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i'm about to lose my SHITTTTT oh my GODDDDD!!!!!!

baby PLEASE post one of the drabbles u have about aaron tveit...please...i'm so thirsty...

im literally always thinking being his controversially young girlfriend… him proudly brandishing you on his shoulder at events, featuring you in small snippets on his instagram, mentioning you in passing during interviews.

hes sweet, on camera. hes sweet when theres an audience. but in private… oh lord. he comes home from rehearsals sweaty and worked out. kisses you when he walks in, strips, hands you his stuff, and storms to the bathroom. he finds you in the kitchen once hes done, making his dinner. “what’re you making baby? im starved.” he feels your body through your silk sleepwear, the set he bought you for your anniversary, smiling. coincidentally, this is the set you wore the first time he slapped you in bed. he hasn’t done it since, in 3 months, yet he’s always thinkkng about it. always thinking about how red he could get your face, how smudged he could get your makeup, how weak he could get your voice.

he rocks an erection while he reads emails, leaning against the kitchen counter. you rush, bring the meal you’re cooking to the point where it can be let alone for a period of time. you turn around, dropping to your knees while he stares at his phone, unbothered. you pull down his boxers swiftly, breathing in his deep musk, the sweat that hadn’t quite melted off under the hot shower. his cock springs up with its throbbing power, nearly hitting your nose. you get to work, lazily dragging your tongue over his member, lapping at his precum, aaron placing his left hand on the back of your head, pulling your hair, continuing to scroll with his other hand. never once looking at you. his ignorance draws your eyebrows together, sucking his dick down into your throat and looking up at him hoping for any kind of reaction. it isn’t until you’re deepthroating him ‘til the point of tears that he looks down at you, smiling, wiping your snot and tear and sweat covered face to see your submissive face underneath they all agony of his cock clogging your airways. he shakes his head, scoffing, looking back at his phone. “having fun, baby?” he smiles again, slapping your cheek playfully, feeling himself through the supple skin there, he says, “alright, come on, im hungry.”your eyes widen as you smell the smoke roaming around your house. finally pulling back, you stand up so swiftly you have to grip aaron’s shoulders for support. you turn around and save the meal before it’s too late.

or later, when he’s laying in bed, watching tv and humming along to a tune he finally learned the right notes for earlier that day. when you’re in the master bathroom, dressing for bed, doing your nightly skincare, all paid for by aaron, and tying your hair in a ponytail before shutting the light off and walking out to your shared bedroom. you lay down, cuddle up to him and trace you fingertips over his chest, feeling the vibrations of his trained yet effortless melodic humming. he lays under you, warm as the sun, in only his boxers, hair a bit of a mess but in a way that can only be called the Aaron Way, where its placed just right, highlighting just how much hair he actually has. he finishes his song, and you move to lay on top of him, straddling his hips, feeling his manhood through the thin material of his boxers and your silk shorts (you chose not to wear underwear. not that you ever do.). he smiles, lets you have your fun, grinding up and down on his slowly but surely growing cock. he pulls your head to the side of his, groaning directly into your ear while he slips his free hand into your tiny shorts to play with your ass. he subtly begins to trail his hands lower, feels the heat of your core against his fingertips, stretches his arm far to play with your quivering clit. as soon as you halt movement even slightly, shaking in pleasure, aaron slaps his hand down hard on your ass, reminding you of your purpose. he slips a finger or two into your hole when he feels you get particularly shaky, curling his fingers and hitting the stop he knows makes you weak. he pulls your head back harsh by the grip of your ponytail, staring deep into your eyes so he can see you snap in real time, up close and personal.

“who’s pussy is this? who do you belong to, baby?” he whispers, keeping his eyes on your own as they roll back into your head. when he hears your lack of response, he slaps you again, this time across your face. and again. and again. not enough to break your pretty face, but painful enough to leave a mark for the morning. “who. come on baby, talk to me.” he speeds up his movements under your shorts, gripping your jaw with the other hand. “yours… it’s yours…” you finally utter, out of breath, hot in the face. “is it mine, doll? and who am i? you can do it, come on sweetheart…” you open your eyes, staring at his teasing smirk as he eases of his fingers inside you, not pulling out but stopping enough to cause your hips to involuntarily buck into the warm embrace of his expert touch. “daddy… im daddy’s baby…” he chuckles, letting go of your jaw to grip your hair for a milisecond, then scratching the top of your head as if he was petting a cat. “good girl. does my baby want to cum? is that what she needs?” you nod, looking up at him with your sweetest eyes in hopes it can get you what you so desperately need. he slaps you. hard. he grips you again, tighter, as he stares at you on the verge of a meltdown with how bad you need release. “PLEASEplease yes please daddy..!!!! please. yes please…”

tysm for the req and tysm for reading !!! xxx

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hi i watched challengers and it's safe to say my mike faist obsession has been reignited. PLEASE send in any mike faist character thoughts and asks i'm begging.

like holy butt i moaned

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found you through the fiyero tag....... i an excited about star wars too but please feed us fiyeroheads too 🙏 /lh /nf

-- @a-quick-request

FIYEROOO. trust you will be fed i PROMISE!! i don't know how soon, i don't even know when i'll be putting out more stuff because i have covid 😁 (shoot me). but i promise you will have content in due time!

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sdv sam + being high...NSFW below the cut!!! please NO minors!!!!

thinking about high sam rn...i bet he gets even more desperate than normal, the weed doing more to scrabble his brain rather than calm him down. it's the exact opposite effect that it has on sebastian, and it makes sam jealous as hell. sure, sam's a little mellowed out, but he's more focused on the way his clothes feel against his skin. since when did his boxers feel so tight?

and then it clicks. he's thinking about you, of course. that's why his boxers feel tight. but the conclusion he comes to doesn't help. sitting in sebastian's room, lazing on his bed while sebastian plays some game on his computer (normally sam would play with him, but he can barely think straight), sam realizes that he's nowhere near you.

his eyes glance down at the bulge forming in his jeans and he almost whines. all this just because he thought of you? yoba, he's in trouble. his eyes move to where sebastian is enamored in the video game, and sam lets his hand drift down to his growing problem. he's not gonna just...take it out. he's not that much of a perv, he can control himself not to jerk off in front of his best friend.

he tries to adjust himself, but his dick just twitches in his pants and he can feel the spurt of precum it lets out. his teeth dig into his bottom lip, nearly breaking the skin. if sebastian even bothered to look over at his friend, he'd see nothing short of high and horny mess. sam's wondering how he's even controlling the noises brewing in his throat right now.

sam can't take it anymore. stumbling up onto shaky legs, he attempts to pull his shirt down enough to cover his erection. he mumbles something to sebastian about needing to piss, and seb barely acknowledges him. making sure his phone is tucked into his back pocket, he goes up the stairs and locks himself in the bathroom.

it's just him and sebastian in the whole house. maru and demetrius were out on some nerdy camping trip, and robin had been out of town working on renovating a friends house for a couple of days. while sam would prefer not to do this in his best friends home, the growing ache in his balls said otherwise. he looked down again, now at the wet spot forming on his jeans.

he fishes his phone out of his pocket, unfocused eyes trying to settle on putting his passcode in. finally, he gets it. letting out major sigh of relief, he begins to search for your contact. shaky fingers hesitate before pressing the 'call' button, his hand hurriedly pressing the phone against his ear.

his other hand reaches down, undoing his belt and unclasping the button on his jeans. his pants are shucked down in an instant, hand stuffed in his boxers as soon as he hears your voice on the other line. the first thing he does is moan.

"sammy?" your groggy voice calls out. he feels guilty for a split second, worried that he definitely woke you up. it goes away as his thumb swipes over the sloppy mess that his cockhead has become.

"o-oh, baby..." he nearly whines into the phone. he leans against the sink, eyes fluttering shut. his breath comes out in soft pants as he removes his hand, bringing it up to his mouth and spitting in it. he reaches back into his boxers, stroking his swollen cock with renewed effort.

"are...are you okay? thought you were spending the night at sebs." your soft voice asks, and he feels his cock throb in his hand just at the sound. if you keep talking, he's gonna make a mess of his boxers in no time.

"i- fuck...i'm at sebs, baby, promise. jus'...need you. need you so fuckin' bad." his words are broken up, slurred with how fuzzy his brain is becoming. horny and high is not a good mix, not when his brain feels so dumb. he can only imagine how you'd be in real life right now, calling him silly, a dummy, telling him he's a good boy as he slobbers onto your pussy...

he can hear you sigh softly, sheets rustling. he's picturing you in his mind, all soft skin and curves, probably in a little tanktop, maybe just panties underneath...he imagines sliding down your body, sucking marks into your skin on his way. he'd eat you out through your panties first, soaking through them with his spit, making sure he could see that swollen lil' clit through the drenched fabric.

you're saying something to him. he can barely focus, all he hears is the soft cadence of your sleepy voice. his hand moves faster on his dick, occasionally going down to squeeze his full balls. he'd love nothing more than to empty himself inside you, to rut against you like a dog in heat. he knows he's being noisy, whines and moans escaping his swollen lips.

his teeth tug on his lip ring, the pain adding to everything else. then, just as his fingers squeeze around his leaking tip, he hears you. loud and clear, voice still soft.

"gonna cum for me, huh? can hear you panting. make a mess of your hand, good boy."

he lets out a nearly pornographic moan, completely forgetting that this isn't his house, that seb is just down the stairs. he cums so hard it ruins his boxers, white coating his hand. his chest is heaving, sweat running down his back. he feels like he's been running miles.

the last thing you hear is his worn out voice, croaking and slurring around his words.

"love you, bunny...love you s'much...promise. fuck, love...love you..."

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welcome!! as a star wars gal i'm so excited to see new writers in the community (especially for obi-wan and luke hello they're so underrated) it's such a huge fandom but can feel so small LMAO enjoy ur time here <3

sorry for such a late response!!

also thank you sooo much! it feels like the fandom is more...male? based. like, they're all so focused on the action parts of the movie and anakin being a 'sigma' and stuff, rather than the more important plot points (in my opinion). can't wait to start writing about them!

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frank castle + braiding hair...ok i'm sick. (also, sorry for being inactive! work is sickening.)

the first time frank met you, you had french braids in your hair. at first, it almost made him want to puke. reminded him too much of lisa, of how his wife used to braid those intricate designs into his baby girls hair. he could never get the hang of it, no matter how much lisa begged.

when you both started dating, he had to get used to seeing braids in your hair. you always wanted your hair out of your face, and you were damn good at those crazy patterns that were all too familiar to him. he started seeing it as a comfort rather than a reminder of his tragic past.

it was a lazy saturday night when you first asked. your back pressed to his firm chest, his arms resting comfortably around your waist and hands settling on your stomach. your hair was down, and he occasionally buried his nose in it as you watched the mindless movie on the screen in front of you both. he was too distracted.

you had slightly turned your body, lazy eyes looking up at him. he could see the tiredness churning in them, and it made him want to scoop you up and carry you to bed. among other things. your lips parted, and slurred words tumbled out, along with a yawn.

"will you braid my hair?" you had asked softly. he felt his heart skip a beat almost. he knew that you could do it yourself, but you were so tired...

"m'not sure i know how to, sweetheart." he mumbled out, voice low and vibrating in his chest, which vibrated your back in return.

it was the truth. it was the same question he used to receive from lisa, and he could never please her with his answer. 'course, he had never really tried. if maria could do it flawlessly, why would he need to learn how? he was away too often, and there were much better ways to spend his time when he was home. besides, he was good at a ponytail or pigtails.

you pouted at his answer and he was sure his heart was going to break at the sight. with a huff of his chest, and a small roll of his eyes, he grabbed your hips and positioned you better in his lap, making sure he had enough room to at least attempt this.

"so needy." he chastised, but there was no real annoyance in his voice, just fond tenderness. one of the only things his body was capable of feeling for you. "no whining if it looks like shit, y'got that?"

and with that eager nod of your head, he began. the lamp in your living room provided a soft glow, but he still had to squint his eyes slightly as he started sectioning off pieces. once he was somewhat satisfied, he began to cross the pieces over one another. he groaned when he messed up or pieces got tangled.

"fingers are too damn thick for this." he grumbled out. he felt you shiver, just slightly. he chuckled, knowing exactly what you must be thinking about. it took everything in him not to call you a dirty girl.

once his fingers began to twitch and ache more than normal, he finished the braid off. there was still a lot of hair left, but god, he couldn't do it. he grabbed the hair tie from your wrist and tied it off, patting your hip to signal he was done. you practically jumped off his lap, all the tiredness gone as you skipped to your bathroom.

he followed behind you, hands tucked into his jeans pockets as he watched you examine the poorly done braid. so much hair was falling out, and it was finished too early. he cleared his throat and looked down, suddenly feeling embarrassed. he had wanted to do it right. really, he had.

"m'not the best at those kinda things, ya know? not my speciality braiding girls hair...or any hair..." he trailed off, eyes still downcast to the tiles of your bathroom floor.

he was shocked when he felt your lips against his cheek. soft and warm, slightly wet. he lifted his head to see your tender smile, the way you rocked back and forth on your heels. it made him want to smile. but he felt like he didn't deserve to right now, even if he had tried his best. maybe if he had practiced with lisa...

"it's perfect, frank. i love it. thank you." you cut off his train of thought with those soft words. he had no idea why he thought you would be upset. it's you. his girl. he breathed out a sigh of relief.

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Glad to see a sdv Kent enjoyer! Excited to see whatever you put out <3

...may or may not have downloaded a mod strictly to marry him. but thank you! :)

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may I request a little drabble for punisher with a fem or genderneutral reader who has some light body insecurities? like they just doesn't like their own body that much and don't quite know how to react to compliments from frank? they're even more confused and unsure when he compliments their personality

got a lil carried away - hope you enjoy! :)

it started when you noticed the stretch marks on the backs of your thighs. it was nothing at first, really, just a few marks that were out of sight and out of mind. you were single anyways, no one ever saw your body but yourself.

that didn't stop the thoughts gnawing at the back of your mind, especially when those stretch marks started to spread over your hips. the small pudge on your lower belly was just another additive, another thing to stare at in the mirror and beat yourself up over.

then you met frank. he was all muscles and broad shoulders, hard lines and a tight jaw. somehow, the thoughts only got worse when you were with him. he was an attractive man, he was dedicated to taking care of his body and working out. you felt like nothing beside him. like you weren't worth a dime.

you were standing in front of your bathroom mirror, clad only in your underwear. you prodded at your tummy, frowned when you saw the stretch marks. it was almost a routine at this point, you barely wanted to have any mirrors in your house.

frank was in the shower, and you wiped at the steam on the mirror. you were almost thankful for it, it took away the dreadful view in front of you. the water cut off, the sound of the rustling shower curtain snapped you out of your thoughts.

he gives you a small smile as he steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. you try to reciprocate, but it's hard when the self-depreciating thoughts are so fresh inside your head. he notices. he's used to the smile where your nose scrunches up, not this fake shit.

"what's wrong, baby?" he mumbles, warm palms coming up to your waist and squeezing lightly. he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your neck, water droplets landing on your skin. he kisses one away.

he takes in your reflection in the mirror, steam still partially blocking his view. he smiles. you hadn't really expected him to smile. if anything, you expected the same look of disgust you've been giving yourself. but he smiles.

"so pretty." he murmurs, deep voice rumbling through your back. he presses a final kiss to your shoulder before squeezing your waist and leaving the bathroom. you're standing in shock, really. sure, he's complimented you before, but not when these kind of thoughts were infecting your brain.

"y'coming, sweetheart?" he calls out from your bedroom, and you wander back into there. he's pulling on a pair of boxers, and you watch as his muscles flex and strain. he's like some kind of greek god, shaped from marble. you don't notice the cracks in the marble.

"don't wanna be late. been looking forward to tonight." he says, so nonchalantly. of course, tonight's date night. you cringe for a second, thinking about putting on something form-fitting, something that'll show him how un-pretty you are. he notices again, and this time he frowns.

"i don't feel pretty. you...you call me pretty, but i don't feel like it." you stammer out, words catching together as you finally admit what's been aching in your heart for a while now. you watch as his frown deepens. your arms wrap around your stomach. "i have all these marks...and i'm not in shape like you are."

"stop," he cuts you off, stepping closer to you and putting his hands on your shoulders. you look up at him, and he actually looks...worried? it's something. something you've never seen in his eyes before. "marks? baby, what are you talkin' about?"

he lets out a sigh and turns around, and you're momentarily confused. why is he putting his back towards you? and then he's speaking again. "look. see all my marks? y'still think i'm good looking, right?" and he's right. you do. you barely even notice the scars marring his skin when he's around you.

he turns back around, cupping your face this time in his palms. he looks at you with such tenderness that your heart hurts. the man who's worked his way into your life is so much different than the man he's made out to be. how could this same man do anyone any harm?

"and when i call y'pretty, it's not just your looks. your personality, baby. you're so sweet n' kind. funniest person i've ever met." he muses, eyes crinkling at the corners when he talks. you can feel the tears welling in your eyes, and his thumbs brush them away before they can even fall.

he leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a brief kiss. you melt into it, melt into him. for the first time in months, maybe years, you feel pretty.

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may I ask what format of stuff you like to write? like, headcanons, one-shots, drabbles, and the like? I like all of these, I'm just curious if you have a preference

i feel like most of my work is either going to be one-shots or drabbles, maybe a few series if i get really into something. thanks for the question!

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would you consider writing for x trans reader? im mainly asking because the well is dry for Frank Castle x transmasc reader content and im severely dehydrated

i don't know if i'd be able to simply because i don't have any personal experience with writing that. i'd hate to be inconsiderate or write something that isn't accurate. i'm sorry! ☹️

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sorry i don’t have any specific requests atm but PLEASE write for frank castle, matt murdock, and bucky barnes!! i saw them in the tags on your post so i just had to let you know because they’re my favorites and frank and matt are slept on😔

DEF will write matt and frank, esp with born again premiering soon. i have a lot of frank...thoughts...in my head rn. just need to get them out.

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hey, welcome!!!!

i'm kinda new to asks, i mostly just lurk and read stuff, but i wanted to ask what's your boundaries on requests and stuff?

thank you!!

i'm not picky about most things, but i won't write non-con, bestiality, real incest (step stuff is iffy). i'm willing to try writing anything, but if i get a request that I'm not keen on, i'll politely decline.

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Welcome to the world of the Matt Murdock fanfic obsessed!! Esp with DDBA coming out 😆 can’t wait to read your work!

thank you! i am beyond excited for born again, feels like its been ages since i've seen matty 😔

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Welcome to the x reader side of Tumblr! Hope you enjoy your stay!

thank you!! :)

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welcome! it can be a daunting prospect to actually put your writing out there and i’m glad you’re doing it! (and should you ever wrote anything for luke i’ll def read it :3 my luke sideblog is sonofthedunes if you ever see it around)

thank you so much!! i follow your luke acc on my main, and your writing is BEAUTIFUL. but thank you again!

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helloooo! i just recently had the revelation that i actually want to put my writing onto the internet!

therefore, blog was created. i am interested and consumed by soooo many medias, and willing to write for a lot of them. most, if not all, of my work will be 'x reader', that's just what i'm comfy with writing! i'm also comfortable with writing smut, along with angst and fluff.

i'm gonna put a bunch of tags on this post, in hopes that it gets to the communities that i want it to. please send in requests, even just little ideas that sprout in your mind. i never judge.

all that being said, i'm so looking forward to growing this blog and writing everything and anything! lots of love, s.

(if something isn't listed in the tags, don't be afraid to ask!)