#manual fanfic

[gojou-violin]

number one fan

| inspired by this post from @kingkatsuki

| pairing: masaki mizushima (manual) x fem!bodied!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. unprotected sex. breeding kink. fingering. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. fem!oral. service!bf!manual.

| summary: manual's always wondered what it's like having super-fans, he just never thought he'd fall in love with one.

| wc: 3k

| a/n: i'm gonna be sick, he's so fucking cute and romantic it's not fair.

| taglist: @aylitgirl , @thisbicc , @ifeelsofilthy , @sailewhoremoon , @preciousamethyst , @justanotherpasserby-blog , @lyteatus , @its-makonom , @sunflowerswords , @derekthemoonneko , @hisbeautifulnightmare17 , @animexholic , @paranoid-borderline-insane (couldn't tag @thedeadliyrose253 or @honestlymellowcheesecake)

It was his fascination with making sure you and everyone else in the world know exactly who his biggest fan is. That was what prevented him from ever letting you go. That was why he was slowly sliding his fingers back into you, one at a time, sinking in knuckle by knuckle to make sure that none of his cum escaped your hole.

Everyone had always been so in love with the top Pro Heroes like All Might, Hawks, and Jeanist that no one ever stopped to consider the heroes that didn’t want the “Top Hero” spotlight. Heroes like Manual in Hosu City were the ones that caught your eye because they weren’t in it for the money or the fame; they patrolled the city because they genuinely wanted to keep people safe— They wanted to keep you safe, which was the admirable thing to do. But they still deserved recognition for their efforts, didn’t they? Manual deserved recognition. While most people didn’t mind or care, you went out of your way to post about him on the internet, to praise him for being a fantastic hero. If the news wasn’t going to write about him, then what was stopping you from reporting on everything that he was doing in the city, preventing robberies, intervening with public disputes, and in extreme cases, helping people in car accidents, saving people from rooftops, preventing murders. His life wasn’t too exciting, but it was important work.

It only took about two months to grow your considerable following before Manual himself reached out to your blog to thank you for all the kind words, and if you were ever interested in an exclusive interview, he was more than welcome to participate. Of course you said yes! You’d be crazy to ghost or turn down the hero you’d spent day after day obsessing over. It didn’t matter that Manual was only ranked as the 222 best hero— To you and your followers, he was the best of the best; and an interview with him could potentially change your life.

What you hadn’t anticipated at the time that meeting Manual at the coffee shop the Saturday following him reaching out to your blog would result in… personal life changes. You thought that an exclusive interview could mean a change in career. Maybe a local newspaper would want to hire you— Or maybe a new station! You could have never in a million years predicted that Manual would steal you away with his charm and kindness.

Three weeks. That was all it took. Three weeks of meeting up with him when he wasn’t working, all under the illusion that you were there for more interviews or more inside info on his recent adventures of being a hero, and suddenly he was smiling ear-to-ear at you while asking if you’d like to go back to his place. Manual wasn’t the “fuck boy” type. He was genuinely embarrassed when he realized you thought that meeting with him was for work and not for actual dates, like he thought. And you felt terrible because you did like him and yet you had been so caught up in trying to remain professional that you didn’t realize all of the signs were right there in front of you! The way he would invite you to dinner, how he would meet you in casual clothes, and how he’d always find the perfect moment in your line of questioning to ask about you and your life. He was truly enchanting. You were just an idiot when you were around him. Yet, you still said yes to going back to his place, because despite the fact that you thought you were seeing him on a professional level, you truly did like him and fell head over heels for the way he’d smile— The way his eyes would wrinkle up because he had the most adorable laugh… Fuck, you were so far gone it was a wonder how you didn’t realize you were going on dates in the first place!

Manual didn’t want to do anything that night because of the miscommunication. He was truly a gentleman that wanted to know you and take care of you because he didn’t want to be like every other hero that just fucked their fans and then ghosted them. Manual cared about you.

“My name’s Masaki,” he told you that night.

After that, hanging out with him was positively a date, and you were now both on the same page. Only a week later, though, did he have you back in his apartment, this time in his bed, both of you giggling at how clumsy you were being. When he wanted to kiss you, he asked first. When he wanted to undress you, he anxiously made sure that you thought it was alright. When he was undressed and between your knees, hovering over you completely, his hair falling in his face, he asked if you were sure. He would ask you every time he moved if you were okay.

“Masaki—” you gasped as he sent you over the edge for the third time in a row.

How he managed it, you weren’t sure. It must have been magic.

Masaki was a simple guy with simple needs: Taking care of you… And hearing you moan his name… Listen! It just did something for him that he never realized was possible because no one else had even scratched the surface of making him as happy as you made him. So he invited you over a lot. Like, a lot. He liked to cook for you and watch a movie while you would cuddle on the couch because it made him feel like he finally had a normal life with someone who genuinely cared about him and wasn’t scared off by the thought of being with a Pro Hero. And you loved being around him because he made you feel safe and appreciated. No one else went out of their way to spoil you the way Masaki constantly did, and you felt like the least you could do was hold him tight when he got scared during horror movie marathons or clean the dishes the next morning after sleeping over at his place.

For both of you, the sex was just an added bonus.

So that was how you ended up in his bed again after you went to the botanical gardens nearby for a limited time night event and you told him you loved him for the first time. It had been quite romantic since you did it while walking through the sakura tree path as they were beginning to shed their leaves for the season, leaving the walkway coated in the gorgeous petals… and then it just slipped from you. Your arm was linked with his, you were tucked into his side because you were cold, and you thought to yourself how wonderful being with him was, and how happy you were that you just so happened to give the 222nd best Pro Hero a chance.

When you said it, Masaki was caught off guard, but the second it sank in, he laughed, his eyes scrunching up in the way you adored, and he sighed with relief as he told you, “I’ve been dying to tell you I love you for weeks!”

Back at the apartment, the two of you barely made it through the front door with your dignity intact because Masaki had his hands all over you the entire time you were walking through the lobby, waiting in the elevator, and rushing down the hallway to find his apartment number. He could hardly put the code for his apartment in! And the second you were inside, Masaki had you up against the wall, muttering “i love you” against your skin a thousand times over while you struggled to get his pants off. The little shuffle you had to do to get the bedroom was a bit embarrassing, honestly. Holding onto each other while making out even though your pants were at your ankles and he was dying to get you out of your shirt and bra so that he could play with your tits. He loved your tits. It was another obsession of his.

“I love you so fucking much,” he moaned.

You fell back onto the bed with him.

Masaki reached down to feel how wet you were. “Fuck- Fuck, fuck, I love you, fuck.”

It was like he was a broken record that you couldn’t knock straight— Not that you wanted to anyhow. Hearing him praise you while falling so in love with you that he couldn’t think made you beyond joyful.

“I love—” Your breath got caught in your throat as he pushed two fingers into your dripping hole. “I love you—” You tangled your hands in his hair and tugged until he was kissing you again.

“Want you to cum for me,” he muttered into your kiss. “As many times as you can.”

The thing about Masaki was that he was somewhat of a “one time wonder”— In a good way, though! Masaki’s refractory period was too long to ever keep the mood going for multiple rounds, so he made up for it by making sure he got everything out of you that he could in other ways. His fingers, his tongue, toys he bought, they were all magnificent tools that he could use to ensure you were screaming his name, and this time he wanted to make sure he heard you tell him that you loved him every time. During the time you had officially been dating Masaki you had learned well that most of what he did was dedicated to you now, a dynamic you hadn’t completely experienced before but were very much on board for.

His fingers took their time stretching you to make sure you could accommodate his size whenever he was ready; meanwhile his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit to urge you towards an orgasm. You could always tell that he enjoyed feeling you tighten around him whenever he made you feel good. Whether it was his fingers or his dick, that little squeeze you gave to show that you were about to tip over the edge was how he knew he was doing it right and should keep hitting the same spot over and over again until you saw white. It worked. Every damn time. This was no different than before aside from how desperate he seemed to force out of you as many orgasms as you could handle.

“Masaki,” you whined, holding his wrist.

He grinned and curled his fingers since you wouldn’t let him draw back anymore. Your back arched with the movement, a delicious moan echoing throughout the apartment.

“Go on, baby. Tell me you love me when you cum.”

“Shit, Mas…” Your grip on his muscular forearm made sure he continued to play with your clit so that your orgasm could hit you like a train. Which it did. “I love you, Mas— Fuck, I love you so much—”

He had to hold your hips down because you were squirming too much through your orgasm that he decided was the perfect time to tease your g-spot a bit more. You cried at the feeling of slight overstimulation until he showed you some mercy, slowing his movements before coming to a gentle halt, then he carefully pulled his fingers out of you.

Once you caught your breath, he went for it again.

And again.

And again.

Having you breathless and unable to think even for a single moment to be able to say “I love you” again, that made him indescribably happy. However, he needed you. He wanted to finally have you when he could take the opportunity to tell you that he loved you so fucking much that he couldn’t make sense of reality anymore since meeting you. So he hovered over you, hands planted on either side of your shoulder width, knees bent between your thighs, his tip teasing your entrance, and he leaned down to kiss you properly. There was only so much energy you had left to hold him, but he made up for the rest.

“Just let me take care of you, baby,” he cooed.

With a gentle push, his tip slid through your wet folds and popped through your entrance. He groaned at the feeling. So wet and warm. With another moan while biting his bottom lip, he pushed in a bit more, watching you intently to make sure that you were alright— Because if it was too much or if you were too tired, he would have stopped in an instant. Masaki knew you well enough by now that you didn’t even have to say anything, he just knew. But you were fine where you were on Cloud 9 as you enjoyed the stretch his cock gave. Was he the most impressive guy in the world? No. Most men weren’t. But he sure did make up for it with how thick he was, and most of the time that was enough.

“I love you,” he whispered into your ear when he was buried to the hilt.

You let out a deep breath to find reality for a moment before replying, “I love you.”

Masaki sat up entirely so that his weight was resting on his knees. His hands moved from beside your shoulders to your hips, and after pulling your hips onto his lap, he started fucking into you at a brutal pace. The concentration on his face was hard to ignore when you thought it was so cute how he barely stuck his tongue between his teeth and his nose scrunched up so that he could keep a proper posture that would make certain that you felt everything all at once.

For a moment you began to wonder how you got so lucky. How did a simple blog about the Pro Hero in your area bring you to the exact moment where an extremely attractive man was, at face value, using you to get himself off, but in reality was fucking you in a way that made sure you felt best— How did you manage to get into bed with a man whose collarbones were always so defined, and he was on the verge of having tight abs— How— Where— When—

But then Masaki brought you back to reality with so little as two fingers flicking your overstimulated clit back and forth.

You hid your face in a pillow to your left to muffle your moans. You were beginning to sound pathetic and dumbed-out, you knew it, and you were sure he had noticed, and that caused you to be embarrassed of yourself. But Masaki didn’t want you to be embarrassed. He wanted you to know just how perfect you were like that.

“I love it when you moan.” He caressed your chin so that you would look at him again. “And I love it when you squirm because it’s too much.” The fingers on your clit moved faster somehow. “And I love it when you look at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.” His free hand brushed his hair out of his face. “I love you.”

When he could see you clearly again, his hand returned to your chin to make sure you wouldn’t look away, but instead you took the opportunity to take his thumb in your mouth, sucking on it sensually while staring directly into his eyes. A surprised whimper left him. Not as stoic as everyone thought, huh?

But seeing you like that only happened to encourage him further.

Without holding anything back, Masaki thrust every ounce of strength he had into you, and he made sure that his pace on your clit never slowed, even if his arm tensed up, because he was going to make you cum at the same time as him no matter what. He still had one more thing left on his mind. One last thing to really show you how much he loved you.

“You gonna cum around me?” he teased, breathless.

You nodded eagerly, still sucking on his thumb.

He panted as his abs tightened, a telltale sign that he was really holding back for you now but he could also tip over at any second if he wasn’t careful or didn’t make you cum fast enough. So you did your best to join him. You rolled your hips to meet his thrusts but also to add that extra pressure you needed on your swollen clit to finally bring you to the brink.

With a somewhat incoherent mumble around his thumb, you said one last time, “I love you.”

Your walls tightening around him was the breaking point for Masaki. After one final thrust deep inside of you, he stilled and groaned your name and a gentle, “I love you,” as he came inside of you.

So that was how you ended up laying there on the bed as he rested on his stomach, fingers prodding your hole so that he could stuff his cum back inside of you because he didn’t want a single drop to escape, no matter what. How else was he supposed to tell the world that his number one fan was his? How else was he supposed to tell you that he loved you when he was out being a hero and couldn’t be around to shower you in kisses? Every drop had to stay right where it was. He was going to make sure of it.

But he was also still in his head about your first “I love you” that was constantly replaying in his head. And suddenly he wanted to please you again because he was so happy to have you. So his tongue got involved. Masaki licked away the mess he had made of the inside of your thighs, and some of his cum that was dripping that he couldn’t save with his fingers. You shivered from the overstimulation, a sign that you couldn’t take it anymore, so he stopped himself. He licked his lips clean. He sat up. He smiled at you.

“I love you,” he said one last time before collapsing next to you on the bed.

You curled up against his chest. “I love you, too.”

[egophiliac]

Where can you play ride kamens? It looks fun looking at your blog but idk where to play

it'll doesn't start until the 30th, but there's some pre-release episodes/character bits that are scattered around the website and twitter! (the links to pre-reg/download are also on the website :D)

honestly I'm really enjoying it just based off of the pre-release stuff, these characters look like they're going to be exactly that blend of ridiculous and emotionally constipated that hits me so right.

[frxxxncx]

wet shirt - y. jeonghan

»boyfriend!¡yoon jeonghan x fem!¡reader.

»Summary: you were just playing with the cold water, but jeonghan was getting hotter and hotter.

»Tags: smut (MDNI), pet names, establish relationship, comedy?(I tried), exhibitionistm, dirty talk, suggestive (I didn’t write a full sex scene, sorry😭), sex in public, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, jeonghan and reader are two broke collage students, there’s no a/c in the middle of the summer, jeonghan is down bad for readers waist, mingyu’s cousin is car washing with her cheerleaders friends, dom!jeonghan, sub!reader.

»Words: 2,5k

note: I’m struggling to survive during the heatwaves in my country.

note 2: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes.

An extremely hot day of September, Jeonghan and you were about to die because of the heat, with the a/c broken and without any money to get it fixed, the only thing that was left for both of you to do was endure it.

You were laying on the cold living room floor, feeling briefly fresh, well, only your backs felt cool, but that was better than nothing at all. You wanted to cry so bad, maybe if your boyfriend and you have gotten an smaller apartment or if you had gotten another part-time job all your problems would be solved, but that was the closest apartment to the campus and both of you were in a moment in your carriers were only one job was starting to crash with you studies.

Jeonghan let out a loud sigh and approached you sliding slowly through the floor, a long arm wrapped you tightly, body’s melting together, he hugged your pretty waist, and your face hid in his chest while he smelt the scent of your shampoo.

“Jeonghan, get away from me, we are in the middle of a heatwave with no a/c and the last thing I want is sweat” you said trying to loosen his grip, you only managed to get even more impossibly close to him.

“Your waist is very pretty, did you know?” He stated, letting you go, but now he was outlining your figure, specifically the big curvature of your waist while you were lying on your side.

“It’s not that pretty” a shiver ran through your body at the soft feeling of his hot hands over your covered skin.

“It is, and I like it a lot” he left a cute little peck on your lips, before getting up to go to the kitchen.

You giggled like a high schooler whose boyfriend just kissed her for the first time, and kicked the air once you were laying over your back again. You found the ceiling very interesting for a moment, thoughts ramming in your head, and then one of your top 10 most humbling moments of all time popped up. Well the floor was an incredible place to think about shit from the past.

Trying to forget by closing your eyes tightly you didn’t notice when your boyfriend came running from the kitchen with his phone in his hand, jumping like a child whom just was rewarded with candies.

“¡Baby!” He called you many times jumping beside you, but when you didn’t answer at the fifth call he got genuinely annoyed for a moment.

“Fucking bitch, get up, we are going to earn some quick money” he declared upset, putting one of his feet’s on you stomach.

“Ouch, take your feet away from me and my tummy” you said while grabbing his ankle trying to move him away.

You sat up stretching your back that cracked very loud making you win a weird look from Jeonghan, that was a nice crack though.

“Babe, my tummy” your voice came in a childish tone making you cringe.

“Tummy my ass, get up, we are going to work” he said at the same time he offered you his hand.

“Work?, wher-, no, how? Don’t tell me, did you sell one of my kidneys?” The fake fear in your voice made Jeonghan crack a smile while helping you get up.

“But you can live with only one” he played along, and you gave him a weak punch in his arm “Come on, I would never sell your organs in the black market, they are for me in case I get sick” he said boasting

“You little fucker” you whined in a very high pitched tone while he laugh loudly “Now, for real, where are we going to work in a Sunday afternoon?” You asked, getting close to your boyfriend so you could steal a soft kiss from him.

“We are going to wash some cars with Mingyu’s cousin and her cheerleaders friends” you looked at him in disbelief, where you were going to wash the cars?, Mingyu lived in a New York size apartment with no parking lot “you know the gas station where he works?” You nod and he smiled, an “ooh” left your mouth.

Jeonghan kissed you again, but this time, instead of giving you just a cute peck, you felt his tongue caress your lower lips and with a weak moan you give the wet muscle permission to enter you mouth, his hot tongue stroked your own, a whimper escaped from the kiss and Jeonghan stopped but not without biting onto your lower lips, you were just so cute and desirable.

“Let’s go?” He said licking his pinky and glossy lips.

“Yeah” you felt pathetic from the way your voice came out in a thread. Shit.

[🍭]

The sun was in a burning heat, attacking mercilessly everyone, you were squeezing the sponges, feeling drops of sweat dance in your forehead when you saw how the cheerleaders along with Mingyu's cousin were playing with the water, wetting themselves while soaping the cars.

Both of you were damp in sweat and your hands hurt because of the rough texture of the sponge, but you and your boyfriend were firm, both determined to get the money to fix their portal to heaven. The air conditioner.

Mingyu finished his turn a few hours ago, leaving you and Jeonghan alone, with a bunch of “pretty” teenage girls that were rubbing themselves in the windows of the cars. You noticed how this man who seemed quite old and looked… somehow weird got into the space given from the gas station for the car washing, the car was shining like it was brand new, even the wheels were sparkling.

“Disgusting” you mumbled, but as the time passed by, you didn’t even care to look again if the cars were clean or not, more money for the a/c.

Yet the sun was affecting you, tiny tears were starting to build in your eyes.

“Hannie, my eyes hurt” you said, pounding to just sit next to your boyfriend -whom was cleaning the rims- and hug his side, resting your face in his arm.

“Baby, we’ll be lucky if we just get out of here with our eyes hurting and not with a sunburn,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“Can’t wait to have the apartment as cold as the north pole” you whimpered with a high pitch tone.

“Me neither”

[🍭]

You guys didn’t have any idea of how the things turned out this way, the girls were having a wet shirt contest and maybe it was the fact that the school shirts were so soaked they looked translucent and that some of them didn’t have bra, but the clients were giving money like crazy, the tips jar was about to burst, and that indeed made you both so happy.

But your happiness was about to be doomed, you saw how JiWon -Mingyu’s cousin- was getting closer with the old green hose in her hands, with determination in her eyes.

Jeonghan and you ran like a soul who is hunted by the devil, the much younger girl was faster, relentless and with no mercy, the first one to get drenched With the extremely cold water was Jeonghan.

His grey shirt attached to his chest like a second skin, Jeonghan thought that the feeling was going to be excruciating, but the only thing that he felt was satisfaction, making his muscles relax.

“Jiwon!, me too, me too!” You beg when you saw how your boyfriend enjoyed the bath of cold water.

Your cousin’s friend did as requested, soaking you more than your lover who was laughing soundly, he was going to crack a joke when he finally caught more than a glimpse of you, mouth agape at the sight.

The thin fabric of your blouse outlined your delicate figure, accentuating your small waist and the curvature of your breast, black underwear, noticeable under the cloth, your hair looked darker, droplets of water travelled over your neck, disappearing at the collar of the shirt.

Jeonghan was certain, he needed more than just a little splash of water, he was getting hotter and hotter, and if the water wasn’t going to cool him down, only your arousal could.

You gave him a bright smile, his heart melted because you were just too adorable. He wanted to eat you whole.

A smirk was painted in Jeonghan’s pretty face, walking towards you while feeling his hardening cock rub against the fabric of his shorts.

He grabbed you by the waist, body’s so close your face was pressed to his chest, and you couldn’t help but joggle at the hard touch of his dick on your belly.

Jeonghan’s face got close to your ear, biting down your earlobe; he felt you trembling at the action.

“You know, pretty doll?” His hoarse whisper in your ear was ecstasy for you “In this wet shirt’s contest, you are the winner” his grip on your waist tightened taking your breath.

“Han-hannie” you said in a pathetic cry of his name, his hot chest against your was to much,

he was holding you firmly, making you that you could feel his dick poking your belly “We’re at the gas station, Hannie” you tried to move away from him, only managing to make him let go of your waist, but now he was fondling your breast over your shirt in a public space.

“Mmh, you’re right, but I think everyone is focused on the girls, so maybe, it would be better…”his face approached to yours, so close his lips stroked yours faintly “It would be better if we get into the car”he said with his honeyed voice, abiding into your ears“I’m going to fuck you so good, doll” his hot tongue licked you lips and you wanted to cry so bad, because of how much you craved his touch.

Your boyfriend grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers and guided you towards the old -old- jeep, that was parked behind the gas station.

Once you were beside the car, Jeonghan parted away from you, this time groping the curvature of your ass, making you yelp.

With some struggle he opened the back door of the truck and manhandled you into the back seats, getting inside after you, closing the door with a slam.

He hovered over you, dragging with his hands your oversized shorts, smoothing your cute and puffy thighs, feeling the wet and slightly cold skin.

“Jeonghan, I don’t think this is a good idea” you stuttered, containing a loud and scandalous whine because of the flaring touch of your lover getting closer to your crotch.

“It is a bad idea, in fact it is an incredibly bad idea, but that doesn’t mean we are not going to do it anyway” he whispered with mockery splattered all over his voice, his soft lips grazing over you neck, making you shiver.

Jeonghan hands descended completely to your crotch, touching just lightly over your clothed cunt to then grab your waist tightly once again.

His fingers soothed your flesh over the shirt, they stroked your back, meeting with the hem of your shorts and sneaking inside your underwear.

The skin from your ass was smooth and warm, he massaged up and down, squeezing and spreading your asscheeks shamelessly while you drowned your whimpers in his mouth.

His fingers groped your tight and sticky core, caressing carefully, enjoying how you tried to silence your moans biting your knuckles.

He got his hands out of your shorts, unbuttoning them with expertise, pulling them out in a quick swing, skin reddening at the friction.

Your cheeks were bright red, embarrassed because of the situation you were in, naked from the waist down, with the strong and obscene gaze from your boyfriend over your body. Your forearm rested over your eyes, feeling overly exposed. It's not the first time Jeonghan sees you like this, but you still have the entitlement to feel a little bit of shame because of how vulnerable you are right now.

“You’re perfect” he said, grabbing your arm and pinning them over your head with one hand. “You’re perfect and only mine.” He howled and kissed you passionately, sucking, biting your lips, enjoying the sugary taste of your mouth, and swallowing your moans delightedly.

With his free hand, he lifted your soaked shirt, now contemplating your soft and milky skin, his eyes now fixated over your breasts, his free hand moved your bra, tits now spilling over your chest, perky buttons saying “hi” to Jeonghan in neediness.

He licked his lips with lewdness in his eyes, his hot breath made your perky buttons even more sensitive -if that was even possible-, his lips left an open mouthed kiss, gifting you a hickey just above the bud of nerves, to then proceed and bite and suck your nipple, your boyfriend couldn’t help but feel thrilled by the cry’s that slipped from your mouth.

“Ha- nnie” you said in a pathetic mewl, you felt feverish when his teeth bit into the sensitive flesh, just like you were about to pass out from the sensation.

Jeonghan pressed his fingers in your mouth, making you lick and suck them. Once they were covered in your spit, his hand went once again to your cunt, pressing his fingers into your soaked core.

Two of his fingers entered into your inviting pussy without a warning, digits curling and hitting deliciously every good spot inside of you, Jeonghan savored how your face was showered in ecstasy, knowing that only him could make you feel this good.

You rolled your eyes and your mouth fell agape, gutural moans coming from you, your damp hair sticking to your soft skin and your cunt drooling exited, velvety walls pulsating and sucking his fingers, making him grunt because sooner than later it would be his cock fucking you to the hilt.

“Y/n l/n, hear your name now, pretty, because I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to forget it”.

[🍭]

Fast forward to now, Jeonghan was doing the roll of a crutch so you could walk properly towards the younger girls. The mess spilling from your cunt into your underwear making you feel embarrassed, and the burn in your gummy walls, only made you more expectant for what was coming at home.

“Jeonghan, I can assure you that you fucked something inside of me” you whispered not feeling your legs at all, they were asleep because of the cramped place you just had sex in.

“I did more than that,” he said nonchalantly, tightening the grip on your waist.

“Shut up!” you said in a funny cry.

Once you were close to the group of girls, they excitedly gave you an envelope full of money as they thanked you for the help.

Jeonghan got so excited that he let you go, making you lose your balance. You felt a sharp pain in your knees, a loud howl slipped from your mouth, and when your boyfriend looked at you, he felt his dick twitch in his shorts at the view, you were giving him such a mean glare.

“Don’t look at me like that, I might fuck you again”

[pizzaqueen]

Cute when you win

Written for the prompt ‘pool’ for @steddiemicrofic

442 words / Rated G or T / established relationship

“Red three, corner right pocket.”

“My right or your right?” Eddie grins across the table at Steve.

A haze of cigarette smoke hangs in the air, lending a dreamlike feeling to the nearly empty bar. It’s late, almost closing time, and Eddie and Steve have been playing pool for hours. Steve rolls his eyes but otherwise ignores Eddie’s remark.

“Corner right pocket,” Steve repeats. The light above the pool table haloes Steve as he leans over, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he lines up his cue and takes the shot, sinking the ball with ease. He straightens, brows raised, spreading his hands. “Told you.”

“You know you don’t have to try to impress me right?” Eddie says, hands wrapped around his cue, smiling fondly. “I’ll let you in on a secret, Steve: I’m already impressed.”

“Who said I’m trying to impress you?” Steve slips the cue behind his back, hip grazing the edge of the table. “Eight ball, left side.” He winks, takes the shot, and wins the game.

Eddie tips his head back with a groan. “Fuck. I don’t know if I think it’s annoying you beat me at four games in a row, or if I think it’s hot.”

“You know what I think?” Steve moves around the table to stand by Eddie.

“No, what do you think?”

“I think you think it’s hot.” Steve leans against the pool table, crossing his arms. “That’s why you let me win twice.”

“Me? I’d never do that just to see that cute little smile you get when you win.”

“Uh-huh.” Steve shrugs. “I mean, I am pretty cute, so… I guess I can let it slide this time.”

“And if you weren’t going to let it slide,” Eddie says, leaning closer, “what would you do?”

The only answer he gets is a grin and a twinkle in Steve’s eyes that makes his heart beat hard. “Hey, wanna play again?”

Eddie shakes his head. “You know what I think?”

Steve’s lips twitch. “No, what do you think?”

“I think we should go home.”

“That”— Steve pushes away from the table —“is my kind of thought.” He takes their cues over to the rack, then gestures with his head. “Giddy up, time’s a-wastin’.”

“So bossy,” Eddie says, but he follows Steve through the bar and into the balmy night air. “Hey, wanna come back again tomorrow night? Shoot some more pool?”

Their hands brush between them as they walk, tantalizing and teasing. “Yeah,” Steve says, “but don’t let me win. I wanna beat you for real.”

Eddie snorts but he says, “Deal,” and, street deserted, takes a chance and holds Steve’s hand.

[novella-november]

Not to harsh your joy regarding your personal project, (which does sound awesome!) the fact that you keep answering the "can I do fanfic?" questions with "technically yes, but have you considered not doing that?" does not actually *feel* very fanfic friendly. (Especially for anyone who enjoys fanfic as a hobby and isn't also an ofic writer. For example, I personally write almost exclusively character studies that are an explicit reaction to canon; there is no real way to write that sort of thing except as fanfic.)

Which is just a long-winded way of requesting that you maybe consider less of a caveat with the FAQ if you make one, please.

oh that was definitely not my intention, thanks for the ask! I think it was mostly just because I got that same question a few times in a row from various anons within the same time span (including some that were not published publicly), it just happened that I was thinking of my own project(s, plural now) in the last day when I answered those two, for those who want an extra creative challenge.

There's a reason my own original thing has been in my head for the last ten years without me actually writing it while I've written and posted tons of fanfiction, and even now some of my original works are going to be based on Arsene Lupin, so they'd technically be considered fanfiction since they're based on and use an established work for the characters and settings --

--writing completely original fic *is* harder, and that's exactly why I'm *suggesting* (not requiring!) that people consider taking 1 out of short story 4 challenges to look at their work in a new light.

90% of what I read and (until I actually start and finish my original works) 100% of what I've written in my life is fanfic. I have nothing against fanfic, otherwise I woudn't even be interested in creative writing.

But its also not a diss to say "Would you consider looking at your [fanfic] writing from a new angle and try to figure out different ways of going about it?"

Honestly, being able to even consider this option *as a fun extra challenge* is meant to help improve your writing and creative skills; it's not meant as a cheap shot at people who choose to write fanfiction because I my self write and read tons of it,

it's me saying "if you want even more practice at creative writing during these monthly challenges, try branching out a little bit from your comfort zone, you may be pleasantly surprised."

People who write and read fanfiction already have tons of creative experience, and if people like me and many other fanfic writers who one day dream of being published authors, want to broaden our horizons and seek new experiences, one of the easiest exercises is to take something we're planning on writing or already wrote, and see what we would change to make it brand new and standalone--

-- something that not only helps you come up with new ideas, but also will help when it comes time to *edit*, which can be, depending on the length and complexity of your story, can be a complicated process:

whether that means having to delete scenes entirely,

changing what a character says,

altering an aspect of the worldbuilding to fix plot holes

, re-writing your character so they're not overpowered because it was ruining the stakes and tension,

changing the POV of chapters because it was ruining the flow of the story,

etc etc etc.

I love fan fiction.

I love reading it and I love writing it, and for many people who take on monthly writing challenges, it is a way to test ourselves and gear ourselves up and prove to ourselves that not only can we write x amount of words, but it proves to ourselves that we are *capable of creating*, and for many creatives, that ultimately leads to crafting our own unique stories;

if you're already taking place in a monthly writing challenge, why not push the bounds a little bit *if you're so inclined* and test the waters? Especially when you're surrounded by a community who is cheering you on, every step of the way?

Every Nanowrimo I ever won was fanfiction. Heck, even not during November I once did 40k words in two weeks for a fic.

I always stalled out when I tried to write original works;

it is much easier to start small with a single short story than it is to try to write an entirely original novel, and my encouraging people to try baby steps by *experimenting* with one short story out of four in a month is not meant to be a diss against fanfiction,

but an *encouragement to those like me* who were so eager to write original works but floundered when I tried to jump into the deep end and felt disheartened.

Many fanfic authors aspire to write original fics, and thats who that challenge is for, for the people who want to write original works but are too afraid to fully commit; I'll still be writing and posting fanfiction even if I become a published author, even If I just have to come up with a few new pen-names to post them under.

There's absolutely no judgement on anyone who wants to write fanfiction for these challenges, my "caveat" as you say, is only there as encouragement to those like me who are afraid to take the first step, or uncertain of how to even *begin* that first step, not any kind of condemnation.

TL;DR:

I did not mean for my responses on the "can I write fanfiction" to come off as rude or looking down on fanfiction, its meant to be an encouragment to all the people like me who love fanfic and started out writing fanfiction, and dream of writing original works to take the first step, with a community of like-minded people all taking the same challenge.

Like every other challenge aspect of these events, taking a fanfic idea and turning it into an original short story is completely optional and meant as inspiration, just like following prompts for events is not mandatory, and even completing the 30k word goal is not mandatory; the goal for this month is to create, get in the habit of creating, and having fun with it!

[osamucide]

if this bothers anyone they can kindly feel free to leave or ignore it or whatever but can we stop flooding the x reader tags with half-baked thinkpieces on why people should or shouldn’t do whatever with their writing. every other post is “you shouldn’t romanticize [x]” “you’re problematic if you do [x]” “stop writing about [x]” “[x] is gross and if you write about it kill yourself” how about if you don’t like certain content you heed the content warnings, block the tags, don’t interact with it, so on and so forth. of course part of our responsibility as writers, especially ones dealing with sensitive topics, is to label and tag our works appropriately but let’s be real—i hardly see any writers (at least within the bsd fandom) who don’t make it abundantly clear what they do/do not write about, interact with, or tolerate. wait until you find out how much fucked up shit happens in real life and how much some person on the internet coping with their trauma by writing self insert fanfiction about a cartoon character doesn’t fucking correlate to the perpetuation of that fucked up shit at all. it doesn’t even have to be that serious. people are going to write and read the content they want and they’re allowed to and you spilling your complaints all over the x reader tags “to boost attention” isn’t gonna change that. if you don’t like something ignore, unfollow, block, mind your own business. it’s actually super easy

[savoytrufflephd]

Let’s explore canon parallels…

Thanks for the love on the earlier post! Clearly, like me, you can’t get enough of analyzing HIUH. Allow me to test that theory…

HIUH is both an easy and a hard read. On the one hand, the writing style makes is go down smooth. On the other hand, the plight of the characters burns (in all the best ways). And sometimes you just want to shake some sense into them!

I am obsessed with HIUH to a borderline unhealthy degree. I love the style and subtly of the writing (but that’s a whole topic for a different post). I love how frustrating and heartbreaking and hilarious (I’m looking at you, Ancel) it can be. I’m obsessed with how much it makes me feel.

Typically, when a chapter is posted, I read it once, then go back and read the previous chapter and the new chapter again, then reread my favorite little sections again and again. Sometimes, I start at the beginning of the story and read all the way through. It’s never not worth my time.

So, anyway, perhaps this obsession explains how very defensive I feel when I read people commenting on how unlikeable Laurent (or Damen) is, or how they can’t imagine feeling good about them getting back together. I mean, it’s fair for them to feel however they feel as readers, but also…

Of course they have to get back together, because they are MEANT TO BE!

Which brings me to the question of canon parallels.

Because we, as a fandom, know that they are MEANT TO BE because of Pacat’s trilogy, and more specifically, because they had SO MUCH to overcome. Only a couple that is MEANT TO BE still comes to be despite the fact that one killed the other’s brother and the other took the one as a slave had him nearly whipped to death. I mean, that’s a lot to get past.

And herein lies the genius of HIUH. Because Pacat was able to set up this drama by setting her story in a pseudo-historical world of kingdoms and old-fashioned, army-clashing warfare. It was neither farfetched nor unreasonable that Damen killed Auguste. And it was believable (to everyone but Damen) that Damen’s brother tried to have him killed in a coup. And it was fair enough that Laurent swore vengeance, which, combined with the trauma he had experienced, ultimately allows us to forgive his cruelty. Also, Damen may not have whipped slaves, but he owned them, so he ultimately lacks moral purity (despite a common desire to grant it to him in fanfic, which I totally understand, because he has honor! It’s hot!). And they all live in a world before therapy, so they’re just gonna have to kind of suck up their trauma and go on ruling.

But how do you plausibly transfer this meant-to-be-despite-all-odds to a modern-day setting?

You can make them both modern royalty (which is always fun), but you can’t make Damen own people or have Laurent be casually sadistic and still have us root for them. Laurent’s trauma can be the same (unfortunately, because shitty adults still get away with abuse), but he can’t take it out on Damen in the same way. And Damen can’t be a catalyst for the trauma to the same degree either, because it’s hard in modern setting to imagine him having justifiably killed August and then Laurent being able to move on.

So how can two people hurt each other so much and still come together in modern times? By being exes, it turns out! Who knew?

@thickenmyblood knew!

And from that amazing canon adaptation of the overall conceit, @thickenmyblood goes on to create so many other canon parallels. I’ll number them (in order to assure you this post isn’t actually endless), but I’m sure it’s not an exhaustive list:

1. Damen’s quest begins when his privileged world, which he has never examined very closely, gets turned upside down. His unquestioned acceptance of slavery becomes an unquestioned acceptance of toxic masculinity, which also parallels with Damen’s unquestioned pursuit of war glory (the Original Toxic Masculinity™). His complete inability to recognize what every single reader can see – that Laurent was abused by his uncle – becomes an unwillingness to hear about Laurent’s traumatic experiences or accept their mental health consequences. His quest to regain his throne becomes a quest to regain his sense of self, which leads him to therapy, which leads to a realignment of his priorities that ultimately puts a connection to Laurent high on his list (as in the books).

2. Which makes sense, I think, of why Damen still cares so much for Laurent in HIUH despite his recognition of Laurent’s behavior. As in the books, he, like a few of the people closest to Laurent, sees beneath the judgmental exterior to Laurent’s resilience, deep care for people like Nicaise, and well-hidden playfulness. Lest we forget, the running over the rooftops was a key moment for Lamen – the banter and wordplay they can still find in HIUH post-breakup gestures to that playful connection/reconnection.

3. Meanwhile, Laurent remains a survivor in both worlds, and alternates between dedicating almost everything he has to simply persisting despite his uncle and trying to carve about a more purposeful and livable existence, which he at the same time does not fully believe he deserves. He is willing to protect and fight for Nicaise in ways he isn’t always able to fight for himself.

4. Nicaise, as in canon, sometimes desperately appreciates that, sometimes need to push, push, push until Laurent gives up on him the way he can’t stop fearing Laurent will.

5. Meanwhile, just as in canon, the only means Laurent has found to protect himself is by keeping his deepest self hidden and feigning indifference and superiority when he feels vulnerable or hurt. Did Laurent break up with Damen to protect Nicaise? Yes, absolutely. But, as I argued in the previous post, Laurent also breaks up with Damen because he believes deep down that, in the long term, Damen could not love the real Laurent because the real Laurent is fundamentally unlovable.

6. And he clearly told himself Damen would be better off without him, and without Nicaise, too. Like in canon, he’s willing to sacrifice his own chance at happiness to let Damen have his. He probably figured he was letting Damen go back to his charmed and trauma-free life. Which was less charmed and trauma-free than Damen thought it was, as it turns out (thank you, Neo). Which just takes us right back to Damen’s canon obliviousness and rose-tinted glasses.

7. Consider also that Laurent comes to give Damen his first and second chances because he is so desperate for Damen’s help that he has to push aside his anger, pride, and fear and let Damen in just a little (calling him for that first date, showing up at his house looking for Nicaise + asking him to take Nicaise after the paperweight). This mirrors his decision to take Damen with him to the border. But, just as in canon, whenever he lets Damen in just a little, Damen surprises him and worms his way back into Laurent’s closely-guarded heart.

8. Similarly for Damen in canon and here, Laurent is easy to hate when he’s being icy, superior, and hurtful, but impossible for Damen to hate when he pays close enough attention to see Laurent’s vulnerability. A lot of this comes through in HIUH in Damen’s careful notice of Laurent’s body language. When not clouded by his own insecurities, Damen can still read Laurent like a book.

9. Also worth noting is the way @thickenmyblood translates the differences in how Damen and Laurent think. As in canon, Damen is very literal and practical, thinking in straight lines. He is well suited to the law. Laurent’s thinking is more complicated, theoretical, and more attuned reasoning born of trauma. He is well suited to academia. But since there is no court intrigue in this modern setting, these differences are displayed not only in their communication differences, but through the contemporary complexities of sexual orientation and gender expression. Laurent (and his friend group) navigate these things effortlessly, while Damen (and his friend group) find it needlessly confusing and easy to mock. But like in canon Damen really should have understood court betrayals for his own sake, so too should this Damen understand how his thinking and friend group have prevented him from being fair to those he loves and fair to himself.

10. And if we want to get really metaphorical, we can say that Kastor "kills" their father in this by forcing Damen to realize he wasn't as good a father as Damen cast him in his memory. Although in this case, the metaphorical killing of the father opens the possibility for a more genuine relationship between the brothers, instead of destroying it...

And let’s stop it there, yeah? (Off to read the user manual for my new dishwasher.)

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

by inkinmyheartandonthepage

Dad mode activated, Clint signed.

It’s a good look on Tony, Natasha signed back.

Want to make a bet when the kid finally calls Tony “dad”?

Peter sprayed the mouthful of apple juice.

OR

Natasha and Clint forget that Peter knows ASL.

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Precious Peter Parker, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker Whump, Teen Peter Parker, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Sensory Overload, Peter Parker Calls Tony Stark "Dad", Peter Parker is Trying His Best, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Parent Tony Stark, Tony Stark is Good With Kids, BAMF Tony Stark, Genius Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark Friendship, Deaf Clint Barton, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Sign Language, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, One Shot, One Shot Collection, Complete, Prompt Fic, Prompt Fill

Series: Part 247 of We Forgot Peter

[imorphemi]

Riza and Winry from Mice of the Military by @rosejen8675! Its so cute and fun and I love this AU, so here's Riza showing Winry the components of her pistol!

[phoenixcatch7]

Desperate plea for help ao3 has decided to turn into the computer layout and no amount of scrolling or refreshing or googling or site reskinning is helping.

Why is all the text so small how am I supposed to live laugh love in these conditions?? I could have sworn I didn't touch anything, is anyone else experiencing this?

[scandalouslamb]

I've unrestricted my tbosas fics! Everyone can now read them without an account!

Below, I will include a masterlist of all my tbosas fics so far! In case, I restrict them again, so people can see if they're interested.

Posted June 2, 2024

Close Your Eyes-related Masterlist

Close Your Eyes (Felix/Festus/OC fic)

The same year the Treaty of Treason was signed, a young Artemisia Click declared that she would one day marry Felix Ravinstill. In the shadow and wake of the 10th Hunger Games, Felix and their friend, Festus Creed, find out what such a promise entails.

It's Still You

AU of Close Your Eyes. It diverges from the main fic's last chapter. (Close Your Eyes is required reading)

All That You Can Do

AU of Close Your Eyes. Artemisia Click gets to be Brandy's mentor and the ripple effect that has. (Theoretically Standalone)

The Snake Consumes Itself Masterlist

All of these fics are standalone.

In Your Image

Snapshots of President Ravinstill and Dr. Gaul’s relationship in the decades since he assumed the highest position of power in Panem.

Pater Patriae

In the wake of losing the last of his family, the former president, Maximinius Ravinstill contemplates his life and entertains the future.

Ave Atque Vale

At the closing of two different presidencies, Maximinius Ravinstill and Tigris Snow reflect on the past and those they once called brother: a bond defined by more than blood or name.

Tu Fui, Ego Eris

The end of Coriolanus Snow’s tenure at the Presidential Palace is juxtaposed with snippets of Felix Ravinstill’s life.

[nowis-scales]

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

General Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Fandoms: Fire Emblem Fates

Relationships: Felicia & Flora

Additional Tags: Revelation Route, Light Angst, Childhood Memories, Sibling Rivalries, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Friendship, Devotion, The Ice Tribe is loosely based on the Sámi peoples of Norway in this fic, The story is told in a list format

Story Word Count: 5,837 words

Story Summary: How does one become a retainer with devotion as strong as Felicia's?

The answer, she finds, is contained with one-hundred steps. One-hundred steps from ages seven to twenty-one, guiding her forward to claim her place alongside the friend she came to love like another sister.

[Read it on AO3.]

(Note: Due to potential threat of AI-scraping from Tumblr, I have opted to publish the actual text content of this fic only on AO3. Thank you for your understanding.)

[lesbiankordian]

BSD ON AO3

ID in alt

this is so much like. i did a presentation abt the amount of anime & manga fics on ao3 once and compared the biggest fandoms from this category. (bc I wanted bsd to qualify) the minimal amount of fics was 40000. as you can see, there are only 11 media that meet this requirement (unless I missed some - was doing it manually). and those are some popular anime too.

ID in alt

these are data from february 21, 2023. there have been 12709 bsd fics written since then, just on ao3. that's an enormous number. our fandom has grown by 25,59% in half a year.

for comparison, here's how the other fandoms have changed:

ID in alt

the numbers are from the "anime & manga" category under the "fandoms" section on ao3. when you click directly on a tag, they slightly vary. idk why that is, but that's why the amount of bsd fics is different than the one in the 1st picture, where it's 61957. last time I got the data from the "anime & manga" category, so that's why I did the same now. however if it turned out the numbers weren't accurate there and the real ones were shown when you click at a tag, then it doesn't make a big difference when it comes to the calculation and comparing the fandoms.

so. when it comes to how many bsd fics have been posted since the end of february, THERE ARE MANY, and we're at the second place.

and we're the first in the growth category, that is the number of the new fics divided by the staring number. so, when it comes to proportions, we've grown the most, much more than the other fandoms: one piece and pokemon are next, but it's 25% vs 15%.

remember I'm only counting the fandoms from my chart, that is the ones that had 40000 fics on feb 21. that means there are fandoms that have had a 100% growth - for example from 10 to 20 fics; or that there are fandoms that didn't hit the 40000 line back in february (like jjk), but do now and their growth is also noticeable.

on February 21 we were the 9th biggest anime & manga fandom on ao3. now we're 5th.

that's all thank you 😚

[active-mind-15]

Properly started writing chapter 21 for Accidental Siblings. Trying to get back into the writing groove and I think it might be working.

[rowanthestrange]

Sunny In The Pit

Rating: T Characters: The Fourteenth Doctor, River Song, The TARDIS Pairing: Fourteen/River

Tags: The Doctor’s Name(s), The Division, Depression, Mood Swings, Mental Illness, Hallucinations, Heartbreak, Previous 13/Yaz, 11/Rory, 10/Rose etc, Teeth, Trans Themes, Teeth, Emetophobia, Being Perfectly Normal, Mad [Person] In A [Shape].

————

The Doctor and River Song in a hole that cannot be climbed out of. Or something to that effect.