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trash-magics-blog · 9 months

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"You need a man... Not a boy" pt.2

Captain John Price x reader (NSFW)

Summary: Your current bf is being a little bitch so John decides to put him in his place... And treat you right while he is at it..

(since this is part 2 the boyfriend won't be mentioned)

Recap: You and John had just gotten out of the bar and into his truck and now you guys were making out and things were getting pretty... Crazy

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+ Last paragraph of pt. 1

"Come here love, please...?" He asked, his voice sounded soft and he reached his hand out, to pull you into his lap. As you went over and sat in his lap you guys looked at eachother then you decided to do it, you grabbed his face and kissed him, he kissed back and pulled your hips to him. He slipped his tongue through your lips and the taste and burn of scotch hit your tongue and it sent a shiver down your spine...

You knew what you wanted and so did he, you had a feeling you'd walk away from this situation satisfied. As you guys continued to makeout and move almost in sync with eachother, John decided to get a little bold and snake his hands up your dress and feel at your upper thighs. You weren't expecting him to hook his finger over your panties and cause them to snap back and smack at your hip, causing you to jump slightly, he chuckled a bit and pushed them to the side, gently massaging your cunt.

"Already so fucking wet for me darling..." John said, his voice was husky and rough, it was one of the many things you liked about John. You moaned into the kiss for a response and rutted your hips into him and he took that as a sign to finally put one finger in, causing you to grip onto his shoulders. You liked the feeling but one just wasn't enough, you needed two "John please... another one" you whined, your mind was cloudy with pleasure and from drinking a little too much and it showed with the way you spoke but john happily obliged.

He gave you a sweet kiss on the neck and put another finger in, slowly rolling them in and out of your tight cunt, the feeling was so addicting, you couldn't help but let out a quiet moan or two, but John wanted to hear you come fully undone so he quickened his pace. The sound of his fingers going in and out of you filled the truck and John had started to also leaving hickies scattered across your neck that were for sure gonna be there for awhile. You laid back on the steering wheel and just let go, you were a moaning and whining mess on top of John, gripping his shoulder and tightening your legs around his, you could feel that knot on your stomach building up.

John could feel it too and all he cared about was seeing you get to your climax. "Such a good girl for me... God your so beautiful like this" John said between kisses, he adored you and he was gonna show it. The praise though, made your cunt tighten around his finger and every little sensation was heightened, you were so close now all you needed was John to give you the go. "John... I-Im gonna cum please, don't stop!" He smiled again and whispered in your ear "go right ahead love, cum all over my fingers, please...". He practically begged you to cum and with that, you came and it coated his fingers and got a bit on his pants, the sight making John blush slightly.

You relaxed and laid against johns chest, he was holding you securely and telling you what a good job you did, it made you feel good, how he was so nice and how he cared about you so much. You were gonna marry him, no doubt about it but you kept that thought to yourself...for now. As things got calmed down, John looked at you and said, jokingly "So... Are you seeing anyone?" To which you replied "hmm, I think so" making you and him both chuckle a bit. You guys continued to date for a good while before one day, he took you back to the same bar and after you guys were done having your fun, he stopped and kneeled Infront of you and asked that one question you had always wanted to hear "Y/N, will you mar-". You cut him off by how excited you were and hugged him tightly and said yes, a couple times over, he loved seeing you so excited and you loved him entirely.

*The end*

A/N: I got really excited to finish this so I just went ahead and did it, I hope you like it!! And next will most likely be a Rudy x reader, I need to get a actual schedule for my writings and stuff💀

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softiedingo · 7 months

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Silva is definitely the only cowboy I would kill to ride ✨️

#jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal #pedropascal #ppascaledit #pedropascaledit #pedro pascal characters #strange way of life #silva strange way of life #i mean damn #this man makes me feral

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geminibsworld · 5 months

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what a great digital footprint, tryna leave prints on him tho

#tom blyth #billy the kid #billy the kid 2022 #ballad of songbirds and snakes #this man makes me feral #lock me up

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sixtynintharchon · 7 months

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“i’m mad at you” feat. tartaglia

✧ summary : after a few too many broken promises to be home on time from sparring with whoever it was this time (honestly, you wouldn’t have cared if he was actually doing his harbinger duties), you finally get angry at him. though he seems to know how to calm you down.

✧ warnings : nsfw?? it’s suggestive. mdni i guess idk it just makes me uncomfy. teasing. ajax the little shit we love him. idk i’ve never had to write a content warning before

✧ pairing : tartaglia x reader

first crack at writing on tumblr, don’t judge me too harshly😭

Ajax was amused, if not a little surprised, when you weren’t waiting for him in the living room like you usually did if you happened to get home before him. And he knew you were, in fact, home: your coat was hung up by the door.

He found you in the bedroom. Already in bed? Before he could join you? You were either sick or…

“Do not.” Your voice cut the silence as he was leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Oh?” Now he really was amused…

…because you were mad at him.

“This is the fifth time this week.” You explained, rather cryptically in his opinion but he knew what you meant. He was late to get home for the fifth time this week and it was Friday, the fifth day of the week.

Perhaps you felt neglected, perhaps you were just annoyed that his exact words had been “I promise I’ll be home at the right time tonight so we can spend some time together”. Whatever it was, you were annoyed and you were going to let him know it.

It wasn’t like he’d made a sacred pinky promise, of course, but coming second to the thrill of fighting was becoming irritating for you. And the fact that he was a man of his word in every other aspect of his life just really irked you. Why was it different when he promised to come home on time?

“Hey, I’ll make it up to you.” He suppressed his chuckle as he got himself undressed and ready for bed. He caught you peeking at him from where you were lying, but he didn’t give you an indication that he knew you were looking apart from flexing the muscles in his back slightly more than necessary when he pulled his shirt over his head. Maybe the show would do well to appease your anger, so he decided to ditch the pyjama shirt and bottoms he usually wore and opted to just stay in a pair of boxers.

“You can make it up to me by sleeping on the couch.” You mumbled, and he was glad he had his back to you so you didn’t see the little smirk on his face. He knew you didn’t exactly mean it, but you might decide you did if you saw how entertained he was by your irritation.

“Hey now,” he failed to restrain his amused giggle, “hear me out, will you? You wouldn’t deny a request from your beloved, would you?”

“My beloved doesn’t seem to love me much since he barely wants to see me but I’ll think about it.”

If your words stung at all, he didn’t react as he got into the bed next to you. He managed to coax you into turning around to face him. You gave him an entirely unamused expression on your face when you caught his boyish smile.

“What more could I ask for?” He grinned.

You just rolled your eyes at him. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m mad at you.”

“I can’t help it. I love you too much.”

Oh, this man.

“Well I’m angry at you.” You replied monotonously, but it made your heart flutter to hear him say that with such a pretty smile.

“You look so cute when you pout.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Ajax.” You tried your very best to put your best warning tone on.

“...And even cuter when you growl like that...”

“You’re so irritating.”

“You love it.”

“I don’t know why.”

“Because deep down you know that I'm the one for you.”

You couldn’t find it in you to cringe when he said it with such intent. “Poor me.” You tsked.

“That's right, poor you, because I've stolen your heart and I'm not giving it back.” He teased, smirking at you like he knew he’d already won.

You narrowed your glare again. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Oh, I'm sorry, did my expression bother you? How about I show you how sorry I am, love?” He moved closer to you in the bed.

You were already blushing when he was nose to nose with you. “Hey, I’m still mad at you!”

“Oh, is that so? Then please, continue to be mad at me so I can apologise properly.” He couldn’t help but chuckle as he rolled you into your back and moved himself so he leaned over you, with himself between your legs.

“I am.” You glowered at him when his face was directly above yours.

“You won’t be for much longer.” He practically purred.

“Try me.” You mumbled.

“I can't think of a better challenge. Oh, but first, please close your pretty eyes.”

It seemed an odd time to be requesting that. You raised your eyebrow at him confusedly, “why?”

“Just do it.” You didn’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes, paired with his signature boyish smirk.

With an exasperated sigh and a roll of your eyes, you closed your eyes like he asked. You weren’t really that mad anymore; he felt and looked far too nice for your anger to remain. You were just very aware that he’d be far too smug about it if you admitted it was so easy for him to calm you down.

You felt him lean down and press his lips to your neck. It was such a simple gesture, yet you…

“I can feel that.” Ajax whispered, oh so softly. “Your heart beating faster. You’re getting warmer.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?” You feigned being unaffected, but this man knew you better than you might’ve even known yourself.

“It’s working, isn’t it?”

“I’m still mad at you.” You mumbled half heartedly, because truthfully you couldn’t even remember why you were mad in the first place. Not when he was this close. Not when his hand that he wasn’t leaning on was now on your thigh.

His breath fanned your neck, but his lips didn’t quite touch yet.

“No you’re not.” He chuckled smugly, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck. “What’s this? I can feel how hot you’re getting. Is it because of me?”

“You’re annoying.” You sighed dramatically.

His hand on your leg moved a bit higher and further towards your inner thigh. “I don’t feel you trying to leave.”

“I’ll bite you.” You warned.

“You’re welcome to try.” He muttered into your neck, kissing up to your ear. “In the meantime, let me apologise.”

Maybe you should “get mad” at him more often. He’s very good at apologising.

#tartaglia #genshin impact #genshin x reader #childe #genshin smut #this man makes me feral #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin headcanons #genshin tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia smut

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hutahuta · 5 months

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I SAW PAVIA AND STARTED SPRINTING, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE

Maybe some headcannons about a protective Pavia? I mean, being a mercenary probably has gotten him some (read as a lot) of enemies, especially considering he’s good at his job! So it wouldn’t be a surprise if his partner got targeted as a way of getting to him. Obviously, Pavia’s not gonna let that happen, not by a long shot. Maybe hurt/comfort in a way? And gender neutral if it’s okay!

P.AGE OO.2 — 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐌 & NOBILITY : 交 ✦ ⏱

thank you for requesting, i hope you like this <333 ( •̀∀•́ )ﾗ✧ !

Unfortunately for him, Pavia bore the scars of a life that was etched by loss and fleeting connections. No human ever got as close as you did with him, so it was important to protect such things. Yes?

His heart encased in solid steel and armour, found solace in the comfort of your arms. Yes, this man was laid back most of the time, but under that thick smile of purity and hearty laughs, he wanted to keep you forever as his own.

Embellished in jewels and tied and restrained for himself. Guarded by his sole bonds of his canine family, he couldn't possibly think of letting you be exposed to the outside danger out there.

Every beat of his heart echoed with the lingering memories of his past separations. His bond broken with his family and his scarred nature of a relationship broken down with his aunt. He doesn't know how to handle such things, he wasn't taught proper coping mechanisms.

You, vulnerable to attacks, not necessarily naive but still innocent as a feather; are more susceptible to violence catered by Pavia's enemies surrounding him on a day-to-day basis..

And—,, the thought maliciously stabs him every single time. To see you lying in your own warm, pool of blood. He hated the sight, and vowed to always keep you with him, safe and sound even if it meant his own skin will be torn apart. Pavia, originally, had nothing left to lose. He had nothing to go down with. His legacy was scarred with the torment of his past. His family had no connections with him whatsoever, and he planned to keep it that way.

This fear, an indelible mark left by the merciless hands of fate, propelled Pavia to assume the role of a vigilant guardian. He shielded his beloved with unwavering determination, an impassable fortress erected to defy the encroaching shadows of abandonment.

Skeletal hands trace the outline of your jawline towards the base of your neck, leaving lingering touches that'll never fade away for months to come. You'll always remember how he told you.

` Non allontanarti troppo dal mio cammino.. Amore. `

Which meant, ' Don't stray too far from my path, love. ' His hands firmly gripped your waist, leaving soft kisses that marked the vow of his undying love for you.

He shudders to think of your figure being manhandled by someone who would bruise such tender skin of yours, to discard your love and treat you like nothing but a used rug. You're nothing of the sort, to him.

Precious diamonds and jewels like you need to be treasured, kept under someone's eyes like Pavia's. Right?

It's conflicting, to say the least. You'd wonder why he's so protective when it's mixed with such a lazed stare. A laid-back figure who offers you juice and drinks at parties and festivals. But he isn't stupid enough to let you wander too far. Just think what could happen-

Someone kidnaps you, holds you for ransom? Knowing Pavia, he's smart enough to go along with such plans then storm into the area himself and take you back. Leaving only the echoes of men screaming, bodies thudding against the floor as they get a bullet launched into their skulls.

That won't happen though, right? He's not stupid enough to let you go like that..

Pavia struggles to keep himself from being too overprotective to the point you feel suffocated, to being too laid-back that it makes him seem uncaring and unloving. He wants to let you go do your own thing, after all.. that's why he loves you, right? That's why he fell in love with you.

But it pains him to think that now you've officially established something deep with him, he could be at fault for your uneasy, incoming death. You're at heavy risk if you step too close to the edge of his outside perimeter.. That's why-

You stay with him. Right beside him.

Excuse him when he pulls you closer by his waist when near enormous crowds and traffic during festivities.

Don't mind his behaviour as he trails a hand down your thigh to subtly mark to others that you have not one, not two, not even three, but a whole family of dogs watching over your guard.

You have eyes on you 24/7. Don't forget that. Now you're with him, it's important you try to manage your way through this skilfully with the intent to have the best possible outcome with your protective little man.

Safe to say, he won't let anything bad happen as I stated previously. Just as long as you follow the rules he gave. It's his way of trying to tell you that he has boundaries and he wants you to stick with him almost every time both of you are out.

His protective stance wasn’t fueled by dominance but rather by a desperation to defy the cruel whims of destiny, to safeguard the one person who illuminated the shadows of his tumultuous existence. In their presence, Pavia found a fragile haven, one he fiercely guarded against the specter of loss that loomed ominously over his turbulent life.

As you know, despite Pavia’s instinctive urge to shield you, he wrestled with the awareness that his protective demeanor might eventually suffocate the relationship. To counterbalance his guarded nature, Pavia embarked on a path of intentional vulnerability, striving to open up the vault of his emotions..

He tends to be honest with you then and there, but often finds himself leading the conversation into something else more uplifting. All in his worries that you might see him as him trying to justify his actions, which is possibly why he cannot exactly open up fully. That, and he just can't help but talk about other stuff mid-sentence. Learning more about you, your boundaries, your silly interests is just.. more of a reason to keep you safe.

He doesn't know communication skills all that well. But he takes it on after you, so guide him properly and heal those scars that may linger for a life time.

But if you stick around, he's sure to let go of the tension on his shoulders a few times and enjoy quality time with you without the doubt you'd potentially get harmed in the process of your relationship. <3

#reverse #reverse 1999 #paviarev1999 #pavia reverse 1999 #r99 pavia #pavia x reader #reverse 1999 pavia #pavia #this man makes me feral #insanely FERAL #INSANELY GORGEOUS #GEREJEJRRKRJ imagine him literally pinning you against a wall and whispering whispers of how you belong to him through his kisses OMGNFJWKEJ

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liamthemailman · 2 months

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CAPTAIN MACTAVISH PLEASE

hell yeah captain mactavish

he's so pretty,,,

#someone needs to put me down #this man makes me feral #mailman rants #fanart #art #cod #call of duty #call of duty fanart #cod fanart #soap #cod soap #cod mw soap #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #captain mactavish

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celtic-crossbow · 6 months

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Goddamn

#norman reedus #daryl dixon #drooling #my god #this man makes me want to ovulate #this man makes me feral #feral animal noises #clean up on aisle 4 #my ovaries can’t handle this

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kerrywritesthingssometimes · 1 year

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Taking it Slow

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 18+ 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠!! 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘖𝘙𝘚 𝘋𝘕𝘐!! 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.1𝘬

You had been planning this dinner for weeks. You had been rushing things with Matt for too long. Quick kisses while you two grabbed a coffee during lunch, fast paced moments in his office late at night before he ran off to do his other job. You wanted something slow, something you could take your time with.

It would have taken ages to get a reservation at one of the nicer restaurants, so you opted to cook something instead. You hummed quietly as you stirred the contents of the pan, swaying your hips to the soft song you’d been listening to. A grin worked its way onto your face as a knock sounded from the front of your apartment. “It’s open!” You called, knowing the person on the other side would be able to hear you.

Matt’s footsteps were all-too-familiar. You didn’t turn your attention away from the stove as he set his things down on your sofa. The smell of freshly done laundry and his cologne enveloped you as he stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His chest pressed against your back as his chin rested on your shoulder. “Hi.”

You chuckled, leaning your head against his as you set your stirring spoon down. “Hi. Dinner’s almost done. I wasn’t expecting you so early.”

You tilted your head slightly as his nose nuzzled against your cheek. “Smells delicious.” He paused, his stubble grazing your skin as he nipped at your neck. “Food smells good, too.” You smacked one of his hands that rested against your stomach, drawing a soft laugh from him. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll be good.”

You knew better than to believe him, especially as his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, his knuckles just barely brushing against the skin of your waist. “Matthew…” He hummed in response. “We’re never going to get to eat dinner if you can’t behave yourself.”

“What if I want dessert first?” He muttered against your shoulder, pressing his hips into your backside. If his touch wasn’t so overwhelming, you’d laugh at him for the cheesy line. You could feel yourself melting against him, searching your brain for every ounce of willpower you had.

Slowly, you peeled his hands off of you. “You are ridiculous, Matt Murdock. Go sit down. And try to keep your hands to yourself until after we’ve eaten.” You roll your eyes at the sigh that leaves his lips, smile still stretching your lips.

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It doesn’t take the two of you long to finish your meal. Perhaps it’s because you skipped lunch. Perhaps it’s because the insatiable man in front of you can’t wait to get his hands back on you. You’re inclined to think it’s the latter.

As you wash up, Matt reclines on your sofa. His hand reaches over to brush over the cover of the book on the end table. The words on the cover aren’t braille, but they are indented into the material of the book. “Is this new?” He asks, his voice slightly raised so you can hear him over the running water.

You shut off the tap, making your way over to the sofa. You settle in beside him, his hand finding your thigh almost immediately. You reach over him, grabbing the book in question. “This? Fairly. I’ve read it before, I’m just re-reading it now.”

“Must be good if you’re reading it more than once.” His arm slinks around your waist, pulling you closer into his side. You hum contently, resting your head against his shoulder. He had taken his suit jacket off, along with his crisp button-down. He was clad in just his slacks and a white t-shirt now. He looked beautiful like this, you thought. His hair was slightly messy, and you had to stop yourself from running your fingers through it. His red-tinted glasses were gone, letting you see his warm brown eyes. Their unfocused gaze never once bothered you. You loved looking into them, regardless of whether they could look back. “Will you read it to me?” He asked softly, his fingertips drawing lazy circles against your side.

“You want me to read to you?”

Matt shrugged. “I like hearing your voice.” The words almost sounded sheepish, causing your heart to leap into your throat. After all this time, he could still stir the butterflies in your stomach.

You, of course, would indulge him. You settled further against him, opening the cover of the book. It was a fantasy novel you’d picked up a few months ago. Something a friend recommended to you. You hadn’t gotten more than two sentences in when Matt’s hand began wandering.

It started somewhat innocently, his fingers slipping under your shirt and grazing the skin just below your breast. You attempted to pay it no mind, continuing to focus on the words printed on the page in front of you. You stumbled over your words as his other hand came to rest on your thigh, just below the hem of your skirt. “Matt.” You warned.

A quiet “hm?” was his only response.

“I can’t focus when you do that.”

“Yes, you can, angel.” The feeling of his fingertips dragging along your thigh made your legs part just slightly, like your body was responding to silent commands from the man next to you. “Keep reading.” He demanded, his left hand traveling up to cup your breast.

Your breaths were short as you attempted to focus, to keep reading line after line. Matt’s head dipped down, his lips brushing the skin of your bare neck. Your head spun as he caressed you, finding every inch of skin he could. The hand on your leg drew further up, his knuckles ghosting over where you needed him most. You gasped, clenching your legs together and capturing his hand in the process. Matt growled above you. The sound alone was enough to make you tremble. “Keep your legs open, angel. Be a good girl for me.”

His words were almost torturous. Slowly, you spread your knees for him. His teeth nipped at your neck as his index finger slipped under the fabric of your underwear. The book fell from your hands as his finger slid through your folds, drawing a chuckle from him. “P-Please…” You whined.

His thumb connected with your clit, your hips bucking upward in response. “All worked up for me already, sweet girl? I’ve barely touched you.” His thumb drew short circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves at your core. He slipped one finger into you as he bit into your neck. It was hard enough that you knew there would be a mark tomorrow. His other hand squeezed your breast, his slim fingers gently tugging at your nipple.

Your back arched as you let out a soft whimper. Your body was always so responsive to Matt’s touched, and he loved it. You couldn’t form a coherent thought, let alone tell him how you were feeling. You settled for a quiet moan instead as he added another of his fingers into your core.

Your hips rutted against his hand as he began to pump his digits in and out of you. You skirt had hiked its way up your legs, bunching up around your waste. “You’re always so good for me, angel. So responsive. I love those cute little noises you make.”

“Please, Matty…” You breathed, whimpers freely leaving your parted lips. “Need you…”

Matt hummed. You whined as he slid his fingers out of you. You opened your mouth wider as he raised them to your lips, gently pressing them against your tongue. You heard him groan as you sucked your arousal off of him, running your tongue over his calloused skin. “Not yet, sweetheart. Wanna taste you first.”

You watched as he sunk to his knees in front of you. His fingers looped into the waistband of your skirt, and you lifted your hips just enough for him to slide it off along with your underwear. You hummed as he pressed his lips against your inner thigh, his hands resting on your knees to spread you wider for him.

You keened as his tongued licked up your seam before flicking the sensitive bud at the center. You felt him grin against your skin as he lapped at you, fingers finding their way back to your dripping cunt. The familiar build in the pit of your stomach told you that you wouldn’t make it much longer.

Your head dropped back onto the couch as he worked a third finger inside of you, still sucking and licking at your clit like a man starved. Your fingers found their way into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you as your climax drew closer.

Matt moaned as your release finally washed over you. He licked up every drop of your arousal before sitting up on his knees. He grinned up at you as his hands wrapped around your arms, pulling you down to him. Your lips met his instantly, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.

“Your turn.” You managed between breaths, standing up on shaky legs. Matt stood with you, hands still on your arms as he caressed your bare skin. Your hands smoothed down his chest until they reached his belt. You fumbled for only a moment before finally tearing it off of him.

You slid his slacks off with ease, feeling your stomach tighten at the sight of the prominent bulge in his briefs. Matt let out a shaky breath as you trailed your fingers over the outline. You gently palmed him through the fabric, smirking when his hips bucking into your touch. “Angel, you’re going to kill me if you don’t do something.”

You chuckled, sliding his briefs down his legs. His erection sprung free, thick and long and throbbing at the anticipation of your next move. Matt’s fingers held your hair back as you slid to your knees. He groaned above you as you placed a chaste kiss to the tip. You slipped just the head of his cock between your lips, fingers wrapping around the base.

By the way Matt tensed above you, you could tell it was taking every ounce of restraint he had not to thrust into your mouth. You moaned at the thought, causing him to grip your hair tighter at the sensation. “Sweet girl, it’s not polite to tease.”

His scolding had you clenching your thighs as you sunk your mouth further down on his cock. The shaky breath he took only spurred you on as you bobbed your head over his length. Your tongue brushed over a particularly sensitive spot on the underside of him, and that last bit of restraint left him. He thrusted into your mouth as he groaned, hitting the back of your throat. “Fuck, sorry. I can’t… you’re too good to me, angel. I can’t help myself.”

You pulled back for a brief moment, replacing the movements of your mouth with your hand as you caught your breath. “So don’t. I want you to use me, Matty.”

Another breathy curse left his lips as you sunk your mouth back onto him. He didn’t hold back this time, thrusting into your mouth until tears welled in your eyes. Unrestrained moans flowed from his parted lips, and you had to clench your thighs to relieve the pressure building there.

You loved seeing him like this, so worked up and hard for you. You loved watching him, his face contorted in pleasure as he drew closer and closer to the edge.

Matt reached his climax without warning, burying himself as far as he could and painting the back of your throat with ropes of come. You moaned at the taste before pulling off of him, swallowing everything he had to offer. Soft curses left his lips as he pulled you off of your knees.

You chuckled softly as he brushed his fingers over your swollen lips. “Are you okay?” He asked softly, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Of course I’m okay, Matt. You’d know if I wasn’t.”

His fingertips trailed down your cheek, your neck, skimming over your collar bones before tracing the valley between your breasts. “Good, that’s good.” He breathed. “Because I don’t think I’m finished with you quite yet.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock smut #matthew michael murdock #mcu smut #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #mcu fanfiction #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil smut #daredevil x reader #this man makes me feral #charlie cox #marvel

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turtletaubwrites · 22 days

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Please cook me gourmet food, and worship the ground I walk on. I'll do anything 🥰🖤

#sanji #one piece #black leg sanji #one piece screencaps #this man makes me feral #we can have nosebleeds together #i just need his food so bad 😭#let me love him!!#turtletaub screencaps

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weedburglar · 7 months

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THE WAY HIS BACK SLIGHTLY ARCHES OH MY GOOOOODDDDDDD STOP IT

#this man makes me feral #I CANT #GET THIS AWAY FROM ME #don’t actually plz #matt stone #south park #trey and matt #matt stone x reader

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av01d3d · 9 months

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SOUNDGASM MIGUEL OHARA OH MY GOD BARKBARKABRK

OMG I FOUND AN AUDIO THAT SOUNDS SO MUCH LIKE MIGUEL 🙏🙏

BARKING FOR THIS MAN OMGGGGG

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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 1 year

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Arthur Morgan 1899 Headcannons

This was an anon request! So I really hope you enjoy this! I have been writing a bunch of modern Arthur headcannons, and while I love those I love 1899 cowboy Arthur, and I’m so excited to do some more of these relationship headcannons for him!

Let’s get right into it all!

Warnings!: NSFW themes, Female reader

Tags: @mrsarthurmorgan7 @photo1030 @kieropal @cantchoosejust1 @6kaja9

When you join the gang

Arthur really doesn’t think much about it

he doesn’t really focus too much on you, he’s got a whole lot of other things to focus on

Dutch yelling in his ear and the rest of camp relying on him to take care of them

it isn’t until one night when he’s finally made it back to camp and he’s taken a seat at the fire to relax for a moment before heading to his tent that he really talks to you

you’re sitting there yourself, admiring Horseshoe Overlook, and he simply says hello, merely a formality

but he finds himself staring at you and he can’t quite understand why

The fire illuminates your face just right and he just

he feels something inside his chest that he can’t explain

it’s like his heart skips, something about you, just looking at you sends something through him

from then on he can’t help but try to spend more time with you

He tries to push that away from his mind, he’s got so much stuff to deal with that he doesn’t think having these sort of feelings would really be the best idea

however

no matter how much he tries he just keeps thinking about you

the longer he thinks about you the more he seems to seek you out

He starts to find you in the mornings and ask you about things, gets to know you slowly but surely

He asks you all kinds of things

even if he thinks they’re awful questions

he hates small talk, because he feels like he’s just annoying you but he can’t not ask them if he wants to learn about you

He asks the questions like

“What’s your favorite color?”

“What do you do for fun?”

“Where’d you come from?”

Things about your family

how you got into this life

all those kinds of things, which again he hates because he feels like all he’s doing is bothering you

but of course he isn’t

you thought from the moment you’d met him up in the mountains he was a handsome man and you just couldn’t work up the courage to talk to him

it made things a lot easier when he started to talk to you first

it was far less intimidating when he actually opened his mouth and turned out to be a nice and funny man

He had a rough exterior for sure, but he was much softer on the inside

You were one of the only people who got to see that the closer the two of you got

When he realized that he had feelings for you that were more than just friendly he gets pissed off with himself and end up leaving camp for a week

You wonder where he’s went during that week, because you yourself have started to fall for him, and it makes you worried when he doesn’t return after about two days

When he does come back your excitement to see him is so much that you pretty much run to the entrance of camp with a smile on your face and a small gift for him in your hands

That smile makes his heart warm and he literally

he almost turns around to leave because he feels like he isn’t worthy enough to be with you

he’s killed people

he’s robbed people

I mean

he just feels like you’re too pure for him

He forces himself to stay because he needs to shave and he wants to see everyone, mainly you, but he does want to see everyone

You feel bad for acting that way too, because with you realize you have feelings yourself

however

you’re worried that you’ll just get in his way

and you think he doesn’t like you even though he truly does

You also worry that he might think you’re ugly because he looks down and never really looks you in the face when you talk to him

however

he does that because every time he looks you in the face he gets a red and he doesn’t want you to see him blush

After he gets back he decides that he just

He can’t ignore you anymore

So he talks to Hosea

and Hosea has known he’s liked you for a while

so he’s prepared

he knows that you like arthur too

he literally watches EVERYTHING

So he tells Arthur to just ask you

thats it

that’s his whole advice

just to ask you

to tell you how he feels

and arthur is all nerves

but he asks you if you’d like to go with him to go out drinking

he’s hoping that if he gets enough in his system he’ll be confident enough to tell you

of course you say yes because you will literally get any excuse to spend time with him

The two of you go into Valentine and into the saloon

Arthur tends to have a bit of an issue with drinking

we all remember the lenny mission

so he does his best to keep his drinks to a minimum

however

he does get a little tipsy

and he does start to slur his words

and he finally says what he’s been trying to say the whole night

“Y?N....you’re....you...you’re reaaaal special to me, ya know that? I’m real sweet on you.”

Of course you get all red in the face and you tell him that you’re sweet on him too

and he’s sober enough to remember it

so the two of you go back to camp, but, you decide to walk there, rather than take your horses

Arthur sends them home with a simple smack on their rears as the two of you reach the edge of Valentine

The walk back to camp really isn’t that far

so you two decide you’d like to walk together so you have a little bit more privacy with one another

just to talk and understand how you feel

As you’re walking under the stars towards camp he slips his massive hand over yours and interlocks his fingers with yours

He looks at you with a bit of a sheepish smile and a red haze on his face

You just happily squeeze his hand back

By the time you get to camp he’s almost completely sober, considering he wasn’t really drunk to begin with

and he asks you kindly if you’d like to start...well...start courting him

you say yes, you’d love to, but the two of you agree to keep it from camp for the moment, until the two of you are absolutely certain about how things are going

(You know how its going to go, you have felt something for him for the longest time possible)

As time goes on you and Arthur get closer, obviously, and the camp ends up finding it out that you two are together whether you wanted them to know or not

because Arthur came back from being out of camp for about a week and came right to you and scooped you up in his arms to kiss your forehead and your lips with all kinds of fervency

Also, everytime he comes home with cuts, bruises, bashes, any kind of wound you refuse to let anyone treat him but you

so he’ll sit on his cot and you’ll patch him up easily

if he needs stitches you stich him, though it’s never a pretty sight

you love to patch him up because to you its such an intimate feeling

you feel much closer and more connected to him when you show him how much you care for him

and he loves it too, the fact that you do care for him so and take care of his wounds no matter how many he has and how many times he’s come back with them

He loves the feeling of your hands on his face too, if you’re taking care of a cut in his eyebrow he’ll pay attention to the feeling of your palms on his cheeks and he’ll simply smile and hold onto your waist as you work

he loves it

he does hate when it’s a bit of a bigger, more serious wound

he feels bad for making you worry

so when he comes back and he has a big knife gash in his arm and it NEEDS stitches, he just tries to fix it himself

when that whole

Blessed Are the PeaceMakers mission happens

and he returns to camp with all kinds of issues

first off you’d been feeling bad about the situation that had happened to lead him to that job in the first place

you didn’t trust Micah

and you didn’t trust Colm

and yet he was going to go meet up with him

so when he finally returns after a few days

beaten, bleeding, bruised and half dead you’re in tears

but you still refuse to let anyone take care of him and you don’t even let dutch near him

Arthur of course, between his small bouts of unconsciousness he tells you not to look at him but he’s too weak to really stop you.

He is just the kind of guy who doesn’t want you to see him hurt, he doesn’t want to seem weak to you

though when he is fully conscious after a few days of rest he really appreciates that you stayed by his side and that you truly care about him

By this point in the relationship he knows that he loves you

he’s afraid to tell you

but

little does he know

that in one of his moments of unconciousness

he muttered it to you

not really aware of what was going on

and you promised to yourself that you wouldn’t tell him about it

because you didn’t want to embarrass him

So you just tell him that he means so much to you and that you’re incredibly glad that he’s okay

After that

the two of you are considerably closer

he is far more teasing now, joking, a lot more easy going, after almost dying he realizes that he needs to spend every day with you as happy as possible, rather than always being afraid

so he comes up behind you and hugs you, kisses your neck and shoulders

he doesn’t care whos in camp and who sees

he’ll make you chase him

he does everything he can to have fun with you, to make you smile

he loves to cuddle with you too

he’ll pull you into his lap around the fire

he doesn’t care if everyone is around

he wants you close to you

he wants to feel you against him

it makes him feel like he’s closer to you

and he loves having you sit in his lap

He does this one day and that is when he really tells you that he loves you

At least thats the first time hes conscious and he tells you

Which you tell him that you love him too immediately which makes him light up like no other

As much as he is a gentlemen to you, and a prankster, and a fun loving guy

he is also

extremely dirty

i mean

hes an outlaw, a cowboy, who was raised by Dutch, and who probably ‘became a man’ in a brothel

He was surrounded by John and Javier, and Bill for the majority of his growing years

he is a dirty, dirty man

even if he hides it or likes to pretend that hes a gentlemen towards women

if he’s with you? Courting you?

he knows things

and he will use them against his S/O

so when things get to a point where the two of you are comfortable and you’ve both said I love you

he starts to say things to you that would make a sailor blush

I mean he whispers the most

freak nastiest

leg shakiest

A tear rolled down my leg

kinda things in your ear in the middle of camp while you’re trying to do chores

you’re trying to hang up laundry and he comes up behind you with a hard on and wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your neck deeply before saying this:

“Princess, you make me wanna worship those thighs of yours every moment of the day, you keep bendin’ down like that and I’m gonna have to take you outta camp, unless you can keep it down while I fuck you out by a tree.”

“Jesus Arthur-”

Or like you’ll be trying to gather water for Pearson and he’ll stop you as your leaning over the lake to fill the bucket

you’ll feel a hand glide over your back, starting at your rear and then finding the base of your hair, where he tangles his fingers in it

He’ll yank you up by your hair, not too hard of course, and pull you against his chest

“Mhmmm....you almost done with chores Sugar? I ain’t had you in at least a day...you’re makin’ me hungry.”

He knows how to lower that voice of his too

so you’re weak in the knees every time that he does that

Abigail and the others will notice how red you are in the face and how out of breath you are, and that’s just from him saying these things

They always tease you about it

sometimes they ask you

“What did he say this time?”

Or they’ll simply snicker at you

though Karen likes to be nice enough to offer to take your chores so that you can go have some fun

(She knows how it be, as much as Sean is Sean sometimes he’s got his moves ready to go and she feels the same way you do)

Sometimes he likes to fuck you in camp for the sole fact that he has to tell you to be quiet

it gives him a MAJOR ego boost

that he HAS to tell you to be quiet

the fact that you can’t stop yourself, you can’t NOT make noise and its because of him?

Oh god

that makes him so proud and so horny

so he will have fun with you in camp from time to time

just because of that

that and because he’ll step out to smoke a cigarette and he’ll have the scratches from you on his back, or the bite marks on his shoulder, hell the Hickeys on his neck

he loves to show off what you do to him, what he MAKEs you do to him.

He loves you

and he loves to show off how much you like to claim him as yours

When he takes you into town

that’s when he lets you make all the noise you want

he doesn’t give a shit if the people at the hotel hear you

he loves to hear all those sounds too

they’re his favorite thing to hear

so the louder you are, the more noise you make the happier and hornier he is

he loves to fuck you in the bathtub too

he knows he’s not supposed to have you in there

but that’s part of why he likes it so much

the idea of getting caught by the staff with you in the water going on his dick

it just

excites him to no end

that and it makes clean up a lot easier afterwards

though of course after that he’s gonna make sure that you’re clean and then the two of you will go up to the hotel room he’s rented for the night and cuddle up together

he is a sweet man

really he is

he’s just really dirty minded

and in his defense

it’s your fault lmao

I would

LOVE to do more of the period cannon headcannons I love 1899 Arthur so much

like I love modern arthur too

but like

regular arthur holds my heart CLOSE to

This is probs the last request for the night, but NEVER fear! The others will be finished up tomorrow, ya’ll gonna get SNACKS

#rdr2 #Rdr2 Headcannons #rdr2 community #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 drabble #this man makes me feral #like #so much #both versions #modern arthur and regular arthur could do whatever they wanted to

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