Hi my friends. I have been quiet again after promising a new chapter, but something happened the day after I made that post. I started getting messages from a Tumblr user (I won't reveal the username because I reported them to Tumblr for their behavior).
Anyways, they found my fic Falling Into Boiling Trouble on AO3 and started accusing me of plagiarizing their fic! Thing is.... their fic isn't even posted anywhere! It's something that the user has had in a notebook for three years, but has not posted because they don't post Owl House content on their account, just Transformers and Star Wars. They tried proving that I plagiarized, but changed a few details. Like pairing Lilith and Stanford, whereas their fic paired Lilith with Belos for some reason? They also said that I copied the details of Lilith apologizing to Amity and Hunter! How can I do that when the fanfiction isn't in the internet!
I kept debunking their claims, so they switched gears and then accused me of using AI to write! WTF? I have NEVER USED AI FOR ANY OF MY WRITING! FANFICTION OR OTHERWISE! I REFUSE to use AI for writing and art! I tried blocking them, but they just used a different account to keep cussing me out! They even sent a message that said: "If you don't come clean, I will find you! And I will ☠️☠️☠️☠️ you in your sleep!"
I blocked the other account and reported both to Tumblr. My anxiety has been everywhere! My meds, weighted stuffed animals, therapy sessions, and deep breathing techniques have been working overtime! So, yeah.... I've been dealing with a lot.... I definitely DID NOT SEE something like this happening!
I wanted to fill you all in when my anxieties settled and things quieted down, I owe you that.
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For the last few days I went absolutely nuts and kept writing it like someone hypnotized me to do so. I promised it @keanuchillz and here you go darling, it’s a Santino smut (bossy Italian mobster is my type, okay?) which is a part of my upcoming chaptered fic “Vanishing point” and I already have an idea for a prequel to it. A glimpse of Juliet’s past with D’Antonio. Oh, and sorry for a massive amount of butchered Italian sentences!
DESCRIPTION: The surprise visit she payed Santino wasn’t at first what he thought it was, but the tables turned and it ended up as everything he could dream of.
Juliet held the blade close to his cheek, the cold, yet perfectly sharp edge was cutting its way into his skin, but she kept her hand still, hasn’t moved it an inch, like she tried to show him that second thoughts flooded her mind and that she indeed walked here with the intention of slashing his throat open, but now… now it wasn’t the first thing she wanted to do to him.
A thin stream of blood started to run down his chin and onto his tanned neck. She flinched, her eyes grew wider as she stared at him, the thought of hurting the man made her hand quiver now. Pressing his body onto the wall of his own goddamn apartment, her slim fingers grabbed him by his throat, forcefully moving his head to the side, the roughness of her action made him groan.
The spot on his cheek where she kept her knife pressed into his skin was cut quite deeply, droplets of blood became more visible now. As they began to slide down his neck, forming a small red stream, she removed the blade from the man’s skin, then she threw it to the side, letting it fall freely to the marble floor and pressed her sleeve to the place where she cut him.
“Never thought you'd fuck with my brain” she hissed through her gritted teeth and laid her forehead on her hand pressed to his bleeding skin. He smelled like he just freshly got out of shower, the scent of his soap reminded her of all the years they’ve spent together.
“What, puppa? I thought you wanted to uccidere me” his voice echoed in her ears. Juliet cursed loudly, gripping his chin with her both hands, now forcing him to look at her.
“I wanted to do many things to you” Santino licked his lips and just the view of him doing it made her heart pound, “killing you was one of them, but apparently my brain's logical functions are corrotto by the heart shit.”
“Amore...” he breathed out and she felt his hand creeping up her hip, then onto her thigh and she squeezed his wound with her hand making him groan in pain.
“Don't do it, D’Antonio. Or I’d have to pugnalare you” the way he smiled after hearing her words made the blood in her veins boil. She felt like she was in high fever. Her whole body was burning, not with a revenge, but with a desire.
After she moved her hand away from his face, he pressed it to his chest, then slowly slid it down to his belt and it looked like he just squirmed under her touch, a little moan escaping from his lips, “Julietta, tu sei l'unico a sapere di toccarmi” he purred, trying to caress her cheek with his hand, but she slapped it away.
Juliet grabbed the gun he had tucked in his pants, removing the weapon from the place it was hidden in, cackling at him, at the way he became soft and muddy under the touch of her hand.
“I’m not trying to please you, just disarming you, Santino, amore” she lifted his own gun up to his face jiggling it in her hand right in front of it, then dropped it to the floor letting it fall onto the marbled floor with a loud thud and she gasped, sliding the gun to the other side of the room with her feet.
Removing the damp material of her sleeve from his face she noticed that the bleeding has luckily finally stopped, “You need a cerotto for that one” she grazed the outline of the wound with her fingers and Santino grabbed her hand moving it away from him.
“How am I going to look now, pupa? Being… cut by you is a true honor now, but what am I going to say to i miei soci?” he held her hand in his, the delicacy of his fingers always amazed her. His hand were always soft, they never felt worn out. It felt like he hasn’t ever killed anyone, he had a variety of henchmen who would do that in his name.
“You’re too soft, Santino. You’re like a orsacchiotto di peluche. I know all of your weak points.”
“Sì, che lo sai” he kissed her fingers, then smooched her knuckles and moved to the top of her hand, leaving a wet kiss onto it. He licked his lips, like he was trying to remind himself of how her sun-kissed skin tasted, unable to look away. It was the first time he saw her with shorter hair. The long auburn waves were now ending few inches above her shoulders, but everything about her still looked stunning.
The need for touching her skin he felt now, seemed quite insane to him, but he was desperate to feel the warmth of her body pressed next to his. Even if it had to include a cold blade from one of her knives pressed to his neck.
“Better tell me where you keep your first-aid kit, Santino” there was no need to take her hand away from his grip, so he used this unusual reunion to plant kisses all over it once again and she didn’t objected. In fact, she always loved his kisses, feeling how his soft lips were moving all over her, especially in those places she never let anybody else kiss her, except for him.
Once again he delicately brushed her knuckles with his mouth, tasting their rosy scent and Juliet hummed in appreciation for the gesture.
“Lascia che ti tocchi, pupa” he breathed against her hand and she just smiled, taking few steps back, so she could have a better look at him.
“You’re already touching me, Santino.”
“But I know you want more” he wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed her body flush against his, “I know you want più” Santino moved his face closer to hers and breathed inches away from her lips. Delicately he let go of her hand, moving his own to her lips, brushing Juliet’s lips with his thumb, “Così morbida, yet così fiera” when he pressed his lips onto hers she firstly wanted to flinch away, but the temptation won and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in even closer.
He squeezed her waist, letting her bite his lower lip, a groan eliciting from his mouth, “Mi sei mancata, Santino” she mumbled softly against his lips. Nodding his head few times he went back to kissing her hungrily, famished for the taste of her mouth.
Santino was scared he lost her, but now she was back, with a different intention, but after all it was still the same woman he had loved for ages, the one that left without even saying a word. She was back and once again he could hold her in his arms.
“I missed you too Julietta. I thought I lost you…” he tightened the embrace, his wounded cheek pressed to hers, as they both tried to catch their breaths, “Mi amore” looking right into her eyes he repeated that over and over again, “Mi amore, Mi amore, Mi amore...”
Juliet cupped his face in her hands, forcing her lips close to his his, moaning into the kiss when their mouths were again smashed together. Santino moved his hands from her waist onto her butt, squeezing them, feeling the thin fabric of her pants under his fingertips. She shivered, his hands desperately moving all over her body.
All he wanted was to touch her for the rest of the evening. He undid the zipper of her hoodie, his eyes glowed what she had underneath it. Moving his lips from hers he left a trail of kisses from there through her chin, her neck and between her breasts.
“Scopami, Santino” she purred when he stripped the piece of clothing from her arms and threw it across the room.
“Ti farò sentire che stai in cielo” he knelled before her, his tongue pressed flat to her skin, leaving a wet trail from her sternum all the way down to the her navel. Juliet moaned, her hand entwining with his un-gelled hair, twirling the soft strands around her fingers, tugging at them gently when Santino hooked his finger behind the waistband of her tight pants, sliding it down slightly, pressing a wet kiss to her hip.
“Santino…” her head dropped backwards and he mumbled few incoherent Italian words into her skin, biting it lightly, but soothing the bite mark with his tongue right after. She was like in a trance and he was playing her like a violin.
When he unwrapped the bows on her shoes, she kicked them off, feeling the cold marble flooring under her bare feet. He slide her pants all the way down, letting her step out of them, tossing them to the side. She shivered a little, but when his warm hands touched her thighs, spreading them, letting him crawl between them, she was back in the heat, already wanting more.
“Bellissima...” he breathed against her pussy, still covered in the flimsy and almost see-through material of her panties. His warm breath elicited a shiver that ran down her spine and hit that throbbing spot right between her legs, “I forgot how gorgeous you are, pupa” his voice was weakening her knees, making her head spin and he still haven’t touched her properly yet.
“Santino please…” Juliet mumbled, her eyes shut tight. He watched as she licked her lips, slowly moving her tongue across her lower lip that quivered lightly.
Her beautiful lips let out a loud moan when he pressed his mouth to her clothed clit, leaping the wetness from her soaked panties with his tongue.
“Tell me how much you want me pupa” the vibrations from his voice spread all over her body and she moaned again.
“Cazzo, Santino!” the angry tone of her voice simply turned him on and he dug his fingers into her thighs, groaning into her clit, “I want you so bad I can taste it” she breathed out looking down at him. He was kneeling between her legs, mouth pressed to her cunt, his tongue pressed to her folds through the damp fabric of her panties, in tortuously slow motions sliding back and forth.
“Oh Julietta, mi amore…” the words spoken in his voice sounded like a poem to her as he slid her panties from her bubbly ass, stopping there for a moment to squeeze it, to feel her skin under his fingertips, pinching it playfully, before he slid the fabric all the way down to her ankles.
Santino pressed a lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh, his fingers gently caressing her skin like he didn’t wanted to profane it. He let his lips leave a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses on her soft skin, closer and closer to the soaked throbbing emptiness, yet still not getting to the spot where his lips were desperately needed. The obscene sound she made when his fingertips brushed her wet folds echoed in the room and he smiled, lifting his head slightly so their gazes could meet, “Così morbida, così bagnata.”
“I thought you’d remember how wet you always made me just by saying that you love me” Juliet saw the fire in his eyes, the lustful gaze of his mixed with the cocky grin on his lips was always a leverage. He could win any argument just by smiling and looking her in the eyes; she was like a warm butter when around him, yet she was still fierce like a wild cat, showing him her sharp claws when it was needed.
“I never stopped loving you, pupa,” he pressed his mouth close to her clit, sucking at it, his tongue dancing in circles around it, “you’re my principessa, you are the queen of my heart” Santino breathed against her now swollen clit, slowly pushing a finger inside her, a quiet hiss leaving his mouth when he felt the heat enveloping him.
He licked his lips, tasting her juices on them, before pressing another open-mouthed kiss to her clit, she squirmed and he hummed softly, probably with satisfaction. When his tongue started to rub harder on the sensitive spot again and again, she felt the pleasure building up inside her. Her mind was clouded with lust, Juliet kept moaning desperately, showing him that she wanted even more. When he slowly slid another finger inside her, she whimpered grabbing a handful of his hair, “F-fuck… Santino, c-cazzo, santo Dio!”
She wasn’t focused on anything but his tongue, his shiny lips between her strong thighs, as he covered her folds with them, letting his tongue really get to work, switching between slowly circling her clit right before he sucked hard on it, then letting her catch her breath just for a moment, right before licking a trial all the way from between her folds and back to her pulsing clit. His long fingers were buried deep inside her, brushing against the right spot over and over again.
“Santino, mi amore, please…” Juliet scratched at the nape of his neck and he moaned against her wet folds, sending vibrations all over her skin. Then his wet fingertips moved to her clit, rubbing it firstly just for a tease, before adding more and more pressure to it. When she felt his tongue circling around her entrance, his tongue pressed flat to it, Juliet cried out his name, tugging at his hair harshly. He did another circle, more vigorously this time, letting his tongue slide inside her, starting to fuck her slowly with it.
Her thighs threatened to squeeze his head, so he pressed his hand flat to her thighs, his tongue still fucking her. She was soaked at this point and Santino loved the sweet taste of her juices dripping onto his tongue, lapping it all over her folds, flickering between long torturous licks and drawing circles around her clit.
When she lifted his head to simply look at her she gazed down at him surprised, speechless. The words she tried to say came out as a incoherent mumble and he just giggled softly, planting a wet kiss to her belly.
Santino lowered his head again, covering her folds with his mouth, letting his tongue lick its way up and down, stopping for a bit, nibbling on her clit, pressing down hard on it, letting his fingers wander to her entrance again, curling them fingers roughly inside her.
Juliet choked out a loud moan, crying out desperately, feeling how her orgasm built up inside her body, the feeling so overwhelming, her legs giving in, her whole body shaking, but his strong arms were to the rescue, hands clung to her waist, not letting her fall to the floor.
“O-oh… Santino, I-I… f-fuuuck” she came with a drawled moan, as he buried his face between her trembling legs, his tongue licking at her hungrily. Then her body tensed, the pleasure washed all over her, panting, continuous whimpers left her lips, followed by praises of his name, fingers scratching his scalp.
Nothing mattered in that moment, all for nothing but the feeling of his tongue, licking up her wetness, the little flicks of his tongue on her clit were slowing, until he lifted his head back up, staring at her with hooded eyes.
Her eyes were closed, mouth agape, he could see how fast her chest was moving up and down and she was unable to speak.
“Amore, ti amo tanto” he breathed shakily, planting another kiss to her belly, before he stood up, his hands still firmly gripping her sides. Juliet rested her head on his arm, her breathing still heavy and he gently cupped her cheek with his hand.
“I should probably untie Ares now” she mumbled out against his neck and he laughed a little nervously.
“You tied her?” Santino asked surprised, she nodded her head few times before moving her head, so she could look at him. He bent slightly, sliding her panties back onto her ass, his gaze glued to hers. When he rubbed her butt cheeks she moaned unconsciously, the sound muffled by his lips pressed to hers.
She was getting wet again and she broke the kiss before it could end up with her riding him on the floor.
“I had to, I know I became your enemy by now…” she slid her fingers across his chest and took a step back, so she could gather all of those missing pieces of her clothing and put them back on.
After she closed the zipper of her hoodie Santino walked over to her, catching her in a tight hug, wrapping his arms around her from behind, pressing his face into her hair inhaling their scent, thinking how much he missed her.
“I really should untie her, I bet she’s furious now” Juliet touched his hands, grazing them with her fingertips, he hummed softly, pressing his lips to her exposed neck.
“You could never be my enemy. I have loads of them, but you… you are the love of my life, Julietta” he mumbled against her neck, planting little kisses here and here. She gently unwrapped his arms from around her, then kissed his cheek.
“I’ll be right back mi amore” she unlocked the door and disappeared into the hallway.
“Non farmi aspettare troppo” Santino shouted after her, walking to his desk and sitting on the edge of it, running his fingers through his hair, thinking how much he missed her taste.
In the hallway Ares was curled up on the floor, her arms and legs tied together with a rope. Juliet approached her slowly, signing that she didn’t hurt her boss, they just “talked”. She noticed how furious the head of Santino’s security was, so she quickly cut the rope with her knife she lifted from the floor in his apartment before walking to the hall.
When Ares limbs were finally set free she signed that she heard how their talk went and Juliet’s face turned crimson. Once again she apologized to her and they both walked back into the apartment.
After approaching her boss Ares signed to him that she fucked up, but D’Antonio just laughed patting her arm few times. “It’s fine” he signed back, but the woman touched the wound on his cheek with a concerned look on her face. He touched her hand and once again signed “It’s fine.”
He walked over to Juliet, wrapping his arm around her. Her body fit into his hands like they were always meant to be together, “We’re fine here, you’re dismissed” he signed to his warrior goddess and with a nod of her head she vanished, closing the door shut behind her.
“She was mad as hell, I’m glad she didn’t punched me” Santino just laughed, kissing her once again.
“You know she will be fine, mi amore. After all you mended her.” His lips caressed her jaw, then slid over to her earlobe, sucking it lightly, eliciting a soft moan from her mouth, “Are you staying the night?”
“If you want me” she breathed out shakily, the spot between her legs pulsing again.
He had sent me a "hi how are you" but blocked me before I could respond or screenshot. I'm assuming he read that I would be rude and decided against it. Nothing says talk to me like threatening to kill on your profile.
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Stole this from here. Wanted to share. Really makes you think...
"When I was a freshman, my sister was in eighth grade. There was a boy in two of her periods who would ask her out every single day. (Third and seventh period, if I remember correctly.) All day during third and seventh she would repeatedly tell him no. She didn’t beat around the bush, she didn’t lie and say she was taken–she just said no.
One day, in third period, after being rejected several times, he said; “I have a gun in my locker. If you don’t say yes, I am going to shoot you in seventh.”
She refused again, but right after class she went to the principal’s office and told them what happened. They searched his locker and there was a gun in his backpack.
When he was arrested, some of my sister’s friends (some female, even) told her that she was selfish for saying no so many times. That because of her, the entire school was in jeopardy. That it wouldn’t have killed her to say yes and give it a try, but because she was so mean to him, he lost his temper. Many of her male friends said it was 'girls like her' that made all women seem like cock-teases.
Wouldn’t have killed her to say yes? If a man is willing to shoot someone for saying no, what happens to the poor soul who says yes? What happens the first time they disagree? What happens the first time she says she doesn’t want to have sex? That she isn’t in the mood? When they break up?
Years later, when I was a senior, I was the only girl in my Criminal Justice class. The teacher, who used to be a sergeant in the police force, told us a story of something that had happened to a girl he knew when she was in high school. There was a guy who obviously had a crush on her and he made her uncomfortable. One day he finally gathered up the courage to ask her out, and she said no.
The next day, during an assembly, he pulled a gun on her in front of everyone and threatened to kill her if she didn’t date him.
He was tackled to the ground and the gun was taken from him.
When my teacher asked the class who was at fault for the crime, I was the only person who said the boy was. All the other kids in the class (who were all boys) said that the girl was, that if she had said yes he would’ve never lost it and brought a gun and tried to kill her. When my teacher said that they were wrong and that this is what is wrong with society, that whenever a white boy commits a crime it’s someone else’s fault (music, television, video games, the victim) one boy raised his hand and literally said; 'But if someone were to punch me and I punched him back, who is at fault for the fight? He is, not me. It’s self-defense. She started it, so anything that happens to her is in reaction to her actions. It’s simple cause and effect.'
Even though he spent the rest of the class period ripping into the boys and saying that you are always responsible for your own actions, and that women are allowed to say no and do not have to date them, they left class laughing about how idiotic he was and that he clearly had no idea how much it hurt to be rejected.
This isn’t something that’s rare. This isn’t something that never happens, or that a select group of men feel as if they are so entitled to women that saying no is not only the worst possible thing a woman can do, but is considered a form of “defense” when they commit a crime upon them (whether it be rape or murder-as-a-reaction-towards-rejection).
Girls are being killed for saying no to prom invites. Girls are being killed for saying no to men. They are creating an atmosphere where women are too scared to say no, and the worst part is? They are doing it intentionally. They want society to be that way, they want women to say yes entirely out of fear. Even the boys and men who aren’t showing up to schools with guns are saying; 'Well, you know, I wouldn’t do that, but you have to admit that if she had just said yes…'
If you are a man and you defend this guys’ actions or try to find an excuse for it, or you denounce what really happened, or in any way lay blame on women, every girl you know, every woman you love, has just now thought to themselves that you might lose your shit and kill them someday for saying no. You have just lost their trust. And you know what? You deserve to lose it."
