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ilovefandoms102 · 1 year

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Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: It’s your first year of law school and your Criminal Law Professor isn’t anything like you expected…

Note: Huge thank you to @lerrieslovechild for helping me with this!

Warnings🛑: professor!andy, age gap(reader is in her 20s), smut(slight dubcon, dom/sub aspects, unprotected vaginal sex, overstim, spanking)

Part 2

For as long as you could remember, you’d always wanted to be a lawyer. Specifically one that deals with family matters. See, you didn’t grow up in the best environment. Both your parents were drug addicts and were deep into deals with local gangs, mafias, the whole hog. Since you lived in a shitty area, no one looked twice at how your parents treated you.

One thing they could give you was making sure you went and stayed in school. The time your mother showed any kind of parental concern was when it came to your grades. You’re not sure where you got the brains from and had no one to ask since both sets of grandparents were dead.

From a young age, you knew the only way of getting away from this life was busting your ass in school. Your teachers always doted on you, was the top of all your classes, and got a full ride to the best law school. Once you turned 18, you packed your shit and cashed out every single penny of your savings so your parents couldn’t get their dirty hands on it.

You passed your undergrad with flying colors, moving you on to the first year of law school. No surprise, it was hard, but your favorite class had to be Criminal Law. You went in everyday excited to learn, and it wasn’t just because of your super hot Professor.

Professor Barber was probably the hottest man you’d ever seen, not even exaggerating. From his beard, to his huge beefy arms, luscious thighs and even more amazing ass, you were mesmerized. You didn’t let that get in the way of your studies however as I’m sure others did. You actually cared about what you were studying, maybe partly because of the life you had, but you also knew this would be important for your future career.

Your boyfriend, Chad, hated that you had his class. He was in his second year of law school and also had Professor Barber during his first year. Chad also hated how the Professor seemed to make you his star pupil which was a load of shit. You never even spoke to your Professor unless it was answering questions in class or when he handed back your essays and complimented yours. Professor Barber also knew how badly you wanted to be a family lawyer and set you up with some of his connections, another thing Chad hated.

Chad and you had been together almost a year now, but things started changing once he found out your class schedule. He’d become extremely critical of everything you did and became hateful if you couldn’t hang out. Before then, he was really sweet and outgoing. He treated you right, the sex wasn’t the best but he tried, sometimes he’d send you your favorite flowers.

Midterms were coming up and Professor Barber assigned a big reading along with a 40 plus page paper. It wasn’t anything like he’d assigned before, so all your focus was in to this assignment along with the 10 other things from other classes. That’s when it happened…

Andy stared at your paper, confusion flooding his brain as this wasn’t anywhere near acceptable. Your papers were always his favorite to read, you truly had a gift for the world of law. He’d never seen anything like it in his 5 years of teaching. But this…something was wrong and he was determined to find out.

He couldn’t help but take an interest in you. Aside from the phenomenal work you turned in, you were the smartest one in his class. The way you answered questions and actually paid attention to the material made him feel something he’d never felt. He couldn’t lie about how your beauty struck him every time you walked in his class. He tried not to, but Andy couldn’t help sometimes to stare at your curves or think how it would feel to have you under him while he held on to said curves.

It was so wrong he knew, but he couldn’t help it. The passion that you expressed drew him in like a drug. So when he saw you come in the next day, tear stained cheeks, he saw red. It took all his control to not walk up to you and pull you in his arms. Instead he went through the motions of teaching but noticed you weren’t as engaged as normal.

After class, he stopped you and your heart sunk to your stomach.

“Yes Professor?” you asked timidly, looking up at the man towering over you.

“Do you have a class right now?” Andy questioned.

“No sir, I have a gap.” you murmured, trying to look anywhere but his blue eyes.

“Come to my office, I’d like to discuss your paper.” he said with a tip of his head towards the hallway.

He grabbed his bag, gesturing for you to follow him. You nodded and walked behind him, your mind only on what happened with you and Chad.

“Are you taking his cock y/n?!” Chad roared, his finger in your face.

“No! Why would you even say that?!” you screamed back, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“That’s all you fucking do is talk about Professor fucking Barber! Every time I call you you’re doing work for his fucking class! All your free time is spent with him and not me your fucking boyfriend!” he seethed, the anger in his voice terrifying you.

You cowered back until you hit a wall, Chad charging into your space.

“Stop it Chad!” you sobbed.

“Stop crying like a little bitch and admit what you did!” Chad growled.

“Get out!” you screamed, shoving his chest back.

After some more screaming, Chad finally stormed out of your apartment. You laid in bed that night crying yourself to sleep.

“Y/n? Honey?” Andy shook your shoulder lightly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry Professor,” you mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Take a seat.” Andy offered, pointing to the seat across from his desk.

You sat of course, laying your bag on the empty one next to you. Nerves bundled in your stomach as you looked at the handsome man. He stood in front of you, leaning back against his desk. He looked so damn sexy, yet casual if drove you nuts.

“Is everything ok? This paper…well y/n this is nothing like you usually write so I’m concerned.” Andy started gently.

“I-” you started, your voice croaking as tears resurfaced.

“Sweetheart, you can tell me. You’re safe here, it’s just us.” Andy whispered, daringly moving a stray hair from your cheek.

“I’m sorry Professor Barber, I just…I know it’s not my best. I’ve had a really bad past few nights it just-I-I know it’s not an excuse.” you blubbered, crying right in front of your Professor.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, it’s alright honey. It’s alright. Tell you what, I’ll help you. Come to my place after your classes, then you can turn it in again, but that’ll be your final grade.” Andy said, your eyes widening.

His place?

Your Professor-your very, very HOT Professor wanted you to come over?

“I-I’m not sure.” you sniffled, glancing up into his eyes.

“I’ll give you my number, text you my address.” he whipped his phone out, handing it to you.

Stupidly, you typed your number in. Were you really about to do this? Logically, you could use his help, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to go to his place. What you weren’t prepared for is the moment everything would change…

You knocked on his door, biting your lip as you thought about running back to your car and going home. At the same time, you wondered what this night with your teacher would bring. He opened the door, his sexiness upping by a gazillion since he’d changed out of his usual suit into jeans and a long sleeved tshirt, a chain hanging from his neck that you wanted to grab on to. A chain you could see dangling above you as he fucked you silly.

“Hey sweetheart, come on in.” Professor Barber smiled, stepping aside to give you room to walk in.

“Thanks again for helping me Professor-” you started.

“Andy, call me Andy outside of school baby.” he said softly.

Andy…

Baby…

“Ok, um Andy. Thank you for giving me another chance and offering to help.” you smiled a bit, getting out your laptop from your backpack.

After hours of writing, Andy looking over it, editing and talking all things Crim Law, you were finally able to resubmit your paper. Andy deemed it perfect and that you two should celebrate with a drink. He pulled out his finest whiskey, pouring you both a shot.

“To the amazing y/n.” he grinned, clanking his glass to yours.

“Not sure about that.” you giggled, throwing the shot back.

Andy set about making you an actual drink, throwing that smirk at you that made your clit throb. God you wanted him so bad, and the alcohol didn’t help. Especially when he handed it to you and you clumsily spilt it all over yourself.

“Oh shit, you ok?” Andy asked, grabbing some towels to try and save your drenched clothes.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry.” you whispered, embarrassment flooding through.

“Baby, nothing to be sorry for. You can borrow something of mine and I’ll throw your stuff in the wash.” he offered, taking your hand and guiding you to his room.

Andy handed you one of his shirts, showing you to the bathroom while you changed. He hoped like fuck he wasn’t messing this up, the itch to touch you was driving him insane. Watching you work made his cock achingly hard, he almost had to excuse himself so he could jack off to the dirty thoughts he had in his mind.

He stopped breathing when you walked out, swallowed up in his shirt. All his control went out the window as he prowled to you, picked you up, and tossed you on his bed. A startled shriek escaped as you landed roughly, gulping when Andy pulled his shirt off. His jeans went next before he finally put a knee in the bed, crawling up to you.

“Andy-” you breathed, putting your hand to his chest.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” he growled, heat soaring through your body as you stared up at the beautiful man.

When you didn’t answer, Andy took that and slammed his lips to yours. You couldn’t control the whimper that flew out as you tangled your tongue with his, your hands taking that time to explore the muscle and ridges of his back.

“Fuck, really wanna eat you baby but we’ll have to save that for later.” Andy grunted, yanking his shirt off you.

“Later?” you squeaked, shivering when he nodded his head.

You didn’t have time to even think about being exposed to him, you were so hot and bothered and extremely tuned the fuck on. Sitting up, you threw your bra off while Andy took care of your panties.

Andy yanked you down to the end of the bed, spread your legs, and viscously thrusted inside you. The pain of his cock shot through you yet it felt so fucking good, your back arched from the bed as a pathetic moan rang out into his room.

“Christ baby, so fuckin’ perfect. Look at you, so wet and fucked out already.” he smirked while savagely slamming into you.

“Andy!” you squealed, pleasure spiking way to fast, faster than you’d ever felt.

You could feel it coming, you recognized the feeling yet you’d only ever been able to do it to yourself. This would be your first orgasm during sex, and your Professor was about to give it to you in a way you’d never forget.

“You gonna cum already sweetheart? We just got started.” Andy grinned, holding your hips tighter as he pounded in faster.

“An-Andy I-I’m gonna-” you gasped as your whole body tightened, your orgasm sweeping over you.

Andy smiled menacingly as he watched you, the most beautiful woman lose it taking his cock. He didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon either as he flipped you over, smacking your ass harshly as he pulled you up to your knees.

“All mine now baby, my little slut to do whatever I want with.” he growled, laying another smack to your ass.

You whined against the sheets, shakily pushing up on your hands as you looked over your shoulder. Andy stared into your eyes as he stuffed his cock back into you, watching your eyes roll back as your head fell forward. He reached around, finding your clit and rubbing just as harshly as he hammered into your sore pussy.

“Andy, it’s too much!” you sobbed, another orgasm crashing over.

“Mmmm I know my baby can take it.” he hummed, continuing his movements while you could only sit there and take it.

Orgasm after orgasm, your last one with you on your back with your legs over Andy’s shoulders when he finally let go and planted himself to the root. You were so gone with pleasure you didn’t get to watch, and you secretly hoped there would be a time you could.

Andy was careful with his baby, cleaning her up and tucking her into his side. The two of you shared lots of gentle kisses until you passed out with your head on his chest. Andy finally felt like he’d found the person he’d been looking for, and he was going to do whatever it took to keep you.

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evilcare · 3 months

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Um…

“He followed her around the woods until she agreed to have sex with him. She only had sex with him to get her to leave her alone.”

I have never heard such an ignorant statement in my entire life. 😢༼ಢ_ಢ༽

I only watched 5x11 once and that was when I first watched the show. Which was December 2022. And I know full and damn well that that is not how it went down. I have a clear memory of what happened. And that ain’t it.

Klaus did not say to Caroline, “I’ll leave you alone and leave Hellhole Falls forever if you let me eat your coochie/let me fuck.” 🙄

No. I specifically remember him asking her for her confession about him. About her feelings for him. Not once did he ever imply that he wanted her to have sex with him in exchange for him leaving Mystic Falls. He asked for the truth. It was not a transaction for sex in exhange for him fucking leaving Mystic Falls.

Klaus: I want your confession.

Caroline: About what? I didn’t do anything!

Klaus: About me.

He asked for her honesty. He promised her that he was leaving town for good and the only thing that he asked her for was her honesty. He had always respected Caroline for her honesty and he asked to be real this last time.

Stop making it out to be like he coerced her into sleeping with him. As I recall, Caroline was the one who kissed him. Not the other way around. She said in 5x15, that it was her choice to sleep with Klaus and she even told Kat that it felt good to kiss him. It was HER choice. Not once did he ever force her into doing something that she did not want to do. Nor did he compel her. You must be getting Klaus mixed up with the town’s number one sexual predator. ⬇️🙄

⬆️ He sleeps with the women he compels by the way. *cough cough* They have no free will meaning that they cannot consent. *cough cough* He also tries to kiss women after they reject him. But Caroline is called a thot for what happened to her, for hating Damon, and for actually feeling disturbed that Elena was with him. Even though Caroline was coming from a place of worry. Wouldn’t you be worried if your friend was hooking up with your abuser? Wouldn’t you be concerned if your friend was sire bonded to the guy who is possibly abusing your friend the same way he abused you? And people act like what Damon did to Andi is isn’t an issue because she’s “irrelevant,” although the shit he did was disturbing. Just because Andi wasn’t a huge character like the main gang doesn’t mean that what Damon did to her should be brushed over. It was disturbing. And if y’all lie and say that what Damon did to Care and Andi was not SA, then you and your mother will be receiving the blocked button. I will not argue with you. Keep it in the fucking drafts.

Klaus is not the same as Damon. Sorry not sorry. And don’t y’all dare bring up the scene that happened in the woods in 4x01. He gave her a warning. “Wrong place, wrong equipment,” or something like that. If he wanted her only for sex and was a creep like Damon, and had no respect for Caroline, then he would have acted as if he was Tyler and slept with her while he was in Tyler’s body or fucking compelled her. But he didn’t do either of those things. Klaus respects Caroline. Period. You can come up with whatever bullshit excuse you want. I don’t give a damn. Also, the Damon is a Demon gif is not mine.

#klaus x caroline #Klaus did not follow her around the woods to get her to have sex with him #The delusional gang must be stopped.#make it make sense #And if you’re going to hate on Caroline for sleeping with Klaus please grow the fuck up #And the only people who deny that Damon is SA abuser are some Damon fans and loser rival shippers who hate Caroline for no reason #y’all come up with the stupidest arguments against Caroline and this couple Jesus #The most ignorant motherfuckers to ever grace this earth #Damon is Caroline’s abuser and y’all need to stop glossing over that shit #Then the writers had the nerve to pair Caroline up with his apologist the same dumbass who stood by and did nothing when Caroline was #getting abused so disrespectful to not only Caroline but survivors in general #Klaus is not the same as Damon end of discussion #klaroline rants

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paperstorm · 7 months

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Andie how do you think the 126 sees Tarlos? Like do they think they’re all lovey-dovey, do they think they’re vanilla as fuck? Do they think they’re complete menaces nymphomaniacs? What are the team headcanons for the Couple, capital c, of the group?

I feel like ... some members of the gang knows wayyyy more about Carlos than he would like them to 😂 He's so sort of quiet and reserved and private and conservative and TK is so the complete opposite of that. Especially being raised by the two most inappropriate parents. So I have a feeling at least like Nancy knows exactly what Carlos is really like. Exactly what his kinks are, exactly how insatiable he is, exactly how furniture-breaking the sex is. And they all just sort of have an unspoken agreement to just never acknowledge this fact if Carlos and Nancy are ever in a room together. I think some of the others maybe don't know quite as much, and see more of the front that Carlos puts up. (Paul saying cool as a breeze is Carlos's natural state??? Please. Mild anxiety attack is Carlos's natural state, he's just a good actor about it.) But TK is a chatty little bean so they know all about how much TK loves him. He comes in so many days like GUYS GUESS WHAT CARLOS DID and gushes at them for like 10 minutes about something incredibly mundane like the way he ties his shoelaces being extra adorable.

#911ls asks

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writing-the-stars · 2 years

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can I request yandere damon salvatore hcs?

Yes, you can

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Damon is downright obsessed with you— he has been from the moment he laid eyes on you

He loves the way you walk, talk, laugh, and smile. He is consumed with the very essence of you

He watches over you 24/7 to ensure nothing happens

Going out with friends? He’s lurking in the shadows. Lunch at the Grill? He’s a few tables down

Even when you’re sleeping, he watches over you to make sure you’re safe

He loves you and he would be damned if he lost you due to his negligence

The times that you are aware of his constant presence, you find rather endearing. You think it’s sweet that he’s always ready to protect you— and in a supernaturally charged town, you needed it

He is incredibly possessive of you, having lost both Katherine, Elena, and even Andie to his brother. He wasn’t going to let that pattern happen a fourth time

He becomes very irate whenever you are near Stefan, which makes it very difficult for you to hang out with the Scooby Doo gang

And Lord help if you speak to him for longer than Damon deems necessary. You have to beg the eldest Salvatore not to hurt his brother, reassuring him that you only want to be with him

And if that’s how he is with his own brother, imagine how he behaves when other men start showing you a little too much attention

Hearts have been ripped from chests and the brief uptake in “animal attacks” was no coincidence

However, when he realized he was scaring you away, he switched to a different tactic

He became very physical, having to touch some part of you at any given moment. Your hand, your thigh, your hips

He loves your body and he wants you and everyone else to know that it’s his. That you are his

You have so many hickeys people are starting to think you’re a leper

The amount of foundation you have gone through to cover them up is insane

There are hickeys in places you didn’t even know you could get hickeys in

You didn’t mind though, it made you feel beautiful in a way. Plus, the sex that came with it was AMAZING

There were times where you couldn’t walk the next day that’s how good it was

You are well-loved by Damon. He worships the ground you walk on

You love him—fully and wholeheartedly— despite the common reckless decision and possessive nature

You understand where it comes from and you’re helping to make him better everyday

A/N: Hi Anon! Thank you for requesting this. I hope you enjoyed this post! Thank you everyone for reading! I hope you’re having a wonderful day!

(Btw, did any of you catch my Grease reference???)

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martinedutot76 · 4 months

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#sex gang children #andi sex gang #photography #black and white

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sex-gang-children-official · 6 months

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Excerpts from Andi's forthcoming book Bastard Art.

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lambsouvlaki · 9 months

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For the Hell of it - Good Morning (*)

Character: Jason Todd x civilian! Fem!oc

Rating and Warnings: M (nsfw), male masturbation, oral sex.

Word Count: 1,004

Summary: Jason dreams of what he can't have.

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Jason liked to start his mornings with a scorching hot shower. Burn away the haze of sleep, and what felt like the top layer of his skin, so he could start the new day fresh and clean.

He dropped his boxers in the hamper and stepped into the tiled shower. This was one of his nicer safe houses and the water pressure was merciless. He groaned under the torrent and rolled his shoulders. The muscles ached from the night’s activities all down his back and thighs. Not the pain of injury, but the rewarding sting of pushing himself further. It was addictive in its own way. He turned so water streamed down his back, curling around his sides and dribbling down his abs.

He closed his eyes.

It had been a busy but unremarkable patrol. Tailing a gang leader, breaking up a weapons trade at a warehouse. The only novel factor was the glimpse of Andy he caught from a well placed rooftop.

She had been in the courtyard of a bar, dancing with some of her friends.

He paused when he recognised her. She looked so different from her usual look, what she called greasy librarian chic. He smiled to see her living it up a little. Why else was he fighting so hard to protect the city if people couldn’t feel safe enough to let their hair down? In a low-backed dress that hugged her hips and thighs, she swayed and sang along to some crooning tune. Long hair tickled her bare back. He caught the echo of her laughter when one of her friends twirled her out across the dance floor.

He squeezed his eyes closed harder.

He was not a man easily distracted. He paid for safe working spaces for half the sex workers in Crime Alley for fuck’s sake, and a significant number of those men and women doubled as his informants. He compartmentalised. It had literally never been a challenge for him to keep things professional.

But he had dreamed of her.

Of the curve of her bare back, shining under the golden neon lights. Of her laughter, husky in his ear. The silky folds of her dress, rippling down her body, pooling at her feet. Her big curious eyes looking up at him. His hand squeezing the flesh of her thigh, wound tight around his hip. Her lips pressed to his neck. He rolled them over.

And he woke up alone, face down in his own bed.

He turned the water temperature up. It pelted his skin and steamed around him.

Andy was his friend, the closest he’d ever had outside of the hero scene. He wouldn’t ruin that.

He tried to focus on the day’s to-do list.

The tip off Spoiler gave him implied those guns moving through the docks were funded by Scarecrow, but everything he had found the week before said it was Maroni. He needed to go over the case again and reassess.

Don’t think about it.

Roy wanted his opinion on some case he was working in New York. Jason promised to go over the files before the weekend.

Don’t think about it.

The water fell down his body in furious rivulets, curling around him, hot and insistent.

Dick wanted to schedule something about- he didn’t remember what. He could go do… whatever that was.

Fuck.

His hand wrapped around his cock. He sighed in relief.

He leaned his other arm against the wall and his forehead against his forearm.

Unbidden, her smile curled in his mind’s eye.

Fuck, Andy.

Thoughts of her were like smoke, curling and wafting around the barriers in his mind without a care. The softness of her skin. The spice of her perfume, the thickness of her hair. In his dream she had laughed, low and seductive. He had never heard her sound like that.

He imagined her whispering in his ear. He replayed in his head the way she said his name. Jason, please.

He was a terrible friend.

His hand was rough and calloused against the tender skin of his cock. Her lips would be soft, and almost grinning, as she looked up at him from her knees. That sparkle in her eyes when she was enjoying his nonsense but didn’t want him to think he was getting away with it.

A groan rumbled in his chest.

He would card his hands through her hair. He’d hold it back from her face and cup her jaw while she took him into her mouth. He would be gentle. Unless she asked him not to be. Only if she asked him.

He thrust his hips into his curled hand. His mind’s eye conjured her head, held steady in both of his hands while he thrust deep. Her muted moans hummed against his cock as he plundered her throat.

Words danced on the tip of his tongue but he held them back. Things he couldn’t admit even in the privacy of his own shower.

I won’t ever hurt you, baby. I’ll keep you safe. Look after you, always. Fuck, that’s a good girl.

Her hands wrapped around his thighs to hold herself steady. Her eyelashes fluttered shut, relishing his rough treatment.

“Andrea,” he choked out.

His vision whited out. He pumped once, twice, three more times into his hand, and came onto the shower tiles.

He sucked in a deep breath, pleasure uncoiling through his whole body. The aftershocks rocked through him, and he leaned heavily against the wall. The sensations retreated all too swiftly, and were gone. His limbs felt weak.

The water was running warm. He grudgingly opened his eyes. Andy was not here.

The evidence of his indulgence washed slowly off the wall.

He let go of himself, aching from the scratch of hard calluses against tender skin. He lowered his head, scowling.

He slapped the shower controls in the other direction. Cold water blasted his body. He gasped against the shock and tried to convince himself he was never going to do that again.

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hyperactivewhore · 4 months

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I can't believe the topic of what happened between Damon and Caroline is still being debated, as if it should've ever been debated in the first place. Damon 100% raped and abused Caroline, and Elena 100% knew about it and still chose to be with him anyway, because she gave no shits about anyone else but herself and was a shit friend and a piece of shit in general. And you wonder why people hated Elena so much? For that exact reason right there and deservedly so. Stop being so stupid and in denial. And Caroline being the one to actively pursue Damon first and consenting to sex one time only doesn't make what Damon did null and void. The dude is still a fucking rapist and abuser. I get you hate Caroline, but come one now.

Jesus. Take a pill and calm down lmao, no one is attacking you.

There is no evidence of Elena being aware of the rape because the writers decided to act as if Damon never touched Caroline: I'm aware he did, he forced himself on her and the show never addressed or even recognized the trauma she endured. Just as they decided to act as if he didn't also rape Andy and as if Katherine hadn't raped Stefan and as if Klaus hadn't made out with Care in Tyler's body, which is no matter what sexual abuse all the same, especially because Caroline was gonna have sex with him - I don't think he would have went further with her, though.

I do agree however with the fact that Damon 100% raped Caroline, Stefan probably knew (as it's implied) and people pretending otherwise is just stupid and awful. This conversation says everything we need to know:

[Stefan: They are people, Damon. She's not a puppet. She doesn't just exist for your amusement, for you to feed on whenever you want to.

Damon: Sure she does. They all do. They're whatever I want them to be. They're mine for the taking.

Stefan: All right, you've had your fun. You used Caroline, you got to me and Elena, good for you. Now it's time for you to go.

Damon: That's not a problem. Because... I've been invited in... and I'll come back tomorrow night, and the following night, and I'll do...with your little cheerleader whatever I want... to do, because that is what is normal... for me.]

But blaming Elena for it is straight up disgusting. As far as I know, the only time she brought up her "relationship" with Damon was in season four, some comment about how Caroline jumped in bed with him. She would have never said that if she knew he had raped her, and it's left ambiguous for a reason.

Liz was the best friend of the man who raped her daughter, Caroline got along well with the woman who raped her husband and Caroline herself was forced to get along with Damon, the man who abused her and traumatized her. Deciding if x person knew what had happened has always been our choice, the writers would never dare to address the sexual abuse this characters did simply because they were fan favorite.

Being honest it's quite stupid of your part to act as if Caroline herself wasn't also a bad friend. Everyone in the Mystic Falls gang was at one point. Hating Elena - and Matt - was literally a trend that started in social media and got out of hand because people got caught up in it, everyone was crying when Nina left and everyone hates season seven just because she wasn't on it, the character people despise so badly. And the fact that you're implying I've ever defended a rapist is fucking disgusting, I've never done that and I've never will, stop being stupid and grow the fuck up, the way toxic stans lose their shit because people don't like Caroline is ridiculous.

#caroline forbes #anti damon salvatore #elena gilbert #klaus mikaelson #tyler lockwood #stefan salvatore #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #to

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lafemmemacabre · 1 year

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I need normies to understand that a lot of subcultures don't derive their names in straightforward ways. Some do, like metalheads and rivetheads -- and even then most of you are... Extremely ignorant on it anyway. The amount of times I've had to explain to people that "emo" comes from "Emocore" which is a shortened version of "Emotional Hardcore Punk" is astounding -- but a lot of the time it's not like that.

Sure goths are labelled goths AND a lot of our subcultural sensitivities are derived from gothic literature and we think gothic architecture fucking rules but also? Neither the literature genre nor the architecture are where we got the name from.

We got the name through an internal joke between artists that are now considered goth, about how Andi Sex Gang from Sex Gang Children was a ridiculous gothy troll too obsessed with the macabre who lived in a building literally called the Visigoth Towers, so if he was a goth, then his fans were goths too.

Even then, the label "goth" was a pejorative when it first spread and most of our iconic bands hated being called that because they associated "goth" with the tackier, less serious contemporary bands that they considered basically low brow campy horror fanservice for losers obsessed with old and bad horror movies (Specimen, Alien Sex Fiend, and so on) while they were Serious Musicians just going through a Tormented Artist phase. There's a reason why Dinah Cancer from 45 Grave (a campy, "low brow", horror fanservice band) embraced the goth label immediately (and still does), while many of her contemporaries from more "serious" bands didn't and to this day won't.

Now, going back to the lolita subculture:

Do Americans realize that American literature classics aren't classics everywhere? Each cultural region and even country has its own literature classics. I wasn't made to read Mark Twain or Hemingway in school because I'm Chilean. I was forced to read Don Quixote, some people were also forced to read El Mio Cid, I had to suffer through fucking Subterra. I had to read María Luisa Bombal, García Márquez, Marcela Paz, and many, many others. AND I'M SOMEONE FROM A CULTURE THAT SHARES AN ALPHABET WITH THE ANGLOPHONE WORLD. Chilean culture is also undeniably more directly impacted by American culture than Japan is.

Lolita, the book, wasn't that old by the time the lolita subculture started, I'm going to assume it wasn't that widely known in Japan since it was relatively new in the US itself, and Japan has its own literature to occupy itself with. Not that there's no translations or that Japanese people don't read Western literature, of course they do, I can also easily find translated copies of The Great Gatsby if I go to any mainstream bookshop in Santiago, but what I'm saying is that books that are ubiquitous in the US cultural landscape aren't necessarily so everywhere else, much less in diametrically opposed geo-cultural areas that are highly culturally isolated, AND there's cultural influences in other countries that ARE ubiquitous in those countries that foreigners have no clue about. If any piece of Western literature has been greatly influential in the lolita fashion subculture it wasn't Nabokov's Lolita, but Alice in Wonderland, in part because lolita fashion's whole point was escaping sexualization.

I think we're all aware that Japanese pop culture, especially in anime, has a lot of issues with the sexualization of children (not like that's a problem unique to Japan but, whatever), BUT I think it's also pretty fucking racist or at least orientalist to perceive any embracing of childish cuteness as inherently sexual and pedophilic or otherwise perverse as soon as it comes from Japan (especially when the fashion itself literally has you covered from head to toe AND WAS DESIGNED PRECISELY TO ESCAPE BEING SEXUALIZED BY MEN, BY YOUNG GIRLS, NOT BY PEDOPHILIC MEN OR GROWN WOMEN WHO WANTED TO APPEAL TO THEM).

Stop talking about shit you don't know anything about with authority, for the love of fuck.

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