"guys I do not condone any of this in real life" "this is fiction" "consent is key. this is only fiction" "murder is bad irl" — I wish fanfic authors didn't feel like they had to clarify this in author's notes or else they might be accused of being abusers or worse (I admit that such disclaimers are also something I personally use for my own stuff because I feel like I had to make it clear). like... people used to not care if an author wrote dead dove fics because people used to understand that ao3 fics are not a reflection of someone's in real life views or morality in any way. people used to understand that fanfics mean what they mean; fan fiction. none of it is real. maybe it's purity culture that normalizes witch hunt and censorship in the past couple years, and therefore authors feel like they have to clarify that just because they write about violence or noncon stuff doesn't mean they're murderers or sex offenders in real life. and I think it sucks that these things (purity and cancel culture?) have made authors feel like they have to apologize for the art they created instead of being proud of their hard work and all the dedication they put into creating these art. artists should not have to feel like they have to apologize for creating art that isn't all rainbow and sunshine. artists should not have to be made to feel ashamed of their own art if it's not all rainbow and sunshine.
I don’t agree with the “you can write noncon and dark fics as long as you make sure your readers get the message that these things are bad” or “you can write noncon and dark fics if it’s your way of coping with your trauma” take either. because writers do not owe you anything. the message writers want to send to their readers — whatever that message may be, if there’s any message or moral of the story for readers to take from the stories at all — is none of your business. why writers write what they write is none of your business. remember “don’t like don’t read”. no one forces you to read anything you don’t like. dark and noncon fics are a form of creative writing and creative writing is a form of art. you can’t pressure artists into creating art that “fit your moral compass” nor can you apply your own moral compass to artists to determine if they can create dark art or not, if their reasoning behind creating dark art passes your moral compass. like… what artists create and why artists create are none of your business. and you don’t get to shame artists for creating art that you hate / art that disgusts you. what you can do is ignore the art because it clearly was not made for you and that’s okay. what isn’t okay is you harassing artists because you don’t like the things they created.
writers, embrace and be proud of your works. as long as all the trigger warnings are tagged properly, you have nothing to apologize for.
Tehehe I'm getting married and all my stuff is DIY
Photo for Attention lol
Yeahhhhh.....
me after realising I spend most of my time reading fanfics about seth clearwater instead of talking to people
● Loves helping you put on binding tape if you can't do your back right
● Will totally come workout with you to help those gains as well as foods that help burn the fat in the feminine areas
● Freaked out the first time he walked in on you doing the Tshot, poor thing you were doing drugs and was scolding you till you told/explained it was Testosterone
● Due to Rez life, you did have to explain what being transgender meant and what you were doing/the surgeries to come
● Still sees you as a man cause what the hell would that change anything?
● Due to bottom growth, and you probably being his first partner, he didn't question it cause 'I figured all people with a TouchPad had that (swollen(?) Clit)'
[I have no clue what you'd call BT in specific places, please correct me if I'm wrong]
● Yes, he calls it a TouchPad mostly so he doesn't offend you or fears he'll trigger your dysphoria.
● Makes sure to correct the pack, the boys often go by what the smell is, and unfortunately hormones label you as a female. Thankfully, the pack learns after a few snaps and being explained things by Seth
● When your binding limit is up, he'll give you his hoodie so your chest isn't on display, which is his way of helping the dysphoria
● Will totally use whatever hole you ask, but definitely has a breeding kink. So there's a bunch of 'my pups' 'stuffing you with my litter' 'so pretty when you're round with my kids'
● Does he let you peg him? Yes. The first time was a bit different, and a lot of god damn lube was used, but there are times he asks before you even think about it. Nothing special, just a simple 5/6 inch dildo on a strap.
● He didn't think he had come faster in his life the first time you did peg him
● Gets ecstatic when you do end up pregnant. All he can talk about is how yall are gonna he dad's.
● Corrects the pack even more due to your hormones being elevated in the fem way due to being a preggo little thing.
● Always, Always compliments you, even before you got pregnant. 'So handsome' 'My sweet boy' 'My man'
As long as I'd be able to get Pickle Soup, I'd be content
You sat in the opposite booth, waiting for Father to tell you to confess your sins. Your oh-so-nasty sins.
The thoughts of the Father spanking you with a wooden cross, making you recite verses in The Bible, making you restart every time your pathetic voice waivered or you cried out begging him to stop.
"Begin your confession, the Holy Lord is with you child."
"Yes God. I mean Father." You begin to reach the hem of your best Sunday dress, a pastel pink with baby's breath on it, your pussy's heat making it unbearable. "I've been having very sinful thoughts, Father." You sigh, dipping your fingers into your heat, "About us. How it'd feel to be yours." You move two digits in and out of you, making sure The Father can hear just how wet you are for him.
"The Lord forgives you. I forgive you, my dear child." The Father puffs out, if you listened hard enough you can hear the subtle movement of pants being unzipped. "Tell me, what these thoughts are like, my child." He asks dearingly.
"I touch myself to the thoughts of you touching me and taking me like God says only married folk do. I dream of your cocks taste. I get soaked just being in congregation with you, I love how you have me in a chokehold. You're like my own personal God." You pause, allowing your clit to relax from a pending orgasm. You can hear The Father breathing heavily, "Father, let me help you." You plead. "Yes child, you will help your God." he responds.
His cock appears through a hidden hole, and to your surprise, his pale cock is pierced, 6 balls, A Jacob's ladder? You can see the precum leaking and the leftover saliva he left from listening to you.
You hum, you take his cock in your hand, has to be at least 7 1/2 inches, maybe bigger. You lick his tip and his cock bucks in your hand, you put his tip in your mouth and swirl your eager tongue around it; making him pant and moan.
"Yes, that feels amazing, my child." The Father rolls his hips, in turn, his cock in your hands. You decide to push your limits by taking his cock slowly down your throat, counting each piercing that passes your smeared lips. Your pussy was aching for touch but you wouldn't allow yourself to. Bobbing your head, you moan and gag around his cock, loving the salty taste.
The Father moans at your movements, loving how your pretty throat wrapped tightly around his cock. You've been so taunting lately, the cute dresses, not wearing bras, the way your pretty eyes watch his every move. That's right, He's your God. Your only God.
He cums at those thoughts, loving the way you gag to swallow every drop. You even suck till he's soft in your mouth taking every drop.
As he pulls away, you ask for a more fruitful time the next time you both are alone. All you get back as an answer is "Maybe, My pet."
Carlisle : Y/N , what do IDK , ILY and TTYL mean ?
Y/N: I don’t know , I love you , talk to you later
Carlisle : ok i love you too , I’ll ask Rosalie
Bella : I love you guys , you’re the best thing that happened to me
Emmett : We’re the best thing that’s ever happened to you ?
Bella: Yes!
Y/N: I’m starting to feel sorry for you.
Y/N: in your opinion , what the height of stupidity ?
Rosalie : * Turning to Bella* How tall are you?
Y/n: in my defence i was left unsupervised
Carlisle : wasn’t Emmett with you ?
Emmett : In my defence i was also left unsupervised
Esme : you have to apologize to Edward
Y/N: Fine
Y/n: ‘Unfuck you’ or whatever
Jacob : Y/N isn’t answering their phone
Seth : I’ll call
Jacob : Leah and i have both tried six times each , what makes you thi-
Y/N: hello ?
Jacob: It’s dark in here
Seth: Don’t worry dude I got this
Seth: *Stomps their feet*
Seth: *Skechers light up*
Y/N: Someone will die.
Seth: Of fun!
Y/N: Fuck
Carlisle : We've got to work on your cursing.
Y/N: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.
Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.
Rabbit monsters are always portrayed as soft docile creatures. Especially for rabbit reader x wolf monster. I wanna see a rabbit who is just a menace in bed. Pounding into our cunts non stop and making sure that we truly “fuck like rabbits” and breed like them too
mmhmm you get me anon.
you've long since given up on holding yourself upright, and just settled for getting pounded into the mattress your body fully limp. you aren't even holding your own hips up, your bunny lover is holding your ass aloft as he pounds into you cumming inside of you for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. The sheets are wet beneath you with a mix of sweat and cum. you're too spent to even care, you'd fall asleep in this gross puddle if he just let you.
He winds his fingers under your jaw and pulls your head back and up, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. it would be sweet if you didn't know it was a trap.
"you can go one more round for me yeah pretty girl?" he asks, slowly humping your sensitive cunt, How is he still hard? How does he not need a break he just came? you groan and shake your head.
"Please, honey? just one more time I promise you just feel so good, I wanna make sure I fuck this pussy right, get you nice and full with my cum, don't you want me to knock you up?" he asks reaching down to slowly pet your throbbing clit, making you whimper in overstimulation. his thrusts are shallow, his long thick cock scraping along your inner walls making your thighs tremble. his head drops and he scrapes his sharp teeth along your neck. "Please bunny let me make you feel good."
"j-just one more round that's all," you manage to mumble out, the second you've given him permission he shoves your head back down and slams into you, his strong thighs pistoning his big cock into you at a breakneck speed.
"Fuck- thank you baby you feel so good around my cock I couldn't hold back much longer," he groans humping you sloppily, his last load drooling out of your sloppy cunt down your thighs. that's alright, he'll cum enough to replace everything that went to waste.
Draco: on Halloween we dress as skeletons, but in reality, the skeletons dress like us..
Y/n:…That does makes sense, but sometimes I worry about you
rb this post if you’re a nsfw blog who’s trans/nb friendly!!
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