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rodolfoparras · 8 months

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Thinking about Price and the kinks he likes to indulge in

Pairing: John Price x Top Male reader

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, blowjobs, anal sex, hard dom! Male reader, sub! Price, possessiveness, make up sex, price likes to be photographed while nude?

Thinking about Price, who’s set on keeping his private life and work life separated, but then there’s a drawer in his desk, containing an album full of Polaroid pics, taken of him in many different obscene positions.

There’s one that’s taken in his dorm, with Price on all four, orange sunlight beaming over his skin, and with cum smeared between his thighs and cheeks. His neck is cranked to face the lens and there’s a dopey smile on his face.

BACK IN THE BARRACKS

It had been a long day at work, with him feeling more frustrated than usual. He had showed up to your room acting like a dark cloud was clinging onto his form.

You had offered to help him unwind, shoved him onto the bed and made him cum multiple times. There was one point where his body felt separated from his mind, feeling everything and nothing all at once. In the haze he heard your voice, honey coated words telling him to “turn around John”

He hadn’t even had the time to process, body reacting on reflex as a flash passed by his eyes and before he knew of it you had a nude Polaroid of him laying around.

Soon enough another Polaroid joined the ever growing collection.

There’s nothing tender about the picture. Your tags hang around his throat, with you clutching onto them to pull him closer for the shot. His skin is all marked up, lips rubbed red and eyes wide, as he takes your cock as far down his throat as he can.

A MOUTHFUL AND A HANDFUL

He doesn’t remember if you’d been in the middle of an argument, Polaroid taken amidst a moment of what was supposed to be make up sex but he remembers the flux of emotions bubbling in his gut, voice hoarse from continuously sucking on your cock with black and blue knees that was a result from the minutes spent kneeling.

Despite the rough vibe he didn’t mind, wanted to please you as much as he could even when you stripped him off of his title as captain and lover and treated him nothing but a gaping hole meant for your pleasure only.

Then a third Polaroid joined the collection, one he’s very much fond of.

It’s a picture of him sprawled out on your sheets, wearing nothing but a shirt with your last name on it. His legs are spread obscenely wide, and there’s a teal green plug nestled inside his ass, with streaks of cum staining the black material of the shirt.

MY JOHN

That day he remembers well, a shot prompted by your jealousy. Someone had attempted to flirt with Price, which wasn’t a crime, since they didn’t know he was a taken man. That’s at least what he had said when you had confronted him about it but you hadn’t been able to let it go especially when the person had been set on taking him out to dinner.

He had declined of course, showed up to your room to sooth the burn but didn’t know he’d be engulfed in the flames as soon as he had crossed the threshold.

You had pinned him to the bed, face determined and goal set. You were going to remind your boyfriend that you could offer him everything he’d ever need whether that be with three fingers thrusting into his slicked up hole, or perched on your face and riding your tongue or having him cum so many times on your cock he ends up losing count.

That very day he had only been able to remember your name, your cock, your face, hadn’t even be able to recall who you were talking about when you’d mentioned the person trying to take him out on a date.

Needless to say, Price likes to keep his private life and work life separated, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to indulge in things in his own way

(Bonus: it’s impossible for him to look at this picture without him getting hard. He’ll wrap a hand around his dick, jerking himself til he’s inching closer to his release, before ropes of cum end up all over the Polaroid pictures.)

#John price #John price x reader #John price x male reader #captain John price #captain John price x reader #captain John price x male reader #call of duty #top male reader #bottom male character

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reidbae · 7 months

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DAY 8: Shattered — rough sex w/dom!spencer reid

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

summary: You needed some quick relief from your profiling professor, who gives it to you: In the roughest way possible.

pairing: dom!prof!spencer reid x sub!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: teacher x student relationship, AFAB!reader, choking, hair pulling, vaginal sex, degradation, praise, use of pet names (doll, baby, honey, sweetheart), public sex but not rlly, general rough sex, fic is veryyy to the point so be warned LOL

wc: 1.2k

"Wait, Spencer, fuck," you muttered under your breath, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you felt his cock push deep inside of you.

You had used your break at school to go see your professor, who also happened to be your boyfriend.

Your very rough boyfriend.

Your body had been begging for him from the second that you had his class that morning, and you knew you wouldn't be able to get through the day without him fucking that need out of you at least once.

What you didn't expect was for him to be so mean about it.

You were bent over his desk, with Spencer positioned behind you. You were now on your second round, because, it would seem, one wasn't enough for Spencer. You felt his cock push into your sensitive cunt before you'd had even a second to cool down from your first high.

Thus, provoking that response.

"I can't," you whispered in a small, pained voice, your cheeks flaring up with heat at the feeling.

Spencer didn't seem to care about your whines of concern, and only moved himself deeper inside of you, causing you to moan out with a mix of pain and pleasure, and him to chuckle.

"You can't what, sweetheart? Handle it?" Spencer teased you, allowing a hand to close around your throat and squeeze down as he spoke to you. "Weren't you just begging for me to fuck you?"

"Well—Um, I- That's—" you fumbled with your words; But the both of you knew it was impossible for much to coherently leave your mouth at the moment.

"Exactly," Spencer cut you off in a hoarse voice. "I'm only giving you what you asked me for. Now, why don't you be a good girl, shut up, and take it?" he said cruelly, before going right back to pounding into you.

He moved his hand away from your throat as you took him from behind, his hands settling themselves onto your ass and squeezing down. It was all you could do to keep your mouth shut as he did so.

Seeming to be thinking the same thing you were, Spencer moved one of his hands away from your bottom and put it over your mouth, making sure not even one sound could escape your lips. "Keep it down, honey. I'm the only one who gets to hear those pretty moans," he teased.

Your whine in response to that was muffled by his large hand over your mouth, and, like he'd said, all you really could do was sit there and take it.

It wasn't long before pain fluxed back into pleasure, and your whimpers of pain dissolved into lewd moans once more. Spencer only chuckled, but wouldn't remove his hand from your mouth even once.

"That's it, doll. Feels good now, huh?" Spencer said in a raspy voice. You nodded eagerly, moaning into his hand.

You weren't sure what made you do it, but you had a tiny urge to rebel a bit, just to see what Spencer would do. You lifted a weak hand to the one that was covering your mouth, and tried to move his hand away so you could speak.

Spencer's grip was firm, though, and he didn't allow that to happen. "And what is it you think you're doing, sweetheart?" he asked in a rough voice.

You moved your head back as a way to get away from his hand, and this time, succeeded. "Please, Spencer. Please let me talk," you whined out in a bratty, almost snappy voice.

You didn't have to look to know that Spencer wasn't a fan of that.

For a second, you figured he would give it up and let you do what you wanted to do. But when the feeling of soft fabric tying your hands behind your back hit your skin, you knew that that was far from what was going to happen.

You looked back to see what he'd done: Spencer had used the tie he was wearing to hold back your hands, leaving him only in a white unbuttoned work shirt. One of his hands raked through your hair, pulling just a bit to keep you down, and the other went back to your mouth.

"If I tell you to shut up and take it, that's what you do," Spencer said, like it was the easiest thing to humanly comprehend. "Do you understand me?"

You didn't have it in you anymore to deny him; You only nodded your head quickly in response. Spencer chuckled for a second, moving one of his hands down to your throat again. "Attagirl."

After a while, when Spencer began to feel you coming in on your second high, he pulled you into his chest, so that your back was flush against him.

The hand that was disallowing you to speak moved down to rub rough, fast circles on your clit, causing you to moan out with pleasure.

Your expression was nothing short of pornographic as you whispered, "God, Spencer," in a broken voice. "More. Please."

Spencer smirked at you and obliged, doing all that he could to get you to your climax. His free hand cupped your breast, fondling it at the same pace as his other hand did your clit, and attacking your neck with kisses.

Spencer's lips left hickeys wherever they touched as he bit, kissed, and sucked your neck, like he'd die if he didn't. "How's that for you, honey?" he whispered in between kisses.

All you could do was nod in response to that. "Good. So good," you murmured. You tilted your head back to kiss him, your lips meeting each other with frenzied passion. You shamelessly allowed your tongue to explore his mouth, the both of you moaning into it.

Spencer's hands only moved quicker on your clit as his cock pounded into you, desperate to get you to your high. "God, you look so pretty like this," Spencer whispered as he kissed your neck. "My pretty slut, aren't you, sweetheart?"

You nodded, looking at him with a lewd expression. "Y- Yes," you could barely stutter out. "I'm yours."

"That's a good girl," he responded as he pressed his lips to yours again, clearly amused by how needy you were being for him.

Your brain was far too muddled with pleasure to process his teasing tone of voice.

"Spencer," you moaned, covering your mouth with your hand, just as Spencer had done to you earlier. "I- I'm gonna—Fuck," you moaned into his ear.

Spencer only smirked at your shattered tone of voice, chuckling and moving your hand away from your mouth, wanting to hear you this time. "Go ahead, honey. Let it out."

That was all you needed.

A broken whine of Spencer's name fell from your lips as waves of pleasure crashed all over your body, with Spencer moving into you at a speed that could only be described as criminal. His hand rubbing you while he helped you reach your high, too, was almost too much for you to handle.

Almost.

Spencer's actions mimicked yours as he moaned your name into your neck, squeezing your waist forcefully as he filled you to the brim with his cum.

As you both panted, coming down from your climaxes, Spencer pressed a few gentle kisses to your face, a stark contrast to the rough manner he had been handling you in before. "Did I give you what you wanted, baby?" he asked in a soft voice.

You nodded, smiling back at him, and running your fingers through his hair. "Yeah, and then some."

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freuleinanna · 5 months

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wake up honey dropping a doctor who theory here. bear with me, i'm not just crying over 14 and donna, i think it actually holds!!

so, bi-generation. okay. 15 popping out in his therapized glory. so basically, i don't think he just pushed all trauma to 14 and moved on. 15 is actually post-14. meaning, he has lived that life at the same time as he continued living his own life.

remember 13 looked into Time and got split into three? yeah, that. she was in three places simultaneously. her consciousness was, at least. what can't 14, what that recent knowledge, subconsciously do the same? he's just experienced that, and he's still running on regeneration jiuce. worth mentioning, the dude (gender neutral) had a piss with Time his whole life. looking into Vortex, diving into Time itself... the doctor is not disintegrating per se, but can, as proven, survive being split. why not let one part of him live longer?

so he does. he finds home in donna and her family. he's doing whatever the hell. squinting over sci fi books, getting whupped for accidentally buying non-vegan milk for rose ("you said the orange cartbox with stripes!!!" "A STRIPE! WITH A STRIPE! CAN'T TIME LORDS COUNT, YOU DUMBO?!").

having the most difficult heart-to-hearts with his best friend, finally telling her about his companions, the master, the flux. crying, grieving, healing.

looking up at a spaceship torpedoing into the ground and saying "that's a future me problem", dealing cards to donna because it's poker night. and donna is a bit surprised, how easily he let that go, and he just smiles, and holds her hand, and kisses her knuckles gently. and it's alright. "there'll be time for that," he says.

and then they both grow old. and 14 ages. and i don't know if donna dies first or not, it's unimportant. maybe the night she dies it happens. 14 grieves, and cries some more, and says goodbyes. he calls his favorite niece, and when all is said and done, he's ready.

only he isn't about to die, because his essence has to reunite. this part of him has been away for a very long time, and it was the happiest time ever, but he has to be restored. just like 13 had to collect shards of herself back into one, so does 14.

the very particles of his being are reuniting, and it feels like spreading, or travelling, and his silly poetic mind is pleased with the sensation... only to feel regeneration coming full tide, and suddenly he's back on the roof, looking at himself.

"no way!" "will somebody tell me what the hell is going on?!"

but the thing is, he didn't get split at that moment like we think. he got back together. bi-generation. two regenerations happened at the same time, looped one into another. 14 regenerated twice.

and now, now he watches himself exhausted and broken, and he can let himself go. he can sincerely say that it's going to be alright, because he knows it is. donna is right there. she'll take him home.

and he can continue on his way.

#is it alright? does it hold?#let me know #doctor who #doctor who spolier #doctor who meta #doctor who theory #the giggle #the giggle spoilers #fourteenth doctor #fifteenth doctor #donna noble #ncuti gatwa #david tennant #catherine tate #doctor who regeneration #bigeneration #dw #dw spoilers #nuwho

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sage-writes-n-coins-mogai · 2 months

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Hello everyone! I’m planning on making an pride icon headcanon prompt in April to celebrate my birthday! You’re free to join in if you like under the tag “Sage’s Headcanon Event”. Here’s the list:

Mono spec (Lesbian, Gay etc.)

Multi spec (Bisexual, Pansexual etc.)

Asexual | Aromantic | Aspec

Tertiary orientation (platonic, aesthetic, sensual, etc.)

Polyamorous | Ambiamorous | etc.

Trans | Nonbinary

Multigender/Polygender | Fluid/Flux

Xenogender | Neogender

Genderhorder

Therian | Otherkin | Alterhuman | Etc.

Neurodivergence | Disability

Femme | Butch | Futch

Omegaverse mogai/liom (sfw)

Atypical Dysphoria | Dissconnomei | Aldernic | Moresever-/Lessever-

Objectum | Objectix | Objectra | Humanotin

Chronosian | Permaregressor

Neo/Xeno AGAB | Altersex

Nonconformity

‘Contradictory’ identity

Headcanon of your choice!

Tagging: @thee-radio-host-is-a-kookaburra @acetrappolaswife @en8y @honey-makes-mogai @mogai-headcanons @mogaimagic

#sage ponders #headcanon event #mogai term #mogai #mogai identity #mogai post #mogai positivity #headcanon #arissomei #neo agab #lgbt

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asimperingswannsong · 1 year

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The Silent Type

Jan Stevens (Flux Gourmet) / Deslys (OFC)

Smut NSFW 18+ Dubious Consent Strap Oral Anal IDK all the things

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Jan was beyond annoyed. Every group had its own set of challenges, but in her years with the institute she’d learned that persistence was a valuable tool. If you reiterate your points enough eventually you can erode most stones to a smoother shinier look; not this time though. Deslys was proving to be much harder than Jan had anticipated.

Deslys was a silent performer in the current trio. She’d started as a street performer with Manuel. He sang and she danced. They performed a magic act together. Eventually they toured with a company doing stage work before Pilcher recruited the pair for their gastronomy show.

Deslys had potential. She was a striking figure with dark blonde hair cut short and laid close against her head in scalloped bands. A black velvet headband with tulle and crystal accent across the middle. Her face had a cherubic quality, full cheeks and plump lips, bright red lipstick set again her pale complexion. The smoky eye and full black lashes accented her amber eyes flecked with gold. She had a very feminine flapper sort of look that contrasted with her choice of masculine tuxedo (although it was cut perfectly to show off her curves).

She did draw attention in with the intensity of her performance paired with her absolute silence, but Jan felt she took it way too far.

During performances she held herself fully removed; operating sound equipment and always remaining pristine in her evening wear. The other two members of the trio fully immersed themselves in their chosen medium; touching, eating, drinking, and covering themselves in food and beverages. That alone annoyed Jan, causing her to glare at Deslys from her position at the back of the audience.

She would continue with her angry looks until Deslys redirected her attention to Jan. Anytime she made eye contact in return, Jan would falter and immediately look away. Deslys’ gaze was inscrutable; it held no obvious hint of anger, discomfort, curiosity, or anything else Jan could identify.

Deslys angered Jan further at the after show orgies; once again she was removed from the proceedings and still entirely silent. She’d sit in an wingback chair with that same emotionless gaze and watch the other two performers writhing on the floor in a bacchanalian frenzy. A few times an audience member would attempt to draw her in. If they caressed or kissed her Deslys would allow the contact without any response but if they made a move to unbutton or remove an item of clothing she would gently raise a hand to stop them.

Jan fumed over it. This was their audience. A silent performance during the show was one thing, but there was absolutely no reason to continue the ruse beyond that point. Jan felt strongly they the performers should be expressive with their gratitude toward the people who’d come to watch; that had been the whole purpose behind the orgies to begin with; and Deslys sat there refusing to participate or even speak to their fans; it was insulting.

Jan had addressed this several times during their weekly meetings, but Manuel and Pilcher had been dismissive of her concerns simply stating that she was a silent performer. Deslys wouldn’t even speak during their team meetings. When Jan realized that she’d also refused to speak to the journalist when he’d attempted to interview her that was the final straw for Jan.

At the next team meeting, Jan informed the group that it would be Deslys’ turn to provide them with an after dinner speech this evening. When Manuel started to object, Jan cut him off and reiterated that Deslys would be expected to speak this evening. When she looked at Deslys, she had to immediately avert her gaze; that unsettling look that made Jan feel like she was falling. She detested it.

Dinner arrived and Jan cordially invited Deslys to stand for her speech in the most sickly sweet honey voice she could manage. “We very much look forward to hearing your own perspective, especially my journalist, who I hear was unsuccessful earlier.” Deslys did stand, but she simply looked at the wall opposite her, saying nothing. Her fellow performers continued their dinner.

Silence settled on the room and Jan could feel her blood pressure rising. “Anytime dear,” she said through gritted teeth. She noticed she’d gripped the table corner and her knuckles were turning white from pressure. Finally, Manuel cleared his throat, “Deslys prefers to perform in sil…” “Not you,” Jan hissed, “This is Deslys’ after dinner speech. We would like to hear directly from Deslys.” “Yes, as I was saying, Deslys prefers silence as a…” “No!” Jan slammed her fists down on the table causing the plates and stemware to rattle. “This is not a performance. This is dinner! There is no reason she cannot speak for herself.”

“We are here at the institute to work,” now it was Pilcher’s turn to intercede, “She maintains her performance persona while we work, and consequently she will remain silent in your presence as well as the presence of your journalist.” “This is absurd!” Jan once again slammed her fists down. She stood and approached Deslys, standing less than an inch from the side of Deslys’ head before continuing, “The way she refuses to immerse herself in the medium, refuses to express her perspective at any point, and brushes aside the audience is insulting! She is a hindrance to your team. I’ll admit that silence can be an effective way of drawing attention in but it must be tempered properly. As is, she is just dead weight to the group! You could be better served with someone else.”

Deslys stood seemingly content while Jan had conducted this tirade right next to the side of her head; she’d spoken about her as if she wasn’t even present. But now she turned her head toward Jan, she’d moved so close during her vitriol that their faces nearly met as Deslys turned toward her. Jan retreated immediately, turning back to take her seat.

Pilcher continued calmly, “We have listened to your concerns about Deslys’ performance, but we as a group, are pleased with her work and with her manner of contribution.” Deslys calmly retook her seat as the aged doctor chimed in with some seemingly unrelated insight that he somehow managed to tie in to the ancient Greeks. Dinner continued as Jan stewed silently in her seat.

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Deslys crept noiselessly across the room to where Jan slept in a profusion of pinks; pink bedding, pink upholstered headboard, pink silk head scarf, pink silk nightgown (long sleeved with ruffles at the ends), pink walls, pink lamp on the nightstand. She slept in her makeup; garish red lip and a smoky eye that had gotten criminally out of control fully consuming the entirety of her eyelids. Deslys found her a little bit ridiculous and a little bit hypocritical; sleeping all alone in this sprawling mansion while the other members of the institute boarded together in a single room.

She gently grabbed the chain she’d connected underneath to the bed frame when Jan was in her atelier earlier. She placed Jan’s wrists gently on top of the connected cuffs. In one fast motion she closed the cuffs around her. Jan startled awake. She found Deslys leaning over her placidly regarding her with one hand still placed gently on top of her newly restrained arm.

“What the hell do you think you’re…” Jan was cut off by Deslys placing a hand around her throat and slowly applying pressure. Jan stilled and became silent waiting to see what Deslys’ intentions were; revenge for her censure?

Deslys pulled the duvet down from Jan’s upper body. She caressed Jan’s chest with the palm of her hand; locating the nipple of her left breast, she pressed the silk gown taut over it using her thumb and forefinger. She used her other hand to tease the nipple until it hardened; she bent down and placed open mouth kisses to it over the fabric causing Jan to gasp.

She continued kissing, licking, and lightly grazing her teeth over the clothed nipple and Jan began to gently roll her hips underneath the covers. She felt warmth pooling in her core. Deslys had been gentle in her ministrations but she suddenly stopped, lifted her head, grabbed two fistfuls of the fabric of Jan’s gown and violently tore open the buttons on the top. She pressed her lips harshly to Jan’s and stopped the noise that she’d begun to make; a moan? a protest?

She continued to kiss her as she explored her newly exposed breasts with her hands. Jan returned the kiss and opened to allow Deslys to explore deeper as Deslys gently pinched the nipple of Jan’s right breast. Jan began bucking her hips into the air more forcefully. Deslys ran her hand down along Jan’s ribs, down over her belly, and further down over to the side locating her hip bone and gently pressing down pining her hips down onto the mattress and causing Jan to still.

Deslys broke the kiss and leaned back pulling the covers further down off of Jan. As she leaned down Jan noticed she was wearing a strap. Deslys climbed between Jan’s legs and bent back down to resume the kiss as she pulled the bottom of Jan’s nightgown up over her belly. She ran her hands over the bare flesh there as she kissed down Jan’s face to her neck. She ran her hand down and over Jan’s pink silk and lace underwear finding the wet spot that had formed in the front.

Deslys sucked a mark onto Jan’s clavicle before continuing to work her way down leaving open mouthed kisses along her chest. She dipped her fingers into Jan’s panties and parted her slit as she sucked her left nipple into her mouth. Jan groaned as Deslys circled her clit gently with her fingertips. Jan felt herself getting wetter.

Deslys pulled back again and Jan moaned in frustration bucking her hips back up. Deslys slipped her fingers under the sides of Jan’s underwear and pulled them down and off. Jan watched in confusion as Deslys removed lube from her pocket and began applying it to the length of the strap. Jan thought it was a pointless task she was already wet but the sight of her applying it caused Jan’s mouth to water.

Deslys pressed the tip to Jan’s entrance and without warning she shoved the full length in at once. Jan threw her head back thrashing from side to side as Deslys gripped both of her hips and began fucking her hard and fast. Jan felt a burning sensation at being stretched so much so quickly even with the lube but it was followed almost immediately by waves of pleasure making the pain almost enjoyable. She felt Deslys suck hard a her nipple again and she reached above her head looking for something to grab onto. Finding nothing she wrapped the chain the cuffs were attached to around her hands a few times and held on as Deslys continued to fuck her at a bruising pace.

When she felt Deslys’ fingers on her clit again Jan felt she was going to cum. She was so close. It felt so good. But Deslys abruptly stopped pulling completely out of her and leaning back again. “No, no! Please! I’m so close. Please!” Deslys removed her bow tie, balled it up and shoved it into Jan’s mouth. She grabbed her by the hips and pushed her to roll over. Jan complied and Deslys pulled her up onto her knees, grabbing two pillows from the head of the bed and placing them under Jan’s belly. She pressed on her lower back pushing her down and causing her to arch with her belly pressing in the pillows.

Deslys re-entered Jan from the back, this time she was slower and more gently. Her grip on her hips was more gentle also as she languidly fucked her. The new angle was causing the tip of the strap to hit the small spongy space inside of her that sent electric currents through her body. She felt Deslys spit onto her asshole and rub the spit with the tip of her index finger.

“Ungh!” Jan was trying to protest but it came out muffled with the bow tie still in her mouth. She felt more of the lube on her ass and then Deslys dipped her index finger inside. “Ughh!” Jan had never been fucked anally before. Deslys pressed further in and began curling her finger inside as she continued to fuck her cunt slowly.

Jan felt Deslys press a second finger against her entrance and then press inside. She curled them inside of her and then scissored them opening the ring of muscle further. Jan buried her face into the pillow in front of her no longer caring whether she smeared her makeup. She moaned at the sensation of being fucked in both holes.

When Deslys felt Jan was relaxed enough she pulled a plug out of her jacket and shoved it into her ass stretching her open even more. She started to fuck her cunt faster and deeper while she reached up squeezing one of her breasts and placing two fingers of her other hand into her mouth. She pressed down on the fabric and her tongue holding her mouth open. Jan felt penetrated from all sides. She felt herself starting to drool.

Jan’s eyes rolled back in head as she felt her orgasm building again. Deslys released her breast and started to apply pressure to Jan’s clit again. That was all it took for Jan’s brain to short out as she came clenching down hard on the strap. She felt slick running down onto her thighs as she collapsed fully into the bed.

Deslys wasn’t quite finished with her yet. She laid down at the bottom of the bed and pushed Jan’s legs back up and open as Jan tried to recover and catch her breath. She reached up underneath her and pushed the pillows out from under her belly before crawling up the mattress and underneath her open legs. She pushed Jan into as sitting position with her ass resting in Deslys’ chest. She pushed the nightgown back up and reached up to place kisses on Jan’s bare belly. Jan felt boneless from force of her orgasm.

Deslys reached up and removed the bow tie from her mouth while continuing to kiss her lower belly and thighs. She brought a hand cuff key up and unlocked the cuffs allowing Jan to sit up more fully onto her chest. She brought her wrists down and placed kisses on them where the cuffs had been. Jan was enjoying the gentleness.

Her mouth fell open slightly as she watched Deslys caress and kiss every bit of her skin that she could reach. It felt nice. Jan gently rolled her hips down grinding her bare cunt on Deslys’ chest and enjoying the sensation. Deslys looked up, making eye contact with Jan and rubbing her hands along Jan’s thighs as she repeated the motion. Deslys looked at her mouth hanging slack and reached down onto the bed, picking up the strap she’d removed.

She brought the cock up to Jan’s mouth and gently pressed encouraging her to take it inside. It was still coated from top to bottom with Jan’s cum and she tasted it on her tongue as she opened to allow it in. Deslys pressed it further into Jan’s mouth as she licked her tongue into Jan’s slit, causing Jan to moan around the cock.

She wrapped an arm over Jan’s leg and pressed her forward so she could lick all along her entrance collecting as much of her juices on her tongue as possible. At the same time she pressed the cock all the way to the back of Jan’s mouth. She gagged but Deslys forced her to keep it there until her gagging turned into her trying to moan around the dick in her mouth.

She reached up and placed Jan’s hands around the cock encouraging her to fuck her own mouth with it. She pulled gently at her hair to get her to throw her head back and then she pressed on her hands getting her to swallow more of the cock. Eventually she coaxed her into swallowing the whole length of it.

Deslys then continued her assault on Jan’s cunt, pressing her tongue against the ring of muscle at her entrance and then pressing inside her. Licking and fucking her on her tongue. Jan was drooling down both sides of her mouth now as she felt Deslys’ tongue inside her. Deslys pinched one of her nipples with one hand and fingered her clit with the other. That was all it took for Jan to cum a second time. Her throat contracted around the cock as her cunt clenched down in Deslys tongue and her whole body shook as she came directly into Deslys’ mouth. Deslys sucked, licked, and swallowed greedily underneath her. Finally Deslys reached up pulling the cock out of Jan’s throat leaving a trail of spit after it before Jan collapsed a second time rolling off of Deslys and onto her back.

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Jan lay spent on the bed; the covers a mess around her, her makeup smeared to look like a clown from a horror film, her gown still hiked up over her belly, one of her breast exposed where Deslys had ripped the buttons from the top, her legs lay open and her wet cunt felt cold against the air in the room. Deslys placed a hand underneath her and removed the plug from her ass while placing a kiss on her belly. She then pulled the gown down to cover Jan’s cunt and reached up placing a quick kiss on her lips before backing off the bed and standing.

Jan set up immediately. “Please don’t go,” she begged sounding afraid. Deslys looked at her confused before bending down and gently caressing Jan’s cheek. She kissed her a second time and gestures toward the bathroom. “Oh, okay. I thought you were leaving me.” Deslys shook her head no and went into the bathroom.

Jan heard her running water in the bath. Deslys returned holding her hand out to Jan. Jan took it and slid off the bed. Deslys reached down and gathered the torn gown in her hands lifting it and prompting Jan to remove it over her head. Deslys bent down and placed a kiss on her bare belly before stepping behind Jan, wrapping her arms around her belly, and leading her into the bath.

Once Jan was submerged in the water Deslys sat down on the side of the tub with makeup removal wipes. She gently removed Jan’s eye make up and lipstick before placing kisses on her newly makeup free light pink lips. She left and returned with a cup a camomile tea. She placed a towel and bathrobe next to the tub and left to allow Jan to soak in peace.

She returned later to help Jan from the tub and to wrap her in the towel. She helped her dry off before holding the robe open for her. She led her back into the bedroom.

Jan turned and placed her hands on Deslys’ jacket. “May I unbutton it?” Deslys nodded yes. Jan unbuttoned and removed her jacket, her waist coat and braces. She untucked the shirt and opened her trousers. Deslys slipped them down her legs before stepping out of them. Jan opened buttons and the top and bottom of Deslys’ shirt before Deslys stopped her by taking her hand and leading her over to the bed. She opened the covers for Jan to slip underneath before joining her there.

Deslys pulled Jan against her and Jan slipped her leg over Deslys’ and buried her face into the crook of her neck. As she drifted off to sleep with Deslys rubbing her back she realized she still hadn’t heard Deslys speak.

#flux gourmet #jan stevens #my fic #original female character #gwendoline christie #wlw smut #drunk writing

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temper-temper · 11 months

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It’s Me Birthday

I was going to draw a cute lil picture but due to a lil bit of art burnout I wasn’t able to- so instead I’m gonna write a bit of an update of my life by looking back at the past year since my last birthday.

Last year at this time I was working a job that made me miserable and wondering what I was doing with my life. It was a few months after meeting Flash, Flux, and Guru (Dawn and Doe too!) and I had just gotten back into military history- something I felt for a long time was wrong and bad for me to be into. I ended up quitting that job and starting a job that is my favorite to this day (though sadly I moved and couldn’t keep the job) and getting closer to a lot of people I’ve met through this community.

The people I’ve met here- like Silver, Doe, Daw, Flash, Ally, Flux, Guru, Summer, Aw0, Captain Molasses, Saryn ( and Fly Guy through him), Sugar, TechBro, Dainty, Paint, Dark, and so so many more- helped me so much in being comfortable and confident in who I am. They have been a constant supportive force in my life since I’ve opened myself up to them here and helped me through one of the hardest transitioning periods in my life.

In this time I’ve moved states, starting a new job, started a new Church, started a new relationship, and started being unapologetically me and I have my amazing friends to thank for helping me get to this point!

I also need to sing raises to God because where I was just s year ago was a place that looking back on it I really wasn’t happy- I didn’t know it myself but He did. I was around people who put me down (mostly those old jobs) and made me feel I wasn’t good enough and an idiot and now I’m around people who love and value me! Only God could of so perfectly brought me from where I was to where I am now.

I gotta give special thanks to a few key players in helping me out over these last few months and if you aren’t in the list don’t think that doesn’t mean I don’t value you! I think I means we need to chat more! Seriously, feel free to dm me! :3

Doe: Honey- thank you. You were the first I came to when I realized what I did and you were so patient with me, you gave me a distraction and an ear to listen while I was figuring life out. You never said “oh do this” or “do that” just listened and held me to my decision. You even gave me the kick to tell Guru how I felt!

Flux: You stayed up with me in late night calls- helping me process everything when my world was falling a part. You helped me understand my feelings and realize that feeling my feelings was okay. You’ve been the big brother I always wanted and it was so nice to bound with you while we courted out S/Os. I’m grateful for you being there when I was so scared.

Ally: You ALSO helped me understand my feelings and understand that it’s okay to feel my feelings. You sat with me while I toiled with anger and sadness; and you vented back to me your own. You have been steadfast in your support and love for me and I’m grateful to have a friend like that- you also have been nothing but supportive of me and Guru and always know what to say when I need it. Yeah misses “you are cute,” I see you

Flash: Fella you started it all! You brought me to these friendships. Your a quite strong wall of support for us and I just hope I can be one back to you. You remind me repeatedly “is this under God?” And it’s great to have a friend like that. Your a great artist and I’m glad to have you as a friend- we gotta do more with Fell and Celeste!

SilverWing: Honey get OVER HERE! You’ve been so supportive and kind to me in your feral way and I love it. It’s so nice having someone in my life who wants to pop off about the interests I thought for YEARS I wasn’t allowed to have. We don’t talk as much as I do some others on this list but we don’t have to either. Just vibes all the time 😎

Dawn: We don’t talk that much but I can always trust you. No doubt you are my friend and that being around you is always a blast. Your art is amazing and I do hope we can grow closer- but we really don’t need to, it’s just vibes all the time and I’m grateful for you.

Dainty: Girly we may not be extremely close or whatever but ASSDSDSD YOU ASADSF!! Always supportive and kind to me, always saying nice stuff about me!! You are really awesome thanks for bring my friend!

Dark: Dark, you know well by now I call you my dad. You have been in my life since I was 16 and have supported me though so much- you watched me grow up and grow into my own and I do hope I made you proud. When you saw all that stuff happening with me you stepped up to help me in your amazing Dark way and I’m so grateful for it and you. I just wish I knew how to return the favor. Please don’t undervalue yourself of your art- you are a huge inspiration to me and I don’t want you to leave my life. I trust you.

Guru: Well honey it’s your turn now. I’ve been writing this for the 30 min.

You have had such a healthy and happy impact on my life. You support me and love me just the way I am! You are an amazing and godly man that I can say wholeheartedly I love. You were part of why I got back into the military and you’ve been so crazy supportive in that time I really needed it. I’m so glad we grew closer and you ended up catching feelings for me like I did you. Having a great Christian man by my side is nothing short of amazing and the fact that on top of it all you are handsome, outgoing, well rounded, bubbly/friendly, understanding, and patients. You are the whole package as they say.

I love you hun and don’t you forget it

but honestly I love everyone I mentioned- thank you guys (and so many more) for being in my life ❤️

#mod talks #Text post #birthday #hope I didn’t embarrass anyone but myself lol #will probably come back and tag people later #But I wanna eat food

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exceptionally-minded · 2 years

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Tech Talk Masterlist

As promised, I have amalgamated a collection of infodumps. Enjoy!

Technology

User Interfaces

Hyperdrives and Hyperspace

Phishing

Kaleidescopes (S2 Spoilers)

Flux and Metallurgy

Physics

The Physics of Ocean Waves

Movement of Objects Due to Pressure Changes (S2 Spoilers)

Quantum Field Theory

Multiverse Theory

Botany and Zoology

Botanical Gardens

Honey Bees

Nuna

Cod

Maths

Empirical Rule

Logarithms in Nature

Decision Trees in Probability

Dividing by 0

Fractional estimates for π

Sequences

Sample Size

Exponential Growth

History

Serenno (S2 Spoilers)

Kamino

Etymology of the term 'plebe'

The Holonet

Plato's Theory of the Forms

Space

Cinematic depictions of the vacuum of space

De Marian's Nebula

Forces of Flight

LAAT

Miscellaneous

The Force

Code Cylinders

Vitamin U

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brumeraven · 2 months

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??: The Weight of a Crown || dolls, witches, chronic illness, helplessness, fatigue, gross, cute?, too sick to know who was driving

pat pat pat pat pat...FLUMPF

Weight on my chest, somehow managing to constrict it yet further, beyond the crushing grip of phlegm and mucus. Please let it just be the demon...

No such luck; I could wiggle my fingers. Which left only...

I cracked an eye open and was greeted instead by a concerned expression, vapid and vacant. Not my work, that; girl had always been that way, despite my efforts to the contrary. Judge me if you will, but some dolls were just too doll for me.

"Do you feel better, Miss?"

Had I wished to answer, it would have been impossible with the doll perched on my chest, but at that moment, something in the back of my throat squirmed and a fit of hacking seized me, threatening to crack ribs and dislocate vertebrae.

My eyes blinked open again, bones still intact, if not where they were meant to be, mouthing a silent "no."

Mere centimeters away, the mask of concern remained unfazed, now covered in flecks and chunks of inky black sputum.

"Oh no! It hopes you feel better soon, Miss!"

The flecks had already begun to move, stretching out filopodia and creeping across its face to begin to coalesce into a dark-winged thing atop the bone-white porcelain.

"Me too." I managed to croak a response. "Wipe your face before that flies away."

It complied blandly, a handkerchief wiping the corruption, if not the expression, from its face. I suppose it had been too much to hope for the latter...

"Has Miss tried honey? That can soothe a sore throat."

I groaned. "That won't help, but thank you." I'd explained it before, but that hadn't stuck. One of the least understood properties of this ailment was that dolls simply couldn't comprehend it.

"This one will cook and clean and Miss can stay in bed and work on feeling better!"

"I...thank you, dear doll."

Flux sickness, brumerot, void consumption...we had countless names for the same thing, but any of them would just have gone in one ear and out the other.

"Maybe some medicine? It can go get you some!"

"Again, that won't help, but thank you."

"Miss...?"

"...Yes?"

"There is something leaking from your nose."

I grabbed its hand and used it as a rough approximation of a tissue, wiping away the dripping ooze on the smooth, chill surface. One pathetic breath of clean air, then I was back to blowing bubbles in oily snot.

"Miss should get some sleep!"

What exactly did it think I was trying to do, before the interruption? "There's a doll on my chest."

"That's me!"

"I...yes, yes that's you."

"It can sing you a lullaby!"

"I need silence. Peace"

"..."

"It can make you some soup! That will help!"

It wouldn't, but maybe it would keep the thing occupied for a bit. "That sounds great. You should go do that."

"Oh, but then Miss would be all alone, and it wouldn't know if you feel better..."

"I won't."

"..."

"Perhaps this one could wear the big hat, Miss? So it doesn't weigh you down so much?"

"For the seventh time, it can't be taken off."

"Oh..."

"So stop asking."

"Okay!"

"..."

"Do you feel better, Miss? It hopes you feel better soon!"

#empty spaces #microfiction #fiction #dollposting #dolls #witches #chronic illness #helplessness #fatigue #gross #cute?#too sick to know who was driving

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eyobis-andthe-bunnycats · 1 year

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Awake after a nap, here’s more Aro-spec buns for you lovely people. Joining us this year is Orchid Romantic! We’re starting to get into slightly more obscure labels with multiple flag variations. Lmk if you are any of these identities and would like to be represented by a different flag design; I’ll be more than happy to make a variation for you honey buns.

[ID Start: Four icons of various aromantic spectrum identities’ flags all with “aro-spec as heck” curving around a binkying dark brown dutch rabbit. First is the Aro flux flag: dark pink, light pink, light yellow, light green, green. Second is fray romantic; grey, light grey, white, light blue, blue. Third is orchid romantic; yellow, grey, dark grey, light green. Fourth is the cupio romantic flag; grey, violet, white, pink. /End ID.]

Check out here for Aro-spec, aro-ace, allo aro, and aromantic flags! This one for the Non-SAM, Loveless, Demi, and Grey Aro flags. And this one for akio/lith, aego, abro, and angled aro ace. More to come throughout ASAW 2023. DM or send an Ask for an aro flag request! These icons are free to use, no need to credit.

#ASAW #aromantic #free pride icons #aromantic spectrum #rabbits #aroflux #frayromantic #orchidromantic #cupioromantic #aro-spec as heck #image description #b-k describes #generally I chose the designs that fit my pallet #to keep things quick and simple

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humblebeginningsceramics · 3 months

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B.U.T.T.E.R.

Ackk, will I ever be ready for these?! 🙈

I made some cow butter dishes! Can you picture these at breakfast in the morning? They are adorable, if I do say so myself.

You wouldn’t believe me but it took months and months of struggling to get to this stage. There are a bunch of techniques used here that are error-prone. The butter dish was slip-cast in two parts. As a bright-eyed optimistic beginner I started off trying to make my own slip for casting out of recycled grogless slurry, without appropriate tools of course. In an earlier IG story I detailed how I had to recycle most of what I casted due to lumpiness and uneven casting. 🙈 I then bought ready-made slip, but as everything in ceramics this had to be further adjusted, this time for the right specific gravity for the closed-form casting mould for the base of the butter dish. Lots of cracking and uneven casting followed, I must have cast more than 15 failed base plates before arriving at something I could fire. The rest went into recycling.

Next challenge was colouring the cows, which I sculpted by hand; I had some insane troubleshooting with the underglaze/overglaze. The underglaze was fine at the bisque fire but started to bubble at higher temperatures, giving rise to some bubbling and pinholing defects. Some colours were just not suited for high temperatures. Some colours had uneven appearances. Some colours cracked when too thickly applied. Some colours reacted with the clear overglaze. Then there are your run-of-the-mill glaze defects, pinholing etc, resulting in more adjustments to the firing schedules in ramp times, temperature and hold times. Basically, a lot of research and trial and error to arrive here. This is what I get for self-teaching, the learning is never-ending!

Glazing:

Mooing cow butter dish: Amaco 3x Blue Rutile over 3x Honey Flux

Smiling cow butter dish: Amaco 3x Iron Lustre over 3x Honey Flux

Fired to 1200C with drop&hold -50C for 20 minutes

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yoonia · 1 year

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schedules & progress ● 2023

⇝— Updated: Dec 30th, 2023

⇝— 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ⇝— 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⇝— 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⇝— 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

⇝— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬

✎ 2023 Blog Insight & Sneak Peek: WIP teasers and summaries

✎ 2022 Writing Recap

✎ June - July 2023 Writing Process

✎ August 2023 Writing Process

⇝— 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

✎ What You Wanted (M) | Kim Hanbin/B.I x reader | First Time Sex, Virgin!reader, Boyfriend!Hanbin, Smut, PWP - Posted: Jan 21st, 2023

✎ Eternal Sunshine (M) | Hoseok x reader | Past Lovers!AU, New Beginning, inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Minds (yes, the movie), Epilogue for Spotless Minds - Posted: Apr 2nd, 2023

✎ Mirrors: what becomes of us (M) | Jungkook x reader | FWB to lovers!au, pwp, smut, angst - Posted: Sep 7th, 2023

✎ The (im)Perfect Ending (M) | Namjoon x reader | Past Lovers!au, Second Chances!au, Infidelity, smut, angst - Posted: Oct 12th, 2023

✎ Overdrive (M) | Kim Hanbin/B.I x reader | Musician/Artist!B.I, Manager!reader, Smut - Posted: Nov 10th, 2023

⇝— 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

✎ Spotless Minds: visual concept & series masterlist | Hoseok x reader | Past Lovers!AU, Mature theme - Posted: Apr 5th, 2022

✎ Chance Encounter | Christian Yu x reader | TA!au, College!au - latest update: chapter 6 | posted: Aug 12th, 2023

✎ In Motion | Jungkook x reader | Masturbation Club!au, Smut, Mature theme - latest update: In Motion — epilogue | posted: Aug 18th, 2023

✎ Mirrors: story guide | Jungkook x reader | FWB!au, smut, angst | posted: Sept 7th, 2023

✎ Bedroom Hymns | Yoongi x reader | Fairytale retelling, Fairy King!Yoongi, Princess!reader - latest update: chapter xi. wanderers-2 | posted: Dec 18th, 2023

⇝— 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

✎ Free Falling (M) | Jimin x reader | Established relationship!au, Smut, part of Falling trilogy - Posted: Feb 25th, 2023

✎ Come Undone (M) | Yoongi x reader | Established relationship!au, Smut - Posted: Oct 29th, 2023

⇝— 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬

✎ G.H.O.S.T: The Hacker’s Tale — Carousel side story | Hoseok x reader | Hacker!Hoseok, assassin!reader, Suspense Thriller

✎ Alpha’s Inferno | Namjoon x OC | Supernatural!au, Werewolf!Namjoon, Vampire!reader, Angst, Fluff, part of Shifters Series

✎ Flux: Blindsided | Jungkook x reader x Yoongi | Established relationship!au, Smut, polyamory!au

✎ A Christmas Fix | Taehyung x reader | Secret Baby!au, Second Chance!au, Strangers to Lovers!au | Part of the Jingle All the Way collaboration

✎ Nefarious: In Motion - A spin off | Jimin x reader | Sex club!au, Smut

⇝— 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: Nov 6th, 2023

➛ 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝: ↪ Monthly Writing Journal ↪ Writing Class 101 with Dia ↪ Original Story: Honey Skies | Prologue; Chapter 1-12 ↪ Never Falling (M) - Uncut Version ↪ We Are All Dreamers (M) - Special Edition: Male version ↪ Game On! (M) - Unpublished WIP (rough draft) | Jungkook x reader ↪ Under The Willow Tree - Blood Moon Rising hidden explicit scene #001

➛ 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 & 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜: ↪ Carousel; character chart & family tree (updated version - posted Nov 6th, 2023) ↪ Carousel; Inspiration Board ↪ Shifters Series; Inspiration Board ↪ The Dragon King: Blood Moon Rising side story - excerpt & moodboard ↪ Cinnamon Bliss; Inspiration Board ↪ About Time; Inspiration Board ↪ Shifters Series; World Map & Legends ↪ Shifters Series; A Complete Guide to Original Characters and Pairings ↪ Chance Encounter - Visual concept & Playlist ↪ The Bedroom Hymns; Inspiration Board ↪ White Lies; Story timeline

➛ 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚜: ↪ Only Us | Jungkook x reader x Jungkook | Mafia!Jungkook, FBI Agent!reader, Twin!Jungkook ↪ G.H.O.S.T: The Hacker’s Tale — Carousel Side Story | Hoseok x reader | Hacker!Hoseok, assassin!reader ↪ Take It Slow (previously titled Virgin Mary) | DEAN x reader | Bartender!Dean, Writer!reader ↪ Flux: Blindsided | Yoongi x reader x Jungkook | Polyamorous!au, Smut, part of Flux Series ↪ The Whispers in The Mist | Yoongi x reader | Sacrilege!au, part of Sacrilege collab ↪ Hunting Season | Hoseok x reader | part of Shifters Series ↪ About Time | Jungkook x reader / Jimin x reader: excerpt and teaser for final chapters

¸¸.·¯⍣✩ 𝔤𝔬 𝔱𝔬 𝖓𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖕𝖆𝖌𝖊 ¸¸.·¯⍣✩

#misc: work in progress #misc: posting schedule #please keep in mind that the posting schedules might change

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rebeccadumaurier · 4 months

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2023 Books in Review

a tiered ranking of all the books i read in 2023! originally i was going to write up my commentary on each one but then i was like hahaha.....no, so below the cut is just a list of the titles/authors in each tier instead.

changed my brain chemistry

The Idiot, Elif Batuman

Land of Milk and Honey, C Pam Zhang

The Borrowed, Chan Ho-kei (trans. Jeremy Tiang)

My Cousin Rachel, Daphne du Maurier

Vagabonds, Hao Jingfang (trans. Ken Liu)

The Membranes, Chi Ta-wei (trans. Ari Larissa Heinrich)

Under the Pendulum Sun, Jeannette Ng

Severance, Ling Ma

He Who Drowned the World, Shelley Parker-Chan

Vita Nostra, Marina & Sergey Dyachenko (trans. Julia Meitov Hersey)

Network Effect, Martha Wells

top-tier stuff

Our Share of Night, Mariana Enriquez (trans. Megan McDowell)

Brainwyrms, Alison Rumfitt

The Door, Magda Szabo (trans. Len Rix)

The Lover, Marguerite Duras (trans. Barbara Bray)

Fun Home, Alison Bechdel

Strange Beasts of China, Yan Ge (trans. Jeremy Tiang)

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet, Becky Chambers

Pachinko, Min Jin Lee

Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century, Kim Fu

Tell Me I’m Worthless, Alison Rumfitt

Bliss Montage, Ling Ma

How to Read Now, Elaine Castillo

Annihilation, Jeff VanderMeer

The Fifth Season, N. K. Jemisin

If Beale Street Could Talk, James Baldwin

My Brilliant Friend and The Story of a New Name, Elena Ferrante

The Jasmine Throne, Tasha Suri

good, well-written

Carmilla, Sheridan Le Fanu

Life Ceremony, Sayaka Murata (trans. Ginny Tapley Takemori)

Yellowface, R. F. Kuang

A Memory Called Empire, Arkady Martine

Assassin of Reality, Marina & Sergey Dyachenko (trans. Julia Meitov Hersey)

Witch King, Martha Wells

Tokyo Ueno Station, Miri Yu (trans. Morgan Giles)

Parable of the Sower, Octavia Butler

Peaces, Helen Oyeyemi

Gingerbread, Helen Oyeyemi

Project Hail Mary, Andy Weir

The Pachinko Parlor, Elisa Shua Dusapin (trans. Aneesa Abbas Higgins)

All Systems Red, Artificial Condition, Rogue Protocol, Exit Strategy, Fugitive Telemetry, and System Collapse (Murderbot #1-4, #6-7), Martha Wells

Revenant Gun, Yoon Ha Lee

The Dry Heart, Natalia Ginzburg (trans. Frances Frenaye)

Gods of Want, K-Ming Chang

Paradais, Fernanda Melchor (trans. Sophie Hughes)

The Mushroom at the End of the World, Anna Tsing

Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced An Emergency, Chen Chen

The Hurting Kind, Ada Limon

Murder on the Orient Express, Agatha Christie

An Unauthorised Fan Treatise, Lauren James

Upstream, Mary Oliver

The Art of Death, Edwidge Danticat

Meander, Spiral, Explode, Jane Alison

alphabet, Inger Christensen (trans. Susanna Nied)

Between the World and Me, Ta-Nehisi Coates

flawed, but enjoyable

The Wicker King, K. Ancrum

Exit West, Mohsin Hamid

Detransition, Baby, Torrey Peters

Flux, Jinwoo Chong

Bang Bang Bodhisattva, Aubrey Wood

The Murder of Mr. Wickham, Claudia Gray

Natural Beauty, Ling Ling Huang

The Monster Baru Cormorant, Seth Dickinson

Certain Dark Things, Silvia Moreno-Garcia

The Likeness, Tana French

The Cabinet, Un-su Kim (trans. Sean Lin Halbert)

The Kingdom of Surfaces, Sally Wen Mao

The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On, Franny Choi

good, well-written, but not my cup of tea

The Good House, Tananarive Due

The Transmigration of Bodies, Yuri Herrera (trans. Lisa Dillman)

Roadside Picnic, Arkady & Boris Strugatsky (trans. Olena Bormashenko)

The School for Good Mothers, Jessamine Chan

At Night All Blood Is Black, David Diop (trans. Anna Moschovakis)

Family Lexicon, Natalia Ginzburg (trans. Jenny McPhee)

The Empress of Salt and Fortune, Nghi Vo

The Kingdom of This World, Alejo Carpentier (trans. Harriet de Onís)

Against Silence, Frank Bidart

flawed, less enjoyable

Tenth of December, George Saunders

Counterweight, Djuna (trans. Anton Hur)

Authority, Jeff VanderMeer

Comfort Me with Apples, Catherynne M. Valente

Babel, R. F. Kuang

The Genesis of Misery, Neon Yang

Carrie Soto Is Back, Taylor Jenkins Reid

not ranking

These are nonfiction and they aren’t literature-related, so it just felt weird trying to rank them.

Visual Thinking, Temple Grandin

On Web Typography, Jason Santa Maria

The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, Marie Kondo (trans. Cathy Hirano)

#ange.log #ange.book

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