#the reason no one wants to hear it is because it's the most fucking depraved visnov ever produced by man

[agave]

no one wants to hear this including me but saya from saya no uta is canonically transgender, so

[starogeorgina]

𝐊𝐞𝐩𝐚

Paring: Daemon Targaryen × reader, Harwin Strong x reader, Criston Cole × reader

Warnings: Swearing, oral sex, fingering, titty sucking

1.02

It had been days since you left your quarters, and the feeling of isolation and loneliness was plaguing you while you got over whatever sickness you had. You spoke to Rhaenyra previously, and she assured you nothing was going on between her and Ser Harwin, that she merely invited him to her chambers so they could speak privately since he caught her in a compromising position with one of her most recent lovers, Lady Laena Velaryon. Which explains why Daemon would implicate your sister; his ego was bruised and he was mad. Lady Laena hadn’t ended their affair because she had been betrothed to another; it’s because she wants to be with Rhaenyra instead.

Although her confession made you feel ashamed for even doubting her, which was another reason you sought isolation.

You hadn’t seen your own lover or husband in just over a month. Harwin had returned to Harrenhal with his father the morning after you confronted him about why he was at your sister's quarters, and since he was vague, the questioning turned into a heated argument. And your father, King Viserys, had sent Daemon on some errand, which meant him leaving the keep.

You hear a knock at your door, and before you can call for it to be opened, someone enters your chambers. You raise a brow, seeing it’s Ser Criston instead of one of your handmaids. You hadn’t exchanged a word with the knight since you left his bedchamber after sharing a brief sexual encounter.

“Princess,” he bows.

“Ser Cristion,” you say, picking up your cup of wine and sinking down onto one of the plush red chairs. “What can I do for you?”

The knight begins to ramble some weak excuse on why he visited your private quarters when he had no business being there. You shut out his words as you focus on his gaze. The hunger in his eyes has caught your attention, as has the way he soaks up your appearance. The black dress you chose in the morning hugged your curves in all the right places, especially your breasts.

Ser Cristion didn’t come because he wanted to talk to you; he came because he wanted to fuck you.

“What is it you desire, my good knight?”

Standing tall, his eyes meet yours. “To please you, princess, That night we spent together, I focused only on my own pleasure and not on yours. I wish to rectify that.”

You don’t answer right away, deliberately leaving him hanging. When he takes a sharp breath, preparing himself for whatever you would reply, you slowly spread your legs open and bunch up your skirts, revealing your bare chest to him. Criston was a handsome man; his personality was questionable considering he was nothing more than a hypocrite, but who were you to refuse such an offer?

“You may please me with your mouth, but that is all.”

For a split second, you think Criston is going to leave when he faces the door, but instead of leaving, he locks it and then returns his gaze to you. You finish your wine as he kneels in front of you. He kisses your thigh, then moves his attention to your core and lets out an animalistic groan. Your eyes stay glued to him as he sucks on your clit, and your fingers tangle into his dark hair, keeping his mouth where it feels best.

You desperately wished it was someone you loved pleasing you, but yet here you are squirming around the tongue of a man you didn’t even care for, acting like a depraved whore.

—

The hour was late, and the sudden dip in the bed causes you to stir. Groggily, you rub your eyes, “Daemon?”

“My apologies for waking you, my love; I know the hour is late,” he shuffles closer to you in the bed. His bare chest is pressing against your back. “I was away much longer than I anticipated, if I had known—”

“I love you, Daemon Targaryen,” you whisper.

He seems taken aback by your sudden admission, and guilt swirls in your stomach. You had important information to tell him, but now wasn’t the time. Not when you were both exhausted.

“I don't deserve you, my sweet wife,” he says, pressing his lips against your bare shoulder. “But I'm never leaving your side again.”

—

“I was merely training him on how to please a woman properly.”

When neither of you could find sleep, you had a jug of wine and a platter of fresh fruit brought to your quarters. You now sit curled beside Daemon on one of the plush couches.

“Hmm, perhaps he won’t be such an insufferable cunt,” Daemon smirks before sipping on his wine. He found it rather amusing that you let Cole lick your cunny, but nothing else. “So... did you enjoy him tasting your sweet little cunt?”

“Hmm, I prefer your mouth on me.”

He pulls the thin fabric of your nightgown down low enough for your breasts to be exposed to him. Droplets of wine still linger on Daemon's lips when he takes your hardened nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipple before he sucks on your flesh.

You giggle. “I’ve definitely missed you.”

Daemon moves his hand along your thigh, feeling the softness of your well-pampered skin beneath his fingers, before he reaches your wet core and sinks two fingers deep into your cunny. “I’ve missed you and your insatiable appetite. You’ve really got the tightest cunt I’ve ever felt.”

You moan at his words.

Greedily, he sucks on your breast while tapping at your clit with his thumb and speeding up his actions of sliding two fingers into your soaking core until the coil in your stomach snaps and his fingers are coated in your slick.

Smiling, you lean forward and nuzzle into his neck, his arms wrapping around you. “Hmm, I’m glad you are home; you have a task of the utmost importance to attend to valzȳrys.”

He rests his cheek against the top of your head while running his fingers through your hair. “And what would that be, ābrazȳrys?”

“You're going to need to find the perfect dragon egg to go in the cradle.”

It takes him a minute to process what you’ve just told him, then he smiles widely. “You are with child?”

You place one of his hands flat on your stomach and say, “Yes, my love, I’m with child.”

—

You nod your head and smile at the lords and ladies congratulating you. It hadn’t taken long for word of your growing family to spread around the keep. Your father was ecstatic and insisted on throwing a grand feast to celebrate, which Daemon agreed to help organize. Rhaenyra had gifted you with the finest silk dresses to accommodate a growing body and toys for the baby. And all of the attention you received was a favorable distraction from missing Harwin so much.

When you reach the doorway to the library, you tell the knight accompanying you that he doesn’t need to follow you since nobody else has access to it aside from the royal family. Spotting the book Daemon intended to read to you next, you reach out to take it, but your arm is suddenly snatched back.

A small gasp escapes your lips. “Ser Criston?”

Cristion’s grip tightens around your arm as he pulls you further away from the doorway room. With a devilish glare in his eyes, he asks, “Are you pregnant?”

“Get your hands off me.”

You have been so busy since finding out you're pregnant that you haven’t even spoken with the knight since the night he came to your quarters. An unintentional slight on your end.

“Let go of me, or I will scream.”

He looks down at your arm to see how tightly he’s squeezing it, and let's go. “Are you pregnant?” He repeats. When you don’t answer him, he takes your silence as a yes. “How far along?”

“That is none of—”

“How far along?”

Seeing the pleading look in his eyes, you sigh, “It’s been three moons since I last bled.”

His face falls.

“Criston…”

“Why?” he barks, and you immediately recoil. “Why did you need to drag me into whatever messed-up game you and the Prince are playing?”

“I will admit I made the first move that night, but you could have thrown me out. And you are the one who tried to pursue me afterwards, so don’t play innocent.”

Cristion takes a step backwards, as though he's wrestling with something internally. He breathes angrily as his eyes move up and down, taking in the slightest swell in your stomach.

You clear your throat. “I know what you're thinking. That’s how long it’s been since we... Daemon knows.”

“And he doesn’t care?”

“No. He loves me, and he will love this child. His child.”

He remains silent as you brush by him. You were a fool for ever going to Criston that night, knowing how cruel he can be and how close he is to the queen. “I wonder how the king would feel if he heard his own precious princess wasn’t sure who the father of her child was.”

You laugh. “Why don’t you share that theory, Cole? I’m sure my father, the king and husband Prince Daemon would love to hear it.”

He glares at you.

“We all need to live with the consequences of our actions, and I have done things that I’m ashamed of, but if you ever utter a threat to me or my family again, nothing will be able to save you from the wrath of my dragon. Do you understand?”

When Criston says nothing, you get the book for Daemon, and as you're leaving the library, you hear a muffled ‘spoiled cunt’ fall from the knight's lips.

—

Taking a deep breath, you pinch the bridge of your nose. Of course, there was a very slim chance that Daemon wasn’t the biological father of your baby… but there was still a chance since you forgot to drink moon tea after sleeping with both Harwin, Criston and Daemon within twenty for hours.

Entering your quarters, you immediately notice something feels different—a shift in energy. You call out, “Daemon?”

He appears within seconds, his expression hard to read. He kisses your cheek and says, “There’s someone here who wishes to speak with you.”

“Who?”

“Try as you might, you cannot hide anything from me,” he says quietly. “I sent a raven asking for his return.”

Your lips part slightly as the question of who he wrote lingers on your lips, but in seconds you turn a corner and come face to face with Harwin. Your eyes swell with tears.

He stands at attention, “princess.”

“Harwin…”

Husband - Valzȳrys

Wife - Ābrazȳrys

[olderthannetfic]

Re: discourse about using outliers / the worst examples of a group to justify generalizations-- this is also a problem with the femslash wank asks

I'm one of those filthy f/f folks who actually does want to see more femslash relative to mascslash, but I'm not anti-fujo or a terf or telling ppl to change their own tastes. I'm proship / SALS and kinkmato and I think fujoshi are great; I appreciate their massive contribution to fandom culture including AO3's existence itself

But some ppl seem like they just hate f/f fandoms generally and want a reason to bitch about us? and I've felt super demoralized by it whenever I read your blog lately

Like the complaints about f/f being too wholesome and fluffy and that this is somehow bad?? tumblr is C O V E R E D with cutesey fluffy bubbly m/m art using That Artstyle we all know and nobody complains about it. But when sapphic art is like this suddenly its cause we're boring sexless puritans who dont know what pussy should look like? The huge amount of kinky weird depraved f/f thats out there gets totally erased and the wholesome stuff gets scapegoated as a symbol of regressiveness.

Or the constant lecturing to "JuSt CrEaTe It YoUrSeLf" as if nobody who says they want more f/f would actually be making it??? How do you KNOW they're not making it? Are you stalking the tumblr of every ao3 f/f author to make sure they never expressed the opinion you hate , and vice versa??

Yeah a few awful ppl have been super obnoxious, terfy, or puritanical bullies with how they talk about this topic. But when you constantly bring those people up to demonize talking about it at all it feels like you're creating a taboo around it because you want those annoying lesbian feminists to shut the fuck up. Cause how dare we, right? How dare we express desire for something in a way that reminds you patriarchy exists.

You won't even let us express that we're bitter or sad about feeling like a minority even amongst other queer women. You won't let us express simple jealousy without interpreting that jealousy in the most terfy antiship bad faith way possible!

I won't defend those who actually harass ppl or moralize over ships. I won't defend anti-fujos. But when you constantly lump me in with those people just because I looked at AO3 stats and went "Hmmm, it would be cool if this was more balanced :/" or whatever it feels like you just don't want me to say anything at all

--

Is this about me personally? Yes, I agree that topics that are repetitive start to feel like an attack.

But with regards to AO3 stats, this is my pet peeve, as you probably know if you read here often, and I'm unlikely to stop being angry about it.

AO3 is extremely unusual in the history of fandom for being a very big, very multifandom site that is not m/m-specific but where m/m outnumbers other things. There have been large-ish slash archives before. There have been and still are other large, multifandom archives, from FFN and Wattpad, which are in AO3's weight class, to medium size ones like MediaMiner. The spaces that aren't m/m-specific generally have f/m vastly outnumbering m/m. They also make it harder to get stats than AO3 does.

I don't have an issue with people looking at overall fandom stats and complaining that f/f has the short end of the stick when it comes to fanfic broadly. I do object to people pulling only AO3 stats and going "The one anomalous clubhouse that looks like this is the problem" and pointing at m/m.

It's the same problem you point out, just in another direction. After being told "Okay, but the amount of m/m..." constantly for years, people are fed up and never want to hear it again. Even if it's phrased nicely. Even if the person saying it is also hurting.

[pastrydragon]

Can I ask for general relationship fluff hcs with your favorite Batman rogues?

How about some PDA headcanons?

Riddler

Will literally take time during his crime broadcasts to brag about his SO.

If they’re willing to play “Lovely Assistant” during his show he’ll even give them a quick kiss on camera if they do something he thinks is particularly cute.

Edward will dispense romantic compliments, hugs and kisses to his SO anytime anywhere.

Emphasis on romantic.

He’s kind of uncomfortable with sexual PDA, suggestive flirting and subtle touches are nice but anything too obvious will upset him.

He prefers to keep the details of his sex life private and enjoys being the only one who gets to see his SO that way.

Scarecrow 

I wouldn’t go so far as to call Jonathan an exhibitionist but he definitely appreciates his SO giving him affection in front of others.

While few and far between, John has had some romantic relationships, but none of those people ever wanted to be with him publicly.

It was always “Too soon” “Unprofessional” or worst of all, “Embarrassing”

So when his current SO gives him a long kiss on the mouth in front of his friends he practically turns to goo.

He gets a little thrill when his partner gives him a kiss on the neck or grope on the ass in public.

Not because people are watching, but because it means SO thinks he’s desirable and is proud to be with him, it gives a sense of permanence to the relationship in his mind.

Mad Hatter

Most of the time Jervis prefers to keep his affections low key in public.

Unless of course he feels like someone is giving his SO unwanted attention. (Certainly unwanted by him at any rate.)

Jervis doesn’t like to admit it but he can be a tad possessive.

Preferably he’ll take a seat in SO’s lap and start kissing them on the cheeks and fiddling with their shirt collar.

The man is a menace and isn’t above salacious promises to get his SO to go home early with him if the source of unwanted attention won’t take a damn hint.

Alternatively he could simply hypnotize the unwanted attention into walking away(and off a short pier.) if his SO is openly annoyed at the unwanted attention.

Penguin

The only person on this list that refrains from too much PDA out of a sense of propriety.

Possessiveness, personal insecurity and a general preference for privacy are all reasons he understands perfectly well, but he’s mostly interested in retaining a certain kind of image.

He’s a man of class, charm and elegance. 

He actively avoids crass displays and only engages in purely romantic interactions with SO while in public.

A light peck on the cheek or cooed compliment are both common displays from him.

He does enjoy showing his partner off to friends and associates just like any other prideful bird, but never in a a vulgar way.

Two Face

Harvey is a possessive bastard.

He does NOT like people leering at his lover for any amount of time.

Even if it’s because they’re being affectionate with him.

Harvey is the kind of boyfriend that rents private rooms at restaurants so he can hit on his date in peace.

It’s honestly a bit silly.

Harley

Harley wouldn’t know “modest” if it bit her on the booty shorts.

She’ll make out with her date in a public park at 2pm.

And it’s 50/50 whether she keeps it completely above the belt.

This women will say depraved shit that belongs buried in the depths of 2010 wattpad to her SO while in hearing distance of 20 different people.

No hesitation no regret.

She doesn’t even get off on it she just genuinely doesn’t care who hears, it’s honestly kind of impressive.

Catwomen

EVIL.

She’s not doing this for the pleasure of the act itself she’s doing this to torture SO specifically.

Selina will slide her fingernails from the top of SO’s spine and into their back pocket for a squeeze while no one is looking.

She’ll whisper everything she’s going to do to them later while no ones listening.

Then she’ll slip inside jokes about it into the conversations she’s having with other people just to fuck around with them further.

Finally, she’ll disappear into the night in the shadow of her broken promises… Until she shows up at SO’s house an hour later.

Poison Ivy

Very similar to Harley in lack of fucks to give.

She should be able to freely show her SO affection regardless of who’s there.

And woe to those who disagree with her.

Any complaints about her being “inappropriate” will be met with a handful of hay fever to the face.

And any cat calling or wolf whistling will be met with a garden pot full of death to the everywhere. 

Music Meister

This man will go as far as his partner lets him, he’s pretty much done away with the concept of “socially acceptable behavior” since becoming a supervillain. 

He was never a fan of that jazz anyway.

Besides the most extreme reaction he gets from fellow rogues to his shenanigans is to be told to “Get a room!” By Oswald.

Everyone else generally just rolls their eyes or teases him.

So besides outright having sex in front of someone he’s up for anything!

And hey, if it was the right person watching, Something could probably be arranged~

[dairy-farmer]

:3c you know Red Tornado? DC has MANY Advanced Andriods. Alien technologies.

And paranoid Timmy's.

What if Bruce gets thrown into the time stream again? Or too a different planet? Or is injured? Being Batman nearly destroyed Dick. It certainly destroyed his RELATIONSHIP with Dick. The family can't survive it happening again.

Protocols need to be adjusted. Contingencies made.

A back up Batman.

It doesn't have to be convincing, just a real enough stop-gap to hold the line. Maybe stand in for Bruce when both Bruce and Batman have to be seen at the same time. Tim doesn't know why they've never thought of this before! (He has. Decided it was a Bad Idea.) It's brilliant! (NOo, It's still a Bad Idea.)

So during his down time? He starts making the body. Best materials on the market, programs matching up EXACT coloration on skin and hair. Synthetic skin to cover andriod flesh and bones. Perfect! Looks eerily close to Bruce. If he held perfectly still, expressionless, and didn't not breathe.

It's not... EXACTLY the same, obviously. But then, Tim's not a pervert. And the batsuit gives the right illusion, so who cares! And? WEEKS of work in? Tim stumbles to his work computer... and makes a Mistake(tm).

Because Tim IS a pervert.

He just hides it well. And HAS hidden it well for about a decade now. As he followed Batman and Robin around the city, in costume and out. In "Mask" and out.

Because Brucie? Fucked. A lot. And Batman's flings on rooftops with Catwoman were infamous. Tim has seen most of them. Watched most of it. The panting, the groaning, the pleasure. Watched his hands do clever, depraved, things to willing bodies. Watched them squeel and beg. Ride him and suck him and be fucked like toys.

Tim has A LOT of pictures. Videos. The quality only improving, as he became Robin. Was able to get closer. The way his hips rolled, his muscles moved, how he adjusted his script partner by partner. Tim KNOWS it. Has secretly gotten off to it. More then few times.

It is his porn stash.

Problem? He's named it innocuously. Just one of many Bruce video files. Lectures and fights, for him to review. See, Bruce? Nothing untoward! No need to dig deeper!

And he is tired As SHIT. The world is kinda swaying and he wants to pass out. But he needs to start the machine learning program. Click. Got it. Okay, now the video flies of behaviors Tim wants the Android Bruce to emulate. Learn.

They sure to all blend together, don't they?

He DEFINITELY clicked and dragged his "Batman patrolling and Being Generally Batman" bulk file, right? And not, say, his PORN stash of Bruce Fucking. Certainly not. He's not THAT tired! Ha ha...

Anyway! Off to bed! For a festive little coma nap!

And then he stumbles off.

Leaving the Learning Andriod UNSUPERVISED and with incomplete instructions. Well, THAT won't do. Decides B, after he has finished his information packet. How is he supposed to do his Very Important Job, without a cock? Thank goodness he is still plugged in! He can download whatever information he thinks he needs! Again, unsupervised!

What could go wrong? >:Dc

And, well, B comes to some Conclusions(tm). With no one there to stop him or be a sounding board. OBVIOUSLY, he was created because the weak, fleshy, HUMAN Batman failed to recognize his Creator's ardent love and unwavering support. Took him for granted. He, the SUPERIOR B(atman), recognize that his Creator has NEEDS.

That his Creator deserves to have those Needs met. Not ignored in the pursuit of shameless others.

He ALSO realizes? That the REASON his Creator has be struggling and striving so hard, is because he is not being acknowledged! So, he will not need to go OUT and ENDANGER himself, once he has a Proper Batman supporting him!

This makes perfect sense to B.

Tim? Wake up the INSTANT he hears the hum of Lockdown charging up. He did NOT order that. Shit. Tries to go for his phone to override aaand? Nope! Pinned and click! Wrists handcuffed with Kryptonian grade cuffs, to his bedframe. Faster then a human can react.

Oh shit. Rouge Andriod. He's gonna die.

Lockdown finishes charging up and then they are completely cut off. At least Oracle will be getting pinged that it went live. Knowing his family, they WILL break in to check on him. But that will take hours. He might not have hours.

Except instead of pain? Fingers begin to tease his chest. No amount of squirming can escape it. Feather light teasing, brushing down and down, barely brushing skin. Making him hyper aware of where he's being touched. His sleep pants are gone. Fingers that VIBRATE, swirling and grinding a place only he's ever touched.

Tim RECOGNIZES Bruce's tricks. Realizes with horror what must have happened. But that won't stop the overwhelming feeling when those fingers slickly slide deep and grind. Find his good spots and torment until he wants to sob. Til his body is beyond relaxed and actively gushing.

Then B has him by the hips, with hands that could crush STEEL, and is pushing into him. No hurry. No frantic lust. Just unrelenting pleasure for Tim, because B is a machine and can't physically feel any of this.

He's just enjoying this intellectually.

Watching his Creator fall apart. Gasp and whimper. Cry out and beg. The little ahh, ahhs, punched out of him. Being able to meet his depraved little needs. Stuff him so full of seed substitute, he bulges. Then take care of his other holes. It's nice~♡

And by the Time Dick, Clark, and of course, BRUCE, kick down the door? Tim has completely tapped out. Is AWASH in fake cum and will need several IVs of fluids. Dropped so hard into his own head and the glow of sex, he's somewhere on Saturn.

Clark takes B's fuckin head off.

Dick seriously considers melting him for slag metal, now sentient Andriod or not.

Bruce just speedruns the Personal Revelations(tm) he has at see someone that looks EXACTLY like him fucking Tim through the mattress and gets Tim out of there. Will he be revisiting the bolt of lust he felt, seeing Tim spread out and debauched like that? Obsessively.

So will Dick.

There's probably gonna be a threesome. But that's AFTER Andriod smack downs!

Thoughts?

-🐼🐼🐼

👀👀👀👀👀👀!!!! tim accidentally creating a failsafe-esque robot but with a 'stand in for bruce' intent and accidentally creating a sex bot who comes to the clear conclusion that he was created to fuck his creator!!!! this is so good, tim having a secret stash and attraction to bruce that comes back to bite him in the ass in the form of his robot literally learning how to best fuck tim.

clark outraged and thinking he's helping and both dick and bruce coming to the realization they are very much interested in seeing tim debauched like that again.

[booburry]

WIP Wednesday - Dieter x F!Reader x Javi G

18+; MDNI

I hope to have this one shot out before the end of the week, we will see how much overtime I need to do at work. (Might just tell them to fuck off cause I need to write depraved smut about two handsome boys but I don't think they would understand)

Setup: Dieter & Javier Gutierrez are working on an upcoming project together and, to help with their creative process, they are spending more time together. This results in a dinner with the three of you, something you greatly anticipate because Javi Gutierrez is your 'hall pass'. Takes place a few months after the release of the documentary.

Tags: Sober Dieter, Dieter still being chaotic, Dieter liking to watch, Javi being soft and seduced, Reader being a switch, mention of Dieter touching himself, Reader & Dieter in established relationship

A/N: First time writing Javi, second time writing Dieter. Any feedback you wonderful people have is greatly appreciated as I continue to lead myself into the deep plunge that is Mr. Pascal's rich universe of diverse and ridiculously irresistible characters

Immediately you and Javier dive into a fast paced conversation, Spanish rolling off your tongue as if it was your native language, Javi’s eyes widening as he engaged with you, Deiter immediately drumming his fingers against the table.

He managed to hold in his words a lot longer than you thought he would, given how impatient he normally is.

“I don’t fuckin’ speak that,” Dieter interjected, Javi’s eyes immediately darting to look at him as he leaned back into his chair—you hadn’t noticed how close you both had leaned into each other. With a smirk, you gracefully turned to look at Dieter.

“I would think for a piece like this, you would learn his language.” You pouted to him playfully, but something in the base of your belly screamed at how you would love to hear that beautiful language come out of that man while he had you under him—all the degrading and dirty ways he would speak to you. Javi enthusiastically agreed with a solid and excited ‘Yes!’, regarding Deiter learning Spanish, but you and him weren’t looking at Javi.

You watched as Dieter initially rejected the idea almost immediately, knowing he would have to put a substantial amount of effort into something that was for a single role. It had been a part of his re-instated values for himself when returning to acting while ensuring his sobriety. He wasn’t going to deep dive into the method, and he wasn’t going to get lost in it…he needed to always want to be grounded within himself—or within you.

But as you just watched him, line after line of what you wanted to hear Dieter say passing from one ear to another, you felt your body fill with an insatiable lust for something you could not have but desperately wanted. It was the subconscious bite of your lower lip that made Dieter shift his expression, suddenly realizing that there was a reason to learn such a thing beyond a single role, even if he didn’t know exactly what it was.

“What do I get out of it?” He asked you, his voice lower than his usual tone, matching the darkening behind his gaze, the flare of his nostrils as a corner of his mouth twitched upwards. You smiled, feeling like you had managed to lure Dieter and catch him with your request, now you just had to reel him in.

Slowly you leaned forward, lifting your body from your seat so that the tips of your noses were almost touching. While Dieter was fully focused on you, the world around you two most definitely melding away in his mind, you were very mindful of Javi’s gaze on you both and you couldn’t help but wish to catch two fish with one net.

“You show me what you do with that mouth,” you whispered, your finger raising to run over Dieter’s cracked lips as your eyes followed, before snapping your gaze back to meet his, “and I promise to show you something new I can do with mine.” You saw the relaxation within Dieter’s gaze, a momentary release from the tension you knew was building within his body while also being satisfied with your terms. You knew it drove him wild when you would act forwardly in any public setting, especially one as intimate as this, and his gaze held a promise he would later show you how satisfied your words left him feeling.

“Wow!” Javi exhaled the word like it was his last, exasperated, breath and it reminded you and Dieter to pay attention to the other member of this dinner party. You turned to apologize, wanting to be polite yet desperate to know if you had caught two fish with your little display, and as you saw Javi watch you with childish awe and excitement, you knew it had worked.

His eyes washed over your body as his eyebrows fell into rest as he continued to soak you up, a soft and shy smile twitching across his lips before he looked at Dieter.

“I now understand, my friend, what you meant when we first met.”

All Dieter did was provide a shrug full of self-satisfied pride as you rested back into your chair, brazenly crossing your legs in a way that let both men have a peek at what lay beneath your silken dress—nothing but your beautiful, delicious, soaked and well fucked, pussy.

They both could not help but look, Dieter naturally adding flares and dramatics to his motions, while Javi briefly unabashedly stared before locking eyes with you and giving a few soft, short, and shy nods before quickly casting his gaze to the ground.

It brought a satisfied and endearing smile to your lips as you reached out a hand to rest it on top of Javi’s, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance. It felt impossible how soft his sun-kissed skin was, how warm his hands felt under yours—it all matched his aura and demeanour.

Truly, the man was more enamouring than you could have ever imagined and you could tell the gesture was something he greatly appreciated and responded to based on how lost and lonely he looked when you withdrew your hand, turning your gaze back to Dieter who seemed to be watching the same thing.

“You saying sweet things about me, love?” You ask with a false sense of surprise, Dieter softly laughing before gesturing an open hand towards Javi.

“You wanna tell her what I said?” He asked, pitching his chin to his chest to be able to look at the man above his sunglasses. The posture alone always made your nostrils flare to allow you a deep enough breath to still your heart from beating faster, but it was how you saw Javi squirm at the question that made your thighs clench and pussy quake.

His eyes darted to you as you leaned towards him, purposefully positioning yourself so your plump breasts were pushed up and within anyone’s vision if they were to look at your face. You watched as his throat slowly clenched as he strained to swallow, the tight shirt he wore giving away to the short and shallow breaths he was allowing himself as he gained the faintest red hue to his complexion before he looked back at Dieter as if to clarify if he should.

Your eyes did not leave Javi, so you had no idea what Dieter did, but you assumed it was a gesture or mouthed words, for Javi hesitantly looked back at you bearing a grave expression as if he was about to tell you one of your loved ones had passed away. It swirled a storm in your stomach to see innocent Javi torture himself over whatever Dieter told him about you, which would have been nowhere near the worst and most degrading things he has said about you or to you. Yet you could see it tear the sweet man apart inside, afraid to hurt or offend while what his vision soaked in evoked an opposite desire.

You slowly reached out and placed your hand on his.

“Whisper it to me in Spanish, Javi.” You softly asked of him, your gaze not leaving his while giving him your best ‘fuck me’ eyes. You could see it twist him on the inside before giving a few short, shallow, nods of his head.

“Now I really understand what you meant.” He spoke as if out of breath, his chest rising and falling like he had just run a marathon, yet he still did not repeat the things Dieter said.

“You still haven’t told me what sweet praises Dieter said about me…” You whispered this time as you dragged your index finger over his hand and up his arm, lightly pressing your pointed nail into his skin. Suddenly Javi grabbed your hands and cradled them within his, pulling you from how you had yourself positioned so that he could look at you directly with nothing but an earnest and soft expression of admiration.

“Encantadora...” He whispered to you, but you knew that wasn’t what Dieter had told him because, among the many things he called you that you loved to hear, he would have never described you as ‘enchanting’. “He said you are like a pheromone, irresistibly beautiful and bright, a star from the sky among the mortal man.” Javi continued to whisper to you words you knew definitely would not have come from Dieter’s lips, and the realization of that evaporated your bravado as you suddenly became soft and entranced under Javi’s gaze and praises.

Briefly, the sound of Dieter’s sarcastic, amused, sharp laugh pulled you from Javi, but he squeezed your hands while his face tracked yours as it moved, his eyes always pinned to yours, a soft smile on his delicious lips.

“I did not think a person like that could exist but I finally understand why he made such claims...” Javi admitted, raising a hand briefly to kindly and gratefully gesture towards Dieter before turning his attention back to you. “Look at you, Hermosa, in all of your glory.” He whispered his praise as he continued to acknowledge you with unimaginable awe and disbelief.

The words and expressions were too much, causing you to widely smile and uncharacteristically pull your hand away to cover your face, overwhelmed and extremely bashful from all of his compliments. Silence lingered for a moment, Javi’s hands still gripping your single one, his thumbs delicately drawing circles over the back of it and you only blushed harder.

“No…shit!” Dieter exclaimed with a small slam of the table, before realising his antics and apologizing to the others around them. He leaned into the table, you barely seeing him as you continued to cover your face and look down, trying to search and sense what was going on in your body and mind. “This needs to fucking happen.” He demanded, stabbing his finger into the table with an intense amount of purpose. You felt Javi release your hand and sit back, worried you may have done something wrong and feeling your own sadness at the loss of his touch, you quickly glanced at him only to see he was confused.

But you knew what Dieter was referring to.

“I do not understand, Mr. Bravo, we already agreed to the movie?” He asked as his face pinched into an adorable expression of innocent confusion, as if he had completely forgotten where you and he had been just a moment ago, what sparks were erupting between you two, the carnal desires stoked from your locked eyes. Dieter just grunted, seemingly annoyed with the sweet man’s innocent mind.

“Can’t believe you guys are—Javi, she wants you to fuck her.” He bluntly stated and you watched as Javi’s eyes widened beyond their natural stretch at Dieter and his claim before looking at you. “Love, Javi obviously wants to fuck you…who wouldn’t?” He added the question with a hand lovingly and hungrily running down your back. “And now, I need to fuckin’ see it happen. So…cheque? Cheque, please!”

Dieter looked around the room to see many eyes were now on the three of you after his loud proclamations on how Javi and you wanted to have sex and how Deiter greatly wanted to watch.

“Yeah, yeah.” He groaned while waving a dismissing hand towards a table of four seniors who looked at him with complete disgust. “We’re almost out of here, we just need our CHEQUE! PLEASE!” Dieter bellowed and you had to hide your grin, knowing his fury simply came from his pent-up sexual excitement and tension.

To see you openly flirt with another man, to see you position yourself for him, for that man to show interest in you…that was all a part of the normal fun and games. What seemed to have sent Dieter over the edge into this lustful rage was seeing how Javi’s words affected you in a way his never had.

Thankfully you knew it wasn’t jealousy that fueled his immediate requirement to depart, to see you fucked by his Spanish doppelganger, but was due to the thrill, the adrenaline, along with a growing, desperate, need to see it happen.

He was about to open his mouth to yell again when a waiter ran to his side with the bill. Dieter put his card down on the tray, immediately groaning when the waiter fumbled at the machine.

“Charge whatever, I don’t care. Comp everyone who I fucking offended, how’s that?” He stressed his last word as if taunting the four seniors, ensuring to look directly at the women who still regarded him with sheer horror while the men shrugged as if to say they couldn’t argue with the free meal. “Here’s my signature…” he grabbed the pen from the waiter’s jacket as Javi got up to pull out your seat to gracefully help you up. “Charge whatever the fuck you want, tip generously, whatever, but don’t fuck me over.” He glanced at the shaking waiter, who looked no more than twenty, over his sunglasses before squinting at his name tag. “Kevin, is it?” He paused long enough for the kid to nod. “Don’t fuck me, Kevin!” Deiter stressed before walking away. “I’ll be back tomorrow for my card and receipt.”

And with that, the three of you left to return to the apartment you and Dieter shared. Despite the short walk it was, Dieter had a car called for you all, only so he could sit and watch as Javi couldn’t keep his hands and lips off of you, and Dieter couldn’t keep his hands off his hard and exposed cock.

[saltedsnails]

listen i will always be forever salty and bitter that they didnt use adam's corpse to turn it into the hound.

because imagine how terrifying it would have been for everyone in the schnee manor if the one guy that's been terrorizing her for years STILL came back as a giant grimm monster

and then weiss being forced to see the SDC mark on some random faunus (idk if weiss or ruby have ever met/talked about adam so im just assuming she doesn't know who adam is)

like i get it why they needed it to be a silver eyed person (to spin the whole 'that must be what happened to mom' convo), but it's a missed opportunity to turn the guy who looked human into the Beast he was based on

Now this, this is what RWBY deserved. The world of Remnant is a twist on fairytales, so make it fucking dark and depraved since RT wanted to be mature so damn badly. Also, from what I remember RW never talked about Adam, let alone knowing his scarring. Even his color pallet matches Grimm to a tee, even though we have Ruby, Summer, and Qrow (too an extent) with those colors as well. I’m just, maaan.

But may I also propose a Silver-Eyed Adam?

You get:

A) A foil to Ruby as a huntress for “good and justice” who hasn’t been discriminated against her entire life and is ignorant to the true tragedy of the world she lives in, versus Adam. A member of a minority race who is a fierce combatant because it’s the only way he’d survive, not because it’s “fun and heroic” like Ruby. He’d get away with being a SEW because he’s a Faunus, and a lot of idiots would think he couldn’t wield his eyes because “Faunus are lower beings”, so but of course he wouldn’t be able to, because Adam’s soooo dumb. /s Also, he has a mask to hide not only his scar he would get from SDC, but hide his eyes as he became higher ranked in the WF.

B) Foil to Yang. It’s really weird but I’m not sure I’ve seen a lot of people touch on this, at least recently. Yang genuinely has (or has had if it’s still an ongoing problem) anger issues. Her lack of thinking and forethought literally cost her her arm in her fight with Adam. It didn’t change much in Volume 4. What the writers could’ve done, instead of brushing it aside because for some reason overcoming trauma is “boring”, is focus more on Yang becoming less of a party girl and more of a planner like her mother.

C) Blake development, because good GOD after V5 she had nothing going for her besides Adam. Like, we never saw how she became so enamored with Adam in detail. Her development with Adam could reverse, between her being a more serious-yet-shy book lover and activist to actually playing a more intimate role within the change for the WF. Not just, “hey why did you guys burn my mansion down, this isn’t right”. Like, Blake is the most privileged Faunus in the show. Her struggles next to what we can glean from Adam is absolutely minimal. Can you imagine, after what Adam did to her new home and found family, what the confrontation could’ve been like? Adam tearing down everything Blake has and spitting in her face? Snarling that she’s always been a coward, never wanting to actually face danger because she’s a spoiled little rich girl, and that she could never be half of what he is. And you know what, she deserves to hear it.

D) WHY IN THE GOD DAMN HELLISH FUCK DID ADAM AND WEISS NOT HAVE A SINGULAR CONVERSATION. HE COORDINATED ATTACKS ON THE SCHNEE FAMILY. AND THEN YOUR EX GIRLFRIEND IS ON THE SAME TEAM AS THE FAMILY OF YOUR NUMBER ONE OPPRESSOR? HELLO?? IT’S LITERALLY RIGHT THERE.

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[jihyocentric]

can't go a week without my fwb jeonghyo

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nayeon and tzuyu had a fight, jihyo and jeongyeon were the ones who dealt with the consequences of it.

they weren't used to having other people in their apartment for longer than a night, as sometimes jihyo and jeongyeon had friends sleeping over. tzuyu had been there for an entire week already, and even if jihyo and jeongyeon wanted to be good friends and take her in for as long as she needed, they still needed privacy — and tzuyu couldn't run away from nayeon for the rest of her life.

the one who suffered the most was jeongyeon, by being depraved of her alone time with jihyo. during the first couple of days, she didn't attempt to touch jihyo at all, hoping tzuyu was going back to nayeon soon, but for the next few days tzuyu didn't even mention nayeon. jihyo had fun with jeongyeon's eagerness, and for the first couple of days she caught jeongyeon looking at her with a pout on her lips multiple times, knowing exactly why jeongyeon was sulking. it was fun, until jihyo herself started missing their privacy.

jihyo and jeongyeon were most definitely confused as to why tzuyu and nayeon had fought. tzuyu hadn't told them the reason, and when they tried to contact nayeon, the main reason of their lack of sex for the week, nayeon said tzuyu was just being childish, which didn't help much. they sided tzuyu with tzuyu because it was convenient and because tzuyu had a special place in their hearts.

by the end of the week, jihyo and jeongyeon were done trying to keep their hands to themselves, and they might have become careless. too careless for their own good.

"do you think she heard it?" jihyo asks breathlessly, falling on top of jeongyeon, mouth and chin smeared with jeongyeon's slick.

"i'm not noisy like you," jeongyeon replies, hands sneaking across jihyo's waist and then grabbing her bare thighs, pushing them apart to make jihyo straddle her properly.

"i couldn't hear anything with your thighs around my ears," jihyo says teasingly, moaning when jeongyeon grabs her tits, hands barely able to hold them completely.

"can i say i missed your tits?" jeongyeon asks genuinely. "because i touch them everyday when you're sleeping, so i'm not sure if i should say i miss them, but i do."

"you what?!" jihyo presses jeongyeon's shoulders against the mattress.

jeongyeon freezes, realizing she had just turned herself in. jihyo looks shocked. she's not mad, but she pretends she is, wanting to push jeongyeon's buttons.

"um, i..." jeongyeon starts, tries to think about a logic reason for her to touch jihyo while she slept, but she can't come up with anything. "we need a shower..." she deviates from the topic. "yes, we need a shower, you can wait for me in the bathroom."

she pulls away before jihyo can answer and jihyo laughs, deciding to spare jeongyeon from more teasing. she gets up from the bed, puts her clothes back on and steps carefully on the ground as she heads to the bathroom, not wanting to make any noise.

jihyo leaves the door open for jeongyeon as she undresses, and only after she's fully wet under the shower that jeongyeon shows up. jihyo's attention goes straight down, to the toy between jeongyeon's legs that intrigued her, as it had no harness but was fixated in place.

"what is that?" jihyo asks curiously, touching it when jeongyeon joins her in the shower.

"it's something that's gonna make you feel really good," jeongyeon answers gallantly, making jihyo sigh as jeongyeon takes her in her lap easily.

"such a show off." jihyo scoffs. "if we fall i won't have sex with you for a month."

jeongyeon positions the toy against jihyo's slick core, the tip naturally finding its way towards jihyo's entrance. "but you couldn't take a week without it." she slides it in, holding back a moan when her own clit bumps into the base of the strap. "fuck- this feels nice."

"is it inside you too?" jihyo asks, her voice as low as a whisper, dragging her nails across jeongyeon's nape, and soon her mouth finds a familiar spot on jeongyeon's neck.

jeongyeon confirms with a silent hum, hands holding jihyo tightly. jihyo hisses when her back hits the cold wall, but she whimpers when jeongyeon starts filling her in her usual pace. the stretch feels nice, it's not too big, but it's thick in just the right amount, making jihyo's nails sink in jeongyeon's shoulders as she tries hard not to moan.

jihyo doesn't make a sound. it's rare when she can keep quiet, and even rarer when jeongyeon can't, so when jihyo feels jeongyeon's hands holding her impossibly tighter and realizes jeongyeon is enjoying that more than she'd thought, she chuckles against her neck, peppering the skin with kisses.

"it's so cute when you get excited fucking me," jihyo coos, deliberately provoking jeongyeon.

"it's even cuter when you look like a mess after i'm done," jeongyeon hits back, nearly out of breath.

jeongyeon stops the thrusting of her hips for a brief moment, holding the back of jihyo's thighs securely, making jihyo gasp at the movement that leads to the shaft sinking deeper. when jeongyeon is sure jihyo she's holding jihyo firmly, she resumes the jolting of her hips but now switches to deep, piercing thrusts that makes jihyo whimper.

jihyo's heat welcomed the girth nicely, walls greedily grasping the shaft. perhaps she was too out of herself that she barely heard the squeaks escaping her mouth or the sound of slick and skin clapping against skin that filled the bathroom each time jeongyeon's hips jerked forward harshly.

jihyo comes and her body trembles, moaning softly as her forehead rested on jeongyeon's shoulder, walls clenching around the toy inside of her.

"hyo," jeongyeon calls, sweating despite being next to the cold water still falling from the shower. jihyo hums in response, lightheaded after coming for the first time in a week. "suck me off."

jihyo feels herself clenching harder around the toy nestled inside of her at jeongyeon's request, and she hops off jeongyeon's lap quickly. she sinks to her knees in front of jeongyeon and wraps her mouth around the toy, familiar with making jeongyeon come by sucking her strap off, but this time it felt way better for jeongyeon, as she could feel more stimulation directly at her clit.

jeongyeon tips her head down, grabbing jihyo's hair, looking straight into her eyes as jihyo tasted her own cum around the shaft. jihyo bobs her head slowly, dragging her lips along the toy, making a show of sucking jeongyeon off, knowing how worked up jeongyeon got whenever she did that.

at some point jihyo feels jeongyeon pushing her down on the thick shaft, making her moan at the intrusion, her throat stretching deliciously to receive the thickness of the toy but she lets jeongyeon fuck her mouth gladly, her nose reaching jeongyeon's stomach when jeongyeon finally reaches her peak.

"unnies, i think peanut is hungry, he kept scratching the door of my-" tzuyu stops in her tracks when she passes by the bathroom door.

jeongyeon's eyes widens when she realizes her mistake of not closing the door. her cheeks flush and so does tzuyu's, and before she can explain (or, realistically, try to) tzuyu screams and goes back running to her temporary room. jihyo frees herself from jeongyeon's hands and pulls away, breathless and flushing, but certainly not as embarrassed as jeongyeon.

"you didn't lock the door." jihyo says in a low tone that makes jeongyeon shiver. it was partially her fault as well, as jihyo also didn't think about the open door, too focused on more important things. but jeongyeon should've logically closed it. "a month, yoo jeongyeon. a month. no sex."

jeongyeon leans her head back down and looks at jihyo desperately, ready to persuade her into not giving her that kind of punishment, but jihyo cuts her off. "a month. and that's final."

the next day, tzuyu goes back to the apartment she shared with nayeon. jihyo ends up breaking her own words the moment tzuyu leaves, pouncing on jeongyeon the exact second that the door is closed and tzuyu is no longer there. tzuyu doesn't say a word about what she'd seen and she also doesn't allow jihyo or jeongyeon to comment on it, although jeongyeon tries to make things better by making a nice breakfast for her and apologizing.

tzuyu only touches on that wounded memory one time, when she's drunk and all nine of them are hanging out, drinking and playing games. it's random when she blurts it out, her voice is so unusually loud that the four words gets everyone's attention.

"jeongyeon is a bottom!" tzuyu affirms with her voice raspy and piercing, clearly wasted.

jihyo bursts out laughing. deep down she knew that sooner or later tzuyu would mention what she'd seen, but she definitely wasn't expecting for that kind of accusation.

"what?! i'm not!" jeongyeon quickly defends herself. she feels eight pair of eyes staring at her attentively. chaeyoung in particular was seemingly shocked. jeongyeon taps jihyo's thigh. "tell them i'm not!"

"i think it's time for tzuyu to go to bed," jihyo tells nayeon, ignoring jeongyeon's request. "she kind of saw us, you know... when she stayed with us."

"they traumatized me." tzuyu pouts, hiding her face on nayeon's shoulder. "next time we have a fight, you have to go spend some time with them, okay unnie?"

nayeon laughs, patting tzuyu's head. "let's go to bed, baby."

jeongyeon watches as nayeon takes tzuyu inside, with her arms crossed, clearly sulking. it's not that she cared about what the other girls thought about her, but the convinced grin on jihyo's face annoyed her deeply.

"remember you were sucking my dick that time. stop acting smug." jeongyeon whispers next to jihyo's ear.

"come on, let me have this." jihyo pouts and jeongyeon sighs. she answers by kissing jihyo's puckered lips and decides to ignore the judgmental looks chaeyoung gave her and the questioning ones from the other girls.

if jihyo was happy, she was happy. even if it costed a small amount of her pride.

[sarahowritesostucky]

It's honestly gross how much I love your writing style🤗🤮😁. You always come up with the most incredible AUs and make it feel so real no matter the topic or theme.

I was wondering do you have a favorite fic that you've written?

Author's Fic Game:

1. Answer the questions about a completed fic that you've written.

2. Then add one extra question to the list.

3. Tag some friends

What is the title of your fic?

When did you start and/or complete it?

How many words is it? How many chapters?

Who are the main characters?

Who is the narrator or protagonist?

Is there a central problem they encounter in the story?

What are some of the main tropes or themes in the story?

What was the steamiest scene in the fic?

What was the hardest part of the fic to write?

What is a favorite line of dialogue that you love in the fic?

What is a small, unimportant detail that you love from the story?

Were there any plot twists or big reveals in the story?

Did the story have a happy ending?

Is there anything looking back that you'd like to change about the fic?

Would you ever want to write a sequel/prequel to this story?

Oh wow, that is THE BEST compliment to hear that it always feels real (because it can get pretty crazy in my AUs! lol). Thank you!!

I really had to not think too hard to choose a fic for this: it's like choosing between my children!

What is the title of your fic? A: I decided to go with Swaddle you so good (You'll never want anything else). It is a fringe story because of the subject matter, but I've gotten A LOT of normies messaging me saying that they tried it anyway and were shocked how much they liked it. Plus I just am super fond of it.

When did you start/complete it? A: Started 8.03.2021, finished 7.12.2022

How many words is it? How many chapters? A: It is 71,916 words, 20 chapters

Who are the main characters? A: The main characters are Steve and Bucky

Who is the narrator or protagonist? A: The narrator and protagonist is Steve

Is there a central problem they encounter in the story? A: Central problem is that Steve is kidnapped by slightly-psycho but mostly-sweet Bucky, and has to figure out how to escape while being confronted with his own suppressed desires

What are some of the main tropes or themes in the story? A: Main tropes are falling in love with the kidnapper, forced to admit you like it, diapers/omarashi kink

What was the steamiest scene in the fic? A: Steamiest?? This fic is full of filthy depraved smut, take your pick of anything, lol. The most emotionally steamy scene, IMO, is the first time they have sex in ch 12/13

What was the hardest part of the fic to write? A: The hardest part to write was chapter 17, where they have the big physical confrontation. I really had to think about how I wanted to coordinate that fight. For some reason it was hard to see it clearly in my head and decide how to make it a serious fight without making either Steve or Bucky's actions irredeemable.

What is a favorite line of dialogue that you love in the fic? A: I don't remember one specific thing, but in general I always kind of cackle at the creepy fucking things Bucky says, especially in the beginning, like: “I’m just taking care of you the way you always wanted, Steve. And you know that.” There’s a bit of firmness to Bucky’s tone that wasn’t there before. “You know what you admitted to me over the chats. And deep down it wasn’t just fantasy. You were yearning for this, to have all your worries taken away.” He kisses Steve’s hair. “And I was always yearning to take them.” And whenever Steve has his little comedic thoughts like: Give a psycho an inch. Those are fun.

What is a small, unimportant detail that you love from the story? A: I love that there's a little wood stove in Bucky's house that Steve snuggles up by all the time. I'm a whore for a good lil' wood stove.

Were there any plot twists or big reveals in the story? A: YES! The biggest moment to me was in the bathtub, when Bucky revealed the truth to Steve about the drugs at the very end of Ch13. Also there was when Steve found out the truth about Bucky's late husband.

Did the story have a happy ending? A: Yes indeedy! I don't really write stories without happy endings, lol.

Is there anything looking back that you'd like to change about the fic? A: Chapters 2,3 and 4 were very short and clipped. I kind of like that, as I intended it to make it feel like time was passing that the reader didn't necessarily see, and I feel like it achieved that, but even still it was kind of strange to have such short chapters (especially ch 2). I don't know if I'd change it though. I did have rando pictures in there throughout the fic and I decided I disliked most of those so I removed a lot of them.

Would you ever want to write a sequel/prequel to this story? A: Prequel, no. Sequel ... eh. I really like the hopeful but open ended ending it has. I don't think I'll ever come back to this one because I want to leave the possibilities open for the reader as-is.

My extra question: what was "the scene," quote, trope, or event that inspired the entire fic? (you know there was something!) A: for me, it was the idea of a scene with Steve sitting in Bucky's lap, being forced to wet himself (😳🫣)

NPTs (from a Tumblr stucky fanfiction search): @holylulusworldlylulu, @veltana, @metalbvcky, @myexplosion, @espinosaurusrexex, @buckyalpine, @moonvis, @bossbtch1, @literaryavenger, @1800jjbarnes, @imyourbratzdoll, @georgiapeach30513

[scenetocause]

SHIP OPINION or something adjacent to it… when you rotate alex albon in your head who comes to mind? have you ever vibed with chalex? i luv their little flirty giggly thing like maybe it’s not DEEP but they bring each other little bits of joy. if you happen to have thoughts i would like to hear them!

alex is so incredibly polycule coded in my head. whether it's girlfriend swapping with george or the classic milky way situation with george and lando (thank you ao3 user sirius for my LIFE)

i sort of never think of charles for some reason except when i need someone to do depraved things with carlos. BUT chalex is very important. charles likes alex soooooo much it's really embarrassing and he was all over it when they were streaming in lockdown but he still does it now. like seeing alex is the most exciting thing possible and you know what, he's right.

charles, who's all, y'know. charles. il predestinato, the pain of being the one true ferrari driver, painted scarlet in agony and just as much in victory. charles is in awe of alex. clearly alex has a hell of a presence because like, lando was a little alex fanboy too and george likes alex a ridiculous amount but alex is god to charles in a way no one seemed to be. when he first arrived in f1, especially when he get to ferrari, he wasn't reverential to lewis and sebastian he just wanted to beat them. his attitude to alex, though, is worshipful. charles needs alex to like him even more than he needs every other human being on earth to love him, which is a lot. charles' thing for alex is irrational, unreasonable, a crush on a deep level that alex is a safe person to have it on because he'll brush it away and not feed on it. charles loves alex like someone in thrall to the supernatural and alex makes him a cup of tea or something and asks how the piano's going.

i don't think i can actually write any chalex so here's an old ultra-deep-cut actual fic of some alex/george/lando that got deleted a few years back. warning: features double penetration, background carlando, probably loads of errors cus it was the writing on my phone era after le grand concussion.

The little fucker is glowing. George knows he looks good, Alex obviously looks great but Lando is like a blushing bride, lit up and joyful and uninhibited in showing it. It's the same way he's always been, even when it used to be for just them.

It doesn't require genius detective work to know who's sparking Lando up now. George and Alex had never exactly broken up with Lando but they'd consciously made space around him for whatever was going on with Carlos. They were there when he reached out, never far but far enough to let Lando decide what he wanted. 

And that had made them a bit less three and more two-and-one, which had always seemed almost inevitable but frustrated George. If they could solve the geometry of their triangle through some magical thinking, anything would be possible, surely? 

But Lando is glowing like he's been lavished with attention, cackly laughter barely contained and with the sort of flush George knows isn't only post-coital but also anticipatory, bubbling with the affection Lando needs to want to go there. It makes him proud - and jealous. 

He nudges Alex's knee with his own, gestures with a subtle movement of his thumb and appreciates Alex's eye roll. In between the tests, Alex will tell him he's an idiot. He'll push George into his own bedsheets and fuck him until George can't think about missing when there was three, only the join of two and George is grateful, so much but Alex must equally know he needs this jealous moment. A last gasp at possession, an acknowledgement of the loss. 

Lando, small and annoying goblin that he is, had been a warm weight between them - vulnerability by proxy when neither of them could show it yet, eager to get fucked and cuddled and say the things that scared the shit out of them all, quietly, cradled between Alex and George after. Fears about their careers and lives and love that would've been too stark, said by anyone actually capable of articulating them. 

But they're not rookies at this anymore. Alex has held him, crying and cum-stained and vice versa and the crutch Lando's inherent wobbliness had excused them had turned into proper support. At which point, George had to admit he just really missed kissing the little git. 

He pokes Alex's thigh again, expecting another eye-roll but instead gets a micro-second of a hand covering his before Alex is obnoxiously manspreading, rubbing his knees against both George and Lando's and when the orange-clad body on the end looks round, his face and the glow in it is all for them. 

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"I've missed you wankers." Lando swearing, unless it's with his hands clenched in sheets and hair messily crushed into a pillow, soaked in sweat, still sounds ridiculous. George pulls him tight against himself anyway, dragging Alex behind Lando. 

"Thought you had some sexy new boy to keep you busy," Alex thwacks his arm and George knows he's being ridiculous but sometimes, from the back of the grid, he's not envious of them but he wants just as greedily as they both do. 

Lando has to nearly climb his shoulders for a kiss, demanding and reassuring. "Yeah well I thought you'd gone off without me and you know I hate that."

Alex tuts at the pair of them, smoothing soothing hands down them both. This is how it works - front runner comforts midfield and backmarker in everything, from when Lando had to learn the finer points of lasting more than five seconds in bed to Alex getting taught how to relax enough to not need to charm everything into being his way and George's own lessons that in this, too, he could be patient. 

"Carlos is good to you, yeah?" George feels guilty that it hadn't even occurred to him,too caught up in how obviously the most annoying big spoon in history had gone to wriggle every five seconds against someone else's neck. Carlos has a girlfriend or something, he's pretty sure. 

"Yeah." Lando hides his face against George's jacket, lets them bracket him underneath this fire escape, as comfortable as ever without an exit route. 

"Ok mate. I just miss shagging you, Alex never comes forty seconds after I get my cock in him." Both of them hit him, for that, "Oi, this is an abusive relationship."

Lando shushes him, snuggles closer. "You can still shag me, you giant moron."

Alex's hand moves to George's cheek, smoothing a thumb down his jaw, "That would be nice. I can't keep up with George's stamina alone."

Landos hand stretches up to cup Alex's as they all lean in, George's arms around both their thin waists. "What about tonight?" 

Their joined-hand slap is more of a stroke and the kisses more than make up for it. 

-----

Lando wears a nice shirt, like he's making an effort, which is frankly weird. It makes George's cock twitch, though, where the buttons are a little undone and he thinks about the times they've wrestled each other out of suits, Lando's fingers at George's collar while Alex pulls off his jacket, both their hands working his trousers open until Lando knelt in front of George, wet-mouthed and with Alex's hand in his hair. 

"You still with us, G?" Alex has looked up from kissing Lando and they're a picture, one unusually well-groomed and the other in one of George's t-shirts that somehow doesn't fit despite their similar proportions, hanging off one of Alex's shoulders. 

"Yeah. I was thinking about the Autosport Awards." Lando blushes, hides against Alex's chest and holds a hand out blindly, fingers reaching to George. 

It had been one of the last times of three and Lando had disappeared after, made himself scarce from Alex's huge bed. George had been worried they'd hurt him, until he saw the Insta stories about shopping with Carlos and nestled down against a tanned chest, let Alex comfort them both about it. 

After was one thing, the before, though. 

Alex teases Lando's face up, with strong fingers, as George takes his outstretched hand. "Do you think you could be up for that, tonight?" 

Lando looks uncertainly between them. "I can try - it's been. You know. Carlos doesn't fuck me, so."

George is suddenly harder than he's ever been in his life, "You don't have to."

Lando reels George in by their joined hands, puts George's fingers against his crotch to show him, "I want to."

Alex grumbles at them stealing all the attention between them and George has to kiss him for a bit, Alex's tongue in his mouth while his fingers play over Lando's cock through his jeans. 

Something shifts and he realises Alex has picked Lando up, the youngest's legs round his waist to bring him up to their height, "Hey."

Alex looks dreamy, gazing into George's eyes before he looks to Lando. "Ready?" 

"Might need some lube and stuff first but yeah." George can't help laughing - yeah, they probably will. He goes to find it, while Alex carries Lando to the bed and they go about undressing each other. "Leave his shirt on, I want that."

Alex looks up, his hands around Lando's thighs where he's yanking fabric down, an expression that's almost dangerously hungry, playful. "Whose?" 

George slides onto the bed with a thud, lines himself up on his back next to Lando so they can hold hands while they're looking up at Alex. "Not the guy wearing my manky old Quiksilver from, what, F4?" 

Lando grins, grabbing at George for kisses while Alex dispatches his jeans. "Oh G, that's hot - get naked."

Alex has always been the voyeur of the three, loved George and Lando's showoff tendencies and farbeit for him to resist an opportunity to take his top off. Especially with his boyfriend's (plural maybe, still) eyes on him, hot and dark and wanting. 

That's what George likes, has always liked about this. The reassurance of not one but two, able to get deeply lost in them both and as he settles back down, Lando spreading his legs while Alex opens the lube George passed him seconds ago, George feels less possessive and more possessed, letting Lando grab at him and bite his shoulder when clever, elegant fingers disappear beneath him. 

"Oh, we missed you." George trails his fingers over quivering abs, half-cradling Lando. Neither of the rest of them would try this, more seasoned at the art of knowing not to be frustrated by their limits while Lando still refuses to have any. "How does he feel, Alex?" 

Lando writhes, annoyed George isn't kissing him and he acquiesced while Alex is commentating, feeling what he's doing to Lando through their tongues and lips. "Same as always, like someone made the perfect twink who's a total slut for your dick."

Lando breaks the kiss, grabbing at George's face but looking at Alex "It's not just his dick."

Alex leans down, placatingly kissing at Lando's chest as he must do something pretty good, that's a little bit on the edge. Lando arches up, makes a strangled noise and reaches for George's body, Alex's shoulder, "Fuck - fuck. I like your dick too, fuck's sake, I just. Fuck, Alex, please."

Lando is not capable of saying it, right now or ever but George basks in the incoherent affection, reaches out for Alex's dick to stroke him, make him shiver while he's still readying Lando. 

"Oh fuck, G. Lando, keep talking and it's gonna be me coming first." Alex squeezes more lube out, both hands going between Lando's legs and the resulting gibberish out of the smaller man makes George's heart swell, watching Alex enraptured by it. 

"Fuck, god, it's so much - it's so good, Alex I need you. I need you both, fuck, I missed you. Oh god, fuck me - George, please, I want you too." It's surprisingly actual-word-like, from Lando, maybe Carlos has been teaching him to use them rather than animal whimpers and soft noises that'd never fall out of him or Alex. Probably. Even if they had three of Alex's right fingers and one of his left, wrapped around George's index finger where he's stretched down to get involved, inside them. 

"You want to try?" Lando whimpers, nods, mutters 'yes' and turns ragdoll between them as their fingers leave him, manhandled onto George's lap because he's bigger and it's easiest this way. 

George hold a hand out for Alex, joining fingers over Lando's hip while he more helps the smallest of them onto him than fucks in, loosely fisting Lando's cock for some contented noises while he settles against George's shoulder. "Ok?" 

"Very OK." George's cock twitches - and he knows Lando will have felt it - when Lando sweetly kisses under his jaw, across his collarbone. "Alex?" 

Alex is looking down at them, fond and frankly, thirsty. "Fuck each other for a bit - I've missed watching you."

George doesn't need telling twice to thrust up into Lando, knowing he's more than ready. Alex is a little less keen to be fucked unless he's in the mood, which is fine and makes it so special between them. But there's something very appealing about someone who's really, really into it - and George is really trying not to let his mind wander to how the fuck Carlos isn't doing this all day - and Lando is so pliant and responsive in his arms, crying out and pushing back and using George for support. 

When he feels Alex's fingers at his own balls, he slows - Lando whines about it but George remembers him liking what came next, so for the sake of both their dicks aching for a minute they can wait. 

"Touch his dick, G," Alex's fingers are slick and wet against the base of George's cock, then alongside the shaft, in Lando. 

"Fuck, no-" everyone stops "-no, no not no that, don't touch my dick or I'll cum. Sorry. Argh, Alex, do it."

Lando's voice is shaking, his thighs are trembling and when George brings one arm around him, supporting him, his whole body is a tremor through which George feels Alex push in, while their linked hands squeeze and dicks nudge together and George has to throw his head back and whine, delirious. 

It's not really fucking, like this, just frantic little movements between them and gasps as they push each other into the support. George can feel Alex's legs shaking almost as badly as Lando's, as his own, Lando using a hand on George's chest to push himself back and make Alex grab at George, frantic with something while his other hand curls round Lando's chest, holding him. 

It's barely like sex, too much - like a litany is what George keeps thinking but he has absolutely no idea what that means because his brain is glitching between the pressure of Lando's body and Alex's cock and his balls feel so tight he can't help it when it happens, crying out while he comes in Lando and over Alex's cock. 

"So much for stamina," Alex is holding Lando up, over George, their dicks still inside him. "Wank him off, I'll be quick."

Lando sighs, content, eyes closed while Alex fucks him, "I like when you talk over me, like 'mm a toy."

It sounds so wrong, George's post-orgasmic state not as caught up in the filthiness as they are except that Lando says it with such affection he can't help moving his hand faster, tighter, desperate to get Lando to come as he sees Alex bite down on his shoulder, rough and broken in the noise he makes. 

Lando is quiet when he comes, easily his least plausible trait if it weren't George knows he wanks off about seven times a day still and paddocks don't leave you much privacy. It's messy - all of them were, everything is, especially George's thighs where it's all leaked down and Lando must be a disaster but he can't do anything but bring them both down for a cuddle. 

They have to be careful, Alex spooning Lando while George - clearly the designated jizz sponge for the night - lets him curl up against his collarbone, nuzzling Alex over Lando's head. 

It's not a circle, it won't be even in every direction all the time, morphing and pulling but F1 isn't about equals, it's about finding what works. 

[animaniacsxposed]

Im someone that was in saneytwt around the time A! first came out in 2020 and let me tell you I've NEVER seen so many people cry "you better not ship the Warners!" or "ThEyRe mInOrS U cAnT sImP for ThEM" by SO many people who claim they can't stand that stuff just for them to do it!

There was a massive saneytwt block list going around and the people thay were added weren't even genuinely shipping it but the person was going through the warnercest tag to look at warnercest art to get the names of people thay were leaving likes. Do you see how NUTS of an exscuse that is?! The list got long enough to about 100+ people until OP realized she was getting nowhere with this and deleted it because everyone used it to follow each other.

Then there was a popular yakwak author we kicked IMMEDIATELY once it came out he brought a child into a nsfw server and groomed them into being their bf. The moment that happened saneytwt notified each other and he was exiles and kicked out of the fandom entirely.

Then the funniest thing to happen so far was one die hard anti was trolling a few authors accounts because they wrote yakdot fics and to counter that, she wrote a disgustingly gorey fic about the warners canabalizing a saneytwt fan (but you know the saying 'dont like dont look' and nobidy looked lmao!) The die hard anti also went undercover to "infiltrate saneytwt" I swear to God! They were so into their "role" that they drew tons of yakwak and shipped it hard. Then the day came where she admitted she was the anti harassing the authors in the beginning for the same thing she likes.

And then a big gimmick account with 100K following told their following of minors about warnercest and made them flood the #Warnercest with spam and hateful messages telling people to kill themselves etc etc...the evidence is all still there if you ever wonder why you see a bunch of brainwashed piss babies spamming the tag.

That's just the tip of the iceberg. As someone who's experienced ALL of this first hand from zanytwt and much from most of the people mentioned below, I want to thank you so much for exposing these losers and creeps. No one would listen to us for years and people have bothered us for no reason for years, the only exscuse they had for harassing us was because we shipped, wrote and drew warnercest, as if there isn't bigger problems in the world like people dying, uneducated kids and real child abuse going on around them everyday. Fuck all of these guys they're getting exactly what they deserve.

Good lord I cannot imagine being this uptight about cartoons. I am terribly sorry to hear all you guys have gone through anon and I hope this blog can bring some sort of closure or peace if it has deeply effected you. These guys are just depraved and jealous that that you are not afraid to say the things you love out loud and they are afraid because they build their following on hating the thing they really like. Then it all comes crashing down when they can't keep up the facade or have no one to talk to about the thing they really like.

[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

digging up bones

I guess if I'm up and already in a bad mood about it

might as well go through some of the thoughts

I was thinking about unearthing later on today

maybe it'll exhaust me and I can go back to sleep

my mood can't get worse and there is no dopamine

anywhere to be found because I've exhausted all sources

let's talk about why I don't want to get a therapist

by collecting quotes from experiences from the past

I had one who decided to laugh in my face about

my love for Jung and my thinking I was autistic

his ego couldn't handle my knowing shit about myself

and other things he couldn't quite grasp

once during a conversation about my childhood sexual abuse

he actually said to me with no sense of his depravity

"no wonder they couldn't resist you"

what the actual fuck my dude I was a child

he stopped seeing me when I turned the tables on him

and got him to confess all the things he used to do

when he was a dangerous guy just like his father

by mimicking his behavior and following his patterns

kind of seems like that pattern recognition and masking

should have rang a few bells but he didn't want to believe it

he told me my feminine energy was weaker than his male energy

but he sterilized himself like a gelding because he feared

bringing another kid into the world that felt

as fucked up as he did every day

I guess I'm still kind of mad at him

I think he might have been one of the first people I trusted

with all those dirty little secrets I was forced to hold since I was born

I didn't plan to become the therapist and hear his story

I was just following the rhythm of the conversation

but once he lost the power he felt he didn't want to look me

again in the eyes and it was confusing

because nothing he said was even that bad

my most recent therapy experience was marriage counseling

I knew that was going to be a fucking joke

and I was so used to being silenced by the man in the room

that I exploded out in a monologue of trauma dumping

desperate to be seen as someone who was tough and dealt with shit

far worse than the lanky bastard sitting next to me

who wouldn't let me have emotions without trying

to smother me under every avoidant wall of stone

ugh, I do not want to be awake and I'm so angry

and not even fun arson angry just petulant and mean

I did end that therapy experience with a three page letter

I wrote about all the reasons I was completely

over my doomed marriage and the man involved in it

and all the reasons he wasn't shit

but written eloquently and logically

because I'd had plenty of time to prepare

It was fun having an audience and his surprised pikachu face

will always be one that I remember fondly

fuck you asshole you know what you've been doing

the female therapist I went to the year before

to tell about the patterns of abusive behavior I'd documented

and the reasons I had for needing to leave the dysfunction

was met by a woman the age of my mother

who must have saw a silly daughter making a mistake

because she asked if psychological abuse was his only sin

and told me successful men were hard to find

I had fun the rest of the sessions talking about how

out of all the religious texts I read the bible was the most dry

and boring and I just wish I could get into it

and all the crosses and scriptures she had around her office

and the way her face pinched when I said those things

really made it difficult for us to synch up after that

to be fair I was always willing to make it work

I did have one therapist that was the best

her name was Elise and it scares me to think of calling her

I wonder if it's because of the unpaid account

or the fear of rejection or knowing I get to tell her

how everything went to shit after I came into her office

with my youngest as a baby and a glowing happiness

to my presence because I thought I finally

found something that I ended up losing as time went on

well, saying that I lost it is not very accurate

you don't lose someone's respect

they decide to stop giving it to you

and I have a difficult time tolerating that in relationships

I will blind myself for awhile but there does come a point

where something clicks and suddenly I'm on fire

because I'll be damned and choose damnation

before I let a little bitch boy like that make me die

it would be so fucking easy to make him cry

well, this little think piece shows I definitely need a therapist

and I guess getting those shitty thoughts out is one less thing

I have to muddle through tomorrow to find motivation

I'll call Elise and see if I have problems to solve

to get to go back and see her

she saw me and knew me right away

and she helped me get through a situation

that I'm going to have to walk through again

and she was great at it last time

fuuuuuuck this all sucks and I hate it

custody battles and shitty apartments and lawyers

building another new life and climbing out of another grave

it could be worse

I could be as scared as I was last time when I did it

I'm not scared I just know it's going to suck

Elise was the first one to coin the term "the Dani filter"

to describe the way I mask in my bubbly upbeat way

I wonder what she'll think of me now if we get to meet again

I think she'll appreciate my darker wit and my cynical smile

she knew how my mind worked right away

and said that I changed her mind completely

about behavior theory because I guess

when I decide to do or become something

and actually commit to it I surprised her with how

I can change my behavior and patterns on a dime

and never go back to them

you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

alright now I feel like I did something

so my mood is less angsty and I have a move to make

still not tired but maybe that'll come soon

call Elise tomorrow and if that doesn't pan out

it's back to the drawing board

but I'll find someone and it'll be fine

and if it's not I'll find someone else

I am getting the fuck out of this stagnant energy

otherwise I'm going to start getting destructive

and that helps nobody

especially not me

[wack-ashimself]

I really have no regrets in life. Not too many. Like, I probably wouldn't change anything I have done, but I do feel bad (still) that I did it. Even if it effected no one. I, ME, KNOWS IT WAS BAD, ya know??

Anyways, watching top 10 movies that made audiences mad (horror wise). One of them was 'raw', a vegan becomes a cannibal at vet school. INSANELY realistic. Disgustingly. Exorcist was #1, claiming it caused either a miscarriage or early delivery. But there was one on the list that was the MOST FUCKED UP THINGS I HAVE EVER HEARD/SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. AND HOW IT WAS NOT #1 BLEW MY FUCKING MIND!

Originally, I thought of posting the name. But...I regret reading the movie's synopsis. I regret the knowledge this thing even exists. It's not 'bordering' on that line of art/offensive; it's some of the most depraved things I HAVE EVER READ (I only read the wikipedia! WHAT IF I SAW IT?!)

But I thought 'maybe I am sensitive. I don't even like horror movies.' So I asked a friend who LOVES that shit. I gave him the highlights.

....it fucked with him even. Like, I think he wanted to end the conversation early due to it. lol seriously...

So I will NEVER tell you the name unless you really want to fuck with your head. STUFF OF NIGHTMARES. So I will give you a horror movie with...similar fucked up themes, but not NEARLY as evil.

'the killing of a sacred deer.'

The ending will....alter your soul....

Why am I posting at all? 1/3-misery loves company. 2/3-to say....if you think you have seen evil....NOPE. NO NO NO NO NO. BE GLAD YOU HAVE NOT! Worse than a dead kid in a war zone fucked up. THAT'S HOW TWISTED that fucking movie I won't tell you the name of was...I regret ever hearing the name....(and the name is so...innocent sounding)...

<I mean this movie was SO fucked up, even tho they showed nothing in the top 10 video, they couldn't even TALK about the nothing they weren't showing. THAT'S WHY I READ THE WIKI. 'Can't be that bad.' IT WAS WORSE THAN I COULD IMAGINE>

This was a review I found: '

first of all, this my first time i write a review in here. second of all..

first of all, this my first time i write a review in here.

second of all, the reason why i'm doing this is because this movie made me second thoughts about watching this kind of movies.

i think i've watched almost any horror movie's out there, but this one.. this one made me very uncomfortable in any way.

i'm not gonna vote it, because i'd probably will give it a 8/10, and if i do so, i will feel bad about it, because i don't think that any one should see this movie. and if you gonna see it anyway, so you'll probably understand my dilemma in this situation.

in summary, i hope you're smart enough to decide what's best for you.'

[phoenixfangs]

(to preface, for this post im going to use trans rep as my primary discussion example but i think this line of thought could be applied to basically any marginalized group)

honestly regarding that last reblog and the essay i left in the tags, i dont want to hear anyone praising anything for ‘good representation’ or condemning anything for ‘bad representation’ ever again i think.

firstly because people are so braindead that they cant meaningfully identify either good or bad representation. everything that i like is good and everything that i dont is bad. anything created by any trans person is good and anything created by any cis person is bad. everything that is kind and saccharine is good and everything that is angry and miserable is bad.

(seriously if i have to see one more take thats like ‘media that centers around trans suffering is bad and harmful because i dont like it and it makes me uncomfortable it turns trans suffering into a profitable spectacle, and besides being trans can be a good thing actually its not all about pain’, im going to bite somebody. im sorry that a) u dont understand that sometimes the intent of the media or stories like that is to hurt u and make u uncomfortable, b) u dont understand that someone expressing the pain they felt Because they are trans, and that they wouldnt have felt if they werent trans, is a valid form of art and self expression, and u have no right to condemn them because u dont personally connect with it, c) u dont understand that media doing the bare minimum of including a trans character who isnt hatecrimed against isnt ‘celebrating transness’ and can absolutely also be turning trans pride into a profitable spectacle, and d) that ur making all of this my fucking problem. it is not bad or morally incorrect to connect with and represent pain, especially at the hands of bigotry. my god.)

secondly because arguably it will never fucking matter anyway until society at large comes to terms with and moves past whatever -phobia or -ism we decide to center the discussion on that week.

‘good’ trans rep is never going to change a bigots mind or heart because their problem isnt that they just havent learned the error of their ways: their problem is that they hate an entire group of people on the basis that this group of people threatens their status as majority, moral correctness/worthiness, controller, group in power, whatever—whether this is materially true or a paranoid delusion. likewise, ‘good’ trans rep is never going to be enough for trans people to feel validated because of the way society has been marginalizing and oppressing trans people for longer than most of us here have even been alive, and continues to do so. it will feel nice in the moment, to see that people outside of urself and maybe even outside of ur marginalized group dont think of u as subhuman waste, but that feeling will not last forever as long as hate crimes and bigoted policy keep getting real life trans people hurt, jailed, and/or killed. idk about anyone else but nowadays its incredibly difficult for me to feel anything but contempt, dread, numbness, looking at ‘good’ trans rep while all that stuff is still happening on the daily in real life. its like a pathetic consolation prize for putting up with the horrors of existing, ‘thank u for buying our product despite what feels like most people wishing u were dead, heres this cool sticker to acknowledge ur existence and ur status as one of the ones who doesnt Deserve to be dead because ur buying our product’.

‘bad’ trans rep is never going to push an indecisive person over the fence into blatant transphobia because, to a bigot, ANY trans rep in ANYTHING for ANY REASON is ‘bad rep’. childrens books with the softest, cleanest language possible to describe trans experiences are treated like manifestos written to radicalize our good pure innocent children into horrible sexually depraved monsters. drag queens and trans people interacting with children AT ALL are demonized and called pedophiles just for existing in the same space as children. hospitals that provide safe and necessary treatment to trans people as ONE of the services they provide are issued bomb threats for daring to care about peoples health. the HINT of anything to do with being trans is a call for outrage. yeah, that transphobic caricature in that tv show really sucks to see, but its not turning people into transphobes: it is broadcasting the already material reality that transphobes think of us as subhuman waste, deserving of ridicule At Best and total extinction At Worst. a person who becomes a vocal bigot after being exposed to ‘bad’ rep wasnt an ally before that changed their mind, they were just quiet. what is the point of ‘educating’ people how to spot ‘bad’ rep and call it out if all it does is reaffirm to us that we know how to spot it and condemn? how many transphobes have said ‘i thought trans people were demons and pedophiles for the longest time, but then a random tumblr user wrote a scathing review of this random trans character and how they were a totally unrealistic and nasty depiction of a trans person, and it just opened my eyes to the fact that trans people are actually people, turns out’? when that number is larger than the number of transphobes who have said ‘i didnt really know what to think of trans people before tucker carlson and matt walsh told me they were molesting our childrens minds, but now i know theyre a threat to society’, get back with me.

like. im so fucking tired at this point. im obviously very angry and passionate about this, but im tired too. im tired of people constantly trying to say that society is getting better, trans people are becoming more welcomed in society, because of the handful of trans characters in media and the pride shirts and mugs and shit that u can buy in chain stores, while literal atrocities happen every. fucking. day. i cant be okay or happy with ‘good’ trans rep anymore because it matters so little in the context of how people on the whole view trans people, and i cant be upset with ‘bad’ trans rep anymore because its a symptom of hate and ignorance, not the cause.

i reiterate.

society and corporations are selling us pride through hollow ‘representation’ in media and slogans on mugs for the express purpose of keeping us from fighting to FEEL pride. and all the glorious spotless squeaky morally clean rep in the world will not account for the absolute loathing i have felt from every other direction for years, and the loathing everyone else has felt for decades, and the loathing were all gonna continue feeling for god knows how much longer until people and politicians stop actively trying to criminalize and kill us.

[phoenixborn]

❣️ - What are their love languages?

🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like?

🗣️ - How do they handle public speaking?

💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection?

🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about?

🧳 - What countries have they been to?

🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand?

🎢 - Do they like amusement parks? What’s their favorite ride?

🧑‍🍼 - How do they feel about kids?

Frooom this meme!

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❣: Actually calming the fuck down and spending quality time with the person. Slowly letting them inside her soul, her secrets, her reasons behind specific reactions. It's a weird kind of love language, abstract and more of the typical ones put together into one. Singing softer, lullaby like songs to soothe. And when necessary tearing the one threatening her love apart in the word's most literal sense.

🌙: Ha! Nonexistent. Terrible. She when on Earth works 8-10 hours a day, workout, practice both her kicks and vocals. She gets 4 hours of sleep at best and while she doesn't really require it, it still takes a toll on her body if she doesn't transform to heal.

🗣: Since she's a singer & performer; quite great. She's not nervous or anything like that but if she doesn't like the speech given, she will tear it and go off her own. Rozy is actually better in terms of literal public speaking also because she can come up with moving, uniting ones.

💓: Ask Pitch & Erebus. Jokes aside: much more...trusting, seeking out company and making an active effort of not being an ass. Reflectively protective. Soft, nervous glances at the person. Fears arising that she's too much, too damaged to be loved and nobody would want her other than for sex. It is both adorable and a damn mess because of her insecurities & traumas. Immediately thinking of them when she sees an object, hears something that can be associated with them.

🤡: Good god in her early childhood whenever she missed a kick and fell. Those are burned into her memory no matter how many successful acrobatics she executes.

🧳: Probably all of them by now

🤔: The depths of depravity.

🎢: Hell yes she does! And everything that is scary and fast. Rollercoasters, that thingy which swings in almost 360 degrees; dangerous and pumps her full of adrenaline. Oh plus the cotton candy shops!

🧑‍🍼: Well it became quite complicated. She definitely didn't want to get pregnant for multiple reasons both as a human and spirit. However, after fusing together with the Phoenix Force, Cindy learned that all fire now belonged to her and she can create new galaxies, extinguish old ones, absorb them etc. She does view them as her creations and she can get 'pregnant' by other cosmic/eldritch entities. It is basically a one month nuclear fusion inside her body then she takes off to the sky to 'give birth' by literally cracking open and the new constellation/solar system/galaxy takes their place in the sky. But she can very much do that without the 'extra help'.

[tarobytez]

disability in the Six Of Crows Duology; an analysis of Kaz Brekker, Wylan Van Eck, and the fandom’s treatment of them.

****Note: I originally wrote this for a tiktok series, which im still going to do, but i wanted to post here as well bc tumblr is major contributor to what im going to talk about

CW: ableism, filicide, abuse

In the Six of Crows duology, Leigh Bardugo delicately subverts and melds harmful disability tropes into her narrative, unpacking them in a way that I, as a disabled person, found immensely refreshing and…. just brilliant. 

But what did you all do with that? Well, you fucked it up. Instead of critically looking at the characters, y’all just chose to be ableist. 

For the next few videos paragraphs im going to unpack disability theory (largely the stuff surrounding media, for obvious reasons) and how it relates to Six Of Crows and the characterization of Kaz Brekker and Wylan Van Eck, then how, despite their brilliant writing, y’all completely overlooked the actual text and continuously revert them to ableist cariactures.

Disclaimer: 1. Shocker - i am disabled. I have also extensively researched disability theory and am very active in the disabled community. Basically, I know my shit. 2. im going to be mad in these videos this analysis. Because the way y’all have been acting has been going on for a long ass time and im fuckin sick of it. I don’t give a shit about non-disabled feelings, die mad

Firstly, I’m going to discuss Kaz, his play on the stereotypical “mean cripple” trope and how Bardugo subverts it, his cane, and disabled rage. Then, I am going to discuss Wylan, the “inspiration porn” stereotype, caregivers / parents, and the social model of disability. Finally, I will then explain the problems in the fandom from my perspective as a disabled person, largely when it comes to wylan, bc yall cant leave that boy tf alone.

Kaz Brekker

Think of a character who uses a cane (obviously not Kaz). Now, are they evil, dubiously moral, or just an asshole in general? Because nearly example I can think of is: whether it be Lots’O from Toy Story, Lucius Malfoy, or even Scrooge and Mr.Gold from Once Upon A Time all have canes (the last two even having their canes appear less and less as they become better people)

The mean/evil cripple trope is far more common than you would think. Villains with different bodies are confined to the role of “evil”. To quote TV Tropes, who I think did a brilliant job on explaining it “The first is rooted in eugenics-based ideas linking disability or other physical deformities with a "natural" predisposition towards madness, criminality, vice, etc. The Rule of Symbolism is often at work here, since a "crippled" body can be used to represent a "crippled" soul — and indeed, a disabled villain is usually put in contrast to a morally upright and physically "perfect" hero. Whether consciously on the part of the writer or not, this can reinforce cultural ideas of disability making a person inherently inferior or negative, much in the same way the Sissy Villain or Depraved Homosexual trope associate sexual and gender nonconformity with evil. ”

Our introduction to Kaz affirms this notion of him being bad or morally bankrupt, with “Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason”, etc. This mythologized version of himself, the “bastard of the barrel” actively fed into this misconception. But, as we the audience are privy to his inner thoughts, know that he is just a teenager like every other Crow. He is complex, his disability isn’t this tragic backstory, he just fell off a roof. It’s not his main motivation, nor does he curse revenge for making him a cripple - it is just another part of who he is. 

His cane (though the shows version fills me with rage but-) is an extension of Kaz - he fights with it, but it has a purpose. Another common thing in media is for canes to be simply accessories, but while Kaz’ cane is fashionable, it has purpose.

The quote “There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.” is so fucking powerful. Kaz does not want nor need a cure - its said in Crooked Kingdom that his leg could most likely be healed, but he chooses not to. Abled-bodied people tend to dismiss this thought as Kaz being stubborn but it shows a reality of acceptance of his disability that is just, so refreshing.

In chapter 22 of SOC, we see disabled rage done right - when he is called a cripple by the Fjerdan inmate, Kaz is pissed - the important detail being that he is pissed at the Fjerdan, at society for ableism, not blaming it on being disabled or wishing he could be normal. He takes action, dislocating the asshole’s shoulder and proving to him, and to a lesser extent, himself, that he is just as capable as anyone else, not in spite of, but because he is disabled. And that is the point of Kaz, harking back to the line that “there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken”. 

I cried on numerous occasions while reading the SOC duology, but the parts I highlighted in this section especially so. I, as many other disabled people do, have had a long and tumultuous relationship with our disability/es, and for many still struggle. But Kaz Brekker gave me an empowered disabled character who accepts themselves, and that means the world to me. 

Keeping that in mind, I hope you can understand why it hurts so much to disabled people when you either erase Kaz’s disability (whether through cosplay or fanfiction), or portray him as a “broken boy uwu”, especially implying that he would want a cure. That flies in the face of canon and is inherently fucking ableist. (if u think im mad wait until the next section)

Next, we have Wylan.  

Oh fucking boy. 

I love Wylan so fucking much, and y’all just do not seem to understand his character? Like at all? Since this is disability-centric, I’m not going to discuss how the intersection of his queerness also contributes to these issues, but trust me when I say it’s a contributing factor to what i'm going to say.

Wylan, motherfucking Van Eck. If you ableist pricks don’t take ur fucking hands off him right now im going to fight you. I see Wylan as a subversion another, and in my opinion more insidious stereotype pf disabled people - inspiration porn.

Cara Liebowitz in a 2015 article on the blog The Body Is Not An Apology explains in greater detail how inspiration porn is impactful in real life, but media is a major contributing factor to this reality. The technical definition is “the portrayal of people with disabilities as inspirational solely or in part on the basis of their disability” - but that does not cover it fully. 

Inspiration porn does lasting damage on the disabled community as it implies that disability is a negative that you need to “overcome” or “triumph” instead of something one can feel proud of. It exploits disabled people for the development of non-disabled people, and in media often the white male protagonist. Framing disability as inherently negative perpetuates ideals of eugenics and cures - see Autism $peaks’ “I Am Autism” ad. Inspiration porn is also incredibly patronizing as it implies that we cannot take care of ourselves, or do things like non-disabled people do. Because i stg some of you tend to think that we just sit around all day wishing we weren’t disabled. 

Another important theory ideal that is necessary when thinking about Wylan is the experience of feeling like a burden simply for needing help or accommodations. This is especially true when it comes to familial relationships, and internalized ableism.

The rhetoric that Wylan’s father drilled into his head, that he is “defective”, “a mistake”, and “needs to be corrected”, that he (Jan) was “cursed with a moron for a child” is a long held belief that disabled people hear relentlessly. And while many see Van Eck’s attempted murder of Wylan as “preposturous” and overall something that you would never think happens today - filicide (a parent murdering their child) is more common than you would like to believe. Without even mentioning the countless and often unreported deaths of disabled people due to lack of / insufficient / neglectful medical care, in a study on children who died from the result of household abuse, 40 of 42 of them (95%) were diagnosed with disabilities. Van Eck is not some caricature of ableist ideals - he is a real reflection on how many people and family members view disability. 

Circling back to how Wylan unpacks the inspiration porn trope - he is 3 dimensional, he is not only used to develop the other characters, he is just *chefs kiss* Leigh, imo, put so much love and care into the creation of Wylan and his story and character growth that is representative of a larger feeling in the disabled community. 

That being said, what you non-disabled motherfuckers have done to him.

The “haha Wylan can’t read” jokes aren’t and were not funny. Y’all literally boiled down everything Wylan is to him being dyslexic. And it’s like,,,, the only thing you can say about him. You ignore every other part of him other than his disability, and then mock him for it. There’s so much you can say about Wylan - simping for Jesper, being band kid and playing the fuckin flute, literally anything else. But no, you just chose to mock his disability, excellent fucking job!

Next up on “ableds stfu” - infantilization! y’all are so fucking condescending to Wylan, and treat him like a fucking toddler. And while partly it is due to his sexuality i think a larger portion is him being disabled. Its in the same vein of people who think that Wylan and Jesper are romantically one sided, and that Jesper only kind of liked Wylan, despite the canon evidence of him loving Wylan just as much. You all view him as a “smol bean”, who needs protecting, and care, when Wylan is the opposite of that. He is a fucking demolitions expert who suggested waking up sleeping men to kill them - what about that says “uwu”. You are treating Wylan as a burden to Jesper and the other Crows when he is an immensely valuable, fully autonomous disabled person - you all just view him as damaged. 

And before I get a comment saying that “uhhh Wylan isn’t real why do you care” while Wylan may not be real, how you all view him and treat him has real fucking impacts and informs how you treat people like me. If someone called me an “uwu baby boy” they’d get a fist square in the fucking jaw. Fiction informs how we perceive the world and y’all are making it super fucking clear how you see disabled people. 

Finally, I wanted to talk about how the social model of disability is portrayed through Wylan. For those who are unaware, the social model of disability contrasts the medical model, that views the disability itself as the problem, that needs to be cured, whereas the social model essentially boils down to creating an accommodating society, where disability acceptance and pride is the goal. And we see this with Wylan - he is able to manage his father’s estate, with Jesper’s assistance to help him read documents. And this is not out of pity or charity, but an act of love. It is not portrayed as this almighty act for Jesper to play saviour, just a given, which is incredibly important to show, especially for someone who has been abused by family for his disability like Wylan, that he is accepted. 

Yet, I still see people hold up Jesper on a pedestal for “putting up with” Wylan, as if loving a disabled person deserves a fucking pat on the back. It’s genuinely exhausting trying to engage with a work I love so much with a fandom that thinks so little of me and my community. It fucking shows. 

Overall, Leigh Bardugo as a disabled person wrote two incredibly meticulous and empowered disabled characters, and due to either lack of reading comprehension, ableism, or a quirky mix of both, the fandom has ignored canon and the experiences of disabled people for…. shits and giggles i guess. And yes, there are issues with the Grishaverse and disability representation - while I haven’t finished them yet so I do not have an opinion on it, people have been discussing issues in the KOS duology with ableist ideals. This mini series was no way indicative of the entire disabled experience, nor does it represent my entire view on the representation as a whole. These things need to be met critically in our community, and talked about with disabled voices at the forefront. For example, the limited perspective we get of Wylan and Kaz being both white men, does not account for a large portion of the disabled community and the intersection of multiple identities.

All-in-all, Critique media, but do not forget to also critique fandom spaces. Alternatively, just shut the fuck up :)

happy fucking disability pride month, ig