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asuyaka · 4 months

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GUESS WHO'S CLASSES ARE FINALLY OVER GIRLIES💃💃

Damn, it's been a heck of a while since I last came back to this blog--

Anyways! I've been following the new JJK episodes(I am not fine and it's all Mahito's fault.), so to put a bandage on his gap in my chest, how about some reverse comfort shot for our boy Yuuji during the Shibuya arc? Heaven knows he's in need of it. The prompt would be that he's having the meltdown/panic attack after regaining control over his body after Sukuna raised hell on the city(along with all the memories that come with it) and his lover finds him crying on the ground and rushes to comfort him and ground him.

I just want my boy to get a hug goddamn it, Gege won't give him any breaks😭

- Sincerely, '🌈' Anon.

★ - 'm honestly haven't watched the new episode yet (prayin' s'the "I'm you." timeline !!) but, 100% agree! 'm boy needs a break !! (gege is cruel (；′⌒`) )

☆ - Itadori Yuuji x Reader!

♡ - 'm sososososo glad t'see you again 🌈 !! 've lowkey been burnin' out, but 'm glad you're here !! <;33 （〃｀ 3′〃）| listenin' to... Skyfall

Good God— you don't know how you're alive right now.

The stench of curses and blood permeated the air, dried blood from curse users and curses stuck your hair to your face; heavy breaths leaving your lips as you looked around for any familiar faces.

Shibuya is in shambles, nothing more and nothing less. Dead civilians and auxiliary managers litter the streets, and several cars and buildings are smashed and flipped on their sides.

"Fuck," you wheeze, holding onto the scar that stretches to two separate sides of your face.

Your ribs are most definitely bruised or broken— there's no doubt about it. Your ankle is a bit sprained and you can't hear anything from your left ear.

You're really looking for Yuuji, you're lovable, and sometimes (a lot of the time) oblivious boyfriend. It's a bit biased, you know. Though Yuuji is at the top of your priority list, you really just want to find anybody who came to Shibuya with Gojo.

An earth-shattering sound makes its way through your ear(s). You turn around sharply, staring in shock as a few inches away from your foot is completely gone.

There's a presence you've felt ever since you woke up and you more or less guessed it was Sukuna.

If you had moved one step ahead, you would've died by what you assumed was Sukuna's domain.

Sukuna.

Your eyes widen as they stare at the crater formed by the King of Curses' domain. There's no way people aren't dead.

Yuuji.

"Oh fuck, Yuuji?!" Your anxiety goes haywire as you force your body to move. Even though every bone in your body aches in pain, pushed to its limit and beyond during the plethora of curses you've fought, you move.

Your heartbeat accelerates as your breaths get shorter. As fast as you run around the perimeter of the crater, you still haven't found Yuuji. Yuuji and his boyish smile every time you get him a gift, Yuuji, and his airy laugh whenever he sees something that manages to get him just right.

Yuuji and, his adorable love for movies, Yuuji, and his bright demeanor, able to make almost anyone fall under his spell.

Yuuji, who you find scratching at the road with tears falling down his eyes, wailing about how he should be the one to die.

It's right then and there, that your heart breaks.

Forgetting about the pain in your body, you rush over to where Yuuji was a heavy exhale, tears brimming your eyes and throbbing pain coursing through your body.

He turns to look at you with eyes that don't look like your boy, that don't look like Yuuji. He looks as if he's seen a ghost —like he didn't expect someone he knew to still be alive.

"You're alive...?" His voice is hoarse like he's dehydrated. It's missing its usual animated tone, his normal light voice, and his smile — fuck his smile.

"Yuuji," You exhale. "Yuuji, you're alive, fuck— you're alive." You get closer, and your body finally collapses on you. You're able to feel the emotions you forced yourself to push down the minute you stepped into the veil encasing Shibuya.

The hurt when you saw people you hold near to your heart die in front of you, the pain every time you felt your bones cracking, or the feeling of your skin stretching to accommodate the wound that was bound to form a scar stretching across your face.

Yuuji backs away from you, his fingers leaving a bloody trail from where you found him scratching at the road. "No! Get away from me— I'll try and kill you too!"

He'll... try and kill you?

Yuuji hangs his head in his arms as he curls into himself, seemingly trying to make his body as small as normal. "I'm nothing but a murderer! No matter what I do— or what I try to do— I just," He interrupts himself with a hiccup, blood mixed with tears leaking from the bottom of his face.

"I can't help anybody! I killed innocent people, I shouldn't be allowed to live!"

Yuuji continues to cry, his bloody fingers gripping his now dirtied pink hair.

Gently, as to not make him pull away from you, your arms wrap around his body. He refuses, trashing in your hold as he begs for you to let go of him, to distance yourself from him in case Sukuna somehow manages to take control again.

"Yuuji." You say softly, letting your coarse arms run through his hair.

He doesn't respond. Though he isn't struggling to move, he still remains unresponsive. "Yuuji, you aren't a monster."

He shakes his head furiously. "I killed them with my own—"

"Sukuna killed them, not you." You mutter softly. Even though you don't know the whole story, you know Yuuji, your Yuuji, would never kill innocent people.

"Yuuji, you aren't a murderer. You aren't a murderer."

Yuuji sobs into your shoulder, his bloody fingers gripping tightly against your shirt. "I'm sorry— I'm sorry!"

You keep your voice soft, softly running through his hair and rubbing circles on his back as well. "It wasn't your fault, 's okay..."

You reassure him, keep telling him that he wasn't a murderer, that he wouldn't kill innocent people on purpose, and little by little you think he's believing you.

"We, we have to go find everyone else," Yuuji says. His voice is drier if that's possible and his eyes feel so sunken, they don't feel like Yuuji. You don't hold that against him, he just went through a traumatic experience and obviously he isn't going to be the same boy you're used to.

Your shoulder is wet, and Yuuji's blood is staining your back. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Yuuji nods. Though it doesn't feel all the way true, it doesn't feel fake either. You press a tiny peck on his cheek, showing him a smile to let him know that he isn't alone.

As long as you were there with him, he'll never be alone.

"Fushiguro is... is [Name] still alive?" Itadori asks, sitting across from Yuta, divided by their makeshift fireplace.

Fushiguro averts his eyes with a guilty look on his face as he shakes his head.

"Oh."

Itadori Yuuji is alone.

He's lost his best friend, Nobara, his mentor (practically his father), Nanamin, Todo lost his technique because of him, and now, he's lost the one person who he truly felt like he could fall back on.

The one person who saw him at his lowest, and somehow brought him back from that.

"Oh."

He's alone.

And he genuinely doesn't know how he can cope without the help of his lover, his [Name].

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zorosleftshoe · 9 months

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Cherry Blossoms - (c.b)

Pairing: Colby Brock x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, hospitals

“I’ve always wanted to see the cherry blossom trees.” The confession rolled off my tongue like honey as I struggled to keep my breathing under control. “They,” a hard wheeze escapes my chapped lips and I feel two hands clasp onto my trembling frame with such purpose. “They’ve always been my favorite.” My lungs scream at me to stop speaking; to savor my breath as I struggle to keep my eyes open.

“Sh, you’re okay.” His voice sounds like a distant memory as he comforts me on death’s doorstep. It wasn’t meant to be like this.

“Promise?” I gasp out still attempting to steady my breathing. His free hand that isn’t clasped tightly around my own presses against my stomach and I know there should be pain at the contact but my body has since gone numb and all I can feel is coldness creeping in.

“Pinky.” He sputters out. Even through glossy eyes I can see the tears that stain his cheeks and I reach a shaky hand up to swipe them away. I force a smile onto my face as my thumb caresses the apple of cheekbone.

“No one as pretty as you should cry.” He laughs at this. A laugh that has an underlying sadness like he’s quietly saying goodbye. “I never got to tell you.” His head tilts up at my words and I’m met with icy blue eyes that could rival any ocean. “I’m in love with you.” The words sit heavily in the air between us and I can’t tell if he’s digesting the gravity of them or the situation that lies out before him. “I’m in love with you, Colby.” A dam breaks then. Sobs wrack his larger frame as he holds himself up to keep from collapsing on top of me.

“You,” he pauses. His eyes, now red rimmed and glossy, locking onto my own. “You love me?”

“Then, now, and forever.” The man in front of me crumbles like paper at the simple words but all I can focus on is the overwhelming smell of copper. His sniffles keep me distracted from the realization of what that means.

“Then stay with me.” He all but demands. “Stay here. Love me. Allow me to love you.” Now he’s using both hands to put pressure on what I can only assume is the wound that’s giving off the horrid smell.

“Promise to take me to see the cherry blossom trees.” My words are soft as I force them from my tongue. “Promise to be there with me as they dance in the wind.” Colby nods. He nods because I know if he speaks his voice will waver and he can no longer be strong for me.

The wind blows around us and the trees away to their own tune as sirens fill the once peaceful silence. The last thing I see if Colby’s fear filled eyes as I succumb to the darkness.

~~~

An incessant beeping fills my ears when I come to. Begrudgingly, my eyes flutter open and I hiss at the brightness of the room. My nose scrunches up at the smell of antiseptics and I force myself to breathe through my parted lips.

“You’re awake.” The words are hushed, timid. My eyes dart towards each corner of the room in attempt to find the culprit when they land on the exhausted brunette. His lips are chapped from the constant gnawing on them and his half lidded eyes are a good indicator he hasn’t had much sleep since arriving. “Let me get the nurse.” Before he can move too far my fingers wrap around his wrist and he slowly sits back down in the plastic chair.

“You look like shit.” My voice is hoarse from the lack of use and Colby chuckles in response.

“Polite as ever, darling.” His eyes wander towards the door and I lightly tug on his wrist to regain his attention. “I really should get the nurse.”

“I love you.” Colby fumbles with the drawstring of his XPLR hoodie but I notice how his face flushes in embarrassment. “I know it took me nearly dying to say this to you but I can’t just keep it tucked away in my back pocket anymore.” I use my free hand to trace the sharpness of his jaw and he nuzzles closer into my palm. “I dream of you. My heart calls to you, Colbs.”

“I have never felt for another person the way I feel for you. It scares me to my core what I would give to just have you rest your gaze on me.” Colby takes both of my hands in his and rests his forehead against my own as we lean into each other’s space.

In that moment, as we held one another in a warm embrace, I felt our hearts become one.

#sam and colby #colby brock imagine #colby brock x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #colby brock #colby brock angst

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mylovelies-docx · 6 months

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Sorry, I Love You - Part 13

I think this part will soothe some of your fears :)

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: Recovery, trauma related to serious injury and CPR, FLUFF (what?! from me? Unheard of)

Word Count: 2,7235

Tag List: NOW CLOSED! If you'd like to keep up with this story, please follow my blog and turn on notifications! ❤️ you :)

The silence is deafening.

It roars like thunder in your ears before gradually slipping into a low hum. You haven’t been able to make out any sound since you’ve become aware of your body, unable to tilt your head, open your eyes, or lift a finger.

You feel pricks of sensation in your elbows and the backs of your hands, but they’re overshadowed by the immense pressure you feel on your chests. You’re unable to take in a full, deep breath, feeling as if you’re slowly suffocating.

What’s going on, you think. What happened to me?

Your mind scrambles for any recollection of where you are, how you got here, why you can’t breathe. But nothing penetrates through the fog in your head, there is no information for you to base your current situation on.

Your shallow breaths come faster, wheezing in and out of your chest and causing your heart to flutter frantically. You still can’t move, can’t look around to see where you are, who’s there, if you’re in danger.

All of a sudden, a blaring sound pierces your ears, driving deep into your skull and fracturing what little hold you had over your panic. You struggle against your body, trying in vain to wake up, wake up! But nothing’s working, your body won’t listen to you. All you know is the pain blossoming in your chest and cool wetness tracking down your face.

Then, something encircles your hand. Warm and soft on top, cool and hard on your palm.

“It’s okay, baby.” A voice echoes through the frenzy of your mind and drowns out the shrieking siren that’s still coming in and out, in and out. “You’re safe. It’s okay,” the hoarse, watery voice calls. “You’re okay.”

You try to follow the voice, try to understand who’s speaking to you. You want to call out to them, need to know what’s going on. But a tingling sensation begins in the crook of your elbow, and you feel a rush of cold make its way through your arm and reach the burning ache in your chest.

It takes the pain away immediately, but also your consciousness. You struggle to remain awake, wanting to know who’s here, what they did to you. The voice causes a cacophony of emotions to shoot through you: hurt and anger first, but quickly on their heels is affection and tenderness. Love.

You know this person. Recognize their presence and feel relief that they’re here beside you. But you can’t picture a face, a name, or any memories of them. All you know is the jumble of emotions their voice makes you feel and the familiar pressure around your hand.

The cold that soothed the pain in your chest makes its way through your heart and up your neck, heading towards the mess that is your head. You feel it snake its cold fingers up into your skull and begin to pull you away. You fight it, wanting to stay awake longer, wanting to figure out who is here with you.

But it’s no use.

You slip quickly back into the silent darkness.

***

Time rushes by in a blur.

You’re aware of time passing and people coming to visit you, but nothing really sticks. You know you’ve asked countless times what happened, where you are, who this person is, but the answers slip away as soon as they’re spoken. You sort of recognize the people who step into your room, but once they leave, the details of the visit disappears from your mind as if it never happened, leaving behind only vague recollections of what transpired.

There is one person who has been by your side the entire time. His constant presence was sometimes a comfort, other times a burden. On your good days you’d speak to him like a friend, laughing and joking – he’d tell you stories about your life together that you don’t recall the details of, but you remember they made you happy.

On your bad days… it was almost like you could remember why the sight of him breaks your heart. You’d scream and yell, trying to make him understand through your tears that you wanted him to leave, that you never wanted to see him again. But you couldn’t tell him why. He’d look at you sadly, his eyes wet, but he’d shake his head and say something about how he wouldn’t let you go again.

The ‘again’ is what confused you. It helped to drive your persistence to get better quickly: you worked hard on your lung capacity, the physical therapy exercises, the memory tests. You were frustrated that your brain was hiding so much information from you, that you could tell your body was too weak but having nothing to compare the feeling to. He helped you with it all with a guilt-ridden look on his face.

Your brain and your body slowly healed. It took nearly three months, but you were finally starting to retain short term memories again. You could continue a conversation with Nat and Wanda when they returned to see you the next day; could chide Tony when he wore the same shirt for two days in a row after staying up all night in the lab; you were able to hug (gently) on Clint and Laura’s kids when they brought them in to see you; got to laugh along with Sam when he told you how Steve was trying to grow a mustache because he thought it’d ‘give him more authority’.

Could watch Bucky as he slept on the cot in the corner of your room, only allowing himself to doze while others were there to keep you company. Quietly observing his stubble grow into scruff and then into a short, unkempt beard. Chuckling at the affronted look on his face when you told him to shave it off, but lost your voice when he returned from his shower that same day with soft, smooth skin.

You’re eventually released from the medical bay - almost five months to the day of when the Avenger’s brought you back from the brink of death. Bucky walks beside you, his arms hovering outstretched, prepared to catch you if you fall. You can’t help but stumble on purpose just to watch his eyes widen and hear his sharp inhale as he grabs you up and carries you the rest of the way to your room.

You enter your living quarters to see balloons, streamers, and a banner that reads ‘GLAD YOU’RE NOT DEAD!’ strung above the hallway that leads to your bedroom. You giggle at everyone gathered around wearing party hats and holding confetti poppers. You hear pop, pop, pop, pop, pop and watch paper go flying as everyone pulls their strings.

You can’t help but feel overjoyed at being here with your friends – being alive after being so sure that you were going to die.

Bucky had silently handed you a small plastic bag containing a bloody sheet of paper just a few days ago. He’d explained that he’d found it right before boarding the quinjet and bringing you home. Seeing those words, written in your own unsteady hand, brought up the pain and loneliness you were feeling at the time, so sure that you were going to leave this world without being able to tell anyone goodbye.

You’d started crying. Deep, wracking sobs that rocked your frame, barely able to draw in a breath before your lungs forced it back out. Bucky had quickly sat down on your hospital bed and started rubbing your shoulders, but you’d grabbed at him like a child, clinging onto him and refusing to let go. Saying ‘thank you, thank you, thank you’ over and over again, profoundly grateful that he’d made it in time, that he’d called for backup and saved your life. Bucky quaked in your arms, his hands holding you tightly to him, repeatedly telling you that he was sorry, ‘so, so sorry’ he wasn’t there when you needed him, sorry for everything he’d done. You shook your head and shushed him, placing a kiss against his collarbone; he’d brought one hand up to your head and placed soft, desperate kisses on your crown, your forehead, your cheeks.

Once you held each other in your arms, there was no letting go. Bucky had been by your side the whole time but he’d been holding himself back, afraid to touch you, afraid you didn’t want him to touch you. But after reading your letter and holding onto him for dear life, he’d finally relented and started doting on you the way he’d wanted to the entire time. He held you hand, brushed your hair, kissed your cheeks, was always touching you in some way. You would scoot to the far side of your bed and force him to lay with you, stating that you couldn’t stand to see him curl up on that cramped couch any longer, but you really just wanted to feel him beside you again.

Your welcome home party lasted for nearly three hours. Wanda had sat down on your left once Bucky placed you on the couch. Before he could sit himself, Nat had jumped behind him and wrapped her arms around you.

“You’ve seen her all day, every day. Let me sit beside my best friend,” she hissed at him.

You laughed easily at Nat’s words and the pout that sprung to Bucky’s face. He’d glanced at you, his hand still holding onto yours where he stood in front of you. You raised your other hand to pat him, mouthing out an ‘it’s okay”. He finally relented with a kiss to the top of your head and walked over to sit between Steve and Sam.

Everyone sat around chatting, laughing, and eating the food provided by Tony – he’d had your favorite restaurant cater the event, the table piled high. You’d eaten as much as you could stand, stacking your plate with as much food as you would usually eat, but unable to finish it all after the curated diet you’d had in the med bay.

Your stomach full and body warm from being squished between your two best friends, you grow tired. Everyone sees your eyes slide shut before slowly blink back open, your head resting on Nat’s shoulder as she sits beside you. A yawn slips from your mouth, stopping Bucky mid-sentence. He stands abruptly and makes his way to the exit.

“Okay everyone, time to go: she needs to rest,” Bucky dictates to the Avengers.

Everyone groans at him, sad that they have to leave for the time being. You get kisses and hugs from Nat and Wanda before they move away to allow the other’s room to say goodbye. Steve grabs up your hand and places a kiss on the back of it; Sam bends down to give you a warm embrace; Tony leans over the back of the couch and places a peck on the top of your head; Clint claps you on the shoulder and Bruce waves a tentative hand as they leave the room, ushered out by Bucky.

After securing the door behind everyone, Bucky walks over to where you remain seated on the couch. He watches your face as he crouches on the ground in front of you, his hands slipping behind your knees and massaging your calves. You hum, pleased, and enjoy the feel of his hands on you.

“You ready to go to sleep?” he whispers to you. You smile tiredly and nod your head. He gives you a gentle grin in response. “Are you able to walk, or do you want me to carry you?”

In response, you left your arms and make grabby motions with your hands toward him. He chuckles at your antics and scoops you up, one hand behind your knees and the other on your back. He carries you cradled against his chest under the ‘GLAD YOU’RE NOT DEAD!’ banner and down the hallway to your bedroom.

Bucky opens your door and pads quietly across the carpet, setting you down gently on the edge of your bed. You unwrap your arms from around his neck and use them to hold yourself upright as you sit. Bucky’s hands linger on you a moment longer before he walks over to your wardrobe.

“What do you want to wear to bed, baby?” he questions as he digs through your drawers. “You want to put on a pajama set or a sweater?”

“Can I take a bath first?” you question. “I still feel gross from laying in that hospital bed for so long – sponge baths just don’t cut it,” you joke.

“Hmmm,” Bucky hums as he walks back over to you. He bends down and sniffs at your hair, then lifts up your arm and makes a disgusted face. “Yeah, you’re right.”

You gasp out a laugh, offended he’d even pretend to joke about it, and shove him away playfully. He laughs as well and slides a palm over your hair and bends down to kiss your scalp.

“I’m teasing,” he says. “But I’ll run you a bath anyway.”

Bucky walks away into the bathroom. You flop backwards on the bed as the sound of running water and the scent of one of your bath bombs wafts through the open door towards you. You inhale deeply and close your eyes, the lavender scent relaxing you already.

Part 14 (End)

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wain-fleets · 8 months

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CONTAGIOUS.

miles decides to take care of a sickly lyle — someone decides to watch !

( miles quaritch x lyle wainfleet x fem! recom!reader )

SMUT WARNING! NSFW, MDNI. ( fluff to extra stuff .. ) p in v, fingering, threesome, double penetration, oral, anal, rough play, pet names, praising, etc. very nasty stuff. satiate my thirst.

miles sighed heavily, lightly tossing about the bottle of water in his hands. it crinkled and sloshed, making a faint noise that wasn't near loud enough to break through fike's snores (who had managed to fall asleep on the floor, next to the fridge after having a bit too much to drink). his bare feet pattered against the cold tile flooring as he made his way past the sleeping recom for the second time, and down the dimly lit hall to his own room.

or he wished it were his own. maybe then he'd actually catch some shuteye, instead of listening to lyle's constant chattering. still, he didn't want to think about where he'd be without the annoying fuck.

the door let out a small hiss as it slid open automatically upon registering his presence. *fancy shit.* and as soon as he stepped inside, he was met with the familiar sight of lyle lazing about in the bottom bunk. normally, lyle would sleep up top, but he could hardly get himself up there.

he was sick as a dog— supposedly.

now, miles wasn't sure why, but a part of him did take pity on the man. even if it was rather thin at 11 at night, his patience was there. and lyle sounded like a dog with a squeaker lodged in its throat. he needed water.

miles allowed his weight to press in the mattress at lyle's side. the metal frame groaned just a bit before settling, as lyle rolled over to face him.

"here." miles grunted out, offering the water to lyle, who kept himself tucked beneath his blankets. lyle could see he was shivering, but he had a relieved look on his face as he accepted the drink. he popped the lid off, bringing the spout to his lips and gulping eagerly. until nothing but a few sips remained in the bottom.

"ugh.. thanks.." he managed, "didn't expect you to be back in here tonight. youre gonna get sick, yknow."

"i figure that, but i think bein' sick beats sleepin' in there with mansk n' prager."

"they get on your nerves?"

miles shook his head, his tail thumping against the mattress as his palm rubbed at his forehead. "no .."

lyle wasn't sure what to think of the dry reply, but he didn't push it. he knew that miles wasnt always the best at expressing himself, whether it be in a positive way or a not so positive one. miles refused to show any signs of weakness, even when he probably should.

lyle could be the same way at times, but right now? there was no point in even trying to fight it. he felt like shit, and he wasn't afraid to show it.

a pained groan slipped from his blue lips as his head lolled back into his pillow, and a whine rattled his vocal chords. he squeezed his eyes shut, sniffling and sucking in rapid, shallow breaths in an attempt to clear his airways. this caught miles' attention, once more.

"here, sit up." the colonel demanded, and as much as lyle wanted to refuse, it was built-in now to *listen to miles*. he was his boss, after all. pretty much. lyle didn't mind.

"then help." lyle huffed at him, and miles couldn't help an eyeroll. their hands locked and lyle sat himself up with a small wheeze deep in his chest, keeping his hand clutched to miles' so he wouldn't fall back.

his ears twitched, pinning back against his head at the unfamiliar touch he felt. miles placed his hand against lyle's lower back, gently pushing in on it as a nudge of guidance.

"straighten your back— deep breaths, now." even though lyle was still tense from what he was seeing (as it was rather baffling: miles was never this gentle), he couldn't help but melt into it. lyle was sick, he felt cold. and miles was warm- his hands were so warm.

he complied to the simple command, rolling his shoulders a bit as he straightened his posture, and sucked in deeply. his nose was stuffy, so the task wasn't the easiest, but after a few tries he felt all the ick flowing downwards, and he could breathe again.

miles watched lyle take in deep chugs of oxygen, his eyes lingering over his lips before settling on his nose. lyle resembled rudolph, only far less happy than that stupid fucking deer. but a whole lot cuter, nonetheless.

"there you go.." miles murmured, looking down at his hand, which he held in place for lyle to continue using as support. he felt his heart skip a beat at the contact. the two men had always had a thing for each other, but it never went further than a few drunken makeout sessions.

but the interest was there. the care was there. and, even, a love that went beyond something friendly. on the outside they looked to be brothers in arms, but behind closed doors? more like very, very not related guys in dick to ass. at least that's what they wanted it to be. but neither had the balls to fess up.

as miles lost himself in thoughts of the man sitting just next to him, his eyes tracked downwards. over the corporal's bare chest, down to the blanket that hung loosely over his lap. the sight made his breath hitch, his palms growing sweaty, to which he wiped them off on the thighs of his sweatpants.

lyle, who was still catching his breath, noticed this. and he felt his own panic settling into his gut. it bubbled painfully in his belly, burning in his abdomen. did miles notice how hard he was?

lyle adjusted the blanket over his lap, trying to more properly hide the grown bulge beneath it to no avail. plus, it was too late. miles had noticed. yeah, he saw that. cant hide from him.

lyle's tail thumped under the covers, a clear indicator of his anxiety, and his cheeks flushed. miles watched his every move. like a hound trained on a rabbit.

"hmh.. it's okay," miles started, finding the confidence within himself to finally speak. "i know my touch is 'bout as good as it gets." he drawled, that southern accent thick with an almost sadistic tinge. he liked it. he liked seeing lyle all worked up and uncomfortable in his presence.

it made him feel in charge. strong. and incredibly fucking horny. he wasn't even going to attempt to hide his own erection-- it was huge and it was happening.

his pants tightened as his cock strained against them, making him hiss softly behind his canines. it hurt. so good.

lyle chuckled nervously, scratching at the back of his neck. he was embarrassed, and unsure what to say. was miles toying with him? making fun of him? was he upset with him? lyle couldnt tell. until he noticed the clear indication in miles' pants.

"sorry.."

"whaddya got to apologize for?"

their bellies danced with butterflies, a feeling neither of them thought possible anymore. lyle shrugged.

and without thinking, before he even knew what he was doing, miles reached out. his hand cupped between lyle's hidden thighs, his palm slightly compressing the mound in the other man's boxers.

lyle's whole body tensed, his breathing growing more faint than it already was. he grabbed miles' bicep, and the colonel stilled his movements.

"w.. want me to stop?" miles whispered, starting to retract his hand. but lyle stopped him.

the corporal grabbed his wrist, pushing his palm further onto his crotch and bucking his hips into it. a mewl left his lips; a whine of desperation and yearning. he needed to be touched.

at this, now having consent, miles couldn't hold back anymore. he ripped the covers from the bed, carelessly tossing them aside before returning his hand to lyle's boxers. he massaged the man's length through the fabric, earning himself a whimper of gratitude. but he knew lyle needed more.

he guided lyle to lean back against the wall, using one hand to grip the recom's braid. he roughly snatched it back, forcing lyle's chin to tilt upward to expose his neck. his other hand worked lyle's boxers down around his thighs, just enough to free his cock.

"fuck.. that's pretty." miles groaned at the new sight. lyle was big. the colonel had already known this, but actually seeing it was a whole new experience. his hand wrapped around lyle, starting to pump him slowly, working him over.

lyle's moans and curses of ecstasy were intoxicating to his superior. everything felt so right. and he wasn't stopping for shit.

he sank his fangs into lyle's neck, still gripping his braid to hold him in place while delivering deliberate, slow strokes to his dick.

lyle groaned, his hands searching until they found the tie to miles' sweatpants, and he pulled them loose. miles stopped him.

"nah, baby.. let me take care of ya. you're the sick one, ain't ya?" miles inquired, his hot breath fanning over the blue skin of the other male's neck.

lyle's lip curled upward in a small, lazy smirk. "well yeah, but i still wanna." his voice was a bit nasally, and playful towards his boss. with that undeniable hunger.

miles wanted nothing more than to pin him down and take him, but he had to restrain himself. lyle was still sick, and he feared that if he pushed too hard, he'd exhaust the man or put him off. so he kept himself light.

"a'right.. well, if ya wanna, i aint stoppin' ya. but you best remember," his grip on the recom's queue tightened, making lyle feel a tingling sensation throughout his whole frame. every nerve jolting with excitement. normally this would hurt, but damn he was too heated to even register that at the moment. "you go and get yourself hurt, it aint gonna be my fault.. understood?"

"uh huh--"

miles bared his teeth, glaring down into lyle's wide, yellow eyes.

"use your damn words." he seethed. he hadn't meant to sound so cruel, no. but the overwhelming strain between his legs was painful, and he needed relief. or he'd completely lose his mind. he was teetering between sane and falling off the deep end.

lyle was just too fucking cute; too hot. those sounds, those eyes. his tail waggling back and forth and those ears giving away his true emotions.

"yes sir." lyle responded back to him properly this time, and for a split second he resembled a soldier once again instead of a man weakened in another's arms. but just like ice under the desert sun, it was gone before it even stood a chance. and they were both okay with that.

"yeah.. good boy." miles sneered, freeing lyle's hair and allowing the man to proceed. he sat back on his knees slightly, watching as lyle tugged his sweatpants down.

briefly, his eyes landed on lyle's cock again. it twitched and pulsed, begging for contact again. a bead of precum gathered on its slit, and miles swiped it up with his thumb. promptly licking the digit clean.

lyle was awestruck momentarily, unsure of what had just happened until it clicked. miles had tasted him, and god did he want to return the favor. he hugged his lower lip between his canines as he slowly peeled down the colonel's boxers.

a pleased sigh exhaled from miles' lips as his cock was finally freed from its confines. lyle took note of the small wet patch on the plaid fabric he'd just removed. the small details. miles was starved for him, just as lyle was.

miles was notably bigger than lyle, even though they were both pretty huge. these new bodies were something else, that was for sure. covered in stripes and freckles in even the most intimate places.

lyle breathed a tiny sigh of wonderment as he reached his hand out, carefully wrapping it around the colonel's length. he didn't stroke it, and instead gave it a gentle squeeze, taking his time to just feel it. he had no idea how he'd managed to make this fellow marine so damn hard.

he leaned down, pushing up the hem of miles' tshirt with his free hand as the other guided the man's cock towards his mouth, and he used his tongue to clean the small mess gathered atop it. miles gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into lyle's shoulders.

"fuck.." he whispered, pursing his lips as he suppressed a moan. but he wasn't able to suppress his hands, and his claws dug into lyle's neck. he shoved the corporal back onto the bed, pinning him down by his throat.

miles was so swift in his movements that it dazed lyle briefly, and he blinked rapidly up at the larger recom. he felt the pressure on his jugular, but he wasnt afraid. if anything, this only excited him further. he watched as miles pushed himself up to hover above him, trapping lyle's waist between his knees after fully removing his sweatpants and ripping his tshirt off.

lyle sucked in a deep breath of air through his mouth as his throat was released. he grunted as miles shoved his shoulders down, forcing lyle's face towards his cock. lyle was trapped, his hands holding miles' thighs as he gazed up at the colonel.

miles was practically sitting on his chest, but he made sure not to apply his full weight. and though he was trying to fight off his primal side, he was losing.

"suck my fuckin' cock.." he demanded through his teeth, using one hand to cradle lyle's head towards his groin.

he couldn't hold back a moan this time, as lyle's lips parted and he took miles into his mouth.

"ah, fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.." miles cursed, bucking his hips forward. lyle gagged at the knock to the back of his throat, but he didn't pull away and endured, instead starting to slowly bob his head.

he'd never sucked a dick before, but he could tell he was doing well by the blissful groans and grunts from his companion. he closed his eyes, his brows furrowed as he tried to deepen the hold his lips had on the colonel.

miles tightened his jaw, his abdomen sucking inward as he leaned his head back. he was trying his damndest to keep quiet, but it was hardly working. the profanity escaping his lips was filthy.

his gaze dropped back down to lyle, watching the man work him with his mouth. the sight ignited something inside the colonel, and the urge to cum was too damn strong.

without warning, miles grabbed lyle's head, placing his palms on either side of it firmly to hold it in place. he started rocking his hips, back and forth. slowly, gradually speeding up until he was pounding poor lyle's face.

"ah, fuck! baby.. oh shit." the colonel panted with each thrust, his blood pumping so quickly that a ringing filled his ears, drowning out the sounds of lyle's own moans and grunts.

this was the first thing you saw when you stopped in the doorway. your footsteps halted, your eyes wide in shock and the pointed ears on your head perked in what was a mix of confusion and curiosity. followed by a pang of fear. what the hell was going on?

you felt your hands starting to tremble, your heart rate soaring to dangerous heights.

it was almost instantaneous. as soon as you realized what was going on, heat flooded through you, centering to your abdomen. it felt as if your guts were knotting up, a deliciously painful feeling. anxiety paired with the overwhelming need to get fucked.

you squeezed your thighs together, with a faint gasp. the two men didn't pick up on this small sound, but they did pick up your scent. well, miles did. lyle couldn't breathe through his nose for shit.

that smell.

they both stopped moving. miles released lyle's head, allowing the recom to finally breathe again.

"what?" lyle croaked out, as miles twisted slightly, tilting his head to see you past his shoulder.

you considered trying to hide, but you knew it was hopeless. you were caught, and you weren't sure whether to feel negatively about that or not.

but the way the two looked at you, you realized maybe it wasnt so bad. even if embarrassing and shameful.

"uh, sorry. ill just-" you started, but miles cut you off.

"whats that smell?" did you stink? oh god- "hell that's good.. that you, sweet pea?"

a shock waved through you. was he speaking to you? only then did you finally understand why you'd been caught. these new bodies. they could smell every bit of your desire. and lyle picked up on it when he sat up.

their mouths flooded with drool. they needed you. whatever was getting passed around, it was contagious, and there was no controlling it.

"heyy.. y/n," lyle dragged, licking his lips. "wanna join?" it almost sounded like he was joking, teasing you. and you almost laughed. gladly you stopped it, seeing he was being dead serious.

but how were you supposed to answer that question? yes, no? it wouldn't be right to join in, would it? you could only stand, your lips parted as you tried to come to a conclusion. you were taking too long, though.

miles lifted a hand, waving two fingers towards himself in a gesture for you to come over.

"wait, i-"

"nah, c'mere. i can smell ya.. i know you wanna."

you paused at his words. and caved in. your legs felt weak as you shut the door behind yourself and neared the bunk. miles stood, pulling lyle up with him. they stood in front of you, their bodies on full display.

and what a damn good display it was.

toned chests, two huge cocks eager for one another and now for you.

"are you guys sure-" you were cut off. again. lyle snatched your hips, growling lowly as he roughly tripped you up and pinned you to the mattress. any signs of his ailment had subsided, and he had a feral look in his eyes. as did miles.

they both admired you from above, eyeing you like two hungry wolves would a freshly cut flank from the juiciest doe.

"finally found our lil culprit, wainfleet." miles huffed out, reaching down to push the tank top clothing your body above your stomach. his hand glided over your warm abdomen, working gentle circles into it in a soft massage.

"yeah.. shit, it was her the whole time." the corporal clicked, his hand grabbing your knee. he slid his palm upwards, pushing his fingers under the leg of your shorts.

they noticed the quizzical look in your eyes.

"huh. darlin'," miles crooned, leaning over you. "we've been smellin' your fine ass for months. couldnt figure out what it was, till now. just 'bout all the guys been lookin' for you."

"yeah. y'know, you could've just said you wanted us." lyle shrugged at his own words, and you gasped as you felt his fingers brush against the panties beneath your shorts. a grin overtook his lips as he felt the damp cloth. "damn, you're soakin'.."

his middle finger slipped under the small garment, caressing your folds with a tenderness that took your breath away. you couldn't hold in a small squeak, just as miles shoved your tank top up the rest of the way. your breasts fell from your shirt, and both the men seemed to purr at the sight.

as miles leaned down, taking a nipple into his mouth to suckle at it eagerly, his other hand kneaded the opposite breast. the sight made lyle want to release all over the both of you right then and there, but he held back, and instead plunged his finger deep inside your pussy.

he felt your walls, pushing his finger into that spot that made your toes curl and your breath stop.

"fuck, colonel, she's tight.."

miles released your nipple with a pop. "mmhmm.. guess we oughta get her ready then."

those words made your whole body give up. if you wanted to fight it before, you sure as hell couldn't now. you were in this, and dammit, you were not leaving until you felt quenched. until they did, too. they'd make sure of that.

lyle pulled his hand from your shorts, leaving you empty. he brought it to his lips, and miles sat up to join him in aweing at how wet you were. they snickered to themselves, before they both leaned in and licked lyle's hand clean.

their tongues pressed together, and they shared a sweet kiss before pulling back to share a knowing look. you tasted good.

focusing their attention back on you, you found your shorts being yanked off by miles. lyle leaned down, pushing your knees wide apart so they could get a good look at those underwear.

"you need it bad, dontcha?" lyle mocked, dropping down and gripping your thighs as he buried his face in your panties, licking and sucking your clit through them.

"oh god, lyle-" you panted, and he whimpered in response.

this was heaven for him. he had tasted miles, and now he was tasting you. in truth, he'd been pining for your fine ass since day one. the slut.

his mouth engulfed your whole mound through the fabric, and he kept sucking the moisture from it. as you moaned and whined, you noticed miles sat at your side, stroking himself at a steady pace as he admired the view.

"that feel good, darlin'?" the colonel questioned, using his free hand to brush your hair back out of your face. "mm.. good girl, keep moanin' for me. not too loud, now.."

miles praised you, and you quivered under lyle's ministrations. he pulled from your pussy, only momentarily, just enough time to rip your panties off and toss them at miles.

a squeal rattled your throat as lyle delved back into your heat, his nails digging into your thighs to leave behind faint scratches as he lapped away at your soaked folds. now unprotected, it felt so much better. his tongue teased your clit, and he took it between his lips to give it a hard suckle that made you clutch the bedsheets. your knuckles paled as you let out a loud moan, only for a large hand to cover your mouth.

miles muffled your sounds of pleasure with his palm, shushing you quietly.

"shh, now. dont want anybody else walkin' in here. dont think you could take more than two of us, sweet pea." he reminded, and you made an effort to be more quiet. though it was hard.

"yeah, good girl.. look'it you. damn." he breathed, leaning over you to suck at your breast once more. he kept a hand over your mouth, the other gripping your panties as he grinded his cock against them. "mmh.. mhm, fuck." he released your nipple to speak again, "so damn pretty." he whispered, peppering kisses down your belly until he reached lyle.

lyle panted as he pulled back temporarily, his mouth and chin covered in your juices. he gazed up at miles, who leaned in to lick his face clean, before they both focused on your pussy.

miles released your mouth, using his now free hand to spread your pussy lips.

"pretty fuckin' pussy, colonel." lyle breathed, "tastes damn good too.. you gotta try this."

they were passing you back and forth, treating you like a shared dish for the both of them to dine upon.

"guys-"

"hush." they both ordered you sternly, their voices mixing into one. one that you simply listened to.

"you relax and enjoy yourself, buttercup." lyle smacked his lips, pushing himself up to sit aside you as miles dipped to replace him between your legs.

you whined up at lyle, whimpering as miles' tongue shoved inside your wetness. lyle gave you a sweet smile, dipping his head to give you a kiss. you could taste yourself on his lips.

he broke the kiss to tilt your head back, leaning down to sink his teeth into your neck, marking you. you moaned, and miles groaned along with you.

"so fuckin' good." the colonel panted, pushing your knees up to your chest as he feasted away at your swollen folds. the change in position made you all the more heated, and your hands clung to lyle.

"oh fuck.. im gonna- i need to-"

"yeah, yeah, good girl. you gonna cum for us? huh? gonna cum all over his face?" lyle whispered in your ear, and you nodded hastily.

"uh huh, uh huh-" you agreed, and miles sped up his tongue, abusing your sensitive bud with it again and again. "uh huh!"

"yeah? yeah?" lyle nodded with you, keeping his eyes locked with yours. "good girl. yeah, cum for me baby. cum for us. good girl.."

his praise sent you over the edge, and just as you reached your peak, he smashed his lips to yours to silence the loud moan that would come with it. miles grinned, lapping up the remaining juices pooled in front of his mouth.

he helped you come down from your high as lyle kissed you repeatedly, the corporal murmuring soft 'good jobs' to you.

miles pulled back when you were fully spent, but they weren't done.

they needed to cum, too.

they stared down at you, with those hungry eyes again. and though you were weak, you wanted to please them just as much as they had you. you bit your lip, pushing yourself to lay on your side.

lyle sat on his knees behind you, his cock rubbing against your bare ass as miles took the front. they grabbed one of your legs, lifting it and forcing your knee to your shoulder.

"fuck.. can i fuck your ass?" lyle suddenly blurted, not even realizing what he'd said. he made it sound so casual, as if asking for a basic need. and to him, it was. he needed to be inside that tight ass of yours. he couldn't take it anymore.

"but you're so.. big." you muttered uncertainly back at him, and he pouted.

"ill be gentle, baby.." he assured you, and your tail flicked out, your ears pinning against your hair as you considered it.

miles was already positioning himself at your front entrance, starting to ease himself inside you carefully. you covered your mouth, and without even considering the consequences you just nodded to lyle.

"thank fuck." the corporal chirped, coating his hand in saliva and spreading it about his cock and your asshole.

your breath caught. they were going in at the same time? what the hell did you just agree to?

before you could say anything, you felt your ass being stretched. slowly, painfully. it already hurt enough on its own, but paired with miles' cock deep inside your pussy as well, it was excruciating.

he held you steady by your waist, his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched as he refrained from just taking off without letting you get used to him.

but it felt so good at the same time.

lyle pushed in as far as he could reach, going at a snail's pace just for you. he stopped once he bottomed out, allowing you to adjust to his size.

"fuck. so fucking tight. fuck." he cursed.

miles whined along with him, also holding himself deep inside you. you felt him against your cervix, and you could swear your guts were flipped upside down now.

they savored the feeling of your plush walls hugging their cocks so tightly, squeezing and clenching around their lengths as if begging them to stay planted there. lyle peppered your shoulder in tender kisses all the while, murmuring soft comforting words of reassurance.

once you felt you were ready, even with faint tears in your eyes, you gave them the go ahead. and when they found a rhythm, they couldn't hold back.

as lyle would pull back, miles would push in.

as miles pulled back, lyle would shove back in again.

their hips rocked into yours ruthlessly, and fortunately the pain had mostly diminished. replaced with a pleasure from the full, hot feeling in your belly.

"yeah, fuck.. good girl."

"so fuckin' tight. shit."

"you feel so good baby."

"milkin' my fuckin' cock. fuck yeah."

"that's a good girl. shit. take it."

"take my fuckin' cock."

filthy, filthy, filthy.

you could only lay there, a moaning mess as they used your holes.

"fuck, im gonna cum!" lyle whimpered, his hips snapping forward again.

"ah, dammit.." miles hissed.

both of the men grew sloppy in their movements, their breathing growing heavier and heavier, their groans and grunts and whimpers more frequent.

until they both shoved deep inside at once, releasing all they had, painting your walls white with their loads.

they caught their breath atop you, before they gave in and just laid down on either side of you, their cocks still within your depths.

lyle hugged your waist from behind, burrowing his face in your hair. as miles rested in front of you, kissing your forehead and wiping away your tears as he massaged your hip.

lyle reached around to rub your abdomen, trying to provide some more comfort.

"you okay..?" he whispered.

"yeah, she's alright." miles whispered the answer for you, but the two of you doubted lyle heard as he was already fast asleep.

miles stared into your eyes with a gentle gaze now, simply admiring the features that made up you. you were so beautiful. how had he not noticed before? he bit back any further speaking.

"..can you sleep?" he whispered through lyle's faint snoring.

you nodded sleepily, your eyelids already hanging heavy.

he kissed your nose, "sleep."

that simple order was all you needed to doze off. still stuffed completely by both the men you were trapped between.

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the next morning, mansk peeked his head in. prager was near behind him, wanting to see the condition of lyle. they hadn't expected to find three of their teammates in the room.

all naked, under one blanket. tossing and turning from the snotty noses they were all experiencing.

"wh-" fike poked his head in, his eyes widened in shock. as always. he had a mad hangover, and he thought for a second that he was still drunk as hell. "huh?!"

miles groaned in irritation, snatching up a half empty water bottle and hurling it straight at the other three recoms. they all jumped and fled the room, closing the door as they retreated in a fit of snickers and chuckles.

they were never going to let that down.

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shiorimakibawrites · 6 months

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Flare Up (Daredevil Fan Fic)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Asthmatic Reader

Summary: You have a flare up of asthma along with a cold. Matt takes care of you.

Warning(s): Descriptions of asthma and cold symptoms, fluff

Author's Note: The description of asthma is based on my own experience, including a flare up over the last couple of days.

Tagging: @itwasthereaminuteago

Flare Up

You woke up feeling terrible. Your entire torso ached like someone had been kicking you. That dull ache turned to pain when you started coughing. Deep, hacking coughs that felt like they lasted forever. When the fit was over, you were short of breath and feeling light-headed. But now you knew why your chest hurt so much. You had been coughing in your sleep. No matter you didn’t feel like you had slept at all and why your throat felt scrapped raw.

You tried to take a deep breath but that only made you cough again. It wasn’t as long as the previous bout of coughing but it still left you aching. You could hear the wheeze in each breath. You needed to use your inhalers. You sat up and turned toward your bedside table, opening the top drawer.

The first one you grabbed was the rescue inhaler. Holding it in your hand, you started giving it a good shake but had to pause to ride out another coughing fit. When it stopped, you finished giving the inhaler its shake. Raising it to your mouth, you took a breath at the same time as you pressed down on the canister. You took a few more breaths, then another puff from the inhaler.

You sat it down, grimacing. You hated the taste of the medicine. You were more neutral about the way it made your heart race and gave you the sensation that you were trembling even when you weren’t. But you accepted all of that for the easing of the tightness in your chest. It didn’t magically fix everything. You were still coughing. Your entire chest and back still hurt. The medicine in your rescue inhaler couldn’t really effect the inflammation deeper in your lungs.

If you kept having this much trouble breathing, you would do a breathing treatment. It was the same kind of medicine but the nebulizer machine helped it get further into your lungs. If you remembering what the doctor had told you correctly. You thought it might be a larger dose than your inhaler delivered but you couldn’t remember.

You grabbed your second inhaler, the maintenance one which held a different, longer-acting medicine. But when you pressed down on the canister, you got nothing. Feeling confused, you took a closer look and realized that it was out of doses. A quick check of drawer didn’t reveal a box with a new one in it. How, you had that prescription on auto-fill at the pharmacy . . . then you remembered. You had gotten the text telling you that your prescription was ready but had forgotten to go pick it up. It had been hectic week.

The opposing party had backed out of the pending settlement agreement at the last minute. One of their new case had Burke & Winthrop Associates on the other side – something that made all of you groan. Not because you couldn’t take them but because they were always a massive pain in the ass. Spider-Man’s girlfriend had been accused of punching a cop. Not that the cops knew about the girlfriend part but you did. This meant a certain amount of hovering from the aforementioned vigilante, both in and out of costume. Not because he didn’t trust Nelson & Murdock to help his girlfriend but because Peter, like Matt, was a worrier. It didn’t help that the ADA was dragging their feet about providing certain discovery materials – like the officer’s body cam footage . . .

His hovering had come in handy the other night when, due to some complicated series of events that you still weren’t clear on, something had started making a loud, ear-piercing shriek. The criminals, who hadn’t been expecting it either, had their hands clapped tightly over their ears. But Matt was completely down, writhing on the ground and almost biting off his tongue trying not to scream. Now Spider-Man wasn’t a huge fan of loud noises either but he darted over anyway. Got the noise stopped, webbed up the criminals, and hauled Matt back home. It took the rest of night for the resulting vicious migraine to subside.

You had felt a little off yesterday but you had chalked it up to being tired. It had been busy week. You had stayed up helping take care of Matt during his migraine. You had decided to stay the night in your apartment last night beside knowing that you slept better at Matt’s because you were still paying rent on the place and it seemed silly to never stay there . . .

You wrapped yourself up in your robe, put on a pair of fuzzy socks, and shuffled toward the kitchen. Hot drinks always eased your symptoms during an asthma flare up. The normally quick task of putting on coffee went slowly because the slightest hint of exertion left you feeling short of breath and brought on another coughing fit.

While the coffee brewed, you went into the bathroom. You hadn’t noticed it immediately – feeling like you could barely breath had understandably distracted you – but you might also gotten sick. You were a little congested. Your face felt tender across the top of your cheeks and forehead. There was feeling of pressure in your ears. All things you had experienced when you had a cold or similar infection. But sometimes seasonal allergies gave you the same symptoms.

Illness, allergies, or both could have easily triggered this flare up.

You took a pill for an allergy relief along with a multi-symptom cold. Unfortunately it was the last dose of cold medicine. You would have to get more before this one wore off. You were not looking forward to it. But maybe you could get some fresh lemons while you were getting your medicine. Hot tea with honey and lemon always felt so good on your throat when it was this sore. You had tea and honey but no lemons . . .

Your phone started ringing. It was, of course, nowhere close to you being still hooked onto the charger on the other side of the living room. You sighed and started heading toward it. You barely managed to reach it before it switched over to voicemail, not even bothering to look at the caller ID.

“Hello?” you said, wincing at how bad your voice sounded. Croaky as a frog.

“Sweetheart, you sound terrible.”

Matt. And he sounded like he had already slipped into worrywart mode.

“Matches how I feel,” you said, then winced for another reason. It hurt to talk.

“What’s wrong?”

“Asthma flare up,” you said. “Cold.”

You felt a tickle in your throat. You tried to swallow, to prevent the oncoming coughing fit and making Matt more worried than he already was. But you couldn’t stop it. Worse luck, it was a bad one. The coughs were deep, barking, seemed to have no end in sight. You couldn’t breath. Darkness crept into your vision and the room swayed . . . then it stopped. You could take a breath. A ragged, thin breath but a breath.

You leaned against the wall, rubbing your chest. That one really hurt. Your chest felt like it was on fire and your throat felt like you had tried to gurgle with glass. Tears pricked at your eyes . . .

Then you realized that you had dropped your phone. Bending down to pick it up didn’t help with your dizziness but you had to get it before Matt had an actual heart attack. As it was, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was already darting out of the door to parkour to your apartment.

You heard his fanatic voice before your phone got up to your ear.

“-heart, answer me!”

“I’m here,” you said. “I’m fine.”

“No, you aren’t,” he retorted.

Which was fair. Hearing your own voice – wheezy, faint, and croaky as a frog – you wouldn’t believe you either.

“I’m coming over.”

“Matt,” you started to protest, not wanting him to get sick, but was cut off by another bout of coughing. Not as bad or as long this time but so close on the heels on the previous one, it hurt just as bad. Some of the tears escaped your eyes.

“I’m coming over,” he repeated, his voice firm and unyielding. You gave up trying to argue. It would be a total waste of energy. You recognized that tone. Matt had found his hill. He was ready and willing to die on it.

“Okay,” you said.

“Have you used your inhalers?”

“Yes.”

He made annoyed noise. “Partial lie.”

“Used rescue inhaler,” you retorted.

“What about the other one?”

“Out of doses.”

“Don’t you have that on auto-fill?”

“Yes,” you said. “Forgot to pick it up.”

You swallowed, trying to sooth your throat. Your voice was getting rougher.

“I’ll get it,” he said. “Do you need anything else?”

“Medicine,” you said. “Lemon.”

“Get some rest sweetheart,” he said. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay,” you agreed. Rest sounded really good right now. Your bed had more pillows and blankets but the couch was much closer. You shuffled over to it, wrapped yourself in the cuddling blanket and sat down. You rested your head against the back and closed your eyes. You were just going to rest them for a moment . . .

You must have dozed off because the next thing you knew, the door to your apartment was opening to admit Matt, a shopping bag in his hand. Unless it was windy outside, you suspected that he had taken shortcuts getting here. His hair had that windblown quality you associated with him using his ninja skills while in his civilian grab.

“Hey Matty,” you said.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said back, giving you a little smile. It wasn’t his big smile, the one that lit up his entire face. He couldn’t smile like that when he was worried. “Your lungs sound even worse up close. Maybe you should go to the hospital.”

“No.”

“Sweetheart . . .”

“No,” you repeated but was prevented from elaborating by coughing. Which probably didn’t help your case. “Just gonna tell me to do what I’m gonna do here. Rest, breathing treatment, etc.”

He didn’t look convinced. You glared at him. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t see it. It was the principle of thing.

“I’ve had asthma since I was a baby,” you said. “I know the drill.”

“Alright,” he said, either surrendering or making a strategic retreat. Probably the later. You had little doubt that he felt like your home treatment wasn’t doing enough, going to the hospital would come back and this time it would not be negotiable. “Where is your nebulizer?”

You told him where to find it and the liquid medicine. Both of which he brought to you. While you set up the machine, you started feeling like you were forgetting something. Something important . . . you suddenly bolted upright as you remembered. “Court!”

“What?” Matt asked, confused by your sudden panic.

“I have court this morning,” you said. You looked at the clock and groaned. You’d never make to the courtroom in time. “I’m going to be late.”

“No, you aren’t,” Matt said, moving back into the living room. “I called Foggy on the way here. He’s going to cover you at the hearing and the appointments that Karen can’t reschedule.”

“Really?” you said.

“Really really,” he answered.

“What about your appointments, Mr. Murdock?”

“Karen’s working on it. She’ll let me know if I need to come in.”

That was that. You finished setting up the machine, opened the capsule of medicine and poured it into the cup. You screwed on the mouthpiece and flicked on the machine. A familiar, droning and hissing sound filled the air and soon steam began to appear around the mouthpiece. You put it in your mouth and dutifully inhaled the medicine. Despite the fact that it didn’t taste any better like this than it did in puffed form. And it dried out your mouth something awful.

But you were well aware that it was either do the breathing treatment here or at the hospital. You’d rather do it here, where you were comfortable. Matt surprised you by sitting down beside you. The nebulizer wasn’t exactly loud to your ears but it wasn’t whisper-quiet either. But if the noise or the smell of the medicine bothered him, he gave no sign of it. Just rubbed your sore back and sides with his big, warm hands until the treatment was done.

Soon afterward, you had a mug of hot tea with lemon and honey in your hands. Part of you wanted coffee but knew the tea would feel better on your throat. While you sipped the tea, Matt quietly suggested putting something on and cuddling on the couch. Which you thought was best idea he had ever had.

You decided to put on a series of nature documentary, ones about the oceans. There was something about watching pretty fish and other marine critters accompanied by soft-spoken narration that you found relaxing. And that pretty much set the pattern for the day. You watched a program about ocean animals, drank hot tea or ice water, and cuddled with Matt on the couch. Sometimes you dozed off. Sometimes you coughed again and Matt’s hands would rub your back until it was over.

You didn’t have to get a single drink. It seemed like you tried to get up for anything over than a trip to the bathroom, Matt was giving you the worried face. You hated the worried face. And you had almost no defense against his big hazel eyes looking sadly at you. It helped that you didn’t really want to argue with him about pampering you all day anyway.

That pampering had extended to the hot shower you decided to take partway through the day in hopes of feeling less like crud. With how much your chest still ached, it was nice not to have to bend down to soap up your legs. Through seeing Matt on his knees in front of you, nearly naked, while the water poured down around you, gave you certain thoughts. Thoughts that you made a mental note to revisit when you felt better.

Matt washing your hair and massage your scalp eased discomfort that you hadn’t entirely realized was there until it was gone. The oversized tee shirt and sweatpants he grabbed didn’t match but you couldn’t care less. They were some of your softest, most comfortable clothing and that was more important than matching.

After Matt had dried himself off and redressed, you took the opportunity to hug him. While surprised, it didn’t take him long to return the hug.

“I love you,” you said softly, burrowing your face into his chest. His arms tightened around you, holding you closer.

“I love you too,” he said. Low and quiet, almost like he was afraid that if he said it too loud, that if anyone beside you heard how much he cared, that something awful would happen. Your arms did their own tightening.

You didn’t know how long you both stood there, in your little bubble of lingering steam and whispered confessions, before your stomach decided to ruin the mode by growling loudly. You felt your face flush but Matt just chuckled.

“Lunch?” he offered.

“Good idea,” you said.

Lunch ended up being potato soup, fresh from your favorite cafe and delivered by Karen. She let Matt know that she had managed to rearrange his schedule so he didn’t need to come in. Foggy sent the message that he hoped you were feeling better and not to order dinner since that mother would be sending over her famous chicken noodle soup. You hadn’t had it yet but Matt swore it was delicious.

He was right. It was delicious. Not complicated but it was amazing how good something could taste if made from fresh ingredients. The pumpkin cookies that she also sent along tasted just as good.

‘Being sick will always suck,’ you mused as you dozed on the couch, snuggled in Matt’s arms. ‘But sometime it doesn’t completely suck.’

Still, you felt like you should apologize a week later when Matt came down with your cold.

#daredevil #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #sick fic #fan fic #mild hurt/comfort #fluff

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multiwreckedmess · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 12

Prompt: Somno Pairing: Boyfriend!Han x fem!reader WC: 1.3k Summary: He hates that he’s always working late. Luckily you have a unique arrangement.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Han or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.

Additional TW/CW Below the cut

CW/TW: reader called baby, blindfold, natural sleep aids taken, dry humping, fingering (fem receiving), no gendered language but reader has a vagina, very sleepy sex, cockwarming, cumming inside.

DUBCON specifics: Reader is asleep but previously discussed/established boundaries. Even so, because consent is continuous it’s hard not to argue that it’s…dubious still. But as it is the prompt…yeah.

Scattered lights dimly light the apartment to great Han as the door creaks open. You’ve been asleep for hours, he hopes. His eyes burn, the sockets lined with sandpaper. Each blink is painful. Clothing scatters in his wake like a graham cracker trail to the bedroom door, leaving him in just his socks and underwear. You’re not a heavy sleeper. Worse, you’re not really a sleeper at all. Even worse is you’re even less likely to sleep when your Han isn’t there to hold you as you drift off. So when he finds you flat out on your back, eyemask lowered, lips slightly parted. The sound you make isn’t exactly a snore or a wheeze. It’s slow, heavy, audible breathing, chest rising and falling with it. Han’s heart swells in his chest, you’re peaceful, so perfect. The world is still, the world is his. You are his world. He practically holds his breath as he crawls onto the bed beside you even though he knows. He knows you likely won’t wake up from the text he’d gotten nearly three hours prior. A quick note; “Love you! Hope work goes well. I’ll be out out so don’t worry about waking me up” Sent with a wink. It’s a code. “Don’t worry about waking me up” was the agreed upon phrase that he could do whatever he wanted to you when he got back. That you wanted him to do whatever he wanted. “I’ll be out out” was new. In your search to find a natural remedy to your sleep issues you’d stumbled upon a perfect combination of valerian root, magnesium, lavender, cbd and melatonin. A five finger punch straight to the frontal lobe that sent you into a near coma for six hours. Han looms over you, gaze trailing down from the curve of your cheek to your chest to your legs. Holding his breath for fear the breeze will wake you he lightly swipes his thumb across your lower lip. It’s soft, your breath teases the top of his hand. He lightly tugs it lower, a small test that you pass with flying colors. Your mouth looks so soft and your body is so pliant. Blood rushes to his dick so quickly he gets lightheaded. Backing off from your slumbering form to collect himself, he slides into the covers beside you, curling a leg around yours. The cotton and spandex of his underwear is rough against his length as he ruts against your thigh. He tries his best to control his actions, all of the sleep aids counldn’t keep you that way forever. Even so he couldn’t help his hand drifting up your soft stomach to your nipple, absentmindedly playing with the hardened nub. A moan made of mostly air escapes your mouth, your chest arching into his hands. “You like that, baby?” He mutters as his tongue darts out to flick the nipple closest. “Having a good dream?” His cock throbs at the thought, hips pressing harder into your side. He can barely see your expression with the eyemask on, a minor inconvenience for a deeper slumber. Still your head cranes back into the pillow as he returns to your chest. Han was always worried somehow you were faking it. Here in total slumber, you couldn’t. He loved it. Knowing each soft moan and writhe was earnest.

Your moans slowly turned to whines as he took his time with your tits. Needier and needier your legs shift and angle your hips towards him more. Mouth held tight to your nipple he slips two fingers into you easily. If your sex could be weather it would be classified as torrential. Slick seeping from you as you rock with him. “Hannie,” your voice is a whisper of a whine in his ear. “It’s me baby, go back to sleep,” his chest rumbles against you, quiet and low. Seemingly you take that as gospel and ease back into your dreamy state. Slowly Han pushes your hips back flat to the mattress, licking his fingers clean of your mess. He knows what he wants to do next is a gamble. Your walls are just so much smaller than his girth. And on top of that you’d just woken up. Still, his cock throbs painfully, leaking precum on your thigh. Thumb swiping at the tip in a useless effort to clean it Han considers your mouth. Soft and wet as your cunt. Nearly as inviting. Perfectly parted. Still the bitter tang of precum unexpectedly hitting your tongue would surely have you wide awake. If not the taste then certainly the saliva as it pooled in your mouth. “Hannnnnieeee,” you whimper again, your hand sliding down to your wetness. Sleepy and desperate. Your mouth curls into a pout, hand giving up its journey. A soft disappointed huff blows air from your nostrils. Nudging the blunt head of his cock at your entrance, he strokes your cheek, gently stirring you. Not enough to fully wake you. “Baby, I’m here. This will be so quick I promise.” He holds your chin in his palm as he fills you in one strong thrust. His painstaking ministrations paying off.

“JI-” your gasp choking back as you arch up to meet him. Your sex aches, but not from the sudden intrusion. “Fuck- Han-oh!” You reach down to touch yourself, the moment your fingers graze your entrance stretched around him you cum. Hours of dreamy edging releasing over his length, leaving you just as dazed as when you first stirred. A wave of endorphins flooding your brain, your tired head collapsing back into the downy pillow. “Shh, babe, you can go back to sleep,” Han says as he smooths his hand over your shoulder, holding still with his hips. He can feel your pulse flutter through your walls as you slacken again below him. Ever so gently he pours his weight over you like a blanket, holding some of his weight in his arms. Careful to not jostle you more than he has to he begins to slowly and shallowly thrust against you. More of a grind than a thrust, your bodies barely separating. Rolling his hips as your walls tug at his cock, he’s in heaven. Eyes glazing over he lets his body relax more, more weight coming down on you. He can feel himself fading, angling his torso more to the side of you as to not crush your lungs. His vision darkens and he can feel himself unwillingly slip in to a drowsy darkness as your walls pulse around him. Days of sleeplessness melt away as his body relaxes into you.

Han’s body is nearly shutting down, like a flashlight with nearly empty batteries he flickers in and out of consciousness. He needs to cum now or he’ll shut off without sweet release. Quickly he realizes once he cums, he’ll be too tired to drag himself off of you. So he rolls, bringing your thigh over his hip to keep you open to him. Hand cupping your ass he grunts. Two deep thrusts is all it takes for him to spill inside of you. His shoulder falling forward as he dozes off, warm and relaxed. A warm drip between your thighs jostles you from sleep. Birds are chirping. Your walls clamp immediately to prevent the leaking from getting worse. Groaning you try to roll to the other side, Han’s warm breath tickling your chest. Untangling from him you feel it, him popping free from you, asleep and still semi erect in your heat. “Hannie I’m still messy,” you whine. “You never clean your toys.” You really should get up and clean off or at least slip some underwear on. Instead you roll to your other side, ass to him and wiggle back expectantly. “We clean when done-” he murmurs half asleep.

Soooft sleepy boy. I love my soft cuddle boy Han.

#Han smut #han jisung smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids kinktober #skz kinktober #kpop smut #kpop kinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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morallyinept · 8 months

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Pedro Boys - Dom, Sub or Switch? 🤔

Another day, another Pedro Boys ramble.

☝🏻I'll mark this NSFW 🔞 as it gets a bit spicy with the boys dirty talking...

I apologise now for my terrible Spanglish. And the length of this ramble. 🫠 Sorrynotsorry.

Enjoy! 🖤

Joel Miller - Sub

Okay. Keep your green flannel shirt on and hear me out. Joel's out here saving your clumsy ass on the fucking daily. Watching your back, making sure you don't eat the poisonous berries n' shit out a Buick later. Nuh darlin'. They ain't good for ya. But twenty year-old canned Chef Boyardee? Now we're talkin'. He's ensuring you don't get munched on by walking Goombas. Get the fuck down! Stay quiet! I mean, this greying geezer is the epitome of dom swagger, right? The Protector? It's the broad shoulders and creaky knees that make your days old, yeasty panties (because let's face it, the apocalypse ain't pretty, babe) moist as hell for that surly old man. But, what if Joel exudes so much energy keeping you alive and not being fungi-bait, that when it comes down to getting jiggy wid' it after what feels like an exhausting monotonous lifetime, he just wants you to take the reins so he doesn't have to think about it? Hmm?? Yeah? Naaaah. Fuck that. Joel Miller is a motherfucking dom who will always fuck your shit up, dick you the hell down, and leave you a quivering, soaked mess, no matter how bad them knees get traisping and wheezing up five thousand flights of stairs at the ripe ol' age of 56. Give him a few minutes to recuperate and then he'll be on you like hornets on a sticky toffee. Ain't gon' suck itself, darlin'. Open. Good girl. Eyes on me. Take it deep. More… like that. Yeah. So good for me, ain't ya? Can ya breathe? Then ya ain't doin' it right. Did I say stop? Put it back in your fuckin' mouth.

Joel Miller - Sub ☝🏻DOM

Francisco Morales - Switch

Frankie loves to pull the ol' switcheroo on ya, hermosa. The man is rabid, foaming feral one minute, yanking you about as he pounds you from behind with your wrists held together at the base of your back. Take my fucking cock. Yeah that's it… Cum all over this cock. Go on. Fuuuck! And then the next he's on his knees pleading for you to just touch his leaking dick as he makes a mess all over the polished hardwood floor, whining and pouting like a little boy who just dropped his ice-cream. Please, baby. Touch it. I-I need you. Fuck. Please let me have it. Por favor hermosa, lo necesito tanto! Please! PLEASE!

The cap stays on either way.

Ezra - Switch

Although a switch, Ezra will tend to lean more towards submissiveness. Mostly because he loves nothing more than watching you take the initiative, Birdie. Enamoured by strong heroine-types with fluttery eyes, who can expertly handle his thrower, this rambling man is soon silenced to mush when you put your finger to his lips and push him down on the dirty bunk straddling him and sliding down that thick, oozy appendage. But when Ezra goes dom, he goes dark. You think you know pleasure, that you know the scaffold of pain? Oh, little bird. Your knowledge lacks bounty. But in this moment right here? I'm afraid for both of our sakes, I must riposte. Dark and depraved, oh Kevva you won't believe the levels of depravity this Southern outlaw will stoop to when he goes prospecting deep in your pussy.

Dieter Bravo - Sub

Dieter is a sub, mostly through lazy convenience; a side effect from all the dope. The man simply doesn't have the energy to peel himself from his bed, the floor, the tea party on the ceiling, to whip out the cuffs and chains for kinky shenanigans. He'll make you do all the work as he tops from the bottom lying back on the pillow, a fat blunt on the go and telling you exactly what he likes and feels through red, droopy eyes. Lick my balls, baby. Ohh-hoo, like that. Mmmmyeeeaah. Fuck, I'm so excited... No, really I am. No, I'm not falling asleep... I swear.

*Imminent snoring and drooling.*

Agent Whiskey - Dom

This cowboy dandy has an accoutrement of lassos and whips, do you really think Jack is a sub? C'mon now, sugar, you know better than that. Jack's favourite rope trick is tying you up and watching you squirm against him as he brushes that fuzzy caterpillar against your ear and whispers all the filthy, un-gentlemanly things that this denim clad lonestar is going to do to you. Christ, you look so fuckin' good all tied up n' helpless like this. You listening good, sunshine? Cuz ol' Jack's gonna make this a rodeo you won't forget any time soon. Hoo mama! Now then, you remember your colours, sugar? Good. You might be needing em'. I'll make sure of that. I promise.

Manners maketh the man, afterall.

Javier Peña - Dom

Pleasure dom Javier is all about the, uh, pleasure. This crafty agent doesn't need any whips, chains or paddles, ohhh no. He takes his sweet, sweet time in annihilating you, breaking your back from all that damn arching you'll do. Drawing out every fibre of your orgasms into his waiting, moustached-mouth, then'll continue to stimulate you further, even when it's too much to bear that you hiss like a rattlesnake at him. But he's relentless. He's smothering. This Loredo lothario's smirking at you through a smoke filled pout as you writhe and moan for more of this sassy man-slut with the resting bitch face and tight ass jeans. Always wanting more, cariño. Qué codicioso, cariño. Me dices que quieres que pare, pero ambos sabemos que quieres más…

No, that's not Javier instructing you how to parallel park. That would be: Ahora, ponga la marcha atrás y gire la rueda hasta bloquearla. Ahí lo tienes, tranquilo. Cuidado con la acera. ¡Míralo! - Either way, it still sounds sexy AF, right? And that hijo de puta knows it.

Oberyn Martell - Switch

Purveyor and indulger of endless sumptuous delights, it makes sense for Oberyn to be a switch because that man likes to have all the fruit and nuts he can cram into his eager mouth. And the man likes his nuts. He exudes gentle dominance with subtle dance-like movements; fingers pushing against your clavicle, eyes roaming over your sweat sheened body, and teeth pulling at your flesh as he tastes the honey you pour freely into his mouth. Oberyn can own you with a simple crook of his lips. The sub side of him is slack, cool and relaxed as you climb on top, conquering that mountain, and pin his wrists above his head as he eyes you back with subtle, yet proud, mirth. Tell me, does this seat make you feel powerful over your Prince, hmm? Good. Worship me. I promise to do the same in return when you've had your fill of me, sweet one. But be cautious, for we will do it my way. And I will hold nothing back as I fuck my bastards into you.

Marcus Pike - Sub

Mr Pike just wants to please. He's a people pleaser. A yes man. An avid pleaser in the bedroom too. Please, Mistress. Can I have some more? All the pleases with whistles and bells on. Despite being an FBI agent and catching the bad guys, there isn't a mean, dominant bone in this gentle man's body. He's a sickly-sweet sweetie pie. He loves you, getting hard on your happiness, and will do anything for you. And I mean a-ny-thang. You want to put that in my… in my a-ass? Okay, I'll try it. Go slow, please… oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yeah! Yes Mistress. Damn that feels soooo good! Oh please, more. I want more. Don't stop. Mmmm! I'm so close already! Can I please cum, Mistress?

See? Told you. Anything.

Dave York - Dom

Like you're surprised. This man's name should have been Dom-as-fuck York, am I right? And you just know that Dave is a darkest-always-before-the-dawn dom. Sleek and pre-ordained. Cool and collected as he presses the duct tape down over your lips and checks the cuffs are tightly cutting into your wrists. Dave's inner sadist delights in your discomfort, revels in your pain, babe. Loves to see the water bead in your eyes; your mascara tears making his cock harder still. He grips you by the chin as your muffled breaths hiss out from under the tape. Look at me when I fuck you. You're such a little whore for me, hmm? Parading yourself in front of my wife. Well, now you know what happens when you act like a slut. Don't you? You won't be making that mistake again, will you? If you do, you know what'll happen. And I won't be this gentle next time. No. Next time I'll make you bleed. Don't you even fucking dare think about cumming right now. Sluts don't get to cum. You're just a hole for me to use, baby. Whenever I want...

Dave's the dark, twisted asshole of your masochist candyland dreams. You still keep going back for more though, despite his threats. I mean, you would, wouldn't you?

Pero Tovar - Sub

As much as Pero likes to convince himself that he's a man in charge, can take on a sly task and see it through without ending up in the stocks, that misguided front soon crumbles as soon as you present either food or your pussy at him. If you offer both at the same time, there is a very good chance you'll see his brain sluice out of his ears and plop in flumpy mounds around his feet. Pero won't be able to articulate anything to you in comprehensible language amidst the jangled bear growls that'll collide against his teeth. Girl, you just gon' fucked up that Spainard. Now, feed the hungry bear before he mauls you. Rawr.

Din Djarin - Dom

The metal man cometh. Or, at least he'll be making you, especially around that thick, hard Mandalorian helmet of his. And we ain't talking Beskar steel, if you catch my drift… This Space Daddy Dom knows exactly how to make you fly, Mesh'la. He's had years of practice trawling the galaxy and endless amounts of alone time whilst The Kid is tucked away in his pod, to hone his edging skills so that he lasts, keeping you on his cock for hours and hours until you lose your damn mind and all you see is nebulonic stars. Din doesn't say much, just lets the sounds of his grunts echo through the modulator into your rattled senses. When he eventually cums after having his fill of you, he only utters one groaned word in abject satisfaction: Wizard.

Marcus Moreno - Switch

Naturally there are two sides to Marcus Moreno - Super daddy hero by day, super daddy hero by night. Or both, it doesn't really matter the time. And this also extends into the world of bedroom pleasures as Marcus loves to be the good guy pleasing you and watching with doe eyes as you take what you want; what he'll so eagerly give you through soft hummed smooches and gentle, deep thrusts as you sit in his lap, swollen and full of him. But behind that heroic demeanour lies a villain in wait; itching to get out and play very, very dirty. He'll flip you forward onto your knees and leaning over you as he drives his hard, thick point home, will whisper into your ear you're mine. This pussy is mine. Say it. Tell me whose pussy this is, huh? That's it. That's right. All mine. You fucking know it, baby. Stop squirming, I'm going to fuck my pussy good and hard and you're going to take all of it. Scream for me, baby. I wanna hear you scream my name.

Max Phillips - Sub

Don't be fooled by this vampire's bite. The fuckboi leech is subdued by mere fucking sunlight for Christ's sake. So it's safe to say the moment you whip out your tits, cold and frosty Max Phillips will melt into a puddle of warm, bloody goop at your feet. Yes Sir! Max likes to act tough, to intimidate, to pop his fangs out and feast whenever he likes, but when it comes to your pussy, Max Phillips is, what is it the kids used to say? Ah yes, pwned. Max likes to think he'll bend you over and fuck you on his desk, but it'll be the other way round, trust me, sugartits. You gonna give it to me? Right here? Fuck yes, I want it! Bend over? Oh, okay. Oh, fuck yes… bite me, baby. Yeah. Yeah! Oh you're doing it like a champ! Harder baby, oh fuck yeah!

What a pussy little bloodsucker.

Silva - Sub

There's nothing I can say about Silva other than this handsome cowboy is utterly and irrevocably submissive for his lover. Gentle, slow and pained. Determined, unwavering and sincere in his devotion for the D, Silva's travelled miles across the sweltering country, being constantly chafed by his saddle, just to get some hunk o' lovin'. If that's not the definition of primal submission - or just plain idiocy, that chafe man, s'gotta be a mean one - then I don't know what is. Silva doesn't talk, he just whines, moans and falls apart from every pore as you top that peachy, pert bottom of his, before you pull out and cum all over it. Mmm, peaches n' cream. 🍑

Comandante Veracruz - Switch

Leaning more towards his dominant side, Veracruz pendulums his way into both territories freely, such is the will of a true Guerilla soldier. Of course, he loves nothing more than to wield control through menacing threats and shiny blades pressed against your throat, or thigh. Choking you as he pummels into you and foaming at the lips, licking the sweat from your face and whispering filthy things about your tight, drenched cunt and how it squeezes him so. He's loud. All his men can hear it around the jungle as he grunts and snarls and snorts whilst claiming you. Veracruz confidently wears the dom title like the grenades hanging from his tac vest; a pair of big balls swinging in the breeze. But watch that beast of a man squeak like a timid field mouse when you slide a finger into his tight, puckered hole - which if he were waterboarded, he would vehemently deny he enioys - and lose his shit as he nuts all over himself, only for him to beg that you do it again as you milk the Comandante of all of his aggression. More, querida. ¡Más adentro! No pares… Fuck! You're liking this, aren't you? Mmm. Just you wait… fuck… I'm going to fuck you up after - Shit! I mean it, cariño. Going to fuck your pretty ass like you're fucking mine right now. I will fucking destory that ass! Ohhhh… fuuuuuuck. You're so fucking dead, baby. Mmmm.

Maxwell Lord - Sub

Most people who are dominant in their day job are usually submissive in the bedroom, and Maxwell is no different. Shifting the power dynamic, Maxwell wants to forget the stress of trying to take over the world and falls to his knees as you stroke through those golden honey locks making him shudder. He's a whimpering, quivering mess as the word mommy slips from his lusty lips. Apt that he has mommy issues; men whose mothers love them don't try to annihilate the global population. So, mommy dearest just has to ensure that her good boy Maxwell behaves and flies straight. Please, Mommy. I'll be good for you. Please… Let me have it. Please. Yes. I'm your good boy. Thank you, oh thank you, Mommy. So good. Oh, I'm such a good boy! Mmm…

Javi Gutierrez - Subby AF

Silly old bear Javi G is the subbiest of the subs who have ever subbed. And that's saying something. Look up the words subby little baby in the dictionary and Javi's doofy grinning face is next to it. With those puppy dog eyes, and the fact he would literally jump off a cliff for you, Javi G gets so excited the minute you click your fingers and direct him to your playroom, that he's already cum in his tight, striped speedos on the journey there - twice. Eager for whatever creative punishment you wish to dole out, Javi always wants more until he's on his back sweaty, sore and strung out like he's on LSD. And let's face it, he probably is. That pussy is divine inspiration. Please, I want to experience it all. Will you give it to me and hold nothing back, yes? Yes!... Like that! Oh, dios mio, it's going to be so fucking gooood! Oh shit. Shiiiit! I just came. I know, we haven't started it yet. It's okay, we go again. Yes?

🖤

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klausysworld · 1 year

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Klaus taking care of y/n when they’re ill 🤒

(just fluffy/soft klaus loving y/n)

A loud banging woke me from my restless sleep and i groaned in pain and exhaustion. The knocking continued as i shifted under the layers of blankets, a chill ran through my body and my arms collapsed underneath me as i attempted to lift myself

“y/n! for god’s sake love would you answer the bloody door!? i can literally hear you breathing! not answering my texts is one thing but not letting me inside? it’s cold out here you know! …….love?” klaus’s voice was booming, far louder than normal.

“my love… i said i was sorry… Elena she pushed at me a little too hard and i retaliated… i know she’s your sister and i promised her no harm… i’m..i am sorry y/n. Please just open the door okay? You’re worrying me”

i used as much strength as i could muster to drag myself off the couch. I sluggishly moved across the room and pulled the door open

“finally! honestly love y…. bloody hell what… are you alright?” he was inside instantly, the door pushed closed and my body held tightly to his. A cold hand pressed to my face as klaus gently lift me up to sit on his hip but my arms ached far too much to wrap around his neck so i simply slumped against his form.

“you’re boiling sweetheart. We need to get you out of these pyjamas they’re far to thick” i shook my head and let out a raspy whine

“it’s so cold nik..” i sniffed into him.

“no love you’ve got a major temperature, come on we need to cool you down” he muttered into my hair kissing the top of my head after.

my fluffy jumper and pyjama pants were pulled off my body leaving me in my just my underwear shivering from the cool air. My jaw chattered and my whole body felt sore. i was put down onto my bed, the duvet moved aside leaving me on just the sheet

“just gonna grab you something to wear okay? you’ll feel much better tomorrow my love” my body curled itself into a ball and my eyelids fell shut, i felt myself go limp as i allowed my mind to go blank.

i could faintly feel my body lifted up, my back was pressed against something warm and soft fabric was pushed over my chest and torso, shorts were then slid up my legs and something freezing and damp was pressed against my forehead

the unexpected feeling jolted me fully awake, my gasp caused the air to tickle at my throat and i erupted into a fit of dry coughs and wheezes. Hands supported my back gently angling me forward as forceful hits went against my back

“it’s okay, you’re okay, you’ll be okay..” klaus’s voice whispered soothingly behind me as my coughing lessened and i immediately burst into tears, croaky sobs echoed into the room whilst he rocked me gently

“hurts nik, it hurts! everything hurts!”

the wet towel was pressed against me again, a cup pushed to my lips as his hand carefully tilted my head

“drink sweetheart drink, it’s just water okay?” i parted my lips in response allowing the ice cold liquid to flow down my swollen throat and sighing when the soreness eased a little

“there’s my good little love, promise it’s gonna feel so much better so soon, just rest my love, rest”

i was wrapped in the safety of the one i loved most and i knew he would hold me and care for me until i was better.

#klaus mikaleson imagine #klaus mikaelson one shot #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #klaus fluff #klaus smut #soft!klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson x y/n #the originals #the vampire diares imagine #niklaus imagines #klaus mikealson fanfiction #klaus michaelson #klaus mikaelson fluff

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the-fiction-witch · 3 months

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Good Morning

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Smut

I did my best to be as hushed as I could. I ambled up the wooden stairs of the hospital. I bounced across the steps to ensure I evaded the floorboards that would creak. The last thing I wanted was to awaken the patients already in misery in the ward below, clung to the love of sleep as it would force their pain to be numb for a few hours, or the nurses who work hard bustling about every day to ensure the work completed. They needed their sleep. I didn't want to wake them. Or the doctors who all had such harsh work to rest from the day before and would have even more to do today.

I hustled but made sure to remain silent as I reached the little brown dusty door before I took the knob in hand. I gave the doorknob a gradual twist to the right. I made sure to stop before it was completely open and would click, but ensured it had turned so that the pin would be drawn back enough to open the door. All without the doorknob creating a single sound. Such would be impossible on the first try, but this was far from my first try. It went off without a hitch, allowing me to push the door open slowly and carefully without provoking the door to whine or the coats on the back to swish or bang against it.

As I stepped in, I avoided the floorboards I knew would creak. The moment I was far enough inside, I took the doorknob on this side of the door in hand, keeping it in my grip as I released my hand on the outside. This kept the doorknob from springing back the pin which would make a sound. I carefully pushed the door back into its frame the only sound was a slight sound of pushed air as the door replaced it and the air came through the small gaps in the wood, I carefully turned the doorknob slowly until the pin was back keeping the door shut and the tension released so it would not make a single sound.

I turned and looked into the room cluttered with books, clothes and other such clutter, the early morning sun cascading in through the frosted windows at the end of the room. The body in the bed blissfully sleeping. I smiled and headed over making sure to be as quiet as I could as soon as I was close enough I perched myself on the little metal-framed bed, seeing the sweet well washed blue blanket on top of the white covers, the body within mostly concealed but a single thin arm, his hand tucked under the pillow and his fluffy dirty blonde head. His face nuzzled into the pillow to try and avoid the morning light. His body turned slightly to the side as if he had bundled himself into a ball in his sleep, He was still and silent his gentle breaths the only sound with a slight wheeze every so often, his eyes closed gently without apprehension yet for this waking world.

I grinned and moved my hand up to his hair, I caressed his soft blonde locks. I hummed my little tune as he began to softly stir stiffening his face from the light and the mere concept of the morning. I giggled and stroked his soft, warm cheek which caused him to stir a little more, his body seemed to notice my hand and he moved his head into my touch like a cat being pet, in time his mouth found the side of my palm, and he kissed it softly. I smiled and rubbed my thumb across his cheekbone as I hummed my tune almost lulling him to sleep like a lullaby.

He groaned and grumbled turning his body over to face the wall, trying to escape the responsibilities of the day and cling to his dreams. I shook my head a little and returned to my feet, I unbuttoned my dress letting it fall and pool on the floor, I untied my corset and let it fall to the floor too leaving me in my underdress. I made sure to be quiet as I pulled up the covers and climbed into the warm soft bed, he shifted a little feeling the weight of me added to his bed but I moved close, I wrapped my arms around his torso my hands on his warm bare chest, I rested my cheek against his back close to his shoulder.

He let out a long peaceful sigh to feel himself in my arms, he wriggled a little but not away from me, back towards me adjusting himself back so we could be closer and he could be held tighter like a sweet little spoon.

I giggled and gave his shoulder a gentle kiss softly stroking his chest and stomach with my hands. We lay like this for a good while the sun rising higher and brighter as time went on all of which threatened to force him from his cozy sleepy state.

He turned over to face me his eyes still closed, he came up close and nuzzled into my neck, he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. I smiled and wrapped my own around him too my hands in his locks, I wrapped my fingers around his hair and kissed his forehead. For a while, we just lay like this very cosy, and comfy together. He lay so happily that the only sounds of sweet fumbles and grumbles in a sleepy state, after a good while his hand moved after it lay on my waist, I didn't mind and just held him close until his hand began to creep up my body taking a soft grip of my breast though my underdress.

I chuckled but didn't argue with him, allowing him his fun, as he groped and fondled my breast squeezing and squishing it, pressing and shaking it, compressing and massaging it, the only sound coming from him some low moans and grumbles of enjoyment. I smiled and kissed his forehead as he plaid with my breast slowly but surely getting more aggressive as he got hungrier and more flooded with his desires.

He began to kiss my neck softly and gently pressing a trail of kisses down to my underdress where his hand rested, He tugged down my underdress to expose my bare breast and continued his kiss down my chest and breast slightly biting as he kissed, until he reached my nipple. He clamped his lips around my nipple and swirled his tongue to harden it continuing his circles as he gently sucked, I didn't bother to stop him he was happy and I admit it felt very nice to see him be so attentive, his hand of course left my breast and moved to my ass giving it a firm slap making me jump a little.

He gave my ass a few firms slaps as he sucked before his hand stroked my thigh moving it around his hip and slipping his hand between my legs, his fingers made short work of pushing up my underdress and he stroked my mound before giving my clit a merciless rub I did my best not to moan. Still, he just kept rubbing until he forced a moan out of me, as soon as I moaned he pulled back from my breast and kissed my lips with a firey passion, I happily kissed back already excited even if I was amused that he was yet to open his eyes.

His hand moved so he could thrust his index and middle finger inside me making me gasp he used this as a perfect example to add tongue into our kiss, which I happily smiled into and began to battle with him, He thrusted his fingers slowly at first his thumb rubbing on my clit I did my best not to moan but it was very hard to keep quiet his groans into our kisses only fueled us more, I slipped my hand down and began to stroke his already hard erection which made him moan loudly pulling away to kiss my neck.

He pulled his hand away and kissed down my chest, flicking my nipple with his tongue as he kissed down my underdress moving me onto my back as he reached my clit, he kissed and sucked my clit mercilessly his fingers slipping back inside me. I moaned trying my best not to be loud feeling the bubbles of pleasure curling my toes and digging my nails into the sheets, my head rolled back onto the pillow. His other hand came up and squeezed on my breast twisting and tugging on my nipple making me moan loudly.

I tugged him up by his hair, he moved pulling his hand away and kissing my neck. He tugged up my underdress to my waist, He smirked and quickly wrapped his legs around my waist slipping inside me, He groaned and moaned loudly as soon as he grabbed my hips and thrusted fast and hard.

I began to scream pulling his lips to my own and kissing him with passion and adrenaline, once he got to a very steady pace his hands left my hips to grab my breast making me giggle a little his other hand on my clit rubbing mercilessly as he thrusted both of us moaning and groaning until my body began to shake and I tightened my legs around him as I knew how close I was, which only made him smirk with a sly smile getting faster and more merciless until I hit my orgasm grabbing his face and biting his shoulder as I felt the pleasure flood from my head to my toes and back again,

I gasped as I collapsed against the bed feeling him keep going letting me ride it out as long as possible, until he buried his head in my neck and his hips bucking like crazy as he buried himself inside me with a long groan before he pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside me as we gasped and tried to get ourselves straight after all that.

"Good Morning Jack ..." I gasped with a wide smile,

"Good Morning Y/n," he smiled back intertwining his fingers with my own.

#tbs smut #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster #jackdawkinsartfuldodger #jackdawkins #jack #jack dawkins #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldogger #the artful dodger #artful dodger

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mandiemegatron · 8 months

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𝕋𝔸ℕ𝔾𝕃𝔼𝔻 𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕀𝔻𝔼

ᴅᴏꜰʟᴀᴍɪɴɢᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Rated : M // OverToasted - it's doffy, of course it's gunna be a little over the top 🤭 [ sex, mentions of blood, naughty use of devil fruits 👀 some Fluff at the end ]

A/N: 𝙰 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 😤😤😤💋💋💋 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 ! 💖💋

18+ ONLY, MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

ᴴᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᵇʸ : @baka-tsuki // @baka-tsuki-2 💖

A soft, shaky sigh leaves you as your lover presses hot kisses to your skin, your neck, breasts and thighs covered in deep red and purple love bites. His massive hands grip yours hips tightly, Doflamingos lean fingers digging into your skin and leaving bruised flesh behind as his hips lazily thrust into you.

"My precious girl," he purrs, a breathy chuckle rumbling in his chest as a shiver runs over your body. Your fingers press against his chest gently, finding purchase against his own lightly sweaty skin as you moan out his name.

"Good girl, sing for your King."

His hips suddenly snap into your own, his pace picking up as he nears the edge of ecstasy. Your already hoarse throat crackles as you cry, his massive cock taking every inch inside you and filling you to the point of pain. But somehow, the pleasure always overtook until later, when you were left aching with tears in your eyes as Doflamingo held you tightly to him.

While Doflamingo was a savage and selfish lover, his aftercare was immaculate. It was during then that it was all about you, his touch gentle and loving as he whispered how good you were for him, how he adored you, that you were his favourite girl. His only girl.

Soft pants left the giant above you, your own whimpers killing your throat from moaning and sobbing for your lover for the last few hours. It never seemed to end sometimes, hours flying by as he brought you orgasm after orgasm, your body ragged and destroyed after he was done with you. He loved to use his strings on your wrists, the threads digging into your soft fleash and drawing blood, his tongue licking up every drop as he fucked you senseless.

A large hand clamped around your throat, his fingers forcing your head to tilt back into the pillow as he literally took your breath away. Your eyes rolled back as a massive orgasm slammed into you, a choked wheeze snaking past your lips as his hips jutted against you, a low groan falling from his own as he spilled into you.

It felt so long, the seconds ticking by as his fingers twitched around your throat, waiting for your signal to release. You weakly tap his forearm twice, and you give a large gasp, your eyes fluttering as your body twitches under and around Doflamingo. The slick sound of his cock leaving you hit your ears with a whimper, suddenly feeling too empty and immediately missing his warmth.

He's quick and gentle to clean you, throwing the small towel to the side before sighing and collecting you in his arms. You moan pathetically as he presses kisses to your face and top of your head, your lips meeting his as he gives soft praises. His hands run over your marred skin so softly, as if worried you would break under his touch.

"... I love you," You barely get out, his lips brushing over yours again. He gives a soft hum in response but nothing else. You pull back slightly and cup his face in your hand, your thumb brushing over just cheek as you repeat a little rougher, "Donquixote Doflamingo, I love you. And I don't care if you don't love me back because I will love you enough for the both of us."

He's silent for a moment, staring down at you through those damn rose tinted glasses. After a few tense seconds, he takes your hand from his face and pressed determined kisses to your palm, his voice thick and heavy as he murmurs,

"My darling."

Your gaze softens as he continues,

"You will never be unloved by me. You are too well tangled in my soul."

He says no more, simply holding your hand to his heart as his other arm tightens around you. Tears prickle at your eyes as your press soft kisses to his chest and neck, smiling into his skin as you softly reply,

"My love, my life."

Doflamingo silently mulled over himself, emotions conflicting inside him no thanks to you. How dare you walk into his life and cause him to have such an inner turmoil, his heart torn and aching. How dare you come into his life and demand that you love him and yet somehow, he found it so easy to give you a piece of himself.

He wouldn't trade this for anything in the world. He truly was a King with everything he could ever want, now that he had you.

The only thing left was to conquer the Grand Line and beyond, a tightly wound grip around the world with you at his side.

What a perfect vision.

A/N: HEHHEHEHE 🙈🙈🙈 we love a soft Doffy in this house, I hope you guys enjoyed this because I sure fuckin did 😭😭 wrote and beta'd in abt 2 hours. If you see any mistakes, no you fuckin didn't! 💖💋

Love you my lil tangerines! Be good, make good choices ~ 💖💖💖💖💖💖

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@brielle043 I hope you enjoy ~ we love doffy ! 💖💖

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS REALIZE THEY FELL IN LOVE PLEASE

The villain cringed hard whenever they touched the hero’s forearm.

For the past weeks, their feelings had changed from indifferent to borderline anxious. Whenever they were on top of the hero, they fought a rising panic attack, desperately trying to swallow the tightness of their throat. Nothing helped — they had done all kinds of methods to calm themselves down but all the internet told them was bullshit.

Apparently, they needed to find the trigger first.

“I know it’s none of my business,” the hero said one evening, their dagger digging into the villain’s clothes. “But you’ve been distant lately. I feel like you don’t want to sleep with me anymore. I understand that completely and if you want to stop, we will.”

The villain swallowed, the same pain forming in their chest, and in all their wisdom, they nodded.

“Yeah, I think we should stop,” they said.

“Okay,” the hero said, giving them a cut right above their hip.

That didn’t work. It didn’t work at all.

The villain became an insomniac, walking around like a zombie during the day. They made mistakes when they cleaned their weapons, made mistakes when they were fighting. Getting sloppy wouldn’t have been bad if this line of work wasn’t deadly and maybe they would’ve been able to live with the horrible symptoms they experienced but under these circumstances, they were anything but.

Which is why two weeks later, they found themselves being pressed against the cold ground with the hero on top of them, their knee digging into a fresh wound.

“I would like to sleep with you again,” they wheezed. “I understand if you—”

“I agree,” the hero interrupted them, putting more pressure on their wound. “Tomorrow. Your place.”

The villain caught themselves smiling with their heart pounding in their chest, fighting for some sick salvation. And god, that scared them. So much, in fact, that they almost called the hero the next day to tell them they couldn’t do it.

By the time the hero rang their doorbell, they were a mess.

“Did I interrupt your workout?” the hero joked but the villain didn’t really get it, they just fidgeted and made a sound that could’ve been close to “yeah.”

The hero studied them but decided on being silent which was definitely the better decision for the villain. Sweating like this before actually getting to it was probably very suspicious. Maybe the hero thought this was a trap? Maybe the hero was setting up a trap? They knew they were going mad and nothing was able to help them.

However, once their enemy was naked and on top of them, the villain managed to relax. They allowed themselves to close their eyes and lean their head back, loosening their muscles and breathing out slowly. It was a peace they hadn’t experienced in two terrible weeks. They felt tears prickling at the corners of their eyes; relief washing over them, embracing them gently.

They let their hands wander over the hero’s thighs, squeezing them when the hero found a particularly soft spot to devour. They needed the touch, needed to feel the soft skin wrapped around their hips, the warmth of their chest and—

The villain froze, nearly choking on a moan when their fingertips brushed the hero’s forearm. All of it came back. Their throat tightened, their eyes widened and they couldn’t help but gasp for air. Immediately, the hero got off them and pulled them up.

“Hey, deep breaths,” they said gently but there was some kind of urgency in their eyes, some kind of panic that wouldn’t get past their pupils. “Follow my breathing, in and out, come on…”

The villain’s fingers shook, they sweated like a sinner in church. They were going to die.

Gasping for air, they clasped the hero, trying to hold on and find some stability.

Calming down with the hero next to them was easier than calming down alone, they realised. They didn’t like that.

“What is going on?” the hero asked softly. As soon as the villain’s breathing had evened, they pulled the blanket over them and played with the villain’s hair. It left the villain speechless — not even a sound wanted to come out of them. They didn’t do things like this. They didn’t cuddle. They didn’t ask questions.

“I…your arm.” The villain felt another wave of anxiety coming over them, so they squeezed the hero’s hand.

“Do you mean the scar?” They looked at each other.

“I broke that arm a year ago,” the villain said. Tears rose again. “You said it didn’t heal properly.”

“It didn’t. It still hurts at times,” the hero said. The villain wanted to cry.

“I’m sorry,” they whispered.

“This has never been a problem in the past,” the hero pointed out. “We’ve started having sex before you broke my arm. It didn’t matter to you which scar you made.”

“That’s right,” the villain said. “And I’m so fucking sorry. Every time I touch your arm, I think about the crack, I think about your scream and your tears…”

“I forgive you, you know?”

“I’m still sorry.”

No one had to say more than that. Both of them knew what it meant.

#I eat that shit up every time #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #heroxvillain #hero x villain #enemies with benefits

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mythicalmyles · 1 year

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Hope you are having a good day/night?

I was wondering if you still wrote for Kaneki?

If so, if you're intrested in the idea? Kaneki x M CCG reader who's tall and seems like a top is actually a bottom. Maybe even has a scent that is alluring to ghouls not in a I want to eat your flesh way lol. (Over stimulation/size kink/bit of noncon and predator prey and anything I don't kink shame) 👉👈It's just a real turn on to see opposites where the character you least expect to be the bottom

Im always down for my ghoul boy i lov him(I hope u dm me using centipede <3)

Also im good thank you i hope u r well!

Noncon, size kink, scent kink

You crouched, ready to fight back. You couldn't deny the fear that crept through your veins as the one eyed ghoul stared you down. His eye had gone pure white, his entire form was different from what you had seen before. Gone was the ghoul who didn't want to fight, instead now you were face to face with a completely destructive monster.

Despite the fact you were taller then him, you felt incredibly small trapped alone in this room with him. All you could do was pray your colleagues noticed your disappearance and quickly found you. It let out a raspy giggle, drool leaking from the corners of its lips. "S-So go-good. Smell so g-good." It muttered, voice like grinding steel as it rasped at you. Your quinque shook in your hands, confronted with the real possibility of being eaten had you loosing your mind almost.

With any other ghoul you wouldn't be this way, but, could he even be compared to a ghoul anymore? His kagune slide out, long tentacles ready to dive through your flesh and rip you open. The large centipede tail would've been tough enough, if it slammed you into a wall you had no doubt it'd crush every bone in your body. Never had the primal urge to run been so instilled into you, neither of you moving as you tried to control yourself.

Before another thought could cross your mind one of his tentacles snatched you up, You would never admit to the high pitched scream that left you. Freezing as he dragged you close to his face, his twisted smile stretched across his cheeks and you found yourself wondering if it was painful. You stared into his wide open white eye, trembling in his grasp.

You whimpered when he leaned forward, sniffing you like an overexcited dog. You closed your eyes, desperately wishing this was a horrifying nightmare you'd wake up from. You yelped when his wet tongue licked up your neck, almost passing out. "St-stop! Do-don't eat me." Your words were stuttered and wobbly, quinque long abandoned and leaving you utterly at his mercy.

"Ss-so good. Need." His voice was terrifying, his words even more so. Whimpers fell from your lips, his hands grabbing at your body. You choked out when his hands grasped your ass, squeezing the flesh tight and pulling you into him as his mouth assaulted your neck. Panic began filling your every pore, fear flooding your senses as the ghoul began freeing you of you clothes. His kagune kept your wrists bound above your head while another two kept your legs spread open, ready for him to devour.

Tears dripped down your cheeks, his clawed hands left irritated lines in their wake as his digits scrapped against your flesh. Your blood seemed to spur him on, saliva dripping all over you as he giggled and wheezed. “Mine. My mate.” That was the clearest you had heard him speak, not having time to argue as his kagune began to slide inside of you. The hot wet feeling of the appendage splitting you in two had your mouth dropping open as you gasped for air, lungs burning as he stole your breath.

He didn’t miss the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, flicking around and drinking up any saliva you produced. You knew better then to fight back against something that could very easily rip you apart. His centipede like tail swung behind him, the sheer size of it keeping you still in his grasp as you tried desperately to hide the moans that dripped from your lips.

You didn’t want to admit it, but it sent heat straight to your core. Body spasming as he roughly fucked you on his kagune, you could hear your own voice bouncing off the walls, shame filling you up as you found yourself enjoying what the ghoul was doing to you.

“Br-breed you up. Mine.” It growled before sinking its teeth into your shoulder, relishing in the howl that tore through your throat. “More.” It hissed, pulling him kagune out of you. You whined at the loss, the feeling of emptiness driving you insane. Luckily he was quick to sink you down onto his cock, you couldn’t deny that you loved it. How he was smaller yet bounced you on his cock like you weighed no more then a feather had you going insane.

You were use to being on top, this was new to you but it drove you insane. The feeling of his thick cock stretching you open and diving deep, smashing into your prostate had you moaning like a whore. Your arms gripped him tight, tears of pleasure running down your cheeks at a constant stream as he sped up, fucking any comprehensible thought out of your mind.

It wasn’t long before you shouted again, cock shooting out cum and coating the ghouls chest. It only seemed to spur him on more, his rough ragged breathing was the only other noise besides your own pathetic moans and slapping skin that you could hear.

Your entire weight collapsed onto him, but that didn’t stop his claws digging into your flesh and slamming you onto his cock. Just as you doubted how much more you could take, he slammed himself deep into you. You felt his cum began dribbling out of your hole, coating your thighs in his essence.

You lay your head on his shoulder, panting into his neck. He pulled himself out of you, keeping you wrapped up tight in his arms as he began to make his way out of the building, intent on taking you home and keeping you forever.

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