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I don't think people who come from wattpad after the purge and now want ao3 to have its own official app understand that one of the main reasons behind the recent wattpad purge that drove them to ao3 was due to pressure from appstore demanding wattpad to be more strict and follow appstore's policy. wattpad complied in order for its app to be able to remain on appstore. thus the wattpad purge.

ao3 doesn't have an app because for it to have an app, appstore will have to approve it first. and if, hypothetically, ao3 needs appstore to approve it, it will also have to abide by appstore's pro-censorship stance and start banning dark and taboo fics, which is against its own core principle of being completely against censorship.

ao3 doesn't need an app. it works more than fine without an app. the reason ao3 can allow dark and taboo fics, the reason it can allow the most disgusting and shockingly vile fics, and be completely against censorship is because it doesn't need appstore's approval. it stands on its own as a non-profit organization with functioning site and a team of lawyers protecting its platform, its users, and every single fanwork on its platform.

everybody say thank you ao3

here's the list of things you need to know about ao3 if you're new to the platform

This is how we save jax trust 😚 #tadc #theamazingdigitalcircus #jax #jaxtadc #ragatha #pomn

Wh-what do you mean it’s from a birthday cake

stress relief starts with strap

Karen Starr (Power Girl)/Reader, 660 words

a/n: @pizzapartyplayhouse cooks up the best requests i swear bro

cw: SMUT/18+only, Karen uses a strap and is mean about it, reader is into it, use of strap, f!reader + reader has a pussy

masterlist ao3 requests

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Karen has a lot of steam she needs to blow off. You're happy to help.

Karen Starr (Power Girl/Reader) (18+)

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Muy darling daughters

EVERYBODY LOVES EVERYBODY !!!!!! YAY !!!!

TW; harsh language, degradation, casual sex, overstim, crying during sex, cunnilingus, taking of nudes (with reader's consent and her face is not shown), rough sex, manhandling, threesome, DP, anal, male squirting

divider credits; @designlikenonsense

You just moved into a new neighborhood. Luckily, the creeps plan to give you a very, very, VERY good welcome.

Tattoo artist!Jeff only accepting your appointment because all the other tattoo artists at his studio took his regulars before he could even schedule for them.

Tattoo artist!Jeff prepping his tools only to spin around and see you, sweet, sweet you, in your pink miniskirt and button-up top. The white fabric could barely hide your baby pink bra.

Tattoo artist!Jeff grins and curls a finger at you to come sit on the bed and tell him what you’d like. Every now and then you’d spot him staring at your chest, licking his lips and tapping his fingertips on his leather belt adorned with the biggest buckle you’ve ever seen. You tell him you want a small pink heart outline on the back of your thigh.

Tattoo artist!Jeff points his finger on the leather seat and tells you to “Lay front-first.” You wince at the sudden, sharp motion of the needle dragging on your skin, but you manage to sit still while he meticulously (and surprisingly carefully) embedded the pink ink on your soft, pure skin.

Tattoo artist!Jeff blows sharply cold under your skirt, chuckling when you squeal. Shamelessly, he slips his cold, bony hand under your skirt, fingertips pressing into the plush of your ass while you shiver.

Tattoo artist!Jeff asks, “Tattoo sure looks fuckin’ sexy on that ass.” Bashfully, you lift your head just enough to turn it around to look back at him. “... really? Y’think so?” God, you’re flushed. You’re flushed and turned on and soaked. Jeff thought you looked like a scared little lamb.

Tattoo artist!Jeff mutters, tilting his head. “Want me to prove it to you?”

Tattoo artist!Jeff’s tattoos almost looked like they shone under the lamplight, bicep adorned with a long, beautifully detailed dragon in black and white. His tanktop lifts up just a little to see two guns crossed on the skin of his lower belly, a trail of matte-black hair leading up from his waist and thinning out on the belly button. The mirror behind you two was angled good enough for you to spot a tramp-stamp he had: the PLAYBOY logo scrawled on his pale, ashen skin.

Tattoo artist!Jeff ends up mounting you right on his tattoo bed, holding your head down sideways with your cheek pressed into the smoothness of the plastic cover. Your hands are bound behind you with his other hand. You’re bound to have bruises on your wrists later.

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