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𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 | praise + overstimulation

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — jessica jones x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — nsfw, wlw, praise, overstimulation, established relationship, jess gets injured, fingering, oral (f!receiving obvi), jess is lowk a lil asshole

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — ngl bruh when i started this i forgot the other kink was originally supposed to be dacryphilia 😭 lost the original plot but idc it’s praise-y enough !

you knew the moment jessica slammed the front door of your shared apartment shut that she’d had a rough day. it was evident in the way she threw her bag down onto her desk and aggressively rummaged through the fridge for a drink.

she didn’t even greet you when she walked in. only some sharp mumbles as she paced around the kitchen. you didn’t want to set her off any more, so you held your tongue until she came into the bedroom.

that was when you saw it. the book you were reading slipped from your hands and you scrambled to sit up. her face was decorated with bruises and dried blood.

“what… jess, what happened to you?” you couldn’t even find words in your stupor.

“yeah, hello to you too.” she mumbled almost bitterly, before quickly taking it back. jessica pinched the bridge of her nose. “i’m sorry. it’s nothing. i got caught taking pictures for a job and i couldn’t get away in time.”

you were sure it was a simplification of what really happened. from underneath the loose neck of her shirt, you could see another bruise beginning to form on her pale skin.

she saw you staring at it and shifted to cover it. “you should see the other guy.” she attempted to joke. when it didn’t quite land with you, she sucked her teeth and sighed. “look, i’m fine, alright?”

you cocked your head, incredulous. sure, she was literally superhumanly strong, but you knew she still felt pain like every other person. sure, she took beatings like a champ, but her pride always took the worst of it. and when her pride was beat, so was she.

her hazel eyes pleaded with you to just drop it. “come on, baby, i just… don’t wanna think about it. about work.” she kicked off her shoes and peeled her thin jacket off before crawling onto the bed and kneeling at your feet. she gently rubbed at your calves, working up to just below your knees.

you grabbed one of her wrists, eagerly pulling her into a soft kiss. telling her that it was okay. she moved with you, nestling between your legs as she deepened the kiss and eased you back against the pillows.

you helped rid her of her shirt, taking a second to gingerly caress her bruises, and started to work at her shorts when she started to move down your neck. the contact made you shiver. her teeth grazed your skin and her hands snuck underneath the oversized t-shirt you had stolen from her dresser.

one of her hands toyed with your boob while the other caressed your hip and rested at the waistband of your little panties. she wasted no time tonight. “god, jess,” you absently whined. the noise made her sigh against you, but she didn’t relax. quite the opposite as it seemed to spur her on.

she started to fervently rub at your clit, leaning her weight and some of her strength into the motion. you grabbed at her shoulder blades with a breathy cry, bucking into her. “couldn’t stop thinking about you earlier,” jessica murmured, pulling back to watch your face twist. “those pretty fuckin’ noises you make.”

her lustful aggression wasn’t anything new to you, but it felt different this time around. everything she did screamed desperation. like she just needed you so badly, she couldn’t resist.

in no time, she hovered over your clothed cunt, her fingers swiftly sliding the thin garment down your legs. they were tossed onto the ground and her fingers replaced them in no time, the tips of them sliding up and down your soaking slit. you gasped and sunk back into the pillows.

she tilted her weight down onto you when she slipped two fingers into your cunt, humming when it drew a shocked, whiny moan from you. she was mesmerized by the way your eyes slowly fluttered shut and your head rolled back to show her your gently marked neck. jessica pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh while she pumped her fingers into you, building up to a blinding pace.

“fu-fuck, jess,” you fisted the sheets at your sides, hips unintentionally bucking into her hand.

“that’s my name,” the woman absently mumbled, unable to tear her eyes away from your writhing body. she let her own strength guide her movements and quickly noted the consequences when you began crying for her to slow down. your voice was getting higher and harder to quiet, which would definitely earn you guys another noise complaint.

your feet slipped against the sheets as you tried to scramble away from her fingers that were like pistons. but she had her other arm locked around your thigh, keeping you firmly in place. “c’mon, baby, you can take it.” she whispered.

and you did, your cunt squeezing around her digits, the fit even more snug when she slipped a third in. she could tell by your wild spasms that you were even closer than she thought, and it wasn’t long until your body tensed and you cried out. you squeezed her fingers as you came, jessica groaning when she felt your cum dripping down her hand.

but she didn’t give you a moment to come down. instead, she started to stuff you full again, like she didn’t want anything to leak out. her strength alone made it hard to believe it was only her fingers, the thrusts making your back arch from sensitivity. “shit, jess,” you whined, moving to grasp at her wrist.

but it was useless. she wouldn’t budge as much as you tried to move her. you would never dream of turning her away, but your nerves were working on overtime. every drag of her fingers against your walls felt like fire.

she loved the way you cried her name out like a prayer. the way your body had to take what she was giving it. in no time, she had pulled a second orgasm out of you. then a third. a fourth. your legs were shaking against her iron hold. she felt each of your muscles contract and relax under her palm.

“oh god, jess,” you sobbed, tears streaming down the side of your face and into your hair. another orgasm was coming, building so quickly you could hardly register. “don’t stop, don’t stop.” it was all you could muster.

jessica couldn’t stop even if she tried. her arm was sore but even then, her pace refused to falter. she lowered her face to your pussy, gently licking at your sensitive clit. the reaction was instant; your cunt clamped down on her fingers and yet another orgasm was pulled out of you.

your hand instinctively flew to her hair, fingers messily entangling into her black locks and pressing her down into your messy cunt. “fuck, jess,” you panted, “i… i can’t… no more.”

“come on, i know you can.” jess pleaded. you hardly had a choice. not when she started to finger-fuck your own cum back into you. she couldn’t stop herself. not when your body responded so beautifully to it. this time was no exception.

your thighs trembled in her hold until they went near slack. your hips were meeting her hand in aimless thrusts and your back had arched off of the sheets. the angle turned your pleading babbles into screams of her name and demands not to stop.

you pushed her face down against your cunt, blinded by the feeling of her lips wrapped around your clit. it all happened so quickly. she had pulled her fingers out of you and replaced them with her tongue, warm and wet and deep inside of you.

it hit you like a truck. white flashed behind your eyelids and it felt like your body had burned out for a split second when you came on her tongue. fat tears rolled down your temples and sobs racked your body. it was so painful in the most desirable way.

only then did jessica finally relent, lifting to gently wipe your face and bring you back down to reality. she pressed kisses to your lips and cheeks, whispering into your ear, “you did so good, so good.”

it took you a while to come down, and when you did you started to pull jessica closer. you mumbled something about feeling bad. jessica only laughed, swatting your hands away. “i don’t think you could if you tried, dummy.” she kissed you one last time before heading for the shower, knowing you would be close behind.

i fear this one is a lil weaker than my other ones i am still getting used to writing wlw smuts i have been genuinely craving a girlfriend 😞 but hope u enjoyed ☝🏼

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fungalittlefreak · 7 days ago

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I saw your Garmadon post and thought of an idea. Maybe he and Misako separated or something, and he gets with one of the ninjas, and she first met him when he was all bad during the whole Pythor and snakes problem going on and he liked her fierce personality. And then they start liking each other when he's a Sensei but he also feels super guilty about it because he's like old, old, like thousands of years old while she's like 18 or 19.

hmmm this one's a bit specific. cracks knuckles. i'm gonna be very ambiguous on reader's age because yes, i am comfortable writing age gaps but i am no longer eighteen-nineteen so it feels a bit odd for me, personally. obviously reader is over eighteen, but garmadon's like three... four-hundred something. or thousands of years old. nothing's confirmed, so i like to think he's in his four-hundreds at most. even then, he and misako had a huge age gap too, logically, so he's a bit over it– chat i'm such a yapper i'm doing the request now. last clarification, this is post rebooted, pre tournament of elements, and slightly canon divergent.

warnings: age gap (obviously), breeding kink, praise

minors, do not interact !

taboo.

he's done this before.

he remembers how much he beat himself up over his crush on misako a lifetime ago, but his feelings for her are long gone. he thinks it feels even worse now because of what he sees in the mirror. frown lines around his mouth, crow's feet on his eyes, and hair so grey it shines silver in the light. you've complimented him many times before about it, though.

"you're my handsome silver fox, garmadon."

it feels odd, having feelings for you like the ones he has. the way you look compared to him is... extremely different. your skin is smooth. your hair is youthful. it was much different than when he and misako were– he should stop thinking about misako. what's done is done, and he's lucky enough to be given a second... third chance at all. even if wu and misako don't know yet.

you're the eldest ninja. as a spinjitsu prodigy, wu took you in and you fully mastered the art by the time you were eight. you only returned to the monastery from an extended mission when the serpentine returned due to lloyd's mistakes. you were so very quick to defend and take care of his boy, it was what started his whole... feelings issue. it was more respect back then, if anything. the way you cared for lloyd ignited some sort of... spark. and the ferocity of which you deal with your enemies now... it's kind of a turn on.

and currently you're here, in his bed.

he hasn't been able to stop thinking about whether he's fallen into his old ways again, manipulating you to get closer to you, making you think he cares (even though he does), and he's tempted to grab a drink to think about it a little less. he tries to get up, but you reach over to hold onto his wrist gently.

"i am sure you should return to wu's academy soon to teach... lloyd. a few things," garmadon exhales, the image in his head filling his heart with queasy affection. he makes sure to shove that feeling away as soon as possible. you sit up, the blanket slides down your body as you lean into him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"i'm not due to teach anybody over there until next semester, garmadon," you correct, running a hand through his hair, "i teach the minor spinjitsu elective for the ten-eleven year olds. cole does physical education to introduce them to spinjitsu." your lips peck his shoulder then trail to his neck, going up to his jaw. garmadon can't help but close his eyes and let you do your thing, indulging in the feeling you give him just once more. your hands wander, fingers trailing up his sides and combing through his chest hair, pressing your skin right against his.

"i am quite sure you have some matters to attend to regardless," garmadon turns, looking into your bedroom eyes. those very eyes that hold a violent fire in them he's unsure whether it's inherently good or not. you're always so mesmerising, especially now. especially now when he gets to touch you, taste you, have you. oh. but this is worse than when he took wu's letter and signed it instead to send it to misako. at least misako had been an adult for some time, had dated some men before settling for garmadon– or wu for that matter, but this isn't about him. you barely even had one boyfriend ! garmadon's technically your first actual relationship, even if it is... on the down low. if wu ever heard of this, he will most certainly take garmadon out with his father's staff.

"something's on your mind, sweetness," you move your hands from his chest and torso to his shoulders, massaging them a little bit to ease his tension. he's unsure whether he should talk about his thoughts, because he's a little selfish. he wants to keep doing this with you, even if it does feel a little... taboo. even if some odd guilt eats at him. it's not his fault he's part dragon, part oni, and that makes the longevity of his life significantly better than a normal human.

"i feel like you deserve someone better."

you stop, lifting your hands to hold garmadon's face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. his five o'clock shadow prickles your palms, but you stay put.

"garmadon, we've been over this," you lean in for a sweet kiss and his head feels light, feeling your soft skin against his. he can't help but turn to put a hand on your hip and the other on your waist, returning your kiss with twice the intensity. you pull away first and he holds himself back with quiet hitch in his breath to let you speak.

"i am a consenting adult. i want you. you did not pressure me into this... situational relationship with you. you did not manipulate me. you give me the option to say no at any time, but that word isn't in my vocabulary when i'm with you. okay ?"

"if i am going to be honest, i feel as though i am creating a standard for you that cannot be attainable from boys your age."

"what if i already have that standard ? what if i find that boys my age just aren't fulfilling for me ?"

"darling, i am practically immortal," garmadon laughs dryly, reaching up to hold your face in his hand. goodness, your skin is so soft. he can't help but indulge in you.

you turn him to climb over and straddle his waist. he lays back down and adjusts so he's not hanging off the bed. your hands go back down to his chest to keep you upright, and his eyes wander. it's an addictive sight, seeing your body bare in front of him. the fact that you let him see you in the first place is so titillating.

"and i am practically on top of you."

"it feels too good when you do that."

you sit up straighter, blinking as garmadon bites his lip.

"i like making you feel better."

you smirk, sliding your body a little further down so you're straddling his thighs. his hands go back on your hips, fingertips trace your curves in reverence. you spit on your hand and hold his half-hard cock, squeezing the way he likes and stroking up and down. for someone only experienced in pleasing him, you do the best job. garmadon whispers small praises, telling you you're doing good as his heart rate rises. he shivers when you lean down to kiss him, trailing more kisses down his neck as you steadily move your hand on his cock. your lips highlight the red and splotchy bite marks you already left on his skin, sending jolts of bliss through his nerves. it's dizzying how soft you actually feel, especially when you move up to sink down on him, still wet from the previous round. his hands squeeze your love handles, keeping you still.

garmadon pants, acutely aware of the way your walls contract around him. his eyes alternate between your legs to your face, a blush rising to his cheeks because of the way you grin at him. your hips start moving and there's a collective hitch of breaths. the movement, the control, it makes his head feel lighter, and it makes your body feel on fire. garmadon's hands explore, kneading and squeezing to keep you close as you ride him. your hands comb through his hair, tugging his locks a little in a way that's grounding.

yet you persist.

and you make him feel young again.

it's so dangerous, having you on top of him like this.

it makes him hungry.

it makes him protective.

yet you persist.

his thumb moves down to circle your clit, your body jolting at the stimulation. your walls clench around him yet again and he twitches, moving his thumb in time with your hips. you swivel and grind to please him, oh, you're so fucking good. you're so good, so pliant, so... pretty. he watches as you move the fastest you can, being encouraging as you're brought closer to your threshold.

"that's it, you're doing so well, darling."

"keep going, you're almost there."

"let go, sweetness, i'm here."

and he gets that little ba-dump in his heart when you gasp, shuddering and gripping him like a vice when you cum, and now it's his turn to take the lead, turning you over so you lay on your back. and so he goes slowly. he takes his time. he knows it's overstimulating, but you can handle it. you always have. and that's what makes you so good. his hips cant up to yours, sensual and slow, but garmadon is launched over the edge when you encourage him to cum inside. he knows it's safe, he knows that you're responsible, but there's always the what-if. what if he fills you up, over and over again ? what if he pins you down and makes you take him until you can't anymore, breeding you so much his semen leaks from you and stains the sheets ? what if he gets you pregnant ? fuck, what if you have his baby ? that thought is all he needs to fall over the precipice, leaning into you and panting into your neck as you hold him close, locking your legs–fuck–locking your legs around him.

he shakes, quivering like a feather as he catches his breath, plugging himself into you as his seed warms your insides. you let him take his time, breathing you in, collecting himself.

"do you want water, sweetness ?"

why are you like this.

"stay in this bed or i will get one more round out of you."

"okay, garma-daddy."

he sits up and cringes.

"never call me that ever."

you giggle, biting your lip with that teasing smile of yours.

"i wouldn't be too sure if you want to be a daddy again."

you're killing him.

"i'm going to get that water for you."

he pulls out and makes himself decent, leaving the room with that ever persistent blush on his face. garmadon shuts that glimmer of affection deep down and locks it away. you lay in bed, simply wondering how far the two of you are going to take this.

it's only a matter of time.

#lego ninjago x reader #ninjago x reader #master garmadon #sensei garmadon #sensei garmadon x reader #master garmadon x reader #mdni

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