#misuse of comfort prompts

[wolfeyedwitch]

soft words of reassurance for bailey (either canon or pariah prisoner version)

Pariah Prisoner, Part 4

So... I'm gonna just... deliberately misuse a comfort prompt in the name of furthering my plotline. Sorry. I promise I'll have more comfort soon. I have Plans. This also serves as my WIJ Day 6 entry for the prompt "Hold On".

Shoutout to anyone who can tell me the two TV shows I referenced here. Bailey is a nerd.

CW: blood, injury, swearing, implied past torture/abuse, (concussion, broken nose, dislocated shoulder already happened and are mentioned), stabbing

Masterlist

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“Okay,” Bailey muttered, trying to gather their thoughts. The scattered ideas felt like stained glass, sharp-edged and glittering. They wanted nothing more than to sit down and think of nothing while waiting for the worst of their pain to pass.

But they couldn’t. Their directions, their powers, were the only things that were going to get the heroes out of here. 

There was a job that needed doing, so they would do it. It was as simple and difficult as that. 

“Escape Plan A failed,” Bailey said, mostly to themself. “So we’re moving on to Plan D.” 

“What happened to B and C?” Foxfire asked.

“Not applicable,” Bailey said. They wanted to make a joke of it, but it wasn’t the time. Anyway, they doubted the heroes would get the reference even if they made it.

“Okay, I’ll bite,” Icarus said. Bailey warily gazed at him, wondering if he was being metaphorical or literal. “What’s Plan D?” 

Metaphorical, then. Bailey let out a little sigh of relief. “Plan D is sneaking our way upstairs and going out through a window.” 

There was a long moment of silence as Bailey worked on the door’s lock. Eventually, they turned to look at the heroes, who were giving them looks with varying shades of concern and doubt.

“What?” they asked.

“Could you elaborate on that plan?” Tempest asked. 

“Because it seems a little…” Foxfire broke off.

Icarus finished for them. “Iffy.”

Oh. Well, that was fair. “There’s a set of service stairs. The lock for them is like this one, set into the wall, so Slipknot didn’t bother to set up cameras for them since they were the only one who could open it.”

The lock was an utter pain in the ass, honestly. It was barely more than a common turn-lock deadbolt, but the placement of it made it very secure. Slipknot could just reach in and turn the thing; Bailey had to work through a good few inches of wall to get at it.

Finally, they got a hold of the knob for the lock and started twisting. As they worked, they continued explaining. “Security is a lot tighter on the lower floors, since, you know, more likely area for breaking in and out. Which is why we’re not going there. There are enough blind spots on the higher levels that we can get to a window.”

The lock finally turned, and Bailey resisted the urge to pump their fist in triumph. They turned to face the heroes. 

“The windows are reinforced,” Tempest said. “Shatterproof.” 

Bailey gave a little nod. “Yeah. All of them. I have a plan for that too, though. That’s the part where timing is gonna be tricky, because I’ll have to get something, and it’s somewhere that’s monitored. We’ll have a small window of time to break the window and jump out.”

“Um…” Foxfire said. “Gravity?”

“Flight, wind, telekinesis,” Bailey said, pointing to Icarus, Tempest, and themself in turn. “Between the three of us, we should be fine. We don’t need to stop our fall, just slow it.”

Icarus still looked unconvinced, but Tempest just nodded. “Lead on,” he said.

Bailey opened the door, and the group made their way out. Bailey led them through the blindspots they’d mapped to the service stairs. They pressed themselves close to the wall while Bailey opened the locked door.

“If you can open this too, why didn’t Slipknot put surveillance up?” Icarus asked.

“Couldn’t do this originally,” Bailey said, frowning in concentration. The lock was sticking; it probably needed graphite, not that it was likely to get any. 

“They don’t know you can open their special locks?” he pushed.

“No,” Bailey said, trying to keep their tone even. He had made them lose their grip on the fucking lock again. “This was self-taught, if that’s what you’re asking.” 

The lock finally turned, and they opened the door to the stairs.

Now they just had to go up, and up, and up. Joy.

“How’d you learn, anyway?” Foxfire asked. Their voice was at least something more pleasant to focus on than the echoing clang of the group’s footsteps on the stairs. “It doesn’t look like it’s easy to do, so why bother?”

“Lots of exposure,” Bailey said curtly. Their head (and back, and nose, and… everything, honestly) hurt too much to keep their tone polite. 

“Sneaking around behind your boss’s back, Poppet?” Icarus asked snidely.

Bailey couldn’t help but flinch at the name. They resolved that as soon as they were somewhere safe(r), they would tell the heroes their real name. Even if they sided with Icarus and decided to put Bailey down, Bailey was going to go out under their own name. 

They weren’t going to remain as what Slipknot had made them into.

“Something like that,” they huffed. 

It was the truth… if breaking out of the room they were locked in counted as sneaking behind Slipknot’s back. When they’d moved in, Bailey had only known about the lock on the inside of their door. They didn’t know about the one Slipknot had set into the wall, the one that could override their settings. 

And that wasn’t even counting the times Bailey had frequented the cells for various lessons and punishments.

Finally, they reached the floor Bailey needed.

“Is this… a dorm?” Foxfire asked.

“Bigger rooms than your average college dorm, but close enough,” Bailey said. “This is one of the residential floors. There’s a window in the lounge. I just need to get something first.”

“What about other residents?” Tempest asked. 

Bailey shook their head. “Not many of them. I wasn’t kidding about these being bigger than your average college dorm. And they shouldn’t be here anyway; this is training time.” 

Which, of course, was when they ran into someone.

Viper opened her door just in time to see the four go past. She stared at them. 

They stared back.

Viper looked Bailey up and down critically, gaze lingering on their broken nose and stiffly-held shoulder. She seemed to come to a conclusion, and nodded slightly. 

“Hm. Seems that what I thought I heard must have been a remnant from that fever dream I was having,” she said, “because I don’t see anything out here.”

Bailey could have cried. Instead, they managed a small, shaky, “Thank you.” 

She gave them a crooked smile, showing off her fangs. “I sure hope that my fever dream ends before I have my meeting with Slipknot in…” She checked her watch. “Fifteen minutes. It would be very awkward to have to explain that to them.”

She dropped the pretense and added, “Go. Get out of here.”

“Thank you,” Bailey added fervently, then led the heroes off at a run.

They got to Bailey’s room, and Bailey frantically started looking for what they needed. 

“Come on, come on, I know I didn’t get rid of it, where the fuck did I put it after last time…” Bailey muttered under their breath as they pulled out drawers in their dresser. 

“What the fuck was that?” Icarus demanded. “You said there wouldn’t be anyone here!”

“Said there shouldn’t, not wouldn’t,” Bailey corrected. “Forgot that Viper is on bedrest and isn’t at training. And that was our new time limit.”

“Honor among villains?” Foxfire suggested.

Bailey gave a half-hearted smile. “Something like that.” 

Viper was one of the villains on the team who was halfway decent. She followed Slipknot’s orders, but she never went beyond the minimum necessary damages in training or on missions. Of all the people they could have run into during this escape attempt, she was probably the best option.

Bailey continued tearing through their room as they looked; it wasn’t as though it mattered if they made a mess, after all. They wouldn’t be coming back. 

“What are you looking for?” Tempest asked. “Could we help?”

Bailey shook their head. “No, it’s— ugh, why do I still have that— it’s small, you won’t be able to help. It’s a necklace.”

“How’s that gonna help?” Icarus asked skeptically.

“It’s a diamond,” Bailey said. 

Foxfire made a noise of agreement. “Not tougher than crystallized carbon,” they said.

Bailey smiled. They should have guessed Foxfire was a nerd. 

“That won’t work,” Icarus said. “The force you’d have to put behind it—”

Bailey cut him off. “I can do it.” 

He scoffed.

Bailey turned to glare at him. “This isn’t just your life on the line here; it’s mine, too. I’m not playing around. So unless you have a better idea? You’re gonna have to go with what I’ve got.”

They turned back to searching as Icarus gaped at them. They knew they still had it; they’d checked when they made this backup plan. And even before that, they wouldn’t have gotten rid of it. Slipknot had it made from one of the diamonds they’d stolen in the heist that led to Icarus’s intervention. It was both promise and threat, and Slipknot made sure that they wore it to every fancy occasion. 

It wasn’t a collar, but it was a claim of ownership just the same.

Bailey finally found the necklace, and the group made their way to the lounge to make their improvised exit. The heroes cleared the furniture away from the window. Bailey held the diamond necklace in place with their powers, then struck it like a hammer against a chisel. 

The reinforced glass spiderwebbed out from the impact.

“Well, well,” came a horribly familiar voice from behind them. “I have to admit, I didn’t quite expect this.”

Bailey turned to see Slipknot flanked by several other villains, including Viper. 

They’d run out of time. 

The ensuing fight was as vicious as it was chaotic. The villains weren’t holding back, using blows meant to maim or kill. Bailey did their best, but they were already at a disadvantage with their concussion and injured shoulder. Add to that the worry of protecting the heroes, as well? They didn’t really have a chance. 

A stray blow sent the broken glass flying from its frame, and Bailey took their chance. “Go, go, go!” they shouted, practically pulling the heroes out the window with them as they jumped. Something cold hit Bailey’s side, but they didn’t have time to think about it. They were falling. 

All of Slipknot’s sadistic training about heights paid off. With the help of Icarus and Tempest, Bailey was able to get all four of them to the ground safely.

And then they collapsed to one knee. Why… why weren’t their legs working? 

They looked down to their side, where they’d felt the impact of something cold. The handle of a knife sprouted from their skin like a weed. 

That’s not supposed to be there, Bailey thought. 

Like a weed, they plucked it from where it wasn’t supposed to be. 

That was when the pain truly set in. Bailey gasped at the sudden intensity of it, falling to their hands and knees under the unrelenting onslaught. 

Suddenly Foxfire was there, hands warm against Bailey’s skin. They pressed against the wound, making the pain worse. Why were they making it worse? Bailey groaned and tried to push them away, but was too weak.

Foxfire was shouting, but Bailey had trouble focusing on the words. The hero’s face softened with something like… concern? What were they concerned about? Had one of the heroes gotten hurt?

“No, no, Poppet, look at me,” Foxfire said. “Look at me, there you go, keep your focus on me. You’re gonna be okay, just hang on. Hang on!”

Bailey smiled weakly. They rasped, “Bailey.”

“What? Don’t worry about anyone else, just keep looking at me. You’re okay; we’re gonna get you to our medic, just hang on, Poppet.”

Bailey shook their head. “Not Poppet. It’s Bailey.”

Their eyelids were so heavy, far too heavy to keep open. They smiled as their eyes slid shut. “My name is Bailey.”

They were going to go out under their own name, after all.

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I don't kill my characters, don't kill me please! (Exceptions may apply to irredeemable whumpers. Of which I am not one. Again, please don't kill me.)

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[mcspirkevents]

20 more days till Mcspirk Month 2024

McSpirk Month, what is it, and how does it work?

Mcspirk Month is a fandom event meant to celebrate the ship of McCoy/Spock/Kirk, in any and all forms. QPRs are valid, and celebrated here.

If you make something for Mcspirk month you can post it on tumblr and tag this blog (I'll reblog your works). You can also post it to the Ao3 collection, found here.

Mcspirk month 2024 begins March 1st. However you can post whenever you want. (If you find these prompt lists five years after the fact and still want to post to the collection, or tag this blog then go for it!)

Can I mix and match prompts?

Absolutely! If there's an NSFW prompt you want to write the most tooth-rotting, safe for work fluff with, then do it. The vice versa is also cool.

What are the Bonus prompts?

They are extra prompts. If there's a day with a prompt you don't like, you can switch it out with the bonus prompts. You could even combine them with other prompts if you want.

Below the cut will be written out list of the days and prompts. The NSFW list is below the cut.

SFW list of prompts:

Day 1: Forced Proximity

Day 2: Touch-starved

Day 3: Badass Power Throuple

Day 4: Hand Holding

Day 5: Hurt/Comfort

Day 6: Protective McCoy

Day 7: Going to a Planet Where They Have To Wear Silly Outfits

Day 8:Public Display of Affection

Day 9: Spock is a Hopeless Romantic

Day 10: Hands

Day 11: Shore Leave

Day 12: Vulnerability

Day 13: Time Loop

Day 14: Tarsus IV

Day 15: Fake Dating

Day 16: Lost the Ability to Speak

Day 17: McCoy Hurt with Spock and Kirk Comfort

Day 18: Jealous Bones

Day 19: Kirk is Missing, Presumed Dead

Day 20: Trans

Day 21: Academy Era

Day 22: Oblivious Scotty

Day 23: Reunion

Day 24: Temporary Blindness

Day 25: Temporary Awkward Ability

Day 26: Western AU

Day 27: Vacation Gone Awry

Day 28: Awkward Spock

Day 29: TOS/AOS Crossover

Day 30: Desperate Measures

Day 31: Insecurity

Bonus Prompt #1: Chekov discovers the truth

Bonus Prompt #2: Pining

Bonus Prompt #3: Nightmares

Bonus Prompt #4: Uhura helps them out

Here is the NSFW Prompt list:

NSFW list of prompts:

Day 1: Non-Human Genitalia

Day 2: Hands

Day 3: Only One Bed

Day 4: Pon Farr

Day 5: Against A Wall

Day 6: Vulcan Biology

Day 7: Hand Kink

Day 8: Finger Kink

Day 9: Telepathic Sex

Day 10: Double Penetration

Day 11: Fuck or Die

Day 12: Aliens Made them Do It

Day 13: Sex in a Three Way Body Swap

Day 14: Power Dynamics

Day 15: Uniform Kink

Day 16: Body Worship

Day 17: First Time Bottoming

Day 18: Oral Fixation

Day 19: Sex Toys

Day 20: Accidental Voyeurism

Day 21: Bondage

Day 22: Mirrorverse

Day 23: Teasing

Day 24: Alien Biology

Day 25: Praise Kink

Day 26: Expectations vs Reality

Day 27: Voyeurism

Day 28: Trying a New Toy

Day 29: Getting Interrupted

Day 30: Spitroasting

Day 31: Lab Desk

Bonus Prompt #1: Pet Names

Bonus Prompt #2: Body Hair

Bonus Prompt #3: Blindfolds

Bonus Prompt #4: Misuse of the bond

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[kenjakusbrainstem]

Under the Stars (Yuuta Okkotsu x Reader)

Contains: Frottage, cuddling, misuse of a sleeping bag, arguably somnophilia as Yuuta is asleep at the start.

Hello! Kinktober is going well so far, especially now that I've realized how fun Yuuta is to write! He's versatile and adorable, its hard to not want to add him into more prompts. Hopefully this one is enjoyable! Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twitter as kenjakusbrain. Comment or rb if you enjoy! <3

Gojo had referred to it as a bonding exercise, one you were sure he hadn’t even cooked up himself. Something about getting to do fun things together and enjoying your youth. It was this sentiment that led Gojo to have your class trudge into the woods together one afternoon, today’s mission: camping.

The goal, at least what your eccentric teacher claimed the goal was, was to bond and just have a good time as kids away from the structure of Jujutsu society. Ignoring the fact that you hadn’t even left the school’s main barrier and were simply in the surrounding woods, it did sound enjoyable. 

None of you had any supplies, only some sleeping bags your teacher had given you, perhaps that’s part of how Gojo ran the idea past your principal. Survival training was the only thing that popped in your head when you thought about sleeping in the woods. You had never been one to favor night missions, the idea of curses lying in wait just out of view something that had frightened you since you were a child. However, it was hard to be too afraid when your friends had been goofing around all night.

Even without tools, Inumaki had managed to start a small fire that, with Maki’s help, you'd managed to turn into an actual campfire. As the day turned into night, the five of you sat around talking, even moving into the cliche of telling ghost stories. It was surprisingly fun, though you supposed that is what Gojo had meant by ‘enjoying your youth.’

At least, it had been fun. With Maki pointing out the obvious danger of leaving an unattended fire, when you were all ready for bed, you were thrust into darkness. 

The lack of supplies proved most concerning now, without tents you all were supposed to sleep under the stars. It was a breathtaking view, the isolation of the school lessening light pollution, allowing the stars to shine brightly in clusters above your heads. In an attempt to ignore the darkness, and the growing cold, you lay on your back tucked into your sleeping bag, staring up at the stars.

On one side of you was Maki, who had seemingly already fallen asleep face buried into the sleeping creature next to her. You didn’t need light to know Inumaki was likely sleeping the same way on the other side of Panda. The three of them had always seemed a little more tight knit, though you and Yuuta had been a part of the class for a while now, there were times where it was obvious they’d been together longer. 

Looking to your other side, you jumped a little when you realized just how close Yuuta had gotten. His sleeping bag as close to yours as he could get without you noticing. You weren’t afraid of him, the two of you developing a strange relationship over the last few weeks. It had just shocked you to see him so close and staring. 

Yuuta was always watching, his eyes tired until you met them, then he’d perk up into an adorably excited manner. This time was no different, his eyes lighting up in the dark as he noticed you were watching him. 

Perhaps you’d been making some kind of face, still put off by the darkness and cold around you, because Yuuta’s face quickly contorted into one of concern. He was generally protective of his friends, especially considering his strength. Ever since your relationship had slipped past friendship though you noticed more of his protective gestures. You supposed someone like Maki would think having someone treat them that way was off putting. On the other hand, you found it comforting, relishing in the care Yuuta had for you.

His wide eyes blinking at you in lieu of speaking, he wouldn’t want to wake the others, you assumed. You weren’t entirely sure how to silently convey your irrational fear of the dark, but you could show one thing. 

Burying your face into your sleeping bag you mimed at shivering. It wasn’t untrue, without the fire the spring air was much colder than it had been during the day, it just wasn’t the main thing that was bothering you.

Fortunately, Yuuta’s constant need to make sure you were content kicked into gear immediately. He quietly unzipped both of your sleeping bags, shuffling closer to you as quietly as he could. Yuuta’s hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into him, your back slotting comfortably against his chest.

It took a moment, but eventually you were both snug in his sleeping bag, with yours draped over the two of you like a makeshift blanket. With Yuuta’s warm body behind you, you felt like you could finally relax. 

Yuuta’s arm wrapped around you, holding you close as you felt his nose tickle the back of your neck. A soft kiss to your sensitive neck made you shiver.

 It didn’t take long for you to start drifting to sleep thanks to the comfort of his arms.

- -

You weren’t sure how long you had slept for, but when your eyes opened it was still dark, no sign of the sun rising either. It didn’t take long for you to notice what woke you, Yuuta’s breathing was heavy in your ear, as if he’d just finished running a marathon. For a moment you thought he was awake, until you realized there was something pressing up against your backside.

It wasn’t the first time you’d felt Yuuta’s hard cock pressing up against you, but every other time the two of you were wide awake and you had been the one to instigate. Usually you’d use your hands or mouth to satisfy each other, he was a bit too nervous to go any further. Not that you wanted to pressure him, so both of you had been content slowly exploring each other's bodies as your relationship grew.

However, you would be lying if the feeling of him against you like this didn’t make you want to try going further. Now wasn’t the best time though, on the ground with your sleeping friends feet away. 

That didn’t mean you couldn’t have some fun though. Pressing your hips back, you rubbed your ass against the hard cock trapped in his pants. Yuuta’s breathing caught in his throat at the feeling, his arms tightening around your torso.

You wondered what he was dreaming of as he involuntarily started to grind against you. Yuuta had always had an air of innocence about him, but you knew there was much more inside just waiting to be pulled out of him. Someone so innocent wouldn’t get off so quickly when you choked on his cock. 

As you started to find a rhythm with his sleepy thrusting, you wanted to try something different. His thrusts were shallow, a soft grinding, not too surprising as he was asleep. Shifting your arm, allowing his arm to wrap directly around your torso, you moved your hand back to his hips. Holding his hips still you started grinding on his cock harder. You could feel it getting harder and beginning to throb against your plush ass.

It seemed you had been a little too aggressive as you heard a soft whimper in your ear. Yuuta’s arms squeezed you tighter and you could feel his lips tickling your neck as he stirred. As he came to, you pressed back harder and gripped his hip tighter, in an attempt to wake him more fully.

A sharp gasp left his lips and you froze, not minding that he was awake, but not wanting to wake anybody else. 

“I’m so sorry, I was asleep and didn’t notice, I can turn around. I’m sorry,” Yuuta softly whispered against your neck, his apology sounding desperate. You could feel him starting to move, so you quickly pressed yourself against him again.

Craning your neck back to look at him, you could see the worried look etched into his face even in the dark. You smiled at him before whispering in reply, “don’t stop, I want to make you feel good.”

It took a moment for the words to sink in, but the look of worry he had been giving you dissolved into the shy, flushed face he usually wore when you were intimate. His arms around you loosened, a hand moving down to hold your hips as you had held his. 

Slowly, Yuuta grinded his hips into your ass as he held your hips still. The slow, deep movements left you fantasizing about what it would be like to actually have him inside of you. You felt your body grow hotter, his pace turning you on more than you expected.

Removing your hand from his hip, you palmed at his cheek, urging him to lean down and kiss you. It didn’t take much for him to meet your craning neck and press his lips to yours. You could feel his lips quiver as you kissed, as if it were hard for him to stay composed. 

The kiss was soft, slowly matching the pace of his throbbing cock rubbing against you. It felt good to have some sort of outlet for how aroused you were getting. As you felt his speed pick up, you deepened the kiss, tongue running against his lips begging to be let in. 

Yuuta’s tongue was hesitant as it always was when you initiated kisses, but you didn’t give him time to catch up before you tried to put all of your desire for him into the kiss. The angle made it hard but you didn’t mind, the way his tongue felt against yours was enough to make up for any discomfort.

The grip on your hip tightened, as his steady grinding had turned into faster, more unpredictable thrusting. You knew he was getting closer and you wanted to push him over the edge somehow. There wasn’t much you could do from this angle so you started moving your ass in a circular motion, adding a different sensation to his thrusting.

The change in pressure and the way you rubbed up against his cock just right was more than enough to send Yuuta over the edge. His hesitant kiss turned overwhelming as he tried to keep himself quiet, whimpering into your mouth as he sucked at your tongue. 

Yuuta’s hips shook as you felt him ride out his orgasm. A feeling of accomplishment swelled inside you at being able to help him without using your hands. You felt the hand on your hip, slide down between your legs, his long fingers brushing against your clothed pussy. As much as you wanted him to please you too, you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep it down.

“Don’t worry about me, we can do something about it later when we’re alone. We should get more sleep,” You whispered against his lips as you broke the messy kiss. His hand paused before stopping, slipping out from between your legs and wrapping around your torso as it had before you started. 

He kissed your cheek before burying his face back into your neck. After that, you imagined it wouldn’t be too hard for him to fall asleep. You looked up at the stars again, wondering if you’d ever find them as beautiful as you found Yuuta’s flushed face before closing your eyes.

#jjk #jjk x reader #yuuta okkotsu #yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu smut #yuta x reader #yuta okkotsu #kinktober 2023 #kinktober

[kingofthe-egirls]

Hello hello!

Ok, I have a thought, hear me out!

Silly is the New sexy was amazing and we could need a Part 2~

Like, luffy can't help but think about your body and wants to do it again but she turns him down because you know people are literally being everywhere.

So! New Island, she stayed behind because of the short staw she draw, letting everyone go. She was totally fine and made stuff around the sunny. Imagine, she being in the kitchen as Lu burst in with a happy grin and be like >were alone! We can Do it again!< she just laughs and >give me a few after I wash the dishes<.

Lu pouts but sit down between her legs and be like prompt 8!

👀👀👀

ok im not gonna write the preamble bc u already did lmao let's skip straight to the smut, shall we?

DIRTY DISHES: LUFFY x Y/N

part 1

(cw: silly = sexy, est relationship, misuse of devil fruit, nipple play, face sitting, also this is my kitsune oc so kill the part of you that cringes, blowjob)

(a/n: i'll never stop playing dress up)

Songs: "Hard Feelings/Loveless" by Lorde, "The Bomb" by Florence + the Machine, "Morning Elvis" by Florence + the Machine

words: 1.5k

Luffy sits between your legs, head bumping back against the counter. His legs are splayed out in front of him, rolling back and forth like a little kid's. "Come onnnn," he whines, tugging at the cuffs of your denim shorts. He drags his fingertips up and down your fishnets, ribbing them in a satisfying, slow rumble.

You reach over him to finish scrubbing the dirty dish in your hands. Pizza sauce is crusted on from last night's dinner (sometimes even Sanji sets dirty plates to soak in the sink overnight).

"Okay, okay," you say, swiftly drying the plate with a soft towel. You set it in the dishrack, sparkling and clean, before turning back to your boyfriend. He's grinning up at you like a fucking capuchin.

"Hey."

You snort, rolling your eyes before crouching down to his eye level. He reaches forward to grab a strand of your hair, rubbing the damaged, bleached ends between his finger and thumb. It scratches against his skin. "Wanna play?"

"Obviously, Luffy. Now take your clothes off." You pull your own sweater off over your head--a baby blue cropped thing that you paired over a black bralette. You're wearing dark denim shorts with silver buttons down the side. Luffy tugs at the laces of your black boots. Steel-toed, a gift from Robin last time you docked portside.

Luffy giggles, and pulls his red t-shirt off over his shoulders. He slides down so he's lying on his back, stretching his rubber arms out to grab your hips. He slams you down onto his own face, cunt first.

"Fuck--!" You squeal, squirming in his arms so as not to crush his sweet little face. He's grinning at you like the devil.

"Sit," he commands, and you do. He bites at the denim of your shorts, not even bothering to take them off before he's running his thick hands all over you. You shrug off your bralette, letting your tits hang down, soft and bouncy above your ribcage. Luffy eagerly reaches up to grab them. He rolls his thumbs around your nipples in wide, slow circles. "So fuckin' pretty f'me," he murmurs, before stretching his neck up to suck on them. It's kinda alien, seeing his neck stretched out like a rubber band, but his tongue is magic so you don't fucking mind. You tilt your head back in pleasure, softly moaning.

"So good," you praise him, running your fingers over his hair. It's soft, and you pet him for a bit as he sucks on your sensitive nipples. You ride his abdomen, sitting on his stomach while he plays with you.

Your tails flick in pleasure.

"S'pretty, kitty," he says again, bucking his hips up behind you. He pops off your tits with a smack. His hands reach up to scritch at the base of your foxy ears. You hum, eyes closed in comfort.

"So are you," you say, reaching down to unbutton your shorts. You stand up, over him, to slide them down your legs. You leave the fishnets on. You're straddling him, looking down at your sweet captain with your legs on either side of his waist. Your boots stay on, too. The rose-gold bellybutton piercing sparkles at your abdomen: something you and Nami did on a whim last island, too.

"Spread your legs f'me," he says, staring up at your fishnet heat, so you lift a leg to place your boot on the counter. He's staring open mouthed at your cunt, left bare and dripping without any panties.

He licks his lips.

Suddenly, he's grabbing you by the waist again and slamming you down hard onto his waiting face. He slurps at your sensitivity, swiftly turning his hair white as he activates Gear 5. His tongue expands, shoving inside your slippery cunt as his eyes swirl rosy. Somewhere, a train whistle sounds in an honest to god awooga.

Shit.

"Luffy!!" You complain, as he rips your tights to give himself more room. Steam is pouring out of his ears, his eyes rolled back and crossed as he sloppily licks at your cunt. You're already dripping.

It's so cartoony, with him.

The sea laps at the side of the sunny, sparkling and sapphire in the afternoon sun. Seagulls call overhead. You watch them circle in the pastel sky through the window over the sink. Sparks soar into view as Luffy warps the energy of reality around him. You feel it pulling into you like gravity, bringing you ever and always closer to your captain.

He sucks on your clit.

You scream, surprised at the sudden suction. He slaps your ass cheek, the sound reverberating with several boi-oings throughout the empty room. You groan, sending your head back to just enjoy the sensations. You roll your hips over his tongue, sending shivers down your spine. He grips your hips, bringing you down harder.

"Sit!"

You squeal, letting your full weight sink down onto your captain's face. Supporting yourself on the sink, your hands grip around the cool porcelain as Luffy sends stars into your eyes. Sparkles alight overhead as his own pleasure creeps up. He's bucking his hips up behind you, and you turn to stretch yourself enough to reach his hard cock through his jeans. He lets you lean over, supporting your hips in his searing grasp. Your tails frizz out, shivering and shaking as he sends you over the edge.

Stars.

You gasp, coming to with sore thighs and an aching belly.

"Sweet girl," Luffy croons, letting you slide off him to the side. You collapse onto the tile, letting the coolness seep into your heated skin.

He sits up, wiping off your slick from his soaking chin.

"My turn?"

You smile, nodding eagerly as Luffy rips off his shorts. You settle onto your own back this time, letting him straddle your head. His sticky cockhead is shimmering with precum, and you reach out for an experimental lick. He shivers, letting out a hiss through his teeth.

"That's it," he says, rocking his hips forward. The tip hits your lips, and you let him in. You start sucking hard on his head, and he lets out a strangled moan. You run sweet, kitten licks up and down his aching shaft. The veins are bulging and sensitive, and every slide or dart of your tongue elicits sharp inhales and gasps from your lover above you. He shallowly thrusts his cock deeper into your mouth.

Stretching, you take him down your throat.

Luffy groans, softening your skin with ripples of elastic energy. His hair is fluffy and white, with matching clouds floating above his head. Your tails are squished behind you, but they flutter in soft, shivering arcs. He reaches down to grab one, wrapping it around his wrist.

He tugs.

"Ouch!" You yelp, trying to pull your seventh tail out of his grasp. He giggles, and doesn't let go. Instead, he pulls harder. An airhorn sounds. "Luffy!!!" You complain, face heating up. His cock muffles your words, but you glare up at him anyway.

"Shishi, sorry," he giggles, slowing his pace slightly. You relax, slowly sucking on his shaft as his thrusts grow erratic and sloppy.

His balls smack harsh against your chin.

Sizzles and pops sound overhead, and you open your eyes to watch star shapes dance around Luffy's face. His cheeks are flushed, and his head is tilted back. His adams apple bobs with his raspy pants.

The stars float down over both of you, sparkling and bursting in silvery rainbow shimmers. Luffy speeds up, his hips now a blur as you do your best to take it. A star slips down to bounce off your cheek and onto the floor. It sizzles out of existence.

A slight halo glows around your lover's face.

You wrap your hands around his thighs, and suck harder. He gasps, and spills his seed into your mouth. It spurts out from the corners of your lips, filling your senses with musky bitterness.

"Shit, shit shit," he groans, arching his back as he shudders and gasps. You moan, vibrations sending through his pulsing cock.

"Sweetheart," he moans, pulling out of your mouth. He sits back on his heels, giving you room to sit up. You rub at your sore jaw, before wiping his spend off the sides of your face. It smears into the soft hairs on your forearm, sticky and sweet. He grins, and reaches forward to pull you up into a kiss. He tastes like sugar.

"Sweet," you tease him, pulling on a lock of his downy hair. He snickers, swatting your hand away. "Snackies?"

He laughs outright, slapping his belly. He giggles, hiding his face in one hand. "Shishishi, hahahahaa!" He slips backward, bouncing on the now-rubbery floor. It buoys him, snickering and rolling on the elastic tile. It rocks you, too, as you stand on shaky legs.

"Luffy," you grin, tripping over your own feet onto his smiling frame. He catches you with an oof! as two arms come to snake around you. He brings you down to nuzzle against his face, skin soft and sweaty. He breathes into your hair, inhaling deeply. His fingers scritch at your scalp, and you peak up to see his hair swirling black.

The floor steadies beneath you.

"Snackies," he agrees, before he stands up with his arms still wrapped around you.

****

#dumpster dive #my writing #one piece fanfic #luffy fanfic #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy smut #luffy x you #luffy x oc #vasya #fox tales #one piece smut

[anystalker707]

〰۰࿐·˚.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.۰࿐·˚〰

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࿐ RORONOA ZORO

〰 Sleepy and sloppy | Zoro x [gn, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: A lazy fuck in the middle of the night with Zoro. Tags: soft / he's needy / sleepy sex / bottom Zoro

〰 Stretching session | Zoro x [gn, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Zoro's (in)convenient help while you want to train. Tags: top zoro / bickering / hes an ass (affectionate)

࿐ VINSMOKE SANJI

〰 I'm fine | [OPLA] Sanji x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Sanji knows there's something wrong, but he doesn't know how to approach you. Tags: comfort / soft / he's doing his best

〰 Birthday surprise | Sanji x [amab] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Sanji wants to be the first one to wish his lover a happy birthday, and he also has a special gift for them. Tags: needy Sanji / he's a sweetheart / penetration / masturbation

〰 Another night in the pantry | Sanji x [amab] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Sanji is really needy, wanting a good fuck from you Tags: baby girl sanji / bottom sanji / whimpering / crying / overstimulation / degradation

࿐ CROCODILE

〰 i need you | Crocodile x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: It's been a while since Crocodile last saw his partner, and they don't seem to be very happy. Tags: light angst / comfort / he's very sweet ok

࿐ NAMI

〰 What do you think? | Nami x [gn] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Face sitting Tags: Oral / Dom-Sub undertones (if you squint)

࿐ MONKEY D. LUFFY

〰 Pretty whimpers | Luffy x [gn, amab] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Luffy decides to make you company while you're on night watch... or that he needs your company, actually. Tags: Edging / Whimpering / Clinging / Fingering / Penetration / Hes just a baby, rip

࿐ SABO

〰 Scream | Sabo x [gn, afab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Masked Tags: Also contains roleplay and a little of bondage / Sabo and reader roleplay Scream / Recording / Transmasc friendly

〰 three knuckles deep | Sabo x [gn, afab] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Fingering Tags: transmasc friendly / he teases reader a lot / some orgasm delay

࿐ PORTGAS D. ACE

〰 Misused day | Ace x [trans, mtf] Reader | Oneshot

Summary: You think Ace could use his free time doing something better than training. Tags: Worshipping / Light oral fixation / Lingerie / Ace is lovely

࿐ SMOKER

〰 be useful | Smoker x [gender-neutral] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: Authority Tags: face fucking / oral / sloppy ass writing, sorry

࿐ EUSTASS KID

〰 only for me us | Law x [gn, afab] Reader x Kid | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: cucking Tags: Transmasc friendly / use of 'pussy' / Penetration / Exhibitionism

࿐ KIKUNOJO

〰 pink lilies and red carnations | Kikunojo x [ftm] Reader | Oneshot

Kinktober prompt: strap game Tags: very sweet !!! / she's a sweetheart / fingering / penetration

࿐ NEFERTARI VIVI

〰 take a look at my girlfriend | Vivi x [gn] Reader | Headcanons

Summary: SFW and NSFW headcanons about dating Vivi! Tags: very sweet ! / she's so lovely / vague but i can write oneshots if requested

#one piece #one piece live action #opla #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #luffy x reader #nami x reader #portgas d ace x reader #nico robin x reader #smoker x reader #crocodile x reader #sabo x reader #oneshot #x male reader #x female reader

[sitp-recs]

Happy Friday, friends! I’ve never done monthly wrap ups before but since Wireless pulled me back from a brief hiatus, I thought it would be cool to share some things I’ve been reading, that could use more love. 10 fics both old and new, Drarry and rare pairs, Wireless treats; pick your poison and have fun! 🙌

Drarry

Muscle Memory by @corvuscrowned (E, 7k) - brilliant concept perfectly executed, I’m so here for curse-breaking colleagues who fuck at the job to pass time and then forget about it every time 🤌🏼 genius and intriguing and captivating as per crow’s usual

There's something just beneath the surface, just at the periphery of Harry's mind. They've been here before — they've done this before. If only he could remember it.

And Embers at Your Lips by @nametheshadows (T, 15k) - sequel to one of my all-time favorite 8th year fics with insomniac roommates just as soft and healing as LLAYF. Gorgeous prose and all the kissing. Highly rec this series for A+ comfort food!

The sequel to Like Lightning at Your Fingertips: the kissing montage. And there’s that thing with Potter’s magic.

Rich Friend, Anon (E, 18k) - one of my faves from Wireless, pop star!Draco never gets old and both the pacing and the romance are perfectly developed! I live for Harry’s horny yearning and for their road trip together, kudos to casual Harry/Neville as a side ship!

As far as Harry can tell, Draco Malfoy is still rich as hell. He’s just not a wizard anymore. Featuring: Draco Malfoy trying to make it as a Muggle pop star, Harry Potter as our confused and horny hero, bad driving, good music, and the mysterious magic of falling for someone.

Waking Up Slow, Anon (E, 22k) - this ode to advent Drarry fics took my breath away with a charming Draco, fun dynamics, an enchanting Christmas shop and one of the sexiest smut scenes I’ve read this year, 10/10 recommend for hot & sweet magical vibes and lots of references as an homage to the classics!

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July / Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why / There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more / Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore / Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss / And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

We Are Legend by Vaysh (E, 38k) - happy to report to @romaine2424 that I have finally read this epic apocalypse AU and am shooketh with its originality and serious tone. One of the most creative takes I’ve seen on animagus Draco, a poignant and devastating war story.

Eighty years into the future, Voldemort won. Harry Potter is a renegade wizard, Portkeying Muggles out of London to Hogwarts, last sanctuary in a Britain ruled by the Dark Lord. On a mission he encounters a powerful phoenix Animagus fighting on the Death Eaters' side. He recognises Draco Malfoy whom he thought long dead. But the differences between them are perhaps even greater than before. Cw: MCD

LA, Who Am I To Love You?, Anon (E, 42k) - I cannot believe this beauty was written for my lil Wireless prompt ♥️ perfect LA vibes, gorgeous aesthetics, horny ust and a fascinating take on both down and out bi Harry and out and proud bi Draco, we love to see it! Couldn’t have asked for a better story to fill my prompt, ty anon!

Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

Rare Pairs

A Different Tune by November Snowflake (M, 8k) - very nice Dron get together, short & sweet with an undercurrent melancholy that I love, just what I needed before bed

Working in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office has led Ron to many strange encounters--but none more unexpected than this one. Cw: Harry’s dead

The Years Between by brummell (M, 14k) - another rare pair fave, this Rarry fic told from Ron’s smitten and jealous pov as he helps Harry recover from a coma is so deliciously raw and angsty. Gorgeous slow burn, the feels!

For both Harry and Ron, a wake-up call is just the beginning.

Things Remembered by avioleta (E, 17k) - best Snarry fic I’ve read this year, I’m low key obsessed with this hitmen + amnesia concept and how the romance develops so organically while they’re on the run. Intriguing plot, sexy ust and super scorching smut that made me salivate jfc 🔥

Harry wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar hotel room, and with absolutely no idea who he is. The man he’s in bed with has no memories either. But they think, maybe, they’re assassins, because they seem to be very good at killing people.

A Dress with Pockets by PacificRimbaud (E, 25k) - a Panville classic recced by anon (ty!!), what a sexy and vibrant read! I LOVED Neville and their dynamics are brilliant and so funny, I just couldn’t get enough of these characters. 100% sold on this ship pls and thank

Pansy Parkinson needed a drink. And a shag. She didn't care in which order. Enter: Neville fucking Longbottom and his rolled up sleeves.

#July wrap up #hp recs

[projectbluearcadia]

Kneel.

NSFW Submissive!Lucifer x GN!MC Spice Rating - 3/4 DON'T BURN YOURSELF

[ Scenario: It's a quiet evening, and the first thing on your mind is to make him submit to you. You're going to top, and he's going to be a red-faced, begging mess by the time you're finished with him. ]

Lucifer is an adorable little sub.

Wordcount - 1890

smutty notes (consult if you haven’t read my smut before.)

“I’d like to see you try.” Those were Lucifer’s words to you when you offhandedly mentioned topping him, before you had gotten into a relationship with him. The man is a control freak, and he cringes at the idea of giving it to anyone. But his little dare buzzes inside your head every time you hold hands or share a quiet kiss. He doesn’t think you can top him? He doesn’t think you have the mettle for it? He might know you better now, but that little condescending smirk gets on your nerves. 

You want to absolutely wreck him.

You decide to get him comfortable, but nothing more. Even if he’d never try to make excuses to you, you didn’t want him to try and blame it on sleep deprivation or demonus. This is going to be all you. 

And there you sit together, cuddled in front of his fire, watching Mammon’s wads of printed money curl up and turn to ashes as you make idle chatter with the eldest of the seven brothers.  

“You know, it’s quiet today…” you suggest, just a few centimeters away from his ear. “We could… do something fun together tonight…” You trace your fingers against his face, and he leans into your hand. “Couldn’t we?” 

“I have been feeling as if I haven’t been seeing enough of you lately,” he chuckles, and you can’t help but feel touched. You internally promise to make him writhe in pleasure for that. “Do you want to…” His words are lost as you kiss him, prodding your way into his mouth and taking your sweet time to gently shift on him, knowing you’re already starting to ignite his libido. 

He stands up and takes you with him, about to drag you to bed before you abruptly stop kissing him, prompting his curiosity. Did you not want to go that far after all? You imagine that’s the thought on his mind as his deep red eyes linger on your lips before returning to your own eyes. 

You run your hands through his hair, dragging your fingers across his face before you lean in and place a heated kiss on his neck, a weakness you had discovered a few days ago. He shudders, and you call up the power of your pact with him, letting it surge through your veins. 

“Kneel." 

A sharp hiss spills through his teeth as he obeys, and he shoots you a glare, only to make a startled sound as you put your foot on his upraised knee, leaning down towards his face. You must have quite the excited look on your face because Lucifer blushes when you firmly take his chin in your hand. It looks like you’re not going to get reprimanded for this particular misuse of your pact. 

“I call the shots right now, Lucifer, not you. Do you understand me? Answer yes or no.” 

“Yes.” That was actually easier than you expected. Pity; you were going to punish him thoroughly if he said no. You suppose that could be for another night if he was going to be cooperative. 

“You’re going to do everything I say, with or without the pact. So stand up and strip for me.” 

You take your foot off his knee, and he straightens, seeming to momentarily debate whether or not he wants to try to take the lead from you before he glances at his door. “It’s locked, honey. Go ahead,” you add gently, and you watch with amusement as a touch of pink colors the tips of his ears. Adorable. 

Lucifer starts to undress, his fingers steady and careful as he works through each button and tie, pulling article after article off without complaint. He must trust you a lot, although you suppose that goes without saying. 

Before long, Lucifer is nude in front of you in all of his beautiful glory, his “friend” gazing longingly between your legs. 

“Good boy.” The phrase rolls off your tongue, and for a moment, you regret saying it. He hates it when you do that, but judging by the way he shifts, he doesn’t dislike it right now. “Now we can go to the bed.”

You take him by the hand, and he follows you—eagerly, it seems—to his bed before you push him down onto his sheets, leaving him looking up at you. You take your shirt and pants off, deciding to give him something nice to look at. Besides, it’s hot in the room (how Lucifer prefers it), and you’ve been waiting for the opportunity to take off your sweat-stained clothing.

“No, stay down,” you scold, pressing your hand on his chest as he tries to get onto his elbows. 

“I want to touch you,” he murmurs, and you press your finger to his lips. 

“No,” you say again. “You’re going to behave. Give me your hands.” Now he’s showing a little resistance, actively resisting your attempts to tie up his wrists. 

“Let me touch you,” he complains. 

“No,” you growl before you chant an incantation that glues his wrists to the wall behind his bed. “You only get to touch when I say you get to touch. That was bad, Lucifer. Apologize.” 

“This can’t hold…” He pauses as he struggles to escape. “You’ve been practicing.” 

“Of course I have,” you reply, climbing on top of him, and he stops struggling. “I wanted to dom you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to deny that you’re actually a cute little sub for me.” You lean closer to his lips. “You feel this position? You see where you are right now? Get used to it, honey.” He closes his eyes and lets out a soft groan. 

“MC, please don’t shake your hips like that.” 

“How many times do I have to say that I call the shots right now?” you ask lowly before you litter his neck down his collar with bites, earning you several low groans from Lucifer’s mouth. “And you still haven’t apologized to me. I think a punishment is necessary, don’t you?” Lucifer visibly shudders under you, and you smirk evilly as you draw your fingers slowly across his lean, sculpted chest. You alternate between the pads of your fingers and your nails, giving him just the lightest touches, and before long, you’re teasing around his groin. 

Emphasis on teasing. 

He bucks his hips when you brush your thumb against his base, and you can’t help but chuckle. 

“MC,” he groans, and you finally decide to wrap your hand around his length, watching with pleasure as his brows furrow. “Your hand feels… nice.” He closes his eyes as you slowly stroke him, finally giving him what he wants. 

“Of course it feels nice; it’s my hand,” you reply. “You want me to go faster, don’t you?” He swallows and nods, shifting in his restraints, and you give into his desires, biting your lip as you watch him get closer and closer to release, his breathing getting erratic and heavy. He won’t groan for you yet. No, not yet. 

“MC!” he gasps as you let off a moment after the word “cum” is on his lips. 

“No,” you purr, kissing his cheek before you notice you caught some of his precum on your hand when you took it off him, and you decide to take the opportunity to lick it off. Interestingly, a bit salty. 

“MC, please,” he pants, and you can see his control is rapidly slipping further and further to the wayside.

“Please what?” You glance your fingers against his tip, and his leg twitches under you. He could easily lift you with it, but he knows damn well if he does, he’s not going to get away with it. Ah, bliss. “Do you want me to make you cum, Lucifer?” 

“Yes,” he groans. “That isn’t obvious?” Still a little backtalk, hm? 

���Of course not,” you croon before you go back to stroking him, taking care to work him up again. Over and over again. “I need to know what you need before I can give it to you, don’t I?” His arms work harder against your enchantment, and you can feel his desperation draining away at your magic, but at this point, you don’t care. His red-splotched canvas of a face is too beautiful to resist.

“MC, please, I want to cum,” he moans out this time, but you still refuse him, leaving him shaking and panting. “MC, please, I am begging you.” 

“You’re not begging hard enough, honey.” 

“Please don—” His voice starts to give out as you go back at him, giving his tip extra attention, drool starting to spill from his mouth as he screws his eyes shut, bucking his hips desperately for you. “Please, I’ve been patient. I’ve been good,” he begs, and at this point, he’s broken free of your spell, but it seems like he’s either still under the impression that it’s still there, or he’s actually really enjoying being teased to insanity. 

“You want to cum this badly from a little bit of orgasm denial. You’re pathetic, Lucifer,” you chuckle, and he’s panting and twitching under you, aching for you to touch him just a little more. You're not even sure if the insult hit him. 

“Please,” he begs, and his eyes start to fill with tears, his face so red that you could have mistaken it for a cherry. God, how could he be so damn cute? “I want to cum. Please. I can’t take it anymore.” 

"I think you can take a little more though?" you loftily reply, placing a kiss on his lips. 

"No more," he rasps. "Please, MC, I'll do anything…" 

"Are you crying, Lucifer?" you murmur against his lips, and he finally moves his hands to cover his eyes. You move them aside just a little forcefully, breaking his resistance. "It's okay, honey. You can show me. Is it really too much for you?" 

"I want you," he groans. 

"Answer my question, or you won't get me." That was a lie, but he didn't need to know that. 

"I… can take more if you want me to," he sniffs, his voice shuddering, and you can't resist that face. 

You start stroking him again, and this time once you notice he's close, you don't stop. 

"Be good for me and cum, Lucifer," you purr against his ear, and he loses everything with a sordid yell of your name, his hot semen splashing both of you. That little outburst made you just a little… impatient. You smile as you watch him come down, his breathing slowly calming down. "Feel better?" 

"Yes," he mumbles.

"Do you want to take a break?" He shakes his head.

"No." 

"Are you lying to me?" 

"Of course not. I want to have sex with you until one of us can't speak." 

"That will be you." 

"I wouldn't mind that." 

BONUS:

You spoon Lucifer after you're finished, and it occurs to you that Lucifer really didn't need to be pushed that hard.

"Hey, you submitted really easily. I thought you were adamant that I couldn't top you." Lucifer rolls over to look at you. 

"I like being the dominant one, but I love you, and I love it when you top me. If you want me to keep being your bottom, then that works fine for me... But if you tell anyone, and I mean anyone about this, you're not getting away with it." 

#sub lucifer #obey me lucifer #fanfiction #shameless self indulgence #obey me smut #obey me lucifer smut #lucifer brainrot #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #obey me! #obey me shall we date

[couldntbedamned]

Pairing: Stephen Strange/Reader

Warnings/AO3 Tags: Domestic Fluff, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Illness, Reader has a chronic illness, Doctor Stephen, Caretaking, Kamar-Taj (Marvel), Probable Misuse of the Mirror Dimension, Don’t Try This At Home, There are probably Medical Inaccuracies, But it’s about the fluff and comfort, Medicine, Healthy Relationships

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: You’re sick and thanks to a weakened immune system, having a hard time resting and fighting it off. It’s absolutely miserable but lucky for you, Stephen is more than willing to step into the role of caretaker and help you feel better.

Author’s Note: I’m back with another super self-indulgent fic featuring Stephen and a Chronically Ill Reader.

Because when sick and feeling miserable, why not hope for a strong, caring, also kind-of-an-asshole magic doctor to take care of you?

The knock at your door shouldn’t have surprised you.

Of course, Wong would have mentioned your absence to Stephen. Not just because he was your friend and cared about you, but because you were also one of the sorcerers who’d studied under him at Kamar-Taj, and he felt a lovely sort of protectiveness for you. Plus, Wong played dirty; if you were feeling resistant to his advice, he would send in Stephen who could easily sway the odds in the librarian’s favor. It was underhanded, annoying, and you absolutely respected it.

You tried to stand up so you could answer the door, but your overwrought throat had other ideas. A coughing fit started, one so bad you couldn’t even wince through it as your body tried to cough up whatever crud your weakened immune system was generating in its pitiful fight against the “upper respiratory infection” (re: common cold) the urgent care doctor had diagnosed you with. You couldn’t even call for him to come in, instead hastily grabbing your glass of water and sucking it down in an attempt to soothe the raw ache in your throat. Times like this had you almost wanting to take the risk of your immune system attacking you again if it meant a day and night without painful, hacking coughing spells.

He must have gotten tired of waiting because the sound of a portal opening echoed in your living room.

“You didn’t have to stop by,” you croaked out. “Stephen, I’m so gross right now.”

“You certainly look gross,” he agreed. He knew you well enough to know that any attempts to say you looked beautiful would be met with disdain. You hated platitudes - you heard too many of them all too often. They were well-meaning, yes, but annoying.

So, you weren’t even mad at him for agreeing with you. You’d showered, obviously, but your eyes were watery from the pain and your hair was a mess. You were wearing your oldest pajama pants with a well-used handkerchief stuffed in the pocket and a loose, ratty long-sleeved shirt. You looked - and felt - absolutely disgusting.

“I’m not worried about that,” he said. “Because you sound even worse."

You watched as the Sorcerer Supreme and Master of the Mystic Arts melted away and was replaced with Stephen Strange, MD. It was always a fascinating shift to observe. Your Stephen was a healer before he was anything else.

“How long as this been going on?”

You held up five fingers.

“Five days, okay.” He pulled out a pen light and a tongue depressor. There had to be something up with those pockets of his, there just had to be! “Stick out your tongue and say ‘ah’.”

Rolling your eyes, you did as he asked.

“Oh, that’s no fun at all. It’s all kinds of inflamed.” His fingers were gentle as they felt around your neck. He produced a stethoscope. You needed to learn that pocket-expansion spell.

Without prompting you breathed deeply and let him listen to your lungs. Then you breathed normally as he moved the diaphragm to your chest.

“Your lungs actually sound good.”

He checked your ears. “And your ears are draining properly, thank goodness. Have you been to see anyone?”

You nodded. “Urgent care,” you managed.

“Can you do me a favor and please stop talking if you don’t absolutely have to, Darling?” he asked. “There’s no need to make it worse and I know it hurts to speak right now.” He looked around and seized on a notebook and pen. “Here. Write down what you need to say. Do you have the discharge papers from the doctor on-call?”

You scribbled down Kitchen table, and wondered if this was your sign to seriously look into ASL classes.

He left and returned with the papers, reading and muttering to himself. “Benzonatate capsules… those are fucking useless. And… ‘gargle warm salt water and take ibuprofen for pain and fever as needed.’ Are they incompetent there?” He demanded of no one in particular once he was finished. “Did they even bother to read your medical history? When someone with your condition, on the mediction you take, gets sick, treatment has to be aggressive. Your body can’t fight it off on it’s own, otherwise, and you’ll just get worse.” He shook his head. “Do they want you to end up in the hospital with pneumonia?”

He was preaching to the choir. You’d heard this rant before from your care team, your support group, and others. But coming from him? It warmed your heart every time. He never made you feel helpless or unable to take care of yourself, but he had no problem stepping up to advocate for you.

You held up a finger and wrote out, They are a good clinic. I did my research before I walked in.

He nodded reluctantly. You continued to write.

You know why they’re so reluctant to just prescribe more aggressive treatments on a first visit. It sucks, but it can’t be helped. I can’t afford a DSB label in my records.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but wisely refrained. You two had been over this a few different times and ultimately he understood that the final say was, in fact, yours.

“I know,” he said. “I don’t like it, but I do understand.” He’d worked in a lot of emergency care as a medical student, intern, and resident, as well as in MetroGeneral’s walk-in clinic when he wasn’t in a high enough position to finagle his way out of it. He knew the realities of it as well as anyone.

He studied you, no doubt taking in your watery eyes, unhealthy pallor, and all-around miserable body language. Then you gave a loud, hacking, desperate-to-be-productive cough and he cringed. “May I please treat you?” he asked. “It breaks the three-percent of my heart that isn’t a black, iced-over exuse for an organ to see you like this.”

You nodded with an amused snort that thankfully didn’t devolve into another fit. Please! I can’t take another night without sleep.

“I know,” he soothed. “I’ll help you. Give me about thirty minutes and I’ll be back.”

Where else would I go?

He smirked. “Behave.”

While he was gone you moved the many empty cups (all water you’d sucked down like it was elixir) to the kitchen and started loading the dishwasher. You chucked the icky handkerchief in with the laundry to be washed in the hottest water possible and grabbed a fresh one from your bedroom dresser. It was dainty and feminine but you found yourself missing your father’s all-purpose paisley ones and wished you could pilfer one from his dresser drawer. (You’d even return it. Or, you’d do your best to remember to return it. History was not in your favor in that regard.)

Feeling better about the state of your residence, if not your current health, you sat on your sofa and sipped some water. You kept your breathing calm and level as best you could, not wanting to provoke another painful coughing session. Knowing you’d probably be on your way to feeling better than you felt in close to a week, you finally let your body relax.

Stephen wouldn’t be able to magically fix you, you knew, but he would help you get more comfortable and to a point where you could actually rest and start to recover. Most importantly, however, he always asked for your permission before doing so. That alone meant more to you than you could adequately express.

His instinct was always to heal; it was in the core of his being. But he never pushed or browbeat you into accepting, even when you could tell that he really really wanted to. His respect for your autonomy was one of the greatest gifts he could give you.

He stepped through another portal soon enough and he carried an insulated grocery bag and wore a leather messenger bag with a flat bottom. He set the grocery bag on the kitchen counter and brought the messenger bag with him.

Stephen?

He made a gesture and the Mirror Dimension shattered into being around you.

“Now,” he said with a pleased-at-his-own-cleverness smile. “As we’re in the Mirror Dimension, no can legally prove that I’m essentially committing a felony.”

He withdrew a tinted bottle with the screw cap you preferred. “This is an antibiotic. Take one pill once a day, preferably in the morning after breakfast. Speaking of breakfast, you’ll do well to avoid dairy for a couple of hours before and after taking this.”

Got it.

“And finish the entire bottle,” he added.

You saluted before writing Were these gained by legal means?

Stephen affected a dignified look. "Kamar-Taj is not beholden to Earthly legalities and our residents come from all walks of life. If they feel the need to use skills and knowledge previously learned for the betterment of our home, who am I to judge?"

Only slightly sketchy, then.

“I wouldn’t being you something that was neither safe nor effective, I promise. I would never harm a patient, especially one as precious to me as you.”

I know.

He withdrew a bottle from the bag, this one smaller but heavier. It wore the dosage cap like a little hat.

“The good cough syrup. This, you take right before bed. Once you take it, you need to lay down, because it’s strong.” His expression was serious, as it always was when it came to medicine. “I mean it, Darling. No cooking, no lifting heavy items, and definitely no going out and driving after you take a dose. The bottle is spelled to only administer the prescribed dosage in the provided cup, so there’s no risk of pouring too much or taking it before it’s needed again.”

What’s in it?

“An antihistamine and a very low concentration of codeine. I know you’d rather avoid narcotics and I want to agree, but Sweetheart, you need to be able to sleep right now. Your body can’t sustain this.”

Reluctantly, you nodded. Just because you needed to take it, didn’t mean you had to like it.

He pulled out a larger bottle of liquid with another dosing cup. “This isn’t quite the good stuff but it’s suitable for day use and is non-habit forming.” He set it next to the other bottles. “It’s also spelled to only pour the prescribed dosage.”

You smiled, happy at the compromise.

“And last but certainly not least, what is quite literally an ancient Kamar-Taj remedy: throat lozenges crafted by a team of Masters from herbs and honey harvested from our greenhouses and hives. I asked for their recommendation and they insisted I bring you,” he studied the bag. “Very Extraordinary Berry.”

Your eyes were watery again, but it wasn’t from pain.

Thank you so much.

“I love that you value your independence and I know that you’re used to being the care taker in most cases. But it really is my pleasure to help,” he said. “You know I’m not good with words but you’re always telling me I show you much I love you, so hopefully this counts as one of those times.”

You nodded. It's absolutely one of those times.

Stephen stood and checked his watch - a cheap novelty watch that featured Spider-Man and was better suited for a pre-teen. You’d gotten it for him as cheeky little April Fool’s joke but he swore up and down that he loved it and wore it every day.

“It’s close to nine. Why don’t you have a juice bar, take some of the good stuff, and go to bed? I’ll put the groceries away and take care of everything else.”

Bed - with proper sleep! - sounded wonderful.

Okay.

“I brought strawberry and lemon flavors, since you apparently have the palette of my elderly neighbor Estelle.”

Don’t be a hater just because you’re a wuss when it comes to the nirvana that is lemon flavor.

“And I’ll make you Estelle’s recipe for chicken soup.” He pulled out two notecards. “Exactly the way she made it because I’d rather face Dormammu than her ghost haunting me for messing up her pride and joy.”

Oh that sounds good! The instant stuff just doesn’t cut it.

You enjoyed the frozen juice bar more than you’d enjoyed anything since you’d gotten sick. Then you took your dose of “the good stuff” under Stephen’s watchful - but not patronizing - eye. He pushed some water on you and helped you to bed. He even refilled your humidifier and tucked you in.

“Sleep well, Darling. I’ll be here in the morning, okay?”

You nodded. “Love you,” you mouthed.

“I love you, too.”

He left and shut the door behind him. For the first time in days, you were able to sleep peacefully.

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Chapter Seventeen: Fire (written for Zelinktines24 day 17 prompt)

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Tension wafts from Link in waves, and when the washing up is finished, he mutters a half-hearted goodnight and heads for the stairs. With a concerned chirrup Celeste springs from the nest she’s made in Zelda’s embroidery basket to follow him. Zelda remains frozen at the sink, the cloth forgotten in her hands. Usually after supper, Link builds a fire and they sit by the hearth reading, or Zelda sews while he whittles or cleans his weapons if he’s gone hunting that day. Zelda’s heart clenches at the change in a routine, she realizes now has become comforting, and a pleasant way to end the day.

A chill falls upon her, and shivering, she drops the cloth on the counter to retrieve Link’s cloak from the hook by the front door. Pulling it close around her, she breathes in the scent of him before moving quietly toward the stairs. She doesn’t know why she’s tiptoeing, as if walking on eggshells when Link surely can’t hear her from his room. Zelda imagines him sitting on his bed, with Celeste in his lap, gently stroking her behind the ears.

Placing one foot on the bottom step, Zelda hesitates. What will she say to him if she rushes up the stairs to his room? His disappointment when she told him she needed to think about destroying the secret stones nearly cut her to her core, but what was there to think about? In her heart, she knows he’s right. The stones are dangerous, but all she can think is that at the time she thought he was accusing her of misusing the artifact.

She can’t expect Link to understand that by possessing the secret stone, Zelda feels like she is somehow connected to Rauru and Sonia. Their ghosts may have faded away, but perhaps they still reside within the stone to guide her, like the sword's spirit guides Link. If she explains it to him that way…

Zelda shakes her head. No, he won’t understand because it’s very clear that Link intends to put the sword back on its pedestal and wash his hands of it once and for all. Zelda doesn’t think he will change his mind regarding that, no matter what she says. Worry churns in Zelda’s belly. What will happen to their relationship if she keeps the stone? Link is very understanding, but Zelda doubts he’ll forgive her any time soon, if ever, if she chooses the stone over his wishes.

Pattering at the window draws her attention as she moves away from the stairs, her heart aching. A squall has blown in from the sea, and she can see rain coming down in sheets outside. Far out over the ocean lighting flashes, but it’s too far away for it to be followed by the accompanying sound of thunder. It’s chillier in the drafty main room of their home and kneeling by the hearth, she takes the dull iron blade and flint from the tinder box. Her fingers tremble, either from the chill or Zelda’s fear she’s irrevocably ruined things with Link, and it takes several tries before she successfully lights the fire.

Settling on a cushion, Zelda reaches for her embroidering basket and takes out a half-finished purple blouse she’s working on to replace the clothes she lost. It’s painstaking work that she once detested but now finds soothing. As she works, she mulls over Link’s fear of losing her again. That’s something she can relate to, and try as she will, Zelda can’t stop the memory of leaving him closer to death than to life in the Shrine of Resurrection. Or the fear that had surrounded her when she hadn’t known if he’d survived the fall into the chasm. That dread had only been assuaged when the broken Master Sword appeared on the alter in the Temple of Time, and Zelda had sensed his presence across the centuries that separated them.

A stab of pain brings her back to the moment and looking down, Zelda sees a bead of blood welling up on the pad of her index finger. Sticking it in her mouth, she tastes the sharp tang of iron. It’s tangible proof that she’s alive, as is Link. Miraculously, they’ve been given a third chance. Zelda will be very foolish if she throws it away.

Thunder booming loudly overhead pulls her from her indecision, and a startled whinny outside is followed by a flash of gold streaking past the windows.

“Star!”

He’s always been skittish, running away at the slightest noise, but how did he get out? Zelda realizes in his distraction, Link has forgotten to close up the paddock for the night. His bedroom door crashes open and she hears his footsteps rushing down the stairs. She turns away from the window in time to see him strapping on his scabbard and quiver as he runs out the door into the stormy night.

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forever means forever [ hen wilson ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; you and hen have always been there for each other through thick and thin -- and one night, athena makes a comment about your friendship, and you couldn’t agree more

⋯ PROMPT ; [ platonic soulmates ] there are different types of soulmates, some are romantic, some are platonic, some are familial

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader -- mentioned to identity as non-binary, tw [ mention of homophobia // intentional misuse of pronouns ], platonic soulmates + general fluff [ platonic love, hugs + sweet moments ]

you had first met hen wilson after athena had invited her to join your group for dinner -- something you could tell that she had been apprehensive about doing, until athena had explained those at the table were all deemed ‘misfits’ in their respective fields.

and from the moment you introduced yourself, shaking her hand with a friendly smile, something told you that the two of you were going to be the best of friends. you were a firefighter just as her, stationed over at the 136, and had explained that the reason you had become the outcast in your house was due to how you identified. and it seemed your fellow firefighters weren’t willing to address you by the pronouns you used to identify with.

the two of you had instantly bonded, much to the happiness of athena, who was hoping the two of you would form a bond as she knew you had very little friends and family to relay on. 

after meeting, the two of you kept in touch, often running into one another when both of your houses would be called to the same scene. and you both were each others rock and shoulder to cry on when things would get difficult during both your work and personal lives.

there was something about the way you had both picked up on each others pet peeves, had been able to open up and go to the other for support, how quickly you both had accepted the other into your life, and how there never seemed to be an end to your conversations or shared humor. there was just something so homey and comfortable about your relationship with hen that it just made sense.

eventually, things slowly began to look up as hen’s captain was eventually replaced and your firehouse began to address you by your pronouns and bridging a friendship with you. that didn’t stop either of you from still reaching out and being there for one another.

your bond only strengthened over the years, the turning point when hen had asked you to be her bridesmate during her wedding to a wonderful woman named karen. you had also been a key figure in helping the both of them adopt the baby of hen’s previous girlfriend. in which you had later been named the godparent of the little boy.

and soon enough, once hen’s firehouse had finally secured a captain that was more than amazing, she had managed to convince both you and her captain that you needed to transfer over. your first day at the 118 had been nothing but amazing as hen was more than excited to have you closer to her.

the rest of the house could see the connection the two of you had, and there was no denying that both of you were made for each other, and put on this earth to make the other’s life just that more substantial and perfect. and that was something you both had felt as well.

you had been asked at one point by athena if you loved hen, to which you responded, “of course i do, but not in a romantic way. hen is my best friend, and the one person on this earth who’s been able to understand and love me for who i am. it’s a little hard to explain, but she’s everything to me, just like how i know i’m everything to her. guess you could say our souls are joined.”

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I will not disparage anyone who chooses to use such tools, however I prefer not to engage with the practise and will likely softblock people who use it, even if it is for RP. I am of the opinion that while it isn't capitalising off of others, it still continues to encroach upon their work by feeding prompts and references to AI.

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Obikin Bingo Master Post

Falling For Your Body and Soul

Prompt: 'Morning After'

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/44205403)

We thought our actions were innocent, born out of shared need and comfort. Now that innocence is fading, and our ignorance is no longer carefree. We’ve found ourselves thinking about all that we could be, and what our future should be. In which mistakes are made and carefully constructed glass houses shatter. What’s the endgame for you and me? Sequel to ‘Falling Deep Into You’.

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Suffocate Me (I'm Still Breathing)

Prompt: 'Dive Bar'

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/46136356/chapters/116145733)

Grief. Culpability. Anguish. There are many words to describe Obi-Wan’s current existence, but none of them manage to fully encompass the sheer depth of his struggle. He needs an escape, a way to punish himself, one he finds at the very bottom of his downward spiral, alone and apathetic to the consequences. This is how Anakin finds him.

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out of our hands

Prompt: 'Morning Sex'

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/48204940)

Obi-Wan is attached. Dreadfully attached, a blatant violation of the Code and one he is willing to overlook until it almost gets Anakin killed. In his intense remorse and guilt, he pushes Anakin away in a desperate attempt to both protect his former lover and cling to the Jedi Code. He should have known Anakin wouldn’t let that happen.

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Taste of the Divine

Prompt: 'Orgasm Denial/Delay'

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/48927022)

The day had seemed never-ending, filled with meeting after meeting and the infinite responsibilities of a wartime High General. Even Obi-Wan’s evening promised the sweet embrace of unrelenting work. Although, duty was the last thing on Obi-Wan’s mind when he laid eyes on what waited for him in his quarters. Or rather, who.

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the way you bend, the way you break

Prompt: 'Edge Play'

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/48927478)

Anakin has a deeply rooted, shameful fantasy of having power taken away from him, by force. Obi-Wan, the ever sedulous and equally incorrigible partner, shares this fantasy and indulges his lover.

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White Roses, Black Doves (ART)

Prompt: 'First Kiss'

(https://www.tumblr.com/dark--whisperings/725562060535185408/white-roses-black-doves?source=share)

Post battle, the adrenaline and heightened emotions of having to watch the other part of their soul in danger once again finally overwhelms them, and our favourite Generals are helpless but to succumb to their very first kiss.

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Those Eyes Like Fire

Prompt: 'Force Shenanigans'

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/49745020)

It was a blatant misuse of the Force, an all out pleasurable assault on his senses. While meditating alone in his quarters, during a night out in the lower levels of Coruscant, on the bridge of the Negotiator… there was nowhere Obi-Wan was out of reach of Anakin’s devastatingly hedonistic touch. Now, if only Obi-Wan could actually bring himself to care about eluding it.

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Ministry of Magic Monthlies | September: Love Languages, Words of Affirmation

Prompt: [Style] Letters

Read it on AO3

Summary: A series of letters exchanged by James Potter and Lily Evans in the summer break before 7th year.

Words: 2,951

Photo by Ranurte on Unsplash

Dear Evans

Dear Evans,

I hope this owl reaches you okay. Remus warns me your sister is getting married so there might be a lot of muggles about the house. I just wanted to write and check in with how you’re doing. The prophet is a bit scary these days and it can’t be easy for the likes of you and Mary having to read that. For all it’s worth the Minister thinks blood purity is a load of tosh, he won’t stand for the nonsense and violence this Voldemort bloke is spouting. Dad’s herd from friends in the ministry that arrests will be happening any day now for those muggle attacks.

If you ever need anything, please let us know.

Thinking of you, hoping you’re not too stressed with helping with wedding shit.

Potter.

Dear Potter,

I must admit I was surprised by your letter. I don’t usually receive owl post over break if I can avoid it as it upsets my sister. She thinks owls are unclean because they eat rodents and produce pellets. But it did brighten my day when yours unceremoniously dropped your letter into her bowl of pathetic slimming cereal.

I’m rather bored without my usual level of correspondence from the likes of Remus and the girls. Currently steering clear of everything wedding related as my sister doesn’t want me anywhere near it which is both a blessing and a curse.

I haven’t seen anything in the prophet as I postponed my subscription for the summer with all the random family coming and going. I can gather by muggle attacks though that it isn’t anything good, but I’m glad to hear that appropriate action in imminent and thank you for your concern for myself and Mary.

Kind regards,

Evans.

Dear Evans,

That explains why you don’t own an owl. Sorry in advance for this second one. Remus refused to give me your address so I can send you post the muggle way without your express permission.

Do you always write your letters so prim and proper? I swear you write like an old person.  No offense.

Three so called ‘Death Eaters’ were arrested yesterday. They are currently being held in Azkaban awaiting trial, so they certainly aren’t too comfortable right now. So that’s good news.

Why doesn’t your sister want you helping with her wedding?

Anyway, please send your address or give Remus permission to reveal it.

Potter.

P.S. Promise I won’t send dung bombs in the post.

Dear Potter,

You can tell Remus (or rather show him this letter, as I highly doubt he’ll believe you otherwise) that I give him permission to share my address with you. Under the guise that you will not send me dung bombs or any other paraphernalia of the sort via the muggle post. Mostly because I am confident that the Ministry would not be pleased to hear about you doing so, and I’m sure you would take a letter from the Misuse of Magic office very seriously, unlike detention. I’ll ignore the fact you said I write like an old person.

Pleased to hear about the arrests, can only now hope for conviction and not release I suppose. Marlene and Remus tend to be very careful about telling me anything negative, so I’m assuming I can trust you to keep me informed? I’m not in the wedding party so I don’t have any assigned duties. My sister and I don’t get along. She loathes anything to do with magic and if it weren’t for my parents paying for almost everything I wouldn’t even be invited to the wedding. She threw a fit at the mere idea of me being a bridesmaid, she’s even made the dresses this frilly thing with an awful colour to clash with my hair, so I quote “Don’t get any funny ideas”.

I’ll hear from you soon via muggle post, I’m sure.

Kind regards,

Evans.

Dear Evans,

Rest assured I would never do anything moronic via muggle post. I don’t need to find myself grounded for the summer and wand snapped. I’m told one stamp should suffice but if I receive no response I’ll add more.

Further reporting on the muggle attacks is very hush hush currently. Mum has speculated it’s because there’s still others to round up or they just wanna keep everything calm before they all go before the Wizengamot. I’ll keep you posted.

Sorry to hear you and your sister don’t get on. It’s much the same for Sirius with his brother (as I’m sure you’re already aware after the hexing incident) so I can sympathise.

Are you actually going to get to do anything fun this summer?

Potter.

P.S I have paid for a PO Box at the closest muggle post office. Remus suggested this would be easiest. See return address on envelope.

Dear Potter,

Your letter arrived perfectly fine; no further stamps required. Do they allow reporters to attend the trials? Or will they just publish the results after the fact? I’m not over familiar with wizarding law proceedings in that regard.

I’m very much familiar with the hexing incident considering it was me who reset Sirius’ broken nose if you’ll remember. We had a somewhat lengthy discussion on shit siblings in the aftermath and he brought brownies from the kitchens as a thank you for not setting his nose crooked. I really must get one of you lot to show me how to get into the kitchens this year (without detention I might add).

I have no definitive plans for the summer other than surviving it. I will visit Diagon Alley when supplies lists are posted so I will have the chance to catch up with the girls then. Mary is going to Spain in a couple weeks, but I don’t think the others will be going abroad. Not that Dorcas and Marlene mentioned before the holidays started anyway. Letters from the pair of them have been sporadic at best, they’re so lovesick with each other I’m amazed they’ve come up for air in total honesty. That’s the one thing I don’t miss about Hogwarts, hearing them giggling and snogging away at all hours.

What about you, any plans that don’t involve terrorising someone?

Kind regards,

Evans.

Dear Evans,

I can’t believe you sent your last letter full of glitter. Pure evil genius. I don’t know why I’ve never considered it. I’m still finding bits of it everywhere. Fair play, I didn’t know you had it in you. I’ve just done the same to Peter now you’ve given me the idea.

They allow reporters in the gallery, there will be one from the prophet at least and I imagine a few internationally. Two muggles ended up dead with several others critically injured, that sort of thing tends to get overseas attention as extensive memory charms were needed. Breaking the statute of secrecy is serious business.

You accidentally set a bloke’s nose wrong one time and you never hear the end of I swear. It’s not like I did it on purpose! I’d be happy to show you how to get into the kitchens, the house elves like me.

You know Evans if you did some snogging yourself you might not mind them doing it so much. Can confirm it’s generally speaking a good time. Would recommend.

I have an extra ticket to the Puddlemere United game on the 15th if you’re interested? It’ll be me, Sirius, Peter and Dad. The ticket was supposed to be for Remus except it’ll be moon time so he can’t make it. I imagine your house isn’t set up for floo. But if you can get yourself to Kingscross we could pick you up from there? No pressure either way just let me know. You’d have to get there by 11am. It’s only reserve teams so I can’t imagine the match lasting more than a day.

Potter.

Dear Potter,

I would love to escape this prison and join you for the quidditch match. I’ve actually never been to a professional game, so it’ll be a new experience and I’m sure far more pleasant than my house currently. Vernon (my sister’s pig of a fiancé) is here at the moment. He’s supposed to be sleeping in the spare room, but the banging of the headboard against by bedroom wall would suggest he isn’t sleeping alone. There’s only so many times I can be expected to bite my tongue and swallow my own vomit.

Do I need to be on the wizarding side of Kingscross? I only know Platform 9 ¾.

Kind regards,

Evans.

Dear Evans,

May I suggest your earmuffs? If they can keep out mandrake screams, I’m sure they’d block out bestiality. Can’t think of anything worse than having to listen to your sister shagging a pig. Though to be fair I’ve caught Sirius having a wank on more than one occasion. Same thing?

I can’t believe Marlene has never taken you to a game of professional quidditch. That’s really bad form. The wizarding side would make things easier, if you get yourself to 9 ¾ we will find you. Just stay by the wrought-iron archway. We will see you there at 11am on the 15th.

Let me know if anything changes in the meantime.

James.

Dear James,

Thanks again for the quidditch. I REALLY needed the breather. But did you really have to tell Peter the glitter was my idea? I would have been fine with you taking credit.

Earmuffs were a brilliant suggestion for at least blocking out the sound, if only it were possible to stop the vibrations. Thankfully the wedding went off without a hitch and the pair of them are now out of the house. See the photograph for aforementioned hideous bridal party dresses.

Mary wants to go surfing in Cornwall before the chilly weather sets in. Marlene and Dorcas are gonna come too. Do you and the boys wanna join us? We’re gonna pitch tents and stay for the weekend. We are gonna hire boards, but you’ll need to bring your own tents. Fair warning it’s no parental supervision, whether you disclose that fact to your folks is up to you.

Lily.

Dear Lily,

I am nothing if not generous and I never take credit where credit is due. Pete will get over it… eventually. As for the earmuffs, I’m full of brilliant ideas don’t ya know? Now that the wedding is over does this mean you can receive owls again? They’re much faster than muggle post.

Surfing sounds great, can’t be much more difficult than riding a broom. Boys are all keen and it’ll be good for Remus. Mum and dad don’t much care about the no parental supervision. We’re going into 7th year and will all be ‘adults’ soon. They can’t expect us to not take advantage of our last summer of youth.

James.

Dear James,

Owls are now perfectly safe. I can finally buy my own in Diagon Alley this year with no Petunia to complain. I’m so excited!

We’ve booked a spot at the Tollgate Farm Caravan and Camping Park. You can meet us there. It goes without saying it’s muggle, so don’t let Sirius apparate anywhere nearby! We are meeting Friday at 3pm.

Lily.

Dear Lily,

I can not tell you how nice it is to send an owl. Not that I minded muggle post too much, but the constant back and forth checking the PO Box was quite tedious.

Will have to do surfing again next summer when we can. I haven’t had such a good time as that in a long time. Though next time… definitely not having my tent so close to Marlene and Dorcas, or Sirius and Remus for that matter. I’ll take Pete’s snoring over listening to our friends getting off with each other any day. How Peter slept through it I will never know. How he didn’t know those two are lesbian still mind boggles me.  

On a more serious note, came home to find Hogwarts letters so I assume you got yours too? Please tell me you got head girl. No surprises really but I got the quidditch captain badge, but there was one I wasn’t expecting. Lily… I got head boy. Dumbledore’s lost his marbles. I wasn’t even a prefect. It should have been Moony. I feel bad that it isn’t him because he deserves the recognition for all his hard work. I’ve spoken to him about it and he’s fine with it, he says he would have found it too draining on top of his furry little problem. I see his point, but I don’t know if he’s just saying that to appease my feelings of unease about it. That’s a very Remus thing to do. Sirius says I’m being ridiculous. What do you think? Am I overthinking this?

So, we can now plan Diagon Alley trip. Ice cream, my shout?

James.

Dear James,

I got head girl so you’re in safe hands. I won’t lie to you. I’m surprised you’re head boy. Not because I don’t think you are leadership capable; you’ve obviously proved you are with quidditch, but only because you weren’t a prefect. I didn’t realise that wasn’t a prerequisite.

Remus is right. I think the responsibility would have been too much for him on top of N.E.W.Ts and everything else. We had a long chat while you and Sirius were still out on the last waves. I can honestly say he will be at peace with this and if anything will be a huge weight off his shoulders now that he knows. He’s been fearful of it. I think he’s a lot more afraid of this last year than he’s been letting on. He’s downplayed the furry little problem for so long I don’t think the bisexual thing is gonna be noticed if he doesn’t want it to be. But he is daunted about this being the last ‘safe’ year he’s got. It’s going to be a lot harder for him to find a job outside Hogwarts than us because of his furry little problem, unless something drastically changes by June. He shouldn’t have to register his status, he’s not a predator. Not in that way anyway. I’ve heard st Mungo’s is part of a clinical trial testing potions, Slughorn was talking about it with some medic at a party last year. She said some of the initial results have been promising and participants have been paid. I just pray he can get in and maybe find one that will help him with his transformations? I can’t think of anyone more deserving than him to actually be happy.

Congratulations on head boy truly, I realise I haven’t said that til now. It is a massive achievement and I’m sure you’ll be up to the task. Especially if we can manage to work together without fighting like cats and dogs like we have previously. I bet your parents are really proud.

I’m actually going to stay at the Leaky Cauldron the day before the train. I don’t want mum and dad to come see me off. Not with everything that’s going on at the moment. I got my subscription to the prophet renewed, I read that aurors will be posted at the station. I haven’t told them what it means to be muggle-born, the blood purity bollocks. I don’t want to scare them. I don’t want them to not let me go. I belong in the wizarding world. It’s my home now whether some people like it or not. That includes Petunia. She and Vernon get back from their honeymoon on the 31st. Mum and Dad agreed to collect them from the airport so it’s the perfect distraction for them. I’d be lying if I said Remus is the only one that’s frightened about this year ending….

Let me know about when we can go get ice cream. I’ve been craving Fortescue’s all summer.

Lily.

Dear Lily,

Please don’t stay at the Leaky alone. Not now. I know you’re a capable witch, but I wouldn’t sleep knowing you were there alone with all that’s going on with these nutters. You’re more than welcome to stay with us. I’ve already cleared it with Mum and Dad. We have lots of empty bedrooms, you can take your pick. Please say yes. If not with us than with Marlene, Mary, Dorcas, anyone.

I know this final year is daunting. But we’ve got to make the most of it. I promise to show you all the Hogwarts secrets I know. Especially now I know you won’t get me thrown in detention for it.

I’m going to Diagon Alley on Thursday. I’ll see you then.

Please seriously consider staying with us.

James.

James,

I’ll see you Thursday. I’ll think about it and give you my answer then.

Lily.

Dear Lily,

I’m glad you agreed to stay. Mum’s thrilled about the idea of another woman in the house to talk to. She’s already planning dinner. At this rate you’re going to have to come stay at Christmas or Easter… the woman won’t take no for an answer once she’s adopted a child. Just ask Sirius. We will be so full come morning someone’s gonna need to roll us onto the train.

I…I still can’t stop thinking about today. I didn’t plan it I swear. One minute I’m just watching you laugh and smile and the next? I’ve never felt a kiss like that. I hope it was the same for you too. And I really, really hope we can do it again.

I can’t wait to see you on the 31st.

James.

Dear James,

Tell Sirius he might need some earmuffs…

Can’t wait to see you too. Lily.  

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"Unveiling Digital Shadows: When Convenience Turns into a Privacy Nightmare"

Introduction:

In the digital age, where convenience often takes precedence over caution, we find ourselves entrusting sensitive information to various online platforms. A recent short clip shown in class shed light on the potential pitfalls of this convenience, narrating the story of a man attempting to order food online. Little did he know that the seemingly harmless act would unravel into a shocking revelation about the extent to which our personal data is vulnerable.

The Innocent Beginning:

The short clip commences innocently enough, with our protagonist excitedly pulling up his favorite food delivery app. The ease of use and the promise of a hassle-free experience have become synonymous with online food ordering. However, as the narrative unfolds, so does the tension in the clip.

The Creepy Twist:

As our character places his order, a series of eerie events begin to unfold. The person on the other end of the line seems to know more about the protagonist than he's comfortable with. From personal preferences to his home address and even recent purchases, the caller has access to an unsettling amount of sensitive data.

Unmasking the Threat:

The clip serves as a poignant reminder of the potential threats lurking in the digital shadows. Cybersecurity concerns often take a back seat when we're engrossed in the convenience offered by technology. In this case, the man's fury and disbelief mirror our own realization of the extent to which our personal information can be accessed and misused.

Privacy in the Digital Age:

This short clip becomes a gateway to a broader conversation about privacy in the digital age. It prompts us to question the security measures in place when it comes to our online activities. Are we inadvertently exposing ourselves to potential harm by simply trying to enjoy the perks of modern convenience?

The Call to Action:

It's imperative to equip ourselves with knowledge about online security, adopt safer practices, and demand better protection of our personal data from the platforms we trust. Educating ourselves about the potential risks involved in online transactions is the first step toward safeguarding our digital identities.

Conclusion:

The short clip about the unsuspecting man ordering food online serves as a wake-up call for all of us navigating the digital landscape. As we revel in the ease of online transactions, it's crucial to be mindful of the potential threats and take proactive measures to protect our privacy. This cautionary tale should not only make us more vigilant consumers but also encourage us to advocate for stronger cybersecurity measures in the ever-evolving world of online interactions.