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talesfromawannabejournalist · 7 months ago

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Adam apple high school AU PT 3

(this is a pretty long one so bear with me)

. On the very first day at his new school, Lucifer had felt as though his soul had been stripped away from his body, the reason being...Adam Mann

. You see everything was going fine he was given a schedule of his classic, and a basic tour of where his classes were, and everything seemed to go well during his introduction as the new student during first period

. sure, when he said his name, he got a weird look from this one girl in the middle row, but he just ignored it

. it wasn't until after class when he was waking to his next class, and he accidentally bumped into the one person he never thought he would see again that it's kind of all went to Hell

Lucifer: I'm so sorry! I didn't see where I was going, are you alright?

Adam: yeah, I'm fine no skin off...YOU!

Lucifer: A, Adam!?

. Lucifer would hardly believe it, the most beautiful person that he had ever known was right before his eyes, and as it couldn't be even more possible was even more beautiful than ever

. His face was more defined as he had a small stubble on his chin, he had gotten taller too, his soft brown eyes had a sort of golden shine to them, and his scent was even stronger than ever before his scent was of freshly peeled oranges with a hint of soft soil

. but the most prominent feature about him would be his body and his body, oh holy mercy it had curves not the normal amount of curves the usual omega had he had curves for days, right from the top of his perky chest to his soft tummy, all the way down to his big thighs, then to end it was his big juicy booty, though (of course, he didn't see it till after Adam left, but he was only looking respectfully he swears!)

. But before he could fully admire the angel before him he was suddenly pressed up against the lockers with the once lovely scent turned sour as Adam glared down at the person who was responsible for ruining his life back in middle school

. Lucifer gulped, both in horniness and fear(but mostly for being a horny little gremlin)

Lucifer: listen, I know we didn't leave on good terms, but

Adam: But nothing! you stay out of my way here and I'll stay out of your way, got that pipsqueak!?

Lucifer: Pipsqueak?! (before he could say anything else Adam turned around, skirt swishing as he did so, and stomped off. And all Lucifer could process were these cold facts, the one who got away is here, he’s even more hot than ever, and he hates his guts

. this was going to be the longest semester of his fucking life

. a month and a half had passed since the incident, and neither Lucifer nor Adam could barely even tolerate being in the same room together let alone speak to one another

. Lucifer has tried to talk to Adam during this time when he sees him outside of class or when they do have class together tries to sit next to or at least near him

. however it keeps failing for him because A. Adam doesn’t want anything to do with him, and B. His guard dog Lute won’t even let him look at Adam’s general direction let alone try and go near him

. it all comes to a head one day when out in the school football field sitting on the bleachers, waiting for Adam to finish lacrosse team practice, once he saw he was done he waved and called out to him to get his attention

. luckily Adam did acknowledge him with an eye roll and walked over to him

. Lucifer gave himself a mental fist bump as they finally were going to clear the table and maybe Lucifer would finally be able to tell Adam how he felt

. which is why it made so much sense that the plan went to shit

. see while rushing down the bleacher steps he slipped on the last few steps causing him to trip and fall of landing on top of Adam

. at first Lucifer thinks he must have landed right on his stomach because the body part he lands on is soft and squishy…with a space in between

. he slowly lifts himself away to see that he had landed right on Adam’s breasts, a fiery blush spreads all across his upper body as his eyes look into Adam’s shocked/disgusted filled ones

Lucifer: I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry it was a complete accident, I swear!

. he didn’t get a chance to say anything else as he was picked up by the scruff, thrown off of Adam, and was proceeded beaten by Lute

. Adam was in a daze for a minute as he tried to understand what the actual Hell happened

. his attention was then focused on the fight between Lucifer and Lute fighting on the ground

. that was really bad for two reasons, they were still on school grounds and if the coach came back those two would be on grounds for expulsion while he was more worried about Lute getting into trouble, he couldn't help but feel a ping of worry in his chest for Lucifer, damn omega instinct, reason number two was that two alphas fighting especially over an omega can more often than not turn bloody

. So, scrambling to his feet, he made his way over to the small crowd where the girls from the team were watching the fight, some even egging it on

. He pushed his way through them and saw Lucifer had Lute pinned under him with his fist raised up ready to strike her

. Adam ran towards them and tried to pull Lucifer off when he suddenly felt a hand hit right in the eye, he falls backwards and clutches his eye while whimpering in pain

. both alphas stop immediately and turn their attention to the omega in distress

. Lucifer gets off the female alpha and rushes towards Adam, while Lute stays frozen in place not believing that she hit Adam, on accident of course she didn't expect he'd be on the crossfire she just wanted to get Lucifer off

Lucifer: Holy shit, are you okay!? here let me take a look

. at first, Adam tried to just leave but Lucifer kept him still while giving a pleading look he sighed and allowed the alpha to look him over Adam's eye appeared to be swollen and starting to throb

Adam: is it bad?

Lucifer: It's not so bad that you'd need an eye patch just need to get something cold on it, come on let's get you home

. Despite his own injuries he helps Adam up and starts to lead him away as the crowd slowly starts to dissipate now that the fight was over

Lute: WAIT ADAM I'M SO SORRY IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!

. Adam turns his head slightly and says in a frustrated tone

Adam: Not now Lute, just, not now, I'll text you later ok?

. Lute doesn't say anything as she watches from the ground in complete shock as Adam allows himself to be taken away by that little demon

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. after carefully maneuvering around the school so no one would see them in their current predicament they made it over to the student parking lot where a small white car resided

. Lucifer unlocked it with a push of his key's button, went to the passenger side to open the door for Adam, and went to his side to start the car, before turning to Adam

Lucifer: do you mind giving me your address?

Adam: No, please don't it's my aunt's day off and she'll freak the fuck out if she sees this.

. he says while referring to his damaged eye

Lucifer: ok I get it, um well, if your comfortable with it, are you okay with coming back to my house? I can get you the right medical aid you need

. Adam doesn't say anything as he silently nods

. The drive there is silent and tense as Adam's attention is solely focused on what is happening out the window, while Lucifer keeps checking on him every so often

. They soon made it to a high-class condo complex, they park in front of one and Lucifer quickly opens his door to open Adam's and helps him out

. They head inside and Lucifer calls out to Uriel, he breathes a sigh of relief when he gets no response

Lucifer: Ok were good, let me take you to the kitchen

. There he gets Adam a bag full of ice and he gently places it on his eye, wincing from the slight flinch from the cold

Lucifer: you need anything else? are you hungry or thirsty?

Adam: all I need now is how to tell my Aunt on how I got this, though shouldn't you be more concerned with your own injuries?

Lucifer: I think the worst I got was a bump on the head, I'm ok

. It was true that while he had some bruises he was mostly a-ok

Lucifer: but if you really need an excuse for her, just say you accidentally ran into a door while rushing to class

. suddenly Adam's phone starts to buzz he picks it up and sighs seeing the caller's ID

Adam: speak of the devil (answers it) hey Aunt Sera, no I uh stopped at Mcdonald's for an after practice snack with a friend, yeah I know they cause people to get fat but guess what that sentiment can't really be applied to me when I'm already fat, no that's not sarcasm that is stating facts, uh huh, yeah, yeah I'll be home soon ok, I don't know an hour soon ok? See you then, yeah love you too

. he ends the call and looks at Lucifer

Adam: ok, situation averted, for now at least, so

Lucifer: So?

Adam: (sighs and looks straight into Lucifer's eyes) you have exactly thirty minutes and explain why the Hell you've been trying to follow me around and won't just leave me alone? I mean if you're trying to apologize over what happened in Eden you're doing a pretty shitty job at it

Lucifer: I, I'm sorry but while I did want to talk to you about the whole Eden situation, I don't see why I have to apologize for anything

Adam: um ok how about you stealing my girlfriend then making me feel like complete shit by constantly following me around and trying to shove your tongue down her throat, oh! and let's not forget the rumors that destroyed my reputation, because I know you and Lilith were the ones that start them!

Lucifer: first of all, YOU broke up with Lilith first I think that made it perfectly ok for me to "Steal your girlfriend" second I didn't start those rumors I swear I didn't Lilith must've said something to her friends and those friends said something to their friends and it probably spiraled out of control from there, thirdly Lilith was the one to drag me to those places I swear it was a giant coincidence

Adam: Broke up with her, what the Hell are you talking about I didn't break up with her she broke up with me by being a slut!

Lucifer: what about Eve then?! the girl you left Lilith for!

Adam: You mean Eve my cousin?

Lucifer: what?

Adam: Eve is my cousin, and she was a new student there and I was just helping her settle in!

Lucifer: I, I, you're not lying to me, are you?

Adam: What the actual fuck would I earn by lying to you?! No, I'm not lying she was the one who fucking cheated on me why don't you get that?!

. Lucifer took a shaky breath and turned away eyes going wide in realization

Lucifer: she lied; she's been playing me this whole time

Adam: YES! finally you see the truth, she was a lying cheating alpha whore who only cared about her own wants and needs

Lucifer: A, Adam I, I am so, so fucking sorry I swear I didn't know I just I swear if I knew the truth I wouldn't have done that...if it makes you feel any better, she wasn't the best girlfriend to me either

Adam: Makes me feel a little better

Lucifer: I don't know how I'm going to make it up to you, actually I have an idea

Adam: what is it?

Lucifer: this Friday I don't know if your aware but there's a festival happening at school and if you're ok with it, why don't you let me take you? we could have fun and get to know each other better, get to know the real us, not the version's Lilith's lies had created; so what do you say wanna do it?

Adam: Uh I

. Adam didn't know what to say to an offer like that, he literally just spilled his guts to someone who he held onto a great amount of resent towards, or he at least he did once the realization that Lucifer was used just like he was, he supposed that maybe he could give him a second chance

Adam: sure, what's the harm

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. Later when Lucifer drops Adam off in front of his house, he walks him to his door when Adam turns to address him

Adam: Well, I'll see you later, I I'm glad we had this chance to finally clear the air

Lucifer: me too

. Lucifer gives him a soft smile which caused Adam to blush then in a last-minute decision Adam places a soft kiss on his cheek, Lucifer's face turns to a deep Scarlett and before he had a chance to react Adam went inside closing the door

. Lucifer's lips split open into a goofy grin as he sways his way back to the car in a lovesick manner

. Inside Adam reels from realization from what he just did when he suddenly hears his aunt

Sera: Oh good your back hopefully you didn't ruin your appetite because dinner is, IS THAT A BLACK EYE?!

. Oh shit he forgot about that

(sorry it’s late, hope you liked it)

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple #high school au #omegaverse #Omega Adam #Alpha Lucifer #Lute

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naturesapphic · 1 year ago

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Scared

Hanna marin x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, mature themes, sexual innuendos

“Hey Han, you into sharing everything with your BFF? Even your GF? - A”

Hanna looked down at her phone in horror as she read the text message. Tears flooded her eyes and she knew she had to do something that she didn’t want to do. She has to break up with you. It’s for your own good, she can’t lose you or worse, have you killed.

No matter how much it will kill her inside, she has to let you go. You mean too much to her and the thought of anything bad happening to her makes her sick and filled with rage. She shakily grabbed her car keys and drove to your house, regretting what she’s about to put you through.

You heard two hard knocks on the door and grabbed one of your favorite stuffed animals and slowly walked to the door. You slowly opened the door while your hand was held up with your stuffed animal in hand, ready to attack. You screeched as someone came in but it went away when you saw your blonde headed girlfriend standing there with her leather jacket on with a lacy black long sleeved top. “God Hanna you fucking scared me!” You said breathlessly as you held your stuffed animal to your chest, pouting at her.

Hanna chuckled and shakes her head “what were you gonna do anyway babe…kill me with your stuffed animal?” She teases you as you glared at her in annoyance. “N-no! But I would have done something…like…like punch you!” Hanna raises her eyebrow at her in disbelief. “Baby…you wouldn’t hurt a fly…you say sorry to me when you accidentally hurt me or accidentally bump into me and sometimes you start crying.” She says at she walks further in your house. You huffed and buried your face in your stuffie.

“Why are you here anyway Han? Not that I don’t want you here but you usually text me first or you come earlier in the day…” you said, worry laced in your voice. Hanna remembered why she was here and her whole mood changes and her eyes go teary and her face goes completely dead. You walk up to her and gently cup her face to which she let a few tears leave from her eyes. You gently wiped them away from her face with your thumb and she gave you a small smile in return as she nuzzles her face in your hand.

She pulls her face away from you hands and you frowned at her action. “We have to break up..” she says quietly. You felt your heart breaking and felt like you couldn’t breathe properly. You let your hands fall to your sides and you start trying to take deep breaths which made it worse.

“Baby?… babygirl..hey…hey..breathe with me angel..” she softly said to you as she had you sit on the floor and she sat in front of you. She gently took your hand and put it on her chest where her heart is, then she took her hand and put it on your chest. You watched how she breathed and followed her every step of the way.

When you finally could breath better you finally said something. “Is this because of A? What did they threaten you with now?” You questioned her quietly. She sighed and showed you her phone with the message and you frowned more. “I can’t have you hurt again…A has hurt you a lot and they have hurt me a lot…being with me is so dangerous y/n…I have to let you go.” She said with her voice cracking as she tries not to cry.

“No!” You exclaimed as you looked deeply in her eyes. “No? Y/n…we can’t be together anymore…I can’t lose you…even if I have to lose you in this way…I can’t have you be killed.” Hanna says sternly but you weren’t having it. “I said no! Don’t you understand that I don’t care? That we have been together since high-school? We have been through so much together! You are my person Hanna…we can get through this. I can take some self defense classes Hanna! And learn how to fire a gun!”. You exclaimed at her while you look into her eyes with determination.

“Y/n…you don’t understand. This A is worse than Mona combined. She’s more ruthless and has no mercy for us. Please just let me go…”. She said as she took steps back from me. “Please Hanna please…can’t we talk more about this?” You said pleading her. She sighed annoyingly and walked to your door “I can’t do this anymore.” She said opening the door.

“NO!” You yelled and you ran in front of her and shut the door so she couldn’t get out. “Hanna Marin I love you so fucking much and I’m not letting you go. Ever. You are stuck with me. I will go to self defense classes and protect myself and more importantly you, even if I am short! Because just now I just try to kill you with my stuffed animal…” you said as you stand in front of her, not letting her go anywhere.

Hanna glared at you and pushed you aside to get out but you stood back in front of her, blocking her again. “You aren’t leaving until we fix this and talk about it more. I’m not loosing my Hanna banana.” You said with big tears in your eyes and you leaned up and kissed her fiercely. Hanna stood there in shock, but when she finally realized what was happening she kissed you back just as hard and with more passion.

Hanna picked you up by your thighs and your legs were secured around her waist. Your hands were in her golden locks as her hands went from your thighs to your ass. She carried you upstairs and kicked open your door hard since you were in your house alone and quite frankly Hanna didn’t give two fucks.

Hanna threw you on your bed and you looked at her with such intense emotion and lust that she started to tear up. “Baby…I-I’m sorry…I just can’t have you killed or get hurt in any way. You are the person I love. Only you. You are my person and I just want you in my life.” Han confessed as she was stripping her clothes, revealing her beautiful nude body. Even though you were completely star struck at seeing her beauty, Hanna was confessing to you and you were all ears.

“I understand Han…but please…p-please don’t do that again.” You said as you started crying and Hanna hovered over your body and wiped away your tears with her gentle fingers. “I only tried to because I’m so scared…I can’t lose you…” Hanna said softly as she’s crying too. “You won’t lose me. We will find a way to protect ourselves. Just you and me Hanna banana.” You said with a smile at the end and Hanna giggled at the nickname that you always called her.

“I love you y/n/n…so fucking much…” Hanna said as she leans down and connects her soft lips with yours. You moan softly as her tongue intrudes your mouth and explores it. You buckle your hips and Hanna notices it and smirks to herself at how she’s making you completely submit to her, just by a kiss.

You tangle your fingers in her hair as she completely rips your pjs off your body and you blush fiercely. Hanna slowly looks at each detail of your body and admires it. You both have had trouble with your body so she completely understands how you feel and she wants you to feel sexy and confident because she sees you as perfect in her eyes.

Both of your naked bodies are intertwined as y’all show each other how much you love one another and you know that this night will be long and special for the both of you.

A/n: my first imagine of hanna! I hope y’all enjoyed and please, if y’all have any request for her/Ashley benson, please send in request. I love y’all! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest!

#hanna marin #hanna marin x fem!reader #hanna marin x reader #ashley benson x reader #ashley benson x fem!reader #ashley benson #ashley benzo #pll imagines #plledit #pll original sin #pll rewatch #pll gifs #pll icons #pll cast #pll girls #plldaily #pll #pretty little liars #pretty little liars imagines

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baelabong · 10 months ago

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My girl

Pairing: Karen Shetty x Fem! Reader

Warnings: kissing?

Plot: Karen knew her girlfriend was hot, her only problem was she wanted her all to herself.

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Northshore High was buzzing with activity as Karen Shetty caught the constant attention of students across the hall as they strolled. With Karen’s arm around y/n waist, the taller girl looked ahead with the same dazed look she always had. Although the couple garnered attention, it was Y/N who often found herself the object of affection for many boys.

One day, after their math class, Karen and Y/N walked through the crowded hallways, making their way past others to meet up with Regina and Gretchen. Y/N, with her hot demeanor and downcast eyes, attracted more attention than she was comfortable with due to her short plaid skirt with a cropped top, which was Karen’s favourite top on y/n, that hugged her figure. The taller girl, noticing the subtle glances and attempts at flirtation, couldn't help but feel a possessive twinge. Her normal dazed look twisted into a stare of jealousy.

As they reached Y/N's locker, a group of boys approached, led by Shane, the douchebag who was convinced y/n wanted to fuck him. "Hey, Y/N, I was thinking we could grab lunch together. What do you say?" he asked, flashing a charming smile. This went by with y/n clueless to the look the taller girl gave to the boy.

Y/N, blushing, looked at Karen for guidance. Karen, with a playful grin, replied, "Sorry, Shane, but Y/N and I have plans. We’re going to Taco Bell. Maybe next time."

Shane, undeterred, persisted, "Come on, Karen, can't Y/N make her own choices?"

Karen's eyes narrowed down slightly. "It's not about choices, Shane. It's about respect. And you should show some."

The days that followed saw an increase in attention towards Y/N. The school's rumor mill began churning stories of a rivalry between Karen and the persistent suitors. The tension reached its peak during a school assembly when Shane decided to make his move.

As the assembly ended and the students filed out, Shane approached Y/N with an assertive demeanor. "Y/N, we need to talk. Alone."

Y/N, feeling uneasy, glanced at Karen, who stood nearby. Shane, ignoring the silent warning, continued, "I don't know why you're with Karen. You deserve someone who can treat you better."

Before Y/N could respond, Karen, sensing the situation escalating, stepped forward. "Shane, we've asked you to back off. This is your last warning."

Shane laughed dismissively. "Or what? Are you going to fight for her, Karen?"

Fueled by a surge of possessiveness and frustration, Karen decided it was time to make a statement. She pulled Y/N into a passionate kiss, right there in the school corridor, in front of Shane and a growing crowd of curious students. God, Karen basically ate the girl in front of everyone, making sure that Shane saw how she slipped her hand into the top of the other. (Get a room 🗣️)

The kiss was intense, a mix of asserting dominance and expressing love. When Karen finally pulled away, she looked at Shane with a smirk. "That answers your question. Now, leave us alone."

As Shane retreated, flustered and humbled, Karen turned her attention back to Y/N, who was wide-eyed and blushing. "Karen, what was that?"

Karen, with a softened expression, caressed Y/N's cheek. "Sometimes, actions speak louder than words. I needed to show everyone that you're mine, and no one else's."

Y/N, still processing the bold move, whispered, "But, Karen, we could have handled it differently."

Karen grinned, "Maybe, but sometimes a bold move is necessary. And besides, I couldn't resist kissing you."

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Lawd have mercy. Avantika is so fine pls 🤬

#karen shetty #mean girls #avantika #fem reader #mean girls musical #Spotify

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sassycheesecake · 1 year ago

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"I love you too much“ - Shinsuke Kita x Reader

A/N: Based on the song „I love you too much“ from the movie „The Book Of Life“. Give this song a listen to, it’s beautiful. Enjoy ❤️

Warnings: none

„I love you too much

To live without you loving me back“

Shinsuke Kita is just a Fueneku Middle School student when he first met you. He saw you in his classroom for the first time, he swears everything around him moved in slow motion, eyes entirely focused on your beauty.

As the years went by, now a High School student of Inarizaki, Kita saw you grow into an even more beautiful person, personality and appearance speaking. The way you show kindness to other people, the exciting way your eyes gleam up when you see either dogs or cats on the streets. There’s only problem. Your heart belongs to someone else’s that is not Kita‘s.

It’s Aran‘s.

„I live for your touch

I whisper your name night after night“

After the loss against Karasuno in the Spring Tournament, Kita lays in his bed awake at night, unable to sleep. Not necessarily because of the loss, but because the way you hugged him to comfort the team after their loss.

It was only for a few seconds but the way your soft body felt against his, was Kita‘s dream come true. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries by hugging you back right in front of his teammate, who is also your boyfriend.

It’s like your scent still lingers in his memories. The scent of vanilla mixed rose petals.

Kita sighs deeply.

"Why can’t you be mine (Y/N)?“

„Heaven knows your name I've been praying

To have you come here by my side“

It’s a cold winter morning on New Year’s, when Kita walks up to the shrine for New Year prayers. With small steps, he enters the temple and presses his hands together.

'Please give me the chance and courage to show (Y/N) how I feel about her.’

As the Outside Hitter is about to turn around, he sees Aran walking in as well, with an extremely tired look on his face.

Aran greets Kita with a friendly smile and Kita asks his teammate about the dark circles under his eyes.

Heaving a deep sigh, Aran sends his prayer as well, before answering Kita.

“(Y/N) and I have been fighting a lot lately. I think our relationship is breaking apart and I am hoping the Gods will have mercy on me to fix our relationship.”

Hearing those words makes Kita’s stomach twist with jealousy.

Kita can’t help but hope that the Gods overhear his prayer over Aran’s.

„Without you a part of me is missing

Just to make you my own, I will fight“

It’s been years since Kita last saw you, now being the age of 24 and having his own rice farm, there is not a day that Kita doesn’t think about you. When he was on his way to deliver his rice to Onigiri Miya, he wonders if you and Aran stayed together and what you are doing now as an adult. Carrying the rice bags inside to help Osamu, the bell of the front entrance door chimes, making both men stop what they are doing to see who has entered this early.

Osamu smiles slightly when he spots you.

"Ya here early today, we don‘ open 'til 11, ya know that.“

You chuckle a bit in reply.

"I know, I know. But you said yesterday that the new rice delivery comes in the next day, which is today obviously and I wanted to help you but I can see you already have someone doing that for you.” You smile brightly at Kita.

That smile of yours is going to be the death of him.

"I am gonna go change, be right back.” You say while disappearing around the corner.

Osamu sees the blush on his former captain’s face, teasing him.

"She’s a beauty eh?”

"She’s always been beautiful.” Kita states in a quiet voice but Osamu still hears him.

"They broke up yannow? Aran and (Y/N). Too focused on volleyball and she didn’t wanna do that back-and-forth anymore.” Osamu places a heavy bag of rice into the cabinet before rubbing the sweat off with his forearm.

Kita’s wide eyes find Osamu’s gray eyes and the ravenette says one more sentence before Kita gets back into his truck to drive back.

"If ya come over more, 'm sure she would give ya a chance. Heard 'er say that she’s looking for somethin’ serious again to her friend on the phone the other night.” Osamu gives a wink into Kita’s direction and Kita makes it his goal to win your heart and show you his love that hasn’t faltered since Middle School.

„There's love above love and it's yours cause I love you

There's love above love and it's ours if you love me

As much“

Many years later, Kita sits on a wooden bench on his patio in front of his home. The gentle breeze of the wind flows through his black-whiteish hair, the sunset painting the sky with the most beautiful orange, red and pink colors that reflect on some of the clouds.

His fields blooming high, soon to be ready for harvesting.

All of sudden, he feels a pair of arms sneaking around his neck, a chin gently propped on top of his head.

He raises a hand and entangles his ring-adorned finger with yours.

"Whatcha doin?”

"I am thanking the Gods every day to have you by my side. I truly have been blessed with your kindness and your heart that you gave me to protect, care and cherish for.”

Giggling softly at your fiancé’s romantic words, you squish your cheek against the top of his head, tightening your grip around him a little bit more.

Kita moves his head so he can stare into your eyes with a lovesick smile.

"I love you so much (Y/N).”

Pressing a gentle kiss against his lips, you whisper against them.

"I love you too Shinsuke, more than life itself.”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert @lyditheoverthinker

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thetimelordbatgirl · 5 months ago

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As bat shit as it is that the guide book is trying to claim that Mal turned into a dragon against her mom in D1, we have to remember Rise of Red is now ignoring D1 revealing via Ben that Auradon Prep was an old building built 300 years prior to D1 that was converted into a high school by Beast in favor of...it was basically a school named Merlin Academy once but became Auradon Prep down the line. At this rate, Rise of Red and even the guide book is just looking to be a worser retconning of shit then D3 and Escape From The Isle of The Lost which while they said in that book their parents somehow went to school together, they didn't go into further detail about it in the book...somehow a mercy in comparison to Rise of Red.

#disney descendants #descendants #descendants the rise of red #the rise of red #descendants the world of auradon royals and villains #(seriously thats still a shit title for a book because what was wrong with heroes #not all the people in auradon are royals like what)#but seriously i just remembered escape DID hint at this shit prior #but cant tell if they really were planning merlin academy at that point in time #as descendants gives vibes of making it up as they go

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austinsmutler · 1 year ago

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hii ,I heard requests are currently open and wondering if you could please pretty please write a masterpiece of a sleepover with virgin!elvis and his girl bff who he has a crush on and not too long hes found masturbating then it turns into a steamy ass night I guess? if you’re not comfy writing it, totally alright! love u and ur work, literally breathe and live on it😭🙏🤭♥️

Anon, are you trying to appeal to my ego? It’s working. I’m loving, living, and breathing from this idea! You know me, I love a bad boy EP, so this is my first take on virgin!Elvis. I’d love to write more, and I LOVE me some friends-to-lovers. And don’t get me STARTED on best friend!Elvis, good lord. The pining. The yearning. The increasing desperation all boiling over… have mercy.

Anyway, hope ya like this one!

Young Dreams - Virgin!Elvis x Reader - 3,600 Words

What you’ll like: Virgin!Elvis, Best friend Elvis who is absolutely weak for you, cute smut

Warnings: Sex, Elvis and reader are both inexperienced, but there's no pain because in this house we practice foreplay. Minors DNI.

Masterlist | Requests are currently open (Currently writing for Elvis, Austin!Elvis, and Eddie Munson)

“What do you mean no-one’s home this weekend?” Elvis sounded worried. Your fingers played with the phone cord, not sure how to console him.

“I’ll be fine. My folks needed a break, so they’re staying with Grandma on the coast for a few days. It’s only a few hours away- I’ll be fine.”

“Hmm.” Elvis hummed on the other end of the line. “I’ll be over in ten minutes.”

“Elvis!”

“Alright, five minutes.”

You laughed until the other end of the line went dead. He can’t be serious, can he?

You’d known Elvis your entire life, ever since he’d moved onto the house at the end of the street. You walked home from school every day together, and now that high school was over and you had a job waitressing on the edge of town, he drove you to and from work every day. He said it wasn’t a problem because he drove in and out of Memphis for his own work, but the little diner was on the complete wrong side of town. Still, it meant you stayed close, even after graduation.

You sat on the living room windowsill. The rest of the house felt intimidating, big without your parents to fill it. Elvis knew you didn’t like being home alone, but what was he going to do about it?

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. You looked at the clock and bit back a smile. Exactly two minutes and thirty seconds since he hung up the phone.

“You’re late.” You said, crossing your arms in the doorframe.

“I had to pack.” Elvis grinned and held up a bag. “Can’t wear the same clothes all weekend, can I?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile and stepped aside to let him in. Old Mrs Cranston was on her front porch, scowling from her rocking chair with a look that said, Your Momma will hear about this.

You fought the urge to stick your tongue out as you closed the door. Your parents had let Elvis stay over before- granted, you were kids then, but nothing had changed between the two of you since. You were just friends. If there were any feelings between the two of you, they were buried deep; the most private treasure, never to be unearthed.

Elvis had already made himself at home, leaning the bag beside the couch and turning on the radio, quickly tuning into Sam Phillips’ station.

“B.B. King.” Elvis whistled.

“Everyday I have the blues.” You named the track without thinking, and Elvis smiled. Music was the first love you shared, and you both sang along to the tune.

Ooh everyday,

Everyday,

I have the blues

When you see me worryin' baby,

Yeah, It's you

I hate to lose

Elvis’ voice was deep and soulful, honed from years of singing along to the choir every Sunday. You took a seat on the couch beside him as the next song played and he didn’t even pause for breath. Big Boy Crudup.

“That’s alright Mama, that’s alright with you…” He stood up to dance, taking on a completely different persona to the one he held when you sang together. His pretty features screwed together as Elvis sang with an attitude. “That’s alright, any way you do…”

You bit your lip as he lost himself in the music. Was he putting on this performance for you, or for himself? Maybe both. You’d listened to music together hundreds of times- at your home, at his, in his truck, in diners and at the movies. Every time he made it feel like an intimate experience, stirring something inside you weren’t sure you should feel.

“You’re good at that, you know.” You said as the song ended, hoping the heat on your cheeks wasn’t noticeable.

“What?” Elvis sat beside you, not even out of breath.

“Singing. Moving.” You smiled. “Remember that talent show when we were thirteen? You got first place.”

“I sang Old Shep.” He chuckled. “And you did that little dance, in the pink dress.”

“I can’t believe you remember that!” You slapped his arm. “Dunno what I was thinking, I’ve never been able to move. My feet get confused.”

“I liked it.” Elvis cleared his throat. “I like seeing you dance.”

If you weren’t blushing before, you were now. “Thanks, but I’ll pass on that.”

Another rock song came on the radio and Elvis stood again, feet already wiggling as he extended a hand. “C’mon, it’s easy.”

You shook your head, hugging yourself. “I’m fine right here.”

“Nah.” Elvis pulled you up with one almighty tug on your arms, pulling you into him. You weren’t so close that someone watching through the window would get the wrong idea, but you could still feel the heat radiating from his body, feel the strength in every motion as he moved. “Just feel the music and let it move you. Don’t think.”

You tried, and nearly tripped over your own feet before he caught you. Both of you broke into laughter at your awkward movements, but by the end of the song something loosened up. Were you a good dancer? Absolutely not. Next to Elvis you were even worse, but that didn’t matter.

Every time he grinned over at you, a little bit of that self-consciousness melted away until you were spinning in time to the music, so hard your poodle skirt lifted to show a flash of the underskirt beneath with every movement. It was the most delicious kind of dancing- free and fun, and certainly not allowed at school dances.

The room seemed to heat up, sweltering by the end of the song. Both your chests heaved with heavy breaths and you fanned yourself as you and Elvis stopped, staring at each other.

His blue eyes were dark, mouth open slightly as he looked at you. You’d seen that look before. Usually it was just a flash, when you laughed in the back of his truck, when he picked you up from work, when you listened to a brand new record together. This wasn’t a flash- this was written all over his face. Hunger.

“I should, uh…” You gulped. “It’s getting late, I’m gonna make dinner. Momma left me some things to reheat in the fridge, that okay?”

Elvis blinked and the look was gone. “Sure.”

He didn’t follow you into the kitchen, and you couldn’t tell if you were relieved or not. There had always been space between you, but it was always full of something. That look…

You shook your head, smiling to yourself as you put two dishes of leftovers into the oven and set it to a low heat, along with a kitchen timer for ten minutes.

Sweat started to creep onto your skin, and you tried to shake away all the thoughts of Elvis, the molten look in his eyes, the way his jaw flexed as his eyes trailed down to the bust of your dress…

You needed to cool down, you decided, heading to the bathroom.

Only to open the door and be greeted to the sight of Elvis leaning against the sink, eyes closed and head tilted back, lips murmuring your name as his hand moved frantically over his-

You slammed the door with a yelp.

“Sorry!” You headed back to the kitchen, blood rushing to your face. Had you really just walked in on him touching himself?

He was whispering your name. He was whispering your name, and touching himself.

Elvis stumbled into the hallway, safely tucked into his pants. You tried to keep your eyes on his face and not on the obvious tent in his jeans. His face was just as red as yours must have been as he stuttered,

“M’sorry, you- you weren’t supposed to see that- I wasn’t-”

Your eyes flicked down, then to his face, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, I was-” He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I won’t- god, I don’t even know what to say.”

“Were you thinking about me?” You asked, ignoring the way your voice wavered.

Elvis froze, before his eyes finally met yours and he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I was.”

“You do that often?”

The look on his face told you all you needed to know. He shrank back as you walked up to him, hands shaking at your sides. Suddenly all those looks, all those flashes of hunger were making sense.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen. It- it won’t happen again, I’m sor-”

Elvis was cut off as your hands wrapped around his head and pulled him down for a searing kiss. He froze again, before a moan rumbled up from deep in his throat and he grabbed at your lower back, pulling you against his hardness.

You devoured each other’s lips until there was no more oxygen in your lungs and you had to break apart or pass out.

“Why did you never say anything?” You breathed against his lips. Elvis licked at your bottom lip, humming another kiss into you before responding.

“I never thought you’d feel the same.”

Shock pulled your jaw to the floor. You weren’t sure whether to slap the man or kiss him again, but you decided on the latter. “I’ve never felt anything for anyone but you.”

Elvis growled and spun you around so you were against the wall, his hands on your waist, his tongue on your neck devouring every inch of exposed skin. The only thing in the world was the heat radiating from his body, dancing with yours. He lifted you up and your legs wrapped around him instinctively, the sudden contact of his hand on your bare thigh pulling a moan from your throat.

When Elvis pulled back to look at you his eyes were wild and raw. He ground against you, holding you in place against the wall as he moved. He rubbed against just the right place and heat shot through your body, releasing a sound you’d never made before, echoing up from your core to the tip of your tongue.

“That good?” Elvis asked and you nodded against him. He hit the same spot again, and again, grinding hard through your clothes until your entire body shook and you were sure you were about to die, or explode, or-

A sharp ringing cut through your moans. Damn timer.

“D-dinner.” You gasped. “Elvis, I- it’s in the oven…”

Elvis reluctantly put you down and you stumbled over to turn off the heat.

When you turned back to look at him, he was flushed, black hair messy from your fingers running through it, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as if he wasn’t sure what to do with them now that you were out of arm’s reach.

His dark eyes met yours and he stuttered out, “I’ve- I’ve never… Never done anything before. With anybody.”

You froze. “Not even with Dixie?”

He shook his head. “We only went to prom. She wound up dancing with Reggie from her band practice, and he took her home. That’s why I spent most of that night third-wheeling with you.”

You nodded, remembering the night. You’d been surprised when Elvis told you he’d found a date, but then a guy from the football team had asked you out and you’d reluctantly said yes.

Turned out he’d just wanted to get close to one of your friends. By the time Elvis came over, you were a third wheel on your own date. The only redeeming part of prom was driving home with him and listening to Fats Domino.

“I should’ve asked you.” He spoke, voice soft. “I was scared.”

“I would’ve said yes.” You swallowed. “I’m saying yes now.”

Elvis tilted his head. “To what?”

You closed the distance between the two of you, pressing your lips to his. “Everything. Anything.”

You bit back everything else, all the thoughts suddenly floating to the tip of your tongue: I’ve always wanted you. I want everything you have to give me. I don’t even know how long I’ve wanted you, but you’re under my skin and I want you deeper.

Elvis hummed into your mouth, picking you up again and placing you on the table. Dinner was left forgotten on the countertop as he devoured your lips, then your neck, then lower to nip at your neckline.

“Elvis,” You whimpered, “Wait.”

He stopped immediately to look at you. “Is this alright?”

“I don’t want to… not here.” You bit your lip. “Let’s go to my room.”

Elvis’ eyes widened, then went so dark they were practically black as he understood. He helped you off the table, but you led him up the stairs on shaky legs. The whole thing felt like a dream- a good dream- but the warmth of his hand in yours grounded you to reality.

Elvis was your best friend. He’d been in your room before, but suddenly the space felt smaller; more intimate. You lay back on the pale pink sheets, watching as he drew the curtains, shrouding the room in half-light.

He paused and looked at you, eyes trailing from your face all down the length of your body.

“I’ve never seen someone so beautiful.”

“Come kiss me.” You smiled, ignoring the nerves fluttering in your stomach.

Elvis lay beside you, cradling your face in his hands before tracing his way down to the zip at the back of your dress, where he stopped again.

“What is it?”

“I have no idea what I’m doing.” He smiled, avoiding your eyes with a shy smile.

“Neither do I.” You reached behind yourself to pull the zip of your dress down, tugging at the top to reveal your bra. Elvis reached out with a shaking hand and you closed the gap, sighing as his fingers pulled you in.

“We’ll figure it out together.”

Your confidence brought a smile to Elvis’ face- a crooked, curled-lip smile that melted everything else away.

Your hands shook as you unbuttoned his shirt, peeling the army green away to reveal a body tanned from the summer and toned from years of hard work. You’d seen Elvis shirtless before- summer heat waves meant swimming down at the creek- but this was different. Slower. Your eyes could linger, hands touch every muscle, drawing ragged breaths from the back of his throat.

Elvis breathed your name as you tugged the rest of your dress away, leaving you in just your underwear.

Then you were flush together, tasting every inch of skin. Frantic. Like you’d been waiting all your lives for this moment, and now that it was here it could all be over in a flash. Elvis hissed as your fingernails dug into his back, pulling him closer to you.

“I want you. I need you.” Elvis panted, biting back more words- as if a mountain of confessions was stacked up in his chest, making it hard to breathe. “Baby, tell me what you need me to do.”

You took Elvis’ hand and guided him beneath your underwear, showing him exactly where to touch. You both groaned as his finger pressed on your clit, rubbing softly at first, then hard. You cried out at the sensation, before Elvis pulled away to loop his fingers through the elastic of your panties.

“I need to see you. Please.”

At your nod, he took off your underwear and you made quick work of your bra, leaving you completely bare for him. His cock twitched in his pants at the sight of you, wet, gleaming, ready for him.

“How… how far do you want to go?” His eyes flicked up to yours.

“I need you in any way I can have you.” You replied.

He frowned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” You smiled, and he was on you again, between your legs, thrusting against you through his pants. You pulled his lips down to meet yours, grinding hard together.

“Wait,” He panted, stopping your hand from undoing the button. “Just… slowly.”

He pulled back to look at you again. “I want to take my time with you. What this is… I want it to be special.”

You moved your hands to stroke the hair back from where it had fallen in his face. “Okay. Slow.”

The heat between your legs begged for more, and Elvis didn’t complain when you wrapped your thighs around him, moving your hips to meet his every thrust. Every brush against your clit had the heat pooling deeper at your core until you were throbbing, body begging for him inside you.

Elvis was listening, learning, and every time you moaned he repeated his movement, smirking against your neck when your sounds started getting louder and louder.

“Do I make you feel good?”

“Yes,” You panted, “Please, Elvis, I need- I need-”

He pulled back at the desperation in your voice, so new and exciting. He didn’t wait for you to finish your sentence before pulling his pants and underwear away in one swift motion, stopping to pick a condom from the wallet in his pants. You looked at him questioningly.

“They were handing them out at school, I never thought I’d use one.” Elvis chuckled, pink rushing to his cheeks. “I mean, one day, but-”

“Hurry up and put it on.” You grinned.

You’d seen a flash of Elvis’ cock just once before, earlier that night, when you’d walked in on him and started this whole thing. But now it was in full view, almost intimidatingly big as he stroked himself with practiced ease before slipping on the condom.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to-”

“Please.” You were begging out loud now. “Don’t make me wait any more.”

Elvis grinned and lay between your legs, letting you adjust your hips. He sank into you slowly, as if he was waiting for a sign, for you to change your mind, or some divine intervention that never came.

You sighed as he bottomed out, rolling your hips after a moment of stillness. Elvis took that as his cue to start moving. Every slow roll of his hips brought you closer to something you’d only ever given yourself.

You’d expected sex to hurt, or at the very least be uncomfortable. That was what you’d been warned about your whole life. Yet, as Elvis moved, the only thing you could think of was the feeling, his cock inside you, and the desperate need for more.

“You okay?” He murmured, kissing your forehead.

“Yes,” you hissed with pleasure as he rolled his hips again. “You feel so good.”

Elvis shifted so his weight was on one arm, allowing the other to roam every curve of your body, from your hip to your breast, brushing over your nipple. You’d never felt safer, or more loved, and the feeling had you clenching around him. Elvis groaned and repeated the action before lowering his head to swirl his tongue around your breast, shuddering as sinful sounds echoed from your lips.

“So soft,” Elvis breathed, squeezing your hip, running a hand down your thigh, starting to move faster. “My beautiful girl.”

“Elvis,” You squeezed your eyes shut as his hand found your clit again, applying pressure exactly as you’d shown him earlier.

He kissed your eyelids. “C’mon baby, show me those pretty eyes.”

You shook your head, tugging him down for a kiss and keeping him there, clinging desperately as his hips sped up, pulling a cry from deep in your throat.

Elvis was everywhere- hot lips on your neck, cool breath in your ear, arms on either side of your head, shielding you from the rest of the world. Everything that wasn’t him, you, now.

The orgasm hit out of nowhere. One moment you were focused on the pleasure of him pounding into you, the next you were crying out. Your nails dug into his back, legs tightening around his pelvis, trying to get him impossibly deeper.

The sensation pulled Elvis over the edge with you. His cock pulsed with his release as you both moaned out in raw pleasure before Elvis collapsed on top of you. You held him there, stroking his hair as you both came back down to earth.

“You’re trembling,” you murmured.

“I’ll be alright.” He placed a kiss to your collarbone. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shook your head. “Elvis, it was perfect.”

A slow smile spread over his face as he lay his head on your chest, humming appreciatively. “So does this mean if I asked you on a date, you’d say yes?”

You snorted. “I think this means if you asked me to marry you, I’d say yes.”

“How’s next week sound?”

Your heart fluttered. “Saturday at two?”

“I’ll have my momma call the church.” Elvis chuckled, rolling and pulling you on top of him. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You bit your lip as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. After years of being so close, it was rare to see something new from Elvis, but this was. The satisfied glaze in his eyes, the easygoing smile, hair mussed in all directions, the faint sweat that covered both your bodies.

He was gorgeous.

“What’re you looking at me like that for?” Elvis smiled wider.

“I’m thinking, I’m the only one who’s ever seen you like this.” You caressed his cheek and he leaned into the touch with a kiss to your wrist. “I like it.”

“You’re the only one who’ll ever see me like this, baby. That’s a promise.”

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deceitfuldevil · 2 years ago

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Year In Review

Matt Murdock X Reader

Summary: Happy New Year!!! Here is a crackfic of a handful of my favorite Matt Murdock fics I’ve written this year all rolled together into one flowing story for the new year. Some details changed, all stories linked.

Warnings: Literally everything. Fluff, smut, angst. 18+ MNDI!! Use of y/n, m! and f! receiving øral, p in v s3x, kissing, dirty talk, pet names, fighting, use of “I love you”, mentions of alcohol, mentions of anxiety, marriage, college! Matt references, etc.

Word Count: 10.7K. . . told you it was a crack fic

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“Merci beaucoup” You said with a smile to the lovely woman who handed you a glass of champagne from a tiny window. You turned back around to face Matt and clinked your glass to his, “á nous chérie” you said to Matt with a smile. “How many times are you going to rub it in that you took French in high school while I took Latin? Or do you just enjoy it when I can’t understand a word you’re saying?” Matt said as he slid his arm around your waist with a chuckle, leading you to the edge of the room you stood in. “I said ‘to us, darling’. It’s funny to think one year ago you, me, Foggy, and Karen, we’re getting shitfaced in the office for New Years and now we’re here. . .” you said with a warm smile, despite the cold breeze blowing across your face.

“To be fair, to me the only difference between this year and last is that I’m not drunk this year. You could tell me that we just walked up all those stairs to some random rooftop in New York and I’d be obligated to believe you.” Matt said with a playful tone, prompting you to roll your eyes. “Yeah sure, a random rooftop where everyone is speaking French that we took an 8 hour long flight to get to, and where a glass of champagne costs $27.” You said with a sarcastic tone.

“Well that last part actually could be a random rooftop in New York.” Matt joked, but you could only take your eyes off the view and admire him. “But we’re not in New York, are we? We’re a long, long way from home.” You said softly, knowing Matt would hear you. “And a long, long way from where we were one year ago. To think it all started at Columbia.” Matt said with a thoughtful tone, thinking back on your time together there. “Things between us nearly didn’t pick up again after Columbia, but I could never forget our first kiss.” you said with a vaguely taunting tone. “Oh I remember that too, as well as lots of ‘practice’ kisses after that.” Matt said, leaning in for a kiss.

That game of seven minutes in heaven went on longer than expected, or maybe that was the alcohol talking. Soon enough, it was your turn. You knew where you wanted the bottle to land, and you spun it not only with intent but with hope. So when the bottle slowed to a stop and landed on Matt, Foggy was more than quick to stand up and drag Matt to the nearest closet and whisper “you better not screw this up buddy.” Before shoving you inside with him. You didn’t even have more than a moment to sober up and take in what was actually happening before you were locked in that pitch black closet with Matt.

Of course it was a dorm room closet, so it was one of the smallest closets you’d ever seen. You’d both have to press your backs to either side of the space just to create an inch of distance between each other. But given the way Foggy threw you both inside and slammed the door behind you, locking you in there for the next seven minutes… you were closer than you’d ever been.

You were chest to chest, your hands had found purchase on Matt’s broad shoulders so you didn’t completely crash into him when Foggy shoved you. Your breathing was heavy and you couldn’t tell if it was the nerves of being so close to Matt or if it was the fact that you didn’t like small spaces.

Matt could sense the pure anxiety radiating off of you, and even though Foggy scolded him not to screw this up he wasn’t going to push you into anything you didn’t want to do.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. I’m here, you’re safe.” Matt said with a soothing tone, gently running his hands up and down your arms trying to calm your breathing. Soon you did start to relax, but Matt could hear that your heart rate didn’t slow down in the slightest. Excitement was still coursing through your veins.

“Matt?” You said softly, so quietly in fact you were surprised he heard you at all. He responded with a faint hum as one of his hands brushed over yours.

“What if I do want to do something?” You asked even more quietly, so afraid of the answer. Now Matt wasn’t sure if the loud thumping he heard banging in his ears was your heart or his.

“Anything?” Matt asked, his face inching closer to yours in the pitch black closet. You wouldn’t have known it if you didn’t feel his hot breath fanning over your lips. In a moment of unawareness, you nodded. Forgetting Matt wouldn’t be able to know if you did, even if he could see there was no way to tell in the dark. But somehow, he still knew.

The hand that has brushed over yours now gently grasped it, and his hand slipped gently under your chin as he brought your face closer to his slowly. So slowly as if to say ‘you can back away, if you want to.’ But you didn’t want to back away, instead when you felt he was close enough you pressed your lips to Matt’s.

It was a bit messy at first, considering you couldn’t see where you were kissing him. But he found a sweet rhythm with your lips surprisingly quick. He dropped your hand that he was holding and brought it up to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he pushed you up against the wall.

Foggy heard the rumble of you two tumbling around in the closet and made joking ‘oooh’s along with everyone else in the group. But those sounds were not heard even in Matt’s powerful ears, all of his senses were filled with you and the pretty sounds he was drawing out of you.

Your lips moved against his in sync, the hand Matt slipped under your chin to draw you closer now slipped down as his open hand rested on your throat. Matt basked in the feeling of your pulse dancing rapidly beneath his fingertips. Tentatively, he gave your neck an experimental squeeze. Your reaction was better than he could’ve hoped for as you moaned into his mouth, giving him full access to your now parted lips as he slipped his tongue inside and explored your mouth fully.

Your arms were wrapped tightly around Matt’s neck keeping him as close to you as possible, also to hold yourself up as you felt your knees get weaker the more he kissed you. Whatever amount of time you had left was clearly thrown out the window because before things could get any more heated Foggy was swinging open the closet door and snapping a Polaroid picture of you and Matt in the act.

“And this…” Foggy stated, taking the printed picture and giving it a few shakes. “Is the picture I’ll frame as your wedding gift.” He said with a snicker. You were blushing bright red as you tried to snatch the picture away from Foggy but to no avail. “Ah ah ah! You’ll get this back when I’m giving my best man speech.” Foggy said with a teasing tone.

You rolled your eyes as you felt Matt’s hand grab back onto yours. You turned to see him with a light pink blush tinting his cheeks and a bright smile… some puffy lips as well. Which you were sure you were sporting too. You just smiled back at him, despite what you assumed was blissful unawareness you pulled him along back to your places in the circle and let the game continue. Only this time your hand never left Matt’s.

“Mhmm, almost as good as our first.” You said with a cheeky smile as you pulled away from Matt. “Well you know what they say sweetheart, practice makes perfect.”

“Bad at kissing? You’re joking right?” Matt said somewhat incredulously.

“You’ve kissed me one time Murdock, and we were both drunk. Don’t laugh like it’s not possible.” You said with a slight huff, not happy that Matt couldn’t even rack his brain to believe you. Matt felt a shift in tension, seeing as this was the first time you mentioned the drunken kiss you shared in the closet of a dorm room.

“I could.” Matt said, out of context.

“You could what?” You asked.

“Kiss you.” Matt said, like it was the most simple and obvious answer in the world. But sensing your thumping heart and heat spreading to your cheeks he made a clarification.

“Or help you, well, both. You know?” Matt explained l, picking up some of your nervous energy.

“No, I don’t know. What are you getting at here?” You said suddenly feeling very aware of your hand still locked in Matt’s grasp. Come to think of it, you hadn’t held hands with him since the night you played seven minutes in heaven.

“You could practice kissing… with me. If you’re so worried that whatever asshole you were with last, that what he said was true… I could help.” He explained, heat now flooding to his own cheeks.

“Matt I— you’re my best friend and,”

“That’s exactly why it would work! We’re just friends, and friends help each other, right?” Matt said with a soft tone. Trying to ignore the painful feeling in his heart as he called you his friend.

“Yeah, I guess they do…” you trailed off, waiting for Matt’s response but he didn’t give one. He was probably still racking his mind for what to do now that he was in the unlikely event that you agreed to practice kissing with him.

“So when’s Foggy going to get back?” You asked shyly, subtly scooting closer to Matt on his twin sized dorm room bed.

“Uh, not till 8… he took a night class this semester.” Matt said, feeling excitement radiate off of you. Not the kind of excitement he expected though…

“Could we… practice now?” You asked innocently, leaving Matt to feel like that meme where he doesn’t know what to do now because he didn’t think he’d get this far.

“Sure yeah let me just…” Matt said, taking off his glasses and facing his unfocused eyes towards you. It was the first time you ever got a good look at his eyes.

“So you want me to just go or…?“

“Just kiss me, Matthew. Nothing is going to make this less awkward than it—“ your first few words acted as the only allowance Matt needed because he quickly slipped his hand under your chin and pulled you in for a kiss.

It was rushed, messy, out of order. But at some point your lips had parted, giving Matt access to your mouth if he so pleased. But everything was happening so fast and suddenly Matt couldn’t breathe, and he found himself pulling away.

He sat back, head twitched still replaying the moment you two just shared over and over again in his head. When he brought his fingers up to trace his lips and ground himself to this moment he realized you hadn’t said anything either, thumb running across his bottom lip he could sense that you were staying very still like you were having some kind of revelation.

It was in that moment, that you felt that you and Matt were meant to be. Nothing in the world felt more right than when his lips were on yours.

“Was that um, okay or—“ Matt broke the silence awkwardly, but you cut him off and said “just shut up for a second.” As you grabbed the collar of Matt’s black shirt that was always just a little too tight for him and pulled him in for another kiss.

This kiss was smoother, full of sure eagerness and newfound, assured and sober attraction. This time you both remembered to breathe through your nose and matched paces with one another almost immediately. This time when you parted your lips Matt reciprocated and darted his tongue over your lips, causing your heart to skip a beat, which he definitely heard.

Matt continued to explore your mouth as he eased you up into his bed completely, now you were under him propped up against Matt’s pillow, still passionately kissing him. Forgetting whatever he was raised on by all means Matt wanted to keep going but when he felt himself get a little too excited, he parted his lips from yours.

Neither of you spoke for a minute after that, you just laid very closely to Matt cuddled into his side catching your breaths.

“You know, I don’t know what that other guy was talking about but you are definitely not a bad kisser.” Matt said, eyes gleaming towards the ceiling as he held you close. His comment made laughter bubble up inside you giving Matt the joy of hearing one of his favorite sounds.

“I’ve gotta talk to Adam.” You said quietly, making a mental note to yourself. But you could quite literally feel Matt deflate beside you at your words. “Oh no no no not like that, I just have to tell him I can’t see him anymore.” You said reassuringly, taking one hand and running over Matt’s jaw.

“That good of a kiss huh?” Matt asked confidently.

“Well, we might need to practice a little bit more. . . after all, practice does make perfect.”

“I can’t believe we used to pass off our secret make out sessions as ‘practice’ for the future.” Matt said with a light laugh.

“Well god knows neither of us were brave enough to admit to the other that we wanted to be more than friends.” You shot back playfully.

“Hey, no need to bring the big guy into this.” Matt said defensively.

“You didn’t mind me bringing up the big guy the night we first got together…” you recalled with a mischievous grin.

Tension, that’s what your whole relationship with Matt felt like as of late. You told yourself he just wanted to help you since you helped him, but lately your own heart has wanted more.

Tonight those wants came through to you in a dream. Everything you wanted with him was literally pouring out of your subconscious whether you were ready to admit it to yourself or not. But your dream was far from clean, and you were not a quiet sleeper.

You rolled around as gentle groans escaped your lips, your skin was hot to the touch as your imagination ran wild with thoughts of what Matt could do to you. Your heart rate was picking up so fast it was like your body was out of breath trying to catch up to it.

“Y/n, y/n it’s me. Wake up.”

With a loud gasp you shot up, eyes adjusting to the dark room to find Matt at the side of his your bed. “Jesus Christ, Matt. You uh, you scared me.”

“Are you okay?” Matt asked, hands gently touching the tips of your fingers. Grounding himself to you, to this moment.

“Yeah yeah, I was just sleeping… sorry.” You tried to brush it off, half wondering if this was still a dream.

“No no, you weren’t just sleeping. Your heart is racing, your skin is hot, it’s all keeping me awake. What were you dreaming about?” Matt asked, his own hand gently starting to overlap yours.

“Really Matt it’s nothing I’m sorry, you should really go back to—“ you rambled, turning away from his empty eyes in the dark. But you stopped when one of his hands came to the side of your face.

“You were saying my name, you were moaning my name. What were you dreaming about y/n?” Matt pushed, you knew you were in too deep now. You stayed silent for a few more moments before giving into temptation.

“We were in this bed… together. You, you were touching me Matt.” The words falling from your mouth felt awkward, you still feared these feelings weren’t reciprocated.

“Touching you like I am now?” He asked as he continued to hold your face, fully taking in what you looked like.

“No you um… you were pleasuring me. Touching me in nice places.” You finished off, cringing at your own words.

“I see, go on.” Matt said, ushering you to continue rehashing the events of your dream

“I really don’t think that I need to say anything more.” You said, trying to excuse yourself from the situation and the growing heat between your legs.

“I said go on, I want to hear more.” Matt started, leaning closer to you as his fingers ran over your lips. “I want to hear more about what I was doing to you come from these pretty lips.” He finished.

“You had my hands pinned above my head and you were kissing all up and down my… my body.” You furthered on, hating knowing that your heart beat was probably giving away how enamored you were with him right now.

“Oh, you mean like this?” He asked, using his free hand that wasn’t analyzing your face to pin both your wrists together above your head as he started to lay gentle kisses down your face and along your neck.

“This has to still be a dream, I’m still dreaming.” You said to yourself, sitting in disbelief that this was really happening.

“Tell me darling, does this feel like it’s still a dream to you?” He asked, sealing the empty space between you and pressing his lips to yours. Truly setting off an eruption of fireworks in your heart.

The kiss was soft and slow but full of passion and eagerness, but he pulled away and laid his hand that was on your face on your chest right over your heart.

“Hey, hey. Breathe, it’s me, you’re really here. This isn’t a dream, you’re safe. Breathe for me baby.” He gently cooed, slightly letting up on the grip he had on your wrists.

His actions told you that your heartbeat must’ve risen so much it scared him, and his response nearly sent you into a full cardiac arrest.

“I’m here.” you said, still half of your head in the clouds from that kiss.

“You’re here.” Matt assured you, pressing a quick kiss to the underside of your jaw. “Now is this okay? Do you want me to stop?” He asked, trying to make you as comfortable as possible.

“No no, please don’t stop I… this is everything I’ve ever wanted.” You confessed, slipping one of your hands from his grip and bringing it to his face. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” You said to him.

That was clearly all Matt needed because he was now pulling you into another searing kiss that set your heart ablaze but this time he didn’t stop. Keeping with the heat and motion he only broke the kiss to take off his sleep shirt, he felt you freeze up as he was about to lean back down to kiss you.

“You know I may be blind but I can still tell when you’re gawking at me. I’m assuming you must like what you see?” He asked with a cocky tone.

“Oh shut up and kiss me Murdock.” You said teasingly pulling him in for another kiss. He released your wrist from his grip and basked in the feeling of your hands all over his body. He brought one hand back to your chest and gently started to massage your breast through the thin material of your shirt… but right as you arched into his touch he asked you something.

“Is this… my shirt?” He asked, popping a button on it as he continued to play with your supple breast.

“Figured, mhm, you wouldn’t notice if it was gone.” You said focusing as hard as you could on forming a coherent sentence. “Besides, ah I, liked that it smelled like you.” You elaborated, writhing under his masterful touch as he practically examined you like you were on trial for stealing his shirt. Soon he moved his attention to your other breast as he popped another button before replying:

“Guess I’ll have to let you steal my shirts more often then.” he said with a smile you could feel on your neck as he went back to making sure you were full of marks from him. Even if he couldn’t see it, everyone else would know that you were his.

The attention he was paying to your body was like no other, but even he was starting to get impatient before he knew it.

“Matt, oh Matt please.” You begged, feeling his large bulge poke at your thigh just waiting for its moment.

“Please what darling? What do you want?” He asked, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling you head back so your neck was exposed to him.

“Need… I need you inside of me.” You begged, shifting your body to rub against his growing tent. Earning a low groan from him.

“Please… I—“ you were silenced by the sound of your own underwear ripping clean off and tossed aside somewhere in Matt’s dark room.

“Hey!” You protested wanting to yell at him for destroying a piece of your clothing, but your efforts quickly fell mute when you felt Matt’s sweet lips sucking more marks into your thighs. He left wet kisses all over your thighs and so near to your entrance that you were nearly thrashing on the bed just for him to touch you where you needed it most.

All went dead silent and you almost worried that he changed his mind and stopped but when you felt his powerful tongue lick a bold stripe between your folds, it was all over for you. One could only hope his neighbors were dead asleep or hard of hearing because the wonders his mouth was working on you was incomprehensible.

His mouth sucked and pulsated between your legs, quickly darting his tongue in and out of your womanhood leaving you a moaning mess. When he moved to skillfully sucking on your clit and pumping two fingers in and out of you like no tomorrow, you were sure to be done for in minutes.

He started to curl his fingers and suck in your sensitive bud as he felt your whole body tense up as you tried to verbalize a warning for him.

“Matt! I’m— I’m, fuck!” You thought you were too late but he knew exactly what was coming; you. He continued to skillfully work his mouth and fingers in your heat as you cried out beginning to see stars. Coaxing you through and down from the powerful orgasm.

When you regained a sense of awareness you opened your eyes to see Matt kneeling over you, completely nude, licking the last of your juices off his fingers. You wanted to pay attention to the beautiful sight that was him taking in every bit of you he could. But there was a bigger sight down south of him that was throbbing and waiting for action.

“Who knew such a dirty girl could taste so sweet?” He asked, now hovering over you as he lined up with your entrance. “But can she go another round?” He asked, his tone softening up as he placed a hand under your chin and made you look at him. Silently asking for consent to continue.

“Yes, please Matt. I want you.” You expressed, laying your whole heart out on the table for him.

“And I think…” he started as his length started to push into you all at once in one fluid motion. “That I need you, for the rest of time.” He ended, pushing the last of himself inside you and nearly splitting you in half. Both of you letting out moans of relief and pleasure at the feeling of your walls fluttering and adjusting to him.

“Then you can have me,” you replied as he started to thrust “forever.” You said with a smile as your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head as his joy from your words transformed into a physical manifestation of lust as he pounded into you like it was all he ever knew.

He felt so perfect inside of you, you loved the way you could feel your walls stretching around him. The way one strong hand of his firmly held onto your hip as he slammed his thick cock into you over and over again and his other hand found it’s way around to your clit and rubbed fast circles on it so before you knew it, you were ready to let go all over again. But just like he could sense everything else, he could sense that you were once again on the brink of orgasm.

“Don’t come, not yet.” He said, his hand that was on your hip now finding its way to your throat as he cut off your oxygen in a delicious way.

“You can come when I say so, understand?”

“Yes sir.” You whimpered, your walls tightening around him coating him in your arousal. He let out a long and low groan, and you understood the effect you had on him. Desperate to pull that reaction from him again, you wrapped your legs around his abdomen as he continued to thrust into you and flexed your heat around his cock again.

You could feel his tip pulsate inside of you, you knew he was just about as close as you were. With one more flex of your muscles he was a moaning mess and was harshly rubbing on your clit as he instructed you to let go. That you did, milking him of every last drop from his orgasm as he collapsed on top of you, his heart pounding out of his chest.

After you both were able to catch your breaths, he pulled out of you. Leaving an empty feeling as your body started to adjust to him no longer being inside of you. He rolled over onto the side of the bed and you swiftly cuddled into his side.

At first he was a bit taken back, but as soon as you quietly spoke up and said: “thank you, for everything Matt.” The fear of losing you or anyone else, the thoughts of how he was going to defend his city next, all of it disappeared for the rest of the night because he was with you. Embracing you right back, he breathed in your sweet scent and fell asleep with you in his arms.

“Yeah, yeah but if I got worked up about that, who's to say we still would've gotten together?” Matt said, his cheeks flushed red at the thought of the memory.

“What, did you want to fit more relationship milestones into this year?” you said with an open mouthed smile.

“We didn’t have that many milestones, did we?” Matt inquired stupidly.

“Matt, we got together in January, married in August, and now in December we’re on an overseas trip together.” you smoothly explained to him.

“Hmm, well maybe it feels like longer because it’s always been you; whether we were together or not.” Matt charmed you, flashing his signature smile at you to get his way.

“Oh no no no, I know that smile, I have a long history with that smile.”

“You know I saw a tweet the other day I can’t stop thinking about.” Foggy said breaking the silence of the quiet office late at night.

“What was the tweet?” Karen asked, taking any opportunity to tear her eyes away from her work.

“It said ‘if you’re turned on by dirty talk your genitals are technically voice activated’.”

“Foggy, what the fuck.” You said with a chuckle, shaking your head at him as you returned to the last of your paperwork.

“Oh I’m sure you’re not one to talk Ms. L/n, I’ve seen the way Matt talks to girls before he met you. I bet your genitals are voice activated too.” Foggy said with a shit-eating grin on his face, that grin disappeared when Matt exited his office.

“Can we not talk about my girlfriends genitals please?” Matt asked with a light voice, but everyone knew his was dead serious and dropped the topic at hand.

Hearing Matt refer to you as his girlfriend even though you’d only been together for a month now still gave you butterflies, and the thought of dirty talk with Matt gave you butterflies as well.

Despite having had a lot of sex for only actually being together for a month, you hadn’t had the chance to suggest dirty talk to Matt yet.

Shortly after that conversation was dropped, everyone finished up their work and went home. Saying goodbye to Foggy and Karen at the exit of the building while you and Matt when your separate way to his apartment.

When you got back to Matt’s place and started to strip yourself of your work clothes, Matt came up behind you and started to massage your shoulders while kissing at your neck.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Matt asked quietly, confusing you a bit.

“Tell you what?” You asked in response, turning around to face him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“That your genitals are voice-activated.” Matt said with that signature smile he had that always made you weak in the knees flashed across his face and suddenly your jaw went slack and your hands retracted from around his neck to cover up your face in shame.

“How’d you know?” You mumbled through your hands as you backed away from Matt and flopped onto the bed.

“Oh ‘how did I know?’ really? I think your heart rate must’ve spiked to 130 when Foggy just mentioned dirty talk earlier tonight.” Matt said slyly, coming down onto the bed with you and hovering over you as he pressed kisses over the hands that covered your face.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You muffled even quieter.

“Hmmm, so I guess you don’t want to be called my little slut then.” Matt said with a wicked grin, pressing a soft open mouthed kiss to the underside of your jaw where your hands left a gap.

You couldn’t help the pathetic whimper that escaped your mouth at his words.

“That’s what I thought, now get on your knees baby.” Matt cooed, helping you lower yourself down to your knees.

You didn’t need to be told, you knew exactly what Matt wanted you to do. So you started to unbuckle his belt and palm his growing bulge. Matt groaned at your actions “such a dirty girl, knows exactly what to do without me needing to tell you.”

Heat flooded both your face and your core as you pushed Matt’s pants and boxers down to his ankles, laying soft kisses up his thighs and then giving his swollen tip a kitten lick. Hearing the little punctured breaths Matt let out made you eager to please.

You licked one broad long strip on the underside of Matt’s proud cock, swirling his tip in your mouth with your tongue before taking him whole. Going further and further until you were choking and felt him hitting the back of your throat. You continued to bob your head from there, using a free hand to pump what you couldn’t take in your mouth.

“Such a pretty whore, all f-for me.” Matt said with a slight shudder, trying to restrain himself from thrusting into your mouth. You knew Matt was close due to the way you could feel his balls cinching up getting ready for release. But Matt threaded his fingers through your hair and pulled you off of him.

“My sweet slut, you did so good.” Matt praised, pulling you up and throwing you into the bed as he pinned you into place with a passionate kiss, tasting a bit of himself on your tongue.

Matt was drawing out the kiss longer than expected, your hips started to lift themselves off the bed eagerly waiting for Matt.

“Does my baby want me to stuff her full of my cock? Fuck her so rough she can’t speak?” Matt said with a tone not matching his sinful words, but you nodded hastily, practically begging for his cock.

Without another word Matt pushed his throbbing member inside of you, leaving you a breathless mess of moans and whines.

“You’ll never get used to my size will you darling?” Matt asked cockily, but you could only nod in response. The way he was pulsating inside of you had left you speechless.

“Don’t tell me my sweet baby is fucked out already…” Matt trailed off, reaching one hand up and wrapping it around your neck. Basking in the feeling of your heartbeat dancing underneath his fingertips. “We’re just getting started.” He added sinisterly.

Now pounding in and out of you at a relentless pace, a tear falling from your eye as soon as Matt brought his hand that was on your hip to your clit to run fast circles.

“My fucking whore, my beautiful lovely fucking whore. Mine. My whore.” Matt said with a gruff tone, your back arching involuntary at his foul words, a wordless scream falling from your mouth as white started to take over your vision.

“Y-you’re mine.” Matt said with one final slam inside of you as you milked him for all he’s worth, his juices painting your insides as he drilled inside of you. Pumping in and out of you slowly a few more times a moment later, just to make sure you were completely stuffed full of his cum.

As Matt pulled out you looked at him with eyes full of adoration. “I definitely should’ve suggested that sooner.” You said with a laugh, snuggling into Matt’s side before falling asleep for the night.

“You did forget one milestone we also had this year.” Matt pointed out after you finished reminiscing.

“Yeah, which one?” you asked genuinely.

“When we first said I love you.” Matt said quickly, sensing your eyes widening at him.

“Like Foggy, sometimes I like to forget how I found out.”

You’d been up all night waiting for Matt, again. You were starting to not believe Foggy’s excuses for Matt that he was just staying late at the office working another case. Matt always stopped answering his phone after 11pm, and by 1am Foggy had insisted it was fine; that Matt was just a workaholic. By tonight you had enough of what you were sure were bullshit excuses, you didn’t want to think for even a second that Matt was cheating on you after work but you were running out of logical reasons as to why he never came home until 3 or 4 in the morning.

It was just past midnight and you just got off the phone with Foggy who insisted Matt was at the office working late again. Deciding you’d had enough, you threw on your jacket and made your way over to Nelson & Murdock yourself. Walking up the stairs you could feel your heart pounding in your throat, silently praying that Matt really was in his office even though you had a good feeling he wasn’t. Now standing outside the doorway you knocked gently, calling out for Matt. But no response. Lying to yourself you thought maybe Matt couldn’t hear you, and let yourself into the consistently unlocked office.

Walking around the deafening clack of your shoes over the hardwood floor of the tiny office echoed in your ears as you faintly called out for your boyfriend, or lack thereof. Peering around the space to find not a living soul. Sighing, even though it was after 11 you decided to try and call Matt, see if he has a new excuse for the night. The soft ring dulled out after the 5th or 6th time and right as you were about to hang up you heard a click on the other end and heavy breathing on the line.

“Hi baby.” Matt cooed breathlessly, only furthering your fears and suspicions that he was cheating on you. “Hi Matty.” you called back, faking a tired cutesy voice. “Where are you?” you asked softly. You could hear Matt sigh softly on the other end, you couldn’t even imagine what he was doing or who he was with. “Just working late at the office again sweetie, I‘m sorry.” Matt lied, clearly since you were standing in the middle of his empty office. You swore you could feel your heart skip a beat, nausea circulating in your stomach. “Mhmm okay, well I had a long day at work myself so just wanted to say goodnight before I turn in for the night. See you tomorrow?” you asked weakly, heart aching.

“Yeah yeah get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow… goodnight.” Matt said, voice void of emotion or care. The line clicked again before you could respond. Maybe you were angry and acting out irrationally but after getting off the phone with Matt you didn’t go back home and turn in for the night like you said you would, instead you went over to Matt’s place and waited. You decided you were going to wait until he came home no matter what godforsaken hour it was and no matter who with.

It was now barely 3:30 in the morning and your eyelids were starting to get heavy as you sat patiently on Matt’s couch. You could feel sleep slowing starting to roll over you until you heard a loud crash from the terrace entrance of Matt’s apartment. You jolted up and looked up to the top of the staircase, eyes adjusting to a figure in the darkness. Then you could tell who it was… it was daredevil. You gasped silently as you stood up and backed away from your place on the couch. The devil stopped halfway down the stairs and tilted his head to the side, turning his head to face your direction. “Y/n?” he called out, making you stop in your tracks.

When you didn’t answer after a minute the devil further down the stairs and started to walk towards you. “Y/n?” he called out again.

“How… how do you know my name?” you said shakily, but as soon as you spoke he recognized you completely. He took his mask off and revealed himself to you, Matt revealed himself to you.

“Matt?!” you shouted, somehow relaxing and losing all composure at the same time. Hell, you were relieved that some random vigilante didn’t break into your boyfriend’s home, but went off the deep end when you found out your boyfriend was said vigilante.

“Oh my god.” you said just under your breath, you wanted to be relieved Matt wasn’t going out every night seeing another woman but at the same time this revelation did not bring you much comfort. “Are you even blind?” you asked in an accusatory tone. Matt merely scoffed.

“God why is that what everyone always asks?! Yes y/n, I’m really blind it’s just… complicated.” Matt said, taking a frustrated tone with you.

“What everyone always asks?” you repeated back to him. “What do you mean ‘what everyone always asks’ Matthew?” Matt scoffed, shaking his head but lacking a reply. “Who else knows?” you pressed on, shameful silence. “Matt, who else knows that you’re daredevil? Or am I the only person you’ve been keeping this from?” you spat, tears welling up in your eyes.

“No god, it’s just… it’s just Foggy, only Foggy knows.” Matt said vexingly.

“Oh, so you told Foggy so that he could lie to me too when you’re out on the streets until 3am?!” you shouted.

“No! I didn’t want to tell Foggy either, he found out in the same way you have. I can’t tell anyone because the more people that know then more people are in danger!” Matt shouted right back at you.

“Oh what so you’re gonna stand here and tell me you kept this from me because you care about me? Because you want to keep me safe?”

“It’s not just you y/n, I have an obligation to protect this city.”

“Obligation my ass, Matthew. That’s what the police are for, hell that’s why you’re a lawyer!”

“You don’t understand, the police are corrupt and there’s only so much the law can do. Sometimes… you have to take matters into your own hands.”

“My god, you can be so dramatic sometimes. Do you even care that you’re putting yourself in danger every night?”

“It’s not about me, I need to do this.”

“What you need is some help, Matthew. And I’m not going to be the one to give it to you, I’m sorry.” you said solemnly, picking up your jacket from his couch. “I’m heading home, goodnight Matt.” you said walking towards him and pressing a chasté kiss to his cheek, then turning around and walking towards the door.

“Yeah let’s talk tomorrow… when we’ve both had some time to think.” You roll your eyes with a sigh at his words. What a great time for him to finally make a mature comment.

“I love you, y/n” Matt added on, your heart freezing up at his words. Or maybe that was your body, you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you lost all feeling in your limbs and turned back to look at Matt’s sightless gaze.

“No.” You said lowly.

“No?” He repeated back.

“No, you don’t get to tell me that for the first time ever now. Not tonight, not when we’re doing this.” You shouted out, hot tears now streaming down your face.

“I’ve loved you for a long time y/n, I’m sorry this is the first time I’m saying it.” Matt added on, only furthering your anger towards him.

“No you’re not fucking sorry, and you haven’t always fucking loved me! You just want to think you’ve loved me longer than I’ve been in love with you!” You screamed, sick to your stomach with all the emotions you were going through.

“So if you love me too then why are you screaming at me?!” Matt shouted back, matching your energy with a deep angry voice.

“Because this isn’t how I wanted this to happen!” You said, voice breaking.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He said, tone barely softening.

“Because I fell in love with you the day I met you back in college and I’ve dreamed about us and what it would be like when you first told me you loved me, and believe me it didn’t happen like this.” You said, fully breaking down now.

Matt now came to your side and cradled you as you fell to your knees. Soothing his hand over your back as he pulled you into his lap.

“I’ve loved you since I first laid eyes on you Matt, and I hate knowing that you probably haven’t felt the same until a few months ago.” You said quietly, crying into his broad shoulders.

“How do you know I haven’t loved you since I laid eyes on you too?” Matt asked, holding you tight.

“Because you’ve been blind since the day we met.” You joked, humor acting as a crutch for you.

Matt let out a small chuckle.

“And what if it was love at first scent?” Matt asked, your tears slowly stopped.

“Yeah, sure.” you said with a stiff laugh.

“No really, you were wearing that same perfume you still wear to this day. I remember standing on the second floor and your perfume hit me like a wave when you started walking up the stairs, it stood out amongst everyone else at that party. It stood out amongst every other girl buried in cheap designer perfume at that party.” Matt took a pause feeling you take your head out of the crook of his neck.

“I could hear you raving about the scent on your way up the stairs to your friend. You just bought it that afternoon, you asked Leila about three different times if you smelled alright. She insisted amongst all the sweaty bodies clustered together it didn’t matter if you smelled good or not.” There was a brief silence that followed, you searched Matt’s face for any sign that maybe he was making this all up or that he was just kidding. But he was stoic, un-telling.

“So what would you say if I claimed I actually fell for you first?” Matt asked, bringing one hand under the chin as he used his thumb to swipe away the last of your tears.

“I’d say that you’re full of shit Murdock.” You said with a giggle.

“Yeah well I think we both knew that.” He joked back.

“But I’d also say it sounds like we’ve both kept some pretty serious secrets from each other from each other for a long time. And I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you.”

Matt pulled you in for a sweet kiss, pulling away but keeping his forehead rested on yours.

“I love you, now ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?” You spoke quietly with a smile.

“It’s the best thing I ever heard darling, I love you too. No more secrets, okay?”

“No more secrets” you said in agreement, pulling Matt in for another kiss.

You took a deep breath, pushing yourself out of the memory. “You did make me a liar that night”

“Yeah, but it was for the better wasn’t it?” Matt said, his heart sounding as full as ever.

“True, I’m just glad Foggy didn’t mention that shared trauma we have now.” You spoke lightly.

“I almost wish he did, that speech was mortifying.” Matt mentally grimaced.

“Hey mister, you’ve never even seen the polaroid!”

With a loud clink of his glass, Foggy stood up and said “Okay everyone, now it’s time for what you’ve all actually been waiting for- my speech! Best men always give the best speeches, and I promise you I won’t be drunk for this one.” Foggy joked, making everyone in the room laugh and then provide him with their attention.

“Now I’m about to tell you all a story, this dates back to Y/n, Matt, and I’s last year in Colombia. A story I’m not even sure they remember, but maybe this will jog their memory…” Foggy spoke gleefully, taking an item out from the bag next to him. You gasped, never thinking you’d see it again. The rest of your guests gasped and laughed as well as Foggy raised a framed polaroid, showing it off to everyone. “He doesn’t still have…” Matt trailed off asking you to confirm his suspicions. “Oh, he does. And he’s showing it to everyone.” you said dreadfully, hiding your face in Matt’s chest.

“This is a polaroid kids, how we used to take pictures back in the day! Nah, I just liked the vintage feel it had. But still, this is a picture of the first time Matt and y/n had ever gotten together. I had successfully convinced Matt to take a night off and join y/n and I at a friend’s dorm of mine, and got everyone just a little tipsy before suggesting we play seven minutes in heaven. Childish game, I know. But hey, it worked didn’t it?” The guests laughed wildly as Foggy smiled brightly.

“I’ve never moved faster than when I shoved Matt and Y/n in that tiny dorm closet as soon as the bottle landed on him. I remember whispering in his ear “Don’t fuck this up!” or something along the lines of that.” Foggy said with a laugh, thinking back fondly on the memory as the guests laughed loudly. “Clearly, my advice worked because five minutes later we all heard rumbling coming from the closet, and I was surprised when I opened the door two minutes later they both still had all their clothes on! Can’t say the same for that night though. Regardless, I had the bright idea to make good use of my vintage camera and snapped a picture right as I opened the door and captured this beauty.” Foggy said, showing off the picture one more time for good measure.

“Which I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Murdock as my wedding gift to you. May your marriage be filled with love, joy, trust, and happiness. Also less office sex so Karen and I stopped getting scarred for fucks sake!” Foggy shouted, making you turn bright red and Matt flash a cocky smile. “No promises buddy!” Matt chimed back, giving your thigh a suggestive squeeze as he kissed you sweetly, causing your guests to erupt in a final bout of laughter and awws.

“We weren’t very good on that ‘less office sex request, were we?” You said quietly.

As of late, Matt had been a little too involved with his nightly daredevil activities and not involved enough with work; and barely involved with you at all. This frustrated you, hell it frustrated Foggy and Karen too because Matt had promised them he could balance his work life with his vigilante duties. Now he was leaving straight for the streets straight after work, and only coming home maybe an hour before you woke up to change into a new suit. Foggy noticed new bruises every day, Karen inconspicuously wiped blood off the back of his head when he was speaking to clients.

It was the worst for you. In order to maintain some level of professionalism you acted only as what you were hired for, an office assistant. Even if you had been seeing Matt for months now and were even living with him, you both agreed it wouldn’t be appropriate to show your relationship in front of clients. So you were proper and polite during the day, fulfilling your job expectations for Karen, Matt, and Foggy. You always eagerly awaited the evenings when the work day was through and you could come home to Matt and be your loving self with him. But you weren’t getting those nights anyone, all you got was sleepless nights and dissatisfying orgasms from trying to please yourself half as good as Matt did.

You decided if Matt wasn’t going to change his ways and see how his actions were affecting others, you’d show him. Oh no no no, you’d tease him, give him a reason to come home.

You decided to show up to work commando, knowing Matt would be the only one to notice. A short pencil skirt and silk blouse, something he would enjoy running his fingers over. You were teasing him, trailing around him all day. When Foggy and Karen said they were going out to lunch and offered for Matt to join them he was about to say yes when you came in front of him and palmed him through his slacks and whispered “stay here.”

Matt took a deep gulp and shakily announced that he would be staying back. Foggy and Karen bid their goodbyes and went on their way. As soon as you heard the door click shut you backed Matt into his office chair and propped yourself up on his desk. Spreading your legs wide you took Matt’s hand in yours and guided it to your uncovered heat. He let out a silent moan feeling your slick wetness that was starting to pool on his desk.

“You know how much I admire you, Matty?” You asked, your free hand coming to his chin and staring into his red lenses. Matt just nodded subtly as you helped him dip two fingers into your entrance.

“I admire your everlasting search for the good in people, and the undying fight against everyone who’s done nothing but bad. You’re so good Matty.” You praised with an affectionate voice. Matt’s hands started to move on their accord as he pumped his rough fingers in and out of you.

“What I don’t admire is when you leave me sitting all alone at night, waiting for you to come home.” You said, causing Matt’s fingers to come to a halt.

“I get lonely, Matthew. I also worry, I miss you late at night. You know, I’m surprised you don’t hear my moans when I’m desperately trying to use my own fingers to fuck myself half as good as you do.” You confessed, a considerable tent growing in Matt’s boxers.

“Y/n I—”

“Ah ah” you stopped Matt’s attempts to apologize for his absence.

“You will make up for all this tonight…” you started, taking Matt’s wrist and pulling his soaked fingers out of your cunt. You tried to not whine at the loss of contact, bringing his fingers to your lips and licking yourself off of them. “Understood?” You said, closing your legs and hopping off Matt’s desk. But he grabbed your wrist without looking at you and said. “You know I don’t like negotiations, sweetheart.” Matt said with a warning tone.

“You negotiate for a living Matty, don’t lie to me. I have no sympathy for the devil.” You said, pressing a chasté kiss to his lips and making your way to the door of his office. “I’ll see you tonight, Matthew.”

Matt pursed his lips for a moment, probably thinking back to an entirely different incident of office sex. “Foggy doesn’t have to know that.”

“No, but I’m sure he’ll get to hear all about my embarrassing amount of anxiety I had on the flight here that you just think is one of the cutest things about me.” you deadpanned, not even wanting to remember how high your heartbeat went.

You were over the moon that you had been able to convince your boyfriend, Matthew-workaholic-Murdock, to take a vacation with you; truly. But you may have not completely thought it through. It’s not that you weren’t grateful, hell it took months of dating just to convince him to take a night off from his daredevil activities. It’s just that you wanted to go somewhere special to ring in the new year, and you couldn’t exactly drive to Paris. Much to your dismay, you had to fly.

When sitting on the couch of your now shared studio apartment, you bought your plane tickets with Matt by your side. He was practically still drowning in your dread that filled the air.

“Okay, we’ve bought the plane tickets now. Why are you still tense?” Matt asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You took a deep sigh, and admitted a buried fear of yours. “I… I don’t like flying.” you said smally, vaguely ashamed of yourself.

“You don’t like flying? How’d I never find this out after years of knowing you? And didn’t you used to go on trips all the time when you were younger?” Matt questioned, somewhat amused at your distaste for aviation.

“Hey, we haven’t even been in an actual relationship together for a year yet. Also yes, I did travel a lot when I was younger. I used to be a lot worse about flying, I’ve gotten better. It still just makes me… anxious.” you confessed, nesteling into Matt’s side.

“Honey I promise you everything is going to be just fine. We’ll sit next to each other the whole time and I’ll be there for you no matter what, alright?” Matt said reassuringly. Running his hand up and down your arm soothingly. You breathed a sigh of contentment, relaxing under his touch.

- two weeks later -

The day of your trip finally came, and you were in line to board the plane. Surprisingly there was more excitement coursing through your veins than nervousness at the moment, but as soon as you found your seats and the plane started to depart from the gate that excitement fizzled out. But Matt was there for you.

A soft hand on your knee, brushing his thumb up and down the inside of your thigh. Then as you started to take off, the worst part for you, he’d held onto your hand and you tightly squeezed his back. Your free hand twitched sporadically as you tried to focus on leveling out your breathing, thankful Matt wasn’t in your ear shoving down words of encouragement like most people would think is helpful. He stayed silent, letting his physical presence do all the comforting. As soon as you’d reached a cruising altitude he’d lean over and give you a quick peck on the cheek, assuring you that everything was alright.

You tended to listen to music when you flew, it was a good distraction. So you didn’t even notice (mostly because you were trying to not pay any attention to your own anxieties) that your heart rate was still consistently high despite the fact you’ve just been sitting for the past 20 minutes since take-off. But Matt noticed, he always does.

Matt smoothly moved up the arm rest in between the two of you and extended his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his rather calm embrace. “We’re safe darling, it’s okay.” He said reassuringly, causing you to face him with a perplexed facial expression.

“I know Matty.” You said, thinking maybe he was the one getting nervous now. Matt looked to his left to see the stranger in the aisle seat already knocked out and then back to you as he whispered “your heartbeat is still very fast sweetheart, I can tell you’re still anxious.” He said in a low whisper.

Not wanting to believe your own body still wasn’t over your fear of flying you held two fingers to your pulse point and counted. Matt kept his arm around you as you realized sure enough your heart was ready to beat its way out of your chest. “So it appears I am…” you said sheepishly, further snuggling into your boyfriend’s embrace.

“Why don’t you listen to my heartbeat? Maybe hearing something calm will help.” Matt offered, soothing one of his hands over the back of your head as he ran his fingers through your hair. You nodded in agreement and placed your ear to his chest, sure enough the steady and calm heartbeat thumping along in Matt’s chest was more than enough to soothe your anxieties. Unintentionally, you fell asleep in minutes.

It wasn’t until 7 hours later when Matt was gently nudging you and rubbing the side of your arm that you woke up again. You looked around to see an empty plane and a few swooning airline attendants.

“Hate to burst your bubble but we’ve got to get off the plane now honey.” Matt said with a sweet and soft tone, one of the stewardesses nearly going weak at the knees over the tooth-rottenly cute display of love you two were showing.

“Oh, shit.” You said groggily, quickly grabbing your carry-on and departing from the plane. Matt was right behind you with a huge smile on his face. When you turned to face him at baggage claim to see that smirk still plastered you rolled your eyes at him.

“Something tells me you enjoyed that little nap I took more than me.” You said teasingly, poking at his chest in an accusatorial way.

“And would it be a crime if I did, counselor?” He mocked back, looking cheeky as ever.

“Maybe, but I’ve got a few punishments in mind if you’re willing to serve the time.” You said slyly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Oh sweetheart, that’s what the hotel is for.” He pointed out, leaning down and connecting your lips to his in a loving kiss.

“Think you’ll take another nap on the flight home?” Matt asked inquisitively

“Say the word ‘flight’ again and you’ll ruin the rest of the year for me.” You said ever-so-seriously, but Matt could only laugh.

“You mean the year that’s about to end in two minutes?” Matt asked with a smile, but your smile dropped.

“Midnight is in less than two minutes? Why didn’t you tell me? I need to finish my champagne!” You said hurriedly as you started to drink your flute rather quickly.

“Well it’s not really gonna be new years for another six hours.” Matt said simply, but you gave him a confused look as you lowered the now empty glass from your face. “What?” You said talking through a hiccup that came from drinking so quickly.

“You know, ‘cause we’re on New York time.” Matt said with a smile.

“Well I hate to break the news to you but we’re not in New York, we’re on the top of the goddamn eiffel tower!” you said with increasing volume towards the end of your sentence, prompting a few heads to turn your way. But you just giggled and looked up at Matt as you set your flute aside.

“January 1st me would’ve never believed where December 31st me ended up, but I couldn't be happier with where I am now and how far we’ve come.” You said sweetly to Matt, wrapping your arms around his neck as the people around you started counting down the seconds to midnight.

“This was the best year, I can’t wait to see what the rest of our years together hold. Happy New Year, Y/n.” Matt said sweetly, leaning in for a kiss as everyone shouted out “3. . . 2. . . 1. . . Happy new year!”

“Happy new year Matty.” You said, heart as full and content as can possibly be as you pressed your lips to Matts. Officially ringing the new year, together.

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A/N

I’m a little stoned as I write this so bare with me. Here I sit in my bed at 3AM on December 31st, thinking back on what an amazing year this has been for me on tumblr and with my writing. I remember having around 250 followers at the start of January, and even posting on January 5th and I quote “I am surely developing a thing for Matt Murdock, will I end up writing fics about him? Guess we’ll all just have to wait and see.” which became one of the most ironic things I said this year because I wrote 28 fics and blurbs about Matt Murdock alone this year, 12 of those smutty. Now I am nearly at 1,000 followers, a milestone I am sure I’ll hit in 2023 and celebrate greatly.

Tumblr has not always been my friend this year, flagging my account as expłicit more times than I can count, prompting me to keep a screenshot of tumblr’s guidelines that clearly stated erot!ca was allowed in my favorites for an easy reference every time I had to send in an appeal. But it’s the first place I’ve felt proud of what I write and more importantly, seen it openly admired and loved by others as well. I wouldn’t be here without all the amazing people that read my stories, so thank you.

I wrote this fun little crackfic to showcase a smidge of what I’ve written this year alone rolled together in one story with links and references like a taylor swift music video. I’ve slowed down with writing since October, but I recently got a new job with my dream cosmetics company and also retail during the holidays is hell. I hope to get back on top of my writing in January and continue to provide consistent and amazing content to you all.

Thank you all so much for every read, like, comment, repub, and ask. Thank you for reading the deepest parts of my mind. Thank you for reading.

Happy New Year.

Much Love,

—Skyler

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ywpd-translations · 2 years ago

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Ride 728: Kaburagi's buddy!!

Pag 1/2

The tickets for the Inter High are only six!! Those fateful regular jerseys.... snatch them with your hands!!

Pag 3

1: Third lap!!

3: And it's just us!!

4: I started the third lap of the Sohoku training camp being at the top, by far the best among the first years!!

5: Me!! I, Murakami Toyoka, will never again show mercy to anyone!!

Pag 4

1: He's not coming....

2: Tch, again? Kaburagi-san

3: That day, Danchiku said “I'll come”....

5: I'll come to the training camp!!

I'll stand on the start line and we'll run together!! That's my intention!!

6: He said that, and yet....

Pag 5

1: I wanted to go to the Inter High together...

Dammit!!

2: It's alright!! It's alright, Kaburagi-san!!

Uhm, I'm sure.... it's just a delay and they're late!!

If thie guy's spirit breaks now I'm in trouble!! I have to stir him up again and make him run forward

3: If he doesn't pull me, I'm in trouble!!

He'll come soon!!

4: Earlier, at the start line, when we crossed the goal, I saw Touji-san's van

5: Huh!?

7: The fact that they're here and he still doesn't come on the course....

Danchiku's bad condition is...

Pag 6

1: It's not like this, is it!?

Pag 7

1: Do you see the course, Danchiku?

You see? They're struggling

…. yes

It's like I told you earlier in the car

2: You can't ride that bike anymore

3: You should stop

5: …. yes

7: Instead of that

Pag 8

1: Ride this!!

Pag 9

1: It took me a while to prepare this before leaving

It's the same manifacturer as the one you rode, but it's an old model

The components are old, and the wheels are an intermediate level, too

2: And the sadlle is cracked too

4: But it serves its purpose well

5: If you want to ride in this training camp with the bike you've always used, you probably

6: Wouldn't be able to run!!

7: …. huh

You're saying that.... the cause for my bad condition.... is my “bike”!?

Pag 10

1; You could say that, but not really

2: Two weeks ago, Onoda came to me

3: to get some advice regarding your situation

Ah... uhm, uh- that's what I wanted to talk about

4: I talked with Imaizumikun and Naruko-kun too, but I still.... uhm... I can't decide

5: Should I let Danchiku-kun run in the training camp? Or should I stop him? I can't decide

7: He himself said he wants to run

8: He still has next year

Pag 11

1: I also think he shouldn't push himself too hard

3: You really look like a captain now, Onoda....

Yeah

4: Miki told me about this too

5: There must be praparations to do, you focus on that

I'll take care of Danchiku

6: I'll reach out to him every day

I'll talk to him, wait and see, and then make a decision

7: Thank you, you must be busy, but thank you so much!

8: He worked very hard on Minegayama

And then

9: When I heard he was having troubles with his bike, I started worrying too

Pag 12

2: I looked after you, your attitude

4: And I found the answer!!

6: It's “moving forward”

Run in the training camp, Danchiku!!

Pag 13

1: …. ah, but I've been feeling like there's something wrong with my joints since after the Minegayama race.... I went to the hospital many times and still, even now...

2: There, it was just a coincidence that it happened right after the Minegayama race...

3: That's why it confused you

4: Confused!?

5: “You have no self-confidence”, that's the main cause of your bad condition

…..“Confidence”!?

6: Stand up and look closely around you

7: And then look at yourself!!

8: If you think about it, it's easy

Even going to the hospital, you wouldn't know

You're....

Pag 14

1: Growing

You've gotten much bigger

Pag 15

1: It's your height!!

2: Huh!?

3: Second year of high school is a growing period and you're becoming much bigger!!

Pag 16

1: Huh, but....

My height!?

2: During growth period, there'll be big growing spurts that makes you feel bad

You tried to hide your bad condition, and you blamed the victory on Minegayama

3: You were so worried you couldn't even see yourself, weren't you?

4: Yes!!

5: Pains and creaking joints are all “growing pains”

The fact that you didn't have time to adapt is your bike's fault

6: You know this too – just like shoes have a size, road bikes also have specific sizes

7: If your body doesn't match the bike's size, you won't have power nor speed

8: That why it's the “bike”!!

9: I prepared it yesterday

The frame is old, but

Pag 17

1: It's just the right size for your body now!!

Pag 18

1: What....

“Just the right size”.....!!

2: What is this

3: It adapts to my body....

It's connected to my body

4: It feels like I can move forward as I want!!

Pag 19

1: This feels so good!

I'm riding a bike and it feels just like back then!!

2: Believe in yourself

Get on the course and run with all your strength

3: It's alright

As much as you've suffered this past half a year

4: Now grow as much as you want!!

Yes!!

Pag 20

2: Sixth..... lap!!

3: Danchiku...

4: Dammit!! Our pace has been going down since earlier!!

What the hell is this guy doing!!

5: Looking at the times on the board, Kinaka and Rokudai are ressing on with all their strengths

This is bad!!

6: Dammit!! Who cares about Danchiku!!

7: At this point we won't go the Inter High this year....

It's impossible, huh....

8: The pace....

9: ….chiku....

Pag 21

1: He's not coming, Danchiku-san is not coming!!

Until when are you gonna whining like this!!

Come one, give up on that delusion and run with me please!!

3: Ah- no no no

Sorry, I didn't mean, uhm....

Dammit, I said what I really think

4: Kaburagi-san looks so dumbfounded!!

Pag 22

1: I.... I said too much, I'm sorry

Can you forgive me? Neh? Senpai

5: Ah- the buddy sticker!? Kaburagi-san!?

6: Pick it up later, Murakami

You threw it away!?

8: The way he's ducking his head, that acceleration, and that dancing

I've seen them so many times....

I can recognize him right away even from a distance....!!

Pag 23

1: You promised me, didn't you?

And now you're crying!?

2: I told you, didn't I?

3: Who....?

It's no use, it has to be you

4: W.... ah

5: Danchiku

Pag 24

1: We're the legends of team SS!!

I made you wait so long!! Issa!!

Pag 25

3: No one but me can be your buddy!!

Hahaha that's right, Danchiku!!

Pag 26

2: A while ago, also Onoda came on the course

3: And Danchiku joines us, too

From now on

4: We're finally starting for real!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowapeda #yowamushi pedal manga #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #yowamushi pedal translations #ride 728 #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#such a good good satisfying chapter!!!#i am SO glad that danchiku is actually okay ;A;#even though its ridiculous to me that he didnt notice he literally became a giant asdsgfdhgfjh #look at how freaking tall he is now!! he's grown so so much!!! A Giant!!!!! i love him hes so dumb #but ofc he has to be dumb to be issa's friend #also that literally no one else noticed???? how???? sohoku is a team of dumb people okay #i mean we been know but still they confirm themseves as being even more dumb than we thought! amazing #on another note........#now im not so rue anymore about who'll go to the IH #until last chap i thought danchiku wouldnt go #but now......WHATS GOING TO HAPPEEEEEEN #also now im guessing itll be a battle between Kabu&Danchiku and Kinaka&Roku #and tbh it should be obviously kabu and danchiku who win right?#i mean theyre obviously stronger #so????#I AM CONFUSED I HAVE NO IDEA WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN #this is so exciting but also so stressing oh my god

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seashellronan · 5 months ago

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The button says "talk to me about anything" so random question: how did/do religious tensions impact your life? Is the catholic v protestant thing still evident in Ireland?

I find it fascinating, as I'm Australian and protestant but have ended up going to catholic primary school, high school, and university. Not deliberately, they just happened to be good schools in my vicinity.

tbh religious tensions don’t really effect me which i’m very lucky to say but i’m from the mayo in the west which is mostly catholic and i know tensions still exist in the north. I also wasn’t raised very religious my mam and brother both go to mass regularly although my mam says she has her own religion and i think she enjoys the meditative action of sitting in the church and focusing on the things she cares about and for my brother he sings in the choir and enjoys the community and neither of them support any of the backwards ideas although most of the people i know who are actively catholic don’t (again that’s just my experience) and i was never forced to go to mass it was always given as a choice even when i was very young. Again i know many have a different experience like my boyfriend was an alter server and his mam actually cried when he told her as a teenager that he didn’t want to go to mass anymore but my dad had lost all faith in the catholic church a long time ago with everything they’ve done in ireland so he never went to mass so i didn’t have to either. But also my brother is much older than me and was raised with my nanny who i know really encouraged him to be involved in the church and even wanted him to be a priest so even in my family there’s different perspectives.

I aslo went to a gaelscoil(all irish language school) for primary school which are actually required to be educate together schools and are supposed to be secular. We still did some religion classes but it was rarely and we also made our communions etc but we also had some non catholics my best friend at the time was a jehovah’s witness and a boy in my class was raised atheist. As for secondary school i went to a convent of mercy however it was a small town so we still had plenty of non catholic kids and even a muslim girl in my later years there as there was little choice for schools so they had to be open.

I live in Dublin now which is really multicultural and has so many different people from different areas at this point the catholic protestant thing for a lot of people here exists as a joke or a story (obviously there are still areas with huge religious tensions) and i admit if i meet someone and they’re protestant i still find it strange but i actually sang at a protestant wedding last year. So for me it’s a very neutral thing but i do know some people who are really effected by it and religious tension definitely still exists in ireland and it is still very much something that is in the public consciousness still and that most if not all irish people are aware of

#sorry i tried to be concise

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th3-0bjectivist · 2 years ago

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The Salvation Day Interviews (1 of 2) with musician Anthony Tadlock

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Dear listener, as a special treat and for the edification of music lovers all over Tumblr this is part 1 of 2 of my Salvation Day Interviews with Anthony Tadlock, A.K.A. t-underneaththeradardancing on Tumblr. Mr Tadlock, I recently spent several hours listening to Salvation Day. Thanks for agreeing to answer some questions about your band’s music.

When I dive headlong into music that I’m not too familiar with there’s always this sense of discomfort, but when I started with Mercy from your EP, The Backdoor Sessions, I felt distinctly like I was sitting in a new bar and listening to an exceedingly talented local band perform live. I know we’ve discussed this one-on-one before, but for the peeps on Tumblr, what was the actual genesis of SD, and how did you and Ms Vita Rhie Quintanilla meet? What was the spark that brought you two together to record in the first place?

to set the stage - so to speak - i had been performing with and jamming and hanging with a young musician - very loose no muss fuss - 3 weeks before meeting vita i had a mild heart attack - mild but the hospital experience was literally a nightmare and nearly killed me - a couple weeks after getting out i was invited over to play/ jam/hang out - wuz expecting at most a couple other ppl to b there - btw to digress - t is very much an introvert - to digress further - t is a stage name but the only name ppl in the music aspect of my life know me by or call me - anywaves - i had just set up my guitar and amp when i could feel a presence coming down the stairs - a young woman - at 1st i guessed 25- ish which would make her the 2nd oldest in the room - she looked at a painting of crows and i said something to her about my love of corvids - i was improvising on guitar - some blues - i think a bass player was playing along and maybe another guitar - she started singing improvising lyrics and we started riffing off each other - her voice blew me away - then she started playing her original songs - omfg ! - anyway - i hoped that we would play together again

a couple weeks later she walked into Madrone Art Bar where i frequently played open mics -she was with my friend - both joined me on stage and we did what i call "deep space nine " which is what i called any unplanned unrehearsed collaboration onstage - i of course could not remember her name - she handed me a business card lol - she told me she had a weekly gig at a cafe i had performed at and would i like to join her - by this time i knew she was diagnosed w schizoaffective disorder - that she was 17 still in high school and a witch - we started performing together playing her gigs - open mics - on the street ...there is of course more to the story which may be covered as we go on

I went through every song on Salvation Day’s YouTube page, the instrumentals and the voice go very well together, and I must admit, there is great synergy on display. You two had me mesmerized a few times, particularly with tunes like Para Ti and Reincarnation. Tell me, do the instrumentals come first, or do the lyrics/vocals come first, or somehow both at the same time? What goes into the process before you record?

virtually all of salvation day songs are mostly vita - the lyrics in particular - some have come out of improvising at gigs - or as vita would say - we are just gonna pull something out of our ass now - some she has already "arranged " before i hear them others she asks me to figure out some chords and key - it should be noted that after graduating high school she moved to davis ca about 100 long miles away with no good way of getting there and back on public transit - required bus ride - a subway ride and finally a train and took 3 hours - neither of us drive though she recently learned - t cant see for shit so - and there was lots of drama in the summer preceding - however we rarely felt the need to rehearse - at early gigs i would ask whats the 1st chord and what key - sometimes the answer was - idk - jimi hendrix chords lol - sometimes they were jazz chords i didnt know - i still play a lot of chords im not quite sure the name of and double stops that suggest a chord - on a good night i play by ear and improvise mostly - when we decided we were gonna make an album - we formalized the arrangements and figured out keys etc ...

sometimes - like last week when we got together after not playing together in a couple months - tho exchanging some snippets thru email text etc - vita thought of some lyrics on the spot - i started playing some chords - we fucked around w it a bit - made a rough recording on fones and will see if something comes of it - Reincarnation was written just before we met - vita says the songs morphed and become different thru my influence - Para Ti she had come up with a couple months after we started playing together - we were at the friends house - and he had become totally indisposed - we were supposed to start the recording process that day - we waited around to see if he would improve and she started playing it - i came up w the lead guitar lines - btw to digress to q 1 - vita was often in and out of hallucinations and delusions at the time - she has no memory of the 1st time we met and hazy about the beginning period - one last example Mercy - written entirely by vita - tho my guitar was central - she sent me an audio file - it has chords i dont know - i just followed her voice and elaborated - tbh i still dont know what key it is in lol - like jack sparrow eluding capture we just make it up as we go

Do you have any advice for aspiring musicians out there based on your experiences with SD so far? Have you had any creative blocks or serious problems when generating new music? If so, how do you get through them, and what do you think the most important thing is for a musician to do when they feel discouraged or dejected by their own bad experiences with music making?

whew - thats a tough one - i have been playing guitar for almost 60 years - been in a number of bands and playing situations - have been discouraged countless times - most recent was the whole experience of recording a studio album with a producer - it was hugely stressful for myriad reasons and ego deflating and not in a good way - we coped w that by recording the Backdoor Sessions ep - the bulk of was recorded in a couple hours in vita's tiny dorm room using garageband - it was done without rehearsal - and we played 2 gigs in january that we were happy with also w no rehearsal - we also released vita's book The Schizophrenic Dialogues - all while covid was rearing its ugly head - no gigs to promote anything - no spoken word opportunities - vita was in terror of infecting me - between age COPD and heart i was a likely candidate to die - so we saw each other rarely

i had invested a huge amount of $ in the studio album - to cope vita started a collective based on Sacred Arts Productions - a jewelry biz and an art biz - i worked w our web designer / friend / collaborator maggie umber to get our web site up - and started recording daily snippets for instagram and spammed the fuck out of tumblr - vita and i met mostly outdoors - playing mostly acoustic where the chances of infecting me were minimized (she got covid twice during this period ) so i guess my advice is 1) forget the ego and bullshit that goes w doing - anything - but particularly the creative 2) forget about "success" and numbers - sales/listens/hearts...3) just keep on keepin on - that said it aint easy sometimes - i been playing as i said almost 60 years - theres still so much i dont know - i try to learn new things and ways almost daily - just showing up is sometimes a victory

Listen to Salvation Day on Youtube. Back at the end of the next week with part 2 of my Q&A with Mr Tadlock. If you liked this post, please spread the word about SD and consider reblogging this set of interviews. And if you haven’t done it yet, scroll to the top of this post and smash play!

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Encouragement to Prayer

by Charles Spurgeon

A bit of encouragement for all those who exercise the hallowed art of prayer.

“I will shew thee great and mighty things which thou knowest not?”

Let us just remark that this was originally spoken to a prophet in prison and therefore it applies in the first place to every teacher. And indeed, as every teacher must be a learner, it has a bearing upon every learner in divine truth. The best way by which a prophet and teacher and learner can know the reserved truths, the higher and more mysterious truths of God, is by waiting upon God in prayer. I noticed very specially yesterday in reading the Book of the Prophet Daniel, how Daniel found out Nebuchadnezzar’s dream. The soothsayers, the magicians, the astrologers of the Chaldees, brought out their curious books and their strange looking instruments, and began to mutter their abracadabra and all sorts of mysterious incantations, but they all failed What did Daniel do? He set himself to prayer and knowing that the prayer of a united body of men has more prevalence than the prayer of one, we find that Daniel called together his brethren and bade them unite with him in earnest prayer that God would be pleased of His infinite mercy to open up the vision. “Then Daniel went to his house and made the thing known to Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah, his companions, that they would desire mercies of the God of heaven concerning this secret, that Daniel and his fellows should not perish with the rest of the wise men of Babylon.” And in the case of John, who was the Daniel of the New Testament, you remember he saw a book in the right hand of Him that sat on the throne—a book sealed with seven seals which none was found worthy to open or to look thereon. What did John do? The book was by-and-by opened by the Lion of the Tribe of Judah, who had prevailed to open the book, but it is written first, before the book was opened, “I wept much.” Yes, and the tears of John which were his liquid prayers, were, as far as he was concerned, the sacred keys by which the folded book was opened.

Brethren in the ministry, you who are teachers in the Sabbath school and all of you who are learners in the college of Christ Jesus, I pray you remember that prayer is your best means of study. Like Daniel, you shall understand the dream and the interpretation thereof, when you have sought unto God, and like John, you shall see the seven seals of precious truth unloosed, after that you have wept much. “Yea, if thou criest after knowledge, and liftest up the voice for understanding; if thou seekest her as silver, and searchest for her as for hid treasures; then shalt thou understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God.” Stones are not broken, except by an earnest use of the hammer and the stone-breaker usually goes down on his knees. Use the hammer of diligence and let the knee of prayer be exercised, too, and there is not a stony doctrine in Revelation which is useful for you to understand, which will not fly into shivers under the exercise of prayer and faith. “Bene orasse est bene studuisse” was a wise sentence of Luther, which has been so often quoted,that we hardly venture but to hint at it. “To have prayed well is to have studied well.” You may force your way through anything with the leverage of prayers. Thoughts and reasonings may be like the steel wedges which may open a way into truth, but prayer is the lever, the prise which forces open the iron chest of sacred mystery, that we may get the treasure that is hidden therein for those who can force their way to reach it. The kingdom of heaven still suffereth violence and the violent taketh it by force. Take care that ye work away with the mighty implement of prayer and nothing can stand against you.

We must not, however, stop there. We have applied the text to only one case. It is applicable to a hundred. We single out another. The saint may expect to discover deeper experience and to know more of the higher lifeand scriptural life by being much in prayer. There are different translations of my text. One version renders it, “I will shew thee great and fortified things which thou knowest not.” Another reads it, “Great and reserved things which thou knowest not.” Now, all the developments of spiritual life are not alike easy of attainment. There are the common frames and feelings of repentance, and faith and joy and hope, which are enjoyed by the entire family, but there is an upper realm of rapture, of communion, and conscious union with Christ, which is far from being the common dwelling-place of believers. All believers see Christ, but all believers do not put their fingers into the prints of the nails, nor thrust their hand into His side. We have not all the high privilege of John to lean upon Jesus’ bosom, nor of Paul, to be caught up into the third heaven. In the ark of salvation, we find a lower, second, and third story. All are in the ark, but all are not in the same story. Most Christians, as to the river of experience, are only up to the ankles. Some others have waded till the stream is up to the knees. A few find it breast-high and but a few—oh! how few!—find it a river to swim in, the bottom of which they cannot touch. My brethren, there are heights in experimental knowledge of the things of God which the eagle’s eye of acumen and philosophic thought hath never seen and there are secret paths which the lion’s whelp of reason and judgment hath not as yet learned to travel. God alone can bear us there, but the chariot in which He takes us up and the fiery steeds with which that chariot is dragged are prevailing prayers. Prevailing prayer is victorious over the God of mercy, “By his strength he had power with God: yea, he had power over the angel, and prevailed: he wept, and made supplication unto him: he found Him in Beth-El, and there he spake with us.” Prevailing prayer takes the Christian to Carmel and enables him to cover heaven with clouds of blessing and earth with floods of mercy. Prevailing prayer bears the Christian aloft to Pisgah and shows him the inheritance reserved. Ay, and it elevates him to Tabor and transfigures him, till in the likeness of his Lord, as He is, so are we also in this world. If you would reach to something higher than ordinary groveling experience, look to the Rock that is higher than you and look with the eye of faith through the windows of importunate prayer. To grow in experience then, there must be much prayer.

You must have patience with me while I apply this text to two or three more cases. It is certainly true of the sufferer under trial. If he waits upon God in prayer much, he shall receive greater deliverances than he has ever dreamed of—”great and mighty things which thou knowest not.” Here is Jeremiah’s testimony—”Thou drewest near in the day that I called upon Thee: Thou saidst, Fear not. O Lord, Thou hast pleaded the causes of my soul; Thou hast redeemed my life.” And David’s is the same—”I called upon the Lord in distress: the Lord answered me, and set me in a large place….I will praise Thee: for Thou hast heard me, and art become my salvation.” And yet again—”Then they cried unto the Lord in their trouble, and He delivered them out of their distresses. And He led them forth by the right way, that they might go to a city of habitation.” “My husband is dead,” said the poor woman, “and my creditor is come to take my two sons as bondsmen.” She hoped that Elijah would possibly say, “Whatare your debts? I will pay them.” Instead of that, he multiplies heroil till it is written, “Go thou and pay thy debts, and”—what was the “and?”—”live thou and thy children upon the rest.” So often it will happen that God will not only help His people through the miry places of the way, so that they may just stand on the other side of the slough, but He will bring them safely far on the journey. That was a remarkable miracle, when in the midst of the storm Jesus Christ came walking upon the sea, the disciples received Him into the ship and not only was the sea calm, but it is recorded, “Immediately the ship was at the land whither they went.” That was a mercy over and above what they asked. I sometimes hear you pray and make use of a quotation which is not in the Bible—”He is able to do exceeding abundantly above what we can ask or even think.” It is not so written in the Bible. I do not know what we can ask or what we can think. But it is said, “He is able to do exceeding abundantly above what we ask or even think.” Let us then, dear friends, when we are in great trial only say, “Now I am in prison. Like Jeremiah, I will pray as he did, for I have God’s command to do it and I will look out as he did, expecting that He will show me reserved mercies which I know nothing of at present.” He will not merely bring His people through the battle, covering their heads in it, but He will bring them forth with banners waving to divide the spoil with the mighty and to claim their portion with the strong. Expect great things of a God who gives such great promises as these.

Again, here is encouragement for the worker. Most of you are doing something for Christ. I am happy to be able to say this, knowing that I do not flatter you. My dear friends, wait upon God much in prayer and you have the promise that He will do greater things for you than you know of. We know not how much capacity for usefulness there may be in us. That ass’s jawbone lying there upon the earth, what can it do? Nobody knows what it can do. It gets into Samson’s hands, what can it not do? No one knows what it cannot do now that a Samson wields it. And you, friend, have often thought yourself to be as contemptible as that bone and you have said, “What can I do?” Ay, but when Christ by His Spirit grips you, what can you not do? Truly you may adopt Paul’s language and say, “I can do all things through Christ who strengtheneth me.” However, do not depend upon prayer without effort. In a certain school there was one girl who knew the Lord, a very gracious, simple-hearted, trustful child. As usual, grace developed itself in the child according to the child’s position. Her lessons were always best said of any in the class. Another girl said to her, “How is it that your lessons are always so well said?” I pray God to help me,” she said, “to learn my lesson.” Well, thought the other, “Then I will do the same.” The next morning, when she stood up in the class, she knew nothing and when she was in disgrace, she complained to the other, “Why I prayed God to help me learn my lesson and I do not know anything of it. What is the use of prayer?” “But did you sit down and try to learn it?” “Oh! no,” she said, “I never looked at the book.” “Ah,” then said the other, “I asked God to help me to learn my lesson, but I then sat down to it studiously and I kept at it till I knew it well and I learned it easily, because my earnest desire, which I had expressed to God was, help me to be diligent in endeavoring to do my duty.” So is it with some who come up to prayer-meetings and pray and then they fold their arms and go away hoping that God’s work will go on. Like the negro woman singing, “Fly abroad, thou mighty Gospel,” but not putting a penny in the plate, so that her friend touched her and said, “But how can it fly if you don’t give it wings to fly with?” There be many who appear to be very mighty in prayer, wondrous in supplications, but then they require God to do what they can do themselves and therefore God does nothing at all for them. “I shall leave my camel untied,” said an Arab once to Mahomet, “and trust to providence.” “Tie it up tight,” said Mahomet, “and then trust to providence.” So you that say, “I shall pray and trust my church, or my class, or my work to God’s goodness,” may rather hear the voice of experience and wisdom which says, “Do thy best work as if all rested upon thy toil, as if thy own arm would bring thy salvation, and when thou hast done all, cast thyself on Him without whom it is in vain to rise up early and to sit up late and to eat the bread of carefulness and if He speed thee, give Him the praise.”

I shall not detain you many minutes longer, but I want to notice that this promise ought to prove useful for the comforting of those who are intercessors for others. You who are calling upon God to save your children, to bless your neighbors, to remember your husbands or your wives in mercy, may take comfort from this, “I will shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.” A celebrated minister in the last century, one Mr. Bailey, was the child of a godly mother. This mother had almost ceased to pray for her husband, who was a man of a most ungodly stamp and a bitter persecutor. The mother prayed for her boy and while he was yet eleven or twelve years of age, eternal mercy met with him. So sweetly instructed was the child in the things of the kingdom of God, that the mother requested him—and for some time he always did so—to conduct family prayer in the house. Morning and evening this little one laid open the Bible, and though the father would not deign to stop for the family prayer, yet on one occasion he was rather curious to know “what sort of an out the boy would make of it,” so he stopped on the other side of the door and God blessed the prayer of his own child under thirteen years of age to his conversion. The mother might well have read my text with streaming eyes and said, “Yes, Lord, Thou hast shewn me great and mighty things which I knew not. Thou hast not only saved my boy, but through my boy Thou hast brought my husband to the truth.” You cannot guess how greatly God will bless you. Only go and stand at His door, you cannot tell what is in reserve for you. If you do not beg at all, you will get nothing, but if you beg He may not only give you, as it were, the bones and broken meat, but He may say to the servant at His table, “Take thou that dainty meat and set that before the poor man.” Ruth went to glean. She expected to get a few good ears, but Boaz said, “Let her glean even among the sheaves, and rebuke her not,” he said moreover to her, “At mealtime come thou hither, and eat of the bread, and dip thy morsel in the vinegar.” Nay, she found a husband where she only expected to find a handful of barley. So in prayer for others, God may give us such mercies that we shall be astounded at them, since we expected but little. Hear what is said of Job and learn its lesson, “And the Lord said, My servant Job shall pray for you: for him will I accept: lest I deal with you after your folly, in that ye have not spoken of me the thing which is right, like my servant Job….And the Lord turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends: also the Lord gave Job twice as much as he had before.”

Now, this word to close with. Some of you are seekers for your own conversion. God has quickened you to solemn prayer about your own souls. You are not content to go to hell, you want heaven. You want washing in the precious blood. You want eternal life. Dear friends, I pray you take this text—God Himself speaks it to you—”Call unto Me, and I will answer thee, and shew thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.” At once take God at His word. Get home, go into your chamber and shut the door, and try Him. Young man, I say, try the Lord. Young woman, prove Him, see whether He be true or not. If God be true, you cannot seek mercy at His hands through Jesus Christ and get a negative reply. He must, for His own promise and character bind Him to it, open mercy’s gate to you who knock with all your heart. God help you, believing in Christ Jesus, to cry aloud unto God, and His answer of peace is already on the way to meet you. You shall hear Him say, “Your sins which are many are all forgiven.”

The Lord bless you for His love’s sake. Amen.

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