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delzinrowe · 11 hours

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WORD COUNT: ~1.4K WARNINGS: Mentions of alcohol, idk. F!Reader

Bartender!Takuma Ino has been rotting my brain so here's a little something.

Bartender!Takuma, who is one of three bartenders in a local pub. He’s known for his mixing skills and his moves, constantly getting the highest tips due to his level of wit, skill and his handsome face.

Bartender!Takuma who always has a keen eye for guests and listens attentively when he notices someone with worries. He has a special drink for each occasion that he gives a concerned guest. For a broken heart he has a soft pastel blue coloured sweet cocktail meant to heal. For financial trouble he has a clear drink with green syrup that brings fortune. For family struggles he has a pink cocktail, supposed to lift all the worries and help rekindle.

Bartender!Takuma who gets in trouble with his boss for giving out those cocktails for free (one per guest though) but always gets off the hook cause he brings the most business into the pub and is well liked by all locals.

Bartender!Takuma whose eyes are immediately on you when he sees you walk in. He doesn’t say a word about it but he notices the tear stains on your cheeks, the chapped lips from biting them nervously, the unfocused gaze in your eyes. He’s immediately in front of you when you sit down at the bar, ready to take your order.

Bartender!Takuma who mixes you a special and unique sweet cocktail after you tell him you don’t have the mind to choose from a long list of drinks. He serves you the cocktail with a reassuring smile.

Bartender!Takuma who is known as the one to always make a show but tonight he didn’t perform a single move because all his attention is on you. He keeps coming back to you and asks you if everything is okay, but he never comes across as pressuring or pushing.

Bartender!Takuma who doesn’t give you advice because he knows advice from someone else might come from a good place but mostly falls on deaf ears until the person actually learns the lesson on their own, so he settles for listening to you instead.

Bartender!Takuma whose shift ended half an hour ago, yet he still stands behind the bar, talking to you about mindless stuff until you cheer up a little more because he can’t leave without seeing you smile.

Bartender!Takuma who asks if he should call you a taxi or bring you home himself when you tell him it’s time to go but he knows you’ve had a few drinks. You reassure him that your friend will pick you up and you won’t drive yourself, which has him visibly relieved.

Bartender!Takuma who watches you leave with the sour taste of regret in his mouth that he didn’t ask you for your number or at least gave you his. But he knows it would be unprofessional, and despite everything you (and other locals) share with the bartenders you’re still all just paying customers.

Bartender!Takuma who leaves that day with the least tips he ever got because most of his attention was on you but he really doesn’t care about that because as long as he made you smile it was all worth it.

Bartender!Takuma who spends his shifts during the next few days watching the door almost obsessively in hopes to see you walk in again but he’s disappointed every time it’s someone else. He’s waiting to see you again.

Bartender!Takuma who always gives up on seeing you again and tries to forget you by doing his job extra well, performing different bartending moves and throwing bottles and glasses in the air, effortlessly catching them all and putting on a show for all the guests. He’s so immersed in the show that he only notices the wave of new customers when he approaches them from behind the bar.

Bartender!Takuma who is absolutely elated and immediately has a bright smile on his face when he realizes you are among the wave of customers. He does his best to cater to everyone’s wishes but his attention is still mostly on you as he asks you about stuff related to your first night in the bar. It makes you blush that he remembers even small details.

Bartender!Takuma who doesn’t seem to notice the glances your friends give you whenever he performs a trick just for you. He still performs for other guests too but it’s obvious that he’s putting much more effort into the moves he makes for you.

Bartender!Takuma who slowly but surely gets to know you more, your full name and zodiac, as you tell him happily, your profession, your worries, your hobbies, your likes and dislikes. He’s happy you’re talking to him so much and he’s opening up to you just the same.

Bartender!Takuma who once again forgot to ask you for your number when you leave but it’s okay because he has the strong impression that you’ll visit the pub again, and he hopes it’s because of him.

Bartender!Takuma who is smiling like a little kid on Christmas when he sees you again because he was right that you’d come back. His two colleagues are happy you’re back too because if they had to listen to him talk about you any more they would have punched him.

Bartender!Takuma who builds a solid friendship with you over the course of weeks. You don’t know it but his colleagues tell him when you come in on his days off and how your happy smile always falters when they tell you he’s not working. His heart always skips a beat when he thinks about it

Bartender!Takuma who gladly caters to all your wishes in everything cocktail-wise and always knows which moves to make to get you to laugh. Everytime he succeeds his heart makes a little jump.

Bartender!Takuma who gets urged by his colleagues to finally make a move and ask you out because now that you frequent the pub they have seen many guys looking at you. He gets visibly upset when they tell him that men have bought you drinks on his day off.

Bartender!Takuma who is immediately irritated when a guy on the other side of the bar buys you a drink and tells him to give you a message. But it’s his job, so he has to do it. Instead of making the drink and giving it to you right away however, he asks you if you want to accept it.

Bartender!Takuma who smiles a little too happily when you ask him if it’s impolite to reject the drink from the guy. He reassures you that it’s not impolite and takes care of the guy, in a more or less polite manner because he’d like to keep his job.

Bartender!Takuma who scowls the immediate moment a stranger approaches you and asks if they can buy you a drink. It’s different when someone is standing right next to you, so he knows you’re likely to accept just so you don’t anger the stranger. He takes the stranger's order, internally rolling his eyes at the bitter drink he ordered for you because he knows you don’t like bitter cocktails.

Bartender!Takuma who nonetheless mixes the drink and even performs some of his skilled moves to get you to look at him. When he serves the drink he accidentally spills it, making sure it stains the stranger’s pants. Of course he apologizes, but only you know that it’s a half assed apology that he doesn’t mean

Bartender!Takuma who swears the entire pub can hear his heart leaping when you thank him for saving you with his little stunt. It’s the first time he’s actually blushing and you think it makes him look even more handsome.

Bartender!Takuma who finally has the guts to ask you if you want to go out with him after weeks of pining for you. He’s not as smooth when he asks you, almost a little clumsy with his words but unbeknownst to him you think it makes him seem even cuter.

Bartender!Takuma who can’t hide his relieved and happy smile when you agree on a date. He’s so happy he completely forgets to ask for your number or when you have time. When you leave he wants to kick himself because how can he take you out on a date if he doesn’t even have your number.

Bartender!Takuma who almost breaks out in a happy dance when one of his colleagues hands him the napkin you purposely left behind with your number on it. He’s so happy he seems to be floating and beaming, brighter than the sun itself. All because he’s soon taking you out on the best date you ever had.

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years

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|| Justify ||

Poor is the man

Whose pleasures depend

On the permission of another

Love me, that's right, love me

I want to be your baby

Pairing: Matt Murdock X female Reader

Rating: E 18+ very much MAXIMUM SMUT, Shibari rope bondage, religious tropes, black suit (mmfff), fuck-me-in-half style sex, Matt Murdock's All Night Long Fuckathon, multiple orgasms, overstim, p in v, cream pie, oral, cumplay, oh- is that a breeding kink? Mayyyybe.

A/n: if you fancy you can have a listen to part of the inspiration for this, of course it's Madonna - Justify My Love. It's a bit long, sorry for any mistakes if they're terrible let me know, um.. nothing much else to say really, enjoy?

You waited alone in the office for him to arrive, idly tidying away the detritus of the day to pass the time. You were on edge, excited, and if you were completely honest, a little bit nervous.

He came in through the window and you almost didn't hear him, your body jerking in surprise and heart hammering a hundred times a second as his hand slipped so casually around your waist. You could feel him smirking, lips warm into your neck as he brushed your hair aside and planted a soft kiss just under your ear.

"Matt..."

"No. You asked for the other guy." his tone shot straight through you and you released an extremely shaky exhale before breathing him in. He smelled of the cool night air, of the city. Of rooftops, alleys and blood. Fights won, prevented, and lost.

His hands go to your shoulders, easily sliding the loose straps of your dress aside and you looked down almost helplessly as it fell down watching it pool on the floor around your feet.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?"

You shouldn't have been surprised at how beautifully he worked the ropes, how his fingers danced across your skin setting you alight with anticipation as he prepared you. Coils wrapped tidily around your wrists like crimson cuffs with a strong loop emerging from between them. Rows of neat knots decorated your body in a deceptively simple and attractive harness. Every single twist, wrap and knot was strategically placed for your pleasure, either indirectly by pressing against a pressure point, or more obviously, like the two strands that crisscross and diagonally frame around your clit. Every time you squirm against your bindings they give you a delicate kiss of stimulation and no more, just enough to have you lightly panting and pliant for him. You perch on one of the office chairs, the ropes wrapping your thighs softly pressing into your skin.

It was well into the evening of course, the main office door was locked but he had made sure your friends were busy just in case. You wouldn't have wanted to give Karen or Foggy an accidental view of you in this particular state. In fact you had almost said no to Matt before you acquiesced to his request for it to be here, he was very persuasive. With that mouth, and those hands he could almost get you to agree to anything.

Of course, you also had requests.

Actually, just the one.

"The Devil." you'd asked him, "I want him to take my confession."

Matt's mouth had gone dry. "I uh, hear the church can do that, see, they have these things called priests..." he half jokes but he's curious.

"Please."

"Alright." Matt's interest was doubly piqued. After all, what could you say to the Devil that you wouldn't say to him?

And so here you were. And here he was. You had to admit this was not quite what you were expecting when he decided to take his turn with the ropes.

Exposed. That was one word for how you both felt and looked, the blood red silken fibres your only garment while you were very much on display. But, this was his church and you were serving as his altar. He leaned up against the desk opposite as you shifted again.

"How long has it been since your last confession?" His voice is dark, dripping golden honey, rolling over you like liquid temptation.

"I... don't remember. Too long." Your tongue flicks out across your lips. "Many, many sins ago..."

You see a muscle in his jaw tic under the skin.

"It's okay, you can unburden yourself now, to me."

You take a deep breath.

"I have... thoughts."

Matt smirks, unsurprised. "As do we all from time to time. What is it that troubles you about them in particular?"

You rub your legs together, squirming in the chair. The rope fibres swish softly, almost musically, to Matt's ears.

"They're... impure. They concern a man."

There's silence for a few moments before he coaxes you to continue.

"God is always listening, sweetheart."

You swallow. "He's a good man, he cares so much for others, more than he does himself. He gives so much. He makes me want to be a better person."

Matt tilts his head to the side. "That sounds admirable?"

"Yes," you nod, "he stands up for people who cannot help themselves and seeks justice for them."

"But?" Matt preempts.

"Sometimes things don't have a happy ending, sometimes he can't stop the bad things from happening. Through no fault of his own. But he carries his own sins, he punishes himself with them and it hurts me to see him like that."

You watch him, wondering if you've crossed a line as he turns his head away, guilt almost seeming to darken the room.

"I know I can't change those things, but I can help him deal with them, maybe help him forget? I love him, as anyone could. I admit that it isn't always easy, real love never is, but I am so in love with him, with all of my heart, my soul. I want him to know that."

Although he knows you're talking about him, Matt starts to feel untethered.

"Then, how could your thoughts be impure?"

He draws his focus and holds on to the steady beating of your heart in the silence before you speak again and he's glad of it, as what you say next has him burning alive.

You sigh, closing your eyes as your confession starts flowing free and unbidden from your lips.

"I yearn, I ache for him. God, I can't find the words to describe how much I ache for this man... I want to take on all of his sin, to drown in it. I'm not unsatisfied, far from it, he gives me so much. But I know he holds back, I know I can take more, give him more of me..."

Matt can feel your body temperature rising, and the sound of your pulse is thudding through his skull. He can't help the shudder that wracks his body as you suddenly slide yourself off the chair, dropping to your knees in supplication in front of him.

"I need him so badly, you can't know how much."

His hands curl into fists and he's biting the inside of his cheek as he fights with the urge to devour you, but you're not finished with your admissions. You bow your head, and there's the barest whisper of a prayer from your lips that could only ever be for him to hear.

"God forgive me, for I know there's no other heaven than what I feel when he's inside me."

What the hell did he do to deserve you? To deserve this? He's interrogating himself but there's no answer. Blood is flowing like lava through his body, most of it heading south leaving him almost dizzy.

Leaning down, his fingers touch to the side of your face, sliding along to hook gently under your jaw and tip your head up. Your eyes drink him in. His are still shrouded with black cloth, his head tilts minutely to the side waiting, listening. The slick black shirt clings like a second skin to every muscle of his torso, it moves with his shoulders and chest as his breathing comes quick and shallow, adrenaline from the night still simmering in his veins. You don't miss the way his cock strains against those tight black pants.

"You want to drown in my sins, darling?"

You watch dumbstruck as he unzips his fly and pulls his thick cock out, holding it just above you making you squirm again.

He strokes himself a few times, slow. Your pupils grow wide as you gaze up him, watching his mouth as he parts his lips, just a touch, enough to let a thick drip of saliva fall straight down from his bottom lip. It lands neatly on the head of his cock, dripping around it and stretching, dripping down again in a connecting string which hits the flattened surface of your protruding tongue as you open your mouth for it. Matt's eyes roll into the back of his head as he hears, feels, and smells all of this unfolding, visualising the whole scene, his cock throbbing as his grip on it tightens.

"Fuck... baby-"

Any further words are lost into a slur of murmured expletives as you slide your mouth on him, spit slick and hot over the velvety soft skin. You rock your hips as you work him over, moving back and forth as the carefully positioned rope framing your cunt is teasing, beckoning you towards pleasure of your own. You bring your bound hands up around the base of his cock, fingers brushing at his dark curls and caressing his balls drawing a beautiful sound from deep in his chest as you attempt to suck the very soul out of him. Your throat gradually relaxes taking him deeper, and you feel him fighting the primal jerk of his hips, holding back as you moan around him.

You can't have that.

Pulling back slowly, your tongue drags underneath his shaft all the way to the tip where a glistening drop of precum leaks and spreads over the surface of your taste buds like a blot of wicked ink.

"Let go." you tell him.

His fingers twitch at his sides, chest heaving and he rips off the mask. "I- I just don't want to hurt you."

"You could never. I asked for the devil and that's what you're gonna give me. Let him out."

As you engulf him once more it doesn't take long for his hips to start moving in short thrusts. His fingers tentatively touch to your hair, gently sliding around to hold and guide your head and you groan your approval allowing him to take what he needs.

What he wants.

You're driving him insane already with your pretty mouth and tongue, his hand gravitates to your throat, fingers spreading as he fucks your mouth proper. God, he can feel his cock moving inside, feel the warm spit leaking and dripping down your chin, can smell your sweet cunt soaking the twists of ropes between your thighs. Fuck. He can't help himself, rutting harder now as he thinks about how you crave this, growling as it makes you moan louder and reverberate through him, makes gorgeous tracks of tears run down your cheeks and mix with the drool spilling out of your mouth. Your hands are massaging, pulling at his balls, the slightest tease of your fingers at his ass.

Oh goddd- oh fuck- he's gonna cum.

You grip him tightly as you feel him start to shake, hear his stuttering harsh breath as his orgasm builds its way right up from the base of his spine. You look up as his pretty mouth goes slack and his eyelids flutter closed. You want to grab his ass and force him to you but the bindings make it too awkward so you settle for gently squeezing his balls and humming around his cock, satisfied as you hear and feel his feral grunt and his hot release hits the back of your throat, coating it and your tongue in thick spurts.

You swallow him down, lick him clean, and slowly let him go. He's gripping the desk behind him, shaking. "oh god." he whispers, a prayer.

"It's just us." you say softly, smirking.

After a few moments he manages to unscramble his brain and pulls you to your feet wiping the mix of tears, cum, and spit from your face with a tissue from the desk. Then he's lucid, stripping himself of the rest of his clothes and boots, guiding you backwards towards the door, careful not to let you trip as he pushes you up against it. You try to withhold a grin of satisfaction, you've done it now, no going back. Turned the key in the lock and let this thing loose.

He casts the loop at your hands around the coat hook on the back of the office door. You shiver with anticipation as he takes his time just tracing his fingertips over your body, down your neck to your collarbone, tickling down the inside of your arm, palming your breasts, skimming lightly over your hip and trailing off at your upper thigh.

"Matt..."

"Shh." He soothes, with the black of his armour gone, all the rough kisses of the night on his body are on display.

You let loose a sigh as he leans into you, skin to skin, feeling almost every part of him already melding with you, buzzing with urgent desire. His teeth graze against your throat, you lean back on the door, your head gently thunking against it as he nips and marks you, echoing his own bruises.

"Are you gonna absolve me of all this, sweetheart?"

His voice has the hairs on the back of your neck standing up and you moan softly as he sucks more red bruising kisses into your skin.

"All my lust? My greed?"

"Yes."

Being anchored and held by your wrists meant that you could easily be turned, and that's exactly what he does, quickly spinning you around to face the door. He drags his fingertips down the center of your spine, pulling at the criss-crossing ropes and your back arches instinctually at his touch, hips tilting and pushing your ass up into his hands as they slide around to squeeze it.

"Eager, aren't you?"

Matt grabs your hips, pulls them back towards him and you moan feeling him hardening again between the cleft of your ass as he lazily grinds against you. One of his hands slips around to your front splaying over your public bone, his two middle fingers pressing into your slit.

"Mine." he rasps, rubbing the fingers through your wetness and over your clit making you keen. He slips them inside you, "yours..." you hiss as Matt starts to pump them in and out.

"So tight,"

"Yeah..."

"So... fucking... wet," he drawls.

Your patience for teasing is wearing thin. "Matty-"

"Spread your legs for me angel, your devil's gonna take you to heaven."

You barely have time to obey his command before the head of his cock is teasing and pressing into your entrance and you both groan in unison as he's filling you all the way to the hilt. He rests his chin between your neck and shoulder, his other hand dragging across your pretty harness and toying with your breasts. He's as close to you as can be, his breath ghosting over the marks he made as you relax into his intimate embrace.

Your own breath is punched out of you as he snaps his hips suddenly, roughly, your wrists jerking on the hook and stressing the door in its frame as he sets a brutal pace.

"M-matt!" you yelp as he flicks a finger against your clit, but he does not relent.

"Like that?"

You moan, head nodding loosely as all you can do is lose yourself to the incomparable sensation of him inside you. He wrenches at the red ropes at your hips, pulling you onto his cock and hitting so deep inside you wonder just how long he's been holding himself back. He's feral tonight, focused on just how much you can take, how far he can push you and you're high on it.

He keeps driving into you, rattling the door with each thrust. His lips brush the shell of your ear, "you feel so fucking good, always so good baby."

All you can do is moan in response, letting your head fall back against his shoulder as his hand returns between your thighs, intent on blowing your mind. There's nothing patient about the way he's touching you, nothing teasing like he wants to draw this out. He's set on pulling as much pleasure and as many orgasms as he can out of you while you're restrained. The way you had given him permission for this was still burning bright in his mind and gut.

He gathers your slick, spreading it all over you and easing the friction of his rough fingertips on your clit. Your whimpers and breathy little moans he pulls from you are so addictive. Matt grunts as you clench around him and that only serves to make him speed up his fingers, still fucking that perfect cock into you like it was his only purpose. Heat is curling up like a muscular snake in your core, tightening with every thrust, every precise and sensual movement, and Matt is well aware.

"C'mon sweetie, I want to feel it."

Your eyes are screwed shut, lips parted as you start to pant heavily, tension almost at breaking point and then, with a simple devious whisper he sends you over the edge.

"there's a good girl..."

You shatter, white hot pleasure unfurling right through you as you cum, pussy fluttering and making Matt grit his teeth in a salacious grin but he just keeps going, fucking you all the way through it until you're whining at him.

He pulls out, the loss almost burns but he turns you around to face him, hikes one of your legs up and pushes right back in again. You'd cry out from the overstimulation, but you're so turned on you don't want him to stop. He lifts you up easily to wrap your legs around his hips holding you up against the door that's threatening to come off it's fucking hinges if he gets his way. The silk fibres around your thighs rub against his sensitive skin as you squeeze but he doesn't give a damn, he just wants to see how many times he can get you off before he taps out.

It's different now you're facing him, he's going slower and you're grateful for the slight reprieve. He noses along your jaw, one hand gripping onto your thigh and the other braced against the door. Soft kisses land on your cheek, the corner of your mouth, and finally your lips. You let him in, let his tongue lick lazily between them savouring the slight salty tang of sweat from his upper lip mixed with the unmistakable taste of him.

You're feeling it now, past the point of too much and back into building pleasure. The roll of his hips is delicious and you don't hide it, couldn't if you tried. You're annoyed that your hands are bound as all you want to do right now is squeeze his beautiful ass, maybe scratch your nails down his back...

"You alright?" he asks, far too sweetly for your current situation, "too much?"

"God, Matt," your laugh almost comes out as a moan, "no, you're just too fucking good at this!"

He smiles and you tilt your head up to catch his lips as if you could eat it. "Mm you're so pretty too." you say as you pull away letting your head fall back again.

He laughs, it's devilish. "Shh, you'll make me blush sweetheart. Now where were we..."

Slivers of tingling pleasure rip up and down your spine as he slows his hips, fucking you with long, hard strokes that have your eyes rolling back into your head. A second climax is steadily creeping up on you as he manages somehow to grind in just the right way to hit that sweet spot. Your bottom lip trembles as the heat flares up and up, Matt tugs on it with his teeth, nipping it making it swell and then soothing it with kitten licks. It's more than you can stand.

"m'close... don't stop-"

He grins, "if you can take more I've got no intention of stopping..."

The intensity of your orgasm is so much higher this time and the slow sure rhythm of Matt's hips causes it to surge over you like a giant wave. You arch away from the door as you cum, broken quavering moans filling the office as your body sags against his and he lets you down.

He unhooks you and carries you to the desk carefully sitting you on it. Taking your wrists in his hands he gently unties them, rubbing his thumbs across the marks, bringing them up to his lips to kiss. You roll them a couple of times before pulling him to you for a kiss.

"thank you." you murmur, just before his hands scoop under your ass, pulling you to sit at the edge of the desk.

"Don't thank me just yet." he husks and you mewl as he pushes your legs apart sinking down to the floor between them. His tongue traces over the soaked fibres surrounding your cunt and then he's fucking his tongue inside. Your hands swing backwards to brace yourself as you lean back and let him eat you out, you've got no choice. You've barely come down from the last orgasm, he won't let you, just keeps pushing and pushing you up until you're a dumb shaking mess at the mercy of his mouth. Tongue swirling around your swollen clit, crying out when he sucks at it sharply. You crash backwards on the desk as he just won't stop, your hands flying to his head, ploughing your fingers into his hair and tugging as he's burying his face into your pussy. He moans so deeply into you the vibrations along with his sinful mouth make you buck against his face, pens and office supplies falling off onto the floor around you as you chase yet another high.

"Oh fuuuck!"

You scream as he sucks this one out of you hard it almost hurts.

Lying there prone and breathless, when you finally have enough energy to open your eyes he's standing there between your legs, stroking his cock. He may have already cum once but it looks so hard and red like he's going to explode any second. He leans forward to lick up the curve of your breast and suck your nipple in his mouth making you squeal.

"One more baby, just one more and I'm done. Promise." He smacks the side of your thigh and shifts closer.

You whine, you're so fucked out already. "I don't know... if I can.."

He lines up and presses his cock into your hot, wet core with a growl, manoeuvring your legs just where he wants them. "Yes you can sweetheart, I know it, c'mon."

You're so tired, you just lie there and take what he's giving, he presses your legs back towards you chest as he fucks you harder than ever before. The noises you can hear are obscene and it's driving Matt spare, hammering into you and making the desk screech it's way along the floor. It's too much, it's not enough, it's too much.

His hand claws into the desk by your head, his breath hot and fierce at your neck. Open mouthed kisses drunkenly search for your mouth as he knows he's close, teeth and tongues clashing as he grunts into it. He grasps for the edge of the desk, buckling over you, contorting, howling as he cums spilling every single drop he has deep inside your abused cunt. His hips stutter and he bites into your shoulder as he gives you absolutely everything he has. You hold him as best you can, wrapping your legs around him as he slumps against you panting, running your hands up and down his back you collapse under the weight of him, your head hanging off the end of the desk.

Eventually he slowly pushes himself up and slips out of you, bracing himself on the desk between your legs. He can sense it, smell the mixture of your cum dripping out of you and he-

just

cant

help himself.

You feel his fingers stroking up your sweaty inner thigh, and you're twitching as he gathers up the leaking mess on his fingers and pushes it back inside you.

"M-maaatt! Wha-!" You gasp and try to clamp your legs shut but he prises them open wedging his elbow and forearm between your knees so he can keep fucking his cum back into your pussy.

"Mmm, such a fucking good girl for me," he purrs as he crooks his fingers, rubbing at the front of your walls. "think you deserve another."

You buck up off the desk. "No, Matt I CAN'T! Please... you p-promised- fuck!"

Matt just gives you that trademark smirk of his, curling and fucking his filthy fingers and making you shake.

You don't know how but he wrings it out of you like it's the simplest thing for him. And it is, you've made him feel whole after all. Made him feel he can be his true self with you and that you'd never punish him for that.

In this act was the merging of his two lives and you were the beautiful silken rope that tied them together.

Okay, I am absolutely spent. I love you.

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hooked-on-swanics · 5 months

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Killian is dead. Do you know who else is dead? Cruella de Vil. Peter Pan. An Underworld canon divergence exploring what the 5B arc could have looked like if Hades had used Cruella and Pan to their fullest capabilities in order to further his reign of terror.

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The first chapter of my first fanfic is up on AO3, and it is my sincerest hope that it will punch you in the gut <33

#ouat #ouat fanfiction #killian jones #captain swan #once upon a time #captain hook #ouat s5 #stef writes #ouat spoilers

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bellakitse · 6 months

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That feeling when you start writing again after over a year of writing nothing and you can't remember what words even are. 😩😩😩

#about me #stef writes #except not really

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she-likesorchids · 2 months

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But listen, what if Kitten used her Devil's (clean!) batons as a toy...

He'd know as soon as he opened the trunk, smell her on them. But the thing is... would he punish her before he goes out for the night or after, when he's trying to kick ass with a raging hard on, unable to stop thinking about her pleasuring herself with his, uh, 'weapon'.... 😁

Okay love you byeee!

STEF. YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE.

But, I actually have thought about this. Inappropriate use of billy clubs below the cut.

You knew he would be able to smell you on them. He was trying to put it out of his mind while he and Otomo took care of a rival gang, but the remnants of your arousal flooded his nostrils every time he took a swing at another goon. These guys weren't going quietly, so he traded the billy clubs for his katana and finished the job.

As he got closer to his penthouse, he could have sworn he heard you moan. A sweet sound of pleasure that went straight to his cock. You were so needy that you couldn't even wait for him to get home. He was hoping he'd find you in a compromising position. After all, that was very naughty of you to distract him while he was working. He couldn't let you get away with that.

He burst into the bedroom and caught you like a deer in headlights with your hand down your panties.

"You're home early, Matthew," you purred as you continued stroking your clit.

"And you've been very naughty, Kitten. Distracting me while I was working like that. What am I gonna do with you?"

"I know I was bad, baby. But I can't help it, I just miss you. So. Much." You made sure to emphasize the last two words, your impending orgasm building like a rubber band tightening up to snap.

"You are insatiable, honey. But that was very bad. I could have gotten hurt, you know?"

"You're the Kingpin. What you say goes. No one will hurt you unless you let them."

You continued pleasuring yourself as he got more and more annoyed, but you wanted him annoyed. You wanted to make him snap.

In a flash, he was across the room and on top of you, snatching your hand out of your panties and pinning your wrists to the headboard.

"You're right about that, Kitten. What I say goes. And tonight I say, you don't get to come until I say you can."

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YEET.

*runs away*

#mandy writes #mandy answers #stef tag #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #murderdock #murderdock x kitten #murderdock x reader #earth 65 matt murdock #earth 65

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thetimelordbatgirl · 7 months

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Shout out to Stef Coburn who in his quest to make it hard to watch An Unearthly Child outside of DVDs and sailing the high seas, ended up getting his racism against the fifteenth doctor dug up by people who found how holy shit he's acting.

#context: his father writ unearthly child #and for the past ten years hes been going after the bbc about it #claiming they somehow killed his father and such with something to do with the four parter story #but from the looks of what everyones saying stef doesnt even have a case here #meaning hes just coming off as a dickhead out to ensure no one can watch his fathers work #granted britt box and another service has the episode still #and like said we have dvds and sailing the high seas if we have to #but like holy shit the way hes writing on twitter #plus as said has been found to be racist #since someone found a reply of his on a tweet about ncuti's casting #and he was racist in the reply #while also trying to claim doctor who is his fathers work which...it really isnt #episode 1-4 is his fathers writing #but doctor who as a whole isnt his work

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anna-hawk · 2 years

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I need a mental notepad that I can go back to whenever a good plot point hits me out of nowhere and I can't actually write it down. Because whenever I do sit down to write it, it's always either gone, or the vague memory isn't as good as the original.

#the number of ideas I get when I'm driving #lalalala round about #lalalala ooooooooh that would be the perfect scene for X fic #and then poooof #I can't even help to play out scenarios as I drive but it's frustrated me so many times too #writing #txt #stef talk

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wildberryjams · 4 months

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Hello ♡ It's been a while!

It's been over a year I think? I haven't kept track tbqh

I'm not really back, because I want to be noncommittal as possible (since I have a tendency to disappear when my motivation to write does)

But this is me saying that I'm finally working on under the rose again! ♡

I'd all but abandoned it months ago, but yesterday I had a burst of energy and managed to write a couple hundred words. Tonight, the total is 1300. It's not much, but it's a start!

I don't talk about my personal life for many reasons, but this year has been one of the most difficult I've ever experienced. The last thing on my mind has been Will and Azul, as much as I wish they'd kept occupying every inch of it like they used to.

That spark is coming back, I think! ♡ (More in the tags since this is getting long)

#I have lots of plans for this story since what I have published is barely one third of the entire thing #It works in three acts if I'm remembering my outline correctly. I'm still re-familiarizing myself with it #But yes I do intend on trying to get part 2 of ch. 9 out in the coming weeks!#I also wanted to continue the Ruby x Bobby x Stef love triangle in a band au setting but I'm seeing that the app is gone?#I cannot even begin to describe how upset I am that S1-3 are all gone before I was able to replay properly #Not to do a sharp turn but it's been a very taxing year mentally and I want to start the new year off by trying to work on a resolution #Which is finishing a fic! I don't know if I'll finish it in 2024 but I'm determined to write as much as I'm able #Anyway I will still be a fandom recluse but I'm excited to catch up on all the writing I've missed ♡#Posting this and going promptly to sleep ♡ (Insomnia is a huge part of UTR's conception LOL)

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stef-rambles · 11 months

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the sampard brainrot is heavily rotting those past days and I've been working on this idea 👀

will post the whole thing on my main later after proofreading 😏

#honkai star rail #sampo #gepard #sampard #brainrot #they're just ugh #i love them a normal amount #totally not obsessed #sneak peek #writing #stef rambles

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steflionheart · 1 year

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!! might contain slight Alhaitham story quest spoilers !!

I've been seeing some headcanons about Alhaitham being deaf and therefore wearing his headphones and my mind kinda went places... 🤔

So, watching his character design closely, we can see that the cable disappears somewhere underneath his clothes at his lower back (not going where you might think, mind ya). My idea was that maybe there's some kind of a device hidden, which is attached directly to his skin or body and draws elemental energy to keep the headphones running.

And now, you're asking yourself where I'm trying to go with this... And all I'll say for now is to pls just trust me here. It's gonna be interesting 👀

So, just to keep track of stuff; we got a deaf Alhaitham wearing headphones all the time, which are actually hearing aids, which are connected by a device to his body and need elemental energy to keep running. Good.

Now, throw in only a handful of people who actually know about this or even just the fact that he's deaf in general. These may be for one, his annoying roommate Kaveh bc duh! they share an apartment and spend lots of their free time together. But also, Tighnari knows too, who checks up on Alhaitham regularly bc he knew about it back when they were still students at the Akademiya together (and yes, I personally hc that they all knew each other as students; Alhaitham, Tighnari, Cyno, and Kaveh). Not to mention that Tighnari was the one who helped Alhaitham to find the person who produced the device and headphones. And ofc— Cyno. Again, they all know each other from their time as students, Cyno is also very good friends with Tighnari —as we all know— and ofc it was part of their convos once or twice or even more often.

And yes, I know, I'm rambling and getting into too much detail here. Moving on.

Anyway...

What I'm trying to get at in general is like, elemental energy in my personal hc is linked to one's overall physical and mental energy, as in, the more tired you get throughout your day, the less physical and mental energy you have (duh!), and! that also applies to elemental energy. Which then... causes Alhaitham's device linked to his body to either not work properly anymore or even give up completely when it's below a certain, critical level.

Alhaitham being a workaholic (in his regular worktime only but still) and sometimes —read most of the time— tuning out people or his surroundings completely, he doesn't even notice this happening.

So, Alhaitham being the Acting Grand Sage and all, he and Cyno work together very closely and see each other more often now.

And I'm a sucker for their dynamics so you probably got an idea of where I'm going with this, so bear with me. Or take this as your cue to tap out if this might not be your cup-o-tea (Haino/Cytham) 😉

And here comes the interesting part, so please enjoy :3

One day at work, Cyno's there to discuss some matters about sightings of some group of Eremites going on raids and robbing sprees just for the fun of it and how to go about it.

And at first, Alhaitham's there with him, attentively listening to Cyno's reports and ideas, giving Cyno some of his own suggestions, and sharing his thoughts. But at one point, the General notices Alhaitham responding less and less while checking some of the papers on his desk. He sometimes even only reacts after Cyno repeats what he'd just said.

It gets so bad that Cyno eventually stops talking and simply takes a moment to observe the Acting Grand Sage. His eyes look tired, with dark circles around them, and the crinkles at the corners are especially distinct today. His usually upright posture with squared shoulders is gone, instead, he's lopsidedly sitting in his big chair with his head propped up on one of his hands.

Cyno takes it all in, considers all the facts for another moment, and eventually, a long ago held conversation with his friend Tighnari comes to mind.

"Remember that I told you his device is linked with his elemental energy? This means, by the time he gets tired and his overall energy levels are low, the device can shut off just like that and so his headphones don't work anymore."

"But how does that concern his elemental energy?"

"They're all linked, ya doofus. Physical, mental, and elemental energy all flow in perfect harmony through your body. Means, when one of them gets drained, you involuntarily also drain the others along with it. Easy as that."

Cyno realizes that seeing Alhaitham all tired and overworked must mean that his device has turned off and he couldn't hear a thing anymore. And Cyno should've known, really, considering that he's been somewhat preparing for these situations and has taken one or two —or way more but nobody needs to know— lessons in sign language.

So... without overthinking stuff, he moves closer to the huge desk in front of the Acting Grand Sage until he reaches it. And first, he calls for him. Several times. Saying his name over and over again, three, four, five times— but he never gets an answer or reaction. So with his suspicion confirmed Cyno then goes on and simply extends his hand. He waves it at a low level in Alhaitham's peripheral vision to get his attention.

The moment the Acting Grand Sage notices, his head snaps up, and he looks at Cyno with plain confusion on his face.

'You're tired. You should take a break.'

Cyno signs the words deliberately slow because he's still unsure and a bit nervous to make mistakes. But apparently, Alhaitham must've understood it because all Cyno gets is a grunt in response and a mumbled "Worktime's almost over, I can handle the rest without a break."

Even his words sound like he must be tired to the bone but Alhaitham being Alhaitham, he won't admit to it. Cyno sighs and shakes his head at the gray-haired man shifting his attention back to whatever reports he was reading before.

But Cyno's not gonna back up from this one.

He goes over and rounds the long desk, taking brisk steps toward Alhaitham. Once again, he lifts his head and looks confusedly at the General approaching him.

"What?"

Cyno stops right beside the high wooden chair, narrows his eyes at the Acting Grand Sage, and lifts his hands again.

'This isn't healthy for you. You should really call it a day, you can continue things tomorrow.'

But Alhaitham still doesn't budge, waving the General Mahamatra off with his right hand and returning his gaze to the report.

But Cyno's done at that moment, frustration and anger taking over.

He leans forward, grabs ahold of Alhaitham's face with both hands, and turns it towards him before letting go again and signing while still saying the words out loud.

'Listen to me! You drained all your energy, you idiot! You didn't even notice that your device turned off and you didn't hear a single thing I said to you anymore. If you go on, you'll collapse!'

Cyno's agitated, even angry at how much Alhaitham is neglecting his own well-being, his own needs, that the longer he signs, the more hectic his movements become and the louder he gets. He's pretty sure he's making a lot of mistakes but he doesn't care right now. He just wants this idiot of a man to realize that he's not doing himself a favor and that Cyno simply wants to make sure he's alright and takes better care of himself.

Because Cyno cares for him.

A whole lot.

Alhaitham just sits there and stares at him in disbelief, eyes big and mouth slightly agape in surprise. A few moments pass and then some more in which both men are simply looking at each other— Cyno with a big frown on his face and Alhaitham still very much stunned.

Something in the way he's looking at the General makes the latter hesitate for a moment longer but anger builds up again pretty fast.

He covers his face and drags both hands over it in frustration as he groans and signs. 'You're insufferable.'

Alhaitham's eyes grow a tiny bit wider and then, after another —for Cyno seemingly endless— moment, he finally clears his throat and speaks up.

"I... I really didn't notice, my bad. But uh... wh-when did you..."

His words trailing off, he suddenly shifts in his chair. He places the paper he was reading on his desk and sits up straight before turning his upper body more towards Cyno and signing.

'When did you learn sign language? I didn't know.'

Now it's Cyno's turn to be taken aback as his eyebrows shoot up with surprise. He falters for a moment, not knowing what to do or say, so he simply stares back at Alhaitham. He feels a rush of heat creeping up his neck and face as he turns his gaze away, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

The General takes a deep breath before answering.

'I learned it in case this would happen. I mean, how would I be supposed to communicate with you otherwise?'

He's signing slowly again, taking his time to remember and sign everything right. Alhaitham looks even more surprised now and his voice cracks slightly as he incredulously asks.

"You learned it... for me? I didn't know you'd care for that..."

Cyno's face now feels like it's on fire but he frowns nonetheless, trying to stop his blushing with wishful thinking but it just doesn't work like that. And Alhaitham notices. Of course, he does.

Cyno signs without looking at Alhaitham.

'Of course I care for that, you idiot. And I care for you.'

Cyno is well aware of what he's just said and what it might imply but he doesn't care anymore at this point. He's tired of trying to hide his feelings, despite him not fully understanding them yet.

But he knows that there's something deeper he feels for the Acting Grand Sage. Why else would he go to such lengths for this obnoxious fool?

Alhaitham sighs, lets his head hang for a moment, and shakes it briefly before getting up from his seat. He tries to hide it but Cyno still notices the slight upturn of his lips.

The Acting Grand Sage takes the few steps towards the General Mahamatra until he's right in front of him, involuntarily towering over the shorter man— who is still frowning, arms crossed in front of his chest, and stubbornly glaring at something to his right.

"Cyno."

Cyno hears him but he doesn't budge.

He notices the soft shuffling of clothes before seeing Alhaitham's left hand waving in front of his face.

"Do I need to sign now too, so that you'll listen to me?" the gray-haired man asks, voice low.

Cyno hesitates for a moment longer and signs a quick 'No' before eventually turning his head and looking straight into Alhaitham's tired eyes.

His gaze is soft, softer than usual. It's missing his signature sharpness of a former Scribe and an Acting Grand Sage, a man that has a mind at least as sharp as his gaze.

Cyno simply looks at him and waits.

Alhaitham can't help but chuckle, seeing that Cyno is acting like a defiant 5 yo. with a small pout on his lips. Alhaitham clears his throat before he finally speaks up.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it. And I mean both of it. You learning sign language to be able to talk to me when needed and... for caring."

Cyno huffs a breath in a futile attempt to seem annoyed but he knows he can't fool the taller man that easily. Still, he's one who at least tries.

"No need to thank me. It's nothing, really..." Cyno then quietly answers, immediately realizing that Alhaitham's device still isn't working and he can't hear him, so he quickly goes over to sign what he just said.

A soft smile appears on Alhaitham's lips as he reaches out with his right hand, grabbing a strand of Cyno's hair and gently twisting it between his fingers.

"It must've been hard to learn it all, so it really means a lot to me. Thank you," Alhaitham whispers before leaning in and softly pressing his lips against Cyno's forehead.

His hair's in the way and it's over as fast as it happened and yet, the touch sends a jolt of electricity through his whole body and a shiver down his spine.

Cyno still stands there, dumbfounded with his mouth hanging open at what just happened as Alhaitham simply turns around and walks back over to his chair. He lets himself plop down on it and picks up the paper from before.

"I'll just finish reading and taking notes on this report and then I'll wrap things up here. Would you like to keep me company until I'm done?" Alhaitham asks as he looks back at Cyno and adds, "You know... to make sure I don't collapse and all."

Cyno's face is still crimson red from blushing once more and he simply nods in response.

A soft and satisfied smile spreads on the Acting Grand Sage's face before he brings his focus back to the report.

Cyno once again crosses his arms in front of his chest as Alhaitham speaks up again.

"By the way... You should practice a lot more sign language though, you're really terrible at it."

Cyno's head snaps back to Alhaitham and anger bubbles up but he bites the inside of his cheek and just rolls his eyes when noticing the provocative smile on the gray-haired man's lips.

'No,' Cyno decides. 'I'm not gonna give into his teasing this time.'

#cyno #alhaitham #haino #cytham #personal headcanon #deaf alhaitham #soft and fluffy #just a stupid brainfart of mine #dont take this too serious #pardon any mistakes #english is not my first language #usually writes past tense #turned out longer than expected #stef cant write short #steflionheart

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delzinrowe · 28 days

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JJK boys and girlies... and the matching cat icons you guys have

IDK why i did this, enjoy

tagging @just-jordie-things (for science)

Yuji Itadori

Megumi Fushiguro

Nobara Kugisaki

Yuta Okkotsu

Satoru Gojo

Suguru Geto

Choso

Takuma Ino

Kento Nanami

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years

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Thot or if you feel inspired, a smutfic request from this please.....

So I can't stop thinking about edging Matt until he's cock is aching, weeping pre-cum and he can't help but helplessly buck his hips against your hand, mouth, pussy, anything that's you. But you just stop and wait. Until he can't take it and just loses it and starts begging desperately for more, for you to fuck him, to let him come.

Something along those lines... 😅

tags/warnings: 18+ only please, edging smut >:) I hope this is an acceptable offering!

¦¦ Promissum ¦¦

Matt was having a very good day. He’d won a case that morning, and Nelson, Murdock & Page were in the green financially for the first time in a while with some good looking clients on the books in the near future. Yeah, he was feeling good. Cocky, even.

You’ll admit that the message you received from him around lunchtime inspired by this positive mood gave you a thrill:

I’m going to make you scream tonight.

You messaged him back.

Is that so? Well, I’m going to make you BEG.

Promises, promises… he’d replied.

"God, ngh, just- please…"

Matt begging for you was possibly one of your favourite sights and sounds in the world. It's not like he was tied up this time, or that he wasn't allowed to do anything for himself, he just wanted… needed it to come from you.

You had taken him to the brink repeatedly over the course of the evening, right from when he got home from work, almost barging through the door to seek you out, following your delectable scent into his bed where you lay, wrapped up in pretty and tactile silk shreds of lingerie just waiting for him. He was on you immediately, those plump lips, the ones from which carefully crafted opening statements and arguments were formed hours earlier, were now on your mouth, sucking at your skin, at home between your legs, scorching and so devilishly skillful. He devoured you ensuring that within minutes you were screaming his name, as promised.

Now it was his turn, but you withheld, taunted him with soft hands, teased him with kitten licks and kisses laced with the promise of more. Now, he was desperation in human form. He groans as you lightly scrape your nails over his chest, his hard, weeping cock twitching as you draw one right over his peaked nipple.

"C'mon Matty, it's like you're not even trying. I know you can be much more convincing than that, hmm? I thought you won today?" Your hand travels lower, over his taut stomach but skirting past his groin and settling on his upper thigh.

He whines as he cants his hips, searching for more stimulation. His hard cock curves up over his abs dribbling a trail of clear liquid from the tip as it drags over them. His hands are scrunched in the pillows as he writhes, waiting and wanting. It’s so tempting just to dip your head down and take him in your mouth again.

"Please? Fuck, please please please baby…"

You wet your lips and can't resist dangling the carrot a little higher. "Please what?"

"Please, sweetheart… just fuck me. With your hands, your mouth, god your fucking gorgeous pussy, baby, I don't care, just let me cum, please!" He licks at his lips, savouring the taste of you that’s still there but rapidly fading. He immediately regrets the action as now all he can think about is how sweet it would feel to be surrounded by your hot, tight, cunt and now he’s aching even harder for you. Dripping.

You lean up on your elbows next to him, seeing him this way was more than a little addictive. "You don't care, do you? Huh."

He groans long and pathetically. "Y-you know I don't mean it like that, I need you, been needing you all day sweetheart, fuck… just- mmn!"

You trace a fingertip along the line of the large vein on the underside of his cock and he jerks at the contact. You can’t help the smirk that pulls at your lips as he melts under you when you close your hand around his shaft and start slowly stroking him again. You’re not even sure you’ve ever seen him this hard and needy before.

“Oh god you’re so good, so good baby…don’t stop, please don’t stop-” He’s bucking into your grip, head tilting back against the mattress.

He moans as you finally cave, giving in to him as you need this as much as he does, swinging your leg over his hips to mount him and put him out of his misery. You slide your hips over his, coating his throbbing cock in your slick wetness and reveling in the half-restrained howl he lets out when you slowly sink down on him. You purr as he fills you up like no-one else, his hands grabbing around your hips firmly as you lift back up until just the very tip of him is inside you, like he’s afraid you’re teasing him again. But no, you’ve only got one thing in mind now, and that is fucking Matthew Michael Murdock until he’s screaming.

Matt tags (as always let me know if you wanna be added or removed!:

@saintmurd0ck @mindidjarin @castlesnchurches @peterman-spideyparker @pastafossa @mattmurdocksscars @mattmurdocksscars @marvelswh0re

@hellskitchens-whore @pedrito-friskito @sweetieswiftie @briefcasejuice @shedaresthedevil @freshabogados @insanelyobsessedwithdilfs @e-dubbc11 @father4giveme @idrinkcoffeeandobsess @imperfxctly-me @stress–relief @murnsondock @stupidthoughtsinwriting

#oookay #matt murdock x female reader #daredevil x f!reader #matt murdock x afab!reader #daredevil smut #matt murdock smut #stef writes

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