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infamous-if · 5 months

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Dec ✮ 12 ✮ 2024 – update

Part of me hates doing these mostly because it's a whole lotta nothing and me just repeating everything I said the last update (lol) but I do like doing it because I like keeping people updated, even if it's a non-update. I may sound like a broken record (pun not intended) but I know a lot of people don't catch my updates every time so it's nice to just keep people informed yk yk

✮ — Part 2 + rewrite

Fun fact: I had written an entire essay about my excitement for the rewrite and chapter 3 and beyond but it got too long!

It boiled down to me wondering why I'm so excited for this rewrite and realizing it's because I feel comfortable enough to approach it with complete creative freedom. I wrote the first iteration of the demo with the constant worries swimming in my head like "I hope people understand what I'm trying to say here" and "I hope this situation is being read the way I intended for it to be read." And I think I sort of had those thoughts tenfold while writing Part 2. If you paid attention, you can probably see where I was trying to shut down certain discussions in the narrative lmao

Recently I had a tiny epiphany and reminded myself that it's not always about what I intend to write, but what is being understood by each reader. And yes this is basic writing 101 but let me have this moment of clarity okay. Embracing that means I can proceed with Infamous without holding back and sticking to my guns in regards to what I want for this story aka I'm just going to write what I write and like....not worry about the rest you feel (while of course integrating the common critiques and suggestions and improving on the things Infamous falls short in—I am not Shakespeare lmao)

ANYWAY my point is that I'm excited to fix up the demo !!! and just go back to it with complete confidence in myself and write whatever the heck feels right to me (and write the rest of the story lolol) and return with a better story than I have now for everyone!!

✮ — December will be for

planning what I'm going to improve and squeezing that in a reworked outline so it can flow much better narratively.

Outlining Chapter 3 and hopefully have the bare bones first draft drafted up which is mostly just be writing blocks of descriptions

I'm not sure I'll have anything substantial to justify looking for beta testers so soon yet but maybe!

work on my spice writing babey writing/reading spice makes me actually physically recoil but im determined to get better! which reminds me to finish the 6k follower gifts!

And also take a small breather because I am moving!

✮ — Patreon

I've already mentioned this on Patreon and a few times on here, but I do want to reiterate that Patreon content is coming out in bulk this month, in case anyone was wondering why I'm not posting as frequently. The content is still the same in terms of the quantity, it just won't be released every few days! thank you guys for being understanding of that <3

✮ —

My activity has is decreasing little by little due to my move but I do read every question and try to at least answer one question a day. I get quite a few mentions lately so I have to sort through those since I do get tagged in things, but I miss them due to my notifications. Usually I hope for the best and hope tracking the tag puts it on my dashboard <3 im not ignoring anyone!

That's all for now! Hope everyone has a happy December and Happy Holidays!

#update #December update #Amy the chatterbox

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justice4canyonmoon · 1 year

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something about y/n losing her virginity to harry? please

I hope you enjoy almost 3k words of the softest filth I've ever written 😉 Also, I pictured this as LHH (my beloved) so that's why he's described as having long hair!

warnings: smut!! 18+ only!! vaginal fingering, nipple play (briefly), p in v sex, loss of virginity, innocent reader, soft dom! harry

WC: 2.8 k

Your parents always told you to wait until marriage. Said it wasn’t “ladylike” to give yourself to someone before you were truly dedicated to one another for life. And for a long time you believed them. But now, you were about to graduate college, and you still hadn’t had sex. Your friends all had: Sarah, Mitch, Adam, Harry, Niall, and all of the other people you hung out with found someone to suit them (with Mitch and Sarah it was each other, which you all totally called your freshman year). But you still hadn’t. And you had to say, you didn’t really believe your parents anymore. You wanted to see what the fuss was about. And you wanted it with Harry.

You had always had a bit of a crush on him: the long curls, bright green eyes, full lips, and dimple had drawn you in when you first met in your math class, but his sweet smile, gentle laugh, and kindness made you fall head over heels. Every time he got a new partner, your heart broke a little more, and every time he broke up with them, it healed again. You went through this vicious cycle all throughout your schooling, but tonight, you thought maybe you could break out of it. Harry had been single throughout your whole senior year, and your friends were hanging out at his place tonight. Maybe you could get him alone…

“Alright, I think you’ve had a few too many, Mitch. I’ll get him home.”

Sarah held her boyfriend up, still giggling at how he could barely get up from the chair. Adam had already gone home, since he had an 8-page final essay due for his writing class, and Niall hadn’t been able to come since he was studying for his music theory final. As soon as Harry finished helping Sarah get Mitch out to her car, he came back to find you still on his couch, taking a small sip from the bottle of hard cider you had been drinking. You purposefully didn’t drink enough to get you drunk, wanting to remember this. Sure, this could go horribly wrong and Harry could reject you and not want to be your friend again. But maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way as you. And you would get what you wanted.

“Will you need a ride home? Or are you okay to drive?” he asked.

You smiled, “I’ve only drank one bottle of cider. I’ll be fine, H.”

He smiled back, sitting beside you once more, “Can’t believe it’s almost over. I’ll miss you all when we go.”

“Me too,” you replied, “but I think I’ll miss you the most.”

Harry quirked up a brow, his smile becoming more of a smirk, “Oh, really? And why would that be?”

You sighed, pushing down your nerves and steeling yourself for a potential rejection.

“Because I want you, H. As more than just my friend.”

You paused, waiting for his answer. You locked eyes, trying to read his expression, but it was unusually blank. There was silence. A bit too much. Then his response.

“I wish you had told me that earlier. Before we were about to move home.”

You took one of his large hands in yours, interlacing your fingers.

“I’ve liked you for so long, Harry. But it seemed like every time I worked up the nerve to say something, you’d be with someone else. I didn’t want that to happen again, so I just didn’t say anything,” you explained.

His eyes softened, holding a twinge of guilt, “Only dated other people because I didn’t think I could be yours. Didn’t want to ruin the friendship.”

He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. You couldn’t help but get a little flustered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“I felt the same way. Except I just stayed single because I’m a loser,” you joked.

A frown stretched across his lips, “No, you’re not. Don’t say things like that.”

“Well no one’s ever fucked me, so I think that might be true.”

And there it was. The invitation you wanted to send. You could only hope that he would accept.

Harry looked you in the eyes, his expression unusually serious compared to the bright eyed, joyful man you’d come to know.

“I don’t ever want you to think that about yourself. You’re such a lovely person, could never be a loser,” you smiled bashfully at that, but he continued, “and, well, if you’d like to change that…”

He trailed off, knowing you would know what he meant.

“I do, Harry,” you pulled him closer to you, your knees touching because of your close proximity, “I want that with you. I just wouldn’t really know where to start.”

He let go of your hand in favor of cupping your jaw, brushing his thumb against your soft skin, “Would you like me to teach you?”

You nodded, feeling a bit too shy to speak now. Harry smiled reassuringly, gently resting his other hand on your thigh.

“Let me know what you feel comfortable with, okay?”

“Okay,” you managed to get out.

That was all he needed before his lips were on yours.

They were just as soft as you imagined: plush, pink, and experienced as they moved against your own. You had kissed someone before, so this was at least familiar territory. But soon, he pulled you into his lap, his long curls tickling your skin as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t help but gasp softly in surprise as his hands moved from cupping your cheek to wrapping around your waist. You felt almost dizzy, and it was just a kiss.

Harry pulled away then, looking deep into your eyes, “Still okay?”

You nodded, but he shook his head, “Need you to tell me. I want to make sure I have your full permission for everything we do.”

Your heart swelled. You doubted you’d find any other man who would treat you like this.

“I’m okay, Harry. Still a little nervous.”

He smiled, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you. May I take this off?”

You hadn’t even noticed he was tugging on your shirt, but his question brought it to your attention.

Remembering his request, you said, “Yes, H.”

You lifted your arms above your head as he undressed you. You couldn’t help but feel a bit shy at your exposed position, moving your arms to cover yourself.

“Fucking beautiful,” Harry cooed, gently unwrapping your arms from your torso, “don’t need to hide from me, baby, you’re so damned pretty.”

Heat rose to your cheeks again as you mumbled a bashful “thank you.”

“Here, I’ll take mine off too.”

You gawked as Harry stripped his shirt off, revealing his toned and tattooed torso.

“Glad you’re enjoying the show,” he quipped as he stood from the couch, “but I’m not doing any more until we get to the bedroom. Not taking your virginity on my couch.”

You broke eye contact, slightly embarrassed as you stood up as well, “I didn’t mean to stare, H.”

He gently gripped your hips and leaned forward, lips brushing your ear, “I want you to look, darling.”

As quickly as he stepped into your space, he left it, walking the short distance to his bedroom and gesturing for you to follow. You did, still flustered as you walked past him into the familiar space. Harry closed the door behind you, despite the two of you being alone, and sat on the bed, patting his lap.

“Come here, baby.”

You quickly obeyed, sitting on his lap.

He cupped your face in his hands again, “If at any point you feel uncomfortable, please tell me. It’s okay if we don’t go the whole way today, just want you to feel safe.”

“I’ll tell you, I promise. But I don’t think anything you’ll do will make me feel uncomfortable,” you answered honestly, making him smile.

He leaned in and kissed you again, reintroducing the familiar motions. You went along happily, already addicted to his kisses. But soon, he was gently laying you back until your back was against the mattress. Harry’s hands traveled down your body, stopping at your bra.

“May I?”

“Of course, H.”

He unhooked your bra, throwing it onto the ground carelessly as he took in your fully topless torso. His large hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing against your nipples. You jumped from his touch, making him chuckle.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?” he remarked before replacing his thumbs with his lips, licking and sucking at your pert nipples.

You gasped, grabbing at his luscious curls, “Oh, Harry.”

You felt him smile against you as he continued his ministrations. You barely noticed his hands traveling down until they tugged at the zipper of your jeans. He looked up at you, silently asking permission.

You nodded, lifting your hips, “Please, H, take them off.”

Harry obliged, undoing the zipper and button of your jeans and tugging them down your legs until you were left in just your panties. He lifted his head and drank you in, tugging down the cotton fabric until you were bare before him. Just like before, you felt a bit shy from the attention, but Harry wasn’t letting you cover up.

“Shit, baby, you’re even more beautiful than I thought you’d be.”

You had lost count of the amount of times you blushed, “Y-you thought about this?”

“So many times,” he confessed, “wanted to be the first one who made you feel good.”

“I’ve wanted that too. For so long. But you can’t do that if you still have your pants on,” you teased.

He chuckled, “I suppose you’re right. Want to help me?”

You nodded eagerly, tugging the zipper down on his ridiculously tight jeans and helping to shove them down his thick thighs. Now all that was separating you was his boxers. There was a sizeable tent in the fabric, and Harry laughed softly again when he caught you staring.

“Want me to take those off, too?”

You nodded, not bothering with words since he knew how needy you were. He guided your hand to the waistband of his underwear, encouraging you to drag them down. And you did so happily.

Holy shit, he was big.

Of course, this was the first time you had seen a cock, so you supposed you didn’t have much to go off of. But it looked big.

Harry could see the nerves return to your expression, “Don’t worry, lovely. It won’t hurt. I’ll open you up a bit first. Lay back down.”

You listened, laying your head back on the plush pillows as Harry leaned forward, hovering above you. His hands gently ran along your thighs. You knew he was doing it to make sure that you were comfortable, but quite honestly, you were beginning to get a little impatient.

“Want it, H. Need your fingers.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Not so shy anymore, hm? Am I making you wait too long?”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer his question, running his fingers through your folds to collect your wetness on his fingers. The response you would’ve had came out as a choked moan as you watched him slip his fingers into his mouth.

“Taste so fucking good,” Harry groaned, “definitely eating this perfect pussy next time.”

Heat rose to your cheeks once more at the implication that there would be a next time. But you didn’t have much of a chance to think about it as he used those fingers to spread your pussy open.

“So pretty,” he murmured almost to himself, dragging his fingers through your wet folds.

“Please, Harry,” you whined, tired of being teased.

He smiled at you, “Don’t worry, baby. Said I’d take care of you.”

And his first finger entered you, stretching your entrance in a way it hadn’t been before. Sure, you’d used your own fingers and a toy or two. But it was so different in the best way when someone else did it.

“Shit,” you gasped as he stretched you open, smirking at how tight you were against just one of his fingers.

“Relax for me, baby. Gonna need at least one more finger, if not two to make sure you’re nice and ready for me.”

You willed yourself to relax, allowing yourself to sink into the pillows as he pressed inside of you. He pulled out completely before re-entering with two fingers, making you moan out in pleasure.

“Oh fuck! Harry!”

“That’s it, beautiful. Look so good taking my fingers like this,” he praised, curling his fingers inside of you, “bet you’ll look even prettier with my cock.”

“Want it, Harry, please,” you begged.

“Not yet, pretty. Need to make sure you’re nice and stretched open for me.”

He took his sweet time, teasing you with the slow drag of his fingers. The sounds coming from your pussy were obscene, wetness squelching around his fingers as he fucked you. You could feel the coil in your belly and your pussy clenched around him.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Can feel you squeezing me.”

You nodded, already too far gone to speak. Harry smirked, then leaned in to suck your clit.

You saw stars, vision becoming slightly fuzzy as you experienced the best orgasm of your life. He fucked you through it, fingers not stopping as you soaked them.

“That’s it, pretty. So good for me,” he praised.

When you came down from your high, Harry smirked at you, “Think you're ready for this cock, baby?”

“Please, Harry! Need to feel you in me, please,” you begged, not particularly caring if you sounded desperate.

He rolled a condom over his cock and lined himself up with your entrance.

Harry’s expression turned serious again, “Promise you’ll tell me if it hurts at all.”

You nodded, “I will, H, promise.”

Satisfied with your answer, he leaned in and kissed you softly as his tip breached your entrance. You gasped softly: if you thought his fingers stretched you out, it was nothing compared to the girth of his cock. Harry murmured soft encouragements into your skin as he slowly entered you, filling your pussy for the first time. You couldn’t speak even if you wanted to, the only sounds escaping your lips were broken whimpers. Soon, he was fully sheathed inside of you, making you the fullest you had ever been in your life.

“Harry,” you whined.

He smiled at you, lovingly brushing your hair from your face, “Feel okay, baby?”

You nodded, “So full. Move, please?”

Of course, he couldn’t say no if you asked so politely. So slowly, he rolled his hips, testing the waters. The sweet moan that spilled from your mouth was enough confirmation that you were ready. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a slow yet still somehow relentless pace as he fucked you. Choked gasps and whines fell from your lips with abandon as Harry pounded you. It was absolute bliss. He looked like an angel, long hair framing his perfect face as his brow was furrowed in concentration, determined to make you feel good.

“So good, Harry,” you managed to gasp out to assuage his worries.

He smiled then, lips brushing your temple as he continued his slow, yet powerful thrusts, “Yeah? You like it?”

“Love it,” you moaned as he brushed a spot inside of you, “Right there, H.”

“Here?” he asked cheekily as he hit that spot again, turning you into a pile of mush.

Harry sped up a bit, sensing that you could take more. You moaned desperately as he continued to hit that perfect spot inside of you with every thrust. His cock filled you deliciously, and quite honestly, you didn’t know how you went without it until now.

“Fuck, feel like I’m gonna cum soon, your pussy is just too perfect. Are you close, pretty?”

You nodded, feeling the coil in your belly once more, “So close, Harry! Please!”

“Need you to cum so I can. C’mon baby, give it to me,” he commanded.

One of his thumbs moved between your bodies, skillfully rubbing your clit. You writhed around his as your orgasm slammed into you, completely taking your breath away. Somehow, it was even better than the first one, your vision blurring even more as you clenched around him. You vaguely heard yourself whimpering his name brokenly as he spilled into the condom, groaning as he found his release. You were brought back to reality from the feeling of his lips brushing against yours, and you responded to his kiss as best you could.

He smiled, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks, “Was that good for you, baby?”

“Absolutely perfect, Harry. Thank you,” you answered shyly, running your fingers through his curls.

You may not be going to college together anymore in a few weeks, but you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d see him. Not when he treated you better than any other man possibly could.

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thepetesimp · 27 days

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as a writing prompt: maybe something with pete and sleep? i mean, as a bodyguard he probably had a weird sleep schedule, especially looking over tankhun—would be interesting to see how that might affect him post-canon :3

(i hope this isn't too unspecific)

Hey there! Thank you so much for sending me this incredible prompt. I have so, so many thoughts about Pete and sleep that I could write a whole damn essay about it. I tried my best here. I didn't want to overthink it - because that's not the point with this imo - so what I've written below is my effort into putting all of those thoughts in order. Hope you like it, nonetheless ❤️ -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pete had always had a strange relationship with sleep. He never seemed to be getting enough of it, but it still managed to somehow sustain him. Just enough to endure hours upon hours of grueling boxing practice, no matter his father's harsh punishments at any minor mistake. Just enough to last in the ring, no matter the number of opponents he faced or the amount of times he lost. Just enough to make it through Chan's training regimen, no matter how his body screamed at him to stop moving, as if unaware of the consequences of such an decision. Just enough for the movie marathons Khun Nu would host on a whim, suspiciously on days Pete accompanied Khun Kinn on missions of high importance to the family. For some reason, they were never nearly as tiring for Pete as whatever Khun Nu planned.

More sleep wasn't what Pete needed. More sleep meant less chances of hearing his parents arguing at night. More sleep meant less practice, less matches, less earnings from fights. More sleep meant less awareness of the moments his father turned more vicious than usual. More sleep meant less opportunities to earn the position of Head Bodyguard, to prove his worth to the main family.

Pete didn't need more sleep. He was fine.

Porsche was the first person to disrupt that reality. Pete could honestly not be blamed for it; how could he know a couple of drinks would have such an effect on him? Heavy sleep was a peculiar thing, he realized. Pete was used to unsettling dreams accompanying his slumbers, but that night there was nothing. No other sensations either; he simply closed his eyes and suddenly, he was elsewhere, with no way of knowing how he ended up there. A fleeting thought had him wonder if death was a similar experience. He pushed it aside. There was a danger to this much lack of consciousness. Pete thought so when he woke up, only to find Porsche's face mere inches away from his own, his lips almost brushing over his. It scared him, how exposed he had let himself be. He vowed to never let it happen again. But then Vegas entered the picture, making him break every self-imposed rule of his, ruining him in the process. It started at the basement and continued at the safehouse; Pete slept and slept and slept, more so than he had had his entire life. It didn't happen willingly. Pete fought it at first, fought the urge to close his eyes and succumb to Vegas' will, let him break his spirit like he so desperately wanted since the moment he had captured him. But Pete was stubborn until he couldn't be anymore, until his injuries got the better of him, and sleep was the only way to heal, besides the pill he tenderly got shoved into his mouth. That's what Vegas told him, anyway, and even though Pete didn't know if he should believe him, he didn't have much of a choice. After he escaped the prison that fleetingly felt like a home, sleep became a constant state of existing. It was as if he was sleepwalking through his new life, the life Vegas threw at him with bloody hands and demanded of him to accept. He never wanted this, he kept telling himself. Sleep wasn't made for someone like him. He wanted to wake up. In a twisted sense, Pete got his wish when Vegas got shot and spent weeks in the main family hospital wing fighting for his life. Pete couldn't sleep. No matter how much his body begged him to, he couldn't do it. He had to watch over Vegas, over the man who owed him fully, completely, and make sure he survived. Pete's responsibility was to stay awake. Vegas' responsibility was to wake up. When he finally did, and later when he told him he was the most important person in his life, Pete finally felt like he was allowed to rest. He would not get punished for it. He would not lose something precious to him again. He could just close his eyes and all would be well. Sleep didn't feel like punishment anymore. It felt like nourishment, like a gift. Now, there were days when Pete slept heavily, days when he woke up and needed a moment for his sight to clear, before finding Vegas next to him, his gaze piercing through every single wall he'd built to protect himself throughout the years. And every single time, Pete got reminded of the safehouse, of a kiss in the form of a pill, and it scared him, before a sense of calmness washed over him. It was fine. Five more minutes wouldn't hurt.

#I've had a rough idea of what I would write from the moment I received this but I only just now sat down to type it all out #I'm so slow smh #apologies for the delay #I have two more prompts to write and I will I promise #it might just take a little while longer #Pete is such a character of all time #I love him so much and I hope what I wrote here does him justice #every facet of him makes me go crazy #goddammit with this fucking show #kinnporche the series #vegaspete #pete saengtham #writing prompt

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gurugirl · 2 years

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Brat*

Happy Harry Fic Friday, loves!!!

Summary: stepdad!harry - You’ve been a brat all day knowing your mom has the day off and you and Harry can’t be together - and there’s nothing he can do about it since your mom is home. Or is there? 1.6k words

A/n: I've been busy with schoolwork but then of course I was sick of writing my essay for evolutionary biology so I wrote this!! Hope you guys enjoy. This was written in the span of 35 minutes so sorry if it's awful. Lol! xoxo

Warning: Stepdad!harry - dark content ahead - DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF THING. Smut, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and a stepdaughter, mean Harry, cheating, degradation (not proofread)

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Your mom had the whole day off and she was happy to be home. You helped her bake muffins in the morning and turned on some soft music as you danced around the kitchen. You hadn’t put a bra on yet today so your tits softly bounced under your thin t-shirt as you moved across the kitchen and assisted your mom.

Harry watched you from the kitchen table as he sipped his black coffee and read the paper. You were already getting on his nerves. You would amp up acting like a brat in front of him when your mom was home from work. It’s almost like you wanted Harry to want to punish you. Like you enjoyed it.

He hated when you did stuff like this in front of your mom because you knew he couldn’t really do anything when she was around.

You’d do things like pout your lips at Harry, stick your tongue out at him, talk loudly on the phone with a boy from your Art History class, run from the bathroom after your shower to your bedroom completely nude because you “forgot” your towel, and when you did finally get yourself dressed for the day you’d put on your shortest little skirt and then “suddenly realize” you needed to go into the basement to get a shirt so you’d casually walk in front of Harry in your tiny skirt and lacy bra and then bounce your way down the stairs to the laundry room.

Yeah, he hated your bratty attitude, mostly because he couldn’t do anything about it with your mom home. But fuck if you weren’t pushing his buttons and making him plot about how he’d be repaying you.

Then, in a twist of fate, your mom announced she was headed to the back garden to lay out in the sun and would appreciate not being disturbed.

Fuck.

You knew you were in for it. Typically when you acted out toward Harry on days your mom was home he had a whole night to sleep off his frustration before doling out his punishment. But today is still fresh in his mind, since it’s still today and all, and he’s already grabbing you by your arm the moment your mom lays onto the sun-bed.

He drags you to the living room and wordlessly pushes you over the arm of the couch, tummy down. Yanking your skirt up over your bum and pulling your panties down to your thighs he begins to spank your cheeks. Harsh smacks to each side cause a sting to your flesh and knocks you forward at each strike. The sound of him swatting at you with his large palm is nearly drowned out by your yelping.

Then he stops and leans over your back, placing a hand at the back of your neck and his mouth right at your ear he practically growls, “Fucking slut thought she was gonna get away with acting like a brat. You have no idea how badly you fucked up.”

Harry yanks you up by your neck and turns you to face him as he unbuckles his pants and then lowers them along with his briefs.

“Get on your knees and suck.” He says as he pushes you to kneel in front of him. He grasps the base of his big dick and tips the head toward your mouth as he pushes your head toward his crotch.

You are quick to grab him by his thighs and hollow your mouth for him, readying yourself for what was to come.

As soon as you leaned in over his tip it was being pushed past your lips, your tongue immediately flattening under his shaft, and you squeezed your eyes closed, savoring the feel of the initial thrust into your mouth. You loved getting your mouth fucked by Harry.

His thrusts were forceful as he grasped the back of your head and grunted. You gagged and drooled and choked around him as he continued pulling himself out, only to push back in and down your throat.

"Fucking always take me deep in your throat. Never gonna get tired of the way your mouth stretches over my cock. Such a nasty whore for Daddy."

It was hard to keep your eyes open because of his pace and how your throat burned each time his cock slid down your throat and triggered your gag reflex, making your eyes water and nose run.

He released your hair and pulled his dick out so you could breathe, his hand holding his shaft up. You gasped for air as saliva dripped down your chin and over your neck. Your face was already hot and you knew you were red in the cheeks.

Harry yanked your hair and tilted your head as he plunged back down into your mouth again, shoving his heavy cock down into your throat. You never knew giving head could make you feel so horny but Harry's moans and the natural scent of him made your heart flutter. You just wanted to make him feel good.

"Gonna use your mouth until I'm satisfied. Little whore like you doesn’t deserve to feel Daddy's cock stretching her cunt. You fucked up by acting like a brat." Harry sucked in a sharp breath when your tongue swirled over his frenulum as he pulled back a bit. "Fuck..."

You took advantage of the moment that Harry pulled his cock out and spoke, "I know, Daddy. I deserve your punishment."

You knew what he liked.

Harry sneered and tightened his grip on your hair before forcing himself back down your throat again, "Don't fucking say a word. If you'd been a good girl I'd be fucking your pussy right now and making sure you were taken care of, but instead..." he stopped for a moment as he grunted with his thrusting, "I'm gonna fuck your dirty mouth and choke you with my come down your throat. S'all your holes are good for. You're a just a come toy with holes for me to fuck and come inside. Aren't you?"

You couldn't nod or respond with the way Harry's cock was lodged down your throat and slipping in and out in fast pace. He didn't want you to respond. The question was rhetorical. You moaned over his dick and gurgled when he stilled his hips and cursed, your tongue flat over the large vein that runs along the bottom of his long shaft.

Harry was breathing heavy. He wanted to dole out more punishment, slap you around a bit, tell you what a nasty whore you were to flaunt your body to him in front of your mom the way you had, but he was desperate to come. Your mouth on him felt better than anything and you always knew just how to sit there and be a good fuck hole for him to come inside. You were just what he wanted when it came to his sexual urges.

Harry composed himself and slowed his thrusts, pulling out a little to let you breath, and you felt his fingers caress the back of your head for a moment as you gasped whenever he gave your throat a break.

"Catch your breath. Daddy's about to fuck your throat hard and drown you with come."

You grasped onto his thighs to steady yourself, you knew what was coming. He never held back.

And as soon as Harry impaled your mouth and sunk his cock down your throat you were choking and gagging around him, swallowing over his tip just like he liked. He was knocking into you with such force your neck was straining to hold your head upright but your hands holding onto his hips helped you stay somewhat steady.

You felt him twitching in your mouth and you sucked harshly as you gagged around him, ready to milk his cock of all that he could give you. You felt your bottom burning, your naked ass was pressed over the back of your heels and it stung, your knees ached from the hard wood floor under you, but you loved the pain and the way Harry took care of himself with your body.

When he started to orgasm, his warm come filled your throat and you held your breath as you swallowed him in. Harry's panting and grunting and the sound of his moist cock being smushed into your mouth, as he pumped himself into you, along with your gurgling and gagging would have been heard by your mom if she'd been in he house at all. You two were not being quiet.

When Harry's cock had emptied itself of everything you looked up toward him. His cock was still in your mouth but no longer down your throat. His eyes were closed and his hand was still in your hair, keeping your nose pressed up against his pubic hair.

Finally he opened his eyes and let go of your head, slipping his beefy cock out of your mouth and then tucking himself back into his pants. He looked over his shoulder and then back down to you.

Pointing at you he spoke, "Better behave, or you're really going to be in for it next time."

You wiped your face and nodded silently at him, still on your knees with your panties pushed down to your thighs.

"Well, get up and put yourself together, brat. Not gonna do it for you. Don't want your mother seeing you acting like a slut in front of Daddy, now do you?"

Thank you for reading! I’d appreciate any support you can give! Whether a comment, reblog, or buying me a coffee- it’s all appreciated.

Check out my masterlist if you enjoyed this 💕

Xoxo

Tags: @victoria-styles @michellekstyles @ssaama @angelqueen99 @sombrioinvernoemveneza @golden-hoax @reveriehs @a-strange-familiar @yousunshineyoutempter @the-gardener-31 @tenaciousperfectionunknown @swiftmendeshoran @immadeoutofspace @ky-harlow-bieber @angel-akxo @flowerfeastrry

#harry styles smut #dark!harry #stepdadrry #stepdad!harry #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic #harry styles fan fiction

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dogmasks · 1 year

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[ID: a blurred photograph of a black cat with white mittens and throad running on grass, which is illuminated by setting sun. behind it is a text written in an old-school white serif font that reads: writeblr (re)introduction. /end ID]

𓇢 WHO

haiii. i'm Quail. or Hearth. or Meloe. any pronouns / 19 / spirit with a fox clay head / impact crater in the shape of a zoomorph / huh whuh

this is a reintroduction only in technicalities, because even though i made an intro for writeblr, i did absolutely nothing. fortunately i've since graduated hs, so now i can actually do stuff 👍🏽 yay!

𓇢 WHAT

i've been drawing and painting for longer than i've been writing, so this blog is a general basket of all things i create. my bigger writing projects are mostly worldbuilding-heavy fantasy, and these motherfuckes do take their time to develop. i also dabble in poetry-writing and short stories, which i do post here. usually. sometimes .

my recurring themes are an insight in culture, its artefacts and cultural dynamics, the human condition and how to navigate it, grief and love (intristically tied), the little rituals of everyday life that keep us together, gender, and post-colonialism.

𓇢 WHICH

i currently have two that are not on the backburner! if you're interested in others, i am inviting you to look at my desktop WIP page ^__^

CHAOS THEORY 🏗 ⚖ is a webcomic in works with a few novella / short story off-shoots. 𓇢 on a continent wherein the human has married the machine not so soon after she began her discovery of the surrounding world now grows a tumor of a nautical empire, slowly digesting the land alive with its dreams of Carbon and asciension to the higher self. a group of workers inside the so-called Furnaces decide to up the stakes, causing a strike aiming at the root, which might either swallow them whole... or who knows. ━━━━━━━

TEGUMENT 🧿🐟 is... it's own thing. a narrative with drawings and stories written in-between. set in a cassette-futuristic world and centers on insanily codependent lesbians who want to reach godhood as one, while also dealing with a growth spurt of fake idols and a growing gap between their identities.

𓇢 WHERE — miscellany

this is a sideblog: i interact from @burialcloth! i also have a substack where i will either crosspost things i post here, or my essays. we'll see: in all honesty, i should just polish (taki żarcik) my CSS + HTML skills and finally code that fucking neocities site i have. i love being tagged in things, dmed / sent asks :-) and if you'd perhaps like to be on a taglist for any of my projects just hit me up 'n i'll see you around u__o

#now's the time for putting this thing in the tags and be perceived fuuuuck.#writeblr #writeblr introduction #writeblr reintro #writeblr intro

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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 1 month

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thank you for what you said I really appreciate you explaining it so concise. Where do you stand on the whole Buck and Tommy thing if it's okay to ask? Because just based on what Oliver said in his latest interviews it sounds like that is going to be a very casual thing/fling which makes sense I suppose. Especially if Tommy is just a catalyst to get us to Buddie this season or at least Buddie getting confirmed as going canon.

Also can I ask why do you think Buddie is gonna go canon in your opinion, I agree with you that everything feels different and I truly think Ryan spilled the beans without actually saying it that now Oliver has to be with him at all times during interviews.

I explained why I think Buddie is going canon here, in regards to someone asking me why I thought Buck/Tommy happening meant Buddie was therefore going to happen. I explain my feelings on Buck/Tommy here.

(Please remember, Buck/Tommy is also speculation! We don't know anything for sure!)

...also you are so sweet but that answer was not concise LOL that was a whole ass novel.

I'm not writing another essay, it's eight thirty in the morning, but to quickly summarize:

re: previous posts, if either Buck or Eddie is queer, Buddie is happening (please click aforementioned links)

ABC is really towing the line on promoting Buddie without queerbaiting, a fine line to walk and a risk, but they're taking it, I presume for a very good reason

ABC has very much positioned themselves as the saviors of the show, not just literally but also giving them/us all the things they/we wanted but evil meanie FOX didn't - makes sense to me that would include Buddie (I'm sure they already have visions of GLAAD awards dancing in their heads)

they took Ryan's muzzle off - okay all jokes aside, Ryan was infamous for blurting stuff out during interviews, so the PR team has to know that letting him do interviews again (especially live video/audio that can't be ignored or deleted like a written article) will be a risk, so they have to be taking that risk for a reason

it's the only logical place the writing for these two has been headed since season three. I have four years' worth of meta on this blog about it by myself and others so feel free to dig around! Tags where you'll likely find that kind of thing are #mads answers things, #911 spec, #911 meta, #911 fox, and #buddie.

My inbox is currently flooded to please remember guys, search the tag 'mads answers things' on my blog and scroll down, you might see I've already provided you with the answers you seek in answering someone else previously!

#mads answers things #911 spec #woke up to an overstuffed inbox #I really should've expected that

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redhoodinternaldialectical · 3 days

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5 and 8 for Jason, and 19 and 21 for Tim?

Hello laufire :D I've seen you around in my notes a fair few times, thank you for the ask!

Jason first bc I am predictable 😌

5. First song that comes to mind for this character?

Dana Dan by Bloodywood! I had it as his theme song long before I started headcanoning him as religiously Hindu and the music video feels all the more appropriate now that I do!

youtube

There are a LOT of runners up, sixteen in specific I could name off the top of my head bc I made a whole character playlist for him and I listen to it every time I drive (burned CD in my car :3)

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Hoo boy, that competition is FIERCE lol I try my best not to talk about it in terms of complaints though. That's just not the energy I wanna have most of the time. That being said, since you asked for some salt ye shall receive hehehe!

I think the through line of the most annoying stuff is that people will point at something Jason did in his villain era and twist it wildly out of proportion into something unequivocally EVIL and then everyone else will (incorrectly imo!!!) claim that it's out of character and due to writers that hated him and we should throw it out.

The worst example of this by far is his fight with Mia Dearden

First of all, it was written by JUDD FUCKING WINICK so yeah this was not a matter of an unfavorable writer!! Second of all, I think it's a goddamned masterpiece of a comic, and THE successor to UtRH

So like you have the second Robin, born into grinding poverty, having to commit crime to survive, joining up with a vigilante mentor, and killing someone for the greater good, and then being utterly destroyed... and then you have the second Speedy, born into grinding poverty, having to commit crime to survive, joining up with a vigilante mentor, and killing someone for the greater good, and then growing from that to become a fully fledged hero in her own right! So similar and yet their paths have been so different with Mia healing and becoming even stronger and Jason having been isolated and pushed to villainous extremes.

Then during that confrontation each of them know about the other through hearsay and research, but have never met before. Each make their own assumptions and then prove that they are more than what was assumed of them! Jason makes a deeply flawed but earnest attempt to try and connect with Mia and she rejects it because she has the support he never did and therefore has already long ago grown passed what has destroyed and consumed him!!

And some people REDUCE their fight to just "evil scawy Jason trying to hurt poor widdwe Mia"???????????????????????????? Might I challenge those responsible to a duel of paintball rifles at dawn?!?!?!?

Kinda the entire fucking point of an antagonist is to let the complexities and nuances of the characters shine, and that's doubly true of antagonists that used to be protagonists! Mia and Jason are such amazing narrative foils for each other, and tbh, Jason himself is an extremely good foil in general! On top of that the Arrows have long been foils of the Bats, so Bruce and Ollie also foil each other in the background brilliantly as Jason runs rings around them both!!!!

I would need to start pulling up pictures of comic pages and write a full length essay to get into proper depth with it (And I do intend to eventually!!) but the way they each interact with that fight and with their own histories going into it is great for both characters and it's just... gah... basically my favorite comic ever and it's stuck in this meaningless tug of war over "characterization" from two sides who both mostly haven't read the damned thing, let alone properly dug into the analysis of why Jason did any of that or what it might mean to Mia beyond just being unpleasant...

I would KILL to get DC to let me write a Mia and Jason comic. There's so much fun shit that they could do together, no matter if they were allied or enemies, I'm gonna have to write it as fanfiction tbh, but the fact that Green Arrow (2001) #69 - #72 is completely ignored until someone wants to use it as flat proof of 'Jason bad and ur bad for liking him' is just...

Le sigh...

Anyway what the fuck was I doing? Answering an ask lol??

Okay here we go: Timmy Time!

19. A relationship in canon that you don't like?

Its gotta be Steph simply due to how badly it was mishandled. As usual with female characters, I feel like Steph's nuance and strength as a character was in direct conflict with how the authors implemented her narrative role as a love interest. The fact that Tim was flat out casually misogynistic to her for her whole introduction and it wasn't treated properly as a flaw is a deal-breaker for me. The amount of Steph's Wikipedia biography that's Tim's love life makes me want to commit arson. The ship itself in isolation from much of the canon may have potential, and the canon material itself isn't all bad by any means, but to me the relationship still feels like a net loss.

21. I do indeed write, uh, a considerable amount of fanfiction about this dude, so: What's your favorite thing to do in fics when it comes to this character? Something that you don't like?

I like making him more unhinged. Or rather, I interpret his early actions as having been spectacularly unhinged, and like to imagine he kept that energy up into later years. I'm so not interested in Tim being a well adjusted person tbh I want him in my wonderful little Freak 4 Freak ship being spectacularly messed up and incredibly weird with nonsensical ideas about how boundaries work

For what I don't like... Hmmmm, this one's a little hard to answer because most of that falls into the neutral category of stuff I have no interest in writing at all, and so I just don't lol

I suppose I don't like to do apologies, though I have written one. I like to get down into the messy depths of sympathy and resentment by having him talk about those conflicts with the allies that have hurt him. However, I think the direct contrition and simplicity of apologies has less and less appeal to me the more I develop as a writer. Apologies retroactively cement an idea of fault and blame. I think there's more room for exploration in having the characters talk through all of the components of the issue without ever having that particular kind of confrontation.

Thank you very much again for the ask!!! I hope this was a fun read :3

#jason todd #tim drake #damian's tomfoolery

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lost-walmartbag · 5 days

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It's been a minute

Honestly, I take more hiatuses than I do showers at this point. I know it gets annoying I'm really sorry. I know I say that all the time at this point I know some of you aren't expecting another chapter until next year because of my lack of consistency. I wanna fill you guys in.

Why do I keep disappearing?

Life is hard. I don't know if you guys know this but I am in school currently. I'm a college student and I'm double majoring. That basically means double the work. Not only that but I also work. This is my second year of college and is way harder than my last year which if you don't know is when I started posting my stories. I know a lot of other amazing authors on here probably have more hectic schedules than I do and are still posting. I just can't do that. Sometimes I get a 10-page paper assigned and I can't split my time between writing that paper and writing my silly little stories. I wish I could give you guys a heads-up when I won't be posting for a while but realistically that would mean sending out an announcement every week. So yeah, that's why I keep suddenly vanishing.

Where was I this time?

Like I said, life is HARD. Recently I moved. It wasn't a big move but it took a lot out of me and I've been having a few issues with that. Not only that but got a bit of a promotion of sorts and have a lot more work because of it. Also, I love writing. Honestly, I've been doing it since I was a kid. I used to write like my life depended on it. Last year, in April I had this overwhelming urge to write and that's why I even started posting on here to begin with. Fun fact- I've had this blog for 7 years now but didn't start posting until this last year. I didn't have an urge like that in a while. Usually, when I wanted to writ I'd just do it in my notes app which is why when I first started I was pumping out stories left and right, I already had those stories written.

I haven't written ahead in months which is why my post come out so slowly. Recently I've been doing a lot of writing for school and that kinda made me sick of writing. I wasn't going home after writing 10-page essays on history I don't care about then going to work and helping a bunch of other people write essays they don't care about and then coming home and saying 'Ya know what I could really go for?' And that's not to say I don't love writing what I post here. I love my work and I even love the essays I write for school. I LOVE WRITING. I'm not the best at it so I'm really slow when I write just so I can make sure it's good enough to grace ya'lls eyes.

I also have other hobbies. I crochet and I read. I love reading- I know guess what I'm majoring in. And I think reading makes me a better writer, I get ideas, I learn things, I see different writing styles and tips. So I see reading as a necessary part of my writing process. I do it so much I was thinking about making a book review blog but made one post, doubted myself, and deleted the whole thing. I also crochet and I have been for around 2 years now. But I still consider myself a beginner. I'm not that good at it but I like doing it and it's a nice distraction from the world, maybe one day I'll share it with you all.

But yeah life has been crazy lately and sometimes writing my stories makes me go crazy. But that doesn't mean I don't love doing it. I love it and I want to keep doing it.

What's next?

I get a break from school and work in May. So I'll have a lot more time which means more time for writing. Yay! I do want to write more. I miss this. I miss putting stories out there and you guys showing and telling me how much you like it. I say it a lot so it sounds cheesy but it truly means the world to me. That's why I want you guys to comment because I love reading them.

But yeah. I want to keep writing. Also, I AM working on requests. Again I'm slow. I'm sorry. It's gonna take a minute but they will come out. BUT what I wanted to say is that. I made a ko-fi.

My Ko-fi is mostly for you guys to make requests. I think I have it for 5 dollars right now but my work is not worth that so I will be lowering it. If you do make a request there I do promise I will finish your request in a week unless there is a big reason I can't. But you of course don't have to pay me to make your requests. If you make a request on here- for free, you will still get your request done maybe even pretty fast sometimes, it's just gonna take me a bit longer most of the time. I also wanted to do something fun. So if you make a request on Ko-fi, name an animal, When I finish your request I'll also post a picture of the animal you listed and name it after you. It will be a part of my room forever. But of course, you don't have to. I still love you more than words can describe.

Also, I want to do more than SP fics. So I'm starting a new blog where I'm going to be doing Hazbin hotel fics at some point in the future. ( @locally-sourcedapple ) So if you're a fan of HH go follow my new blog and even send in a request if you want!

One more thing

I love you guys. It really means a lot, knowing people are out there who love my work and are even waiting for the next upload actually means more than I can express. I hope you guys stay with me because I wouldn't keep doing this without your support. I hope I cleared some stuff up and are excited for my content moving forward 🩷

#lost walmartbag #kayisanaddict #kay rambles

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ovaryacted · 5 months

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My input probably isn't needed, since much more intelligent people have already spoken on this, but here are my two cents:

Dark content is okay. It is totally fine if you take interest to it and like it. However, there's a BIG difference between dark content and straight up crimes. Incest and stepcest? Morally and ethically questionable at best, straight up wrong at worst. Not my cup of tea, in fact, I find them very repulsive. But someone else might like it and that's alright - as long as both characters are consenting adults.

What isn't okay is rape and pedophilia. I've seen a rise in both in all fandoms recently, Resident Evil and Call of Duty being ones that hurt me the most. I don't know what's causing it, but it needs to stop ASAP. The first blog I ever followed on Tumblr turned this way recently, and I was so disappointed and sad. A person who used to write eye-catching stories and amazingly written smut turned out to be someone who now almost exclusively writes non-con. It hurt me to press that unfollow button. Rape is never okay and should never be romanticized. People need to accept that.

Pedophilia? Y'all are just disgusting for that. There are young and impressionable people on this app, and no amount of minors DNI warnings will make them go away, because they're hormonal kids and they like what is forbidden. I know from my own experience, I was very much underage when I first started Wattpad, then AO3, then Tumblr. I read smut at the age I shouldn't have. Thankfully, I was a bit more self aware and emotionally mature than mist people my age, so I ended up fine, thank God. I knew what was kinky and what was wrong and the distinction between the two.

But the vast majority of kids aren't like that, and when they read fanfics that romanticize grooming, pedophilia and rape, they will get the impression those things are normal IRL and it's okay to do them and/or it's okay if it's done to you. SOME OF Y'ALL'S WRITING IS ACTIVELY PUTTING OTHER PEOPLE ***AND MINORS*** IN DANGER, AND THAT SHOULD NEVER ***EVER*** BE NORMALIZED, ***YOU SHOULD STOP***!!!

I know this isn't what I usually leave in your inbox, nic, but this needs to be talked about every chance we get, because it's unfortunately getting normalized to sexualize minors and victims :(

Y'all stay safe out there, please <<3

-🌑

Hey New Moon anon honey, I've missed you and thought about you recently. I saw this when you first sent it to me, and I've been meaning to answer this for a while as well as my other messages in my inbox but I was just so exhausted as a whole I couldn't give you a proper answer. But I have enough brain power now to respond lol.

First, I do appreciate and value your input, I agree with everything you said and also relate to you heavily. I was also in the COD fandom for a while when I first came on to Tumblr before I formally transitioned into the RE fandom, and I saw that same trend with people who wrote for Ghost & Konig in particular. I can write essays on the correlation of the fantasy behind sexual violence and military propaganda but then we'd be here all day. It's also difficult to read characters that have a canon history of sexual abuse (Ghost/Simon Riley) inflict that same level of harm onto other characters even if it's fictional. There are a lot of layers to violence and aggression in sexual culture, particularly in environments where the military is involved since that's something people who are in the military go through, but I don't want to dwell on that too much.

Personally, being someone who started engaging in sexual content and material at a very young age because I got too curious on the internet, I know how dangerous it can be. I know how it can fuck with your head when you see something online and get too engaged in it that you want to recreate it out of curiosity. Minors often have this experience, especially when they reach an age where they want to replicate or mimic what they consume. It happens at all ages, it’s not their fault, and with the hormones that run through their bodies, it's inevitable. That's why I'm emphasizing just being safe on the internet with what we as creators release to be shared and spread around when we live in an age of unrestricted internet access across all platforms regardless of how hard you try to use filters and warnings.

I hope that at some point, the content we see when it comes to smut writing or writing as a whole kind of calms down in the RE fandom, but until then all you can do is block tags, spread awareness, and keep it pushing.

#ovaryacted asks #₊˚⊹♡ ─ my new moon anon 🌑

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c2-eh · 1 year

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this only exists because of nic and chubbs and because of what they said in the server couple weeks ago... so i would like to thank them, because i love them a lot and this was nice to do, considering i still have writers block... also this has been done for quite some time, but i was scared to post it lol. it's probably the biggest bs i've ever written without any plot

charlos; ficlet. basically sillyfic. 900 words. T. enjoy <3

Charles adjusted the helmet on his head better, so it wouldn’t dig into his skull. It was his racing helmet he usually used on race weeks, unless he had a special one. They didn’t really have a time to think of something different and significant for this situation, as they wanted to be up to date and answer to the irrelevant and stupid tweets as soon as possible.

„Are you ready? Try to hold the camera up, so you’re fully visible at first and then I will take it away from you,“ Silvia said and lifted Charles‘ arm higher. He has to film himself with back camera, so it’s more convenient for Silvia to take the phone afterwards, which is impractical and stupid. Charles was grumbling because of it for whole 10 minutes and Carlos had to kiss him to stop.

„Copy,“ Charles‘ voice is muffled under the red-white helmet and his voice sounds way too jittery.

Carlos can tell he’s nervous. His visor is still up, so Carlos is able to see his bright eyes moving hastily from phone he’s holding, to the floor and then back up to him.

Carlos smiles at him, just a small twitch of his lips.

He is amused by the whole situation and he wasn’t expecting to lay cards on the table about his relationship like that, but one should never underestimate Ferrari social management‘s unhingedness.

The comments on social medias – mostly Twitter, to be honest – are bit too much lately and PR management decided to take things into their own hands. No one knows how it’s gonna play out, but they are willing to take risks. If not on the track, then at least in the PR area.

„Don’t be so nervous,“ Carlos comes closer to Charles.

With the helmet on, he appears taller, than he really is. Carlos puts his hands on his shoulders, smile present on his face as he looks into Charles‘ eyes. The shadow makes them darker than they really are, but Carlos knows those eyes incredibly well. He could wake up in the middle of the night and recite the essays about the deep green-blue eyes, with central heterochromia, that makes them so beautiful and caledioscope like.

„I’m not,“ Charles lies.

Carlos chuckles and stands on his tippy toes to kiss the top of Charles‘ helmet. Charles‘ arm, that was still stretched out in front of him, fell on Carlos‘ shoulder as he did so.

„If you say so,“ he replies and moves away, to let him finally shoot the video.

Silvia corrects his hand once again with a sigh, presses play from the other side and steps away, but only by millimeters, „hello, Ferrari admin here. I think it’s finally time to reveal my identity. It’s been too long since I’ve been undercover and I am sure, every single tifosi is curious, who is the person behind all this.“

It’s clearly noticable who the voice belongs to, but it’s not like this video is supposed to be serious. Not in the slightest.

Charles is not even the admin, because how could he be? He barely manages his own social medias.

It takes all of Carlos‘ willpower not to laugh, when Charles struggles to pass the phone to Silvia. The camera is shaky and it takes a moment for Silvia to right the angle. This is their 5th attempt and Carlos wants to be done with it, even though his job is to do nothing, only to show his face at the end. Basically, he is willingly looking at his boyfriend making weirdo out of himself.

They are answering to the hate comment, made by someone who claims to be a fan, where they claim that even if Ferrari admin posts Carlos, they “won’t fuck him“. Or her. They don’t really know the gender of the admin.

Charles takes the helmet off his head, his ringed fingers already screaming who it is. If his characteristic voice wasn’t enough. His hair are messy from the movement and his cheeks are red from the helmet pressing to them.

Bright smile is occuyping his face as he says, „and to react to your tweet. Actually, he is,“ Charles smiles and blows the kiss to the camera. He motions for Carlos to step closer to him and Carlos does.

Silvia is looking at them fondly, while holding the phone in front of her face, capturing the moment. Charles smiles at Carlos and then stucks out his cheek for Carlos to kiss. He leans closer and plants the kiss there, with a smacking sound, because Carlos doesn’t really know how to be serious in front of cameras.

Charles face is split with the biggest smile and he turns his head to catch Carlos‘ lips in his own. At first he gives him a light peck, which makes Carlos smile widely against his lips.

They can hear a click of the iphone camera, meaning Silvia ended the video.

„We’re done. It’s gonna be up in an hour. Deal with people you want to know about this in advance,“ she says and leaves the room, with other people at her tail.

„That went well,“ Carlos puts his arms around Charles‘ waist, bringing him closer.

„Yeah,“ Charles giggles and walks him back to the red couch in the corner of the room, little further away from them, „now, are we gonna do what the comment said?“

#charlos fic #eva writes #ficlet #shoutout to my red couch girlies ily #c2 madness i blame you as always #charlos

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dragonsoftheeast · 2 months

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For the directors cut ask: do you remember writing not born, but raised? You captured Guzman‘s feelings after Marina‘s death so vividly. Chapter 8 was heartbreaking to me and I’d love to hear anything you have to say about it. Bonus: how you would have written Guzman‘s thoughts/feelings towards Lu at the beginning of season two (you know me 😅)

Man, I'm so glad you asked me about this- it was so fun to write that! If anyone wants to check it out, you can find it here: not born but raised. And if anyone else wants some behind the scenes looks at my fics, just send me the ask!

Apologies for the essay response, but if there's anyone I can respond with loads of words about Elite to, it's you.

I've always used novelizations as a writing practice (it really helps me with body language since I can't visualize), but this was the first time I ever showed anyone. Getting into Guzman's head was everything for me, and I knew if there's anything this boy does, it's deny, deny, deny. And Miguel did such a perfect denial in his first reaction to Marina's death, that I just had to extend it. Listening to the cast reading of the finale was also incredible help, the actors were so attached to their characters! Maria's reaction to Guzman's line of "Because you know if something happens to them, maybe they had it coming.” made me know that had to be such an important line for him. It had to haunt him.

The trickiest thing to me was actually piecing together those interrogation scenes into something reasonable, like an actual flow of conversation. Cause I had transcribed that the whole season long and I rearranged that conversation so many ways to try and make it make sense.

And I do know you! And just to answer your question, I'll give you the opening lines I wrote for the season 2 novelization.

In the rules of geometry, the strongest structures have three sides. In the realm of grief, however, it seems that these rules don’t apply. His parents find support in each other, if not comfort. None of them will ever find comfort again. But the balance of their family, two parents, two children, is disrupted, and they don’t know how to support him. Lu tries. They have sex that’s supposed to remind him that he’s alive, or at the very least wants to be. She holds him when he ultimately breaks down in his sleep, the thought of Marina’s misshapen head too much for him to bear. For most of the summer, he drinks, though Lu pulls the bottle away from him whenever she can. For that, he loves and hates her hands in equal measure.

So there you have it! Lu and Guzman's relationship is really messy in that I think they are very complacent when they are with each other. Lu is very complicated and smart (I know you know that), but when it comes to trying to get someone to not do something, she tends to stick to her one strategy, verbally lashing out. And while I love the zingers, it's not the best way to get into Guzman's head (since that is also his strategy). So to me, he's grateful to her, he owes his life to her, but I think he ends up resenting her on two opposing fronts- on the one hand, keeping him from the self-destruction he desires, on the other, not being effective enough to actually keep him from that self-destruction.

I actually have episodes/chapters 1 and 2 written out, but I wasn't sure whether I should post it when I'm not sure I can finish the season and the fandom seems pretty dead (let me know if you're still interested lol). But if you wanna see more of Guzman grieving Marina, I have some tearjerkers in there, if I do say so myself.

#guzman nunier #guznadia #guzman x nadia #elite #elite netflix #not born but raised #ask #lucrecia montesinos

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itsclydebitches · 1 year

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I'm ngl I feel kinda afraid to mention any positive aspects abt the show bc it feels abit nowadays like you just, can't enjoy it anymore. Like no matter what RWBY does you won't be happy and any positive aspects mentioned you'd find a way to turn into something bad or Not Good Enough and idk I love most of your essays but that kinda throws me off. I just wish you were able to watch it a bit less... Against It. Hating it is fine, I hate it, it's a horribly written horribly paced mess with awful characters, awful humour and the worst voice acting in the industry, but I can unapologetically appreciate when a good scene happens and it feels like you can't, or at least can't without adding 50 asterisks and conditionals and ways it could be better. IDK it makes me a bit sad sometimes, since you dedicate so much time to this.

I feel you, anon, though we've known this was coming for years. Unlike a collection of short stories or other, separated media, the longer RWBY makes mistakes the more future content is going to suffer. Four years past where I personally think the show started having serious issues, yeah, there's more to criticize than praise (imo, obviously) and I'm not inclined to pretend otherwise. You say yourself, "I hate it, it's a horribly written, horribly paced mess with awful characters, awful humor, and the worst voice acting in the industry" so honestly I'm a little confused as to where you think these good scenes are that I'm missing. If the plot, tone, characters, humor, and acting all suck, what are we left with? And if you "hate" the show, why would you expect others to find more to praise?

Personally, I feel like I do appreciate the good scenes when we see them, but yeah, they're going to come with those 50 asterisks because, as said, everything is interconnected. If the show does a good job depicting Ruby's grief over Penny, I'm still going to question why we didn't get that when she first died. If the show nails an awesome "I'm still just small" line from Little, that unfortunately makes all the terrible humor surrounding it that much more apparent. My recaps strive to unpack all the aspects that I see, which means that after years of missteps the good stuff is coming with a huge load of baggage. For me, it would be a serious misrepresentation of the text to go, "Wow, Weiss hitting herself in the head with a rock sure was funny! Good on RWBY for writing such a comedic scene" and just ignore the context of that interrupting Ruby's grief because I don't want my recaps to be too mean. These recaps aren't going to RT. They're not written with the intention coaxing a writer towards improvement without breaking their spirit. There's absolutely no reason why I should pull punches - say less than everything I'm thinking - especially in a fandom that already works so hard to paint RWBY as better than I personally think it is.

I'm not going to insult you by assuming your intentions, but frankly I really dislike this whole 'It's so sad you can't enjoy the show anymore, you've dedicated so much to this, what's the point if you're not praising it?' perspective. I've heard it a lot over the years and 99% of the time it's sanctimonious nonsense. Again, I'm not accusing you of that, anon, just acknowledging that a lot of people have tried to "help" me over the years not because they care, but because they don't want anyone criticizing RWBY and have realized that outright attacks haven't worked. But the reality is that you don't know me, or what I get out of RWBY, or what's an enjoyable way for me to spend my time. It's totally fine - and understandable - if you're upset that my recaps have grown more and more critical over the years, but the answer to that discomfort is to stop reading them. There's no constructive criticism to offer here, just an implied request for me to lie and say that I think the show is better written than it actually is... which isn't going to happen. You shouldn't be "afraid" to mention a positive take - the fandom is 99% positive takes - and if you don't like the idea of sending in an ask and me potentially disagreeing, there are thousands of other RWBY content creators who will give you an enthusiastic response. Yeah, it sucks that you can't read recaps overflowing with praise and it sucks that I can't write them, but that's due to RWBY making those major mistakes and allowing them to snowball for half a decade. As said, you claim to "hate" the show and provided a long list of its broad and far-reaching problems, anon. You should thus understand that the problem here is in RWBY being really badly written, not me acknowledging that it's really badly written.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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ante--meridiem · 1 month

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I thought to share that after asking you what are Zettelkasten I finally do have the real usecase now in my uni life... the concepts from different courses are starting to connect and I am struggling in my currect structure-based note taking. So idk, I just... wanted to thank you for introducing the method to me, I really like how the structure and principle itself is simple and I am excited to finally try it out in practice! (you can use this ask to say anything you want about Zettelkasten, I will be obsessed with them for the foreseeable future so any rant you write I will love)

Hey!! Very happy to hear the method might help someone else! Good luck with it and I'd love to hear how it goes, hope it ends up helping you as much as it helped me. For my part right now what I have to say is that building it has slowed down a lot since the beginning since I'm no longer working from a large backlog of things I need to store there (I mean a large backlog of knowledge I haven't put into the Zettelkasten still very much exists but getting through it isn't a current priority and I have most concepts I'm currently actively using already in there) but what is coming up is how useful being able to look things up in it is to keep me from having to retread all my steps whenever I look at something I haven't used in a while (or rather very much speed up the retreading my steps process, since the idea is that rather than having to go "where did this come from?? Let me try to find some other notes that explain it" there will be a link to exactly where it came from!).

I will warn you that Zettlr has recently gotten increasingly buggy with its implementation of LaTeX though (and most frustratingly no longer parses the environment I used to use to make commutative diagrams) so if you haven't picked an app yet I might recommend a different one if you'll be using LaTeX a lot. (Maybe Obsidian? Never tried it myself but I heard good things about it, though it isn't open source like Zettlr is). On a more positive note though the app now does its own graphs to let you see how your notes are connected now! (I don't remember if you were there when I made my "look at my boy" post about this).

Since you wanted to hear me rant, I think I'm just going to copy the text from some meta notes I have in my Zettelkasten on using the Zettelkasten! This will get probably extremely long (and not be reflective of the actual structure of said notes since I'm removing the links and putting multiple notes together into an essay) so only read past here if you really really want to. To imagine the structure this would have in the actual zk, the big headings correspond to organisatorial pages and then each bullet point with a number next to it links to an individual note containing the text I will put under the bullet point; other numbers formatted like this [[insertnumbershere]] are links to other notes outside the scope of this essay but I'm not editing them out so you can see how/when I link things. On that note some of this may be difficult to follow because I use my own vocabulary that I've built up in linked notes; if you (or anyone else who for some godforsaken reason decides to read this) actually read enough to want explanations please shoot another ask!

Also obviously these rules are rules for me adjusted by me, the whole point of the system is flexibility to adjust to your thinking style so don't feel tied to them or anything. Also disclaimer again that this was written for me to be read/understood solely by me and may be very hard to follow for anyone else, so take what you can from it if you feel like it.

Rules for Zettelkasten

Atomicity [[20220807142537]]

"Concept" is loosely defined [[20220125144819]]; when dealing with a packed concept, atomicity requires that zettel deals only with how to bring the strands together, and not the details of each individual strands. Where the details are relevant they can be brought in through links to a zettel dealing solely with that strand. Allowed exception: "organizatorial" zettels that exist to list multiple examples/manifestations of concept. Maths zettels may require proof with many components. If component can be separated neatly as lemma, make new zettel for it. If component does not make sense independently, split proof into steps and make each step a sub-section of zettel.

Connectivity [[20220807142751]]

Links

Links must be meaningful. A basic topic can be linked if it has significant relevance to the concept of the current zettel. Significant relevance means the structure of the current concept mirrors [[20220524234710]] or is induced [[20220531114751]] from the structure of the linked concept. Mechanistically important details can be elaborated on in footnote. This implies linked zettels should be similar in complexity; significantly less complex concepts are likely to play only a mechanistic role in more complex concepts. "Similar" does not mean equal; natural tendency for links to go from high complexity to low complexity is inevitable and shouldn't be eliminated. Probably best to keep those steps reasonably small. Good if a zettel can link to similar complexity concepts. Practical strategy to ensure it: if simpler concept can be reached following chain of links, do not link directly. Sometimes there is no direct link between concepts, but there is a parallel; in these cases create extra zettel in which to note parallel. (Think of like coproduct [[20220523141540]] in category theory.)