captain-fantasy - Tumblr blog

captain-fantasy · 11 months

Note

PLEASEEEE CONTINUE A CHAPTER OF MINE WITH BEN BARNESSS PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE IM BEGGING YOUUUUU

Surrender - Billy Russo x f!reader

Sequel to Mine which you can read here

Warnings: semi-public sex, unprotected sex, no review

author's note: giving the people what they want

The walk back home from the party was tense. You couldn’t shake off the weight of the words that had come out from Billy. The revelation of his feelings for you had affected you in ways you hadn’t expected.

When you reached your apartment, neither of you said a word. Instead, you opened the door and shrugged off your coat, handing it to Billy so he could hang it on one of the hooks on the wall. Still in silence, you crossed the room and opened the doors to the balcony, stepping outside and letting the soothing night breeze brush against your skin, momentarily relieving the heat that had built up inside you throughout the night. Lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice when Billy approached you, his voice being the first to break the silence.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his voice light.

Startled, you turn to face him, momentarily at a loss for words. He wore an unreadable expression, his features concealed by the shadows of the night.

“Of course,” you whispered, unsure if your voice was strong enough to speak normally.

The two of you sat silently for a moment, the faint sounds of cars driving below and dull city noise from outside.

“I think we need to figure out what we want,” Billy started.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, the air heavy with tension. Billy’s intense gaze bore into your eyes, his black eyes reflecting a dark storm. There was a fire within him, a volatile mixture of emotions threatening to consume both of you. But behind that facade, you saw a vulnerability you’d never noticed.

You reached out and placed a hand on his, the connection sparking an electric current that pulsed between you. “I agree,” you whispered, your voice filled with apprehension, “We can’t ignore what’s between us anymore.”

Billy’s gaze softened, the storm within his eyes receding to reveal a glimmer of hope. Slowly, he closed the distance between you, his hand caressing your cheek with a tenderness you hadn’t expected. The touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire deep within your core.

“I don’t know what came over me tonight, y/n. I think- Seeing you with Matt I-, It drove me crazy. I wanted you all to myself. I’m drawn to you; I have been since we met. Every night we’re together, I can’t get enough.”

Your heart swelled at his words, his vulnerability taking your breath away. At that moment, you realized the depth of his emotions, the intensity of his desire. It was a revelation that left you trembling, yearning for more.

“Billy,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, “I feel the same way. Every minute without you feels like a part of me is missing. You complete me, Bill. Your hands, your eyes, your touch. I’m in love with every part of you.”

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours in a featherlight kiss that ignited a fire within you. It was an act of surrender, a melody of two souls finally finding harmony. The world faded away, and you were consumed by the intensity of your shared connection.

At that moment, time ceased to exist. Your bodies intertwined, moving with a rhythm that defied words. It was a language only you two understood, a symphony of desire and passion that painted the night with the colors of ecstasy.

Billy’s kiss got more insistent, needier. His hands had begun to slip underneath the hem of your skirt, tracing dangerously close to the wet spot in your underwear that had reappeared when he started touching you. Your skin felt like it was on fire, your breaths were short, and Billy’s beard left a slight burn while he bit at the skin on your neck. Your breathing quickened, and your head turned to reveal a nearly empty street. Suddenly, you were aware that you were still technically in public, and anyone who looked at your building would receive an eyeful from you and Billy.

“Bill-hey, maybe we shouldn’t do this here-”

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against your skin. His lips had begun to travel down your body, leaving fresh marks on your chest and neck. He pushed the material around your thighs as he met your waist, letting it bunch above your hips, allowing better access to where he wanted. He could see the effect he had on you for the first time. The wet spot on your underwear had gradually grown, making Billy smirk at how easily he could mold you into putty whenever he touched you.

“Please, Billy,” you whined. Your fingers brushed through Billy’s hair, trying to pull him where you wanted him the most. Your neediness made him chuckle, his eyes staring up at you while he placed a soft kiss and licked your clothed clit.

His nails scratched your skin as he pulled your almost entirely soaked-through panties down your legs. Billy gathered some of the wetness that had begun to drip onto your thighs with his index finger, pushing it into you and grazing over your clit. Your head fell back as he slid his tongue into your entrance, spreading it flat before dragging it up, driving you crazy.

The moans he was letting out vibrated through your entire body, focusing on your clit as he sucked it between his teeth, using one hand to expertly curl his fingers into your sopping entrance while the other held onto your thigh to keep you still.

Your whines became short and breathy as you tried to muffle them, hands tightly gripping the railing to keep yourself from falling over. You finally felt a sweet release as it poured out of you, allowing Billy to drink it. You were sure that if you let go of the railing, your legs would completely give out underneath you, so you decided it was best to keep your grip on it.

Once Billy decided he had sufficiently cleaned you up, he stood up, towering over you, his eyes black and hooded, full of lust. He kissed you again, this time tenderly, sweetly. You could taste yourself on him when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, delicately exploring yours as if it were new terrain for him. You could feel his bulge through his pants. Deciding to be bold, you slipped your hand under his waistband, smiling when you heard him make a strained moan. He was painfully hard as he stared at you, silently begging you for more.

You slipped his pants down just enough to pull his length out, your soft palm massaging the precum out of his cock. You released your grip on the balcony railing, moving it to rest on his shoulder, pulling him close to you. His hands were stationed on your waist, his sight focused on the dirty image of his cock diving into you. Your moans synchronized when he was entirely inside you, allowing you to feel every vein and twitch of his cock, a luxury you weren’t awarded earlier in the night when he roughly pounded into you in a stranger’s bedroom.

This was different, something you hadn’t experienced with him. It was full of love. Every touch, kiss, and heavy breath showed you there was more to Billy than you thought.

These thoughts faded when you felt yourself on the brink of orgasm again. Billy’s sloppy thrusts and tight grip on you showed you he was close too but insisted on holding off until you came first. Relief wasn’t far, though, as you came almost instantly when his cock touched your g-spot perfectly, causing every hair on your body to stand up and warmth to wash over you like warm water. He finished soon after you, his hips slightly stuttering before fully pushing himself in you, tight ropes of cum filling your belly.

As your breathing regulated, you looked up at him, your chests becoming in sync. His eyes, once filled with the intensity of passion, now held a new warmth, a tenderness that wasn’t there mere minutes ago. The streets were hushed, the echoes of your shared ecstasy slowly dissipating.

You traced a finger along his jawline, marveling at the subtle changes in his expression. The rugged exterior he often wore was gone. Instead, it was as if the layers of his past were shed, revealing a man desperate for connection.

“I never expected this,” he whispered, his voice laced with awe. “To feel this connected to another person again.”

You smiled, your heart brimming with affection. You couldn’t find any words that would describe your love, but you figured you would have time to show him.

As you sat there, bodies still intertwined, you knew that this moment was the beginning of a new chapter. You nestled closer to Billy, your bodies finding comfort in each other’s embrace. In the serenity of that shared embrace, you knew that whatever lay ahead, you would be doing together.

buy me a ko-fi?

#ben barnes smut #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes headcannon #billy russo #billy russo smut #billy russo x reader #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x female reader #billy russo imagine #ben barnes fluff #ben barnes #ben barnes fic #ben barnes fanfiction

429 notes · View notes

captain-fantasy · 11 months

Note

Is there any way we could support you outside of tumblr? I would love to show some more support, do you maybe have a buy me a coffee account or smth? Anyways I love your writing, keep up the good work! <3

this is literally the sweetest thing i've ever read. for any of you to care enough to want to support me means the world ilysm.

I have a link in my bio but there's also one attached to each of my posts now.

also, i've never used it before so idk if it's working correctly if not lmk please ily

buy me a ko-fi?

1 note · View note

captain-fantasy · 11 months

Note

cillian murphy! peaky blinders setting x reader.

could you do a fic where Thomas Shelby and the reader meet at a pub after Grace dies (cuz thomas is high key sad and wants to drink) and some heavy smut happens between both of them.

-🦆anon

Unveiled Hearts - Thomas Shelby x f!reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, alcohol, smut

Grace's death had shaken Thomas Shelby unlike anything had before. He lost his beloved wife, the mother of his child, and the only person he felt would ever truly understand him.

Thomas had retreated into himself, shutting out the world and drowning himself in whatever alcohol would provide momentary comfort. His family had tried to console him, but nothing seemed to make a difference. Instead, he was consumed by his grief, anger, and regret.

One late night, as Thomas sat alone in his study, he heard a knock at the door. He didn't bother getting up to answer it, barely moving his eyes to look at it. He knew it was probably just one of his brothers or Aunt Polly, but when the door opened, and you walked in, he felt something profound within his heart begin to light, something he hadn't felt since he was with Grace.

You were one of the few people he trusted, a confidante who had always been there for him no matter what, even when you were kids. But you took one look at him and knew that something was wrong. His eyes were sunken and heavy, his hair was disheveled, and his clothes were in front of you. The stoic man you once knew was fading right in front of you.

"Tommy," you said softly, closing the door behind you. "What's happened?"

Thomas didn't answer, staring at the floor as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. You walked over and sat beside him, placing a hand on his arm.

"Talk to me, Tommy," you said. "Let me help you."

Thomas looked up at you, the gorgeous blue eyes you loved now filled with pain, his voice full of desperation. "I don't know what to do," he whispered. "I don't know how to live without her."

You didn't try to offer false comforts; you knew that wouldn't be helpful. So instead, you just sat there with him, holding him close and letting him cry.

You sat there with Thomas for hours, listening to him talk about Grace. He spoke of their love, their plans for the future, and their shared dreams. As the night wore on, Thomas' tears began to dry up, and he fell into a deep sleep. You stayed with him, watching over him as he slept and promising to be there for him no matter what.

You watched him until you saw the sun begin to rise, not even noticing how much time had passed since you saw him fall asleep. Then, finally, he began to stir, brows furrowing as small whines escaped his lips. You quickly got up, placing your hand on his shoulder to gently shake him awake and bring him out of his nightmare.

Thomas slowly opened his eyes, confused and disoriented. When he realized where he was, he sat abruptly, looking around the room.

"You stayed with me all night?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

You nodded, smiling softly at him. "I wasn't going to leave you alone, Tommy."

Thomas looked at you for a long moment, his eyes less bloodshot and tired, now filled with gratitude and admiration. "Thank you," he said finally.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Of course, Tommy. You needed a friend."

Your own words stung you a little. You always loved Thomas, but you knew it was wise to just stay friends. Clearly, his way of life was far too dangerous for him to let anyone else in. What happened to Grace just made that even more evident.

As one of the only people he trusted enough to let you see him like this, you knew it must have taken a lot from him to let his guard down, allowing you to see him at his worst. But then, when he stood up, you saw the effects of his work on his body. His arms and torso were littered with scars and healing cuts, and blue, black, and purple bruises mottled across his chest, almost covering his tattoo.

Your mind came back down when he finally stood up, the hardwood floor creaking underneath him. Your eyes followed him as he dressed, watching as he carefully picked everything out, as if putting on a costume that would present himself to the world, covering up the wounds he tried so hard to hide.

It was a while before either of you spoke.

"Listen, I know it's early, but would you like to come back here for dinner tonight? I want to thank you properly for being here for me."

You smiled, looking down for a moment before you nodded, "I'd love to, Tommy. I'll see you tonight."

As you left Thomas's house, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. You knew it was wrong to hold on to these feelings so soon after his wife died, but you also knew that it would be good for Thomas to get out of his hole and start moving on.

You returned to his house adorably prompt, deciding whether to knock or just walk in. You have been to his house countless times, and you were basically considered family, but because of this event, you were unsure if you should–

"How long were you standing there?" Thomas asked, pulling the door open.

"Not too long."

Even though you'd been there before, the atmosphere had undoubtedly changed. Candles were lit, and the room smelled like the dish Tommy had spent all day trying to make. He was never a good cook, but the sentiment was there.

You could tell that he had put a lot of effort into making this dinner special, and it was clear that he wanted to show his appreciation for everything you had done for him.

As you sat down at the table, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness. You knew that Thomas was still grieving, and you didn't want to do anything to make him feel uncomfortable. But as the night went on, the conversation flowed easily between you. You talked about everything and anything, from the secrets of your past to the hopes of the future. You were one of the only people he allowed to know his past.

When you finished your meal and started to clear the table, Thomas reached out and took your hand.

"I have to tell you something," he said softly, his eyes locked onto yours.

You felt your heart racing as you waited for him to continue speaking.

"I know this might not be the right time, and I know that people will talk shit about us, but I can't keep it inside anymore," he started. He had a lot to drink during your dinner, and you heard his words slur when he walked closer to you. The smell of whiskey on his breath burned your nose.

"You're drunk, Tommy. We shouldn't–"

"Stop, just stop," he spoke, wrapping his hand around your wrist, pulling you closer, forcing you to listen to him.

"You've been the only constant in my life since we were kids, y/n. I was an idiot to not see it before." His hand moved from your wrist to wrap around your waist. "All I've been thinking about for weeks was you."

Your eyes never left him. You were looking for any sign of a lie, but he was serious as far as you could tell.

"I've felt so guilty, but I can't be without you anymore." he finished, waiting for you to respond.

You felt the wetness between your legs growing, and you pressed your legs together to try and relieve the ache that had been there since you walked into the house.

"Kiss me, Tommy."

He didn't wait any longer, pulling you close for a deep kiss. The way his body pressed against you took all the air from your lungs, and for the first time in months, he could forget and lose himself in your touch. You moaned into his mouth, tasting the liquor he was drinking just a few moments ago. His hands traveled down your body, resting underneath the curve of your ass, grabbing a handful as he pressed you against the table.

This kiss turned more aggressive before he turned you around and bent you over the table, reaching over to push the dishes he'd been working on all day off of the table. He pulled your bottoms down in seconds, looking at your dripping folds in the candlelight.

"Already this wet?" he teased, "I've barely touched you."

His voice was low in a way you hadn't heard before. His index finger gathered some of the wetness that hat started to drip down your legs, sliding effortlessly through your folds and making you desperate for more of him.

"Please, Tommy, please." You've never sounded so pathetic.

"Easy, sweetheart, I'll give you what you want." His voice got breathier. When you looked behind you, you saw that he had taken his aching cock out of his pants, giving it a few tugs, and lining against your entrance. You whined in anticipation, arching your back and pushing your ass out to touch him.

With one quick push, his entire length was inside of you. The air left your body again, and you relished the breathy moans you heard from Tommy's lips.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, and you were sure that you'd be sore for days when you were done. Tommy pounded into you, almost entirely dragging his entire length out before slamming into you again, the feeling almost too much for you to handle as you felt your orgasm approaching.

This was not making love; it was purely physical. You knew that, and yet, you couldn't help yourself from imagining what it would be like to wake up with Thomas in the morning with his arms around you, hands traveling across his chest as you stared into his eyes while you made slow, passionate love. Not caring about what was happening outside your bedroom.

In another life, you suppose.

You were brought out of your daydream when your orgasm hit you. Your vision turned white, and the fire in your stomach spread throughout your entire body. Tommy finished right after you, the feeling of fucking you through your orgasm too much for him to continue.

As his hips stilled, your heavy breathing became the only thing he heard. Tommy gently turned you around to face him, and for the first time, you found it difficult to look him in the eyes. His hand moved under your chin, carefully cradling your face to have you look at him.

A soft warmth spread through your body as his fingers brushed against your skin. You finally met his intense gaze, and within those piercing eyes, you saw a vulnerability you had never witnessed before. The smell of sex and the weight of unspoken words were heavy between you.

Tommy broke the silence with a trembling voice, "I've been fighting it, but I can't hide it any longer. I love you. I have since we were kids and every day since that."

His confession left you breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. Emotions swirled within you, a mixture of joy and fear. You had longed to hear him say those words, but now that they were out, a world of uncertainties lay before you.

Tommy continued, his voice filled with sincerity, "I understand if you don't feel the same or if this complicates our relationship, but I couldn't bear another day without telling you the truth. If you have me, I want to be by your side. I'd do anything for you. "

Gathering your courage, you touched his cheek, your thumb drawing tiny circles on his soft skin.

"I love you, Tommy. With everything I have, I'm completely and hopelessly in love with you."

As the weight of unspoken feelings was finally lifted, you found solace in his embrace. The world around you faded away at that moment, leaving only the two of you.

buy me a ko-fi?

#oh well im back #thomas shelby #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby angst #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x oc #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x imagine #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian smut #cillian murphy #cillian x reader #cillian x fem!reader

614 notes · View notes

captain-fantasy · 2 years

Text

Let me take care of you - Billy Russo x reader

Word count: 870

Warnings: smut, fingering, the whole thing

The rain pattered against the window of your bedroom, tiny droplets racing each other as they dragged along the glass pane. You felt warm, comfortable in the blanket that wrapped around you and Billy as you laid together on the couch, watching some movie he’d turned on for the night. It was a rare sight to behold, Billy not fidgeting or tapping his foot or even playing with his fingers as he sat with you. His restlessness and anxiety were something you had gotten used to in the time you spent with him, though you always longed for the moment he could fully relax and not worry about anything.

Billy’s body relaxed against yours, his breath tickling the back of your neck, and you slightly squirmed in his hold as his grip on you tightened. His intentions, at that moment, were completely pure. That was until his hands began wandering below your waistline, warm fingers traveled underneath your sweatpants, causing the hair on your legs to stand up.

“Easy,” you murmured, subconsciously moving your body to allow him better access.

He chuckled and nestled his face further into the crook of your neck, “It doesn’t seem like you really want me to stop, darlin’.”

You sighed and sank father back into him, resting your head on your shoulder as you allowed his hand to travel the curves of your body. His hand moved to tease you, rubbing your clit through your panties, feeling the wetness seep through the fabric as you tried to press your legs together. Billy kept your legs pried apart with his other hand, attacking your neck with a trail of messy kisses.

“Billy-” you whined.

“Shh,” he started, “Just relax sweetheart. Let me take care of you,”

You felt a knot start to unravel in the pit of your stomach, traveling through your body, creating a dull pain in the lower half of your body. Your chest felt heavy with breaths, sweat beading in small drops, falling in the valleys of your body. You felt your muscles tense as you came, Billy’s fingers scooping up some of your release and bringing it to his mouth, groaning as he tasted how desperate you were for him.

He used his hands to bring you closer to him, carefully positioning you so that you straddled his lap. His breaths were coming out faster, hot on your face and they smelled of the whiskey he had at dinner with a trace of cigarette smoke. Your hips desperately chased for some sort of friction, dragging mindlessly along Billy’s, feeling his bulge grow with every movement you made.

“Billy-” you whined.

“What do you want, sweetheart? C’mon, you gotta tell me,” he smirked.

You sighed and brought your hands up his chest, bunching up the material of his shirt between your fists, “Please, Bill, I just need you in me.”

He smiled, running his hand up your side, tucking some of the hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear, “See, honey? All you had to do was ask.”

Achingly slow, he brought your shirt above your head, using his other hand to keep you stable on his lap. He pushed his sweatpants down his legs, pulling his already hard cock out of his boxers, the tip already an angry red and leaking. You pulled your underwear off of your legs, positioning yourself above him, guiding him into your entrance. Both of you let out a breathy sigh as you sank down, adjusting to his size, which was something you found yourself having to do every time even though you’d been together for years.

You felt full. That was something you noticed, too. Every time you had Billy, you felt like had found a missing part of yourself. It wasn’t that you couldn’t be independent, but you just loved the way he made you feel.

It wouldn’t be much longer now, you felt the nerves in your body begin to shoot through you, resting in the pit of your stomach like a balloon about to pop. you heard yourself whining louder as Billy went on, your cunt squeezing around him, signaling that you were about ready to fall over the edge. Billy groaned as he felt you cum over his, grabbing your hips tighter, and fucking into you deeper than before. Once it felt like he had reached the tip of your cervix, you felt him let go. Long, hot, ropes of his release shooting through you.

Your breathing slowed as you both came down, bodies hot and covered in a thin layer of sweat, your hair sticking to your arms as you tried to pull your shirt over you again. Billy’s eyes never left your body, they studied your face after every movement, like he was waiting for your expressions and what you were going to say.

“What?” you said.

“Nothin’” he smiled.

His hands traveled up the curves of your body again, this time with more love and affection, his thumbs drawing little circles around the middle of your ribs. You turned around, not bothering to put your pants back on, falling into Billy’s gentle hold and watching the credits begin to roll on the TV.

buy me a ko-fi?

#billy russo x you #ben barnes smut #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes headcannon #billy russo smut #billy russo x female reader #billy russo #billy russo x reader #fanfiction writing #ben barnes #ben barnes fluff #bin bons

192 notes · View notes

captain-fantasy · 2 years

Text

I missed you - Chris Evans x reader

Warnings: oral, smut, unprotected sex

Author’s note: I’m sorry for disappearing for a bit. I’ve been swamped with final projects and I just got a job so

Word count: 812

The air was comfortably warm and felt pleasant on your skin. You were leaning against Chris as you lay on the couch watching a movie together. He’d finally come back after being away for a couple of months filming a new movie, and you were eager to see him again. Of course, you knew that being with him meant that he would need to leave for extended periods of time every so often, and you never held it against him, but you loved nothing more than having these quiet moments alone with each other.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, almost placing you in his lap. His head rested in the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your warm scent that he missed while he was gone. You sighed happily, relaxing your muscles into his body while you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to indulge in the fact that he was all yours for a moment.

Chris’ grip on you tightened, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses in the valley of your neck. A small, muffled groan left his mouth as he nipped the soft skin, soothing the bites with his tongue. You whined and squirmed in his hold, trying to turn around to face him. He allowed a small amount of movement, just enough that you were able to straddle him, your legs on either side resting on the couch, your arms stabilizing yourself on his shoulders.

“I missed you,” he said, his hands resting on your waist.

“Yeah?” you smiled, “How much did you miss me?”

“So much that I touched myself thinking of you every night,” he smirked, running his hands up the back of your shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever his hands went, making your body feel as though it were on fire.

“Did you touch yourself?” he asked.

Your face felt hot, your throat incapable of saying anything at that moment, so you nodded.

“Did you?” he teased, “What did you think about when you were touching yourself?”

“I thought about the night before you left,” you breathed, “When I was on top of you, and you fucked me so hard you left bruises,” you finished, smiling.

He chuckled into your skin, moving his hands to bring your shirt over your head, staring at your bare chest in front of him. His hands moved to cup your breasts, running his thumbs over the now stiff nipples. He leaned forward and took one of your tits in his mouth, continuing to play with the other one in his hand before he switched off.

“What did you think about?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair.

He smiled as he removed his mouth from you, looking up into your needy gaze, “I thought about having you on top of me, too. You feel so tight, and wet, and hot. You always make me feel so good,” he drew out the last two words, wrapping his arms around you to position you on your back against the couch. You quickly shuffled out of your sweatpants, watching him kneel in front of you as he pulled your thighs apart. He kissed the skin on your inner thigh, leaving another trail of hickies as he inched closer to the one place you wanted him.

“Please, Chris,” you begged. The amount of control he had for being away for so long astounded you.

You whined and arched yourself closer to him, using one of your hands to pull his mouth closer to you. He smiled against your skin, inching closer to your dripping pussy. Your head fell back on the couch as he licked a stripe on your cunt, curling two of his large fingers inside you while his tongue played with your clit.

Your breathing was short and left your mouth in quick bursts, struggling to keep the air in your lungs as he took what he was missing for so long. Because you had spent so much time without him, it wasn’t long until you felt the familiar bundle of nerves traveling through your body, joining at the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck,” you whined, “Please, I’m so close.”

Chris opened his eyes, the blue turning darker in color as his movement got more insistent, more needy, like he was trying to devour you.

Your eyes squeezed shut, your thighs squeezing Chris’ head as you came. As your breathing got calmer, Chris carefully pried your legs open and took them off of his shoulders, straightening his back to face you. He gently pulled your face closer to him, meeting your lips with his. You could taste some of yourself still on him, stuck on his beard. It tasted too bitter to you, but the way Chris lapped on you like a man starved, he had to love it.

“My turn,” he whispered.

#chris evans imagine #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans characters #chris evans #steve x reader #steve rodgers x reader

759 notes · View notes

captain-fantasy · 2 years

Text

Apathy - Matt Murdock x reader

Warnings: mentions of a wound, blood, angst, not a happy ending so prepare yourself now

Word Count: 1.1k words

It seemed like the rain poured harder when you were outside. Your clothes were soaked and felt heavy on your body, weighed down by the water and the stress of your day. You wondered if the universe had some sort of bet against you because the way your day went appeared as if the devil himself planned it. Your apartment building came into view, evicting an audible sigh of relief as you came closer. When you entered it and closed the door behind you, you shook like a dog, working quickly to take off all of your cold, sopping wet clothes in exchange for the fresh ones in your dresser.

Most of the lights were off in your apartment, the curtains only letting in soft beams of moonlight from one of the windows you forgot to close. The dark used to scare you as a kid, but now you found yourself warmly accepting it. With a sigh you switched on some of the overhead lights, creating more of a warm atmosphere in your living room. You crossed the room to the kitchen, pulling out a leftover to-go box from the fridge. Normally you would’ve loved to make an extravagant dinner to help you put everything from the past week out of your mind, but lately, you were finding yourself feeling apathetic to everything.

You sunk into your couch, swinging a soft blanket over your legs to try and bring you the warmth that you craved. Sometimes after a hard day at work, you would come home and find Matt sitting on your couch, flipping through cases with a hand on your thigh while you watched TV. You pushed that thought out of your head, thinking about Matt wouldn’t do any good, especially since you hadn’t seen him in a few weeks after he told you that he needed to leave. He didn’t offer you much of an explanation, causing you to rack your brain to try and find reasons why he needed to leave. You were one of the only people who knew about his alter-ego, and you knew how much he cared about helping other people. But you just couldn’t help but feel pissed off at him leaving the one person that needed him the most.

Wind blew the linen curtains at your window open, letting in some fresh air that you desperately needed. You breathed in the air until your lungs felt like they were burning, slowly expelling the air through your nose like it would give you some kind of cleanse.

The mind-numbing reality show you put on didn’t do much to take your mind off your week, but the knock at the door seemed to knock you ou of your trance. You shuffled to the door, taking a moment to look through the peep hole to see who it was. Your heart stopped beating when you saw Matt standing in front of your door, dressed in a tight black shirt and pants with something that looked like blood pooling around the cut on his side. You couldn’t stop the feelings that poured out of you. First you were angry, you hadn’t seen him in so long and now he was showing up at your door because he was hurt? But the overwhelming feeling that consumed you was the feeling of relief. You were glad that he was alive, and you were glad that he’d come to you over anyone else. Soon the feeling of just missing him ate you until that was the only thing your felt, expelling all thoughts of being angry at him.

“What are you doing here?” you finally spoke, breaking the uneasy silence between you. A few weeks before you would’ve allowed the silence, feeling rewarded in the fact that you two were comfortable enough with each other to sit in that silence. But now, the silence did nothing but deafen your ears.

“I’m not sure,” he said, “I wanted to see you and I thought that this might’ve been a good excuse,” he gestured to his wound. You knew he was perfectly capable of patching himself up, but he probably thought that he could come up to you like a wounded puppy with sad eyes and beg you to take him back.

He was right about that. All you needed was to see him.

You wanted so much to push him away the same way he did to you. You wanted to close the door on him, tell him to leave, tell him you didn’t want to see him anymore. None of that was true. You stepped aside, giving him space to walk into your apartment. He limped as he walked to the couch, placing an arm carefully on the cushion as he sat down. You kneeled beside him, watching his brown, unfocused eyes dart around the room. You knew he had to know where you were standing, but his eyes never came anywhere close to you.

“You wanna tell me what happened? Or are you gonna leave me without an explanation again?” your tone was flat and angry. As much as you missed him, you couldn’t forgive him for hurting you that quickly.

He let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling like it had the most extravagant painting on it, “It’s nothing you haven’t seen already.”

You rolled your eyes and shuffled to the cupboard under your sink, pulling out the first aid kit you bought specifically to patch up Matt’s wounds, bringing it back to his spot on the couch.

“I just wanna know why, Matt.”

He sighed again and relaxed his body, allowing you to pull his shirt up to tend to his wound.

“I should’ve known it was just a matter of time,” you said, “You push everyone away, I just hoped we would be different.”

Matt smelled the salt from the tears springing out of your eyes, and even then he couldn’t find the right words he wanted to use to tell you that you were different, but he didn’t know how to deal with that.

“I loved you,” you continued. Matt shrunk at the use of past-tense in your words, the idea that it wasn’t continuing pained him, even though he knew he didn’t deserve your love, he never did, “I did love you, you know. I think I even still do. I hate myself for it. But I don’t know how to stop.”

Matt finally looked at you, his adam apple bobbing in his throat as he tried to fish out words he could use, “I’m sorry,” he said, “I know I can’t excuse it, and nothing I say could make this better, but I’m sorry.”

As you finished cleaning and covering his wound, you placed his shirt back down on his body. His hands caught yours before you could pull them away, almost pleading with you to stay there.

“You can stay here for the night if you want, but in the morning I want you gone.”

buy me a ko-fi?

#matt murdock x you #matt murdock headcanon #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #charlie cox #netflix daredevil #daredevil imagine #daredevil fanfiction #marvel daredevil

29 notes · View notes

captain-fantasy · 2 years

Text

Mine - Billy Russo x reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, semi-public sex, fingering, oral, choking, praising

Word count: 2.5k

The night started innocently enough.

The air was hot and sticky on your skin, the condensation that was seeping through the glass you were holding not doing much to cool you down. Crowds of people stood in various spots of the large living room you were standing in. It belonged to someone you worked with, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about who. Billy was standing next to a group of men dressed in expensive suits, talking about everything from work to their wives to their girlfriends that their wives didn’t know about. Your eyes casually kept glancing at Billy, taking in his tall, relaxed stature and how bored he looked in that conversation. For a second you thought you caught him looking at you too, but you just decided that it had to be a coincidence.

You hadn’t seen Billy in a few weeks, and you weren’t sure if that was accidental or not. Yeah, you were busy, but you knew you had made a lot of excuses to not meet up with him. It wasn’t that you stopped liking him, it was just the fact that your status with him was extremely ambiguous. A couple of casual hook-ups in the middle of the night here and there was about what you guessed the extent of your relationship with Billy would look like, nothing too serious. He was very clear in his desire for a relationship, in that he didn’t want one. You pushed your feelings down as much as you could, but sometimes after he left your apartment in the late hours of the night your heart was left feeling heavy and dull, contrasting the vitality you felt when you two were alone, bodies locked in perfect synchrony, almost like you were made for him.

The night was still young, and the work party you were at had found its peak. Sounds of casual conversation bounced off of the walls creating a comfortable atmosphere you enjoyed. The woman you were talking to looked behind you, staring at someone who caught her attention.

“What?” you whispered, turning your head around to look.

You saw a man entering the apartment, wearing dark red sunglasses and holding a cane in one of his hands. He shook the hand of the host, grabbing a drink from the bar and sipping it. Who invited him, you had no idea, but you heard mentions of him from a lot of people over the past year. Some of them were nicer than others, but you were under the impression that he was generally a nice guy. He went around greeting every cluster of guests, falling into an easy, short conversation before moving on to the next one. When he got to you he greeted you with a hand on your lower back, stepping next to you to introduce himself.

“Hello,” he started, voice low and calm, “My name is Matt Murdock.”

The woman you were talking to introduced herself, failing to hide her giddy school-girl voice.

“And you are?” he asked, looking at you.

You gave him your name and studied his character. He told you that he was a lawyer, but something about him gave you the impression that he wasn’t giving you the full truth. Faint scars littered his face and you could see what looked like a mottled outline of a bruise from the skin peeking through his suit. You dismissed your thoughts. Who were you to judge? Maybe he just liked it a little rough.

He was nice, probably too nice, and you were preparing yourself for something to happen. It was obvious to anyone who was listening to your conversation that he was flirting with you. The persistent touching of your arm and face were more than friendly, as were all of his tongue-in-cheek jokes he told you to try and get you to laugh. The woman you were talking to had since disappeared when she realized she wasn’t getting anywhere with him, taking a seat at the bar to try and speed up some conversation. What you didn’t notice was Billy staring at you the entire time you were talking to Matt, black eyes burning holes into both of you as you conversed with him.

“What do you say we get out of here?” Matt whispered into your ear, placing his hand on your chin to look at him.

Your face became hot and you struggled to look at him. You opened your mouth to say anything but nothing came out. Matt smiled at your assumed shyness, unaware of your unofficial relationship.

“I-I can’t I have a boyfriend,” you stumbled. You’d never called him that before. You’d never really told anyone about him before. But it felt right to call him that, even though you weren’t sure he’d award you the same luxury of calling you his girlfriend.

Matt smiled and looked down nodding his head. He removed his hand from your chin, running it down to the curve of your waist.

“Shame. I was too late,” he said, extending his cane again, “Have a great rest of your night then. See you around.”

You watched as he walked to the next group of people, flashing the same charm he did with you, easily finding a new conversation. Your face flushed as you were stuck in your thoughts, wondering how Billy would’ve acted had a woman asked to go home with him. You didn’t have much time to wonder about it, Billy coming up behind you and grabbing your arm, pulling you to an empty bedroom.

“What do you think you were doing?” Billy snarled, slamming the door behind him.

“I wasn’t- I didn’t do anything,” you gasped, watching Billy place his hands on the door on either side of your face.

“Bullshit. You were flirting with that blind guy.”

“His name is Matt-,”

“I don’t give a shit what his name is. You’re mine, and if you think that flirting with a random guy will get you anything you’re dead wrong about that, sweetheart.”

“I wasn’t doing anything,” you countered, “Besides what does it matter? It’s not like we’re together anyway.”

Billy’s eyes turned black when you finished your sentence, pressing you against the wall, “That doesn’t mean you get to spread your legs for any guys that want you.”

Heat rose to your cheeks at his accusation, “You don’t know shit,” you spat, “I told him no. I told him that-”

Billy looked at you impatiently, waiting for you to finish your sentence, “You told him what?”

“I told him I had a boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend? Am I your boyfriend now?”

“I just said that to get him to stop. I know how you feel about-”

“No, by all means, keep going,” he teased, “Tell everyone that I’m your boyfriend.”

You couldn’t understand what he meant by that. Was he upset that you said that? Did he want to be your boyfriend? Did he want you to be his girlfriend?

“But me being your boyfriend means that I’m the only one that gets to touch you, sweetheart,” he whispered, placing his hand on your throat to pin you to the wall.

All of the air left your body when Billy touched you, ravaging the skin on your neck with dark purple marks, leaving a trail of messy kisses down your chest. He pulled your dress up your legs, gathering the fabric at your waist to give himself space. Billy kneeled, kissing a trail on your legs to the apex of your thighs. Your hands were shaking as they ran through his hair, trying to pull him to where you needed his mouth most. He threw your hands off of him, pinning them against the wall with one hand, using the free one to play with your clit through your underwear.

His words hadn’t even registered through you yet, the fact that he called you his hadn’t reached your brain. All you could think of was his movement, the way that he kissed and bit at your skin, soothing the red marks with his tongue when he went too hard. Short, high-pitched whines left your throat unapologetically, with no preoccupations about who could hear you clouding your mind. He kissed the wet spot you’d created in your underwear, softly groaning to himself when he tasted you.

“Fuck,” he cursed, threading his fingers through your underwear band, pulling it down your legs achingly slow.

“Please, Billy, please I need you, please,” you begged, egging him on. You knew he wanted to hear you plead for him, and the only way you were gonna get what you wanted was to play his game.

“What do you need, darlin’? Come on tell me. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me,” he teased.

“I need you to fuck me, Bill, please, I need you,” you said. You’ve never sounded more pathetic.

He smirked against your skin, connecting his lips to your clit. Your head fell back against the wall, your mouth held open to let out a symphony of moans and whimpers of curses and Billy’s name. He licked a stripe through your slit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm. Billy used two fingers to press against your entrance, making your back arch and grind against him. He slid them in further, curling them inside your wet heat, almost making you uncomfortable at how oversensitive you were.

“There’s my girl. Good job, darlin’ keep going. My pretty little girlfriend, aren’t you? All mine.”

You felt a bundle of nerves sliding through your body, creating a ball of heat that shot through your veins, making you feel like you were on fire. Just as you felt your release begin to leak out of you, Billy took his mouth off of you, taking his fingers out of your sopping cunt, making you whimper at the loss of contact.

He stood up again, staring at you as he put his fingers in his mouth. He moaned at the taste, closing his eyes to savor as much as he could. You stood wide-eyed in front of him, waiting for his next move. He took his fingers out and held them in front of him, moving his hand to your chin to test you. You opened your mouth and allowed him to place his fingers on your tongue, swirling it around his fingers as you tasted the faint residue of your cum and Billy’s spit. He pulled his hand out of your mouth, bringing it down to wrap it around your throat. Billy flexed his fingers, forcing out a tiny squeak that had escaped from deep in your throat. He grabbed your hips, swinging you around so you were near the bed. Billy placed a hand behind your head and laid you down, using his other hand to spread your legs and move your body exactly how he wanted.

Your eyes were glued to Billy as he positioned himself over you, bracing his weight on his hands that were placed on the bed next to your body. Short, hot breaths left you at a quick rate, trying to get air back to your lungs that had felt empty since you entered the room.

“Please, Bill,” you whispered.

He smirked, kneeling on the bed to pull his dress pants down his hips, palming his already hard cock through his boxers. You sat up, freeing his painfully stiff length, accepting the tip into your mouth. The sounds he made when he felt your mouth on him were almost pornographic, and it brought you back to the room you were in. Having sex in a stranger’s room should’ve worried you, but the thought that anyone could hear or walk in at any time made you impossibly wetter. He took himself out of your mouth, letting you lay back down so he could stabilize himself over you.

He guided his hips over yours, placing his tip on the top of your clit, giving it a few light slaps. You whined as he pushed further in, a small feeling of accomplishment flooding to your head when you heard his grunts as he fully pressed into you. Even if your relationship with him didn’t move into anything further, you enjoyed the fact that you were the only one that could make him sound like that.

The same synchrony you felt appeared as he fucked you there, his cock repeatedly almost fully leaving you before slamming into your cunt again. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, messy hair brushing against your shoulder. Your hands clawed at his back, desperately trying to ground yourself as you almost lost yourself in his touch. His cock pulsed deep inside you, giving you a warning that he was close.

Your head pushed back into the pillow as your back arched against the bed, the tiny bundle of nerves traveling through your body at light speed.

“Fuck, Billy, I’m close,” you whined.

“Cum for me sweetheart, I wanna feel you fall apart on my cock, c’mon,” he grunted, using one of his hands to rub vigorously on your clit, bringing you closer to your end.

Your vision became dark as you felt your release pour out of you, feeling his cock twitch inside of you while thick, hot ropes of his cum shot through you. He pulled back for a moment admiring his work, looking at the fresh, dark purple marks all over your body, the bite marks on your shoulder, your mixed cum spilling onto your thighs. His black eyes stared at you as you continued to slowly catch your breath, using his hands to comb through his hair, trying to bring it back to a somewhat acceptable state.

“I don’t like other guys talkin’ to you,” he said, breaking the silence between you, “It drives me crazy knowing the other men look at you the same way I do.”

“Matt can’t see,” you joked, regretting it immediately afterward when you saw Billy’s look. He was in no position to be teased.

“I don’t know why I got so upset when I saw you with him. I didn’t realize how much I liked you until now. You’re the only person that’s made me feel this way,” he finished, looking at you.

You studied his eyes, watching the way they darted across your face to look for any expression he could understand. A smile ran across your face as you reached your hand out to pull him closer to you, pressing his lips onto yours.

“Are you saying you’ve fallen for me, Russo?” you asked, humor in your voice.

He smiled against your lips, going back in for a more insistent kiss, “Maybe I have.”

You pulled away and fished for your clothes that laid in a pile next to the bed, quickly pulling them on and checking to make sure you looked alright before stepping out. There were a few odd looks from people who were near the room, but for the most part, nobody had noticed your little rendezvous with Billy in the guest room. You saw Matt standing at the far corner, he looked straight in your direction but turned away when you looked back at him. His face was stiff and emotionless, almost like he heard everything from you and Billy. You tried to dismiss the thought, there was no way he knew it was you.

Right?

buy me a ko-fi?

#billy russo smut #ben barnes smut #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes headcannon #billy russo #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x reader #fanfiction writing #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x you

1K notes · View notes

captain-fantasy · 2 years

Text

Masterlist

* indicates smut

Ben Barnes:

Long Day* - Billy Russo x reader

You would be so lucky* - Billy Russo x reader

Mine* - Billy Russo x reader

Let me take care of you* - Billy Russo x reader

Charlie Cox:

I could smell you* - Matt Murdock x reader

I’m not done with you* - Matt Murdock x reader

Apathy - Matt Murdock x reader

Chris Evans:

I missed you* - Chris Evans x reader

Cillian Murphy:

Unveiled Hearts* - Thomas Shelby x reader

Elden Henson:

It’s like watching teenagers* - Foggy Nelson x reader

James McAvoy:

I don’t even know your name* James McAvoy x reader

Robert Sheehan:

You need to be quiet* Klaus Hargreeves x reader

Tom Hiddleston:

I’m yours* Tom Hiddleston x reader

buy me a ko-fi?

161 notes · View notes

captain-fantasy · 2 years

Note

Hello, hope you’re doing well!! Could you write a Matt Murdock smut where he’s chasing the reader? Or maybe reader is also a vigilante? Whatever you prefer would be perfect. Thank you in advance :)

I'm not done with you - matt murdock x reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: unprotected sex, smut, sex in an alley, mentions of a robbery, mention of a gun

Author's note: I love how whenever someone sends in a request they're always like "hi! how are you? I love you, you're amazing btw can you write porn about this character? thank you!!!" it's my favorite part of writing.

***

All you wanted to do was help the city you lived in. That’s it. To make sure that the people of New York were safe, that’s what you felt your purpose was. You didn’t have a fancy suit or insane superpowers like the Avengers, but you were smart and you knew that you could handle yourself.

The streets of New York are infamously risky at night, you knew that, and you stuck to your neighborhood to help as much as you could. Your talents were dedicated to North Manhattan as a fellow vigilante was tied to Hell’s Kitchen. You’d heard about him on the news, and since you were always scared of getting caught yourself, you were glad that most of the attention was stuck on him.

Your stolen police scanner alerted you of a nearby robbery taking place at a bank. It helped you find trouble you could help with, though sometimes you would just walk around and wait for something to happen. When you were walking down an alley for a shortcut you heard a loud noise coming from the other side, smoke rising from the inside of the building, and groups of people running out from any exit they could.

You hid in the shadows watching for anyone suspicious to come out. A group of men dressed in all black with masks covering their faces ran out, holding what looked like full duffle bags in one hand and handguns in the other. You stood still for a moment, calculating, deciding which approach would be the best to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt and wouldn’t hurt more people than you needed to. A gun sat strapped to your hip, far enough that it wouldn’t get in the way but just close enough that you would be easily able to grab it.

You pulled it out, not quite pointing it at anything yet. You crossed the street, making sure that the group of robbers never left your sight. The police started to come into view and their sirens wailed as they drew closer to the bank, but you knew that they would never catch them in time.

You ran after the group, following their footprints and realizing that they were headed to an abandoned warehouse a few blocks away. Once you arrived you saw one of them pull out a phone and talk to someone. Amateur, you thought. Who would call someone right after robbing a bank? The police could easily track that.

You pulled your gun out, focusing it on one of the guys’ chests. Your finger moved from the barrel to the trigger, nothing more than a feather’s touch pushing it. A deep breath escaped your mouth, calming your mind and making sure all your attention was on the men in front of you.

A hand covered your mouth while another was splayed across your chest to pull you against the owner. Your surprised noise was muffled as you pointed your gun down, using one of your hands to elbow the person that was holding you.

“Easy, sweetheart,” the voice said.

Your eyes widened. Who was holding you? And why did he feel comfortable enough to call you sweetheart? His grip on you loosened and he allowed you to turn around to face him. Your gaze met a man also covered in all black. The muscles in your body tightened as you realized he must have been with the group of guys 100 feet away from where you stood and probably saw you following them.

“I’m not with them,” he said, almost like he could read your thoughts.

“Then who are you?” you said.

“A friend.”

“A friend?”

“If you don’t try to elbow me again, then yeah, I’ll be your friend.”

“You’re the one who-”

“We’ll have time for that later. Put your gun down, we can’t kill them.”

“I wasn’t planning to kill them. Just hurt one of them enough that they’d leave.”

He scoffed and peered over the wall you were crouching behind, “Yeah, maybe we should try another approach.”

“Like what?”

“Follow me.”

You did as he said and followed him as he crawled along the wall, being careful to not be seen by anyone. A creak in the floor caused one of the men to look in your direction, but the person in front of you didn’t seem to be bothered by that. Since you couldn’t kill them, you had to think of another approach. Once you got close enough, you took something out of your pocket and threw it in the middle of where they were standing. A thick, cloudy mist erupted from the top of the can, causing the group of men to scream and run out, covering their mouths with their hands and leaving the duffle bags on the floor. Your friend covered his mouth, worried that whatever you threw would get him.

“It’s not tear gas,” you said, bringing his hand down, “It’s just smoke.”

He smiled at your cleverness. You had to be pretty smart to be able to come up with those kinds of escapes.

“So who are you?” you asked, standing up and getting ready to leave now that the police were going to arrive soon.

“I told you. A friend.”

“Well, friend, can you tell me your name?”

“Can you tell me yours?”

He caught you. You knew that you weren’t able to tell him your name, it was too dangerous. It was easier to distance yourself from people, leaving you without many friends.

“Fair enough. Can you at least give me something I can work with?”

“Well, I’m from Hell’s Kitchen so-”

“No offense but ‘Devil from Hell’s Kitchen’ is a bit of a mouthful.”

He smiled, “Then Daredevil should be better.”

“I’m not calling you Daredevil.”

“Then figure something out.”

You scoffed and turned around, looking to make sure that you wouldn’t be seen when you left the warehouse. Daredevil came up behind you, placing his hand on your lower back, grinning ear to ear when he felt you move into his touch.

“Are you leaving now?” he asked.

“I’ve gotta head back home, you?” you said, turning your head to look at him.

“Don’t go yet. Stay with me.”

“And do what?” you teased. You were intrigued by him, and you were gonna pull that mask off and see his face if it was the last thing you ever did.

“I don’t know. I’ll figure it out.”

You followed him and walked out of the warehouse together, crossing the street to take cover in the shadows of the alley nearby. The sounds of the police sirens coming closer filled your ears, making you press your body against the wall to hide. Your new friend did the same, following the sound, only pushing off of the wall when they softened.

“You scared of getting caught?”

You stared at him, puzzled, “Aren’t you?”

“A little bit. But I always get out fine,” he said.

He stood in front of you, close enough that you could feel his breath heat up your face. He towered over you, craning his head down to talk. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, waking up the rest of your body with electric sparks shooting through your veins. His hand met your neck, cradling your chin and pulling your face up to meet him. Your breath came out shakily, eyes darting around his face to try and study as much as you could.

“Am I too close?” he teased, placing his hands on your hips.

You couldn’t sleep with a random man in an alley, you thought. But you couldn’t lie to yourself either, and it would be a lie if you said that you didn’t want him.

“No,” you breathed, “You’re good.”

You tried to keep as much composure as you could, hiding the quick pace of your heart, steadying your breath, rubbing your legs together so you could keep how much you wanted him to yourself. You ran your hands over his shirt, feeling his muscles tense underneath your touch. One hand stopped at the top of his shoulder, the other going further and stopping at his neck to pull him down. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling your body flush against his as his lips connected to yours. He moaned in your mouth, letting his tongue explore wherever it could as soon as you gave him access. Your hand left his shoulder, trailing back down his body to tug at his waistband. His hands cradled your face as you pulled his belt open, tugging his pants down to palm his semi-hard cock through his boxers. He let out a low groan, the sound vibrating through your body straight to your core. He tugged on your pants, pulling on your underwear to bring them down your thighs.

You pulled his cock out, feeling it harden in your hand, guiding it to your cunt. He let out a shaky breath when he felt how wet you were, barely able to control himself and stop from pushing his cock into you immediately. Slowly, you slid him into you, biting your lip to keep yourself from being too loud.

“Jump,” he breathed.

You did as he said, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep yourself from falling. Your back scratched against the wall as he pushed you against it, your shirt getting caught and gathering above your navel. You could feel his cock push into your stomach, stretching out your pussy more than it ever had been. He felt your walls pulse around him, heard as your mewls became louder and needier when you felt yourself reaching your end. Your hand found the back of his neck, your fingers wrapping around him to keep yourself up.

“Fuck,” he grunted, “I’m not going to last much longer.”

You whined as you felt him pulse inside of you. Seeing how hard he was trying to hold off for you turned you on incredibly.

“It’s ok,” you whispered, sweaty hair clinging to your face, “Come on, I wanna feel you.”

He emptied himself at your words, sending hot ropes of his cum into your pussy. You felt yourself come undone around him, your vision becoming white as you slowly floated back to reality. You clung to him as you caught your breath, scared that when you let go you wouldn’t be able to hold on again. His hand ran up your back, tangling his fingers in your hair while he set you down.

“Are you ok?” he asked, a hint of uneasiness in his voice. He was used to hookups in alleys, but those were usually behind bars, and you didn’t know that yet.

“Absolutely perfect,” you said. You meant it. You didn’t know anything about him, and yet, you felt so comfortable with him.

You rested against the wall, watching him fix his clothes better on his body. He felt you staring at him, your eyes never leaving him for more than a moment. The thought that you might never see him again made your heart hurt, even though you hadn’t known Daredevil for more than a few hours. You longed to learn more about him, and if he didn’t want something more with you, you’d be fine with having him every once in a while. It didn’t matter to you. All of those thoughts plagued your mind and brought your focus to your worries. He noticed that you had gotten quiet and placed his hand underneath your chin, guiding your face to look at him.

“All good?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” you said.

“I know you’re lying.”

“How do you know I’m lying?”

“You just told me,” he lied, ironically.

You laughed breathlessly and looked down, “Can I see you again? Without the mask next time?”

He smiled and took a step back from you, the heat from his body leaving and making you shiver. He pulled his mask over his eyes and looked at you, his eyes seeming unfocused and darting around your face like they weren’t sure of what to look at. He was pretty, the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth made his face soft; the short stubble growing around his chin made him even more attractive, the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.”

buy me a ko-fi?

#matt murdock #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x you #matt murdock reader insert #matt murdock blurb #matt murdock headcanon #netflix daredevil #daredevil smut #daredevil x reader #daredevil imagine #daredevil fanfiction #marvel daredevil

299 notes · View notes

captain-fantasy · 2 years

Note

Ooookay hear me out, the reader is an old friend of matt, they met at church often times when they were younger and she visits the two at their office. she directly has a thing for foggy.

someone tries to rob the reader and matt saves her. the reader calls foggy in a panic and he then takes care of her. maybe you could include foggy praising and choking the reader and add a few nicknames👀

It's like watching teenagers - foggy nelson x reader

Warnings: smut, reader getting robbed, unprotected sex, choking

2.1k words

Sometimes it was hard for you to keep your feelings to yourself. You were never a quiet one. Sometimes it paid off well and got you what you wanted, other times it got you into some deep trouble. Your childhood best friend Matt had been well aware of this; he knew almost every aspect of your personality. You met Matt at the church your parents used to bring you to every Sunday, and even though you hadn’t been back since you left home, you were grateful that you met him.

When Matt told you that he was opening his law firm, you were ecstatic, finally feeling like he was doing something good for the professional aspect of his life. As the only person that knew about his Daredevil persona, you spent all of your time worrying about both his and your safety. You knew Matt would never let you get hurt but you couldn’t push away the anxious thoughts lingering in the back of your mind.

Matt introduced you to his partner, the person that he was going to be running the firm with, over a drink. You’d heard about him from random comments Matt made over the years but never fully got to meet him until then. His name was Franklin, but he asked you to call him Foggy. He was cute, he was funny, and he made your heart feel light and race like it hadn’t in years, a fact that Matt teased you on when Foggy left to go home.

Another night a week later you were sitting at a small table in the middle of a crowded bar waiting for your drinks to come. Matt hated going to places like these. All of the noises were far too overstimulating for him, but he couldn’t say that to Karen or Foggy who had invited both of you. A few hours passed, the night was still young and ready for more activities. Karen had gone to the bar to order another round while Foggy went to the bathroom, leaving you alone with Matt.

“Jesus, why don’t you ask him out already?” Matt teased.

“What if he doesn’t like me?” you worried.

Matt scoffed, “Please, both of your hearts feel like hummingbirds about to beat out of your chest. There’s no way your feelings aren’t reciprocated by him.”

You sighed and sank into your seat, watching Foggy return from the bathroom. Before he came back to his seat he was stopped by a girl sitting at the bar. You watched as she placed her hand on his chest, laughing at one of his corny jokes you loved too much. The blood in your body rushed to your face making it hot and waking up the jealousy in your body. Matt laughed under his breath and shook his head.

“It’s like watching teenagers,” he joked.

“Shut up,” you groused.

“If you’re so bothered by it then ask him out.”

You didn’t reply, keeping your eyes on Karen as she walked back to the table with your drinks. Foggy joined shortly after, a huge smile spread across his face.

“She gave me her number,” he smiled.

“That’s great, Foggy,” you replied flatly, taking a long drink.

He didn’t notice the unamused tone in your voice, too caught up in the little piece of paper with the scribbling of a number on it.

As it got later in the night and the bar cleared out, you decided to head home. Matt offered to walk you home, aware of the dangers that might be waiting in the dark. You walked mostly in silence, save for a few horns honking at you as you crossed the street. A sigh of relief left you as your apartment came into view; you were excited to sleep the rest of the night away. Matt came in with you to make sure you were safe in your apartment before beginning to head out to walk to his. The two of you were in the kitchen, having a final drink before saying your goodbyes. Matt placed his drink on the counter, lifting his chin like he was trying to listen for something.

“Matt?” you whispered.

“Shh. Be quiet.”

“What happened?”

“Someone’s here. Someone new, they’ve never been here before.”

His damn senses. You often wondered if they were a blessing or a curse.

“Are they dangerous?”

“I think so.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. There was no reason to be scared around him, you knew he would never let anything bad happen to you, but he also just said that there might be someone in your building that could hurt you. Footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs to your floor, hesitant and sneaky, obviously trying to hide their full weight. They stopped near your door, leaving a brief moment of silence that made your anxiety worse. With a loud crash, they kicked your door open, stomping into the apartment.

“Matt,” you breathed.

“Get out of here,” he yelled to you.

“What? No, I’m not leaving you.”

Matt didn’t say anything else, using his body to protect you from the intruder. He was bigger than Matt, but you knew Matt would be able to fight, being the son of a boxer proved to be useful. You stood stunned and watched as they fought in your living room, feeling drops of what you thought was blood splatter on you. Matt was able to pin him on the floor, being careful not to let you watch anything. The intruder’s hand reached across the floor, desperate to grab something, fingers eventually closing on a bottle that had fallen on the floor. He crashed it on top of Matt’s head forcing him to let go and get off. Matt fell next to him, catching his breath and allowing the intruder to run out of the door. Seeing Matt motionless broke you out of trance, making you walk over and tend to him. He got up before you could touch him, placing a hand on the kitchen table to stabilize himself.

“Call Foggy,” he said, out of breath.

“What? Why?” you replied, surprised.

“I’m gonna go after him, but I don’t want you to be alone. Call Foggy and tell him to come over here,” he finished, running out of the apartment

It took you a couple of minutes for you to calm down before you picked up your phone. With hands still shaking, you searched for his name, dialing the number and holding the phone to your ear. It barely rang twice before he answered.

“Hello!” he answered. Chipper as always.

“Foggy?” you whispered, unable to keep your voice from breaking.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked. He noticed the different tone in your voice and instantly knew something was wrong.

“C-can you come over here please? I just- I just really need to see you.”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

You sat on the couch while you waited for him, staring at the door like that would make him come faster. If anything it made the time it took him to get there seem 10 times longer. Foggy entered your apartment, noticing that the door wasn’t working properly when he opened it. He saw the expression on your face and rushed over to meet you on the couch.

“Hey, hey how are you? Are you hurt?” he worried.

Well shit. What were you supposed to tell him now? I’m fine but your best friend, the superhero, just ran out after the man who tried to rob me. That didn’t seem like the right way to describe what just happened.

“I’m fine. I’m not hurt but I-I locked myself in the bathroom when I heard someone break into my apartment. I’m sorry for calling you I just got scared and I didn’t want to be alone,” you said. Maybe that was a good enough story for him to believe. It wasn’t totally untrue.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, pulling you into a hug, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

His hold on you tightened as you snaked your arms around his neck, taking your chance to finally put your hands on him. When you pulled your head off of his shoulder to look at him, a worried expression on his face, you couldn’t stop yourself from what you did next.

You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him flush against your body, connecting your lips to his. He let out a soft noise of surprise, not returning it immediately. After a moment he relaxed into your touch, moving his hand to the small of your back to support you. You pulled back from him, watching his eyes widen and his lips part, the expression on his face was confused, but still needy and aching for more.

“I-I’m so sorry, Fog. I didn’t mean to-” you stuttered.

Foggy pulled you closer to him, snaking his hand underneath the fabric of your shirt. The warmth from his hand made goosebumps erupt out of your skin, making the hair on your neck stand up. He reconnected his lips to yours, swallowing the noises you made when you shifted on his lap. You felt his bulge grow through his pants, his whimpers becoming louder as you palmed him.

“Foggy,” you whined.

“Please, please keep going,” he breathed.

You straddled his waist, pushing him on the couch. Foggy’s hands gripped your waist, threading his fingers under your waistband and tugging on them to bring your pants down. You unbuttoned your jeans, leaning on one knee to kick them off. Foggy moved your underwear to the side, groaning when he saw your bare pussy, leaking and desperate for him. You freed his cock from his pants, running your thumb over his slit and watching the precum ooze out and cover your finger. You brought your finger to your mouth, making sure Foggy watched as you sucked his cum and cleaned it. He whined, pulling your waist closer to where he needed you, guiding your hips to grind against his cock. His cock jumped on your skin, twitching in your hand as you teased him against your slit. When you pushed him in his back arched against the couch, his fingernails leaving small indentation marks on your hips. He helped guide your rhythm as you rode him, letting his hands run up the middle of your back, pulling your chest against his. His moans felt like they were coming from the back of his throat, low and guttural, making them vibrate through your body.

Your hands were splayed across Foggy’s chest, bracing your weight as you bounced on him, chasing the high that you were desperate for when the night began. His fingers wrapped around your throat, lightly flexing his fingers to hear your tiny whimpers. He smiled, moving your chin up to make you look at him.

“You like that?” he teased.

You weakly nodded, faltering your movements for a moment. He squeezed harder, willing you to keep moving.

“Good girl. Good, good girl,” he grunted, thrusting into you. “You’re so pretty, sweetheart. You feel so good.”

You felt yourself begin to come undone, your orgasm seconds away. Your moans became louder, almost sounding like cries as you edged the precipice. Foggy thrust into you as you rode out your high, meeting his end when he felt your walls flutter around him. You felt his seed shoot into you, coating your walls and mixing with your cum. He let go of your neck, letting you catch your breath. You moved your legs off of his waist, letting him sit up next to you.

“How are you?” he asked. His hair was messy and his shirt was wrinkled, but at that moment he was the prettiest he’d ever been.

“I’m perfect,” you smiled. You knew a long talk would probably follow after but you tried to enjoy this quiet moment of bliss for as long as you could.

“Is that why you asked me to come over here? You could’ve just asked me and I would’ve-”

“No, someone did break into my house but I- wait what did you say?”

“When?”

“Just right now.”

“I just said a lot right now.”

“You would’ve what?”

“I would’ve come here in an instant. I really like you. I’m sorry that it’s coming out like this, but I do.”

He broke his gaze at you, instead looking at his hands that rested on his lap. You leaned next to him, using your hand to guide his chin to look at you. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates when you pulled him in to kiss him.

“Don’t go on a date with that girl,” you whispered.

Foggy chuckled, “Believe me, she is the farthest thing on my mind.”

“Really? You seemed like you were really into her,” you teased.

“I lost her number.”

buy me a ko-fi?

#foggy nelson #foggy nelson imagine #foggy nelson x reader #foggy nelson smut #daredevil smut #foggy nelson x you #foggy nelson x y/n #foggy nelson fanfic #foggy nelson fanfiction

143 notes · View notes

captain-fantasy · 2 years

Text

I could smell you - matt murdock x reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, f!masturbation

Author’s note: I’m not an elektra anti, I would let her ruin me, but for the sake of the story she is the antagonist here.

Word count: 2.8k

There was something about him that intrigued you. You’d never met someone so confident and yet so unsure of himself. You were sure there had to be something wrong with him; no one is that attractive and smart and funny without having a secret. Sure he was blind, but it seemed like he was able to see right through anyone.

Matt had been one of your best friends since before you could remember. You, him, and Foggy had stumbled your way through law school, court cases, and life for years. There wasn’t a thing that you kept from each other, so you thought. Sometimes he showed up with a few cuts and bruises all over his body but because he had been a ladies’ man all his life, you figured they were just from a fun night he had with whatever woman he brought home.

He was always so protective of you. If some weird guy got too close, he would be right there next to you, his hand placed defensively across some part of your body, usually your thigh or waist. It made you feel good, like he would do anything to protect you, even if he couldn’t see anything. It didn’t stop him.

That’s why it was so hard to deal with your other feelings, the ones that weren’t as nice.

You weren’t sure why you felt so jealous every time he showed you and Foggy a different woman. You weren’t dating, you’ve never even had sex with each other, but it felt like you were losing him. He was sweet, and fucking hot, and could make any woman fall to her knees just with a smile. All of it was too much to deal with. Some girls were nice and liked him, but most of his flings were just looking for a fun night, which he was perfectly fine with, as he was doing the same thing.

Tonight, it was neither.

Matt told you about most of his exes from before, your least favorite being Elektra. You hated how he talked about her, like he never got over their relationship, even though you knew she was terrible for him. When she showed up back in Hell’s kitchen, like a lost dog looking for its owner, she was set specifically with eyes on him. The four of you were sitting at a bar, which you were exceptionally grateful for because dealing with Elektra required a drink.

Women can smell each other’s jealousy, and it felt like she was feeding off of yours.

Every look and touch she made were for the sole purpose of making you mad, enjoying the annoyed look you made when she squeezed her hand on Matt’s bicep. She was getting what she wanted.

As the night went on, you were convinced that if you heard another one of Elektra’s fake, animated laughs at Matt, you might have lost your mind. You closed your tab and grabbed your coat, giving a brief goodbye to Foggy and Matt, trying to ignore Elektra altogether. Matt heard the blood angrily flow through your body, powering the irritated air coming out of your nose.

The night air did little to cool the heat of the angry blood flowing from your face to the bottom of your feet. You were grateful your night was almost over, eager to let the relief of sleep wash over you. But when you arrived at your apartment, your mind was still racing at a million miles per hour. The mere idea of Matt clouded your mind until he was all you could think about. The feel of his calloused fingers dancing across your skin, his scruff scratching your cheek when you hugged him, his smell that lingered whenever you spent time with him. All of that sent a fire blazing straight to your core, creating aggravating wetness you had no choice but to deal with. Moonlight peeked through your curtains, making your bed appear as a haven, paradoxical to the pure jealousy seething through your body.

You pulled off your clothes, letting your bare body sink into your sheets. The goosebumps on your skin made your hair stand up, causing your skin to become ultrasensitive to every single touch. You pushed your fingers through your slit, gathering your wetness as it poured out of you at a steady rate. Your back arched off of the mattress, high-pitched whines escaping your lips as images of Matt flashed through your eyelids.

“Fuck,” you whined. You were already so close, so desperate for some solace from your long night.

Your breath hitched in your throat, chest quickly rising as you increased the speed of your fingers. You hissed when your thumb made contact with your clit, the sensation sending sparks through your body.

You were so close.

Teetering over the edge, the bundle of nerves in your stomach started to unravel as your vision became bright white.

The sound of a glass breaking in your kitchen stopped you from finishing.

You should’ve been scared, worried at the least, but you were more annoyed than anything. You needed to cum. You put on an old set of oversized clothes, creeping to find the cause of the noise. Scattered pieces of a ceramic mug seemed to be the culprit, but you still weren’t sure why it fell off of the counter. A breeze gently pushed your curtains in your living room, inviting fresh air to replace the stuffiness. You were sure that it was closed when you came in, but since you were still a bit tipsy, you decided to believe that you probably weren’t paying attention. It was easier to believe than the possibility that someone had snuck into your apartment through the window. You sighed and closed it, making sure to take extra precautions and lock all of your remaining windows. As you pulled the last window down, you turned your head to a dark silhouette standing in your apartment, being perfectly still and silent. He was dressed in all black, wearing a mask preventing you from seeing his face.

You should’ve been scared, there was a small part of you that was, but something about him felt familiar. Comforting. You didn’t think he was there to hurt you. Your voice got stuck in your throat, rendering you incapable of speaking to him.

“What do you want?” you finally choked out.

He lightly scoffed, sounding more like a laugh than anything, and spoke in a low tone, “What do I want? That’s your first question? Not ‘who are you?’ or ‘why are you in my house?’ but what do you want?”

You’d know that voice anywhere.

“Matt?” you whispered, “What- What the fuck are you doing?”

He smiled and pulled off his mask, revealing the pretty face you could easily pick out of a million people. You stood stunned, unsure of what to do next. Matt took the first step, crossing the floor to meet you. There had to be some reasonable explanation as to why Matt Murdock, your best friend, was dressed in a little black costume standing in your living room in the middle of the night.

“Why are you here?” you questioned. He would never hurt you. There was no reason to be scared of him.

He smiled, “I was in the neighborhood.”

“We don’t live near each other. Why are you here?” you repeated.

He was telling the truth, he was in your neighborhood. But his reason for stopping by your place was an uncommon one.

“I could smell you,” he confessed, his voice low, reaching the pit of your stomach.

“I’m sorry?” you inquired. What the fuck was he talking about?

“I could smell you from outside. You smell so sweet, I could almost taste you,” he finished.

“How- Matt, who are you?” you asked defensively. All you had were questions, but Matt was dodging all of them.

“I tried to hide it from you as much as I could. I distanced myself because I knew that I would never forgive myself if you got hurt.”

“Got hurt from what?”

“Me,” he answered, matter-of-factly, “There’s so much I had to keep from you, but shit I can’t do it anymore.”

“What were you hiding?” your voice found new strength, agitated and needing an answer.

“I’m Daredevil,” he whispered. He tried to find better ways to tell you, more eloquent words he could use to take away some of the harshness, but nothing he thought of seemed good enough.

Your mouth fell open, eyes becoming wide as you choked back a sound bubbling up from the back of your throat.

“Are you ok?” you asked. They were the first words you could think of.

He smiled again. Even when he broke into your house and told you he was Daredevil, the first thing you wanted to know was if he was ok.

“I’m alright. I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself,” he spoke.

“You still haven’t told me how you could smell me,” you joked, trying your best to alleviate some of the tension between you, “Am I that bad?”

A breathless laugh escaped him, “No, it’s- it’s nothing like that. You smell good, amazing, but, I don’t know I can just- smell better than other people.”

“What, like a dog?”

“Better than a dog,” he smiled, “It’s like all of my senses were heightened to an extreme, besides sight, obviously, but it comes in handy a lot.”

“Doesn’t it ever get too much?” you couldn’t help but worry about him.

“Yeah, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Big boy, remember? I can’t explain it myself but I can smell, taste, hear everything. A bird is flying over your building right now, that tomato in your fridge is going bad, and there are two people having sex in the apartment at the end of the hall,” he finished, using his head to point to the room.

You frowned as you looked in that direction. That guy said his girlfriend would be out for work for a few weeks.

“I could hear you moaning my name while you touched yourself, too,” he teased, his cocky smile returning.

Your face felt like it was on fire. Millions of words in the English language and none of them could get you out of that situation.

“I don’t- I don’t know what you're talking about,” you stumbled, “I wasn’t-”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?”

You sighed and took a breath before deciding on what to say next. He didn’t seem angry, or annoyed, he was teasing you.

Matt decided not to waste any more time, pulling you closer by your waist, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck to guide your lips to his. A small, muffled whine left you before you relaxed into his touch. Your fingers found their way to his waistband, threading through his belt loop and tugging on the material. He moaned into your mouth, using his hands to grab at any skin he could find underneath your clothes, pinching the skin on your thighs.

“Matt,” you pleaded, chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath you took in, sweat beading off of every inch of you.

“You’re gonna have to use your words, sweetheart,” he smirked, “What do you want me to do to you?”

Tease.

“I-I need you to fuck me, please Matt, please I need you,” you whined.

He loved when you were needy. He could smell your wetness seeping out of you, creating a damp patch in your shorts. It took all the willpower he had to not take you on the table at the bar when he heard every annoyed breath you took. He heard the blood coursing through your body as a result of the neediness creating a pit in your stomach. He loved it.

You dug your hand under his shirt, tracing your fingers on the faint scars that had started to heal before pulling it completely off. Matt was much less patient with you, tearing off your clothes with seemingly hungrier desperation. You pulled him to your couch, feeling his hand protect the back of your head from hitting something as you fell onto it. He took his time with you, leaving soft kisses along your leg, becoming harsher as he reached the apex of your thigh. You threaded your fingers through his hair, impatient and needy, guiding his mouth to the place you wanted him most. He teased a finger through your slit, nothing more than a feather’s touch, but it made you arch your back off of the couch, trying to follow his finger.

“How did you touch yourself?” Matt asked.

“What?”

“Just now, before I came in. How did you touch yourself when you thought of me?”

You sighed and closed your eyes. He wouldn’t give you what you want before playing with you first. Your fingers met your engorged clit, causing you to hiss at the oversensitiveness. Your hand was shaking as you ran it down your core, slipping two fingers into your dripping heat. Matt watched silently as you chased your high, speeding up the pace of your fingers while using your thumb to pay attention to your clit, your free hand was splayed across your chest, using your fingers to pinch your nipples. The feeling of your orgasm was approaching. Finally. Your whines got louder, high-pitched, and more desperate. Just before it washed over you Matt pulled your hand out, making you whine at the loss of contact.

“That’s enough,” he growled, “It’s my turn.”

He pulled your legs over his shoulders, diving his mouth into your hungry pussy. His nosed nudged your clit, finishing the job you started. You pulled his hair as he lapped up your cum like a hungry dog that hadn’t been fed in weeks, almost making you cry at how oversensitive you were. Once he was satisfied he pulled your legs off of his back, pulling you down until your faces met. When he kissed you again you could taste some of your residue on him, bitter and addictive. You tugged at his boxers, pulling them down to meet an angry and rock-hard shaft, watching him groan as you guided him to your entrance.

His hands caressed the curves of your body like he was taking his time to perfectly memorize your figure, the parts he hadn’t been able to touch before. His glassy, unfocused eyes seemed to be staring at yours. Even though he couldn’t see, there wasn’t a part of you he didn’t know. With one quick thrust, he was in you, groaning when he felt hot and wet and tight you were. You were still feeling the effects of your last orgasm, and that brought you to the edge again even quicker. Every move he made brought you closer and closer until you were squirming underneath him, waiting for him to finish so you could do the same.

“Were you jealous?” he panted, looking in your direction.

“Huh?”

“Were you jealous?” he smirked, “When we were at the bar?”

“Do we have to talk about this right now?”

He chuckled, “No reason I see why not. Why were you jealous?”

“Because. I like you and I didn’t like the way she was throwing herself at you. Every woman in a mile radius does the same thing whenever we go out.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re a bit of a man-whore, Matthew.”

“Only for you,” he groaned, dipping his head to rest in the crook of your neck.

Your hands found their way up to his back, resting on his shoulder blades as his thrusts became sloppy. At a particular movement, he hit your g-spot perfectly, making you dig your nails into his back which brought forth his orgasm. His hair clung to his sweaty forehead, cheeks flushed in the low-light of the moon.

He looked so pretty like this.

He laid on top of you, feeling your heartbeat slow as your body relaxed into the couch.

“Is it scary?” you whispered, peeling some of his hair off of his face, “Being Daredevil?”

He chuckled, the low grumble vibrating through your body, “Sometimes, but I manage.”

“Please be careful, Matt. I don’t wanna lose you.”

The worried tone in your voice was clearly heard, and he placed a kiss on your chest to soothe you.

“Don’t worry. You won’t, I promise.”

You smiled, running your hand through his damp hair, “So is that what you’re doing when ignoring my calls? Fighting people in your underwear?”

“It is not underwear.”

buy me a ko-fi?

#charlie cox #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil imagine #daredevil smut #daredevil x reader

2K notes · View notes

captain-fantasy · 2 years

Note

Oooh. Oooooh!! Any smut involving Robert Sheehan or Klaus. Please please please. We need it. ❤️❤️

You need to be quiet - Klaus Hargreeves x reader

Warnings: smut, unestablished relationship, friends with benefits, drug use, mentions of withdrawals, porn with not a lot of plot, kinda angsty

“You need to be quiet,” Klaus warned, “Or my family will hear you.”

It was hard to stay quiet in the position you were in, bent over Klaus’ bed, hands gripping the sheets as he rutted into you from behind like you were lovers that hadn’t seen each other for years. You moved a hand to your face, covering your mouth in a failed attempt of muffling the sounds Klaus was forcing out of you. You spread your knees on the bed, making your cunt tight and stretch around his cock, causing him to momentarily falter his movements while he felt your walls clench around him.

“Fuck,” he cursed, strengthening his grip on your waist. You were sure that large, purple bruises would be forming deep in your skin in a few hours.

Your whines became louder, feeling his moans vibrate through his body as his cock twitched inside you. As if it had a mind of its own, your back arched against him, the sounds of your skin slapping bounced off the walls until all your senses became clouded. All you could think of was him.

You had been friends with Klaus since you were kids. When the news of The Umbrella Academy broke out, all people cared about was their fame and powers, trying to get close to them for their benefit. Klaus knew you were able to see past that; you didn’t care about how famous he was or what he could do for you, all you ever cared about was knowing that he was safe. So many of their missions didn’t go according to plan, and every time you were left waiting till the latest hours of the night staring at the door to make sure he was okay. He loved you because you were one of the only people outside of his family who truly cared about him, and loved him back as a person, not a freak with superpowers. You took care of him through his hardest times, never pushing him away when you found him on the streets with a needle in his arm, or when he just needed someone to lean on.

That’s why his feelings about you were so conflicted. He knew that he loved you. He loved the way you made him feel, both when you were next to him holding his hand as he went through withdrawals and when he was pinned underneath you, watching your tits bounce as you rode him better than anyone ever had. You’d been friends forever and only upgraded to friends with benefits for a couple of months. He couldn’t help but think that your feelings toward him were nothing more than physical, but he loved you so much that it made him feel sick. Every time you spent the night at the academy, you would need to sneak in after everyone was asleep. That made him feel like you were really just a hook-up, which made him feel even worse.

One night, you were both wasted out of your minds, stumbling out of the bar in each other’s arms as you walked home. You decided to sleep at your place, not wanting to hear the complaints of his siblings as you crept through their house. Klaus helped you out of your clothes, trying his best to not stare at your half-naked body as you changed into your pajamas. He turned away from you, fishing out some of the clothes he’d left at your house a couple of nights ago.

You giggled as you pulled him into your bed, positioning yourself under him while he stabilized himself by placing his hands on either side of your head. Klaus met your gaze, watching the excited light in your eyes shine at him. His heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. If he wasn’t going to tell you how he felt now, he would never tell you. You noticed his apprehension from continuing, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Had you done something? He’d never acted like that before, certainly never before you were about to sleep with each other.

“Klaus,” you whispered, pushing yourself up to see his face better, “Are you alright?”

You cradled his face with your hands, studying the expression in his eyes. He rested his hands on his thighs, fiddling with his fingers while he looked at you, no doubt stopping himself from reaching out to touch you. Every curve and roll of your body was a place of worship for him, the sounds he pulled from you relieving him like a prayer, but now it was harder than ever for him to just look at you.

“We can’t do this anymore,” he mumbled, watching the confusion in your mind conduct your face.

“What? What are you talking about?” you couldn’t stop the anger starting to seep through your voice, even though you weren’t upset.

Klaus internally winced at your tone, “We can’t keep sleeping with each other. It’s not right.”

“But-, Why? I thought you liked me, Klaus,” the anger was replaced with pain; hurt, and confusion.

“I do. I really like you.”

“Then fuck me,” you scoffed.

“No, I-I can’t even look at you without wanting to touch you. Without wanting to claim you, make you scream, make you mine.

So I can’t sleep with you again without doing all of those things. I love you, but I can’t spend another night with you knowing that you don’t feel the same,” he finished, waiting for your response.

Silence filled the room, save for some cars driving by the streets and slightly illuminating you two. His heart raced in anticipation, terrified of what you were going to say.

“Who told you that?” you spoke, finally breaking the silence.

“What?”

“Who told you that I didn’t love you?”

“What?” he repeated. It seemed like that was the only word that was able to come out of his mouth.

“I love you, Klaus. I always have. I thought that it was pretty obvious. Every night we spent together, god, I fell in love with you even more. I even let you cum in me last time, and if that didn’t prove my love, then I don’t know what will,” you laughed, laying back down and bringing him with you.

His anxiety disappeared as soon as you touched him, meeting you halfway in a desperate, hungry kiss. There was no reason for Klaus to hide anything anymore. He was able to completely express his feelings for you without fear of them not being reciprocated. You brought your hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him down into the crook of your shoulder. He brought his hands up your chest, causing goosebumps to leave a trail wherever he touched you. He massaged your tits with his hands, making sure to spend extra time playing with your nipples, pinching them between his thumb and pointer finger. Your back arched off the mattress, following his touch desperately.

Klaus’ hands traveled down your body, gently spreading your thighs to allow space for him to stay between you. Just looking at you spread completely in front of him, needy and waiting for him to touch you, made all of the blood in his body rush to his dick, making it red and angry and leak precum from the tip. He gave his cock a few hard pulls, growing it to its full hardness, twitching in his hand. He teased your slit, maintaining his control even though he was almost begging to touch you moments ago. You whined, rubbing your thighs together to try and get some friction to take away the low, burning pain in the pit of your stomach.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he teased.

You groaned and pushed your head into your pillow, “Klaus, if you don't fuck me I might explode.”

He laughed and pushed his hips flush to yours, “Well, then I guess I shouldn’t keep you waiting any longer.”

His cock easily slipped into your soaking wet heat, spreading your juices across your folds. You moaned in relief, not holding your whimpers and cries back like you usually had to. Klaus bent his head down, biting the soft skin on your neck, leaving large, purple marks when his mouth left you.

Every inch of skin on your body burned. Your breaths became ragged as you felt your thighs become weak, getting ready for your release to wash over you. Klaus’ eyes never left yours. He never missed a broken cry leaving your throat, memorizing the way your body responded to something every time he tried something new.

“Fuck,” he cursed. His thrusts lost their precision, faltering as he felt his orgasm reaching him. His fingernails dug deeper into your skin leaving bright red scratch marks down your hips meeting your thighs. Every time he reentered you, you felt the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly, undoubtedly bringing you to the precipice of your high.

Your orgasm washed over you like warm water, sending electric sparks from the top of your head to the bottom of your toes. Not a single part of your body was uncomfortable, there wasn’t a problem in the world that mattered to you at that moment.

Your ecstasy was prolonged as Klaus continued thrusting into you, eager to meet his own release. He let out a final low, throaty groan, spilling out into your warm cunt. You felt his hot breath on your neck as you felt his heart rate slow down, moving your hand up his body to snake your fingers through his hair.

“I love you, Klaus,” you whispered, feeling him smile against your skin.

buy me a ko-fi?

#robert sheehan x reader #robert sheehan smut #robert sheehan #rob sheehan #klaus hargreeves #klaus smut #umbrella academy #the umbrella academy #fanfiction writing #writing #fanfics

582 notes · View notes

captain-fantasy · 2 years

Note

Hi! How are you? Hope you're doing well...

I saw your requests were open, and was wondering if you could maybe write something for Billy Russo x Reader.

I was thinking about something where the reader is someone just as powerful as him. And maybe they are kind of enemies, but have to work together for some reason. And along the process Billy realizes that what he thought was hate towards her turned out to be attraction, or maybe even love?

I'm not sure if that was very clear, i don't really know how to put my idea into words, lol.

Thank you for taking your time to read this, and maybe even write this. I appreciate ypur work. xx

You would be so lucky - Billy Russo x reader 4.2k words

Warnings: smut, enemies to lovers, drugs, mentions of gun-fight, bullet wound, scars, unprotected sex, cliches, billy being a whore

You loved most aspects of your job, but dealing with so many assholes on a daily basis began to eat away at your soul after a while. Most notably, your feud with Billy Russo had been enduring ever since you showed up at Anvil. Neither of you ever missed a chance to insult the other, which didn’t do much in terms of improving the relationship between you two being that you barely tolerated each other. He was a player, he was unfaithful, and he was a complete jackass, but you, he saw you as a stuck-up bitch.

That’s why it felt like your boss was playing a rude joke on you when they sent both of you to complete a mission together. It was supposed to be simple, gather intel and report it back to your boss, but you had no idea how you would be able to make it through the mission, and all you could do was pray you didn’t get angry enough to punch Billy in the face. It seemed like he was trying to push you over the edge. All of the nasty, sly remarks he made about your appearance, your work, and your life made your blood boil, causing you to clench your fists together in hopes that they wouldn’t collect a mind of their own and garner a desire for retribution.

After a long flight to the country you were stationed in, you and Billy walked to a bar to get a drink before you went to sleep. Your plan was to get so drunk that you wouldn’t be able to even hear any of the shit Billy spewed out of his mouth, or anyone for that matter. Right after you downed your fifth shot your vision began to get cloudy, your ears started ringing, and you felt nauseous. You knew that you were able to handle your alcohol, but right now it felt like someone had stuck their hand down your throat and wrangled your guts inside your body. Billy was next to you, but he was in a world of his own, flirting with a group of foreign girls that had come up to him when he sat down at the bar. Another man sat down beside you. You knew he was speaking to you but you couldn’t hear a word he was saying. Your eyes started watering as you looked at the man. His eyes kept darting to your drink, making you feel even more uneasy.

“What did you do to me?” you questioned. It didn’t take a genius to know that he had done something to you.

“Nothing, sweetheart. Just a little something to make you more relaxed,” the man said, disappearing as quickly as he came.

You looked back to Billy, pulling on his arm to get him to pay attention, “Bill, we-, we gotta go. Now.”

Billy scoffed, “What, you can’t handle your liquor? You go, I’m stayin’ right here.”

“Someone drugged me, you dick. We need to leave or I’m gonna puke all over you.”

Billy’s look of disgust burned into your brain as he grabbed you by the arm, guiding you outside. You pushed him away as you threw up on the sidewalk, your body expelling everything unwanted. Reluctantly, Billy pulled your hair back, keeping it out of your face as you finished up, tears streaming down your face onto the floor.

“What happened?” he asked. His voice softened, adding a gentle tone you weren’t sure he was capable of.

You caught your breath and replied, “I don’t know. I started to feel sick and then some guy came up to me. I-, I couldn’t hear what he was saying but I know he put something in my drink and-”

“It’s alright. Let’s just go to sleep,” he interrupted. You fixed yourself as much as you could before walking together to the cheap motel you were staying at for the time.

You checked in and walked to your room. What your boss had conveniently left out was the information that you two were to be under the disguise of a loving couple, so your room, singular, had only one bed. You opened the door and immediately went to the bathroom, desperate to get the taste of bad alcohol and vomit out of your mouth. The water from the shower wasn’t remotely warm, or even fully clear, but you still tried your best to wash away all of the stress you carried with you through the day.

Walking out of the bathroom, you watched Billy getting ready for bed, wearing nothing but an old pair of gray sweatpants that fit loosely around his hips, letting you see all of the scars and cuts over his chest. You knew that his job was more dangerous than yours; he was sent into the field more times than you were, not to mention his time as a marine which had done its fair share to the man. You wondered how many he was hiding underneath his sweatpants, and what he must have done to get them.

“You’re staring,” he said, smirking as your eyes darted away.

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you said, turning away from him.

You stood in nothing but a towel while you looked through your bags for your pajamas. You were exhausted, both from the day you had and the thought of you having to spend more time with Billy. Your emotions confused you, the feelings he showed you tonight outside the bar were unlike any other you’d ever seen from him. It couldn’t have been more than pity, you thought. He just felt bad for you. He didn’t really care.

You got dressed under your towel, careful to not let Billy see anything. He smirked at your shyness, your inability to let people in. You turned around, watching Billy get into bed.

“What are you doing?” you questioned.

“Going to sleep?” he replied.

“But- There’s only one bed.”

“Okay?”

“You expect me to sleep with you?”

“You would be so lucky. Jesus, be an adult for a night. It’s not like we’re together,” he mumbled.

His words seemed to ache you. You knew that you weren’t together, and you would most likely never be, but his certainty about it hurt. You got into the other side of the bed and pulled the covers over you, the feeling of sleep so close but still too far away. Billy settled in next to you. His knee lightly grazed yours, and while you didn’t hate the feeling, you had a reputation to uphold and pulled away from him.

“Just to let you know, I tend to move around in my sleep,” he teased.

“Yeah, keep your hands to yourself, Billy,” you grumbled.

“Oh, yeah? Well, from what I heard you love sleeping with all the guys from the office.”

“Fuck you, Bill.”

“Well, you ain’t denying it,”

“I don’t need to prove shit to you, alright? You don’t know me,” you finished, your voice breaking. You knew Billy was an asshole but you never saw him be so upfront about it before.

Billy realized that what he said hurt you, and decided to pull back from his accusations. You turned away from him, staring at the dark, hoping that you would fall asleep soon.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to-”

“Shut up and go to sleep,” you choked, “I don’t need you to accept me, or even like me, but we have a job to do, alright? So if you could please keep your thoughts to yourself for the rest of the time we’re here, that'd be great. You can say whatever you want when we get back.”

Billy didn’t say any more, sinking into the mattress, turning away from you to get some sleep.

A few hours passed when Billy woke up to the sound of sirens passing by the motel. Because of his past, the sounds always made him uneasy. His heart began to race along with his mind, anxiety coursing through him at the thought that he might be in trouble. The sounds started to become muted as the cars raced past the motel, but even though they were far away, Billy’s heart kept its hummingbird pace. He looked over at you, sleeping peacefully without a care in the world. He hated you for what you made him feel. He tried to push you away as much as he could, but there was just something about you that he couldn’t get over. His hand moved before his mind could stop it, and he reached over to you, placing his hand on your thigh. You felt soft, warm, and he hated that. Why’d you have to be so damn intoxicating? He let out a short, annoyed huff but left his hand there. He couldn’t tell you how he felt, but he could take some comfort from you before you woke up.

****

The next morning, you woke up with a splitting headache. You pulled the covers off of your body to see Billy’s hand resting on your hip. He was right, he did move in his sleep. It was either that, or he did it consciously after he waited for you to go to bed. Either way, you didn’t want to get up and move him. You reached for the glass of water next to you, downing it in a couple of large gulps. The cool feeling of the water ran through your body, chilling your veins as you felt it travel to your feet. You felt Billy start to stir next to you, moving his hand away from you to run it through his sleep-tousled hair. Unaware that you saw him, he walked to the bathroom, oblivious that you were up and pacing around the room to put your clothes on.

When he walked out of the bathroom, he was startled by you. You had been quiet, and he realized that you probably felt him touching you.

“How long have you been up?” he asked worriedly, watching you ruffle through your bag.

“Not long,” you lied, “I only just got up.”

You finished gathering your things, walking past Billy to change in the bathroom.

The plan for the day wasn’t that difficult. All you needed to do was snoop around some warehouse on the other side of town, watching for anybody coming in and out, being careful to not be seen by anyone. The drive over there was painfully quiet. Neither of you wanted to talk about what happened the other night, and since you didn’t seem to have anything else in common but work, you remained silent for the rest of the ride.

Billy pulled the truck off the road, ensuring that it was mostly covered from plain view on the other side. You pulled out a camera and used it to zoom into some of the main entrances that you saw, looking for anything out of the ordinary as well as any familiar faces. The two hours you spent there felt like an entire day, mostly because you and Billy still hadn’t said a full sentence to each other. After you felt you got what you needed, Billy drove away, still in silence. There were a few moments where you opened your mouth, wanting to say something, but it closed again before you could.

He pulled off the freeway and drove along a narrow road, making you turn to look at him.

“Where are we going?” you puzzled. Since you hadn’t spoken the entire day, your voice hadn’t warmed up yet, making it sound hoarse.

Billy smiled and looked at you, “We’ve been drivin’ the whole day and we’re almost shit outta gas. Unless you wanna push the car back to the motel, we need to make a stop.”

You sighed and leaned back into your seat. The motel wasn’t much farther, so you would be able to hide in the room while Billy went out to the bar. You watched as Billy went out of the car and walked to the side, groaning at the “see cashier” sign on the screen. The sound of his footsteps became faint as he walked into the store, leaving you alone. You couldn’t help but feel uneasy. It felt too quiet, and a lump in your throat began to form as the anxiety grew and burned through your stomach. Seeing Billy come out started to relax you, but you just couldn’t help but feel like something bad was about to happen.

Your suspicions were answered as you saw a black car drive by. You couldn’t quite see who was driving it but watched as the window rolled down, pointing something at the middle of Billy’s chest, expelling a muffled whistle sound. Billy let out a choked yell as he collapsed onto the pavement, a puddle of black blood pooling around him. Your body felt like it was on fire as you ran out to him, cradling his head in your hand to keep it off the ground. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you attempted to carry him back to the truck without hurting him even more. You pulled him onto the back, placing a rag onto the wound to try and stop the bleeding. His hands met yours, pushing on the rag to apply more pressure. Your mind started to come back down as you realized where you were. People would start to wonder where the pool of blood came from, and you knew that if you two got caught then you’d have to answer to your boss. That would be worse than dealing with the police.

You raced to find a spot where no one could see you, somewhere that’d give you enough time to patch him up. A run-down, abandoned building came into your view. It was quiet enough where you could go in without raising any warning, and you’d hope that no one would be able to see you from the main street.

You exited the car, pulling your first-aid kit out and taking it to the back to take care of Billy. His breathing became labored, and when you put your fingers to test his pulse you felt it become faint. The bullet went straight through his body so you wouldn’t have to pull anything out, but his bleeding still hadn’t slowed and you were worried that he might’ve lost too much.

“I-, y/n,” he mumbled. You put your hand to his mouth to stop him from talking, not wanting him to exert himself too much.

“Don’t say anything, Billy. You’re gonna be alright,” you assured him.

Your hands were shaking as you poured alcohol onto a piece of cotton. He let out a whine when you placed it on his wound, grabbing your wrist.

“I know, I’m sorry, Bill,” you breathed, “Just let me clean you up, and then you can rest, alright?”

His breathing started to relax as he darted in and out of consciousness. Most of the bleeding had stopped, finally, but you knew that he would have to go to a real doctor soon, or else he could get a nasty infection. You placed a cotton pad on top of the wound, letting it catch residual drops of blood so you could focus on cleaning the car. Billy started snoring, letting you know he was alive, but the last thing you wanted to do was wake him up. Even though you pulled him into the car, your adrenaline had worn down and you wouldn’t be able to move him into the motel room. The sun had started to set and you were exhausted, so you decided to sleep in the truck. You could’ve moved to the front, it would’ve been more comfortable, but you decided to sleep next to him, just in case he woke up and needed your help.

At least that’s what you told yourself.

The next morning you woke up before Billy did. He was in the same position you saw him last, but he started to get some color back. You ran your hand through his hair, half checking if he was awake, half just wanting to touch him. He stirred beneath your hand, causing you to pull away.

“How are you feeling?” you said, barely above a whisper.

“I’m alright,” he nodded, “It still hurts like a bitch, though.”

You smiled, “I called Anvil, Billy. I’m bringing you back.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You need to get looked at by a real doctor, Bill. I don’t want your death in my hands,”

“You don’t get to decide that for me.”

“Look, we got what we wanted, alright? We did the job and now we can go home.”

As much as he hated leaving a job half-done, he knew that he wouldn't be able to finish it. With a final groan, he laid his head on the towel you rolled to keep his head up. You watched him move his fingers to his wound, applying some pressure on it to test the pain that lingered.

“You’re going to need to keep those bandages clean, Bill. I can help you if you want but-”

“I can take care of myself,” he groused. Even shot down and bleeding, he was too proud to ask for help.

You sighed and waited a moment before speaking again, “We leave tomorrow. I’ll drive back to the motel so we can get our things, but if it starts hurting too much, just let me know.”

***

As you arrived at the motel, you helped Billy out, sling his arm over your shoulder to walk him to the room. You helped him pack his things, ignoring his protests because watching him drag his feet and curse at every movement became too painful for you to witness. Once you had put everything in the trunk, you noticed some blood seeping through Billy’s bandage. He probably moved too quickly and disturbed it, causing the scab that started forming over it to peel and bleed.

“Shit,” he mumbled.

He tried to fix it on his own. He never liked it when people pitied him or viewed him as weak, and the last thing he wanted was for you to feel bad for him. You understood, shit you felt the same way. But you knew that he needed to take it easy or else it would start bleeding again.

“Bill-”

“I’ve got it, alright?” he growled.

You sighed. You didn’t see any chance of him letting you in, but you weren’t about to let him keep hurting himself.

“Billy,” you repeated, “Please let me help you. I understand you don’t like being vulnerable, but you’re gonna hurt yourself if you go too fast.”

Billy’s face changed. He’d never had someone understand him before, and the way you still wanted to take care of him after he’d been horrible to you transformed his attitude. He sat on the bed, wincing as he moved his body to face you. You applied some antiseptic on a cotton ball and walked toward him.

“Take off your shirt,” you mumbled.

Billy smirked but did as he was told, “Girls usually buy me dinner before taking off my clothes.”

You rolled your eyes and peeled off the bandage, “It’s healing better than I thought it would, but you still need to get checked.”

After cleaning the spot around the wound, you cut a new piece of cotton, covering it and keeping it in place with some tape. You used your fingers to smooth out the wrinkles, your fingers staying longer on Billy’s body than what was necessary, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Billy’s gaze met yours as you placed the final piece of tape, grabbing your hand to keep it close to his body.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

You shook your head, “It’s nothing. I’m sure you would’ve done the same for me.”

You didn’t believe that.

Billy kept his tight hold on you, keeping you from moving. You were so close to him that you were almost sitting on his lap, feeling his warmth radiate onto you. Your breathing quickened and your heart started racing. All of the blood in your body seemed to rush to your face and your cunt making you feel like your body was on fire. You looked at him, his black eyes staring straight into you like he was studying what was going on in your mind. Even though your mind was on fire, you were frozen, unable to move anything but your eyes which kept studying Billy’s blank expression. He knew you weren't going to be the first one to make a move so he bit the bullet for you, wrapping his hand around the nape of your neck, pulling you down for a kiss. Your body stiffened, not fully believing what was happening. Billy’s other hand wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him; his fingers slipped under your shirt, running across your back until his hand met your bra strap. You relaxed into him, your hips grinding against his, desperate for some kind of friction. He winced as your fingers came too close to his bandage. involuntarily pulling away from you.

"Shit, sorry," you breathed, lifting your hips to hold most of your weight on your legs.

He stopped you before you could get too far from him, cupping your clothed core with his hand, grinning when he felt a wet patch form.

“Please, Billy-” you gasped.

“Please what?” he teased.

“Please, please fuck, I need you to fuck me,” you begged, wrapping your hand behind his head, bringing his lips to yours.

Billy moaned into your mouth, running his hand over your covered pussy driving you insane. You lifted your hips once more to begin unbuckling your pants, leaning on one knee to tear them off. Billy returned his grip on you, sliding the tip of his finger through your slit gathering the slick that had started pouring out of you.

“Fuck,” you cursed, unable to keep your words in your mouth.

Billy plunged a single finger into your cunt, curving it inside you, feeling your pussy throb and clench around him. Your hips ground against his hand pathetically, eager to reach the release he’d purposely kept out of reach. You pulled your shirt off and threw it in the corner, watching Billy’s eyes go wide at the sight of your bare breasts. He laid down on the bed, allowing you to position yourself on top of him, straddling him right above his waist. You moved your hips on top of his cock, feeling it become hard and twitch underneath his sweatpants. He groaned loudly, moving his hands to your hips to help guide you.

“Y-you need to stop or, fuck, or I’m gonna cum in my pants,” Billy grunted.

“That’s what I want,” you panted.

“I need to fuck you first.”

You accepted his request and pulled his pants down to his knees, biting your gasp back when you saw how big he was; he didn’t need to be any more arrogant. You wrapped your hand around his cock, gently tugging it to bring it to its hardest. You positioned your hips toward him, fighting to keep your control as you teased Billy by running the tip of his cock to your entrance. Billy pushed your hips down harshly, not giving you time to adjust to his large size as he entered you with a single stroke, causing you both to conduct a symphony of moans and wines as your walls clenched around him. Your clit rubbed against his skin, creating sensational friction that pushed you closer to your edge. Normally, you would’ve loved to tease him for hours on end, bringing him to the tip of his peak before letting go and making him beg for you to touch him again. Now, there were no words shared between you, only grunts and affirmations.

“Shit. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Billy warned.

You kept your pace, grinding against him harder to edge him on. Your nails dug into his chest, almost hard enough to break the skin. He let out one final guttural moan as he hit his end, sending strings of hot cum through your body. Your vision began to clear as your movements stilled. Billy sat up, running his hand that rested on your hip to the top of your back, pulling your body against his. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, softly biting the smooth skin. You ran your hand through his hair, tangling and twirling a few locks between your fingers. You pulled your leg around and laid next to him, staring at the ceiling, avoiding Billy’s eye contact.

“How you feeling, Billy?” you asked.

“Absolutely perfect,” he muttered.

You smiled and looked over to him, watching the flush in his cheeks wash away.

“I’m sorry for bein’ an asshole,” he mumbled, “I know it doesn’t fix what I said but I, I want you to know that I really am sorry.”

You continued staring at him, studying the look on his face. He was sorry. You moved closer and kissed him; there were no words that could’ve expressed what you wanted to so all you could do was touch him, letting him know that you were too.

Billy deepened the kiss, snaking his hand around your waist to feel your entire body. His free hand returned to your lower stomach, teasingly drawing circles against your skin.

You missed your flight the next morning.

buy me a ko-fi?

#billy russo x female reader #ben barnes smut #ben barnes x reader #billy russo #billy russo smut #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x you #bin bons #ben barnes headcannon #ben barnes

391 notes · View notes

captain-fantasy · 2 years

Note

could you write a james mcavoy smut where the reader and him meet each other in a pub on a girls night and later go home together?👀

ive read a couple of fanfics that had similar asks about james so im sorry if it ends up being kinda cliche

I don’t even know your name - James McAvoy x reader

Warnings: smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, unestablished relationship,

Life is full of surprises. That was something you loved about it.

You never knew where your life was headed. All you could do was live one day at a time, never dwelling on the past or worrying about the future. This philosophy usually worked out for you, but you felt your entire world crumble when you found out your long-term boyfriend had been sneaking out behind your back and fucking girls he brought home from the bar. You came home early one day, in preparation for your anniversary, and found him plowing a girl half his age from the nearby university. You tried to give him a second chance, you even listened to all of his drunken explanations, but after a while, you realized it wasn’t possible to get your relationship back to its original state.

Your friends had tried to persuade you to come out with them on the weekends, tired of seeing you mope around your apartment all day. You resisted their advances as much as you could, but at some point, you started to loathe yourself for sulking so long. Being independent was something you prided yourself on, but this experience made you question everything.

One night, you decided that you couldn’t stay in anymore. You needed to remind yourself what it felt like to have fun again, without the weight of someone’s burden on your shoulders. Who knows? Maybe you had the chance of meeting someone new. God knows you hadn’t gotten laid in months.

Your plan was to visit a couple of local bars. It was something you used to do before you met your boyfriend, but after you started dating, he began to distance you from your group of friends.

You drowned your sorrows with the cheap booze that filled your drinks. Some of them you bought yourself, and others were bought for you. You tried your hardest to immerse yourself in your friends’ conversation, but you just couldn’t pay attention. The love-drunk couples around you brought back memories of you with your ex, making you wish that you could’ve been as in love as they were. The music was blasting, too loud for you to hear anything other than the trashy y2k hits you used to love. It all was becoming way too much, and you were about to throw in the towel, surrendering your desire to have fun for another night alone in your apartment. You were getting ready to turn to your friends to say goodbye when you felt a hand lightly graze your arm.

“Hey, beautiful,” you heard the voice say. You knew he was Scottish; he had a beautiful accent, something that always turned you on.

You fought to maintain your composure. He was gorgeous, and you had no idea why he would come to you out of all people when you were looking the most miserable in your seat.

“Hi,” you muttered, trying to mask the uneasiness in your voice. What did he want from you? What did he see in you? What was he looking for?

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” he responded.

You hated when men came up to you in bars. It always made you feel so degraded when they tried to hit on you; they always wanted something more than a friendly conversation. Yet when he did it, it made you feel differently. You knew he wasn’t looking for something more than you had to offer, and that made you more comfortable.

“I’m not alone,” you replied, courage coming back to you, “My friends are with me.” You looked over, seeing half of your friends flirting with a group of guys at the pool table.

He smirked, “It doesn’t look like they’re too worried about you right now, darlin’.”

The use of the pet name released a warm feeling throughout your body, moving straight to your core causing you to cross your legs tighter, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Mind if I keep you company, dear?” he questioned, pulling out a chair to sit next to you.

“Not at all,” you smiled. You began to relax at his easy nature. You’d gotten pretty good at reading people over the years, and he was by far the only man who’d made you feel comfortable while sitting at a bar.

His conversation was effortless, his jokes were funny, and his eyes kept looking over you in a way you thought was more than friendly, but you didn’t mind. He said he was an actor, but the way he told you didn’t seem arrogant or conceited at all. He was confident, you could tell, but even then he didn’t make it seem like he was more important than anyone else. You had your fair share of wannabee actors believe that they were above everybody when the only thing they’d actually been in was a commercial for a local business. He asked you about your life, your story, what made you happy. He made you feel important and wanted, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

As the night went on, your conversation with the mystery man continued. Your friends were getting ready to hit another bar on the far side of town. Not wanting your chat to end, you decided to stay where you were. Your friends smiled at your change in mood, aware that you were starting to forget all about the man who broke your heart.

People began to clear out of the bar at a faster rate. You looked at your phone, reading about 2:00 AM, and realized that the bar was getting ready to close. He offered to walk you home, which you gladly accepted. As you arrived at your door you invited him inside, not even knowing his name, but feeling completely at ease with his presence.

He followed you to the kitchen, watching as you pulled out a few ingredients to make a final nightcap. The topics of conversation became more intimate, now introducing personal problems and philosophical views. You even told him things you hadn’t told some of your closest friends.

As he downed the last few drops of his cocktail, he walked closer to you, letting you smell some of the alcohol lingering on his breath. He brought your chin up with his hand, holding you in place so you could look at him. You felt your heart beat faster, racing like it would explode out of your chest. You examined every freckle and contour of his face, falling deeper in love with the beautiful nameless man in front of you.

“You’re really pretty,” he whispered. He sounded like he was giving a statement more than a compliment.

“Yeah?” you questioned. The alcohol was starting to hit you, making you feel more confident than ever in what you wanted from him.

“Yeah,” he replied. You couldn’t quite make out the expression on his face, but you were pretty sure that he felt the same way.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. It was a change in tone from earlier that night. His confidence seemed to falter.

You smiled, “I don’t even know your name.” That was in no way stopping you from kissing him, but you were in a mood to tease that night.

He returned your expression, “It’s alright, sweetheart. I’ll let you try and guess,” he finished, gently pulling your chin up to kiss him.

You could taste the residual liquor on his mouth. He tasted sweet, mixed with a hint of cigarette smoke. You snaked your hands around his neck, tangling your fingers through his graying hair, pulling a moan from him when you tugged on it. Your desire for him began to take over your body, clouding your mind until all you could think about was him. You brought your hands down you the collar of his shirt, running your hands down his body until they met his belt. He knew what you wanted when you started tugging on it, momentarily releasing his grip on your body to pull his pants down to his knees. His cock strained against his boxers, begging to be let out. Your hands found the hem of your dress; you wiggled your hips to bring it above your head, smirking when you heard him groan at the sight of your half-naked body. You pulled his head back down to you to kiss him again, pulling him to the couch to get more comfortable.

You pushed him on the couch, straddling him as his hands gripped the seat. His hips desperately ground against yours, begging for you to take pity and fuck him. You answered his pleas and pulled his cock out, watching it become red and weep with pre-cum. You gave it a few gentle tugs, making it become rock-hard in your hand. You felt yourself growing wetter as he played with your breasts, pulling them out of your bra to pinch and play with your nipple, causing you to whine. He pulled your head back down to his, kissing you hungrily, moaning into your mouth as you continued playing with his cock.

You couldn’t wait any longer. You needed him inside you like you needed air to breathe. You tilted your hips to give yourself better access, gathering some of your wetness with the tip of his cock. With one swift move of your hips, he was completely inside you, causing you to both groan at the new full feeling. You rolled your hips in wide circles, chasing that high you were desperate to meet for months. His hands met your hips, running his soft fingers over the curves of your body. He wasn’t sure if he would ever get the chance again, so he used this moment to mentally trace every mark and perfect imperfection of your body.

“Fuck, love, I’m close,” he groaned.

“Shit, me too,” you cried.

His hips started jolting up to meet yours, feeling your walls begin to pulse around him. Your moves became sloppier as you lost control of your body while you reached your high. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, watching your release cover and milk his cock. His moans became louder and his nails dug deeper into you, almost to the point of breaking skin.

“Where do you want it love?” he grunted, his voice hoarse.

“In me. Please, in me,”

At your words, he finally came, unable to hold it in any longer. You felt the warm strings of his release shoot through your body, relaxing your muscles in your post-orgasm haze.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

You giggled as you lifted your leg to sit next to him, both of you still catching your breath.

“I really like you, you know,” he said, barely a whisper, not meeting your eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I-, I don’t want this to be just a one-time thing. I want something more with you.”

His words made you smile. You reached your hand out to him, pulling him in by the neck, giving him another kiss.

“It’s James,” he spoke.

“What?”

“My name. It’s James.”

buy me a ko-fi?

#james mcavoy smut #james mcavoy imagine #james mcavoy #james mcavoy x reader

521 notes · View notes

captain-fantasy · 2 years

Note

Could you do a tom hiddleston smut where he and reader who's an actress in the MCU and daughter of RDJ are dating in secret, and he gets jealous when the other co-stars flirt with her. (If it's not tm trouble)

Thx!

I'm Yours - Tom Hiddleston x reader (18+ only! Minors DNI)

Warnings: (18+ Minors DNI), smut, age-gap relationship, piv sex, orgasm denial, anal, creampie

This wasn’t how you expected the night to end.

When you came to the newest Avengers movie premiere, you and your boyfriend, Tom, arrived in different cars. The two of you had been extremely careful in making sure no one knew you were dating and had been successful in hiding from everyone. Not even your parents, or even some of your closest friends, were aware. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of him, he was the best relationship that you’d ever had, but you both thought it smart to stay out of the spotlight for once. You knew he had devoted fans that would’ve tried to tear you both apart, and no matter how many times he told you that nothing would make him feel differently about you, the thought of someone being better for him always stuck in the back of your head. It didn’t help that he was significantly older. Your family had made it known that they had wanted you to date appropriately in your age range.

Working on set together before you were dating was tortuous. Quick glances, lingering touches, and hugs that seemed too friendly became common for the two of you, as neither of you wanted to be the first to admit your feelings for each other, which would risk ruining the strong friendship you had.

Not telling anyone about your relationship proved unfortunate when some co-stars of yours, most notably Evans and Stan, would constantly tease and flirt with you, mostly trying to get a rise out of your dad, Robert. Tom wasn’t able to defend you. He wasn’t able to put his arm around your waist and claim you as his own. He couldn’t leave visible purple marks across your body, announcing that you were his and only his. All of your marks were left in places where only the two of you could see them; on your waist or in between your thighs were his favorite places to leave hickies. Love bites, he called them.

Nobody could see the marks, but you could feel them, and you knew they were there.

And that’s how you ended up where you were. Pressed up against the sink counter while Tom bit and grabbed at your skin harder than he ever had before. It was unnatural for him, usually, he was a very soft and romantic lover. He never did anything you were uncomfortable with and would ask you for consent before he did anything. Tonight, however, he was pushed too far. Sebastian went along with his usual teasing, adding a lingering touch on your lower back while he sweet-talked you. You could see Tom staring at you in the corner of your eye. You saw the muscles in his jaw tighten, as well as the veins flex in his hand as he tightened his grip around the glass he was holding. He was never jealous before, and seeing him act like that turned you on unexplainably. As soon as the group of people around you dispersed, Tom grabbed your wrist, pulling you to the nearest bathroom to execute what he was thinking about the entire night.

“Tom,” you stuttered, “Love, just slow down a second.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he growled, “Do you think I’m just going to let another man touch you while you’re mine?”

You could feel yourself getting wetter as he snarled against your skin. Him finally claiming you was the most intoxicating sensation you’ve ever experienced. As much as he loved you, he always made sure you knew that you were independent and completely capable of making your own choices. Tonight, that rule was disregarded. Tom wanted to make sure you knew who you belonged to.

He broke the kiss for only a few moments to loosen his tie from his neck, undo his belt, and pull his dress pants down. He returned his attention back to you to bring your dress up to your waist, groaning at the sight of your bare pussy.

“No panties?” he questioned. He was by no means upset with you.

“No,” you confirmed, “You know you’re the only one who takes my clothes off.”

He grunted in approval, bringing your hips to sit on the edge of the counter. The cool feeling of the marble did little to relieve your burning skin. Tom wrapped your legs around his waist, placing his hands on the small of your back for support. He teased your slit with the tip of his cock, gathering your wetness as he continued. You used your legs to push him closer, begging him to fuck you. Without any further warning, Tom fully pushed himself into you. The position you were in was something you’d never done before, and the new angle allowed you to feel every inch of his cock as you felt it stretch and burn your walls. His moans and grunts in your ear were shamelessly filthy. It was obvious he didn’t give a shit about who heard him. You broke your gaze at him to look at the door in front of you. Anyone could walk in and see Tom between your legs, driving into you with such great force that you would surely be unable to walk tomorrow. It turned you on indescribably.

You felt the knot in your stomach begin to unravel, and you could tell that you were nearing your edge. Tom felt your walls pulsing around him, the telltale sign that you were about to cum. He pulled out without any warning, causing you to whimper at the empty feeling.

“Tom-” you started.

“Turn around,” he ordered, grabbing you by the hips to move you exactly how he wanted.

He used his hands to gently spread your thighs, giving himself enough space to position himself behind you. The two of you hadn’t really experimented with each other in the bedroom, usually resorting to missionary at night. Though you were always satisfied, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering about what it would feel like to have Tom not hold back and have his way with you.

Tonight you were going to find out.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, alright?” he started. Even if he was upset, he would never forgive himself for hurting you.

“Just hurry up, Tom, please,” you begged, fingers gripping the counter where your hands braced yourself.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“I’d forgive you.”

With one quick push, he was inside you. The new burning sensation was almost painful, making you push back against him. After getting used to the feeling, you loved the way it burned, the way he stretched your walls around him. You started to relax, your legs became limp and you weren’t sure if you could hold yourself up for much longer. Tom could feel your body getting weaker, returning his hands to your waist to help keep you stable.

The feeling of your high nearing the edge returned, and this time, Tom didn’t want to hold back. He wanted you to know that he was the only one who could make you feel that good, however, to him it felt like he was trying to prove it to himself.

His thrusts became sloppier, and the noises he made were the same ones you heard when you knew he was about to finish. His grip on you tightened as he felt your walls clench around him again. He continued to fuck you while you rode out your high, making you oversensitive and almost feeling painful. With a final thrust, he released himself into you, pulling out to watch your mixed juices run down your ass onto your thighs. The sight of it made his cock twitch.

Both of you continued to catch your breath as you cleaned yourself up. You fixed your clothes and tried to make it look like you didn’t just have sex in the bathroom. Your watch read 8:00 pm, the starting time of the premiere. You looked at him worried that you’d be late, watching as his boyish grin returned.

“It’s alright, love. I think it’s time to go home anyway,” he whispered, bringing your face to his for a final kiss.

“Skip the premiere?” you asked, not really disappointed because it meant you could have Tom for another round.

“I’d skip every premiere if it meant we could do that again,” he laughed, “Let’s go home, darling. I’ve got a few things I still wanna do tonight,” he finished, holding his hand out for you to grab it.

“Lead the way,” you replied, grabbing it.

buy me a ko-fi?

#tom hiddleston smut #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston fandom #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddelston imagine #tom hiddelston x reader #tom hiddleston #tom hiddelston icons

653 notes · View notes

captain-fantasy · 2 years

Text

Long Day - Billy Russo x reader (18+ only!)

Warnings: smut, oral f!receiving, edging, teasing, mentions of bruises. That’s all, I think.

1.6k words

You pulled the door to your apartment open and slammed it behind you, letting out a loud huff as you dropped all of your bags next to the kitchen table.

“Long day?” Billy asked, clearly knowing the answer.

“You don’t know the half of it,” you mumbled, turning to face the other way, placing your hands on the kitchen table.

Billy laughed under his breath. He walked closer to you, grabbing you by the hips and pressing himself onto you.

“Bill-”

“Let me take care of you, darlin’. I’ll make you forget all about today,” he whispered, leaning on of you, making sure you felt every inch of him.

You started to feel yourself get lost in his touch. You furrowed your brows, feeling your breath hitch in your throat while using all the willpower you had left to not give into him. He heard your groan while pulling away from him, making him feel quite proud of himself for being able to elicit that response from you.

“As much as I would love that, I need to take a shower and go to sleep,” you said, not fully believing yourself, “I’ve got an even longer day waiting for me tomorrow.”

He didn’t say anything else after but released the tight grip he had on you so you could walk across the apartment. You left his hold and went into the bathroom, pushing the shower curtain open and turning on the water, placing your hand in the stream to check the temperature.

You took your clothes off in front of the mirror, lightly tracing your fingers over some sore bites and bruises that had begun to heal since your last long night with Billy. Stepping into the shower, you quietly sighed at the feeling of the hot water relieving your tight skin. In turn, you felt your shoulders drop, only then realizing how much stress you were carrying in your body. After finishing your shower, you carefully stepped out of the tub, grabbing your pile of clothes to take to the laundry basket.

Billy saw you shuffle into the room, bringing a trail of wet footsteps behind you. He kept his eyes on you as you bent down to grab some pajamas, watching the little beads of water roll down the curves of your naked body.

“Do you mind?” you groused, trying to sound as annoyed as you could.

“Not at all,” he smirked, sliding out of bed to meet you.

You tried your best to not give into him, but shit he was making it so difficult. He ran his fingers over your hips, pulling his hands to the small of your back, pressing his thumbs into you right above the curve of your ass. You bit back a moan, feeling your body start to tense again as he pulled you into his grasp. Billy wrapped his arms around your waist, smiling as your nude body pressed against his bare chest. He felt so warm, so comforting, and he could see you battle your thoughts as he squeezed you closer to him. His heartbeat was steady, but he could feel yours start to pick up against him, making him even cockier.

“Bill, I-,”

“Shh, you don’t have to do anything, sweetheart. Just let me take care of you,” he whispered, bringing his hand up to hold your throat in place.

Involuntarily, you let out a broken whine, completely content on quitting your fight to resist him. You not wanting to break had nothing to do with you not wanting him, but he had constantly teased you about how quickly you caved whenever he touched you, even with a slight graze on your skin.

Turns out he was right.

You let him pull you back to bed, letting your body relax into the mattress. His eyes met yours as he positioned himself on top of you, bracing himself by holding onto the headboard while using his free hand to position you how he wanted. You brought your hands up to hold his face, letting your thumb draw small circles on his cheekbone.

You pulled him closer to you, his body flush against yours while his lips left an open mouth trail of kisses down the side of your neck. The sense of pride you tried to hold had completely faltered as soon as he touched you. You slid your hand up the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. As Billy felt you tug on his hair, he let out a low groan, bringing up his hand to squeeze the meat of your thighs. It was your turn to feel cocky. You’d barely touched him and he was already a mess in your hands.

His kisses traveled down your body, paying extra attention to the space between your breasts. He brought both his hands down to play with them, squeezing your nipples between his fingers, smiling when he felt you twitch.

He could feel the anticipation coming off of you. He could feel you becoming desperate for him, and all it did was make him want to tease you more.

Your neediness was taking control of your body, causing you the whine as he continued.

“Billy, please, I need you to touch me,” you begged, knowing that your tone gave away your desperation for him.

“I am touching you,” he replied matter-of-factly.

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

A slight laugh left him, he was becoming far too arrogant. After what felt like an eternity, he made his way further down your body, positioning his face between your thighs, leaving small nips and licks on the skin of your inner thigh. He grazed his fingers down the slit of your core with a feathery touch, watching as your body moved with a mind of its own, begging for him to do something more.

He started to take pity on you and finally returned his mouth to your core, deciding to end your torment. Your thighs promptly squeezed his head, being moved only when Billy placed them over his shoulder to get better access. You grinded against his face, desperately begging for release after being tortured by him for hours. His moans vibrated through you, traveling so far as to feel the rumble in your chest.

“Bill, please,” you breathed, “I’m so, so close.”

He made sure to pay extra attention to your clit, sucking it and bringing it between his teeth, driving you insane. You could feel his beard scratch against your skin, the contrast only bringing you closer to your edge.

“Cum for me, darlin’. Come on, I wanna taste you,” he growled.

You tangled your hand into his hair again, pushing him further into you. The knot in your stomach begin to come undone, legs shaking as you rode out your high. You panted breathlessly, feeling sweat bead off of your body as you came back to reality.

Billy returned to his original position on top of you, cradling the back of your neck in his hand to kiss you again. You could taste some of yourself still on him, as faint as it was. It was clear he tried to get every last drop there was.

“How do you feel now, sweetheart?” he whispered, the caring and protective tone returning to his voice. He always sounded like that after he felt like he went too hard.

“I’m alright, Bill. Much better,” you assured him.

He wasn’t evil. He knew that you did have a long day ahead of you. You would certainly be beaten by the time you came home tomorrow, and that’s why he didn’t request anything from you. All that mattered was that you felt better, but you were both sure that he would be rewarded for his actions the next day.

buy me a ko-fi?

#ben barnes smut #ben barnes x reader #billy russo #billy russo smut #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x reader #ben barnes headcannon #writing

461 notes · View notes