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me after realising I spend most of my time reading fanfics about seth clearwater instead of talking to people

Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes!

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

"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.

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Dom! Vampire partner x sub! Human Reader

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"You're so pretty like this. So perfect, in my thousands of lives, I've never met someone that I can't get enough of like you.", your vampire partner nibbled along your neck, being easy with his fangs so he didn't hurt you.

He let his fingers trail along your exposed chest, stomach, hips. Really, whatever he could touch that was apart of you. He was ancient in some terms, never thought he'd be a religious man, but if that god was you, he'd gladly get on his knees and repent.

His hand explored lower, wrapping around your hard leaky length, stroking unbearably slow. He's been torturing you all day with teases and quick touches, and he smiled at your soft moan from just a touch like this.

"You're so hard for me, love. Gods, I love how you react to me and my touch." Your partner hissed into your neck before he smirked, feeling your hips move, instinctively jerking yourself off with his hand. Your vampire partner groaned against your main blood artery in your neck, "That's right, baby. Just like that."

As his hand moved in tune with your hips, his thumb graced over your leaking, sensitive tip. "Damn. I could watch you do this all fucking day."

You were too needy to even form words mentally, let alone verbally, so all he got as responses were soft moans and mewls of your pleasure as you fucked his hand to your content. Your precum being used as a subtle lubricant which made it a thousand times better for your needy cock.

Your Vampire lover was enthralled in you, loving everything you were doing right now, "You're so pretty like this, so damn perfect for me." He let his fangs graze over your neck veins, he'd never bite you, but he loved the moans it'd bring from your throat. "I want to make you feel good, my love. Just lose yourself, baby. In me. In us."

A soft moan as coaxed from your throat as a response, poor you. Such a needy thing for your lover. Your moans got louder, and your hips jerked as he went faster with pumping your needy cock. "I-i won't last long, love. Fuck." You finally managed to speak and all your lover could do was chuckle.

"That's the point, baby boy. I want to feel you lose control amd cum all over my hand. Make a mess of me, sweets."

You were getting closer, your climax was getting taunt with the need to realse soon before you wanted to. The vampire could tell and he loved every second of the Ecstasy on your face as you were pulled closer and closer.

"That's right, baby boy. Come for me. I've got you, just let go and let that pretty cock come for me."

At those words, you let out a ragged moan that followed your release in your lovers hand, he kept his hand going to make sure every rope of pleasure was let out. You were flushed, slightly embarrassed cause you could see your release not only on his hand, but his pants and floor.

"You look absolutely stunning like this, baby.." you watched as he brought his cum covered hand to his mouth and cleaned every bit up with his tounge, keeping eye contact with you. Unfortunately this just made you harder and ready to go again.

He smirked, watching your cock get hard again, "Already ready for round two?"

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Just add on to this cause it's absolutely adorable

Reader comes back after three and half weeks, Only to go to their room to notice ALOT of their clothes are gone. Shirts, Hoodies, you name it.

They go to search for their the omegas only to find 141 all huddled up like penguins waiting for their alpha to finally come back, and yes Readers clothes are on them. Price has a hoodie, Ghost has one if your bigger sweaters, Soap probably has a pair of your boxers (perv), and Gaz has your sweatpants you could've sworn you've sweated like hell in.

It’s always omega reader this, omega reader that..

Feast your eyes on Alpha!Reader and Omega!TF141 😈

Alpha!Reader who was put in the Task Force by Laswell even though the 141 didn’t want another member. They got increasingly more angry when they were informed that the new member would be an alpha.

Let me tell you these men are hella feral. They’ve learnt to not only push down most, if not all, of their omega instincts but also take care of each other with these accommodations.

And then Reader walks in, displaying as the complete opposite of these feral omegas. They are very in-touch with their instincts and often very calm when not on the field.

Of course, on instinct, Reader immediately claims them as their own even though the 141 absolutely HATES them.

Their comforting woodsy scent always fills the room when they go to see one or multiple of them (they just wanna make sure their the omegas are comfy).

Reader doesn’t even hesitate to give up their food when they so much as sense that one of the guys are hungry.

If they sense earlier on that one of them is coming down with something, they’re immediately fussing over the soon-to-be-sick omega. (The men are pissed meanwhile Reader is STRESSING.)

Reader who made a nest for them because the 141 refuses to have one on the regular (Reader was heartbroken when they found out).

The men show nothing but disdain towards Reader but they don’t seem to notice just from the constant doting they do towards the omegas.

One day, Reader has to go on a solo mission for a few weeks, nothing major right? The 141 realizes that maybe they do need their alpha even though they refuse to admit it.

Sorry this is very scatter brained :(

“You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you” (x)