he coos. “You’re in good hands.” He gives you another squeeze, and you jump, but manage to keep any noise in this time.

“Y/N?” a different voice comes in through your earphone. Loki makes an exasperated noise. He turns you around by the hips so you face him. “It’s Steve.” the voice continues. “I’m getting worried about you. Stark says those things got to our ship. I’m tracking you, but it’s going to take longer than-” Loki takes the headpiece away, his fingers stopping a few extra seconds to become tangled in your hair. He drops your only connection to your team and lets it fall away, stepping on it so it turns to nothing but dust. He makes a move towards you, but you stop him with a palm to his chest. He could overpower it- He has before. 

But Loki stops.

Because that’s what you told him to do.

“We can’t.” you say, though it pains you to do so. Your body is aching for Loki- It’s burning on all the places his lips and hands have already touched, and you hate to stop him when he’s standing in front of you. But... “They can’t see us... And they’re coming to...” Loki tilts your chin so you look at him. He presses a kiss to your lips. It’s your first kiss with him, and it’s terribly soft and fleeting. 

“Sweet girl...” he kisses your jaw, and the sweet spot behind your ear. It makes your shudder, and you take off Loki’s helmet so you can bury your hands in his hair. This makes him groan, and you relish the feeling of that. “Don’t you forget, I am a God.” he growls. “If you don’t want them to see, I can make it happen.” He draws away. “What am I?” he asks you. You place your hand in Loki’s, and he brings your fingers into his mouth. Your eyes flutter shut.

“A god.” you answer.

“Wrong.” Loki bites down, not hard enough to hurt, but you still let out a yelp. You regain your composure best you can.

“My god.” You breathe.

Loki takes a step back, ridding himself of his robes. He strips entirely and the sight is enticing. By the time Loki is finished, your mouth is watering.

Loki a murderer. He has killed more people than you can imagine, and his army was out taking more lives. He had antagonized you, berated you, and used you simply for entertainment.

But the man (god) was standing in front of you with his milky chest, sharp hips, and surprisingly soft kisses. His arms were open, about to hold you, and his hairline was already beginning sweat out of want for you.

This was why you welcomed Loki. He returned to you, wedging his knee in between your legs. His hands found his way to your heat, and began rubbing you through the thin fabric of your panties. You clamped your mouth down on Loki’s shoulder. The friction Loki created was insatiable, and his heavy breathing drove you damn near the edge. 

“What was that darling?” he asked after you spoke. You peeled your face away, and Loki moved stray pieces of hair out of your face. You swallowed. Loki gave you a face of feigned sympathy. “I cannot know what you want, Y/N, if you do not ask for it.”

“You.” you say, dragging your hand across Loki’s strong stomach. His eyes dip at this, and for awhile, Loki places his hand over yours as you explore the vastness of his body. Creamy thighs. Safe biceps. Arched nose. Your head drops in defeat, humiliation, on Loki. “I want you.”

Loki holds you, presses a kiss to head. He suddenly sweeps you off the ground, supporting your weight. You wrap your legs around his hips, and Loki wastes no time. He gives no warning. He enters you with a swift thrust, and you let out a moan that is thankfully lost in the cries and crashes of the battle around you. 

Your arms are strung around Loki’s neck, your face in the crook of his neck. Your chest is heaving, and Loki’s ragged breaths match yours.

“It’s okay darling, it’s okay.” Loki soothes you. He’s snug inside you, and staying still as you get used to the feeling of him. “Take your time. Trust yourself.” Loki’s voice becomes strained. “Your body knows what to do.” he rasps. One of his hands finds yours and tangles itself in it. You’re supported only by Loki’s left hand and the wall, but his hand in yours allows you enough relaxation that Loki can set a pace.

He rolls his hips, adjusting your body so it gets used to movement. You clench your eyes shut, and your fingernails dig into Loki’s skin. The idea that there will be marks on him from you fills you with a fuzzy feeling. 

Loki begins to move in and out of you in a slow and steady pace. The speed allows for you to prepare for him. You can feel every bit of Loki, your walls closing around him and your mind awaiting the sensation of it.

Loki gradually gets faster and faster, soon hitting a sweet spot. You collectively groan, foreheads falling together, and Loki traps your lips in his.

Your vision blurs as Loki continues. You have no clue of how long you’ve been doing this- You’re only aware of the feeling of Loki, of his hair against your breasts and his occasion groans. It’s finally all to much, and your head falls back as your whole world falls apart.

Loki sets you down, back to the wall. You comb your hands through his long hair. Between breaths, you murmur about how good he made you feel, and your praise drives the God of Mischief to finish inside you. He eases out of you, drawing one last mewl out of the back of your throat, and stands next to you. 

Loki then walks to his pile of leather and gold. You watch him as he dresses, the brings your own uniform over. He helps you into it, and keeps your heads together as he zips you up. 

You reach down and grab Loki’s horned helmet, setting it atop his head like it were a crown. Two of Loki’s fingers brush over your collarbone when you do this, but he stays silent.

Finally, Loki crouches down and takes his scepter back from the dirty ground of New York. It’s glowing, maybe brighter than before, and Loki strokes it. 

He turns back to you. Loki offers no smile, not even a smirk.

He says nothing. Loki simply turns on his heels and exits the the alleyway. You remain standing until his footsteps fade entirely away.

~

“Y/N.” you raise your head. Steve stands above you, offering a gloved hand. You take it, and step up to your feet. 

“Where did he go?” Steve asks. You look over to him, vision clouded. 

“He got away.” you say. Your voice sounds different. 

Steve nods and asks if you’re alright, to which you nod.

As you return to battle, you steal one last look at where you and Loki had been.

There, etched on the wall, right where Loki had you pressed up against, was one single statement:

Sweet girl.

You smile. You pick up the pace, and rejoin the chaos with a newfound confidence.

[ladywinchester1967]

Made to Be Broken

Summary: She’s the President’s daughter and he’s head of her security detail. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Secret Service Dean Winchester x Julianna Mills (OFC, The President’s Daughter)

Word Count: 5104

Warnings: Language, Smut (of the dirty, filthy variety), secrecy, FLUFF (good lord, the fluff came from no where!), mentions of torture, angst, feels, dirty talk, unprotected sex. I think that’s it.  

Square Filled: Secretly Dating

A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo the title was inspired by THIS performance of “Iris” by The Goo Goo Dolls. It resonated with me and I hope that shows in this work (granted, I’ve seen the song performed a million times but for some reason, this one just stuck with me.) Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, but the pictures are NOT. I found them on Google, Pinterest and tumblr.

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This was wrong, on so many levels. This could get him fired and her publicly shamed; that didn’t stop them however, God himself could have told them to stop and they wouldn’t have listened.

He hiked her skirt up as he flung her panties off as she practically ripped his belt and fly open.

“How long do we have?” She asked as she pulled his pants down

“Twenty minutes?” He asked “Give or take.”

“Better make it quick Winchester,” she told him as she feverishly kissed him “wouldn’t want anyone to come looking for us.”

“You’re with me baby,” he said “NO ONE’S gonna come looking for us.”

He pushed deep inside her as she moaned.

It had started eight months ago; shortly after Dean had been hired on as a member of the Secret Service. They’d first laid eyes on each other a few days before the Presidential Inauguration when they’d been introduced.

“Ma’am, this is Agent Winchester,” The Director of the Secret Service, Bobby Singer, has told her “Agent Winchester, this is Julianna Mills. You’re now assigned as part of her security detail.”

With raven hair, eyes as blue as sapphires; she wore a grey suit with a pencil skirt, a pale pink top poking out from under her suit jacket and t-strap pumps; she had black, winged eyeliner and ruby red lipstick on as well. She gave him a kind, white toothed smile and extended her small, perfectly manicured hand to him.

“Agent Winchester,” She said with a smile “a pleasure.”

Dean flashed her a grin; he looked sharp in a navy blue suit, white shirt and black tie.

“I completely agree.” He told her.

Dean had followed Julianna around like he was supposed to, keeping her moving as her father walked in front of her and her mother.

“Agent Winchester?” She asked him later that night as he walked her to her hotel room door.

“You can call me Dean, if that helps.” He told her and she nodded.

“Dean, how many people have you looked after?” She asked

“Quite a few,” he said “I was a body guard before a decided to join the Secret Service.”

“Have you ever killed anyone?” She asked

He shook his head

“A few well placed kicks and punches usually gets my point across,” he told her “but when I served in the military, yes I did.”

“Can you tell me more about that?” She asked

“Not tonight ma’am,” he said “maybe another time.”

“Why not tonight?” She asked “If you’re going to follow me around I should at least know things about you.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Dean told her “If you don’t give me any trouble, I’ll tell you all about my military career. Deal?”

She stuck her hand out and shook his

“I’m holding you to that.” She told him.

“I know you will ma’am.” He said

“Please, just call me Julie.” She told him and he nodded.

The next day, Dean escorted Julianna to a local children’s hospital that she frequented. She loved to go in and see the kids and read to them; even bringing books she thought they would like. The Secret Service had gone ahead with dogs and made sure the room Julianna would be meeting the kids in was completely secure.

“Dean, we have a problem,” Dean’s brother, Sam, told him “we’ve got media outside and Julianna specifically asked that no media be present.”

“She did?” Dean asked “She didn’t tell me.”

“She told me this morning,” Sam told him “can you get the police or security here to get them to back off?”

“I’m on it,” Dean said and pulled out his phone “I thought it was a good thing for her to be seen doing shit like this.”

“It is,” Sam said as they walked “but she wants to protect the privacy of the kids.”

Dean was slightly thrown off, but nonetheless, made the call and got local police and hospital security on the media. Once they were back on public property, Dean went back to Julianna’s hotel room.

“Why did you tell SAM you didn’t want media presence and not me?” Dean asked, annoyed.

“I thought that’s what I was supposed to do,” Julianna told him “he’s Chief of Staff.”

“But I’m head of YOUR security. I’M the one in charge of YOUR safety, this is the kind of shit I need to know.” Dean told her.

“Are you mad at me?” She asked him, taken aback.

“When someone that isn’t me knows something that involves your safety before I do, yeah I would say that qualifies me to be mad.” He snapped at her.

“I’m sorry!” She shouted at him “I don’t know how this whole security things works! Ever since my Dad got elected, I’m having to answer a million questions and have my every move questioned and I hate it!”

They stared one another down and Dean’s expression softened

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout,” he told her “your safety is my number one priority and when my brother is telling me what I’m supposed to do to protect you, it threw me for a loop.”

She nodded and finished pinning her hair up. She wore a black and grey striped top, black pants and Converse shoes. Her hair was pinned into a proofed up ponytail along with her signature black eyeliner and red lipstick.

“Dean, can I ask your honest opinion?” She asked him.

“Sure.” He said

“Do I look okay?” She asked “I mean, for a president’s daughter?”

“Honestly?” He asked and she nodded “You look like a pinup girl and that’s not a bad thing.”

“Like Marilyn Monroe if she’d married JFK?” Julianna asked and he laughed.

“Probably, but better.” He said and his cheeks turned pink “Sorry, I’ll just wait outside for you.” He said and shut the door behind him. Her mouth curved into a smile as his comment sunk in. He thought she looked better than probably the biggest blonde bombshell of all time. She grabbed her purse as she blushed.

From then on, Dean always knew about what she was planning to do. Anytime her family stopped in a town, she always went to read to children. Her main platform was promoting literacy among children. Dean watched one day as she gave a passionate speech at a local school library one day.

“Without words we cannot communicate,” she had said “without the ability to read, how will we learn from our past mistakes and how to make our world better? That is why I want to issue a challenge to every child at Silver Springs Elementary and beyond. Nurture your mind the same way you nurture your body with a healthy diet. You’ll be surprised at what you can create.”

He watched as a smile crossed her face and she went on

“I’d like to tell you a story about a young lady that liked to write, just for fun and to tell stories to her mother and sisters. One day, she sat on a train and came up with the idea for a boy with glasses to go to wizard school. Today, we know that woman as J.K. Rowling and the boy she envisioned as Harry Potter. The only limit in your arsenal of written words is your imagination.”

The crowd clapped as she thanked the crowd and walked off stage toward Dean and the rest of her security detail. The rosy glow that illuminated her face was enough to entrance him.

“What’d you think?” She asked Dean as he walked her to her hotel room that night.

“You’re very passionate about reading and writing, why?” He asked and she had smiled.

“I’ll tell you my secret if you tell me yours.” She told him as they arrived at her door.

“What secret is that?” He asked

“About your military career.” She told him.

“Damn, I was hoping you’d forget about that,” he said and then added “pardon my French.”

She held up a hand

“Nothing worse than what I’ve said,” she told him “so care to tell me that story?”

“I’m gonna need alcohol before I tell that story.” He told her as they arrived at her door.

“Well, you’re in luck.” She told him “I can have room service bring it up.”

“You mean me?” He asked “Because I have to check everything you get sent.”

“Everything?” She asked and he nodded “Jesus, when do you sleep?”

“I get my four hours a night and I’m fine.” He said. She shook her head and rolled her eyes

“Fine, do what you must, but don’t keep me waiting.” She told him

“I would never.” He told her as they walked into her room.

She was surprisingly easy to talk to with all their formalities out of the way. Wearing her NYU hoodie and yoga pants with no makeup on, she was just as beautiful as when she was dolled up for the press.

“So you gathered information?” she asked, as she poured them another drink

“By whatever means necessary, yes, I did.” he told her, as he took the drink “Am I proud of what I did? I guess that depends on who you ask.”

“If I asked you?” she questioned and he shook his head as she sipped from her glass.

“The things I did to get the information I needed? No, I'm not proud of that.” he told her “The lives I saved because of that information? Yes, I am proud of that.”

“Did you ever think if those people had families? Children that were waiting for them?” She asked

He shook his head and knocked back the rest of his drink.

“No, I couldn't afford to. If I thought of them as more than a mean to an end, that made me weak. In my former line of work, I couldn't afford to appear weak.” he told her

“Why not?” she asked as she kept sipping.

“Weakness meant they could've found out anything about me. My family, my friends, anyone I had contact with and used it against me.” His green eyes were set, as he moved the glass from hand to hand “I basically had to turn off who I was; everything my parent taught me about being a good and decent person, I had to lock away while I tortured those people.”

She let out a breath and finished off the rest of her drink.

“You hate me, don't you?” he asked and she shook her head, rubbing her eyes.

“No, I couldn't hate you.” she told him “You're too good for me to hate. Do I agree with your methods? No.”

“But?” he asked “I'm sensing a “but” somewhere in there.”

“This is difficult for me to grapple with because of my background.” She told him “I mean, before my dad became president.”

“I'm intrigued,” he said “So you wanted to be a what before your Dad ran for president?” Dean asked as he poured them another whiskey.

“A human rights lawyer,” she told him as she took the glass “like Amal Clooney.”

He shrugged

“You’d be good at it, you could still do it.” He told her and she shook her head as she took another drink.

“Nah, my Mom said the family has to stick together while Dad’s in office. Looks better that way.” She told him.

“If you say so,” he told her “you’d do well at anything you try though. You’re really smart.”

She grinned

“Thank you.” She told him

“Truth or truth?” He asked her

“That’s redundant,” She told him “just ask me to tell the truth.”

“Okay, so tell me the truth,” he said “how had some little rich guy not come and swept you off your feet?”

She laughed

“Because they’re intimidated by me.” She told him “They’re not used to girls who speak their minds and who stand up for themselves. They want decoration and I’m not decoration.”

“You’re got enough to be decoration, just too smart for it.” He pointed out and immediately regretted it. She raised her eyebrows at him.

“You think so?” She asked

“Sorry, I overstepped.” He said and stood up. She followed after him, setting her drink down.

“Dean, please don’t leave.” She said as he walked to the door.

“I should,” He told her, not looking at her “I should walk out of this room and resign, go back home and live a life of mediocrity.”

“But?” She asked

He slowly turned back around, with his loosened tie, un-tucked shirt and light stubble on his face, he looked delicious. He set his drink aside and stood in front of her.

“But then I wouldn’t have the chance to do this.” He said and held her face in his hands as he kissed her, catching her off guard. He pulled back and she pulled him back in, kissing him again.

“No,” he said as they kept kissing “we can’t.”

“We shouldn’t.” She told him as she untied his tie, flinging it to the ground.

“I should go.” He told her as he unzipped her hoodie, peeling it off of her and leaving her in a thin tank top.

“Yeah, yeah you should.” She said as she unbuttoned his dress shirt and tugged it off of him. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and carrying her over to the bed. He got on top of her and kissed her hard. “Tell me you don’t want me,” he practically begged as he kissed her neck and collar bone “tell me to fuck off.”

She tugged in his hair, making him look her in the eye.

“No,” she told him “I’m not gonna do that.”

“I could get fired for this.” He told her

“I’ll tell them I seduced you.” She shot back

“I can’t even begin to think of the names they’d call you.” He told her, his fingers trailing over her cheek.

“I don’t care.” She told him “I wanted you the second I laid eyes on you. I didn’t think you wanted me.”

“How could I NOT want you?” He asked

“I thought you’d want someone like my sisters.” she told him

Julianna had two younger sisters; Alexis and Claire.

“Alexis is the tomboy. They all love her because she likes to hunt, golf and fish.” She said.

Alexis was a brat, she didn’t care to attend much of anything and would rather spend her time on a baseball diamond than anywhere else.

“Claire is basically Biker Barbie, if anything I figured you’d go for her.” Julianna told him.

With a snotty attitude and a chip on her shoulder; Claire wore black eyeliner and her hair in braids, she was a bigger brat that Alexis.

Dean shook his head

“No, they’re beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but they don’t compare to you.” He told her. “You carry yourself with this quiet confidence and you can command the attention of a room without trying. You’re sharp and witty and you speak with such passion about the things you care about. That, to me, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You think I’m sexy?” She asked and he nodded

“Of course I do,” he said “who wouldn’t?”

She kissed him with renewed passion, locking her legs around his waist.

“I want you,” She told him as they kissed “fuck I want you so badly.”

She clawed at his belt and pants as he yanked her tank top off, leaving her topless. Her bare torso exposed to him, he kissed every inch he could get to, tasting the salty and sweet mix of her skin. He licked and sucked on her nipples, the pink, sensitive buds hardening in his mouth as she writhed under him.

“Dean, oh Dean!” She mewled

“What do you want me to do to you gorgeous?” He asked as he kissed down her belly and to the waistband of her yoga pants. “Your ass looks so fucking hot in these.”

“Mh, really?” She asked “Why don’t you pull those off and see what it looks like bare?”

He raised an eyebrow at her, but did as she commanded and realized she wasn’t wearing panties.

“You dirty, dirty girl.” He said as he spread her legs open, she was practically dripping with arousal. He looked up at her and she nodded, giving him permission. He picked up one leg and kissed from her ankle up to the apex of her thighs. He intentionally skipped where she wanted him most and kissed down to her other ankle.

“DEAN,” she hissed “don’t tease me.”

“Tell me what you want,” he said “and I’ll quit teasing.”

“Go down on me,” she told him “I want to know what that mouth can do.”

“Yes ma’am.” he said as he laid on his front, his head between her legs. He flattened his tongue and licked her from hole to clit, making her back arch. He placed his hands behind her knees and pushed her legs up. He licked the curve of her butt and the backs of her thighs. Surprising even herself, she cried out in passion.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, that feels, FUCK!” She cried out.

He hushed her

“If anyone hears you, they’ll come to investigate,” he told her “you have to be quiet or I won’t get to finish you.”

She nodded and he went back to work, his tongue seeming to be able to find every spot between her legs that made her pant and bite her lip. He sat up a little, grabbing behind her knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He grabbed a pillow from the nearby chair, set it on the ground and placed his knees on it as he opened her legs again.

“Fuck, you taste amazing.” He told her as he dove back in. She sat up and realized what she was looking at. In the full length mirror, she saw the both of them. She looked strung out on passion and her hair was a mess, but the sight of her gorgeous head of security on his knees in front of her was intoxicating. She ran her fingers through his hair as he thrust his tongue into her, his mouth sealing over her pussy. She gripped his hair and rocked, his nose bumping her clit as he gripped her hips and moaned.

“Yes, like that.” He said as she rode his tongue.

“Fuck me Dean,” she begged him “god, please fuck me.”

Without a word, he stood and rid himself of the rest of his clothes. She had gotten glimpses of his “equipment”, his dress pants didn’t do much to disguise what he had, but the truth was far better than she expected. She reached out and gently ran her hand over his velvety length, the tip leaking pre-cum. She lapped her tongue over the tip and he nearly growled.

“Fuck Julie,” he said as he ran a hand through her hair. She took him into her mouth, bit by bit, adjusting to his length and girth, her hand compensated for what her mouth couldn’t take as she began to bob her head up and down him. He hissed and moaned as he held her hair and watched in the mirror.

Here he was, a guy from a small town in Kansas getting a blowjob from the President’s daughter.

It sounded like the plot to a cheap porn but he didn’t care.

“Fuck,” he moaned “you suck cock like a champ sweetheart.”

She hummed and he gripped her hair tighter and let her keep going. She was winding him tightly as she lightly twisted his skin and then started to fondle his balls.

“Fuck,” he hissed “oh fuck!” He yanked her off of him and said “I was enjoying that, but this is gonna be over a lot quicker than I want it to be if you keep going like that.”

She nodded and he helped her stand as he kissed her. He backed up until the backs of his knees hit the bed. Her wrapped his arms around her and sat down. She straddled him and took his length into her hand, guiding it to her waiting hole. She flicked him through her folds and moaned as he kissed her harder.

“You ready for me?” He asked and she nodded guiding him inside her. He thrust his hips up as she took him in, moaning. She quietly moaned his name over and over again in his ear as he grabbed two handfuls of her ass in his hands.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he kissed her “you have the firmest ass I’ve ever grabbed.”

She smirked and kissed him

“And you’ve got the biggest cock I’ve ever had,” she murmured in his ear as she bit the lobe “let me ride you.”

He pulled back as he fully sank into her and nodded as she moved her hips. The sound of her skin hitting his echoed in the room as she rode him slowly at first. She could feel every inch of him filling her nearly to the breaking point. He gripped her flesh hard, there would surely be bruises on her ass in the morning, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was them and being in that moment with him. He laid down, his back flat on the bed as she placed her hands on his chest.

“Mh, look at you riding me like a champ,” he commented “fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”

She smirked and asked

“You like that? A girl taking charge over you?”

“No,” he said “a WOMAN.”

She bit her lip and slid her hands up and down her own body as he watched. She placed her fingertips on her clit and began to massage the engorged bundle of nerves.

“Fuck!” he moaned as he tried to push into her faster and she shook her head.

“No,” she moaned as she moved her fingers in a slow, torturous circle “I want us to take our time, I want to feel EVERYTHING.”

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.” He told her as she moved and he drank in the sight on top of him. The girl he wanted, that seemed just out of his reach, was now playing with her clit while she rode his hard cock.

If this was a dream, he’d be royally pissed when we woke up.

“Dean,” she moaned “oh god Dean, you feel so good inside me.”

“That’s it,” he growled “use that filthy mouth.”

“You like watching me fuck you?” She asked “Playing with my clit on top of you?”

“God yes,” he groaned “taking what you want from me.”

“Sit up,” She commanded and he followed through, he watched as she glided her hands up her body and cupped both her breasts in her hands. “Mhhh, you wanna suck on these?” She asked him and he nodded

“Yes,” he choked out “yes ma’am, please? May I?”

“Such a-FUCK!-such a good boy. So polite.” She breathed as she kissed him “You may, you may suck on me.”

He captured her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, his tongue flicking over the hardened bud while his other hand captured her other breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple, making her whine.

“Oh fuck, Dean! Dean, oh fuck!” She moaned “God, I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m gonna come all over you!”

“Mh,” he moaned “Come for me baby, come all over me.”

She rode him hard, the sound of slapping skin getting louder as she dug her nails into his shoulders, screaming into his chest as she came. He bit into her shoulder and cried out as he let go deep inside her, finally stilling.

After their romp in the broom closet; they straightened themselves up and went back to the engagement she'd been dragged to. Dean watched as she navigated the flurry of people wanting to talk to her, asking which designer she was wearing and what lipstick she used. The black, winged eyeliner has become part of her style and the press pounced on it.

“The eyeliner and lipstick is by Wet N Wild,” she told the reporter “the eyeliner is H2O proof in black and the lipstick is Missy and Fierce in their Liquid Catsuit line.”

Dean smirked internally and said in her ear

“Time to go.”

She gave him a nod and said

“Thank ya'll, it's been a pleasure.” and shook the interviewer's hand.

The next night, they were allowed to go a little more casual; Julianna had ticket to see her favorite band, The Goo Goo Dolls, and wouldn't miss the performance for anything.

“I don't like this,” Dean told her as they walked into the venue “not at all.”

“Relax,” she told him “Secret Service was here beforehand and gave the all clear, don't you have any faith in your men?” she asked

“That's not what I'm worried about,” he said “drunken fools are more my concern.”

“Dean, can you do me a favor for tonight?” she asked and pulled him to the side, out of sight of the other concert goers as they filed into their seat “Please? I almost never ask you for anything but can you throw me a solid on this ONE request?”

“What?” he asked, his eyes searching around them

“Can you please, put the Secret Service on the back burner for ONE NIGHT?” she asked “Just this one? Please?”

“And do what?” he asked

She took his hands and placed them on her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck

“Be my boyfriend?” she asked “We NEVER get to go out. Never get to be a couple. All I want is a night of normal. Just one, is all I ask for.”

He sighed

“But the risks.” he insisted and she kissed him

“We'll be fine.” she assured him “I know good and well off duty and undercover cops are here. We will be okay. Just be my boyfriend? Please? It would make me so happy.”

She gave him the sad puppy face and he laughed.

“Fine,” he relented “I cave, I'll do it. But just this one night.”

“Thank you.” she told him and kissed him.

Even though they were supposed to be a couple for the concert, Dean kept his protective guard up. He stood behind her, his arms wrapped around he shoulders, gently pushing away anyone that was too close for his liking. When The Goo Goo Dolls took the stage, Julianna swayed with the music in his arms as they both sang along to the songs they knew. Thunder cracked overhead and the sky opened up, raining down on the crowd just as the band was closing the show with their biggest hit, “Iris”.

“Come on, we gotta go.” Dean said in her ear as they both got drenched.

“No, please!” she begged as the song started and she looked at him “This is my favorite, we can leave after this. PLEASE just let me hear this song.”

He sighed, annoyed and nodded.

“This one more song and we're gone.” he told her and she nodded. His boots were soaked, his back ached and all he wanted to do was go the hell home, but hearing the familiar chords of the song brought him to a place in his mind that made him smile.

And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now

He held her through the song, singing the words in her ear as they swayed. She tightened her grip on his arms and closed her eyes. It was perfectly imperfect and that was what she loved about it and him. As the song ended, she turned to face him, rain rolling down her face

“When everything's made to be broken,” she sang back to him “I just want you to know who I am.”

They kissed as a loud clap of thunder sounded over their heads and he whisked her away as soon as the kiss ended.

The next day Julianna awoke and joined her parents and sisters in the dining room for breakfast where someone immediately poured her a cup of coffee. She thanked them and her Dad asked

“Have fun at the concert last night?” his tone seemingly off from his usual, neutral one.

A woman stood next to Julianna, waiting to take her breakfast order and Julianna looked up at her.

“Can I have eggs? Scrambled with some cheese, and turkey bacon please?” Julianna asked and the woman nodded as left. “I mean yeah,” Julianna said as she added cream and sugar to her coffee “I mean, it was the Goo Goo Dolls. Not Rage Against The Machine, but yeah they put on a good show.”

“You. Were. Seen!” her father said and stood up.

“Dad, I'm a little hung over, so if you could arrive at a point, that would be GREAT.” Julianna told him as Alexis and Claire giggled into their plates.”

“OUT!” her Dad yelled “OUT! EVERYONE OUT!”

The dining room cleared and her Dad threw the newspaper at her. She took a sip of her coffee and turned it over. The picture glaring back at her was of her and Dean making out at the concert and the headline read

“SECRET SERVICE TOO CLOSE?”

“Care to explain this?” her Dad asked, furious.

Julianna looked down at the paper, at her Dad and down at the paper again.

“Oh fuck.” she mumbled.  

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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[jasntodds]

honestly, i do really see your point but still... like writing about fucked up shit can be a good way to cope, like you said, and i do it too. but my worry is that especially in tumblr fandoms younger girls will read this and think that's how actual relationships work. "oh so many people are writing about it, so that's what relationship goals must look like." you as an adult can say "oh its just fiction" but little girls and boys usually don't think that far? (1/2)

and to your point of “what is romanticizing?” well it’s easy. if the character/pov says “omg look how he always overpowers me, he’s so strong and it’s so sexy and i love it” THAT’S romanticizing. i totally get that not every mob/violent au is like this but even if it’s not the intent of the author, it can quickly come off like that. again, i’m not saying people shouldn’t write those aus, i’m saying we should think about why we want to write about these relationships. (2/3) idk i have a lot of opinions on this issue that i can’t properly talk about in asks as they are limited but i just wanna say it’s not always black and white. it’s such a grey area that i think we’re both partly right and wrong. but i think just dismissing abuse and violence in fiction as just that can be dangerous to a lot of the younger members of the fandom, don’t wanna bash anybody for writing these things, i just wanna share my opinion. (3/3)

Why do you think people should have to censor themselves because someone might read it? Like okay, sure should kids be reading abuse? Nah, but I can’t fucking control who reads my shit and who doesn’t. I know literal 13-year-old children who read 50 Shades. If kids are going to read about controversial and unheathy shit, they’re gonna read it and they’re gonna write it their damn selves so people shouldn’t have to censor themselves and limit what they can write because god forbid they use something as a damn outlet on this fucking hellsit.

OH PERFECT EXAMPLE: Spider-Man: Homecoming. If younger kids, as you’re thinking they are, watch it, they will think “hey I can call my crush names and follow them to detention and flip them off and it’s okay” when nah, it’s not. But I don’t see ya bitching there and there weren’t ANY warnings in hoco. Kids are smarter than you think they are.

Okay cool, that’s ONE definition. But I’ve talked to other people who disagree. Because in reality, a lot of people DO find the overpowering and strong personality traits sexy.  I’m not saying I personally agree, but there are people who don’t think that’s romanticizing it because it cannot be an abusive trait depending on the situation and the people. See, you can’t just have a cut and dry definition for romanticizing things. Like you said, it’s not black and white.Okay seriously, it’s really not that deep. WHY do YOU care so much about WHY OTHER PEOPLE want to write about mob/violent AUs? Does it affect you? No, because you clearly can read and know to read warnings. So, I don’t get your issues on why you care about what other people are writing.

People are allowed to write what they want when they want and if they put warnings, they aren’t responsible for who reads their writing. Older members of a fandom ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE YOUNGER MEMBERS. We are not their parents. When I write smut, there’s an 18+ warning, do people listen? I’d fucking hope so but I’d be fucking stupid to think they do. But it’s not my problem. If there are warnings, there is no problem and it’s LITERALLY that simple.

[mini-min-yoongi]

November AO3 Yoonmin readings:

Hey guys! Here I bring you this past month’s readings. Even though they are mainly yoonmin, this month there are a couple of OT7 fics of which I hadn’t read much until now. There is also some namjin, vhope and taekook as side pairings in some of them. I hope everyone can find something that peaks their interest so… enjoy! :)

1) Boyfriend Tag

“Normally I post dance routines and the occasional tag or challenge video and I know I haven’t posted in a while so I am here to make it up to you all. Yoongi lost a bet sooooo we are here with the highly requested, boyfriend tag!!” Jimin yelled making Yoongi wince and lean away from him. “Are you ready?” Jimin asked bringing his attention to Yoongi. “You better not get a thing wrong,” He warned pointing a finger at Yoongi.

Jimin is a youtuber and he gets his boyfriend Yoongi to film a video for his channel.

2) I’m your guilty pleasure (You can’t get out. Never) (contains smut)

Yoongi has just discovered his neighbor that he thinks is too damn loud is actually an internet camboy.

Chaos ensues when they start seeing each other. Things get hard–literally.

3) Crazy is most definitely genetic (work in progress; Pairings: Namjoon/Seokjin, Yoongi/Jimin, Hoseok/Taehyung, + Baby Kookie)

Family!au where Jimin’s just trying to survive high school, Taehyung keeps weirding everyone out, Namjoon is an embarrassing dad, Jin is supermom, and Jungkookie’s just along for the ride.

Very cute and funny!

4) Trolling ARMY (OT7, brotp, no pairings, BTS universe)

“The boys play a game where they compete to see who can get the most "shippy” comments of the week.“ Yoongi watched from an armchair on the other side of the room, trying not to chuckle. Ever since he’d learned the term shipping, he’d watched his brothers with a different eye. None of them were gay–though Namjoon had once drunkenly pontificated at length about his distaste for labels–or interested in one another. But they were all a little…handsy.

5) TRB in NYC (OT7, brotp, no pairings, BTS universe)

"What happened?” Namjoon asked, his voice tight. They had been skirting around him all day. As if he didn’t know. He found it darkly funny. His English was better than all of them combined, even their manager. He’d read the tweets, the posts, the threats. He’d tried to keep the other members from it as much as he could, but everyone had an inkling things had escalated past normal fan stuff.

“We’ve had a credible threat.”

Based on the threats that they received when they performed at New York. BTS hurting and comforting each other.

6) 7 minutes in heaven (*)

“It’s a fusion game. The person who spins the bottle gets to ask the person it landed on truth or dare, and if that person doesn’t want to answer or do the dare then they either take a shot or take off an article of clothing,” Jin says like he’s proud of improvising such a fantastic game.

“I’m not playing that,” Yoongi says. “Hyung, don’t be a party pooper, are you scared we’ll learn your secrets?” Hoseok asks and Namjoon ah’s dramatically. Yoongi shakes his head and puts his tongue in his cheek before he smiles at their antics, pushing Namjoon over closer to Jin so that he can sit down. “Please, hyung, it sounds like fun!” Jungkook says. “It’s my birthday.” 

I’m a simple girl. I love seeing a devoted and whipped Yoongi for Jimin even before they start dating. I love an innocent and kind Jimin crushing on his firend’s older brother who is kinda a bad boy and very cool. And I love BTS getting together, spitting embarrassing secrets and playing spin the bottle. This fic has all these elements and that’s why it’s one of my favorite readings of the month.

7) #mindreading Series

It’s my first time reading a fic in which someone has a gift because I’m more into stories that aren’t too fictional, but apart from Yoongi being able to read people’s minds, it doesn’t have any other “supernatural” elements so I decided to give it a try and I really enjoyed it. It was super cute reading about Jimin’s thoughts about Yoongi and I liked how the author developed their relationship and Jimin’s reaction towards Yoongi’s gift.

7.1) #mindreading #ad

Yoongi can read minds and Jimin is instagram famous.

7.2) Steady Hum (contains smut)

The one where Yoongi can read minds and Jimin is instagram famous PART 2.

8) Error: Words Not Found (*)

Soulmate AU where your soulmate’s first words to you will appear as a tattoo on your wrist at birth.

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In a world where most people’s lives revolved around finding their soulmates, Yoongi was different, not because he didn’t care-he cared a lot, he wanted someone to be The One for him too-but because he was convinced he didn’t have one.

It had been twenty-two years and still his wrist remained blank and unblemished.

As you may know by now I’M A SUCKER FOR SOULMATE AUS. So... yeah. I read another one and LOVED IT. I live for this kind of angst and I’d love to give a more thorough review but I don’t want to spoil it so go read it because it’s sadly just two chapters but full of good shit.

9)  You don’t have to say I love you (to say I love you)

yoongi’s so painfully and obviously in love with jimin, it sort of hurts the other members sometimes.

BTS universe.

10) Gotta Be Fate (If We’re Under the Covers) (contains smut) (*)

Jimin is excited to just sleep for a day and maybe catch up on some tv shows at the hotel.

That is, until they get to the new hotel they’re staying at, and he gets handed a room key that’s the same as Yoongi’s. Meaning, he and Yoongi will share a room and worse, he and Yoongi will have to share a bed.

“Why do I have to share with Yoongi-hyung?” Jimin complains. He’s managed to avoid it this whole trip which is really in his best interest if he wants to keep his raging heart boner for him hidden.

AKA my response to Yoonmin sharing a bed, 8 years too late.

BTS universe. I liked this whole idea. Just... just go read it *blushes and hides*

11) The Songbird and the Sea (*)

(pirate au, contains smut, Yoongi/Jimin + Jungkook/Taehyung, Namjoon/Seokjin)

In a world where dominance of the sea is an endless battle between pirates and mariners, Park Jimin is content living in his little village on a small, uninteresting island by the eastern mainland. He wants nothing to do with the bloodshed of good and evil, the heartless killing of both innocents and condemned, the constant establishment and disruption of order. What he wants is peace, to live his life in the same town he was born in, to spend his days in the beautiful forest, and to use the powers of his Blessed Rune to nurture the home he loves so dearly.

But when his island is attacked by pirates, Jimin will have no other choice than to do as they command and leave all thoughts of peace behind in favor of boarding the Agust, a pirate ship captained by the infamous Min Yoongi, Black Fox of the East.

GO READ THIS MASTERPIECE OH MY GOD. I’ve never been interested in fiction heavy aus like pirates, superheroes, etc. but I’d heard such great things about this story, the author is lovely and this is the Yoonmin fic with the most kudos on AO3, so I decided to give it a try and BEST DECISION I’VE MADE THIS MONTH. It’s made me feel so many emotions. I’ve cried, laughed, screamed, blushed and became a mess. The author also gives music recommendations to listen to while reading the chapters and it gives the story that extra something (I actually created playlists for each chapter and I like them so much that I listen to them even when I’m going somewhere lol). Seriously, I’m obsessed with this story, the characters are freaking fantastic, the development is everything and what’s best is that this story is far from over. She’s planning on turning it into a series and I cannot wait to see how the story develops. Also, the author has a schedule so there’s a new chapter every week which is something that I appreciate a lot, especially when starting to read a work in progress (it’s almost finished, next week she’ll upload the epilogue and it’ll be complete). GO READ IT AND COME SCREAM AND CRY ABOUT IT WITH ME.

12) 흰 여름 (’White Summer’) (*)

“Diversity,” Namjoon had said when he had explained the concept to them, “Learning to love yourself, no matter what.” “We already did that,” Yoongi had pointed out, “Literally the same title.” But Namjoon, when he looked at him, had seemed strangely bright and somber at the same time. “Not like this,” he had said.

Or, Jimin and Yoongi have to kiss for an MV. And deal with the fallout.

BTS universe. F**k, this is good! I don’t know what to say but that as you may know I really like fics that are kinda canon compliant and this one is SO GOOD. The group is working on a new album and it’s kinda like love myself but riskier in the sense that it is a controversial topic in south korea. I just love it when people also write about the korean music industry (even if it may not be 100% accurate, but let’s be honest, only the people working in it knows what’s up really) because I find it so interesting and not many people talk about it in depth. Of course, I can’t finish without saying that I really enjoyed the development of Jimin and Yoongi’s relationship, how Yoongi wasn’t aware of Jimin’s sexual orientation. A good fic right here!

Special mention:

~Too Much to Admit (Taehyung centric, OT7 Relationship)

The first time it happens, Taehyung doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t know how.

To start, I would like to say that this fic deals with a very serious and triggering topic for some so if you are not in a good mental place or you could be triggered by it please do not read it. This fic doesn’t have any pairings and it’s a BTS universe fic. It’s complete and I really enjoyed the different ways in which each member deals with what’s happening. In my opinion, the author did an excellent job at portraying each character and the way in which they would behave in such a difficult situation. I’m especially really liking her take on Jungkook because you can clearly see that he’s the youngest one, his confusion and anger clearly shows how much he cares about the well-being of all his hyungs. I don’t know, it’s such a heavy fic, but I really liked it.

(*) My favourite ones.

[zophora]

PSA TO EVERYONE

Alright, listen up people! I got a few things to say about this shithole of a fandom. I used to love this fandom and I still do love parts of it. I could come on here when my day is feeling really shitty and see some excellent, thirst worthy posts of Tom and read some really fucking good fics. But lately, I’ve been getting on here less and less because of the hate and ignorance going around. The only thing that keeps me going is my lovely, beautiful mutuals. Sooo let’s get started:

1. STOP ATTACKING PEOPLE FOR THEIR FUCKING OPINION

-Everyone has a right to their own opinion. That’s just the world we live in. If we all thought the same way, we wouldn’t be different and unique now would we? Buuuutttt, if someone’s opinion differs from yours, kindly talk to them and ask them why they think that. I’m sure many people would love to discuss their opinion and why they stand for it, but many of you people don’t give them a fucking chance. You go straight to anon and start calling them assholes and saying you are going to stop following them because they “give weak answers” when half the time, it’s not even their problem and they are just talking about it (this happened to someone about a certain topic) How about you calmly state what you think or message them!

2. STOP SENDING HATE OVER ANON

-If you are going to use anon, why not use it to say something positive?? Make someone feel better about their day, not make it worse! Think how you would feel if someone came into your asks and said some wild ass shit to you like “You’re ugly” “kill yourself” “your blog is awful, delete it” “you can’t write, stop it” Do you know how much that shit actually hurts??? No, no you don’t, because if you did, you would never in a million years send that to anyone because you know how depressing it is to open your inbox and see hate from some anonymous person because they don’t have the courage to do it off of anon. Hey, here’s a note, STOP BEING A FUCKING COWARD

3. IF YOU DON’T LIKE SOMETHING, DON’T LOOK AT IT

-So lately there has been a lot of hate directed towards people writing smut. I don’t write smut, but I do support my friends that do. So you can bet your ass, I’m going to defend them. So of course when you little shits came after Eliza, I was mad as fuck. If you don’t like smut, here’s an idea DON’T FUCKING READ IT. Nobody is making you read it. People enjoy writing and to them Tom, although he is a real person, he is just a character in the story. We all know none of it is true, it’s all purely fiction. But like I said, if you really don’t like smut or you think it’s sexualizing Tom, please just don’t read it! Stop going on anon and telling them that what they are doing is wrong! It’s their blog, not yours, they can do whatever the hell they want! And you definitely do not control them!

4. INCLUSIVENESS????

-This one doesn’t really have to do with the rest of my points, but this does need to be addressed. Too many people have told me that they don’t feel included in a fandom that says they accept everyone and Tom or any celebrity we talk about in this fandom would date anyone of us because, let’s be honest, you are all beautiful and amazing and the more I get to know you people, the more you inspire me to not give up and remain positive. But while all this is true, I see fics that aren’t neutral for people and very, very few moodboards for people of color. And by fics that are neutral, I mean fics that DON’T talk about your hair color, fics that DON’T talk about your eye color, fics that DON’T talk about your body shape, the texture of your hair, OR things that happen to your skin. Too many times I’ve seen “he runs his fingers through your hair” You cannot run your fingers through my hair, it’s curly and thick, your hand will get stuck. So already that leaves out people that either have curly or thick hair or both! Then I see “you blush” “your skin turns a bright shade of pink” “your skin turns tomato red” and other shit. Not everyone turns red like that!! So this already excludes people with darker skin tones. Those are just a few examples. Now it’s okay to say those things IF you specify what type of reader you are writing about BEFORE you start your fic. So many times, I have been interested in a fic, you know I really get into the story, smiling, laughing, or crying, and then I read that and I immediately am disinterested in it. I might finish it, if it’s really fucking good, but it really hurts when I begin to not be able to even see myself when it’s specifically a x reader and I’m supposed to be able to picture myself in it! And...moodboards. There are so few moodboards out there for people of color that I started doing some specifically for people of color. I mean I love the concepts you guys come up with, but I have so much trouble finding moodboards with people that actually look like me, it’s actually ridiculous. And people have it worse than me! Some can’t find any moodboards with people like them! And there are other blogs that make PoC moodboards (I can’t think of any off the top of my head, but tell me if you are one) and some get hate for actually trying to include everyone which is what we should be doing anyways! Now I’m not shaming anyone and telling you what you should and shouldn’t do, but for the sake of people that get left out of everything, can you at least try to include other races, ethnicities, body types, etc.

5. STOP FUCKING WITH PEOPLE’S MENTAL HEALTH

-Again, I have to address hate anons. With all the shit you guys say, you can really fuck someone up mentally. I realize this website is a hellhole, but you don’t help. So many people are bombarded with hate and don’t know how to deal with it. Do you really want to be the reason why someone takes their own life??? How can you look at yourself and the mirror and actually think “you know what, I did good today. I said some pretty shitty things to someone anonymously and now they will probably have a bad day. Who cares??” WELL I DO. I FUCKING CARE. Because while you are saying shitty things to my friends and they start coming on less and less or delete their blog, then I HAVE A FUCKING PROBLEM. GET A LIFE AND STOP BOTHERING PEOPLE WITH YOUR FOOLISHNESS. One of my favorite blogs, @hufflepuffholland is being deleted. But, you know what, I’m happy for Char because she is getting away from you hateful fuckers. She is taking care of herself and her mental health and I’m proud for her. I love her and if you do this to another one of my friends, I’m going to slap the shit out of someone. THIS HAS GONE ON FOR WAY TO FUCKING LONG! STOP BEING DICKS AND IF YOU REALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY STOP BEING A FUCKING COWARD, COME OFF OF ANON, AND SAY WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY

Thank you for attending my ted talk :)

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