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The gorgeous @monique_lebreuilly in her @timothyfoxx Aimee Tweed Skirt ☺️🥰👌 Posted @withregram • @monique_lebreuilly Yesterday Ernie the wonder pony went to his new home. I’ll miss you so much, but I know you will make your new little jockey just as happy as you made me 💙 #erniethewonderpony #goodbyefornow #yourthebest #myabsolutefav #fromferaltoperfect #alwaysinmyheart #legend #fairfaxandfavor #tweed #timothyfoxx https://www.instagram.com/p/CTnZuASMRLa/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Shiro | Survivor 💕 #naturalbornleader #Voltron #anime #netflix #graphics #graphic #photoshop #shiro #voltronlegendarydefender #aesthetic #myabsolutefav #spacedad

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When I'm feeling bad, I remember Jason Momoa wished me happy birthday once and I made a collage about it. #jasonmomoa #myabsolutefave

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it’s this one your honor! my favourite matt murdock fic

False God Masterlist

Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader

“I’m with you because everything you do, you do because you know it’s right. I’m with you,” he whispered now, leaning in to rest his forehead against hers. “I’m with you because you remind me that there is good in this world. And I would die before I let that good be lost…I would die for you, if it meant the world got to see what you had to offer.”

False God Playlist

A Terrible Timeline

A Permanent Paycheck (drabble)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Three Good Things (drabble)

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Religion’s in Your Lips (drabble)

Part 13

A Love Like Religion (drabble)

Blind Faith (drabble)

A Really Good Lawyer (drabble)

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ughhh he’s so lovely and caring and my heart hurts </3

can i pls request james and drunk reader who falls over and cuts up her knees? him being doting and worried? thank u 🌷🌷

hi tysm for ur request i made this as a continuation of my first james x drunk!reader but i dont think you need to read it to understand, hope its okay! xoxo

At first, James is just pleased to see you. You're smiling and glass eyed, obviously intoxicated but giggling something sweet anyways. The last time he'd seen you this drunk you'd been sobbing in somebody's kitchen - this is a nice contrast. 

"Sweetheart!" he says quickly, trying to gather your attention from across the room. 

Your head picks up like a puppy called to attention. He melts. 

"James!" you cheer, weaving past people much less drunk than you with much more expertise. 

When you reach him you trip, and he has to grab your arms more cruelly than he ever wants to in order to keep you upright. You look dizzy and then don't, staring up into his face with determination. 

"We're friends," you say. 

His heart drops. "Of course." 

"Yes! Because you said you'd be my friend. So we are friends now." 

He takes a second to realise you're talking about the last time you'd met. He'd thought you were sleeping, laid out on the floor covered in dog spit and mascara streaks, when he'd offered to be your friend.

"I did say that," he's talking carefully, enunciating, "I did." 

He seems to have friendzoned himself. 

"Right! We're friends. This is so fun. Wanna come outside in the garden with me? S'where all the cool kids hang."

"Sure, bub, whatever you want." 

You drag him out by the hand and he flexes his fingers in yours, hypnotised. The garden is decidedly abandoned. "The cool kids, huh?" he mutters to himself. 

You lead him to the steps and sit down quickly, so quickly he worries at first that you've fallen. 

"Headrush," you say, laughing breathily. You're bent over yourself, almost sandwiched in half.

He sets down beside you, crossing his legs as he goes. You breath deeply. 

"Nauseous?" he asks. 

"Smells nice. Like lavender." 

He takes a deep breath in imitation, finds his eyes closing too as lavender and cress and something fresh washes over him. He hears you shifting, hears a small intake of breath that doesn't sound right. 

"If you feel sick, that's okay, we can- Oh my god." James opens his eyes. Your knees are scraped to bits, weeping furious crimson and already bruising. "When did you do that?" 

"What?" you ask. 

"Your legs, your knees. Sweetheart," he starts chidingly. 

"Oh!" you interrupt him, flapping your hands. "Fell over." 

He worries for you, then, not just your current state but how you seem to view yourself and your body in general, how flippant you are about it. 

He holds his hand out. You push your ankles out and lift your skirt up to your thighs. He hates himself for that awful spike of excitement and keeps his eyes resolutely on your knees, quickly reminded of your grievous injuries. 

He presses the edge of his thumb to the biggest bruise, brushes dry blood from your scratches. You don't even flinch. His eyes flit to your face in case he's hurting you but you're completely unaffected. In fact, you're quite peaceful. 

"They don't hurt?" he murmurs, eyebrows furrowed. 

"I- James, I think I'm much too drunk to feel it," you confess sheepishly. 

He chuckles and nods to himself. Of course you are. He raises one eyebrow. "Well, they're awful." 

"Amputation?" 

He laughs again, startled at your humour. "Infection at worst, I'd say." He squeezes just above your broken skin, watches in delight as your face turns to a pleased shyness. 

"Let me clean them up?" he asks.

You nod wordlessly and he stands, offering you his hand. You push your fingers over his palm slowly. He pulls you up, leads your wobbly legs to the bathroom to dab your cuts with a warm flannel and wrap them with gauze. You babble the whole while, sitting atop the toilet seat. It might as well be a podium, a throne - you look like a princess. Flushed by drink, eyes wide, smile soft and earnest. 

"Thanks, James," you say when he's done, relatively quietly. 

"You're welcome." He holds his hands over your bandages. "How did you fall over?" 

"Slipped." 

"Yeah? By yourself?" 

"Mm. I went out for air 'cos it got really fast, and- oh, look," you dart forward. He flinches but you're only going for an eyelash on his face, pressing the tip of your finger to his cheek and procuring it proudly. 

"Make a wish," you say, and wait patiently for him to do so. 

He wonders if this is a good idea or not, even as he says it. "Can I give you my phone number?" 

You blow the eyelash and grin. "Didn't need to waste a wish for that one," you say lightly, tilting your head to one side. "Woulda said yes." 

And he tries to explain, tell you it's a matter of safety, because you're friends now, and you keep getting fucked up with your shitty friends who can't be bothered to look out for you, and maybe you're a little irresponsible yourself. He doesn't mind - thinks back to every bit of kindness and love you've shown him. 

You have a nice smile, you'd said to him once, tears running down your cheeks. 

In the end he doesn't bother explaining. You get your phone from your pocket with surprisingly deft fingers and shove it into his hand. "Put your number in that bad boy. Please," you say excitedly. 

He types his first and then last name, his number underneath. You take it from him like your phone is made of diamond and fiddle with the buttons. He watches fondly, surprised by a blinding white flash from nowhere. 

"There," you show him your screen, "look at that! You're so pretty." 

He presses his forehead to your knees in a moment of weakness and almost passes out when your fingers find his hair. 

"Your wish came true so quickly, I wonder when I get mine," you muse. 

"What's your wish?" he asks weakly. 

"I'm so hungry. I want pizza bad." 

"You're hungry?" he asks, pushing up, chin hovering over your skin. You push dark tresses from his face absentmindedly. "I'll make you something." 

"Would you?" 

"'Course." 

Your fingers still. He thinks maybe you're more tipsy than drunk in that moment, as a thoughtful look crosses your features. 

"Looks like we both get our wish," you say quietly. 

He grins. "Looks like we do. Let's get some carbs in you, sweet thing." 

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Early #bdaygift from the hubs. <3 #dolceandgabbana #myabsolutefav

[letterstotheflre]

I’M SO VERY FERAL RIGHT NOW

PLEASE now i'm thinking of stepdad!james fucking you on the floor (with your pretty dress still on ofc) and then tending to the light burns on your back from the carpet </33 you're so whiny about it so he gives you his thumb to calm down and keep quiet

ansjdjdjd omg tina i’m literally !!!!!!!!

he’ll be holding you after everything just to have you in his arms and soothe you, but all you’re doing is being whiny and a brat about your injuries, grumbling to him about him, “y’were so mean, daddy.”

he laughs, the vibrations from his chest heavy against your head, “you came three times, baby. i hardly think i was being unreasonable.”

you lift your head, giving him a pout and wide offended eyes as you whined, “but my back hurts! and you didn’t even gimme y’fingers.”

he hums, bringing his hands up from your waist to cup your face, amusement filling his expression, “and i’m so very sorry, pretty girl - but what else do you expect me to do when you go around with yourself on display like that? i have to set an example.”

“i don’t need an example, daddy!” you whine again, reaching up to grasp at his forearms and look pleadingly into his eyes, pout ever relentless before james’ thumb creeps up between your lips, your next words muffled, “only do it f’you.”

“alright, baby,” he coos, shushing you when you let out a noise, wanting to continue expressing yourself, once his thumb’s finally rested inside your mouth, “you stop your whining and calm down now, okay? that’s right, you just use that, darling. that’s my good girl.”

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[letterstotheflre]

“’S a good thing I’m here to think for you, isn’t it? ‘Cause I know what you need.”

JESUS

Haiiii! Could you do a Matt Murdock smut where you decided to annoy during his entire patrol so he comes to flat and fucks you until your crying🧍‍♀️🙏🏾

Pls pls and could you include dumbification and thigh riding?

join my 2K sleepover!

this post is 18+ (and dark? is dumbification dark?), minors dni.

“You just couldn’t wait,” Matt’s voice is gruff in your ear, his mask still pulled over his face, leaving only his tantalizing sneer visible, “Could you? I was busy, I was working,” His hands leave a rough stinging sensation on your hips as he grinds you down onto his thigh, “But you didn’t think about that, did you?”

You shake your head feebly against his shoulder as you bite it, teeth digging into the fabric draped over it to try and stabilize yourself. You feel drool seeping from between your lips but you ignore it, letting out a verbal ‘no’ when you’re asked to use you words.

“Y’never think, do you?” The question hangs heavy in the air, the clouds of lust in your brain not parting nearly enough to process his words, only further proving his point.

“You’re just feeling, huh? Don’t ever bother to use that brain of yours,” His hands slip up your sides, brushing teasingly against your head as he admonishes you for not using it, “’S a good thing I’m here to think for you, isn’t it? ‘Cause I know what you need.”

You nod helplessly against his shoulder, a desperate cry dripping from your lips and staining his suit with drool.

“I think you need to get up,” Matt’s hands are back at your hips, pushing you off of his thighs. You’re left staggering backwards, watching him blearily as he beats his well worn path to your kitchen island, “And come over here for me.”

“That’s right,” Matt breathes, hearing you shuffle around atop the island, “Now, lay down just like that, yes.” He feels your thighs, your skin plastered against the smooth, cool countertop, “And spread these a little further for me, alright?”

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“I know, I know. You just love my cock so much.” He coos out your excuse before you have the chance to say it.

I DOOO I FUCKING DOO

can un do cinamoroll for overstimming matt? he has to pull you off his dick or smth?

“That’s it, sweetheart.” Matt says, his voice gruff with strain, hips pumping shallowly into your mouth as he spills down your throat. “Swallow it all.”

Once you swallow the last rope of cum the steady hand on the back of your head pulls away; but you don’t.

“That’s enough, baby,” Matt sounds breathless. “You did a good job.”

You continue to suck needily at his tip, drunk on his cum and desperate to keep his cock in your mouth. Matt groans.

“Honey,” he grits out lowly, “I said that’s enough.” When you don’t let up still he hisses, and his hand is back at the base of your head, though now it’s gripping securely in your hair and pulling you back. You whine in frustration when his cock pops free from your suctioning lips.

“Don’t gimme that,” Matt reprimands, gripping your soft cheeks so your wet, swollen lips jut out. His voice is starting to return to normal, but his chest is still heaving slightly. “Y’gotta listen to me, sweetheart.”

“I just-“

“I know, I know. You just love my cock so much.” He coos out your excuse before you have the chance to say it. He uses his grip on your face to guide you up and into his lap where he presses a condescending kiss to your lips. “You just have to give me a second, honey. I’ll let you get your mouth back on me.”

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oh my god this was so perfect!!! i love mythology au’s and this one was written beautifully <333

Love & War (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON/DUB-CON (applicable to both couples), MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, Aphrodite!Reader, Ares!Steve, side of Peter x reader, loss of virginity (m.)  grey!reader, jealous!Steve, jealous!reader, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of past murder

➥ My entry for @thanatosfic​ 1K Greek Mythology Challenge!

➥  banner by @maysdigitalarts | divider by @firefly-graphics​

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summary: Even the love of a goddess is no match for a god’s envy.

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