#ranting and raving and pissed the fuck off

[salstray]

i cannot express to you all the anger i felt at the news that Graves was alive and FINE

[rollercoasterwords]

i don't want to hear about your diet i don't want to hear about your weight loss "journey" i don't want to hear about your clothing size i don't want to hear about your "healthy alternatives" recipes i don't want to hear about your fucking nutrient dense protein pancakes or your green juice super smoothie metabolic booster lemon water cayenne honey tea i don't want to hear about your workout routine i don't wanna hear about your slimming shapewear i don't want to hear about how much you hate your arms or legs or stomach or hips i don't want to hear about how "bad" you've been for eating too much dessert i don't want to hear about the number on your scale i don't want to hear your casual fatphobia dressed up in the language of "wellness" or the excuse of self-hatred!!!!

[simphornies]

If you're okay with it, I'd like to request a dating Vox x fem!reader where the reader is somewhat of a flirt that loves blue screening the tech overlord(I'm p sure the other Vees would egg her on to do it too cuz it's funny) and while Vox tries to get his revenge- he ultimately ends up crashing and giving the whole city a power outage when dear reader goes: "Good luck! I love you!" Just out of nowhere to wish him luck on something.

A/N: A shorter write to give myself a little break from Deal Breaker. Hope you enjoy, lovely reader <3

Word count: 1.4k ( 1,436 )

Warnings: suggestive content, not quite nsfw

Tease [ Vox x Flirty! Reader ]

Vox sat in his security room, not entirely paying attention to the screens and just scrolling through Voxstagram. He didn’t notice that you had come up behind him to watch whatever he was doing. After a while you decided to graze a finger on the edges of his screen making him jump and glitch.

“Fucking sh-hit!” He screamed, “What are you doing here? When did you get here?”

You giggled, “I’ve been here for a while. Surprised you didn’t hear me.” You played with one of the cables attached to the back of his head, “Senses dulling down, babe?” You tease.

“What do you want, Y/N?” He unplugged himself and got up, fixing the hat on his head.

“The other Vees called for you.” He gives you a look asking what they want to which you shrug in response, “No idea.”

He rolled his eyes and made his way to the elevator with you following closely behind. You looked up at him, admiring the way his eyes looked. He caught you staring at him and looked down. “What?”

“Nothing. Your eyes just look…cute.” You smile. The platform below the two of you begin to rise up into the lobby. “I would love to stare into them while you fuck me silly.” You whispered seductively. As soon as the door opened you skipped out of the elevator, leaving behind a frozen, blue screened Vox.

You approached the Vees. Vox is far behind you trying to recover from his blue screen. Velvette elbows you so she can take a quick selfie with Vox in the background. You held up the peace sign and smiled brightly for the picture. “Did you glitch him or blue screen him this time?” She asks.

“Blue screen.” You say proudly.

Valentino laughed at your accomplishment, “He’s so easy to tease, isn’t he?” He leans down to whisper into your ear, “I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you get him to shut the power down.”

The two of you looked at each other with mischievous eyes and shook on it. “Deal.” You grinned.

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You laid across the couch, legs dangling over the edge of the corner, listening to one of Vox’s ranting sessions regarding Alastor. Every now and then you’d hum in agreement to his enraged questions. Velvette was next to you but left the room, not entertained by his fit of rage. While you were scrolling through Voxstagram, you get a text from Velvette almost pleading with you to get him to shut up.

You sit up, looking directly at the pissed off demon glitching away in front of you. “And af-aft-ter seven years he comes back?! Like it’s nothing?!” He groaned and paced around quicker. “That motherfuck-cker is going to regret coming back! Hah…I’m going to make him regret coming back!” He stared out the window, fuming with rage, foot tapping on the floor.

You get up and walk behind him, “Wow. You’re really worked up over this radio demon.” Your words triggered another onslaught of raves about how stupid he looked and how annoying he was. Your hands snaked their way up from his back and to his shoulders. You felt him tense up at your touch until you started to massage him, trying to get him to calm down…for now. “Relax~” You purred. “You’ll get him back.”

“Fuck yeah I will. I’ll…I’ll fuck with that hotel thing he’s got going on.” He grumbled, relaxing into your touch.

As soon as you felt him relax completely you pressed up against him. “You’re the strongest overlord in my opinion~” You purred, “So strong~”

You felt his fans kick in, his body and screen warming up. Your hands wandered down to his chest, one of which played with his bowtie and the other one slowly going towards the top of his pants before quickly pulling it back up to further tease him. “I’d love for you to show me how…strong you are in other ways.”

His breathing was uneven. He wasn’t opposed to your flirty nature and seductive advances but he wanted to be the one in control instead of you for once. It drove him crazy that you kept everything. “Y-Y/N—” He stuttered, screen beginning to glitch. He was about to make a move but you pulled away before he could.

“Don’t forget about your schedule for the day. You have an interview to do in 3 hours.” You grinned before exiting his office, leaving an extremely flustered and frustrated Vox behind.

.

“Hey Velv! Have you seen Vox around?” You asked. It’s been a while since you last saw him. Well. It’s been a night.

“Probably in his security room.” She responded, eyes glued to her phone. “Did you check there?”

“I did but I didn’t see him.” You whined.

“Maybe he’s jerkin’ it off somewhere.” She laughed, “You’ve been teasin’ him too much.”

“Without me?” You sarcastically stated, letting out a dramatic gasp, “I’ll go check again. Thanks!”

You made your way to Vox’s room, sneaking around as you usually do. This time, he was there. Out of your view, that is. You huffed as soon as you saw his chair empty. You walked over and sat down on it, looking at the different screens that monitored the whole city hoping to spot him in one of them.

With your guard down he sneaks up behind you, “Well~ What do we have here?” He whispers, making you jump at the sudden break in silence. “Looking for me, doll?”

You turned to look at him, a bit taken aback at his sudden advances. “I have! Where have you been? I’ve been so bored.” You whined and pouted, getting up to put your arms around his neck.

He hums in response, taking a seat and pulling you down on his lap. “Bored from not being able to mess with me?” He chuckled. “You left me hanging yesterday, hours before a meeting.”

You giggled, “Yeah? Whatcha gon’ do about it, Vox?” Your finger began to caress the edges of his screen once more but this time Vox took your hand and got close to you, his tongue licking your neck. You shivered in delight at his move. “Mmmm~ Wow. You’re bolder today.”

He chuckled at your compliment, “It’s frustrating how you have this much control over me. I think I need to remind you who’s the boss here.”

You giggled, “Oh Vox. You’re so cute.” You pushed him off your neck lightly and stared him in the eyes, “Let me remind you who’s in control.”

He opened his mouth to argue back at your statement but before he could say anything, you kissed him. Despite his screen, you feel him kiss you back, his tongue trying to snake its way into your mouth. You denied him, pushing it back with your own. He melted into your figure, instantly forgetting what he said earlier.

Right as he tried to feel you up with his hands, you pulled away leaving him breathless. You get off of him and pinned him back on his chair with a hand on his chest, “You really are so cute when you try so hard~”

You hear his fans kick in and you can tell he was trying his hardest to not glitch at your obvious dominance and power over him. You looked at him seductively, “You wanna show me who’s in control so bad, babe?” You purred, your hand on his chest trailing down to the obvious lump in his pants.

His breath hitched, unaware you were about to leave him hanging once more. “How about we get this tension out the way…” You inch closer to his face, your free hand grabbing his and putting it on your stomach and up to your chest, letting him get a feel of what’s to come, “...later, tonight?”

And with that, he absolutely lost it. He glitched until he ultimately crashed and shut down all power in the city. You giggled at your win and stayed long enough for him to regain a bit of consciousness and purred into his ear, “Good luck, baby~ I love you!”

You made a run for his door, escaping his lustful, hungry grasp. You hear him glitch behind you, excited for how he’s going to absolutely devour and demolish you in a couple of hours.

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You get a ping from your phone. A hundred bucks transferred to you from Valentino with a note saying ‘Good job, good luck and have fun~’

You dressed yourself in the lingerie Val had left for you in your room, waiting for Vox to zap in any minute.

[nunalastor]

What if Vox managed to trick Alastor into a contract before they split; a marriage contract. It was after a night of heavy drinking and the next day Vox tried to play it off as if they were both wasted and he didn't know what happened and 'haha, crazy, amirite?' But when he refused to get an annulment, Alastor realized that Vox hadn't been as wasted the night before as he'd pretended, and the whiskey hat hit Alastor a hell of a lot harder than it typically did. Vox refusing to answer when Alastor asks if he did something to the drink is all the answer Alastor needs before exploding in rage. Marriage law in hell is stupid and weird and without Vox agreeing to the divorce navigating the hellscape that is their legal system is just not worth it to Alastor. After all, there's nothing forcing him to act like Vox's husband. Their sham of a marriage exists only on paper. Alastor gleefully informs Vox of this before noping out of their situationship entirely.

Cut to a few decades later and eventually the existence of this 'marriage' comes out to everyone at the hotel. Lots of shocked reactions, especially from Angel Dust who gets a front row seat to a bunch of Vox's unhinged rants ever since Alastor came back and assumed they had a messy breakup or something. When Alastor explains the reality of the situation, lots of people are pissed on Alastor's behalf and Charlie offers to get the marriage annulled on his behalf. He waves them all off. It's just a piece of paper, it doesn't really mean much, after all. He'd nearly forgotten about it himself until it was recently brought up.

They agree not to make a big deal of it, but Lucifer can't help but remain bothered. Marriage is sacred to him, he still wears his wedding ring despite being split from Lilith for at the very least seven years (but potentially more). And the way they all found out about Alastor's marriage to Vox? Vox ranting and raving that Alastor 'belongs to him' because of the marriage contract. It doesn't sit right with Lucifer. So despite Alastor's dismissal, Lucifer decides he's going to do something about this.

(The squirmy, sick feeling in his stomach at the thought of Alastor being married to this flat-faced fuck is something Lucifer decides he doesn't need to confront.)

👀

[munsonsgirl71]

Talk To Me, Teddy

Summary: Eddie had a rough day at the garage and he needs some love from his girl.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Female reader. Mechanic!Eddie mentioned, daddy kink, spit kink, cock warming, rough sex, pregnancy mentioned, smut, fluff, comfort. slight angst.

It happened the first time by accident but it became a thing you two did when the world got to be just a little too much to handle. 

Deep in the throes of passion you were looking up at Eddie’s big brown Bambi eyes staring down at you with all the love and adoration in the world and the dam broke. Hot, fat tears started rolling down your cheeks. Weeks of pent up emotions spilling out as his hips stilled and he buried himself balls deep inside your warm, wet walls. The two of you stayed that way for an hour as you vented, ranted and raved about everything that had been weighing heavy on you. He listened intently and soothed your soul as your bodies connected in the most intimate way possible. When the weight lifted and the tears stopped he rocked into you with slow, deep thrusts that seemed to breathe new life back into you. It was the most intense orgasm you had ever felt. Eddie too. Cumming so hard you both felt the aftershocks for at least 10 minutes as you laid side by side on his stained mattress with your sweaty chests heaving. 

So tonight when he came through the door, sweaty and covered in grease, hair wild and eyes frantic you knew what he wanted. What he needed. He stalked over to the couch where you had been curled up watching a movie and unceremoniously flopped down on top of you with a loud hmpf. 

“Wanna talk about it, Eddie Bear?” You whispered as you pulled his hair loose from the confines of the low ponytail at the nape of his neck and raked your nails against his scalp. 

“Need inside, pretty girl.” He mumbled against you where his lips were pressed tight to your neck just under your ear. His breath fanning out over your skin causing goosebumps to erupt down your arms. “Please?” 

“Of course, baby. Come on.” You cooed as you tapped his hips and shuffled under him to slip off the couch. “Let’s go to bed.” 

He was up and off of you before you could blink. Grabbing your hand to pull you up with him as he drug you through the small living room of your shared apartment and down the hall to your room. Clothes were stripped and thrown into the dark abyss. Blankets were pushed back as you crawled into the middle of the bed and spread your legs wide. He slotted himself between your thighs, ringed hand circling your clit as his lips crashed into yours. He wasn't after sex. Not yet. He just needed to warm you up so he could slide in without resistance. He knew a few deep kisses and a couple of touches would have you there in no time and he was right. Sliding in slowly, inch by inch until his hips were flush with yours. A deep, relieved sigh left his lips as he wrapped his arms under your shoulders and held you close as he hovered over you, propped up on his elbows. Every inch of your skin was pressed against his, your nails scratching lightly as your hands traveled up and down the back of his biceps. 

“Better?” You smiled up at him as he closed his eyes and let the feeling of you being wrapped around him wash over him. He hummed, deep and low from his chest as he pressed his forehead to yours and nodded slowly. “Good. Talk to me, Teddy. What happened?” 

And talk he did. He told you all about the new guy at work, the asshole who kept fucking shit up over and over and over again. How he had to keep going behind him to fix his fuck ups without even a single thank you. His boss was oblivious, hiding back in his office and ignoring the talk from the other mechanics in the breakroom. Everyone was pissed. They all hated the guy. His attitude, his ego, the way he talked about the women who came into the garage. It was bordering on a full blown rage deep in Eddie's veins and you could feel the way his whole body tensed as he talked. You squeezed your walls around him, grounding him, reminding him of where he was and the tension slowly faded. His words grew less harsh, his tone evened out and his eyes settled back into their warm honey hue from the black orbs they started with. 

“I am so sorry you’ve been dealing with all of that.” You gave him a soft smile as your hands stilled on the backs of his shoulders. “Have you guys thought about talking to Dean? I mean, I know you said he’s heard conversations but maybe if you all sit him down and tell him what’s going on he’ll do something about it.” 

“We have a meeting in the morning.” He nodded as his hips shifted and he started to pull out just as slowly as he had pushed in. “No more talking, pretty girl. Let me have you.” 

“Take what you nee…” You were cut off as he snapped forward and hit you deep inside. “Oh my God!” 

“That’s it, angel.” He smirked as pulled back and did it again. Harder this time. “Tell Daddy how good it feels.” 

“Eddie…” His name fell from your lips as a loud, breathy moan as he pushed up to kneel between your thighs. His hands found your hips, lifting your ass up off the mattress as he set a brutal pace that had you falling apart under him in a matter of seconds. It wasn't the sweet, slow love making you were used to after these talks but it’s what he needed and you were happy to give it to him. Every ounce of frustration he felt was released as he fucked into you, filthy words babbling from his plumps lips as sweat covered your bodies. 

“You. Okay?” He grunted out and your stomach flipped as he angled his hips up and brushed your sweet spot. Even as he absolutely wrecked your insides he was still your sweet, sweet boy checking in to make sure you were good, that he wasn't being too rough. All you could do was nod as your hands gripped the sheets at your sides, trying to hold on to something as the coil in your belly started to tighten. “Words. Need. Words. 

“I… I’m… FUCK! Eddie! Fuck!” You cried as his hand left your hip and started rubbing fast, hard circles against your swollen clit. “Don’t stop. I’m… I’m… I’m…” 

“Yeah?” There was a condescending lilt to his voice as he cocked his head to the side and started slamming into you with sloppy thrusts. “You cumming, gorgeous? Gonna cum on Daddy’s fat cock?” 

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” You screamed, head thrashing back and forth against the pillows as the coil snapped and your whole body seized up. Every muscle in your body clenched, pulling you up off the bed as your back arched and your toes curled into the sheets. 

“Atta girl.” Eddie cooed as he shoved you down to the bed and fell with you, the entire weight of his body holding you down as he grabbed your shoulders and held you still. “Open your mouth.”

You did as he commanded, tongue laying flat against your chin as he reared back and spit right down your throat. Your whole body was on fire as he fucked up into you. Once, twice, three times before he was cumming with hot, heavy breaths against your chest. He stilled, grip loosening as he laid his head on your chest and pulled out slowly. 

“What in the actual fuck was that?” You laughed breathlessly once your breathing evened out and he lifted his head up with a shit eating grin spread across his face. 

“Too much?” 

“Nah, man.” You laughed as you lazily pushed his head to the side, a grin matching his spreading across your own lips. “I think y’all need to keep this Billy dude around if he’s gonna make you fuck me like that.” 

“Oooooo.” He grimaced as he shook his head slowly. “Low blow, baby. Don’t do me like that.” 

“Sorry, Daddy.” You giggled as your hand came up to run your knuckles down the side of his face. “But Imma need you to do me like that more often.” 

“My girl okay in here?” His eyebrows disappeared behind the sweaty curls stuck to his forehead as his hand came up to rest over the tiny bump of your belly. “I wasn’t thinking, sweetheart. Fuck. I didn't hurt her did I?” 

“No, you didn’t.” You smiled warmly as his calloused, grease covered finger tips tickled over your skin. “She’s actually fluttering around in there, believe it or not.” 

“Sure it’s not that mind blowing orgasm you just had?” 

“I’m sure.” You nodded as your hand came up to join his. “It’s her.” 

“I can’t wait till I can feel her.” His eyes were bright as he laced his fingers through his and rested his chin on the back of your hand. “Think it’ll be soon?” 

“I don't know.” You shrugged as your other hand peeled the sweaty tresses from his cheeks and forehead. “I’ve never been pregnant before, I don’t know how long that takes.” 

“Daddy loves you, princess.” He whispered as he placed a soft, sweet kiss to your tummy before he looked up at you. “I love you, too.” 

“I love you.” 

“Can we eat now?” His demeanor changed on a dime as he perked up with bright sparkling eyes. “I’m fucking famished!” 

“And the moments gone.” You let out a barking laugh as you rolled your eyes and a chuckle bubbled up from his chest. “I’ll make you something while you shower. You kinda stink, Munson.” 

“You love the way I smell, Munson.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you before he rolled off the bed and jumped to his feet. “I’ll never get tired of that.” 

“What? Saying I love the way you smell?” You pulled your eyebrows together as he helped you stand on shaky legs, arms wrapping around your waist to hold you steady. 

“Calling you Munson.” He grinned as he pressed a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. “S’only reason I married you.” 

“Oh really?” You pulled up one of your eyebrows as your jaw jutted out to the side. “That’s the only reason, huh?”

“I might be a tad bit obsessed with you, too.” He shrugged as his face scrunched up causing his nose to wrinkle across the bridge and his cheeks to go pudgy. “Barely even a little bit though.” 

“Go get in the shower, asshole.” You rolled your eyes again as you slapped his chest and pushed him away from you with fake annoyance on your face. Only Eddie could literally fuck you breathless and then tease you like a child in the span of twenty minutes. You loved it. You loved him. 

“Wanna join me?” He asked as he grabbed your wrist to stop you from putting on your robe and you turned to him with wide eyes and a smirk. You knew a shower with your insatiable husband was never just a shower.

“I thought you were hungry?” 

“Yeah…” He looked down at his semi hard cock laying against his thigh. “He’s definitely hungry.” 

“Jesus Christ.” You sighed as you rested your forehead on his shoulder. “Fine! One round in the shower and then food. Deal?” 

“Deal.” 

Tagging: @munson-trashcan

[snowyquokka]

ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴅ • ʏᴀɴɢ ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ

wc: 1.4k

mafia au jeongin x fem reader

cw: mature themes MDNI, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, mentions of possessiveness, angst, arguing, slight degradation, swearing, toxicity, implied ptsd

a.n- i’m actually really excited to write this series!! hope you guys like it too <3

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“You fucking did what?” Pissed. That’s the only word you can think of to describe your husband right now. He’s pissed because you went behind his back and met with the leader of another mafia to discuss some unfinished business that Jeongin had yet to fix.

“I was helping you! Without me, you and San would’ve never worked things out. You’re just too blinded by your ego to realize that.” As soon as your words register your hand flies to meet your mouth. Jeongin nods and bites the inside of his cheek as he analyzes your response. Usually when you argue there’s always a hint of something in your tone. Fear maybe? No, Jeongin thinks. Horror. You always seemed too shy to speak out but now there’s been a shift in your demeanor. A hint of resentment.

He really lets everything sink in and carefully calculates his next move. “Y/n, what have I told you about leaving here without permission, or even a guard? What if you got hurt?” you roll your eyes which throws Jeongin off a little. What has gotten into you? He’s trying not to become angry, but you are making it really fucking difficult. Deep breaths, Jeongin. You know the drill; she’ll rant and rave until she finally crawls right back into your arms. Every. Single. Time.

“Are you even paying attention?” Okay maybe it’s going to take a little more work this time.

“Yes, I’m listening, but you need to realize that you’re under my protection. And as a matter of fact, you follow my rules.” he states as calmly as possible.

You blink once. Twice. You can’t believe him. “You don’t fucking control me, Jeongin. I’m sick of hearing you commanding me like I’m some pet. It’s getting really fucking old.”

Jeongin clenches his jaw and flexes his fists. You know that if you were literally anyone else in the world, you’d be a mere blood splatter on the cream rug.

But you aren’t anyone else.

You’re Yang Y/n.

Jeongin’s wife.

The love of his life.

But right now- “You’re acting like a bitch, y/n.” he hadn’t realized he’d said it out loud until he saw the tears well up in your eyes. He could practically see your heart breaking in your chest, but honestly, he didn’t care. You needed to know your place.

“Fuck. You. I’m done.” you shake your head and remove your wedding ring before tossing it on the ground at Jeongin’s feet. You leave without listening to any of his protests. He seemed surprised that you acted out like that, and you even surprised yourself. You’d never been the type of person to engage in any sort of confrontation. You’d seen your parents do it enough to know that most of the time it doesn’t end well. Like right now.

Taking large deep breaths, you enter your car and just drive. The only sound that fills the car is your choked sobs as you turn his words over and over in your head.

You start to wonder where everything went wrong. Just two months ago you were happy. Right?

You start to recall the first time Jeongin had killed someone in front of you. The man had been eyeing you up all night while he was negotiating with your husband. One thing led to another and Jeongin shot the man point blank in the head with zero hesitation. That night you’d slept on the couch then woke up in the morning to Jeongin cooking for you and spewing out apologies and reassuring you that it wouldn’t happen again.

That turned out to be a lie. Not even a month later he shot a guard he had just hired because they were “staring at you like you were a piece of meat.” To you, that didn’t justify murdering a man in cold blood.

Jeongin, of course, waited until you were married to let the…darker side of him show. At first you thought nothing of it, blinded by love. Then gradually you started to become almost disgusted by the way he could hurt someone over something so little. It’s not like those men touched you or even talked to you.

You park in a random lot and pull out your phone.

innie <3 (15)

You immediately delete the voicemails he left and dialed your brother's number after coming to the conclusion that you wouldn’t be able to sleep in your car.

One ring.

Two.

Thr-

“Y/n?” Chan’s voice sounds groggy and hoarse as if he’d just woken up, it was around 2 in the morning. You tried your best to compose yourself. “Hey, Channie.” it comes out as a faint whisper. You hear rustling on the other end and a sigh. “What’s wrong?”

“I- Can I crash there for a bit?”

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As you pull up to Chan’s house you mentally prepare yourself for the ‘You know better’ talk. Chan practically raised you and knows you better than anyone - with the exception of Jeongin.

No, no. Stop thinking about him, y/n. Just put on a smile and take deep breaths.

You don’t bother knocking, instead you just walk in. “Chris?” you call out. You almost speak again as you search for him but immediately change your mind when you notice your wedding ring sitting on the coffee table in the living room. Your heart drops to your feet and you can’t help but feel a twinge of betrayal. You spot someone out of the corner of your eye but choose to ignore them and turn to walk out of the door but are stopped by a gentle hand on your wrist. You don’t even need to open your eyes to know who it belongs to.

“Sunshine, please.” Sunshine. You haven’t heard you call him that in ages. Your heart melts a little but you dismiss the feeling and turn to face him when you notice your brother standing behind Jeongin.

“What happened to ‘your secrets safe with me’?” he flinches at your use of the words he promised over and over again starting from your early childhood.

“Just talk, Y/n.” Chan disappears into the hall, leaving you and Jeongin alone.

“Baby-“

“I can't take it anymore.” you whisper.

“Take what?”

“Feeling like I’m not good enough for you.” One crack in the dam you put up to stifle your emotions.

“Please don’t do that, love. I-I said things that I didn’t mean and I’m sorry I’m just-“ Jeongin takes a deep breath, “I’m afraid of losing you. I love you with all of my being, you are the most important thing to me. I can’t risk it.” Every feeling you’ve been pushing back floods you, overwhelming you. Unexpected tears stream onto your already reddened cheeks.

“If you really cared you wouldn’t have killed somebody right in front of me. Not once, but twice. Do you know how fucking difficult it is not to be fearful? You may be afraid of losing me, but I’m afraid of you. The man I married isn't there anymore. You changed, and it’s fucking terrifying.” you squeeze your eyes shut as two lifeless bodies flash through your mind.

Jeongin freezes. He fucked up; big time. He wraps his arms around your shoulders gently, silently asking for your approval.

You finally let go and sink into his arms.

You love him, that’s never been questioned. But you don’t love this life. Your body racks with sobs as Jeongin rubs soothing circles across your back. Your mind is so jumbled and fuzzy that you can’t focus on one topic. One second you’re thinking about you and Jeongin, the next you’re picturing Changbin ridding the white linoleum floor of a large pool of blood before it has a chance to stain.

If Jeongin wasn’t keeping you stable you’d most likely collapse on the floor.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he whispers.

But he knows.

He knows that he has a slim chance of winning you back. So for now, he’s going to savor your warmth and your sweet scent. He’s going to etch the feeling of his arms around you into every crevice of his heart and soul.

You’ve reached a dead end in your relationship and you aren’t sure if you want to turn around and find your way back to him.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 7 - Star

@jegulus-microfic February 7 Word count 743

ok this wasn't meant to be another multi-prompt story but here we are 🤣

CW- someone is tortured but it's not described but you know it's going on.

First part

Sirius had blindfolded him once they’d cleared the building. He could feel Sirius’s face still close to his. 

“We’re going to apparate in a second. Are you going to behave, or do I have to stun you?” Sirius growled into his ear. Regulus tried to twist his head away from his brother.

“Stunning it is.” Sirius sighed before Regulus felt a spell hit him, and then…

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“Did you have to do that, Sirius?” James huffed as he rearranged Regulus’s limp body on his shoulders. 

“If he messed around, he would have splinched himself, and you might have as well. This was easier.” Sirius shrugged at James as he explained. “Come on, Mad-Eye will want to question him.” Sirius held his hand out to James, and they disapparated to their designated safe house. 

***

Regulus’s body felt stiff like he’d fallen asleep sitting up. Slowly, he cracked his eyes open. He was in a dark room, possibly a cellar. He wasn’t sure. If magic was being used, he could be anywhere. 

He tried to move and found he was strapped tightly to a wooden chair. 

“Ah, so you’re finally awake?” A gruff, gravely voice said from the shadows. Alastor Moody moved so he was just visible in the low light. 

Regulus supposed it was meant to be an intimidation tactic, but it wasn’t strong enough to work on him. The Auror clearly hadn’t asked Sirius for input, as he’d know that after dealing with Walburga Black, nothing these silly little men could do would get to him. 

“Hmmm, braver than you look, hey, Black? Let’s see how brave the lionhearted star really is.” He raised his wand, pointing it directly at Regulus’s chest, and all Regulus could think was this man was an idiot. The Regulus star wasn’t lionhearted. It was the heart of the lion, and as it was, his heart belonged to only one lion, a Gryffindor lion. 

He used thoughts of James to get him through the waves of torture Moody was about to perform.

***

Above them, in the kitchen, James and Sirius paced. Frank Longbottom had his wand on them, and they had been warned that if they tried to get into the cellar, he’d stun the pair without hesitating. So they paced. 

James flinched at every scream, and Sirius ranted and raved about how torture wouldn’t work on him because Walburga had made it her life’s mission to torture her sons until they could endure anything. 

“Just talk to him like I said to. He’s a twat, but he’ll talk more if you don’t piss him off with spells first.” He bellowed at the door.

James couldn’t speak at all. Every cry emitted from Regulus broke a piece of him. If he’d have thought even for a second that the Order would do this to him, he’d have taken him and run. 

Eventually, it went silent, and familiar clunking footsteps pounded up the stairs. The door to the cellar opened, and Mad-Eye walked out, looking tired and not at all satisfied. James and Sirius went to step around him, but he shot his arm out, blocking them. 

“Oh, no, you don’t,” He growled at them. “No one is to go near the prisoner.” 

“What the fuck Mad-Eye?!” Sirius cried as he tried in vain to get around him. 

“He’s not talking yet. But don’t you worry, he will.”

“No, he won’t! I’ve already told you, Moody, you won’t break him like that. All you’ve done is piss him off. He’ll never say a word to you now. Let us try. I know we can get through to him. He’ll talk to James and I. Please let us try.” By the end of his tirade, Sirius was pleading with the older wizard. James was glad Sirius had taken over. He was in no fit state to fight Mad-Eye. 

“Go on, Mad-Eye, it won’t hurt to let them have a crack at him.” Frank offered as he tried to defuse the situation and get the head Auror to see reason.

The grizzled wizard grunted something incoherent but nodded before he stomped out of the kitchen. They all understood he meant that James and Sirius could go down to Regulus.  

James stared at the cellar door. He felt sick at the thought that whatever had happened to Regulus was his fault if he hadn’t picked him up. None of this would have happened. 

He put his hand on the doorknob and turned it.    

Next part

[therecordconnection]

Some Thoughts Regarding James Somerton

I know I'm rather late to the conversation and some of these points may have already been talked about in some form elsewhere on the site, but if you don't mind, I have some thoughts of my own regarding the subject of hbomberguy's latest video and I would like to take time to voice. This blog is normally dedicated to music and music writing, not posts about disgraced Youtubers, so I apologize for the detour in regularly scheduled programming.

First, I think it's important to make the distinction that Somerton isn't just a case of "problematic Youtube guy got owned... twice" but rather a genuine case of academic dishonesty, which is several grades above youtuber drama. This isn't something like Tati Westbrook getting angry at James Charles for sucking dick and cock at a birthday dinner. This isn't Ethan Klein and Trisha Paytas or whomever having beef. It's not Charlie Critikal talking about some stupid drama of the day or someone just using Youtube videos to say a bunch of gross and problematic stuff. No. This is a fucking grifter who not only lied, cheated, and stole his way to the top, but also did it by using a vulnerable community that has long had their voices snuffed out and their history completely rewritten or wiped from existence altogether. What history he didn't plagiarize, he twisted and outright lied about. He just made shit up to suit his own gross agenda.

A lot of things about James Somerton left me absolutely livid, and I admit that I didn't even know who he was until hbomberguy's video. I think what makes me the most mad is that I went to undergrad and grad school with a number of jackoffs that were just like him. People that didn't give a shit about the art of writing and research and just treated academia and the pursuit of knowledge and how to critically engage with art and media into a stupid game that only chumps take seriously. Somerton pisses me off because I AM a writer. When I write the Ranting and Raving series of posts on here, that stuff doesn't just fly out of my ass. I have to sit with a song, study it, research it, and make sure I know what I'm talking about so I don't look like a clown. I also have to make sure that I link and credit where I'm getting information from. It's not just important for my own satisfaction, but it's important for anyone who stumbles upon a post on this blog and takes time out of their day to read it and/or reblog it.

I think that's the part that makes me the most mad. That he and Nick Hergott have so little respect for the work that goes into researching and writing about a topic that other people are really passionate about. Spending time with something, studying it, and figuring out an interesting and unique perspective on it is a great feeling. Sharing what you find or how you see something with others and having them either like or reblog your work is an even greater feeling. That's my writing that somebody enjoyed and thought was worth sharing with others. Fuck fuck fuck Somerton for thinking you can take a million little shortcuts to get to that result.

While I'm on the topic, I don't think Hergott gets a pass for Somerton's actions. I've seen some people make the argument that he isn't complicit and there's a chance that he genuinely had no clue that Somerton was doing this... but I don't buy it. There's no way he didn't know and wasn't in on it in some capacity. Even if he wasn't, as Todd in the Shadows pointed out in his video on this situation, Nick is, whether you like it or not, an accomplice to Somerton's lies and he is complicit in the blame, due to his name being included in the "Written By" credit of a lot of those videos with Somerton. The way I see it, I find it hard to believe that he couldn't have known. I imagine part of Hergott's signing on with Somerton was that in the event that shit hits the fan, Hergott would be used as a fall guy to help deflect accusations of plagiarism.

To return to Somerton, in a way, he's almost worse than AI/Chat-GPT because, really, an AI has no morals. It can only do what someone punches in and tells it to do. Somerton is a guy who does have genuinely insidious ambitions and knows fully what he's doing. That shit about "only the boring gays who didn't mess around in the eighties survived the aids crisis" is the wildest and grossest accusation I've seen about gay people in some time. The wild takes about the Nazis (especially all the wrong things he said about fitness relating to Nazis) should also raise a lot of red flags. I'll say this though, I don't blame anybody in the slightest for not fully realizing Somerton was saying shit like that or doing all of what he was doing until hbomberguy and Todd presented it a certain way and made it all very clear. It's easy to not notice it when Somerton buries it by ripping stuff off from other, better writers. So, if you were someone who was a big fan and was genuinely shocked by the things Todd had to fact-check and debunk and worried that you're a bad person for having not caught any of them, trust me, you're not. Nobody should blame you for not catching it. <3

While I'm ranting about this, I want to say that Somerton's patreon grift was really gross to see exposed as well (through Dan Olson's really great thread, which can be read here). I understand the allure of wanting to buy expensive gear and thinking that's somehow needed in order to make Good Content™️, but there's a stark difference between someone saying "I think I need to shell out a little money in order to get something of higher quality" and "I need to have the appearance of looking like my stuff is being made with high quality stuff." As someone who has been experimenting with trying to turn his writing into video, I did some audio tests this weekend and realized that maybe (just maybe) the old Turtle Beach microphone my brother left behind when he moved out isn't going to cut it. If I want to record something I can be happy with, I'm gonna have to bite it and look at getting something decent, but somewhat affordable from a Best Buy or something. You don't need the best tech in order to make something great, but you can't use copper tools forever if you have the means to be able to enjoy using iron ones, you know?

Somerton's grift reminded me of guys like Onision and Spoony. Grifters who looked to Patreon and other creator donation sites for an easy pay day and would bitch and cry and complain that it's your fault when they don't get it. Somerton making poor financial choices ON TOP of it being money that he scammed from a community of people that were looking to invest in a voice that they genuinely thought was speaking for them in a meaningful way, only makes the grift more disgusting and foul. Even if he's just "some Youtuber," Somerton still had a responsibility to his audience to present queer topics in an ACCURATE manner. He didn't and we all have the right to be angry with him about it. This isn't just silly youtuber controversy, this is academic dishonesty in it's purest form and if it gets you expelled from any college program, it should get you expelled from being able to show your face on Youtube as well, which is how Somerton's story will end.

I've been on the internet for many years. I've seen some of the worst, most problematic creators of all time find a way to bounce back from all kinds of controversy and find some kind of success again. I don't think that will happen for Somerton. Not one bit. What he's done is something you can never come back from, no matter how much you try to reform. If two different youtubers can make two completely different videos about why you suck, I don't think there's any recovery. What happened this weekend is a now classic episode of World's Most One Sided Fist Fights Caught on Film.

This post has gone on for a while, so let me wrap it up. I mean this without hyperbole and without exaggeration: James Somerton is a disgrace to both media criticism and the art of video creation. I genuinely hope he remains propped up as a cautionary tale of what can happen when you fully decide you have absolutely no respect for the Humanities and decide that lying, cheating, and stealing your way to the top, all while scamming and being incredibly shitty towards a community that has long suffered and is STILL suffering greatly to this day, is better than any kind of academic honesty. I understand that Somerton is just "some youtube fraud" to some people, but the problem lies more in what Somerton's actions and motivations represent. I really think hbomberguy's video on plagiarism is going to do a lot of good. It's going to help a lot of people avoid doing it as well as help people become more aware of what it really looks like and all the damage it can do.

Thank you for your time.

P.S. It doesn't really need to be said at this point, but make sure you support the queer voices and writers that did the work Somerton thought was good enough to just copy and paste into a video. They're the ones that suffered the most through all of this and my heart goes out to them, from one writer to another. <3

[blueicequeen19]

Brothers Betrayal Pt. 3

Warnings: party scene, drunk unprotected sex, jealousy

“Should someone stop her?” Popes voice shouted to JJ and the rest of the Pogues as you climbed on top of the beer pong table and started shaking your ass to the dirty song playing, your ass on full display in your tiny shorts.

JJ instantly saw red, immediately making his way over to you, just a step ahead of John B. You move away from their grabbing hands and demands for you to get down even as everyone else hoots and hollers for more. You throw your head back laughing as you pour beer down the front of your white top, revealing a black string bikini. The crowd goes nuts.

“Goddamn it!” JJ shouts, hooking you behind the knees and effortlessly throwing you over his shoulders.

“Party’s over losers! Hide your boyfriends because apparently I’m gonna fuck all of them!” You shout, hanging limp down JJ’s back as him and John B push past the party goers.

“She’s fucking wasted.” You hear Kie scoff.

“Yea, she is.” John B snaps. “Can you take her home?”

“She’s not my sister.”

“I’ll take her.” JJ says, switching keys with John B so he can take the bike home and JJ can take the Twinkie.

“Thanks, man.” John B claps him on the back then gives your arm a reassuring squeeze before JJ says his goodbyes and takes you to the woods where John B parked. The silence stretches between you aside from the crunches of JJ’s boots in the brush. You hadn’t even looked at each other since that night in the hammock. But you were too drunk to think about the hurtful things he’d said. You missed your best friend.

“I can walk.” You snapped followed by a giggle when JJ stumbled over a branch. “Better than you even.”

“Shut up.” JJ barks, the hand on the back of your thigh tightening.

“Awe, is JJ mad? Let’s be honest, you’ll probably spend the rest of your life being mad at me. I tend to piss people off without even trying.”

“Yes you do.”

“Put me down dickhead.”

“No.”

“Afraid I’ll run off and fuck someone? Afraid Rafe’s here and I’ll let him fuck me ten ways till Sunday? That’ll he’ll make me cum so hard I forget my own name as I drop down his—.” JJ suddenly yanks you off his shoulder and drops you on the ground, your drunk mind spinning for a moment as he hauls open the door on the side of the Twinkie before lifting you under your arms like a child and shoving you on to the bench seat. The door slams and a moment later you hear JJ climb into the drivers seat.

“Do you even care how you being with Rafe makes the rest of us feel? Do you not care about what he’s done to the rest of us?”

“Why do I need to worry about everyone else’s feelings when no one gives a shit about mine.” You grumble, falling back on the seat and letting your eyes fall closed.

“You’re being selfish. What about Sarah?” The Twinkie rumbles to life and takes off down the gravel road, somehow rocking you towards unconsciousness as JJ drives.

“What about her? She didn’t ask me for permission to fuck my brother.”

“So? Rafe’s a piece of shit. John B and Rafe aren’t even on the same level. What the hell is wrong with you?” You fall asleep to the sound of JJ’s ranting and raving, not giving a shit what him or any of the other Pogues think at the moment.

Pleasure erupts all over your body as you wake up to Rafe with his face buried between your legs. His blue eyes watching you as he fucks you with his tongue, your thighs wrapped around his head as he tears an orgasm from you embarrassingly quick.

“Fuck me. Please.” You beg, your drunk body so relaxed that you just want the pleasure to continue. You wanted to feel him everywhere. You wanted to be filled to the brim by him. He crawls up your body, kissing you with cum coated lips as he works himself inside your tight entrance. You’re so slippery and wet but he still has to take a moment to work his way in, careful not to hurt you. You moan into his mouth, lifting your hips up and urging him to give you more.

“Give it to me. I need you.” You plead, digging your nails into his biceps as he stretches you painfully wide.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Rafe curses, spreading your legs wide and shoving them back for you to hold. You both watch his cock disappearing inside you, over and over again but it’s not enough. Why is he deciding now to be gentle.

“Harder. Please. Make it hurt.” You moan, running your nails down his chest and forcing him to hiss through his teeth.

“Fuck.” His grip tightens on the backs of your thighs as he slams in to the hilt, grinding his pelvis against yours with every snap of his hips. Stars dot your vision as he hits that perfect spot every single time. You open your mouth to scream your release but he’s suddenly there, kissing you as he fucks you so deeply it hurts.

“God, I’ve dreamed about this pussy. You belong to me. No one else.” Rafe growls against your lips, swallowing your sounds as he spills inside you with a groan.

A second release hits you when all of a sudden your eyes snap open and your jerk upright in bed, your heart pounding in your chest. You look around frantically but the room is dark and quiet.

It was a dream. You sigh in disappointment, your body buzzing with need as your clit throbs painfully. It had felt so real. You could still feel him inside you. You reach between your legs to ease the ache when you realize you’re naked. Not just naked but actually sore. Movement on the other side of the bed draws your attention next and you move closer until you spot the mop of messy blonde hair and the bare chest. Your stomach drops and you quickly reach between your legs, your heart sinking further when you find the sticky, dried mess that’s there. Anger swells in your chest and you shove his sleeping form off the bed with one hard push. His body hits hard and his curses fill the air.

“Son of a bitch. What the fuck was that?” JJ grumbles, lazily crawling back on the bed. You flip the light switch on and nearly fall over at the claw marks on his chest and arms. It had been him. Not Rafe.

“Why the fuck are you in my room?” You snarl, yanking the blanket to your chest despite the fact that he’s clearly already seen it all.

“What are you talking about? Why do you think I’m in here?” He scowls, keeping his distance on the far side of the bed.

“Did we fuck?” You demand, fear gripping your insides. His face falls and that’s all it takes for your blood to boil and you lunge at him, slapping at whatever you can.

“You motherfucker.” You growl, even as he flips you with ease and pins your nakedness beneath his.

“I didn’t do anything you didn’t want. You begged me to fuck you. You came on to me. Pretty openly too. How do you not remember?” JJ snaps. Your insides flutter at the feeling of him on top of him, your body already aroused from the dream turned memory.

“I was drunk! I don’t remember anything! I thought you were Rafe!” You cry, shifting angrily beneath him only to still when his hardened cock presses against your thigh.

“Bullshit. You were trying to suck my dick before we even made it back home. You were quiet in the back for all of 5 minutes before trying to crawl into my lap.”

“I hate you. I dont want you. I thought you were Rafe.”

“Yea? That little pussy still throbbing and wet for me? I can see you’re still covered in my cum. Your greedy cunt sucked every drop out of my dick like it was nothing. Then you begged me not to stop. You wanted it harder. Deeper. Faster.” His voice has lowered to a seductive growl, his breath fanning across your ear and making you arch your back in need.

“Please fuck your cum into me, J. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” JJ says mockingly before running his tongue up your neck, still tasting the beer from the party. You were burning alive. That couldn’t be true.

“Who knew that the sweet little Routledge liked it rough? I bet you’d love it in your ass too.”

“Stop. Oh god, please stop.”

“Why? Because you want me? Why is it so wrong to want me but not Rafe?” JJ growls, lining himself up with your entrance and burying himself inside you with one hard thrust. You open your mouth to cry out but he silences you with a hand, his hips snapping forward so hard your eyes nearly cross. You can’t help but arch into him, wrapping your legs around his lean waist.

“God, you feel so good.” JJ grunts, digging his fingers into your ass as he fucks you into the mattress.

“Cum for me. Play with your pussy.” JJ rasps, lowering his head to suck your nipple into his mouth. Your hand slides down to your mound, your fingers finding your slick, swollen clit and sending you into oblivion.

“That’s right. Cum for me. Not Rafe.” JJ coos just as he releases inside you, filling you up again.

This couldn’t be happening.

[auntie-venom]

Fan Fiction Recommendations

I figured I’d take the time to put down some of my favorite fan fictions for anyone who wants them. I am only putting up completed series, with a few exceptions. And I’ll add more as I think about it. Make sure to give the authors lots of love! They deserve it!

Also, let me know if any links do not work.

Star Wars

✶ Alpha-17 ✶

➤ Alpha-17/Female Reader

Yours

By @wanderinginksplot

Rating: Teen and Mature Reader was assigned to Kamino to do some administrative work for the senate, and when her presence draws some of the clones to try their inexperienced flirting with her Alpha volunteers to scare them away. This story single-handedly turned my attention towards Alpha works. It is a slow burn filled with great banter and I really enjoy Alpha’s characterization here.

➤ Alpha-17/Female Reader

Alpha & “Doc”

By @wings-and-beskar

Rating: Explicit Reader attempts to have a peaceful shower but has to deal with Alpha-17’s presence and persistence to be around her. Absolutely sexy series that I hope gets more fics added to it! Just Alpha’s begging alone in the second story had me faint.

✶ Rex ✶

➤ Rex/Female Reader

Hierarchy of Needs

By @zinzinina

Rating: Explicit Reader is a Jedi on a mission with Rex when a toxin affects them both causing them both to seek relief. Fuck-or-die? YES, PLEASE! I love this trope, ESPECIALLY when it is written as well as this. It is sexy, passionate, filled with yearning, and we end on a sweet note, which I love. 

➤ Rex/Original Female Character

Stories

By @aggy72

Rating: Explicit Cori is a documentarian and follows the adventures of the 501st where the Captain unexpectedly falls for her. Filled with great relationships, banter, and found family, this is a truly beautiful saga of love and perseverance

✶ Wolffe ✶

➤ Wolffe/Female Reader

A New Tomorrow

By @enigmaticexplorer

Rating: Mature and Explicit Reader does a favor for Plo Koon where she ends up as Commander Wolffe’s assistant and they do not like each other. This is a slow-burn, tension-filled, antagonists-to-lovers series that had me in a chokehold for a week while I read it. I laughed, I cried, I stared out a window and thought for hours about it. Alli writes Wolffe so well and I can’t recommend her enough.

➤ Wolffe/Female Reader (Original Female Character)

No Strings Attached

By @cyarbika

Rating: Explicit Reader/Cherise is the owner of 79’s and Wolffe is a cocky asshole that just pisses her off. This series has made me cry and text my IRL friends to rant and rave. Phenomenal Wolffe characterization and beautiful writing. Has antagonists-to-lovers where he falls first she falls harder. Please read it so we can talk about it.

➤ Wolffe/Original Female Character

I Need You

By @ulchabhangorm

Rating: Explicit Sadhbh struggles to keep her growing feelings with Wolffe hidden after they originally agreed to be just friends with benefits. This fic is filled with yearning and passion and completely hooked me! The whole series of one shots have me eagerly waiting for the full Sadhbh/Wolffe story that Maia is writing and I cannot get enough!

✶ Wolffe and Fox ✶ (No Clonecest)

➤ Fox/Female Reader, Wolffe/Female Reader (No Clonecest)

I trust him, and he trusts me

By @enigmaticexplorer

Rating: Explicit Reader is in a relationship with Fox when Wolffe interrupts an intimate moment and it sets in motion a new dynamic. This sexy oneshot explores the way trust translates into intimacy and I related to it on a molecular level. Hot and sweet, just how I like it.

✶ Fox ✶

➤ Fox/Female Reader

Shadow Play

By @wizardofrozz

Rating: Explicit Reader is a senator and is in a secret relationship with Fox, and they have a pretty public fuck. This is just such a hot oneshot.

➤ Fox/Original Female Character

After a Fashion

By @aggy72

Rating: Explicit Sylvi is the designer who makes all of Senator Amidala’s wonderful gowns, and she keeps running into the very stern Commander Fox. This story, as with most of Aggy’s fics, has a chokehold on me. The fic is beautiful story of love filled with banter and phenomenal characterizations.

✶ Gregor ✶

➤ Gregor/Original Female Character

The Deal

By @aggy72

Rating: Explicit Ashla is the chosen medical carer for Skirata’s commandos and is lovingly set up with Gregor by her new chosen family. this story is filled with love, angst, and family that warm my soul! Aggy really has a way to my heart with her stories.

✶ Kix ✶

➤ Kix/Original Female Character

Martyrs and Kings 

By @dystopicjumpsuit

Rating: Explicit Dr. Maree Finnall helps Kix find answers to what happened to his long-lost brothers after he wakes fifty years into the future. While it is a love story, Kix is rightfully filled with angst. Seeing him work through his grief of losing his brothers while being the last clone standing is heart wrenching. 

✶ Fives ✶

➤ Fives/Female Reader

Heartbeat

by @ariadnes-red-thread

Rating: Explicit Reader and Fives are trapped with death coming for them and they take to opportunity to die without regrets. The passion and tension of this oneshot is delicious!

✶ Tech ✶

➤ Tech/Female Reader

Scientific Purposes

By @doublesunsets

Rating: Explicit Reader discovers Tech accidentally recorded a private moment of hers and when confronted she challenges his claim that it was for scientific purposes. Author plays into Tech’s curious nature and uses reader’s body for discoveries. It is hot and has great back and forth between Tech and Reader.

➤ Tech/Female Reader

the beast against the wall

By buryustogether

Rating: Explicit Tech is exposed to a toxin when he protects Reader that makes him lose his inhibitions. Phenomenal sex pollen story that leads to a feral Tech, and I am OBSESSED.

➤ Tech/Female Reader

The Quarry

By Littlelady1121

Rating: Mature Reader is a target to bring in to Cid, but there is more to her than it seems. Minor slowburn with a wonderful found family story with great characterizations. 

➤ Tech/Female Reader

Nighttime Variations

By @bring-backup-99

Rating: Explicit Reader meets Tech when he stays at her inn, and they hit it off. This is a great balance of sexy and sweet! She does a great characterization of Tech and if you like her work and want to get kinkier I’d recommend her Bad Choices series as well. 

➤ Tech/Female Reader

Quick And Dirty

By @eyecandyeoz

Rating: Explicit Reader helps Tech do repairs, and clean up afterward. Sexy one shot with some fun back and forth between our favorite info dumper! Candy has a bunch of hot one shots and gorgeous artwork as well!

✶ Howzer ✶

➤ Howzer/Female Reader

Doctor’s Orders

By @grampsoninspace

Rating: Explicit Captain Howzer is a cocky flirt to the Reader Medic, and it goes his way. This was fun to see a lee burdened more flirtatious Howzer and had some great tension building with some hot smut!

✶ Cassian Andor ✶

➤ Cassian Andor/Original Female Character

Starlight

By @joeybelle

Rating: Explicit While on a mission Cassian gets strong-armed into helping a medic escape the Empire, and it doesn't go to her plans at all. Slow burn and tension galore, along with angst. The sequel is unfinished but I hope upon hope one day she will continue it!

✶ Din Djarin ✶

➤ Din Djarin/Female Reader

Rough Day

By @no-droids

Rating: Explicit Reader signed up to be Grogu’s babysitter and got involved in a fuckfest with the kid’s father. The tiktok famous porn with plot, Mando fic everyone talks about. It truly is a well-written story amongst the smut!

➤ Din Djarin/Female Reader

Be-all and Endor

By: @djarins-cyare

Rating: Explicit Reader is a technician on Endor when the Mandalorian crosses her path and she decides to help him Insanely well-written saga that explores culture and the universe of Star Wars.

✶ Poe Dameron ✶

➤ Poe Dameron/Female Reader

Nine

By @foxilayde

Rating: Explicit Sexy oneshot of a boiling point moment between friends Poe and Reader and then it's just smut central. Love the banter and the idiots-in-love so much.

➤ Poe Dameron/Female Reader

The Bet

By @no-droids 

Rating: Explicit Poe and Reader make a bet on who can stay abstinent the longest, when they try to get the other to fold the tension begins to snap. One of the hottest smut fics I’ve ever read. I use this as a way to convince my IRL friends to start reading fanfiction.

➤ Poe Dameron/Female Reader

Directions

By @zinzinina

Rating: Explicit Reader admits shes never climaxed with a partner before and Poe is determined to change that. This is a beautifully written friends to lovers smut oneshot that I just love to bits.

Moon Knight

✶ Steven Grant and Marc Spector ✶

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader

Red Flags

By @astroboots and @thirstworldproblemss

Rating: Explicit Fantastically written story about dating Steven while not knowing about Marc (and Jake) and all the red flags with dating someone hiding a part of themselves. Full stop my favorite Moon Knight fic to date, and I even make my non-fanfiction reader friends read it.

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader

fallen from heaven, grown on earth

By davosmymaster

Rating: Mature Marc asks his long-time friend to watch over Steven as he lets him be the primary front. Reader falls in love with Steven after pining over Marc their entire relationship and it causes some ANGST. Lots of yearning and a happy ending.

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader

Stuck

By @zinzinina

Rating: Explicit Reader stops by Steven’s place to bring him his lost badge when Marc answers the door and seduces her. Just a sexy little two-shot that I like to reread a lot.

✶ Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley ✶

➤ Steven Grant/Female Reader, Marc Spector/Female Reader, Jake Lockley/Female Reader

Gift of Min

By @astroboots and @thirstworldproblemss

Rating: Explicit An ancient aphrodisiac spirit is released and reader has to help Steven through it. Another fantastic piece of work form these two, and it is in one of my top five tropes! Absolutely so hot and passionate.

Triple Frontier

✶ Francisco "Catfish" Morales ✶

➤ Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Female Reader 

Something New

By @prolix-yuy

Rating: Explicit Reader hires a sex worker after a period of loneliness brought on by divorce. This whole series is absolutely soft and wholesome while being so sexy.

Kingsman

✶ Jack “Whiskey” Daniels ✶

➤ Jack “Whiskey” Daniels/Female Reader

Whiskey & Westworld

By @prolix-yuy

Rating: Explicit A universe where the Kingsman characters are robots in the Westworld Theme Park when Reader comes to visit. This story is so well written and the tension build-up is delicious.

➤ Jack “Whiskey” Daniels/Female Reader

Harder to Hold

By @brandyllyn

Rating: Explicit Reader becomes the seduction target of Jack Daniels and she doesn’t understand why. The sexiness and espionage in this fic is so fun!

Ghostbusters

✶ Egon Spengler ✶

➤ Egon Spengler/Female Reader

Masters of Sex (The Mood Slime Experiments)

By @psychokinetic-ectoplasm

Rating: Explicit Reader helps out Egon with the mood slime experiments. Just gloriously filthy smut that develops into feelings.  

Dragon Age

✶ The Iron Bull ✶

➤ Iron Bull/Original Female Character

Gina and the Iron Bull

By Lexi Banner (jinbaittai)

Rating: Explicit After an accident in another universe, a woman ends up in Thedas during the time of the Inquisition. I am a SUCKER for someone falling into another universe, and this is a long hot romance.

✶ Cullen Rutherford ✶

➤ Cullen Rutherford/Female Commander Shepard 

The Two Commanders

By Katieee

Rating: Explicit When Commander Shepard destroys the reapers, she wakes up to find herself in Thedas where her biotics are mistaken for magic. Again, I love fish-out-of-water stories where someone from a different universe ends up in another, and I also love to see Shepard be a badass. Takes place over a series of years and is just a fun read.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

sentient reader? For ror?

basically, reader is the soul of dead child with one job: making sure it all goes according to plan. Aka, making sure everything happens like it happens in the manga. They are cruel, sassy, and have very specific insults (ex. You look like you’re a cockroach that got slapped with a shoe then stomped again by a big boot.)

But most importantly, they hate gods. Reason being, the gods didn’t treat them well when they were alive and lead them to this job now.

although cool and calm, most of the time, when a match doesn’t end as canon in the manga or anime, they start yelling and having a fit. Screaming that it wasn’t supposed to happen and they have to restart the world and do their job again and again. How would that go?

-This was absolute horseshit, not only did you die, but when you awoke in Valhalla as a ghost, a literal ghost, unlike the other citizens of the series you adored so much.

-You quickly learned that you remembered everything from the series, from either reading the manga or watching the anime, so you knew that Ragnarok was imminent, much to your dismay.

-You couldn’t change the story, it was like you just joined the plot, but you could do nothing to change it. You learned that the hard way when you tried to prevent something in the early plot from happening, and the world itself started to fall apart, imploding in on itself.

-You tried subtly telling the gods that this was a bad idea, trying to tell them that humans weren’t to be underestimated, remembering those who had died. The gods just laughed at you, thinking that you were foolish, and some even threatened you.

-That’s when everything started falling apart, people and gods were sent scrambling, everyone panicking as so many were dying.

-You had the ability to restart the plot, restart the story, to prevent anything from happening, but it was so annoying when it seemed that little things were setting the plot off and you had to keep restarting everything!!

-So, you stopped trying to help others, you stopped trying to stop Ragnarok from happening, you stayed back and stayed silent, only intervening when you had to, to keep the plot moving forward.

-When Poseidon, who remembered your seemingly arrogant words, when you advised him to not get cocky, got pissed and killed Kojiro, you lost it, “Are you FUCKING kidding me?!”

-It was rather shocking, seeing a child ranting and raving as you glared down at Poseidion, who was amused by your outburst.

-You exhaled through your nose harshly, “This is not how the story goes and now I have to restart it- AGAIN!!!!” Everyone was confused by your words, and you snapped your fingers.

-Everything started to go dark for everyone, you heard screams of those around you, who were scared as to what was happening.

-When the darkness faded, everything returned to the meeting of the gods, and you huffed softly, watching from above, complaining quietly, “I swear the next person who messes things up is getting stabbed with a fork then I’m throwing them in front of a semi-truck!!”

-You didn’t know what you did to be stuck in this fate, constantly restarting to prevent the destruction of this universe, but you were getting tired of it. Perhaps you would reset things next time, and just disappear with everyone else.

[rollercoasterwords]

ok here's a slightly meaner sequel to my tiktokification essay i suppose

the thing is i think i'm puzzling this out and i think it's like. the thinking goes:

this fic is popular -> everyone is saying good things about it on the internet -> but i didn't like the fic -> i need to tell people the reasons why i didn't like it so that they can make an informed decision before deciding whether to read, because otherwise they will automatically assume the fic is really good when i think it's not good

and this type of thinking demonstrates a few key things to me.

the fundamental misunderstanding that fanfiction is a unique form of media unlike books, movies, tv shows, or anything else created within a profit economy

an underdeveloped ability for independent critical thought. like...if you are concerned that anyone seeing something get popular on the internet will automatically assume it's good the main thing that tells me is that YOU don't engage critically with media and essentially believe whatever you see on the internet, which is probably why you were so surprised when you went to read something a lot of people liked and discovered that you don't like it.

a staggering lack of self-awareness and an overabundance of entitlement. fanfic writers aren't writing for an audience. they are writing first and foremost for themselves, and maybe also for their friends and communities. they are definitely not writing for you, which means it doesn't fucking matter whether you like it or not.

and it really just boggles my mind to see people act as though they are protecting others or doing them a favor by "warning" about how much they dislike a fic, because it's like...you are not saving anyone money by telling them not to read a fic. you are not protecting them from triggering content, because (assuming that a fic is tagged correctly) people can read the fucking tags and make their own decisions about what they do or do not want to read. and people can open a fic, decide they don't like it for literally any reason, and then close it and move on. so who are you helping???? who????

and this sort of logic that operates under the assumption that it is somehow morally correct to "help" people make "informed decisions" also contributes to this weird moralization of a lot of little things that just boil down to you not liking a certain characterization or decision an author made. like -- key example is people going "oh wolfstar in atyd is toxic." like...by nebulously defining something as "toxic," you get the moral high ground of acting like you are warning people about something morally Bad, when in reality you just don't have very good media literacy. i've also seen this with people throwing around the words "problematic" and "fetishization" without explaining what they're actually talking about--essentially just using buzzwords to give their opinions an air of moral superiority and make it seem like they are doing anything aside from just being hateful to writers who literally never wanted them to read their writing in the first place. so.

[winniethewife]

Thank you for the headcanons winnie😭❤️

You just give the best and most accurate headcanons ever!

Congratulations on the 300 followers, btw😍 You deserve more!

For the second request, I wanna throw off the boys😌

I mean what's the point of requesting if there won't be anything smutty right?!

So, gimme gimme *grabby hands* the headcanons about how our moon boys would react when they are mad and the reader gets turned on by that😃

*looks at the camera breaking the 4th wall* Y'all...Lets do this. Give Mani what she wants.

Pissed/Cross/Enojado

Moon-Knight Smut head canons (Female reader)

Warnings: Smut under the cut, Angry sex, phone sex, degradation, mild violence, general toxicity,

Marc

Marc was pissed off. He had just had a pointless fight over the phone with some guy about something. You weren't paying attention to details.

you were a little more focused on the tingling between your legs

Marc doesn't get mad very often, if ever. So you had no idea what his angry raised voice would do to you.

When he comes into the room he continues to rant and rave, trying to release some of the built up tension That's when he notices your squirming

"Baby are you...are you turned on right now?"

After you hesitantly tell him that yes you are turned on by his behavior, he's taken a back. He doesn't really know how to respond.

It isn't until the next time he's pissed off at something that it comes into play.

You heard him growl intensely as he walked through the door and before you can even ask what's wrong, your back is against the wall and his lips are on yours. His hands grabbing you like you're the answer to all his problems

There's nothing that's going to stop him from taking what he needs

Your pants torn off, his weeping cock at your entrance, as he bites at your neck.

"God...Fuck...Need this...Need you"

Steven

Steven Hardly ever gets Cross. Unless its about work, and Donna.

He was going on and on over the phone to you about how much he was done with Donna and all the shite he had to do as a giftshopist.

you couldn't help but enjoy his irate rambling. a little too much even.

your hand drifting down your body as you listen to his voice, coating your fingers in your slick as you rub your fingers between your damp folds

"And I told her that she should shove it where the light don't shine, or at least I wanted to but...Love? are you alright? it sounds like your whimpering?"

you stop in you tracks and try to figure out how to answer his question. you decide honesty is the best policy and tell him that your touching yourself.

You can hear his breath hitch. he couldn't help it the thought of your fingers inside of you.

"I can be at yours in half an hour. Don't move"

the phone line clicks. and you follow his orders. When he comes rushing in the door you can see the outline of his cock in his pants as he looks at you desperately.

"So...you need me that badly love? well. Let me help with that."

Jake

Jake, knew he had fucked up the second he had thrown that plate. but he was so angry.

as the plate had whizzed past your head you knew you should have been scared, but instead you found your cunt clenching around nothing and your mouth going dry.

"Dios mío, Sstás bien? I'm so sorry, I don't know...what came over me." Oh, my God, are you okay?

He rushes to hold you and be sure you are alright but wasn't expecting this reaction, the way you melted in his arms, the soft moan that escaped your lips as his hands touched your hips. at first he gets more mad, you are turned on by this? of all things?

His grip tightens on you and the way he huffs in anger before quickly bending you over the nearby counter. yanking down your pants as he starts to mutter curses under his breath.

"Putita, just want to be fucked is that it? you like this? You like me like this? well lets see how you feel after this. eh?"

he pushes two fingers into you with frustration, not caring that your not wet enough, not caring as you cry out from the stretch of your walls.

you cry out, the feeling is so good, but almost too much. As he finger fucks you he lets out all his anger on your poor little pussy. bringing you to your climax again and again and again.

"Te gusta cuando estoy enojado? Te mostraré enojado!" Do you like it when I'm angry? I'll show you angry!

~

300 follower celebration

Masterlist

[imightgetbetter]

stress relief

well .. it has been a day and i am so tired but here she is. not totally filthy but definitely not clean either. have fun <3

Of all the times to not listen to Matty’s rants, you could argue that today is the worst. He’s angry, visibly ticked. His accent is thick and if you hadn’t grown up with him, hearing him speak like this, you’d likely not understand a word coming from his mouth. He’s walking across the expanse of your bedroom with a fire under his feet, ranting and raving about something having to do with media coverage and news outlets and an “awful, fucking article” about him. He’s angry, and rightfully so, but being angry with him is the very last thing on your mind.

On your mind is something much more satisfying, a bit busier than pacing around the bedroom. On your mind is something that would alleviate his stress and yours, along with the ache that’s been building between your legs since he left you in bed, this morning. On your mind is the one thing you couldn’t stand to play into for more than a minute or two all day, because if you had, you would have certainly disrupted his workday.

Matty started it this morning. Matty started it by waking you earlier than your alarm and trailing his fingers across your abdomen, playing with the waistband of your underwear and toying with the edge, dipping his fingers into the cotton and playing with the arousal that pooled between your thighs. His mouth kissed along your cheeks and your neck, a gentle drawing of, ‘time to wake up, my love’ in your ear, his finger rubbing pleasurable circles against the bundle of nerves he would say he knows quite well. He felt encouraged by your whines, the fluttering of your eyes and the way your lips searched for his, aching for a kiss. He didn’t waste time, shoving his underwear down his thighs and nearly ripping yours down your legs, the material lost somewhere behind you. His body was warm, tender, and comfortable above you, making love to you in the earliest hours you could dream of. Having him this way felt like a dream, like something that was too good to be true. Having him in your bedroom, in your house, when he is entirely yours – that’s what your entire adolescence dreamed of.

All day, from the moment he kissed you goodbye and walked out the door, has been spent thinking about this morning, about the way he feels between your thighs, the way he feels inside of you. And Matty could tell something was off by the neediness in your texts, the frequency. Normally, you spoke often throughout the day, but not the way you were today. Matty could tell something was off, but before he could properly figure out what it was, someone was pissing him off and telling him things that, although necessary to know, only made him more angry.

And now, this is where you are, leaning against the bathroom door frame, watching as the love of your life burns a hole in the carpet from his paced steps throughout the bedroom. He is still fully dressed, a fitted white shirt (that could make you need him in a matter of seconds) and blue jeans clinging to his waist. His hands are running over his face, and he puffs out an exasperated sigh, “Are you even listening to me, darling?”

“Always listening to you,” you say, but truthfully, you hadn’t heard the last three sentences coming from his mouth. All you were thinking about was the belt around his waist and how it would take maybe seven seconds to smoothly get his jeans around his ankles.

“I don’t think you’ve listened to me in about seven minutes.”

“Truth?”

“I’d like to hear it, yeah,” Matty says, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting for you rather impatiently to say what the reason might be.

Coming off the doorframe, you walk directly to him, your hands immediately getting to work against the belt buckle. Matty looks at you in awe, a moment passing before the faintest glimmer of a smile itches its way into the corner of his mouth. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you fucking me all day. Needed you so badly all day.” Matty smirks, his breath hitching in his throat when you scratch along the very edge of the waistline of his pants, his stomach growing tight under you. “And I like how you speak when you’re angry.” His eyes widen as you sink to your knees, your hands pulling his jeans down with ease. “And I have a way to fix your problem and mine. Once I’m all done, I’ll listen, I promise.”

“I think you’ve gone absolutely mad.” Matty is smirking, though, laughing, and his hands are already reaching around your hair and beginning to wrap is up around his hand. He won’t last long like this, and he certainly wouldn’t say no to you – ever. “Can I be angry for a minute without you trying to jump me?”

“Maybe if you look and sound less sexy while doing so, then sure, I’ll be able to control myself and act appropriately.”

Matty laughs, shaking his head, trying to figure out how to say anything that would even compare to that. He definitely has those moment with you. He feels this way when you’re working, when you’re writing, especially when you’re deeply focused, because you get this look on your face that tells him you’re off limits, and like anyone, that makes him need you even more. Matty finds you insatiable in the best way, desired and fun. He couldn’t ever get enough of you, and it’s absolutely enamoring to see you feel the same way towards him. He would never question how you feel, especially not now, seeing you on your knees in front of him.

“Tell me about your day, again,” you say, already beginning to leave innocent kisses along the inside of his thigh, your fingertips running along his happy trail. “Tell me all about it while I’m also hard at work.”

[ariesbilly]

Billy who is adamant about him being the aggressor when it came to interactions with Karen and how it wasn’t fucked up, even when Steve brings up how it was, because it was only to cover his ass from people finding out he was gay so what difference did it make if she was into him? He was practically an adult anyway and the way he worked on his body obviously she was going to be attracted to him, it’s not that serious, steve. So Steve’s learned to just bite his tongue about it and move on

But then when max is 17/18 billy catches some older guy creeping on her at the mall and gets pissed and causes a whole scene because she’s a child, asshole, what kind of scumbag are you

And later at home when billys still ranting and raving about creepy old men having the audacity steve mumbles “yeah…sounds familiar…” and billy once again starts going off about how the Karen thing was different until it hits him he was Max’s age and he’s older now, has more awareness for how young that actually was and it makes him sick and it all starts hitting him at once the reality of what happened and how Karen should’ve shut his flirtations down immediately and never entertained them and he still blames himself for starting it but Steve’s there holding him while billy breaks down about it telling him no matter what he did it was never his fault and Karen should’ve known better and fuck her for not

[gaily-daily-musings]

I am not strong enough, hate at first sight?

Anakin has no idea what the fuck he did to make the hot english barista hate him. He'd been hearing about this new cafe from all his friends for months before finally caving in and going. They'd rant and rave about the tea and biscuits and whatever else the place sold. It was exhausting listening to them go on and on and how he had to go and why hasn't he gone yet? It was just tea. It couldn't be that good.

He lets Ahsoka and Padme drag him to the little shop on a sunny Saturday afternoon. He tries to protest he didn't even like tea that much but they won't take no for an answer.

It's quaint inside, made to look homy and inviting. Like you're going to a friend's house for a cuppa. Padme and Ahsoka order first in front of him so he can take some time to look at the menu. To say that the man taking their order behind the counter is pleasant is an understatement. He is the very visage of Politeness itself. He practically glows, like all he's ever wanted in life is to serve his homemade biscuits to the good people of America.

Then Padme and Ahsoka step away. The man–name tag declaring him Obi-Wan–finally looks at Anakin. His entire face falls flat.

Anakin is not a vain person per se. He doesn't obsess over getting views on Instagram or TikTok, but he is aware of his handsomeness and his effect on people. He has never in his life elicited this reaction before.

Obi-Wan eyes him up and down with absolute disgust. It's almost a physical thing that practically sends Anakin taking a step back.

“Did you want to order something, sir?” Obi-Wan's voice drips with disdain.

Anakin stiffens. “Uh, uh yeah?”

He's no stranger to hostile conversations. He's had (has) a bad temper in the past and let it lead him to one too many fights. On a normal day he'd give back Obi-Wan's snark ten times what he receives. On a normal day he'd probably tell him to fuck off and storm out. But Anakin is not prepared for it today. Today he is simply dumbfounded, and his brain is too slow to process the hatred rolling off the other man in waves.

“And what would you like?”

Anakin snaps out of his momentary daze. “The special, I guess?”

Obi-Wan sighs like this is the worst thing he could possibly say. He rings Anakin up and takes his money.

“It'll be right out, sir.”

Anakin wanders over to where Padme and Ahsoka stand, still trying to understand what just happened.

“What just happened?” Ahsoka asks, frowning at him. “What did you say to Obi-Wan? I've never seen him like that before.”

“Me?! I didn't do anything! I've never even seen him before today!”

Padme and Ahsoka share a look like they don't believe him. Clearly this must be his fault.

“You already know I've never been here!” Anakin growls, getting angry now that the confusion has passed. “I didn't even want to come to this shitty place! Who the fuck even wants tea when we can–”

“Order up!”

Anakin turns to see Padme’s and Ahsoka’s orders being brought to the counter. They pick up their drinks and thank the man. Anakin glares at him. Obi-Wan doesn't necessarily glare back, but his gaze does harden. Pompous ass.

It takes about 10 minutes for his drink to finally get done. At least 5 other people get their orders before him. By the time Obi-Wan calls out his name Anakin is ready to start swinging. It shouldn't even matter. This place was out of the way for him anyway. He was never going to come back here. What did it matter if the owner hated him?

“What is your problem?” Anakin hisses, putting his hands down on the counter beside his drink.

“We're a bit short staffed today. Apologies for the inconvenience.”

“You served like 5 people ahead of me!”

“Did I?”

Anakin grits his teeth. He picks up his cup ready to splash the man in the face. But then again he did pay for it and it'd be a waste of money. It probably tasted like piss though.

“You know what?” Anakin breaths out his nose, just like his therapist had taught him. “You're not even worth it.”

He spins around to head out and join his friends when Obi-Wan's voice stops him.

“Funny, that's what you said in your review too.”

Anakin's shoes squeak across the floor as he pauses. He frowns as the words jumble around inside his head. They click into place like puzzle pieces with a final, horrible epiphany.

[Never been but my friends won't shut up about it. Probably not even worth it. One star.]

Anakin swivels back around to see Obi-Wan turning to attend another customer. His smile is back on his face like it never even left.

Fuck.