theturtleprincess81

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INSATIABLE SERIES⋆˙⟡

your life takes a sharp turn when you're invited to study overseas at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, thanks to your rare and unusually strong magical abilities. entering as a third-year transfer from america, you quickly discover there’s more to your bloodline than anyone told you — veela ancestry that draws attention whether you want it or not. suddenly, you're the subject of whispers, glances, and fascination. the golden trio becomes four, and wherever you go, drama seems to follow.

* slow-burn. written in first person pov. a story that begins with the familiar— but evolves into something far more personal. this series is perfect if you're looking to experience the original timeline from a distinct point of view. early events align with canon, but your presence changes everything

*mature themes. 18+ only.

*we 100% do not support j.k. rowling here. this is an inclusive space— if you’re racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc… pls fuck off. otherwise, my messages are always open. thank you for reading, this series means everything to me <3

BOOK 1: INCEPTION (COMPLETED)

BOOK 2: INSATIABLE (UPDATED)

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House Of Memories MASTERLIST

Series Rating: T

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader

Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi reflects on his years, his losses and his gains, his strengths and weaknesses, and in the middle of it all.... you.

If you're a fan, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

If you'd like to see what the Padawan looks like, come here and here

PLAYLIST

PRINTED BOOK AVAILABLE

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Episode 1 Episode 20 Episode 39

Episode 2 Episode 21 Episode 40

Episode 3 Episode 22 Episode 41

Episode 4 Episode 23 Episode 42

Episode 5 Episode 24 Episode 43

Episode 6 Episode 25 Episode 44

Episode 7 Episode 26 Episode 45

Episode 8 Episode 27 Episode 46

Episode 9 Episode 28 Episode 47

Episode 10 Episode 29 Episode 48

Episode 11 Episode 30 Episode 49

Episode 12 Episode 31 Episode 50

Episode 13 Episode 32. Episode 51

Episode 14 Episode 33. Episode 52

Episode 15 Episode 34. Episode 53

Episode 16 Episode 35 Episode 54

Episode 17 Episode 36. Episode 55

Episode 18 Episode 37 Episode 56

Episode 19 Episode 38 Episode 57

EXECUTE ORDER 66:

PART I PART II PART III FINALE

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Masterlist ❤

~The Sandman~

Morpheus 🌌

Of Dreams and Deliverance

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29

Plucked from her mundane life and thrust into a glass prison alongside the captured King of Dreams, Nora becomes an unlikely confidante and defiant voice in his silent torment. As a century blurs into freedom, she discovers her own impossible existence is inextricably linked to Morpheus himself, compelling them to face future challenges and rebuild his shattered realm, together.

Oneshots

Morpheus Gets His Hair Done

Morpheus is Pouting Again

Crochet in The Dreaming Part Two

You Make Morpheus Eat a Croissant 🥐

You Take Morpheus to a Coffee Shop ☕

You Give Morpheus New Dream Ideas

You Teach The Nightmares Crafts

You Explain Geese to Morpheus

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Current Chapter Index:

The Tigers Stripes

Jack & Ozzy's

Trigger

Leather Jacket

Fuck The Cape

Mouthfeel

Topsy-Turvy

Flambe

The Peach Soiree

The Idiots

Amuse-Bouche

Hors d'Oeuvres

Pas de Deux

Umami

Wet On Wet

Little Fish

Candy Apple

Double Double Toil and Trouble

Shutter Speed

Interlude: The Saint

Interlude: The Sinner

Lemon Meringue

Oysters & Champagne

Burn the Ice

(Coming soon)

Cut POV's:

Jake's POV: Halloween

Character Spotlight:

Lena Harrow (OC intro)

Lena Spotlight #2

The Group OCs!

Outfit Inspo Chapter 7

Outfit Inspo Chapter 9

Anthony (Tony) Spotlight

Eddie Character Intro/Spotlight

Sam Character Intro/Spotlight

Mav Character Intro/Spotlight

Restaurant Layout Post

Nightshade Playlist

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Charlie Cox as Mr. Teacher in FX's 'Adults' 🤤 (be warned the video may cause spotaneous combustion)

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Dark!Rockstar!Geralt AU

* This isn’t a legitsies fic, just similar to my Highest Bidder series where it’s random one shots, drabbles, headcannons, etc. *

The first one shot, Tour Life, should be read before the rest

Requests are  encouraged as this series is primarily request driven

Taglist is open

One shots:

Part One - Tour Life

Part Two - Tour Life

Non-Request - Intoxication

Request - Making you Jealous 

Request - The night you met

Drabbles:

Request - Jealous Geralt

Request - Pregnant Fluff

Request - The Firsts (pt1)

Non-request - The Break Up

Head Cannon: 

Request - Going into labor 

Thoughts and Blurbs:

Fluffy thought: Reader forcing him to take care of his beautiful hair

Dumbass thought: His eye color

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This is a DARK series with dark themes and smut. There’s a list of trigger warning at the beginning of each individual update. You are responsible for your own media consumption. By continuing reading you confirm you are 18+, I do not give permission to have any of my work reposted or translated on any other platform even if you give credit.

Enjoy🖤

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corinthianism's fic recs

here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut

last updated: march 26, 2024

MARVEL

loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)

thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor

peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) — by webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)

steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)

marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)

wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)

SHERLOCK (BBC)

sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut

dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics

castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)

THE SANDMAN

the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics

dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)

THE BOYS

soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies

homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch

GAME OF THRONES

jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)

STAR WARS

obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right?* (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)

din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika

DRACULA (BBC)

count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)

DOCTOR SLEEP

dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg

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Scars of Age Masterlist

OBI-WAN KENOBI X FEM!READER

Summary: "They say time heals all wounds. But with the forces of the universe tearing them apart, can two childhood best friends rediscover their connection and find solace in each other once more?"

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

PART SEVEN

PART EIGHT

PART NINE

PART TEN

PART ELEVEN

PART TWELVE

PART THIRTEEN

PART FOURTEEN

PART FIFTEEN

PART SIXTEEN

PART SEVENTEEN

PART EIGHTEEN

(Ongoing...)

|| 4th May 2025: Just uploaded Chapter 18! Thankyou to all of you wonderful, patient readers. Much love <3

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 4.5 | Part 5

Summary: You and Tommy had been trying for a baby for years. When a trip to the gyno answers questions you didn’t even know to ask, your husband enlists the help of his one and only brother.

|| smut MDNI 18+, pinv, no outbreak, talk of infertility, not cheating but def not exactly kosher, baby makin', breeding kink, dirty talk, size kink, boundaries being crossed || notes: forgive me father for I have sinned. this is filthy. but also thinking about a part 2. kinda sorta maybe inspired by some crazy reddit stories. you'd be surprised how many there are like this LOL

You knew this was a crazy idea. Batshit crazy, actually. You were aware. But maybe, just maybe, if you spun it the right way, if you framed it with enough love and logic, it wouldn’t seem so absurd.

See, the thing is, you and Tommy had been trying for a baby for years. Trying and, well, failing. It wasn’t until your last visit to the OB-GYN that a simple question—"Has Tommy ever been tested?"—sent everything spiraling. A few weeks of waiting. A single piece of paper. An answer you never expected. It wasn’t you. It was him.

Not that you’d ever blame him. You loved him too much. But no matter how many old wives’ tricks you tried—holding your legs up after he emptied himself into you, orgasms before and after, cinnamon and honey in your morning tea—nothing could change the fact that no amount of effort would make it stick.

Which brings you to now. Sat at the kitchen table in your quaint, cozy home with Joel across from you, a few glasses of wine deep. His expression was somewhere between exhausted and mildly entertained from whatever dumb story Tommy had been telling. You’d needed a glass yourself, just to steady your nerves.

And then Tommy popped the question.

Joel blinked once. Twice. His mouth opened, then shut again, then opened just enough for a noise—somewhere between a scoff and an incredulous laugh—to escape. He shifted in his chair, pushing back just slightly, like he needed to physically distance himself from what he was hearing.

“You…” he started, then stopped. Shook his head. “You want me to—?”

He didn’t even finish the sentence. Just motioned vaguely, like the words were so ridiculous they refused to come out of his mouth.

Tommy sighed, his grip firm around your hand while the other wrapped around your shoulders. “Yeah.”

Joel exhaled sharply, eyes darting between the two of you, like maybe, just maybe, this was a joke. That you'd all start laughing and point at him with a big 'got ya!'. His lips parted slightly, his forehead creased.

“You’re serious.”

“We wouldn’t ask anyone else,” Tommy said, voice steady.

Joel let out a breathy laugh, hollow and disbelieving. He dragged a hand down his face before pressing his palms against the table, fingers splaying out like he needed to brace himself.

“This ain’t a normal conversation to be havin’ over dinner, Tommy.”

“We know.”

“Do you?” Joel snapped, finally looking at his brother again, his voice sharper now. “Because I gotta tell ya, it really don’t seem like you do.”

“This ain’t easy for either of us,” Tommy said, his voice steady despite the tension winding between the three of you. “But we wouldn’t ask anyone else. We want to keep it in the family, so…the baby would still be related to me.”

Joel’s jaw tensed. His fingers gripped the stem of his wine glass like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. 

He looked over in your direction, but not directly at you, just at the table. At your hand in Tommy’s.

“And you’re…okay with this?” His voice was different now. Lower. Measured, like he was afraid of the answer.

You nodded. “We’ve talked about it. A lot. Ever since the results came back, we’ve been weighing options, and this—” You hesitated, swallowing, trying to gauge if he was even absorbing a single word. “It makes the most sense. More than adopting. More than a stranger. It keeps things in the family.”

Joel’s jaw clenched, his ears tinged pink. He still wasn’t looking at you.

Not until you said his name. Soft. Careful.

His eyes flicked to yours, just for a second. Just long enough for you to see everything—the disbelief, the sheer what the fuck of it all—before he dropped his gaze again, shaking his head.

“You don’t have to decide now,” you said gently, exhaling softly. “Just… take some time to think about it.”

Joel didn’t respond.

A few minutes later, he left—no joke, no small talk of the next Sunday night football game could cut through the weight pressing down on the room. Just a stiff nod, a muttered see ya, and the quiet sound of the door closing behind him.

The following Sunday, it almost felt like the conversation had never happened.

The three of you sat at the sports bar, watching the Cowboys play on the massive screens, the air thick with the scent of beer and fried food. Tommy was his usual self, shouting at the refs, leaning into Joel’s shoulder every time the score tipped in their favor. Joel, on the other hand, was harder to read. He was relaxed enough, beer in hand, his usual dry remarks slipping out here and there, but there was something quieter beneath it all—something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Not one mention of a baby. Not a single word about what you’d asked of him.

And maybe that was his answer.

When your husband got up, throwing out the excuse of takin’ a leak, the energy between you and Joel shifted. Not in a way you could name—just… thicker. More noticeable.

He sat a seat away, the empty barstool between you like a buffer neither of you had the nerve to close.

You tried to let it roll off your shoulders, but as you sat there, your mind wandered. What if Joel had said yes? What if it worked? Would the baby have his dark eyes, that heavy, thoughtful brow? Would they get that serious little crease between their eyes when they were thinking? His thick hair, his strong hands?

Tommy would still be their father. That was what mattered. That was the whole point. But the idea of seeing traces of Joel—subtle things, the shape of a nose, the curve of a smile…

The thought sent a strange, unfamiliar feeling curling in your chest.

It hurt, his lack of an answer, of course it did. But how could you blame him? You were asking for too much. Asking him to do something unnatural, something messy, something that could never be as clean and logical as you and Tommy had tried to convince yourselves it was.

You swallowed, setting your drink down as the silence stretched. “Listen, Joel—”

“I’ll do it.”

It was quiet. Like he wasn’t sure if he meant to say it out loud.

Your breath caught, as you stared at him, mouth agape. The side of his face gave nothing away as he kept his eyes on the TV as you waited for some kind of smirk, some sign that he was messing with you.

But he wasn’t.

Joel kept his eyes averted, like this was the kind of thing a person could say without looking someone in the eye. He took a long drink from his bottle, then set it down with a dull thud.

“You and Tommy deserve this,” he murmured, rolling the glass between his palms as he stared down at it. “To have a kid.”

Your heart constricted at the sincerity in his voice.

He exhaled, shaking his head slightly. “My life is better ‘cause of Sarah. Don’t think I ever told Tommy that outright, but… it is. I’d love to see him get to have that too.”

You blinked. “Are you…” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “You serious?”

Joel turned to you finally, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since last week before you dropped the bomb on him, “Yeah.” he said finally, “Yeah, I’m serious.”

He was clearly uncomfortable, clearly still working through it—but the fact that he said it at all, that he meant it... that was more than you expected.

To be honest, you knew the baster idea wouldn’t work.

Not that you’d ever say it out loud. Not to your very loving, very kind, very hopeful husband. But deep down, you were pretty sure that by the time Joel had taken care of himself, transferred it into a container, driven it over, and you’d sat back on the bed with your legs up, whatever needed to be alive in there was long dead.

You didn’t bring it up. Couldn’t. Not when Tommy was trying so hard to make this work.

Across from you in the kitchen one morning, another negative pregnancy test sitting between you, your husband sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw before reaching for his mug, “If I ask you somethin’,” he murmured, voice low, hesitant, “will you tell me the truth?”

Your eyes flicked up to his. “Of course, baby.”

His hand rested on the granite, fingers close enough that you reached out, tracing them lightly with your own. His eyes drifted down to your delicate touch against him.

Then, he exhaled slowly and cleared his throat.

“Do you think we should try…” His fingers twitched under yours. “Ya know. The old-fashioned way?”

For a second, the words didn’t land.

Not until you saw the way his eyes found yours and he was looking at you—serious, thoughtful, like he’d been turning it over in his head for longer than he wanted to admit.

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

Tommy sighed, pressing his lips together before setting his coffee down. “I just think… for it to stick properly, we might need to try somethin’ more… natural.”

Your mind reeled. Heat crept up your neck, flushing your skin before you could stop it.

The idea of being with another man…

Tommy saw it. The way your lips parted, the way your breath caught just slightly.

He stepped closer, smoothing his hands over your cheeks, tilting your face up toward his.

“Only if you were comfortable with it,” he assured, voice gentle, steady. “I’d never ask you to do somethin’ you didn’t wanna do.”

You swallowed hard, still trying to process. “I—I don’t know, Tommy.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “And Joel would flip out if we asked that of him.”

Tommy hummed, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. “Yeah, he might.”

Might was an understatement.

Joel was over the following day to help with your bathroom remodel, a project the brothers had taken on during the slow season. You were busy finishing whatever odds and ends you needed to get done upstairs when you heard his voice traveling through the house.

Not just his voice—but the volume of it.

“Are you outta your goddamn mind?!”

The sound rattled through the house, shaking the walls as you hovered at the top of the stairs, heart pounding.

“Joel—” Tommy’s voice, calm but firm.

“No. No, you don’t get to ‘Joel’ me right now, Tommy, because what you just said—what you just— Christ.” There was the distinct sound of something slamming—a fist on the table? A chair shoved back? You weren’t sure, but it made you wince.

“Look, man, I knew you’d be pissed,” Tommy started, only to be cut off immediately.

“Oh, did you?” Joel’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “You knew I’d be pissed, but you went ahead and asked anyway? Jesus fuckin’ Christ. I’m already crossin’ so many lines with what we’re doin’, and now you’re askin’ me to…to—!?”

You could picture it perfectly—Joel pacing the length of the room, one hand on his hip, the other raking through his hair, winding up, because when Joel was really mad, he didn’t just stand there.

“You’re makin’ it a bigger deal than it is,” Tommy tried, tone even.

Joel let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I misunderstand the part where you just asked me to fuck your wife?”

Heat crawled up your neck.

“We ain’t askin’ that, Jesus, Joel, don’t talk about her like—”

“You are absolutely askin’ that.”

“It’s not like that.”

“The hell it ain’t!”

Silence. Heavy, tense.

You swallowed hard, gripping the banister, unsure whether to go down there or stay put.

Then—Joel’s voice, lower now, but still laced with disbelief.

“Tell me you didn’t really think I’d say yes to this.”

And Tommy, just as steady as ever:

“I think you wanna say no.” A pause, and you could almost feel the shift in the air between them. “But deep down? I think you’re already considerin’ it.”

Joel let out a slow, sharp exhale, but he didn’t argue.

And a week later, he was back at your doorstep.

There were three rules.

1. No kissing.

That was the hard line, the non-negotiable. Kissing was too intimate— too personal, too close to something else entirely. You could rationalize everything else, strip it down to the mechanics of what needed to happen, but kissing blurred the lines. That made it mean something. And this couldn’t mean anything.

2. No talking about it outside the bedroom. 

No slipping up over dinner, no awkward mentions in passing, no weird jokes over a few beers. It had to stay contained. A thing that only existed in a room with the door closed and the world shut out. Because once it bled into the rest of your life—once it became something you acknowledged beyond those four walls—it would become real.

3. No names

No whispered Joel in the dark, he couldn’t say yours while he was inside you. Names had weight. Names had meaning. And the second you said them, it stopped being about a baby.

So when your ovulation window came within the next few days, you found yourself in your bedroom with the two brothers. When Tommy excused himself from the room—pressing a kiss to your forehead before heading out to meet his buddies at the bar like this wasn’t the weirdest fucking thing in the world— you turned to Joel

Over the years, you’d come to know him, grown comfortable with him. That familiarity should’ve helped, should’ve made this easier. But sitting here now, alone in the bedroom with him, awkward was an understatement.

Joel sighed, rubbing his forefinger and thumb along his brows as he stood at the edge of the bed. “Guess we better get to it, then.”

You nodded numbly, tucking your legs beneath you on the bedspread, looking up at him.

He was already tense, broad shoulders squared, avoiding your gaze like you weren’t even in the damn room. He exhaled sharply, then—without ceremony—unbuckled his belt. The clink of metal sent a strange ripple through your stomach, but you forced yourself to focus, watching as he shucked his jeans down to his thighs, taking his boxers with them.

Your breath caught.

Even soft as he was at the moment, he was bigger than Tommy. Thicker.

Joel cleared his throat, shifting his stance, one hand bracing against the bedpost while the other wrapped around himself. He wasn’t looking at you. Not even close. His gaze stayed fixed somewhere off to the side, jaw locked, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he started moving his hand.

It wasn’t working.

Minutes passed, the air between you thick and suffocating, but he remained… soft. The tension in his face deepened, brows knitting, his motions growing stilted.

You chewed your lip, watching as his frustration mounted.

“You don’t gotta sit there starin’ at me,” he muttered, voice gruff, like this was somehow your fault.

You exhaled through your nose. “I’m just… tryin’ to think how I can help.”

His hand stilled. “You’re fine. Just–just give me a minute,”

Then suddenly as the idea struck, you reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it up.

Joel’s head snapped toward you, eyes going wide. “What’re you doin’?” His voice was sharp, edged in something that sounded suspiciously close to panic.

You hesitated. “Just… thought maybe it’d help.”

“Well, don’t.” His ears were red. “Keep your damn clothes on.”

You huffed. “Jesus, it’s just a shirt.”

He grumbled something under his breath, but let it go, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe any of this was happening.

Another beat of silence, only the sound of skin on skin filling the air as he fisted himself.

“Can I help?”

His gaze flicked to yours, skeptical. “Help how?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. What do you like?”

Joel tensed. “…The hell kinda question is that?”

“A valid one,” you shot back, tilting your head. “C’mon, there’s gotta be somethin’. What do you like?”

He hesitated, shifting where he stood, uncomfortable. You rattled off a few suggestions, some kinks you’d heard of. He barely reacted.

Then finally, one seemed to slap him upside the head, “Do you like dirty talk?”

His entire body stilled.

His eyes finally, finally found yours.

Bingo.

A slow pulse of heat curled low in your stomach.

You leaned forward slightly, voice softer now. “What kind of things do you say?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just stared at you, the tension in his jaw loosening, his pupils starting to widen.

“Come on, Joel,” you said, then immediately pressed your lips together, realizing you’d already broken one of your own rules—not even five minutes in.

“Sorry—” You exhaled, shaking your head. “But c’mon, do you want me to talk to you? Or what do you usually say to women?”

Joel’s eyes were suddenly burning into you, his chest rising and falling just a little heavier now. He exhaled sharply, remembering himself as his gaze flickered around the room like he wasn’t sure where to land it, like maybe if he didn’t look at you, this would stay clinical—mechanical.

“I uh…” He wet his lips, voice rough. “Usually will tell ‘em they’re bein’ real good for me,” he said, exhaling through his teeth. “Bein’ a good girl.”

The temperature of the room shifted, the air growing heavy, pressing down on you. A slow, pooling ache pulsed low in your belly. His nostrils flared as his eyes found yours again, like maybe he could see exactly what that did to you.

You swallowed, “What else?”

Joel’s hips twitched. He hesitated, his grip flexing around himself, fingers curling just slightly. You caught the bob of his throat, the faint shift of his stance. He was getting there.

His gaze dropped to your mouth. “Tell ‘em how pretty they look on their knees.” His voice had taken on a new weight—thicker, heavier, his drawl rolling low in his throat. “How sweet they sound when they moan for me. How bad I wanna feel ‘em wrapped around me, drippin’ and ready, beggin’ for more.”

The room contracted, the air impossibly tight, each breath harder to pull in. Your skin felt hot, your lips parting as you fought to keep your breathing steady. And you knew—knew—your pupils were wide, knew your face was flushed.

Because his was too.

His eyes had darkened, locked on yours, heat simmering beneath the surface. You inhaled deeply, the air between you charged, electric. You reached out, fingers grazing along his forearm. He tensed, muscles flexing beneath your touch, but he didn’t pull away.

“You wanna take this off?” you murmured, voice quiet but sure, fingers tracing up toward the sleeve of his shirt.

Joel let out a slow breath, something flickering behind his eyes—hesitation, uncertainty—but then, after a beat, he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor.

Your gaze raked over him.

Christ. He was the epitome of masculinity—broad and solid, built like something carved from rough earth, from long years of labor and hardship. His chest was strong, lined with thick, dark hair that tapered down his stomach in a steady trail, leading lower—disappearing into the patch just above where he was hardening in his hand. 

Your mouth was dry, your pulse a slow, deliberate thrum in your veins.

You lifted your hands to the hem of your own shirt, pausing just slightly. He hadn’t looked away.

“Okay?” you asked softly.

His jaw flexed, gaze dark, unreadable—but after a second, he nodded.

You pulled it over your head, the fabric slipping away, baring more skin than you’d ever thought he’d see.

Joel exhaled sharply, his eyes dragging down your body, heavy and slow, his pupils swallowing the color of his eyes. Your nipples pebbled in the open air, a shiver running through you as his gaze settled there, his breath hitching just slightly.

You reached for him again, fingers trailing along the hard lines of his chest, dipping over the planes of his stomach. He was warm beneath your touch and he smelled like pine and musk and something richer, something leathered and sun-baked—something distinctly Joel.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “O—okay,” he exhaled, voice rough. “I think I’m… good,” he added shakily, and you could see his body finally catching up to the filth rolling off his tongue, the thick weight of him fully hard now. You swallowed dryly at the sheer size of him in his palm.

Standing slowly, your hands dropped from his body, but your eyes never left his as you slid your pants down your hips and let them pool at your feet.

Bare. You were both bare.

Your gaze dragged over him, from the broad stretch of his shoulders down to his stomach, the solid cut of his thighs, his cock standing thick and heavy between you. It was the most you’d ever seen of him. The most he’d ever seen of you.

And he was beautiful.

Joel swallowed hard, his jaw tight as his gaze traveled over every inch of you. Then, wordlessly, you laid back down on the bedspread, opening your legs for him.

He cursed under his breath.

You caught the way his throat bobbed, the way his fingers twitched at his sides before he climbed onto the bed after you, settling between your legs. His eyes darted down, locked onto the wetness pooling between your thighs, and his nostrils flared.

“All this from just a few sweet words, huh?” His voice was lower now, edged with something amused but dark, something he hadn’t meant to let slip through.

He shifted forward, but you stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“I, uh…” You cleared your throat, suddenly shy. “It’s said that women are more likely to get pregnant if, um… if they orgasm during or… or before, I think.”

Joel stilled for half a second before a slow smirk pulled at his lips. “You doubt me so much?”

The teasing edge in his voice—the cockiness—made some of the tension in your chest loosen. You let out a breathless laugh, your body unwinding slightly from the tension earlier. “I just… I’ve never…”

Something shifted in his face. The smirk faltered just a little. “You’re sayin’ my baby brother doesn’t take care of his own wife?”

“No!” you said quickly, your hand flexing against his chest defensively. “He does, it’s just… I can’t finish just from penetration. Most women can’t, actually.”

“I know, darlin’.”

You gasped as the thick head of his cock suddenly swiped through your slick arousal, and he hissed, pressing his other hand into the pillow beside your head as he leaned over you.

“Fuck—”

His voice was rough, gravelly, wrecked, and something about it made your thighs squeeze around his waist, made the heat coil even tighter in your belly.

Joel lingered there, his cock sliding through your slick, slow and deliberate, teasing against your swollen clit with every pass. The thick head caught at your entrance, nudging just slightly, and a gasp broke from your lips before you could swallow it down.

His jaw ticked, fingers flexing in the pillow beside your head, his body wound tight like a spring.

“This okay?” he asked, voice rough, strained.

You nodded quickly. “Yeah. Yes.”

He pressed forward, just an inch, just enough for you to feel the blunt stretch of him, and your breath hitched.

“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath. “So damn wet.”

Heat flooded your face, but you couldn’t think—couldn’t focus on anything other than how thick he was, how different he was from Tommy. You felt like you were being split in two, but you wanted more. Every inch only made that need, that hunger, grow.

His hand lifted from his cock, skimming over your hip before settling on your thigh, holding you open.

“Gotta take it slow,” he murmured, mostly to himself. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You swallowed hard, fingers curling into the sheets beside you. “I can take it.”

His head dropped for a second, a quiet curse slipping past his lips. “Don’t say shit like that, sweetheart.”

Something about that word, the way it left his mouth—low and full of something dangerous—made your stomach clench.

The stretch was slow, unbearable in the best way as he pushed forward even more, your body giving inch by inch, and you let out a sharp exhale as he filled you.

Joel groaned, deep and low, his fingers tightening on your thigh as he finally buried himself to the hilt.

Jesus Christ.

The weight of him inside you, the way he fit—it was overwhelming, taking up every inch of space, leaving you panting beneath him.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, his hips flush with yours now, his jaw tight. “You’re—shit, you’re squeezin’ me so damn tight.”

Your thighs trembled around his waist, your body working to adjust to the fullness, to the sheer size of him, and then—oh god—then he moved.

A slow pull out, a deep thrust back in.

You moaned, head falling back against the pillows, fingers flexing against the sheets.

Joel’s breath was ragged, his grip tightening. “That’s it.”

As he began to set a steady pace, a deep thrust in, a gentle pull out, the tingling sensation you knew all too well was rising fast—too fast. It climbed up your spine, coiling tight, and your breath hitched in your throat. The sensation was familiar, so familiar, but not like this. Not from this.

Joel moved with deep, deliberate thrusts, each one stretching you full, dragging against every oversensitive nerve inside you with agonizing precision. His cock was thick, heavy, unrelenting—pressing deep, pressing right, pleasure licking up your spine like fire.

His hand moved between you, thumb finding your clit with ease, the calloused pad brushing over the swollen bundle of nerves, a touch just firm enough to make you jolt. Your whole body reacted, thighs trembling, an involuntary gasp ripping from your lips.

His breath hitched as he felt it too, and he let out a dark, pleased hum.

“Feel that?” he murmured, his voice a slow, deliberate drag against your skin. His thumb moved again, slick and sure, working tight little circles against you. “Now, what was it you said again?”

Your chest heaved, your fingers gripping at the sheets, at him, anything to keep yourself tethered, because the pleasure was coming in hot, hard waves now—building, climbing, making your skin flush and prickle with heat.

“I—I never—” You gasped, voice breaking, lips parting as your back arched into the feeling, as you felt your muscles tighten and clench under him.

Joel leaned in, lips brushing against your ear. “C’mon, sweet girl. Use your words.”

Your hips met every thrust, dragging a moan from deep in your chest.

“I’ve never—ah!—never come like this before,” you choked out, breathless and desperate.

Joel swore under his breath.

“You’re tellin’ me,” he rasped, voice dripping in absolute filth and sin, “my pissy little brother never made you come on his cock before?”

The shame of it—the filthy, shameless truth of it—slammed into you just as hard as the pleasure. Your breath came in short, stilted gasps, your thighs twitching, heat curling low and tight, twisting like a wire pulled too taut. You gripped his biceps hard where they caged you in, your nails digging into his skin.

“I–”

“Never felt the way you’re squeezin’ the life outta me right now, baby?” His voice dipped lower, rougher, as his thumb pressed, rubbing slow and tight. “Never had you like this? Drippin’ and desperate? Makin’ the prettiest fuckin’ sounds I’ve ever heard?”

Heat flared in your belly, your legs shaking around him, pleasure tearing through you.

Joel felt it, the way you clenched down around him, and he grinned, breath hot against your mouth as he groaned through his teeth.

“Fuck—that’s it. Let me feel you.”

And you did.

Your body suddenly snapped. The orgasm slammed into you, white-hot and merciless, every nerve in your body firing at once, blinding you with pleasure so intense it was nearly unbearable. Your breath punched from your lungs as your back arched clean off the bed, thighs trembling, a cry tearing from your lips as waves of heat crashed through you.

Joel swore under his breath, hips stuttering as you clenched tight around him, and his mouth hovered just above yours, his breath mixing with yours, the air between you thick and electric.

He felt the way your body fluttered around him, still pulsing with the comedown of your orgasm, dragging him deeper, tighter—trapping him. His breath was heavy, coming in sharp, ragged exhales as he dropped his head, his forehead resting against yours.

His hips kept moving quick and uneven, dragging his cock in and out of your still-clenching walls. He was throbbing, thick and hot inside you, every roll of his hips sending sharp little sparks of overstimulation through your system.

That was when, after coming back to earth, you saw the way his lips parted slightly, his breath hitching whenever you squeezed around him just right. The tension in his face, the way his muscles coiled and flexed with every deliberate movement.

He was close.

You wondered…

Your breath was still shaky, voice unsteady, but you let it slip out, slow and sultry, testing the waters, “You feel so good,” you whispered.

Joel froze for a split second, a sharp breath punching from his lungs as he reeled his head back to look down at you.

"Does it feel good for you?” you whispered, your fingers trailing up the nape of his neck. “Filling me up? Making me feel so full? So good?”

Joel let out a ragged, wrecked sound, his fingers digging into your skin, gripping you like a lifeline.

And in that moment—fuck the rules.

Because this was anything but clinical now.

You pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, letting your breath fan against his ear as you whispered, gentle, teasing.

“You gonna give me a baby, Joel?”

Joel let out a wrecked groan, his grip on your hips tightening, his pace faltering. His thrusts turned rougher, sharper, his body moving on pure instinct now—chasing it.

And then he snapped.

A strangled moan ripped from his throat as he slammed deep, burying himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing inside you as heat flooded you. His whole body shook, a ragged, guttural sound tearing from his chest as he came, thick and hot, spilling deep, his fingers flexing against your hips like he was trying to ground himself.

You gasped at the feeling, at the warmth spreading inside you, at the way his body shook above you.

Joel was panting, forehead pressed to yours, sweat damp at his hairline, his breath fanning against your lips, warm and unsteady.

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

Joel was still inside you, still filling you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, grounding you. His breath was heavy, warm against your cheek as he turned his head, his chest rising and falling against yours in slow, uneven waves.

“I should, uh…” His voice was hoarse, thick with something he wasn’t naming. He swallowed, clearing his throat as he sat up. “I should probably—”

You shifted slightly beneath him, still sensitive, still pulsing with the warmth of him inside you. Your thighs trembled, the ache delicious, spreading through you like slow heat.

“You can go,” you murmured, voice soft, a little sleepy. “I’m gonna stay here for a while.”

He hesitated as he looked down at you, your bodies still connected. 

You blinked up at him, lips curving in a lazy, satisfied smile.

“It’s said that if a woman stays lying down after, it increases the chances of conception.” You hummed, stretching slightly, body still warm and loose. “Just want to give it time to stick.”

You felt him twitch inside you, like his body had just caught up to the meaning of your words, and then he was pulling out, hissing under his breath as he eased away from you.

His heat vanished instantly, and a shiver ran through you at the sudden emptiness, the cool air replacing where he’d been pressed so solidly against you. You exhaled, tugging the covers up over yourself, shifting deeper into the mattress, letting your body sink into the afterglow.

Joel, on the other hand, was already moving, and fast.

He turned away from the bed, running a hand through his hair, reaching for his jeans like he needed them back on, needed the barrier, needed to be done with this.

“Hey,” you called softly as he stepped toward the door, one leg shoved into his pants.

He paused, turning slightly, just enough to look at you over his shoulder.

You blinked up at him sleepily, the blankets pulled up to your bare shoulders, your voice softer now. “You okay?”

Joel hesitated. Just for a second.

His hands hovered at his belt, his fingers twitching. His lips pressed together, like he was weighing his answer, like he didn’t trust whatever was sitting heavy on his tongue.

Then, he gave you a short, stiff nod. “Yeah. ‘M good.”

You hummed, unconvinced, watching the way his chest still rose and fell in uneven breaths, the lingering flush at his throat, the tension in his hands as he buckled his belt like he was fighting something.

“Okay,” you murmured, turning your head into the pillow, eyes half-lidded, “And, Joel?”

His gaze flickered back to you, hovering, like he was bracing himself.

You swallowed, shifting slightly under the blankets, warmth settling deep in your bones. “Thank you.”

Joel’s fingers twitched where they grabbed for his shirt, his throat working around something thick, something stuck. His eyes dragged over you one last time, heavy, unreadable, before he gave a single, curt nod.

“I’ll see you,” he muttered, voice rough, almost hesitant.

Then he turned, and with the sound of the door clicking shut behind him, he was gone.

[theturtleprincess81]

- MATT MURDOCK FIC RECS 2 -

hot hot hot hot hot | note: please be aware of the authors’ warnings before reading. fics include canon tw’s like: violence, death, blood, swearing. some fics have 18+ content so minors please DNI.

part one | main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

let you break my heart again | matt’s pov | part two • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @angst-cravings (some angst, fluff, unrequited love)

one more time | part two • matt murdock x fem!enhanced!reader

↳ by @murdock-barnes (flufff)

hold them gently (these confessions) | part two | part three • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @privateanxieties (fluff, some angst, mystery, pining)

sweetest poison • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @place-called-space (this is so good i can’t wait for more parts)

seeking forgiveness • matt murdock x pregnant!reader

↳ by @bellaxgiornata (very angsty, a lot of grovelling, hurt/comfort)

sad girl • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @cellophaine (fluff, smut, angst)

buttercup • matt murdock x baker!reader

↳ by @thyme-in-a-bubble (fluff, smut, angst, tw: rape, ptsd)

do no harm • matt murdock x fem!doctor!reader

↳ by @farfromstrange (angst, smut, tw: dv, child abuse, mental illnesses)

stitches | part two • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @megthemewlingquim (angst, hurt/comfort, kidnapping, second part is smut fyi)

ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC’S

saw you dancing in a crowded room • matt murdock x fem!accountant!reader

↳ by @scarletsloveletter (angst but fluffy ending, second chance romance)

matt murdock as a dad would include...

↳ by @bowieandqueen11 (fluff)

home sweet home • husband!matt murdock x wife!reader

↳ by @maple-the-awesome (very fluffy, dad!matt, comfort)

tragedy • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @modern-vellichor (angst, comfort)

deserving • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @sgt-morgan (angst)

ask me tomorrow • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @murdockparker (fluffy adorable)

rising in the east • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @murdockparker (fluff)

choice and chance and promise • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @courtforshort15 (slight angst, mostly fluff)

calling out • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @ithebookhoarder (angst, comfort)

the perfect cheesecake • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @cece-writes-fanfic (fluff)

be still • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @dameronology (comfort, a little angsty)

the defence rests • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @dameronology (fluff, a little angst)

the lakes • matt murdock x hard-of-hearing!reader

↳ by @goldenlikedayl1ght (comfort, fluff)

more of you • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @chellestrash (smut, bantering)

your wedding dress • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @shadowbriar (very angsty)

sincerely, anxiety • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @brokebonewritings (veryy fluffy)

skin • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @reckoningss (angst, hurt/comfort, fluff)

black friday • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @goldenlikedayl1ght (very fluffy)

here • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @amberlynnmurdock (angst, comfort)

lifeline • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @sunflowersandsapphires (angst, comfort, fluff, panic attacks)

play along • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @mayfieldss (fluff)

orange roses • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @bornagainmurdock (fluff)

[theturtleprincess81]

Welcome to my masterlist!

I write fanfiction with dark themes (i.e. violence, death, smut, dub-con, r*pe/non-con, inc*st). I do not take requests - I write what I want for the characters I want.

I have written for the following characters previously:

Daemon Targaryen (House of the Dragon)

Rhaenyra Targaryen (House of the Dragon)

Aemond Targaryen (House of the Dragon)

Spike (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Check out my work below!

Series:

terms of endearment │ Daemon x Niece!Reader 🖤🐉❤️‍🔥🗡️🧸

the stranger (ficlet) 💧⚰️🐉🧸

rites (ficlet, sequel to ‘stranger’) 💧⚰️🐉

traitor, traitor (ficlet) 💧🐉❤️‍🔥

innocence (ficlet) 🐉💀

aemma (ficlet) 💧🐉🧸

until i bleed myself dry (ficlet) 🖤🗡️🐉❤️‍🔥

Oneshots:

a sin you were made for │ Daemon x Daughter!Reader 🐉🧸💀

butterfly (fade away) │ Daemon x Rhaenyra x Reader 🐉💀

maelstrom │ Aemond Targaryen x Reader 🌻💍

Oneshots:

sweeter than blood (can't stop wanting) │ Spike x Summers!Reader 💧⚰️❤️‍🔥

[theturtleprincess81]

Of Monsters and Men (Geralt of Rivia) Masterlist

Season 1: Chapters 1 - 13

Season 2: Chapters 1 - 11

Season 3: Chapters 1 -

Last Updated: 8/5/23

+stand alone stories from adventures between Geralt and reader within the Witcher universe

Summary: You are not a monster, yet you are not fully human either. For the past 400 years or so have you walked the Continent as a damphir, born from a lady vampire and her human lover. In that time since your birth, you’ve had quite the adventurous life living free to do as you will. But when you cross paths with a Witcher of Kaer Morhen one fateful evening, your life is forever changed.

Rating: +18 (blood, fighting, smut, fluff, adventuring)

Reader: (F); race or appearance doesn’t matter feel as you choose for Y/N (although your eye color is red cause of the half vampireness)

Keep reading

[theturtleprincess81]

always yours

a little valentine's day blurb that was originally supposed to be filthy disgusting gross sloppy smut for @bunmurdock in honor of the new snippets of dd:ba that we've seen. the actual sex got lost somewhere along the way and it turned into over 2k words of healthy communication between a loving couple! don't know how that happened but i hope you enjoy anyway :)

content warning: mention of an age gap (nonspecific but i imagined it to be around 8-10 years; both characters are consenting adults, approx. late 20s and mid/late-30s, respectively) & brief mention of sex but no detailed descriptions of anything; other than that, it's mostly fluff with a dash of angst

[word count: 2,262]

Valentine’s Day had never been anything special. Apart from the red and pink decorations and the obnoxious public displays of affection between couples, February 14th was just another day. You still had class. You still had work. You still went home to an empty apartment, with only your store-bought chocolate covered strawberries to keep you company. Sometimes you watched a romcom or hung out with your friends. Or both. But the bottom line was that you had never had a significant other to share the day with, to exchange little gifts and have a romantic dinner with. You’ve always been flying solo. 

Until now. 

Your relationship with Matt wasn’t new, per se, but being in a relationship was new to you. He was your first boyfriend, and you found yourself floundering a bit during your first few months together. It’s not like the age gap made anything easier. He was quite a bit older than you, which you had been worried would make it difficult to find common ground with him. The two of you had hit it off when you’d first met, but what if the lack of common interests became a burden? How long would it take for Matt to figure out that you were too young for him? Too inexperienced? Too juvenile? Too immature?

But thankfully, Matt seemed to share your love of jazz music and had quickly wooed you with his impressive vinyl collection. He seemed all too content to go with the flow of your moods, whether you preferred to curl up against him to read one of your books, content to bask in each other’s company in silence, or talk endlessly about everything and nothing, never getting tired of hearing each other’s voice. Everything between the two of you just seemed so… seamless. It was almost too good to be true, which is why you had taken it upon yourself to make this Valentine’s Day memorable, to make the most of the fact that you actually had someone to celebrate with this year. 

Unfortunately, while you were floundering for ideas, Matt beat you to it. 

“I have something for you,” he’d called to you one morning as you’d lounged in bed, sleepy and dazed from the slow morning fuck you’d enjoyed just a half hour earlier. 

At his words, you’d perked up, your head rising off the silk-covered pillow like a dog who’s name had just been called. “What?” you’d murmured, your mind instantly jumping to the gourmet Belgian chocolates you’d ordered for him, still traveling through customs and at least another week away from getting delivered, despite the pretty penny you’d paid to get it expedited. “No, it’s too early. Valentine’s is still—”

But Matt shushes you easily, waltzing back into the room with his hands held conspicuously behind his back. “Relax, sweetheart,” he says, flashing you that charming smile that immediately puts you at ease. “It’s nothing big, just a little something to tide you over until then. A token of my affection, if you will.”

“No fair,” you pout, propping yourself up on one elbow as he nears your little cocoon of silk. “Valentine’s isn’t an advent calendar holiday. You’re cheating.”

Matt chuckles at your childish retort, his broad form towering over you until he crouches down to your level, his dress shirt hugging the muscles of his shoulders and biceps deliciously, defining them in a way that his bulky armor normally didn’t allow. You allowed yourself a moment to stare before his voice tore you away from your appreciative ogling. 

“What, I’m not allowed to spoil my girl?” he asks, sounding both incredulous and smug as he presents you with a box, velvet and long and rectangular and achingly similar to the kind that usually housed jewelry. 

As soon as your eyes land on it, a gasp escaped you, your body instantly straightening up and tossing the sheets off you in your haste to crawl closer. He meets you halfway, the mattress dipping with his weight as he sits on the edge, still holding the box out to you. 

You reach out, but your hands are slow and hesitant, your heart hammering in your chest as your mind races. You feel like a child on Christmas morning, seeing the present meant for you and unable to stop yourself from wondering what could be in it, though the plushies and toys and dolls of your childhood couldn’t compare to whatever was in this velvet box. 

“It’s not going to bite you,” Matt teased gently, his voice warm as he reached out to take one of your hands in his, brushing his lips against it before bringing it down to the box. The velvet feels impossibly luxurious under your fingertips. “Go on. Open it.”

Spurred by his encouragement, you take the box, handling it as though it was the nuclear football. You hesitate again, and it takes Matt pressing a kiss to your forehead for you to gingerly pry it open, the tight hinges creaking ever so softly as the jewelry within is revealed to its recipient. 

Inside is a stunning necklace, simple yet timeless. The chain is thin and dainty, made of shining gold that effortlessly catches the morning sunlight. It supports a single gemstone with so many facets that it glitters no matter the angle, sending tiny little rainbows bouncing around the walls and ceiling as you peer down at it in awe. 

“It’s— oh, Matty…” Tears spring into your eyes as you stare in awe at your new necklace, your vision blurring with tears and little refractions of light. “It- it matches you…”

And it does. The gemstone isn’t the dark red of his glasses or of his armor, the color of the blood he spilled in the streets, the blood he shed for his city. It doesn’t remind you of the suit that protected him, or of the bruises that colored his skin when it didn’t. It isn’t dark or violent, because it wasn’t the Devil giving it to you.

The topaz stone is a deep, vibrant bronze, the sunlight shining through it and making it turn the color of whiskey, of the top-shelf, exorbitantly expensive Macallan bottle he keeps in the cabinet. It’s the same color as his hazel eyes, missing the flecks of green and blue but somehow capturing the splashes of gold, the color you can only see in the early mornings when he hadn’t yet hid his eyes behind his red lenses. 

The gemstone reminds you of no one but Matt, of the raw, vulnerable parts of him that he didn’t allow anyone but you to see. It was as though he’d severed a piece of his soul and given it to you, trusting you to carry it for him, to keep it safe. 

To keep him safe. 

“I hope it’s not too much,” Matt says, his words light yet hesitant. The suave confidence from earlier was gone, replaced by something mellow, more genuine. His face is angled down, but you can see his fingers fidgeting with the lace hem of your nightgown, his nerves on display even if his expression wasn’t. “I know we haven’t been together long. I just wanted to- I want you to know that you, you mean a lot to me. Everything that you do, everything that you are… It’s more than what I deserve.”

You’re sniffling and shaking your head before Matt’s even finished, a soft whine of protest escaping you before he shushes you again, his hand coming up to smooth over your hair. 

“No, no, just let me finish. I need you to know.” 

He’s facing you now, your foreheads pressed together as the hazel eyes you so adore dart around your mouth and chin as he scrambles to get his thoughts organized. His mouth moves soundlessly, the motion familiar from the many times you’d seen him plan and rehearse his opening statements and arguments for court dates. Matt was running through the words he wanted to say, wanting to express himself as clearly and succinctly as possible. 

In lieu of speaking, you set aside the necklace box and reach out, drawing his hand away from your nightgown and into your lap instead, your thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the scarred, split, bruised knuckles, offering him wordless comfort. A moment later, he releases a breath, some of the tension draining from his shoulders as he huffs out a laugh, his face splitting into a bright smile. 

“See?” he says disbelievingly, squeezing your fingers and grinning even though you haven’t done anything. “Just like that, you just… you get me. It’s like you’re in my head.” He pauses, then chuckles to himself. “Sometimes I swear you are.”

You giggle, resisting the urge to make a joke about your nonexistent telepathic abilities, not wanting to ruin the moment. Instead, you just wipe your tears before they can fall, waiting patiently for Matt to continue. 

“You’re… like nothing I’ve ever encountered before. When I started going out at night…” He trails off for a moment, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “I- I made a promise to myself. A vow. I swore that I wouldn’t let myself get distracted f-from the mission. This- my city and the people in it were always my priority. Everything I did, every bone I broke, every hit I took… it was all for the Kitchen. And I couldn’t let something as trivial as attachment or love weaken me, because the city needed me more than whoever was unfortunate enough to be the object of my affections.”

Matt huffs out a sardonic laugh that has no humor, his head shaking as though to rid himself of a pesky fly. 

“I broke that promise many times, and every fucking time, someone took advantage and- and people got hurt. And that was on me. No amount of praying or confessing could absolve me of the sins I’d committed, of the deaths my weakness had caused. Innocent people, gone in the blink of an eye. All because I’d gotten distracted.” 

The last word is spit out as though it was a curse, Matt’s top lip curled in a snarl as his shoulders tense. It’s as though he’s repeating words he’s heard someone else say, the self-deprecation too vitriolic to be innate. No, this hatred had been taught. 

A small little spark of anger ignites in your chest, with nowhere to go. You remembered what scant details Matt had shared of his first teacher, the man who’d taught him to harness his out-of-control senses. Matt had never had the strength to name the old man, but you knew that he’d trained Matt in martial arts with the intention of using him as a tool, of setting a blind child on his enemies like a dog. 

You also knew he was dead, which was unfortunate because despite your generally easy-going disposition, you wanted to make that man suffer for what he’d done to Matt. The fact that he’d managed to do more damage than the Catholicism was a wicked feat that you desperately wanted retribution for. 

But that vile man—whatever his name was—couldn’t bother Matt, couldn’t whisper his poisonous words of weakness and inadequacy into Matt’s ear. He was dead, and Matt was still here—with you. 

“But you’re… you’re different,” Matt says in awe, sounding almost puzzled. “With you, I don’t get tunnel vision. I don’t lose sight of what’s important. Don’t get me wrong, you’re always on my mind, never more than a thought away, but instead of dulling my senses, you sharpen them. You…”

Matt sighs, his eyes flicking up a bit and your heart skips as his gaze seemingly meets yours, his hazel eyes filled with so much love and adoration that it almost borders on reverence, the sight of it taking your breath away. 

“You make me better,” Matt continues, his voice thick with emotion. “A better Catholic, a better lawyer, a better friend, a better person. You make me want to be better.”

Your vision is starting to get blurry again, your lower lip wobbling as you listen, his words getting heartbreakingly close to the love confession the two of you had been stubbornly dancing around for months. 

“Matt…” you sob softly, desperately trying to blink away the tears so you don’t lose sight of his eyes, of the warm hazel dotted with gold that you couldn’t wait to carry over your heart every day from now on. They burn hot tracks on your cheeks anyway, Matt’s thumbs brushing away the wetness a second later. 

Contrary to the sniveling mess you’ve dissolved into, Matt’s expression is peaceful and content, his sightless eyes somehow seeing right through you, holding nothing but warm love and soft devotion that you hardly felt worthy of. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” he murmurs, brushing his nose affectionately against yours. “And for the first time, I… I’m not afraid.”

You swear your heart bursts in your chest, your body moving on its own, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely. A strangled, broken sound leaves Matt as soon as your lips meet, his arms automatically wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him, not an inch of space between you. The kiss is fervent and desperate, but unhurried. You have all the time in the world with each other, because despite your fears about Matt’s vigilantism and insurmountable sense of duty, you’re at peace. There are many people that Matt would die for, but you? 

He would live for you. 

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Blurb Countdown To Daredevil: Born Again

9 Days: imgonnagetyouback - Taylor Swift "i'll make you wanna think twice/you'll find that you were never not mine/you're mine." NSFW College!Matt and alcohol are the two main ingredients in a jealous concoction. notes: 9 days!! in my humble opinion this is where the blurbs start to get good soooo if you like this, stick around for more! countdown masterlist

Matt doesn’t like parties.

But he likes you and he likes Foggy, so here he is, at some Columbia frat with a drink full of.. something awful.

The two of you aren’t dating, but he’s listening to the sound of you dancing, barely able to hear the way the fabric of your jeans rubs against some guy, and he’s not paying attention to whatever Foggy is drunkingly yapping about.

He takes a sip of his drink, jealously flooding him. The loud music of this party is making his ears hurt but he’s just tipsy enough where his senses are dulled a bit.

You two started hooking up a few months back, deciding that law school was too stressful for a real relationship, but realizing you both had a lot of pent-up frustration, you entered a sort of ‘friends with benefits’ situation. When Foggy went away for the weekend or even if you could find an empty corner of the library, Matt’s lips would be on your skin.

And at some point, half an hour fucks became long sessions of passion, falling asleep in each other’s arms, waking up and watching Matt sleep.. and you realized you had broken rule number one of friends with benefits—

You wanted to be with him.

But you knew Matt didn’t want you, he wanted a stress reliever. So, here you were. Flirting with another guy, dancing on him.

It made Matt sick to his stomach.

“Hey Fog, I’ll be right back,” He suddenly says, and then he makes his way over to where you were dancing. He says your name, and you stop dancing when you realize he’s right in front of you. “Can I talk to you for a second?” He asks.

You open your mouth to say something, but Matt grabs your hand and drags you upstairs, listening for a second to see which room is empty. He pulls you into a random quiet room and locks the door behind you.

“Matt, what’re you—” And before you can say much else, Matt has his lips pressed against yours—His movements are full of passion, and he’s kissing you as his hands wander up to your hair, beginning to run his fingers through it. You groan as he gently scratches your scalp, leaning into him as he pulls you over to the bed.

One hand leaves your hair and travels down your torso, right down to the waistline of your jeans, but you pull away from the kiss to ask,

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” He huffs, leaning in to kiss you again, but you grin against his lips, pulling away again.

“No, no—You’re jealous,” You accuse, “You’re jealous that your fuckbuddy isn’t giving you enough attention—”

“Shut up,” He mumbles, kissing you again, and you reciprocate, but just for a few minutes before you’re pulling away again,

“Admit it. You’re jealous.” Matt considers his options, because he knows you won’t let him let this go. You’re too stubborn just like him, and it drives him wild with need for you. He can hardly think straight and it’s not the alcohol.

“Fine,” He mumbles, moving so he’s off you. He kneels between your legs on the floor as you lay on the bed. “I’m jealous. I’m jealous that you would ever think of flirting with someone else,” His fingers come up to unbutton your jeans, then they move to your waistband, “I’m jealous that anyone might be able to touch you the way I do,” and he tugs down your jeans, “It makes me delirious, how much I want you, and I’m jealous you���re not mine.” He concludes, before glancing up to you. “Now are you going to let me eat you out or are you gonna keep being a brat?”

You blink, your heartrate picking up as you realize he wants you more than just as a fuck buddy.

“Wait, seriously?”

Matt’s beginning to grow annoyed that his face isn’t buried between your thighs.

“Yeah,” he kisses your thigh, “I want to be much more than just your fuck buddy.” You can tell he means it. “Now let me taste you,” he hums.

He hears no objections from you.

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#angst (Volume 1)

Please note, this list is a WIP. Its not perfect and, like a shelf in a library, there's probably stories here that belong elsewhere. If you find mistakes or have input please lmk!

➸ “even if you don’t love me anymore” by @matt-erialgirl - #stitches

➸ Not Again by @mvtthewmurdvck

➸ Always by @imaginesfordifferentfandoms

➸ Feel You by @titan-sl8yer - Matt loses his hearing and you comfort him

➸ hurt by @shrikeyryn - #savior!Matt x vigilante!Reader

➸ protected by @catholicdaredevil

➸ make amends by @honeycombstrawberry - Matt isn’t there in time to stop you from getting hurt

➸ you weren’t here by @multiharlot

➸ love on the moon by @multiharlot

➸ "What we had was so special, and you walked away from it" by @weareallstoriesintheend

➸ The Last Time and Worth It by @weareallstoriesintheend - Matt pushes you away, but finally realizes how much he needs you. #smut

➸ I Don’t Want to be Holy by @modern-vellichor - little #fluff, little #angst, lot of #religious imagery

➸ Tragedy by @modern-vellichor

➸ The Deep Cut and Lover, You Should Have Come Over by @itwasthereaminuteago

➸ Devil Upright w/ Matt by @raelwrites - toxic relationship, #angst, some #college!Matt 

➸ Silence by @peterman-spideyparker - Matt loses his hearing and you comfort him

➸ Fall Asleep in My Lap by @pastafossa - You comfort Matt after a long day

➸ The Devil’s Lullaby & The Devil May Cry by @wint3r-h3art - You wake in Matts arms having not seen him since college

➸ Sick Twisted Fantasy Pt 1 & Pt 2 by @multiharlot - Age gap fic w/ reader meeting Foggy & Karen for the first time 

➸ Devil In Me by @waspswidows - #stitches, #angst, #smut

➸ not able to lie by @mvtthewmurdvck - #hurt/comfort, you get beat up to send a message to Daredevil

➸ “You’re my family, too” by @thirstybitchs - softness and comforting Matt

➸ anyone but him by @dameronology - murdock v castle and jealous!matt

➸ red and blue by @dameronology - murdock v castle, #angst

➸ stupid love by @thatfangirl42 

➸ Staying With Me by @americancowgirl19 - You get sick and Matt hates that he didn’t see the signs sooner

➸ calling me out by @starduststevie - Matt has been away from you for months and you’ve finally had enough 

➸ Screaming the name of a foreigner’s God by @raelwrites - Matt copes with your death

➸ Morally grey vigilante!reader & working with frank by @raelwrites

➸ "I’d live for you.” by @murdocksluvrr - Matt comforts you

➸ stitches Part 1, Part 2 by @megthemewlingquim - Matt comforts you after a kidnapping, #smut in Part 2

➸ Polarize by @shedaresthedevil - Reader deals with sleep paralysis

➸ Would you pray before you twist the knife? by @shedaresthedevil

➸ "Why are you so scared of loving me?" by @what-the-hell

➸ Whatever's After Forever by @m4tthewmurd0ck - Avenger!reader, fighting and make-up

➸ Not Your Martyr by @amchapel - Matt doesn't sacrifice his moral code to save you

➸ "It hurts when you're not around" by @hail-matty

➸ (Un)Stealthy by @ellephlox

➸ The Marks Left Behind by @courtforshort15 - Matt thinks you're horrified the first time you see his scars, #comfort

➸ Sleepless Nights by @carters-things - Your worry over Matt has been keeping you up

➸ done by @serendipityrogers - you lose it after another bad night, fighting and make-up

➸ Under My Skin by @everlastingdreams - One day your abuser walks into Nelson & Murdock, tw sa, tw child abuse

➸ Under the Light of the Moon by @saintmurd0ck - you're matt's girlfriend and the vigilante being blackmailed to take down daredevil

➸ The Silence Between Us by @marvelswh0re - Matt lets you down again, #breakup

➸ Privilege by @courtforshort15 - #tw sexual assault

➸ Fragile by @devils-dares - sometimes matt slips into a headspace after a bad night

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the kitten and the devil - ongoing series

@saintmurd0ck gave me an idea for a vigilante!reader x matt murdock fic and here we are. now, I haven’t come up with an actual FIC idea for it just yet (maybe I’ll get the inspo down the line), but for now it’s gonna be a series of drabbles/oneshots/send requests if you want em within this realm…!

the kitten and the devil tag (all fics/requests/asks/inspo posts, etc.)

a time for sinners and a time for saints*

your first interaction with the other vigilante roaming the streets of new york, and the subsequent time he saves your ass. (pre-DD season one)

office shenanigans*

missing matt finds you at the offices of nelson & murdock, needing something besides legal advice.

dinner & a show

a sequel to office shenanigans.

nobody teaches you to hurt like this*

matt leaves you behind to deal with midland circle, and your worst fears become reality. (end of defenders, pre-DD season three, canon divergence)

no control*

matt needs a distraction and asked for your…help. (no real plot, could fit anywhere on the timeline really)

howling for you*

you ask matt for something in return (you could read this after no control, or on it’s own - I’m not gonna tell you how to live your life)

what kind of man*

matt wants to try something new after returning to your side; you’re hesitant, but it’s decidedly worth the risk.

saying I love you is…easier than he thought

matt comes home from patrol, and suddenly can’t keep his mouth shut. (a smidge of smut but nothing overly explicit - could fit anywhere in the timeline)

cinnamon spice and everything (not so) nice

the holiday season puts you in a baking mood before duty calls, and coming home tastes better than ever.