#kick ass fmc

[blergarfvader]

Duality of qimir in context of oshamir

[nominalnebula]

just finished book one of the witch walker series and uhhhhh I am Obsessed

[nova-is-a-writer-now]

Hidden embers

Chapter 4

Chapter summary: Joel made the mistake of touching you once and now it’s all he can think about.

A/N: boy oh boy, y’all better strap in for this one. I know i said last chapter was my favorite to write, but scratch that cause this one is on a whole other level. I’m so stoked you guys are liking this, I’m having a little writers block at the moment and your comments always motivate me to get back into it. I wanted to take a second to thank my wonderful beta reader @hautecouture02 , she hypes me up every time I finish a chapter and it melts my heart. Anyways enough yapping, commence the smut.

Warnings: No outbreak AU, no use of y/n, no sarah, Age gap, DBF!Joel, Slow burn (I’m adding this to the series warnings cause i’m making y’all suffer a bit), detailed description of masturbation, sexual fantasies about FMC

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Joel shouldn’t have touched you. He knew that. But the moment he saw you limping, something inside him snapped.

Every time he's been near you since that damn welcome-back party, he swore he’d keep his distance. No touching, no looking, no thinking. Those were his rules. If he could just stick to them, he’d be fine—he could sleep at night without his mind wandering to places it had no business going. Places involving his best friend’s daughter, in scenarios that would make any decent southern lady faint.

It was wrong—so beyond wrong it made his chest tighten just thinking about it. But it seemed like the universe was hell-bent on testing him. You were always there—bumping into him at the bottom of your stairs, getting paired up with him for fundraising, or falling off ladders he’d specifically warned you not to climb.

Those moments were justifiable in his mind. What was he supposed to do, let you hit the ground? But today was different. Today, he had no excuse.

He touched you when you weren’t in any immediate pain at danger, when you didn’t need saving. You were just fine—if slightly injured, but nothing you couldn’t handle. Yet there he was, checking your ankle, picking you up and throwing you on his counter, grabbing your leg, and massaging it like he had any clue what he was doing.

The concern was real, sure, but he could’ve just handed you the bag of frozen peas and let you deal with it yourself. He should’ve done that. Now he was pacing in his kitchen, trying to shake off the thoughts that had flooded his mind the second he laid hands on you—the way his fingers had itched to move higher, his eyes struggling to stay on your ankle and not wander up to your thighs.

Those thighs, Lord help him. They were perfect. They would look so stunning marked up with bruises and bite marks from how thoroughly he’d devour them. He’d make sure to leave them low enough so they would peek below your dress, so anyone who looked at those thighs knew who they belonged to.

No. This was exactly what he’d been trying to avoid.

He hadn’t been interested in dating or even casual hookups since the separation. In fact, he’d found a kind of peace in solitude, focusing on his work. But then you showed up, in that skimpy blue dress with those pretty white flowers, looking like you’d walked straight out of a dream.

He knew it then—he was beyond fucked. He refused to accept it, let alone act on it, but the way he felt the moment he first saw you was something he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

And so, he kicked you out. Actually, he meant to drive you home, but of course, your stubborn little ass had to go limping out of his house, preferring a fucked up ankle to spending another second around him. You seemed pretty pissed, and he didn’t blame you. He internally hoped you believed the rumors about him being an old grump—a nearly fifty-year-old prickly man.

If you kept your distance, he wouldn’t have to fight his urges. But something in the way you looked at him told him you wouldn’t make it that easy. At first, he thought he was imagining it, but you weren’t the type to make eyes at just anyone.

At the fundraiser, he saw plenty of guys—more age-appropriate and definitely better-looking—trying to chat you up. You were always kind and polite, but you never looked at them the way you looked at Joel. You never kept the conversation going with them like you did with him.

And that made it worse. Because if there was even the slightest chance, the smallest glimmer of hope that you felt something even close to what he was feeling, he wouldn’t be able to resist you. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from doing all the things he’d dreamed about.

God, he needed a cold shower. Or an hour-long ice bath. Maybe even a visit to the nearest church to confess his every sin—past, present, and future.

Joel barely registered walking to the bathroom, stripping down, and stepping into the shower. He was too lost in thought, too distracted by the pulsing ache in his chest that he refused to acknowledge, just so he could deny where it came from.

He should apologize, right? That’s the polite thing to do. But apologizing meant talking to you, seeing you again. And as much as he enjoys your company, every second around you was pure torture. Controlling his thoughts, holding back his hands from touching you where he really wanted to, swallowing all the things he wanted to say to you, from the sweetest compliments to the filthiest praise.

And the deep breaths he had to take every time you spoke, just to stop himself from imagining what you’d sound like being pleasured—what you’d sound like when someone was making you feel good.

Fuck that, he can’t even think about anyone else touching you. The thought of it made something inside him churn, and that was such a bad sign.

All of this was torture, and he wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve it. He’d been a good man—a good brother, a good son, a good friend, until recently.

He could’ve fallen for anyone else, any other girl in town. But he never stood a chance against you, with your gorgeous, fluttering eyes, your soft curves, those legs…

He came around to those legs. How could he not? He could see them so clearly in his mind, propped up on his shoulders, soft kisses trailing along them as he pounded into you. Or holding them up as he knelt in front of you, using his mouth to show you just how crazy you drove him.

Maybe he should just rub one out. Maybe that would help, calm him down, clear his head. His cock is already hard, the need almost unbearable.

He runs his hands over his chest first, eyes closed, pretending they’re yours, slowly inching down to where he needs you most. You seem like the kind of girl who would make him suffer, tease him until he’s practically begging you to be good for him and let him cum.

So, he does just that. Under the steamy stream of water, he lets his hands roam, teasing himself the way he imagines you would—skimming over his thighs, hips, and lower stomach. The tension builds inside him until it’s unbearable, and he finally gives in, wrapping his hand around his thick cock, stroking it firmly but slowly.

Up and down, every stroke brings a new image of you to mind—your pretty pouty lips, your head thrown back, exposing that delicate neck, those heavenly tits bouncing with every movement. He can’t hold back the moans as he picks up the pace, his need growing more desperate with every passing second.

He starts imagining your taste, the way you’d clench around his fingers as he works them in tandem with his tongue. He’d eat you out for hours, show you what it’s like to be with a real man, make you cum more than once before he’s even inside you. And he knows—God, he knows—if he ever got a taste of you, he’d never be able to stop.

Once he’s inside, he’d go slow at first, if only to enjoy you for as long as he possibly could. He’d savor your every ragged breath, swallowing your moans with deep kisses. He’d whisper in your ear, telling you what a good girl you are, taking all of him so well, your tight pussy splitting open around his fat cock like it was made for him.

His grip tightens around his cock, the water running over his shoulders, doing nothing to cool the heat burning in his veins. Each stroke pulls him deeper into his fantasy, into the thought of you underneath him, squirming and moaning, your nails digging into his back as he drives into you, leaving a burning sensation that pushes him closer to his climax.

He can almost hear you—those soft, breathy whimpers, the ones you’d try to hold back but wouldn’t be able to when he’s got you right where he wants you. He’d make you say his name, over and over again, until it’s the only thing you can think of, the only thing you can feel as he fills you completely. He’d make you beg for it, stopping just as you were about to come, teaching you a lesson about that bratty little attitude you always carried around.

His pace quickens, the friction driving him closer and closer to the edge. He imagines you whispering filthy things in his ear, telling him how badly you need him, how good he feels inside you, how no other dick will ever compare. The thought makes him groan, low and deep, echoing off the shower tiles as his movements become more frantic.

Fuck, he’s so close. His mind floods with images of your body—your legs wrapped tight around his waist, your ankles pushing into his ass and pulling him deeper into you, your lips parted in pleasure, the way you’d look at him, eyes glazed over with lust, like he’s the only thing in the world that matters.

The tension inside him winds tighter and tighter until it snaps, and with a guttural moan, he comes hard, his release hitting him like a tidal wave. He braces himself against the shower wall, stroking himself through the intense pleasure, imagining how your body would clench around him, milking him dry as he fills you up.

For a few moments, he stays there with his eyes closed, breathing heavily, his heart pounding in his chest. But as the pleasure ebbs away, reality crashes down on him with a force that nearly knocks the breath out of him. What the hell was he thinking? He runs a hand through his wet hair, leaning his forehead against the cool tiles.

He’s in deep shit, deeper than he ever wanted to be. And the worst part is, he knows this isn’t the end of it. It’s just the beginning. Because no matter how hard he tries, no matter how many times he swears he’ll stay away, the thought of you—of what he wants to do to you, with you—is always there, lurking in the back of his mind.

With a deep sigh, he turns off the shower, steps out, and wraps a towel around his waist. For the sake of his sanity, he swears to leave whatever the fuck that was between the four walls of his bathroom. Those thoughts can’t follow him out that door—they definitely can’t be around the next time he sees you. He needs to figure out how to keep his mind from being completely consumed by you, and fast.

Tag list: @yesjazzywazzylove-blog , @untamedheart81 , @mellymbee , @wintersquirrel , @chyannealaniz , @spiderman-n-n

[lovemyromance]

I think objectively, it is very difficult to pull off writing a traditionally feminine woman in the fantasy genre.

Because fantasy used to be kind of a "guy" thing. It used to be exclusively written by men, for men. That's where we get the wizards, the warlocks, the damsel in distress tropes. The women characters existing for the sole purpose to be love interests or sexual objects or witches or cruel succubi.

The introduction of romantasy as a genre is a double edged sword. On one hand, it allowed for a whole new generation of women to join the industry, dip their toes into a genre that used to be predominately men. It drew in women with the romance element, and empowered them through a main character that was typically also a woman. She was strong, she was brave, and she kicked ass. We all wanted to be Daenerys, or even someone like Susan from Narnia. It was meant to be empowering.

But I say it is a double edged sword because I'm uncertain if it really had that desired effect.

Kicking ass and fighting in epic battles, being cunning and brave and clever - these were all qualities of a male MC in most fantasy novels. With romantasy, we see those traits in many FMCs now as well. And they are very popular. Violet, Feyre, Katniss, Aelin, etc. are all extremely popular female MCs. But why are they popular? What is it about them that really drew people in?

In other words, are they popular and so adored because now instead of the soft, feminine and grace women were typically known for - they have hardened, masculine traits instead?

Is that all it took for these FMCs to earn respect and admiration? Switch their knitting needles and gardening gloves out for crude humor and a sword?

I don't even know how to explain it. I understand there are women with those qualities and they feel validated by the change in pace in literature now having real characters, women who have a purpose outside sex and serving as the arm candy for some hero. I appreciate how amazing it is that women are now painted in a light that shows how capable and brave they are.

But I think, in the process of doing that, we went a little too far on the other extreme. Instead of showing how "Hey, women are also brave and strong and beautiful and bold and clever" we have gone all the way down to "If you're not a fighter, if you're not a kickass warrior - then you're weak. Then you're boring. Then you're unworthy."

We are looking at traditionally soft, feminine women the same way men used to look at the whole lot of us. We are considering them 'less than' because they don't have a sword in their hands, they aren't spitting and fighting back, so therefore they must be weak. They must be boring. They must be useless.

I think that's why I fight so hard for Elain. Why I want her desires to be heard. Why I protest when I see her wishes and wants and actions so adamantly ignored in this fandom. Why I get so annoyed when I see her callously referred to as "Gardner girl" and "the useless sister"

Because as an individual? I am nothing like Elain. I probably have more things in common with the likes of Kim Kardashain than I do with Elain Archeron. But I still fight tooth and nail for this fictional character because fighting for her is in some way a representation of fighting for those women who hold onto that femininity. The graceful way they act, the kindness, the compassion they show and spread in this world. All they want is peace.

And we need that in this world. If everyone were a fighter, we'd always be in some war. These types of people (not limited to only women) hold a different kind of strength. These are the types of women that hold a family together, that create a sense of safety and belonging, and bring a community together. They care, they nurture, and they grow.

And I'm so tired of people suddenly acting like that kind of strength pales in comparison to a traditional warrior carrying a sword and shield.

[litnerdwrites]

IDGAF that Elain's Feminine

"You hate on Elain because she's traditionally feminine,"

No bitch, I hate Elain because she's a self serving, ungrateful hypocrite, as I've explained in many previous posts. I hate her for how she abandoned Nesta, pushes her boundaries and never once returned the love Nesta gave her. Nesta coddling her the way she did was wrong, admittedly, but could've been solved with a basic conversation about boundaries. Many characters could benefit from one, and a lot of problems would solve themselves if they just respected boundaries.

Perhaps there are a few who don't like feminine characters, but there are just as many, if not more, who are simply indifferent since we know little about her or her opinions/thoughts. Others don't like her for the reasons I mentioned above. So saying she's hated for being feminine is a bit extreme.

Especially since my favourite characters in many forms of media are the traditionally feminine ones. Evangeline Fox is my favourite FMC, and don't really think I'll be able to move on from her when I finish A curse for true love. She's my fictional role model, from her aesthetic to her bravery to her determination.

I also adore Tohru Honda from Fruits basket, Anne Halford from Sugar Apple Fairytale, Adora, Bow, and Glimmer from She-Ra, and the Sailor Scouts (Sailor Moon).

I grew up on the muted, pastel hues of Care Bares G1, My Little pony (G1) with a hint of action from Transformers and Avengers. So as much as I love a kick ass heroine, riding off into battle or saving the world, I love the ones who want to spend all day dressing up in pretty gowns. baking and petting cute animals just as much, if not more.

So, no. I don't hate Elaine for 'being too feminine'. I would've actually loved Elain, if not for the way she treated Nesta. If nothing else, I there's a chance Elain is only doing it to avoid being nest on the IC's chopping block, in which case, I'll understand why, view her as a victim, while insisting she needs to make some serious apologies, and advocate for her to receive some serious apologies too. But until we find out what's going through her head, we can only have the version of her we see through the eyes and experiences of other characters.

(P.S if you have any recs for books/shows with feminine fmcs or that might generally fit my vibe, feel free to let me know)

[readingwiththestars]

₊˚⊹♡ THE GRANDEST GAME

["Riddles are for people who enjoy playing,” .... “Do you consider yourself playful, Mr. Hawthorne?”]

| ✮ 4 stars |

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [!!!!SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!] this is very long guys sorry

ok so *cracks knuckles* lets talk about tgg

!!warning i'm finishing this like four days after i read tgg so i might've forgotten things because reading until 2am and remembering what i read is apparently a hard thing for me to do!!

first of all.... JLB, you and i need to have a chat because that ending was not okay. you literally just left us with no answers. seriously. what the hell????? and while i wanna kick my feet and scream because we got two kisses and then you had to go ahead and ruin it in the span of two or three pages and give us that shitty ending.

i would like to point out one question i had through out the book, which was why was grayson playing? what was the point of that???? like seriously was there an actual need for him to play or was it just jameson, avery, xander and nash fucking with him? whatever it was it didn't make sense and just felt like jlb was trying to shove lyra and grayson into forced proximity so they could interact.

speaking of thatttt i love graysonlyra and rohansav (more thoughts on sav later) the banter the looks the touches the everything i love it sm omg AND AVERYJAMESON!!!!!!! THE CRUMBS WE WERE GETTING MADE ME SO HAPPY OMG!!! I CAN DIE HAPPY!!

i will say i feel jlb really did pull out all the stops for this book the different levels of everyone's connection and knowledge of how to solve the riddles/puzzles (i was literally CLUELESS) like how does one make all that connect. the level of detail was insane connecting books and characters together just weaving some kind of intricate web of characters.

and at first i did feel like the game felt really short but i think that was just my 2am dumbass brain forgetting this is only the first part of the game lol. i did kinda hope there would be more like running around and trying to solve things on the actual island not stuck in a house though but who knows whats happening in the next book soooo

it did get very confusing there with calla (who is fucking INSANE BY THE WAY!!! SHE TORTURED KNOX??? WTF????) and the whole calla lily thing with lyra and odette was confusing af. so its like calla (the person) has a connection with knox and brady and then a calla lily has a connection with odette and lyra (also kinda gray cause he knows abt it i guess)

and and and and im a die hard gigislate shipper (and brady daniels hater) so im praying that we get an enemies to lovers with gigi and slater where he's forced to be mean/hate or wtv because of *gags* eve and then its like oop no im breaking you out of here idc what eve thinks because i only care abt you. ESPCIALLY because gigi was talking abt how no ones ever looked at her the way jameson looks at avery throughout the book (SOMEBODY HIRE ME FR)

OK THATS ENOUGH RAMBLING ITS TIME TO FOR THE CHARACTERS

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

lyra - ok i love her. she was such a good strong character it was so much fun to read about her interactions (with grayson 😏) she was actual so wife material but idk why i felt like i wasnt allll that into her character too much like i love her but didn't really feel connected with her?? idk she was a very good fmc to read about tho!! but i do wanna know about miles end and her whole connection with her dead dad (who btw is an ass who tf kills themself in front of a FOUR YEAR OLD???) and whoever's stalking here (honestly i had a whole ass thing thinking its ALL PROBABLY EVE LIKE SHE WOULDA DONE THAT MUCH RESEARCH OR SOMETHING or maybe eve was js there for gigi) but now i think it might've been something to do with alice. who knows honestly

gigi - this is my time to shineeeeee. if gigi has zero fans i am dead (and slater bc im delusional like that) i love gigi so much omg. she's my no 1 girl i love her. my girl just needs someone to love her fr she talks through out the book about how she wants to be looked at with so much love (she thought it was brady BUT NO EW) i loved reading from her perspective abt how she just wanted to prove that she was good enough to be in the game AND SHE IS!!! im still bitter about her getting kicked out of the game - AND IM NOT EVEN GONNA TOUCH ON THE WHOLE KIDNAPPING AT THE END (GIGISLATE ENEMIES TO LOVERS WHEN????)

rohan - marry me. thats it. honestly just marry me. u need to work on ur nicknames tho- it was super interesting to read about his way of think and the whole labyrinth thingy lol. there wasn't too much more about his backstory tho WHICH IM SO INVESTED IN FR. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIS FIRST MEMORY IS DROWNING????

savannah - girboss fr. she could step on me and i'd say thank you. its really interesting to me how (obviously) she's been manipulated by eve and it'll be super interesting to see how jlb will play out her whole revenge plan. she's extremely driven which is admirable and a good characters (she's literally like a female grayson imo - which also reminds me of that one scene where she goes "i am grayson hawthornes sister" which made me smile so big fr)

there are so many characters oml

knox - ok so my buddy boy knox. broski, brozilla, broville, brother from another mother, u need a hug? i didn't really like him in the beginning tbh he was a moody lil girl working through his issues. but after a while when he warmed to gigi it was nice to see the softer side to him (which tbh wasnt for very long until oop trauma dumpppp) but seriously oml knox baby the scar???? imma find calla fr (jlb cant write new characters also why complicate the shit out of everything and have a calla lily be relevant to lyra and also have calla be a person???) i did like how sweet/soft he was with gigi when she fell though that warmed my heart.

odette - iconic grandma shit tbh. she was third wheeling the entire time and at some points actually seemed like she was shipping them but then two seconds later she was warning them? saying no? idk the whole 'seizure' thing seems faker than eve's lies. and the fact she instantly gave brady the watch after gigi said no. like um what about knox? idk if thats js my brady hate coming through here though so yeah idk if i trust her or not (bet everyone is working for eve except for gigi, lyra and rohan)

grayson - marry me. love me. choose me. pls. i'd do ANYTHING. my simping for this man aside. IT WAS SO GODDAMN REFRESHING TO SEE A HEALING GRAYSON. like yes. it made me so happy to see him admit he was wrong but also know that its okay to be wrong skdjhaasd. this is so short because i love him and cant write proper thoughts about him fr.

brady - *cracks even more knuckles* brady daniels....... you know i've always wanted to know what it'd be like to write a hate paragraph. i guess im finding out now. i hate him. literally. i have unbridled hate for this man - who by the way still shocks me that he's only 20 he acts like he saw the fucking first world war. its one of the reasons i never liked him like he sooo took advantage of gigi's smartness and kindness like HE DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING during the game gigi carried the entire team and when she refused to take odette's watch and then him instantly taking it. ICKKKK don't even mention how he lied abt his mom like dude just admit it you knew you were fucking cooked in that fight and the only way you could win was by lying. AND WHAT ABOUT THE WHOLE BOMBSHELL ABOUT HOW (i cant remember his name but the dude who raised knox, calla and brady) died??? and then being a little shit and dropping gigi's heart. like we get it u dumbass man child u think you're clever cause u can speak so many languages and read even more but NO. i was onto you, i never trusted your crusty old man ass. like he even touched gigi without her permission (on the stomach) which so gross to me, the dogshit under my shoe can do better than you brady. seriously. i hate him. i'm the leader and founder of the I HATE BRADY DANIELS CLUB. so thats at least something to sate my anger. help this got so long 😭

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [i'm putting like two because this already wayyyyy to long for anyone to actually bother reading.]

"you will come back to me, or i will make you come back to me." - grayson

"Beside Avery, Jameson was looking at her like she was the sun and the moon and the stars and eternity, all rolled into one." - gigi

"give me your eyes sweetheart." - grayson

if you're here at the end of this *APPLAUSE* i commend you on getting through that kilometre of my shit thoughts. have a piece of cake 🍰

[thatwritterbeach]

So About That Alley .2

Jason Todd x fmc Alex

DC masterlist ALL OTHER PARTS FOUND HERE

Unedited***Also I swear Tumblr is messing up my spelling on purpose cuz everytime I re-read something I know I fixed it's wrong again

Alex: short, curvy, red hair, green eyes, redheads go through pain meds way faster than normal people to the point I personally don't even take them, it's a joke, they last 30 min at best

Summary: Alex finds out her bf is red hood, after she spills some not so great secrets to the masked man while stitching him up.

Warnings: Vaginismus* angst, sexual assault, self-harm, depression, drug use by Alex, violence, cursing, NSFW, smut, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, guided masturbation?, p in v (not overly described), pain during s*x, hiding said pain, hickeys?, self-hate, insecurities, eating disorder, weight loss

A/N: I do not own dc boohoo

Part One

not my gif, I also love that when you search Jason Todd gifs Jensen Ackles is like half of them cuz he voiced him one time.

Fuck everything still hurt she thought miserably as she rocked her hips against his thigh. The pain was a dull ache but she knew from experience she needed to wait longer for the drugs to kick in before she could even think about anything going inside her.

"So pretty, princess," Jason mumbled into her throat while he placed nips and kissed on the exposed skin. She was too busy focusing on her breathing to utter a reply but he didn't expect one.

After several minutes the pain started to fade away to pleasure and she was able to pick up the pace but it wasn't getting her where she needed to go before the drugs wore off. She stilled her movements and grabbed his hand to slide his fingers into her panties she directed them to her clit and made soft slow circles, as if he needed instructions. But he made no move to shake her off or tell her he knew what he was doing, if she wanted to guide his hands the rest of the night he was happy to oblige.

"So wet for me," he cooed into her ear sinking a digit into her heat.

"More," she begged in a sultry voice. Of course, that was the opposite of what she wanted but the clock was ticking on those meds.

"What do you want, pretty?"

"Need you inside me," she pleaded, rocking her hips softly against his finger. Fuck that hurts. When he removed his hands so she could move she was quick to crawl onto the bed on all fours, then slid her panties to her knees leaving her shirt on. This way he can't see my face as I flinch in pain. Yeah, 'cause that's a normal thought, that normal people have. Unaware of her inner turmoil he groaned at the sight and stripped his clothes in record time.

"My tubes are tied," she said into the bedding.

"What?"

"My tubes are tied, remember, I can't get pregnant, so if your clean..."She trailed off awkwardly.

"I'm clean."

He spent a little time stretching her some more with his fingers but all the stretching in the world wouldn't help her without pain pills, and strong ones so when he finally slid into her she sucked in a pained breath and a single tear sped out before she could help it. And this is why she was face down, ass up, and not facing him.

"Shit you're tight, you gotta relax baby, don't wanna hurt you," he soothed, un-moving behind her while he ran his hands over her hips, totally not searching for scars. He felt what had to be stretch marks under his fingers since there wasn't any discoloration to them. Of course, he forgot makeup existed and she had loads of it piled on her entire body. He was also feeling up the wrong spots for fresh ones.

"I'm good," she managed to say in a needy whine, though it wasn't need for him to move, more get the fuck out and never touch her again. He leaned over to kiss her shoulder and she began to wonder how much longer she had and if he was ever gonna get with the program but when he slid out and back in slower than she knew possible she wished she hadn't thought of this stupid plan to begin with. It felt like she was, well, it's hard to describe if you've never felt it but it's a sharp but wide spread ache (even that's too soft a word, ache is an annoyance this is straight pain) that could be felt to her lungs, which were getting harder to move by the second. Blessedly she could tell he was speeding towards his release so she worked up the courage to fake her own, knowing he would 'hold off for her'. When he slid out she collapsed to the bed sure to grab him and take him down with her so he wouldn't get a chance to see what was probably blood on the both of them mixed with other things. He 'hmmphd' when he made contact with her back quick to move off of her but she insured he stayed on his stomach fingers crossed it was only a little and would come of on her black blanket, eww I know. With him boneless next to her she was able to escape to the bathroom without conflict and thanked all the gods her shirt was long and dark colored. It took half a minute to rinse her self off trying to be quick and get back out there before he got suspicious. She soaked a washcloth is warm water and carried it out with her to clean him up, much to his weak protests, he didn't even open his eyes.

"Sorry, did my cleaning interrupt your post-nut clarity," she teased slipping her panties back on and tossing the rag away.

"How can you move so fast?"

"Guess I have better stamina, maybe I should be out fighting crime," she tisked at him laying down on her stomach beside him again.

"No fair, I demand a rematch, I was just so overwhelmed by your beauty I couldn't hold back any longer, now that the initial surprise is out of the way, I will rock your world till you can't walk," he promised, though it felt empty with his closed eyes and heavy breathing. She patted him on the chest in a 'sure, sure' manner and waited impatiently for him to get up and back to their breakfast. The drugs had fully worn off and the ache between her legs was enough to make a grown man cry but she kept a soft smile on her face. the acting skills a woman used to hellish periods.

_____line break, brought to you by the bat-mobile______

And so it began, she unintentionally let open the flood gates to the point she knows had to start and end her day with a hit. Jason was like a damn rabbit now that she had tapped his ass once. She was having to get up early, shoot up, and sneak back into bed feigning a bathroom stop before they got frisky, every damn morning. Then when she got home from work, if he was there. And again before/after he dealt with patrol. He was insatiable and on week three she was out of morphine and so sore she could barley sit down. She'd lost a good ten pounds, unable to eat. Her mind telling her the only reason Jay was still with her was for sex. Which was ridiculous since they hadn't started until 4ish months into the relationship, a record for him she was sure. Having to fake a headache to get out of activities tonight she was mentally shoving him out the window to patrol. She needed to meet her supplier. It had started out her using it for migraines, those of you that get them know sometimes death is favorable so it was the only thing she found that even touched them. Finally, finally he slipped out and uttered a quick I love you which she returned. She waited about 20 minutes to be sure he was far enough away before taking the door and stairs like a civilized person. A wad of cash tucked in her bra, and her Glock in its rib holster.

_______

"Sugar, I've missed ya," a skeevy voice said from the alley she'd just stepped into.

"I've missed your product," she replied easily. He was a pig, but he was a greedy pig and as long as she paid he didn't come within a yard of her.

"Always the sweet talker."

"Hard not to be in such amazing company." With a chain-smoker chuckle he tossed her a box, and she caught it with ease, not even bothering to check it's contents before she passed him a pre-counted stack. The transaction complete she gave him a thank you nod and turned to leave when a shadow landed in front of her. And fuck it was batman.

"Hey, batsy, I got this one," she said with false confidence but held her ground blocking his path to her favorite supplier.

"Who are you?"

"A friend of Dickie's and like I said I got this one," she said again, nodding to the man behind her.

"Dickie's," he asked in the same tone he does everything.

"Our boy in blue," she said with a smile. Please take a hint and fuck off old man.

"Go," he commanded the dealer who didn't need to be told twice, taking off at a run far away from them.

"How do you know him?"

"Relax, BW, I'm just doing my part to clean the streets for the youth of out future," she all but gagged at the line. He grabbed her arm and yanked her off her feet dangling her in the air before him with a deep scowl. Saved by the bell a shrill scream cut through the night and he dropped her like a sack of potatoes to head towards the sound.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," she yelled after his retreating form. a bruise blooming on her ankle.

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8-7-24

[buddiesmutslut]

I was trying to write a smut scene for my book, an mfm scene where all the attention is on the FMC, & it is KICKING MY ASS. I’ve been trying to rewrite it for days & I just cannot do it.

So now I’m like… can I only write MM smut now?? Is that it? I’m literally a woman, why can I not do this? (Granted, I’m also an ace spec woman who’s never really gotten sex, so there’s that.)

Of course, to test that theory, I opened up a new doc & started writing the “Buck thinks he might be bi & has a threesome with Eddie about it” fic I’ve been thinking about forever 🙃

[wessasbitch]

I love those tropes when the fmc doesn't know she's special or has special powers, she thinks she's just an ordinary girl and then proceeds to kick asses wherever she goes and everyone thinks she's the most powerful human being to ever walk on earth

[tojiscumdumpster]

𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝙗𝙮 𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 2023

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗙𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴.

𝗚𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘆 𝘅 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲. 𝗔𝗴𝗲 𝗚𝗮𝗽 (𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀)

I devoured this book in a day. BookTok has been raving about Terms and Conditions for ages, and I never gave in until now. I've been reading nothing but billionaire romances lately, so I wanted to try this one out. This was my first time reading from Lauren Asher, and honestly, I think I'm going to check out her other work. I really like how she writes.

The author isn't black, but I do appreciate her for writing a Black FMC. She did it well. No stereotypes. No microaggression. You know, things I worry about when a nonblack author writes black characters. She added important things like Iris getting braids, making it know that she's a black woman by making her skin color known, wearing a bonnet, etc.

Speaking of Iris...

I absolutely love her. I think she's super fun and adorable. Like her personality is addicting. No one Declan fell for her hard. I do feel she was a little too hard on herself at times due to her learning differences, which is normal since so many talked bad about her because of it--including her own father. But she didn't allow that to hinder her career. I love how she's her own person outside of Declan. That's important to me in a romance story. It's like yeah the MMC and FMC are supposed to fall in love, but I wanna see who they without each other around. Iris's friendship with Cal was sweet, too. Very enjoyable and clearly they are two peas in pod if they get a kick out of getting on Declan's nerves, LOL. I giggled at times.

Now for Declan Kane...

Yeah, he's added to my book boyfriend list. I see of the bad reviews saying they didn't love Declan, and that's he's insufferable. See, me? I LOVE Declan. He's such a grump. A billionaire asshole who softens up for his girl. I really like how Lauren wrote Declan. He has daddy issues, struggled at times, but overall, he didn't allow that to cost him the future he desperately wanted with Iris. Great development from his character. When he's an ass. He's an ass. But when he softens up for Iris? Gosh, he was so damn sweet to her. I was definitely swinging my feet while reading. His family is... complicating, to say the least. Declan's father is horrible. My bad. Seth is horrible. Declan's relationship with his problems are oddly heartwarming, despite how much they argue. I mean, that's inevitable for siblings. But I still love seeing them interact.

I really love Iris and Declan's chemistry. It didn't feel forced or robotic regardless of their arrangement. It was built very well. The spice scenes were written nicely, too. I didn't really care for the lack of obscenity because it was replaced with intimacy, which I loved. Especially from Declan's POV. You knew from the beginning he always had a soft spot for Iris. Third act break up was good too. Thank goodness it didn't stem from miscommunication. I would've cursed myself if that happened. But Declan I wanted to hit you with car for what you did. Still love you tho. And honestly, I think he didn’t grovel more is because the author probably didn’t want to make the book longer than what it was. Lauren was probably trying to wrap it up, LOL. Still, maybe she couldn’t written in a time frame within those three chapters. The two epilogues were very sweet, too. I love how they blossomed, and enjoy seeing Declan that way and Iris so happy. They deserved that happily ever after.

I highly recommend this book and I would definitely reread this book. I honestly can't find one thing I dislike about this book. Maybe the only I thing I can say I wished happened was flashback chapters for both Declan and Iris's past. I think that would've made the story a bit more angsty. Other than that, an easy five star.

[justagalwhowrites]

I know it’s different for everyone, but I just don’t actually imagine myself in any reader inserts. I don’t have the imagination for that. I would love to know who you might picture your FMCs looking like?

Hi Bestie!

I totally get you! I kind of do a bit of a mix where I imagine myself but inside someone else? It's weird. But I get you! I leave the descriptions almost entirely out so people can insert themselves if they want. The only real exceptions - aside from reader being AFAB - is that reader has hair that's long enough to grab (something most people can control and I think people would likely have hair during the apocalypse because you can just tie it back instead of trying to regularly cut it) and that Joel is taller than reader. That's because, in my head, Joel is like... 6'5" lol

I KNOW THAT'S NOT CANON OK? I KNOW HE'S 5'11" but I picture Joel as just a big big man, big man, big man is big and makes primal brain go brrrr. But unless you're taller than 6'3" (which, if you are, go off, queen and then just imagine Joel as being like 6'7" I support it make the big man bigger) you'll need to look up a bit to look Joel in the eye.

My face claims are below the cut!

As a reminder, these are NOT CANON. All these characters look however brings you the most joy. This is just who stars in the movie in my head when I watch these fics unfold.

You can find all my face claims for all Lavender OCs right here!

For Beskar Doll, I picture Doll as Eiza González. She's gorgeous, ambiguous enough that she could pass as a native on Naboo or Tatooine or Alderaan and I feel like she could kick my ass. I just love her!

For Yearling, I started out picturing Kiera Knightly but that's shifted a bit to Anne Hathaway. Either one works! The key for Bambi is big, brown (not that she's described that way but that's how I picture her) eyes, and I think both Kiera and Anne fit the bill! I can also picture both of them on a horse kicking ass but also being a mother figure to those who need it.

For New in Town, I picture Christina Hendricks. For some reason, Beautiful just has thick girl energy and I feel like she oozes sensuality the same way Christina Hendricks does!

Finally, for Halcyon, I picture Amanda Seyfried. I love her energy and she's just so beautiful but can pull off being a bit socially awkward - see Jennifer's Body - which is how Goldie was, especially in high school.

I will say, when I write FMCs in things set on Earth, I'm going to picture them as white and that's going to apply to how they move through the world. That's because I don't know what it's like to exist as a person of color and I don't think I should be trying to tell stories like I do. But I do make a conscious effort to leave racial indicators out of my fics (this was spottier earlier on when I didn't think about it - that's white privilege for you!) and don't use words like "blushed" now, for example, and I hope readers of color feel at home in my fics. If I can improve things here and you have the emotional space to let me know, please do! I do have a future Din fic in the works where I picture the FMC as Black because racism isn't a thing there so much as speciesism, so I feel I can tell a genuine story that way.

Anywho, that's my FCs for my FMCs! I hope you enjoy them!

Thank you for asking! Love you!!

[karizard-ao3]

Can you imagine how unhinged genderbent Eren would be?

Just picture him (her) as a kid, with the exact same anger problems and attitude, except most of the boys in her class were taught not to hit girls, so she mouths off with impunity. Add to that her devoted and ass-kicking best friend, boy Mikasa, who takes care of any other threats, and she gets away with all of her little stunts. Plus, you know Grisha sees Carla and Faye in his little princess, so he gives into all of her whims like the sucker he is.

Never mind that she would be a teenage girl for most of the events in Attack on Titan, and that unaccustomed influx of estrogen alone is enough to guarantee she's off her rocker.

That is not the foundation for a cool and collected FMC.

[lovemyromance]

Sometimes I genuinely question the sanity of this fandom. Like I think some people have gone so extreme in one direction ... they've landed right in the same spot again, if that makes sense.

I'm sure regardless of who your favorite character is - we all read these same books so we all love a strong, powerful FMC. We love the chosen one long lost princess who kicks ass, has a bit of a mouth on her, and goes toe to toe with some "my job is sword" Ken.

We love it. Eat that shit up.

But I think the frequency - and bear with me bc imma make this word up - and tropefication of this romantasy genre has really made people lose their grounding, forget our roots and common sense, so to speak.

For example, let's take the enemies to lovers trope. Of course there's something so hot and exciting about two enemies who hate each other but fall in love. I love it. That's arguably my favorite.

But I think people are forgetting that despite the over saturation of this trope in the current market - It doesn't make any "non" enemies to lovers books any less romantic, any less exciting. Love is expressed and can be written in many different ways. Love can and will be written in the way that is most honest to people, and that extends to even fictional characters.

People are just so caught up in what has become the new norm that they are forgetting everything about real life, real people. They've adapted a "if it's not like this - I don't want it" attitude that might be doing more harm than good.

And I say that because I just witnessed all the drama that was Elain week when people were defending fictional abusers with their entire lives instead of just respecting a boundary set by a real person to respect others.

And I say that because I still see the stupid "pliable bones arguement"

And I say that because I mentioned once that I'd rather wait for Gwyn to show interest in someone romantically before claiming all these theories about her since she has very recent SA trauma - and then instead of people saying that makes sense, I had all these people saying I was anti-feminist and disrespectful to SA victims.

In what world is giving someone the time and space they need to recover from SA suddenly a bad thing? It doesn't even have to do with ships - it has to do with a character clearly being not ready to go out into the real world at the end of the book and deciding that maybe she needs more time to heal. Nobody's out here saying SA victims in general can never be in romantic relationships - all I've said is that specific character does not seem ready. When she shows interest in someone, I will take it as she is ready. I personally do not feel comfortable shipping someone with such recent trauma with someone-especially someone who is supposed to be her trainer and someone safe - unless they show me something that signifies actual interest.

And I understand the whole "empowering women" argument. But I want to ask - is that what we're doing?

Are you really empowering women? Or are you being disrespectful and a faux-activist under the guise of "women's empowerment?"

I don't care that these are fictional characters. The minute people start disrespecting real people over these fictional characters means that these characters mean more to those folks than actual people. And therein lies the problem.

These are real people that are getting called such ugly, rude names. And for what? To defend someone's "rights" to draw pictures of abusers? To defend someone's womanhood by disregarding her SA trauma?

It's tasteless. It's not just "fandom behavior". Fandom is not some lawless land where you can be a heinous human being and interact with real people disrespectfully. I've never seen it this bad and I'm genuinely shocked at what it's become.

[couldntbedamned]

*sigh*

Yes, romance book authors. We know your FMC is Not Like Other Girls™.

We don't need constant mentions of her combat boots and how she'd much rather be wearing sweatpants and eating Cheetos and NOT going shopping or wearing make-up like those other vapid girls who only want the MMC dick.

It's a fucking romance novel. We get it.

Also rudeness and bitchiness does not a strong, kick-ass female character make.

[xxpeppermintxx109]

Named my cat shaera!! So emotionally attached to your OC and so happy to have found a female character who hasnt been forced into the overdone "girlboss with a stomach of steel" persona. Thank you for writing her ❤️❤️

OMG?! U NAMED UR CAT SHAERA?! WOW?? I HOPE ITS THE PRETTIEST KITTY EVER!!

thank you for reading her story :) I always love a good girl boss and badass fmc who kicks ass, but I also love the quieter fmcs who sometimes aren’t as popular. I just love women skskskks thank u for reading I’m gonna go cry now

[readingwiththestars]

₊˚⊹♡ RECKLESS

["it's a good thing you're not here, because i still havent found my courage."]

| ✮ 4.5 stars |

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers ahead]

okayyy let me just start off with WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK WAS THAT ENDING LAUREN???? i'm not okay because of it. like nuh uh get lost. u had no right to do that (im saying this as if it didnt get spoiled for me and i didnt gaslight myself the entire book read that it wasn't going to happen)

i would like to straight up say this seemed like a filler book. just a set up for the next one, it didn't really have all too much plot-wise aside from pae and kai's romance. it was less on the fantasy side and more on the romance but i still enjoyed it a lot. and obviously since it was a filler book there was less character development (for some- im looking at you paedyn)

kai and pae were really cute in this book honestly (and as it mostly focuses on the romance ofc they were) the banter and everything was so wonderful to read i was giggling and kicking my feet wayyy to much. the romance was romancing but also not romancing at the same time (im not even gonna try to explain that just use vibes)

i do feel as though lauren's writing has definitely improved from powerless. she has this whimsical magical style of writing that i love it really takes me into the world of the book (mostly). other times the long sentences were too much in moments. like lauren. we did not need to know the colour of the bricks in the market at this certain moment in time when you'd already explained the colour two pages ago-

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

paedyn - ok i love her. i really do she's such a good fmc BUT for me in this book she was boring-ish. and hella indecisive like girly pop if i had kai talking to me like that i'd be folding so damn fast- but yeah it felt like she didn't have too much character development aside from finding out her dad was actually her dad. also i idk who the fuck she was trying to fool with her 'i hate you' to kai, like be fucking for real bitch no you dont.

kai - ok bye i could write a whole rant on why i love this man. like im sat. this book felt more like kai's book (as powerless felt like pae's) imo we got more on his backstory and i think his character (and povs) were more interesting for me to focus on. also his flirting and little one liners had me giggling and shit my sister actually woke up to me grinning like an idiot under torch light-

kitt - bye idek why i made this section for him. this is going to entirely be hate fr. OKAY WE GET IT DUDE UR A GHOST WHATEVER. OH MY GOSH U MISS UR DAD BUT IN THE NEXT POV U DONT LIKE BITCH CHOOSE A SIDE IDC ABT UR WHINY ASS. ALSO U CLEARLY HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH PAEDYN LIKE FUCKING HELL DUDE SHE IS UR 'MUSE' OR WHATEVER GET OVER YOURSELF. EUGH AND THEN PROPOSING TO HER?? YEAH SURE BUDDY "YOUR FEELINGS FOR HER DIED" MHM YUP OKAY TOTALLYYY *clears throat awkwardly* can you tell i hate him?

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [its like all kai... im not even sorry about it either]

"you are my proof of paradise." - kai

"call us even. call me crazy. i don't care. just... just call me yours." - kai

"under different curcumstances i promise you im much more fun tied up." - kai (WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREECHED AND STARED AT THE PAGE. MALAKAI AZER-)

"just pae and kai." - kai

"she was supposed to be my forever. now i'll watch her become someone else's. because the beast doesn't get the beauty." - kai

jahsdgj i can't wait for the next book hehe