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fanfiction is so awesome. some of the most brilliant writers youve ever met are writing the most crazy porn youve ever seen. does that not move you

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friendships end. relationships end. fictional man whos doing even worse than you is forever

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for my fellow chronically ill baddies ‼️ :,) ily

the scary part about getting better is that there's this constant fear that things will go back to what they once were

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My liege, how do you remain positive in a world so cruel?

There is a lot of despair right now. I do not wish to add for it. A lot of things can be taken from me, but I will remain hopeful and silly and filled with love for the people I care about. They will not take away my joy

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people will see a fandom thing and be like "why isn't this a fanfic" "why is there no fanfic about this" my brother in christ, because you're not writing it

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once i beat the depression and the burnout and the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the low income and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability and the creative block and the capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see

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do u guys mind if I get creepy and weird with it

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idk if you’re still active in this fandom (avatar) but i just read your quaritch pollen fic and i’m obsessed, would you ever continue it or maybe write more for him?

i’m not even massive fans of the other fandoms you write for but i’m probs gonna get invested just so i can read the rest of your fics bc i loved your writing that much!!

i’m just down bad for quaritch which is why i ask 😂🙏🏻

i’m not active in writing too much rn (down bad mentally and motivation wise), but i’ll always love avatar and will for sure come back to it! i promise!!and i do have a second part planned

also that is the sweetest thing ever!:) getting into random fandoms for a fic author is truly the biggest compliment literally ever! thank you for being so so kind and making my month fr ❤️

so valid! i am also down so horrendous for him‼️🤨

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HEAVY ON THIS

the fanfiction in my head is soooo good wish you guys could see this

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I read it, then went back and read it again

Daydreaming

Benny x Reader blurb

Word count: 373

CW: none 18+ MDNI

Summary: The things Benny would do to you if he got the chance. Hint: gif below

It was in the way he swirled his glass of whiskey. The way his middle finger ran in slow circles on the side of the armchair.

It was in the way his eyes lingered; A second or two longer than necessary, whenever you walked past.

He wanted you. You couldn’t see it, but the signs were there.

It wasn’t the chair he was edging when he looked at you; in his mind you were both far from here, in an impossibly plush bed. Your head cradled in his elbow, sprawled out and writhing naked beneath him. Pure ecstasy on your face as he teases the fuck out of your clit. Sinking over and over into you.

Memorizing each ridge of your walls. The way your opening gives way so willingly to his fingers. How your mouth drops and your lips pout ever so slightly as the heat builds.

The way he would take a long drag of his blunt and shotgun it mouth to mouth as you approached orgasm. Watching your eyes as they dilate. Taking three more drags and slowly blowing them on you; in your mouth; across your lips; back and forth across your face as he gazes deep into your eyes.. He instinctively knew you would like to hold your breath as it approaches; the impending high making you come that much harder.

He imagined you there; unraveling beneath him as he pumped a second finger- then a third; inside you; grinding his palm; then his thumb; against your clit, as you come.

And come.

And come again;

only stopping for a minute’s breather for your bits, before diving back in. Again, and again, until you’re slick head to toe; exhausted, light-headed; satiated, and eager for snuggles.

Coming is surprisingly hard work when Benny’s at the wheel; his skilled hands would have you exploding over the finish line so hard that your orgasms would stack on top of each other; blooming like fireworks.

You. Every moment would be about you.

Aftercare would be his favorite. To bring you back down slowly; gently. To rub the ache out of your abs; your ass; your thighs.

To pamper you in the afterglow he created, makes him come at the mere thought.

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i am working on a tumblr post that has the potential to get 2 or even 3 notes

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I NEED ESCAPISM TO WORK AGAIN! I NEED TO BE EXCITED ABOUT WRITING AGAIN! I NEED TO LEAVE MY HOUSE MORE OFTEN! I AM TIREDDDD

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do NOT develop a parasocial relationship with that internet person they WILL disappoint u. not me though. u can all be parasocial with me, i will never hurt u like that

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yeah 😳

keep talkin’

austin butler as benny cross

just smut, no plot

i love benny, i was enamoured in the cinema

warnings: degradation, rough sex, possessiveness, a little overstim if you squint, not proofread, dirty talk

no spoilers for the bikeriders movie :)

benny cross wasn’t much of a talker

from the day you’d met him, he always let you do the talking. he’d let you go on and on without more than a few words, and you didn’t mind it, and clearly, nor did he.

but when it came to sex, benny cross talked.

talked you through your orgasm, talked dirty to you, degraded you, the whole lot. his voice was deep and rough during sex, a result of the years of smoking and riding, and he took the utmost advantage of this.

from the first time he claimed you, bullied his fat cock into you, saw how you reacted when he talked down to you, told you how much of a slut you were, how tight you were, writhing and babbling on his cock while he split you open, he knew he had found his favorite game.

benny reveled in it, got off on it, honestly. the way you melted under his words, in the way your body betrayed your mind's resistance, the way you’d squirm and try to stifle your moans, trying to hide the way his degradation turned you on.

"look at you," he'd tsk, feigning disapproval “fucking desperate for my cock. you need it, don’t you baby?” his grip punishing on your hips, forcing you to take every inch. "such a needy little slut, can't get enough of my cock, can you? always so tight for me, always so wet."

with benny, every thrust was deliberate, each stroke accompanied by a litany of degrading affirmations. "you love this, don't you? being my fuck toy, my little whore. look at how you're dripping for me. pathetic." he’d spit out between ragged moans

you'd gasp, the shame mixing with pleasure, making your body respond even more fervently to his rough handling. he'd grab your hair in fistfuls, pull your head back, making sure you saw the depravity in your own eyes reflected in the mirror.

"fuck- cmon, take it all, you fucking minx. you were made for this, weren't you? for me, to be used, to be filled up with my cum. fucking say it." he’d prompt you as he jackhammered the fat head of his cock further in you, smacking against your cervix repeatedly with a squelching sound.

and you would, because he made you, because his voice alone made you almost cum on the spot.

because the power in his voice left no room for anything else but obedience.

"yes, benny, fuck- ‘m yours, need your cock, need to get fucked, love your cock, please cum in me, pleasepleaseplease." you barely even knew what you were saying, you just knew you needed him, needed what he could give you.

he’d let out a loud, deep moan, music to your fucking ears, the sound sent shivers down your spine even as your body betrayed you again, arching into his touch, seeking more.

he'd smack your ass, hard, leaving his mark on you as a reminder of who you belonged to, relishing in your screams.

"that's right. you’re mine. no one else can fuck you like this, stuff their cock so deep in you, make you forget your own name. no one else can make you cum like i do.” his voice would begin breaking, his moans choked as he neared the edge. “cmon baby, cum on my cock, cum for me, m so close. don’t- fuck, don’t forget this feeling baby. don’t forget how good i stretch you, fill you. you feel full baby? stuffed?”

all you could do was nod, frantically as your thighs shook and your orgasm washed over you, and despite all he’d say, benny would hold you close, soothe your body through the orgasm as it wracked through you, whispering praises and endless filthy words into your ear.

"that's my good girl, my perfect little slut. look at you, falling apart for me, taking every inch like you were made for it."

he'd hold you tighter, his thrusts growing more erratic, more desperate, each one fucking you further into the mattress, fucking deeper into your already overstimulated cunt. his big, rough hands, callused from years on the bike, would wander over your body, leaving eventual bruises and marks in their wake, reminding you of your place, of his dominance.

"fuck, baby," he'd groan, the desperation in his voice eminent. "'m gonna fill you up, gonna pump you full of my cum. you want that, hm? want me to cum in your pretty cunt, baby?"

you'd nod, barely coherent, lost in the haze of pleasure and degradation, along with the comedown of your high. "yes, benny, please. need it, need you s’ bad."

his grip would tighten impossibly more, breath hot against your neck as he thrust deeper, harder, faster, driving himself to the brink.

"take it all, baby. so good for me, gonna mark you as mine."

with a final, guttural growl, benny would bury himself to the hilt, body shuddering as he came, flooding you with his release. the feeling of him pulsing inside you would trigger another wave of pleasure, leaving you trembling and spent beneath him.

benny would never let you go immediately.

he'd stay buried deep inside you, breathing heavy, his hands still possessive on your skin. he'd savor the moment, the way your body molded to his, the way you fit him perfectly.

"good girl," he'd murmur, his voice softer now. "you did so good for me. you’re perfect baby,” he’d punctuate his sentence with a soft kiss to your lips, before pulling out, exuding another moan from you.

he’d smirk, rolling over to the bedside table, already reaching for a cigarette.