#pipeline fanfiction

[stray-kaz]

Ready or Not : a Gun-woo x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Gun-woo has learned things are not going entirely to plan with his money grabbing scheme and he needs his wife to help him get rid of some tension.

A/N: Gif really has nothing to do with exact moment used from the film for this, but I am insane, so I do not care. You can pry it from my cold, dead hands. I love his cheeky smile.

NSFW

You were lounging on the king size bed when your cell phone trilled, the ringtone set for your husband's number and only his. You set your book upside down on the duvet and stretch to reach it, swiping to answer. You could hear his quick breaths on the other end of the call before either of you spoke. You sat up quickly and crossed your legs.

"Hey, husband" you murmured. "Good or bad day?"

He grunted and your spine straightened.

"Bad" he muttered. "I - I need you to be ready for me. Can you do that, princess?"

You nodded to yourself; you'd had a feeling...

"Yes. Instructions, handsome?"

He sighed, and you could hear the relief in the sound. He shuffled round a bit and you could hear the scrape of his nails over the leather of his belt. You waited a little longer.

"You know the light blue set I bought for your birthday?"

You slid off the bed and padded to the towering dresser, pulling open the lingerie drawer, riffling through until you found the right set.

"Sorted" you said, laying the delicate material on the foot of the bed and already shimmying out of your pajama shorts.

"Need lube, princess."

His voice was low, a little hoarse, and a shiver rocked down your spine.

"Uh huh" you mumbled, barely restricting a moan at the end. "How do you want me?"

You heard the slam of a car door and a quiet groan, a metallic clink as he opened his belt, the sound of tyres as the car pulled out of its park.

"On all fours, princess" he rasped, barely above a whisper. "As ready as possible, yes? I need you."

You bit your lip, glancing across the room at the half full bottle of lubricant standing on your bedside cabinet.

"Okay, husband" you whispered. "I can do that. Get here fast, 'kay? I love you."

"Love you, princess."

The line deadened and you got moving, finishing stripping and pulling the lingerie into place, tiny satin bows resting against your clit and nipples. Gun-woo had made certain they were the exact perfect fit so he could drive you crazy with the teasing fabric.

You flinched a little, the tiny bows already doing their work, and reached for the lube bottle.

You heard Gun-woo's familiar footsteps, loud at first and then quieter as he kicked off his shoes, and then the exhilarating clink and thud of his belt hitting the marble floor.

He found you waiting right how he wanted, your head turned so that you could see him stride into the room, his dress trousers open and the zip down. You could see the strain against the sleek fabric and shuffled on the bed, rubbing your thighs together to try and get some relief. Lubricant had pooled in your fancy expensive blue panties and you watched his hot dark eyes zone in on the wet patch.

Gun-woo offered you your favourite grin, lopsided and just a little cocky, as he came to stand behind you and lean forward, relishing your tiny gasp and wriggle as he pressed his covered, straining cock against your barely covered heat.

"Good girl" he mumbled. "I like these on you."

He reached underneath you and slid his fingertips over the bows on your bra, causing you to jerk back against him and another unrestrained gasp to fall from your mouth.

"You did as you were told" he murmured. "So good for me, princess. I think you're ready."

He tucked his fingers between your thighs and played tauntingly with the bow on your clit and you whined and bucked, pressing down into his hand and backwards against his cock.

"I'm ready, I'm so ready!" you cried out.

Gun-woo smoothed a warm, steady hand down your spine, deepening your arch a little, then shed his jacket and pulled himself free of his trousers and underwear, his other hand finding the side of your panties and pulling, hard. The delicate fabric tore almost instantly and you cried out, pushing back toward him.

He wasted no time in pushing into you, bottoming out with a guttural groan as lubricant mixed with your slick coated his cock and made the initial entry almost too easy. You gasped out a moan and dug your fingers into the duvet, curling them into fists just as he pulled free and shoved back in, palming your hips and setting a brutal pace.

He was still mostly dressed and sweat gilded his forehead from his earlier stress and his current efforts, dark eyes wide and focused fully on you as you whimpered and shook, trembled under his onslaught. As he moved, leaning over you a little to whisper in your ear, he brought the cool, sharp scent of his cologne with him.

Your eyes rolled as you inhaled, the spicy scent filling your head and blurring everything else. All you knew was him surrounding you, clouding your mind, drowning in his scent as he plunged in and out, his cock building friction you couldn't get enough of.

Gun-woo moaned right in your ear as you tightened on him, desperate, soaked and throbbing. Trusting you to hold yourself up, he shifted his hands from your hips to your breasts, rubbing his fingers over the satin bows until your nipples pushed them out and then plucking at and rolling them between his fingertips. He sighed as you whined and gasped, trying to push yourself further onto him as he railed into you again.

"You always do so well for me, princess" he murmured, grinning over your head at the bedroom wall. "So wet, wife. All riled up for me, huh? What is it, honey? Why are you so tight? Why so happy to see me?"

You fought against the cologne fog in your mind to give him an answer, but the sweet, hard drag of his cock inside you was making it difficult. You choked it out eventually, unable to see his pleased, indulgent smile, so pleased that he could so easily break your ability to think straight.

"You - you smell good!"

Gun-woo huffed a laugh, lowered his head to bite your shoulder, soothing over the indent with his tongue as you writhed and whimpered, seizing around his cock.

"Do I?" he asked, amused. "I'll buy more of it then, princess. Okay?"

He punctuated this with another hard, brutal thrust that drove you up the bed on your knees. You nodded weakly, thrusting your hips back and feeling him slide in whole again. He swore quietly and carefully slipped a hand up your shoulder, soothing it over your throat and tipping your head back. You squeezed him again and he groaned, pressing in until he had taken up all the available space.

"I need to have more bad days" he rasped, lightly squeezing your throat, just enough to have you wriggle under him and keen. "If this is the reception I get. I smell good? You feel incredible, princess. Taking me so well. I love you."

You moaned and nodded, and he understood: you couldn't talk right now, his cock, his hands and his mouth were rendering you speechless. He got it. He smiled again and doubled down on his efforts, his hips bullying your body, slamming against your ass with every thrust.

As he felt his climax rushing at him like a train, he leaned in close and whispered in your ear.

"I'll make you come later, okay?"

You didn't get a chance to respond before he was arching into you, grunting roughly, filling you fast and hot. You collapsed and he followed you down, nuzzling at your bitten shoulder. He kissed the angry mark.

"Thanks, princess."

Tagging: @writingmysanity

[mandukkul]

My sister: i cannot give you good criticism on your writing because my writing is not on the same level as yours

Me: this is fanfiction

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 90

Jaskier accidentally ingests a love potion, and becomes obsessed with Geralt. He sings him songs, reads him poetry, hugs him and compliments him and blows him kisses. ... Okay so he's acting as he always does. But he desires more touch and affection from Geralt, and who is Geralt to deny his enchanted friend? But Geralt eventually has to leave for a hunt, and Lovepotioned up Jaskier would be in terrible danger if he came with, so Geralt commands he stay back at the inn. He comes back to an absolutely inconsolable bard who keeps asking Geralt what he did wrong, and how he can better for Geralt to love him again. Geralt awkwardly tries to talk his friend through it, before giving up on talking and just giving Jaskier a quick chaste kiss. Jaskier stops blubbering and immediately is overjoyed, enjoying Geralt snuggles the rest of the night. Jaskier sleeps in a bit the next morning, but Geralt wakes him up with a kiss to his forehead and a tender hug. For the rest of the day, Jaskier looks more surprised with every touch or sentence Geralt gives him, which is a tad odd, as the first day of the potion, Jaskier seemed only happy and relieved when Geralt gave him love. Now, Jaskier seems shocked by Geralt's audacity, though still very happy about it. Geralt finally reaches Yennefer, who Jaskier did not know they were on their way to visit. Geralt asks for Yennefer to lift the love potion's curse from Jaskier, only for her to explain it's not there. It was clearly one that wore off in a day. That mean this entire day Jaskier wasn't enchanted but he and Geralt kept acting like it. Jaskier profusely apologizes, already in tears, and confesses he just liked Geralt giving him affection, touch, and praise. Geralt pays Yennefer for her time wasted and scoops up his bard to head back to an inn so they can calm down. Geralt is embarrassed, but not angry, per se. He tells Jaskier this, and gives him a kiss on the forehead. "All you had to do was ask, Bard." "I promise it was real at first!" "I know, Jask." "But you kissed me and held me and-" "I know, Jask." "I'm sorry." "It's forgiven, bard. We don't have to stop." That night, both bard and witcher fell asleep, wrapped around each other, both's lips bruised from kissing.

[noblesknightsandswords]

Tired: Derek just sucks at being a werewolf/alpha. At this rate Stiles could be a better wolf. Wired: Derek is a Born Werewolf and as such has an entirely different culture than Stiles or Scott knows. He's a great wolf by his cultures standards.

!!FANFIC RECOMMENDATION BELOW!!

The Hale family were all Like That™ because they could scent each other and had pack bonds to rely on, rather than words. ((They all speak with eyebrows and body language, as well as scent and pack bond. The only one acceptable in "civilized aspects" is like, Laura, because she has so many human friends beyond pack, so she toes the line of both cultures.))

So Derek is entirely normal by his standards, but Teen Wolf is from the perspective of a human and a bitten wolf that used to be human, therefore we are getting an outside perspective on an unknown culture and putting our cultural expectations on Derek and how he should behave as a wolf.

LITERALLY AN AMAZING FANFIC. IT TEACHES AN ENTIRE NEW PERSPECTIVE AND HAS A SUPER FUN INTERACTION THROUGH FOOTNOTES.

I'm an absolute freaking nerd but I cannot tell you how intensely I admire this damn fanfic.

Please read it.

[wantonlywindswept]

Definitely True Facts About Commander Vertex #3

He has negative Force bacteria.

[forgotten Fox AU tag]

"Midichlorians," Patches said, for the third time, his head in his hands. "They're called midichlorians."

"Tiny little buggers that live in your body," Jek scoffed. "I might have barely scraped by my biology modules, but that sounds like bacteria to me."

Patches whimpered.

Jek grinned and reached over to pat his babiest of brothers on the head. Their youngest medic really was too easy to rile up. 

Still, at least Patches was capable of taking a break on occasion, even if it was just to sit at Jek's bedside in the medbay while he recovered from a round of Force cleansing. He always felt a little like the mess hall slop after every session, squishy and mostly-liquid, though the effects had been lessening as the treatments went on. 

Turned out that working in close proximity to an evil Sith overlord for an extended period of time could be 'damaging' and 'harmful to the spirit', and as soon as the Jedi got the okay from Marshal Commander Thorn they'd instituted regular healing sessions for the Guard. Some of them weren't overly affected--the ARF division hadn't been allowed in the Senate Dome that often anyway, and the medics rarely left the infirmary, much less Guard HQ--but the majority of them were on rotating schedules to get their minds checked for Sith residue or whatever.

It was even worse for the Force-sensitives.

No one was more surprised to find Force-sensitive clones than the clones themselves, and a frankly unsettling percentage of the Guard tested for above-average midichlorian counts. That was just those who agreed to submit to the assessment, too--a lot of the Guard refused to do even that. It wasn't like they could be Jedi, and with the war over, what did it even matter?

(Except it did matter, a lot, because apparently evil Sith overlords could also drain the life force from sentients around them, and particularly enjoyed ones with the Force. Palpatine got a little tasty burst of power like they were some kind of energy snack, and it wasn't like the Guard weren't already exhausted anyway.

That kind of siphoning left even worse traces of Sith influence; Jek's cleansing sessions made his bones feel like wobbly gelatin, but Glitch's sessions hurt.)

"I bet Defib's m-count is the highest in the Guard," Jek mused absently as he watched their CMO stalk around the medbay between the beds--and the Jedi--with a scowl on his face. 

Patches lifted his head to give Jek a horrified look.

"Don't say that where he can hear you."

Jek, who lacked both bones and a sense of self-preservation, merely shrugged. Defib had refused testing, scoffing that he didn't need the Force to heal, but he wasn't named after a defibrillator for nothing: he'd brought more than one brother back from the brink of death against impossible odds.

Jek had his suspicions about Patches, too. 

Even with Defib hovering suspiciously over their shoulders, the Jedi healers--there were four of them, led by Master Rig Nema--moved around the medbay with an almost unearthly poise. Jek was more familiar with ordered chaos in the infirmary: medics shouting across the room to each other, rushing back and forth to see how far their meager supplies could stretch. The Jedi were quiet, coordinating with each other soundlessly while still seeming to be aware of everything else happening in the room.

The mesmerizing little dance wasn't even interrupted by the main doors opening, which drew Jek's attention to Commander Vertex stepping into the medbay. The commander had his bucket tucked under one arm, and sharp eyes surveyed the room in a quick glance.

Patches waved at Vertex, because he was adorable. 

Vertex waved back, because he was a sap.

Defib immediately veered off his self-appointed task of looming to intercept Vertex before he got too far into the room. They ducked their heads together in a brief conversation with far too much angry gesticulating on Defib's part, and the calm competency Jek had come to expect on Vertex's. Jek watched, fascinated, as Vertex managed to settle the fuming medic with just a few words and a gentle touch to his shoulder. 

Defib made a bitchy face, but he did seem to lose some of his protective bristling; at Vertex's nudge he sidled over to his desk in the corner of the medbay, dropping into his chair to finally take a break and...to angrily chew on a ration bar?

Incredible.

The Jedi, meanwhile, had continued on with their Force nonsense, which lasted up until Vertex tapped one of the healers on the shoulder and their serenity shattered with a resounding squawk.

The poor Rodian who made the noise spun around, flailing wildly, and would have fallen back onto one of the beds if Vertex hadn't grabbed her to keep her upright. The other three Jedi's heads snapped up in eerie synchronicity, startled expressions on their faces, and Master Nema took a jolting step forward before seeming to register what had happened.

In the frozen stillness that followed, Defib's sullen crunching took on a distinctive note of glee.

"Apologies," Vertex said. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"When did you even..." 

"How can we be of assistance, Commander Vertex?" Master Nema asked, stepping away from her patient to take the place of the still-baffled apprentice healer. Both she and Vertex smoothly ignored the disbelief radiating off the other Jedi, who were looking at Vertex like they didn't know how he had appeared. 

Jek wondered that sometimes, too, but it didn't bother him.

"Hey," he said, nudging Patches with his elbow as the two bigwigs conversed, "What do you bet that Commander Vertex has negative Force bacteria?"

Patches stared at Jek like he'd kicked a baby massiff, and then slowly sunk lower in his chair with a low, despairing whine.

So easy.

[this-geek]

So, now we've had the idea of you movie when do we get the Truth & Measure movie?/j

[precious-little-scoundrel]

Y’all want a Sarge update tomorrow? 👀

[marsneedstherapy]

the—ironically reading fanfic for a piece of media you've never seen -> unironically reading fanfic for a piece of media you've never seen -> knowing so much lore, you might as well have seen the piece of media -> actually watching the piece of media -> being a full, real, and unironic fan who is a part of the fandom and still reads fanfic—pipeline is very real, and you could become a victim of it any day now...

[alectoperdita]

Fanfiction: The Breaking Point Job (6085 words) by Alecto

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler/Kaiba Seto Characters: Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler, Kaiba Seto Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Leverage Fusion, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Aged-Up Character(s), Crimes & Criminals, Mild Blood, Blood and Injury, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Developing Relationship, Resolved Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content, Office Sex, Barebacking, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Creampie, Bottom Kaiba Seto, Top Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler

Series: Part 2 of Leverage Consulting, LLC

Summary:

Moving on autopilot, he hurtled himself in harm's way. Jounouchi didn't think. The only thing that mattered was Seto. It was too late to stop the knife's momentum. He could only redirect it. --- A close call forces them to confront whatever is brewing between them.

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@rainbowwinedemon reminded me about this AU, and it inspired me to dust off this old WIP and finish it. (And then write more smut for them oops.)

Hope you like it!

[storyshark2005]

Just so you know I enjoyed your oasis fic so much that after I reread it (twice shhh) I started on your footballer one because the way you write is just so captivating even though i have no idea who these men are and now I’ve falled down an ao3 rabbit hole with two middle aged blokes who’s faces I wouldn’t be able to pick out of a line up 😂😂 anyway just wanted to say thanks for bringing me joy and also pls update, I need them to get it on asap xx

INCREDIBLE TO HEAR -- I love that I've seen a couple of people now follow me down the very obscure pipeline of Oasis RPF --> English Football Pundit RPF 😂 I feel so bad that the writing isn't coming as fast as my Oasis writing did. Sadly my IRL job has be feeling a bit burnt out. However WORRY NOT they will be "getting in on" ASAP BELIEVE YOU ME. Jamie is very pushy and impatient and good at bullying his way into a win.

Thank you for dropping such kind words!

[imsiriuslyreading]

there’s something special about meeting up with fanfic friends. i think it’s cause you all know each other’s deepest darkest secrets, kinks and depravity so the bonds run deep 🤭

anyway love u guys @withmetoghosts @thisliminalspace-on-ao3 @industrations @imdamagecontrol @alarainai @solmussa 🫶🏽

[kat-xox]

it truly is some otherwordly feeling when finding a new fic to latch onto. i remember never thinking i’d read anything better than manacled. and then atyd. and then crimson rivers. and yet i keep finding more and more hidden gems in the entirety of this fandom, of a plethora of ships, and each one is a gift. and some don’t or can’t or will never compare to how i felt when reading my all-time favorites, but the best thing is that i have and will continue to find new all-time favorites. most of all, it’s about the joy i get from reading little words on a little page on my little phone about the same old little characters in their many different little universes and that, in and of itself, is otherwordly.

to any writer out there: thank you<3

[grim-phoenix]

Told my friend the other day that I’ve been really into Gale here lately and he looked me in the eye and said yeah? I mean he is a nerdy sad man? Like every man you’ve ever dated? I hate it here.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Pancakes

Set post-game. Thea Dekarios wakes from her trance to smell pancakes and investigates. SFW.

Based on this art.

When Thea Dekarios ended her trance, the first thing she noticed was a very distinct smell.

Pancakes?

PANCAKES?!?!

While she knew Gale was an excellent cook (as good as Mum, and that’s saying a lot), she did not know how utterly delicious his pancakes were. When she asked about the recipe, he mentioned it was a secret Dekarios family recipe. And winked. I’m a Dekarios now, so tell me what makes those pancakes so damn good. She tried as quietly as possible to sneak down the stairs and into the kitchen without alerting him, but a particularly squeaky floorboard made her husband aware of her presence.

“Good morning, my darling girl!” he said happily, flipping a pancake with every bit of flair she had come to expect from Gale. To say that he was a changed man was a gross understatement. For the first time in his life, he’s truly happy and at ease with himself. He loves teaching. He…loves. So much. “How did you rest?”

Leaning against the doorway into the kitchen, she smiled. “Good. I relived the night we told each other how we felt, and before you ask, it was just as lovely the second time around.”

He barked a laugh. “Well thank gods for that, eh? That was such a magical night, my love. Sometimes I can scarce believe that we found each other in the first place…and that by some miracle we are married and making a life together here in Waterdeep.” His attention went back to the pancakes. “I made you chocolate chip, sweetness. They’ll be done in a moment or two. And coffee,” a mage hand appeared and began to pour her a cup. “Will be done in a second.”

Thea shook her head, still smiling, and sat down at the table. The mage hand brought her the coffee in her favorite mug. It has me in my cat wildshape painted on it. “So much doting this morning, Mr. Dekarios. Have I done anything to deserve it?” She teased, the corners of her mouth quirking into a grin. “Or will I be doing anything to deserve it in the future?”

He flipped the pancakes onto a plate. “Mrs. Dekarios, you should know by now that the answers to those questions are ‘yes’ and ‘yes.’ And this,” He turned towards her, a look of merriment on his face, pulling at his robe slightly to expose a hairy leg to his upper thigh, making her squeal with laughter. “is only a taste of your reward.” As he laughed (the most wonderful sound in the world), he brought her plate of chocolate chip pancakes to her with a bow. “My lady’s breakfast. Hot and fresh.”

“So, like you then, love?” Hot. Fresh. All mine as I’m all his. She wrinkled her nose and giggled as she sliced into the first pancake. Oh fuck me, these smell amazing.

He rolled his eyes playfully, pouring three large globs of batter on the griddle. “I’m in too good a mood to protest this time, dearest. I’ll simply take your word for it that I am, indeed, hot and fresh. Speaking of which, I did take a shower, so by that logic, I am fresh at the very least—”

“Gale?”

“Yes, my love?”

She brought the first forkful of pancakes to her mouth. “You’re the hottest and freshest man in my life, now please come here and give me a kiss.”

His eyes widened, and he rushed towards her. Cupping her face in his hands, he gently kissed her lips. Perfect. He’s perfect. “Forgive me. I was too taken in by you. You see, darling, you’re somehow more beautiful when you wake from your trance…” He shook his head, kissing her once more. “Pancake duty calls. Don’t want them to burn.” He hurried back to the griddle and hummed a song Thea recognized from their wedding.

As she lifted the first forkful of pancakes to her lips, she sighed happily.

It was worth it.

All the pain.

All the misery.

Having to share my head with a damn tadpole.

It was worth it for this.

“Sometimes the little things are worth more than kingdoms.”

My darling Gale was absolutely right.

[lokidoctorpugs-wenclair-brainrot]

Tumblr has single handedly got me back into reading comics/graphic novels along with books has straight up created my interest in anime/manga with the help of one of my IRL friends but not only that Tumblr by itself has gotten me into fanfiction and by extension Ao3 something I thought was kinda cringe and on top of all that I remember a time in my life were I was on Tumblr and thought to myself "I must be the only one here who doesn't use Ao3." What I'm trying to say is that The Tumblr to Avid Ao3 user and creator pipeline is real, I swear to the gayest of the fanfiction gods it is

Need to reinstall my old drawing app if I actually want to bring back the bad art comics but I don't think people will miss my shit art, TBH, so here's a new piece (some shit website with shit controls and that's coming from someone who's not an artists (obviously) like I want to draw without moving the whole damn canvas.) and an old piece (try to guess who everyone is supposed to be on the new one. Good luck you'll need it with my art skills or lack there off lol.)

[roomwithanopenfire]

getting comments on fics is seriously the best feeling ever

you mean you read my words??? and you liked them??? and you have things to say??