#i still don’t know which massage i’m getting. i think maybe neck back and shoulders with aromatherapy. that sounds good

[fingertipsmp3]

In some other news I’m getting a massage at 2

[delcakoo]

Coudl you doooo bf!jungwon catching some guy staring at you and tries to scare them off? if requests aren’t open I’m so sorry!

wahaha ur wish is my command nonnie (warning neck kisses? marking)

now who did this guy think he was?

jungwon was in no way blind — unlike you, who seemed much too preoccupied picking a cereal brand to notice the disgraceful, unwanted, horrendously noticeable leer that this young man was offering you from down the aisle.

“—won?”

“huh?” craning back towards you, jungwon cringes in on himself at the concerned expression adorning your features.

“you okay? i just wanted to know which one you’d prefer.” supporting your words, you lift up a box of ‘nesquik’ in one hand, and ‘frosted flakes’ in the other.

in an attempt to not be obvious about his displeasure, he quickly nods to the latter. “we haven’t got frosted flakes in a while.”

the minute you turn around and begin scanning through the grocery list again, jungwon snaps his head back to the man, only to realize he still had his eyes on you. seriously, was he blind too? your very big, strong, kind-of-tall boyfriend was right there!

shoving his fisted-up knuckles deeper into the comfort of his orange hoodie, your cat boyfriend frowns. he wouldn’t just sit around and let that guy drool over you if there was something he could do about it.

even when jungwon wraps his arms around your waist, you don’t flinch at the abruptness of it, which only encourages him to move closer and rest his chin against your shoulder. his warmth is easily welcomed, including the light kisses that he starts gently peppering down your neck (even if such pda — that he usually never has confidence for — bewilders you a bit).

little do you know he most definitely isn’t reading the list over your shoulder — rather, jungwon’s busy glaring at this brown-haired man with the nastiest scowl he can muster. his face practically screams at the man to back off, and the tight grip his fingers find on your waist accentuates his claim further. you don’t fail to notice how his lips feel feathery and slightly wet against your skin, which only worsens as the male begins sucking to leave a mark with no prior notice.

at the ticklish feeling, you quickly shake him off. “yah, what’re you doing? we’re in the grocery store,” you remind in confusion, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. but it seems you’re too late; jungwon is now smiling proudly, and when you spin around to follow his gaze and discover what the commotions about, you’re left with an empty aisle.

“nobody’s here,” you murmur, rubbing your neck furiously. “geez, won. give me your hoodie, you dumbass.”

he obliges, dimples poking through his cheek even while pulling the soft material over his head. “now you wanna cover up my love, jagi?”

“yup. but maybe if you let me give you a matching one later i’ll call it even.”

his eyes can’t help but widen at that. “yoi..” jungwon giggles, pale fingers rising to shyly massage the back of his neck. he may have scared him off.. but perhaps he’d have to thank that guy later.

i missed writing for wonie it’s been so long <\3 also, reqs are closing again soon cuz exams r getting closer :( i’ll be working on the ones in my inbox for the meantime!!

[peachpitlover]

Vulnerable

In which Y/n is JJ’s anxious girl but he’ll always protect her.

Pairing: JJ Maybankx Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Swearing (just a little), talk of anxiety and ocd, mentions of medication, mentions of physical abuse (not reader or jj), and smut

My Masterlists

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JJ learned early on in their friendship that Y/n was much more reserved than the rest of the group. Don’t get him wrong, she was fun and outgoing and silly, but the smallest thing would have her shrinking into herself. It was only when they started dating that she opened up to him. She explained that she was diagnosed with severe anxiety when she was twelve, as well as OCD. Her mom tried every possible remedy in the book; therapy, OCD clinics, meditation, and natural remedies but nothing worked. She got put onto medication after a year of no relief and the dose was slowly rising until about a year ago. The medication did a great deal to help her, but her thoughts were still often clouded with anxiety. While the severity of Y/n’s OCD died down a lot, she still found herself needing to check her pockets and bag multiple times before leaving the house, and opening and closing the fridge door more times than she can count “because it didn’t sound right.” The Pogues knew better than to disturb her antics and waited patiently for her to sigh in relief and look up with a smile.

Once Kiara had tried to interrupt Y/n’s trance of opening and closing the front door of the Chateau, but it only ended in Y/n cutting into the palms of her hands with her nails as she tried to control herself and tears from the anxiety she felt because once again “it didn’t feel right.” JJ had also once tried to stop her from the never ending cycle of Y/n tapping each side of her arm to make it “feel even.” Then, she had snapped at JJ and locked him out of his own room. She’s well aware that this only exists in her head, but it doesn’t do much to make the feeling any less real.

JJ is against the headboard of her bed with Y/n on his lap. His hands roaming from her shoulders to her hips and back as he kissed her. With both hands in his hair, Y/n panted and squirmed in his arms while her hips gently ground into his.

“You want to do something tonight, angel? Don’t have to, I just think you’re a little needy,” he smiled as he broke away from her swollen lips.

“Um,” she mumbled. “maybe. I don’t know, like what?”

“Anything you want, maybe just putting my hand inside your shorts and rubbing you? Hm, how’s that sound?”

“I don’t know J,” she whined as she picked at her nails.

JJ only frowned and took her hands in his.

“Don’t have to do anything you don’t want, ok baby? Just tell me you don’t like it and we’ll stop,” he’s heard the story of her friend in high school who beat up his girlfriend. He was the last person you would expect to do something like that, and the thought constantly haunted her mind when surrounded by men. She trusted JJ with her whole heart, but her brain told her that she could never know for sure.

“Like, how?”

“How I would rub you?” He clarified.

“Mhm,” she whispered.

He smiled at her shyness: “Just over your panties sweet girl, unless you want more. Just play with your little clit and make you feel good,” he spoke as he held eye contact with her.

“Yeah,” she murmured as her eyes dropped to their intertwined hands.

“Yeah? You want that?”

She nodded with a shy smile before hiding in his neck and he tsked at her.

“Gotta use your words. I’m not gonna do anything until you say what you want.”

“I want that, JJ.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, yes please,” she whined.

“That’s my girl, kiss me baby. I’ll do the rest,” he smiled as she surged forward and her hands went straight to his hair.

JJ continued to kiss her and rub her back as his right hand crept lower and lower until it was resting over her hip, massaging at the skin and pulling at the band of her sleep shorts.

“Can I, baby?” He spoke against her.

“Yes,” she whined and connected their lips again.

As his hand dipped into her shorts the slightest bit, her stomach tensed involuntarily.

“It’s ok,” she whispered almost immediately.

He continued until his fingers were resting just above her clit and his wrist submerged fully into her shorts.

“Just focus on kissing me, baby,” he whispered into her mouth and moved his left hand to her lower back.

Once his fingers rested on her clit, she jumped and gasped, he felt her lashes flutter against his skin as her eyes shot open.

“It’s ok, angel. I’ve got you, I’d never hurt you, my baby. You’re ok,” he whispered.

“It’s just…” she cut herself off as she pulled her head back.

“I know, you’re ok. You’re my sweet girl, I’d never hurt you. Not ever, if you want to stop we can.”

“I know that, it’s just new, is all.”

“I know, and you’re doing so good for me, do you wanna keep going?”

“Yes please.”

He smiled against her lips and kissed the corner of her mouth. Moving his lips to her cheeks and jaw, and eventually her neck. JJ pressed his fingers into her gently and he felt her thighs tense; “I’m ok,” she whispered.

“You’re ok,” he confirmed in between kissing. He began to circle his fore and middle fingers against her as gently as possible.

“Oh,” she gasped.

“Oh?” JJ smiled into her neck.

“I like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, feels really nice,” she breathed out an almost moan as he pushed his fingers against her mound with a little more pressure.

“Must have been aching, huh sweet girl? I can feel how warm you are.”

“Needed it,” she whined.

“Yeah? You needed me to touch you?”

“Mhm- JJ!” She sucked in some air as he let his hands dip until his fingers rested over her slit, still over her panties. He pushed slightly, not enough to push his fingers in, but enough to satiate that ache and draw out a loud moan.

“I know, I’ve got you,” he whispered before his lips found hers once again and his left hand on her back pulled her impossibly closer.

“I liked the other thing, can you do that again?”

“You liked when I rubbed your clit?”

“Mhm,” she moaned and bucked her hips when his fingers rested on her covered clit.

“Words, baby. Or I’ll stop,” he reminded gently.

“Yes, J! Please,” JJ couldn’t get enough of the sweet moans and whimpers that came from her, they made his stomach flip as an ache settled between his legs.

“More please,” she whimpered and ground her hips down into his hand.

“Can I touch you under your panties? Is that what you want?” Y/n couldn’t help the way her stomach fluttered when he called them panties.

“Yes please, I really want that,” she whispered and smiled shyly.

“Ok sweet girl,” he smiled and slid his hand into her panties. “God, you’re so fucking wet, baby.”

“Oh fuck!” She cried and closed her hand around his hair and tugged.

“Feels good?” He teased her.

“S-so good. Please, please,” she didn’t know what she was asking for, her mind too muddled with pleasure to think of anything else.

“Gonna cum for me?”

“Yes, yes J, please.”

“Cum for me, angel, I’ve got you.”

Her moans became louder and more frantic as her head fell back and her thighs began to shake.

“Oh my god!” Y/n came with one final mewl.

“Good girl, so good for me.”

“Thank you JJ,” she smiled as she nuzzled her head into his neck.

“Don’t have to thank me. I hate to make you get up but I have to go to the bathroom.”

“No, just a few minutes, please?” She pouted and whined.

“I gotta go take care of myself then I’m all yours.”

She stared at him for a moment before her eyes widened in understanding; “Oh, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’ll be quick I promise,” he kissed her one last time before standing up.

“JJ?” She called just before he entered the bathroom.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you, thank you,” she smiled.

“I love you more than you know, angel girl.”

[itsjaywalkers]

a lil smth under the cut for u guys (part 3) <3

(light nsfw)

part 1 part 2

“Well, it’s not perfect, but it’s decent enough, so it’ll have to do,” James says, and Regulus it’s too busy trying to keep his breathing under control to be bothered by the other man’s words. “Relax your shoulders a little, love.” 

“Don’t,” Regulus hisses, even though he isn’t sure himself if that response is because of the nickname, or James’ touch, or James’ closeness, or something else entirely. 

“Don’t what?” James asks, sneaking a hand up and massaging one of his shoulders until both of them sag. 

“You know what.” 

“I don’t even think you know.” 

Regulus huffs loudly, and hates that he can’t argue back. 

“Show me how you do a jab,” James requests, his hands returning to Regulus’ waist after one last press on his shoulder. 

Regulus clears his throat slightly, feeling a bit flustered all of a sudden while he raises his right arm and gets ready to do what James asked. He only hesitates for a couple of seconds before doing the punch, not as confident as he’d usually be after having James criticise him so much. 

He knows he’s no expert. He isn’t even that athletic to begin with. But he still has a boxer brother, which means he’s definitely not as clueless as James is making him out to be. 

Maybe if it were someone else, Regulus would find it in himself to fight back, defend his knowledge and Sirius’ teachings. But, as it turns out, having a professional boxer watching you try to punch is an incredibly humbling experience. Especially one as mind-blowingly good as James. 

Not like Regulus would ever tell him that.

James hums. “Not bad,” he says, and really, it shouldn’t satisfy Regulus as much as it does. “It’s a bit too slow, though.” 

Regulus tilts his head back, in an attempt to look at the other man, but he barely lasts a second after realising how fucking close both of his faces are. 

His heart beats wildly in his chest. He can only hope James doesn’t notice. 

“How so?” Regulus wonders, so relieved to hear his voice sounds completely normal. 

“Jabs focus on speed over strength,” James explains calmly. “It’s a matter of overwhelming your opponent, rather than properly hurting. The punch has to be quick, and once the arm returns, it’s gotta go up, protect your face. Like this.”

He grabs one of Regulus’ arms gently, moving it forward and then back very slowly, to demonstrate how to do it, and then fast, jostling Regulus’ whole body with it. 

“See?” James murmurs, and he could swear that his tone has gone lower. “You don’t have to worry about being strong enough. It’s all about speed.”

“Okay,” Regulus replies with a tiny nod, doing his best to concentrate on what James is seeing, and not on all of the points where they’re touching. Or on how close James is. Or how nice he smells, despite all the sweat—maybe even because of it. “I think I get it.” 

“Yeah? Wanna try again on your own?”

Part of Regulus wants to snark back, argue that it’s only a stupid jab and James is just being picky because he’s a professional boxer and it’s not like there’s an actual science to throwing a punch. But having James holding onto his waist must be clouding his mind, because he just gives another nod, and does his best to replicate James’ movement and speed. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” James breathes out, and Regulus can almost hear his smile. “Very good, love. You’re a natural.”

“Oh, I’m a natural now?” Regulus huffs out, but it comes out more teasing than irritated. 

“Or maybe you just have a great teacher,” James adds playfully, accompanied by a squeeze on his hips. 

“You’re right, Sirius is pretty great,” Regulus responds with a shrug, relishing in the way James clicks his tongue. 

“But I’m better.”

“In your dreams, Potter.”

“Wait, what happened to ‘James’?”

Regulus feels heat rushing to his cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

James chuckles way too close to Regulus’ ear, and his breath hits the side of his neck, goosebumps breaking all over his skin. Regulus has to swallow a very embarrassing and very needy sound before it makes it past his lips.

“C’mon, love, we were getting along so nicely. Don’t try to ruin it now.”

“You’ve finally lost it,” Regulus states, trying to laugh the whole thing off. It probably doesn’t work, though, considering how unstable he sounds. “There’s not a single universe in which you and I get along, Potter.”

“Liar,” James whispers. “I’m growing on you.”

“Whatever gave me away?” Regulus grumbles, sarcasm dripping from his words.

“The fact that you’re letting me touch you,” James murmurs, voice smooth and silky, feeling like a caress. “How you keep leaning against my contact, and catching yourself at the last second.”

Regulus’ breath hitches. “That’s—” 

“The way you’re not even arguing with me anymore. Not really,” James continues, unrelenting, his lips grazing Regulus’ earlobe and making his eyes flutter shut. “If anything, I’d even dare to say you’re flirting.”

“You’re delusional,” Regulus spits, too breathless to sound as furious as he’d like to. “The fucking audacity—”

“And,” James cuts him off, tone so frustratingly smug, “I bet you’re aching between those pretty legs of yours.” 

Regulus lets out an embarrassed noise, barely suppressing the urge to press his thighs together. 

“No,” he croaks out, shaking his head a little and face burning. 

“No?” James mocks him, pressing his smirk behind Regulus’ ear. “Shall we check?” 

One of James’ hands moves slowly, sliding from its place on Regulus’ waist to rest under his navel, fingers playfully caressing his waistband. 

Regulus hates how that mere touch is enough to turn his mind into static. To make his heart stutter in his chest, and the mess in his underwear almost unbearable.

“Potter—”

“No.”

Regulus’ eyebrows shoot up, and before he has the chance to ask, he feels James’ teeth at the side of his neck, nipping teasingly and dragging a fucking whimper out of him.

“What—?!” he begins, completely red in the face and attempting to move away from the other man for the first time since he allowed his touch.

James holds him tighter, bites down harder. “Behave, Regulus, or I’ll fucking make you.” 

Regulus doesn’t listen, despite how the tone of James’ voice makes him tremble like a leaf. He keeps resisting, an outraged sound leaving his mouth while his body betrays him and becomes even wetter. 

“Oh, you don’t get to play the clueless card on me,” James murmurs, his teeth giving way to a devilish tongue that turns Regulus soft and pliant, his attempts at freeing himself growing sloppy, lazy. “I always do my best to be patient, to respect your boundaries and control myself, but you’ve been a damn tease all afternoon, and I’m fucking done.” 

“What the fuck are you even—” 

“Enough,” James growls back, and it’s so commanding Regulus’ mouth snaps shut with a clack. 

There’s a beat of silence, and then James is laughing under his breath. “Good boy.”

It’s filled with mockery, bordering on mean, and yet, it still makes Regulus moan like a fucking bitch in heat, eyes rolling to the back of his skull and body going completely boneless. 

“Fuck,” James whispers, a mix between awed and devastated. “I should’ve known. I should’ve fucking known. Is that what does it for you, baby? You wanna be my good boy?”

Baby. 

Baby. 

Baby. 

Regulus moans again, even though it’s weaker this time, but he still shakes his head, or tries to at least, holding onto the last traces of sanity and refusing to let James win whatever twisted game they’re playing. 

“C’mon, you were doing so well,” James mumbles, tongue licking up the side of his neck. “And you can’t fool me anymore. Not like you ever did, but still. I know you wanna be good for me, baby. Know you wanna please me, let me use you in whatever way I see fit.”

He tries to shake his head once more, but somehow, his brain gets the order wrong and Regulus ends up nodding instead. 

“That’s right,” James coos, dropping a kiss on his skin, long and lingering. “Now, say my name, Regulus.” 

“James,” he gasps almost against his will, mouth moving before his mind can catch up. 

The other man groans and then attaches his lips to his throat immediately after, tongue pressing down as he sucks, the sting feeling absolutely heavenly. 

Regulus tilts his head to the side to give James more space, eyes hooded and limbs heavy, back coming to rest against James’ chest. 

“James,” he says again, without being prompted this time and the word almost sounding like a whine. 

“Fuck, you’re driving me insane,” James hisses against his neck, peppering the skin with open-mouthed kisses, his tongue and teeth mapping out Regulus’ skin. “You don’t understand how long I’ve been dying to do this.”

Regulus whimpers, hands moving on their own volition and reaching behind him until they bury themselves into James’ messy locks. He pulls, a bit harsher than intended, but before Regulus can manage to apologise, James is moaning loudly, the vibrations on his skin making him shiver. 

He pulls again, and James bites down on his throat hard enough to leave a mark. Regulus doesn’t have it in himself to reprimand him, or to tell him to stop. His brain is unable to focus on anything that isn’t James’ mouth working down his neck. 

“We could’ve been doing this ages ago if you weren’t so fucking stubborn,” James sighs, lips caressing his exposed shoulder and dragging another obscene noise out of Regulus. “I knew you wanted it. I knew you wanted me.”

“James—” Regulus pants, apparently unable to speak anything else apart from the other man’s name. 

It’s kind of embarrassing, how pliant a couple of kisses and a few dirty comments can make him. Regulus isn’t usually this easy, especially not in bed; he likes having a modicum of control, always ready to remind his partner that he doesn’t enjoy being bossed around. But, and as much as he hates to admit it, James knows what he’s doing. 

Although, maybe it’s not even a matter of skills. Maybe it’s simply that it’s James, and despite how much he’s tried to deny it, he’s been desperate for him almost since the moment he laid eyes on him. 

“God, baby, you taste divine,” James grunts, sucking on his collarbone almost at the same time that his fingers dip into Regulus’ waistband. They don’t get very far, and it’s more of a playful contact than anything else, but his breath still hitches. “Can’t wait to put my mouth between your legs.”

Regulus makes a keening sound, hips twitching, and James chuckles cruelly against his shoulder.

“You’d let me, right, baby?” James goes on, the hand that had slipped inside the basketball shorts changing its course and travelling up up up, until they’re caressing Regulus’ chest, following the shape of his scars. “There’s no point in pretending you’re not fucking gagging for it at this point. Just look at you. Look at you. I bet you could come from this. From me marking you up while I whisper in your ear.”

“N-no,” Regulus huffs, blinking furiously and doing his best to break out of his daze. “You’re too—too full of yourself. This isn’t enough, it could never be, and I—”

“Not enough?” James questions, stopping his ministrations. Regulus bites his tongue to stop the protest at the tip of his tongue. “Is this your way of asking for more, baby? Because you’re gonna have to do better than that. I don’t listen to brats.” 

Regulus wishes he could scoff, elbow James in the stomach so his touches stop clouding his mind and tell him to fuck off. Maybe even show him how well he can throw a stupid punch. 

But his body isn’t listening to his mind. It doesn’t care about what Regulus truly wants. Or what he’s been telling himself he wants, at least.

That’s why when he parts his lips, none of the curses he’s been preparing come out. Instead, there’s only need and lust. “Please,” he whimpers, closing his eyes tight momentarily. “Please, James, I—I just—”

James shushes him gently while circling a nipple, Regulus’ toes curling inside his toes and cunt clenching around nothing. “Oh, baby. It’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you so well. Give you exactly what you need.”

“Yeah,” Regulus exhales, hands spasming around James’ curls. “Please.” 

“Gonna let me fuck you, baby? Let me finger you nice and open, so you can get ready for my cock?” 

Regulus moans and nods and thrashes around, one of his hands slipping from James’ hair just so he can grab one of James' by its wrist, pushing his arm downwards and hoping to get some relief where he truly needs it. 

James stops right before he reaches his waistband, a cocky grin curving against Regulus’ skin. 

“Well, well,” James breathes. “Aren’t you a needy little thing.” 

“C’mon,” Regulus complains, uncaring of how childish he sounds. He feels too fucking drunk on everything James to be able to think about anything else apart from getting off.

James laughs again, because he’s mean like that, and Regulus can already feel some tears prickling at his eyes out of frustration.

“You have to tell me what you want, Regulus,” James says, and his voice is so damn casual it actually hurts. “This won’t work otherwise.” 

There’s no this, Regulus wants to snap back, but then James is pressing nearer, until Regulus can feel the outline of his hard cock against his ass. It makes him gasp and push back against it, really pleased by the little hiss James lets out at the pressure.

“See what you do to me, baby?” James whispers, dragging his lips over his shoulders, the side of his throat, behind his ear. “We barely did anything, and yet I’m so fucking hard it’s actually painful. You’ve no idea of how many times I’ve jerked myself off to the thought of you. Wishing it was your hand instead. Your mouth. The inside of your cunt.” 

Regulus’ knees shake, a mewl escaping his parted lips, and James’ grip on him turns even stronger. 

“I bet you’ll feel all tight and warm around me,” James goes on, tone husky, words dripping with so much desire it makes Regulus light-headed. “Make the sweetest sounds, too. I used to think you were too uptight and that I needed to fuck the stubborness out of you, but it turns out that you’re real fucking dirty, baby. Grinding back against my cock and opening your legs the moment I praised you a little. Oh, if they could see you now, baby. Big bad scary Regulus Black. Reduced to a pathetic, whimpering mess.”

“Shut up,” Regulus grits out, but he doesn’t stop rubbing his ass on James’ cock, or pulling at James’ wrist insistently, in an attempt to get his hand inside his pants. “You’re all bark and no bite. Spent all these months telling me everything you wanted to do to me, and now that I finally give you a chance, you’re only teasing and babbling in my ear.” 

“Good try, baby, but you should know by now that that attitude of yours only turns me on.” 

“Yeah? Then how come you’re not fucking me yet, huh?” 

James’ other hand, the one that hasn’t stopped gripping Regulus’ waist for a single second, lets go and climbs up, taking a hold of Regulus’ chin. James uses it to tilt his head back, forcing their gazes to meet, and Regulus despises how he feels himself get slicker at the flash of danger on James’ gaze, the sharpness of his smirk. 

“God, the mouth you have on you, baby.” James cocks his head to the side, considering, and he grips his chin even tighter. “So fucking filthy. And so pretty when you beg.” 

“I don’t beg,” Regulus murmurs back, aware that it’s a lie. He still narrows his eyes when James barks out a laugh. 

“Yes, you do. You already have. And you will do so again, if you want to come.” 

“I don’t need you for that. I can just—just walk out of here, leave you hanging and get off all by myself—”

“No, you can’t. I’m sure you’ve also jerked off while thinking of me, right, baby? All that tension, all that repression, I know it took its toll. Did you finger yourself slow and deep as soon as you got home after our interviews? Came with my name in your mouth?”

Regulus only glares at him, not even trying to defend himself. What’s the point, when James can see right through him? Lying won’t do him any favours. 

“You did,” James states, ridiculously pleased with himself. “You’re not gonna go and waste this chance over your wounded pride, baby. Argue all you want, but we both know you’re not going anywhere. Not when you’re practically drooling at the thought of taking my cock.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want it as much, if not more, than I do,” Regulus grumbles. 

James shrugs, leaning forward and forcing Regulus to do the same. Until their noses are grazing each other, breaths intermingling. 

“Never said otherwise,” he retorts with ease. 

“Then what the fuck are you playing at?”

“Nothing, really. Just waiting for you to tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you, baby, I swear. You just gotta ask.” 

Regulus purses his lips, but James does sound sincere, and at this point, it’s not like he has anything else to lose. It’s too late to try and save face, and his dignity, or whatever was left of it, took its leave the moment he allowed James to get this close. 

Besides, he wants this. He wants James. Has done so for a while, probably since the very beginning, and not even he has this much self-restraint.

“Fuck me,” Regulus says in a soft exhale, watching the way James’ pupils eat at his irises. “Please, James, fuck me. I need you inside me, it’s—fucking unbearable, really, and I’m gonna lose it if you don’t—”

“Yes,” James gasps out, nodding fast, moves turning erratic as he finally slips his hand under the shorts, under Regulus’ briefs. “Yes. Of course, baby, anything you want, I’m—shit, you’re so—let me just—”

His fingers rub at his clit playfully, pulling a moan out of Regulus, before they continue their path down, until they’re running through slick curls, teasing at his entrance and marvelling at the wetness they find there. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re fucking dripping,” James whispers in wonder. Regulus can only whimper, pushing against his eager hand. “And it’s for me. All for me. Fucking hell, just—come here—”

It’s when James tilts his head up, clearly wanting to kiss him, that Regulus finally manages to go back to himself. That Regulus remembers where he is, what he’s doing, who he’s doing it with. 

Reality hits him with such harshness that the ground seems to tilt under his feet, leaving him breathless, and dizzy, and having to swallow down a wave of nausea. 

What the actual fuck is wrong with him? 

“Wait,” he squeals, James’ mouth already touching his. “Wait.” 

To the other man’s credit, he does stop immediately at Regulus’ words, pulling back and fingers freezing where they were exploring at his cunt’s entrance. 

Regulus takes a gulp of air, heart rumbling loudly inside his head, his brain screaming at him to get a fucking grip. 

“Reg?” James calls him, a worried frown twisting his features while his eyes roam all over his face. “Baby, you okay?”

“Don’t—” Regulus wheezes out, clawing at James’ arm until he gets the hint and takes it out of his pants. He can’t think with those thick, calloused fingers resting on his cunt. “We can’t do this. It’s—no, James, just—no.”

Something pained flashes in James’ gaze, before it disappears, being substituted by a harshness Regulus has to look away from. “Regulus—”

“No,” he repeats, a lot firmer this time. “I’m not—I can’t, James. I’m sorry, I really am, but I just can’t.”

Regulus doesn’t stick around to hear James’ response, or watch his reaction. He moves away from him, legs shaky but still managing to support his weight, and he exits the ring without daring to glance back.

[multifandomworldsposts]

what about Maverick coming home after a stressful day and ordering you to ride his thigh for kinkmas? yk he's still dressed while you're just in his shirt and maybe he even calls you over with like this hand gesture.... it makes me weak every time shahahahq love ur work ❤️

Day 4 of Kinkmas: Giving Maverick Pleasure

KINKMAS ❤️🪩

A/N: thank you for the comment at the end of the submission 🥰✨❤️

pairing: pete mitchell x fem!reader

warning: age gap, dry humping, hickeys, blow jobs, riding

Y/N’s POV

I’m cooking some dinner for Pete and I, I’m wearing a new lingerie but I’m covering it with one of his t-shirts. I hear the door open and it slams shut, I already know he had a bad day, he’s done this before.

“Fuck!” Pete groans.

I flinch. I walk in the living room and I can tell he looks stressed.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Oh, I’m sorry that I yelled.” He tries to calm himself down.

“What happened?” I get closer towards him.

“Two of my students got in a fight and things went downhill.” He says taking his jacket off.

“Who were they?” I say standing in front of him.

“Hangman and Rooster.” He says.

He’s told me about Rooster a few times, he knew his dad when we was younger.

“How can I help you with your stress Mav?” I massage his shoulders.

He gives me a thinking face and he notices my lingerie.

“Is this new?” He lifts his shirt to see the lingerie.

“I bought it last week.” I say.

“It looks good on you.” He smirks.

“Do you want me to do anything?” I ask again.

Pete walks to the couch and sat down, I walk to him to be in front of him.

“How about you, dry hump my thigh.” He says relaxing on the couch.

“That’ll help your stress?” I cross my arms.

“Why not?” He smirks.

I take a deep breath and take his shirt off to show him my new lingerie.

“You love it?” I look at my set.

“I do, but I prefer it on the floor.” He smirks.

I find the zipper on the back of the set and unzip it and let it fall on the ground, Pete gets more comfortable on the couch. I walk towards him slowly and straddle him, I dry hump his thigh. He moans and guides me. I start to kiss his neck and began to give him hickeys.

“This is a new you I’ve never seen before Y/N/N.” Pete whispers in my ear.

“Just want to give daddy he wants when he’s stressed.” I whisper back.

“I don’t think I’m stressed anymore.” He says smiling at me.

“Let me do something else to you.” I pout.

“Show me baby.”

I get on my knees and unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. His cock looks hard already so I begin to suck it. I can hear him groan and I feel his hand tugging on my hair.

Pete makes me look at him and says, “I need you on my cock when I cum.” He says in a deep voice.

I set myself on his dick and rode it. He held me into place and I gasp, he got bigger than the last time we did this. He begins to give me hickeys all over my neck. I tug on his hair which made him moan in my neck and I giggle.

After for a while, we get on the ground and make love on the carpet. I hope this happens all the time when he’s stressed.

“Pete, are you not stressed anymore?” I question getting his hair out of his face.

“Not anymore Y/N/N.” He smiles.

“If you want, if you’re stressed out in the future, we can do this if you want?” I say.

“I’d like that.” He smirks.

“I love you Maverick.” I give him a peck.

“I love you too princess.” He gives me a peck.

[moonrisecoeur]

moon! hi :3 pls do me a favor and imagine taking care of best friend!leon after he breaks up with his girlfriend and he’s all soft and subby and pleading with you to take him and make him feel wanted and useful :((

hi baby of course anything for u <3

i’m assuming you mean his girlfriend from pre-re2 so this would take place in a non canon universe ^-^ literally no warnings besides possibly cheating?? this is very soft and melancholic with a hopeful ending

he got into a big argument with his girlfriend, which is hard for you to even fathom. you know she did something bad because leon has been nothing but good to her. he’s always been caring, attentive, giving her everything she asks for and expecting nothing. he could give her the world ten times over and his knees would get weak if she gave him a kiss.

she must have really done something terrible, because leon’s here, at your place, begging you to let him in with tears in his slightly red eyes. pleading with you to give him the comfort and softness and reassurance he needs. so you do. because you love him.

though honestly? you know leon doesn’t like you like that. it’s okay that he doesn’t, because he has (had? you’re not sure yet) a girlfriend. he’s supposed to love her. he’s supposed to be loved by her.

so it’s just something you’ve had to live with if you want to keep leon in your life. he’s a good best friend, and a reliable shoulder to lean your head on when you need him. he’s always been there for you; this is your time to be here for him.

you let him in, having him sit on your couch while you get him some water and a blanket. you sit next to him while he tells you what happened. the details aren’t important, what is is that his hand is on your thigh as he talks, and you’re not sure if it’s only for the emotional support that physical touch brings people.

“i think i need some space from her. i think… i don’t know if we should break up… should we? do you think that’s for the best?” he asks, looking up at you. he truly values your opinion, even if he doesn’t know it’s secretly biased.

“i think it might be if you’re feeling this miserable,” you tell him, and he looks down at his hand, finally seeming to realize he’s been massaging your thigh muscles for the better half of ten minutes.

“oh, shit! sorry…” he apologies nervously, but doesn’t take his hand off of you.

“are you gonna.. let go?” you ask him, raising an eyebrow, and he doesn’t seem to have an answer.

“…do you want me to?” he asks in return, his voice is more timid than usual. he seems… nervous.

“no,” you say, and you make eye contact, suddenly a little bit closer than before, “it felt good…”

he nods slowly, not towards anything in particular, “i really appreciate you, you know…” he says suddenly, “i like being here with you. i like…” his voice trails off, his face seeming redder than usual.

you don’t respond, hoping that maybe he’ll build up the courage to say the final word, you. (you know he won’t).

“can i ask you for a favor?” he says, and you nod attentively, not realizing that you’re touching his arm in a soothing motion, but he definitely does, “can you tell me to leave… if you don’t want to deal with me being needy right now?”

“you’re not being needy because you need emotional support, leo—”

“not that kind of needy,” he says. when the dots connect in your head, you have to physically prevent yourself from gasping.

“leon, you- you have a girlfriend! i… i’m not just going to-”

“but i need you… please, don’t think about her. i… i’m gonna break up with her,” he tries to convince you.

as much as you want to say no, leon, you’ve said that before when she’s hurt you. you’re always going to keep running back to her, you can’t. clearly you don’t have it in you to turn him down. though a part of you aches knowing that it’s not you he needs, it’s just someone. someone to kiss away his worries and make him feel valuable.

you still press your lips to his shoulder, making your way up his neck to kiss his tear-stained cheeks, “no more crying,” you whisper to him, hands holding him gently, like he might just break, “only good feelings when you’re with me.”

“only when i’m with you,” he echos mindlessly, holding you back, hands on your hips to hold you close to him. it really hits you what leon meant when he said he was needy. he didn’t just mean he was horny, though you can tell he definitely is, but if he breaks up with his girlfriend, he doesn’t belong to someone. isn’t claimed, isn’t taken. is it a little insulting? maybe.

are you going to turn down the opportunity to fuck your best friend and make him yours, even for just a night? absolutely not.

“please,” he voice is strained, entangled with a hunger you’ve never gotten the pleasure to see in him before. even just thinking about the way she was allowed to touch him, the way you just know he looked at her like she was the stars in his sky.

you can see something else in his eyes now. he’s insecure, nervous, timid. he seems to be exuding this vibe of ‘i’ve never been good enough for her. please let me be good enough for you.’

he says to you, “wanna be yours.”

and so you let him, because you’d give leon anything, “i’ll make you mine, i promise,” you whisper in his ear, “can i kiss you?”

he forces out a shaky breath, nodding. you lean in to kiss him, fingertips brushing against his jaw. he makes a sound of pleasure, of satisfaction. your free hand reaches up to run through his hair.

when you pull away, his lips chase after yours, not wanting the moment to end.

“i need you,” he whimpers softly, eyes shut tightly for fear that you’d see him and hate when you saw in your best friend, “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

“‘s okay, baby,” you mumble, pressing another kiss to his lips, which he accepts gladly, “you belong to me now, mkay? i’ll take good care of you. forget about her, you’ll be mine from now on.”

his heart skips a beat. he nods enthusiastically, “yours,” secretly, over the time of your friendship, his heart has always yearned for belonging, but especially to you.

and much later, when you’re both finally satisfied, his mind is quieter, not telling him all those bad things. instead, he’s laying on his back, enjoying the way your hands touch his neck and shoulder in smooth, comforting motions. he holds you with an arm wrapped around your waist like he’s pleading for you to never leave him.

maybe leon did like you in that way, it definitely seemed like it from the way tonight went. or maybe he didn’t, and he just needed someone to take him and make him theirs. he needed to belong to someone who wants him and needs him, to be useful and pleasurable to them. he gave you his all in hopes that you’d take him and make him feel wanted again.

who really cared about the semantics when you get to be with him in this moment? you appreciate every second more as he brushes a piece of your hair behind your ear and smiles softly at you... like a lover would.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

drabble #13 - the massage

kai parker x reader

summary: kai's sure he'll win the bet. you're positive he won't.

tags: massage, teasing, clingy!kai, minor mention of murder (bc it's kai)

word count: 835

a/n: idk why i'm in my cheesy fluff era of writing, but here's more

“Relax,” you giggle, feeling his muscles tense. 

“I’m trying! It’s weird.”

“It’ll feel so much better if you stop moving around.”

“What are you even doing?”

“Trying to help you relax.”

Kai sighs, clearly unsatisfied with your answer. Nevertheless, he stops adjusting his position and takes a deep breath.

“There you go.”

He mumbles something incomprehensible, but you don’t respond. After a second, you start again. The massage tool in your hand makes a slightly squeaky sound as you run it up his back. You make circles on his shoulder blades, then inch up to his neck. He shrugs his shoulders uncomfortably.

“Kai!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No! Yes! I don’t know!”

“Pick one. Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“Don’t stop. I like it, it’s just weird.”

“I can be more gentle.” You do, but he only mumbles more.

“Now I can’t feel it at all.”

“Well then you’re going to have to sit still.”

“I just… what are you even holding?” Without much warning, he flips around to face you. The massage roller in your hand receives a weird stare that makes you laugh. “What even is that?”

“It’s a little tool that helps you relax by easing the knots in your neck and back. Now do you want me to continue, or not?”

“Where do you buy something like that?”

“Literally anywhere. Dollar Tree. Target.”

“I’ve never seen that in my life.”

“Your life has never lived in this decade, Malachai. You lived in the nineties for twenty years.”

“Rude.”

“I’m just saying! Things are different now. We have massage rollers.”

“Weird.”

“Unless you’d prefer to go to an actual massage person, but I bet you’d chicken out.”

He gives you a look. “Me? Chicken out? Do you know who you’re talking to?”

“Um, yes, actually. I’m talking to someone who would absolutely chicken out if anyone but me was touching them.”

“Bet you twenty dollars you’re wrong.”

“You don’t even have twenty dollars.”

“Yes I do.”

“From where? You-”

“Borrowed some the other day.”

“Borrowed?”

“Stole,” he corrects.

“You- Kai!”

“It’s okay! He was using it anymore!”

“Now why’s that? Is he dead?”

“...Maybe.”

“Kai, you can’t-”

“He shouldn’t have made that comment about you within my earshot. He had it coming.”

“Good lord, boy.”

“So twenty dollars I can get through this message-”

“Massage.”

“-thing you’re talking about. I win, you owe me.”

“Probably won’t happen.”

“Guess we’ll see.”

You’ll admit, Kai being anywhere without you gives you an extreme amount of anxiety. Not only because he’s a sociopathic serial killer, but also because you’re overprotective of him almost to a fault. Despite his bully-like attitude to many, he’s a child at heart. He’s gone through so much to make him the way he is, starting in early childhood, and you can’t bear for him to have anymore trauma. It’s probably toxic, thinking of him in such an endearing way, but you can’t help it. You love him. 

“It’ll be one hour, okay?” The massage therapist says as she takes him back. You nod your head at her and Kai’s little wink, then she brings him to the back. 

He bonded to you immediately. Maybe it was because you could see past the bad boy persona he donned on to gain respect. Maybe it was because you were the first to give him a second chance after the merge. Regardless of the reason, he learned you were a person he could trust, so he did. And even though all your friends tell you you’re brave to be friends with such a dangerous person, you’re there for him anyway. He’s pretty sure he loves you, even though he’s afraid to admit it. 

You pull out your phone to pass the time with a game, but no more than ten minutes later, the therapist returns to the waiting room. She catches your attention with a cough, to which you look up questioningly. 

“He’s asking for you,” she says. “I think he’s nervous.”

A little smile creeps on your face at the knowledge that you’ve won. You were right, and he was so determined he could beat you. “Okay.”

She brings you to the room where he’s lying down on the table. You can’t see his face until he pops up slightly to look at you. 

“Hi.”

“Hi there.”

Neither of you bring up the bet. Boy, he does look nervous. A non-joking Kai is a worried Kai, and for a split second, you wonder just how bad of an idea this is. 

“Can you just stay here?”

“Of course.”

“I’m gonna need you to relax,” the woman says, seeing the tension in his muscles before even touching him. 

You take his hand in hopes to reassure him. A little squeeze elicits a deep breath, and a lot of the strain drops. 

“Good. Let me know if you need anything.”

He shakes his head despite the awkward position on his stomach. “No,” he mutters, rather muffled, “just them.”

[theythinkimsuchagoodboy]

What if after we fucked that one time after the office holiday party we became friends, great friends and our friendship became desexualized overtime and you really trusted me and didn’t think of me as an older married perv you could get off with, but as one of your closest, trusted friends who you went to when you were upset. And we started hanging out once in a while and you’d be so relaxed around me, and one night we’d get a little bit drunk and you’d tell me how tense you were and I’d ask if you wanted a massage and I'd start rubbing your shoulders and you’d start relaxing and my hands would be all over your shoulders and neck and slowly down your sides and up your front and you had stopped wearing a bra around me because it didn’t matter we were such good friends right? And you’d feel my hands working on your tits eventually and it felt so so good, but you know, a little weird, but you’d let me keep going because it was just a massage and we were just friends and then my hands would be under your shirt focusing on your nipples and tits exclusively. My hands groping you from behind, one of your best friends, and you’d feel how hard my dick was, pressing into your back, but that’s just a natural occurrence, no big deal. I’d never try something, right? We're just friends, right? I’ve met your partner! They trust me, too. I'm just your friend, and I'm married, too, I’m just making your body feel good. It's not sexual, right? 

And I suggest you lie down so I could work on your legs. And I start on your calves and it feels great and then your thighs and your lower back and butt. And then mostly your butt and just below it and I suggest maybe you take off your jeans because I can’t really get the right traction and you agree because we’re friends it’s not sexual. And I spread your legs just a little bit and keep working on your lower ass and upper thighs and inner thighs, closer and closer to your pussy. And you’re surprised because your pussy is getting wet which you hope I don’t notice, but of course I do because you’re soaking your underwear and I can tell and then you feel my hand on your cunt as part of the massage but non-sexually, as if there’s a way for one friend to rub another friend’s pussy and it not be sexual. It feels really good and you let out a little moan and are embarrassed and you apologize and I tell you it’s ok and pretty soon you’re moaning as I’m rubbing your pussy exclusively now and you don’t want to admit it, but it’s definitely sexual and you’re cheating on your partner which you never wanted to do. 

You never imagined it would happen with me but it feels so good and you tell yourself it’s a massage and as long as it’s just my hand it’s not that big of a deal, it’s not really cheating, but then I pause for a second and you’re still in bliss and kind of out of it so you’re surprised when you feel my weight on top of you and more surprised when you feel my hard cock press against your opening. And you think this definitely isn’t ok anymore and you think we shouldn’t do this and you think you don’t want to fuck me and you think why would I do this and you start to struggle, your hips bucking, but I’m stronger than you, and I press your face into a pillow so your shouts are muffled, but you’re soaking wet and I slide easily into you and you let out another moan because it feels so good to have a cock inside you again after so long. It's been years! And you don’t want it and you want it and it’s confusing, but as I move inside you, in and out all the way, slow at first, then faster and harder, it’s not so confusing anymore and you arch your back to let me in deeper and you grip the sheets as we fuck and you’re moving with me and moaning with every stroke and you lose yourself in an orgasm and I ask if you’re on birth control and you grunt no and you somehow feel me get harder inside of you and I tell you I want to come in you. I ask if it’s ok and you’re confused again because where else would I come and you start begging me to come inside you. Please you say, please please please fill me up and then I do and collapse on top of you. And you don’t know what our friendship will be like tomorrow but after a few minutes you wriggle out from underneath me and put my dick in your mouth to get me hard again because if we’re going to ruin a close friendship, let’s really ruin it you think. If I’m going to really cheat, let’s make it worth it, you think. And you didn't know I had set up a camera to make a video of it so we're really going to keep doing this over and over and over whenever I want, aren't we?

[s1ckh1mb0]

Nsfw!! Gyro x reader

Cw-hair pulling, slapping, talk about body hair?, lil bit of degradation, just pure smut

Based off this lovely tweet from mwah😙

Also based off of some headcanons I have for this fine man

You could tell your lovely weirdo of a boyfriend was pissed off. He came in your shared home seething and mumbling to himself about “some stupid assholes who think they know everything.” God only knows who’s be talking about this time but with your guess you were going to say it was probably Dio. He was sitting on the couch with his arms folded still just angrily mumbling to himself when you walked over. You started massaging his shoulders and planting small kisses from his neck to his face “What’s wrong love?” Once you asked that it was basically over he went on a 10 minute tangent though you didn’t mind and lended a listening ear for him. But he was heated in-fact he was so mad he actually started getting hot which led to him throwing his hat and shirt somewhere when he took it off.

You couldn’t help but look over his body, he had quite some muscle to him but a softer stomach. Not only that but he was covered in hair (not to the point where it’s like he never shaves) covering his arms, legs, but your favorite part his happy trail. You didn’t even realize how long you had been staring until you heard him clear his throat. Your face heated up in embarrassment as you finally looked away “I’m sorry baby I know how much Dio gets on your nerves is there anything you want me to do to help you out?”. He thought for a moment and decided to not let this chance go to waste.

Within seconds you were forced down to your knees with his thumb in your mouth “Just need you to sit there and look pretty for me~”. You were a bit shocked but decided why the hell not it’s least you can do for him. There he was in front of you, your handsome boyfriend jerking off to you. It was entertaining but you wanted to help him so you when you wrapped your hand around his dick he quickly slapped it away and gave a light slap to your cheek. “Don’t be dumb baby I gave you simple fucking instructions but it seems you can’t even follow them hm?” Maybe I’ll have to teach how to listen when someone tell you to do something. Now be good and maybe I’ll reward you” At this point he was gripping your with a sadistic smile.

This was a bit new never had seeing this side of him before. But you weren’t complaining you were loving every minute of it. Meanwhile Gyro never stopped thrusting into his hand. Seeing the different emotions on your face did nothing but fuel him even more. He was getting closer and it was obvious to you. His moaning becoming louder and he started rubbing his thumb over his tip just like he did when he sent you videos of him jerking off. It’s like you have your own personal camboy. “Shit gonna f-fuck gonna cum~” he threw his head back with a loud moan as he came all over your face. When he finally came down from his high he gave you another slap before scooping some of the cum onto his fingers sticking them in your mouth. He smiled as you started licking them clean “That’s a good little pet”

Ps y’all should totally follow my Twitter where I post nsfw concepts<3

[krav3nn]

what iffff

you and bill had a cute little self care night! like full of kisses, face masks und little massages. just taking care of each-other after tour??

sorry if it’s bad i really am not great at requests- but i do have maybe 1 or 2 more if you need/want them💕

༉‧₊˚🕯️SELF CARE NIGHT ༉‧₊˚🕯️

UGHH I LOVE THIS REQUEST!!!! This is the best prompt ever, idk how I didn’t think of this! Your GENIUS! Thank you so much for requesting I love you pookie. Anyways, you ask you shall receive!

BILL KAULITZ X GN!READER

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

I’m so bored!” You groaned rolling onto your back on the floor “I have an idea of what we could do.” Bill said with a smirk on his face. You sat up and threw your pillow at him with a groan. “phff sorry baby I can’t help myself.” Bill says with a chuckle “yeah yeah whatever billy, do you have any REAL ideaa.” You said playing with his hair. “Hmm.. I don’t know but if anything I wanna do somthing relaxing. This past month has been exhausting.” Bill said with a sigh

You and tokio Hotel had been on tour for the past 31 days. You and bill were the singers in the band and had it rough. During the signing you would get unwanted comments, (which bill did NOT let slide) And y’all did a bunch of different concerts. Moving from place to place just tired you out. You and bill were just so glad to be back home.

At his words you sit up and gasp. “THATS IT!” You say running to your bathroom where you kept your skin care. Grabbing two silly face masks, moisturizer, and two cute little animals headbands to hold your hair back. Bill was just sitting on the couch in confusion, hearing you rustling in the bathroom.

You quickly ran bad and jumped next to him, showing him the face masks in excitement. Bill laughed loudly. “Can we do these billy?” You say shaking him. “Ughhh fine only because I love you.” Bill said kissing your head. You squeal in excitement as you hand him the two face masks. Asking him which one he wants. The dog or the cat face masks. Bill obviously choose the dog because he’s a dog person.

You also grabbed the headbands and put one on bill but his long hair with still going in his face a bit so you run back to the bathroom and get a black and red scrunchy. You run back to bill and giggled as you put bills hair up with the scrunchies. “Do I look stupid?” Bill says with a laugh. “You could never look stupid” you say kissing his lips.

You ripped the mask sheet open, at sit on bills lap to put the mask on him. “Scheisse! That’s so cold!” Bill says. “Ugh stay still you big baby.” You say with a chuckle as you smooth out the mask on bills skin and quickly burst out into giggles. Running to get your camera to take a picture of him, he just looked so silly! You ran back and took the picture of bill sitting on the couch, making a funny face with the dog face mask on him.

“Okay okay! I wanna put yours on now!” Bill said, grabbing the cat face mask and opening it. You sit crisscrossed and close your eyes getting ready for the cold that was about to envelop your face. Bill puts the mask on your face and it was indeed cold. Once it was on, you opened your eyes. Bill looked at you and laughed. “Now we look silly together!” Bill says grabbing your hands and pulling you off the couch, jumping up and down with you and just being giddy.

After 15 minutes you both took the face masks off. Bill grabs your waist and pulls you down on top of him. “Bill!” You say with a laugh as you wrap your hands around his neck and sigh in content. Bills hand massage all over your body, rubbing your shoulders, your back, your butt, you’re legs, exc. you find yourself dozing off to sleep. Every few seconds you would feel a kiss on your head, and comforting words in your ear as you and bill finally fall asleep in each others arms….

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

A/N: Again thank you to this person for requesting this. I’m sorry this took so long for me to write this and it was so short. my adhd brain kept getting distracted. Buttttt I hope this lives up to your expectations, your royalty ‼️

[iamnotoriginalphil]

hello! it's me again. may i request reader giving larissa a shoulder massage followed by a head/hair massage because the concluding day warrants it, and larissa deserves to finally relax. r let's larissa talk and rant, which gradually slows down because larissa's getting sleepy. when r feels larissa's head slump, she tucked her in the bed, and just after reader closes her eyes, larissa cuddles with her, saying her thanks and good night.

i hope this is okay. thank you!

- ♡

Sorry this took so long. I hope it was worth the wait.

Larissa sat heavily onto the bed, sighing. You looked up from your book, taking in the curve of her shoulder. You put it aside, crawling over to her, hands on her shoulder. She lent back into your touch, sighing again.

“Long day?” you asked.

Your thumbs began to dig into knots you could feel in her muscles. She hummed, the contended one you knew so well, and yet still craved to hear every day. She rolled her neck, stretching as you worked on her shoulders.

“I don’t know what’s going on with the students today,” she said, “it’s like there’s something in the water.”

“What have they been doing?” you asked.

“I have seen maybe seventy of them today,” she said, “all sent to my office for acting up in class. Usually good enough students but today they were all just acting out.”

She moaned as you dug in to a particularly tough knot. You smiled to herself, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her neck. She tilted her head, letting you press another one to her skin.

“I don’t understand why they can’t behave,” she groaned.

“What’d they do?” you asked, fingers beginning to stroke along her neck.

“Disrupting class, not handing in assignments, fighting,” she sighed, “one threw paint at a teacher during art class.”

“They threw paint at the art teacher?” you asked, slowly pulling the pins out of her hair.

“No, they threw paint at the biology teacher who happened to be walking past the open door,” she replied.

“In that student’s defence, he is renowned for assigning too much homework and not letting kids go to the bathroom,” you said, keeping your smile to yourself.

“They still shouldn’t have done it,” she replied as your fingers began to gently probe at the base of her skull. You heard her yawn.

She lent back into your touch, lips parting in another sigh. It was easy with her, letting your fingers explore her scalp, finding where the tension was.

“I just don’t know what to do with them today,” she said, eyes sliding close, “seventy kids all acting out and they were all acting like it was normal.”

“New moon tonight,” you said, “and Venus is going to be visible in the sky.”

“You think celestial bodies are making my students lose it?”

She made a small noise as your fingers continued to massage her scalp. Her shoulders were beginning to relax and you could feel her body slumping back against you. You pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

“I’m just saying that’s going on today too,” you hummed.

“Mmm yeah, I suppose so,” she said.

Her head tipped forward, chin resting on her chest. You smiled, gently pulling your fingers from her head, gently lying her back on the bed. With careful hands you pulled her shoes off, lining them up at the end of the bed.

You pulled the covers over her, climbing in beside her. She sighed, shuffling closer to you but already her breathing was beginning to grow deeper, more even. You reached over, turning the lamp off and letting your own eyes closed.

A warm arm snaked across your waist, a nose burying against your neck. You lent your head over, moving your body closer to hers. You laced your fingers through hers on your stomach.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, barely conscious.

“Any time, beautiful,” you replied, “sweet dreams.”

She said something in return, slurred with sleep, not quite words. You listened to her breathing even out until you were sure she was asleep. Then you could let yourself follow suit.

[maiikawriter]

For @rinweek2023 Day 4, Rin’s Birthday

Words: 803

Pairing: Kakashi/Obito/Rin

Rating: G

Title: Migraine

Rin wakes to the sensation of an elephant sitting heavy and immovable on her head. Rolling into her pillow does nothing to abate the crushing sensation, even though gravity now defies that possibility. She groans. She knows what this means, especially when her stomach gives its two cents with a sudden lurch.

“Happy birthday to y–”

“Not now.” Rin shakes her head, rubbing her pounding forehead into her pillow, praying to everything that is holy that Obito will listen to her and immediately cease the birthday singing.

“Ha—Rin?” Obito plops down beside her.

The mattress shifts under his weight, tilting Rin so her head lifts from the meager sanctuary of her pillow. Obito’s hand is there immediately, warm and merciful against her skin, cupping around her forehead.

Rin whimpers and squeezes her eyes shut.

“Oh, no!”

“Too loud, too loud,” Rin whispers.

“Not on your birthday.” Obito massages Rin’s forehead before kissing her cheek.

“Here,” Kakashi’s voice calls from across the room.

Rin doesn’t have to open her eyes to know when Kakashi crosses the room to meet them. She can smell the soap and water on his skin, pungent and fresh as he draws close. Her senses are always sharp when she’s in this state. Too sharp for her liking.

“Kakashi,” Obito whispers, though, adorably, he’s still too harsh in Rin’s ear, “Rin’s having a migr–”

“I know what she’s having,” Kakashi huffs before cupping his hand around Rin’s and depositing a small pill into her palm. “Why do you think I brought this?”

“Water?” Rin requests.

Kakashi curves calloused fingers around the knuckles of Rin’s other hand and guides her palm to the cold, smooth kiss of glass. “Of course. You’ll have to sit up.”

“Come on, Babe,” Obito says, hoisting Rin gingerly by the shoulders.

Even with her boyfriends’ help, moving doesn’t come easy. Rin wants to curl into a ball, to cover herself in heavy blankets and darkness until all sensation fades away. But she knows doing that won’t be enough. She’s better off taking her medicine early. Maybe, if she’s caught it soon enough, she can beat this thing and salvage some of her birthday.

“Kakashi,” Obito says with a loaded message in his voice that literally goes over Rin’s head as she tosses back the pill and swallows it with a gulp of water. “You know this means we’ll have to cancel the–”

“What do you need from us, Rin?” Kakashi’s voice is also loaded with many words unspoken between Rin’s boyfriend.

She’s grateful for the silence of their conversation. She’s grateful for the gentleness with which Obito lies her back down and tucks the blanket up to her chin. She is so grateful for the softness of his kiss as his lips caress the side of her neck.

Rin leans into Obito and hums. “More of that. Kakashi, get in here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t question her, Kakashi,” Obito chides softly. “It’s Rin’s birthday. We’ll do whatever she wants.”

Rin shivers, recalling birthdays past where Obito had spoken those exact words when Rin felt well enough to use the bed for more fruitful purposes than being nursed. Now, as Kakashi slides beneath the covers beside her, Rin can only appreciate her boyfriends’ bodies for the soothing heat they can provide her. It feels like every inch of her skin is tainted, vibrating with pain—until their physical contact dulls those horrid sensations.

“Hey,” Kakashi whispers softly against the shell of Rin’s ear, “we’re here. We’ll spend the whole day here if you want.”

“I’m sorry,” Rin says, cringing as it occurs to her that there exists a world beyond this bedroom. “You two probably planned something so…so thoughtful.”

“We can still be thoughtful now,” Kakashi says, winding his arms around Rin’s waist and hugging her close. “Don’t apologize to us.”

“It’s probably our fault you have a migraine in the first place,” Obito says.

“Speak for yourself, Loudmouth,” Kakashi says.

“Kakashi,” Rin scolds.

Kakashi rolls his eyes. “Maybe I shouldn’t have poured you that wine.”

“Maybe?” Obito snorts.

“Both of you,” Rin says, wrapping her arms around her boys and drawing them into her. “Quiet.”

“Right,” Obito says, “quiet.”

“Sorry, Rin,” Kakashi says, snuggling his cheek into her. “Happy birthday.”

“We love you,” Obito says before planting a soft kiss on Rin’s shoulder.

The love she feels between them is a palpable, savory thing. Rin sighs into her pillow, accepting the lovers on either side of her as her shields against the world until this untimely migraine will pass. Eventually, the sensations around her will come with less pain, and then she’ll gladly welcome them. She’ll be happy to explore the world outside with her boys, to celebrate her birthday belatedly once she’s feeling like herself again. For now, this is the happiest she can be on her birthday.

This is more than she could ever want.

[stxrmylxve]

Hii!!(:

Can i request Hanma x Reader where reader is overthinking a lot of things which makes them really quite (like they think about who they are too much for everyone, always annoying, that’s they’re a loser, like yk the usual overthinking which hurts themselves a lot) and Hanma talks with them about it and comforts them? It doesn’t have to be these exact thoughts but like i’m having a really bad week rn and everything and i just need a little comfort with my favorite character 🫠

if you don’t want to write that, it’s okay!!(: i hope your doing good, byee!!<3

Hi ofc!! That sucks, I hope your week gets a bit better :(

You stared off into space, tracing the wall with your eyes as your mind became louder and louder.

'they think i'm a loser... don't they? always clumsy, just a stupid little kid. which they're not wrong, i guess i am pretty dumb. maybe i should-'

"Y/n?" hanma's soothing voice brings you back to reality as you refocused on the meeting.

"yes?" you say quietly, watching mikey dip his head down as hanma runs his hands down your spine.

"you alright?" he asks, pausing as you stiffen at the question.

"yes." is all you can offer, holding back your tears with all of your might as you turn to face him with a weak smile and a nod.

He frowns as checks the time on his phone, sighing when he does the math saying there was still another hour in the meeting. He grabbed his bag and took hold of your hand, telling Kisaki to take the rest of the notes and to fill him in as he led you out of the room.

"but- the meeting!" you say, trying to pull away, but he kept going until you both got to the elevator.

"you haven't focused anyhow, why does it matter? if you're down, please start to tell me..." he says, running his tattooed hands through your hair as your tears prick the edge. The tears eventually fell as you lean into his chest, crumbling in the elevator as it went down.

"it-it's just too much!" you babble, hitting his chest lightly as your tears became coated with worry and anger. "school shouldn't be this bad, why is it so hard for me? and you, always taking care of me... I just- i don't know what to do..." you hiccup, clinging onto his shirt as you covered your face with his jacket when someone awkwardly got onto the elevator.

"get the fuck off of the elevator." hanma growls, making the person rush out of the door before it closed as fast as they could. Hanma let out a sigh as he pulled his hands from your hair, leaning down to hook his hands under your thighs as he pulled you up.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, your tears still flooding but becoming less and less as you snuggled into his neck. His strong cologne relaxed you as he waved to the front desk lady, pushing open the door with his leg as he walked out towards your house.

"i'll take you home and we can talk there, yeah? only if you want. but I will get your favorite candle from my house on the way there. maybe we both just need a massage to relax, hah." he says, rubbing circles into the small of your back as you hummed in agreeance.

While it may not seem it, he was a true gentle giant with people he cared about and would drop everything to help them.

I hope this cheers you up! sorry it was so short, but i think it did its' purpose. sending hugs and kisses! <3

[igotanidea]

Clingy - Matt Murdock x reader

Story asked by anon:

Hey, I know it's kinda cliche but could you please write frank(or matt, or poly fratt)/f!reader getting into huge argument, reader is called clingy etc, so she stops giving any kind of attention to frank/matt, with happy ending 🥺❤

Hope you enjoy :)

A/N: There's a little easter egg in this story, marked with (*). I wonder if you will come up with the source of this reference :D

- Hi, Mattie – I opened the door to his apartment and immediately went t hug my boyfriend. Regardless of the fact that he was a bit distant of late I still kept my affectionate attitude towards him. Matt could be … harsh, especially after his night shift, but deep inside I always knew he appreciated my love language. – How was work today? – I embraced him from behind breathing in his signature smell

- Hello, honey – no difference this time as he leaned into my touch, all his body slowly relaxing as my hands move towards his shoulders – same old, same old, you?

-Stressful, not gonna lie about that. But I’m home now with you, so maybe we could have a nice, peaceful evening together?

-I don’t know about the evening – he hedged and turned to face me – but how about I make you dinner instead? We can talk and then….. – I already knew what he was going to say

-  Mattie, please…. You can take one night off. I know you think this whole damn city needs you, but I do to. I need you tonight. Please – I cupped his cheek – please, stay. Don’t make a girl beg. – I smiled sadly.

-As much as I love to hear you beg for me….

- Stop teasing, Murdock. Please, please say yes. – now I grabbed his hand and interlaced our finger to remind him how well they fit together. How comforting and satisfying it will be for him to be with me instead of running the street getting beaten up. – Please? – I pouted and made puppy eyes. He may not have seen them but surely he knew how I was playing.

- Damn it, honey, you can be so convincing at times.  

- Believe me, I’m only getting started.

***

So he stayed with me. We haven’t really had an evening together for weeks now and I was truly going crazy because of the time apart. Sadly, he did not seem to care or at least care in the same way I did. I mean, I knew well enough that his love language was more acts of service which he was showing as Daredevil, but I needed touch. That was the way I was showing affection. Hence after having dinner I just made him lay down with me and embraced him tightly. The light in Hell’s kitchen was slowly dying, most of the people were safe in the houses, the movement and haze slowly coming to halt. That was the moment to bring another part of my plan into life. Gradually, almost inconspicuously I slided my left hand up, moving towards his hair, massaging his scalp, earning  a small groan from him.

- Mattie – I muttered against his chest, fingers of my left hand tracing shapes there – I meant what I said… I need you.

- Do you now? – he shifted his position, grabbing my waist and facing me.

- Not just now. Always.

-I like the sound of that, darling – painfully slowly he climbed up on top of me and pressed his lips on mine with hunger and passion.

I could not hold back a moan. God, how I missed this. His touch, his undivided attention towards me. I didn't even realize how neglected I truly felt for the last couple days. Our kiss was becoming more passionate, Matt slowly moved his mouth to my neck, collarbone and breast.

- You’re breathing has fastened, darling. What is the cause of that? –he smirked, his hot breath on my skin.

- I don’t know – I gasped as his hands moved under my shirt, caressing my ribs and skin just below the bra -  it's not like there’s anyone or anything to turn me on.

- Isn’t it? – he resumed his little kisses and bites, which were definitely going to leave a mark the next today – maybe this no one should try harder than? What do you think, sweetie?

-It’s always worth a shot. But I would suggest picking up the pace – I buried my hands in his messy hair  as Matt started kissing my stomach.

-You are so impatient…..

- Can you blame me? You are the one who left me ….. – suddenly he raised his head, tilting it slightly towards the window as if he heard something. I was less than happy about it and was not going to hide my annoyance – why did you stop? – I whined – come back to me – I reached my hands towards him in best effort to make him resume, but he shook them like an irritating fly.

-Could you not? I’m trying to …. – he hissed

- Matt. Don’t. You promised me.  No Daredevil stuff tonight, remember? I….

- Oh for god’s sake! Someone is in serious danger, why can’t you understand that. Do you really want me to leave someone in need? Is that what you want? If someone ends up dead because you kept me here, would you be able to deal with that?

-I don’t want to ….

- Shit! Why are you so clingy and selfish?! – he jumped up from the bed leaving me both unsatisfied and frozen by the words.

-Clingy? – I repeated - Selfish? - anger was rising inside of me– is that what you really think? That I ask my boyfriend of too much? God! Matt! I just wanted you to be with me. Like really be with me. With both your body and mind, but you always seem to be elsewhere!  

- You don’t understand it. No one does.

- You know what, you are right. I don’t. All this time I was here, dealing with what you doing by night, never saying a single word of complain – I started gathering my things and fixing my clothes. – Tending to your wounds, hugging you when you needed,  giving you comfort…

-Well, I’m not like you! I’m not going to just sit and do nothing while there are bad people there. If you don’t understand it by now, then maybe we should not be together.

Oh, how painful words can be. Like a knife straight to the heart. I opened my mouth, unable to process what he just said to me. Was he breaking up with me? I really thought we were having a moment but apparently it passed. For good. A single tear rolled down my cheek but I quickly wiped it off. Matt has this signature look on his face, when he knew I started crying but said nothing. His whole body and gazeless eyes full of regret when he took a step forward, but I instantly backed off.

- Goodbye, Murdock – I managed to say before sprinting out the door, shutting them behind me. As soon as I was out of his reach I leaned over the entry from without, falling to the ground, sobbing from all the harshness coming from my boyfriend. Or maybe ­ex-boyfriend, since I had no idea where this mess left us.

He knew. He perfectly knew I was crying my heart out on his doorstep and yet he did nothing about it. He went to help some poor soul of hell’s kitchen. I was barely capable of moving and it was already dark outside so with shaking hands I retrieved my phone from the bag and called the only person I could trust with everything that happened, Matt’s superhero alter-ego included.

-Foggy – I sobbed – I need your help. Can you please pick me up from Matt’s?

***

- What happened? – Franklin Nelson aka Foggy, Matt’s and my best friend run the stairs losing his breath somewhere in the middle. Between the call I made and his arrival I managed to calm myself down and was now just staring into the wall, numbness overwhelming my whole body. - Hey, hotshot, what’s the emergency?

- I think Matt and I just broke up.

-Wait, what? No way. I don’t believe that. What exactly went on? Is there any chance you are overreacting? – he crouched next to me, patting my knee in attempted reassurance.

- I never overreact, you know that. I am not like those girls who make a mountain out of a molehill.

-I know – he sighed – but hey I’m trying my best here.

- I know – I sighed gathering myself – sorry, Foggy. That came out way harsher than intended.

- No offence taken. Now, talk to me – he looked me straight into the eyes – What went down?

- He left me.

- What? – Foggy frowned in confusion.

- We were … you know – I waved my hand trying to make it as little awkward as possible  - having a moment and then he just heard some voices or maybe screaming, don’t know, don’t care, and went to do his devil shit.

- Oh, oh, that is bad. A girl should never be left undone.

- Foggy! – I gasped scolding him and hiding my face in hands.

- What?  - he shrugged – it’s universal truth. Now, I believe Matt is in dire need of a good lawyer.

- And why is that?

- Because if you ever decide to press charges for jeopardizing your integrity and destroying a relationship I will be your legal representation - he smiled proudly and I couldn't hold back the tiniest of smiles - As we all know, I am a hell of a good lawyer, so Murdock won’t ever realise what hit him.

- What would I do without you and your infallible sense of humour? – I let out a little laugh

- You would be rooting on the floor outside Matt’s apartment – now, get up before you get sick from the coldness. Let’s get you home. Or maybe you want to stay at my place?

It took me a minute to convince him that I’ll be fine to spend the night at my own. However, since I was dealing with a lawyer, he made me promise I will walk to work with him the next day. It was going to be awkward, since it was Thursday and on Thursdays and Fridays I was always helping Nelson&Murdock in their administration work and papers. Seemed like a long way to weekend.

***

It wasn’t as awkward as I imagined.

It was way worse.

For the entire day Matt was just successfully ignoring me, talking to clients, Karen and Foggy and one time even to the neighbour from across the floor, everyone but me.

So I had no choice but to requite like for like. If there was anything, anything that required Matt’s decision or attention I spoke to him through the other member of the law firm. Foggy was familiar with the situation and he was dealing with it, but Karen was far more impatient and irritated by being used as a messenger between Matt and me.

-Ok, that is enough! – she finally snapped confronting us – what the hell is going on between you two?

- Nothing – Matt spoke first – everything is going on well, isn’t it, honeybee?

- Right – I confirmed crossing arms over chest – perfectly. Just, you know, normal relationship hitting rock bottom due to some particular circumstances.

- Oh my god, did you guys have a fight?

- No – we said in unison.

- We had a um...., a talk  - Matthew explained turning his head away – nothing to worry about. Now, I got to get back to work.

- Yeah, nothing to stress over. I have work to do too. After all, someone I used to know is a workaholic on two utterly different fields so perhaps I should follow the lead – I walked the opposite direction of the room while Matt locked himself in his office.

- Guys … - Karen throw her hands up making greatest, yet completely futile effort to make us come to terms with each other. I wasn’t sure if there were any pieces left to pick.

- It’s fine, Karen, really, don’t worry about it. And by the way I will probably be taking a day off tomorrow, so …

- I almost forgot – Matt emerged from his office – I have some things to take care out of the office tomorrow so you will be on your own. No worries – he looked towards my direction, once again this sad, almost apologising look on his face. 

That bastard heard my every word and outhustled me! I should be mad because of the games he was playing so why was it that I had a feeling he was trying to make it better?

***

Friday passed without any troubles. With Matt out of the office the atmosphere became lighter as after work me, Karen and Foggy went out to Josie’s for a drink. It was their suggestions that now I was probably fresh out-of-relationship (because Karen was smart enough to wrap her head around the situation) I should clear my head and maybe flirt with someone else. I passed hard on the latter and gladly accepted the former. Broken heart needed time to heal. I couldn’t just jump straight forward into a fling. However, even if that was my opinion on the matter, some dudes at the bar had minds of their own.

-I’m going to grab us drinks – I offered standing up from the table and heading towards the bar while Karen and Foggy were playing (Karen) and trying to play (Foggy) billiard.

-Hey, doll – one of the man sitting by the counter – how about I buy you one? Such a pretty face should not be here all by herself – he moved closer. Too close for comfort and I instinctively moved back.

-I’m not alone. I’m with my friends, over there – I glanced towards my companions.

- They see rather busy with each other – the second man came from my other side, so now I was squeezed between them, my heart race fastening significantly – how about we take care of you, pretty one? – he laid a hand on my tight putting some unpleasant pressure on it.

-I can take care of myself – I assured .

-Sure you can, doll. But a man’s attention is always worth it, trust me, you won’t regret hanging out with us.  – ok, now they were definitely too close and sure as hell way to touchy, Foggy has now realized what was going on and was heading my direction but someone else was faster.

- I suggest you leave the girl alone – of course it was Murdock. I wondered why the fate decided to mock me that way.

-And what will you do if we won’t? – the first man eyed Matt up and down – It’s not like you can beat us, blind man.

- You have uneven breathing – Matt spoke calmly not even reffering to the previous sentence – probably some lungs issue. A little pressure in the right place and you will be suffocating. As for you – he directed the other man – that displaced bone in your arm is only waiting to snap it. And trust me, it would be painful. Excruciatingly painful – he put on his signature smirk.

- This man is a freak. Probably a devil himself – if only they knew how close to truth they were. – Let’s get out of here – they rushed through the door.  

- Are you all right? – Matt turned toward me.

- Yes. Thank you, Murdock. – after those couple words we just stood in silence. Matt opened his mouth like he was trying to add something but Foggy chose this moment to finally reach the bar.

-Hey, are we ok here? What was that?

- Nothing – I mumbled – who won the round?

-Karen of course, I am terribly terrible at every sport, this one included.

- Can I join then? – Matt chimed – to even the score.

Foggy hesitated. He was torn and dragged into a fight between his best friends. This must have been hard on him too. Being loyal to both sides of conflict. I decided to be merciful and spare him this dilemma as I nodded my head in agreement.

***

After that little encounter at the bar me and Matt went on radio silence. Weekend passed at the speed of light and in rather lonely atmosphere. Then Monday and Tuesday. I was purposefully trying to avoid any news concerning the devil of hell’s kitchen latest activity but it was hard since he was almost everywhere. I hated myself for that but I was still catching up with Foggy every night to make sure that whatever Matt was doing left him breathing and alive. But that was just it. The rest of the feelings for him…. Well, to be honest, they were still there, but I was hoping time will heal the wound.

Then, something changed on Wednesday. I came back from work with groceries and a bottle of wine ready for a new season of my favourite TV show with a clear plan for the evening and night. Unfortunately it only came to partial fulfilment. I was in the middle of episode three when I heard a knock on my door. At first I got scared. Who on earth could possibly pay me a visit at 10 pm? Should I grab something to protect myself? Like a baseball bat, maybe (*)? Slowly reaching the entrance I peeked through the viewfinder and sighed in a mix of relief and frustration.

-What …. – I began after opening, but I was never mend to finish as a pair of soft, yet a bit swollen lips landed on mine, familiar, calloused hand closing around my waist and pulling me close towards toned and bruised chest. I was taken by surprise and without having a moment to think what I was doing in some crazy reflex I kissed back, my muscle memory making me burry my fingers in Matt’s stoked hair. – What …? – I tried again but he silenced me by putting his index finger on my mouth.

-Shh. Let me speak, please. I am so, so sorry, sweetheart. I called you selfish, but the only egoistic one in this relationship was me. I realised how unfair that was of me. And I missed you.

- You also called me clingy – I reminded.

-Worst mistake of my life. A week without your touch and hugs and your sweetest little kisses. A torture. Way worse than all the pain from my street fights. I was such a fool, darling. Can you forgive me? – Matt put our foreheads together trying to convey to me how sorry he was.

- How can I? – I tried to move away but it only caused him to tighten his grip – How do I know you are not going to do the same thing following week? And then again and again? How do I know we will not be going around in circles all the time? How, Matt? Give me something, anything to hold on to. ­– please, please give me something plausible – I silently begged in my mind.

- I am here, now, right? I’m not leaving you. No daredevil tonight, I swear. Just me and you. Please, you have to believe me. I really do want to make things between us right. Please … - once again, this sad, pleading eyes that always made me melt. How weak was I?

- One chance, Matthew Murdock. One final chance. – my voice broke – Look, I don’t want you to give up something so important to you. That would be selfish. I just need you to promise you’ll be careful. And that you will have some more time for me not as your nurse to tend to your cuts and bruises but also to me as your girlfriend. Is that really too much?

-No – he leaned forward trying to capture my lips once again.

- Promise me – I didn’t let him kiss me. – seriously, Murdock.

- I promise. Cross my heart. Now can I have a kiss?

- No. Since apparently I am too clingy, you're going to have to work to deserve it.

- You are not going to let this go easily, are you?

- Not in a million years. Not get inside – I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the flat – you have so much work to do to earn what you need.

- Why the wait then? – he  pulled me towards him smirking and my heart skipped a beat at all the crazy thoughts and possibilities coming inside my head.  

@pinksirensong

[shabbytigers]

“musculoskeletal problems idk”

“middle age idk”

look, my current issues are muscle in nature but it’s not muscle fatigue, it’s chronic and driven by shitty skeletal infrastructure. muscularly speaking i am several dozen chronic spasms, knots, and compensatory cascades, ranging from years to decades old, clumsily jerry-rigged together with scotch tape and elmer’s glue in order to prop up a trenchcoat.

(bathetic aging late transitioner whinge below the cut. scroll. i’m 11 weeks into what needs to be a 10 week max T depot cycle and it and i both suck very much)

aging:

things stiffen and freeze up. you get out of school and college, there’s a lot less random ambient encouragement to do sun salutations, so you stop doing them. eventually you try to do one and your back no longer smoothly uncurls itself in order vertebra by vertebra, there are little cliques of vertebrae that stick together and move as one. various muscles slowly tighten and knots appear, mostly quiet but worrying when prodded on a massage table, and they don’t go away. some years ago i noticed my left achilles tendon hurts for the first forty to sixty minutes of walking. eventually i got credible advice to stretch my calves out about it, do that regularly, helps a bit, but it’s still a thing. just a lot of that sort of shit on and off

and i do think that’s mostly The Human Condition and just how middle age generally is

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in my case tho there are some extra twists!

imagine that nature delivered unto you unsolicited a sophia loren type situation. super wide pelvic bone, chest such that you eventually figured out to shop the uk or poland for functional support garments (the us industry is/was appallingly bad), narrow waist, and short torso, on which your ribs bottom out just a few cm above the mighty pelvis. a zero brakes silhouette: no latitude on torso free of major curvature.

this frame is not functionally optimized for dynamic action (might have worked well for having babies idk)

it makes it quite effortful and costly to perform such radical bold actions as: standing or sitting up straight. two weeks after violently deaccessioning 1400 grams of chest tissue last fall, i realized i could sit upright in a kitchen chair at a table in comfort, with no urgent need to move to the squashy reclining-friendly furniture as soon as food was over. it was like a miracle. i’m angry

so over the decades i’ve accumulated a lot of assorted fuckery in the neck and shoulders and lower back and so on just in the course of wrangling this egregious motherfucking lemon of a vehicle around and as a bonus, both my kneecaps are malaligned such that my stability going down steep hills is poor: big fun with an exaggeratedly asymmetrical weight distribution!

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in hindsight everything wrong with me except the knee deal is secondary sex characteristics. but the problem felt so specific and idiosyncratic for so long—i didn’t conceive of it as ‘built like a woman’ so much as ‘built like a janky jessica rabbit’—that it didn’t occur to me for a long time to scribble gender assignment as such on the issues whiteboard. my cohort was ill equipped for such introspection and i had the impression from 1992 thru the mid 10s that ‘trans’ meant people like venus xtravaganza and that it wasn’t my lane (i’m sorry but fuck the movie paris is burning with a chainsaw)

of course, given that deep infrastructural issues like wide pelvic bones aren’t actually fixable, i’m not sure how much it would have helped to cop a clue sooner. other than, you know, maybe not spending so much of my life completely checked out idk :)

[ipegchangbin]

I like the name of power thought anon <3 btw I didn't really come up with the term...idk if you know these you tubers but they're called noel miller and Cody ko and they have a series called "that's cringe" where they react to/comment on cringe/corny/cheesy content and of those videos is about an alpha male routine and the guy in the video had a book called "POWERTHOUGHTS" and they made fun of it , so know every time I think of smth remotely smart my brain goes POWERTHOUGHT

tw mommy kink ( maybe ), subspace, nicknames like good boy <33

n e ways here's a power thought :

the act of masturbating in front of reader makes channie a bit uneasy. this is something no one has ever seen and since he's extra shy having 100% of readers attention makes him nervous.he covers his eyes first and keeps them shut but with gentle and encouraging coaxing, he opens his eyes and really tries hard to keep looking at her but its hard </3 yet still they tell him to keep stroking himself and talking to him in a soothing voice, encouraging him <33 I found this OF model on tiktok who does mommy role-plays ( don't judge me im fragile and sensitive 😭😭😭😭) their @ is mrslevicoralynn and im gonna come clean here...she makes me weak in the knees

there's this one video where she bends down to the camera, smiles and softly says "did you make a mess?" and wipes the lens NOW IMAGINE....reader saying the same thing after channie cums and cleaning him up. somehow jerking off under readers scrutinising stare made channie have an orgasm so intense it leaves him in subspace. so reader gives their best and cleans him up and massages his legs and shoulders that were straining under the stress of trying not to come too soon. they pepper kisses on his face and neck and tell him that he did well. he gets called a good boy which just makes him preen under the praise and he weakly tries to hug them closer to himself. "channie was good, channie was good" is a mantra he keeps muttering to himself until he conks out in readers arms

thank u for having me and thank u to everyone who liked the prompt and thank u for entertaining my nonsense , much love to u <3

welcome back powerthought anon!!! and happy birthday to our subject in question, poor subby chan !!!

the thing about crybaby chan that gets us all going is that, as you said, he’s shy. in that state, he’s completely vulnerable: you have your eyes all on his body, going over his sensitive areas, and he could feel his skin burn up even if you’re a meter or two apart. you’re touching him with your gaze alone and he already feels like he could see white.

just imagine the look he gives you when he finally stops being so shy. beady eyes that look up to you with hearts in them, lips in a natural pout to show that he’s subconsciously asking for kisses, his cheeks and huge nose heated and flushing with color…couple that with the sweet whimpers he makes as he’s losing the ability to form words and coherent sentences under all the desperation and need for you 😵‍💫

you praise him over and over, knowing that he loves your calming voice whispering sweet things the most. “that’s it, good boys don’t stop. make a mess for me, don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”

in contrast to your sweet talk, all he could do is mutter “ah” and “oh y/n” over and over again, but you can’t blame him when he went from reeling in pure shock to having the love of his life eat him up without actually doing much.

except at some point, i’m sure he slips and calls you “mommy” as he’s about to finish (in this household, pet names are gender neutral). that’s when you fully realize that he’s in subspace, and you can watch him slip in real time.

“ah, y/n, y/n—hmm, mhmm, m-mommy, i need mommy.”

“does my good boy want me?”

“y-yes! channie needs mommy. baby’s been good!”

you’d usually tease him if he’s truly been good considering the fact that he was touching himself without your permission, but you just can’t now; not when he’s crumbling like this.

he grabs around any piece of your skin, mind hazy and body reacting as if he doesn’t know what to do, only to be completely overwhelmed by his orgasm. he literally doesn’t even have the capacity to think and be aware of how embarrassing he might look: to you, though, it’s never pathetic. he’s always adorable and beautiful to you.

you uttering “mommy’s here” is more than enough to have him clinging to you like a koala. he’s probably a trembling mess by then and you have to clean up a lot. that boy cums a lot but he’s just being good for you!!

he loves it when you care for him. it’s something he still feels guilty about considering he’s usually the one caring for others, but he gets off on the thought that your words aren’t empty. you love him, he loves that you love him, and he loves you too :’))

p.s. holy shit no wonder your anon name sounded familiar!! i havent watched cody ko and noel miller in SO long 😭 BUT IT FITS

p.p.s. no judgements here at all in fact iM LITERALLY GRATEFUL YOU SHARED THAT MODELS ACCOUNT,,, my tiktok fyp is too full of dumb shit i needed more hot stuff like that </3 never feel guilty for indulging !!!