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Underneath It All

Paring: JJ Maybank x KookFem!reader

Warnings:  18+ Smut. Oral (w receiving) PIV, Fluff, Romance, JJ’s got a dirty mouth. (Slight Angst, Slight Dub Con - if you squint) Not Proof-Read.

Summary:  JJ wants more than a casual hook up.

Word Count: 2000 words

Your media consumption is your own responsibility.  

Fine Print: Steal my writing or copy bits and karma will get ya.

“You know, you weren’t my type,” JJ whispered.

“Wh-what?” you stammered. Scrunching your nose at the sudden change in topic, you wondered what drove him to switch from talking about Rafe to well- you.

“You just- weren’t.”

“Oh-” and then it clicked. He wanted you to respond with, ‘and what about now?’ opening the door to a conversation you had no intention of having.

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Fic Rec Masterlist

Here I’m going to combine all of the fics I’ve read into one post! Writers deserve so much love and appreciation for all of their hard work <3 Happy reading and enjoy :’)

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skincare routine

pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

summary: Reader does her skincare routine on Frank after a shower

word count: 535

warnings: fluff fluff fluff, frank being a simp

a/n: hi so this is the first thing i’ve ever written so feedback is greatly appreciated! I’d love to start writing more so if you have requests send them my way! -m <3

Every so often, Frank would let you do your skincare routine on him. The two of you would get out of the shower, he’d wrap a towel around you, and then himself, before lifting you up and setting you gently on the counter. He’d never let you know this, but he loves when you do your unnecessarily long after shower routine on him. You would excitedly ask if you could, but Frank would always reply, “No, my skin is perfectly fine thank you very much, no need for that oily shit.” You would simply pout and give him a look before asking again. He could ever say no to you, you were his angel, the sunshine that brought light into his dull life.

“C’mon, please? It’ll feel nice!” you plead. He’d stay silent for a second before mumbling something under his breath and nodding, your face instantly going from a playful pout to an excited smile. He loved being that close to you. Sitting on the bathroom counter as he stands between your legs, hands on your hips while you rub different oils and lotions onto his face.

Frank loves to listen to you talk. He’s always enjoyed the sound of your voice, your sweet and gentle tone that’s always there to comfort him when he needs it. He also loves when your voice goes slightly deeper whenever you scold him for coming home late at night all beat up and bloody. And the opposite; when your voice raises in pitch whenever you ramble on about things that excite you.

“So this is rose seed oil, not really sure what it does but it makes my skin look great.” You explain as he stands in front of you with his eyes closed, a small chuckle as he grips your hips a bit tighter. “And this,” you begin, reaching behind you to grab a small container, “is the world's best invention. Aquaphor. I always use this as chapstick.” You put some on your finger before swiping it across his lips. “You know, you should really put this on some of your cuts. It would really help and make them heal faster.”

“Would it now?” He teases. “I’ll have to let my nurse know then.” You playfully hit his shoulder as you jump down from the counter and walk toward your shared bedroom to change, immediately grabbing one of his shirts and a pair of underwear.

Moments later, the two of you are in bed cuddled next to each other, each exhausted from the day. As you reach to grab your book off of the nightstand to read before going to sleep, you hear Frank mumble something next to you. “What’d you say love?” He smiles at the pet name, before repeating, “Will you read to me?”

You wouldn’t expect Frank Castle to be the type of person to enjoy being read to before bed, you wouldn’t even give it a thought considering his lifestyle, but it’s one of his favorite parts of his day. No worries of people trying to kill him or police chasing him, just him and his girl lying in bed as she reads some cheesy romance novel before drifting off to sleep.

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The Many Love Languages of Frank Castle

Word count: 3.2k

A/n: Just some thoughts on how Frank Castle shows his love in all the different ways he can. You can totally tell what my love languages are through this and I am not even sorry for it. hehe. But I hope you all enjoy becuase writing this just made me love him even harder. 

Summary: He’s stoic and dangerous, carefully picking words and actions. To anyone else it would seem he is unable to love, unable to feel anymore, unable to be anything besides a cruel murderer. Yet, every single thing he does shows you the warmth in his heart. 

Warnings: f! reader, language, blood, mentions of gore, guns, nudity, mentions of sexy times

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Words of Affirmation:

He’s a man of few words. But the words that he does say, you know he means completely.

His praise comes randomly throughout the day. When you hand him a cup of coffee he sometimes doesn’t say anything, sometimes he says thank you, but sometimes he says wholeheartedly, “you make the best coffee.”

It causes you to fluster and look away, happy to hear his praise and yet shy from it. He chuckles and presses a kiss to your temple. Then he cheekily adds, “and you’re one cute barista.” His smile wide as you nearly melt from his words.

It’s the little names he calls you, “sweetheart” and “baby” flowing from his lips like they were made to be said from him. Like you were made to be called by him. Each holding their own weight and underlying message of affection.

Once you wiggled your way into his circle of trust, he started to come to you all bloodied and half dead. You nearly have a heart attack each time. But it was worse in the beginning.

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The Devil of Hell's Kitchen

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Word Count: 7.4k

Tags: matt murdock being feral for reader's taste, pussy eating, unprotected piv, just a touch of religious trauma

Notes: Hi besties!! anyways I'm a wh0re for Matt Murdock now, enjoy!!

Warnings: reader in this is nurse and patches up Matt's wounds, it also talks about violence, blood and such!

“I wish you would tell me why you always come to me with broken ribs, busted lips and literal stab wounds.” You place more pressure on the gash across Matt’s rib cage.

You’ve known him for a few years, since he was an intern at Landman and Zack with Foggy. You were a part of a lawsuit against your nursing school, but that’s a story for another time. You, Matt and Foggy hit it off immediately despite being on opposite sides of the table when it came to the lawsuit, the 3 of you would regularly go out for drinks and on occasion only Matt and you would go out. You wish there was more to that story but he always stopped himself before anything got too far until one day he just stopped going out with you all together. That was until about 4 months ago when he showed up at your apartment beaten within an inch of his life. You begged him to call 911 but he refused, telling you that he believed in your abilities to help him before passing out in your living room from blood loss. You tried to ask questions after he regained consciousness like, who had done it to him, why they did it to him, why he didn’t seem more disturbed about almost dying but he had just put a bloody hand over your mouth and told you to sew him up. He said the people who had done it would no longer be an issue, but obviously that wasn’t the case if he just kept crawling back to your doorstep, sometimes literally crawling. You stopped asking questions after the 3rd or 4th time, knowing the routine at that point. He’d stumble in, you’d patch him up, watch over him for a few hours, then you’d go to sleep and he’d be gone by morning. He did make it worth your while though, you’ve received more than a few gift baskets full of your favorite treats and wines, and you also have a sneaking suspicion he may be behind the beautiful bouquets of flowers that show up on your doorstep every week like clockwork.

“Ah, but that would take all the mystery out of our relationship.” Matt’s strained voice makes you roll your eyes, leave it to him to crack a joke while you’re trying to stop him from bleeding out. You reach over to the end table to grab more gauze, you just need this wound to stop bleeding enough for you to actually assess it.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” His voice is inquisitive and lightly mocking, your cheeks heat. Matt has always had a way of knowing every little move you make, at first you thought he was just intuitive but it’s more than that, you don’t have a way of explaining it but he knows when you enter a room just from the smell of your perfume and he can always tell when you’re nervous or lying. You’ve considered superhuman abilities, mind reading and you had a conspiracy theory that he wasn’t actually blind for a while but all of it is just too silly to be true.

“You know for a blind guy you see much better than most people with sight.” Your tone is clipped and Matt struggles to get a laugh out. The two of you have always joked, it was one of the things that drew you into a friendship with Foggy and him in the first place, they both have a sense of humor that mirrors yours perfectly.

“Maybe I just know you too well, sweetheart.” You bite your tongue as his pet name for you rolls off his lips. You pull the gauze away from his wound, the bleeding has finally subsided and you’re able to assess if it needs stitches, a butterfly bandage or just some good old fashion superglue. You go for the superglue and close the wound, adding some butterfly bandages on top of it for good measure before backing away from Matt and taking off your gloves. You wipe your forehead with your forearm and exhale slowly.

“I don’t know about that, Murdock, we both have our secrets. I’ll see you next week, same time as always I’m assuming?” Matt settles into the cushions on your couch and closes his eyes. You told him he didn’t need to give you answers but he did need to rest for at least a few hours before leaving and he’s been following your only demand so far.

“It’s a date.” His deep voice sends a shiver down your spine but you snort at his comment.

“If it’s a date you better bring me some damn takeout.” You turn out all the lights in the living room, not like it makes much of a difference for him, but it’s just a habit for you. You shuffle up the stairs to the loft you sleep in above the living area. The first dozen times he came in with wounds you never got any sleep. You were constantly awake and worrying about his wounds, but it’s nothing more than a routine now, patch him up, leave him on the couch, try to get 4-5 hours of sleep before your 12 hour shifts at the hospital. Tonight seems like one of those nights where you stay awake and stare at the wall instead. You aren’t sure how much time has passed but you hear some shuffling coming from below the loft in the living area. You hear the window that leads out to your fire escape open and then Matt’s soft voice.

“Get some sleep sweetheart, thank you.” The window closes in time with your eyes, you flip over onto your other side and bite your lip to stop yourself from crying. Being his personal nurse is stressful, you don’t know what he’s involved with but you have a good idea of what it could be, Hell’s Kitchen is far from a crime free place and there’s been a masked vigilante in the news lately, The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, who’s body composition and jawline are both strikingly similar to a certain blind lawyer you’ve come to know. You won’t jump to conclusions, not until he tells you for himself but at this point it’s less of a jump and more of a simple step forward.

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You haven’t seen or heard from Matt in close to 3 weeks, and the news has been suspiciously quiet as well. Your flowers still arrive every Thursday at 9 pm on the dot, and that’s your only sense of calm in the sea of panic that fills your head. The gnawing questions still poke at the back of your mind like a white hot brand iron. Did he not make it to your apartment in time? Did the people he’s been fighting finally get the last blow? You’ve checked every emergency room in a 50 mile radius, asking if they’ve had any John Doe’s who fit Matt’s description, you don’t know if you’re worried or relieved that you’ve come up empty handed each time. The next time you see him, he’s getting a hefty slap to the face, hurt or not. You don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve to stay awake every night worrying about a man who isn’t even your romantic partner.

You pace back and forth behind your couch, 8:58 P.M. on a Thursday. Your eyes stay trained on the door, waiting for the familiar knock to signify that your weekly flowers have arrived. When the knock does come you almost jump out of your skin, you’ve been so on edge lately, every small creak, bump and thump has you panting and looking over your shoulder like a deranged woman. You shuffle towards the door and press your cheek against the cool metal, looking through the peep-hole to watch the receding form of the delivery man, you wait until he disappears down the hallway before you open the door to retrieve the flowers. You lean down and pick them up, chrysanthemums, daisies, sunflowers and some type of fern as a filler, it’s always the same, always your favorites. You don’t know how your secret admirer knows your favorite flowers but every week they appear, more gorgeous than the ones before them. You move to your open kitchen area to replace last week’s dying ones with this week’s fresh ones, saving one flower to dry and press like you have since you started receiving them. Your back is to the living room as you place them on the small island. The hand on your arm stops your heart and you freeze trying to think of an attack plan before a familiar voice relaxes your muscles and sends a jolt of anger through you all at once.

“Don’t turn around.” You clench your jaw as Matt gives you a command, you begin to turn but Matt moves closer and keeps you pinned against the kitchen island, his hands stay firm on your biceps.

“Nice to see you too Matty boy, glad you aren’t dead in a fucking dumpster.” Your hands grip the granite of the island as Matt stays unmoving behind you.

“You’re angry.” You blow out a shaky breath as the heat of his body starts to seep into your back. You keep your eyes forward and focus on the wall in front of you as you reply.

“Another astute observation.” You can feel your neck and face getting hot from the anger coursing through your body. How dare he not appear for weeks and then sneak into your apartment as if nothing has happened.

“I’m glad the flowers are still getting to you okay.” You blink once, twice, as your sneaking suspicion about your secret admirer is confirmed.

“How do you know what my favorite flowers are?” You try to turn again but Matt keeps a firm hold on your arms keeping you caged between the island and him.

“I could smell them on you the first time we met, you must have just gotten fresh ones right before our meeting because the smell was so fragrant, it almost overpowered the smell of your Burberry perfume.” You squeeze your eyes shut with the newfound knowledge, it’s shit like this, you sat across a large table from him the first time you met him, no closer than 6 feet at all times. How was he able to pick up on that?

“You say it so casually like every person should be able to smell things like that. You don’t want me to ask questions but you can’t just drop knowledge bombs on me like that and then tell me not to question you.” Matt finally releases your arms and takes a step away from you. You turn slowly and keep your eyes focused on his chest, he’s wearing a simple long black shirt that’s tight on his chest. You let your eyes wander up until you’re met with an all black mask that covers the entirety of his upper face. You gasp as your second suspicion of the night is confirmed. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears as you try to back away, the kitchen island stops your escape and you’re left frozen in front of Matthew Murdock, your close friend, best patient and Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

“You’re right, you deserve answers.” You blink rapidly as the man in front of you speaks, your mind is struggling to come to terms with the fact that the man you’ve been bandaging, sewing up and infatuated with for so many months is the newest terror of Hell’s Kitchen.

“How.” Your voice comes out soft and timid. You wish you could get your mouth to say all the things your brain is thinking but both aren’t cooperating. Matt seems to understand you perfectly though because he lets out a soft sigh before he reaches up to remove the mask from his face. You’re met with his glazed over brown eyes. He grips the mask in his hands before turning and walking away from you to take a seat on the couch. You stare at the back of his head and he raises a hand to beckon you over. You follow on shaky legs and pause a few steps away from where he sits, you opt to sit on the small ottoman in front of the couch instead and continue to stare at the man in front of you.

“I tried to keep you out of this, I tried to keep you in the dark but I realized I’m putting you in more danger by not being honest. I’ve been working to dismantle the crime families in Hell’s Kitchen.” He opens his mouth to continue but you cut him off quickly.

“You mean you’ve been killing the people of Hell’s Kitchen.” You watch as Matt’s jaw ticks, he takes a deep breath in before replying.

“No.” It’s the most forceful you’ve ever heard his voice before. “No. I do not kill people, not even the people who deserve it, I’m just trying to make Hell’s Kitchen a better place.” You let out a soft scoff at his lies, you’ve seen the news footage, you know exactly what he’s done.

“Matt, you’re delusional. I’ve seen what you’ve done. It’s all over the news.” You try to keep your voice as even as possible but you can’t help the emotions that seep into your words, you’ve been assisting him with his rampant crime, you’re an accomplice.

“Sweetheart, I need you to close your eyes.” You narrow your eyes and stare at the side of his face, trying to make sense of what his request has to do with any of the shit he’s just told you. He moves to the side of the couch that’s closest to you and his hand reaches out to grab yours, a part of you wants to recoil, you should recoil but you don’t. He lifts your hand and places it on his chest, where his heart is. You can feel his sturdy pulse beneath your palm.

“Are your eyes closed?” Your lips form a thin line, a nasty retort on the tip of your tongue but you bite it back and close your eyes anyways. You should call the police, tell them everything that’s happened and let the justice system handle this but you can’t bring yourself to do it so you close your eyes and humor his simple request.

“I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be. But I need you to clear your mind, push your emotions aside for just a moment. Listen to my voice, feel my heartbeat under your hand and then tell me if I'm delusional, if I’m lying. Can you do that for me?” You take a deep breath in and try to do as he asks, his hand squeezes yours and he gives you a few moments before he begins to talk again.

“I’ve been trying to get more information on a crime boss, I have a name but none of his men will talk. They’d rather die than give up any information. He has this entire city wrapped up in this, the cops, the media, lawyers, even hospitals. There isn’t a single part of this city he hasn’t touched and none of it is good. I’m trying to bring him down, he knows me as the man in the mask, that’s why my actions have picked up so much media attention. He wants to turn Hell’s Kitchen against me, the killing, the explosions, all of it has been him. I thought by not telling you any of this I could somehow keep you safe but I’m realizing now that won’t work. And you’re too important to me to lose. I have to keep you safe, even if that means you hate me for what I do, for what I’ve become.” All the information he just gave you swirls around your head, it’s taking everything in you not to fold in on yourself and go into full blown panic mode, it’s all too insane, all of it but you know he’s telling the truth. You can feel it in your bones, every word he’s spoken has been true. His hand loosens on yours and you let it fall away from his chest as you open your eyes. You stare into his brown ones for a moment as you try to formulate a response.

“I don’t hate you.” That’s all you can muster, you watch the corners of Matt’s mouth pull upwards for a second before they drop again.

“You don’t.” He doesn’t phrase it as a question, just a simple statement, like he knows you aren’t lying.

“Okay, so where do I fall into this? Why are you so worried about me?” You rub your hands against the material of your jeans, trying to get the sweat off of them as your mind continues to move a mile a minute.

“I’ve been so distant for the past few weeks because I’ve noticed someone tailing you, they’re trying to figure out if you actually are involved with me. I thought if I disappeared they’d lose interest and leave you alone but more men have started to stakeout. I need to get you out of here before they can get to you.” You take a deep breath in through your nose as his words sink into your skin, a murderous crime boss seems to think you have some kind of connection with a vigilante who’s hell bent on taking him out, not a great place to be. You rack your brain for a place you can go, somewhere you can be safe but you come up blank. Your family lives too far away and your friends are far too nosy for you to stay there for more than a day or two without prying questions you don’t have the answers to.

“I don’t have anywhere to go, Matt.” Your voice breaks at the end and you clear your throat to try to get rid of the sticky feeling you get right before the waterworks start.

“Yes you do. I’m taking you back to my apartment. You can stay there until we figure things out.” Your eyes widen at his simple statement. A large part of you wants to protest, but you really don’t have anywhere to go until things are sorted. Your heart picks up significantly at the thought of sharing a space with the man in front of you for the foreseeable future. Matt lets out a deep laugh and you clench your jaw at his odd reaction. He just told you that you may have a hit out on your head and he’s laughing? Oh you’re so totally going to slap him.

“What’s so funny, Matty boy.” You watch as Matt licks the inside of his bottom lip, he hates when you call him Matty boy and you only reserve it for when you’re livid with him.

“I just told you so many horrible things and the only thing that gets your heart rate above 120 beats per minute is the part where you’ll be staying with me.” You roll your eyes but you can feel the heat creeping up your neck.

“Don’t be asinine Matthew. There’s no way you can hear my heartbeat like that.” Matt’s lips curl into a small smirk.

“Sweetheart, I could pick your heartbeat out in a crowd of 1000 people.” Well, that gets your heart rate going even more.

“I need more fucking answers Matt.” He holds a hand up to you and you stop talking as his head turns to the side like he’s listening for something you can’t quite hear.

“And I’ll answer them all. After I get you out of here. Put together a bag quickly. We need to go, now.” He stands and pulls you up with him. He puts the mask back on his face and stalks towards your front door. The shift in his mood is enough to have you racing up the stairs to put together a bag of essentials. You throw in as many clothes as you can, you aren’t even sure what you’ve grabbed. You run to your desk and grab your laptop, a few notebooks that have important information in them and a photo of you, Foggy and Matt from the arcade. You take the stairs two at a time and run into Matt’s chest. He wraps his arms around you and leads you towards the window he always disappears out of.

“We need to get out of here now, there’s 3 men in your building. Go down the fire escape and head in the direction of my apartment. I’m going to follow behind you. Call Foggy, tell him you just want to talk. I’ll meet you at my place.” He all but pushes you out of the window and onto the fire escape. His upper body leans out of the window and he grabs your neck pulling you into his body. His lips press against yours quickly. You gasp and freeze for a second before you start to kiss him back. It's short but full of emotion and want. He pulls away before it’s even begun.

“You have know idea how long I’ve wanted to do that sweetheart. Now go.” he retreats back into the apartment and you’re left doe eyed on the fire escape before your body finally starts to work. You climb down the old, rickety stairs as fast as humanly possible. When your feet hit the pavement you pull out your phone and type in Foggy’s name, it rings twice before his familiar voice filters through the speaker on your phone. You smile as you speed walk down the dark street and away from your apartment.

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You pace inside of Matt’s apartment, hoping the men who were inside your building didn’t follow you, it’s been an hour since you got here and Matt still hasn’t appeared. You stayed on the phone with Foggy for a while but he was starting to get suspicious of your call and your tone. The front door rattles for a second before Matt stumbles inside. He’s back in his usual suit and glasses. You walk right up to him and slap him across the face. His head snaps to the side causing his glasses to fall off his face and onto the floor. Your eyes widen as you realize what you’ve just done.

“I probably deserved that.” He says as he walks further into the apartment and your eyes scan his body. He doesn’t seem hurt, maybe he didn’t have to fight anyone tonight. You bend over and pick up his glasses, his hand is already out waiting patiently for you to place them in his palm. He puts them back on and sits down on the couch, letting out a loud, steady sigh.

“You could have stopped me.” You fold your arms across your chest as you talk and move to sit on the couch next to him. Bringing your legs up to rest underneath you.

“I could’ve, but like I said, I probably deserved that. I’m sorry for kissing you.” Your head snaps to look at him, does he think you slapped him for kissing you?

“That’s not what I want you to apologize for.” Matt rests his head against the back of the couch, the air between you is silent for a few moments before he speaks.

“I’m sorry for all of it, I really am. But I’ll fix it, I promise.” He reaches a hand out and grips the top of your thigh, you look down at his hand. It’s only there for a moment before he pulls it away.

“You can start by answering all of my questions.” You move your gaze back to his face, he puts his hands out in front of him, both of them together like he just clapped, and then he opens his hands, his palms facing upwards towards the ceiling with the sides of his palms touching each other. You smile as you realize he’s signaling that he’s an open book.

“Firstly, how do you know everything? The heartbeat thing, the smell thing, knowing when I’m rolling my eyes?” Matt finally smiles for what feels like the first time in forever and your heart stutters as you stare at how handsome he looks.

“My other senses make up for what I lack in sight. I’ve trained myself to smell, taste and hear what other people can’t. Next question.” He puts his feet up on the coffee table in front of him and clasps his hands across his abdomen. He looks so damned relaxed, that bastard.

“What can you smell, what can you taste, what can you hear?” Your voice gets softer with each word until it’s barely above a whisper. Matt thinks over your question for a second before he finally settles on an answer.

“Everything. I can smell your pomegranate shampoo, I can smell the perfume you put on in the morning, I can smell the two - no - three glasses of wine you had tonight, full bodied Cab from California? I can taste your perfume too, more so right after you apply it, but it’s still there, a faint floral taste on the tip of my tongue. I can hear your heartbeat, I can hear when you rub your thighs together because I make you unbearably nervous. I can hear when you run your fingers through your hair or when you bite your fingernails, which by the way is a terrible habit and you’re doing it right now, so stop.” You freeze and pull your thumb out of your mouth, you hadn’t even realized you started to bite your nail, he’s right, it’s a horrible habit and you only do it when you’re anxious. You try to control your breathing and your heart rate because apparently that’s something else you need to worry about around him.

“Okay so you have, like, superhuman senses. Maybe you should change your profession to a drug sniffing dog, you’d make a killing with that.” Matt laughs at your poor attempt to lighten the tension in the room.

“Next question, sweetheart.” You blink at him, trying to think of another question to ask, your mind is racing but you’re trying to stop yourself from word vomiting.

“You can fight? How?” You knew his dad was a boxer, you assumed he had some sort of self defense training, but to do what he does, without sight. It’s intriguing, mesmerizing, and you want to know everything.

“Someone trained me as a kid, the same person that taught me about my senses. I use that to my advantage. I can’t physically see my opponents but I can see where they’re at, what they’re going to do, it also helps that I'm quick.” His head turns to the side to face you, he’s smiling again and you have to dig your fingers into your thighs to stop yourself from crawling onto his lap and continuing the kiss from earlier.

“Sweetheart, I can hear your heart hammering in your chest. I can taste you.” Matt’s voice drops an octave and your breathing hitches when you realize exactly what he’s referring to.

“I have one more question.” You move closer to him, until your thigh is brushing against his side. He unclasps his hands and his fingers move to rest on your leg, right above your knee.

“Ask away.” His breath is picking up and you have to force your mind to stay on track long enough to ask him the one thing that’s been on your mind since you got to his apartment.

“Why did you wait so long to kiss me?” Your face leans in closer to him and he mirrors your movement, you can feel his breath fanning across your cheek.

“Do you know what they call me?” His words vibrate through your body and he leans forward more until his lips brush against the corner of your mouth. You have to work through so many jumbled thoughts to find an answer to the question he asked.

“The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen?” Your voice is so soft, if he was anyone else you’d be worried he didn’t hear you, but he’s Matt, he can hear the way your heart is trying to beat out of your chest right now.

“The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, I didn’t want to taint something as sweet as you. No matter how tempting it is, I never wanted you to get wrapped up in this.” He brings his lips across your cheek as he speaks, trailing his nose down to your neck where he inhales deeply, like he’s trying to get one last taste of the perfume that’s fading away. You take this as an opportunity to throw your leg across his lap, you straddle his thighs and he immediately drops his feet from the coffee table, his hands wrapping around your ankles as his chest leans forward to get closer to you.

“But I am wrapped up in this, I’m wrapped up in you. And I’m here to stay. You can’t scare me off.” Your hands shake as you reach up to his face. You grab his glasses and pull them from his face slowly. His grip tightens around your ankles as you fold his glasses and place them on the arm of the couch closest to you. Your hands move back to his face and your thumbs trace the split skin and bruise on his forehead and eye. Matt lets your fingers travel to his lips, you run your thumb over his bottom lip and his tongue pokes out to lick the pad of your thumb. He closes his eyes and lets out a soft moan. His hands finally move from your ankles. He lets his hands trail over your body and he lets out a soft choked gasp as his palms come in contact with your chest. You didn’t have time to put a bra on before being forced from your apartment. His hands grip your chest and you stifle a moan as his thumb runs over your nipple. His hands continue up to your neck. He's so gentle with his motions, his fingers spread out on your face and you sit still as he maps out your face. He’s done it before but this feels different, his touch is so heated, so soft, your body lights with fire as his cautious fingers dance across your lips. He moves his hands to your cheeks and then his hands start moving through your hair to the back of your neck.

Matt pulls you down until your lips touch his, this kiss is much more forceful than the kiss at your apartment. He deepens it immediately and lets out another loud groan as his tongue tastes yours. His hips buck up and you whimper as you feel him underneath you through your thin sweatpants. Matt pulls away from your lips and pants into your mouth before he turns his attention to your throat. His hands move down your back to grip your hips.

“I thought I knew what you tasted like but I was wrong. I was so very wrong.” He whispers the words into your neck as he continues to lick and suck on the sensitive skin there.

“Please, Matt, I need you.” You wrap your fingers in his hair as he kisses your throat, it’s like one simple taste of you has driven him mad. His lips and teeth gnash at the skin of your neck with the feral desire of a starved man.

“I know, sweetheart.” His fingers bury into the skin of your sides with a bruising grip, he helps you rock your hips back and forth over his bulge and you let out a whisper of a moan as more pleasure ignites inside of you.

“I want you to explain to me what you feel, what you taste, let me inside your mind.” Your voice is breathy as you say the words, Matt buries his face in your chest and you feel like if you don’t take the clothes off your body right now, you’ll combust. You pull back to rip your shirt off and lean forward immediately. You can feel Matt breathing rapidly beneath you as he drags his face across the valley of your breasts.

“I can taste your body wash, your perfume is filling my head right now and it’s driving me insane. I can smell how much you want me, it’s like a phantom sweetness on the tip of my tongue, I can hear every little whimper and moan you’re trying to hold back. I can hear your teeth pulling at the skin of your bottom lip. Your heart rate picks up even more whenever my mouth passes over right here.” He presses his lips to the hollow of your throat and you almost start hyperventilating when his tongue darts out to lick it.

“Bedroom, take me to your bedroom Matthew.” You scramble off his lap and his hands help guide you as you stand on your shaky legs. His hand catches the crook of your elbow and he all but drags you into the bedroom across from his living area. You fall onto the bed immediately and you watch as Matt fumbles with his clothing. He yanks his tie down and pulls it over his head before dropping it on the ground, his suit jacket follows shortly after and then when he’s fed up with how many buttons are on his shirt he just rips it open, you listen as the buttons scatter across the cement ground. You lift your hips to wiggle your sweatpants off as he undoes his belt and pulls his suit pants off. He stands in front of you in black briefs and you watch his shoulders rise as he inhales deeply.

“Heavenly.” Is all he says before he stalks towards the bed and crawls up between your thighs. You expect him to come all the way up but he stops at your naked cunt. He leans down and places a teasing kiss to the inside of your thigh. Your hips buck up into his face and he lets out a soft chuckle. His hands travel up the length of your legs and he grips the pliant skin of your thighs. His tongue darts out and he licks a stripe along the inside of your upper thigh.

“This is the quickest I’ve ever heard your heartbeat before.” His hot breath fans across the top of your pussy and you’re given no warning before his tongue dives straight into you. He lets out a loud moan as he licks from your entrance to your clit, you thought he was a man starved before but nothing compares to the way he is now. His entire body is shaking and grinding against the mattress as he devours you. His fingers tighten on your thighs, keeping them open as he pulls your clit between his lips, he sucks on it lightly and you look down between your thighs, the room is dark but the light from the open living room is filtering in, painting his silhouette in a soft red glow. His entire face is buried between your thighs and you wished he would look up so you can see the look on his face. Your hands let go of the comforter surrounding you and you move your hands down to tangle in his hair. He lets out a soft growl as your fingertips scrape against his scalp. You try to pull him away from your center, needing his lips to be back on yours, needing him to be inside of you. He lets out a groan and moves his hands to yours, removing them from his hair and pinning them underneath his own against your thighs.

“I can’t stop, I can’t stop until you come undone, until I hear all those sweet little moans and whimpers.” Matt pulls away from you to get the words out before he continues his mouth’s assault on your clit. You’ve had quite a few sexual partners in your life, but none of them have ever but this enthusiastic about eating you out. You continue to wiggle your hips, trying to get away from his mouth.

“Matt, I want to come with you inside me.” You whine, his grip tightens on your hands and the flat of his tongue drags against your clit working your body closer and closer to your impending orgasm.

“You will.” He mumbles the words into you and your hips jerk upwards at the depravity that laces his tone. “Be good for me.” Matt’s grip on your hand loosen and he moves it between your thighs, you choke on a soft gasp as he presses two of his fingers inside of you. Your body clenches around his fingers as he works them in and out of you in slow, shallow thrusts. Your only free hand grabs the comforter, trying to regain a bit of control over your body as Matt’s tongue drives you closer to the edge.

“You’re so close, I can feel it, let go sweetheart. Give me your all.” Matt’s lips rub against you as he continues to whisper sweet praise to you. The heat in your body is unbearable and you’re seconds away from shattering. Matt sucks your clit between his lips again, dragging his teeth over it lightly. Your body begins to convulse as you fall head first into a powerful orgasm. His fingers and tongue speed up as you thrash and moan against the mattress, whimpering your praise for him between your shallow pants and lewd moans. Matt finally pulls his face away from you when your whines of pleasure turn to whimpers of overstimulation. He kneels between your thighs and leans back as he brings his fingers to his lips. His eyes close as he slips them between his lips to clean them off. You sit up on the mattress and grip his wrist, pulling his fingers out of his mouth to take them into your own. Your tongue licks between his fingers and you watch him as you run your tongue over every surface of his fingers that were just inside of you.

Matt pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a soft pop, his hand slides down to your neck leaving a wet trail in its wake, he grips your throat and pulls you forward to his lips. His kiss is much more controlled this time, less rushed, but there’s still so much desire behind it. He pushes you back onto the bed and hovers over you. His lips move to your throat as he pushes down his briefs and you move your hands to help him, needing him more with every growing second.

“I need to know this is what you want. If we do this, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to go back to how things were before.” He pauses all his movements, pulling his face away from you. You watch the shadows dance over his face and you’ve never been more sure of anything before in your life.

“I want this.” Matt smiles a bit and you know he’s listening to your heartbeat, checking for the truth in your words.

“If I’m going to hell, I’m dragging you with me sweetheart.” Matt lines up with your entrance and pushes forward slowly, letting out a string of curses as your heat envelops him. He pauses inside of you and buries his face in your neck, both of his forearms caging you in from the rest of the room.

“Matt, you can drag me anywhere. Just start moving.” You grind your hips trying to get him to thrust. He lets out a shaky breath before he starts to move at a controlled, languid pace. His lips trail over your jaw and he nips at the skin there as his pace starts to increase slightly.

“Sorry sweetheart, you overwhelm me.” Your heart stutters at Matt’s simple admission, your fingers find their way back to his hair and you drag his face to yours, kissing him with the same intensity he had on the couch. His pace picks up further and you moan into his mouth as his hips slam against you. He shifts all of his weight onto one forearm as he reaches between the two of you to rub gentle circles around your clit with his thumb. You let out another whimper that he swallows as his tongue traces yours in your mouth. You aren’t sure how much time has passed since the moment on the couch, it could have been minutes, it could have been hours. Matt is meticulously working to undo all the coherent thoughts inside of your mind with his cock and fingers. Your fingers drag themselves away from his hair to scrape at his back. He lets out a loud groan as you dig your fingernails into the hot skin there, you feel his muscles working as he continues to thrust into you. Your first orgasm is already forgotten as he works you towards your second one. You bite his lip as the rising pleasure in your body begins to take over again.

“How do you do it? How do you know my body better than I know it myself?” You whisper the words as Matt moves his face back to the crook of your neck. He bites and sucks at the skin of your throat and you know it's going to leave a mark and the thought of him marking you sends another jolt of excitement through your body.

“I’ve been told I’m a really good listener.” You bite back a laugh as your orgasm crashes through your body, you choke on a moan as you clench around his cock inside of you and your fingers dig deeper into the skin of his back. Matt picks up to a brutal speed and you can hear each of his small groans and pants as he works himself closer and closer to his own orgasm.

“You’re so close Matt, I can feel it, give me your all.” You press your lips to the shell of his ear and echo his previous words. His hips stutter for a second and he pulls out of you. He leans back as he fists his cock above you and you look down between your legs to watch the scene unfold. He pumps his cock three more times and lets out a deep groan, you watch as his come lands on the inside of your thigh and you look up at him with a wide eyed expression, watching him do that was so hot. The red glow has shifted to a pale purple thanks to the LED billboard right outside of his apartment, and his pale skin is illuminated in the darkness of the room. You finally take a moment to shamelessly check him out but you stop when you see the gauze on his side and the center of it that’s now a darker color than the rest of the white gauze surrounding it. You narrow your eyes as he continues to catch his breath. He pauses for a moment and cocks his head to the side, blinking multiple times like he’s trying to figure something out.

“You’re angry?” His voice comes out shaky and you sit up on your elbows, your eyes still looking at the wound on his side that’s bleeding.

“A bit. You’re bleeding Matt. I could have hurt you. Let me look at it.” You sit up all the way and immediately move your hands to pull the bloodied gauze away from his torso. His hands catch your wrists and he brings them up to his face, he places a soft kiss to both of your palms before speaking again.

“How about we take a shower and you can play nurse afterwards?” You can’t stop the way you shift your thighs or the way your heartbeat picks up from his suggestion. Matt lets out a deep laugh as he rolls off the bed and heads in the direction of the bathroom.

“Your heartbeat will always give you away sweetheart. Come on.” He calls back after you and you scramble off the bed to follow him into the bathroom. His wound will still be there after a hot, steamy shower anyways.

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Daybed

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 831

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: I don't know if I'm doing this right 😬 please let me know what you think! I hope you will enjoy this little drabble :)

The title is inspired by FKA Twigs' Daybed. I listened to this song while writing this piece, and the entire time I felt like I was wrapped/protected in a secured, translucent film with the gradually ascension and descension in the instruments and lyrics.

As always, any likes, comments, reblogs, feedbacks and ask submissions are super duper appreciated :)

Prompt requested by: Anon <3

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Life with Matt was a different kind of peace. You shared a vow, a home and a love that ran so deep; you could feel your heart twist in its cage. And you welcomed that beautiful ache every day.

You had gotten into the habit of setting your alarm half an hour earlier than the actual time you needed to get up, so you two would have more cuddle time, trading kisses and body heat. You would never get tired of the way his hand trailed down your spine in a delicate pattern, of the way he looked when he first woke up in the morning — the sleep still lingered around his eyes, his hair stuck out in random places. You loved running your hands through it, trying to tame the soft strands or to mess it up even more.

On the days when Matt got up first, he would bring you a cup of tea, often accompanied with fond kisses on your cheeks, lips, along your shoulders, neck, any patch of bare skin he could find. He liked to nudge his nose along your throat, feeling the steady pulse. It acted as a reminder for him that you were here, alive and with him.

Some nights, after Matt got back from patrol, he would find you sleeping on the couch. You waited for him in case he had any wound that needed to be taken care of. He would pick you up gently, tried his best not to rouse you from your slumber. The movement woke you anyway as you blinked sleepily at your husband. You braced a hand on his shoulder, pulling yourself up to plant a languid kiss on his cheek.

“Do you need to be patched up?”

“No, I’m fine, sweetheart. Go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you.”

He tugged you into bed, then settled in with you after taking his suit off and making himself more comfortable. With his arms winded around your frame, he soaked in your warmth, your scent, seeking out the peace that he desperately needed. You knew how to touch him, to comfort him as you trailed your fingers down his back, your nails scratching his scarred skin gentle enough to draw happy sighs from him.

Weekends would be the days when you love to take your time, drawing out your quality time with your husband. Then, when you slowly awoke from your sleep, Matt would wind himself closer to you, peppering you with lazy kisses, luring you into sleep again with the easy and familiar flow of your rituals.

Matt would always have a photo of you in his wallet, keeping closed next to the bills you helped him folded. He loved having a piece of you close to him, even if the chosen object was something he could not see.

When you get nervous, and Matt picked up on the rapid spike of your heart rate, no matter the time and place, he would put a stop to anything and everything he was doing to make sure you were alright. He would hold you in his embrace, smoothing a hand over your hair, rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back as he whispered in your ears:

“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart. Everything will be fine.”

You would often read to him, with his head on your lap, your hand absently caressed him. He listened intently to your voice; a soft smile full of admiration would grace his lips. You would discuss the books that you have accumulated and read over the years.

You often found yourself cuddling with Matt on the rooftop of your place, with soft blankets for cold nights, listening to the voice of New York, loud and never-ending. You would pull the other in for a kiss from time to time, as you basked in each other’s presence, in the golden tranquillity that you treasured, under the inky night sky adorned with stars, few and far between.

Matt would play with your wedding band, feeling the smooth metal, warmed by your body heat. It was a reminder for Matt how lucky he was to be married to you, how lucky you were to find and to have each other, despite all the obstacles life threw at you. He would bring your hand to his lips, kissing your ring with nothing but adoration. He would then move to kiss your knuckles, your fingers, inviting you to touch him. Matt loved it when you caressed his face; your fingers ghosted over his features. You would bring him closer and seal your lips over his. The little moments that Matt loved with the entirety of his heart, for your little actions spoke thousands of words, showing him your love for him by the thrum of your heart that he knew so well, by the way your body reacted to him, to his touches, to his presence.

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Ski Trip - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 18,427

Summary: Stiles wants to make his senior year ski trip count - memorable. He wanted to confess his crush on his long time friend. Yet, things take a turn when she starts to see Stiles in a new light, her own long time crush coming to the surface.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Protected Sex, Oral (fingering, hand job, blow job), Shower Sex, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms, Public Fingering

Notes: SURPRISE. I LIVE. 

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Chris Evans Master List

Updated: April 26, 2021

(*) Contains Smut or other warnings.

(WIP) Work in Progress.

(Fluff) Contains Fluff, no warnings unless specified.

Lazy Sunday Afternoon * You get fingered by Chris.

A Teal Crushed Velvet Ride * You love Chris’ Teal pants. He notices and decides to indulge you.

Control * Chris wants control.

Retaliation: The Beginning (FLUFF) You love to playfully smack Chris’ Pecs. He finally gets even.

Retaliation: The Aftermath * Follow up to Retaliation: The Beginning. Chris gets his sweet revenge.

Oral Fixation * Chris has a habit of touching his mouth and it makes you try something new with him.  

Sleepy Afternoon (FLUFF) A lazy afternoon in the Evans Household.

Bedtime (FLUFF) It’s your first night sleeping at Chris’s house.

Chris & your Cat  (FLUFF) Your Cat snuggles Chris.

Various times Chris grabs your waist Headcanons (FLUFF)

Family Portrait (FLUFF) The first Family Portrait with your baby Daughter. 

Hold on Tight * You help Chris with Pull Ups.

A Quiet Morning (FLUFF) You, Chris and your baby girl all snuggle together.

Nimble Digits * Chris fingers you. That’s the fic.

Don’t Look Away * Chris fucks you against a mirror.

Slurring Emotions * You and Chris make out on the side of his house during a party.

Stuck Between a Rock and a Hard D*** *   After a Welcome Home party, you get stuck in a uncompromising position and Chris can’t seem to help himself.

Sleepy Head Chris falls asleep on you.

A Little Birthday Surprise (FLUFF) You and Chris surprise your families with a big announcement.

Various times Chris touches your Pregnant Belly (FLUFF)

Tethered *  After 2 months apart, Chris is finally home and he’s wearing that belt.

Under His Thumb *  Chris uses a Fuck Machine on you.

Proviso *  Andy is willing to take the case but only on one condition. He gets to spend the night with Chris’s girl… you.

Fratboy!Chris Evans with a cock piercing *

Shotgunning with Chris Evans *

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In Which She’s Sleeping Beauty

Summary: The Avengers come home to find you sleeping on the couch. However, they have a little debate as to who’s carrying you to your bedroom. An argument full of pointless dramatics ensues. After all, it’s the Avengers. What could go wrong?

Warnings: Avengers x Fem!Reader, Fluff, A Surprise.

Note: I hope you all enjoy this! I also would like to apologize that I haven’t really completed any of the requests. I am working on them. My excuse is that I was hired as a ghostwriter and I’ve just been putting all of my efforts into that right now. Thank you all for putting up with me.

The ambient noise of the television show Y/N had been watching was left playing in the background. It was soon blurred by the cacophony of voices. More specifically, the voices, both soft and loud, of the Avengers.

The three-day mission did nothing to dissipate the adrenaline in their veins. From the Quinjet and all the way to the compound, they’ve been bickering about silly things.

Their discussion about putting magnets on Bucky’s metal arm came to a halt as they spotted a blanketed figure on the couch. Natasha was the first to notice that the person asleep was Y/N.

“Guys, shut up.” The Black Widow hissed to her colleagues. Unfortunately, Tony and Steve returned to debating about the proper management of the team. Natasha only sighed and gritted her teeth. “I swear to God, if you don’t zip your mouth, I’ll remove your tongue.”

That got everyone to stay silent, especially Tony. Mumbles of apologies bounced from one person to another. They froze as movement came from their sleeping ray of sunshine.

Natasha’s eyes darted between Y/N and the standing Avengers. “If you wake her up, I’ll strangle you.”

That earned a sarcastic laugh from Tony. He raised his arms in surrender. “This is ridiculous, I’ll have one of my suits carry her to her room. No need for the violence, Natasha.”

“Don’t use your suit, Stark.” Steve nudged Tony with his shoulder, bumping harder than intending to. “It might drop her. Or worse, wake her up.”

Wanda pushed past the prideful men, a proud grin forming on her face. “I’ll be the one to carry her upstairs. It’s so easy.”

This time was Pietro who intervened. He sped to Wanda’s side, sending her a harsh glare. “You’re careless. Your powers might backfire and end up dropping her down the stairs.”

“Then it’s settled,” Sam appeared, puffing his chest out like a determined caveman. “I’ll fly Y/N upstairs.”

“No!” Bucky immediately shoved Sam out of the way. A series of death glares came by his way but Bucky paid no attention to them as he continued. “Who in their right mind would trust someone with metal wings?”

Sam scoffed, poking his finger at the Winter Soldier’s chest, a very buff chest at that. “Who in their right mind would trust someone with a metal arm?”

Bucky winced slightly, whispering, “Touché”

“Might I suggest—” Loki suddenly appeared in front of all the debating men and women. He had only got two seconds of the sentence when he was interrupted by everyone.

“No!”

“I am… offended.” Loki shrugged, sighing exasperatedly before vanishing completely.

“I think it’s best if I do this. I have more brains than all of you combined.” Tony sighed, stretching exaggeratedly.

“Smart is going to wake her up. She needs gentle.” Wanda pointed out.

“No offense, sister,” Pietro whizzed about. “But you’re not exactly gentle.”

Wanda’s mouth hung agape. She was more than offended. Powers at her ready, she glared at her brother. “I should bury you twenty feet in the ground.”

Pietro laughed as he shrugged casually — not before whizzing to Natasha’s side, he wasn’t a fool. “That’s not gentle.”

“This is childish, I’ll do it.” Steve interjected. He parted the crowd. But before he could reach you, all hell broke loose.

“No, don’t. Your weirdly shaped muscles will wake her up,” Tony exclaimed. He yelped a second after when Natasha pinched him for being so loud.

“You’re all being idiots. Let me do it. As the only royal here, I am the most perfect candidate for this.” Thor stood proudly, grinning like a madman.

“You have weirdly shaped muscles too.” Sam shrugged.

“Just let me do it!”

“No, you’ll hulk out. Let me do it. I’m more handsome than y’all.”

“You can’t be trusted, Wilson. I’ll do it. I’m a soldier, damn it.”

“Oh, please. Your eyeliner will wake her up the moment you touch her. I’ll do it, at least she’ll recognize a woman’s touch.”

“A woman’s touch, eh? This is news.”

“This has gone far too long.”

The Avengers all turn to the owner of the new voice. They were all surprised to see Stephen Strange casually lounging on the kitchen counter, posing like a French woman. He sat up straight, and before anyone could resist he moves his arms whimsically and before anyone knew, you disappeared.

“You’re welcome.”

Strange bowed down comically. His goofy smirk was still plastered on his face despite the glares of everyone in the room.

“She’s not in her room! Where is she, Strange?” Pietro was back and forth from the rooms to the lounge in a blink of an eye. He was livid.

“What do you mean she’s not there?” Natasha raised an eyebrow. If anything was going to get her angry, it was this.

“I mean, her room is completely empty. I even searched the whole compound and maybe stole Stark’s credit cards but she’s not there.”

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Stephen waved everyone a goodbye. “See you when someone tries to destroy the earth. Bye!”

“Hey, wake up.”

Your eyes fluttered open to their own accord. A headache was beginning to form, and your muscles were weirdly sore. You panicked to see that the people in front of you were complete strangers.

“Who are you? Where’s Bucky?” You asked, scurrying away from the weirdly looking bunch.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” A man replied. He was dressed in a red tight suit with a lightning flashed on it.

“I’m really freaking out here so could you please just tell me your names?” You pushed once more. You couldn’t believe that one minute you were enjoying binging on television shows and now you were with strangers.

“I’m Diana,” The woman replied. She was wearing some sort of armor. She did have nice black hair, plus she was really pretty.

“I’m Arthur, God of Fishes.” A bulkier man replied. He was large. Buffer than Steve, you dared to say.

“I’m Bruce. This is Victor, he doesn’t like talking much.” Another guy said. He had the deepest voice you ever heard.

“And where am I?” You asked as the world started to spin.

“Welcome to the Bat Cave.”

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—𝓸𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽 ;

_____ is the newest – and youngest – addition to the Avengers team. Rich, important parents, incredibly smart. Trained in gymnastics, martial arts, acrobatics and more. Got a face that she knows will get her anything she wants; the long lashes, the doe eyes and lips that she just has to pout to get her way. She’s a brat – and everyone knows that Steve thinks so because he’s constantly reprimanding her as if she’s the toddler she throws tantrums like.

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♕ = smut 

part 1: brat

part 2: and again

part 3: hot girl summer ♕ 

part 4: dreams do come true (in new orleans)

part 5: a degree of fancy

part 6: thicker than water

part 7: silver lining

part 8: night changes  ♕

DRABBLES

lesson 1 ♕

pass the salt

eat the rich ♕

midnight snack ♕

bubblegum b**** ♕

sober thoughts

the witching hour ♕

the boss

the relapse

the stealth suit 

sex pollen ♕

reverse sex pollen ♕

period pains

honorary stark

“Would you go back?”

an attempt was made

one of his french girls

“let’s get married.”

the one about the piercing

the one about the dollar-bill knife

the dress

joining forces with scott lang

pre-serum steve

“please talk to me.”

meet the exes

pushing your luck

accidental mind-reading

the one where steve shaves his beard

recklessness

not taking no for an answer

midnight ride

spotify playlist

headcanons/ asks/ photosets/ miscellaneous

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Game Night

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Word Count: 2.2k T/W: fluff A/N: Part 2 of Bingo — a few months later

I am SO SORRY this took me way longer to post than it should have!

Bucky Tag List: @anreeixcobra ❤︎ @tsnelf7 ❤︎ @fandom-princess-forevermore​

It was Friday night, which meant one thing: Game Night. Ever since Yori introduced you at Bingo, you made it a tradition in your relationship to play board games on Fridays. For the most part you kept it to fairly modern games, but tonight was going to be a surprise.

Tonight it was your place, 8 o’clock. Bucky showed up with a six pack of root-beer in glass bottles. You added a few to the fridge as he found his usual seat at your apartment table. He waited for you to round the small apartment’s bar and join him. Sliding the glass bottles across the table to Bucky, you smiled, biting in your bottom lip, as he slid your bottle back, now without its top.

Easily he popped the top off his own bottle with his left hand; it was as he was about to take a sip that he caught sight of your look, “what?” he furrowed his eyebrows, questionably. 

“So… tonight,” you tried not to giggle.

“What?” Bucky asked again, this time finding himself following your smile despite his will not to.

“Tonight is going to be special,” you clasped your hands together, “because I found some stuff that’s as old as you.”

“Wow, thanks,” Bucky said sarcastically, taking a sip, shaking his head, blinking softly as he saw you rush to convince him it would be fun. Sighing deeply, he gave in, “alright, what is it?”

“I’ll be right back,” you twirled on your heel and left the room.

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omg omg i love the way you write for bucky. it honestly makes my day! but imagine him with a badass mercenary wife?? like when sam meets her she’s all smiles and nice but then the guys see her in a fight and sam is terrified?? meanwhile bucky’s just all heart eyes???

turned this into a lil headcanon because this idea is absolute gold. your mind >>>

warnings; fluff, weapons, sam screaming into the void, bucky being so in love, just marriage things.

• Bucky didn’t tell Sam he got married. It was more of a private thing, just him and his best girl at the courthouse.

• When Sam did find out, his jaw dropped to the floor. He always thought Bucky would stay a bachelor, but the universe had proved him wrong.

• “How’s Mrs. Barnes?” Sam joked on the phone while he and Bucky prepared for an upcoming mission in Europe.

• “I was actually thinking she could come with us,” Bucky said it like it was a normal ask. Maybe he just liked having her around.

• Sam just agreed. He wasn’t about to put up a fight with the steely-eyed staring machine.

• Bucky’s wife was wonderful. She’s all smiles and sweetness, so much that even Bucky can’t help but grin. He loves his wife more than anything in the world.

• “She’s nice,” Sam nudges Bucky’s shoulder as they head out to the building where hostages were being held. “Where’d you find her?”

• “Therapy,” Bucky watches his wife take a holster and gun out of her bag.

• Sam really wasn’t expecting this. He thought she was just coming along to keep company, but it seemed that she was now part of the team.

• “Badass, I like it,” Sam muses as she skillfully flips a knife between her fingers.

• The fight was more difficult than they had anticipated, the hostiles being extremely aggressive. Sam and Bucky were able to get the hostages to safety, while Bucky’s wife made her way through the bad guys.

• Sam looks in his rear view, catching a glimpse of her in the heat of it all, kicking ass. “Your girl is insane!” He yells to Bucky.

• “Yeah, I know!” Bucky has blush all over his cheeks, and it’s probably not from running. “You should come over for dinner sometime!”

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bucky barnes being mean and moody to everyone apart from his gf who he has a soft spot for 🥰🥰

a/n: i absolutely LOVE this trope! like so much:):) so i hope a little headcanon is okay! enjoy xoxo

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bucky is a simp

that man will do anything for you

you’re like a ray of sunshine

he is literally the epitome of brooding

but deep down he’s just a big softie

bucky is always looming over you and intimidating anyone who gets too close

when you go to your room to be alone and like paint, draw, write, read, sleep, or whatever bucky is standing outside your door

he’s glaring at everyone who passes by and is like, “disturb her and i’ll kill you”

he could literally be so mad and look like he wants to murder someone, but as soon as he sees you he goes “hiiiii babyyyyy”

he’s constantly glaring all the time

so you have to smooth out his frown lines

like seriously, there’s only a few people in the world who have seen bucky smile

sometimes sam is convinced that he’s a robot

everyone is always telling you things like “yo bucky is scary as hell”

and you’re like “bucky has never done anything wrong in his life ever he’s an angel and a baby”

omg bucky secretly loves doing face masks!!!!

he’s giggling the whole time

but then he comes out of the bathroom with a green face mask and a bright pink fluffy headband with bunny ears holding his hair back

and everyone is holding in their laughs at bucky and he’s just like >:( “laugh. i dare you”

if anyone is mean to you, bucky goes feral

sometimes you fall asleep on him like on the couch or something and then the rest of the team comes by to make fun of bucky

cuz who knew bucky was such a cuddle bug???

and he’s like *whispers menacingly, looking them dead in the eye* “i will kill you and no one will find the body”

later, y’all are in bed and you’re like “killing is a no-no, bucky”

“..... fine”

but behind closed doors bucky is all cuddly and kisses you all over

when he gets angry, you just squish his cheeks together and make kissy noises and he starts laughing

cute nicknames make him melt

he coddles the shit outta you and is always giving you gifts and food and attention

he hates seeing you cry and when you get upset he’s like “oh no, baby, what’s wrong?? are you okay? are you hurt? did someone hurt you? who do i have to kill? why are you crying?”

so basically, bucky is not afraid to cut a bitch in the name of love

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Bingo

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2.0k T/W: pure, stupid, fluff  A/N: you meet Bucky at a Bingo night ft. Yori ❤︎

it’s a little dorky, but I thought it was cute!

Setting the tables with the rectangle cards, you smiled, straightening them out. Despite what your friends thought, you actually enjoyed volunteering with the local senior Bingo games on the weekends when you could. Feeling like they were often better company and far more entertaining than going to a club. It wasn’t a very big meeting hall, but that’s what made it feel so cozy to you. Hugging yourself when you finished the tables, you stroked the outside of your arms, feeling the softness of the cardigan you wore over your tank top. Sighing happily, you made your way to the announcing host, passing a few comments, as you waited for people to find their way in.

“Hey! Hey, look!” You heard a familiar voice; turning you found Yori and his usual group making their way to their table, with one exception. Smiling you made your way to him, arms still crossed, “no, I want you to meet her,” you heard him say to his friend, making you smile.

“Hey, Yori,” you said, coming to hug him, “brought more friends?”

“I- I’m Bucky,” he reached his hand to shake yours, to which you responded, taking his hand in yours.

“Barnes,” Yori added, reaching to slap a name tag on Bucky’s chest.

Bucky took a deep breath, keeping his patience, as he looked down to the tag where Yori had written ‘single’ in parentheses, “yep…that’s me.” 

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