#i think she had wanted the promotion for her hubby and was upset the girl who got it got it but like....your man is doing fine. relax.

[kpgimpactor]

🫥…

[lunawritingspaceoxoxxx]

You Right I

WARNINGS: RAPE, SEX TRAFFICKING, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, FORCED PREGNANCY, MISCARRIAGE. I WILL HAVE TRIGGERING SCENES MARKED. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART AND MINORS, GO READ SOMETHING ELSE.

2018

“Ethan….you know this isn’t right...Ryan is waiting for me at home...it’s our…” She whimpered as his hands traveled along her curves as he teased her, kissing down her neck. “Tesoro, we both know, what you want is not him.” He nipped at her ear as he slid his hand underneath her shirt as he pulled at her lace straps. Ethan pulled off her shirt, biting his lip as marveled at her lace covered breasts. He knew that boy wasn’t treating she wanted, she wanted to be treated like a princess, worshipped and loved, but in private, Ethan made sure that Y/N was his submissive, only here for his pleasure only and she loved that, he can just say hello and she’ll come crawling to him.

Y/N let her head fall back as she watched their bodies through the mirror on the ceiling, shuddering to the sight above them. Ethan’s tongue roamed her body as he slipped his hands in the matching thong. “Pay attention to me, tesoro.” With that, he tore the flimsy material from her body, dropping the shreds as he dropped her onto the bed, “Ethan, those were expensive!” He scoffed, tossing his shirt to the side as he climbed between her legs, which she quickly tried to close them. “Ethan..” “You want me, we’ve done this multiple times already, what’s stopping you now?” “Ryan proposed to me!” Ethan stopped in his tracks, thoroughly confused as he sat back. “What do you mean by that? You’re going to marry that coglione!?” She gawked at him, hitting his leg. “He’s not a fucker! He’s kind and he’s going to treat me right!” He pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing before he climbed out, grabbing his shirt.

“...Y/N, I’ll back off, go live your little fantasy life with Ryan. I’m more so pissed off that you weren’t going to stop this, were you?” He asked, looking down at her, absolutely disgusted. “You know that I love you and I would do anything for you, but this is a slap on the face.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she grabbed her clothes, shaking her head. “Why are you making this about you? You’ve been coming onto me and-” “And you haven’t stopped me, you’ve pushed me into closets, begging me to gag you on my cock,” He hovered over her as his dark eyes locked onto hers,”screaming me for me to fuck you with an audience. You seek me out more than I do, so tell me, what are you going to do when he can’t scratch that itch you have? Finger yourself at the thought of me, using you like a cheap whore. Am I wrong?”

Y/N looked the other way, knowing the truth as she was going to speak up, her phone rang. Future Hubby. ‘Babe, where are you? We have reservations tonight at that really fancy place…’ She began to dress herself, mindlessly agreeing with whatever he was saying. “Baby, I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy with work and you know my boss is trying to promote me…” Ethan rolled his eyes as he leaned on his bed, looking through his messages as he was determined to get laid tonight. He brushed back his long, luscious locks before looking back up at Y/N, narrowing his eyes at her. “Why are you still here? Unless you want to watch me fuck some random girl.” She quickly made her exit as she rubbed her eyes, not wanting to cry for a man.

Why am I crying over a man? I should be happy that I’m getting married to someone who I could trust with all my heart. She also felt extremely guilty, her hands weren’t clean as well, but she honestly thought that this was just going to be fling between her and Ryan. He wasn’t looking for anything serious, that's what she thought too until her parents gave her an ultimatum, find a decent boy and I’ll pay for your studies abroad and 4 years later, still with Ryan, he wasn’t a bad, just little bland and vanilla for her liking. She liked men like Ethan, who wasn’t afraid of pushing boundaries and trying new things and her father obviously didn’t care for Ethan.

To him, Ethan was a manwhore and had no redeemable qualities, he was just drummer in a band who loved to fuck and he didn’t his daughter failing prey to that. She quickly took a cab to their shared apartment, sighing as she set her things down. “Love? I’m home…” She trailed off, seeing him in the living room, sipping on a glass of wine. “Why aren’t you ready yet? I thought we had reservations-” “I cancelled them, I didn’t feel like going out anymore, not after what I know.” He tossed a thick envelope onto the coffee table as he carefully watched her. “Do you want to explain this...affair that you’ve been having behind my back for sometime now.” She swallowed nervously as she shuffled on her feet. “You can’t, can you? You’re just some slutty whore, who opens their legs out for anyone, don’t you? Maybe I can use that to my advantage, pimp you out and profit off you.” She rapidly shook her head no, slowly backing up as he stood. “No, I think I will, if not, I’ll send your precious daddy, every photo and video of you being a slut.”

“You wouldn’t dare, you simultaneously fuck yourself over too! M-My father-” Ryan backhanded her, rolling his eyes as he looked down at her. He watched as she started to cry, holding herself. “Don’t feel sorry for yourself, sweetheart. You caused this, you couldn’t be satisfied with what I gave you. Now, you’re going to be daddy’s good little girl and you're going to do everything I say. Y/N’s stomach fell in horror as she could only think of the possibilities that he was going to do to her, she tried scrambling to her feet, but Ryan was faster as he grabbed her hair, yanking her up. “You’re going to do what I say and you’re going to do it with no complaints.”

Ethan sighed as he pushed some random girl off of him, climbing out of bed as he walked to the bathroom. He tied his long hair in a bun, washing his face. He was serious about not contacting her, he wanted her to choose who she wanted and not play around his feelings. “I had fun last night, we should do it again.” He narrowed his eyes at the woman, shrugging off her hands as he faced her. “I don’t even know your name and I really don’t give a fuck.” She gasped as he pushed past her, getting ready for rehearsals. Once he stepped into the studio, he sighed as Y/N wasn’t there, she hasn’t been here in the past three months. “So we’re close to releasing our first album and we need to start really focusing in and producing like it’s our last thing. We’re gonna have to be in the studio more often than not, probably pulling all nighters. That goes for you Ethan, just slow down on the groupies, I know you and Y/N are going through a rough patch, but I’m going to need you to focus.”

Ethan just nodded as he stepped into the booth, grabbing his practice drumsticks. It was obvious that he was bothered by Damiano’s comment, he knew that Damiano picked up on his feelings for her and watched him do nothing about it, loving to throw it up in his face, every single time. “Dude, why do you do that?” Thomas questioned, giving him a side look. “You always comment on Y/N, maybe he doesn’t want to hear about her. Her snobby husband always has her on his arm, anywhere they go. Why remind him that he lost a good thing?” Damiano sputtered as he tried to deny his dickish attitude towards him. “Look, I know he’s still missing Y/N, but it’s been like six weeks, almost 2 months. Is the pussy that good?” “Damiano, please stop watching American TV, let’s just start recording, before we get too distracted.” Vic pushed everyone else in, closing the door behind them.

------------------------BAD STUFF, NO READ IF UPSETTING-------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Y/N, suck harder and stop using your teeth.” She flinched as she was abused by her “client” as Ryan watched, stroking himself. Ryan chuckled as he watched, licking his lips. He thought he was a genius, he preyed on her vulnerabilities and used her to where no one would believe her. “How much for her pussy?” The sleazy man croaked, reaching for her thong. “I have a suitcase for about ten thousand as a downpayment.” Ryan’s eyebrow arched up as he glanced over at the suitcase. “And if you allow me to cum in her, I’ll add another 30 thousand onto it.” Y/N looked between the two, growing nervous as she wiggled her way to the door. “...Add 20 thousand and you can do anything you want with her, just don’t kill her.” Ryan smirked as Y/N was pulled onto her face as the man forced his way inside of her. “God, her pussy feels so fucking good.” Y/N sobbed as she tried kicking him, just trying to stop this torture and the stranger shoved her face in the pillows.

Ryan sighed as his phone ranged, groaning as he answered it. “Ryan McGower, this has better be important.” “Hi, Mr. McGower, I saw your wife’s….interesting ad and I was wondering if she could handle..more extreme intercourse.” Ryan watched as she thrashed about, sobbing as she looked into his eyes. He could end this with one word, but she damaged him, what did Ethan Torchio have that he didn’t have? “Darling? Did you ever love that bastard?” Y/N gave him a confused look, shaking her head. “Who are you even talking about?” “Of course she can, I’m the one who’s training her. She can and will take everything you give her.”

She whimpered, cringing at her drenched panties, crying as she felt the man finally come inside of her. “Holy fuck, that’s some good pussy right there, I may have to come by later.” He smirked as he pulled apart her lower lips as they watched the cum slowly flow and drip out onto the floor. “She’s not on contraceptives or has that implant?” “No, I got them removed awhile back,” Y/N wanted to throw up, she quickly rushed to the bathroom, regurgitating the small breakfast that she had. She held the toilet as she silently cried, wanting this nightmare to end.

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Ethan wanted to go home, this large crowd wasn’t helping his mood and he just wanted to go home and drink in the privacy of his own home. darling.y/n - last online 4 months ago Shutting his phone off as he tried to ignore that gnawing feeling that was eating at his stomach. “Dude, are you okay? You keep scaring off girls.” Thomas asked, shouted as he slipped in next to him. “Is it about Y/N?” Ethan finally had enough, wanting to scream this at the top of his lungs. “Yeah, it is, I’m in love with her and I just miss her so fucking much, she hasn’t kept in touch with me, so I don’t know if she’s doing okay. I’m just concerned because something doesn’t feel right and I can’t put it together.” Thomas blankly stared at him, shaking his head. “Dude, just go to her house, fuck her husband. What’s the worst could he do? Move halfway around the globe?”

Ethan jumped out of the taxi as he rushed to Y/N’s front door, quickly knocking on it. He started ringing the doorbell impatiently before a strange woman poked her head out the door, shaking her head no before handing him an elegant note.

For those who are wondering, the missus and I are going to our second home to celebrate our first pregnancy and we would like for any inquiries to go through our assistant before you attempt to personally contact us. If you would like to send us any baby needs, you can do so to this address.

-From the McGowers

The mysterious lady snatched it from his hands before shutting the door unlocking it, Ethan sighed as he kicked a pole, frustrated with himself. ‘A baby? Is that what she wanted, a family, we could’ve….’ He stopped as he realized that it wouldn’t have worked out, he would be traveling too much and he couldn’t ask his bandmates to accommodate a screaming baby. “Fuck that, I want to hear this out of her own words, if she’s happy, then i’m happy and i’ll call it a day.” He headed back to his apartment, dialing Damiano as he fast walked, ignoring the strange looks thrown at him. “Damiano, you have a bigger social circle than me and you probably rub elbows with rich people on a daily basis. I need you to find where Y/N’s second home is. I have a bad feeling about this.”

Damiano looked at his phone on the other line, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Mio caro amico(My dear friend), you need to let her go, she’s married now, has a husband now and she’s probably going to have a child soon. Why are you going to stop her happiness?” “Damiano, she wasn’t happy when she got married, you saw those wedding photos, she looked miserable as fuck in them.” Damiano sighed, pushing his partner off of him as he sat up. “If I help you and we find an answer, any answer whether you like it or not, we’re going to stop searching for her, okay?” “....Okay.”

[themurphyzone]

Ficlet: Zone Wars: The Anti-Ship War

An explanation for this ficlet: @revenblue‘s Perryshmirtz Discord server was hit by trolls recently. They did not respect the rules and caused much annoyance for the mods and other users. Before they were banned, they accused us of supporting pedophilia and bestiality with the Perryshmirtz ship and hurled abusive remarks at a few people. 

That’s the abridged version pretty much. Moral of the story: Don’t do what they did. 

As a result, this ficlet is pretty much venting.

Sara yawned, rubbing her eye with one hand as she grabbed her phone from its resting place next to her pillow. She must’ve fallen asleep while waiting for a comment for the chapter she posted last night.

“I guess one comment is better than nothing,” Sara mused as she opened the message. She regretted it immediately. 

zoniellesux: omg how do u 7ive yurself posting this trash!!!! y r u tainting my hubby zone w/ her 7ike grow up jeez. danie77e tried to ki77 zone so u r clear7y supporting unhea7thy re7ationships. 

“Ugh,” Sara groaned. “Antis. Blocking.” 

She deleted the comment and refreshed the site to make sure it was gone. Then she slipped her books into her backpack and thought nothing more of it. 

The backroom in the comic shop was always reserved for Zonians on Wednesday afternoons. “Ready for your introduction?” Sara eagerly asked Neal. This was his first Zonian meeting, and she’d spent the last week preparing him for this moment.

“Sure am,” Neal gave her a cute, nervous smile. She could practically feel Dr. Zone!Sara slapping her brain tissue and shouting at her to not fizzle out. “Be nice, and if you can’t use canon evidence to support your headcanon, tread very carefully.” 

Sara grinned. “Yup! Remember those two things, and you’ll be just fine. Oh hey, there’s Wally! I think you’ll like him.” 

Wally hadn’t noticed them, since he was too busy typing on a laptop. “I don’t care if you’re a Level 100 Trashcandroid Queenslayer, you have no right to spam this channel,” he muttered. 

“Hey, Wally! I just wanted to introduce you to Neal, he’s kind of a newbie,” Sara said, her grin quickly shifting into a frown when he ignored her. “Okay, you’re clearly busy with something, so we’ll talk later I guess.” 

“Hey, it’s fine,” Neal reassured her. “The Space Adventure fandom gets like this too.” 

“A Speckie, huh?” someone said behind her. Sara jumped, whipping around to glare at Kris, who adjusted her spectacles with a smirk. “Way better than a Finkie. Those guys have no respect for logic and superior technology.” 

“Kris, this is my boyfriend, Neal,” Sara said. “He’s new to Dr. Zone.”

Kris scrutinized him closely. “Hmm, you seem to have the aesthetic of a Prepperogan, but the personality of a Soarnak.”

Neal stepped back, helplessly looking at Sara for an explanation. “It’s a compliment,” she said. “You have a better first impression on her. When we met, she compared me to a Trashcandroid.”

“You had rotten bananas in your hair,” Kris retorted.

“Yeah, I was knocked into a dumpster when Milo crashed into me while he was trapped in that giant hamster ball,” Sara shrugged. 

“Anyway, since you’re a Zonielle shipper, I was hoping you could cheer up Hannah over there,” Kris pointed to a small table in the corner, where a petite girl sat alone. Her arms were completely covered in fandom bracelets, and Sara couldn’t help but wonder if she actually got circulation in her upper limbs. “From what I got out of her, she’s been hit by some pretty vicious anons lately.”

“Alright,” Sara said. “On one condition. You help Neal get acquainted with some of the people here. You okay with that?” 

“Deal,” Kris said. “You have to meet Josh. Guy made a life-sized Time Ape out of tin foil!” 

Neal agreed, though he looked slightly intimidated at being dragged to a large group of enthusiastic cosplayers. 

She sat down on the opposite side from Hannah, who looked pointedly to the ground. “So, hi. I’m Sara. I don’t think we’ve met before,” Sara said awkwardly. 

“You’re the girl who gave that inspirational speech on the day of the movie,” Hannah supplied. 

“Yeah, that was me,” Sara replied. “Kris said anons were giving you trouble?” 

Hannah dabbed at her face with the edge of her shirt, then slid her phone across the table. “I know Danielle tried to kill Dr. Zone. But I like the dynamic. I didn’t think I was promoting...you know.”  

Sara read over the anonymous messages, wincing slightly at the heavy profanity. “Yeah, I feel your pain. I actually woke up one of those comments on a Zonielle oneshot I posted last night. I don’t believe you’re doing anything wrong, if that helps.” 

“Maybe I misunderstood the characters?” Hannah blinked, now flicking through her fanfiction to find anything that might’ve made people upset. 

Sara shook her head. “Don’t worry. Everyone has their own interpretation. Nothing wrong with that. Zonielle shippers tend to be antagonized in some circles though.” 

“So...are more people actually gonna see these comments?” Hannah asked. 

“Well, the website you’re using doesn’t quite have the best block and delete system. Personal experience with that. But if you’d like, I can show you how to get rid of those comments....” 

[ardentmuse]

Oh, oh. Since you posted the ask thing, I wanna know how you met your hubby. He sounds just as lovely as you are and I'm sure you're wonderful together. It kinda feels like he's the main inspiration behind all the genuine emotions and love you portray in your works, especially for characters like Merlin and Harry. I'm really curious to know. 😊❤️

I love this question. And yes, he’s most definitely the inspiration behind a lot of my writing. I’m still so in love with him after six years together. And he’s a Merlin type: a logical engineer with a witty one liners and lots of adorable awkwardness.

We met on campus first day freshman year of college. I was living in the all girls dorm and hubby (whom I will call N throughout) was living in the all boys dorm at the top of the hill. I took a group of girls up to the all boys dorm out of curiosity and my husband’s room was the first when you entered. He played tour guide to us and I spent a long night there playing Mario Kart with him and his RA.

We didn’t hit it off right away though. I was dating a boy from high school who cheated on me a few weeks later. N started dating this horrid woman in November (she’ll come up again later).

Sophomore year, we both became RAs and then applied for the community advisor role. CA was a position reserved primarily for seniors and grad students. You oversaw an entire dorm of RAs and the programming and professional development for them. To be a junior and get it was rare. I got the job and N did not.

As CA, you got to hire you staff in this weird draft system. I got my dream team except I also got N. I didn’t want N, not because he was a bad RA (he was one of the best) but because I assumed there would be some resentment as I was holding the position he wanted. As a result, my team was super close-knit (that was my skill as a CA) but N was sometimes left out.

One of the jobs of a CA was holding one-on-ones with your staff to listen  to their problems, help them with their residents, and provide them mentoring. In these weekly meetings, I got to know N as a man and fell in love with the kind, compassionate, and thoughtful intellect he was. I also had to listen to his problems with his girlfriend.

She was THE WORST. I was in a sorority and friends with girls in her sorority. One night I was in her common room and I overheard her talking to her friends, saying that the only reason she was with N was because he was hella smart and would make good money someday so she wouldn’t have to work. She was complaining that he was a horrible lover (I don’t know what she was doing because that is DEFINITIVELY not true) and bored her to death. I was livid. How dare she not see what a catch she had.

In talking with a mutual friend, I realized I was upset not because N was being treated badly but because I was the one who wanted to treat him better. And so I pined for a long time.

Come the end of the school year, N had been promoted to community advisor! When we were packing up the dorm and were off the clock at noon, at 11:55am N asked when I am leaving, and requesting that I stay ten minutes. At 12:05pm, when I am no longer his boss, he shows up at my door with a box of his things to explain that he broke up with horrid girlfriend. I comforted him as he cried, held him, and finally told him what I had overheard all those months ago.

I went to Europe with my best friend and brother for the summer. I sent N post cards from every city, cryptic love notes (that he still has). I thought I was doing the best thing, letting my feelings be known while giving him space to heal. But he was oblivious and just thought I was being a good supportive friend.

When we arrived back on campus senior year, things changed. There was a romantic tension palpable now and come day three of community advisor training, I couldn’t take it any more. After a party, we were both in our rooms texting each other and I said something about tennis. I think I was trying to express my feelings for him, saying I was serving and nothing was being returned to me, that it felt like I was hitting him in the face with tennis balls. He showed up at my room just minutes later with a tennis ball somehow that he threw to me. I caught it and he took me in his arms, said, “I get it now,” and kissed me. He came into my room and we cuddled through the night.

We’ve known each other nine years, been together six years, married for two, and happy forever!

[j2littleshits-blog]

The reason for the secrecy surrounding odette is because gen and her overwhelmingly disgusting need for attention sold the rights to photo odette to People magazine. A drop on goss made it quite clear. That woman will do anything for attention. Was there a huge need for an announcement of the previous pregnancies on Live With Kelly? If the answer is no, it's because gen knows she will never work again as an actress because she's not that good. W/out hubs/kids, g/d IG/blogs will FAIL.

 Continued from the anon ask about gens People photo shoot. My question that I ran out of room for is, what is going to happen to gen and danneel if they don’t have hubby or kiddies to put in their IG acts or blogs? Neither of them made it past a show or two. They don’t even rate really. And if they did they both are FFF listers. No one wants to know about them they only care about Jared Jensen and the kids. It was like that before the guys got married. Seriously, what can they do than spend $$

Are these two from the same anon? Now do this with me, anon(s), breathe in– breathe out– Again, breathe in– breathe out– Okay feel better?

My answer for these Asks is YES-AND-NO. Bearding is a business, a two-edged sword, you give and you take. The beards wouldn’t be so dumb just spending time to be lovable wives and mothers with nothing in return. The Js paid them with money and reputation, they offer kids and “support”. I hate these in any forms but here they are :(

I agree with you on their attitudes, sometimes they act really arrogant over things and emphasize the marriages in a way we found RIDICULOUS. The Live With Kelly? NOPE NOPE NOPE it was toooooooo awkward to watch. LIVE, repeat, L-I-V-E. G standing besides the stage, Jay announcing the pregnancy, camera instantly switches to G fuck yes in a SECOND great job camera man! , hosts acting surprised-we-dont-know-shit-just-awww-it-all-the-way, wow great jobs here actors! So obviously planned and pain to watch. I didn’t feel Jay was happy to announce it, my heart is still hurting you know? I do wanna know why Jay kept a mouth. He quickly pass through the congrats at SeaCon, he simply did retweet for the arrival, he didn’t talk much. THAT IS HIS NEW BORN HELLO? We have G using Odette as her blog promotion, wouldn’t be surprise if People Magazine helps them to do the same. Sad but at least, Jay agrees with it. Like I said, a two-edged sword, I don’t think Jay is some kind of victim who can only follows beard’s plan. And I hate this concept.

“I had a funny conversation with my psychiatrist, where I was concern about like messing up my kids, I was like, man, I’m afraid I’m uh do something that gonna stick with them…” He knows.

FAKE as hell but this is how their PR works :( Do anything to call attention, do anything to remind us our boys are STRAIGHT, do anything to make money from S/_/N family because fans are so blind and will swallow every concept they sell. If the beards are so success on their careers they don’t need to beard ;) If they are such sweet girls they will find their Mr.Right other than spending years faking to be sweet wives ;) Other than spending $$ they are still helping to raise the kids, providing a loving mama in happy family image to the little ones. Therefore I’m YES-AND-NO here, hope you won’t be too upset that two FFF listers is now packed with the boys.