ermkas has the most boring fanfictions ever they're too uptight and obsessed about being a holy spirit, like too much modern au with that setting? boooo it's so heartbreaking cuz they're so buzzy, embrace the toxicity and canon divergence pls
Will acting like Mike is being cheated on because El was lying to him about being bullied like "he doesn't deserve it." yeah no shit Sherlock, El is going through personal shit that her relationship with Mike has nothing to do with it, contrary it even affects it. you're acting like El is a horrible person, as if what she's going through wasn't an internal struggle like why aren't you mad your 'sister' is lying to your mom and been suffering from bullying for months
you dropped your daughter off at kento’s apartment like every other friday, the four year old already bouncing in his arms the second he opened the door, chubby hands reaching for his tie while she babbled about her day at preschool.
he was still in his work shirt, sleeves rolled up neat, blonde hair a little messy from the long hours but his smile was soft and real when he looked at her, the same calm steady patience he always had.
things between you two hadn’t worked out, the fights got too loud and the silences too heavy after she was born, but kento never missed a single pickup, never skipped a bedtime story, never forgot the tiny sailor moon backpack she loved. he was the best dad, always had been, and watching him swing her around gently while promising ice cream tomorrow made your chest ache in that familiar way you tried to ignore.
tonight though the handoff stretched longer than usual. she fell asleep on his couch mid-story when you arrived to pick her up and he offered you tea like always, voice low and polite, but the air felt thicker, eyes lingering on your mouth when you sipped from the mug. one thing led to another, quiet words turning into his hand on your waist, then your back against the kitchen counter, then somehow both of you stumbling into his bedroom still half dressed.
now he had you folded up so perfectly in full nelson, strong arms hooked under your knees and locked tight behind your neck, pinning u helpless against his chest while he thrust up from behind. you back arched hard over his torso, legs spread wide and useless in the air, pussy completely exposed and stretched around every thick inch of his cock as he pounded deep into you. the position kept you folded in half like a pretty little pretzel, spine curved, ass lifted off the bed just enough for him to slam home over and over, heavy balls slapping wet against your skin with every brutal snap of his hips.
“fuck… still so tight for me,” he groaned right against your ear, voice all gravelly and already wrecked. your pussy took him so greedily, puffy lips creaming thick white rings around the base of his cock every time he bottomed out, messy slick dripping down his balls and soaking the sheets underneath. each thrust made wet squelching sounds echo loud in the quiet room, your walls fluttering and clenching like they never wanted to let him go, gushing fresh cream every time his fat tip bullied against your cervix.
you could barely breathe, arms trapped useless at your sides, body bouncing helpless in his iron grip while he fucked you senseless, hips pistoning up fast and mean. “ken… ahhhn… s’too deep—hah…” your voice came out all broken and babbling, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming stretch, pussy creaming even harder around him till it frothed white and bubbly at the fat base.
he didn’t slow, just growled low and fucked up harder into your poor cunt, using his strength to bounce you on his cock like u weighed nothing, the slap of skin so filthy and loud.
“come back to me, love” he panted hot against ur neck, teeth grazing your skin while he ground deep and stayed there for a second, letting u feel every throbbing inch. “miss this pussy… miss my wife… come home, baby, let me take care of both of you again.” his cock twitched hard inside you at the words, dragging another gush of cream from your fluttering walls as he started pounding even meaner, hips snapping up relentless.
your head spun, vision blurry from how full you felt, pussy clenching around him like vice, slick running down your ass and soaking his balls.
“nnghh… kento—ahhn… can’t… too much… hahh…” you whined incoherently, body shaking in his hold, legs trembling uselessly in the air while he railed you stupid, the position keeping you pinned perfectly for every deep stroke.
he just kept going, voice dropping lower and even filthier. “look at how you’re creaming all over me… still mine, yeah? this pussy knows who it belongs to.” another brutal thrust, another wet squelch of your cunt, your walls spasming wild around his thickness till u were sobbing soft little sounds, cumming hard and gushing around him while he fucked you right through it.
after, when you were both panting and sticky, still tangled on the sheets, yoi finally caught your breath enough to mumble against his chest, “this… doesn’t mean anything yet… just.. give me time to... think about this.” your voice was all soft and breathy, pussy still twitching around his softening cock.
kento just huffed a quiet laugh, his big hand stroking down your back slow and gentle like he used to, lips burshing your sweaty temple. “still saying that after i just fucked you senseless? we might’ve made a sibling for our daughter tonight, sweetheart… but sure, take all the time you need.” he pressed one last soft kiss to your hair, arms tightening around you like he had no plans of letting go anytime soon.
I saw that you mentioned you were writing again for Appointment in Samarra! I’m so happy to hear that, I’ve 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 I’m 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 isn’t 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 it’s 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 ❤️ 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 “incomplete” 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 😢 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 ♡ 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 ♡♡♡ 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 her–considering 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 started–she 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 relieved–he 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 to–she 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 fear–she 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.”
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 insides–was 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's–"
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!”
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 her–
Yes I know this acc is filled with crazy rare pairs but I just gotta locked in when one of the most written female characters is being labeled as "barely fleshed out" to glaze a certain male character
For people who kept saying they don't want to call "Jane" "El" bcoz it's basically just "shortened version of Eleven" which is dehumanizing. YES shortened version of Eleven But dehumanizing, NO. Do not focus on denotation of her name but the connotative power. Eleven/El/Jane is a dynamic and complex character, there's deeper analysis to her character like a key aspect.
"Compromise"
Eleven arc is about self acceptance, accepting a part of yourself, making peace with your past, moving on, healing and starting a new life. Jane arc is about self-discovery, no matter how much she tried to reclaim this life, she never felt connected and truly happy.
"Compromise" and "Halfway Happy" because she already accepted that her past as Eleven will always be a part of her and she will never be able to fully live as Jane. Also why she becomes El and no longer Eleven. It's like cutting off a certain part of herself and moving on.
"What if I don't wanna become Eleven or Jane?" ("Just El.")
Maybe this is just my analysis but I believe Eleven's power is something that she accepted as a part of herself, and "El" symbolizes that since it's a literal part of Eleven, that's why being powerful and losing it makes her feel like she's empty and missing something like in California arc. It sounds dehumanizing because it's something that can be exploited and abused, but not to El. She's not a monster with her power, her power was never the problem it was people like Henry and Dr. Brenner. It's something special to her because she can save her friends with it.
I can't be the only one who noticed El's character arc as Jane is about how she prefers and will always choose to be El. People calling her Jane and saying El is dehumanizing because it is her lab identity is so performative and doesn't understand El's character. Jane is literally the life that she could have but she moved on from it since episode 7 of season 2.
When she hugs Hopper's flannel this is the moment she chose to be El not Jane, her mother shows Kali for a reason, to find herself. This is the moment Terry lets Jane decide to discover herself & find where she truly belongs.
El let Kali call her Jane, dressed her up, followed her, listened to her & learned a lot from Kali, she considered everything Kali taught her but she realized something and made her own decisions. She chose Hopper, Mike and her friends. She moved on from the life she could have and she refused to build her new life from trauma, not to keep on living for revenge nor as her only purpose. She has a home back there. She chose this life, Hopper's cabin, her flannel, and saving the party no matter what without asking anything in return.
Every time she is "Jane" she's miserable. She wanted her life back in Hopper's cabin, being with her friends and safe, sleepover with Max, and with Mike to somewhere with 3 waterfalls. When Kali came back in season 5 and started calling her Jane. Pursuing "Jane" to sacrifice themselves but in that moment, that was El. She knew she still had her friends and family and she believes in Mike's words about waterfalls. When Kali keeps reminding her their place in this world. She was back as Jane again, that was Jane. The Jane who is miserable, longing to be with hopper, mike and her friends. Yearning for her life as El.
So then the writers decided she's better as dead and obliterated her.
Icb they brought back the Jane narrative from episode 7 and California arc when she already moved on from that and accepted her new life as El. Like how many times we have to see this scene from her self-discovery moments
El's arc as Jane is the one who "don't belong anywhere" and is non-existent. "Jane" has always been the life she never had and wasn't part of Hopper, Mike's, or anyone else's life. That's why those "Jane" moments in her life are where she is separated from them and wants to be with Hopper and Mike. Jane wants a life like "El's" that's how they write that part of El's character arc but then the writers had to ruin it, reuse the plot for a third time even tho it was already resolved just to kill her. So they can fulfill the playing dnd game at the basement scene.
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