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[devils-dares]

Hey, can I make a Matt X you request. You're drunk, Matt wants to take you to your home but you're full of nonsense and don't want to go home.

working on finishing these, been super busy with doctor's appointments, my apologies

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"and if i walk in front of the car?"

"that's insurance fraud." he deadpans. you pout.

"i think you've had enough to drink." he reaches for your beer, but you swirl it around and chug it down, belching when you finish.

"i'm not goin home." you slur. he tilts his head back and sighs.

"please?"

"nuh uh!" you shake your head proudly, stumbling over to josie before matt grabs your waist.

"we're getting some air." you try your best to protest, but he's just too strong and you're too drunk to compete with him. you let him drag you outside, sobering the smallest bit, but not by much.

"you're gonna have a hell of a hangover tomorrow."

"let me drink more and earn it." he laughs, tongue poking out between his teeth at the disbelief of you.

"josie should have already cut you off."

"hey man! josie loves me!" you poke his chest hard and he stumbles a step back.

"if i- if i take you to my apartment, will you come?"

"yeah."

"but you won't go home."

"no." he sighs again.

"okay, let's get you to my place then."

"will you cuddle with me?"

"of course."

"okay."

"let's go home."

"your home." you emphasize.

"darling," he says, pulling you towards him by the waist, "if i had my way, my place and your place would be the same place. i want you to move in with me. and i'm telling you now so you don't remember in the morning." he kisses you quick and sweet, and takes your hand to lead you home.

"home." you mumble, and he smiles.

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Caught in the Rain; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, reader needs to get bonked with a stick (/j)

Content Warning; Swearing

Word Count; 700+

AN; Don't expose my ass on my own blog, Soru /j. (just trying to feed your own simping along with the simps) But I hope you enjoy what I wrote for Leona and this prompt! As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The sky lay heavy with dark clouds, the smell of rain thick in the air, yet not a single drop had yet to strike the ground. The air was dense with humidity, warm from the harsh sun’s rays from earlier in the day. But yet, you found yourself outside, trying to find Leona.

He had invited you to spend your summer break as his guest in the palace. Well, less so 'invited', more so demanded.

“Do you have anywhere else to be, herbivore? I thought as much. Come on, you’re staying with me.”

You still don’t really know why, but you weren’t going to throw away the chance of staying someplace beyond nice for the summer… plus Leona wasn’t so bad once you got to know him. Yes, he puts on an act of not caring, and being abrasive, but you knew that he cared, that he worried. Also, the two of you had been having this back-and-forth banter for months; blurring the lines of just friends bickering and something... more. But neither of you had made a move. It just hung in the air between you, nearly as suffocating as the humidity now; potent with the possibility of a massive storm.

Back to the present though. You were on the outskirts of the palace, looking for wherever Leona had decided to take a nap for this afternoon.

“Leona,” you called, but all you heard in return was the low rumble of thunder in the distance. Where is that overgrown house cat? I swear if I get caught in a downpour because of him… “LEONA!”

The first drops of rain began to fall, gentle and sparse. But you knew full well that in a few minutes' time they would be falling hard and fast.

“LEONA KINGSCHOLAR?!” You shouted at the top of your lungs.

You heard an annoyed huff of air off to your left, and looking up you saw none other than Leona lounging in the low-hanging branches of a tree.

“Ya don’t need to yell, ya know,” he sighed, landing softly on the ground. He looked up to the sky and frowned before setting a slow pace back to the palace. “Are you coming or what, herbivore?”

You followed after him, catching up so the both of you were going at a comfortable pace. Thunder was still rumbling, and the rain was slowly picking up, but there was no rush. Well, there wasn’t any rush until there was a flash of lightning and it seemed like the entire sky’s worth of water came down all at once on the both of you.

“Shit,” Leona hissed and guided the both of you to the relative cover of a tree to wait out the worst of the monsoon. “Just our luc-” He stopped talking when he looked at you though.

You were spitting out some stray rainwater that had managed to get into your mouth. But once the intruding water was gone you looked over to him but you felt your eyes lock on his torso; the white shirt that he was wearing was now completely see-through and you could see everything. Stop staring! Damn though- STOP STARING! But your eyes refused to move.

Leona noticed this, and he also took in your drenched appearance but was more subtle with it. “Tch,” he tapped you on the nose, breaking you of your staring stupor. “My eyes are up here,” his voice was teasing though, light.

You snapped out of it, catching his mirthful eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you whisper. You felt your face grow warm at the slip of your tongue, but it was true. Even before you openly ogled at him, you always thought that, but never said it to his face.

Leona chuffed, but he didn’t say anything; neither denying or accepting your statement. “You aren’t half bad yourself,” he said softly.

The two of you sat underneath the tree, still in your soaked clothes, watching the rain fall together in a comfortable quiet. And while the first golden rays of sunlight may have been stunning, the both of you thought it was nothing when compared to the captor of your hearts; each other.

After all, you still had the rest of the summer to build on this new development.

[kashedelic]

A HAT OF HEARTH - trafalgar d. law x f!reader

SUMMARY: Sometimes if you look closer (to a certain hat), you’ll find that Law loves in ways you didn’t expect.

NOTES: law x reader, second pov, established relationship, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, some possessiveness if you squint, law being lovey dovey, i just need law fluff tbh.

wc: 900

a/n: this is the first fic im uploading and I can’t say that i’m disappointed. currently working on some more fics and i’m hoping to get those out soon, but I cant exactly say when because i NEED those ones to be a little bit more detailed than a silly little drabble like this. and yes, those include the reqs! anyways, I need a law in my life frl.

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The hat was an emblem that Trafalgar D. Law, the Surgeon of Death, was capable of loving. Sure, the man was never too forward with how he showed love, but who said love had to be overt? Could it not manifest in quieter forms? What was wrong with loving in silence? Was it such a sin to care, to praise, to cherish quietly before daring to be bold? “We’re headed into a colder climate, wear this.” The clipped, brusque command might make anyone else think he was chastising a petulant child or begrudgingly tending to a nuisance. Yet, with the way his eyes flickered over your face for a moment longer than necessary, and the subtle brush of his fingers against the side of your head, the truth was far from that assumption.

Law was a doctor, after all - one fully capable of nursing you back to good health, but just the mere thought of seeing you feverish, voice weak and body frail, made his chest tighten with unease.

Even if your falling ill meant more one-on-one time together, he’d never risk it. He would rather see you well than selfishly enjoy your dependance on him. However, in the scenario that sickness did strike, Law would be readily beside you, caring for you every step of the way.

Law cared.

“Take care of it for me, will ya?” He hastily flopped the hat on your head, slightly askew, its brim tilted awkwardly. Your fingers instinctively reached up to adjust it, bewilderment etched into your features. Law, who rarely ever parted with his signature hat, had entrusted it to you. There was a small pause, a moment of lingerment, before he adjusted his grip on Kikoku and dashed back into the fray.

You watched as the blade caught and reflected light, clashing against a formidable enemy. The hat sat heavy on your head, a reminder of its significance. You didn’t know too much about the hat’s origin, but you know one thing: Law didn’t part with it lightly. 

The thought of joining the battle crossed your mind - you were perfectly capable to - but something about the weight of the hat felt grounding, as though it was urging you to stay. Something in your gut told you that it wasn’t just a token of trust; it was a silent request to hold down the Polar Tang, to handle any threats to the ship. In that moment, you weren’t merely entrusted with just the hat, but you were entrusted with Law’s entire livelihood. That alone made it more symbolic. It was a quiet testament to how Law trusts.

“Need to cover yourself more,” he muttered, tugging the brim down until it shaded your face. It was definitely larger on your head than on his and if his expression hadn’t been so grumpy, you would have joked about his supposedly “mega-sized head.” The hat swallowed you whole, but he would rather it that way. In fact, if it were really up to him, it would come with a veil to shield you from every prying eye. 

Law didn’t care - he wanted to protect. Law often thought the world didn’t deserve you. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he deserved you. In his eyes, your smile put the sun to shame, and all your curves and edges made him think that there’s another place that he wants - no, needs - to explore. Though again, he won’t admit that to you and he reluctantly agreed with himself to put those thoughts aside and instead focused on the desire to shield you.

He knew you were pretty, too pretty for his liking - at least when it came to the crooked world around him. The thought of anyone else noticing, of anyone else having thoughts about you, grated on his nerves. He hated the way men stared when you dressed up, hated the way his chest tightened and his breath caught when you twirled in new clothes, showing them off to Bepo. “They've got beady little bird-brain eyes,” he’d grumble under his breath, his hand tightening around Kikoku’s hilt whenever anyone started a second too long. Still, even as he kept his guard up, the hat stayed on your head. A silent declaration, a mark of who you belonged to. 

Law protected.

“Didn’t know I got us a clown on the Tang,” he chuckled, placing the hat on your head once again - this time even more lopsided and deliberately so. He turned away, and leaned his back against the ship’s railing, one leg crossed over the other. Taut muscles flexed as his elbows lazily rested against the bar, his chest tattoos peaking through the wifebeater he donned. Law lets you humor him as he humors you back by sloppily placing the hat on your face. You scowled at his teasing, but Law snickered at your ruffled appearance, finding you endereaning despite the exaggerated frown on your lips. 

Law humored.

The hat rests carefully in your hands, the fluffy material caressed between your digits. You hadn’t meant to look into the hat so much, but now, as he silently slipped the hat onto your lap  before heading off to shower instead of placing it on a shelf like usual, you couldn’t help but reminisce on all the fond memories associated with the hat.

You noted that this hat would not only bring heat to your head, but to your heart too, because Law loved.

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[takes1]

i just wanted to tell you how GOOD that asahi x reader that u posted recently is like OML. ty for doing gods work and posting for my MAN

extra: a rough!asahi drabble

i appreciate your kindness so much. 😭this is just a small final-final drabble to the rough!asahi series, nothing much but some ppl were asking <3

warnings. implied nsfw, heavy recreational drinking, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / fluff-esque / asahi is the aftercare king / mutual size kink / playfighting kink / power struggle fetish / nishinoya loves his friends / 900 words

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Thanks to some calculated foresight, nobody noticed you and Asahi leaving at the same time. Everyone had been involved in their monetized 50/50 odds with Kageyama/Tsukishima's brawl that nothing else mattered.

That was, of course, only until Nishinoya couldn't find his bestie.

He was turning to call to you, make one more joke about how you scared the big coward off.

He quickly scanned the rest of the room- you had both vanished from thin air.

"Yachi?"

It was a little tap against her leg. He sat on the floor, back against the sofa that she was perched on. She leaned forward to hear him amidst all the commotion.

"Did you see where Asahi went?"

Her face grew bright, bright red. She straightened and didn't look at him, except for another tiny, nervous glance.

Yachi infamously could not keep secrets. And, although it wasn't exactly a secret that you two left, it was obvious that you didn't want to be followed, and she knew your feelings well.

Nishinoya's mouth hung open- he pushed himself to sit between her and Daichi, watching her way too close.

A suspicious mutter, right next to her cherry-red face, "You know something."

"Okay- okay, 'Noya-!" Daichi grabbed him hard enough to make him sit naturally again, "Stop that."

"Where is Asahi!" He shouted.

He shoved Daichi off and got up to a kneel again so that he could scan the entire living room. It was hardly a question, because this twilight-zone couch wasn't going to get him any answers.

Suga tried a smarter approach, after sharing a panicked look to Daichi.

"He probably had to take a shit, or somethin'."

Nishinoya stood on the couch, pointing a harsh finger at Suga. He was completely tipped off now, unable to trust a single person, because it was obvious he was not in on something. Now they were all trying to lie.

"You know he only shits in his own house!"

Daichi had to stifle his laughter- that was so true, and such a tiny detail they all knew, and never acknowledged. His attempts to grab Noya were compromised as he giggled. Being pretty wasted did not help.

"Noya, Sit- aah-hahaha-! Sit dowwn!"

"Okayyy, relax man!"

Nishinoya was freaking out, also drunk, knocked back down to his knees because of Daichi's clumsy pulling, "Wheeere! Is! Asahiii!"

Suga stood up to help, only throwing a glance to Yachi- who looked like she was about to implode. The pressure was high, made worse by everyone else's loud chanting, a count-down, for Kageyama to keep his hold on Tsukishima in the center of the circle.

"You're gonna-Ow! Hurt yourself!"

It took the combined strength of Suga and Daichi to keep their smaller friend in place. Tens of minutes passed by with Nishinoya restrained by his legs and waist- sprawled awkwardly over their laps. He would occasionally cry Asahi's name up to the ceiling in a monotone, defeated drawl, as if he was dead.

Nobody else cared, aside from thinking Nishinoya was a funny little guy when he had been drinking.

The rest of the matches were quieter. Daichi had to give up his ref position to Kageyama, since he was sober and the most willing, but that didn't stop him from making the world's worst calls.

Yachi was the first to hear it.

She was zoned out, staring forward at the blank wall, but got roused by a small, and somewhat familiar pitch.

"Oh- oh no--," She leaned over Nishinoya's leg, shaking Daichi's shoulder. She mouthed, 'I can hear them!'

Instead of springing up into action right away, like she expected them to, they sat still. It took a second to understand that they were trying to listen.

The very feint, but undeniable, sounds of some very good sex met their curious ears.

"The speaker-!" Suga caught his breath, sporting a very similar, harsh redness, as he shoved Nishinoya off, "Fuck, I- I'm getting th'speaker."

The solution was efficient, and a surefire way to keep everyone downstairs for longer. It was waking up those that were falling asleep.

It also helped to disguise Asahi once he began barreling down the steps. To the little group, all in on it, they were turned around already, waiting to see him as he stepped into the light.

He was glittering with sweat.

A brief, uneven, "H-ey, guys."

He cleared his throat, unable to meet any of their eyes, as he continued to the kitchen for some water.

Daichi collapsed onto the couch. He was taken completely with laughter, and Suga sat upright, mouth hanging open, growing warmer and warmer, clutching Yachi for support.

If that's what Asahi looked like, it was safe to assume that you must've been in shambles.

When he came back around with water, Nishinoya flung his torso over the back of the couch and barely snagged him by the shirt.

"Asahiii!" He gripped him tight, meeting his eyes with a messy smile, "Who won?"

Asahi made a frightened sound.

In his violent shudder, Nishinoya was shaken off and had to go without a proper response-- he scoffed, calling after him, "You're such a wuss!!"

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[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Soothing Lullaby

|| Mel Medarda x fem!reader

|| Warnings; slight season two spoilers about Mel, injured reader, blood mentions, Mel takes care of reader, brief mentions of death but nobody dies, you decide why reader was in Zaun, short drabble

|| Summary; when reader returns from a trip down to Zaun with an injury, Mel helps her out.

Requests closed!

Started; December 15th

Finished; December 15th

HurtCember2024; Day 11, Caretaking

Author Note; firstly, sorry about how long all my fics have been taking me. I haven't had a writing mindset and I wanted the fics to be good so I haven't been writing. Secondly, thank you for 900 followers!! Love all of you 🫶 I wonder if we can hit 1,000 before the new year?

Also; don't know if Mel's magic can heal, but for the sake of this fic yes she can lmao

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It was late afternoon when you'd stumbled into Mel's room after having gone down to Zaun. Looking for something. Mel, of course, hadn't been aware of your little adventure. So, when she saw you her eyes widened with worry.

"Y/N? What happened to you?" Mel forgot all about the clothes she was previously looking through. There was a party tonight; Mel was looking for an outfit to wear. But now, she was looking at you. More specifically the wound that traveled up your leg. It cut through the fabric of your pants. Stretching from the start of your heel, just above the edge of your shoe line, and twisted up to behind your knee cap. Blood dripping down from the deeper parts of the cut.

"Um... ran into a Zaunite," you explained. Tone a bit sheepish. Mel's eyes narrowed in confusion. A Zaunite? Why were you in Zaun? Or had the Zaunite come to the surface? Her mind buzzed with a million questions. Questions that she would ask once she's helped you.

Mel knelt down, taking your leg into her hands. With her magic, caretaking was a pretty easy thing for her to do. You winced as your leg was moved and Mel looked into your eyes. Her gaze soft, full of nothing but worry and sympathy for you," shh. You're okay," her voice feels like a soothing lullaby. One that makes your shoulders ease the moment it reaches your ears. You gave her a nod.

Her fingers danced along your injury. A light golden glow seeping through the tips of her fingers and into the wound. Closing it with a golden shimmer that marked the line of where it once was. The pain had left you the moment her fingers touched you. Feeling a sense of ease. You had to admit, Mel's magic was a handy little trick. It's helped you lots before.

"Better?" Mel asked, gently letting go of your leg. Allowing you to rest your foot to the floor again. You have your leg a little shake, testing if there was any lingering pain. A smile crossed your lips when there wasn't any.

"Yep! Thank you, Mel," you thanked her. She stood, hands gently caressing your cheeks while she looked into your eyes. Your own eyes locked with hers, those absolutely stunning eyes... you could stare into them all day without getting bored. They were just memorizing.

"You truly need to be more careful. What ever will I do with you, hm?" Mel met your smile with her own. She loved you, but you were always getting yourself into trouble that she had to drag you out of. Honestly you'd probably be dead if not for her. She didn't mind, though. You and your shenanigans were just free entertainment for her.

"Maybe kiss me?" You suggested shamelessly, earning yourself a laugh from your girlfriend.

"Is that all you want? Well, I think we can make that happen," her lips latched to yours. Dancing in soft rhythms. Your arms wrapped around Mel's neck loosely. Bringing her in closer to you.

The kiss lasted as long as it could before Mel's focus was back to your leg, frowning again at the blood that still lingered," let's get you into the shower." You weren't about to argue with that. Perhaps you could convince her to join.

[notjustjavierpena]

Cher (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: Just something silly :) 

Summary: Why is Javier blasting Cher?

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: Family dynamics, fluff, happy family 

Word count: 900

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52937182/chapters/156416113

Cher

There is a new course you have to take for work. It involves a few days of training a week, being huddled up in a building across town with your colleagues. It also involves leaving Javier alone most Wednesday and Thursday nights with a very fussy Inés and her adjusting older brother. You are excited to return home each night, parking the car with a smile every time you see the light through the kitchen window. 

However today, the light is accompanied by the sound of your stereo system - Javier’s pride - playing as you step out of the car. It is just loud enough for you to be able to hear the pulse of the bass through the brick walls. The song is unmistakable. 

DO YOU BELIEEEVE IN LIFE AFTER LOVE?

You swing the door open, firstly greeted by Cher’s voice. It isn’t obnoxiously loud but it certainly makes an impression at this volume, her auto tuned vocals blasting from the kitchen.

Next is the sight of your husband looking like he has been through war, hair tousled from tugging on it and his shirt untucked from his pants. He bounces Inés in his embrace, her arms laying against his chest while her face shows evidence of many previous tears. She isn’t asleep but rather wide-eyed and quiet, staring up at her father with wonder as the music plays. 

“What is going on here?” You ask with a stifled smile, putting down your bag and heading toward your daughter. You kiss her head and then her fat cheek, 

“Don’t ask,” Javier answers before you can say something snarky. 

“This is what we’re doing now?” You say instead and reach up to cover your mouth, a giggle escaping you but luckily getting lost as Cher hits another high note. 

“Oh yes, very much so. Inés won’t stop screaming at me unless Cher is playing at top volume and your son thinks it’s the best day of his life,” he gestures to Lucas as he comes bounding through the living room. You turn to face him while Javier continues to gently rock his daughter back and forth in time to the beat. 

“Mamá! Dance with me!” Lucas’ voice sounds over the music. He runs straight towards you, so very clearly enjoying himself like Javier has said. You mostly want to sit down, exhausted from hearing a man drone on about a program for your computer, but your son starts dragging you toward the center of the living room. You let him, unable to resist the way he looks like a mini version of your husband. 

He starts spinning around in circles, enthusiastically trying to follow the rhythm but only seeming to flail around while missing the beat completely. He is adorable, smiling from ear to ear as you hold out your hands for him to take. You sway with him while he giggles, your whole body flooding with happiness at the sight and sound. 

When the song starts to fade, Javier disappears into the kitchen to restart it. The familiar intro to the 90s hit starts playing and you can’t help yourself, reaching down to pick up your son and spinning with him. 

From the doorway, Javier watches you with soft eyes. He still makes your heart do somersaults in your chest, beating as fast as when you had first met him. He has a tired smile on his face, a bit of baby spittle on his shirt, but to you, he looks perfect simply because he has set aside his sanity for the sake of his baby girl. 

You dance towards him with Lucas on your arm. Your free hand reaches out for him, and Javier takes it only to be dragged into a tender kiss. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Lucas’ face light up at the sweet display of affection between his parents. 

“You’re a great dad,” you say, the upbeat song a funny contrast to the gentle moment. 

Javier looks slightly shy, the faintest pink tinting his cheeks, and he huffs a flustered laugh. He rests his lips against the top of Inés’ head, her eyes having started to droop, “Cher’s the real star of the show here, doing all the heavy lifting.”

“Give yourself some credit, husband,” you roll your eyes affectionately while Lucas impatiently starts wiggling between the two of you. You smooch his dark hair even as you still look at your intoxicating man. 

“Yeah, well,” he replies with a slight shrug and a smile while you step back to continue dancing around the living room, holding a squealing toddler in your arms. It’s a funny feeling to be bone-deep tired yet also so full of happiness that it feels like you’re floating. 

Javier goes to restart the song once more. On his chest, Inés has dozed off completely. You are already feeling overwhelmed by the third replay of the tune but it is Javier who looks exasperated by the idea that he might start singing it in his sleep tonight. 

However, as Lucas throws his arms out to the sides to imitate flying in your arms, Javier also looks like he can’t believe that this happiness is his.

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[neigepomme]

Hello! I wanted to participate in your 500+ followers Drabble event! The Love Interest I have in mind is Rafayel with the song Would You Fall In Love With Me Again from Epic the musical by Jorge “Jay” Rivera Herrans. The song has been stuck in my head for ages and I couldn’t help but think of all the boys in Odysseus’s place and MC/reader in Penelope’s. The prompt I have in mind is based on the song, especially when Penolope says “I will fall in love with you, over and over again, I don’t care how where or when. No matter how long it’s been your mine! Don’t tell me you’re not the same person! You’re always my husband and I’ve been waiting! Waiting(x6) For you!” I just want a really sweet and heart felt reunión where the reader remembers all their past lives with him and they talk about it and he reveals all he’s done to be with them. He may feel like the reader will think he’s a monster for choosing them over his people and may want to leave him but reader shows him (maybe even screams it at him so there’s no way he can say otherwise) that they will always love him no matter how much he’s changed or what he’s done. He is their husband, no matter which lifetime they have together. Always. The “Waiting” lines could also be the reader telling him they will always wait for him in every life, so they can be together, because their heart is his (both literally and emotionally).

Sorry for the rant. I just have kept this in my brain for so long. I hope this isn’t too much. If you want to not do everything here that’s fine. The base of it is just reader remembering their lives, talking to him about it and how no matter what they will always love him. You could flip it around where reader feels like they should leave him because he deserves a partner who won’t hurt him like they have and he says these lines. You can choose the most fitting pronouns for reader here. Thank you for reading all this. I hope it isn’t too big of an ask feel free to do what you want with this. I’m sure it’ll be great either way!

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synopsis; when you recover your memories of a past life, rafayel grows frantic and fearful of what you may think of him, but no matter what man he becomes, he will always be yours.

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⋆ 900 words / hurt/comfort / fem reader / 2nd person

the memories came flooding back on a moonlit night.

visions of a fallen empire, of a star-crossed romance with the man laying besides you — all of which you were apart of. beads of sweat trickle down your forehead as tears start forming in your eyes with the overwhelming reality taking over your mind.

you remember him. you remember rafayel.

as if sensing that something was off, his bond mark glows slightly, and he shifts and lays on his side to face you, eyes still closed.

"cutie? why are you still up?"

rafayel's voice acts like an anchor, soft and still full of sleep. you've known him. this voice, which called out to you in that dreams, calling you his beloved bride — his, and only his. the sobs started, tears trickling down your face as you reach out to cup his cheek.

"i remember, rafayel. i remember everything, i remember lemuria, i remember it all."

you expect his face to brighten up, for him to hold you in his arms, any indicator of happiness, but instead, you're met with his face growing paler by the minute.

rafayel's heart rate quickened. he should be happy. hell, he should be elated at the thought of you remembering him, but all he can think of are the sins he committed in his past lives. he could see himself reflected in your eyes, in your tears, and all he could think was that his mirror image was that of a monster.

how could you love him if you knew who he was? the traitor of a civilization, who brought on the end of lemurians — all for a doomed love. the sacrifices he made for you, but would you understand that they were made in order to bring the two of you together?

in rafayel's panic, all he could see were the iridescent tears trickling down your cheeks, and he could only imagine them being tears of disgust, of disdain. he cannot imagine you, the brightest and most beautiful presence he's ever encountered, loving him after all of the things he's done. his breathing quickens, and your hand on his cheek seems to burn through his conscience — would you fall in love with him again if you knew all that he'd done?

"rafayel? rafayel, say something."

your lover's body grew cold, sweat dripping down his forehead as he shook his head. hyperventilating, he tries his damndest to give you an answer, but no matter what he says, everything feels wrong to him.

"no, no, i'm sorry — i'm not — your memories. lemuria, i couldn't have made another choice," he inhaled shakily, "i'm not the one you think i am — but i did it all so i could get to you, believe me-"

"rafayel, breathe, my love. for me. please."

his eyes look up to you, the usual playful and teasing light in them replaced with worry and fear. rafayel was afraid that you would leave him after recovering all of his memories.

he wouldn't be able to handle it.

"don't leave me. i'm not the same man you loved, i'm not a monster — please."

leave him? why would you leave the man who did everything in his power to find you, no matter the lifetime you lived in. through labored breathing, he spoke again.

"lemuria. i had no choice, i love you so much. i couldn't bear for you to disappear, so i chose you — i gave you my heart."

slowly, you understand what he's getting at. rafayel's afraid of you thinking less of him, leaving him upon remembering everything. he's afraid of you falling out of love with him, but he also wants you to know everything before you allow him a space within your heart.

how foolish is he? you wipe your tears, holding onto his face tenderly, making him meet your gaze before providing soft reassurances.

"rafayel, i am not leaving. i loved you, i love you, and i will always love you — no matter what decision you make."

a breathless laugh escapes your lips. how could he think you'd leave him? you'd wait, for years, lifetimes even, in order to meet him again, to love him and to experience everything with him again, as if it was the first time. you would trade the world for a chance to see him smile — as he would for you.

"were you not the one who called me his bride? how could i forget about my own husband? how could i not fall in love with you, over and over again — no matter what you choose to do, what sins you have committed?"

his sunset colored eyes welled up with tears as he held the hands that cradled his cheeks, holding it with so much affection in his touch. you love him. you remember him, remember your story — everything.

"you will always be my rafayel. my husband, my beloved, the one i would choose over and over again. i remember you, i remember our love."

under the light of the moon, you hold rafayel to your chest. his shaking form, much more raw and vulnerable than you remember it being. comfortable with being weak within your warm embrace, as he sheds tears he's held onto for centuries.

again and again and again, you would wait for one another's existence in search of the most devout, earnest love you have ever experienced.

"my beloved bride has returned to me."

🍎 pomme's notes — this is actually my first time writing for raf.. i hope i did him justice AGHHH i mostly play caleb/zayne so i don't really. romance raf (also because we have really similar personalities so romancing this guy feels like selfcest LMFAO)

this song was so good also.. i'll have to check out epic the musical.....

[ovaryacted]

LOGAN HOWLETT/WOLVERINE MASTERLIST

KEY: ⚡︎ - most recent, ⚠︎ - dark content warning, ꕥ - author's pick

✮ ── SERIES

▹ WISH YOU KNEW - Worst! Logan Howlett x fem! reader [HIATUS]

SERIES SUMMARY: After coming into Wade’s world following their team effort to save his timeline, Logan attempts to adjust to his new reality. In rebuilding his life from the ground up, your paths collide when he least expects it, throwing him off course. Despite knowing he’s a walking red flag, he can’t deny how you draw him in, and he wonders how close he can get before his fairytale falls apart.

✩ ── ONE SHOTS

▹ ENDLESS LOVE - Old Man! Logan x fem! mutant! reader | 5.4k ⚡︎

Running out of options to save what was left of his family, Logan escapes to Canada and seeks refuge in a stranger's home. Once he arrives at your doorstep, beaten and bruised, he gets more than what he bargained for as your lives become intertwined.

▹ SUGAR ON THE RIM - Old Man! Logan x fem! reader | 6.3k ꕥ

When Logan comes home after finishing his driving rounds for the night, you help him wind down and enjoy a drink.

▹ GUARD DOG - Logan Howlett x fem! reader | 5.0k ꕥ

On another one of your joint club outings with Wade, your boyfriend Logan stands by to make sure you enjoy your night. Once you both arrive at your apartment, he tends to your needs and helps you relax.

▹ SECONDHAND SMOKE - Logan Howlett x mutant fem! reader | 2.2k

Waiting for Logan back at the X-Mansion, he welcomes you into his arms and enjoys his cigar with you on his lap.

✮ ── DRABBLES/THOUGHTS

▹ Logan + Overstimulation ── 900 words ▹ Variant! Logan HCs ── 1.4k words ▹ Logan + Pet Play ▹ Pregnancy HCs ▹ Pervy! Old Man Logan HCs ── 1.4k words ⚠︎

©️ ovaryacted 2024-2025. Please don’t repost, copy, translate, or feed into any AI. Comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

[raguiras]

Mionn's art & writing ship trade event

(Click the art for better quality!)

I'm hosting an art & writing event centered around ships & duos (multifandom)!

🖤 REBLOGS ARE SUPER APPRECIATED

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I've recently reached 200 followers on this blog, 900 on my meme blog, and 100 on Instagram!! Honestly, I don't even know what to say... I feel so damn honored and am so grateful for the support!! 🖤🖤🙏

As a multi-milestone celebration as well as an event for the official Spade of Storms (Deuce x Allen) day, which is on the 27th of July, I decided to host a TRADE EVENT!!!

Basically, this event is going to be an open art/writing trade that's all about ships (or platonic duos).

The event starts on 7/23 (today) and lasts for rest of July as well as for the entirety of August. For every Allen x Deuce art/writing that I receive during this duration, you get one of your own ship from ANY FANDOM back!

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Why am I hosting this?

it's a way to thank everyone for three different follower milestones

a contest/DTIYS/raffle wouldn't promise that everyone gets something back, so I went for a trade event

the event allows me to post more about other canon TWST characters and draw them while not having to neglect Allen x Deuce

I wanna make new mutuals & friends, get to know more ships, and strengthen friendships with mutuals I already have!

Artfight is/was tons of fun, but I only do/did colored sketches there & ships are a tricky subject. Meanwhile, I'll do ANYTHING here!

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Basic information:

Make a drawing/writing/comic of Allen x Deuce. (Ideas can be found in this post's pink "starters for my ship" section.)

Post it on your blog, tag me in it, and refer to my event. (While posting is by far preferred — especially for bigger artworks and written stuff — you can also just DM it to me.)

In return, you'll receive a gift of the same type for your own ship from any fandom (OC x canon, canon x canon, OC x OC)! I'll DM you about the ship, so make sure that your DMs are open.

For example: If you submit a sketch, you'll get a sketch back. If you submit a fully shaded drawing, I'II make a fully shaded drawing for you, too. If you add a background, I'll (do my best to) do the same. If you write a drabble... You know the drill!

ANYONE can join, whether you follow me or not! However, new followers through the event are super appreciated!

EVENT TIME: July 23th (today) - August 31st

Anything submitted before or after this event duration will not receive anything back (unless we explicitly do a trade), but be held in high regard nonetheless!

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Rules:

The portrayal of Allen x Deuce must be shippy/romantic.

Please keep angst at a minimum unless it has a happy ending. Comfort is allowed.

Please DO NOT add your own OC or another canon character to the submission. Including them in the background as a wingman or something is alright, though. Additionally, any kind of romantic implications between Deuce and another character/OC are NOT allowed.

Please no NSFW. Harmless implications and slight spice are okay, but keep in mind that these characters are both minors.

AUs are very much allowed! All the previous rules apply here, too, and I'm willing to give an overview of some AUs via DMs.

Please no genderbending.

Please DO NOT draw Allen or Deuce as a standalone character. This is a SHIP event for a reason.

Please don't change their appearances too much, especially when it comes to the color schemes & body types.

Giving them different outfits — especially event outfits — is absolutely cool (yes, you can draw Allen in a skirt if you wanna), and changing their hairstyles is okay as long as they still look like themselves.

This is NOT A DTIYS event, so please DO NOT redraw one of my Allen x Deuce arts. Please come up with something original.

If you have any more questions, please DM me!

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What CAN you submit?

drawings // comics // writings // animatics

For drawings, anything from a quick sketch to an extremely detailed drawing with a background is allowed! You'll get something of the same quality back. The same also goes for writings/fanfics.

Animatics will receive a drawing in return.

What CAN'T be submitted?

Gacha videos // edits // memes

-> You can theoretically submit all of these and I'd appreciate them, but I wouldn't be able to give you anything back.

Memes refer to funny pictures that simply have Allen & Deuce's faces in them. DRAWN memes/meme redraws count as DRAWINGS.

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Starters for Allen x Deuce

Got no clue what to draw/write about?

Check out the few already existing Allen x Deuce posts on this blog for proper lore and facts.

Check @spade-of-storms for fun facts, shorter rambles and additional info.

In any case, you can't go wrong with simple fluffy, romantic scenarios! Dates, kisses, cuddles, whatever!

For information about Allen himself, please check my pinned post.

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Q&A:

I want to join the event, but I don't have any ship (OC x canon, canon x canon, OC x OC) you could draw/write about for me in return.

That's okay! In that case, I'll gladly draw/write about two separate characters or a platonic duo for you.

Can I do multiple submissions for this event?

Obviously, and every single one will be "revenged"!

Can I get something of another type/quality back? For example, can I get a fully shaded drawing for my sketch, or art for my drabble?

Unfortunately not, as I prefer to always give something of the same type back. There are only the following two exceptions that I AM willing to do:

you do a drabble/oneshot —> I do a sketch

you do any type of art —> I write a drabble/oneshot

Is there anything you refuse to draw/write about?

Deuce ships (other than Deuce x Allen). NSFW. Family x family. Minor x adult. Any ship considered to be problematic.

How do I tell you about the ship I want you to draw/write about for me?

I'll DM you after you post your event submissions.

Do you prefer to do OC x canon, canon x canon, or OC x OC?

I have a bias towards OC x canon and canon x canon ships. However, I'm willing to do any ship that's not problematic! In the case of OC x OC, I simply need you to provide information on two OCs instead of one only.

Will you do poly ships?

In order to keep things fair, no. But I could include the third party as a plush or chibi head.

I want to make Allen x Deuce content for you, but not receive anything in return.

That's also super appreciated anytime (and totally doesn't make me freak out /pos)! Simply share it as a gift and don't mention the event.

How long is it going to take you to finish your "revenge" on me?

It depends on the type of submission you make & what I'm giving you back. Some things can be done within a day while others may take much longer, but either way, you WILL get something of the SAME TYPE back & that's guaranteed.

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Personal notes:

My health isn't the best and I also have a job. Please be respectful and don't rush me nor get mad when I'm being slow.

Please do not start a discussion nor get mad at me if I refuse to draw/write about a ship I deem problematic & want you to pick another one instead. Preferably pick a ship that's by far NOT problematic from the beginning.

I'm unwilling to draw/write about any Deuce ships other than Deuce x Allen because I kin Deuce a ton and tend to feel uncomfortable with many of his ships, so please don't ask for any. I'm asking you to not start a discussion over this, either.

I won't post everything I make for the event on this blog. Sketches and writings will either be DMed to you or posted on one of my other blogs.

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That's it for now! If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to DM me.

And again, thank you so much for 200 followers!

♤ Happy trading! ♤

[devils-dares]

okay okay, first off hi!!! how are you?? I hope you're doing well. and congrats!!! I have a request for a Jealous Mean Matt smut

like what if Matt and reader go out for a work party (it can be for her or matt) and reader is looking absolutely gorgeous so man tries to flirt with her and get her number but reader keeps saying no until Matt comes up and kisses her roughly in front of the man and after Matt drags her back to the apartment to remind her who she belongs to and just fucking ruins her

please and thank you love!!!

i'm doing well thanks for asking love!

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“your dress must be gorgeous, lots of racing hearts.” he says, slightly tightening his grip on your arm. you two were attending a gala of sorts, invited by blake tower, the firm couldn’t exactly refuse that invitation.

“that jealousy i hear, murdock?” you joke.

“not jealousy, just-”

“possessiveness.”

“of sorts.” you laugh at him, spotting karen and foggy amidst the crowd. you two walk over to them, striking conversation. the four of you joke around and talk about the recent successes and cases of the firm, occasionally talking to a lawyer who approaches you.

“i think i’m gonna grab a drink.” you say, gesturing to the bar.

“do you need me to come with you?” matt asks. you shake your head.

“i think i can handle one drink, besides, i think that’s tower coming over here now.” he laughs a little at your words, kissing your cheek before you’re off.

you make it to the bar, leaning your elbows on the wood counter as you order. another man takes the spot right next to you, although there were a number of open spots on the other side. he gives you his name, introduces himself as a personal injury attorney, and asks you of your specialty.

“oh, actually i’m not a lawyer, i’m-”

“funny, didn’t know tower was handing out invitations for normal people,” yeah, you hate this guy, “are you supposed to be the entertainment for us later?” you know what he’s getting at and you don’t like it.

“actually, i’m someone’s date.” you try to emphasize the word date, but he doesn’t get the hint.

“and he didn’t walk you to the bar? c’mon i could show you a good time.” you half wondering how someone could possibly be so slimy, and half wondering what the hell is taking the bartender so long to make your drink. you stay quiet, trying to will the man away.

“in any case, here’s my number-” a hand on your waist freezes you to your spot, up until he slots himself between you and the man on a mission to ruin your night, and tilts your chin up to lock your lips with his. matt’s hands are traveling, your back and your hips and back up again.

“wondered what was taking you so long to grab your drink, thought i’d check in on you.” you hum against his lips, throwing a look to the guy who was talking you up not a minute ago.

“glad you did.” you notice that matt’s a little tense, still squeezing you tighter than he usually does. the man’s long gone, having been utterly humiliated.

“you okay? you’re still tense.” you whisper to him, and he nods.

“i just- i can smell him on you, you know? and it’s really pissing me off. and i’m just thinking that all of my obligations here tonight are finished and nobody would care-” he says, squeezing your hips even tighter and pulling you closer, “if we were to slip home.” you gasp and smile at him in disbelief.

“you are actually insane.” you say.

“i know. let’s go.”

[joocomics]

welcome to joocomics’ 1k followers celebration

this event is 18+ minors do not interact!

here’s some information you may want to know:

⊱ all of the works i will be posting throughout february and march will be nsfw

⊱ the stories are on the short side (up to 900 words) and include the prompts and kinks you’ve requested

⊱ there will be no dark content. as always, each work will have its own content warnings listed so you know what to expect before reading

⊱ i’m working on the requests in the order they were sent in and that’s how they will be posted so far; in case a certain request doesn’t inspire me in the moment i will hop onto the next one and come back to it

⊱ the m.list below will be updated as i write more…

MASTERLIST

1) “we both really like you” — w/ gaon and jooyeon

2) “you just want me to do all the work” — w/ junhan

3) “let’s give them a real reason to be jealous” — w/ keeho

4) “did you start without me?” — w/ jungsu

5) “people who’re just friends don’t do shit like this, and you know it” — w/ junhan

6) “i can make her cum quicker than you” — w/ jiung and intak

7) “you don't want me here? then why does your body say otherwise?” — w/ jooyeon

8) “you should probably hold on to something” — w/ intak

9) “does she deserve to cum? what do you think?” — w/ o.de and junhan

10) “you're mine. and don't you forget it” — w/ jooyeon

11) “poor baby, all fucked out and i’ve barely even touched you” — w/ xiaojun

12) “they can’t fuck you like i can” — w/ beomgyu

13) “do you like making us mad?” — w/ junhan and jooyeon

14) “i want to watch” — w/ keeho and jiung

15) “why are you both being such brats right now?” — w/ keeho and intak

16) “i know you have one more for me. come on, i'm not done yet” — w/ theo

17) “no underwear?” — w/ o.de

18) “you have no idea how long i've wanted this” — w/ jiung

19) “i saw you looking at my girlfriend” — w/ o.de and jungsu

20) “if you want something, then you ask for it” — w/ kun

21) “do you seriously think it’s funny? sending me shit like that while i’m at work?!” — w/ gaon

22) “you want me to sit on your face?” — w/ jooyeon

23) “i think we need to teach her a lesson” — w/ theo and jiung

24) “i want us all to get off at the same time” — w/ gaon and o.de

25) “why don’t you practice on him first?” — w/ theo and intak

26) “if you want to cum you'll have to beg” — w/ jiung

27) “what if someone sees?!” — w/ junhan

… more to come

please be patient with me in case of any changes!

♡ here’s my general masterlist if you’re looking for something to read in the meantime…

i really hope you’re excited about this event just as much as i am! hopefully, you’ll enjoy reading the drabbles i will write for you; they’re a way of expressing my gratitude for your on going support on this blog! again, thank you and take care <3

[nochukoo97]

boyfriend drabbles (pt.21)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: the one where you fall asleep whilst waiting for jungkook

word count: 900+

boyfriend drabbles masterlist!

As you avert your eyes from the glaring screen of your laptop, you check your phone to see if a certain someone had responded to your texts.

you: kook when are u coming home?

delivered

you: text me back when u see this okayyy 🙃

delivered

Your eyebrows furrow, creating a small crease between them as you begin to grow frustrated by Jungkook being MIA.

He has told you that he would be back to eat dinner with you after his boxing practice, but it was currently already 9pm and the said man was nowhere to be seen.

“Bam, where’s your daddy,” You’re whining at the doberman who’s ears perk up at the mention of his name, Bam makes his way to your desk and lays his head on your lap.

You stroke the long and soft ears of the dog, Jungkook having decided not to clip his ears, and you would assume Bam is extremely grateful for his dad’s decision.

Bam’s mouth opens, letting out a squeaky yawn as you catch the yawn yourself, your eyes tearing up slightly under your glasses.

For now you simply assumed he stayed back at his practice again and forgot the time, something Jungkook often did when he was really into the lesson.

But there’s an assignment waiting for you to be completed, the thought of it snaps you out of your daze and forces you to continue to type away with the screen shining right into your tired eyes.

“Bam, house,” you point to the large dog bed in the corner of you and Jungkook’s shared office. Every room in your apartment had a dog bed for the spoilt dog.

He obediently walks over to the bed, plops down and lets out a huff before drifting off to sleep.

However, progress with the essay you were supposed to write was not going too well, with every word you typed onto the keyboard, your eyes were fluttering shut closer each second.

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“Jagi, I’m home,” Jungkook’s voice echoes into the silence of the apartment, as he frowns, expecting you to run up to him and ask him a million questions as to why he was back so late.

Instead he was met with a dark apartment, the office room down the hallway lit up as Bam excitedly huffs around your boyfriend.

“Bam, where’s your mommy?” The dog only perks up at the mention of his name again, he trails behind Jungkook who’s making his way to the only light source in the apartment.

A smile tugs at the corner of Jungkook’s lips as he spots you laying over your desk, head propped against your folded arms as your mouth emits soft breathing that fills the room.

He pulls out his phone, opening the camera app to snap a picture.

But the flash function had not been turned off, causing a bright glare to emit from his phone as he clicks the button to take a picture.

“Oh fuck-“

You squint your eyes as you slowly sit up, groggy and mind hazy from your previous slumber.

“Baby?” The small voice that comes out from your mouth makes Jungkook soften his gaze on you, stroking your cheek as he pecks it gently.

“Sorry Jagi, I got caught up again because I wanted to master this technique that they taught me today,” He gives you another apologetic kiss on your forehead as you close your eyes, the bright light on the ceiling way too glaring for your tired eyes.

“Mm, missed you,” You hum, stretching out your arms to wrap them around Jungkook’s waist, as he chuckles and fondly ruffles at your hair.

“Have you eaten Jagi?”

“Mm-hm,”

“Okay come on, it’s already 10, we should wash up and get ready to sleep,” He attempts to pull your body up but you freeze, remembering you still had that unfinished essay to do.

You point to the laptop screen, opening your mouth to explain to your boyfriend that you had to sit here and finish it up before you could do anything else.

“Baby you can do it tomorrow, come on, you’re tired already,” He manages to convince you to follow him into the bedroom, as you trudge slightly behind him.

Jungkook smiles fondly at you as he watches you plop onto your shared bed, spreading out like a starfish as you take in the coldness of the AC.

Soon, there's a large mass that climbs over you, sinking the mattress down as Jungkook pecks your lips, his hands on both sides of your arms.

“Kook I’m too tired to do my skincare today, let’s just sleep,” You yawn, arms reaching up to pull the man above you down.

But Jungkook resists, tutting at you, “You’ll regret it in the morning, come on, I’ll help you,”

You shake your head, grouchy as you whine and cover yourself with the duvet under you.

“Hop on,”

“Huh?”

You peer curiously at where the voice was coming from, Jungkook propped up on his knees as he signals for you to get on his back.

You giggle, sliding out of bed as you climb onto him, tightening your grip on his shoulders as he carries you to the bathroom, letting you down gently on the closed toilet seat.

It takes a while for Jungkook to find out which of your skincare does what, but he manages in the end.

[xxx-wounded-angel-xxx]

Strawberry drabble - Felix x reader x Demetri

Just a short little story, i wanted to write something for Felix and Demetri before leaving for a vacation.

It was the two of them… And now it is the three of us. It was… a surprise, at first, for them. They knew, of course that they weren’t soulmates, but they were in love, and their bond was so deep… It was what Demetri explained me, as we were sitting in the garden, and I was eating strawberries. They were the first of the season, very good, and I was eating them as soon as I picked them, my fingers soon sticky and pink.

“You know, if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have joined the Volturi that easily… It would have been also much harder for me to find my place. It was hard, at first of course, I was from Amun’s coven, a replacement for another tracker, and I had been hidden so much from the world…” As he says that, Demetri scoot closer to me.

“Why do you need to get that close to me?” I ask, amused.

“Darling, I need your presence to thrive!” I giggle as Demetri whine.

“Fine, fine…” I keep on eating my strawberries as Metri talk again.

“It was when I first saw Felix that I knew I would follow him anywhere. It was him who insisted to keep me close since that day, and who took care of me, and help me adapt. He trained me, fed with me…”

“And then the two of you fell in love?” I ask.

“Not yet!” Demetri laugh. “It took us a century to admit we were more than friends. But when we did… Our bond only became deeper and deeper. We were not thinking about mates anymore, why would we? We had each other… And then you appeared, around 900 years after we got together. Adorable little human… We were so relieved when we found out you were the mate to the two of us, and even more when you just accepted it…”

“And now it is the three of us.”

“And now it is the three of us.” Metri repeat. He then looks at me.

“Are you done eating strawberries? You’re going to get sick if you keep eating more…”

With a smile, I lick clean my fingers coated with sweet juice.

“You little vixen…”

I laugh at his words, and we both perk up as we see Felix walking towards us, done with his duties. “I see my loves are having fun without me…” he says, amused.

“Felix!”

He bent down, kissing Demetri, then me.

“Is everything alright bello?” Demetri asks.

“Everything is now, because I’m with you.”

We laugh as Felix lays on the grass, bringing us with him. He wraps his arm around Demetri, and I lay my head on his lap. Everything’s perfect.

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Libidinosa

Matthew de Clermont x Y/N - drabble - 583 WC NSFW 18+

Masterlist

Warnings: SMUT, female reader, sex pollen kinda fic, consent, romance, sweet Matthew

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You writhed on the bed, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You pulled at your clothes, feeling so hot you were sure you saw steam rising from your skin. 

“What is happening?” Matthew asked, demanding answers.

“It’s a curse… there’s no medical explanation for their symptoms otherwise…” Marcus stated, holding your wrist to feel your erratic pulse. 

Matthew couldn’t bear to watch you in pain, he placed a gentle hand on your chest, feeling your heart himself. You moaned at the contact, arching your back and shutting your eyes. You whimpered the second he pulled away, “No!” you spat before pulling his hand back to you. You felt his hand ghost over your chest and down your torso. Everything in you felt like it was on vibrate.

“I think… I think it's a lust curse…” Marcus said, slight confusion on his face as he watched how you reacted to Matthew.

“Libidinosa?” Matthe asked, “Nobody has used that curse in ages. Last I recall it was the witch trials. Used to lure men in so witches could harvest life power…” he said.

Marcus shrugged, “There is only one way to make it go away…” Marcus said, slowly walking backwards out of the room.

“You can’t be serious…” Matthew replied, looking to Marcus before you slid his hand between your thighs.

“As a heart attack. I’m gonna go take a walk…” Marcus said, shutting the bedroom door.

Matthew looked down at you with pity, “Unfortunately mon coeur he is right…” yet he didn’t move his hand, waiting for your consent.

“I… got myself… into this mess… help me out… please…” you begged him; you cursed yourself for trying a spell from a ripped page, not knowing it would lead to this. 

“Are you sure?” he said hesitantly.

“Yes!” you squealed, trying to rub yourself through your clothes. 

Matthew unbuttoned his shirt as he walked over to you, discarding it on the floor. As soon as he climbed on top of you he felt the heat radiating from you. Your skin was on fire as he touched you, your body lurching at the contact.

“Should I just get straight to it?” he asked, not entirely sure what you needed.

You ripped your underwear off, lifting your skirt up. “Now!” you whined. 

Matthew kissed right above your clit, teasing you before he dove in. He devoured you like a man starved, licking and sucking furiously. Your body shook as he held your hips down, your back arching off the bed. He slid his fingers into your greedy, dripping cunt. Pumping them in and out slowly before picking up speed. You could feel yourself starting to topple over; clutching his hair and pushing his face into you. Your eyes rolled back as you came hard on his face. He didn’t let a single drop of your essence go to waste, kissing over your inner thighs as you started to relax. You weakly reached out for him. 

“Thank you…” you said sleepily, feeling the spell fade away from you. 

Matthew pulled your skirt down, helping you adjust so you could sleep. “My pleasure,” he smiled cheekily. “You should sleep. It’ll help after all you’ve been through today.” 

You nodded, not putting up a fight. You did, however, pull him down with you. You snuggled into his chest appreciating his soft skin while you traced over his various scars. You both found it therapeutic. 

“Goodnight, mon coeur.” he said, kissing the top of your head. 

“Je t’aime.” you mumbled.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello all! Super short fic, hope that's ok! Feeling pretty exhausted this week. Will try to write more fics next week. Thank you for all the support and patience, I recently hit 900 followers and it legit wanted to cry. 'm so thankful for everyone who reads my stuff. XOXOXOXOXOX!!!!!!!!!!

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Happy 500! 🩵 I feel like "best friend's brother" and the Millers is something smutty just waiting to happen, maybe? 🫢

Best Friend's Brother.

y. Best Friend's Brother

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. thank you for this request!! another one for my will girlies - love you all <3

Pairing - Will Miller x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing

Word Count - 900

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

You've known Benjamin Miller since you were a teenager.

He's been there through thick and thin, love and loss, good and bad.

He makes you laugh until you cry, happily watches awful movies with you, and loves to make you breakfast for dinner. He knows you like the back of his hand, and vice versa. He's the best friend you could ever ask for.

He also has the most beautiful brother in the world.

William Miller is the bane of your existence. Golden hair, big blue eyes, gleaming smile. He's aged like a fine wine, and damn have you noticed. You love Benny more than anything, and you'd never do anything to jeopardise that. But my god... it's tempting.

You're one too many tequilas down when you realise you're wobbling. You're holding onto the bar's bathroom sink for balance, attempting to keep yourself upright. You pull out your phone and call Benny, your designated taxi driver.

"Hello?"

"Benny. Baby. I am drunk! So drunk. The room is spinning, actually. Bathrooms don't spin, right?"

"Sweetheart, this is Will. Benny left his phone at my place. Where are you? You need me to come and get you?"

"Will! Hey Will. Wonderful Will. I am drunk. Very drunk."

"You may have mentioned that," he chuckles. "Where are you?"

"O'Lockes, I think. You know the place with the lights? The pretty lights?"

"Yeah, I know the one. Stay there, okay? I'm coming."

He gets to you within 20 minutes, which means he can't possibly have followed any of the speed limits. You're sat on the bench waiting outside when you see his truck pull up.

"Hey, you."

"Hi, William. Beautiful boy. God, you're the best."

"Thank you," he chuckles.

He gets out of the truck and jogs around to the passenger side to help you in.

"Chivalry isn't dead, huh?" you giggle. "Such a gentleman. How are you single? Why are you single? Do you want to be? You don't have to be. Every single girl in that bar would swoon for you, William."

"Alright, this feels like 20 questions. You need help with that seat belt?"

Will reaches over and buckles you in. His face is so close to yours, you can smell his toothpaste. The tiny part of your brain that's still rational begs you not to kiss him.

He jumps into the drivers side and starts up the engine. He turns up the heat so you're warm enough, and turns the music down so it isn't too loud. You curl into the heated seat and sigh contently, sobering up pretty quickly.

By the time he's pulling into your driveway, you can't feel the tequila anymore. You're warm, you're happy, and you're madly in love with the man sitting next you. What could go wrong?

"Hey Will?" you ask when he cuts the engine.

"Yeah, honey?"

"Why are you single? I'm not trying to be nosy. Just curious."

"Curious, huh?" he drawls, smiling gently at you.

"I mean - I've never heard you talk about a girlfriend, or even going on a date. Ever since I've known you, you've been practically always single."

"Yeah. Dating isn't really my thing, I guess. Too much effort."

"Too much effort? Will, I've never heard you say anything is too much effort."

He chuckles, and you laugh along with him.

"I don't know. Maybe I'm just waiting for a certain someone."

Your heart skips a beat.

"Anyone in particular?" you ask, toeing the line.

"Maybe," he mutters. "Maybe."

He leans in over the centre console and presses a sweet kiss to your lips. You thread your hands into his hair and pull him closer, desperate to feel all of him. He grabs your hips and pulls you into his lap, rocking you back and forth.

You whine and the sound shoots straight to his core. He groans in response, tongue licking into your mouth. You shakily unbutton his jeans, pulling your skirt up around your waist.

"Should we go inside?" you pant breathlessly.

"Can't wait that long," he replies quickly. "Need to feel you now."

You pull him out of his underwear and lower yourself down, the both of you moaning in unison. The angle is a little awkward and you accidentally bump your head on the roof of his truck, but neither of you can find it in you to stop.

You set a steady rhythm, rising and falling with determination. Will helps you, grabbing at your hips and moving you as he pleases. You drop your forehead to rest against his, sweat mixing and breaths mingling.

"Oh, fuck," you whine.

"Yeah, baby. Keep going. You're doing so good. Don't stop, yeah?"

"Not stopping," you reply. "Never stopping."

Will moves his thumb to rub circles between your legs, causing you to breathlessly pant his name like a prayer.

"So close, Will. So close."

"Come on, honey. Give it to me. I can feel it. Yeah, that's it."

You fall over the edge with a moan, gripping at his hair. You tug a little harder than intended, but it does the trick, sending him into his own climax. He's groaning your name, and you're convinced the sound will be ingrained in your mind forever.

You're both panting, chests heaving. Then, you burst into a fit of giggles. It seems to be contagious, because Will joins you.

"What?" he asks through the laughter.

"How the fuck are we gonna tell Ben?"