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nevarrhoe · 2 years

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nsfw hcs for billy, eddie & steve?? <3

anon, i have been waiting for you. i have many, many, thoughts on this and i am more than happy to share with the class. i hope u enjoy.

-jazz (@dameronology)

smut (afab! reader) below the cut!! by hitting read more you and thereby consenting to said content & agree that you 18 years or older. if i catch minors interacting with this post or following me i will put u straight in the bin

eddie munson

ok i know canonically that eddie isn't the most popular guy in high school but i refuse to believe he hasn't had sex before. he plays in a band once a week at a bar?? hello?? also there's definitely some popular girls who find him high-key hot and seek him out because it's shameful and maybe they're into that

MY POINT IS basically that eddie is experienced and he knows what he's doing

he's a little above average, in terms of endowment. kinda skinny but blessed with a fair bit of length that hits the right spot

it's hairy but trimmed

what he probably has less experience with is sex in a relationship; like being with one person long enough to learn their likes & dislikes, to find kinks, to have actual romantic sex, etc

and trust me, this boy is eager to learn!! after your first few times, he starts to pick up on what gets you going on, what spots are the best for your pleasure & he's gonna map them out in his head and learn them like the back of his hand

eddie is hyper-focused on your pleasure; it's a win-win situation because he gets off on you getting off

his favourite thing to do is go down on you. he could literally do it for fuckin' hours, tongue just playing around and sucking on every sensitive area. it's when he moans in pleasure and your entire goddamn body seizes beneath him that he normally just cums himself without even being touched

bonus points for when he uses his arms to hold you down when he's giving you head

speaking of head: eddie will never say no to receiving. he always has two hands on your head when you do it, guiding you a little but never pushing

because he's not the kind of guy who always wants to instigate the whole sub/dom thing; he loves when it happens but for the most part, sex with you two is sort of like an equal partnership??

he's definitely the more commanding one though. this might be unexpected but c'mon mannn we've all seen him playing d&d and i refuse, REFUSE, to believe that he doesn't have elements of that in the bedroom

when he does go full top/dom/whatever u wanna call it, he's still quintessentially eddie. he'll tower over you, large, ringed hand around your throat as he gently praises you and rings orgasm and orgasm out of you until you forget your own name

he's also absolutely willing to give up control as well. he's an absolute slut for a cocky, confident partner and if you catch him in the right moment he will do literally anything you say

eddie somehow has an endless stamina. maybe it's his blatantly fucking undiagnosed adhd but his recovery period is actually impressive and he's ready and raring to go even after like four rounds jfc

he's also pretty much always horny i won't lie to u. he absolutely will not push it onto you but if you give even the most subtle hint that you're good to go then this man is pouncing on you

that means you've had sex in a lotta different places; the car, the shower, the throne in the d&d room, round the back of the theatre, in a cleaner's cupboard at starcourt mall...the list goes on

kink-wise, eddie is down to try anything at least once but from the get-go he actively encourages choking, marking and being tied up (for both of you)

position wise, his favourite is cow-girl and doggy but again he will try anything

after care !! he doesn't always have the supplies for it but you bet your fine ass his heart is in the right place

he'll probably grab the nearest shirt of his if there's no cloth but hell, it works. and sometimes the water he has on his nightstand is like two days old but water is water, right??

steve harrington

it's at least a little bit canon that steve used to pull a lot, so it's safe to say he has some experience both in a short term and long term sense

he is very average sized; six, maybe six & and a half inches, but he uses it fuckin well and it's curved super nice. trust.

a little hairy, but trimmed

steve harrington is a manscaper. u heard it hear first.

overall, he's very good !!

at the basics

missionary?? he's got it down. moaning encouragingly when you're sucking him off?? absolute king. fingering you?? mind blowing stuff

and good LORD he is obsessed with calling you "good girl/boy/etc" like he'll be ploughing into you and just repeating it over and over like a mantra

so essentially he's like mostly a top but it's not until he gets super comfortable in a relationship and you begin to communicate with him your likes & dislikes that it really and truly comes out

the signs were always there, mkay? it just takes the right encouragement and confidence and suddenly he's literally getting off on you giving him full control

it's definitely a trust thing. there's so much love in trusting this man and he feels it in his bones

so sex w steve is 50/50; sometimes it's kinky and rough and other times it's very slow and sensual

it'll be those times that he likes you to ride him. back against the headboard, you on his lap with one hand on his shoulder and one tangled in his hair so that he can press kisses to your lips and chest and collarbone

steve is very basic with his kinks: he was all like "omg no mine are so shameful" and then admit he's into choking and all you can do is laugh, not bc you're kink shaming him but because it's cute he thinks he has to be ashamed

so yeah, he loves to have a hand on your throat

one day he accidentally leaves scratch marks on your back and the next night he goes fuckin FERAL. and that's the story of how you discovered steve's marking kink

he loves car sex. it's cramped as hell because he's a lanky little shit but it's his favourite thing

his favourite position is missionary, as basic as it is, but if he's feeling a bit more rough he'll pull you into doggy and pound into you from behind

steve has a pretty good sex drive but after work he would literally rather cuddle than have sex

but then he also has days where he's pulling you into fuckin closets to fuck you because he has to have you there & then

he just loves to hold you straight after, arms wrapped tightly around you as he presses kisses to your bare skin

billy hargrove

billy is probably the most experienced out of all of them. he's got a new girl every other week (minimum) so his body count is pretty high i'm ngl

he's not fucking stupid about it though - he gets tested for shit regularly and uses protection

any sort of sex with billy would start casually

there would be no emotion but that does not mean he doesn't fuck your brains out

it's pretty much a silent agreement amongst us all that he is well above average in terms of length and width

(his hair is very fair down there so it doesn't need much work, but he does trim it)

and even though billy is ice cold, he very self-aware of his monster dong and will prepare you accordingly with his fingers until you're wet enough - probably actively encourages lube as well

that's pretty much the start and end of him being nice because everything else involves him pounding into you from behind, a hand either pulling your hair back or shoving your face into the pillow

if you can think of a degrading nickname i can guarantee that he's used it

billy's favourite sight is you on your knees in front of him

he leaves marks everywhere; bruises on your hips, hickeys on your neck, between your legs, literally everywhere

but you tell him to stop at any minute and 100% he will

aftercare in that stage of your relationship is pretty much non-existent. he'll ask if you're okay but then his jeans are on and he's out the door before you can even come back down from your high

NOW let's assume, by some freak of nature, you manage to make this man feel something for you

sex will be different after that. there will still be times when it's all of the above but there's a more giving side of him that you can unlock, like some freaky sex video game

he'll let you be on top for once, which is pretty much unheard of before; hands exploring all over your body - probably settling on your ass tbh - but occasionally tangling your fingers with his

billy will kiss you during as well which he never did before

he never spoke before either, but when you're more intimate he's using all kind of pet names

his go to "my girl/boy/etc" but also "sweetheart" and "angel"

there's aftercare as well!! mostly he just wants to hold you and be vulnerable for a second, but he'll also clean you up and sleep beside you

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just a reminder that if u do not support a women's (and other ppl's) right to choose what they want do with their own fucking bodies i will chase u off my blog with a stick. ok thanks.

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mea culpa (m.m) - six

SUMMARY: “mea culpa” (exclamation - noun/legal term)

used as an acknowledgement of one’s fault or error.

↪ in which matt murdock accidentally falls in love with the district attorney’s daughter. (masterlist + playlist)

warnings: afab reader/fem pronouns, age gap, swearing, very brief mentions of blood

MINORS DNI - this has been clearly marked as having explicit content and with these clear warnings in place, you are reading this whilst being aware of said content

this is somehow the shortest part so far but with like...the most happening?? fuck me i guess

-jazz xx

It only took a few days to fall back into a routine with Matt.

This one was newer; fresher and lighter. A combination of what you had originally got into this fling for but also something…more. Now that you had admitted to one another that this meant something to you both, there was a weight off your shoulders. Having that established direction was all the confidence you needed to move forward with your whole head and heart in it. Matt’s promise to you had been important as well: you don’t have to decide what this is just yet. When you know, you just say, okay?

It was funny to hear it coming from him. He was a man that moved at a thousand miles an hour - taking on cases left right and centre, constantly chasing his next victory or the next landmark for social justice in Hell’s Kitchen. The fact he was stopping to slow down, even for a minute, was a reflection of your position in his life. Matt didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to take his time and enjoy it.

It was a warm Wednesday afternoon that you made your first public appearance together. Nothing serious - you were just strolling through Central Park on your shared lunch break. It had taken a lot of convincing on your part to get Matt to do it; he was filled with ten million panicked questions. What if someone sees us? What if they think it’s a conflict of interest?

Your argument that you could just be two colleagues grabbing lunch together was the thing that won him over. Maybe you were just taking advantage of the nice weather and walking through the park instead of having a meeting in a dinghy office, or maybe he’d bumped into you out and about and had questions about a case. They were all very plausible things, but it wasn’t until you grabbed his hand and said Matthew, I just want to spend time with you that he finally cracked.

“The weather is too nice. I don’t wanna go back to work,” Matt commented, aimlessly wandering down one of the quieter paths.

“Mmm,” you hummed. “Me too. I have a meeting this afternoon with a client and then I have some stupid dinner with some of the girls from college. I really don’t want to go.”

“You should cancel and come and see me instead,” he said. “I get off early tonight.”

“I don’t know how they would react to me ditching them to spend time with my boyfriend,” you shot back. “Pretty sure that’s breaking rule one of the girl code.”

Matt raised his eyebrows. “Who’s this boyfriend of yours? Should I be concerned?”

You stopped in your tracks, eyes widening. Shit. Neither of you had brought up the whole conversation about labels: you’d never had to before because there was never even a context where you would bring Matt up. The both of you had just sort of been cruising along on the understanding that you didn’t have to define something that you didn’t have to explain to anyone.

“Fuck, Matt, I -” you stumbled on your words, pausing for a minute. “I didn’t mean to say that. It just slipped out and-”

“- no, I like it,” he gave you a shit-eating grin.

This would have been the perfect moment to kiss. Alas, you were in public, surrounded by the prying eyes of hundreds of people who may or may not know your father. It was too risky to even share a hug, so instead, you gave Matt a huge smile and a curt nod.

“Good,” you said. “Me too.”

–

It was gone 10PM by the time you got back home after dinner.

Your family resided in a penthouse high-rise, just south of the World Trade Center. It overlooked the Hudson and had a beautiful view of the skyline; it was just a shame that you felt so trapped here as of late. Getting your own apartment had been on your to-do list for a while but up until Matt, you’d never had that much of a reason too. You loved sharing his space with him, but there was a massive part of you that wanted your own place. Moreover, it would be a place where you and Matt could just be, the same way you were at his. It would just be nice to have two places where your relationship could exist.

Throwing your jacket aside, you kicked off your heels and headed further into the apartment. The kitchen lights were on; you turned the corner to see your father. He wasn’t normally up past this hour, but tonight he was standing by the marble island, a glass of neat whiskey in front of him. Any other day you would have avoided him, but you’d been texting Matt all afternoon and his sacrilegious messages had you in a good mood.

“Rough day?” you asked.

Your father looked up from his glass, eyebrows raised. “No, I’ve had a fine day. We won another case this afternoon. I went out for drinks with your mother to celebrate and when we got back, I got a call from Harrison. You know Harrison, don’t you? He works by the park.”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded. “Is everything okay?”

“He was just dropping me a message to tell me that he spotted you and Matthew Murdock out for a nice afternoon stroll,” he continued, voice ice cold. “Do you want to explain to me why you’re gallivanting about with the enemy?”

Your eyes went wide and you forced yourself to swallow. “Matt just had some questions about the Thomspon case.”

“The Thompson case closed a week ago,” your dad shot back. “And as far as I know, him asking you questions doesn’t involve a romantic walk through Central Park with ice cream-”

“- I wasn’t doing anything wrong!” you snapped. “You can’t spy on me my whole fucking life!”

“Language!” he barked. “What is going on between you and Murdock?”

“Nothing!” you insisted. “Besides, I’m not a teenager anymore. I don’t have to explain everything to you.”

“You do when it’s a conflict of interest!” he continued. “Do you know how bad it looks on my part that one of my employees is running around town with a low-level pro-bono lawyer like him?”

“I am not your employee, I am your daughter!” you yelled. “I don’t have to take this. I’m going out.”

Storming away, you exited the kitchen. Your shoes and jacket were back on in a flash. You hadn’t expected your father to find out so soon - even though he hadn’t really found out anything. It was easy to argue that your outing with Matt had been completely innocent, though your reaction to his accusations might not have helped the situation.

You had an Uber to Matt’s place booked by the time the elevator got down to the lobby. You shot him a text as well - I’m on my way over. We have a situation. He never minded when you turned up unannounced; if anything, he enjoyed it.

It was only a twenty-minute or so drive - New York was never quiet, but the roads were a little emptier now that rush hour had passed. It gave you a chance to think: about what you were going to say to Matt, about what you were going to say to your father. This felt like a sign from the universe that you really should move out soon. Hell, you were ready to completely cut your family off at that moment. That just meant finding a job and finding your own place, and when your surname was so clearly linked back to your father, it would be hard for anyone to take you seriously.

Matt still hadn’t replied to your text by the time you got to his. You didn’t think too much of it - he was normally busy at this time with paperwork or files, and his phone wasn’t always on loud. You were practically the only person he ever texted anyways.

Hopping up the stairs, you frowned to yourself when you saw that the door to his apartment wasn’t closed. It wasn’t wide open, just slightly ajar, but that was weird for him. This was the same man who triple-checked that it was locked every night. There was no way in hell that he would just casually leave it open.

You gently pushed it, making your way inside the apartment.

“Matt?” you called. “It’s me.”

There was a strewn red boot on the floor and another one beside it. Your concern only grew deeper as you headed inside the apartment, following the trail of discarded red clothes.

It wasn’t until you saw a horned helmet tossed outside the bathroom and Matt cleaning up a giant wound on his stomach that you finally put two and two together.

“Holy shit,” you murmured, “you’re Daredevil.”

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nevarrhoe · 2 years

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mea culpa 6 will be out today btw😌

#how am i over halfway done with it already??#i've literally never finished a series before wtf

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nevarrhoe · 2 years

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no pressure AT ALL😡DONT OVERWORK YOURSELF😡

but when do you think the next part to mea culpa will be finished?

i'm afraid it won't be before next week :(( i'm going up north tomorrow for most the week (elton john baby here i comeeee) but i'm back next weekend so i'm hoping to get it done then. if not it'll be sometime next week!!

#asks

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nevarrhoe · 2 years

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sinful sunday lads

go wild

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mea culpa (m.m) - five

SUMMARY: “mea culpa” (exclamation - noun/legal term)

used as an acknowledgement of one’s fault or error.

↪ in which matt murdock accidentally falls in love with the district attorney’s daughter. (masterlist + playlist)

warnings: afab reader/fem pronouns, age gap, swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, p in v (because i have finally given u smut after several parts without <3)

MINORS DNI - this has been clearly marked as having explicit content and with these clear warnings in place, you are reading this whilst being aware of said content

apologies again for the massive gap between parts! i genuinely have no excuse lmao aside from the fact i was depressed and working lots. enjoy xx

-jazz xx

It didn’t take long to get used to life without Matthew Murdock.

He’d been important to you and then he wasn’t. People came and went all the time - you had ex-boyfriends and ex-best friends and a multitude of relationships that had been significant until they weren’t. You wouldn’t go as far as calling Matt your boyfriend but that didn’t erase the fact there had been a connection. That was what you missed most: having somebody who got you the way he did. And it was funny, because the string of insults he’d thrown your way during your last conversation proved him to be everything but someone who understood you. It had been a weak moment for you both and maybe if there had been more at stake - if you’d been the same age, or things were more serious, or your lives more intertwined then you could have moved on from it. That was just it though: it was just a fling. And it had to end eventually.

Two weeks later, you’d fallen back into your natural routine of shopping and drinking and enjoying a privileged existence. Now, however, you were spending more time at the office: not necessarily helping your father, but just running errands and doing paperwork. You told yourself over and over that it wasn’t anything to do with what Matt had said. Say it a few more times and maybe you’d start to believe it.

“So Harrison is single again,” your best friend’s voice filled the void of your father’s office. She was sat on the edge of your desk, filing her nails whilst you did your paperwork. “His ex-girlfriend cheated on him so he’s selling his place in London and moving back here. I can give him your number if you want.”

You tried not to visibility flinch at the mere thought. Even though your affair with Matt had proved to be anything but successful, the idea of ever going back to a guy your own age was a little too much. What was the point? They were all immature, trust fund babies who couldn’t fuck properly and definitely wouldn’t treat you right. And you weren’t looking for commitment - not at that point in your life. You just needed someone who could make you laugh and make you orgasm. That had seemed impossible to find. At least until Matt.

“Mmm,” you hummed. “No, I’m good. Harrison and I never really got on that well.”

“Oh, come on!” she groaned. “He’s hurting right now so you know he’ll probably put out-”

“- I’m not interested!” you cut her off. “I’m just not really looking for anything right now. I wanna focus on work.”

“Doing paperwork for free at your dad’s office doesn’t count as work,” she huffed.

“Yeah, whatever,” you muttered. “I have an appointment now anyways, so if you could make yourself scarce I would really appreciate it.”

“Fiiiine,” she grumbled. “Are you coming to cocktails tonight at the Rainbow Room?”

“I’ll see.”

She stood up and sauntered out of the room - just in time, actually, because your 4PM appointment was waiting right outside. You tried not to visibly react to seeing Matt; somehow, you’d avoided crossing paths with him around the courthouse thus far. It was bound to happen eventually but you felt a lot worse about it than you initially thought.

“Mr Murdock,” you greeted him, holding your professionalism until the door was closed and your friend was out of earshot. When she was, you faltered slightly. He had a strong presence after all.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Matt took a deep breath, putting aside his cane.

“Look, Matthew, I can reschedule this appointment when my father’s back in town, or when his assistant can take it instead-”

“- I scheduled it for today on purpose, actually,” he admitted. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You scowled. “And did you consider that maybe I don’t want to talk to you?”

“Yeah, that was definitely a possibility I thought about,” he said. “But you are talking to me, so that gives me hope.”

You paused for a second - Matt did have a point. If you truly hated him, you probably would have ignored him from the get-go. You were furious with the man, without a doubt, but some part of you still held onto the way he’d made you feel before the fuck up. He’d said all those things in the heat of the moment, but you couldn’t shake the fact he still said them.

“I’m getting on with my life,” you said. “I’m over it. You should do the same.”

“I tried,” Matt replied. “I already regretted the things I said-”

“- why?” you cut him off. “You had a point, Matt. I’m a spoilt little rich girl and you’re a working class lawyer. We’ll never see eye to eye or understand each other. No amount of good fucking will change that.”

He hesitated for a second. “I think you’re wrong.”

“Oh?”

“You were right about the Thompson case, though,” he admitted. “The defendant changed his plea last week.”

“Right,” you murmured. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah, me too,” he shrugged. “I’m more sorry about the things I said, though. I take my job very seriously and there are times where it gets in the way of other important things - more important things.”

“I’m a girl you slept with a few times. I wouldn’t hold myself in that high regard.”

He gave you a small smile. “You should - I’m not here to declare my love for you or ask for your hand in marriage but I didn’t realise til you weren’t in my life that you meant more to me than a silly argument.”

“I do?’

“You do,” Matt replied. “All those things I said…none of them matter. I might be right, I might not be, but even if you’re the most spoiled, aloof rich girl in this city, you’re the girl I’d choose over any other.”

You stood up and crossed over to where Matt was stood - he reached out for you as you met halfway, large hands taking your waist as you crashed your lips against his. You’d missed his palms; they were calloused and rough and rugged but fuck, they held you so well. Same for his lips. He bit them when he was anxious so they were always a little indurated but they felt right against yours.

After that little speech of his, things felt a little more…intense. It had just been a fling before but now it felt like something more.

“You sure do how to sweet talk a girl into forgiving you, huh?” you murmured against him.

“I really don’t,” Matt replied, and you felt his chest shake slightly as he chuckled. “I practiced that speech like fifty times on the way over here.”

“It worked,” you smiled. Taking a step back, you locked the office door and then tangled your hands with Matt’s, leading him over to the sofa on the other side of the room. “But I think we should talk things through a little bit.”

Matt took a seat opposite you. “Yeah, of course.”

“We need to set boundaries,” you explained. “We’re very different people and I just…I need to know that we can deal with those differences if they come up again, you know? We can’t argue it out every time and now that we’ve established this is a little more than a one night stand-”

“- you don’t have to decide what it is yet,” he cut you off. “I know things are different for you - you’re younger and your entire life is different from mine. When you do know, you just say, okay?”

You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Of course, I appreciate that.”

“And I know that we’re different,” Matt said. “I like that about us. If it does come up again, we’ll dealt with it. Not like the first time we dealt with it, but we will.”

He pulled you into another kiss; this one was a little deeper, a little more passionate. There was no guesses on where it was leading, and you had to quickly remind yourself that you were still in your father’s office. Not that you hadn’t fantasised about this multiple times. You weren’t opposed to it - not by any means - but you worried Matt might have his reservations about getting off in such a public place.

You almost said something, but when he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you onto his lap, any worries quickly dissipated. Previously, neither of you had worked this fast. There was normally build up - a bit of teasing and fliritng, even if you both knew where it was going to go - but after two of nothing, neither of you cared much for foreplay (in both a literal and metaphorical sense).

Matt pushed you back onto the sofa so you were laying flat, attaching his lips to your neck. You almost let out a moan, until he clamped a large hand over your mouth. Thinking ahead, as always. He didn’t waste any more time in taking off your blouse and skirt. He was a little more careful than usual, being aware that you’d have to put them back on after. That didn’t stop him throwing them across the room. There was a little more fumbling and finally his shirt came off too.

“Matt,” you murmured. “Those marks on your chest-”

“- they’re nothing,” he growled.

“Matt.”

The lawyer huffed - he wasn’t about to get cockblocked after two weeks of not seeing you.

“I fell,” Matt muttered. “I was drunk and I fell. Will you take that story?”

“I will take it simply for the sake of the fact your boner is pressing against my thigh,” you replied. “But I’ll have questions later-”

“- works with me.”

He went back to work, lips on your neck, then collarbone, and chest, and then your neck again. The marks he’d left on you after your last fuck had faded and he was determined to leave more. He was still careful though, making sure they were in places no-one else would see. If you went into this meeting with no visible hickeys, you’d have to leave without them. Y’know, for continuity.

You moved your hands down, fiddling with the buckle on his belt until it came loose and you were able to reach a hand down and brush it over his dick. He shivered when you did: even though he had the feeling of you memorised - your hands, your mouth, everything - it was still something he had craved over the last few weeks.

Matt grabbed you again, and you let out a squeak as he flipped you over. He was underneath now - you still in control no doubt, with one hand on your throat and the other on your ass - with you on top. That had become one of his favourite positions. It gave him easy access to everything.

Placing both his hands on your ass cheeks, he pulled you forward and slipped inside you. It took you a minute to revel on the feeling: after all, this time an hour ago, you weren’t sure you would ever feel this good again. And some petty part of you still wanted to punish Matt, so you held out on moving for as long as you could. It was easy enough until he grabbed you by the throat again, pulling you towards him so that your foreheads were pushed together.

“Ride,” he demanded.

You did as he said, moving your hips back and forth. Your groans were simultaneously, but both surpressed given the…envrionment. Normally, you were noisy as fuck and Matt would encourage it. At the moment, you couldn’t work out if him squeezing your throat every time you let out a groan was praise or punishment. Either was fine.

Matt’s free hand moved about, sometimes on your ass, sometimes on your tits, and ever so often lingering on your clit. If he’d had more time, he would have teased you more but given the noise and time constraint, he kept it simple. That was funny to you, because his idea of simple was still a thousand times more mindblowing than any other man you’d ever been with.

He hit the right spot over and over and it wasn’t long until you could feel something building up in the pit of your stomach. That might have been a new record. You could barely think straight as you rode him, hands leaving bright red scratches up and down his toned arms. It was only egging him on.

Even when your high hit you, completely disabling your ability to think and ripping through your frontal lobe like a bucket of cold fucking water, Matt kept going. He wasn’t far off, and the load moan you let out when you came brought him even closer.

“You need to be quiet,” he teased, hand squeezing your throat as you let out another groan.

Matt followed not long after you. Rather than covering his mouth, he buried his head in your shoulder, teeth pinching at your bare skin as he let out a low grunt. You tangled a hand in his hair, arm wrapping around his neck to bring him up into a kiss.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured. “Is it safe to say that we’re all good?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “You’re forgiven.”

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obi wan changes his first name (but not his last name) and goes to the planet where anakin has living relatives and speaks in his silly little coruscant accent and hasn’t shaved his iconic facial hair and still wears jedi robes and yet everyone in the imperial empire is just like “girl obi wan is straight up missing and it’s impossible to find him”

#q #kenobi spoilers #obi-wan kenobi spoilers

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𝟖:𝟑𝟒𝐏𝐌 [[ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐊 ]]

18+ MDNI —matt's girl is a spitfire, but she's also a sensitive little thing that can easily get her feelings hurt. good thing matt always knows how to make it all better

The first thing Matt notices when he walks through the door is the sweet smell wafting from the kitchen. It’s an observation that makes him nervous, because he knows you, and he knows you only ever bake when you’re upset.

Shrugging off his coat, he lines up his dress shoes against the wall—just how you like it—and then heads down the hall and into the minefield.

A normal person would think you’re fine, there’s classical music playing and it smells like shortbread. But Matt knows classical music is always a bad sign, and he also notices you’re whipping the batter a little harder than usual, and he can smell the open bottle of wine you have set out on the counter. “Hi, sweetheart.”

The whipping stops, but just as fast it starts again. “Hello, Matthew.”

Shit.

Matt shuffles up behind you, propping the bag of take out he brought in with him on the counter before dropping a kiss to the top of your head. “How was your day, honey? Smells delicious.”

“It was fine.”

He sighs, biting back a smile because even when you’re being a brat, he can’t help but want to kiss you silly. “Are we fighting?”

The whipping stops again, and he hears you let out a breath, a quiet scoff, and he already knows your shoulders are tense from the way you shift in front of him. “I don’t know, are we?”

It’s him that sighs this time, turning you around so now you’re stuck between his arms, leaning back against the counter with your arms crossed defensively over your chest. “Alright. Talk to me, baby.”

Your lips purse, and you can feel your eye twitching as you stare daggers at his chest.

His hand moves to tap an index finger on your forehead. “Can’t read your mind, sweetheart.”

“If you loved me enough you would.”

He lets out a laugh at that, and you can’t help but bite back a smile. You know you’re being ridiculous, but it’s his fault for making you so codependent! … At least that’s what you keep telling yourself.

“You didn’t call today.”

Matt frowns at that. He doesn’t remember you guys making any plans, but he hates the thought of you thinking he forgot about you.

“Did we make plans, honey? I’m sorry, I must’ve forgot—”

“We didn’t,” you huff, a little embarrassed now. He can hear your toe digging into your other foot nervously, and he knows you're avoiding looking at his face. “Not really I guess… You just… You always call. At lunch.”

When it finally dawns on him, he feels like the biggest asshole in the world. He knows it’s not really his fault, and he also knows you don’t really fault him for it. But you’re a fragile thing. Tough as nails, a little spitfire always ready to talk smack, but you’re sensitive—as he’s come to learn. It took work to get you to open up, to admit to needing him just as much as he needs you. A lot of unlearning toxic shit people in your past convinced you of. But he’s won every battle, beat every challenge. So in this moment, as he listens to your staggered breathing and the clear pout in your words, he can’t help but feel bad for hurting your feelings… but he also feels like the luckiest guy in the world for being the one you miss.

“It’s stupid, I’m sorry. I’m just being—”

“Hey.” There’s a thumb pressed to your lips that makes the words catch in your throat. “Your feelings are never stupid. I’m sorry I made you sad, angel. I didn’t mean to, but I’m still sorry it happened.”

You pout against his thumb, eyes glazing over the tiniest bit when he rubs it gently over your lower lip. “Jus’ missed you, I guess.”

He smiles that stupid smile of his that always makes you dizzy. “You guess?” He knocks his forehead against yours, but not before brushing his lips against the tip of your nose. “Sounds like you can’t live without me.”

You huff and push grumpily at his chest, ignoring the way his laugh makes your stomach flutter while he pulls you in with a smug smirk. “You’re an asshole.”

He hums, dipping down to kiss gently at your pouty lips. “Can’t live without you either, guess we’re both needy.”

You gasp, “I am not needy—hmph”

This time the kiss is hot, and wet, and it makes your toes curl in your cute patterned socks. Matt has always excelled at this, you think, rendering you speechless when usually you can’t seem to shut up.

When he pulls away, you’re breathing hard and you can tell he’s amused. “You are though,” he comments, brushing a stray lock of hair out of your face. “My needy girl. So sweet though, can’t get enough.”

He knows he has you right where he wants you when you can’t come up with a witty remark. Every last trace of coherent thought washed away the second his lips are on you.

“Are you gonna let me eat you out?” His hands are firm on your ass. “Eat your pretty pussy? To apologize?” Before you can even try to answer he’s already lifting you up on the countertop, running his hands up your warm thighs and bringing the hem of your pencil skirt up with him. “Gimme your hands, hold this for me.”

Doing just as he says, you sit there, legs spread and back against the cupboard doors, fingers clutching obediently at the fabric of your skirt while the man you love drops to his knees and noses at your clothed cunt. He curses into the fabric, tonguing at the wet spot between your thighs.

“Already so wet. This all for me, sweetheart?” He groans and nips at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “You know I like you nice and messy. Always such a good girl, so eager to please.”

The words rip a needy mewl out of you, back arching against the cupboard willing him to touch you. He smiles knowingly against your skin, pressing a chaste skin to the crease of your thigh before moving to stand. Your eyes, which had fluttered close at the feeling of his face so close to your pussy, are half lidded as you stare up at him with a pained expression. “Wh—I’m sorry, please.”

He shushes you with a mocking tilt to his voice, cooing down at you and kissing at your heated cheeks. “I've got you, sweetheart. You know I do, jus’ gotta get you out of these.”

Long skilled fingers slide under the hem of your underwear. “Lift your hips for me, baby.” And then he’s sliding them down and tucking them away in his back pocket. “Watch your head.”

With that, he pushes your thighs up and towards your chest, pushing you back to rest on your elbows—narrowly missing the edge of the cupboard—while he bends at the waist to bury his face in your folds. He licks, sucks, and nips just how you like it. Humming and groaning against your slick cunt, making the vibrations send you closer and closer to orgasm. Your thighs shake around his head, one hand gripping tight at his hair as your hips grind needily against his face, whimpering when the tip of his nose bumps your sensitive clit.

It’s not long before he has you creaming on his face, the orgasm leaving you spent and overly sensitive, making you twitch as he takes his time licking you clean. When he stands, he’s already reaching for you by the time you let out the first whine, making grabby hands at him like you always do after he leaves you brainless.

Matt loves you like this. All pretenses gone, no need to act tough when he melts your smart little brain into mush with his tongue. He wraps his arms tight around you, rocking you slightly as he waits for your breath to even out, gentle kisses being pressed to your hairline. “Such a pretty girl. Love you like this, you know? Sweetest thing, and you’re all mine.”

His words lull you into a sleepy state, making you dig your nose into his pecs, eyes closed and needy hands gripping tight at the back of his shirt. “Love you, Matty.”

“I love you more, baby.” Big hands rub up and down your back, his smile hidden in your hair. “I take it I’m forgiven then?”

You hum, tightening your hold on him. “Ask me again when I’m coherent.”

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nevarrhoe · 2 years

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What if Peter and r were in a fight cuz Peter has been ignoring her and it just gets rlly smutty with Peter being such a dom …i understand if u dont want to tho ☺️

ohhhh but this is hot i do love angst that leads to smut (i always write these with tasm! peter in mind oops no regrets)

smut below the cut. minors dni. + also afab! reader

peter doesn't mean to ignore you; i kind of imagine it coming from you guys being in a low key fight already and then he accidentally ignores you and makes it worse

you kinda have to corner him and make him argue it out because you have a lot to get out your system and he's just not giving you the time of day

honestly, it's because peter parker is a fucking dumb ass and he assumes that's what you want - space, time, whatever

so you're arguing and yelling at each other and then somehow you both pause and just kind of. start kissing.

and it's heated and hot and somehow more passionate then when you're both good with each other

because of his powers, peter is naturally more dominant

as in he'll be the one who leads, the one who tells you what to do, etc (not all the time, but most the time - don't think this boy cannot be topped because he CAN)

but that's tenfold now. it normally takes a bit more for him to crack out the super strength and webs and really use them on you, but now he's pretty fucking unforgiving

it's not long before he's fucking webbed you to the bed and he's going down on you harder than you ever have before

he's all "does this shut you up, huh?" and "not so mouthy now, are you?"

even after you've come once, he keeps going

then when he's finally done with his mouth - not because he's bored, the man could go down on you for hours - he's pounding into you not long after

he wants you to be loud. he encourages it, in fact

if you're into it, he'll definitely have a hand on your throat

and he keeps going and going tbh you can orgasm three four five times before he even thinks of himself

it's not always possible but he tries to align your high with his. he feels closer to you that way.

peter will drop you beside you afterwards and pull you into his chest, broad arms hugging you tightly as he presses a kiss to your forehead

it doesn't solve the argument. he knows that. but the air is a little more clear now and you feel a lot closer to one another.

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