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devils-dares · 1 year

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devvie bae…. could i request a sweet little boyfriend energy fic with the ultimate boyfriend…. tristan thorn? pretty please??? just anything with that sweet sweet boy. i think it would cure me. love you to bits!!!! 🥹🫶🏻❤️‍🩹

of course you can request literally whatever you'd like dearest maggie bee

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Your eyes flutter open as you feel kisses pressed against your bare shoulders. You hum into the pillow, you’re laying stomach down so you turn your face to catch a glimpse of your lover in the early morning light. He’s above you, resting on his elbows. He meets your gaze with a sweet, innocent smile.

“Good morning, darling.” He never fails to be cheery, and this morning is no different. You turn over, reaching your arms up to pull him into your chest.

“Good morning.” You say through a yawn, and you can feel his smile grow against your skin where his head is buried. He settles to drape himself over your body, holding his weight up with an elbow. He nips at your skin and you giggle sleepily at his ministrations.

“What’re you doing?” You ask, and he gives a low laugh.

“Trying to wake you up nicely.”

“This is nice.”

“This isn’t waking up.” He whines.

“Can’t we spend a few more minutes here?” Your hands trail down his body, suggesting something other than sleep. He perks up, watching as the sleepy smile on your face evolves into a suggestive grin, and he scrambles to prop himself up over you.

“I guess we can spare some time.”

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Later, when the two of you are bathed and fed and satiated in more ways than one, he enters the kitchen where you are armed with a picnic basket.

“Darling?”

“Hm?”

“Would you be an angel and pack this for me?” His smile is sweet, and he’s propped up on the counter with his elbows, his hands holding his head.

“Planning something tonight?”

“I suppose so.” He stands up straight again, coming up to stand behind you as you pack the basket. His arms come up to wrap around your midsection, his hands resting on your stomach. He pulls your flush against him, your back against his chest, and starts rubbing at the soft skin over your tummy. It’s no secret that he loves the extra skin where your stomach is, laying his head on it and pressing kisses over the area whenever he gets the chance, and today is very obviously no different.

“Tristan, sweetheart, if you don’t quit with your hands I’m afraid this basket will never get packed.” He laughs as he kisses the exposed skin on your shoulder.

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you be, but we’re leaving soon.”

“Leaving soon? Where are we going?” He turns you around, hands resting on your waist.

“You’ll see.” He walks away after pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You shake your head, a grin adorning your features, and continue packing.

When you finish, you walk outside to the front yard of your home where Tristan sat waiting for you. He takes the basket in one hand and your hand in the other, guiding you to your destination. You joke with him along the way, your laughs filling the otherwise quiet nature around you.

He announces that you two have arrived, and he tells you to stay before he scurries off, taking the basket and depositing it somewhere before coming back for you.

“Close your eyes.” He says, excitement evident in his voice.

“What if I fall?”

“I wouldn’t let that happen.” You two manage to get halfway up the small hill before Tristan decides to just pick you up, holding you tight in his arms as he makes sure you keep your eyes shut tight.

“You didn’t have to do all of this.” You say.

“Where’s the fun in that? Besides, we’re here.” He puts you down gently and shuffles you over to what seems like a blanket, and finally tells you to open your eyes.

Blinking a few times to adjust to seeing again, your eyes quickly tear up as you see what Tristan’s done. Beautifully grown and pruned flowers circle the area as the candlelight casts a romantic hue as the sun sets. The blanket was set with what you had packed, two glasses of wine poured out for the two of you. He watches your reaction as your hands come up to wipe away at your eyes quickly, and he swoops you into a hug.

“Is it too much, my love? I can take some of it down.”

“It’s perfect. I love it. I’m just surprised you’d go through all of this effort for a picnic.”

“It was worth it for you, I’d do anything for you. Surely you know that by now. I love you!” He says, his lips against your forehead. You squeeze him tight in an embrace, letting him pull you to the blanket to sit when you release him. He hands you your wine glass, shyly feeding you snacks as you laugh and blush.

Towards the end of the night, when the bottle of wine was empty and so was most of the basket, you lay with Tristan beneath the stars, your hand and head on his chest. His coat is draped over you, and he’s talking about how the townspeople helped him make this area special for you, his chest moving up and down as he laughs and talks and all you can think about is how you’re falling more and more in love with the man before you.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, doe eyes staring into yours.

“Would you spend forever with me?” His breath hitches, and you immediately cringe at his reaction, sputtering out words to retract your question.

“Hey, hey, of course I would! I would spend every waking moment with you if I could, forever with you is no question in my mind.”

You smile at him, moving up to press a kiss to his jaw.

“Forever with you is no question in my mind either.”

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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congrats on 3k, that's amazing and so deserved! 🥳❤️🎉

🐟 could i please request a fluffy tristan thorn drabble, with the prompt "Take my coat, I don't want you catching a cold."

🌙 and i'll trade you for one of my own :)

thank you! ❤️

Thank you so much love <333 and omg I actually read your tristan fic before and loved it!! It was waiting in my drafts to be reblogged so this is perfect <3333

paper crown.

pairing: tristan thorn x fem!reader

word count: 317

✨click here to join the 3k escapade ✨

When Tristan Thorn had finally asked you out, you were thrilled. You had your eyes on the shopkeeper for a while, going there whether you needed supplies or not. You were ashamed to say that your kitchen was filled with unused potatoes but you couldn’t help it when he gazed at you with such soft, gullible eyes. You were also glad to see that he was finally over that manipulative wench Victoria.

But of course due to your excitement you forgot one very important thing to bring to your date.

A coat.

You smiled and nodded constantly as Tristan went on and on about something that had happened earlier today. And even though you loved listening to him– Man, you were cold. Hugging yourself in a desperate matter, you tried hard not to let him see the miserable state you were in. You didn’t want your first date with him to be ruined. While you were deep in thought, you felt something warm being draped over your shoulders. Eyes widening, you stared up to Tristan, who was smiling sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head, his upper body now coat-less.

"Take my coat, I don't want you catching a cold."

You blinked a couple of times before you truly understood what he had done, he gave you his jacket. A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, stopping in your tracks, you watched as he gazed at you with utter confusion in his face. You took a step closer to him, hugging the jacket as you grinned at him.

“This isn’t the only way to warm up,”

Before he could answer, you closed the distance and placed a quick, soft kiss. After pulling away, you continued to walk without saying a word. You heard Tristan calling out to you while he trailed behind.

“Are you sure I can’t warm you up some more?”

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yarrystyleeza · 7 months

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𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓪'𝓼 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓭

𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

The moment I've been waiting for has finally come! As I indicated in the headline, I've reached 200 followers here on Tumblr, thank you all so much, this truly means a lot to me, also thank you for the feedback I always got on my works and even my random shitposts! <3

and to celebrate this very important and remarkable life event— I had planned a sleepover celebration which consists of games, questions, asks, and of course, requests! <3

The sleepover will be a week long, from September 15th till the 21st of the same month where you can submit asks and requests!

As for games, I have a list of them!

Kiss/Marry/Kill: you give me three characters and I will sort each one in one of these categories! (make it hard for me)

This or That: you give me two things/characters and I get to choose one that suits me better! (for example: night owl or early bird?)

make an assumption: you literally make an assumption about me and I either prove it or deny it!

never have I ever: you ask me about things I did or didn't do!

exchanged ships: you basically give me a character that you find as my significant other, and I will give you a character in exchange and why I think it's the perfect character for you!

Q&A: you can ask me about anything, whether it's my favorite food or even what fabrics do I prefer to wear, ask whatever you want!

Girly talks: just talk to me about any girly topic you want and we'll establish a good conversation! Let's talk about books or authors, favorite poetry pieces, maybe movies we loved in our childhood, or even your favorite outfits back when you were a 10 year old! Literally anything!

Rate my music taste: give me a song/artist and I will rate it from 1 (absolute flop) to 10 (total banger)! — (this is absolutely done just for fun).

I wanna write you a song: start with a phrase and we will make a totally original song together in the reblogs!

Note on prohibited things that I won't be doing or answering:

No nsfw/dirty asks, writing requests or questions, it's uncomfortable for me, and it's an all-ages-friendly celebration. No further elaboration, please respect this. <3

AND FINALLY, THE REQUESTS!

As for writing requests, I will be taking fluff/angst/violence (blood and gore—due to the nature of the characters I write for) x female!reader requests only. And of course you can request the prompt you desire. <3

As for the characters, here's a list of the fictional men that I would be writing for:

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Tristan Thorn

Michael Kinsella

Daryl Dixon

(might consider writing for other Charlie Cox/Norman Reedus characters. example: Ian Hamilton, Henry the vampire, Scud, Murphy MacManus, etc.)

You can ask for prompt included in this list or ones you come up with yourself:

Intimate moments

Gestures that make me feel love

Romantic rainy day prompts

gentle things that makes me fall harder in love

fluffy comforting/sick dialogue prompts

lighthearted first kiss scenarios

Sparring prompts

Forced proximity prompts

Date prompts masterpost

Note that I will be tagging the fic requests with #yuna's 2h sleepover celebration so that they're all sorted there, but they will be sorted in my main masterlist as regular requests! <3

tagging my moots to spread the word sorry for being a little too annoying hehe (and I tried to tag as much as possible but my memory is messing around with me I'm sorry if I forgot anyone) @v4leoftears @remonemo @fizanotfeeza @netflixmatt @bellaxgiornata @farfromstrange @itwasthereaminuteago @loveroftoomanyfandoms @little-miss-dilf-lover @tongueofcat @mattmurdockscox @courtforshort15 @chvoswxtch @mattmurdocksscars @kal-0n @murc0ck @babygrlmurdock @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @acharliecoxedfan @mindidjarin @she-likesorchids @munsonownsmyass @saintmurd0ck @murdocklorian @abbyhaslongshorts @theradioactivespidergwen @softasawhisper @peterman-spideyparker @mattmurdocksstarlight @netflixmatt-main

That's basically everything I have for my first sleepover celebration, feel free to submit your requests and games anytime! Thank you for coming to my sleepover tonight! <3

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years

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|| 24. Tender Sex ||

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Tristan Thorne x female reader

Warnings: first time, lovely fluffy love making ☺️

Author's note: excuse me I'm just dying imaging that your first time was with Tristan 🫠

Your face was sore from smiling and you giggled making it ache even more as your new husband carried you gallantly over the threshold of your home. Your arms encircled his neck as he held you close and you couldn't resist showering him with light kisses as he gently put you down once you were inside.

"Mrs Thorne," he beams, chastely kissing your lips, "welcome home."

"Thank you, Mr Thorne," you return, "married! I can scarcely believe it!" Your voice was pitched with excitement and relief, as after a long and busy day of celebration the two of you were finally alone.

He takes you by the hand and leads you to your bedchamber where a rather expensive looking bottle of wine and two goblets are waiting for you.

"We should toast! What should we toast to?" You ask, as he uncorks the wine and pours.

He hands you a glass, sitting down next to you on the bed and you laugh as you entangle your arms bringing the wine to your lips.

Tristan gazes into your eyes, "love," he says softly.

"To love," you agree, returning his smile with all your heart, reflecting back the immeasurable warmth you feel when he's near.

When the glasses are empty you suddenly feel a weight of expectation. You've never felt nervous with him before but then you'd never just been married before either. You smooth down your dress over your knees, fidgeting.

He's not stupid, and he knows something's wrong. Taking your hands he brings them up to his lips, kissing them reverently.

"My love, we don't have to…" he turns slightly, looking towards the bed. "you know we don't need to, tonight, if you-"

You squeeze his hands and stroke your fingers through his hair, sliding down to cup his jaw. "I know, but I'd like to… it's just, I've never-"

He laughs a little. "I've never, either. But, I think we'll be okay… we can um, help each other?"

You nod and lean closer, kissing him tenderly on the cheek. His hands come up to cradle your face and press the softest kiss to your lips. It's so light but the lingering nature of it promises so much more, and you allow yourself to crave it. Now that he's yours and you're his.

He pulls back just a little, your breath mingling as he strokes his thumb over your heated cheek.

"Um, the other night, I thought you were having a nightmare and were calling for me, so I… came to your room, but-"

You drop your gaze, flustered and embarrassed, knowing what he must have heard. "Tristan, I- I can explain-"

He tips your head up with his fingers under your chin to meet his eyes. "I’d like to hear you make those sounds for me, would you show me… show me what to do, how to… touch you like that?"

His earnestness lets your mind and emotions settle, and you nod, pulling him in close for a kiss that ensures he knows you want nothing more. The butterflies are still there as your hands trail down from his shoulders and over his chest as your kisses gradually grow more impassioned. It's not as if you hadn't gotten a tiny bit frisky before, but this was new, uncharted territory for both of you.

Without even realising it your fingers are unlacing his shirt, slipping underneath to feel his skin. He shrugs it off letting your curious hands skim down his chest and stomach to rest at the buttons of his breeches, never leaving your lips for any longer than necessary. He captures your bottom lip between his teeth as your fingers wander lower, a soft gasp fanning his face as you feel how just how much he strains for you.

"Oh..” you sigh together, foreheads touching as you both grin, laughing softly. His hands skim up the sides of your bodice as you pull back and reach behind your shoulders to unfasten the clasps.

“Would you let me?” He asks, and you smile, turning to give him access. He unhooks each clasp slowly, deliberately, working his way down your spine and you hum contentedly as he presses a light kiss to your skin as more of it is revealed. His hands are warm and you can feel the slightest of trembling as he moves the fabric of your dress away from your body. When you stand, still facing away, and push the wedding gown from your hips to the floor you are the most naked he has ever seen you.

He swiftly removes the rest of his clothes to prevent you from feeling self-conscious. You glance over your shoulder and smile, your arms wrapped around you as you’re not sure what to do next. When he rises and comes to you, you turn in his embrace and there’s a moment where the two of you are just looking at each other like it’s the first time, bare skin glowing in the lamplight.

“You are so beautiful.” Tristan tells you, brushing the backs of his fingers down your arm, his soothing brown eyes taking you in.

You feel the heat rise in your face at his words. “And you are so very handsome,” you say, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. You’re both sitting at first, he strokes your hair away from your face, leaning in to kiss you again. Moving ever closer you end up tangled in each other, skin to skin, his tongue finding yours. Desire sparks into life when you feel his length press against your belly, he wants this, he wants you. His thigh rubs between yours and you moan. He looks up and you can’t disguise your need.

“Show me.” He whispers, and you take his hand guiding it over your breast which he dips his head to and kisses, following down over your soft stomach leaving kisses there too, and down further to the juncture of your thighs. He gently lays you down on the bed and hovers over you, his cock twitching as his fingers feel the warmth and wetness there. He watches in amazement as you move his hand, allowing his fingertips to become slick with your arousal and slide with effortless ease over your clit.

“Oh Tristan… like that…” you shudder, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to feel everything he’s doing to you.

He’s a quick study, drawing slow, tight circles where it makes you writhe and moan so prettily. His eyes flickering between your beautiful expression of pleasure and where that pleasure originates from. As you let your legs spread wider you push his hand down a little further, encouraging him to slide a finger inside you.

“Are you sure you want me to-” He gasps along with you as he feels your tight velvet walls for the very first time, and moans out again as you reach for him, your soft fingers wrapping delicately around the base of his cock.

“Show me how you like it.” you ask him, your voice breathy and needing. He places his hand over yours, increasing your grip and slowly stroking up and down. His voice shakes as he guides you to twist your hand a little at the peak of the next stroke, and you watch, entranced, as a few drops of slippery liquid leak from his tip easing your movements even more.

“Mmn, y-yes, just like… ahh-”

After a little while you can no longer deny the ache for something more. “Tristan, please… I’m ready.” your voice is steady and sure as you move him over you. He looks so deep into your eyes as he braces his hand near your shoulder, his other gently nudging the head of his cock through your folds, covering it in your slick.

“Are you certain? Is this okay?” he asks, concerned.

"Please." You nod, your hands reaching around his back and pulling him closer to you, biting at your lip as he finds your entrance and slowly starts to push inside. You share a sigh, his mouth drops open at the feel of you all around him, he's shivering at the intensity of it. A sharp, loud, moan escapes your lips as he presses in further, and he stops, gently pulling out again.

“Are you alright? Oh love, have I hurt you?!” He’s frantically looking you up and down with worry painting his features.

You breathe out, shaking your head and urging him to continue. “No I’m fine, it’s okay, I’m okay.” you assure him, giving him a smile to make him feel at ease. He’s not completely convinced, sitting back and stroking down your thighs.

“I think, maybe if you can relax, it might help?” He suggests, and your smile is genuine as he leans forward, his lips kissing their way down from your neck. You giggle at first as the touch is ticklish, but then he caresses your breasts with his hands, kissing, licking and sucking at your nipples until they are hard, and you can’t help your moans. He seems to revere you like a goddess, every touch is like starfire and it burns the fiercest of all when he dips down between your legs and kisses you there.

He holds you down, on a quest to make you feel nothing but good, his tongue eagerly licking through your folds and up to your clit and you cry out in disbelief at the rapturous feeling it elicits. Your fervent cries and moans spur him to continue, hungrily lapping your sweet taste into his mouth and moaning against you as you start rocking your hips against him. That sensation you’ve only ever felt at the touch of your own hand bursts its way ferociously through your entire being and you cry out his name over and over until you have to tell him to stop. He’s panting like you are and you can’t help laughing and shuddering as a satisfying glow settles over you.

“Did that… help?” He asks, grinning cheekily. He yelps as you haul him on top of you again in answer, taking his cock in your grasp and guiding him confidently to where you need him. It feels so good now, the stretch is only a slight burn as he fills you with such sweetness that you think you might weep. Tristan gasps with you as he sinks deeper this time, you're so warm, tight, and so very wet from his previous ministrations, how can anything possibly feel this incredible? He moves his hips, slowly at first, and the drag of his length inside you is almost too good to bear. Your hands go to the sides of his face, “Tristan…” you whisper, tilting your head up to kiss him as your bodies move as one, each gentle rock of your hips building the wave of bliss higher and higher.

“You feel so good my love, please tell me it feels this good for you.”

"I could have never have imagined…" Your fingers thread through his hair and grasp at his shoulder, sliding down over his back to feel how he moves against you. Soon enough you feel the telltale coiling sensation deep within, a surge of pure ecstacy waiting to be set free.

You wrap your legs around his waist altering the angle of his smooth thrusts, making his cock press into a part of you that you didn't even know existed. He feels you shake and whimper softly beneath him and it drives him to keep going, to release the familiar tight, throbbing coil locked at the base of his spine and take you with him.

You're dancing on the edge of a feeling you can't describe, something you never want to end. "Tristan, oh please, I-"

He gives himself over to the feel of you squeezing around him, the incredible rhythmic pulsing within you that sets off a chain reaction.

He grasps for your hand, your fingers interlocking as he kisses you breathless as you come apart.

"My star-"

Your back arches, it feels something like heaven and you cry out, holding him so close to you as he joins you in this beautiful loss of control, releasing inside you with a such a pretty moan.

You lie wrapped in each other for a time, moulded together irrevocably, content and sharing the warm blanket of post orgasmic bliss with lazy brushes of lips, featherlight touches and I love yous.

#kinkwasthereaminuteago #tristan thorne x female reader #tristan thorne x f!reader #tristan thorne fluff #tristan thorne smut

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peterman-spideyparker · 10 months

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Horses and Zebras (College!Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: I wrote this a bit ago with the intention of having this be smutty, but what I was coming up with just didn’t feel right, so I pivoted and turned it into this. I wanted to use a gif of college Matt but this one popped up, and I will never not use a gif of Tristan Thorn if given the chance and I’m also sorry for the sucky title. It might have a second part, but that’s TBD. Enjoy! :)

Summary: You’re in the medical program at Columbia, but you have some space in your schedule to take an elective, so you opt for a health policy and law class. What you don’t expect is meeting a handsome, blind law student.

Warnings: Fluff, flirting, medical jargon, angst (mentions of death, medical diseases), swearing

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson

Word Count: 2,184

“Is this seat taken?” you hear a smooth, deep voice ask to your right as you take out your notebook and pencil case.

“It’s up for grabs,” you say with a smile as you turn to look at the asker. You feel your cheeks burn hot when you see the handsome man with brown hair, navy sweater, and sunglasses standing with a soft smile. He shifts the cane in his hands as he puts his bag down and begins unpacking his things. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“Matt,” he returns as he settles. “Are you a 2L or a 3L?”

“I’m actually a med student—year and a half left.”

His thick eyebrows scrunch and his lips turn into a confused frown. “They’re letting a med student take a law class?”

“Well, it’s a health law and policy class. I’ve taken some summer courses to get ahead, and my advisor vouched for me. I figured if I’m going to be a doctor, I should try to help them and advocate for them as much as I can. Even if I know a little of it, I hope it would be a big help for some patients.”

“Wow,” he says softly. “You don’t really meet people that think like that.”

“Tell me about it. There’s this guy in my class, right? Stephen. He’s thinks he’s a real hot-shot surgical godsend, when really he’s just an egomaniac that always has to be the one holding the knife.”

“Sounds like a real dick,” he says with a sympathetic pout.

“There’s always people like that in any profession, I guess. Any people like that come to mind in the law program? Or am I talking to one?”

“I guess it depends on who you ask.”

“Mm,” you hum with a little smirk. “Sounds like a yes for the second to me.”

Matt smiles and licks his lips. It looks like he is just about to say something else when the professor walks in with her briefcase.

“Good morning and welcome to Intro to Health Law Advocacy. Now, we will be starting with medical ethics, and from there, segue into medical malpractice—which is slightly askew from the way it’s organized in the book. If you’ll open your textbooks to chapter eight . . .”

“How are you not worried about this exam?” Matt asks, flipping through his notes on his bed, taking off his glasses and putting them to the side, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Well, so far, I’m already familiar with these things,” you sigh as you turn on the chair at his desk. “We covered them the first or second year of the med program. I really haven’t learned anything new that will help me as a doctor. This class isn’t what I thought it would be, and I’m starting to think that’s why they let a med student take a law class.”

“So, what exactly are you studying right now, then?”

“Advanced abdominal and reproductive anatomy and diseases.”

“Ew,” he grimaces.

“Eh, it’s not bad. Some of my friends and I have done the ‘What’s my disease?’ game with all the symptoms and stuff, it’s just making sure I get these muscles right.��

“How can I help?”

You lightly scoff. “Matthew, are you trying to get out of studying?”

“I would never,” he says in mock offense, a wry smirk almost immediately pulling at his lips.

“It’s good you’re practicing your lying now,” you laugh as you move to make a highlight in your notes. “You really wouldn’t want something that bad presented in court.”

“Seriously, though,” he offers after he stops laughing. “I need a bit of a study break, honestly. How can I help you?”

“You could always just sit there and tell me how pretty I am.”

“(Y/N).”

“Matt, I appreciate it, but I don’t know if you can. Unless you want to be a live model, that is.”

“How so?”

You sigh, regretting even having brought it up. “It’s one thing to read it and look at diagrams, but it’s another thing to actually do it on a person.”

“Okay. So,” Matt draws out, putting a tab in his book. “I could lie down, and you’d poke and prod and tell me what you’d feel if I was a patient with one of the things in your book?”

“Yeah, I guess. Would you be comfortable with that?”

Matt nods. “I need a break from these laws—my fingers can’t take it anymore.”

“Alright, then.”

You know to do this, Matt would have to take his shirt off, but you’re not quite prepared for when he does. You can tell that Matt is in shape just by looking at him, but seeing how sculpted he is, the defined dips and curves of his muscles on his taut and smooth skin, you’re not prepared for how your mouth waters. Laying down on the twin bed, he lifts his arms, folding his hands behind his head, resting all nonchalantly with a cocky smirk on his lips.

“You alright there, doctor?” he asks, shifting ever so slightly and making his muscles flex.

“I’m not a doctor yet, Matty,” you tell him, grabbing your notes before you get up.

“You don’t need those.”

“How do you expect me to tell you which uncommon disease that you fictionally have when I poke you in certain places? It’s not like you know the symptoms.”

“You use your memory, sweetheart, that’s how.”

Your cheeks burn hot at the nickname, but it’s enough to convince you to put down your notes.

“Okay,” you start, moving forward as you retie your ponytail. “Let me start with something easy just to get going. Appendicitis. Appendix becomes inflamed from infection and fills with pus. Pain is caused in the lower right abdomen, usually starting right around here.” You apply light pressure near his belly button on his rock hard abs. How does he have abs this great? “Pain will lessen the pressure is applied, but will get worse when my fingers get removed.” I mimic my motion with my words.

“Ow, it hurts really bad,” Matt adds for effect with a pout, making you giggle. “Doc, you gotta help me.”

“Well, you don’t have a fever,” you play along, feeling his forehead with the back of your hand. “Not nauseous, either. Could just be gas. But, if you do later on, it hurts when you cough, walk, or laugh, and the pain shifts here and your abdomen becomes rigid—,” you continue, moving your fingers lower, “—that’s then we have an issue. An ultrasound will confirm it’s an appendicitis.”

“Easy enough.” Matt’s tone is cool, but the blush on his chest, neck, and cheeks say otherwise. “What’s one of the rarer ones?”

“Well, that’d be something like Hirschsprung’s disease. It’s when there’s a lack of nerve cell bodies in part of the bowel. People are born with it, but it might not develop until later in life. Pain can present anywhere.”

“Well, that doesn’t make diagnosis sound easy.”

“It’s not as common. One of the first things you’re told is to look for horses not zebras; what someone might thinks is uncommon is actually something common presenting differently.”

“Then what happens when it’s actually uncommon?”

“People end up going to multiple doctors,” you sigh. “Or, they realize it’s uncommon when it’s too late. And the sad thing is, it happens—it happens a lot more to female patients than male patients because . . . fuck, I don’t know, people think women are weak.”

“You sound like you’re talking from experience.”

“Cuz I am.” You sit down on the edge of the mattress, your shoulders slumping forward as you hang your head. “One of my closest friends in high school, she was so incredibly fit and healthy, but she hadn’t been feeling right. One doctor said it was the flu, a physician’s assistant said it was PMS, another said it might be something carcinogenic. Then one day our senior year when she was at home, she just collapsed. After a week, they figured out it was a neurological disease. It ran in her family, but it hadn’t manifested in anyone. And by the end of that week, she was gone.”

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” Matt says softly, sitting up and putting his hand on yours.

“I’m so afraid of turning into one of those doctors,” you breathe quietly. “I don’t want to worry anyone for no reason, to put them through unnecessary tests that insurance might not cover and they might not be able to afford. But I’m so worried that one day, I’m just going to convince myself that one of those zebras is a horse, and then someone else will lose their best friend.”

“We haven’t known each other for long, but I like to think that in the semester I’ve known you, I’ve gotten to know you well. So I know that when you become a doctor, you will treat every one of your patients with respect, kindness, and compassion. You’ll listen to them and their concerns, and do the absolute best to give them the care they need. If you think there’s a zebra in the room, I know you’ll trust your gut and approach it in the right way. It’s not gonna be easy, and it won’t be without its difficult times, but I have every last faith in you and your abilities.”

“I don’t think you know how much that means to me to hear,” you admit, your voice thick with emotion. “You really are going to be a great lawyer, Matt. And I’m not just saying that. A lot of the same nice things you just said about me apply to you, though. You’re kind, compassionate, and you just want to help. There’s nothing more admirable than that.”

You feel electricity move across your skin when he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. Your noses touch before you tilt your heads to the side so they slot better together, your lips millimeters apart before the door to his dorm opens.

“Guess who just got a date with Marci!” Foggy cheers triumphantly as he comes into the room, stuttering to a halt when he registers how you and Matt slide away from one another. “Sorry, I di—.”

“No—,” you start.

“Fog, we—,” Matt says over you.

“I should get going, anyways,” you say as you stand to gather your things. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow, Matt.”

“I’ll see you,” he says softly. “Text me when you get back to your dorm safe.”

“Will do. Night.”

As soon as you close the door to their room, you can immediately hear Foggy start profusely apologizing.

“Dude, I didn’t know! I’m so sorry—,” he starts.

“Fog, keep your voice down!” Matt hushes him urgently. “She can hear you!”

“She’s probably all the way down the hall at this point. Is that the hot med student you’ve been telling me about?”

“Fog—!”

“Don’t pull that ‘How would I know they’re hot’ shit—you always find the prettiest girls and ensnare them in your Murdock charm.”

You can’t help but giggle as you walk down the hall and start back to your place. So . . . Matt has talked about you to Foggy. You guess you can tick that off of your curiosity list. You wonder what exactly he’s told his best friend about. You’re so lost in thought and reliant on muscle memory that you don’t realize you’re back in your place until you slump your bag off your shoulders and it hits the floor. Pulling out your phone, you lean against the door and begin to text Matt.

“Your hot med student friend is safe in her dorm,” you type, grinning like an idiot as you bite your lip.

It takes him a little bit to respond.

“I’m glad,” he says with a little smiley face emoji. Another text bubbles before it disappears, reappears, and I have a new text on my screen. “I’m sorry for what Foggy said.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“So you did hear it. Eavesdropper ;).”

“I heard enough of it.”

You grow nervous when he doesn’t text back right away. In an effort to shake off the discomfort at the potential crater you might just have carved into your friendship, you change into your pajamas and grab what you need to start studying for you other classes. Just as you get in the right study spot, your phone buzzes to life with a text.

“You’re not mad?” it reads.

“At you? Impossible.” Your finger hovers over the send button, wondering if it would push the envelope too much for the night, but then you remember the initial text you sent over, getting enough courage to click down on the blue circle with the arrow. “If you need me for anything, I’m just a text away.”

“Good to know. There’s no way I’m making it through this without you.”

Does . . . Does he mean the test? The class? He is too flirty for his own good. But you know one thing for sure: you have a big, fat, undeniable crush on Matt Murdock.

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munsonownsmyass · 1 year

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Dream a little dream of me

Tristan Thorn x reader

Notes: This is my first time writing for Tristan. I hope I've done him justice. But when @itwasthereaminuteago sent the ask, I couldn't say no. Thank you for the ask, hun 💜

Warnings: None. Pure fluff, although there is very little spice sprinkled over it.

Days like these were your favorite. Nothing much to do, but you got to spend it with your favorite person in the whole world. Ever since childhood, you and Tristan had been inseparable, doing everything together. Even if it was something as simple as laying in the grassy fields together, watching the clouds drift by. There wasn’t always much to do in Wall, but you did quite enjoy watching the clouds, dreaming.

“Doesn’t those skies look like someone kissing?” Tristan points excitedly at another small cloud formation. You can easily see it, nodding in agreement.

“I do see it. Reminds me of a dream I had a few nights ago.” You smile at the memory, still remembering one of the best dreams you’ve ever had.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Tristan look at you with a wide grin. “I also had a dream like that, but I want to hear yours first.” Teasingly, he pokes at your side. “I want to know who can make you smile like that.”

You don’t even dare answer, cause how do you even tell your best friend that it was him you dreamt about? His mouth against yours in a passionate kiss. His hands exploring parts of your body you only want him to touch. Your skirt pushed up over your hips, Tristan’s fingers traveling up your inner thigh towards-

Shaking your head, you try to seem indifferent, knowing very well how red your face must be. “It’s nothing. Tell me about your dream instead.” You smile, doing your best to lie convincingly.

“If you insist.” He frowns a bit, probably not buying your poor excuse. But he doesn’t push it, just getting more comfortable in the tall grass as he looks up at the sky. “I dreamt I kissed you. It was at the harvest dance, and we’ve had too much ale. You asked me to dance and then… I kissed you.”

”You… dreamt about kissing me?” You can barely form the words, let alone believe them. For years, you’ve had a small hope that one day Tristan would realize that Victoria didn’t care about him. Not like you did. In fact, you had been hopelessly in love with him, but he never saw it because of her. But he dreamt about kissing you, so that must surely mean something. Right?

Tristan turns to you, a small nervous smile forming on his lips, those perfect pink lips you’ve dream about kissing more times than you could count. “Yeah, okay, so what if I dreamt about kissing you?” He shrugs, pushing up onto one elbow, looking down on you, one finger swirling around in the grass. “Don’t we all do that to our best friend?”

Just when you think he can’t get any more adorable, he has to look at you like that. His beautiful hazel eyes, so innocent, so oblivious to the desire he awakens in you.

“No, Tristan.”

“No? What do you mean ’no’?” He smiles nervously, swallowing hard as you look deeply into his eyes, wondering if you should just give hell to it all and finally kiss him. There’s nothing you want more, but you’re afraid he’ll never look at you that way again. But wouldn’t you rather know now if he feels the same, than spend more years wondering?

“I mean… I’ve never dreamt about kissing Clara. Or Yvette. But…” You look away, just for a moment, trying to settle your nerves. Here goes nothing. “I’ve dreamt about kissing you too, Tristan. But not-”

You pause, feeling like you’re on fire under his gaze. Tristan gently takes your hand, the warmth of it bringing your gaze back to his. “Not what?”

“B-but not as a friend.” You breathe out, looking into his eyes as his mouth drops open. He just stares at you, unable to form any words. Maybe he’s shocked, maybe he just doesn’t know how to tell you he doesn’t feel the same. But before he can regain his thoughts, your hand flies up to cup his cheek gently. “I think… I know… that I’m in love with you.”

When he still doesn’t answer, you fear you blew it all. But all you can think about is blurting it all out, getting it all on the table.

“You don’t have to say anything. Or even feel the same way. I know you’ve always been in love with Victoria, but she really isn’t good for you.” You ramble, unable to stop again, too mortified in yourself to even look at Tristan. “You deserve someone good. Someone who loves you. Not someone who just-”

His lips on yours stop you. It must be a dream, but it’s not. Tristan is hovering over you ever so slightly, one hand cupping your cheek so gently almost as if he fears you might break. His hazel eyes find yours and in that moment, it is as if time stands still.

“Truth is” He finally speaks, smiling nervously as he tries to find the right words. “It’s always been you. For as long as I can remember, it was you in my dreams.”

“But… Victoria?”

“Let’s be honest. Your father has never been fond of me, knowing you deserved better. And…” He pauses, stopping you gently when you move to make a rebuttal. “I always knew you were too good for this place. That you’d leave Wall one day. You’re destined for more and I won’t be the reason that-”

This time is you stopping his ramble with a kiss. This one deeper and more passionate than the first. Timidly, his hand moved to your waist pulling you a little closer. It’s not much, but the feeling of his body against yours make you feel on fire, every part of you screaming for more. Just as you move to deepen the kiss, Tristan pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Trust me, love, there’s nothing I want more than…” He stops, grinning from ear to ear. “But I won’t give your father another reason to dislike me. Let’s do this right. I… I wanna court you. Properly. If you’ll have me.”

With tears swelling in your eyes, you giggle, still unable to believe this isn’t a dream. “There’s nothing I want more.” Peppering him with soft kisses to his cheeks and lips, you feel happier than you’ve felt your whole life. Sometimes dreams do come true.

TFC girls: @mindidjarin @e-dubbc11 @idrinkcoffeeandobsess @pedrito-friskito @saintmurd0ck @mattmurdocksscars @thisishellfire

Tagging: @lucy-sky @missbeewrites

#tristan thorn x reader #tristan thorn fanfiction #tristan thorn #stardust #stardust fanfiction

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saintmurd0ck · 2 years

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Hi! I didn’t want to spam up your comment section, but yes, recommendations would be great/appreciated at any time!

hi love! so firstly i would recommend checking out @hellskitchenswhore as she has a very comprehensive library of fics!

secondly i use this tag for anything i read which might be helpful depending on what you're after... but let me point you in the direction of some incredible, incredible writers <333 i'm so sorry if i forget anyone but i'm tryna cram this all in my lunch break!!!!!

@pedrito-friskito -- the resident pedro pascal girly who also writes for matt murdock & frank castle. her series '12 months with the devil' is a personal fave!

@murdocksluvrr -- who writes for michael too!!! she's also written for matt and tristan thorn and her works are always *chefs kiss*

@marvelswh0re -- who has recently started writing for michael (i am wholly responsible for this and i love it), my favourite is her fic 'for luck'

@murdock-and-the-sea -- a poet and very gifted writer at heart. 'neogenesis' which she recently released is just... AH. i can go on about it for days. also, vidra writes for michael too, and 'chase your love' iS FANTASTIC

@mindidjarin -- mindi's fics are always, always incredible, and i recently reread 'feast' which is an ode to matt's ass and i just-- i have no words except read this please 😭

@phoebe-danvers -- okay you HAVE to check out her 'sealed with a kiss verse' fics (amongst everything else she's written) because the way she has crafted earth 65 (AM I RIGHT IS IT EARTH 65?!) matt murdock is fucking incredible

@e-dubbc11 -- our resident billy russo expert, but her matt fics are wonderful. she also has a series of thoughts on various charlie characters and the michael one is spot on

@briefcasejuice -- OKAY SO. gabs' character understanding of matt murdock and michael kinsella is simply put, mouth watering. everything she writes is gold. but to witness her passion for and knowledge of these characters is something i always look forward to

@mattmurdocksscars -- OOF amanda writes some GOOD shit. she has one or two mikey prompt drabbles and again, just incredible.

@rcughroad -- for anything frank castle/karen page. period.

@freshabogados -- has a myriad of matt murdock fics that always bring me to my knees. 'michelangelo's matthew' is my personal favourite

@eatommo -- another very gifted matt murdock writer, and a wonderful human!

@peterman-spideyparker -- 'embellishments' made me fucking cry reading it. GOD. i will go on about this forever kristen. FOREVER.

@mattmurdockspainkink -- 'i'll be in good company' is a fic i will be reading for the end of time. and most recently ren released 'matthew 6:9-13' which is a religion kink fic (not sure if you're into that, but i can highly recommend this)

@psychedelic-ink -- sil primarily writes for pedro pascal characters now, but she has a couple michael fics that i read upon joining the kin fandom and they've stuck with me this whole time!

@stress--relief -- if you haven't read 'baby cut the tension' what are you waiting for!!!!!

@shedaresthedevil -- 'my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it'. that's it. SEND fucking tweet.

@redahlia-writes -- a sweetheart who utilises mythology and classics knowledge to imprint her fics with an aura of melancholy so wonderful that you can reread these over and over again

@fluffyprettykitty -- resident marvel all-rounder, and anything she writes of matt is always something i'd recommend

@murdocks-devil -- another literary poet. 'quintessentia' is a monumental fic of theirs, and lives in my brain rent free always

@frankcastlescumslut -- who has a priest!matt series, as well as an ongoing frank series 'on the sea'. it is so well thought out and put together.

@father4giveme -- i could write a thesis on the series 'hallowed by thy name' but i will spare everyone right this second. it is a beautiful series, so well done

@courtforshort15 -- tooth rotting fluff. comfort fic central.

@idrinkcoffeeandobsess -- who only recently joined but is a wonderful new addition with an incredible back breaking RELIGIOUS KINK SMUT?

@itwasthereaminuteago -- 'strawberry surprise' which is a poly matt x frank x reader fic has me in a permanent chokehold. also anything aNYTHING shibari? you have found the author

@yourbucky084 -- shannon's account unfortunately got deleted a while back, so any love thrown her way for her incredible fics ('temptation' was the first of hers i'd read) would be so appreciated <33

@grippingbeskar -- who for the most part writes for frank but just released an amazing matt fic i am SO excited to read!

#rhi responds 💌#rhi's mutuals 💗

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why-do-i-breath · 2 years

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Alrighty I've decided to write fanfiction on here because I've burnt out on Wattpad and people aren't giving me requests so here's the people I will write for and I'll write anything ( if it's smut it may be a while because I would need to research stuff on it )

Matt Murdock

Foggy Nelson

Benjamin Dex Poindexter

Frank castle

Michael kinsella

Tristan thorn

Owen sleater

Karen page

Bucky Barnes

Henry (eat locals)

Peter Parker ( fluff / angst only)

And if you request a character I will try and research them my best to write them

Please request I'm begging here

#frank castle x reader #owen sleater #michael kinsella #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #karen page #foggy nelson #tristan thorn #peter parker #benjamin poindexter #james wesley #bucky barnes

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cellophaine · 1 year

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Hello friends! I'm here with a little update – fics mostly.

In the month of November, I will upload fics responding to the requests I have in my ask box, which are:

Matt x vigilante!F!Reader, enemies to lovers.

Matt x Foggy's younger sister!Reader, featuring lots of flirting and a protective Foggy.

Matt x F!Reader smut, face riding.

Professor!Matt x student!Reader, fluff and a little slow-burn.

Matt and Reader's cat, headcanon.

To those who sent me these requests (if you're still here), I'm very sorry for taking so long to get to them. I have no excuse, but it is not my intention to make you wait so long.

I planned to have my Tristan Thorn mini-series out in November, but the writer's block hit really hard this time. It went on for most of October, and I'm only easing back into the cycle of planning and writing stuff in the past few days. I've been feeling so stressed lately with life and such, and I can't sleep.

So the Tristan Thron series will be out in December if my brain decides to go back to work like normal lol.

#finger crossed #i really want to get it done this year because it was on my resolution list for 2022 #cellophaine updates

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shedaresthedevil · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Thank you for the ask @matt-erialgirl this is a blessing. Now, onto the five. if its in red its s m u t , if its in blue its s f w

Would you pray before you twist the knife?

This was my very first ask by none other than @matt-erialgirl herself! I really ran with it and wrote an entire fic for the prompt "You don't get it, do you?". This established my Matt and ReaderOC dynamic and sent my very devious brain spiraling into an entire plotline. It has a special place in my heart because it showed me that my writing is worth sharing.

They Say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya

This was my second custom ask from @lexlovescoffee and HO BOY DID I HAVE A GOOD TIME WRITING IT. I believe it is my fic with the most notes. (EDIT: Help Me Get Away From Myself has the most notes, 284 at this moment) Writing a feral, unhinged, and horny Matt? 10/10 would do it again. Perhaps with the roles reversed.

Late Night Devil Put your hands on me

I really, REALLY love this one because it demonstrates the duality of both the ReaderOC and Matt, and I got a LOT of praise for how I wrote my fight sequences that was just really validating.

Til were saints just swimming in our sins again

This is my first Sub!Matt piece and I just adore it. We all know that this man is a switch and I got to explore the submissive side of Matt, as well as hint to the dominant side for a fic I haven't put out yet.

Stardust, In you and In Me

this is an ADORABLE FLUFFY FLUFF fic that I recently put out as an ask for @freshabogados and I just love it. Stardust is my favorite/comfort film and it also has the ray of sunshine that is Charlie Cox in it. Tristan Thorn really ruined my expectation of men as a 12 year old. Evie from the Mummy ruined my expectation of women as an 8 year old so here we are.

#matt murdock fic #shedaresthedevil #daredevil #daredevil fic

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murdocksluvrr · 2 years

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

— tristan thorn x afab!reader

cw: mostly fluff, gets slightly heated + alludes to sex, sub!tristan if you squint, use of pet names

prompt used from @nightprompts : “ my heart is so full of you i can hardly call it my own ”

— slightly nsfw [ 18+ ]

note: this is my first tristan fic !! i kinda got lazy with the ending jfldkfj it could’ve extended into a full smut scene but…oh well. maybe next time ;) enjoy <33

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you observed the dark, vast sky painted with twinkling specks. your chest swells with contentment as tristan lays by your side, his fingers intertwined with yours. a warm breeze washes over the both of you, and your eyes shut as if the hand of the wind softly closed your eyelids for you.

the light graze of tristan’s thumb circling on your hand brings you back to the moment, and your head turns to his direction. your eyes bask in the angelic sight of him, his side profile so intricately detailed with perfection. a knowing smile adorns his lips as he turns to face you, his eyes staring back at you with so much love, it’s like the constellations themselves transported into his pupils.

“you’re meant to be staring at the sky, my love, not me,” he laughs. the hand intertwined with yours now cups your cheek, his thumb once again stroking your skin.

“can’t help myself. you’re too pretty, mr. thorn.”

he laughs again at this, a sound so enchanting you start to believe he belongs in the sky alongside the other stars. a blush creeps onto your cheeks, tristan holding eye contact with you. it feels as though he can see right into the depths of your soul where your upmost desires and secrets lay. unbeknownst to him, your strongest desire is to kiss him; to feel his soft lips on yours…to feel your tongues dancing sweetly together.

any modicum of self control you had diminishes when your eyes dart to his mouth, the hunger for a taste of him growing quickly. tristan inches his face forward, seeming to want the same thing you do. your heart pounds from the inside of your chest, your breath becoming shallow with anticipation and nervousness. tristan’s trepidation doesn’t go unnoticed, either, as the hand still on your cheek becomes damp with sweat.

a breath gets caught in your throat when his mouth finally connects with yours, his velvety soft lips so perfectly made to mold against you. tristan lets out a low moan, the sound swallowed whole and lost in the passionate kiss. his hands roam all over your body, any inch of you they can manage to reach. all too soon, the both of you pull back to catch your breath. your eyes flutter shut as you come down from your high, a buzz flowing through you so intense it resembles that of an electric current.

“i’ve tasted you many times before and yet…i still feel like a nervous wreck every time,” tristan confesses, his forehead resting on yours. just when you think he’s finished, he continues. “my heart is so full of you i can hardly call it my own.”

you can’t find the words to express how you feel for him in the moment, so you settle on showing him instead. your lips crash back onto his, your tongue immediately slipping it’s way into his mouth. the passion just as fiery as before, he’s tugging you onto him and suddenly you’re straddling his waist. his hands outline the curve of your body, sliding their way up to your boobs. a moan escapes your lips when he squeezes them both, massaging them with hunger.

“tristan-“ you pant, “let’s continue this at home, baby.”

he lowers his kisses down to your neck, ignoring your words. your gaze falls onto the sky as tristan is sucking your sensitive skin, and soon your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as he nips on the perfect spot. his hips begin to rut against you, his cock clearly searching for some relief. a heat spreads through your core, and you realize you’re grinding against him, too. your hand finds it’s way to the nape of his neck and you tug at his hair, pulling his head away from you.

“don’t make me repeat myself, tristan.” you forcefully tug his soft locks once more, earning a loud groan from the flustered boy underneath you. not wanting to waste any time, you quickly stand up and gather your things, tristan following suit short after.

the ride home is a blur in your mind, clouded with the vast range of emotions you’d endured through the night. what started off as a sweet, innocent stargazing date quickly turned into a lust-filled exchange of passionate kisses and a desperate need to be one with each other, and tristan thorn knew exactly how to please you.

tagging some people who might be interested: @cellophaine @mindidjarin @star-spangled-man @matt-erialgirl @foggywells @softlikesilkchiffon @sobachka-korol @burnthoneymint @dropsofprecipitation @murrdxcks

#kay writes #tristan thorn #tristan thorn imagine #tristan thorn fic #tristan thorn x reader #stardust #tristan thorn masterlist

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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Wow, I have no idea how this happened but I'm truly quite happy, especially since I met so many lovely people over the past couple of months thanks to the mcu!

Since I'm gonna post this the same day as the moon knight finale I decided to make the event moon knight themed, gonna miss the show so much <3 Of course this doesn't mean you should send me only moon knight characters, the characters I'll be accepting are listed below!

event will be lasting for a week (4-11 may), feel free to send as much as asks you want <3 anons are very much welcomed of course!

marvel: moon knight(all), peter parker(all), doctor strange, matt murdock, foggy nelson, felicia hardy, kate bishop, gwen stacy, loki, bucky barnes, wade wilson, wanda maximoff, layla el-faouly

dc: battinson, batman in general, dick grayson, jason todd, wally west, barry allen

charlie cox characters: michael kinsella(kin), tristan thorn(stardust), henry (eat locals), owen sleater(broadwalk empire)

bridgerton: anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton

the goldfish problem 🐟 - send me a drabble request (all genres are acceptable if you don't specify i'll default to writing fluff)

summon the suit 🌙 - fic reviews! send me a fic you've written, I'll review & reblog it!

the friendly type 🐫 - cym, fmk, unpopular opinions, confessions, thirsts, send me anything you wanna share!

the tomb 💀 - send me any character from any movie or show you want and I'll make you an icon pack !

asylum 🌾 - send me a character, au, genre and I'll write you a drabble!

gods and monsters 🐊 - send me a character + scenario and i'll make you a moodboard !

tagging some lovely people under the cut <3

@leydileyla @saintlike78 @moonbcrry @scandalous-chaos @peterthepark @inklore @novaresque @tom-whore-dleston @softtdaisy @ddejavvu @murdocksluvrr @sobachka-korol @spidervee @saintmurd0ck @wint3r-h3art @fluffyprettykitty

#burnthoneymint's 3k escapade #moon knight x reader #moon knight tv #moonknight #moon knight x you #moon knight spoilers #moon knight #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil #michael kinsella x reader #owen sleater x reader #daredevil x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker x reader #bruce wayne x reader

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mattmurdocksdumpy · 2 years

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𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒟𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒 🌷

I am aware this is a Tristan Thorne gif but Charlie looks cute so ,,,

S3 spoilers!!!

pregnant reader <3

requested pregnant reader fluff <3

Since Matt heard that faint second heartbeat come from your stomach, he has hardly left your side. After putting the DD suit to rest for the foreseeable future, he came home from Josie's one night and heard that faint heartbeat.

His head cocked to the side as he sipped at the glass of wine you handed him, the familiar oaky flavor filling his mouth. But something was off, the smell wasn't as strong as usual.

Your wine was non alcoholic, the oaky smell missing from your glass, along with the bitter taste that adults pretended to like so they looked classy.

Why was it nonalcoholic?

And then he heard the small heartbeat

thump.thump. thump.

It was too light to be yours, but too strong to be some random neighbors.

No.. it was coming from you. Your stomach.

You had a double heartbeat. His brows furrowed , and his lips pressed together.

"You're pregnant ?" He suddenly asked. You blinked at him, his hands shakily bringing his glass to his lips. There was silence for a few seconds, before it was broken by a little giggle from you.

"Jeez you are so hard to surprise , Y'know that?" You chuckled, the wrapped box with the pregnancy test sitting next to your legs. He immediately stood up, gently pulled you up and embraced you, showering you with kisses and love.

"We are going to be parents!" He exclaimed, and you laughed as he covered your face with kisses.

And since then he hasn't left you alone. Every time you turn around, he's there, hovering like a ghost. He insisted on helping you shower and he helps even more with chores, not letting you bend over to empty the dishwasher or dust the high shelves. Not that you were complaining.

He started doing more work at home so he would be there if anything happened or if you needed help. He bought all the parenting books in braille, and any that weren't in braille would be read to him by you, as you cuddled on the couch together.

"Did you know, when pregnant, blood volume increases as much as 50% to help supply enough oxygenated blood to the fetus.. can you hear it? " looking down at the man who had his head rested against your thighs.

"That would explain why your heart rate sounds stronger.. I thought I was just being Paranoid" he chuckled, those familiar crinkles surrounding his eyes as he smiled. His glasses were absent from his face, and he allowed you and only you to look into his hazel eyes, a favorite past time of yours.

You smiled down at him, in awe as you inspected every hazel fleck in those wide brown eyes.

he smirked at his gaze settled at your chin. "What?"

"I wonder if she'll get your eyes...?" You pondered, gently placing the book down onto his chest. One of your hands played with his brown curls, earning a satisfied groan from him.

"The colour? Or the seeing shades of fire?" He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes. "Always the blind jokes"

"Whattttt! They're funny" he laughed, his body jiggling slightly as laughter rippled through him. Your fingers stayed entangled in his hair, rolling your eyes and chuckling softly as his, admittedly , funny joke.

"Maybe she'll be just like her dad and be able to scale buildings" you smirked back. He audibly gasped.

"I'd ground her, that's way too dangerous" he smirked. You rolled your eyes playfully. "Anyone who does that is a nutcase" he added. You smirked down at him, before booping his nose.

"Must run in the family"

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #mattmurdock one shots #drabbles #matt murdock fluff #daredevil

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yarrystyleeza · 3 months

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𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝟐𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫!

Well, as the title suggests, I am turning 22 on January 30th (yes I can't believe it either), and it's a very very special number to me, I was obsessed with it since I was a kid—because of Taylor Swift's 22 of course (you have no idea how happy my inner child is now!).

However, I thought I should celebrate this very important event with you by hosting my second sleepover! (honestly I was planning to make this a double sleepover if I hit 300 followers before my birthday, but since I didn't, I really had to host a sleepover)

As usual, my sleepover will host games, questions, asks, and definitely, requests!!! <3

The sleepover will be a week long, from January 30th till February 6th, where you can submit asks and requests!

Note on prohibited things that I won't be doing or answering:

No nsfw/dirty asks, writing requests or questions, it's uncomfortable for me sometimes, and this is an all-ages-friendly celebration. No further elaboration, please respect this. <3

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬:

Here's a list of the games we can play:

Kiss/Marry/Kill: you give me three characters and I will sort each one in one of these categories! (make it hard for me)

Would you rather: you give me two things/characters and I get to choose one that suits me better! (for example: night owl or early bird?)

Make an assumption: you literally make an assumption about me and I either prove it or deny it!

Never have I ever: you ask me about things I did or didn't do!

Exchanged Ships: basically, you give me a character that you find as my significant other, and I will give you a character in exchange and why I think it's the perfect character for you!

Random Q&A: you can ask me about anything, whether it's my favorite food or even what fabrics do I prefer to wear, ask whatever you want!

Girly Talks: just talk to me about any girly topic you want and we'll establish a good conversation! Let's talk about books or authors, favorite poetry pieces, maybe movies we loved in our childhood, or even your favorite outfits back when you were a 10 year old! Literally anything!

Rate My Music Taste: give me a song/artist and I will rate it from 1 (absolute flop) to 10 (total banger)! — (this is absolutely done just for fun).

I Wanna Write You A Song: start with a phrase and we will make a totally original song together in the reblogs!

Doodles: give me something simple to draw!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬:

As for writing requests, I will be taking fluff/angst/violence (blood and gore—due to the nature of the characters I write for) x female!reader requests only. But of course you can request the prompt you desire. <3

As for the characters, here's a list of the fictional men that I would be writing for:

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Foggy Nelson

Tristan Thorn

Michael Kinsella

Henry (from Eat Locals)

Daryl Dixon

(might consider writing for other Charlie Cox/Norman Reedus characters. example: Ian Hamilton, Owen Sleater, Scud, Murphy MacManus, etc.)

You can ask for prompt included in this list or ones you come up with yourself:

intimate moments / gestures that make me feel love / romantic rainy day prompts / gentle things that make me fall harder in love / fluffy comforting/sick dialogue prompts / lighthearted first kiss prompts / sparring prompts / forced proximity prompts / date prompts masterpost /

Note that I will be tagging the fic requests with #yuna's 22 birthday sleepover so they're easy to find, but they will be sorted in my main masterlist as regular requests! <3

tagging my moots to spread the word sorry for being a little too annoying hehe (and I tried to tag as much as possible but my memory is messing around with me I'm sorry if I forgot anyone): @v4leoftears @remonemo @fizanotfeeza @bunmurdock @bellaxgiornata @kal-0n @1988-fiend @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @floral-charlie-cat @farfromstrange @babygirlmurdock @mattmurdocksscars @itwasthereaminuteago @c-mrdck @xxeycisxx @loveroftoomanyfandoms @mindidjarin @little-miss-dilf-lover @shiorimakibawrites @tongueofcat @marytheweefrenchie @chvoswxtch @devilsmurdock @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @acharliecoxedfan @folkloreandfall @murdocklorian @munsonownsmyass @abbyhaslongshorts @murc0ck @lazyxsquirrel @theradioactivespidergwen @xxdrixx @saintmurd0ck @softasawhisper @she-likesorchids @peterman-spideyparker @mattmurdocksstarlight @amberlynnmurdock @courtforshort15 @saltedlays @importantnightwerewolf @lene-loki

That's basically everything I have for my birthday sleepover, feel free to submit requests and games! Thank you for coming to my sleepover tonight! <3

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years

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|| 16. Bath Sex ||

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Tristan Thorne X female reader

Warnings: Tristan being adorable.

Author's note: I kinda see full on bath or shower sex as practical myth so I've gone for edge-of-the-bath ☺️

"It's just a little further," Tristan had been assuring you for the past hour. You rolled your eyes.

You were tired, saddlesore, feeling encrusted with so much dirt and grime you just wished you could both return to the palace for a bath and sleep for a week. There were people in the far reaches of your kingdom that you had to visit and you didn't mind that so much, you loved hearing their stories and issues and trying to find a way to fix it for them, but after a couple of weeks of trekking you just wanted some comfort. Of course you could have taken a carriage but the two of you relished the opportunity to adventure on the road without a cumbersome royal entourage.

"I promise, it'll be worth it." He smiles and you couldn't ever be mad. He was your entire world and he'd never let you down yet.

You urge your chestnut mare onwards following Tristan down the side of the hill and around the corner of the cliffs that flanked it. Even though it was midwinter the sun was still visible just above the horizon. In a little while you might see the brilliant fleeting flash of green as it disappears down below and makes space for the dazzling light show of the aurora.

"Alright, we're here. I'll get some wood for the fire, perhaps you could take the bedding in there?"

He gestures at the narrow cave entrance, just wide enough to walk through, you make your way inside to check it out. "Uhh, are you sure about this place, I don't think- oh my stars!"

Your hand goes to your mouth as you enter the cave. Hundreds of thousands of tiny twinkling blue lights from glow worms are dotted all around the domed ceiling just like mini chandeliers. There is a natural hot spring pool in the center with a smooth worn rock ledge encircling it. Small cracks in the wall allow the last of the day’s sunlight to gently bounce around and lay warm on your skin.

You feel him come up behind you, his hands sliding around your neck to untie your cloak.

"Do you like it?" he asks. You can feel his grin as he moves your hair aside to kiss your nape.

You turn in his arms with the biggest brightest smile on your face, and his fingers move lower to unlace your dress. "Oh Tristan, it's beautiful! How do you know about this place?!"

"From a very helpful person in the last town we visited. I know you're fed up and thought that you deserve a treat. I know it's not perfect but…"

You bring your finger to his lips, shushing him as the ties loosen and he slides your dress off over your shoulders, leaving you in your underthings.

"It is perfect." you say, helping to remove his clothes too, suddenly realising that you haven’t had much time to yourselves lately. At least not intimately. You kick off your boots and strip down bare, padding excitedly towards the large steaming pool where you dip your toes in.

"Mm, it’s so warm,” you marvel, crouching down and sliding into the gorgeously relaxing embrace of the spring water with a sigh. Tristan is right behind and you pull him towards you as he enters the pool for a kiss, the water lapping gently around you both. It's chaste and sweet, he strokes his fingers through your hair, pulling away just to look at you and you smile.

You spend time submerging yourself, washing and just floating around in bliss, letting the hot water melt the tension from your muscles before your hands are reaching for each other. You trail your wet fingertips slowly down his chest, watching the way the water droplets weave through the hair there on their way downwards. His hand cups your chin and he leans in to catch your lips in his, this time a deep, soft kiss that tastes of longing and hunger as his tongue drags against your own. You move closer, your limbs gently tangling underneath the water. You chase after him as he pulls away, chuckling softly with a glint in his eyes. When he bites and tugs playfully at your soft lower lip you moan and sweep your tongue over his as he lets go, the steam from the pool making its path sensual and slippery. He caresses your jaw, holding you as you kiss each other over and over, your arms winding around his back and reaching down to his ass to grasp and pull him ever closer. He moans your name and you can’t mistake the feel of his hardening cock pressing against your stomach.

“Tristan…” you breathe out as he leans you back so his mouth can rove and claim the soft flesh of your breasts, teeth grazing over your nipples and bringing them to hard peaks. Shattered gasps echo softly around the cave as he takes his time reminding you what you mean to him.

"My star…" he murmurs into your damp skin, his hands exploring and memorising the soft curves of your body. "I've missed touching you like this."

"We've barely been alone!" you giggle as he lifts you up to sit on the edge of the pool.

"Yes! And although I've enjoyed it, but I'm so glad it's just us now..."

His hazel eyes preempt a question as he trails his fingers up your thighs, and you let him part them so he can fit in the space between. He brushes the soft hair of your mound.

"Darling, can I kiss you here? I think you enjoyed it last time…" he grins.

You reply with a fervent nodding. "Yes, please, yes…"

He coaxes you forward, his mouth level with your core and gaze flicking up as you bite down on your lip, watching. Your hands come to rest on his shoulders, fingers curling and eyes closing as he kisses his way from your knee achingly slowly along your inner thigh. He lays a soft kiss between your legs and you shiver with anticipation before you feel his tongue flick out to taste you. His fingers press into your hips, holding you as you squirm while his tongue probes deeper, his pretty mouth exploring and working to find your pleasure.

Your hips move instinctually, grinding against his face with your hands around his head, spurred on by his encouraging noises as he so easily hastens you towards an earth shattering orgasm. His tongue is like warm honey enveloping you, dripping over and radiating outwards to your whole body, the steam and the water only enhancing the sensations. This glorious feeling builds and builds, it has nowhere to go and there's no other choice than to let it consume you completely.

"Tristan!" You cry out. The ethereal blue light of the glowworms is mirrored in your eyes as your head falls back, the reflection in the pool distorted by the ripples you create when you come. Your euphoric reaction bathes you both in a dazzling shimmering radiance from your skin.

He moves away at your gentle signal to stop, his eyes wide and becoming almost black in the fading light as he looks at you, enraptured.

"You're so very beautiful when you do that," he says, catching you in his arms as you slide back into the pool and his amorous embrace.

"Do what?" you innocently ask, pretending to be confused as your hands wander underneath the surface of the water and an eager moan meets your ears as he tucks his head into the crook of your neck.

The magical ephemeral light of the aurora in the night sky is the backdrop to your shared bliss as you make love by the warmth of the fire. There are only glowing embers by the time you have fully sated your need for each other, the pale golden fingers of the dawn's light caressing you as you sleep soundly, entwined together under warm blankets on the ground.

#kinkwasthereaminuteago #tristan thorne x reader #tristan thorne x female reader #tristan thorne fluff #tristan thorne smut

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