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writingfics-passingtime · 11 months

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Hello my love!! For the mistake prompts:

Miracle Baby by Nothing but Thieves + Dealers choice!

This is such a fun idea😮‍💨 Happy drabbles!

Wasting My Time

This drabble is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song Prompt: Miracle Baby

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader (romantic, no pronouns used but disclaimer that this one feels more female-implied than others)

Word Count: ~1450

CW: Swearing, mentions of drugs, explicitly implied sex

Note: First, I love the subtle roast calling this a “mistake prompt” thank you Ella 😂 this song is so cool and gave me hazy dive bar feelings, and going-home-with-hot-stranger feelings. Hope you enjoy!

Matt hated things like this.

His fingers idly tapped against the cool condensation blanketing the beer bottle on the bar in front of him, halfway torn between thinking about his trial in the morning and debating whether to go out tonight. Either way, he was itching to leave.

It was loud. The obnoxious kind of loud, not the kind where you could feel the appreciation for life and joy and merriment. Being dragged along to these stupid law school alumni mixers was the worst way to spend a Sunday evening. Yeah, you hated things like this.

But you’d just spotted the perfect distraction.

At your 10 o’clock. Tall, dark, handsome, sitting alone at the bar. Better yet, he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but here, so, common ground.

You made your way through the masses, through the thick and clogged atmosphere saturated with terrible work-related jokes and the desperation to impress. Everyone else was in a sea of familiar faces but not you. You didn’t go to Columbia for law school. You only came because your roommate was too shy to come alone and promised she wouldn’t abandon you the exact way she did about five minutes ago.

Besides, you’d only lived in New York for three months and you’d spent so much energy settling into your dream law job that you hadn’t given much attention to making friends. Or to sex. But that was about to change.

Hence, the lone wolf at the bar.

After ordering some kind of sour cherry and lime cocktail with an over-the-top name, you settled on the stool next to the man. He didn’t acknowledge you and a quick glance at his walking stick gave you an indication as to why not.

“Let me guess,” you turned your head towards him and he looked your way. “Criminal law?”

He nodded, smiling with half his mouth. “What gave it away: the cheap suit, or the air of constant dread?”

You laughed, and the sound of it made Matt’s smile crack open. “You didn’t hand me a business card the second I sat down. And the lack of white powder around your nose.”

He laughed back, and you were successfully distracted.

His name was Matt, you soon learned. Past knowing he practised criminal law and that he graduated from Columbia you learned nothing more about his law career. You told him you were new in town, he told you he’d lived here his whole life, you told him you were grateful to meet someone so normal who’s been around forever and still thinks this city is worth staying in. He asked you why you chose New York and you said it just seemed like the right place to be. You couldn’t explain in. You blushed when you admitted it and your heartbeat picked up, so maybe you were doubting that decision.

He asked you about your hometown and turned his body completely towards you. You told him about it, about escaping on scholarship to Princeton, and your knees were soon gently resting against his. Somewhere throughout the course of the conversation, he rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up to just below his elbows. He took his time, made a subtle show of it.

You sipped slowly, Matt noticed; you weren’t here to get drunk. The citrus of your drink complimented the lavender in your shampoo, body wash, whatever the fuck it was that was the calmest thing in this place. It was clear you two were getting on well. So much so, no one bothered you.

Finally, he asked: “Where do you practise?”

“Nuh-uh,” you shook your head and pulled a knotted cherry stem from your teeth. “You and I are having a nice conversation here, Matt,” you chuckled. “All I do, all fucking day, is talk about law, think about law, breathe the fucking law-”

He grinned and held up an apologetic hand. “Message received.”

“Let’s talk about anything else.”

“Okay,” he held up that same hand towards you, putting the ball squarely in your court. “Shoot.”

You narrowed your eyes and twirled the stem between your fingertips. After a moment of contemplation, knowing very well where this may lead, you decided that this tall, dark and handsome distraction was worth the risky line.

“Do you think you could beat a grizzly bear in a fight?”

His eyebrows shot up but he didn’t stutter. “Excuse me?”

“No weapons. Pure brawn. One-on-one. Who wins, you or the bear?”

“The bear,” he waved his hand decisively. “No question.”

“Thank god,” you breathed in relief, nursing a smirk behind the stem in your fingers. His puzzled look was his question, so you answered. “Six percent of American men think they could beat a grizzly bear in a fight. Which means, there are about…” you looked around in a estimate head count, “four men in this bar who vastly overestimate their abilities.”

Matt bumped his eyebrows. Another question.

“I’m just making sure you’re not one of the four,” you said after another sip. Your glass was almost empty.

“Oh?” Matt cocked his head and found himself drawn in closer. “And why is that?”

You placed your now-empty glass down, letting it hit with a finality against the wooden bar. “Forgive me if I read you wrong, just seemed like you were searching for a reason to get the hell outta here too.”

Matt let your comment linger, and lifted the bottle to his lips to take another swig. He drained the last little bit and placed it on the counter next to yours. Your heart was beating pretty fast and you tried to calm your cherry-stained breathing, tried to look cool and collected. You wanted him, and you were the perfect distraction.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

Your breath in was shaky. Risky. No one else would’ve heard it.

“I’m just making sure I’m not wasting my time,” you said. “It’s not usually that fun, going home with a man who thinks they’re more capable than they actually are.”

He laughed once through his nose and pulled his beaten leather wallet from his coat pocket, placing thirty on the table to cover his beer, your cocktail and a tip for the bartender. “Trust me, sweetheart,” he stood and held his open palm out to you. You took his hand and left your stool with your coat and bag over your other arm. He leaned down, leaned in, so you could hear his husky promise over the sound of the bar. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

Sufficed to say, you had never met a more capable man.

His place was nice, his sheets were clean, he was strong and generous and attentive and that was a big problem. Because this was supposed to just be a distraction. A one-night thing. But it was hard to leave his bed at two thirty in the morning, it felt like tearing yourself away. And that was a problem.

Stay, he’d said. He had fresh towels, a toothbrush, he’d call you a cab in the morning after he’d made you coffee. I can’t, you said. On any other night you would have, but tomorrow was a big day. He understood, didn’t press the matter, and he called you a cab after wishing you a twenty-minute goodbye.

It was only at quarter to nine that same morning, when you were walking up the front steps with a takeaway coffee in hand, that you realised you didn’t have any way to contact him other than through your roommate, who might have his information. You didn’t even know Matt’s last name.

Matt thought about you as Foggy prepped the client in hushed whispers from the defence table. As he straightened files and pens and his personal voice recorder, he wondered when he’d run into you again. You’d been a good distraction. Too good. It was like you were still next to him, like he could still smell the cherry and lime, the lavender and honey and-… wait.

You settled next to your boss and put thoughts of last night out of your head, ready and focused to take on the day. It was a big one. For the first time since moving to New York, you were the lead on a case.

Matt’s mind raced as he listened to every whisper in the courtroom, and as he listened to them hush as the judge kicked off proceedings from the bench.

“Are we ready to begin?” Judge Wallace asked in a deadpan, looking straight to the defence’s table. Foggy stood.

“Defence is ready, Your Honour.”

From fifteen feet away, Matt heard the prosecutor stand. He closed his eyes behind his glasses and held in a sigh when he heard your voice say:

“Thank you, Your Honour. The State is ready to proceed.”

Oh… fuck.

#spicy matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock Drabble #matt Murdock x you #daredevil x you #daredevil x reader #i love enemies to lovers but is this the opposite ???#Yes I’ve been gone for three plus months #But im just in the mood to write today #and I’m on a Matt Murdock high right now #Marvel x reader #JJ’s mixtape

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 3 days

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Oh my darling, Your laughter feels like home.

I feel it reverberate deep inside my chest where my insecurities used to lie.

How many years have I spent drowning? Siphoning water fruitlessly through my gils, only to learn that when I breathe you in, it is lungs that blaze with life.

Your words... the cadence of your voice, the earnestness of your passion...I feel it, like the blood in my veins, rushing to keep my heart from ceasing to beat. I feel every enunciation like a stamp, temporarily branding me with your thoughts, your fears, your loves...

It's so easy to fall into step with you... back and forth we go, bouncing one thing after the next off of each other-- two poets weaving threads of wonder into an elaborate tapestry of words.

"I long for you," every moment we're apart is an uncomfortably lacking statement. The sentiment is apt, but lacks the intensity at which I pine for every instant we share.

The numbness of being not quite right has left me cold for so long, and yet you ignite in me an inferno of acceptance and affirmation that has transformed me. I am no longer the cracked shell I once was-- nay, I am a shining entity of love and awe that blossoms in the wake of your brilliance. The pattern of your heartbeat, the warmth of your skin, the thirst quenching taste of your breathe mingling with mine...I am not myself without you Edward. I pray that you do not linger for longer than necessary-- for your absence has left me bereft.

#just a letter stede writes to ed when ed goes off fishing and is only gone for like 4 fucking hours #or maybe this is the letter he puts in Ed's lunch that Ed takes along with him to the beach and it's sealed with a kiss shaped wax seal #because stede has made a seal in the shape of his lips just for ed because you know thats what he'd fucking do #insufferable husbands #gentlebeard #edward teach #our flag means death #ofmd #blackbonnet #stede bonnet #yes i wrote this instead of finishing the recap #sorry im in mood today

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casualbystander98 · 4 months

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some days the worship kink goes hard. make me your god. give me offerings by stretching yourself, slapping yourself, pushing your limits, making yourself cry.

#i think i should just get some coffee im in a mood today #bd/sm community #bd/sm daddy #bd/sm kink #r4p3 threats #bd/sm brat #kink writing #cnc somno #bd/sm pet #free use kink #kink story

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shitty-eyepocalypse-domains · 2 years

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End domain where you enter a fandom years after its peak and all that remains are you and the corpses of long forgotten content that you know you shall one day pick clean, leaving you with no where to go and nothing more to find.

#jonathan sims #the magnus archives #the archivist #tma #tma podcast #shitty eyepocalypse domains #the eyepocalypse #i like my own domains cause its a fun guess what dumb thing happened to me today guessing game for you guys #on this edition i enter the fucking tales from the borderlands fandom #yeah i dont know either fellas im gay just give me this #the end #oliver banks #terminus #also i get lyrical when im in a dumb mood and sleep deprived apparently #ignore the weirdly deep writing on my dumb eyepocalypse posf

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yarismacimizyasaryuruyor · 11 months

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Who's gonna write the "Bradley goes to the prom night with Jake, Nick follows them around, causes alotta 'Dad, stop embarassing me' moments to happen" prompt??

#cmon do something about it #dont think just do #im not in the mood to write today okay #so i cant write it myself #write this idea for me please #nick goose bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #hangster #sereshaw #top gun movie #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fandom #miles teller #anthony edwards #glen powell #queue

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whumpshaped · 10 months

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challenging you to write some sweet and fluffy comfort for a whumpee who desperately needs it :)

tw angst, implied death

"I can never do anything to help!" Whumpee sobbed. "I– I'm useless, I'm always too late, or too weak, or– or too unequipped–"

Caretaker drew them into a hug, holding them together as they were about to fall apart completely. They didn't say a word, just let Whumpee cry into their shoulder for as long as they wanted. Their embrace never once loosened, and Whumpee never clung less desperately to the back of their shirt.

"That's not true," Caretaker whispered. "That's not true at all. If it were, I wouldn't be here. Friend wouldn't be here. Whumpee, you have saved so many of us."

"I've lost so many people. Too many. I can't even count. I can't– I can't even look in the mirror anymore."

Caretaker gently pushed them away, looking them in the eye. "Then look at me. I can tell you exactly what you look like. You look fucking exhausted, because you've been working your ass off for others. You can't save everyone, Whumpee. But you can sure as hell get some rest before we continue taking care of the ones you have."

#ok maybe i cant fucking write fluff #or maybe im just in a mood #by the time this goes up i hope my dog is ok but fuck today im just not in a very fluffy sugary mood #so i wrote the comfort i needed #asks #distract me prompts #angst #emotional whump #implied death #whump #whump drabble

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gifti3 · 8 months

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Short smut fic for asmo 🫡

MC and Asmo are having private time in a random room in RAD

(GN!MC and i dont bring up any parts either)

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"You act like you haven't been fluttering your eyelashes at me all day."

"But it worked didn't it?"

You huff partially from this statement but also from the way you were bouncing in Asmo's lap. This position was tiring.

"Need some help?"

He scoots back on your futon to lean against the wall. Your arms wrap around his neck, and his hands hold your hips to support you.

The responsible part of you knew you shouldn't be doing this. But the way Asmo kept looking at you. The unnecessary touches as he passed you in the hallway…You couldn't ignore it. So you dragged him to your "secret space" you'd sneak away to when everything became too much at RAD. The spot was a room that wasn't being used in a quiet part of the school. So you slowly started sneaking in things that would certainly have Lucifer lecturing you for hours. Now it was your own personal lounge.

"This stupid...uniform...is stuffy." Your jacket was unbuttoned but you were beginning to overheat.

"That's why we should have stripped," Asmo sighs.

You rest against him. "No way. What if there's a drill or someone decides they desperately need to get in this room?"

"But that's what makes this so fun~"

He kisses you against the neck as his pelvis rolls against you.

"The idea of someone seeing us together like this...." you feel his nails digging into your hips. "It's very exciting."

You look at Asmo and almost want to laugh but realize he's being very serious. So you start to actually think about this idea.

Someone seeing you and Asmo so intimately involved with one another that you were completely unaware of your surroundings?

It's a little embarrassing but you feel a rush of arousal and end up clenching around Asmo.

"See? You always get me MC ❤ "

His kiss silences any denials you have. When he pulls back he's slightly out of breath. "MC can I finish in you? I don't want to pull out!"

You're not thinking straight and practically beg him to. You're so tired and stopped riding him a while ago so when Asmo stops supporting you to hug you instead you immediately slump down on his cock. Your body tenses and your own orgasm hits you while Asmo moans directly in your ear.

Your grip on Asmo loosens and you lay against him. As you feel your eyelids getting heavy the room door rattles.

You jump, fully awake.

"It's okay we locked the door. You're too nervous hon."

You feel Asmo's hands rubbing your lower back but you get out of his lap. And immediately regret letting him finish inside you.

You pull your school bag towards you to look for a napkin or something.

"We should get out of here anyways...."

"Nooo, let's skip our next class and hang out here! Anyways, you're obviously sleepy."

Asmo reaches his arms out towards you, motioning for you to come back into his arms.

But you shake your head and wipe your inner thigh. "I actually take notes during class though."

He huffs. "You're such a nerd." He lays on his side on the futon and starts to inspect his acrylic nails.

"...Asmo come on."

He stares intently at you. Too intently.

"Whatever you're trying to do, it's not gonna work."

"MC please, I can literally smell your horniness from here."

You deadpan. That little ability of his was so troublesome. Sometimes he was able to tell what you were feeling before you even acknowledged it.

"We can mess around after school, let's just get to class!"

"Hmmm...kay." He sits up and starts tidying himself.

...That easy???

In the middle of your class you suddenly remember you had plans with someone else after school and internally groan realizing you'd have to cancel. Dealing with an annoyed Asmo was out of the question.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and side eye said demon. He notices you looking and smiles.

#obey me #asmodeus x mc #asmodeus x reader #obey me asmodeus #asmo is a little “spicy” here #i kinda write him to be like this at times #hes very sweet but can be a handful especially if hes in some type of mood #if that makes sense #anyways yeah!#this scenario has been in my mind a long time so put one version of it on paper #im posting this through my phone god tumblr pls just send it through #dont destroy the formatting pls #i started this today and i didnt wanna think about it after today so finished really fast #be like that sometimes

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