#I don’t blame reader

[gyubby99]

If you don’t know me I eat up any vox ship there is and they’re all so funny because imagine cupping your partner’s face.. and you’re cupping a fucking TV.

Imagine admiring your partner from the side.. and their side profile is fucking THIS

And those characters that are being shipped with vox, even self inserts or ocs.. they’re all like “This is the man I want” like brother WHAT 😭😭

[writeshite]

“Careful now.” Mr. Milchick cautioned, his left palm just beneath yours as he’d stopped you from nearly dropping the small, neatly wrapped box. He guided your left hand back to a level height, around ninety degrees at angle from elbow to hand. “We wouldn’t want to break that.” His right hand was set atop yours on the top side of the gift box.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Milchick,” you sighed in relief. “My apologies, my outie overexerted himself this past weekend.”

“Yeah, that’s called sex,” Dylan snarked, pointing to the hard to cover hickeys trailing to the back of your ear. You weren’t exactly eager to promote or detail your outie’s sex-life.

“It’s his outie’s wedding anniversary,” Mark rectified Dylan’s crass statement.

“I’m aware,” Mr. Milchick responded, “Five years, seven months, and twelve weeks.” His left hand softly traced your wedding ring. If you didn't know any better, you'd say his smile took a softer tone; the usual dead joy in his eyes looked almost enamored. “My congratulations to your outie. I imagine the annual exhaustion indicative of a successful and joyous marriage."

Dylan's yearly crude joke on the matter was cut short as Irving placed a hand on his mouth. "I believe so too," you beamed, "alongside the presents, of course." You nodded to the gift in your hands. "Thank you for hand-delivering this year's gift, and last year's, and the year before that. You really don't have to; I'm sure there are better things to do." You glanced down at the gift; his hands had yet to leave yours.

"Nonsense," he assured you, "It's no trouble at all." Mr. Milchick squeezed your hands and, with one final smile, left the space. Irving made a disgusted sound as Dylan licked his palm and darted into the supply closet for a tissue.

Dylan pursed his lips, glancing over at the door; once certain Mr. Milchick wasn't returning soon, he teased, “Get a room next time, will you?”

You rolled your eyes. "It's hardly sexual to talk to a coworker."

"It is when you and Milchick do it," Dylan pulled a face in good jest. "Tell him, Mark!" He attempted to corral Mark to his side, "The eyefucking is abysmally disgusting." He dramatically exclaimed.

"I mean," Mark pursed his lips momentarily, "I don't really see anything of the sort," his words caused disbelief to rise on Dylan's face. "Besides, isn't Milchick married?"

Both Dylan and you turn to each other, then Mark, before shrugging, uncertain as to the answer. "How can you be sure?" Dylan asked.

His question was met with no answer as Irving returned and sternly expressed Mr. Milchick's preference for privacy: "What extracurricular activities Mr. Milchick has have no bearing here; he hardly enjoys sharing facts about himself outside of work, we should respect that." Dylan pouted and directed a not-so-quiet 'party pooper' at Irving; the latter turned to you and smiled earnestly, "Besides, aren't you more excited to find what anniversary present our friend has this year?"

Dylan half-shrugged, and he and Mark turned their attention to the gift box as you tore away the purple wrapping. This year's gift was an appropriately and mildly decorated set of custom sticky notes. "Your outie's husband is quite thoughtful," Irving commented, glancing at the stickers. “He's a lucky man."

[cool-star-beans]

Heeeyy….I’m just gonna leave this here

I can't get enough of this au and fic I just had to make something for it!

Beings made of stardust AU by @maudiemoods

Signs of life fic by @jackofallrabbits

Gotta love how reader makes him wear a silly hoodie, but he pulls it off nonetheless…

Extra:

…at least he tries to

[popeabbot]

hii curious about evil in bed & the devils angel😏

Evil in bed

“I could’ve handled those assholes myself.” You huffed as you and your stranger stumbled through the streets.

“No darlin,” he grunted holding his bleeding side. “Not when that asshole had a gun.”

A biker grabbing your ass in the middle of the diner you worked at was something in the realm of possibilities. Your favorite regular, whom you knew nothing about, dragging him out and getting shot while beating him senseless was not. So now the two of you stumbled through the streets to your apartment because he was insistent on no hospitals. You were almost to your door when your elderly neighbor, Mrs. Dabney, stepped out.

“Is everything okay sweetheart?” She poked her head out and you could feel his body tense against you. You motioned to him to keep quiet.

“Oh yes Mrs. Dabney I’m perfectly fine, just had a big package I had to lug up the stairs. Have a good night!” You unlocked the door and pushed your stranger inside. “She’s blind, she could probably smell you but I’ll think of something.”

He stood awkwardly in your studio apartment, not wanting to get blood anywhere. After grabbing your medical kit, you directed him to the bathroom.

“Shirt off.”

“Hey now sweetheart at least buy my dinner first,” he laughed before grunting at the pain in his side. You didn’t laugh like you normally would, you shot him an insistent look and his shirt hit the bathroom floor almost immediately. You stopped for just a second to take in what was in front of you. His cap was off so you could take in his perfectly chisled face, his nose had been broken multiple times but it added to his charm. His chest was…equally sculpted. Like a Greek god. His abs rippled as he tensed with every breath, for a moment you’d forgotten he’d been shot.

“Don’t care if you drool darlin just get it done,” he smiled through grit teeth. You snapped out of your daze, running to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of whiskey before coming back to the bathroom.

“Drink.” You lifted the bottle to his lips and he gratefully took it from you. You pulled your hair up, washed your hands and got some gloves before kneeling down, resting your arm on his inner thigh. “This is pretty nasty, I’ll try to be fast.”

He said nothing as you tried to work quickly to clean around the wound. It hadn’t been a clear shot, and there was no exit wound. Not an ideal situation for any party involved. You tried your best to feel for the bullet but as he was sitting upright you didn’t have the angle you needed.

“Hey- wait what’s your name anyways? I’ve asked but you’re always so mysterious at the diner.”

“Frank.” He grunted, taking another swig of whiskey. “Castle.” He breathed out.

“Well Frankie, I need you to move your hips more to me, I can’t feel for the bullet at this angle. He nodded and slid his hips closer to you, until you were practically resting against his hip bone. You had to drown out the groans and hisses that would escape his lips as you worked. How could you focus when he was so close, and so caring and fucking hot. It was going to be hard to keep him out of your bed tonight.

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The Devils Angel

“Matt?!” The sight of seeing him in the doorway made your blood run cold. Sure patrol nights could be hard but, he’d never come in this bad. You threw the sheets off of you and rushed to him, right as he fell into you. You couldn’t help but groan under the weight of his suit, but you thanked God every day that it kept him alive.

You stumbled to the couch and laid him down gently, softly shushing his groans. Straddling his lap, you began to peel his suit off.

“Oh Matty,” you sighed as your fingers brushed over the ugly bruising on his cheek and lips. He kissed your fingers assuring you he was okay. “What happened? It’s been a while since you came home this bad.” You looked into his eyes, hoping the answer would be hiding somewhere in them.

“Just got a little outnumbered is all, you should see the other guys.” He softly laughed, though his eyes crinkled at the smile there was no emotion behind them. You frowned at this answer, you hated when Matt Murdock hid the truth from you. And he knew it too.

“So I willingly patch up the devil of Hell’s Kitchen every night and that’s all I get?”

Matt’s smile grew wide as he leaned closer, peppering kisses across your jaw, neck and shoulder blades and you worked the top half of his suit off. A sigh of relief escaped as you saw that he wouldn’t need any stitches tonight. However, his left ribcage was painted a concerning blue and purple. You grazed his side causing him to flinch instantly.

“How many are broken?”

“At least 3…maybe 4” he grimaced at the smallest touches you placed to his chest. Your frown deepened at the sight of each scar, each healing bruise that was covered by a newer, uglier one. You would never say it to his face but you hated Daredevil with every fiber of your being. He turned your boyfriend into something ugly, even if it was in the name of doing good it was an ugly thing. You caressed his face with a gentle hand.

“Amore…my niece is getting christened tomorrow how are we going to fix your poor face?”

“Don’t worry Angel” he smiled into the kiss you shared. “We always think of something.” You couldn’t help but smile back as you kissed him harder. You had to love Matt has hard as you could because ultimately there could be a day he’d leave and not come back. But you pushed those thoughts aside as you led him to the bedroom to change. He was sure lucky the Devil had an angel on speed dial.

~~The daredevil one will be done soon I’m having to get used to xreader writing so bare with me but I hope you enjoy🥰🥰

@ebodebo @sceletaflores @jjenthusee @starsofang

[unordinaries]

unordinary 340 spoilers

so i’ve been thinking about it and on one hand, isen suggesting they leave john and run is a pretty sobering moment because he really is just clinging to the first real opportunity he has to protect his best friends who won’t stop getting into situations where he quite literally can’t but on the other hand it is also kinda like. (gently grabs isen by the shoulders) hey man. we saw valerie’s level. i think you’re gonna need that guy later

[mistress-riddle]

tom riddle, sirius black, cedric diggory: i—

harry potter/everyone: blah, blah, blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff.

[theskeletonsinourclosets]

is it too much to ask for two characters to not be into each other 100 pages into a book. what happened to slow burns and emotional connections, i’m sick of instant physical attraction and lust

[cherry-pop-elf]

Cuddle Party

George figured a new couch was in order, given the last one kinda uh. Exploded. Might as well help him break it in!

I blame @george-weasleys-girl for this. It literally all stemmed for this pic

Warnings: Heavy petting. ((Yeah it seems like a vanilla warning, but hey sometimes you aren’t in the right headspace for sexual content. Even if there isn’t sex. You valid sweetie!)) lots of fluff, and some wholesome “teaching your kid about deafness”

Writing coms open

“See? As if nothing had ever happened!” That nothing being your son, Fred the second, inherited someone’s pyrotechnic passion. Wasn’t Freddy’s fault. He wasn’t even old enough for a wand yet, but he was showing brilliant magic. Even so young. You two made sure he understood it was an accident, but also used it as a good learning lesson that when accidents happen you do your best to fix them. Gentle parenting was what helped Freddy best, and like hell you would ever yell at him for such an accident.

“You wanted an excuse for this, didn’t you?” You would tease, as you leaned over the massive thing. Was pretty much a alaskan king, with many purple cushions to accent the orange material. It was loud, and that was how you liked it. It was also perfect for when family was over. Just move the furniture around, and the couch was suddenly much longer with many seats. You did like that. This would make having company over far easier. You really did like it.

"MAYBE~" He cackled, before he jumped onto the thing. A graceful flop he went, with so much space to move around. That had you rolling your eyes, but you were smiling. Your husband. Such a adorable man, and that made you so happy. Kept you feeling young, even with so much happening. With that being said, it also meant you had a streak of mischeif all the same. Before your husband knew it, you jump right on him. Making him wheeze, before laughing.

"NO FAIR! IM DEAF I COULDNT HEAR YOU COMING!" He, playfully, argued. Along with took advantage of your laughter to pin you down. Made you laugh more, as you would fight back. Your wrists pinned, and sock feet flailing, as your were attacked with kisses. Left you squealing, as he made sure to attack your sweet spots. Leaving no mercy, as the two of you broke in the new furniture.

“You are a menace to society, just my type~” He growled, as he gave you a kiss. Then another, and another, and before either of knew it. It was more than just kissing. You two were just engulfed by each other. Utterly addicted to each other’s flavors and scents. The fresh ash, and sweet pastries.

Suppose you two were breaking in the new couch, that’s for sure. As if either of you could complain. That is, until your passionate moment was interrupted by someone jumping onto George’s back. Made him wheeze, before tumbling across the furniture. Leaving you to have someone fall on your stomach.

“ITS LIKE A BIG BED-!” Junior shouted, before he crawled off of you. Quick to stand up, and jump on it. Meanwhile, you two needed a moment to breathe again. You caught your breath far quicker than George did. Since he was full on WWE-ed.

“Dad! DAD-!” Junior shouted, but George was busy with a bruised back. Not to mention his good ear was forced into the cushion, so he didn’t hear Freddy at all. You used that to your advantage, and soon scooped Freddy up.

“Remember, Daddy doesn’t hear to well. Right?” A nice learning moment. With Freddy in your lap, as you sat crossed legged. “Yeah yeah-! He hears only half the stuff we do-!” Junior would agree, and made the sign for ‘silent’ on his left ear. Just like where George’s was missing.

“That’s a good job-! Oh you did so well, you remembered!” You praised, making your son beam. Learning languages sure comes naturally, when half your family’s speaks more than one language. Romanian, Mandarían, French, Arabic, Latin, and throw in some British Sign Language.

“And you remember what we said about yelling?” You asked, as he nodded. “Not everyone likes it! So you gotta ask em first. Cause yelling is scary sometimes. Like when grandma Molly yells. She yells loud!” Junior said, making an explosion motion with his hands.

“Oh she got lungs alright-“ George huffed, as he caught himself again. Once he was steady, Junior was quick to camper over to George. Yanked into the older man’s arms, and held high in the air. Then, he collapsed on the couch. With Junior plopping on his chest. You were quick to snuggle your husbands side, as Junior sat on his chest. Having to much energy.

“Your kid-“ You tease, before kissing your husbands cheek. That made Junior stick his tongue out, and George mimicked him. Having a silly face off. That made you laugh, as you enjoyed the cuddle session with your family.

Eh, that old couch had been here since you three had got the permit for the place. Some things needed to be replaced. But memories like this? Never. You wanted to simply keep creating, and keeping, more and more. Forever, and ever.

[sxfterhearts]

i have a confession to make…

warning: 18+ mdni, explicit content ahead

ok so for the longest time i’ve tried to keep my blog super wholesome and PG with the rare exception of one or two suggestive/smut fics here and there but honestly. i’ve reached my limit 😭 i’m gonna have to do it guys im sorry i disappointed you

(fuck im so dramatic i can’t even)

(it = write that jiung smut fic that’s been living in the back of my head for the past few weeks but has been rudely awakened due to Recent Events IYKYK)

(IM SCARED OK I SUCK AT WRITING SMUT BUT I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS WHAT DO I DO WITH THEM RAHHH)

in the words of my moot — jiung you need to tone down your fanservice and visuals bc youre really making the chocochips act up 😭😭🫠😩

[keys-hellscape-1020]

Horror? Horror.

A/N: This post is dedicated to the lovely @juvenile-arm. Their art is amazing and deserves SO much more recognition! Go check them out! Also sorry for the fem reader, pronouns are still gender-neutral but the reader is definitely feminine. Guess I projected a little too hard.

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Summary: You’ve always enjoyed horror movies. The thrill of them, the fear creeping up your spine. That wasn’t your favorite part however. No, your favorite part is when you get to pretend to be scared and hide in your boyfriend’s arms.

Contents: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral pronouns but everything else about the reader is feminine, flirty Hobie, flirty reader (they’re a menace), hickies, cuddling, implied smut at the end, fade-to-black

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You fluttered around your house, anxiously preparing for Hobie’s arrival. You made sure there were blankets on the couch, popcorn already in a bowl, and a stack of dvds next to the Tv. You have Netflix, but knowing Hobie you though he would appreciate the more old-school approach.

You run your hands along the fabric of the Sundress you’re wearing. A little dressy for a night-in sure, but you found yourself wanting to dress up for Hobie, although you knew he would find you attractive no matter what you wore.

You light-up when you hear a knock on your door. Rushing over to it you wait a moment longer, straightening your clothes one last time in an effort to not come off as too eager.

As you open the door you see Hobie standing there, casually as ever. If you didn’t know him well you might not be able to tell, but you notice the small hints of makeup on his face, the clothes that he only wears on nights out. He definitely dressed up for you, even if he doesn’t want you to know it.

“Just gonna stare at me all day or can I come in?” Hobie purrs with a smirk, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You feel your face grow hot, but you move to let Hobie into your apartment. He only spares a glance to your living room before he’s turning around to watch you close the door. As you lock it you feel a strong, warm presence upon your back. Close to you, but not touching you. Just hovering, appreciating.

“You look ravishing luv.” Hobie mumbled, his breath brushing your ear in a way that sent a shiver up your spine. By the time you’ve grounded yourself enough to turn around Hobie is walking towards your living room and flipping through the stack of dvds you’d laid out.

You fiddle your hands, trying to calm yourself down. “It was just a compliment.” You mutter to yourself, trying to get your heart back down to a normal rhythm.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by Hobie tossing you a dvd case that you fail to catch, causing it to instead hit you in the head, before it manages to fall into your outstretched hands.

Rubbing your head where the case made contact you look down at the movie with a grimace. Your mom’s old copy of “The Shining” that she had given you, you don’t even know how many years ago, stares back at you.

“Horror?” You ask hesitantly, moving to hand the case back to him.

“Horror.” Hobie says with finality, taking the case from you and moving to pop the disk into the player.

As he straightens up from his task he turns to look at you where you stand to the side hesitantly, twiddling your fingers.

He approaches and throws an arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to him and he leads you to the couch.

“Don’t worry luv, I’ll keep you safe.” He teases as he gently pushes you down on the couch before going to turn off the lights.

You shiver, arranging yourself under the blankets as Hobie makes his way over to you, snuggling under the covers before dragging you closer to himself with an arm around your shoulders and your hips pressed together firmly.

The movie goes smoothly, you’ve seen it a million times, but that doesn’t stop you from cuddling up closer to Hobie. As the movie nears a tense moment you tuck your face in Hobie’s neck, watching the screen out of the corner of your eye.

Hobie doesn’t acknowledge your actions, simply keeping his face on the screen as you press your body closer to him. You wrap an arm around his waist, and tickle his neck with your breath, trying your best to get him to acknowledge you.

You hum lowly as you press your lips to Hobie’s neck, again, and again, and again. It takes you actually nipping his neck for him to lazily acknowledge you.

“Someone’s needy.” He say’s lowly. He keeps his eye’s on the screen but he brings one hand up and plays with the baby hairs at the base of your neck, subtly urging you to continue your ministrations.

And continue you do, getting more eager with his go-ahead. You fully commit to your actions, not even pretending to watch the movie anymore. You kiss your way up his neck, close to his ear. You nip at the area right below his jaw before sucking a dark hickey into the skin there. Pulling back you admire your handy-work. Only one truly dark hickey is present on his neck but if this night goes as you’re hoping it will that’ll soon change.

You lean back in, biting Hobie’s earlobe and pulling gently, dragging a guttural groan from his chest as his grip on the back of your neck tightens momentarily before relaxing once more.

You bite and suckle at Hobie’s neck and jaw at will, knowing he doesn’t care who sees and instead enjoys it. Enjoys letting everyone know who he belongs to.

You’re not sure how long it took for Hobie to finally break, far to entranced in your very important work to pay attention to things like time. You do know that you feel a very pleased flutter in your chest (and lower) when he finally grips your thighs and pulls you to straddle his lap, chests pressed right up against one another.

He pulls you away from his neck by the scruff of your neck, much like one would a kitten.

“You’re oddly needy Luv.” He purrs out lowly, irises darker than normal as he gazes at you longingly.

“Only for you.” You quip back, running your hands across his collar bones to his shoulders, shamelessly feeling up his lean frame.

Hone chuckles as he picks you up by your thighs, prompting you to tighten your hold on his frame with a squeak.

Hobie smirks as he walks the both of you to your bedroom, a dark look in his eyes.

“Don’t worry Luv. I’ve got ya.”

[cannedpickledpeaches]

Sad Poems but I Choose to Interpret Them as Happy

Gojo Satoru x Reader

“I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)" -Excerpt from Mad Girl’s Love Song, Silvia Plath

The world’s knowledge at his fingertips. The universe in a domain. Split seconds of infinity. The infinitesimal fraction that you occupy shines like a beacon. He can find your fraction in his endless library of knowledge every time. He will find you, a wretched moth drawn to a pyre.

You, who existed in a time of his youth. Were you ever real? A flickering mirage, a glimmer of a smile that disappears when he reaches for you. He could have deluded himself into believing you were a dream if not for the fact that he would never be able to conjure a countenance as dazzling as yours from scratch.

His six eyes are useless if none of them can gaze upon you. His strength is nothing if you won’t appear before him with that expression. Those eyes that soften into a dreamy haze that envelops his mind in you, and you alone. Come back to me. A plea that drowns in the universe and collapses silently before it reaches the atomic fraction that you occupy. Come back to me, like you said you would.

When the spring winds come again, he’ll stand in an open field and gaze across a river, rain halted in the air like tiny mirror fragments that reflect every aspect of the universe. He will see your fragment, which guides him like a beacon, and he will let the thunder overhead shatter him, shatter him into pieces that will find you and fall in love all over again. He is but a fragment in the universe’s infinity. He is a fragment that will traverse infinity to you.

He shuts all six of his eyes. Only then does he see you. The world drops dead, and he has never felt more alive. He opens his arms, and your fragments collide in a brilliant, colourful supernova. Ah, he thinks in that blissful oblivion, I knew you were real. Even if you never managed to find your way back to him, he’d never give up until your fragments collide again. That is his love. To bear all the hardship so that he can eventually attain that wonderful, ordinary happiness.

[sttoru]

ima tell u this now : if u hate on x reader fics, block me cus by doing that you r doing us both a great favour 🤚🏽 ion need any of ur negativity on my blog because this is a safe space for people who do enjoy x reader fics goodbye

[whoawhataconcept]

Reading Mary Stewart’s The Crystal Cave, and it’s so funny how Merlin never suspects until like halfway into the book, that he, Merlin Emrys, might be the son of Ambrosius, despite “Emrys” literally being the name Ambrosius in Welsh.

[theicarusconstellation]

i have a lot of fics in the itd universe i want to write (fleamont and euphemia origin story feat. the abraxont breakup, minerva and poppy origin story, alphard’s separation from the family and death, etc.) but now im thinking.

what if i wrote an itd prequel?

because i wanted to write a oneshot or smth about walburga and orion + cygnus and druella getting married, maybe with a cameo from emma and léon lestrange (my ocs for rodolphus and rabastan’s parents), but now i lowkey wanna write a 10-15-chapter prequel about their childhoods and ending with the birth of regulus, aka the earliest point in itd.

it would probably be focused on walburga, druella, and emma? and it wouldn’t come out until after itd, but now that we’re drawing closer to 1979 in itd — aka the year orion died (and the year regulus died in canon but he lives in itd so), i’ve realized i Want More Black Family.

[d3adp00ls]

Vanessa Shelly/Afton nsfw alphabet pls?

I’m simping for this woman hard

You’re so real for this 🤭 but I’m sorry I don’t do smut or anything nsfw man 😭

[jamesscarstairs]

i know maggie stiefvater uses the anglicised version of glyndŵr as an attempt to, i suppose, appease an international audience but god does it hurt. gansey the literal welsh history nut allowing them to call him “owen glendower”????? loser