#gimmie back my sweetheart

[orionndjarin]

Douche Magne was not on my season 3 bingo card

#i want to punch him #gimmie back my sweetheart #ragnarok netflix #magne seier #ragnarok season 3 #netflix ragnarok

[jhopezwrld]

i'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden

summary: your sweet boyfriend jay eats you out for the first time

warnings: smut!!! oral (f receiving), swearing, corruption kink, dirty talk, uhhh i think that’s it

wc: 2,042

a/n: i wrote this in like an hour & a half and i actually hate it so much. pls leave feedback lol im an attention whore

minors do not interact plz! xx

"just tell me."

"nuh-uh."

"pleaseeeeee?" 

"not happening. just drop it, jay. i don't wanna talk about this anymore." you pout, turning your body away from his. you lie flat on your back, staring up at his blank ceiling, but your view of plain white is suddenly obstructed by your boyfriend. he'd been bugging you to tell him just how experienced you were since you had let it slip that your first kiss was only last year. "please, baby? i just wanna know. promise i won't laugh or tell anyone." he says, holding his pinky finger out to you to exaggerate his point. 

you roll your eyes and slap his hand away. "m’not telling you, jay. it's embarrassing!" you tell him, moving your hands from your sides to cover your face, which was already heating up. you can feel him stifle a giggle at your side, which makes you whine. "see! you're already laughing at me." he straddles you, using his much larger hands to pull yours from your face. "i'm laughing 'cause you're cute, baby. everything you do is cute cause you're my girl, yeah?" he asks, bringing his thumb up to caress your bottom lip. 

you nod at that, pressing a small kiss to the pad of his thumb. he smiles and presses his thumb harder at the seam of your lips. "has anyone ever put anything in here, baby?" he inquires, parting your lips with his finger and brushing his thumb over your teeth. you shake your head, too shy to verbally answer his question, but that isn't enough for him. 

he removes his thumb from your mouth and instead uses his hand to squeeze your cheeks together. "didn't i just ask you a question? c'mon, angel, you know how to use your big girl words. answer me, has anyone ever put anything in this pretty little mouth of yours?" 

"n-no. no one ever put anything in here." you sputter, feeling your stomach turn at the way he's speaking to you. "hmm, that's what i thought. my sweet innocent girl. has anyone ever kissed you like i have?" you know how to answer properly this time, so you do. "no, no one has ever kissed me the way you do." you answer, keeping your eyes glued to his shoulder, too embarrassed to keep eye contact with him. "s'what i thought. gimmie a kiss, pretty girl." he tells you, and you obey, looking up at him and connecting your lips. 

his tongue immediately invades your mouth, brushing over your teeth and exploring the entirety of your mouth before tangling with your own. there was something so distinct about the way he tasted, like warm cinnamon and ginger. it made you shiver, which jay picked up on immediately. he pulled away from you slowly, admiring the string of saliva that connected the two of you, making you flush and squeeze your eyes shut. he moves his mouth to your neck, kissing and licking at your pulse point. 

he presses one last kiss to your neck and pulls away. "s'it good baby? you like it when i kiss you like that?" he asks, although the smirk on his face makes it clear that he knows the answer. "y-yeah, i like it. makes me feel like-" you pause, not knowing how to describe what you’re feeling. he nods his head as to tell you to go on, and you do. "makes me feel warm down there." you voice. he takes his hand that had been lying by your head and places it on your clavicle "here?" he asks condescendingly. 

you shake your head no, and he moves his hand down to cup your breast. "here?" his fingers find your nipple through the thin shirt and bralette that you were currently wearing. you gasp and push your chest into his hand. "has anyone ever seen you here, sweetheart?" his hands graze the bottom of your shirt, and you shake your head. "can i?" he asks, and you nod. "didn't we just go over this, baby? use your words."

you sigh, trying to articulate your point before speaking again "i want you to take my shirt off, jay. want you to be the first to see me like that." you admit. he lets out a groan and bites his lip while gripping the sides of your shirt. "arms up, baby." 

you lift your arms above your head and he slips your shirt off of your body. the coldness of his room (or the intensity of his stare) causes your nipples to harden, turning into pretty peaks hidden under soft pink lace. "so fucking pretty, jesus christ." he says, dragging one hand up the length of your stomach to your right breast, palming it.

“so soft and sweet. all for me, right?” his voice is so low it’s almost unrecognizable. you nod “yeah, s’all for you, jay.” your response is rewarded soft smile before he ducks his head down to suck your covered nipple into his mouth. 

you let out a squeak, tangling your left hand in his hair, while your right stays by your side, curled into a fist. his tongue laves over your stiff lace-covered bud until he’s satisfied, pulling away to look at the wet spot he left. the loss of his mouth makes you whine, silently begging for more. "can i take this off, baby? it'll feel so much better." he explains, grazing his fingers over the delicate fabric of your bralette. you know he's right. if the feeling of his mouth through your top makes warmth travel south, what would it feel like with no barrier? you nod faster than you can speak.

"please take it off, jay? wanna feel your mouth, pretty please?" you beg, batting your eyelashes at him. jay groans and adjusts the very prominent bulge in his sweatpants. his hands grasp at the cups covering your breasts and he pulls. the sound of fabric tearing hits your ears before you realize what's happening. before you can protest, his mouth connects with your nipple. teeth and tongue cover your sensitive bud, licking and biting. a moan leaves your mouth before you can stop it. 

he smiles up at you and uses his free hand to play with the fabric of your sleeping shorts, which makes you buck your hips into his hands. he releases your tit, giving it one last kiss before pushing his body up to kiss you again. his knee presses in between your thighs, rubbing deliciously against your clit. he detaches your lips to press hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck. his hand again reaches down to your shorts. "can i take these off too, baby doll? just wanna make my girl feel good. can i make you feel good?" 

"we don't have to do anything, baby. don't wanna make you uncomfortable, just wanna make you feel nice," he says, caressing your cheek. 

"please take them off, jay? want you to touch me and make me feel good. i want you to do it, please." you say, clenching your fists at your side. he smiles at you, presses a sweet kiss to your lips, and lowers himself down his bed. coming face to face with your most sensitive area, he pulls your shorts down quickly and comes in contact with your pretty lace boyshorts.

 his fingers trace the intricate patterns on your hips and slip down to rub over your covered slit. his fingers and eyes meet the sticky sweetness in between your thighs. He sucks in a quick breath and thanks whatever god blessed him with an angel like you. he hooks his fingers into your panties and slips them off. you watch his reaction closely, his bottom lip is trapped by his teeth. 

it seems he's in awe of your pussy. his eyes trace the length of your folds, glued to the strings of arousal that wet your lower lips and inner thighs. "such a sweet little pussy. pretty pussy for a pretty girl. can i taste it?" he asks, his warm breath coming out in puffs against your sensitive parts. you squirm under his gaze, unsure of how to answer. "b-but what about you? wan'you to feel good too, jay."

he coos at your reply, pressing a sweet kiss to your inner thigh. "s'gonna be good for me too, baby. been wanting to taste you for so long. i think about how good your pussy will taste when i touch myself at night. might just make me cum in my fuckin pants." he admits, adjusting his bulge again. 

his admission makes you whine and push your hips up, searching for pleasure. "but what if i don't taste good? or what if i-" he cuts you off by pressing his face into your cunt, laving his tongue against your honeyed cunt. you let out a loud whine, throwing your arms over your face. his hot tongue wriggles between your folds before he sucks your clit into his mouth. he splays one hand over your hips, preventing you from wiggling out of his grip, while his other hand reaches for your own.

his hand grips yours, and he squeezes, providing you with a bit of comfort. your heartbeat quickens as you feel his tongue exploring parts that only you have touched. his lips move in a way that reminds you of the way he kisses you. messy and passionate. you let yourself relax, giving in to the sensations flowing through your body. jay licks thick stripes from your hole to your hardened pearl, drinking from you as if you were leaking ambrosia. 

you moan sharply, thrusting your hips into his mouth the best you can with his arm holding you down. he removes it, taking his middle finger and rubbing it against your hole. he detaches his mouth from you, keeping his eyes on your pussy as he pushes his finger inside of you. he sucks in a harsh breath “holy shit, baby. you’re so fucking tight. don’t you touch yourself?” he asks

you take a deep breath before responding. “s-sometimes, but my fingers aren’t as big as yours. it’s never felt like this before” you moan out. he smiles at you and dips his head back down between your thighs. he speeds up the movement of his finger and speaks again “that’s right. i’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” he rasps, before connecting his mouth with your clit again, sucking hard. you cry out and tangle your hands in his soft locks. he pushes another finger into your slick pussy and laps at the wetness that leaks onto the base of his fingers. 

your brain feels fuzzy and the only thing you can think to say is his name. his movements speed up as you cry out, and the bed creaks as he thrusts his hips into the mattress. jay can practically feel himself spiraling at the way you’re lost in the pleasure he’s providing you. he can feel you clench around his two fingers, your orgasm impending. he doubles his efforts, suckling on your clit while his fingers press into your g-spot, and that’s what unravels you. your hips arch and you sob out a broken moan, squeezing your thighs around his head as your orgasm washes through you. 

jay kisses around your thighs and eases his fingers out of your slit. as your breathing regulates, he slithers up the length of your body and places the two fingers that were just inside of you on your closed lips and taps as if to say ‘open up’. your lips part and he presses his fingers onto your tongue. he smiles as you seal your lips around his drenched digits.

“see how sweet you taste, baby?” he asks. you hum around his fingers and nod your head. as he removes them from your mouth, you peer down at the wet patch over his obvious boner in his sweatpants. 

you frown at him and run your hand down his torso to the happy trail that disappears into his pants. “can i help you, too?” you question, looking up at him with curious eyes. he smirks at you and pushes his hips into your own. “i’m gonna ruin you, sweet girl.” 

#enhypen smut #park jongseong smut #jay park smut #enhypen imagines #enhypen hard hours #enha smut #enha hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #smut #kpop smut #kpop hard hours #jhopezwrld #my writing

[corazondebeskar-reads]

could be

Jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader

this ficlet is brought to you by @iamasaddie's writing challenge! my assigned color was "pretty clicker" (which tbh idk if we needed to include the color but I did anyway lol).

genre: pwp (I tried my best) prompt: "whoa, that's a new one."

words: 1.7k

summary: jackson is not your home. joel miller is not your boyfriend. but they could be.

warnings: pwp, oral (m&f receiving), handjob, fingering, joel and reader are astoundingly bad at emotions, a few playful spanks, tommy makes an off-screen cameo, old man joel my beloved, antics, absolutely no proofreading or beta reading whatsoever rip sorry

dividers by @saradika-graphics

“Whoa, that’s a new one,” drawls the man as he steps out of the shadow of the copse. “ If it ain’t the prettiest little clicker I’ve ever seen.” 

You scowl, tugging the hat off, boot scuffing the dirt as you grind the frustration of being caught out into the soil. It gives with some difficulty, the late autumn’s early frost already turning the ground to stone. “Shut up, Joel,” you mutter. 

“That always work for ya? How haven’t you gotten shot yet?” He says, jerking his head down at the ball cap you’ve adorned with the decapitated clicker’s face.

(Or should you say disembodied? Dessicated? Desecrated? Whatever, you cut the fucking mushrooms off a dead fucker and stuck them on a hat. The terms don’t matter.) 

“Yep. Not too many fools out here who will go looking for a clicker when they hear one.”

“It’s a good impression, darlin’, but it’s not quite enough to trick me.” He’s drawn close, maybe too close, and curls two fingers under your chin, drawing your gaze to his grizzled face. 

You roll your eyes. “You a clicker whisperer or something?” 

His lips curl. “Not quite, no.” He lets his hand fall from your chin, and you watch it go. 

When you look back up at his face, you’re caught. Trapped. His grin is solemn, as if he, too, feels the snare.

“You got somewhere to stay tonight?” he says, instead of acknowledging the way you’ve drawn a breadth closer. 

“Sure do,” you drawl. 

He chuckles. “Alright, keep your secrets. But, uh—my back ain’t what it used to be, so the forest floor ain’t gonna work for me today.”

Your lips curl. “Presumptuous, are we?”

“You’re lookin’ at me like a piece of meat, sweetheart.”

“Well, ain’tcha?”

“Guess you must be desperate, then, ‘f’you’re back for an old man like me.”

“Guess so,” you hum and give in. “How d’you always find me?”

“Hmm, don’t you worry ‘bout that, alright? All you gotta know is that I do always find you, and I’ve got some of Tommy’s peanut butter cookies in my bag for ya.”

“My hero,” you press one hand over your heart while the other makes the universal ‘gimmie’ gesture at his backpack. 

“Could be, y’know,” he mumbles. 

You both ignore the slip. He rifles around in the bag and pulls out a tin. You try to snatch it from him, but he pulls away with a wagging finger. 

“Nope, not yet,” he says with a teasing lilt, his drawl drawing out. He hands you one precious sweet and tucks the rest back into his bag. “If I give it to you now, you’ll just run off, and then what’ll I have?”

“A sense of satisfaction from being kind?”

You share a laugh at your joke as he leads you not to the safe “house” but up to the old, creepy lodge you avoid like the plague. Or. Well. Like the Infected. 

“Calm down, I already cleared it,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “It’s got a real bed, though, sweetheart, so I can take my time with ya.”

“You mean so you don’t break a knee fuckin’ me over a log?”

“It didn’t break. Jesus. How old do you take me for?”

“Old as shit,” you mutter. 

He just grins. 

“What?” 

“Nothin’. You just get brattier the longer you’re away. Ain’t got any good cock back home?”

“Shut up,” you grumble, but it’s close to the truth. There’s cock back home, sure, but then you’d have to fuck one of those losers, and you just know Joel’s ruined you. 

Ruined you with intent and precision, and now he’s taking you by the hand and leading you up into the lodge’s dusty halls and into what must have once been a nice guest room. 

You whistle. “Did you clean this just for me?” You ask, batting your lashes. 

“If I say yes, you gonna be sweet for me?”

“You wouldn’t know what to do with me if I was.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he says, lying down on the bed with his hands behind his head. “So get your ass up here.”

You quickly shimmy out of your sweats and climb up to straddle him, but his grin splits wider in a lecherous stretch. 

“You think I brought you here for you to ride me? Y’can do that shit in the woods. Get up here.”

You hesitate. “I live in a fucking camp, Joel.” The “without running water” bit is obvious but unspoken.

“I do not give a shit,” he says bluntly. “Get up here.”

“Your funeral,” you say with a shrug, and let him help you settle over his face. You’re barely steady when he grabs your hips and pulls, bringing you to meet him. 

It’s been… longer than you can even remember, and oh shit. Either your memory hasn’t done this justice, or the last man to eat you out was fuckin’ terrible because this is nothing like you’ve ever known. 

But he doesn’t dive in and rush it. He doesn’t go straight to sucking on your clit; he doesn’t push three fingers into your cunt to work you open for his cock. 

Oh, no. You’ve been had, you think. This setup was an elaborate trap to wipe your mind clean and replace everything with thoughts of him. He’s brought you here to the second closest place of safety he knows so he can take his fuckin’ time with you. 

His hands are gentle on you, and he nuzzles into your mound to part your folds, his wide nose pushing between to seek out his prize. The tip of his tongue pushes out to help, tracing the tiny slit of your cunt. At the first taste of you, he groans, drawn out and filthy. 

“Shit,” he pants, hot breath scattering across the soft peaks and valleys. “It’s been too goddamn long.”  He seems to be talking to himself, which is good because you can’t wrangle more than a tangled gasping whimper in response. 

He brings his hands up underneath you to grip your inner thighs, pulling to spread you more so he can watch you start to glisten. “Atta girl,” he murmurs, nuzzling back in to lap it up. “Mmm, baby, is all this for me?”

“Shoulda known you wouldn’t shut up,” you mutter, even though you’re addicted to his filthy mouth most of the time.

“Shut me up then,” he says in a way you simply cannot refuse. 

You grind down on his face, expecting protest, but he moans in a way you can only classify as slutty. He buries his face between your thighs with a growl and gets to work. 

You can barely hold yourself up after the first orgasm he coaxes from you, all powerful tongue and gentle lips. 

“Y’ain’t quittin’ on me, are ya?” He taunts. 

“I thought you were gonna shut up.” 

He smacks your ass. “Turn around.”

When you do, he pushes you down to lay on him. “Get nice and cozy with my cock, sweetheart, ‘cause I ain’t done with you yet.”

You take the invitation but before you can pull him free from his jeans, he’s diving back into his personal all you can eat buffet and showing no sign of slowing. 

Eventually, you manage to pry his ridiculous monster cock from its denim confines and try, really try, to focus on it, but it’s so hard (you giggle as you tell him) when he keeps doing that thing with his teeth and your clit. After the third time, you find yourself just moaning and drooling around it; you give up and rest your head on his thigh, content to hold it in your hand and lick. 

He spanks you again. “Don’t be a tease.”

You try to protest, but he bests you by attempting to suck your soul out of your clit while hammering two thick fingers against your g-spot, and it’s all over for your brain. Poor thing never stood a chance against Joel anyway. 

You squirm away from the menace when he attempts to keep going and smack him in the face with a pillow when he whines. He wipes his beard on it and throws it back at you. 

You can’t hold back your questions now that you’re back up and running. “How d’you have the time for this?” 

“Hmm?” Joel grunts, a hand tugging lazily at his dick while he surreptitiously slides his hand down the length of your thigh and back up. 

You turn on your back, swatting his hand away. “You’re usually in a rush.”

He turns a little pink. “Don’t matter.”

“Uh, it clearly does. I’m asking.”

“Well, it’s nunya.”

You groan. “Think I liked it better when you were too busy eating me out to talk.”

“Now you know how I feel.”

You throw the cum-stained pillow back at him but miss by an embarrassing overshot. It arcs over him and into the floor between his side of the bed and the wall. 

You shrug. “Gone forever,” you say and throw an arm over your eyes dramatically. 

It’s a good thing, too, since the pillow hits you in the face. 

“I’m on watch here,” he says once you stop screeching indignantly. 

“Well, you’re not doing a very good job of it,” you let him know solemnly. 

“Ain’t alone. M’brother—Tommy,” he clarifies unnecessarily, “S’here too. He’s got it handled.”

“Oh my god, did you ask your brother to cover for you so you could get laid?”

He shrugs. “Why not?”

“Aw, Miller. You really know how to make a girl feel special,” you drawl. 

He plays it off with another eye roll and scoffs, but the thing is—you know. He stopped asking you to think about moving to Jackson a long time ago. But slowly, he’s been taking you closer and closer to town when you meet up. 

And you’re pretty sure he’s using Tommy’s cookies as a reward. Each time he lures you closer, he brings more treats the next time. You’d be mad at the absolute gall, but… it’s not not working, so you only have yourself to blame.

When you catch his eye again, he makes a point to hold your gaze and draw it down to his leaking cock, and you know he knows. You won’t go with him, so he’ll have you here. Jackson is not your home. But that quiet drawl in your head that sounds unnervingly similar to the man sprawled before you whispers, it could be.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #the last of us fic #fic: joel drabble #fic: could be

[luxeavenger]

At Least It's Roomy...?

Day 10 Kinktober prompt: Temperature Play

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Temperature play, vaginal fingering, piv sex, nomad Steve (yah, you betcha he's a warning)

Words: 1706

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Being on the run from the government with Steve Rogers has been something else entirely.

Too much adrenaline. Not enough sleep. Always watching. Always ready to move out on a moment's notice. Go bags always within arms reach. Hiding in some of the most questionable places one could imagine.

This ice cream freezer is in a little shop somewhere just south of the Canadian border. Steve had done a favor for the owner years ago, and she was happy to stash you both somewhere out of the way while you waited for transport.

“Steve, this is a freezer.” You scowl at him.

“Yes it is.” He smirks back at you.

“It wasn’t a question, smart ass.” You ram him playfully with your shoulder when he snorts a laugh.

He pulls on the latch to open the door, and looks inside. “At least it’s roomy…?” he says with a shrug.

You grumble, but your heart really isn’t in it. This isn’t even close to the worst place you’ve had to hide.

“Sam’s on his way, so it’ll just be a couple of hours, sweetheart,” Steve promises earnestly, and kisses your temple.

“I know,” you sigh. “I’m just grumpy. It’s still loads better than the swamp incident.”

“You said you didn’t want to talk about that anymore-”

“Yeah, I know,” you fuss. “If we’re getting in, let’s get in.”

Fifteen minutes after locking yourselves into the freezer, your teeth are chattering, and Steve wraps his arms around you. The heat from his body immediately seeps into your bones and you groan and push even closer to him.

He chuckles, “Feel better?”

You hum your affirmation. “Thank goodness for your jacked-up metabolism.”

“Just my metabolism?” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“You want me to say your dick, don’t you?”

“Only if that’s the way you feel in your heart.”

“Okay, your dick’s nice too.”

“That’s good to know,” he hums.

You wrap your arms around him, and moan at how good his heat and solid body feel against you.

“My dick is gonna get a whole lot nicer if you keep moaning like that.”

You moan, squeeze even closer, and moan again when you feel his cock start to stiffen against you.

A low rumble bubbles out of his throat. “I’m warning you, sweetheart.”

“Mmmm, daddy. You feel so good,” you groan, cupping his ass in both hands.

“Son of a-” he growls. “Gimmie,” he grabs your ass and hoists you into his arms.

He grinds your core against his cock, and you gasp. “It did get nicer, Stevie.”

He shakes you gently. “No,” he grunts.

“It did get nicer, daddy.”

“Fuck.”

He sets you back down, and pulls a coat out of his go bag, and lays it over a stack of boxes.

While he’s fussing over the coat, you ask, “Why do you even have a coat? It’s not like you actually need it.”

“It’s so you have something to sit on while I fuck you in an ice-cream freezer.” He lifts an eyebrow at you like it was obvious. “Here,” he sits you down on top of his jacket, and bends over you so he can kiss you deeply.

He lifts your shirt up over your tits, and you gasp as your nipples instantly stiffen in the cold. You push your chest up, searching for Steve’s heat to warm you up.

“No ma’am,” he tsks, holding you back with a finger in the middle of your chest.

You shudder as your skin breaks out in goosebumps. You make a pleading sound, but still Steve holds you back.

Your nipples are painfully hard, and you just need someone to touch them, so you reach up to cup your tits, but Steve snatches your hands out of the air, and pins them over your head.

“I said, no.” The authority in his voice is unmistakable.

“Please, daddy,” you whine. “I need you.”

“I bet you do,” he teases, his body arched gracefully over yours. He skims a knuckle over one of your nipples, and you strain towards the tiny point of warmth with a whimper. When he draws circles over the stiff peak you grind yourself against the firm ridge of his cock.

“More, god, please more,” you beg.

“‘God’ is so formal,” he grins, “I prefer daddy.” He dips down and seals his mouth over your nipple, and you nearly sob at how good it feels. The heat of his mouth, the way he swirls his tongue over your skin, the scratchiness of his beard.

Because of the cold, you feel everything.

Steve switches to your other nipple, the saliva he left behind on the first nipple immediately begins to evaporate and cool. You make an incoherent noise, and roll your hips against him. He releases your hands and you automatically bury your fingers in his shaggy hair.

He lets your nipple pop out of his mouth, but stays close enough that the heat of his breath fans out over your chest when he speaks, and his lips graze the pebbled flesh.

“Tell daddy what you need, gorgeous.”

“I need-” You stop abruptly as a strangled moan leaves you, after Steve’s hot mouth switches back to the cold nipple.

He grins against your skin. “Use your words. I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”

“Please,” you sob, grinding against him.

“Please what?”

You moan a curse when he skims his fingertips over your stomach. “Fuck, I need you inside me, daddy! Please!”

He groans, and flips your shirt back down over your chest, and pulls his own shirt off, and covers you with that as well.

You gasp, “Oh my god, look at you.”

“What’s wrong?” He looks at you curiously.

As his shirtless, and overheated super-soldier body meets the icy air of the freezer, you can see tendrils of steam curling off of his shoulders.

“I just…” you trail off. “Sometimes I forget how remarkable you are,” you can’t help the awe that bleeds into your voice, and Steve’s cheeks flush. You sit up and pull him down for a sweet kiss, which he returns with a hum of gratitude.

He breaks the kiss with a grin, seizing one of your hands in his, and brings it down to cup the front of his jeans.

“Tell daddy how bad you want his cock,” he whispers against your cheek.

“Feel so empty,” you gasp as your cunt clenches around nothing. “Need you to fill me up, daddy.”

Lightning quick, Steve has your pants stripped off, and he’s kneeling between your legs, pushing them up so you’re completely exposed before him.

He blows a soft puff of air over your pussy lips, followed by a huff of warm air. He breathes like this for a few minutes, alternating blowing a chilly gust of air over your sensitive flesh, and following it up with a warm exhale to chase away the icy air.

You get lost in the cycle of hot-cold-hot-cold, so when two of his fingers push into your cunt, it surprises you, and you arch up off the box beneath you with a cry.

He rubs his shaggy beard all over your inner thighs, “You wanted me inside of you, did you not?”

“Not quite what I had in mind,” you reply dazedly, already on edge from his teasing.

His breath heats your thigh as he hums, “Should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” you say, wrapping your legs around his shoulders to keep him close.

“Sweetheart, if you hold onto me like this, I won’t be able to fuck you.” He tugs gently at your legs.

“You can move ‘em,” you grunt.

“I guess I can,” he hums, rising and picking you up bodily, breaking the circle of your legs open with his broad chest. He supports you with one arm while he undoes the front of his jeans to get his cock out. The cold creeps over your naked skin, a stark contrast to all the points of unnatural heat coming from Steve’s body.

Just as the chilled air on your exposed pussy gets to be too much, Steve is lowering you down onto his cock. You dig your nails into his shoulders, and mindlessly keen his name.

Once he bottoms out, he quietly asks, “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“God, you feel so fucking good.,” you groan.

He smirks at you, “I thought I told you not to call me god.”

You don’t get to respond, because he wraps his thick arms around you and starts fucking you hard. He’s holding you up effortlessly, so you grasp the back of Steve’s neck, so you can lean back, and let the cold air curl around you again, chasing it away by pressing against Steve when it becomes too much.

The heat that’s been building in your core ever since Steve laid you down on those boxes blazes through you when you come. Clinging to Steve, and groaning with every slap of his hips against your ass. You whimper when he squeezes you tight, and buries his cock in you, filling you with his heat until it’s dripping out of you in warm rivulets.

“Oh fuck,” he pants into your neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Salty language, sir,” you slur against his hair. You squeal when he slaps your ass.

“Fuuuck,” he rumbles one more time, just for good measure.

After a minute, he jolts, “Oh shit. It’s cold, isn’t it? I gotta get you covered up.” He moves to sit you down on his coat, so he can help you back into your pants, but you squeeze your legs around his hips, and arms around his neck.

“No! Don’t you dare put me down,” you growl.

He pulls gently on your thigh. “I can move ‘em, you know,” he parrots your earlier suggestion.

“Yeah, but you won’t.”

“You’re right,” he says, heaving a contented sigh and burying his face in your neck.

A fist pounds heavily on the outside of the freezer door.

“Are you guys fucking in there? You better not be fucking in there,” Sam yells, followed by a loud, and overly-dramatic noise of disgust.

“Jesus, Sam,” you yell. “Don’t be gross. It’s an ice cream freezer. We’re eating ice cream.”

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Jim Bickerman x Reader || Drabble

Plot: After a long week all you wanna do is soak up affection from Jim.

Warnings: Sexual references maybe.

You've only been kissing for a couple minutes; you wouldn't even call it making out, yet. But of course, just as you're easing your way into his lap and ramping up- the phone rings.

"Oh, you don't sound happy." Reba answers, chuckling.

A groan slips out of him and you sigh, backing up. "Oh fucks sake," He grumbles. The look on Jim's face is as frustrated as you feel, as the phone continues to ring. Groaning, you get up and swipe the thing off the coffee table and press answer; flopping back down on the couch almost as soon as you had gotten up, just next to Jim this time, though you do chuck your legs over his lap and get comfortable against his shoulder while he grumbles to himself some more. With another heavy sigh, you press the receiver to your ear.

"Hey."

"It's Friday night. What do you want."

"So???"

"So??" You repeat, huffing, exasperated. Lifting your head off his shoulder, you flash Jim your exasperated look and he rolls his eyes back; solidarity. "So- I-- I've had a long week. I wanna be alone with my g- Oh, whatever. What do you want?"

"Was just callin' to let you know there's been breach at Blackwater. Wondered if your beaux had anything to do with it."

Your eyebrows shoot up immediately. "... oh. Um." It's so nice, being able to say no to that question for once- refreshing. Jim's been here for hours, now. But maybe you shouldn't get the honour, you think, and offer the phone to Jim. "Breach at Blackwater. Reba wants to know what you know."

"Oh. Heh, gimmie." A cheerful grin suddenly slips across his face, and he happily takes the phone. "Hell-lo, Sheriff! How can I help you this fine night, hm?"

While they talk, you get comfortable; ducking your head again and letting it rest on Jim's shoulder, and closing your eyes. What you told Reba was the truth- it has been a long week, and you're exhausted. And you're not usually this girl, but right now all you want to do is soak up the company of your Old Man.

While he talks to Reba Jim notices your cuddliness, which is out-of-character for you but not at all unwelcome, and slips his arm around you- you happily curl in under his arm, yawning and burying your face in his shoulder. He gives you a kiss on the head, and you just about melt.

The conversation goes on for another few minutes, Reba interrogating Jim through the phone until she's happy with his answers. When she's finally done you can tell she asks to talk to you again, to say bye, because Jim glances down at you and does an 'uhhhhh, yeah sorry she's fallen asleep already.' when you yawn, again. Then he hangs up, turns the phone all the way off this time, and tucks it deep in the couch cushions; hidden for the night and probably much of tomorrow when you both inevidably forget where he put it. Then he looks down at you again, and a little frown spreads across his face.

"Whats gotten into you, huh sweetheart?"

"Nothin'," You hum back, folding one leg over the other restlessly and crossing your arms over your chest cosily; eyes still closed. "... just tired."

"Huh."

At that testy tone in his voice, you open your eyes and tilt your head back a tad to peer at him. "I'm fine." You assure, when he looks deeply uncertain. He's so cute, though, you can't help the tiny grin that tugs at the corners of your lips. "I just... " Carefully, you move up and settle yourself back comfortably in his lap; drawing your arms around his neck and resting your forehead against his. "I'm just feeling particularly affectionate towards you, is all~ " You tease, lightening the mood.

Jim does not seem fully convinced, but he switches to a sharp, vulgar smirk. Wicked. His shoulders roll, relaxing himself, before he speaks. "Oh really, darlin'?"

"Mhmm."

"I mean, I can't tell ya I don't appreciate that- " The grin turns cautious; a focused look in his eyes momentarily. "... but you're just tired, right? Nothin' is going on that I can do somethin' about? If someone's messing with you, sugar, I'll- "

Quickly you shake your head. "No, really, I'm just tired. Exhausting week."

"... alright then."

For a moment then you just rest there against him, your eyes flickering once to his eyes, before you take a deep breath in and raise up straight again. "... anyway." With sleeve mittens covering most of the skin of your hands you tuck them on either side of Jim's face, your fingertips slipping into his hair. "Were we doing something before? I feel like we were doing something."

A wry grin creeps across his mouth. "... I think we were- but I think you're gonna haveta jog the old memory, darlin'. It isn't what it used to be."

You give quiet giggle, and nod. "I can do that."

#i was feeling unchracteristically cuddly last night so i wrote this on my phone #i'll add tags later! ^^ #Jim Bickerman x Reader Drabble #Jim Bickerman x Reader #Jim Bickerman #Drabble

[thebradleybradshaw]

boyfriend!rooster headcanons | b.bradley

synopsis: lil boyfriend headcanons about life with bradley bradshaw ft. fem!reader

notes: hi babies !! here’s some soft & sweet headcanons about boyfriend life with rooster !! just wanted a nice little post for my angels after today’s events. likes, comments, & reblogs are always appreciated. enjoy !! xx

Nicknames for him: Roost, Roo, Brad, Lee, stinky, honey, lovey

Nicknames for you: sweetheart, darlin’, baby, babygirl, my girl

Big spoon energy.... except the off chance that he’s being a big pouting baby and wants to be the little spoon

100% calls kisses ‘smooches’

‘Give me a smooch, baby’ ‘gimmie smooch’ ‘plant a big ol’ smooch on me baby!’

He’ll walk up to you silently with his lips puckered out and won’t go away until you plant one on him

He likes to place his hands on your cheeks and just hold you there while he gives you such a deep kiss you’re seeing stars

This man has a kissing obsession

He’s always placing kisses to your forehead, especially at random: shopping, cooking dinner, dancing at the bar, saying goodbye

He’s also extremely touchy. Every time he touches you, you swear you feel dizzy and lightheaded. 

He loves to hold hands while you’re walking down the street and just swinging your arms

shared hobbies omfg

Hiking, couples’ walks, watching shows together, taking a painting or cooking class together

When the two of you got into cooking during quarantine, he had matching aprons made with your initials on it. he even had chef hats made, yours said head chef (it was also a major pun if you get the hint) and he was the sioux chef

The two of you have so many inside jokes it’s insane

You’ll look at each other while out to dinner with friends and try your best not to lose it while everyone stares at you wondering wtf is so funny

Meme King. He seriously has the perfect meme for every moment

Tiktok references

“That was too good, let’s get the bill....purr” is something Rooster says all the time, especially after a night out to dinner.

I 100% believe that Rooster would let you teach him Tiktok dances, but you could never ever actually post the video

He’s really good at the ‘Up’ by Cardi B dance

Speaking of Cardi B, Rooster will sing along to Meg the Stallion, Cardi B, Beyonce, and Lizzo at the top of his lungs. 

His go to karaoke song is either ‘Kokomo’ by the Beach Boys or ‘Truth Hurts’ by Lizzo and let me tell you he crushes them both

Matching outfits

He looooooves to match your outfits together. ‘Babe what color are you wearing tonight? I’ll match it’. He insists that pink is your ‘couples’ color’.

He bought you a locket necklace with a B on it, and somehow managed to get his picture in it. You only take it off to shower and sleep. 

You got him that gold chain that he also never takes off.

Baths together

We’re talkin bath bombs, salts, bubbles, the whole 9 yards. He’s got a special playlist for the occasion and plenty of tea candles to decorate the edge of the tub

He likes to lay back with you between his legs - you can feel his heartbeat on your back. 

His hands are obviously holding your boobs, that’s a given. Just simple caresses. He claims they’re his ‘anti-stress balls’.

He’ll be softly humming the latest song in your ear, placing kisses to your neck and hair.

He’s got the loofa all soaped up and dragging it along your exposed skin

Obviously after bath sex ensues

Speaking of after the bath:

Rooster has you lay back, catching your breath from your session as he rubs lotion on your legs, helping you get dressed in your softest pajamas

God damn does this boy love to take care of you!!!

Brushing your hair, helping with your skincare, picking out your outfits, making you lunches for work

I believe Rooster is the most fun person to go shopping with. He’s pulling on crazy outfits just to make you laugh. He’ll do a dramatic twirl in the fitting room. He’ll randomly grab different pieces that he thinks you’ll look good in.

Beach days!!!

He loves to take you to the beach and have some fun in the sun 

He’ll make sure you have all the SPF coverage that you need, sometimes lingering on putting it on your chest so you have to swat his hand away

Getting to massage his back, abs, and shoulders as you put it on him

The absolute power move it is to watch him getting out of the water, muscles glistening, skin tan and knowing that that is all yours

Laying on towels and sun tanning

Getting to watch the guys play football

Having that swooning romantic moment of Rooster chasing you, grabbing you by the waist, and running into the ocean together (punching the floor rn)

Long walks on the beach of course. He’s holding your sandals in one hand, the other hand is holding onto yours. Hair blowing in the evening breeze

 He is truly the most honest, caring, and loving boyfriend on this planet

He’s holding you close at night, brushing hair out of your face as you talk about the struggles of the day

He is always, always there to listen. He’ll hold you in his lap on the couch, nod along as you go on and on. 

A supportive King!!! No matter what it is you want to pursue he is there right behind you, cheering you on. He is truly head over heels in love with you and would lay down his life to ensure you get everything you want in life.

Even if that means letting you paint his toenails powderpuff blue

:)

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[ifonlyitwasmidnight]

There isn't a single thing he wouldn't want to see you in.

Happy timezone! It's Sunday here, which means random post day! It's wild to think that I only started posting my thoughts a week ago, and so many of you actually enjoy the things I'm putting up. I appreciate you all!

Anyways, today's inspiration: Draken and Kirishima.

CW/TWs: Violence, Unsolicited groping (on reader during club story). Other than that, we're pretty tame today.

As always, the full list of boyfriends is at the bottom.

Likes, comments, and reblog are appreciated! <3

You wanna spend your day lounging around in nothing but one of his long shirts? Fantastic.

"Babe," you called from the kitchen.

"Yeah?" He waited a moment and sighed heavily, getting up to see what you needed when you didn't answer.

He wasn't expecting to see you on your tip toes, struggling to reach something from the top shelf, with the tiniest piece of your luscious ass sticking out from under the shirt you had stolen from his drawer this morning.

"Good morning to you too, beautiful," he said, sliding up behind you and pressing you into the counter slightly, one hand trailing under the crease of your asscheek while he reached for the thing you couldn't grab.

"Gimmie a kiss, and it's all yours," he whispered, sending shivers down your spine.

You're all going out with friends, and you want to wear that hot as fuck mini body con dress you haven't found an excuse to wear yet? Put it on, baby. He can fight.

It wasn't how the night was supposed to go, but here you all were. Staring down at a creep who thought just because you were wearing something that made you feel confident meant he had the right to grope you.

Your boyfriend had been at your table, laughing and joking with the other significant others that stayed behind while you went to the dance floor with your friends. He'd occasionally look over, watching with a smirk while your hands were in the air, singing your favorite songs at the top of your lungs.

He knew you could fight your own battles, but when he looked down and saw you screaming at a guy, he was instantly on his feet, making his way towards you with his friends at his back, no questions asked.

"What's goin' on?" He asked when he reached you, an arm wrapping around your waist protectively.

"This stupid bastard thought he could just rub his hands all over me without my permission because I'm out here dancing!" You yelled over the music that was still thumping loudly, the rest of the club oblivious to what was happening outside of your group and this idiot with his few friends.

He was obviously drunk, "Look, man, if I had known she was your girl, I wouldn't have touched her," he laughed, and his friends joined in, "but, honestly, how did you let her leave the house wearing that? She was practi—"

He didn't have the chance to finish the sentence before your boyfriend smashed his fist into the side of his face, knocking him to the ground. Your boyfriend's friends going after the other few guys, taking care of them as well.

A simple touch from you was all that was needed for your boyfriend to stop slamming his fist into the offending man's face, who was now bloody and broken, lying on the club floor.

"You're lucky I don't fucking kill you," he growled before shoving the guy to the ground and standing beside you. His non-bloody hand cupped your cheek, searching your eyes frantically.

"Are you okay?" His voice was low and full of anger.

You shook your head, a smile gracing your perfect lips, "I'm fine. Should we go before you all get arrested? Again?"

Messy hair, leggings, and baggy hoodies? You've never looked more beautiful.

"Sweetheart, let's go!" He called from the front door for the fifteenth time. You guys were running late to meet everyone for lunch. You emerged from the hallway holding a pair of white sneakers.

He raised an eyebrow, "You changed. Again."

"Nothing is fitting right. So, I'm going with old faithful."

Old faithful being a pair of comfy black leggings and a simple black tank top under an oversized hoodie. Your hair was styled in your favorite comfy way that didn't pull too tightly at your scalp.

He loves when you are dressed like this. Comfortable and relaxed. It's how he knew his day would be low-key. How he knew that after you guys returned home, it meant snuggles and coffee on the couch watching trash TV or naps.

He lifted your eyes to his with a finger under your chin when you stopped in front of him, leaning with a hand against the wall to slip your foot into your sneaker.

"You look beautiful," he said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"You're my boyfriend. You have to say that."

"I don't have to say shit. But I'm going to anyways 'cause it's true, and you know it."

You did. Your boyfriend always made you feel like the most beautiful creature in the world. You could wear a bed sheet (which you regularly do) and be drop-dead gorgeous.

"Wanna cuddle when we get home?" You asked as you slipped on your second shoe.

"Can I be little spoon?" He answered with a smirk.

But, if he had to pick one outfit out of everything? It'd be the one that was reserved specifically for him. Nothing. (NSFW!)

You stood in front of the mirror after your shower, towel wrapped around your body and secured, busy going through your skincare routine when your boyfriend sauntered in.

He stopped and looked you over slowly, his gaze hungry.

You met his eye in the mirror and raised an eyebrow.

"What's up, handsome?"

"Have I told you today that you're gorgeous?"

A faint blush dusted your cheeks and a smile tugged at the corner of your mouth.

"You just did."

His hands trailed over your body, unhooking your towel, and you let it fall to the ground. The rough material of his jeans grazed against the backs of your thighs where you were leaning over the counter slightly.

His hands traveled up your tummy onto your chest, where he gently pinched your nipples between two fingers. You sucked in a shaky breath.

"Love you like this," he murmured against your temple, watching your reaction in the mirror as one of his hands traveled down your body. His hips slowly rutted into you from behind, his hard cock evident through the thick material.

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x literally ANY of the Toman boys, Ichigo, Renji, Kisuke Urahara, Kirishima, Bakugou, Hawks, Denki, Todoroki, Aizawa, Kakashi.

Honorable mention: Cloud Strife

This is truly the "if it fits, it ships" post.

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[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Salvation Chapter 7: Reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: Reader is walking home one evening and gets attacked in an alleyway... until the Devil of Hell's Kitchen himself comes to her rescue. After passing out during the ordeal, she wakes up in the apartment of one Matthew Murdock, a kind and handsome lawyer who treats her injuries. As she and Matt get to know each other and grow closer, will someone from Reader's past tear their happiness apart?

Warnings/Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Attempted Sexual Assault, Past Domestic Violence, Stalking, Kidnapping (Y'all, seriously, please mind the tags)

Word Count: ~31k total

A/N: None.

"Foggy, Foggy, Foggy, Foggy…"

What the hell is that? Y/N thought as she was pulled out of the best sleep she had gotten in years. 

"Foggy, Foggy, Foggy, Foggy…"

She realized that the noise was coming from Matt's nightstand. "Matt, baby, your phone is ringing," she mumbled. "Please make it stop."

"Mmm," Matt sleepily replied, his chest rumbling underneath Y/N's head. "'Kay."

"Foggy, Foggy."

Y/N nuzzled Matt's chest, sighing happily as blessed silence filled the room.

"Foggy, Foggy, Foggy, Foggy…" Matt's phone started up again.

"Shit," Matt muttered.

Y/N raised her head and cracked a bleary eye open as Matt reached towards his nightstand. "It'd better be murder or else I might be committing one," she joked.

Matt chuckled then answered the call. "Yeah, Foggy. No, I'm awake. What's up? Uh huh. Uh huh. Okay. Okay, I'll be there as soon as possible. Yeah. Yeah, I'll tell you about it later. Okay, bye."

He huffed out a laugh as he hung up. "You were right. Emergency client, wrongfully accused of murder. Meeting at the office in an hour."

Y/N stretched luxuriously, pleasantly sore in all the right places. "Mmkay. Gimmie just a minute and I'll get up and get going."

Matt looked torn. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. This isn't how I planned the morning after our first night together to go. I wanted to treat you right -- wake you up properly, make you breakfast in bed, maybe give you a massage since you like my hands so much…"

Y/N's face heated at both Matt's insinuation and the memory of what exactly he did with those hands the previous night. "It's okay. You can make it up to me later… As long as I get a repeat of last night too."

Matt grinned and gave her a kiss. "Mmm. Deal."

Y/N ogled him shamelessly as he got out of bed. "Shower together? It'll save both time and water. No funny business, I promise."

Matt grinned. "Oh, I think we have time for a little bit of funny business."

Y/N laughed. " Fine , but don't blame me if you're late."

They took a quick shower, (mostly) keeping their hands to themselves, then moved to the sink to brush their teeth before heading back to Matt's bedroom to dress.

Y/N pulled on the outfit she had intended to change into the evening before while Matt put on one of his suits.

Matt came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Mmm, I can smell myself on you," he said, nuzzling her neck. "I kind of like it -- the perfect blend of the two of us."

"Careful, Matt, your caveman is showing," Y/N replied with a laugh, tilting her head to give him better access.

Matt nosed at her pulse point, his stubble scratching deliciously along her skin. "It's intoxicating."

Y/N shivered. If someone's life hadn't literally been on the line... "Matt, honey, you're definitely going to be late if you keep this up because I'm about two seconds away from dragging you back to bed."

"Yeah, okay, good point." Matt gave her a quick kiss on her neck and let go. “We probably should get going.”

They exited Matt's bedroom and headed back into the main area of the apartment. 

Y/N grabbed her purse then walked over to the door, where Matt was waiting for her, cane in hand.

"What time is it?" Matt asked.

Y/N checked her phone for the time. "Mmm, 7:33, why?"

"Because I should have time to at least walk you home on my way to the office." Matt held out a hand. "Shall we?"

Y/N took it with a smile. "We shall."

They walked together to Y/N's house, making it quickly down the mostly-empty streets.

Soon they stopped in front of Y/N's door. 

Matt smiled. "I'll call you after I get done with this client. Maybe we can grab brunch? Or possibly a late lunch or early dinner, depending on how long this takes."

Y/N smoothed down Matt's tie and gave him a kiss. "Sounds great."

She bit her lip. "By the way, I had a really great time last night."

Matt grinned. "So did I. Looking forward to our re-do."

"Me too." Y/N gave Matt one last kiss. "Okay, Counselor, go help your client."

She unlocked her door and let herself in. As much as she would've loved to just stay in bed with Matt all day, she knew the people of Hell's Kitchen needed him.

She set her purse down then moved to the kitchen to grab a drink before heading upstairs to her office.

She plugged her phone in to charge and powered on her laptop, scrolling through her emails and flagging the ones from repeat clients with new jobs to reply to later before checking her freelancing account for new client requests. She rolled her eyes at the numerous term paper and college admissions essay requests and marked the few remaining as potentials.

She was considering starting on the latest web journal article one of her regulars had requested when her phone rang.

She smiled. "Hi honey, done already?"

"Hey, sweetheart," Matt replied. "No, Foggy and I are on our way to the police station to interview our client, but I just wanted to give you a heads-up that it'll definitely be closer to dinner by the time we hang it up for today."

Y/N could hear Foggy saying something in the background. 

Matt chuckled. "Foggy said he'll definitely need a drink or twelve tonight, so we could do dinner at the office and maybe Josie's after?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. Tell Foggy I'm in."

"Will do. So granted nothing else goes sideways… dinner around 7?" 

Y/N laughed lightly. "Sure. Want me to pick something up?"

"Yeah, that'd be perfect.  I gotta run for now, but I'll call you back later? We're here."

"Ok, honey. Good luck!"

"Thanks, sweetheart. Bye."

"Bye."

Y/N hung up and stretched. Well, since my day is now free I might as well use it to get a jump on work.

She popped in her earbuds and put some music on, then got busy, managing to knock out most of the projects she had already lined up for the week before she needed to get ready to go. 

She chuckled to herself as she marked her final task of the day off of her to-do list, pleased with her accomplishments. Who knew that being happy and in love would do wonders for my productivity?

She, Matt, Foggy, and Karen had wound up settling on Mimi's when Matt had called her earlier to work out dinner details, so Y/N showered and changed then headed out to pick up their food.

"Hi, Y/N. Mr. Murdock working today?" Abby asked when Y/N walked up to the podium.

Y/N nodded. "Yep, the law never sleeps, or however the saying goes."

Abby nodded then retrieved several to-go bags from the counter behind her. "Here's your order. Nonna also included dessert -- she's thinking about expanding the menu and is trying a few new recipes. I think she made panna cotta today."

"Oh, cool. Tell her thanks."

"Oh, and she also said to tell Mr. Murdock thank you for recommending us for that catering gig. That really helped business pick up."

"Will do. Thanks, Abby."

Y/N also stopped by the liquor store to pick up a couple of six packs of beer and bottles of wine before heading to Nelson & Murdock. "Knock knock!" she said as she let herself into the empty reception area. 

"We're in here!" Matt called out from the conference room.

Y/N headed down the hall. "I come bearing food."

"And you even brought wine and beer," Foggy said as Y/N entered their conference room and set the bags down.  "Bless you. See Matt, I told you she was a keeper."

Y/N laughed. "Aww gee, thanks, Foggy. That's nice to hear."

Y/N wrapped her arms around Matt, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, honey. Hey Kare."

"Hey, Y/N," Karen replied.

"Hi, sweetheart," Matt said, turning his head to give Y/N a proper kiss on the lips. "Thanks for picking up dinner."

"Yeah, thanks," Foggy added. "We really appreciate it. Today's been a day ."

Y/N shrugged as Karen began to unload the bags. "It's the least I could do for the hardest working legal team in New York. By the way, Mrs. Morelli sends her thanks for the catering recommendation as well as some panna cotta . Abby said she's testing out new desserts to potentially add to the menu."

"I will happily be Mrs. Morelli's culinary guinea pig," Foggy declared. "Everything she makes is excellent."

"100% agreed," Karen added, handing Y/N her food. "Here's yours, Y/N."

Y/N took her to-go container from Karen. "Thanks, Kare. Matt, honey, you want beer or wine?"

"Mmm, I'll take a beer," Matt replied. "Thanks, sweetheart."

Y/N sat next to Matt after pouring herself a glass of wine and handing him a beer. "So, how's the case going?" she asked as they all dug into their dinner.

"Well right now it's not looking too good," Foggy replied. "But we just started going over the files that the previous defense attorney had gathered. Turns out our client's former attorney was arrested on Friday for taking bribes, so let's just say that his files weren't exactly the most detailed or organized."

Y/N grimaced. "Yikes."

"We're basically starting from scratch," Karen added. "There's witnesses to be re-interviewed and discovery to try to track down, not to mention a major backlog of old cases that still need to be input into the new computer software. Plus I wanted to try to get started on updating our filing system tomorrow, but that's definitely not going to happen now."

Y/N took a sip of her wine. "Want some help?"

"Seriously?” Karen replied. “That would be great."

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, I had a really productive day today and don't have any major projects or pressing deadlines at the moment, so I can at least help get started on the data entry and filing stuff while you all focus on this case and whatever else that happens to come up in the meantime."

She grinned. "I mean, as long as Matt and Foggy don't mind the free labor."

"You're hired," Foggy said immediately. 

Y/N laughed. "Well okay then."

Foggy shook his head with a grin. "No but really, Matt and I have desperately been needing to hire another office assistant to help Karen, so you wouldn't be interested in actually coming to work for us, would you? I mean we couldn't pay you a lot but I'm sure we can work something out."

Matt nodded. "You know, I was thinking the same thing. Of course I'd never ask you to give up any of your clients, sweetheart, so feel free to say no if you're not interested, but we really could use the extra help."

Y/N bit her lip as she thought for a moment. "You know, business has been steady enough to where I was thinking about taking on fewer one-off clients and just focusing on clients with more regular assignments anyway, so how about I do full-time to start since my schedule's open then drop down to part-time once everything gets organized and you guys get this case under control?"

"That sounds fine to me. Foggy? Karen?"

"Yeah, that sounds great," Foggy added.

"That's super helpful," Karen chimed in.  

"Okay, then it's settled. When do you want me to start?"

Matt grinned. "Is tomorrow morning too soon?"

"No, tomorrow's fine."

"Okay, great," Foggy said. "We'll finalize your schedule and everything when you get here."

"Sounds good." 

Foggy tapped his hand on the table. "This calls for a toast. I think it's time to open the Jameson."

"I agree," Matt added. "I'll go grab it, be right back."

"Foggy, hon, why don't you go help him?" Karen chimed in as Matt left the room.

"Oh, I'm sure he's got it," Foggy replied.

Y/N bit her lip to keep from laughing as Karen shot Foggy a look. "I think Matt needs some help," Karen said pointedly.

"Oh… Oh, right! Right, I should go help Matt with that." Foggy stood. "Yeah, I'll be right back too."

Karen turned to Y/N as soon as Matt and Foggy were both out of the room. "Ok, so spill."

"Spill what?" Y/N replied innocently.

Karen rolled her eyes playfully. "You know what, missy! You're absolutely glowing and Matt looked more relaxed when he walked into the office this morning than I've seen him in years despite having been called in before 8 am on a Sunday, so something happened."

She gasped and dropped her voice to a whisper. "You two finally slept together, didn't you?"

Y/N grinned even as her face heated. "Now Kare, you know a lady never kisses and tells."

"You did! No wonder you're both in such good moods today."

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "Ok, ok, you got me. I stayed over at Matt's place last night."

"How was it?"

Y/N grinned slyly. "Which time?"

"Which time -- How many were there?"

"Well, there was the first time, which was perfect -- it was soft, and slow, and just… Well, 'earth-shattering' is really the only way I can describe it . There was a second time -- in the shower, I might add -- which was also amazing, then later on there was a third time, which… well, honestly probably ties with the first round as the best sex of my life." Y/N's face heated at the memory. After dinner Matt had made her fall apart twice on his fingers and tongue before making love to her again. "I tell you, Kare, the things that man can do with his hands and mouth… Not just good for arguing cases. Mmph." 

Matt was by far the most generous and caring lover Y/N had ever had. Sex with Colin had mostly consisted of making sure that Colin's needs were met and had almost always left Y/N unsatisfied; on the other hand, sex with Matt, however limited it was so far in Y/N's experience, had been very satisfying. Not only did Matt make sure Y/N's needs were fulfilled (and multiple times at that) before his own, but he also seemed to instinctively know exactly what Y/N needed without any guidance. 

Karen winced. "Oh, shit, so Foggy's call this morning then…"

Y/N shook her head. "We were still sleeping and even if we hadn't been someone's life is literally on the line, so it's totally okay."

She grinned. "Besides, Matt promised me a re-do."

Karen laughed. "You go, girl."

Y/N took a sip of her wine. "So since we're talking about really great sex, what about Foggy? I bet he's no slouch between the sheets either."

Karen grinned. "Not at all. Let me just say that his mouth also isn't only good for arguing cases."

Y/N raised her glass of wine. "To Nelson and Murdock, aces in both the courtroom and in the bedroom."

Karen laughed and clinked her beer bottle against it. "Cheers to that."

"Hey, ladies, what are we toasting to?" Foggy asked as he and Matt returned with a bottle of whiskey and 4 glasses.

"Oh, just to another job well done," Karen said. 

Y/N snorted out a laugh before turning towards Matt.

She frowned. "Matt, honey, are you feeling okay? Your face is really red."

Matt shook his head. "What? Oh, uh, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

Matt nodded as he set the bottle of whiskey he was carrying down on the table and sat. "Yep. Just a bit warm in here, that's all. I'll be fine in a minute."

"Okay, if you're sure."

"Mmhmm."

Y/N gave Matt another quizzical look before turning back to Karen. I hope he's not coming down with something. "Yeah, Kare, wow, very interesting story about that case. Impressive. Good job, all of you."

"Anyway, time to celebrate," Matt jumped in, opening the bottle of scotch and pouring them each a glass. "To the newest official employee of Nelson and Murdock -- welcome to the team, Y/N. Glad to have you join us."

"Thank you, thank you," Y/N said as they all clinked their glasses together. "Happy to be here."

The four of them finished dinner and moved on to dessert, all agreeing that Mrs. Morelli's panna cotta was the best thing they had ever eaten.

"Alright, I think I'm gonna call it a night," Y/N said after they had finished all of the beer and wine and half of the bottle of Jameson. "I can't do Josie's on top of all this, especially if I have to function in the morning."

Matt nodded. "I'll walk you home, sweetheart. We have a lot of work to do tomorrow, so I'm gonna call it too."

Karen stood and began to clean up. "Yeah, same. I'm exhausted." 

"Me too," Foggy agreed. "Thanks again for picking up dinner and drinks, Y/N."

Y/N gave a shrug. "No problem. Glad to help in any way I can."

They quickly cleaned up and headed out, Karen locking the door behind them. "See you two tomorrow," she said. 

"See you tomorrow," Y/N agreed.

"Good night," Foggy added.

"'Night," Matt added.

Y/N took Matt's hand as they made the familiar trek to her house, Matt not even bothering with his cane since he had Y/N to guide him.

"You're sure it's okay if I come to work for you?" Y/N asked as they walked. "I really don't mind just helping out temporarily until everything gets organized or you guys hire someone else."

Matt nodded. "Honestly, sweetheart, I'm thrilled that you'll be an official member of the Nelson and Murdock team. Not only do I really appreciate the extra help but it'll be great to be able to see you more often, even if we'll both be working." 

He paused. "Unless you've changed your mind?"

Y/N shook her head. "No, of course not, I'm just thinking… How are we going to handle our personal relationship while at the office? I know Karen works for you guys and she and Foggy are dating, but they got together way after you hired her. You literally just gave your girlfriend a job."

"Technically, Foggy gave my girlfriend a job. I just agreed to it."

Y/N playfully tapped him on the arm with her free hand. "You know what I mean."

Matt chuckled. "Yeah, I do. We're a private firm, so there's no rule against nepotism, and either way, it's not like we hired you solely because you're my girlfriend. You're more than qualified for the position. Besides, now that you're an official employee of the firm I can discuss cases openly with you, including our latest. You might have some insight that the rest of us haven't thought of."

He bit his lip. "By the way, thank you again for being so understanding about this morning."

Y/N shook her head. "Seriously, it's not a big deal. What you do is important and I can handle having the morning after date night interrupted on occasion if it means possibly saving a client's life." 

Matt gave her hand a squeeze. "I still want to make it up to you as soon as I can."

They paused outside Y/N's front door.

Y/N grinned. "You know, I'd invite you in but I'm starting a new job tomorrow and I really want to impress my bosses -- well, one of them, anyway. You see, he's this badass lawyer who really cares about helping people in need, and he's smart, and caring, and kind, and very handsome, and he looks great in a business suit…" Y/N trailed a finger down the lapel of Matt's suit. "Looks just as good out of it too, or so I hear. Hell of a good kisser and fantastic in bed, knows exactly how to please a woman."

Matt smirked even as his cheeks turned pink. "Oh really now?"

"Mmhmm." Y/N then reached up and traced the sides of Matt's glasses. "Oh, and he wears these red tinted glasses, which actually kinda give him this sexy air of mystery in addition to just being really cool."

Matt huffed out a laugh and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Sexy, huh?"

Y/N nodded. "Oh yeah. Very sexy."

"Kinda sounds like you're into him. Should I be jealous?"

Y/N pretended to think. "Nah, he already has a girlfriend and seems to be pretty devoted to her. Besides, who needs him when I have a smart, caring, kind, and incredibly hot and sexy boyfriend of my own to whom I'm 100% devoted?"

Matt laughed. "You know, maybe I should walk you to work anyway. Show this new boss of yours that you're spoken for, just in case."

God, Y/N loved him. "Yeah, okay, if you insist . But didn't you tell me that you just hired a new office assistant? Maybe it's me who should be jealous."

Matt pretended to think. "Hmm… well, my new office assistant is very patient, and understanding, and kind, and caring, and she's also beautiful both inside and out… but I'm pretty sure she has a boyfriend."

"Aww, gee, well that's too bad."

Matt shook his head. "Wouldn't matter anyway since I have a patient and understanding and kind and caring and very beautiful girlfriend of my own to whom I'm 100% devoted."

Y/N grinned. "Lucky girl."

Matt shook his head. "I'm definitely the lucky one."

Y/N's face heated. "Matt…"

Matt gave her a kiss on her forehead. "I'll be by around 8:30 tomorrow morning?"

"Sounds great." Y/N tilted her face up and gave Matt a slow and tender kiss. "Good night, honey."

She bit her tongue to keep from adding I love you . As much as she felt it, this wasn't the right moment to say it for the first time.

Matt nuzzled her nose with his before giving her one last peck. "Night, sweetheart. See you in the morning."

Y/N headed in and closed and locked the door behind her. Life can't get much better than this.

#lotmf writes #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock x yn #Salvation Masterlist

[thejunkerprincess]

Time for The Reckoning! Junker Queen/Odessa Stone x fem reader Pt. 2

warnings: Brat tamer, hard dom if you squint, lots of praise, fem and fem bodied reader, p in v action, aftercare

“Get ready, your queen has a lot more in store for ya tonight. I’ve gotta get some endurance training in before the fights~.”

Dez continues her assault on your neck and collar, causing you to writhe beneath her and stifle moans as she goes.

Suddenly, Odessa bites down hard on the junction of your neck and shoulder, eliciting a loud pleasured squeal from you. “Ill have none of your shyness tonight.” she says firmly. “I’ve earned those sweet little sounds fair and square, and you’ll give em to me, ya understand?” she says firmly, staring you down with a stern look. you nod quickly too flustered to speak, earning you a hard smack on your ass “I said do you understand! address your queen properly!” “Yes my queen!” you quickly get out, eager to please. “Theres a good girl love.”

Dez then moves down and kisses along your breasts and down your body all the way to your inner thigh placing a soft kiss and then a hard, contrasting, bruising bite there. You whimper and moan, out of breath already. Finally she makes her way to your aching core. “No panties tonight love? For someone who wanted to deny me whats mine you certainly dressed for this.” she smirks and runs her finger over your center. “Look who’s dripping after just a few bites and some kisses. Aren’t you just pathetic?” she then dives in, licking and sucking at your wet core, reveling in your loud raucous moans. Taking advantage of you being so caught up in pleasure, she sinks two fingers inside your soaked pussy and thrusts vigorously. “Oh Dezzie please don’t stop! you make me feel so good! Please please please i’m gonna cum!” You shouldn’t have said that. Instantly Dez halts her actions pulling away entirely. “No!!! Please i was so close!” you whimper and cry. Odessa steps away, grabbing her thick long strap and fastening it around herself. “Now princess, don’t be a brat. You know how i handle brats now don’t ya?” “Yes my queen.” you respond meekly, thinking about all the times you mouthed off or complained and were promptly punished. “Good. Now, you wanted me to sleep before. So i want you to beg me. Ill need a real convincin’ show for me to fuck ya sweetheart. If ya don’t deliver, you wont be finishin’ tonight.” Without missing a beat you begin pleading with her, “Please Dezzie please! I need it! I need it so bad! I’ve been such a good girl! Please Dezzie ill do anything!”

“Alright, Alright love. My princess always gets what she wants. On your hands and knees pet.” You move into position, eager for your queen to ruin you. She slides in slowly, and pulls all the way back out before slamming back into you. “Ah!~Please! Yes!” you cry at every thrust as your queen continues. Rough hard thrusts pummel you into the mattress as your queen takes you with no mercy. “Cmon princess scream like a good little bitch for your queen!” Odessa yells as she fucks you vigorously, smacking your ass as she pounds you.

After a few more punishing thrusts, you begin to feel that pressure build in your core, and before you can even speak, you squirt all over her cock screaming and your front collapsing into the bed. “Fuck, good girl Princess! So perfect for me. Cmon, one more love gimmie one more!” “Yes my queen! i wanna be a good girl for you! wanna make you happy!” you cry, tears of pleasure flooding your pillow beneath you “You’re always my perfect girl princess, always so damn good.” another rough thrust sends you slumping further forward, giving dez the opportunity to take you by your hips and batter your sweet spot, sending you into a symphony of cries of her name and ragged breaths as your eyes roll back and you gush for her once more as she reaches to toy with your sensitive clit as you cum. “Good girl, Gooood girl,~ My perfect princess. you like that dontcha’ babe?” you slur out near incoherent confirmation as dez slides slowly out of you, scooping you up after removing her strap and cradling you as she coos soft praises and holds you as you drift to sleep. a kiss is placed on your forehead as your queen whispers, “I love you princess, sleep tight.” and drifts off too.

#junker queen lemon #junker queen x reader smut #junker queen imagine

[harleyquinnaskblog]

HIYA SWEETHEARTS!

♦️♦️♦️♦️

makin my debut on tumblr since all my pals are here. i’m the one and only Harley, if ya couldnt tell from my on point theming. gimmie all the questions, no holdin back!!!

(out of character- if anyone would like to talk/plan ideas for their characters, feel free to message me! also, the beast running this askblog is currently on a little holiday, so if i’m slow to respond, that is why! love ya x)

#harley quinn askblog #harley quinn #rouges askblog #i wondered why the others were spending so long on their phones. who woulda thought it was on my favourite middle school hellsite! #askblog #my tag is: #askharleyquinn

[thewickedlywenchy]

I can’t stop asking pervy questions lol!

16, 23, 24, 25 & 27

Have I created a monster? 😂 I love to talk so no problem!! Ok pervert......here we go!

16. Morning sex or nighttime sex? Yes please!! And lunch time sex and random just because sex......YES!YES!YES!!!!

23. Do you like foreplay? I love foreplay! Foreplay doesn't always need to be physical either. Sexting all day with your partner, teasing each other in public (I 100% do this! Flash a nipple in a crowded restaurant, leave the table to go to the bathroom and text naughty pix while they are waiting at the table.) Being playful with each other......for me all of that leads to foreplay, and that leads to sex and that can only be a good thing!

24. What turns you on the easiest? In addition to being a pervert I am also a romantic. Hard to believe I know....lol. If we are talking physically.....a beard or stubble on my neck while whispering sweet nothings in my ear......or down right dirty talk works too!! If I'm called baby girl at any point I will just melt into a puddle of goo.

Also a lot goes on mentally for me too. I like someone that can take my sass and throw it right back at me. A little flirty sexy banter works every time!

25. How do you feel about creampies? 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥gimmie!gimmie!gimmie!!!

27. Have you ever had sex with the same gender? I have. If I could clone myself I'd definitely fuck me.....lol. I find women very beautiful and I do notice an attractive woman in public. I have never been in an actual relationship with another woman. But sex yes. More than a few 3somes also. But as I get older I am much less tolerant of bullshit and drama and I definitely prefer men. I honestly don't know how you guys put up with us because there are maybe 2 women I can get along with....lol. Maybe it's me?? Nahhhh I'm a sweetheart! It's gotta be them😂😂😂

[sweetyyhippyy]

Can’t Sleep. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*

(None of the pictures are mine. Only the edit!)

Summary: Based off this post @eddies-ashtray​ made and what @harryshawaiinshirt said in the comments. Eddie comes home after a long day at work and falls asleep cuddling reader. 

TW: Eddie being a soft boy (wanting cuddles, wanting to be babied by his girlfriend). Reference to sex at the end. 

Word Count: 1k

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The one thing that sucked about Eddie working so late, was 9/10 times, he woke her up when he got home, even if he tried to tiptoe around the room.

His clumsy self would knock something over, bump into something, or she would just sense him in their room.

Tonight was no different, she woke up once she heard their bedroom door click shut, jumping slightly.

“Sorry, I really tried to stay quiet.” Eddie whispers, taking his bath towel and drying his chest off. “You looked really comfy, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t even hear you get in the shower.” She mumbles, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Did you get my note about the dinner I left in the fridge for you?”

Eddie finishes drying off, opening the top dresser drawer to grab the first pair of boxers on top, and sliding them on. He climbs into bed next to his girlfriend, throwing the blankets over himself as he cuddles behind her, throwing his arm around her. “I did. I practically inhaled it.” He says, kissing her cheek over and over. “Thank you, sweetheart. How was your day?”

“I missed you, of course. But it wasn’t too bad. Wanted a kiss all day.” She smiles and turns her head toward him, pouting her lips out to beg for a kiss.

“Oh, a kiss here?” Eddie teases, kissing the top of her head with a laugh.

“Nooo.” She whines, making kissing noises with her lips.

“Oh! There!” He smirks, finally kissing her lips. “Mmm, gimmie another.” He goes back in for seconds, this time lingering longer. 

She sighs contently, happy that he was finally home and that she could go back to sleep.

“I love you.” Eddie mutters in her ear, practically falling asleep already.

“Mm, I love you more.” She replies, cuddling against him closer.

It wasn’t long before Eddie started his usual falling asleep routine. He was sometimes an absolute nightmare to sleep next to, between him tossing and turning before he finally fell asleep, his muscles twitching against her, and then when he was finally asleep, he was constantly murmuring/talking, sometimes kicking her, snoring, and worst of all he ran hotter than the surface of the sun.

He kept moving behind her, pressing himself against her - not in a sexual way, just a result of him fidgeting.

She huffs in slight annoyance, hoping he wasn’t too far into his sleep that he didn’t hear her. She could feel his body relax against hers finally, all of his movements seizing. Finally it was her turn to go back to bed.

At some point she had woken up, her whole body was covered in a layer of sweat, her back especially since Eddie was still pressed right against her.

She whines, throwing the sheets off of her in order to cool down. It wasn’t nearly enough for her, so she wiggles out of his hold to scoot to the other side of the bed.

Eddie wakes up feeling his arm flop onto the bed. “Babe?” He rasps, sleep still laced in his voice. “Where you going?”

“You’re too hot, Eds. I’m sweaty.” She responds, fixing her pillow underneath her.

Eddie pouts slightly, waiting until she’s settled to scootch next to her in bed, snaking his arm under her shirt.

“Eddie,” She whines. “Baby, I love you but you’re practically burning up. I can’t sleep when I’m sweaty.”

“But I can’t sleep when I’m not touching you.” He knew exactly what he was doing using his cute little “innocent” voice on her.

She rolls over to her back, looking up at his dimly lit face from the moon light that was seeping through their blinds. “You are a fucking brat, you know that?” She jokes, rolling over to rest her head on his bare chest, his skin slightly sticky with sweat.

Eddie wraps his arm around her, a smile of triumph on his face while he leans down to kiss her head. “But you know I really can’t go without touching you when we’re sleeping.”

She can hear the smile on his face, which makes her bite her own smile back. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go back to bed, you giant heating pad.”

It felt like only 20 minutes had passed before her alarm went off at 8:30, making both of them jump at the noise.

She blinks awake, feeling the weight of Eddie’s head on her chest and some of his hair tickling her bare skin. At some point she had woken up again in a hot sweat from Eddie’s body and ripped her shirt off, and she knew at some point he had woken up afterwards and noticed his girlfriend topless and decided to bask in it.

“Turn it off.” Eddie mumbles against her skin, not moving his body an inch.

“I would, but your big, sweaty head is on me.” She wiggles underneath him, trying to get him to move just a little bit.

Eddie huffs dramatically, letting her go and flopping himself back on the bed, belly down on the mattress.

She rolls over and turns the alarm off finally, laying back down next to him. She wraps her arm around his warm body and hugs him close to her, kissing his back. “Mornin’ sleepy head.”

“No, you’re mean.” He mumbles.

“Why are you being a cry baby?” She teases in a cute voice, nuzzling her head next to his face.

“You said I had a big head. Plus you were being mean to me last night when I wanted to cuddle with you.”

She knew he was just giving her a hard time, that what she was doing or saying didn’t really hurt his feelings, he just wanted to be babied by her, especially so early in the morning. “I know what’ll make you feel better.” She sings in his ear, nipping at the skin below his lobe.

Eddie slightly picks his head up, curious to hear her offer.

“How about lazy morning sex, and breakfast before I have to go to work to say I’m sorry for being mean to you?” She whispers softly in his ear before being practically shoved onto the mattress and his body weight on top of hers.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson headcanon #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson x fem reader #Eddie Munson x fem! reader #Eddie Munson x reader

[eternalmp3]

// this is the first fic i’ve wrote in years pls be kind🥺🥺

you walk through the door to eddies trailer after getting the supplies from the store, eddies laying on the sofa legs laid open as if an invite for you to sit, as he catches you looking he smiles “take a seat sweetheart” you chuckle “eddie shut up i’m busy” you walk to the bathroom and bring out the red box hair dye,

you bleached your hair yesterday at home and surprised eddie with it last night as he climbed through ur window after you dried it, “holy shit y/n that’s hot as fuck” “eddie as much as i appreciate you, you don’t have to lie” you laugh and stroll over ti your mirror “it’s bleach yellow but it’s light enough to add red to it” this makes eddie noticeably excited, he comes up behind you and rests his head on ur shoulder with his arms around your waist “it’s almost as if you knew my favourite colours red” he chuckles, you turn round and give him a light peck on the lips before shooing him out of ur room, he leaves out the window and you go to sleep.

you put on one of eddies old t-shirts, the one he gave you specifically for dying your hair, and start putting the dye on ur hair it took about 3 minutes for eddie to get bored and come into the bathroom with you he sits on the toilet and watches you

“eddie instead of gawking at me atleast make yourself useful and help me get the back” you joke but he gets up and puts the extra gloves you had on “gimmie the dye pretty lady”

you’ve been dating eddie for 6 months but he always makes your heart melt with his little pet names, you never were one for them but eddies changed your perspective on a lot of things.

“i love this colour of u, really brings out your eyes… if your eyes were red that would be even better” he chuckles “i’ll buy red contacts just for you” you smile and continue dying the front parts of your hair

hoping that eddie hasn’t made a mess of your head “all done” he smiles confidently

“now your sure there isn’t any patches? and it’s completely covered eds?”

“it’s completely covered y/n, no dry patches no streaks all done.. dungeon master turned hair dressed” you both laugh as you try and get a glimpse of the back of your head in the mirror “okay fine you did good m’love” you kiss his lips softy, he puts his hands at the side of ur cheeks and kisses you hard and quickly “eds do you have a plastic bag? one i can put in my head?” he looks at you with a confused look on his face “why di you need a bag for your head exactly? “

“to trap the heat in so it develops right” he looks at you again confused as ever but hands you one from the kitchen you put the back on ur head and look at eddie, you both burst out laughing “don’t laugh at me eds” you say laughing “i’m not, i’m not i swear” he says trying to hold in his laughter he sits on the couch and u sit next to him cuddling into his side, you look up at him admiring him, knowing he’s yours. his hair is always so fluffy and cute, especially in the morning but he barely lets you touch it. unless he’s begging you for head massages, he looks at you noticing you staring “come out with it, what’re u thinking of love?” you smile “you”

he blushes “what about me exactly?” you sit up with your legs in a basket “you should let me dye your hair” he laughed a little too loud “absolutely not y/n no way”

“pleeeeaaaase baby” he smiles “absolutely not” you look at him with your puppy dog eyes “i don’t care how cute you are definitely not” you sigh “not even a little stripe? we could match” you say smiling he pulls you into his lap your straddling his legs he looks deep into your eyes “i love you so much but absolutely not” he kisses you lightly and chuckles “i’ll think about it” you stand up and squeal a little “okay cmon i said i’d think about it” he stands up and hugs you “that doesn’t mean yes” you pull away and laugh “but that doesn’t mean no!” realising it’s time to wash the dye out “oh shit! i need to wash this out” you walk to the bathroom and eddie follows “let me do it” eddie wines you turn and look at him “really?” you smile “please can i?” you pull the bag off your head “okay eds” your heart warns of the small sweet gesture

he washes your hair gently and massages your head softly “am i doing it right?” “mmmh” you said slightly moaning “did you just-“ “eddie you can’t do that to my head and not expect me to moan” he laughs and u join in

you wrap the towel around your hair and sit in the sofa with eddie

“so when do you dye your hair next?” you turn to him “probably next month if this washes out fast” he looks excited “okay good i’ll do it next time, by myself without your help” you smile and hug him “okay eds that’s fine with me, as long as u do whatever you were doing to my head again”

“fine with me sweetheart”

#eddie munson fic #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn

[fandomfluffandfuck]

s, s, i’m. god. s i’m here to utterly praise you. when i say that i come back to “keep quiet nothing comes as easy as you” nearly once a week i legitimately mean that. good lord it’s so delicious. dumbification is so underrated.

this passage: “Ohh—” Daddy purrs, catching on quickly “—this pussy gonna cum again, isn’t it? Yeah, yeah , gimmie it, sweetheart.” Impossibly Steve’s thrusts get harder. Really punching his sweet spot. Reeeally dragging his clit against Daddy. His entire groin is on fire. “C’mon, pretty boy. Squeeze that pussy around Daddy’s cock and cum on it— own it, sweetheart. Get it wetter and make Daddy’s cock yours. Yeah, yeahhh,” he groans heartily, fat dick throbbing inside Bucky, “that’s it—do what you do best, Daddy’s dumb lil thing. C’mon, make a mess a’your Daddy. Make Daddy look jus’ as slutty as his pretty, stupid lil boy. All wet and wrecked.” GOD?????

it just has me thinking about this specific steve tying this bucky up all pretty and wringing orgasm after orgasm out of him until he can’t physically come again. i dont know how you do it but this fic deserves a thousand kudos over. it’s filthy and wet and perfect.

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Thank you!! I also have fics that I return to again and again, and knowing that some people do that with my fics is always mind-blowing! Thanks!

And, woof, that's a great fucking idea. Baby would be dead by the end of that, too worn out--too fucked out to even shake. He'd be entirely limp in the ropes tangling him up. A whole mess of wetness dripping onto the floor underneath him after all of those sharp, intense, back-to-back orgasms 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Thank you again!!

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