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so, leona just dropped another masterpiece we’re not surprised i’m going to eat this so bad 💳💥💳💥

❦ BOYFRIEND’S BROTHER!MATTHEO

— boyfriend’s brother!mattheo ; the problem you never asked for, wrapped in a smirk and bad intentions. he's always there—leaning against the counter when you visit, waiting for the moment you walk out of tom’s room so he can catch you alone, thinking of all the ways he could ruin you, and he’s not afraid to flirt with you right in front of his brother. whispers filth in your ear and shames you for it like it's your fault for listening. you tell yourself it's harmless—that you love tom, that mattheo is just a nuisance—but then his hand slides up your thigh under the dinner table, and suddenly, harmless doesn't exist anymore.

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something is off i just feel it

FUCK YES YES YES YES YES

— bodyguard!mattheo

bodyguard!mattheo – your new bodyguard who is, by pure coincidence, just around your age. works out every day like there’s no tomorrow, yet you could easily catch him smoking and drinking in the security room of your huge house. reflexes faster than those of a snake. barely ever talks, but whenever he does, gods, his voice… you can’t help but wonder if subordination is really that important.

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i'm here - joey lynch x reader

pairing: joey lynch x fem!reader

warnings: flufffffff, swearing + a lil angst

a/n: BELLE BELLE BELLE DO YOU SEE ME?? IM WRITING JOEY LYNCH FICS FOR YOU!! LOVE YOU POOKIE <33 (i've kept this surprisingly spoiler free as well!!) also pls ignore my delusional ass over here writing fics late at night-

joey lynch is a protector.

its his way of being. he's been that way all his life. constantly looking after his siblings when their parents couldn't.

so you take it upon yourself to be joey's protector - much to his disgruntlement.

so when you find the space next to you on your bed empty and cold. you know he's having nightmares again.

fighting with your very sleepy brain - which should shut up by the way - you roll out of bed, wrap a discarded blanket from your shrek movie marathon earlier and go in search for joey.

the nightmares aren't a regular thing - not anymore at least, that you are very grateful for - but when they do plague joey he falls into the downward spiral of think he's not good enough for you. which of course is absolute nonsense.

pulling the blanket tighter around you, you slip out through the balcony door and out into the crisp night where a shirtless and haunted looking joe sits with his head in his hands on a half broken chair - curtsey of the hotel you were staying in.

"hey you," you say softly approaching him. you're eyes definitely don't stray down to his bare chest... not at allllll.

joey's head snaps up, noticing you for the first time. "hey, what are you doing out here? go back to bed baby."

shaking your head you determinedly open the blanket and wrap it around him wincing at the coldness of his skin. how long has he been out here?

"nahh, if you're out here so am i."

joey already knowing that there is no point in arguing with you, stands up and picks you up bridal style, blanket and all bringing you back inside and gently places you back on your bed before closing the door again.

he busies himself fixing the duvet cover and pillows on the bed ignoring the knowing looks you're sending him.

"joe."

he looks at you. "y/n."

"do you want to talk about it?"

"no."

"joe."

he's quiet for a bit probably contemplating what he should tell you.

"it was the same one." his voice is quiet, soft. you know joey doesn't like talking about these dreams so you don't push it. "but different this time." he takes a deep breath and looks at you with resigned eyes. "i lost you. cause of the... cause of the...."

"i know," you whisper. unwrapping yourself from the blanket, rounding the bed and coming to stand in front of the broken boy in front of you.

"but hey," your eyes fill with tears as you look at the defeated look in his eyes. he really believes that it could be true. he really believes that you would- could leave him. "i'm here. and i'm not going anywhere. joe- joe look at me." when he refuses you step closer between his legs and cup his face. "joseph lynch, you look at me."

joey's pained eyes meet yours and your heart breaks for him. for the amount of shit he's been through. for all the years he had no one to turn to. now he has you, and you have every intention of making sure that joey lynch is fucking loved and cared for.

"i love you. and it would take a very very very big group of people to take me away from you- even then don't get your hopes up because believe it or not joey there is something in my soul that is connected to yours and in every life time, every life time i will find you." you press a soft kiss to his forehead. "so don't even think for one second that i'm going to leave you. you're my joey. and i don't plan on giving you up. so im sorry but you're kinda stuck with me."

joey's eyes shine with barely restrained love as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in, squeezing your waist tightly.

"i love you baby," he whispers against your midriff. "so much."

running your hands through his blonde hair you press a kiss to his head, "love you too baby."

you stay that way for a while, joey wrapped tightly around you and you pressing soft kisses to his head until joey leans back taking you with him.

"joey!" you laugh toppling over on top of him.

"yes?" he hums as he adjusts you both so you're facing each other with your legs intertwined.

"nothing," you smile and press a kiss to the tip of his nose, his green eyes shining beautifully in the moonlight.

joey grins and pulls you closer by the waist pressing a soft, yearning kiss to your lips.

you both fall asleep to your hushed whispers in the dark, promises and loving kisses.

"love you baby..."

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a/n pt2: THE WAY I NEED ME SOME JOEY LYNCH IS UNFORGIVABLE sleep delusion reaaaally got to me at the end there- hope you liked it babes <33

i’m so lonely it’s not even funny bye 😞

i like you, i do, from vi

ᰔ pairing . . . m. townsend !

ᰔ in which . . vi shows you random chats between the emotion reader & his partner

ᰔ . . . michael townsend + bf texts !

ᰔ category . . . fluff , smau , requested!

ᰔ tags . . . emotionally unreadable but secretly soft. sarcastic flirting. established relationship. smug boyfriend lol. reader being done™ but smitten. cereal is not soup discourse. emotionally intelligent teasing. chaotic texting. “shut up” means “i love you”. michael knows your tells. flustered!reader agenda. late-night banter. slowburn energy but post-burn. michael being annoying in love. use of "and" because "&" did not look good.

ᰔ look around . . . m. list && the naturals m. list

────── vi whispers . . . ᰔ

001. i only made four bc it's three in the morning rn💔💔

002. the naturals girlies... wake up... your uh. idk. mommy is back

003. tbh lercyswlrd is the mom

004. but let's pretend it's me..

005. im sorry for leaving y'all... i bought wine..

© MINORLYATFAULT 2025

every time i see you posted, i have to wait to sit and read because i can’t let anyone see my reaction reading your masterpieces (i don’t act like a proper lady), and you fucking ate every time. i swear that if you write a one-shot the size of a bible, i would read it in two minutes.

"it'll feel so good baby, trust me." he reaches his hand to your head that's turned towards him, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek as his soft brown eyes stare deeply into yours.

i would 💦 on the spot—bye (i need him so bad)

"does that feel good? hmm?" he asks, but you are so drowned in pleasure

idk mattheo, we need to try it out :(

"gonna fill you up so good, princess, make sure you're leaking my cum from every. single. hole, all day long."

OMFG, WUGAYSGSHAG BYE —

i need a cup of tea

this was AMAZING, thank YOU.

SIX. anal — mattheo riddle

warnings — smut 18+. anal sex. mentions of (unprotected) vaginal sex and creampies.

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“hey, i promise i’ll go slow.” mattheo reassures you, though it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself than you, because the sight in front of him—you on your knees, your ass inches away from his erection, and your pussy dripping with his cum from the round prior—makes him lose all his self-control.

“it’ll feel so good baby, trust me.” he reaches his hand to your head that’s turned towards him, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek as his soft brown eyes stare deeply into yours. your own hazy eyes look back at him, your hair tousled and your legs trembling from mattheo fucking your cunt until it’s sore and leaking his cum— but still, he isn’t done yet.

you aren’t new to anal play at all, though. mattheo occasionally buys you all kinds of cute butt plugs, expanding your already extensive collection, slowly pushing them into you while he’s fucking you. and god, it always felt incredible. so you are more than thrilled to try anal sex, although logically, you still feel a small twinge of nervousness.

“i know it will matt, and i’m ready. please, fuck me.” mattheo groans at your eager words while gazing down at you impatiently wiggling your ass in front of him, a smirk spreading on his face and his lust filled eyes darkening. his hand instantly flies to the bottle of lube on the nightstand, clumsily knocking everything else over, making you shake your head in amused disbelief.

“fuuuuck.” he drawls in a raspy tone while eagerly spreading your cheeks, his pupils dilating at the sight. you shiver when the cold lube makes contact with your skin, as mattheo spreads a generous amount of both lube and his sperm—gathered from your dripping cunt—all over your tight hole, preparing you for his cock.

you then feel his erection nudge at your entrance, causing your muscles to instinctively tense up at the new, intimidating feeling. mattheo notices immediately and gently runs his soft fingers over your bare back, his feathery touch making you let out a deep breath as your body begins to relax.

with both hands on your hips, he slowly pushes into you, entering you inch by inch, your tight hole wrapping tightly around him. your nails instinctively rake along the delicate fabric of the satin sheets, desperately tugging at them at this new, overwhelming sensation you are experiencing.

you immediately notice how different it feels from vaginal sex— yet so heavenly. an undeniable, sharp pain at the stretch courses through your body, but the pleasure quickly overshadows that, prompting you push your ass back against him, craving more until he’s completely inside of you, so incredibly deep.

“holy fucking shit. look at you baby, takin’ all of me like a good girl. and so… fucking… tight.” mattheo growls, as clouded by sheer ecstasy as you are, his hands gripping your hips in a way that will undoubtedly leave bruises on your skin, before carefully thrusting into you. with each deep thrust, more cum drips out of your pussy, making a mess all over your trembling thighs and the bedsheets.

“does that feel good? hmm?” he asks, but you are so drowned in pleasure, you can’t even seem to form a coherent sentence, humming into the plush pillow with your eyes squeezed shut. noticing that you’re enjoying it, mattheo quickens his pace, his balls lightly smacking against your dripping cunt and clit with each thrust, only intensifying the immense pleasure coursing through your body.

“that’s it, baby. good girl.” mattheo praises, his hand firmly pushing your head deeper into the pillow, while his other hand occasionally slaps your ass, your loud, high-pitched moans muffled by the soft fabric. your back arches as every thrust hits parts so deep inside of you, causing your cunt to clench around nothing as his balls continue to roughly slap against it, his hips snapping harshly against yours.

“gonna fill you up so good, princess, make sure you’re leaking my cum from every. single. hole, all day long.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

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OKAY…SOPH SAY LESS AND HOLD MY HAND ??? I’M SO FUCKING READY

INCUBUS!MATTHEO ᯓ★

Incubus!Mattheo is the kind of mythological creature to stray from common folklore. He's seductive, sharp-tongued, and deadly. His sweet words enrapture every woman he sets his eyes on; but his touch is pointed like a knife, and his presence alone is enough to kill.

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I JUST SAW THIS ??????? GTFO I WANT HIM TO BREAK MY LEGS RIGHT NOW

— this idea is so hot (i might throw up)

— military!theodore nott ੈ♡˳

military!theo. more.

Hiii, first of all i want to say that your writing is sooo good.like you're literally my fave author in this app and I love how you characterize the bl boys. Anyways can I request blue lock guys with a single mom reader and how the guys react to the fact that she's a single mom(maybe the father left reader when she got pregnant or you can write whatever scenario you want regarding the bio father) and their interaction with reader's child. If you could, pls include isagi, bachira, nagi, reo, rin and sae.

Also take care and have a great day<333

“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩”

a/n: OMG TYSM??? AAA THAT IS SO SWEET! take care and have a great day as well you pretty soul ❤️

i love the domestic fluff behind this request + reader def has another kid with them after

ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae

isagi yoichi

he’s surprised at first, but not in a bad way, just wide-eyed, taking it all in. 

“you’re a mom?” he blinks. “like… a real one? like… diapers and everything?” 

once he processes it, he’s all in. 

isagi grew up with supportive parents, so he has a lot of respect for the strength it takes to raise a kid alone. 

if you tell him the father walked out on you, he gets super serious, quiet and tense in a way you haven’t seen before. 

“you don’t have to tell me everything now, but if he ever tries to come back, you let me deal with him.” and the way he says it? dead serious. 

when he meets your kid for the first time, he brings a little soccer ball and awkwardly crouches down like he’s meeting royalty. 

“hi! i’m… yoichi. i kick balls for a living.” 

you: “okay let’s… rephrase that.” 

but it works. he’s silly, energetic, and so patient – your kid absolutely adores him. 

he’ll start doing commentary while the kid’s eating cereal, like it’s a world cup final. 

“AND HE SCORES THE LAST FROOT LOOP! WHAT A LEGEND!” 

you catch him googling “how to be a good stepdad” at 3 AM. you don’t bring it up. but you definitely screenshot it. 

bachira meguru

bachira lights up when you tell him. 

“you have a little gremlin too?!” 

he’s thrilled. he doesn’t ask anything about the father unless you bring it up. he’s more focused on how he can be a fun and loving person in your child’s life. 

he sees your kid and immediately goes “wanna see my monster voice?” and makes the weirdest, funniest noise ever. 

the two of them are chaotic together. 

you walk into the living room and there’s glitter everywhere, paper hats on both of them, and he’s letting your kid draw a mustache on his face. 

“we’re pirates now,” bachira says, completely serious. “you have to pay the glitter tax.” 

when your kid calls him “meguru,” he beams. when they accidentally call him “dad” one day? he tears up a little. 

you: “you okay?” 

him, teary-eyed: “i would die for that child.” 

also probably teaches your kid to climb furniture and you have to ban them from the couch for a week. 

nagi seishiro

“oh,” he says when you tell him, blinking slowly. “that’s kinda cool.” 

nagi doesn’t react big. he just accepts it immediately, like it’s just another part of you. 

but inside? he’s kind of in awe. like you raised a tiny human? by yourself? sounds exhausting. 

“you must be really strong,” he mumbles, head on your shoulder. 

he’s surprisingly good with kids. laid-back, unbothered, and doesn’t treat them like they’re fragile. 

your child is obsessed with sitting on his shoulders while he walks around the apartment like a lazy giraffe. 

he lets them play games on his phone, and one time they accidentally deleted a rare gacha pull. he just shrugged. 

“they’re more fun to hang out with than reo.” 

he naps with them on the couch and sleeps through them using his hair as a blanket. 

he gets attached without even noticing. one day he buys a switch for them and says it’s “because they’re annoying when they’re bored” but you find it in his shopping history under “gift for my mini me.” 

itoshi rin

freezes when you tell him. 

absolutely panics inside but tries to stay stoic. 

“oh. okay. i see.” (he doesn’t see anything. his brain is buffering.) 

but once he calms down, he starts asking thoughtful, gentle questions. 

“what do they like to eat?” 

“do they know their father?” 

“are you… okay?” 

when you explain your ex bailed after the pregnancy, he clenches his jaw and gets really quiet. 

he just nods and says, “that’s not your fault. he’s pathetic.” 

rin’s not the best with kids at first. he’s awkward, stiff, stands like a statue, but he’s trying so hard. 

your kid hands him a toy and rin just… holds it. like it’s a grenade. 

“do i… do i play with it?” 

but one afternoon, your kid falls asleep on his lap and something in him just softens. 

from then on, he’s all in. buys extra snacks for them, watches their shows even if he doesn’t get them. 

“this blue dog… why is he emotional?” 

“it’s bluey, rin. let it happen.” 

itoshi sae

you expect him to be judgmental. he’s not. at all. 

he hears “i’m a single mom” and just says “okay.” 

“you’re still hot. and you’re a good mom. sounds like a win to me.” 

he doesn’t ask about the father unless you bring it up. when you do, he’s indifferent on the outside, but furious on the inside. 

“he left? while you were pregnant?” 

you nod. 

he just hums and says, “if he shows up, tell him to meet me. i’ll ruin his life.” 

when he meets your kid, he keeps his usual cool attitude, but your child’s the only one who gets to see him smile freely. 

your kid: “can you make silly faces?” 

sae: “no.” 

also sae, five seconds later: pulling the most cursed expression you’ve ever seen. 

he buys expensive stuff for your kid without blinking – custom sneakers, private tutors, limited edition toys. 

“i like spoiling them. deal with it.” 

you catch him once, watching your kid sleep while he absentmindedly brushes their hair out of their face. 

he looks at you and says, “this is the only family i’ve ever actually wanted.” 

yeah. you cry. 

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UXORIOUS — someone who’s totally submissive to their significant other

— michael townsend x fem reader

➳ warnings: major fluff, whipped boyfriend, kissing, soft behavior, bad writing (english is not my first language and i didn’t edit…ups).

The moment he laid eyes on you, Michael Townsend fell in love with you.

He knew it was strange; after all, he was one of the people who screamed at the top of his lungs that love at first sight was pure nonsense and only existed in clichés and fairy tales, which, in his opinion, only little children and naive people believed in.

But for some reason, you changed that, which practically left everyone open-mouthed.

The truth is, Michael, even though having a photographic memory wasn’t his ability, he remembered every little detail of the day he met you and every word you said, not to mention how those little things made him feel.

He remembered the hot sun at 3:07 PM on July 19th, which had made his neck sweat and had also made some of his hair stick to his forehead. He remembered Agent Tanner’s voice when he announced a new member to the natural’s theme, and he certainly remembered how his throat had tightened and his heart had started to pound the moment you walked through the door.

Fuck, you were so beautiful; you are so beautiful.

He still remembered the white dress that had hugged your delicate curves, leaving his mouth dry, the way the summer sun had made your skin glow, making him feel stupid in front of everyone, how your slightly messy hair had made him bite his lip to hide a smile, and how his body had frozen when your hands touched, and when you had finally said your name.

From that day on, Michael knew he was completely whipped, and honestly, it was one of the first times he had expressed excitement about feeling emotions so openly.

And that’s exactly what he did.

Sitting in one of the chairs in the small office of the FBI’s naturals’ room, you let your tired eyes wander across the screen of the small laptop in front of you, which displayed some notes on the case you were trying to solve, while you fought against the drowsiness that seemed to be pushing you to close your eyes and fall asleep.

11:42 p.m.

Michael was leaning against the doorframe, his muscular arms crossed, and his messy brown hair swaying slightly as he watched you in silence, what felt like the thousandth time that night.

He knew you should be asleep. In fact, anyone who’d worked as hard as you did that day would already be out cold by now. But you never knew when was the time to stop, and that left him torn between thinking you were the most determined and intelligent person he knew or the craziest.

The cold light from the laptop screen illuminated your face even more, highlighting the small crease between your eyebrows and the fatigue taking over your already sleepy eyes. He recognized that look; he had seen it too many times, more times than he liked to admit. He knew you were fighting against sleep, insisting on staying awake, even though your body was begging you to do the opposite.

Michael let out a soft sigh, finally pushing himself off the wall and walking over to you, stopping behind your chair, leaning slightly forward to better see the face of the person who made his heart almost leap out of his chest.

Your hair was a bit messier than usual, one of your hands resting on your head while the other lazily slid across the laptop’s touchpad, and you didn’t have the most pleasant expression at that moment. But even so, to him, you were still so beautiful that he could feel his knees starting to weaken.

Fuck, sometimes it was hard to believe that you were his, or rather, that he was yours.

Without saying a word, Michael placed his hands on your tense delicate shoulders and began to massage them slowly, his thumbs pressing into the tight spots on the sides of your neck while he placed soft, gentle kisses on your head. And he couldn’t help but let out a little laugh when he felt your body flinch reflexively before you finally relaxed under his touch, letting out a sigh falling from your lips.

That felt so good.

“It’s almost midnight, baby,” he murmured against the top of your head, leaning down to place another soft kiss there, another smile slipping out of his lips when he heard your giggles. “I think that’s enough for today, or would you rather stay here frying your pretty brain?”

You mumbled something unintelligible—something that, to him, sounded suspiciously like a curse—but you didn’t protest when he calmly reached for your laptop’s mouse and closed the document before you could even complain.

“Michael…” you murmured, your voice heavy with sleep as you turned slightly to look at him, your face flushing when you realized he wasn’t wearing a shirt and how close he was.

Damn these teenage hormones. And damn your insanely handsome, unbelievably hot boyfriend.

He smiled against your head at your reaction, feeling satisfied knowing he had the same effect on you as you had on him. Then, he slid his arms around your shoulders, pulling you against his bare chest, hugging you from behind. Making you feel the warmth of his skin against yours and sending a familiar rush of butterflies through both of your stomachs—just like it always did, no matter how many times you’ve done this before.

Your body molded perfectly against his, like it was meant to be there—and honestly, it was. And Michael took his time, appreciating the moment, letting himself hold you just a little longer. His nose brushed gently against your hair, and he inhaled deeply, breathing in the familiar scent of your shampoo, a quiet sigh leaving his lips as he tightened his hold around you.

“No excuses,” he murmured, his voice full of affection but with a firmness you knew all too well. “Come to bed with me. You promised I’d be your personal heater, remember? Or do you want to break the deal and crush my poor heart?”

You chuckled softly at the usual drama, tilting your head back against his shoulder.

“And what if I say I need five more minutes?” you teased, fully aware that there was no point in arguing with him when it came to you or your well-being.

You were his top priority since the moment he saw you.

Michael rolled his eyes, pretending to be irritated, though it was clear that wasn’t the case—at least not with you. The truth was, he loved this little game between the two of you.

Well, he loved everything that involved you, especially.

“I’d say you’re the most annoying person I know,” he replied, his lips brushing against your hair as he spoke, as if he couldn’t imagine being apart from you. “And still, I’m completely in love with you, just like a good boyfriend I am.”

You smiled softly, your fingers lazily intertwining with his, as if you were finally ready to surrender to the exhaustion.

“Okay… okay I’m going to bed but just because I’m almost dying.” And because, honestly, you didn’t know how to deny him anything when he said such sweet words.

Michael smiled back, feeling satisfied. But before letting you stand up, he turned his face slightly and pressed a soft yet firm kiss to the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, making you hold your breath.

Your poor heart.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered against your skin before he stood on his feet, gently pulling you up with him, making you grumble at the loss of contact. “Let’s go to my… ups, our bed,” he corrected.

11:59 PM.

But just before you two reached the door, you stopped suddenly, causing his bare chest to bump slightly into you. He looked down at you, curious, and when he saw that little smirk on your pretty tentatively lips, he knew something was about to happen.

Without a word, you gently pulled him by the neck, bringing him closer until your bodies were pressed more tightly together than they had been just moments before, your warm breath grazing his skin. Michael felt his heart race even more—not only because he was so close to you again, but because he genuinely didn’t feel brave enough to ask what you were planning.

You looked into his eyes, smiling softly. And before he could say another word, you pulled him into a kiss, as gentle as it was, making him melt under your touch.

The taste of your lips made him lose himself in the moment, his fingers finding your waist, while the kiss deepened and you both felt your tongues touching again and again…

“Okay, I’m definitely not complaining, but what was that?” he asked when you finally broke the kiss, blinking slightly, his cheeks flushed.

You smiled at him, a mischievous yet genuine grin that thank God he knew well, but that still made him swallow hard.

“Happy birthday, Michael,” you murmured softly, still close enough for him to feel the vibration of your voice in his ears and chest.

He stood there, speechless for a moment, the world around him disappearing as he allowed himself to feel the love of simply being with you, feeling you. But before he could respond, you whispered in that relaxing tone only you had…

“And now, we can go to our bed.”

He smiled, his heart racing 200 beats per second. Yes, he was definitely completely whipped, but in a way he would never trade.

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