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reached a flow state where I have two tabs with two separate fics open and I jump back and forth, write one paragraph here, one paragraph there, rinse and repeat. somehow it's working. I'm totally not going insane
With Rose (the author of Zero Cycle) announcing that she is taking down her fics and stepping away from the internet I think it's important to remind everyone about fandom etiquette.
This situation is not exclusive to rpf. I have watched this happen in pretty much every single major fandom. Klance Byler Mcyt, ect, they have all had a fic go extremely viral which then results in a downward spiral where fandom etiquette is thrown out the window and the author inevitably ends up pulling their fic from the internet and stepping away all together.
To be honest with you I am not surprised that this has happened again. I have been noticing for a while that the way people have been treating Rose and her fics has been absolutely terrible. Even people who were well meaning let their excitement about her fics cloud their judgement and cause them to be quite rude to her and disrespectful of fandom and rpf etiquette.
Therefore I would like to give some reminders to everyone about fandom etiquette. Because it's not just "keep all rpf discussion to ao3 and tumblr." those are important and those rules being broken certainly played a role in this particular scenario, but there's a lot more to it then that and as a fan you need to be more aware of how you interact with content.
Authors are not celebrities. They did not sign up for having an audience to deliver things to. They are fellow fans and creatives who are passionate about what they do. Because of this, I urge you, no matter how good a fic is, no matter how much you love it, you cannot treat it like a grand monolith for the fandom. When that happens the fic gets pulled out of its intended context and the author will inevitably be put under extreme strain and scrutiny. If you love a fic the best thing you can do for it is keep your interactions with and discussion of it purely to the ao3 comments and the authors askbox. I understand that creating a separate fandom for someone's works is done out of love and admiration but I have never ever seen it end well. When you create a fandom for a fic you are inviting typical fandom problems in and pushing them onto an author who did not ask for this.
You also need to stop treating authors like they are gods or something. I know this is usually done with the intentions of being complimentary. But an author is a real human being who deserves compassion and kindness. When you treat them like something to be worshipped you are inevitably dehumanizing them and making people feel more comfortable saying horrific shit to them or just generally being disrespectful. While it is also bad to get too parasocial and act like an author is your close personal friend, going towards the other extreme is also harmful. It is also just uncomfortable in general to have people act like you are not just a normal average person existing in the world. Authors are amazingly talented of course and that should be appreciated, but that does not rank above the fact that they are a normal person who would just like to interact online like anyone else.
The most important thing to remember is respect above all else. Because authors are human beings who deserve it. Being talented at something should not exclude them from that right. I ask that you take the time to reflect on the way you talk to/about authors and double check that you aren't accidentally forgetting about that.
Also last reminder for this particular situation. Do not complain about Rose taking down her fics. She does not owe you anything. You do not get to be upset that someone who has had their boundaries crossed over and over again and has been repeatedly disrespected has taken steps that are in her best interest. You are not the victim in this situation, do not act like it.
attaching something to an email is so scary. what if i accidentally put hard-core porn in there. i don't think i have any downloaded but what if i do and i attached it to the email. what then.
He’s just big. Too big. Broad shoulders that feel like walls—mountains you cling to when you’re on top, desperate for leverage, desperate for him. His arms flex when he pulls you closer, biceps straining against your body, wrapping you up like you’re something small, something fragile. His hands cover too much at once, palms so wide they could swallow your waist whole, fingers digging into your skin until you feel branded.
When you ride him, it’s those shoulders you hang on to, nails clawing into the solid curve of them, your cries muffled against his neck. He doesn’t mind. He never does. He just groans, low and wrecked, holding you steady as your hips stutter. “I know,” he murmurs, voice all gravel and warmth, “I know, baby. I know that dick is big.”
Effortlessly. He picks you up like you weigh nothing, your legs still trembling around his waist, and sets you on the bed without breaking rhythm. His frame eclipses yours, back broad enough to cover you entirely, blocking out the world until all you can see is him, feel is him.
The mirror on the ceiling doesn’t lie. It shows how small you are beneath him, his body spilling over yours, swallowing you whole. Every thrust shakes through you, every roll of his hips forcing you deeper into the mattress. He doesn’t just fuck you. He drowns you—blankets you with his size until you’re gasping his name, pulling him closer, begging for more.
Thick hot ropes of cum fill up your sore pussy, He pushes himself deeper into you, which makes you claw his back with your nails, moaning in pure ecstasy. “You're gonna cum for me again, right, my slutty girl?”
And he gives it, again and again, until you can’t tell where you end and he begins.
I absolutely luvvvvv your writing Bae, could I get a cockwarming fic with Clark plsssss
Thank youuuu
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 (MINORS DNI) mhmmm, thinking about cockwarming CLARK KENT while he tries to edit a new daily planet article.
the softness of the light in the bedroom creates shadows on the wall as you sit on clark’s lap, legs bracketing on both his thighs. you were tired, sure, but you weren’t going to go to bed without your 6’4 farmboy in the bed with you— he’s been gone on missions for too many nights— so of course, you weren’t going to let him get away from you for journalism at home.
“clark… handsome…” you whisper, chin resting on his shoulder as your hands drag up and down his bare back. that stupid sound of the keyboard enters your ear, only melting at the feeling of his cock twitch at the sound of your voice.
clark hums, pausing his typing to look at you. “mhm? what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asks, trying to not let his voice break at just how hard he is inside of you, the warmth of your pussy making him only hornier… but his job matters, the bills ain’t gonna pay themselves!
you look at him, kissing him softly as you speak against his lips. “please… fuck me already…”
he looks at you, his blue eyes soft. he thinks for a second but shakes his head, leaning in again and kissing you with a quick peck on the lips right before going back to his work— a moan leaving his mouth when you shift on him, his cock stroking against your walls. “can’t baby… i’ve gotta get this done, ‘promise that after this, you’ll be all i focus on; swear to you, baby.”
you huff but you couldn’t argue— especially right when he presses a kiss on your neck. “you’re mean.” you mutter.
he chuckles at your neediness, typing with his right hand as his left hand takes a chance to squeeze one of your asscheeks, making you squeak and inadvertently rock on his lap, making a guttural groan leave his mouth right after the chuckle. “am not… just making sure i get my work done.” he argues. “besides, you’re sexy like this… whimpering for me on my lap.”
rolling your eyes, you twirl a piece of his black hair with your finger. “yeah yeah, whatever… i just think you don’t want to fuck me.” you challenge.
that makes him halt his movements, leaning back which forces you to be face to face with him. the expression on his face? unimpressed and frankly disappointed.
“baby.” he says, tilting his head. “you know that’s not true.”
“oh yeah?” you ask. “then prove it.”
he groans and finally relents; after having you on his lap for damn near thirty minutes, all his need building up in his heart and balls… it’s not a shocker that he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up, bringing you to the bed…
maybe cockwarming a kryptonian is the best way to tease ‘em.
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Onyankopon was raised in a strict Ghanian household. He was pretty strait-laced...until he met you, of course. Still, Ony has many tricks up his sleeve that never fail to surprise you.
A/N: Yes, I'm high. Hello. So, this is the second Ony post I've had lingering in the back of my mind. It's in head cannon format but I think this could be something. Enjoy!
Warning(s): Explicit Sexual Content; Depictions of smoking marijuana; Penetrative Sex (p in v), Oral Sex (M receiving), Sex in childhood home, Black reader in mind, N-Word used; AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect
Pairing: Sober!Onyankopon x Stoner!Reader
Inspired by: Lauryn Hill and my bf :)
Sober!Ony was raised by a single mother who kept him in line. No drugs, no alcohol and he definitely had a curfew.
Straight A student and graduated the top of his class in high school
Spent majority of his childhood playing video games and taking apart old computers his mother would bring home from her teaching job.
Played basketball and practiced frequently with his friends
Loved taking photos and drawing
Only smoked weed once when he was seventeen and felt guilty about it for a week before he told his mom. (She smacked his head but wasn't that mad)
Never had a thing for drinking. His mom let him have some wine during his graduation dinner. His uncle, later that evening, gave him some liquor. Ony wasn't a fan.
Sober!Ony who went to college in a different state-- hours away from his mother.
He chose to go to a school pretty far away from home to study photography. He loved his mom but he felt like he needed a firm separation from his home life and college life.
That's where he met you. This sweet little thing from a town he had never heard of. So cute...
...and yet you smelled like trouble. Ony's suspicions were confirmed when you offered him a blunt in your car one night. Y'all had been talking for a minute at that point but you never gave off stoner vibes.
Ony declined but didn't mind hanging out as long as you rolled the windows down.
Turns out, you were a huge stoner. Bongs, smoking pieces, a stash larger than some of the ones he had seen back home. You weren't a plug, not really, you just really loved weed. You were super smart, too. Ony had known people like you from back home-- motivated stoners who smoked frequently but it didn't impede them getting shit done. You were like that and Ony really liked that about you.
Ony wasn't sure how to proceed at first but...one thing was sure: You had a hold on Onyankopon that he just couldn't deny.
Sober!Ony who, four years into your relationship, isn't super sober anymore.
"Mama, let me get one of them fruity drinks out the fridge."
"They got alcohol in 'em Ony," You call from the kitchen.
"I ain't ask you all that. They taste alright-- I feel like a classy nigga drinking them."
"Okay, Classy Nigga," You say, bringing him one.
"Mister Classy Nigga to you," He says, with a wide grin. "Pinkies out, baby."
Sober!Ony who branched out after meeting you but didn't partake as frequently as you did.
"Let me get a hit, baby."
"Nigga, you don't smoke!"
Ony kisses his teeth, side-eyeing you.
"Then do that shit where you kiss me and blow the smoke in my mouth."
You laugh loudly, throwing your head back at his nerve.
"Okay, baby," You say, sparking up.
Afterwards
"Shit, where my inhaler at?"
Sober!Ony who made a great impression on your parents. Perhaps too great.
Your dad loves him, speaking highly of him every time your boyfriend comes up in conversation.
"That Ony is a fine, upstanding gentleman," Your dad alway says.
Little does he know...
"What's that, ma?" His voice is husky in your ear as he thrusts into you roughly. His hand is over your mouth as your childhood mattress squeaks under your weight.
Ony has you bent over, his pace punishing as he fucks you from behind. Tears streak your face as you helplessly claw at your sheets
"Better be quiet," Ony drawls. "Don't want your folks to hear us, right? Or they gonna know what a slut you are for this upstanding gentleman."
Sober!Ony who loves the way you give head while high.
After many extensive and deep discussions about consent, Ony finally lets you give him head. At first, he was chilling. But then...
"Shit, baby! Fuck," He groans, his head falling back. "Slow down, ma."
You got his cum on your cheek from the first time he came but you don't care. You don't let up, taking his length down your throat. You suck the entire way down, slurping as you pull back to swirl your tongue around his leaking tip. Your tongue runs along the vein underneath his shaft before taking him back in your mouth, hollowing you cheeks as you slurp him down.
"Fuck," He hisses, throwing his arm over his face.
You had that man's toes curling and all.
Sober!Ony who loves how sexy you are at any given time of any given day but especially loves when you're feeling yourself while off the za.
Now the skies could fall...not even if my boss should call...
Your hips sway seductively to the music as you take a pull from the blunt, in your own world. Lauryn Hill blasts from the radio as your lights change colors in a slow fade. Ony stands at the door of your shared bedroom, watching you sing and dance. You turn slowly, finally noticing him. You wordlessly hold out a hand to him with your body still moving to the music.
See I don't need the alcohol...your love make me feel 10 feet tall...
He takes your hand, pulling your body close to his. His hands trail your body, finding your ass as the two of you grind on one another.
Yeah, Ony is gonna take his time with you tonight.
Sober!Ony who loves you as much as you love him despite your differences.
"Papa, you seen my bong?"
"Judie?"
"No, the other one."
"She in the kitchen cabinet, baby."
"Ma, you seen my screwdriver?"
"The fuck you doing drinking those?"
"Bae...the tool. My tool."
"Oh, it's on the counter by the microwave."
a moment later
"Onyankopon, what the fuck did you do to my damn radio!"
Overall, Sober!Ony who has changed a lot since the two of you got together. As long as you don't give him any cause for concern, he's happy to let you do as you please (and partake when he feels like it). You level each other up in ways no one expected. You're his lady and Ony doesn't want any one else but you.
"C'mere, my lil pothead," He says, cuddling up to you in bed.
"Shut up, nigga."
"Watch your mouth. Now lemme rub my legs against yours..."
A/N: I had fun with this. Asks are open!
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