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rat-that-writes · 2 years
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Play-Wrestling the Egos | HCs
a/n: i finally acquired the braincell
taglist: @softladyhours @chaos-carnation
tw: 2 references to sex but theres nothing explicit
🖤Dark🖤
sometimes he cheats and uses the shadow void tendril thingies
but most of the time he likes to watch you struggle to push him off you
he lets you sometimes just to see you all proud and determined but then just squishes you again
if you get him while he’s not focused on Squashing You then you could maybe win if he’s tired
8 times out of 10 you are getting folded though
evil evil evil boy /aff
💙Damien💙
ALWAYS lets you win hes a gentleman
he loves seeing you so proud of yourself
although he does put up a bit of a fight so you’re even more proud when you do win
hes usually the one to initiate it
just tackles you into bed sometimes
one time you wrestled on the sofa downstairs and the poor butler almost had a heart attack he thought unsavoury activities were taking place
you both ran upstairs blushing and giggling
❤️Actor Mark❤️
always loses
even if he’s physically bigger and/or stronger than you he will lose every time because he doesnt know how to fight
he just pouts and tells you if he doesn’t get kisses he will die immediately
baabyyyyyyy you’re gonna mess up my hairrrrr
you could fold him like a wet towel and he couldn’t even do anything about it
sopping wet pool noodle of a man /aff
💛Illinois💛
“awww, darlin, you look so cute trying to be tough”
sometimes he lets you win because you look so cute all proud
but you also look cute all pouty when you lose
hes enjoying it immensely either way
but if you wear his hat he’ll be too distracted to win
but that involved stealing the hat first and he knows what you’re going to do if he gives you his hat
CHASE him for the hat
🤍Yancy🤍
lets you think you’re winning then BAM you’re underneath him and he is GRINNING
apologises with kisses
“i’m sorry angel i just love the squeaks you make when i flips youse over”
tell him hes mean and he will smother you in kisses
he will tackle you without warning if he’s consumed caffeine
🚀Engineer Mark🚀
its 50/50 with him
sometimes he’ll let you win and sometimes he will remind you about all those muscles underneath his space suit
“come on Captain, you can’t fight me off? you’re adorable. Maybe i’ll let you win next time.”
but if you REALLY try he will let you win because oh my god thats even cuter look at youuuuu
celci caught you two once and didnt speak to mark for 6 days she was absolutely disgusted /hj
to be fair she did also think you were indulging in unsavoury activities
🔪Murdock🔪
if you ask him if he wants to play wrestle he will chase you first
with no warning
“hey murdock wanna wrestle-“
*gets up and bolts towards you menacingly*
then when you’re too tired from running to fight back he gently holds you down and smiles so evil at you
awful bastard man /aff
but sometimes he lets you win if he’s really tired and you’re already in bed
he does little growls when he’s tired
he pretends to fall asleep once you think you’ve won then he flips you over and sleeps on you
nasty terrible boy /aff
🌌God of Night🌌
“why are you trying to fight me”
“because it’s fun!”
🧍🏻‍♂️
he doesn’t know what to do about this
you are pushing him and dragging him with all your strength but hes yknow a GOD so he’s just
🧍🏻‍♂️
eventually picks you up like a wet sponge and kisses your head
its like a “good effort” sticker
🏃🏻‍♂️Heehoo🏃🏻‍♂️
why would you even try this
he is winning the second you put your hand on him
you are getting tumbled around like sack of onion
one onion
your brain is the onion
if you let him he’d throw you up in the air like pizza pie
he makes sure to keep you from getting any bruises or injuries though
careful boy even if he is treating you like a tennis ball
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thatboisus · 3 months
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“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.
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l0caltiredgirl · 4 months
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when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut
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the struggle is real
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realangelahernandez · 4 months
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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?
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murc0ck · 1 year
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i know he's fictional but i would love nothing but to devour that man
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fixforthesoul · 6 months
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OPEN LETTER TO FANFICTION WRITERS ON ACCESSIBILITY; PLEASE READ.
first of all, thank you for spending your time, seldom acknowledged and definitely deserving of a compensation you are not receiving, to entertain us. i’m speaking on behalf of more than just blind readers, but everyone. you’re sick as hell.
i’ve summoned you to provide some information you may not already know. i know a lot of you like fonts. especially those who cross post their work on wattpad. i admire any and all acts of aestheticism to a degree, and can understand the desire to use them. (blind folk, sorry y’all. momma’s making a point.) 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔣𝔣 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰, it’s cute. 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 is a little cuter to me, if i had to choose. or maybe 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈?
now, sighted folk: if you’re on mobile, i implore you to participate in a little exercise for me. select this text and scroll through all the copy/paste/define/‘search the web’ options until you get to the speak portion. if you need to change a setting for your phone to do so, would you mind? i’d really appreciate it.
please make your phone read aloud part of my post, and be sure to include any bits with those super cute fonts. 𝕚’𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝕚 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪, 𝕚 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕠𝕤 𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖.
whether you participated and discovered it for yourself or you thought this was a crock of shit you’d rather not sniff, i’ll tell you! screen readers cannot dictate words using those fonts. at least, on a majority of devices. not mine, or any of my mutuals elsewhere.
you do not have to change your behavior on my behalf, but please be aware that fonts limit access to your work.
blind readers do exist, i exist, and i am bound by the same feelings of dogged longing that make other sad horny bitches read angsty, smutty, father-wounded nonsense.
thanks for making it this far. i really hope my sincerity is being conveyed, reading makes me so happy and i’m not the only person on this app who relies on accessibility settings more often than not. do with this information what you will, and have the day you deserve!
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Yeah, I'm fine
*Types "<character name> x reader" into tumblr search bar*
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itscherrylipsforme · 3 months
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Mom: When I was your age I liked men in their twenties
Aunt: When I was your age I liked men who were around twentyfive
Me rn: ...
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Based on a thought I had after having this same conversation during a family dinner
I am open to write for any of them, if someone asks me to do it btw
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ivuhe · 4 months
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I hate reading a x reader fic (or any fic tbh) where one character is like "big, buff, scary, man" and then "scared, defenseless, innocent girl." ... Like there's a way to write about a masculine character without pushing stereotypes or taking away from them (yk?)
Also, here's my incredible and accurate rendition of how those fics depict the relationships:
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theautomattic · 5 months
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Matt Murdock scenes that will forever live rent free in my head:
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Aggressive undressing + buttons flying everywhere + cross necklace getting yanked + wet look...FOREVER CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY
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The grip on the chair + ab flexing + caressing Claire's elbow + the smirk.... A++++ WOULD SMASH
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Bedhead + ab flexing + the smirk after replying a lie to Foggy about sleeping with a violent girl....MATT MURDOCK A CONFIRMED FREAK
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chvoswxtch · 5 months
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taste
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pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader
summary: matt just wants a taste.
warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)
a/n: it’s thanksgiving here today, and despite my mixed feelings about this holiday, I am thankful for all of y’all. so, here’s a little treat from me to you bc I haven’t shown our favorite human disaster some love in awhile. 🖤
word count: 1.1k
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Matt lost track of how long he’d had his head buried between your thighs. Your hair was still damp from your shower earlier, fresh notes of citrus and green apple lingering on the silk sheets. That coupled with the crisp sandalwood of his own cologne from the worn Columbia shirt of his you had stolen to bed intertwined with your own distinct scent lit a fire of desire within him. He’d discarded a layer of his black suit with every silent step he took descending the staircase that led up to the rooftop door.
It had been a bad night, and Matt’s inherent Catholic guilt was at an all time high. So, he positioned himself exactly where he thought he belonged.
On his knees.
Matt held your soft thighs in his rough, calloused hands, his warm tongue lazily tumbling over your swollen clit over and over again. He slipped his tongue through your soaked folds much like he had the first time he had really kissed you; when a sweet kiss good night had ended with your back firmly pressed up against your front door and the two of you panting into each other's mouths.
Angelic pleas for mercy had sounded from your lips in various intervals, but your greedy fingers continued to tug him just a little closer by tight grips on his chestnut strands. Neither one of you seemed to be able to quit the other. Matt’s nose was nuzzled against your public bone, and his plump lips were wrapped around your clit, alternating between suckling languidly at a pace that made your eyes roll into the back of your head and dragging his tongue up and down the length of your entire pussy meticulously.
Every time you let out a desperate chant of his name and rolled your hips up in a needy way in search of more, Matt groaned loudly and moved his own hips in tandem. He had been rutting against the mattress for God only knows how long now, the front of his briefs completely soaked from the weeping slit on the head of his throbbing cock. He’d never been so painfully hard in his life.
But Matt didn’t feel like he had earned a release yet.
Despite the several tangy coats of your arousal on his tongue, he wanted more. He needed just a little more.
Just one more, he told himself, then he’d finally let himself fuck you. But right now, he was exactly where he wanted to be. Face nestled against your pussy, feeling your heartbeat pounding against his welcoming tongue, smelling the scent that was uniquely you right under his nose, hearing the verbal reassurances of how much you needed him, and how badly you wanted him.
Praises of his name and confessions of love slowly lifted the self imposed weight that laid heavy on his chest like cement. If an angel like you believed the Devil deserved Heaven, then maybe he did. You didn’t ask for his penance, but he wanted to give it. He wanted to be worthy of being the man you made him feel like he was.
Matt ignored the ache in his jaw, and he whimpered against your core as his briefs snagged against the sensitive head of his cock just right. He wasn’t gonna last long. Not with the heavenly aroma of you surrounding his senses completely, the sweet sound of your pleasure hitting his ears, the thrum of your impending climax thundering against his tongue.
He never wanted to come up for air. If this was how he was going to die, drowning in the tidal wave of your gratification, then he’d die a happy man.
Matt used his index and middle finger to spread your slicked pussy apart, eagerly swirling his tongue around your pulsing nub before switching to flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth across it like a metronome. God, you were so warm and soft, and so fucking wet. He couldn’t tell where his saliva ended and where your own essence started, but he didn’t fucking care. The only taste he wanted seared into his taste buds was yours anyway.
He delved his tongue as deep within your cunt as he could, fucking you with it sensually while his nose bumped against your overstimulated clit repeatedly. You were close again. He could tell by the hitch in your breaths and the quiver in your soft thighs that were enclosed tightly around his head.
Matt never felt like he deserved you, so he made it his personal mission to make sure he earned you.
As soon as another wave of your candied tang drenched his mouth and dripped down his stubbled chin, Matt exploded with a pathetic whimper, feeling his own sticky warmth coating his lower abdomen and the tops of his thighs. The only reason he pulled his face away from your cunt was because you weakly pushed at his shoulders with your trembling hands.
“Fuckfuckfuck…Matty…I can’t. I-God, I need a minute-“
The breathless pants sounding from your lips were an elegant symphony to his ears. He closed his eyes while resting his head on your smooth thigh, trying to catch his own breath. For several minutes neither of you said anything, just laid there tangled up in the sheets together, basking in the afterglow of pleasure.
All of a sudden, Matt sensed a shift in you. He heard your eyes flutter open, and felt the way you shifted your head off the pillow to peer down at him in curiosity.
“Matty…did…did you-“
“Yeah.”
He didn’t bother hiding it. He wasn’t ashamed. He’d be pissed when the cloud of lust currently fogging up his brain eventually cleared and he realized he ruined yet another set of silk sheets, but right now, he was too satisfied to give a shit about anything other than this moment with you.
A melodic giggle immediately erupted from your chest, and Matt squeezed your thigh teasingly in retaliation which caused you to squeal.
“Hey! I wasn’t making fun of you. It’s actually quite flattering that you enjoy having your head between my thighs so much that you can come from that alone.”
“Sweetheart, you could make me come just by reading our grocery list.”
Another round of angelic giggles fell from your lips, and a quiet whine of disapproval sounded from Matt when he felt you shifting in bed. Much to his dismay, you moved your soft and warm thigh away from under his head, which caused him to purse his plush lips in a pout. But before he could even protest, you were gently pushing him onto his back and brushing your lips against the shell of his ear.
“Maybe I’ll test that theory later, but right now, I’d rather make you come with my mouth in a different way.”
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rat-that-writes · 2 years
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things i think murdock texts you
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thatboisus · 4 months
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he wants me so bad (he’s fictional and i read a fanfic about him)
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l0caltiredgirl · 11 months
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me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:
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like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together
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realangelahernandez · 24 days
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🎵I’m a feminist obviously but I really wouldn’t mind him saving me🎶
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foli-vora · 1 year
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pretty boy
matt murdock x f!reader
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A/N: This gif should be fucking illegal. There I was, just minding my own business at 12.30am thinking ‘hey I should probably get some sleep’ and then bam—suddenly I was obsessed with needing to suck this man’s dick. So here we are—enjoy.
This is a drabble of 500+ words and I can’t be bothered tagging so yeah.
Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY: oral sex (m), swallowing, the need to have this man weak and whiny at my fingertips… look, this is probably a mess but idgaf
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He’s so fucking thick.
An ache is quick to build in your jaw, your mouth straining uncomfortably as his cock disappears beyond your lips. He hits the back of your throat and you inhale sharply to push just that little bit further, to take him deeper, to drive him closer to that sweet edge you’d been teasing him with.
You fight the discomfort eagerly, practically hanging onto every little whine and exhale that falls from his lips. He always sounds so fucking pretty, breathless from being lost in his pleasure and full of praise for every inch you take greedily.
He never knows where to put his hands, and you’d laugh if you didn’t have the solid length of him heavy and throbbing against your tongue.
His fingers trace your cheek, glide over where your lips part around the width of him, swipes through the saliva that gathers at the corner and spills down your chin. They curl around the back of your head, and you tremble from the strength you feel lingering behind his touch, the temptation to hold you steady and fuck up harshly into your mouth almost overcoming his patience.
One day you’d break him. One day. 
His hands move again, quickly coming to rest over yours where they’re spread out across the scarred expanse of his hips, holding him in place. He’s quick to intertwine his fingers with yours, seeking a physical tether to the world as he drowns in an endless void of ecstasy. 
A brief tang of salty precum oozes from the tip of his cock and sinks into your taste buds as you pull back enough to take a breath, and your tongue drags over the smooth head firmly before gently rubbing along the lower side where you feel his frenulum, massaging the spot over and over and over—
He jolts, toned stomach jumping at the sensation and you groan weakly around him, eyes fluttering as he bucks into your mouth. He’s close. You hear it in the way his lips form the plea of sweetheart, the way he helplessly cries out for his God and begs for that little push over the edge.
Please, sweetheart. Just a little more, j-just like that—God, please, yes—
He erupts on your tongue with a flood of thick heat and a delightfully filthy moan that has your weeping cunt clenching from the low obscene rumble of it, and you swear you’ll never get enough.
You swallow it all down eagerly, tongue rolling over the length of him until he finally starts to soften in your mouth and his thighs start to shake from overstimulation. You pull away and let him fall from your lips with a low pop before delivering a final kiss to his thigh and standing. You resume dressing, fingers numb from his tight hold and slow as they try to continue buttoning your shirt as the morning light filters through the window. 
He pants into the air of the bedroom, a blissed out, tired smile pulling at the corners of his lips as he swims in his post orgasm waves, “What was that for?”
“You’re just so damn pretty, Matthew.”
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