#anti casual fans

[occulthours]

as excited as i initially was to have a sapphic couple be the main romance for one of the bridgeton girls, reality just kicked in. casting a dark skinned black woman to play a racebent AND now genderbent version of a white male character, particularly a white male character that’s beloved by the fandom, is gonna bring on levels of misogynoir i’m scared to witness. masali’s comments, as well as all of the comments under the posts from the author and the official bridgerton page are already filled with hatred.

and how much do you want to bet no one in production says shit about all of this and comes to her defense?

[yeeclaw]

As much as I enjoyed seeing Laura in Deadpool & Wolverine, one thing has been bothering me since opening night, and I can’t shake it:

Why did Marvel design her a shirt that says “Savage”?

It’s a fictional band t-shirt. I spent hours reverse image searching and browsing album covers and tour posters of bands with related names, album titles, and song titles, and while it’s clearly inspired by real rock bands and tours, it was nevertheless made up. They actively chose to make up a shirt with a derogatory racial term for a group Laura and the actress who plays her is not a part of for her to wear. Someone was paid by Marvel to design it. Why?

Now companies are selling copies of the shirt, so more people will be out in the world wearing a shirt with a term that, whether you want to call it a slur or just a “derogatory racial term,” has a dark, violent history and makes many Native Americans uncomfortable. It is a word that was used to justify cultural genocide within my parent’s lifetime, that has been used as a justification for racist discrimination and hatred within our lifetimes, not just Logan’s lifetime.

Logan had band logos, too. They used Awaken the Dreamers by All Shall Perish. The title track is about fighting for human rights and ending oppression, the design features the Statue of Liberty holding a gun, not a torch, surrounded by the silhouettes of swarming military planes. Now in Deadpool & Wolverine, we’re casually using the word savage, sticking it on a “feral” character with a reputation for violence. It could be powerful if Laura were Native. She escaped from a government run institution systematically abusing and dehumanizing children based on their heritage. Logan cast primarily people of color to play the X23 children. Gabriela Lopez died at the Liberty Motel and Logan died at what was described at “the last stop on the mutant underground to Canada”. They utilized the mutant metaphor very deliberately, and I feel that Deadpool & Wolverine’s choice of costuming for Laura did that a disservice.

(Yes, I’m aware of Savage Wolverine. Its potential as an Easter egg for a racist comic book title doesn’t make it not racist)

[llilychen]

it’s really sad that i always looked forward to rhaenyra and/or alicent scenes last season but i now feel the urge to fast forward every time one of them comes on screen

- every alicent scene is her looking sad or crying or her with cole but nothing she does adds anything of value to the plot

- we get the same black council scene in which the men are undermining rhaenyra twice per episode and still nothing is done (i do believe she will make some progress in the next episodes but it’s just so boring to watch her have the same scene over and over again)

cersei and dany i miss you both so much

[radgeorgie]

had an amazing interview yesterday.... was told I'd know by Monday.... but it's alleged they DRUG TEST and I just bought 6 packs of weed edibles 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[iiuvssy]

i’m crying but that’s ok

[wistfulwatcher]

Did you see the post saying how the wilderness chose Nat and Misty saved her, so the wilderness chose Misty to be the one to kill Nat 25 years later? I am unwell over it tbh. I don't exactly mind Nat dying, per se, not when Juliette very clearly wanted to leave (and maybe they weren't able to give her that till after season one had finished and it was too late to find a good way to do it, that's the only thing I'm clinging to to make it all make sense), I just wish it could've been in a way that wasn't labeled an OD. Though I do like that post I mentioned, it helped me a bit to rationalize it a little more.

i haven't seen that, no. to be honest i'm feeling a little burnt out on the 'i don't mind her dying' takes. i've laid out my reasons why i don't think it was a good narrative choice (even excluding the details like the overdose), and i think i've just seen too many people repeat the same arguments that i explicitly disagree with in my post. (most of whom also treat anyone who doesn't see the """poetry""" of her death very condescendingly, and write us off as lacking critical thought/media literacy.)

i also don't agree that juliette so clearly wanted out, and i'm getting really frustrated on that being a focal point of arguments because at the end of the day it doesn't matter: either nat was always planned to die for the story (which means her struggle with sobriety and depression was always going to end in death, which i find distasteful and harmful), or her death was written because of juliette (in which case death was not their only choice - there are a million ways to write a character off instead of killing them after that kind of struggle).

no offense to you personally, anon, and i appreciate you telling me about the post. i may look for it in a few days, because i can see the value in that concept (had they not crafted nat's entire arc the way they did, which is my fundamental issue)

[galactic-magick]

In light of the new game I do think it’s important to remember that a lot of people who aren’t on tumblr and twitter and other fandom spaces are completely unaware of what JKR has said and done (since most of the discussion about it has happened on those platforms), so don’t harass someone irl if they mention buying the new game and instead kindly explain to them the problems.

My friend mentioned to me today that they’re playing the new HP game and I told them about why JKR and the franchise is problematic and they were genuinely shocked bc they had never heard about any of it. They felt bad for not knowing and for supporting it, but basically just don’t assume the worst of people irl cuz sometimes they genuinely are just unaware and need to be educated.

[rhythmelia]

screaming into the void

But I really really REALLY need my fellow non-Black folks of color around the world to just. Sit down and hush about the use of the n-word.

Yes, I believe in a growth mindset, that we are all imperfect humans who have fucked up and will fuck up in the future, and life is a process of unlearning a lot of shit and learning to recognize things like dogwhistles and micro aggressions and macro aggressions and learning how to not perpetuate shit. Making amends for past wrongs and doing better next time.

I'm also aware that our society (thanks, legacy of slavery and colonialism!) is awash in so much anti-Blackness, like it is Baked. In. To so many structural things, and pervades so many cultural things around the world.

So I just. Really really want to call in my fellow non-Black folks of color - like, it is not helping to go harass Black fans about their opinions when our/your faves do something shitty! Black folks are not a monolith, and are allowed to have complicated feelings about what they're willing to tolerate or not when being a fan, given, again how pervasive anti-Blackness and cultural appropriation of Blackness is in pop culture, among other things!!

In my perspective, the n-word is not ours to reclaim, if we're not Black! Plain and simple. The legacy of centuries of slavery, and pain, and ongoing racism and harm today....whyyyyy do you want so bad to be able to use this one word, hmm? Or for our/your faves to be able to use it with no consequences, hmmmmm? Please reflect.

Idk how to end this, this is just a rant and I want to send solidarity and support and positive energy to Black fans dealing with some bullshit.

[mirrorofliterature]

I hate the equation of 'someone who engages in hp fandom' = raging bigot.

but given the terrible rate of adult literacy globally, am I really surprised? I mean media literacy, btw, critical thinking skills and this thing called nuanced and the damning rise of purity culture.

like. in all honesty. it is very frustrating to have all you are dismissed because you like to write hp content on occasion by thousands of people

[swissarmywoman]

when you’re such a good white american ally to asian fans that you wish that they purposefully crush wealth hoarding white fans to death in an apparent act of savagery 😍

[empressofthewind]

what's funny to me about Death Note is how casually the authors will drop the most insane lore you've ever heard and then just move on as if it never happened. like here's a girl whose parents were killed in front of her and who also would have been murdered by a crazed fan if he hadn't mysteriously dropped dead before her eyes. yes we WILL proceed to call her stupid and annoying for the rest of the series and never address how this affected her. btw did we ever mention that L is an orphan who has been working as a detective since he was 10? and that the orphanage where he grew up is now dedicated to raising child prodigies on the principle that their entire existence is worthless if they can't live up to L's standard? no? well he's dead now so here are his successors. yeah one of them joined the mafia at 17 and commits violent crimes because he believes it's the only way to prove that he's worth anything. yeah the other one had to take on the only case L couldn't solve entirely from scratch at age 13 with no prior detective experience. no the implications of this won't be addressed. also one of the new anti-Kira investigators has a vendetta against Kira because someone close to her was killed by him. will that ever be explored in canon, you ask? well you're not going to believe this-

[thelostconsultant]

Not a gold digger

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

summary: Fans think you only want Max's money. But as it turns out, you were wealthy before he came into your life--you just don't make it obvious.

warnings: No smut, but there's a part that makes me say MDNI.

note: So... I'm kinda back? Idk, I'll see if I'll stick around.

The toxicity of the fandom was becoming quite entertaining, really. It was the third time since you and Max had made your relationship public half a year ago that someone started an anti gold digger campaign to protect your boyfriend. They truly believed they were doing this for a greater good, and they all begged Max for his attention.

It always began after they sniffed out he had given you something expensive as a gift or took you shopping to a luxury boutique. While there were some people who tried to protect you by pointing out that maybe he enjoyed showering you with gifts, the rest didn't care about that. 

You lived in a small apartment back home, you were driving a five years old Renault SUV, and no one knew what you did for a living. This was enough to enrage them and make them believe all you wanted was Max's money at the end of the day. Just think about the way she's looking at him, one of them wrote about two months ago, she's so clearly not in love with him. Poor Max, someone please save him. 

Ridiculous.

“Is everything okay?” he asked when he got home and kissed the top of your head. 

You were sitting in his sim rig, using the time while it was free to practice, because you wanted to play with him when you weren't here together, and he was more than happy to show you the basics. “Someone started another campaign to cancel me,” you replied casually as you got out with his help. 

Even when you were standing in front of him, he didn't let go of your hand, instead he raised it to his lips to place a soft kiss on its back. “Gold digging?” You nodded with a sad look on your face, but less than five seconds later you were both laughing. “Look, I know you're having way too much fun with this, but–”

Without waiting for him to finish, you raised your hand to make him stop. “I'm not stepping out of the shadows, Max. I've been hiding for years, even fucking Forbes doesn't know my real name or face,” you told him.

Back in the old days, when Bitcoin appeared, your geeky uncle had gotten into mining and trading it. He knew the potential, so he put most of his savings into buying them, then he held onto them, and by the time he got sick years later, he knew they were valuable and would be worth a lot more in the upcoming years. In his will, he left his savings and his wallet to you, giving you the chance to use them as you wished since you had learned everything about crypto from him.

So now you had Bitcoin as well as old fashioned investments, and you had used your money to help out an up-and-coming tech company for a forty percent share, and it was later sold to a tech giant for a lot of money. But despite your wealth, you chose to stay under the radar, because you loved your small apartment, and you weren't about to trade it for some fancy penthouse. 

You had met Max the year before in Las Vegas. F1 was a sport you watched with your uncle while he was still alive, and you were hell-bent on getting a VIP pass for the weekend. If you asked your boyfriend, he would say it was love at first sight, but in reality he was just annoyed by you. For a solid ten seconds, he would correct you every time you talked about it.

You agreed that you would hide in Max's apartment until this latest campaign died down, which gave you some time to spend together in peace. Every now and then you checked the tags to see how things were going, and after the silence of the past few days, today your name was trending again. Ready to have a good laugh, you opened the tag, but the most popular post gave you a minor stroke.

“Oh, fuck me,” you yelled as you launched your phone into the couch.

Max pulled the headset down to his neck as he looked over at you. “Is everything okay?” You raised your finger to your lips as if you wanted him to stay quiet, but luckily he got the message. “I'm muted. So?”

You grabbed your phone and went over to him. “They know. One of those idiots from the company I helped back in the day posted a tweet to protect me, saying that if it wasn't for me being an angel investor, they wouldn't be millionaires now,” you summarized as you gave him the device.

He scrolled through a series of tweets, and found a post from a journalist of Forbes in which he promised a proper investigative piece based on this info. He handed you the phone, then wrapped an arm around your waist. “It's okay, schatje. I know that's not what you wanted, but maybe they'll stop with the recurring hate campaign now,” he tried. “And if you’re worried about the article… Don’t be. There is nothing compromising about you. Yes, you inherited the money, but you have proven you know what to do with it.”

“Maybe you’re right,” you admitted with a sigh. 

“I’m usually right. C’mere,” he said as he reached out to pull you closer, but you glanced over at the camera. Rolling his eyes, he quickly turned it off, then gave you an expectant look. “Will you hug me now? And I want a kiss too.”

With a laugh, you leaned down to wrap your arms around his neck and gave him a soft kiss. But he wanted more, his hand slowly sneaked under your shorts, his fingers running over your clothed cunt before he decided to pull your panties aside and dip a finger between your folds. You moaned into the kiss, but he pulled away a second later to lick his finger clean. 

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you patted his shoulder and walked back to the couch. You could feel Max’s eyes on you the whole time, and when you looked at him again, he flashed a devilish smile at you. “I should quit the stream. Now that I had a taste, I want more,” he told you. 

“I’m not going anywhere, just try to be patient.”

He looked back at the screen, then put the headset back on his head and unmuted his mic. “Sorry, I have to go. See you next time,” he told the others, then logged out. You couldn’t remember the last time he left the sim rig this fast, and only a few seconds later he was kneeling in front of you, eagerly reaching up to pull your shorts off you.

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f1gossips: Breaking news! Turns out Max Verstappen's girlfriend isn't a gold digger after all as she has her own fortune according to the investigative article published by Forbes. Will the fans apologize?

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user2: And here I was, thinking she's just a greedy airhead...

user3: Easy to be wealthy with your uncle's money.

↳ user4: Have you read the whole thing? She invested the money and helped out several startups--that later became pretty successful--as an angel investor. Yes, maybe she inherited a lot of money, but she knows what to do with it.

↳ user5: May I remind you how many F1 drivers started their careers with their families's money?

user6: Told you she wasn't a gold digger. Suck it, haters.

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maxverstappen1: If you don't buy your girlfriend gifts every once in a while, you're a bad boyfriend. I love to spoil her, it's not a crime. I love her, I'm proud of her, and you can send us as much hate as you want, it will only make us stronger.

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yourusername: I'd be perfectly fine without the gifts, I already told you.

↳ maxverstappen1: I don't care.

landonorris: You're absolutely right!

↳ maxverstappen1: You're single, how would you know?

↳ landonorris: Just FYI, I've been in relationships before.

danielricciardo: You're so disgustingly smitten with her. (I love you both.)

[swimmingruinsdream]

Moms Against White Baseball Pants T-Shirt

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[bluegiragi]

I hate to ask this cause it feels stupid but I dont wanna do a bunch of research on whatever the recent cod mw fandom discourse is,

but I saw the reblog of someone accusing you of supporting people who write sexualized pedophilia and that really is personally my only """"moral"""" with nsfw shit, (I'm a patreon subscriber and ig I just wanna know where my money's going) is THAT true?

i used to follow an artist who, 5-6 months ago made racist art featuring gaz and soap in a slave context, which I didn't like, retweet or interact with in any way. they also made under-age art of ghost soap, which I also didn't interact with . people on twitter called me out yesterday, for retweeting (months before this incident) other art they'd made as evidence I stood by/encouraged/was an avid fan of all these tropes. The art I retweeted wasn't either of these previous examples of art, but one where ghost and soap were sleeping in a bed together, as adults, peacefully. I can't emphasise enough that I have not interacted with this artist at all, for over six months. The callout in question has framed me as a close friend of theirs when, in truth, our total timeline of interactions could probably be counted on one hand, and I haven't interacted with her in so long that I genuinely forgot I was still following her.

The crux of all is this is that I did not unfollow + block this artist earlier on when the racist art was posted months ago, and then I retweeted a fic tagged with "non-con" (ghost gets soap off in a context where he can't really properly consent, they're in front of a crowd of strangers and they have to fuck, but both parties are into each other) written by a friend as I wanted to support their writing.

The pedophile claims are because I retweeted a fandom bingo post that defended loli-con without reading all the squares properly, and then immediately un-retweeted it when I properly read it. All in all, the post was on my account for maybe a few minutes.

The zoophile claims are because people say i support someone who wrote zoophilic fic and called people slurs, and I genuinely don't know who they're talking about there.

The anti-asian racism claims come from the original accusers in the callout thread thinking that I made Horangi's eyes in the monster!AU sensitive as a way of making fun of Asian eyes. The real reason is because he's a cat hybrid in that AU and cats are sensitive to light.

I tried addressing all this in a casual way earlier on in a misguided attempt to sort things out more 'civilly', and responded to an ask talking about my "support" for the artist who drew the slave Gaz art by saying the fanart in question was tone deaf and in poor taste. It wasn't enough for some people, so I'm happy to say it clearly- yes, it was racist, and the reason why I didn't want to be more aggressive is because I didn't want to extend all this mess by throwing this artist directly to the wolves - I genuinely believed them at the time when they said that wasn't that their intention, and think they should've deleted the post at the time, but not unfollowing was a decision that I made. I know now upon reflection that it was naive of me, unwarranted and frankly irresponsible to take a stranger at face value and believe they had good intentions, when the act of not deleting the post in question was evidence of a lack in remorse. In the moment, I'd thought back to my own personal experience with a friend of mine who used an asian slur in my company, who later sincerely apologised and legitimately cleaned up his act after I gave him a second chance. It informed my choice to not unfollow at the time, but there's a difference between someone you know irl for months and a stranger on the internet you've interacted with a few times. I shouldn't have coddled them in my response, and I'm sorry for not treating it with the severity it deserved. It was callous, and stupid, and indicative of internal biases that I ever thought it was a light enough offence to "see through", and I deeply deeply apologise. I promise from the bottom of my heart to do better.

That's everything so far. I didn't unfollow an artist when I absolutely should've, which i'll always strongly regret. I also retweeted a properly-tagged fic on my clearly 18+ nsfw account. I've undone both of those actions now. I hope this can be the end of it.

[artofchoisan]

A SPECIAL KIND OF HEAT DELIVERY

Delivery!Boy!Hongjoong x University!Student!Reader

The Plot: The summer heat was getting to you and your fan found the perfect moment to break down, having no other choice, you decided to order an air conditioner online but what you didn't expect was for the heat to make you so horny and needy towards the handsome delivery man with a smirk that never left his lips.

TW: Rough Sex.

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In the midst of this scorching summer day, you find yourself trapped in this unbearable heat. Flopping down on the couch, you desperately fan yourself with a magazine, but the thick, humid air offers little relief. “Ugh, this heat is unbearable," you groan, beads of sweat forming on your forehead. "And the fan? Useless. Completely kaput. Can't catch a break today."

Your phone buzzes with a notification that your new air conditioner has been dispatched. "Finally! I can't wait for that cool breeze to hit me. This is torture," you mutter, scrolling through the tracking details.

You were dressed in very light clothes because it was so hot, and you felt self-conscious. The intense heat made you take off some layers, and you ended up wearing a short, light crop top and airy shorts.

Despite feeling a bit insecure about showing your stomach and thighs, the need to cool down was more important, your nipples perking through your light shirt, making you in such a state that doesn't seem to be looking hot, at least for yourself especially how you felt so sweaty because of how God had been generous of you with your breasts.

As you sat there, fanning yourself, a series of knocks interrupted the stillness of the room. Not giving much thought to your exposed and revealing attire, you hurried to the door, eager to thank the delivery man carrying the hefty package. With each step, the cool breeze from the fan lifted the light fabric of your crop top, revealing a hint of your midriff and thighs.

When you opened the door, you saw the delivery person struggling with the heavy package. "Thank you so much!" you said, relieved to have the air conditioner. "I've been so hot, and this is exactly what I needed."

The delivery person, catching his breath, looked up at you and offered a friendly smile. However, his gaze lingered just a moment longer than expected, and a subtle smirk played on his lips. Perhaps it was the revealing attire, or you just hope it wasn't a smirk that made fun of you since your stomach wasn't the most flat, heck it wasn't flat.

"Hey, no problem! I'm glad I could help," he replied, his eyes unmistakably lingering on your exposed midriff and thighs. "It's a scorcher out here, huh?"

You nodded in agreement, still fanning yourself and now it was you who couldn't deny the fact that this man was quite handsome, placing the package down, he lift up his sleeves and holy, those veins and muscles were no joke despite his skinny figure and as your eyes lingered more onto him, that chest was wide, oh fuck the heat was making you too horny.

His dark, tousled hair framed a face adorned with a subtle smirk, giving off an air of confidence. Dressed in a casual yet effortlessly stylish manner, he exuded a magnetic charm with that sharp jawline and imposing aura.

Unable to resist the temptation, you decided to see how your flirtatious efforts would be received, running a hand through your tousled hair and adjusting the revealing crop top that had inadvertently become the center of attention.

"Hey, so, I was thinking..." you began, "I really want to thank you for carrying this heavy package. It's been a lifesaver. How about a glass of water to cool off?"

The delivery person's smirk deepened, and he chuckled, seemingly amused by the sudden change in tone. "Well, I wouldn't say no to that. A glass of water sounds perfect right about now."

As you lead him to the kitchen, you introduce yourself "Thanks again for the delivery," you said, attempting to keep the conversation light while your mind was buzzing with anticipation.

He extended a hand with that ever-present smirk, "I'm Hongjoong. Nice to meet you." The touch of his hand sent a shiver down your spine, you truly need to get laid but then your insecurity of your stomach pouch clouds your mind.

Pouring a glass of water, you handed it to Hongjoong, making sure your fingers grazed his ever so slightly. "Here you go, Hongjoong. Thanks for being my hero today," you teased, a seductive glint in your eyes.

He accepted the glass, his smirk never wavering. "My pleasure. Heroes do enjoy a cool drink now and then."

As you handed Hongjoong the glass of water, you couldn't resist pushing the flirtatious banter a step further. "You have no idea how this heat has been killing me," you confessed, your voice dropping to a teasing tone. "It's like a relentless wave that just won't let up."

Hongjoong chuckled, his eyes holding a knowing glint. "Tell me about it. It's a real scorcher out there."

Deciding to show rather than tell, you moved to the freezer and grabbed an ice cube, a playful smile on your lips. "Watch this," you murmured, pressing the ice cube to your neck. The cold shock made you shiver, and you let out a soft gasp, allowing the ice to trace a path down your neck and onto your chest. The water from the melting ice cascaded down, leaving a glistening trail on your exposed skin and dampening your clothes slightly.

The room seemed to heat up even more as you continued the display, the sensual act of the melting ice becoming a silent invitation. Hongjoong's gaze intensified, his eyes now fixated on the provocative scene unfolding before him. "It's like a sauna in here," you remarked, your movements deliberate as you let the ice cube trace a path across your collarbone and down between your breasts.

Hongjoong's smirk deepened, and he took another sip of water, his eyes locked on you. "You're not wrong about that," he replied, his voice low and husky. "Mind if I borrow that ice cube?" he said, his tone teasing yet filled with a sensual promise.

Your playful smile persisted as you handed him the ice cube. Hongjoong took the ice from your fingertips. He mirrored your earlier movements, pressing the ice to his own neck, then allowing it to trail down his chest.

As the water cascaded over his defined torso, you couldn't help but bite your lip, your gaze fixed on the alluring sight. Hongjoong's eyes locked onto yours, "You know," he began, his voice dropping to a needy tone, "there are more ways to beat this heat."

A mischievous glint sparkled in your eyes as you played along, "Oh really? Care to show me?"

As Hongjoong's hands found their way to your waist then his touch grazed your love handle, and you instinctively tensed up. "Don't be ashamed of that," he whispered, his voice a seductive murmur against your ear. "I love those," he continued, his fingers digging slightly deeper into your skin.

Feeling the heat of the moment, Hongjoong closed the remaining distance between you, his lips crashing onto yours with a sinful urgency. The kiss was a heady blend of desire and passion, and as his tongue forcefully sought entrance into your mouth, you moaned at the intoxicating sensation. The taste of him was divine.

The sinful dance of tongues and the intensity of the kiss left you breathless. Hongjoong's hands explored your body with a confident touch, igniting sparks of pleasure. His fingers traced the contours of your skin.

In a daring move, you broke the kiss, locking eyes with Hongjoong with a sensual gaze. "I think we can find an even better way to cool down," you teased, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. Hongjoong's eyes darkened with desire as he eagerly awaited your next move.

With a provocative confidence, you dropped to your knees in front of him, your eyes never leaving his. A gasp escaping his lips at that. As you knelt before him, "You seemed to enjoy the show," you murmured before mouthing at his clothed crotch to which a grunt escaped his lips.

“Let’s make the show even better.” With that, you quickly get rid of your shirt revealing your naked upper body to him, your chest in full view of him, “I hate my stomach but I’m quite proud of my tits.”

Hongjoong seemed to be in awe at that, he was loving it even with your fats, fuck he was perfect and to reward him, you quickly work on his pants and pulled it down along his boxer revealing his erected cock.

Grabbing your breast, you rub them between your tits as you gave him a sensual look as you continue on working your tits around his cock as Hongjoong throw his head back, “Fuck you’re so good.” Breathing out and panting out, Your boobjob continued unabated. His face twisted into a variety of different expressions.

Satisfied at getting him fully hard and ready, you wasted no time and sealing your mouth around the tip of his raging red cock as his cursed out, your tongue swirling around the tip before laying flat on it before continue sucking on it, your gaze locked onto his whom had his mouth slightly open, head tilted as he looked down on you.

Without warning, you took him whole in your mouth as he cursed out, his fingers gripped into your hair as you began to suck him with much fervor, your eyes never leaving his resisting the urge to not gagged as you continue the harsh in and out motions never stopping as your hand palmed onto his balls, “Fuck, you’re so good at that, your mouth is such a sin.”

Sucking him even harder and feeling his veiny cock to hit the back of your throat as you gagged but your mouth not leaving your new addiction, then slightly bringing in your teeth to graze along the length which seemed to make Hongjoong to see some stars.

“So hungry for my cock huh?” Hongjoong, voice roughened in pleasure. “Like being choked with that? Bet your cunt is just as greedy as your mouth. Gonna fuck—” With that he released all in your mouth as you took everything and licked his cock clean.

Hongjoong gripped on your arm and pulled you up as a demonic smirk played on his lips, “Let’s give you what you want.” With that he turned your around and bend you onto the couch, one knee against the couch as your fingers tug onto the top of the couch, “Fuck you’re such a sight, best delivery of my life.”

Almost ripping your shorts, he quickly ripped off your underwear as it slapped against your skin before ripping. His hand dug as your hip as he teasingly rubbed hs cock against your entrance but you were not up for any foreplay, as you just slammed yourself hard against his cock as you cried out in pleasure as he cursed out, “Fuck, you’re such a needy devil. Let’s waste no time then.”

Hongjoong thrusts upward forcefully, causing you to bounce on his lap, and a high-pitched moan escapes you before he began to mercilessly fuck you hard then his hand reached to grope one of your tits hard as he pinched your nipple as you cried out in bliss, “Fuck fuck fuck….yes please….Mhmmm.”

His clothed stomach pressed against your back as he leaned closer to bite onto your shoulder, he was the true devil here and that made his cock to reach even further inside of you, “Oh fuck, don't stop.” Biting onto your shoulder and sucking as he continued to thrust his hips forward as your eyes rolled back at his animalistic behavior.

Your vision went dark and screamed out as a hard orgasm ripped through you as Hongjoong continue to pound into you chasing his own highs before he remove himself from you and strings of cums landed onto your bared back, “Fuck..” He breathed out and panting out against your shoulder, “You felt so good, fuck, your tits, ass, thighs and stomach, you’re a wonder.”

You couldn't help but to laugh but your body goes limp as you both fell onto the couch, “Well fuck the heat, I’m lucky to have score a man who love all those insecurities of mine.”

The man grinned as he let you lay on the couch as you laid on the couch, “I’m more of a man that prefers to have something to grab.” With that he spank your ass as you gasp as playfully kick him with your leg, “That was such good sex though.”

“Well blame the heat for making me so horny.” You couldn't help but to giggle, “Feel I need to make more deliveries if I get to have you to be the delivery person.” “How about this?” You began to propose an idea, “I don't really do this but you got me curious, how about we exchange numbers so we can do it more properly?”

Hesitant and scared, not sure whether such a man would like the kind of idea you were proposing, this man seemed too good to be true, way out of your own league was what you thought but his praises to you had make you to want to know more about him, “If you don't want to, then all good, we can just consider it a one time thing.”

But his smile that he gave you, erased all your doubts as he landed another spank onto your ass as he chuckle, “I’ll continue to do that if you don't stop looking down at yourself.” He was perfect, “I’d like that, you got me curious as well, maybe then I can praise your body more until you see how fucking gorgeous you’re.”

“Even with my stomach pouch?” You laughed.

He grinned and smack your ass harder as you whine, “I was fucking you hard right? I couldn't care less about that but your tits are so fucking good and I want to grab your handles even more, why you women hate that, I fucking love it.”

This man was a wonder but then a genuine smile appeared on his lips, “Let me take you out? I know this place that’s not hot at all and the food is quite great and if you are still up to it…” His fingers traced alongside your legs, “Maybe we could hit either of our places and try to beat this heat?”

Turning onto your back leaning onto your elbows as you looked at him, you couldn't help but to smile as you wrapped your leg around him, his hungry eyes landing on your exposed chest as you nodded, “Well I would truly like that idea.”

Who knew a simple delivery could lead to that, it started with lust and even if it ends on that, at least you’ll have a great time.

[enemywasp]

I think it's kinda silly how some TCOAAL fans try to make Andrew out as innocent in every aspect whilst Ashley is the evil one, particularly with the incest. Like I've had antis claim they can like andrew cause hes the victim of his sisters obsession when Andrew is the one who makes the situation romantic it sexual the most.

Sure, Ashley is clingy and pushy. She thought them hooking up was inevitable. But she doesn't actually care how close they are and in what way as long as he is hers. It doesn't have to be sexual or romantic, she just wants him.

Whereas Andrews the one surrounded by guilt. Hes the one who casually plays with her hair and wraps his arm round her, looping his finger in her belt holes. Hes the one who made his girlfriend style herself in ways that remind him of his sister. Hes the one who takes it that step further, who wants it. Who wants her.

And Ashley knows it.