#raymond oneshot

[cillianhead]

Give us thigh riding with Cill or Tommy, please 🙏🏻😮‍💨

Thank you nonny for this wonderful request <3

Lazy Sundays || Cillian Murphy x Reader

warnings: Smut, thigh riding, cursing, sort of exhibitionism (Cillian is on the phone while... reader rides his thigh), choking, Cillian being a little rough with reader, degradation, general adult content!!

18+ Minors DNI

The sun had barely risen when you woke up, and Cillian was nowhere to be found, which was unlike him so early in the morning. You frowned as you sat up, rubbing your sleepy eyes, and softly slipped out of bed to find your husband.

You found him at the bottom of the stairs, grumbling on the phone with someone. You assumed it was something work-related. You quietly padded down the stairs and sat down next to him with a gentle smile, still incredibly sleepy and wanting to go back to bed.

"Hey baby," He mouthed to you silently before grumbling something back to whoever was on the phone was. He wrapped an arm around him, pulling you into his side. You curled around his arm and nuzzled your face into his soft sleeve. "Thanks, Gary... bye, mate." Cillian muttered before hanging up the phone.

"Cillian..." You whispered with a pout. "Let's go back to bed... you promised a lazy Sunday today... and it's too early..." You winged.

"Sleepy girl," He chuckled breathily, leaning in and pecking you on the lips. You hummed happily at the little sliver of love he gave you. "Come on, darling... let's go back to bed." He extended a hand out to you as he stood up and you took it gratefully as you yawned dramatically.

Cillian gave you a gentle smack on your ass as you crawled into bed. "Why'd you do that?!" You whined.

"'Cause I can," He snickered, pulling the both of you under the covers and pulling you close to him, conveniently placing his thigh right in between your legs. "You're so beautiful." His voice was low and gravelly; he was still quite groggy from how early it was in the morning, and the low vibrations made you feel so fucking dizzy.

"Cillian..." You whispered as he slipped off his long sleeve shirt and ushered you to take yours off too.

"Morning sex?" Cillian asked as if you would say no. "Please, baby? Fuckin' had the nicest dream about you last night."

"Oh, yeah?" You grinned, the both of you fully topless and Cillian's thumbs rolling easy circles on your exposed nipples. "What happened in it-"

RING! RING!

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Cillian groaned, reluctantly pulling away from you slightly to reach over to his phone that lie on the bedside table. "It's from the same bloke... he's tryin' to arrange a time for an interview." You whined as he started to get out of bed.

"No... stay..." You clung onto him, digging your fingernails into his biceps. "I'll be good... I promise..." You gave him those eyes you knew he couldn't deny.

"Alright, just be quiet..." He said cautiously, laying back down as he brought the phone to his ear. "Hey, Gary... what's up? Somethin' wrong?"

As you zoned out of the conversation, scooting yourself slightly closer to Cillian, trying your best to seem as casual as possible. Cillian hummed as he discussed a time and place and chatted on the phone, not paying mind to the fact your thinly-clothed cunt was beginning to slowly grind itself on his thigh. Biting your lip, keeping in your whines as you looked up at Cillian, feeling incredibly flustered by how nice his thigh felt against your clit. You noticed the stubble that accumulated along his picture-perfect jaw and rolled your eyes into the back of your head as you found the perfect rhythm. He was so perfect; every part of him fit perfectly with you... or inside of you. No one else's thigh could get you off the way his do.

It took Cillian a few moments to realize what was happening, and by then, it was too late to stop you. He raised an eyebrow disapprovingly. You knew he couldn't say anything, which made you smirk. He could just push you off of him, and you'd stop, yet here you were, shuddering with pleasure as he flexed his thigh precisely to enhance the pleasure you were feeling. He kept talking nonchalantly, acting as if his hot wife wasn't fucking herself on his leg, acting as if he didn't have a raging boner that was begging to be touched. The man on the other end of the phone had not even the slightest clue that there was anyone else even in the room with Cillian.

"Sounds good," Cillian hummed. "Alright, yeah... see you then." And when he tossed his phone to the side (not before turning it completely off), he looked at you with a fire blazing in his eyes. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "I... don't know... what... you're talking about..." You said through tiny gasps.

"Yeah?" He quipped as he jolted his thigh right up into your pussy, causing you to let out a loud mewl. "Why the fuck is there a wet patch on me leg then? Hmmm?"

"Don't know... Cillian..."

He shook his head in disbelief before curling his fingers around your throat and pushing you down into the sheets until he was hovering above you, his hand still choking you firmly. "Such a spoilt whore," Cillian growled as he slipped your soaking panties down until you were entirely bare before him. "You couldn't even wait five minutes for me to get off the bloody phone."

"J-Just... I'm so horny..." You whined, voice high pitched, and your body writhed for any sort of touch as he held your thighs open. Your glistening hole was on display for him. It felt shameful and humiliating the way he was looking at you. Despite the fact he had seen you in every angle there was to be seen and had seen your vagina countless times, it still felt painfully vulnerable when he had you spread out like this. "Please..."

"I know," He soothed, running a finger down the smooth skin of your inner thighs. "You just can't help it..." He cooed, and you smiled at how sweet he was being. "Y'just so dumb and pathetic, aren't you? Can't think about anything except gettin' fucked when I'm around... know you can't help it, yer just a girl..." He whispered into your ear, and you were revelling in his words and gentleness until he placed a harsh and hard smack right on your poor clit.

"Fuck!" You cried, arching your back. "Why'd you do that?!"

"Don't pretend to be innocent, Y/N," Cillian muttered as he switched the position so you were straddled on top of his thigh. "Go on, ride my thigh." He demanded.

"But..." You slid your hands up his other thigh to where his cock fought with his trousers to be free. "I want you... inside of me..." "Too bad, eh?" Cillian smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yer not getting any help either, gonna have to do it all yourself... like a big girl." Cillian leaned back, a smug grin on his hauntingly beautiful face.

So slowly, feeling awfully embarrassed, you pressed your naked sex against his hairy thigh and began rocking yourself in slow motions. You closed your eyes, holding onto Cillian's waist for balance as you picked up the pace, moaning desperately for release.

"Look at the mess you're making," Cillian scolded with a 'tsk tsk', eyes fixed on the way you rubbed yourself on his thigh. "Gushin' all over me leg, you look so cute."

"Let me cum on your thigh..." You whined quietly, head hung low with shame as you felt your impending high coming closer and closer. "Please." "You're gonna cum already?" Cillian laughed condescendingly. "Go on then, give me a show."

You nodded and mumbled a sweet little 'thank you' before grounding your pussy even harder and faster into his sticky thigh until you found yourself trembling on top of him. His hands now reached out to you, guiding your hips along for you while you let yourself be swallowed whole by your orgasm. He knew you were too limp to do it yourself and even once you were done he kept rocking you back and forth with his hands, moving you like a puppet until you were begging for him to stop.

"Please... Cillian..." You cried, trying to raise your hips up to stop the torturous friction. "Please... it's too much." "Nuh-uh... want one more from ya... then I'll consider giving you my cock."

You squeezed your thighs tightly around his, clit aching from the sore friction and how overstimulating it was. Cillian was mesmerized by the way you looked, too busy watching the way his thigh grew wetter and wetter and the way your hips looked in his hands. It was the most beautiful sight to be seen... and with the added sound of your sweet moans of his name... he felt like he could cream his pants without even laying a hand on his cock.

"That's it, angel girl," He praised, bucking his thigh up into you harshly. "You look so pretty, so perfect, getting me all wet."

"Gonna cum... again..." You choked out, eyelids squeezed shut as you began convulsing.

"There we go, give it to me," He cooed, voice low and intoxicating. "Fuckin' hell," He could feel your cum leak out onto his thigh, it was almost a bit ridiculous how wet you got from him and how much of a mess you made. "Good girl... good girl... that's right."

You collapsed on top of him once he finally set you free. You panted, crawling up so your head was by his, and you kissed him gently. "Thank you... thank you... Cillian..." You whispered, all dazed and sleepy since it was still early in the morning.

"Not done with you yet," Cillian whispered, running his lips along your sensitive neck. "I think you've been good enough for a treat."

Your ears perked up at that and suddenly your eyes were no longer drooping. You sat up like an excited dog and looked at him with your head tilted. "What is it?"

"Gonna let you suck me cock," He grunted, slipping the band of his Calvin Klein briefs down until his hard cock laid flat on his stomach, oozing precum from his pinkish head. Your lips parted as you drooled at the sight and wrapped your fingers around his thick shaft. You were practically making heart eyes at it. "Don't act all shy on me now, love... go on... I know you know how to suck me off... now go on and do it, and I'll cum down your pretty throat."

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i listened to cry by cigarettes after sex on repeat while listening to this. i hope you enjoyed! it's short but i like it :-)

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x reader #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #cillian murphy oneshot #cillian x y/n #cillian murphy fanfiction #jackson rippner #raymond leon #jonathan crane

[make-me-imagine]

Bounty's and First Meetings

Plot: After learning of a bounty out on Raymond Smith, Y/n decides to warn him, hoping to save his life.

Prompts: "In case you haven't heard, there is a bounty on your head." "Is that why you're here? To kill me and take the bounty?" "No. I'm here to protect you." + “For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something.” <prompts altered slightly in dialogue

Requested By: @will-grammer

Pairing: Raymond Smith x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of guns. Since I tried my best to write this accurately in character and what-not, there is some swearing in it lol.

Words: 2.3k

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When one of your informants showed up at your door, you expected another tip about a robbery, or a potential scam by a competitor. What you were not expecting was the bounty put out on Raymond Smith.

"A bounty on who?" You asked, your interest piquing.

"I can't recall the name, but it's Mickey Pearson's man, his number one."

You felt your heart jolt in your chest, "Raymond Smith?"

"Yeah yeah, that's the one!"

"Do you know when this hit is supposed to happen?"

"Might be tonight, might be tomorrow, who knows?"

"You have anything else for me?"

"Nah, that's it" He smirked.

You let out a sigh as you thanked and ushered your informant out. You needed to contact Raymond, let him know what was happening. As you pulled out your phone you hesitated, fearing tipping him off on the phone might be too risky.

Quickly grabbing your keys, you headed out, you'd tell him to his face. Besides, it was about time you met him face to face.

You and Raymond Smith had known each other for quite a long time. You helped him out, he helped you, and eventually somewhere along the way, you became friends. You talked over the phone, text, email, everything except in person.

There were times you had almost met, but it never happened. Something last minute always changed the plan. You had met many of his associates, hell, you've even met Mickey Pearson himself, but you had still never met his notorious right hand man.

There was a constant curiosity between the two of you of what the other was like, in looks and in day to day life. Tonight, as you sped down the road fearing for his life, the same curiosity ran through your mind. Hopefully he wouldn't be too angry with you showing up at his house so late.

As you reached his house, you scoped out the area before walking up to his door. Ringing the doorbell, you took a step back, waiting with impatience and building tension.

A few moments later the door swung open, and the confused face of Raymond Smith appeared.

Your eyes scanned over him quickly, noting the perfectly slicked back hair, dark glasses framing blue eyes, and a nicely knit cardigan.

'Wow' your initial thought crept up on your without warning. 'Definitely wasn't expecting that' You admitted to yourself.

Looking down, you saw his hand hidden behind the door, and you assumed, naturally, there was a weapon in it.

'Always be cautious.' You recalled him telling you once.

"Who the fuck are you?" Raymond finally spoke after he took a long look at you.

You quirked your brow "Wha- Bitch, don't be rude. Is that how you treat all you guests?" You spoke with both an amused and irritated tone.

Raymond looked taken aback for a second before recognition crossed his face at the sound of your voice.

"Y/n?"

"Howdy." You said with a smile.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was laced with curiosity and confusion.

You rocked back and forth on your feet "Well in case you haven't heard, there is a bounty on your head."

Raymond adjusted his stance and smiled softly "Is that why you're here? To kill me and take the bounty?"

You rolled your eyes lightly "Good to know you think so highly of me. No. I'm here to save your life."

"Oh, is that so?" He said with amusement as he opened his door, motioning his head for you to come in.

Stepping into his foyer, you saw him set down the gun that he had hidden behind the door. You smirked, before you looked around.

"Nice place." You commented.

"Thank you. Drink?"

You shook your head "No, I'm good."

As Raymond began to poor himself a drink, you saw him eyeing you. You had a feeling you were both silently deciding what you thought about the other.

His eyes ran over you briefly as he poured his drink. You were definitely not what he was expecting you to be like, not that he was disappointed. Quite the opposite in fact.

Your behavior and general "look" in person seemed to pique his interest. Not to mention that you came all the way here to warn him of danger. He smiled softly to himself for a moment.

After he took a sip of his drink, he narrowed his eye "How'd you hear about the bounty?"

You noted the way he spoke, as you walked into the kitchen "An informant, same one that tipped me off about that guy going after Mickey's farms a few weeks back. So you already knew about the bounty?" You asked, having noticed he seemed unfazed by the information.

Coming around the counter, he stopped in front of you as he shoved one hand into his cardigan pocket and tilted his head. "Of course I do. I'm the one who made it."

Slowly blinking as you processed what he said, you spoke with obvious bewilderment "You what!?"

He smiled softly at your alarm "It's all part of the plan."

As he walked past you towards his dining table, you watched him with bewilderment.

"Care to expand on this plan?"

As he sat down, he motioned for you to sit as well. As you did, he began to speak.

"About two weeks ago, a hit man tried to kill both Mickey and his wife. Luckily they failed, but barely. The hit man escaped, and we don't know who called the bounty. So, I called one out on myself, hoping the same hit man shows up so I can find out more."

"You do realize there are multiple hit man looking to kill off anyone involved with Mickey Pearson? Meaning multiple hit men could show up here at any point?"

"I suppose that's true."

"Suppose? Are you an idiot?!" You asked with alarm.

“For the most part, I can in fact, be an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something.” He said with mild sarcasm and amusement.

You leaned back in your chair and closed your eyes, letting out a deep sigh. "And you decided sitting at home alone, was a good idea? Don't you have someone to watch your back?"

He smiled "Well that's why you're here isn't it? Or is that piece in your pocket for comfort?" Looking down briefly towards your inner jacket pocket, where you had your gun hidden, he met your eyes again.

You nodded lightly "Yeah, and you lucky I like you enough to want to save your life you jack ass. Please tell me you have more to this plan, besides just sitting around to be killed?"

He chuckled "Of course. We knew enough about the hit man that went after Mickey to make sure he's the only one who knew about the hit on me. So unless he's hankering for some competition, only one hitman should show up." He paused for a second "How'd you know where I lived anyways?"

"I know a lot more than you'd expect."

He smirked as your eyes locked for a few seconds as he took one last swig of his drink. Setting it down on the table, he continued to eye you as he tilted his head.

"I suppose that's why Mickey doesn't want you for an enemy. He likes to call you the 'Secret Keeper'."

You smiled softly, noting the curiosity that lingered beneath his gaze.

"A secret's worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept." You quoted softly.

He smirked "And yet you'd die poor if it mean betraying those whose secrets you keep."

You let out a soft laugh "You underestimate my determination to learn the secrets of my enemies and use them against them then."

"No, I've learned to stop underestimating you by now. I was referring to our secrets. Mine, Mickeys."

You shrugged your head "Friends are more important than secrets. Took too long for me to realize that."

You could feel his intense gaze burning into you as silence filled the room. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, you heard a noise outside that caused both of your instincts to kick in.

Your eyes locked, and a knowing glance passed between you as you both stood quietly, and crept towards the windows. As you peered out, your eyes landed on your car, where you saw a figure creeping by. Reaching into your pocket, your hand wrapped around the handle of your gun. As the figure looked around, you felt confusion wash over you.

"What?" You whispered to yourself, causing Raymond to look over at you.

You met his eyes "That's my informant."

He furrowed his brow "He followed you?"

You shrugged your shoulders just as something clicked in your mind. You looked back at your informant who peered into your car's window before looking around.

You looked over at Raymond "You said the only person who should know about the hit, is the hit man right?"

Raymond nodded before you saw realization flash across his face.

You looked out the window again "God dammit." Holding up your hand to Raymond telling him to wait, you made your way towards the side door.

He watched you with curiosity as you slowly crept outside. As you disappeared around the corner, worry crept over him.

Walking around the side of the house, you saw your informant staring at the house in front of him. Tucking your gun behind your back, you watched him closely.

"Toby!"

Your informant jumped a bit before he turned and looked at you. He smiled as he waved, quickly putting on a front you did not fail to notice.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, your voice laced with feigned curiosity.

"Damn Y/n, you scared me." He laughed "Look, after I told you about that hit on this Raymond guy, you seemed pretty spooked. I figured you were gonna gone after this to warn him, I was afraid you was gonna get yourself killed, so I thought I'd follow you. Ya' know, for backup, in case you need it!"

You rose your brow as you slowly stepped towards him "Well that's kind of you Toby."

He smiled and nodded as he looked around again.

"You looking for something Toby? Or maybe someone?"

"What?" He laughed softly as asked as he looked back towards you, clearly growing antsy.

"You know Toby." Your hand gripped your gun as you swung it out and pointed it at him "I don't appreciate being used."

Lifting his hands up he let out a nervous laugh "Woah woah, Y/n, what the hell?! What's going on here?"

As Raymond stepped out of the darkness behind him, gun draw, he spoke "Oh I think you know Toby."

You saw Toby's face fall as his hand's twitched. He swallowed before he locked eyes with you. "Too obvious huh?"

You shrugged your head "A bit."

"What now?" He asked, his voice low.

"Now, you have two options." Raymond began. "One, you try to take me out, and we kill you. Or two. You tell me who put out the hit on Mickey Pearson two weeks ago, and I let you live."

Toby let out a dry laugh "Doesn't sound like there's much in it for me."

"You mean besides living?" You asked dryly.

"Yeah, besides that."

"Alright, I'll tell you what. I'll sweeten the deal for you." Raymond spoke as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. "I'll transfer you the bounty money I promised for my death as well."

"The money you promised? He spun around and looked at him with bewilderment. Man you called the bounty on yourself?!"

You looked over at Raymond with a knowing look. Locking eyes with you for a moment, he shrugged lightly before looking back at Toby. "We got a deal or not Toby?"

Toby moved awkwardly on his feet for a moment as he looked from Raymond, to the phone in his hand, and back over to you.

"Damn." He whispered under his breath "Alright, but I ain't got no name, just a number."

"That'll work." Raymond said as he slowly lowered his gun.

Glancing at you, you nodded your head softly, signaling you still had his back until this was over.

You watched carefully, ready to act, just in case Toby changed his mind. You didn't let your guard down until Toby disappeared into the night and you and Raymond made your way back inside.

You sighed as you set you gun on the table "So much for me coming here to save you. Ended up leading the hitman right to you."

Raymond smiled "Well it worked out either way. I got the information I needed, well, enough of it anyways. And your informant's still alive."

"You mean the informant whose ass I'm kicking tomorrow?"

"I don't know, you might consider keeping in his good graces, he seems useful."

"Only if he doesn't take a bounty out on me."

Raymond's brows raised "You have a bounty?"

You shrugged "A few. But none with my actual name."

He shook his head with amusement and bewilderment. "You sure you don't want a drink?"

You smiled and shook your head as you grabbed your gun and tucked it back in your jacket.

"No, what I need is sleep." You smiled at him "Maybe I'll see you around Raymond, now that I know your face."

He smiled as he walked up to you "No need to be a stranger. Come by any time. I'll make you dinner." His smile curled a bit at the suggestion.

You rose your brow "You mean those wagyu steaks you brag about nonstop?"

"Yeah, I mean those."

You hummed as you turned and began heading towards the door "Sound's tempting. I may just take you up on that."

You turned back around as you opened the door, seeing Raymond still smiling at you "Please do." He said softly.

You smiled and bowed your head lightly as you left, your heart beating a bit faster than it was before. And not because of the near-assassination attempt you narrowly avoided.

Dinner with Raymond Smith? That was definitely something to tempting to refuse.

xx End xx

This was my first time writing for Raymond, so apologies if it's a bit dry. I'm hoping to write for him again soon (maybe the dinner part??? idk lol)

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @imaginesfire, @onuen, @witchygagirl, @alexxavicry

Raymond Smith Taglist: @will-grammer

If you want to be tagged in any future Raymond fics let me know :)

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[ace-of-spaders]

Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneakin' in

Lizzington oneshot, 3B AU; Liz wakes up rested for the first time in a week but finds her daughter's crib empty.

For the first time in a week, Liz woke up feeling rested.

( Red had gone away on a business trip, and though Liz assured him she and Agnes would be just fine, she quickly realized she overestimated her capabilities or underestimated how big of a help Red usually is )

Taking her time stretching with her eyes still closed against the sun shining through the gap in the curtains, Liz finally turned to check on her baby girl... and her smile dropped along with her heart – the crib was empty.

Panic rising swiftly – someone took her baby!, how could someone take her baby with her just feets away?!, was the kidnapper still in the flat?, oh she's a terrible mother!.. – Liz already had her hand around the handle of the gun under her pillow, ready to haunt the one that took her baby down and rain hell upon them, when her eyes focused on a familiar object sitting on her nightstand that definitely wasn't there when she went to bed.

A brown fedora.

Liz took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling herself begin to calm – Red must have come home earlier than expected and found Agnes fussing so he took her to the living room to let Liz sleep, like he usually does – but didn't release the gun just yet, her strung up nerves not that easily soothed.

She strained her ears to hear what was going on in the living room – Agnes' babbling, or Red's voice, or his footsteps ( their daughter hit the phase in her life when she could barely tolerate it when her parents sat down while carrying her, needing them to be in constant motion ) – but the whole flat was eerily silent.

Trying not to lose it the second time – Agnes could have fallen asleep – Liz got up, gun in hand, and quickly but quietly moved to the living room...

...and the sight that greeted her finally made her not only relax, the hand with the gun falling lax by her side, but smile, warmth blossoming in her chest and misting her eyes.

The Concierge of Crime, the FBI's Fourth Most Wanted, the most famous, prolific and dangerous criminal of the 21st century Raymond Reddington was lying on her couch, his eyes closed and chest rising and falling in the slow, relaxed fashion of deep sleep, with his vest and shirt unbuttoned and Agnes lying on her tummy on his bare chest and stomach, her tiny fist closed around a handful of his chest hair. One of his hands was cupping her downy head, the other her tiny bottom, his position oozing protectiveness even in sleep.

Liz blinked quickly to get rid of the tears welling in her eyes at the sight – her dream come true, the perfect picture of the little family she always longed for – and put her gun down on the kitchen island before moving to perch herself on the edge of the couch beside Red's thighs, careful not to wake either members of her precious family.

For long minutes, she just watched them sleep, finding something incredibly soothing and satisfying in watching the relaxed, metronome rhythm of Red's breathing, Agnes moving slightly up and down on his chest along with it, and knowing without any doubt that the love of her life and their child were safe and sound and happy beside her.

Then, when the feeling swelling in her chest got too big to hold in, she leaned down a bit towards Red and layed a careful hand on his arm while calling his name quietly to wake him without startling:

"Raymond..."

He stirred at once, momentarily tensing, but almost immediately she felt his muscles relax and it took him a few moments to open his eyes, blinking bleary-eyed up at her as a man coming out of a deep sleep.

( And the idea that she and her little girl made him feel so safe, so at home that he could sleep deeply as opposed to almost painfully light sleep she watched him have a number of times during the early years of their relationship, then – just professional, and especially the months they were on the run, made her feel incredibly proud and satisfied, more than any professional achievement she had at work )

Once she was sure he was awake – once his eyes focused on her face and she watched a slow smile dawn on his face, of the genuine and warm variety that were reserved only for his family: her, Agnes, Dembe, Kate... and a couple of the closest associates/friends, on occasion – she smiled and let the feeling out in the form of one tiny and yet impossibly big, especially for them, sentence:

"I do love you."

And then she closed the remaining gap between their faces to kiss him and feel more than hear him saying "I love you, too, Lizzy" in between slow, deep, hungry kisses, the phrase rumbling softly in his chest as she slipped her hand up his arm to cup his cheek and then head and he shifted slightly to keep their little girl secure on his chest with one hand so he could slip his other hand into Elizabeth's lush hair, their kisses growing more heated....

...until Agnes began to squirm, apparently not liking the fact that all attention of her parents was aimed at each other, and let out a hearty wail, making her parents startle and part, laughing, and then her mother scooped her up from her father's arms and let her have her breakfast while her papa watched them with that expression on his face he usually has when he's looking at them, that smile and his eyes glistening slightly, and raised his hand to rest it against mama's arm that cradled her and Agnes finally settled down...

because all was right in her world.

#lizzington #raymond reddington #elizabeth keen #agnes keen #agnesgate #lizzington fic #lizzington oneshot #my creations #my writing #my fics #just a little one shot I cooked up after spending the whole day watching over my good friend's baby

[coolandspicy]

Tumblr Catboy Polls: Round 2!

Well a week has passed and though many of my best boys were lost in the good fight and had to be put outside in cardboard boxes while it rained--democracy must continue and so I am once again asking you to make your voice heard.

1 vote = 1 head pat

Ichimatsu Matsuno (Osomatsu San) VS Zacharie (OFF)

Raymond (Animal Crossing) VS Miya Chinen (SK8 the infinity)

Ikuto Tsukiyomi (Shugo Chara) VS Niko (Oneshot)

Kyo Sohma (Fruits Basket) VS Nico the Catboy (Adventure Time)

#osomatsu san #off zacharie #acnh raymond #sk8 the infinity #shugo chara #oneshot #fruits basket #nico the catboy #its anyones game. or is it

[persephone411]

Oneshots

Ordinary life (John Wick x Reader) Dad‘s best friend, sexual tension, oral (male receiving)

The Cellist (John Wick x Reader) Musician!reader, Smut, Dominant!John

The Cabin (John Wick x Reader) Dark!John,Smut

Imagines

Imagine laying on John wicks chest (John wick x Reader, fluff)

Imagine sucking John Wick off (John Wick x reader smut)

Imagine waking up with Jax Teller (Jax Teller x reader fluff)

Headcanons

Raymond Smith as a Dom

#My fics #John wick #John wick x reader #my images

[layton-love]

cape

desmond sycamore/jean descole x reader oneshot. gen neutral reader. sfw. tons of fluff. established relationship.

     You miss him terribly when he's gone.

     The hours feel like an eternity when you're waiting for your love to return. Whether he's giving a seminar to the esteemed individuals in the archaeology community under his professor persona or working in the shadows as Jean Descole, you miss your brilliant and artful lover. Today, however, is the former of those two scenarios: Professor Desmond Sycamore is holding a meeting in London to discuss some business with his peers in the field. You knew before you'd even started a relationship with him that he is a busy man and of course you understood; you'd never held it against him. However, it didn't change the loneliness that gnawed at your heart in his absence.

      Thus, you found an alternative means of providing yourself some comfort...

     It was late in the evening when Professor Sycamore began climbing up the stairs of the airship. He was heavy laden with books, paperwork, and exhaustion. The meeting had taken far longer than he'd intended, and then of course those imbeciles simply insisted on dragging him out to some miserable luncheon. The food was sub-par, the company was insufferable, and the weather was grim. Naïvely, he'd thought to escape once he'd partaken in the wretchedly mediocre meal, but then they'd wanted his expert opinion (of course he's an expert, which meant that it should be obvious that he was far too busy for their foolish nonsense!) on some “revolutionary” (“Hardly!” he scoffed inwardly) “new” (he'd heard of it weeks ago) unearthing of an ancient art piece that had recently been transferred to the London Museum of Historical Peoples.“

      Ah, master! I was wondering when you'd return. I fear your midday, afternoon, and evening tea has long since gone cold. I will put a fresh pot on at once.” Raymond greeted him as soon as he'd entered the Bostonius. Heaving a long-suffering sigh of exhaustion, Sycamore shook his head.

     “No need, Raymond. This day has been a near-complete and tremendously fiendish waste of my time. I have had a long and wretched experience with those bougie nitwits, though I was at the very least able to convince them to invest in my work. Unfortunately it gave them the impression that I would be interested in mingling; their hunger for gossip is almost as severe as their appetite for below-average fast food. There are only so many rounds of soggy chips and half-frozen fish fingers I can take,” He growled out with pain, “In any case, I am most certainly not about to allow them any room for shoving their big buffoon noses into my personal business! No matter, though... The day is done, and soon we'll be off elsewhere, far far away from these imbeciles. I have much more important business to attend to than entertaining their small minds. For the moment, however, I only wish to lie down for at least an ounce of peace. I'm utterly spent,” The archaeologist haphazardly abandoned his burdens onto a nearby table, too tired for further ranting, “If you would sort these for me, it would be much appreciated.”

     Raymond nodded, uttering a quick, “Right away master,” as he immediately moved to engage the task.

     Desmond massaged his face, exasperatedly looking around the room. His expression was strained, his gaze searching. Something very important was missing from this scene. Something he'd been looking forward to seeing all day.

     “Where has my dearest gone off to then?”

     “They retired to your room several hours ago, master. They've been rather mournful for your company all day.” Answered the butler honestly.

     Desmond clicked his tongue, “This won't do at all. I shan't keep them waiting any longer. Thank you, Raymond. Goodnight.”

     “Peaceful rest to you, master.” The older gentleman turned to him and bowed respectfully, bidding the professor adieu as he scurried off to your shared bedroom.

     Quietly, Desmond pushed the door open, peering into the darkened room. Opening the door further, the light from the hallway spilled in, bathing your sleeping form in a warm glow. The man in the doorway stared for a moment. He could feel his irritated expression melting almost immediately as a long, slow exhale left him. The tension also began slipping away from his chest and muscles as he took in the sight of you, gaze softening with love. You were curled up on the bed, hair all a mess, your face buried in the blanket-

     Wait...

     Desmond squinted, eyes narrowed in suspicion. That... wasn't a blanket...

     You were wrapped in his cape.

     How had you found that??

     Not only that, but the fur scarf too, now that he looked harder. You were using it as a pillow, a small smile on your face as you nuzzled into the fluff of it. Leaving the door open for the light to see by, he approached your side of the bed, looking you over with his hands on his hips. You'd abandoned the Jean Descole persona's hat and mask on the nearby dresser, evidently pilfering only what you could comfortably sleep with. Desmond couldn't find it in himself to be cross with you. After all, Raymond had mentioned that you'd been missing him particularly badly... The longer he looked you over, the more his heart melted. He felt almost sick with adoration for you, like butterflies in his stomach. Ever so gently, he leaned down, reaching his fingers toward your face. With a featherlight touch, he lovingly brushed aside the strands of hair from your features, tucking them tenderly behind your ear. You let out a breathy hum at his touch, the sweet lilt of your sleeping voice buzzing in his brain.

     “Oh, my dear, my love...” He whispered, devotion seeping from his words like a lovestruck poet. He could feel his face heating up from his neck as he looked upon you. From now on, he'd be certain to terminate any future attempts at waylaying him from returning home to you in a timely manner. Nothing was going to get between him and moments like these... certainly not wastes of space like his coworkers.

     Desmond shook his head. No need for such things to consume his thoughts any longer. Not when he had you right there in front of him. A dreamy sigh escaped him as his lips curled up in a warm smile, unable to pry his gaze from you. His sweetest delight, his perfect partner. Oh, how he loved you. He looked you over, his gaze trailing across the cape that was wrapped so snuggly around you, gracefully outlining the form of your body. Even the darkest parts of him weren't able to resist your enchanting light, he let out a small huff of a laugh as his fingers traced the article where it met your form. You'd foregone the warmth of the bedclothes, the sheets and blankets still made up neatly beneath you. The only thing keeping you warm was that blasted cape.

     What that cape stood for never seemed to bother you. You accepted both sides of him equally, happy to love every square inch of his being, his identity. At first he'd wondered if it was naïvety, sheer innocence, or perhaps even ignorance, but no. As time went on, he slowly began to realise that it was nothing of the sort.

     You understood him.

     Understood the depths, the pain, the darkness that swirled and crashed and raged within him. You listened, you observed, you thought. You cared. The two of you were different kinds of people, there was no denying this, this much was a mutual understanding. Even so, you found it within yourself to trace every jagged edge of his being and memorise it, understand it, figure out what it was and why it was there. Despite the monumental amount of hideous history behind him, you stood before it with an unabashed determination, even when he kicked against your efforts.

     Desmond couldn't even begin to grasp why you stayed, why you persisted in your endeavour. He felt that you were wasting your time. He fought, wrestled, warred against himself in regards to your affections. He wanted it so badly, wanted your love, wanted to feel your arms around him – but it was a blow in the face to everything he'd worked for, wasn't it? A distraction. An obstacle between him and his goals. He'd resigned himself to living for one purpose for so long. Ultimately, it was Raymond who'd actually convinced him, evidently sick of watching him tear himself in half over his - at that point utterly undeniable - affections for you.

     “It's like I can't breathe. I feel as though I'm drowning,”

     “It's called falling in love, master. I'm afraid there's no cure, but it will get better with time, I assure you. You need only to let it in and stop trying to kill it. The more you try, the harder it fights back.”

     He felt he'd never be able to thank him enough. How close he'd come to losing you. To losing this.

     His hand curved around your cheek, hovering there as he sat next to you on the edge of the bed. You looked so peaceful... He didn't want to wake you up, but alas, his selfish side won out on this decision; surely you could spare just a few minutes of sleep in order to direct that breathtaking expression at him? To just let him hold you in his arms...

     “My love...” He whispered, stroking your cheek, “I'm home now.” Leaning all the way down, he placed a kiss on your forehead. As he pulled back, he hovered just a few inches from your face, whispering your name as he rubbed his thumb across your cheekbone. With a small hum, your eyes fluttered open, blinking sleepily.

     “Mmm... Hmm... Desmond...?” You muttered, half-awake.

     “It's me, my darling. I'm here. I see you've made yourself rather comfortable with my cape while I was away, hmm?" He purred. He couldn't help himself but to lightly tease you. It must be a testament to his villainous nature, he figured, to be able to do that to a sweet thing like you. Was he Desmond or was he Descole right now? He truly couldn't tell anymore. You blurred the lines for him, but it was in such an intoxicating way, he found that he no longer minded.

     “Desmond,” You repeated his name, relief heavy in the sound of it, sending shivers up and down his spine and a new wave of butterflies into his gut. You moved to sit up, and he leaned back to give you room. “I'm so happy you're home, I've missed you so much,” With that, you peeled the cape off of your upper half, freeing your arms in order to throw them around him. He welcomed your tight embrace, your face buried in the curve of his neck as he engulfed your form into his own arms. He couldn't restrain the happy, breathy laugh that left him as he caught you into his hold, pulling you up into his lap, as close to him as possible. He removed his glasses, tossing them onto the nightstand before his hand quickly found its place on the back of your head, fingers entwining with your hair as he gently moved you to look at him. Pressing his forehead against your own, he looked into your eyes - into your beautiful, gorgeous, hypnotic eyes - before pressing a desperate, needy kiss to your lips. You felt him kick out, hearing both of his shoes hit the ground and roll across it haphazardly, as he drew his legs up onto the bed.

     He pressed forward, deepening the kiss, his hands roaming and up down your back, in your hair, seemingly everywhere at once. He finally simply grabbed onto you, pulling you with him in his surprisingly strong arms as he changed positions, his back against the pillows and the headrest of the bed, legs stretched out. Desmond broke the kiss for a moment, taking a breath. Looking at you, his eyes were glossy, hazy with the heat of the moment, an adorably wobbly smile on his face. His hand came up to cup your cheek as he pressed another kiss to your lips, this time much slower, sweeter, more methodical. A perfect fit, a perfect feeling. His lips were soft like the touch of his hands, though strong and loving. Full of want that he wouldn't usually let himself verbalise. Chest-to-chest, face-to-face, one of your legs wrapped around his, you could live in this moment forever. How lucky you felt, how on top of the world. He finally pulled away, needing air again.

     He watched you for a moment more before whispering back a belated but wholly honest reply, “I missed you too.”

#professor layton x reader #professor layton spoilers #professor layton #professor layton series #jean descole #jean descole x reader #desmond sycamore x reader #desmond sycamore #professor desmond sycamore #my writing #my oneshots #my drabbles #my fics #my fanfic #also on ao3 #canon x reader #x reader

[catboy-showdown]

Bracket H Round 1 Winners

Matchup 1: Hugh from Pokémon vs Randy Jade from Dialtown

Matchup 2: Near from Death Note vs Niko from Oneshot

Matchup 3: Gumball Cookie from Cookie Run vs Gumball Watterson from The Amazing World of Gumball

Matchup 4: Nico the Catboy from Adventure Time vs Meta Knight from Kirby

Matchup 5: Lisa Simpson from The Simpsons vs Kano from Kagerou Days

Matchup 6: Stanley from The Stanley Parable vs Rei Suwa from Buddy Daddies

Matchup 7: JP from Craig of the Creek vs Sigma Klim from Zero Escape

Matchup 8: Raymond from Animal Crossing vs Laurance Zvahl from Minecraft Diaries

#catboy showdown

[salt-is-a-terrible-currency]

Masterlist

Updated 2022-05-11

Link to my AO3 account

* indicates a completed work

Fandom: Dune

Oneshot: The Warmaster's Wife (Explicit, Gurney Halleck x f!reader) *

Oneshot: Enamoured (Mature, Gurney Halleck x f!reader) *

Oneshot: I've got you (Explicit, Gurney Halleck x f!reader) *

Oneshot: Does your mother know? (Explicit, Gurney Halleck x f!reader) *

Fandom: Deadpool

Oneshot: Short-circuited (Explicit, Nathan "Cable" Summers x f!reader) *

Fandom: The Gentlemen

Drabble: Slow and Proper (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: Languid (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: Dinner first (Mature, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: The night(mare) before Christmas (Teen and Up, Raymond Smith x gn!reader) *

Drabble: Clubs and Collars (Mature, Raymond Smith x gn!reader) *

Drabble: Drowsy (Explicit, Raymond Smith x  f!reader) *

Drabble: Apex (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: I'm wearing yours (Mature, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: Heat limit, part 1 (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: Heat limit, part 2 (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: In control (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: Fit (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader)*

Drabble: Breaking a sweat (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: Edge (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: Safe (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: Pretty in purple (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: Swallow (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: Do you have to? (Explicit, Raymond Smith x plus size f!reader) *

Drabble: Yes, chef (Explicit, Raymond Smith x gn!reader) *

Drabble: Appreciate beauty (Mature, Raymond Smith x plus size f!reader) *

Drabble: Quiet (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: Pretty when you cry (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: Can't leave you (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: Soap, lotion- (Mature, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: Needy (Explicit, Raymond Smith x short busty f!reader) *

Drabble: Timid (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Drabble: Mine (Mature, raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Oneshot: Sweet dreams (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Oneshot: Fast asleep (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Minific: Just a little rub (Explicit, Raymond Smith x f!reader) *

Series: The Hunter and the Consigliere (Explicit, Raymond Smith x OFC, The Mandalorian crossover)

- a completed main fic as well as oneshots and other related works

Fandom: The Mandalorian

Drabble: Domesticity (Teen and Up, Din Djarin x gn!reader) *

Drabble: Pretend for me (Explicit, Din Djarin x f!reader, a follow up drabble to Suggestion) *

Drabble:Like this? (Explicit, Din Djarin x gn!reader) *

Drabble: Not much for smalltalk (Explicit, Din Djarin x f!reader) *

Oneshot: Halfway point (Explicit, Din Djarin xf!reader) *

Oneshot: Remedy (Teen and Up, Din Djarin x gn!reader) *

Oneshot: Uj'ayl (Explicit, Din Djarin x f!reader) *

Oneshot: Tell me what you like (Explicit, Din Djarin x f!reader) *

Oneshot: Patience (Explicit, Din Djarin x f!reader) *

Minific: Suggestion (Explicit, Din Djarin x f!reader) *

Minific: I see you (Explicit, Din Djarin x f!reader) *

Fic: Heavy in your arms (Explicit, Din Djarin x nicknamed f!reader)

Series: The Hunter and the Consigliere (Explicit, Din Djarin x OFC, The Gentlemen crossover)

- a completed main fic as well as oneshots and other related works

Fandom: Narcos

Drabble: Mint green vase (Mature, Javier Peña x f!reader) *

Drabble: Soft and Pliant (Explicit, Javier Peña x f!reader) *

Drabble:  Dinosaur (Mature, Javier Peña x f!reader) *

Drabble: Birthday presents (Mature, Javier Peña x f!reader) *

Drabble: Fudge (Mature, Javier Peña x f!reader) *

Oneshot: I don't mind, bebita (Explicit, Javier Peña x f!reader) *

Oneshot: Three course meal (Explicit, Javier Peña x f!reader) *

Series: Javier x Aurora 

- a fic presented in the form of oneshots

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Drabble: Comfortable (Explicit, Frankie "Catfish" Morales x f!reader) *

Oneshot: Constellations (Explicit, Frankie “Catfish” Morales x f!reader, Will “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader with a sprinkle of poly vibes) *

Oneshot: In equal measure (Explicit, TF boys x f!reader, a follow up oneshot to Constellations) *

Oneshot: Blue Eyes, Brown Eyes (Explicit, TF boys x f!reader, a follow up oneshot to Constellations and In equal measure) *

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Fic: To Make the Gods Take Notice (Explicit, Arya Stark & Ivar the Boneless, Vikings crossover)

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Drabble: Fireflies (Teen and Up, Tony Stark x f!reader) *

Fandom: Vikings

Oneshot: The king’s little helper (Explicit, Ecbert x f!reader) *

Oneshot: I still remember her (Teen and Up, Unspecified Ragnarsson x f!reader)

Fic: To Make the Gods Take Notice (Explicit, Arya Stark & Ivar the Boneless, Game of Thrones crossover)

Series: Ivar x Ylva

- a collection of drabbles, oneshots and fics all revolving around Ivar Ragnarsson and Ylva Geirrsdottír

Series: Keeping Promises - Darkest timeline *

- a horrible twist on the events of Keeping Promises, the main fic of the Ivar x Ylva series

Series: Ivar x Fredrika

- a collection of drabbles, oneshots and fics all revolving around Ivar Ragnarsson and Fredrika Eriksson, most of them in a modern setting

Series: Modern AU

- a collection of oneshots and minifics in a modern setting. Some of the works also feature Tom Hiddleston but I no longer write real person fiction

Series: Ivar

- a collection of works revolving around Ivar the Boneless

Series: Sons of Ragnar

- a collection of works revolving around Ivar, Hvitserk, Ubbe and Sigurd

Series: Harald Finehair and Halfdan the Black

- a collection of works revolving around Harald Finehair and Halfdan the Black

Series: Hvitserk

- a collection of works revolving around Hvitserk Ragnarsson

Series:Five days of Smut *

- a series of oneshots that I wrote as part of a special event on my blog. Each oneshot has one of the following characters: Ivar, Ubbe, Sigurd, Hvitserk, Ecbert

#the mandalorian masterlist #narcos masterlist #the gentlemen masterlist #dune masterlist #deadpool masterlist #triple frontier masterlist #vikings masterlist #game of thrones masterlist #mcu masterlist

[burnyouwithacigarettelighter]

do you have any upcoming works? (also i ADORE your neil fic!) 💕

omg ur so kind tysm for reading🫶 as for upcoming works, i have a smut blurb for chris o’doyle (free fire) that i wanna tweak into a full length oneshot, some of a smutfic written for jonathan breech (on the edge) which im kinda on the fence abt considering the movie has rly sensitive themes (lmk if that’s something you guys want anyway) and an idea or two rattling around in my head for william killick, robert fischer, and raymond leon. thank u again for reading!!!

#burnyouwithacigarettelighter

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

The Joker in the Court: The Mayor of Townsville, Blossom Utonium meets with a certain someone at an interview of becoming a summer camp counsellor. Is he a supporter of Sandra's ideals or is he a foe who wanted to crushed Sandra's passion project?

Other people's characters:

Sandra Possible and Damon Drakken belong to @ej-cappy-universe

A Monster defy Others' Fate: After failing an interview, Hannibal tried to give a suggestion to a selected camp counsellor by giving him a demonstration through combat, and boy it went wrong.

Other people's characters:

Ethan Corduroy (mentioned), Travis Mystery, Melina Mystery, Dorothy Barnes, and Sandra Possible belong to @ej-cappy-universe

Morgan Morningstar and Haruko Fife (mentioned) belong to @aprilbrowines

Javelin belongs to @hotsassbacon

Athena Jojo belongs to @cooltmoney95

Tinker old wounds: A glimpse in Hannibal's past after everything went down. In the present, Hannibal is enjoying a moment with a certain alien child and afterward spend time with a friend from his past.

Other people's characters:

Travis and Melina Mystery belong to @ej-cappy-universe

Karin the Revonnahgander belongs to @aprilbrowines

Wisp belongs to @hotsassbacon

Anty Diamond and Misty Universe belong to @cooltmoney95

Troll-Hunting, Slugslinging, and Beast-Protecting: This next story is a blend with a two timeskips, and one of them is an epilogue. Hannibal decided to not try to find a way to get the summer counsellor position, and just moves forward with his life and try to find other ways to spend in the summer. During a break after finishing an errand for himself, he discover a troll carrying around odd creatures from a conversation of a few black guild members, monster hunters who are taking interest in hunting them down.

Other people's characters:

Javelin (mentioned) belongs to @hotsassbacon

Anty Diamond (mentioned), Candy Nguyen (mentioned), Keith Mystery (mentioned), and Panacea Spiderbite (mentioned) belong to @cooltmoney95

Ethan & Serpent Corduroy, Sandra Possible, Raymond Pedrosa (mentioned), Damon Drakken, and Travis Mystery belong to @ej-cappy-universe

Clay's Unnamed Chemical X Super Kid (mentioned) belongs to @princekaistar/@princekaiofstars

Karin the Revonnahgander belongs to @aprilbrowines

Hello, these are four Cappyverse stories I made. It was supposed to be one story showing an interesting take on the Synonymous process, but I wrote three more stories along the way showing the aftermath of the interview. At first, I was shy in posting most of my Cappyverse One-Shots on Tumblr and preferred to share it only on Discord and waits for more chapters of the main storyline to be post on @ej-cappy-universe's tumblr page, but thanked to @aprilbrowines, I decided to post possibly all of them here. I hope you all enjoy them.

#cappyverse #morgan morningstar #hannibal zomboni #travis mystery #sandra possible #damon drakken #dorothy barnes #melina mystery #panacea spiderbite #anty diamond #misty universe #athena jojo #javelin #wisp #ethan corduroy #haruko fife #Janaya A. Bloodworth-Thomason #Karin the Revonnahgander #Data-2521 #Seabroc #Norvell #Agrippa Zane #Candy Thompson #Raymond Pedrosa #next gen #cappyverse: human dragon conflicts obscure in a peaceful supernatural communities

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Howdy love 37, 40, 27 and 28 (and if youre eyeballing one and someone hasnt prompted you yet, do that)

oh my GOD BLUE I DIDN'T SEE THIS BEFORE i am ashamed i am melting into the floor i am so sorry ily please forgive me

27. How do you feel about collaborations? I love reading them, but I've rarely broached actually actively writing them. I think the closest I've gotten is with dear Mags with our BishBrat posts.

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

I mean you're on that list, Blue. Obvs. You brilliant lovely prolific maverick.

Also @massivecolorspygiant. Mags is an absolute darling and her fics make me wanna nom everyone she writes for. I don't think she means to write them so biteably but...She does.

Also also @charnelhouse. The variety? ? The molten hot smut? ? The angst? ? The feels? ? Iconic.

I'm adding a cut here for 37 and 40 'cause the answers are gonna be....Long

37. Talk about your current wips.

Oh......Hoookay.

Well there's Kinktober, which has been a wild ride. I'm doing my best not to repeat characters so I'm writing for 31 different characters. I'm still shuffling things about in my spreadsheet.

The main fics I'm posting right now are If You Can't Take the Heat, You Spin Me Right Round, and To Have Loved and Lost, all for characters that honestly did not pull me in right away (except for George Russell, lord above) and then I could not get them out of my head.

The fics/wips that I'm working on actively that aren't posted are mainly:

Original fiction (3 books that I'm just fucking around with to be honest)

A Tangerine x Reader x Raymond Smith fic that has yet to be named (but is beta-named The Mark of a Gentleman)

An Oberyn x Reader x Ellaria fic called Hollow

That Yeehaw Motherfucker (I SWEAR I'M WORKING ON IT BLUE I have four chapters written so far)

A Kendall Roy x Reader fic called Ken-Doll and the Ugly Fuckling

A Marcus Pike mini-series called Stress Relief

I've got a few other mult-chaptered works and stories in my oneshots folder that are getting shuffled around, you know. Poked in on now and again.

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

Oh christ I've really had to think about this one

OH you know what

I ended I Could Be Your Sometimes with Andy Barber and the Reader breaking up for good.

To be totally honest, I had a sequel planned where Andy comes back into her life during the events of Defending Jacob, but some people were so fricking rude with me about the story that I just scrapped it. I still think about writing it sometimes, but I don't know if I wanna incite that...Again. Like I totally feel/get the idea that we write for ourselves and we choose to share it, but the scant attention that fic got made me uncomfortable. Like a lot of people were like 'so when are you gonna fix it', 'when's the next part being posted' after I explicitly said that I wouldn't be writing it anymore and I...Did not like that.

#asks #replies #I'M SORRY BLUE I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T SEE THIS ily #ask meme

[aroacehanzawa]

5, 6, 14, 15, 16 y 24 for the fandom ask 🥰

Hii, thanks so much!

5. Favorite song, album, or artist to listen to this year

Answered here

6. Favorite movies of the year

Answered here

14. Favorite m/f ship of the year

I finally watched Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood for the first time this year and Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye own my entire heart and soul 😭😭❤️❤️

15. Favorite f/f ship of the year

Probably Jeanne and Dominique de Sade from Vanitas no Carte!

16. Favorite m/m ship of the year

From this year specifically, i have to say satosugu sorry i know you're a gojohime shipper sjkfhsfdhkajds

24. Fandom resolutions for next year

I have an idea for an odazai oneshot based on Raymond Chandler's The Long Goodbye that i've started outlining and i have got to write it all out next year!

Fandom Year in Review Asks

#ask game

[imaginationisallihave]

Characters/people I want to write for - Updated

Okay, I have a list of characters and people I want to write fanfiction for so I'll just put them in categories of what fandoms they are from.

~Marvel~

Bucky Barnes (The White Wolf)

Frank Castle (The Punisher)

Eddie Brock

Venom

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Khonshu

~X-Men~

Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)

Charles Xavier (Professor X)

Logan (Wolverine)

~Harry Potter/FBAWTFT~

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Original! Percival Graves

Credence Barebone

~Shadow and Bone~

Kaz Brekker

Inej Ghafa

The Darkling

~Death Note~

Ryuk

L/Ryuzaki

Light Yagami

~The Boys~

Billy Butcher

Black Noir

Soldier Boy

~The Hobbit~

Thranduil

Thorin Oakenshield

~Call of Duty~

Captain John Price

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John “Soap” Mactavish

Farah Karim

Alex

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Alejandro Vargas

~Interview With A Vampire~

Louis de Pointe du Lac (movie/tv show)

Lestat de Lioncourt (movie/tv show)

Armand (movie)

~Last Of Us~

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

Owen Moore

Jesse

~YouTubers~

Inotorious (Matt) - The Misfits

ElasticDroid (Jaime)

Grizzy (Nelson)

BigPuffer (Chris)

Pezzy (Maxwell/Max)

Isaacwhy (Isaac)

~Miscellaneous~

Diego Hargreeves - The Umbrella Academy

Rafal Mistral - A school for good and evil (movie)

Shane Walsh - The Walking Dead

Elijah Mikaelson - The Originals

Tommy Shelby - Peaky Blinders

Saul Silva - Fate: The Winx Saga

Raymond Leon - In Time

I'm not sure what to write but I know that I'll write some oneshots or something.

#fanfics #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #winx saga #saul silva #bucky barnes #cod fanfic

[biribaa]

proceeds to ignore the fact i have to continue to write four request and one oneshot and shows you my cool (COF COF REQUESTABLE COF COF) Doors oc

Tw for mentions of suicides and slight blood

Raymond aka The Guard is, well, the hotel guard, he is always checking if people are awake in the hotel in the middle of the night.

But, Raymond is afraid of almost everything, humans and monsters, even knowing if they are on his side, and this is all because of the illness he has that prevents him from seeing faces. So Raymond is easily scared, and this can lead to someone's death due to Raymond's big lack of sanity...

Because of all the stress of accidentally killing people and not being able to trust anyone, Raymond has tried to kill himself several times, only to find out he's immortal.

Shy man

Yknow like i wouldnt be bothered if yall requested him yknow i love this character and yknow ig it would be for me and for you If you requested him and yknow like yknow

#roblox doors #doors #did i mention hes requestable #roblox #original character

[helloheyhihowdyheya]

Writer Q&A Tag

Thank you @reidslovely for the tag! Anyone who wants to join can <3

How many complete fics/oneshots do you have (that you have not published (yet))? I think zero!

How many WIPS do you have right now? Two. Including this long enemies to lovers with Peter that's kicking my butt lol

Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both? Mostly original ideas, but I'm not opposed to the occasional request!

How many fandoms do you write for? Three (Marvel, Stranger Things, and Top Gun: Maverick)

Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past, that you no longer write for? Not yet!

Do you write for ships, reader inserts, or other? Reader inserts

Niche fandoms/characters you write for? Lol Druig feels niche at this point. I've been wanting to write for Raymond Smith from The Gentlemen, which also feels a bit niche now

Do you read fics as well as write them? Yes. They inspired me to write in the first place!

What is your favorite genre (angst/fluff/whump/etc) to write for? Fluff maybe? I want to get better at angst though

What is your favorite trope (to read and/or write)? I'm a sucker for a good friends to lovers fic

What do you do to get motivated to write? Nothing. I wait for the motivation gods to bless me

Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write? Smut haha

Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested? Maybe The Gentlemen? Or Steve Harrington

How long have you been writing fanfiction? Just over a year now! (Thanks all)

Did you read fanfiction before you started writing? Lol well before. Started reading ten years ago

Do you only post on tumblr, or other sites as well? (feel free to promote). Just Tumblr

What do you personally consider the word counts of "drabbles", "oneshots" and "fics" (+other?)? I don't. I type and hope for the best

Which do you prefer to write more? Headcanons, Drabbles, Oneshots/Fics, Multi-Chapter Stories, or other? I enjoyed the long (20k words) fics I wrote but don't have the energy for them at the moment :/

Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why? It's not discontinued, but I've tried writing part 3 of Misattribution of Arousal and haven't gotten far. I don't know enough about frat boys lol

What is one of your main "pet-peeves" as a writer on tumblr? Reader inserts that aren't inclusive!! Please let me know if I write anything that feels exclusive to you as the reader

Do you write at a particular time of day? At night mostly. I think the deadline of having to go to bed motivates me

Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc. to write, or do you need silence? I need music of some sort. Some random playlists on YT work

Do you outline your fics at all before writing? If they're long, then yes. If they're easy one shots, I just write until a story really develops

Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day? I try to schedule in the evenings on weekends -- prime time baby

#tag game

[cloakedsparrow]

Summary:

“Yeah…well, I was supposed to start last week and I got a call to stay away. I wish I’d come here sooner.” ~Leon S Kennedy (Resident Evil 2 Remake) Kevin uses the file he has on new hire Leon S. Kennedy to call him.

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Tags below the break.

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

Gen

Fandom:

Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Relationship:

No Romantic Relationship(s)

Characters:

Kevin Ryman

Leon S. Kennedy

Additional Tags:

Oneshot

Pre-Resident Evil Outbreak

Minor Perryverse Elements

Canonical Character Death

Past Character Death

Phone Calls & Telephones

Pre-Resident Evil 2

No Romance

No Smut

No Sex

Spoilers

Mentioned Marvin Branagh

Mentioned Chris Redfield

Mentioned Forest Speyer

Mentioned Joseph Frost

Mentioned Aaron - Freeform

mentioned Tony - Freeform

Mentioned Raymond Douglas

Mentioned Cheif Irons

Notes:

In the game, Resident Evil: Outbreak File#2, Kevin (and only Kevin) can obtain Leon's resume envelope. So that, along with this new bit of information given in the remake, make me wonder if Kevin called Leon to warn him away.

#fanfiction #mine #link to Ao3 #Resident Evil #Kevin Ryman #Leon S. Kennedy #Capcom #Outbreak