#I'm going to write a fic about this I really am

[captain-huggy-bear]

“how fucking dare you- i am married.” with clayton pls!

also, can i have this emoji 🍸? thanks! congratulations on 1k lottie, big accomplishment and loads to be proud of!!!!

Loyal king who doesn't even look at another woman when he's with you. Of course you can! Thank you <3

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Clayton's not entirely sure why he even agreed to this, he's 5 beers in, definitely a little drunk and he has practice in the morning, but somehow Kess, Cools and Doaner (young and terrible influences) had convinced him to go out drinking.

Clay isn't really concerned with anyone else around him; he's barely noticed the group of young women who keep glancing their way and giggling. Not his scene, not his style, not when he misses you and how normally at this time he'd be in bed, your hands running through his hair, maybe tugging on his chain as he makes out with you for one last time before you both decide to go to sleep like you're 90 years old.

"Oh, she's a dime." It's Kess that says it, sounding like some sort of 1950s greaser wannabe as he looks towards a blonde at the end of the bar. She's twirling her hair around her finger and looking at them, Clay barely glances at her before turning back to his phone to check if you've messaged him since you said goodnight. Not yet...and he sighs heavily, a drunken sort of neediness to see you coming over him. God he misses you.

"A dime? Who even calls a girl that anymore?" Cools and Doaner team up on the larger guy, taking the piss out of him.

"Are you from the 50s?" Clay groans as the three go at each other because he can't handle this right now, he misses you and they're arguing over stupid ass terminology like a bunch of five years. His fault for going out with a bunch of single guys. Besides, if anyone is a dime it's you. You're a dime...the dimey-est dime to ever exist actually.

"So you think I'm wrong? She's not hot?" At this point it's obvious that they're talking about her, Clay can already see her considering whether to sidle up and he hopes she doesn't. Her eyes are flitting between all of them like they're all an option...he is not.

"She's hot, sure, right, Kells?" It's Cools attempt to include him that has him offended, taken aback as he aggressively gestures with his beer, it sloshing nearly over the rim of his glass.

“How fucking dare you- I am married." It's obvious that Cools and Doaner don't understand. They're young. Unmarried. Single. They can't comprehend how offensive it is to ask Clay, a married man, whether another woman was hot or not.

"So you've turned blind?"

"Why the fuck would I look at any other woman when this" Clay picks up his phone, lighting up the screen as he shows off his lock screen, a picture of you smiling as you hold the scraggly cat you'd forced him to let you adopt, "is my wife?"

"But, you can still find other women attractive...you're not dead."

"Listen to me carefully," He throws an arm around Logan, breathing too close to his face in a way that has Cools' scrunching up his nose at the beer breath, "when you fall in love....when you fall in love no one else is attractive anymore. I don't even comprehend other women. I just want my wife." God, when was the last time he found another woman attractive? He actually can't remember, he's been obsessed with you since day one, uninterested in anyone else.

He's getting messy, sloppy, a little soppy and his eyes tear up and Cooley pats him awkwardly on the arm like he's worried Clayton might start crying.

"A...are you okay, man?"

"I just...i'm really missing her, look," He unlocks his phone clumsily, finding his gallery and going throw each photo of you and him, "Isn't she pretty?" God, you're so pretty to Clay. If he were a cartoon Kess is pretty sure Clay's eyes would be heart shaped. He's a little envious honestly.

"Are you going to hit me if I say yes? or if I say no?"

"No! Yes! W-" Clay really is confused, his head is fuzzy, he feels a little sick and all he wants is to see you. God, don't you look so pretty in this photo? Oh, and this one too.

"Okay, cap...let's take that away," Kess reaches over and plucks the beer from Clay's hands, "you wanna see your wife, buddy?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, let's get you home then, c'mon," Kess sighs like he's dealing with a toddler rather than his fully grow captain, still, he helps Clay from his seat at the bar and the three of them make their way to the door. The entire time Doaner and Cools complain about the fact they could have scored a few numbers if Clay wasn't so whiny about his wife.

All Clay can think is that he's so excited to see his wife again.

You are less excited when a very heavy, very drunk Clay flops on top of you during your sleep moaning about how hot you are and how you're such a 'dime'.

[hyckstarz]

hi ! can I request mean dom!mark lee with crybaby!reader ?? thankyou so so much <3

i had to take a breather every five seconds of writing this... this request unlocked something in me

fxck your ex! | l.mk

pairing. mean dom!mark lee x afab crybaby!reader

word count. 2.4k

genre. smut

synopsis. mark was sick of it. sick of hearing her go on and on about her boyfriend whose cheating was a sign their short relationship was being thrown to the dogs. he couldn't count the number of times she'd show up at his door in the late hours of the night, crying about a man he could give a damn about. Fuck being a best friend, and fuck your boyfriend as I make his ass your ex.

warnings. 18+ minors do not interact, dubcon! oral (m. and f. receiving), use of pet name/praise (baby, good girl, sweetheart, princess), degrading language (whore, slut), choking, rough handling, mention of anal play/licking, cheating, best friends. At this rate, everything is here 💀

A/N: this is probably the smuttiest fic I've written so far, but God was this fun to write. Mean Mark >>>>

Mark hated it. Hated how she went on and on about that fucking asshole. His sunken eye bags weighed heavy under his eyes as he bore holes into the flower pot, her sobs extra loud in his ears from the grogginess of being pulled out of his comfortable slumber. He then glanced at his phone. 3 AM. She came over to his place at ass o'clock in the morning to rant about her boyfriend, Jaehyun, again. His fingers and toes combined weren't enough to count the number of times she'd done this in the past three months.

"I do so much for him and he still goes out to meet that bitch!" She cries into her hands, "Now he's at that party doing God knows what with her."

Mark rubs his temples in frustration. He really tries. Really tries to be a good best friend for her, always lending an ear and shoulder, maybe he'd even consider chopping off those limbs to give to her in hopes of finally getting a good nights rest. But how much did he need to give away when she still goes crawling back to a cheater who couldn't give a damn.

He squints at her, trying to focus his blurry vision at her trembling form. His jaw hardens. Just a few months ago, he'd be a worried, nervous wreck at seeing her cry. Though now, he felt nothing but annoyance, tonguing the inside of his cheek as he mocked her stupidity in his head. But God was it hard to separate whether the frustration was at her dumping her problems on him, or at how sexually frustrated she made him. He couldn't help but sneak a glance at the tantalising strip of her thighs in those shorts, even as his jaw was clenched tight.

"I really love him... I love him so much, why can't he see that?" She choked out another sob, tears staining her skin.

Mark had reached a boiling point. It's like something that held his sanity and kindness snapped. Any ounce of respect he had for her had shattered, replaced by an all-consuming jealous rage.

His hand grabs at her wrist, tearing the palm that covered her face away, "What did you say?" His voice was quiet yet stern, husky from the lack of sleep.

She sniffled, meeting his hard gaze which made her breath catch in her throat, "I... love him."

Her soft eyes did nothing to calm the fire that raged in his chest. How could a sweet girl like her fall in love with that cheating, fucking asshole in a span of three months? Especially when Mark had always been there for her, through thick and thin, even now when she pulled him out of his sleep, selfishly, to talk about her own problems. He felt pathetic. In a way, he was just as pathetic as she was.

Mark sucks in a sharp breath, his fingers tightening on her arm which causes her to wince as he leaves red prints along her smooth skin, "M-Mark, you're hurting me-"

"Shut the fuck up," he snapped, yanking her towards him, "I'm tired of your fucking bullshit. If he's such an asshole, break up with him!"

Y/N stumbles over her words, lips opening and closing like a clueless fish at Mark's uncharacteristic outburst, "I- I can't."

Mark scoffs, pushing her back onto the couch as he clamoured on top of her, gripping at her plush thighs that seemed to mold to his touch as she scrambled in surprise, "Why can't you? Does he blackmail you? Did he save your life and you feel like you owe him? What bullshit excuse will you give me this fucking time?"

She's breathing heavily, her tears now dried on her skin as she keeps her eyes on him, "Mark... what are you doing?"

He couldn't play nice when she looked so pretty like this. Mascara running down her pink cheeks, lashes wet and eyes soft as her glossy lips puckered in confusion.

Mark chuckles in disbelief, shaking his head, "Why don't we give that son of a bitch a taste of his own medicine? Maybe then you'd shut those pretty little lips up about another man I could give less of a shit about."

She gasps, pushing at his chest, "W-what? You're crazy!"

Mark laughs, gently threading his fingers through her long hair, "We're both crazy, baby. At least I have a thing called pride."

Y/N swallows thickly, peering up at him like a deer caught in headlights. Mark's fingers brush under the hem of her shorts, his nose nudging the crook of her neck, "Maybe I could fuck a little thing like pride into you... give you another thing to cry about."

In a second, he pins her wrists above her head, trapping her hips between his knees as he pulls back to meet her nervous gaze. She bites her lip, contemplating. She can't believe she's actually considering what her best friend was offering. She thinks back to her earlier argument with Jaehyun and, fuck, would it feel good to get back at him for once.

Even just thinking about her boyfriend has a fresh set of tears glazing over her eyes, "I-"

Mark's voice cuts through hers, "Don't expect me to play nice though, I've been a carpet you've walked all over long enough," he smirks cockily at her hesitation, leaning in to whisper hoarsely in her ear, "Think about it, baby... Think about your precious boyfriend pounding into that slutty chick of his. I mean... he clearly isn't fucking you right now. Couldn't blame him when you whine like a little bitch."

Y/N sobs harder, burying her damp cheeks into the crook of his neck, "O-okay! Just stop... stop talking about him."

Mark grips at her cheeks, forcing her mouth open as he looks down at her with mockery, "Don't wanna face reality, princess? Fine."

His lips meet hers, molding against her soft, tear-stained ones that remained parted from his tight grasp. Her muffled sounds died in his mouth, his tongue swiping at the seam of her lips as it swirled with hers. He could taste the saltiness of her tears mixed with the vanilla flavoured gloss. When he pulled back, she was breathless, eyes blown wide. He loved the way her swollen, slick lips looked - a pretty pink that matched her flushed cheeks.

"You're an asshole," she pouted, her voice a broken whine despite the way she unashamedly rubbed her thighs together.

"Seems like you have a thing for assholes, baby. Admit it, you want to be ruined like a little slut. Who knew the crybaby was so filthy?" Mark pressed his knee between her legs. It was rough and it mixed pleasure with pain that had her gasping.

Y/N let out a choked moan, head nestling back into the cushions as he dragged his knee up and down her clothed clit. She hated that she was enjoying this. She was no better than Jaehyun. Sure, she had thoughts about her attractive best friend before, but he was never really her type. Until now.

"I don't have a thing for assholes," she sent him a glare despite lying through her teeth, "And I'm not a slut."

Mark stares at her for a moment before he lets out an amused laugh, "You're cute, but you're also dead wrong, baby."

He tugs his sweats down, pulling out his throbbing dick as he swirls his tip over her lips, coating them with his precum to wear like lip gloss. She let's out a muffled whimper, eyes pleading. He only scoffs in response, "I'll show you how slutty you really are, and you'll take it like a good girl, won't you?"

Her pussy clenches around nothing at that and Mark wastes no time in lifting her head up from the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair. His other hand grabs her cheeks, forcing her mouth open as he stuffs his dick past her lips, stretching her out. She sobs again, fingers digging into his hips as she let's him manhandle her, rutting his dick into her mouth like a fleshlight.

Y/N's moans, whimpers and sobs get lost on his dick. But what really gets her off is how vocal Mark is. His groans and breathy gasps urges her to take more of him, gagging as his tip occasionally hits the back of her throat. Her eyes flick up to see him staring back at her through half-lidded eyes, fucking her into the couch. She'd never given head like this before - sprawled out underneath with her head in his hands to relinquish all control to him.

"Should take a photo of you like this," Mark's thumb tugs her chin up, "send it to that shit-faced ex of yours... let him see what he missed out on."

Mark pulls back and she whines at the loss of her mouth being filled up, "He's not my ex."

He snorts in response, "He will be once I'm done with you."

She swallows thickly, suddenly feeling nervous. Mark had always been the sweet, gentle and respectful best friend. Predictable and safe. But this was a side she never knew existed, especially as he was private about his sex life.

Mark flips her over, letting her chest press against the armrest of the couch. But her words cut through his thoughts, "I'm not breaking up with him, ever."

At that, Mark let's out a bitter laugh, and smacks her ass, hard. The sound is sharp and leaves a tingling sensation behind that causes her to wince, "You will."

At her no, he smacks her again, rubbing the sting with his kneading hands, "You're pathetic."

Without wasting anymore time, he'd tugs her shorts down. His fingers rub along her slit and, with his teeth, he bites at the waistband of her underwear, letting it pull down to her thighs. For years, he had been fantasising about his best friend, even beating himself up about it from the shame. But seeing her bare before him, has him swallowing hard, his Adam's apple bobbing at the sight. His imagination could never do her justice, she was gorgeous.

Mark leans in, dragging his tongue over her asshole, circling and teasing the puckered flesh. He spits on it, watching it glisten obscenely, tilting his head as he kisses and nips at the soft flesh of her ass. She'd never felt so embarrassed, writhing under him. But the only thought that came to mind was how Jaehyun would never.

Mark's fingers probe at the entrance of her pussy, coating the slender digits with her slick before pushing inside; scissoring and curling his fingers inside of her. He groaned at how the tight, wet heat gripped him like a vice, pulsing around his fingers. His other hand tugged her hair back, leaning in to kiss her, licking into her mouth that has her moaning.

Mark nips at her bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and make her wince. He licks at it, cooling the burn before he tugs her hair back harder, peppering sloppy kisses from her jaw down to her collarbone.

She rocks her hips back against his fingers, and Mark can't help but to smirk against her neck, "Desperate already?"

Maybe Mark was right, she didn't have pride and she was as slutty as they came. She nods eagerly, "Please, need you..."

Mark bit on her earlobe, whispering, "Gotta do better than that, sweetheart." His fingers stilled in her, hand pressed to her lower back to keep her from moving.

"I need you, Mark. Please," she begged.

But that wasnt enough, not even close, "Need me to what?"

Her lip quivered, feeling herself losing every inch of her sanity, "Need you to fuck me."

Mark stroked himself, his restraint was slowly slipping too, but he couldnt give her what she wanted just yet, "only if you promise to leave that son of a bitch," he spoke through gritted teeth.

Y/N bit on her bottom lip, pondering, "I will. I'll break up with him. So, please."

Mark scoffs. It didn't take long for her to give in, but he was grateful. Not wanting to waste another second, he pushes into her, hard and fast, not giving her time to adjust. She gasps out loud, clutching onto the armrest with desperation, "fuck! M-Mark-"

He ruts into her, blocking out her cries, "Like I said, you'll take what I give you like the good girl you are. Or do you prefer to be called a whore now that you're sleeping around?"

She whimpers, tears slipping down her cheeks, "Both... I wanna be called both."

Marks hands grab at her hips tightly, pulling her against him, "Knew you were nothing but a whore. Bet you were hoping for this... you were trying to piss me off by showing up at my place every night, huh?"

She shakes her head, clenching around him, "No! No, I wasn't."

His hand slithers under her, rubbing rough and quick circles on her clit, causing her to writhe beneath him, "You wanted me to fuck the outline of your body into my couch. Wanted someone who'd fuck you better than that asshole."

He pulls the length of his cock out of her before slamming back in. Her toes curl and she feels her body growing weaker, her release approaching. Her thoughts were cloudy, drool and tears staining her skin. Each thrust of his hips had her let out choked moans.

"No one is better for you than I am. Not Jaehyun, not even your own fingers. Just me. Only me," he growls, and she swears it was the sexiest sound that ever came out of any man.

"Y-yeah... only you... only you, Mark," she cried, arching her back against him.

"You're mine. All mine. Say it... say it for me, princess," his voice is suddenly soft and breathy. The gentleness returning, as if he really meant it.

Y/N nods, gasping, "I'm yours," she shuddered, her release washing over her as Mark never slowed his pace. She could feel him twitching as he helped her through her release, his own following as he pulled out and came all over her back.

She whined, "Wanted you to cum in me."

Mark chuckled, panting as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her lithe body into his chest, kissing down her neck and shoulder, "Next time, pretty. I'll save that for when you block that bastards number and make you mine for real."

(I promise my next post will be a Haechan fic)

© hyckstarz

[woozinhos]

Hello dear, hope you're doing well!

Can you write a smut for Woozi where the reader is needy for sex but she doesn't know how to ask for it bc she's shy?

Next time just ask||Woozi x Reader

Notes: I’m doing great thank you hope you enjoy the fic!!

You've been thinking about Woozi all day, your mind constantly drifting to thoughts of him. You're feeling needy and frustrated, but you're too shy to ask him for what you want. As you lay in bed that night, you toss and turn, unable to get comfortable. Your body is on fire, and you know that the only thing that will satisfy your craving is Woozi.

You try to push the thoughts away, telling yourself that you're being ridiculous. But the more you try to ignore it, the more intense the feeling becomes. Finally, you can't take it anymore. You decide to text Woozi, hoping that he'll come over and take care of you. You type out a message, your fingers shaking as you hit send:

"Can you come over? I need you."

Woozi responds almost immediately: "Be there in 10."

You wait anxiously for Woozi to arrive, your heart pounding in your chest. You're nervous about how he'll react, and whether or not he'll be able to tell how desperate you are.

Finally, you hear a knock on the door. You take a deep breath and get up to answer it, trying to calm your racing thoughts. When you open the door, Woozi is standing there, looking at you with a mixture of concern and desire. "Hey," he says softly, stepping inside. "You sounded like you needed me."

You nod, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as he walks in. You close the door behind him and lead him to your bedroom. Once inside, you sit down on the bed, fidgeting with your hands. You're not sure how to start, or what to say. Woozi sits down next to you, sensing your nervousness.

"What's going on?" he asks gently, taking your hand in his. "You seem really on edge." You take a deep breath, trying to find the words to express what you're feeling. "I'm...I'm really needy," you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't stop thinking about you, and I just...I need you to touch me." Woozi's eyes darken with desire as he hears your words. He pulls you closer, his hands roaming over your body.

"You don't have to be shy about it," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want you just as much as you want me." You melt into his touch, your body responding to his every move. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a deep kiss.

Woozi responds eagerly, his tongue exploring your mouth as he pushes you back onto the bed. He hovers over you, his body pressed against yours, and you can feel how hard he is already. You moan into the kiss, your hips bucking up against his. You're so turned on, you can barely think straight.

Woozi breaks the kiss and starts to trail kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. "You're so needy," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I love it." Woozi's hands slide under your shirt, pulling it up over your head. He tosses it aside and takes a moment to admire your body, his eyes roaming over every inch of your skin.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the curves of your breasts. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you." You arch into his touch, your breath hitching in your throat. "Please, Woozi," you beg, your voice trembling with need. "I need you to touch me more." Woozi grins, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you. "Don't worry, baby," he says, his hands moving lower to unbutton your pants. "I'm going to take care of you."

Woozi quickly strips off his clothes, revealing his toned body to you. You can't help but stare, taking in the sight of him standing naked before you. He notices your gaze and smirks, enjoying the way you're looking at him. "Like what you see?" he teases, climbing back onto the bed and hovering over you once again.

"I need you so bad," Woozi repeats, his voice rough with desire. "I've been thinking about this all day. About how tight you are, how wet you get for me." You moan at his words, your body already slick with anticipation. "Please, Woozi," you beg again, desperate for him to take you. "I need you inside me." Woozi wastes no time in positioning himself between your legs, his hard cock pressing against your entrance. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust.

"You're so ready for me," he groans, running the tip of his cock up and down your slit. "I can feel how wet you are." You nod, your hips bucking up in a silent plea for him to fill you. "Please, just fuck me," you whimper, unable to take the teasing any longer.

Woozi grins, clearly enjoying how desperate you are. "As you wish," he says, and with one swift thrust, he buries himself deep inside you. You cry out as he fills you completely, your body adjusting to his size. Woozi lets out a low groan, his eyes rolling back in his head.

"You feel so good," he gasps, slowly pulling out before slamming back into you again. "So tight and wet." He sets a rough pace, pounding into you with abandon. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with your moans and his grunts of pleasure.

"I can't get enough of you," Woozi growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts harder. "You're mine, all mine." You're lost in the pleasure, your mind blank except for thoughts of Woozi and the way he's making you feel. You cling to him, your nails digging into his back as you meet each of his thrusts.

"I'm close," you gasp out, feeling the familiar heat building in your core. "I'm gonna cum." Woozi's pace becomes more erratic, his own orgasm approaching. "Cum for me, baby," he urges, his voice strained. "Let me feel you come apart around my cock." You do as he says, your body trembling as you reach your peak. You cry out his name, your walls clenching tightly around him as you come.

Woozi follows soon after, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he spills inside you with a loud groan. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. Woozi peppers your shoulder with kisses, his lips trailing up to your neck. "Next time," he says, his voice still a little breathless, "just ask me to take you. No need to beg."

[messrsrarchives]

okay big talk time. in light of the UK Supreme Court ruling, i'm seeing a lot of posts about fandom spaces. i woke up to see a tiktok that says "if you write fanfic, there's blood on your hands too",,, so let's talk about it.

because there is no refuting that fandom spaces keep JKR relevant. there is no refuting that by producing any kind of media based on this franchise, we are engaging with her and we are keeping her universe relevant. we cannot deny that.

we often see people turn around and say "jkr would hateee what we write!" and that's true. that's so very true, but it isn't enough. your headcanons and your stories and your art Are Not Enough. particularly over on tiktok: if you post HP content over on that platform, you are promoting JKR. my existence in this space as a trans man is NOT an act of protest. everything else i do is, so what do we do about that?

we NEED to be talking about these things. about jkr, about her money, about her actions, about the bigotry in the source material, and if you are not in a position where you can have those conversations, then you need to be listening. because engagement with jkr is infact life of death.

and we carry that guilt. we do, of course we do. if you are somebody who hasn't yet been able to let go of this series like me, then we carry that guilt. even more so if you are a member of any of the communities that jkr has harmed - the guilt is heavy.

but,,, let me make one thing clear: this is not your guilt.

if you are not profiting her. directly, then you are carrying guilt that is not yours to carry. that guilt is hers to bear, and the lives we are about to lose are on her conscious. we have been forced, time and time again, to carry the weight of her bigotry.

but,,, we're carrying it. and i think there's a certain amount of guilt that makes us better. i think there's a certain amount of guilt that makes us more conscious human beings, and that makes us more receptive to these discussions.

you can use that guilt, you really can. you can talk. you can listen. you can educate. you can step away if the guilt gets too much. you can use that guilt for something good.

do NOT push it away. whilst it isn't ours to carry, we are not in a position where we can throw that guilt away and wash our hands of it - we are here, we are engaging, we have to accept that. if we simply pretend as though we are not, then all we do is cause harm.

because fandom spaces can do a lot of good, especially for those that jkr has harmed. fandom spaces can do so much good, but only if we are conscious of the ways in which we are engaging, and we are willing to sit and have these difficult conversations.

if i were not in the position i am in now, i would leave. i would leave this fandom space and at this point? i am in fact urging those of you are able to, to go. for your own sakes and the sakes of everyone around you.

but as someone who has been having conversations about JKR for ages? i am in no position to step back. i'm in no position to turn away and give up. not when there are so many people who benefit from these discussions and who benefit from safe spaces.

and the reason it's a safe space? it's because I Talk. because i Have These Discussions. and no matter how much i do, i am still promoting her when i go on to post a headcanon or update my fics. i am still promoting her when i engage in this space.

and there's still guilt.

don't chuck that guilt aside, let it fuel you in making safe spaces safe again.

there is absolutely no refuting that by being in this space we are causing harm. so if you are not in a position to leave this space, here's some things you can do to make it easier for everyone both in and out of it:

Listen. if you are not in a position to talk about JKR, then actively listen. actively listen, understand, process, and adapt.

Merchandise: stop posting your merch, secondhand or not. you know that you get comments asking "where did you get this!?", stop posting it. makes that small adjustment for wider good

Keep educated: on the bigotry in the books so that you aren't perpetuating it, on jkr's actions, on politics. keep educated as much as you can to make sure that you are not unwillingly causing harm in what you are doing

Block: block those who are going to the studios, who are posting merch, who are talking about the reboot, who are doing ANYTHING to support her. if you see a video? comment on it. the continued relevance of people in this space who have supported a bigot is Immense. do not allow for complacency - bigotry is bigotry no matter how many views it gets you.

and above all, hold that guilt. hold it. feel it. utilise it.

and if you are in a position where you can leave this space? then i encourage you to do so. i encourage you to Move On, and find new ventures. i encourage you to do that if you can. and if you can't, then i'll still be here to guide you through it all and keep having these difficult talks.

[kislnd]

handsy - chrismd~

synopsis: chris loses all sense of self restraint when he's drunk around y/n. notes: hey... i have returned after a very long while... with the chris fic based on this request from a while ago 🫶 getting back into the flow of writing so apologies if this isn't the best!! warnings: suggestive, alcohol word count: ~1.3k

masterlist

the pub was a haven of warmth amidst the cool autumn night, its windows fogged from the breath of numerous conversations and a slight aroma of alcohol and some sort of fried food clinging to the atmosphere.

y/n could tell chris was already a few drinks in and gradually becoming more and more competitive as he challenged each of his friends to a game of darts. "you still think you can beat me?" he teased to a more sober arthur who just rolled his eyes playfully, his voice louder than usual due to the alcohol loosening his tongue. "don't get too bigheaded, it'll be even more embarrassing when you lose." arthur grinned, standing to his feet to take chris on. y/n couldn't help but crack a smile at arthur's remarks - usually it was chris who would say things of the sort, especially when he was under the influence.

y/n watched intently as arthur went first, despite the fact he also had a couple of drinks he was still quite good - good enough that she wasn't sure if chris could actually beat him. "that might actually be a hard score to beat chris," she grinned at him from where she was sitting. "hey!" chris turned around abruptly to face her, a slight smile on his face, "you're supposed to be my number one supporter!"

"i am, i'm just realistic." y/n shrugged, "for some reason arthur is weirdly good at certain things." at this, arthur piped up, "that didn't feel like a compliment," he smiled, but remained fixed in his position, hyperfocusing on the dartboard to finish up his final few throws as best as he could.

"chris, you're up," arthur pulled his final dart out of the board, satisfied with his score. "i'll wait a second, let you feel good about your performance for a moment before i thrash you." y/n still wasn't convinced chris would be able to pull it off but she stayed quiet, anything could happen, especially if he was this dead set on winning.

the first couple of throws hadn't been too bad but in comparison to arthur's up to that point, they were slightly lower scoring. "you're going to have to really pull it out of the bag here mate," another one of the guys who was invested in the game commented. "don't worry, i know what i'm doing." chris nodded to him, y/n couldn't help but laugh - she wasn't quite sure when he turned into the grand master of darts but this mentality wasn't currently translating into skill. admittedly, she was hoping chris would win, moreso because after everything he had said, it would be a blow to his ego if he lost and painfully embarrassing.

as if by some miracle, chris' final throw was the saving grace of the entire game. arthur's mouth fell open in shock, he had been leading for most of the game and rightly so, had been expecting to come out on top. "i like to lure them into a false sense of security." chris grinned widely at arthur, who still hadn't fully processed how he had managed to bring it back to the point of victory. "yeah, i've no idea how you did that but fair play, well done." arthur shrugged, taking another sip of his beer.

chris finished gathering up the darts, went to order another pint and returned with his drink, situating himself next to y/n. "i never doubted you for a second." she giggled, shuffling a little closer to him. he smiled, resting his hand on her thigh, "whatever you say."

as the night drew on and the drinks continued to flow, y/n noticed chris' hand inching further and further up her thigh, pushing her skirt dangerously high. he was rubbing small circles on her inner thigh absent-mindedly, engulfed in the conversation at the table. every now and again, he would glance at her with clouded eyes that, despite being tired and obviously drunk, were still filled with love, maybe even something more.

y/n mentally confirmed he was in a certain mood as he inched closer to her, dragging her towards him so their sides were pressed together - one arm around her, resting gently on her lower back while the other continued to rub her thigh slowly, almost painfully. if they hadn't been in public, she was certain something more would have happened by now. chris was getting more bold, sliding his hand even further up her leg, earning a gasp from her. "chris!" she hissed, not wanting to draw attention to them, "really?"

despite being a little more than just slightly drunk, chris knew what he was doing, and y/n knew that for a fact. "what?" he smiled a dopey half smile at her, "can't i touch my beautiful girlfriend?" y/n rolled her eyes playfully, she still couldn't believe how cute he was capable of being - especially given the fact that he was generally quite mean when under the influence. she had to admit she couldn't get enough of the way it made her feel extra special, and honestly it did give her a good laugh. the way he would be super loving towards her and in the same breath call some poor victim, usually arthur, a rude name was just comical. "why don't we get this treatment?" arthur prodded chris in the side with a cheeky smile on his face. "last time i checked you weren't my girlfriend?" he snapped back lazily, head flopping onto y/n's shoulder, hand still firmly planted on her leg. "wouldn't want to be either, you're crushing the poor girl!" another one of the guys, one y/n honestly didn't recognise in the moment, added.

at this, another couple of people at the table darted their eyes towards her, noticing the way chris was near enough wrapped around her completely, bar his lower half. she felt the heat rising to her cheeks, she was never the type to do pda, but equally she wasn't entirely opposed to it - just as long as it wasn't something too crazy. "you lot as well?" chris sighed, exasperated at the attention from seemingly everyone other than y/n, "i'd like to enjoy my girlfriend in peace please," he shut his eyes slowly, clearly getting towards the tired stage of being drunk. "we can tell," arthur continued, noting chris' hand placement. y/n assumed that this was his way of getting back at chris - playfully of course - while he wasn't energised enough to argue. "i'll let you have that one, i won the darts," chris didn't bother to open his eyes to reply, he used what energy he had remaining to pull himself closer to y/n, "and i have a sexy girlfriend, so who really won?"

the table erupted into laughter - y/n couldn't tell if this was genuine shock or amusement or a blend of the two. the way chris could be so straightforward when he was drunk and come out with some of the most unexpected things was remarkable, he became almost the polar opposite of his sober self. "right, i think we'd better get home," y/n spoke lowly to chris, who hadn't moved from her seemingly very comfortable shoulder. it was getting late and everyone was visibly tired and / or intoxicated so she figured it was a good idea to slip out of the pub before the masses left.

chris only hummed in agreement, eyes still firmly shut, the few thoughts that were circling his mind were all y/n.

[rekino2114]

I am going to need a fic of makima's sisters separately babysitting nayuta with their boyfriends

The horsemen girls babysitting nayuta with you

A/n:can I just say how much of a great time I'm having writing this au? It's just so cute and wholesome and fluffy every time I write something for it it just makes me smile thanks so much to everyone who requested something for it and please continue doing so I absolutely adore it

Also you get the fic early today cause I need to do some stuff later

Yoru + asa mitaka

Asa was just chilling on her bed, scrolling through social media and giggling at all the cute cat videos she saw in her feed, she was just about to send you one of those videos when she heard her doorbell ring

"Oh? Coming"

She was a bit confused since she didn't invite anyone but maybe it was you coming to pay her a visit so she put on her shoes and opened the door

On the other side of the door, there was a beautiful red-haired woman with ringed yellow eyes that asa instantly recognized from every time she was on the news

"Hel-"

Panicked, asa gasped and closed the door in the woman's face

"YORU!"

"Huh? What did I do now?"

"Why the hell is the head of public safety at my door?"

"And how the hell should I know? Why do you assume it's because of me?"

"Did she find out about you? DOES SHE WANT TO KILL ME BECAUSE OF THAT!?"

"She's my sister why would she want to kill me? Also she already knows"

"......she does?"

"She knows a lot of stuff, she's kinda creepy if you ask me"

"Then why is she here?"

"You're not gonna find out if you keep the door closed"

".........."

Asa widened her eyes and immediately went to open the door, glad to see that the woman was still there

"I-i'm so sorry miss, I really didn't mean to, I was just surprised and.......please don't kill me"

Makima looked surprised for a bit before laughing

"Am I really that scary? Why would I kill you?"

"S-sorry I didn't mean to assume"

"It's fine, anyway if I stay here for too long we'll lose our flight, here's nayuta"

Asa could now see that the woman was holding the hand of a small child, a little black haired girl who had the exact same eyes as the girl holding her hand

Makima let go of nayuta's hand and tried to nudge her in the direction of asa's house but the little girl refused and stood where she was

"Come on sweetie, we already told you it will be just for a week"

"But I don't wanna stay with this boring girl!"

Asa smiled awkwardly at the child calling her boring even though they had never met before

"I'm sure you'll have fun"

"Why can't I go with you and daddy!?"

"Because it will be a lot of boring adult meetings, you really don't wanna go"

"But-"

"Let's make a deal, if you stay here and behave we'll get you all the ice cream you want for next week, anytime you want it we'll get it"

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's a promise, no a contract, but only if you behave"

"Alright! alright! I'll be the best behaved girl on the planet, I want ice cream!"

After that, nayuta ran into asa's house enthusiastically while the girl sighed at how fast she changed opinion before realizing something

"W-wait why is she in my house?"

"What do you mean? That's where she's gonna be staying for today"

".......what?"

"You already agreed to babysitting, I mean I guess yoru did but she told you that right?"

In that moment asa wanted to curse yoru but she contained herself to not make a scene...and also because there was a child behind her and frankly she was terrified at what makima was going to do to her if she swore in front of her daughter

"No......she didn't.....in fact"

"Oh, I'm sorry, well me and my husband have to go to America for a week for some really important devil hunters meetings and we wanted to leave nayuta with someone we trusted. We managed to convince aki to take her for the end of the week since she really likes denji for some reason but we still need someone to look after her for the first three days and we thought her aunts would be good'

"I see"

"OK that's it, her bedtime is at 8:00 but if she wants to stay up more let her, just make sure she's in bed by 8:15"

"W-wait I still need to babysit?"

"You don't expect us to find someone else on such short time right? It won't be hard I'm sure she'll behave, plus it will be for only a day, then you have to give her to fami"

"Fami? You mean that transfer student girl who's always crying?"

"Yes, she is also nayuta's aunt and I already told her about this. I really should be going now, see you later and make sure to look over her"

Makima started walking away from the house before remembering something and turning around to face asa

"Oh and remember to give her lots of hugs, she loves that"

"O-ok"

After makima had gone to her car asa sighed, closed the door and turned to look at the child who was now running around her house

"......so you've got a kid to take care of now better-"

"Shut up! Don't think I forgot you're the reason why I'm in this mess to begin with. Why did you sign us up to babysit? we have no children, much less any experience with them"

"Actually i-"

"And weird devil tank things don't count"

".............."

"I'm gonna call y/n. Hopefully, he knows what to do"

"You're actually-"

"I told you to shut up, now you're making me embarrass myself in front of him"

[Timeskip]

As soon as you entered asa's apartment you saw the little girl there, gasped and went over to hug her

"Awwww! She's so cute! So you're technically her aunt?"

"Yoru is but I guess, I have no idea how that works family wise"

"What's your name little girl?"

"Nayuta"

"That's a great name"

"I'm sorry for pulling you into this"

"It's totally fine, I get to take care of a cute kid with you? What's not to love"

"Hehe, I'm glad at least you're optimistic"

"Come on, we're gonna be great"

"If you say so, anyway do you have any idea what to do?"

"I looked up some stuff, and it shouldn't be hard. We need to feed her, bathe her, and play with her, among other things"

"OK"

"I wanted to see nayuta before I went out to buy some stuff we need so you stay with her for a while ok? I'm going to the supermarket"

"H-huh? Are you sure?"

"Yep, just talk to her for a while ok? Yoru should help you too since it's her niece"

"Huh? Really?"

"She just complained didn't she?"

"Yeah"

"Well, I'm sure if she doesn't want to lose kisses privileges, she'll help you"

"Hey that's not fair"

"What's not fair is you agreeing to babysit without asking me"

".....fine, how hard could it be?"

"Now that you said that I'm ten times more worried"

"OK so I'll go and leave you to her ok bye"

"Bye"

Asa saw you exit the house and sighed again before looking at nayuta, who now was kicking her legs on the couch

"So I really have to keep you company?"

The half devil nodded frantically

".......Alright I guess"

She sat on the couch and looked at nayuta. She immediately regretted this as there was an uncomfortable silence that seemed infinite between the 2

'What was I thinking? I can barely hold a conversation with someone my age much less a kid!'

"Heh, so you do recognize that"

"Hey!"

"Who are you talking to?"

"O-oh it's your actual aunt, she....lives in my head.....it's very weird"

"Oh ok"

".................."

".................."

"..................."

".................."

"S-so do you........have any pets?"

"Oh oh, yeah I have 7 dogs"

".....s-seven? How do you handle that?"

"What do you mean? Dogs are the best!"

"Cats are way better"

".......what!?"

"I-i said that out loud?"

"No, no dogs are better!"

".....I mean you have to take them to walks and go out with them, if you leave a cat alone it will be fine, dogs are way too high maintenance"

"NO! NO! I SAID DOGS ARE BETTER!"

Now nayuta was fully screaming and throwing a tantrum

'She's not even making any points she's just repeating the same things and saying she's right'

"Obviously she's a kid, have you ever argued with one?"

"Why do you think I would have?"

After way too much spent trying to calm nayuta down without any succes asa fully gave up

"Yoru, it's your turn"

"Huh?"

Suddenly asa fell unconscious before waking up and revealing her ringed eyes and scarred face

"This is the only time I'm mad she decided to give control to me"

"*gasp* what happened? Did a cat scratch you?"

"No it was actually-"

"I knew it! Dogs are better! Dogs can never scratch you"

"............I'm done arguing with a child, it's your turn now"

"Sure how hard can it be? Hey kid I'm yoru, your actual and way cooler aunt"

"Hi auntie yoru"

"So you like guns? I can make you one if you want, any other weapons to-"

Before she could finish her sentence yoru fell unconscious again and awakened to her eyes and face becoming normal

"YOU ARE NOT GIVING HER A WEAPON!"

"Huh? Why? I thought it was fun"

"Cause if you do her parents will kill us"

After thinking about how scary her sister and her husband were yoru decided to give up on the idea

"......ok I see your point"

"Finally"

"When is y/n coming back? He's been outside way too long"

As if on cue when yoru said that the door opened and you came out of it

"Hi, I'm back"

"Y-y/n, thank God you're back"

"Why what happened?"

"I made nayuta mad and yoru tried to give her a gun"

"......oh......"

"Yeah, we're not great with kids"

"I'm sure you just need some help, hey yuta you like this?"

You pulled out of the bag a teddy bear that the young girl immediately went to hug

"I love it!"

"That's great, you can keep it if you want"

"Really?"

"Yeah of course"

"You're the best uncle y/n"

Nayuta hugged you and your heart melted at that so you picked her up and hugged her back while your girlfriends watched in awe

".......he's so good with her"

"....I know he'll make a great dad for my children"

"Yeah........WAIT WHAT?"

Fami

"OK I checked and the house and it should be fully child proof"

"Wasn't it already?"

"Y-yeah but I just wanted to make sure, I also cleaned everything j-just in case"

You smiled and started petting fami's head causing her to smile

"You're taking this really seriously"

"I-i just want to be a good sister and aunt"

"You already are, and an even more amazing girlfriend"

"T-thank you y-you're an amazing boyfriend too"

After a bit you heard a knock on your door

"O-oh that must be her"

Fami went over to the door and opened it to see that standing outside there were yoru holding nayuta's hand

"Alright it's your turn now"

The war devil roughly pushed nayuta into fami who managed to grab her in time

"H-hey don't do that, s-she could have gotten hurt"

"Huh? Who cares? She's a brat anyway"

"A-and don't say stuff like that either, w-what if she's sad now?"

"Serves her right, she was so hard to please"

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING!"

"You shut up too"

Yoru started walking away and you closed the door as fami picked up nayuta

"A-alright little one, i-i'm going to be with you for today, I'm famine b-but you can call me fami, y-you're not hurt are you?"

Fami examined nayuta and sighed in relief when she saw there were no injuries before putting her on the couch

It was funny seeing the devil who was once dead set on "saving" all of humanity worrying so much over a child's safety but you smiled at all of that, proud of how much she had grown

"You're ugly"

"...h-huh?"

"Your hair is weird"

"....w-wha-"

"And your nose is runny"

".....e-eh!?"

"And your eyes are all watery! You're so ugly!"

When you saw fami starting to cry over what nayuta said you approached her and hugged her trying to comfort her

"*sniffles* s-she called me u-ugly *sniffles*"

"She didn't mean it, you know you're beautiful"

"No It's the truth she's ugly!"

You turned around and glared at the child

"And you're ugly too! You're like an uglier version of daddy!"

You fully turned towards nayuta and got closer to her

"Nayuta, apologize to fami"

"No!"

"I don't care if you think I'm ugly but fami is your aunt and you need to be nice to her"

"No! No! I don't wanna!"

"Do you want me to tell your mom and dad that you're not being nice?"

Nayuta gasped and immediately remembered the conversation she had with her mom before she was dropped off

"N-no i won't get ice cream then! Please don't tell mommy and daddy!"

"Then apologize to your aunt"

Nayuta looked down for a while before getting off the couch and going over to fami who was now crouched, crying in the corner

"*sniffles a-a kid called me ugly *sniffles*"

Fami was surprised when she looked down and saw nayuta hugging her

"I'm sorry auntie fami, I didn't mean it"

The famine devil wiped her tears and smiled slightly before hugging nayuta back

"I-it's fine, i-i just overreacted"

"You're not ugly, you're.....pretty good"

"Hehe, i-i'm glad, you're also p-pretty good"

The two fist bumped each other, and nayuta started running towards you too

"I'm sorry uncle y/n, you're pretty good too"

You patted her head and hugged her too

"It's fine nayuta, just don't be mean again ok? We just want what's best for you"

"OK, I'll be good from now on, I'll be the best!"

"I'm really glad, fami bought you a lot of stuff so why don't check it out?"

"Really? Thank you so much auntie"

"I-it's nothing, i-i'm happy you're excited about it"

Your niece ran to the box of toys and other children stuff that Your girlfriend bought and started playing with them happily while you got closer to fami

"Who knew a child could be so ruthless?"

"Y-yeah, m-maybe yoru wasn't exaggerating too much"

"Well just so you know you're way more than pretty good to me, and you're definitely not ugly"

"Y-yeah you too, you're wonderful and really handsome"

"I'm glad you think so"

You and fami shared a quick kiss that unfortunately nayuta saw

"Yeeew! It's yucky, stop kissing"

You two sighed before going over and starting to play with her

Death

"Y/n, what do children eat?"

Now it was death's turn to take care of her niece, after fami dropped her off saying she apparently had a great time death immediately started checking the fridge to see if there was anything she could eat

"Don't say it like they're a species, every child likes something different"

Death turned away from the fridge and looked at nayuta who was currently watching cartoons on the couch

"Then what does she like to eat?"

"I think makima said she really likes ice cream and sliced bread"

"Oh"

"And no you can't give her ice cream for breakfast she doesn't have your crazy devil metabolism"

"Isn't she a devil?"

"She's a half devil, I don't think it works the same"

"I see, hey mini control-"

"Nayuta!"

"Hm?"

"My name is nayuta!"

".......mini control"

"Nayuta! Nayuta!"

Death narrowed her eyes but sighed and gave up

".........nayuta, what do you want to eat?"

"Bread, I want sliced bread"

"..........you want plain, white, sliced bread?'

"Yeah!"

"..........no"

"What do you mean no?"

"I want my niece to eat well, plain bread isn't going to satisfy her"

"....b-but she asked for it"

"Nayuta, what do you want on the bread?"

"Bread!"

".......you want bread on top of bread?"

"Yes, double bread!"

"So.......a sandwich?"

"What do you want on the sandwich?"

Nayuta stayed silent for a moment clearly deep in thought, to help her death started looking in the fridge and taking out jars

"We have a lot of jam if you want, strawberry, raspberry, blueberry, orange-"

"I WANT ALL OF THEM!"

Both you and death turned towards nayuta, who looked as enthusiastic as ever

".....you want a sandwich with every single jam we have?"

".......I might like her even more than I thought"

"Wait is that not a bit......excessive?"

You sighed and looked over to see that death had already taken every jam jar out of the fridge and had already started making a sandwich

"Alright, let's hope she doesn't have high blood sugar"

After death finished making the sandwich you noticed she had made two more, one with also every jam and another one with only one type of jam

The devil got up and grabbed the sandwich with only one jam and handed it to you

"Here, it's for you"

"Huh?"

"You didn't think I'd let you not have breakfast with us right? It's with your favorite"

You looked inside the sandwich and saw it was indeed made with your favorite jam

"Oh.....thanks"

"Don't mention it, it's the least I could do"

Death quickly kissed your cheek before grabbing the two sandwiches and going over to the couch where nayuta was sitting

"This is for you"

The girl gasped and grabbed the sandwich while giggling

"Thank you"

"Just enjoy it, and ask if you want seconds"

"N-no please don't give her seconds, I don't want her getting sick because of us"

"......You're right, her health is our priority"

"I'm glad you understand"

Fami sat next to nayuta and left a spot on her right for you, which you gladly took. You all started eating and watching the show nayuta was seeing before

Meanwhile, death was surprisingly talkative with her niece. She was able to keep a conversation with her about the show and the sandwich and even the most random of stuff and never be bored or let the conversation get awkward; you were surprised at how good she was at talking with a child and smiled at the scene

"I didn't know you were so good with kids?"

"Hm? Am I?"

"Yeah, most parents can't keep a conversation like that with the children and you didn't even know half of the things she was saying"

"Thank you, I guess it's a side effect of being the eldest of four"

Suddenly death felt a weight hit her stomach, she looked down to see that nayuta had fallen asleep on her

"........oh?"

She looked at her for a while before taking of her black hat and putting it on her. She started at her niece a bit more and turned to you, her voice being slightly lower than usual

"She looks really cute"

"Right? Especially with your hat on"

".....I wonder if I can ask control to babysit more"

"You really like nayuta don't you? I love her too, if you ever babysit her again call me I want to help too"

Death looked at you and smiled slightly

"Definitely, I'm sure it will be great"

A small bonus cause I thought it was funny

Death ringed the doorbell of the apartment control gave her the address of with nayuta in hand.

After a while a man with black hair that he had down opened the door while drinking his coffee

"Ah"

"Are you aki hayakawa?"

"Yeah, I was waiting for her"

Death let nayuta's hand go who immediately started running in the house

"Hey Mr topknot, where's big bro?"

"*sighs* I knew power was a bad influence on you, denji is in the living room if you wanna see him"

"BIG BROOOOOO!!!"

She runs enthusiastically further in the house as aki took a sip of his coffee

"She already ate so you don't have to feed her"

"Ah I see, sorry could I get your number?"

"......I have a boyfriend"

"It's not for that, I already have miss makima's number but I want to have yours too so if something happens to nayuta I can call you"

"Ah that makes sense"

The two took out their phones and death told him his number, while aki inputted it he decided to strike a conversation with the mysterious woman in front of him

"I didn't know miss makima had a sister"

"She has three actually, I'm the oldest one"

"I see"

After he finished putting the number in death started walking away but aki stopped her to ask one last question

"Oh wait, what can I save you as in the phone?"

"Oh yeah.......I'm death"

She fully turned away and aki closed the door and drank his coffee before the realization of what the woman had said fully set in and caused him to spit it out

"WAIT DID SHE SAY SHE'S THE DEATH DEVIL!?

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Froggie Fic Recs

Today is my birthday, and if any of you want to share in the celebrations I have one request of you: please go read one of my favorite fics!! I want to use today as an opportunity to share some of the best OP fics I've had the privilege of reading and hopefully send some love the way of my favorite authors 🥰🥰 Please note this is by no means an exhaustive list, and you should absolutely check out everything else they all have written because it really is all wonderful.

Pain Management by @thus-spoke-lo (Law x Reader)

The fic that started my Law obsession. Absolutely amazing work, beautiful beyond words. When I first started reading it I absolutely could NOT put it down, I stayed up until 4am devouring every word.

Let Me Help by @thus-spoke-lo (Sanji x Reader)

I can't get enough of Sanji and voyuerism. Hot as hell, and I absolutely love Reader being as big of a pervert as Sanji is.

Exhibitionism by @fanaticsnail (Law x Reader)

Genuinely think this fic changed my brain chemistry. I'm not normally one for exhibitionism but holy SHIT did this fic make me reconsider.

Acid, Salt, Fat and Heat by @fanaticsnail (Kid x Reader x Killer)

Oohhh my god. One of the hottest fics I've ever read, and the one that I think made me really get Kid and Killer, if that makes sense.

1-800-LONELYCHEF by @shy-writer-999 (Sanji x Reader)

One of my favorite Sanji fics of all time (which is a very high bar)! Wonderfully hot and angsty with excellent payoff, and Sanji is perfectly characterized.

Sanji w/ Mutual Masturbation, Praise, + Pillow Humping by @shy-writer-999

I need him BIBLICALLY. All of Z's Kinktober is phenomenal, but this one in particular makes me lose my goddamn mind. I wish I had better words to describe it, but it literally leaves me speechless.

The Great Pretender by @pandora-writes-one-piece (Law x Reader)

The entire Meet Cute series is amazing, but Law's really holds a special place in my heart. I'm really fond of fake dating, and Pandora is absolutely amazing at writing the tension that comes with it. It also doesn't hurt that Doflamingo is being a hot villain in the background for a lot of it.

Rulebreaker by @pandora-writes-one-piece (Law x Reader)

Another fantastic Law story, and one I'm deeply fond of. We could all use a little (or a lot) of tough love from Law.

Passing Fascination by @quinloki / @punks-never-die205 (Kid x Reader)

First off: not for the faint of heart, I am not joking, please read the tags. But for those of you down for something fucked up: please please PLEASE read this. It's wonderfully tense and thrilling and hot in all of the right ways.

Birthday Request - Caught in the Act by @quinloki (Kaku x Reader)

Once again: mind the tags. I genuinely find myself thinking about this fic on the regular. It's the perfect storm of Things Froggie's Into, I'm SUCH a sucker for yandere.

I'll Fucking Digest You One Kiss At A Time by @strawberriemarswrites (Bartolomeo x Reader)

Another one where I beg of you, please check the tags first! I'm very much a yandere fan, and a very big fan of Bartolomeo, who I would argue is CRIMINALLY underrated. This fic is an absolute masterpiece exploring him, the line between obsession and love, and the consequences when that line gets crossed.

[mothhball]

Raymond Leon

Vodka

Melon

Tabasco sauce to Cranberry Juice (🧍‍♀️)

Cocktail onions (I think the only way he can die is ran out of time idk?)

thanks!!

Occupational Hazard

Raymond Leon x fem Reader

summary short fic + smut + angry sex to confessing feelings + ❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

warnings SMUT!!! semi-clothed sex, sex on top of a car lmao, handcuffed Reader, one (1) spank, Ray is worried and that pisses him off, unprotected PiV sex, cursing, light choking, a little bit of a condescending attitude towards Reader

notes i- i meant to write like 500 words, but this got out of HAND and I'm terribly sorry for taking so long. :( i'm still working through all the requests!!!! they WILL get done!!! also I haven't written smut in a hot minute, so 🫠

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“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you spat as soon as you were released from the interior of Raymond’s car which had been your metal prison for the past 45 minutes.

45 agonizingly slow minutes during which he didn’t say a single word to you. No explanations as to why he suddenly showed up to pick a fight and arrest you, no apology for slamming you onto the hood of his First Gen Dodge Challenger in front of the people you were supposed to blend in with. You never expected much from him to begin with, but this had been a new low.

You were supposed to be coworkers, for fuck’s sake.

Now, he had parked both of you in the middle of nowhere, almost making you think that he did it so you could finally curse at him at full volume.

“I’m gonna kill you, Leon, I swear –”

“You? Kill me? That's funny.”

His first sentence in almost an hour, and you were already fuming. Maybe you really were going to do it. Your grumbling was cut short when he got out of the car and stepped around to the back seat to pull you along with him. Back to the hood it was, this time face up so you could properly glare at him.

“You’re off the case,” he said, staring down at you with a storm raging behind his eyes. There was a tension in his shoulders, one that he usually lacked. Even in stressful situations, he usually had everything under strict control, including himself. But right now, his jaw was tight. You, on the other hand, were an open book compared to him.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you hissed. “I just gained their trust! A few more weeks and they’d tell me the location of the stolen time capsules!”

A scoff was your only reply, prompting you to aim a kick at Raymond’s shoulder. Which, to your surprise, he seemed to have been anticipating. His fingers closed around your ankle, hiking your leg up along with it while he planted his other hand on the hood of the car — effectively caging you in.

Suddenly, he was close. So close that you could catch a whiff of his delicious cologne, and he only leaned in further.

“You won’t be going back to those thieves,” he murmured, his breath brushing against your hairline which caused an exquisite shiver to run down the length of your spine. “You’re not tough enough to be undercover for this long.”

You bristled, tongue swiping over your teeth as you met his challenge head-on.

“Then take off the handcuffs and I’ll show you just how feisty I really am.”

Raymond’s brow twitched upwards and his grip tightened around your ankle. He almost took the bait. Almost let himself be drawn in and scorched whole by the fire in your eyes. But this was his game and you’d play by his rules. At least for now.

“I don’t think I will.”

His free hand wandered over to your waist, pulling you up a little higher to let you rest more comfortably on the car. Well, as comfortable as you could be with your hands linked together behind your back.

Looming over you, his touch trailed up your stomach and came to rest on your cheek, palm cupping your burning skin.

“In fact, I think this is for your own good,” he said, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip as his gaze met yours again. “Trust me, I’ve seen enough of your type. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed until they show up with a bullet between their pretty eyes.”

The proximity between your bodies felt electric, stealing the breath from your lungs as you tried to concentrate on his words and not the feeling of him nudging his hips against yours ever so slightly.

“You haven’t seen all of me yet,” you replied, and his eyes narrowed as his lips pulled up into a smile.

“Fair point.”

Raymond leaned back, flicking his fingers against the zipper of your jacket before he slowly pulled it down. Letting the garment fall open, he trailed his fingertips down your sternum, and even though there was a layer of fabric separating skin from skin, you could feel the sparks he left behind on your flesh. Sparks that traveled lower along with his hand until they settled in the pit of your body like burning coals.

As he grasped the hem of your shirt, he paused to look back up at your face, and you were confused for a moment before it clicked. He was asking for permission. You didn’t need to think much about it.

Parting your legs a little more, you silently allowed him to go further. And he did.

Raymond was on you in the next second, capturing your lips in a heated, feverish kiss that bordered on furious. Something deeper was bothering him, and he expressed it through his tongue and teeth, mapping out your mouth and luring sweet little sighs and moans from your throat. He kissed you like he only had minutes left on his clock, like he was trying to savor every second of your lush body beneath his own.

Pulling back only to yank up your shirt, Ray cursed under his breath at the sight of your pretty tits almost spilling out of the bra you wore. It was strange to see him lose his composure like that, especially since said piece was nothing to write home about. You opted for comfort and functionality during your time undercover, so a ratty sports bra had to do. The glint in his eyes and the way he white-knuckled the fabric as he pulled it up said enough about his level of enthusiasm, however.

As soon as your boobs were free, Raymond bent over you to lick and nip at your soft skin while his hands eagerly tugged off your sweatpants to finally get to your pussy. Groaning in approval at the wetness between your thighs, he trailed his fingers up your slit, slicking them up before he sank two of them into you.

Your moan trailed off into a squeak as he immediately set a quick pace, aiming to prep you as quickly as possible to grant both of you the relief you so desperately needed. You arched beneath him, cuffed hands curling into fists in search of something to hold on to while he worked his fingers in and out of your dripping core.

Fuck, you could hear how much you needed him, and he could too, visibly reveling in the effect he had on you. Raymond’s brows were furrowed, his pupils blown out as he stared down at you, watching every twitch in your expression with a keen laser focus to find all of your weak points.

And he was a fast learner.

A gasp hitched in your throat as his fingers scoped out that deliciously sweet spot that had your face twisting with pleasure.

“Right there?” he scoffed against your skin, pulling out of your pussy.

Your attempted protest was cut short when he pressed his wet fingers down on your tongue, making you taste yourself as he unzipped his pants to free his already leaking cock. How he could keep the tremble out of his voice while in this state was beyond you.

Feeling testy and impatient, you lightly bit down on his fingers, earning yourself a swift spank to your cunt. Your muffled moan vibrated against his fingers in your mouth, and he used his grip on your head to keep you still.

“Behave,” he groaned, already grinding his length against you to lube himself up. “Behave and look at me.”

The ache melted away with every inch of his cock that he shoved into your cunt, and the growl that slipped past his clenched teeth ran across your heated skin like silk. Slipping his fingers free from between your lips, Raymond wrapped his hand around your throat instead, feeling the thump of your pulse against his palm as your eyes met his again.

Once he bottomed out inside of you, the two of you shared a sigh of relief, and Raymond’s other hand settled on your hip to pull you closer against him. It was already hard to concentrate on your end. Not only was this man pretty and way too smug, his dick was perfect as well.

“Not so feisty now, are you?” His chuckle made you frown, and you grit your teeth, wrapping your leg around his hip to kick the back of his knee with the heel of your foot. Stumbling forward, he caught himself on top of you, his cock still buried inside of you.

“Fuck you,” you spat, delighted by the way his nostrils flared and his fingers twitched around your neck.

“Gladly.”

The first thrust knocked the air out of your lungs. Immediately, you could tell that you bit off way more than you could chew. Raymond’s pace was relentless, fueled by the needy moans and mindless babble he fucked out of you every time he slammed his cock back into your weeping cunt. His hips collided with yours again and again, sending the impact through your entire body as his fingers sank into the plush flesh of your hip.

His hand around your neck also didn’t relent, occasionally tightening its grip to reduce the flow of blood to your brain. You felt like you were floating, helplessly bouncing under him as he fucked into you.

“That’s it, huh? Look at you,” he growled low in his throat, tipping his head back as his eyes fell shut. “You’re helpless like this. Already fucked stupid and we barely even started—”

Even with heavy, half-lidded eyes, you could see the grimace that suddenly settled on his face, and his thrusts became even rougher. He was absolutely livid all of a sudden, and you were pretty sure it wasn’t your fault this time.

“Raymond— Wait, fuck— Ray!” you gasped, trying to get your braincells to cooperate with one another. A tearless sob shot out from between your lips as he picked up your legs to fold them towards your chest instead, and your mind blanked for a few delicious seconds as he hit even deeper.

“Helpless. A target. A bleeding-hearted rookie,” he continued, his frown deepening. “They’ll eat you alive and spit you back out once they’re done with you.”

His choking grip tightened, and you let out a breathless squeal as the tension in your core wound tighter and tighter and—

His hips suddenly stilled against yours as he released your throat, and you whined at the loss off the exquisite friction that almost dragged you over the edge just seconds ago. About to complain, you opened your mouth, only for the words to die on your tongue when you saw Raymond’s expression. Blown out pupils, messy hair, but his eyes were softer than anything you’ve ever seen from him. For the first time, the high and mighty Raymond Leon looked truly hapless.

“I want you off the streets. Immediately.”

His voice was breathy, labored from fucking you and the maelstrom of emotions clashing within him.

You could only blink up at him, confused and a little suspicious at his sudden switch. Raymond sighed, lowering himself to gently press his forehead against yours. As you both stayed quiet and started to catch your breath again, he traced gentle circles into your hip with his thumb. After a heavy moment of silence, he attempted to speak up.

“It’s too dangerous. What if you –“ He swallowed hard, cutting himself off and abandoning this first attempt.

“What if I..?” you softly urged, afraid that speaking too loudly might’ve shattered this fragile bubble of vulnerability that he was allowing himself to exist in.

“I can’t lose you.”

“Lose me?”

He sighed, turning his head away to stare off into the distance. Alright, keep your secrets, then.

But then, he forced himself to elaborate.

“You’re the only one who can keep up with me,” he admitted, still refusing to look at you. “You’re the only one who’s not just a badge or a file on my desk.”

Oh. Ohh. That certainly explained it.

“Ray,” you started, silently cursing the fact that your hands were still cuffed because you wanted to reach out to him, to touch him and pull him out of his worries. “You’re not going to lose me. I know what I’m doing.”

“You might. But the others don’t.”

He groaned and the muscles in his jaw tensed as he clenched his teeth.

“You might get into a shootout or a car crash because one of those criminals,” he huffed, his grip tightening on your hip once more. “Or the group you’re scoping out suddenly gets into trouble with another. There are too many risks and very few rewards. We’re only looking for a few missing years, after all.”

“Ray,” you said, but he was still ranting about it. “Hey, Raymond.”

Still nothing. Change of strategy.

Lifting your hips, you began to move against him, fucking yourself on his cock in an effort to coax him closer again. And it worked. Like a magnet, he was drawn to you, meeting your eyes once more and softening at the sight of you. With a sigh, he leaned over you, wrapping his arms around your body to hold you close and keep the pressure off your hands.

“Trust me,” you breathed against his lips. “Please, trust me, Ray.”

“I do,” he promised, stealing another kiss from you that lit your insides on fire. He was softer this time, less frantic and hurried as he held you with a reverence you’ve never seen from him before. This was him beneath the coat and badge. The Raymond beneath the Timekeeper title.

With his lips still moving against yours, his hips picked up in rhythm again, working together with you to get you back up to the edge you craved. His tongue licked against yours, exploring playfully until the lack of oxygen caused you to flutter and clench around him, and he pulled back to kiss and bite up your throat.

“There you go. Take what you need,” he murmured into your ear, pressing one of his hands between both your bodies to draw circles around your clit. The noise that you made in response had him gritting his teeth in an attempt to reign himself in.

“Ray,” you gasped, and he nodded in response, feeling it to. How beautifully you shuddered, how your thighs around his hips urged him to go faster, harder.

“Let go. I’ve got you.”

And those were the magic words. With another press of his thumb against your clit, you came undone for him, unraveling under the warm wave of a blissful climax. Raymond cursed and groaned under his breath, fucking you through your peak until he felt [] He pulled out of you, frantically thrusting into his fist until he spilled his cum between your thighs and over the sleek black paintjob of his vehicle. Oh, well.

Panting, he released your legs, to dig a set of keys out of the pocket of his coat, and he helped you to sit up so he could finally free you again. With a careless motion, he tossed the cuffs aside and pulled you close, kissing your hairline before he took your hands in his.

For a blissful moment, neither of you spoke. Even though he didn’t outright say anything about the fundamental shift in the dynamic between you, his actions and the look in his eyes were proof enough.

“I’ll get you a nice desk job at the agency,” he murmured, gently massaging your wrists to get the circulation back.

“Ray—" you groaned, definitely not excited at the thought of sitting around all day, but as you turned your head away, he gently nudged your chin to bring your gaze back to his face.

“And a nice raise.”

“… I’m listening.”

[lenawritess]

do you have any role models or inspirations? also i wanna start a blog too but i don't know how, any words of wisdom?

hey love!

i do have some writers on tumblr whose style and fics that i adore. i'm tagging them bc i genuinely love them so much, they're some of my favs. while i do have a lot, i think my top three would have to be @tonycries , @emphistic ,and @madamechrissy

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@tonycries very heavily influenced my blog(swear i'm not copying, i would never dare to copy from my majestic daddy) with how I formatted this blog. you should definitely check her blog out, everytime she posts i feel like jumping up and down and squealing from joy. tony's a very big factor in why i started this tumblr blog, but also because i have too many nsfw ideas that don't fit the side of me that i display on wattpad

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@madamechrissy is also wonderful, and her fics genuinely make me swoon. i love her gojo law proffessor x law student reader one the best, genuinely one of the best ones i'd ever read.

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@emphistic was also a big influence and their period pieces are wonderful. if i'm being completely honest, their fic about the sukuna pride and prejudice au was what made me start thinking about posting on tumblr. i was contemplating on what kind of header style i wanted, but seeing how i had too many bad experiences with almost downloading viruses, i decided to not do the popular nsfw headers, but go a bit more simplistic and elegant like this wonderful author does.

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kinda nervous to be posting this because these are three very big writers that i genuinely squeal when they update, and i don't want them thinking i'm some amazing writer. but i do try so there's that, yk?

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i am not copying these authors, or their unique and distinct styles. while i was influenced by daddy tony, it was more for a basic format at first(because i was lost asf), and i put my own touches in it. i don't know if i'll change my theme because i really like this whole pink aesthetic that i have going on but we shall see lol. if my blog ever seems familiar, it's because of these three writing inspirations, but i would never ever ever ever ever copy them.

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as for starting a blog, i say that you should go for it! i also just started this blog so if you do start one, let me know, i will be your biggest supporter

bye loves ♡

[teradrama]

anyways! watching gossip girl and thinking about chuck v datenessa, the three characters who are the moral compasses of this dumbfuck show, because. i still owe you a black eye and unless you're coming to claim it stay away from her and he stole your best friend, you steal his and "maybe this will teach you who your real friends are" - "yeah, it has" and how dan and nate and vanessa are all such good people compared to chuck and that's why he's so weird about them but he also treats the three of them so differently - because he genuinely likes nate's goodness but perceives it as naivety and he straight up hates dan and with vanessa . . . he doesn't really know how to treat her or act around her because she loathes him but at the same time he has a little bit of respect for her and her unshakeable morals - but. but. The thing which all three of them have in common is that chuck wants to corrupt them, he wants to change them and destroy them and make them just like him but he keeps failing at the same time. and that's what keeps him interested. God.

[lexosaurus]

If you're only commenting on a fic to ask for an update or worse, to be passive-aggressive about wanting an update, then please do both yourself and the writer a favor and don't comment at all.

Saying things like "Can't wait for the next update!" as part of a comment about how you enjoyed the chapter is one thing, but just going into the comments and being like "Where's the update?" or "You haven't finished writing the next chapter yet?" or something similar is not only rude, but also I ASSURE you it only serves to make the writer anxious about writing at all.

Fic writers are not content creators. We're not robots. We're real people with careers, families, and other irl responsibilities. Writing is something I do in my thirty minutes before I go to bed to wind down from the day. Whatever I want to write that evening is what ends up getting written.

So by making me anxious and putting pressure on me to update a fic, especially in that passive-aggressive way that so many people do, all you've ensured is that when I open up my folder that evening to see what I feel like writing, my eyes will completely skip over that WIP that I got the rude comment on that day because I Feel Bad about it and now I don't want to even look at it.

So please, just follow the golden rule of "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[muffinlance]

Hey fic rec time! I didn't do these often so you KNOW it's good

If you like Star Wars and Mandos and falling in love with character dynamics you'll never be able to find again because OP just smooshed together things that never existed before

May I introduce you to:

Mando'jekai jedi by Anonymous

Yes Anonymous come out here OP so I can put you in a little jar and provide you optimal writing enrichment and maybe shake you a little to see how you work

Author Summary:

Feemor saves a random Mandalorian and earns himself the position of Jedi watchman for the sector. Now if only the mandos would stop hunting him so that he can investigate this terrorist cell in peace.

Jaster really wants to talk to the jedi who slapped the darksaber into his hands before running off. Now if only the haat'ade could track him down.

My Summary:

Feemor Gives Mandalorians a Life-Changing Field Trip (No They Cannot Exit This Ride): The Fic

The writing is so smooth the humor is HIGH-LARIOUS the angst is wrapped up in the humor which is wrapped up in outsider POV

It's like you went to Fic Restaurant and the waiter slapped the menu out of your hand and said "I've got the good shit" and you were too terrified to protest that actually you were just here for a little hurt/comfort fix-it fic but when they came back

Oh damn

Oh that is the good shit

Anyway click this it's the good shit

[infinitelymint]

another little snippet of what's now 8k of Violet feeling like proper shit and thinking a baby might fix it (spoiler alert, it won't)

He cups her cheek and she hates herself a little bit for turning into the touch, for savouring the warmth and the feel of his hand against her skin. It’s been so long since she was last touched with any kind of affection that wasn’t from her dragons. It’s a testament to just how long that she lets him of all people. She squeezes her eyes closed tightly, willing herself to keep the tears at bay.

She’s missed it so much, the feel of someone else’s hands on her body. The comfort of a simple, platonic touch. She has missed the connection, the intimacy, the knowledge that someone cares. Gods, she thinks again, what she wouldn’t give for a simple hug.

“Vi,” he breathes, and there he goes again with the ‘Vi’, breaking down her walls even further. He sounds heartbroken and she can’t quite grasp why. He doesn’t care about her, so why does he suddenly sound like he does?

“I don’t think I’m okay,” she confesses and there’s no amount of squeezing her eyes closed that will hold the tears back now, not when she's finally uttered the truth that she has known intimately for months and months out loud. She feels the tears fall down her cheeks, leaving wet, hot tracks in their wake, like a map of her sadness. It doesn’t take long for his thumb to come up to wipe them away.

“I know,” he says, and there’s none of that brute efficiency or cold detachment she'd come to know from him during the war. His tone is gentle. It’s nothing like she remembers him, nothing like the picture she has of him in her mind. She doesn't know how to reconcile this version of him with the one who's only ever shown her indifference or frustration before.

She thinks that maybe peace time allows some to break down, and others to take care of the pieces that are left in ways that war time never could.

[aromanticannibal]

while I see the appeal of izuku calling kacchan katsuki I think if he does katsuki should be allowed to burst into tears immediately

[lazylittledragon]

right now i'm very torn between "taking critique is important as an artist and it's not an attack on me personally" and "people commenting about my same face syndrome under my posts upsets me an unreasonable amount and i wish they would stop doing it"