anonymous asked:

That's a lot of work for a fic on tumblr, though; an actual book, I would understand, but a fic??

Hey pal! 

You’re right, it can be a lot of work for a fic on Tumblr, and i’m not saying every fic has to have a Bibliography, cited sources, and links matrix at the top of the author’s note so people understand what’s happening. I’m not saying if you’re writing an apartment in Manhattan that you go find a specific address or layout to make the immersion so real (but if you do, fucking props, you work harder than I do). This also isn’t to say that every fic has to be 100%, I addressed that last time. I misspelled ‘clipping.’ for HALF OF MY FICS and no one called me out for it. If I had paid attention, been less lazy when googling or proofreading or researching, then I could’ve been saved the moment of ‘oh fuck that is so embarrassing.’ We all grow as writers. If you’re starting out, don’t get freaked out by me being a bitch about research and think a ‘great’ fic requires a research essay. It doesn’t. But if you think your fic needs a boost, doesn’t feel ‘real,’ enough, research may help! 

What I’m saying is that the extra little bit of work (that all writers do in the real world. And I keep seeing people say that fic writers deserve to be treated like real world writers) is the extra mile. Temp put it best, in a conversation we just had about this same topic: “even 10 minutes of research can change so much.” And I believe that to be true. Even if it’s just for your sanity or confidence! Knowing you got this specific right is a big boost (at least for me), and can be a nice moment for your readers, be it for clarification, exposure to a new thing, or a little easter egg that they notice because they know that fact too. 

And I hate to be that bitch (though I do not mind being a bitch should the situation call for it), but it’s my opinion. If you don’t agree (and I know people disagree with me and don’t think research matters) then that’s okay! But I firmly believe that accuracy and detail matter in writing and in fics. That’s just me. You don’t need to research for six hours, but Google is a pal.

anonymous asked:

I am the anon that posted about the amount written. I just wanted to apologise. I didn't realize that it was part of your disability, and the ask was careless. It was selfish of me, and I honestly do feel bad, especially after reading you have been given shit before about it. I truly just wasn't thinking and I really didn't mean it that way. Sometimes I have a hard time interacting with others and come off rude. Regardless I am sorry.

Anon, I hope that one day I can deliver an apology with your consideration, and I take this as a lesson. I have all the respect for people who have the kindness and the courage to do so! That you’ve taken the time to do so is amazing, and I very much hope you know that. All the props to you.

I don’t believe that I gave you the best response in the world, either. It was the response of an annoyed blogger who’d been hit once too often on that particular bruise, and it was absolutely less understanding than I could have been. I apologise, truly, for not taking longer between receiving your words and hitting that dreaded “publish” button, because I should have. The post I wrote yesterday morning isn’t the post I’d have written yesterday afternoon. I take that as a lesson, too.

(One day, I hope that lesson will stay learnt. It hasn’t happened yet!)

I think one of the challenges of this community is that we’ve all got communication and interaction difficulties and disabilities. It’s going to make it hard for us in various ways, and sometimes we’re going to clash in ways that aren’t mere differences in opinion. Sometimes it’s going to be hard to get our words across. Sometimes we don’t understand why the other does what they do. I hope that we can all try to be patient with each other. I know it’s something I need to continually work on to do a better job of this blog.

Anon, I do want to have a conversation about seeing if there’s a way that lets me talk how is natural to me but is more comprehensible to folks who dislike epics on their dashboard. (And that is a valid want.) Can you have a think for me? I’ll put up a post at some point seeing what folks can suggest, and I’d very much like your input on this.

But, in the meantime, anon, you have all the respect and gratitude from me.

- Mod K.A.

You Who... [M] (ft. Jeongguk)

Drabble Game Prompt 96. “Here, let me.” with badboy/jock!jeongguk

→ badboy football jk (warning: overstimulation, cumplay, fluff, and fuckingjeonjungkook)
→ 1.4k words prequel part 01 | 02

A/N: i have no idea where this came from, my hand sort of slipped, jfc what have i done 

UPDATE: added the highly-requested prequel as a thank you for 1k+ notes :) make sure to check out Give and Take! It’s a similar AU to this one! 

“There you go, yes, you can do it babe,” Jeongguk encourages, as you bite down on your lip.  

He grins up at you as you move your hips slowly against his, finding the way you squeeze your eyes shut tightly the cutest thing ever. 

“J-jeongguk I-I can’t–” you stutter, arms clutching at his bare shoulders as your movements stutter and begin to slow down. But you whimper instead at the loss of friction between your legs and begin to cry tears of frustration as you don’t know whether to continue grinding against him and chase after another orgasm or to stop completely. 

He just laughs huskily from beneath you, and wipes a tear from your cheek and presses a quick peck to your chin as you make up your mind and your movements continue. His head dips down to press open-mouthed kisses against your collarbone, painting the skin there in blossoms of red and pink. “Shh,” he grates against your neck, a gentle hand coming up to stroke down your spine and settling on the curve of your hip to firmly help guide you up and down his cock. “you got this.” 

He’s in awe as he watches you desperately move against him, your soft breasts and nipples brushing up against his hard chest and melting him on the spot. It’s been years since he’s met you and only a few months since the both of you finally started having sex, but he’s secretly delighted at how sensitive you are and how desperate you are to pleasure the both of you. He wants to spread you out and fuck you with his fingers and tongue and make you cum over and over until you’re screaming hoarsely or tie you down onto the bed and tease you for hours until you’re begging for him, but he smiles as he relishes in actually convincing you to top him for once. 

Cause this time he’s being a little selfish and pushing the boundaries on how far he can take you because he’s currently coaxing your through your third orgasm and is harder than he’s ever been in his life as he watches you in tears because you’re desperate to reach the peak once again. 

You muffle your cries in in his neck and thread your fingers in his hair as you feel the wave approaching again. “Jeongguk, ‘m gonna come,” you murmur breathlessly, making his dick clench at how fucking submissive you sound to him right now. He whispers sooth encouragements into your ear and moves his hips up to meet yours just right and grazes the spot inside of you that has you cringing and sighing into his neck as he grunts when you clamp down on him and bite gently into his shoulder to muffle your cries. 

The orgasm is stronger than the last two he brought you to with his fingers and his mouth, respectively, as the feeling of his skin beneath your fingertips and the sheer rawness of his length brushing your walls makes you clamp down on his girth harder than you’ve ever come before. You cry out and clench your teeth and you’re going through your third intense wave of your orgasm when suddenly he flips the both of you over and pins your hips to his bed and begins to pound into you desperately.

His voice is strained and his hairline slick with sweat as he props himself up above you and glares determinedly into your face thats scrunched up in pleasure, moving his hips against you until he reaches his own peak. You feel his dick twitch once before he’s letting out a loud groan and a strangled cry of your name before his chest pulses for a moment and then he slumps down onto you. 

The both of you are spent and you’re still crying from the overwhelming feeling of being coaxed through three orgasms, with the third being the most intense you’ve ever felt in your life, and your chest heaves from the effort it took. Jeongguk is no better, as he pulls out of you with a groan and kneels between your legs. 

Taking advantage of your slumped and exhausted state, he pushes up a thigh and leans down a bit to see how his cum leaks out of your slit and grasps his cock that hasn’t softened yet with a groan. He gently holds the base of his sensitive member and collects the cum that’s already oozed out onto your thigh with his tip before pushing it back into you. 

You let out a strangled cry, a hand coming up to your mouth so you can muffle your cries, and another desperately clutching onto the wrist holding onto your thigh. He pauses, glancing up at your expression and waiting for you to push him away, but a slight movement of your wrist draws your thigh higher up and his hips a bit closer to you. Grinning, he grasps his softening cock once again and drags his tip from your upper thigh back into your slit, massaging his own cum into your center. 

When he’s completely limp and cringing himself from the overstimulation of pushing himself back into your pussy, he drops your thigh and climbs back up, whispering sweet things into your ear. 

“Baby, you were so good,” he coos, smoothing back your hair and wiping leftover tears. “You deserved that, you were so hot. Here, let me,” he gets a warm towel from the restroom and wipes down your thighs and core before dressing you in his t-shirt (a sight which he’ll never admit he absolutely loves) and pulling on a pair of boxers before climbing into bed with you and pulling you into his chest.

“I loved it.” 

You hiccup, breath short from the sensitivity but also from your tears. “You did?” 

And he thinks its the damned cutest thing ever, how even if you were an innocent girl he’d never thought he’d date, you suddenly turned into a sex starved shyer version of yourself because of him, and then returned back to the sweet blushing one he’d fallen in love with even after hours of rough sex and the dirtiest things. It absolutely fucking thrills him and makes his dick so hard whenever he brings you to too many orgasms, when you reach the point where you dont know whether to stop or continue, or to cry or kiss him. He’s had his fair share of flings and sexcapades, but he knows that the only girl who’s ever made him so whipped, the only girl who’s gotten Jeon Jeongguk wrapped around her tiny little finger, is you. 

You who he began to tease and flirt with as a joke, but ended up falling so damn hard for you after just a partner project where you ended up sympathizing with him and treating him like a real fucking human being, and not the football athlete that everyone worshipped and expected so much out of. You who always looked at him, past his body and face and extracurriculars, and into his soul and really truly understood who he was at the core. You who drunkenly kissed him one night underneath the stars and you who’s cheeks went furiously red when he kissed you again in front of the entire school. You who weren’t afraid of telling him when he was being too cocky or just a dick, and made sure to keep him in check, to the point that his teammates were commenting on what a kind softie he was becoming. 

And finally, you who he found himself hopelessly irrevocably in love with. 

And he looks down at you, with your bare face that’s not really anything special. Eyes, nose, and lips that are average, hair that’s common, and a body that others will say they’ve seen better. But its the way you look at him with your eyes that makes him love you. The way you press your nose against his neck when you cuddle with him and the way you shyly move your soft lips against him when you kiss him goodbye. It’s the way your hair feels like absolute silk underneath his fingers when he runs his hands through them when you’re asleep, and the way your entire body literally lights up and bends at his will and his only

Those are the things, amongst many, that made the high and mighty bad boy Jeon Jeongguk fall in love with you. 

So he cups your face and smiles as he pecks against your lips, peppering your face with them until you giggle and shriek against his attack. Laughing, he draws you close. 

“I did, because I fucking love you.”

Prequel: 01 & 02 [fin], Give and Take[M]

kh3 headcanon

Xemnas: Sora, are you finally going to call upon the darkness?

Sora: Fuck off Xemnas, I’m not joining your fucking cult

taeyong deserves the applause, and taeyong deserves the career in which he stands humbly. taeyong deserves to taste and see of the sweetest of loves. where his heart becomes free and his shame is undone. taeyong deserves his redemption, and apologies from all who hurt him. he deserves it, so grant it.

special delivery

“How much time until your next delivery, Jeon?”

“Unfortunately only ten minutes, Miss,” the boy murmurs, almost sorrowfully, and you watch as his eyes flicker down to glance at his watch.

“Great—” your hands fly down to his polyester jumper and hurriedly pull at the zipper, “—that’s ten minutes for you to fuck me.”

In which your husband is never home and the evening delivery boy is just oh-so convenient.

tags: delivery boy!jungkook, husband!taehyung, adultery, oral sex

word count: 3,444

Originally posted by jeonsshi

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