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Hello! Welcome to my blog! I write Fanfiction for multiple different fandoms along with rockstar fanfics of metal/rock musicians! While I do have another blog @rockerfangirlxx I decided not to use it and just keep it as a backup for now!
New disclaimer I decided to add: I am against censorship in fiction, so if you don’t like what I write just ignore it and don’t read! I love writing dark fics. I also may not do your request nothing against you personally, but sometimes I don’t wanna do requests.
How to request, guidelines, etc.  (Read this whole thing first before requesting)
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
Thinking of making a series with Bucky inspired by all the songs on Born To Die. I want to have some drama and angst and dark themes but I also want there to be a happy ending. Also should this be interconnected or each song be its own standalone oneshot? I think the latter would be easier.
Im obsessed with collecting and finding unreleased Lana Del Rey songs. It’s like finding treasure or something. I also love downloading fan-made remixes too like rock remixes that absolutely slap. I fear because of all these unreleased songs Lana is gonna be my top artist by the end of the year lol
in my opinion, the question isn't "Is RPF ethical?" but rather "Are you engaging with RPF ethically?" and even more importantly, "Are you being stupid about it?"
I personally hate any kind morality thought policing. I'm not Catholic or religious and I do not feel guilty over my thoughts. You are not an inherently evil person because you saw two athletes in an interview and went "Hmmm...... what if...." The Feds are not going to come banging down your door because you wrote about one band member dicking down the other and sent it to your friend.
Wondering about other people's lives is very human. Being nosy about their personal lives is very normal. People have been writing fiction about other people's lives since the dawn of time. Some people even manage to write New York Times Bestselling Books that are "historical fiction" or "alternate reality." It does not make you inherently bad to be curious about the details of someone's personal life. That's being human. Being nosy is kind of fun.
The problem, however, comes with the ways in which people engage with it, and involve the real people in this. Harassing an musician's real girlfriend because it doesn't fit into the RPF ship. Showing up at real sporting events holding signs about how certain teammates should kiss. Trying to get actors to sign art of them fucking their coworker. Flooding social media with comments using the celebrity's full name and speculation. There's a line, there's a fourth wall, and there's fandom etiquette.
I hate the question of "Is RPF ethical" because it feels like morality thought policing. Post your fics on locked accounts, censor someone's name when you tweet about it, blow up your groupchat with hundreds of "DID YOU SEE THE WAY THEY LOOKED AT EACH OTHER??" texts. It's not inherently evil to wonder what other people are doing when they're out of the spotlight. Kill the cop in your mind.
But just have some basic decency and do not involve the real people. Don't cross the line without caring how it affects them. This is basic fandom 101 and lately we have been flying too close to the damn sun! Everyone get more normal about RPF so major news outlets and magazines stop posting articles about "Is RPF ethical?" and blowing up our spot!
A/n: For all you extra freaky Star Wars girlies like me who love Vader
Pairings: Darth Vader x reader
Warnings: Smut, dubious consent (I mean can you truly consent if you’re a sex slave?), rough sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), fingering, collar and leash, rotj vibes low-key.
You got captured in a rebel base raid by the Empire. As you and your teammates ran for their lives and tried to defend yourselves all at once, you ultimately got captured.
And while your teammates faced punishments from incarceration to death, yours was a little bit different.
Well, a lot different.
Lord Vader took a liking to you. He saw something in you that he didn’t see in the others. You were also extremely beautiful. He realized he could get some good use out of you.
And thats when you found yourself in a collar and chain wearing what could only be described as barely there black lingerie. Sitting on the floor next to Lord Vader’s throne. Other times you’d be sent to his quarters. You were glad he was kind enough to give you a cushion to sit on. And maybe if you were nicer and gone along with his orders, he’d grant you more luxuries. But that was wishful thinking, wasn’t it?
Vader stood up from his chair and grabbed your chained leash. “Come on, pet.” He tugged on you until you started to get up. He quickly used the force to pull you back down.
“No. Crawl.” His deep voice commanded with such an authority that you probably would’ve submitted to it before you got into this situation.
It was humiliating. Crawling on all fours in barely any clothes, being pulled by the dark lord himself. Officers and troopers averted their eyes as you passed. Vader never liked others gawking at his pet.
Once you reached his quarters, the door slid shut behind you. You sat up on your knees, staring up at your master like a good pet.
Lord Vader caressed your chin, tilting your head up to get a good look at your face. “Your training has been going well.” He commented in admiration. And you reveled in it. Being in this cruel situation made you crave at least the tiniest bit of praise.
“Thank you Lord Vader.” You responded. You knew he wanted you to acknowledging every bit of good he did to you, especially since it wasn’t often.
“Good girl.” Your body betrayed you when your panties began to dampen. You were not supposed to be enjoying this. Though you supposed the conditioning was already doing its job, and it wouldn’t be long before you were too far gone.
He unbuckled his pants, pulling them down to reveal his cock. It was large, and thick. You noticed some burn scars around the base but never dared to point them out.
“Go on,” he prompted with a slight nod of his head. You let out a shaky breath before wrapping your hand around his shaft and taking the tip into your mouth, gently suckling. You licked the underside, and preened at his low groan.
The idea that he approved of what you were doing made this ordeal a little bit better somehow.
Though Vader wasn’t a patient man, you knew that much. So it wasn’t surprising when he fisted your hair and pushed your head down, making you take his full length. You gagged and drooled around the base, before he began thrusting into you. Your mind went dumb as he used you like a cock sleeve, your eyes half open.
He loved it when you were like this. So docile and obedient, letting him slut you out in anyway he wished.
Your throat must’ve been bruised in bartered by now, and your scalp got used to your hair being pulled by the roots.
“Such a good pet.” Lord Vader moaned before finally letting you breathe. You coughed and rubbed your eyes which were glassy with tears. But your relief didn’t last long before he pulled you up by your leash and bent you over a table, his hand firmly on the back of your neck to keep you there.
You felt him slowly pull your panties down, and then his vinyl glove circling your clit making your shiver.
“I think, you quite enjoy my use of you.” He said when he noticed how wet you were.
Embarrassingly wet.
You gasped when two of his large fingers entered you, pumping in and out with ease and curling towards your g spot. You let out a cry, squirming on the table under the constraints of your master.
“Behave.” He ordered, but it was more like a warning. You tried your absolute best to stay still as he sent you over the edge. You screamed as you clenched around his fingers, before finally releasing the agonizing tension.
You hyperventilated as you came down from your high, head lazily resting on the surface. You didn’t even need his restraint on you anymore.
Vader slapped your ass making you jump, “You’re lucky I decided to treat you today, pet.” yes, very lucky.
“Thank you, my lord.”
He teased your entrance with his tip, rubbing it up and down to collect your juices before he entered. “Oh!” You gasped, feeling his large cock deliciously stretch you out.
It didn’t take long for Lord Vader to quicken his thrusts, becoming more and more rough by the minute. He hit your spot repeatedly in such a fast pace that it was almost painful.
“Ohhh yes, my lord! Yes, please Lord Vader don’t stop!” Tears were falling down your cheeks by now, and your knuckles whitened as you gripped the edge of the table. Your eyes began to roll back, jaw practically off its hinges.
You’d never been fucked like this before becoming a captive to Vader. No one has ever made you feel the way he does. And maybe that’s why you found yourself slowly giving into your pitiful situation. Oh Maker, what would Leia say if she saw you like this? Giving into the enemy just because he fucked you good? She’d be so disappointed.
However, you couldn’t find it in you to care as he bruised your insides with such force and determination.
Finally, his movements slowed before he spilled inside of you. He let out a deep sigh in satisfaction before he pulled out of you, and tucked himself back in.
“I will give you a few moments to clean up. Use it wisely.” Was the only thing he said before he left the room, leaving you with your gaping hole dripping with his cum.
A/n: For all you extra freaky Star Wars girlies like me who love Vader
Pairings: Darth Vader x reader
Warnings: Smut, dubious consent (I mean can you truly consent if you’re a sex slave?), rough sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), fingering, collar and leash, rotj vibes low-key.
You got captured in a rebel base raid by the Empire. As you and your teammates ran for their lives and tried to defend yourselves all at once, you ultimately got captured.
And while your teammates faced punishments from incarceration to death, yours was a little bit different.
Well, a lot different.
Lord Vader took a liking to you. He saw something in you that he didn’t see in the others. You were also extremely beautiful. He realized he could get some good use out of you.
And thats when you found yourself in a collar and chain wearing what could only be described as barely there black lingerie. Sitting on the floor next to Lord Vader’s throne. Other times you’d be sent to his quarters. You were glad he was kind enough to give you a cushion to sit on. And maybe if you were nicer and gone along with his orders, he’d grant you more luxuries. But that was wishful thinking, wasn’t it?
Vader stood up from his chair and grabbed your chained leash. “Come on, pet.” He tugged on you until you started to get up. He quickly used the force to pull you back down.
“No. Crawl.” His deep voice commanded with such an authority that you probably would’ve submitted to it before you got into this situation.
It was humiliating. Crawling on all fours in barely any clothes, being pulled by the dark lord himself. Officers and troopers averted their eyes as you passed. Vader never liked others gawking at his pet.
Once you reached his quarters, the door slid shut behind you. You sat up on your knees, staring up at your master like a good pet.
Lord Vader caressed your chin, tilting your head up to get a good look at your face. “Your training has been going well.” He commented in admiration. And you reveled in it. Being in this cruel situation made you crave at least the tiniest bit of praise.
“Thank you Lord Vader.” You responded. You knew he wanted you to acknowledging every bit of good he did to you, especially since it wasn’t often.
“Good girl.” Your body betrayed you when your panties began to dampen. You were not supposed to be enjoying this. Though you supposed the conditioning was already doing its job, and it wouldn’t be long before you were too far gone.
He unbuckled his pants, pulling them down to reveal his cock. It was large, and thick. You noticed some burn scars around the base but never dared to point them out.
“Go on,” he prompted with a slight nod of his head. You let out a shaky breath before wrapping your hand around his shaft and taking the tip into your mouth, gently suckling. You licked the underside, and preened at his low groan.
The idea that he approved of what you were doing made this ordeal a little bit better somehow.
Though Vader wasn’t a patient man, you knew that much. So it wasn’t surprising when he fisted your hair and pushed your head down, making you take his full length. You gagged and drooled around the base, before he began thrusting into you. Your mind went dumb as he used you like a cock sleeve, your eyes half open.
He loved it when you were like this. So docile and obedient, letting him slut you out in anyway he wished.
Your throat must’ve been bruised in bartered by now, and your scalp got used to your hair being pulled by the roots.
“Such a good pet.” Lord Vader moaned before finally letting you breathe. You coughed and rubbed your eyes which were glassy with tears. But your relief didn’t last long before he pulled you up by your leash and bent you over a table, his hand firmly on the back of your neck to keep you there.
You felt him slowly pull your panties down, and then his vinyl glove circling your clit making your shiver.
“I think, you quite enjoy my use of you.” He said when he noticed how wet you were.
Embarrassingly wet.
You gasped when two of his large fingers entered you, pumping in and out with ease and curling towards your g spot. You let out a cry, squirming on the table under the constraints of your master.
“Behave.” He ordered, but it was more like a warning. You tried your absolute best to stay still as he sent you over the edge. You screamed as you clenched around his fingers, before finally releasing the agonizing tension.
You hyperventilated as you came down from your high, head lazily resting on the surface. You didn’t even need his restraint on you anymore.
Vader slapped your ass making you jump, “You’re lucky I decided to treat you today, pet.” yes, very lucky.
“Thank you, my lord.”
He teased your entrance with his tip, rubbing it up and down to collect your juices before he entered. “Oh!” You gasped, feeling his large cock deliciously stretch you out.
It didn’t take long for Lord Vader to quicken his thrusts, becoming more and more rough by the minute. He hit your spot repeatedly in such a fast pace that it was almost painful.
“Ohhh yes, my lord! Yes, please Lord Vader don’t stop!” Tears were falling down your cheeks by now, and your knuckles whitened as you gripped the edge of the table. Your eyes began to roll back, jaw practically off its hinges.
You’d never been fucked like this before becoming a captive to Vader. No one has ever made you feel the way he does. And maybe that’s why you found yourself slowly giving into your pitiful situation. Oh Maker, what would Leia say if she saw you like this? Giving into the enemy just because he fucked you good? She’d be so disappointed.
However, you couldn’t find it in you to care as he bruised your insides with such force and determination.
Finally, his movements slowed before he spilled inside of you. He let out a deep sigh in satisfaction before he pulled out of you, and tucked himself back in.
“I will give you a few moments to clean up. Use it wisely.” Was the only thing he said before he left the room, leaving you with your gaping hole dripping with his cum.
Hi! Can you write a John Logan x Christian!reader with fluff at the end,where they are dating but do not have sex? Like how they deal with that, and the reader feeling a bit insecure.
Hi! I do not necessarily like to write religion into my fics since Im not religious. Would it be ok if I made it where reader is a virgin but wants to wait a little bit before she has sex? It would be the same concept just without the religious aspect.
I need Darth Vader smut. No, not just Anakin I need Vader like bad. As long as he keeps the helmet on (which he’ll need to survive anyways) we’re all good…..🤤😍
A/n: this is totally not a poorly disguised self insert….
Warnings: Dean being Dean and making outlandish comments
* when Logan first saw you, it was in his English class.
* He noticed that you were reading a classic novel, though he couldn’t make out which one it was.
* He also noticed your dark, gothic style. To say he found it intriguing was an understatement. He found it fucking hot.
* You were different than the other girls he usually went after, and that made you all the more alluring. But he had to figure out how to ask you out. Or whether if he was even your type.
* So, of course he asked his friends about it.
“Dude, you like the goth girl?” Garrett asked.
“Yeah, man. I don’t know there’s something about her…” the brunette trailed off.
“I heard goth girls are crazy in bed.” Dean piped up making Logan glare at him.
“If you like her, whats the hang up?” Tucker asked, always asking the relevant questions.
“I don’t know how to approach her.”
“Give her a bouquet of dying roses Im sure she’d be into that. Play some goth music and act like you’ve been listening to that shit for years.” Dean spoke up again.
“What if Im not even her type?”
“Only one way to find out.”
* So obviously, asking his friends didn’t work in the slightest.
* He decided the best way was to rip the band-aid off and go for it. After class he was able to catch up with you as you walked out of the lecture hall.
* “Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?” Logan asked carefully.
* You were shocked that a star hockey player wanted to talk to you in a way that wasn’t a joke. So, you entertained him.
* “Yeah…sure.” You replied quietly. Must you always be so shy?
* When he asked you out, you were even more shocked. But also very unsure if you wanted to take him up on the offer. He was nothing like the guys you’d dated in the past, who were all metalheads or fellow goths.
* But Logan persisted, and gave you his number so you could think it over.
* And after sleeping on it for a few nights you decided to say yes, just for the hell of it.
* You expected him to take you to Malone’s but instead he took you to a nice Italian place in downtown.
* He complimented your long, black layered skirt and the rest was history.
* Logan loves how opposite you two look when walking together. He thinks you’re the coolest girl he’s ever met.
* He loves to hear you babble on about things you’re interested in. Especially when it’s stuff he’s interested in too, like Marvel and Star Wars.
* You don’t wear your glasses very often (even though you should) but when you do, he’s absolutely obsessed. He loves your glasses and hates that you don’t like wearing them especially since you need them to see properly.
* When he introduces you to his friends he’s very adamant on not tolerating any teasing towards you.
* Safe to say, even though his friends and the two girlfriends are very nice, you still feel out of place. So much so that most of the time you stick by Logan. Which he doesn’t mind but he also wishes you could feel welcome in his friend group.
* You introduce him to the music you listen to. And the movies you watch. Believe it or not John Logan is afraid of horror movies.
* You talk about how you collect oddities like bones and taxidermy. You expected him to be weirded out but instead he was actually very interested and even called your hobby cool.
* And eventually when you opened up to his friends, they also thought you were pretty cool too.
* You went to his games and stuck out like a sour thumb but you didn’t care.
* You were still pretty quiet and self reserved but that was just part of your personality.
* If anyone was snarky or rude to you they would be met with a very angry John Logan.
* And in the end, Logan realized you were it for him.
I hate how people will constantly be against shipping Yelena with anyone. Even when her being aroace isn’t even confirmed!?
Like I understand wanting representation but also getting mad at other fans for simply headcannoning her being in love with another character is weird. She’s a fictional character and we can make her however we want. It’s not morally wrong to ship her with anyone. People ship two straight characters of the same gender together all the time. But don’t ever talk about how you like Bishova or Boblena.
“Oh my god they’re just friends let them just be friends!” In the movies and shows, yes she is only friends with Bob and Kate but in the fandom world anyone can make that different because that’s what fanfiction and fandom is.
