#But please refrain from sending dirty asks

[e-kamski-cyberlifeceo]

your punishment for not asking me any questions is me talking about myself until you get curious about me and aspecialy my work

[arminsumi]

AFTERCARE WITH EREN.

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 — エレン⋅ gn reader

NOTE: when was the last time i wrote for my fav genocidal maniac 🤭💀 kidding. fun fact i started writing online because i had it bad for eren lol. anyways i have one of these coming for gojo 👍 and maybe others!! bc i love aftercare and crave more stuff centered around it, if u have any good aftercare post recs send em to my inbox thank uuu!!

🔞 mdni / mdnr / 18+ content

SUMMARY — just gentle/caring bf Eren cleaning you up after rearranging your guts 😇

WARNINGS — implied/mentioned smut, n.sfw, implied smut contents; light roughplay (?), against the wall, condoms used 👍, spanking/hairpulling, very small and brief "daddy", he calls u baby, i think it's gn reader? lmk if there's something that's not gn thank u

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

He pulls his sweatpants up and discards his condom. You slump against the wall and slide down it, moments earlier you were just being fucked against that very wall by your boyfriend. His hands and dirty talk may have a tender touch, but his cock sure doesn't; it rearranges your whole perspective on reality, you feel so shaky after a good session.

"Erennn." you call out his name, "help me up."

"Pretty baby. Did I go too hard on you?" he asks worriedly.

"A little bit. But I liked it." you smile with a tired, satisfied look.

He gives you an almost pitiful head tilt. "C'mere — hold onto me. Lock those legs 'round my waist baby, there we go."

Of course Eren can't refrain from planting a light tap to your ass while he carries you to the bathroom of his little apartment. You still feel the numb sting of all that spanking, and a vague tingle across your scalp from when he pulled your hair when he came so hard.

"You good baby?" he asks in a gentle murmur. "You spaced out."

He's set you down on the sink counter top, slowly cleaning up your between your thighs, tentatively pecking your ears and cheeks. You almost laugh. Is this really the same boy that just fucked you standing against the wall and made you scream daddy loud enough to wake the neighborhood?

"I'm fine, 'just fucked me too good." you murmur back at him.

He has a very slight smile adorning his features. "Need a rest, huh?" he teases.

"Yes, please. Let's nap."

"Nah, you nap, I'm gonna go get us food. Wait for me."

[cheolhub]

that pic of mh and ww together got me thinking about dressing room fucking with the 2 of them wtf wtf

DRESSING ROOM + WONWOO & MINGHAO

wc. mobile >< so idk

warnings. stylist sub!reader, fingering, lots of dirty talk, pet names, wonhao sandwich ^^, meanie!hao and less meanie!wonwoo, degradation (use of slutty x2), very unrealistic — MINORS DNI 18+

note. i have no words. completely speechless over the photoshoot. anon ur sick for this but ily (not proofread srry but @hwanghyunjinenthusiast ily lol)

“we shouldn’t…” you pant, voice cracking. “they’re gonna come look for you if y-you— fuck,” you sigh out the cruse, throwing your head back on to wonwoo’s barely clothed chest. 

minghao coos teasingly, dainty fingers rubbing your clit faster. “that’s cute— you wanna get caught?”

you gasp, the image of getting caught with two models playing with you like you’re their little toy plays in your head. it would surely get you fired, so why is it turning you on so much?

“i think she wants to, hao, pretty little thing keeps grinding on me.” wonwoo’s deep voice reverberates in your ears and entire body and you swear your eyes are going to roll back just at the way he sounds. 

minghao hums, hand dipping further into your pants so his fingers tease your drooling hole. “she is pretty, isn’t she?”

wonwoo smirks, lips coming to press against the shell of your ear. “so pretty,” he murmurs, voice dropping another octave. it sends a wave of arousal out of your core, sure to drench hao’s fingers. 

you feel your heart squeeze at the compliment from the attractive men you’re sandwiched between. these two models think you’re pretty? god, you must be dreaming.

you’re quickly reminded that this is very much reality when minghao pipes up again. “she’s so wet, too,” he hisses, continuing to talk about you as if you weren’t here. you should probably feel offended, but you can’t care when his fingers finally push their way into your pussy. 

“yeah? all wet over this? we’ve barely touched you, baby,” he breathes against your ear and you whine, legs ready to give out. 

minghao chuckles, fingers moving in and out of you, stretching you open. “‘s kinda slutty, don’t you think?” 

“oh, it’s very slutty.” wonwoo chuckles, large hands coming to play with your tits. “our pretty little stylist getting all wet over the thought of taking two cocks—“

his words with minghao’s fingers make you moan loudly. “please.” 

“oh-ho, you want that?” minghao laughs and you can’t help but clench around his fingers, giving him the wordless admission that you do, in fact, want their cocks. “aw, why don’t you tell us how much you want it, baby?” he gives you a faux pout and it’s mean. so so mean. so mean that it has you clamping around his fingers again.

“please, wan’ you both… wanna take both of your cocks– so bad,” you beg prettily. much too pretty for their liking. it has wonwoo squeezing your clothed tits again as he groans in your ear and it has minghao attempting to plunge his fingers into you faster, but he’s restricted by the angle and your clothing. he grunts in frustration, pulling his digits out, eliciting a loud whine of disapproval from you. 

“should we give her what she wants, wonwoo?” he asks the man behind you, ignoring your cute little protests. 

he groans, the large tent in his jeans digging into the flesh of your ass. “think we should, she’s been so good for us,” he rolls his hips against you and you let out a tiny whimper. he continues, “haven’t you?”

you realize the question was directed at you when he squeezes your tits again. you immediately respond, incessantly nodding your head, “yes! yes… ‘ve been so good.”

“that you have,” minghao smiles wickedly, leaning into you. “don’t worry, pretty girl, we’ll give you exactly what you need.”

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[bteezxyewriter12]

Dirty Little Secret/ 3

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 3.9k

Includes- Sex, missionary, slow sex, multiple orgasms, angst, fluff

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J POV

Trying to move in my sleep, I feel something heavy on me, keeping me in my place

What the hell?

I blink my eyes open, waiting for them to focus

When I can see, I look down, pure happiness hitting me hard

And I remember last night

Wooyoung is still here in my bed with me, still in my arms, cuddling into me

My god he's gorgeous when he sleeps

My arm and shoulder are aching, probably from his head laying on me all night but I'm not moving

I don't know when the next time I'll be able to hold him will be, so I'm taking it all now

I watch him sleep, running my fingers in his soft black hair

My eyes land on the beauty mark under his eye that I absolutely love

I can't count the number of times I wanted to just touch it, kiss it but I refrain

And the one on his lip....

Obviously I can't kiss that but sometimes when he's talking to me, every sound leaves my ears and I just stare at it

Now that he's sleeping, I can oogle his beauty marks all I want

I can oogle his everything but my eyes just stay on his face

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I don't know how much time has passed but Wooyoung is stirring now

He's letting out little sighs, his eyebrows furrowing as he snuggles closer

"Mmmm", he groans, his eyes opening

I hold my breath as he looks at my chest, his eyebrow raising up

His eyes move up to my face and I wonder if he's going to freak out

Instead, I watch a huge smile burst on his face, confusing the fuck out of me

His hand moves from around me, softly touching my cheek, then moving into my hair

I have no idea what's happening and the next thing I know, his lips are pressed against mine

He's fucking kissing me

Oh my god, he's kissing me

He's never kissed me before

I immediately melt into his amazing kiss, feeling like the floor, the ground, the earth fell from underneath me

It's him

I knew it was him

His tongue licks my lip and I immediately open my mouth, letting his tongue in

When his touches mine, presses against my tongue, stars blast in my vision and I moan softly

He presses his body against mine, kissing me like he's never going to again

Which to be fair, I don't know if it ever will happen again

I need to take it now and hope that maybe kissing me will make him realize I'm here, I love him, I'm someone who wants him and will love him unconditionally

But I doubt it

Burying my hand in his hair, I kiss him hard, playing with his tongue, his hand running down my back, sending shivers down my spine

When he gets to my leg, he pulls it over his, his hard on pressing against me

That makes me so wet

How could I be so horny as soon as I wake up?

Because the guy I'm in love with is kissing me

That's why

His hand stays on my ass, squeezing softly

"Please", he asks, between kisses

I nod, pressing closer to him, his length right by my entrance

He moves a little, inside but instead of thrusting hard, he slowly goes in, inch by inch, spreading me open around him so pleasurably

"Oh god baby", he whimpers as I moan his name

"Woo"

Bottoming out, he stays inside me, holding me on him, my pussy clenching around him

God he feels so fucking good

"You feel so good", he whimpers, pressing kisses to my neck, "Fuck princess you're perfect"

Princess?

Did he just call me princess?

"I'm gonna move baby, ok?"

And baby?

What's going on?

"Baby?"

"Yeah Woo", I say, confused

He slowly pulls back and I whine from the loss of him inside me

I crave him

"I'm coming princess", he whispers, slowly sliding back in, his head brushing against my spot

"Wooyoung", I moan, shaking against him

He moves, slowly getting me on my back and going on top of me

He leans on his forearms on either side of my head, while I wrap my arms around him, hands against his back

He looks down at me, smiling softly, then leans down to kiss me

At the same time, his hips pull back, then moves forward, over and over, keeping a slow pace

I can feel everything

Feel him open me wide, feel his rock hard cock moving and throbbing inside me, his skin against mine as he lays on me

The feel of his tongue pressing against mine, his mouth moving with mine, his perfect muscles moving under my hands

God that's so fucking sexy and turning me on so much

He moves his arm under and around me, lifting me slightly but keeping me against him, while his other hand travels to my boob, squeezing it

The way he's holding me makes his pelvis rub against my clit every time he moves and it's fucking heaven

"Fuck princess, too good. You're too good", he whimpers

"You're too good baby", I answer, pressing kisses to his jaw

I love this, slow sex but still passionate

He still manages to make everything feel incredible

Every thrust brings me closer, clenching his cock harder until I'm ready to explode

Just as he slides back in, he presses his lips to mine, kissing me as I orgasm all over him, my body in so much pleasure that I can't stop the shaking

Nor the moaning in his mouth

He doesn't stop, fucking me through my orgasm

The kiss ends and I moan his name loudly

"Wooyoung. Oh god Wooyoung"

"Yes princess", he murmurs, nuzzling his face against my cheek, "Fuck baby. One more for me?"

I nod

Definitely

"Yeah baby", I agree

His thrusts get a little faster but still the pace is slow and it almost feels like....

No it can't be

He's not....he's not making love to me

It feels like that because it's slow but I know that's not what's happening

It's just probably because he just woke up, is being lazy and doesn't want to get into his kinks now

I know it means much more to me than him

To me it's him actually having sex with me

Calling me pet names although I know he's doing it in the moment

But for now I can just pretend

His thumb brushes against my nipple and I gasp at the sudden increase in pleasure

"Fuck Jo, so pretty for me", he says, kissing my cheek, "Always so pretty"

Turning my head, I kiss him again

I need to feel his lips against mine

I may never have it again

I need it

As he slips back in, I move my hips up, meeting his thrust

He goes in deeper and fuck me, stars blast in my vision from the bliss

"Oh god", he moans, then kisses me again

We move together, over and over, moaning, gripping each other hard

He buries his face in my neck, moaning and kissing my skin

"I'm gonna...Woo...I'm..", I trail off, not able to keep talking

"Yes princess, say my name, please baby, yell my name", he begs

"I...I"

My orgasm is so close, it's right there, I feel myself throbbing hard on his cock

"Yes baby, fuck, so good. You're right there princess. Fall apart for me", he pleads, moving a little faster, "Fall apart on my cock. Please"

"Www..Wooyoung!", I cry, ecstacy blinding me as I cum so fucking hard, "Wooyoung!"

"Oh fuck, Joanne!", he yells, "I'm coming. Princess, I'm coming"

I feel his cock throb over and over as his hot cum fills me

"Fuck baby", I moan, all of it feeling so good

I love feeling him orgasm

I love being full of his cum

I love being with him

"Yes baby. Feels so good Jo, fuck you feel amazing", he whimpers as he finishes

He pulls out but doesn't go far, laying down next to me, keeping me in his arms, his face still in my neck

I have no idea what's going on or what I should do but I can't just lay here and do nothing

So I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, playing with his hair

"Do you have to work today?", he asks softly

"Uh no. It's Saturday. I don't work Saturdays"

"Right. I remember", he says, "Would you...would you wanna come to the performance tonight?"

I didn't know he had a performance

Or maybe I did and I forgot

But I have nothing to do anyway and I'll always support him

"Yeah Woo. I'll come"

He nods, "Ok. Can....can we sleep a little more? I don't have to be at the venue until later"

Is he ok?

He wants to sleep with me?

I expected him to get up and leave, like he always does

I get him wanting to stay last night

I pushed him far and he was exhausted

I get him wanting to cuddle- he was needy after the intense sex session

I just don't get it right now

Of course I want to sleep more with him and I'll never deny him anything

I just find it weird

"Yeah Woo, we can sleep more"

He hums in agreement, lifting his head, pressing a soft kiss to my lips

Then he just lays on me and cuddles into me like he didn't alter my entire world

I have no idea what to think and my brain isn't fully awake to process this

"Can you hold me?", he asks

"Yeah", I whisper, wrapping my arms around him

It feels so right to have him in my arms

I'm too tired to think and I know that eventually I'll just have more questions than answers

Questions that can't be answered unless I talk to him

Which isn't going to happen

So I just close my eyes, cuddle into him and try to fall asleep

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Wooyoung POV

I walk into the dressing room after changing my clothes, my eyes on her

On the couch

Where she always is when I'm getting dressed

Waking up to her was fucking amazing

Seeing her asleep, feeling her arms around me, being tangled with her

It's my dream come true and I want to wake up that way every day

We woke up kinda late and we rushed to get dressed and over here

It was kinda awkward at first, both of us not talking as we dressed but I guess the rush over here distracted from the weirdness

As soon as I came in, I was reamed by Hongjoong for being late, then thrown clothes and told to change then get my ass in a chair for hair and makeup

I got changed and now I'm gonna wait to be called for the rest

I'm heading towards her to sit with her when Mina walks in my path

"Woo", she greets as she comes closer to me

Great

Fucking great

"Uh hi", I answer, taken aback when she throws her arms around my neck hugging me

I awkwardly hug her back then try to step back but she keeps her arms around my neck

I want her off right now

This feels wrong

She's not the one I want to be touching me

"I had so much fun the other day", she gushes

I glance quickly at Joanne, sitting on the couch

Her eyes immediately snap away from me back to her phone

Fuck, she was already watching this stupid interaction

And I saw the upset look on her face

Or maybe that's just my wishful thinking

"Yeah uh, it was fun", I lie, trying to get her arms off me

I want to just rip them off but what I'm doing right now is not working

"Do you think we can maybe go out again?"

Wait, she's asking me out?

Shouldn't she wait for me?

"Uh maybe. I uh have to check my schedule"

She smiles, "Ok Woo"

Then she leans closer, kissing me on my lips

And my body screams that this is wrong

This isn't what I want

This isn't who I want

And then I remember her, sitting right there on the couch

Shit

Movement in my peripheral vision makes me tear my lips from Mina's, watching Joanne wipe her eyes as she gets up and starts heading for the dressing room door, visibly upset

"Mina let go", I say automatically

"What?"

"Let go of me", I say stepping away from her and she drops her arms

"Wooyoung-", she starts but I run after Joanne

She's upset

Could that mean she feels something for me?

Running out of the room, I see her further down the hall

"Jo!", I call running after her

She stops but doesn't turn around

"Jo", I call again as I catch up to her

She slowly turns around, a smile plastered to her face

"What's up Woo?"

I'm not letting this act fool me again

She tried that last time and I fell for it

Not this time

"What's wrong Jo? Why did you leave?", I ask

"Oh, I uh...I got a message", she holds up her phone, "It uh...it upset me-"

"Stop it", I demand

She stops talking, staring at me with a raised eyebrow

"What's really wrong?", I ask

I'm scared I might be wrong

That she doesn't feel anything for me and I'm just embarrassing myself

But if there's a tiny sliver of hope, especially after this morning, I'm taking it

"I told you, I got a message-"

I shake my head, walking closer to her, "Stop lying to me"

"I'm not-"

"Yes you are", I say bravely, standing right in front of her, "Don't lie to me anymore. Don't hide anything from me"

"Then you don't hide anything either!", she shoots back

"I won't", I promise, "Never again"

With that, I pull her to me, my lips crashing against hers as I kiss her deeply

Again, my world shifts and I feel like I'm supposed to be with her

She's mine

Her arms slide up my body, wrapping around my neck, holding me tightly, kissing me hard

And this feels right

Just like this morning

It felt right to be in her arms, to sleep with her, to wake up to her

To kiss her

All too soon the kiss ends, I lean my forehead against hers, breathing hard

"I love you", I whisper, still scared to say it any louder than that

Her eyes lift to mine, surprise and...hope in them

Hope?

"You....", she trails off

"Love you", I say, a bit louder, "My god Jo, you have no idea in love with you I am"

"What?", she breathes

"I know it's...it's like it's out of nowhere for you but for me it's not. I've...I've loved you for a long time and all I ever wanted was you"

I feel her hands on my face, cupping my cheeks then her smooth soft lips back on mine

She's kissing me

Fuck she's kissing me

I move my arms around her wrist, holding her against me

She pulls away, looking in my eyes, "I love you Woo"

I feel the shock hit my system

I swear I didn't think this would happen

I thought she'd say that she just sees me as a friend or if I was lucky at the very least she'd try to date me

I never thought she'd love me too

"Are you serious?"

"So serious Woo. I'm in love with you just as much as you are with me. For years"

"Years?", I gape

God, if only I said something sooner, she could of been mine this whole time

"Yeah Woo. I've always loved you. Since high school"

"Why didn't you say anything?", I ask

She looks down, "Well because I was a dumb awkward teenager then and I didn't know what to say. Then you went for training, then you debuted and you're this amazing idol who is literally the dream guy of so many girls. You're so talented with an amazing voice and the way you move when you dance is mesmerizing. You're beautiful and hot and so totally out of my league. Beautiful girls like Mina go after you, they're the ones who deserve you, not a loser like me who still has no idea what she wants to do in life"

I hate the way she's talking about herself

She's not a loser and she's gorgeous

"You're everything and I'm not. There's no way I could of ever told you"

Lifting her face to mine, I'm determined to set her straight

"You are not a loser. You're only twenty three, you still have so much time to figure out what you want to do. And you are seriously the most beautiful woman I've ever fucking seen"

"Don't Woo-"

"Shush princess. You are. God you don't even know. I can't look at another girl without comparing them to you. And none have come close to you"

Her cheeks are a bright pink and it's adorable

"You went out with Mina"

"Because you talked me into it!", I exclaim, "I never thought about dating her once. Never. And even when you suggested it, I didn't want to. But you were so insistent and I thought that if you wanted me you wouldn't be convincing me to date someone else"

"I just....I thought she could make you happy. And if you were with someone, then it might help me get over you"

I shake my head hearing her, "I never want you to get over me princess. The entire time on the date all I wanted was you. I wish I was out with you. The date sucked, it was so boring, I spent most of it just eating and not speaking. She talked the whole time for us, telling me about herself and everything she likes, doesn't like and I felt like I was going insane"

It was fucking horrible

She never tried to get to know me, the real me that's behind the idol

Joanne is the only one who knows me like that

The only one I can be myself around

"Jo, I'm yours. Completely. Always have been. It's the only thing I want to be. Please, princess. I love you"

She comes into my arms, hugging me tightly and I wrap my arms around her, keeping her against me

"Yes Woo. Always yes. I love you, I always wanted you. Just you"

"I love you", I say against her hair

"I love you"

I don't think I can ever get tired of hearing or saying that

Moving my hand down her arm, I finally take her hand, locking our fingers together

She squeezes my hand, smiling up at me and I can't help smile back

Leaning down, I kiss her, not wanting to be away from her lips for long

"Wooyoung! What the fuck? Get the fuck inside!", Hongjoong yells as the door to the dressing room slams open, "Holy shit are you kissing Joanne?"

She pulls away from me, laughing

Me, I roll my eyes and look towards him, "Yes I'm kissing my girlfriend. Fuck off"

"Girlfriend?"

"Yes girlfriend", she confirms

"Oh damn, I didn't know you guys....well congratulations but get the fuck inside Wooyoung! You're not even ready yet!"

I sigh but she starts walking back to the dressing room, tugging me along

"Now that you're together, Jo I expect you to rein him in. Make him do things on time", Hongjoong exasperates

"She's not a babysitter!", I argue

"Please Jo", Hongjoong asks, ignoring me, "Please help me out. I have to deal with the rest of them and you know Wooyoung is like the wildest one"

She laughs, "Ok Hongjoong. I'll help you out. He'll be good for me"

She looks over at me, "Right baby?"

I mumble, "Yeah princess"

"I'll get him to places on time, get him to get ready on time but I'm not stopping his silliness or wildness. That's just him", she says

I smile widely, happy she knows me, happy she accepts me the way I am

I already knew she did before, it's just nice to hear it

"Yeah ok, just help me please"

She nods and he thanks her

"C'mon baby. Time to get ready", she says softly

"Yeah ok princess", I answer

Leaning down, I kiss her then reluctantly let go of her hand and head towards a chair for hair and makeup

Sitting down, I look through the mirror and see her sitting on the couch, watching and smiling at me

A hairstylist and makeup artist come over and start working on me

Mina comes over as well and I get ready for a confrontation

"Wooyoung, were you kissing Joanne?"

I nod, "Yeah"

"Why? You were kissing me before"

I take a breath, "No, you kissed me. I didn't kiss you back. I'm sorry Mina but I'm with Joanne now"

"What? She's your girlfriend? But you went out with me"

"I know but......look, I love her ok? I've always loved her and I finally opened my big mouth a few minutes ago and she loves me too. We're together. I'm sorry if I led you on but I don't feel that way for you"

She glares at me, "So you what? Used me to try to get over her?"

I wince, "Not exactly. We went out and I just wasn't feeling it ok? I'm sorry"

"Yeah whatever", she huffs, then walks away

Well that sucked

I look at Joanne through the mirror, a worried look on her face

I just give her a thumbs up and she nods, a soft smile on her face

She's so fucking beautiful, I'm so fucking lucky

When the stylists finish, I get up and go right to her

"Hmmm", she smirks, grabbing on the tie I'm wearing, "My boyfriend is so hot"

I grin, lifting my eyebrow, "Oh yeah?"

"Definitely", she says, playing with the end of the tie, "Can you wear this later? When we go home?"

Home?

"Home?", I ask

She nods, "My apartment. I know you live at the dorm but you can stay over whenever you want"

She has no clue how happy I am to hear that

"Yea baby, I'll keep the whole outfit on and we can go home quicker that way"

"Yea ok Woo"

I nod, kissing her forehead

"Let's go Woo", Yeosang says as he passes us

"Coming", I tell him, taking her hand and leading her with me

"Woo where are we going?"

"I want you here", I say as we get backstage and I'm handed my headset

A staff member comes over to me, helping me fix the headset, the mic and my inner ear piece

"But I can't watch you", she says

"Yes you can baby. You can stand at the edge of the stage"

"I can?"

I nod

She's going to whether the staff likes it or not

"Are you sure?", she asks

"Yeah. I want to be able to come right to you after the performance princess"

That's like a dream come true, walking right into her arms and kissing her as soon as I get off the stage

"Ok baby"

When I have everything I need for the performance, I walk up the stairs to the side of the stage where the rest of the guys are, her behind me

"Let's go", Hongjoong says

I turn around, leaning down and kissing her softly, "I'll be back"

She smiles, nodding, "You'll be amazing Woo. You always are"

"Thanks princess", I answer, her words amping me up

"I love you Woo"

"I love you Jo"

She kisses my cheek and I smile, turning from her and walking onto the stage

[bunnynexxtdoor]

Excitement

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Yes right there." She moans out loud.

Her fingers moving at a steady pace on her wet clit. So close yet she wants to savor it. She isn’t supposed to be touching when he isn't there. She’s supposed to ask first.

What can she say? She’s a brat and he had been sending text messages to her all day, knowing that he can get her wet within seconds.

She sped up her fingers while her other hand reaches up to her breasts and tugs at her nipples. Her legs spread open even wider. Exposing how wet she was. She moans again and bites her lip. Thinking of all of the things he told her he wants to do to her.

"So you decided to touch yourself after I told you not to?" She hears a deep voice say.

She looks up in surprise.

"Y-your home. Hi. How was your trip?" She says bringing her legs together

"Baby, you didn't answer my question." He says chuckling.

He closes the door behind him and takes off his jacket, then his shoes. He lifts his shirt over his head. His joggers showing his dick print.

He grabs a chair from the corner and sits right in front of the bed. He leans back and puts his ring covered hand on his jaw. He looks at her with lust in his eyes and a stern look on his face.

"Answer me. Who told you, you were allowed to touch?" He says deeply

"I-I did." She says squeezing her legs together.

Her pussy still throbbing from how close she was. If only he didn't walk in.

"Is that so? Hm. Go on. Finish."

She looks at him unsure. Scared of what her punishment might be if she continues.

"You've gotten this far sweetheart. Why stop now hm? Go ahead. Finish." He says leaning forward with a sinister grin.

"Spread your legs baby. Lemme see what damage you've done to her."

She spreads her legs. His eyes darken when he sees how wet she is.

"You naughty girl. You even created a wet spot under you isn't that cute? Go ahead. Rub your pretty little clit for me. Nice and slow." He says.

She instantly gets wetter hearing him instruct her. Doing as she’s told she continues rubbing her clit in circles. She instantly moans out. She starts speeding up.

"No no baby. I didn't tell you to speed up. You're such needy fucking slut aren't you? If you would've listened you would've gotten what you wanted. Slow back down. Go nice and slow for me."

She whines out slowing back down.

"Good girl. Now take your other hand and add two fingers and go just as slow. I better not see you speed up or you will stop all together."

She brings her hand down from her breasts and insert her middle and ring fingers inside of her. She moans out feeling how easily they slip in to her. She moves them in and out at a slow pace. Hearing how wet she was.

"Mhm baby you look so pretty with your fingers in your pussy. Speed up for me. Curl your fingers inside of you hit that spot for me, my pretty baby." As if it were possible his voice gets deeper

She moans out again. Speeding up her fingers. She curls her fingers and moans out louder. She tries to keep the pace so he doesn't stop her. She was getting so close. He was watching her with those eyes, which turned her on even more.

She could tell with the look on his face how much he wanted to touch her but he's refraining himself because he knows she wants it just as much.

"Will you let me cum? Please let me cum" she begs as she moans out breathlessly

"No. Tell me why you deserve to cum? Maybe if you would've listened to my rules instead of being a dirty slut I would have let you cum. I would have let you cum all over my tongue over and over. Now I just want you brainless and begging for how much you want me to touch you. Hands off now."

She moves her hands whining.

"Please let me cum. I'm sorry please. I won't do it again." She begs.

He hasn't let her cum in 3 days. He wanted to see how long she could go without him touching her. He wanted to see if she’d beg first. He's truly sick.

He chuckles darkly. Truly enjoying how much she’s suffering.

"Aww baby you wanna cum don't you? Beg for it."

"Please sir. Please let me. I'll do whatever you tell me too. I won't touch myself for 2 days." She begs almost at the brink of tears.

His eyebrow raises at the sight of her face. He stands up and walks over. He grabs her chin and leans down. His body heat adding to hers.

"You know if you cry it'll only turn me on more. I'll only want to do this to you more often." He chuckles

"Honestly why haven't I thought of this. You look so cute, so wet, so needy." He looks her in the eyes

He turns to the bedside table and pulls out her vibrator. He turns it on and runs it across her nipples.

"Put you fingers back inside of you." He demands.

She quickly does what he says before he changes his mind. He opens her other hand and hands her the vibrator. She looks at him confused.

"Oh you thought I was gonna do it for you? No baby. Show me you can follow instructs. Maybe I'll change my mind." He shrugs and walks back to his chair.

"Now put the vibrator on your clit on the lowest setting."

She presses the button once and feels it vibrate in her hand. She brings it down to her clit and gasp. She moans.

"Oh god. Mhm"

"Turn up to the highest and you better not fucking cum." He says.

She looks up at him and sees that he has pulled his dick out and is stroking himself at a steady pace. What she would give to have him in her mouth instead. Doing what he said she turns it to the highest setting and instantly moans out. She breathes out heavily. Knowing she was so close.

"Mhm fuck. Angel you look so fucking good. If you were being a good girl I'd have you on my face. Riding my face until your legs give out. Then I'd have you on your back. My fingers deep inside of you while I continue to eat your pussy until you have no more drops of cum. Even then I wouldn't stop. I love how you taste. I love how pretty you look when you cum so hard."

She moans out moving the vibrator back and forth on her clit.

"Please can I cum now? Please." she whines, closing her eyes.

"Look at me. I wanna see my pretty girl's face as she cums. Speed up your fingers, hit your gspot. Come on baby you can do it." He says breathing heavy.

He moans out, stroking himself faster. He leans his head back. She sees his chest going up and down. She sees the Precum on his tip. He takes it and wipes it across his dick. He looked so good, she wishes she could go over and touch him, lick him, fuck him, anything.

"Fuck I'm so close. Are you close princess? You wanna cum for me just as much as I wanna cum for you? Mhm?" He groans out

She nods her head moaning at his words.

"Use your fucking words." He says sternly

"Yes, yes I do,  yes." She whines out grinding her hips

"Cum for me. My dirty little slut. Cum hard for me." He groans.

She screams out as she cums hard, looking into his eyes.

"Oh fuckkkk." He moans out.

She moves her eyes down to his dick as he cums in his hand. He strokes up and down in fast motions groaning as he does so.

"Oh my fucking god. You are such a good girl. My good girl. Keep going baby. Cum again. One more time for me. You are doing such a good job." He praises her

She moans out loud loving the praise she got. She takes out her fingers but kept moving the vibrator across her clit. Prolonging her orgasm. She whines out. Their room clouded with lust.

She cums again from the vibrator. This time she squirts. Her juices flying out onto the bed. She hears him groan.

She pulls the vibrator away becoming too sensitive and she looks at him. His dick still hard. They both stare at each other breathing heavy.

“You did such a good job baby.” He says panting. Standing up he cleans up himself then walks over with a wet rag to clean her up.

“You okay?” He asks her as he helps her up to change the sheets

She nods. “Yeah. Thank you” she says softly. She was ready to take a nap.

“I’m so fucking proud of you love” he says softly to her

He chuckles knowing she was ready to go to bed. He changes the sheets then helps her back into the bed. They lay down together.

“Get some sleep sweetheart I’ll be right here” he kisses her forehead as she snuggles into him.

Thank you for reading. Hope to see you again ☻

[fictivecalls]

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[urcumslutgf]

hi hi <3 my name is lulu! welcome to my page. 20+ to interact (follow/like/rb), 21+ to interact and message <3 please read this post before interacting, and definitely before you follow/message me <3

if you are a minor (why are you on this side of tumblr!), or 18/19 and you are interacting, i will block you! it’s not to be rude but it is to set boundaries (also read people’s pinned posts!). if you’re 20 and messaging me, i will simply message you back to refrain from messaging me further! thank you <3

feel free to call me: lulu, babygirl, baby/babe, love, pet, compliments with cum (cumslut/cumwhore/cumdumpster). do NOTTTT call me little one, or little girl, or anything with little. huge big boundary.

couple things about me:

🏷️ 22

🏷️ Black

🏷️ agender and non-binary with THEY/THEM pronouns

🏷️ big tiddies, stomach, thighs, ass

🏷️ 5’5”

🏷️ very subby, very bratty

🏷️ into anyone who can use and abuse me (open to all genders)

and lastly and super important

🏷️ i am NOT your slave and i will not call you master/mistress

dni + limits

🏷️ i’m not opening any messages if your profile is boring and blank! too many messages come from men that message with no intention and just want to waste my time. no pfp, no response.

🏷️ NO MINORS OR 18,19 year olds ALLOWED! also please do not message if you are under 21! DNI if you are fatphobic, anti-Black, transphobic, ableist, homophobic, lesbiphobic, pro-ana/pro-ED, or a p3do.

🏷️ i will NOTTTT show my face on here, so don’t ask! i show my body from time to time but i won’t send any privately <3. if you want to see content like audios/photos/thoughts check the tags that start with urcumslut below! and also !! onlyfans.com/cocoaslutter

🏷️ no scat, no underage, no pets, no anal, no race play or any discriminatory play (misgendering etc).

for messages

🏷️ i will HAPPILY open messages from people who start messages with “hi lulu” or “hey whore” lol. i love conversing on here but don’t waste my time! be dirty, be consistentttt and be fun <3!

my interests (or as many as i can remember)

🏷️ bdsm, sub/dom, bondage, cnc, breeding (i just like the creampie effect … i don’t want a baby lol), choking, slapping, spanking

i can’t think of any more but i love kink and i have soft and alot of hard kinks. it’s better to ask what i’m NOT into lol (you saw the list above is short as fuck)

🏷️ okay that’s it! feel free to message me and send me dirty anons. i’m open to play time and also friends who wanna be mutuals!

🏷️🌶️🏷️as a disclaimer: i do not condone rap3 or kidnapping irl, just in kinks.

the bottom pic is me <3

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Salvation Chapter 11: Reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: Reader is walking home one evening and gets attacked in an alleyway... until the Devil of Hell's Kitchen himself comes to her rescue. After passing out during the ordeal, she wakes up in the apartment of one Matthew Murdock, a kind and handsome lawyer who treats her injuries. As she and Matt get to know each other and grow closer, will someone from Reader's past tear their happiness apart?

Warnings/Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Attempted Sexual Assault, Past Domestic Violence, Stalking, Kidnapping (Y'all, seriously, please mind the tags)

Word Count: ~31k total

A/N: REALLY mind the tags here.

Please, God, let Daredevil find me in time, Y/N thought.

She wasn't sure how Matt got in touch with Daredevil or even if he was able to get in touch with him outside of patching him up, but she hoped beyond hope that somehow her message got through to him. 

After she had called Matt and broken up with his voicemail Colin had taken her phone back and crushed it beneath his shoe. Just in case he tries to call you back, he had said.

Y/N had refrained from pointing out that he simply could've turned her phone off instead of breaking it, instead focusing on trying to formulate a plan of escape in case Daredevil didn't show up.

She licked her lips. Hopefully I can just stall until help arrives… if it arrives at all. "Just let me go, Colin. I've already broken up with Matt, there's nothing else tying me here. I'll leave New York, no one will have to know why."

Colin shook his head. "The cops questioned me, you know, after you left. Someone must've reported you missing and said that I had to have something to do with it. But I told them, I told them what a whore you were and that you had left me to run off with whoever else you were fucking at the time. Tell me, does your boy toy know what a dirty little slut you are? Probably fucking around on him just like you fucked around on me."

Y/N shook her head. "I never cheated on you, unlike the other way around. You were the one who couldn't keep your dick in your pants."

She cried out as Colin slapped her across the face. 

"You're a lying bitch," Colin sneered. "My life was perfect until you came along. Had to go and ruin everything for me."

Y/N spat, a bit of crimson landing on the dirty concrete floor. "Fuck you, Colin. You did that to yourself."

Colin roared out in anger, shoving Y/N backwards.

Y/N cried out again as she hit the ground, the chair breaking beneath her.

She scrambled to get up, kicking out as Colin grabbed onto her ankle and twisted.

She turned over into her back, fingers clawing and scratching at whatever skin she could reach as Colin caught up to her.

He punched her then wrapped his hands around her neck. "Fucking bitch, I'll fucking kill you."

Y/N clawed at the hands squeezing at her throat. "Let… me… go!" she managed to croak out as she fought against the oncoming dizziness. 

Her vision began to darken.

Suddenly, the voice she had been hoping to hear pierced through the fog. "HEY!" 

Startled, Colin let go of her and leapt to his feet.

Oh thank God. Y/N rolled out of the way, coughing and gasping for air. She caught a glimpse of black and red as she crawled over to a support beam. Daredevil.

"Who the fuck are you?" Colin asked.

"I'm the Devil," Daredevil answered.

Colin pulled a switchblade out of his pocket. "Yeah, well, I'm gonna send you and this bitch back to Hell where you both belong."

Y/N watched as Daredevil expertly dodged Colin's attacks then threw a punch of his own, causing Colin to stumble and fall.

He grabbed Colin by the shirt with one hand and yanked him up, then began to punch him repeatedly.

Y/N gasped. He's going to kill him. "No, stop!"

Daredevil's head whipped in her direction, as if he had forgotten Y/N was there.

He got up and began to walk towards Y/N, but then suddenly turned around, grabbed Colin's arm, and snapped it. 

"Consider that a warning," he growled. "If you ever come near Y/N again -- and believe me, I will know if you do -- I won't hesitate to kill you. Understand?"

Colin moaned in pain.

Daredevil grabbed Colin by the shirt and yanked him up once again. "ANSWER ME!" he roared.

Colin nodded feebly as he cradled his broken arm. "Yeah, got it, just – just let me go, man."

Y/N sat up and hissed at the pain in her ankle as Daredevil finally made his way over to her.

Daredevil knelt on the side of her. "Y/N, are you okay?"

Y/N clung to him in relief, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face into his chest.

Daredevil held her and gently stroked her hair. "Hey now, shh… It's okay, it's over. He won't hurt you ever again. You're safe now." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I'll always keep you safe, sweetheart. I promise."

Y/N nodded against his chest. "Thank you."

Daredevil looked towards the door. "I have to go, but you'll be safe. The police are here."

Y/N nodded again as sirens began to be heard in the distance. "Will you let Matt know that I'm okay?"

Daredevil nodded and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. "As soon as I'm able to I'll let him know."

Y/N gave him one final hug. "Thank you again."

Daredevil rose and slipped out the side door right as the police and a couple of ambulances made it to the warehouse.

The police burst in, guns drawn.

One trained their gun on Colin while the other slowly walked over to Y/N. "Suspect is secure," they said over the radio. "One victim, female, conscious, alert and breathing. Send in the medics."

A couple of medics came in and checked Y/N over, then stabilized her ankle and loaded her onto a stretcher to take her to the ambulance so they could patch up her minor injuries while the police questioned her.

She explained that Colin was her ex-boyfriend that she had left in fear of her life because he had been abusive, but he had somehow tracked her down and tried to kill her. "Luckily that Daredevil guy showed up and saved me," she concluded. "If he hadn't I'd probably be dead."

The police took photos of her injuries, then finally gave her a business card with a case number written on it and released the ambulance to bring her to the hospital to assess her.

She filled out her intake paperwork as someone came with a portable X-ray machine to check her ankle, hesitating for only a moment before putting Matt as her emergency contact since she technically had broken up with his voicemail a few hours before. Thank God he at least understood my hidden message and sent Daredevil to save me.

While she was waiting for the results of her X-ray to come back, another nurse came in to check her vitals and give her some pain medicine for her ankle and throat. "Okay, so the doctor will be in with your x-ray results soon, but in the meantime if you need anything just call the nurse's station."

Y/N nodded. "Thank you." 

After the nurse had left Y/N leaned back and sighed. She had only had one other encounter with Daredevil where she had been in danger, but there had been something different about this time compared to the first. 

The first time he had rescued her she was pretty sure he had just subdued her assailant and came to check on her; this time, Y/N wasn't sure if he wouldn't have literally beaten Colin to death had she not said something.

Y/N shook her head. For someone so scary and intimidating, Daredevil was always incredibly sweet and gentle when comforting her. I'll always keep you safe, sweetheart.

Sweetheart. Oh my God.

Suddenly everything clicked. I'm such an idiot. How could I not see it before?

It all made sense -- the scars, the fighting skills, the fact that Daredevil brought her to Matt's apartment the first time he had rescued her…

She didn't have time to think about it further, however, because suddenly the door opened and Matt rushed in. Speak of the Devil himself. 

Matt was dressed for their date night, in a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt that Y/N had never seen on him, and his hair was mussed like he'd been running his hands through it anxiously. 

Y/N mentally shook her head. Deal with it later. "Matt, I'm so glad to see you."

"Y/N, thank God," Matt replied. "I've been worried sick."

Obviously he hadn't realized that he had blown his vigilante cover, which was actually really good because Y/N was in neither the mental nor physical condition to have that conversation at the moment. 

She reached out for him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Matt, I never thought he'd find me."

Matt gently gathered her in his arms. "Hey, no, I know, it's okay. It's not your fault, sweetheart. You have nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry I didn't get your message sooner."

Y/N shook her head and held him tighter. "I'm just glad that you understood it. If Daredevil hadn't shown up…" She trailed off. Matt saved my life.

Matt smiled and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. "Luckily for me you're a terrible liar, so it wasn't difficult to figure out that you weren't actually breaking up with me."

Y/N laughed lightly and sat back. "Well I wasn't exactly trying to win the Oscar for best leading actress for my performance in 'Breakup via Voicemail'." 

"You know, you did have Foggy convinced that you were dumping me until I explained the situation, though," Matt added. "There was a slight mishap with dessert and he came by to help me clean up, so he was there when I got your message. I just told him the basics -- that you've been hiding from an abusive ex and how you calling me 'babe' meant that you were in trouble."

"Okay." Y/N nodded resolutely. "I… I want to tell him and Karen the whole story. Tomorrow, preferably."

Suddenly the door opened and the doctor walked in. "Okay, Miss… Y/L/N," she confirmed, looking at her paperwork. "I'm Doctor Walton, one of the physicians on staff. Good news is that your ankle isn't fractured, but the bad news is that you've got a pretty nasty sprain, so you'll need to stay off of it for at least a week. That means keep it elevated and iced, take over-the-counter pain medicine as needed, and not walk directly on it or go up and down flights of stairs."

She made another mark on her paperwork. "Everything else looks fine -- there was no permanent damage to your vocal cords, so throat lozenges or spray will help with any residual soreness and any bruising on your throat will subside within a few weeks. We'll get your ankle wrapped and set you up with some crutches, then you'll be good to go. Is there someone who can take you home, help you get situated?"

"Me," Matt replied immediately.

"Okay, wonderful. And you are?"

"Matthew Murdock. I'm Y/N's boyfriend." Matt linked his fingers through Y/N's. "Don't worry, Doc, I won't let her out of my sight."

Y/N snorted out a laugh, then covered it with a cough. "Sorry, my throat's still a bit sore."

Matt handed Y/N a bottle of water off of her bedside table, a wide grin on his face. "Here you go, sweetheart."

"Thank you, honey."

Dr. Walton nodded. "Alright, we'll have you out of here in a bit."

Y/N nodded. "Thank you."

"Thank you, Doctor," Matt added.

Once the doctor had left the room Matt turned back to Y/N. "I was thinking… would you like to stay with me while your ankle heals since you won't be able to get up and down the stairs at your place? I'm sure my bed will be a lot more comfortable than your sofa."

Y/N bit her lip while she thought. Matt was right -- his apartment was more accessible, and if Y/N was honest with herself she really didn't want to be alone at the moment. "If you're sure you don't mind..."

Matt shook his head. "You were going to be staying at my place for the weekend anyway, and to be perfectly honest, I'd much rather have you safe with me until I know for sure that your ex is going to stay in jail. I don't want him getting out on bond and coming after you again."

Y/N nodded. "Okay then."

Matt pulled out his phone. "I promised Foggy I'd let him and Karen know how you were doing, so I can ask Karen to stop by your place and get you some clothes and your laptop and stuff."

"Okay. And thank you."

She waited while Matt pulled up Foggy's contact and put his phone to his ear.

"Hey, Fog," Matt said. "Yeah, she's okay, just a sprained ankle and some minor cuts and bruises, thank God it wasn't anything more serious since the bastard literally tried to strangle her… No, she's going to be staying with me for a few days since she can't go up and down the stairs in her house… Well I was going to ask Karen if she'd mind bringing her some clothes and stuff tomorrow… Yeah, her laptop too. I don't know where her phone is but I'll get her a new one in the morning if I need to. She also said she wants to talk to you and Karen and explain everything herself… Yeah, yeah he's in custody. He'll be transferred to the jail once his arm is put in a cast… I don't know, apparently he broke it somehow… Yeah, absolutely, of course. Okay. Okay, I will. Thanks, buddy. Bye."

He hung up and tucked his phone back in his pocket. "Foggy said he's glad you're okay and that he & Karen will drop by tomorrow with your things. In the meantime you can borrow something of mine for tonight."

"Okay." 

"And we're giving you the week off of work while you recuperate – with full pay, of course."

"Thank you." 

A nurse arrived a few minutes later to wrap Y/N's ankle and soon Y/N was officially discharged.

She and Matt took a cab back to Matt's apartment building and made their way inside. 

Y/N looked at the stairs. "Okay, well, I'll see you upstairs in about an hour," she joked.

Matt shook his head with a grin. "Hold on, sweetheart, I gotcha."

Y/N gasped and quickly adjusted the crutches she had been given as Matt carefully picked her up bridal-style and carried her up the stairs to his apartment.

She let out a breath as he set her down in his doorway. "Holy shit."

A slight smirk flitted across Matt's face as he unlocked the door and reached for the light switch. "Do you want something to eat?"

Y/N set her crutches next to Matt's cane, which she belatedly realized he didn't have at the hospital. Does he not actually need it? she thought before shaking her head. "Honestly I just want to shower and wash my hair, then go to sleep."

Matt nodded. "Did you need some help standing in the shower?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind."

Matt raised a playful eyebrow. "Do you honestly think I'd mind being naked in the shower with my beautiful girlfriend?"

Despite everything that had happened that evening, including her revelation that her boyfriend was the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, the only thing Y/N wanted to do at that moment was to kiss the adorable smirk Matt was currently sporting right off of his face. 

She laughed. "Yeah, okay. Good point."

Matt helped her hobble to the bathroom. "Wait here. I'll be right back." 

He left for a minute then came back with 2 pairs of sweatpants and a worn but comfortable-looking t-shirt, which he set by the sink. "Here, sweetheart. You can wear these."

Y/N nodded. "Thanks."

She began to undress while Matt turned the shower on, holding on to him in order to get her pants and underwear off, then waited as Matt stripped down to his boxers.

Y/N looked back at him as he reached to help her into the shower. "What happened to being naked?"

Matt shook his head with a chuckle. "I was just kidding. I know doing anything even remotely sexual is the furthest thing from your mind right now and I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "While that's sweet, I'm pretty sure we can manage to keep our hands to ourselves."

She gave Matt a quick kiss and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Can't promise I won't peek though."

Matt grinned. "Fair enough."

Y/N waited for Matt to finish undressing then held on to his shoulders as he helped her into the shower. 

"Want me to wash your hair for you?" Matt asked after stepping in behind her. "Might be easier to balance yourself that way."

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, thanks, honey."

After Matt had washed her hair and they both had showered Y/N waited while Matt stepped out of the shower and pulled on one of the pairs of sweatpants before helping her out.

Y/N held onto him as he helped her get dressed then carried her back to his bedroom. 

Matt carefully deposited her in his bed before giving her a quick kiss on her forehead. "I'm gonna go get some ice for your ankle. Be right back."

Y/N nodded. "Okay."

She could hear Matt rummaging around his kitchen and soon he was back, ice pack in hand. "Here you go, sweetheart. Need any lozenges or spray for your throat? I can run out and get some."

Y/N propped the ice pack against her ankle. "No, I'm good for right now. The stuff the hospital gave me hasn't worn off yet."

Matt nodded. "Let me go grab one more thing."

He disappeared once again and returned a few moments later with a small, unlabeled white jar. "This is a special cream for bruises. It helps them heal and fade faster."

Y/N nodded. "Okay."

Matt climbed into bed next to her and set the jar down, then turned and gestured to her face. "May I?"

Y/N nodded again, knowing that Matt would want to 'see' her injuries for himself, especially since he hadn't had time to assess her as Daredevil. "Yeah, go ahead."

Matt reached out and began to gently trace his way down her face, wincing when he felt a cut or a particularly large bump or bruise.

He picked up the jar and opened it, carefully applying a bit of cream to each mark.

"What exactly is this?" Y/N asked.

"It's my own concoction," Matt replied. "The old man who tutored me also taught me herbal medicine, so I developed this to rub into sore muscles and bruises after training sessions."

Training sessions. Y/N couldn't help but wonder if that was code for 'beating the crap out of criminals almost every night'. "Hmm. It smells nice."

Matt continued working his way down her face but paused when he reached her jawline, his brow furrowing as his thumb grazed her neck.

"It's okay," Y/N whispered. "I trust you."

And it was true -- she did trust Matt. While she wasn't quite sure if it was because she was still in shock and hadn't quite processed the fact that he was Daredevil yet or if she was already somehow subconsciously okay with it, she loved and trusted Matt enough to where she was willing to put not only her heart, but her very life into his hands.

She closed her eyes as Matt glided his fingertips along the bruises on her neck, his tender and loving touch a stark contrast to the harsh grip Colin had had on her throat only a few hours before.

Y/N's breath hitched as she bit back a sob.

Matt dropped his hands. "Shit, did I hurt you? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to--"

Y/N quickly shook her head. "No, no, it's the exact opposite. I was actually thinking about how caring and gentle your hands felt, especially compared to Colin's earlier." 

Matt wrapped his arms around her and cradled her to him. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he murmured. "I'm so fucking sorry. I promise you, I'm going to do absolutely everything in my power to make sure that bastard never has the chance to touch you again."

Y/N nodded against him. "Thank you."

Matt pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "Ready to sleep?"

Y/N nodded again. "Mmhmm."

They lay down together, Y/N resting her head on Matt's chest while he ran a hand through her hair. 

Y/N hummed drowsily. "Matt?"

Matt tilted his face down at her. "Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Sorry I ruined our make-up date." 

Matt pressed a gentle kiss to her hair. "You were abducted and almost killed tonight, Y/N, having to reschedule our make-up date is the least of my worries. I'm just so relieved that you're okay. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Not knowing exactly how to respond, Y/N pressed a kiss to Matt's chest, right above his heart. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Of course, sweetheart." Matt resumed stroking her hair. "Now sleep, okay? We'll talk more in the morning."

"Mmhmm."

Y/N settled in and let the steady rhythm of Matt's heartbeat lull her to sleep, feeling truly safe for the first time in years.

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[buckyownsmylife]

friendzone - chapter 1

The one where director!reader is forced to work alongside her new work crush and the idiot who broke her heart

For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

“C’mon, just give me a chance…” I was not having a good day, to say the least. Oh, no, not at all. Not a good year, perhaps - let’s go there, yes, why not? I deserved it, after all. This was all my own doing, and I never allowed myself a single second to forget it.

“Not gonna happen, Evans.” I might have closed the door a little harder than necessary if all of the gazes that fell on me upon entering the set were any indication. “I’m sorry, I know, I just- Where’s my coffee?”

I usually wasn’t this bitchy, but having to work with your ex-boyfriend - your cheating, lying ex-boyfriend - usually had this effect on a person, I imagined. Sending a grateful smile to the PA who had the guts to approach with a steaming cup of joe, I set out to put as much distance as possible between me and the man who was still following my every step.

Why did I ever think a slammed door would stop his pursuit, I would never know. Five months, hundreds of ignored calls and texts, and the guy didn’t quit it. Hell, he even managed to force his way into my dream project, just to force me to talk to him.

I was determined not to give up. He couldn’t be rewarded - not for what he did, not for what he was doing to me right now - but his ego stopped him from even seeing the error of his ways.

He just kept pushing, and as the director of the movie he was starring in, I couldn’t completely ignore him. As much as I wanted to.

“Is everything okay?” My body immediately relaxed at the sound of the (now) familiar English accent. “What’s going on?” It was clear that Henry wanted to outwardly ask me if Chris was bothering me, but he refrained from doing so. Like the gentleman he was - or, at the very least, someone able to think about the consequences of his actions before doing something he’d come to regret - he didn’t want to put me in a weird position, or even potentially complicate his work relationship with his co-star when he truly didn’t understand what was going on.

It’s not that I didn’t want to tell him. I did. But we’d only known each other for four weeks - the time since pre-production started, plus the week since we started filming. It didn’t matter how much we’d clicked in that time, he was still a relative stranger to me.

Even if I were to trust him… why would he even care about my past with another man? We weren’t yet friends, and nothing romantic was going on, despite all of the dirty dreams I’d been having since our eyes connected for the first time.

I knew I wasn’t the only one who suffered from his superpower. All of the people attracted to males - even some who swore they weren’t - had the same lustful haze in their eyes after spending seconds in his presence…

… and I’d been there before. The woman standing on the sidelines while their lover enraptured the world. Never again, I’d sworn. Never again, I still reminded myself under my breath every time Chris popped into my brain, life or heart. and yet, there I was: five whole minutes into staring into clear blue eyes and no words left to say like I’d unlearned the entire English alphabet simply because Henry Cavill decided to rest his gaze upon me.

Men really did make women go dumb sometimes.

“Nothing that involves you,” Chris spoke from behind me, two hands coming up to seize my waist and pull me against his chest. “You don’t have any reason to be concerned, I can assure you.”

… or insane.

“Get your hands off of me.” I don’t think I’d ever used this tone on Chris before, so his instinctive reaction to let his hands drop to the side of his body could probably be explained by that. But the truth? I didn’t even know I was able to make such a guttural voice until his actions led me to see the world in shades of red, in a way much similar to the one I used to stare at while we were in love, and yet so drastically different it confused and terrified me.

“Do you even have a scene to film today, Chris?” I asked, deciding to completely ignore Henry while I still had to deal with the manchild that was my ex-boyfriend. It took him a while to answer, but after some hesitation, he nodded.

“Yeah, it’s the-”

“No, you don’t.” I knew I was being silly, but fuck. This was my movie set, and he couldn’t just keep doing this - interrupting my work schedule, my dream job because of a romantic past he screwed up.

“Go back to the hotel. I’ll film Henry's solo scenes today.” His nostrils flared, his temper once again getting the best of him, but when he opened his mouth to argue… “Go.”

I was tired of letting him take the reins of my life.

[bonky-n-steeb]

honey,

there is no right way (vi)

summary || when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him.

warnings || sugar baby au, mob! Bucky Barnes, unprotected sex, public sex, breeding kink, mirror sex, dirty talking. SMUT. ANGST. FLUFF. (the holy trinity). MINORS DNI.

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You stared with wide eyed fascination as some of the most influential people chatted with Bucky and nodded and smiled to you as if you were one of their own.

You refrained from interacting with them much. Not due to any insecurity, but rather due to hesitation. What if you said something that upset Bucky?

So you just spent your time admiring the brilliant decorations adorning the halls and judging the clothes of people attending the stark gala.

When you had met Bucky this evening, wearing your dress and all ready for the event, he hadn’t been able to look away from you, or so he told.

You were nervous about the event right since the morning, and finally attending it didn’t soothe your nerves, if anything, it made you more anxious.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked when he noticed you fidgeting with the purse clutched in your hand. You sucked in a breath before answering, “Yeah… I’m good.”

Bucky instantly sensed the reluctance in your answer. You seemed a bit down right since he saw you, but he blamed it on nerves. “Don’t lie to me sugar. Tell me what’s wrong?”

You didn’t know whether to love him for it or hate him, but Bucky somehow always knew what you were thinking. He was some kind of a mind reader, a witch.

But before you could answer further, a very familiar figure walked right in front of you, Tony Stark. “Oh my dear James! How are you?” Tony pulled Bucky in a hug and Bucky went back into his business mode.

Tony was dressed in a dazzling white suit which probably costed more than your house. And a rather pretentious smile was plastered on his face.

You tuned out as Tony and Bucky talked and instead you just focused on Tony’s mannerisms. You didn’t know exactly what, but something was off about Tony.

He was a bit too jolly. He looked like a man hiding something dark beneath his happy exterior. You knew he was a mobster after all, but there was something more. And it didn’t sit right with you at all.

While working in your shop, you had seen enough people from different walks of life to know about their body language and you usually judged people right. Take Walker for example.

But you weren’t going to tell Bucky about it. This was just a small hunch you had and you knew for Bucky this deal was very important. You didn’t want to ruin anything for him.

You were lost in your thoughts when Bucky placed his hand on your waist and pulled you closer. You blinked your eyes to refocus them and smiled up at Bucky.

You noticed Tony was gone by now to attend another guest and it was just you and Bucky. “Hello!” Bucky greeted as if you weren’t just standing besides him for an hour and half.

“Hi Bucky.” You replied. You felt safe in his arms and the noise around you didn’t matter at all. Despite being in a party, at the moment, it was just the two of you.

“Where were you lost?” Bucky asked you. “I… Bucky it’s just that I’ve never attended any event as big as this. And I… I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Bucky just stared deeply in your eyes for a minute and you feared you’d said something upsetting. But before you could speak, Bucky placed his lips on yours.

This kiss wasn’t rough or possessive, rather it was saccharine sweet and gentle. The kiss was a love confession said louder than an I love you.

“I’m so glad I saw you fighting Walker that day. I wonder what I’d do without you. And no matter what you do, you’ll never disappoint me.”

Bucky couldn’t believe his ears when you said you cared about disappointing him. No one before had ever cared about his opinion because they wanted to.

People listened to him just because he was brutal and fearful and powerful. Not because they cared enough about him.

“I know a very nice way to ease your nerves.” He whispered in your ear. “What way?” You asked with confusion. “Come with me.” He took your hand and started guiding you through the vast hall.

You gasped with realisation when he got you two into the empty bathroom and locked the door. It was posh and matched to Tony’s reputation and you were glad the stalls were empty.

“Bucky, seriously?” You asked exasperatedly. “Come on. This is the best way to make you forget about everything else… except me!” He winked as he walked closer to you.

He caged you against the marble counter with his body. He started nibbling and licking your neck and you moaned as he sucked your sweet spot.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.” He rasped against your ear and his warm breath made goosebumps spring up on your skin. His hands fisted your dress and pulled it up.

The cool air made you shiver as it hit your exposed thighs. You couldn’t reply, and only panted in response as his fingers moved your panties to the side and rubbed your wet folds.

“You want this so bad, sugar, that you’re dripping for me, aren’t you? Dripping for my fat cock to stretch you nice and rough.” His words were making you incoherent to anything else except him.

“Bucky…” you moaned out his name like a prayer when he slipped two fingers into your tight heat. “Answer me cupcake. Tell me that you want me.” His voice was hoarse and thick with lust.

“I… I want you Bucky. I want you so bad.” You whined as he curled his long fingers to hit your spot. Your throbbing clit was getting stimulated by Bucky’s palm and you held the counter tight to avoid slipping.

“Good girl.” You preened under the praise at one moment and whimpered at the next as he removed his hand completely. You tried chasing the friction with your hips but his hands were instantly on you, holding you back.

He flipped you around quickly so that you were facing the mirror and your back was pressed against his chest. His groin was pressing into your ass and you could feel how hard he was.

He grinded into you while your eyes locked with each other through the mirror. You could see his dark gaze while he could see the debauched expression on your face.

He didn’t leave the eye contact as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. You were glad your dress couldn’t crease, otherwise it would’ve been ruined by now with the way Bucky had bunched it up.

You sucked in a breath through your teeth when Bucky rubbed his cock over your drenched pussy. “What do you want, sugar?” He asked as he teased you.

“I want you inside me!” It was all the confirmation he needed to enter you in a single hard thrust. His thick arms wrapped around your body to keep you from falling ahead.

He clutched your dress higher up until the place where you two were joined was clearly visible in the mirror. “Are you looking at that? Are you looking at how well I’m stretching you open?”

Your eyes were transfixed on Bucky’s cock entering you. You licked your lips when you saw your juices wetting his cock as he leisurely thrusted into you.

Bucky’s thrusts were unhurried and yet hard as if he wanted to get his point across and had all the time in the world for it.

But Bucky caging you in and watching yourself get fucked in the mirror was making you crave more. “Bucky… I want more. Please.” You begged.

“You want more, huh?” Was all the warning you got before he nipped your earlobe and started ramming into you in earnest. The room was now filled with your moans and the sound of skin slapping.

“You want me to cum inside you sugar?” His tone was mocking and you got off on it. You were delirious with pleasure and could only nod enthusiastically.

“Yeah? You want me to cum so deep in you that I put a fucking baby in you?” Bucky had no clue where all this was coming from, but he only knew that he couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his lips.

“You want me to mark you as mine? Put a baby in you so that everyone knows who you belong to? Tell me! You want me to breed you well?”

Your eyes rolled back just by Bucky’s words and you couldn’t help but imagine all that he was saying. “Yes! Yes yes!” You panted out.

“God, you’d look so good, all swollen up with my seed. You want me to make you a mommy, sugar? Put a mini me in you so that no one ever questions that you’re mine?”

You were a trembling and panting mess and you could feel yourself get close. “Bucky..! Bucky, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You were intensely watching Bucky’s face in the mirror and he was looking back at you.

“Cum for me! Squeeze me tight and good, sugar.” Your legs shook as you came harder than you ever had before. Everything else in the world disappeared as you floated on the cloud of orgasmic bliss.

Bucky wasn’t far behind and you felt his clock twitch as he filled you with his hot cum. He nuzzled back into your neck as you both rode your aftershocks.

“How are you feeling now?” Bucky checked on you and you slid back your panties and pushed your dress down while he himself dressed up.

“I’m in heaven. I really forgot I was nervous in the first place.” You both chuckled and Bucky placed a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Looks like my method has worked.” You giggled and nodded. “You go ahead, I’ll join you in a minute.” He kissed you once again before exiting the room.

You did a once over in the mirror and smoothed your dress before finally leaving the room. It didn’t take much effort to spot Bucky and just as you were about to walk up to him, a slender hand wrapped around your arm.

You turned around to see Pepper Potts, Tony’s wife. “umm, hello!?” You hesitated. “Hi there! May I know who you’ve come with?” Her voice had a certain edge that you didn’t like at all.

“Bucky Barnes.” Pepper still hadn’t let go of your arm and you didn’t know what to make of it. “Oh… It just gets confusing with all the ladies he brings in every time.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and you knew she was taking a jab at you. You really wanted Bucky to come over and take you away, but sadly that didn’t happen.

“You just stand out a bit is all. I hope you enjoy the party.” You forced a smile as she left and you tried your best to not cry in front of everyone.

All the joy you had felt moments back was all suddenly drained out of you. Pepper’s message was clear, you didn’t fit in.

You weren’t powerful like all these people neither were you ravishingly beautiful. You were a simple no one, who had no job over here whatsoever.

You clutched your eyes shut to stop the tears from flowing. Taking a deep breath you finally walked over to Bucky and blinked back your tears.

“What took you so long?” Bucky asked as he pulled you closer to him. Bucky’s touch was reassuring and you melted in his touch. “I met Pepper.”

It was all you said before downing the glass of Bucky’s whiskey, kept on the pristine glass table, in a single gulp. Your throat burnt and you coughed up.

“Woah! Slow down.” Bucky rubbed his hand over your back soothingly. You didn’t want to think anymore and though you knew your alcohol tolerance was low, you drank the whiskey.

“Can I get more?” You asked pointing towards the glass. Bucky pointed towards one of the waiters while you laid back in his arms u caring of anyone else at the party.

“What has gotten into you?” He asked with a happy tone to his voice even though he was a little worried for you. “Nothing. It’s just free alcohol!” You giggled as the whiskey started taking its effect.

When the next drink was placed, you gulped it as well. Bucky watched with amusement as your eyes became heavy lidded and a giddy smile was spread across your lips.

You leaned on his shoulder and started giving little hiccups. “You’ve gotten all drunk, haven’t you?” Bucky asked as he eased his fingers into your hair.

“Nah..” you shook your head like a little girl. Unable to understand the sudden change in your mood, Bucky just petted your head.

“You should… you should go with her?” Your voice was slurred and Bucky wouldn’t have heard it over all the noise if he wasn’t paying attention. “Go with who?” Confusion was clearly etched over Bucky’s face.

“Her..” you pointed towards a really beautiful lady, someone who fit ‘Bucky’s standard’. “And why would I do that?” Bucky asked looking down where you were settled cozily in Bucky’s arms.

“Because she’s real pwetty..” your brain had lost all its filter and you were saying coming up in your head. “She may be pretty, but I have the prettiest girl in this whole party right in my arms. So why would I want her?”

I’m your drunken state you didn’t catch Bucky’s meaning. You looked around for a moment before asking Bucky, “Where is she?” You failed to realise you were the one he was talking about.

“It’s you sugar. It’s always you.” He pressed a kiss to your nose and you blinked your eyes up at him affectionately. “Really?” You giggled as the meaning of his words seeped in.

“Really!… You wanna go home now?” Bucky could see you were getting sleepy and uncoordinated. You blinked for sometime before nodding your head eagerly.

“Okay… let’s leave then.” Bucky said without missing a beat. Even in your drunken state you couldn’t help but notice how easily Bucky was ready to leave this party just for you.

You tried standing up but ended up fumbling and leaning heavily on Bucky. He draped his hand around you and guided you without any complain towards the exit.

You sighed once you sat down on the fancy seat of the car after walking for too long. Goosebumps were adorning your skin as the cold air hit you between getting out of Tony’s house to sitting in the car.

Noticing it, Bucky removed his suit jacket and placed it over your shoulders. You nuzzled into it like a kitten and breathed in his soothing scent.

Smiling to himself, he closed the door of passenger side and got into the drivers seat. Once he started the car, he placed his hand on your thigh and rubbed it in small circles.

“What happened?” He genuinely asked. “I don’ wike Tony and Pepper. She’s a bitch and.. and Tony is….” Bucky turned his eyes away from the road only to see you had dozed off mid sentence.

He couldn’t stop smiling when he saw how you were holding his jacket tightly while sleeping. You were drooling and snoring, but for him, you were just as beautiful.

Bucky carried you all the way to his bedroom once he reached his house. He gently laid you on the bed and stripped you without disturbing your sleep. With a wet napkin, he wiped off your makeup and he didn’t know if he had to do more, but he thought this was enough.

He himself freshened up in a hurry and joined you in the bed. He covered both of you in his blanket and hummed once you were tucked in securely.

He knew something or rather someone had made you sad tonight and he had a hunch that it had something to do with the starks.

The thought of someone upsetting you made his stomach turn and he pulled you closer into his body. As he looked at your sleeping form, he felt at peace.

All his life there had been this constant nagging in his chest of wanting more, Bucky was nothing if not ambitious. But being with you, he felt calm.

He felt like he had completed all the quests in his life and he was finally home.

There was just something so homely about you. You were the calm ocean to his burning fire; you were what he wanted and needed and craved.

And for the first time in his life, he knew what love felt like.

[workofheart]

extra help | gojo satoru

what’s a teacher to do when his student is building up so much cursed energy? help her get it under control, of course.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

wc: 4.7k

warnings: smut, 18+ (minors dni), teacher/student relations (reader is of age), fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, sir kink, unprotected sex (do not do this), lowkey corruption, squirting, exhibitionism (?), creampie, gojo refers to himself as “teacher” because i said so

note: barely edited, something to ease the brainrot. gojo satoru hollow me challenge. 

“Can you maybe, I don’t know, shut the fuck up?”

The jab spews out of your mouth before you can stop it. Your filter is long gone, the thoughts that pop into your head forming into verbal words without the chance to even process them. Once you hear it, you mentally slap yourself. Now you just look like an asshole.

“Jeez, no need to be a bitch about it,” mutters Nobara. She rests on the concrete steps on her elbows, appearing utterly disinterested with her head tossed back and eyes closed, soaking in the fresh air.

“I’m not being a bitch.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not!”

“You kind of are,” Megumi says quietly, shrugging slightly when your incredulous expression finds his to be stoic and unmoving. He leans down to scratch behind one of his dog’s ears. His nonchalance boils your blood even further, effectively working you up past your melting point. A bitter laugh leaves your mouth.

“...You motherfucker-”

“Good morning, everybody!”

You sigh, lips hanging open with the rest of your insult frozen where it was interrupted. From over the small hill behind you, Gojo Satoru greets everyone with a bright energy you aren’t capable of returning this early in the day. 

You try your best to shake it off. The other students wave back happily as you sulk, aimlessly stretching your arms over your head in an attempt to push out the thousand things running through your mind, not one of which you’re capable of dealing with.

And maybe it is a good morning - the sun is out, the air is cool, there’s not a breeze passing by to mess up your hair. It’s a lovely day to be training. Megumi has been walking his dogs around the field, Yuuji has been racing himself from one end to the other, meanwhile the others take turns sparring. The springtime weather is rewarding, which is why it’s such a shame you can’t enjoy it.

Gojo reaches up a hand to lift one side of his blindfold. Though he’s standing all the way over on the steps, you can see his eyes clearly, crystalline blue and staring with scrutiny. The man leans forward into his gaze, and the way he’s inspecting you soon irritates you further.

“What’s with all the cursed energy?” he asks, letting his blindfold fall over his eye again. 

Yuuji perks up at the comment from where he’s been sitting after his run, pulling out blades of grass between his fingertips. “So it’s not just me?” he pipes up, pushing himself up to his feet. He seems relieved, turning his attention to you. “I thought maybe you just had a bad day but it seems like it’s seeping off you all the time now.”

Your lips press into a thin line as your eyelids droop in annoyance, trying to think up a reasonable answer quick. Unfortunately, you don’t get the time to do so.

“I don’t need to see it to feel it,” Maki adds. She finishes tying up her laces, objectivity unmoving with the deadpan spreading across your features. Your jaw tenses. “Didn’t want to say anything in case it would make you angrier.”

“Too late!” you snap, huffing as you place your arms over your chest. The number of eyes on you has your cheeks burning, and paired with your current vexation, makes you feel even worse.

“Well, what are you angry about?” Yuuji asks. 

“I’m not angry about anything.”

“That sounds a little defensive,” Gojo comments.

“You seem frustrated, that’s all.” Yuuji looks at you with a genuine curiosity that makes it hard to be mad at him. His doe eyes couldn’t possibly imagine what the real issue at hand is.

“Yeah, she’s frustrated all right,”  Nobara juts in. Her tone is whiney and annoyed, and you hope the glare you send her will shut her up, but she acts as if she doesn’t see it, only looking down at her nails in distaste. Then comes the zinger. “It’s because she hasn’t gotten laid in months.”

“That is not true!” you yell, but the obvious rage bubbling out of you gives it away. 

“Cursed energy can build from that?”

“It would explain a lot.”

“That sounds definitely defensive.”

“Shut up!” you shout, throwing your hands over your face to hide your cheeks burning in embarrassment. Then you’re sitting back on the field, hanging your head low over your knees. Quietly, you mutter, “You promised you wouldn’t say anything.”

☆☆☆

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

The walk here had been nerve wracking enough. Your heart had been stuck in your throat since the track this morning, if not from the sheer embarrassment of Nobara telling everyone you were sexually frustrated, then surely from the way Gojo had asked you to meet with him later in an old classroom rather seriously before walking off.

It scared you half to death upon hearing it, and just thinking about it scared the other half, so you’re hanging on by the thinnest of threads. The others comments hadn’t helped either, teasing about the frightening methods he’d use to dispel the energy, or how he’d berate you for being so stupid, or whatever else the maniac of a man had to offer.

Gojo leans back lazily in his chair, long legs thrown over the desk for his comfort and leisure. He stretches, letting out a satisfied groan with his arms straightened behind his head as you close the door behind you. 

“About time you got here. Been waiting forever.”

The lights are off, but evening sun pours in through the wall of windows that look out over the courtyard to brighten the room. He tosses a small apple plush above him with a smooth flick of his wrist, catching it on its down arc with ease. It looks like a marble with how it sits in his massive palms.

“Well, this wing is on the other side of campus,” you swallow, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly. That reminds you...“Why are we this far, anyway?”

He sighs, placing the toy back down at the top of his desk and resting his chin on his palm. You can feel his eyes on you through his blindfold. “To solve your problem, of course.”

“My… my problem? No, I don’t have any problems,” you say with a shake of your head as genuine as you can muster, a nervous smile flashing across your expression as he stands. His hand trails along the desk as he moves around it. When you get the feeling he doesn’t believe you, you start again, “If it’s about what Nobara said, it’s really no big deal-” 

“While you’re a talented sorcerer, you’re not a very good liar.” He comes to a stop in front of you, towering over your small frame. His head is turned down toward you but you refrain from making eye contact. Trying to maintain your composure, you look straight into his chest and then avert your eyes to the sid, looking anywhere else in the room but him - the chalkboard, the windows, the posters on the wall - that is, until he takes your chin in his hand and tugs your face up to look at him directly.

He’s taken off his blindfold, the black cloth crumpled in his palm and already tossed to the floor.

The way you’re staring at him, that desire that lies just below the fear, has his dick tenting in his pants. When he focuses, he can see the cursed energy radiating from your body, dark and cloudy as it surrounds you. “Yuuji’s right, it’s practically seeping from you,” he coos, eyebrows drawn together in concern.

He drinks in your apprehension with a sadistic sort of delight, and you don’t miss the feel of his eyes as they trace down your body. “My student is struggling,” he says tenderly, tapping his index finger along your cheek lightly. “What kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t help?” 

He eats up the way you look at him, swept away and hazy, your brain turning to mush at the sound of his voice. Heat pools in your panties, and the subtle manner in which your thighs shift against each other is not lost on him.

The tension in the air is electrifying. Leaning down to your ear, he says what’s been on his mind for weeks. “Don’t think I can’t hear you at night, touching yourself, trying so hard to make it go away on your own.”

His words leave your throat dry and stomach churning. Your face burns, thinking of him listening to your pitiful attempts to get off. Clearly, the sleepless nights of trying to cum, letting slip the small whimpers you couldn’t care to hold back, hands buried in your panties and writhing in your bed sheets, were no secret to anyone but you.

You’re almost mortified. You would be, if it wasn’t for your hot teacher standing in front of you, smiling as he remembers how pretty you sounded, offering to fuck the shit out of you to sate your frustration.

And god, just how pretty you sound. He’d never admit it sober, but the times he’s taken “random” late night walks around the buildings that have ended up at the outside of your bedroom door are far too many to count. Palming himself through his trousers, panting as he pictures you just through the slab of wood exactly how he plans on having you now.

“I...I don’t know if we should be doing this,” you mumble in a moment of clarity, gaze flickering to the window in the door that lets you see into the empty hallway just outside. Swallowing hard, scenarios of your classmates walking by, peering through, clouds your head. “What if someone…”

“They’re on the other side of campus, remember?” he teases. His fingers slide back along your jaw, brushing your hair from your forehead before settling to cup the side of your face. “You can make all the noise you want out here.”

Heat spreads through your core and inner thighs accompanied by a visible shiver, a pleased grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The proximity alone is making you wet. His presence is overwhelming with the unimaginable power he holds over you.

His neck tilts down to reach you, hovering with his lips not a breath away from yours. Gojo waits. Tentative, you press your mouth to his and your eyes flutter shut, feeling him smile as his hands make contact with your hips. He’s gentle and slow, his lips pillowy and soft against yours, moving carefully as if not to scare you away.

He muffles a timid whimper with his mouth and takes the lead, kissing you harder and pulling you into a firm lip lock before spinning you around and walking you backwards toward the desk. Hesitant hands reach up to his shoulders, something Gojo senses immediately, shy hands working up the confidence to splay over his broad shoulders. He knows you so well by now - there’s a reason you’re his favorite student.

“Let me help, princess,” he insists, breaking away to quell your uncertainty. “You know I’m the only one who can.” Gojo’s voice is hypnotizing, his promises filling your head with a desiring haze.

Your tiny, timid fingers hanging around his neck, crawling up his nape as if searching for safety, have him reeling. He might just devour you, so cute and innocent and willing in front of him.

You’re melting into his touch as his hands squeeze your hips, rubbing up your sides until they lay a firm grasp on your hips, sitting you fully on the desk. His touch is teasing and featherlight as he drags it up your calves, hiking up your skirt to get where he wants to be, situated right between your thighs.

“None of the other guys fuck you the way you need to be fucked, right?”

He may be cocky, but it’s for good reason.

Gojo Satoru is older, he’s experienced, he knows what he’s doing. He knows you, in fact, more than you think. Don’t be fooled - he sees you sneaking off campus, sees the texts you send to the boys in the nearest town, overhears how you talk to them over the phone when you think no one is listening. He also sees how disappointed you look every time you return from one of your escapades. 

You’re mature for your age, but no one is willing to fuck you like it. Except him, of course.

A large hand cradles the back of your head to keep kissing you. His mouth is ravishing, absolutely eating up the feeble mewls that escape you. Deft fingers unbutton your uniform with ease and slip it down your shoulders to reveal your chest as if he’s done it a thousand times.

He moves to unclasp your bra, but is surprised to meet your bare skin. He pulls back from your mouth to meet your eyes, and you already know what he’s thinking with the way he looks down at you, head tilted back with a dark mirth.

“No bra?” he inquires, rolling your perky buds between his fingers, and your lack of verbal response, that guilt in the slight raise of your eyebrows, tells him everything he needs to know. “Naughty girl. Makes me think you were expecting this.” He makes you purr like a kitten, free hand kneading at your chest, coaxing out sweet little noises that make his dick throb in his pants. 

You inhale sharply at a particular tweak of your nipple that has your body tingling, arching into him. “Sir, I-” 

His mouth is on your neck, sucking on that sensitive spot below your ear, just next to your jaw. The feel of his teeth gently scraping down sends chills through your shoulders and down your back, subconsciously tilting your head to the side and exposing more to him, inviting him to your body even further.

“It’s okay, you can tell me how bad you need my cock,” he says against your skin.

Your body flushes hot beneath him. A hand cups your clothed core. The friction has your hips lifting in desperate motions for more, pushing against his fingers for some kind of relief.

“Poor thing, too horny for your own good,” he says, peering down at you. He tugs at the tiny, delicate bow sewn into the lace band of your panties, a smug expression passing over his features. “But don’t worry, teacher’s here to make you feel better.”

He hooks his pointer finger underneath the center of your panties and pulls it up, forcing the fabric taught against your slit between your folds, urging a cry to fall from your lips. You’re absolutely aching for more, pussy desperate for contact as your hips buck. His opposite thumb goes straight to your swollen clit where it bulges through the thin cotton, reducing you to whines as he applies light pressure. 

“So sensitive,” he says with a teasing lilt in his tone, caught between looking at your pussy and your dazed expression. “You want my fingers?”

He knows he’s supposed to be helping you, but he can’t stop himself with how cute you look like this. He’s already thinking of just how far he can push you, just what he can get you to admit to him.

“Yes, please,” you’re begging, pulling your lips under your teeth, and how can he say no? He has no other choice but to indulge you.

He pulls your panties to the side and finally, his long, thick fingers sink inside you without warning, pushing a lewd moan from your throat.

He groans at the way you pulse around his digits. Your walls suck him right in. “Fuck, look at your pretty little cunt. Feels good, huh?”

Your mouth falls open as you nod, staring at him through half-mast, glassy eyes. Light amusement covers his face as he works your walls diligently, curling up and massaging that spongy spot he knows you like from the sounds you’re making.

“Yeah, I know it does. Need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, ah, need it so much,” you whine. At this point, you’d follow his every command, answer his every question, if it means he’ll keep doing what he’s doing. He connects his lips to yours again, swallowing up the noises that leave your throat, before moving down. He trails his mouth over your sensitive, flushed skin, burning to the touch as he leaves harsh, bruising marks behind. He’s kneeling down and throwing your legs over his shoulders without hesitation.

He has you desperate and shameless with how he’s making you feel. It doesn’t matter that he’s your teacher, it doesn’t matter that you’ll have to face him in class after the fact, all that matters is how hot and aching your core is, how bad you need him there to fix it. “More, sir, p-please.”

He groans at the name you’ve given him, that you’re addressing him by so earnestly. He never even asked you to, so when it spills out of your mouth so submissively, he can’t help the way it goes straight to his cock. “So polite, aren’t you? Let me hear you, be specific.” 

His fingers leave you clenching around nothing as he pulls them out of you, watching the string of slick stretch until it breaks. He slips them right into his mouth, licking your arousal off of his fingers, humming in delight. 

You’re fixated on his glossy, wet lips, entranced by the slight smile to his words. “Please, your mouth,” you plead breathlessly through a gulp. 

He presses a chaste kiss to the plush of your thigh, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His lips ghost over the tops of your knee socks and nip at the slight pudge that squeezes out.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs. Then, he’s diving in, latching his warm, wet mouth onto your pussy. You feel yourself gush under his lips as his tongue laves harsh strokes against your entrance. He has you quivering, your hips moving on their own accord over his face.

You squirm under his relentless tongue, swiping through your slick and spreading it all over your inner thighs. He laps at your fluttering hole before suckling your clit into his mouth, hot tongue flicking over it before releasing with a playful pop.

He thrives off of the whimpers leaving your mouth. A loud moan tears from you as his fingers plunge into you again, hands shooting to his snowy locks to ground yourself. You’re throwing your head back, keening in the firm grip he has pushing back your leg, his tongue swiping at you expertly while the pads of his fingers curl up into the spot you need him at, keeping his head pressed tight to your drooling cunt.

Pointed flicks of his tongue target your clit, puffy and sensitive, and you can’t help the way your hips buck up for more, babbling nonsense. His firm muscle prods at your hole before flattening and licking wide and short strokes up your folds.

“Aw, you wanna cum, don’t you? Gonna cum for me like a good girl?”

You only have the strength to nod, eyes squeezing shut and your lips parted in choked breaths.

“Look at me,” he commands sternly, and your lids are prying open immediately, struggling to keep your gaze on him with the pleasure he’s relentlessly forcing on your body. His plump lips are lustrous with your arousal. “Go ahead. Cum.”

His eyes bore into you as your face contorts, body tensing all over as you tip over the edge. That coil in your stomach which Gojo has so masterfully built snaps like a rubber band, shattering your mind as pleasure ripples through your body. You’re still as your release surges through you, making him moan against your pussy.

“That’s it, there you go,” he says with a growl as you take your first breath after the inhibiting pleasure fades, eyes darkening as he watches you, keeping pressure on your nub with his thumb, smooth strokes working you through your high. 

He carefully helps you drop to your feet, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, planting kisses to your temples before spinning you around to face the desk. You’re wobbly, but it’s nothing he can’t compensate for with his natural strength.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” he mumbles, large hands exploring the expanse of your back. He pushes you down, gentle fingers trailing up your spine until they find their hold on your hips like they were meant to be, loving how pliant you are beneath him.

The anticipation has you dripping, heart pounding as he flips up your skirt again, pussy aching to be filled. You hear the tugging of his trousers down to the floor, and a hefty exhale as he gives himself a few strokes in his palm.

His cock, hot and heavy and hard, presses into you slowly. You feel his girth immediately, cunt stretching deliciously to accommodate his size. It’s instant relief, finally the pleasure you’ve been desperate for, a drug you have to be careful of or you might just get addicted.

“Fuck,” he groans lowly, “So fuckin’ tight for me.”

You’re stuffed to the brim, focusing on how full you are, his fingers massaging the flesh of your ass as he gives you a moment to adjust. He feels his self-restraint thinning as you squeeze him. He’s gonna make you drool for him, make his cute innocent student into his little whore, make sure teacher’s the only one who touches you like this.

At first, his pace is slow and steady, sensual pumps that expertly drag against your gummy walls. You can feel his tip spreading you open, every burning curve and vein and ridge of his head as your pussy molds to him. But once your legs start shifting back for more, he speeds up the rocking of his hips, fucking you brainless on his cock. 

“How we feeling, princess?” he pants. He’s the only thing you can think about, mind scrambled from the white hot feel of being fucked so well.

He doesn’t have to ask to know - the string of heedless whimpers that you make are evidence enough, on top of the obscene squelches that echo every time he pounds into your sopping cunt. He pulls your wrists back from where they cling to the desk, white knuckled, to your sides. A strong arm snakes around your front, pinning your arms and waist close to his chest, caging you in while the other seeks purchase on your breast.

“F-Fuck, I- ah - so good, sir,” you sob, feeling your brain blank with the way his grip moves up to your neck, expertly pushing into the sides to cut off your blood flow. It’s dizzying, your pussy tightening around him for more.

And then he stops.

You’re about to whine, your walls fluttering around him, begging him to move, when his hand reaches to cover your mouth. He shushes you gently, snapping quietly towards the door. 

Someone is calling your name outside. “Hellooo? Hey Y/N, you over here?” It’s Yuuji, pacing the upper floor, walking straight down the hall and soon to pass the very door.

Your heart jolts in panic - why would he come looking for you? Why would anyone? The whole point of being out here was so that no one would come, right?

“Sorry to go back on my word, princess,” Gojo whispers. A wave of his hand creates a small masking barrier in front of the window, but it does nothing to hide the sound. “Gonna have to keep quiet for me. Can you do that?”

You nod your head, wiggling back against his hips pressed hard and unmoving to your ass. He pulls out slow and thrusts back, mindful of the noise of contact. It takes all your focus to bite back your moans.

“Don’t want your classmates seeing how slutty you are for a good fuck, do you? What if they walked in, saw you like this on your teacher’s cock?”

The thought has your hole constricting his length. You can already envision Yuuji’s shocked expression as he stares you down, his respected senior, nothing more than a babbling mess as Gojo Satoru fucks you raw in an empty classroom. The man behind you holds back a laugh.

The footsteps pass without the hint of something much filthier than extra help transpiring beyond the thin walls. You think you might have even seen a tuft of pink hair whizz by in the corner of your vision - whatever the matter, he’s gone, and you can finally catch your breath.

“Dirty girl,” Gojo rasps from behind you, slamming into you roughly, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of his lips while his fingers force themselves into your mouth, “you - hah - you fucking love it.” 

That spring in the base of your tummy starts to coil taut, rising faster than ever. “Love it,” you choke, stimulated tears forming at your lash line, “love it so much!”

His pace is relentless, your slick gushing all around him. He’s building you up just to break you down, the only one who can help you take the edge off.

“Tell me what you want,” he says through gritted teeth, “I’ll give it to you.”

Holding you tight to his chest with locked arms, he completely covers your body with his tall stature, inescapable and confining.

“Fuck, wanna - wanna cum so bad, so bad, sir.”

His large hand trails its way over your waist, soft fingers moving down, down, until they slip right over that little sensitive bundle at your front, cool and wet, that has your breath catching audibly in your throat. 

Gojo places his mouth just behind your ear, tone soft and sultry. The pad of his index finger rubs firm circles over your swollen, aching clit. It elicits a filthy sound from you that makes his cock twitch inside you. “Right there, huh?” He feels you clench as your legs tremble beneath him.

Your climax crashes over you in hot, unforgiving waves, tightening your walls and creaming all over every inch of his length. “Come on, give it all to teacher,” he encourages through heavy pants, making your skin prickle, and it’s just what you need. A chorus of loud, high pitched, breathless moans tumbles from your mouth as you ride it out. 

You’re drenching his fingers, making a mess as your squirt drips down and coats his cock, making him growl into your hair. He coaches you through it, stringing out his praises, “Just like that, mhm, good girl.”

His eyes fall shut as your cunt suffocates his cock, feeling his hips stutter as you suck him in. With a guttural, hungry groan, he’s burying his load in your waiting hole. He snaps against you once, twice more, hard and quick as he starts to come down.

A moment passes to catch your breaths, heartbeats beginning to slow in tandem. Gojo nuzzles his face into the back of your neck and sighs before placing an affectionate kiss there. 

Your legs are jelly beneath you so he’s careful when he releases his grasp, slowly turning you around to face him and sit back on the desk. 

“You alright?” he asks, wiping away the wetness under your eyes.

It’s safe to say that you’re relieved, in more ways than one. Your shoulders feel lighter and as does your chest, like everything you’ve been shackled to has been lifted off with a good fuck.

“Yeah, much better.” There’s a tired grin to your words.

He wipes away the sheen of sweat that has collected on his hairline and reaches over you to grab a few tissues off the desk. He’s gentle as he cleans you up, dabbing up sweat and cum from where it drips down your thighs. 

“You should get some rest. I’ll get you out of class tomorrow morning if you need it. Make up an excuse or something.” He pulls up his own trousers and helps you button up your top again, then lowering you back to the floor so you can be on your way.

“Let me know if you ever need any more assistance,” he winks, patting the top of your head. He smooths down a few stray hairs, putting you back together in at least a somewhat presentable way. “My help is always available to students that need it.”

Because while all that cursed energy may be under control, your relations are far from over. 

[qyuoza]

Please, Say You Love Me Masterlist

SUMMARY: The school’s ‘it’ girl was never really one for relationships, but with Soobin’s endless pinning after her, things start to get a bit out of hand. Who was Yeonjun anyway? and why did she like HIM so much?

PAIRING: Heartthrob!Soobin x Fem!reader x BadBoy!Racer!Yeonjun

GENRE: Angst, crack, heartbreak, fluff, smau

FEATURING: Yuna & Chaeryeong from ITZY, Heeseung, 02Z & Sunoo from Enhypen, Treasure Kim Doyoung

WARNING(S): A lot of bad jokes, sabotaging??, swearing tbh lmao, your mom jokes, this is so bad on soobin’s part i apologize in advance, a lot of jokes with violence but no actual violence, caps?? dirty jokes, yeonjun does illegal races, alcohol consumption, toxic!yeonjun

STATUS: [COMPLETE]

PROFILES: Neverending Bullshit. F(ucked)5. Jasons and Chads.

CH.1 [Bio? Who?] - CH.2 [URE DONE] - CH.3 [Conflicted 😐] - CH.4 [Soobin?] - CH.5 [Making a Move] - CH.6 [Lucky Charm] - CH.7 [Hopeless] - CH.8 [BFFS 🤢] - CH.9 [Out? With who?] - CH.10 [3 AM Shenanigans] - CH.11 [Soobin Redemption Arc] - CH.12 [Taehyun Womb Excretion] - CH.13 [Too old for toys] - CH.14 [Heart to heart] - CH.15 [Make up?] - CH.16 [Tonsil Hockey] - CH.17 [Secrets] - CH.18 [Fishy] - CH.19 [Crocodile Tears] - CH.20 [Is this the end?] - CH.21 [Better Days] - CH.22 [Unreasonable] - CH.23 [Where we left off] - CH.24 [Make It Right] - CH.25 [Soobin’s Ending] [Yeonjun’s Ending] - CH.26 [Epilogue]

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