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would anybody here enjoy stranger things fics..? :p

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You know, back at his place, I heard your heartbeats. God, that is really not fair. You heard his too? Oh, yeah. It's just adrenaline, I'm sure.

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YES BABE IT WAS!!!

season finale tonight… personally i’m manifesting for karen to come back 🧘🏻‍♀️

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PH MY FUCKING GOD!!!! SHES HERE

season finale tonight… personally i’m manifesting for karen to come back 🧘🏻‍♀️

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season finale tonight… personally i’m manifesting for karen to come back 🧘🏻‍♀️

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i picked up a court of thorns and roses and have not been an active participant in society since

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matt murdock x you | a post-deviling return to you | complete sweetness

a/n: couldn’t shake the classic thought of matt returning home and finding you sleeping on the couch waiting for him, so here’s my take!

matt hated it. hated hearing your evened out heartbeat paired with slow breathing coming from the couch as you waited for him. it had been months since he revealed his secret to you and each night he came home with nothing more but a couple scratches. proving that since falling in love, he’s been extra cautious. nonetheless, you could never fall asleep peacefully in bed—not without the reassurance of his warmth beside you.

he slipped the daredevil mask off his face the moment his tired legs carried him through the fire exist. his heart tore into ribbons when he approached your sleeping body, a singular ungloved hand reaching out and feeling the denim fabric that hugged your hips. you hadn’t even changed into comfortable clothes. how long had you been sleeping there, anxiously waiting?

fingertips traveled up your body, grazing over the soft knitted cardigan until meeting your hair. a strand fell over your eyes and matt was quick to tuck it behind your ear, not wanting it to be a threat to your sleep.

kneeling before your sleeping figure, matt shut his eyes and absorbed everything around him, his own chest falling into a slow breathing motion. you’d seen him do it before after returning home from saving the city, assuming it was a way for him to shake off all he had done or witnessed just moments before. his way of letting go of the devil and crawling back to you, as matthew murdock.

moments passed before he felt ready to shed the roughness of his other half. before guilt began to creep in, prodding his heart as he wondered why he was still allowing for you to sleep uncomfortably on the couch. not to mention the jeans.

he debated on how to wake you without startling you with his red armor-clad chest being right at eye your level. matt settled for a gentle hand squeezing your shoulder softly until your eyelashes fluttered open ever so slightly.

“it’s me, sweetheart.” he whispered so quietly, so gently. it was a stark contrast to the harsh red that filled your vision until you found his comforting, familiar brown eyes. all you could muster was a small, sleepy grunt. the sound made the sides of matt’s eyes crinkle as he chuckled. “c’mon, let’s head to bed and get comfortable.”

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these big tumblr profile icons kinda scare me… i feel like it’s taking away some mystery… we’re so up close and personal now…

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matt murdock x reader | soft + emotion heavy sex | nsfw, mdni

desperate shower sex with matt before work 🫶🏻 not solely for the press of your body against his, but instead for the unspoken understanding. for the way you somehow always fall onto his wavelength, wordlessly feeling all the emotions battling inside of him.

a taste of calm envelops matt when his face falls in your neck, eyes tightly shut as water drops fall over your two intertwined bodies. the smell of your warm, clean skin was something he cherished and found a great deal of comfort in.

the gentle thrusts of his hips bring matt closer to you, deep inside of you. but still, there’s no rush. only deliberate and prolonged movements. he latched onto this connection, tuning out the rest of the world just to listen to how your heart fastened nearing your climax.

truthfully, matt wanted to stay like this all day. never leaving the warmth of you in trade for frustrating work. doing absolutely nothing but listening to the way your body sounded as it ached for him, pleaded for him to join you in complete pleasure.

beneath your breath, you begged softly. needing for him to cross the line with him. and who was he to deny you that? “i’ve got you, sweetheart. right there with you.”

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good morning angels !! this concept lives rent free in my head.

though he'd never admit it out loud, one of frank's favourite ways to feel connected to you is through fumbled and sleepy morning sex.

all deliberate, intentional, languid movements.

hours before any caffeine enters any bloodstream.

your bedroom steeped in deep indigo, linen curtains rustling in a pre-dawn, pre-autumn breeze.

he is well-acquainted with your body even in the dark, even under the clumsy weight of slumber. he traverses each of your dips and valley's with adept fingertips - a journey he's embarked on many times before somehow never ceases to feel brand new to him. your body blossoming under the weight of his unbridled wonderment regardless of the hour.

and in the stillness, nothing is rushed. touches aren't forced or frenzied and movement (comparable to the way he feels about you) is deliberate, intentional, and languid.

his umber irises blaze even in the dark, with a carnal need for you.

his voice, all cut glass and gravel, made rougher still under the weight of recent sleep.

finally, brimming with him, his fullness sates you in ways hard to find anywhere else.

pressure and pleasure in equal measure build in you until they eventually erupt in a symphony of stars behind heavy-lidded eyes, and with it, a warmth like you've never felt before.

a wholeness like you've never felt before.

akin to an untethered balloon bound skyward, his capable, strong arms help to pull you back to earth, back into his gravitational pull.

the world has yet to awaken fully, and so do you.

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— requests: open

simply tell me a scenario or prompt and specify who you would like it to be written for!

i will write:

fem reader, unless gender neutral is specified

hurt/comfort, smut, fluff & angst

overall very open to a lot!

i will not write:

for real people (only their characters!)

cheating fics

violence past canon level violence

anything offensive, non consensual, or with extremely dark themes

love u guys

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frank castle x reader | munch frank | nsfw, mdni

during sex, frank is always attentive to how you feel on a level past pleasure. he knows all of your ins and outs, even without you needing to speak on them. he knows that when your eyebrows knit together you're feeling one of two things. you're either teetering the edge of pain and pleasure—usually happening when he slides into you—or, you're focusing on not cumming too fast as his slick cock thrusts into you, tip kissing your cervix.

but something in him changes when he's face first between your legs. frank turns feral, eating your cunt like its the last thing he will ever have the pleasure of tasting. not a single drip of your wetness goes to waste, either being lapped up by his tongue or smeared across his chin and nose. either way he fucking loves it.

he loves the soft sweet whines he elicits from you that eventually snowball into a mess of nonsense that pleas for him to not stop. loves the feeling of your hands caressing his scalp, holding the back of his neck to keep him right where you need him most. he loves pulling away from your pussy and praising you.

"so fuckin' good for me," he looks up at you, focus finally shifting on something other than your cunt. "taste so good on my tongue, baby."

his strong arms never fail to lock your thighs down too, one hand lifted to squeeze your tit. he left you with absolutely nowhere to run off too, even if he has brought you past the point of overstimulation. his tongue laps relentlessly over your aching and swollen cunt, only stopping when he's satisfied.

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showering with Frank?

Ok Frank absolutely fucking loves hopping in the shower with you but I think he's mindful about when he does it because there's no fucking way on god's green earth that it doesn't turn into fucking you every time. Like, he's not even gonna pretend with himself. Seeing you in the shower, soaking wet and soap slithering its way down your body is perhaps a holy sight for Frank. One of his favorite things on the planet. So he thinks of it as a bit of an indulgence and he wouldn't do it, say, you were in a rush in the morning or feeling sick or tired or something.

But when he does it. WHEN HE DOES IT-- it's like he's... bigger than normal?

Science can't explain it but somehow, Frank is a fucking behemoth in the shower and without the help of the sudsy water, you're pretty sure you wouldn't be able to fit him inside you.

He doesn't want you slipping so his preferred position is to have you pressed against the wall of the shower with your legs wrapped around his waist. Normally, this is a position you can easily take him but in the shower he's gotta ease in. And he knows it -- one thick forearm wrapped under your ass to hold you up and the other reaching between the two of you to get himself soapy and wet as he tries to guide himself in.

"Goin' slow doll," he assures you as the breath gets squeezed from your lungs at the constriction. "Fuck--" he grunts, pressing in slowly, "Attagirl," he says on an exhale when he feels your walls ease up, "good girl."

From there on out his eyes are locked on the way your wet tits are pressed to his chest, leaning his forehead on your shoulder as he hikes you up the wall and feels the way his cock grows inside you.

Shower sex isn't a marathon session with Frank -- with his size gliding against your clit and his feral desire for you all soapy, you both cum fast and hard.

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frank castle x reader | munch frank | nsfw, mdni

during sex, frank is always attentive to how you feel on a level past pleasure. he knows all of your ins and outs, even without you needing to speak on them. he knows that when your eyebrows knit together you're feeling one of two things. you're either teetering the edge of pain and pleasure—usually happening when he slides into you—or, you're focusing on not cumming too fast as his slick cock thrusts into you, tip kissing your cervix.

but something in him changes when he's face first between your legs. frank turns feral, eating your cunt like its the last thing he will ever have the pleasure of tasting. not a single drip of your wetness goes to waste, either being lapped up by his tongue or smeared across his chin and nose. either way he fucking loves it.

he loves the soft sweet whines he elicits from you that eventually snowball into a mess of nonsense that pleas for him to not stop. loves the feeling of your hands caressing his scalp, holding the back of his neck to keep him right where you need him most. he loves pulling away from your pussy and praising you.

"so fuckin' good for me," he looks up at you, focus finally shifting on something other than your cunt. "taste so good on my tongue, baby."

his strong arms never fail to lock your thighs down too, one hand lifted to squeeze your tit. he left you with absolutely nowhere to run off too, even if he has brought you past the point of overstimulation. his tongue laps relentlessly over your aching and swollen cunt, only stopping when he's satisfied.

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black suit!matt murdock sneaking into your bedroom late at night. your linen curtains blowing softly in the wind as you lay sound asleep. the little nightie you wear atop a perfectly shaven, gorgeous body, leaves just enough covered. still asleep when he makes his way in, the only sound in the room being your sweet, sweet moans. sleepy albeit, but lovely sounds to matt’s ears. he doesn’t bother cleaning you up once he’s finished, instead kissing you on the forehead and sneaking right back out the window.

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matt murdock x reader | submissive matt | handjob + praise + overstimulation | nsfw, mdni

seeing matt take that much control in court in ddba was so hot... too bad all of that control stays in law's walls!

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inside of the courthouse, matt knows how to use his words to get his way. the jury never fails to look hypnotized, infatuated with his charisma as he works to prove his defendant’s innocence. standing straight before them, he exudes a comforting yet assertive demeanor—rather dominant—as he stands before them with his cane in hand.

despite speaking an oath for truth, you’ve learned how matt deceives the court. how all of this dominance is just for show because what they didn't see was how the big-time lawyer, matthew murdock, whimpered under your control hours before.

with a thigh trapped beneath your leg, matt’s head fell back against the headboard. his cock twitches in your spit-soaked hand. your grip is firm, no time for teasing. as much as you’d like to take your time playing with him, matt still had to get ready for work.

“feel good?” you speak softly in his ear. matt let himself sink into your embrace, an arm wrapped around the small of your back as you sat beside him.

matt’s body tensed every so slightly, eyes screwing shut as his hand kneaded at the flesh of your hip. “mhm.”

you hum, acknowledging his small whine. your lips traveled from his shoulder until they latched onto his neck, feeling the way his heart pulsed. nibbling against the skin, you worked at his length, flicking your wrist ever-so-slowly. his stomach tenses at the overwhelming feeling of you everywhere. “good, ‘m glad.”

matt was completely incoherent. his own pleasure stealing any thoughts he had previously. he was one of the smartest people you know, but beneath your touch, there was never much going on in his mind.

but matt loved it. he loved that when you had your hands on him, he never had to worry about anything more. no worries about crime or the case he was about to present. all that mattered was the sound of your heart beating in tandem with his.

“mm- fuck sweetheart,” matt pleaded, sounding so pathetic. you pump his shaft harder. his hips chase your movement, rolling in an attempt to feel more. you beam at his desperation. “god, please.”

“please what?” a frustrated whimper slips past matt’s lips. you couldn’t fight the sly grin forming on your face. you knew exactly what he wanted, but preferred to hear it from him.

“let me cum,” he whispers, voice breaking halfway through his sentence. your thumb swipes along his reddened tip, spreading the precum that is puddled there. matt repeats your name quietly, like it's a prayer, coming out in a broken sob.

"who said i was stopping you?" you plant kisses against his jaw, stubble tickling your lips. the feel of you sparked tears in the corner of his eyes. matt's body tightened in a familiar, way. he was close. "let it out, i've got you."

"god feels so- feels so good."

warm cum flooded down your fist and against his chest. matt's face contorted with pleasure. the overwhelming touch of your hand still on his cock sparking a light-headed feeling.

"there you go, matty. made such a mess," you cooed quietly against his ear, working matt through his orgasm. your grip loosened, thinking that he was done, but matt quickly grabbed you by the wrist.

"no. n-not yet," he spoke breathlessly. his fingers wrapped against your fist holding your grasp on his overworked cock into a tight hold. his hips thrusted into your hands, doing all the work.

matt tended to flirt with the line of pain after pleasure, addicted to that small window before sensitivity caused his body to double over itself. his eyes rolled to the back of his head, the cum from his last orgasm slicking your hold on him deliciously.

it didn't take long for another orgasm to wash over him, causing him to tremble and hiss as he fell into the pain of it.

your head rested on his shoulder, watching the last few drops of cum dribble from his worn cock. you gave him one last, teasing, pump that made him suck in a breath. giggling, your free arm wrapped around his waist, tracing ticklish circles on his warm skin.

the rise and fall of matt's chest started to even out, finally coming back to reality. you rested your head in the crease of his shoulder. "so good, you did so good matthew."

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Jon Bernthal as Sam Rossi in Sweet Virginia