| About Me; you can call me Moon <3 I’m 20 and I use any pronouns! I write for funsies but I do also have a job unfortunately so my nonexistent post schedule can get a little sporadic 🧑💻
| Rules; Minors DNI — All smut will be tagged as such, but please don’t interact with those if you’re not 18 or older, you will be blocked! I don’t write for real people, I also don’t write for super hard kinks at my discretion, and I don’t write about negative mental health topics — I enjoy a little angst here and there but nothing super detailed !
— outside of that LETS GET FREAKY AND HAVE FUN !!! 🙂↕️🙂↕️
winter with lip…. he’s so annoying he’s definitely the type to come inside from the cold and immediately jump you because ‘you’re so warm baby jus’ lemme—’ proceeds to press his cold nose against your neck, cold hands against your tummy and promptly keeps you captive
this is adorable!! mature 18+. suggestive content, fluff!
you're minding your own damn business in your dorm, getting ready for bed and listening to some christmas music, when your door opens. lip stands there clad in a fleece jacket, hat, and gloves. a lopsided grin is on his mouth when he steps forward, burying his ice-cold nose in your neck.
you yelp in surprise and try to push him off, no real force behind the action. "c'mon, 'm so cold," he mumbles, fingers brushing your waist. "y'r so warm baby, jus' lemme—" he curls his hands under the band of your sweats, resting over the curve of your ass. "there we go, tha's better."
you sigh, giving in and bringing a hand up to his curls. you pull gently until he looks up at you, his face all red from the cold. you brush a finger over the bridge of his pink nose before kissing the tip of it. "i know another way we could warm you up," you whisper with a smirk.
lip gets your drift immediately, using the leverage of his hand placement to lift you up onto your bed.
Linecook!Scott Miller — idea from this post by @glossykissies <3
his obsession was obvious — tired eyes steady on the sizzling pan in front of him, casual as ever even while you hounded him over a dish you’d eventually realize you forgot to put in. cursing under your breath and apologizing to the cook who seemed unbothered apart from the scolding glance in your direction.
he’d argue over it with anyone else, call them some mean name unapologetically and borderline torment them for the rest of the shift, prioritizing other orders just so their tables would stiff them, ignoring every qualm or complaint they’d run in with. it wasn’t like they could really do anything about it anyway. he’s organized, fast, calculated, all results of a well-seasoned history in the business of burns and cuts and smoke breaks. too good to find a replacement for even if he was an asshole.
in the same way he kept his station clean — focused mind evident by the knives sharp and gleaming, sleeves neat and rolled up under the contrasting apron littered with the marks of hard work — he held out a sort of reverence for you. whether it was letting fries cook for a few seconds too long to pass them off to you after an offhanded comment about ‘not having time for breakfast that morning’, or just the subtle reassurance that someone was listening to you, he was warm in his own ways.
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the cold air hitting your skin after standing and serving for hours felt like both much needed relief and a slap in the face. catching yourself not un-pleasantly surprised to see Scott taking a break himself, finding respite on an old milk crate, cloud of smoke drifting away from him as he looked over.
“bad day?”
“bad week.” you corrected, hesitating for a second before shaking your head when he held out his hand, cigarette held loosely between his middle and pointer. a gesture he wouldn’t think to share with anyone else, the same one you’d declined times before.
you smoothed yourself down the wall behind you, sitting on the cold concrete and listening to the slow, quiet breaths of the man across from you. it was easy to talk to him about shitty customers, easy to get pissed off at him over something you’d forget all about at the end of the night, easy to watch him cleaning up from the spot he reserved for you on the counter, and even easier to sit with him and say nothing at all.
you sighed when you checked your phone, the time telling you your break was just about over. you let your head fall back and watched as Scott stepped on the remnants of his peace and walked over to you, hand outstretched for you once again.
and if i say mean!linecook!scott who is literally an asshole to everyone but you and does shit however he likes because he knows he won’t get fired — he’s the best at his job…
ppl always ask “how is someone as sweet as you with him?” and your answer is always “well he’s good to me!”
gonna play a fun game called how nasty can i make this.
5) filming it, either for private purposes or because they’re amateur pornstars — from ; smut prompts
content tags: fem reader, smut btc fucking duh, face fucking and face sitting
thank you for celebrating with me! 🪩 → mouse's 500 | submissions closed ♡
Lip had gotten the filthy idea to film the three of you together— and to your surprise, Carmy seemed to be interested. You thought he'd be absolutely mortified by the idea of filming something so intimate, considering what a private person Carmy was. But, with both boyfriends on board, you agreed it might be fun.
You decided to dress up for the video, putting on some pretty lingerie that the boys had bought for you that you had yet to wear. And you decided that today would be the day.
While Lip set up his phone, you relaxed back on the bed, your lace clad body on full display for both boyfriends. And Carmy watched anxiously, but seeing you in the lingerie eased him a little bit.
Of course, you were equal parts nervous and excited about filming. It was exhilarating, thrilling, especially knowing the boys would 100% put on a show for the camera.
Lip wasted virtually no time pouncing on you, he was acting like a damn man possessed, honestly. But, Carmy wasn't far behind.
It didn't take long before your video virtually turned into a nasty game of twister. Carmy was laying on the floor, you sitting on his face with Lip's cock in your mouth. And this was only the beginning of it.
Lip fisted your hair, holding you in place as he rutted into your throat while you drooled around his thick shaft. You were moaning around him as Carmy's tongue expertly fucked into you, his nose nudging at your clit to taunt you.
"That's it, sweetheart, look nice 'n pretty for the camera," Lip grunted as he gazed down at you. "Doin' s'good for us, princess. Gonna cum on Bear's face while I cum down that pretty little throat, yeah?"
Lip's filthy words spurred you on, helping to drive you closer to the edge as your walls clamped around Carmy's tongue. You soaked his mouth and chin right before Lip was cumming down your throat.
"Fuck yes, take it," He groaned, holding you in place by your hair. "Fuuuck."
You hoped this video would be for the private collection only.
late to the party but. pervy roommate carm who accidentally sees you changing. like shirt off full chest out and he’s just. stuck standing there. and you can see his jeans tighten before he finally squeezes his eyes shut and mumbles apologies
omg hi so he's sooooooo embarrassed
100% something like you had the apartment to yourself cause he always works so late and being as you're in the shower you don't hear him come in
so under the assumption that you're home alone you walk out of the bathroom in the middle of pulling a tshirt over your head in just your underwear and nothing else and when I tell you Carmen freezes when he sees you because surely this is a dream
definitely puts a hand over his eyes when he realizes and you've finished pulling your shirt down your body
anyways he uses the image of you topless to get off later that night with his nose shoved into the pillow to keep his noises muffled
ONE MORE ONE MORE - Pulling them closer by the collar of their shirt or their belt - from smut prompt list 1 I think ??
with a Mr. Murdock while he’s trying to leave for work in the morning WOOF
RAAAHHH Matt Murdock i love you so bad!!!
word count: 0.8k
content warnings: pretty tame! gets spicy at the end though!
side note: now feels like a good time to mention my favorite Mikaelson brother is Elijah
come celebrate!
You don't stay the night at Matt's often. Not because neither of you don't want that! It's just that you're only a few months into your relationship, and you guys want to take it slow.
Matt doesn't get much free time to himself either, so you're both stuck with quickies at the office or against the wall during one of your lunches.
Despite that, Matt had taken the night off. From everything.
Waking up to him the next morning is a blessing of its own. His face is relaxed.... Soft in a way you've never seen him before. His shoulders are relaxed, arms tucked under his pillow and face pressed into the satin fabric of his sheets.
"You're staring.." Matt's voice is soft, but it still surprises you.
"Am not..." You whisper back, still watching his face. His eyes flutter open slowly and there's a small grin creeping at the corners of his mouth.
"Your uh... Your heart does this thing, when you're looking at me specifically and it's been about... three minutes of that?" Matt's teasing you but you can feel your face flush. He's caught you red handed.
Matt chuckles softly before he brings a hand to your cheek, smiling wider at the warmth of them.
"Look at you.." He says it like it's something wondrous.
His admiration is interrupted by his phone's robotic voice announcing Foggy's call. You groan loudly as Matt huffs, letting go of your face to roll over and get his phone. You watch his back as he sits himself up, answering Foggy's call. You don't pay much mind to what he's saying, visually tracing the scars on his back and taking in the way his muscles flex.
Matt sighs after he says goodbye to Foggy, flopping back on the bed, his head landing gently against your thighs.
"New client?" You ask him.
"New client.." Matt sighs. You know he loves his work, he doesn't mean anything by his sighing.
"No rest for the wicked," you remind him, bringing a hand to run through his hair.
Matt sighs again before grabbing your hand, bringing its to his mouth and placing a soft kiss to your palm. He places another kiss before rolling himself over, resting on his forearms and leaning in your direction. Without needing much prompting, you give him a kiss to the lips, letting him melt into it before he has to pull himself away.
You watch Matt as he pushes himself off the mattress and crosses the room to his closet, and you think you could get used to spending mornings at Matt's.
"You're staring again.." He tells you off handedly as he pulls out a shirt and pants.
"Yeah, yeah.." You huff, pushing yourself up to sit back against the pillows. Matt places his clothes at the foot of the bed before going to his dresser and pulling out new boxers and two ties.
"Pick one?" Matt holds out both of them for you to choose from. He knows you've found a way to incorporate different ties into his preexisting collection. You've described them to him before, but he likes to have to describe them again after you choose one.
You hum softly, looking at your two options.
"This one," you say, touching the one in his left hand. "It's mostly red, but its got these delicate black swirls... Like marble swirls..."
"Sounds beautiful.." Matt tells you, letting you take the chosen tie and turning to put the other one back in the drawer.
You watch Matt from the bed, as he puts on his shirt, buttoning it up slowly. Like he's trying to tease you. Once he starts pulling on his pants is when your resolve breaks.
"Wait, come 'ere.." You hold your hands out for him.
The way his head perks up is endearing, however he's quick to please, walking around to your side of the bed.
The moment he's within reach, you slip your fingers through his belt loops and tug softly. You don't miss the way he inhales softly as his knees hit the edge of the mattress. Removing one of your hands from his belt loops, you bring your hand to his cheek, guiding him down to you to kiss him.
Matt is more than happy to reciprocate, bringing both his hands to hold your face as he takes the lead. With him playing into your hand, you slip your fingers up from his waist to slip under his dress shirt. Matt groans at your feather light touches, pulling away reluctantly. You can't help but chase after his mouth, pressing quick chaste kisses as he tries to regain his composure.
"Sweetheart-" He manages to get out between kisses.
You hum softly, feigning innocence as you start to trail kisses along his jaw. He huffs above you when you nip gently at his neck.
"I have to go-" You cut Matt off with another quick kiss.
"You can be a little late, can't you?" You ask him, slipping your hand down to his boxer briefs to palm over his half hard cock. Matt sighs heavily against your mouth and you already know he'll stay.
Hello!! Please pretend I'm not 3 days late lmaooo...here's my first addition to the lovely Tuna-Tober!
Tuna-Tober Day 1: Falling Asleep In A Hospital Room
Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader
Warnings: hospital, mention of injuries, a little bit of angst with fluff
Word Count: 600
“Frank,” you said quietly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. He hadn’t let go of you since he got here, hadn’t taken his eyes off you, hadn’t stopped making sure you were safe. “You can go home. I’m okay.”
“Not a chance, sweetheart,” he responded, his voice even lower than usual with how he was fighting to stay awake. It was past three in the morning, and you’d both been here since noon when he had rushed you to the emergency room. “If they wanna discharge you tomorrow morning, I’ll leave tomorrow morning.”
You smile fondly, your thumb rubbing back and forth on his hand. “I appreciate the chivalry, but you look like you’re going to pass out. At least go get some coffee.”
He just shakes his head, shifting slightly in his seat. “I'm fine. You warm enough? Need another pillow?”
Frank, to most, seemed like an impassive man. His set jaw, his furrowed brows, his constant attempts to keep this expression blank, it all pointed to the conclusion he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. But you knew him. You knew his insistence on staying put, his frequent scans of the room, and the periodic twitching of his index finger meant he was worried out of his mind. He knew you were safe. Logically, he knew you were going to be fine. But the sight of you in a hospital bed had him on edge. He felt compelled to find the threat, something he could put down to keep you alive and well.
“Frank,” you said softly. “I’m okay. It’s just a broken bone.”
“Two broken bones.” he corrected gruffly.
You gave him a nonchalant shrug. “One broken bone, two broken bones…the only difference is gonna be my hospital bill.” you tried for a laugh but only got a grimace. You sat up and put your other hand below your joined ones, bringing them up to kiss his.
“I’m okay. I’m safe. I’m with you. Alright?”
He just stared at you for a moment, his eyes unconvinced and wavering.
With a small grunt you move yourself to the right and pat the open spot next to you. “C’mon, big guy. You need some sleep.”
“I’m fine—“
“If you’re not gonna listen to me when I say I’m fine, I won’t listen to you when you say it. Come on.” you pat the spot again. When he doesn’t move, you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow. “Really? You would deny a woman cuddles?”
That cracked his shell, a twitch in his lips making him smile, just a little bit. It was the world to you.
“There’s barely enough room on that mattress for you by yourself--”
You sighed, shaking your head and feigning offense. “No, no, I see how it is. I guess I’ll just have to sleep in here all by myself. Alone. Cold. Wounded--”
“Oh hell--”
You beamed as he climbed in next to you, moving close to him to rest your head on his chest.
“Easy, easy, be careful, honey.” he grumbled, enveloping your body in his arms, careful to not bump into your injuries.
Once you were both settled and comfortable you sighed, letting your eyes drift shut. His fingers trailed back and forth on your forearm in a soothing motion, pressing a kiss to the top of your head every now and then. It wasn’t long before you both fell asleep, the sound of each other’s breathing a soothing lullaby.
Carmy with ❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜ and high on adrenaline kind of sex maybe after he receives a Michelin star for the bear
HEHEHEHEHE incredible, thank u Sonia 🫡
notes; writing celebration reqs like it hasn’t been over a month whoopsies I’d apologize but it will happen again unfortunately
cw; smut btc, gn reader, a little fingering, mostly a lot of praising Carmy, enjoy <3
he was usually full of anxious energy, nervous, stressed, panicked about whatever thought — or thoughts rather, his brain had clung to that particular moment.
this was different, of course he was worried he’d made it all up or said something stupid during the phone call and blocked it out but even the panic was hard to grasp onto; being pushed out by the sweet sound of you congratulating him.
the second he walked through the door you were wrapping your arms around him, praising him repeatedly between kisses like you’d just die if he didn’t know how proud of him you were. ‘Carm’ and ‘you did it’ and ‘you deserve it’ on repeat by you and his own mind.
“baby — baby, thank you, can I take my coat off please?” you’d barely noticed you were crowding him at the door, stepping away only long enough for him to be ‘couch ready’ before wrapping yourself around his arm.
with his coat seemingly went his inhibitions, bringing his mouth back to your own and stumbling your way to the couch.
any other day he’d be slower — take his time focusing on all the ways to drive you crazy before his pants were even off, but the rush of finally being able to accept the recognition you’d told him time and time again he deserved made him hasty, greedy, and focused.
tattooed hands found their way below the waistband of your pants, skilled fingers pleading to be occupied, and your continued praises against his tongue — though revered, were getting in his way of hearing you moan against him. how else was he supposed to know he was doing his job right?
“you’re so proud of me, I know. will you shut up for a second so I can hear you?” though contradictory to the pleasure-filled mind, you knew what he meant.
moving your head to nip at the side of his neck at his tone, and returning your mouth to his as he slid a finger into you, earning him the privilege of a moan right into his mouth that he had deemed so necessary.
hi! can i request a scott smut where you're on the phone for a work call or something and scott decides it's the perfect time to have some fun, freakiness level is up to you 🤭 thank you!!
ohhh my god WHY OF COURSE!!!! thank u anon, this is beautiful
pay attention — Scott Miller x reader <3
notes; Scott miller how I missed you </3 trying to catch up on all my drafts finally i promise
cw; smut btc, afab!gn reader, pnv — no condom mention are u new here, a splash of choking, somnophilia mentioned if u squint, scott being scott, basically porn no plot, enjoy <3
it wasn’t your fault he had to leave so much. traveling was just a part of the job, no matter your objections. he was good at it, and though he wouldn’t admit it he enjoyed it.
coming home late meant you were usually asleep, or sleepily waiting on him and passing out the minute he drags you off to bed. mornings were the only time you really got together most weekdays and you were not letting them go to waste.
fortunately that’s how you ended up arching your back off the bed with your nightgown scrunched up around your waist, scotts fingers gripping you over the silk like they began and ended there.
you let him know weeks ago that he should wake you up before he left for work, for a little stress relief if nothing else. and he had, smoothing his hands up the silk covering your skin while you sighed, eyes still closed.
it was early, your alarm had yet to blare out but sunlight was beginning to drift through the curtains, you weren’t expecting anything to disrupt the quiet only adjourned by the dreamy sighs leaving your lips and the lewd squelch following each of his thrusts over you.
unfortunately, someone had called out of work that morning and your exasperated boss was calling you to come in early, disturbing your peace only for a moment while you reached over to see who it was.
“shit, I have to take this.” of course you should’ve known that wasn’t enough to stop Scott, giving him a questioning glance when he told you to answer it, having no clear intention on stopping unless you asked him to.
his heart was in the right place — or rather his dick, set on giving both of you the release you’d been whining about through texts about missing him the night before.
“what? scott-“ the third ring of your phone had come and gone, as had scotts patience for the grading sound.
“answer it. and pay attention, unless you want your boss to know what you’re too busy to come in for.” though his darkened, sleep-ridden voice had you clenching around him, you’d really rather not have to make eye contact with your boss after that.
you answered and put the phone to your ear, biting your lip after what you hoped came off as a sleepy ‘hello’. your boss’ voice was hard enough to listen to when you weren’t getting fucked into the mattress, now it just sounded like nonsense.
when he seemed to be finished speaking you had to apologize and ask him to repeat it, making up an excuse about it being ‘so early’ while you had no problem letting scott know how good he was making you feel moments before.
he wanted you to come in a few hours before you were scheduled, which just so happened to be in about thirty minutes. surely he was out of his mind, but you couldn’t exactly tell him that. instead opting to roll your eyes and clamp a hand around your mouth during a particularly deep thrust.
“what’d he want?” scott asked, bringing you back out of the space in your head reserved just for him. your boss cleared his throat on the phone, likely getting antsy at your lack of clear response.
“sorry” one of Scotts hands was finding its way to your throat, “I would, but I’m actually busy all morning.” and his hand was squeezing just enough to make your head fuzzy — to remind you he was listening.
your boss seemed pissed but you couldn’t find it in yourself to indulge in his sighs of displeasure when you were trying so hard to muffle sounds of your own. you recommended he call someone else and hastily hung up the phone, free to moan and sigh and beg your boyfriend for whatever he’d give you.
so my first choice was "Superman" by Eminem ft Dina Rae but only cause thats what I was listening to when you sent that in
but on the low "Horns" by Bryce Fox feels very you!! I love love that song <3
but also kind of something twangy and country like a Colter Wall song or like an Ethel Cain song,,,, maybe "Caroline" by Colter Wall ft Belle Plaine <3
he could tell you wanted something by the way you wouldn’t sit still, ignoring the hand on your waist gripping you tighter in an attempt to wordlessly remind you he was busy. but he was always busy, at least that’s what your brain was urging you to tell him. it always felt like longer than it was when he was away, the couple of hours he was actually out of reach had dragged out and felt more like days. maybe you were higher than you thought, maybe you really just missed him that much.
“you mind? I’m on the phone.” he got tired of your antics as you restlessly tried to get closer to him, fingers accidentally finding a particularly tender bruise over his ribs, making him wince in the middle of his conversation.
“sorry, just missed you.” you leaned down to ‘kiss it better’, resting your head against his chest when his unoccupied hand found the top of your head.
“I’m right here. wasn’t even gone that long, sweetheart — no not you, David. Jesus.” breathing in the warm, musky scent that you could only describe as Frank, feeling more and more floaty as you listened to the low bass of his voice getting softer as he watched your blinks get longer and longer.
“go on to bed baby, i’m not going anywhere. we’ll go get some food when you wake up, yeah?”
