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hey ya all.

i know for a fact it has been a minute.

but for those who don’t know,

i published my first book back in august. really trying to get the dream up and running. and that idea hasnt exactly been going well for me.

this is the book down below, and to anyone that can help me achieve any sort of goal- it would be very appreciated.

this book wasn’t much- a few pages about things i wish i could say to these people. some very obvious to people i know in my personal life. and i feel like that could help you guys in a way. i truely hope it does.

but i will have another book coming out soon- hopefully a book with plot, and characters, things as such. if you can help, it would mean a lot to me.

thank to those who listened, i love you all dearly! ❤️🩷💙🤎🩶

Things I wish I said https://a.co/d/3TvkaPU

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Pestering

MATT MURDOCK X FEM READER

WORD COUNT: 549

description: matt decides to tease you during work warning, this contains smut, do not continue further if that makes you uncomfortable.

    If he continued with what he was doing you thought you might as well die.

  You and Matthew, also with Foggy and Karen were in the conference room. Listening to one of their clients talking about their case- when suddenly you felt Matthew’s large hand go underneath your skirt, stroking your thigh. Causing your breath to hitch.

  “Are you alright?” The client asks, raising a brow- diverting her attention to you for a moment. You simply nod your head, forcing a smile, chewing the inside of your cheek as you felt Matt’s hand go higher up your femur- up until he reached the bottom of your underwear, your breathing turning into soft pants- heavy breaths. Trying your best for the client to not notice what was going on. And the last thing you needed was for Foggy or Karen to either.

  His fingers begun playing with your folds, brushing his fingertips over them. Chewing harder at the inside of your cheek, as the taste of metal tainted your tongue. Inhaling profoundly, shuddering- feeling his thumb rub soft, but yet firm circles on your clit. Almost gasping at the sensation of pleasure, as all you wanted to do was to simply throw your head back. To do anything without anyone watching, without any prying eyes.

   It felt like you had lost the ability to focus, as all you could possibly focus on the way Matt was pleasing you- and how frustrated you were that he was teasing you. Already planning on how you’d get him back for it- for this. 

  He stuck his pointer finger between your folds, trying to catch some of your fluid- your juices. Making you squirm underneath his touch. His head still faced in front of him, talking to his client like he wasn’t destroying you just below the table. 

 You gripped the arm part of the chair you were sitting in harshly, your hips bucking into the table- groaning faintly. The reactions you made caused Matt to smirk to himself.

  “Well thank you so much for your time.” The client says, smiling.

 “No, thank you.” Matt says back to her, still playing around with you as he spoke. Feeling you could go over edge at any given moment. And he knew that, he could sense it in the way your breathing grew more heavy- short and fast breaths.

 He had allowed Foggy and Karen to walk the client out, and once they were out the room. You sigh, letting out the moan you had trapped inside of your mouth- as you were afraid of being caught. “You had that in you this entire time, haven’t you, sweetheart?.” He questions, speaking in a low tone- acting clueless, already knowing that she did.

  He then takes his hand out from underneath your skirt, his fingers dripping in your arousal- licking it off. Sucking it off of his own knuckle, the taste of you invading his senses. Your eyes were on him while he did so, feeling butterflies in the pit of your stomach. Your cheeks flushing red. “You taste so good. So damn good, angel.” He grumbled, a familiar smirk appearing on his lips- were glossy with the mess he had made out of you. “Can’t wait until we get home.”

 ‘“Trust me, I can’t either, Matthew.”

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Oliver Queen Masterlist

*WILL BE UPDATED OFTEN*

SMUT

FLUFF

Frail

OLIVER QUEEN X FEM READER

description: you have a really bad cold, and Oliver puts aside his job as the mayor and takes care of you

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Frail

OLIVER QUEEN X FEM!READER

word count: 1,300

description: you get sick with a really bad cold, and Oliver puts aside his job as mayor to take care of you.

warnings, none— just pure fluff basically.

*NOT PROOFREAD* Let me know if I made any spelling errors, thank you <3

Oliver brushed your cheeks with his knuckles softly, trying to wake you up as gently as he possibly could. The way you fainted at his office earlier this morning left him rather concerned.

“Y/N.” He called out to you in a low whisper, “Sweetie, please wake up. I’m worried.” He sighs profoundly, studying your features for a moment— noticing how droplets of sweat begun to near your forehead. Pulling his sleeve into his hand, wiping it off.

He sat there by your side, waiting for you to wake up. Nudging you lightly. Feeling like his heart was in his throat, growing worried.

Your eyes begun open, groaning softly. As Oliver puts your hand into his. Moving the bit of hair out your face with the other, tucking it behind your ear. “Well, hello you.” You smiled at him, realizing something was off about your voice. How it wasn’t almost even there—how it sounded like you were a zombie.

Oliver squinted his eyes, tilting his head out of curiosity. Putting the back of his hand to your forehead, noticing how you were burning up. “I think you have a fever.” Oliver says, voice concerned and filled with worry.

Your symptoms only continued to add up. You move your inner arm to your mouth, letting out a wheezing cough. When you turned your head to protest to your boyfriend that you were fine, he disappeared like a ghost. Usually something he’d do to a criminal once he was done with them as the Green Arrow.

Oliver then walks back in, with a glass cup filled with water—and medicine in the other hand. Going to your side of the bed, handing you the medicine to take first. Taking it gently from his hand, downing it— scrunching up your nose in disgust at the flavor. Prying the water from his hand, jugging half of it down. Causing Ollie to chuckle softly.

“I have to call in work and tell them I’ll be out.” Oliver tells her.

“No, no, no.” You say, “You don’t have to do that—“

“Shhh I’m on the phone.” Oliver tells you, putting a finger over his mouth— in a way for you to be quiet. If you could, you’d snatch the phone right from him, but you didn’t have the energy to do that. As he then goes out the room to not be interrupted any further.

You’ve been expecting a call from work, how you didn’t get there—considering you went to visit your boyfriend at his office before going on the way there, but you passed out before you could.

Right on cue, your phone begun to ring— the noise echoed in your ears for a moment. Debating whether you wanted to answer the call or not. Oliver then walks into the room, his cellular device no longer pressed to his ear. “Your not gonna answer that?” He questions, raising a brow.

“As much as I hate where I work, and know that I need to answer that phone call, I reality don’t have much energy to go and grab it.” You send him a smile, “And I also…just don’t wanna answer it either.”

Despite mentioning how you did not want to answer the phone, Oliver goes to the nightstand- handing your cellular device to you. As you swipe your finger over to the side where the green circle is in order to answer the phone. Putting it to your ear. “Hello?” You call out from your side of the phone.

“Hi, Y/N, we’ve been expecting you at work. Did anything come up?” Your boss asked you through the phone, sighing.

You let out a rough cough before answering his question. “I’m sick, so I don’t think I’ll be able to come in for work today.” You explain to him, voice croak. “I know about labor laws, before you ask me what my symptoms are. Could cite them to do if you’d like.”

“No, no, my apologies.” The man says through his end of the phone. “Just come in once you feel better.”

Oliver sat on his edge of the bed, moving more close to you as you spoke on the phone to see how the call was going. As he rubbed small circle over the free hand that once sat on your lap with his thumb. “Thanks, see you soon. Bye.” You say, taking away the phone from your ear- hanging up.

“Your boss doesn’t sound half bad.” Oliver says, pouting his lips for a moment.

“Well, he’s still a pain in my ass.” You shrug your shoulders, trying to inhale- realizing your nose was clogged. Making you groan out of frustration. “Do we have tissues by any chance?” You question, using the little energy you have in making an effort to get out of bed.

Oliver followed you around the room, hands never far from your body- getting prepared to spring into action if you were to collapse again. “I’ll go to the store, Y/N” Oliver says, putting his hands onto your shoulders from behind, getting you back to bed. “Just…rest, please.”

You huff, pressing your lips together- allowing them to form a thin line. Oliver then grabs the covers, putting them over you, planting a soft, gentle kiss over your forehead. Then going to your lips intertwining his with yours. Smiling in the kiss, parting from you. “I’ll be back, alright?” He says, getting up from the floor- no longer bending down to you. As you nod your head, watching from where you rested on the bed as he left.

*****

While he had gone to the store to get a few things, you had decided to take a nap- considering you felt like any energy you once had was completely drained from your body- which felt sore all over.

You had awoken to the sound of the door opening, hearing it slam shut and lock- knowing that Oliver, your boyfriend, was back from the store. Coming to your shared room. Taking out the stuff he had bought for you. Going to your side of the bed, taking out everything for you. Moving your lamp onto the ground, putting everything he bought on top of the nightstand.

“So, here we have tylenol, two tissue boxes, nasal spray, day quill and night quill. And a spray for sore throat. It’s cherry flavored.” Oliver says, pointing to each item as he explained what there was so that you wouldn’t have to check what there was yourself.

“Thank you, my love.” You send him a warm, nice smile- appreciating every single thing he had done for you. As he returns you a smile back. Grabbing the spray for sore throat, unwrapping the plastic around the tap. Taking off the tap, pressing down onto your cheek gently as a silent plea in order for you to open your mouth. Sticking out your tongue, pressing down the spray part twice to the back of your throat, in order to numb the pain of it. Wondering how he knew it was sore to begin with, it was like he read your mind perfectly.

You were already sat up in bed, back rested on the pillows that were pressed up to the headboard. “So, how do you exactly plan on doing work? You are the mayor after all.” You began, “You run the city, Ollie.”

He then sits down near you, the bed sinking a bit due to his weight. “Well, Quentin is there- and he’s the runner up whenever I’m out for something or when I’m just no longer the mayor.” He explains to you, letting out a sigh slip from between his parted lips. His hand on your covered lap. Finding your hand once more. “Just get some rest, alright?”

“Okay, love you.”

“I love you more, Y/N.”

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Matt Murdock Masterlist

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The Expression of Anger

3rd person point of view

MATT MURDOCK X FEM OC

A future scene for a future chapter further on in my book Fragments

Pestering

MATT MURDOCK X FEM READER

description: matt decides to tease you during work.

FLUFF

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The Expression of Anger (for a future chapter)

word count: 1,475

MATT MURDOCK X FEM OC

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, Matt Murdock — written by salvatqre (me)

WARNING, there will be smut—if it makes you uncomforable in any way possible, i highly suggest that you do not continue reading.

Nicole sat at her computer, working online since the company she worked for—the one she owned was cities away from Hell’s Kicthen. She felt stressed, sighing profoundly—the thought of Matt probably hearing it from blocks away not once crossing her mind.

Her shoulders felt rather stiff, like they were rocks— knots then formed underneath the skin. She rested her chin in the palm of her hand—not wanting to do anymore of this. All she wished to do was to grab this computer and simply throw it outside the window, in hopes that the distance between the window and the ground is good enough for it to break.

She didn’t even notice that Matt had walked through the door to the apartment once she felt a pair of muscular arms hug her from behind—his face in the crook of her neck. Planting a soft, gentle kiss before moving up to her ear. Whispering into it. “Hi, sweets.” He says—automatically making her smile.

“Hi, Matty.” Nicole sighs profoundly, putting a hand to her head—bringing him more close to her in order to press her lips into the side of his forehead. Inhaling, and exhaling profoundly. Looking back at her laptop.

“What’s wrong? You sound stressed.” Matt asks, “Is it work?”

“Yes.” Nicole tells him. Matt’s hands went to both her shoulders. His thumbs making a circular motion, his skilled fingers dug into each knot with the right amount of pressure.

Nicole loved the way that his hands dug into the knots, the stiffness of her shoulders—helping her to release the tension in them. She loved any form of physical touch from him. “Does that feel good, sweets?” He whispers into her ear, his warm breath tickling it.

She simply humms, a ‘’mhmm”—pressing her head against the table. As he then moves her hair out the way, replacing his fingers with his lips instead.

His lips were over the vein of her neck, her weak spot—letting out a soft moan. Eyes fluttering shut. Nibbling softly with his teeth—the moan groaning a bit louder.

He then turns the chair around so that she’d be facing her, shutting her laptop for her as he placed his hands underneath her thighs—wrapping her legs around his waist, picking her up with ease. Carrying her weight in his arms to the living room.

He puts her onto the armchair, bending down to her. “May I?” He asks, she only nods her head- sensing tne motion. He begun to pull down her sweatpants, getting them off over each leg. Throwing it to the floor.

He gets up, kneeling as she brings herself forward—helping him to allow him to take off her shirt. Leaving her only in bra and underwear.

He gotten himself up, going to her neck once more—inhaling her scent, loving how she smelled like honeydew. One of his favorites.

He left sloppy, wet kisses—nibbling at her once more. Though he did so a bit harder, making her moan—squeezing her eyes shut. Sure to leave a marking, despite him not being able to see it— it would please him to know it was there.

His lips were just before her bra, sticking his nose into it—making her breath hitch. He moved it around, slightly teasing her. As she then takes off her own bra. “Don’t worry, Sweets. I’ll take good care of you.” He whispered to her— his voice hoarse, husky. The way his voice sounded make her feel a small burning sensation in her chest, driving her insane.

He begun to suck the skin between her breast, going down, swirling his tongue around one harden nipple, then the other. Another moan escaping from her— and it was like music to the ears of Matt Murdock.

Her hands gripped the edges of the armchair, his lips went to the scar underneath her left breast. Pressing a kiss over it, continuing his way down her stomach—sucking her skin in such a breathtaking matter.

He got just before the hem of her underwear, moving it to the side. Flicking his tongue at her clit—feeling as if she was being teased again. Her hips thursting up, the reaction making Matthew smirk.

He then sticks his tongue between her folds, making her head fall back in pleasure—glaring at the celling. Feeling the taste of her invade his mouth, and he so

enjoyed it.

He begun licking the inside of her folds—her moans louder then they were before. Nibbling at them, eating out of them like if he had been completely starved. “You taste so good, sweets. Really good.” He said, his words vibrating at her core. Making her bit her lower lip, she could almost hear the sound of her labored breathing.

Her hand want to tug at his hair, pulling at it. As the male brunette wasn’t going to let that distract him from the work he was doing. He coutinued to suck her harshly, getting her in another one of her weak spots.

“You got me Matty—right there.” Nicole says, her voice was croak, raw. Having some sort of effect on Matthew for a moment. But he got back to what he was doing, continuing to eat her up. “Matt, I think I’m gonna— I think I’m going to— I-I, goodness gracious.”

Nicole felt like she forgot how to speak properly, lost for words. Feeling herself coming to her climax. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Matthew realized that she was as well. “Don’t be embarrassed, pumpkin, it’s alright. You can cum.” He tells her, his voice soft— but yet alluring, like she was indulging in the deep sound of his voice.

Matthew put a thumb over her bare clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. Causing her back to arch upwards—almost rutting her hips aganist his face again. Where she then felt the orgasm ripple through her body like a storm—tasting the slick release felt sweet on his tongue, face buried in her cunt. Licking her liquids—the mess he had made of her away.

“How are you feeling?” He asks her, getting out of his work clothes.

“A little stressed, but better.” Nicole sighs, a smile on her face.

He bends down to her. “Take it out on me then.” Matthew suggests, “I’m right here.”

“No offense, Matty, but the last thing I want to do is to hurt you.” Nicole says.

“You won’t.” Matt whispers into her ear, sucking her earlobe. Making her breath shudder. Suddenly— something within her snapped. She used her hand to grab him by the throat, the amount of pressure she had on it was tight, strong. Directing him to the couch, pinning him down onto it. A soft grunt leaving his lips, rather surprised.

Nicole hooked two of her fingers into his boxers, yanking it down. Pulling it off from his legs, throwing them to the ground carelessly. Her mouth went to his neck, taking her turn to leave kisses down them. They were sloppy, messy— all over the place.

A moan got caught in Matt’s throat, as she bit onto his shoulder—sure to leave a marking for him to remember the moment. Despite him not being able to visibly see it, Nicole would be able to everytime man m he would undress himself from now and on.

Her lips moved down from his neck and shoulder, down to his stomach. His abs—sucking the skin harshly. Becoming hard for him to breathe properly. His hips almost bucked into her face. It was difficult for him to contain himself, loving the fact that she was the one in charge.

Once she got to his large erection, she left sloppy kisses around it—she was never the type to give any man a blowjob, not even for Matthew Murdock himself. Once she was done, she placed her entrance over his tip—putting him inside of herself. Groaning slightly, shutting her eyes for a moment—inhaling profoundly, then exhaling.

She gripped him by both his shoulders, guiding his erection inside of her. Moving herself repteadly into an upwards motion, pushing him more further inside of her.

Once he was all the way inside of her, she could sense how he wasn’t far from coming to his high, his climax. She bends over to him, their chests touching—leaving more agressive, sloppy kisses down his neck. Nibbling over his pulse point with her teeth. Driving him over pure bliss. Rutting his hips up into her once more. Making her groan softly.

That’s when his lidquid spills into her, reaching his climax at last. As Nicole followed shortly after him, getting herself off him— collapsing beside him onto the couch. A rather sweet smile on her lips.

Her head rested on his chest, arm wrapped around her as he played with her short hair. Pressing a kiss to her forehead. “How do you feel, still stressed?”

“Nope, anti-stressed.” Nicole snickered, “For now.”