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eddie wakes up in a strange room. this was not particularly unusual for him, historically: he’d spent most of his twenties waking up in new and interesting places (including a handful of jail cells). but after eddie, the label, and the los angeles superior court system decided it would be best if he stopped drinking and doing blow, it stopped being such a regular occurrence.
so it’s almost alarming to him, now, to be blinking up at an unfamiliar cement ceiling with the raging bitch of all headaches and generally feeling like he got hit by a truck, got whiplash in a crash with the way his neck aches. he’d think he was hungover like all those times before except for how sharp the pain is, bright.
he worries, briefly, he’s relapsed, or someone’s slipped him something. but he remembers what him and the boys had been up to, before this, and he thinks it’d’ve been a strange night indeed if someone roofied a c-list (b-list if he’s feeling charitable) musician at a fucking frozen four game.
because yeah, eddie remembers: they’d been third row, watching the wisconsin ladies clean up and cheering for jeff’s kid sister like she was about to get olympic gold. (she probably would, someday. her and that mayfield girl who played defense were looking down the barrel at a 2026 run apparently.
eddie’s been to a handful of games over the years, when touring and recording allows them to go. he’s resolutely never been a sports guy but he’ll admit, when pressed, that live hockey is pretty dope. to say nothing, of course, of how jeff would probably murder them all in their sleep if they didn’t rep the red and white for lottie.
(and also — and this is between eddie and his god alright — but lottie’s coach? standing back there in his suit, hair styled and dialed, snapping his gum, yelling at the refs? kind of doing it for him, okay. worth the price of admission, even if the tickets weren’t free.)
when he thinks harder — which hurts too — the last thing he clearly remembers was someone from the beavers scoring, bringing their lead to 5-1, and a slapshot from the other team getting out over the boards and nearly taking out some lady’s popcorn. someone behind them in the seats said, “jesus they’re getting desperate, eh?”
then shit goes dark on him, not even a fade to black, but a full on smash cut, roll credits black, and the post-credits scene is where ever the fuck eddie is at the moment. it smells like human and cold and icy hot, so obviously, he thinks, he died and went to hell like all the church ladies said he would back in hawkins, or probably just a locker room. what the fuck?
he blinks at the ceiling, at an interesting water stain on the cement texturing. he’s in the middle of wondering where the rest of his band has gone if he’s here alone, fucking abandoners, when a sweaty redhead with the bitchiest expression he’s maybe ever seen enters his field of vision.
“you’re alive,” she says.
eddie blinks again. “why do you sound so disappointed?”
“yo coach!” she shouts, already on the move away from him. “he’s alive!”
he tries to sit up, but that makes the pain in his head worse, and also draws attention to the fact that his back also hurts. he squeezes his eyes shut and makes a truly embarrassing noise of pain — if pressed, he’d call it a whimper — and a pair of big hands land on his shoulders.
“out, out ladies i got this! hey!, hey, man, don’t move just yet,” says big hands.
“yeah, no problem, i don’t want to anymore,” eddie says. he stirs up the will to open his eyes again and very nearly slams them back shut. because of course the person staring down at him is fucking coach hottie snackycakes himself. he’s even better looking in person, too, big droopy eyes, lips as pink as his bubblegum, and shiny, jesus christ. he’s still got eddie by the shoulders, hands warm through the thin cotton of his flannel and tee — because eddie’s always been more fashion than sense, wayne always said, and it’s even worse now that the paps are on him—
“oh, fuck this is gonna be all over tiktok later, isn’t it?” he moans.
“maybe not.”
“don’t lie.”
“listen, eddie — it is eddie, right?” asks coach hottie. “i’m steve. coach harrington. faughnsie — lottie, i mean — she said you’re eddie. her brother’s guitarist? what do you remember?”
“more like he’s my singer,” he says, “but sure. and not much.”
“well, you’re gonna be okay,” says coach hottie — steve. “it really wasn’t that bad, and it was probably too fast for anyone to get it, unless they already had a camera on you. you took a puck to the head when one popped up. i’d apologize but it wasn’t one of my girls who did it, so. anyway — you weren’t out for long, which robbie says is good — she’ll get a look at you in a second — but you got your bell rung pretty good. and you’re gonna have quite the shiner, trust me.”
“speaking from experience?”
“oh, yeah. closer and faster too.” he gently raps his head with his knuckles. “too many concussions too early ended my nhl days, in fact.”
“oh. oh shit, sorry, i—“
“don’t worry about it, man, it happens,” he says. “and if it hadn’t, i wouldn’t be here.”
“at the frozen four.”
“yeah, sure, that too.”
“what?”
“what?” steve waves him off. “anyway, i’m just glad to see you up, ish, and talking. looked pretty scary, from the bench.”
“i really don’t remember,” says eddie. “but i’m sure i’ll see it on tiktok later, like i said — at least, my unconscious, bleeding form.”
“i got up there pretty fast, so i doubt it,” says steve.
eddie blinks, twice. “you—?”
“you were behind my bench, and you. well,” he says with a shrug, but he’s clearly a little embarrassed, finally putting those hands away — weapons of eddie destruction, he thinks — and shoving them into his pockets of his tight slacks. “i should be getting back out there.”
“do you? you’re murdering them pretty good, unless i black out and missed them getting four more goals,” eddie says.
the corners of steve’s eyes crinkle when he smiles. eddie thinks he might just pass out again. “no, we’re still gonna cinch it, i think. looks bad, though — first time coach missing the final period so’s he can hit on the cute musician who got his clock cleaned by the biscuit.”
“oh,” he says. swallows. “uh.”
steve’s crinkly, smiley eyes go wide. “unless—“
“no less!” eddie shouts and then immediately winces. at a better, less damaging to his more than slightly concussed noggin, volume, he says, “more, actually. because pretty sure i shouldn’t be left unsupervised, and i’ve clearly been abandoned by the band, so—“
“so,” says steve.
“coach, two minutes!” someone calls.
“so, i was hoping maybe i could keep hitting on the hot hockey coach back at his?”
“i’m at the ramada inn,” he says, “and i got tape to watch for the finals.”
“i live for room service,” eddie tells him seriously. “and i’m suddenly very into wisconsin sports teams.”
“coach! go time!”
“yeah?” he asks.
“yeah.”
“COACH!”
he jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “i gotta — but, uh, later?”
“pick me up in twenty?”
“probably more like half an hour, with stoppage,” he says.
someone bangs on the door. “COACH!! let’s boogie!!”
with one last look, wide eyed and smiling, steve leaves. eddie watches him go. he’d heard hockey players were caked up but lord — eddie is about to convert to a new religion, or maybe found one, over the stretch of those slacks.
“damn,” he says quietly.
“gross,” a woman says. eddie startles and looks to the side, where a lanky brunette with a bob and an undercut is staring at him, unimpressed. she’s in some get up that screams athletic trainer, and there’s a white board in her hand.
“how long have you been there?” he asks.
she raises an eyebrow. “long enough, and honestly, i don’t know if that counts as a you rule for him, or a you suck for you,” she says and does not elaborate when he asks. “also don’t look at him like that. it’s steve. he’s basically my sister.”
“yeah? any tips then?” asks eddie. “i promise i’ll only use them for good. well. mostly.”
“god,” she says with an expansive eye roll. “you’re gonna be a nightmare, aren’t you?”
a cheer goes up outside the room as the teams, presumably, take the ice again. eddie, head throbbing, concussed, embarrassed, grins. “sure hope so,” he says.
#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#rockstar au#hockey au#two great tastes that taste great together tbh#cross posted on twitter#might clean this up later + pop it on ao3
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Thinking about Steve who has not a single idea about how social media works, but he downloads a few things like Instagram and Twitter only to check in on the kids. Other than that, he has zero knowledge of pop culture and kind of lives in that blissful bubble. Every once in a while, the kids will get a bit exasperated with him, but he enjoys listening to them explain things - and he knows they secretly love being able to rehash all the gossip.
And honestly, being out of the loop has it’s perks. Especially when he’s on a plane to Los Angeles, California to visit the Byers while they’re there for a concert and to do some sightseeing in the meantime. He’s sat next to someone who sits by the window seat but wears a baseball cap and sunglasses, curly hair tied back in a ponytail. He seems strangely on edge - maybe suffering from a hangover or scared of flying.
Steve can’t help but tap him on the arm. When the stranger turns, he has his mouth in a flat line looking strangely done with the conversation before it’s even begun. “Sorry, I was just going to ask if you’re okay,” Steve says.
The man frowns and tilts his head. He hesitates to reply, “Yes, I’m just… a bit on edge.”
“Tell me about it. This is my first time on a plane.”
The stranger’s mouth twitches. “Is it really?”
“Yeah. What about you?” Steve asks.
“I’ve been on hundreds of planes - would rather be on the road though,” the stranger says reaching up to grab at the end of his ponytail and twirl it around his finger.
Steve smiles and replies, “I get that. I’m Steve by the way.” He holds his hand out to the stranger who eyes it wearily.
“Eddie,” he replies quietly and shakes his hand.
Steve gets distracted by the rings on his hands and finds himself asking about them. The stranger looks at him for a moment, and, even with the sunglasses on, Steve can tell Eddie is strangely taken aback. Steve is about to take it back and apologize for… mentioning the rings? But Eddie points to the first one and explains.
The rest of the plane ride goes well, amazingly well even. Steve finds himself chatting away with Eddie and throughly enjoying his company - especially when he holds his hand while the plane takes off. He especially enjoys the moment when Eddie briefly takes his sunglasses out to look at the clouds, and Steve gets to see his beautiful brown eyes.
A range of emotions pass through those eyes before Eddie puts the sunglasses back on. Steve almost asks him to keep them off - entranced by the way they express everything he’s thinking. But that can be a dangerous thing, so he doesn’t press him about it.
When the captain announces that they’re about to land, Steve is truly upset to think about not getting the chance to see Eddie again. Maybe it’s the fact that Steve has taken a risk and finally left Indiana for once or maybe Eddie’s just one of the first people he’s hit it off with in a long time, but Steve asks, “Do you want to get coffee? After we land.”
Eddie’s tongue rests on his top lip, tracing it back and forth as he considers it. He finally responds, “I would love to, but I have an appointment as soon as we land.”
Steve lets the disappointment settle in him but tries his best not to let it show. “It’s alright.”
But Eddie fidgets with his rings, tongue still resting on his top lip as he debates something. “Do you have an Instagram?” He asks.
Steve laughs bashfully. “I do, but I never use it. Well, I do sometimes just to keep track of some kids I used to babysit honestly, like Dustin who I told you about.”
Eddie’s smile turns into a full blown grin. “Of course. Well, do you mind if I get your Instagram so I can message you with when I’m free? I would give you my number but… I’m afraid of it getting out. Not that you would do that but… people listening and whatnot…” Eddie spins his rings so anxiously fast that it makes Steve nearly laugh.
“Yes, I hope I remember it correctly because I didn’t come up with it,” Steve confesses. Eddie passes him his phone with the notes app open. He types in steve.the.hair.harrington and hands the phone back.
Eddie takes it back and laughs as he reads it. “It’s fitting,” he explains and reaches out to mess with a few strands.
“I try my best,” Steve replies with a shrug, wondering how he can get Eddie to touch his hair again.
“My hair stylist would love you,” Eddie says then freezes.
Steve smiles. “You have a hair stylist?”
Eddie struggles to respond but is given an out as the plane finally lands. He’s immediately reaching out to grab Steve’s hand, and he forgets all about the question.
Eddie doesn’t let go until people start making their way off the plane, using his hand to tilt his baseball cap a little lower and tuck in on himself. It’s as if he’s trying to avoid having someone see him, but Steve doesn’t want to pry so he doesn’t ask.
Eddie follows Steve off the plane and glances around once they get to the terminal. Then, he quickly pulls him into a hug and whispers, “Thank you for a normal flight.”
Steve has no idea what he means by that, but he just squeezes him back tighter. Eddie pulls away and lingers in his arms. Steve wants more than anything to take off his sunglasses and look into his eyes again.
There’s a sound of a camera going off that has Eddie jumping away and putting his hands in his pockets. “Think we’re near someone famous?” Steve jokes.
“Oh, I know we are,” Eddie says with a small smile that makes it seem like he knows something that Steve doesn’t. Before he can ask, Eddie is saying, “I hope I’ll see you again. Goodbye, Steve.” And with that he’s rushing off, pulling his baseball cap a little lower and directing his gaze towards the ground.
He’s strange, but Steve likes him.
The rest of his day, he has a spring in his step. And by the time he gets to his hotel, he collapses on his bed with a sigh of relief. He pulls out his phone and checks for any notifications before he realizes his phone has been on airplane mode. He turns it off and waits for a message from Robin or Dustin to appear on his screen.
Instead, he’s bombarded with notification after notification - including 27 missed calls from Dustin. He calls him immediately.
The phone rings for not even a second before Dustin is answering with a scream of, “Steve Harrington, why have you not answered your phone?!”
“I’ve been sightseeing. Is everything okay?”
“Check the photos I sent you!”
Steve rushes to his messages, finding them filled with people he hasn’t heard from in years. He ignores that and goes to his pinned messages with Dustin. He clicks on the first picture he sees.
It’s a poor quality photo of him and Eddie hugging in the terminal. He swipes to find a photo of him and Eddie holding hands on the plane. Then another one of him lingering in Eddie’s arm looking… very smitten. “Dustin where did you get these?” Steve asks swiping and even coming across a video of them talking on the plane, with Steve laughing as Eddie dramatically tells some sort of tale.
“Better question, how did this even happen Steve? Why didn’t you tell me?!”
Steve is thoroughly confused. “Dustin, I just met Eddie today. But seriously, how did you get these?”
There’s a pause on the other line and a breathed out, “Oh my god.” He can hear Dustin take a deep breath before he asks, “Steve, please tell me that you know who Eddie Munson is.”
“His last name is Munson?”
There’s a muffled scream on the other line before Dustin is launching into a speech about how Eddie is one of the most famous up and coming artists right now. And yeah Corroded Coffins does sound familiar, but it doesn’t click until Dustin explains that’s who Steve and the Byers are going to see in concert.
Oh.
Steve thinks back and everything clicks - especially the number of people who were staring at him and trying to sneak photos while he was out. He scrolls to a screenshot of a Twitter post with the caption, “did anyone else know that eddie munson has a boyfriend???”
Steve’s eyes widen. “Dustin, how many people think we’re dating?”
“The entire internet so basically the whole world,” Dustin says, and Steve doesn’t have time to even process that statement before Dustin is yelling, “Oh my god!”
“What?”
“Eddie Munson just liked a photo I was tagged in! Holy shit, he’s seen my face!”
“Yeah, dude, I told him all about you on the plane,” Steve says. And boy, that probably will not help with the kid’s ego.
Steve opens his Instagram, ignoring Dustin’s little screams on the other line, and takes in the sheer number of notifications. He quickly goes to his requests in his messages and finds one from therealeddiemunson. “Hey, Dustin, what does a blue checkmark mean?”
Dustin groans on the other line asking why it was Steve who got to meet him before finally explaining it. Steve accepts the request and stares at the message hey, you still on for that coffee?
Steve clicks on Eddie’s profile and his heart thuds. He’s pretty sure people aren’t supposed to have a “K” in their follower count. He looks at the recent photos and feels himself turn a bit red. He almost has no clue how the Eddie he met on the plane and Eddie Munson are the same guy.
“Dustin, if I turned down Eddie Munson for coffee would you ever be able to forgive me?”
“Don’t you fucking dare, or I swear to god I will never let my mom bake anything for you again.”
Steve laughs and with that he goes back to the messages and sends Absolutely :)
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie ficlet#this deleted three times while I was writing this#I nearly gave up
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Apple Seed 15: Mommy's Here?
16 Hours In
Charlie: (demon mode as she screams in agony and continues to crush Vaggie's hand, pulverizing the bones to dust) FUUUUUUUUCK!!!!
Vaggie: (biting her tongue so hard she's bleeding as the bones in her forearm begin to snap and break, holding Charlie's leg up by the bend in her knee with the crook of her elbow with her free hand, and trying to breathe despite Charlie's tail constricting her waist)
You're doing great, babe. (kisses Charlie's sweaty hair) Just a little more. You can do it.
Demon Charlie: (slumps against the pillows with a pitiful sob) I can't. I can't. I can't do it. *sob - hic* I can't.
Rosie: (on Charlie's other side, holding her other leg up with one arm and petting her hair with the other - mostly trying to make sure Charlie doesn't rush forward and poke out anyone's eyes with her horns)
Of course, you can! You're doing wonderful, darling! Isn't she doing great, Carmilla?
Carmilla: (sitting at the end of the bed with her hands hidden between Charlie's legs) It's Carmine to you, Rosie. But, yes, she is doing well. The baby's head is almost out, then the biggest problem will be the shoulders. Push on three, Princess. One.... two.... three.
Demon Charlie: (growls ferally as she pushes again, pressing her legs against Vaggie and Rosie's grip for leverage, and spewing fire out of the sides of her mouth)
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! (slumps against the pillows again)
Carmilla: That's it, Princess. (grabs a warm, wet towel and starts wiping the baby's face and hair) Esta bebé se parecerá a Vaggie, lo juro. The head is out. Now, all you have to do is get the shoulders. Charlotte, you'll have to give a really big push to get them out. One more should do it. Can you do it?
Demon Charlie: (panting and whimpering as she nods) U-Uh-huh....
Carmilla: Good. On three. One....
Rosie: Two....
Vaggie: Three!
-In the Foyer-
Lilith: (sitting on the couch and seething as she downs her fifth cocktail) That self-entitled, boorish, sorry excuse of an angel dares to tell me, ME, the Queen of HELL to wait outside while my daughter gives birth!
Angel: Honestly, I'm not surprised, bitch. Vags has no clue who the fuck you are. She's never met ya. You weren't there for Charlie when she opened the hotel, you were mysteriously missing during the fight against heaven, gone for the hotel rebuildin', didn't show up for their wedding, missed out on all the pregnancy bullshit. Shit, if she had let you in, I woulda been insulted!
Lilith: (horns grow in anger) Why you pathetic sex worker-
Lucifer: (boops Lilith's nose with a rolled up magazine) No. Mm-mmm. Not today or any other day. Angel has a point. You decided to go off galivanting in Heaven during all of this, so you have no right to be mad that you aren't in there right now.
Lilith: (blinks and black shadows swirl around her) HOW DARE YOU?!?!?!
Lucifer: (boops again) No. Down. Bad, Lili, bad.
Husk: (pours himself another drink) Never in a million years would I have thought that this was the relationship the King and Ex-Queen of Hell would have.
Lilith: I am STILL the QUEEN!!!!
Angel: Hardly. No one cares about you anymore. Everyone's all about Charlie after the war against the Exorcists. Your reign is done, your ex-highn-ass.
Lilith: (opens her mouth to refute only to be cut off by Charlie's growling, scream of a screech)
-Fire explodes through the hotel without burning the inhabitants-
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
-Silence-
Hazbins: (stand still)
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-The sound of a baby's cry echoes through the hotel-
#apple seed 15#apple seed#apple seed au#part 15#chaggie#charlie#vaggie#husk#angel#lilith#lucifer#carmilla carmine#rosie#hazbin hotel#pregnant charlie#labor#The Baby Is Here!#demon charlie
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coming home to anakin after a stressful day at work is something i think of VERY often.
MDNI 18+
you let out a sigh as you enter your home, the stress slowly melting away. you immediately see anakin sitting on the couch, long legs spread out in front of him, a warm smile plastered on his face as he looks up at you. his blue eyes shine bright and loving as he opens his arms to welcome you home.
"hey baby," he speaks softly, his voice a calming and comforting presence in the room. "long day?" he asks and you see his face shift to a look of concern and sympathy, as he notices how tired you look. he reaches an arm forward to gently pull you in close and kisses you on the cheek. you feel him rest his hands around your waist as sit sideways on his lap.
"yeah, my boss has just been such an asshole recently." you complain. he squeezes his arms around you, pulling you close as he listens to your story intently and with care and concern.
"tell me about your day angel, i wanna know." his warm gaze relaxes your tense muscles as you lean into his shoulder, his gentle embrace comforting you after a long day.
as you start to talk about all the little things that have annoyed you throughout the day, you feel anakin's lips slide down your neck and eventually onto your shoulders and collarbone. the warmth of his touch tingles through your body as his soft lips move with such tenderness and care. you try to keep your composure as he places soft kisses along your skin, but you can't help but stumble over your words every so often. anakin responds with encouraging and nodding 'mhm's' as your voice trembles with the sensation of his kisses along your skin. his touch is like fire, spreading warmth and passion throughout you as your body responds with chills and butterflies. your breathing quickens and your heart races as you do your best to focus on speaking as he continues his ministrations along your skin.
anakin's hands move up to your hips, pulling your skirt up your thighs to expose your thigh and hip, while his lips continue to pepper kisses along your neck and shoulders.
"ani, what are you doing?" you ask smiling. you feel his warm breath against your skin.
"jus' keep talking, i'm listening." his quiet voice was laced with a hint of playfulness. he takes his free hand to caress your waist and thigh as he continues to kiss and nibble on your neck. his fingers trail along the curve of your inner thigh, teasingly brushing against the now damp fabric of your panties.
your voice wavers and falters as you try to talk more about your day. overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body. anakin's touch has a way of silencing your thoughts, replacing them with a desperate craving for release.
anakin starts to stroke along your slick folds, enjoying the wetness seeping through the fabric. his touch is firm yet gentle, his fingers dancing expertly over your sensitive nub. each stroke sends quivers of pleasure coursing through your body, causing your breathing to grow ragged.
with a slow, deliberate motion, he moves your underwear to the side, exposing your eager and throbbing cunt. his fingers glide along your slick entrance, teasingly circling the swollen bud of your clit before he plunges a single finger deep inside you.
a sharp gasp escapes your lips as pleasure surges through your body, momentarily stealing your voice. your eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and pleasure as anakin's finger begins to explore the depths of your pussy.
"what did i say? keep talking." he demands. anakin's touch is skillful and purposeful, his finger curling and pressing against your sensitive walls, searching for that spot that he know will drive you wild.
you flutter your eyes closed and continue speaking, internly shocked that you could even still remember what even happened today.
your thoughts become scattered, your speech slurring and stumbling over your words as anakins fingers pumped into you at a relentless pace. as you continue to lose yourself in the ecstasy of the moment, anakin's lips press against yours, effectively silencing any words that may have escaped your lips.
anakin holds you tightly, providing a comforting embrace as your orgasm quickly washes over you, leaving you in a state of blissful haze. your head rests on his shoulder, your breath coming in deep, heavy pants as the intensity of the moment subsides.
his fingers tenderly stroke your skin, his touch now soothing and gentle as he helps you ride out the waves of pleasure that still course through your body. anakin's presence is a grounding force, his arms wrapped protectively around you.
he places a soft kiss on your forehead, his words a whispered reassurance.
"come to bed angel, you don't have to do anything for the rest of the day."
#nai writes ୨୧#anakin#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin x you#anakin x reader#hayden christensen#hayden christensen x you#hayden christensen x reader#st4rfckerz
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TALKIN' DIRTY - NANAMI KENTO
CONTENT WARNING: rough(ish) sex, praise
819 pm, Los Angeles Ca
"you want me to call you a slut? yn dear .." the blonde man turned his chair around, now facing you. he sat his papers down to the side before removing his glasses.
you and kento have been together for almost a year now, and of course he's the breadwinner. he isn't against you working, but he'd rather you focus on your studies to not over-stress yourself. the sex life was good, but vanilla. you lost your virginity to kento, so you expected the same thing every few weeks. lights off, slow pace, couple of kisses, orgasm, more kisses, and then you'd two call it a night.
"It's okay ken, I know you don't mean it. if youre not comfortable that's okay-"
"I'm fine with it. it's just out of the ordinary ... where did you come up with this?" kento stood up, pushing his chair back into his desk. you leaned against the door frame of his office, tilting your head up as he walked towards you. "twitter! I want you to ask me questions like, if it feels good, and to tell you how good it feels!" you smiled, jumping from excitement.
he raised his eyebrow, looking down at you. kento let out a small sigh, biting his bottom lip, his hands now resting in his pockets. "okay I don't mind doing any of that, I just don't want to hurt you love" he pulled your face closer to his, pulling you in for a kiss. his touch was so soft, so gentle. he was never rough with you, always handling you with more care than he would a porcelain doll.
"you wont, I promise kenny. I can take it" you held his hand near his face before he pulled yours up to his lips for a small kiss. how sweet.
902 pm, Los Angeles Ca
"I thought you could take it yn? I thought you wanted me to fuck you like this? I'm giving you what you want you should be thankful" kento groaned, pushing your legs behind your head, holding down your thighs.
SLAP SLAP SLAP
your tits bounced from the aggressive movements, earning lewd moans escaping between your lips. "I ... I ammughhh" you slurred, rolling your eyes back from the sensation. he slowed down, pressing his hand on your lower stomach, his free hand now grabbing your jaw forcing eye contact. "you feel that? dick in your stomach, feels good doesn't it pretty girl?"
you bit your lip, clawing at your boyfriends bare back. "mmghh ... yes ssirrr" kento left trails of kisses along your jawline as the pace of his hips increased, wet noises and moans now filling the air. "you like this don't you? you like being a slut for me, don't you? you're being so good for me" he whispered, snaking his hand over to pinch your nipple.
"yess ... sirrrr" you grabbed onto his waist, forcing him deeper inside you. "princess, you're so wet for me. look, I want you to watch this dick go inside this pretty pussy" he cooed, his thumb now creating small circles on your swole nub. you supported yourself on your elbows, looking down at his thick shaft sweetly easing in and out of you. the sight of his dick inside you made you drool; the way he was acting overall made you ballistic.
"f ... fuck ... so good my love, your pussy is so good to me. I wanna see you cum for me" kento licked his lips, placing his hand back down onto your stomach.
SLAP ... SLAP ... SLAP
you closed your eyes, digging your bright pink nails into the palm of your hands. he scoffed, speeding up the thrusts of his hips into yours. "let me see that pretty face baby, don't close your eyes. keep taking this dick like a good girl yn"
#black fanfic writer#fem reader#black reader#x black reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#nanami kento#nanami x reader#nanami smut#jjk nanami#jujutsu nanami#jjk kento#kento smut#kento x y/n#jujutsu kaisen nanami#kento x reader
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im the anon who requested the school one, and i loved it smmm thank you for writing it 🫶🏻
could you maybe do a tom x fem!reader where she wears his clothes for the first time and he’s just like.
yknow? and its all fluffy and like maybe a lil makeout or smth but only if you’re comfortable love!!
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aaa hii 💿 anon!!! i’m so glad you liked the school thing i wrote i had so much fun with that one :3
Tom’s Closet for Two
Tom Kaulitz fluff fic (with mentions of sexual topics)!!
Tom clicks the door shut of your shared apartment and walks in. Stretching his arms over his head, he groans. “Meine Liebe? Are you home?” He calls out to you. You step out from the kitchen and smile warmly at him, “Oh, hey Tom, did you buy the angel hair like I asked?”
He stops in his tracks. A large T-Shirt of his, one of his favorites is draping over your body and engulfing your curves that he loves so dearly. Your legs are bare and he can’t help but look. It looks as if he's completely glitched out, and the gears in his brain are still turning. “What are you wearing?” He asks softly instead of answering your question.
“What?” You say, confused. Looking down at yourself you realize you’re wearing Tom’s shirt, “Oh! It’s laundry day, remember? I had nothing else to wear.“ He smiles and walks up to you, his hands finding your hips and a kiss finding your lips.
"You look so pretty in it," He purrs, "It suits you." Tom kisses your cheek.
You nervously giggle, "Thanks, but it's practically like a dress on me--"
He cuts you off by throwing you over his shoulder. You shriek with surprise before chuckling. Tom begins to carry you off to the bedroom. One of his hands is securing you on his shoulder by the small of your back, and the other is holding the back of your thigh.
As he sits down on the bed he pulls you onto his lap. Tom presses a kiss onto your lips and holds your body flush to his. “You look so beautiful,” He mumbles as he kisses you again. You giggle and pull away from the kiss.
“What is up with you all the sudden?” You ask as he begins to press wet kisses onto your neck. He grips your hips in his hands and pulls away from your neck, his eyes heavy lidded. You see him glance down at his shirt as it engulfs you and then look back at you again. Your face slightly reddens as you realize. "Oh." He leans in again and kisses you a bit more deeply this time. Tom's tongue presses against your slightly parted lips and pushes through into your mouth. Your fingertips trace the back of his neck as your free hand cups his cheek. He pulls away and the two of you kiss again, once, twice, thrice. Inhaling as much air as the both of you can between every meeting of your lips.
He moves his head down and begins to begin kissing your neck again. Murmuring compliments and praise to you. Something about you wearing his clothes flipped a switch in his brain, a switch that you intend to take advantage of. "You're just so pretty, mein Schatz," Tom mutters, his grip on your hips increasing in strength. He slowly pulls away and flashes those puppy dog eyes at you, "I swear I almost came in my pants when I first saw you in this."
You try not to, but you can't help but laugh at this. Playfully pushing his shoulder, he just smiles at you. "Where did that come from?"
"The place I do all my thinking, duh." He glances at his crotch and then looks back up at you with a stupid grin. You pull one of your legs to the other side of his lap and move to get off his lap. Tom wraps his arms around you and presses kisses all over your face.
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Just like you knew you would when you realized his love for you in his clothes, you use it to your advantage...
"Sorry I'm late," You say to the rest of Tokio Hotel, "Tom here let me sleep in."
Tom chuckles but his smile falls when he looks over at you and realizes you're wearing his clothes. Older ones that don't exactly fit his tall stature anymore, but still his clothes nonetheless. You shoot him a cheeky smile and he just takes your hand into his. Looking back at his bandmates with a flushed face, he couldn't be any happier that he wears baggy pants.
deine, kirsche. ✮
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i was wondering if you can do like a secret admirer / friends to lovers thing with tim bradford? like reader or tim are sending each other notes and get them something that they’ve mentioned before but never had time or the resources to get. sorry if that sounds confusing
I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted; if it's not, let me know and I'd be happy to try again! Thanks for the great request and please feel free to let me know what you think!🤍
Secret Admirers
Warnings: fluff, brief angst, friends to lovers, obliviousness, brief LA Rams slander
Word Count: 1.9k+ words
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“How am I supposed to consider you a friend when you say things like that?” you ask.
Tim shakes his head. “You’re just mad because I’m right.”
“There are other things to do besides football,” you argue.
“I thought it was my night to pick.”
“You always pick football.”
“The Rams are playing.”
You sigh dramatically, leaning against Tim’s shoulder. “Fine, turn on the game, let me lose a few more IQ points.”
Tim’s shoulder moves below you, the only sign that he’s laughing at your actions. If you didn’t want to watch football, he wouldn’t make you, because he’s a good friend. No one knows; you only got close to him because of your relentless pursuit of getting to know him. And now you’re inseparable.
“You know you’re my closest friend?” you ask.
“Then you should get out more,” he deadpans.
“You love me.”
“Whatever you need to hear.”
“Tell me I’m your best friend and I’ll tell you the Rams are making it to the Super Bowl.” You lower your voice to add, “For once.”
Tim’s eyes narrow as he moves to look at you. “You have to mean it.”
Nodding, you put on your most serious expression.
“You are my best friend,” Tim says.
You smile brightly, and Tim presses his lips together to hide his smile.
“The Rams are going to the Super Bowl. Guaranteed,” you tell him.
“Well now they are. You’re our luck,” Tim mumbles, leaning back against the couch again.
“Heard that.”
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You haven’t seen Tim in almost a week. After the game ended, a win for the Rams, he got called into work and has barely been home since. Just long enough to sleep and eat each night before he’s gone again. Los Angeles has been dealing with numerous crime sprees, like a miniature version of the Purge that the Mid-Wilshire Division faces singlehandedly.
Your stomach rumbles around lunchtime, and as you reach for your bag, you realize Tim probably hasn’t had a good meal this week. Dialing the number of his favorite restaurant, you place a huge order to be delivered to the station, not even thinking about letting Tim know who it’s from.
Knowing Tim has food he’ll enjoy, you rest a little easier and continue your day with a small smile.
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“Hey,” Tim sighs, letting you inside. “Sorry I’ve been so busy this week.”
“No problem, glad you’re home.”
“You’ll never guess what happened,” he says. “Someone sent a ton of food from my favorite restaurant yesterday afternoon. The timing was perfect; we were all exhausted and starving. And… it’s been so long since someone just did something nice for me like that.”
Tim smiles as he shakes his head gently.
“I wish I knew who it was from so I could thank them properly.”
You consider telling him, but first, you ask, “Think it’s a secret admirer?”
Tim barks out a single laugh. “Yeah, because this is going to become a regular thing.”
That’s all the answer you need. Keeping your mouth closed, you nod and become Tim Bradford’s secret admirer. He deserves everything and more, and it’s up to you to show him.
You’ve always felt something for Tim, and as you start taking note of little things he likes or wants, you avoid confronting what these feelings could really be.
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“More to come,” you say as you finish writing the letter.
After a few days of giving Tim small gifts and becoming more attuned to his wants and likes, you add handwritten notes to your deliveries to add a personal level. He hasn’t seen your writing enough to determine you are his secret admirer, so you give him the acknowledgment and words of affirmation he craves, often without knowing.
Securing the note to the top of the box, a new Rams jersey, you smile. Being Tim’s secret admirer makes you happy, but more than that, it makes Tim happy, which is the one thing you want in the world.
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Tim opens the box before the letter, his eyes widening at the brand-new, once-worn Rams jersey. Closing it quickly, he reaches for the letter before stopping. Tim feels strange accepting the gifts, especially one that is so expensive. But, if whoever this is wants to do something so kind, the least he can do is accept them. It’s not just about the money, though, Tim realizes. His thoughts often drift to you, and he can’t place why, but he still wonders if accepting something from others will create a rift in his relationship with you.
First, it’s not too expensive. You deserve so much more than you would ever be willing to get for yourself. So, accept it and enjoy it.
Tim shakes his head; whoever wrote this knows him better than he thought. They’re probably close.
Happiness isn’t something you have to earn or prove you are worthy of.
Closing the card and tucking it underneath the jersey, Tim prepares to leave for the day. After stowing the thoughtful gift from his secret admirer in his backseat, he drives to a nearby store to pick up a few things for dinner.
While shopping, Tim sees something you have always wanted but have never been able to afford. After receiving so many kind gifts and hearing the exact words he unknowingly craves, he feels a strong urge to give you something you want and deserve, too.
It's after dark when he leaves the store, so Tim decides to put it on your porch in the morning as a surprise. You’ll know his writing, so he prints a note that you deserve nice things, even when you don’t feel like you do.
Once it’s safely on your porch before sunrise, and Tim is driving to the station, he realizes that he doesn’t like having a secret admirer. Not because he doesn’t like the gifts or the money spent on him, but because he doesn’t want to lose you if the secret admirer wants more.
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Tears gather in your eyes when you see the gift on your porch. After years of daydreaming about spending that kind of money on something you love and then talking yourself out of it with an argument that you don’t deserve it, you don’t know what to do. The note attached to it silences each of the thoughts racing through your mind.
Being a secret admirer and having one are very different things, and you’re not sure you like this.
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Each gift Tim receives over the next week deepens his frown, even as he reads the kind notes attached. He wants to know who it is, so he can explain that he’s grateful, but it needs to stop. You’ve stayed at his side through each letter, glad that someone is being kind. Tim’s contention comes from the fact that when he gets something, he wants to call you and share it with you, but that may not be fair to you. Yes, he’s your secret admirer, but he doesn’t want to lose you because of his. It’s probably an irrational fear, but if someone is doing this and expecting to move forward into a real relationship with Tim, he can’t. He won’t.
On Friday, the end of his first week as your secret admirer, he sends you a bouquet, not made of flowers, but of things that constitute your favorite hobby. It’s incredibly thoughtful, and the note comes straight from his heart. He mentions something specific about your past, smiling as he pictures your excited smile.
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When you accept the large arrangement, your eyes widen as you reach for the card first. The last line mentions something you’ve only talked about once. The one time you confided about it to someone was to Tim Bradford.
Your jaw drops as you realize that Tim is the only person who could have been doing this over the last week. That means he probably knows that you’re his secret admirer, too. Grabbing your car keys, you drive straight to the station, ready to tell Tim it’s been you and you meant every word you said.
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“Who dropped it off?” Tim demands.
“Sergeant,” the woman begins.
“Don’t tell me that it was a delivery, they have to give a name. I need to know who is giving me this stuff because I can’t accept it!”
You stop in the hallway, listening to Tim’s raised voice as he refuses to accept a gift.
“I can look into it.”
“Please do,” Tim says, quieter.
Stepping out of the hall and walking toward the bullpen, Tim sees you, and his shoulders drop in relief. He walks to your side and leads you somewhere private to talk.
“You don’t want a secret admirer anymore?” you ask softly, your fingers brushing the edge of the envelope hidden behind your back.
“No.”
“Why not?”
Tim sighs, rubbing his hand on his jaw before answering, “Because I’m in love with someone else.”
Even though you were sure the letter was from him, you drop your eyes and begin second-guessing yourself. Maybe you mentioned it to someone else, or they just found out. Tim notices your change and steps closer.
“What’s going on?” he asks gently.
“Nothing, I just- I should go.”
You rush out, and Tim can’t chase you because he has to work. He calls and texts you throughout the rest of the afternoon, growing grumpier with each ignored message and ring.
When he finally gets off work, he drives straight to you and knocks on your door, determined to get answers.
“I thought it was you,” you admit, opening the door and not letting him speak. “I was getting letters too and I thought they were from you.”
Tim’s anger dissipates nearly immediately with your soft voice and downcast eyes. “They were. The letters were from me.”
“Then-“
“That’s why I can’t let whoever is sending me such thoughtful gifts continue,” Tim interrupts. “Because I have feelings for you.”
You pull Tim inside, leaning against the door as you say, “But it's all been from me.”
Tim’s eyes widen, and his mouth gapes open as you pass him an envelope. He opens it, nearly choking on air as he sees two tickets to the next Rams game.
“Why didn’t you just tell me at the station?” he asks, looking between you and the tickets before moving toward you.
“You said you were in love with someone else,” you answer with a shrug.
Tim chuckles, letting you see his smile as he bends to look into your eyes. “Because I didn’t know it was you.”
“I was going to tell you. At the game, if you’d let me go.” You fiddle with your fingers until he slides his hand between yours.
“I have a better idea.”
“What?”
Tim sets the tickets on the table behind him. Turning toward you, he takes your face between his hands and kisses you. His slow, languid movements reinforce everything he has expressed through his actions and written words over the past week.
You gasp when his lips meet yours, clutching his shirt in your grasp as you kiss him, letting your actions speak yet again.
“Will you go out with me?” Tim asks, breathless as he pulls back, his hands dropping to your waist. “Some walking angel gave me a few Rams tickets, and I’d love to take you.”
“Depends,” you answer with a hum. “What are your thoughts on secret admirers?”
Tim squeezes your waist gently. “I love mine.”
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journalism at its finest
summary: you have made a career for yourself by interviewing celebrities, but are feeling a little uncomfortable when one hits close to home.
warnings: none
i nervously climbed into my car. the engine only makes my nerves rattle more. growing up, i was infatuated with actors and musicians. i found myself watching movies for the actors instead of the plot. listening to songs for the singers instead of the message. i can't explain my relationship with the media. i guess being online a lot as a teenager is to blame.
regardless, i knew from an early age that i wanted to work in the industry. not as an entertainer, but in the background. i wanted to observe the lifestyle up close. going to college for journalism was the best decision i have made for myself because now i get to live out my fantasy.
i get paid to interview these people. and though i find a lot of them uptight and spoiled, the nosy side of me loves picking them apart. because of my job, i try my best to stay neutral on these celebrities so that they don't feel uncomfortable. apart from the research i do in order to come up with my questions, of course.
today is different. there is a show called "outer banks" that came around during quarantine, so with my free time, i binge-watched the entire first season. as i mentioned, normally i watch tv shows and movies for the actors, but i hadn't seen anyone in this show.
however, when i delved deeper into google, i found the name of one of the actors to be familiar. drew starkey. i quickly found out that he grew up in north carolina, as did i. confused, i pulled myself from my cocoon on my couch to find my old high school yearbooks. grabbing one at random, i see him grinning in his senior photo. how could i forget?
ever since i discovered this, i avoided the show like the plague. even though i had been surrounded by celebrities for years now, i had never known one of them personally. it almost ruined the glamorous aura surrounding them. imagining him as a regular teenage boy in the classes we shared was humbling. he wasn't mean in high school, not at all. if anything, i remember finding it odd that he hung around the theater kids because he was a total jock.
because of quarantine, i knew that press would be difficult for the actors, and because of this, i never anticipated having to interview them. which helped ease my nerves. moving to los angeles meant that i would interview every celebrity on the new up-and-coming shows. part of me hoped the hype surrounding the show would die down before the lockdown did.
the entire ride to the studio, i told myself over and over again that there was no way he would remember me. he was a jock, and i barely spoke. it wasn't the fact that i was shy, high school just wasn't for me. i counted down the days to graduation. i was only there because i had to be. i put more focus on my studies than my social life.
in the back of my mind, i can't help but fear that seeing him will bring back memories of being the closed-off kid i was back then. as long as no one mentions it, everything will be okay. i repeated that to myself a few times before parking my car in the lot. removing my seatbelt as slowly as possible to buy time.
my hands are shaking as i walk to my studio. i send passing smiles to my coworkers as i make my way to the bathroom. i confirm that my hair, face, and outfit look presentable, and read over my questions one last time.
the cameraman walks up to me as i take my seat to wait for the cast to arrive. "i just got a call; austin and drew are going to be the only ones you're interviewing today. madelyn, rudy, and madison will be interviewed tomorrow," he says, looking for any sort of confirmation. "that sounds perfect," i say, smiling, still looking at my cards.
i hear footsteps coming from the hallway and quickly stand up. austin and drew emerged into the room with their crew. "hello! so nice to meet you, my name is y/n," i say with a grin as i hold out my hand to them. they do the same, introducing themselves as they take turns shaking my hand.
all three seats are now filled, so we can begin the questions. the first fifteen minutes go perfectly; we're laughing, they're thoroughly interested in the questions, and they're giving great answers. turning my attention to drew, i ask, "has this sudden change in lifestyle been difficult for you at all? to go from putting your all into basketball, to then deciding on theater in college?"
he looks taken aback by my question. that nervous feeling in my stomach is slowly creeping back. i made sure that his sports background was easy to find online, so i was confident he wouldn't be too surprised. "wait a second. y/n? y/n y/l/n?" i can feel my cheeks flush at his realization.
"can i be honest? i was hoping you wouldn't notice," i said, covering my face with my note cards. we are now sharing smiles. "oh my god. i sat behind you in algebra, you're the only reason i passed that class," he says in between laughs. seeing him in person has brought all of those little memories flooding back.
after a minute or so of catching up, their team urges us on. "we've got other interviews, guys," the man says impatiently. we carry on for an additional fifteen minutes or so before i have run out of questions to ask. we said our farewells, and i thanked them for coming.
just as they were leaving, drew turned around, brushing past the guys they had walked in with. "y/n can i get your number? i would love to catch up properly whenever we both have time," he says, pulling out his phone. "yes, of course!" i smile, quickly typing in the numbers before they are once again rushed away.
it felt like no time before my phone started dinging.
part two is here!
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-Ghost/top!M reader: “I’m right here, baby”
Reader was put into a nasty coma and ghost hasn’t been the same. Still desperately trying to make you happy even through this long slumber.
A/N: im not one to write sad or dark things and this one really is not to heavy but still beware just in case. I hope y’all enjoy!
edit: this fic includes suicidal elements so please read with caution
“To grieve deeply is to have loved fully.”
But you weren’t even gone your lungs still filled with air, eyes watching through closed lids, and ears perking when you heard his choked sobs.
“Babe, Baby, (y/n).” The sound of his voice drowned out by the hammering of gun fire and ringing in the air. Sulfur and smoldering flesh danced along the ground, covering the both of you in its dark loving embrace.
You couldn’t move only watch through blurred eyes the frantic ones staring right back at you. Simon had cold eyes, deadly sharp shark eyes. Eyes that loved you and softened so sweetly when you were in his focus. “I’m right here, baby,” Simon murmured the rain of his tears dotting your face as you were carried up to the light. Safe and secured in these trembling arms of your Angel.
“He’s been like that since we got here…” Price whispered to Gaz as the rest of the team watched their crumbling comrade. The surgery was over but the doors remained shut and the curtain drawn shut, The Ghost never prayed to God for his mercy but today he did. Not as a monster of the 141 but as Simon Riley, still stained in his blood dried gear curled up on the floor just outside your door. His trembling hand pressed against the wall almost trying to push through the concrete to reach you.
The next morning nothing had changed, you wouldn't open your eyes and Simon tried to keep hope. And as days turned to weeks he continued to stay, living off the cold hospital food and you, your liquids.
Your muscles started to fade and your face sunk in a little bit almost like how you looked before meeting the 141. A scrawny guy would never had the pleasure of eating los vaqueros cooking, raiding Alex’s snack stash, or wolfing down a plate of ribs with ghost for a free meal.
“You look beautiful” he whispered pressing a kiss to your forehead brining the blanket up a bit higher. A heavy thing Farah had made and sent over to make sure you didn’t “freeze to death”.
Weeks passed and the ghost was starting to grow weary of this room you were trapped in. Books stacked high and puzzles glued and hung up for decoration of the room. Plants grew with flowers blooming just for you, a heating lamp to mimic the sun on your greying skin.
His lips pressing soft kisses to your own and everywhere you always liked him to.
Sometimes pacing, screaming at you when he halted his steps or begging you to just wake up when the days got particularly hard. The rage whispering, and sweltering river of tears of his begging apologies. Curled up to you wrapping your arms around him as if you’re still truly awake to soothe him.
Seven months, long and and quiet without your laughter to bring his own. Simon had grown smaller lost weight and shoulders no longer strong enough to carry the world. You had grown thinner almost sinking into the bed and lost in the sheets until the nurses would roll you over, keeping the bed sores away so the long stillness wasn’t to obvious.
Even then the sores still bloomed and Simon ran another bursting dam of tears into the already overflowing river.
A year passed and when the January dreariness started he brought you crisp mangos that Rudy had grown. Doting the slices with sweet chili lime and holding the mixture to your nose, letting the juices run down to your cracked dry lips.
“It’s spi-“
It was a deafening sound like a bursting bubble or shattering glass. Your weary eyes a shocked glaze as they stared at the widened ones of your lover. The smell of gun powder filled your nose with familiar smell of iron. The warm trickle and crimson droplets ran down your pretty face, mouth open and agape in a permanent disbelief.
Simons trembling hands steadying as he crawled into bed next to you, the barrel soft under his chin and burning with the heat of it previous discharge. The fire of it leaving a crisp edge at the new hole in his face, a perfect pair with yours…
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A/N: i don’t even know why I wrote this tbh- imma go write that Price one to make myself feel better
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ TO KNOW THINGS LIKE LOVE 0.2
↳ summary: in which matt’s life is turned upside down in a split second and it leaves him a shell of the person he uses to be.
↳ pairings: matt sturniolo × female!reader (past tense)
↳ warnings: angst. angst. angst. ANGSTTTTT. death of main character, car crash, panic attacks, funeral, matt being absolutely heartbroken, broken relationship with hygiene and food, survivors guilt, suicide contemplation, no happy endings, get your tissues ready.
↳ if you or a loved one is suffering from suicidal ideations, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me, to a friend, to a professional, or your regional/national suicide hotline from this list. the world is a better place with you in it and you are so loved.
THIRD PERSON POV
matt smiled at his girlfriend, hold the door open for her, as she made her way down the stairs leading from her front door.
“hey pretty lady.” matt whispered, making her playfully roll her eyes at the corniness of his actions, but the affection and intention behind his words and actions made her heart swell deep in her chest.
“you’re such a goof.” she laughed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as she reached him, her way to say hello while simultaneously thanking him for being such a gentleman.
the two sat in comfortable and peaceful silence as they slowly made their way toward matt’s top secret date destination of the night. y/n couldn’t help but notice the way matt kept chewing his nails as he weaved his way down the busy los angeles roads. smiling, she wordlessly took his hand away from his mouth and intertwined their fingers.
“baby what’s wrong?”
“i’m just nervous honey, that’s all.”
“why?” she hummed, watching as they made their way into the turning lane, waiting a couple of cars away from the intersection.
“because i love you and i really need tonight to go well.” matt smiled, his plan of proposing staying well hidden in the back of his mind.
“baby, i love you so much that i would be fine if we ended up at some greasy fast food restaurant. i’d go anywhere with you.” she laughed, the sound easing his worries as he began to move his car forward.
“baby i love you t-.” matt started, attempting to pull up to the line before the intersection, but was soon cut off, watching in horror as a car barrelled toward his, his hand squeezing her as they had no time to move before the sickening sound of squealing rubber and breaking glass filled the air.
for a moment, matt struggled to open his eyes, the sharp ringing in his ears causing such a strong vibration that it was impossible for him to focus. taking in his surroundings, he realized his car had been pushed into the one beside him, the damage on his was minimal but still severe enough to write off the car. as he turned his head, it was as if all time had stopped. rushing to unbuckle himself, he pushed himself up in his seat, reaching to press the fingers of his free hand to y/n’s throat, struggling to find a pulse.
he pressed his fingers to every pulse point he could reach, not one single thump was found. his hand that still held hers started to tremble as he tapped her face lightly, watching as her head fell limp to her opposite shoulder.
“no, n-no baby, c’mon. wake up please.” he stuttered, thrashing around in his seat as people were able to successfully push the smaller car on his side out of the way, reaching him.
“sir are you okay?”
“yes but i think my girlfriend’s dead. she’s not breathing and i can’t find a pulse. please call for help.”
“the police and ambulance are on their way. do you want help getting out?” the stranger asked, reaching for the handle.
“no! i’m not fucking leaving her.” he screamed, running a shaky hand through his hair.
AFTER THE CRASH
matt sat on the curb, covered in a blanket watching as the coroners wheeled his girlfriend away in a body bag. abruptly, he stood up and keeled over, bracing himself up his hands and knees as he emptied the contents of his stomach for a third time since getting pulled out of his car.
matt had already talked to officers and every person that had questions for him, explaining in detail what happened as he waited for nick and chris. his injuries had been checked and cleaned and he had been cleared to wait on the curb.
the sound of glass breaking echoed in his mind, thankful in some sick way that y/n went quickly, not being able to stomach the thought of her screaming in agony. he never wanted to be in pain and he prayed that the few fleeting moments she had before she went were painless. the sound of nick and chris yelling brought him out of his traumatized stupor as he rose to his feet, quickly barrelling through the crowd of people into his brothers’ arms.
“matt what happened? where’s y/n.”
“a car came out of nowhere and hit her side and she-she’s gone.” matt sobbed, his knees crumbling beneath him as his brothers held him for support, their own hearts breaking for him.
“oh matt, i’m so sorry.” nick soothed, his voice cracking as they realized the severity of what had happened.
TWO WEEKS LATER
the triplets had flown home back to boston on separate private flights, per their requests. news had broken out about matt’s car crash and they weren’t ready to deal with the stares.
over the two weeks of preparation for the funeral, matt had drastically fallen apart. he wasn’t eating, wasn’t showering, and he has even contemplated taking his own life multiple times. but he couldn’t go through with it. he knew he had to live for y/n, carry on her love for life and everything it brought, no matter how hard it was for him.
matt had opted to fly home with y/n’s parents and her casket on a private jet that the hospital provided for them. not much was said or heard on the flight home aside from y/n’s mother’s and matt’s sniffles. matt had held tightly onto her mom’s hand the entire flight home. he had agreed to speak on her behalf at her funeral that was planned for the day after they arrived home
matt sighed as he straightened his tie, one that y/n had picked out out for him the night of her formal event at the university she was attending. it was a pale blue, almost silver, and she had claimed it matched his eyes perfectly. sadly he smiled at the piece of fabric before picking up his speech.
he left the small room that the funeral services had provided for him to prepare himself in and headed for the staircase at the d of the hall. as he made his way down the stairs, he was met with his brothers and y/n’s sister. after reassuring nick and chris that he could handle this, he turned to y/s/n and took a shaky breath.
“y/s/n i am so sorry, i meant to check in with you yesterday but being home was just too much.”
“matt, don’t you dare apologize. you are dealing with the worst thing imaginable. i wasn’t even there with her and i can’t even get myself to leave the house most days.” she whispered, tears falling from her eyes as she pulled the middle triplet into a tight hug.
“i miss her so much.”
“i know matty, i do too.” she spoke softly, patting him on the shoulder before making her way to where her parents were going to be sitting. matt took a seat at the back of the room as they began the service. matt stayed in his seat until he was called to the front. sighing he grasped the edges of the lectern, his speech laid out in front of him before he crumpled it, deciding to speak from the heart.
“hello everyone, i am matt sturniolo. most of you may know me as y/n’s boyfriend, some of you may know me as the guy she wouldn’t stop talking about all throughout high school even when we got together in tenth grade.” he laughed sadly, earning a few laughs from the people in front of him.
“we are here today,-“ he paused, clearing his throat as tears welled in his eyes,
“to celebrate the life of y/n m/n l/n. she was, and still is, pretty much always will be one of a kind. she was the love of my life. i was actually going to propose to her that night. and there was a time that i thought i would know her forever, but now i will just know her memory, and while that breaks my heart. it will be an honour to carry her memory with me forever. there are many stories i could tell you about her but i think she would curse me from above if i told those stories in front of her parents. i don’t think i can get through much more of this without falling apart so i will leave you with this, everyone in this room has had the pleasure of knowing such an incredible, gentle soul. if you were loved by y/n, you knew it. she might not have said it outright but you could feel her love for you in everything she did or said. she had such a big heart and did anything she could to share it. some may say it was a curse to love so deeply, but not y/n. god she always looked at it like it was her sole purpose in life. she treated it like it was breathing. loving any and every was second nature to her. and i hope, that i can spread even half as much as she did.” matt spoke softly, not bothering to wipe the tears that fell down his face as he turned to face her casket,
“y/n, my love, i will always cherish everything you have said and done for me, and i will love you in this lifetime and the next, may we meet again.”
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i was scrolling down the #summerofcome2023 tag and wow, every piece was exquisite.
maybe you’ll feel inspired some day to write more about a line that goes “he’s mating material, maybe Max thinks about this too” or something like that hahaha
Flufftober Day 11: this anon.
max/daniel. 1,309 words (oops). follow up to this piece.
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When Daniel got back to Monaco and made his way to Max’s apartment he expected – and hoped – for the rather desperate and frantic sex they’d had previously.
For Max to be feral for him – because he always was before – and to drag Daniel to the bedroom and get on his knees for Daniel.
No other alpha he’d ever been with would ever.
But not Max. Max worshiped Daniel’s body and loved to make Daniel come with his mouth only and Daniel was getting very used to the way Max was about him.
Even if he was a bit past his prime omega mating years, Max still was crazy about sex with him and it made Daniel feel pretty good. At least someone still wanted to fuck him.
What he did not expect, upon his return to Monaco, was Max tugging Daniel onto the sofa with him to cuddle and nuzzle his way up Daniel’s neck and against his scent gland. What he didn’t expect was the way Max breathed him in deeply, strong arms squeezing him close.
“Missed you so much,” Max sighed against Daniel’s neck, taking another deep, slow breath. Daniel had at least had the good sense to shower upon his return home and it paid off. Max was scenting him at his purest – freshly showered and clean, no weird airplane smells, no one else in the mix.
Daniel’s tummy swooped a bit in his belly. They were having a great hook-up season together, lots of hot sex, and laughter and jokes and hanging out. Daniel was fairly sure, though, that Max’s youth was a hit against him. Max wouldn’t want to settle down with an omega any time soon, and especially not one nearly 35. If Daniel wanted to have a pup or two he’d be considered high risk, a ‘geriatric pregnancy’ as it was. Max would eventually move on to someone younger, more fertile, who could give him pups and look good and pretty next to Max in the Paddock.
“Glad to be back,” Daniel said, happy to just soak up whatever he could get. He often wondered… hoped… maybe Max would stick this out with him for a few years, at least. Daniel could accept the benefits of being friends with Max and when Max was ready to move on… it’d hurt, it would. But. That’s the way life went and he’d have to accept it.
“Don’t go for so long, again,” Max murmured, dragging his lips across Daniel’s jaw and pressing a little kiss to the corner of Daniel’s mouth.
He’d only been gone ten days.
“Oh Maxy, I’m sure you could have found pretty much anyone ready to hop into bed with you,” Daniel joked, laughter cutting off short when Max pulled back to look down at him laid out on the sofa, deep frown etched in his features.
“Why would you say that?” Max asked, and Daniel’s omega empathy could feel and smell the wave of hurt that washed off of Max. It surprised him, because Max always smelled happy, and warm, when they were together.
“Just a joke, I guess,” Daniel shrugged, a little frown of his own forming. “Plenty of omegas would be glad to help you take the edge off.”
Max paused, pulling back even further to rest his weight on his elbow as he looked down at Daniel. Daniel looked back, feeling Max’s hurt and confusion in a way that was more uncomfortable. He wanted to squirm away.
“Did… were you… with other alphas in Los Angeles?” Max asked, and his voice was small. Soft. Not accusatory but defeated. He wasn’t jealous. He was sad.
Daniel let himself feel Max for a moment, take in the way his scent changed, and his confusion started to bleed into something more hopeful. Daniel had not been with anyone else since he started sleeping with Max a few months ago but he always understood that they had no formal agreement and Max would be free to do what he wanted. Daniel had had a history of sleeping around plenty, but once he started hooking up with Max he wasn’t looking for anything else. Neither was his heart.
“Max, no,” he said, shaking his head a little and reaching up to cup his hand at the side of Max’s neck, thumb stroking gently over the hinge of his jaw. “No, I didn’t. I wouldn’t. I. It’s just been you, since, like, March,” he explained, meeting Max’s pretty blue eyes and trying to gage where Max was coming from.
Max studied Daniel’s face, and Daniel could practically see the gears turning in his head, and then the relief on his features when he understood Daniel was being honest.
“I don’t want any other omegas,” Max offered, shifting again to lay on the sofa with Daniel, tugging him close again, chest to chest as he curled his arm around Daniel’s shoulders. “I only want my own,” he said, squeezing gently. Daniel’s heartbeat picked up in his chest.
“Your own?” He asked.
“You of course are my omega, Daniel,” Max said, leaning in for a little kiss Daniel was happy to receive. “If you want to be,” Max finished, looking back at Daniel again. Daniel could smell the softening of Max’s scent from the sharp worry of before, back to his happy, sated, content scent Daniel was so familiar with.
Daniel swallowed the lump in his throat. This wasn’t what he expected when he returned today. He didn’t expect to get everything he wanted.
“I want to be,” he agreed, shivering a little at the way Max nuzzled back in against his neck to press a kiss to his mating mark spot. He couldn’t help the little moan that escaped him when Max dragged his teeth gently over it – a promise for the future. Daniel would let him do it now, if he was honest.
“Good. I have hoped so since I presented,” Max said and that sent Daniel reeling back, enough to stare Max in the face. Max presented as an alpha shortly after he got promoted to Red Bull. Years, and years ago. “I knew I of course had to wait and become an alpha you’d even consider before I tried.”
“Max, what?” Daniel asks, shock, confusion, awe taking him over.
“What?” Max asks back, and his face is cracked open with delight, a bright smile and laughter bursting out. “Daniel. You of course would never have agreed to be with me when I was nineteen. I needed to of course grow up and work hard to be a good alpha if you were ever going to agree to mate me.”
He says it so matter-of-fact. Like those sentences haven’t sent Daniel for a tailspin, trying to figure out what the hell Max was saying.
Max is smart, though, and Daniel realizes he’s probably right. Daniel wouldn’t have given nineteen year old Max a shot – because of his age, because of his feral inexperience, because of a lot of reasons. Daniel is lost for words for a moment as he processes this. What if he had found an alpha he wanted to settle down with before Max felt he could be the right one for Daniel? What if he’d mated someone, never knowing all along that Max hoped they’d be together. What if Max had to go through that and bury his feelings about it and pretend everything was okay? So many what ifs. Daniel spares a thought to be grateful that that never happened.
“You’re too much, Maxy,” he said, the tiniest little smile on his lips as he leaned in for a kiss. Daniel tucks himself back into Max’s chest and nuzzles in, closes his eyes. He needs to nap off the jetlag and can think of no better way to do it then curled up with his alpha. His alpha.
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Long-Distance | Matt Murdock x Reader
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Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB!Reader
Summary: Matthew gifts you a vibrator for while he's away - but it’s not at all what you think. He bought it for you to play with him and yourself at the same time. How can you say no to such a lucrative offer?
Warnings: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI, porn without plot, established relationship, no pronouns (but Matt calls reader a good girl), pure filth, mutual masturbation, use of a vibrator, soft!dom Matt, JOI, sub!reader, hints at unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink, mentions of choking kink, phone sex, dirty talk, coming untouched (?), fluff, no y/n but it's from your pov
A/n: I decided to take the old post down and post it AGAIN because no matter what I'm doing, Tumblr refuses to let my fics appear in the tags. It's pissing me off because I worked hard on this and I actually want people to read it, so I'm trying this again.
I wrote this in two hours – I'm that fucking horny. That’s why there might be several errors here, but idc. Also, I think it's fucking amazing that such vibrators exist (I found that out totally on accident and now I can't wait to meet my s/o and try it out with them). Matt Murdock and remote vibrators? Yes, please. It's not a want it's a need. So I wrote this and well, I kind of like it. It's already been posted on ao3 and oh what a wonder, you can actually find it there! Anyway, the thought of Matt buying us a remote vibrator for long-distance phone sex has my mind going all sorts of crazy. Hope you enjoy!
This is too long to be considered a drabble but it's also missing a lot of detail, so it's a non-drabble drabble.
18+ MINORS DNI!
You're not so sure how you got here.
One moment, you’re kissing your boyfriend goodbye at the airport before he goes on a business trip to Los Angeles, the next you’re holding a small gift-wrapped package he placed under the mattress with a bow as he tells you over the phone to, “Open it.”
You have no idea how you got here, but at the same time, you know exactly how. This always happens. He always finds a way to play even when he’s not home with you. He doesn’t need to be close to make you lose your mind.
So when you toy with the bow and he can clearly hear the hesitation in your movements, he uses more force to tell you again, “Open it, angel. It won’t bite.”
Unless you want it to - you’re hoping it’s not jewelry. You love it when he makes expensive gifts he can barely afford, even with his law firm picking up more wealthy clients willing to pay generous amounts for a good criminal defense, but not tonight. Tonight, you want something else. You want something that can be gift-wrapped, but not over such a vast distance. You want to unwrap something else, feel something else and have someone else in bed with you.
Eventually, you get the bow open and free the object within the long box from its confines. You swallow. His gift is long and made out of silicone, and it’s thick but not nearly as wide as him. There are three buttons instead of just one and the one underneath the obvious on-button looks like a thermometer. You feel the urge to press it, but you stop yourself. He hasn’t told you to play with it yet, only to unwrap it, and you did.
“Matthew,” you whisper. It’s almost a warning as much as it is a thank you.
The phone is on speaker so he can hear every little sound and you can hear him, though with your normal, human senses it’s a little less intense.
He chuckles and the sound shoots right to your core, the vibrator trembling in your hands; the toy isn’t even on yet, but the prospect of what it can do and might entail turns you on beyond compare.
Phone sex with Matt has always been intense. Whenever he went away, he made sure that the two of you would have time to get some much-needed intimacy. He loves listening to every sound you make, no matter how pathetic, and the way you respond to the sound of his voice alone has him coming faster than usual. Not to mention he can pour out his filthiest dirty talk right into your ear and since you can’t see him, it’s just his voice that has you on the edge in minutes, and he feels so incredibly proud of himself whenever you would moan his name in ecstasy. He often considered recording those phone sessions to listen back on at a later, much more desperate time, but he’s afraid that if he did that, he might never be able to stop.
“You like it?” his smug voice climbs through the fog that has taken over your mind.
You nod and he senses it, he always does, even hundreds of miles away and with a phone in between the two of you. He has complete control over you and no one knows you and your body better than he does.
Matt thrives off of it. he thrives off of being the only one who can make you come like that, the only one who can push your buttons so precisely and in just the right spot that it makes you cry out. But most importantly, he thrives off the love he has for you. The love you have for him sustains him, but he lives for you and so loving you is truly the best thing that could have happened to him. And whenever you tell him those three magical words, he wants to combust. He’s never been happier than with you.
You set the package aside, scooting up the mattress until your back hits the headboard. The apartment is so empty without him, but you can hear his breathing on the other end of the line and it makes you feel less alone. The darkness sends shivers down your spine and goosebumps all over your skin.
“What does it do?” you dare to ask.
Matt chuckles again. “What doesn’t it do?”
“Matthew.”
“Take a closer look, sweetheart,” is all he responds to your threatening tone, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
God, his voice sounds so sexy when it’s all breathy and needy for you. He’s lowering his voice just for you, just to make you feel everything you want and need to feel. And he’s so in love he could die from the intensity.
Following his command, you look at the burgundy vibrator again, shaped like a dick in all the right places, thick in girth and length, but coming nowhere close to what Matt hides under his everyday clothing - and what most possibly lies in his hand right now, hard and throbbing for more.
Your finger traces over the thermometer symbol, the on-button, and whatever the third button could be for. “It heats up,” you state, and your voice sounds just a little surprised while also sparked with intrigue.
“That’s right,” he says.
“And it turns on, obviously, but what’s the third button for?”
You hear a click on the other side. He must have moved his phone from the bedside table into his hand. He sounds so much closer now.
Mat shifts in his hotel bed. “Take your phone.”
“Okay.” You follow without questioning his intentions. He knows what he’s doing.
“I downloaded an app.”
“You did what now?”
“Yeah, when you were sleeping before I left. I downloaded an app. Open it,” he says.
Part of you wants to ask why he would download an app on your phone, but you remind yourself that there is a very pleasing surprise waiting in your hand for you and he only wants to prolong the pleasure. So you comply.
You reach the last page, skimming over the different apps until you find one you don’t recognize.
Oh.
Oh.
“Jesus, Matt,” your curse out when you open it and find the first page staring back at you, the lighting setting already turned all the way down so as not to distract you with its blue light.
“Do you like it?” he asks again.
He knows you do.
“It’s with remote control. How did you-”
“I heard about it while I was out the other night. Some couple down the street talked about how this particular model has a long-distance function and I thought, what could be better than finally being able to properly control your orgasms over the distance?”
“Fuck!”
“And you wanna know what’s even better?”
“What?” you ask, swiping to view the different settings.
What could be better than this?
One press of a button and he could draw his fingers on the screen in a pattern that would have you shaking. He could control your pleasure with his phone alone. The vibrations would be completely in his hands, not yours, and all the while he would whisper the filthiest things into your ear until it would feel as if he was truly there with you.
It’s so exciting, you rub your thighs together, slowly starting to open the knot of your bathrobe to get some more space to breathe. The room only seems to grow hotter.
Another click on the other end and then he says, “I have one too.”
You’re unaware of how you got here, but you’re most certainly not going to complain.
Both vibrators are connected, so while Matt plays with your pussy like a fiddle, you can do whatever you want with him. It’s a ring, he tells you, and he puts it on. You can hear him do it, you listen to his every breath and silent groan, rubbing your thighs together again.
The bathrobe slips open. You undress for him. He doesn’t have to tell you, you know what you have to do.
“Are you naked?” he asks.
You nod your head, “Yes.”
“Good.”
“Are you?” you retort.
Matt chuckles into your ear from where you placed the phone on the pillow. “I am,” he says.
“Good.”
“Here’s what we’re going to do: You’re going to take the vibrator and turn it on. Can you do that for me, angel?”
You can and you do.
“Good girl,” his praise goes straight to your cunt, “Now, I want you to use your free hand to touch your breasts, and give your hard nipples some much-needed attention. Don’t hold back, baby. Do whatever makes you feel good.”
“Okay,” you barely manage to choke out.
“And while you’re busy doing that, I want you to use the other to place the vibrator on your clit.”
“Fuck, Matthew!”
“That’s right, moan my name. I’m going to teach you how to scream it very soon.”
You have no idea how you got here.
The vibrator is so deep inside of your tight pussy now, you can feel it resting right against your g-spot, and the stimulator attached to the toy has its tip pressed tightly against your aching clit. He got you so wet so quickly, one hand on your breast and the other using the vibrations of the vibrator to you all wet.
The setting he’s using can only be described as cruel. You’re sure he’s just playing around, using his finger to stroke up and down not only the speed button on his phone screen but his cock as well.
You really don’t know how you got here, but it feels too damn good to stop and question the series of events that lead you here, to him.
His name is a mantra embedded in your brain. “Matthew,” you’re moaning and writhing and he can hear everything.
Your hands clutch the sheets and your back arches. The vibrator pulsates, then slows down only to pick up the pace again. He keeps doing that until you’re crying, overstimulated, and on the edge of an orgasm that felt the most intense it had ever been.
But you reap what you sow and so Matt gets back just exactly what he’s giving you. You find your phone again, interrupting the constant vibrations of his own toy, and changing the setting. If you have to suffer, he might as well join you.
It’s filthy, the things you’re doing and what you’re saying. You should feel bad for fucking yourself on a vibrator controlled by your boyfriend and waking the neighbors with your obscene sounds, but in the bliss of pleasure, you couldn’t care less about what the people in the building have to say about you.
You both need this so damn much.
He grunts on the other end and that tells you he is getting close too, so you slow down the vibrations and match them to your own, moving your fingers in the same rhythm he does.
“Angel,” he breathes and your name follows suit. He’s a mess and he’s so needy, his cock throbs hard. All he wants to do is come, preferably in you, and fill you with his release until you’re fucking overflowing and well-bred, but he can’t. He wants to fuck you through this intense orgasm as your pussy flutters and shakes around him. He wants to hear how wet you are, feel your tears, and choke your pretty little neck until you’re coming all over him. He doesn’t care if it gets messy, he just wants you, and as he fists himself along to the vibrations you torture his red, weeping cock with the vibrating ring at the base, he imagines it’s your hand, your mouth, your fucking pussy that’s making him feel so good.
And he knows you’re imagining his cock, too. You’re imagining him driving in and out of you, twitching and pushing into your g-spot expertly. In your head, he has you pinned down with a hand around your throat, the other rubbing your clit vigorously and at a torturous pace as you inch closer and closer to your climax. He has your legs thrown over his shoulder, or he just holds you close, chest to chest as he fucks into you relentlessly. Perhaps he’s even turning you over now, forcing you to get to your hands and knees and pounding into your tight, used hole. You can only imagine the sting of his hand on your ass, the hand in his hair as he hauls you back and kisses you passionately, making you feel his love and his cock at the same time, and once he touches your neck you would come hard around him, screaming or speechless, whatever mood you are in at the moment, and he’d follow suit, spurting his hot cum into your pussy. It’s lewd, it’s foolish and a lot could go wrong with protecting, but you don’t care anymore. If that man wants to fuck his babies into you, God knows you would do it for him. In the heat of the moment, you think so, at least, because you agreed you aren’t ready for children yet and wouldn’t be for some time, but having Matt Murdock fuck his seed into your cunt as it spasms around his thick cock, marking and breeding you like a toy does things to you. He’s so rough while also being the gentlest when holding you as you come, whispering praises, and kissing you.
God, you are so close. You’re not sure how much more you can take.
He groans. “Just a little more,” he tells you. “Don’t come yet. Wait for my permission, sweetheart. Be a good girl for me.”
Matt turns down the vibrator only so much that your orgasm washes away, the wave disappearing, and adding to the tsunami that is waiting to hit home.
You whine, grabbing the sheets.
“Are you thinking about me? About how my cock would feel inside of you? ‘Cause I’m thinking about you,” he says. “I’m thinking about your tits bouncing whenever I thrust inside of you and the feel of your click cunt taking me so well, making all kinds of sounds that have me wanting to suck on those beautiful lips of yours for days on end. God, you have no idea how much I want you right now. Turn the heat on.”
That’s the one thing he can’t control.
“I want you to feel like it is my dick inside of you, baby.”
“But you’re so much bigger,” you argue, even amid your pleasure.
He chuckles. “I know I am.”
The heat does things to you. It relaxes your walls and allows the vibrator to push even deeper until it’s buried to the hilt. Only then does the accelerate the vibrations again. Together with the heat, your legs are soon shaking and your walls clench, holding the orgasm right there. You don’t have permission, but you need to come. You need to come now or you would make him very unhappy.
“N’ugh, please, Matthew. I’m so close. So fucking close.”
“I know,” he purrs.
“Come with me,” you plead and once you put the vibrations of his ring on full intensity, his moans grow louder and he’s shaking, whimpering even, and his voice cracks.
He reaches for the phone and almost doesn’t make it to tell you, “Come,” before your bubble bursts, the knot releases, and all the pressure on your cunt evaporates with the most intense orgasm he could have possibly pulled out of you.
Once again, you have no idea how you got here. Legs shaking, cheeks wet with tears, the sheets soaked with your wet cum as your cunt and clit twitch. It’s swollen and aching between your legs, like your folds and everything else. Your nipples are so sensitive, you have to ease the hand that holds them. You’re trembling, but only in the ways that are so fucking good.
For minutes, you don’t know how long, and none of you speak. Only heavy breathing fills the phone line. The vibrators have long stopped producing sounds as you shut them off, though you are far too gone to pull it out. It fills you like Matt’s cock would, and you want to keep the image alive for a little longer, feel him in and on you even if he can’t be there to hold you. You can’t keep his cock warm, but you can pretend, only for a moment.
You break the silence first. “Matt?” you ask into the night.
He hums on the other side.
“When are you coming home?”
Your voice is vulnerable and honest, and he sighs. He doesn’t want to hurt you, doesn’t want to disappoint you, and he doesn’t want to stay and work on that godforsaken case any longer either. It’s over, he can go home. He wants to go home. If he has to hand off his caseload to someone else, Jennifer Walters maybe, he would if it meant he could get to see you sooner than planned. One more day, he swears, and then he would take the earliest flight back home to you.
“Soon,” he answers. “I’ll be home soon, sweetheart.”
He still doesn’t quite know what he did to deserve you. The more important it is to him to make you unconditionally happy. He doesn’t want you to leave, doesn’t want to lose you, he just wants you in his arms for the rest of his life.
“You’re the love of my life,” he continues long after you’ve fallen asleep to the sound of his voice, cleaned up and tired from your shared activities. “I will always come back home to you,” he says. “I promise.”
Though he decides that this time, as soon as he’s home, he will ease the weight dragging down the inside of his suit jacket every time he’s with you, he’s never dared to ask you before. Too much of a coward to stand up and speak now, to ask you to stay forever and have a family with him. He wants you, no one else, and he’s determined to prove it to you this time. He doesn’t want to be apart from you any longer. It’s torture, the torture he has to end soon because it’s not just hurting him, it is hurting you too.
You’re not sure how you got here, but with Matt Murdock planning to ask you to marry him, it doesn’t matter why certain things happen a certain way. They just do and it’s perfect that way.
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03/13/2024 Daily OFMD Recap
TLDR; Cast & Crew; Leslie Jones; Erroll Shand; Ruibo Qian; Dominic Burgess; Adam Wheatley; Kristian Nairn; Queerties; Fanspotlight: Cast Cards/Our Flag Means Fanfiction; SaveOFMDCrew /Billboards/trucks; Still Fighting; Max Madness; SchadenFreude; Articles; Watch Party Reminders; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika
== Cast & Crew Sightings ==
== Leslie Jones ==
Congrats to Leslie for her NAACP Image Award for Outstanding Performance in a Short Form Series!!!!
SRC: Leslie's Twitter
== Erroll Shand ==
It's Erroll Shand's birthday! please pop over anywhere you can find him and wish him a Happy Birthday!!! Thank you to @youvebeenricked on Instagram for sending him so much love!
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= Dominic Burgess! =
Our dear crew-mate @iamadequate1 got a Cameo from our very own Jeffrey Fettering (Dominic Burgess!) It's absolutely ADORABLE. You get to meet his cats and fish, and he's just the sweetest man alive-- please give it a watch!
Wanna send your cat pics to Dominic since he shared his cats with us? If you have twitter please add them to the thread below. Thank you to @ouibek for this lovely idea!!!
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= Ruibo Qian =
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== Kristian Nairn ==
New music comes out Mar 22, you can pre save it here!
== Adam Wheatley ==
Production Designer and Supervising Art Director Adam Wheatley has dropped some seriously awesome set designs! OFMD Twitter has been having a blast. Check out the full catalog here.
Thank you to @adoptourcrew for bringing it to our attention!
== Queerties Results ==
Our Flag Means Death and Vico Ortiz both received Runner Up for the Queerties! Thanks so much for everyone who voted!
== Fan Spotlight ==
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== Our Flag Means Fanfiction ==
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== Save OFMD Crew / Billboards / Trucks ==
The AppleTV trucks were parked outside Apple today! On top of that, the SaveOFMD Crew sent some love out to David and the rest of the Cast & Crew for all the things they've done for us!
== Still Fighting ==
A lot of fans are still fighting the good fight. Even if we aren't getting OFMD s3, they're sticking it to the man, David Zaslav for stealing our Love, OUR JOY!
#FireDavidZaslav has trended two days in a row, and he's certainly getting some nasty press.
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= MaxMadness =
So today, Max thought it would be fun to post a really shitty bracket for shows and movies on their platform. They were pitching things like Citizen Kane to eventually be up against Shark Week. If you'd like to see the dumpster fire, feel free to visit their Twitter or Instagram.
Our crew-mate @iamadequate1 decided to make a Max Fan Favorites of our own! This time with cancelled shows! You can vote on this thread below on Twitter!
== SchadenFreude ==
WB is still having a rough time.
== Articles ==
Why is Wall Street Unimpressed with WBD Streaming Profits? Password-Sharing Crackdown Next in Zaslav’s Plans
== Watch Party Reminders ==
= Wrecked =
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= Mar 15: Lube As A Crew =
Our dear friends over at @astroglideofficial are hosting one last Lube As A Crew, with all of Season 2 in one go! Starts Friday March 15th 12 pm Noon PST ( 4pm EST, 8 pm GMT)
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== Love Notes ==
Hey lovelies! How are you holding up today? Are things any easier this week? If not, that's okay. It's okay to still not be ok.
It's already hump day, and here we are, still kicking. I feel like I've been having lots of ups and downs. Distracting myself with silly things that make me laugh help a lot. Talking with you all on the crew really helps too.
What makes you laugh? Is it puns? Or goofy pictures? Is it unhinged comments, or maybe schadenfreude?
Whatever it is that makes you laugh-- please laugh today. Turn on a special (there's plenty of Rhys Darby specials on youtube or prime video). If that's not your speed, and you want to reach a goofy fic, look up something on ao3 with the weirdest tag you can think of.
Laughter can make us feel so much more alive when we're feeling down, and I hope you get some today.
Remember that you deserve to laugh, and enjoy life. Life will continue to get better, and even when it has ups and downs, you can always laugh, and there will always be bits of joy in the world. You all are my joy. Every day I get by with witnessing all the wonders this crew accomplishes.
You're awesome, and you're kicking ass <3, and you deserve the best. Night Crew. Sending hugs and love.
== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==
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Neighbors 5
Hi my friends. What a surprise seeing you here. Okay, actually I’m sorry I haven’t been active. I’ve been going through it and everytime I promise to come back something was always getting in the way, but thankfully I should have more free time in my life soon. That means more stories and I’ll actually finish this little series I love so so much and write more. I really appreciate all the love and support I get from all of you and the community you created. I hope I don’t disappoint, but I’ve been rusty. I won’t promise to make a huge comeback because the past hasn’t been in my favor, but I will say that I’ll try better and not leave you to hang dry. Okay that’s it I love love love you guys hope you like… :)
Summary: y/n has a school assignment and Harry can’t stop himself from fantasizing.
Warning: smut 18+, cum swapping, daddy kink, degradation kink, praise kink (idk how, but they both are here), Jealousy, cheating, age gap (she’s 18), breeding kink, pregnancy kink, mentions of school, pregnancy (she’s not pregnant lol neither is Olivia) fluff, and olivia wilde? (if there’s any more tell me plz)
WordCount:3k+
My phone dings as I finish up getting ready. My friend Sophie texted me reminding me to leave my house soon because I have to return the pregnancy belly for my parenting class. The same damn parenting class that made me too busy to see my Harry for the past week.
I had this pregnancy belly for two days straight. Since I finish most of my classes, I get to leave three classes earlier. Thankfully being a “gifted student” gave me first choice in classes leaving me to be ahead of my other friends. Because of that I have to return to school wearing this horrible sack of 30 pounds.
I walk down the stairs quickly and more carefully because if I run down too fast I’ll probably topple over with the extra weight in my front.
Before I run to the door a familiar figure catches my eye. I slow down to the kitchen island where my dad and Harry are talking. He leaned over the table trying to look at whatever my dad was showing him.
Harry immediately looks at me with wide eyes, whilst my dad laughs and explains to him “ she’s in a parenting class so she’s been wearing that since yesterday”. Harry nods and laughs lightly as he shakes his head and rubs his face with one hand. I smile and wave acknowledging his presence.
My father and Harry continue their conversation while I purposely walk around the kitchen ‘getting water’. My dad shows him the new route they want to build for the country club so they can expand the golf course. I can’t help but smile to myself to see the British man trying so hard not to eye me up and down. His leg bounces up and down and he furrows his brows in fake interest leaning toward my dad as if he is looking at the map, but his eyes bore into me.
I haven’t seen him for a few days because of my project and him visiting Los Angeles for some work. Olivia was with him in LA, but stayed back for one week. So I know he’s a horny as it gets and has been waiting for this for a long time. Plus seeing me in a pregnancy belly and his not so secret breeding kink is makes this so much better.
I walk out to leave after my hefty glass of water partially regretting my decision, because this belly is pressing on my stomach. Stepping into my favorite car my phone pings with a text who I think is from Sophie, but actually turns out to be Harry.
Harry: What made you think you can get away with walking around like that? I’ll make sure that thing is real when I’m done with you.
Harry: do whatever you have to do and go to my house. I better see you naked on my bed.
I decided to not be as bratty, because I know how much of a grump he is when he’s horny so I responded quickly.
Me: what do you mean? I wasn’t doing anything on purpose. I’ll go over to you soon.
I throw my phone onto the seat next to mine and take my usual route to school.
After dropping off the pregnancy belly. I stop by home to drop my car off and walk to the back of my house where I cut through my backyard secretly and make my way through his back door. I take the oddly familiar path I used to take when I was younger. Reliving the time I used to secretly leave my house to get cookies from our old neighbor. Sadly, she moved out to a retirement home in Florida. So my cookie days are over, but I do get a hot man.
I walk through his backyard making my way to the usually unlocked door, where I meet the familiar living room. The moment my feet hit the carpet of his bedroom, I start stripping myself of my clothes. My dress falls to my feet, as I start to unclip my bra, following orders.
I look at the time realizing that Harry wouldn’t be back anytime soon or soon enough because I’m quite impatient horny. I lay back on his comfy bed as I wait for the curly haired man to make his way back.
I stare off into space for a while until the sound of a cough catches my attention. Thankfully the cough came from one handsome man. He looks at me with a smile before walking towards me. I sit back on my elbows and smile, while he burns holes into my body with his staring.
“I love seeing you like this, all ready for me” he continues “you know how much I like you right? How much I care about you?” I nod looking up. He smiles at my reaction and places his palm to my cheek using his thumb to rub my cheek sweetly “good because I need you to remember how much because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t” he say before placing his lips onto mine, keeping his hand on my cheek and his other resting on my hips.
He kisses me so feverishly so deeply that I start to lose air quickly. I pull back to breath but my eyes see his. I barely see anymore green just his pupils. He goes back down while his other hand moves from my hips to my tits grabbing onto them. His fingers play with my nipples pulling a prodding. I moaned loudly, but it was covered by his lips.
Harry pulls back this time to see the pleasure on my face “ look at you baby? So desperate for it. I know you want it so bad” I moan in response
“such pretty tits” he murmurs “can’t wait to see what they look like swollen when you have my baby in you” he says before lowering his mouth on my nipple sucking and teething on it. He doesn’t leave my other boob lonely with his ring cover hands playing and pulling on it.
I moan in pleasure from the stimulation. Harry’s eyes looked up at me as he mouthed on my tits. Watching him on me was too much and I started looking for something to relieve me. When my hips bucked up from Harry sucking too hard. I learned to realize what I can do. My core starts rubbing on his thigh, while he lays on top of me, but before I can do anymore he stands up looking at me disapprovingly “god you’re such a whore rubbing on me because what? Are you feeling achy? You can wait”
I pout at his words looking at him with lust in my eyes. He stands back up at the foot of the bed. I watch as he pulls his shirt off, messing with his perfectly messy hair leaving one curly strand hanging off his forehead. His finger meets the button of his trousers making my eyes stare directly at the hard on he’s rocking.
“You wanna do it baby? Go ahead, take me out” he says. I sit back up and look into his eyes staring at his fully blown pupils. I kiss his lower stomach and smile back up at him. His ring clad hand makes its way to my cheek rubbing my face, I lean into his hand. “ C'mon bunny don’t leave daddy waiting”.
I listen and finally open his trousers and pull in down. I see the outline of his cock and my eyes follow to the tip to see it having a wet spot with precum. I kiss his tip through his boxers causing him to moan. I look up to see Harry furrowing his eyebrows in desperation. “ Please puppy, I need you. You think you can take me in your mouth?”
I nod eagerly while taking him out of his boxers. My eyes widen in surprise as I see how red his poor tip is. I kiss his head again causing him to sigh heavily. I start doing kitten licks on his tip before slowly putting him into my mouth. He groans in satisfaction that he has some sort of relief. I slowly take him in my mouth till he’s close to the back of my throat . I feel his cock slip deeper and deeper. I start to swallow around his cock making him moan. I look up at him to see Harry’s jaw slack and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He puts his hold in my hair pushing himself deeper causing me to unintentionally gag and swallow around him in reflex.
“Fuck” he breathes out “ feels so good when you swallow around me, can feel you squeezing around me” the brunette moans.
I do it again, making Harry’s hips jut up, making me gag and cough. He pulls me off his cock and grabs my face by my chin pulling me in “I’m sorry felt so good didn’t mean to. Are you okay baby? I’m so sorry” he said with concern on his face. His other hand tries to soothe me by cupping my face while he runs his thumb up and down my cheek wiping tears off my face.
“It’s fine I’m okay , just wasn’t expecting it. That’s all” I say trying to reassure him. He looks at me almost scared to break me. I don’t know why he freaked out, I know it was an accident. I move his hands off me and kiss his cock that up against his tummy. He looks at me worriedly, but I calm his thoughts downs by saying “ can you fuck my mouth daddy? Don’t have to go too deep just want to feel you in my mouth”
Harry nods, leaning down to kiss me. It was messy. I mean I was already a mess, but he didn’t seem to care. He separates first from the kiss and grabs my face “open” he command. I follow suit with my tongue before he spits in my mouth and draws his cock back into it.
This time he doesn’t go deep in my throat but hits my cheek. His cock was already ti big for my mouth but with the angle he had it, he could see the outline of his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth. Harry slows down a bit while saying “ look at that, a perfect cock slut If you ask me. Can see my cock moving in ur mouth it’s so pretty” he says. Soon after, he angles himself so he can really see the outline of his cock in my mouth. His hand falls on my jaw while this thumb rubs back and forward on the outline of his length on my jaw.
“fuck seeing you like this is gonna make me cum” he says closing his eyes and continuing to rub his cock through my cheek. He looks at me one more time before pulling out of my mouth with a pop.
“I need to taste you baby” he says, but before he can I stop him “ please not right now. I wanna feel you in me so bad” I pleaded with him.
Harry hovers over till my back hits the sheets. His lips find mine while he fist his cock. He rubs his tip on my folds spreading the arousal all over my pussy before he dips his tip into my cunt. Harry doesn’t push further keeping his head in the opening of my cunt making me squeeze around his head for more.
He leans down so close to my face “such a mess” he murmurs “ are you my good girl?” He says index fingers play with my bottom lip. He watches carefully as my lip gets pulled down and bounces up.
“ Yes, I’m your good girl” I say in response. Harry rewards me with thrusting his hips up.
I gasp from the quick action of his cock filling me up. My thighs squeezed around his waist in pleasure and pain. I breathe heavily as Harry does the same right in front of me.
Harry slowly starts to pull out just to thrust with the same force as before. I moan from the sudden pressure in my stomach. My walls swallow his cock every time his hips meet mine.
“ Har-Harry Harry stop” I say as soon as I feel the urge to pee. Harry stops all his movement and stays still hovering over my concern all over his face.
“ what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did I hurt yo-“ Harry says freaking out
“No-no I’m okay. I just…I…I need to pee” I say lower than a whisper.
A smirk falls onto Harry’s lips as he thrust his hip towards. I gasp at his sudden movement, not expecting it.
His head falls into the crook of my neck as he continues pounding me. My fingers claw at his back as I cry in pleasure.
The knot in my stomach starts to build making me cry out loud “fuck-fuck I’m gonna cum”
“go ahead, let it go show daddy how good he makes you feel” Harry replies
My back arches off the bed while my fingers get tangled in his soft curls. I start feeling something wet and warm go down on my thighs soaking me and Harry’s upper things and cock in me. He continues to fuck me until the coils in my tummy release.
My jaw goes slack and I almost feel out of my body. Everything goes pretty black and I lose myself in the nothingness, but get pulled back when I feel Harry kissing my flushed chest.
“ c’mon baby wanna see those pretty eyes” he coos at me.
I shake my head trying to stay in my state of euphoria, but he starts kissing my eyelids trying to coax me out of the state I was in. When I reluctantly open my eyes I see Harry smiling down at me.
“ You okay, pearl? Can I finish?” He asked. I nod wanting to feel him. He starts thrusting up again. My body moves from the overstimulation, but he calms me down by kissing my chest, neck, and face giving me something to focus on.
Suddenly, my focus shifts from his lips moving all over my body to the pleasure building in my stomach.
“Oh god, daddy, I’m gonna cum-fuck please” I cry out.
“hold it” he says as he raises my leg over his shoulder.
I moan from the new angle his cock hits my g-spot. Feeling my body trying its best to hold my orgasm. I look at Harry above me with his mouth open taking in the pleasure. His eyebrows are furrowed focusing on getting close.
“Daddy please I can’t hold it anymore” I cry out.
His hips start to thrust faster. His hand rests against my face, as his thumb finds its way in my mouth.
“Are you my good girl?” Harry questions.
I nod vigorously trying to do whatever to reach my climate. He smiles at my obedience.
“open your mouth” he orders.
I follow what he says and open my mouth, sticking my tongue out. His thumb pulls my mouth open while he spits in my mouth.
“ don’t swallow yet” he commands as he starts to thrust into me faster. I start to try harder to not cum from his actions. When I feel like I’m to cum I hear him say “swallow”.
I listen to his orders and swallow and open my mouth to show him. I’m met with his approval by his mouth meeting me and kissing me deeply.
“cum for daddy, let it go, wanna feel out milk me dry” he says as he quickened his pace as he places his hand around my throat.
My orgasm comes again and I cry out holding wrist around my neck to keep his hand there. “Cum in me please. Wanna have your baby’s. I Want to be full of you. Please please please” I cry as I reach my high.
Harry follows right after me saying “ fuck said I was gonna breed you and look at you now” he continues “such a little slut, talking cum that doesn’t belong to hers, on the bed me and my wife share. Take my cum baby wanna see you swollen right after this” I start to feel his cum pour into me making my cunt feel full from him. Adding pleasure to my orgasm besides hiss words.
Harry’s hand moves from my neck to next to my head as he dips down to kiss me one more time while he tries to chase both of our orgasms.
After we settled down, he looks for my approval to move leg off of his shoulder. I nod slightly and he gently places my leg back down. I start to squeeze around Harry’s cock not wanting him to leave me yet.
“C’mon need to let me out so I can eat” Harry says.
I stop clenching from confusion, but am met with my clarification when I feel Harry’s tongue licking my puffy clit.
“Daddy no-no-no” I cry.
“ You know the safe word baby you can use it” Harry says knowing I don’t want him to stop. I look at Harry with his face wet from our orgasm. He goes back down licking as much as he can.
“Fuck we taste so good together. You wanna try, baby?” Harry says as he climbs up and leans down to kiss me.
I hum into our messy but sweet kiss. Harry breaks away from the kiss. I open my eyes again to see Harry smiling down at me with eyes he never really gave me before. I smile at him and laugh before trying to meet his lips by raising myself on my elbows, but my attempt fails when he pulls my arms down and over my head kissing me again only stopping when we either laugh or to smile.
Hi! thank your for reading! I'm not sure where I want this story to go or how I want it to go, but I hoped you liked it. the next part should be out in a week or two so keep an eye out. okay see you soon ily,
(ps. if your read this and realized the way the ending goes is different it's because I was trying to make up my mind on how plot lol)
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