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megthemewlingquim · 3 months

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love's perfect ache

Summary: Your husband wants nothing more than to love you breathless.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: smut! Matt is a soft dom (that alone deserves a warning); fingering, multiple orgasms (one somewhat forced but it is not non-con); dirty talk

A/N: Holy shit. So. A lot of things have happened since I last posted. Some of these things include but are not limited to

a) I have been seeing someone romantically for a year and four months

b) I'm graduating with my Bachelor's Degree in Education in May.

c) I've been Student Teaching full time in order to graduate, so I haven't been able to write.

However, these last three days have given me a spark of madness. I first started this draft a little less than a year ago, and only now have I finished it.

This fic is based off of... personal experience. ;) I hope you like it.

The clatter of plates and silverware jumps through the apartment. The smell of shrimp scampi still lingers in the air, though the windows have been opened and the leftovers have been put in the fridge.

Matt leans his arm over the back of the couch as he sits down, relaxing into his seat. A small part of him wants to go back to you, the remarkable woman behind him who had insisted on doing the dishes and taking care of the leftovers yourself. “Go sit and be handsome,” you’d said, kissing his shoulder. “I can manage it.”

Oh, you.

You never like asking for help, or accepting it when it is given. Not that you think you’re above it, but because you don’t want to trouble anyone else with anything.

He doesn’t love that, but he loves you.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, toying with the ring on his finger.

“Yeah?” you ask from behind the counter.

“Mm, nothing,” he mutters. “Was just thinking ‘bout you.”

The hum of amusement you give him is a common little sound. One of quiet acknowledgement. It’s almost like you’re numb to what he’s telling you.

Selfless, as always.

The sound reminds him of more intimate times between you two. Sighs, moans, squeaks, breathless laughs and barely audible whines. All from you. And then, he thinks of what you say to him sometimes, when he offers to do certain things.

“It’s alright, baby, you don’t have to.”

“I don’t need to finish. It’s okay. I’m too tired.”

“Honey, I’m good. I promise. You don’t have to do anything.”

Matt snaps back to the current moment. His heart hurts.

In the two years that you’ve been married, you’ve had a bit of trouble; not only with accepting help or kind words or generous gifts of affection, but with accepting pleasure too, pleasure that Matt so willingly wants to give to you. He knows about that, how you find it difficult to fathom the love he has for you and the ways he wants to express it.

Yes, you’ve discussed your kinks and your turn-offs with him. You’ve been intimate, and you’ve enjoyed it immensely. But you’ve never quite gotten to where he wants you, to where you should be.

You deserve pleasure, and you don’t see it.

Matt’s jaw clenches.

“Honey?” he asks. “You good?”

“Yup!” you chirp. “Just putting the last pan away."

“Ok.”

Thirty seconds pass. He hears you, in that time, put the last pan into the lazy-susan cabinet and wipe down the counter one last time. Then, you step away from the kitchen and sit next to him on the couch with a sleepy little mumble.

“Everything okay?” Matt asks softly, leaning in to nuzzle into your neck. He leaves a feather-light kiss there.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Everything’s… good.”

“I have an idea,” he mumbles into your skin, his hand trailing up your thigh. “And I need to know what you think about it.”

“What are you thinking?” you ask, a hint of a smile in your voice.

“Well, I was thinking… that we could… have some fun.” Matt grins.

You breathe outward, silently, your breath heavy and shuddered, as his lips trail to the back of your neck and he bites into the flesh.

“I’d like that,” you say.

“I wasn’t finished. We have some fun… but I spend the night just… letting you feel everything. I want to make you come, sweetheart. A lot, if I’m honest.”

He can hear the sharp inhale — quiet but noticeable — and how your heartbeat picks up almost instantly. His grin widens. “I want to spoil you tonight. All I want you to do is lay on the bed and be your beautiful self. I’ll do the rest.”

“I — um — ” you stammer, “you don’t have to do that — ”

“Uh uh.” Matt shakes his head. “None of that now. I want to do this. You don’t see how much you deserve this, honey. What is it that you’re afraid of?”

“ ‘m not afraid… just…”

“Just?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re too damn humble for your own good, you know?”

You shrug.

“Baby, look at me,” Matt says softly. When he knows you have done so, he says, “If you really don’t want to, we don’t have to. But I’ve noticed it. I just wanna give my girl what she deserves. Will you let me do that? Even just for tonight?”

It takes a good ten seconds for you to give him the slightest sound of approval. A tiny little “uh huh,” close to a whisper, but he can hear it.

“That’s my girl,” he says, grinning.

Matt carries you to bed bridal-style, shutting the door behind him with the back of his foot, and sits you on the edge of the bed.

He starts by just kissing you; your lips, your cheeks. Softly, gently, with both hands coming up to your jawline and your neck, thumbs swiping your cheeks and temples.

His affection is always, always welcomed. You have never felt safer than when you are in his arms — those same arms that are often covered in bruises and scratches and blood, those same arms that drop snitches from buildings and punch the daylights out of bad guys. You have never felt safer.

His hands fall down to your chest, your waist, lightly applying pressure or squeezing gently. You're in the warm embrace of someone who could break you, and the fact that he chooses to treat you with such delicate care makes your heart swell and your chest ache with such love — and this turns you on even more.

Matt treasures you. Cherishes you.

He sighs into the kisses he gives. “You have no idea how much you turn me on,” he says, his voice low. “You know that?” He moves his head up and kisses your forehead; his lips linger there for a while. “And you don’t even realize it… you don’t realize that I get off by making you feel good.”

What Matt has just said to you doesn’t register fully until he’s already laid you down onto the bed, gently pushing you down with his right hand. He straddles you, taking his shirt off and throwing it on the floor. “You beautiful, wonderful, lovely girl.” He leans down, kissing your clothed chest and your stomach before shuffling your pants off of you.

He gets in between your legs, sitting on the bed sideways but still facing you. You’re wearing black boyshorts, the comfiest pair you own. Matt’s favorite. He likes imagining how the black would look on you, and how the cloth would hug your hips.

His hand gently strokes the crotch of your underwear, the pressure sending sparks up your privates. It’s so much different, you think, to have someone else’s hand there rather than your own.

“You smell so good,” he mutters, in that tone of voice, and you know that he’s not talking about the vanilla eau de parfum you put on every day. No, he’s talking about a different scent you give off.

You flush, embarrassed, crossing your legs and putting your face in your hands. His hand stays where it was, unmoving, between your legs.

A finger moves, right over your clit, and you twitch.

“None of that,” Matt whispers. “No hiding today. I want to see your pretty face.”

“You can’t see,” you whimper through your hands.

“When has that ever stopped me?” he says, and you know he has that shit-eating grin on his face. “Come on,” he coaxes, “take your hands off your face.”

You don’t move. “Matty…”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, sweetie.” A finger moves on your clit again and you gasp. “You’re so beautiful. Every part of you. Even the parts you’re insecure about…”

When you say nothing, he moves his finger again and you twitch at the shock it gives you. “I’m not gonna do anything else until you take your hands off your face,” he says, and you know he’s serious.

Matt’s finger moves for the third time and that’s when you remove your hands. His little chuckle sends shivers down your back.

“There,” he says, “there’s my pretty girl. See? Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

His hand, quick as a bullet, goes into your underwear and cups your pussy, adding pressure again. A strangled sound comes out of you and you cover your mouth. Matt chuckles again, and coos at you, "Aww, what? What's making you so shy? You know I love hearing you."

The teasing is too much now, but you can't seem to get over your shyness. You whimper into your hand, moving your hips to try and get some more friction. It works, but only for a second. Matt immediately notices what you're doing and he draws his hand away again.

"What do you need, baby?"

"Ffffingers."

Matt nods and shuffles you out of your underwear.

Slowly, he puts a finger in you, keeping his eyes lowered and concentrating on your feel, your sounds. The relieved sigh is all he needs, and he stays where he is, knuckle deep inside you. He doesn't move it yet, and instead, he chooses to feel you clench around his finger to no avail.

"So warm," he says, "so warm and wet."

You flush, embarrassed at that. For no reason at all, you've been self-conscious about that part of you, and how it looks, smells, tastes. You turn your head and try to keep yourself away from the praise he's giving you.

Matt tsks. "None of that now. It's beautiful, honey. You're so beautiful."

"M-Matt," you whimper, "no."

"Yes," he says, and starts to move his finger. In and out, slow and steady. The burn and stretch is a welcome one, but you start to feel something else. Almost like a wall, a barrier to your pleasure. You can't come without that wall being torn down.

"Can — can you get the vibrator, please?"

"It's been a while since you've asked for what you want." Matt grins. "That's a good girl, hm? Of course, I can."

He moves, pulling his finger out of you and getting off the bed. He opens the nightstand drawer next to the bed and pulls out a magenta colored vibrator.

Matt gets back on the bed and puts his finger in you again. The wall comes back once he starts moving his finger again, but this time he puts the vibrator in your clit and presses a button. It buzzes to life, only on the lowest setting, but it's enough.

The wall comes down and all you feel is pleasure. You sigh, relieved. The vibrator is a nice distraction from the stretch.

"There you go," Matt says quietly. "Just feel that, honey. I've got you."

I've got you.

The reassurance that Matt gives you is both comforting and sexy. You like being submissive, and you like being taken care of. More than anything, you like being taken care of by the man who made his vows, before God and the world, to be your husband for the rest of your lives.

You melt into the bed as he continues to make love to you. Subspace is setting in and your mind goes fuzzy. You wouldn't normally describe yourself as a pillow princess, but here, right now... you are. And that's what Matt wants.

He smiles, shushes you gently, and this hurls you down into subspace even more. "Such a good girl," he whispers, "always so good to me. Just let me take care of you."

And with that, you're gone. Completely vulnerable, giving yourself over to Matt. And he finds it so lovely. so beautiful, how much you trust him.

"I think what you need is a little more... maybe right here — "

His fingers do something else, they go lower and deeper. Immediately, you feel like you're being punched in the stomach, but the sensation itself is far from painful. You can't stop yourself this time; you moan, a choked sound, and you bury your head to the side and into your pillows. Dear God, if Matt keeps this up, you're not gonna last much longer.

"There," he says, his voice low but filled with warmth, keeping his fingers moving right there, in and out, "that's what you need, hm? I know, honey, I know."

Matt knows you. He knows you, inside and out, body and soul. He knows your laugh, your smile, your voice, your smells. He knows how you moan, how you shiver, twitch and gasp. He knows what makes you tick. He knows how you come, what you need to get there. There's nothing more comforting — or sexy — than that.

You're unbelievably tense - your entire body is stiff, coming close to that edge. Matt can feel it, simply on his fingers, but he can hear it, too: the way your breath hitches and the way your moans increase, both in frequency and in pitch. He can feel your blood flowing, he can hear your heartbeat increase, feel how warm your skin has become. He notices all of these things, and he thinks it's the most beautiful thing in the world. A small part of him is still regretful that he cannot see, but only because... oh, what he wouldn't give to see your face.

"Matty," you whimper, "M-Matty, I'm cc-close. I'm so close—"

He loves hearing that desperation in your voice. You're starting to move around, turning and panting, almost in an attempt to get away from the pleasure that's sure to overtake you in a few moments. He can sense how tight your eyes are closed, how dry your mouth has become from all the sounds - oh, the beautiful sounds - that you're making, how tightly your fists are clenched, and where your arms are going. You don't seem to know exactly what to do with your hands. A few times, it looks like you debate whether to hide your face again, but you don't do that.

"M-Matty!"

And he knows, then, that you're peaking, that the orgasm has already begun and you're just on the edge of letting go, letting it completely overtake you. You've given yourself completely to him, and you're at his mercy.

And the Devil of Hell's Kitchen does have mercy, believe it or not.

"Come for me, sweetheart," he whispers, with such gentle fondness and delight that you have no choice but to obey.

You're gone, your body in flames and filled with electric sparks. Fireworks.

The sound that comes from you then is the most beautiful sound Matt has ever heard. He's heard it before, and he will never get tired of it. It's a sound of release, of letting go... a cry of pleasure, almost a guttural scream and a shuddered breath all at once. It's an orgasmic wail or sometimes it is even a period of silence where you are just completely lost in the agonizing ecstasy of it all.

You're coming, and you're coming hard... He always knows what to do or say to make that happen. When he married you, he made a vow to himself to always make you feel like the most satisfied woman in the world. It's always a reward when this happens, when he can hear and feel you like this.

It's a long one, he realizes, because you gasp and shiver and twitch and spasm and cry out in surprise as the waves of pleasure keep rushing over you. He laughs, then, a small amused chuckle that leaves you even more breathless than you already are. Matt delights in making you feel this way. If he could go down on his knees and beg God Almighty to let him do this forever, he would.

"Oh, that's it," he coos, "that's my girl."

His praise, combined with the continued moving of his fingers - shouldn't they be getting sore by now? - only makes your orgasm last longer. Once it begins to fade, your body relaxes and you breathe out a sigh of contentment and warmth. Your eyes remain closed - and it's probably a good thing, because the way Matt is looking at you now would be enough to kill you with how loving it is The aftershocks of your orgasm - little jolts of pleasure - start to course through you.

"That was beautiful," he mutters to himself. "I think I want another from you."

You eyes snap open. "Honey," you mumble.

"What?" he asks gently. "I know you can." His hands are moving now, all across your body in an attempt to soothe you. You look down and see the tent in his pants: he's never been so hard in the years that you've known him.

"You need help with that?" you ask with a smile, sitting up. By the direction that your voice is going, he knows what you're talking about.

"No, no, no," he says, using a hand to push you back onto the bed. "Don't change the subject."

"I wasn't."

"Yes," Matt kisses your chest, "you were."

"I can't come again."

"Yes, you can." Matt clicks the vibrator on again and, before you can move away, puts it on your clit.

Your whole body seizes up, your clit goes numb, and all you can feel is good, but too good. Your mind blanks. You shriek out a sound of surprise and pleasure and agony, your body instantly trying to get away. It's too much, you're too sensitive, but he won't let up. He holds you down, shushing you again as you let out little cries and sobs and moans. Your body convulses, twitching in his grasp.

"Shh, shh, baby... I got you. Remember that. You're alright."

"MattMattMatt — I can't!"

"Yes, you can," he says again, firmer this time, but laughs as you try to get away. "Just hang on a little longer, you'll feel good again. Your body is already adapting to it. You're okay."

And of course, it's true. Your body is already getting used to it. Your sobs die down and now, the pleasure is bearable. Extremely good, actually. Your moans are weak, your eyebrows are furrowed, and your eyes are shut again. The convulsions are stopping, and now all you can do is feel it all again.

"That's it, bubba," Matt says, "see? I know you can handle it."

He puts two fingers inside you, slowly, and the burn is less uncomfortable now. A guttural sound leaves you again as you're filled up, and once Matt starts moving again, you tense up immediately. Two fingers and a vibrator are a recipe for an extremely quick orgasm, and you both know it.

"Baby," you whisper.

"What?" he coos. "Is my girl close already?"

"Nnngh," is all you can reply back. "Mm hmm."

"That's what I wanted," Matt says quietly, triumphantly. "You don't have to say anything anymore. Just feel it."

It doesn't take much longer for you to get close to coming again. Especially when Matt begins to drive his fingers into you harder, faster. You can't even speak anymore; all you can do is vocalize; moan, whimper, gasp. And you know that Matt is having the time of his life. One of the first things he ever said to you about things like this was that he'd get off by getting you off, and that has always stuck with you.

Your legs start to quiver.

You peak again, sobbing out a high pitched whine. The feeling is strong now, like an unstoppable force is meeting an immovable object. Your body is tense, unbelievably so, and the pleasure keeps building, but it never crests. It never reaches that point. That's the trouble of having one orgasm after another. It's hard to come. "MMMatt, pplease, please, p —"

"Shh," Matt says again with a grunt, "don't worry. We'll get you there. Relax as much as you can. Remember, I'll take care of you." You try your best to relax your body but it's still a bit difficult. All the while, Matt is practically shoving his fingers into you now, relentlessly, and you start to hear noises down there that send your mind reeling. Your back arches.

"You fuckin' hear that?" Matt's sudden vulgarity is a surprise. He's ravenous. "Oh, you want it, don't you?" He hoists a leg over your own to keep you from moving. "You're so close. Stay here, don't run away from me."

He pauses, but his fingers keep moving. "I'll get some restraints later."

After a few more seconds, it finally hits. You crest, your orgasm starting again, and all you can shriek is a simple, "Oh, oh Jesus — "

"Just come," Matt says quietly. It contrasts heavily with the way he's ramming his fingers into you. "Don't do anything else. Just come. Let go. Let go, let go, let go — "

And, with the encouragement comforting you, what else can you do but do as he says? You're stuck in place and your mind is mush. You come with another wail, this one stronger and more primal than the first, louder too, and you see stars behind your eyelids. Your leg is shaking, and if your other one could move, it would, too. Your clit is warm, almost numb again, and your arms are quivering above his head. The sounds from your privates get more intense, and Matt grunts in exertion. You don't know anything anymore, you can't think or speak. All you can do is feel, and that's exactly what Matt wanted from the start.

You're sure Matt's senses are overloaded. Sound, smell, taste, feel. He can hear how desperate and overtaken you are, he can smell and taste your arousal and sweat in the air, and he can feel your quivers and shakes and your tightness. He's rock hard now, and it probably hurts a little, but he doesn't care. You're all that's on his mind and once again he wishes that he could only see your face in this moment.

"Oh, look at you," Matt praises, slowing his fingers now. You're a mess, a beautiful, satiated mess. There are tears in your eyes and sweat on your brow. Your hair is tangled and unkept, and your knuckles hurt from how hard you've been clenching your fists. It's amazing how this is only from a fingering, but you needed this. You wanted this, as shy as you were to admit it. You pant, weakly, your legs completely unable to move. You're jelly, practically limp, and you twitch and shudder as the last of the aftershocks hit you.

"Can I put it in now?"

You shriek and Matt laughs, falling beside you and immediately wrapping his arms around you. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, baby." He kisses your forehead and cradles your head to him. "Such a good girl," he says, "you did such a good job. I'm so proud of you."

You swallow, and the saliva is a welcome sensation on your dry throat. "I think... I'll call off of work tomorrow," you pant. "Holy hell, Matty."

"Careful," Matt says, "if you do that, I won't be able to stop myself from doing this all over again once you wake up."

"I'm in danger," you say with a breathless laugh. "Just be gentle, okay?"

"Of course," he says, "always. I'm so happy that you allowed me to do that. It's been a while since you've given in that much. You don't know how hot it is to me when you let go like that."

You look down and see the tent in Matt's pants again. "Do you want me to take care of that now?"

"When you're half asleep already? I'm good, honey. That will go away eventually. But it'll be there in the morning, waiting for you. And I may or may not slip out in a few hours and get some restraints from the sex shop later. You may or may not wake up with your arms and legs tied to the bed. Just be warned."

It isn't long before you slip into sleep, completely exhausted but satiated and happy. And while you sleep, you can still feel Matt's lips on your forehead, and you think you can hear a small, "I love you, sweetheart," too.

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whatwouldsylwrite · 1 year

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At least I got you in my head (3)

(2.5)

Summary: Abby is straight. And then you move in with her.

Tags: modern au, fem!reader, straight!abby (she is doing some comphet bullshit), pining, idiot in love and it's abby, reader is gay and tired.

Notes: gay yearning, homoerotic friendship, injuries, jokes about reader being weak but it's a comparison of average human/mma fighter. Abby is stupid, and they're both so delusional with "we're just friends" I feel like I need to write parallel povs with them so you'd see what the other actually felt.

Taglist: @abbyily @lillysbigwilly @gravygranules @blairfox04 @frogtits1 @ccinnamongrl (if you want me to tag you for the whole series dm me please)

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October rolled around and you felt like both of you finally got completely comfortable with each other. You spent a lot of time together when you both were at home and you made plans for weekends and free evenings, so your friendship was flourishing. Your stupid, unnecessary, nonsensical crush was flourishing too. You were pressing all your feelings down as best as you could, but when Abby laughed at your jokes your heart swelled with affection and even if you scolded yourself it didn’t work.

You needed a better way of getting over Abby. (some would say you needed to concentrate on Abby’s flaws - stubborn, leaves cups everywhere, has a hard time admitting she is wrong - but you’ve been down this road before, and it didn’t work, fuck you Jessica).

Sometimes you’d feel like you had a chance - when Abby hugged you tight or blushed when you flirted with her or when she affectionately called you a shrimp because you were hunching over in your chair while you were doing your homework. You’d have to snap yourself out of your delusions because you couldn’t afford getting your hopes up, and the constant reminders in your head actually worked. If you couldn’t get over Abby at least you could contain it at the level you weren’t hurting. You’d take that.

You turned your key in the lock and opened the door to your apartment just to be surprised when you saw the lights on: usually when you came home Abby wasn't there yet. You felt somewhere between worried and curious why Abby was home early.

You took your coat and shoes off and went to find Abby to check on her; you saw the light in the bathroom and the door was open, so you approached carefully in case she was naked.

"Abby?"

"Oh! Hi." Abby said and something clank on the sink.

"Can I come in?"

“Yeah.”

You walked into the doorway and gasped when you saw Abby’s face. You came closer immediately, looking at her face with worry. She had a bruise on her cheekbone, her lower lip was swollen with a small cut in the corner of her mouth.

“What the fuck, Abby?" You asked, for some reason trembling from worry. "What happened? Fuck, do you need to see a doctor?"

You held Abby by her neck, looking over her face, terrified and hurt from seeing Abby hurt. Who would do this? What kind of sick, violent asshole would attack Abby in the middle of the day? What did she even do to provoke such a response?

But Abby smiled, hissing from pain, and stroked your forearms.

"Hey." Abby said gently, soothing you. "Everything's fine. Wasn't paying attention during practice, caught some of the punches."

"Fuck, I forgot." You sighed, relieved. Abby was fighting for fucking fun, of course. "I thought someone attacked you."

Abby laughed and kissed your forehead to soothe you, her lips soft on your skin. You felt your chest flutter, but the relief you felt was bigger - Abby was okay, she was safe and these injuries didn't come from someone's violence.

"Are you cleaning them?" You nodded at her bruises.

"Yeah."

"I'll help you." You said firmly and made Abby sit on the edge of the bath, looking up to you, amused. "Don't look at me like that, I can't cope with people being hurt."

"You're too sensitive for your own good." Abby said kindly.

"I care about you." You said quietly as you wiped the blood from the corner of her lip, and Abby stared at you. You heard her breath hitch - she was shocked. "What, you thought I didn't?"

"No-no. I know you care about me." Abby mumbled and looked somewhere over your shoulder, avoiding eye contact. You could understand that, being so close to someone would make some people feel awkward. "You're so gentle." She scoffed as if it offended her, because Abby was all about I can take it so don't go soft on me.

"Exactly why I said I'd do this. You, idiot, like to tough it up and suffer." You narrowed your eyes playfully and slapped your hand on the sink. "Not on my watch."

"How many vine compilations have you watched, grandma?"

"Takes one to know one." You scoffed and looked over her cut. You turned around and looked for disinfectant in the cabinet; then you took a piece of cotton and held it under Abby's chin so you could rinse the cut without applying any pressure. This disinfectant didn't hurt, so you were pretty calm about rinsing with it. "Okay. Do you have any healing ointments or whatever you use when you get hurt?"

"Yeah. Over there. It's for the bruise."

You nodded and gently applied the cream on Abby's cheekbone, your fingertips like feathers on her skin. Now Abby stared at you without hiding, looking at your face as if it was some kind of puzzle. She probably didn't even register that, so you didn't bring it up to her attention, not wanting to embarrass her.

"Okay. I'm done."

"Thanks." Abby said quietly and you smiled at her.

"Be careful next time. I thought you have gloves for a reason. How did you even get your lip cut?"

"I don't know, It just happened. The punch wasn't even that strong." Abby rolled her eyes and some part of you wanted to laugh because she was cute, but the other part reminded you that Abby was big and strong and actually fucking dangerous.

Yeah, she was cute when she scrunched her nose, but it was the way a lioness was cute. Little kitty from afar, but even the thought of it noticing you would make you hold your breath in fear. A lioness wasn't a kitty. A lioness was a killing machine that would overpower you and kill you in five minutes. This hit you in a way you wanted to press your thighs together - Abby was so much stronger than you just based on the fact she was a martial artist, and it made you feel things.

Things you needed to press the fuck down and make yourself forget them.

"Are you hungry?" Abby asked suddenly and you looked at her, surprised.

"Yes."

"I'll cook tonight."

You raised your brows, surprised.

"You know how?"

"Fuck you." Abby laughed and gently shoved you out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. "Just because you're my housewife it doesn't mean I can't cook."

You sat on the chair and watched Abby cook with a mock worry, teasing her that she'd poison you, but Abby didn't mind. You actually knew Abby was a good cook, judging by how well organised her kitchen was when you moved in, but you couldn't miss a chance to tease her.

"Behave, (y/n). Or I won't feed you." Abby said sternly, but this little command caused a knee-jerk reaction, pressing your buttons in a delicious way. You took a small breath to calm down the sudden haze from her words and came back to reality. "Threatening works, huh?"

Threatening, yeah, of course. Threatening.

"I have a fight on Friday. Do you want to come?" Abby asked as she stirred the vegetables in the pan. "At five."

"Yeah, I do. I'm afraid I'll have a heart attack if I see you hurt, but anything to support you, babygirl." You winked and Abby laughed.

"There is going to be a party after the fight too."

"Cool."

You weren't sure if alcohol plus Abby's company was a good idea, especially since you'd get more sad that you wanted her, but couldn't have her. And drunk cuddles would definitely hit differently and in not a good way, because now you felt something. So right now - though you didn't admit it yet - you weren't planning on going to that party. That September outing was enough for you to understand you needed to protect your heart.

You snapped out of your thoughts when Abby stopped and rolled her arm, hissing. You frowned in worry, and when she looked at you, she explained.

"My shoulder."

"Did you get hit there too?" You raised your brows.

"No, just sore. I tried to massage it, but I couldn't reach it."

"I can massage it for you later, if you want." You said before you could even process the implications of your words. You said that on pure instinct "people say I'm good at massages and Abby needs help", but if she'd agree it'd mean you'd touch her.

Like. Naked back and everything. Shit.

"Oh, you're so fucking nice, (y/n)." Abby cooed and you huffed. "Thank you."

"Feed me first." You said just as sternly as Abby said before, and she chuckled.

"Or what, your weak little arms won't have any energy?"

"The fuck." You asked, dramatically offended. "My arms are strong. No, don't even look at me like that, Anderson, I'm not arm wrestling you."

"Because you're weak as a noodle?"

That was definitely the payback for saying she'd poison you with her cooking.

"You just want to feel that you're stronger than me, don't you?"

"Come on, it will be fun." Abby said, now very into the idea of arm wrestling you. She wiped her hands and sat opposite of you, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Yeah, for you." You rolled your eyes but put your elbow on the table. "Why do I even put up with your shit?"

"Because you love me, obviously." Abby rolled her eyes in return and your heart sank down in pain and came back in a matter of milliseconds.

"I'm just nice."

Abby wrapped her fingers around yours, delighted how your untrained hand was smaller than hers. Your hand was hot and dry, and your hold on her was strong - well, as strong as it could be for someone who occasionally went to gym. Your nails were short and neatly filed, you didn't wear nail polish. Abby suddenly remembered how Ellie explained to her why her nails were short with a shit-eating grin (for fucking, Abigail, for fucking) and even though it was funny then (yeah and nail polish is too gay, right?), it wasn't funny now, with you.

Why the fuck she was so bothered you had a sex life? She wasn't in any position to police your life and especially your private life. She really needed to be a better person.

"Ready?"

"If you break my hand you're paying for it."

"Ah, don't worry, my dad is a surgeon."

Abby counted down from three and let you show your strength first to not demotivate you, but even like this she showed you you had no chance against her, because while you flexed all possible muscles in your arm, she was almost relaxed.

"Yeah, you're a weak noodle." Abby said, smirking.

"You're a noodle." You puffed as you tried your best to move Abby's hand, but Abby didn't bulge. "Come on, give up a little."

Abby laughed, but let you move her hand halfway down, and you looked ridiculously happy, even though you knew you were cheating. Abby thought about letting you win because you looked so pleased, but she wanted to destroy you way more. So when you almost got her hand all the way down, panting and puffing, Abby flexed her muscles and slammed your hand to the other side. She was gentle and didn't hit your hand on the table, relaxing her grip just the second before pressing your hand down fully.

"Weak. Noodle." She said and you looked so angry she started laughing: it wasn't real anger, it was the playful one, and you honestly looked cute. "It's so fun to rile you up."

"First you humiliate me, then you poison me. I'm moving out." You said dramatically and Abby laughed again.

"Well then how are you going to get Ellie to date you, hm?"

"Oh my god, Abby." You rolled your eyes again. "Gimme my food so my weak noodles could get some energy to knead your back."

Abby was absolutely delighted with how grumpy you were. It was the same when you played Mortal Kombat - riling you up was the biggest joy she had (after cuddling with you). You were so chill all the time, calm and confident like nothing could throw you off balance, and Abby liked seeing you crumble with childish anger, because it filled her with childish joy.

You had your dinner and Abby rolled her eyes and called you a grandma when you mumbled something about poison again, but she saw how much you liked the food she made. Abby even started to reconsider if she actually hated cooking or she just needed to have someone to feed. Abby felt all warm when you said your thanks with a shy smile - something she never saw on your face before. Her stomach fluttered as she stared at you, searing your face into her heart. You were just adorable.

You washed the dishes and then asked Abby to lie down to fix her sore shoulder. You almost choked when she just took her shirt off and lied down on the bed, without any fucking warning. You felt your face heat up as you traced her muscles and her waist with your eyes, absorbing the sight in front of you. You could see how muscles moved under her skin as she adjusted her position on the bed, tucking her arms under the pillow, her shoulders showing these delicious curves around her biceps and triceps and whatever the fuck human arm was made of. The bruise on her cheek was getting purple and you felt your heart ache, sorry for someone as sweet as Abby to have this.

"I'm not a professional, so I don't think I can fix the problem, but at least you'll relax. Are you okay if I sit on top of you?"

"Of course. Your back would get tired way too fast if you stay at my side, so take a seat."

"So forward, Abby." You chuckled and swung your leg over her ass so you could sit. You tried not to think how your legs stretched over her soft butt, how it would feel if you were flipped over and she was pressing you int- Stupid horny monkey brain. “Do you have a lotion somewhere?”

“Will hand cream work?”

“Yeah.”

Abby reached out for her drawer and handed you the hand cream while you respectfully didn’t look at her tits while she moved up, her naked chest showing from her sides. You squeezed the hand cream on Abby’s back, laughing at her surprised twitch, and got to work. You massaged the top of her shoulders and her neck first, listening to her soft pleased hums as you worked the tension out of her muscles. Then you moved to her shoulder blades and pressed your knuckles just under the right shoulder blade where you knew the sore muscle was. Abby let out a moan as you dragged your knuckles over the muscle and you opened your eyes wide, surprised. Fuck, Abby sounded delicious.

��Fuck, right there.” Abby grunted and you repeated your movements, your ears tuned to her. Stupid, stupid horny monkey brain. “It feels so good.”

No. You refused to let her words get into your head. It wasn’t meant for you. It wasn't even sexual, what the fuck was wrong with you?

"That's what she said." You murmured and Abby chuckled.

"You have magic hands, fuck, do that again."

"You sure you're not my ex?" You teased. Abby didn't respond to that and you just continued massaging her back.

After half an hour of you kneading Abby's back she was a putty and your hands were tired. You sat down next to her on the bed and watched her blissed out face.

"Better?"

"I feel like I don't have bones anymore." Abby murmured into her pillow and you laughed quietly. "Thank you."

"You see where cooking dinner gets you." You poked her naked side, but Abby was too relaxed to twitch. "If you need my magic hands, just ask. I'm happy to help."

"You're too nice."

"Why are you saying it like it's a bad thing?"

"Just afraid someone would exploit you. Like, some idiot girl who won't appreciate you or something."

"Don't worry. I don't stay with people who don't care about me."

"I care about you, so stay with me."

Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at Abby: she always said this kind of shit that gave you hope. That maybe Abby was just in the closet. That maybe she felt something too. That maybe you just needed to make a move, be the brave one, and then you'd get to have her. Your intuition was constantly whispering to you that Abby wasn't straight, but you refused to listen, because a) it was wishful thinking and b) even if she wasn't, it was for her to figure out and no one deserved to be forced out of the closet.

"Well I don't want to be homeless, so I am staying with you." You stroked her back affectionately. "You need to shower."

Abby groaned and you laughed, before leaving her room. You needed to breathe.

Abby sighed quietly, still basking in your touch. She might've joked you were weak, but in reality your hands were strong. And so soft. God, you were so soft it opened some unknown need in her. She was longing for your touch in a way it scared her. Sure, Abby was affectionate and enjoyed hugs and cuddles and sleepovers when she got to hold someone - with boys they always held her, but with girls she could be the one holding and protecting. But with you she felt like an addict, craving your touch and closure with actual fucking pain in her chest, the constant pull to be closer in any way possible. Abby never felt like that about anyone, and she didn't understand what it meant. Was she so touch-starved she was looking to get her needs filled by using the closest person she had? That was very selfish and Abby didn't like what kind of person she was becoming. She felt sick at the thought she was using you, the kindest person she knew, to escape her loneliness.

Abby sat up on the bed and looked at herself in the mirror, not really liking what she saw there. It felt like any issues she had inside were now outside, an inevitable evidence of her deteriorating morals. Fuck, she was turning into an idiot girl who couldn't appreciate you.

Abby touched her shoulder where your soft fingers were a few minutes ago. Why just your company and your jokes weren't enough? Why did she want more? She couldn't understand at all, she was missing something. (Yeah, probably her morals). But it scared her to such a degree she didn't even want to go there.

The knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts. You didn't come inside, staying behind the door to give her privacy.

"Do you want to have some tea with me?"

"Yeah."

And everything was back to normal.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #abby tlou #aligyimh

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webslingingslasher · 6 months

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okay hear me out. how about a big exam is coming up for peter so he just buries himself in books and barely leaves his room, wants to be left alone and trouble respects it to the best of her ability. but naturally she takes it upon herself to take care of him cause he's so immersed in his studying he forgets himself. maybe she brings him food or something and peters like 🥹🥹🥹

*cleaning out my inbox*

peter's smart. not in just an impressive way, but in a way that could envy the top scholars. peter is smart. when he tells you he needs ‘study hibernation’ time, you give him all the space he needs.

until he puts taking care of himself on the back burner. then, it becomes your job to take care of him. it's in the girlfriend rule book.

peter doesn't look up when you softly open his door, your text was left unread, but he must've at least read it at a quick glance. unless he was so invested in his textbook and computer he couldn't look over.

'hi, petey.' you softly kick your shoes off, padding across the hardwood at his hello back. 'hi, trouble.' wrapping your arms around his neck, you lean over his shoulder to kiss his cheek. 'see my text?'

'mhm,' he leans back into your touch, but he doesn't lose focus. 'did you eat dinner?' peter shakes his head into your chest, you curl to place another kiss. 'thought so. i brought you some chinese, if you're interested.'

peter claws at your hands, he's suddenly famished and dying. the idea of shrimp fried rice makes his mouth water. 'yes, please. thank you.' you pat his shoulders, a way of telling him, 'don't worry about it, i'll get it.' and just like magic, his favorite is right in front of his eyes.

'anything else?' peter's got tunnel vision, his hands almost shaking at how fast he's trying to tear the plastic it's stuck in. 'no. thank you, thank you. i love you.' peter's brewing headache was swept clear, food healing him from within.

a third kiss to his cheek, 'alright. love you too, talk to me before you go to bed?' you weren't able to take one step before peter spins one eighty in his chair, the styrofoam didn't dare leave his clutches, peter spoons in another bite as he cries out. 'you're leaving?'

'you're studying! i don't wanna bother you.' peter eyes his bed and your bag, 'you didn't get anything?' you shake your head, 'i ate with ally, i got yours before i left.' a whine, 'no! can you just... lay there and talk to me? just while i eat this, promise.'

you appease him and sit down on the corner of his bed. 'you're going to finish that in five seconds.' peter stops, and physically hurts himself by putting his takeout box down. 'i'll... i'll slow down then.'

'are you sure about that?' a shuffle, another mountain of rice, 'no.' it's all muffled. peter gathers his strength and breathes deep, your sweet voice fills him more than a plate of chinese could ever. it's a little torturous, because he's going to starve when you leave.

#frat!peter drabbles

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finniestoncrane · 11 months

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💜🍴 Finnie's 1.5k Follower Event 🍴💚

CLOSED by health inspector

even though it felt like this took forever it really didn't because i've only been on here and writing for just over a year, and i'm so grateful that people still follow me despite my personality as a whole lmao, i wanted to do something silly and goofy so here's my prompt list for my milestone ;-; hello and welcome to the vill-inn, gotham's newest restaurant (and definitely 100% not a money-laundering front for nefarious rogue activity no sirree u-u) please come on in and peruse the menu and let us know what you want to eat!! send in your order + reader/insert gender/pronouns/genitals too! the restaurant is now closed as well as writing headcanons and drabbles, i'm also doing a little give away! so anyone who asks off anon (or not, check the specials menu below) i'll enter into a little silly draw for a 1k commission and pick 3 winners u-u 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block)

Hello, welcome to Vill-Inn, how will you be DIE-ning with us today?

Sit-In [drabbles/short fic]

Takeout [bullet-point/free form story/headcanon style]

Delivery [surprise me]

Great! Wonderful! What can I get you to drink? And don't say fear toxin! (I'm this close to quitting...) (pick 1)

Water [hurt/comfort]

Soda [angst]

Milkshake [fluff]

Signature Cocktail [smut/pwp]

Black Coffee [doesn't matter/surprise me]

And what will you be having for your MAIM course? (pick 1, feel free to specify the version)

Question Mark Shaped Nuggies [riddler]

Sushi Platter [penguin]

Pumpkin Ravioli [scarecrow]

Surf and Turf [two face]

Arroz con Pollo [bane]

Steak [victor zsasz]

Cucumber Sandwiches [mad hatter]

Garden Salad [poison ivy]

Gut Buster Burger [harley quinn]

Gazpacho [mr freeze]

Plain Noodles with Butter [john doe]

Gumbo [killer croc]

BBQ Platter [captain boomerang]

And what loyal side(kick)s are you having with that? (pick up to 4)

🍟 Regular Fries [waking up with them]

🧇 Waffle Fries [sex in a public place]

🍠 Sweet potato Fries [visiting them in Arkham/Blackgate]

➰ Curly Fries [only one bed]

🍁 Poutine [slow dancing]

🥔 Potato Skins [at a party]

🍕 Pizza Bites [tending to wounds]

🍗 Chicken Wings [confession/confessing feelings]

🍔 Sliders [exacting revenge]

🌭 Mini Dogs [hate/angry sex]

🍤 Popcorn Shrimp [hugs from behind]

🐔 Chicken Strips [oral sex/how they give and receive]

🍿 Cheese Popcorn [bite marks/marking kink]

🥒 Deep Fried Pickles [sloppy kisses]

🧅 Blooming Onion [being rejected]

🍘 Rice Crackers [choking]

🍞 Bread Rolls [blood play]

🧄 Garlic Bread [straddling]

🥖 Breadsticks [neck/wrist kisses]

🥪 Half Sandwich [giving/receiving praise]

🥣 Soup [argument]

🍜 Noodles [cuddles]

🍚 Steamed Rice [denial]

🦪 Oysters [rough sex]

🍣 Sushi Sampler [edging/orgasm denial]

🌽 Corn on the Cob [instructional masturbation]

🥕 Honey Glazed Carrots ["open your mouth"]

🥗 Green Salad ["do you need a hand?"]

🍅 Tomato Salad ["i have to go"]

🍏 Fruit Salad ["i shouldn't have to ask"]

🍆 Roasted Veg ["i've never done this before"]

🥦 Seared Broccoli ["i hate you"]

🧀 Cheese Platter ["it's too late"]

🍖 Meat Plate ["i've never wanted anything more"]

🍄 Sauteed Mushrooms ["do you want it rough or gentle?"]

🥑 Guacamole ["please don't leave"]

🥜 Toasted Peanuts ["i want to hear you"]

🥓 Bacon Bits ["i didn't say stop"]

💚 Specials Menu 💚

I'm Here For A Blind Date [tell me a bit about yourself and i'll do a character pairing for who you're having lunch with]

Can I Get A Seat At the Buffet? [i don't have an idea/want to ask off anon, but i want to be included in the draw - this message won't be answered]

thanks for visiting, and please feel free to tip your wait staff 💜

#finnie1500 #I’m hoping this inspires me to write a bit more!! I AM EXCITED #NOW LET US NEVER SPEAK OF MILESTONES AGAIN FOR AT LEAST FOUR YEARS HOPEFULLY #I kept looking at the follower account too much #finnie shouts into the void

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vind3miat0r · 3 months

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Freelancer scoliosis headcanons (+ a little bit of Gavin)

this is mostly just me self projecting btw

for those who dont know, scoliosis is an abnormal curvature of the spine that can be caused by genetics and a number of other factors 👍

they have a specific routine they do in the morning that prevents further curvature in their spine

they got spinal fusion surgery in order to correct the worst curve

they take vitamins out of habit, they dont really need to take them anymore

when Gavin first found out that they had scoliosis, he was scared that he would hurt Freelancer during sex (“I dont want to knock anything out of place :(“ “Gavin, these metal rods have been screwed into my spine for over ten years, you’ll be fine.”)

sometimes, before or after they shower, Freelancer just marvels at the incision scar (from the surgery) on their back (literally just going :O at it in the mirror)

Gavin loves to kiss said scar <3

they still gets the occasional stinging muscle pain due to the surgery

when they first got home from the surgery, they found out that their back was entirely numb (bc they had to cut through nerves and disturb some muscles) and they were really freaked out by it

the beginning of the incision scar is just below their neck, and sometimes they reach behind them in order to feel it (without realizing)

Gavin makes “i love your curves” jokes (haha get it because Freelancer’s spine used to be abnormally curved haha)

there’s a bit of a dip in Freelancer’s back due to the remaining curve, and Gavin loves placing his hands there. he doesnt even have a reason, he just likes the way it feels under his fingers

Freelancer used to shift around a lot when they were trying to fall asleep because no position was comfortable for them

while they dont shift around in bed anymore, they do still shift their sitting positions

Gavin has to remind them not to shrimp because it makes their back ache

they dont do sports, but they do do yoga

they like to say “there are ribs in places where there were no ribs before,” because their ribcage was also fucked up and it indeed feels like there are ribs in places where there were no ribs before

uhh thats all i have atm :3 👍

#i love self projecting onto my favorite characters #teehee #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redactedaudio #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin #vinn says fandom things #vinn headcanons things #vinn yapping #redacted headcanons

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deadpool15 · 8 months

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Help me

Ok, this is bullshit. I've been sitting her watching my overly acrobatic girlfriend bend her body in ways that are quite questionable to the human eye. The way she is sitting there is doing it like it is nothing, and when I bend down my knees, buckle. It's quite embarrassing, my I add. I wonder what we are going to be eating later. Like, I love ramen and all, but shrimp pasta sounds really nice right now. It's Yumeri's turn to cook, I love how every time it's my turn, we mostly go out to eat or just cook one of my mammas homemade recipes I learned back in the day. I always pick one that takes literally 30 minutes. I mean what she doesn't know won't hurt her.

I was sitting on the floor with my eyes stuck in the mirror, yet I wasn't paying any attention to what my reflection was doing or even looking like. Nor was I focused on Yumeri anymore. I think she noticed when she suddenly started calling my name. I was so far gone in my own world that I wasn't concerned about her. "The point of us coming here was so you could hang out with me not, sit there playing games in your own mind, baby," I heard her speak up. I turn to my left and see her staring at me while sipping her milkshake. Damm, I forgot she had that. "I'm sorry, I was thinking about how amazing my circus terminator ass girlfriend is," I stated while finally getting up.

I had been sitting on the floor for so long I can feel my fucking pelvic bone touching the floor. I stretch out my elderly ass body, hearing some cracks. Shit sounds like an old, broke down car starting up. I finally finish my little stretch that wouldn't even qualify as a stretch, to be honest. I walk over to her while she is staring at me. Until I make my way to standing in front of her, having her look up at me. "I don't think I can ever get tired of this view, I smile at her, trying to figure out when I ever stand over her. "How many times have I stood over you for you to never get tired of this view, huh?" She looks at me before placing her milkshake down on the floor. "What do you mean I see this view all the time, you know when you are on top of me riding my -" I immediately bend down to cover her mouth, getting flustered.

Thankful that I am fucking black, because a girl would be red as fuck right now. She is always saying this dangerous ass shit in public. Yumeri moves my hand before grabbing my legs to have me sitting directly on her lap. "Baby we are literally the only people in this fucking practice room. Why are you getting so scared?" I search around the room completely, forgetting that we're the only people in the practice room. Forgetting all the tsubakill members decided to pack it up and leave for the night. "Still, you can just say stuff like that out loud." I say, trying to hide my face in her neck. "Why scared someone will know how I have you bending to my will, crying to the point where you don't know if you are begging me to stop or go faster?"

I start to whine in her ear, trying to get her to stop teasing me. "Yea, you usually sound just like that, too." I move from in the crook of her neck to look at her, causing her to stop and laugh at my reaction. "Fine, I'll stop. Get up, baby." I stare at her for a while. I kinda forgot I was sitting on her lap. I stand up with another cramp in my leg, causing Yumeri to notice and reach down and start to rub my leg and soothing the cramp. "Always gotta take care of you, don't I, baby?" I turned around to smile at her before thank her. Since she is a dancer, she is familiar with all my weird ass body aches and pains.

"Why did you want me to get up? Are we leaving now?" I ask her since we had been here for quite some time. She shakes her head, grabbing my cheeks, "No, I wanted to do what you had asked me on Saturday." Now I'm left perplexed, trying to figure out what exactly was it I asked on Saturday. It could've been something stupid. I ask her a lot of dumb shit when I get high. Like the time I asked her if I could go to Disneyland in California. It was like 7 at night, and I kept trying to get her to pack our bags with me.

"What did I ask you this time?" "To teach you some of my tricks, remember." I looked at her in disbelief, yea I definitely had to my high as fuck to ask her some shit like that. "Wait like sexual or ?" She smirked before letting go of my cheeks, looking me up and down. "I mean, we could do that too. But, no, you didn't ask me that. That dancer tricks, baby." I start to look towards the door. Hopefully, my phone will be my ring, or we can leave. "Baby come on you know I'm not a fucking ferret my body doesn't bend that way." She turned me back around before kissing me on the lips,"you can do it. I know you can, plus last night you were pretty bendly."

"Why do you have to make everything sexual?" I state trying to get her to stop embarrassing me. She stops before moving to show me her bending slightly to stretch more. I try to copy her before I take notice of the fact that she isn't next to me anymore. I look around, still bent over until I hear her behind me. "That's it, you're doing amazing, baby." I shake my head when I hear her. "I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be helping me not focus on my ass," I tell her. I should've expected this behavior from her. "I am focusing, hard to though when you ass just looks that good."

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #street woman fighter x reader #yumeri

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rotten-corpses-blog · 11 months

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Could I get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

JD smut, a big Mac with extra fries, and for the drink- *incoherent whispering to passengers* -yeah can I get that drink as uhhh small bondage?

If you can't make that happen, could I maybe get JD being jealous over reader getting hit on, please?

Thanks broskieroni

How about both? I like both, we'll do both.

Content warning: sexual harassment, smut, bondage

You were going to kill Kurt Kelly, the fucker has been harrasing you while you are trying to eat your lunch and waiting for your loving boyfriend, but Kurt can’t take “no” and “go fuck yourself” for an answer. “Leave that emo shit and come with me I can show you a good time.” Kurt said as he tried to grab you once again. “For the 100th time, no! I have a boyfriend who loves me and I don’t want your shrimp dick!” you growled as you swatted the perv’s hands away from you for the 6th time in 5 minutes. You were getting pissed, where is JD? What is taking him so fucking long? “You know you want my dick, don’t act like you don’t.” Kurt said with a wink, as looked away to avert any eye contact, you realized Kurt was fucking grabbing himself. You immediately felt nauseous. Until you heard JD’s voice, “Fuck off Kurt she said no stop being a pervert and leave my girlfriend alone.” Kurt moved his mouth to protest until he saw the look on JD’s face. Kurt basically ran away, not wanting to have to deal with an angry JD. JD gave your head a kiss after he sat down. “You ok? Sorry I wasn’t here earlier. I got caught up with something.” JD explained, looking your body over to make sure Kurt didn’t hurt you. “I’m fine, just annoyed and disgusted.” you said leaning into JD. “I think I know a way for him to leave you alone.” JD whispered in your ear, “Oh yeah? And what would that be?” “Just wait till after school baby doll.”

School was finally out, you and JD were just hanging around his house. “Hey JD, what did you mean earlier?” you asked, you had an idea what he meant but you didn’t know exactly, knowing JD of course. JD smirked, JD’s lips met yours as he started a quite aggressive make out session. JD sat you up on the bed you two were sitting on and took off his belt and tied your hands to the bed posts. “JD fuck me” you whined “I will babe, don’t worry.” JD said. You felt him kiss and bite your neck, leaving dark hickeys. “Now everyone will know your mine, your all mine baby.” You moaned and wiggled under him, you felt so hot it felt like torture. “JD please touch me, I need it.” you said, you tried to grind your hips against JD but he was faster than you, he held your hips down as he bit your neck hard, drawing blood. You moaned and whined at the pain that shot pleasure right to your core. Finally JD lifted himself off of you and pulled down his black jeans and boxers, letting his cock spring up and hit his lower stomach. JD gave you a long, passionate kiss as he lined up at your entrance. You both gave a moan as he thrusted into you, fucking you nice and fast. “Oh JD!” you moaned out as he started to fuck into your g spot. “Kurt can’t fuck you like this can he baby? JD growled as he started to speed up. “No! Only you can JD!” you said, you were in heaven with all of the pleasure you were getting. JD’s thrusts started to get uneven and shaky. JD reached down and rubbed your clit you both started to get closer to an orgasm. “JD!” you yelled as your orgasm crashed through you, JD followed shortly after, filling you with his cum. The both of you just laid there trying to catch your breath , then you realized you were still tied to the bed. “Hey JD?” “Yeah babe?” “Can you untie me?” “Oh shit I forgot, sorry.” You laughed as JD untied you, Today was a good day, and maybe men should hit on you more often.

#jason dean x reader #jason dean x y/n #jason dean x you

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snowcandyz · 2 years

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CW: Hurt/comfort

It has been two weeks since Levi left for a job, and you're not sure when he'd be back.

His playful and introverted behaviours made it hard to remember that he is the Grand Admiral of the Navy's Hell. Times like these quickly reminded you how important and respected Levi really is in Devildom.

Before entering his room, you knocked on his door, 100% aware no one was even there to answer it.

The sight of his mangas and action figures neatly arranged on his shelves, the dishevelled blanket on his bed tub, the gaming consoles left on the floor—Everything looked just the same.

It wasn't cluttered, but it wasn't exactly tidy either. You've helped with cleaning every day, but you didn't want to remove the hints and traces of Levi from this room, so you made sure to leave everything just the same as before he left.

This messy little room is the only thing that can help soothe the pain, even for a bit.

Wearing Levi's favourite sweater for today, you made your way to Henry 2.0's massive fish tank.

"Henry!" you sang, "Are you ready for dinner?"

The goldfish giddily swam towards you in circles.

You smiled at his cuteness, sitting in front of the tank to accompany him while he enjoyed his brine shrimp dinner.

Only white noises from Henry's air pump filled the room. It was quiet and lonely.

A tear slipped down your cheek without you noticing. Perhaps the stress had finally caught up to you.

It has been a rough week, and not having Levi beside you only worsened your condition. Everything has been weighing you down. You've tried your best to not let it get to you, but it's still hard. Life is hard.

Before you knew it, your soft crying had turned to loud sobs as you tried to hug yourself to soothe the ache.

You really wished Levi was here. You yearned to hear his voice and to hold him tight.

"MC?"

Yes, yes, like that.

"MC, are you okay?" You heard a panicked voice.

A pair of arms snaked around your waist and pulled you backwards. You felt your back hitting someone's chest; purple locks were seen when he laid his head on your shoulder as he held you tight.

"–Levi?"

"Yes, my Henry. I'm here."

You couldn't believe your ears. Or your eyes—no, all of your five senses.

He's really here?

You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your face in the crook of his neck. You didn't care if this was merely your imagination or reality anymore. He's here! Levi's here!

Levi tightened his grip on you and rocked you slowly to soothe your cries.

What a shocker this was. He planned to finish his work early and surprise you back home, but apparently, he was surprised.

Seeing you wearing his jacket and interacting with Henry made him ecstatic, though the joy soon died when he heard you cry.

A part of him felt so guilty for leaving you without any contact. He'd be sure to propose a plan to Diavolo to have Devildom equipped with internet connections and phone signals everywhere. At least this mistake can be avoided in the future.

"I miss you, Levi." He heard you say in between your sobs.

"I miss you too, MC." He kissed the crown of your head before hugging you again, "I'm so sorry for leaving."

"It's not your fault."

"But I really do feel guilty. I made it seem like you're alone."

You couldn't refute Levi's words.

"Henry, I'm always here for you. I'm sorry if I made it seem like you have to go through this alone. And I'm sorry that I can't be here for you when you need me. But everything's going to be alright now. I don't have to work far away for 100 years now. I can be here for you—and with you. You're not alone, MC."

You embraced him tighter, feeling yourself melting inside his arms from the comfort and care that Levi offered.

You leaned towards his chest, eyes closed and hands clasping slightly onto his shirt.

Your breathing calm and organised, and your lips parted slightly from the exhaustion. You've fallen asleep on Levi's lap and there's no way he would want to wake you up now.

He made sure to have his arm supporting your back while you were resting. His tail also aided it by wrapping itself around your body.

Devildom is chilly at night, so Levi wished you were warm and comfortable inside his arms. He adjusted his jacket that was slowly sliding down your shoulder, heart still throbbing at the sight of you wearing something of his.

Staring at your sleeping face once again, Levi couldn't help but gently kiss your forehead a few times.

And now that his lover's asleep, he could start logging in to his games, instantly turning down the volume to avoid stirring you up.

It was another normal night in Devildom, and Levi couldn’t feel happier that he had sacrificed a few sleepless nights just to return home earlier to you.

A fic for Noelle @amistytown ♥️ Sorry that it somehow turned to hurt/comfort :') I was aiming for comfort fic actually 😭

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lovelyrots · 2 years

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Forced Matrimony

Chapter 7 - Return to Normal

Soulmate AU

Shinso Hitoshi x afab Reader x Izuku Midoriya

Rehabilitation | Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4 | Ch5 | Ch6

Content Warnings - swearing,mentioned past noncon, angst, Y/N used for your name insert

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“S-Shin?”

Flashes of arguments long gone and forgotten soft words race through your mind as everything comes back to you, sending you to your knees as a sudden pain erupts in your head.

“Shit, are you okay?” “M-my head hurts so…fucking much.” “Take some deep breaths, okay? Do you know where Izuku kept the key for this collar?” You shake your head as he holds you and curses before he moves you around, pulling your hair away from your neck as he pokes seemingly random spots on the collar.

“Hold your hair away from the back of the collar, this is one of the dumbest things I’m about to try.” You don’t have time to ask anything before you feel an intense heat at the back of your neck, hot enough that sweat is already building on the nape of your neck and the smell of burnt metal greets your nose. “Just a few more seconds, then we can get you out of here.”

Just as he said, a few seconds pass before the clunking metal falls apart before you and you press your hands to your freed neck. You wince as your fingers pass over some healed burn marks from your last escape attempt but shake it off and shakily stand. “Why are you here? I thought-“ “Look, I’ll explain everything later but right now we need to get out of here.” Shin cuts you off and leads you out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

“B-bunny? Where are you going?” You jump and turn your head to see Izuku slumped over and struggling to sit up. “Ignore him, that sedative won’t last long in his system.” Shin tells you and practically pushes you to the open front door. “You fucking bastard! I’ll kill you Shinso! I’ll find you Bunny! We’re soulmates, we’re meant for each other!” You stumble as Izuku screams out and hesitantly look back, deja vu hitting you with the ghosts of all your previous escape attempts and his arms wrapping around you like a vice before you could set foot outside.

Yet, there he is. Laying on the floor shaking, and struggling to just get up while tears stream down his face. Why do you feel such an ache in your chest seeing him like this?

“Please, Bunny, don’t go! I-I’m sorry I was mean!” He cries and you stumble as you watch him try to crawl over to you. “Unless you want to stay here, I really think we should get moving.” Shin tugs you forward and you have to force yourself to move. Your bare feet soon meet the cool earth as the two of you run from your former prison, rocks and fallen twigs digging into your feet until Shin stops and you run into him.

You’re about to ask him why he stopped when you spot someone you thought you’d never be able to see again. “Dabi!” You grin and race over to him, your arms wrapping around his lean frame. “Hey Shrimp, this dipshit finally did something good, huh?” You lean back and watch him glare at Shin, his hands twitching enough that you’re sure if you weren’t right in front of him then he’d have lit Shin up like a Christmas tree.

“Hey, just get her out of here and I’ll handle the rest. All I want is her to be safe.” That for some reason tears a laugh out of Dabi. “Oh yeah sure. I’ll just trust some undercover hero shithead, the same shithead that couldn’t be a man and tell someone in person that they want to breakup.” “Dabi, just take me home, please.” You jump in before he can do anything to Shin. Dabi remains glaring at Shin until he sighs and pulls out a phone and texts a number, one of Kurogiri’s portals appearing seconds later. “Keep her out of public spaces for a while, just long enough for things to calm down.” “Whatever, hero.”

You turn to look at Shin just before you step through, “Thank you Shin.” and with that you’re back in the bar. You have only seconds before you’re tackled by a crying Toga and Spinner and only kept standing with Dabi’s help. “Alright, give her some space ya freaks.”

You laugh, really laugh for the first time in months, and try your best to wrap your arms around the two. “I’m never letting you out of my sight Y/N! I missed you too much!”

Dabi guides the three of you to a booth while Toga chatters away, filling you in on any new drama, and stalks over to Shigaraki. It’s almost surreal how easily everything feels normal again for you. At least, that’s what you’re chalking up that weird ache in your chest to.

Shinso watches Y/N step through the portal and sighs. “At least she’ll be safe.” Reluctantly, he turns back in the direction of the nearly obscured house and waits for the inevitable angry green mess to come hurtling towards him.

After all, it’s either let him be branded as a traitor and possible villain as some form of revenge for ��taking’ his soulmate away from him or try to beat some sense into the hero. Even though, he knows he’ll also get quite the beating. “I’m a fucking idiot, aren’t I?” Shinso mutters to himself as he readies himself, his eyes locked on the path towards the house while he loosely wraps the end of his capture scarf around his palm.

The sudden crack of branches is his only warning as he flings himself to the side and once the dust settles, an infuriated Izuku is glaring him down. “Where is she?!” “Tch, she’s somewhere safe from you.” Shinso has to retreat into the canopy of the trees as Izuku mindlessly attempts to slam into him, rage unlike anything Shinso had seen taking over the green hero.

“Why? She’s MY soulmate! You don’t know ANYTHING about us!” Izuku screams at him as Shinso flings himself from tree to tree to avoid what are likely fatal hits, each time he narrowly dodges one of Izuku’s fists he can still feel his breath being forced out of him.

“You kidnapped her and forced her away from a normal life! That’s what I know! Normal people in a relationship, soulmates or not, they don’t kidnap each other.” He tries to get through to him, if only to try and calm the berserk hero down before he demolishes the whole forest or ends up killing Shinso.

“I brought her home! I was good to her! Do you know how long I waited to hold my soulmate?” This isn’t looking good, it seems no matter what Shinso says, it just makes Izuku worse. “I’ve watched everyone around me find their soulmates and live their happily ever fucking after! Don’t I deserve my happy ending?! Haven’t I given the damn universe enough?!” Shinso’s feet stutter to a stop as Izuku breaks down huffing and puffing with fat tears running down his freckled cheeks.

“All I’ve wanted for the past ten years is to find my soulmate! I’m sick of pretending I’m happy when I’m not, I’m sick of being left alone at the end of the day!” Izuku smashes a fist into the earth, sending a shudder through Shinso’s body from the aftershocks.

“Well you found her, but guess what? After all of this, she may not even want to see you anymore—let alone admit you’re her soulmate. If you want her back then…then first you have to calm down.” What matters first is getting him to stop smashing everything in sight and trying to kill him.

Tentative steps lead Shinso right to Izuku, a cautious hand behind him with a strong enough sedative ready, and an open palm reached out. “If you want her then you have to do it right. I’ll…I’ll help you but only if you do things right this time.” Shinso sighs and waits for any reaction, good or bad, from Izuku.

“Why? If I’m some monster like you’re making me out to be, then why help me?” “Because it might make Y/N happy. It’s not for you. You two share marks, so maybe you’re meant to be together but not if you’re going to lock her up in a tower. So do you want my help or not?”

Shinso holds his breath as Izuku slowly gets up, standing just an inch taller than him, and grabs his hand in a vice-like grip. “Fine, where is she?” Shinso hisses and tears his hand away, pressing on the sore joints in his hand as he takes a step back. “Somewhere she feels safe, I’m not telling you anything else until she tells me she wants to see you again.”

“Shinso, just tell me where she is and I’ll make it up to her! Please!” Izuku grabs onto the front of his shirt and yanks him closer as he begs. “If you want my help then we’re doing this my way and that means waiting until she wants to see you again. For now, just go get cleaned up. I’ll call you if she says yes.” Shinso pries his fingers off the dark material of his shirt and starts walking away, an ear listening for a possible attack from the other hero.

“Hey Y/N, you’ve got a call.” Kurogiri calls to your hunched over form at the end of his bar. “Take a message for me Kuro, I’m too tired.” You blindly wave him off and attempt to catch some sleep on the cool bar top. “I’m not your secretary.” He mutters as he leaves the wireless receiver in your open hand and stalks off.

“Ugh, what is it?” You sit up and close your eyes as the static on the other end clears out. “Hey Kitten.” Your eyes snap open and you suddenly feel awake as you hear Shin—or Shinso apparently—say that old nickname he had given you. “Why are you calling?” You wince at the bitter tone hanging on your tongue, some hurt clinging onto you after Dabi had told you what had happened between you and Shin so long ago.

“Before I say anything, Midoriya wants to see you again and he’s willing to do things right this time.” You freeze up and Dabi immediately notices from across the bar, you hold up a hand and walk into the back towards your temporary room.

You had been held by Deku long enough that your landlord figured you were dead or something, he waited two months for you to magically appear with rent, and your stuff had been trashed and your apartment given to someone else. So now you crashed at either the hideout or Toga’s place. Unfortunately, that meant Dabi stuck to you like you’d disappear again if you weren’t in his sights.

“Fuck no. If that’s all, then you can fuck off.” You manage to keep your voice even and lock your door behind you before sitting on the thin mattress sitting snug against the wall. “Hang on! I’m going to be there if you decide to meet him, and I’ll make sure he won’t hurt you.” You take in a stuttering breath and try to force yourself to not throw the phone. “He already hurt me, he’s fucking raped me! I don’t want a damn thing to do with him! If you’re a hero then do the right fucking thing and throw him in prison.” You don’t wait for him to say anything more and hang up.

‘Deep breath in, 1, 2, 3, and breathe out’ you repeated that process until you felt the rage and anxiety that bubbled up at the mention of the hero leave your body, for now at least. “You alright, kid?” You glance to your door and debate letting Dabi in, the desire for someone you can actually trust winning over and leading you to unlock the door and crack it open.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” “You’re a shit liar, you know.” He rests his weight on the door, nudging it open just a little more, and stares at you. “Want to go burn some shit?” A laugh tears it’s way out and you hum before nodding. “Fine, just let me get changed. Pick a color; pink, blue, or white.” “Go with the white beanie, shrimp. Be out in five or I’m leaving your ass behind.” You roll your eyes and shut the door again, already feeling a little better.

You rummage through the clothes Compress and Toga had gathered for you and pull out some jeans and a white-ish hoodie, and the white beanie Dabi had suggested, and quickly changed and tucked your hair into the beanie as best you could.

This was pretty much your standard outfit now: a beanie or hat to hide your hair or face, an oversized hoodie that’s comfortable and warm, and some variation of jeans or sweatpants depending on what you’re doing. It was warm and it obscured certain details that a certain someone may be looking for.

You take your time leaving the back rooms and spot Dabi by the door leading out to the street, though he wasn’t alone. That wild mop of purple hair that, through the fragments of your memories, once made your cheeks warm upon seeing it and one of the two people you’d like to never see again attached to it.

There weren’t many others around the bar—really it was just you, Kurogiri, and the two men attempting to be quiet while arguing. “Get the fuck out before I lose my temper, she doesn’t want a fucking thing to do with you or any other heroes.”

“Let him talk, then you can throw him out.” You cross your arms and lean against a nearby booth as the two turn towards you. Dabi scoffs and lets go of Shin’s shirt, going and leaning over the bar on one of the stools while keeping his eyes locked on the two of you.

“I’m not meeting him, so if that’s why you’re here then you might as well leave.” You get out before Shin can even open his mouth. “I’m here to apologize to you. For what I did and what I asked of you. I…I didn’t know what he’d done to you, and I wouldn’t even think to ask if I’d known. So please, forgive me?” He reaches for your hand but stops himself when you flinch away from his touch.

“If you want my forgiveness then you’ll make sure he can never come near me again. Now please get out.” You step around him and head over to Dabi, your back turned to Shin as you hear his steps move towards the door and pause before he’s gone.

“You know, there’s a new statue of wonder boy. Still feel like burning shit?” Dabi stands and wraps an arm around your shoulder as you turn your head to look at him. “Can we get ice cream after?” “Whatever you want kid, just don’t expect me to carry it back.”

The next four hours were spent trekking through the city and lighting random things on fire; a billboard with the retired heroes Endeavor and Hawks promoting some safety course, a closed down toy store near the outskirts of the city, and the statue of Deku that Dabi had told you about.

That one was the most satisfying to watch burn.

Now here you two were, a bag with pints of stolen ice cream swinging from your hand while Dabi walked carefree a couple paces in front of you. “Thanks for today Dabi.” “Don’t mention it, though if you want to repay me then try and get some actual sleep. Everyone can tell you aren’t sleeping right.” You were stunned and stopped walking, causing Dabi to pause and turn back to you. “Blame Kurogiri, he’s annoyed you’re always trying to sleep on his precious bar top.”

You snap out of your stupor and run past him with your head held high. “Maybe I can’t sleep because of Spinner’s snoring. Ever think of that?” You hear him snort and catch up to you. “See that’s funny because Spinner doesn’t stay at the bar anymore. You don’t have to tell me shit about why you’re not sleeping, just promise to try and sleep better.” You tense up but just hum and nod as you two continue your walk back home.

You huff and turn onto your side and a groan leaving your throat as you realize no matter which way you lay, you just can’t fall asleep.

You fumble around for the burner phone you’d gotten and squint at the brightly lit screen saying it was nearly three in the morning. “Why? Am I just cursed now?” You mumble to yourself as you sit up and stretch before throwing a hoodie over your tank top and sweatpants, deciding to go downstairs and fix yourself a drink. Kurogiri would understand if you needed a drink, and if he didn’t? Well you can just remind him that you helped break him out of his prison years ago.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Sitting in the corner booth was the very person you had been thinking of. “Hey Kuro, I’m gonna get a glass of whiskey. Can’t sleep.” He lets out a sigh but doesn’t stop you and you glance over to see him reading something. “What’re you reading?”

“Something you should take a look at, it’s over soulmates and the connection between them.” You freeze up just as you grab the bottle of whiskey and don’t notice your hand shaking until you hear the clinking of ice in your glass and practically slam the glass down.

“No thanks, I’ve had enough of soulmate bullshit.” You snarl and pour the whiskey until it threatens to overflow. “Then I guess you don’t want to erase that mark. I believe one of these chapters had a method of getting rid of a mark and the connection to their soulmate through it. Guess I’ll keep it to myself.” That stops you from going back to your room.

If you could get rid of your mark then you could really get back to normal. You’d never feel phantom touches on your hand throughout the day and into the night. You could really put the past eight months behind you, and forget the whole experience with that monster.

“Hey Kuro, mind if I borrow that book?” You tentatively ask, suddenly worried he may say no. “Go right ahead.” He gently closes it and slides it across the table towards you. “Thanks.” You whisper and take the heavy book back to your room with your whiskey.

#mha #x reader #bnha #tw swearing #tw yandere #tw angst #tw past noncon #tw past abuse #izuku x reader #shinso x reader

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cheetosinthefridge · 1 year

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i love you twisted, aching ankle. i love you screwed up wrist i broke as a kid. i love you spot right behind my heart that always hurts in the morning. i love you bruised knees. i love you tooth ache. i love you neck pain from sitting like shrimp.

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alittlebitofeverythingsthings · 1 year

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Me Oh My Migraines!

Let’s face it. Any kind of migraine or headache sucks... a lot. But the great thing about the internet is that everyone has a chance to share their experiences, as well as solutions. Read about my migraine journey and the tricks I've picked up along the way! I’ve had frequent headaches for as long as I can remember. Then the migraines started. At first, it was absolutely horrible. It felt like my eyes were going to fall right before my head exploded. I was forced on the bathroom floor a lot of the time. The tile was cool, and it was close to the toilet, which was a major plus for me at the time. Then I didn’t have any migraines for the longest time, but my ears started hurting. Just one or both; I was convinced I had double ear infections at least once a month. Onslaughts of vertigo started spinning my head into the ground and eventually landed me in the Emergency Room a few times. I was sent to what felt like 100 specialists before being referred to a neurologist who explained that my migraines had actually just transformed from the head pounds to making me think my eardrums were bursting.

Some of the things the doctors recommended helped, but some didn't. Like taking over the counter medication or lying down in a dark and quiet room. Nothing felt like it was working until I took to Google to see what I could find.

One thing I found actually did seem to help. I only had to make minor changes to my diet, like eating more veggies and shrimp (which I am definitely not complaining about). It’s Omega-3 fatty acids. I did some digging and actually found the website that I read it all on so you can read it for yourself right here if you like. To sum it up, the Omega-3 fatty acids help with inflammation and regulating pain. It might be wise to stay away from Omega-6 acids though. In a study, they were found to make pain worse and even induce migraines. Yikes.

A home remedy that also helped was the ice pack or cold rag on the back of the neck. It’s said that it helps because it slows blood circulation? I’m not 100% sure on that one, but hey! It sounds scientific, so why not,right? I sometimes sit on my bathroom counter with my feet in the sink while it’s filled with cool (not cold) water and have something actually cold on the back of my neck. It’s not an immediate relief for me, but it does help it stop faster.

Other quick fixes that I’ve found to be helpful are:

laying down in a dark, quiet, and cool room

drinking lots of water

or (sometimes) catch up on my caffeine doses

I hope something from this helps. I know that when I was at the rough end of the head pain journey, I was scouring the internet for anything that could help me. Let me know what you think!

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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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jjk || Revenge

wc: 1.5K

pairing: rich!jungkook x fem!reader

summary: After your ex cheats on you with his ex, you decide to fuck the guy he idolizes the most to fuck with him.

tags: slight angst, revenge...sex?, petty reader, praise kink, reader has a fat ass, BIG cocked jk, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), vocal kink, dirty talk, tiny shrimp exboyfriend, fucking on the counter, begging, creampie, unprotected sex*(please be safe), nippleplay

genre: SMUT.

rating: M (18+)

You have little time to explain.

Your ex, instead of telling you that he lost interest in the relationship by sitting down, having a nice chat about how things are going, you know, like a normal human being-- instead sends you a picture of him in his ex's bed to end things between you.

Now, you're not usually a spiteful kind of person. You're forgiving and understanding, just like your parents taught you. You were the one that called your friends immature when they blocked their exes on social media. You'd stick your nose up at them and ask them where their maturity had gone.

But this time, it seriously pissed you off.

You were building a life with this person. The love songs on the radio reminded you of this person, all of them did. Your heart fluttered every time they said your name, but now he's in someone else's bed-- shit!

Listen.

There is this man by the name of Jeon Jungkook. Your ex-boyfriend idolizes him. He'd always come home from work, whining to you that Jungkook beat him to a proposal or that Jungkook rides a Mercedes-- that he's trying to get like him. A twisted little idea conjured itself in your conniving mind.

The enemy of my enemy...is my friend.

That's something your mom taught you. "Don't put yourself after no man! Don't you put him over your own self." You will stick by that.

So when you dug up Jungkook's number from a work Christmas party your humpty-dumpty ex took you to, you messaged him explaining the whole situation. He got it almost immediately.

You had the outfit planned. You had the restaurant reservation planned. You had the time and the place to do the deed.

It didn't hurt that Jungkook conveniently made six figures and owned an apartment that overlooked the city of Houston from ten stories up. He had an elevator that led straight to the living room, and there he was with his fine self.

He wore black. His chest was open, his body spanning the entire length of his couch. His palm cradled a glass of champagne, swirling it in small circles.

He's always been the man you told your ex not to worry about. You'd always give him the side eye, had to keep yourself from staring at him too long so that it wouldn't look suspicious, or like nothing was going on between you-- not that there was. Now, there definitely would be.

"He'll never be me," Jungkook pouts, setting his drink down and greeting you at the elevator. "Welcome. You can get...anything you want from the fridge, we've been stocked since yesterday," he gestures toward the open kitchen, his sleek black countertops sparking in the hanging lights.

The entire place is clean. You meander about the place, keeping your hands to yourself before you feel something slip behind you. He's hugging your back tight, his head resting on your shoulder as his mouth kisses your neck teasingly.

Your lips part, a low and breathy whine escaping them as he tightens his grip, hissing while his hands travel your body.

He kisses your jaw, tugging you closer onto him before he groans softly into your ear. "Let me fuck you on the counter, make you feel like a whore...we can do it all night, make love one hundred and fifty different ways so that you feel all of what you were missing with that shrimp," he chuckles.

Every hair on your body stands, his thumbs fiddling with the straps to your skirt. It's unbelievable how thick his fingers are, and how tepid his palms are as they slip under the fabric lacing your body. They're strong and controlling, like him.

"Just look at how you react to me…" Jungkook splits his fingers at your labia, hurriedly slipping himself into your warm pussy. He groans instantly, gratified at the squelching arousal that melts on his digits.

"He never touched you right," his eyes follow his hands, then meet your own as he rolls his long index along your swollen bud. You twitch in sensitivity, stifling a moan. He brushes away a smile. Your knees shake, you're close to buckling.

You cling to his back, and he takes it as a sign to place you like a centerpiece on his luxury countertop and help you take off your measly skirt.

He hoists himself up there, crawling to match his body with yours. The surface beneath you is cold. It chills the skin of your back and cools you off, a relief from the heat between your legs.

Jungkook is kneeling on the side, getting his phone out. "It's only fair...that...we send him a little...revenge...video, hm?" He hums as he opens up his camera.

You're between his legs, prying at the button of his pants. He notices this and runs his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to keep going. He smiles confidently. "Go on, do that. Yeah, that's a good girl…" he's quite pleased.

No wonder when you unzip him, the biggest cock you've ever seen springs out and slaps your chin. You widen your eyes, spreading your thighs apart so as to not cream your panties.

He puts his phone down and leans back on his hands. "Take it in your throat, you can. Just be really careful, do it slowly," he caresses your jaw as it opens to accommodate for the size of his dick.

"Ah,, yeah slowly….until it hits all the way," he hisses, "...back."

You hollow your cheeks, nearly tearing up at his girth. He's stretching your throat and causing your sinuses to overflow. It's such a big cock, you take a moment to breathe in before swallowing it. You press your legs together hard, hitting a sweet spot in your little pussy as he fills out your slutty throat.

"I know...yeah, shhh...I know…" he coos. You glance up at his face, to watch him glaring down at you with dangerously relaxed eyes, rolling his tongue in his mouth before he brings his hips up to make you choke. "Yeah, swallow my cock," he growls in a low voice. "Swallow it to make up for all the times his couldn't even reach the back of your throat."

He picks up his phone again and begins filming beside his face, giving your boyfriend a good perspective. "This your bitch, _____?" He laughs. You can't stop taking it. It's so big, it's so big, it's so big, your saliva is running down the base of it. His precum is so sweet!

You let off, whining. "It's been so long since I've had a real man's cock inside of me!" You complain. "Please get inside me!"

Jungkook bites his lip and pulls you up to his thighs. In a moment of pure bliss, his lips clash against yours. His tatted hands grab your ass and jiggles it hard, kneading it until you're red from his touch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna cum on your thighs if your cock doesn't get inside me right now!" You pant.

His fascination with your desperate state escalates as soon as his hot shaft meets your cunt, your arousal melting like hot butter all over him. You're clenching beneath him, clawing your hands all up on his back as he fills you out, pushing your cervix and pressing into your gut. It's overwhelming just how much girth your pussy can accommodate."Fuck, yours is so much bigger~! Fuck, you're so much bigger…" you cry.

He moans, his eyes up on you as he massages your needy cervix with the beading tip of his cock. He plunges in on his elbows, his hips desperately fucking your tight cunt as if he could even feel his legs at this point. "Fuck, you're so much better than him, Jungkook~!!" You jubilate.

"Oh, fuck~!" You cry. He smacks his hips back up, snapping inside of you. You adopt a quick rhythm as his mouth sucks and flicks at your pretty tits, taking them in his mouth while his hands flicker and stimulate your throbbing clit just how you like it. The sounds vibrate, racking through your body in a glorious vibrato.

He echoes you, switching your positions so that he can pound into you just right and feel that gorgeous clenching you're doing around him better. "That's right, right there. Right there, feel all of it. All of it, baby…"

You're almost light-headed by the time the crashing orgasm hits you. "Oh fu--" you gasp. Euphoria paints his face** as his cock splurges a thick rope of his white cum deep inside your cunt. You squirm as he pins down your legs.

He pants. His lips meet yours again, a sweet kiss planted upon them. "Thank you," he thrums.

On the counter, Jungkook's phone is buzzing off the hook. Your ex is hitting him up constantly, raving about the video. He's sent about fifteen short blurbs so far...and he's still typing.

If only he had typed as long as he could fuck. :/

**embarrassing typo. i was tireeeed

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etherrreal · 2 years

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“an ode to kenma’s cheeks”

Pairing: kenma x reader Genre: fluff, borderline crack tbh Summary: kenma’s the captain of the itty bitty booty committee WC: 1,158 Warning: I do mention pegging once and make allusions to spanking, so, 🔴hey minors, skip over this one, please🔴 And if you're just gonna ignore that demand, just don't be dumb enough to interact with it :) A/N: This is deadass the best fic I've ever written. Pun intended. -Luna

Kenma's ass has seen a lot of action.

He's fallen on it—hard—in volleyball practice and matches throughout high school, sat it on hard plastic chairs throughout university lectures and during meetings as he built up his business, and treated it very terribly with cheap fabrics and bouts of swamp ass from sweating so much.

And, despite him denying it, there have been periods of time where it remained unwashed as he got sucked into a new release of a long-awaited game.

Yet, somehow, despite its grueling history and present-day which consists of sitting on it for over 12 hours a day in a chair definitely not meant for comfort, his cheeks manage to stay nice and perky.

You've complimented Kenma's behind many times before, each resulting in him brushing off the sometimes sweet, and other times vulgar, comment with a face so red he tries to hide it with his long hair—and eventually, farther into your relationship, simply ignoring you. It's hard to count how many times you've approached him from behind with grabby hands as he frantically finds a place to sit down or lean against a wall so you don't squeeze his bum. Or how you'll wait until the last second before he sits down next to you before your hand jets out to rest under his butt, getting a nice handful of his ass—although, lately you've pulled back on that move ever since he caught onto your devious tricks.

And every year, around your birthday, when he asks you what you want him to get you, you simply tell him "the chance to peg you, please." And every year, you go to sleep without the feeling of what's between his cheeks, yearning for what could've been. Maybe next year, you tell yourself.

All things considered, he has a nice butt for his stature and his current lack of a real exercise regime, and as long as it stays firm, there won't be a day that goes by where you're not itching for a touch of that tuchus.

It's around midday when you decide to take a break from your own work to have a quick snack and refill your water bottle. Your slippers loudly scrape the floor as you lazily make your way towards the already lit-up kitchen. When you turn the corner, you find Kenma at the stove for once.

He's standing by his boiling ramen noodles, hair falling into his eyes while he scrolls on his phone. He resembles a shrimp with how hunched over he is, his back forming a lovely and not at all uncomfortable looking c-shape.

You've reprimanded him time and time again about his bad posture—sometimes with a gentle comment and shoulder squeeze and other times with a chop to the back of the neck—and him sitting in a gaming chair all day definitely doesn't help the bad habit. And watching him simply standing there but still maintaining the awkward stance is irritating, to say the least.

When he switches his weight to his other foot, cocking his hip towards you, you take the opportunity to aggressively poke one of his cheeks through his sweatpants. He yelps like a Chihuahua, dropping his phone on the counter so he can soothe the area you practically stabbed with your finger. The glare he sends your way may look threatening to most, but just like a Chihuahua, he's all bark and no bite.

"Fix your posture. If you end up like Quasimodo, I'll dump you for Hinata," you joke, pouring some water into your bottle.

He's still rubbing his bum when he whines, "Did you have to poke me so hard to get my attention?"

"What? You should be used to pain on your ass." Despite you actually alluding to him complaining about how his butt hurts after sitting all day, his face being bright enough to light up a room means that his mind must've wandered somewhere towards the bedroom. To spare his dignity, you decided to glaze over his reaction. "You should know by now that I'll take any excuse to get my hands on that booty of yours."

"I know. Trust me, you've asked me enough times about where I'm going 'double cheeked up,' or how it 'must be jelly because jam don't shake like that'—which I still don't know the meaning of—or how it looks like two pigs fighting under a blanket in my pants," he complains, rolling his eyes as if he's hearing your jokes real-time.

"Oh come oooon. Like you don't love the attention."

"Absolutely hate it." You can’t see his face since he’s decided now is the best time to pay attention to his boiling noodles again, but you can tell from the way he says it that he’s hiding a growing smile.

"Oh really?" You tease, arching an eyebrow. "So, when we were cuddling two nights ago and you were laying on top of me, you /didn't/ put one of my hands on your head and the other on your butt?"

"Nope. You're losing it. I don't remember that happening."

Your mouth opens in fake bewilderment, staring at his messy bun while he shakes the package of ramen seasoning to put in his noodles. How dare this girlboss try to gaslight you and gatekeep his ass? This will not stand.

A loud slap echoes in the kitchen as you slap his ass and Kenma nearly jumps out of his skin, dropping his whole flavor packet into the pot and whipping his head around quickly to glare at you. Before he can begin his scolding, he quickly turns back around to grab his chopsticks so he can fish out the packet from the boiling water, whining your name as he's pinching the soggy thing between his chopsticks.

"That's what you get for being a little liar," you joke. As he's grabbing a bowl from the cabinets up above, you hear him grumbling under his breath, no doubt cursing you with each word. You slide in next to him, wrapping an arm around his hips, hand dangerously hovering near his butt. "Honey, you have to give in to butt touches. It's inevitable. I will not stop until I am satiated."

"That's never going to happen."

"Exactly. Ya see, we're on the same page after all!" You look over your shoulder at the wall clock, finding that you've spent quite a bit of time shooting the shit with Kenma instead of grabbing a snack and drink like you were supposed to. You reach into the cupboard, nabbing a snack and grabbing your water bottle to make your retreat. "I'm going to get back to work. Good luck with your stream!"

As you're walking away, you feel the sting on your ass first before the same loud slap as earlier registers in your ears, followed by Kenma's snickers. You turn slowly and see his smug face, smirking at you with pride.

"What can I say? It was inevitable."

Written by: Luna

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alleycat97 · 2 years

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The Newly Weds (Pt.1)

Poppy x MC(Bea)

Tag list- @samanthadalton @baexpoppy @uhh-the-green-thing @kwaj115 @belvoiresqueenbee @rayvenz3 @rich-and-bitchy-is-my-type @a-ghost-girl @hallowdiamond @veenast @iamsimpforpoppy

Bea’s first day on campus left her with more questions than answers. She hadn’t run into that bitch Poppy in a few days but she wouldn’t mind making that small fry her bitch again.

Speaking of bitches, Chloe was gonna catch these farm hands as soon as she sees the ditz blonde again for destroying her laptop.

Oh and did she mention she hooked up with her professor? Talk about awkward. But at least Bea had a new friend, her roommate, Zoey. She already seems to have her back so all isn’t totally lost.

But as Bea sat at an upscale restaurant alone, she couldn’t help but think of home and how this could be a mistake, totally unaware of the shrimp paste of a woman sitting down across from her.

“Iowa.” Poppy said trying to antagonize the new girl some more.

She had finished up her dinner with Chloe and Veronica, and told them to run along. She spotted the new girl Hughes sitting alone in the back of the restaurant, such an easy target.

“What do you want.” Bea said disinterested, continuing to pick at her food.

“Normally I wouldn’t dare be caught talking to a bottom feeding cow wrestler like you in public, but I came over to remind you that Belvoire is my school. Your little stunt on the quad was brave, but stupid.”

“Puuuu-leaseee.” Bea laughed. “I could have your little school and your crown at the snap of my manicured fingers.”

“You’re just like every other triple digit waste of air that’s tried to come for my crown. News flash cow patty, I’ve made students more of a threat than you cry and transfer like the bottom feeders they are. Don’t make me ruin you before your Belvoire career gets started.”

Bea couldn’t believe the intensity and the hatred this girl kept inside. It was overwhelming and she had no clue where such a small woman kept it all. She was quite arousing when she was mad.

“Are you listening to me? Don’t tell me your deaf now too.” Poppy snapped her fingers trying to get Bea to snap out of her gaze. A gaze in which was burning right through Poppy, making her cheeks flush. “Stop staring you…beast! It’s rude!”

Bea smirked; seeing Poppy blush was all the fuel she needed, she caved for just a second showing her true feelings and Bea was ready to play.

She stood up from her side and made her way to Poppy’s, never taking her hungry gaze off the smaller girl. Like a cougar ready to pounce, she inched closer to Poppy, cornering her in.

“What do you think your doing Farmsville! Get your dirty farm hands away from me!” Poppy’s breath hitched as Bea forcefully held both of Poppy’s arms at bay with one hand and used her other to grab her chin, forcing her to look deep into her eyes.

“Admit it Pops, you want me, you want this.” Bea whispered, kissing around her ear.

Poppy moaned, damn her hormones and this freakishly strong farm girl. But she was right, she was willing to see if this 8 second ride was as advertised.

“Let’s grab some drinks and head to my place.” Bea added, leaving her mark on Poppy’s neck.

…

Beep…Beep….Beep…Beep(Alarm clock)

“Turn that damn thing offffff, my head hurts….” Bea cried out, lazily punching the alarm over and over until it shut up. Only to hear a weird ringtone going off simultaneously across the room.

(What sounds like a spam caller trying to reach you about your car’s extended warranty)

“I swear Chloe I will kill you if this is some of your choreography bullshit.” Poppy winced sitting up in bed reaching for her phone.

“Huh, it was mom. 47 missed calls? What in the hell?” Poppy quizzed looking up from her phone realizing she wasn’t in her room.

“Morning Pops.” Bea said stretching out, making the smaller woman jump out of her skin.

“Damnit newbee! What the hell did you do to me last night! I don’t remember anything.”

“First off, stop yelling. My head is about to fucking explode. Secondly, I didn’t do shit. You ordered some fancy drinks and we fucked…a lot. And that’s all I remember.”

“What the hell is this?” Poppy panicked looking at her Pjs, “Farmsville Hog Calling Champion? I’m going to be even sicker.”

“You better call your mom, it seems to be important.” Bea noted, watching the phone vibrate and ring once again.

“Shut your filthy hog calling mouth and don’t tell me what to do.” Poppy demanded raising the phone to her ear.

“Hello mother!” Poppy’s fake ass turned from Princess to goblin in a mere second after hearing her mother’s tone.

“What the hell are you doing Poppy! Trying to ruin us for good!?” Poppy’s mom yelled enraged.

“Calm down mom, what are you talking about?” Poppy asked confused.

“Why don’t you check your Picta page! Mrs. Poppy Hughes!”

Poppy’s heart stopped, it just dawned on her she was wearing a wedding ring, so she quickly checked her socials and The T. Sure enough, her and Bea Hughes tied the Knot last night.

“I’m going to kill you Iowa!” Poppy screamed trying to smother Bea with her pillow.

“Poppy! Please let’s talk this out! It’s got to be a mistake!” Bea pleaded easily tossing her new ‘wife’ off her.

“Does this look like a mistake!” Poppy threw over their signed copy of the wedding certificate she found on the dresser, signed Mrs. and Mrs. Hughes.

“And look at this ring, where did you buy this? And vending machine!” Poppy protested.

“How do I know? Please calm down and let’s figure this out.” Bea said approaching Poppy who stood up and backed towards the door.

“No! Stay away! I’m gonna call my lawyers and sue your hillbilly ass!”

“Sue me? What’s yours is mine…honey.” Bea teased, not helping the situation.

“Just! Just stay away from me!”

#pixelberry #queen b chloe #queen b poppy #poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #queen b

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justice4canyonmoon · 3 years

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I don't know if you're comfortable with this, but could you write something about fingering Harry for the first time and he really likes it and is moaning like crazy?

I originally was going to try and make this really short, but sub! harry is my favorite Harry, so it turned into a full on one-shot! I hope this is good for you!

Warnings: smut!!!! anal fingering (m receiving), oral sex (m receiving), sub! harry

WC: 1.5k

You being dominant wasn’t anything new. Whenever one of yours and Harry’s sexual escapades ended in you taking control, you both absolutely loved it. You spanked him, tied him up, edged him, called him a dirty whore, and rode him until he cried. But there was still something the two of you had never tried before.

Harry had been curious about this for a long time. One of his friends talked about how much he loved being pegged, and Harry began to wonder if he would like the feeling. He did a little research into it, even googling about male sex toys, but the strap-ons and butt plugs seemed a little too scary to him yet. He figured he should probably see if he actually liked the feeling first before he bought any of those things.

Harry brought up the topic at dinner one night. The two of you had a natural lull in conversation, and he worked up the courage to mention it.

“Darlin’, I’ve got somethin’ I need t’ ask y’.”

You put your fork down and looked at him expectantly, not totally sure where he was going with this.

He swallowed, “Have y’ ever, ehm, pegged someone? Or enjoyed doin’ it?”

You had honestly secretly been hoping he’d ask this for a while. You wanted him to be the one to bring it up so that you knew he was comfortable with the idea.

“Yes, I have. You want me to do it to you?”

“Well, sort of,” he explained, “I dunno how ready I am f’ the whole shebang since ‘ve never done it before, but I was thinkin’ maybe y’ could finger me? Just to see how it feels?”

You smiled, “Sure, baby. We can give it a try.”

Harry returned your smile, his cheeks turning a soft shade of crimson as he returned to eating the shrimp scampi you two had cooked together.

A few days later, you got the chance to try it. You could tell he was nervous, so you took your time stripping him down and pressing sweet, reassuring kisses to his lips. You had him lay on the bed and you followed, straddling his waist and continuing to kiss him, hoping to try and quell some of his nerves. You proved unsuccessful, however; when you pulled back and grabbed the lube, you could see him trembling. You faltered, not wanting to rush into things if he wasn’t ready.

“Are you sure you want this, Harry?” you asked softly.

He looked up at you, eyes slightly wide, “Y-yeah. ‘M sure. Jus’ a bit nervous, ‘s all.”

“Okay, but if you change your mind at any time, tell me. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” you told him.

“I will, promise,” he replied.

Happy with his response, you leaned down and kissed his forehead before trailing light kisses down his neck and chest. You weren’t planning on touching his nipples at all, but when you saw how hard they were, you took one into your mouth and tugged gently. He whimpered as you pinched its twin, rolling the nub between your fingers. You smirked, licking both of his nipples to soothe the pain before continuing your descent, pressing sloppy kisses to his abdomen until you reached his cock. You licked at the head, relishing in the whine that fell from his lips.

“Gonna suck your cock for a little to make sure you’re nice and relaxed. That sound good, honey?” you murmured.

He nodded vigorously, but a squeeze to his thigh reminded him to answer verbally, “Y-yes. Sounds s’ good.”

“That’s my good boy,” you whispered, before pushing just the head of his cock between your lips.

He moaned softly, threading his fingers into your hair; though he tugged, he knew better than to try and make you take more. The only time he’d tried that, you’d spanked him so hard he couldn’t sit the next day. You smirked at the sound, teasingly swirling your tongue around the tip, collecting the pre-cum that had begun to leak out. Soon, you took a little bit more, sinking about halfway down on his cock. You looked up at his face, but were unhappy when you saw that his eyes were squeezed shut.

You squeezed his thigh again and pulled off of his cock, “Eyes open. Want you to look at me while I’m making you feel good.”

His eyes snapped open, his forest green eyes meeting yours, “‘M sorry. I’ll keep ‘em open, promise.”

“That’s a good boy,” you crooned.

Satisfied, you swiftly took him back in your mouth, wanting to make him both as comfortable and as turned on as possible before you pushed your fingers into him. You could hear desperate whines from above you as your nose brushed his pelvis, and you thought that now might be the best time, so he didn’t cum before you even got a chance to get started.

You pulled off of him again and asked, “Are you ready, baby?”

“‘M ready,” he confirmed.

Though you could tell he was still a bit nervous, he was definitely more relaxed than before, which was a good sign. You pulled back slightly to lube up your fingers, then leaned back in and licked a stripe up his cock. You took him back into your mouth, and he gasped softly when he felt your lube-covered finger circling his rim. You looked up at him, and he nodded at you, giving you the go-ahead. So, you slowly and gently pushed your index finger inside of him. You expected him to tell you it hurt, tense up, or maybe let out some soft noises of pleasure.

You didn’t expect the guttural moan that he released.

You smirked to yourself around his cock. He fucking loved it. You thought he would, but hearing it made satisfaction hum through your veins.

“F-fuck, b-baby. It feels s’ fuckin good. P-please move,” he begged.

With his consent, you moved your finger inside of him, relishing in the breathy moans he was making. His eyes had screwed shut again, though, and you couldn’t have that. You stilled your finger inside of him and pulled off of his cock again.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your eyes open?”

Immediately, his eyes opened again, “Fuck, ‘m sorry. Jus’ felt s’ good, I couldn’t help m’self. Promise I’ll keep ‘em open, jus’ please don’ stop. Please.”

You maintained steady eye contact as you crooked your finger inside of him. He moaned loudly again, but managed to keep his eyes open. You didn’t take him back into your mouth, now knowing how much he enjoyed taking your fingers.

“Gonna add another finger, is that okay, baby?”

He nodded wildly, “Please, please, please!”

You chuckled softly, “My baby boy is a little eager now, isn’t he?”

You wanted to tease him a little bit, but decided to leave that for next time. This was new for him, and you didn’t want to overwhelm him. So, you relented and pushed your middle finger in to join your pointer, and he squeaked in pleasure. His hips ground down onto your fingers, almost of their own accord, as he cried out. You pumped your fingers in and out of him, gentle praises falling from your lips as he took you. When you crooked both of your fingers inside of him again, a stream of curses escaped his lips. If his sugary sweet moans didn’t tell you how much he was enjoying this, the way his hole was clenching around your fingers did. His cock was throbbing, and you could tell that he was close as his moans turned into pants.

“S’ c-close. P-please, may I c-cum? Need t-to s’ bad,” Harry begged, confirming your suspicions.

You nodded, bringing your free hand up to tug at his cock, “Go ahead, my love. You’ve been such a good boy, you earned it.”

That’s all it took for him to cum. His release coated your hand as he moaned your name, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. You stroked his cock through his high, milking every drop.

“That’s my good boy. Look so pretty when you cum for me, Harry,” you praised, smirking at the keening sound he released at your words.

When he came down from his orgasm, you slowly removed your fingers from his hole. He whimpered softly at the newfound emptiness, already missing your fingers. You smiled and gently brushed some stray curls from his forehead, peppering sweet kisses all over his face.

“Well, guess I liked it,” Harry remarked with a dopey smile on his face.

You giggled, “Guess so. Glad you did, I’ve honestly wanted to do this with you for a while. Wanted you to bring it up, though, so I knew you’d be comfortable with it.”

“‘M definitely a bit more than ‘comfortable,’ love,” he murmured, sounding exhausted.

But then, he looked up at you with wide eyes, “‘Y didn’ cum yet, baby.”

“I can take care of it myself, Har. Know I tired you out,” you replied.

He shook his head stubbornly, “No. If ‘m here, ‘m making y’ cum. Sit on my face, love.”

And you couldn’t find it in yourself to refuse.

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