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me crashing out rn

I MISS ITOSHI SAE SO MUCH GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBBBBH I WILL LOSE MY MIND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

me crashing out rn

I MISS ITOSHI SAE SO MUCH GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBBBBH I WILL LOSE MY MIND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Bad Bunny | 2022 MTV Video Music Awards 

the spitting slurping sucking and licking.....yummm 🥵

Jungkook Eating Your Pussy / Audio Smut

The way I see it is... He's sloppy but good, and it is the first time he's eating you out :)))

just imagine how hard our competitive baby tries to make you feel good :')

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if anyone ever asks me my type, i’m gonna show them these pictures

barefaced jimin you are always on my mind

WHAT I GOTTA SAY TO GET A PIECE OF THAT?!

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⁘Jungkook⁘ ↳ Vogue Korea | Behind the scenes [09/29/2023]

ZOROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

zoro + teasing (nsfw)

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"what's with the squirming, huh? i thought you wanted me to take my time—" zoro says with a teasing smirk after pulling away from you; he knows exactly what you want as you try to force your hips to meet his, but he wants to make you say it first.

"'s too much, i need you..." you whimper as he slides his cock along your dripping slit once more; the tip, coated in your slick arousal moves upward to circle over your sensitive bud, making you shiver with anticipation as you try to arch your hips upward in an attempt to guide him towards your entrance. not ready to let you have it that easily, zoro pulls away entirely, leaving you a frustrated mess on the floor.

"you really want it that bad?" he says with a smirk, amused at how needy you look sprawled out on the ground below him. normally mellow and rolling with the gentle caress of the breeze, it was rare to see you this worked up about anything, and yet here you were, heated, gritting your teeth, and red in the face as you look up at him with a mixture of aggravation and lust—until suddenly, you shift.

writhing body going limp, all irritation leaves your face and you gaze up at him with soft, pleading eyes. "c'mon zoro, please..." you beg sweetly, swallowing every ounce of remaining pride you have. a devious smirk spreads across zoro's face as he plants one hand beside your head and hovers over you; his closeness is dizzying, intoxicating, and makes your heart thrash against your ribcage as the tip of his cock prods at your entrance once more.

"you're so fuckin' cute sometimes, y'know that?" zoro teases; your face burns hotter from his words, but he doesn't give you time to properly react, sliding his thick cock into your weeping sex and capturing your lips with his, muffling all the sweet mewls you let out in the process.

I love him!!! 😍😍😍

Can I be there please?

Like is that seat taken? (Pointing at his lap)

ILL BE TALKING ABOUT THIS PHOTO FOR YEARS TO COME

HIS FACE

THE WAY HE'S SITTING

THE MANSPREADING

THE VEINY HANDS

I NEED TO BE RESTRAINED

Dude this is so good!!! Loved reading this! I'm literally in tears 😭❤️

Time To Get A Grip [EoH]

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: After returning home from a nightshift and finding your boyfriend stoned on the sofa, you lose it. Given the fact that he becomes a father soon, it's time for him to finally get a grip.

Warnings: Major trigger warning here! swear words, mentions of alcohol, drugs and smoking, drug consumption, pregnancy things, drama, a fight, angst, bit of blood, fluff, age gap

Gotta rate this story 18+, just in case!

Pre-Apocalypse Era!

Word Count: 3,2k

a/n: You chose and I am here to deliver! 😁 Well... I had this idea - and wrote it. It fitted perfectly into Daryl's, Y/N's and Teddy's story, so... But it's also quite a bit heavy. I never wrote something like this before.

Special thanks to @fictive-sl0th for encouraging me and loving my Daryl fics! Love ya, friend! 💕

Also, I apologise to all the Merle fans. Sorry, guys! 🙈

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Releasing a big yawn; you closed the locker with the number thirteen painted on, and slipped the key - which was attached to a key ring, inside the pocket of your jeans. With a sigh you grabbed your bag and made your way towards the exit of the changing room. "By girls, see you on Monday!" You said goodbye to your coworkers; smiling. They bid their goodbyes as well; waving and smiling.

Taking a deep breath, you left the room and the big building behind yourself and stepped out on the streets of Gainesville; the bright morning sun almost blinding you.

Working as a nurse in a hospital wasn't always easy. Especially the night shift. But working as a nurse in a hospital at night, being almost eighteen weeks pregnant was even less easy - and so very exhausting. As soon as I'm five months in, I'm quitting this shit, you told yourself. Only day shifts from then on. The thing was, you told yourself that already from the start. From the very day you found out you were pregnant. It was a lie which repeated itself month after month. You knew that it wasn't good to work night shift after night shift. Not for you, nor for the baby. But you practically had no other chance. Being alive was expensive. Food was expensive. Having a roof over your head was expensive. Even if it was just a small apartment in one of the endless, old and quite ragged apartment blocks in downtown Gainesville. It was even more expensive, when you are the only one earning the needed money. And soon, you were going to have not only two mouths to feed, but three. Every day you hoped for a change to come - but it wasn't easy. Oh no.

You shook your head slightly and took another deep breath, in order to get yourself out of your thoughts and your sleepy brain to focus.

After you checked your surroundings, you crossed the front yard of the hospital and made your way to the bus station. All you wanted to do now was going home, crash on your bed and sleep at least until late afternoon. Your body wanted that as well. You knew that, of course. Hence, you had almost slept in on the bus and missed your stop! Luckily, your hazy brain reminded you to stand up in the last second.

Waiting until the bus rolled past you, you crossed the street and walked the last meters to the building in which your apartment was. It was just a few blocks down the road. At least the weather is nice today, you thought; looking up into the sky.

You unlocked the old main door, which led into the big staircase and started to climb the steps, leading up to the third floor. On your way, you met a familiar face - unfortunately. "Oh, good morning, Mrs. Jefferson."

Elsie Jefferson. The typical, critical bitter old lady next door, who everybody knew. Husband long dead and owner of at least ten cats. She was utterly nosy and curious about anything and everything. You couldn't stand her since the day she decided to interfere in your affairs. It was your life, not hers - but Mrs. Jefferson didn't care of course. And sometimes, you had the feeling that she did this all on purpose, because she liked you just as little.

"Ah, good morning, Y/N." She had just left her apartment; wearing those old slippers she always wore. A trash bag was in her hand. Apparently, she was just on her way to take out the trash - and you had the perfect timing to run straight into her. Great.

"Coming home from a night shift?" "Mhm, yep." You had absolutely no intention to talk to her, but you also couldn't be so rude to just walk away. The older woman shook her head. "Young lady, young lady... You should stop doing that. Now that you are pregnant." Not that again. "I know, but it's my decision. I'm okay with it. I'm used to it." Mrs. Jefferson shook her head again; rebukingly. You already wanted to walk past her; thinking that the conversation was over - but for her, it wasn't. You should've known. "Does your chaotic mess of a boyfriend still has no job?" You clenched your jaw. You hated it - absolutely hated it, when she brought Daryl up in those stupid conversations. All she wanted was to sting you and throw mud at him - just because he was how he was.

Gritting your jaw, you tried to smile at her. "He's at it." You didn't reveal more. While should you? "So no." She concluded, before stepping closer to you. "Chit... You should get rid of him." "I don't think so, ma'am. He's the father of my child." You tried to argue, but Mrs. Jefferson didn't even listen to you, just continued to speak ill of Daryl. "That man is not good for you and brings nothing but trouble. Just look at his messed-up family! His abusive, alcoholic father! His mother, who was a chain-smoker! And don't get me even started on his brother! Violence, alcohol, drugs... Wasn't he even in the prison only a few years back?" She exclaimed. "Daryl Dixon is toxic, Y/N - and way too old for you... Do you really think he's better than the rest of his family? Do you really think he can change? Turn into a better person?"

Hearing all those foul and judgemental words leaving the older lady's mouth, caused anger and sadness to flow your veins. How dare she? How dare? You had a hard time to keep yourself calm and not snap at her. The raging pregnancy hormones within your body didn't quite help the situation. Closing your eyes for a moment, you took a deep breath. "Yes, I believe exactly that. I love this man - and that's all that matters. Have a nice day, Mrs. Jefferson." With those words you walked past her; continuing to climb the stairs. But of course, she had one more bombshell to drop on you... "You should've never let him get yourself pregnant. Dixon isn't made to be a father." You ignored her and moved on; mumbling under your breath: "That's what mum said as well..."

You tried to calm yourself down on the rest of the way and erase what just happened from your memories. You didn't have the nerves to deal with that woman. Not today. Not after an exhausting night shift and three times of throwing up in the staff toilets - no.

You climbed the last few steps and headed straight for the quite rickety door, which led into yours - and somehow Daryl's apartment.

Relieved, you closed the door behind yourself. Finally at home. Thank god. Throwing your keys on the small shelf beside the main door, you took off your shoes and jacket. You didn't anticipated Daryl to be home. Not after he had told you Wednesday morning, that he'd go out with his brother. You knew exactly what 'go out' meant. But who were you to stop him? God knows you had tried. Several times. But well... Blood is thicker than water.

Given that fact, you were quite surprised, when you found him in the living room; passed out onto the couch. A smile crossed your face; knowing that he was here - but it faded quickly, when you noticed the condition he was in. Daryl was laying on his stomach; one arm dangling over the edge of the sofa. One sleeve of his yellow-black checkered shirt was ripped off, while the other was still intact. When you squatted down beside him, a wave of cold smoke hit you; coming undoubtedly from his clothes. Daryl's breathing was heavy; sweat dotted his face and presumably his whole body as you noticed further. Some dried, crusty blood was smeared across the skin underneath his nose - and you knew. You knew. You weren't blind. And a nurse. You could tell when somebody was stoned - or well, had been stoned.

It didn't happen often - luckily. It was already enough that Merle made him to consume alcohol way too often. Making him to take drugs was an entirely different story. And you hated Merle for it. Yes, he was strictly spoken family, but the impact he had on his little brother was way too big. The worst part of it was, that Daryl didn't even defend himself.

Seeing your boyfriend in this condition caused the anger, sadness and frustration you had just swallowed down to come up again. Twice as hard. You stood up and crossed your arms; looking down on him.

"Daryl. Wake up." No reaction. "Daryl." You nudged him softly with your knee, earning a low growl. Like already said... You didn't have the nerves to deal with shit like that today. "Daryl fucking Dixon!" You yelled then, causing the man to flinch and immediately wake up. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, huh?!" He groaned again and moved to sit up; pinching the bridge of his nose. His sweat soaked shirt on full display; short blonde-brown hair as messed up as it could be. "What'd ya mean, hon?" He slurred; still trying to wake up properly. "Oh no no, don't pull that card, Daryl. Don't 'hon' me. You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

Your boyfriend rubbed his face and ran a hand through his hair, before reddened eyes looked up to meet your Y/E/C ones. "Merle, uh, Merle's got this new, uh, dealer and-" "Forced you to try the 'good stuff', I know." You finished his sentence. "What was it." He didn't answer, just looked at the ground. "That wasn't a question, Daryl. It was a demand. Tell me." He still didn't talk. You stepped closer and rather harshly pushed his left shoulder. "Tell me! What did you snort?!" Daryl swallowed visibly; once again avoiding eye contact. "Jus' a bit Crystal Meth."

You gasped audibly; jaw dropping. "Crystal Meth? Crystal Meth?! Fucking hell, Daryl! That's one of the most dangerous drugs!" Sure, he wasn't stoned anymore, but undoubtedly dealing with the aftermath. And the drug caused his already quite short fuse to be even shorter. He was more irritable. You noticed. Therefore, he was quickly losing it. "Goddamn, woman! Calm down! It was jus' a little bit! I won't do it again!" He snapped - and you swallowed hard; already needing to suppress the tears. The drugs influenced Daryl and the hormones influenced you.

"I don't care if it was just a tiny bit! I don't care if you say you won't do it again, because you always break this promise! You'll do it again - and we both know it! You'll drink again. You'll smoke again. You'll toke again - and you'll take drugs again. Merle is bad for you! When do you finally realise that?!" "Nah, he's family, Y/N! He's the only one I got left!" You shook your head. He didn't even listen to a word you just said, did he? "That may be true, yes! But he's so far off track - and he's dragging you right with him! You could be so much, more, Daryl... But for that, you need to finally break free!" Your boyfriend clenched his hands into fists; was visibly angered as well. "I won't jus' leave Merle! Ya can't ask me to do tha'!" You frustratingly rolled your eyes. He really didn't understand. "I am not asking you to leave your brother! I told you again and again... I'm asking you to keep a healthy distance! Separate your life and his life! Stop acting so headless!" "'M not actin' headless!" You laughed almost maniacally at his ridiculous words. "Oh hell yes, you do! And you know it! Stop this! I need you to quit acting this way, because-" The anger coursing through your veins got suddenly replaced by fear and desperation.

"'Cause wha'?! Huh?! 'Cause what?!" Daryl's already not properly thinking brain thought even less logical as he spat out that question. "I don't know if it already slipped your notice, but..." You pulled the baggy t-shirt you wore aggressively down, causing the visible outlines of your baby bump to appear. "I'm fucking pregnant, Daryl! With your kid! You're going to be a father in not even six months! Do you even know what that means?! A child comes with great responsibilities! We are talking about a human being we need to look after! A baby isn't like a dog or a cat! I can't have you hanging somewhere around, drunk or stoned! That's reckless - and I thought you were aware of that. Apparently, I was wrong."

Daryl was unfortunately way too deep in his rage to understand. All he saw was red. Literally jumping up from the couch - his symptoms of the drug consumption forgotten for a moment, he took a few threatening steps closer, until he was hovering dangerously over you. "Well... Guess ya shoulda have listened to yer parents, girl... 'N dump me when ya still had the chance to. I told ya from the very beginnin' that this wouldn't work out. Us. This relationship was meant ta fail... But now's too late. Like ya said... Already knocked ya up with that bastard child."

You and Daryl had already quite a few fights in your relationship. That was normal and common. Hurtful and ugly words were sometimes exchanged - but he had never said something like this. It really hurt you. Deep. Despite the fact, that you knew that he probably didn't mean what he had just said. You knew that he was actually happy about this baby. Scared to death, but happy. But it hurt. So freaking much.

You were exhausted. So utterly exhausted - and yet sleep didn't find you. You laid awake, hour after hour; thinking about what had happened - and the possible consequences of it. Your brain just couldn't shut up and so you spent the rest of the day and even night with just staring at the wall or ceiling and crying. Sure, you could sleep a few hours, but it was not peaceful and certainly not restful. Anyways... It was way too less sleep, given the fact that you had a night shift behind yourself and were pregnant. Needless to say, you couldn't be any happier about the fact that Sunday was your day off.

You just stared at him, while tears started to trickle down your cheeks. "Go." Your voice was merely above a whisper, but your eyes told Daryl enough to realise, what he had just done. "Y/N, I-" "Leave." "Y/N-" "I told you to go!" You yelled, pushing him away from you. "Get out of my sight, before I do something I might regret!" Daryl grunted and ripped the other sleeve of his shirt off, before he walked to the door; "Fine! If ya want me ta go, I'll go!" and slammed it shut behind himself. Mere seconds later, you broke down crying.

In the early morning hours, you heard the sound of your doorbell ringing. Cursing under your breath, you stood up and walked to the door. You had just been on the verge of dozing off again...

You already suspected that it was Mrs. Jefferson, one of your neighbours - or hence, even the postman, but you certainly didn't expect Daryl to stand in front of your door. Honestly, you expected anyone, but him. He never came back that fast after a fight. Never.

Well... Until now.

"Daryl?" You asked; totally stunned and also a bit confused. "What are you doing here?" He had both his hands stuffed into the pockets of his slightly ripped, grey jeans. A fresh tank top covered his body; not that ragged shirt anymore - and he had visibly showered. The man leaned against the door frame; biting his bottom lip nervously - a habit.

"I really fucked it up, didn't I?" "Yes. Yes, you did," you confirmed without even blinking. Daryl swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "'M sorry." You looked him in the eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. "You always say that. I always believe you. And you always fuck it up again." You paused; trying to find the right words. "I love you, Daryl - but honestly, I don't know how long I am able to play this game."  He swallowed hard; the harsh realisation of the possibility to lose you - and with that his child hitting him full force. "Y/N, I... I know. 'M an asshole. Always was. Most likely always going ta be. I don deserve you. And certainly not yer love - but please... Give me one last chance. Us." He sighed; desperately. Words weren't his strengths. "Fuck's sake, I can't live without ya. I need ya. You know that."

Now you were the one who had to swallow hard. Tears stung in your eyes; as you tried to figure out what to say. Yes, you were still angry at him for what he did - for what he said, but on the other hand... You loved this idiot so fucking much. Perhaps even too much for your own good. Not that you cared, though.

"Yes. And I need you, Daryl..." Your raging hormones caused your walls to break. "You're all I've got. I chose you above my family. I gave up my entire life for you. Please don't let this be for nothing. Please hold your promise this time." You choked out; tears staining the fabric of your sleep shirt. "Look for a job; get some distance between your life and Merle's life - and, for our child's sake, get a grip. There's not much time left for you to turn the tide." You took a shaky breath and cupped your baby bump. "I can't do this without you..."

Daryl nodded; his expression soft and full of love - and regret. "I know. I know." He stepped inside your apartment; closed the door and approached you, before he shyly - almost hesitantly placed his bigger hands on top of yours. "'M sorry. 'M so sorry. For what I did - 'n especially for what I said. I didn't mean it. I love that kid. Ya know I do. 'N I promise I'll try ta be a better man. For you and the baby."

You only nodded; unable to speak because of all the tears you shed. He leaned forward; pressed a kiss onto your forehead - and that was the moment you entirely caved. You threw your arms around his neck and hugged his body. Daryl accepted the hug, of course; placed both his hands on your hips and held you.

After a while, Daryl bent his knees and quickly swept you off your feet - much to your surprise, before he carried you into your bedroom. He set you down on the bed, quickly stripped off his top and jeans and joined you; wrapping you up in the tightest snuggle possible. It was almost like he sensed how tired and worn out you were. "Sleep, hon. 'M here. I won't go anywhere." You smiled tiredly up at him and couldn't resist the urge to kiss him. So, you did. "I love you." "I love ya, too."

satoru drops to one knee when he asks you to be his girlfriend. he’s very serious about it and cannot just casually bring it up, he needs to make sure you know where your place is in his eyes — above him, which is also why he goes down in front of you and looks up to you, the closest thing to god for him, waiting for you to answer his prayer

MINGYU x ARENA HOMME+

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━☆ first kiss with seventeen: dokyeom

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pairing: dokyeom x reader

warnings: kissings, fluff

wordcount: 533

you’re at dokyeom’s place and you both are curled up on the sofa as the movie plays on the screen in front of you both. it was your weekly movie night date and you were more than happy to spend it with your boyfriend dokyeom. you had decided to watch a rom-com and it was turning out to be quite good.

until a kissing scene came up and you felt yourself freeze and you looked over at doykeom before looking back down. the thing was you and dokyeom hadn’t shared a first kiss yet. and it was more because you were shy and nervous about it. little did you know that dokyeom felt the same way. he really really liked you and didn’t want to mess anything up, especially your first kiss. but upon seeing the kissing scene on the screen, it was like something awakened in him. you both couldn’t deny the tension in the room right now and you hear dokyeom clear his throat as he turns to look at you, only to find you already looking at him. he smiles softly at this and proceeds to pull you closer to him.

“do you think--can i- um kiss you?”, he stutters out softly and you softly grin at his nervousness. but you would be lying if you said you weren't nervous too. you could hear your heart beating so fast. "yes", you whisper softly. his hand gently caresses your cheek as he looks at you like you’re his whole world. both of you close your eyes and lean in, only to end up bumping noses against each other.

you both open your eyes and he’s apologizing but you’re just blinking up at him. you let out a soft laugh. “it’s okay”, you say and this seems to ease his nerves. If he only knew how nervous you were right now too. he leans in again and presses a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away ever so slightly. you can feel him smile against your lips as you let out a giddy little giggle, making him smile even more. his smile really did things to you. you lean forward and kiss him again and pull away. you both look at each other for five seconds before you both burst into a fit of giggles and chuckles.

"this is not how i thought our first kiss would go", he admits, looking at you like pure love. "this is cute though", you tell assuring him. he gazes at you for a few more seconds before speaking.

"can i kiss you again, a proper one this time", he asks, searching your eyes. you nod and he's leaning in, closing the gap between you again as his lips meet yours again. his lips are soft against yours and he kisses you softly and gently and so sweetly. you practically melt into his arms as you kiss him back, your head getting fuzzy.

he pulls away and it takes you two seconds before your eyes flutter open, seeing dokyeom smiling down at you fondly. "hi", he says. "hi", you reply before you're both chuckling again and you bury your head in his chest, getting shy.

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if ur asking for kinktober requests... dick grayson or roy harper... maybe playing with some ropes... maybe a little hate... maybe overstimulation... maybe edging... idk just throwing out ideas im feening

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dick hated when he had to be the bad guy. he hated when you’d run your mouth and be a brat, because that was just proof that you couldn’t be the good girl he knew you could be. he’s seen you on your best behavior before, so why couldn’t you just stay that way?

maybe if you could hold the title of his good girl, you wouldn’t have a rope that’s tied your hands on either side of the bed posts. maybe if you didn’t run your mouth at dinner, you wouldn’t have your own cum dripping out of your swollen cunt from fingers alone. maybe if you apologized instead of being a brat, throwing around words you didn’t mean when you got home, dick wouldn’t be sat on his knees between your legs, nasty smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you squirm with flushed cheeks.

brat taming was something dick didn’t know he had the ability to do, that is, until he met you. the man was used to women falling under his every word without a complaint or say so. that’s how it always has been. he didn’t know women had the ability to have the mouth that you did.

"two words, princess," his voice was rough and mean. have you never heard of an apology before? apparently not by the way you shake your head and refuse to meet his eye, groaning out something instead.

dick’s cock was becoming excruciatingly hard, and his own strokes of his hand weren’t cutting it. he wasn’t going to fuck you until you apologized, half-promised that to himself when he’d opened the door to his home. but, he had his own needs too.

his hands sit on either side of your torso, knees underneath your thighs as he teasingly brings his length to rub against your folds and clit. never pushing inside, but pushing himself past your entrance with help of your wet slick.

overstimulated and fucked out, you whimper and whine underneath the man. unknowing if you want his cock to fill you up or if you want nothing to do with him at all. your body can’t decide when you attempt to writhe away from him, but your pussy flutters while doing so.

"two words, fucking slut," he reminds, hot breath fanning your face. he lowers his head, pressing a rough kiss to your cheek in which you attempt to move away from. "c’mon, be my good girl. y’know i don’t like being mean to you baby."

the sweetness of his words almost make your guard fall, wanting to turn and lock your lips with his. but you don’t. instead turning your head to scrunch your brows at him and pull your lips back. "’m a good girl, you’re just dumb," you say, words ending in a whine at the feeling of dick’s tip pushing against your clit.

dick’s teeth find their way into your neck, sucking a dark purple hickey and then pulling back with his cock in hand. his eyes never leave yours as he pumps himself a few more times.

and then his tip reaches you again, only this time he pushes only the beginning of his length inside of you as you squirm and moan below him. he thinks it’s cute, the way you’re helpless until you say the two words he wants you to say.

"wanna be a slut?" he questions, letting only his tip fill your entrance. his eyes move down to watch the way your cunt’s reacting, attempting to suck it inwards despite your nasty words.

with one fluid and fast motion, he bottoms out in you. the entirety of his length filling you up and kissing the sweet spot inside of you. dick doesn’t care for the moans or whines you give. doesn’t care that your hands are balled into fists and pulling on the rope he tied tight.

"i’ll fuck you like a slut then."

Silver Tongued Devil

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, slight spanking, rough sex, hair-pulling (for Reader), name-calling, mentioned use of sex toys in public

Word count: 0.6k

Kinktober Day 21: Degredation

A/N: I know we all joke that Matt Murdock is horny on main, but let's be honest here, we are too and kinktober wouldn't be the same without some Matt content.

Sharp pain bolted through your body as Matt fisted his hand through your hair, pulling sharply, making your head fall back and your hips buck harder into his.

"You like that?" His voice was low and breathy above you, "A little bit of pain and you're ready to come all over my dick again. When did you get so easy? Too easy." You felt another tug, more gentle than the last. "Faster, let feel my cock sinking into your cumdump cunt."

"Matt, I'm already... full of you..." He jolted his hips hard into yours, cutting off your words as another helpless whimper sounded from you.

"What was that? You need to speak up. I know your mouth is tired from sucking me off earlier but you should be able to speak. Unless I've already fucked your brains out."

Not yet. But you weren't far from it. Not if he keeps pumping you full of cock like he's been doing for the past you don't even know how long. "There's so much of you inside. Already. I feel so full."

He merely chuckles at your statement, "Of course you are. It's all you're good for. A set of holes for me to use and pump my cum into. Hmm, but you're a beautiful set of holes. Always so pretty for me, so obedient. Even when I asked you to plug two holes up with vibrators as we do shopping you did it. You were so dripping wet by the end. The store staff had quite the mess to clean up. But you kept quiet. Because you know that I'm the only one who can hear these slutty moans. Isn't that right?"

"Yes." Matt tugs on your hair once more, your ass smacking and jiggling against his thighs, "Only for you."

"And this cunt? Who does it belong to? Who's the only person who gets to use you as a living cocksleeve?" His cock slams into your cunt again and again, each thrust rougher than the last, sure to leave you sore in the morning.

"It belongs to you Matt. All of me." You let out a gasp when you feel him spank your ass in rhythm with his thrusts, "More. Fuck me however you want. I'm all yours, your... your slutty cockwhore."

"My slutty cockwhore. That's right baby. That's all you are, all you're good for. And as such you'll take my cock again and again, my cum... fucked deep in your womb where it belongs." Your mind and body snap tight as you feel another warm rush of cum flooding your insides, flowing in waves as you arch and thrash in bliss under Matt's hands. "Fuck, I can hear how sloppy your pussy is. It's so full of my cum it can't hold it all. I'll give you more. Cover you in it, inside and out."

You hum at the words, at the promise he made against the skin of your neck, "Hope you do."

"I had a feeling you were gonna say that. Never enough for a whore like you is it?"

"No." You admit without an once of shame, "It doesn't seem to bother you though."

"Bother me?" His cock twitches back to life inside of you. He's always had such impressive stamina, he barely even went soft, "Darling I live for it. You do too, I know it." His lips grazed the shell of your ear before biting into it, "How about we see how much you can handle before you're a cumdrunk, brainless mess. Last time you broke after four orgasms. And this was your only your third." So Matt started again, fully intent on fulfilling his promise and pushing you to, and past your limits.

heyyy thoughts on soft dom chan with a praise kink? 👀

!! mentions of: unprotected sex, oral sex

oh chan would be the sweetest baby. he’s always so eager to please, always itching for praise and admiration. he’d be the type to put your pleasure before anything, solely because he’s in love with the praises that tumble from your lips while he loves you.

he’d be so attentive to your needs, paying attention to what makes you squirm beneath him and what makes your pretty eyes roll back into your skull. he’d have no problem being vocal with you, communicating with you and asking you what you enjoy most. “you like that, baby? want me to go slower? like this?” he’d ask you gently, slowing his fast pace to even, sensual thrusts into your heat. you’d nod quickly, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. “‘s so good c-channie…you’re a-always so good…” you’d slur, tangling your fingers in his hair. he’d groan deeply at your praise, burying his face into your neck and pressing eager kisses against your skin. he’d keep fucking you the way you like, his deep passionate thrusts hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. it wouldn’t take you long before you’re whining his name, telling him how good he’s making you feel and how pretty he is between moans. all of your praise would make him light headed, and he’d have to try so hard to hold back his orgasm. receiving any kind of praise from you would bring him to climax faster than normal. just hearing your fucked out voice in his ear would tip him over the edge, but never before you reach your second or third orgasm <3

some nights he’d have his head between your thighs for hours, dragging his tongue up your slit and savoring the flavor of your arousal. he’d love eating you out. having his head down between your legs and tasting you while you praise him from above? oh that would be heaven for him. he’d eat you out like a starved man, sucking on your swollen bud and shoving his tongue into your hole with fervor. you’d be unable to stop yourself from clamping your thighs around his head, but he’d love it. he’d have no escape, no room to breathe. he’d just be surrounded with the smell of you, overwhelmed by the taste of you. and on top of that, you’d be babbling the sweetest praises while he tongue-fucks you.

“ah—channie…’s so good…tongue’s s-so good.”

“love you so m-much, channie…always want you…”

“don’t stop, channie! g-gonna cum…god, you’re so fucking good…”

the praise would go straight to his cock once again, and he’d just moan desperately against your heat, grinding down onto the mattress for a bit of relief. he felt like he’d blow his load in his boxers solely from your whiny pleading. in that moment, he couldn’t tell who was more desperate. he’d feel like he could beat you when it came to desperation, but he’d be proven wrong as your legs squeeze him impossibly tighter. you’d cum all over chan’s face within minutes, and he’d lap up your slick with no hesitation. you’d fist at his hair, not pulling him away, but attempting to ground yourself. you’d twitch from the overstimulation, and chan would switch to gentle kitten licks against your abused core. he’d relish in your post-orgasm bliss, listening to you mumble about how much you love him and grinding his neglected cock against the bed when you give even the slightest praise.

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