#gn reader insert

[iamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

Obey Me Brothers and when you feeling their sin turns them on

So as a community we’ve mostly assumed that the brothers can feel when we use or feel their sin so what about times when they get turned on when feeling you feel their sin their certain times

Btw this was written so fast it’s not even funny, it just took me a lot of time to edit and post to tumblr because I wrote this all in one day in one session

TW: GN!Reader, Nsfw not actually in there but is heavily implied and meantioned(I mean look at the title dude)

Lucifer

Lucifer gets harder when he sees and feels how prideful you are when you bottom out on dick, and gets hard when he knows you’re doing indecent stuff with his brothers and feel pride. The thought of you feeling his sin while doing something so sinful turns him on so quick

Mammon

Mammon, when he has to go somewhere with someone or for something but you don’t want him to go because he’s yours and you want him, want him now, want him under you in your arms because you’re greedy and right now you don’t want to share your first man. That gets Mammon rock fucking hard and when you are just being greedy without meaning to fuck him well he ignores that raging hard-on for more time with you. Hey, he can be greedy too~

Leviathan

Levi (Funnily enough this was just going to be a Levi thing because he’s my fave and I started off thinking/daydreaming about this idea with him but there’s potential with all the brothers), when you feel envious of whoever is with him. He feels you being envious of something or someone and turns around to look at what you’re jealous of only to see that you’re already looking in his direction, he freaks out wondering what he did only to realize the focus isn’t on him but on the person that’s with him right now instead of you and that immediately makes his cock rock hard. You mean you want to be with this smelly loser otaku and that you’re jealous of the person whose with him right now hoooooooly fuck. Also when you see his body and the rock hard abs he has despite gaming 24/7 and not doing anything compared to your body that even if you tried to reach his figure the slightest thing done wrong or not managed properly will ruin that figure gets him so fucking hard because you want his body? Holy shit you want to be like him, you want him, you’re jealous of him, well come on MC there’s something else on his body you should look at, won’t you come and see?

Satan

Satan similar to Levi gets turned on when you’re pissed at someone for being with him, or bothering him when you have his attention. You feel this for him? You’re pissed that you can’t have him all for yourself? Don’t worry you can spend all the time you want with him in his room, and while you guys are there why don’t you take care of the boner you gave him with your cute little anger. Gets hard when arguing with you, the wrath and anger you are sending in his direction is absolutely fucking delicious, he just fuck it out of you to make you pliant and calm to his whims. Satan also gets hard when you’re pissed at him for not giving you attention, well, if it’s attention you want then it’s attention you have hun! Don’t worry you’ll get love soon.

Asmodeous

Asmo is always horny and he definitely gets hard or harder when feeling your lust, you want to fuck don’t you? You want loving, don't you? Don’t worry if someone is not providing it for you he’s there to help you with it, and even if you are being assisted you’ll still find him there lurking and ready to pounce once he gets the chance to. As the avatar of lust he feels it the most and makes it his duty for it to all be okay~

Beelzebub

Beelzebub’s is when you’re already fucked out but you want more, you want more of whatever they can give you whether it’s in a sex scenario or a regular scenario, seeing you want more and more and more gets him going, you’re just like him right now, hungering for more and more even if you might not be able to take it and seeing as he’s a big boy that thought gets his dick really hard. Good luck with whatever hole you’re dealing with, or Beel’s dealing with.

Belphie

Belphie is when you’re so tired but so determined to do what you want when fucking, it’s cute to him that you’re fighting sleep because you’re so determined and so want to fuck, awwww such a little minx you are. Also loves when you’re tired and wants to fuck but has him do the work for once in his life, ofc he’ll do the week for his sleepy darling. He especially gets hard though when you’re asleep and you have wet dreams or just become incredibly horny in your sleep, because he feels that lust mixing in with your sleepy tiredness. The things you do to this sleepy boy makes him not so sleepy anymore you know~

Taglist: @kisakis-boyfriend

[liliumsabyss]

I hear your voice

Prologue

Viktor x GN Reader

Word Count: 540

Tw: End of Season 1, Death, Dying, Normal Arcane stuff

You impatiently waited outside the room pacing back and forth, you had done everything, gave everything to this only to be left out of the room. You had propelled Jayce to his position as counselor, you got Jacy and Viktor out of every legal mess, hell you fucking covered up when the hexacore killed that poor girl. And Viktor you could never hate him but the sadness you felt towards him in this moment was nearly unbearable, the way he looked at you like he could do nothing like it was simply a means to an end, hurt. The thoughts circled through your head until you caught a strange gleam of light. It was a small blue orb with trails of smoke following it small in the distance but seemingly ever approaching, it was getting closer, smoke, it was getting closer. And before you had even known it your legs had started to move, sprinting down the hallway back towards the doors. Your heart was beating fast, too fast, too dangerous for you but you didn't stop. You couldn’t stop. Your arms spread in front of you as you slammed into the doors pushing them open so far they banged the wall behind them. Your eyes moved to Viktor only a few feet away, his eyes staring at you along with the eyes of all the others. You were going to take a breath but your lungs refused to move and you could feel your heart failing. You thought just as you could see the orb moving closer to the window the world slowed down and your thoughts screamed Get Down as the glow intensified the room finally becoming more aware of what was about to occur. Viktors eyes grew in terror. He had figured out what was about to happen and you had run in here to where ground zero would be and all their bodies would be ash and now so would yours.  The words tumbled out of your lips in unison with the thought but they were not the words you had thought.

“ VIKTOR GET DOWN” You cried as you lunged at him with the last strength in your body. 

Counselor Medarda turned around the others following her gaze. The light grew blowing out the room. You were blinded and you couldn’t see anything. And then you felt your arms curl around the material of a suit and thin ribs, one hand crawling up to the back of his head, his soft hair flattened under your palm as you went down together. You hear the shrieks and the terrible sound of the shattering windows. As you plummeted to the ground shielding his body with yours you feel arms curl around you. You hit the ground at the same time it makes impact . A wave of heat licks your back burning painfully through the fabric of your back, you continue shielding Viktor, never letting go. The room so loud everything went silent. Your lungs burn and your heart you had known was already coming to a stop the pain unbearable in your chest. And in the blistering heat and pain and in the arms of Viktor, through the silence you thought you heard him. Then everything goes dark. 

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[magical-reid]

Just One Kiss

Paring: Lip Gallagher x Gn!Reader (uses Y/N)

Warnings: Reader and Lip kiss while they're in a relationship

Word Count: 1.5 K

Summary: Lip Gallagher finds you on his porch late at night, vulnerable and seeking reassurance, leading to an emotional conversation about your relationship with someone who isn't treating you well. After sharing a kiss, Lip realizes he wants more, but is determined to wait until you're ready to choose happiness over guilt and uncertainty.

Lip didn’t mind being up late. The chaos of the Gallagher house quieted down after midnight—most nights, anyway. He’d been sitting on the porch, nursing his third cigarette, the sharp scent of nicotine mixing with the South Side’s usual cocktail of city grime and regret. It was peaceful in a way.

But you didn’t look right when he saw you walking toward the house, arms wrapped tight around yourself, your steps hesitant. You always walked with purpose, even when you were nervous. This? This was something else. He felt the cigarette slip from his fingers. He stood, his brow furrowed, his chest tightening as a dozen possibilities raced through his head.

“Y/N?” he asked, voice low but concerned. “What are you doing here? It’s late.”

You hesitated, your arms crossed tight over your chest. “I needed to talk to someone.”

Lip’s stomach twisted. He’d seen you like this maybe once or twice before—when you were at your lowest, vulnerable and unsure. It killed him to see it.

“Everyone’s inside,” he said, already moving toward the door. “I’ll grab Fiona or—”

“No,” you interrupted, your voice shaking. “I want to talk to you.”

Lip’s stomach twisted and his chest ached at the sound of your voice, and for a second, he hated himself for how happy that made him, but the weight in your voice told him it wasn’t good. “Yeah, alright. Come on,” he said, motioning toward the worn couch on the porch.

You followed him, sitting down slowly, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your sweater. Lip sat beside you, his hands itching to reach out, to steady whatever storm was churning inside you, but he didn’t. He didn’t trust himself to touch you—not when you looked like that.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Lip’s mind raced with worst-case scenarios: did that asshole David do something to you? Did he hurt you? He was already planning out how many hits he’d get in before Ian or Carl pulled him off.

Finally, you spoke, your voice soft but trembling. “Do you… do you think I’m attractive?”

Lip blinked, the words hitting him like a punch to the gut. “What?”

“Do you think I’m attractive?” you repeated, refusing to look at him, your voice barely above a whisper.

He stared at you, the question twisting his gut in knots. He’d spent months—years, maybe—trying not to think about you like that. He didn’t let himself notice the way your smile lit up a room or how your laugh made the worst days bearable. He’d buried every thought that strayed too far because you weren’t his to want.

But now you were asking, and the walls he’d built were crumbling fast.

His heart stumbled, confusion and frustration tangling in his chest. “What the hell kind of question is that?” he asked, his voice sharper than he intended.

You flinched, and he immediately felt like an ass. “Y/N, come on. Why are you asking me that?”

“Just answer me,” you insisted, your eyes pleading with him.

Lip stared at you, his chest tightening so hard it was hard to breathe. Did you know what you were doing to him? You had to know.

“Of course, I do,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm inside him. “You’re—you’re beautiful. You know that.”

You shook your head, tears brimming in your eyes. “Then why doesn’t he want me?”

Lip’s entire body went still. And then, like a spark hitting dry tinder, the fire inside him roared to life.

“Who?” he demanded, though he already knew.

“David,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “He barely touches me. He doesn’t kiss me. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Lip. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

Lip clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, his nails biting into his palms. He hated David—hated the smug, self-centered asshole for every time he left you feeling like this. Lip didn’t need much of a reason to want to hit the guy on a good day, but now? Now he was ready to hunt him down. Now he wanted to break the guy in half.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not you, alright? That guy’s a fucking asshole.”

“He’s not,” you said weakly, but Lip wasn’t listening anymore. “He’s sweet, he’s kind—”

“Then why the hell is he making you feel like this?” he snapped, his voice rising.

You flinched again, and his anger evaporated instantly, replaced by guilt. “Hey,” he said softening his tone, reaching out to touch your shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. I just… it pisses me off, okay? You don’t deserve this.”

You nodded, your bottom lip trembling as you wiped at your tears.

Lip’s hand lingered on your shoulder, his chest aching at the sight of you so broken. “You don’t need him to tell you you’re worth something, Y/N. You’re amazing, okay? And if he can’t see that, then screw him.”

A shaky laugh escaped your lips, and for a second, Lip thought maybe he’d gotten through to you. But then you said, “You’re just saying that because you’re my friend.”

“Not a chance,” Lip said firmly, his hand dropping to yours. “I’m saying it because it’s true.”

You stared at him, your eyes searching his like you were looking for something—validation, honesty, hope. Lip’s stomach twisted under your gaze, knowing he’d give you all of that and more if you just asked.

“Lip,” you said softly, your voice trembling. “If we kissed… would you tell me the truth? Would you tell me if it felt wrong?”

His breath caught and his heart stopped, the world narrowing to just you. He knew he should say no, should stop this before it went any further. But then you reached out, your hand resting lightly on his chest, and every ounce of self-control he had left shattered.

“Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “I’d tell you.”

You leaned in, your hand resting lightly on his chest as your lips brushed against his, soft and hesitant, and Lip froze. His entire body was on fire, his hands hovered in the air like he didn’t know what to do with them, his mind screaming at him to pull away. He didn’t move, didn’t breathe, terrified that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. But then you kissed him again—this time deeper, more certain—and the only thought left in his head was don’t stop.

His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as he kissed you back, his mouth moving against yours like he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life. You made a soft noise of surprise, your fingers tangling in his shirt as you leaned into him, and Lip thought he might lose his mind.

The kiss wasn’t just a kiss. It was years of unspoken feelings, months of pretending he didn’t want you, all crashing to the surface at once.

When you finally pulled back, both of you breathing hard, Lip rested his forehead against yours, his hands still gripping your waist.

“Well?” you asked, your voice barely audible.

Lip let out a shaky laugh, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “It didn’t feel wrong. Not even close.”

Relief flooded your face, but it quickly shifted to guilt and Lip’s chest ached. “I shouldn’t have done that,” you whispered, pulling away.

“Hey,” he said, catching your hand before you could leave. “Look at me. Don’t do that. Don’t act like this is your fault.”

You hesitated, but eventually, your eyes met his. “It is,” you said quietly. “I kissed you.”

“And I kissed you back,” he shot back, his grip tightening on your hand. “You deserve better than him,” his voice steady and sure. “You deserve someone who looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters. Someone who’ll kiss you so much you’ll get sick of it.”

You laughed softly, tears spilling over again. “That sounds nice.”

Lip’s grip on your hand tightened, his heart breaking at the sight of you so vulnerable, so unsure. “You don’t have to stay with him, Y/N. You know that, right?”

You stared at him, your eyes filled with guilt and something else—something that made Lip’s heart race. “What am I supposed to do, Lip?”

“Whatever makes you happy,” he said softly, his voice breaking. 

“I just… I don’t know if I’m ready.” you said, tears spilling over again.

Lip nodded, his chest heavy but his heart steady. “Whenever you are, I’ll be here. Okay?”

You gave him a small, watery smile. “Thank you, Lip.”

As you walked away, Lip sat there, his heart in his throat, his lips still tingling from your kiss, his hands still burning from where they’d held you.

He wanted you—God, he wanted you—but not like this. He wanted to chase after you, to tell you how he felt, but he couldn’t. Not yet. You deserved more than some rebound, more than a distraction from a guy who didn’t deserve you.

He’d wait. No matter how long it took, he’d wait for you to realize what he already knew: you were worth everything.

So he sat back down, lighting another cigarette as the world slowly came back into focus.

[mordredisacoolname]

How the daredevil characters would top a gn reader? (Or at least the ones you think would top anyway)

Thank you for requesting! I really hope you enjoy

DAREDEVIL CHARACTERS (MEN) TOPING YOU

GN READER

Characters: Matt Foggy Frank Wesley Dex Ray

CW: N/SFW, smut

MATT- I think Matt will be a soft top. He likes sitting on a couch with you on top of him. Will touch every inch of your body, kissing and biting. Guiding you and talking you through it. Further into the relationship he'll be willing to be more dominant and aggressive, nothing too much as he doesn't want to hurt you, but not so soft either. I can also see him as a sub top, only if you want it, after long days. He just wants to lose control and be taken care of. Will probably cum before you as he's super sensitive but will not stop until you're satisfied.

FOGGY- very goofy, cracks jokes all the time. But is also very intense and intimate. Kisses you pationetely, holding your face in his arms and feeling you up. Starts with slow but hard thrusts and becomes quicker. Will not cum before you.

FRANK- honestly, he's a very romantic man. If you're in a relationship he'll be super careful with you and will spend at least half an hour before entering you, Kissing and feeling you all over. If you're just a one night stand or if you ask him and he's in the mood he'll be aggressive and fuck you till you can't walk. Will not do anything too risky tho, nothing that can harm you. Always cums after you, unless you're giving him a blowjob. Hard and deep thrusts, a lot of grunts and "fuck"s.

WESLEY- oh he's a sub top alright. Likes when you ride him, watching you bouns on him, making pleasant noises and faces. When he's close he'll flip you around and pound into you until you both cum. Likes dirty talk A LOT. Aggressive, likes when you RIDE him, making the bed squick.

DEX- he's either a very submissive top or a very dominant top. I can honestly see him as a bottom but when he's topping there's no in between. Really depends on his mood. If he's doming he'll have no mercy on you, you'll have to agree on a safe word so he known when to stop. Slaps, hair pulling, bites, choking. He's extreme. Honestly can see him being kinda selfish and if he's not in the mood he'll not continue after he finishes and will leave you unsatisfied. If he's being a sub he will want you to ride him senseless, grabbing his shoulders and making a lot of noises.

RAY- he's such a tease. Will literally edge you for hours and laugh about it. But will not cum until you do, he want to pleasure you and puts you before himself. Definition of heart eyes. He thinks you're so beautiful. Seeing you is such a vulnerable position, and so high on pleasure turns him on so much. Wants to look at your face while fucking you to see the good job he's doing. Kind of praise words, calling you good __ (whatever you prefer), telling you how good you're doing.

[froggie-writes-gay-stuff]

Lazy Day Confession

Inuyasha x GN! Reader

Warnings: None :D

Summary: Y/N just wanted to have one day away from their friends, but of course Inuyasha just had to crash. Eventually there’s a confession while they’re eating lunch.

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I just wanted one day away from everyone. Just one fucking day from Kagome & her obsession with Inuyasha, away from Miroku & his flirting, away from Inuyasha & his annoying half demon habits. But of course, Inuyasha had to find his way into my day. Literally forcing himself into my home. The only reason he’s still here is because I’m too comfortable in my nest of soft blankets & cuddly stuffed animals to actually get up & deal with him. Oh & of course he’s being annoying, questioning why I’m like this & not accepting the answer I give him.

“Why are you like that?” Inuyasha asks for what is most likely the 100th time that day. He hasn’t moved from his spot, which is crouching right next to my comfort nest. Pale, clawed hands resting just at the rim of my nest. Dangerously close to invading my comfortable space.

“Because I’m comfortable & I wanted a day alone.” I answer with an annoyed sigh. Finally answering his question with something more than ‘because I am’ & hoping he'll drop it. He perks up at the new answer, obviously pleased that I had finally given him something. His small dog ears twitching on top of his head in what may be excitement.

“Can I join you?” He asks suddenly. He even tilts his head, letting his long, ponytailed hair fall to the side behind him. White strands of hair spilling onto the ground next to him.

“Join me?” I finally lift my head to look at him, he’s dressed in a red T-shirt & some gray sweatpants. He usually wears a red hoodie & some sort of red or black pants so this is a very rare sight. He takes no mind of me finally examining him, which slowly is followed by a raised eyebrow that he also ignores. I know he’s more focused on his task at hand, which seems to be joining me. Fuck.

“Yes, join you. You said it’s comfortable” Inuyasha answers & starts moving closer to me, which means he’s now leaning into my nest a bit. I furrow my eyebrows, already silently questioning him before the words even leave my lips.

“Why are you even here?” I ask instead of answering the question. The white haired man pouts, obviously not liking my response to his request. He obviously just wants in, no more questions, no more ignoring. But I won’t let him in so quickly. I told him I wanted to be alone today, so I deserve an answer before I allow this annoying dog into my oh, so comfortable nest.

“Because you said you wanted to be alone. I assumed you weren’t ok & came to make sure you’d be alright.” Inuyasha answers honestly. This doesn’t surprise me. We’ve known each other since we were young. While he’s oblivious to others' feelings & even most hints given to him; it’s hard to miss such signs on someone you’ve known since diapers. I mean, I’ve noticed him ignoring obvious signs from Kagome. Poor girl likes him, but he doesn’t like her, it seems. Letting out a long, drawn out sigh I give him an annoyed look. Inuyasha’s head perks up again, ears twitching with anticipation. He knows he’s won the battle. He’s getting what he wants. As usual. 

“Fine, don’t mess anything up or I’m kicking you out.” I warn & scoot over a little, grabbing a blanket to throw over him. Inuyasha seems a little too happy to be joining me in my nest as he quickly makes his way into said nest & makes himself comfortable next to me. I throw the blanket over him & get comfortable again, adjusting my position for the male next to me. I watch as Inuyasha visibly relaxes & calms down. Head lolled back, ears in a resting position, shoulders untensed, & a dopey smile on his pale face. His long hair now spills off the side of the nest. A soft smile makes its way onto my face. It’s been forever since we’ve hung out, just the two of us. After meeting the others, we’ve been either around the group or Kagome is dragging the poor guy around. It’s nice to finally just spend a day with him, even if it’s supposed to be my 100% loner, no interactions at all - day.

I turn back to the tv in my room & turn on Courage The Cowardly Dog. Inuyasha & I sit comfortably together as we watch the old cartoon. Throughout watching the episodes of the old cartoon, I had started to lean into Inuyasha at some point. I realize what had happened when the half demon dog wraps his arms around me. I’m immediately surrounded by the never ending warmth that he produces without fail. I don’t move, he's warm, & doesn't smell too bad for once. For once he just smells like his weird woodsy cologne. Though sitting like this with him makes me feel a little guilty. I know Kagome has a crush on him, she’s had one ever since they met basically. However, at the same time I don’t feel guilty. She’s never made a move, the ‘moves’ she has made have been demanding his attention & getting jealous of most girls who interact with him in a friendly manner. It’s mean, I’m aware. But we’re childhood friends, I’m allowed to be weirdly close with the guy I’ve kinda liked since middle school.

“I’m hungry, let’s make some lunch.” Inuyasha’s voice cuts through my train of thought easily. I look up at him & raise an eyebrow. It’s not unlike him to be random & forwards with his hunger though.

“You want to try to cook?” I inquire, not fully trusting this idea. We’re both not allowed in the kitchen most of the time.

“Of course, you like cooking, don’t you?”

“Nope, I’m not allowed in the kitchen when anyone is cooking.”

“Oh, well we can still order something for lunch.”

“Sure, I’ll pick the place though.” I state casually. He goes to protest; however I don’t allow him to & start reaching for my phone. Of course, me being in the nest all day means it can be anywhere which makes me stop for a moment. So, I decide to steal Inuyasha’s phone. Taking it right from his left pants pocket, where he always keeps it. I enter the code, his mother’s birthday, & pull up his Homerush app. I put in my favorite noodle place. I’m not at all surprised to see he’s ordered from there multiple times. He has a noodle addiction at this point. I opt to re-order for his part of the meal & then input my favorite. It takes no time to finish ordering & finally hand him his phone. He checks the receipt & starts fuming.

“You used my card!” He seethes, though it’s obvious he’s not really that mad about it. 

“You crash my alone day; you pay for lunch.” I say like it’s the most normal thing in the world. I get a huff & an eye roll from the taller man, who proceeds to slump into me & effectively crush me. Attempting to move him doesn’t go so well considering he’s stronger than me by a decent amount, & most definitely heavier. With a huff of my own, I relax back into the pillows & blankets behind me & allow him to stay slumped into me for now. After a few moments Inuyasha wraps his arms back around me & moves enough for the position to be comfortable for the both of us once again. We’re back to watching old cartoons & cuddling. Honestly, this is super comfortable. However the nice, comfortable time is interrupted by his phone going off. Inuyasha pulls out his phone & checks the notification. With a groan, he brings the phone closer to his other hand, & subsequently right in front of me. His phone is open to a chat, with who I assume is Kagome considering the name ‘Annoying woman’. It’s obvious that she’s been bugging him to hang out for a while.

Annoying woman

Hey Inuyasha! Are you free today?

I was wondering if you wanted to hangout & maybe get some noodles at this new place in town.

10:00am

Annoying woman

You can just tell me that you don’t want to hang out.

11:02am

Annoying woman

Are you really gonna just ignore me?

1:38pm

Inu

im getting noodles with Y/N

1:40pm

Inuyasha puts his phone on Do Not Disturb before clicking on a notification from Homerush. The tracker shows that the food is close by. With a satisfied sigh, Inuyasha sets his phone back into his pocket & snuggles back into me. I had to do my best not to snort at his response & actions. He can be so childish & rude sometimes.

“Heartbreaker.” I comment as I start playing with his hair. His hair is always soft & seems to be immune to getting knotted, demon hair is so weird. Honestly, playing with his hair is always so calming, unfortunately he doesn't let me do it often, unless he wants his hair braided. Inuyasha snuggles closer, obviously enjoying the sensation of his hair being played with.

“Me? To who? Kagome? I doubt she’s heartbroken over not getting to eat noodles with me.” He grumbles out.

“You can’t be this blind, she likes you.” I get tempted to smack the back of his head for his idiocy, but refrain since I like playing with his hair.

“Oh… too bad, she’s not the person I like.” He comments so casually as he goes to retrieve the food, I assume he could smell it.

“Let me guess, your crush iiiiis kikyo?” I guess, assuming he simply had some feelings for his ex still, who, funny enough, is Kagome’s twin sister. My guess gets a snort & a head shake from the half demon.

“Guess again.”

“...Sango?”

“Hell no!”

“Miroku?”

“Ew.”

“... ahahahah! Is it Koga??” I cackle at the idea of Inuyasha liking his arch nemesis. That just gets an annoyed eye roll from the man who gives me a dirty look for that guess. “Unless it’s Naraku I have no clue.”

“You never even guessed yourself.” He grumbles, finally handing me my noodles & some chopsticks. I stare at him in confusion as I feel my face slowly grow warmer. He plops down back into his spot & looks at me with a done face. “I like you idiot.” He says clearly, making sure I understand that this isn’t a joke. My face grows warmer as I look away & mumble.

“I like you too Inu.” My response gets a huge smile as he leans over & kisses my flushed cheek.

“Then it’s official, we’re dating now.” He says with a victorious nod. He turns back to the tv to continue watching the old cartoon. Normally this is where I should make some comment on how that’s not how relationships work, but he’s so pleased with himself & I’ve wanted to date him for some time now. Sue me. I focus back on the cartoon as well as I eat my noodles.

The next day…

“& then Kirara stole my chicken!” Miroku continues to tell the tragic tale of how Sango’s demon cat Kirara ruined his dinner last night. Sango’s standing to the side shaking her head softly while doing her best not to smile fondly at her fiance. Kagome is standing beside me, doing her best not to laugh at the older man.

“Yo losers!” Inuyasha calls out as he finally shows up. He stands on my other side & wraps his arm around my shoulders. I lean into his side as everyone catches on to this new behavior.

“Took you long enough dog boy.” I comment. Sango slowly raises a hand to point from Inuyasha & then to me, & then back to Inuyasha. She does this a few times before finally forming a proper question.

“When did this become a thing?” She inquires.

“Yesterday when he crashed my lazy day.” I grumble with some slight saltiness. I notice Miroku is going to ask an inappropriate question & stop him before he can. “Don’t you dare holy boy, verbalize that question I fucking dare you.” I challenge which seems to work since he takes a step back with his hands up in front of his chest. Kagome seems to be obviously upset with what’s happening in front of her with small tears gathering in her eyes.

“W-what? But wasn’t I being obvious about my feelings for him?” She asks with a slight quiver.

“Well with Inuyasha you have to be upfront with him. Also just because you like him doesn’t mean he’s obligated to return your feelings.” I explain bluntly yet gentle enough to not seem hostile.

“But you noticed right? Why would you…?”

“Kagome, we’re not playing the “I called dibs” game. Plus, I called dibs all the way back in middle school.” I note at the end, I admit that was harsh. The last part catches the attention of Miroku & Sango, however Kagome just nodded slowly before excusing herself.

“You know, sometimes I forget you two grew up together.” Miroku comments as Sango looks towards where Kagome went, debating her next moves. I shrug Inuyasha’s arm off my shoulders & follow her, Sango not too far behind. We find her sitting under a tree in the park we had decided to meet up in. I sit next to her & give her a side hug. Sango sits across from her & takes her hands.

“Heartbreak is hard.” Sango tries to sooth her & says some more stuff. During her comforting prep talk I lean my head against Kagome’s. She rubs her head on mine & sighs. Once Sango is done Kagome offers a watery smile. We sit there for a few more minutes before Kagome states that she’s just gonna head home. Me & Sango walk her to her car before rejoining the boys. We decide to head to a cafe before going to the arcade. Looks like today just became a double date.

[doubledown]

Hello ! I deadass fuckin forgot about this account and uh yeah I will try to be more active but I can't promise anything at alll

Honestly idrc its your shit you do what you want

The reader is Gender neutral for this fic but male pronouns are used

Also who should I do next? I have deadass run out of ideas for fics 😗✌️

TW: Hair pulling, Caught Masturbating, Degradation, Pleasure Crying, Light choking, Use of Master/Doll, Edging, Fingering, Pegging/Bare Back ( depends on how you wanna interpret it ), Breeding(?)

Feedback is always welcomed ! Even if it's harsh as long as it's criticism and not just rude behavior

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" Fuck... " Asra moaned his cock twitching in his hand. While he knew the risk if you caught him but he was just so needy. You had been messing with him all morning without even knowing it. The way you moved and the way you tamed him...Just the thought of your hands around his neck teasing his breath made him pick up his pace. He threw his head back pants and your name mixing with his soft groans and whimpers of pleasure. He hadn't even heard the door to your place open. " Doll I'm home ! " You called closing the door.

" Shit. " He thought. He was so close. Fuck why did you have to come home just when he was on the edge of cumming. He half away tripped in an effort to quickly get himself together and try not to seem like he was doing something he knew he wasn't supposed to. " H-Hey love. " He said moving his hair out of his face as you walked. His cock practically throbbing to be touched. " Hey Sweetheart. Everything alright? " You asked a rather confused look on your face. Honestly he looked really sweaty and his hair was more of a mess then usual.

" Y-Yeah I'm perfectly fine hun. Just had a rather intense dream is all. " He laughed. Shit did he sound nervous? Maybe the laugh was to loud? Fuck he was just getting himself worked up more and more. " Asra. " Your tone more concerned then anything. He was so caught up in his own head he hadn't even noticed you until you were towering over him. And the moment he looked up to you his mind went blank. You had always had that type of effect on him. No matter how deep in worry he was in you always calmed his mind.

" Doll is there something you would like to confess? " Oh Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. You already knew. Wasn't that hard to see his cock hard and at attention. After all Asra wasn't small in the slightest. " Im sorry..." Was all he said in that pathetically whiny tone he always used when he knew he was in trouble. " I'm sorry Master...Ple-" He began saying before your hands found his throat. Not enough to hurt him of course but enough for him to get the hint to shut up. " Please? " You said almost laughing. " I haven't even said anything and your already proven your guilty. Seriously? Not even a reasonable excuse? " At the same time though you weren't gonna punish him half as bad as you planned to. But you weren't gonna let him know that.

He couldn't even really answer before he was flat on his elbows trying his best to stay up right with you on top of him. " You really are alittle attention whore huh? " You mockingly whispered with a smirk your lips barely grazing the other's lips as you leaned in. Your eyes meeting his only to be met back with harsh whine. " Just pathetic... " You softly laughed your hands teasing at the tip of his cock. " M...Fuck..Master pleasee..... " He begged. You hadn't even really did anything and he already was begging like a bitch in heat.

You pushed him on his stomach pinning his arms behind his back. You gently pushed your fingers in him causing him to whimper as he pushed back against them. He groaned as you gripped the back of his hair pulling it back to meet his eyes. " Quit moving. " You said simply tears already in his eyes from the ache in his cock. You let go of his hair only to put your hands on his neck pinning him against the pillow. You began pumping your fingers forcing him to cry out in relief and contentment. " Oh stop being dramatic Asra. " You laughed as you began adding another finger in. He cried out biting into the pillow his eyes already on the verge of rolling to the back of his head and his face a mess of tears.

You hadn't even stuffed him yet and he already was over here losing his mind. By the time you added a fourth he was on the verge of cumming. " o-Oh Fuck I..Im gonna cum-M! " He cried. And just when he thought he was gonna burst you stopped in mid pump. " So when excatly did I say you could cum? Hm? " You asked as you pulled his head up your knee resting on his wrist keeping him in place. He looked up at you burning need in his eyes. " Plea-ase....Maste-er pleaseee I-I've learned my lesson I won't do it again I promise. I'll be good I'l-l be so fuckin good.." He whined. " You are such a greedy little bitch. " You laughed. " But I can't just leave you here. Gotta finish what I started. " You hummed in his ear. He shivered as you pulled his hips up against you putting both of your hands over his. " Just breath sweetheart... " You said leaving small kisses on his back as you entered him. A small groan came from both of you as you bottomed out.

" Fuck Asra.. " You huffed as you moved your hips starting off nice and slow. " Y/nnnn please.. " he groaned pushing back against you. " Y/nnn " you mocked a mischievous grin on your face as you thrusted faster. " You are such a damn drama queen for some dick huh? " You said only to get a harsh moan in return. " That's it baby let it out for me. " You hummed in his ear a huff of curses comin from him as tears pooled in his eyes. " F-Fuck m-Master p-pleasee cum in me-e ple-ease pleas-se please please please ! " He cried out tears pratically pouring from his eyes. " Got damn it Asra.. " You muttered as you slipped one around his waist and one hand firmly gripping his hair thrustin in him deeply " Fuc-ckk ! M-Maste-er ! " He mewled loudly just as you finished with a loud groan slamming into one more time causing him to cry out. You breathed raggedly as you pulled out cum drippin out of him. " What do you say? " You asked breathlessly. " T-Thank you Master.. " He purred with a low eyed smile.

[reiyaus]

gender neutral intended

”of all the men in this world, you really had to choose this one?”

yaga grumbles, scratching his head as you kneeled sheepishly on the classroom floor. your fingers nervously tapped on the flesh of your thighs, mentally cursing satoru- who sat parallel to you- and glaring at him through your peripheral.

just minutes ago- your fingers were tangled in his hair (which you now want to rip off), your lips danced in sync with his (the very lips you wish to sew tight forever) as his toned arms caged you between him and the wall.

only minutes ago did you feel like the most accomplished person on earth. now, all you felt was humiliation; your own teacher catching you in the middle of your stupid act.

sneaking out of training to make out with satoru gojo in the school closet.

while yaga continued on with his rant, pacing around the classroom and cursing out whoever, satoru pokes the side of your leg. his head is turned towards you, allowing you to see the boyish smirk on his face.

the very face that got you in this mess. that dumb, obnoxious, sexy face.

“my dorm later?” he mouths, raising his brows in suggestiveness. you scoff, lightly slapping his thigh.

“have you no shame?” you whisper, feeling irked while he chuckled.

“in what world would i be ashamed to be with you?” satoru grins sappily, pinching the side of your thigh. you held back a yelp and instinctively slap his arm.

yaga hasn’t noticed yet, fortunately, his back was still turned to you.

“no! satoru, there’s absolutely no way im going out with you after this!” you whisper-yelled. you were lying, of course. no way you would leave someone as irritating, yet perfect, for someone else to snatch.

he pouts, looking back forward and heaving a dramatic sigh. “offer’s still up though. hah, i wonder how he’ll react when he finds out about the other times we-“

“what other times?”

[alana-reid-2005]

we all joke about and objectify this man, but do we stop to think how sad his story is? he grew up friendless and ruthlessly bullied for being a literal genius. constantly picked on by his coworkers, and he’s never in on the joke. he’s always being laughed at, never laughed with because no one understands his existentialist humor. he never has plans or places to go on the weekend after work. he goes to work then goes to his lonely home with all his books to keep him company. on occasion, he haunts the chess table at the park or meets with an old professor. no one takes the time to appreciate his weird little quirks. no one took the time to ask him if he was okay after the several traumatic incidents he endured. no one takes care of him because everyone’s too busy leaving. he could be a male model, yet he’s never thought of himself as attractive. when he does find love, he’s brutally stripped of it before he can blink. spencer reid, the lonely genius who learned of love too late and loss too soon.

[v1x3n]

[no-144444]

the oscars- o.piastri

꩜ summary: you bring your own oscar to the oscar's!

꩜ pairing: married! oscar piastri x actress! fem! reader

꩜ a/n: just realised i never posted this and it has been sitting in my drafts for over a month and a half ish lol

I want you to come with me. 

Those words had run through his head like a fucking jack-hammer for weeks. What did that even entail? Acquiring a tux, sure. He could do that. Learn all the names of the people he could potentially meet, any celebrities or old co-stars he’d probably met but didn’t remember. Again, he could do that. Sit beside you all night and let you be your wonderful self as he got a first class seat and bragging rights about the fact that he was yours, he did that all day everyday. 

So why did this feel so different? He’d been to award shows before. Not the award show, but motorsports ones. You’d come as his date. The world knew about you two. He’d gone to the BAFTAs with you one year. He should be fine. He knows he’s just there to hold your hand all night and make sure you don’t forget to eat something, but this just feels… different. This was the Oscars. The one night all of Hollywood steps out in their very best, hoping to get something back. And you were nominated in 3 categories. 

“Fix your bowtie,” Hattie fussed over him as he rolled his eyes. You’d even invited his whole family. You weren’t super close with yours and they hadn’t really supported your career, but the Piastri’s had. Nicole went to every premiere you offered her, sometimes flying last minute just to be there to support you. He remembered how touched you’d been when she showed up at your Cannes debut, you called him crying that night, not even knowing what to do with yourself because you thought it was just so nice. You were 14 then, but you were 24 now, and you weren’t just his girlfriend, you were his wife. You were officially part of the family, even though you had been from the moment he’d brought you home. He started playing with his ring, a nervous habit he’d picked up since getting married. 

“It is fixed,” he snapped back as she fiddled with it. “Mum said it looked fine-”

“I wasn’t looking at you when I said that!” she called from the other room. Oscar rolled his eyes again. 

“Your eyes are on swivels today,” Mae teased, looking up from her phone. Oscar fought back rolling them again, and instead went for a scoff. 

“I’m the only reason you guys are even coming,” he scoffed, Hattie still fixing his tie. Mae’s jaw dropped in offence. 

She gasped. “Excuse you! I think Y/n would still invite us even if you guys got a divorce.” 

A shiver went up his spine at that thought. Leaving you?  He couldn’t do it. He knew in his bones he’d adore you until he was old and grey, and probably a while after that too. 

“She definitely would,” Eddie added, walking in. “Plus, she’s dressed now, if you want to see her.”

Oscar tried to pull away from Hattie, but he just got choked by his bowtie, resulting in a fit of coughs and a gaggle of laughter from his sisters. 

He heard a chuckle he knew all too well and he turned his head. You were radiant. A burgundy formal gown, your hair exactly the way you loved it, and that wonderful look in your eyes. The one he saw when he woke up next to you. The one that made him blush no matter how long you’d been together. “You alright there?” you questioned.

He chuckled and Hattie finally finished with his bowtie, so he turned to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips to yours as he lifted you off the ground- just slightly. You grinned against his lips and he felt the panic that had been building completely subside. You pulled back as your feet reached the ground again, and chuckled. “Do I have lipstick?” he asked, a question he asked most days. You nodded, but Mae got up to take a photo, giggling at her brother with you. It didn’t bother him. You finally just wiped it off and smiled at him. 

“What do you think?” you asked, pulling back and giving him a spin. You showed off the low back and he knew he’d be ripping this dress off of you tonight. He swore the breath was knocked from his lungs every time you looked at him, but truly, you were breathtaking. 

“I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the entire world,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Oh yeah?” you smirked. He nodded. 

“Oh yeah.” 

The Red Carpet was as overwhelming as usual, but he enjoyed watching his sisters interact with the few fans of theirs that were there. He watched you with so much love and pride in his eyes, so much so that Tim had to nudge him to remember to walk on and not just stand in the back of your photos looking at you lovingly. When you finally finished up, you grabbed his hand as he led you into the auditorium. 

“You still have my speeches?’ you questioned. He tapped his chest, signalling that it was in his breast pocket. You smiled. “Thank you.”

“Always,” he smiled back. “Forever.” 

As soon as your moment began, it ended, because Nicole pulled you away to go talk to people and he fucked off to the dinner table. He watched as you worked the room, animatedly speaking to people as he watched on from his seat at the table, thoroughly enjoying his food. 

It was his dad who pulled him out of his daze, asking how he was feeling. 

“I’m fine,” he nodded, only slightly lying. 

Chris smiled. “She’s going to win ‘em, I bet you.” 

“She will,” Oscar nodded. “Her work has been incredible this year.”

“You’re telling me,” he chuckled. “I cried for three days over the Outrun.”

Oscar laughed out loud as his dad shook his head. “I know what you mean.”

Just then, Oscar caught your eye from the other side of the ballroom and you smiled at him, waving. He waved back. You were a vision in burgundy. He swore to go he was going to get heart palpitations from how beautiful you were. 

“Starting soon now,” Tim clapped his hands on Oscar’s shoulders. “Better be ready with those acceptance speeches.”

Chris smiled at Tim. “Took the words out of my mouth,” he chuckled. “Also have to practice your shocked face. Even though we all know she’s going to win every single one of them,” Chris tapped his leg. “Like how she pretends to be shocked when you win.” 

Oscar laughed, his cheeks going red. Why was he being embarrassed by his own father and step-father at the Oscars right now? He wanted you back, you could always calm them down, make them less… whatever they were. 

“Busy?” you asked, coming up to the table, your question directed at him. He stood up immediately. 

“Not at all,” he shook his head, the boys behind him chuckling like schoolgirls. He took your hand and you led him to the foot of the stage, squeezing his hand. 

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you whispered, leaning to his shoulder. “Thank you for coming.” 

“I'm so proud of you,” he smiled, his hand sneaking around your waist to pull you closer. He loved this. These quiet moments between all the hustle and bustle of your own lives. The room melted away behind you as you both stared at the stage you hoped you’d end up on tonight, but he knew you would. “I’ll always come.”

You chuckled. “You said cum.” 

He rolled his eyes, the soft moment between the two of you, now abruptly over due to his choice of words. He looked down at you and you laughed at his unimpressed stare. “I love you?” you offered, cupping his cheek. 

“I guess I love you too,” he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours gently, but quickly- as to not get lipstick all over his mouth. 

“And the nominees are; Anora, written by Sean Baker. The Brutalist, written by Brady Corbet, Mona Fastvold. A Real Pain, written by Jesse Eisenberg. , September 5, written by Moritz Binder, Tim Fehlbaum; co-written by Alex David. The Substance, written by Y/n Y/l/n,” the crowd cheered and he felt your hand squeeze his just a little tighter. “And the winner is… Anora, written by Sean Baker!” 

Despite the loss, you stood and clapped for him. Oscar joined you, though he thought you should’ve probably won. You both sat back down as his speech began and he took your hand again. “You alright?”

You nodded beside him, your eyes fixed to Sean and his speech. “There’s still like 4 hours left, don’t worry.”

He chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your hand. Ever the positive person. 

“And the nominees are; Anora, Sean Baker. The Brutalist, David Jancso. Conclave, Nick Emerson. The Outrun, Y/n Y/l/n. Wicked, Myron Kerstein,” you tensed beside him. “And the winner is… Y/n Y/l/n, The Outrun!” 

And the room stood for you. He felt like he was in slow motion. You both stood up at the same time, a bright smile on your face (he was sure he looked ridiculous), and you turned to him and you hugged him. 

“Holy shit,” you whispered. He smiled back, nodding. 

“You fucking did it,” he cheered as he pulled the speech out of his pocket. “Go accept it.” 

You nodded and started your descent down the stairs. The entirety of Hollywood was on their feet for you. You’d been working in the industry since you were a kid. Everyone knew how wonderful you were. Only he got to see it everyday. He watched, pride practically spilling from every pore as you stood up on that stage, taking the award in your hand, the sheet of paper in your hand. You looked up, a teary smile on your lips. “Wow,” you breathed out, looking at the room, but your eyes immediately met Oscar’s, and you both smiled again. “Hello, and thank you,” you started. “Umm… alright, speech- yes!” you unfolded the piece of paper in your hand and took a deep breath. “Well… first of all, I’d like to thank the academy, because this-” you held up your award. “Is incredible. And next, I’d like to thank my family. Nicole, Tim, Chris, Hattie, Eddie, Mae,” Oscar was already tearing up, and he was sure his mom was at the floodgates stage of it all. “You’ve been so incredibly kind to me over the past decade. You took me in when I was just a random 14 year old your son or brother was dating, and you gave me a family, and I'll always be grateful. Next, I’d like to thank my husband-” he felt a tear fall down his cheek and he knew there were about twenty cameras on him. There were a few cheers from the crowd. “- Oscar, you’ve made me insanely happy, and you’re my everything. But you’re also the only person I’ll ever let in my editing room. I love how curious you were at the start, and now, how effortlessly you help me. Truly, this is half yours-” you chuckled, and so did he. “No matter what. Whether you were coming in from a race weekend, totally exhausted, or just come back from a run, you’ll sit beside me in silence and help me make it all work. I don’t think you understand how much that means to me, so, thank you. I love you all, thank you!” you finished off, just wiping the small tear that had fallen away, as the crowd rose for you again. Oscar was a goner, tears falling freely as he tried to wipe them away. God, you were too kind. He adored you. 

The night ended at 3am, you walked away with two Oscar awards, and one Oscar. He was grinning the whole time, too. Couldn’t stop. You won Best Editing and Best Supporting Actress. His family were elated and you giggled on the way back tot he hotel as you watched videos of them react to you winning, since they weren't sitting beside you.

Both you and Oscar were exhausted, so you fell into bed, immediately tangling with each other and knocking out. 

He ran a hand through your hair as he lazily closed his eyes. "Y/n?"

You hummed against his skin, sign enough that you were slightly conscious.

"I adore you," he whispered, the silence of the room seeming even quieter in the dark. You looked up at him through tired eyes, a soft smile on your lips.

"I feel it," you smiled. "And I love you too."

Best night ever.

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navigation for my blog :)

[pyrodolls]

SUPERFAN! YANDERE BOY X POPSTAR! READER

WARNINGS: stalking, obsessiveness, breaking and entering, nsfw, masochist yandere, overstimulation, thigh riding, bondage, male masturbation, unhealthy behavior, average yandere tendencies, male yandere oc (he’s very pathetic and perverted, it’s giving “step on me” energy.) gender neutral reader

A/N: heyyyyy guess who isn’t dead.. i literally open tumblr every 3 minutes i just haven’t been posting. but i’m hereeeee lol. here’s a random yandere oc post, sorry it’s not mortal kombat. (tbh i have faded away from my mk obsession and now i am obsessed with until dawn, the quarry, tlou, and rdr.)

part two here!

superfan! yandere boy that buys all of your merchandise and streams your music on loop 24/7. even while he sleeps.

superfan! yandere boy that commissions artists to draw you and him together in different styles. some of them may depict him on a cute date with you, and some are more explicit and depict you stepping on him or choking him.

superfan! yandere boy that sneaks into your concerts if he didn’t manage to buy a ticket. no matter how strong your security is, he will always manage to find a way in and pretend he's just a regular fan.

superfan! yandere boy that will even sneak onto your house and film you through your window for hours, and then he would go home and touch himself to the footage of you.

superfan! yandere boy that wants to buy meet-and-greet tickets to see you, and be able to feel your presence up close and be able to speak to you personally. but as much as he craves your attention, he knows he wouldn't be able to handle it and would crumble immediately the second you look him in the eyes.

superfan! yandere boy that pays people to stalk you and take pictures of you when he can't do it himself. especially ones when you have a wardrobe malfunction.

superfan! yandere boy that goes to sleep every night fantasizing and dreaming of you. his particular favorite wet dream is of you letting him ride your thigh, grinding against your skin as a desperate attempt to feel any friction on his cock. your hands would roam around his body as he relishes in your attention, no matter where you touch him. any small nudge or brush against his skin would set his heart on fire and oh no where'd his pants go-

superfan! yandere boy that thinks you could do no wrong. you said something offensive and got yourself cancelled? he is your number one defender and would be threatening your naysayers on the internet. he would even go as far as to learn to hack just so he could delete their accounts.

superfan! yandere boy that almost WANTS to get caught. he knows he wouldn't be able to handle your attention, so he avoids it, but a part of him wants to get caught and outed for his perverted, stalker ways. he wants to hear you cuss him out and degrade him. he wants to see the disgusted look on your face as he is exposed for everything he did. spit on him, kick him, treat him like vermin, he doesn't mind. he gets off on the thought of you punishing him. he has a particular fantasy where your punishment for him is by tying him up and overstimulating him until he is crying, whimpering, and almost fainting. but he would still beg for more. no matter how long it lasts. it could be a week long and he still wouldn't be satisfied.

[iamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

A Soft Day with Souya

I’ve been writing a bunch of smut stuff, here’s one of my few pieces of fluff I do have!

Souya cuddling you and stressing over the fact that you might be tired of ramen and therefore tired of him and his cooking as that’s what he mostly makes, only for you to ask him what ramen he’s gonna make next and start ranting about how you used to detest ramen cause that’s all you could eat as a broke college student but he’s made you love it again with all the cool concoctions he and his brother has made. This, moments like this are when the both of you start falling for each other even deeper.

When the love spreads so far and wide that your whole apartment is covered in it, but while it spreads it also sinks into Souya, into his pores, his muscles, his brain, and especially his heart. It reminds him that you’re not with him because he’s a good fuck, no you’re with him because you love him, love his character, love his actions, hobbies, way of speaking, mannerism, everything. You love him and you wouldn’t hurt him or throw him away over things you don’t like, I mean you’re ranting about ramen he makes even though you used to hate it! Cuddling more into you he nods along to your words glad that you are who you are because in the same ways you love him he loves you, and he’ll fight you to the ends of the earth about who loves each other more.

Just a soft day with Souya.

Tags: @kisakis-boyfriend (I added a whole ass paragraph from when you last saw it) @sna-key

[liliumsabyss]

Scenario w/ Jason Todd (Sick!Gn!Y/n):

Y/n: Im colddddddd, and everything hurtsssssss!

Jason: Sounds like you have a fever.

Y/n: But the thingy says no.

Jason: What thing?

Y/n: THE THING!

Jason: Ok well take some ibuprofen to break your fever.

Y/n: Jay your not listening…THE THINGY SAYS NO!

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Y/n: Jayyyyyyy I’m still coldddddddd!

Jason: Well you took your medicine, you’ve stolen all the blankets in the house, and raided the kitchen for everything warm you could find. I think your going to have to just wait it off.

Y/n:*sarcastically* The fiery pits of hell sound real nice right now….

Jason: Trust me its not.

Y/n: *flabbergast at Jason’s joke*

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Y/n in the middle of the night: THERES THE RAT! RIGHT THERE!

Jason: WHERE!

Y/n: *pointing to picture of Jason on top of their dresser*

Jason: *offended sounds*

Y/n: Gasp… ITS THERE NOW!

Jason: Love your pointing to Bruce’s photo?

Y/n: AM NOT! SEE THERE ITS RUNNING!

Jason: *Feels y/n’a forehead* Ah fever hallucinations…time for another round of Motrin.

Y/n: *Sees Jason going to get medicine* JASON TODD YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! DONT LEAVE ME ALONE WITH THAT THING!

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A/n: Im sick lol. So heres my half assed writing to make myself feel better, its not great but I hope you enjoy.

[magical-reid]

What You Really Want

Paring: Lip Gallagher x GN!Reader (no use of Y/N or specific pronouns)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1 K

Prompt #30: “Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance.”

Summary: Lip Gallagher spends days nervously watching you from across the street, unsure how to make the first move, until his sister Fiona pushes him to stop daydreaming and actually talk to you. When he finally gathers the courage to approach, the conversation flows naturally, and Lip realizes he might just get the chance he’s been hoping for.

It was the end of another long day at the Gallagher house. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the front yard. Lip Gallagher leaned against the kitchen counter, nursing a beer as he gazed out the window. His eyes were fixed on you.

You were across the street, laughing with friends on the porch of your house. The sound of your laughter drifted through the air, light and easy, and Lip couldn’t help but stare. He hadn’t even realized how much time had passed as he watched you, his mind buzzing with thoughts of what it would be like to talk to you. To know you better. He hadn’t ever felt this kind of pull before. Not in the way he did now.

His fingers drummed absentmindedly on the bottle in his hand. He knew what Fiona would say if she saw him standing there, looking like an idiot.

Sure enough, as if summoned by his thoughts, Fiona walked into the kitchen, tossing her jacket over the back of a chair. She noticed Lip instantly, standing in the same spot, staring across the street at you. She raised an eyebrow.

“You’re doing it again,” she said, crossing her arms.

Lip shifted his weight, feigning innocence. “What?”

“Staring at them,” Fiona said, nodding toward the street. “You’ve been doing it for days now. What’s the deal?”

He took another swig of beer, avoiding her gaze. “Nothing.”

“Lip...” Fiona’s voice was sharper now. She wasn’t buying it. “You’re acting like a damn schoolboy with a crush. It’s obvious.”

He rolled his eyes, exhaling through his nose. “I don’t have a crush.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Fiona shook her head, giving him a knowing look. “Listen, maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance. But right now, you’re just another guy in the background of their life, watching from the sidelines.”

“Yeah, right,” Lip muttered. “Like I stand a chance.”

Fiona stepped closer, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You won’t know until you try. But I’m not gonna sit here and watch you waste time pining away. You can’t just keep daydreaming. You have to do something about it.”

Lip groaned, his frustration leaking through. He knew she was right. He just didn’t know how to make the first move. He’d never been good with women, not really—not in the way he wanted to be. Sure, he could charm his way through a conversation if he had to, but this... this was different. There was something about you that had him tied up in knots.

“What do you want me to do? Walk over there and just—what? Say hi?” Lip’s voice was laced with sarcasm.

“You’d be surprised how far ‘hi’ can take you,” Fiona replied with a smirk. “Just... do something. Stop staring at them like you’re in some cheesy romantic comedy.”

Lip threw back the last of his beer and set the empty bottle on the counter. He looked at Fiona, who was still watching him with that unrelenting look in her eyes.

“I’ll think about it,” he muttered, though he wasn’t sure he believed it himself.

Later that evening, Lip found himself outside on the front porch of the Gallagher house, pacing back and forth. His nerves were getting the best of him. He didn’t even know what he was doing anymore. He had a perfectly good excuse to go inside—Kevin had just called to invite him to the Alibi—but all he could think about was you.

Your laugh. Your smile. The way you made everything feel lighter just by being there.

He caught a glimpse of you again. You were standing in front of your house, talking to someone. His heart skipped a beat. He’d been walking this fine line between wanting to approach you and convincing himself that it wasn’t worth the risk. But Fiona’s words echoed in his mind: You can’t just keep watching from the sidelines.

And before he could talk himself out of it, Lip found himself walking across the street, moving toward your front porch with slow, deliberate steps.

When you saw him coming, your face lit up in surprise, then softened into something more welcoming. Lip’s stomach did a flip. You smiled at him, making it impossible for him to turn back now.

“Hey,” he said, his voice quieter than usual.

“Hey, Lip,” you responded, the warmth in your voice making his chest tighten. “What’s up?”

For a moment, Lip froze. God, he hadn’t actually thought this far ahead. He’d just been focused on making the first move.

“Uh... nothing much,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just... I’ve seen you around, and I thought I’d say hi.”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You’ve been staring at me for days, haven’t you?”

Lip chuckled, a nervous laugh. “Maybe.”

“Well, I’m glad you decided to stop staring and actually talk,” you teased, your smile widening.

“Yeah, well, Fiona made me do it,” Lip muttered, glancing over at his sister’s house in embarrassment.

“Fiona?” You raised an eyebrow. “That’s... unexpected.”

Lip shrugged, the tension in his shoulders easing as he realized he wasn’t going to screw this up after all. “She doesn’t let me off the hook very easily.”

“Sounds like a good sister.”

“I don’t know about that.” Lip grinned. “She’s always poking her nose into my business.”

You laughed, and it was enough to make Lip feel like he’d finally made the right choice.

“Honestly, I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while,” he admitted, his voice dropping a little. “But I didn’t know how to... I don’t know. Start the conversation.”

“Well, you’ve got a good start,” you said softly. “So... what’s next?”

Lip took a breath, realizing that maybe, just maybe, the first step was the hardest.

“Next?” He stepped closer. “Next... we see where this goes.”

And for the first time in a long while, Lip didn’t feel like he was on the outside looking in. Maybe things weren’t so complicated after all. Maybe, for once, he could actually get what he wanted.

[oddlylovingaddiction]

Okay someone needs to write about this, you know those neglected batfam reader stories?? Hear me out on this…

You’ve grown up with the batfam, an accidental one night stand your mom had with Bruce, she died (as one does) and you get sent to live with your father Bruce.

It takes a bit but you quickly get used to being ignored after years of it happening. It’s more like you are a stranger to all of them, you were a regular civilian so you couldn’t relate to their secret bat duties, I mean when your entire family fights crime but you, you’re gonna miss out on bonding opportunities.

As you get older you spend time out of the house more, nobody cares cause nobody gives a fuck. And the more you get older the longer you spend outside, 1 day, 3 days… 1 week…. 5 months, 1 year etc.

Until one day you come back after 2 years, 8 months pregnant. Hell breaks loose.

“What’s that?” Damian says pointing to your very obvious pregnancy bump scrunching his face up confused.

“An alien, no use your head. What does it look like?” You reply annoyed, everyone is staring at you like you’re some sort of alien that just started speaking English. To be fair, it was kind of like you were. A male dominated family, where only the father was the only one bringing home biological and nonbiological children left and right, now all of a sudden you come home pregnant? That’s probably pretty alien to them.

“Listen I’m only here because I had a fight with my husband.” You sigh before Dick squeaks out “HUSBAND?” Like that was the most shocking situation.

Actually the most shocking part was who your husband and the baby’s father is, which you deliberately avoiding telling them about him. Until one night your husband breaks into the Wayne residence determined to win his lover back. 🤭

Edit: still a free prompt however!! I just want to add the official start of my version of this prompt is here!!! Go check it out!

[reidrum]

doctor, doctor

A/N: the things i have planned for them.............

summary: in which the doctor meets the doctor, a doctor meetcute if you will

cw: doctor!reader, fluff, flirting, hospital mentions, set during season 5x01 (spoilers ig)

wc: 1.07k

Spencer hates hospitals.

He’s not really sure who could like being in one of them, but it’s definitely not him. The hospital brings bad memories, near death experiences, a reminder of his impending mortality—things he already has enough of at work.

Yet work is mainly the reason he finds himself laid out on a hospital bed from time to time, waiting to find out how much of the unsub’s agenda is about to be scarred on his body forever. It’s how he finds himself right now, twiddling his thumbs as he waits for the doctor to come give him an update. Today’s incident, ironically, was him getting caught in the crossfire of a vengeful father out to kill the surgeon who couldn’t operate on his son. It was only his leg that suffered, but he knows the recovery for it is about to be a long and boring journey.

Spencer’s ears perk up at a group of voices most likely a few doors down, outwardly sighing knowing the doctor and their team are about to round on his case next. He just wants to go home. Emily had been texting him updates about Hotch who hadn’t shown up for the case earlier that day, and it only spiraled further when Penelope found out he had been dropped off at the ER on the other side of town with Derek’s stolen credentials. No one’s been able to give him an update since and all he can do is sit in this stupid bed while he suffers in agony.

A knock pulls him out of his head, “Good morning Mr. Reid, mind if I come in?”

He nods aimlessly without looking up just yet, adjusting his body on the bed so he can at least look respectful while sitting up to talk to the doctor.

“How are you feeling today?” you say as you click through his chart on the monitor next to him.

Spencer sighs, “I’ve been better. Oh, I’ve been having these chest pains and I was thinking it’s probably a side effect of the Dilitiazem. Maybe it might be better to switch to—“

The rest of the sentence falls flat on his tongue, because that’s when he finally gets a look at his doctor.

You’re not what he’s expecting out of a doctor, and he swears he means it in the least misogynistic way he can think of. Quite the opposite really, as he thinks he’s definitely discovered the living definition of brains and beauty. You’ve been in the room for all of two minutes, all you’re wearing is scrubs, and yet he’s enticed by every inch of you—by the way your fingers type quickly on the keyboard, your brows furrowed whilst deep in thought, how your lips move when you talk.

Wait, your lips are moving.

“Mr. Reid? Everything okay?” you wave a hand in front of his face, “Your chart didn’t say anything about a head injury, are you feeling dizzy?”

“Uh—Um, d–doctor.” he stutters.

You tilt your head in adorable confusion, his heart squeezes in love at first sight, “Yes, I’m the doctor…are you sure you’re okay?

Smooth, Reid.

“N—No, I um, I’m a doctor too.” he winces out.

“I see, good to know,” you smile, “what kind of doctor are you?”

“Oh, I’m not that kind of doctor,” He should have never learned how to speak. “I have three PhDs.”

“Three? Holy shit, that’s impressive.”

He blushes profusely, thankful the heart rate monitor hasn’t picked up his tell.

“What are they in?” you ask with a genuine interest sparkling in your eyes.

Spencer goes bashful, “I have PhDs in math, engineering, and chemistry. Also two bachelors in sociology and psychology…and I’m working on my philosophy degree right now.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, “Are you like a genius or something?”

“Or something. I have an eidetic memory.” he smiles sheepishly.

“Now that would be useful in medical school, surprised that’s not something you picked up while shopping around for those degrees.”

His face reddens deeper. You’re making jokes, and he’s thinking chapel versus courthouse.

“Just wasn’t interested in it, plus I’m sure the medical world is better off with people like you.”

You grin slowly, “Like me? You just met me.”

“I’m a profiler for the FBI, the behavioral analysis unit?” he says it like a question.

“Oh, I’ve heard of you guys! We see you on the news all the time.” you say excitedly, “What’s your verdict on me then?”

He takes a breath, “I think…you’re very good at what you do. The time it took you to get from the previous patient to my room was longer than average which tells me you’re well liked and respected. And I think I’d be more inclined to lie in a hospital bed if I knew you’d be my doctor.”

“Dr. Reid, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you might be flirting with me.” you say cheekily.

“Is it working?”

“Verdict’s still out.” You wink at him, he nearly flatlines, “So, you think the Dilitiazem isn’t working? What do you think we should switch to?”

“Um…Amlodipine?”

You grin, softly chuckling, “Good call, doctor.” You turn back to the monitor to put the prescription in and close out the chart. “Can I just check your lungs really quick?”

He nods and instantly regrets it when you step closer, the waft of gourmand overwhelming his senses. You unravel your stethoscope and lean down to press the face to his chest, “Deep breath.”

Spencer inhales as best he cans but he knows he’s about to be outed the longer you stand so close to him like this.

“Your lungs sound fine, but your heart's beating really fast.” you giggle as you stand up straight again.

“It does that.” Around really, really, pretty girls.

“Not sure if the Amlodipine alone will help that.”

“No I don’t think so either,” he shuffles awkwardly on the bed, “but…your number might?”

“My number? That’s awfully forward, Dr. Reid,” you beam, “but, if in your educated opinion you find it vital to your recovery and well being…” You scribble your name and number on a post it note, sticking it to the flower vase on the side of his bed. Clicking your pen and sliding it back into your pocket, you head towards the door.

“It was very nice to meet you, doctor.” you turn to him, “See you soon?”

He couldn’t hide his grin if he tried. “See you soon, doctor.”