#Fan Fction

[liveinfantacy]

BE QUIET (SMUT)

pairing: Jungkook x reader.

➳ genre: smut

➳ contents & warnings: smut warning, fingering, dirty talk, pleasuring, cursing word, fuckboy!jk. cumming on fingers.

y/n and Jungkook both are inside of private jet going to trip with other members.

y/n held Jungkook and caress it, unknowingly his heart started to beat fast. She smile at him, his eyes fell on her lips and he started to decrease the distance between them, y/n closed her eyes and wait for him to put his lips on her and he did. they started kissing each other slowly and passionately. after a few moments, Jungkook's hand started to caressy/n thighs since she wear a short skirt, he attack her neck and started to put his hand inside her skirt but she stopped his hand and make him look at her, they both are panting heavily while looking in each other eyes.

"Everyone is here," Y/n said while looking at everyone, they were busy chatting and some of them are sleeping. Jungkook smirked and get away from her but again returned with a blanket "Why blanket" y/n ask in confusion "It's cold, I want to feel warm" he said with a smirk and put the blanket over both of them. he went near her lips and again started to kiss her which she gladly returned. the light was off so no one can see them clearly what are they doing.

 Jungkook again put his hand inside her skirt and started to go toward her womanhood, she gasped in his mouth "Shh don't make noise, if you don't wanna get caught by everyone " he whisper in her ear and again shut her mouth while putting his lips on her. he started to caress her folds slowly with his finger "mhhhh" she moaned in a kiss, he pushes aside her underwear and started to rub clit making her hold onto his shoulder tightly, he smirk in between kisses , he leaves her lips and went toward her neck and started to kiss her there.

 he inserted his one finger inside her making her go crazy, her head fell back in pleasure while she covered her mouth with one hand to not make noise. he added more two fingers and started to finger her with speed. " you like it, baby " he ask whispering in her ear "You like daddy's fingers inside your cute little pussy " he said while increasing the speed, making her near her climax "fuck your walls are clenching my fingers tightly, are you gonna cum on daddy's finger, don't you " he whisper and again started to suck on her neck, her toes curls and eyes rolled back as she finally cum his fingers. he pulls out his fingers and looks at and looks back at her "You did mess sweetheart" he said making her look at him and then at his finger which is covered with her cum. She blushes hard and looks down. he chuckled at her and get tissues on the side and clean his fingers and also her vaginal area. 

" aren't you going to return the favors, " Jungkook said to y/n but y/n look at him confusedly "how," she ask making him smirk, he look down at his crotch which have a big trend now. y/n gasped while looking at it "It's painful you know" Jungkook said with pleading eyes "So what do you want me to do" she asked innocently making him chuckle but at the same time feel turned on more by her innocent behavior "Make daddy cum, with your pretty mouth" he whispers last part in her ear making her eyes widen. and just like that, their journey went on.

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[ciaomarie]

Moving the fan fction I posted on Tumblr in April over to AO3. I'm switching things around and editing a little bit :)

[percervall]

11, 14, 17 and 20 pls ✨

Thanks babe! 🥰

11. Something you want to do again next year?

Go on holiday 😅 I didn’t travel very far, but I loved it

14. Favourite book you’ve read this year?

There were so many good ones I can’t choose one 🙈

I know this is cheating but I’ll break it up into genres/categories and give my fave for each one (this'll be a long post, favourite books under the read more)

Just as a head's up, I've read 51 books so far this year, which is insane so picking just one is impossible

Non-fction: Jordan Henderson: My Autobiography Romance: From Bad to Cursed by Lana Harper (so good, 5🌟) Contemporary: Crazy Stupid Bromance by Lyssa Kay Adams (am a big fan of the whole Bromance Book Club series) LGBTQIA+: The Charm Offensive (my first time reading about an ace character and it was so nice to see myself represented in a book that way) Mystery: Finlay Donnovan Is Killing It (this was so funny, highly recommend. Part 2 is great as well) Historical: The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid Crime: The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman YA: If This Gets Out by Sophie Gonzales & Cale Dietrich (if you're into boybands/boyband AUs, this is for you) Thriller: Killing Floor (Jack Reacher #1) by Lee Child (watched the adaptation first, then read the book. Both are equally good, but enjoyed the series more) Literary: Neruda on the Park by Cleyvis Natera

17. Post a picture from the end of the year

Since it’s 23/12 it’s not quite the end of the year but it’s this

which is what I got for my birthday from my parents and sister

20. What’s something you learned this year?

Sign language! Or, some sign language. But I am quite impressed by how quick I've managed to pick it up. I'm nowhere near fluent and I don't think I'll ever be, but I can somewhat get by in front of a classroom

[pollylynn]

Title: Hybrid Vigor WC: 800

“Are you saying you think that this is real?” — Kevin Ryan. Close Encounters of the Murderous Kind (3 x 09)

If she’s said it once, she’s said it a million times: She is not Nikki Heat But there are days when she is fairly certain that she is somehow living in the confines of a work of fiction, courtesy of Richard Castle’s erratic brain. The day they find Marie Subbarao’s body is definitely one of them. 

She has a baffled ME and a vic who does, indeed, look like an overstuffed sausage—an image caption by the Author himself that’s so apt, she may never eat again. Events unfold in almost game-like fashion, and that’s his influence, too, no doubt. The case keeps almost, but not quite, pulling in the direction of little green men, and there’s a whole lot of back-and-forth smirking going on. 

Marie is an astrophysicist with a SETI grant to her name—smirk point Castle. But she mostly analyzes data for NASA and, oh yeah, her office is around the corner from something that simulates the vacuum of space—two smirk points to Beckett. It goes on and on like that. It’s ridiculous. 

There’s a certified UFO kook-cum-con artist with motive, and there’s nothing she doesn’t love about that, right up until the moment he spills a story about their level-headed, kook-averse vic having some kind of break with reality in the days before her death. And oh, by the way, there’s a shadowy, furniture-stealing government conspiracy, too, because the word excess is not in the vocabulary of Richard Castle, who is clearly writing her life right now. 

There are not one, but two, off-the-wall murder weapons within shouting distance of their body drop, except neither one is the murder weapon. There is a mystery trip taken by their vic to another facility with the kind of telescope the would give her eyes to go with the ears of her own. There is an honest-to-God bright light in the night sky. Her car, her phone, her watch come to a standstill, and she is about to take stern measures indeed to rein in her own personal Walter Mitty. 

But before she can, they are abducted. She pictures him lobbing zingers at some agent made of granite who is trying to get information out of him. She tries to imagine him as he would imagine himself, cool and collected, sarcastic and annoying. She tries to imagine herself as he would imagine her, and her head throbs with the twisted logic of that, and whatever the hell these clowns knocked her out with. Her head throbs at the intimidation light, because what secret agency shakedown would be complete without a cliché bad guy intimidation light?

She wants to tell him to call cut or whatever it is writers do when their story has spun this far out of control. She wants to tell him that no one is going to buy anything about the story going on inside his head if he doesn’t stop slathering genre on top of genre. But she can’t tell him that, because they’ve taken him somewhere. They’ve separated the two of them and her attention is awkwardly divided between fruitless attempts to extract information about her case from Central Casting Bad Guy Number Three and worrying about him. 

The divided attention situation solves itself. The last thing she remembers before blackness rises up to meet her is a ludicrous, pistol-grip auto syringe that looks like it was recently picked up from a  prop table on the set of The Third Man. She groans as she registers the fact that the definite noir touches here mean they’re into genre number three, at least, and he really should see a doctor for his mash-up problem. 

She remembers that thought. She’s holding on to it as the blackness begins to lift. She sense his presence well before she’s anything close to with it. She smells him. She feels the curious warmth of a steady, solid shoulder beneath her cheek and she has the overwhelming desire to take a luxurious, full-body stretch—the kind that curls her toes and tickles her spine in a most pleasant way. 

She’d like to give in to the urge—stretch from head to toe, then nestle closer into the pleasant warmth next to her—but even in her pleasantly weary, fuzzy-headed state, there’s an alarm bell sounding. There’s trouble brewing. 

She lifts her cheek with a barely suppressed groan of protest and finds her eyes locked on his. She breathes him in and feels the startled hitch of his ribs as he returns the favor. Her pulse speeds up and her insides flip. 

Romance, she thinks, inside the confines of a work of fiction, courtesy of Richard Castle’s erratic brain. It’s one genre too many. 

A/N: If you don’t label the thing, there’s no shelf for the thing. This has no shelf space and is not a thing.

images via homeofthenutty

[emmammg]

CHAPTER 4

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Rhett & Link Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rhett McLaughlin/Link Neal, Rhett McLaughlin & Link Neal, Rhett McLaughlin/Original Male Character(s), Link Neal/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Rhett McLaughlin, Link Neal, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Falling In Love, rhink, randl, Love, First Meetings, Angst, Feelings, Alternative Sexuality Summary:

In an alternate universe where Rhett and Link didn't meet as kids, Rhett is working in a supermarket, and a handsome man in thick glasses and a suit is his favourite customer. Link is working as a data analyst, the highlight of his day is his conversations with the cute guy working the checkout at the supermarket on the corner.

[tarynisbunhead]

I wrote this either in 2002 or 2004.  Yes, I have other fics that are bad, but not THIS bad

[whouffaldilibrary]

This is a re-posting (i.e. cleaned up of SpAG) on ff.net of  a quick one shot I’ve got in my back catalogue on AO3 exploring what happens, or might happen, during those times when the Doctor and Clara find themselves having to run and hide.  

[leianaberrie]

Hi，I'm a very new Bonkai fan. I think as a reader the only thing I can do is letting the writers know how awesome they are and how much I appreciate their works. So I just drop by to tell you I really love your fiction I'll Wed You In the Golden Summertime. I have to admit that I was expecting BonKai's interaction from the start while Kai didn't appear until chapter 7. But once the moment come，all the waiting and anticipation are worthwhile. After all the struggle and torment Bonnie get through the past fews days，she finally met her Mr Right. You made it convincing that Bonkai would be the endgame of all the couples mentioned in this fction，Bambon，Kennet，Bonemy and Bonkai，even that is their first encounter. Nice work!

This was so kind of you! Thank you!

[dovabunny]

Fandom: Dragon Age 2

Relationship: Anders/Fenris

Rating: Teen Audiences and Up

Tags: Fairy-tale Au, Fenders, Anders, Fenris, Leto, Canon Thedas, one-shot

A Fenders Friday story for No Angst August. First week's theme: The First Kiss. Check out @fendersassoc  for more Fenders!

[fireflyfish]

excuse me?? '#If You Thought Broken Was Sad Watch This' ?? exPLaIn??? Broken is already like, top three contender for Saddest Fic Ive Ever Read In My Life !!!

Hello my friend! I have... goodish news about my tags on this post. BTW y’all should go look at that ADORABLE and awkward picture of poor Rex who is just trying to get through the day without having to straight up lie to High General Kenobi okay? Thank you good bye. 

For reference... my tags I feel this is like the height of arrogance but also necessary to explain myself. 

# Meanwhile Obi-Wan is just like  #No  #Seriously Rex I need to talk to him  #How long has he been talking to Padme. I have some Concerns about this mission  #Cody has told me about this Clone Force 99 and I think this might be a traumatic inciting incident for some Lily Conrad fan fction  #and I want her to finish The Garden and Solstice before she starts her new Rex/Echo fic  #If You Thought Broken Was Sad Watch This

The good news is that Lily has not managed to come up with a fic that is as sad as Broken. 

The bad news is that THIS KIND OF STUFF IS RIGHT UP HER ALLEY AND I CAN ONLY DISTRACT HER FOR SO LONG AND THERE IS A NEW CLONE WAR EPISODE EVERY FRIDAY TO REMIND HER AND FILONI IS OUT THERE CACKLING UNDER DARTH FELTUS WHILE HE’S FILMING THE MANDALORIAN SEASON TWO. 

That’s the explanation behind my tags and also, this ask made me laugh good and hard after a long and exhausting week dealing with COVID 19, which sounds like the name for an evil AI in some generic Halo/Portal hybrid knock off. 

Thanks for swinging by and I hope you have a relaxing weekend my friend! 

[fictionfrend]

SHERLOCK HOLMES AND MORIATY: A GAME OF CHESS OF TWO HALFS CHAPTER TWO: THE FAST CHASE MARCHES ON

“Fool!” growled Hyde, as he loomed over Sherlock Holmes. “Don't think you'll escape my clutches this time!” His faced twisted into a horrible leer. “But then, why rush this when I can have a little fun? First with you, sir” - and at that he did a little mocking jig on the tips of his feet, oh dear reader I can't describe to you how fast and strange he could be at his worst - “ and then with the esteemed doctor here”. His head tipped back this and he roared with laughter, his eyes rolling and swiveling in their sockets. He flicked his tongue out at me and pointed a long bony digit in my direction, drooling awhile. But was this a distraction? It's hard to say but so suddenly, terrifyingly quickly, he shot an arm out at my friend, to grab him. But Holmes hadn't for nothing been a student of many a world secret and fighting style: He flicked under Hyde's reach, skidding forward and kicked the back of Mr Edward Hyde's knee, sending him sprawling on the floor. “GRRAWWWLLLRRR!” raged our fo, thrashing around on the floor against the wall. But Holmes was already bouncing down the corridor towards our waiting coach, like a gazelle from the middle of Africa. “Come, Watson!” he shouted down behind him “Let's get out of here!” I had no choice but to grab the officer who had been with us and drag him along behind me, like a sack of potatoes. I made it to the coach barely in time to bundle us both on.

Sherlock Holmes and Doctor (Dr) Watson blazed through the streets of London, skidding round corners and jumping holes on their way, never once looking back. “How did he know where we were?” Watson asked, in a terrified fashion. “Simple” Holmes replied “he was tipped off by our 'friend' of many years”. “Your mean Moriaty?” “The very same man”. “Good Lord!” “Yes”. They were approaching the central police station, where the fog lay thickest that night, so that they could barely see 30cm away in front of them. Young and old had to jump out the way of their ride, as the flung themselves ever on, ever on forward, forward to their base, the two detectives and their unconscious ally. Time could not wait for this case, and neither could our heros follow the usual rules of the road. They had a further tip to follow in this most dastardly of cases, and time was of the essence. Finally they screeched to a stop outside the central station, with sparks coming off the hooves of the horses that were pulling them along so fast. They jumped out and then he led the way through the doors merely waving away the first officer who challenged him. He followed quickly through the door, on their way to Lestarde's office and unit headquarters, at the heart of the office. 

They strode past cases and cupboards, each packed with evidence and clues towards cases solved and ongoing crimes: The bandages torn from a man's face, currently at large; Photographs of a huge seafaring craft as it sunk beneath the waves off the coast of Kent with the contents of a locked box; vials of strange blood recovered in both south eastern Europe and London; a sled found abandoned in Antarctica; the dry powder left behind from an elephant gun; a piece of metal, of completely unknown (unearthly?) chemical origin; a knife; the a bottle containing orange hairs, supposedly taken from a decent sized primate loose in France; a newspaper with the headline date apparently dated 1973, found on a street corner in Whitechapel, and no explicable reason. Each in their own way a loose thread, one that the world's greatest detective would at some point knit together into a blanket, part of his great scheme to rid the world of its crime. The door was kicked open and the detectives boldly strode through. “Where have you been?” demanded the chief police.“ “Following your cold end job” said Holmes.” “And clearing up a bit of trouble along the way”, I added. “Hmph”, Holmes added, absent mindedly, while studying a chess board. This was the game, the game of a lifetime. He'd been playing it for years against our old foe, and was gearing up for his move.

“Never mind that” said the police”, there's been another letter arrived. I think it's from him.” I was startled. How could he know? “How do you know?” I asked in a surprised voice. He turned the envelope over, with a wry and bitter smile. It had an M written carefully and deliberately on the other side. “Goodness!” Watson cried. Holmes turned sharply at me. “Never mind your nerves, keep it together man! We're going to need all of our wits to fix this one. Hand me that letter” He picked it up, tore it open with an expert flick of the wrist, and walked over to the mantlepiece. Once he'd settled his elbow against it and lit is famous pipe, he began to read. At first he spoke in his solemn, dignified voice. But as he became more absorbed in the letter, his manner seemed to change. It was almost as if he took on the cadence of his foe, the trill, superior, chatter that belonged to the crown prince of crime himself. Let me now share with you what we all heard that night:

“So, I see you've come unscathed from your little 'run in' with our mutual friend. Ha Ha, I bet he gave you quite the runaround, quite the thrill chase. Never mind that, we must get down to business, you and I. Our game, for one. Do send me your move, for I hunger to make my next attack. But also this business we have with your case. Head to the waterfront. Methinks there you will find the next stage in my finely crafted scheme. It's far too late to stop me. But I want you to witness what comes next. Yours, with pleasure, M.”

“Oh no!” I wailed to myself, “whatever next?” Obviously they have to go to the waterfront next, to follow the line of enquiry into stopping Moriaty's plan. But how? With what? When can they do this? What comes next? More details to come with the next chapter in our great story.

[wallpaper-base-blog]

Rick and Fivey: A 'Rick and Morty' Fan Fction

http://thefifthdoctorfivey.deviantart.com/art/Rick-and-Fivey-A-Rick-and-Morty-Fan-Fction-660595937?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[castiel-g-winchester]

Dean spent hours looking for Cass. then dean shout "where the hell are you Cass I need your help" Dean waited for a response. a dark gruff voice then said "yes Dean, you needed me" dean looks at cass and says "and, where were you" "I saw a cat and..." "Cass your telling me you chased a cat and why did you?" "it looked like a demon as far as I could tell" Dean looked at Cass for several seconds under Deans breath he said "son of a-" Dean kicked a rock down a long dark ally way. Wondered to him self now cat demons "look cass I am gonna call Sam." Cass looked at Dean and said "grab my shoulder" Dean puts his hand on Cass and all the sudden they were in a motel and Sam was sitting at his computer working on a case Dean sits down with a cold beer in his hand poped it open and took a nice long drink. "so"started Dean"you, got anything yet on the killings Sammy"? "yeah um, so we are dealing with a demon because at the crime scene we found surfer" "so what do we do then make a devil's trap and summon the baster and kill it?" check out my fan fiction

[biqueuerious]

We Will Rule Ch. 7

Genre: Crossover, Star Trek AU/ Marvel’s Thor

Rating: Teen; for language

Main Characters: Khan, Loki

Plot: The wormhole created by the destruction of the Bifrost lands Loki on Earth, but not in the same time. He wakes next to Khan, both of them having been in cryogenic freeze. Their escape leads to a inevitable partnership...or does it?

Please please please feedback me. If someone would like to proof before I post please message me.

GUYS PLEASE GIVE ME REVIEWS. I NEED TO KNOW IF I’M WRITING WELL. 

Using Khan’s transporter device, they appeared in the heart of  S.H.I.E.L.D.’s base.

“Hey!”

“Freeze!”

The pair turned and Loki charged the passing agents, letting the bullets bounce off of him harmlessly. With a quick elbow blow to the head of one and a punch to the other, the agents fell unconscious. Khan was quick to grab the first and Loki held the other, before letting them silently fall to the ground. With Loki’s sorcery, he turned their appearances into the likeness of the agents, and hid the real ones in a nearby closet.

“They shouldn’t wake for a while now,” Loki said, closing the door. “Now, where to?”

“It’s hidden, of course,” Khan spoke slowly, adjusting to his new voice. He looked around and thought for a bit.

[“Agent Coulson, come in Agent Coulson; do you copy?”] a voice buzzed from Loki’s waist. He plucked the handheld from his side and looked at it with question. Khan snatched the radio from him and held down the reply button, raising it to Loki’s mouth for him to speak.

“Yes I copy,” Loki said hesitantly.

[“Coulson! Where are you? You were supposed to be in here an hour ago. The Tesseract is having fluctuations in activity, we’d like your opinion.”]

“R-right. On my way!” Khan lowered the radio and handed it back to Loki.

“You figure out where it is, and get there quickly. I’ll find the power supply and shut it down. You’ll have about five minutes before their back up power kicks in. That should be enough time. We meet five miles outside of this base, where I showed you, got it?”

Loki nodded. “How do you expect me to find them?”

“Figure it out,” with that, Khan took off down the hall and down a flight of stairs. With a little bit of knowledge about building layout, he should find the power supply in no time.

The trickster, on the other hand, was severely under prepared to find the cube on his own. But then he remembered the energy of the Tesseract; if he could focus on it he should be able to narrow its location. Closing his eyes, Loki breathed in deeply and let his mind focus. He could feel it, the glow of the power.

Down the hall to the right. Loki followed his lead for about a minute until he came to a large set of doors. Now what? There was no visible way to get in, at least not for a human. And a godly grand entrance would be a bit much right now. He fiddled around on his person, locating the S.H.I.E.L.D. i.d. for Agent Coulson. There. Pressing it to the pad on the wall made the metal doors slide open with a hiss.

There it was, the powerful cube. Its blue glow softly illuminated the room, which was filled with equipment. Many monitors showed data of the cube’s activity. From the moment Loki entered the room, the Tesseract spiked.

“Whoa there!” A dark-skinned man clad in black clothing was standing behind one of the monitors.

“It must like you,” a voice came from behind Loki, who was still standing in awe by the doors. He spun around. “Agent Coulson…” The man extended a hand and Loki took it, shaking it firmly. The sneaky character looked to be an archer, Loki noted, observing the quiver full of arrows on his back. “Director Fury is, well, fury-ous, that you’ve taken so long,” he joked with a straight face.

Loki sighed. “Right,” with caution, Loki approached the Tesseract, not knowing what to do until Khan cut the power. “Hello, Director Fury,” Loki extended his guised-figure’s hand.

“Agent Coulson!” Director Fury looked at him with his eye, “You, sir, are late.” He took his hand regardless.

“Apologies, it won’t happen again.”

“It better not, I’ve got my eye on you,” he said with a chuckle. Loki gave a weak smile in response. Is every human this dry?

“What can I do for you?”

“Well,” Fury turned back to the monitor, “it started two weeks ago; it just had an odd spike in energy. Then a few days ago, it started acting up again. Not often, just every once in a while.”

“Did it now?” Loki asked, trying to stall. “Any ideas why?”

“We think it has to do with that Asgardian that fell through to our world, the one Starfleet froze and sent off without  letting us know. It’s a long shot, but we’re working on getting them to let us near the bastard. To just, you know, ask him a few questions,” The director eyed guised Loki. “Speaking of questions, Coulson, are you alright? You don’t look too good…”

Loki let a faint smile play on his lips, even though he could hear the nearly silent pull of a bow-string behind him. These mortals were no fools after all, but nor was he. He wasn’t about to blow his cover, not until…

There! The lights went out.

“Hey!” Fury heard Loki move with god-like reflexes towards the Tesseract.

“I’ve got him sir,” the archer switched on the night vision in his glasses and aimed for Loki, who converted back to his original form. An arrow whizzed through the air, but the god teleported out of the way, and reappeared next to the Tesseract. Fury and the agent stood still, fearing that with just the slightest touch from the god, the Tesseract would surge. It was already pulsating with energy, reacting to Loki’s presence.

“Farewell fellow Midgardians,” Loki carefully handled the cube out of its resting place and vanished, teleporting to the meet-point.

*

When he arrived at the snowy hill, Khan was already there, sitting on an ice covered rock. Loki looked at him cautiously, slowly revealing the Tesseract to him.

“Is that it?” Khan breathed, standing abruptly at the sight. He moved swiftly towards Loki, brushing his gloved finger across the cube’s edge. Its power surged within his hand for a minute. But oh how good it felt! This is what he needed all along. He knew: Thisis what will bring him glory.

“Yes…it is wonderful isn’t it? You have no idea the benefits this has for us,” Loki grinned.

“No…,” Khan said shortly, “But perhaps someday I’ll let you know how it goes for me,” The super being took hold of the Tesseract firmly, not minding its slight burn through his gloves. With a powerful kick, he sent the trickster down the snowy hill. Loki gained his composure half way down, but when he looked up, Khan was already disappearing in the familiar swirl of golden lights. With a scowl, he lunged towards Khan in a desperate last attempt. Instead, he landed in the empty snow.

Loki breathed angrily. He was fooled. The trickster god himself, fooled by a mere mortal!

“…You filthy humans…oh how I shall make you pay…” 

[starcatcherbetty]

I need a boyfriend who will read me Harry Potter fan fiction while I build puppets.