CALLING ALL FANFICTION AUTHORS!

CALLING ALL FANFICTION AUTHORS!

please reblog this. i've talked about this twice before, but obviously not everyone has seen it. i am calling for anyone who writes fanfiction or posts about a certain game/show/universe in any connective manner to please, please- PLEASE, copy this memo below comprising links to supporting palestine, education on the situation in gaza, and a must-need for those who engage in TLOU tumblr; links regarding the creators (neil druckmann) zionism, and how the plot of tlou2 is based on the israeli occupation of palestine. i don't care if what you write seems "insignificant" or "small" in the grouping of larger fics. no. everything that is not related to palestine in any form NEEDS these links. because, when we stray away from reblogging, or writing up our own posts in support of palestine/sharing journalists stories/etc. even for a SINGLE piece of writing, we could be missing people who are unaware (which, shouldn't be the case atp, but..) and fucking especially because in these fandoms, fics are the most popular thing. not reblogs about palestine, unfortunately; there are so many fanfiction accounts who very clearly don't give a fuck about the whole situation, seeping in silence, posting fics during strikes, not taking accountability for it now, so on and so forth. please, for the love of all that is good- CALL THEM OUT! people gaining hundreds of notes, tens of reblogs, supportive comments on a post that completely disregards what is happening SO BOLDLY right now, should irk you. i swear, if i see one more fuckass "i didn't know!" apology from an author who is CONSTANTLY on tumblr, REGULARLY posting fanfiction, i'm going to fucking lose it. if you are on tumblr to begin with, being this active- you have time to reblog. actually, educating yourself and reblogging is way quicker than writing up fanfiction of any length. are you fucking kidding me? you are laughable. comical, not real, and i have nay an ounce of respect for you. ever. but besdies that; the memo. i want everyone to copy this, or make something similar. put this above your summaries, authors note, whatever comes before the writing. every post you make should link back to supporting palestine, cause you never know how many eyes it will reach. it could change a lot of things. on pc, i believe copying it completely will preserve the links, but i'm not sure if mobile will. again. do whatever you can to add it. don't be lazy. put this in ur masterlists/navigation too.

for all fanfiction authors:

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸 READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this.

for tlou fanfiction authors:

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸 READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this. DO NOT BUY THE REMASTER, TLOU2, TLOU1, OR ANY GAME FROM NAUGHTY DOG! neil druckmann (the creator) is a zionist. PLEASE READ THIS. AND REBLOG THIS.

you may add what is necessary, i wanted to keep it short for attention span sakes, and to avoid people skipping it entirely, and so on. i may edit these, fix up anything, but again, if you're using them you can edit them however. as long as you are linking anything in general, that is what matters. thank you, love from aestra. from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

What are your ideas for dark/toxic!Felix with ex!reader? That sounds super interesting

WARNING: DARK TOPICS (sexual harassment), DO NOT ENGAGE IF YOU DONT FEEL COMFORTABLE READING

So reader is Felix’s ex and she left England during her secondary school years (UK middle and high school). Her parents are very good friends with James and Elspeth. Her and Felix’s relationship was very unhealthy. She didn’t want to cause trouble for her family, while Felix was basically the boy you couldn’t touch. He did some stuff that she wasn’t comfortable with and without her knowledge, and for the sake of not wanting to upset anyone, I won’t reveal it. But the only way she could leave Felix is when Farleigh helped her.

Now, she’s back in Oxford. Her parents’ Alma mater. She’s enrolled under her mother’s name, and she befriends a very bookishly snarky but kind glasses wearing human calculator in one of her classes.

Keep in mind, the way I interpreted Saltburn is that I took Oliver’s POV and telling of his time there with a grain of salt. Because the film is told in his perspective from his story to Elspeth, I found it to be extremely biased and likely not reliable.

I try write Felix in a more realistic perspective and point of view. This is a dude who is completely reliant and dependent on his parents’ money. He partied all the time, and partook in drugs and alcohol. He’s portrayed as a decent guy from Oliver, but I don’t think he’d be like that in real life. But that’s just my two cents in it tho!

[series masterlist] to build a home - gojo satoru

series summary: when (y/n) (y/l/n) catches wind that the notorious sorcerer killer, toji fushiguro, has children, she makes it her personal mission to find them.  the catch being she couldn’t tell a soul about them- the risk of the zen'in clan learning about them was too great.  keeping the secret isn’t the hard part, it’s lying to her friends, shoko ieiri, geto suguru, and of course gojo satoru, that she struggles with. especially when satoru has suddenly become so keen on keeping an eye on her lately. ___ [ introduction ] “Find The Star Plasma Vessel” 

[ one ] “Cigarettes and Other Things That Kill You” [ two ] “Playing Games Of Levitation”  [ three ] “Learning to Lie” [ four ] “Megumi and Tsumiki” [ five ] “Quality Time” [ six ] “I Held On As Tightly As You Held Onto Me” [ seven ] “Shikigami” [ eight ] “Bury A Friend”  [ nine ] “Retirement”  [ ten ] “Cursed Tool” [ eleven ] “Brazil” [ twelve ] “Those Who Regret, Those Who Defect, and Those Who Deflect” [ thirteen ] “Melt My Soul” [ fourteen ] “The Beginning Of The End Of All Things” [ fifteen ] “The Whole Truth” [ sixteen ] “The True End”

[epilogue] “For You, For Me”

LOVEEEDDD the new "fuck everything" chapter!!!

I'm probably the only one thinking this, but does Michael like reader? Will they ever cross that line??

Felix is a total basket case and I'm all for it 😳😍

OHHHHH!!! You're the first person to ask me that! All I can say is that you must keep reading to find out! This story could go a bunch of different ways! Their bond definitely grew stronger over break, and if Reader became a certain nerd's girlfriend, it would certainly make the day of said nerd's mom and sister. 👀

Will Felix grow up from the 6'5" man child he is that has no awareness of real world struggles?

Or will Reader and Michael's friendship develop into something we haven't expected?

What roles do Oliver and Farleigh play in this possible love triangle?

Please send more asks! I love that people are curious about the story!

Bel has once more blessed us all with an Ewan Mitchell fic and it’s with soft Tom Bennett

All rise

"A Gift" - Tom Bennett x Reader

a/n: massive thank you to my wifey @aemondsbabe for helping me with the title. from an anon request 🩷

Summary: Tom falls hard and fast for the General's daughter.

TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns, mentions of war, daddy kink if you squint, orgasm denial, oral f receiving, slight innocence kink?, loss of virginity, p in v sex

Word Count: 2,365 words

Rating: MDNI, 18+

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the World On Fire characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

The moment Tom sees you, he knows you’re out of his league. And you probably always will be. It doesn’t stop him from staring at you though, admiring the way you look in that pretty little dress, standing on the top deck of the ship, gazing off into the distance. He wonders who you are. You don’t look like you’re one of the Wrens. You’re strikingly beautiful, and it makes his stomach twist in a way he’s never quite felt before. Seaman Tom Bennett is no stranger to flirting with pretty girls, but you’re something else entirely. As if you notice his gaze, your eyes move to him, and you frown slightly, noticing how intently he’s staring at you. Tom smirks, raising his hand in a form of greeting, but you just look away, turning to leave.

Though he’s disappointed, it gives him hope when you turn back to glance over your shoulder at him, eyes shining with something akin to curiosity. It’s enough to have him up on his feet, racing up the stairs and down the hall you went. By the time you turn around again, having reached your stateroom, there he stands. Tom gives you a cheeky little grin and you sigh, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, sailor?”

He leans against the wall beside your door, arching a brow as his gaze travels along your curves, lingering in places it has no right to, “Hey, can’t a guy enjoy the view?”

“The view has a name,” you reply, your tone biting.

The sly grin on his face grows wider as he leans in, invading your personal space, though you don’t entirely mind. Not when those blue eyes gaze into yours with an intensity that makes your entire body shudder, his voice like melted honey in your ears as he continues to flirt shamelessly.

“And what would her name be?”

You tell him your first and last name, watching his brows knit in confusion at the latter, a saucy grin spreading across your lips as you confirm, “As in the General’s daughter.”

“So,” Tom leans in, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up to face him and look him in the eyes, losing no amount of his cheek, “I have the honor of being in the presence of Navy royalty, it seems.”

You slap his hand away, feeling rather satisfied at the yelp he lets out, “You’re too cheeky for your own good, sailor. It’s going to get you into trouble one of these days.”

That only makes him grin wider, his knuckles brushing against your cheeks, reveling in the feel of your soft skin. You’re so beautiful, so delicate, unlike any girl he’s ever met before. And yet, you’re so full of fire. He can’t help but be drawn in, like a moth to the flame, teasing and playful, trying to see how much he can push your buttons.

“Is the General’s beautiful daughter too good for me?”

You wrench your face out of his grip and stand, hands on your hips, “I’m just trying to spare you, Seaman. My father will kick your arse if he sees you trying to chat me up.”

And he laughs. A hearty, confident laugh that has the corners of your lips turning up ever so slightly. He’s completely unphased by your threat, taking it as a challenge. He gives you a devilish little smirk, leaning in close, his body crowding you up against the door.

“Oh, is that so? What’s the General going to do? Send me to the brig?”

“Probably. I doubt it’s particularly comfortable down there.”

His lips brush against your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he whispers in a low, flirtatious tone, one that would have a less haughty young woman blushing like a schoolgirl. But not you. You stand fast.

“Oh, come on, love. Don’t be like that. You can’t deny there’s a spark between us. You’re not a snitch, are you?”

You bite the inside of your cheek before asking, “What’s your name, sailor?”

Tom’s grin becomes wider as he gives you a wink, “Seaman Tom Bennett. But you can just call me Tom. Or lover, Daddy, a variety of other names-”

You burst into laughter, and the sound warms his entire body. You’re smiling at him, looking so very radiant, the ice around you thawing at his good humor. He’s getting through to you. He knows it. That’s when you glance around and lean in to whisper conspiratorially, as if you’re asking him some state secret.

“Is it true that they dance and drink below deck after dinner? It’s so awfully boring up here.”

Before Tom can reply,you hear your father’s voice calling out for you. You and Tom exchange panicked looks, knowing it won’t bode well for him if your father finds the two of you in this rather intimate position. You have a split second decision to make, and Tom is rather pleased when you grab his hand and pull him along behind you, saying just one word.

“Run.”

He races after you down the halls of the ship, away from your father’s voice. Your dress trails behind you as you run and Tom can’t resist the urge to reach out and touch the soft fabric, imagining how gorgeous you look beneath it. He doesn’t think he’s ever fallen for a girl so hard or so fast. It’s almost terrifying, how one encounter has his heart so entirely bewitched, but when you glance back at him, making sure he’s keeping pace, and your eyes meet, he forgets all his reservations and just grins at you, feet pounding against the floor as you make your way to the hiding place you have in mind.

The two of you finally come to a stop in the corner of the boiler room, filled with steam and heat that’s almost overpowering. You pause to catch your breath, hands still intertwined, both your heart and his pounding against your chests. You gaze up at him, the air hot and sticky around the two of you. Your hair is damp and tendrils of it cling to your face, your dress clinging to your skin as you meet his eyes.

“I figured he wouldn’t look for us here.”

Tom’s gaze moves to your lips. They look so soft, so plush, so fucking inviting. He can’t help himself, admiring the way the heat from the boiler room has given your complexion an almost dewy, ethereal look to it. He leans in closer, one hand resting on your hip, pulling your body flush up against his. You rest your hands on his chest, eyes fluttering shut. Tom’s lips hover over yours for a long moment before he finally closes the distance, kissing you.

Tom’s kiss is passionate as he leans in, his hand moving to the back of your neck to hold you in place, his mouth melding against yours, tongue licking at your bottom lip, begging for entrance into your mouth. You part your lips and he kisses you like he wishes to consume you, his hand moving to grasp at your throat, squeezing gently, loving the little mewl you let out against his lips. Your hands twist in his shirt and your heart beats hard against your chest as Tom’s chapped lips move against your own, pulling away for only the briefest of moments to catch his breath before his tongue once again begins dancing against yours.

Tom’s hand trails down to your chest, squeezing gently, groaning at the feeling of your soft flesh, biting back a laugh at the way his hands sully your pristine dress, pressing himself up against you, continuing your intimate kiss, the heat between you two growing to a crescendo.

You hear the sound of a few sailors whistling and pull away from Tom, laughing breathlessly. He gazes down at you, his hand resting against your cheek, wanting nothing more than to kiss you again.

“Come with me,” you say, taking his hand again, “I know somewhere we can go.”

Tom nods eagerly, “Lead the way, love.”

Tom raises an eyebrow when he sees you’ve brought him to the deck where the automobiles are stored, a grin spreading across his face. Tom looks at you and gives you a cheeky grin, bowing and opening the door of one of the cars for you, extending his hand to you as if he’s your chauffeur. You burst into giggles, allowing him to help you in. Tom moves to get into the driver’s seat, honking the horn, making you laugh again, the sound of which again brings that warm feeling to his chest. 

“Where are you taking me, driver?” You ask playfully.

He snickers, admiring how beautiful you look sitting back there, like a dainty princess, “Anywhere you wish, Miss.”

You lean forward, brushing your lips against his cheek as you whisper, “Will you take me to the stars, Tom Bennett?”

Tom’s breath catches as he brushes his nose against yours, murmuring back, his voice barely audible, “I would take you to the moon and back if you wanted it.”

Your lips meet his in a kiss, more tender and softer than before, but no less passionate. You help Tom over the center console, and he gently pushes you to lay back on the leather of the car. You wrap your arms around him and he wraps his around you, holding you close as he kisses you, lips moving to your neck.

“I’ve never done this before,” you whisper.

“I’ll be gentle,” Tom promises, lost in the feeling of your soft, warm body against his own, “Do you trust me?”

You meet his eyes, seeing the sincerity in them and reply, your voice breathy, “Yes.”

Tom kisses you again, slowly moving your dress up to your hips, revealing your legs, your thighs, his hands squeezing at them gently. He moves to press a kiss to your ankle, up your calf, your knee, to your inner thigh. You watch as he pulls your knickers down your legs, his eyes focusing intently on the apex between your thighs before giving a slow lick along your core. You gasp at the feeling, your fingers threading through his soft, golden hair as he gazes up at you, his tongue flattening against your pearl, making you whine softly. Tom smirks against you, his tongue delving between your folds, his nose pressed against your pearl as he tastes you. Your head falls back against the seat, hips bucking against his eager mouth as he brings you closer and closer to your peak, the knot in your stomach tightening until you reach the pinnacle of your pleasure, crying out his name as you spill yourself against his tongue.

He moves to press his lips to yours in another heated kiss, the windows of the car steaming up as Tom moves to rid himself of his shirt, undoing his trousers. You pull your dress over your head, tossing it aside, pressing your bare body against his.

Tom gently parts your legs, giving his cock a few quick strokes before pushing the tip inside of you. You wince for a moment, but you exhale sharply and do your best to relax your body, letting him push further and further inside you until he bottoms out. The two of you stay like that for a long moment, him filling you as you gaze into each other’s eyes, waiting for you to get used to the feeling. Tom presses a kiss to your temple, your jaw, then your lips, feeling your body relax around him. He slowly rolls his hips against yours, reveling in the sweet little moan of his name you let out. You feel so perfect around him, your legs moving to wrap around his hips as you try to meet his movements with your own. Tom moves one hand to caress one of your bare breasts, moaning at the feeling of your soft, warm flesh against his hand.

His movements grow faster and faster, the car growing steamier with each passing moment. Tom braces his hand against the window as he pounds into you, gritting his teeth, trying to keep his climax at bay, the feeling of your squeezing around him being almost too much to handle. His hand slides down against the glass, leaving a print in its wake before he kisses your neck, hands squeezing at your chest as you hold him close, feeling his hips slot against yours over and over. Tom presses his thumb against your pearl, feeling your walls hugging him so very tight until you reach your peak, your entire body going lax as you cry out his name.

Tom reaches his own end moments later, pulling out of you and spilling himself against your stomach, his entire body shaking from the intensity of your encounter. He wraps his arms around you, resting his head against your bare chest, nuzzling against you, your warmth making him feel more safe and loved than he’s ever felt in his life.

“You’re trembling,” you remark softly, running a hand through his hair as he presses a kiss to your arm.

“Don’t worry,” Tom whispers, “I’ll be alright.”

You rest a hand against his cheek and he leans in to kiss you again.

“What happens when the boat docks?” You ask between kisses, “I… I don’t want to be without you.”

Tom smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Don’t worry love. The way I see it? Life’s a gift, and I don’t intend on wasting it. And I think I was meant to share my life with you,” he swallows thickly, resting his forehead against yours, saying the three little words he never thought he’d say to another person. But it feels so right to tell you, “I love you.”

Your voice is barely audible as you gasp and reply, “I love you too, Tom Bennett.”

Neither of you knows what the future may bring, what might happen over the course of this war.

But Tom knows he loves you. And you know you love him.

And that is the greatest gift life ever could have given you.

Your writing for fuck everything but most importantly fuck you is mwah chefs kiss. So damn good and I look forward to reading more

Thank you, my love! I am so grateful for your kind words!