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[harrie-fic-center]

druig

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[stranger-nightmare]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Eddie gets handsy whilst the two of you stargaze at Lover’s Lake. that’s it, that’s the whole plot

Warnings: fluff, smut, fingering / masturbation (f receiving), slightest bit of manhandling, slight dom!Eddie, praise kink, minors DNI

A/N: yes I absolutely had to get a picture with a good shot of his hands because, well, you know… anyways I haven’t written and released anything in nearly two months. I’ve been in such a slump and honestly it’s been hard to get back into the swing of writing but I’m so in love with this boy that I just had to write something with him! I hope you guys like it, forgive me if my writing skills are a bit rusty! <3

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

Stargazing at Lover’s Lake was a frequent occurrence for you and Eddie now. The two of you would come here almost any time you wanted to escape the stress and drama of real life. Whenever you just needed some time alone, together.

Here at Lover’s Lake all that existed was the moment. No stresses, no worries, no pressure. Just you and Eddie in the back of his van, soft and blankets and pillows littered beneath and around you. The back doors open so you could watch the water and the night sky.

All there was to acknowledge was the feeling of Eddie’s warm chest behind you, his legs on either side of your yours, his hands folded over your stomach as he held you against him.

The two of you sit in happy comfortable silence as you watch the stars dance in the water’s reflection. Eddie’s skilled guitar fingers were absent-mindedly tapping and tracing patterns on your stomach. You’d almost zoned out the feeling as you admired the glitter that decorated the sky.

That was until you felt Eddie’s fingers trace lower down your body, dipping under the hem of the loose shorts you were wearing. Then all your attention goes straight to those fingers of his as they move even lower, skimming the hem of your panties. Your breath hitches and you can practically feel Eddie’s smirk from behind you.

“This okay?” He whispers into the silence of the night.

You nod and shift your hips, indicating it was more than okay, that you wanted him to touch you.

He places a tender kiss to your cheek as his fingers breach the top of your panties, pushing underneath until his fingers grazed over your now aching pussy. You moan softly as his fingers move through your folds, collecting the slick that had pooled there just from having him hold you for a while.

Your body practically shivers as he brushes against your clit. He lets out a quiet groan, barely audible over your shuddering breath, as he begins small, gentle circles over your clit.

You could feel him slowly begin to grow hard behind you, the tight tent of his trousers pushing into your lower back. You couldn’t help but moan softly and push back against him even more, rubbing your ass against his crotch.

Eddie lets out something between a grunt and a huff, his warm breath tickling your ear, as your backside grinds against his growing erection. His fingers falter for a mere second before he returns to his torturously slow assault on your clit, picking up the same steady rhythm as before.

You let your head roll back with a whine, resting against Eddie’s shoulder. Your back arched and your hips bucked, desperate to push more into his touch. More. More. You wanted more. You needed more.

“Eddie, please” you whisper, your voice trembling as you struggle to form words.

You buck your hips into his hand again, feeling the cold sting of his rings kiss your pubic bone. Eddie chuckles lightly behind you, placing a kiss to your pulse point.

“Always so eager…” he teases quietly against your skin as he continues to litter your neck with light kisses.

When he gets to just below your jaw he bites your skin playfully. He chuckles to himself again and you can feel his smirk burn into your skin.

“You want more, babydoll? Hmm?” He taunts.

You whimper and nod, one hand fisting into the blankets beneath you, the other gripping Eddie’s thigh, your fingers digging into the hard muscle there.

“Please” you whisper, twisting your head to bury your face in the crook of his neck.

That low chuckle rumbles through his chest again as his other hand comes up to lightly cup your jaw. He holds your head in place as he turns his face so his lips are tantalisingly close to the shell of your ear.

“Alright doll, but you gotta do what I say okay? Be good for me, hmm?” His lips graze against your ear, his words and the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

You bite your lip and nod quickly.

“Good girl” he murmurs against your temple.

Not a second later you feel his fingers move down from your clit, beginning a slow circle around your entrance. You gasp, letting your moans fly free, telling Eddie that was exactly where you wanted him, where you needed him.

You and Eddie both moan as he finally sinks a finger inside you, the cold of his rings tickling your entrance. Your fingers involuntarily squeeze his thigh again as he begins to slowly pump his finger in and out of you. Your head lolls back again, your eyes closing, your mind and body completely lost in the moment, lost in pleasure.

But Eddie’s finger suddenly stills inside you.

“Uh uh” he tuts darkly. “I want your eyes open, doll. You can’t miss this view. Keep those eyes on the stars. Think you can do that for me baby?” He bites your earlobe, causing you to moan loudly again.

You nod, determinedly opening your eyes and training them on the star spattered sky.

“There’s a good girl” Eddie hums as he finally starts to pump his finger inside you once again.

It’s not long before you feel a stretch at your opening as Eddie adds another finger into the mix. You bite your lip and fist your hands again as you pull all your focus into keeping your eyes open; the pleasure of Eddie’s two long fingers opening and stretching you deliciously making your brain go fuzzy. You try to focus on the view, the awe-inspiring starry sky, the reflection off the soft ripples lapping through Lover’s Lake. Hoping it all would help keep your eyes open, and in consequence, keep Eddie’s fingers moving inside you.

Eddie curls his expert fingers, hitting that particular spot inside you that has you gasping and lurching forward, almost folding over in pleasure. A small choked “fuck” passes your lips as Eddie pays attention to that area, switching tactics from pumping to a curling motion, rubbing that special spot inside your walls.

“That feel good baby?” He purrs.

“Mmm” you moan your agreement.

His other hand tightens around your jaw, forcing your head at an awkward angle so that you faced him now.

“You keeping those eyes open for me?” He cocks his head as that all-to-familiar smirk creeps over his face.

You nod pathetically, your lips practically trembling from how good he was making you feel.

“Good. Now you’re gonna keep your eyes on me. I want to watch you fall apart” he whispers, inching his lips closer to yours with each word.

You both moan as his lips attach to yours, both of you opening your mouths immediately for the other. Your noises of pleasure and surprise get lost against his tongue. You both close your eyes as you get lost in each other’s lips.

He kisses you fervently, sloppily, his tongue dominating yours as your head spins even more, drunk from his kiss. His fingers continue to move inside you as his lips move over yours. After a minute he pulls back, his teeth pulling on your bottom lip until he releases it with a pop. You open your eyes again to find his boring into yours. You see his eyes flicker across your face, drinking in the sight of you.

A shaky gasp escapes you when you feel the pad of his thumb find your clit. His lips part into an open mouthed smirk, mimicking the way your mouth hangs open, your eyebrows knitting together from the pleasure. He looks mesmerised as he watches your face, enjoying the way your expression contorts even more as he begins to move his thumb, circling it in time with the pace of his other two fingers continuing their pumping and curling action inside you.

You feel that knot start to build inside you, the pleasure burning through you, reaching a boiling point. Your eyes flutter as you fight the urge to close them. Your breathing gets heavy and shaky; it’s the only noise in the van beside the soft wet noises of Eddie’s fingers working inside you. Just faintly outside you could still hear the soft lapping of the lake, and the occasional hoot of an owl.

“Eddie...” you mewl as you look up at him. “I’m close” you breathe, barley audible.

“Good. Let go for me babydoll” he whispers sweetly, the hand still cupping your jaw giving you a gentle squeeze as his thumb strokes your cheek.

Less than a second later your entire body is trembling as your climax burns through you. Eddie’s name is a strangled cry on your lips as he works you through your orgasm, slowing his pace but still rubbing your clit lightly, eliciting as much pleasure as he could from your body.

“That’s it baby” he praises as your eyes stay locked on his. “Fuck, you look so hot when you cum” he mumbles almost to himself more than to you.

Your body goes slack against his chest as he gently removes his hand from your throbbing pussy, wiping his fingers on the leg of his jeans. Both of his hands now find their way to your waist and help as you twist round to face him. You place your hands on either side of his face, admiring the way he was looking at you with nothing but awe and adoration on his face. You lean down to kiss him again, his fingers instinctively digging into your waist as you do so.

You kiss him until you’re both breathless, gasping for air but not wanting to part lips anyway.

“I love you” you whisper against his mouth.

He pulls back to look at you, that cheeky expression of his plastering his face.

“Do you love me?” He asks mockingly. “Or is it just these incredible fingers of mine?” He raises a cheeky eyebrow at you, his face splitting with a grin.

You pretend to contemplate the question.

“Hmmm, can’t it be both?”

You and Eddie both collapse in giddy giggles as his lips find their way back to yours again.

“I love you too” he smiles against your lips.

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A/N: ahh I was so nervous to post this because I haven’t written anything in ages and also it’s writing for a new character, which always makes me nervous for some reason! so yeah I really hope you guys liked this, hopefully I’ll be able to write a bit more for Eddie and maybe some of the other Stranger Things characters too…

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[mothdruid]

How do you think Druig and Matt would react to you having your nipples pierced? I need your thots🤔

Definitely asking for a friend, not for me at all😳😌

hope! my love!

druig- i think druig thinks it's hot. it was something he never really thought of until one day you came home with it done. he hated how long it took for them to heal though. not being able to play with your tits for almost 6 months was terrible. but boy oh boy does this man love worshiping your tits with his tongue once they are healed. the way he uses his tongue on them though? heavenly. the flicks and licks have you writhing. druig also has the goal of getting you off just from your nipples.

matt- matt had more patience than druig. he was more than happy to wait for them to heal. once they were healed he loved teasing you. casually brushing his hand past your tits, listening to how your breath hitches when they are touched. and when ya'll are fucking? the way he tweaks and pulls them is exhilarating. he knows just how to play with them, listening for how your body reacts.

this was my first matt headcanon 🙈

send me your thotty thoughts

[bunnywritesmarvel]

If you’ll allow me, I have a thirst thought about Karen, which is that she’s super loud in bed💀😵‍💫

im so in love with karen lakdkwkd

shes such a pillow princess in my opinion and shes so vocal, its not hard to tell what she likes and what makes her tick 😫

come join me for thirst night!

[wannabevampire]

Another question from your fiancé

What are your personal favourite kinks?😏

sleepover category:

<🕯> kisses and kinks!!♡

ooooo allie exposé !!! thanks for the questions Hope my love!! <3

-dumbification

-degradation

-edging & overstimulation

-idk if this is a kink but i love being super submissive! i just want someone to take care of me, be in charge, and make my decisions for me ＼(^^)／ i currently don’t feel comfortable with titles like daddy/mommy or master but like i love that general vibe, idk does that make sense?

-size kink….

-praise kink <3 good girl?? atta girl??? little one?? i’m dead.

-desperation :D

-mocking

-dacryphilia (crying kink)

-CORRUPTION + INNOCENCE KINK (love it sm!!)

Basically be mean to me but also call me your perfect little angel or something soft like that <3

okay no one bully me but i also have a priest kink.

might be missing something? idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

okay uno reverse!! i want to know what my fiancé’s favorite kinks are!! what is Hope into? 😋

xoxo,

allie🕊

[beakeoghan]

hi lovelies! <3 i was talking to lovely luiza and i thought it would be fun to start this thingy to know more about our mutuals and friends in here!

Describe your personality with 4 characters (from books, series or movies):

Louisa Clark (Me Before You)

Scott Lang (Ant-Man)

Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Lara Jean Song-Covey (TATBILB)

no pressure tags to my lovely mutuals i want to know better: @aphrogeneias @asgardwinter @brightjupter @wint3r-h3art @tom-whore-dleston @mothdruid @waspswidows @clingymoon @ambrosiase and anyone who wishes to do it too! 💖

[siempre-bucky]

falling for the medic at the gym...

ft. boxer!barry & boxer!druig

A/N: I have never loved an AU more than this one.... tagging: @waspswidows, @mothdruid, @redroomproperty thank you for the endless inspiration and motivation for this au

B A R R Y

Barry was smitten the first time he laid eyes on you

walking into the gym with the owner, your laughter cutting through the noise of ceiling fans, music, and sweaty men grunting

he pants as he looked past his trainer, his blue eyes following your every step

"What's got you so distracted," the taller man asked

Barry walked to the ropes, leaning on the side of the ring

"Who's the girl?" he asked in a daze

his trainer rolled his eyes and stood next to him, inspecting the shiny black pads on his hand

"New medic Boss hired for the fights."

"She's pretty," Barry smiled, leaning further

his trainer hit him over the head with the glove

"Focus, man."

Barry ignored him, his eyes still pinned to you

you turned towards the ring, instantly making eye contact with the boxer

a chill of excitement ran through him as you smiled in his direction

his gloved hand shyly waved at you

"Hi," he mouthed

smiling brighter you responded with the same greeting

you bashfully ducked your head, your eyes still peering up at him

"You ready to train, or are you going to stare at her all day?"

"Both."

you on the other hand couldn't focus on the rules your boss was giving you

the handsome man with soft brown hair and shining blue eyes in the right captured your attention

it wasn't hard when he looked like that

or when he played it up just to get you to notice him

you finally walked up to the ring, him and his partner shit-talking with one another

"Are you always like that?" you joke

"Only if it keeps you around."

D R U I G

Druig didn't like to be jealous

he just wanted to show up, fight, go home

then Ajak hired you as her second in command

and all the guys wanted you to patch their wounds

Kingo even went around asking people to punch him harder in the ribs so that she'd have to touch him

Druig just rolled his eyes and watched you from afar

he didn't like to admit that he wanted you to fix him after fights

whenever he got the slightest cut, he'd make his way over to you only to be countered by Ajak

"I'll fix that cut, Druig," she would say with a motherly tone, ushering him away

he was jealous of all people you got to help and those who got a few minutes extra of your time just to talk to you

"She's a real guardian angel," Ikaris joked, showing off the bandage you put over his nose

Druig's blood boiled at the thought of your fingers on Ikaris' skin

Druig threw his bloody towel roughly in the hamper, leaving the other guys speechless as he huffed out of the locker room

you were packing up your first aid kit at the end of the night, the cold air biting at your fingers as you placed the kit on the trunk of your car

the back door slammed and you turned to see Druig's bleeding face

"Druig!" you call out, trying not to wince at the sight of his bleeding brow

"Let me clean that up," you tell him

the boxers heart almost stopped as he walked up to you

next thing he knew, he was leaning up against your car

your delicate fingers touching his face

they felt so comforting

"I'm surprised we haven't met like this," you say as you clean his cute

Druig chuckles, "Ajak always gets in my way," he smirked

you rolled your eyes "I'm not surprised," you sigh

he winces as you place a bandage on him

"Oh?"

you exhaled "She didn't want me fixing up guys I might fall for, conflict of interest or whatever," you chuckle

he was the only one you hadn't helped after a fight

a blush crept to his cheeks, his fingers touching his now painless cut

"It feels better."

"Well just call me your guardian angel," you joke

"I would like to call you... if that's alright with you?"

you grin at his cheesy play on words, a warmth spreading throughout your body

"As long as we don't tell Ajak."

[stranger-nightmare]

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[redheadspark]

Lion Tamer

Summary: Eddie Munson's hair was the stuff of legend, and he wouldn't let anyone touch it. No one....expect you.

W/C: 1,820

Warnings: Just a little fluff piece!

A/N: My first Eddie Munson oneshot! I love him in Stranger Things and I wanted to write something small for him to start out! Enjoy! tagged: @awkwardfangirl2014 @a-lumos-in-the-nox @waspswidows @ftrmrs-barry-keoghan @siempre-bucky

The last thing you ever thought you would have to deal with was freshman Dustin Henderson speeding over to your locker, weaving his way through the busy hallway of Hawkins High with a desperate look on his face. Yet he was, you were too busy at your locker getting your books together to see him right at your left side. You looked over at him, hand on your locker door.

"What is it, Henderson?" You asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"It's Eddie!" he said in an urgent manner. You tilted your head at him. You and Eddie were dating for nearly a year, an odd match according to most of the student population. They never figured the rock n roll stoner would be with the edgy and bohemian art genius, but you tow shed rather well. Much better than most of the couples that were made up of jocks and cheerleaders. You liked Eddie's spunky and edgy attitude on life, yet he was soft with you and more laid back. With you, Eddie liked your artist eye and mellow tone and pace, calming him down in tough times and award situations.

"What's up with him?" You asked, then looking at your swatch watch, "Aren't you guys supposed to meet for Hellfire Club in like 20 minutes?"

"I'm guessing we're going to have to postpone the entire thing because of what happened to Eddie," He replied, you then pausing with your book bag and leaning against the entire locker itself. He then had your attention since postponing a meeting with the Hellfire Club did not sound like Eddie at all. He had to postpone it one time, and it was when he was bedridden with a high fever and he couldn't move from the bed at all. But apart from that, he would come.

"What happened? Spill, Henderson," You said calmly.

"It's best if I show you," Dustin replied, you closing your locker door and following him, intrigued all more

Dusting open the door to the Theater backroom, the place where they held Hellfire Club. No one else was there, you noticed rather quickly only a few lights were on and the main board was set with some dice to the side. But no one was there, and you were a bit more confused as the door shut behind you. Finally, you heard a grubbed vice from behind one of the theater stage pieces.

"If you got Mikey or Lucas...I swear to God Henderson..." Eddie's muffled tone was heard, sounding not like himself.

"It's me, dumbass," You replied calmly, hearing some movement in the back of the art piece that seemed frantic. His boots were shuffling and his was stammering a bit.

"B-b-babe!" He said your name, sounding a bit uneasy, "W-w-what are you doing here?!"

"Henderson told me something happened," You answered, walking over a few steps in his direction, "Is everything okay, Eddie?"

"Please don't!" He said in a rush, making you pause and look with a hint of worry on your face. This was very unlike him, from how he was hiding from you and how he sounded in his voice. Eddie was always happy go lucky, the life of the party wherever he was and making you smile, But now, to hear him sound almost wounded and nearly devastated...it scared you.

"Baby," You called to him calmly, "I wanna help you, Eds. But you need to let me....if it's something serious, please don't hide it,"

A pause was in the air, then the small shuffling of feet. You weren't prepared for what you were about to see. There was your boyfriend, with his leather denim jacket wrapped around his head and hair in a half hazard way and look of devastation on his face. Some of his hair was sticking out, but the rest was hidden away, making you give him a soft yet endearing smile.

If there was one thing that Eddie was immensely proud of, it was his hair. Ever since you've known Eddie and his reputation, he thought of his hair as a part of it. The headbangers hair, long and crazy and right in your face. Eddie did love his hair, even when it didn't look like he's shown any maintenance in it. For Eddie, it was a sign of his identity and freedom, of his craziness being seen and witness by everyone around him.

So to see him cover it up. it broke you heart.

"What happened to you, Eddie?" You asked him carefully, not wanting to sound concern but you were showing it on your face. He sighed, giving Dustin a warning look.

"Say a single word outside this building, Henderson..." he warned Dustin, whom threw up his hands as a sign. You huffed, walking over carefully and grabbing a chair that was near him. You motioned for him to sit with your head, seeing him reluctantly fall onto the chair and keep this hair hidden in his denim jacket. Walking behind him, you touched his fingers that were clutching the denim, hiding his looks away from the world and away from you.

"It's okay," You said to him softly, feeling his finger uncurl from the denim. Rubbing his arms, you felt his relax a bit from the sensation, and he finally let his hands lower to the ground. You held the denim for a split moment, then moving the material around to see what was going on within his locks.

You saw what he was hiding, and your heart broke. Gum, at least 6 wads, all within his hair near his scalp and making his hair severely tangled.

"Jason Carver and his goons cornered him and got all of the gum in his hair in the cafeteria," Dustin explained in a grave tone, you looking up at him as he stood in front of you and Eddie, "They ran off before Eddie could get to any of them. The only one who got them away was Chrissy Cunninghman, threatening to call their coach and tell them all that happened."

"Christ," You said in a gasp, looking back at the hair and how matted it looked. There was gum everywhere, spots that were too close to his scalp and some near his ears. You were never a fan of Jason and his gang of jocks, they were too cocky and dim witted. Eddie was their personal target at times, along with the rest of the Hellfire Club. But Eddie always fought back, he held his ground plenty of times with those jocks. Up until now.

Now that they took the one thing that made Eddie...Eddie.

"Dustin," You said his name as you were still inspecting your boyfriend's hair, "Go back to my locker as fast as you can. Inside, I have a dark green bag with my name on the front in blue letters. Get that and come back here,"

"I-I don't know your combination," Dustin said in a stammer not knowing what was going on.

"35, 22, 10, 53," You said to him, seeing him try to remember in his own head as you stared at him, "A dark green bag with my name on it. That's all you're getting, got it?"

"Y-yeah," He replied, about to go out of the room when Eddie spoke up beneath you in the chair.

"And Henderson?" Eddie asked, Dustin looking back at him with a hint of earnest, "You forget her locker combination...and you don't say a single....word."

"Sure thing!" Dustin said quickly and sped off. Once the door closed behind him and echoed in the room, Eddie sighed and you rubbed his shoulders.

"Why are you making Dustin get your sisters cosmetology kit?" Eddie asked.

"Because we're gonna have to cut this hair," You answered, seeing and feeling him pause underneath you as you went on, "The gum is all over, baby. I can't save most of his hair since the gums too close to the roots and your scalp. There's no way in me salvaging it,”

It was almost like a death sentence for him, and you could see how his face was a bit crestfallen. You hated giving him this news, but it was a bit better for him too start all over with new hair, almost like a clean start. There would be no way in saving it and attempting to show his face in the school, the backlash would be too much for someone as kind and good as Eddie. He may have been a neurotic metal head to everyone else, but you knew his heart was fragile too.

You had to protect him from the horrors of his peers.

"Eddie," You said calmly to him, reaching down to take his hand in yours, touching the rings on his fingers as you squeezed his hand in yours, "Hair grows back. Yours will grow back. I don't want you to get any more grief from the likes of Jason and his dick crew,"

"I can handle them." Eddie reasoned, his voice still tender from the thought of his long locks leaving him.

"I have no doubt in that," You explained, pausing before he brought your hand over to press a kiss against your hand, "But I won't be able to if they do,"

Eddie cringed slightly, pulling you closer to wrap an arm around his shoulders and hug him from behind. You two were an odd pair indeed, but you liked it that way. The Ying and Yang of your relationship was strong and it worked so well for you. Eddie loved your art and the way you painted, you loved his guitar playing and his love for Dungeons and Dragons. You two were one in most ways, and you weren't going to let him suffer alone.

"Alright," He hummed, you squeezing him a bit tighter, "I trust ya, sweetheart. You......gonna make me look good?"

"Baby, you're gonna be the hottest metalhead in all of Hawkins when I'm done with you," You said in a grin, finally seeing a small smile on your boyfriend's face.

—————————————————————

It was safe to say, after a good half an hour of working through his hair and watching the locks fall, Eddie Munson looked like a new man.

His hair was nice and short, the natural curls setting in with how tight it was against his head, you then shaving down the back of his head a bit to smooth it out and blend into his neck. It helped that you sister showed you how to cut hair, tagging along with her to her cosmetology classes at her school to get a few pointers in.

Eddie went to Hellfire Club that night with his new hair, almost wearing it with pride as the members were looking at his lack of hair. All he did was cross his arms and look at each member.

"Any of you say a single word about my girlfriend's handiwork, you're getting an ass whooping."

The End.

*His hair after the haircut:

[stranger-nightmare]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫…

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: it’s just sex with Eddie, there is no plot here lmao. oh, and he takes an absolutely filthy Polaroid picture of you afterwards...

Warnings: smut, brief masturbation (f receiving), penetrative sex (m+f), hair pulling, tiny bit of choking, biting / marking, creampie, minors DNI

A/N: based on this ask and this ask from my beloved ‘🎸😈’ anon, gods bless this anon for this idea bc fucking hell it’s so hot, I just couldn’t resist writing it! hope you guys enjoy <3 (p.s. sorry if there’s any grammar / spelling mistakes, I was just so excited to get this posted I didn’t proofread lmao)

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You’d told yourself you weren't going to come over tonight...You were just here last night... Doing the exact same thing... Surely this wasn’t healthy? To be here, doing this, almost every single night?

But, fuck, you just couldn’t enough of him.

It’d only taken one husky “please baby” from him over the phone to have you cycling your way over to his trailer almost immediately.

Now, here you were again, straddling his lap, wearing nothing but panties and his Hellfire shirt, as his lips devour your neck.

“Eddie” you moan softly, tossing your head back, letting him have even better access to your throat.

He groans a response, the noise vibrating against your skin as his lips never part from you. His fingers dig into your hip bones, helping guide your body as you grind against him. He was only wearing his black boxers, meaning the only thing separating you from his hard and aching cock was two very thin pieces of fabric. You’d already soaked through your panties, meaning you could perfectly feel the outline of his dick as you grinded your throbbing pussy against him. A small gasp escaped you almost every time your grinding hips brought your clit to rub over his bulge.

Eddie's hands slide up your waist, under his shirt that you were wearing. He gives your waist a quick squeeze before he moves his hands higher, the cold metal of his rings causing goosebumps to raise on your flesh as his hands cup your breasts. He gives them a firm squeeze at the same time he bites another hickey onto the side of your neck.

Your fingers dig into the flesh of his shoulders as he continues to paw at your breasts, the warmth of his skin contrasted with the cold of his rings sent electricity through your body. Eddie’s hands move again after a moment, grabbing the hem of the Hellfire shirt and lifting up and off your body. He groans at the sight of your now exposed breasts, wasting no time in placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the centre of your chest. His hands snake around to your back, his palms flattening against your shoulder blades, pushing your chest into his face as he began to add even more hickies to your skin, creating an artwork of bruises across your tits.

You gasp lightly and suck wind through your teeth each time you feel Eddie pinch your skin between his teeth, and moan each time you feel his hot tongue move to smooth over his bite. You slide your hands across his shoulder, up his neck, until your fingers are lost in the dark tangles of hair at his nape. You give his hair a slight pull and he moans against your breast in response.

You were then overwhelmed with the sudden urge to have his lips back on yours, to kiss him until you both saw stars, until neither of you could breathe. You tug his hair, trying to pull his head back to face you again. He obliges, letting you tilt his head back.

But the second you see that cocky smirk of his on his face you know he’s already read the desperation plain as day on your face. He looks your face up and down, tilting his head with a cocky grin.

“You want something, princess?” He taunts, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip teasingly.

You groan and lean forward, attempting to capture his lips with your own.

But he pulls back, tutting at you.

“You need to use your words, sweetheart” his voice as dark as his eyes. “Tell me what it is that you want...”

You pout at him, which only makes his smirk grow as he watches you squirm in his lap.

“Tell me” he commands in a hushed, but firm, tone.

You let out a pathetic whine before pleading with him; “I want you to kiss me, Eddie. Please. Please kiss me baby” you pout again.

A faint chuckle sounds from Eddie before he obliges your request, leaning forwards until his lips found yours. You try to kiss him hard, to open his mouth your own, to devour him like you wanted to.

But Eddie commands your mouth with a gentle firmness. He slows down the kiss, kissing you long and hard, taking his time to open up your mouth and glide his tongue against your own. You both moan deeply into the kiss as his hands start to make their way down your waist again.

You shiver involuntarily and arch forwards when you feel his fingers run over the hem of your panties. You and Eddie both break the kiss to look down between your bodies and watch as his hand disappears under your panties, his fingers finding home on your clit. You feel his eyes flick back up to watch your face as it starts to twist with pleasure as he slowly begins to rub small circles on your clit. You couldn’t help but keep your eyes on his arm, mesmerised by the way the muscles and veins worked beneath his skin as he used those skilled fingers on your most sensitive spot.

“Oh fuck” you whisper as jolts of pleasure course through your body.

Your hips start to move again, restarting the grinding motion, pushing against his fingers to gain as much friction as you possibly could.

But still, it’s just not enough.

“Eddie please...” you whine in a whispered tone, tearing your eyes away to look back at him.

“What’s it baby?” He looks at you with a façade of innocence on his face.

“Please...” you almost cry. “I need you... need you... inside me. Please...” you whisper, breathlessly between kisses.

You scratch your nails down the back of his neck for emphasis, which causes a shudder to rack through his body beneath you.

He smirks again before answering you; “well, I can’t keep my lady waiting...” he winks darkly.

Before you know it he’s scooped you up in his arms and is walking you over to his bed. Next thing you know you’re lying on your back, with Eddie hovering just above you, his hips slotted against yours, his painfully hard cock digging roughly into your hip bone.

He leans down and latches his lips onto you neck again. He’s no longer marking you up as he was before. Now he was just kissing a path down your body, following the curve of your neck, your shoulder, collarbone, kissing between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, all the way until his lips reach the little bow that sits at the front of your panties.

You moan and buck your hips, aching for him, begging for him to get on with it. Eddie chuckles again and places a quick kiss to each hip before he sits back on his heels. He keeps his eyes on yours as he slowly pulls off your panties, exposing your soaked centre to him. He groans and bites his lip at the sight of you.

“So. Fucking. Pretty” he bites out each word.

“Eddie...” you mewl, the pout returning to your lips as you wait impatiently for him to get inside you.

“Easy princess” he coos as he leans back over you, his face coming back to hover just above yours. “I’ve got you."

With one hand he reaches down between your bodies to finally free his cock from the confines of his boxers, pushing them to sit just below his ass. His other arm supports his body, resting just beside your head, his palm coming to caress your cheek.

You’re practically a quivering mess by the time you finally feel the head of his dick nudge through your folds, taking a moment to gather all your wetness that had pooled there.

You choke out a strangled moan as he finally pushes his head into your entrance. One slow thrust and he’s seated to the hilt inside you. A shuddering groan passes Eddie’s lips as he takes a moment to steady himself, his face completely lost in how good you feel wrapped around him.

“Fuck, you always feel so fucking good” he almost gasps. “So fucking tight” he mutters as he starts to set a pace thrusting in and out of you.

The hand not cupping your face moves to grip your hip, his fingers digging in with a bruising force, the curves and edges of his rings digging into your skin so hard you were almost worried they’d puncture it. Not that you’d care at this point. You were just so glad to finally feel full. Full of the man that you loved with your entire being.

Eddie’s breath is warm as it fans over your face, both of your breathing speeding up as he steadily picks up his rhythm. His hips grind hard and deep against yours, the head of his dick brushing against that special spot deep inside you. His body is almost completely flush against yours, your stomach touching his, his chest against your breasts. But still you wanted him closer, your nails raking down his back, holding him as tight as you could against your body.

Your mind begins to spin again, the pleasure flaring through your body like fire; it’s almost overwhelming. Your eyes squeeze shut as you tilt your head back, losing yourself to the feeling.

That’s until you feel Eddie’s fingers wrap around your face, cupping your jaw.

“Uh uh, eyes open sweetheart. Eyes on me” he commands. “I wanna watch that pretty face of yours as you cum.”

“Eddie... I can’t... feels too good... I can’t...” you try to protest breathlessly, your eyes almost fluttering shut again.

He gives your jaw a squeeze.

“Yes, you can, sweetheart. You can do it. Do it for me. Just keep your eyes on me” he pants.

You moan and squirm as you fight to keep your eyes open, the flare of pleasure in your lower belly reaching a fever pitch. Your mouth opens in a silent moan and Eddie takes the opportunity to push his thumb into your mouth, hooking on your lower jaw, holding your mouth open. At the same time Eddie speeds up his thrusts even more, slamming into you with a bruising speed, only bringing your climax even closer to the surface.

“Oh, Eddie...” you moan around his thumb. “I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum...” you pant heavily as his thumb pulls down on your bottom lip.

He flashes you a crooked smile; “good girl, just keep your eyes on me princess."

Eddie's hand moves to hold your throat, giving it a quick squeeze, his cold metal rings kissing your skin, as the fire finally explodes in your belly, your orgasm breaking over you. His eyes darken, turning almost black, as he watches your face; watches as pleasure takes over your body completely.

“That’s it, good girl” he grunts, still thrusting into your convulsing pussy.

Your pussy clenches tight around Eddie’s cock as he fucks you through your orgasm. His pace falters as you squeeze him, his hips stuttering.

“Fuck, feels so fucking good” he pants quietly, almost more to himself than anything else.

“Yes, yes, yes...” he sighs breathlessly as you finally feel him twitch inside you.

His hips push deep inside you before he finally stills, his body trembling slightly against yours. You feel warmth flood you as he fills you up with his release, a loud grunt reverberating through him, his eyes still never leaving yours. The way he looked when he came, almost drunk off your pussy as it squeezed him, it was almost enough to have you cumming again.

He looks at you for a moment, both of you breathing heavy, mouths hanging open, just suspended in that moment of pure ecstasy.

Then a smile cracks over Eddie’s face and he leans forward to place a slow and deep kiss to your lips again. As he kisses you he slowly pulls out of you, causing you to gasp into his mouth. A sinful moan sounds from you as you feel Eddie’s warm cum slowly drip out of your wrecked pussy. Eddie sits back up on his knees, once again just admiring the view.

The view of you completely naked, legs cocked open, your neck red from where his hand had just been wrapped around it, bruises and teeth marks coating your neck and breasts, with Eddie’s cum leaking out of you, staining your ass and the back of your thighs.

You’re about to sit up when Eddie gently but firmly pushes you back down onto the mattress.

“Shh shh wait, don’t move” Eddie whispers, a tone of command laced in his voice.

He jumps out the bed, quickly pulling his boxers back up before walking to the foot of the bed. You lean back on your elbows, cocking your head to the side and raising an eyebrow as you watch him. His eyes rake up and down your naked body still sprawled on the bed, a smirk tugging on his lips, his eyes somehow even more dark than before. You fight the urge to close your legs, to hide yourself. But the way Eddie was looking at you... it gave you a confidence you didn’t think was even possible. It almost seems like a struggle for him to pry his eyes away from you but after a moment he does, switching his focus to search in a drawer behind him. Your eyebrows furrow as you wonder what the hell he was up to.

Not a moment later Eddie turns to face you again.

With a Polaroid camera in hand.

You don’t have time to object before the flash goes off and Eddie snaps a picture of you.

You look at him ludicrously, but he just smirks and shakes the picture as it develops. The whole time his cocky stare doesn’t leave your gaze.

“For later...” he drawls. “For those nights you can’t come over” he explains darkly.

“Oh, is that so?” You cock your head at him again. “Well, if that’s the case...” you tease as you sit up to kneel on the bed in front of Eddie.

You deliberately keep your eyes on his as you take the camera in one hand. The other hand goes to cup Eddie’s crotch, where he was already growing semi-hard again. Eddie’s hand falters for a second when you cup him, the Polaroid of you almost slipping from his fingers.

“...then I want one too” you taunt has you cup his cock, rubbing it lightly, eliciting a low groan from him. “You know, for those nights I can’t come over” you shrug, mocking him darkly. “Fair’s fair right?” You bite your lip and bat your eyelashes at him.

“Mmm” he groans an agreement, that smirk on his face growing even bigger. “Well, who am I to deny the lady what she wants...?"

Masterlist

A/N: I honestly don’t even know what to say, I am just so unbelievably horny for this man I don’t even have the words to describe it. I think I need therapy or something lmao

Taglist // Join My Hive // Ko-Fi

[mothdruid]

So I’ve used this in one or two of my fics before but it’s an idea that I still wanna discuss more

And that’s Druig fucking you from behind and he’s watching himself fuck you but then he takes over your mind and makes you see what he sees so you can also watch him fuck you, watch how good you take his cock, watch you clench and cum all over him, and then get a first person’s perspective of his cum leaking out of you🤧🥴😵‍💫😮‍💨

okay okay because let's discuss 🥵🥴

so this is one of my favorite things that you've shown me. and ngl, i think it's one of druig's favorite things too. the idea of druig doing this so you see who owns you. see his cum leaking out of you and down your thighs. also him going down and eating you out while he is having you watch. you watching yourself cum again as Druig eats you out one last time before you two take a break for the night. and i wanna emphasize on the word break 🥴

come join the sleepover!

[stranger-nightmare]

This is so sweet, thank you so much my love!! I’m so glad you’re enjoying my work, I’m so grateful for your support it really means so much to me🥺🖤😘

I wish you nothing but love and happiness in 2022, may it be a good year for us all!! Sending you all my love😘🥰🖤✨

- Hope🐝

In my time zone it's December 31st so I'd like to take this opportunity to thank several people on Tumblr.

@harrietbarnesblog @playbucky @heresathreebee @thighs-of-betrayal-blog @acreativeme @a-reader-and-a-writer @ozzieslibrary @draw-back-your-bow @yelenas-lova @thatdepressedgorl @klmurr @lorecraft @inklore @beananacake @bonniebird @loverhymeswith @waspswidows @lacontroller1991 @charnelhouse

Thank you for making my year better with your posts, one shots and stories written on Tumblr. You probably don't know how happy I am to see that every time you post something. You make my beginnings and ends of days better thanks to your posts so ...... (and in my native language this time) Merci beaucoup* 😘🇫🇷

*thank you very much in 🇬���

[psychedelic-ink]

—If by chance.

pairing: erotic va!matt murdock / fem!reader

genre: smut, romance, erotic voice actor au, minors dni

wordcount: 3.6k

warnings:  voice kink, choking, matt still has his heightened senses but instead of being daredevil he becomes an erotic voice actor because why not he's still a lawyer tho, dirty talking, creampie, spitting, reader has a fear of loneliness, the use of "good girl" , masturbation (reader)

summary:  you've been listening to him for months and one day, you finally meet him in person.

a/n: this was heavily inspired by the +18 masterlist audio @waspswidows has on her blog so special thanks to her for introducing me to them ❤

“That’s it…now say it with me, you’re a��good…girl…”

You mouth the words, the small hairs stick to your forehead as your back arches. The voice that echoes in your ears is heavenly. Never in your life have your ear drums been blessed with such a soft, gentle voice. Your earplugs vibrate as the man moans, ordering you to part your lips. In a trance you do as he says, opening your mouth as your fingers eagerly play with your clit. You imagine a man puckering his lips as the sound of someone spitting echoes in your ears. You gasp, your hips twitching up and meeting your fingers.

“Now close those lips…atta girl…swallow,”

You swallow despite nothing being on your tongue, your fingers speed up as the moaning in your ears becomes louder, desperate. You can feel your nipples hardening at the lewd noises of his gasps, a shiver takes a hold of your body.

“That’s it, make me cum– I wanna cum, come on…use that cock, fuck me–”

A loud moan rips from your throat and your upper body jolts up. Your thighs close around your hand, fingers still moving desperately. Your orgasm shakes you to your core, it’s violent and hard, knocking the breath out of you. You shudder one last time before relaxing and falling back into the comfort of your bed. The sensual moans continue in your ear, sighing, you pick up your phone and slide the lock open. You let out a hiss as your retinas burn at the sudden light. Squinting, and turning off the audio, the sudden silence irks you.

It’s been a month since you found the voice actor on soundcloud, you’ve been listening to him ever since. He fills the void in your heart, the void shaped as a lover. There were many audios you could pick from and most of them included sweet words, telling you how good you were and how much he cared for you. It’s all acting, of course. But your heart couldn’t help but flutter whenever you shut your eyes and just listened to him. It was a way to escape your loneliness. A way to feel loved.

You sigh again, shifting, you turn to your side. Not wanting your eyes to water you urge yourself to stop thinking about it. You hate feeling like this. Feeling like your craving would never fade. Closing your eyes you take in deep, calming breaths. You force yourself to sleep so that the day would come sooner.

—

The weather is cold, meaning that people are rushing to get their coffees and sit in a warm, cozy environment. Your co-worker is muttering under his breath, complaining about the, now heavily crowded, coffee shop. You shrug off his complaints, smiling as a man and a woman enter the shop. Her blond hair is covered by a black beanie, her eyes blue and cheeks red from the crowd. She shivers into her dark blue coat, leaning into the man. The man, you notice, is wearing dark round glasses with a mild red tint. He supports a cane, his dark brown hair messy and handsome face decorated with five o’clock shadow. The woman waits in front of him, offering the back of her arm. The man says something with a dashing smile, holding her as they start to walk.

Only when they stand right in front of the register do you notice the man is blind.

“Welcome to Daydream Cafe, what can I do for you?”

The man smiles at your voice and the woman stares at the menu board. It takes her a while to choose, which is inconvenient because a small line has started to form. Your co worker shoots you a considered glance and you turn back to the woman, showing all your pearly whites.

“Would you like any help with picking a drink ma’am? We have many excellent choices so it can be hard to pick for newcomers–”

She chuckles, “Yeah sorry about that, I prefer to drink something sweet– But not overly sweet.”

“It’s quite alright,” you smile back with understanding. “I would recommend our chai tea latte or salted caramel macchiato,”

“Those both sound delicious,” she hums. “I’ll have the chai tea latte,”

You shot a questioning gaze to the man who's been quietly tuning in on the conversation, she follows your gaze and waves her hand as she shakes her head.

“Oh he’ll just have his coffee black–”

Their conversation fades into the background as you put in their orders, while doing so you can’t help but glance at the blind man. He’s even more handsome up close; his sharp cheekbones, his plump pink lips…it makes your knees feel weak. While you’re staring, he shifts from one leg to another, slightly lifting his head so his gaze would fall to you. Your heart suddenly skips a bit and with a moment's panic you look at your hands– Then you remember he can’t catch you ogling him. He’s blind.

A miniscule amount of guilt tugs at your heartstrings as your chest fills with relief. Staring at your customers like a piece of meat isn’t the company policy after all.

When you finish putting in their order you trade places with your coworker and start to prepare their drinks. It’s like second nature to you and after a couple of minutes you’re done, placing their drink on the counter.

The woman smiles and takes it, she’s quick to head to a table. Meanwhile the man nods, a small smile gracing his sinful looking lips–

“Thank you,”

Your body reacts before you can; Your legs tremble and a feeling of familiarity washes over you. Embarrassingly enough you feel your cunt clench at the voice. A voice so gentle, so smooth. A shiver runs up your spine, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up like a cat’s. The man seems affected by your reaction, it’s impossible but he acts like he knows. He straightens his back, his unseeing glance directed at you. A coldness runs through your fingertips as you witness your reflection from his glasses, with the corner of your eye you can see the woman staring at you with concern. She takes a step closer to observe you.

“Are you alright?” she asks.

You nervously chuckle, a breathy chuckle leaving your lips, “Yeah sorry about that, his voice just sounds so familiar–”

“Matt’s?” she cocks her head to the side. “Thank god, I thought you got sick or something.”

“No, no. I’m completely fine, sorry for worrying you, miss.”

She graces you with a smile, “I’m Karen,” then she turns to Matt, whose head is still directed at you. “Come on, let’s go sit–”

“Sure,”

Before he turns his back, the corner of his lips quirk up, a smug expression prominent on his handsome features– your breath hitches. His other hand holds his walking stick as he slightly lifts his mug with the other. You can almost swear that he sees you with the way he bows his head, ever so gently, and joins Karen at the small round table.

You’re left speechless, staring at them both until your coworker pokes you in the shoulder.

The feeling of your senses tricking you into believing something that’s not true stays with you as you work. Your heart continues to pound mercilessly in your chest.

It had to be him, right? The owner of the voice you listen to almost every night, the voice that makes sure that you cum, the voice you basically fell in love with–

The voice of your erotic audios.

—

“So this is where you live,”

The two of you stalk inside, your stomach churns as you throw the keys to the small table right next to the door. Matt follows you.

“Very nice,” he rolls his tongue as he feigns to look inside.

“I’m still not sure whether I should laugh or stay silent at your blind jokes,”

He chuckles and the hairs on your nape stand up, “Laughter is very much appreciated– Especially when you’re blind. We don’t really have much else to go by.”

You mutter a sorry and close the door behind you. You’re still not sure how you ended up with Matt in your apartment, it all happened spontaneously. Afta a while Karen had left, leaving him all alone and when you came by to wipe off his table he tested you– By calling you a good girl. Your mouth fell to the floor, shocked by what he said and how your body internally reacted. Before you knew it the two of you were heading to your apartment.

You lead Matt to the couch, he takes a seat but you stay standing. His cheeks twist into a sly grin as he spreads his legs. You can’t help the way your eyes travel down from his face to his clothed cock, taking in a sharp breath you look back up. Finally you met the man with the voice, but now you didn’t know what to do.

“Why don’t you take a seat?”

You attempt to sit next to him but he disapprovingly clicks his tongue, spreading his legs further apart.

“Not there,”

Your nostrils flare and all the blood rushes to your cheeks. Suddenly you’re unbearably warm as you stare down at him. His voice wraps around you like a chain, it’s around your neck, arms, legs and it tugs you all the way down to his lap. Feeling the muscles underneath your thighs makes you squirm, your legs twitch as you fully straddle him. Feeling the outline of his cock against your clothed, wet cunt. Your instincts are in full effect. Immediately you find yourself wanting nothing to do other than listen to him. It’s been your routine for months. The only difference now is that he’s actually here.

He says nothing, only a noise of approval tears away from his throat. With a sudden realization you discern a yearning for his voice. You shift uncomfortably in his lap, averting your eyes away from him even though he can’t see your gaze. Matt’s hands fall to your waist, squeezing you as he pulls you further into his lap. A small whine makes it way through your lips and your body starts to quiver.

“How long have you dreamt of me doing this to you?”

Suddenly you feel his lips– his soft, soft lips– on your ear. It’s slightly different from when he’s ordering coffee, right now it sounds exactly like he is every night. Your back arches and without thinking you press your ear further into his lips. Closing your eyes you hold your breath, hanging on to every word.

“Answer me,” he continues, his voice an octave lower. “How many times have you come just by listening to my voice?”

“Almost every night,” you reply without thinking. You just want to please him, hear those two little words that make butterflies flutter in your stomach.

You can feel him stilling and for a second the filthy part of your brain feared that you did something wrong.

“Impressive,” Matt mutters, he gently blows against your skin and makes you shiver. The smell of coffee lingers in his breath.

Before you can think, or do anything, his lips latch onto your earlobe– Sucking and nibbling the soft flesh. Your hands claw at the front of his shirt, your mouth falling open as you groan. The tip of his tongue teases the muscle, pressing into it as he guides the roll of your hips. His one hand slides up your body and stops at your throat, his fingers make a necklace as he gently squeezes.

“Tell me your safeword,” he rasps, his lips moving against your ear.

Once again you reply without thinking, “Pancakes,” the words he always uses in his audios.

He scoffs, pulling back, his lips form a teasing smile. “Really?” he asks.

With your mouth still agape, you make a sound of agreeance. Matt nuzzles the side of your face, two of his fingers sneak away from your throat and places them into your mouth. He presses against your tongue and hums when you close your lips around them without a word from him.

“Now wet those puppies nice and good for me, yeah?”

Nodding, you let your tongue dance around his fingers. When you suck, you feel him shiver underneath you, his hips buck up, grinding his erection against your dripping cunt. Your nostrils flare as you take in a sharp breath, moaning around his sinful fingers. Matt sensually pulls back his fingers and rubs them against your lips as his hand travels back down to your neck. He squeezes enough to slightly block the flow of air, your lips part with his name.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Just let go of every thought you ever had,”

His voice is low and melodic. Your breath stutters as your eyelids flutter, the lashes gently kiss your cheeks. Eager to feel more of him, you impatiently grind your hips onto his hips. Matt’s throat vibrates with a growl, holding you down with one hand he limits your movements. You whine as he presses his fingers further into your throat.

“Now that I’m here, I’m the one that decides what you do and don’t,” he snarls. “If you don’t start to behave I’m going to leave you soaked, understand?”

You quickly nod and make a sound of approval as you take in steady breaths from your nose. Matt seems pleased by your reaction, his lips twist into a mischievous grin, his fingers around your throat loosening up.

“You’re gonna take my cock like the good little slut you are?”

“Yeah,” you moan. “I’m your slut, yours– Please, Matt– I need you,”

The desperation in your reply makes your voice crack. Tears glisten in your eyes as your fingers dig into his chest, scrunching up his shirt as you shuffle closer to him. You’ve been waiting for this for so goddamn long that you’re afraid to lose it. Your heart is hammering away in your chest, faltering whenever he falls silent. You take in small, fast breaths from your nose. Suddenly all you can think about is him, his voice, his hands, his lips– You fear that he might take all he has to offer away. A tear slips from your eye and his grin falls, his pillow-y lips forming a thin line.

You don’t know how he knows but he does. His hand that was choking you now softly caresses your cheek, swiping away the tear with the inside of his thumb.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice still carrying a hint of dominance. “Tell me.”

“I–” you sniffle. “Sorry, I just– It’s been so long. I…I don’t want you to go,”

His thick eyebrows furrow with understandment. Without saying a word he nuzzles the side of your cheek, his lips slightly grazing the damp skin of your neck.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I didn’t mean it like that…sorry,”

Only then it hits you how lonely you truly feel. But before you can properly assess your feelings Matt captures your lips with a kiss- And god they’re just as soft as you imagined them to be. He breathes from his nose as he slides his tongue between your lips, he tastes bittersweet and it makes your core ache. Matt’s tongue dances alongside yours, it makes your mind go blank. He sucks on the soft muscle as he pulls away, you follow him, desperate for his lips.

“Lay back on the couch,” he rasps. “I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy until every thought drops out of that dumb head of yours,”

A small gasp leaves your lips, you stand still for a moment, not wanting to lose the friction of his hips. But when he raises his brows you quickly oblige. Matt smoothly opens the button of your jeans and pulls down your pants, discarding them to the floor he takes his rightful place between your legs. He’s impatient, you can tell that much despite your mind floating five feet above your head. His hand decorates your neck once more, feeling your pulse under his fingers. Your back arches as he squeezes. Closing your eyes, you mentally beg to feel more of him.

“God listen to you,” he cooes. “Part those pretty lips for me,”

Without even thinking you open your mouth wide, your heart flutters. Eyes fluttering open, you witness him leaning closer, his fingers finding your lips and spreading them further. He purses his lips and spits into your mouth, you moan at the taste of him sliding down your tongue. Matt grins.

“Close your mouth– That’s it, swallow.” He said firmly, heightening the tingle of arousal between your legs.

You make a show of it, closing and loudly gulping. His grin grows wider.

“Atta girl,”

You whine at the words, it’s not quite what you want to hear but it’s close. His fingers leave your lips, you hear a zipper being lowered and hear Matt gasp. Your underwear is slid to the side and you feel the blunt tip of his leaking cock. His thick cock rubs between your folds, getting it all nice and wet with your juices. You quiver underneath him, your hips raising to meet the shaft of his length. He chuckles at your desperation, his hands squeezing your waist as the rock of his hips becomes faster.

Your mouth opens and he takes the opportunity to press his tongue against yours. You moan into the kiss, your hips twitching as he licks the inside of your mouth. Matt slowly parts away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. His mouth parts as he starts to push in, the width of his cock stretching you exceptionally. Your head falls back as you take in uneven breaths. It feels so good, he feels so good– Your cunt fluttering around him, a wanton moan rips from your throat.

“Good girl,” he purrs, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Your back arches, cunt fluttering around his cock as he finally bestows upon you the words you want to hear. Your hands find his forearms, squeezing the muscles as your breath hitches. Matt tilts his head to the side as he takes in a sharp breath. Then his lips twist into a smirk.

“You like that,” he mutters, bottoming out. “You like being my good girl?”

“God yes,” you breathe out and continue to chant. “Yes yes yes,”

Matt pulls his hips back and slams into you, sheathing himself completely into the warmth of your cunt. Your whole body jolts up, mouth agape as the pleasure strikes you down like lightning. Your thighs butterfly against his hips, trembling as he rams his cock into you. With each trust you feel the air being knocked out of you, you can only feel him, feel his cock as he splits you open. You can vaguely hear him whispering sweet nothings into your ear, he groans and calls you his good little girl– His perfect little slut. You can’t properly hear him but your body reacts to his words, the sound of his voice.

His pubic bone stimulates and bruises your sensitive clit. You feel dizzy from how he fucks into you slowly and deliberatly. Pressure starts to build in your core, your stomach churns as he rocks his hips. Every gush of your slick drips down his length and stains the couch, Matt leans in closer, letting you wrap your arms around him as his hips rut into you. You hug him closer, your nails biting into his laps.

“I’m gonna cum,” he moans, his lips an inch away from yours. “God you feel so good– You’re gonna make me cum, yeah? You’re my good girl aren’t you, come on move those hips for me–”

God, he’s breathless and desperate, you can hear it all from his voice. It drives you mad. You want to make him happy, you’re his good girl you have to. Your hips start to shake uncontrollably, Matt groans at the way you clit rubs against each time you move. You’re a mess, whispering his name over and over again. His cock twitches inside and you know he’s about to cum– You’re close too. So close that your body is tingling with expectation.

“Shit–”

With that a wave of pleasure washes over you, your cunt squeezing and quivering around him. Your eyes are wet with tears, whimpering and crying out his name as you cum with his cock. Matt’s breath hitches, his calculated thrusts now unstable as he desperately fucks in to you. You cry out as he works your oversensitive cunt– He kisses the corner of your lips.

A small whimper vibrates in his throat and you feel him spill into you, filling you with his seed as you convulse around him. Matt decorates your face with soft kisses, wiping the tears away with the tip of his tongue.

“That’s it, good girl– You're fine aren’t you?”

You sniffle as you nod, your arms holding him tight. He whispers soothing words, letting you hold him as much as you need. After a while his cock softens and he pulls out, you let out a whimper when his warmth fades away. Matt sits straight but his hand still lingers on your thigh, he squeezes twice.

“We should clean up,” he says with a smile, your heart flutters. “Then how about I take you out for breakfast in the morning?”

You chuckle as you wipe your eyes, lifting yourself up from the couch you hold his hand.

“Come on,” you reply, your voice meek. “And yeah, I would love that,”

As the two of you move into the bathroom you can’t help but smile like a fool, nor can you help the fast beating of your heart. Finally the voice that filled the emptiness had a face, he had a personality and he was holding your hand.

You couldn’t be happier.

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[wannabevampire]

YES THIS THSI IS SJWOA YEA !.*]!\*.{[

i’m responding to this in the morning because it deserve a dedicated response but holy shit that’s so hot -!€.*\’w I WANT THIS SO BAD

fun fact!! when i was writing

“window to my soul, painting of my heart.’’

I was originally going to have reader steal one of his knives that had ended up in the museum, but i decided against it because i wanted to use that idea in a fic that didn’t end in heartbreak but ended in REALLY GOOD SEX and druig with a knife kink 😵‍💫

i will expand in the morning i promise. however it is almost 3am and i must sleep 🙁🤘

first of all, congratulations on 500 followers !!! Your writing is amazing and you deserve it <3

(🩰) okay but Druig fucking you in missionary, and then after cumming, quickly flipping you over on all fours and finger you as his cum leaks out, just sksjksjs

first of all THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

secondly..

🩰~

THIS IS SO QHZIFBQIS

okay because this is druigcore.

I feel like he would have a breeding kink, but not in like a breeding way..

I feel like he’d be super possessive and love seeing himself on you. he would always encourage you to wear his clothes. he’s constantly giving you hickies and everytime you guys finish fucking you’re covered in bite marks 🥴, and of course he would be obsessed with cumming inside you.

Like he won’t cum anywhere else?!??!? Even if you’re giving him a hand job he makes you stop before he finishes so he can cum in your mouth or in your underwear. He always fingers his cum back into you after he pulls out, it doesn’t matter how overstimulated you are. it’s a necessity.

(also i have a thought about druig with a knife kink but i don’t want to post it here incase that makes you uncomfy!) but like o_0

this is so yummy thank you 😋😋

xoxo,

allie🕊

[lacontroller1991]

New Squad Member: Rick Flag HC

Main Master List DC Master List

Requested by @neon-supernova

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He's definitely more strict when it comes to a new member, keeps them on a tight leash to see how well they obey orders, but if it's you, he keeps a really tight leash. He doesn't know if it's because you're new or if he just doesn't want you to get hurt but he keeps you by his side for the first couple of missions.

He also tries to keep you off missions. Even though you're an asset to the team, he tries to keep you off for selfish reasons, one) so you're safe and sound and two) so you stay at belle reve where he would be able to see you everyday 

If you are on missions and there's some downtime, you can bet he's striking up small talk, "how's the food been" "how are you holding up" and even though it's small stuff, he doesn't just ask everybody. 

When you're at the prison and he's at the prison, he makes sure nobody bothers you. He also makes sure you're eating enough (whether that be by "accidentally walking past you" or even asking the cafeteria staff) he makes sure you have enough food on your plate. 

Training is interesting, he always trains you harder than others, wanting you to be well prepared in case he's not there to save/help you. You and others notice this and the other members tease you for it, unbeknown to the colonel.

If you get hurt, he always makes sure you receive treatment first before anybody else, not caring about the extent of the injuries of other members including himself 

He also checks you out alot, he will watch you from afar or even watch security footage of you.

You eventually pick up on everything (more like Harley flat out tells you) and so you approach Rick and he's all flustered. When you bring it up, he denies it, but when he sees your face drop in sadness he admits everything. 

He tries to do some deep government shit and get your charges dropped but in the meantime he will steal you away for some one on one dates, whether that be some "training" or even food in his office. He will ask you what kind of food you like or if there is anything you need to make your stay at Belle Reve as comfortable as possible and he'll sneak it in for you.

He'll honestly do anything for you.

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[daredevils-stuffed]

Tell Me What You See

I haven't wrote smutty fanfics in about 4 years so please be kind. Send me a request or prompt for Matt/Daredevil and I will give it a go.

Character: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Relationship: Matt x Reader

Warnings: smutt, +18, blink and you'll misd it choking, praise kink bc Matt 100%has a praise kink. I wrote this at 3am

Prompt: I saw a post on here about how Matt would make reader fuck in front of a mirror and couldn't get it out of my head soo... Claim credit bc I can't find original post Edit:credit to @waspswidows

Summary :Matt wants to hear how you see yourself while you get fucked.

Gif credited

"Now tell me what you see" his gruff voice reminds you.

"Hmm my nipples, they're uhh getting hard at your touch, they uhm" you inhale deeply "They perk up just for you." It comes out in embarrassed whispers. He picks at them playfully as you mention them, making you and your nipples react in the way he loves. Although he can't see you, it's almost as if Matt is taking in your full naked form on display through the floor length mirror. As you adjust yourself on your knees you question how you ended up agreeing to this, but Matt pinches your left nipple hard pulling you back to real time.

"Good girl, what else?" Matt leans in and starts kissing along your neck, hands slowly travelling down your torso, teeth pulling at your lobe. His touch sets you ablaze knowing that you will have to describe every painstakingly intimate detail for him, just because he wants you too.

Your thoughts turn to what he could possibly do to you, show you how your body responds to him in front of your eyes. Your thighs clamp closer, deceiving you infront of matt.

"What else my darling, just because my eyes don't lay upon you doesn’t mean I'm clueless as to how your body works." You hum, letting him continue his ventures on your neck.

"My thighs, I'm squeezing them together, I'm thinking of all the possible ways you could fuck me" You mewl to him through the mirror, eyes following his hands as he wedges them between your thighs prying them open. The smirk on his lips sends a prickle of heat through you, his eyes are masked with pure desire glazed with a need only for you.

His own nakedness now giving him away as his erection presses hard against your back, Matt's name releases from your lips in flurries willing him to carry on.

Callus fingers bore between your dewy folds. You tell him how wet you are for him but it doesn't sound like it's coming from your mouth. You'd never be so openly vulgar, but here you are telling Matt that he's touching your clit in the most perfect way. He continues manipulating your folds, deepening his fingers as he bucks against your back, his breath erotically heavy. "You're doing so well"

Wisps of hair get in the way, falling forward as your forehead touches the mirror. You don't move them, you just watch Matt's hands and mouth at work through the reflection as his fingers dance intricately to tease you further. You let out a low whine when your senses are overridden with every touch Matt places, his mouth on your earlobe again, his torso sticking to your back, his knee digging into the sides of your legs.

"My hips - grinding -your fingers -go faster." It was getting impossibly hard for you to form a sentence. His reply was along the lines of how you were being so good for him, that you had no clue what those words were doing to him.

Cupping your sex Matt pulls you high on your knees pushing you to support yourself against the mirror, his abs peeling themselves off your back. That in itself somehow turns you on, the thought of him being so close to you he had to peel himself away, you clench the air with lustful need. Your breasts now squashed against the cold mirror, you didn't attempt to describe the position you were in to him. There were no words you knew that could begin to describe just how your body contorted for him.

Matt never wants this to end. He loves seeing what he can get you to do for him, he loves to test your limits. "I love it when you speak your filthy perfect words". He senses the mirror fogging up from your heat and it hurries him to continue.

He lines himself, teasing your folds one last time before entering you slowly, it takes everything in you not to let out a guttural scream of satisfaction. Matt hums knowing what you're holding back, but then stops and waits, leaving moments to pass before speaking "What's happening to your beautiful body now?"

Your mouth forms an oh shape in astonishment. "No Matt please, please" you squeak as you try to move on him. "I can’t-"

A treacherous hand finds its way around your neck. "You've been such a good girl so far, can your impure mind let me know what it thinks" Matt's incandescent smirk is there, will his words on.

The only way you can get what you want from Matt right now is if you give him what he wants, what he yearns to hear. Your thighs start to quiver as the vigor moves on his cock starts to lead you somewhere, all while revealing what you've always wanted to say.

"Hmm, I love the way your cock is getting me so close, so close Baby. You make me feel so good Matt. You're uh you're-" clawing at the mirror you try every which way to get grip as your pace picks up.

"Tell me baby come on" Matt's grip on your hips tells you he's just as close as you.

"You're making my toes curl, you're gunna make me Omg, I can feel myself. Oh. I think I'm gunna."

Matt moans allowed loving the vocal-visual announcement of your orgasm. His eyes scrunch tight as he takes his final movements with speed. Trying with everything in his power to relive your moans in his head until he comes.

He pulls you off his and settles you between his legs, both of your knees now red raw and sore. He gathers your wild hair and pulls it to your back, guiding your shoulders into him. He lays his forehead against your back kissing it every so often.

"I'm never washing that mirror, you can see the outline of your boobs so perfectly" He chuckles, you too exhausted to respond just roll your eyes.