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I looooved the way u wrote Matt n I wanted to ask if u could do a nsfw alphabet about him? But I also noticed on ur masterlist u havent written one yet and if u dont want to thats fine :>
Matt Murdock NSFW Alphabet
Hello lovely Nonnie! Thank you for sending this through, this was a nice, quick and fun piece to do so thanks for sending it through. Happy to do nsfw nbcs, I just never have had a request for one before. It's obviously my first time, so I hope you enjoy! Do let me know what you think! :)
Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!, smutty smut smut I guess? Not proof or beta read!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
This man lives for aftercare. Matt Murdock is without a doubt, absolutely obsessed with physical touch and indulging in it after the act as a form of aftercare, no matter the type of sex you just had, oral or penetrative. He’s obsessed with your body and how your skin feels against his and how your skin feels when he runs his fingertips over goosebumps, scars, moles, stretch marks, all of your curves and muscles. He likes to be clean but even if he’s sweaty he still likes to cuddle you, he needs to feel your skin against his, to press his head into your neck to tickle your sensitive skin and to deeply inhale your scent. He’s attentive to any needs you have, he smiles as he listens to your heart steadily beating and relaxing from that high, and he’s extremely affectionate. If you have hair he’ll be playing with it however he knows that you like and if not, he’ll be caressing your face gently as well while you cuddle.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favourite body part of a partner’s is their mouth/lips. He loves the way that his partner’s mouth feels against his, how soft it is to kiss, the shape of your lips and tracing them with his fingertips, how he can feel your lips move and it affects the rest of your face when you smile and laugh, how your mouth is where your gorgeous laugh comes from, your voice, and also the moans he loves to hear from you.
His favourite body part of his, is his hands. He loves physical touch and his hands allow him to indulge in that sense by being affectionate and being able to touch your body all over. He can caress you with his hands, feel the goosebumps along your bare skin when you strip down, he can feel how you clench around his digits when he’s inside of you. His hands are the perfect way for him to indulge in you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He’s a Catholic… He’d use the preferred protection methods of his partners but he has no issue with cum. I don’t know if this is a controversial take, but Matt Murdock is certainly into cumplay…
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He wants to explore his submissive side more, he likes the slight feeling of dominance with a partner who bites him, he likes his neck being bitten. He either hasn’t tried pegging but really wants to be pegged, or he’s been pegged and really loves it but it takes him a little while to work up to feeling comfortable communicating that.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
To absolutely nobody’s surprise, Matt is extremely experienced. He has a playful charm that makes everyone in a five-block radius swoon. As Foggy has pointed out over and over again, he’s an absolute magnet for beautiful people of all shapes, sizes, and colours, and people absolutely fall for his handsome, tortured soul energy that he brings to everything. He certainly didn’t shy away from the attention in college he got for his looks and charm, one of the only ‘sins’ he didn’t feel the need to repent for in his college years. Foggy’s jokes have been longstanding in Matt’s life. He’s an experienced icon, he knows what he likes now and he knows how to please.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Matt’s favourite position is positions of cuddle and spooning sex. He loves the intimacy of becoming one and being as physically close to each other as possible, the position is sensual and intimate and he loves being able to press right up against you, your buddies wrap around each other and having his face pressed so closely to you. He can feel everything about you with all of his senses in the most overwhelming and amazing way.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Matt is a more serious lover, there’s gentle caresses and words spoken that are filled with love and need. Sometimes, in a slightly more cockier mood he may be a little less serious and have that devilish grin on his face and make a couple of more teasing comments and witty remarks to spice things up while he’s bringing you to release, but generally he’s more serious when you two are together during sex.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Matt likes to be well-groomed in general and that applies to all of him including downstairs, he doesn’t necessarily like shaving down there but his preference is that he likes to keep things tidy and trimmed for himself. A view he’d never oppose on others and he’d never criticise or be put off by hair or a lack of.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
The intimacy is never lacking with Matt, he’s proud on his lovemaking abilities and he knows he’s an expert of the art of making partners swoon with his big brown eyes and charms. Matt is a passionate, sensual, lover who always makes sure you feels special and checks in on you in the sweetest, most genuine but also hot ways. He knows just how to romance you up and make the foreplay incredible with the goal of giving you as much pleasure as possible. He loves intimacy, there’s lots of affectionate touching, the sex often is in cuddling positions. His body moves in ways to reassure you of how much he yearns and worships you, his words are filled with love and passion during sex. He makes it intimate and filled with love.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesn’t jack off very often. He prefers being intimate with others and he’s always had plenty of opportunities for mutual pleasure with others that he’s rarely felt the need to pleasure himself like that. He rarely does, and whenever he has he usually does it in the shower. He tries to focus on the feelings of pleasure and on the sound of the shower water running to drown out the rest of the overwhelming landscape of New York while he chases his high with swift strokes. But he prefers the feeling of someone else’s hands, fortunately, he has you now. And your hands are better than any feeling he could ever give himself.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Matt’s delved into and is pretty into bondage. He likes the feeling of the power dynamics, the gain and loss of power and control, how it feels on skin. He doesn’t mind who is who, he’s more than happy to be tied up for you and to surrender that type of control to you. He trusts you and wants to be used to give you as much pleasure as possible. But he’s also more than okay with being the one to tie you up and feel those materials against your skin and wear his signature smirk as he does.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Matt isn’t an exhibitionist and he’s not really into public or outdoors sex. He much prefers to keep sex in the privacy of his own home, the world is often overwhelming for him and there’s always a million things going on, in his little private corner that’s home, his partner can be just all his and it’s much easier for him to focus on and enjoy being with his partner. He loves the comfort and intimacy of keeping it in the bedroom, but Matt also loves the intimacy of spooning and cuddle sex on the couch.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Matt’s a giver, a pleaser, what gets him going is the mere idea of pleasuring you, he just wants to please you and give you the sweet, sweet, sweet release you deserve. It’s what turns him on and what gets him going, you always need to orgasm first, that’s his goal during intimacy and he tried to create an orgasm gap, one that’s in your favour.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He’s into bondage and we know that he has nothing against some light choking, but beyond that, he’s the type of man who still tries to be as good and respectful as possible. He wouldn’t be into more rough and violent sex or the more hardcore side of BDSM, he’d always be too scared to hurt his partners and the idea of inflicting intentional pain like that makes him very uncomfortable.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Matt is more than okay with receiving oral but there’s not doubt about it, he significantly prefers giving oral instead of receiving. As we’ve already clarified, he’s a giver. He wants to give you oral as much as you want him to, he’d happily spend his life buried in you, holding onto, gripping and caressing your thighs as he does. He’s obsessed with your taste, the way your body reacts as he’s pleasuring you and how he can sense everything going on with your hormones, pheromones, heartbeat, your breathing and then again as you orgasm. He loves to give oral and he’s absolutely skilled at it, he’s a king of it. He knows just how to use his mouth in the best possible way that makes you feel so good and gets you in your favourite places.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
His pace and style is always sensual when he’s with you. He’s done faster paced sex and sex that’s been more rough but he loves slow, sensual lovemaking while he cuddles and buries himself deep into you with a perfect pace that makes it last and is the definition of sensual.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He likes to go all out with sex, for everyone involved to get their fair share of orgasms. Matt isn’t the biggest fan of his quickies but in angsty moments, he has been known to have a more angsty, potentially more rougher quickie than his usual slower and sensual lovemaking. It’s still filled with passion though. But he doesn’t do quickies often.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Matt’s definitely game to experiment and to communicate about it, listen to ideas with an open-mind and he’s curious in a charming way about things. He’s open to trying new positions, new toys, some different styles and dynamics. But he’s not into risks or experimentation that’s on the more moderate to extreme side of the spectrum. He’s not an exhibitionist type so he wouldn’t take those kind of risks with sexual activity and he wouldn’t be into risks in the world of bodily harm for example.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Matt lives off giving pleasure in the bedroom and is more than content with just going one round or having one orgasm if you’ve received everything you wanted and needed. He’s flexible and happy to please. But it also goes without saying that this man is the definition of sexual stamina, he can easily go multiple rounds and has no issue with lasting long. His rounds definitely aren’t short. He’s only interested in multiple rounds though if it’s what you crave.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Matt never owned toys and didn’t use them on himself, over time he started to experiment with toys and would happily use them on partners and had nothing against them really. He’d always smile while holding one in his hands, feeling it as a partner told him what it did and how it was used. This man has no security issues with toys, and views them as aids and fun, not competition.
After dating you, there’s a drawer in the dresser that has a few different toys which he has no issue with. He’s definitely more experienced with them now, having tried things like vibrating strokers but he much prefers using toys on his partner. There’s an immediate smirk on his face as he turns them on, starts using them and hears your sweet noises and feels your body react.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s a pleaser and a giver, he’s not really into edging because he just wants to give you pleasure, as much of it as he can, as soon as possible. There are times where he can be a bit playful and tease you, but you don’t even really need to beg for him to stop teasing and give in. He’s just so eager to please and doesn’t want to waste time when he could be loving on your body and making you so happy.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Matt’s pretty vocal and he’s not ashamed of that. He lets out a lot of groans as his brow furrows during sex, it’s an automatic response from him, he naturally makes noises, he’s known to whimper when he’s feeling sensitive and overstimulated, he moans but its his groans that are his loudest, most often and sexiest noise.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
That he can become a really needy and clingy lover, especially if you’re coming to the end after a day of multiple rounds. He’s always got to have at least one hand of his on you, he smothers you in kisses. He has you laid on the bed and he’s just still lazily going down on you, slowly as if you’re a dessert that he needs to be savoured. You also happen to be the best dessert he’s ever been able to put in his mouth and enjoy.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Whatever you rock with!
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Generally, Matt Murdock has a longing in his bones that his eyes cannot hide and pierces you with a desperate yearning for touch and love, in that type of matter of the word. But his sex drive is moderate and flexible, he gets a lot of pleasure out of giving pleasure so he doesn’t have an issue being with partners with lower or higher sex drives. He’s someone though who would be happy to just give much more often than receive or have penetrative intercourse as well though.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It depends. He’s big on aftercare and physical affection, so he definitely prioritises that and wouldn’t fall asleep immediately as he’d want to spend time cuddling and talking. After a long ‘double-shift’ of his lawyer by day and vigilante by night lifestyle, there would be times after sex where he would cuddle you and after a bit of talk, he’d fall asleep cuddling you and listening to the drum of your heartbeat as it lulls him to sleep. But sometimes he just likes to cuddle and talk to a ridiculous hour in the morning, he’s definitely an insomniac.
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Thanks to @chaithetics for fuelling my love for dev Patel and for rambling on about monkey man! Please go watch it if you ever get a chance dev Patel has out done himself
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we were written in the stars
@swiftiscruff gift exchange ♡
I hope I’m not too late!! I’ve been looking at this exchange all weekend, and I’ve just been trying to figure out what I wanted to say. And after like 40 something hours… I think I’ve got an idea.
First and foremost, I want to say a big thank you to @swiftispunk and @joelscruff for creating such a beautiful little thing for all of us to come together and celebrate the beauty that is love and friendship. I also want to say that what you two have is truly beautiful, and it makes my heart so warm to see what this site has to offer us beyond the realm of the internet walls.
Second, for my gift exchange, I’ve created this little mood board in an attempt to encapsulate the pure welcome and love that everyone has made me feel from the very moment I began my journey on here. And of course, I had to include our favorite man because a good chunk of us, and a good chunk of our friendships, probably wouldn’t be here without him to bring us together.
There’s so much I can say. There’s so much I want to say. But there aren’t enough words or brain skills to truly articulate the way that I feel about the people I’ve had the absolute honor to interact with here on this site. From interacting with my readers (even in the form of a comment, a reblog, or simply seeing your blog in my notifications, I notice it all) to interacting with fellow writers on here, there’s something so real and so raw about the way this community harnesses love and creativity and friendship on here, and I really have never experienced anything like it. It’s beautiful, it’s breathtaking, it’s unreal.
This is getting long. I’m sorry. I guess, what I’m trying to say is: whatever path we’re on, however long it took us to get where we are now, one thing is for sure. The love and the bonds we’ve created here, I truly believe they— we were written in the stars. One way or another, our souls would’ve interacted in some kind of way, and I’m beyond excited to see what more our paths have for us.
You all have truly been my saving grace, in more ways than one. I love you. 🩶
Forever yours, L.
Also ew sorry this looks so gross since tumblr is being weird with the tags right now lololol
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I’m 100% sure there’s so much more that I can name, but I’m sure tumblr will fight me if I tag any more. If I didn’t tag you, it really was unintentional. If I could, I truly would tag every single 1.5k of you (yes, we hit a milestone guys!🥹 I’ll be posting the celebration soon). I love you all. I wouldn’t be here without any of you, truly, so thank you cat and han for giving me the chance to show my love and appreciation. My heart is so so so full.
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The Lack of Kenergy
(Dieter x horror loving female)
Words: 610
Summary: Dieter is upset over the results of the 96th Academy Awards. Sorry to people who liked Oppenheimer, it was a good movie, but it wasn’t my favourite film of the year.
Warnings: opinions on films that you may not agree with, two people who are in love but also really horny for each other so lots of saucy suggestions!
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It was night and you were in bed reading a book.
Alone.
There was a severe lack of Dieter in bed. You were so used to the blanket of his body warmth you almost felt a little cold.
You knew the Academy Awards were on in the afternoon, so he was probably watching that. Normally, neither of you cared much about them but this year his favourite film Barbie had been nominated and he greatly cared about it and wanted to know whether it had won anything.
Eventually, he walked into the bedroom with such a glum look on his face. He fell onto the bed face down and gave out a whine much in the way an upset puppy would.
You couldn’t help but stroke his hair sympathetically, “Dieter, what’s wrong?”
You couldn’t hear his mumble, so you nudged him to sit up.
“Barbie didn’t win Best Picture.”
“Oh, so that’s what you were up to,” he nodded. “So who won?”
“Oppenheimer.”
You rolled your eyes, “Of course they did.”
He turned to face you, “They won way too many awards.”
“Did they win Best Costume?”
“No, that went to Poor Things.”
“Oh good, I liked those costumes.”
“Yeah they were, but Barbie went through years of doll history to recreate several outfits for every character and so much thought was put into them.”
“Sounds like they were snubbed a bit.”
“They did win Best Song.”
“I’m Just Ken?”
“No, What Was I Made For.”
“Well, at least it won something.”
Dieter sighed, “Yeah but it deserved more. Honestly, I didn’t think Oppenheimer was as amazing as everyone made it out to be.”
“Yeah, personally I thought it was a bit long and the fast-paced editing left me with anxiety.” He gave you a concerning look, but you shrugged it off. “But what do you expect? It ticked all the boxes; it’s a film about a prominent American figure of history.”
Dieter scoffed, “Barbie is a prominent figure of American history.”
“It’s a film about mans role in the world.”
“Barbie did that too, but with more humour and an awesome musical number.”
You sighed, “It’s a film that people will talk about for years to come.”
“I think people will talk about Barbie far longer as it speaks to a wider array of people.”
“Oh, but you forget that Oppenheimer was written and directed by men and the judging is mostly white men. They’ll say it’s the most important film of the year.”
“Yeah, for white men it is. Ugh, it’s all a dick competition with them.”
“Wouldn’t you win that every time?”
“Yeah, but then it’ll bruise there fragile egos. That’s why I stopped dating men.” He snuggled close to you. “In fact, I’d given up on dating and accepted the fact that I was doomed to die alone. But then you had to go and ruin those plans.”
“Oh? How am I going to be punished?”
“Well, for starters,” he sat up so he was sitting right next to you. “I’m going to marry you. Then you’ll be stuck with me for all eternity.”
“For all eternity?”
“Do you think death is going to keep us apart?”
You couldn’t help but smile, “That’s not going to happen for…how long now?”
“Six months and 21 days,” he said that without having to think about it.
“So what about in the meantime?”
“Oh,” he kissed your neck. “I’m thinking the blindfold, if you want?”
Giving a tiny nod of consent, you asked, “Can I rant about the lack of nominations for female directors?”
“Will this include Greta Gerwigs snub and the double standards?” You nodded. “Oh absolutely.”
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call it what you want
PAIRING stewy hosseini x roy!reader
PROMPT “why are you ignoring me?”
SUMMARY whenever stewy is at the office, he always stops by to say hello. but recently he has been walking right past you without saying a word. you’ve had enough.
TAGS @chaithetics @lukas-matsson @violentdelightsandviolentends
WARNINGS brief mention of drugs, fluff
WORD COUNT 3.1k
NOTES my first time ever writing an actual one shot! please go easy on me lol. if you would like to be added to my taglist please let me know! enjoy my loves 🩷
While you were the youngest Roy sibling, you still had an important role at Waystar Royco. You went into the office every day just like your brothers, Kendall and Roman. Your father had been grooming the three of you to be in the business for as long as you can remember. You were always more interested in the family business than your sister so you, Kendall, and Roman were the ones who were always in the office. You did a lot of what they did, go to board meetings, meet with investors and board members, organize offers on your father’s behalf, et cetera. Most of the board members would rather deal with you than your brothers and you took that seriously. So, when Stewy Hosseini suddenly ended up on Waystar’s board, your job got even more complicated.
You had known Stewy as long as he had known Kendall. They met in their first year of college, but you only met him in person when you were eighteen and they were twenty-three. As soon as you met him you were enamored. Not only was he one of the most attractive people you had ever seen, but he was also passionate and motivated, which were traits you looked for in relationships. You became good friends over the years, you knew he was always in your corner and vice versa. You crushed on him from afar, planning on never letting anyone know of your feelings. One, he was older than you, and two, he was Kendall’s best friend. He could only ever see you as Ken’s baby sister… right?
Fast forward to the present, Stewy was in the office more and more. You saw each other if there was a board meeting and always found time to talk. If he was visiting Ken, he would always stop by your office or find out where you were just to say hi. Always. Even if he just saw you the day before. He would end up staying for at least an hour because you both get caught up talking to one another. You always had great conversations with each other even if you didn’t always have similar interests. One day he was walking around with Roman at the office. To get to Roman’s office, they would have to pass yours. You saw them coming and anticipated Stewy, at least, smiling or waving. They just walked right past and entered Roman’s office. He’ll probably stop by after, you think and resume your work. After a while you heard him leave Roman’s office and you smiled to yourself, thinking he would stop in. He did not. He walked out of Roman’s office and walked directly to the elevators, intent on leaving. You frowned to yourself. Did he not see you? Or is he just busy? There is a board meeting tomorrow so you could talk then.
Stewy walked into the meeting right as they were about to start, so you didn’t get to talk beforehand. You tend to linger after the meetings anyway in case any of the members need you for something. At the end of the meeting, Frank did pull you aside to mention something. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Stewy leaving the meeting room. Sometimes he’ll leave and just go wait in your office, so you assume that’s what he’s doing now. You smile to yourself and then turn back to Frank. When you’re finished with your conversation, you head back to your office. You start racking your brain for things you have been meaning to tell him with a smile growing on your face only to walk past your office and find it empty. You halt and look around quizzically. You stop by your assistant’s desk, which is right outside your office, and ask her if anybody stopped by.
“Uh no, not just now,” she answers.
“Oh,” you reply. “Really?”
“Uh huh… Is everything okay? Are you looking for someone?” she asks as you look around the office.
“Uh… no. No, everything’s fine,” you flash her your signature “all good” smile and scurry on back to your office, leaving your assistant confused. She is used to your frantic-ness, so she watches you enter your office and then resumes her work. You plop down on the couch in your office with a sigh. Two days in a row? Is he really THAT busy? No way. Is he avoiding me? What did I do? You shake yourself out of your thoughts because you have work to do. You decide to wait it out and see what happens within the week.
He had been to the office twice more during that week and avoided you completely. You were fed up. What the hell did I do? Why is he being such a dick? You call him on Friday evening, and he doesn’t pick up. No way he is THAT busy. Fucking ass. Fine, if he wants to play that game, I can play that game! You in fact did not want to play that game but he started it. Yes, you’re aware that is childish, but your anger is blinding you and you’re feeling petty. The weekend passes and nothing else happens. There’s a board meeting on Monday and you decide to confront him afterwards. You were going to force him to talk to you afterwards. He can’t avoid you forever, right?
Though he can try. Once again, he timed his entrance to the meeting so he wouldn’t have to speak to anyone beforehand. He sits down silently, across the wide table from you, like always. He can feel your eyes on him, but he doesn’t look at you. At least not until you’ve scoffed under your breath and turned away from him. You don’t notice his eyes on you amidst your frustration towards him. You focus on Frank and Gerri and their agenda for today’s meeting. You even take notes while Stewy, unbeknownst to you, watches you. More like admires you, really. He’s in awe of you. He is sometimes perplexed on how a person like you can exist in a world as fucked up as yours. He knows it’s changed him, but it never seems to affect you. It overwhelms him, especially since he’s been seeing you in person regularly. Whenever there were stints of time in between your interactions, he could push the thoughts back, pretend they aren’t there. But as your encounters have become more frequent, so have his thoughts about you. He always thought of you, ever since you met. He would read a book or watch a movie and think she would like that, or she would hate that. He keeps a mental checklist of things he knows you like and whenever he sees anything pertaining to that thing, he thinks of you and smiles. He used to think that was special to your friendship. He didn’t have many female friends before you, so he had never experienced this before. It took him a while to realize that people don’t think about their friends that way. He doesn’t want to think of these feelings right now out of fear it’ll overwhelm him. He’s afraid to even open his mouth around you and have everything spew out. So, he avoids you. He knows it’s not right or smart but it’s the only thing he can think of doing right now without ruining everything. As soon as the meeting is adjourned, he’s out of his chair and heading for the door. You immediately move to follow him, ignoring the looks from Frank and the others as you do. You try to catch up to him as quickly and quietly as you can. When you finally catch up to him, you grab him by the arm and pull him into your office without saying a word.
“What the hell?” He turns to look at you. You don’t bother to answer and instead launch into the rant you had been practicing all morning.
“Did you get a new phone number?” You ask innocently.
“No?” He replies, confused as to why you’re asking.
“And your phone is working?” You continue.
“Yes...”
“And you’ve seen me in my office, right? You’re not going blind?”
“No, I am not going blind,” he sighs.
“Is anyone dying?”
“No, why the hell are you asking me-”
“So, you don’t have any good reason to be avoiding me then?” You finish. He doesn’t reply. You raise your eyebrows as if to say well?
“I haven’t been avoiding you-”
“Save it, Hosseini,” you cut him off immediately. You were tired of playing this game. “Are you mad at me or something?”
“No, why would I be mad at you?”
“I don’t know, I’ve been wracking my brain and I can’t think of anything. What the hell is going on? You’ve been avoiding me for two weeks without a good reason? Seriously? What the fuck?!” You’re starting to get frustrated at this point. You told yourself you would try to remain calm but when he’s looking at you like you're crazy, it’s a bit off-putting. He still hasn’t given you much of a response. You throw your hands in the air and turn away from him. He sighs and puts his hands on his hips.
“You want to know the truth?” he asks softly, causing you to face him again. You nod your head. Another sign comes from him, and he looks at the floor. “Because you drive me fucking insane,” he laughs under his breath. At first, you're not sure you heard him correctly.
“What?” You have never been more confused. “I don’t... What are you talking about, what did I do?”
“It’s not anything you did,” he says, eyes still on the ground. “It’s just you.”
Your forehead creases in confusion. “Okay... Then what-”
“I’ve been avoiding you because I’m afraid I’ll say something I’ll regret,” he exhales. He’s looking at you now, almost sad. You don’t understand.
“Like what? What could you possibly say to me that could be so bad?” You’re exasperated. “You just said I drive you fucking nuts, what am I supposed to fucking do with that?!” You’re shaking your head and starting to pace. He’s upset you; he worded things wrong. “Fuck,” he whispers to himself.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he says, pointing between the two of you.
You turn to face him and breathe out a laugh, “You were doing just fine a week ago!” You stop pacing and look him dead in the eyes. “What the hell changed?”
“Nothing!” he says. He’s exasperated, too. “I just…”
He looks at you, trying to figure out how to word the next part. What he says now will affect your relationship from now on. There’s no going back.
“I don’t know how else to say it so I’m just going to... say it...” he begins. He takes a deep breath and briefly closes his eyes.
“Do you remember when we met?” he asks. You blink a few times, what does that have to do with-
“Yes,” you reply.
“I saw you in the house before Kendall told me who you were. I thought you were beautiful. I mean I still do but... that first time I saw you? I was head over heels already. And then I found out who you were and immediately shut those feelings down. Ken’s baby sister? No way, he would kill me, your dad would kill me, it couldn’t happen. But then I got to know you... and God I was fucking...” he lets out a deep breath.
“You have no idea the effect you have on people, Y/N. How important you are to people. To me.”
A beat passes.
“You’re important to me, too,” you whisper. He smiles and closes his eyes, that thing he does when he genuinely takes what you’re saying to heart. He knows that but it’s still nice to hear.
You’re afraid he’s going to end the conversation there. You take a step towards him and gently say his name, “Stewy-”
Before you can even think of something else to say, he says, “I’m in love with you.”
Now it’s your turn to take a deep breath. He takes that as a sign to continue. “I should have told you sooner but I... I didn’t realize what I was feeling, but I know now. It’s love. I love you, Y/N. I think I always have. You don’t have to say anything or feel the same way, but I owed you an explanation. And an apology. I’m so sorry for everything, especially for making you feel like you did something wrong. You didn’t, you’re... You’re perfect. I’m the asshole.”
When he’s finished, you stare at him for a bit with your mouth open. You then start to shake your head in disbelief.
“You’re an idiot,” you finally say.
“Probably,” he replies. “For what?”
You take a deep breath.
“I have loved you since the minute I laid eyes on you,” you tell him. His stance shifts and he is trying to process what you’re saying. “I just kept it to myself because I always assumed you only saw me as Ken’s annoying little sister.”
“Well, no, that’s Shiv,” he says causing you to laugh. Your laugh makes him smile. “But don’t tell her I said that because she's scarier than you.” You laugh harder.
“God are we really this stupid?” he asks while laughing.
“Speak for yourself, I know what I feel,” you reply. He’s smiling at you and begins to nod.
“You’re right. I’m an idiot.”
You smile at him. “Yeah, well...”
He’s shaking his head in disbelief. “Wait do you really... I mean is this... real? Is this really happening?”
“What did you think would happen?” you ask him.
“Honestly?” You nod. “I thought you would slap me and tell me to fuck off.” That pulls another laugh from you. Eventually he joins in.
“This is real,” you say. “At least, it is for me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. And believe me, I have tried.”
He smiles, “I know. Me either. I mean, you’re it for me. I think I’ve always known that, but I just hadn't accepted it until recently.”
You nod. He takes a step closer to you and takes one of your hands in his. “So... what now?”
“We should probably talk about what all this means, at some point.” He nods in agreement and takes your other hand. “Um, we’ll have to decide if we want people to know... Because that could be tricky business wise. And we’ll have to tell Kendall and my dad, at some point. I don’t think they’re going to be happy but, whatever. We’ll have to inform the board, Sandy, and Sandi, talk to HR-”
“Y/N?” he stops you.
“Hmm?”
“You’re overthinking again.”
“Right. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, it is one of the many things I love about you.” He’s practically beaming as he says this which causes you in turn to beam at him. You move closer so his hands are on your waist and yours are on his shoulders. You look at him.
“Say it again,” you whisper. “Please?”
He doesn’t even need to ask what you mean. He tightens his hold on you and looks into your eyes.
“I love you.”
Your face hurts from smiling. He smiles back at you.
“I love you, too,” you tell him, and he breaks out the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him.
You’re both still beaming at each other when he gently rests his forehead on yours and takes a deep breath.
After a beat he asks, “Can I... can I kiss you?”
“You better,” you tell him, and he tips his head back to laugh. He looks at you and brings a hand to cup your cheek. He searches your eyes for any hesitation and slowly leans in. He gently presses his lips to yours and somehow, it’s even better than either of you had ever imagined. After a moment you break apart and you giggle. He smiles and moves back in to kiss you, his hand firmer on your face. You both can’t stop smiling. You keep the kiss relatively short and tame. When you break apart again, he has your face in both hands and your arms are under his.
“Can I take you to dinner tonight so we can talk?” he asks you.
Before he can even finish the question, you are saying yes.
“Yeah?”
“Yes. I would love that,” you tell him.
“Okay. I’ll pick you up at seven?”
“Perfect.”
“Good,” he’s smiling and leaning back in to kiss you when there is suddenly a knock on the door causing you both to freeze. You can’t see who it is from your position, so you untangle yourself from Stewy and go over to open the door. He sighs as your warmth leaves him. You open the door to your brother, Roman, looking a little pissed. You open the door just wide enough to where he can’t see Stewy in your office.
“Oh, hey Rome, what’s-”
“It’s noon,” he says cutting you off.
“Okay...”
He widens his eyes and then it hits you, you were supposed to meet your brothers for lunch at noon.
“Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see the time,” you tell him.
“Are you still coming or what cause I will go without you if I have to,” he says, talking one hundred miles a minute.
“Uh,” you quickly look back at Stewy to gauge his reaction. He is shaking his head no. You turn back to your brother, “Actually, can we rain check? I accidentally double booked my lunch today and-”
Roman waves you off, “Yeah, yeah, fine, whatever. Oh, have you seen Hosseini around?”
“Uh not since the meeting,” you lie, which you’re not very good at. You’re grateful it’s Rome asking you and not Kendall because he could read you like a book. Rome would rather use his energy elsewhere, like kissing up to dad.
“Okay, let me know if you see him,” Rome adds. “I wanted to ask him if he knows any coke dealers in Prague.” And with that, he turned around and left. You are trying to process what your brother just said about cocaine when you feel the door being pushed closed from behind you. Stewy pressed a hand above your head on the door to close it. You turn to face him, and he has a devilish grin on his face. His free hand snakes around your waist and he asks, “Now, where were we?” before sealing his lips to yours again.
#succession#stewy hosseini#arian moayed#fanfic#new fanfic writer#succession season 4#stewy hosseini x roy reader#stewy hosseini x reader#succession fanfic#hbo series
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How do I summarise this one? I don’t even have a title for this one lol. Um, I was rewatching midnight mass and I almost wrote a priest tommy au…. Perhaps I already did write it, but perhaps that's for another day. I’ll just test the waters with this one for now. This actually gets kinda fluffly lol. Hope you like <3
@chaithetics thank you for the kind words u left on my post earlier, grateful for u! mwah 🫶
Word count: 2.8k
Warnings: 18+, f!reader, reader is an adult of course, established relationship. talk of god and church and stuff. Slight corruption kink is you squint. Oral f and m receiving, unprotected PinV. Lots of pet names. Not proofread as always.
“Is this not a sin?” Tommy jokes as he parts from her, his lips plump and kiss swollen. She looks the same as she looks down at him, her warm palms on either side of his face - her thighs straddling his lap as his couch creaks beneath them.
“What do you know about sin, Tommy?” She asks, her voice low and sultry. He laughs and tries to kiss her again, but she grabs his hair and pulls his head back.
“Tell me.” She whispers.
“Fuck, darlin’ I don’t know. I’ve not been to church in years.” He sighs, her fingers in his hair makes his hands tighten on her hips, pulling her tightly against him. Making her hips rock slightly against his, he’s already hard as fuck, his erection straining painfully in his jeans. He can feel how wet she is through the fabric, they’d been teasing each other on this couch for a good half hour.
“I know. I’m there every Sunday, sometimes more.” She leans closer, her lips right beside his ear. “Thanks to you, I know all about sin.”
“Are you saying I corrupted you, baby?” He groans as her lips press to his neck, her hand is still in nis hair - his neck delightfully exposed to her.
“Maybe.” She smiles against his skin. “As long as you confess your sins, you will be forgiven.”
“Do you?” He asks, his voice is strained. Her mouth is now sucking on his sensitive skin clouding his mind. “Do you walk into your fathers church, get on your knees and pray? Do you tell god what we do and beg for his forgiveness?”
Tommy doesn’t really know what the fuck he’s talking about. He can feel his resolve slipping and he is desperately trying to keep his cool. The effect she has on him is like no other. It's Sunday today, it’s mid afternoon and the warm sun is streaming through the windows of Tommy’s living room. She’s dressed in her tight little church outfit, that tight little skirt that's now been pushed up to her hips. Her white blouse, the top few buttons have been ripped open exposing her bra, her cleavage is right in his face but her grip on him is still holding him back from it.
“Not exactly,” She giggles, “I can tell you haven’t been to church.”
“Baby, the only reason I would step foot in there would be to stare at you in these little outfits.” He says, his eyes travel to her chest and she lets go of his hair. His lips immediately latch on to her neck, returning the favour.
“Don’t leave any marks, Tommy.” She moans as his hands pull her hips forward again, her clothed pussy dragging against his denim covered cock. He was getting real sick of these layers between them.
“I know,” He says. “I know the drill, honey.”
As if she had read his mind, she quickly undoes the remaining buttons on her blouse and throws it somewhere beside them.
“I think I would feel guilty if I went to church.” He says as her hands begin to push his own shirt up, encouraging him to take it off, he does before continuing. “I would feel guilty about you, about how much I’ve taught you. About how much I want you. About how much I shouldn't want you.”
His beautiful brown eyes search her face, taking in every little feature that he loves. He knows this is a risk, he knows it’s potentially a lost cause. He knows you can’t be seen with him and sometimes it breaks his fucking heart. “But I do want you, I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Her mind has always had trouble comprehending that he wanted her. Her face flushes at his words. Tommy was the first man to ever make her feel like this. Tommy was all she had ever wanted. She knows their future, she just tries not to think about it.
“Me too. I need you, Tommy. I’ve always needed you.” Her hands trail from his neck to his shoulders, slowly moving them to rest on his chest. Now his shirt is gone she can feel his heart beating under her palm, its beating fast and the thought that she does this to him is incomprehensible. She leans in to kiss him again, his large hands are still exploring her waist and back, his fingers now playing with her bra - slightly struggling to undo the clasp.
“Come here, I wanna make you feel good, baby.” She shivers from his words and a soft moan leaves her lips when they meet his again. He cups her jaw in his large hand bringing her mouth down against his. For her, nothing is better than this. Whenever she’s with him - everything feels right. His fingers dig into her hips hard enough to leave bruises and she loves it. No one has ever touched her the way Tommy does. Their kiss quickly becomes a mess of tongues and teeth and Tommy sucks her bottom lip into his mouth. She whines and rolls her hips down against his.
“My room?” Tommy asks, “I wanna fuck you in my bed this time.”
He’s sick of the couch. When she giggles and nods he stands up with her still in his arms. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist, her arms clutching his neck. Once in his room, he lays her down on the bed. She sits up on her elbows as she watches him click the door shut.
“Can i suck you off again? Please?” She asks as sweetly as she can. She swears she sees his eyes dilate.
“Fuck, baby.” He mumbles as his hands fly to his belt. “You know I can never say no to you.”
As if he would ever turn down a blowjob. She crawls to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of where he’s standing, she helps him to pop the button open on his pants and shove them down his legs along with his boxers. Tommy’s cock is ridiculously impressive. She moans in anticipation of him stretching her open again, but for now all she wants is to taste him. She’d never given a blowjob before meeting Tommy, and she remembers the look in his eyes when she had asked him to teach her. She’d sucked him off a few times now, and she loved the praise he always gave her. She spits into her hand, wrapping her hand around him and sliding her hand over his length a few times. When she looks up at him his eyes are closed and he’s biting his bottom lip, it's a beautiful sight. A bead of precum forms on his slit and she licks it off.
“Shit, that's it sweetheart.” Tommy swears quietly. After a few more kitten licks to his tip, she knows he likes to be teased a little. She takes his head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his sensitive tip. She bobs her head a few times, taking him further and further each time. It’s his turn now to work his fingers into her hair, using his grip to help guide her head.
Tommy’s moans are so hot that she’s pretty sure she could cum from just listening to him, and from the taste of him. She squeezes her thighs together - some relief as she keeps up a steady pace. She decides to do something she had never done before and tries to take him to the back of her throat. She works slowly and Tommy’s mouth falls open. A heavenly moan leaving his mouth as she gags around him. Tears prick at her eyes as she pulls off of him to catch her breath, smirking up at him before taking him into her mouth again.
“Oh my god, baby.” He moans. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”
He pulls her head back using his makeshift ponytail that he's wrapped around his fist. Her eyes are wide and innocent as she looks up at him and he almost busts on the spot.
“As much as i would love to come down your throat, baby. I wanna fuck you. Get back there.” He says pointing to the pillows at the top of the bed. She smiles up at him and shuffles back to lay on the pillows. He climbs up to join her, connecting their lips again as he hovers above her. His strong arms holding himself up on either side of her head. He undoes the button on her jeans, and she lifts up her hips to help him slide them off. He tosses them to the floor and begins to press kisses to her leg, starting at her ankle. She’s trembling under his touch as he continues up her leg until he’s kissing the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. When he gives a bite to the meat of her leg she squeals his name. All she wants is to kiss him again, she tries to pull his head up to hers but he resists, his nose nudges the edge of her panties and he looks up at her with his gorgeous eyes. A classic Tommy smirk gracing his lips.
“Can I taste you, baby girl?” He asks and she nods enthusiastically. Her voice feels like it's gone so all she can do is squirm and buck her hips. He hooks his fingers into the elastic of her panties and they’re soon joining the pile of clothes on his floor.
“Such a pretty pussy.” He mumbles, while he spreads her legs a little wider to give him a better view. She helplessly whimpers as he stares at her sex, feeling vulnerable in the best way under his gaze. He slides a finger through her folds and she’s already so fucking wet that she can hear it as he collects her arousal with his hand. “Fuck, always so wet. All for me, baby?”
“You know it’s for you.” She sighs, “Always for you.”
His finger finds her clit and her hands fly to his shoulders, her hips chasing his hand and arching off of the bed.
“Fuck baby, don’t hold back, okay? I wanna hear you.” He groans. His head dips down and he runs his tongue flat along her pussy. He does it again, his nose catching her clit on the way up, making her fingers squeeze his shoulders. His tongue goes from flicking over her bundle of nerves to teasing her hole and she moans his name, earning a groan from him which vibrates against her pussy. He slips a thick finger inside of her, gauging her reaction before adding another.
“God I can’t wait to fuck you baby.” He whispers as his fingers slip inside of her easily, her warm walls gripping his digits. It doesn’t take him long to bring her to the edge, her fingers are now sliding over his scalp.
“Please, Tommy. I want you inside of me.”
“I wanna feel you come around my fingers first, baby.” He says, “I know you're close. Come for me honey, and I’ll fuck you so good. I promise.”
“Shit. I’m coming! Oh my god!” She moans loudly. Tommy can feel her walls spasming against his fingers, he quickly replaces them with his tongue so he can lick her through her orgasm. She continues moaning his name like a prayer as she comes down from her high.
“God?” He laughs as he crawls back up to her face, his mouth covered in her slick.
“What?” She asks, a little delirious.
“You said ‘oh my god’,” He reminds her and tuts playfully. “What would daddy think?”
“I don’t care.” She sighs, the only thing on her mind is how close his cock is to slipping inside of her.
“Woah!” He laughs at her words, “That’s naughty, baby.”
She rolls her eyes and pulls him down to kiss her, tasting herself on his lips. She whines against his lips, shit - she enjoyed that. And he senses it.
“What? You like that?” He asks, his hand coming up to her chest to grasp her breast. His thumb slides over her nipple as he speaks. “You like it? You want me to call you a naughty girl?”
She brings her hands up to cover her face, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Tommy decides to leave it, for now. But he will definitely be revisiting that later. He presses a kiss to her cheek instead, smiling against her warm skin.
“It’s alright, baby. I’ve got ya’.” He whispers in her ear as he rocks his hips up against hers, his painfully hard cock rubbing up against her soaked folds.
“I need you, Tommy.” She moans, “I wanna feel you.”
He groans at her words, he’s not sure when she got so good at talking like that. But it starts a fire inside of him and he feels his cock twitch. He reaches down and grabs his length, coating himself in her slickness as he rubs in between her folds. She lets out small breathy whines as the head of Tommy’s cock presses against her entrance. He swallows the sounds with his mouth kissing her and bracing himself on one forearm as he pushes into her heat. Her hands grasp his biceps, her nails digging into his soft skin.
“Shit, honey.” He mumbles against her mouth, letting her delicious, warm pussy pull him in. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Tommy presses his forehead against hers as he stills, giving her a moment to adjust. Tommy always gave her everything, he was always so sweet.
“Shit, Tommy.” Her moan has him twitching inside of her, he’s finding it hard to keep his cool with the grip of her warm cunt and he softly grinds into her.
“Oh, please. Please fuck me, Tommy.” She whines, looking up at him with such an innocent expression that he suddenly feels like he isn't going to last very long. He begins to move, hard but gentle thrusts, hitting the perfect spot that he knows so well and she moans into his shoulder. Feeling every drag of his cock against her walls. She’d never been with anyone like this before, but this was Tommy and everything you’ve ever wanted. She was prepared to do anything for him.
He drops his head down into her neck and groans, his noises make her clench around him. She wraps her legs around his waist, clinging to him - trying to get as close to him as she can. She wants every inch of her skin pressed up against his. She wants to be like this forever, if possible.
“You always feel so perfect, baby.” He moans. “So heavenly.”
She giggles at his choice of words. When his cock hits just the right spot, she gasps his name and her arms tighten around his neck. Tommy is watching her, as always - he keeps hitting the same spot when he sees her reaction.
“Yeah?” He coos, wanting to hear her voice.
“Feels so good, Tommy.” She whines, “Always so good.”
“My sweet, perfect girl.” He sighs, leaning down to press a kiss to her jaw. “You want me to fill you up, baby?”
“Please! Fuck, I’m close.” She whispers. Tommy’s fingers dip down to play with her swollen clit.
“Come for me, baby. Let me have it.” Tommy says as he starts to rub her clit faster. Her orgasm crashes over her, her pussy clenching around him sends him over the edge with her. Her cunt milking him as he groans her name. When both of their highs come to an end, he drops down next to her. Burying his face in her hair and nuzzling his nose against her ear as they both catch their breath.
“Tommy?” She whispers.
“Yeah?” His eyes are closed as he answers her.
“You are not a sin, by the way.”
He perks up, leaning on one elbow to look at her. A sad smile on his face.
“Never.” She adds, reciprocating his smile.
“Thank you, baby.” He says, his hand coming up to cradle her cheek. He doesn’t really know what else to say. But he knows that she means it.
“We’ll be okay.” He whispers, cuddling back up to her again. She answers him with a small hum. Her mind reeling with everything she wants to tell him - maybe next time.
#posting this and going straight to bed because i get nervous hehe#it’s midnight for me#tommy miller#tommy miller x reader#tommy miller smut#tommy miller fic#hbo tommy miller#gabriel luna#smut#tlou#tommy miller fluff#tommy miller x you#t
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It’s here! Thank you to @endlessthxxghts for helping me put this together. Under the cut you’ll find a list of each creator followed by whether they’re a writer/artist/gif maker etc and what Pedro boys they create for! All listed in alphabetical order 🥰
If you or someone else you know would like to be added to the list, don’t hesitate to reach out to myself or L! All types of disabilities are welcome!! The divider is by @saradika-graphics 🖤
@chaithetics - Writer - Dieter, Javi P, & Joel
@coulsons-fullmetal-cellist - Writer - Dieter, Marcus P, Joel, Tim, & The Thief
@djarinmuse - Writer - Din, Frankie, Javi P & Joel
@endlessthxxghts - Writer - Din, Frankie, Javi P & Joel
@ezras--moon - Writer - Dieter, Ezra, Frankie, Javi G, Javi P, & Joel
@joeloverture - Writer - Joel
@julesonrecord - Writer - Dieter, Din, Ezra, Frankie, Lucien, Javi P, Joel, & Jack
@keldabe-kriff - Writer - Din, Joel, & Max
@kewwrites - Writer - Din, Jack, & Joel
@morallyinept - Writer - Dieter, Din, Ezra, Frankie, Jack, Javi G, Javi P, Joel, Lucien, Max, Marcus M, Marcus P, Pero, & Tim
@notjustjavierpena - Writer - Frankie, Javi P, & Joel
@penvisions - Writer - Din, Frankie, Javi P, & Joel
@poeticpascal - Writer - Joel
@quicksilvermad - Writer - Din
@romanarose - Writer - Frankie, Javi P, & Joel
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Team Singapore 🇸🇬 Big things always starts with small steps! Chowraiooi Gym Home of the Boxer Www.Chowraiooimuaythai.Com Nugget MC Naught ,APHIDET CHAITHET and myself. It's been a Long road and it's only going to get harder but Together we stand United!
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Late Night Mends
Pairing: Kid (Monkey Man) x reader
Word count: 2.1K
Warning: 18+ MDNI, mentions of anxiety, injuries, not a lot of spice, some fluff, not proof/beta read lol, does not contain spoilers for Monkey Man.
Note: Absolutely am in love with Dev Patel, he adores the world and fandom love! Also special mention to my friend @mittos who helped with this prompt/story ideas. Go and see Monkey Man if you haven't already! And if you have go and see it again! Also jaan is a Hindi term of endearment. Also can we take a moment for Dev Patel's side profile?! Comments, and reblogs are always appreciated as well! I hope you enjoy!
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It was late, extremely late. It had been a slow night but it was quickly becoming the latest it had ever been without his tired, bloody presence. It made you uncomfortable how late it was becoming, he never took this long to show up after a big match. You bit your nails as you couldn’t help but think about the possibility of where he was and scarily, what condition he was in.
It was a risky field that Kid was in, especially when he was the losing dog for the overeager, sweaty crowd not to bet on. He took the punches and rarely complained about it, you’d only ever been to one of his fights before and never again. It was too painful to watch, you’d bitten each of your fingernails right down to the beds, and you swore that it gave you a few grey hairs. If you had any, each of them could be traced back to being his fault, you were sure. You loved him, truly adored him, but he certainly knew how to stress you out.
You’re sitting down waiting for him to arrive. You don’t even realise that you’ve put your hand up to your face to bite your nails but now you know that you must’ve as you’ve been subconsciously biting them as you look out the window waiting, lost in your thoughts. You could think and use that as a distraction but no, the more you think or gaze off, the more you think about him, worry about him and overanalyse every little thing to be analysed, including what would need a magnifying glass to do so. You sigh and rub your face tiredly and also as another poor attempt at a distraction to take your mind away from him.
It was a ridiculous thought, nothing could distract you from him, Kid lived rent-free in your mind 24/7, no matter what you did or wanted. And now was his prime time for filling your head.
You rub your face some more and then look up, you can hear the door quietly open and the sound of gentle footsteps start to make their way to you. You look up as you try to glimpse the start of his lean shadow to confirm that he’s really, really, finally here. The light switch turns on as you see his arm stretch out and then he’s standing there in your doorway.
You look up at him as he stands, he just looks at you for a moment. His gorgeous doe-eyes are wide, he looks exhausted and defeated but there’s a small smile on his face as his eyes meet yours. Ever since you’d known Kid, he had always been a man of few words, which seemed to balance out just how expressive his handsome face was. You liked that though, that his eyes truly were the window to his soul. You did like his voice though as well, you’d have no problem with him using it more. Sometimes he would talk though, about his sweet mother, the stories of Hanuman that his mother had told him and that had vividly stuck with and inspired him still.
You quickly take him in, there’s sweat in his hair, a cut in his cheek, and his knuckles are bloody as always. You bite your lip as you look at him, chewing over your words so you don’t come across as either a scolding lover or treating him like a patient.
“Your hands…” You finally say as he steps closer to you and you can see that he made some attempt to cover them with a bit of cloth but the blood is all over his right hand.
“It’s fine.” He says in a soft whisper, his voice is melodic as always but a little hoarse and deep. He looks down at his hand he tries not to flinch when you take his hand and it’s further proof that no, it really isn’t fine. You sigh and move his hand to check his fingers, it causes discomfort but based on the movement you know it’s not broken at least. It was genuinely impressive that he was still alive, still functioning and not just with everything he’d been through as a young boy, but with the amount of beatings he’d taken at the club. That he’d somehow avoided major damage to his body, that his handsome looks were still intact, and also his teeth. That was a big surprise you had to admit.
“Sit down.” You look at him with a look of concern, one that he doesn’t like. “Come on, I’ll clean it up.” You say softly. He runs his right hand, his good hand through his damp but perfect locks and he sighs, sitting down, waiting for you to fix his wounds and to feel your tender touch.
You’d had the first aid kit ready to go, sitting on the floor waiting for his entrance. You always used it, he always needed it. Your medical background certainly helped, some nights you’d crack a joke that that was the only reason why he was with you. The first time you made that joke his eyes widened at first, and he immediately stuttered to try and reassure her that that wasn’t the case. He didn’t realise that it was a joke. You’d kissed him to reassure him and he kissed you back so sweetly. Now when you made the joke he’d just look at you and give you a small, precious chuckle. You just want to make him smile, make him laugh, bring him joy, and make him feel safe. He deserved that at the very least, especially with his gigantic hug.
His hand clearly had taken the worst of it, you hold it gently in yours, and his hand twitches for a moment. He’s spent most of his life being devoid of affection. He craved a gentle touch, to feel seen and safe in the company of another. He’d started to find that with you, in the way you looked at him, how you carefully held his hand in arms when cleaning an injury and wrapping it up. You somehow had never noticed it, he figured it was because of how attentive you were to his injuries, to him, and his lips quirked up into a secret smile you’d miss over the irony of you not noticing this because of how attentive you were being to him.
“You were later than usual.” You say as you clean his bruised and bloodied knuckles.
“I know.” He whispers as he looks up at you, he’s tired but there’s a small smile on his lips as he knows the scolding is incoming, just what degree is it going to be from you tonight, is the question.
“I was worried, my fingernails are almost as bloody as your knuckles because of how much I was biting them.” You say as you try to clean his hand gently, noting how his hand occasionally twitches in response.
“Would’ve been quite a match.” He whispers before he looks at your hands, noticing your nervously bitten nails. His cheeks heat up as he can’t help but feel a little bit of guilt about causing you to worry so, he’s spent so much of his life without someone who cares about him like this. You sigh and roll your eyes at his response.
“You’re going to be the cause of every single grey hair I have in this lifetime.” You say as you treat the knuckle wounds, making sure you’re gentle. “All I do is worry, you spend every night getting beaten, thrown off tables. It’s going to be too much one day. Something will go wrong. Then what?” Kid can’t help but look up at you, it’s a conversation that’s happened more than a few times. “What if it’s your spine or something? I won’t be able to fix that-”
“It’s okay. It’s fine. I’m okay, jaan.” He says as he looks up at you, his big brown eyes are widened and he’s looking at you with his sad puppy dog eyes, he feels bad for making you worry so much.
You sigh, biting your lip as you try to stop yourself from saying anything else. He’s too sweet and so you nod and finish cleaning and bandaging everything. After a moment, you cup his cheek as you look at his warm eyes and you go to get him some water to drink. He watches you and continues to as he drinks the water. You two have become quite good at playing a game of watching each other, almost like it’s a sport to observe the other.
He looks at you, tilting his head which tousles the gorgeous locks he has a little. You sigh and run a hand through his soft brown curls, damp with sweat but somehow miraculously not blood. His hair has always been absolutely perfect. You feel bad for essentially venting your anxieties at him right as he’s come from a long night of work at the club.
“I only scold because I care.” You say but you’re not sure if it’s him or yourself that you’re trying to convince more as you say the words, but it’s true technically. “It’s a form of doting really.” You say as you look at him as he adjusts in his seated position, looking up at you with his wide, doe-eyed orbs. Even if it was a form of doting, you could never stay mad at him for long when having to look into those gorgeous eyes. They’d melt away any troubles and you’re sure if awards were given out for best brown eyes, he’d win. You hated that he did this, that this was how he had to get by. That he had to take these awful, unhealthy beatings but you love him anyway.
He was freshly bandaged now, he moved his hand up and Kid started to slowly caress your cheek, he traced some invisible line so gently with the pads of his fingertips as he looked at you. His doe eyes were filled with adoration and peacefulness as he concentrated on your beauty. You let him, it was soothing and sweet and you had no reason to even consider stopping this. You were his and he was yours.
Your eyes glance down at his fingers, and then you put a hand up to cup his cheek and look into the most beautiful eyes you could ever imagine seeing. After he feels your touch his eyes quickly close and he inhales. He isn’t sure if he’ll ever get used to the feeling of your fingers on his face, of how your hair feels against his skin, or your breath, but he knows for sure, that he’ll at least never tire of it.
His fingers glide down do your mouth and he traces your lips as he looks at them. He tilts his head and before he can even move, you’ve moved your head to press your lips together. There’s something about how gentle his hands are with you, how they feel even after everything that has happened to him and that he does. How it just takes a glance at you for him to melt into a puddle.
You put your hand back into his hair and run it through his curls as he kisses you back and the kiss deepens almost immediately. He cups your cheek gently as your lips move together in sync and you can’t help but start to tug his locks a little and his hand moves to your waist to hold you close against him. You continue to play and tug his hair as his lips move down your chin and jaw and he kisses your neck. You gasp out and tug on his hair a bit more as you feel his breath tickle your throat between his passionate kisses. You struggle to not let out a giggle as he does this and you feel your cheeks heating up as you tilt your head back so your neck is as exposed as possible for him while he kisses your throat and makes his way to your collarbone.
He always gets like this, and so quickly. He just needs a little touch, the reassurance of you being there and he feels an all-consuming need to make up for the years of loneliness, the lack of affection, the lack of physical contact outside of a fight he was guaranteed to lose. He has you in his arms and it’s something right for once, if it was a game this would be a victory, some kind of peace.
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Devilish Worries and Bodies
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F (afab) reader
Word count: 3.3K
Warning/note: 18 + MDNI, mentions of anxiety/mental health/worries, and smutty smut smut! P in V intercourse. Some fluff. No description physical description of reader other than afab. Not proofread! Please validate me and this self-indulgent fic, sad girl era is thriving.
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Matt had already come home after a long day of fighting for justice through the legal, sophisticated, respectable way of the courts as the good samaritan lawyer for the voiceless and defenceless of Hell’s Kitchen. And then endured a long night of fighting for justice through the illegal, frowned-upon way of his vigilante persona, Daredevil. He’d come home, you’d helped him clean up the couple of cuts he had and he’d gone to bed now. He was sleeping peacefully, he looked like an angel as his eyes were closed and no worries were etched into his face.
He had been in a deep slumber by the time you left the bed, he was yet to notice. You hadn’t been able to sleep at all, and it wasn’t his fault that that was the case. You were now sitting on the sofa in the living room that felt even greyer and colder than usual. Everything felt so cold, you almost wondered if your vision was acting up. You just needed some rain outside and you’d be in Catherine Hardwicke’s blue-green-tinted world of Twilight.
You had a glass of water in your hands that was now room-temperature because you’d been sitting there so long. Holding it. Thinking. Thinking about just tipping the glass of water out onto yourself, because why not? Then that image would replay over and over. Then you’d sip from it. Somehow. Lower it. Back to holding and then back to thinking. It was still pretty full at this stage.
Staring out the window into the numerous lights that appeared to float mid-air, parallel to the sky at different points. You couldn’t see any stars, you hated that. At least if there were stars you’d have some luck of counting them, maybe trying to name some of them, in an attempt of some distraction technique you told yourself that a normal person could do. Then you thought a normal person probably wouldn’t even to do this. The voice in your head that said it, was mean, it was the kind of a high school bully which made you feel even worse. You let out a deep sigh and choke on a little sob that you didn’t know had been wanting to come out.
That’s the noise that wakes Matt up, he stretches out in the bed you share as he lets out a quiet but deep yawn as he tiredly rubs his eye. He moves a hand through his sleep-toussled hair as he immediately realises that you’re not in bed with him. He sighs as he focuses on the elevated heartbeat of yours he can hear drumming along further in the apartment. He immediately knows something is up, when he’d originally come home he thought something might’ve been bothering you as you seemed slightly detached but he’d been able to write it off as you just being tired because it was extremely late when he’d come home after a patrol. He couldn’t write this off as early hours fatigue though. He knew you, down to the core, even when you didn’t want to be perceived.
Matt gets up and slowly walks out of the bedroom with gentle footsteps, he could’ve been a ballerina in another lifetime. He’s so quiet with his movement after years of practice that you don’t notice he’s out of bed until he’s standing just a few steps away from the couch.
It’s when you get the feeling of goosebumps on the back of your neck and that feeling that somebody is watching you that you start to wonder. You’re not sure though if it’s just depressed paranoia that makes you feel like somebody is watching, Matt had absolutely passed out, he should be in a deep sleep still you think. But you try to slow your breathing and not given into the urge to look and further panic, but you think that if someone was behind you it’s better to look and know that there is or that you’re not just feeling depressed but also paranoid.
With a sigh after a sharp inhale you slowly turn your head and look, you see Matt standing there. He’s just a couple of steps away from you, he’s facing you and well… he’s not just facing you, he’s analysing you. You look at him with tears in your eyes as you know he’s doing a full scan of your senses.
Matt steps closer immediately and sits on the sofa right next to you as the first tear has just dropped. You’re not sure if it’s because he can hear the tear dropping out of your tear duct to run down your cheek, or if it’s because he can smell the extra stress hormones or something in these emotional tears.
“I thought you were asleep.” You whisper hoarsely, almost feeling ashamed at this scene happening.
“I was.” He says gently as he raises his hand to your cheek and then he gently rubs your cheek, wiping up the few tears had already shed.
“I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m sorry-” Now it’s guilt as well.
“Don’t apologise.” He quickly cuts you off in a gentle tone.
He’s caring but he says it so nonchalantly, like this is normal. He’d spent a day working with clients, then he’d had a violent patrol and now you having a mini-breakdown interrupted his sleep. You felt bad and you knew that maybe you shouldn’t because you’re a human and you’re entitled to a cry and love and understanding. And all those things. But brains aren’t logical, and they sure as hell aren’t when you’re going through the emotions.
You sigh as you look at his face, seeing the compassion and adoration.
“Are you going to talk to me, beautiful?” He whispers with a gentle, playful smile. He’s trying to ease this. Diffuse the anxiety.
“It’s just overwhelming. There’s a lot of mental noise and I’m struggling to not spiral-because well I’m already spiralling and nothing feels good. I’m not good. I’m just not good.” You spit out.
He quickly pulls you into his arms and your face is pressed against his warm bare chest. You can’t help but let out a soft sigh of relief and bury your head further into his chest. It’s so comforting and even when you’re a mess, he still somehow knows how to comfort you.
“Maybe you’re not good, and you’re just great instead.” He whispers as he starts to caress your back gently, he seems to be almost tracing an invisible pattern as he does. “That’s how I feel about you. Other days you may be good. It’s been bad before, it’s been good before. It can feel good again, honey. And it will.”
You sigh and tilt your head to look at him as you move more into his lap and adjust yourself to be more physically comfortable. You trust him, you love him, you believe him but you’re not sure if you believe him more than the disbelief you have in yourself.
Matt seems to sense this hesitation in you. “Five things you see?” He asks softly as his head is tilted to face you, he’s focusing on you because you’re his whole world.
“Um…” You inhale and start to look around as you think. “Your face…” You say and almost chuckle, he smiles that charming grin widely and chuckles. “Good, what else.”
You look around and think. “The window… The couch… that plant in the ugly pot my cousin gave us.” You say and you both smile at that. You had to describe in detail the absolute atrocity of the pot to Matt when had been gifted to you both and it was now a bit in your relationship.
“Good, good, not so good.” He chuckles with the smile that’s slowly distracting you from your worries. “One more thing.”
“Um, the light.” You say quietly.
“Four things you can feel.” He says and you can’t help but chuckle.
“Well, you, I guess, and four different parts of you.” You say as you look at him as your cheeks heat up.
“Sure, I’ll give you that one.” He says playfully. “Do I feel good?” He then asks teasingly. It makes you roll your eyes and chuckle.
“Yeah.”
“So something feels good.” He says with a proud smirk.
“Don’t use my words back at me, like that.” You say as you watch him smile.
“Mm, don’t say them then, pretty thing.” He says proudly and he chuckles and kisses your lips softly with a little peck. “Now should I keep going with the grounding and distraction technique?”
“I don’t know-”
“Why, are you in your body and out of your head enough?” He asks with a smirk as he caresses your back.
“Maybe. You’re pretty good at that.” You say, he is. He’s so good at reassuring you and bringing you back to Planet Earth and away from the galaxy of overthinking and mental black holes.
You lean against him and press a soft gentle kiss to his collarbone as he’s so close to you. All of him is, he’s enveloping you. He lets out a quiet little groan at that, that he tries to muffle but you catch it. You look up at him and bite your lip.
You move slightly and caress his strong arms gently.
“Honey, are you sure? You’re… Well you’ve been upset…” He says softly. He means it.
“Yeah, but I’m feeling better now. And maybe the dopamine and oxytocin is just what I need.” You say matter of factly but still a little anxiously.
“Oh really?” He cocks his head slightly and there’s a devilish grin on his face but his eyes are filled with love and adoration.
“Yes really.” You smiled softly as you looked up at him, you really loved him and you felt safe with him. Matt started to run his thumb along your jaw and down your throat gently.
You felt your cheeks heat up more and then you trailed your hand down his chest, his stomach, being careful to avoid any visible cuts or bruises on his pale skin. Your hand made it’s way down to palm him over his boxers. You watched his face carefully, his cheeks started to tinge with a blush and he smiled.
“Mm, no.” He said with a smirk and then he quickly flipped you carefully and gently so you were now lying on your back on the couch while his hand was firmly on your waist as he looked down. You sharply gasped as this happened but then let out a giggle which just made his smirk grow ten times more.
Matt lowered himself, caressing your waist gently and then running his hand down to your thigh and up again slowly, your breath started to slow in anticipation as you bit your lip, he was paying attention to your breathing and then he tugged your sleep bottoms down.
Your cheeks heated up more at that as you looked down at him. He was completely focused on you now as his fingers danced around your inner thigh, spelling out invisible love letters and filth on your sensitive skin as you gasped at each touch. For a man with a moniker that had the word ‘devil’ in it, he sure was heaven of a man.
Matt started to kiss your thighs, as his fingers moved up, he then paused his kisses as he finally travelled across to your vulva and ran a single finger through your folds. It triggered an automatic soft moan that made him smirk for a moment as he then gently spread your folds.
His finger starts to travel more, he teases your hole with his index finger, circling it and almost going in for you to swallow him up but never quite, you feel your core clench up at this and don’t even realise that you’re holding your breath, waiting for him. Waiting for more. He keeps exploring, teasing, and pulling out soft moans and groans of anticipation from you, he starts to slowly insert his finger which makes you gasp and then he pulls it out. He brings the finger to his mouth and sucks on it, tasting your juices.
You gasp at this and watch him, you’d been watching him the whole time but now your eyes are absolutely glued to him. He then brings his finger mixed with your juices and his saliva to that sweet, sweet, bundle of nerves that’s craving his touch. He starts to circle it slowly in a clockwise motion, applying a little more pressure.
“You know, that tasted pretty good.” He says. He says it so confidently, the nature of his tones words, and what’s happening makes your cheeks heat up more as you let out some soft moans. “I should probably try it straight from the source, that’s what I need to do, isn’t it?”
“Oh Matt…” You can’t help but feel like you’re going to explode just from his words. But he’s already dived in.
Matt kisses along your vulva as he inserts his finger into your hole, lightly, almost teasingly. The kisses get closer and then he starts to lick. You’re almost squirming a little now, it feels so good, he’s not even at your clitoris yet, but his mouth and fingers is the start of an overwhelming heaven and you know that. You let out a loud whine and as you squirm, he moves his free hand to firmly hold your thigh, keeping you in place and he groans against you. The vibration of that is absolutely perfectly and you bite your lip, trying not to cry out, as you feel your eyes close as he licks your folds while pumping the tips of his index and now middle finger out.
After a loud whine he smirks and then moves his mouth to the sweet spot as he keeps lightly fingering you, he licks your bundles of nerves, slowly, almost painfully so, circling it with his tongue and then you feel him kissing it and then he starts to lightly suck on your clitoris. You whine out at that, desperately so, as you claw the side of the couch and your eyes start to roll back. He hums against your clitoris, he’s so perfect and he knows that you love that so much. It always feels so damn good and it does right now. The vibration of that humming perfectly gets you off every time and sends pleasure right from your core right down to your feet and up to your head.
Matt keeps humming, well aware of what it does to you, and hungrily sucks on your clitoris, like his life depends on bringing you to orgasm, that he is a man dying of a thirst that only tour sweet juices can quench, that your release will be his salvation. He keeps sucking and you feel your eyes roll back so much and you’re moaning so loudly as your back arches, he’s taking you to the peak and you can’t hold it back anymore. You whine out and grip the sofa more as he firmly holds your thigh, his fingers digging in as his mouth brings you to an overwhelming and incredible orgasm.
“Oh Matt!” You whine out as the pleasure from it floods you. He keeps sucking and licking, making sure he gets each last drop and makes the most of your taste that he’s obsessed with and needs. He slows down after your release as you pant quickly you can’t help but smile and as you look down and see his face move away, his chin and mouth is wet but his lips are curled up in a smile.
“You taste sweeter than anything I could ever dream of wanting.” He says as he caresses your thigh, there’s a slight flush in his face as he pants a little. Your cheeks heat up more at his words and as you watch him move.
Matt takes his boxers off and then quickly kneels on the couch, spreading your legs and you see his thick member aroused and hungry. He’s looking at you as moves closer, holding it and then you move your hand down, feeling it and the precum that’s already dripping. You help him line himself up.
Matt immediately thrusts in, he bottoms out quickly, you sharply inhale and he lets out a loud, perfect groan that’s music to your ears.
“Absolutely perfect every time.” He whispers and then he slowly starts to move as his hand moves up your stomach and to your chest as he holds onto a breast while his other hand is planted onto the sofa to steady himself as he moves.
You feel yourself clenching more around him with each thrust, his rhythm is steady but quick and you’re already so sensitive after the mindblowing orgasm he just gave you. Matt groans as his pace increases while he thrusts into you. You can’t help but whine out as he squeezes your breast and grunts out while moving.
Matt then moves so his body is flushed against you, chest to chest, he puts his arm under your head, almost cuddling you closer to him as his hips start to move ten times faster.
“Oh Matt, fuck…oh god…” You whine out loudly as he moves quickly and you’re so physically overwhelmed. He smiles at your reaction and groans into your ear, pressing his lips right against you to kiss your hair and moan into it as he fucks you like his life depends on it.
His hips are moving so quickly and it completely contrasts to how the way he’s holding you is almost so gentle. You wrap your arms around his back, almost weakly and then start to scratch his toned back as the thrusts become deeper and deeper. You feel so full.
“So perfect, so beautiful. I love you.” He groans into his ear as he keeps pounding into you. He’s a man in love and one that craves your body. He’s absolutely obsessed. “Your pussy is always so needy. I love it.” He groans into your ear as the thrusts become faster.
“I love… I love you… t-too…” You whimper out as he keeps thrusting. You bury your head into the crook of his neck as he keeps going, he’s squeezing you tighter. “I love you s-so-so much…” You feel his hips starting to sputter as the rhythm breaks up a little. He’s still thrusting quickly into you but he’s getting close.
“You feel so good, I’m not gonna last long beautiful.” He moans into your ear as he holds you tighter and keeps thrusting into you. You nod against his shoulder and neck, you knew this, and you have no issue with it.
You dig your nails into his back and scratch him, goosebumps run along his skin at your touch and his breath changes for a moment as his body trembles slightly and he gives one last thrust as he then releases. He groans out and you look up at him smiling and biting your lip, he always looked so handsome when he finished and he made the sweetest noises.
He groans and opens his eyes slowly, he looks at you and then immediately kisses you on the lips lovingly and comfortingly. He pants against your soft lips as he rests them there after the kiss. You run your fingers through his dark hair that now has beads of sweat from this exertion. This is peaceful, he loves you and you love him. You’re perceived, and somehow, that’s okay with Matt.
After a moment he kisses you again and then he carries you to bed, he’s your loving, protective big spoon as your mind finally quietens down and you get to enjoy a deep sleep next to your handsome devil.
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Hello hello lovelies!!!
I just want to say that i'm SO SO SO SO sorry that i haven't posted any fics in almost a month! normally I'd post something weekly but it's been intense lately! As a lot of you will know I've been dealing with a lot of health stuff lately, in the last month my fatigue has been really bad and that and pain have turned me into a bit of a hermit, which also started to take a hit on my mental health. So I've been exhausted and depressed and just didn't have the energy for writing- I haven't even been reading fics (I guess that means hopefully soon I'll be up for some binge reading though!)
I just wanted to say that I haven't stopped and I promise there's more coming! I am away for a small holiday this week to try and help with making me feel better but I promise there will be completed Stewy fics in the next couple of weeks! To prove this (lol) and to hopefully help out with the lack of pieces from me here are some little previews/sneak peaks of scenes from a few different pieces (the one about glasses is from a 'Furtive Hands' universe prompt that im excited to get out as well- do yourself a favour and search 'Arian Moayed glasses') also I will hug and be best friends with anyone who can spot the glee reference 👀
Also there's some Stewy angst?! Which everyone seems to want lol
I'm also rewatching Daredevil (prompted by the lovely Bear Nonnie) so maybe there will be more Marvel fics in the nearish future as well?!
Do feel free to interact and send asks! I've missed you all! And I adore and appreciate you all, so, so, so much! 💗 💗💗💗
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your Monkey Man fic was so good!!
Aw! That's so sweet of you lovely Nonnie! I really appreciate it! Thank you so much for reading it and also reaching out with the kind words, means the world! Such a great film right?
Have an amazing day Nonnie and I'm definitely open to Monkey Man and Dev characters requests! Thank you for reaching out ❤
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did i start writing an angsty matt murdock fic in my notes app inspired by mitski that NOBODY asked for? yes, yes i just did.
now somebody please say they want it so i feel validated and not bad about continuing to write it.
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somebody scare me! i have the most violent case of hiccups ever recorded. hiccups no fun :(
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Hey lovely friends
I was hopinf to finish and get the next porce and rhe shark piece our tonight NZ/AU time bit I've becomw really unwell, more than usual witjsomw freaky symptoms so im in the hospital waiting room. Idk when itll come ouy/how long this will last for. I'm sosorry!!
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I'm so sorry for being a ghost, I hope you all have had a truly wonderful holiday season and time to rest!
Also, I'm making myself finish a Stewy fic to be ready to post today! Feel free to entertain me and hype me/it up haha.
Adore you all! What has everyone been up to and watching lately?
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