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What a pain in the ass. You got a hacksaw?

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Novacane 4// Matt Murdock X Dark! Reader

CW: THIS IS A DARK FIC. This is part 4. Reminder READER is bat shit crazy and does some really bad things including but not limited to stalking, kidnapping, manipulation, drugging, and blackmail. If that isn't something you are into please keep scrolling. Minors DO NOT INTERACT. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Also Smut warning okay Bye. Read at your own risk.

The sound of glass hitting the wall filled your apartment. Matt's face was written in anger. The two of you had been at each other's throats all day. The small side comments had finally turned into a huge screaming match. It all started with deciding where to go for dinner. You wanted to go out for dinner and he wanted to stay in while you cooked. You had cooked all week and worked a full-time job, you were tired. The two of you agreed to get Mexican delivered, but then it was an argument about who would pay. Then who would go down to get the food? Then what show you'd watch while eating. It was like every little thing each other did make each other angry. It wasn't until you had told him about the email you received about another job offer that shit had officially hit the fan. The two of you knew you couldn't work for your boyfriend forever so you applied for a work-from-home job. You didn't know if you would even take it but it was enough to start another argument for the night.

"Are you kidding me!" You watched as the picture frame Matt threw at the wall, hit the ground. "You're acting ridiculous. I'm going to bed. You can sleep on the couch."

"I'll do you one better. I'm going home. Call me when you stop acting like this," Matt grabbed his phone and walked out of your apartment.

You broke down as he walked out. Tears rolled down your face and sobs escaped your mouth. You had been holding back tears all day. The consent fighting had taken a toll on you mentally. You just wanted it to stop but now Matt was gone and you felt like you had just lost a piece of yourself.

You thanked the lady as you grabbed your cup of coffee from the coffee shop next door to Nelson and Murdock. It had been a few days since Matt left and neither of you had talked to the other. You hadn't been to work since. It was hard enough without seeing him you couldn't imagine what it would be like if you had to see him. Foggy said that he'd try to keep things under control until you were able to come back.

The sun shined in your eyes making it hard for you to see as you walked along the sidewalk. You had been hiding out in your apartment since the argument and decided it was time to get out. Even if was just for some coffee and grocery shopping. You tried blocking the sun from your eyes with your hand. You bumped into a tall figure almost dropping your coffee.

"I'm so sorry. This sun is basically blinding me," You apologized

"Imagine how I feel," You looked up to see Matt "How've you been (y/n)"

"Hey, Matty. I'm good. Just out trying to get a few things done today. How about you?" You tried to make small talk

"I miss you, (y/n)." His face was face was written in sadness

"How about you come over tonight after work. We'll talk this over. I miss you too," You looked up at him with hope.

"I'll be there at 6," A smile spread across his face.

He kissed your forehead as the two of you exchanged goodbyes. Everything felt like it was going to be okay again.

It was 6:15 and Matt was nowhere to be found. You had been texting him since the two of you ran into each other and at 5:50 he just stopped responding. Just when you thought everything was going to be okay he pissed you off again. You checked your phone again to see if he had replied. Nothing. You threw your phone on the couch before going to pour yourself a glass of wine. As you placed the bottle back in the refrigerator, Matt came in the door of the apartment.

"Sorry, Love. Had to finish a few things at the office. Do you wanna order dinner or go out," He made took off his shoes before walking over to you.

He went to kiss you on the cheek but you moved away.

"You're mad." He stated the obvious

"You're late Matt," the tone in your voice was monotone

"By like 20 minutes (y/n). I had papers to file because someone decided not to come to work this week," He raised his voice a little.

"Fuck you, Matt!"

"Please!" The anger in his voice sounds more like pleading now.

"What?"

"Fuck me y/n." He moved closer to you.

His right hand wrapped around your waist landing on your lower back. He pulled you closer to him until your chest was on his. You looked up at him. His lips were inches from yours. You reached up to place your hand on his left cheek. The space between your lips was closed within seconds. He kissed you roughly yet passionately. You could feel the lust in every kiss. It had been so long since the two of you felt such passion for each other.

"Gosh. I missed this," Matt said between breaths

He lifted you from the ground, wrapping your legs around him. He carried you to the bedroom. He laid you down and started undoing your jeans then his own. You pulled your shirt over your head and threw it into a random corner of the room. Matt did the same in a hurry to feel your lips on his again. He got in bed flipping the two of you over so that you were on top. Your legs are on either side of him. Your lips connected to his neck. Leaving short sweet kisses all along his neck and torso as you made your way down to his boxer-covered penis. You ran your hand across his dick before going to pull his underwear down. You took him in your hand giving it a few pumps before starting to take him in your mouth but he stopped you. You looked up at him confused.

"I want to feel you wrapped around me, love," His voice was deeper now. Full with lust and desire.

You nodded before laying down beside him removing your underwear. He slowly moved his hand up your leg stopping when he reached where you needed him most. He rubbed his thumb in small circles on your clit. His middle and ring fingers entered you. A small moan escaped your lips. It had been weeks since you felt his fingers pleasure you.

The last few weeks at work had been stressful on you and Matt and with him patrolling at night the two of you had hardly had any time to 'relive that stress' But with just his fingers pumping inside of you, you could feel relief coming over your body. You felt yourself getting close. You grabbed his wrist signaling for him to stop. He removed his fingers from you before bringing them up to his mouth and licking them tasting you on his fingers. It wasn't your favorite thing he did but he loved it so you always watched as he licked his fingers clean smiling in pure bliss.

"Matty, I need you,' Your words bought you back to reality.

"Im sorry, love," He kissed you.

He lifted you by your back moving you to the middle of the bed. He looked at you once more before lining himself up and pushing his dick into you.

"oh fuuck," You moaned as his head stretched you.

No matter how many times you at Matt had sex, you never got used to his size. He wasn't huge but he was above average in length and girth which was more than enough to push you over the edge.

"You're so wet baby girl," Matt moaned out. "You're doing such a good job.

Matt loved praising you when the two of you were intimate. He could hear your heart flutter whenever he did. His hand reached up to grab the headboard as he went deeper inside you. Letting out a small groan with every stroke. You reached up grabbing his wrist as the pleasure took over you. His skin was so soft.

"Matty-" Was all you could mudder out before the built-up pleasure finally released itself onto Matt's length. Your face scrunched as you could feel the pleasure taking over your body.

Matt's face lit up in pride before his mouth fell agape as he released what he had been holding in for weeks. His warm cum coated your insides. The two of you set there for a minute as you both came down from your highs. Both trying to steady your breathing. He slowly pulled out, causing you to whimper.

He got up to get you a towel to clean you up. He grabbed one of his t-shirts and pulled it over your head for you. He wiped the sweat from your forehead and pulled the cover over you before walking to the kitchen to get you some water.

"Here you go, love." He waited for you to sit up before handing you the water and getting into bed.

"Thank you, babe," You took a sip and set the bottle on the nightstand.

Matt sit up with his back against the headboard and opened his arms signaling for you to cuddle up with him. You laid your head on his chest. His hand rubbed your arm as the two of you lay there. You could hear his heartbeat. It was steady.

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MIRROR'S EDGE

CO-WRITTEN WITH @THIRSTWORLDPROBLEMSS

Pairing: Marc Spector x female reader x Steven Grant

Summary: You offer Marc a trade: something you want for something he wants, but you quickly realise you may be in for more than you can handle.

Rating: really fucking explicit

Warning/content: Pure pornography, edging, orgasm denial, Marc’s dirty filthy mouth, cunnilingus, overstimulation, Steven being a loveable cock blocking meow meow, established relationship.

Word Count: 6.4k (all of it porn)

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Marc can be intense. Overly-serious. Intimidating.

There is that semi frown, a grim, set line of his lips that never breaks into a smile. Narrow, scrutinising gaze set across rich, expressive eyes. His expression is permanently serious. Grumpy and surly even. But for all of his brusque mannerism and frosty behaviour, Marc, in his own ways, can be surprisingly indulgent with you. 

Tucking you in, up to your shoulders with the quilt to shield you from the cold when you’ve fallen asleep on him. Leaving you small gifts, odds and ends he thinks you’ll like that appear at random, no note or card, no credit taken even if you confront him directly about it. Making repairs or doing chores surreptitiously, when you’re not looking.

He wants to indulge you without the flourish or the attention. It’s probably why the only place and time he openly pampers you without restraint is when he has you naked and bare. When his mouth is drowning between your thighs or his cock buried into you to the hilt of himself. 

In those moments, it’s always about you. You and your pleasure as he pulls orgasm after overwhelming orgasm out of you. It’s almost as if any pleasure that he allows himself to have in the moment is only if it’s incidental to yours. As unrelenting as he can be, when his hips snap into you with a demanding pace, you also know that he’s going easy on you. 

You see it in rare flashes in that dark hungry gaze. In the moments leading up to your orgasm, those suspended seconds where you’re hanging by a balance on the edge of tipping over. You can see it then, how there’s something more he wants, before he snaps out of it with the shake of his head and pulls himself out of the trance as you fall apart before him. If you could, you would want to prolong that moment for the both of you, when his eyes are bare and open, honest with his needs. Because it’s like he’s always holding back with you. Scared that if he takes you apart the way that he wants to, you’d break like fine porcelain in front of his very eyes. 

You see that same look in his eyes now, as you pull back momentarily from where you’re straddling his lap on the sofa, sharing heated kisses. That guilty, greedy look, like he wants more than you’re giving him, but won’t let himself take it.

“I won’t break,” you tell him. He looks up with a plastered on confused gaze pretending he doesn’t know exactly what you mean. “Whatever it is you want to do to me. You can. I won’t break.” You swear you can almost see him emotionally withdrawing before your eyes, so you press on, “You get to ask me for things too. You know that, right Marc?”

He doesn’t answer, just shakes his head, mouth set in that familiar downturned line that says you won’t get anything more from him. You probably should have expected this reaction. Marc never asks you for anything for himself. Not ever. You think he feels like he doesn’t deserve to ask for anything. He guards his needs like a secret inside a penitentiary. “What if....” You scramble for something to offer that might get him to agree, “What if we trade? You tell me what you want from me in bed, and I’ll tell you something I want from you.” Marc's eyes narrow in an attempt to look sceptical, but not before you catch the flash of almost-predatory interest.  

“...and I'll even go first," you offer to sweeten the deal, praying he'll take the bait.

He doesn’t agree. But he also hasn’t said no yet, which, from Marc, qualifies as a confession in your book that he wants what you’re offering. It won’t take much, just a little push in the right direction, and you'll have him. 

"There is something I want to try with you," you stall, watching him carefully, trying to gauge his reaction for interest. You don't have to fake the heat that rises in your cheeks when you can see Marc's hands flexing at his sides. Dragging your eyes up from those thick fingers that so often bring you so much pleasure, you look up at his face from under your eyelashes just in time to catch him licking his lips. 

"Tell me," he demands. He's leaning in, gaze focused and intense in a way that sends a shiver of anticipation through you.

"Not unless you promise you'll go next."

His eyes soften for just a moment, and the corner of his mouth hitches up just a hair, which from Marc is almost as good a full laugh. You feel a flash of triumph because you know he’s going to agree even before the words leave his mouth.

"You drive a hard bargain, pretty girl. Alright. Me next. Now tell me." 

“It’s... um... Well I– That is...” You fidget with your hands in your lap. Now that you’ve lured him into agreeing, you realise that you didn’t think this through. What are you going to ask for? What could you possibly want that Marc and Steven haven’t already given you? Especially when they’ve given you pleasure above and beyond your wildest dreams already? Marc seems to mistake your floundering for hesitance, and some of the sharp focus in his gaze fades into an open expectant expression (well, as open as Marc’s expressions ever get anyway).  He reaches out and takes both your hands in his larger ones. 

“You can tell me. Anything you want, baby. Just tell me and it’s yours.” His eyes and hands, both warm.

“I… um…” And God, he really does mean that, doesn’t he? Marc is less openly affectionate than Steven. Less open period, but you know he’d move heaven and fucking earth to give you anything you wanted. He does it every day and won’t even let you thank him for it—pretends it wasn’t him if you try. That’s just what he’s like. 

You look up at him, into those big brown eyes, and you get a flash of those very same eyes staring down at you, feverish and greedy, as he brings you to the brink in bed. You can almost hear the low, eager rasp of his voice as he asks you if you’re close. That suspended moment when you can see the leashed hunger, the need for something more in him. And you know what you want. 

“I want you to edge me.”

Silence. There’s silence. The intense focus is back. You can feel the weight of it on your skin, the heat of his burning gaze. The way Marc’s staring at you it’s a wonder you don’t spontaneously combust. You almost feel like you could. “You want me… to edge you.” His voice is neutral, but his body language is anything but. You can see the tension in his body, in the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the way the muscles of his jaw flex. You nod. “If… if that’s alright with you as well?” You hate how uncertain your voice sounds all of a sudden. Not sure where this sudden timidity has come from except that his gaze is stripping you bare, exposing you until you are unable to hide from him. “Yeah,” Marc huffs out with a laugh. An actual, honest to God laugh. “Yeah. That’s alright with me.”  The corner of his mouth is turned up as far as you’ve ever seen it, but his eyes are all dark heat and promise as they bore into your own. 

“But if we do this? I’m not gonna let you off easy. You understand?” His voice, low and rough, burns its way through you along with the realisation that he wants this. That you were right.

You’ve finally figured out some small corner of Marc’s wants beyond just you, and you get to give it to him. Or, rather, let him give it to you. The knowledge thrills you, makes you want to give him even more.

“I don’t want you to let me off easy, Marc. I want you to ruin me.” 

He groans, deep in his chest, and you think you hear a muttered, “Fuck. Gonna ruin me,” before his lips are on yours, desperate and devouring.

With far too much ease, he slides a firm strong arm around your waist to pull you to him. His other hand urges you to wrap your legs around him, helping you to lock them around his waist, and then he’s lifting you up in his arms and carrying you across your flat into the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. 

Before you know it, Marc is lowering you onto the bed and following you down. The reassuring weight of his body settles over you, holding you down, pressing you into the mattress. 

Popping the button open on your jeans, he drags them down your legs and off. His firm, calloused hand skates a smooth path along your skin on the way back up, dragging along the outside of your calf to your knee, then your thigh before he gently spreads your legs for him. 

The broadness of his palm covers your mound, cupping you through your knickers, and you become acutely aware of just how wet you are. The touch feels heated, intoxicating, even though he hasn’t really done anything to you yet. From the curved smile on Marc’s lips, you're sure he can feel the way you’ve already soaked through the cotton fabric of your knickers. 

The heel of his hand grinds down against you, and the pressure is delicious, relieving the ache that’s already built for him between your legs. You can’t help wantonly canting your hips up, seeking more contact, more friction, just more of him. But his hand is already moving away. His fingers find the edge of your knickers, trailing along the ticklish skin there, and then he’s pushing them aside. 

The tip of one finger parts your soaking folds, sliding a slick line to your clit, and your whole body jolts at the electric contact.  

“Fuck. So wet already. You always get so fucking wet for me,” he murmurs against your neck, mouth sliding hot and open against your skin as he makes slow precise circles over and over on your clit. Then his hand dips lower, sinking two thick fingers into your cunt, in a perfect filling slide. It punches the air out of you, leaving only a sweet ache in its wake. Your mind feels raw around the edges, fuzzy with the sharp spike of heat spearing through you. The heel of his hand rests over your clit as his fingers curl into you, unerringly finding all your sweet spots at once. 

He could make you come like this after only a few moments—has done just that many times before. This time he draws it out, instead, fucking you slow and thorough with his fingers, as though determined to wring every drop of pleasure out of you. And God, he is. 

You’re panting, as wet as you’ve ever been. So wet you’re probably dripping down his fingers to his wrist, but you’re too far gone to even be embarrassed because it feels so fucking good. Your body curls into his touch as he fills you just right, two talented fingers working inside you. 

The pleasure is devastating. Your leg kicks out, toes curling into the sheets. You’ve foregone all sense of shame, grinding yourself up up up against his palm in a desperate attempt to push yourself over the edge that’s dangling just out of your reach. 

You’re close, so fucking close. Your impending orgasm searing through your spine like it is ready to burn a hole through your flesh. You just need a little bit more, and Marc is giving it to you perfectly… Until he isn’t.

Marc stops.

He pulls his hand away, the full thickness of his fingers slipping out of you and leaving you empty and needy, and it’s like a bucket of cold water dumped over your head.

Oh right, edging. You asked him to edge you.

You watch him through half-lidded eyes, breath panting as your lungs squeeze painfully tight in your chest. His fingers are glistening with your slick in the light, as he puts them to his plush pink lips and slips them in between to suck them clean. 

“That was a close one wasn’t it, baby?”

Pulling down your knickers from your legs, he drags them off your ankles, before leaning down against you. He starts from your chest, pressing, burning kisses against your breast and the ends of his curls tickle your heated, sweat-slicked skin as he makes his way down your stomach, tongue sliding down your hips as he dots kisses to your thighs, spreading your legs even wider for him. 

He stops there, holding himself above you, so close, the tip of his nose is nudging against the apex of your thighs. There’s a beat of a second, an excruciating wait for you. You don’t know what he’s doing until you hear the inhale of a breath, his shoulders rising as he’s breathing you in, inhaling the scent of you. Then you feel it, the warmth of his breath ghost over your oversensitive clit, until he finally puts his mouth to your pussy. 

You can feel the way his jaw tenses as his mouth works you open. His tongue is a slow obliging slide through your slick folds as he hums into you. Soft and wet as he parts you. 

“Taste so good,” he murmurs, scraping his chin against the inside of your leg, until the stubble burns pleasantly against the oversensitive skin. It’s an overwhelming, visceral sensation that makes your body jolt, stomach clenching. You nearly kick him in the face, but Marc is way ahead of you, hand firm on your leg as he pins you down. 

“Easy. Easy there, baby. We’re just getting started.” 

It’s so slow and so insistent as he laps at your cunt. The bright flair of pleasure and pain that shoots through you is unbearable at this point. Your fingers dig and grip into those soft curls, pulling them tight until it must sting against his scalp, just the way Marc likes it. Hoping it’ll spur him on and drive him to distraction and just let you come. 

Your thighs are shaking. Your stomach too and every muscle in your body is trembling, pulling taut like you are at the end of a race and can finally see the goal before you. The pleasure is almost painful, and you forget to breathe, seeing spots dancing in your vision. 

“More, Marc, please—oh fuck, just like that, please don’t stop, I’m almost—”

But he doesn’t give you more, just keeps to the sedate pace he has set for the both of you. A spike of dread shoots down your spine as you now realise what you’ve actually signed up for. 

White, hot bliss spills through you with each move of his mouth, but your climax remains just out of reach, promising to be so ripe and sweet that you can nearly taste it on the tip of your tongue. No matter how much you writhe and squirm against him, Marc doesn’t let up, holding you firm against the mattress, until you’re right on the trembling edge.

And then he stops. God, this is so unfair, you can’t—Oh God, you can’t—fuck. 

He hushes you, a sweet cooing sound into your ear as he rubs your inner thigh soothingly to let you climb down from the precipice. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you, baby,” he murmurs. You’re not stupid enough to believe for one second that it’s altruistic of him, its only purpose is to let you calm down just enough for him to wind you up again like a tight bowstring holding back just enough so you don’t snap. 

Everything aches, splinters burrowing under your skin. Somehow, Marc knows, he soothes the sting with his soft lips, pressing them against your skin until it subsides. The edge of his teeth skirts against the inside of your thighs before biting down. Replacing the ache with an even harsher sting that has you arching into his mouth for more. 

You can no longer tell time anymore. Time is just an abstract concept, as Marc repeatedly leads you by the hand to the brink of orgasm, climbing up that white peak only to abandon you there, pulling away from you to admire the view. 

It’s torture and pleasure all wrapped up in one confusing overwhelming parcel. He takes you to the edge and pulls you back twice more with his hands alone before he adds his mouth into the equation again. Everything is a blur after that, you can't feel the mattress pressed to your back, and you swear you are floating out of your body.

The pleasure slows again, hot and molten until it drips syrupy sweet between your legs onto his tongue. You’ve already given in, don’t try to move without his permission, no resistance left in you and you don’t know why he still hasn’t let you come yet. 

“Marc– Oh God. Please! Just let me—” 

He cuts you off before you’re able to finish your nonsensical blabbering. It’s just as well, in your current state of mind you’re hardly able to string up anything coherent. 

“You asked me, remember? What I wanted. This is it.” Those expressive eyes are burning into yours, predatory and hungry like he is about to devour you whole. “This is what I want. Want to have you falling apart from my fingers. In my mouth. On my cock. Begging.”

All you’re capable of is whining in response, and he keeps talking with that low rasp in his voice. 

“Beg for me, pretty girl. Beg me to make you come.”

You do exactly that. You’re well beyond the point of shame or inhibitions. The only thing left in you that passes for a higher function is your need to come. 

“Fuckfuck, Marc, please. Please just let me come. I need it. Oh God. I need to come.”

"I don't think you do," Marc says, lips curving upwards, as he raises himself onto his knees, "Not yet."

You make a high pitched noise of denial, reaching for him as he moves away, but he ignores you.

"You knew what you were doing when you asked for this." Those deft fingers make quick work of his belt, and he shoves his trousers down over his ample hips before dragging them off entirely. "You came to me, not Steven."

In the mirror, you can see the carved muscles of his arms and back flex as he pulls off his shirt, and then he's naked in front of you, all smooth tanned skin that looks almost golden in your bedroom light. 

"Warned you I wasn’t gonna let you off easy." 

And God, he did. But you can't bring yourself to care when he's looming above you, wrapping one hand around his hard cock that's slick and shiny-wet with pre-come dripping from the flushed tip. You’re practically salivating at the sight of him.

"And I’m not done with you yet.”

Strong fingers circle your ankles, and he yanks you down toward him, under him. Dropping down to cover your body with his, Marc notches the fat tip of his cock at your slick entrance.

You brace yourself for penetration, already anticipating the sweet stretch of him, but it doesn’t come. You roll your hips up, desperately seeking the angle that will get him inside you, unable to understand why he’s not already fucking you. 

“Did you want something, baby?” Marc smirks down at you as you writhe underneath him. He’s clearly enjoying himself, the bastard. “Maybe you should try asking nicely.”

“Please,” you manage to pant out, more needy whine than actual coherent sound.

“Please what?” Marc demands.

“Marc, please,” you whimper.

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.” He’s still wearing that fucking smirk, and he’s gazing down at you expectantly. If you didn’t know any better you might think he really doesn’t know what he’s asking for, but his next words remove all doubt. “You want my cock in you? You’re gonna have to say it for me.”

“Your cock. Want your cock. Need you to fuck me. Need you, Marc. Please.” You force the words out, half pleading, half almost annoyed, but his eyes light up as soon as you start speaking, gleaming with something like pride, but darker, more urgent. The look on his face is captivating.

“That’s my girl.” And then he pushes into you, and you forget about everything except the weight of him inside you.

The first slide as he fills you up with his cock is fucking heaven. A sweet aching stretch that sends pleasure singing out along your every nerve. Your thighs tremble where they bracket his hips, nearly numb with the tingling heat that’s spreading quickly outward. 

You can’t stay still, your body arching against him without any input from you, clenching down around the delicious girth of him, and you swear your eyes roll back in your head, your vision flickering. 

With that infuriating control of his, Marc lets you writhe on his cock for a moment before he pulls back, nearly all the way out. Your hands fly to his shoulder in a desperate attempt to keep him close. All you hear in your ear is a dark chuckle, and then he slams himself back in. It’s so mind-meltingly good your vision darkens and you swear you see fucking stars from it. 

He doesn’t stop. He drives himself into you with harsh, deep thrusts. The pace is hard and fast. Pleasure rockets through you with each press of his hips into yours. It spreads up your stomach, twining along your legs and up your stomach and wrapping your chest in warmth, coalescing into a tight knot of bliss that ratchets tighter with every stroke. You can feel your orgasm building, and you arch up to meet each of his strokes, straining for completion. 

Then he stills. Thrusts deep and holds there, and it’s almost enough. 

Almost...

Would be enough if he would just–

But he doesn’t, and your orgasm starts to slip away. As close as you had been, it feels like torture, and your breath comes out as a sob. You think… you think you might actually be crying this time, tears stinging your eyes at the loss. Anger sparks in your blood. Never mind that you asked for this, wanted this. 

You need to come. 

Your cunt clenches and squeezes around the hardness of his cock and it twitches and jerks in response. Those beautiful eyes of his slam shut, as he bites out a curse. It’s the closest to a loss of control you’ve seen from Marc all evening. 

So you don’t stop doing it, fuck, you don’t think you could will yourself to stop squeezing around him even if you wanted to. Muscles contracting and clutching down in a way that’s beyond your control when you’re rewarded with a half-aborted thrust. You’re not sure if you’re trying to tempt him into fucking you again, or if you’re just that desperate that you think this alone can make you come. Either, both, you don’t even care, too blitzed out on adrenaline and the withdrawal of pleasure. You don’t care how you get it as long as you get to come. 

It’s maddening, your hips are desperately trying to seek some friction that will be enough to push you over, trying to chase your orgasm. Almost—fuck, almost, pleasure shoots through your stomach, sparking along the line of your spine. Even if Marc doesn’t help, you’re sure you can get there by yourself. Your muscles lock tight, and the pleasure hums and sings through your veins. You’re gonna, fuckfuck, you’re gonna— 

Before you can, he pulls out of you, and you cry out, your empty cunt clenching around nothing as you shudder and pant your way through the aching loss. Every nerve screaming for the release he’s denied you. 

"Oh no you don't. That's cheating, pretty girl. You don't get to come that easily."

A sob tears through you, and you don’t even care how pathetic you must sound. “Please, please let me have your cock.” You sound like an actress in a bad porno, but it doesn’t matter how ridiculous you sound if it gets you what you want. 

It seems like your desperate attempt was all for nought. Marc doesn’t move any closer. The look in his eyes, the mischievous curl of his lips tells you that there’s no chance in hell he’s going to give into you. 

"You gonna be a good girl for me? Hold still while I give you my cock?" 

"Yes, Marc. Yes! Please just..." 

"I don't think you are.  Only good girls get fucked like that. Show me you can be a good girl. Show me you can take more for me."

His eyes burn into you, pupils blown so wide that they’re almost pitch black in their intensity. As much as you need to come. As much as you’re sure that you are going to die if he denies you again. You want this more. To be the centre of this man’s attention, the object of his devotion. To have his intense gaze fixed on you like you’re the only thing that exists to him in this moment, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You don’t ever want it to stop. 

You think you understand it now. Why Marc wants you to beg for him this desperately. Why he refuses to let you off easy and won’t give in, stringing out these moments when you are on the precipice of your orgasm, desperate and floundering. Why he’s driving you to this unbearable point only to withhold it from you again and again, even as you’re shamelessly begging for him until your voice is hoarse, each cry burning and scratching in your throat. 

What is begging if not a desperate declaration that you need him? That when you’re both stripped of overthinking, down to your most basic self, until only need and want are left, you need him. 

That’s why he wants to hear you say it now, when he’s worn you down to the point where you have no filter. 

He won’t believe it otherwise. 

Because deep down, Marc fundamentally views himself as someone who is unwanted. This is the one moment, when you’re shameless, needy and blissed out of your mind, with no pretence that he can allow himself to accept otherwise. 

So you meet his dark, greedy gaze, and you give him what he wants.

“Fuck. Marc, please. Want you.” You're panting, barely coherent, but somehow you manage to get the words out. “Please! I need you. Need you to make me come. Please please please, Marc. I want you. Just want you. Please.” 

"I know you do, baby.” He pets a hand across your hair, his eyes soften, and you can see that he actually believes you. “Know you do.”

Pleasure strikes hot and deep as he thrusts back into you. And it’s fucking perfect. That sweet burning ache builds immediately, deep and consuming, and you only want more. You’ve grown addicted to it. To him.

He’s not stopping, hips thrusting into you, and blissful pleasure swirls tight and insistent somewhere deep in your belly. 

This is it. You’re sure of it now, this is it. Marc is going to let you come.  

Your eyes clench shut, too overwhelmed to keep them open as you let the sensation take over. 

And then it stops. 

Again. 

Oh God, you can’t. You’re going to die. This man is actually going to murder you with orgasm denial.

"One more time. Just one more time for me, then I’ll make you come. You can take it for me, baby." His voice is gentle, coaxing. The softness in direct contrast to the way you’re crying and begging now, nearly hysterical. 

“Nononooo, Marc, please. I need– Oh God. I can’t– Please. Please!!”

Despite his promise, he doesn’t move. Holds there, locked deep inside you. You don’t even have it in you to resist or be angry anymore, because you are sure that you have already died and this is hell and you are being punished by some malevolent god. 

Instead, his warm hand comes to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing against the apple of it.

“You alright there, love?”

That’s different. The intonation is different from Marc’s flat one, a valley that rises and falls. You blink. Eyes fluttering open to gentle brown eyes filled with open adoration and so much love. 

Steven… Steven’s here in Marc’s place. 

“You sounded… a bit not good... Did Marc take it too far?” There is genuine worry for you in his eyes as he looks down on you, even though you both know that Marc would never do anything to hurt you. And oh bless. Your sweet Steven heard you begging and crying and has swooped in to save you like a white knight. It makes you wonder how desperate you must have sounded, how loud you must have been crying out for him to think you were truly in distress. 

“Want me to make you come?” Steven asks with such sincerity it makes your heart swell with affection. 

If you weren’t so keyed up, you might stop and explain the situation. If you weren’t so out of it, legs aching with muscle strain from your exertions of being denied over and over again, you might refuse his offer and ask for Marc back.

But you are pushed beyond the point of rational thought. Marc’s stripped you of every conscious thought, until your prefrontal cortex has incinerated any brain cells that may have once been there. Your decision-making skills are shattered. All you care about, all you can think, taste, feel, is your desperate, consuming need to come. 

So you nod, instinctively saying the only word you are capable of saying throughout this evening. 

“Please.” 

Steven breaks out into a beaming smile, boyish and sweet that lights up the whole room with it. 

You reach up and tangle your hand in his hair, pulling him down to you so that you can kiss him hard.

“Steven,” you pant into his open mouth, “Need you to move.”

“Right.” He says decisively and starts to pull out, but then he gasps and his hips immediately stutter into you with an abortive half thrust. He shivers and drops his head down against your collarbone, panting hard, only to raise it again a moment later with a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, sorry,” he murmurs apologetically. “A bit far gone, at the moment I guess. He was closer to the edge than I thought. But let’s see what I can do for you, love."

His hips pull away and a whine leaves your lips, before he thrusts back in—your half-whine turns into a choked dying sound as you feel him deep and hard, filling every inch of you. 

“Fuck, fuck, Steven.”

He groans, hips adjusting his angle, hands pulling greedily into your thighs as he lifts you to him, until he strikes something devastating inside you that has your muscles locking tight in euphoria. It’s like he knows, because he thrusts into you, just like that, again and again with a hard and rough pace. 

His pace falters only for a second as his head whips into the direction of the mirror, catching his own reflection and then he frowns. 

“Just a tick,” Steven mutters, and for some unfathomable, unthinkable reason he slips out of you, moving away from you, one leg already climbing out of the bed. 

The sound that comes from you is inhuman, as you claw and dig your fingernails into the meat of his arm hard enough to break his soft skin. “Steven! No. Don’t stop.”

“Sorry, love. I’m sorry, just— Sorry. Just give me a moment.” He climbs the rest of the way out of bed, and you don’t understand what he’s doing or where he’s going, refusing to ease your grip as he pulls the sheets to drape it over the silver surface of the mirror. 

If you were more coherent, you might spare a moment to consider why Steven is covering up the mirror, but you aren’t. Your mind solely focused on the fact that Steven is going to satisfy the desperate aching need that burns hot in your stomach. To finally give you the climax you’ve been denied so many times. 

He climbs back into the bed hurriedly, almost snagging himself against the covers. Then he’s back, notching himself at your entrance and slides all the way inside, until he’s flush against your hips. The reassuring heat of his skin pressed alongside every inch of yours as he grinds his cock deep. Sparks of heat lick your spine as he grinds into that perfect spot. 

It doesn’t last long. Edged as you have been, brought to the precipice of your orgasm again and again until you’ve lost your mind with the pleasure and torture of it, it doesn’t take long at all. You can already feel the telltale sign of warmth pooling in your belly, spreading outwards. 

Steven doesn’t stop. You know he won’t. Steven is always desperate to please you, doesn’t have it in him to deny you of anything, and you love him for it. His hips slam into you, again and again, with a frantic pace, deep and indulgent, just like you need him to.

You want to tell him that it’s good. Perfect. Praise him for always taking care of you, but you can’t form the words. All you can do is cling to him as everything inside you ratchets higher, tighter, so much more intense after being denied for so long.

Pleasure spills and spills, flaring out against every inch of your skin, flooding your senses. It’s chaotic and too much, bright spots blinding your vision as you come, harder than you ever have in your life. 

Steven still isn’t stopping, pushing deep into you as his thrust doesn’t slow its momentum. You try to ride out the pleasure, bucking your hips as you grind up against him, but it won’t stop. Oh fuck—it’s not stopping. “Steven, Steven—I’m… fuck I’m—” The blinding bliss spikes through your blood, hot and piercing. You’re not sure if it’s the start of a second more intense orgasm or if your first just never ended. It’s all blissful heat and sharp-edged pleasure, spearing throughout your body until it erupts in your veins. 

It’s pitiful the way you’re sobbing, whining and keening for him, as he continues relentlessly with his strokes, until you feel him spill into you with a broken gasp. 

Maybe it’s because you’re so completely overcome or maybe you’ve lost your sense of time, but it feels like he comes for ages, body tense and heaving above you. Finally, he stills, collapsing down onto you, and you lay there like that for a long moment, panting into each other’s skin. 

Eventually, Steven bestirs, lifting himself up on an elbow to grin down at you.

“That was… Wow. I mean, that was amazing, is what that was. You’re amazing.” He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead and lips and then moves away from you. 

Even as over-sensitive as you are, you barely flinch as he withdraws. Instead, you feel sleepy and sated, reality gone blurry and faded at the edges, and you struggle to keep your eyes open. 

You blink, and then Steven is there. He has a warm, damp cloth that he uses to gently wipe you down, murmuring quiet praise and affection all the while. You drift off with the cotton-soft sound of his voice in your ears.

By the time he rejoins you in bed, you’re dead to the world.  

You wake up to the morning sun filtering through your bedroom window. Muscles still aching from the previous night, you stretch and open your eyes, only to meet dark eyes bearing down on your sleeping form. 

Marc does not look happy. 

His eyes are narrowed, brows drawn with more than just his perpetual semi-frown. His gaze is intense. If you didn’t know him as intimately as you do, you would describe it as intimidating. 

“Took you long enough to wake up,” he says, with an unmistakably sarcastic drawl that tells you you’re in trouble. “Steven must have really worn you out.” 

Climbing out of the bed, he walks over to the mirror, movements brusque as he tugs the sheet off. Once the silver reflection reveals itself, he turns back to you, pulling at your ankle to drag you to the end of the bed, before he settles himself back onto the mattress. 

With one strong arm, he lifts you up and into his lap, handling you like a weightless ragdoll to position you where he wants you to be. He manoeuvres you until you’re sitting in his lap, leaning back against his chest, and pulls you back until he’s pressed tight against your back and you’re both facing the mirror. 

His hand wraps around your throat, and even though there’s hardly any pressure, your pulse jumps excitedly to meet his thumb resting against the hollow of your throat. Tilting your face to his, he licks into your mouth, claiming it thoroughly. Possessive, hard. He doesn't let go until you’re out of breath. 

“I wasn’t done with you when Steven interrupted. Guess that means we have to do it all over again, baby.” He narrows his eyes at himself in the mirror. “And I’m not tagging out this time. You hear me, Steven.” 

You can see Marc observing you in the mirror. That dark hungry gaze reflected back at you. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t try to snap himself out of it. Fully allowing himself to give in to the bare primal need in him without restraint. 

“You remember what I told you last night?” he whispers into your ear, and his breath fans hot and burning against your hairline. “Still not gonna let you off easy.” 

One hand skates alongside the inside of your thighs, nudging your legs with his knees as he spreads you open, putting you on a debauched naked display for the mirror.

For Steven.

For Marc. 

“Make sure you beg real pretty for Steven and me this time,” he taunts, and his fingers part your slick folds, spreading you wide and glistening in the mirror and making a depraved display of you.  

Excitement buzzes in your blood. You knew full well there was going to be a consequence when you asked Steven to make you come. That you weren’t going to escape without repercussions. But that’s alright. You’ll take whatever punishment that Marc deemed fit. No holds barred, nothing but joy and excitement singing in your veins as Marc decides to take from you exactly he wants. 

It’s just what you wanted. 

Dedication and Credits

To my eternally suffering co-pilot @thirstworldproblemss for spending her incredibly busy time clowning around with me and my horny self. For being the best co-writer any gal can ask for. For being the absolute best partner ping-ponging ideas, sharing one single brain cells and sharing brain-wave transmission. For looking at a wonky sentence I wrote that I am about to yeet out, and knowing exactly what I actually wanted to say (even though that's not what I wrote) and fixing it with her sheer brilliance and genuis. For just being shrimply the best.

To my no.1 comic gal, @radiowallet with her endless support and advice. Your big beautiful brain is my favourite encyclopedia and you are the best. Check out her amazing story Funny Girl, featuring Dieter Bravo from the Bubble, a pitch perfect that makes me feel like I am on the set of SNL.

To my dinowhore @jazzelsaur as I am serenading Goodbye to you by Michelle Branch for her departed puth. Check her insanely, envy-inducingly good masterpiece Stay on the Screenplay featuring Dieter Bravo from the Bubble. It is Hollywood angst at its best.

To my parachute buddy @the-ginger-hedge-witch for the encouragement and helping me fix my tattered pieces. Her legendary: The Crush featuring everyone's favorite emotionally blocked DEA agent Javier Peña are the things that dreams are made of.

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Novacane 3// Matt Murdock X Dark! Reader

CW: THIS IS A DARK FIC. This is part 3. Reminder READER is bat shit crazy and does some really bad things including but not limited to stalking, kidnapping, manipulation, drugging, and blackmail. If that isn't something you are into please keep scrolling. Minors DO NOT INTERACT. Part 1 Part 2

After you had knocked Karen out, you panicked. You were able to drag her out the back of your apartment building to your car without being caught. You drove to the abandoned storage units down the street. You found one that had some furniture and dragged her into it placing her on the old sofa before going to lock to the storage unit

"Fuck!" You screamed again for like the tenth time that night.

You didn't want to hurt Karen she was still your friend but she could ruin everything you worked so hard for. You noticed her starting to trying to open her eyes. You moved over to her to help her sit up.

“Y/N?” She noticed you as she came to. “ Where am I?” She reached up to feel the warm blood on the back of her head.

“What’s going on? Where am I? Did you hit me?” Her memory came flooding back.

“Karen calm down. I can explain,” You tried calming her down but she ran away from you

“You’re crazy! You stalked Matt! You hit me over the head with a wine bottle. You are unstable” She shouted at you from the corner of the 5X5 storage unit.

“I panicked! You found out everything I can't let you tell Matt. I'll lose him,” You tried to reason with her

“You should! Everything is built on a lie! You tricked me. You used me to get to Matt! I put him right in the hands of a psychopath! Oh my gosh” She started crying “Are you going to kill me?”

You rolled your eyes at her. “I’m not a killer, Karen. I just bought you here to to try and convince you to forget what you saw,”

She laughed “Are you crazy! I’m telling Matt as soon as I see him!”

You got closer to her until your bodies were only a few inches apart “You’re really willing to ruin his relationship with no evidence? He’s going to think you’re jealous it’s only going to push him farther from you or he'll hate you. Do you really want that?"

“You have plenty of evidence,” She referred to the chest that was in your closet

“You really think I’d leave it in my apartment after this? It’s already been taken care of. So go tell Matt about this but I’ll deny everything. You have no proof any of this was me. The cameras at the apartment complex have been out for months, everything is your word against mine. And from a medical standpoint, it looks like you hit your head on my coffee table when you fall,”

She scoffed in disbelief.

“If you want to get out of here you’ll listen to me. You won’t tell Matt any of this. You’ll go back to Vermont before he gets back. You’ll never contact me, him, foggy or tell anybody about this. Or you can live in this storage unit for however long you survive. The choice is yours Ms. Page,”

“And what’s stopping me from going to the police once i get to Vermont?”

You chuckled but hold up a video of her shooting and killing James Wesley. She flinched as she watched the video

“Do we have an agreement Ms. Page?” You asked holding out your hand.

She shook your hand. “Good. Now be a good girl while I go pack your stuff you’ll leave in the morning.

You locked the storage unit behind you before hurrying home. You made your way upstairs to your apartment where Foggy was banging on your door.

"Foggy? What are you doing here?" You looked terrified.

You hadn't had time to clean up your apartment after the incident and you weren't sure if you had blood on the floor.

"There you are! Where's Karen she texted Matt like 3 hours ago saying there was an emergency. I've tried calling both of you but I couldn't get an answer. Where is Karen?"

"She didn't tell you? She just got word that her great Aunt Susan passed she's going back to Vermont. They left her a house in the will or something she's heading to the airport now," You thought of a lie on the spot

"She left without saying goodbye? She said she tried calling you and Matt but you didn't answer. I think she's hiding something but I don't want to pry. She seemed weird all night. She was kind of scaring me," You added on

The look on Foggy's face was sympathetic. He looked like he believed you. So you kept going.

"She told me not to contact her. I think she might be really upset. ," You hugged him for comfort.

You heard his phone ring in his pocket. He pulled away from you to answer it. You heard frantic muffled screams from the other end of the phone.

"Whoa, slow down, dude she's right here. Karen went back to Vermont and told y/n not to contact her anymore I think she's going through something." He paused to listen to Matt

"Everything is fine. I think we should wait for her to call us. If she's grieving she might just want to be left alone for a while," He paused again before handing you over the phone.

"Hi, Matty," A sigh of relief washed over him when he heard your voice. "I'm sorry. When Karen rushed out of the apartment I just followed her without thinking to grab my phone. I think she's going to be okay. I'll call you later... I love you too," The line went silent.

You handed Foggy back his phone. The two of you apologized to each other and went your separate ways for the night. You unlocked your door and walked into the apartment. There were a few drops of blood near the closet and a small smear on the blankets you had set on the floor. You locked the door behind you and started to clean up everything. You scrubbed the floor with bleach and threw the blankets in the wash. You returned your apartment to how it looked before the events of that night happened. The time was around 1 am and you knew that you had to get Karen out and back to Vermont before the sun came up. You ordered Karen the first flight back to Vermont. You stopped by her house and grabbed her passport and a few other things and threw them in a carry-on.

"You're on flight 368. Gate 4H. Your ID is in your backpack," You looked over at her in your passager seat.

"Promise me You won't hurt Matt, and I'll go and never look back," She pleaded

"Karen you might not believe me but I really do love him. I really do love you too. You were one of my only friends. I didn't want to do this but it had to be done. I can't risk losing him I'd never hurt him. You have my word,"

"Goodbye, (Y/N)," She said getting out of the car and walking into the airport.

She looked back one more time before she disappeared from view.

A few months passed and none of you had heard anything from Karen. She had kept her word. Matt was back from his trip and everything was back to normal for the most part minus Karen being gone. Matt and Foggy were still sending her text and leaving her voicemails which she ignored which was a good sign that she had cut ties like you asked. Nelson and Murdock had been getting a lot of business and without a Karen there to help it was hard to keep up with everything. So they hired you as their secretary.

"Ready for lunch?" Matt asked poking his head out of his office.

You nodded before locking your computer and grabbing your things.

The two of you walked out of the office holding hands. The sun hit his face perfectly making him look more handsome than ever. You looked up at him and smiled. The red tint in his glasses reflected on his face. You couldn't imagine what would ever happen if he found out everything you did.

"You alright, love?" He asked feeling you staring at him

"Of course couldn't be happier"

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Novacane 2// Matt Murdock X Dark! Reader

CW: THIS IS A DARK FIC. This is part 2. Reminder READER is bat shit crazy and does some really bad things including but not limited to stalking, kidnapping, manipulation, drugging, and blackmail. If that isn't something you are into please keep scrolling. Minors DO NOT INTERACT. Part 1 3

It has been about 2 months since you and Matt officially started dating. You had stopped with your shrine to Matt and was finally seeing him as a person instead of a prize. He wasn't the person you had thought he'd be. He was way more than what you could find in any article about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen or his Linkin page. You didn't plan on telling him that you knew he was Daredevil or how you made it so that you two would meet. It was difficult not mentioning anything about Daredevil when he showed up for date night with a new scar every time. You fully planned on not telling him you knew, until; he crawled into your apartment covered in blood and bruises last night in his daredevil costume before passing out. Luckily the one thing you didn't lie about was wanting to be a doctor. That was before you got kicked out of school for showing signs of being "mentally unstable"

You got his suit off before patching up his wounds and cleaning him up. You made sure his heart rate and everything was fine before basically dragging his large frame into your bed. You stayed up all night watching him making sure he was okay. When he finally came to it was morning. You were tired and so worried you couldn't even be mad at him.

"(Y/N)?" He rolled over with his eyes still closed

"I'm right here, Matty" You reached out your hand to him which he took.

He looked at you with tears in his eyes. You could tell he was about to say something.

"Save it. We'll talk after we get back from the hospital,"

You grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt for him to put on. He set up slowly.

"I can't go to the hospital. They'll start asking questions," he protested

"You're a blind guy in Hell's Kitchen. You were mugged, and you tried to fight back but he had a knife. Those cuts are pretty deep and I can't do stitches. You need to go to the ER and make sure you aren't bleeding internally. You're not fighting me on this, Matthew. Get dressed, we're leaving now." You gave him no time to argue with you.

You ordered a cab and waited downstairs until Matt came down. He was walking with a limp but he was walking and that's more than you can say he was doing last night. You weren't upset that he was hurt because you knew his secret but you were upset at how badly he was hurt. You never expected it to be that bad. You stood on the sidewalk with your arms crossed and tears forming in your eyes. Matt tried to put his arm around you to comfort you but you moved away from him.

"Don't. Just don't Matt,"

"Y/N please don't do this." He pleaded "I should have told you but involving you would only put you in danger and I can't live with that,"

"And what would I have done if you died in my doorway last night, Matt? I just got used to you being here I can't lose you now," The tears that were building up in your eyes were now falling down your cheeks

Matt pulled you into a hug but just held onto you while you let your emotions out.

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, sweetheart. Don't worry. Okay? Look at me," He lifted your face and whipped your tears. " You're not getting rid of me that easily," he kissed your forehead

"I can't believe it's been 6 months. It feels like we just met yesterday," Karen lifted her glass toast " Happy 6 months guys. I hope you guys are together forever." The 4 of you tapped their glasses together before taking a sip of their drink.

The gang was out celebrating another successful case on the night of you and Matt's 6 month-versary which Karen and Foggy were making a big deal out of for some reason.

"Thank you guys but I'm going to call it a night. I have a flight in the morning." Matt got up to pay his tab.

"Yeah, I have a hot 'date' tonight I should be heading out too," Foggy followed close behind.

"When is he going to realize that we know that a hot date means his hooking up with someone he barely knows," Karen said causing the two of you to laugh.

"At least he won't be alone this weekend," You joked back.

"Aw, this is the first weekend the two of you have been apart in months isn't it?"

You nodded in response

"How about we have a girl's weekend just the 2 of us at your fancy new apartment,"

Karen had slowly become your best friend. Over the last few months the two of you would talk on the phone for hours, and she'd come to watch movies with you and send each random videos on TikTok.

"That sounds fun! I think we should do it. Bring the snacks and ill bring the drinks,"

"Great! Tomorrow at 5 sound good?" Karen asked excitedly

"Yeah. This is my first girl's night ever. I can't wait," The smile on your face is way bigger than before. You didn't have many friends growing up and you finally felt like you had someone.

"I'm fine. Karen will be here in a few minutes. I'm still setting everything up," You talked to Matt on the phone as you set up the living room for your girl's night.

"That's great, babe. I'm happy for you. I'll call later to check on you. I just checked in. Love you," He hung up the phone.

On cue, Karen knocked on the door before walking in. She had been over so often she wasn't considered company anymore.

"Wow, it looks really nice in here," Karen handed you the bag before hugging you.

You had gone a little overboard with decorating and made it look like every sleepover scene you had seen on tv growing up.

"Thanks I wanted it to be memorable. I'll pour us some drinks and pop us some popcorn you can pick a movie," You left Karen in the living room while you walked to the kitchen.

Karen chose a random romcom before getting antsy and started looking around at the pictures you had on the wall and your different decoctions. She smiled at the pictures of you and Matt hanging up. She always thought the two of you were perfect for each other and was happy she had a part in the two of you meeting.

"Hey, can you get the blankets and pillows out of the closet by the door," You shouted from the kitchen?

Karen walked towards the closet before responding to you. After removing the blankets from the top of the grey chest she got curious. She sat everything down on the sofa and walked back to the closet. She unlocked the gold lock before lifting the lid. The hundreds of pictures of Matt sleeping, eating, and out with foggy and so many different articles about Daredevil. She looked over the different details of the pictures and the random coffee mug that was in a bag labeled 'Matt's mug'. She started thinking it was a little weird how obsessed you were with your boyfriend but she didn't think too much about it until she found your diary. It was full of entries about how you had been stalking Matt for months and how you tricked Karen into helping you two meet.

"Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," Karen kept repeating over and over to herself as she took her phone out to text Matt.

'Matt, call me it's an emergency.' she sent the message before putting her phone back in her pocket.

She put the diary back and tried to put everything back in the chest before you came back. She closed the chest and tried to get out of the closet. She turned around to be faced with you holding a bottle of wine.

"I was just-" She started nervously

"It's a shame I really liked you, Karen Page," You said before hitting her over the head with the wine bottle knocking her out cold.

Her body went limp on the floor. You checked her pulse to make sure she was still breathing. Luckily she was.

"Damn it!" You shouted angry that you had to get rid of the only friend you ever had.

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Novacane// Matt Murdock X Dark! Reader

CW: THIS IS A DARK FIC. If that is not something you are into please scroll. Mentions of Drugging, Drugs, Kidnapping, stalking, and a lot of really not-good things. I always read dark character fic and was trying to do a little spin and have the reader bat shit crazy hope you enjoy it. MINORS DNI. Part 2 3

You watched the video on your phone over and over again. The devil of hell's kitchen was back and better than ever. You watched as he fought the man the news was calling "The Punisher". His body in that tight suit was enough you make anyone swoon without even seeing his face. He was tall and slender yet muscular, he had to be the way he was tossing another grown man around like a doll. You wanted him and would do anything to determine who he was. It took about a week of examing the videos of him online to realize the eyes in his suit were covered meaning he either didn't want to see or couldn't. How he would stand still during battle almost like he was listening for something rather than looking helped you narrow your search for a tall, muscular, blind man in his early 30s. By this time, the punisher was captured, and word about his legal team had gotten out. Nelson and more importantly, Murdock.

"Thank you guys so much for taking my case with everything going on now with that punisher guy I'm assuming it's pretty busy around here," You thanked Karen

Once you made the connection linking Matt to Daredevil it was smooth sailing from there. First, figure out how to get a case for them to take. Luckily your landlord had been refusing to fix the air in your apartment while simultaneously raising your rent which from your research was right up Nelson and Murdock's ally. Second, somehow get them to take a case in the height of the case of the century. That is where Karen came in. A super sweet girl has a soft spot for women in trouble. Worked like a charm.

"Of course, this should be a pretty open-and-shut case. Foggy is great with these types of things," She said handing you a clipboard to fill out paperwork.

"Hm Foggy? Is he the blind one?" You asked already knowing the answer

"No that would be Matt," She corrected handing you a pen.

You started filling out the paperwork trying not to raise any suspension

"Oh I just think it's awesome how he a blind lawyer. I'm going blind in my right eye so it's refreshing to see how blind people don't let their disable stop them," You lied trying to see if you could hit another soft spot in Karen. "He's like an inspiration. I want to be a doctor,"

You saw a sweet smile come across her face. Bingo you had her in the palm of your hand.

"You know, he'll be here in about 45 minutes if you wanted to take your time on that paperwork and meet him," she offered

"Oops," You dropped the paperwork on purpose buying you a few extra minutes.

Karen laughed and chatted with you while you did the paperwork.

"I'm sorry, you didn't get to meet Matt the other day. He tends you disappear most days," Karen apologized as she took a sip of her drink.

You had made friends with Karen. Which wasn't hard she was actually really nice and you had a few things in common. She had invited you out to drink with her and Foggy at the Josie's.

"It's okay. I'm sure I'll meet him soon,"

The truth was you were tired of waiting and you were determined to meet him that night.

"Thank you guys for inviting me out. I don't have many friends since moving here," You lied again.

"Of course," Foggy spoke up. " Who says you can't be friends with your clients," He joked knowing he and Karen had become close friends after they defended her case.

The 3 of you spent the rest of the night drinking and playing pool. You were 3 shots and 2 mixed drinks in when you heard the sound of tapping heading your way. Your head faced the direction the sound was coming from and you laid eyes on him for the first time. He was much taller in person.

"Hey Matt, over here," Foggy said waving him over.

Without missing a beat he walked over to the three of you. Once in front of Foggy he stopped and whispered something to him.

"Oh, this is our new client, (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Matt Murdock," You reached out to shake his hand when you realized you were drunker than you thought.

You stumbled forward, falling into him. "Woah you okay," he asked

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I think I had too much to drink," You regained your balance. " Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," He shook your hand.

The two of your hands are still locked together. You stared at him finally seeing the man you had been obsessed with for the last few months. You had obviously caught his attention too because he was staring back even though he couldn't see you.

"Nice to meet you too," He said breaking the silence between the two of you.

"Okay well. I'm going to walk Karen home. Can you make sure (Y/N gets home safely, please?" Foggy asked holding up an equally drunk Karen.

"Of course, Foggy. Be safe you two." Matt insured him

You watched as Foggy and Karen leave the bar, leaving just you and Matt.

"I'm sorry you missed all the fun," You stood in front of the door of your apartment building.

"Oh don't apologize. Foggy and Karen seem to be very fond of you I'm sure we will have more time to catch up,"

"I would really like that Matt," You said earning a smile from him. "Do you want to come up for a drink since you didn't get to have one? And I can call you a cab they hardly come around here this time of night," You offered hoping he'd take the bait.

"I would love to,"

Perfect. You unlocked the door and led the way up to your apartment. You flicked the light on as you walked in, Matt was not far behind.

"Sorry about the mess I wasn't expecting company," You apologized

"It's alright it's not like I can see it anyway," he joked.

"Oh gosh, sorry was that insensitive"

He laughed before reassuring you it wasn't. The two of you made your way to the living room. You showed him to the couch before walking to the bar area to make him a drink.

"I hope a vodka soda is okay because that's all I have," You joked handing it to him.

"Uh yeah. Of course. Thank you again,"

"So how long have you known Foggy and Karen?" You asked trying to make conversation.

The two of you talked for hours only being interrupted when you noticed the sun had started to rise.

"Shoot, Matt, it's almost 6am," You said grabbing the cups from the coffee table and taking them to the kitchen.

"Hey, it's alright. I'll just be a little late for work. I'm sure Foggy and Karen will understand, "He explained getting up and grabbing his jacket.

"Of course, they've been really sweet to me these last few days. It was really nice to finally meet you, Matt," You walked him over to the door.

"We should really do this again. I had a lot of fun," He said standing next to the unopened door.

"Maybe next time we'll go back to your place, Mr. Murdock." You teased.

"I think I like it better over here actually," He grabbed your waist pulling you closer until you could feel his breath on your lips.

"I think I like you better over here too actually," You said flustered

You were glad he couldn't see your face because you would be embarrassed at how hard you were blushing right now. He leaned in for a kiss which you dodged.

"Sorry, Mr. Murdock, I don't kiss on the first date. Meet me back here after work and you might get that kiss," You pushed him back by his chest.

"Well, I guess I'll be back tonight," He said before kissing you on the forehead and leaving.

You smiled to yourself before locking the door behind him. As much as you wanted to kiss Matt you knew you had to wait. You didn't want to come off too strong and scare him. You made your way over to the kitchen where you had put the coffee mugs. You grabbed the one Matt used and dropped it in a ziplock bag before walking over to the grey and gold treasure chest you keep in your closet. You open the top of the chest where you kept all your research on Matt, along with pictures and now the mug he used to drink coffee out of. A smile crept onto your face as you closed the lid to your private tribute to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen and locked it, knowing soon he'd be yours

"Ruling in favor of the Plaintiff, the court dismissed," The judge banged the gavel on the bench before getting up.

Matt and Foggy both hugged you as your case came to a close. After 2 long months, you guys had built a perfect case. You just wanted your air fixed but in the end, you were able to move to an updated apartment free of charge and were able to keep the same rent payments as before. The court cleared out only leaving the 4 of you.

"Thank you guys so much! You two make a really good team. Celebration at my new apartment whenever I move in," The 3 of you laughed with Karen joining in from the gallery. "Well how about drinks tonight at Josie's, my treat," Matt spoke up.

"Ouu carefully, Ms. (Y/L/N), I think your boyfriend is trying to impress us," Froggy joked.

"He is very charming," You smiled up at him as he pulled you into a side hug kissing you on the top of the head.

"Let's get out of here. I really want to go change out of this dress," Karen spoke up

"Uh yeah. We will meet you guys in like an hour," You said

"More like 2 hours," Matt nudged you

Foggy and Karen both groaned in unison. Not far behind the two of you as you exited the courtroom.

"You are one kick-ass lawyer," You said undoing Matt's tie. You noticed a cut on his neck.

You of course knew it was from his nights as DareDevil but he doesn't know that so you had to play the role of confused girlfriend.

"Hey, what's this" He grabbed your hand before it reached the scar

"Uh, I'm actually not sure. I run into a lot of stuff. You know with the whole being blind thing," He joked

You laughed along as you undid the buttons on his shirt.

"You gotta be more careful, Matt, can't have my 'boyfriend' getting all banged up" you quoted Foggy from earlier

"I'm sorry, I had told Foggy things between us were getting a little more serious. I hope you don't mind"

"Of course not. I was hoping I wasn't imagining it," the two of you laughed

"So will you be my girlfriend?" He asked as he lifted your shirt over your head.

"Duh Murdock," You stood on your toes to kiss him.

He picked you up wrapping your legs around him. He laid you down on the bed before undoing his belt

[fakefanofmarvel]

just rebloging again 💕

｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 (𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗) ｡˚ ೃ࿔₊•

** 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜**

**𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚎; 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍**

—☆ || * 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 || ! 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 || !! 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 || ♡ 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 || ☔︎ 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

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—☆ 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 | 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑, 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 | ☔︎

—☆ 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 | 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 | ☔︎ ♡

—☆ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 | 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢/𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢. 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 | ♡

—☆ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚗 | 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 | ☔︎ ♡

—☆ 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝 | 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚍 | ♡

—☆ 𝚠𝚎'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 | 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛; 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 | ☔︎ ♡

—☆ 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 | 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 21𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚜𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 | !

—☆ 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 | 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛. 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑���� 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚎. 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 | !

—☆ 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍 | 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑'𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖. 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 | *

—☆ 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚜 | 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 | ! ♡

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｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• @lovleylanii ｡˚ ೃ࿔₊•

—☆ 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 | 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 | ☔︎ ♡

—☆ 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 | 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝. 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎. 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 | ☔︎

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｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• @bri3ll3 ｡˚ ೃ࿔₊•

—☆ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 | 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 | ♡

—☆ 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕 | 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚙 | ☔︎

—☆ 𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 | 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚙 | ♡

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｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• @specialk-18 ｡˚ ೃ࿔₊•

—☆ 𝚖𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝚖𝚊𝚗 | 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝-𝚜𝚘-𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍-𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎-𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚑𝚎𝚢-𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 | ☔︎ ♡ *

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｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• @fakefanofmarvel ｡˚ ೃ࿔₊•

—☆ 𝚋𝚛𝚘 | 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢/𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 '𝚋𝚛𝚘' 𝚊𝚗𝚍 '𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎' | ♡

—☆ 𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚋𝚢𝚎 | 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 | ☔︎ ♡

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｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• @blackgirlsimagines ｡˚ ೃ࿔₊•

—☆ 𝚞𝚙, 𝚞𝚙, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 | 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 | ♡

—☆ 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜 | 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎. 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝-𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘-𝚎𝚍. 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 | ♡

—☆ 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 | 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢; 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 | ☔︎ ♡

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｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• @supremethunda ｡˚ ೃ࿔₊•

—☆ 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛' 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎! 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• @tomdiddlyumptious ｡˚ ೃ࿔₊•

—☆ 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 | 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 | *

—☆ 𝚏𝚠𝚋 | 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚠𝚋 | *

—☆ 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 | 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 | ♡

—☆ 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 | 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚞𝚙 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎| ♡

—☆ 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 | 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 | ♡

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｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• @foshoto-todoroki ｡˚ ೃ࿔₊•

—☆ 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 | 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜, 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 ��𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘 | ☔︎ ♡

—☆ 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜 | 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 | ! ♡

—☆ 𝚒'𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 | 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚙 | ♡

—☆ 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 | ☔︎ ♡

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｡˚ ೃ࿔₊• 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜 ｡˚ ೃ࿔₊•

—☆ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚞𝚜 | 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚘𝚋!𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 | @basicjetsetter | * !!

—☆ 𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 | 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 | @blackfanaticsreblog | ☔︎ ♡

—☆ 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 | @ackermanc4msl4t-inactive | ♡

—☆ 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 | 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 | @alloftheimaginess | ♡

—☆ 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚢'𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 | @bubbleteaimagines | ♡

—☆ 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 | 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚐𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 | @c-nstantine | ♡

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** 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎: 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 **

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Blind Date// Bucky BranesXBlack!Reader

*Knock Knock*

The sound of knocking filled your studio apartment. It was a Friday night and instead of doing your regular routine of going home to watch youtube with your cat you were getting ready for a blind date. Your brother Sam had made it his mission since you and your ex had broken up to get you back in the dating world. This was the 3 blind date he had set you up on in the last few weeks. You had to admit he was right. After all, it had been 9 months since the two of you had split. You weren't trying to get back into the dating world but you knew you had to eventually if you wanted to settle down and get married.

You finished up the finishing touches on your make up before making your way to the front door to greet your date for the evening. You could believe Sam gave him your address so he most really trust this guy. You opened the door to reveal your neighbor James from down the hall.

"Oh hey James. I'm kind of busy right now. Is it important?" You asked inviting him in thinking you had a little more time to get ready.

The two of you weren't the best of friends but if you needed someone to watch youtube with besides Bean, your cat, he would also take you up on the offer.

"Yes actual. Um you look great by the way. Sam said you always dress really nice when you go out," That's when it clicked

"You're my blind date aren't you?"

He just smiled and nodded.

"Sam said my dates name was Bucky?"

"James 'Bucky' Barnes, in the flesh," He joked "Hey if this is too weird we don't have to go out,"

"Of course not im way less nervous now. Plus you are kind of cute," You teased

You had always thought Bucky was extremely cute but in a boy next door type of way. You never actually thought you guys would be going on a date but you definitely weren't complaining

"You are as well Ms. Wilson. If you're ready our chariot awaits," He reached out you grab your hand.

The two of you walked downstairs to the parking garage to get Bucky's motorcycle.

"Glad I decided on jeans and not the skirt," You joked as he handed you the helmet.

"I hadn't even thought about that," He laughed

"So where to?" You asked wrapping your hands around his waist and you mounted the bike.

"It's a surprise," Bucky said before starting the bike and riding off with you holding on.

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All the writers leaving due to lack of interaction makes me really sad. Readers pls if you like something u read, pls pls pls reblog it or at least leave a comment or an anonymous ask to the writer talking about what you liked abt their fic. It only takes a moment but to the writer, it means a lot.

And to those who do reblog and leaves comments, you guys are amazing. Thank u for taking time to give feedback

[fakefanofmarvel]

Yes Sir // Matt Murdock X Reader

CW: Brat/Brat Tamer relationship, Mentions of Nsfw, Dom Matt, Pretty kinky. Minors DNI

The word left your lips faster than you could register what you said. All you knew was that Matt had demanded you get dressed but you didn't want to go sit at some boring dinner with him and a bunch of lawyers. To say Matt is a little dominant would be correct and to say you were a brat wouldn't exactly be an understatement. Which made your relationship interesting, to say the least

"What did you just say to me?" He asked through gritted teeth.

You sit on the couch in silence trying to think of a way to get out of trouble with your boyfriend. He towered over you, waiting for a response.

"I can hear your heartbeat increasing so I'm assuming you said exactly what I think you said," He tilted his head to the side running his index finger across your cheek down to your chin tilting your head up to look at him. "Stand up,"

Within seconds you were on your feet, face to face with your boyfriend.

"First things first, you're going to go in there and put on that lovely velvet red dress Karen dropped off for you and you're going to get all dolled up so that you will be the prettiest girl at this restaurant. Then we are going to go and when we get there you will be the most well behave good girl that I know you can be. But if you act up I will punish you when we get back home but if you're a good girl I will fuck you like the princess you are. Do I make myself clear, baby girl?" He said in a sexy stern voice.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard Matt's words. He always knew how to make you do exactly what he wanted when he wanted it.

"Yes Matty," You said

And you knew exactly how to make him weak in the knees. When it came to Matt he had the most significant soft spot for you and it didn't take much for you to get him to ease up on you. A simple "Matty" works every time.

He let out a heavy sigh. "Y/N, be a good girl for me tonight, Okay?" His tone had changed entirely.

"Yes, sir," You said with a smile knowing you had won.

You kissed him on the cheek before running off to the bedroom to get dressed for the dinner you still didn't want to go to.

"Oh," You stopped in your tracks hearing Matt's voice. " Next time you tell me no, I won't be so nice, darling."

You smiled to yourself knowing exactly what he meant and you didn't mind at all. "Punishment" with Matt Murdock was never punishment at all.

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Valkyrie in the MCU

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Hawkeye was literally in New York while peter was fighting bitches from a different universe in NWH and you telling me he just continued to help Kate put her mother in jail

the rest of avengers when the world is in danger but its not their movie

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NSFW will be tagged as #lemon sorta NSFW is #Lime Weird fet shit/ extreme NSFW is #orange reblog to spread awareness that we’re back on the citrus scale

[fakefanofmarvel]

wanna be yours

tom holland x reader

prompt - tom jokingly puts his name on your wifi password and gets connected....

a/n : my exam today went not so well but its okay, it was just one exam ill do better in the next one! this was orginally written for peter parker but it just wont show in tags :( so i changed it for tom <3

warnings - none

masterlist+taglist | requests closed till 1st jan

"hey y/n" tom said walking in the hallway between yours and his apartment.

"oh hey tom! you're back early today" you replied standing at the door of your apartment as an unknown lady worked on something inside.

"yeah, didn't really have much work today." he said, slightly tilting his head to get a better view of what's going on in your apartment.

"oh that's nice" you smiled

"yeah, anyway, you getting something fixed?" he asked eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"just getting wifi set up" you replied

"oh about time now you'll stop using mine." he joked, chuckling

"oh c'mon!" you exclaimed

"uh excuse me miss y/n?" the lady working, called out

"uh i'll see you around!" you said as you rushed inside your apartment.

"yeah!" tom replied fumbling with his keys as he struggled to open his door.

"i just need you to put your password now! make sure it's good people love free wifi." the lady said as she handed you your phone back.

"yeah of course" you replied shrugging and put in the password, the lady was peeping over your phone and nodded her head in disbelief. "what" you retorted

"nothing." she replied, "my works done here, if you have any problems feel free to call"

"yeah, of course" you smiled.

"that will be thirty dollars."

"ugh yeah, yeah hang on" you spoke walking to your room.

"here" you said handing them the money, "thank you"

"of course, it's my job" she smiled.

-

"fuck" tom said finally opening his door, "stupid fucking keys" he said slamming his door shut.

"she looked so pretty today" tom whispered to himself as he walked towards the kitchen, "so pretty."

tom had liked you for awhile now. he liked how you always greeted him with a smile. he liked how you always bought him baked goods. he liked how you always asked him about his day and he liked how you hugged him. he thought you were the prettiest girl ever. he thought the way your eyes looked under the sun was simply magical. he thought the color of your lips was the most beautiful and he thought your laughter was sunshine: warm and comforting.

you know how the sun brings back not only light but also new life, and hope and freshness to man spread upon the busy, crowded city all clear and radiant glory and it just makes you feel so incredibly full of life? that was what she meant to tom, she was the source of his greatest bliss.

just how a flower can't bloom without sunshine, tom can't live without her.

smiling to himself tom got up and decided to get some work done, he picked up his laptop, started it and just for a second thought about connecting to your wifi.

he could just ask to for your password, you would have even given it to him but what's the fun in it, right?

chuckling to himself he clicked on your wifi connection which was your name.

"hmm what could the password be" he spoke to himself, eyebrows furrowed together.

he entered '1234' and your birth date but neither worked.

"what if..." he said, fingers mere inches away from his keyboard, "no way it won't work." he laughed, "of course it won't work."

he sat in silence or a moment.

"fuck it." he whispered typing his name in as the password.

"holy shit." he said in disbelief. "i am connected what the fuck!" he exclaimed, shocked.

tom was very surprised. he didn't know how to talk to you about this and just leaving the matter at hand alone seemed extremely foolish, what if you did like him? he didn't want to take any chances.

so he decided to just ask you the password as innocently as he could.

-

"oh hey tom!" you spoke as you opened your door. "why do you have your laptop with you?" you asked, confused.

"oh uhm i was hoping to use your wifi for some time? mine router's busted, i called the people they say they'll be here in an hour and i really need to send some emails." he lied smoothly

"what?" you asked, terrified. there was so fucking way you were letting tom know that your password was his name. you were in deep shit. you liked tom, yes. and you would have even told him eventually, but admitting your feelings over the fact that you kept your password his was name was pretty embarrassing.

tom was like your moon, drowning out all the brightest stars around him. he like the moon, was always there watching you, knowing you in your light and dark moments, changing forever as we all do. he changed for you, not necessarily a bad thing- more like he adapted himself for your need. sometimes weak and faint, sometimes strong and full of light. the moon understands what it's like to be simply human. alone, uncertain with imperfections. the moon will always love you, no matter what.

"your wifi, i needed it for work" tom said, a small smirk on his face completely missed by you.

"uh yeah of course, gimme your laptop i'll connect you to it" you said smiling nervously.

"you can just tell me the password babe." he said, now sitting on your couch and smiling.

"tom i-"

"oh the password's tom? hmm how weird!" tom said a smirk evident on his face as he started his laptop.

"NO" you shrieked, mortified.

"oh so the password isn't 'tom'?" he asked raising his eyebrows.

"no it's not." you said quickly, "of course it's not, why would it even be?" your heart was pounding profusely and your hands felt clammy, you heart beating so fast as if it would burst right through your ribcage.

tom noticed the shift in your behavior, how you looked more tense and nervous. how you seemed more jumpy and scared- it made him think maybe there was a possibility that you liked him back too or that you just really valued him as a best friend and was just embarrassed.

either way he needed the truth.

"so if i do enter my name i wont get connected right?' he asked nonchalantly.

there was a moment of pure silence. you didn't how to respond. he rendered you speechless, and even if you tried to say something you weren't sure if coherent words would come out- so you opted to say nothing.

silence is indeed louder than words and today you understood it.

"so, it will be connected." tom said, his face smug.

"well, yeah" you confessed, you felt your breath go a little faster and you were very embarrassed. you fiddled with the hem of you t-shirt, not meeting his eye.

"it was very easy to use someone's wifi when your own name is their password." tom joked, laughing lightly.

"you tried to steal my wifi? when you could have just asked tom what-" you said in hopes that the attention would be diverted, but he cut you off.

"ah princess now don't try to change the topic, i'm just not gonna forget about the password." he said, smiling.

"fine." you huffed and sat next to him, your knees brushed against his a faint pink tint spread on his skin. you leaned back on the couch, letting your back rest against the soft cushions, you stared up at the ceiling and left out a breath. "ask what you want, i guess."

"okay so why did you choose my name as your password?" he asked softly, hands resting on his thighs.

you leaned closer to tom, resting your head on his shoulder. you could smell his shampoo, it smelled like cinnamon and apples.

tom's face anticipated a red flush that slowly creeped up to his neck.

"maybe it's cause you're important to me tom." you said softly.

"really? i'm important to you?" he asked, unsure.

"yes tom, you're important to me. always have been." you replied, nuzzling against his shoulder.

"you're important to me too." he said gently.

"do you like me tom?" you asked earnestly.

tom could sense the change of pace in your breath and heartbeat, he could sense that you weren't calm anymore.

"of course i like you, why would you even doubt that i don't like you?" tom rambled, nervous.

"i meant not as friends tom." you said and shifted away, now sitting up right and facing him, "look at me" you whispered, your hands holding his face, making him turn towards you. "do you not like me? it's okay if you don't just say it, please." your voice was barely a whisper, at the verge of breaking. his brown eyes stared right into your anxious ones.

this was a great epiphany for tom, he leaned closer to you, his hands on your cheeks, yours still on your thighs and then he kissed you.

your eyes closed as his lips gently laid over yours, your hands found his waist and pulling him ever closer as your lips moved in harmony against his, he tasted like coffee.

he slowly pulled away, his hands still on your face, yours still on his waist.

"i hope that answers your question." he said, smiling. gently leaning closer to touch your forehead with his.

"it does" you replied smiling.

-

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Other half | Kate Bishop x Reader

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader, Mom!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompt: “My family thinks we’re dating.”

Request: could I request with number 11 (tho if possible if I could have yn be nats daughter,could I swap family with mum?) With.......im gonna change it up and can I choose with Kate please? :D please and thankyou

Word count: 675

A/n: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx thank you for the request I hope i did it justice. I've never wrote for reader being one of the Avengers their kids, so I hope it is okay.

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“Hey kiddo, how was your Christmas? I’m sorry I couldn’t be there this year.” your mom asks over the phone. “It’s okay mom, I know work is important. My Christmas was fun, I ended up just staying home with Kate and had a Christmas movie marathon.” You reply, your mom has been a part of the Avengers for as long as you can remember, you knew that if she was busy with work, that meant she was saving lives. “If you want I can come over sometime this week to celebrate a late Christmas with you?”

“Yeah, I would love that. I actually wanted to invite you and Kate over tonight. This house has been missing some Christmas spirit this year, since I’ve been away most of the month.”

“Sounds fun. One second, let me ask Kate right away” you tell her. You ask Kate, who immediately agrees and suggests going to the store to get a Christmas tree, lights, and some decoration. Before you could reply to your mom, Kate was already out the door.

“Well mom, she’s already on her way to get Christmas stuff,” you get back to your mom, “So we’ll see you in an about an hour, okay?

Half an hour later Kate is still not back from the store, so you texted her to meet you at your mom’s place. Replied that she wouldn’t be long and that she would pick up some food too, so none of you had to leave the house tonight.

When you arrive at your mom’s place you give her a big hug. You’ve missed her. Like she said she’s been away on missions most of the month, so you didn’t get to see much of her. “So, did you leave your other half at home?” Your mom jokes.

“She’ll meet us here, probably couldn’t resist buying all the Christmas stuff the mall has to offer.” You laugh before responding. “Wait what do you mean by other half?” You say as you fully process what your mom just said.

“Oh, you know girlfriend, other half, just a different way of saying it really.” Your mom says like it’s the most casual thing ever. “But mom, Kate is not my girlfriend.” Your conversation gets interrupted by a knock on the door. Your mom get’s up to open it.

In walks Kate, Christmas tree in one hand, bags full of decoration in the other and somehow also balancing a box of pizza on her arm. “Natasha, hi! Merry late Christmas. I got some stuff to get your house more in the Christmas spirit, where do you want the tree?”

“Hi Kate, we can set it up in the corner over there. But let’s eat some pizza first, don’t want it to get cold.” Your mom says, taking the pizza box from Kate. She takes it into the kitchen to give the two of you some space.

Kate sits down next to you on the couch, “hey, what’s up? Sorry I took so long.”

“Okay so,” you start, “my mom thinks were dating.” You look up at Kate to see her reaction, she seems to be thinking. “I meant I get why she would think that.” She responds after a bit.

“You do?” you question. “Yeah, I mean we’re best friends, we live together. We basically spend all our free time together. I wouldn’t even be surprised if it turned out we were dating all along.” Her eyes grow big at the realisation she said that last part out loud. “Ehm, I mean I could see us together.” she tries again, “oh wow, I’m really not making this better, am I?”

You just chuckle at her rambling before leaning in to kiss her, she kisses you back instantly. You’re both too distracted to hear your mom walk back in. “Let’s go have some-“ she stops her sentence when she sees the two of you kissing on the couch. Clearing her throat before finishing her sentence, “Pizza.”

You both turn to her with blushing cheeks. “Not dating, huh?”

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