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justanotherpitstop11 · 2 years

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One night in Spielberg

This is my first ever fic (and probably my last lol) and english is not my first language, so please be understanding. I don't want any hate on this blog so if it's not your cup of tea, don't read it. Thank you 💖 Just leaving this here and going to sleep, byeee. 🙈

Summary: I read a fic the other day with Checo and his PR officer and I had thoughts. A lot of thoughts. It's a friends to lovers story, but smut.

Warnings: smut, 18+, fingering, unprotected sex

Working for Red Bull Racing was a dream come true for you. So as the head of the PR department, it was hard when you saw them struggling for the past few years with finding the perfect teammate for Max.

2020 came by and unfortunately Alex couldn't perform on the required level, so it was an open secret that he should be gone by the end of the season. It was a shame because he is such a sweet guy and you loved working with him, he was like a little brother to you.

You heard rumours about who's gonna replace him, but you never believed those paddock gossips. At the end of the season the news came. The "experienced driver" who will replace Alex for the 2021 season is actually Checo Perez who almost lost his seat in F1, which would be a shame as he is an excellent driver and seems like a great guy too.

Christian gave you the responsibilty to help him with the media stuff and with the integration to his new team.

First time you met him it was at Milton Keynes, one member of your crew was showing him the factory and introducing him to the people. When you first met him, you felt nothing special, he was just like every other driver, well dressed, sporty elegant style, kind and polite.

In the first few months it became clear that you two were a great match, immediately clicked, having fun during race weekends, you had your inside jokes, you also helped him prank the whole marketing crew because you knew how much he likes pranks and you considered it as a kind of team building. Slowly you became good friends. Maybe a little bit too good because some people in the paddock find your relationship suspicious, but you thought they have too much time for things like this and they just like the drama.

But the RB home race came, and it had changed everything.

Usually, for the Austrian GP the whole crew was staying at this lovely hotel, with an amazing view to the mountains and there is a cute lake beside it which makes it more romantic and peaceful. You always loved this place, you wanted to stay here for the rest of the year if it was possible.

The plan was a media day with the AlphaTauri guys, so you had to wake up early in the morning to prepare everything with the marketing crew because it was more complicated than usual with all the games and different locations to go. You made sure that everything is ready when the guys arrive.

First time you saw the guys they were already wearing those stupid lederhosen and you couldn't help but laugh, but also you had to admit that Checo looked really cute in it. Maybe too cute, you felt a little weird to acknowledge that, even if you didn't say it out loud. He saw you being in your head.

"Que pasa Y/N? You must be really tired to prepare all of this. If I had known that this is what we will do today I would let you sleep instead."

"I am actually tired, but this view is totally worth it...I mean you guys in these clothes... It's hilarious."

He's now looking at you with fake anger but couldn't help himself and laugh with you.

"Yeah, no wonder why we hate the marketing team so much."

The day went smooth so you could laugh freely at the boys' actions including the cow milking, the racing in the woods and all the other stupid tasks the team gave to them, they behaved well and it seemed they had a lot of fun, so it was a successful day after all.

It was time for a little relax, and the hotel had a nice pool on the terrace so you and a few other members of the crew went for it, chillin' with your glass of wine and discussing the day. Once you heard noises from the hotel and all of a sudden, the boys were out in their swimming pants, already a little drunk. Max, Pierre and Checo was trying to convince Yuki to jump into the pool, of course they didn't have to tell him twice, next thing you know he was spreading all the water over you and your company. Soon the boys joined the spontanious party and the pool became a mess as everyone were splashing the water all over the place. At one moment you find yourself sitting on Checo's shoulders as you were playfully fighting with your friend from the marketing crew who sat on Pierre's.

After a while the group started to calmed down and everyone left to have some sleep before the race weekend, leaving just the two of you in the summer night.

"Today wasn't that bad as you imagined, no?" You asked him, breaking the unusual silence as you were slowly swimming back and forth in front of him.

"No it wasn't, I love having fun with the team. I just don't like to be in front of all these cameras and stuff. But you know that."

"Yeah I know, but you survived, and you were absolutely professional, I'm proud of you."

"Oh really? Maybe you drank too much, that's why you saying nice things to me." he said with that cheeky smile on his face, which made you blush.

"I'm always saying nice things to you. Except when you do something stupid, then you need some punishment." Maybe it was the alcohol going through your veins, but you started to feel brave enough to flirt a little bit.

"Punishment? Maybe you deserve some, because of those activities you made me do today." and with that he went after you and when he reached you from behind he started to tickle you and you were going crazy beacuse you were ticklish as hell.

You were trying to fight it, giggling and screaming at the same time but it was hard, he was stronger than you so it was quite a challenge. Somehow you managed to get behind him and you were immediately jumping on his back, crossing your legs in front of him so he had to hold you with both hands. Now you were in control, but you had no plan, just to keep his hand busy for a while so he can't torture you any longer.

"You said you had fun today." You were panting close to his ear.

"I did."

"So why are you punishing me?" You asked him half laughing, looking at his neck, somehow feeling an urge to kiss it. You started to feel something as you were on his back so close to him, only with your swimsuits on.

"I just wanted a reason to touch you." You came back from your thoughts, his words were echoing in your ears like they were coming from another planet. You stiffened on his back and you had no clue what to answer, if he said that for real and it wasn't just your imagination. Today was the first day that you saw him in a different way, but you immediately chased away those thoughts about his smile, his hair, his face... he is your friend and colleauge, maybe the place was the reason of these stupid thoughts. And now he says he wanted to touch you.

He felt that you changed your posture and the silence was deafening. He slowly let go of your legs and now he was facing you. He held onto your waist and he was looking at you with so much desire in his eyes which you've never seen before. Or maybe you were just blind.

"Checo, I don't kn..."

"I want you. I want you right here and right now. If you don't want me, you can go but I can't do this anymore."

You wasn't sure what was he talking about, but as you saw his desperate face, without a second thought you ran your fingers through his wet hair, over his neck and placing it on his chest. You looked at him and you could feel the need for him inside of you. You didn't answer, but kissed him. The kiss was passionate, eager it felt like the two of you were waiting for this for ages. And maybe that was the truth, but you didn't care at that moment, you didn't want answers, you just wanted him, every part of him.

You felt his hand on your ass, so you crossed your leg around him again, but now facing him, your lips didn't part for a second, and you were heading towards the side of the pool. You felt the cold stone hitting your back and he started to attack your neck, slowly going down to your breasts. Meanwhile your fingers were in his hair slightly pulling it and you could feel now his hardening cock between your legs.

"Not here." You hoped he heard what you said because you were panting really hard.

"Yeah..."

Somehow you were managed to get out of the pool and heading towards your room. As soon as you made it inside, you were on each other again, and he was taking you to your bed.

You were kissing again, but now he was rubbing your clit through your wet underwear.

"God, even if we were in the pool I could feel how wet are you for me, cariño."

You were surprised by his dirty talk, you've never imagined him like this, but oh, you loved it.

"Mhm yeah, it's just for you, you make me feel like this." You heard him groaning at your words, and he pulled away the piece of clothes covering your pussy, his fingers now running through your wet folds.

You were moaning into his mouth, trying to pull him as close as possible.

He pushed two fingers inside you, slowly moving them in and out, his tongue now circling your nipple. He felt confident from your reaction, but also a little impatient and more needy so he increased the pace. You felt that your orgasm is close, so you warned him.

"Oh fuck, Checo I'm gonna cum, please..."

"Come on baby, cum on my fingers, let me see your beautiful body shaking from the pleasure."

He didn't need to ask twice, you came undone quickly. He was kissing you as you slowly came back from your high, he already pulled his fingers out of you so you grabbed his hand and put them into your mouth licking off all the mess you made.

He was amazed by your actions and he looked at you like you were the most perfect woman in the world.

"I would love to see what you can do with that beautiful mouth of yours, but I want my cock inside you more."

"Yes...please."

"Please what? Tell me what you want."

"I...I want you to fuck me."

He didn't want to wait any longer, so he got rid of his pants quickly and placed himself between your legs. He was caressing your thigh with one hand while he placed his cock at your entrance with the other. He slowly pushed himself inside you and you were both moaning at the sensation.

"Yes cariño, you taking me so well." he said as he adjusted the rythm.

"It feels so good, don't stop." It was barely louder than a whisper, but you were surprised that you could speak, as you were already seeing stars.

You were both a moaning and groaning mess, hands all over each other, trying to explore every part of each others' body, you scratching his back and he holding your leg with one hand and your waist with the other.

You could feel that he was close too, shutting his eyes closed and increasing the pace.

"Checo, fuck... I'm so close."

"Yeah baby me too... be a good girl and cum on my cock."

You immediately reached your high again, and he followed you, painting your walls with his cum. No one had ever made you feel like this before, everything felt right and perfect, like you were made for each other.

You were trying to catch your breath as you layed in your bed together, looking at each other with tired but sparkling eyes. You wanted to ask him what did he mean when he said he can't do this anymore, but you wanted to enjoy this moment with him.

"Shower?" he asked.

"Yeah... I feel dirty."

"I have no clue why is that." he laughed. "Can I join you?"

"Please, it would be my pleasure."

"Well, it will be, I have some ideas."

You chuckled and grabbed his hand to pull him into the bathroom. Maybe tomorrow will be a better time to discuss this situation as you felt it's gonna be a long and eventful night.

#checo perez #sergio perez #f1 smut #f1 imagine #f1 x reader

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just-antithings · 8 months

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A person on twitter asked people to share their experiences with becoming profic, and some of the answers gave me hope, so I thought I'd share.

https://twitter.com/Morcoroni/status/1678160747300376579

CW csa, suicide, bullying, lolicon

i was basically anti when i got into fandom cuz i was way young and stupid,it wasnt until 2020 that i realized i was BEING stupid abt restricting myself 💀 i found out abt profic bc a tweet from a profic gimmick account was recommended to me, SO GLAD IT WAS i shudder to think that id basically be guilt tripping myself for forever hadnt that tweet showed up when it did 😭

i was an anti, got dragged into a group of super toxic antis amd lost really close and dear friends, it opened my eyes to see that my behavior was unacceptable and i regret it to this day, i've learned not to judge people so easily and to control my anger issues

Unfortunately mine was when the leopards started eating my face with the jjba ship giomis, then I kinda realized that I was miserable in anti spaces. I’m much happier now :)

I was dogpilled on my diff acc and called "pedo" for saying there should be no big censhorship (as long we are talking about fiction) on AO3 and for shipping otayuri five years prior to the incident. Prior to that I didn't even know that there was smthg like anti/pro divide. Since then I am just staying away from people who are openly antis and I am not posting much anywhere, mainly just lurking.

While not full blown anti i was on that mind set years ago back when i was into she ra. However between a friend explaining things and me seeing jusy how awful antis are i realized what i was doing was wrong and ive never looked back.

Being a CSA victim and harbouring a lot of internalised guilt for reading profiction and imagining myself in that position myself and then just realising hating myself for enjoying that stuff was stupid

I discovered incest shotac0n when I was 13 and fought it for many MANY years. Felt disgusted with myself until Finally told a therapist about it and she was like, "why? Let yourself explore that. It's fictional. Nobody is being hurt" and it just felt so..... freeing.

Japanese artist said he might kill emself because Westerners came to his no interaction pixiv twitter acc and told him he wasva pedophile

When I finally felt the difference between "I don't like it" and "It has to be banned and the creator must die". Censorship would bring me much closer to fascists than a supposed safe place, and I definitely don't want to be associated with these people in the slightest.

I was well into adulthood when the pro-fic movement got underway but I *was* an asshole fic flamer in the 2000s. It wasn't till I saw Klantis in VLD spouting the same reasons of making fandom "better" to be dicks that the weight of my past shittiness really dawned on me.

#mod erin #ask #posted without comment #suicide mention #incest mention #voltron mention #fascism mention #pedophillia mention #shotacon mention #csa mention

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mulderwearingglasses · 2 years

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In 2020, I lost my grandma to COVID-19.

I had already lost the parts of her who knew me to Alzheimer’s.

But many years before, she was my summer salvation. My mom was a working single mom so that meant summers were spent nestled in my grandma’s little house. She’d cut me up apple slices and pass them to me on tiny plates to eat inside blanket forts and take me to the library and the ice cream shop and buy ladybugs at the garden store so I could watch them fly in the backyard. We watched cartoons and cooked messes together. By this point, her husband was long gone so I like to think that we both gave each other something those summers. Companionship and simple joys to pass our hot, lazy days.

To me, she was a quintessential grandmotherly figure: she had perfect wrinkles, a soft and warm body, sweet temperament. I can’t remember her raising her voice. Only soft-spoken, simple smiles.

As an adult now, I recognize I didn’t know much about her. I knew what she ordered at the ice cream shop and what her soft snores sounded like when she fell asleep on the couch next to me, but I didn’t know what she was afraid of or what her proudest moment was or what the last thing that made her cry was.

I did know the X-Files was her favorite show. Not because we watched it together - she’d turn the channel back to cartoons whenever I came into the room and say it was too scary for me.

I didn’t really know what the X-Files were growing up other than it was a show about aliens. I assumed because my sweet, mild-mannered grandma liked it, it wasn’t something of interest to me.

I didn’t give the show much thought until my grandma died. I was talking about her with my mom and remembering all the little things I could, recounting my favorite times with her. How she worked at a chocolate shop and we’d visit her and she’d sneak me pieces of candy. Her shuffling gait, the way her shoes barely left the ground and she’d marched forward in tiny, deliberate steps.

“And she loved The X-Files” my mom had said.

Oh yeah, I remembered.

By this time, I was in my mid-20s and had grown into exactly who I wanted to: a macabre, little writer who loved Halloween, the paranormal and all things spooky.

“Isn’t the X-Files about aliens? It just seems like a show grandma wouldn’t have liked,” I’d said. “She was so sweet and, I don’t know, I never heard her talk about aliens and she didn’t like scary things and I can’t remember her talking about the fantastical or anything.”

“Yeah, I never watched it either,” my mom said “But your grandma loved that show. I guess it’s hard to fully know someone. But you know what she always said. ‘There’s so much we don’t know.’”

And I laughed remembering the phrase my grandma frequently uttered after a lull in conversation, when she’d stare off into space.

One night shortly after my grandma died, I was stuck inside during the pandemic and missing my family. I had moved away years before and felt disconnected from mourning our matriarch. I couldn’t even fly home to see her because of the virus.

So I started watching The X-Files. And, oh my god, it was just the kind of show I would lose my mind over. Government conspiracies and supernatural spooks and an emphasis on belief and trust and vulnerability and, not to mention, two hot idiots in love?? I was hooked. I became obsessed with this show during a very weird time in my life, and the more I watched, the more I imagined my grandma feeling the same. We must have been so much more alike than I knew. I wished I could ask her what she thought about UFOs and what her favorite episode was and what episode freaked her out the most and what season of Mulder she thought was the hottest (season 1, Duh)

I found the X-Files fan fic community and now look for X-Files treasures every time I step into a thrift store (some great finds!!) and play my favorite episodes almost every night. I feel the soft warmth of my grandma with me when I do.

And whenever I watch a scene or episode where I’m like “man, I can’t believe my unassuming little grandma loved this show” I always smile to myself and think “there’s so much we don’t know”

#just was thinking about my grandma today and wanted to thank you all for making this space where I could find her again #and find a show that could become a personality trait of course #txf #the xfiles #xfiles #x files

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domripley · 6 months

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Anything for You

Pairing(s): Madison Montgomery/Reader; Cordelia Goode/Misty Day/Zoe Benson/Madison Montgomery/Reader; Mentions Mallory/Reader

Warnings/Tags: Gangbang, Oral Sex on Strapons, Humiliation, Verbal Degradation, Dom!Madison, Dom!Cordelia, Dom!Misty, Switch!Zoe, Sub!Reader, Established Relationship, Anal, Daddy Kink, Mommy Kink, Spanking, Overstimulation, Aftercare, Fluff.

Word Count: 3,322

A/N: Listen I binge watched Coven in a span of two days and sjjsjs this was the result. I’m just a b*ttom for these characters don’t look at me. Hopefully I can start Apocalypse soon because I love Mallory kaksjs

Prompt: “Take a look around the room, baby, they’re all here to fuck you.”

Kinktober 2020: Gangbang

Madison had texted you to meet her at the academy, and you knew that she was going to be late the moment you were let in by Spalding.

“Miss Montgomery is running a little behind, however, the others are in the lounge area.” he informed you, leading you to everybody else. Once you were in front of the door, he headed back towards the stairs.

You walked into the room, and everyone had stopped talking amongst each other to look at you. You gave them a shy smile, and slowly walked over to them.

“Well hello darlin’, you must be (Your Name), Madison’s told us a lot about you. You’re so much prettier than I had expected.” one of the ladies smiled, and you couldn’t help but look at the ground embarrassed. You were always shy when it came to compliments, even when Madison called you pretty.

“I am, and you must be Misty?” you smiled, finally gaining the courage to look up at her. You noticed that their eyes were still fixated on you.

“You are correct!”

——

After a little while, Madison had returned with a few bags that you were certain you knew what was in them. She had asked if this is what you truly wanted to try out as soon as she found out this was an actual fantasy of yours. Of course, you were more than okay with it, as long as she was as well. When you asked her, she told you that she’d take any chance to watch you get fucked.

“Took you long enough,” Zoe chuckled, and Madison rolled her eyes.

“Sorry it took me so long to find Strawberry flavored lube, especially since Cordelia was so persistent on it.” Madison rolled her eyes. “Sadly they were all out, oh well.”

You could tell Madison was lying, but you chose not to say anything. “I bought some straps for all of us, and a few other things. Baby, go up to my room we’ll meet you in there - undress and be on your knees.”

You were quick to do as you were told, heading up the stairs. You hoped they wouldn’t take their time, but you knew Madison was filling them in on what you liked and disliked, as well as your safewords. Madison was a bitch to everyone, but to you? She cared about you so much, she would never hurt you. She wanted to make sure you were comfortable with everything, and that you would tell her as soon as something goes wrong. She had only shown you this side, which meant a lot to you.

You shook your head, now was not the time to get distracted. Pulling your shirt off first, you folded neatly on top of her dresser, along with your pants. You removed your panties, and your bra, you followed suit with folding both. Madison liked when you were neat, and this time was no different. You could hear them coming up the stairs by the time you were all settled.

“Mm, she follows instructions well.” Cordelia commented, and you bit your lip.

“I’ve trained her well, she used to be a bratty little thing. Still is on occasion,” Madison smirked at you as she watched you shift in your position.

You heard them all walk closer to you, waiting for her to give permission to look up. Madison was going to draw this out as long as possible - she loved making you as desperate as possible. As if to read your mind, she spoke, “Take a look around the room, baby, they’re all here to fuck you.”

You looked up to find them all around you, and their eyes were locked on you. Madison was the first to move in, unzipping her jeans to reveal that she had been packing the whole time. Without being told what to do, you wrapped your lips around the tip as you looked up at her. Her face was unreadable - she was more focused on you as you pushed the toy deeper into your mouth.

Misty came up next to her, and you pulled your mouth off of Madison’s toy and onto Misty’s. Gripping your hair, she pushed the fake cock further into your mouth. You figured Madison had told them you could deep throat good, and you were excited to show off your skills. You held onto Misty’s hips as you fucked the toy deeper into your mouth, soon she thrusted to meet your movements. You pulled back to gasp for air before Zoe came up to you. Taking her strap in your hand, you began to stroke it as Cordelia guided hers into your mouth. Trying your best to keep up, you hadn’t noticed that both Madison and Misty completely undressed.

“Who do you want to fuck you first? Tell us baby,” Madison cooed, wiping the tears with the bad of her thumb.

“I-Zoe, I want Zoe to fuck me first.” you looked up at her to find that she looked surprised. Even though Madison had told you that she was a switch who preferred bottoming, you always had a little crush on the brunette.

“Be a good girl and fuck her nice and hard,” you heard Cordelia tell Zoe, and you bit your lip.

“How do you want me, Zoe?” you asked as you stood up from off of your knees.

“Want you to ride me.” she breathed.

You watched as she laid down on the bed, and you were quick to join her. Straddling the toy, you sunk down on it as Zoe held it in place. “Oh fuck-” you gasped once every inch of it was inside of you. You were facing the others, and as you adjusted, Misty got on the bed. You weren’t too sure what she was doing, but your thoughts were cut off by her as she rubbed your clit.

“I-I’m ready for you to move, Z-Zoe,” you moaned, leaning back so you could attempt to hold onto the headboard.

“Yeah? Come on, ride my cock.” Zoe breathed, holding your waist as she guided you up and down on the toy.

You tried your best to keep eye contact with Madison, but the way Zoe was fucking into you was too much. Misty was rubbing your clit harder than before, timing it perfectly with Zoe’s thrusts. “Oh g-god, feels so fucking good,” you cried out. You felt Misty remove her hand, and before you could whine, you felt her lips on your thigh.

“Madison said you can’t come without permission, but darlin’ I want you to come.” she told you, and you could hear the smirk in her voice. You didn’t hear any protest from your girlfriend, so you gave her a quiet ‘Please’. Leaning in and spitting on your pussy, Misty turned to face Cordelia who handed her a viborator.

“Do you want this on your pretty little clit while Zoe fucks ya?” she asked, rubbing the head of the toy against your clit. She hadn’t turned it on yet, intending on making you beg for it.

“I do, please Misty, please give it to me!” you cried out, moving one of your hands off the headboard. Grabbing her hand the best you could, you let out a whine when Misty slapped your thigh with her free hand.

“You’re such a bad slut, being rude to my fellow witches. Does Daddy need to punish you?” you heard Madison say, but you were too busy focusing on how fast Zoe stopped fucking into you.

“N-No,” you lied, but it wasn’t good enough. Not for Madison.

“Mm, get off Zoe, and lay across my lap, baby.” she instructed, and you took a deep breath. Normally Madison didn’t mind if you were a brat, but not in front of her coven. Slowly moving off her, and towards Madison, who was now on the edge of the bed facing Cordelia and Misty.

You laid down across her lap, taking a deep breath as you felt her hand rub your lower back. “I’m going to spank you ten times, and then Cordelia’s going to fuck you. If you take your punishment like a good girl, Misty will fuck you after. Okay baby?”

“Okay, Daddy.” you nodded, waiting for her to start. As soon as Zoe was in a spot where she could see, Madison’s hand came crashing down. “One.”

“Good girl, you didn’t even need to be told. She’s such a good slut when she’s able to think.” Cordelia commented in a condescending tone, which went straight to your cunt.

“What do you say when someone gives you such a nice compliment?” Madison asked, her hand coming down against your ass once more.

“Thank you, Delia.” you gasped out. “T-two.”

“It’s no problem baby, but please, you can call me Mommy tonight.”

The one third, fourth, and fifth spank came down one after another, and you had thought you were going to mess up. You knew Madison would start over, but you were wanting to get back to being fucked. Rubbing your ass to soothe the sting, Madison spoke up, “Color?”

You replied with a thought, “Green, Daddy.”

Madison hummed, moving her hand from your ass, she brought it down not once, but twice on the other cheek. You called out the numbers, trying to contain the whine that has been in the back of your throat. Eight and Nine came just as quickly, and you felt someone else’s hands on your ass. Flinching at the sudden touch on your skin, you weren’t sure who it was.

“Misty’s going to give you your last spank since you were being a greedy brat to her. You don’t have to say ‘ten’, but you’re going to thank her for helping me.” Madison explained, and you nodded.

When Misty’s hand came down hard against your ass, you let out a loud yelp. You hadn’t expected it to hurt as much as it did, but as you began to grind against her lap, they all realized you enjoyed being spanked. “Th-thank you, Misty.” you moaned. Embarrassment filling your whole body as you heard Misty laugh.

“It’s no problem, baby, you’re such a little slut, I think you got wetter from just being spanked!” she stated, slapping your ass once more. She helped you to your feet as Cordelia moved closer to you.

“Bend over the bed, (Your Name), gonna fuck you now.” Cordelia smirked, grabbing a lube bottle from one of the bags Madison bought from the store. It wasn’t flavored, but it would have to do. “Where do you want my cock, baby?”

“M-My ass, Please, Mommy?” you whispered, just loud enough for both Misty and her to hear.

“Of course, sugar,” she said, rubbing your lower back. Misty got onto the bed in front of you, and you were quick to slide her strapon into your mouth. Hearing her open the bottle of lube, you tried your best to relax as much as you could, pushing the toy deeper into your mouth was helping. Suddenly feeling Madison’s hands on your clit, you let out a soft moan that was muffled.

“I’m just going to rub your clit while she gets you prepped for her cock, you’re allowed to come if you’re close until she’s in you. Understood?”

You pulled off Misty’s strapon to mutter a ‘Yes, Daddy’, as Codelia pushed a lubed up finger into your entrance slowly. You bit your lip, trying your best to focus on Madison’s fingers, but as you felt Cordelia’s second finger slide into you, you came with a cry. Zoe wrapped her hand around your throat in an attempt to help you ride out your orgasm longer.

“Fuck, fuck,” Madison pulled her fingers away. Cordelia pulled her fingers slowly out of you, but quickly replaced them with the tip of her strap. Pushing gently into your ass, she added some more lube to the tip once she pulled it back out.

“You’re doing so good, so patient for me.” she praised, finally pushing the tip in completely. Making sure you were okay, Cordelia took her time sliding the rest of the toy inside of you. “You tell me when I can move, okay?”

You nodded, your focus on both adjusting on the toy, and now Madison who took Misty’s place in front of you. Bringing the strapon up to your mouth, you sucked on the tip gently. Only pulling off to tell Cordelia that she could move.

Starting off slow, Cordelia gripped your waist. Pulling all the way out until the tip was the only thing inside of you, she pushed back in slowly. “Fuck.” you breathed, as she fucked you at a teasing pace.

“Oh come on Delia, you can fuck her harder, she’s taken my cock there many times. She likes when you’re rough with her.” Madison yawned, and you knew she was trying to get under the supreme’s skin.

Which, it definitely worked. Pulling you up to her chest by your hair, Cordelia began to fuck you faster. “There we go, now you’re not boring me to death.” she laughed. You didn’t have to look at the older woman to know she was scowling.

“Oh shit, feel so good fucking me like this,” you cried out, reaching down with your right hand to rub at your clit. Cordelia’s slowed down once she realized what you were doing - you knew you were breaking a rule, but you were far too gone to care.

“Every time you touch that slutty little pussy, I’ll stop what I’m doing. Do you want that, hm?” she asked, and you shook your head.

“N-No, I’ll be good.”

Cordelia hummed, picking her movements back up like she hadn’t even stopped. Misty moves back closer to you, the viborator in hand - only this time she turned it all the way up before pressing it against your clit. The familiar feeling in your gut returned, and you tried your best to form the words in your head.

“M’so close, please let me come,” you cried out, unsure of who you were really asking. You just hope they would just give you what you needed most.

“You’ve been a good girl, come for us baby.” Madison breathed, getting a closer look at you. As Cordelia fucked you through your orgasm, Misty pulled away from you.

You slumped down against the bed as the older woman pulled out of you. Hearing the toy hit the ground, you flinched as the head of Misty’s strap rub against your pussy. “Are you ready to take me, (Your Name)? Can this pretty little cunt take anymore?” she asked, drawing out her words as she pushed the head inside of you.

You let out a cry, looking over at Madison as Misty fucked into you at a slow pace. Her strapon was a little thicker than everyone else’s, so she wanted to make sure you could take it. “Please let me rub my clit, Daddy. Please, please!”

Your girlfriend moved closer to you so she could touch you. Wrapping her hand around your throat, Madison whispered in your ear, “Go on, touch your cunt for me, baby.” Her breathing was heavy, and you knew what watching you get fucked did to her. Reaching your right hand down to your pussy.

Rubbing your clit with three fingers, Misty stopped her movements to spit on your pussy. She pushed your hands aside for a moment as she rubbed her spit against you with the tip of her strapon. “You’re such a good little slut for the coven, (Your Name), maybe I should bring you around more often.” Madison laughed, watching as Misty pushed back inside of you.

Cordelia sat on the bed next to you, pushing two fingers into your mouth, you sucked on them without any hesitation. “You can come whatever you want, baby.” You heard Madison say, and you nodded in response.

Pulling you by your hair, Misty held you against her chest as she fucked into you harder than before. Your legs began to try and fuck her back, but as you grew closer to tour orgasm, you could barely hold yourself up. Zoe rubbed at your clit, helping Misty hold you up by your neck, they brought you over the edge faster than you had expected. You let out a whimper as Misty pulled out of you, ruining your orgasm. Before you could protest, Zoe flipped you over onto your back, and pushed in without warning.

”F-Fuck, please!” you cried out, finally going over the edge fully as Zoe fucked into you. You heard Cordelia say something about having to go do something, but you were unable to respond. The way Zoe had fucked you through the orgasm Misty had initially ruined, sent you closer to another orgasm.

“You’re such a good girl, no wonder Madison enjoys you so much,” Zoe said, slapping your right cheek lightly. You gripped the bed sheets that were already halfway off, trying your best to hold on as she didn’t let up. “You want more hm? You’re already close again, fuckkng slut.” she laughed as You clenched around the toy, coming once again. You cried out as she rubbed your clit, helping you through the high.

Madison moved between your legs as soon as Zoe pulled out, but she pushed a single finger inside of you. “Aw, this little cunt’s ruined. Did you enjoy them ruining my cunt?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.” You gasped as she pushed two more fingers into you.

Madison fucked you fast with the three fingers she had inside you, watching closely as you closed your eyes. You were close, but way too sensitive and you weren’t sure how long you could last. “Do you want my strap tonight baby? I know you’re not used to this much, so if not, we understand.”

“I wanna come on your cock.” You admit, watching as Madison nodded in reply. She continued to fuck you with her fingers, curling them so they could hit the spot that you needed. She was bringing you to the edge with her fingers, preparing you for your next, and final orgasm of the night.

“You’re such a good girl, taking my fingers so good, are you ready to come for Daddy?”

Removing her fingers, Madison let out a breathy chuckle as she pushed into you with her strapon. “Fits so perfectly.” she moaned, gripping your thighs harder as she pushed your legs to your chest.

“You were made for this baby, made for taking my cock. Weren’t you baby? I know you’re already so close, but you’re not allowed to come until you. Tell. Me.” her last three words punctuated with harder thrusts.

“I was, Daddy! Made to be yours,” you cried out as you came. Madison didn’t let up, fucking you at the same pace until you came down from your high.

Pulling out of you, Madison laid down next to you. Wrapping her arms around you, she whispered in your ear. “You’re such a good girl, I’m so proud of you. Gonna go get you some water, want anything else?”

“N-No, just water.”

Madison got up off the bed to get you some water from downstairs. As you watched her walk out the room, you realized that the others had already left. A part of you wanted them to stay, but the other part of you didn’t mind. You always enjoyed having time alone with her - the both of you were busy more often than you’d like lately.

“I’m back, drink as much as you can, baby.”

You nodded as she handed the glass to you, instantly sighing as the cool water hit your dry throat. “I needed that, thank you.”

“Of course, I know you needed that.”

“Let’s cuddle before we need to get in the shower for dinner.”

“Dinner’s going to be interesting,” you laughed leaning in to Madison as she kissed your cheek.

“Yeah it is.”

#my writing #mine #ahs coven #ahs #american horror story

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lucifermorningstarxmalereader · 2 years

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After season 4 part 9

M/n pov

Back at lux, you sit and go over your conversation with Chloe. From everything Lucifer explained she seemed like a fantasy. This perfect toy just for him, but now that toy has wants of her own. Perhaps you were wrong to lash out at her, perhaps you should have left her alone to process things but you didn’t.

Things don’t seem correct. It’s like when you’re dreaming and can’t tie your shoes even though you’ve tied them every day since you were four.

You think for a moment if you should tell Lucifer your concerns but are stopped when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry you were killed, this must be very unpleasant.”, Lucifer says as he leans over the couch to give you a hug. You lean into it as you let out an exhausted sigh. Killed, huh. Who killed me?

“Thank you Lucifer, that means a lot.”

“We’re going to find your killer, I promise.”

“How? I died in the 60s’, my killer is dead or old enough to be my father.”

“True, but have some hope my dear boy! We’re going to solve this case and make admins with everyone quicker than I can snort cocaine.”

You stare at Lucifer for a moment when a sound breaks the silence. As soon as the sound starts Lucifer pulls something out of his pocket and puts a stope the the noise.

“What’s that?” You ask reaching out for the object.

Lucifer gives you a puzzled look before the gears in his brain start turning and he starts laughing, “I forgot to update you on the world.”

You stare at Lucifer even more confused than before. Yeah you grew up in a very small town but surely the world couldn’t have changed that much in…

“Lucifer, what year is it?”

“Don’t tell me I forgot that too.”

“How long have I been dead?”

“About 60ish years… it’s 2020”

You stare at Lucifer in complete and utter shock. You had assumed it had been awhile since your death but not 60 years.

Lucifer pov

I can’t believe I didn’t give M/n a proper update on the new world.

There are so many things to cover technology wise, not even getting into history. I curse Dad in times like this, how dare he allow people to evolve so quickly.

Okay, deep breaths Lucifer. I just need to explain the basic and we can add detail later.

“Well then, I owe you an overdue history lesson!”

-Elsewhere-

Chloe pov

“Will this really work? Maybe I should just move on from Lucifer.”

“Oh Chloe, you poor innocent girl. He left you to clean his mess and then as soon as you start doing well he comes back. It’s a sign from my dear old Dad. After all, you were made for him.” The man says behind the shadows.

“What?”

“Oh, you didn’t know? Well, Dad wanted to give his favorite son a present after banishing him to hell.”

I’m a present? What does that even mean? If I was made for Lucifer then why is it that he doesn’t want me?

“You’re thinking too hard, it’s annoying. Listen, I have a plan and it involves this lovely thing right here.”, with that the man finally emerges from the shadows revealing himself and a woman next to him, “Eve, introduce yourself.”

“Hello, I’m Eve, Adams first wife and Lucifers first love. It’s wonderful to meet you!”

Eve? Like Adam and Eve? How is she going to help. I’m so focused on trying to put together what the plan might be when the man steps in front of me. He’s never been so close before. I look at his face to get a good look at him and startle back.

“You have his face!” I say mesmerized.

“Yes, that seems to happen when you’re a twin. Now let’s get back to business.”

-Back at Lux-

M/n pov

“Okay wait, when I saw all the new cars I was fine with that because they all look similar to how they did in the 60s’ but your telling me this small rectangle can do everything a computer can? That’s insanity. A computer is as big as a standard television.”

“It’s an adjustment I understand. When I first came back to earth after being in hell for so long it took me ages to wrap my mind around it.”

You stand, almost leaning against the bar playing with the “iPhone”. Lucifer gave it to you and told you to look up anything you wanted for fun. It’s a bit overwhelming at first but you think of the perfect thing.

After hitting the search button as Lucifer had explained you start laughing like a mad man.

“What is it?”, Lucifer asks gently taking the phone out of your hands and stares at the screen before responding, “I want to be shocked but I’m not.”

On the screen reads the words Boobies and you can’t be more proud of yourself.

After Lucifer and you calm down and discuss the new world more you begin to grow hungry. It’s during your discussion with Lucifer that your stomach makes a noise that can only be described as concerning.

“We best find somewhere to dine for lunch. What would you like?” Lucifer asks getting up from the couch.

You think for a moment then respond, “How about you take me to your favorite restaurant?”

“Sounds lovely.”

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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year

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Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice) 🎥🎬📺

These are going to be in no particular order because if there is anything I hate, it's rating my faves or comparing them to each other.

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Geralt of Rivia - Multiple pieces of media

I first saw him in The Witcher series, then played The Witcher 3, then started reading the books. I am definitely obsessed with this man. And if I write too much on Geralt, I'm libel to make headcanons or maybe even an entire fic on just Geralt's hair or the way his eyes seem to glow under moonlight. See? Obsession. He is also my comfort character. I go to sleep and imagine running in the woods to this man. What the actual fuck?

Walter Marshall - Night Hunter (2018)

Seeing as how I am currently writing fic about this man, I think it goes to show this is a well-crafted yet moldable character and he can do no wrong in my opinion. Unless he dates Rachel, that's wrong in my opinion. She doesn't even have a last name.

Joel Miller - The Last of Us Games, The Last of Us series

Now I would be remiss to not mention Pedro's portrayal of Joel Miller (and that it solidified his status a my cool slutty daddy). But I must talk about how Troy Baker's voice in the game gave me strong Daddy vibes and gave me my second crush on a video game character after Lara Croft when I was a kid.

Ethan Hunt - Mission Impossible films (1996-Present)

If you know me, you know I have seen every Mission Impossible film since the first came out when I was 9. I was, and will most likely always be, obsessed with these movies. I love the heart-stopping action moments, the raw emotions, and I really like when Tom Cruise almost dies in every movie.

Peter Parker - Multiple pieces of media but I will focus on the films

In 2002, I was 15 and liked the older man that was Tobey Maguire (I was a superfan of his and of Peter). I had a Spider-man trapper keeper for goodness sake! In 2012, I was 25 and I was crushing on Andrew Garfield as a contemporary, someone in my age group. In 2017, I was turning 30 and had a crush on what, to me, seemed like a little boy in Tom Holland (he was over 18 but still). Either way, when asked what my favorite superhero is, I always say Spider-Man.

Bernadine Harris - Waiting to Exhale (1995)

I was 8 when this movie came out and my Momma let me watch it with her. Little did I know, my mother was ready to divorce my cheating father. This character spoke to me and continues to speak to me. I still see my Momma when I watch this movie. She was so badass. And so sexy.

Olaf - Frozen films

Fun fact: I used to collect snowman figurines and snow globes. Knowing this, my young niece made me watch the first film. Josh Gad as an inept snowman who loves the idea of summer is so fucking dramatic that I watched this movie on my own plenty of times. I love him so much and I just wanted to cuddle him.

Castiel - Supernatural (2005-2020)

I started watching Supernatural by watching the live airing of Simon Said, the worst episode of the series some would say. But I stuck around. I wanted to see what the kids on LiveJournal were so excited about. Cue season 4 and this son of a bitch just waltzes in with his wings and his coat and his chapped lips that, to this day, have never seen any moisture. And I fell in love. Fun fact: my dad named his dog Castiel.

Frank Reynolds (but specifically as Ongo Goblogian) - It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

I have artwork in my bedroom over my nightstand of Ongo. This entire episode was gold to me. It was early season 8, I believe. Charlie was doing a Richard Grieco thing, Dennis was trying to get his erotic memoirs made into a Fifty Shades of Grey type thing. Mac was in the duster. Dee was in a smut film. Just golden. But then Frank was this Andy Warhol-esque art collector just doing the most. It was beautiful.

Louise Belcher - Bob's Burgers series and film

Louise, what can I say about this wonderful human that hasn't already been said? Louise is what I wish trauma didn't take from me. Louise likes to slap beautiful people, as do I. She is confused when she likes a boy, and so am I some of the time. And Louise has her comfort clothing item, her hat. I have my froggy robe and my penguin socks. In the latest season that just ended, it was pretty much confirmed that Louise is non-binary, as am I. My fiancee compares me to Louise on a daily basis and I just smile and tell her she's 100% correct because she is. Louise embodies me when I was 9 years old, right before childhood trauma took all of that away and replaced it with an old curmudgeon. I love my sweet Louise and no one can ever tell me that my love is unwarranted.

I would love to tag people to do this, but I know a lot of us are in the same circles LOL. This was too fun!

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jeggsistence · 1 year

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Emi Jones x Ryan Drummond

When the internet simply cares too much..

Zamn, only one post in and shit’s already devolved into a generic article churning out stupid news about celebrities that never had relevance. I'on even care.

Imagine that you’re like me, ‘doomscrolling’ on twitter like every reasonable Zoomer (slang for Gen Z). Terrifying thought, but you’re also mildly interested in Sonic the Hedgehog. As you’re scrolling through, trying to find something to waste your anger on, you encounter this image:

A meme, they call it. It may be passed off as random flubber, but it’s a sign that your Twitter feed will become unbearable for about a week.

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So, who is Emi Jones?

Basically, Emi Jones is a semi-popular voice actress in the Sonic community, mostly known for her audio series, “Sonic and Tails R”, conveniently starring a Ryan Drummond.

Who is Ryan Drummond?

He used to be the voice actor for Sonic during the “Adventure era” of Sonic, which is around 1998-2004. He’s important to the… story.

What happened?

Zamn they need to fucking paywall you from asking rhetorical questions—

Basically, Emi Jones had a private Twitter account, which gave away the fact that she and Ryan were having a private relationship.

(Editor’s note: A bunch of private Twitter accounts)

This came out just 3 days ago, which means it’s already dead news, BUT LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT.

(Editor’s note: Apparently, information on this relationship came out in 2020, and actual evidence surfaced recently.)

I’on even know why I’m saying it like this. I’m too broke for an editor-

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Anyway, this could be considered an example of a celebrity controversy. However, this is the most milquetoast controversy I’ve personally witnessed.

Nothing actually problematic surfaced, such as Justin Roiland being sued for domestic abuse, or most fittingly, Hunnid P, rapper known for the Knuckles tracks in SA2, attempting to extort Emi for money she didn’t have.

It can be boiled down into people complaining about two consenting adults having sex, or people complaining about people complaining about two consenting adults having sex.

Technically speaking, I’m adding fuel to the fire too, except the fuel is already burnt coal and I’m somehow expecting it to undergo nuclear fusion even though that’s not how it works; and the fire is like a candle’s flame.

Poetic. But basically, terminally online people (like me) should find better ways to waste their time. However, at the end of the day, iss funy doe.

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Aight fuck this shit. It’s fucking boring, so I’m gonna list a Top 5 FUNNIEST EL MEHME from that spawned from this. Unlike how my father de-spawned from my household-

NUMBER 5:

This tweet was posted by the woman herself and ZAMN! It definitely gave a TERRIFYING foreshadowing to what would come out in approximately 2 months and 13 days.

However, I must give it a 6.5/10 because I don’t like Sonic Heroes (2003).

NUMBER 4:

This screenshot is of a Youtube video and Got damh there is so much to analyze. Sonic is characterized to be shrugging as his Sonic Adventure 1 (1998) model, representing Ryan Drummond and how he simply could not resist getting into trouble like the rebel he is!!

The second aspect you would notice is the woman on the right drawn to look somewhat seductive (oooh). However, you’ll be bamboozled to find out that that woman has the manliest voice on the planet. I’m talking full on Dwayne the rock, Tyler, the creator type bass. It’s like if a man and a woman had a child!

The “RANK A” is simply the cherry on top of such a delightful meme!

This would be a 10/10 image, however points must be taken off for informalities as some parts of the image are written in It*lian, so it’s a 6.7/12.

NUMBER 3:

HAHAHHAHA LOOK AT THIS IDIOT! THIS FUCKING DUMBASS WAS TRYING TO CORRECT SOMEONE ON WHETHER RYAN CHEATED ON HIS WIFE WITH EMI, BY CLAIMING THEY WERE DIVORCED IN 2019, BEFORE THE NEWS CAME. BUT TURNS OUT THIS AFFAIR WAS FROM 2015 AND THIS IDIOT WAS SHOT DOWN WITH AN UNRECOVERABLE BLOW!!!

Overall, 7.4/10, it has a little something for everyone.

NUMBER 2:

This one is exceptionally dank!! It uses a snippet from the theme song of Sonic Adventure 2: Live and Learn, but the caption has changed the entire context of the lyric, making it sound sexual, as well as a joke making fun of Emi’s skill in bed!!

8/10.

NUMBER 1:

This cannot continue. The pain is immense

WELL THAT’S ALL FOR TODAY, LIKE AND HIT THAT FOLLOW BUTTON SO YOU CAN IGNORE YOUR TAX EMAILS FOR A CUTIE LIKE ME!

Follow. Now.

#sonic the hedgehog #emi jones #ryan drummond #sonic #tumblog #blog post #pure insanity #magazine #meme humor #humor

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stygianpen · 1 year

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Reflections on NaNoWriMo

A four-time winner and Municipal Liaison's perspective

Tackling your first NaNoWriMo

I participated in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) for the first time in November 2020. The panini was in full swing and I thought it was as good a time as any to try writing 50,000 words in the span of a month. I combined this with starting my YouTube channel as a way to produce regular content and keep myself accountable.

For anyone who has not participated in NaNoWriMo before, this might seem a little crazy. And it DID seem a little crazy to me as I was planning it. I thought - no I knew - at that point, that I was not going to succeed. In fact, I didn't think I was going to succeed at keeping my YouTube channel up either.

Yet, I plunged headlong into the world of NaNoWriMo, did my weekly progress vlogs and somehow I not only persevered but I won NaNoWriMo! To win novel month, you must write 50,000 words in 30 days and in doing so, complete the first draft of a novel.

There were days where I struggled to get those paragraphs out and days where I couldn't write at all, but in the end, I did it. And my channel did indeed help me to stay accountable! I didn't build a massive following in that first year, and I still have not built anything anyone would call massive, but I have grown a small and dedicated, supportive community which I am endlessly thankful for.

When tackling your first NaNoWriMo, it's totally natural to worry about whether you're going to win and to assume you're not going to.

But the thing is, you never know what you can do until you try.

Winning NaNoWriMo

So how do you WIN NaNoWriMo? What did I learn from my experience?

I think the key is community.

When you come up with a goal, it's one thing to decide on it internally, but if you really put it out into the world and bring others on board with it, your chances of achieving that goal increase tenfold.

Writing is generally a solitary task and I, as an introvert, like it that way. Most of the time. But there's something about finding your writing community that really keeps you going through the toughest days.

That first year, not only did I launch my YouTube channel but I set up an account on the NaNoWriMo site, and joined my local chapter there as well as on Facebook. I attended chapter Zoom write-ins and even tried my hand at hosting a couple of my own.

I've got to say, that word tracker on the NaNo site also kept me going. I'm a sucker for completing tasks and inputting data and that gave me the exact brand of satisfaction I was looking for at the end of each writing session.

Getting more involved with your writing community

I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing with others after that first year. At the end of NaNoWriMo I wanted to keep that up and I knew I wanted to be involved in a bigger way when November 2021 rolled around.

So, I kept my writing channel up. I kept doing my best to help other authors. I pushed my #writingcommunity Twitter. I started a Discord server. And, by November 2021 I was acting as an assistant ML on a trial basis with my local chapter.

Writing events were once again hosted fully on Zoom that year, and I got to host a few of them. I came up with creative ideas, worked with my other MLs and got prizes together. It was a ton of fun!

So, by 2022 I sent in my application and became an official ML. With this role, I did my best to create quality content for Preptober on my YouTube channel and had quite the jump in subscribers and Discord members.

Over three years of NaNoWriMo, I can safely say that I have not only changed my writing life but I've been able to touch the lives of others who want to write more and that means so much more than I can even say.

Keep it going and write every day

Novel writing is not something I just do during November. If you're a writer, it'll be the same for you. November is a great month to push forward and really hammer that work out. But for most of us, the real challenge comes in keeping up that momentum and writing as much as you can for the rest of the year.

How do you do it?

Well, think about what you did through NaNoWriMo. What helped you the most? Employ those tactics year-round. Maybe you're not going to have an international challenge to keep you honest but there are things you can do to maintain that energy.

Create your own challenges, whether they last a day, a week, a month, or an entire year.

Find a community where you can help one another. Discord is amazing for this and I'd be happy to welcome you into mine!

Participate in Camp WriMo. These are smaller and less strict NaNoWriMo events that take place in April and July.

If you still consider yourself to be an "aspiring writer" (which, I believe, is not something that exists - if you write, you are a writer!) and are concerned about diving into NaNoWriMo or a writing community, you can always look for one on one coaching that will help ease you into things.

I just so happen to offer this service... all year 'round! So reach out any time. I don't bite, and I'm very much looking forward to helping you fulfill your authoring dreams.

Contact me now ❤

#nanowrimo #nanowrimo ml #nanowrimo tips #writing coach #nanowrimo coach #writing community #discord community #writing #creative writing #new author #writing help #writing tips #writing advice #writing resources #writing tips and tricks

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oh no i tried to write again (Nightmare Reality prelude and ch1)

Hi, so this is a reboot of a really long and boring eb au that I tried to make back in 2020. It was called "doombound" at the time, and I've changed so much about it that I had to rename it, but a lot of things have stayed the same, so that's why I'm calling it a reboot.

Anyway!! I finished the first chapter just now, so I'll post that now! I have a lot of plans for this, since, remember, I've had this idea for two years. It's another apocalypse AU... Real creative, I know.

Anyway be warned this post is REALLY long and I am not responsible for any hands getting cramped from reading this okay have fun THANK YOU!!

Prelude

It was over.

He sat on the porch of his home, the light breeze rustling in the trees, crows cawing as they flew in the air, some in groups, others alone. The sky was an azure veil, devoid of anything out of the ordinary, the blue marble known as Earth safely within its grasp. Things were okay, and it was thanks to his friends. Oh, and him, of course. Ness watched from afar as a crow picked at the wrapper of a burger. The breeze kept blowing it away from him (Or, well, he assumed it was male… All crows kind of looked the same), and he eventually gave up, squawked in frustration and flew off.

He wondered what his friends were doing now that everyone was back home. Andonuts was probably just back at his lab doing… Whatever he does when he's not putting people's consciousness in a metal box. Poo was already pretty respected at home, he couldn't IMAGINE how much praise he must be getting now. Jeff was probably helping Andonuts like he said he was, and after seeing that letter that Tony person wrote for him… Well! Things could only be going well for him. And Paula, well she… Wait, Paula only lived a short walk from here, Ness could visit her right now if he wanted to!

Ness stood up and opened the door, peeking his head into the living room. His dog, King, lifted his head to look at him, but didn't bark or make any noise, and went back to sleeping. "Hey mom?" he asked. His mom, who was busy with a stack of papers (Probably doing taxes or something boring like that, she never seemed to have any time to relax around here…) looked up at him for just a second and turned her attention back to her work.

"What is it, honey?" she cooed. Ness grabbed his bat from the wall– He never knew when he might need it. Besides, it wasn't like he got this thing JUST so he could use it as a weapon. He didn't know if Paula liked playing sports or not, but if she did, then great! "I'm heading outside," Ness said. "I'll be back by 5, 'kay?" His mom nodded. "Yep. Sure sweetie, have fun, love you," she said, the phrases coming one after another as if they were all part of a bigger sentence instead of a disjointed collection of words without focus. Ness didn't say much except "Thanks" before he closed the door again.

As he walked towards Twoson, he suddenly got dizzy out of nowhere– It felt almost as if he had stood up too fast, but it was a little late for that, since he'd been walking for about 10 minutes now. When it subsided, he shrugged it off and tried to keep walking, but it came back, accompanied by a splitting headache. Everything around him felt… wrong, he didn't know how, but it just wasn't right. He found himself struggling to stand, and the sky was too bright– everything was too bright. I have to get home… He thought, trying to crawl his way back. But he couldn't… He was slipping, he felt like the ground itself was slipping out from under him, and an ear splitting sound grew louder and louder in his ears, as though the sky was being torn apart and some kind of beast was shrieking from beyond.

And then everything went white, and his consciousness failed him.

CHAPTER 1: Darkness

"Ness! Get up! What are you doing here?!" came a voice. Ness struggled to his feet, the pain slowly subsiding. It was Paula's voice, which meant… Maybe she'd found him collapsed on the street? "Thanks, Paula…" he said, rubbing the back of his head to try and ease the pain. And then… He opened his eyes.

It was dark. Everything was dark. The sky was caked in blood-red clouds, the grass was dead, and Paula herself was dressed in black as if she was attending some kind of funeral for the entire world, which made sense, since everything looked so… Lifeless. The buildings around him had no lights, and the breeze from earlier was completely gone. "W…What..?" Paula took one hand in hers, which helped ease some of the terror Ness was feeling, but not the confusion. "Paula, what's happening? Where am I?" he choked out, barely able to comprehend the scene around him. And it was so cold… How long had it been dark like this?

Paula tipped her head to one side, her expression going from relieved to confused. "What do you mean? Nothing particularly bad is happening right now… Are you okay?" her voice was softer now, and she put her hand on Ness's shoulder, but to her surprise, he turned around and backed away from her. "What are you SAYING? Do you not see all of this? What's wrong with the sky?! Why is everything so dark?! I thought we-!" He put a hand to his mouth. Was it possible? No… It couldn't be. They defeated Giygas! Paula was the one who figured out his weakness, and then they went home, and everything was okay, and… Paula took his hand again and started to walk away. "Something's not right about you… You're usually not scared like this. Come on, let's get back to our camp.

Ness followed her. It wasn't like he had any idea where else to go, anyway. He kept his eyes on his surroundings, which consisted of quite a lot of things painted with varying shades of mahogany and umber by the clouds overhead. Paula seemed to be on edge as well, moving rather quickly and checking for danger… Which made sense since nothing here looked anything close to normal. Ness's throat tightened as the thoughts whirled in his head– Why was this happening? It shouldn't have been possible… Did he fail?

Finally, they arrived at what looked like some kind of temporary camp in the woods. There were a few tents surrounding a small fire, and he saw another one of his friends, Poo, sitting by it, but he didn't look too great. He was covered in scars from what looked like claws and gunshot wounds, and worse than that, he seemed to be missing his right hand. His steel gaze met Ness's, and he couldn't help but shrink back. This wasn't the same person he'd met just a few weeks ago. Paula cleared her throat "I found Ness out cold just outside the forest. He… Doesn't seem to remember some things." Just then, someone emerged from one of the tents with a concerned expression: it was Jeff, and when he saw Ness, he instantly froze in place.

For a few seconds they stood staring at each other, Ness confused as all hell, and Jeff seemingly also confused… He could almost see the gears turning in his head, and with every click they made, he grew more and more horrified. "Erm… Excuse me, Paula, but may I speak to this fellow for just a bit?" he said, adjusting what remained of a bowtie. He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. She nodded, letting go of Ness's hand. "I hope you're alright, I really do," she whispered to him. Jeff ducked back into his tent and motioned for Ness to follow. Jeff sat down on one side of the tent and faced him, and Ness sat down closer to the entrance, copying his movements subconsciously… Or at least, making his own stressed-out-of-his-goddamn-mind version of them.

"What the heck is going on??" Ness asked him, to which Jeff shushed him. "Not so loud!! I don't want anyone to get worried or…" He put a hand to his forehead and stared at the grey flooring of the tent, clearly having second thoughts about… Something. He put his hand to his mouth and inhaled sharply, and muttered, "Nooo, nononono… This won't do at all…" This did not help Ness's anxiousness about the situation at all. "What? What's wrong now?" he growled under his breath. Jeff sat up again and folded his hands. "Can you explain what happened before you fell unconscious?" he asked him, seemingly calm… But hidden behind his calm facade was a deer in headlights, too afraid to move. Ness sighed.

"Well, I was on my way to Paula's house, and then I blacked out and when I woke up everything was all red and dark like this… And then suddenly all of you were here." Jeff nodded. "Mhm… Well, Ness… That's you, correct? Your name is Ness?" He pointed at him as he asked, and Ness nodded back at him. "Right… Well…" Jeff's gaze darted around the tent, as though he was trying to put off what he was about to say as long as possible. "Ness. It may or may not be my fault you've ended up here. And I'm sorry. But-!" He put his hands up when he sensed hostility coming from the boy in front of him. "It's only temporary! Trust me! Just… Just listen to me." Ness had started to get up, but he sat back down. Jeff sighed and continued speaking. "I was trying to find a way out of here… Out of this timeline, I mean."

"I figured, since there's clearly no way to fix this world… Perhaps we could…" He winced, disgusted by his own words now that someone who suffered from what he had done sat before him. "Inject ourselves into another timeline..?" Ness raised an eyebrow at him, not quite understanding. "What?" he asked quietly. Jeff threw his hands up again. "Now, I know that sounds bad, but I didn't realize that would… Put you here. I thought that both versions of the person could exist in your world, and we would introduce ourselves, explain the situation, and… Do whatever you do there." Ness got closer to him, glaring directly into his eyes and raising his voice. "So you're saying there's another me out there living MY life now?"

Jeff shushed him again and spoke more hurriedly, the panic he was trying to hide creeping into his voice. "Shhhhooshh!! It's only temporary! It's not forever, I swear on my mum…" Jeff's strange little way of speaking eased him just a little bit, but he still didn't sit down. "As soon as he's done scouting the place, he'll come right back– I gave him the Branch Hopper… That's what I called the little thing, the little… Portal device." Ness slapped his hand to his forehead. Could things possibly get any more infuriating?!? "You mean to tell me… You gave him my only means of getting back until he shows up again?" Jeff lowered his head, his gaze shifting to the ground again. The guilt simply would not leave him. "A-and… When he does come back, that should send you right home, and I can fix… Whatever was going on…"

Ness let out a long exhale, closed his eyes and sat back down. Great. Great! Just great. He was stuck here. In this creepy, hellish-looking version of his world. And god knew how long he would be here or what that other version of him might be doing… Sleeping in HIS house, talking to HIS mom, maybe even telling his world's Paula about… No. He was NOT going to think about any of those things, he had way worse things to worry about right now. He opened his eyes and looked at Jeff. "Okay. I answered your questions. Now I want you to answer mine," he mumbled. Jeff nodded. Ness spoke with determination in his voice. He was going to get to the bottom of this or die trying.

"First of all, what happened here? Why is the sky red like that? Why does everything look dead?" he leaned back on the palms of his hands. Something in Jeff's eye grew brighter, and he stood up straighter. "You mean you don't know?" Ness shook his head. "Nope. I mean, I think I have an idea, but…" No. I didn't fail. I didn't… What Jeff said next made him feel… Something. He wasn't sure to feel relieved or destroyed. "Well," he began, "Four years ago, a being called Giygas attacked, something said to be the embodiment of evil itself… He covered the world in darkness, and caused a fracture in time. Some places have been shifted forward or backward, and some places are just completely frozen.

"Animals and people have gone raving mad from all of it, and there's no making heads or tails of anyone's intentions anymore until they act… You can't expect people to be friendly ever since The Shriek. That's, uh…" he smiled nervously, "...what we've been calling it. And now there are two of his… Little friends, second in command, running different parts of the world." He stopped, seemingly out of breath. "And… That's just about everything that has happened." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. Ness was entirely unsure what to do or say. Fracture in time? Covered the world in darkness? How could they let that happen? Ness let his head fall into his hands. Okay, he had to give them the benefit of the doubt… If this was 4 years ago, he would have been 9… Far too young, he guessed, to get a grasp on the situation.

But that still didn't mean they could just-! He let out a long exhale. "Fine… I believe you. But when he comes back… Do NOT use that thing until you're SURE it works the way you want it to.” Jeff sighed with relief. “Thank you so much, I just… I really thought I was doing something good, you know? We could save everyone and…” He didn’t finish the sentence, because Ness had already exited the tent. He sat there for a while, contemplating the morality of what he’d done… And many of the things he’d done until this point. He was an overthinker, for sure, and while this was good for creating machines, when you needed to worry about shelter and food more than anything else it was more of a detriment than a virtue. Often he wondered if he was really useful at all, and then one day he invented the Branch Hopper and then he was praised, but… For what? He’d put someone else in danger.

The distraught boy in the red cap crawled out of the tent and stared into the bleeding sky, clouds like scars raked across its surface. He’d had an eventful enough day already, this was the last thing he needed right now! Why then, right after he saved the world, was this his reward? He sat on the ground and turned his gaze to the flames in front of him, resting his head on his knees and tucking his legs to his chest. It had to be a bad dream. He had blacked out after all, maybe he’d… Eaten something bad, or had some kind of seizure, and he’d wake up in the hospital and they’d give him a diagnosis and some medicine and then he’d stay home for a few days and then everything would go back to normal and…

Oh, he knew that was wishful thinking. He wasn’t allergic to anything and he didn't have epilepsy, and even if he did, he never had nightmares like this. There was a painful tightening in his chest, as if someone had gripped it with a fist and tried to take it for themself. His eyes watered and his face felt hot. He didn’t want to be here, even if it was only for a week at most. He wanted to go home. He didn’t want to be surrounded by the future he had feared for the past week and a half. He felt sorry for all the times he didn’t listen to his mom, and forgot to feed King, and all the times he skipped school, and…

He felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hey… Are you okay? What’s wrong?” It was Paula’s. Ness looked up at her, wiping his face. “It’s nothing, I’m fine, don’t worry about it..” She wasn’t convinced, and brushed the hair from his face. “Hey… It’s alright. You look pretty tired and hungry, so…” She reached into a bag she had hanging over her shoulder and pulled out a small packet of cheese crackers. “It’s not much, but we haven’t found a good food source in a while now.” Ness took the crackers and opened them, placing one in his mouth but feeling too miserable to really bite down on it. “Paula…” he mumbled as the umber-clad girl sat next to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I’m… Not the same guy you know.” She smiled at him. “That makes sense… I mean, the Ness I know actually eats food instead of trying to smoke it like a… Well, I’ve never seen a square cigar but, well, what else am I supposed to call that?” Ness smiled just a bit, eating the cracker like a normal person after that. “Come on,” she whispered softly. “You should head to sleep. We’ll all still be here when you wake up.”

“Are we heading anywhere in the morning?” He asked. The hopeful look in her eyes faded. Her only answer was, “Just… Head to bed, I’ll let you know when something’s happening.” Right… Ness remembered, Morning never comes… He nodded and crawled over to a tent that he figured was his, based on the fact that it was mostly empty– the other him must have taken everything with him. And once he got over the constant feeling of existential dread, it was pretty easy to fall asleep.

#ARRGHH WHERE DID MY INDENTS GO #earthbound #alternate universe #edgy ass #writing #fanfic #nightmare reality

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2019

Well, maybe I will start my story from 2019; 2019 was the transition of my adoscence (I think!) i’m turning 25 years old, but my body was very weak, i think it’s starting to adapt and transiscing to adult body haha, I got into hospital maybe like 3 times a year. Maybe it was also because of the trauma of being cheated on in my first relationship in 2017. That time I couldn’t even being alone, I was scared the panic attack hits all of sudden (ptsd much? Lol) but I stand up for myself and I got up again.

In 2019, I met 3 guys in my life. Now there are only one who still stay as my friend.

the guy who came like a thunderstorm.

I met him on Tinder, but we never met in person once until now. He is a funny person, we always joked around each other, and he still helped me calm myself when I got corona vaccine (because actually I was afraid of the side effect!) and he also helped me choosing a backdrop design for corona vaccine event at my company. I really appreciate that. He also gave me support and reassurance when my pet cats were dying. He also loves animals.

In 2020, he resigned from his company and moved to Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam. We are still friends on social media until now, we even still messaged each other once in a while. He is a good friend. I like him (as a friend).

the guy who stands up in the middle of wild flowers.

To be honest, I was in love with him because he was so tall and kind. He was working in Jakarta only for 1-2 years I think (I don’t know). We had coffee in Jakarta and going around Jakarta together once. But, in June, I asked him to go to a festival together, but he said he couldn’t go, and he opened the truth about him saying he was already engaged with a girl in his country and said he was sorry. I was broken-hearted, and said it was okay, and that his fiance must have been a beautiful girl, and he said yes, she was very beautiful to him. I was sad but I really respected him for saying the truth and that he adored his fiance so much and thought when it’s my turn, having such a boyfriend like him. And yes, I moved on very quickly after that and we got lost contact since then.

the guy who sits with you as the crickets sing.

I met him also from Tinder maybe around September 2019. He was very thin and maybe his height is around 171cm. I first met him in Cikarang with my friend and her husband at a restaurant somewhere in Lippo Cikarang called Mucca. I became his girlfriend only 1 week after meetup (i think that’s kinda too fast though😅). He was a very quiet guy who has a calm aura. The way he talks also very soothing. You can fall asleep listening to him talk, it was so beautiful.

We liked to watch netflix together, and our favorite show is Stranger Things. 2020 hits, and then the walls between us came, it’s covid-19, because of that we can’t meet each other often and in April until September he had to go back to his country because of corona and we went LDR for 6 months. After he was back here, we met again in Cikarang and he bought me a cute gift, a cute black umbrella with hearts pattern, he also bought one for himself, but the mannish one.

We met again 3 days after Christmas near my area and had lunch together eating sushi and sashimi. He also gave me a snack called Jagariko that his parents sent to him for christmas. I am an jagariko addict until now because of him haha. Not long after we met for year-end lunch, in the middle of January 2021, we got covid together lol, and we updated our condition everyday via whatsapp and watch netflix together as our online date during our quarantine.

We dated for 1.5 years, but we broke up due to something that wasn’t very nice to hear. We got into fights when we broke up, and “i hate you” came out from my mouth. Well, he was holding me back though and apologized, but I got very angry and leave him immediately. After 2 months of breakup, he already got a girlfriend who is much younger than us. I was like “my intuition is accurate, right?” while smiling bitterly. Moving on from him was kind of hard though, but not that hard like the first boyfriend. I think I got pretty used to the broken heart situation. I was single and healing myself for a year. Now it’s been 2 years I haven’t heard from him and I guess I’m already okay and have no hard feelings for him anymore.

I learned my lesson, but I think it’s still not enough for my life journey.

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25 June 2022: Sometimes, Forever, Soccer Mommy. (Loma Vista, 2022)

This is what happens when I force myself unnaturally to buy music by new artists and not just let it happen organically. I continually flog myself for becoming the usual kind of middle-aged person who stops chasing new artists. I often figure that I’m missing out on a lot of things I’d like if I just gave it a chance, so here I am with the third album by Soccer Mommy.

The origins of my fleeting interest in Sophie Allison’s music came when my neighborhood shop got in a used vinyl copy of her second Soccer Mommy album, 2020′s Color Theory. New albums don’t come through there used on vinyl very often, and I started looking at the copy every time I visited the shop. It was only something like $8.99 and more than once I almost bought it. I went to the length of listening to snippets online to see if I’d like it, and I sort of did, and wouldn’t you know it, when I finally decided to buy the album it was gone. Before long the follow-up was announced, and I read an interview with Allison and she seemed like an interesting person. I listened to snippets of the new one and decided I’d buy it. I opted for the “indie retail exclusive” CD edition because it has different cover art than the standard edition, and as dumb as it sounds I just didn’t like the shoes Allison has on in the cover photo, so I was glad to find a version without them. (This reminds me of how I refused to buy The Go-Betweens’ albums for years because I hated Amanda Brown’s shoes on the cover of their 1987 album Tallulah; of course, they’re now one of my favorite bands.)

If I felt dumb buying the new Hatchie album in my 50th year, I felt even dumber buying Soccer Mommy. For one thing, I can’t stand that band name, and I don’t even want to say it, let alone request my neighborhood shop order me a copy, but nonetheless I did. I’ve heard the album twice so far and I already regret buying it. Allison has a way with melody and there are a couple of songs here I do like, but there is something strange going on with Sometimes, Forever that for me results in incredible listening fatigue. I’m not a Hoffman Music Forum acolyte who insists on seeing waveforms of the albums I buy, but I can’t help thinking that this album’s sonics must be incredibly brickwalled because it is physically exhausting for me to listen to. It doesn’t help that most every song seems to have the same tempo and the same vocal approach; this is one of the least dynamic albums I’ve ever heard. Two songs in, I’m already looking at the CD player to see how much is left to go. It’s 42 minutes long and feels 80. The album is a collaboration with electronic artist Daniel Lopatin, who performs as Oneohtrix Point Never, and I’ve not examined his music either, but as he produced this Soccer Mommy album and it’s physically draining for me to hear I can be sure I won’t investigate his work any time soon. I would be curious to hear Allison’s work without the heavy influence of an outside producer known for his sonics, but at this point I no longer care. This isn’t meant to be a record review; plenty of people will react to this album differently and positively, but I just didn’t do enough homework here. I have one more mandated spin of the album to go before I file it, but I don’t hold much hope that my feelings will change. (And I don’t think I’ve ever liked a single thing I’ve bought on Loma Vista Recordings; I need to beware of that label in the future.)

Above is the front cover, the hype sticker, and the back cover.

Here is the trading card included in the package, using tropes from role-playing games, a world I’ve never been fond of.

Here is the CD itself.

Update: Literally since I posted this several hours ago, I’ve had the song “Shotgun,” from this album, in my head. I didn’t even realize I was able to hum anything from Sometimes, Forever. It is no guarantee, but this sometimes is the first step toward liking something I previously thought I didn’t.

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Seeing critiques of transandrophobia makes it quite clear to me that most detractors believe this came out of nowhere, as if somebody rightfully called out a trans man on his misogyny once and he instantly snapped and became a reactionary gamer bro. So I'd like to tell you that at least in my case, this has been brewing in me for some time with the rise of a new transphobic movement that specifically targets transmascs, and I gave you not one, not two, but three chances to take my worries seriously. If you don't like seeing me discuss my oppression like this, it's your fault for not being there for me when you had the chance.

April 2019

The Swedish national broadcaster puts out a documentary about trans healthcare. It's bad. It's really bad. It lies about the ease of access to HRT and concern trolls about an "explosive rise in mentally unstable girls identifying as transgender". It cites an at the time obscure study suggesting that being trans, specifically transmasc, is communicable. It's pseudoscience, but nobody cares. A woman goes on national television funded by tax payer money to complain about being silenced. Parents come in to misgender their sons, and shortly thereafter one of these sons talks on social media about how his mother was lying through her teeth the entire time. No trans person is allowed to speak. The documentary is mass reported for its obvious bias, misinformation and invading the privacy of a trans man. In the end, it's only charged for the privacy breach - in the eyes of the public, the bias and misinformation are forgivable. A sequel is released in the fall of the same year when they actually bring in a trans person... a trans woman. As if to say "this is what a real trans looks like, unlike you mentally unstable girls". They then announce that they are detransitioning and calls themselves a "effeminate gay in a woman's body". Now the narrative is more like "if even this real trans wasn't actually trans, what makes you think you could be?"

My mental immune system went into overdrive, I panicked. This was new to me but I knew we would have to deal with this brand of transphobia for a long time going forward. I also knew that these people obviously hated trans men and trans men specifically, this was reactionary pushback against increased visibility. "No, you can't take up space like this, what about the children?" This rhetoric is also literal gaslighting - it teaches you that if you happen to be a trans man, especially if you came out as a teen and/or you're ND, you can't trust what's going on inside your own head, you're delusional, and you certainly don't deserve healthcare. I write a tumblr post describing to the best of my abilities why this is dangerous. It gets a couple of dozen notes, but not much else. I try to rationalize it - the post was written in panicked delirium and I didn't know what to call this rhetoric, I knew calling it "transmisandry" would get me laughed out of the room. Additionally, this isn't happening in the US (yet), so I have to be happy I even got notes at all.

I was pre-T at the time and I was terrified that this would prevent me from transitioning. Knowing that this documentary is now what most people in my country believe about me is a horrifying thought. At least one Swedish trans man attempted suicide following the documentary. As for me, I started crossing streets without looking for cars.

Strike one.

June 2020

An author whose work I never particularily cared about has a twitter meltdown over language designed to include me. She cries about feeling dehumanized by being called a person. Shortly thereafter she writes a full manifesto justifying her TERF sympathies. But this doesn't look like the typical TERF rant. While she goes over some very classic and violent TERF rhetoric like calling trans women predators, she spends even more words on regurgitating the rhetoric I knew from more than a year before. Some people sound the alarm about what this might mean for trans men, but they're shut down - TERFs don't hate trans men! Look, she said she included you! Just don't think too much about the fact that the reason this happened to begin with was that she threw a hissy fit over having to include me.

I try to rationalize this response again - this is many people's first exposure to this rhetoric, they just might not know quite what to make of it.

Strike two.

Summer 2020

A book is published once again rife with the rhetoric I was now very familiar with. The author is invited to the biggest podcast in the world where she says word salad about how people like me are women with unresolved body image issues and that's why we transition - T redistributes fat storage, that must sound awesome to women who hate their bodies. Just don't think too hard about how T actually allocates more fat to the stomach and how a woman with body image issues would realistically react to such a development.

The book itself is also vile. It misgenders trans men whose lives were lost to hate crimes. It fetishizes my reproductive organs, claiming that maintaining my fertility is more important than my wellbeing. I'm reduced to a breeding stock, what a shockingly feminist move.

It openly hates trans men who are out and proud with their experiences, it accuses them of stealing their children in a manner not unlike how autism parents talk about autism. But this might be worse - these are individuals who are being blamed. It makes uncomfortable remarks about their bodies and many of them are harrassed following the publication of this book.

At this point you have to stretch ridiculously far to claim that this isn't about hating trans men. I gave the people who should've been there for me the benefit of the doubt, and they proved me wrong. "Who do you think she believes is doing the seducing? It's trans women" I actually paid attention and she clearly blames trans men, why are you being this willfully ignorant? Does acknowledging the truth force you to reconsider your worldview?

Strike three.

That's when I ran out of patience. I realized the larger trans community was incapable of handling my issues with any tact or grace. We needed new terminology and rhetoric to address this emerging reactionary movement that specifically and obviously hates me and my brothers. And I refuse to back down now.

#triple d.txt #okay to reblog #transandrophobia #suicide mention -#self harm mention -

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Mark Strong on playing Mr. Knightley

If you have been around my blog for a bit, you know that I love Mr. Knightley and I love Mark Strong, so I was very pleasantly surprised when The Making of Jane Austen's Emma included his thoughts on playing the character. I'll transcribe below and add some comments on a reblog (specially re: influence on 2009 and 2020 Knightley).

MARK STRONG ON PLAYING KNIGHTLEY

At the time I was offered the part I was at the Royal Court, playing a homeless down-and-out from Yorkshire. So the part of Knightley came completely out of left field. I had read Emma in school but I didn't like it much at the time. Now, I realize that I didn't understand the ironic tone. So, coming back to it was lovely. It was also very exciting because I'd never played that kind of a character before. Knightley's a man, a mature man. That's what attracted me.

It's not a love story in the way that, say, Pride and Prejudice is. But a lot of people said to me, 'Oh, it's the Darcy part,' which it isn't at all. Then a friend I spoke to who had read Emma at university said 'oh, you're playing boring old Knightley.' And I know what he meant, reading it as a teenager you feel like this man is set up as 'Mr Goody' or 'Mr Establishment'. So I had to go back and find our who this man really was.

Jane Austen doesn't give that many clues in the book as to his character. Other characters in the book say a lot about him and it's all good. What I found underneath, however, was a man desperately struggling with his emotions. For example, there's a scene where he gets really annoyed because Frank Churchill has gone all the way to London to get his hair cut. It's a witty scene, and you put Knightley's behaviour down to his being an older kind of guy who sees that as foppishness. But it suddenly came to life for me when I realized it is his jealousy of Frank that is motivating him. This is something I just didn't glean from the book the first time I read it.

I pared it down to basics. He's loved Emma for a long time, though he's not necessarily conscious that he wants to marry her at the beginning of the story. He is patient and he's waiting and he's guiding her and then suddenly here comes this boy, Frank Churchill, who ruins everything. Knightley's whole world is turned on its head. I think the first time he feels that everything is falling away is when he and Emma walk into the Weston's party together. We have this lovely chat --she's smiling and I'm smiling-- and then the door opens and there's Frank and she beams a big smile at him. Suddenly it's not about me and her anymore. I think he feels a bit superfluous, and I must admit in playing the scene, that I felt a bit like a spare part too. He gets so irritated by this boy, and starts telling off Emma more sharply than he's ever done before. He's probably going home in the evening and thinking, 'Why on Earth did I do that? What is happening?' I think, slowly, he works it out for himself. He comes to realize that he loves her. And he fears that he may lose her to this young pup.

At this point I worried that, because I was always having a go at Emma, the audience might not see the love behind it. I was talking to Jimmy Hazeldine about this one day and he said not to worry, that for him the scene on Box Hill where Knightley pulls Emma up on her behaviour to Miss Bates was an act of love. He said people don't take that kind of interest in somebody unless they have very strong feelings for them.

After that scene, Knightley is so convinced that he's lost Emma to Frank that he takes himself off to London and only returns when he hears of Frank's engagement to Jane. What's lovely about the proposal scene is that it sort of happens by accident. He thinks she'll be devastated about Frank. She thinks he is in love with Harriet. So neither expects what suddenly happens. I loved filming that scene even though it was shot in the first week. I think it gave it an edge that perhaps might not have been there had we done it later. I remember realizing at the end of the first week that I'd already shot the proposal and the big row with Emma over Robert Martin, which were my two biggest scenes. From then on it got easier.

MARK STRONG ON COSTUME

My overriding feeling about Knightley was he's a country gentleman, who runs his estate in a very practical way. He is comfortable with himself and his surroundings. At my first costume fitting, Jenny brought out wonderful fabrics -- moleskin, velvet and felts-- in dark greens, browns and mushroom colours; all very autumnal. It felt so right. I assumed this was the sort of thing everyone would be wearing. But then I arrived on set and saw Mr Elton in his stark black, and Frank Churchill in his flashy London clothes of contrasting maroon and cream, and I realized she'd pitched it all perfectly. The clothes helped me enormously; they felt so comfortable and never allowed me to slip into generalized "regency acting"; you know, wandering around harrumphing in your high collar.

MARK STRONG ON KNIGHTLEY'S SPEECH

Arriving on set and seeing this beautiful hall, decorated with the harvest fruits, brought home to me exactly the kind of man Knightley was. I was conscious that it was where Knightley comes from. Having seen him on everybody else's turf -- say at Hartfield or at the Crown Inn-- I was aware that this was now him at home. So the speech has to be Knightley 'on duty'. Whatever you'd seen of him before, you'd not seen this side of him: he's an employer, but an employer who cares and treats the people who work for him with respect. That's what I wanted to show and the setting certainly helped.

It was very bizarre having absolutely everyone in the cast sitting watching me. I didn't dare look at them. Every time I glanced down I could see rows of little gleaming faces all looking up at me expectantly. It was quite daunting having to do my speech in front of all the principal actors, the dancers, the extras, the band, the entire crew and several groups of tourists who'd actually come to see the embroidery exhibition at the castle!

The shot, which was done with the camera on a crane, started with Briar, his dog, eating a bone and then moved up to see Knightley. I remember thinking: 'I wonder if this is deliberate?' It seemed a good analogy: Knightley had proposed to Emma and been accepted and the dog got his bone. It gave such a sense of satisfaction, which is exactly what Knightley should be feeling at that point.

#jane austen #emma 1996 itv #emma itv 1996 #george knightley #Mark Strong

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the contract girlfriend | semi eita (m.)

˒ pairing: semi eita/reader ˒ genre: angst, fluff, smut ˒ wordcount: 𝟺𝟹𝟹𝟷 ˒ tags: friends2lovers, fake dating, musician!eita ˒ cw: dirty talk, loss of virginity, virgin kink if u squint: sweet talking, pet names, mean girl ex, mutual pining, unrequited love(?), angst with a happy ending, UNEDITED

+ note: this is a collab along with the other writers for the kkc! i would also like to thank @bokutobabie 𝖿for her help with this plot bc it was kickin’ my ass.

˖˖ summary: when he was an unknown musician, his girlfriend left him. now that he’s made it, he wants to make her jealous at a fancy party so he can get her back.unfortunately, he asks you to be his fake date. the downside? you have a very real crush on him.

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“I have a proposition,” is never a sentence you want to hear when you sit down to lunch with your best friend. Especially when that friend is Semi Eita.

“What..?” you ask apprehensively, taking the cup of coffee he’d obviously gotten to bribe you. You took it regardless, not willing to pass up the offer of free coffee.

“Nana is gonna be at the party this weekend,” he muttered, swirling his fingertips around the rim of his cup. You felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach at his words, “I want you to come and pretend to be my date.”

Just as you’d expected. Not something you wanted to hear.

Nana was Eita’s first love, his first serious relationship, really. They got together when he was fresh out of highschool, the two of them spending almost all of their time together.

It was when his career as a musician was just beginning, he was playing small gigs and there was nothing really successful. But he was happy. And he thought she was too.

Until she dumped him in favor of a much more famous man. He was a big movie producer and offered her a leading role in an upcoming film. Of course, she took the offer.

She would much rather be mingling with the rich and famous than be hanging out with “a nobody like him”, as she put it. You remembered the hurt Eita felt, the tears and heartbreak it took almost 3 years for him to get over.

“Why?” you finally asked with a sigh, “What will that accomplish?”

“Well if she gets jealous, she might want to get back with me,” he grinned impishly, shrugging his shoulders like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You recognized the look in his eyes, one of determination. So you sighed, nodding your head, “Alright, I’ll be your date.”

He beamed, uttering out endless thanks to you as you went on with your lunch until he decided to go back to the studio. He slipped his hat on low, making sure his mask was in place before hugging your goodbye and leaving you sitting alone at the table.

You sighed, downing the last of your coffee. Your spirits were low; you had no idea what to expect from this party.

Would she fall for it and run back into his arms now that he had had his big breakthrough and became mainstream? She surely must have known by now; his band was already breaking records, wracking up fans by the thousands, his songs were being played on the radio.

Maybe now that he was famous enough, she’d actually want to be with him. Not that she deserved him. And he didn’t deserve someone like that, either. He was too good for her, too good to be treated like that.

You let out another sigh and stood up, grabbing your purse from the back of the chair.

This was going to be painful. You weren’t sure how you would cope with pretending to be his girlfriend all for the sake of him getting back with her.

Surely your heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

Because as much as you tried to hide it, you were irrevocably in love with your best friend.

The entire getup was supplied to you by Eita; from the jewelry to the dress itself. You felt like a different person. Despite the fact he was your best friend, you hadn’t attended one of the big parties since his band’s breakout single.

This particular party wasn’t in celebration of his band, but he was invited regardless so naturally he went. He was still enjoying the high life and was getting used to tasting fame. You were glad it hadn’t actually affected his personality.

“You look nice today,” Tendou complimented with a breezy smile. He was nursing a glass of champagne, which was uncharacteristic to say the least. He had always been more of a whiskey kind of guy.

“Thanks,” you shrugged, “I’m not really a fan of this kind of thing.”

“I know,” he grinned, “You look terribly uncomfortable, that’s why I came over to be such a good pal and keep you company while your darling boyfriend is off galavanting with the people!”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s not my boyfriend, Satori.”

He giggled, taking glee in your embarrassment, “But you wish he was.”

“Are you already drunk?” you raise a brow, making him snicker.

Someone called his name from the crowd and he flashed you a knowing grin, “Eita may be too dim to see it, but the rest of us aren’t!”

You pout and find yourself alone once again. Looking around, you search for your ‘boyfriend’. Suddenly, a heavy arm falls across your shoulders and the familiar scent of his cologne reaches your nose.

“Hey, babygirl,” he coos, making your heart skip a beat at the pet name. He sounds so fond and you feel yourself smiling before he busts out laughing, shaking his head before letting his arm fall from your shoulders, “That’s just so weird. I dunno if I’ll be able to get through this tonight,” Ouch. “Anyway, Nana just arrived so…” he takes your hand but you can’t bring yourself to smile as you feel the ache in your heart at his words.

If he takes note of your deflated behavior, he doesn’t say anything, merely leading you over to the balcony. You breathe in the fresh air and feel the ache in your chest dull.

“Eita? Is that you?” a perky voice makes you cringe.

“Nana,” Eita breathes, tugging you against his side as she breaks through the crowd to stand in front of the two of you.

Her smile promptly disappears at the sight of you crowded in Eita’s arms.

“Eita...who’s this?” she asks, a smile returning but you can tell it’s plastic.

You remembered everything you had gone over with him before the party; the two of you had sat down for a few hours to sort out your story and rules. It had felt like you were making a binding contract with him when you told him no kissing on the lips. It was your only stipulation and you swore you saw a brief downward tug of his lips when you told him before he beamed and readily agreed.

Maybe you were imagining that disappointment in his eyes too.

“This is my girlfriend, _____,” Eita introduced, giving your arm an affectionate squeeze.

“Oh,” she gave you a strained smile and held out her hand for you to shake. When you slipped your hand into hers, she gave it a tense squeeze that made you flinch, “I’m Nana, Eita’s ex.”

“I’ve uh…” you cleared your throat and pulled your hand away, “I’ve heard stories about you.”

“All good I’m sure,” she replied flippantly before setting her sights on him once more, “We should totally catch up, you know? Reminisce about the good old times~”

The sultry, flirtatious undertone made your skin crawl. Even if you weren’t really dating, she thought you were and for her to not respect that made you angry. But still, Eita pulled away and placed a kiss against your temple that set your heart ablaze.

“Sure, why not?” he grinned and gave your hand a squeeze, “You go have some fun, sweetheart. I’ll catch up with you later.”

You gave him a hollow wave as he quickly vanished into the crowd without a second glance your way. You knew this was the end goal but still, to see him walking away hurt. A sense of rejection was seeded within you and you felt your spirits slowly being crushed.

It took all your power to continue on with the party until it felt acceptable to leave. Throughout the party, you kept getting glances of the two of them.

Eita wore a serene smile, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her. Whenever she looked at him with a flirtatious smile and a subtle caress, you felt jealousy pool in the core of your stomach. You wanted to march over there and scream “he’s mine!”. But you couldn’t, because he wasn’t really yours.

He was only pretending to be yours so he could have her.

Your phone vibrated as you downed your final glass of wine, making you look at the screen with a frown.

“I’m heading to Nana’s apartment for the night! See if Satori can give you a ride home, thanks for the help!!”

Your jaw ached from how hard you were forcing yourself to keep from crying. When you tried to find the elusive redhead, you found he was drunk and dancing with two girls so you decided to leave him be and simply call an Uber.

For just a short time, you had simply been a contract girlfriend for him to use. Though you knew it was fake, it still felt so nice to be called his.

So you went home, removing your expensive clothing like Cinderella after the ball and decided to relax on the couch. It was only a little past midnight when you got out of the shower, turning on the TV to watch whatever late night nonsense was playing.

Eita thought that being with Nana again would be everything he wanted. But as he laid beside her, her head resting on his naked chest, strangely all he could think of was you.

When he asked you to pretend to be his date, he hadn’t thought of the possibility of how it would really feel. Sure, he had touched you before, naturally. Sometimes he hugged you and held your hand. But that night, when he placed the kiss against your head, the way your eyes lit up in response had his heart stuttering when he thought back to it.

Truth be told, when you told him he couldn’t kiss you he felt so...disappointed. He had thought of assigning the same rule but decided against it at the last moment, secretly thinking about how nice it may feel to kiss you.

He had quickly dashed that though because of how wrong it was to think of you like that.

Yet there he was, thinking of you with his ex girlfriend back in his arms again.

“Eita?” Nana asked, lifting her head to look drowsily at him, “Are you okay?”

“Um...yeah,” he clears his throat, “I should probably get going.”

“Why?” she whines, “Don’t worry about her.”

“Huh? Who?” he asks, confused.

She giggles and clings to his arm, “Your girlfriend! She doesn’t have to know!”

His heart ached at those words -- true, you weren’t really dating but he felt like he had done something wrong. And for some reason Nana’s blatant disregard that he had cheated with her made him nauseous.

“I...I just want to see if she made it home safely,” he gave her a tight lipped smile and picked up his phone.

She rested against the pillow, head propped up on her hand as she watched him dial you. When you didn’t answer, he gave a frustrated sigh and dialed Satori instead.

It rang a few times before the slurred voice of his best friend answered, “H-Hey man, what’s up?”

“Satori, did you drop _____ off okay?” Eita asked.

The redhead made a confused sound over the line, “What’re you talkin’ about? She never asked me to take her anywhere.”

“What?” Eita frowned, “Did you see her leave the party?”

“Gotta tell ya, man, I wasn’t watchin’ her,” Tendou replied, a feminine giggle in the background making Eita frown, “Wasn’t that supposed to be your job?”

Eita sighed, shaking his head, “Alright, dude, just...let me know if you hear from her.”

“Hah? Why would she call me?” Satori chuckled, “Why don’t you just check on her? Better safe than sorry...I mean, she’s a cute girl, you never know what kinda scoundrels were eyeing her in that pretty little dress tonight. If i was a less honorable friend, she would be the one in my bed right now!”

Eita scoffed and hung up as his friend started cackling gleefully over the line. Eita stood up, shaking off Nana’s grabby hands as he slipped his jeans back on.

“You’re not going back to her, are you?” she pouted.

Eita sighed, “I gotta check on her. No one knows where she went off to.”

“She’s a big girl, c’mon Eita~” she purred, letting the sheet fall from her bare body as she crawled towards him.

He shook his head and threw his shirt on, grabbing his keys off of her dresser before moving to the door, “I gotta see her.”

He ignored her obnoxious whining as he bolted out the door. Any sleepiness that was in his system had evaporated at the worry he felt over you.

The drive to your apartment was quick enough, it went by in a blur. He took two steps at a time up to your place on the 3r floor, not patient enough to wait for the elevator.

The knock on your door made you jump. Throwing the pillow you held in your lap aside, you checked through the peephole to see a familiar head of sandy blonde hair.

Pulling the door opened, you looked at him with wide eyes, “Eita? Aren’t you supposed to be with--”

“I couldn’t get a hold of you,” he breathed, stepping past you to enter your living room.

“And?” you laughed, shrugging your shoulders.

“I got worried! Why didn’t you go home with Satori?” he sighed, sitting on your couch with a huff.

You chuckled again, though it was humorless, “He looked like he was having fun, I didn’t want to impose.”

He sighs and relaxes against the couch. As you sit next to him, for a second things feel normal.

You almost feel okay, as if you could forget about everything happening. It’s so easy to forget your crush on your best friend and the fact he wanted to be with another woman.

It was easy to forget it all until it came rushing back into your face in the form of Nana.

You and Eita were having a lunch date, as was normal for the two of you. Unfortunately, amid his retelling of a story you had heard a million times over, she showed up with an obnoxious screech of his name.

“Eita!” she squealed and rushed over to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders.

You let out a soft sigh, your eyes falling to your half-finished plate.

“Nana…” he greeted, eyes wide in shock, “H-How did you find me? What’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you, silly!” she chirped, taking a seat in his lap in a way that was far too comfortable. Suddenly, her gaze shifted to you and the smile vanished off of her face, “Oh, you’re here.”

“Nana…” Eita sighed but didn’t make any move to get off of him.

“What? I thought you were going to break up with her?” she whined loudly, making your cheeks burn as people looked over at the two of you, “You said you were going to dump her!”

“I--” Eita started.

“You should go,” Nana grinned at you, shrugging her shoulders as she hugged Eita closer to her, “Seriously, he’s mine now. He was fucking me at that party instead of you.”

Although nothing about your relationship that night was real, the humiliation you felt at that very moment was. She was smug that she had gotten your boyfriend to cheat on you and was making a spectacle of her victory.

Biting your lip, you reached behind you to grab your purse, “I-I’ll see you later, Eita.”

“______ wait!” he called but you were already rushing towards the entrance.

You had no idea that he was hot on your heels until you reached your apartment. You went to close it only for the foot to intercept it. Looking over your shoulder, you found Eita panting before he was pushing the door open completely.

“_____ I--” he paused, “Why are you crying?”

“I am?” you wiped under your eyes and frowned when you felt the moisture there, promptly wiping it away, “Sh-She completely made a fool of me, Eita. I don’t know what you ever saw in her and I don’t know why I helped you get back with her.”

“I know, look…” he ran a hand through his already messed up hair, “I feel the same, alright? I’m sorry I pulled you into all this, _____, I really am. Alright, I told her to get lost.”

You sighed and took a seat on your couch, “She only wanted you back because you’re famous now. You know that right?”

He chuckled and sat down, nodding his head, “I guess I was just...hoping for something I guess.”

“What?” you asked.

He shrugged, “I don’t really remember anymore,” he confessed.

“Well,” you didn’t quite know what to say, simply leaning back on the couch to appear relaxed, “I always wondered why you didn’t date after her anyway.”

He shrugged once more. How was he meant to say that he didn’t want anyone impeding on his time with you?

“I guess...no one really came along, you know?”

You nodded, “I guess it’s the same for me.”

He snorted, “You’ve never even dated anyone before.”

“You don’t have to bring that up!” you whined, playfully shoving his shoulder.

He laughed, melodic and pretty, “I think it’s cute. What’s your story then?”

“Eita, we’ve been friends since high school, you know everything about me,” you smiled, feeling your cheeks warm at the soft look he was giving you.

“Yeah but…” he bit his lip, fingers inching closer towards you, “You’re...pretty and sweet. There’s plenty of good looking guys around me that have tried flirting with you before. Hell, Satori even said he was into you.”

You smiled and shook your head, “No, none of them are right…”

“Who is right then?” he asked, unable to hide the hopefulness in his voice.

“Eita…” the smile falls from your lips, your heart hammering in your chest as he moved closer towards you, “I…”

“Hm?” he hummed, his nose brushing against yours, breath fanning over your lips.

“I...I won’t regret this, will I?” you asked.

His breathing stuttered against your skin and he shook his head, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, “You won’t.”

After those words left his mouth, he brought your lips to his in a sweet kiss that was perfect for a first. You could tell he was experienced, knowing exactly how to move.

There was something sweet lingering on his tongue that you found utterly addictive.

You wish you could find it strange or even scary to wind up in bed with your best friend. The fact your entire relationship was going to be changing should have concerned you but all you felt was anticipation.

He hovered over your body, the two of you stripping your clothes with unhurried ease. His body was firm from working out, a habit he never let go of from his time as a volleyball player.

His hands were calloused and warm as they touched your body, caressing your breasts in a way no one ever had. The feeling of him thumbing over your nipples had your back arching in arousal, your panties becoming soaked embarrassingly fast.

He was hard and throbbing in his jeans, the constricting material almost painful but all he really cared about in that moment was seeing all of you.

Hooking his thumbs into the band of your panties, he pulled the material down. He cursed under his breath at the strings of slick that attached to the fabric.

“You’re so wet,” he breathed, licking his lips as he tossed your panties over his shoulder to be lost somewhere in your room.

“Sh-Shut up, don’t tease me…” you mumble, feeling embarrassed by your body’s own reaction to him.

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss against your knee, “I’m not, baby. It’s sweet...I love knowing you react so honestly to me.”

“Eita…” you whined, reaching up to cover your face as he spread your legs.

“Hmm?” he bites his lip, sliding two fingers between your folds to spread them apart.

Your hole clenched around nothing, drooling more slick for him to gather on his fingertips. He used it to rub smooth circles around your clit, the sweet moan that fell from your lips at the pleasure he so easily gave you.

“I’ll get you nice and prepped, baby,” he cooed, the nickname making your heart soar.

You were so wet, making it easy for him to slide two thick fingers into your pretty cunt. You clamped down tight around the digits, making his cock throb at the mere thought of what that would feel like around his hard cock.

Twisting his wrist, he crooked his fingers up to hit your sweet spot, his thumb coming up to circle around your clit. The inexperience of your body made it so easy for him to bring you to the edge.

You had never felt this, no one had ever touched you so intimately so your body was more reactive than ever.

Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around his wrist, meeting his gaze with wide eyes. He smiled, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You cumming?” he asked, though he could very easily feel your walls spasming around him.

Still, you nodded, mouth falling open but no sound escaping, “E-Eita…”

“C’mon, baby,” he groaned, fasting his pace to fuck your dripping cunt. The sounds were wet, lewd and if you were with anyone else you would have been completely ashamed. But it was Eita, the person you trusted the most in the world. He groaned as your body began to quake, “Let it go, pretty girl. Cum for me, that’s it.”

At his encouragement, you released with a shrill whine of his name. He eagerly fucked your gushing cunt through the high, only slowing when your back met the bed again.

Pulling his fingers from your hole, he was mindful of your sensitivity. He still couldn’t resist placing a fleeting kiss against your throbbing clit before sitting up to meet you for another heated kiss.

Your body was still trembling as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your thighs spread open around his waist. His clothed cock hovered above your sensitive core and he made sure the rough material of his jeans didn’t make contact.

“Please, Eita, c-can we…?” you asked, biting your lip, too embarrassed to utter the words.

He smiled and nodded, brushing some hair behind your ear before sitting up to discard the remaining clothing on his person. His skin was pretty, tanned and built. His cock reached his navel, dripping precum down the length which he used to easily slick his cock up with his fist.

The sight of your best friend jerking himself off over your naked, trembling body felt beyond taboo. But it only made you more eager to have him.

“Please, Eita...I want you,” you breathed.

He flashed you a smile and sat up on his knees, sliding the dripping tip between your folds. Brushing past your clit, you whined at the sensitivity.

“It might hurt a bit, pretty baby,” he whispered, positioning himself at your entrance.

You had already guessed it. He was big just by looking at him. But nothing compared to when he began to sink into you -- that’s when his size really became apparent.

“Ah, Eita!” you whined, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He hissed but didn’t stop you, eyes falling to where his cock was steadily stretching you open. When he got halfway in, he pulled back until the head remained within your clasping walls. With an experienced roll of his hips, he pushed his cock back in, this time easily bottoming out.

“Fuck!” you squealed, back arching.

He could feel you gushing, dripping down his balls. There wasn’t a single sign of pain in your features so he quickly began to move, the both of you riled up and eager to have each other completely.

Everything felt so right, so sweet. Having him in your arms made you feel so happy.

“You’re mine now, baby,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck, “All mine. N-No more, fuck, of this friend shit...I love you.”

“Eita,” you whined, tears pricking your eyes as you hugged him tightly against you, “I love you too. P-Please make me cum.”

“Fuck, I’ll get you there, baby,” he promised, reaching between your bodies to find your clit. Your walls immediately clamped tight around him as he played with your little bud, “C’mon. Cum for me. I wanna feel you cream, pretty baby. Can you do that for me? Show me how good this cock makes you cum.”

His filthy words, whispered in his sweet, deep voice were enough to throw you over the edge. As you squeezed around him, trembling and gushing through the amazing orgasm, he spilled within you. A soft whimper of your name fell from his lips as his balls throbbed, cock spitting out load after load until you were so filled, it dripped from your cunt.

Finally, the both of you stilled. He leaned back to look in your eyes, tucking some damp hair behind your ear before pecking your lips.

“I meant it, you really are mine now,” he said.

You nodded, “You’re all mine too.”

“Well,” he gave you a teasing grin, “You have to share me with my millions of adoring fans.”

“Don’t be so full of yourself,” you giggled, biting your lip as he pulled out, “You have thousands at most.”

“Oh, way to bruise a guy’s ego,” he laughed.

You were grateful to have him, everything with him was so easy. Everything between you was fine, perfect even. And you didn’t have to worry about ever losing him to another girl again.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #eita x reader #semi eita x reader #eita semi x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #eita smut #afton.writes

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tender-rosiey · 3 years

Note

Last part! Maybe👀

But the latest post was so pure that I started to tear up😭💕💕💕

Thnx alot it really was a bless and made me smile from the the rough week I had lately🥺❤

Okay lets get down to business~

From giving birth to how they took care of the child to raising him/her or maybe twins👀💕to growing up u can divide it to parts if u want i won't mind😊❤

Same characters Atsushi/Chuuya/Dazai

❥ BSD characters as parents

Includes: Dazai, Chuuya and Atsushi

ᴀ/ɴ: I am really glad you liked it, dear; I am honored that you find my writing as such and I hope everything gets better for you. I hope you like this as well and my apologizes it’s late; this was so heart-warming to write oml 🥺💘

Dazai Osamu:

Dazai would be terrified I tell you

Like what if he does something wrong that leads them down the path he loathes :(

That’s why you reassure him alongside your beautiful baby

Let’s say you had a girl cause I think a girl would help in making dazai be more smiley and affectionate cause you know how most girls when young like affection?

That’s why

Anyways so, the first months of raising said spawn of satan are like hell for our little brunette

I believe that what would happen is that our little girl would see him as the vomiting stop

So like if you fed her and gave her to dazai to help her burp then she will take it as the cue to vomit to which made dazai think she hated him

“But y/n she keeps crying and screaming when I hold her, she must hate me; she never does anything with you.”

One fateful day however he had to take care of his lovely daughter for a whole day

Cause you had enough of the bullshit of the house and decided to go on a hangout with your friends

So let’s see how he dealt with this, she was not accepting of him AT FIRST and he was on the verge of giving up

But dazai then started humming a song and gently cradling her and swaying her in his arms

Your little girl liked his voice and held his finger while he was calming her down and smiled

That made dazai’s day a lot brighter, but he managed to contain his excitement so he doesn’t scare her

And when you came home you found them sleeping and she was in his arms clinging to his chest as strong as she can 🥺

Now cause I am not going through her whole damn childhood I am gonna talk about her first step and first word

THE FIRST STEP HAPPENED WHEN you two were chilling like the good bad parents you are on the couch

And your daughter wanted to join you people cause apparently she was put on the naughty corner due to somehow spilling pink dye in the shampoo of your husband

So like the determined baby she is, she tried crawling but found out it’s taking too long

So she tried copying how you sweeties walk

And she did :D

So when you looked to her side to check up on her, you saw her walking to you with her arms in the air and then pulled dazai by his arms and told him that she is walking

And he whipped his head SO fast you were afraid he would snap his neck

He took lots of photos and videos

Now her first word was basically a competition between you dummies

“She will say dada first!”

“No, she will say mama first!”

“kukida!”

“…”

Great job, darling

And you both lost to a handsome and respectful blonde

Chuuya Nakahara:

S/N means son name btw 😚

“OH MY GOD Y/N HE LOOKS SO HANDSOME!”

chuuya sweetie we don’t scream beside a newborn child and a woman who just gave birth

I honestly think he would be g r e a t with children

Like sometimes he does take care of Q I believe and he gets along fairly well with Kenji

Who wouldn’t get along with kenji

Anyways he would be so excited and proud of the child you gave birth to

And he was basically fangirling

Chuuya and his kid will get along so well, like your baby would just beam whenever chuuya comes home

Also fight me if you think Chuuya Nakahara wouldn’t take millions and billions of photos and videos of his children

A L L OF HIS CHILDREN

Be it eldest, middle or the youngest of them

He views them as treasures that should be valued every single moment

awie, I love soft chu chu

Now onto the memories

THE FIRST STEP

Yes you are only getting the two major events, deal with it you lovely people

As i was saying

THE FIRST STEP HAPPENED WHEN YOU AND CHUUYA WERE IN A MEETING

And your kiddo missed you two :(

So what did he do?

Be a champion like his dad said

Tried his best to walk to the meeting room and he did

Did the guards stop him?

They just went soft and opened the door for him like he is a damn boss

And then you felt something tug at your leg and giggle

I will let you imagine how the rest of the meeting went with chuuya carrying you both excited about his kid’s first step

The first word was not something with a good aftermath for chuuya however—

“Dazai that absolutely and utterly shitty shithead!”

“Shitheath!”

“Shit”

“Shit!”

“NO STOP REPEATING AFTER ME! AT LEAST SAY DADA!”

Cue you entering

“Hey S/N!”

“Shit!”

“WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?!”

“Dada!”

“CHUUYA NAKAHARA I AM GONNA KILL YOU!”

“Oh shit! Dada!”

Atsushi Nakajima:

Nnnnnn

I believe he would have a girl

Cause he is such a girl magnet

Like kyoka and lucy

Reminds me of midoriya in that aspect

Anyways he would be so nervous to hold her but excited

Like “y/n I wanna hold her so bad but what if I drop her? :(“

He does end up holding her and crying tears of joy

What a cutie <3

Anyhow your daughter would cling to him like a koala and would only leave him when hungry or she absolutely misses you

He doesn’t wanna let go either honestly

BUT COME ON

YOU DIDNT STAY IN LABOR AND CARRIED HER FOR NINE MONTHS IN YOUR STOMACH TO END UP NOT HOLDING HER

Most of the time you would find them playing with each other

Your daughter also squishes his cheek a lot

That was a sweet introduction

Almost too sweet

Let me ruin it

THE FIRST STEP

The great uncle dazai had came to pay a visit to his lovely ‘nephew’ and subordinate

“Hello Atsushi and Y/N! I came to look at my beautiful and gorgeous nephew! :D”

Which brings me to the point that your daughter adores dazai with her whole heart

So she was sitting playing until she saw him and got so happy she stood up and walked towards him clumsily

The three of you malfunctioned

Dazai was so happy tho 🥺

She loves him that much? Plz that’s too much for his poor heart

He picked her up and spun her around

“AHHH SHE WALKED HER FIRST STEPS BECAUSE OF ME! YOHOOO!”

Meanwhile you and your husband are just staring at each other in confusion

Her first word was the classical mama but how and why she said it was absolutely heartwarming

So she was sitting in the lap of atsushi as he was showing her pictures of stuff so she can get to say anything

And then he reached the word queen with its picture

“And this is queen.”

“Mama!”

“Hehe, it’s a queen.”

“Mama!”

“Yeah, mama is a queen!”

“Yay!”

He was so happy cause he managed to film it and showed it to you

Let your reaction be of your choice <3

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