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Harrychella  2022

HES SO CUTE AAAA

OSCAR ISAAC being a cutie 🤗

I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCHHHH AAAAA

She said, "What's on your mind?"// I said, "Your skin"

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, Established relationship, Mirror stuff, like pussy worship if you squint

Author’s Note: I just think we should all be more comfortable looking at ourselves and getting to know our bodies and I like to image Matt would want that too. I really need to wash my hair but I also just ate so I wrote this while I waited for my stomach to settle

Post-orgasm Matt was clingy and soft but he claimed that was only for you. After a round of morning sex, you and him were on top of the covers. You were leaning against the headboard. His head was on your mound with his right ear pressed against your crotch while you played with his hair. You weren’t sure if he was listening to his cum moving around in your uterus or the pulse that was still throbbing in your loins.

There was a mirror parallel to where you and Matt were laying, giving the perfect view of your post-orgasmic state. Even though you knew he wasn’t, the way Matt’s head was resting it was almost like he was looking directly at your body in the mirror. “Tell me what you look like”

You rolled your eyes. “Matt you know what I look like.” You went on to give a very utilitarian description of the colour of your hair, your eyes, your height, your body type all the standard stuff that would show up if you got roped into more of Matt’s shenanigans and ended up as a fugitive on Unsolved Mysteries.

“That’s not what I mean.” Matt hooks his hands underneath the flesh of your thighs and spreads your legs as far as they would go, having your plush, dewy folds completely exposed in the reflection of the mirror. You had never really seen yourself like this.

“Every time I think I’ve got your body mapped and figured out there’s always something new that I find that takes my breath away.” You smiled thinking about the other night when Matt shifted the angle of his thrust. He found a new spot inside of you that made his breath hitch and you moan so pretty around his cock.

Matt’s fingers parted your labia using two fingers to hold the puffy lips apart to expose your glistening flesh. “So tell me, gorgeous, what do you look like?”

Part 2

Honey, There's People That Are Dying

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You make Bucky fish your phone out of the pool.

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: Bucky in vacation mode, smut, outdoor sex, sex by the pool, ass slapping (i forgot what the technical term is), pain kink, dom!Bucky vibes, two feral idiots in love

18+ ONLY, IF YOU ARE A MINOR KINDLY FUCK OFF, RESPECTFULLY!

A/N: Who'd have thought a bunch of 'Bastian photos is going to get me out of my writing funk? I've never written anything so fast since the pandemic lmao. Enjoy~ NOT Beta'd, oops.

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“Bucky!” your shriek reverberates all throughout the villa, scaring a couple of tropical birds out of the giant tree that stood right along where the stone path ends onto the open yard. “I was about to close that deal!”

You huff and stomp your fresh Jimmy Choos on the poolside tiles, freaking out that your very hot and very hot headed boyfriend just chucked your phone into the clear waters of the pool. You took five minutes outside to take a very important business call, thinking it would be fine since your luggage, all seven of your suitcases, three of Bucky’s and a couple of duffle bags, was still being hauled upstairs by the staff of his vacation home.

“And you’re missing the view and the fresh air, sweetheart. We’ve been planning this vacation for months; that call should have happened before you got your sweet ass in the plane.” He steps into your space, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him. He slides one thick thigh between your legs and smirks when you squirm at the contact. You whine when his grip tightens, his touch spreading goosebumps all over your skin.

Your hands grip his biceps as heat boils in your core. You stand on the tip of your toes, bumping your nose with his, lips almost touching you tell him, “Hmm… That call was worth 280 million.” You push up and take his bottom lip between your teeth, biting and pulling hard until Bucky yelps and pulls back, lip nipped open. “You better fish out my water proof phone or you pay me the same amount in cash before the sun sets on the view that I’m missing!”

You push him away and point to the small black rectangle chilling on the bottom of the pool. Bucky wipes his lip with his thumb, growling when he sees a blood. You were going to pay for that but right now the look on your face, flushed with anger and just gorgeously seething is making his cock hard.

“Now, Bucky!” you point again to the phone ringing under water, he thinks. He was going to send Tony Stark an email about making things too durable, missing the days when phones died when they catch a little drizzle.

“Sheesh, relax! Okay!” he raises both hands in surrender, walking to the edge of the pool as you crossed your arms and followed behind him. “Honey, there’s people that are dying, you know? And you’re freaking out about a phone.” You roll your eyes and gesture for him to proceed.

You expected him to kneel by the edge and fish it out with his hands but once again shriek loudly when he jumps into the pool, still fully clothed with his shoes on, splashing your sun dress and soaking you. By the time he resurfaces, he’s got your Stark phone in his hand and you grab it quickly.

“Thank you, honeybun!” you blow him a kiss and redial to return to the call. You apologize to the investor, smiling the whole time when you finally get them to agree to your terms. You were humming affirmations when you accidentally make eye contact with your boyfriend, giving you his most murderous gaze while he was soaking wet. His white shirt had become transparent from the water, giving you firm reminder of what you had at the tip of your fingers if you just started your vacation officially.

Bucky shakes the water out of his hair and pulls himself up onto the edge of the pool. His pants were sticking to his thighs that causes you to gulp loudly for air, stuttering when you miss something your investor says but replying dumbly when you see the massive tent in Bucky’s pants.

“Yeah… I-I mean, yes! All of that sounds great! Thank you, I’ll get back to you after my vacation. Bye, thanks!” you ramble and hang up, sticking your feet together and standing in attention. Bucky was full on seething, chest rising visibly as he continues to sit still by the pool’s edge. You wanted to apologize, to him and to your poor pussy that was currently dripping like a broken faucet, for delaying your trip activities when he gestures with one thick and lock finger and beckons you to go to him.

“You done?” he grits the question, jaw clenching in unison with your weeping hole. You nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. “Good, pull your skirt up and lie down here.” He pats his wet thighs and huffs impatiently.

You toss your phone to one of the nearby lounge chairs and quickly bunch your skirt up to your waist. “Buck—Honey baby— Hey, you were the one who wanted to go legit with the business! “ he tuts and you close your mouth. You were in trouble and the excitement curls in your gut pleasantly.

He spreads his legs wider to accommodate you as you lie on your stomach over him, your ass exposed to the cool tropical air. He runs the tips of his fingers gently from your calf to the back of your thighs until he reaches the curve of your ass, alternating between pinching your soft cheeks and squeezing a handful. You moan when he uses his other hand to push your head down and locking you there by the back of your neck.

“Now, I know how important your job is to you. And I know how fun it is to make money,” he slaps your left cheek hard making your head shoot up but he prevents you, making you squirm and feel on your stomach how much joy he’s experiencing right now when his bulge greets you, “but you have to remember, “ another slap, harder this time, “which is more important…” two successive slap and you grunt from the pain that makes your core clench.

“You, Buck! It’s you! You’re the most important thing in my life.” You tell him but he only responds with quick slaps on your throbbing ass. God you won’t be able to sit on it for a while.

“Sshh. I’m not asking a question, sweetheart, so there’s really no need to answer.” He switches to the other cheek and your arm shoots out from under you, aching to grab for something while you endured your punishment. “Stay still or we’ll be here longer.”

He swipes your hair away from your face and you get a glimpse at him, swollen lip as he breathes heavy, face flushed and gorgeous under the sun. Fuck, you were going to come just by looking at him. You nod and he winks down at you.

“Oh, honey, I forgot to initiate the count. Guess we have to start again.” He hums and makes you count to fifteen, tears rolling down your face by the time the last one hits your skin. “Oh, baby come here.” He scoops you up into his lap, legs pulled around his waist to straddle him as he coos at you, peppering your face with kisses. You squirm again when his raging hard on comes in contact with your soaked center and he can’t help but chuckle. “You need me, baby?” you nod and pout and scratch at his neck when you kiss him wantonly, moaning into each other’s tongues as he squeezes you with his large hands.

Bucky infuriated you to no end as both of you tried to control each other, fighting fire with fire, all-consuming with nothing left in your path. You made him crazy when you told him no just to piss him off even when you agreed with him or wanted the same things. And yet he wouldn’t change anything that he had with you. You kept each other on your toes, pulling each other’s string and getting on your last nerves.

Bucky pulls back from the kiss and you start sucking on his neck. “You wanna go inside for this or—“

“No—here—now. Please—“ you rush to tell him pulling at his belt as you kneel to get rid of his pants. He chuckles but agrees, gripping the side of your panties and ripping it in half, tossing it on the pool. He helps you pull his pants enough for his cock already leaking and flushed pink when you finally take it out.

He aligns himself quickly, rubbing the tip into your slick folds before the head penetrates your tight entrance. Fuck, you both cuss at the pressure and the heat. Bucky looks up at you in reverence as your face contorts while your pussy tries to accommodate him, mouth dropping open, no sound coming out just puffs of air that blow on his face. You looked beautiful as the sunlight formed a crown behind you as he splits you in half.

You whine when he finally reaches his hilt, nails digging into his skin as you try to regain your bearings. He does an experimental thrust and you cry out in pleasure, a sound he’ll never get tired of. He lets you set the pace first, he had to be as coherent as possible so he can see your face when you come on his cock.

“Go ahead baby, ride this dick. Make yourself come on your cock, sweetheart.” You nod and begin to move back and forth, using his shoulders as leverage. You swear softly, always surprised at his size and the magic that your body conjures to accommodate him—to take every inch of him with joy. You grind down on him as his hand palms your tits, pulling and twisting on your taut nipples until he pulls down your dress and puts them inside his heavenly mouth. He laps at them, teasing the peaks with the tip of his tongue and nipping at them with teeth. His hand then travels south and cups your ass making you whine and pull up. You sit on him heavily and the both of you grunt from the pressure.

“Again. Do that again—“ he scrapes his teeth on your jaw and licks you there when you do as he says and your core clenches harder at the impact. Bucky encourages you with dirty sweet things. Best pussy I’ve ever had, only pussy I need, soak me honey, fuck please, I need you to cream all over me.

When you pace falters, he takes over and thrusts up into you. Pace faster and harsher than your own, every stroke hitting you deliciously. He pulls one of your legs higher, almost at his shoulder level until he rolls you on your back, cupping the back of your head against the cool tile surface. The change of position gives him more access and he takes himself deeper.

The pain on your ass calls out to you and with all your strength you push at Bucky’s shoulder until you switch positions and you’re atop him again. You close your eyes and ride him faster, he assists you with two fingers to your clit and it powers you through and through, head raised to the clear blue skies until you get thrown into your climax. You clench around Bucky and he growls at the way your pussy tries to suck him all in. Your release triggers his and with a couple more strokes he fills you with his warmth, painting you with his seed, slowly thrusting up into you to mark every thing inside.

He places his hand around your throat as you savor your pleasure, writhing in his hold. He gives you a languid kiss as you come down from your high, rubbing soothing patterns on your back as his spend leaks out of you.

“God, I needed that. I-I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier,” you shyly tuck yourself in the crook of his neck, lying on top of him after getting post nut clarity of your behavior.

“Worth missing two hundred million?” you slap him on the chest and he chuckles, cupping your backside and making you hiss. “So… you in this vacation with me now or do you have anymore more calls to make?”

You sit up still straddling him, his cock still lodged inside you while his come escapes in thick, creamy waves. You smile down at him and clench your pussy around his semi hard on.

“If you eat me out until I pass out, I’ll throw my phone over the balcony and into the sea.” You slowly pull yourself off him and wobble back into the house.

“Fuck!” Bucky tucks his hardening self inside his pants again as he goes after you but not before picking up your ringing phone and turning it off, chucking it off into the bushes. “Wait up! Give me that pussy!”

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MCU Masterlist II

check out my part I if you haven’t already!

Bucky Barnes

SMUT 👅

Princess

Raw

Intentional

Size

Spaghetti

Briefing

Unfortunately Yours

Motivation

Comfort

3 AM

Belong

Positions

Pass Out

Bucky’s Pastries

Been Like This

Overstimulated

Nothing Wrong With You

Under the Table

Trainer Bucky

Friendly Neighbourhood Mafia Boss

Brat

Empty

His Love

On My Tongue

No Escape

Just a Scratch

It All Belongs to You

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Shaky

Stress

Move Out of My Way

Sweeter Than Sugar

Top of His List

Perfect, Doll

Understudy

Obsession

Caged Bird

Around Your Finger

Who Made You Cry?

My Girl

I Love You to the Moon and Back

Stucky x Reader

SMUT 👅

Snakes and Ladders

Mafia Men

Mafia

Pretty Boy

Perfect

Let Us Take Care of You

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Flinch

You Are My Homeland

Our Girl

No Control

Steve Rogers

SMUT 👅

I’m Not Finished Yet

Exhibitionism

Birthday Wake Up

Meetings

Goddess of Worthy (ft. Thor)

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Happy to See You

Clingy

Comfort

Nightmare Barns

Andy Barber

SMUT 👅

Good Behaviour

Anonymous

Look, Don’t Touch

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Necessary Arrangements

Good Little Wife

Ari Levinson

SMUT 👅

Punishment

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Loki

SMUT 👅

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

Bad Days

kiss sick | sirius black x reader 

summary sirius black takes your virginity

warnings nsfw (18+ please) shy!reader, fem!reader, p in v sex, oral fem receiving, idiots in love, praise kink, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used for reader [word count: 2.6k]

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"Just… lie back," Sirius says tiredly.

"Are you frustrated with me?" you ask him, giggles fading as you lay down in the middle of his plump sheets. His bed is soft and squishy, smelling of sandalwood and something heavier, maybe cedar. 

"I'm not," he reassures you. 

"You seem mad." 

He laughs, gently nudging your legs apart to lie on top of you. His elbows rest either side of your chest, hand coming up to stroke the small baby hairs near your hairline.

"I'm not mad," he says, words warm and quiet. "You keep laughing at me when I'm trying to seduce you, wounding my manhood permanently and indiscriminately. But," he dips down, giving you a heart skipping smile, "I'm not mad." 

"This is a seduction?" you ask, half-hopeful.

He pauses. His words are very careful. "No, not if you don't want it to be." 

His hair tickles your face and you giggle. When he notices he aims to do it again, and only stops when you say through your quiet laughter, "And if I want it to be?" 

Which is how you end up kiss sick and sweaty with your t-shirt missing, red-purple crescent moons bitten into your neck and chest. Sirius sits, cheeks flushed, with your legs in his laps, your trousers at your ankles. He pulls them off and shoves them away, running his hands up and down your calves after he's done. 

"How do you feel, doll?" he asks, dipping down to kiss your naked kneecap.

Slightly overwhelmed. Sweaty. Kind of sticky. "Is this gonna be messy?" you ask quietly. 

He smirks. "Definitely." 

You flush and cross your arms over your chest. "I- I'm… Sirius-" 

He cuts you off. "I'll get you a towel, if you want. Yeah? No worrying about mess, then." 

He retrieves a towel and tucks it under your pelvis with an amused and somehow comforting smile. You stretch your hand out tentatively before he can climb back on top of you, reaching for his trouser buttons. He steps toward you and your fingers shake as you pull down his zipper, worse when you look up for a cue.

"You wanna touch me?" he asks. You nod but can't seem to make yourself do it, pulling your hands back towards your chest insecurely. "Hey, it's okay. It's alright. Here." 

He palms himself through his boxers and adjusts his cock so it's standing up. You watch and feel a twinge between your legs, mouth drying as he puts his hand out for yours. He shuffles closer and guides your hand onto his cock, pulling your hand up and down his length until you're acquainted. You're scared to hurt him, wrapping your fingers around him lightly. He twitches and you try to pull away. 

"It's alright," he says.

"It… moved." 

He laughs loudly. "S'cos it feels good when you touch me." 

You flush from head to toe and, emboldened by his confession, slip your hand under his waistband to stroke his naked cock, pushing his boxers down with the bottom of your hand. With your palm against the base of his shaft there's almost two inches of space between your fingertip and his head. You bite your lip. 

"You're really big," you murmur, breathless as you look up at his handsome face for reassurance. "Is this going to hurt?" 

He grabs at your hand where it rests on his cock and twines your fingers together, holding both hands in his. He brings them up to his chest and leans down until you're almost nose to nose. 

"Sweetheart," he says slowly, "I don't know if it'll hurt. It's different for everyone, but I'm gonna get you ready, and I'm gonna take care of you. I'm with you the entire time, you know that?" 

You lift your chin up and he indulges you, leaning down for a kiss. You steal your hands back to thread your fingers in his long hair, pulling him in closer, deeper. He shrugs out of his trousers as you kiss, a fact you're all too aware of, then his boxers. He pulls back and you whine until he obliges you with a shorter, sweeter kiss, climbing into the bed with you and over your legs. His knees dig into the towel. 

You spread your legs to accommodate him. 

There's an awful fondness on his face as he discovers your damp underwear. He rubs a hand in the space where your cunt meets your thigh. 

"Look at you," he murmurs, "my sweet girl. I'm gonna take these off now, okay?" 

You nod more enthusiastically than you mean to, though you're rewarded when you see his shoulders relax, a little of his worried tension slipping away. 

He rubs his thumb up the crease of your underwear, feels the squishy wetness at your entrance. His expression becomes almost pained as he pulls your underwear down your thighs, leaving them to dip between your knees. 

"Fuck, sweetheart. Your cunt is so fucking pretty." The sincerity in his voice makes you dizzy and the feeling only increases as he pulls your folds open with his thumbs. "Fuck," he says under his breath. 

You watch him over your fast-moving chest, hands pressed to your ribs. You hadn't realised how nervous you were at being seen until it was actually happening, and his reaction fills you with both love and confidence. 

You hike one of your legs up and anchor yourself with your heel, smiling at his surprise. He smiles back, reaching out to bring your hands to his mouth and adorn your knuckles in kisses. 

The other hand trails lightly up your slit, spreading a line of wetness over the small bead of your clit. Your lips part in reaction.  

"You're beautiful," he says, and you look from his touches to find he's watching your face, eyes on yours as he draws slippery circles around your clit. "You're so fucking pretty. All of you." 

His eyes drop back to your cunt. "Have you ever fingered yourself, sweetheart?" 

You giggle nervously. "Uh…" 

"C'mon, don't be embarrassed." 

"I've tried," you admit, voice cracking. 

"Yeah?" he asks. When he smiles you can see his canine teeth. "I'm okay to have a go?" 

You nod. "I don't think- I think. Um. I think I tore my, my… you know. Before. I scared myself." 

He doesn't look how you worried he might, doesn't look disgusted or weirded out. He gazes down at your cunt with a thoughtful quirk to his lips. You tremble as his fingertips circle your twitching entrance and then climb back up to continue his ministrations on your clit. You squeeze his hand.  

"If you still have it, it'll probably bleed a little if I reach it. If it hurts too much, you can tell me to stop. If it hurts at all," he amends. "You want me to stop and I'll stop." He explains everything with a gentle patience and you feel guilty but you can barely listen, pleasure shooting up your tummy. 

You lift your hips off of the towel just a tiny bit, hoping he'll take the hint and that you won't have to say it aloud.

He takes the hint, letting your hand go. "How about I make you cum first, and then we'll see if you're feeling ready for me. How's that sound?" 

You nod. Back in his element, Sirius grins, pushing your legs open wider and leaning down. You gasp in surprise as his mouth meets your cunt, startled and intoxicated by his first, broad lick up your slit. 

His fingers grip into your thighs, mouth searching and hot and wet, lips closing around your clit. He sucks, licks, laps at your wetness until you're mewling, first quietly and then desperate. He pauses only to mutter out amorous seductions. 

"You taste sweet," he says innocently, glancing at you with his mouth and chin shining. 

You push your hands into his hair and encourage him back down. This delights him beyond words and he eats you out with renewed vigour, leaning his cheek against your cunt as he suckles your clit. His fingers tease your entrance, sliding first one finger and then two inside you, shallow and careful as you twitch underneath him. 

You cum before he's managed to work in a third, the feeling so overpowering that you squirm away from him and pull your hands from his hair carelessly. He pulls his mouth from your cunt and you hardly notice as he slides in his third finger, riding out your orgasm breathless and seized up. 

"Good girl," Sirius praises, fingers in a slow rhythm as they spread your hole open. "Good girl. Doing so good for me." 

You pant for breath. "Sorry," you say tearfully, "for pulling your hair. Sorry, baby." 

He pulls his fingers free from your sopping pussy and shakes his head. "You can get rough with me whenever you want, sweet thing." 

You smile blissfully at being forgiven.

"How was that?" he asks. "Hurts?" 

"No, it felt nice." 

"Even with three?" 

"I didn't notice," you admit, mortified. 

He straightens up and drags your hips towards him, shifting into a more comfortable position on his knees. "You ready to try?" 

"Please," you agree. 

His hands are everywhere, rubbing your legs, your tummy, your inner thighs. You know he's trying to keep you calm as he pushes the head of his cock against your cunt, sliding the throbbing head of it up your slit and then down. 

He looks hot. He's sweaty and your slick is all over him, his face and his hands and his arms. His chest is bare, tattoos stark black against his torso. You reach out to brush your thumb over the scorpion crawling across his ribs as he lines up and pushes in. 

It's nothing new at first, your wetness and his fingers having prepared you. An inch, two, he thrusts into you slow. His hips flex. 

"Doing so well. Doing so well for me, sweetheart," he says softly. 

It feels good, you realise, a little dazed as he pushes in further. Then, a tenderness, a pinch. You cringe at the feeling and he pushes just a little further before he stops, hands holding your hips in place. 

"There?" he asks. 

"Keep going?" you ask back. 

"You sure?" 

"Please? It felt nice at first. Get it over with," you whisper the last part. 

"Just a little more. Little bit more for me, baby," he whispers, then hisses. "Fuck, you're doing so good. Good girl." 

He ducks down to kiss the side of one of your rising tits. He catches your flesh in his teeth and bites lightly, sucking a hickey, eases in so slowly you almost don't notice. 

"Tiny bit more for me," he says, reverent, and then he bites down on your nipple just as his cock bottoms out. 

You whimper. He instantly releases your tit and soothes the swollen bud with a handful of sweet kisses, following a trail up to your collarbones, up your neck, until his eyes are hovering over yours. 

"I'm sorry," he says, rolling his hips gently, deep-seated inside you. He reaches down between you to rub your clit, "I thought one pain might distract you from another." 

He was right, in a way, your nipple does hurt more than the uncomfortable stretch of your walls, and his new plan – figure eights pushed rough and fast into your clit – is half as successful. 

"It's okay," you say wetly, chasing his touch. 

"Do we need to stop?" 

"No. No, it's okay." 

He kisses you chastely. "You're fucking beautiful." 

"So are you," you whisper, bringing your hands up to his face. He presses his forehead into yours as he pulls out. His returning thrust is sharp, then another, another, until the pain is an afterthought, until every stroke brings that feeling of fullness and stretch with it. 

He notices your pleasure. "There you go." 

He braces his hands on your chest, massaging the swollen peaks of your tits in his fingers as he drives into you. 

Your moaning becomes indistinguishable, peppered with expletives and startled little gasps when he hits something just right. He marks your sweet spot, finds it over and over, his own breathing warping into something deeper, a rugged moan. 

He climbs off of your chest and you hike up on your elbows to watch as he takes great handfuls of your hips, sliding your weeping cunt onto his cock with an echoing slap, the towel underneath you sodden with wet and cum. 

His eyebrows draw together. You do your best to move down onto his cock, calves hooked over his thighs. You roll your hips, a milking motion that pulls curse after curse from Sirius' throat. 

"Fuck," he says, voice deep and more ragged than you've heard before. "Fuck, sweetheart, where can I cum?" 

You squeeze your walls around his cock. "In me, baby, please. Wanna be full of you," you murmur, grabbing for his arms. He eases into your hold, letting you wrap your arms around his neck as his thrusts lose their speed, become sloppy. He buries his face in your neck, arms squeezing you so tightly it aches as he cums inside you, fucking it into you with a final, hip-aching thrust. 

He breathes loudly in your ear, turning his face into your neck. You, dazed, bring your hand up to cradle the back of his head. 

He comes back into himself and quickly takes his weight from you, cock moving inside you. The sudden restart of movement gives you chills. 

"Fuck, are you cold?" he asks. 

"No, no, sorry. Just feels funny now." 

"Oh." He chuckles and moves onto his haunches, pulling his cock out of you. He pumps the shaft with his hand, a mix of cum and slick dribbling down between your legs.  

He wipes his hands clean in the towel and you sit up shakily, staring down at the wet patch in surprise. 

"Messy," you murmur. 

"A little." 

You both giggle, a mixture of highs. 

He puts his hand out between you and you move your face into it in a familiar dance, crawling across the bed to climb over his lap. He receives you eagerly, hand pressed to the small of your back and pulling you in, chest still rising quickly between you.

You kiss for a little while, exhausted, before you hook your chin over his shoulder. He pats your back and sways you from side to side, his voice soft as velvet as he says, "Did such a good job, such a good girl. My good girl." You blink away tears and tighten your arms over his shoulder blades as he continues. "So pretty. Did you enjoy that?" 

"Yeah," you whisper. 

"Yeah? Felt good?" 

"Amazing," you say, face aflame, pushing your lips into his skin. You plant open mouthed kisses across the hill of his shoulder, hoping it translates as the thank you you mean it to be. 

"How did it feel for you?" you ask eventually, mouth still smushed against him. 

He nestles his nose into the side of your face. "Fucking perfect, sweetheart. Better than I ever thought." 

"You thought about this before?" you ask, confused.

He laughs like you've told the funniest joke in the world, hand stroking your spine. "Too often." Then, after a long, serene moment in his arms, "Let's get you cleaned up, sweet girl." 

You nod, though you close your eyes and take a deep inhale of his skin, his scent washing over you in a great wave. 

"In a minute. Wanna stay like this." 

Sirius pats your back again. "Got all the time in the world for you." 

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Warmth of You (Matt Murdock x GN! Reader)

Summary: You're cold, and Matt is warm. That's it.

Warnings: Pure tooth rotting fluff.

Author's note: My house being cold AF this morning and my bestie @what-the-hell from the Horny Hive inspired this lil drabble 😘

New York winters were something you were going to have to get used to. This particular night it was positively frigid, and no amount of blankets, socks, and flannel pajamas could save you from the bitter cold. Your boyfriend Matt was fast asleep next to you, but you were wide awake and shivering.

You felt the bed shift, and then a warm hand on your arm. Matt slowly rolled you over so that you were facing him. Little did you know, he could feel you shivering.

"Sweetheart, c'mere." He whispered as he hugged you to his chest.

"I'm sorry, Matt. It's just so cold. I'm not used to this."

"Shhhhhh. It's alright. You should have told me you were cold." He said before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I thought you were asleep. I didn't want to disturb you."

"You're never, ever disturbing me, sweetheart. I'll always keep you warm."

He caressed your cheek and placed a soft kiss there. You snuggled into his embrace and he petted your hair until you fell asleep. Once he heard your heartbeat even out, he finally fell asleep. You were warm and safe in his arms, right where you belonged.

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where in the hell did you find that

summary: you and eddie have secretly been hooking up and of course, dustin and steve get suspicious that you are hiding something and completely invade your privacy to reveal your secret <3

prompts: “i don’t remember that, that doesn’t sound like me” & “recognize this?” “where in the hell did you find that?”

warnings: mentions of sex, make out sesh, language, not proof read!

*this has been one of my faves to write so far!!!*

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You started hooking up with Eddie Munson behind your friends backs two months ago, and they were starting to suspect you were hiding something from them. You never thought you’d be in a relationship like this with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, but when you got paired together for an English project, and he started looking a little too hot, you couldn’t resist.

It wasn’t a classic friends with benefits thing. You had clothes and other miscellaneous belongings at each others houses, and Eddie even brought you lunch and dinner occasionally and you would just talk about life. It wasn’t a dating-type thing, but whatever it was, it worked for the both of you.

Your friends started suspecting you were hiding something a couple of weeks ago, more specifically, nosey ass Dustin and Steve. You were going to meet Eddie for a much-needed night together, and apparently, you looked too happy. It made it more suspicious to them when you wouldn’t say where you were going. You said it was none of their damn business and walked out of Family Video. Not your best coverup.

You were currently laying on Eddie’s couch, only in a bra and underwear, blanket over you, while Eddie was making breakfast in the kitchen, only in his underwear. You smiled at him as you watched him make pancakes, surprisingly good at doing so. He looked up, noticing you staring.

“What?” He questioned, smiling.

“Nothing.” You looked away and stared at the TV. “Wanna watch a movie tonight?”

“Let me guess, 'Sixteen Candles’?”

“Shut up.” You told Eddie, laughing and throwing a pillow at him as he walked over to you. He moved the blanket off of you, wrapping it around his back, then laying on top of you. He placed a hungry kiss on your lips.

“I’m surprised you want to go to Family Video with the way those idiots have been hounding you about your secret double life.” Eddie joked. He placed his elbows on the side of you, rubbing your face and playing with your hair with his hands.

“They think I’m hooking up with some mystery college guy. That doesn’t even sound like something I’d do. They’re so dumb.” You said.

“And hooking up with the school’s biggest freak does?” Eddie questioned.

“That’s not what I meant. And I didn’t think we were only hooking up. It doesn’t feel like that’s all this is. If it was, you wouldn’t be making me breakfast or caressing me right now.” You pointed out. Eddie nodded his head, agreeing.

“When you put it that way, I guess you’re right,” Eddie said, kissing your forehead.

“Why, do you only consider us to be fuck buddies?” You were confused and truly hoping he didn’t think that. You shifted, trying to get up. Eddie moved immediately and let you sit up, grabbing the blanket from him.

“Oh my gosh, no, Y/N! I feel the same way you do! I’m sorry, I didn’t phrase that right I guess.” Eddie pulled you on top of him, he peppered you with kisses all over. You giggled and put your lips on his.

“I’m sorry. You know how I am. Queen of overthinking. Can we just eat pancakes now?” You snuggled into his chest, wrapping your arms and legs around his body. He swiftly picked you up, carrying you to the counter and placing you on it. You giggled and smiled the whole time. He hand-fed you a pancake, smiling like an idiot while doing so. Eddie was completely and utterly whipped. Especially after knowing you didn’t consider your relationship just hooking up. How could you keep getting more perfect?

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“Hey, Hair! Can I have 'Sixteen Candles’?” You greeted Steve, him rolling his eyes at your nickname for him.

“Again?” He questioned.

“Not you too.” You slipped out.

“Who else makes fun of you for loving that movie?” Steve inquired.

“My mom does, constantly.” You covered.

“Sure.” Steve gave you a suspicious look and got the movie for you. Before you thought you were in the clear, Dustin came into the store. You groaned quietly, not wanting to hear about your secret life. If only he knew it was with his D&D leader and role model.

“Y/N!” Dustin gave you a side hug. “What have you been up to?” He questioned.

“Nothing much, just enjoying my Saturday. I’m going to watch my favorite movie later with some friends.” You told the young boy. “What about you Dusty-bun?” You asked.

“I just invited the Hellfire gang over to hang out tonight at my house, so I’m getting some horror flicks!” Dustin said, excitement in his voice. You lifted your eyebrows.

“Everyone is going?” You questioned.

“Yeah! You can come too if you want, and you too Steve! But I know you think we are a bunch of nerds.”

“Indeed Henderson,” Steve added, handing you your movie.

“Thanks.” You said quietly. “As for tonight, I’ll let you nerds have a night to yourselves. I’ll see you two later.” You quickly left the store, rushing back to Eddie’s. Leave it to Dustin to ruin your movie night.

When you pulled up to his trailer, Eddie was outside, sitting on the steps.

“Hey, I’ve been waiting for you!” Eddie told you, getting up.

“To tell me that Dustin asked you to hang out and so you’re ditching me?” You laughed.

“You’re not mad?” Eddie pulled you to him, kissing your lips lightly.

“No. I know how much he means to you. You can just come by my house afterward.”

“Sounds like a plan gorgeous.”

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It hit ten o'clock when all of the Hellfire members left Dustin’s, leaving him, Steve, and Eddie alone. Yes, Steve showed up after Dustin’s begging.

“Did Y/N seem off to you today? She got weird when you said your nerds were coming over here.” Steve asked Dustin. Eddie flipping him off.

“She’s been weird the last couple of months, dude. She sneaks off at school and on the weekends especially. But yeah, you’re right. Every time Hellfire comes up she gets weird.” Dustin agreed.

“Maybe Eddie scares her,” Steve said, laughing. Eddie sarcastically laughed at the statement. Knowing he very much does not scare you…

“We should go check on her. See what’s up.” Dustin said.

“Maybe she just wants some privacy? You two are so fucking nosey.” Eddie told the pair. Steve and Dustin looked at him with blank stares.

“Are you coming or what?”

The three boys hopped in Steve’s car and drove to your house. Eddie couldn’t let them harass you with questions without him there. Luckily, he remembered that your parents went out of town this weekend.

When they got there, you were startled by the headlights but assumed it was just Eddie. When you answered the door and saw Steve and Dustin looking back at you, Eddie behind them, you were very confused.

“Why are you two here?”

“Don’t you mean to ask why the three of us are here?” Dustin picked up on your slip-up immediately.

“I didn’t even see Eddie, sorry.”

“Sure.”

The three boys made their way in, heading towards your room. You prayed there wasn’t anything of Eddie’s visible.

“We wanted to see how you’re doing. We’re worried about you.” Steve explained.

“Seriously? You guys need to stop with that. I am fine!”

“Well just to be sure, let’s watch 'Sixteen Candles’! Even though you probably just got done watching it with friends, right?” Dustin questioned. Gosh, this boy was good.

“They actually canceled. I’ll go make popcorn.”

“I’ll help get drinks.” Eddie followed you out of the room, into the kitchen.

“What the fuck, Eddie?” You whispered.

“They’re mentally deranged! There was no stopping them!” He whisper-yelled back. You took the popcorn out of the microwave and the two of you made your way back to your room. When you entered, Steve and Dustin stood there with huge smirks on their faces.

“What is up with you two?” You questioned. The pair looked at each other and smiled. Dustin suddenly moved his hidden hand out from behind his back, holding a shirt up in the air. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Recognize this?” It was Eddie’s shirt. Then, Steve held up a polaroid picture of you and Eddie that you took one night while the two of you were very drunk and very naked. Luckily, the photo didn’t show anything.

“Where in the hell did you find that?!” You practically screamed.

“We looked through your dresser,” Dustin said as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“What the fuck?! You two are insane!” You yelled at the pair. You ripped the shirt and photo out of their hands and hid them away once again.

“Let’s move on to the bigger picture… YOU AND EDDIE?!” Dustin yelled. “I repeat, YOU AND EDDIE?!”

“So what?!”

“It’s Eddie!” Steve argued.

“And?”

“I should’ve known. The first time you saw him at school you mumbled that he could fuck you any time of day.” Dustin told the group.

“I don’t remember that, that doesn’t sound like me.” You said, sheepishly. Kind of embarrassed that Dustin heard you say that, and that he just told Eddie and Steve.

“Yeah, it doesn’t. Which is why I’m very confused.” Steve added.

“Will you two please leave? You’ve done enough for today, thank you. And never go through my shit again. That is so weird.” You told the pair, shaking your head. Dustin had his head down and apologized on his way out, while Steve was glaring at Eddie. When you finally heard the car drive away, you sunk down on the floor, laying there like a dead body.

“I don’t know if I should be utterly pissed or relieved.” You told Eddie.

“I know right. Gosh, I hate them sometimes.” Eddie laid on the floor next to you, planting kisses on your face. “So…” Eddie started.

“So?”

“Since they know we… Can I take you out sometime? Not that I don’t love our dinners and stuff, but I’d like to make this official… if you want…” You smiled at Eddie’s words, sitting up immediately.

“You mean it?” Eddie sat up and pulled you closer to him.

“Of course I do. I don’t know if you are aware, but I’m kinda crazy about you. And I would gladly fuck you any time of the day.” Eddie smirked. You got red in the face.

“I’m kinda crazy about you too.” You replied, kissing Eddie.

“Tomorrow we should go into Family Video making out or something, completely making them regret looking through your stuff,” Eddie said, making you laugh.

“Oh, abso-fucking-lutely.”

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