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jinwoosbabyboo · 1 month ago

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Its For the Mission

You had to go undercover for a mission. The mission? Seduce the target to get information out of them. Your target is incredibly weak to a pretty face and a little charm. A/N: The boys know why you're going undercover and what you have to do. [Requested by: 17kurodaayumu]

‼️TW‼️: sensitive topics; forced proximity w/ unwanted touching, hints of sexual harassment & assault

"It's for the mission. It's for the mission." You whispered to yourself with a nod. Here you were in the hotel room of who the Hunter's Association suspects may be the head of an organization that has been strategically causing dangerous outbreaks across the country. It didn't take much convincing for you to agree to being bait. However, you didn't expect to end up in your targets hotel room ..... alone.

They were more than willing to tell you everything while you laid on the charm thick, perhaps too thick. They constantly trailed their hand up and down your thigh inching closer and closer to your forbidden fruit. You'd slightly adjust your legs to keep their hand at bay, but it never lasted long. Their hands trailed all over your body leaving a slimy feeling on your skin. You choked back bile as they laid sloppy kisses on your neck.

They mumbled every detail to their plans as if drunk off your body. There it was, you had finally gotten all the information you needed out of them to make an airtight case. Before their hand could sweep up your thigh again you twisted their wrist, side stepping to slam them to the ground and called in your backup. Your team rushed in as you stumbled out of the room vomiting until you were dry heaving into a trashcan you snagged from the bathroom.

Zayne

Zayne waited outside the hotel to pick you up once you sent him a text that the job was done. "How did it go?" He asked, shrugging off his overcoat to drape over your shoulders. "It went....." Your voice trailed off as you recounted the events in your head. "Let's go."

The car ride was silent save for the low radio filling the space. You barely let Zayne put the car in park before you flung the door open and beelined straight for the bathroom. You practically ripped your clothes off leaving a trail from the front door to the bathroom.

Zayne leisurely trailed behind, locking the door, closing the blinds, and picking up your discarded clothes. He found you already in the shower, steam fogging up the glass door and mirror. He could see you viciously scrubbing your body as if you were trying to remove it all together.

Something was very wrong, Zayne opened the shower door to find you distraught and shaking. As you stood there with tears running down your face Zayne grabbed your wrist halting your movements. Your tearful gaze snapped up meeting his concerned eyes and furrowed brows. "Are you trying to hurt yourself?"

You shook your head as if trying to throw the memory out. "I have to get it off ... I need their touch off me ..." You'd rubbed your neck raw, a single drop of blood ran down your neck mixing with the water. "Let me help" Zayne whispered as he took the African net sponge from your hand and stepped into the shower still dressed in his button up and dress pants. "Zayne....your clothes...."

"This is not about me" You stood there silent as Zayne gently scrubbed your body working meticulously around your raw neck; that was going to need first aid. He held the shower-head to you body and rinsed the soap off while rubbing small circles with his thumb where the soap washed away.

Zayne stepped out first, leaving you under the cascade of warm water as he shed his wet clothes, quickly drying off and throwing a robe on and coming back to towel dry you off.

Securing the towel around your body he then scooped you up bridal style and sat you on the counter. The silence between you two was far from uncomfortable it was like a warm cup of tea on a rainy day.

Simply blissful.

Zayne dressed your wound and kissed your forehead. "Would you like me to leave now?" Your eyes bulged at his question and then you saw in his eyes how worried and unsure he was. "No stay. Please." He wasted no time changing into a pair of pajamas you kept for him and then dressing you. He laid down with, pulling you close and resting his chin on your head. “Do you still love me after what I had to do?”

“Without question”

Rafayel

Rafayel insisted on coming with you on your undercover mission. "I'll just be in the background you won't even know I'm there" You had no clue just how right he was. The night of your mission you couldn't spot him in the intimate club no matter how hard you tried. It was like he blended in with the air itself. So when you ended up back at the hotel you thought he’d abandoned you.

Once you were stumbling out of the room Rafayel was right there. He rubbed your back as you wretched into the trash can before wiping your mouth and lifting you up in his arms bridal style.

“Tell me what you want” He softly demanded as he gently folded you into the car. “A shower…..I feel disgusting” He nodded, closing the door and walking around to the drivers side. He played music and tried to engage you in some small talk, but you were having none of it. You gazed out the window with dead eyes rimmed with tears.

"It's okay I can walk" You told him when he offered to carry you on his back. Instead he walked with you, one hand on your lower back as he guided you to the bathroom. He placed a towel for you into a towel warmer and stepped out while you showered.

You opened the shower door to find him standing there, towel in hand. You told him everything that happened as he towel dried you off. He showered you in praises as he moved on to moisturizing your body. Nothing sexual just reminding you of how good a job you did and how brave you were to be the one to do such a risky job. "Im surprised you still even want to touch me" You mumbled as you stared at the wall. "I want my touch to be the only touch you remember"

Rafayel stayed by your side until you fell into a deep slumber. Once your breaths were steady and you didn't stir in your sleep when he stood from the bed; he slipped out into the night. Since you had all the information you needed your suspect could simply disappear right?

Xavier

Xavier was quick to get you far away from that hotel as quickly as possible. "Did they hurt you?" He spun you around as soon as you two were back in your apartment. He quickly scanned your body checking for any kind of bruises or wounds. "Not physically" You mumbled, staring off seemingly in a daze.

Xavier's shoulders deflated at your answer he knew exactly what you meant. He didn't push you for anymore answers since the entire mission was recorded and will be in the debriefing tomorrow. "Let's get you cleaned up" You nodded mechanically as he squatted down to carry you on his back.

He gently placed you on the bathroom counter and held your chin while he brushed your teeth for you. As soon as you spit he was tipping a cup of mouthwash into your mouth; while you swished that he wiped your makeup off. Xavier couldn't help but stare at you lovingly while you avoided eye contact ashamed of what you ended up doing.

Gripping your hips he pulled you from the counter setting you on your feet. You didn't fight him as he stripped you down and then himself. He showered with you in silence, gently scrubbing your body hoping his touch would help relax you.

It did.

You didn't look at him until he was pulling a pajama shirt over your head. His eyes lit up as you scanned his face "There she is" he whispered, cupping your face. You held onto his wrists as a few tears spilled from your eyes. "Am I still special to you?" Your voice cracked as you shook from the memory of what transpired just over an hour ago.

"You're everything to me"

Sylus

You needed to leave you slipped out amongst the chaos of your team coming in to collect the suspect. You rushed out of the hotel, your feet moving faster than your brain could keep up. You fumbled with your phone trying to call Sylus, but your hands were shaking too bad. Suddenly you heard a familiar sound coming from above you.

It was Mephisto! You looked up to see him circling above you before taking off north. You chased after him knowing he would be leading you straight to Sylus. You were running for what felt like forever, taking turn after turn always keeping Mephisto in sight.

Then you finally saw him. His tall frame at the end of the street. You sprinted as fast as you could throwing yourself in his arms. He swung you around holding you tightly to his body. "How'd it go?" his question was met with low sniffles and tears as you buried your face in his neck. "Main suspect is in custody. Can we go back to the N109 Zone now I don't want to be here anymore" You hug him tighter in hopes that the feel of him will dissolve the memory of the mission.

Once you got back to Sylus' home he didn't let your feet touch the ground until you were in his ensuite bathroom. He turned on the shower testing the water before turning to you. "Strip." was all he said and you listened. You shed each piece of clothing and placed them in his outstretched hand. "What are you going to do with them?"

"Dispose of them obviously" He held them with his evol as he held the shower door open for you. "Take your time and only change into that robe I'll have something for you fit for a queen." You didn't understand why he only wanted you in a robe. "I'm not really up for sex tonight Sy"

"I never said anything about sex Princess" His expression was soft as he nodded his head towards the shower. You stepped inside more than ready to wash away that strangers touch. You took your time even went as far to simply stand under the water and let the warmth engulf you.

You stepped out, following orders of not dressing and simply slipping into the plush robe that was left on the counter for you. Sylus wasn't in the bedroom when you came out leaving you confused. You turned to see Mephisto studying you before screeching a loud caw and flying out the door. You followed behind him and he led you to the other side of the house to a room that looked like an in-home spa.

There Sylus was sprinkling the last of a few rose petals into a large jacuzzi bathtub. "Why is this all the way on the other side of the house?" Your brows furrowed as Sylus circled around you, shutting the door and guiding you to the tub.

"This side of the house is quieter" He untied your robe and let it pool around your ankles. "I drew this bath so you could relax I could feel how tense your body was and still is" He held your hand as you climbed in and relaxed against the bath pillow. You instinctively closed your eyes and hummed as the jets massaged your body.

Your eyes snapped open when you heard something being set down and your arm being pulled from the bath. Sylus had pulled up a small stool to sit next to you. He'd rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and was now massaging your hand; making his way up your arm.

Sylus took his time massaging your entire body while you soaked in the tub. He hummed off-key with the softest smile on his face. "I don't deserve you" You whispered.

"You deserve the world, the sun, and the moon My Queen"

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buckets-and-trees · 6 months ago

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FALLING AWAY

Characters/Pairings: Alpha!Bucky x Female!Omega!Reader Word Count: 1.5k Summary: After his public claiming of you, Bucky still has more in mind to show his takeover of the pack and the lands that he has annexed along with that power.

Content/Warnings: omegaverse; explicit smut: public sex, exhibitionism, vaginal penetration, breastplay, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding, biting/claiming

Author Notes: Sequel to the drabble I wrote for Alpha Bucky in April, but does not necessarily need to be read before reading this. Hitting the breeding kink for @buckybarnesevents Build a Bucky Bingo June prompt; and the dialogue, noisy sex, and exhibitionism prompts for the first week of Hot Bucky Summer.

There’s only a small part of you that wishes giving in to the leader of the HYDRA pack had been more difficult.

To be fair, you had resisted until the lives of others were at stake.

At that point, standing on principles seemed selfish, especially when it was evident Alpha Bucky Barnes had unequivocally taken the upper hand.

And then he had taken you physically to seal his victory publicly in the town square, knotting you, ripping orgasms from you, making him beg for you, and claiming you with the first mating bite.

Now you walk towards him willingly underneath a full moon three nights later.

For two of those days, the alpha had been relentless in plying your body with pleasure and fucking you through states of pain and bliss into exhaustion.

He had left you alone today, but only to yield you into the hands of a team of betas who had bathed you; plucked, waxed, and trimmed your body hair; buffed your skin and rubbed it with mild sweet oils that complimented your natural scent; cleaned and arranged your hair; and dressed you in an impressive bridal gown of silk and lace, but no underwear.

Many alphas and omegas bonded without a ceremony, but some pairs still chose to participate in the formal affair.

Your omega side had yielded to him fully at his first bite.

This ritual, however, was something that hadn’t taken place in living memory - a conqueror’s bonding, only necessary when one alpha or pack assumed power over another.

As you step up next to him, surrounded by witnesses (official witnesses and unofficial but curious), a shiver runs down your spine as his piercing eyes rove over your heaving chest. He licks his lips.

There is no officiant at the altar, only the two of you.

You know he must feel the piece of you that is valiantly still trying to fight him, because he cocks his chin slightly, and his gaze hardens as he looks down at you.

He takes the half step necessary to close the small amount of space between you. He raises one hand, and traces his thumb over your first bonding mark, eliciting another shiver from your body, but it’s more powerful - visibly noticeable to everyone watching.

Humiliating, but also unfurls a shoot of desire in your belly.

He then lets his hand rest there at the base of your neck, holding you, steadying you.

“Omega,” he utters, the deep tone seeming to wrap around your chest, the only word to signal what he wants next.

And so you tilt your head to the side, baring your neck to him.

A double bonding is biologically unnecessary, some couples engage in it, but the second claiming at midnight on a full moon was the sign of consolidation of power to the alpha and submission by the omega.It was predetory, performative, political.

Though there was the small part of you still clawing at you to fight him, you can not deny the part that had rooted in you that wanted him, wanted this, yearned for this claiming - so much so that you gasp and one of your hands shoots up to tangle in his hair as his teeth sink in to your neck, marking you a second time.

The rush of it is more than physical, though. You are flooded with even more of him inside of you, the bond doubling with the second bite.

His tongue laps at the fresh bonding mark, and you mewl softly and sink slightly into his chest.

“Up on the altar,” he instructs. “Present for me in front of these witnesses.”

His request comes as no surprise, even if you hadn’t anticipated it.

He had fucked you in public before, totally unabashed, why would he not subject you to that again? It had not been detailed in the historical records for this rite, but surely other conquering alphas had done more than merely administer the second bite when it said they claimed an omega for the second time.

And it was well known that knotting and breeding at the full moon enhanced the possibility of conception when an alpha knotted an omega.

All the better to ensure compliance and alliance.

But as Bucky pushes the delicate layers of silk and lace up over your bare ass once you are kneeling on the altar, the semantics leave your mind, and all you can focus on are his movements and the vague awareness that there is an audience to everything happening.

He sinks two of his vibranium fingers into your cunt, and he hums at finding you slick and wet for him already. He pumps those fingers slowly, priming you.

Shamefully, you whine when he removes them. You should be more resistant, more ashamed that he’s going to fuck you in front of a crowd again, shouldn’t you?

But he’s immediately crawling up on the altar behind you, kneeling between your legs, pushing your knees further apart to accommodate your big, burly alpha, the largest man you’ve encountered in your life. He leans over your back, his thighs meeting the backs of yours, his coarse hair a start contrast to your smooth skin there. He grips the back of your neck and turns your head so you’re looking back at the crowd.

His lips are at your ear as he speaks only loud enough for you to hear. “I’m going to take this slow, and I’m going to fuck this cunt until there’s no one left to watch.”

You shudder beneath him.

“You may pretend to be disgusted or ashamed, but after the other night, I think you like it.”

”No,” you breathe, and turn your head away from the scores of eyes glued your coupled actions.

”Yes, Omega,” he says. He moves his hips, rubbing the length of his cock against your wet pussy and the thatch of pubic hair growing damp with the mess of your slick as his hard length moves up and down against you. He tugs at the neckline of your dress until your breasts spill out.

“You like how they watch, you like how it feels to have them watch, to hold their attention, their lust, their envy, their fascination.”

His hands have been skimming over the swells of your breasts, but now he punctuates the last word with a tweak to one of your nipples, and you yelp.

“You don’t have to admit it, ‘mega,” he continues to murmur right next to your cheek, his hot breath affecting you just as much as every other feeling of him against and along your body. “I could feel the moment your body surrendered to the pleasure and debauchery the other night, and I know I will feel you hit that surrender again tonight.”

He gives your nipple another, harsher tweak, eliciting another yelp, but then he palms your breast, and you can’t help but moan.

“That’s a start,” he says, then licks the shell of your ear, causing a ripple of pleasure down your neck and spine.

“Alpha,” you plead - but for what you’re not sure.

He presses you down into the full presentation position, your face and chest forced down to the altar, and he leans back up straight. While his right hand holds you down, his left hand guides the tip of his cock to your entrance, and you keen for him.

He notches just the tip of himself into your tight heat.

“Louder, let everyone hear you,” he says, then sinks in to the hilt with one slow, powerful thrust, and you do moan openly at the fullness.

He has you so full with his cock that it’s like you can feel him everywhere inside you.

“Let them see without question who you willingly belong to now, Omega.” You can’t tell if it’s a taunt or an endearment at this point, but he grips your hip with his vibranium hand and begins to fuck you in a way that has you forgetting every thought that isn’t him in a matter of moments as with a double bond, the way your dual pleasure mingles and feeds off of each other falls away and all you want, breathe, feel, and crave is him. More of him. And maybe that is more of you showing anyone watching how well you take your alpha and how the pleasure he exacts from you is beyond anything you’ve felt before.

“Going to knot you and fill you with my seed until you’re bursting and dripping my spend, Omega, fuck a pup into you.”

And as you steadily are worked towards your first orgasm of the night, you know you will take him and all his complications and complexities because this - this all-consuming feeling that only he has ever given you - is undeniable and you’re insatiable for it and the enigma that is your alpha.

You scream of ecstasy shatters the atmosphere of the room, scattering some away, but drawing some to take a step closer, but you’re oblivious to the effect, and only urge your alpha to give you more.

JUMP TO PART THREE: EVERY MINUTE OF IT full Fine Line Collection

So. Yes. I didn’t think I’d write more for these two, but here we are. How ya feeling, friend?

Technically mean alpha Bucky wasn’t winning the poll I put out earlier today, but he was still haunting my muse, so I had to write him anyway… so I guess that means you’ll still be seeing the poll winner from me later this weekend.

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cumonstevie · 5 months ago

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Home Sweet Home

Summary: "It's good to be home," you think as you arrive back in Hawkins, Indiana; not only three years older, but also as a mother.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sexual acts but not detailed

A/N: guys I'm really excited to post this frfr, I'll edit it later. I think there might be 4 parts to this, but we'll see. Also, this is like, 3.6k words and I tweaked the timeline a bit so don't worry about the logistics fr 😶 I hope you like it!

“God, Nance…” Steve panted as he tried to catch his breath from above you.

The blissful haze suddenly bursts as his words registered in your head and you open your eyes with a frown. “What?”

“Huh?” He doesn’t even realize what he’s said and that upsets you even more.

“Get off me.”

“What?” Steve lifts his head from the crevice of your neck to look at you.

“I said get off of me.”

He’s confused. “Did I do something wrong?”

“I said get off!” You raise your voice, tears already threatening to spill from your eyes.

Still confused, Steve complies and moves beside you on his bed. You immediately sit up with his blanket covering your body as you search for your clothes while he covers himself with a pillow.

“Y/N,” he calls, “Y/N what happened?”

You ignore him and pull your shorts on before searching for the rest of your clothes. Steve hurries and puts his boxers on, carefully walking over to you.

“Did I hurt you?” He slowly and softly touches your shoulder after you had just put your bra back on.

“Don’t touch me!” You whip around to face him and he immediately retreats his hand like you burned him.

“What did I do!?” He raises his voice. “Tell me what I did! I-I thought we were having a good time-”

“Yeah, we were,” you start as you finally tug your shirt on over your head, “until you called me Nancy.”

The color drains from his face once those words leave your mouth and he seems deep in thought, probably trying to recall the moment he called you a different name.

“Y/N I- I don’t- She-”

He’s at a loss for words. What could he possibly say to make this better? He doesn’t even remember calling you Nancy but by the tears silently slipping from your eyes, he knows you’re telling the truth and it crushes him to see you like this.

You and Steve have known each other since sixth grade. The pair of you had to sit next to each other for a semester which brought you two very close. You stayed friends for the remainder of the year and continued to be friends since.

You didn’t start having feelings for Steve until freshman year. It had just stopped raining when the two of you exited the movie theater and on the walk back home, there was a massive puddle blocking your way. You told him you were fine walking through it, he disagreed saying you’d get the bottom of your skirt wet and dirty. You told him that it was fine and that you could just wash it when you got home, he said no and with a blink of an eye he had picked you up, bridal style, walking across the puddle and getting his shoes dirty.

You told him he didn’t have to do that but he just shrugged and continued to carry you. You took this time to study his features and suddenly a strange feeling erupted from the pit of your stomach. When did Steve get so cute? Was he always like this? How did you never notice it before?

He sets you down at your doorstep with a grin and you finally come back to. You thank him, not only for taking you to the movie theater but for carrying you as well. He says it’s no big deal and “what are friends for?”.

For the rest of the night, you replayed that moment in your head.

Sophomore year came around rather quickly and just one month into the school year, Steve was dating a freshman named Nancy Wheeler. She was really sweet and very kind and boy did you envy her. Because she had what you wanted. Steve. As her boyfriend.

They dated for a year and you really got to know her, even befriend her. You also befriended a peculiar boy named Jonathan and an even more peculiar boy named Eddie. Your junior year, to complete your little friend group, you befriended a talkative girl named Robin.

And maybe a couple of middle schoolers. But to be fair, you only became friends with them because two of them were your friends' little siblings.

Steve and Nancy broke up a few days after their one year anniversary. Steve was torn. You were there for him, like always.

Seven months after Steve and Nancy called it quits, you finally decide to tell him that you have feelings for him. You’re extremely nervous. He doesn’t say anything but he does pull you into a kiss which leads to the two of you being intimate which then leads to the moment at hand.

“You’re unbelievable.” You scoff, throwing your bag over your shoulder and shoving past Steve.

“Wait-” He takes your hand in his to stop you but you yank it away.

“No!” You shout, “God, I thought you felt the same way about me! You kissed me!”

“I do feel the same way!” He looks at you with panic-stricken eyes.

“No you don’t!” You take a step away from him. “You’re still hung up over Nancy. I’m so stupid. God, we- we had-” You trail off, pressing the palm of your hand to your head. “Shit. I need to go.”

“Y/N please wait. Let me explain-”

“Just leave me alone, Steve.” You interrupt him. “Please leave me alone.”

He stands at the doorway of his room, defeated, as he watches you walk down the hall and disappear down the stairs. When he hears the front door slam shut he closes his eyes and bangs his fist against the doorframe.

After that day, you did everything to avoid him. You didn’t talk to him in class, you were always one of the first people to leave, you didn’t answer his phone calls, you begged your mom and dad to tell Steve you weren’t home whenever he’d stop by, you even started having lunch in the library with Eddie just to avoid him.

You continued to do all of that for the remainder of the school year and when summer came around, you and your family ended up moving to Michigan. Not because of the Steve situation, your parents didn’t even know what happened between the two of you. The only one who knew was Eddie. Your dad got a job offer and decided to take it. At least avoiding Steve would be way easier now.

You told your friends about the move and although they were sad, they wished you well with whatever came next for you and you did the same for them.

With one last group hug, you bid farewell to your friends and farewell to Hawkins.

Starting your senior year of high school being four months pregnant was not ideal. You only found out after the move and when you told your parents they were deeply disappointed. Their 17 year old daughter falling pregnant was not what they had wanted for you and as reluctant as they were when you told them you wanted to keep it, they were supportive. They told you it would be tough but it was a risk you were willing to take.

You blurted it out to Eddie one night when the two of you were speaking on the phone. He was telling you about how Nancy and Jonathan had started dating and how Robin was in band now, also telling you that she looked absolutely ridiculous in her uniform and that he’d mail you photos of her in it so you could laugh as well. He caught you up with the kids drama and made sure to avoid the topic of Steve.

Eddie was telling you about some D&D campaign he created when it slipped.

“All I have to do is tell those little squirts that-”

“I'm pregnant.”

There's a moment of silence before you hear Eddie's voice again. “Nooo... Why would I tell them that?”

“Eds..." You sighed.

“Ace… You're not- Are you serious?”

Ace. A nickname he gifted you when you annihilated him in a game of cards once.

“As a heart attack.”

“Oh my god…” He whispered. “Who knows? Is it�� Steve's?”

You shut your eyes and rub your left temple. “Yes, it's his and no one knows but my parents and now, you."

"Y/N/N... holy shit. Are you gonna tell him?"

The thought had crossed your mind on several occasions.

“No.” You reply.

“Y/N-”

“And you're not gonna say anything to anyone, Eddie. I mean it. Not the kids, not Nancy, not Jonathan, not Robin, and especially not Steve, you hear me?"

Eddie let's out a defeated sigh. “Loud and clear.” The two of you are quiet for a few seconds before he talks again. “Can I at least know why you're choosing not to tell him?”

“I just- I don't want to ruin whatever plans he has for the future. He's probably still hung up on Nancy anyway and besides, I doubt we'll ever see each other again.” You spill. “It's better this way.”

“Whatever you say, Ace.” You can tell he's not happy with your answer. “My lips are sealed.”

January 1985 is when you gave birth to a healthy baby girl who you named Penelope.

Penelope Eden Y/L/N.

You had sent pictures of her to Eddie with a note explaining that Eden was close to his name and that’s why you chose it while also saying he would be the best uncle to your little girl. He called you that same day, pretending like he wasn’t crying on the other end as he told you how happy he was.

Two and a half years later, you and your parents move back to Hawkins. You debated on whether or not you were going to stay in Michigan but ultimately decided on following your parents back home. Sure, you made a few friends here and there but nothing would beat your friends back in Hawkins.

Eddie was practically bouncing off the walls when you told him over the phone one night. You promised him the two of you would meet up the minute you were done settling in.

A week after moving back to Hawkins, Eddie came over to your place with a hug for you and about three toys for Penelope. You told him he didn’t have to get her three of them but he shrugged and said he didn’t know which one she would like so he just got them all.

You were about to protest when he held his hand up to your face and said, “Ace, as her favorite uncle, it's my job to get her anything and everything she ever wants.”

For the rest of the time he was there, he bonded with Penelope and the two of you talked about what has been going on for the past 3 years. He told you his band was booking small gigs here and there and you told him you’d go to a few of them when given the chance. Once the catching up died down and it got later in the day, he suggested a reunion with your former friends.

“Come on, Ace, it'll be fun. I’ll invite everyone to my place-” He had gotten an apartment recently. Nothing too big, but just enough for him and his things. “-I won't tell them you're here and when they all show up, BAM! Surprise!”

“Mmm… I don't know, Eds.”

He knows why you’re hesitant.

“Steve won't be there, I promise. He doesn't really hang with us that much anymore. The only one who sees him often is Robin and that's because they work together.” He holds your hand with both of his as he looks at you with pleading eyes. “Please, Ace? It'll only be me, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Will, Mike, and El. Just us. They all miss you just as much as I do.”

He continues to beg and you think it over in your head.

“You promise Steve won't be there?”

“I pinky promise.”

“If he is, I’m breaking your guitar.”

“Deal.” He doesn't miss a beat. “That's how confident I am that he won't be there.”

Eddie had picked you and Penelope up a couple of days later and you helped him set up a few things for the little reunion that was about to take place in less than an hour. Eddie made sure to tell them to all arrive at the same time and as confused as they were, they obliged.

Your hands began to get clammy as time got closer and closer to your friends arriving. You didn’t know why you were so nervous to see them. They were your friends for crying out loud!

Maybe it was the fact that in a couple of minutes they’d all be meeting your two-and-a-half-year-old daughter who they had no clue even existed yet, who also just so happens to look identical to your former best friend. Yeah, that’s exactly why you were so nervous.

“Eds, I’m nervous.” You voice to him as you eye the clock on the wall.

“It’ll be okay.” He rubs your shoulders in a soothing manner. “They’re gonna freak when they see you. In a good way, though. Maybe even pass out when they see Pen.”

Your eyes widen. “That’s not helping. I think I’m about to have a heart attack.”

“You’re fine. Relax, everything is going to be alright.”

He helps you regulate your breathing and when he finally has you calmed down, there’s a knock at the door.

“Oh my god.” You panic. There’s another knock on the door.

“Come on, Eddie, open the door! it’s hot as hell out here!” You recognize the voice as Mike’s and you cover your mouth, eyes wide as you look over at Eddie.

“I’m gonna throw up!”

“No you’re not! Not in my living room, at least.” He whisper-yells back to you. “Take Pen, go into my room, and shut the door. I’ll come and get you when everyone is inside.”

You nod, your stomach doing somersaults as you quickly walk over to Penelope and pick her up. As you shut Eddie’s room door, you tell your daughter to be quiet by putting your finger to your lips and going, “shhh.”

She does the same thing back to you, showing you that she understood.

You could hear a couple of voices from outside of the room and you nervously started tapping your foot against the floor as you waited for Eddie to come get you. About a minute goes by when you finally hear him tell everyone he has something to show them.

You hear Max groan and say, “You better not have gathered all of us here just to show us another one of your new guitars.”

He’s offended by the statement and defends himself, making you believe that he has gotten them all together just to show them one of his new instruments before. You stifle a laugh.

Eddie opens the door slowly so as to not scare you and motions behind him. “You ready?”

You take a deep breath and nod. Eddie guides you down the hall and you unintentionally hold onto Penelope a bit tighter.

“Surprise!” Your friend shouts just as you turn the corner into his living room.

Dustin was mid stuffing his face with chips when he saw you. Everyone’s movements were paused, eyes wide as they stared at you.

“Oh my gosh…” Jonathan managed to get out.

“Y/N!” Robin is the first to jump up off her seat and gather you in a hug.

It’s like her actions bursted through everyone's bubbles because one by one they all came up to you with tears threatening to spill.

“It’s been so long!”

“Are you back for good?”

“How have you been?”

“How long are you here for?”

“We missed you!”

“How-”

“Wait!” Robin interrupted, “We’re all glad you’re back but uh, is this your baby sister or…?”

Everyone’s attention is now on Penelope and your heart starts beating faster. She’s oblivious to what’s happening at the moment and is even reaching over towards Dustin’s hair.

You clear your throat. “Guys, I’d like you to meet my daughter, Penelope. Penny, say hi!” you take her tiny hand and wave to your friends as she says a small “hi.”

There’s a beat of silence before they start speaking at once.

“Daughter?!”

“What the f-”

“Watch your mouth, dingus, there’s a baby present.”

“Sorry…”

“I can’t believe you’re a mom.”

“Who’s the dad?”

“Mike! You can’t just ask that!”

“Why not?”

You feel yourself getting overwhelmed the more and more they ask questions. Eddie senses this quiets them down.

“Guys, guys! Let’s all settle down. I’m sure Y/N will answer all your questions in a bit and even so, she doesn’t have to if she doesn’t want to. Let’s all just appreciate the fact that she’s back, alright?”

Everyone agrees and says sorry. You tell them it’s okay and offer to tell them what they want to know as you move to sit on the couch. Penelope wiggles out of your arms and walks over to Dustin who was sitting on the floor beside you with the rest of the kids.

“Oh,” he says, “hi.”

Penelope grabs a fistful of his hair pulling ever so slightly before letting his curls go and watching them spring back up. This makes her giggle and she does it again.

“Penny, no. We don’t pull people’s hair.” You tell her before fixing your gaze to Dustin. “Sorry Dusty, she likes to play with people’s hair. Especially people with curly hair.”

“It’s okay,” he smiles, “I don’t mind. Here,” he takes his hair and pulls it before letting it go, showing your daughter that he was okay with her doing it again. She giggles and tugs his hair again.

“Okay,” you sigh as you scan over everyone in the room, “What do you want to know?”

You had just finished updating them on everything that has happened since you left. You didn’t go into too much detail, just told them that the father of your baby was someone you met when you moved to Michigan and that when he found out you were pregnant, he bailed.

You didn’t mention anything about Steve and to your knowledge, no one even knew that you guys were involved at one point.

They didn’t ask any further questions about Penelope or her father. They either were done asking or they didn’t want to pry any further just yet. Instead, you moved on and told them about your time in Michigan and asked about what they had all been up to over the past 3 years.

Nancy and Jonathan were still together, Robin has a crush on a girl named Vickie and is too chicken-shit to ask her out, Dustin met some girl at a science camp he went to and now they’re dating, Mike and El were still together, same as Max and Lucas, Will was still playing third wheel (poor Will), and you found out that Joyce and Hopper had gotten together which threw you for a loop.

“Wait, wait, wait-” you shake your head, “your mom-” you point a finger between Will and Jonathan, “-is dating Hopper? Jim Hopper, like the guy who never cracks a smile? The guy who doesn’t enjoy like, anything?”

“Yep.”

“That’s the one.”

“Well,” you start, “you find love in mysterious places with mysterious people, I guess. At least they’re happy.”

You turn your attention to your daughter who was in the middle of playing with Max, El, Dustin, and Lucas. They were helping her build a little tower. Well, they were doing most of the work, she was putting blocks on the tops of their heads saying, “stay!”

“Aww I wish I brought my camcorder, they’re so cute.” You pout.

“I brought my camera!” Jonathan says as he pulls it out of his bag, “I could snap a couple of photos for you.”

“Why’d you bring your camera?” Eddie questioned.

“I bring my camera everywhere.”

“Freak.”

“Says the freak.”

You’re glad to see that not much has changed within your friend dynamic.

“I’d love it if you’d take photos of them playing with Penny.” You tell Jonathan. “I’ll even pay you!”

He scoffs as he snaps his first picture. “That’s not necessary Y/N. We’re friends. Plus, I just self-appointed as Penny’s uncle so if you want me to take photos of my niece, I will.”

“Oh, you self-appointed, huh?” You say with an amused smile.

“Yep.”

“Let’s not let things get out of hand,” Eddie interrupted, “I’m still and always will be Pen’s favorite uncle.”

“We’ll see about that.” Dustin’s voice cut through the air.

“Stay outta this, Frodo.”

“Guys,” you interrupt them, “I’m sure she’ll love you all the same. Now-”

You were cut off when you heard the front door open then shut.

“Sorry I’m late,” a voice you hadn’t heard in a while dances around the room and you feel ill. “I’m assuming my invite got lost in the mail because I know my friends would never meet up and not tell me, right Eddie?”

He finally comes into view yet he hasn’t seen you and you feel like you’re about to throw up. You hadn’t spoken to him since he shattered your heart that fateful day in his bedroom. He looked older, a bit more mature. His hair was all the same, however. Maybe just a tad bit longer but nonetheless the same.

Your heart is pounding at this point. It feels like it’s about to pop out of your chest. Not a good feeling.

“So,” Steve starts, “what’s going-”

He finally sees you and his words fall off. It looks like he’s about to throw up too.

Eyes wide and jaw slacked, Steve manages to say one thing.

“Y/N…?”

“Aw man…” you hear Eddie murmur.

You inhale deeply and slowly turn your head to the one person who promised you that he wouldn’t be here. Eddie is looking at you, utterly terrified, as he chokes out;

“Please don’t hurt my guitar…”

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic

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mynameismckenziemae · 4 months ago

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Picture Perfect

Bob Floyd x female reader

Prompt: Imagine Bob receiving spicy Polaroids of his bride on his wedding day from @phoenix-rising-starbird-one 😘

Summary: You do just that ^ and have to deal with the consequences 😏

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 18+ ONLY.

Warnings: This is pure smut. Dom!Bob, teasing, spanking, humiliation, spanking, dacryphilia, orgasm delay/denial, taking dirty photos, p in v, etc.

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“Oh my God,” Natasha laughs as she flips through the small handful of Polaroids you just handed her, “these turned out so good! Look at you,” she brings one closer to her face to get a better look, “that’s the lingerie set I got you! Bob is going to die!”

Some of them were taken at your bachelorette party, some this morning when you were getting ready. Taken in the positions he likes you best; bent over, on your knees, looking up between your thighs.

“Give a few to Bradley and Jake, too. Oh, there they are,” you spot the boys as you look out the window of your dressing home, “Wow, look at him,” you breathe, seeing him in his tux, handsome as ever. “Go now, now’s a good time.”

Bob is talking to the wedding planner when Nat gets down to the courtyard where the men are congregating.

Bradley’s laughing about something Jake says before he presses a kiss to his cheek; their wedding is coming up next month. You watch as Natasha approaches them with a conniving look on her face. She discreetly hands them each a couple of the photos and gives them instructions before turning toward Bob.

You smile as they hug each other; so much is being said without words. They talk for a moment before Natasha hands him her photos before patting him on the back and walking away.

He watches her, confused, until he looks down at the photo. His face turns beet red before he looks up a the sky for help.

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Bradley’s next. He places his photos into Bob’s hand discreetly just as the photographer finishes up with the groomsmen's pictures.

Bob gulps before he looks down at your body in various states of undress in suggestive positions. Bradley and Jake grin as Bob slowly flips through the photos, flushing further with each one.

*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•.

The photographer finds you next, taking your bridal portraits before hiding you back away in the dressing room.

There’s a text from Bob when you check your phone. Reading it sends a pulse of desire through you before settling between your thighs.

Bob: You are in so much trouble.

You: I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Bob: I’ll be sure to remind you.

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You figure you missed seeing Jake give Bob his photos, but right before Jake escorts Natasha down the aisle, he shows you them in his hand and winks.

Bob’s widen in disbelief when Jake slides the photos into his hand as they do that handshake/hug thing men do. He looks down at photos quickly before sliding them into his pocket with the others.

The heat leaves his expression though when your guests rise and he sees you for the first time.

*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•.

You’re officially ‘Mrs. Floyd’ and can’t keep the smile off your face as you walk hand in hand down the aisle. The naughty photos forgotten with your newly-wedded bliss.

After the photographer steals the two of you away during the cocktail hour, Bob leads you away from the reception hall.

“Where are we going?” You ask, “Dinner starts in 30 minutes.”

“In here,” He finds your dressing room and ushers you inside, making you instantly remember the photos when he locks the door. You whimper as he turns to you with a dark, heated look.

Your eyes widen and look around in a panic as if there’s somewhere to hide in the wide open room.

He’s onto you before you can even attempt to flee. He pulls you against him, hard and pressing on your stomach while he kisses you roughly with teeth and tongue, distracting you as he walks backward to the couch by the window where you watched him earlier.

Suddenly the world spins and the next thing you know, you’re splayed over Bob’s knees.

“What-what are you doing?” You ask breathily, looking over your shoulder at him, face burning.

You knew there would be a price to pay for your little stunt, but you figured it would be after the festivities tonight, or tomorrow when you get to the hotel for your honeymoon. Surely he’s not going to spank you now, not with all your guests waiting downstairs?

“Your mascara is waterproof, right?” He ignores your question to ask his while he pulls the silky white material of your gown up over your butt. “Fuck,” he whispers when he exposes your soaked lingerie.

“Yes,” you whimper as his fingertips brush the white lace underwear, “why?”

“Wouldn’t want to ruin your makeup when I make you cry,” he murmurs as he tugs your underwear to your thighs.

“Wh-oh!” Your question gets cut off by your gasp as his big, rough hand lands on your ass.

Bob usually drags your spankings out; warming your skin up first, rubbing the sting out between swats, dipping his fingers between your legs to tease your clit and finger your holes while he scolds you for getting so wet, making you count out loud…

But not this time.

This time, he’s merciless. Spanking you over and over with harsh, stinging slaps that steal the breath from your lungs. You’re biting your lip so hard you’re afraid you might draw blood from the effort to stay quiet.

“Been married for an hour and already over my knee,” he sounds so disappointed, but his cock is telling you different; he’s harder than ever against your side.

Tears begin to well in your eyes as he focuses his attention on the lower part of your ass, making sure you feel it every time you sit down for the next few hours as he repeatedly spanks your sit spots, making you squirm as it gets to be too much. Yet your arousal coats your thighs.

The tears start to spill over and your ass is on fire when he finally relents. He’s breathing hard as he guides you onto the couch; propping you over the arm with your knees on the cushions.

You gasp when you hear the click of the camera a moment later

“I think I’ll add these to the ones you gave me today,” he chuckles, “look at me, I wanna capture your sad little pout and those alligator tears, pairs nicely with the redness of your ass.”

You whimper, pussy clenching in need at his words. Your face heats with humiliation as you turn your head to face him, resting your head over your crossed arms.

Another flash and click of the camera before the cushion dips behind you. There’s a moment of fumbling before he guides the head of his thick cock through your arousal and pushes inside.

Your cry is muffled by your arms as he bottoms out inside you, not giving you time to adjust before he pulls out to do it again.

“You think you can get away with teasing me all day Mrs. Floyd?” He growls when you clench around him like a vice at the use of your brand-new name.

“You don’t get to cum until I say so,” he pants. His hand releases the bruising grip on your hip to slap your reddened, tender skin again, “maybe it’ll be later, maybe I’ll let you tomorrow morning, or maybe I won’t until we get back from our honeymoon. Can’t wait to watch you hesitate before you sit down, see you squirm when my cum leaks out of you and stains these pretty white panties,” he snaps the lace against your thigh, “see how you like being teased.”

Other than a needy whine that escapes, you give no further protest; you’re getting exactly what you wanted when you decided to give him those naughty pictures.

His hips slap against yours a few times more before stilling as he releases with a low groan. Your eyes pinch close at the overwhelming need to get your own release as he twitches inside you.

He pulls out of your trembling body before gathering the cum that follows and pushing it gently back inside you before sliding your underwear back up.

Your again neglected pussy pulses with another click of the camera once your undies are back in place.

“Open,” his husky tone has you opening your heavy eyes. You obey, looking at the lens of the camera as you clean his fingers with your mouth. “Good girl,” he hums, capturing it with a final photo.

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A/N: …I have nothing to say about this. No excuses. Nothing. I’m not even ovulating right now. 🥴

Tagging who I think may enjoy this (sorry if I’m wrong!)

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mlm-writer · 5 months ago

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Aftertaste (Eddie & Venom x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Eddie Brock & Venom x Gender Neutral Bottom Reader Rating: Mature for discussion of sex Words: 918 POV: Second Summary: After some kinky sex (<- click for the prequel), Eddie and Venom take care of you. Oh and Eddie experiences some mild dom drop. Note: Guess who's back? Back again? Gayden's back! Tell a friend! Tags: aftercare, dom drop, hurt & comfort, cuddling, could be read as romantic, could be read as you're fwb and reader's physical appearance is not described

A trail of cum connected the corner of your mouth with the puddle of cum on the tiles below your cheek. At the start of the evening, those tiles had been cold, but underneath you they have been warmed by your spent body. With the post-orgasm bliss fading into the background, you started noticing the soreness settling in your muscles. A warm hand gentle pushed your hair to the side and out of your eyes. In the dim light, you could see warm, concerned eyes staring down at you. “Are you with me?” Eddie spoke between laboured breaths. You licked his cum off the corner of your lips and smiled at him. “Good,” he added when he understood your non-verbal signal. He seemed relieved, smiling down at you with awe and surprise.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a towel appeared next to Eddie. However you could still spot the black tendril holding it up by a corner. Eddie took it and folded it up. He lifted your head and wiped your face with one side, before placing it under your face with the other side up. You could feel wet tendrils squeezing between your skin and all the duct tape restricting your movement. The sticky tape came off easily with Venom’s gentle wriggling, leaving no redness on your skin nor taking any hairs from your flesh. Once freed, you stretched your legs out, ending up face down on the floor. “That can’t be comfortable,” Eddie commented.

“Let us carry you to the couch,” Venom softly mused in your ear. You hummed in reply, bracing yourself. Eddie and Venom merged into one and Eddie’s warm hands wormed their way under your body. He rolled you over and then carried you bridal style to the couch, where a blanket was already waiting for you. Venom’s tendrils wrapped the old fleece blanket around your bodies, protecting you from the chill in the apartment. “You must drink,” the symbiote commanded. He materialised another appendage to somehow make grabbing a glass of water a very perilous and loud endeavour. You thanked him when he eventually got the glass to you. You meant to sip on it, but in just a few seconds, the glass was empty. Venom put the empty glass on the coffee table for you. “Are you feeling satisfied now?”

You chuckled at Venom’s word choice. “Very much so, Venom. Thank you.” You rested your head on Eddie’s shoulder. “What about the two of you?” Your question was met with a long pause. “Eddie?” You twisted your neck to look at his face. He was clearly thinking of something, but whatever that brain was cooking up, he was not sharing it with you at the moment.

“Eddie, why are we feeling… guilty?” Venom’s voice was unusually small. It must be bad to affect Venom this much. You reached back, scratching gently at his scalp. Now you were paying attention, you could feel how tense Eddie’s muscles were under you.

“Talk to me, Eddie,” you whispered as you moved underneath the blanket to straddle his lap. He avoided your eyes at first, but your hand resting at the back of his neck got him comfortable enough to really look at you. It felt like he was staring into your soul for the answers to questions he didn’t dare ask. He took a deep breath, before finally speaking up.

“You really liked…” He waved his hand in the air as he tried to formulate words that were family-friendly enough that he could get them out of his mouth. That man fucking you within an inch of your life was nowhere to be found. “You liked us going back and forth, right? Like actually, for real?” He looked at you through his lashes. You huffed out a relieved augh and nodded eagerly. “Okay… okay good,” he huskily spoke between weighted breaths.

You cupped his face and made him look at you. “Hey, Eddie, look at me.” You exaggerated your breathing, showing him slow, deep breaths. Eddie followed suit, following your breathing pattern. “Good boy,” you teased him once he no longer seemed like he was going to crawl out of his own skin and hide in the corner. You kissed his nose and caressed his face. “If I think too much about it, yeah the going back and forth was fucking filthy, but that kind of made it hot? And there is nothing wrong with that.” Eddie seemed to agree with you. A few deep breaths and he could nod more confidently. You leaned against his body, resting your head on his shoulder. You stayed like that for a while, until you thought too much about the wild sex you just had. “Ok, I am ready to brush my teeth now and gargle some mouthwash.”

Eddie chuckled and helped free you from the fleece blanket. “Need any help?” He offered as he watched you stand up. There was dried cum on your body, your skin still glistening with sweat and your hair a wild mess. He wanted to burn that image in his mind.

You looked at him over your shoulder and cocked up an eyebrow. “Why? Think I don’t know how a toothbrush works?” When you saw how your words pulled Eddie from his trance, you chuckled. He opened his mouth to probably tell you that was not what he meant, but your smile told him you knew. You shook your head in amusement and left Eddie on the couch. “See you space cowboy.”

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mouwrites · 7 months ago

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Sorry this is kinda short!! I just had thoughts and. here they are

Ninjago - Getting All Tucked In

Kai

BODYSLAMS YOU

I am so sorry but… that’s just how it is with him

He’ll wait until you’re all tucked in, then he’ll run at the bed and JUMP

Sometimes he aims to land on you, sometimes he aims for the place next to you

Just imagine that one markiplier gif (see below) but instead of going to punch you he has his arms open to wrap around you

^ him every night

Once you’re done scolding him for. that. Then he’ll cuddle up next to you as an apology

Unfortunately no amount of scolding will ever deter him from doing this literally every night

It’s rather jarring to go from “ah I’m ready for bed” to “IM BEING BODYSLAMMED” to “ah time for bed” again, but you both somehow don’t lose sleep over it

Cole

Likes to carry you to bed :]

The way I see it, you’ll both wait until you’re super sleepy before heading to bed

Then, wherever you are, he’ll insist on scooping you up to carry you

Even if you’re both just in the bathroom brushing your teeth and the bed is five steps away

He won’t hear any protests you give

It’s lowkey an excuse to hold you and cuddle when you settle down shhhh

If you start to fall asleep while he’s carrying you, he’ll be extra careful not to wake you

He also likes to switch up how he carries you, depending on his mood

Sometimes he’ll carry you bridal style, sometimes he’ll give you a piggy back, sometimes he just throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes (gently)

After a while you learn to just give in to it

Also always smiles while he carries you :)

Zane

He doesn’t just wait until you’re in bed; he waits until you’re at least half asleep

He’ll find something to do while he waits (usually chores)

Why does he do this? He doesn’t want to disturb you :(

But honestly it’s more disturbing how quiet he is when he finally tucks himself in

Like… does he think you’re going to murder him?? Why is he literally in full ninja mode

You actually get scared when he does this at least once

One moment you’re alone in bed and the next you sleepily open your eye and THERES SOMEONE NEXT TO YOU—oh it’s just Zane

You’ve tried to talk to him about it before, but he always insists on “not disrupting your routine”

He’s definitely anxious about getting in your way/disturbing you, but he also likes how peaceful you look as he silently slips in beside you

It’s relaxing for him to see you like that before he starts to recharge himself :]

Jay

Insists on being tucked in

He HAS to be the first in bed; he will literally run ahead of you to ensure this

If you ever get in before him, he’ll just sit on top of the covers and stare at you

If you play dumb (bc you know what he wants) he’ll clear his throat like “um I’m waiting”

Literally so needy 😭

He just loves the way you pull the covers over him and kiss his forehead

And when you slide in next to him? Bliss

It makes him feel safe knowing that you’re the one seeing him off to sleep

Not only does he get to see you before he drifts off (so he knows you’re there with him and you’re safe), but he trusts you more than anyone

He may be needy but he deserves someone like you who will do this for him :( my boy has trust issues

Lloyd

He likes to get in bed at the exact same time

You guys get ready for bed at the same time too 😌 I think you’d have a shared routine :3c

You’ll both go to one side of the bed and climb in, scooting closer together until you meet in the middle

Bc of course you’re gonna cuddle, it’s Lloyd

I like to imagine that you both wrap one arm around each other and use your free arms to pull the covers up together

Some teamwork right before sleeping 💪

You’d probably fall asleep first

Mostly because he can only relax once he feels you relaxing too

Your slow breathing becomes his slow breathing, your heartbeat becomes his heartbeat

A soft smile comes to his lips as he drifts off, and internally he’s thanking you for being there with him :)

It definitely helps with nightmares to wake up to another body next to his; one that’s calm and grounding

Nya

She gets in bed WAY after you

She likes to stay up, what can I say

An early bird and a night owl 😔

Dw though, she always tells you goodnight when you go to bed

Then, several hours later, she’ll come in and slide into bed next to you

OR BEHIND YOU AND SHES THE BIG SPOON OUUGHHHHH

She’ll wrap her arms around you and pull you in to kiss your head

If you stir awake, she shushes you, already half-asleep herself

But she doesn’t really try not to disturb you; she’s way too sleepy for that

So you probably will actually stir awake at some point

But then you both fall asleep pretty quickly, just cozied up together <3

Thank you so much for reading!! Take care my loves <33

(divider by saradika)

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bananababblegigglemuffin · 2 months ago

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May I get uhhhhhhhhhh Logan Howlett with a breeding kink?

OMG I LOVE this idea Logan already does seem like he'd be a good daddy if ykwim also idk which logan you'd like but i have read many fics on lumber logan so I'm going to write one on xmen1!logan

Summary: So you act a bit weird in the recess room at the school and Logan senses something is off

KINKTOBER: DAY 1- BREEDING X Logan

Today, it was a usual day you had just come back from teaching the children a lesson of Biology on x-linked inheritance and you'd gone to take a short break in the recess room for the staff.

Logan had gotten back from a simulator fight with the pyrokinetic children", mind you he was all sweaty and took off his shirt with a big rip on the front; "Did you learn your lesson kids?" he said lighting a cigar with the fire on one of the kids' heads, "Yes Mr. Howlett" they said as though a symphony, Logan did something, now this is very out-of-the-blue and important to the story.... He put out the fire in the kid's head and scuffed his hair, laughing, "Alright bub, off you pop" with the cutest huge smile.

You felt your ovaries do a 360 as he sat down on the leather chair biting one of the apples on the desk... "What's wrong babe?" he asked nonchalant. "Nothing hon, just a bit tired...""Want a massage" he asked. "Of course" you said, when he commenced you made the most melodic fucking delicious monas ever, logan didn't know if this was bait of some kind but the bulge in his pants got bigger and bigger

"Wrong? Oh no, nothing, do me a favor wolfie meet me in our room" you shamelessly sang. "You got somethin' special for me, huh?" Logan countered "Always."

He entered the room and searched for you, you sat in the corner donning a lace lingerie set in the color of the ocean. He made a merciful grunt and his eyes looked like he'd found the answers to life. "Awwh love you're the most exquisite goddess ever to exist" he said, falling to his knees in front of you and began kissing your inner thigh, reaching your thong and rubbing the pad of his thumb at the centre. You let out a small whine "You like that baby?" "Yes Lo, more please". He did not need any further instruction and lifted you up bridal style as if you weighed nothing of course he was made of METAL, then he undid his pants and gently took off any piece of clothing on you. He shifted your beautiful thighs on his shoulders and kissed your ankles leading up to your wet cunt.

"I'm so sorry, sunshine, but i've got to put my seed in you today, fuck, you look sensational, literal mead that I'm about to get drunk on." He said. "Yes Lo, please I'm so hungry" you said. Without wasting time he gently positioned his tip and slowly thrust into you filling you with his thick veiny cock. you squealed "Ahhh, fuck honey you're so warm for me, I want you to relax and enjoy, I'm going to take care of you" he began thrusting into you, he could not physically wait. "AAUUUUH god BABY I'm going to fill you up till the brim love" He kissed you, continued thrusting into your cunt now the room was filled with your blissful moans, the squelching of your cunt, the slapping of his huge balls on your clit and he looked into your eyes, your beautiful enchanting eyes which got him into this situation in the first place.

"You like that my love?" he asked you, "MOre tHan AnythiNg, LO" You cupped his face kissing his lips and entwining your tongues in a symphony. "Please FILL ME NOW" you begged him, it didn't take anymore for him, He moaned and his fucking hard cock let out all the warm fluid, painting your walls. "I love you honey, and i especially love filling that pretty hole of yours which was made for me" Logan grunted. You were about to get off "Not so soon babe, i gotta make sure all of it stays inside, but we gotta get you some real food since you're hungry," so he picked you up still with his cock inside and picked up the apple he had, bit off a piece and gave you the piece. "We'll get you some real food, after I'm done with you" he said. "You're not done?!" and so he giggled kissing your forehead and lusciously carved lips, his cock still twiching and hardening once more inside you. "I love you baby, I'll always be yours" he said, a bit more serious..."I love you more than anything or anyone i know of, Lo, and it'll always stay that way."

End

Author's note: Ok guys it's 4am and one of my first fics in a long time., hope you find it a bit nice at least :) IK there are some typos but i'm just a lil too flustered to read it again.

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hmusunoo · 3 months ago

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒 - 𝐏.𝐒𝐇

▏pairings. park sunghoon x fem!reader

▏desc. the day i met you i started dreaming, dreaming about the life we’d have to together with the love that we shared, a love like bliss. - meeting Sunghoon during a rain storm.

▏warnings. i wrote this on a whim at 3am from a random thought that popped into my head so don’t judge it too harshly. Short drabble not very long at all.

The day you met SUNGHOON it was raining. The day was dull over taken by gray clouds and a haze that was ever so blinding. It was a day normal people sat inside their house with a book and a warm cup of coffee. It was day you stayed in your pajamas and looked out the windows as droplets of water pelted at the glass.

For you, the sunshine didn’t come from the sun that day. It came from Park Sunghoon. The strange man who was walking his dog in a downpour as nonchalant as a man taking an evening stroll in the spring.

Umbrella over his head he had no sense of urgency, just lazily walking his dog on the leash in front of him. You on the other hand were a mess. Newpaper atop your head your hated been paying attention to where you were going rushing down the sidewalk trying to reach your destination as quickly as possible. You bumped into Sunghoon, falling on your ass and skinning your palms in the process.

You wish you could say it was like a rom com scene. The heroine falls to the floor in a puddle of water and the hero picks her up bridal style carrying her home where they gaze into each other eyes and live happily ever after. You really really wish you could say how it happened but i didn’t.

Instead Sunghoon looked down at your figure on the floor wet from the rain pelting down on you and laughed. He laughed at you. Didn’t offer a hand, didn’t ask if you were ok. None of that. He laughed.

You wanted to huff at him show him some kind of annoyance but instead you were struck by the sight of him. His smile so bright and his laughter so loud it had sprang right through you and shocked your heart. You could help but crack a grin, the corners of your mouth lifting up and a giggle slipping out of your lips before you could subconsciously stop it.

“You’re laughing at me” You giggled looking up at him. He continued to laugh shaking his head at you, his dog sitting there idly looking between the two of you in confusion. The rain still came down hard the two of you getting absolutely soaked.

“You’re laughing to” He said smile still on his face. “You have to admit that it was pretty funny”

You lifted yourself from the ground, dusting off your jeans before looking back at the man whose name you did not know yet. “It was a little funny” You nodded.

“A lot funny” He corrected. Playfully rolling your eyes you muttered “Ok, it was a lot funny”

“are you alright?” He finally asked after the laughter had died down. His dog began to whine besides him probably tired of the rain that was coming down and from sitting stagnant for so long. He looked down at his puppy before raising his head to look at you awaiting your answer.

You gave him a quick nod “I’m just fine, thank you.”

He smiled again. One that was so bright it had lit up your insides the gloomy day long forgotten, hidden behind the light that was park sunghoon.

“I’m Sunghoon” he said raising his hand for a shake. You attached your hand in his a cliche movie like shock running through your veins at the contact. “Y/n” You said. Cheeks heating up red with embarrassment from the moment.

“Gaeul is getting quiet restless so i better go” He trailed off motioning towards the puppy besides him. The rain had finally started to slow not mauling down on the two of them any longer, drizzle the only thing left in its wake.

“Oh ok” You spoke lowly trying to hide your disappointment at the conversation coming to an end. “I’m sorry about bumping into you” You said as an ending argument gearing up to try your hardest to go about your day after this.

In truth you didn’t know how you would. It would be incredibly difficult to forget a face like Sunghoon’s, a laugh like his too. You weren’t sure you wanted to go back to your day to day life after this.

“We were going to the indoor dog park..” Sunghoon said, a small smirk on his face. “If you’re not busy i’m pretty sure Gaeul would love of you’d join us”

You quirked a brow at him a smirk of your own on your face. “Ok, if that’s what gaeul wants then…i have to comply”

“It is.” Sunghoon said quickly “It is what Gaeul wants of course”

You began the walk to the small little doggy park, the sun finally peeking out for the first time all day warming up the day and drying any remnants of the gloomy day but you had your only little reminder of the day. Park Sunghoon.

note - i wrote this small little drabble at 3:30am and it took me like 20 minutes i had this idea randomly like 5 minutes before i started writing it and i just had to do it lol, hope yall enjoyed!

taglist- @belovedhoon , @st1llm0nster , @blossommi

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icyhottodo178 · 2 months ago

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Kinktober Day Six: Creampie-Kenma Kozume

𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙎𝙞𝙭 𝙤𝙛 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 2024 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮’𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙆𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙢𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙠𝙮𝙪𝙪. 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮!!

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨: 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚, 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙢𝙨, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙪𝙢, 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 18+ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩.

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 549

Skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room as your moans filled the room while your boyfriend, Kenma, thrusted in and out of your hole. Kenma had just finished his playing one of his games an hour ago as you both decided to have sex to pass the time and you had came nearly four times while Kenma came two times inside of your hole but he kept going despite you being super sensitive already.

“K-Kenma! It’s too much! We’ve been having sex for an hour and I’ve came four times now!” You said to him as you moan loudly while you came again and he groans at the sounds of your sweet moans. Kenma kisses you on the lips as he continues thrusting in and out of you before he pulled away. He begins to fondle your breasts as he pinches your left nipple and he licked the right one before he switched sides while your moans became louder. Kenma stops as he pulls away and he smiles at seeing your fucked out expression while he continues his thrusts.

“I know, my sweet baby girl but let me continue for a little while longer and I’ll be done. Just hold on for me okay?” Kenma coos as you try to whine in protest but his thrusts were becoming faster and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you which made your mind fuzzy. Your words were jumbled up in your mind as all you do was moan in the pleasure of Kenma fucking your hole and you were feeling so much all at once.

Kenma soon came inside of you one last time as you also came once again and you moan in pleasure. You feel so full as Kenma’s soften cock slips out of you and he watches his seed along with your pussy’s juices spill out of your fluttering hole, the bedsheets underneath you getting stained but he couldn’t care less right now. You could feel Kenma’s seed spill out from your hole as you couldn’t be bothered to attempt to stop it from happening and you sighed in bliss from being creampied by your boyfriend.

Once the last bit of his seed spilled out from your hole, Kenma picks you up bridal style as he carries you to the bathroom before he places you into the bathtub and he fills the tub with water while you sigh, slowly relaxing your aching muscles. Kenma turns off the water once the bathtub was filled with a mixture of warm and cold water as he also gets into the bathtub with you, wrapping his arms around your waist before he kisses your neck.

“I bet you liked seeing your seed being mixed with my hole’s juices spill out from my hole and spill onto the bed didn’t you, Kenma? Didn’t think you’d be cumming so much but it’s not like I’m complaining,” You said as Kenma chuckles and nods in agreement. He definitely liked seeing the way your hole fluttered while his seed spilled from it and staining the bedsheet underneath you. You figured as much as you lean against his chest and close your eyes to relax yourself. A creampie was definitely something you didn’t expect would happen today during sex with your boyfriend but you didn’t really seem to mind it at all as you enjoyed it and so did Kenma.

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙎𝙞𝙭 𝙤𝙛 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨. 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬.

𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 @icyhottodo178 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚!! 𝙋𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩!!

#female reader #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #x reader #haikyuu smut #smut #kinktober 2024 #haikyuu kenma #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #kenma smut #after care #creamp!e

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hitomisuzuya · 11 months ago

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hey Suzu!! I just had an idea 😩😩

A fatui!scara x agent!reader where he’s coming back from a mission and we welcome him by being his Christmas gift, wearing his fav lingerie 🤭 idk if it’s really clear, I hope so..

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Comfort smut. Cunnilingus. Praise. Soft Scara.

It was perfectly clear😳😌

Scaramouche had told you no when you asked to go with him on his mission. It was too cold outside for yo, humans got cold easily. But, after he'd kissed you goodbye, he'd promised that he would be home to spend Christmas with you.

Honestly, he thought you were going to be pissed at him. The usual incompetence from his underlings made the mission go on longer than it should've. He was determined to keep his promise to you.

"I'm home," Scaramouche called out, taking off his hat to brush the snow off of it as he closed the door behind him. Huh? He was confused when he wasn't greeted with the usual hug and "I missed you." that you always graced him with.

You were nowhere to be found.

"Wait, wait, don't come in yet. Why won't this stupid thing tie?" He heard you say. He blinked. What was this nonsense?

He could hear you sighing in an annoyed manner, and was about to come into the bedroom to help you because it obviously sounded like you were struggling with something. However, a few moments later, you appeared in the doorway of the bedroom.

Scaramouche immediately saw what you had been struggling with. There you were, standing in the doorway wearing his favorite purple and black lingerie with a red ribbon tied like a bow around your wrist.

"I was going to be waiting by the Christmas tree, but you came home before I was ready," You admitted, looking away with a shy blush on your cheeks.

A smirk tugged on the corners of Scaramouche's mouth as he reached from your wrist. "If you don't mind, I'd like to unwrap my gift now," He said, tugging on one of the ends of the bow.

He scooped you up bridal style and carried you over to the bed. Gently he set you down in front of the bed, his hand already reaching back to unclasp your bra.

Scaramouche pressed gentle kisses down your neck as he dropped your bra to the floor. You let out a shaky sigh, goosebumps dotting your skin. He kissed a line from your throat to your breasts. "Purple always looks so pretty against your skin," He said, sweeping his tongue out to kitten lick your nipple.

Hearing praise from Scaramouche sounded as good as his lips and tongue felt on your nipple. Bolts of pleasure went straight to your clit, your nipple hardening as he swirled his tongue around it. He sucked until soft moans sounded from you.

To further stimulate you, he gave your other nipple the same attention, dipping his hand down between your legs to rub and stroke your cunt outside your panties.

He rubbed slow circles on your throbbing clit, moving your hips flush with his so you could feel his hardening cock press against your thigh. He gently put more pressure on your clit when you started to roll your hips into his fingers.

Scaramouche kissed you, swallowing your moans of protest when he took his fingers off your clit. He backed you up towards the bed, gently laying you down on your back.

His thumbs skimmed lovingly on the insides of your thighs, pulling your panties off and spreading your legs. "Let me show you how much I appreciate my gift," He said, brushing his fingers featherlight over your hips.

His tongue darted out to lick slow lines up and down your cunt. He moaned loud in bliss, his tongue eagerly soaking up how good you tasted as he swirled it around your clit.

Your hips jerked up when Scaramouche latched his lips around your clit. Your hand flew to the back of his head, pressing his mouth down onto your cunt. He caressed your hips, watching your face contort in pleasure.

"My good girl," He vibrated a moan on your clit, pushing two fingers inside of you, "my sweet girl, giftwrapping yourself just for me." He nudged and curled his fingers into your sweet spot, his tongue relentless as he lapped and sucked on your clit.

His pleasure was secondary tonight. He would gladly ignore his aching cock all night to watch you shake and writhe, drawing the sweetest moans from your throat while he slowly built up your orgasm.

Scaramouche increased the pace of his fingers, hearing your moans turned higher in pitch. "S-Scara.." was all you could manage to say, tugging on his hair as you bucked your hips into his mouth.

"Shh, relax and cum for me," He purred encouragingly, scissoring your walls apart when they clamped around his fingers.

He knew all it would take was a few more nudges into your sweet spot for the knot of your orgasm to break apart. He withdrew his fingers when he felt your release gush on them, replacing them with his tongue to taste your release.

Scaramouche nursed you through your orgasm, kitten licking your clit, leaving you breathless as you shook from the intensity.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #soft scaramouche

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pandapetals · 1 month ago

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The Wedding

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - established relationship (y'all married), cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor - imagine days of future past logan with the white streaks in his hair

You and Logan get MARRIED! I know y'all been waiting for this one.

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

also thank you to @coocoocachewgotscrewed for the idea of logan keeping the pen reader gave him and using it to write his vows.

"It'll be a small wedding," Logan grumbled, scratching the back of his neck with that familiar, slightly awkward air he got whenever something made him uncomfortable. He stood in the middle of the living room, looking like a bear that had wandered into a tea party, completely out of place.

You raised an eyebrow, glancing up from the pile of bridal magazines scattered across the coffee table. "Small? Logan, there's at least a hundred people living at the mansion alone," you said, your voice somewhere between amused and exasperated. "It’s not exactly going to be 'small' with that kind of guest list."

Across from you, Jean nodded, sitting cross-legged on the couch with a wedding planning book perched in her lap. "My wedding had three hundred guests, remember Logan?" she chimed in helpfully, flipping through a page on flower arrangements.

"Our wedding," Scott corrected from the armchair beside her, not even looking up from the paper he was reading.

Logan groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Exactly why we should skip all this crap and just get hitched already," he muttered, his voice low and gruff.

You shot him a playful look, shaking your head. "What happened to 'you can do whatever you want, darlin'?" you asked, mimicking his gravelly voice with a teasing smile.

Logan’s mouth twitched, almost into a smile, but then his eyes flicked back to the growing mountain of wedding plans, suggestions from friends, and magazines full of over-the-top ideas. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he stood just a little too rigid like he was bracing for an attack.

Truth be told, you were feeling the weight of it too.

At first, you had been excited—three months of engagement bliss, giddy over every little detail. The idea of a big, beautiful wedding had seemed like a dream. But now? Now it felt overwhelming. Everyone had an opinion, from the color scheme to the type of cake to the seating arrangements. You loved your friends, but the constant suggestions had turned into something else, something bigger than you and Logan. It had started to feel like the wedding wasn’t really yours anymore.

Jean leaned in, holding up a sample invitation. "Oh, and I was thinking," she began, clearly not picking up on Logan’s discomfort. "You could have this gorgeous ice-blue theme with silver accents—it would match the winter season perfectly."

Logan shot you a look—one of those looks that said I’m two seconds away from walking out of here. You couldn’t blame him. The more Jean talked, the more you realized something had shifted inside you. Somewhere along the way, you’d gotten caught up in making the perfect day, and forgotten what this wedding was really about: you and Logan.

Not the flowers. Not the guest list. You two.

Logan cleared his throat, trying once more to gently steer the conversation. "Listen, all this sounds real nice," he said, his voice tight with barely restrained frustration, "but what if we just kept it simple? Y’know, courthouse, couple of rings, call it a day."

Jean blinked, clearly baffled. "A courthouse? Logan, this is your wedding! It’s supposed to be a special day, something beautiful."

You opened your mouth to agree with Jean, to defend the idea of having a "proper" wedding. But then, you looked at Logan again. His eyes—those deep, hazel eyes—were watching you closely like he was waiting for you to decide. Not just about the wedding, but about what you wanted, deep down.

Suddenly, it clicked. You realized that Logan was right. You didn’t need a grand affair. You didn’t need three hundred guests or ice-blue color scheme or a designer dress. You didn’t need all the noise and spectacle. What you needed—what you wanted —was something that felt like the two of you. Something real. Something simple.

You smiled softly, the decision made. "You know what?" you said, standing up from the couch and tossing the magazines aside. "I think Logan’s right."

Jean’s eyes widened. "Wait, what?"

Scott finally looked up from his paper, equally surprised.

Logan raised an eyebrow, his usual gruff skepticism tinged with curiosity. "Really?"

You nodded, crossing the room to stand in front of him, resting your hand on his arm. "Yeah," you said, your voice quieter now, more certain. "I don’t need the big wedding. I don’t need all the fuss. All I need is you.��" You smiled up at him, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders as the words came out. "Let’s just get married. Just us."

For the first time in days, you saw Logan’s shoulders relax. He let out a low breath, his lips twitching into that half-smile that always made your heart skip a beat. "You sure?"

"Absolutely," you said, your hand slipping down to intertwine with his. "Let’s get hitched."

A week later, you found yourself standing outside the courthouse, the sun just beginning to set in the late afternoon sky, casting a warm glow over everything. It was quiet, just the way you wanted it. No crowd, no elaborate decorations, and no endless chatter. Just you and Logan, and the soft hum of the world around you.

You looked down at the simple dress you’d chosen—nothing fancy, just something that made you feel good, made you feel like you. Logan, dressed in his usual button-up, looked handsome in that effortlessly rugged way only he could pull off. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the top, a teasing glimpse of his chest visible, and his hair styled in those little tufts as always, the white streaks more visible.

"Ready?" you asked, your heart fluttering in anticipation.

Logan’s eyes met yours, steady and calm. "More than ready."

As you both stepped inside, the courthouse was quiet. There was no fanfare, no grand entrance—just the two of you, walking hand in hand, a quiet sense of peace settling over the moment.

The ceremony itself was simple, just like you’d wanted until Logan surprised you. He cleared his throat, looking a little awkward as he reached into his jacket pocket.

"I, uh... I’ve got somethin’ for you," he muttered, his voice rough but filled with something soft underneath. From his pocket, he pulled out a pen. Not just any pen.

Your breath caught in your throat. It was your pen—the one you’d given him two years ago when he had started his first-day teaching history at Xavier’s. A "good luck" charm, you had called it, but it had become something meaningful to Logan.

You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes as Logan handed it to you with a small smile. From the same pocket, he pulled out a folded piece of paper, slightly crumpled, like it had been carried around for a while.

"I wrote somethin'," he said, his voice low as he unfolded the paper, his eyes flicking nervously to yours. "Figured you deserved more than just... y’know, me wingin’ it."

He cleared his throat, glancing down at the paper. Then, with that same rough tenderness that was so purely Logan, he began to read.

"I ain’t great with words, darlin'," he started, his voice softening. "But I figure you already know that. So, I’ll keep it simple. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I ain’t perfect... never will be. I swear to you, I’ll spend the rest of my life doin’ whatever it takes to make you happy, keepin’ you safe, and showin’ you that you’re loved. 'Cause you are, more than I ever thought I’d love someone."

By the time he finished, your vision was blurred with unshed tears. You didn’t need any more words. You didn’t need anything grand or fancy. In that quiet courthouse, with Logan standing before you, holding the pen you had given him long ago, you had everything you could ever want.

"Logan," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion, "I love you. I never thought I could be this happy, but every day with you... you show me something new. You make everything better."

He smiled then, a real, full smile that softened the lines of his face and reached his eyes—a rare sight, but one you cherished every time. He stepped closer, his hand warm and rough as he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch grounding you in the moment.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low, steady rumble that sent warmth spreading through you, just like the way his presence always did.

You held each other's gaze as the quiet world around you seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you standing there. Together, you exchanged rings—simple gold bands that glinted in the soft light, but they felt like so much more.

Logan leaned in, his lips brushed yours, sealing the vows with a soft kiss. It was as steady and certain as the love you had found with him. It was simply perfect.

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Break the Tension [Chapter Four: "Admitting Defeat"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 7.8k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; Enemies to lovers, sexual tension, smut, semi-public sex, light angst

a/n: This part is mostly just lots of smut, I'll be honest. Y'all have finally gotten to the smutty bits! But don't worry, there's some angst coming next... Feedback is always appreciated!

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Lying wide awake, Matt ground his teeth together as the scratchy sheets of his bed for the weekend irritatingly rubbed along the skin of his bare forearms. He'd gone to sleep having no choice but to wear a shirt and sweatpants despite how much he hated trying to fall asleep in multiple layers, the confines of the fabric constricting him uncomfortably as he slept. But it was either that or the feel of the manor's cotton sheets against his skin, scratching him like a large sheet of sandpaper. He knew he absolutely wouldn't be able to stand the feel of it all over his body no matter how much he tried to ignore it, so sleeping in clothing was unavoidable this weekend.

Though that wasn't the sole reason he was wide awake while the rest of the bridal party had finally settled into their own rooms for the night after the fire. No, the real reason he couldn't sleep was because of you. Because you were asleep just in the room next to his.

For the past hour now he had tried not to eavesdrop on you in your room–and he had truthfully tried hard. He knew it was wrong, that it was a massive invasion of your privacy. He was also aware of just how pissed off you’d be at him if you ever found out that he had been listening to you like this. But he had also never been quite so close to you before for such an extended period of time, with only a single wall separating the pair of you. And really, there was only so much control that he could realistically exert over his senses, especially after that kiss in the hallway only a few hours ago. He really couldn't stop himself, almost incapable of tuning you out no matter how hard he kept trying.

It didn't help that the taste of you still lingered on his tongue, driving him wild as he lay there on his back. He had tried to get rid of it when he had aggressively brushed his teeth before bed tonight–twice. But the sweet, delicious memory of something that was so distinctly you remained, overpowering the mint of his toothpaste. And the memory of your soft, delicate lips hungrily kissing him back had driven him nearly delirious. Your hands had so eagerly tangled into his hair when he’d pressed his growing erection into the softness of your thigh as he pushed you back into that wall while simultaneously fighting the urge to devour every inch of you. The smooth warmth of your bare thigh as his hand had snuck its way up beneath your dress in that hallway felt like it was burning his fingertips even now.

And hell the goddamn scent of your arousal soaking through your panties in that impassioned moment had intoxicated him; it had infected him with a raging desire to have you however he could. You had soaked that thin bit of fabric all because of him . Because you wanted him just as much as he wanted you despite all your arguments trying to convince him otherwise. He still couldn't get the scent of it out of his nose. Even now he could still smell it, the faint scent of it hanging in the air just outside of his room in the hallway hours later. That was yet another reason he lay there clenching his jaw and fisting the sheets, struggling to fight the urge to get out of bed and head over to your room to disturb you at this late hour.

And there you were, innocently lying asleep in the bed just in the room next door. Entirely unaware of the effect you were having on him. As you slept in blissful ignorance, Matt had heard every movement your legs had occasionally made beneath the sheets of your bed, and from the sound they made against the cotton each time, he knew you weren’t wearing any pants. Truthfully it didn't sound like you were wearing much of anything in your bed. And that knowledge had long since sent his blood southward, his cock painfully straining against his confining boxers.

With every little soft exhale of yours next door that he had unintentionally picked up on, he had kept telling himself that he absolutely should not touch himself. Because that would be wrong, so very, very wrong. But then he recalled the delicious sound of that moan you'd loosed into the hallway when his mouth had been on your skin, the memory echoing through his mind, and he knew he was fighting a losing battle. There was no way this night was going to end without him relieving that desperate, growing need for you that had been tormenting him since you'd first stepped inside the manor earlier this evening and he’d caught the scent of your pheromones once more after all these years.

Eyes pinching shut, Matt's hand tossed the irritating sheets off of himself in defeat. Reaching down, he palmed his cock over his sweatpants, a faint hiss escaping between his teeth as he did. He was already so aroused that the pressure of his hand through the layers of clothes had him already fighting back a groan. Running his hand lightly along the length of himself over the soft material of his sweatpants, his body gave a slight jolt against the mattress. He was so impossibly sensitive already, struggling under even that slight bit of stimulation. He’d grown so aroused without you even here. It was truly embarrassing how much you turned him into a pathetic mess without even trying. No one had ever had an effect on him like this before. No one.

The sound of your steady and even heartbeat from the room next door filled his ears as you continued to sleep, but soon all Matt could hear was the frenzied, erratic pounding it had been doing earlier in your chest when he had first put his mouth on yours. Suddenly he was recalling the feel of your blood racing through your veins as your heart had frantically hammered away when he'd trailed his tongue along the delicate skin of your neck. And fuck had he loved the way he'd made your blood rush throughout your body despite all that anger and distaste you constantly threw at him.

Because you wanted him. Your body hadn't been able to lie to him about that.

With a frustrated groan at the newfound revelation of this evening, Matt's hand rose up before dipping beneath the waistband of both his sweatpants and boxers. As he heard each soft breath from your sleeping form next door, he couldn't help but feel absolutely filthy when he gripped the painfully hard girth of himself in his hand. He could hear a voice in his head chastising himself, pointing out that this was wrong, that he shouldn't be doing this. He was invading your privacy–this was obscene . But yet, as his hand ran up the length of himself, catching the warm dribbles of pre-cum coating the tip of his cock, he couldn't fight the shudder of pleasure as he simultaneously heard you sigh in your sleep.

“ Fucking–hell,” Matt choked out.

And then he was unable to stop himself.

Working his own arousal over the length of himself, Matt's head rolled back along the pillow. Parting his lips a fraction, he could just barely taste the lingering essence of you on his tongue from where it still hung in the air outside of his room. His eyes rolled back behind closed lids, a deep rumble coming from within his chest.

“Always knew it,” he muttered quietly, his hand still stroking himself. “Always knew you'd taste so unbelievably good.”

His tongue darted out, pathetically wetting his lips and hoping for something more of you on them. With a frustrated grimace, a faint whine escaped his mouth as his eyes pinched tighter shut. It was so good, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t the actual thing. It wasn’t you .

“That’s only a hint of you, isn’t it?” Matt whispered to your sleeping form next door, hand still pumping his sensitive cock. “Just a faint taste. Not as good as the real thing.”

Of course he knew you couldn't hear him, but part of himself imagined that you could. He wanted to picture you waking up in your room next door, hearing him touching himself to thoughts of you. Gritting his teeth together, his hand tightened around his cock, his pace picking up as his other hand desperately tugged his sweatpants and boxers down his legs and out of his way.

“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” Matt panted out into the empty room and to your sleeping ears. “Bet you'd just love this right now. Knowing I couldn’t resist jerking off because you were sleeping so close by.”

You shifted beneath the sheets in the other room again, the sound of your bare skin against cotton reminding him of your lack of clothing right now. He bit his lip, trying to quiet a moan as he remembered the soft feel of the inside of your thigh beneath his fingers. Breath still coming in shallow as he worked himself, he imagined being able to pin you to that bed and to kiss that spot on your thigh, running his tongue lightly back and forth along you teasingly. Matt's hips began to buck upwards into his fist as he recalled the moan you'd made earlier. Would that elicit another one from you? Or maybe if he bit the skin there, something rougher and impossible to ignore, would you cry his name out?

Lip curling upwards into something like a snarl, the thought drove him absolutely mad. He could feel the spark of pleasure burning its way up his spine now, something tightening deep in his gut. He was already getting so close, the ache of laying awake wanting you for so long already drawing him so soon to his release.

“Bet I'd–make you cum–,” he grunted out, his words accentuated each time he fucked up into his hand, “just as– ahhh–fast.”

The thought of that–of you writhing on the bed beneath him, your blood coursing hot through your veins, sweat coating your skin, your nails digging into his back as he buried himself deep inside of you over and over–had a low, feral growl rolling up from out of his throat. His cock was throbbing in his grasp now at the sensory overload he was imagining in his head. The sound of your pleasured, breathy moans. The taste and scent of you infiltrating all of his senses, taking over in ways he'd only ever been allowed to imagine. The way you might finally say his name in a trembling, ecstasy-filled whimper.

A pitiful whine fell out of Matt as that wave of pleasure slammed into him hard and fast. Quickly he fought back the loud groan in his throat, the noise coming out like a strangled whimper instead as his warm release began to spill down his hand and over his abdomen, hot droplets falling onto the hem of his shirt. Matt was breathing hard as he worked himself through his release still imagining the sound of you crying his name out in a high-pitched voice.

It was a moment that Matt lay there on the bed afterwards, trying to catch his breath as the reality of what he'd just done hit him. He'd really jerked off to you sleeping next door like he was a hormonal teenager all over again and unable to control himself. But as much as he wanted to feel guilt and shame as his sweaty chest heaved along the mattress, his tee-shirt clinging to his skin, all he felt was the clarity of what he'd known had been lingering there for a very long time.

Matt liked you. Beneath the desire he'd always secretly harbored for you during your time at Columbia together, he'd always known there was something more holding him back from just laying on the charm and trying to get you to fuck him in the hopes of finally quelling his lust. Besides the fear he'd always had of flirting with you and the scent of your arousal publicly embarrassing him on campus, he'd truly never tried to flirt with you because he’d over time grown feelings for you. Ones he always tried to deny he actually felt because you’d made him feel things no one had ever made him feel before. Not even Elektra had a hold over him like you did when he had met you a year later. And that terrified Matt. He had no idea what to do about the inexplicable pull you had on him.

Releasing a deep, resigned sigh, Matt already knew he wasn't going to survive this weekend with you here. Not without giving in. Especially not after that kiss and what he'd just done in his bed with you asleep next door. He’d only grow nastier and meaner towards you if he tried to keep holding you at a distance.

But maybe it was about time he stopped being so afraid of you. Maybe it was time he admitted defeat and let whatever might possibly happen between you both finally just happen. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…

Leaning forward towards the mirror, you inspected the newly applied makeup on your face. You turned your head back and forth as you examined it in the light, a smile making its way across your lips at a joke a bridesmaid behind you had just made. The sound of laughter broke out a moment later, the noise filling the room.

Satisfied with your appearance, you turned around and made your way over to your small clutch purse that you'd left on a nearby table. You'd brought it with you to the bridal suite earlier this morning when you’d met up with Marci and all the other bridesmaids, planning to keep it with you today to hold everything you might possibly need. You didn’t really want to have to waste time running across the manor grounds and back to your room because you’d forgotten something once the events of the day had really begun.

Beginning to rifle through the purse, you pushed aside your phone, emergency tampons, and lipstick in search of the small bottle of perfume you'd packed this weekend for the wedding. A frown eventually settled on your lips as you searched through your bag as a slow realization hit you. You must have forgotten to put the bottle back in after you'd gotten ready in a hurry last night for the rehearsal dinner. Most likely the bottle was still sitting on your dresser in your room.

“Something wrong?”

At the sound of the voice you glanced up, spotting the pretty blonde named Karen who you'd met just last night at the fire. She was eyeing you with a slight furrow in her brows and concern in her eyes. Releasing a sigh, your shoulders dropped as you set your bag down.

“Not really,” you told her. “It just seems I left the perfume I wanted to wear back in my room.”

“Oh, well you're welcome to borrow mine if you don't want to go back to your room and grab it,” she offered with a friendly smile.

Glancing over at Marci where she had been sitting for the past few minutes, you saw the makeup artist beginning to apply a layer of foundation as the photographer continued to snap photos of her. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you contemplated how much longer you had before she would be finished and you'd need to get into your dress and be ready for more photos yourself.

“Do you really think I've got time to run back across this massive place to grab it?” you asked, focusing back on Karen.

She nodded, a few loose blonde curls bouncing with the movement. “I don’t think Marci will be finished for a little while now and the photographer is mostly done with us. I heard them saying they were just grabbing candid shots of Marci getting ready now,” she assured you. “So you've got some time.”

“Alright,” you said slowly, plucking your room key from out of your open purse, “I'm just going to run back to my room and grab that bottle then. In case anyone wonders where I am.”

Karen nodded again, that friendly smile still on her face. “I'll let Marci know!” she told you.

You shot Karen a brief smile of your own before turning on your heels. Making your way across the room, you quickly headed over towards the door of the bridal suite. Pulling it open, you slipped out into the hallway before carefully closing the door after yourself. Not wanting to waste any time, you turned to your right and headed down the length of the hall and back towards the manor's foyer.

As you walked, your heels clicked along the beautiful floor, your hands self-consciously tightening the tie of your lavender robe around yourself. Marci had wanted all of you to stay in the matching robes for photos while you all got ready, but now that you were wandering the halls of the manor, you had become very aware of the fact that you were only wearing a bra and panties beneath the thin, short material. By the time you’d finally entered the main foyer of the building, the cold of the manor's air conditioning had already chilled your mostly bare skin beneath the robe.

At the sound of booming laughter echoing from down a nearby hallway, the noise growing louder than the sound of your own heels, you picked up your pace and began to walk a little faster. The laughter had sounded like it had come from Foggy and his groomsmen who you knew were getting ready in a room somewhere across the manor from where the bride and bridesmaids were spending the morning. Not wanting to be caught up in an unexpected conversation in your current state of undress, you rushed down the now familiar hall which led towards the bedrooms, your arms awkwardly wrapping around your chest. You just wanted to grab your perfume and get back to the bridal suite, feeling rather uncomfortable roaming the halls barely dressed. At least being around the other bridesmaids who were also in their robes didn't make you feel so out of place.

But as you rushed down the hall, your eyes inevitably fell upon that spot.

Your heels faltered along the floor, the uneven sound of their clacking hitting your ears before you briefly came to a stop. It was the same spot where Matt had grabbed you by the arm last night and pushed you up against the wall, caging you between his muscular arms and calling for a truce. A sharp breath escaped your lips as you recalled the way his mouth had felt on yours soon after, one hand absently reaching up and brushing the tips of your fingers over your bottom lip at the memory.

Matt Murdock was a good kisser, you couldn't deny that.

Though you'd been confused about the way he'd made you feel last night. He was the cocky asshole who'd made your time at Columbia torture. The guy who'd only ever teased you and turned law school into a competition with you. The guy who'd grown a reputation on campus as charming and sexy but yet only ever showed you a side that was rude and unbearable. He shouldn't have gotten your blood so heated with such minimal effort last night. Not after what he'd put you through for all those years.

There was absolutely no way he should have left you wondering if you might have had a crush on him. The thought was absolutely ridiculous. He was nothing other than a fuckboy in college, and with the way he’d apparently gone after Karen, his own firm’s employee, he had made it seem like that was something that had never changed about him.

But yet–

With a firm shake of your head, you forced your feet to carry you forward the few more steps towards your room. Roughly sticking the key into the door's lock, you pushed your thoughts aside. Today was Marci and Fog's wedding day. You weren't going to waste anymore energy thinking about Matt or why your body had reacted to him like it had last night. Or why you'd wanted things to go much further than they had.

You pushed the door of your room open, stepping inside and only lightly tossing the door shut after yourself. Though you knew it hadn't fully closed, your ears catching the way the door hadn't solidly shut like it usually did. But your focus was elsewhere at the moment as your eyes darted to the dresser situated across from the bed. The little glass bottle of perfume you'd been looking for sat there innocently in front of the mirror.

Crossing the room in a handful of strides, you came to a stop in front of the dresser and reached a hand out to grab the perfume. Though as your hand wrapped around the little glass bottle, you caught the wash of light that flooded your bedroom from the hallway as your door swung open. Your head quickly darted over your shoulder before your eyes grew wide in surprise. Matt was standing in the threshold, his cane gripped tight in one hand as he focused his attention towards you, his red lenses blocking your view of his eyes. You felt the way your pulse skipped at his sudden appearance, especially with how little you were wearing in comparison to his dark sweatpants and gray tee-shirt.

“I think you have the wrong room, Murdock,” you said, tone more breathless than irritated.

He shook his head as he stepped further into your room, boldly closing the door behind himself. This time it shut with an unmistakeable click . You swallowed hard, feeling your heart beginning to beat a little faster in your chest at the prospect of being alone with him once more. What was he even doing here? He was supposed to be getting ready with the other groomsmen.

“No,” he replied, voice low as he shook his head. “I don't.”

He began to make his way towards you through the room, moving far better than you'd ever seen him navigate a space before without the use of his cane in his hand. As if he'd somehow already mapped out your room in his mind just from the singular time he'd been in it. Though your thoughts didn't linger on that for long, too distracted by the determined and purposeful strides he was taking towards you now. Releasing the bottle of perfume, you turned entirely towards him. But as he continued to silently advance on you, your breath increasing, you took a step back until your body was pressing back against the dresser, leaving you trapped between him and the piece of furniture.

Eventually he came to a stop just before you, silently resting his cane against the edge of the dresser a few inches to your right. Trying to steady yourself, both of your hands dropped down beside your hips and clutched at the wooden piece of furniture behind you as your attention dropped down to his lips. You hated how you were already thinking about them on you.

“What’re you doing here, Murdock?” you asked, eyes still transfixed by his mouth.

“Heard you were in the hall,” he vaguely answered. “And I wanted to talk to you. Alone.”

For a moment he stood there before you, only a foot of space separating the pair of you. The edge of the dresser was biting into your ass with how much you’d tried to shrink yourself back into it. The expression on Matt’s face, from what you could see of it with his dark glasses still on, didn’t look remotely teasing. Instead, there was something unreadable to the set of his brow and the curve of his lips. And his sudden, unannounced appearance in your room right now had you even more uncertain of how to respond to him and the silent way he was practically looming over you.

“I thought we’d–we’d called a truce last night,” you reminded him. “You can’t just–just come barging into my room like this. And today really isn’t the day for you to try to start shit with me because it’s our friends’ wedding day, Murdock. We need to try to get along today so as to not ruin–”

As you spoke, Matt had closed the remaining bit of space between the pair of you. His hands landed on the dresser beside both of yours, his fingers just barely brushing yours in the process and catching you off guard. Immediately you’d lost your train of thought at the light touch, a surprised gasp cutting you off mid-sentence.

“I know that,” he murmured, drawing his face far too close to yours. “I’m not here to fight.”

Finding it hard to breathe with his face mere inches from yours, you swallowed hard once more. Your pulse was pounding in your throat now, you could feel each thudding beat of it.

“Then what are you doing?” you asked him.

“You said last night,” Matt began, his voice a deep rumble that had the hairs along your forearm raising, “that nothing would go further between us unless I admitted something to you. Is that correct?”

Eyebrows shooting up onto your forehead in surprise, your eyes widened back at him. Was he really about to admit that you were right, then?

“Yes,” you answered.

The corner of his lip twitched upwards briefly, one of his shoulders shrugging lightly. “Well,” he said, “that’s why I’m here.”

Breath catching in your throat, you stood entirely still in front of him. One of Matt’s warm hands gently slid atop yours, completely engulfing it. You felt lightheaded as you watched him, not sure how the man who’d been so rude to you for years was having such an effect on you or why you didn’t want it to stop.

“You were right,” he admitted softly. “I have always wanted you. I still do.”

A spark of something white hot shot through you at the sound of him admitting you were right for once coupled with his surprising confession. You caught the way his head tilted ever so slightly to the side seconds later, but all you could focus on was the heat quickly burning through you, warming your chilled skin beneath your robe as your focus returned to his mouth.

So you’d been right all along. For some reason Matthew Murdock had always wanted to fuck you, despite the way he’d always treated you in the past. Despite all the snide remarks and competitive taunts during your time in college. And now here he was, finally admitting it aloud. And the power you gained from his admission and from hearing him admit that you were right for once was exhilarating, hitting you with a sudden confidence.

“Can’t stop thinking about me then, Murdock?” you teased, unable to help yourself.

You saw the way his jaw clenched, his hand that was covering yours soon tightening around it. Satisfaction along with arousal soon flooded your body at his response to your teasing. His nostrils flared, a sharp exhale leaving his nose. Your hips lightly squirmed along the dresser at the sight.

“No,” he confessed.

Leaning in a fraction towards him, your mouth so close to his, you caught the way he stiffened at your proximity. A smile spread across your lips in return, enjoying this moment far too much.

“Prove it then,” you whispered.

Matt’s lip curled back into something like a snarl, the tension visibly showing in his shoulders. A noise vibrated deep within his throat, something like a frustrated growl that had your hips shifting against the dresser behind you yet again. He looked about ready to lunge at you, though he was clearly struggling to hold himself back. The sight of him beginning to unravel only had you biting your lip, trying to keep the smile on your face from growing even wider. You hadn’t anticipated having such an effect on him.

“Is that your permission then?” he asked, voice strained.

“Yeah,” you answered smugly, drawing your face away from his and delighting in the way his lips thinned out. “You say you want me, Murdock? I want you to prove it. But can I make a request?” you asked curiously.

“What?” he immediately questioned back.

Your left hand reached up towards his face before your fingertips gently tapped the side of his glasses. “I ask that these go. No hiding behind them.”

Without a word his hand rose up, grabbing the glasses from off the bridge of his nose and sliding them down and off of his face. As he leaned over to set them along the dresser and out of the way beside you, you realized this was the first time you’d ever seen him without them. Not only did it fully hit you just how attractive he was without them obstructing part of his face, but it hit you just how vulnerable he must’ve just made himself to you by removing them. Something you weren’t entirely sure what to make of in the moment, especially considering the history you had with him.

But you didn’t have long to wonder about that because Matt’s hands were soon on you, brushing along the thin fabric covering you before he easily found the tie of your robe. His fingers began to deftly undo the knot as your hands still tightly gripped the edge of the dresser.

“Wasn’t expecting you to be wearing so little already,” he mused. “But I’m not complaining.”

“You’re a bit overdressed, though,” you shot back.

The first cocky smile of his finally spread across his mouth at your comment, but he only shook his head as he finally undid the knot of your robe. The material fell open around you, revealing yourself to him and the cold of the room.

“You’re the one wanting me to prove something to you, right?” he retorted. “This time it isn’t about me.”

Your head curiously tilted to the side at his words, eyes narrowing. “This time?” you asked him.

His hands were on your hips, gripping them tight over the fabric of your robe. A surprised yelp slipped out of your mouth when he abruptly lifted you up in his hands, raising you onto the dresser behind you. Your hands gripped the furniture harder as you tried to steady yourself, not wanting to slip off of it at the unexpected shift in position. Matt’s hands didn’t even hesitate; they soon left your hips before sensually sliding their way up the tops of your bare thighs as he positioned his body between them. As his hands navigated their way upwards towards your panties, he bit his lip, his eyes tightening at the corners as if he was already enjoying himself.

“I’ve got a feeling this won’t be the only time,” he replied.

“So sure of yourself, are you, Murdock?” you shot back.

“Mmm,” he hummed out, his fingertips slipping beneath the top of your lacy black underwear. “Mhmm. And I’m certain that won’t be the name you’re using for much longer.”

“And what makes you–”

You abruptly broke off on a gasp as Matt’s hands began to slide your underwear down your thighs, his face dipping down as his teeth gently nipped at your exposed collarbone. Gradually his lips began placing light kisses down your sternum as you felt your panties slip over your feet and drop to the floor below you.

“What makes you so sure of that?” you finished breathlessly.

“Because I know what I’m doing,” he answered against your chest.

You pulled a face, immediately rolling your eyes as his lips continued trailing the length of your sternum. Of course he was going to be cocky about this, you should’ve known that. This was the guy you’d referred to as Manwhore Murdock a few times back in college. But before you could open your mouth and make a witty retort of your own, his hands landed on your knees before abruptly spreading them wide. Lips parting in surprise, you watched as he sank to his own knees before you. As he sidled his way forward and positioned himself between your legs, his sightless gaze made its way upwards towards your chest. You could feel your heart still beating furiously away as you stared down at him below you, the sight of him there doing so many wonderful and unexplainable things to your body.

“You’re enjoying this already,” Matt stated.

It wasn’t a question. And he wasn’t wrong. And part of you wanted to smack him for that.

Tongue darting out between your lips, your eyes once more narrowed at him below you. His own gaze seemed to fix further upwards towards your mouth at the gesture, as if he somehow knew what you were doing. Overcome by a sudden confidence of your own when his large hands landed on your thighs and gripped them tight, fingers digging into your flesh, the smug comment flew out of you before you could stop it.

“Aren’t you supposed to be proving something?” you pointed out. “Because right now it feels like you’re stalling. And if you’ve forgotten already, we sort of have a wedding to finish getting ready for.”

A dark look washed over Matt’s face instantly at your words. His hands on your thighs abruptly pulled you forward to the edge of the dresser and right towards him unbelievably fast. The restrained strength at the gesture wiped the smug smile directly off of your face just before Matt’s head shifted, his mouth beginning to trail open-mouthed kisses up the inside of your left thigh, beginning at your knee.

By the time his mouth had reached the inside of your thigh, his tongue softly lapping at a particularly sensitive place, your right hand had loosened its hold on the dresser. Instead, you’d reached out, grabbing onto his firm, muscular shoulder and digging your nails into the meat of it. Your breath was coming in sharp, shallow pants that were filling the room, your cunt begging for attention as Matt only ignored it for the delicate skin of your thigh.

The rough stubble of his face was pleasantly scratching along your skin as he continued his leisurely attentions to that particularly sensitive spot. Though every so often you’d hear him emit a rumbling noise in his chest, something akin to an animalistic growl. For some reason the sound was the opposite of off-putting. Every time you heard it, the blunt nails of his fingers digging into your thighs, you found yourself growing wetter and wetter. You were certain a pool of your arousal had to have been forming along the dresser by now–something you’d have been embarrassed about if you hadn’t been enjoying yourself so much.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this,” Matt confessed in a near-whisper, his lips leaving your skin as his eyes landed around your chest once more. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long. Never thought I would.”

You were taken entirely off guard by the honesty in his tone and the sincere expression on his face. Right now, with his eyes dropping closed and his cheeks flushed pink, he looked nothing like the Matt Murdock you’d always known. Instead, he looked just as you remembered him looking last night when you’d pulled away from him during that kiss.

Something about his visible vulnerability right now struck you as odd. You'd never seen him anything other than self-assured, smug, and irritating. But when Matt’s face turned again and you felt the wet tip of his tongue brush faintly over your clit, the thought completely left you. Head rolling back over your shoulders, your mind went entirely blank as you released a soft curse into the room.

“That’s it,” Matt praised, hot breath hitting your cunt as he spoke. “Don’t fight it.”

You felt the warm heat of his tongue lapping at your entrance next, your hand tightening around his shoulder as you squeezed your eyes even further shut. The noises he was soon making were filthy and delicious as they mixed with the soft squelch of your wet cunt, his tongue gingerly diving in and out of you repeatedly. He sounded like he was enjoying the best meal of his life as he loudly groaned against you, the sounds causing your hips to eagerly squirm atop the dresser. But the weight of his hands on your thighs only pressed down further, continuing to hold you firm to the dresser beneath you so you couldn't move no matter how much you struggled against him.

When his tongue ran its way back up towards your clit, lightly circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, your right hand released his shoulder and came to grab a fistful of his hair. With a throaty growl Matt responded by latching his beautiful plush lips to the little bud and sucking it into his mouth. White flashed across your closed lids, your back arching as a moan flew up out of you at the pleasure he was bringing you with just his skilled mouth.

You were so overcome with blissful ecstasy that you’d stopped trying to fight back all of the noises that his mouth alone was drawing forth from you. A light sheen of sweat had formed along your brow as the obscene sounds filled the space around you. A part of you was vaguely aware that anyone in the hall would surely hear something going on in your room right now, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. No one had ever made you feel even a fraction this good before and now you were lost in the moment here with Matt.

As your legs began to tremble along the surface of the dresser, you knew you were nearing your climax. You could feel it growing, building tighter and tighter deep in your stomach with every pass of his tongue, every suction of his lips on you. You hadn’t even realized what had slipped out of your mouth until it finally had.

“Oh, Matthew.”

Nothing could have prepared you for the way his hands had savagely gripped you even more firmly in his hold at the way you’d moaned his name. Somehow he managed to bury his face even further into your cunt with the loudest, hungriest moan. With an enthusiasm you'd never experienced in a partner before, Matt's mouth determinedly brought you to the brink.

Toes curling inside of your heels, your fingers clenched around the strands of his hair as your head dropped back over your shoulders. A surge of pleasure shot through you as you came hard on his mouth. Biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet, you fought back a cry that had surprised even yourself as you reached your peak before tumbling right over it. Your entire body quaked, your muscles tensing as Matt’s mouth only continued its determined efforts while your thighs clamped around his face.

Eventually your body steadily and blissfully sunk forward, limbs feeling leaden from the intense orgasm Matt had just given you–one like you'd never experienced before. But as you struggled to catch your breath, you saw Matt’s face turn towards the inside of your left thigh before his wet mouth buried itself against your skin. His face contorted, twisting in sheer pleasure as a moan unexpectedly dragged its way long and slow from his throat, the sound somewhat muffled by your thigh.

Still breathing heavily, you gazed down at Matt where he was still kneeling between your legs. From the way he was resting his forehead against your thigh, his own chest heaving after the pleasure-filled moan he’d just made, along with the blissed out expression on what you could see of his face, it appeared that he'd also just gotten off. His eyelids remained closed as you untangled your fingers from his hair, your hand once more coming to grasp onto the dresser beneath you as you studied him on his knees before you. Brows knitting faintly together, the question sprung from your mouth before you could stop it.

“Did you really just…get off from that?” you asked.

You'd had partners in the past who'd been willing and occasionally even eager when it came to performing oral before, but never did you have a partner who might have actually enjoyed themselves so much that they had gotten off simultaneously without any further stimulation of their own. Something unfamiliar stirred within you at the prospect that he might have done just that.

Matt cleared his throat at your question though, drawing you back to the present as an almost sheepish expression crossed his face when he pulled away from your thigh. His eyes remained downcast as he rose back up to his feet before taking a noticeable step back from where you still sat on the dresser. With him standing, your eyes inevitably lowered, catching sight of the decent sized wet patch that was now darkening the front of his sweatpants. Bottom lip slipping between your teeth, you found yourself fighting down another wave of arousal at the sight.

He’d definitely cum from just eating you out.

“I uh…that usually isn't the case,” he muttered awkwardly. “Normally that doesn't–doesn't happen. I just–”

He stood there floundering for a moment, his mouth opening and closing. Clearing his throat awkwardly once more, he took a step forward towards the dresser, one hand feeling along the surface for where he had set his glasses in clear embarrassment. Reaching a hand out, you picked them up and brought them over to his searching one.

“Here,” you said.

You watched as he slipped them back onto his nose, frowning a little as they once more obstructed the handsome features of his face.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Tongue darting out, you wet your lips as you stared curiously back at him. “So you really are attracted to me then, aren't you?” you suddenly asked.

“Look, if you're going to make this a thing,” Matt began in a rush, “I might remind you of the truce we made for the sake of the wedding today.”

You shook your head quickly, gradually sliding down from off of the dresser. Pulling the robe back around yourself, you began to tie it closed once more.

“I'm not making it a thing,” you assured him, bending down and retrieving your panties from the floor. “It's just…no one's ever gotten off while doing that with me before,” you admitted. “And if I'm being honest, I found it kind of hot that you enjoyed yourself that much. It was…unexpected.”

His covered gaze focused around your chest, his head tilting to the side for a moment as he studied you in silence. Nervously you gnawed your bottom lip, not sure how to proceed in this strange situation you'd found yourself in with Matt as you slipped your panties back on. Part of you couldn't believe you'd just confessed that to him, though most of you was still a little in shock that you'd even let him of all people do what he'd just done– and that you'd liked it as much as you had.

“We should–should probably get back to our friends, though,” you pointed out, remembering that you'd certainly taken longer in your room than you'd meant to by now. “Pretty sure my absence has to have become noticeable at this point.”

Matt sent you a small smile, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, you're probably right. Guess it's a good thing my room is just next door.”

You leaned over, grabbing his cane from where it was still resting against the dresser in one hand before grabbing the bottle of perfume that you’d actually come back to your room for in the other. “You might want this,” you said, turning back towards Matt and holding his cane out to him.

Matt extended his arm in your direction and you placed the cane into his awaiting hand. He smiled and sent you a soft ‘thank you’ in return before he began fiddling with it in his hands, twisting it awkwardly. For a moment you just watched him, in awe at the side of Matthew Murdock you'd never really seen before, a side where he almost appeared out of place and slightly timid. It made him seem vastly less intimidating.

“I don't know about you, but this isn't exactly how I saw this weekend going when I was told you were going to be here,” you admitted.

“Well, that makes two of us,” Matt agreed.

He turned and began to make his way back towards the door, his cane tapping along the floor as he moved this time. You quickly followed after him, your heart beating a little harder from your own nerves now, uncertain what to make of what had just transpired between you both.

When he reached the door that led back to the hallway, you hurriedly stepped in front and opened it for him. Though, before either of you stepped out, you certainly paused and made sure to do a quick sweep of the hallway first, scanning it for witnesses. Thankfully it was empty.

“So is it safe to assume we're keeping this just between us?” you asked him, moving out of the doorway.

Matt's head shifted over his shoulder, his attention fixed on you. His lips curled into a faint smile as he gave you a single nod. “If that's what you want.”

You shrugged, one hand still holding onto the handle of your door. “Might be easier to avoid the interrogation we'd find ourselves in the middle of otherwise this weekend,” you replied.

“Then my lips are sealed,” he assured you.

Matt stepped out into the hallway before immediately turning and heading towards his room next to yours. You stepped out into the hallway after him, closing the door to your room behind yourself as you did.

“Guess I'll see you in a bit then, Murdock,” you told him. “For the ceremony.”

Matt abruptly stopped mid-step, his head darting over his shoulder towards you once again as he paused in front of the door to his room. The familiar cocky grin you were used to was drawn across his lips now, all timidity gone.

“Back to Murdock already?” he asked.

“So it seems,” you answered with a grin. “For now.”

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