#Archiveofourown

[ao3legendarium]

collection of mildly funny shit because i'm feeling uninspired and none of them are funny enough to stand alone, please ignore the different shades of red on the censorship <3

sorry for the light mode jumpscare at the end, that screenshot is from before i decided i didn't like going blind

[thedoctordoesmarvel416]

that we've known about for three whole days in advance

and are still surprised about somehow

I love that even if you didn't know, you can always tell whenever ao3 is down

Because all of our fellow fanfic readers flood tumblr with so many posts about fanfics and how they miss our beloved ao3 that's down for three hours of scheduled matinence

[futilemillipede]

☆ 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 × 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 • 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝟏𝟖+ ☆

[cw: smut, one shot, dubcon, fem!reader, husband!nanami, pwp, fluff, sub!nanami, dom!reader, light bdsm, oral/bj, whimpering/desperate nanami, edging, overstimulation.]

"Love, please..." Nanami pleaded through gritted teeth, his eyes were heavy-lidded and his usually stoic, patient yet no-nonsense façade was replaced with a lustful, desperate look. He was completely bare, his wrists bounded over his head with his own tie as he laid on the silk sheets of your shared king-sized bed. Nanami's eyes were locked on the sleek vibrator inching closer and closer to his throbbing cock, each muscle in his body tense and eagerly anticipating for what he needed. God, it has been over an hour since you've begun this sick game of teasing him. And for what?, just because he hasn't been spending as much time with you due to his overworking tendencies? Damn right.

"Love, I'm so-" His words died on his tongue when he felt your faux disappointed gaze on him. Nanami's face was flushed and the usually neatly combed back blond locks were mussed up, a few strands sticking to his forehead, a testament to his pent-up, desperate situation. He swallowed thickly, the Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he tried to articulate his thoughts, but it was damn near impossible with his current predicament and the sight of you in your sheer black babydoll nightgown, looking down at him with slightly furrowed brows and a pout on your lips... If he wasn't aching for a release and tied up by you, he would've pulled you down to a reassuring embrace and kissed you all over, whispering heartfelt 'I love you's' and sincere apologies until you forgave him.

"Kento," The sternness of your voice jolted him out of his little fantasy, his glossy, hazel eyes meeting yours. His breaths came out in short puffs, his chest rising with each ragged breath. "Y-yes, love?" He murmured, his voice huskier than usual.

'He's so deliciously cute when he was a needy mess just for me..' You thought to yourself before continuing, keeping up your disappointed exterior. "I told you to stop overworking yourself, didn't I?" You inched the vibrator closer to his aching cock, the pink tip slick with beads of clear precum. His thick cock twitched in anticipation, Nanami's eyes flickered to your hand, he clenched his teeth tightly to the point where he thought he might chip a tooth. "Y-yes, ma'am." He replied in a somewhat sheepish manner, he averted his gaze but his eyes kept trailing back to you and your body like a moth to a flame.

"But you never listen." You scolded, gently brushing the vibrator against the tip of his cock, the featherlight touch sending a wave of electric shocks through every damn vein in his body. A sharp gasp left his lips, his eyes fluttering shut as Nanami's hips instinctively jerked forward, wanting, no, needing more stimulation. A small smirk tugged at the corners of your soft lips, amused by the sight of your calm and collected husband unravel right in front of you with a simple touch.

But you couldn't get too ahead of yourself, you still had to teach him a lesson first.

Nanami's body flexed under your teasing, the muscles tensing and rippling while you continued your lecture, "I've told you SO many times, Ken! You can't just keep working yourself to the bone. You barely eat, sleep or even take a break!" Little did you know your words fell onto deaf ears. Your poor husband was too busy trying not to climax with each brush of the vibrator you were teasing him with to even care about your little speech about him being a textbook workaholic. Your voice grew more annoyed as you continued, each word harsh but an underlying hint of genuine concern and affection behind it. Despite your... strange way of instilling your concern about your husband's work habits, Nanami couldn't help but find it endearing. (And thrilling, to be completely honest.)

"And don't get me started on all the unnecessary overtime-" The sentence came to a halt when you realised that your husband wasn't even paying attention, his mind battling the urge to just cum already or at least pretend to be interested in your lecture. Your eyes narrowed in frustration, taken back by his audacity to not pay attention despite the lewd circumstance he was in. "Are you even listening?" You asked, running the vibrator up and down his shaft in a torturously slow pace. Nanami let out a sound which was a mix between a strangled gasp and a moan, his cock leaking even more as the precum dribbled down his veiny shaft, coating his twitching length in a thin, shiny slickness.

"I... I am." He lied through gritted teeth, his hands were curled up in a tight fist, knuckles turning white from restraining himself from tearing off the tie from his wrists and lunging at you so that he can finally experience that tight, wet cunt he has been dying to feel the whole day. It wasn't fair, in his opinion. He took another deep, shuddering breath and continued, his voice low and slightly whiny. "Love, please just-"

Another tauntingly slow pressure of the vibrator against his cock threw Nanami off once again. You stimulated his pink tip with the vibe, watching in amusement and awe as he twitched and moaned. The sound of his needy moans and whimpers were music to your ears. "Please what? Use your words, Ken." You cooed, suddenly taking the vibrator away and stopping any stimulation Nanami was enjoying. You were not going to let him cum without hearing what you wanted from him.

A small, almost unnoticeable whine escaped your husband's lips. The sound so foreign that it startled both you and him. Nanami bashfully cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing deeper. "P-please touch me... I promise I won't overwork myself. I'll take care of myself a-ad I'll be home with you more." His words were soft, wanton yet sincere, effortlessly easing any doubts you had in the back of your mind. Your eyes softened, the pout on your lips curving into a relieved smile.

"Mhm, good boy." You purred, the seductive edge of your voice making Nanami groan in embarrassment and arousal. He muttered something about 'I'm a grown man, not a boy.' but the bashful smile on his lips made it difficult to take his complaints seriously. You giggled at his whining, your gaze trailing over his nude body. God, he was a sight to behold - every single muscle so perfect and toned that it looked like it was carved out of marble, his body glistened with a thin layer of sweat, highlighting every curve, dip, vein and amplifying the lean build, the messy blonde hair and his slightly darker happy trail that adorned his lower abdomen. Without much thought, you brushed your fingers over his fat tip, your fingers smearing his precum further down his cock. Nanami swore you were trying to kill him at this point, but all he could do was watch while you toyed with him.

You lifted your finger, placing it in your mouth and licking off the cum while maintaining eye contact. Nanami's eyes widened slightly, his desire only growing with each passing second feeling like an eternity. Catching onto his reaction, you flashed an innocent smile at him but your actions said otherwise.

"You promise not to push yourself too hard, hm?" You asked, your voice sickeningly sweet and innocent as you climbed onto the bed, the mattress slightly dipping with your weight while you settled between his legs, your lips mere inches away from his cock. Nanami nodded profusely at your question, his mind not even registering your words the moment you moved closer to him. He mumbled a string of 'yes's, each words coming out in a more incomprehensible manner than the last.

You smirked at his response, pleased with the display he was putting on. "Good job, Ken~" With that taunt, you began planting several kisses on Nanami's cock, the precum glossing your lips as you moved down to kiss his shaft and lick his heavy, cum-filled balls. Nanami was in complete utter bliss as you teased him with soft kisses. Before he could muster up another word, you pushed his throbbing thickness slowly down your throat. The wetness and warmth of your mouth, the way your tongue moved under his shaft, licking and tracing the veins; all of it was outright divine.

Even though he was undeniably big, you had no issue taking him in your mouth as long as it meant that he'd stick to his promise. His low moans and the sound of your wet mouth sucking him off filled the atmosphere, creating an erotic symphony. Drool dripped down your chin from the corner of your mouth as you pushed his cock further down your throat, tears brimming in your eyes and threatening to spill from adjusting to his size. Meanwhile Nanami was completely fucked out of it, his breathing was shallow and ragged, he was flushed and disheveled. The only indicator of him being present in the moment was the way his hips bucked upwards to your mouth and the sweet moans eliciting from his lips.

"F-fuck, honey... 'm almost there." Nanami groaned out, his head falling back onto the pillows as he closed his eyes shut, his hands gripping onto the thin fabric of the tie binding his wrists in a futile attempt to last a little bit longer.

"Mmngh~" The sound left your lips as a way of reassurance, to remind him that you would give him the release he was craving for. Your mouth and tongue worked faster, licking, sucking and twisting your head slightly as you bobbed your head up and down, driving him closer to the edge. "L-love, I... Mmnf~" He couldn't even finish his sentence and he bucked his hips deep inside your throat, spilling his thick, warm cum down. Although his release came sooner than you expected, you didn't complain as you swallowed his thick ropes of cum, licking it off the base of his shaft and wiping your lips with your tongue to make sure that not a single drop went to waste like the good little wife you were. As you pulled him out of your mouth and relished the slight salty taste of his cum, he was laying on the bed, utterly boneless and spent. His chest rose with his labored breathing, his body pleasantly numb and exhausted.

"You... you're going to kill me one of these days, love." Nanami chuckled lightly, the sound hoarse and lighthearted as he stared up at the ceiling in his lovestruck, dazed state. You could only roll your eyes and chuckle at his words knowing that he wasn't far off. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. This could've been avoided if you listened to me in the first place." You grumbled as you undid the makeshift restraint on Nanami's wrists, gently massaging the sore muscles.

Nanami raised an eyebrow at your words, seemingly entertained by your sassy retort, a tired smirk gracing his lips. "Guess I'll ignore your little lectures if it means getting this in return..." He mused, his gaze fixed on you while you silently fussed over the faint redness on his wrists and carefully watching as you gave a half-hearted glare at his cheeky comment. But part of you couldn't deny the heat already pooling down in your lower stomach at the thought of disciplining and edging your lovely husband for his 'mistakes'.

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[A/N: AAAA MY 3RD FIC :3 this one took a couple of minutes longer than usual since its (currently) my longest smut fic yet >:3 i need whimpering, overstimulated nanami... ily guys for reading all of the shit i write i never rlly thought anyone would <3]

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tagz:

[gayassassinscreed]

this it's deeply personal and intense and messy but currently having the biggest breakthrough of my life with writing and im crying. legitimately crying. this is so overwhelming.

twenty-one years of never feeling good enough. and i finally do. i finally do. ive always been good enough with my writing. i started when i was 9 and i turn 30 in july.

the part of me that suffocated me, that killed my creativity...... it's now the one suffocating. it scrambled, sirens went off, there was panic, uncertainty, but now there's peace. there's finally peace.

and ive been crying for a while, but it's not sadness. it's relief. catharsis. it's healing.

i was just so desperate for approval. whose approval? i guess my own? the approval of my readers? of imaginary people who aren't real? the future readers? i dont know if i have an answer. maybe all of them.

ive always been so terrified of the question "who am i without this? who am i without perfection?" but i guess it's time to find out. but it's no longer scary. it's freeing

i’ve only ever been someone who loved so deeply, who cared so fiercely about my craft, that ive held myself to impossible standards, hoping, praying, that reaching them would finally quiet the voice that said, “you’re not good enough.” i do have to thank it, though. it served its purpose but. time to move on.

its like...ive come home ive hated my writing for so long absolutely hated it never felt good enough no matter what i did it truly destroyed me

21 years of never feeling good enough, of never feeling like my writing mattered, of wanting to quit and never write again. two fucking decades of this. pretty much my entire life. it has held me back so much what ive loved became a chore the joy slowly ebbed away that wasn’t fair. that hurt. that almost broke me.

like the armour is falling off. the chains are breaking. and its weird and scary and intense and overwhelming. my entire identity is built around this

my brain is gently nudging me like "so can we feel this about everything?" and im like "hold up. one breakthrough at a time." lmfao

and honestly, this is fucking beautiful

[davilovesty]

more than SEVEN-SENTENCES SUNDAY The new story is coming along well... here's a tease of it.

@ronenstrand

TK closes his eyes just to rest them. He’s so tired. He must have drifted off because he doesn’t remember the door coming to a stop. He doesn’t remember getting up, walking, or moving at all. When he opens his eyes, he’s in an overcrowded hospital. There’s chatter, moans, soft screams, and crying. It’s not loud, but it’s noisy. His head is pounding, his throat is dry, and he just wants to get up and find Carlos. 

When he sits up, he winces. The pain in his ribs is excruciating. He folds his arm around himself only to find that he’s been bandaged. The piece of metal in his thigh is gone, and it, as well as his calf, have both also been bandaged. Though incredibly grateful, he’s confused as to how he got here; how he had been so out of it that he remembers none of it all.

[moonchild311]

"people who stay up at night are either insomniac or In love" people who stay up at night read gay fanfiction on AO3 what are you on about?

[proletariat-of-sex]

How I found out about trump getting shot

[ao3org]

A couple of our servers have gotten a bit overwhelmed, so we're taking some down time to give them a chance to catch up. We'll be back as soon as possible!

2024-09-02 11:30 UTC

[regulus-leonis]

AO3 👏 TAGS 👏 ARE 👏 NOT 👏 SPOILERS 👏

i’m so tired of authors not tagging correctly because they don’t want to “spoil the fic”

correctly tagging your fic allows readers who DON’T want to read things like major character death, gore, mpreg or whatever may be their squick to filter your fic out from the main ship/fandom tag. not including the correct tags on your fic is harmful to readers and i’m tired of pretending it’s not.

“don’t like don’t read” great! i won’t! tag your fic correctly next time ffs

[polls-about-fandom]

Fancreators who never plan to use AI: what is your primary reason?

I think AI is plagarism

I think AI is bad for the environment

I think AI would do a worse job than I could

I don't want people to judge me

I like writing/drawing too much to let AI do it for me

Other

Not a fancreator/ I do use AI/ see results

[ao3legendarium]

hell yeah

[simpforsix]

i'm so poisoned by other social media that sometimes as an ao3 author when my fic doesn't do well i'm like "oh the algorithm didn't pick it up". bitch there is no algorithm. you just posted a niche fic to a dying fandom. what did you expect.

[ilovepriestgerard]

anyway hello freaks that came to tumblr because ao3 is down how is everyone doing

[mastercherry]

Reading the raunchiest, dirtiest, smuttiest, smut on the planet in public, me: 😐

Reading a single, small, tiny, miniscule, itty-bitty hint of fluff in public, me: ☺️🥰😆😝🤩🫡🥰🥹🥺😭😱🤓💖🙈🙉🙊💥💯🤌👌🙌🫶🤲☠️🤡😆😆😆🤩🤩😘😍🥰

[such-a-radical]

i love when u find a really good fic and then go to the author's account and it's like. works:

the fandom you just read (1)

cats the musical (136)

[moonchild311]

"you've already left kudos here. :)" ok and I'll leave some more. You got a problem? Because in my opinion, this work is so good and the author totally deserves it