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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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Congratulations on 2K!!! It’s an astounding achievement and you absolutely deserve it! Your writing is next level, literally every single one is a hit, and I’m consistently surprised and delighted and your ideas, your creativity, and how well you write Matt! Your writing is basically canon to me, it feels like I’m just getting extra exclusive content 💖💖💖

To celebrate with Matty, may I request the prompt: being proposed to and saying no at first because they don’t think they’re worthy, but their lover convinces them that they are, and they say yes…. Dealers choice on who’s doing the proposing and who’s running away!

Babes🥰💜😭 you're so so sweet, and I love you so so much!!! I have gone through three versions of this because I couldn't decide who should do the proposing and who should the the proposed to, and this was just so incredibly fun to write!! I also came up with a word the internet says "isn't real", so that was fun, haha. I hope you enjoy💜💜💜💜

Loving You is Easy (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Matt knew it was love early into your relationship.

It had been a Thursday night. Matt had asked you to stay over at his place, not wanting you to go back to your apartment late after a quaint little dinner date that he cooked. You had stayed the night before, but Matt had always stayed with you, either too worn from your activities or wanting to just have a quiet night in, absorbed by the softness of your skin and the shampoo that lingered in your hair. You knew about his little secret, and you had taken it in stride, never once faltering and always ready to help patch him up if he swung by your place after a night out, letting him talk and cry when he needed to, never pushing him and giving him space when he needed it. You always insisted on waiting up for him. Yes, he didn’t like that you lost out on sleep for him, but he loved how deeply you cared and wanted to help. That night, though, you weren’t sitting up with a book or your crochet hook or a streaming service on your laptop. Rather, you were laying down, curled up in the silk sheets and one of his Columbia t-shirts, your breath rising and falling at a slow, even pace.

You fell asleep waiting for him.

A silent chuckle escaped out of his nose and the Devil gave an angelic smile. He moved around his apartment carefully to not wake you, but he heard you stir in the sheets despite his efforts.

“Matt?” you asked groggily as you pull yourself from sleep. “That you? D’you need help?”

“I’m okay, angel,” he assured you as he moved to take off his suit. “Just go back to sleep.”

You hummed out a sleepily defiant “nuh uh” and sat up in the bed, letting the sheets fall down to your lap as you rubbed your eyes. “You sure?”

“It was a quiet night in the Kitchen,” he reassured you, moving to press a kiss in your hair. “Not even a tiny cut that needs stitching.”

“Anything need to be kissed better?” you joked, happily humming at his touch.

“Well, I’d never say no to your lips on me.”

“Then get out of that thing and come here.”

He agreed with a smile, moving out to the living room to put the Devil suit in its trunk. When he returned, you were lying down again in bed.

“Sorry your side is warm,” you said as he crawled into the sheets next to you, pressing a loud kiss to his neck that pulled a chuckle from his throat. “Your pillow felt so nice, and it smells like you.”

A sweet smile pulled the corners of Matt’s lips up as he wrapped his arms around you.

Yeah, he loved you.

“It’s okay, angel. It’s perfect.”

You were the first one to say I love you, though. You weren’t even together face to face when you said it—it had just slipped out when you were leaving Matt a message.

“Hey, hon,” the voice message started. “I, uh . . . Um.” There was a nervous, completely bubbly laugh that provided a break in your words. “I don’t know what I wanted to say. I guess I just want you to know I’m thinking about you, and I miss you.” He heard you take a breath, muttering This is such a silly message away from the speaker. “Bye, Matty. I love you.”

His heart nearly flung out of his chest when he heard your voice form those three words. He immediately saved it to his phone, listening to it over and over. It’s his favorite thing to listen to because not only could he listen to your voice for anything and everything, but because he could hear the love and deep affection that added such a wonderful warmth to your words; it reminded him of his favorite Columbia sweatshirt—an article of his clothes that has become your favorite, too.

But the moment that he knew he wanted to marry you came when you both were working from home one day; neither of you had really seen each other in weeks other than in passing or for brief moments in the morning as you bolted out of the apartment. Unfortunately, your schedules didn’t allow for you to take a day off, but this was the next best thing—neither one of you having to worry about rushing to work or where the mate to that other shoe was. You had given Matt the couch and coffee table to spread his files out on while you sat curled up in one of the chairs, Matt having placed the plaid blanket around your shoulders to protect you from the draft coming from the large windows. Deep in his work, he heard you get up and shuffle over to him, draping the blanket around his back and shoulders, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head before you walked to the bedroom, throwing on an extra layer and going to closet to grab a thinner, scratchier spare for yourself before you resumed your work. As soon as he felt the familiar fabric wrap around his body that engulfed him with the pure scent of you in the gesture of your love, he knew that he wanted to be yours forever. The very next day, he asks Foggy to run an errand with him.

“Is it shiny?” Matt asks after running his fingers over the ring.

“Very,” Foggy says. “And way out of your price range. You’ve got expensive taste, my friend.”

Matt sighs, handing it back to the jeweler.

“She deserves something so perfect, and I can’t give it to her,” Matt breathes, his voice small and defeated as he hangs his head slightly.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Foggy counters. “Not that’s she deserves something fantastic. The part that you can’t give it to her.”

“Fog—.”

“Matt, you know (Y/N) better than you know yourself, and the same is true for the other way around. You two give everything of yourselves to each other, and you always push to give more. You are meant for one another; you’re just excited and nervous and anxious because you want this to be right. I’m pretty sure you could give her twine and a Ring Pop and she’d say yes.” Foggy claps a hand over Matt’s shoulder in a reassuring manner. “Just take a deep breath and think. What does she like? What does some of her jewelry feel like?”

Matt takes a moment to recall the feeling of the precious metal that he has encountered with his fingers and his lips that grace your body with loving reverence time and time again. He thinks back to this morning, the feeling of your hand sliding down his cheek and neck as you have him a kiss before you left for work.

“More on the dainty side,” he says. “Thin, small.”

The jeweler jingles his keyring. “We have some more understated rings over here, sir . . .”

After going through some of the more delicate rings, Matt is about to give up when he feels one more. The little jewels on it are scattered across the top of the ring like a constellation or a cluster, the band only a little thicker than the circumference of the smallest stone.

“This is it,” Matt says, a smile pulling at his lips as tears well in his eyes. Then, like a sign from above, he hears your voice ring in his mind with something you said late one night after one too many rounds at Josie’s when you two had been in the flirty stage of your relationship—definitely interested in one another, but not quite a couple yet. I’m telling you, Matt, the red glasses works: passionate, intense, and caring—three things that you definitely are. “Are all of these stones diamonds?”

“It’s actually a combination of diamonds and rubies,” the jeweler tells him. “There’s nine stones total: four rubies, five diamonds.”

“It’s perfect.”

After a painfully long (although calendricly short) waiting period, he has the sized ring in his pocket. Foggy and Karen tried to convince him to plan something special for the proposal, and he truly wanted to, but he just wants to ask you. For him, the sooner that he can slide that ring on you, the better. He just can’t wait.

He loves you so much.

“Okay, what sounds good for you?” you ask, coming back to the living room as you flip through a bunch of takeout menus. “I know we usually do Thai, but I’m thinking maybe—.” You gasp as you look over at Matt, down on one knee on the old hardwood.

“(Y/N),” he starts his question, his heart feeling like it’s going to burst from his chest. “Will you marry me?”

Matt listens to the way that your heart races over the soft rustle of paper menus falling to the floor. He would call its pace joy and excitement if it didn’t sound like it was on the verge of cardiac arrest, or the amount of hot tears that were falling from your eyes as your entire body trembles.

“No,” you breathe through your tears, your words sounding broken and small under the soft back and forth shaking of your head.

Matt’s heart drops straight down to the pit of his stomach and down the the floor. He doesn’t move for a moment, not expecting this sudden detour. Before he can close the box and think on the fly, he hears a faint choked sob leave your lips and your hand cover your mouth, whispering a sob of, “Why me?”

Sliding the little velvet box in his pants pocket, he stands to wrap your shaking form in his arms.

“Angel—.”

“This can’t be happening,” you rush out, a million thoughts running through your mind.

“Hey,” he hushes gently. "Deep breaths."

“Matt,” you start, your breathing shaky as you try to find the words to articulate what you’re feeling. “I love you. I do. I love you so much. But this—this can’t, I can’t —I-I’m not worthy of you.”

His heart shatters into a million pieces, only making him hold onto you tighter. “How could you possibly think that?”

“I . . .” you trail. “You are so amazing and generous and loving and intelligent and I could go on and on, and I’m just me. I’ve asked myself before why you’re with me, and I haven’t come up with an answer. I just know that I love you. We’re not even on the same caliber. I mean, I just rejected your proposal, and you’re hugging me.”

Matt leans back, wiping the tears away from your eyes with his thumbs.

“You’re right, angel, we’re not on the same caliber. But you’re the one out of my league. I’ve never met anyone more patient and loving and accepting. You make everything in my life better—even the things I’m not thrilled about—just by being in it. You’re a constant in my life. I don’t get to say that about many people. And I don’t even want to think about my life without you in it.” He rests his forehead on yours, his hands gently caressing your skin. “You put up with all my shit, and you don’t get mad, even when you really fucking should.” He chuckles lightly when he thinks of the moment he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. “You give me the soft blanket because it doesn’t feel scratchy against my skin.” He runs his fingers through your hair, melting into the soft, silky feeling. “If anything, I’m not worthy of you. I just pray that you won’t get tired of me.”

“I don’t think that’s possible in any reality,” you whisper, holding him close for a hug. “I love you, Matt. I love you so much.”

Matt brings a sweet kiss to your lips, his hands holding onto the side of your face in the way that he knows makes your heart flutter. When Matt’s lips part from yours, he sinks back down to his knees again, his warm hand holding yours.

“Can I try again?” he asks with raised eyebrows and a throat full of emotion.

“Yeah,” you sniffle, rubbing your thumbs along his skin.

He says your full name, taking a deep breath as he smiles big. “You are my entire world. When I’m at my lowest, you’re right there for me, and you never lose faith. So, if you would let me, it would be my greatest honor to make you feel so incredibly loved for the rest of your life. So, (Y/N), will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you smile brightly as he stands upright, kissing you so deeply that he dips you. Between each kiss, he mutters “I love you”, the way his stubble moves tickling your skin in just the right way you giggle. He only breaks away when a high-pitched moan escapes your lips, something having poked your thigh.

“Sorry,” he laughs lightly, his hand moving down to grab the ring box once more, a dashing smile on his lips. “May I?”

“You may.”

The ring slides on easily. Once it’s on, he brushes his thumb against how it feels against your skin, bringing it up to his lips for a kiss before you side your arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly and never wanting to let go.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Plum Memories- 1k Bucky x Dot, Steve x Melanie. Fluff. Flashback memory about why Bucky likes plums.

He Got Lucky- 3k approx Bucky x Y/N. Set after Endgame, Bucky realizes how lucky he is to have you. Written for Brooklyn-boy Floriography Writing Challenge. Gentle Smut, NSFW

Movie Night- Short drabble. Just a quickie with you and Bucky watching a movie. Cute, fluffy.

It gets Everywhere!- short, like a paragraph. Bucky and his Kids (goats). Set om Wakanda

Worthwhile- 3k Bucky, Steve x Y/N. Writing Challenge takes place between a fight with Tony and arriving in Wakanda. Y/n getting frustrated with Bucky, some angst.

Bucky Request- Bucky is not going easy on you tonight. NSFW

Bucky Request- You encourage Bucky to let you call him Daddy. Smut.

Bucky/Steve Request- Your sick, and the Brooklyn Boys take care of you. Fluffy.

Bucky/Steve Request- You have implusive controls, and pull your eyelashes and eyebrows, the Brooklyn Boys want to help you.

Saved- written per request for Hella Bi Bitch Anon. You were a prisoner of Hydra and the Avengers save you. All of the Avengers have a hand in your recovery, but when bad dreams hit, its Bucky that you seek out to help you.

Alpha Bucky Suggestion- you escape, and he finds you again.

Sunshine Eternal Night- 1.4k Vampire Bucky Barnes x You. You are Bucky’s light in his eternal darkness. Sexual Themes

Winter Soldier-

Bucky Request- Winter Soldier remembers who he is.

You Were His Mission- 1.7k. Winter Soldier x Y/N. Taken by the Winter Soldier. Warnings- Knife Play and Non-Con, descriptive.

Mob A/U with Steve- (also filed under Chris Evans Characters)

Its All Good Business- 2446 Word Count. Steve x Y/N x Bucky. Kinky, Smut, Drug Use. You are owned by these two Mobsters.

Morning With The Boys- 2.7k. Bucky x Y/N x Steve. Kinky, Oral, Smut, Fingering, Name Calling, Slapping, etc. Bucky brings you home after working at the club. Mob AU

Bucky x You- You're a new addition to the avenger team. You drive Bucky a little crazy, but you two quickly become inseparable.

Below is before Relationship-

Night In- 1k Bucky x Y/N. Just an evening in, prank played. Bucky gets introduced to LoTR and your antics. Fluff

Looking Pretty Fly- after Night In, like a few paragraphs of silliness. Nothing serious. Bucky x Reader

Popping Pez and Mismatched Socks- short. Bucky gets PO’d about you stealing his socks.

4 AM- short. Bucky finds you at his apartment door at 4 AM.

That Be Some Good Buttercream- 1.6k Bucky x Y/N. Steve and Bucky need your help recreating a howling commandos reenactment. Challenge for Official-and-Unstable Satan. No warnings.

Below is in relationship-

Changes- 2.8k Bucky x Y/N. Bucky returns from a mission, makes some changes and surprises You. Fluffy and Sweet. Written for Stars Celebration Challenge.

“It's Just a Few Days”- 3.1k Bucky x Y/N. Bucky only been home a few days and already being sent back out on a mission. You two decide how he will spend his days back when he returns. Smut. Written for the-sad-hatter weird and wonderful writing challenge. Prompts are in bold. Written in the same verse as Changes.

“The Barnes Special”- 1.1k. Bucky x Y/N. Bucky gets a craving, and you follow him as he indulges.

We Should Probably Fix That- 2k. Bucky x Y/N. Bucky and You meet up in the Locker Room. Smut. Nsfw. Written for Kristens 2020 Challenge.

Had To Get Creative- 1.6k. Bucky x Y/N. written for kit kats 250 challenge. You lose balloons for Nats birthday party and have to get creative much to Bucky's expense.

#amber writes #sweater writes #bucky barnes x y/n #ambers fics #bucky barnes #winter soldier

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murswrites · 3 years

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CONGRATS ON 2K!!! Maybe CYM as celebrities/actors?

2K POST MASTERLIST

A/N Thank you so much! Also, this list of mutuals isn’t nearly as many as I do have, I just chose the people I think I may know the best LMAO. This was honestly way harder than I expected it to be

@musicallisto is Keira Knightley

@imaginesbymk is Harry Styles

@sinfulshelbys is Ashnikko

@lotsoffandomimagines is Medalion Rahimi

@peak-a-blinder is Tessa Thompson

@peachyteabuck is Margot Robbie

@smallheathgangsters is Tamino Amir

@genyaakostyk is Anya Taylor-Joy

@irishwhiskeys is Kristen Stewart

@sleepypeaky is Victoria Pedretti

@bohemianpages is Zendaya

@ann-writes-things is Anne Hathaway

@amysteryspot is Cillian Murphy

@myriadimagines is Anya Chalotra

@bonniesgoldengirl is Jack Rowan

#amirah answers #cast your mutuals #2k celebration

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casuallyakward · 4 years

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tagged by @superemoghost, thank youuuuu

Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you would like to get to know better

Questions:

Real name: Celeste o3o

Nickname: never got one, tho my grandparents tried to nickname me “Lesty”

Zodiac: Libra (unless you subscribe to the 13 zodiacs, in which case i’m a virgo, but... no)

Favorite musicians or groups: Mother Mother! honestly i’m a fan of any music that touches of the themes of abuse and mental illness, because i like dark things - the more emotionally painful the better :p

Favorite sports team: don’t got one, i’m not even super into sports anime

Other blogs: I’ve got a side blog for when i hit post limit, and i’m co-owners of a blog for a comic my friend and i are making (tho we haven’t updated it in ages, whoops)

Do I get asks: not really. i bounce between desperately wanting asks for a fleeting moment of human connection, aaaaand acknowledging that i rarely have the spoons for long term communication and being thankful that people don’t try to talk to me. although, with the quarantine i actually have way more spoons than usual so hey, now is the time to hit me up

How many blogs do I follow: 252, i am bad at finding more blogs to follow =3= i usually just follow back blogs that pop up frequently in my notifications

Tumblr crushes: if i recognize your url i consider you a beloved friend, it’s as simple as that <3 rip to the blogs that change urls frequently, i have no idea who you are

Lucky numbers: i don’t subscribe to lucky numbers, but whenever it’s 11:11 i say “make a wish”

What am I wearing: some casual lesbian attire. black tank top, purple shorts that used to be pants, galaxy leggings, and a green and gray plaid button-up with the sleeves rolled up

Dream vacation: i think i’m too much of a homebody for this question... i don’t like going out unless i’m doing something with one or more friends. someplace with activities that don’t require skills? i like amusement parks

Dream car: honestly i dream of one day having a modern car rather than yet another 2nd or 3rd hand car bought for less than 2k. don’t get me wrong, i am thankful for these cheap cars, but uh. they cheap for a reason...

Favorite food: spaghetti and sushi!

Drink of choice: i’m currently on a sprite kick, but i am a big fan of Jones blue bubblegum soda

Instruments: technically i learned how to play the piano in elementary, but i was never super into it so i didn’t keep up with it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Languages: american english, and a little sign language. also i’ve been bingeing anime so my weeb speak is off the charts

Celebrity crushes: i’m big into liam o’brian right now, though kristen stewart is hot af

Random facts: i still sleep with a 3ft nakodile plush my partner made for me about 6 years ago, his name is DJ. I have a magnetic porcelain harlequin head named Geoffrey. I can lick my elbow!

tagging @yanderemeganekko, @el-ectabuzz, @kiranphantomgryphon (no obligation tho!)

#thanks for tagging me #this was fun and i enjoyed the opportunity #my posts

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cupcakeblake · 7 years

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Hey there! For the 2k celebration, I'd love a user aesthetic! My name is Kristen, and I love cats, writing, reading, fall, coffee, nighttime, and traveling. Thanks so much for doing this, it's really great!

I guessed you meant user posters since you gave me your name but if I was wrong just tell me I’ll do an user aesthetic! Your posters are here, hope you like them!

#bellarkekittens #cam celebrates

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katiezstorey93 · 6 years

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DVD and Blu-ray Releases: October 24, 2017

Greetings again, buddies. We’ve got a slightly slimmer list this week in contrast to the past few months. Blood Feast and The Barn may have already dropped to the 10th, however in case you did not see them then, assess for them now.

Speaking of Blood Feast, there are a good amount of classics that this week. Reaching from 1990’s Night Angel all the way back to 1932’s , there is a pretty great potpourri of favorites from yesteryear.

In terms of newer releases, this week provides us the Kinect release of , and the DVD release for . Probably the movie I am most interested in seeing this week would be Dave Made A Maze. It appears distinctive as hell and also you can take a look at our review of this .

Additionally, There Are a couple of throwbacks to 2009 in the Kind of Blu-ray as well as the DVD release of , featuring Billy Zane.

Take a look at the remainder of the list below and we’ll visit another week for the big day. As always, nice seeing.

MOVIES

Aliens: Zone of Silence (2017)

Starring:

Sarah Hester, Peter Gesswein, Jed Maheu, Vince Tula, Marcos Cline-Márquez

Synopsis:

Four months before, Morgan Taylor s brother, Hal, and his best friend went lost from a mysterious subject of the Mexican desert known as Zona del Silencio. After receiving no assistance from police on each side of the boundary, Morgan heads south to uncover the facts about their disappearance, strapped with action cameras loading footage to Hal s Marine Corps squadmate back in the USA. When her automobile suddenly breaks down just outside the zone, Morgan should traverse the desert alone, enduring intense heat in the daytime and ominous coyotes in the night. She finds Hal s campsite and discovers a kit filled with memory cards out of his camera. The recordings show a series of odd sounds, eerie lights in the sky, gravitational anomalies, and an extraterrestrial presence in a nearby mountain range. Convinced aliens were in charge of her brother s disappearance, Morgan must decide whether to flee her life or endeavor to expose the otherworldly beings once and for all.

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Annabelle: Creation (2017)

Starring:

Miranda Otto, Stephanie Sigman, Alicia Vela-Bailey, Anthony LaPaglia

Synopsis:

A few years after the horrible death of the little girl, a dollmaker and his wife educated a nun and lots of girls out of a shuttered orphanage in their home, soon becoming the goal of the dollmaker’s possessed creation, Annabelle.

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The Barn (2016) (Limited Edition)

Starring:

Linnea Quigley, Ari Lehman, Mitchell Musolino, Will Stout, Lexi Dripps

Synopsis:

It’s Halloween 1989, greatest buddies Sam and Josh are trying to enjoy what is left of the final Devil’s Night before graduating high school. But trouble arises when the two pals and a group of friends take a detour on their way to a rock concert, even locating an old abandoned barn and stirring the evil inside. Now it’s up to Sam and Josh to locate a means to safeguard their friends and defeat the creatures that lurk within The Barn.

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Blood Feast (1963) (2-Disc Special Edition)

Starring:

William Kerwin, Mal Arnold, Connie Mason

Synopsis:

The filmography of overdue movie maverick Herschell Gordon Lewis brims with the angry, gruesome, and just completely bizarre. But maybe the most unhinged of all his directorial efforts, and surely the most powerful, should be his original gore-fest Blood Feast the first ever splatter movie. Dorothy Fremont is seeking to throw a celebration unlike any other, and that she gets that when she hires the most decidedly sinister Fuad Ramses to cater the case. Promising to offer her guests with a genuine Egyptian feast, Ramses promptly sets about acquiring the vital elements that the body parts of nubile young ladies! With a plethora of stomach-churning gore gags including the infamous tongue string and a lot more nastiness besides, Herschell Gordon Lewis Blood Feast more than lives up to its title and remains essential viewing for any self-respecting splatter enthusiast.

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The Corpse Grinders (1972)

Starring:

Sean Kenney, Monika Kelly, Sanford Mitchell

Synopsis:

The Lotus Cat Food Company has hit major financial trouble and is now on the brink of closing, until the owners realize that instead of paying for meat, they could use bodies in your local graveyard to fulfill their tins. As their most recent product hits the shelves, it’s revealed to possess an unintended result: every cat that eats it is transformed to a bloodthirsty brute with an unending hunger for human flesh!

Ted V. Mikels’ (The Doll Squad) mythical cult favourite, The Corpse Grinders, is a horror classic, chock full of jaw dropping spins, mind boggling surprises, and a self indulgent sense of comedy which turned into one of Ted’s trademarks. Co-written by Arch Hall Sr. (Eegah) & Joseph Cranston (The Crawling Hand), also colorfully obscured by Mikels himself, this drive-in mainstay is proudly presented for the first time on Kinect out of Vinegar Syndrome, freshly restored in 2k from newly discovered negative elements!

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Dave Made a Maze (2017)

Starring:

Nick Thune

Synopsis:

Dave (Nick Thune, Knocked Up), a frustrated artist who has yet to accomplish anything important in his profession, assembles a fort from cardboard boxes in his living room, only to wind up trapped by the countless pitfalls and creatures of his own creation. Ignoring his warnings, Dave’s girlfriend Annie (Meera Rohit Kumbhani, The Mindy Project) leads a group of oddball explorers (James Urbaniak, Difficult People, Kristen Vangsness, Criminal Minds, and Timothy Nordwind of OK Go) to a rescue mission. Upon entry, they discover themselves in an ever-changing supernatural world, jeopardized with booby traps and pursued by a bloodthirsty Minotaur (John Hennigan, WWE champion John Morrison). Reimagining the classic 80’s adventure movies with a modern comedic advantage, the handmade fantasy world of Dave Made A Maze comes to life with puppetry, stop-motion cartoon, along with on-camera optical illusions.

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Bad at the Time of Heroes (2009)

Starring:

Billy Zane

Synopsis:

In Greek with English subtitles. Slick, wacky, and chomping at the little gobs of all human-on-zombie-violence, Evil At The Time Of Heroes is a Grecian take on Shaun Of The Dead spanned by 28 Days Later. Millennia ago in ancient Greece, blood-thirsty zombies begin wreaking havoc on humans, and only a mysterious cloaked hero (Billy Zane) and his otherworldly weapons may spare them. Flash forward to today when Athens is once again plagued with the undead, and a ragtag group of human survivors is on the run. Among these are a cab driver who seems to be immortal, a set of hot-blooded soldiers with some significant chemistry, and a doctor who will t stand to receive his shoes dirty while stomping zombie heads. The elusive hero is back — but zombies are only half the problem. With less than a day before Greece is supposed to include the zombie virus, it’s becomes a race against the time for the rest humans. A highly cinematic bloodbath that s equally as clever as it is gory, Evil At The Time Of Heroes has it all: lighting-fast action, realistically terrifying zombies, and a healthy dose of pleasure.

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Night Angel (aka Deliver Us from Evil) (1990) (Special Edition)

Starring:

Isa Jank, Linden Ashby, Debra Feuer, Doug Jones, Karen Black

Synopsis:

A terrifying centuries-old evil has awakened in the kind of the wicked, voluptuous Lilith (Isa Anderson, Real Men). Lilith uses her beauty and her insatiable lust because of powerful lifeforce that spreads death and destruction to those who dare to cling to her excitement. Posing as a cover girl for a style magazine, Lilith becomes the thing of mad desire for those brave her gaze. Only true love could withstand her awesome powers and only 1 man (Linden Ashby, Mortal Kombat) is powerful enough to test them in a frightening test of death and will tango with Night Angel, the mistress of hell. ” The supporting cast includes Debra Feuer (To Live and Die in L.A.), Helen Martin (TV s 227), Doug Jones (Pan s Labyrinth) and Karen Black (Burnt Offerings). Night Angel was directed Dominique Othenin-Girard (Halloween 5, Omen IV: The Awakening) with a screenplay by Joe Augustyn (Night of the Demons, Night of the Demons 2) and Walter Josten (Pucker Up and Bark Like a Dog).

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Night School (1981)

Starring:

Leonard Mann, Rachel Ward, Drew Snyder, Joseph R. Sicari, Nicholas Cairis

Synopsis:

They operate by day, have a full schedule of classes all night and somehow find time for research and a occasional date. Girls in the day program at Boston’s distinguished Wendell College do a great deal to get ahead in life. But there is somebody who will go to even greater lengths. Someone who’ll do anything to find a head. An killer whose m.o. is that the ritualistic decapitation of victims which makes terror a required course at Night School, directed by Kenneth Hughes (Casino Royale 1967) and starring Rachel Ward (The Thorn Birds; After Dark, My Sweet) in her screen debut. Leonard Mann plays the homicide lieutenant assigned to the puzzling case. He’s got hunches, not hints. Suspects, not evidence. Along with a rising body count. Finals are coming early this season at Wendell. And for those who don’t make the quality, heads will roll.

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The Old Dark House (1932)

Starring:

Boris Karloff, Melvyn Douglas, Charles Laughton

Synopsis:

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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Hcs of Matt Murdock x introverted!fem!reader?? Can be SFW or NSFW??

Nonny, this request is right up my alley. Thank you for the ask!!!💜 This totally isn’t self-serving and pulled on from my own personality, what are you talking about, don't look at me like that

Fluffy and smutty headcanon | Matt Murdock x Introverted!Fem Reader

When you first met Matt, you didn’t say much, but wow you thought he was handsome.

Of course Matt was smiling and smirking that cocky grin as he mixed and mingled, but it wasn’t because of the lively conversation.

No no.

He could tell you were sneaking glances at him. Your heartbeat caught his ear’s attention, and that made him focus in on the way your blood rushed to your face.

He excused himself from the group he was with and made his way over to you.

“Hi,” he said with a smirk. “I’m Matt.”

You introduced yourself with a smile, putting your people-socializing face on. “You’re Foggy’s friend, right?”

Conversation flowed easily, but as it went on, he could tell you were growing tired, despite how fast your heart was racing.

When you got home and plopped down on your bed wiped from the interactions, you let you mind drift to the handsome blind man that made your heart race.

By no means had you expected to see him again, and you sure as hell weren’t expecting him to be single.

Your first date with him had been completely accidental, but you had talked for hours on end, and you hadn’t felt drained. If anything, you wanted it to keep going.

When Matt asked to see you again sometime, you wanted to say yes, but then panicked.

You knew how you were. You’re fine until you’re aware you like someone. Then you get weird.

“You okay?” he asked with a gentle hand in your arm.

“Y-Yeah,” you stuttered.

Matt had been so worried he scared you off by something he said or did, he didn’t think before he spoke next.

“Listen,” he started. “I really like you. That doesn’t happen a lot for me. If I made things weird, I’m sorry.”

“Oh my God, no, that’s not—wait, what?”

The man blushed. He fucking blushed like a kid with a crush.

He cleared his throat. “You’re easy to talk to. You listen, and you really think about the things we talk about. And I like the sound of your voice.”

After nervous chuckles both bubbled from your chests, things were a lot easier after that. He knew exactly what to say to get you out of your shell and let you shine so incredibly brightly.

While neither of you are opposed to a nice night out, you both enjoyed spending nights in together. Turns out, for all of the charm that is Matthew Murdock, he can be just as big of an introvert as you.

Matt especially loves it when you two cook together. He can always tell what you’re going to do because of his heightened senses, but the way that you respond to him lets him know how comfortable you are together.

One night, he had asked you what book you were reading. He’d never read it himself, and after he told you that, you offered to start from the beginning—even though you were halfway through.

He’s pretty sure that’s the moment that he knew he was in love with you.

And, God above, did he love the sound of your voice. That was the first thing he wanted to hear in the morning, the last thing we wanted to hear at night, again and again for the rest of his life.

When you found out he was Daredevil, your reaction threw Matt—the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, the Man Without Fear—for a loop.

You used his spare key to drop off a surprise for him at the same time he was descending the roof access steps in his Devil suit—helmet in hands

Matt was mortified, especially since he didn’t hear you.

“Huh.”

“Huh”? That’s all you have to say?

“I can explain,” he panted.

“You don’t have to. I mean, it’d be nice, but you don’t have to now.”

Without another word, he heard you pad over to the kitchen and grab a glass, filling it with water before you met him at the base of the stairs.

“D’you need anything else?”

He explained everything as you sat on his couch, applying some bandages to wounds softly oozing blood and carefully balancing an ice pack on his shoulder. And you just listened, letting him get it all out.

“It’s a lot,” you said after a heavy pause. “It explains things, though.”

“How?”

You carefully licked your lips, taking a careful breath to figure out how to articulate your thoughts.

“Well . . . You know things that you shouldn’t. You know things that seeing people wouldn’t. And then there’s all the bruises and cuts and sore muscles. No person is that clumsy—for all that you know and act how you do and then just to write it off as ‘Whoops, I’m just a klutz’? This makes perfect sense.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad isn’t the right word. I’m upset that you felt that you couldn’t tell me, but I fully understand why you didn’t. I just hope that now you feel comfortable enough to come to me so I can help you for whatever you need.”

Man, if conversation came easily before, it flowed like a stream now, and you were so incredibly in sync.

And this openness didn’t just effect your everyday lives.

Oh no.

It only made your sex lives better.

It’s no secret that Matt is experienced with women, and knows exactly what to do to make you feel good.

And just because you’re an introvert, that doesn’t mean you’re naïve.

The sex between you two is mind. Blowing.

It’s nothing like either of you experienced before.

Tender, loving sex.

Lazy morning sex.

Shower sex.

Quickie sex.

Office sex.

It was a good day at the office sex.

It’s been a rough week at work sex.

Hard night of patrol sex.

I missed you sex.

I was worried about you sex.

You’ve got me feeling like a horny teen sex.

Days that end in -y sex.

You name it—once you two started being intimate, you didn’t want to stop.

You, who is usually so quiet and reserved, let yourself be vocal and loud when you’re with Matt—he makes you feel safe enough to be like that, and you want to let him know in whatever way that you can.

And Matt, who can be so stoic, relaxes and enjoys the moments where you’re under him, wrapped around him, fingers sending goosebumps all over his skin, making his hair stick up in all kinds of directions, whispering his name over and over like a prayer.

After the horned-secret is no longer an invisible barrier between you two, everything just got so much better.

You hold onto one another tighter, kiss more passionately, feel everything so much deeper.

You both know sex isn’t everything, but it takes your relationship to the next level.

You love each other so much.

But maybe most of all, you both love how you were able to pull each other out of your shells.

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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Ooo this is going to be fun! Can’t wait to see what all you come up with! Will you do Steve Rogers with the prompt COAX? Please and thank you!

Hey, Nonny! This one was fun to write—I forgot how much I love writing for Steve. I think I used the prompt *a scooch* different than it was intended, but it still works. I hope you like it!

PS, I told you guys it'd get spicy now that I'm back from my conference. *wink wink*

PPS, I also think this is even funnier now because of the gem She-Hulk gave us.

Welcome Back Kisses (Steve Rogers x Reader)

You're barely awake when you hear the sounds of the Quinjet land outside, causing your eyes to open a sliver and see the time.

10:22am.

Steve’s back.

You're head and heart squeeze with excitement, longing to see him and be in his embrace after two and a half very long weeks apart, but all your body can say is sleep. Stay in the warm bed. You’ve still got some time before he comes to the room. Just one more minute . . .

Either you can’t tell time anymore or he bolts up to the bedroom, but Steve is by your bedside in no time, making quick work of his suit, anticipating your “back from a mission” ritual: he showers on the plane, puts on a fresh shirt and comfortable sweats, and lets me take them off however you so please upon his return.

“Sweetheart?” he asks when he notices your lack of movement.

You let out a groggy moan in response, his deep chuckle swirling in your ears like music in response to your noise.

“Hi, Stevie,” you mumble as you feel him push hair out of your face. When you feel him move closer to press a kiss to your lips, you become more awake and aware that you have bad morning breath going on. Mortified, you roll away from him and cover your face with your hands.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on?” he asks sweetly.

“I have morning breath,” you grumble through your palms.

“What?” he laughs, pressing little kisses on the exposed skin of your arms.

“Don’t make me say it again.”

“That’s not what I mean, sweetheart. Since when do you care?”

“Since my dinner had garlic in it last night.”

Steve moves his kisses up your arms, pressing little pecks on the back of your hands.

“You’re my sweet girl,” he praises. “I love the taste of you, no matter what.”

“Steve—.”

“C’mon, doll, let me see that pretty face of yours.”

His body hovers over yours as he continues to press encouraging kisses on your fingers, the scent of his shampoo and aftershave absolutely intoxicating. He manages to sneak a kiss on the apple of your cheek where your hands don’t cover.

“I can feel that smile, sweetheart. Please?”

“Steve,” you whine, although the sounds of a laugh approach the edges of the vowels.

“Okay, fine. If you won’t let me kiss those lips . . .”

Steve peels the covers off of you, taking hold of your legs and sliding you down on the mattress a bit, spreading your legs open and making you laugh. You let out a yelp at the brashness of his movements as he slides down your underwear, leaving you in nothing but on of his t-shirts you wear to sleep.

“There’s my giggly girl,” Steve smiles. Rather than try to move up and kiss you once more, his places a tender kiss on the inside of your thighs, alternating as he moves closer to your core. Just as he gets to the apex of your thighs, he stops, letting his lips hover just above your mound as his fingers spread open your glistening cunt. “My God, you’re so beautiful for me—so ready for me.” With that sentiment, he presses a gentle kiss to your clit, making you hum in delight as his lips move slowly, taking every last ounce of slick you have to offer. His tongue licks a delicious line up your slit, repeating the motion up and down as his lips capture around your throbbing bud. You squirm around as he begins to devour you, your fingers moving to fist the sheets.

The way that Steve only has to use his mouth to wind you up is incredible, and the way that his fingers repeatedly graze your thighs only adds to the pleasure. With your eyes fluttered shut, you only feel everything all the more. He wastes no time with his movements, making you cum as he kiss, licks, and sucks at you. You cry out in sheer pleasure into the bedroom, his moans into your core providing a wonderful baseline to your high notes.

As you come down from my high, he presses kisses up your body, leaving a damp trail of arousal and saliva along your skin. Once he reaches your neck, having stopped to decorate the skin with little marks, you move a hand back up to cover your face.

“No, none of that,” he muses, kissing your knuckles. This time, your fingers give way to his lips, letting him finally place a kiss where he’s been wanting to since he got home. It’s a deep, messy exchange that lets him taste every crevice of your mouth, letting you taste him and your lingering arousal just as much.

“I missed you,” he murmurs against your lips once he decides to tame the kisses.

“I missed you, too, Steve,” you tell him. “Next time, I’m coming with you. I don’t like being apart from you that long.”

His hands trail down you sides and before they begin to play with the hem of the cotton shirt serving as a barrier to the rest of your body. “Well, the good news for you is that I know the perfect way we can make up for all that time we spent missing one another.”

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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[ WATCH ] for muses to cuddle on a couch while watching tv and one of them begins to finger the other but stops every time they make too much noise.

For Jake lockley and female reader pretty please :)

Oooooohhhhh, Nonny, this made me blush!! And it's also exciting, because this is my every first solely-dedicated Jake fic!! Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy!!

Fever Pitch (Jake Lockley x Reader)

It’s become a ritual every time Jake fronts, which has become more frequent after Steven and Marc convinced him to spend some time with you and get to know you. Every time he fronts, you sit together and watch soccer in your pajamas. Well, shared pajamas. He would have whatever lounge pants he could find, and you would wear one of the boy’s shirts—sometimes a button down, other times a t-shirt or a henley, and occasionally a jersey. Tonight’s case was the latter, wearing the jersey of Jake’s favorite soccer player as his thin cotton lounge pants hang low on his hips. You are content and cozy, twisted and snuggled up against Jake on the couch, your bum just hitting his thighs as he has your legs draped over his lap with one arm is around your shoulders. However, ever so slowly, you feel the warmth from his arm subside as he brings it down a bit lower to your front.

“Jake,” you breathe, your voice controlled as you focus through the way his fingers graze your inner thigh.

“Yes, cariño?” he asks, diverting his attention from the match on the TV to you with a little glance.

“We’re watching TV.”

“I know that,” he hums, turning his attention back to the pitch, his fingers never once stopping.

“And that’s why your fingers are doing that?”

“If there’s one thing I can do, it’s multitask.”

Creeping up your skin, his fingertips graze the fabric of your panties before they slide them to the side, making your breath hitch and a whine fall from your lips.

“Gotta stay quiet, cariño, I need to hear the commentators. If you get too loud, I’ll stop.”

“Bastard,” you say with a breathy chuckle, half covering your mouth with your fingertips in amused annoyance.

Jake just chuckles, the deep rumble rolling from his chest like an engine. His fingers mindlessly brush over your core, tickling the sensitive skin before his fingers explore lower, dipping into your hole to gather up some slickness that his gifted fingers spread around. Biting your lip, you power through the way he repeats the motion. The pressure that he presses on your clit sends your head into a spin. When he increases it slightly, you let out a needy moan that causes Jake to retract his fingers.

“What did I say about noise, cariño?” he whispers.

“S-Sorry,” you swallow. “It won’t happen again.”

“Buena,” he hums, squeezing your thigh with his strong hand before tracing his fingers back inward, gently gliding against the moist lips before he hooks his thumb through the leg and waist of your underwear, tugging the fabric down from you hips. His deft fingers creep back between your legs, nudging them open a little more to work you better. After a few strokes, his thumb gently grazes over your clit, causing me to intake a quiet but sharp breath. With how sensitive you feel from all the blood rushing down to the spot between your legs, you don’t know how you manage to keep quiet. As Jake rubs loose, lazy circles into your clit, he sneaks not one, but two fingers into your sopping hole. You involuntarily clench around him as your eyes flutter shut, basking in the sensation of how well his fingers work and know your body. Every now and then, small wanton mewling sounds erupt from your throat, and you have to grip onto the upholstery of the couch to keep yourself from squirming. As your eyes open ever so slightly while Jake works you, you swear you see a smirk pulling on his lips as his eyes remain fixed ahead, his fingers never once faltering.

He knows your body so well, finding all the right buttons to press, spots to rub, and nerves to hit. The sounds his fingers make in your profuse slick make up for what you’re not allowed to tell him. You bite your lip so hard to keep quiet, you’re just shy of drawing blood. Pinching your eyes shut as you feel your orgasm build, you bury your face into Jake’s shoulder while your hands hold onto his flexing bicep as his fingers bring pleasure crashing down on your body in waves. You barely let out a whimper as Jake continues to send you over the edge, teetering the very fine line of pleasure and overstimulation. Slowing down just before your body is able to flinch from extreme tenderness, Jake slowly pulls his fingers from you. His digits are absolutely glistening, and you can feel more of your arousal dripping down from your legs. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, Jake licks them clean, humming in delight as he tastes the mixture of your essence with his skin.

“So fucking good, cariño,” he hums. “And so good at following orders.” As the match pivots to a commercial, Jake turns into your body and presses slow, wet, tender kisses to your neck. The way that his lips brush against your skin combined with the sound of his voice and the heat of his breath give your goosebumps goosebumps. “When the match is over, I think you deserve a reward for being such a good girl. Don’t you?”

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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happy 2k my love <3

[ APPROACHED ] our muses haven’t been intimate yet and sender finally broaches the subject to receiver // with matt murdock.

Okay, but not me blushing over here for the first of many smutty requests👀👀 Love you, Rhi💜🥰💜🥰💜🥰

Embrace it (Matt Murdock x Reader)

“This, this is why you are my favorite,” Matt says as he opens the door for you.

“Not for the late night patch ups or the melodic sound of my voice?” you tease before he places a hand on your waist and pulls you in for a kiss.

“Those are perks, too,” he smirks before his hand gently guides you into his place, closing the door behind him as you toe off your shoes.

“All I have to say is is that everything would have been warmer if you had told me your late night was at your place instead of the office. We’re gonna have to pop this in the microwave.” You help Matt unpack the takeaway in the kitchen and potion it out into plates, your movements comfortable around one another as you warm up the food. “Hey, how come it is just you working on this case tonight? Isn’t it a big one?”

“Yeah, but it’s Foggy and Marci’s anniversary tonight, and Karen has to meet her deadline at the Bulletin.”

“Well, at least now you’re not alone,” you say with a soft smile, one that Matt always seems to know how to meet and return. “Do you think you can take a break for a little? We can have us our own little date night. I can say something that makes something clink in your brain and then I basically win your case for you. You know, like in movies.”

“Because this is clearly a movie.”

“Okay,” you say, dragging out the vowel. “Or, I just get to sit and chat with my boyfriend.”

“I like that,” Matt says with a smile, leaning in for a kiss while one of his hands opens the microwave door before it can beep. Once your dinners are warmed up, we make your way to his couch, situating your bodies to face one another while you eat and talk about anything and everything you can think of.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” Matt says, taking a swig of his beer.

“I only wish,” you sigh with a dramatic flop of your head. “I don’t even know how the cat go in the vent! It looked like something out of an NBC comedy when it fell down on the conference table. I actually kinda wish that they didn’t take it to the shelter—don’t you guys still have that mice problem?”

“Firstly, it was rats—.”

“That’s not any better, babe.”

“—secondly, we’ve been seven months since our last incident—.”

“That’s not terribly reassuring.”

“—and thirdly,” he chuckles. “Foggy is allergic to cats.”

“That’s what allergy shots are for!” you laugh.

“I think you missed your calling as a lawyer, angel.”

“Trust me, you wouldn’t want that to be a reality.” Putting down your plate, you take a sip of your own drink, your action being halted halfway through by your cell. Picking up the phone, you see Foggy’s name light up on the screen. But Matt said he was on an anniversary date . . .?

“Hell—aah!” you screech as you pick up and immediately hang up, throwing your phone across the living room.

“Were they—?” Matt asks, his super hearing clearly having picked up on what Foggy and Marci were doing on the other end.

“Uh huh,” you say, covering your face in your hands, mortified. “I need to go cut off my ear and boil it in bleach.”

Matt laughs as you cover your face in embarrassment at what you just heard. As you begin to calm down, your brain decides to wander a bit. Matt and you have been together for a while now—why haven’t you taken the next step? You know he has had a reputation in the past for being a little more on the promiscuous side, but he’s never tried to take it any further with you.

“You okay, angel?” Matt asks, putting a hand on your forearm.

“Oh, um, yeah,” you manage, running your hand down your face, trying to regain your composure.

“You know I can tell when you’re lying.” He moves to put his plate down and gives his attention fully to you. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well,” you start, not entirely sure how to phrase this. “We’ve been together for a while, and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.” A big, soft, tender smile pulls at his lips, making his eyes crinkle in the corners and your heart skip a beat. “I just . . . I mean, well, w-we haven’t um . . .” Why can’t you just say it? Why haven’t we had sex yet? It’s not that hard to say! You shouldn’t be embarrassed to say it. “We haven’t been . . . intimate yet,” you finish, your cheeks burning hot with embarrassment that you even brought it up.

“Oh,” Matt says softly, clearly not expecting that.

“No, I shouldn’t have brought it up—.”

“(Y/N)—.”

“No, i-it’s fine, I—.”

“I-I want to,” Matt sputters out, the tips of his ears matching the same rosy hue that graces his cheeks. “I do, I just . . .”

His words falter on his tongue, suddenly unsure of how to say what is on his mind. You take his hand in yours, gently rubbing your thumb back and forth over one of the only unbruised knuckles on his hand.

“(Y/N), I really, really care about you, and you deserve the world.” He swallows hard, and you can see his Adam’s apple bob under the stubble that trails down his neck. “If I . . . if we cross that line and something happens to me out there—.”

“Matt, hey, c’mere,” you breathe as you pull him in tightly for a hug, relishing in the feeling of his chest against yours as your fingers run through his hair to soothe him. You mentally chastise yourself. He constantly puts himself on the line, and with such a big heart, of course he’s worried about how that could affect the two of you. “It’s okay. Don’t think like that.”

“But I have to,” he whispers into your neck, his voice small.

Pulling back, you move just enough so you can rest your forehead on his, letting him feel you.

“You are the bravest, smartest, most caring man that I know,” you tell him softly. “You know what to do in the courtroom, and you know what to do out there at night. And every night, I know you’re gonna return And I will always be here waiting for you. Don’t live in that fear, Matt. That’s not living. Embrace what you have, and don't look back.”

Matt brushes his nose against your own before he slowly moves his lips to yours. His soft lips are still against yours for a moment, but they begin to move when he wraps his arms around you and holds you close. Matt lets out a soft groan as he presses a kiss deeper against your lips. His strong, calloused hands carefully move down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Through all the sensations that he brings to your body, you have to break the kiss, letting out quick shutters of pure euphoria against his mouth. Matt bunches up the fabric of your shirt at the hem, silently begging permission to do what you have waited so long for him to attempt. You give Matt a series of short, quick nods, knowing that he can pick up on the affirmative motions. The fabric soon leaves your body, your arms raising above your head as soon as you feel him pull it up.

Once tossed aside, Matt holds you incredibly close to his body, forgetting about his paperwork and your dinners as he lifts you from the couch and into his bedroom. Once he lays you down, you become a prisoner in a divine cell, his silk sheets below you and his warm, hard body up above. Matt pulls his pink, swollen lips from yours, pressing a smattering of kisses along your neck and chest like a beautiful assortment of freckles. You move your hands to unbutton his shirt, and Matt quickly assists, harshly tearing the cotton-blend open and sending buttons across the floor. Your hands slide over his exposed skin like it’s second nature, taking time to feel the dips and curves of his muscles and scars. Even though you’ve felt his chest before when patching him up, there’s something about the way yours hands move against him that is so incredibly different and absolutely divine.

“Tell me what you need, angel,” he says breathlessly, his lips infatuated with your body as his rough, calloused fingers move along the seam of your underwear. “Tell me what you need.”

“Please, Matt,” you breathe as you press kisses down his chest. Fuck, he looks like an angel in the neon light that streams in from the giant billboard outside of his apartment. “I just need to feel you. I just need you.”

Before Matt can work to rid your body of the rest of its clothes, he get up off from the mattress and makes quick work of his slacks and boxers. He then leans forward to his bedside table, rummaging around.

“Hey, hey,” you breathe as you gently take hold of his wrist, moving his hand to caress your face. “I just want you.”

“But—.”

“Birth control,” you explain.

Matt just stands, his chest panting up and down, his pupils blown so wide you can hardly see the his beautiful irises.

“I just want to feel you, Matt,” you say softly.

He licks his lips and swallows before moving back over you, kissing you deeply as his hands wrap around your back and his hard cock presses against your folds. Matt’s deft fingers quickly remove the remaining soft fabric of your bra, flinging it behind him.

“Are you sure, angel?” he whispers in your ear, pressing a kiss just below on the juncture of your neck while his hands smooth down your hair.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Matt,” you assure him.

With a big smile, he brings his lips back to yours once more, discarding your panties before he slowly pushes into you. You whine as you work to stretch around him, but Matt’s tender pace maximizes every ounce of pleasure, emphasizing the love in your bodily interaction. Your soft moans fill the room in perfect harmony, your fingers lacing together as he bottoms out. He remains still inside of you, letting you get used to his size and bask in your embrace. Matt smatters kisses all over your face, the lingering embraces following your bone structure.

“You feel like heaven, angel,” he breathes into your hair as you move down to kiss his shoulder.

“Matty,” you breathe, your brain hazy with nothing but him. “I-I need you to move. Please.”

He kisses your face a few more times before you feel the slow drag of his hips. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel him virtually pull all of the way out, except for the tip. A moan falls from your lips as he pushes back in, the absolutely profuse wetness between your legs adding a new layer to your erotic soundtrack.

“You feel so good for me,” he grunts as he continues his ministrations, his nose tracing yours as he presses soft kisses to your lips. “So good for me.”

“Matt,” you breathe. “Oh, fu—Just like that, just like that.”

Matt works to keep a steady pace, hitting exactly where you need him. Once you hook a leg around his waist, it spurs him on, encouraging him to go faster at a deeper angle. Your moans become more frequent with your altered position and his fastened pace, the bliss he brings you only increased by the way his lips begin to worship the supple flesh of your breasts and the hand that snakes between your bodies.

Your whines become needy, begging him to keep on working you in every delicious way that he can.

“Oh, God,” Matt breathes as he picks up his pace even more, his hands tangling at the roots of your hair. “Angel, you’re so fucking good for me.”

“Matty,” you moan, burying your face into his neck while his pounds into you. “R-Right there. Oh, Matty, ooh.”

“I know, angel, I know you’re close. You’re doing so good for me.”

You swallow hard, pushing your head back into the soft pillow and arching your body into his, desperately trying to chase the feeling.

“Good girl,” Matt breathes. “Oh, such a good girl for me.” He removes his hand from your core, the slap of his hips against yours more than making up for the momentary loss in friction. “Cum for me, angel.”

Your eyes pinch shut and you cry out as your nails dig into Matt’s soft skin, decorating his beautiful flesh with little crescents. Matt holds onto you like his life depends on it, cumming not long after you begin to squeeze him like a vice. His grunts are muffled in your skin as he works through his high, his hips moving ever so slightly in with each pulse of his hot seed in you.

Matt’s lips meet yours in a state of pure bliss, letting you know with no words at all just how much he cares about you. You reciprocate, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he murmurs.

A big smile pulls against your lips. “I love you too, Matt.”

With a few more lazy kisses, Matt slowly pulls out of you with a moan, and let out a breath at the emptiness that you now feel. To make up for it, you curl into the warmth of Matt’s chest.

“Let me clean you up, angel,” he mutters into your hair as he rests his lips on your head.

“Mm, not yet, Matty,” you hum as you snuggle down on him, listening to the inner workings of his body.

He lets out a low chuckle, pulling the blankets up and wrapping his arms around you to hold you securely to his chest, your legs tangled together. You press one more kiss into his soft skin, right above his heart, before you both drift off in each other’s embrace.

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Congratulations on 2000+ followers!! I'm so happy for you, hope your account will go on

May I request Loki with Y/N, who is a hedge witch, and they're friends "kissing each other to prove there’s nothing there, accidentally proving that there was, in fact, something there"

I think it would be cute with two magical best friends and then boom, there's something there

Thank you for the kind words and the request!💜💜 This was so cute to write, and I'm a big ole sucker for the "there was, in fact, something there" shtick (I mean, anything sweet and fluffy like that, really, sign me up). I did have to Google what a hedge witch was, and I found some different things, so I blended them together. I hope you enjoy it!

Yeah, "friends" (Loki x Witch!Reader)

Maybe it’s because you both have powers that you get along so well—no one else on the team can function like you two can. Granted, your magic compared to Loki’s could be considered marginal, but in the area of overlap, you have extremely fine-tuned your craft. Compared to Loki, your healing powers were instantaneous and left no lingering pain. Whether it was as small as a paper cut or as severe as internal bleeding, it was nothing you couldn’t handle; Loki, on the other hand, broke a sweat the harder he concentrated on healing. You don’t blame him—illusion is more his thing.

“Please stop letting people clock you right on the nose,” you ask Clint kindly as you fix the broken cartilage, straightening it out to its regular position.

“Trust me, it’s not intentional,” he sighs, crinkling his nose repeatedly as if he’s just smelt something foul. “Thanks.”

“It’s what I’m here for,” you smile, applying a light balm to his skin. “This is to help with itchiness, and it works well with oil control, too.”

“Ha ha,” Nat chuckles dryly as she enters with smoothies. “You’ve got oily skin.”

“It’s a natural glow,” Clint counters, taking the drink.

“Oily skin.”

“(Y/N)?”

“Big pores?” you try, hiding your smile behind your smoothie.

“Ouch. I thought you were supposed to be the nicest out of us all,” Clint pouts.

“Oh she is,” Tony breathes as he and the others come up from the gym, glistening in sweat, breathing heavily, and desperate for water. “Ask Reindeer Games. She’s made his heart of ice melt.”

“Tony,” you chastise.

“I don’t mean that derogatorily, I’m just saying he was never terribly friendly until you came here.”

“Tony’s right,” Bruce interjects before you could react. “He’s a lot less rough around the edges than he was when he first got here.”

“He’s just gotten used to life in the tower and on Earth, that’s all,” you try. “It must not have been an easy adjustment, especially given his past with the planet and then his home being wiped off the map.”

“It probably helps having someone else around that knows how to use magic, too,” Steve tries. He’s not Loki’s biggest fan by any means, but he is sympathetic to being treated differently by others for what he can do. Hell, the whole team knows that feeling—Steve just seems to be the one most cognizant of it.

“Oh, yeah, that’s what it is. Not because he thinks (Y/N) is pretty or anything and wants to get into her good graces,” Nat hums.

“Firstly, he’d have to be blind or tasteless if he didn’t think I was pretty,” you say. “Secondly, Steve is right—it’s nice to know someone that knows how to do the same things I do. He’s easy to talk to.“

“And flirt with,” Clint goads.

“Loki is a friend,” you insist.

“Mm, yeah, ‘friend’,” Tony mocks.

You know better than to argue with him—it’ll only make Tony and others believe you hold a deeper affection for him. When you see Loki walk in with a book in one hand, an idea suddenly strikes you.

Without a second thought, you get up wordlessly, hold his face in your hands, perch up on your toes, and kiss him. As soon as your lips meet, you feel electricity shoot throughout your body and a warmth spread in your chest. What was meant to be a quick kiss is one that lingers, leaving both Loki and you stunned and breathless after you part. You could easily get lost in his eyes as you stare at one another with your lips tingling and your hearts beating fast, and you want to lean back in in the worst way imaginable. Instead, you turn to the group watching in stunned silence, removing the small array of jasmine flowers that appeared in your hair during the kiss.

“Friends,” you say simply before you leave the common space.

Definitely not friends.

Definitely more.

Those are the only thoughts running through your head for the rest of the day. No matter what you do to busy yourself, your thoughts are consumed with Loki and the feeling of his lips against yours, what it would feel like to have his arms wrapped around you to hold you close and never let go.

Letting out a deep exhale, you get up off of your bed and pad across the floor. You just need some tea—a good cup of chamomile will help clear your head and help you think straight. You gasp when you see Loki standing at your doorway in his pajama pants, looking as if he’s just about to knock.

“Loki,” you breathe, his pale skin seeming to glow in the moonlight.

“I’m sorry to have startled you,” he says, his blue eyes slightly downturned at the corners. “If you want, I can—.”

“No, don’t leave,” you stop him, gently placing a hand on his wrist. “Come in.”

He gives you a small smile and a nod, moving into your room like he has so many times before to talk about books and magic or whatever else we wanted to.

You watch him as he moves, seeing the toned muscles of his back gently shifting under his skin as he moves, the line down his spine looking more defined with the nighttime shadow.

“Is everything okay?” you ask gently, closing the door behind you to join him by your bed.

He pokes his tongue between his pink lips, licking them carefully before speaking. “I’ve been thinking about that kiss all day,” he breathes. “I don’t understand it.”

“O-Oh,” you stutter. “I—.”

“You don’t need to explain what or why, because it won’t matter depending on the answer to what I’m about to ask.”

Your breaths are shallow and your skin is warm, his hands sliding into yours as you wait with bated breath.

“Did you feel something when we kissed?” he asks, his voice silky and soft.

He felt it too.

Crashing your lips into his, you hold him close and move your hands from his to run your fingers through his hair. Loki moans against your lips while his arms snake around your body. This embrace is everything and more than the kiss you shared in the morning. Loki’s hands squeeze your sides in an effort to fuse your bodies together, himself desperate for the embrace.

“Can I take that as a yes?” he asks with a breathy laugh, resting his forehead on yours.

“Yeah,” you hum in delight, your fingers playing with the loose waves in his raven hair. “I felt it. Little jasmine flowers don’t just pop up in my hair for anybody, you know.”

Loki lets out a little chuckle as he gently nudged his nose against yours. “Good.”

With a bright smile, he wraps his arms around you once more and presses his lips to yours, exchanging all of your affection with a simple action.

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