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NEW FICS NOW ONLY ON AO3 Chloe, 27, she/her

[chloeangelic]

update 3/26/24

Hey, long time no speak! I’m here to quickly inform you all about two things:

1. I have permanently removed all of my writing from here because I’m getting increasingly freaked out by chatbots, tumblr farming content (as if opting out will do anything), and all other creepy and nefarious use of AI to steal writers’ work. Writers and other creators are treated like absolute shit on here and I feel too protective over my own work. A lot of my masterlist also didn't feel representative anymore, and knowing it was all here was making it harder to write. I’ve felt sort of chained to my tumblr account, so for my own psychological wellbeing I just have to cut it off. 

My current writing is on my AO3 and I am regularly updating it there, however a lot of my old stuff has been privated cause I’m not happy with it at this point. I have backups of everything, so if there’s a specific piece of writing you miss and that you can’t find on my AO3/you can’t access AO3, please message me on discord at chloeangelic and I will make it available for download/send you the file! 

2. I will not be returning to this tumblr in any capacity, not now and not in the future. I will not stick around to answer messages either, so if you’re reading this and want to talk, I have logged out permanently, and the only way to get in contact with me is on discord or in my AO3 comment section. I go back and forth on deactivating this account, and it might happen in the future, so be prepared for that possibility. 

In case you didn’t know I left tumblr and you’re feeling like the pikachu meme right now, feel free to read this. 

I hope you’re all having a great year, and I’ll see you on AO3! <3

[chloeangelic]

thank you and goodbye 💗

I've made the decision to leave Tumblr and continue posting on AO3 instead (including my ongoing series, ie SWID, TMWH and SFTD). I am not deactivating - all my posted works will stay up, but you won't be seeing me here at all, I'm sorry.

I can't stay in a community where people are so concerned with avoiding drama that they're willing to stand around and watch someone get bullied and harassed until they no longer feel welcome here. I understand not wanting to post about it in fear of getting harassed yourself, but that shouldn't stop you from reaching out to the person involved and asking what's true and not. You're still welcome to message me for clarification if you wish.

I wanted so badly to just ignore it and move on but I'm not made of stone. I can't scroll the feed anymore without wondering who thinks I'm a terrible person based on claims that were admitted to being fabricated. I haven't talked shit, I haven't lied, I haven't manipulated, I haven't done anything I've been accused of and neither has Iris. This has been insulting and awful for both of us, and there's been almost zero repercussions for the people starting this drama.

If you have no idea what I'm taking about, please read this post. If you contributed to this through spreading rumors, trashing me in group chats, vagueposting about me, or reblogging nasty posts/anons about me - congrats, you've bullied someone on the internet. Do you feel better about yourself now?

The only way I can continue posting fic is unfortunately by removing myself from what has become an incredibly toxic environment, which is disappointing and shocking to see from a fandom full of grown adults.

So to my readers and the friends I've made here - I love you with all my heart, and I can't thank you enough for your support. My casual readers, my reply guys, you have given me the gift of writing, which has been so healing for me and something I hope to keep doing for a long time to come. I want to stay in touch with you and I want you to be able to continue reading my stuff, so you have a few options.

I will be posting on my AO3 account also called chloeangelic. If you subscribe to me there, you'll get emails when I upload. If you don't have an AO3 user, message me on discord @ chloeangelic and I will personally send you the link when I've posted to whichever series you're interested in. ETA: I tried to make a new account to message with people but tumblr shadowbanned it, so discord will be the only way to get in contact with me.

I might come back one day, but right now, going on the dash literally gives me a stomach ache and I don't see that changing in the near future. I have high enough self esteem to know that I don't deserve to get treated the way I have, and I need to go where I'm celebrated, not just tolerated.

All my love + I hope to see you over on AO3,

Chloe

[cosmicvngel]

[chloeangelic]

Trying to find gym inspo pics of Abby and the hashtags are overflowing with PORNOGRAPHICAL PORN CONTENT NOT ARM PIC ?!!!!!??!!!?!

THAT'S NOT GONNA HELP MY LIFTS!!!!!!!!!

[abbystanaccount]

This scene, this outfit.

[chloeangelic]

Hi Chloe!

I have fallen in love with your writing.

I haven’t been on tumblr for some time, and it pains me to see people who share the same love for a person be so cruel and harsh to one another. I can feel the passion in your words with the way you write, it fluidly paints a picture in my mind and I am enamoured.

Which brings me more pain when I see that the opinions and accusations are deterring a talented writer such as yourself from their craft/creations.

Words can empower people but can also be detrimental. I hope that this passes, and people can learn to be kind and quite frankly, grow the fuck up.

I’d just thought I’d take the time to share some kind words with you and thank you for sharing your stories.

Much love from a fan of you 🩷

Thank you so much 💗💗💗much love to you as well 🥰

Dying at tumblr censoring that dog pic like it was porn or something 😭

[chloeangelic]

seeking 6 tomorrow????

“I’m sorry,” he whispers again, “I’m so sorry.” 

And you’re not quite sure what he’s apologizing for but you whisper back, it’s okay, before you press a kiss to his spine, grab your bag and leave, each step heavier than the last, like wading through a foot of snow. It physically hurts to walk out, to leave him there to deal with his wife, his kids, his own conscience. 

But there’s no other option — your time has run out, the last grain of sand has slid down the edge of the glass and there’s nothing left now but you and your car across the street. You throw your bag in the passenger seat and climb in, try to shove your keys in the ignition with shaking hands and swallow the lump in your throat. 

[chloeangelic]

one million kisses from chloe to dev hihihihi hope you're having a nice weekend!!!

[chloeangelic]

Do you listen to the Soprano kids podcast? It’s really good and their guests are on point.

hiii!!! is that the one with jamie lynn and robert?? I've only listened to pod yourself a gun with matt lieb and vince mancini tbh, which is one of my fav podcasts ever, but that one is more funny and less about the behind the scenes. i tried to listen to the steve and michael sopranos pod, but as much as i love steve/bobby he got annoying AF so i gave up hahahaha

[chloeangelic]

Chloe. The new seeking chapter. So freaking amazing hot af and also just like they are so in love and it's so complicated and it hurts so bad. She just needs someone to to take care of her and he needs to be needed!!

I really didn't know how I was gonna feel about him feeding her but I literally loved it so much 😭

I wanted to vomit for the whole last paragraph holy fuck what's gonna happen aghhghh!!!

ahh thank you so much!!! you'll see soon ;) i'm hoping to have ch 6 very very soon, and everything will make sense... aaaand then you'll have a new set of questions hihihihihi

[morallyinept-deactivated2024071]

NEW Pedro as Lucien Flores from the upcoming film, The Uninvited.

Via IMDB 🖤

[manuelferrarablog]

Chapter 1

My name is Manuel Ferrara and this is my first blog. I wanted to start with my background—who I am and where I’m from. How I got here. Don’t expect big literature. This is just a Frenchman telling stories in another language.

            I was born November 1, 1975 in the eastern suburb of Paris, in a city called Gagny. I am the third of the three kids. I have an older sister and a brother. We grew up in a small three bedroom apartment with green linoleum floors and windows on two sides. My mother is Spanish. She worked as a cleaning lady and in cafeterias and worked hard for us at home. My father was an electrician. They met in Gagny. My mother still lives in that same apartment. She will never leave it.

            My childhood was normal. When I was five my parents took me to my first karate class and I saw the kids doing judo in the next room. I asked for that instead. I practiced judo from that day forward and eventually travelled with a competing team. I became a black belt. It was a big part of what shaped me and who I became. I finally stopped judo when I was twenty-seven, and only because I came to America for good. By then I was teaching kids classes like the ones I began in all those years ago. As a student I was good, but talkative. Teachers would often call my parents in for meetings to try to curb it. No big life event really stood out as I was growing up until my father passed away in my senior year of high school. For a time after that I had trouble. I started getting in a lot of fights and missed classes. I would spend whole days at the arcade playing games. Somehow though I was able to keep up my grades. I graduated high school and became the first person in my family to make it to college.

            I attended college in a suburb of Paris. I would take a train into the city, then a subway, and finally a tramway. The ride was an hour and half trip each way. My classes were anatomy classes, child development classes, sports studies and sports history… I intended to become a PE teacher. I wanted to work in the neighborhoods I grew up in. They were not the best neighborhoods. The crime rate was the highest around Paris and I’d seen a lot of my friends make choices they regretted. I knew sports had helped keep me on track.

            For his birthday, I had a friend I used to make homemade cards for. I would take a picture from a porn magazine and cut out the girl’s face in the photo and replace it with his picture. That’s what I was doing near the end of my first year of college when I discovered the ad for a porn casting call in a magazine.

            It’s not that I wasn’t a porn fan otherwise though. I was a huge porn fan. My friends knew this and encouraged me to try. They’d been jokingly calling me Rocco Siffredi for years. I answered the ad by mail and sent a picture. It was 1997. In less than a week they called me and accepted me for the casting. I remember the exact date was July 8th. When I showed up to the casting there were nearly fifty other guys there for the same reason. We all had to enter the office one by one where two French porn girls would interrogate us. Questions like, “what is your fantasy,” “have you ever lived it,” “have you ever had a threesome,” etc.

            Once everyone had been through the office they lined us up in a long corridor and told us to drop our pants. What people need to know about me is, before being in porn, I had problems being naked in front of other people. Even after all the years in judo with people I knew well I would wait for everyone else to finish showering before I would go in. So for me to drop my pants in front of fifty men plus two French porn girls was a nightmare. I was the last one to do it. All of the other guys around me starting jerking their dicks to get them hard.  I was already hard. One of the girls came by and commented on it. It made me blush. Out of all of us they had to pick five guys. I was one. The thing they didn’t tell us is that we would shoot right away from there. We were driven to another location to shoot the movie. Three guys went before me. I remember one was a model—tall, good face, abs and pecks. Another one was an airline steward. He was cocky and wouldn’t stop talking about the number of girls he’d fucked. The third one was a security guard. These three went before me and when the cameras started rolling none of them could get hard. Then it was my turn. I was nervous and the moment the girls dropped my pants my dick was hard again. One of them was named Alessandra. I’ll never forget that. She started blowing me. I could tell the director was happy because finally one of the guys was hard and he had a scene going. But five seconds after the girl started the blow job I came. Then I could tell how unhappy the director was. He asked if I could do it again. I said if I could just go and wash my cock we could try again. I did and when I came back it was still hard. And we shot the scene.

            The fifth guy was a ringer they’d brought in in case no one else could do it. After my performance the director called me for other amateur movies that he was shooting around Paris. Through him I met a few other directors and I spent the rest of my college time splitting it between school and amateur porn shoots. They all paid somewhere around the US equivalent of $80 but for a guy just going through college it was great to be able to make money that way. I thought it was only something I would do until the end of college. I thought I would drop porn once I started teaching but when it got to that an opportunity was presented that I would never have missed… 

[chloeangelic]

drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

PS: I might be a little late, but I hope it brings a smile!♥️

love you <3

[chloeangelic]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C17R_1IL9hv/?igsh=Z3QwYXF0am9qaGMy

I just need you to know that anytime I see anything Sopranos related I think of you! ❤️

this is a compliment of the highest degree!!!!!!!

i feel like i say heheheheh so much and i want you to know that it is 100% in paulie's voice every time i write it

[chloeangelic]

im setting up a prayer circle so the person coming up is the husband. idek how he would get in but let’s say he tracked her with find my iphone… i can’t do gwen vuz that means sarah is behind her (and another prayer so joel won’t choose his wife and say he’s sorry and that he didn’t mean it (bug) in front of bug) 🪔

no find my iphone in 2004 ;)))))) heheheheheheeeeeee

[chloeangelic]

Chloeeeeeeeeee!😱 OMG! Crescentina! I don't know if I should kiss you or punch (a friendly shoulder punch) you for writing that chapter. It was such a scrumptiously porny sequence, so damn hot and filthy with such an ending. How Joel ties her up and manhandles her is jaw-dropping in the best of ways. It made me go feral, squealing and squirming, lol! I'm so happy you're you, and you have the brain you have that comes up with such beautifully deliciously hot writing. I loved every word, not only the smutty parts (Joel feeding Ladybug felt like a pre-smutty part), but the shared intimacy made my heart burst with love for these two, plus Joel being that said gorgeous example of healthy masculinity that cries over ''Finding Nemo'', even if, from the first word, my mind kept telling me something would happen at the end. There was no way this blissful piece of heaven they found themselves living in could span the whole weekend they had planned.

I could keep gushing my love for the chapter forever if my brain could stop overthinking what the ending means for these two. I'm not asking for answers, but who is better to share my thinking than the person who's writing the story?

-I think I already made a comment on it, but is there something more about how much they like each other's smell, be it the clean one with shampoo/gel/cologne or the sweaty one? And how Joel smells her ovulation? I find it really hot, but I tend to be a bit hopeless in identifying metaphors and hidden images, and I cannot help but wonder.

-Who is at the door? A part of me wants it to be Gwen, so everything is finally out in the open. But just the idea of telling his wife he has been cheating on her has Joel hurting so much that it makes me want to wish it was someone else, like Tommy or Ellie. Despite the state of their relationship, there's still care and love (not necessarily romantic) between them, and Joel telling her he has cheated would be a harsh blow. If you add seeing him in the act doing things with an intensity, I get the vibe he has never done with Gwen, which ups it all to a whole new level. But who else would open that door when, by the feeling I got, the noise they were making left nothing to guess about what was happening in that room? Everyone else would go in the opposite direction. Unless the room is soundproofed, which I don't think it was.🤔

-Why do I feel like the plan B pill is not in their minds anymore? It might be quite complicated sometimes to get pregnant, but it can also take one time, and they have gone at it like rabbits.

Thanks for the chapter. It was mindblowing! I cannot express my need/desire/desperate beg (with no intention of being pushy) to read the next chapter.

Sorry, but not that much sorry for the ramble I'm just sending you! That’s how much you’re making me think. Love you! ♥️♥️♥️

hiii!!! im working on seeking 6 as we speak so i figured this was the perfect time to discuss ch 5 !!! first of all, thank you so much for your lovely words as always <3 i am SMILING reading through this for the third time

that punch is gonna move from my shoulder to my face really quick, believe me :S wouldn't it be absolutely psychotic if i wrote a chapter where absolutely nothing went wrong?? hahah

them liking each other's smell is honestly just my personal kink, though i think there's a strong compatibility thing around liking the smell of someone's sweat. no deeper meaning behind that - i'm also terrible with hidden meanings, so your first guess is usually right when it comes to my stuff.

you'll see who is at the door pretty quickly in the next chapter ;)

they have fully forgotten about the plan B HAHA and that is also mentioned in ch 6, which - if i get my shit together - could realistically be posted in a few days.

love YOU !! <3 <3

[tightjeansjavi]

He’s like a cushy marshmallow 🤍

[chloeangelic]

When the Michelin man goes to afterski 🎿