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Depraved Series

Nayeon Arc Chapter 1-1: Quid Pro Quo Blow Tags/Warnings/Genre (WARNING! This Chapter contains heavy depraved smut. This includes the following tags: Blowjobs, Quid Pro Quo, rimming. Also, someone kept on pestering me and I got annoyed so I'm releasing this fic unedited. Read at your own risk.)

Nayeon strutted confidently through the glass doors of the JYPE building, her heels clicking against the marble floor with each step. She exuded an air of self-assuredness, her radiant smile captivating anyone who dared to glance her way. Heads turned, eyes followed her every move, but she remained unfazed.

As she made her way through the bustling lobby, the sound of her footsteps mingled with the melodic hum of conversation and the occasional ring of a cell phone. The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and ambition, the energy of the entertainment industry palpable. It was a world she knew well, one she had grown accustomed to since her debut as a K-pop idol.

Her heart fluttered with nervousness as she approached the executives floor. The main doors slid open, revealing a corridor lined with closed doors, each one looking grand and lavish. Nayeon took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she approached Pres. Ozawa's office. She rapped her perfectly manicured nails against the polished wood, the sound echoing through the hallway.

Knock knock

"Come in," Pres. Ozawa's voice boomed from inside.

Nayeon slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside. The sound of her heels echoed through the room, making her feel self-conscious. She saw Pres. Ozawa sitting at his desk, poring over a stack of papers. He looked up and smiled warmly at her.

"Ah, Nayeon, please come in and have a seat," he said, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk.

Nayeon walked over to the chair and sat down, smoothing out her skirt nervously. She looked around the office, taking in the elegant decor and the impressive view of the city skyline.

Pres. Ozawa cleared his throat and leaned forward in his chair. "So, Nayeon, what brings you to my office today?" he asked, his voice authoritative.

Nayeon took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. She knew that this was her chance to make a case for her solo career. "Mr. President, I wanted to talk to you about the direction of my career," she said, trying to sound confident.

Pres. Ozawa raised an eyebrow. "Go on," he said, his tone slightly skeptical.

Nayeon took a deep breath and launched into her pitch, explaining her vision for her solo music and the kind of impact she wanted to make on her fans. She felt her nerves building more as she spoke, and she could see Pres. Ozawa becoming more and more uninterested in what she had to say.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," he says, his expression serious. "But we can't give you what you're asking for."

Nayeon's heart drops at his words, and she can feel a lump forming in her throat. "W-why not?" she stammers.

"I'm sorry, Nayeon, but your solo career is too risky. JYPE needs TWICE to promote as a whole," Pres. Ozawa finally said, crushing Nayeon's hopes.

Nayeon can feel tears forming in her eyes as she realizes that her dreams for a solo album are slipping away.

"W-what can I do?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is there anything I can do to change your mind?"

Pres. Ozawa leaned back in his chair and stretched his fingers. "Hmm, there might be," he says, a sly grin crossing his face. "But it's not exactly what you're expecting."

Nayeon looks at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Nayeon," he says, his tone turning playful. "Maybe I can reconsider. Show me your dance moves in More & More. I might see something that changes my mind."

Why does he want me to dance? Is he testing me?

She walked over to the stereo system and started the song. As the music started to play, Nayeon closed her eyes and let the rhythm take over. She moved her hips and twirled around, trying to give her best performance. She knew that she had to impress Pres. Ozawa if she wanted to have a chance at her solo career.

As she sways her hips and rolls her body, she notices that Pres. Ozawa is staring at her with a hungry look in his eyes. She can see him shifting in his chair, and she realizes that he's getting hard. So that's what this was... Fucking pervert just wanted to get off on me dancing.

Ever the professional, she keeps dancing, her body moving with fluid grace as she performs the intricate choreography. She can feel the sweat starting to bead on her skin, but she doesn't stop. She's determined to give it her all and show this old fuck what she's capable of.

Finally, Nayeon finishes her dance routine, nailing the final pose with fierce intensity. Panting and sweating, her tongue slides out as per habit, but she looks up at Pres. Ozawa with a sense of satisfaction. She knows she's given him exactly what he wanted, and she's hoping it'll be enough to change his mind about her solo album.

Pres. Ozawa beckons Nayeon to come around the table and stand in front of him. "You danced well.... Now for the final test."

Nayeon looks at him, her confusion apparent. "M-mwo? What do you mean?" she asks.

In a single bold move, Pres. Ozawa opens his legs and shows her his bulge, making Nayeon's eyes widen in shock. "If you want to go solo," he says, his voice dripping with lust. "Get on your knees and service my cock."

Nayeon freezes... She hesitates, unsure of what to do. She never expected him to ask something like this, and she's not sure if she's willing to go this far for her career. She looks at him, her eyes pleading for an alternative.

Pres. Ozawa looks at Nayeon expectantly, waiting for her to make a decision. When she hesitates, he says, "Well then, I guess no solo for you."

Nayeon freezes on the spot, biting her lip as she weighs her options. She knows that her solo career is on the line, but she's not sure if she's willing to do what Pres. Ozawa is asking.

"How hard could it be to make an old man cum?" she thinks, debating with herself.

"I mean, it's gross, but if it means my solo... maybe it's worth it." She takes a deep breath and looks up at Pres. Ozawa, her eyes filled with hesitation and a hint of desperation.

"I'm not getting any younger Nayeon. If you're not willing to do it then get out." He said, his voice stern, his face annoyed.

Slowly, she gets on her knees in front of him, but she does nothing. Ozawa looks at her with impatience, and she realizes that he wants her to do all the work.

She takes a deep breath and reaches for his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his cock. As soon as she frees it from his pants, she can't help but gawk at its size.

The size of it is almost intimidating: easily 9 inches long, with a very impressive girth. Nayeon gulps nervously, her eyes wide as she takes it in. She feels a little unsure of herself as she starts to stroke him, using both hands to cover as much of his length and girth as possible.

"Oh fuck," she murmurs. "That's... impressive."

Pres. Ozawa grins at her, pleased with her reaction. "Yes, it is," he says, his voice low and husky. "And your hands are so soft on it."

Nayeon blushes at his comment but continues to service him, using both hands to stroke him slowly up and down. She can feel him getting harder in her hands, and she starts to pick up the pace, moving faster and faster.

As she continues to stroke him for around 15 minutes, her initial discomfort turns into frustration. The old man is nowhere close to the edge, and she's starting to feel like this is an endless task.

"Come on," she thinks to herself. "Just cum already, you old geezer."

Ozawa moans softly, enjoying the sensation of Nayeon's soft hands on his cock. "That's it," he says, his voice commanding.

"Spit on your hands and lube up my cock."

Nayeon obediently spits on her hands and uses it to lubricate the engorged cock head. She notices precum coming out the tip and uses it to mix with her saliva, making the slippery sensation even better.

As she continues to stroke him, she can't help but be amazed by the size of his cock.

"It's so big and thick... Oh god it feels so full in my hands." She thinks whilst she strokes him for a few more minutes, occasionally spitting on her hand to renew the sloppy sensation.

Her arms begin to tire as she continues to stroke him for almost 20 minutes now. She shifts her position slightly, trying to find a more comfortable way to hold him. "Come on," she thinks to herself. "This is getting exhausting."

Nayeon feels conflicted. On one hand, she's enjoying the power she has over him, but on the other hand, she can't help but feel disgusted by what she's doing.

"You're getting too old for this," she says, her voice teasing, trying to distract herself from her own discomfort.

Pres. Ozawa grins at her, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Well, maybe I just need those plump lips around my cock."

Nayeon feels a shiver run down her spine at his suggestion. She knows what he is implying, and a part of her wants to refuse. But another part of her is curious, wondering what it would be like to have him inside her mouth.

She licks her lips nervously, unsure of how to respond. "I don't know," she says hesitantly. "I've never done that before."

Pres. Ozawa chuckles. "Don't worry, Nayeon," he says reassuringly. "Just open your mouth and it will come naturally."

Nayeon gulps, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. She takes a deep breath and leans forward, feeling the heat emanating from his thick cock. She hesitates for a moment but then brings herself to kiss the engorged cock head, feeling it twitch against her lips. "*Tsup* Uhhhmmm~ *Mwah*"

She lets out a small squeal of surprise as she feels his cock twitch against her lips. She can feel her heart racing with excitement as she realizes just how turned on he is by her.

She continues to kiss his entire length, noticing that he is oozing precum. She uses her tongue to lap it up, savoring the salty taste. She then takes his cock between her lips and moves it back and forth.

Pres. Ozawa groans as he watches her smear his precum on her lips. "Hooolyy fuck, Nayeon," he swears, his voice thick with desire. "Your lips are making me so hard."

Nayeon smiles up at him, feeling a sense of confidence wash over her. She leans forward again, parting her lips tentatively as she hesitantly takes him into her mouth, feeling the velvety texture of his skin against her tongue.

She swirls her tongue around the tip of Pres. Ozawa's cock, taking him into her mouth slowly. But as she tries to take more of him into her mouth, she finds it difficult to fit the entire length of his cock inside.

"Holy shhht," she mutters around his cock, her voice muffled by the hard shaft in her mouth. She works inch by inch, slowly but surely, taking more of him into her mouth with each stroke.

"God, he's so fuckin' big," she thinks, her eyes widening in surprise as she takes him deeper into her mouth. Despite the challenge, she's determined to take him all the way, wanting to please him as much as possible.

Nayeon uses her hand to guide his cock into her mouth, taking as much as she can at a time. She feels her throat constricting around the head of his cock, and she moans slightly at the sensation.

"Mmmph, *gulk* *gulk* *gulk*"

Pres. Ozawa moans as she takes him deeper, and she starts to suck him harder and faster. "That's it, baby," he says, his voice low and husky. "Take it all in."

Nayeon hums in response, the vibrations sending shivers down Pres. Ozawa's spine. She can feel herself getting wet with anticipation as she takes more of him in, inch by inch. The decrepit old man groans loudly, his grasping on his desk tightening. He moans at the sensation, his hands running through her hair.

"Oh yeah, just like that," he says, suppressing a groan. "Suck my cock like a good little girl."

Nayeon responds by taking more of him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. The sound of her sloppy sucking fills the room, the sloppy wet noises of her mouth reverberated throughout the office walls. "Mmmphh, mmphh," she murmurs, her voice desperate for his approval as she fervently bobs her head.

"Oooohhh fuuckk" he growls, his grip on her hair tightening, drawing out a pained moan from the idol. "Fuck yes... Put those dick sucking lips of yours to good use."

Nayeon continues to suck him hard and fast, her hand stroking the base of his cock. Pres. Ozawa takes one of her hands and brings it up to his chest, guiding her to one of his nipples.

"Play with my nipples while you blow me."

Nayeon obeys, using her free hand to play with his nipple, rolling it between her fingers and pinching it gently. She can feel his cock twitching in her mouth as she alternates between sucking and stroking him, driving him closer to the edge.

As she continues to pleasure him, Nayeon's mind starts to wander, thinking about the consequences of her actions. "What am I doing?" she thinks to herself.

"I can't believe I'm servicing this old man for my solo career." Despite her moral objections, she can't deny the small patch of wet cloth that had begun forming in her underwear.

"*Glok*, *gulk*, *glock*," Nayeon gags around his cock, but she doesn't let up. Instead, she parks his full length down her throat for a few glorious seconds, fighting her gag reflex along the way. Her eyes made contact all the while, even as she's tearing up, turning him on even more.

Ozawa moans at the sensation. The tightness of the slutty idol's throat, combined with her mouth on his cock and her hand on his chest driving him wild. He can feel himself getting close to the edge, and he knows that he won't be able to hold back much longer.

Nayeon continues to deepthroat him, gagging slightly as she takes him all the way in.

All of a sudden, He grips her head firmly, pushing his cock even deeper into her throat. "Take it all, Nayeon," he growls. "Deepthroat me like a good little slut."

Nayeon's eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't resist. Instead, she relaxes her throat and takes him all the way in, feeling his cockhead hit the back of her throat. She gags loudly, but the sound only seems to turn Pres. Ozawa on more.

"Mmmpphh, *gulk*, *glock*, *gluck*, *glurg*," As Pres. Ozawa's moans grow louder and more urgent, Nayeon redoubles her efforts. She takes him in even deeper, using her tongue to swirl around his cockhead as she bobs her head up and down on his shaft. The sound of her gagging and choking on his cock only drives him closer to the edge.

"Oh god, Nayeon," Pres. Ozawa groans. "I'm so close. Don't stop, keep going."

Nayeon's eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't let up, determined to make him cum hard. She continues to deepthroat him, taking him in as deep as she can with each pass. Her hands grip his hips tightly as she bobs her head up and down on his cock, the sound of her gagging and choking filling the room.

"Uh, uh, uh," Pres. Ozawa moans, his voice thick with pleasure as he gets closer and closer to cumming.

Just as Nayeon looks up at him with a lustful gaze, making eye contact, Pres. Ozawa's body convulses and he swears loudly, his hips bucking as he shoots his hot load deep into her throat.

"Fuck! Take it, you little kpop whore," he growls, his fingers digging into her hair as he holds her head in place.

Nayeon swallows eagerly, continuing to massage his balls as she drains him. She can feel him pulsing in her mouth, his cock twitching as he empties himself into her.

As she keeps looking up at him, her nose still buried in his pubes, Nayeon intertwines one of her fingers with his hand and squeezes it firmly, letting him know how much she enjoys this. Her other hand continues to massage his balls, coaxing out every last drop of his cum.

Nayeon moans around his cock, the taste of his cum overwhelming her senses. She swallows as much as she can, but there's too much, and some of it spills out of her mouth and onto her chin.

As Pres. Ozawa finishes cumming, he collapses back onto his chair, panting heavily. Nayeon licks her lips and grins at him, her face still covered in his cum and saliva.

"I hope that was satisfying, Mr. President," she purrs, running her tongue over her lips.

Pres. Ozawa could only nod weakly, his eyes closed in pleasure, unable to form words, his breath coming in short gasps as he tries to catch his breath.

Nayeon giggles softly, pleased with herself. She looks up at Pres. Ozawa, a coy smile playing on her lips. "So...my solo?" she asks.

Pres. Ozawa grins back at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You'll get your solo," he says. "But there's a catch."

Nayeon raises an eyebrow. "A catch?"

Pres. Ozawa nods. "You'll get your solo if you allow me to use your mouth anytime I call for you."

Nayeon's smile fades, replaced with a look of hesitation. "What do you mean by that?" she asks, her voice tinged with concern.

Pres. Ozawa leans in, his breath hot against her ear. "I mean, whenever I want you, you'll be there for me. You'll use that pretty little mouth of yours to pleasure me."

Nayeon takes a step back, shaking her head. "I don't know, sir," she says. "I have my career to think about. What if I'm not available? What if I have other commitments?"

Pres. Ozawa shrugs. "That's not my problem," he says. "If you want your solo, you'll make time for me. It's that simple."

Nayeon takes a deep breath, considering his proposal. She knows how important her solo is to her career, but the idea of being at Pres. Ozawa's beck and call doesn't sit well with her.

Finally, she takes a step forward, looking him directly in the eye. "Fine," she says. "You can use my mouth anytime you call for me. But you have to prioritize my solo activities, or the deal is off."

Pres. Ozawa nods, a satisfied smile on his lips. "Deal," he says.

"Now, clean up my cock." Nayeon obeys, taking his cock into her mouth and cleaning him up.

Throughout the week, Nayeon was called to service Pres. Ozawa countless times. One time she was practicing a routine with her members when she suddenly received a message from him. "Got a meeting, be under my desk in 5 minutes, we'll be arriving around 10," he said.

Nayeon rolls her eyes at the message, annoyed at the interruption. "Again?" she thinks to herself, already dreading what's to come. But she knows better than to disobey him, so she quickly excuses herself from the practice and makes her way to his office.

Nayeon arrives early, slipping off her heels and leaving only her toes peeking out from under the desk. She knows that being comfortable is important if she wants to do her job well.

As Pres. Ozawa begins the meeting, Nayeon silently opens his zipper and takes his cock into her mouth.

She let out a muffled moan as she began to work her tongue and lips expertly around Pres. Ozawa's cock, taking him deep into her mouth.

Her lips form an airtight seal around his shaft, and she uses her tongue to swirl around the tip, teasing him relentlessly.

"Ummphh... mmmphh..." Nayeon moans, the sound of her voice muffled by his cock. She uses her hands to stroke him as she sucks, her fingers moving up and down his shaft in time with her mouth. Pres. Ozawa's hand gripped her hair, guiding her movements. She could feel his cock growing harder and harder in her mouth, and she knew that he was close.

With her toes curling in anticipation, Nayeon took Pres. Ozawa deep into her mouth, using her hand to stroke the base of his cock. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him in and out of her mouth, and she could hear Pres. Ozawa's breathing growing more ragged.

She swallowed around him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. She could feel his cock twitching, and she knew that he was about to cum.

Suddenly, Nayeon changed her technique, using her tongue to circle around the head of Pres. Ozawa's cock while she continued to suck him off.

Finally, he let out a low silent growl, and Nayeon made more muffled sounds as she felt his hot cum flooding her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly, not wanting to waste a single drop, and let out a satisfied moan.

Despite the fact that Pres. Ozawa came quickly, the meeting lasts for another two hours, during which he remained hard. "I can't believe his stamina," she thinks to herself, feeling his cock twitching in her mouth as she continues to pleasure him. "But I need to keep him satisfied."

Nayeon uses every technique at her disposal to pleasure him. She deepthroats him, uses her tongue to flick the underside of his tip, and massages his balls with her fingers. She brings him to climax two more times before the meeting finally ended.

As every other executive egghead left the room, Nayeon slipped her heels back on and emerged from under the desk, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Later that week, as Nayeon was on her way to the bathroom, Jihyo called out to her. "Nayeonnie, where are you going?" she asked, her voice curious.

Nayeon froze for a moment, feeling a sense of panic. She couldn't let Jihyo know what she had been doing with one of the top execs of the company.

"I just need to use the restroom," Nayeon said, forcing a smile. "I'll be right back."

Nayeon walks into the men's bathroom, her heart racing with anticipation. She sees Pres. Ozawa waiting for her in one of the stalls, his cock already out and erect. She bites her lip, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear.

"Nayeon, my dear," Pres. Ozawa says, beckoning her over with a wave of his hand. "Come here and service me."

Nayeon takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She walks over to him, her heels clicking on the tile floor. "Yes, sir," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

As she squats on her heels in front of him, her legs spread wide apart to give her better balance. She can hear the sounds of men using the bathroom outside the stalls, which only adds to her excitement. "I can't believe I'm doing this with other men just outside the stall," she thinks to herself, feeling a thrill run through her.

When Pres. Ozawa saw Nayeon squatting on her heels, he let out a low growl of desire. "Fuck, Nayeon," he said, his voice husky. "You look so fucking hot like that."

Nayeon started to suck him off, her fingers working expertly on his cock. At the same time, she can't resist the urge to touch herself, rubbing her clit with her free hand. The pleasure she feels is intense, and she can feel herself getting wetter by the second.

"Oh god, this feels so good," she thinks to herself, trying to stifle her moans. "I can't believe I'm touching myself in a public bathroom like this. But I can't help it, it's just too hot."

She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her desire building with each passing moment.

Pres. Ozawa grips her hair, guiding her movements. "That's it, Nayeon, mmmmm~ You're doing such a good job..."

Nayeon feels a sense of pride at his words, knowing that she's pleasing him. She continues to suck and stroke him, feeling the pleasure building inside her. The sounds of men outside the stall only fuel her desire, and she can't help but wonder if they can hear her moans.

As Nayeon continues servicing Ozawa, she hears the sound of the men zipping up their pants and leaving the restroom.

Man 1: "Did you see her? That Nayeon chick is so hot. I bet she's amazing in bed."

Man 2: "Yeah, I would love to get a piece of that. I can only imagine what it would be like to have those dick sucking lips wrapped around my cock."

Holy shit, they're really fantasizing about me.

As Nayeon brings Pres. Ozawa closer to climax, she can feel him throbbing and pulsing in her mouth. She focuses on his pleasure, using all her skills to bring him to the edge.

Suddenly, he pulls her away from him. "Not yet," he says, his voice stern. "I want to see you cum first."

Nayeon's eyes widen in surprise, but she can't deny the excitement that she feels at his command. She uses her fingers to rub her clit, feeling the wetness between her legs. She moans softly, feeling the pleasure building inside her. She can feel Pres. Ozawa's eyes on her, watching her every movement.

"Oh god, I'm so close," she thinks to herself, struggling to stifle her moans. "I can't let anyone hear me, but it feels so good. I can't stop now."

As Nayeon's orgasm hits her, she struggles to keep her moans quiet. Her entire body shakes with a shudder. She feels the pleasure coursing through her body, and she can't help but let out a soft gasp. She can feel Pres. Ozawa's hand on her head, guiding her back to his cock. She takes him back into her mouth, feeling his cock twitching with pleasure.

Finally, Pres. Ozawa lets out a low growl. He groaned above her, his fingers tangling in her hair as he thrust his hips forward. "I'm gonna cum," he said, his voice strained.

Nayeon feels his hot cum flooding her mouth. She eagerly swallows it down, feeling a sense of satisfaction. With her mouth still full, she opens her mouth to show him his load, before swallowing it down with a gulp.

"Tank yew, shir," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, the cum making her words slurred. "I'll do whatevah it takes to please yew~"

She then stood up, her legs trembling slightly from squatting on her heels for so long. She fixed her appearance and left the stall, waiting until there was no one in the bathroom before walking out

In another occasion, Pres. Ozawa messages Nayeon again with urgency, "Need to cum toilet. NOW." Nayeon quickly reads the message, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness at the same time. But then she sees the time and realizes that she's just about to eat lunch with her members.

Her heart races as she reads the message. She can't believe that Pres. Ozawa wants her again. The thrill of being used like a cum toilet by the most powerful man in the company makes her pussy drenching wet with desire. She replies, "What? Now? I'm just about to eat lunch with my members."

Pres. Ozawa replies, "Fine, wait for me outside."

As she waits outside, her mind is racing with thoughts of what's about to happen. She knows that this is risky, but the thought of being caught by her members only makes it more exciting.

When Pres. Ozawa arrives, he urges her to kneel. However, unlike their previous encounters, he presents his ass to her. "Well?" he says, his voice low and commanding. "What are you waiting for?"

On the outside, Nayeon fights as she physically wretches, but says nothing. On the inside, her thoughts are screaming with disgust.

"Oh my god, he wants me to do what? That's so gross. I can't believe he would even ask me to do that. But if I don't, who knows what he'll do."

She hesitates, unsure of what to do next. But when Ozawa wiggles his ass impatiently, she knows she has no choice.

With a deep breath, she reluctantly gives a hesitant lick to his asshole. The taste and smell of him fills her senses, making her gag and almost pull away.

"Oh god, the taste and smell are so overpowering. It's like the smell of sweaty gym socks mixed with the taste of something rotten. I don't know if I can handle this. But I have to, for him."

As she continues to lick his asshole, she strokes his cock, feeling it pulse and throb in her hand. The taste and smell of him becomes more tolerable as she becomes more aroused.

"I can't believe I'm actually getting turned on by this. The taste and smell are becoming more tolerable, even enjoyable. What's happening to me?"

She can hear the sounds of her members chatting and laughing just a few feet away, and the danger only adds to her arousal.

Then, in a burst of movement, Pres. Ozawa grabs her head and grinds against her face, pressing it hard against the wall.

Nayeon's eyes widen as her heart races with a mix of excitement and fear.

"Oh my god, he's grinding against my face so hard. And the wall is so rough against my skull. Bleh~ The taste and smell are so overwhelming, I feel like I might pass out. But I have to keep going, I can't disappoint him."

As she continues to rim his asshole, she strokes his cock, feeling it pulse and throb in her hand. The taste and smell of him become more tolerable as she becomes more aroused.

"I can feel his cock throbbing in my hand. He's so turned on by this. And I'm getting turned on too. What's happening to me?"

Suddenly, as he reaches his climax, he turns around and aims at her face, covering her entire face with his cum.

"Oh my fuck, he just came all over my face. What the fuck am I gonna do if the others see me like this? I need to clean up quickly and act like nothing happened."

Ozawa zips up his pants and says, "Come by my office tomorrow. We'll be discussing your solo more... intimately," he said with a grin as he sauntered off. "Oh, and wear the alcohol-free outfit again, it's my favorite," he added, causing Nayeon's face to turn an even deeper shade of red.

As she made her way back to her group, Nayeon's thoughts were in turmoil. "Why am I feeling this way?" she thought to herself. "Why is my body reacting so much to being used as a cum toilet?"

Nayeon felt a shiver run down her spine as she anticipated another day of face fucking tomorrow.

She does her best to clean up, feeling embarrassed and humiliated. But as she tries to sneak back to her members, her heart stops when she is stopped by Sana. "Unnie, wait. You have yogurt on your chin," Sana says, wiping the substances with her fingers and licking them off. Nayeon's face flushes with embarrassment as Sana swipes it with her fingers and sucks on it. "Mmm~ delicious," Sana says with a wink, making Nayeon's face turn bright red upon realizing what Sana had just tasted.

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guccifrog · 2 months

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THINK FAST P5

chris sturniolo × f!reader

summary: where a silly dare leads to a lot of unexpected events

soz y'all i fell asleep yesterday but here is your fic :3

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The gymnasium echoed with the dull thuds of sneakers and the occasional huff of exertion. It was just another day at school, and I was sitting on the bench, alone, watching everyone play basketball. My eyes wandered to the clock, counting down the minutes until I could be free from this hellhole. I didn't feel like playing today so I lied to the teacher and said I had a sore muscle. It was actually true, but I didn't want to be here either.

I huffed out a sigh, as my eyes scanned the room watching as everyone was doing their thing, a girl who I recognized as Alahna was showing off her new haircut, Dylan was trying to impress Amber, and Amber was just being Amber. My gaze shifted to a certain group of people in the corner, Cassie being one of them.

Her hair was pulled back in a perfect ponytail, and she was wearing a simple white shirt and black shorts, but she still managed to look gorgeous. Just looking at her for some reason made my blood boil. She was everything I wasn't, and she had the perfect life. But something about it seems fake like she's hiding something. I don't know, maybe I'm just reading too much into it.

"ugh she's such a bitch," I heard a voice say from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see it was Nick, he's been hanging out a lot with our group lately, and even though I'm still terrified of him finding out about that night, it's a little less awkward now that we got to know him a little more.

"Yeah she is," I agreed, not really wanting to say too much. Nick shrugged and moved closer to me on the bench, "I don't understand why Dylan keeps hanging out with her. She sounds so fake every time she's with us."I sighed.

"No cause my brother is literally whipped. He's been head over heels for her ever since they started hanging out. I don't get it. I mean, she's nice and all, but she's not that great. He's better than that," Nick shrugged his shoulders, disappointment coating his voice.

wait. Brother? which one is he talking about?

I frowned, trying to place which brother he could be talking about. "Wait, which brother are you talking about?" I asked, curiosity finally getting the better of me.

Nick frowned his eyebrows, a disgusted look placed on his face " Chris. He's been chasing her like a dog ever since she gave him a small amount of attention. It's pathetic really. I just don't get it, she's not even that pretty. Plus I heard she has something going on with Dylan already " He glanced over at Dylan and Amber, who were standing close together, laughing at something.

"wait really? I thought he was down bad for Amber," I admitted, not really paying attention before. Nick snorted, "Yeah, that didn't last long. Amber said something about her being into girls I think. I don't know, maybe it was just a rumor. But yeah." I raised an eyebrow, "So, she's into girls?" Nick shrugged.

there was so much going on, that it was hard to keep track of everything.

"Wait, why didn't anyone tell me?" I said, feeling a little shocked. I had known Amber since middle school, and even though we weren't friends til this year, I thought she'd at least tell me something like that.

"I dunno, maybe you never asked or something, and they thought you knew" Nick suggested.

"yeah, you're right I guess" I muttered, still trying to process this new information. Chris and Dylan are down bad for Cassie. Chris wants Cassie's attention but she's more into Dylan. Amber and Dylan aren't a thing like I thought, and Amber is apparently for the girls.

I glanced over at Cassie again, she was laughing at something Alahna said, just where the hell was I when all of this was happening? It's like everything is happening around me, but I'm just not there.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, breaking me out of my thoughts. I pulled it out and saw that it was my mom calling me. I sighed in frustration, knowing that I'd have to deal with her nagging voice. I waved at Nick and headed over to the lockers, I sat down on the cold, metal floor resting my back against one of the lockers, and picked up.

"Hello?"

"So you finally decided to pick up?" She asked sarcastically.

"Mom I was in cla-"

"Don't give me that excuse, you've been in the same classroom for hours."

I sighed. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I've just been busy with stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" my mom asked suspiciously.

"Just stuff, you know…school stuff, homework, exams…" I trailed off.

"Don't give me that crap, you're grades are dropping. You've been hanging out with that crowd again, haven't you?" she demanded.

I paused for a moment, I hate this. I hate how she's always so…involved in my life. It's like she can't just let me live. "no Mom I'm not hanging out with them" I lied rolling my eyes.

"Then what's going on, huh?" she pressed.

"Mom, I'm fine. I just need some time to myself. Can't you fucking understand that?"

"Hey! Watch your mouth kid!" my mom yelled. I winced at the sharp tone of her voice. "I'm just trying to look out for you, but you're acting like a spoiled brat! You think you're too old for me to discipline you, is that it?"

I wasn't gonna do this again, not right now. Not when I was feeling this frustrated. "I'm going to go now. I'll talk to you later. Okay?" I said, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

"you're grounded. No going out this weekend. You're going to stay home and study. Understood? me and your dad will be back next week" my mom yelled before hanging up the phone. I stared at the phone screen, feeling anger boiling up inside me more and more. I got up, kicked the locker behind me aggressively, and stormed out of the school, not even bothering to head back to the gymnasium.

I sighed throwing my backpack over my shoulder, I had just finished practice and was walking down the hallway to my locker. I let out a small yawn, rubbing my tired eyes.

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"Mom, I'm fine. I just need some time to myself. Can't you fucking understand that?"I froze my eyes wide.

Peeking from the corner, I recognized the person, it was the stalker. She was sat on the floor, phone in hand and her back against a locker. My locker.

I wasn't sure if I hate this girl or despise her more, something about her just annoys the fuck out of me. Maybe it's the way she's always trying to be mysterious and shit or just her whole existence is irritating. Whatever it is, I can't stand being around her for more than five minutes without wanting to punch something. But what I don't understand is why I haven't confronted her about that one night. It's like some part of me is too ashamed or something.

"I'm going to go now. I'll talk to you later. Okay?"I watched her sigh, her voice laced with frustration, as she waited for who I assumed to be her mom to answer.

A few minutes later she hung up and sat down for a while on the floor just looking at her phone, before getting up and aggressively kicking my locker.

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What the fuck?

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sidonar · 2 years

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(Fic under the cut. Warning: Death.)

Hisashi had stopped paying attention to Yoichi after the fifth theory about the protagonist of his favorite comic.

He was sorry, but Yoichi hadn’t stopped talking and talking since they had left school, and Hisashi just couldn’t deal with reminding himself which characters had which powers or what roles had each one: Too much information at once.

Also, it wasn’t like if he had to pay close attention to the rants: They were mostly just Yoichi’s monologues, with the occasional questions, which all could be answered with a simple yes.

“So… What’s your favorite character?”

“Yes.”

Well, maybe that method had some flaws.

Yoichi looked at Hisashi a few seconds, confused.

“There isn’t any character called Yes on Captain Hero.”

Hisashi laughed nervously.

“Oh, you were talking about Captain Hero? I thought you were talking about…” Hisashi tried to think about a random comic. “Yes or No. You know, the comic about…”

“You weren’t paying attention, weren’t you?”

“Sorry.”

Yoichi sighed.

“Well, since now I have your attention, what’s your favorite character on Captain Hero?”

“Uh…” Hisashi scratched his neck, thinking. “The Demon King.”

“The Demon King.” Yoichi repeated slowly.

“Yes.”

“Of all the characters, The Demon King is your favorite.”

Hisashi rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Why do I feel like you’re judging me?”

“I'm not judging you, I’m just asking…” Yoichi took a long pause. “Why?”

“Well, first of all, he has the best fashion sense of all the characters in the whole comic.”

“Ah, yes. Five layers of Victorian clothing. The peak of fashion.” Yoichi said, sarcastically.

“Glad you got it.” Responded Hisashi.

“You have a questionable taste, you know?”

“First, how dare you, I have an implacable taste. Second, any clothes it’s better than wearing a skintight neon blue suit.”

“It’s not all neon blue! Captain's suit also has some black details, and…”

“But the majority is neon blue, so…” Hisashi grinned. “It still counts.”

“You can’t ever be wrong, can you?”

“No, thanks for noticing.”

“Well, apart from the… “Sense of fashion” of the Demon King, why else is he your favorite.”

Hisashi ignored the tone of the question, and answered.

“He’s a thief. And we all know that thieves are the best characters ever, in any media.”

“What?”

“They’re just more relatable.”

Yoichi took a literal (because the traffic light was red) and metaphorical pause.

“Thief characters are more… Relatable?” Said Yoichi, confused.

“Yes, they are.” Affirmed Hisashi, just as one says that the sky is blue, or that leaves are green.

“Care to elaborate?”

“No.”

“Alright. Now, I hope you don’t mind if I hide my stuff from you for the rest of eternity.”

“I guess that’s fair.” Hisashi said, shrugging his shoulders.

"You got any more reasons? Ones that make sense?"

Hisashi chuckled.

"This is starting to look like an interrogation."

"It's not an interrogation! I'm just curious."

"Yeah, sure Yoshi."

"Don't call me Yoshi." Responded Yoichi.

Hisashi ignored Yoichi and answered the original question.

"He's just cool, you know? He is a genius, he's fun to read, he commits atrocities…"

"The fact that he commits atrocities is one of the reasons you like him?" Interrupted Yoichi.

"Yes. As I was saying, he has a cool power, people respect him, he's dramatic…" Hisashi looked at the sky for a few seconds, smiling. " It would be cool to be him, you know?"

"I don't think so."

Two days after that conversation, Hisashi discovered that the holes in his hands weren't just birth deformities.

Three months later, he already had five quirks.

Seven months later, Yoichi started hearing rumors about a quirk thief not much older than him.

A year later, Hisashi already had two allies: One had a light quirk and was perfect at searching down people. The other had a speed quirk and was a good fighter.

A year and two months later, Yoichi started noticing how Hisashi spent less and less time home.

Two years later, Hisashi came home beaten, bloody and with six broken fingers. He also had three more quirks, but nobody knew that part.

Three years later, Yoichi started high school and Hisashi started making quirk exchanges.

Three years and a half later, Hisashi turned seventeen and already had a small legion of followers.

Four years later, the attacks and battles between "supernatural individuals" and "normal individuals" covered every newspaper front page. Hisashi felt a pinch of pride every time one of his attacks appeared.

Four years and a month later, Yoichi started wondering where did Hisashi go when it turned dark.

Four years, one month and a week later, Yoichi followed Hisashi and discovered some things about his brother.

That night, Yoichi didn't sleep.

Five years later, Hisashi moved out of home. Yoichi didn't know if he felt worried or relieved.

Eight years later, Yoichi turned twenty and finally confronted Hisashi. The fight lasted all night long, and it only ended when the sun began to rise.

Eight years and a day later, fourteen people were found dead in an alleyway.

Eight years and two days later, even if Yoichi and Hisashi didn't live on the same house, Yoichi started sleeping with a knife under his pillow.

Eight years and two weeks later, Yoichi woke up in a vault, without any contact to the exterior world.

Nine years later, Yoichi and Hisashi fought once again. This time, the fight lasted three hours, and it ended when Hisashi gave Yoichi a quirk.

And that night, sitting at his desk and looking at nothing in particular, it was the first time Hisashi Shigaraki felt regret.

Ten years later, Yoichi escaped from the vault with the help of some members of the rebellion.

Twelve years later, Yoichi had blood all over his face.

He looked at his brother, kneeled down next to him. It was the first time Yoichi saw tears falling from his brother's eyes.

"Fuck." Repeated Hisashi one and once again." Fuck, I didn't mean to…"

Yoichi coughed. He felt how his vision started to blurry.

"So." Yoichi took his brother's hand. He noticed how it was shaking violently. "Is it really worth it being the Demon King?"

Hisashi laughed, desperately.

“You’re really going to let those be your last words?"

Yoichi nodded.

Twelve years and four seconds later, Yoichi Shigaraki died.

Day 4 afodemonweek | Demon King

#allforonedemonweek #afodemonweek #tw death #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha fanart #bnha fanfiction #all for one #yoichi shigaraki #sidon-art

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booksandabeer · 11 months

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Hello, I hope it is fine for me to ask you about this. I would like your opinion on something. I have just gotten into the steve/bucky community and looking through some blogs that seemed a good starting point to get fic recommendations. Yours is one of them but it seems to me, that there is less drama here, if you know what I mean. The question I have is about two series that I have seen discussed really controversial, people only seem to hate them. One is "Not Easily Conquered" and one is "What I'm Looking For". I appreciate that you seem to be more levelheaded about these things, so would you say it is worth it? And do you know more blogs like yours that aren't so hateful? I trust your judgement, thank you in advance.

Hey anon,

What a message! I don’t even know where to start with this one. Well, first of all, welcome to Stuckyhell™—I hope you enjoy crying about two centenarian super soldiers because you’ll be doing that a lot! I have to say that my experience in the community has been overwhelmingly positive so far. Maybe I’ve just been lucky, but I feel that if you don’t go looking for drama and realize early on that occasionally the best course of action is to privately roll your eyes and simply keep on scrolling, you’ll do just fine and it’s a pretty chill experience overall.

Now as to your fic-related questions. I'm honestly a bit surprised. Where did you see all that hateful talk about these two series? I think I can count on one hand the number of people who have ever dared to utter even so much as a mildly critical opinion on NEC? And I’ve never heard a negative word about WILF at all? Hm.

But you asked my opinion so here we go:

Okay, so. NEC. There's a reason why you won't find any mention of it on my blog. Honestly, I had kind of hoped that I could get away with never having to publicly speak about my, ahem, complicated feelings about this series. Guess not.

Let's just rip off the bandaid: I'm not a fan. Now, it’s not a *bad* fic by any means, not at all. The letters in particular are exquisitely written, and I can see why people go feral over them, but almost everything else about this series leaves me somewhere between cold, uncomfortable, or mildly infuriated. That’s all I’ll say about it outside of DMs because (1) I’m not interested in creating any drama here, (2) trying to understand the excessive popularity of this series just leads to me being frustrated and baffled all over again, and (3) I know that a lot of people—among them some of my most beloved mutuals and fandom friends—really, really love this series and I think it’s mean and frankly bad form to talk negatively about something that they love with all their heart, in a space where they are very likely to see it. I probably already said too much, but you asked, and this is my honest answer.

(And btw, this is also a big part of creating a chill fandom experience for yourself: Just accept that some things simply aren’t for you and you will never understand why everybody is so into it. But publicly & repeatedly railing against it in great detail is very unlikely to change anyone’s mind. You’re just going to make them feel bad about a thing they love and they won’t thank you for it. Also, people can like different things and still be friends. I know—what a concept!)

So back to your question: should you read NEC? I mean, yeah, go for it. So many people adore it, maybe you'll end up being one of them. Just because I personally don't love it, doesn't mean you won't either. If nothing else, you'll at least know what people are talking about when they praise it or, apparently, hate on it, and you'll be able to form your own opinions.

The other series you mentioned, What I'm Looking For, I absolutely recommend. If you're in the mood for a long, sprawling series that stays very close to canon while also trying to make sense of its often faulty narrative logic and inconsistent characterization, this will certainly do it for you! However, keep in mind that this is a veeeeery slow burn series, so if you want to read something that rather quickly gives you all the fuzzy happy romantic Stucky feels, then perhaps you better pick something else.

As for other blogs that do rec posts. @voylitscope makes fantastic themed rec lists. @burberrycanary occasionally makes rec posts with the added bonus of beautiful "fake" book covers. @sparkagrace and @xoxobuckybarnes put together monthly reading lists, and @hazel-wand and @msilverstar often post individual fic recs. I'm sure there are many more!

And of course, you can always send me an ask if you're looking for fics that feature certain tropes/genres/time periods/etc.

#i tried to phrase my response as politely/considerately/vaguely as i possibly could but if you're an nec superfan maybe look away. sorry!#musings of a fanfic reader #asks

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queerestqueertoeverqueer · 2 years

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She is Loved

Fandom: Doctor Who, Ship: Thasmin

Summary: Thirteen starts to regenerate, and Yaz looks back on their time together and the conversations they had about this moment.

Notes: This is my attempt to make the ending of TPotD feel a little less unfinished. I haven't changed any of the scenes that we got in the episode, because I want to try and accept the ending we got, with these added headcanons about conversations that may have taken place in the past. (I may have also shoved in HCs about The Mattress and The Cheek Kiss TM, but who are you, the HC police?) Title is from from TPotD. This is my first fic, so any feedback would be massively appreciated!! I'll put this on Ao3 at some point probably. And shout-out to @logically-blue for reading this for me before I posted it <333

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"Doctor. Look at your hand."

Yaz felt the Doctor's grip tighten on her shoulder. Her eyes seemed to light up as she stared helplessly at the golden light, but her face fell. Yaz could feel her trembling, leaning further into her for support.

"No... no! That's not right! I need more time...

I want more time!"

The pure emotion, the frustration, the quiet, sad, rage in the Doctor's voice made Yaz's heart ache. She'd told herself when this happened - and she knew it was coming for a while now - she'd be the brave one. She'd make it easier for the Doctor, and she'd smile at her and comfort her and look after her for as long as she could. But now, Yaz couldn't stop the tears brimming in her eyes from spilling down her cheeks.

The Doctor glanced up at Yaz. Her wonderful Yasmin Khan. She hoped she had done enough to prepare her for this moment.

"You know what this means, right?"

Hearing that only made it worse. Because she did know what this meant.

It wasn't even that long ago. They were sitting in the TARDIS kitchen, Yaz sipping tea, and the Doctor slurping a comically large mug of hot chocolate, with at least seven sugars and what was either melted chocolate or brown sauce. Yaz didn't dare ask.

The Doctor was trying her best to keep her promise.

"I want to tell you everything."

Maybe she hadn't managed everything just yet. But she was opening up, little by little. Telling Yaz the occasional story about an adventure; the time there were dinosaurs in space, or a mummy on a train, and an Absorba- what was it called? Something like that. The odd anecdote to show Yaz that she cared. But today she needed to get something more solemn out in the open.

"Yaz... something is going to happen soon. I'm not sure when, or where, or what will cause it, but it's coming. And I wanted you to have warning. I want you to have time to decide what you want to do."

Yaz sat patiently while the Doctor slowly, thoughtfully, carefully, explained it to her. There would be glowing, a hum, and then it would happen. She would change. This wasn't entirely news to her. She'd encountered enough of the Doctor's old acquaintances to know they all remembered her differently; a little man with a cane, a tall man with a bow-tie, and of course the frequently mentioned mysterious white-haired Scotsman. But to think of this Doctor, her Doctor, changing like that wasn't something Yaz could bear.

So she'd thought about it for days, because what she also couldn't bear was the idea of ever leaving the Doctor. What would she even do? She could hardly imagine just going back to her life, solving parking disputes, bickering with her sister. It all felt so... silly. So little. So insignificant.

But it didn't feel anywhere near as bad as she thought it would to be looking at the only woman she'd ever felt this much love for and see an unfamiliar face. To hear an accent that didn't sound like she'd come straight out of Yorkshire.

And eventually, they finished their conversation. Through tears and smiles and firmly clasped hands, Yaz finally told the Doctor what had been brewing away inside her for as long as she could remember. She told her what happened when the Doctor was away, about the spare TARDIS and the sleepless nights (and the Doctor felt reassured that she had made a wise choice in teaching Yaz to fly the TARDIS after seeing those notes). She told her about growing up, and Izzy Flint, and the friends who didn't get it. She told her everything she could think to say, as the Doctor sat wide-eyed and earnest, Yaz's hand enclosed tightly between her own as if it might protect her from her past.

"Have you ever told her?"

"Told her what?"

"How you feel about her."

I have now, Dan. The end of that conversation would stay with them both for a long time. Yaz knew what she had to do. But that didn't make it any easier. She knew she would never be able to cope with a Doctor that wasn't hers. And the Doctor knew that too. Which meant there was an understanding between them, for when that day came. They would face the moments before together. And then it would happen, and she would be gone.

She's not gone yet.

"You know what this means, right?"

Back in the present. You've not got long. Savour it, enjoy it while she's here, she's in your arms. She's still your Doctor.

Yaz nodded.

"Yeah?"

The tears kept falling. There wasn't even any point trying to stop them. She'd thought about this situation so many times but it could never have prepared her for how much it would actually hurt to face it. To face losing her.

They finally brought themselves to properly look at each other. The thought that she might never again see those beautiful eyes, the eyes that contained galaxies, swirls of glorious colours that she could never quite place her finger on, only made Yaz cry harder.

"It's alright. It's alright, Yaz!" the Doctor held her tightly and brought one hand to the side of her face, stroking her cheek gently. She slowly moved her hand away again, not wanting to make this harder for Yaz. She couldn't bring herself to let go completely, though. For her sake maybe even more than Yaz's, she needed to feel her. She needed to feel her warmth through her soft jacket, anchoring her to the ground as the burning grew inside of her.

On some level, Yaz had known the Doctor wasn't just fine after that laser hit her. She'd tried so hard to convince herself, to convince everyone. Maybe she thought that if she convinced them well enough, it would come true. But the Doctor lay completely still for too long. Yaz had never seen her so motionless. Even when they shared a mattress, all that time ago, when they were both too scared to sleep alone after Ryan and Graham left, she would toss and kick for the few hours she slept. But this time there was nothing, not stirring even when Yaz dug out their old stuff and gently placed their pillow under her head. Yaz sat by her the entire time, stroking her hair out of her face, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest against her side, checking her face for injuries, always monitoring her heartbeats.

As she watched her, Yaz couldn't help but relive it. She said she was fine but she had no idea if she would burst into light there and then. She could still feel the Doctor's weight in her arms, her faint staggered breath against her neck. She felt the Doctor's cheek pressed against her lips, the arm slung around her shoulders tightening a little as she whispered three words into her ear. She felt the Doctor's sleepy gaze on her as she looked up at Yaz and then closed her eyes.

Eyes.

They were both crying now.

"Make time!"

The Doctor owed her this. For all the times when she shut her out. For every time she didn't explain. For every story she never got the chance to tell her. It'd hurt like hell to hold this off for longer, but she'd do it. Yaz deserved a little longer with her Doctor. And she wanted a little longer with her Yasmin Khan.

She hated goodbyes, Yaz knew that. And the Doctor knew that Yaz knew that. She also knew that even when her heart was breaking, Yaz would put her first as she always did. If this was going to end, for her sake, even though it would hurt her, she was going to end it in the most Doctor-y way she could - without acknowledging that it was over. As if they both willed it hard enough, maybe it wouldn't truly be over.

They both knew it, though. She said her wish out loud, after all.

The Doctor never got to tell Yaz everything. As usual, it came down to time. Always her excuse. Always her worst enemy.

But now, one last time, she was going to use it to make things a little better.

"Happy ever after isn't forever. It's just time."

"One last trip."

#i cried several times while writing this :)#thasmin #the power of the doctor #thasmin fanfiction #fanfiction #yasmin khan #thirteenth doctor #thirteen #mandip gill #jodie whittaker #doctor who #thirteen's era #tpotd #dw #doctor who series 13 #robin is in mourning :(#robin writes B)#my writing

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innitmarvellous · 5 months

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Well, they say writing down positive things and thoughts is supposed to boost your self-confidence, so...here's a list of the good things that happened to me in 2023, or also some little achievements I'm a bit proud of. It's definitely not much compared to everyone else, but...I'm not supposed to compare myself to others, right? So I won't do that. Well...at least I'll try ;)

- most important things first: somewhere around April I started watching HIGNFY and it sort of changed my life - I met nice people through the fandom (hello! :D), I got back into fic writing and my politics obsession came back in full force. Oh, and I finally got myself a new man crush <3 (and we all know who I'm talking about, even the non-HIGNFY followers because I haven't shut up about it since April)

- started doing the Welsh course on Duolingo and it's quite fun so far (& am doing some occasional French and Latin lessons too - I still remembered a lot of the French even after taking a break for a few months, which is nice)

- started doing exercise again after 4 years of laziness, and I'm still able to do 10 km on one of the higher settings of the exercise bike - yay

- read 80 books (might finish one or two more in December), which is about average for me looking at the last few years...at least there were quite a few non-fiction books and not as many shitty novels than a few years ago lol. My main goal for the next year(s) is to read even more classics...and buy fewer books. (Note to idiot self: read the hundreds of bloody ebooks you downloaded already...lol)

- finally started writing smutty fics - I don't think my writing style is very sexy though, but I couldn't say for sure...I kinda like it tho 💦 And I generally stopped worrying about whether my fics are too stupid for posting...well, maybe they are, but I'm trying to make that everyone else's problem haha

- dared to post selfies because I'm actually starting to kind of like the look of my face - pretty amazing because I used to think I'm the ugliest person in the world and I'm not even kidding here (although, looking at old pictures of me still make me want to cry and laugh at the same time - some people apparently really do get more attractive as they get older 🤔)

- I think I'm feeling a bit better about myself in general? Well, alright, no matter how I look at it: I'm still some badly educated & mostly unemployed loser with no hopes for a relationship, but...I don't seem to care about that as much anymore. Maybe something good did come from the fact that I basically abandoned all hope/expectations about my life when I turned 30...the last two years certainly felt sort of easier than everything before that? I definitely didn't beat myself up over some random shit as often as I did in other years. Hm. Maybe I can build on that in the future.

#personal #will add to this list if i remember something else but i think that was about all noteworthy stuff

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sherl-grey · 1 year

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For the get to know your fic writer meme: 2, 11 (I don't know if it means of your works but that's what I wanna know), 16, 28, 40 & 65? Sorry I got a lil carried away

hello friend, thanks for the ask!! realized i reblogged this without access to a laptop and had to wait til i had mine again to answer 😂 but here we go! (Also don't apologize, these are fun! Mostly I'm sorry because I can't answer briefly like a normal person, and this response is probably going to take up a lot of space, lol.)

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

I don't have too many multichapter fics, and I think they've all been done differently, haha. "love don't roam, but occasionally it wanders off" was mostly outlined in advance. "the rose-pond swap" was me messing around at the beginning, but then people read it (lol, how dare people read this) and I frantically tried to plan the rest of it (and we can all see how that went 😂). "the weight of words" has the barest skeleton of an outline just to keep track of the canon timeline, but otherwise is just being made up. "my mind turns your life into folklore" was written on a complete whim, no thoughts head empty just eightrose. (I think we can infer here that planning worked best, but alas, it also appears that I'm bad at that.)

11. Link your three favorite fics right now (I don't know if it means of your works but that's what I wanna know)

😅Desperately going to try to remember what the heck I've written...

gravity like a lunar landing - Twelve is a major challenge to me, and I'm really proud of this because I think I managed to properly explain the way I see him in this one

Barcelona: Where No Doctor Has Gone Before! - Is the plot good? no. However, there are five Doctors, and it was fun, and even if I wish I'd planned it better, I'm fairly pleased with the result.

a more literal method of compartmentalization - I suspect this will always be one of the ones I'm most proud of, in that I knew what story I wanted to tell and somehow I got there? Wrote this in a sleep-deprived haze so no clue how that happened, but I'm glad it did!

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Technically speaking, a lot. Things I'm actually thinking about writing? Maybe like... 5? 2 are Spotify asks from the frickin 2021 Wrapped game and YES I've started I swear 😂😅 I just got stuck. Various other people/conversations have had me revisiting like 4-5 things I'd jotted down in the past (Eight chameleon arch, a tenrose Bridgerton thing, a sequel to something, an out-of-order thing). Uhh, in non-DW news, I've got a Hellcheer thing I really want to write that's mostly about "right person, wrong timing" angst (with a happy ending because it's me, lol).

28. On average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

Most days, I don't write. When inspiration strikes, anywhere from 500 - 2000 words, probably. On a few rare occasions, I've just cranked out the whole story in one sitting, but I don't generally have time for that nowadays.

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

This is such an interesting question... I've never really even considered this. I think one of the scenes I most consciously decided to try to make pretty is the Woman Wept scene in LDRBOIWO (that is a bad acronym lol), so that could be nice? I'll have to think about this more!

65. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

Honestly, at the moment the thing I'm most hopeful about writing is the Hellcheer thing mentioned in 16. DW-wise, though, I really want to go update all of my WIPs sometime soon, and I want to get at least one of the songfics done--I feel like I'll feel way less guilty about starting new projects if I wrap up some of the outstanding ones.

#ask game #asked and answered #thanks Ace!!#nerdie-faerie #this was fun. haven't done one of these in a long time!

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we-return-in-waves · 1 year

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10, 15, 20, 29 for ao3 wrapped o.o

sdfhfdkgh i wish i knew who you were my beloved anon <3

answers below the cut xoxo

10. What work was the quickest to write?

spoken words by a landslide. i've talked about this before, but that fic, start to finish, maybe took me 5 - 6 hours at most. i had exactly one scene marinating in my head with no contect for a month ("Lee comes to Sunagakure, and Gaara comes to him in the dead of night." and associated like... four lines) and i was like hey uh brain what do with this? then one sunday i brained the summary text, took a nap, woke back up, and wrote the entire fic in one go. what you see on the archive is essentially it, i sat on it for two days looking for edits and just didn't feel like it needed any. one and done babey!

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

god there's SO MANY HELP. but with exclusively wips i've actually done work for, here's the list: from these bones, untethered, my insidious au, sing a song of sleeptide, a fluffy 5+1 things about sleeping together, The Grapes of Debauchery, another explicit comedy fic about drunken shenanigans, if it's the last night of your life, a one-night-stand-has-results fic, and my untitled enemies to lovers longfic based on the video game ghost of tsushima.

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

skfhdkgh We Don't Talk About Fight Club for sheer volume of editing, i think. there was a point where it's the only wip i looked at, every single day, for months. i probably put more work into that fic than i did my master's thesis. i've probably read it over a hundred times and that's not an exaggeration, i can probably recite parts of it. i still reread it occasionally, i'm very proud it (plus like. art. pls, how can u not just keep looking???)

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

how dare u ask me to Pick One. i cannot do this, instead u are getting several of my faves. rekt

from spoken words:

Lee is brave. But Lee is not fearless.

no ok so like there's a LOT of lines in spoken words that i think smash it out of the ballpark and deserve line-of-the-year status, but this one is special because it beautifully encapsulates lee's entire character in under 10 words. the brevity! i will never be so concise ever again

from sailing stones

“You – you do not find me unattractive, like this?” Lee whispered. I have never once thought you anything but beautiful, Gaara thought to himself. For a moment, they remained, suspended in time, the world blurring to nothing around them. Gaara brushed his lips over Lee’s, once. Twice. Chakra crackled, electric in the space between them. “Gaara��?” And Lee, the paragon of formality, breathed his name with no honorific, so low Gaara wondered if he’d imagined it on an exhale, and the moment was so intimate it bordered on painful, tipping them both over a precipice across which there would never be any return.

ok so this was one of those bits where i wrote that last line, looked at it, announced out loud, "fuck yeah, i wrote that," then proceeded to treat myself to oreos. i fully stand by this today. sailing stones my first child, i love u dearly and will edit u soon, but this piece won't be touched. i feel like it captures the feeling of the whole fic exactly how i wanted it to.

from We Don't Talk About Fight Club (length warning but it's all short lines)

“So… you did fuck,” Naruto said gleefully. “Who topped?” “Naruto!” Sakura stage-whispered, appalled. “What? I always thought Bushy Brow kinda had like, bottom energy, ya know?” Sai’s face went suddenly curious, and he pulled out a notebook from seemingly nowhere in an action that reminded Kankurō creepily of Lee. He asked, weirdly polite, “Is this ‘bottom energy’ a mutually recognisable feeling between those with a proclivity towards that position? Because Sasuke is always the penetrating partner when you two fuck, Naruto.” Hot damn. The table went eerily silent again. Naruto inhaled his water and came up sputtering. “That… how the fuck do you—no. No. We’re talking about Gaara and Bushy Brow right now! Anyway, Gaara?” “That…” Gaara said sedately, returning to his lunch, his sand silent, all his composure returned, “is not your business.” Kankurō filed away that tidbit of information to snicker at later, returning to focus on his brother. Gaara wasn’t tall enough to bone someone on a kitchen table comfortably, and now that he thought about it, that crater on Lee’s kitchen table looked a lot like a handprint… “Please at least tell me you were responsible and used protection,” Temari asked, one hand rubbing her temple like she was in pain. … Gaara had been walking slow all day, had barely moved in his seat, and he’d definitely winced at least once this morning… The answering silence told everyone far, far too much. …oh man… “Gaara!” Temari scolded. …his little brother… “I mean, does it matter? Sai confirmed they both have dicks, they probably can’t knock each other up,” Naruto said, still laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes now. …Gaara of the Desert… “You can still. Get. Herpes!” Sakura shrieked. …the Kazekage of Sunagakure… Naruto looked at her, skeptical. “If Bushy Brow has herpes, I’ll eat Gaara’s Kage hat. You think he’s actually piped anyone before?” …had let a foreign ninja… Temari choked on her tea. …had let fucking Rock Lee… “Oh my gods, Naruto, I’m making you sit through Sex Ed again, did you learn nothing!?” …green jumpsuit enthusiast Rock Lee… “Hey, at least the lube we gave him for his last birthday would have come in handy!” Naruto chortled, completely ignoring his teammate. …bowlcut Rock Lee… Sakura sighed. “I’m sorry to ask this,” she said to Gaara, “but as a medic… please tell me whatever lubricant you used was sealed in a white tube with a yellow label? If it was, that’s the one we got him , and it wouldn’t be expired, since that was only a few months ago.” …who wore orange fucking legwarmers... Gaara nodded to her. She nodded back, as pink as her hair. …rail him over a kitchen table. That was so fucking funny he was going to shit—

ok so this passage i think is the absolute most Chaotic Stupid piece in the whole megadong anime crackfic extravaganza and that's exactly the energy i wanted to convey. i loved writing from kankuro's pov because i basically use him to write from My POV so it's just dumbass hours all day, plus naruto is just an absolute meme in this fic and i love it. bonus points to me for including 1(one) brooklyn99 reference. i will never be this funny again i wasted all my life savings of comedy on this one fkcmdngnldgjd fic

and finally, from in the space between:

Pressed between their bodies in Gaara’s coat pocket, a pale jade ring, inlaid with a delicate, winding ribbon of Gaara’s chakra-infused sand, burns like a star.

not only does this line out me as have fiance fever because i was thinking about the ring im shopping around for when i wrote it, but also SOMFT, and i think it's the most stunning ending line i've written for it's simplicity, though in context it answers multiple questions and completely changes what the scene means when you read it again. and i will use it to end my really long answers! hope u enjoyed thank u for enabling me xoxo

ask me things, ao3 wrapped style

#ask game #ao3 wrapped #writing gronp hours #fanfiction #ao3 #answered #gaalee

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birklurks · 1 year

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I’m kinda confused by your recent posts. I’m sorry if I missed something but are you planning to leave fandom entirely? This blog has been a great resource for fics. I understand if it’s just too much work and upkeep to be active because it’s hard to keep track of everything but I’m not sure what this commenting on fics debate is about. I understand literally what it’s about but I guess I just don’t understand why you’ve gone inactive as a result unless it’s just general frustration w the fandom

Hi there anon 👋🏻,

Why would I leave fandom?? I've gone inactive? Says who?? 😂

I'm on Tumblr just as much as I've ever been, and I've been reading fics as voraciously as I ever have (wait, that's not accurate - I'm actually ripping through more fanfics than ever because I'm not wasting minutes of my time here and there to leave written feedback for the stories I enjoy). I don't even bother clicking the kudos button anymore, it's great!!

It's not hard to "keep track of everything", not at all. It's been 1000000% fun fun fun fun fun fun fun consumption for me while putting in literally zero effort of any kind (I LOVE these kinds of "communities"!!)

As for the "commenting on fics debate": not sure what you're referring to, but as far as I'm concerned, since I've been wondrously reformed - there is no debate.

I admit that before September of this year, I used to think that the feelings and morale of our fanfic writers and fan artists actually mattered, because they are the ones doing all of the hard work and heavy lifting to create the content that makes fandom so much fun... and I spent the last four years listening to new writers and veteran writers across a broad range of ships and reading their countless demoralized pleas for written feedback, reblogs and other forms of substantive engagement from the masses who blindly and voraciously consume their work product for free. (I know, so stupid right?? 🤪)

I used to take their concerns to heart, and vowed to use my tiny little corner of our fandom sandbox to try and keep their concerns at the forefront, support their tireless work via kofi's, commissions and signal boosts, and do whatever I could to encourage silent readers in our fandom to leave our writers notes of gratitude and encouragement every once in a while if they enjoyed a story - something, anything, whether it was long or short, in whatever language they felt most comfortable with.

But, I finally learned that all of that was a massive waste of time and money because I was recently informed by a superior and virtuous individual here that I could take the concerns expressed by so many writers in our fandom "with a grain of salt", and that expecting the occasional reader engagement in any specific form (like written feedback, which costs zero money to offer and takes maybe a minute or two of a reader's time) is an improper form of "entitlement".

I mean.... WHAT A REVELATION. 😱

Since then, I realized I don't have to give a shit about the concerns of our fic writers who feel unseen, unappreciated and demoralized by the dire lack of substantive reader engagement in our fandom.

Fandom has taught me that nobody owes anyone anything, and if these whiners were "better" writers and "kinder", more "empathetic" people (like the virtuous author who generously took the time to "educate" me 😇), they would write solely for themselves and their own fulfillment instead of being gross and harassing innocent readers for the occasional crumb of feedback. 😡

I mean really, these writers are so entitled - HOW DARE THEY ask for basic common courtesies from people who enjoy their work product for free?!?!? 😤

Anyways, that's why I'm exclusively a silent reader now. And as I've been repeatedly lectured over the years, just because I'm a lurker doesn't mean I'm not "part of" fandom. If people can't read my mind and gauge my love and enthusiasm for fanworks through my radio silence, that's on them - not me.

Obviously, they need to get with the program and learn telepathy for my convenience!! 😠

Hope this helps clear things up anon, happy thanksgiving!!🦃❤️

#birklurks

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Hello

12, 20, and 23 for the ask game please :D

Sneaky sneaky. But thank you nevertheless💕

favorite character to write about this year

Well... I think I'll have to give this one to Mairon. I write him often, I always have a blast doing it and, dare I say it, I don't do it too badly. He's my potential future villain arc personified XD

number of comments you haven’t read

Technically 0 because I always see the mails and read the comments there. It just takes me a while to respond sometimes because things are going on and currently there are also... a lot. So, everyone, rest assured: I've actually long since spotted y'all and I appreciate it🤗

fics you wanted to write but didn’t

My long fics first and foremost. I have several ideas that I think could be really cool, but between events, occasional lack of motivation and feeling like my writing isn't good enough yet or it's not worth the time investment, I haven't gotten to these projects yet. I believe I mentioned some ideas in private, but I'm not going to list them here because most are in a very shaky "maybe" state thus far xd

#cílil answers #fanfic ask game

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xenizaation · 2 years

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abundance

Warning! Sexual content ahead! Minors pleas dni! pairing: jeon jungkook x fem! reader genre: established relationship, rich!idol! boyfriend jungkook, heavy smut word count: 4.3k warnings: manual stimulation, oral sex (both giving and receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation, back scratching, face riding, slight hair pulling, creampie. a/n: i'm down bad in my jungkook phase rn...........he is so hot i feel like crying istg. anyway this is one of my favorite fics because of the jet ski bit which might or might not be inspired by a true story *laughs awkwardly*👀👀👀👀👀 anyways, hope u guys enjoy and make sure to leave some feedback! i love to read it! xoxo

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serendipity.

maybe (only maybe) it was a stretch to think that something so simple would make you feel this way. bathing in the morning sunlight, opening your eyes from time to time to stare at the blue sky or follow the flight of occasional seagulls that would enter your field of vision. any other day and the sun would've felt too hot, but today it was crisping you up just enough. stationed somewhere in the ocean, laying on the deck of your boyfriend's unnecessarily expensive yacht, glass of equally expensive and fancy champagne next to your head. what a life to live, huh? these little escapades were a rare occurrence in your life as a couple. you were a busy woman and jungkook was triple the amount. living life as an international star had its pro's seeing how both of you were now lavishly vacationing on a big yacht, but it had even more con's. everything in between you was a secret, something you had to learn to live with. something that didn't make you disappointed anymore when you would plan a week ahead and get your plans cancelled the night before. all because he couldn't prioritize you. but you knew all that was for the better and with time, you learned that the things you thought were detrimental to your relationship were actually the things that would make it work, at least for the time being. if it ever got out it would've been done and over with.

the last thing you wanted was for you and jungkook to break up. if you had to admit, the bond in between you was like nothing you ever had with anyone before. and that includes any type of relationship, be it friends or lovers. you found it peculiar at the beginning, how easily he would say the things you were thinking or how you discovered him to have most of the same principles you had. strange how to people so different from one another are still so much alike, needing only a glance to understand what thoughts gather in the other's head.

you were endlessly challenging each other in different ways. be it how jungkook (the adrenaline eater on toast for breakfast) would make you do bungee jumping off a bridge or how you would show him what you do in a yoga class and make him sit mostly still for an hour so he can relax, each of you were helping the other grow in different ways and you were thankful for that. even more thankful for him. for you were not only connected with jungkook's mind, but his body as well. him being by far the best lover that dared join you to bed.

the feeling of his fingers grazing your soft skin would linger on your body and especially on your mind for weeks on end, until they would find themselves in the same place all over again. his wild personality was mirrored in his unique style of making love, being rough yet passionate, intense yet comfortable. it was familiarity that you would always encounter when any of your love scenes took place, no matter the odd locations where they did. seeing how he lived a turbulent life, you had to adapt to it. but you were not complaining, both of you had become accustomed to quick sex in restaurant bathrooms when he gets an unexpected call during dinner. or steamy sex in the shower to get two things done at the same time when he would have to prepare for a concert. as for the latter, one of the tasks would be successfully failed seeing how you would need another shower in itself after the deed was done.

jungkook made you feel things no other has. his love was heating you up just like the sun did, sun which you felt was stolen away from you.

you open your eyes, coming in contact with a jungkook that wears a smile too excited for your own good. he's sat on his heels, slightly leaned over you as his broad shoulders cast a shadow over your skin. you frown, trying to figure out whatever mischief his pretty head might've came up with this time.

"you're blocking the sun." you slowly mutter out, dragging your eyes over his body, admiring his faintly golden skin under his tattoos and his toned abs, slowly dragging your gaze down to the waistband of his shorts and his muscular thighs. you can't help yourself and drape your hand over his torso, resting it on waist as you rub it slowly. you sigh heavily as you look over to him again. all for you.

"i think the sun has stared at you enough," the man says as he cups your cheek, lowering himself enough so his face rests right in front of yours. "my turn now." he adds before capturing your lips in a slow, soft kiss. one that arises a certain heat inside you, feeling his tongue shyly swirl inside your mouth as yours tastes him with hunger. you feel him groan into your mouth as you pinch his side jokingly. he chuckles as he breaks the kiss, staring at you for a few seconds. looking into his shiny eyes, you realize that whatever he would ask of you right now, you won't be able to give him a no as an answer.

"wanna take a ride on the jet ski?" the question comes, reading your mind like always.

"i don't know how to ride the jet ski."

"yeah, but your boyfriend knows how to do everything, doesn't he?" jungkook adds as he displays a smug smile. you chuckle upon hearing his words, looking in the opposite direction at the ocean stretching far, far away.

"what if i fall?" you ask genuinely concerned.

"if you fall then i'll jump after you before the sharks get to eat you alive." he answers, starting to laugh when he sees your face distorting as fear overwhelms you. "but that won't happen!" he comforts through giggles as he takes your face in both of his palms, kissing you once again.

"i'll show you how to ride it, c'mon." he says as he gets up to his feet, extending his hand towards you. you gladly take it and let him yank your weight up, helping you in a standing position as well.

"okay, you're doing good baby." manner of praise that you're used to hear in a completely different context resounds in your ears from behind.

after securing the life vest tightly around you, jungkook wasted no time in getting you on the jet ski, quickly telling you how to maneuver it with his strong arms on top of yours showing you the acceleration and the brake, thoroughly explaining how everything works.

"you can go faster, you know." he chuckles as he presses your hand resting on the accelerator. you laughed in terror, intending to resist the way his hand was hugging yours tightly, trying to reach the full speed of the watercraft. as much as you enjoyed the adrenaline, you couldn't look past at how the ocean stretched as much as you could see, even his boat being a little further away than what you'd be comfortable with. you closed your eyes, letting the droplets of water splash your face in a refreshing manner as the air breezed through your hair.

you could get lost in the feeling, the one of freedom, if you wouldn't feel your boyfriend's palms resting on your bare thighs, massaging them slowly as his breath, hot in comparison with the ocean breeze, fans over the soft skin of your neck. you open your eyes and look in the right mirror, his doe-like eyes begging more of you once again. something that you'd be happy to endorse as always. you slow down your hold on the accelerator, the bumps that you felt every time the jet ski came in contact with a wave growing less aggressive as the watercraft went smoothly on the surface of the water. you raised your brows curiously when his hands climbed towards your heat, that was barely covered by the bikini you chose to wear. jungkook only smiled before starting to kiss your neck, slowly making his way up to your jaw, his hands keeping up pace, reaching your clothed pussy at the same time his lips sucked the sweet spot where your jaw and earlobe joined.

"is this part of teaching me how to ride a jet ski?" you ask, already turned on by the sight of his plush lips feasting on your skin in the mirror. his lip piercing brushed over your jaw as he looked at you, fingers pulling your bikini to the side as swiftly as the jet ski moved through the clear water.

"nah," he answers rubbing slow circles onto your awaiting clit. you couldn't help but get comfortable under his touch, leaning your back on his chest as your legs spread wider apart instinctively, letting him caress your sensitive bud just the way he knew perfectly well by now. "just a little reward for being such a quick study."

your fingers weaken their hold on the lever as jungkook's own start building a pace, the freshness of the situation toying with your head in a different way altogether, thinking of how easy it would be to just fuck right there and then. he clicked his tongue three times before stopping his movements the same time as the jet ski did.

"you gotta take us back to the boat if you wanna cum, babe." his voice deep as he whispered into your ear, eyes not leaving yours even for a second, pierced eyebrow rising expectantly as he finished his phrase. you huff as you roll your eyes with a smile on your face.

your hand grips the lever tight, making the jet ski rush through the water, jungkook's tattooed fingers mimicking the action as his pads trace circles over your clit faster. you let out a moan into the cold air as he latches his lips back to your neck when his other hand grips tightly on your thigh. your concentration fades, your mind dizzying itself up even more as you speed up the jet ski to its limit, jumping over each wave that comes your way. your ass smacks itself down on the seat violently with every impact and you are wondering if jungkook's body is being thrown into the air the same as yours but you draw a negative conclusion when you feel his hand pinning you down on the leather seat.

"rushing somewhere?" he sneers into your ear and you finally come back to your senses, only capable to give him a whimper as answer while slowing your grip on the lever as you realize the boat is getting closer to you, or you to the boat. you couldn't tell the difference anymore, not with how your high was building up rapidly, your legs shaking uncontrollably around the saddle seat of the jet ski. you struggled to keep your eyes opened and to maneuver the watercraft to the side of the boat as the waves of orgasm washed over you the same way the ones of the ocean washed over the hull of the white yacht. you threw your head back against jungkook's shoulder as loud moans were being ripped from you, his hand carrying you to overstimulation as his other one was digging crescents into the meat of your thigh.

"holy fuck!" you mutter out as you grab a hold of his knees, trying to pull yourself out of his touch as you arch your back but to no avail. because you didn't really wanted him to stop. every second passing by was sweet torture, jungkook's ministrations being able to bring you on the brink of exhaustion in only few moments.

his fingers stop slowly, your body still jolting under his touch as he dives for your hole, coating his fingers in your release before pulling them away from you. you make eye contact in the mirror again, his hand precisely making it's way to your lips, fingers waiting excitedly for you to open your mouth. you obey to the silent command and take his fingers inside you, swirling your tongue over and in between them as you look at jungkook. his eyes are filled with lust, his prey-like gaze from before long gone, being replaced by one of a predator.

"good girl." he whispers into your ear as he gently slaps the outsides of your thighs. removing his fingers from your mouth, he gives you a one sided smirk as he places his hands on the handlebar of the jet ski, maneuvering it closer to the boat so you two can get out of one floating thing and onto the other.

"oh my god!" you screamed loud enough for people to hear you on each side of the ocean. "i think that's a shark." words that come out way too pitched at the sight of what was most definitely a shark. shock takes sudden control of your mind and your body as you remain petrified, watching as the big animal swims right next to the hull of the yacht.

terrifying, you think to yourself, just as you always thought them to be. and suddenly all the times that you were met with a dismissive response of "yeah, but you'll never actually see any sharks" when you told people your greatest fear, turned out to be untrue.

"really?" you hear from behind you, the only thing keeping you connected to the current reality being the sweet voice of your boyfriend.

sweet voice matched along with mischievous actions as you feel strong hands pushing you forward into the water and pulling you back just before your torso made contact with the edge of the boat. you scream once again, now a sound that seems ripped from a horror movie. your eyes keep wide as your heart starts beating uncontrollably whilst your tensed back is being pressed tight against jungkook's firm chest. his hands keep their place on your shoulders, rubbing slowly as you hear his croaked laugh from behind you.

"i-i'm breaking up with you." you mutter out slowly and he only laughs harder to your comment, turning you to face him.

"you said that when i made you paraglide and here we are." he says through a pout, gesturing down with his eyes when enunciating the last three words.

"not for long if you're gonna feed me to the shark." you reply and he throws his head back in laughter again, long black strands of hair flowing as he moves. this time you join him too, heart still beating fast. you knew it was because of him, but you weren't sure if it was him fake pushing you into the water or just him.

yeah, you got scared, but in reality you knew he would rather throw himself in the water than risk losing you. if you thought about it, a heart attack would've been worth it just to see him laugh the way he does now, smile brighter than the sun in the mid-day, the mole under his lower lip ever present and ever stealing the show as his naked chest heaved for air upon his last chuckles.

"let me make it up to you." he whispers close to your ear as his hands find purchase on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

"well, you could make it up to me by not trying to feed me to the shark." you whisper back, pressing your hands on his chest not only to feel him but also to put some distance in between the two of you so you can look into his eyes again. he hums as his lips twitch in a wicked smile, looking to the side as if considering the option you just gave him, eyes laying back on yours with a far more dangerous gaze than whatever swam in the water beneath your feet.

"or i could feed on your pussy on the deck of our very expensive yacht." he suggests, latching his soft lips on your neck, the metal of his piercing stroking your skin again. you don't know what gets your heat pooling most: the sudden erotic statement or the mutual attribution of his possession and how he chose to say our instead of my, when in reality it was his yacht. you hum in return, interlocking the fingers of both of your hands at the back of your boyfriend's neck as you let yourself swayed by him in the place aforementioned.

he's quick to lay you down on your back, taking his rightful place in between your parted legs as he kneels on the white shiny surface. jungkook leans over you, smashing his hungry lips onto yours, making sure to reach beyond any point his tongue has reached before. his fingers tickle your nape as they untie the string of the top of your swimsuit, leaving your breasts naked under his sight, nipples all hardened up for him. he moans as he takes one of them into his mouth, licking it painfully hard while he massages your other breast. you whimper, arching your back as your right hand finds a hold of his head, pulling him closer. you feel the vibrations of his moan down to each and every end of your nerves when your other hand scratches his back a little too harshly, letting your nipple out with a loud pop, he rises to his knees again, eyeing each part of you closely whilst untying the strings of the bikini bottom as well.

"fuck, your body..." he whispers as he slightly palms his growing length. you could say the same about him, all sweaty from the heat, golden skin highlighting your favorite parts of his body even more- his collarbones, the defined line in between his muscular pecs, his toned abs and oh, so beautiful v line. maybe gods really did walk on earth.

"i know i said i'd eat you out," jungkook articulates as he sits beside you, giving you an all knowing look. "but i changed my mind." he adds, helping you get up and over him, laying down on his back right as your thighs hug each side of him. he hooks his strong hands under your thighs and pulls you as close to his face as he can, letting you do the rest of the job as you quickly realize what it is that he wants. still a manner of eating someone out, you think, but you understand what he meant to say: i won't feed on you, you'll be feeding me yourself.

you rise off of him a bit, so you can place yourself better on top him, wet pussy hovering right above his mouth. your thighs straddling each side of his face as he pulls your weight down, wasting not a second more as his eager tongue licked a smooth path from your clit to your hole, collecting all your nectar in his mouth. he groaned into your core, devouring the sweet flesh of your pussy as his tongue delved deeper inside you. you began slow motions of your hips, thanking whatever gods forged jungkook for making his nose the way it was, for it was now brushing perfectly against your clit as you grinded on his face. his smooth palms place themselves on your ass cheeks, encouraging you even further to make a mess out of him as his veiny arms moved in tandem with the rolls of your hips, pushing you further down his mouth.

the sun was the only witness to the erotic scene the two of you were displaying, hot rays grazing your back as you were desperately chasing your high. jungkook was sending vibrations into your core as he murmured in satisfaction upon hearing your high pitched moans, working harder in the process of tongue fucking you with each second passing by. your hips move frantically when the ticklish sensation in your lower abdomen starts to make it's appearance and you find hold of the metal railing in front of you, squeezing it as tight as jungkook is squeezing your ass. you let go with a breathy moan, tilting your body forward as your boyfriend laps up every drop of your hot release with hunger. you feel yourself jolt, not being aware of any other part of your body except where jungkook's tongue is, teasing your contracting hole. he takes it out slowly and licks his way up to your clit again, gasping quietly for air as his face gets itself out of the entrapment of your thighs. you look down at him, taking in his glistening jaw and wide smile as you give him one in return.

"if you ever decide to kill me, please do it this way." he says motioning his eyes down to your still pulsating core and back to you. you chuckle tiredly, slowly removing your body from his.

getting up to your feet requires more control from your thighs than you've ever needed, burning soreness making it's presence felt in between them. you extend your hand to him and he takes it, making no effort in rising to his feet. you walk down into the cockpit, pushing his chest slowly when you reach the cushioned bench on one side of it. he sits down, legs spread apart, giving you better vision to the bulge in the thin material of his black shorts. you vigorously collapse to your knees, taking less than two seconds to yank the only material covering him down to his ankles. you place your hands on his knees, slowly rising them to the erect member resting it's tip on his torso, head glistening in pre-cum as you get your hands to the base of it, rubbing it in slow up and down motion as you feel the skin shift underneath your tight hold.

he releases a moan through his bitten lower lip and you smirk up at him just before your mouth comes in contact with his shaft, engulfing it as you try to venture yourself deeper down. his length reaches the back of your throat, making you gag around it as you cover the part of his dick that just wouldn't fit in your mouth with your soft hands, jerking it slowly as you start bobbing your head.

"fuck..." he groans, taking a fistful of your hair, guiding your head smoothly down his cock, soaking it with your spit. you moan around him, tightening your grip of both his cock and thigh as the rhythm increases in pace. tears form at the outer corners of your eyes every time his tip brushes pleasantly against the back of your throat. you look up to him only to find his sight already upon you, eyes studying the pretty image of your soft lips around his cock through heavy lids and a grunt filled with tension. you bop your head faster, sloppily taking in whatever inch you can reach and he moans again, abruptly stopping your movements by yanking your head away. he leans in to kiss you, pinching his tip in between his thumb and index finger as he groans into your mouth.

"you almost had me there." he chuckles as he breaks the kiss, rising you by your armpits and anchoring you on his lap. you laugh as you place your knees on the surface he was sat on, his hands on your waist as he helps you up. you quickly align his wet tip with your even wetter entrance and slowly slide down with a quiet whimper, throwing your head back when the feeling of him finally stretching you out is given to your craving body. he grabs a hold of your ass cheeks again, creating space in between the both of you so he can thrust into you, at first slowly but increasing pace rapidly as you buried your nails in his muscular back, leaving long red trails when you slid them towards his shoulders.

you thought to yourself that your screams definitely traveled to the shores, reaching the ears of people as jungkook was drilling his hips into you at an ungodly speed, making sure to fill you up to the brim every time his hips went up. it was fast and passionate all together and every time you closed your eyes you seemed to forget where you were. nothing bore importance anymore other than jungkook and his sweet voice into your ear as he moaned louder than ever before, music to your ears. he seemed to take advantage of the fact that the two of you were stranded alone even more than you did. his movements grew messy as his groans grew deeper and in no longer than seven more strides, jungkook stilled his hips, pressing them upwards so his cock was as deep as it could be inside of you. hot ropes of white liquid were painting your velvety walls, the feeling making your head dizzy.

jungkook was breathing hardly, head buried in the crook of your neck as your hand was in his hair, brushing through his luscious, black strands. although you didn't cum again, your pussy was convulsing around his softening member, clit still aching from the two orgasms you had before. the feeling was as sweet as honey and you delighted in it, wishing for time to never pass. to leave you and jungkook in this moment as you looked at the ocean and the sun slowly starting to set down, painting it a pretty shade of pink. you remained hugged for some time, not muttering even a word out as your boyfriend traced lazy circles on your back with his soft fingers, you still massaging his head softly as your own started to pulsate shyly.

"i think i got a sunstroke." you say as you pull away from his embrace, only to place your hands on his chest and kiss his lips softly. he giggles quietly into your mouth, taking a hold of your nape with his tattooed hand and deepening the kiss.

"don't worry baby," he whispered close to your face, mouth traveling down to your jaw, neck, chest, slowly planting wet kisses along it's way. "i'm gonna fuck it away for you."

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hi!! so um i wanted to request maybe some hc or scenarios about midoriya, shoto and shinsou being loyal? if that makes sense? idk i've just read some angsty fics about cheating todoroki and now i'm sad :(

being loyal

character(s) : todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, shinsou hitoshi (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] gender neutral; they/them pronouns, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, angst-ish, suggestive but it’s barely there (x reader)

note(s) : first of all, cheater! todoroki isn’t realistic at all in my opinion, even if it’s used as a weapon for other x reader fics. i don’t think todoroki would ever be with someone he didn’t love anymore, especially since that being in a romantic relationship would be a very big step for him, i could go on, but don’t worry about it anon!

no proofread wndnwnw

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todoroki shouto

shouto as a lover is interesting. sure, you’ll argue like any normal couple— he’s not the best at understanding what’s wrong sometimes

and occasionally, you’ll have to shove it in his face for him to get the memo

his blunt words don’t help at all sometimes

but, you know one thing that shouto’s not? a cheater.

not even sugar coating it. he’ll never cheat. he loves you too much for him to even be thinking about other people

and i don’t think he’d stay and hurt someone’s feelings, if he felt like he shouldn’t be with them anymore

shouto’s popular, as to be expected. he’s the son of endeavor— who happens to be loaded, handsome, and also equipped with an amazing quirk

there’ll be a handful of people that’ll try to throw themselves at him.

as i’ve mentioned in the pick me girl post, shouto may be unaware about certain things, but as soon as he realizes what they’re trying to do

he won’t be nice, and that cold demeanor of his will come back in a snap. and, he’ll most likely try to leave right away.

like,, a girl could be half naked in front of him, but he wouldn’t even spare a glance at them. they’re not you, because they’re not hot. why does it matter? here’s an example :

random girl : “a man like you wouldn’t mind having a few extra lovers, right? there’s not harm”

shouto : 😐

shouto on the inside : ‘cooking some soba for Y/N would be delightful tonight, wouldn’t it? you should leave before it gets too late.’

he wouldn’t even say goodbye, the look on his face is enough to tell that he’s not at all interested in their advances

after all, you already make him feel complete and so loved🤠 shouto would rather slurp 3 pairs of jeans through a straw than ever think of cheating.

midoriya izuku

it’s not difficult for him to stay loyal either, i mean,, loyalty in a relationship is the bare minimum anyway

all he’s focused on is you, improving and honing his skills, and fulfilling his dreams.

heavens forbid anyone for thinking that he’d ever get with any other person that’s not you

he’s aware that over time, he’s been an unintentional chick magnet— and technically, he’s friendly with everyone excluding bakugou, sorta

but right away, he understands when someone’s trying to get with him

while he might’ve said they were just being friendly before, he recognizes the signs well— considering that he thought YOU were just being friendly

izuku’s not blushy and well,, a mess. he’s still polite, compared to the other two— but, you can tell that he’s losing interest in the conversation that’s rare

but, if a girl’s going to stand in front of him half naked, he’s going to get flustered at first because they’re NEARLY flashing him tf?

and if anyone accuses of him being disloyal, he’ll get offended but mostly sad, because the thought makes him feel utterly sick to the stomach.

oh, and he’ll always make sure to mention you and your existence.

here’s a short example of how he’d be loyal!

random girl : “your quirk’s awesome! our kids would be super powerful ;)”

izuku, knowing well that his kids wouldn’t be able to genetically inherit any quirk of his: “thanks! if Y/N wants to have kids, our kids will be raised well. i appreciate for the compliment!”

random girl : “no, i mean—”

izuku : “it was nice speaking to you :) gotta find my darling now.”

he’ll leave immediately, not even thinking about looking back to see their reaction. he needs to see you

and the first thing he’ll tell you when he sees you is what had just occurred. the feeling in his stomach disappearing when you lend him an attentive ear

shinsou hitoshi

ehh— compared to the other two, he wouldn’t notice right away.

he’ll assume that the people trying to snag him away are just being nice. because of his middle school days, friendliness is still something he’s trying to figure out.

he wouldn’t understand why someone would want to be with him since well,, man’s taken. no one would stoop that low to be a homewrecker

except for a few people, that had no sense of what was right or wrong. they just went for it regardless of his relationship status.

and when he realized what they were after, he’ll deadpan, absolutely uninterested.

compared to todoroki, hitoshi will simply tell them straight to their face that he’s taken, and he’ll just have to hope that they’d get it— and end the conversation in a nice away

but— if they don’t, he won’t hesitate on using his quirk this time. not to harm them of course, but to steer them away

example :

hitoshi : “i’m taken, and very happy with my relationship.”

random girl : “hmm,, but they don’t have to kno—”

and before the pursuer could even finish her sentence, they’re under his quirk, and he’ll demand that she forgets about the encounter, and that she’ll stay away.

because how dare they suggest that you wouldn’t be smart enough to find that out. their desperation makes hitoshi laugh

oh, and hitoshi will definitely shit talk them when he sees you again. he’ll even be so extra about it if he needs to

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing and i do not profit off of my hobby

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I am *endlessly* curious about how Wei Wuxian ended up at the Cloud Recess, and very satisfied my internal suspicion that the Lan and the Jiang were busy rebuilding their power/plotting a coup was right. Though I'm now curious about their reaction to 'Meng Yao is being kept around, and as Empress at that'.

spontaneous fic extra for Good Help - ao3 link

Good news! one of Nie Huaisang’s letters started, which was never good news. My brother has finally become gainfully employed! He will no longer be a burden on society, a good-for-nothing that does nothing but idle his days away, bringing shame upon our family name.

Wei Wuxian blinked down at the letter. “Jiang Cheng,” he said. “Did I manage to hit my head and wake up in a world where Nie Mingjue is not the Empress?”

“No,” Jiang Cheng said, looking bored. He was officially there on Jin sect business, though everyone politely pretended that he wasn’t very clearly there to see Wei Wuxian or, for those not in the know, sent by his husband, who had virtually no cutsleeve tendencies at all, to get him somewhere that wasn’t Lanling. It was an excuse they used rather a lot to get Jiang Cheng to where he needed to be. “He’s definitely still the Empress. Keep reading.”

Wei Wuxian kept reading.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he said a second later. “Someone mistook him for a guard? How?!”

“I mean, it’s not as ridiculous as you might think. No one’s seen him in years,” Jiang Cheng said, finally breaking his mask of boredom in favor of a grin. “He’s always behind all those veils – I’m pretty sure his fashion sense as Empress is ‘how much can I look like the curtain I’m trying to hide behind’.”

“But he’s so –” Wei Wuxian moved his hands around in an attempt to encompass very broad shoulders, a narrow waist, muscles, and also height. “Notable!”

“It’s been a while since you’ve been to court, hasn’t it? He’s always up on that platform far away from everyone else – you know how Wen Ruohan likes to look down on everyone – and everything around him has been resized for him; he looks more proportional that way. And if you didn’t know, and there’s no reason that this Meng Yao fellow would know…”

“Still!”

“No, really, it’s not that strange! You know how Wen Ruohan’s guards of the inner hall are dressed, all fancy Wen sect robes, and that’s all Nie Mingjue has other than his Empress get-up, which obviously isn’t appropriate for when he wants to go outside to train Baxia. He would’ve been wearing the right clothes and walking in the right place, and he is what you’d expect a guard to look like…if you bumped into him at random, as happened here, it’s a reasonable mistake to make.”

“He hired him as his secretary,” Wei Wuxian marveled. “Just – wow. Wow. Mingjue-xiong is going to break him in half, the first time he tries anything.”

“Maybe,” Jiang Cheng said. “Maybe not.”

Someone needs to go assassinate this Meng Yao person right away, Nie Huaisang’s next letter – nominally addressed to Lan Wangji this time – said. I think my brother might actually like him. A upstart Jin bastard that worked his way up through the Fire Palace – do you think all these years with Wen Ruohan has rotted da-ge’s sense of taste?

“He doesn’t actually mean that we should assassinate him,” Wei Wuxian told Lan Wangji, who nodded in agreement. “We still need the viceroy to remain in his place as the target. He’s just being dramatic.”

If Nie Huaisang actually wanted Wei Wuxian to assassinate someone, he had other ways of asking.

That was a fair portion of what Wei Wuxian did these days, actually, other than work on his ideas for demonic cultivation and warm Lan Wangji’s bed. Ironically enough, of the three, the last was his actual job: after Wen Chao had his golden core destroyed as punishment for having dared fight back when the Wen sect invaded the Lotus Pier – a temper tantrum at not being allowed to do the same to Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian suspected, since Wen Ruohan had even then already planned to sell the heirs of the Jiang sect to the highest bidder – Lan Wangji had, after quietly rescuing him at Jiang Cheng’s frantic instigation and with Nie Huaisang’s connivance, announced that he was keeping him as a personal pet.

Wen Ruohan had been pressuring the Lan sect to adopt some vices, simply because he knew it would make them uncomfortable – Lan Qiren had been a particular target – and he’d been satisfied by the notion of one of Lan Qiren’s precious nephews, the Jades of Lan, deciding to keep a whore, even if he’d insisted on having Wei Wuxian inspected to make sure he’d been thoroughly used.

(Proving it had not been a hardship, not when Wei Wuxian had a lover as thorough and tireless as Lan Wangji. Joke’s on you, Wen Ruohan!)

Still, even as Wei Wuxian did (in his opinion) some of his best work on his back and puzzled his way through demonic cultivation as the only possible route for him now – Lan Qiren helped him with some of the musical cultivation bits, and also in arguing to the Lan sect elders that some type of cultivation was better than nothing, and anyway there was a limit to how much trouble he could cause while under close supervision – he had also started up a sideline in taking out their political enemies on account of being the one of them that people would least suspect. No one even remembered his name anymore!

“Maybe we should go to court and check him out,” Wei Wuxian added thoughtfully. “See what he’s like, make sure he’s not leading Nie Mingjue down the wrong path, that sort of thing.”

They could pass along some of Nie Huaisang’s messages, too.

There was that whole coup they were planning, even if it was far less interesting than Nie Mingjue actually making a friend for the first time in over a decade…

“Mm,” Lan Wangji agreed. “Wei Ying has good judgment.”

“I do! If he’s nice – though there’s no chance he’ll be nice, he’s from the Fire Palace – I’ll tell Nie Huaisang that I approve,” Wei Wuxian decided. “If he’s awful, I’ll send a ghost to haunt him until he can’t sleep. If he’s a little awful but seems salvageable, I’ll…I don’t know…I’ll set some dogs on him!”

Lan Wangji’s eyebrows went up.

“You’ll set some dogs on him!”

The eyebrows went down.

“Rude, Lan Zhan. Very rude.”

“So having now seen Meng Yao and my da-ge interact with my own two eyes, I’ve decided that they’re going to get married,” Nie Huaisang announced.

“Is that wise?” Wei Wuxian asked, even though he actually thought Meng Yao was pretty cool. He was so good at being nice to people that he disliked, so incredibly efficient, so thoughtful, and best of all only very rarely followed up on the occasional murder-eyes he liked to shoot people when he thought no one was looking; it had actually been the fact that he and Lan Wangji had both vouched for him that had convinced Nie Huaisang to change his plans to account for his brother’s preferences. “Making him the Empress? He’ll be bossing your brother around in no time.”

“He’s already bossing my brother around, and that’s the way my brother likes it,” Nie Huaisang said. “Making Meng Yao the mother of the Empire – above ten thousand, below one – is the ideal way to sate his hunger for power in a way that makes him feel confident that he won’t be so easily replaced the way a viceroy or prime minister would be, and therefore unlikely to betray us. Also, it will make Jin Guangshan have an aneurysm, and that will be hilarious.”

“I like that,” Jiang Cheng said. “Also, didn’t we agree that you were going to be the prime minister?”

“No,” Nie Huaisang said patiently. “You are going to be prime minster, and I’m going to be your empty-headed but pretty former Imperial Consort wife.”

“I’m pretty sure ‘former Imperial Consort’ isn’t usually a thing.”

“Yes, well, it’s a coup, we make the rules. It’d be such a shame not to use this nice bureaucracy that Wen Ruohan set up for us…Wei-xiong, what about you?”

“What about me? I’m very happy as Lan Zhan’s whore.”

Jiang Cheng tried to hit him, but Wei Wuxian dodged, cackling. “Maybe I’ll start spending his money on fancy clothing and living it up now that I’m his official mistress,” he said. “I have Wang Lingjiao’s example to look up to, don’t I..?”

“I would like to marry Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji opined, and Wei Wuxian suddenly felt all gooey inside.

“I meant what will we do with him in the government,” Nie Huaisang said, long-suffering. “You’re all useless – though not as useless as me, of course.”

Jiang Cheng pressed a kiss to his cheek. “No one’s as useless as you, my little good-for-nothing.”

“And don’t any of you forget it!” Nie Huasiang exclaimed, then elbowed Jiang Cheng in the ribs. “Don’t touch me, you married man. Get a proper divorce before you try making your way into my bed; what sort of girl do you think I am?”

“You can’t be serious!” Jiang Cheng spluttered. “Jin Zixuan is drawing up the papers right now –”

“I feel like I deserve a proper wedding, don’t you?” Nie Huaisang asked Wei Wuxian, who started laughing. “I didn’t get a proper one the last time around –”

“We’ve been sleeping together for years!”

“We were having a thrilling affair under the nose of an evil tyrannical dictator. Who’s to say that the spark’s still there?”

“Oh you want spark,” Jiang Cheng said. “I’ll give you spark –”

#mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #jiang cheng #nie huaisang #my fic #my fics #good help #I saw this ask and got Inspired #barid-bel-medar

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blysse-and-blunder · 2 years

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in lieu of a commonplace book

saturday, jan 15, 2022, 5pm pst — sunday, jan 16, 2022, 10 pm pst

what is a week, a month, a new year? a silly little series of days

head full, many thoughts, most of them about television! spoilers for star trek : discovery’s season 1

reading not a ton to report, on the book side of things. i'm trying to reduce the number of ao3 tabs open on my phone by deliberately finishing and closing things, which has meant some trips down memory lane (81 chapter yuri on ice fic from 2018, we meet again), and in so doing have been neglecting the vacation reads i packed for myself. on the brighter side, i've joined a couple of storygraph reading challenges for 2022 and am looking forward to the exploration these will require-- the one book i have started and been making progress on so far this year is olivia waite's the care and feeding of waspish widows, which i would highly recommend so far!

(can't say a whole lot for the cover design, though.)

waite's previous wlw historical romance, the lady's guide to celestial mechanics, established a pattern which she follows again here, so both protagonists have a distinctive hobby/occupation/craft, in this case 19th century printing and bee-keeping, and this gives a lot of rich detail to the books themselves before you even get to the steamier dimensions. also liking waspish widows for the fact that both of our leads are in their forties!! and are a certain amount of jaded and/or world-weary! i'll say this for it, though, that while i totally buy the budding tenderness between the two protagonists, and while i'm excited to have the discussions of law, politics, art, beekeeping, etc., we're like 40% into the book and so far it is...not especially erotic. the introduction of 'oh these characters are attracted to each other' has felt...sort of arbitrary? i feel like i had this problem with celestial mechanics too? have i just been spoiled for published romances by the better slow-burn fan works i've been lucky enough to find? will definitely keep reading, however.

watching more thoughts on star trek: discovery, **spoilers for discovery season 1 ** one of the lessons i've had to learn watching picard and discovery this past month, is that i didn't keep up with star trek especially well post-voyager. or to put it another way, i was raised on next generation and there's just no escaping the fact that it shapes my tastes to this day. so it's been a strange revelation (though it probably shouldn't be) that...each decade or so makes the star trek of it's own tastes and sensibilities. and these are not the same, today, as they were when tng or ds9 were being released. these newer star trek series (so far; in the early eps of disco season 2 there has already been a palpable shift that gives me a lot of hope) feel like they want so badly to be star wars, to have galactic-level conflict (literally the Klingon war… a literal star war) and the highest of stakes in addition to gleaming surfaces and acrobatic fight scenes, and it's just...i stop caring when the scale is too big, because it feels (ironically!) cheaper than if we were fighting over 100 lives, or ten. i miss the philosophizing, i miss the holodeck, i miss the various characters' personal logs as a story-telling device— I miss planet-or-weird-nebula-of-the-week.

(god she's incredible. what can't she do. i'm living for her hair journey. i'm living for her eyes.)

they're s l o w l y reintroducing some of these things, in the midst of the lens flares and occasionally super clunky dialogue (disco writers may i introduce you to...the subjunctive? or like, dialogue that isn't largely exposition?). maybe it's the delivery, i feel like almost everyone is unnaturally stilted and it only works for sonequa martin-green bc a) michael's vulcan upbringing and b) she's a motherfucking artist and steals every single scene. (something i noticed in Picard, too, was a different level of, dare I say, naturalism in some of the deliveries: people with stage training, Michelle Hurd and Anthony rapp and even Patrick stewart sometimes, bless him, are just…the reads are different, and it’s enough that I was able to say to myself ‘hmm I bet MH has a theatre background’ and then check imdb and be correct). but like, i was pretty skeptical of a lot of choices made in the conception of this klingon war story line, i found the tardigrade / spore drive slightly ridiculous while appreciating that they were introduced for Plot Reasons. I got very heavy doctor who vibes from the alternate universe stuff and was seriously debating whether they'd jumped the shark with the introduction of nega!georgiou (as good as michelle yeoh is), before the reveal that lorca had been nega!lorca the whole time, which was kind of beautiful— it made every objection i'd had to lorca and his jingoism/willingness to sacrifice personnel and longterm success 'for the war' fall into place (though a lot of the ‘for the war’ attitude from other characters, cough ash tyler cough, remained a bit grating). also michael's whole speech in the last episode about holding to starfleet's principles made me stop and consider whether i was wrong and the show had actually had me right where it wanted me the whole time. ugh. ** end of spoilers**

i also have now watched episodes 1-7 or so of the cdrama the wolf/ lang dianxia (2020), and while obviously i began watching and have continued to hold out for xiao zhan's appearance (according to imdb he was in ep 1 somewhere, but i missed it and won't be going back to rewatch any time soon in an effort to get to his proper introduction faster), it is a valuable experience in other ways. i'm really loving li qin as the main female character, she is not only extremely beautiful but has the same command of all her incremental facial movements that i admired xiao zhan for in cql, so ma zhaixing as a character is obviously built of several tropes, but lq is imbuing her with this humanity at the same time... also this show like. passes the bechdel test. also i like how it has evolved its own concept a few times already? i thought it was going to be A Certain Way at the beginning, and then it time-skipped, and now we're doing 'arranged marriage' trope stuff, and...yeah, it's something i'll keep watching. xz better hurry up and get here though. also i looked this show up on Wikipedia and was immediately spoiled for something so rip me i guess, never actually investigate these things you should know better. 😔 poster slaps, though.

listening one of the drains on my mental health while visiting family is that i don't have control of the aux cord as much, so to speak. when i realize this, and start carving out time to listen to my own tunes (volunteering to cook solo, going on long walks and not inviting others, etc.), things inevitably improve. but the song of the post is still a moody one, i love the instrumentation's build and energy and i also love the fact that it's written from the pov of a real character. I had the refrain ‘cause I’m not in the right state of mind’ playing in my head on repeat for a lot longer than is probably healthy back in dec; it was relatable at the time.

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playing conversely, one of the real joys of being with my folks is the chance to continue our epic, decades-long scrabble clash of the titans. last night my dad played ‘zoomer’ on a double word score that garnered a tidy 50+ points, a personal best of his and the high score of the game…until I put ‘quiz’ off of his ‘z’ tile with that ‘q’ on a triple. 66 points. still feeling untouchable. /hairflip

making got some oil pastels (but like, the kids version) for Christmas and have begun playing around with them, which is fun. the texture is very pleasant, even if the actual consistency isn’t probably that high. making my bff a little portrait of her dog (rough sketch below), which I may post if it turns out to be anything.

working on I got an offer to do a guest-lecture in a course at my institution called ‘the Celtic book’ and, meeting with the instructor on Friday, I got all excited about topics I could cover and maaaaaay have seriously over-promised. The lecture’s on Tuesday and I played hooky all weekend so tomorrow is about prepping some slides and prioritizing what I actually need to say, versus getting sucked into rabbit holes and wasting time on trying to decide if the white book has been quietly rebound?? since the 2018 digitization?? (celticists please @ me it’s bananas)

#in lieu of a commonplace book #weekly roundup #ilcb #not mentioned: the new boba fett and how much its soundtrack rocks #also not mentioned: succession s2 eps 6-7 #it’s been a Time

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