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eclectic alt girl archival . . . 20 // writer account : @funkadelicmango

[areupradame]

hey guys I started my writers blog ! @funkadelicmango

its @funkadelicmango and i’ll write a bunch of smut for black!reader mainly on there if i’m being honest. i’m a libidinous prude who barely gets play, is focused on school, and had a seizure recently so give me some time to get comfortable and enjoy my aesthetics.

this will still be my personal account where I like, repost stuff, and give random opinions, so don’t worry about that. also, grammar correction is always wanted because english is my minor. :)

[jks-luvr]

jermajesty i miss you dada

[joshuaballsett]

[ridingreeves]

mouth full

warnings: explicit sexual content / hardcore smut Graphic descriptions of penetrative sex (riding / cowgirl) Finger sucking / oral use of hands Spit, drool, and messy wet sounds Multiple female orgasms while penetrating Dirty talk and degradation-tinged praise Light anal teasing / pressure (fingers against ass, no full penetration) Intense focus on hands and physical control Overstimulation / riding through orgasms

Reader discretion is strongly advised. Adult 18+ only.

pairing: mature Michael x nasty reader

era: mature Michael

You’re bouncing on his dick like it’s the only thing that matters. Hard. Deep. Messy.

Michael is under you,  body tense, those huge hands gripping your hips so tight his long fingers dig into your flesh. You’re slamming down on him over and over, taking every thick inch until your ass meets his thighs with a wet slap. Your pussy is stretched wide around him, juice running down his balls every time you rise up and drop again.

He forces two of his long fingers into your mouth while you ride, and you suck them filthy—spit already dripping down your chin— your hips moving faster. You’re grinding, rolling, bouncing, using his dick like your own sex toy. Every time you slam down he thrusts up to meet you, the force makes you moan around his fingers.

“Mmh… look at you… riding me… mama…”

His soft, breathy voice is right there under you. his long fingers push deeper in your mouth while his other hand slides under your ass, spreading you open as he watches his dick disappear inside you with every bounce. You’re dripping all over him.Wet sounds filled the room—skin slapping, your pussy squelching every time you take him to the hilt.

You lean forward, hands on his chest, and really start working him. Up and down in long, hard strokes, then deep circles that make his dick grind against every sensitive spot inside you. His fingers stay in your mouth the whole time, letting you drool and gag on them while you fuck yourself stupid on his dick.

The first orgasm hits you hard and sudden. Your thighs lock, pussy clamping down around him as you keep bouncing through it, moaning loud around his fingers. Juice gushes out of you, soaking his stomach, but you don’t stop. You fuck yourself right through it.

“That’s it… cum on it… don’t stop riding… oh my… keep going…”

He keeps one hand under you, two long fingers pressing against your ass while you ride, not pushing in yet—just holding pressure so every time you drop you feel the stretch of his dick and the teasing press of his fingers at the same time. The dual sensation makes you ride harder. Faster. Messier.

You’re still trembling from the first one when the second builds fast. Your clit drags against his skin with every filthy grind. His soft voice keeps coming, low and dirty

“Ride it… use it baby… I wanna feel you cum again all over me while you suck my fingers… uh… look how deep you’re taking it… nasty baby…”

You bounce harder, hips rolling in circles, forcing his dick to hit that spot that makes your whole body shake. His fingers in your mouth push deeper every time you drop. The second orgasm rips through you even stronger—your pussy pulsing hard around him, more wetness flooding out as you cry out around his fingers. You’re shaking, drooling, stuffed full, and still you keep slamming down, riding him through every wave until your thighs burn.

Michael’s thumb is still in your mouth. The other gripping your ass, spreading you, guiding every filthy bounce while you ride him into the mattress.

You’re barely recovered when the third one starts building. He can feel it—your cunt getting tighter, wetter, desperate. His soft little laugh slips out as he watches you fall apart on his dick for the third time.

“Again… that’s it… cum for me again… don’t you dare stop bouncing… hm… make a mess on me…”

You do. Harder. Wetter. Filthier. Every drop of your weight used to take him deeper while his hands keep you exactly where he wants you. Your third orgasm crashes over you while you’re still riding, body jerking, pussy milking his dick in hard pulses, spit running down your chin as you moan around his fingers. You don’t stop. You keep bouncing through it, soaking him, shaking, using his dick until your legs give out and you’re just grinding down on him.

“Good girl… keep riding… give me one more… look at you pretty girl cumming all over me…”

an: is this out of character eh maybe this was honestly supposed to be for Jermaine or Jackie but so well oh well mhm

[theonlyonlinefish]

Okay first off i can’t express how much i LOVE your writing!! but I have two ideas that i think you could do justice with. 1. being where either mature or otw michael kinda act like big daddy in front of his friends and makes it seem like he always puts you in your place/checks you in front of them(even though he’s submissive in the bedroom) & then later on the reader gets him back during yk🤭 & is like “i thought you were daddy baby?” or something like that & eventually makes him call her mommy… you can play it however you want!! or like even add a spin where he thought his friends were gone but they heard everything🤭😂

Tonight was a small housewarming celebration for you and Michael, just an intimate gathering with the people who meant the most. Your closest girlfriends filled the living room with laughter while Michael’s siblings made themselves at home, reminiscing and catching up over drinks. Music drifted through the house as conversations flowed effortlessly, and before long, everyone had blended together as if they’d known each other for years

Just as you finished pouring the mimosas you carried the tray out of the kitchen and served the party, making sure everybody was comfortable before sitting with your girlfriends. The entire time Michael couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, secretly itching at the party to be over so he could have you alone

Jackie watched you disappear into the kitchen before nudging Michael with his elbow, a teasing grin spreading across his face

“Mike” he chuckled, “you never told me you had your woman this in check—I mean, look at her. She already knows what needs to be done without you saying a damn thing”

The pressure settled over Michael the moment he realized every one of his siblings was staring at him, waiting for his response. Feeling the weight of their eyes, he swallowed his nerves and did the only thing he could think to do—play along

“That’s ’cause she knows better” Michael scoffed with a laugh “I got the final say in everything that happens in this house.” He leaned back with a smug grin, playing into the teasing as his siblings erupted into laughter

“Is that right?” Jackie nudged Marlon, pulling him into the drama

“Y-yeah it’s like this, whatever I say that’s just what it is” Michael egged on

“Michael don’t get yo’ ass whooped when we leave tonight because you tryna keep up with Jackie” Marlon snickered

“What’s wrong with me?” Jackie asked

“You listening to a fool that got his leg crushed by the same woman he refuses to divorce”

You couldn’t help but overhearing the conversation and Michael’s two cents. Raising your eyebrows at his cockiness, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. As you used your index finger to push your hair out of your face you pretended like nothing was wrong, smiling and engaging in your girlfriends. Even introducing the girls to Michael’s brothers

As midnight fell, some guests were too drunk to drive home so they stayed over. Michael made sure everybody was comfortable downstairs before creeping into his bedroom, the first thing he saw was you lying in nothing but a blue gown, his favorite actually. As you filed your already perfect nails. Smiling at him as he shut the door and walked towards you

“Is everybody okay?” You softly, asked

“Mhm” he nodded. “I made sure everybody was okay”

Michael walked over to your side of the bed and rested his hands on your thighs. Making the weight in the bed shift as he sat down,caressing them but really he just wanted to look up your gown. Licking his lips at how plump your lips were, you spread your lips open and grabbed his index finger, slowly pumping it inside yourself before bringing it to his lips and making him suck off the fluids. Immediately his eyes shut as he moaned taking in your taste “mm”

“Can you do me a favor baby?” You asked unbuttoning his shirt and softly kissing his neck. Your eyes watching goosebumps form as you applied each kiss, listening to him hiss in the process

“Anything”

“Take these off for me please?” Using your acrylic nails to point at the bulge in his pants

He nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on you as he unbuckled his jeans and stripped down until he was naked. Waiting for your next instruction, with the motion of your fingers you called him in. But for some reason the look in your eye was different than normally, making him nervous as he rested his back against your chest. You kissed along the sides of his face and his neck. Softly rubbing his exposed chest as your hands made their way down his body, just feeling your hands get closer to his dick his precum leaked even more “Please, I’ve been waiting on you to touch me all day” he confessed

“Awww, baby” you coo’d pressing your lips against his ear. Softly brushing your pointing finger against his tip, making Michael squirm. “I’m sorry”. Kissing his ear knowing how sensitive this area was, dragging your tongue along various spots listening to him moan and scoot closer so you can keep going. Oozing with each passing

You instructed him to spit on his own tip before wrapping both of your hands around his dick, twisting them in opposite directions while moving them up and down repeatedly. Michael’s head rested back on your shoulder with his eyes shut, moaning repeatedly “Oh honey—please don’t stop”

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting for so long daddy, should’ve known better”

It was obvious what you meant by that, quickly Michael felt his stomach drop. Realizing you had overheard him. He stumbled over his words trying to explain himself, only for you to speed up the process and jerk him off faster. To the point of him breathing hard and turning his face in the crook of your neck “I can’t hear you baby”

You gently lifted Michael’s chin, guiding his gaze to the vanity mirror in front of him. Keeping your hand beneath his jaw, you held him there, making sure he looked directly at his own reflection. “Look at how handsome you are daddy” kissing the side of his face between your fingers “and look at how big you are. I can barely fit it, in my hands” you moaned softly

“I wanna fill you up so badly” he whimpered “Please, pretty girl can I cum for you?”

“Mm” you teased, watching his precum coat your fingers, making the loudest fapping sounds as you twisted your hand around his dick “Look at the man in the mirror and tell him who’s in charge”

Licking his lips, staring at you then your hands wrapped around his dick “You are” he admitted. A proud smirk spread across his face as he finally gave in. Secretly loving every moment of your domination

“You sure? Because Jackie thinks—“

“No” Michael profusely shaking his head “No, no you’re in charge mommy”

His hands gripped at your thighs as his whimpers got louder “I’m sorry baby, please if you make me cum I’ll never do it again”

“That’s too bad, it actually made my pussy wet hearing you talk like that” you whispered in his ear before roaming your tongue around it and whispering for him to cum all over your hand

“You’re gonna take care of me right?” He asked looking up at you

“Yes daddy—now let me have it”

“Oh my god thank you” kissing at your wrist just before bucking his hips into your hand and cumming harder than ever. His head draped over your shoulder as he cried out in your embrace “Fuck” he said, barely above a whisper

“Good job my sweet boy” you coo’d kissing his faint tears as you continued to jerk him off but much slower

Before the night was over Michael rewarded you with eating your pussy until you told him to stop. Riding his face and cumming on his mouth and nose. Apologizing to you for being so cocky earlier in the evening

The following morning, Michael wandered downstairs in search of a glass of orange juice, lazily scratching the back of his head as he leaned against the kitchen counter. On his way back upstairs, he passed Jackie sprawled out asleep on the sofa. Without even opening his eyes, Jackie smirked

“Morning, Mr. Sweet Boy” he teased

Michael’s face immediately flushed with embarrassment as laughter erupted throughout the room at Jackie’s remark. Too mortified to defend himself, he quietly shook his head and spent the rest of the day hiding upstairs, refusing to come back down until everyone had finally gone home

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Thank you for this request! I appreciate you 💋💋💋

[tojiswifeforlife]

Jackie could get ittt any time even now

[neighbourscat]

꣑ৎ oh nothing major! just a throat-training sesh that turns into getting fuccd prone bone style by bestfriend!cameron cade . . . god bless his dad’s genetics. 

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ 𝖎ntoxicated best-friend!cameron cade who kisses your forehead before gripping both shoulders and forcing you to your knees. with one hand, he cups beneath your chin and squeezes. the other rips his beaming cock free from the confines of his boxers and drags the seeping head over your puckered lips; coating pre from top to bottom . . . like lipgloss. one in a gazillion sticky-icky lipgloss.

if there weren’t a session to get through, he might’ve bust right here; glazing your curls, soaking your lashes and cute swollen cheeks in ropes of hot semen.

he repositions that big hand to the back of your head and pushes in, drawing that mouth forward. “c’mon,” he urges, tip slapping atop your nose, metal spheres tapping just between both furrowed eyebrows. “c’mon, girl- say aah- give’it a kiss.”

and when those sticky-glossed lips part, cameron slips right on in — the salty taste of penis floods your palate: “mmnh~” and he couldn’t have torn his eyes away even if he’d wanted to, stuck lazy-eyed and staring with a neeed that matched his low heaving breaths.

“shit -! yo, waittt- hnnh!” cameron catches one side of your head, trying to wring you away — treacly webs of gluey saliva track from his bushy happy trail to your lips. “chill the fuck out- no need to rush. ‘m not goin’ anywhere.” plus, being too eager too early fucks the experience up.

“start over. take it bit-by-bit.” because a good nut couldn’t be rushed. “‘t’s not a race . . .” so, you crane back back back and as instructed, focus solely on cameron’s fiery tip. you dip into his piss slit before closing your mouth around him. shit. “suck both cheeks’n,” to apply pressure there. “go’on. suck’em in hard.”

and you do just that. shlrp shlrp shlrrrp. seamlessly; hollowing your cheeks and slurping the bulbous head of him, “mmff~” cameron grumbled, “jus’like thhat.” tears were leaving his blood-shot eyes and catching within those light-brown lashes, “soo nice’nd’warm, my baby.” he’s giving that ‘gosh, i wanna marry you’ stare while you gag and choke . . . then, “w-watch the teeth, mama.” drool dribbles from both corners as you gurgle a soft apology, having just bumped into his pretty piercing.

he winces again and again ‘cause it keeps happening. accidentally, of course, you’d never do this purposely. you were learning! and just wanted to make him feel good. cameron has his fists balled in frustration . . . but they loosen. sympathetic. he couldn’t put himself in your shoes, but you weren’t the first girl to struggle around him. he was a big guy. being this big wasn’t easy on both parties.

“let me do it -“ cameron cradles the back of your neck, pads of his fingers digging into your sweaty skin, “i’ve got it, dovey. i’ve got’t . . .” the silky head of his beating cock drags down and out of your constricting throat; he’s forcibly shoving his dick as far as possible, pathetically using you as his own personal fleshlight. “mbghh~!” blood’s rushing through cameron’s entire body and he feels soooo refreshed. so charged.

“gimme your hand.” he guides you to the bump — the chunky bulge poking beneath the skin of your neck. “feel good, don’it? hnnnnm.” so good. “mmph~!” soooo good. so fucking good that you’re tearing. full on crying and making the nastiest noises around his marvellous cock.

chlorp chlorp klrtch! “thaaat’s it, mama -“ both hands locked at the back of your head, his panting breaks through wet, slobbery plaps. “suuch a perfect fit.” feet planted, thicck thighs strained, he drives his pelvis in and backs only when the tip of your nose jabs into his wet abdomen — stuffing you full with each mouth-watering inch. ghlk ghlk ghlk!

as wonderful as this felt, cameron couldn’t cum like this. well, he could. but he didn’t want to. so greedy, he is. and unapologetically so. his cock falls from your lips with a pop and swiftly, he whisks you from the floor and onto the bed; full of bear creatures and fuzzy cushions. “this’s the only way i wan’a, i’m sorry, mama,” cameron purrs, plucking your gooey panties to the side.

and he loves your pudgy pussy and how he has to spread your folds apart in order to tease that weepy slit, just begging to be filled.

cameron’s easing his way in — splitting a huge, gaping stretch with just his leaky tip alone. the cute ‘o-oh cam’ that spills from your filthy lips was beautiful music to his ears. a hand holds the small of your back, creating that yummy arch and smushing your face into purple blankets, and his left holds your forearm for leverage. slap - slaap - slapp!

his hips slam against the round globes of your ass, angry cock head hitting that gummy spot over, and over, and over, chilled piercing draggingggg and tugging at your walls. toes curling, gigantic waves of pleasure and lust travel through every part of your body.

“ok- cam, fffuc- o-okaay- shiiiit~!” you whine, palms fisting the sheets of the bed tightly, knuckles going frosty. “sl-slow down!” sounded like nothing but angel’s calls for more to your best friend. filled to the very hilt, cameron was just making sure your cunt was getting all of him. “‘m sorry, mama.”

he’s groaning, trying his hardest not to crush you with his weight. “i. feel. hnnh! i think- it’s gonna come out- cam~” tenderly, his hand wraps around your throat from the back, pinky pressing down. a cocky, pussy-drunk grin, “push’t all out- all over this fat dick.” cameron licks his tongue into your mouth, “do’t- mama.” hips still strong and working, battering up your squishy insides.

and when a glob of his bubbly spit falls splats onto your tongue, it’s completelyyyyy over — juice trickles and your thighs are quivering unrelentingly. cameron’s reached his peak too. he hurriedly pulls out with a wounded noise and quickly uses two fingers to part your pussy folds, pumping balmy white stripes over that used hole.

[areupradame]

I come back to this every. single. time.

[areupradame]

writing fluff made me feel better. smut breaks are needed.

[funkadelicmango]

Could u do James potter x black! Reader, him helping her with wash day I think would be cute loll

𝐼𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃

✎ᝰ. You’re boyfriend helping you wash your hair┊word count: 380

੭﹕﹒ james potter x black!reader

𓍢ִ໋🀦 genre + warnings: smut — fluff, kissing, curly-haired!reader, coily-haired!reader, reader is slightly overwhelmed and tired, james is kinda cocky with his hair skills, overall wholesome

𓇢𓆸 a/n: thank you anon for submitting!! this is my first request so i’m excited. this is proofread but any mistakes lmk! also, haven’t read anything marauders in months so i’m rusty in the boys but enjoy!!

Wash day had always been a tiring act. Hours of work with multiple products of different consistency; syrupy oils, creams, lotions, and custards. It could all be overwhelming,

You were on a stool in the bathroom. Your tongue wedged between your teeth has you concentrated on detangling the small section of hair.

“Ugh!” you groaned. A sound caused James to stick his head into the door. With fluffy curls and a toothy grin, he asked, “What’s the matter, sunshine?” in a sarcastic manner.

“Not right now, Jamie, I’m doing my hair.” You said softly, tone full of woe.

“I don’t feel like doing it, but if I don’t do it now, then I’ll never do it,” you breathed heavily. “It’s a lot to do in a reasonable amount of time."

“It can’t be that hard,” he shrugged with boyish arrogance. Before you could reply, a light bulb noticeably flicked in his eyes. “Maybe I can help?” he offered before speeding walking behind you.

“You think it’s not hard? No way!” You laughed, causing him to give you puppy dog eyes through the mirror. “Alright fine, you can help with the washing. But don’t pull my hair too hard!” you ordered.

“Just let me finish this last section.” you declared.

Later on, James stood over you as you laid your head back into the sink. His hands lathered in shampoo to massage your head. It took him a while to get a plausible method of hydrating your hair.

“Ooh, that feels nice, Jamie.” you sighed as relaxation took over your body.

You opened your eyes to see James staring at you, a warm smile plastered as the sun hit his face. Causing a scrunching motion from you with thinned-out lips. “Why are you staring at me like that?” laughing nervously.

“You look very beautiful, baby.” was all he stated with a gentle tone before giving your forehead a kiss and going quiet.

It wasn’t until the shampoo had dissipated in the conditioner washed away that you say you sat on the same bathroom stool while in James’ while he dried your hair.

“You don’t care about getting wet?” you giggled.

“It’s all worth it for you.” he replied.

[areupradame]

tmi but some freaky, split tongue, alternative, leftist policial nerd, short, hispanic man would cure me rn.

[achillesinhighheels]

[achillesinhighheels]

[areupradame]

is anyone else bored with tumblr? i might have yo pick up comics and physical books for a week straight.

[meluneira]

[cccomplecatedgirlxx]

Makes me sad but the songs r still bangers tho likeee….?!!

[areupradame]

Haunting Adeline Controversy

Note: Any feedback is welcome, i’ve been talking to myself about this since the movie was announced.

On the topic of “Haunting Adeline” I will say that I do not care about most DDDNE content and I even engage in some surface level material myself. I do believe that fiction is the safe space to let all of your esoteric fantasies out, it provides the same relief as a BDSM club to me: a controlled and consensual place to express ones self, no matter how strange or unusual and the option to leave at any time.

I do not believe that it is the job of women/induviuals to refrain from making dark content because it “makes men want to harm women” aka “men can’t control themselves”. People are saying after Fifty Shades of Grey was released that men were accidentally choking their wives to the point of needing medical attention but is not the fault of the movie, that is the fault of the couple for not taking the proper precautions to make sure no one gets hurt by investing into sexual education that you should get before ever getting involved in any high risk kink or fetish (choking, knifeplay, waxplay, gunplay, etc.). Anyone’s actions cannot be excused by saying they harmed someone “because they saw it in a movie”. When Kate Moss said Euphoria made her relapse or when someone takes the life of another individual because they watched a slasher movie they are looked at as mentally unstable/disturbed. If you are in a place where watching a dark movie makes you want to harm people, including yourself, you are too mentally ill for the Internet. SEEK HELP!

With that being said, I do believe that writing dark fiction about real people (Harry Styles, The Sturniolo Triplets, etc.) is unacceptable and inhumane, especially in the context of DDDNE. And I also believe that movies that involve dark material should be heavily restricted. But, again people have cultivated consensual and healthy dark spaces in the DDDNE and BDSM community so if that is possible then so is separating fiction from reality.

Most people on ironically have ships that are darker, but it’s unnoticeable because it is in a fantasy realm. For example: Damon Salvatore from Vampire Diaries sexually abused and manipulated Caroline (according to his actor), who was 17 and the time or Lestat and Louis from IWAF also are an example of a dark romance couple that people ship. My point is most of this stuff is still hypocritically acceptable by some of the same audiences. 

So, stop giving men a pat on the back by blaming media when women have been reading dark content for years and most do not engage in an outside of the internet/their sexual life. I think that is an excuse for behavior.

Now, I do not support the funding or the making of this movie simply because I do not enjoy people ending up with their abusers, I generally don’t engage in published books that contain dark romance, and mainly the author is MAGA.

Also, quick note: talking about the authors, alleged history of being sexually abused as a reference to why she makes dark fiction and as a reference to why people read dark fiction is unnecessary. No one owes you a sob story as to why they write what they write, so making one is weird.





[areupradame]

Haunting Adeline Controversy

Note: Any respectful feedback is welcome, i’ve been talking to myself about this since the movie was announced.

7/29 Added Note: I’m not in support of this movie being made nor the book but some dumb ass won’t read to the bottom to see that. This essay is about excusing negative behavior NOT the making of the movie. It’s my job/hobby as an english student to write essays about my things of interest. Anyone who also doesn’t support the movie doesn’t matter to me because I don’t either. Any disrespectful comments will be met with disrespectful responses. so keep it cute.

On the topic of “Haunting Adeline” I will say that I do not care about most DDDNE content and I even engage in some surface level material myself. I do believe that fiction is the safe space to let all of your esoteric fantasies out, it provides the same relief as a BDSM club to me: a controlled and consensual place to express ones self, no matter how strange or unusual and the option to leave at any time.

I do not believe that it is the job of women/induviuals to refrain from making dark content because it “makes men want to harm women” aka “men can’t control themselves”. People are saying after Fifty Shades of Grey was released that men were accidentally choking their wives to the point of needing medical attention but is not the fault of the movie, that is the fault of the couple for not taking the proper precautions to make sure no one gets hurt by investing into sexual education that you should get before ever getting involved in any high risk kink or fetish (choking, knifeplay, waxplay, gunplay, etc.). Anyone’s actions cannot be excused by saying they harmed someone “because they saw it in a movie”. When Kate Moss said Euphoria made her relapse or when someone takes the life of another individual because they watched a slasher movie they are looked at as mentally unstable/disturbed. If you are in a place where watching a dark movie makes you want to harm people, including yourself, you are too mentally ill for the Internet. SEEK HELP!

With that being said, I do believe that writing dark fiction about real people (Harry Styles, The Sturniolo Triplets, etc.) is unacceptable and inhumane, especially in the context of DDDNE. And I also believe that movies that involve dark material should be heavily restricted. But, again people have cultivated consensual and healthy dark spaces in the DDDNE and BDSM community so if that is possible then so is separating fiction from reality.

Most people unironically have ships that are darker, but it’s unnoticeable because it is in a fantasy realm. For example: Damon Salvatore from Vampire Diaries sexually abused and manipulated Caroline (according to his actor), who was 17 and the time or Lestat and Louis from IWAF also are an example of a dark romance couple that people ship. My point is most of this stuff is still hypocritically acceptable by some of the same audiences. 

So, stop giving men a pat on the back by blaming media when women have been reading dark content for years and most do not engage in it outside of the internet/their sexual life. I think that is an excuse for behavior.

Now, I do not support the funding or the making of this movie simply because I do not enjoy people ending up with their abusers, I generally don’t engage in published books that contain dark romance, and mainly the author is MAGA.

Also, quick note: talking about the authors, alleged history of being sexually abused as a reference to why she makes dark fiction and as a reference to why people read dark fiction is unnecessary. No one owes you a sob story as to why they write what they write, so making one is weird.