Because itβs not a fic about some character or reader, itβs a complain and you tagged it x reader and it fills up the x reader tag with non fic posts.
βYouβre nothing, but so am I. Weβre just stardust, the fragments of something broken. But together, weβre the makings of a new galaxy. All we need is to ignite. Youβre nobody. But not to me.βΒ
As promised, literal inappropriate use of the ForceΒ ( Ν‘Β° ΝΚ Ν‘Β°)
Thank you to my reylo partner-in-crime and my bestieΒ @reylotrashcompactor for writing the text and quote. She makes literally the most beautiful reylo fics ever, so srsly go check her stuff out.
I saw that you mentioned you were writing again for Appointment in Samarra! Iβm so happy to hear that, Iβve been keeping up with it since about 2022! I also saw that you mentioned you had written enough for a few small chapters but you wanted to piece that together for 3 chapters left. I hope Iβm remembering that right!
I know as an author you have your own outline and process of what you want to present as your writing and what you perceive as a complete chapter, and I completely understand that! I wrote a tiny bit when I was younger and I felt the same way, like each chapter had to reach the point I anticipated it to or else it did not seem as though I had done enough or accomplished what I planned to in my mind. That being said, if that isnβt how you feel, would you consider releasing a few extra shorter chapters than anticipated rather than 3 huge chapters to wrap up the story?
Maybe itβs my reluctance to see it end, but I simultaneously need more as soon as you are willing to bless us readers with your work AND also wonder how you can wrap up all that I can guess is the ending in only 3 chapters!!
Either way, we love you and your writing! Glad to hear you are doing well and have less to worry about on your plate! That is a blessing in itself! I hope you know no matter how long it takes for you to finish the unfinished works on your ao3, you have many many people who will be thrilled to see that new chapter notification pop up! :)
Awwww anon, I really really appreciate this message β€οΈ it really does make me look forward to completing Samarra! Thanks for holding down the fort for 3 whole years!
Yes that's correct, I've written about enough for a few chapters, although honestly posting, them separately wouldn't make much sense. You put it perfectly in how it feels βincompleteβ in your mind, although it may not feel so to a reader. The second to last chapter quickly flashes through scenes a lot and I am really sorry, but I just really want to wait and just finish the whole chapter before I upload anything π’ you do hit the hammer on the nail as to how it feels.
I'd be glad to upload an excerpt however (mostly smut unfortunately, but that's the only part that doesn't have spoilers).
I really really can't thank you enough for sending this β‘ you are so understanding! What did I do to have so many sweet and caring readers. I do feel embarrassed about taking a year (or is it more?!) long hiatus at the very cliffhanger ending and I am so deeply grateful you're still here and eager to read the next chapter β‘β‘β‘ I've been working on it here and there but I really just need a week alone with an unending supply of alcohol to get it done. God damn toronto and its booze tax!
Shirley kept her eyes on him as the elevator numbers slowly flicked from floor to floor. Blondie ran his fingers through his wheat-gold hair, smoothing it flat against his skull. He was a remarkably handsome man for his age, and with his black tuxedo and neat side-part, he reminded her of James Bond. All he needed was a blood-red rose tucked into his breast pocket.
Whatever Blondie was fretting about abruptly vanished from his face as soon as he met her eyes. She didn't look away, but kept her face schooled into impassivity. She put every ounce of her burning lust in her gaze, and he noticed it.
He moved nearer to herβconsidering how small the elevator was, and how Fox took up a third of space, it was only a step. While Doe Eyes was somewhat shorter than her, and Fox a great deal taller, Blondie was just the right height to look into her eyes. Through the panes of his glasses, she marveled over the color of his irises, how they seemed to shift colors in the light from sea-green to pearly gray. He tilted his head and brought his lips to hers, first chastely kissing, then becoming stronger as she responded.
She slid her arms around his waist as they pressed themselves against each other. One of Blondie's hands went to cup the back of her head, forcing her lips to press harder against his, and the other went under her slinky dress to cup the swelling curve of her belly. The black dress did a good job of hiding her pregnancy bump, and Blondie pulled the zipper down the side of her torso so he could get a better grip on it. His calloused fingertips were cold against her tender tummy.
Shirley felt another body move behind her, and a pair of fingers tuck a stray curl behind her ear. She startedβshe had almost forgotten Fox's presence, but he was determined not to be left out.
Blondie had slid his lips from her mouth to her cheek, then trailed down down to her nape in a series of searing kisses. She grabbed his head and pushed him into her breasts, making sure to nestle his face between her exposed cleavage, before standing on her tiptoes and twisting her shoulders halfway to meet Fox's lips.
She hooked her arm around his neck and pulled him down to try and grab a kiss from him. He responded eagerly, crushing his lips into hers and grinding into her from behind. Deep inside, Shirley was relievedβhe didn't jerk away when she initiated contact anymore. Slowly and steadily, like a beaten dog given a kind owner, she was reforming his behavior.
Shirley was pressed so tightly in between the two men, she could barely take a breath. She felt Fox's arousal bear insistently into her backbone just as Blondie's own lust tented the front of his tailored black tuxedo. The blond man had stopped kissing her breasts and was now sucking one of her nipples, lightly teasing it with the edges of his lips before sucking it hard against the roof of his mouth.
She moaned into Fox's mouth as Blondie laved and caressed her areolas, dark and, pregnancy-sensitized. His blond hair brushed her chest as she pushed his head harder against her breasts. The heated pleasure emanating from her nipples made her kiss Fox all the deeper. As his tongue entwined and wrestled with hers, Blondie fell on his knees and shifted her panties to the side.
He gave her one long, steady lick from one end of her labia to her other. He didn't need toβshe was already wet, her seeping fluids staining the white lace. Her legs were trembling, the black silk fabric of her dress bunched up above her knees. His warm, wet tongue found her clit and massaged, curling the tip of his thumb over the little nub.
Her back arched and she gave a muffled squeal into Fox's mouth as his own large hand traveled lower. He caught her garterbelt and toyed with it between his fingers before he snapped it. It slid down her legs along with her pantyhose, and Blondie took care of the rest, hooking his hands over the hem of her panties and dragging them down as well.
Shirley heard jingling. Blondie was undoing the front of his pants, his golden cufflinks clinking together. When he drew out his erection, he looked like he had been ready for a while. It was pumped with blood and so erect it looked almost ready to ejaculate. There was a stain on his dark trousers, black against the already dark cloth, and his cock was seeping liquid to trickle down its veiny length.
Shirley groped backwards into Fox's comfortingly solid form. She grasped the rails of the elevator, then tilted her hips against Blondie. The man obligingly looped his arms around her legs and lifted them to wrap around his waist.
He penetrated her in one deep, sudden thrust. Her heart sent beating pulsates to her throat as his hot length adjusted to her hypersensitized, clutching pussy.
She had almost forgotten she was kissing Fox until he bit her paralyzed tongue with a grunt. She felt his other hand go down to tear at his own fly, and soon his large, formidable erection was straining at her already-stretched opening.
Shirley felt a jolt of fearβshe knew he hadn't been able to fit the first time with Doe Eyes, and Blondie's length and girth were somewhat larger than the younger man's. "Careful! Careful!"
In between his heavy breaths, Fox gritted out, his voice hoarse with exertion and arousal, "We're just widening you for the baby. Hell, it will hurt a lot more when you push it out. You should thank us for our service.β
Fox didn't seem liable to stop his penetration anytime soon, and neither did Blondie. So Shirley squeezed her eyes tight and tried to fight down her arousal. The more turned on she became, the more she tightened up. So she exhaled and inhaled, letting her body go limp and relax enough for both of the cockheads to penetrate.
Blondie was already fully inside, starting his rhythm, and Fox kept trying to push into her stretched ring, but sliding out as his rival's cock kept churning inside her. His huffs were becoming angrier and more desperate in her ears.
Shirley balanced her heels on the steel elevator rail. She made sure that Fox's arms were supporting her so she couldn't fall, then spread her knees as far as they would go. That, combined with her slow breathing relaxing her body, opened herself up enough that Fox was able to slide his enormous length in.
It hurt. Blondie was not above average, but he was very erect and very excited, as was her Fox. Both her lovers were very eager to claim her inside warmth for themselves, and when both of them finally managed to nest themselves inside her at once, the rim of her opening broke to let a trickle of blood slither down her thigh. The blood soon became mixed with her fluids and their precum as they churned themselves to a climax inside of her.
Each hipthrust wracked her body and made her exposed breasts tremble. Her hair was coming loose from its Greco-Roman style bun in loose, frizzy mounds, and she held on for dear life as both their cocks buried themselves inside her. Her forehead was knitted and her eyes closed as they lavished her with kisses and touches, and she focused on the throbbing dicks in her body and how they bored and thrust and pulsed inside her.
Someone--Blondie, she was sure of it, he was faster and slimmer, and she could minutely detect the scar on his cocklength against her sensitive insidesβwas beginning to swell and leak more precum. With the chaos of both cocks inside her dragging out her juice and their precum to run down her thighs, she knew that if he spent, most of it would end up on the floor. She shifted and pushed backwards with her shoulders. "Enough--we'll be arriving at our floor soon. Let'sβ"
Fox caught her wrists. Blondie was furiously pumping in and out of her, and didn't seem to notice her words.
Fox's voice was a dead hiss in her ear. "Once you push this first one out, I'm going to put the next one in you. I don't care if this one is mine or not. I'm going to knock you up with a child. My child. Not that old man's or that fucking kid. They don't deserve your womb. You need strong children, like me. I deserve strong children!β
Fox was swelling too, slowly but surely, sperm pumping up and ready to be released into her welcoming warmth. Shirley writhed in sudden embarrassment, What if someone sees us? And lashed out fruitlessly with her legs as the first gush of semen hit herβ
Kay's abortion is what cemented her as a great character because even though maybe there was no intention behind it and the overwhelming male response to that scene is anger, it gives a female character agency for the first time in those movies and it's a great commentary on what it meant to be a woman in that context and time.
Everything leading up to that scene: Kay being frustrated with Michael not keeping up the promise of legitimizing the business, the shooting that put her and her kids in danger, (deleted scenes of Anthony trying to get close to mobsters his father received at home and Kay being distressed and taking him away), Michael concerned about the gender of a fetus when hearing his wife had a miscarriage because what is a baby girl worth in this world?, not talking to his wife when arriving home, taking her to court with him expecting her to be dumb or submissive enough to not care about how things went and what happened behind the scenes.
Then, the abortion scene when she tells him she got a SON killed because she would not put more children into the world to be turned into monsters. "Look what happened to our son" because that's what is meant to happen to boys in that world. Girls are expandable and boys are conditioned.
Kay was right. Kay got herself out and gave her children a real childhood, real chances to be something they wanted, away from the horrors of the life their father lived in. Kay saved herself and her children, but Michael pulls them back into danger anyway because that's the life.
He says he was a lot like Anthony, because once he wanted nothing to do with the family business. In a way, Mary was a lot like her mother too, because she remains close to that world out of love. But Michael never gets away like Tony did, Mary never leaves like Kay.
Mary takes a bullet meant for her father. She pays for her father's sins. What is a baby girl worth in this world?
If you are in any online spaces that discuss the morality of fiction or its censorship, please keep the following in mind:
CSAM refers to Child Sexual Abuse Material. This is a term that was created for use by US federal law enforcement. As such, it is important to remember that this is a term used specifically to describe illegal sexual content that is produced involving real children. the term CSAM was specifically constructed to highlight the trauma these victims experience because of this abuse, and therefore their humanity.
if you come across CSAM online, you should immediately report it to a tip line. Some websites that host their servers in the US are subject to US federal law even if the person who posted it does not currently reside in the US, so keep that in mind when reporting. again, this is involving CSAM - it is illegal sexual content involving real children.
CSEM refers to Child Sexual Exploitation Material. This is material that involves a real child in a sexualized situation, but either 1- the material itself is not illegal to possess, or 2- the material is not sexualized, but is included in a series or other content that does contain CSAM. Think along the lines or a parent with a few too many photos of their child in the bath. These images are not explicitly sexual, and are not illegal in and of themselves, but they can be used exploitatively.
If you come across CSEM online, it's still a good idea to send in a tip as well as alerting the website it was posted on. Even if the content itself isn't technically illegal, some websites do have strict rules regarding nudity and the sexualization of minors, which can help stop the spread of such materials and reduce the impact on the affected child.
CSAM and CSEM are words used to describe the assault, abuse, sexualization, and exploitation of real children. CSAM, specifically, is used as a way to identify and remove these materials.
CSAM and CSEM do not apply to fiction. They don't apply to any fictionalized or simulated child abuse or sexualized children. They only refer to real children.
Do not send in tips about fictionalized child abuse or sexualized children to tip lines meant to be used for CSAM.
Do not use the words CSAM and CSEM when discussing fictionalized child abuse or sexualized children. In a worst case scenario, it leads to people misusing tip lines due to a conflation of CSAM with fictionalized depictions.
In a more likely scenario, using CSAM to refer to fiction minimizes what CSAM was created to do - which was highlight the trauma experienced by survivors, and therefore draw attention to their humanity. By continuing to use these terms in situations that do not involve real people, it reduces that impact.
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