My Wonderland Mind

Relax For Me

Originally posted by amhrosina

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Female Reader

Warnings: Language. Smut. Hand job. Edging. Teasing. Happy Endings. Massage. Mildly submissive Matt. Slight D/s undertones. Light praise kink. Good good devil boy. Fluff. Kissing. No use of Y/N. Matt’s pov.

Summary: “Oh,” You gasp softly. “Oh.” 

“I lied. Let’s stop. I can just get off now and you never have to offer another massage ever again.” Matt rambles, his cheeks hot and flushed, trying to sit up.

Your hand on his chest halts him. 

“So you want to get off alone, or-”

Otherwise known as the one where Matt was supposed to be relaxing, and the opposite happens.

Words: 3,017

A/N: I strictly blame you @pastafossa. Instead of writing this actual fic this scene would be a part of, I WRITE THIS FOR YOU. Anyway, this will be part of a fic that will more than likely be a deleted scene. Doesn’t give away any spoilers or part of a plot, kinda. This is my first ever Matt Murdock/Daredevil fic, please bare with me.

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roger-reblogs:

itmepercy:

samirows:

smattenhove:

cacen:

teapartyasian:

Is there a word that’s a mix between angry and sad

malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolated

smad.

there are two types of people

i’ve only seen this legendary post in screenshots

It’s always so cool when you find these legendary posts and the OPs are not deactivated. It’s like, the gods still walk among us.

Originally posted by kissmyastrology

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stuckinapril:

True isolation is when everyone else is talking about their vibrant teenage experience and you’re like. I was just trying to survive

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xluciifer:

{ 𓆩 x 𓆪 }

This is stunning

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kingofmyborrowedheart:

The thing that is striking me the most about this album is just how messy and human it is. She’s not holding anything back or trying to appear one way or another. She’s just letting it all out regardless of what anyone might say. She found that trying to be polished and keep all the ugly, imperfect, human stuff in to be stifling and just said fuck it I need to do this for me. This album was an exorcism for her.

bookofmirth:

(via bobgasm)

onlyyseedaylight:

me after listening to the most emotionally devastating song I have ever heard because an even more upsetting one is about to start

livluvlavgh:

I hate it here is for all the girlies who grew up reading books as a precocious child and dreamt of worlds that exist only in a sophisticated imagination, for the girls who live in delusions

sourdough-seal:

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

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kimlockholmes:

songtaegguk:

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finnglas:

coffee-or-hot-cocoa:

thetatteredveil:

shymagnolia:

shymagnolia:

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

i need all the help i can get for finals

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

At this point literally anything helps.

For my upcoming mid terms, semi finals and finals. Please.

Eh fuck it let’s do this not like i’m gonna lose anything anyways

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bejeweleds:

The professor said to write what you know, looking backwards might be the only way to move forwards. Then the actors were hitting their marks, and the slow dance was a light within the sparks. And the tears fell in synchronicity with the score, and at least she knew what the agony had been for.
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