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marvelfilth · 27 days

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AKA Shut up and listen

Pairing: Jessica Jones x f!reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, self-deprication

Summary: you love Jess, Jess doesn't get why

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"So... This is it?" you mumble, your gaze pinned to the roach on the wall to your left.

You really shouldn't be disappointed - you heard enough of Jess' grumbling whenever she came back from a hideout with too many compromising pictures on her camera and too much alcohol on her breath.

So, yeah, it's all your fault, since it was you who begged her to take you with her, just to get a taste of that PI life.

"Yes." She opens the window, letting some fresh air flow into the tiny motel room.

"Cool," you sigh and search the room for a safe place to sit. Unfortunately, the entire place looks like a biohazard, so you have no choice, but to settle on the edge of the single bed.

Your hesitation doesn't escape Jess' watchful eye. "You realize you'll have to sleep here, right?" Jessica drawls. She's sitting on the windowsill, her flask clutched between her fingertips. She raises her eyebrows at your silence and you shake your head, feeling hot all of a sudden. Lately, it's been happening too often - her looking at you far longer than a friend should, and you flushing under her heavy gaze.

"You said it won't take long," you mumble, turning away to hide your burning cheeks with your hair.

"It won't. Twenty hours top." She shrugs, taking off her leather jacket to reveal her toned arms, your eyes zeroing in on the muscles hidden under her soft skin.

"Great," you sigh.

The roach on the wall moves closer to you and you have to fight the urge to stamp it down with your shoe.

It probably has a family somewhere.

"You don't have to stay. I can call Trish, she'll pick you up. She can take you somewhere fancy."

Your eyes roll at the obvious attempt at getting rid of you. You know she likes you enough to tolerate you for at least a day, but you also know she prefers to work alone. Even Trish never gets to tag along.

"You know I like you more."

“Really?” She husks sarcastically around the neck of her flask.

“Yes.”

Another roach crawls from under the bed, making you squeak and jump off it. Jessica rolls her eyes, gesturing around you. “This. This is me.”

You blink. Then blink again. “A roach?”

She hums, turning to look outside and taking another swing from her flask. “Yep. A roach, dirty motel, cheap booze - all me. Doesn't seem like your thing.”

You huff, crossing your arms, your shoulders suddenly tense. “Luckily for me, you're more than cheap booze, and shitty motels, and roaches. So yeah, you're my thing.”

She tilts her head, her dark eyes brimming with exhaustion from countless sleepless nights spent chasing leads, but there's a flicker of something, something important. It's gone faster than you can place it, and she turns back to the window, lifting her camera, and covering her face from your scrutiny.

“Get us some food, yeah?” She whispers, pretending to focus on the streets below.

You let out a frustrated huff, but nod nonetheless, leaving in search of something edible.

You come back a little over half an hour later, a paper bag full of takeout clutched tightly against your chest, your heart still racing after a ride with a sketchy man on a sketchy elevator.

Jessica startles you with a question.

“You okay?”

Her body is halfway out of the window, facing the building across the street, but her eyes are pinned to you. The flask lies empty on the windowsill.

“Peachy,” you mumble, pushing a container into her hand. “Eat it all or no booze for two days.”

She frowns, eyeing you warily. “Don't bullshit me.��

You smile, humming, and nudge Jess to make space for you on the windowsill. You dig into the food, almost moaning at the rich flavor, and note with pride that Jessica seems to enjoy it too.

“Not bad,” she says around a forkful. “Not as good as your famous lasagna-”

You shove her before she can finish her thought.

“Jess!”

Her brow arches in question, and she keeps a serious expression for all three seconds before the corners of her mouth jump up in a fleeting smile. “What? I liked it.”

You groan, pushing the food around. She'll never let you forget it. And to think that you were just being a caring friend, spending all day perfecting a recipe you found online, chasing down Jess, and making her eat some of it.

“Just a little less salt next time,” she says, leaning back against the wall, her eyes on you.

You shake your head, cheeks burning in embarrassment.

The evening is settling in, the warm glow of the sun seeping away, giving way to the chilly breeze. You shudder, goosebumps littering your bare arms, and consider moving to the bed, or maybe wrapping yourself in a blanket. You eye it warily - it's thin, its color washed away and even from here you can see some of the stains.

You jump up when a weight settles over your shoulders, a familiar scent of leather enveloping you. When you turn to look at Jess, instead of looking away like you thought she would, she looks at you, head-on.

“Thanks,” you whisper, pushing your arms through the sleeves. “You're not cold?”

She shakes her head no, pushing her food around. “Looks good on you.”

“Yeah?” You look down at your lap, fingers fidgeting. The air grows heavy.

She reaches inside her bag and takes out another flask.

“I'm no good for you, you know?” she says after gulping at least a quarter of it.

You look up, startled.

“I'm an asshole with a drinking problem. You deserve better.”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. “You’re not an asshole.”

She snorts, and finishes the flask in quick gulps before carelessly throwing it to the floor.

“Jess.”

She hums.

“You're not an asshole.”

“I heard you the first time.”

You huff, and pull the take out box out of her hands before gently setting both of your food on the nearby table. “Jessica,” you start, squaring your shoulders. “I need you to listen to me very carefully.” She rolls her eyes, but turns to face you nonetheless. You can tell she's ready to bolt or at least deflect, but you won't let her. Not this time, the conversation is long overdue.

You take her hand in yours, fiddling with her slender fingers. “You’re one of the best people I've ever met, Jess-” the scoff that follows is expected “-yes, you are!” You insist, giving her hand a sharp tug. “You're brave, and selfless, and kind-”

“I’m an unreliable, unstable alcoholic with a fucked up head,” she growls, jumping off her seat. “I'm not kind or brave. I don't do nice things. I'm not nice, period. I have a hole in my wall and more empty bottles than cutlery. I haven't washed my jeans in two months. I- fuck, sometimes I can't even look at you without thinking about you leaving, eventually.” She starts pacing, fingers lost in her dark tresses.

“Jess.”

“I can't take care of myself, Trish does that half the time. I have one bedsheet. I don't have a vacuum cleaner. My door is permanently broken.”

“Jessica.”

“I'm a fucked up-”

“Shut up.”

She stops mid rant, looking at you with tired eyes, and let's out a long-suffering sigh. “You deserve better.”

You shake your head and take a step towards her. “I love you.”

She recoils, suddenly looking like a frightened child. Her eyes shine with unshed tears. “What?” She croaks.

“I love you, Jess. I love you when you're drunk and miserable, and I love you when sober up and smile like you don't have a care in the world. I love you when you're out of reach for days on a case, and I love you when you make sure to spend time with me, even if it means sacrificing sleep-”

“Stop.”

“-I love you when you don't have time to take my calls, and I love you when you answer me from strangers’ balconies. I love you when you're being mean, and I love you when you choose to be the kindest person I know, even after all of the shit you've been through.”

“Y/n…”

“I love you and your broken door. And I love your cutlery.”

“Don't-”

“And I have a vacuum cleaner.”

She sighs, but her eyes soften just a slightest bit. "A vacuum cleaner, huh?"

You swallow and take a deep breath. “I- I don't want anyone else, Jess. I want you. I love you.”

She looks at you for a long moment, her jaw tenses, brows furrow in thought. “Okay,” she nods slowly, begrudgingly.

“Yeah?” You whisper, inching closer.

“Yeah,” she breathes against your lips, before pulling you in a tender, almost chaste kiss. She's pulling away a second later and it's over before you even fully register the feeling of her soft, full lips on yours. “I- You- Fuck, why is this shit so goddamn hard?” She grumbles, closing her eyes briefly before taking a deep breath. “You deserve better, so-”

“Jessica,” you growl, pushing her by the shoulders. She doesn't budge, pressing you closer to her chest, her grip on your waist tightening.

“You deserve better, so I'll get better. I'll do better. For you,” she finishes slowly, begrudgingly, and for a moment you're speechless. “Less booze should be a good start, right? No girl likes to smell alcohol all the time,” she sounds like she's complaining, like this is the worst situation she could ever find herself in, but her eyes shine in a way you've never seen before. It's hope, you realise after a moment.

“Not for me, for you,” you state firmly, cupping her jaw. “You'll get better for you.”

She blinks. “That’s not a good enough motivation,” she grumbles.

You press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, fighting back a smile. She's so Jess. “We'll work on that.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. I... I love you too, I guess.”

"Mhm," you hum, and she opens her mouth again, so you pull her in a proper kiss before she can say anything else.

#jessica jones x reader #jessica jones x you #jessica jones x female reader #jessica jones #jessica Jones x y/n #jessica jones x fem!reader #AKA Shut up and listen

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 1 year

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wrapping up the last three hundred and sixty-five days with a round up of all the 'x reader' fanfiction I have published in 2022. thank you all for all your requests, feedback, reblogs and support over the last twelve months, especially during the 10k month of fic! sharing this love for these characters with you all is such a mental refresh for me, and hopefully I can publish even more fics in 2023. and I hope that you'll love all the new fics as much as you've loved these ones :)

happy new year!

full content warnings and content can be found on each individual post, and each fic is labelled for length. follow me on bartonstark to find all my fic in one place, or check out my ao3. smut/sexual content: *** personal favourites: ///

BRUCE BANNER:

afterwards (drabble) *** aftercare with bruce.

bend, don't break (oneshot) *** /// the take a reprieve during a party, and take a new step in your relationship.

fear and loving in iowa (oneshot) when you’re injured in johannesburg, bruce blames himself.

fireworks (oneshot) thanks to the frigid air at the top of the tower, you share a tender moment.

first times (drabble) *** having sex with bruce for the first time.

p.s. (ficlet) an unfinished note leaves you confused during your college graduation.

restoration (oneshot) after johannesburg, you have nightmares. bruce provides you with comfort.

BUCKY BARNES:

bedside manner (oneshot) sam calls you to say bucky has been hurt on a mission,and you panic.

early hours (oneshot) *** after a mission, all bucky wants to do is crawl into bed with you.

morning grind (drabble) *** morning sex with bucky.

shards of glass (oneshot) *** /// you share a past, and now bucky's tracked you down to find closure.

CLINT BARTON:

after hours (oneshot) *** clint stops by your office after work to distract you the best way he can.

body heat (oneshot) *** /// the there's-only-one-bed trope in the back of an suv during a blizzard.

bound (drabble) *** clint is really into bondage and you're happy to spoil him.

coffee break (ficlet) there's an avenger bleeding in the bathroom of the cafe where you work.

crossroads (oneshot) clint receives an offer that could change his life & you encourage him to take it.

a delicate hand (oneshot) /// clint attempts to pull you out of a funk by helping you get ready for the event.

green light (oneshot) *** /// you surprise clint with a new toy, and he is very eager to try it out.

hey, you (ficlet) *** /// you receive a note from a certain avenger in the middle of a crowded bar.

in the stacks (ficlet) *** you steal a moment of intimacy in the back of a bookshop together.

respite (oneshot) when you’re hurt on a mission, clint has to convince you to take a breather.

think of me (oneshot) *** /// when you're dragged out for a night, clint has an idea of what to do in the club.

three a.m. (oneshot) /// a knock on your window comes from a certain injury-prone avenger.

we could play pretend (oneshot) you bond over all the little things you miss about being in a relationship.

welcome home (drabble) *** you welcome clint home after he's been away on a mission.

JESSICA JONES:

reprieve (oneshot) she has to drag you out of a dingy bar in the middle of the night.

snooze button (drabble) jessica isn't exactly a morning person.

MARC SPECTOR:

fast lane (drabble) *** /// marc gives you a preview in the car of what to expect when you get home.

NATASHA ROMANOFF:

follow my lead (oneshot) natasha offers to teach you how to slow dance.

PETER QUILL:

raincheck (oneshot) /// convincing quill to go to bed isn’t exactly an easy feat.

SAM WILSON:

miss me? (oneshot) you're finally reunited with sam in the middle of the battle of earth.

soul food (oneshot) /// when you’re sick, he ditches his responsibilities just to make you feel better.

STEVE ROGERS:

lost time (oneshot) *** late for your date, steve walks in on you working off your frustrations.

TONY STARK:

afterglow (drabble) *** after care with tony.

as you're told (oneshot) *** /// tony calls you to his office with a new game in mind…

between the sheets (oneshot) *** you've decided to try for a baby, and tony can't wait to get started.

come back to me (oneshot) after tony almost dies, you’re left lost and furious at what just happened.

count (oneshot) *** /// tony is nothing if not a giver. but… he is also a bit of an asshole.

echo (oneshot) /// you’re struggling to forget the past, so you try to bring part of it back to you.

idiot (drabble) *** just an soft, sexy moment between the two of you.

insatiable (drabble) *** the real question is, which one of you is the bigger tease?

mood lighting (ficlet) *** tony spoils you by candlelight.

on your knees (oneshot) *** the idea of having you on your knees is far too tempting for tony to resist.

quick question (oneshot) tony has a question to ask you, battlefield be damned.

red and gold (ficlet) an afternoon in central park lets you appreciate the seasonal color change.

simple pleasures (drabble) *** tony loves nothing more than eating you out.

sober hearts (oneshot) a look at your relationship as it has evolved over the years.

spare key (drabble) *** you give tony a key to your apartment.

subtlety (oneshot) *** impatient, you make use of the ‘emergency stop’ button in the elevator.

warm hands (ficlet) *** the two of you share an intimate interlude out in the snow.

WANDA MAXIMOFF:

hold tight (oneshot) *** /// she loves to spoil you & sometimes that means leaving you a quivering mess.

reflected in you (oneshot) you try on your new uniform, and wanda helps you find your confidence.

spicy sweet (oneshot) *** you plan on surprising wanda, but disaster means a change of plans.

sweetness (oneshot) *** /// wanda loves the way you sound, and doesn’t care who else hears it.

THREESOMES/POLYAMORY:

hands free (oneshot) *** /// you find clint on the phone, and you can’t help but distract him.

player three (drabble) *** /// clint x bucky x you. game night takes a turn when they team up on you to win.

SERIES:

to ashes chapters (full series, this year's chapters in bold) prologue - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - more to come...

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chvoswxtch · 2 months

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court, you’re the only person i can think of that would understand this on the level i do…

jessica and elektra fighting for readers attention and just end up both having their way with r after realizing they can (competitively) share

that’s all..🩵

I don't think i've ever written something so fast

I got carried away (as usual) but I have a feeling you're not going to mind at all

happy valentine's day from me to you <3

warning: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors please dni), word count 2.3k

sharing.

At first it was confusing. You couldn’t comprehend why two of the hottest women in New York, two of the hottest women you had ever seen period, seemed to want to spend so much time around you. Jessica Jones, who never wanted unsolicited advice or help from anyone, seemed to want your opinion on every case she was working on lately, claiming she needed an extra pair of eyes. And Elektra Natchios, who could have anyone out of the countless people throwing themselves at her feet, was constantly needing a last minute plus one to lavish galas and decadent events, and you were the company she chose.

You didn’t think much of it. Alias Investigations was only composed of three people, and Jess had been taking on a lot more clients lately. She knew you had a strong interest in investigative work, and she enjoyed your fresh perspective. Ellie told you the tenuous small talk was easier with you at her side, and she had said the events would be a great networking opportunity for you to make influential connections in your chosen career path; to which she hadn’t been wrong.

On the surface, it seemed like they were both just being really good, yet unexpected, friends.

However, when Jessica and Elektra crossed paths in your company, you noticed something strange.

In the rare instances the three of you happened to all be in a room together, there was an undeniable tension between Jess and Ellie. Initially you thought it was just because the two were so starkly different. Jessica was a brute force to be reckoned with that had an affinity for whiskey and zero tolerance for petty bullshit. Elektra was a charming manipulator that had more money than God and could cut people down with words sharper than the blade strapped to her inner thigh. You thought it was the graphic dissonance in their personalities that made them appear to despise one another until Karen cracked the code with a knowing smirk on her pink lips.

“They’re both into you.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on, babe. You’re not that dense. Think about it.”

Ever since Karen planted that seed, it had been uncontrollably growing inside your head like wild ivy, each sprout blooming with new buds of realization. Everything began to shift into focus. Elektra sending outfits to your apartment that were elegant, but left little to the imagination, and were styles that she had specifically chosen for you. Jessica coming by your place late at night, the case she feigned needing help with long forgotten on your coffee table with each refill of your glass. Elektra looping her arm through yours every time the two of you went somewhere, like a possessive show of ownership. Jessica placing her hand on your lower back to usher you inside every time she opened the door for you, shooting anyone that dared get too close to you a menacing glare.

The hunger in both of their eyes every time they looked at you.

You couldn’t believe you had been so blind. The clues had been right there in front of your face the entire time, but you hadn’t even been aware there was a mystery to solve. It never once crossed your mind that the two women you fantasized about late at night when tides of loneliness had your hand slipping between your thighs, pretending it was one of theirs instead, that they could actually be craving the exact same thing.

Once it all clicked in your brain, you didn’t know how to act around them anymore, and you weren’t sure how to bring it up. Now when Elektra treated you to lunch and reached across the table to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, you didn’t see it as a friendly gesture anymore. That was something a lover would do. And when Jessica let herself into your office, setting an iced coffee on your desk from your favorite cafe while plopping down in the chair across from your desk to complain about her latest case, you saw it for what it really was. An excuse to see you.

Knowing they were both into you had your mind unraveling strand by strand. How could you just pick one of them? Did you have to? Would they be upset if you didn’t pick?

After overthinking it to the brink of insanity and guzzling an entire bottle of wine for liquid courage, you impulsively invited them both over to your apartment. Despite the late hour, both of them responded immediately and were at your front door in record time.

To say they were annoyed to see each other was an understatement, but before they could get stuck in yet another passive aggressive argument, you cleared your throat to get their attention.

“I want you both.”

A crease of puzzlement furrowed in the middle of Jessica’s forehead while Elektra raised one of her perfectly arched brows in an expression of amusement complimented by a ruby painted smirk.

“Sharing has never been my forte, darling.”

Swallowing thickly, you straightened your shoulders as you appeared to make yourself seem a little taller while crossing your arms across your chest.

“Sharing is what you do when you care about someone, Ellie.”

Elektra let out a dark laugh, tilting her head to the side slightly as her deep brown eyes narrowed in your direction. Her ruby painted lips parted when she bared her teeth in a wolfish grin, and it sent an icy chill down your spine.

“Look how cute she is, pretending she’s in charge. Over indulged a bit and feeling brave, are we?”

Elektra motioned with her head towards the empty wine bottle lingering on the coffee table, and your lips parted as you went to speak, but nothing came out. You hadn’t really planned this out well. In your perfect scenario, the two of them would simply give in and agree to your demands, but you seemed to forget that you were dealing with two of the most headstrong people you had ever met.

When Jessica seemed to grasp what was going on and what you were implying, her full lips tugged upwards into a devilish smirk, and she slowly peeled her leather jacket off her shoulders and down her arms.

“I think she is. You gotta admire her attempt. It’s kinda cute.”

Elektra crossed her arms over her chest, her dark eyes roaming over your entire figure, the ravenous hunger in them further amplified by the glow of the moonlight filtering in through the curtains.

“What should we do with her?”

“Why don’t we give her what she wants?”

Elektra turned her head to look at Jessica with an expression of incredulity.

“You think she’s earned it?”

Jessica took a step closer towards Elektra, staring down into her eyes intently, their noses barely an inch apart. Elektra had such a large personality and a commanding presence that you forgot she wasn’t the tallest person in the room.

“I don’t give a shit what she’s earned. I know what I want, and I’m pretty fucking tired of waiting. So, do you really wanna hold off just to teach a lesson? Or do you wanna help me fuck her senseless?”

Nothing could have prepared you for those words slipping out of Jessica’s mouth, or the way they knocked the very breath out of your lungs and made you nearly come on the spot. The way they were speaking about you like you weren’t even there should have made your blood boil, but it only aroused you further. And when Elektra turned her head to look at you with a wicked grin, you knew you were done for.

“Alright then. I suppose I could make an exception.”

And that’s how you found yourself tied up to your own bed, helplessly watching as Jessica and Elektra ate your pussy at the same time. It didn’t take much of Jessica’s strength to keep your hips pinned down to the mattress, and no matter how hard you tried to move, she wouldn’t let you budge. It was a struggle to keep your eyes open from the intensity of the pleasure, but you didn’t want to miss a second of the erotic sight in front of you.

Elektra and Jessica were both naked and nestled between your thighs, making them spread as far apart as they could go. They took turns gliding their warm tongues along your soaked cunt, lapping at your clit and suckling it between their lips. Each of them had a finger slipped inside your tight heat, pumping steadily at a synchronized rhythm that had your lower stomach contracting. When they turned their heads to lick you at the same time, your clit got caught in the tandem of their tongues tangling together, and it had you arching your back off the mattress.

“Fuck…”

A soft whimper escaped your lips when Elektra and Jessica turned their attention to each other for a moment, and you watched as they shared a sensual kiss, tasting your arousal on one another’s lips, all while fingering you still. It was the hottest sight you had ever seen, and it had you on the edge of combusting. It was absolute torture not being able to touch them or taste them in return.

“Jess…Ellie…please.”

“What is it, pretty girl?”

Jessica’s tongue darted out to swipe along her bottom lip as she looked up at you through half mooned eyes, and Elektra grinned while she leaned in to teasingly brush her lips over your clit.

“I think our pretty girl wants to come.”

Elektra wrapped her soft warm lips around your clit, flicking her tongue over it repeatedly, and Jessica took the opportunity to reach behind her to slip her other hand between Elektra’s thighs, slipping two of her fingers into her wet pussy. Elektra let out a savory moan that rippled against your clit in a way that had your thighs trembling.

“F-fuck-”

“Is that it, baby girl? You wanna come?”

“Yes…yesyesyes, please.”

Jessica sank her teeth down into her bottom lip, glancing between the look of sheer desperation on your face while you begged, watching the way Elektra devoured your soaked cunt, and then admiring the way her fingers were slowly fucking you and Elektra simultaneously.

“I bet I could make you both come at the same time. What do you think Ellie, you wanna come too?”

Elektra retracted her lips from your clit only for a moment, looking up at Jessica in pure insatiable desire as breathless pants escape her parted lips.

“I like a challenge.”

Jessica’s full lips parted into a huge grin as she leaned in closer, nipping at Elektra’s bottom lip roughly.

“Then keep going.”

Jessica was fucking you with her fingers at a pace that was almost inhuman, curling them upwards to rub against that divine spot inside of you that made you forget your own name. Elektra was sucking on your clit ardently, and her own moans of pleasure were frantically vibrating against your sensitive nub from the way Jessica was fucking her with her fingers. Your jaw was completely slack, nothing coming out besides incoherent noises. You had never felt anything like this before, and the intensity was nearly overwhelming. The obscene sounds of Elektra slurping on your pussy, her salacious moans, the lewd squelching of Jessica’s fingers fucking both yours and Elektra’s cunts, and Jessica’s filthy praises were only pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? To be fucked like a good little slut?”

“Jess-”

“Oh I wasn’t just talking to you, pretty girl. I was talking to her too. Seems like all you both needed was a little attitude adjustment.”

Jessica slipped her fingers out of Elektra’s pussy only for a second to smack her palm roughly against her ass, leaving a perfectly reddened outline of her handprint on Elektra’s skin. Elektra let out a sharp moan in response, fisting the sheets tightly in her hands when Jessica suddenly slipped her fingers back into her eager cunt without warning. Jessica let out a dry laugh when Elektra raised her ass higher in the air.

“I knew you’d like that you spoiled brat.”

You weren’t sure if it was Jessica’s fingers or Elektra’s mouth that sent you catapulting into the void of ecstasy, but your throat was raw from the scream that ripped through it as you began to convulse uncontrollably. Your entire body trembled violently from the aftershocks of such a potent explosion of gratification. The restraints around your wrists had rubbed your delicate skin sore and tender from how hard you had been tugging at them, but that pain didn’t even register in your brain at the moment. All you could focus on was how weightless you felt, as if you were floating amongst the clouds with a blissful fucked out smile on your lips.

“I think we broke her.”

Elektra’s velvet cadence was distant in your ears, but it still filled your body with a sense of warmth along with the familiar sound of Jessica’s dry laugh.

“I think she just needs a minute. Clearly her sex life has been a goddamn joke.”

“Well, while she recovers, I’d like to see just how unbreakable you are.”

“Do your worst.”

“Oh, I intend to.”

A tingle spread throughout your lower half when you felt the two of them shifting on the mattress, and you forced yourself back into a conscious state, wanting to witness the spectacle you were about to have a front row seat to.

You could definitely get used to sharing.

tags: @ninejloveb0t @firesunflamed @kmc1989 @storiesofsvu @geeksareunique

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teaaagan · 1 year

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Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental 🥵

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denwritesandcries · 3 months

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ugh, the urge to write for a certain character but their fandom/tags are practically dead

#jessica jones x reader #darcy lewis x reader #maria hill x reader #sidney prescott x reader #monica rambeau x reader #valkyrie x reader

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fandomnerd9602 · 9 months

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Can you do a Jessica Jones x reader one please.

Jessica throws a goon across the room...

Jessica: don't lay a hand on my boo!

Y/N: that's something I'd never thought I'd hear you say

Jessica: well you are

Y/N: aww thanks baby

A couple more goons come into the room...

Y/N: fight off these goons and cuddle session later?

Jessica: sounds like a plan

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #jessica jones #jessica jones x reader #defenders #marvel netflix #kristen ritter #aka alias #marvel knights

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jessicajonesbae · 3 months

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AKA sleeping antics

warnings: NONE!! fluff w jess 😁

summary: you’re tired and waiting for Jess to finish her work so she can join you in bed, you get impatient so go to get her yourself.

You glanced over to the digital clock on Jess’ side of the bed: 2:06 am. It had been a long day: Jess had gone in and out of her apartment working on her latest case while you finished up some of your work from the comfort of Jess’ poignant orange sofa. She came back around eleven, fresh bottle of bourbon in hand from the local corner shop. You’d just finished your dinner, some pasta, and told Jess hers was on the stove simmering at a low heat.

You had been laying in bed the rest of the night, tossing and turning hoping your girlfriend would soon join you. Another ten minutes passed and still no sign of Jess; you huffed and put on some socks not bothering with anything else but a shirt of Jess’ and some pants you had on.

You wandered through the small hallway and peered to see your well-engaged girlfriend into her laptop at her desk, with a glass of bourbon beside her (classic Jess). She acted as though she didn’t hear you, but she’s super of course she did. A small smile tugged at her lips as you sleepily walked over to her.

‘Jess?’ you whispered, she only hummed a small ‘mhm’ in return. You had walked behind her and leaned your chin upon her shoulder while your hands moved her hair out of the way so that you could feather kisses along her neck, Jess turned and pulled you onto her lap; now both facing each other Jess looked into your eyes adoringly.

‘What’s wrong baby?’ she asked now with her full attention on you as she interlaced your fingers with hers.

‘Mm can’t sleep’ you sighed, you leaned your head into her chest listening to her heartbeat beating soothingly. Jess placed kisses along your head and then stood up gently. Simultaneously, Jess carried you in her arms as she finished her drink, closed her laptop and made her way to the bedroom.

‘your teeth’ you mumbled. ‘pardon?’ Jess asked. You peered up momentarily to look her in the eyes ‘you need to brush your teeth silly.’ Jess huffed a little, but all the while remained smirking slightly. She made her way into the bathroom and went to put you down onto the counter when you mumbled in protest and clinged further onto her. Jess giggled ‘okay babe I won’t put you down.’ She opened the cupboard and got her toothbrush out, wet it a little and added toothpaste and began to brush her teeth. You smiled into her chest and quietly said a ‘thank you’ Your girlfriend smiled in return.

Once Jess had brushed her teeth she carried you into her bedroom and laid you onto the bed then pulled a sheet and blanket on top of you. Before she had the chance to move away you grabbed her arm. ‘You’re not going are you?’ you’re voice was small and vulnerable, ‘No baby let me just change out of my jeans.’ Jess replied lovingly. She brushed some stray hair off your head and quickly swapped her jeans for some sweat pants.

Soon enough you felt the bed dip ever so slightly as your girlfriend laid next to you. You turnt over to look her in the eyes, a smile formed across your lips, as did hers- mirroring your love for each other.

‘Big spoon or little spoon?’ Jess asked, she always wanted you to feel comfortable with her, never once failing to ask you before she touched you in an intimate way. You contemplated, you loved the feeling of her strong tender arms wrapped around you and engulfing you in safety, yet you also loved the feeling of her against your chest while your arms intertwined with hers.

‘Could I lay on your chest?’ you asked timidly. Jess was curious at first, your stomach dropped not realising her facial expression; you began to apologise and tell her to choose instead, before you knew it Jess was picking you up flat against her body. Her strength never failed to amaze you.

‘You know I’ll always agree to anything you want right?’ Jess whispered. A smile grew across your face, you looked up to your beautiful girlfriend and went to kiss her. Your lips almost touching you could feel her breath against you, ‘May I?’ you breathed out, Jess’ response was capturing your lips in a strong kiss. You moved your arms to pull her closer, your hands intertwined and so did your legs, heat radiated off both of you, your lungs began to burn at the need to take a breath but Jess’ lips were way more addicting. They were so soft and she tasted amazing, you nibbled gently at her bottom lip and she smirked against you knowing how much you take pride in leaving marks over her.

After several more seconds of kissing, you reluctantly pulled away to take a few deep breaths of air. Jess rubbed her hands up and down you back below her shirt you had on and chuckled lightly. You gave a small sigh of relief as you nuzzled your head against the crook of her neck, you gave it a kiss and whispered a small ‘goodnight Jess’ followed by some small snores as you instantly fell asleep in the safety of your girlfriends arms. Jess whispered ‘goodnight baby sleep well’ and soon enough fell asleep alongside you.

#jessica jones #jessica jones x reader #krysten ritter #marvel #marvel fic #the defenders #wlw #gxg

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silver-pieces · 1 year

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burn eventually

Pairing: dom!Jessica x sub!fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Synopsis: Jessica Jones is hired to take some photos.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut (FF, voyeurism, stripping, spanking, nudes, manhandling), alcohol consumption

A/N: Day 16 of Marvel Girlfriend May (please don’t check the date) is for Jessica Jones!! 💜 Please remember to reblog if you read and enjoy my writing, it helps me out a lot!

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Jessica didn’t want to come back.

The client had requested the photos a week ago. I think my wife is cheating on me. I just need the proof for a divorce. He’d looked so down-trodden and heart-broken that Jessica actually felt the slightest bit of pity for him.

But pity doesn’t pay the bills.

When she had followed his wife, the first thing she did was find a good spot to take photos from. Perched on the fourth-story fire escape, she pulled out her camera, and waited.

That was the first time she saw you.

Hello, mystery girl. Peering through the shutter, she zoomed in to take a few shots. You were wearing a tan trench coat and sunglasses as you entered the building. Either you were doing something shady didn’t want to be seen, or you just had weird taste in clothes.

You disappeared into the building, so she focused her sights back on the third-story window she knew the wife had bought for the night. The blinds were drawn, light suddenly spilling out onto the street.

Click. She started snapping photos as soon as the wife walked into frame - in her line of work, more is always better.

“Come on,” she muttered to herself as the wife simply paced the room by herself, not exactly normal, but not criminal either. “What are you doing here, lady?” And with nothing better to do, she sat there and waited.

Until you walked in.

“Oh my god.”

Jessica looks down at the pictures splayed out for the client.

“They’re all there. Everything you need to divorce - ”

“I’m going to kill her.”

Shit, not another one. “Sir, if you’ll just sign - ”

“And with another woman?! Jesus christ!”

She closed the file, getting the pictures out of his face before he started punching things. The pictures were candid, detailed, and explicit. You in your lingerie with his wife, spread out on the bed together, tangled in the sheets, like a scene from a fucking tv drama. If not for the shitty situation, she might have actually found it kinda hot.

Scratch that - it is hot. She couldn’t believe her eyes when you took the trench coat off and saw what was underneath. And the way you knelt down on the bed, submitting to his wife like that, wanton and wide-eyed... fuck.

She clears her throat. “Are you going to sign the form? Because you’re not leaving here with these pictures unless you sign.”

He clenches his jaw and runs a hand through his hair. He’s shaking with rage. “Yeah. Yeah, you did a good job catching the bitch.” He leans down and signs on the dotted line aggressively. “She’s gonna get what’s coming to her. They both are.” He swipes the folder full of photos and stalks out the door.

Jessica leans back in her chair and reaches for her liquor draw.

Her hand closes around the neck of the bottle, ready to drink herself into a stupor. She should feel relief, now that it’s done.

But she pauses, unable to open the bottle as her mind races. That look in his eyes... he’s going to lash out.

It’s really not her business.

Fuck.

Like she said, she didn’t want to come back.

She hesitates at the door, knowing you’re inside, having watched you enter the building where his wife had booked for the night. You’re not innocent in all this, after all, you wouldn’t be meeting his wife in this shady hotel in trench coats and sunglasses if you thought she was single, but still, you don’t deserve to be hurt.

She knocks.

You open the door, your robe flaring with the movement, and your eyes widen as you see her. “Can I help you?”

She forces herself not to look down at your lingerie, but god she’s curious. “Jessica Jones, P.I.”

“Okay...”

“Yeah,” she looks down at her boots, shoving her hands in her pockets. "Consider this a courtesy call. You should go.”

“I’m sorry, what are you talking about?”

Fuck, why can’t you just listen? She holds out her phone, showing a picture of you and the wife.

Your eyes widen. “Where did you get that?”

“I took it. Your girlfriend’s husband hired me to find proof of her affair. Now, seriously, you need to leave because I’m pretty sure he’s coming after you and her tonight.”

Panic enters your eyes. “Fuck.” You bring out your phone and start tapping away, retreating further into the room. “Uh, just give me a minute. I gotta get my things and warn her.”

She stands at the door and waits while you get ready, bags rustling and cursing to yourself. For a moment, she considers just leaving, but the possibility of you being in danger compels her to stay for some reason.

You come back to the door with your trench coat done up and your bag over your shoulder. “Alright, I’m leaving.”

She steps back as you close the door behind you and lock up.

“Thanks for giving me the heads up. I know you didn’t have to do that.”

A shrug is all she can muster. After all, what else is she mean to do with your gratitude? She doesn’t know why she did it, except maybe because she saw you having sex in detail and fucking wanted you. She keeps that little detail to herself.

As you exit out the front of the building beside her, you pause, looking around.

Jessica frowns, digging the toe of her boot into the pavement. “What is it?”

“I uh,” you grimace, “I don’t really have a place to stay tonight. Know any good shelters around?” And you glance up at her with those wide eyes.

Fuck me. What is she supposed to do with that?

“So you're a P.I.?”

She flicks on the blinker to turn down her street. “Yes.”

You shift again, winding the window down in the passenger’s seat and letting in the breeze. “What’s that like?”

“It pays the bills.”

“Yeah but, you must see a lot, huh? Humanity at it’s worst.”

“Trust me, I’ve seen worse.”

“Worse than cheating? Damn.”

Don’t ask. Don’t ask. Don’t ask. “So what’s the deal with you and her then? You in love?”

You snort. “No.”

She glances at you.

“I mean, you saw us, right?” Yes. “It was just... a bit of fun.”

A muscle feathers in her jaw.

She watches you walk through her apartment for the first time. The lights flicker on, bathing the place in a cheap, but warm glow. Somehow, with you in here, it feels more like a home than an office.

The keys jangle on her desk, and she starts rummaging through her drawers, talking over her shoulder. “Kitchen’s through here, bathroom, bedroom, there’s only one so - ”

“I don’t mind,” you interrupt. That, followed by the sound of the trench coat dropping to the floor, makes her stop, and look up.

Shit. Her gaze roams your body, a different set of lingerie, black, clinging to your body and showing off your assets. And the way you’re staring at her, fuck.

She pulls out her liquor drawer, grabs the bottle of whiskey, tips her head back and takes a deep, long drink.

You approach her slowly, rounding the desk until you’re in touching distance. “So you like taking photos of me, huh?”

She lowers the bottle, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. “It was the job, sweetheart.”

“But you came back for me.”

“Don’t read into it.”

“Too late.” You fold your arms and cock your hip against the desk.

Shit. You’re stubborn - as stubborn as she is, and she hates that. Why did she bring you back here?

She sets down the bottle of whiskey on the desk with a thud. “May I?”

You blink, and nod.

Faster than you can react, she takes hold of you by the jaw and manhandles you into looking at her.

You gasp, eyes going wide.

“Give me your safeword.”

“Uh.. whiskey?” you stammer out.

She nods, then pushes you down, bending you over the desk. “Whiskey.” She slaps your ass and digs her knee in between your thighs so you can’t close them. “Is this what you wanted?”

You moan, the sound so delicious it drives her crazy. She slaps your ass again.

“Yes,” you hiss, perking up your ass for her, looking absolutely divine in nothing but your lingerie.

It’s too much.

The whiskey scrapes as she grabs it off the table and tips her head back to drink more, keeping you pinned down as she does it. When she finishes and looks down, gasping for breath, you’re blurry.

“Not tonight.”

“What?” you gasp.

She pulls away, taking the whiskey with her. “You take the bed, I’m sleeping on the couch.”

She expects to find you gone in the morning. Knocking on the bedroom door, she waits only a moment before coming in, guilt in her throat. The hangover makes everything worse.

The bed is perfectly made - an unfamiliar sight.

Then her eyes catch on an object, left on the edge of the bed. A stupid instant polaroid camera Trish bought her last Christmas. For a moment, she fears that you went through her things, that you stole something, but then she notices the polaroid photo you’ve left beside it.

It’s you, kneeling on her bed, taking a photo of yourself in the mirror, naked. She flips it over, and on the back is your phone number.

Shit. Shit shit shit. She can’t do this, can’t sleep with someone she’ll break in two, someone so soft and submissive like you.

Shit!

She pulls out her phone and keys in the number, telling herself it’s just for the job, just in case she needs to contact you. And the polaroid... she’ll burn.

Eventually.

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prettykittycastle · 1 year

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What a Bitch

Summary: The reader is horny and wants to get attention from Jessica.

(Content Warning: fingering, dirty talk, slight grinding, orgasm denial, Dom!Jessica, sub!reader)

(The reader is 18+ and uses she/her pronouns. The race/ethnicity is any.)

“Jess,” I said, walking over to her desk.

Like every other night for the past 2 weeks, she's sitting behind her desk holding a glass of whiskey and her laptop sitting in front of her. I had already changed into my sleeping shirt and was only wearing panties, thinking that Jessica might decide to come to bed with me tonight, but I was sadly wrong.

"Busy," she said, not glancing up from the screen.

"Yeah, I know," I told her, sitting on the edge of the desk, looking down at her. "I'm bored."

"Too bad."

"And horny," I glared at her.

"Too bad," she repeated.

"Jeeeess," I whined, wanting to get her attention. She's been getting so many cases lately and been so busy, that we've barely had any time to have sex. Just being this close to her was making me wet.

"I'm hornyyyy," I whined again, reaching over and twirling one of her black strands. Me touching her hair finally made her look up from the screen and I could see bags under her green eyes and wondered when was the last time she got some rest.

"I'm sorry, okay," she apologized, putting her glass down on the table, the action sparking a little bit of hope that she'll entertain me. "I'll go to bed in a little bit." She nodded her head to the direction of the bedroom and turned back to the screen, her green eyes glued to it.

"Jess," I whined again, but she didn't look up from the laptop. Fine, then, I sighed. I stood up from the desk and stepped closer to her, trying my best to make puppy eyes at her.

"Jess," I asked, hoping she would look up at me. And like I hoped, she turned and looked up, not saying anything, her eyes showing irritation at my insistence. "Baby, why don't you take a break and come to bed with me," I ask her in the most flirty way I can, leaning back onto the desk, batting my eyelashes.

Letting out a sigh, she closed the laptop and pushed away from the desk, continuing to look at me with irritation.

"Come here," she said, patting her lap.

My pussy grew wetter at the demand, so I quickly leaned away from the desk and promptly sat down in her lap, wrapping my legs around her waist and my arms around her shoulders, while hers wrapped around my waist.

"You want me to fuck you," she asked, leaning her head into mine, our lips almost touching.

"Yeah."

Not saying else, she leaned forward and kissed me. The feel of her lips felt so good and it felt like we hadn't kissed in so long, that I couldn't help but moan against her mouth. I felt one of her hands move from my waist to my ass and I couldn't stop my hips from grinding against her lap. At the feel of me grinding, her hand squeezed my ass, making me moan again.

"You're that horny," she pulled away and asked me.

Nodding my head, I leaned forward and laid a kiss on her neck. I could feel her hand inch towards the middle of my panties and pulled it to the side, while her other hand reached down and lightly touched my folds.

"This what you want?"

"Mm-hmm," I hummed, not being able to answer verbally I was so horny.

"You're so wet, (Y/N)," she told me, moving just her fingertips against them, making me more wet.

I lifted my head up from her neck and kissed her, inserting my tongue into her mouth, whimpering at the taste of her.

"Please," I whimpered into her mouth.

"Of course, sweetie," She replied against my lips, before dipping a finger inside of me, the feel of it finally entering me made my hips stutter their grinding and I squeezed my inner muscles against the appendage.

"Fuck, your pussy's really wet and tight," She said pulling her finger out slightly, then pushing it back in.

"Yes," I moaned, laying my head forward onto her shoulder. "More please."

"You want another finger, do you?" I heard her say, before feeling another finger enter next to the first one, both of them slightly stretching me. "How's this?,"

"So good," I moaned into her shoulder, my brain becoming more fuzzy from the pleasure.

"Good," She mumbled, then began plunging her fingers in and out my pussy with speed.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, raising my hips to meet her fingers with each plunge. Her long fingers fucking me felt so good and each time she entered them, my pussy squeezed them and became more wet.

"Such a good girl," She told me, placing a kiss on the side of my head, plunging her fingers even faster.

I could feel her fingertips hitting that special spot inside of me over and over and I moaned loudly, feeling that familiar warm feeling starting inside me and getting hotter and hotter.

"You're close," She asked me, her fingers still going in and out of me. I could just imagine how much of my pussy juices was running down her hand.

"Yes," I moaned to her, lifting my head to look into her eyes as I could feel the warmth getting hotter and hotter, my orgasm getting extremely close. I know how she loves to look at my face when I come.

"You want to come on my fingers," I could hear her breath getting ragged, meaning she was getting excited by this and wanted me to come.

"Yes, Jessica," I whimpered, closing my eyes as the pleasure became overwhelming. My orgasm was almost there. I'm right on the edge!

"Well, sorry," She suddenly pulled her fingers out of me and let go of my panties.

"What," I sat up and looked at her in shock, my pussy was still wet, but empty and I could feel the orgasm I was beginning to have, slowly ebb away. "What are you doing?!"

"Good girls don't whine and bother me while I'm working. They get to come because they're patient."

She picked me up off her lap and carried me to the bedroom. I was still in shock at my orgasm being rejected and I didn't snap out of it, until she sat me down on the bed.

"But-"

"Good girls wait until I'm done working," she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my forehead, then stood back up with a look of cockiness in her eyes. Asshole. "Then they can come as many times as they want as a reward."

She turned and left the room, ignoring the icy glare I was throwing at her, and left me on the bed, my almost-orgasm gone and irritation running through my veins. What a bitch.

#MCU #jessica jones #Jessica Jones x reader #Jessica Jones imagine #Jessica Jones smut #Jessica Jones x black!reader #Jessica Jones x woc!reader #marvel #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #marvel smut #mcu smut #black reader #woc!reader #w/w #w/w smut

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whoreofdilfs · 1 year

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Mine and Matthew Murdock's sex scene when?

#Matt Murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock smut #matt murdock angst #daredevil #daredevil x reader #marvel daredevil #daredevil angst #jessica jones x reader #alice rec fics #matthew murdock

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margowritesthings · 2 years

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A.K.A. Fragile

pairing: Jessica Jones x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: angst, injury, mature language, smut, 18+, nudity, thigh riding, fingering (r receiving)

a/n: here is the Jessica Jones smut absolutely no one asked for!! This is actually my first time writing wlw smut so please forgive me if its not too polished. As always any feedback is v appreciated, as well as any reblogs or likes!

My requests are currently open!

A rather restless sleep is easily awoken by a hand running down your arm. You make a small groaning noise as you come around and fully wake up. It is still pitch black, save for the lights of Hell’s Kitchen streaming through the window. Damn, you must have fallen asleep before she came home.

“Jess?” You mumble, just about making out the silhouette of your girlfriend leaning over you in the darkness.

“Honey, I’m home.” She half-heartedly, fully-sarcastically sings, pushing a stray piece of hair from your forehead. You go to reach for the lamp on your side of the bed, but Jessica grabs your hand and entangles your fingers.

“How did it go?” You ask sleepily, your free hand wiping a bit of sleep from the inside corner of your eye. You glance at the little digital clock over on Jess’ side of the bed: 4:07AM.

“Great, yeah. Fine.” She says it too cheerily, and you know Jess far too well to believe her. You suddenly feel the stronger urge to get the lamp on.

“Are you hurt? What happened?” You manage to pull your hand away to prop yourself up, head now resting against the headboard. You reach once more for the lamp switch, but Jess grabs you once more.

“Don’t.” She orders, voice demanding yet pleading all at the same time and your heart sinks, knowing this means she got hurt, “I’m fine.”

“Then let me see.” You respond, your usual streak of stubbornness only heightened by the unknown level of hurt Jess was. You were quick and swift, enough to manoeuvre and grab the lamp switch.

Jess winced, both because of the sudden brightness ripping her pupils to tiny dots and the telling off she was undoubtedly going to get from you when you saw the blood on her face.

“Oh my god! Jess! You’re-“

“Bleeding, yes. I know. It’s just a scratch, y/n.”

Her words are sharp and would have hurt had you not expected them. Jessica always gets snappy when she’s hurt. Or, more accurately, when she feels weak.

You lean closer, and despite Jess’ squirming manage to get a closer look. There are a few marks of blood and mud on her cheek and nose, which she’d clearly tried to rub off before getting home, and she has a small cut on her lip, but the deep gash splitting her right eyebrow in two was what was concerning you.

“It’s nothing.” She spits, trying to swat your hand away like an annoying fly.

“Let me help you!” Your teeth are gritted now as you try to restrain Jessica but it is obviously in vain. She is too strong for you and grabs both your wrists easily. Now, the two of you are face to face, inches away from each other. Jessica’s stare is intense and you want to squirm under it. Somehow, you stay strong. Defiant, even.

“I don’t. Need. Help.” She emphasises, letting go of both your wrists harshly on the last word. They don’t hurt, but you rub them anyway, hoping to make Jess feel at least a little bad for snapping at you.

Looking back at her with a frown, you can actually see the injury now. A deep cut across her eyebrow and up her forehead, still bleeding. It looked bad, but hopefully not bad enough for stitches. Definitely needed cleaning up with more than the splash of whiskey it smelled like Jess had thrown onto it.

Jess sighs, hating seeing you look so miserable on account of her temper. You were both as stubborn as each other, especially when Jess was hurt. You needed to help her and she certainly didn’t need helping, both of you absolutely sure that your statement was fact.

“Im-” “Don’t. Don’t apologise, just let me clean you up.”

Wordlessly, Jess leaves the bedroom and you know you have won, even if she won’t say it aloud. You’re already wearing her t-shirt and don’t bother with anything other than your underwear as you throw on some socks and follow her to her desk. She knows the drill by now; you two have done this dance so many times that Jess knows to sit on her chair and direct the little office lamp to whatever body part the most severe injury was first. She has already done so by the time you’re at the desk, extensive Jessica-Jones-Is-Working-Tonight First Aid Kit in hand.

Jess’ face isn’t unlike thunder, her jaw tense and eyes unblinkingly following you get the supplies out of the box. When she sees you pull out the bottle of antiseptic, she groans and rummages through her desk drawer for her bottle of whiskey. You roll your eyes, though there is the smallest of smiles gracing your lips. Typical Jess. Your typical Jess, no matter how much her complete disregard for her own safety drove you up the wall.

You douse a cotton wool bud in the antiseptic, leaning closer to Jess’ forehead. Your lips are a hair away from her nose as you lean forwards, almost at a full right angle. Jess sighs, grabbing your hips and pulling them closer until the only thing you could do was open your legs to allow her knee through.

“Sit.” She demanded, cocking a brow very briefly and tapping her thigh. You roll your eyes again and scoff, but Jess’ expression is unmoving.

“You’re hurt.” You state simply, attempting to crouch awkwardly now to see the injury properly.

“Yes, on my head, not my lap. So, sit.” She is grouchy, but you’re more than used to that.

You don’t move, feeling every bit as stubborn as she is being. You know exactly where this will go if you keep letting Jessica get her way, and it doesn't involve a bandage, cup of warm milk and a good night's sleep.

“Jess, I’m not-” “For fucks sake, y/n, I’m not going to break!” She snaps, grasping your hips and forcing them down, so that you are straddling her lap. The sudden pressure on your clit jolts up your spine, but you just about manage to push the thought away to stare at Jess, open mouthed, brain whirring to find the right thing to say.

“I… I didn’t say you were going to break. I just thought-”

“Well don’t. Stop thinking. Stop talking, just…” Before you can even start to predict Jess’ next order, her hand is on your jaw, thumb and finger squeezing your cheeks and forcefully pulling your lips to her. Your resistance lasts about a second, before you’re exploring her mouth with just as much ferocity as she is yours, an ever so slight metallic tang on your tongue that you recognise as blood. You would protest, demand that she sort out her bloody lip, but her hands are pushing her t-shirt up your body and gripping your hips so that her fingerprints leave little red marks on your skin. She guides you down onto her thigh, the tightness in your core building as the silk of your panties rubs against your cunt delightfully. You can’t help but moan into Jess’ mouth and she knows that she has won.

Your hands reach for the zipper on Jess’ jeans but she swats your hand away, ripping them open herself and carelessly pushing them down her leg, not even bothering to take her boots off. A hand snakes to cup your pussy as Jess guides you to standing and breaks the kiss for long enough to snatch your panties away, exposing just how wet she can get you in such a short amount of time. Her touch is too fleeting.

She notices with a smirk, pushing your now naked cunt onto her bare thigh and catching your bottom lip between her teeth and biting down hard. You whimper, feeling the pain in your lip and the white hot pleasure of your clit grinding on Jess pulling your body apart like opposing magnets.

“You don’t take care of me, princess. I take care of you. Got it?” She grinds out, jaw tense as her eyes flick over your body, the sight of you dripping onto her thigh in nothing but her t-shirt enough to make her growl.

You try to nod as she grabs your face again, running her tongue across your bottom lip and opening your mouth with her tongue. A moan escapes your throat, your hips beginning to grind needily and instinctively.

“Who takes care of you?” She asks, darkened eyes roaming your pretty little face as you writhe under her grip.

“Y-You do.” You whimper, feeling your core tightening to dizzying levels as your clit throbs against Jess’ pale thigh. You need her to touch you or else you may crack under the pressure, you’re sure.

“Good girl.” The praise causes you to clench on nothing and Jess feels the twitch. Her hand floats towards your heat and you finally think you’re getting your way, but she stops, hovering.

“Jess, please…” you mewl, bucking your hips towards her to try and catch her fingers against you. She pulls back.

“Ride me, princess.” Jess whispers, filling one of her hands with a harsh grip of your ass and pulling you forward. You hesitate, remembering for a moment how you got here in the first place. She might have you drooling on her lap like her little pet right now, but she was still injured.

Ever the observer of your many faces, Jess grunts at you, grabbing you by the throat and pressing on just the right spots.

“I said ride me. Stop treating me like I’m fucking fragile and fuck me.”

She squeezes the handful of your ass and guides your hips across her leg. You want to protest, you really do, but you’re going lightheaded and god damn it you want to cum down your girlfriends leg.

Jess is rough with you, but you can take it. The friction between the two of you is too much and not enough all at once. You need more, need her, but your bratty whining and begging doesn’t seem to be working.

“Please, take care of me. I need you, Jess. I need you to take care of me…” you’re practically crying, coming apart right on top of her as she pulls your t-shirt up and takes one of your hardened nipples into her mouth and bites down. You cry out again and you feel tears prick your eyes, every inch of your body feeling as though it is falling through ice and fire all at the same time. Everything about this, you and Jess, is opposing. A big, confusing, powerful feeling that you chase and tease and pull out of each other.

Her vicious kisses travel up your breast, pass your collarbone and up your neck, Jess leaving fleeting bite marks occasionally as your final item of clothing is discarded on the floor. Finally, her teeth nip at your earlobe as she whispers, hot and low, “Come for me, baby…”

A hand is forced between your cunt and Jess’ leg, her fingers finding your swollen nub with ease. She has barely touched you and you unravel, gripping onto Jess’ jacket so hard you think you might rip it as you ride her hand. Just as you think you’re peaking, you feel two fingers enter you and curl against your g-spot. Everything goes fuzzy and distant but the feel of Jess’ breath tickling your skin and her fingers pounding into you. You forget it, all of it, as your mind can think of only holding onto Jess for dear life lest you shatter into tiny pieces right on the floor.

You scream out Jess’ name, though you’re sure you’ve been doing that this whole time without realising, as you come back down to earth, Jess’ drenched fingers lazily pumping in and out of you to ease you back to reality.

Energy depleted, you slump into her, your foreheads resting together in a tender moment following such a heated… conversation. Jess places a kiss on your nose before sliding her hand under your thigh, pulling both legs to drape over her lap. You nuzzle into the crook of her neck like a jigsaw piece fitting perfectly and sigh contentedly, closing your eyes for a brief moment of peace. Forgetting the argument and the injury and everything else that had happened that night, you’re just grateful to have Jess back, her heart beating against yours as she holds you.

“Jess?” You mumble, intertwining your dainty fingers with Jess’, still a little sticky from your previous activities.

“Hmm?” She doesn’t bother with proper words, just watching your two sets of fingers weave around each other.

“I’ve still gotta clean your wound, you know…”

“Shit.”

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requested by anonymous

Tensions rose and fell faster than a speeding bullet within the restaurant the five of you barricaded yourself inside, and one wrong move would disband your little club. Now the heat was on you, the masked and mysterious, the odd one out of the bunch. “Take the mask off or we’re not doing this.” Luke demanded and you shook your head. “The lawyer just did it, it can’t be that hard.” You felt all eyes on you and knowing the situation was dire, you uncovered your face entirely. And that’s when they realized.

“That’s a kid! I’m not working with a kid!” Jessica protested immediately, finding another reason to walk out on all of you. “Don’t you have a bedtime?”

“Just because they’re a kid doesn’t mean they can’t get the job done. They’re special, they fit in here.” Matt defended you, unfazed by the revelation.

“You don’t seem that surprised, man. I’m starting to think you know this kid.” Luke said, bringing tensions up once again.

“I have no idea who this guy is, believe me.” You pointed to Matt. “I’m in this whether we like it or not, they’re after all of us. I need you as much as you need me.” The room exchanged their glances, shook their heads and dropped the subject. “So that’s that?”

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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What about a jessica Jones fic in which it's both their first same sex relationship, maybe first relationship ever for reader, and she only wants jess to take her v card

nonnie,

thank you so much for requesting my baby jess. I hope you love this. 💜

also totally optional, but this was heavily inspired by the song everything by kehlani!

warning: contains explicit sexual content (minors please dni), swearing, and mentions of alcohol word count 4.4k

first time.

Jessica wasn’t sure exactly what it was about you that made her fall head so hard for you in the first place.

Maybe it was the fact that you were always kind and patient with her, even when she was being a raging bitch. The first time the two of you met, you had shown up at her apartment/office asking to interview her for an article at your paper about powered people, and since she had a negative track record with the press, and was also incredibly hungover, she’d slammed the door right in your face.

To her surprise, and absolute horror, she ran into you about a week later at your paper, needing to ask you questions about an article that you’d written previously that was linked to a case of hers. When she recognized your face, she was certain that you were going to show her the exact same “hospitality” that she had shown you.

But to her astonishment, you simply smiled and invited her into your office, offering her everything that she needed and more to help with her case.

Later that night when Jessica’s curiosity got the better of her, she started digging into you. She was shocked to find that you’d actually written a few articles about her already, and that you came to her defense in every single one of them. Jessica’s shoulders deflated as she sank back into her chair, tossing back another fourth of bourbon while feeling like a complete asshole for slamming her door in your face, and feeling exceptionally unworthy of the kindness you had shown her. The following morning, she was waiting for you in your office, offering an apology in the form of coffee and an exclusive interview.

Maybe it was because you always treated her like a person. You never treated Jessica any differently because of what she could do. You never spoke about her like she was a freak of nature. You never asked her for any favors, and she practically had to fight you to allow her to carry something heavy for you.

Jessica Jones wasn’t very good at making friends. She would be the first to admit that. Mainly because she wasn’t exactly “personable” most of the time, but also because a lot of people that sought her out did it for something in return. Half of her life people wanted to get close to her just because her sister was Trish Walker. Once her true identity was revealed, people wanted to use her strength or her name for personal gain.

But you never wanted anything from Jessica. You just wanted her.

Maybe it was the way you smiled every time you saw her, even if her face was twisted up in a mirror of her sour mood. Maybe it was the way you gently grabbed her shoulders to get her to slow down, encouraging her to take deep breaths with you, reminding her that she won’t be able to focus until she’s calm. Maybe it was the way your fingers delicately touched her skin when you patched her up, as if you could hurt her, while apologizing profusely with every swipe of an alcohol pad and careful stitch.

Jessica couldn’t pinpoint what it was that made her fall in love with you, but she knew the exact day she realized it.

You had slept over after helping her work a case late into the night, which wasn’t unusual, and she had awoken to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and your amazing cooking. She didn’t think she even had anything in her fridge except three day old take out and cheap beer, but somehow you made a breakfast miracle happen. A tired smile tugged at the corner of her mouth knowing you probably swiped some ingredients from Malcolm.

She mumbled something grumpy and incoherent when you greeted her with your chipper morning attitude and a radiant smile, plopping down into one of the chairs at the table. When you came over to place a plate and a cup of coffee in front of her, Jessica grabbed onto your wrist gently to pull you in closer, and without thinking in her sleepy state, she pressed a quick kiss to your lips. It was a full sixty seconds before Jessica realized what she did, and then she was suddenly wide awake. Turning her head slowly to look up at you, she found that you were already staring at her with widened eyes, and her brain was completely empty except for an ongoing string of expletives.

“I…don’t…know why I did that.”

Jessica watched as your shoulders visibly sank, and the flame of bewilderment in your eyes slowly fizzled into a crestfallen ember.

“You…you don’t?”

As she stared up at you trying to craft an excuse, an epiphany abruptly slammed into her chest like a freight train.

You were in her kitchen, moving around like it belonged to you, in one of her ratty old t-shirts, using a chip clip to put your messy hair up with tendrils perfectly framing your face, and Jessica wanted to spend every Saturday morning like this.

Suddenly everything seemed to click into place. The bashful smiles when she caught you staring at her. The excited nerves in the pit of her stomach when she knew she was gonna see you. The timid way you held onto her arm when you walked the streets of New York together at night. The excuses she came up with for just one more drink so she didn’t have to go home alone yet. The commitment you showed to proving yourself to her. The warmth she felt whenever you were around.

Jessica Jones was in love with you.

Leaning back in the chair, her tongue quickly swept along her bottom lip as she stared up at you in complete awe.

“I am such a fucking idiot.”

“What?”

“You’ve been right here, in front of my goddamn face, this entire time, and I didn’t see you.”

“Jess, what are you-“

Swiftly standing up from her chair, Jessica grabbed onto the back of your neck and pulled you in for a soft kiss, causing a quiet gasp to catch in your throat. When she pulled back, Jessica was delighted to see that your cheeks were flushed with scarlet, and her lips split into an excited smile.

“Don’t make plans Friday night.”

“O-Okay?”

“I’m taking you on a date.”

Your hand that was holding onto Jessica’s wrist suddenly tightened, and your eyes grew in wonder as you stared up at her.

“You…you are?”

“That alright with you?”

“I…um…y-yeah. I mean, yes.”

Despite her usual confidence, Jessica was an absolute nervous fucking wreck the night of your first date. She couldn’t remember the last time she even went on a first date that wasn’t at a bar, or that she gave a shit about. She changed clothes four times, and begrudgingly borrowed a few things from Trish’s closet since she was taking you somewhere nice. Trish and Malcolm both attempted to give her a pep talk as they helped her get ready, but that only made her more nervous, and they wouldn’t let her drink to dull her nerves since they were worried she’d be plastered by the time she was supposed to pick you up.

After she knocked on your door, her eyes suddenly widened and she cursed under her breath realizing that she hadn’t brought you flowers. Was she supposed to bring you flowers? Did you even like flowers? How the fuck does this work?

Her inner rambling was cut off the second you opened the door, and for a second, all the noise in her head seemed to go silent. You were in a simple deep purple satin dress that hugged your body perfectly, and Jessica quickly forgot all about dinner. She had never seen you in a dress like that before. A timid smile stretched over your lips as you looked at her and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I…wasn’t sure where we were going. Is…is this too much?”

“No! No you…you look…hot. Fuck, sorry. I meant…beautiful. You…look beautiful.”

The second the two of you reached the restaurant, all of the nerves Jessica felt from earlier came flooding back. Not even ten minutes into the date, she gripped the wine glass so hard in her hand that it shattered, and her eyes widened as you gasped loudly.

“Oh fuck-”

“Jess, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, it’s fine-”

“It’s not fine, you’re bleeding-”

“It’s not a big deal, I got it.”

Jessica pulled her hand away from your grasp, taking one of the fancy white napkins to wrap around her hand to stop the light bleeding as she looked over at you with a tight lipped smile.

“So-”

“Jessica, you can’t be serious.”

“What?”

“You’re bleeding. You probably need stitches. We need to go-”

“No, no I’m not ruining this date because of a little blood-”

“Jessica-”

“I’m fine.”

Jessica’s voice came out a little harsher than she intended it to, and the irritation she felt evaporated as she watched the way you sank back into your chair, looking anywhere but at her. Letting out a deep exhale through her nose, she mumbled a quiet fuck before reaching over with her uninjured hand for one of yours.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t…I’m just…look I’ve never done this before-”

“Gone to an Italian restaurant?”

Jessica pursed her lips at the sarcastic tone of your voice, looking around the entire restaurant with slightly narrowed eyes before looking back at you with a quirk of her brow.

“Actually, yeah. I don’t remember the last time I went to an Italian place that didn’t serve two dollar greasy pizza and had meatball specials on Thursdays.”

When she noticed the tiny smile that tugged at the corner of your mouth, she let out a breath of relief and stretched her hand out further, wiggling her fingers towards you. Rolling your eyes playfully, you slipped your hand into Jessica’s, looking over at her when she gave it a gentle squeeze.

“What I was trying to say was that I’ve never done this. This is…the first nice date I’ve ever been on. It’s the first nice date I’ve ever wanted to go on. And…I’m sorry for being so…I just really want this to go well. I don’t wanna fuck it up. And I feel like I already have-”

“You haven’t.”

Jessica stared over at you in adoration, enjoying the feeling of your thumb carefully stroking over the back of her hand. The gentle tone of your voice and the reassurance in your eyes tugged at her heartstrings, and her lips pulled delicately into a defeated smile.

“I broke a glass. I’m bleeding, and I was a dick.”

“Still not the worst date I’ve ever been on.”

Jessica closed her eyes for a moment as a dry laugh echoed in her chest.

“Jess, I appreciate you going through all the trouble to try to make tonight special. But…it already is. I don’t…I don’t need all of this. You could’ve taken me to the hot dog stand at the corner of your street and I would’ve been thrilled. Actually, a pretzel sounds really good right now.”

Jessica’s brows furrowed in the middle of her forehead as she looked over at you, giving you a pointed look as a smirk covered your lips.

“You’re fucking joking. I bring you to the nicest Italian place in the city, per Trish, and you want a pretzel.”

“What I want is to take care of your hand, which is still bleeding, and then continue our date. I don’t care where, as long as it’s with you.”

After a little more convincing from you, and an agreement to order dessert to go, Jessica took you to the stand at the corner of her street to get two hot pretzels before taking you up to her apartment so that you could tend to her hand. The longer the night went on, the more Jessica’s nerves dissipated completely, and by the time midnight stretched over the sky, Jessica decided she was craving something else.

In a matter of minutes, Jessica went from timidly kissing your lips to having you pinned beneath her on her bed as her hands frantically searched for the hem of your dress. She attached her lips to your neck, reveling in the little noises you made and the hushed whispered of her name as her hand slipped beneath your dress to part your thighs. A sharp gasp flew past your lips, and you suddenly reached down to grab onto her wrist.

“Jess, wait.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

Jessica pulled back to gaze down at you, cradling your face in her hand as she lightly brushed her thumb across your cheek. Her brows pulled together in puzzlement noting the flush of rose that covered your cheeks and the nervous glint in your eyes.

“What is it?”

“I…um…I’ve never…done this before.”

Jessica’s lips pulled into a tiny smile, leaning in to brush her nose against yours as she chuckled softly.

“Me neither, baby. But I think we can figure it out together.”

“No…Jess I mean…like…ever.”

Tilting her head to the side slightly in confusion, Jessica searched your eyes for a hint as to what you were talking about, pursing her lips in a slight pout when you closed your eyes and let out a shaky exhale.

“I’m a virgin.”

Jessica blinked slowly a few times, watching as you slowly opened your eyes to peer up at her. Her lips parted slightly as she searched for the right words to say, her brows alternating between rising up her forehead in surprise and also knitting together in the center of her forehead in disbelief.

“So…not just…when it comes to…this…but…like…everything?”

Giving a slight nod of your head, you both stared at each other silently for what felt like hours.

“Uh…you…waiting for marriage or-”

“No, it’s not…it’s not like that. I just…God this is so embarrassing.”

Jessica grabbed onto your waist when you went to move, taking one of your hands to press a soft kiss to each of your knuckles as she smiled softly.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be embarrassed. Okay, I’m not making fun of you. I’m just…trying to…understand. That’s all.”

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you lightly shrugged your shoulders as you spoke quietly.

“I just…I wanted it to be special. I wanted it to be with the right person, and to mean something. I wanted to be in love.”

Jessica ran her fingers through your hair slowly as she listened, staring back into your eyes when she caught your gaze.

“And I wanted to feel that the person I had my first time with loved me back.”

Jessica’s lips parted slightly at your words, and she felt that familiar warmth blooming in her chest she always felt when you were around. It was a warmth she thought she would never feel again after she lost her family. A warmth she never thought she could feel again. There were transient embers she felt around Trish and Malcolm, but nothing nowhere even near the blaze she felt with you.

The love she felt for you.

As her tongue darted out to quickly wet her lips, she held your face in her hand delicately as she looked down at you with a tender smile.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, or aren’t ready for. We can take this at whatever pace you want. But just so you and I are on the same page, I do love you Y/N. You are the first person I’ve ever actually fallen in love with, and I thought it would be so much fucking scarier than this, but you make it so…easy. I…feel really goddamn lucky that you picked me. I want you to know that.”

Jessica hummed in content against your lips when you reached up to grab onto the back of her neck to pull her down for a kiss. She moved her hand up to gently grasp onto your waist, keeping her kisses light as she attempted to move from her spot between your legs. Your other hand grasped at her shoulder as you broke the kiss, and her nerves flared up once again seeing the glossy sheen that covered your eyes.

“I love you, Jessica. I’ve always loved you.”

That one quiet confession had her heart swelling inside her ribcage, filling up the void that had kept her hollow for so many years, and after spending a majority of her life looking up at the stars searching for answers, she felt like she could see every single one of them twinkling in your eyes.

Kissing your lips made her feel weightless and untouchable, like she was a kid all over again, at the highest peak of the ferris wheel with her mom. It conjured every ounce of happiness that lingered in her subconscious, every blissful memory she possessed, and flooded her bloodstream with pure ecstasy.

This. This was that feeling she had been searching for. The thing that she thought would come when she stepped into the spotlight as a “hero”. The thing she waited to fill her when she saved someone or when she did something good. She tricked herself into believing it was a sense of purpose, or maybe acceptance she was after, but it was love. But not the artificial kind that resulted from her altered DNA, or the kind that eventually sprouted through adoption or living down the hall from her and constantly being dragged into her shit.

The real kind. The pure, unwavering, unfiltered, every-stupid-fucking-love-song-makes-sense and every-breathtaking-sunsent-reminds-me-of-you kind.

“Jess?”

“Hm?”

“Please make love to me.”

Jessica gazed down at you, carefully analyzing your face as her thumb slowly traced over your bottom lip.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want this. Please.”

Jessica made sure that you were comfortable with every layer of clothing she removed, allowing you to remove a piece of hers in return in a delicate trade off. Her touch was light and gentle as her fingertips grazed along every inch of your soft skin, focusing her lips on your neck to start, paying close attention to the spots that were the most sensitive and the ones that drew the most delectable noises out of you.

Her lips trailed down the column of your neck to your chest, exploring the valley between your breasts as her hand once again parted your thighs, using two fingers to collect some of your wetness to help her easily glide her fingers in tight-knit circles over your clit. Sucking one of your perky nipples into her mouth, she bit down on it gently as she slipped her first digit past your tight walls to distract you from the stretch, flicking her tongue repeatedly over the sensitive bud and tenderly grazing her teeth over it.

“How’s that feel, baby? Good?”

“So…so good, Jess.”

“You want more?”

“Please.”

Jessica took her time shuffling down the bed until she was laying in between your hips, teasing you with featherlight kisses along your inner thighs before you were begging her to touch you again. She hummed in appreciation when she licked a broad stripe up your soaked folds, eyes closing at the sweet taste you had to offer, wrapping her plump lips around your swollen clit to suck softly. She carefully slipped another finger into you and moaned against your core at the cry of her name you let out. The throbbing between her own thighs was getting almost unbearable, but this was about you.

She alternated between suckling softly at your clit and teasing it with her tongue while her fingers slowly stretched your walls with light scissoring motions. A proud smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth when the pads of her fingertips brushed along that spongy tissue in your depths that had you bucking your hips against her face, and she continued to stroke her fingers along it in a ‘come hither’ motion, her attention on your clit becoming more urgent and fervent the louder you moaned.

“Jess…I…I’m…oh-”

A breathless gasp cut off your warning, and as your thighs seized up around her head and your hips rocked upwards hazardously, Jessica quickly removed her fingers and flattened her tongue against your cunt to capture the flow of your first orgasm of the night.

Licking her lips in satisfaction, she swiftly moved to straddle your hips, her green eyes wild with a newfound hunger you had awoken in her that only you could satiate. She gently dug her fingertips into the soft flesh of your thigh to steady her own desire, waiting for you to come down from you high just so she could bring you to another one even further up.

“You okay, baby?”

“I’m…fucking perfect.”

Jessica’s full lips split into a dazzling grin as she gazed down at you, lightly caressing your cheek with her palm.

“Yes you are.”

“Um…just…give me a second, and I can-”

“You don’t have to do anything.”

“Jess, I wanna make you feel good too.”

“This is about you, baby. And trust me, making you feel good makes me feel really goddamn good.”

Staring up at Jessica, your lips parted slightly at the lust in her eyes, and you allowed yours to drink her naked body in fully as she sat above you. You had seen Jessica in nothing more than a bra and underwear before, but seeing her like this, so bare and vulnerable, felt so intimate. She was even more beautiful than you imagined. As your eyes traveled lower, a soft gasp flew past your parted lips seeing the way her pussy glistened as she sat on your hips with her thighs spread. Curiosity got the best of you, and as you reached out to explore, her hand swiftly caught your wrist causing you to whine.

“Jess, I wanna touch you too.”

“You can touch me later, pretty girl. Right now I wanna give you what you asked for. Can I do that?”

“Please.”

Jessica turned her body slightly sideways to drape one of her legs over your hips, and pulled one of your legs up to wrap around her waist, angling your bodies perfectly so that her cunt made contact with yours. As she gave an experimental movement of her hips, both of you hissed in pleasure at the contact of her clit grazing over yours, and you stared up at Jessica in awe as her mouth fell open.

“Oh, fuck.”

She gripped onto your hip tightly, being careful to mind her own strength as she started to rock her hips slowly against yours. It took every ounce of self control to maintain a steady, gentle pace when all she really wanted to do was fuck you through the floor down to the goddamn lobby. She didn’t think sex had ever felt this good and she wasn’t sure if it was being in love that made it feel different, or if it was just you, but she knew for a fact she would never be able to get enough now that she’d had a taste.

“Jess, more…please…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes…yes…I want more.”

Jessica bent over slightly so that she could lean down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, moaning softly into your mouth as the new angle allowed her to rub against you even better. She wrapped her slender fingers around the base of your throat to have something to ground herself, staring deeply into your eyes with parted lips as she moved her hips faster, and grinded down against you harder. Your eyes were blown wide open with exhilaration and your mouth hung open, allowing staggered moans of pleasure and praises of Jessica’s name to fill her bedroom.

She could feel that crest rising within herself, and she desperately wanted you to meet her at the edge of that cliff so that you could jump off together.

“You gonna come for me again, pretty girl?”

“Yes…God, yes…”

“Then come. Let me feel you, baby. Let go with me. Come on, you can do it. That’s…that’s it…just like…oh, just like that, fuck-”

Jessica squeezed her eyes shut when she felt that band within her snap, quickly letting go of your throat to reach out and grab onto the headboard, feeling the wood splinter under the force of her strength as a loud moan of your name ripped from her chest. She continued to fuck you roughly as cacophonous sounds of your intermixed cries of pleasure echoed throughout her apartment, moving her hips swiftly to help you ride out your second wave, and collapsing on top of your chest once the both of you were entirely spent.

Nuzzling her face into your neck, she hummed softly when she felt your fingers delicately moving through her dark hair, cradling onto the back of her neck as a soft giggle ruptured the silence.

“Wow.”

Jessica chuckled as she reluctantly pulled back so that she could see your face, arching one of her dark brows as she grinned down at you.

“Not bad for your first time.”

“I had a good teacher.”

Jessica felt like she was up in the fucking clouds as she gazed at you in pure adoration, bringing her hand up to gently cup your face as she pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Thank you for letting me be your first, and trusting me.”

“Thank you for being my first, and…well…for all of that.”

A rosy blush dusted over your cheeks as a shy smile covered your lips, and Jessica smirked as she leaned in to nuzzle her nose against yours.

“Anything for you.”

Letting out a sigh of complete content, you gazed up into Jessica’s eyes as you tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“I love you, Jessica Jones.”

Jessica fought the lump that threatened to form in her throat and the tears that began to build in the corners of her eyes, pulling her mouth into a tender smile as her heart expanded to fill the entirety of her ribcage.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

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Having the Hard Conversations… ~Mentor!Soft!Jeri Hogarth xFem Plutonic!CollegeStudent!Reader

Summary— Established plutonic relationship between Jeri and Reader, the two have tea and fancy pastry cakes together every Sunday. Reader is in college, Jeri took Reader under her wing and is a kind of mentor/aunt/mother to Reader. Then Jeri was diagnosed with ALS, and now Reader does her best to take care of Jeri…

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Warnings: talk of death, talk of ALS, denial, angst, little fluff, plutonic relationship, soft relationships, comforting, caring and loving, ignorance, deflection, unhappy ending, etc.

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You poured the herbal tea in the two respective tea cups for herself and for Jeri. As she did so, the older woman pulled out her fancy bag of ordered pastries. It was tradition for the two of them to have tea and cakes every Sunday at 2pm at Jeri’s classy apartment. You sat down at the dining table with a light sigh, handing the other woman her hot tea cup.

“So… How was your week…?”

“Oh it was… the usual…”

“Mmmmm… How did you spend it…? Get enough rest…?”

“Spent the better portion of it cleaning and meal prepping, when I wasn’t working that is... What about you, sweetheart?”

You smiled. You always appreciated her little pet names, but that’s not what you had meant. You wanted to know how Jeri was feeling, how she was doing healthwise. Jeri had recently been under the weather, more than was expected. But you would never outright call the older woman out for evading your question like that. Jeri took a sip of her tea, her eyes and nose crinkling lightly as she gave you a tight and slightly warm smile, a smile that was only reserved to those closest to the ruthless lawyer.

“That is good to hear. I’m alright…”

“Busy with college I’d imagine, you busy bee…!”

You smiled lightly, sipping her hot tea a little.

“Mmmmmm busy busy… But really, you’re doing well…? Not overworking yourself? You’ve got your birthday coming up…”

“Yes, next weekend… And I am just thriving…!” Jeri exclaimed with a sarcastic smile.

“That’s good.” You chuckled dryly.

You eyed Jeri, then took a sip of your tea and a small bite of a cake. The lengthened gaze spoke volumes, the said unsaid. So much so that Jeri sighed, finally getting to the topic which you had been prompting the older woman to discuss.

“Wel…l I had my three month check in with the doctor this past Monday…”

You sat up fully at these words, putting your tea cup down on the lavish, stone table. Your eyes and ears were wide open.

“And…?”

“He said… I’m doing well considering…”

Yeah, you’re alive, obviously… you thought but chose not to say.

“but he didn’t say anything timewise…”

“He didn’t say anything…?” You breathed out slowly, trying to remain calm and gentle in your expression and tone, as the lump in your throat and the pit in your stomach grew.

“Yea, I didn’t want to hear it. All that negative energy and stuff… Oh and we got the results of the bloodwork and the scans… He said that it spread… to a couple places, I won’t bore you with the details…” the older woman rambled, while waving off the last as if it were nothing.

Silence took the room for a beat. Jeri couldn’t meet your gaze. Suddenly the deep purple walls of her apartment and the intricate designs on her tea cup looked particularly fascinating to the older woman. It had been two years since Jeri had been disgnosed… Honestly, it was a miracle that the older woman was alive at all, let alone sitting with you in her lavish and expansive apartment, having tea and cakes. You drew a breath, trying to stuff down the nausea and unease, and asked the dreaded question,

“But he didn’t tell you how long you have…?”

“Well no… But he did say that I’d have bloodwork and more x-rays soon…!”Jeri chirped, glossing over her answer as her face swiftly and lightly brightened at the positive note.

You couldn’t stop the sigh which erupted from her chest, but she did stop and formulate her next words carefully.

“That’s good… It’s nice to have a plan forward. More bloodwork and x-rays sound good. What are the x-rays supposed to help see exactly…? Did your doctor mention when you’ll have your next scan…?”

“Yea! So I get bloodwork done in another two weeks, and then the x-rays in a month… The blood results should show how the new treatment that he’s gonna put me on is gonna work… and the x-rays…” Jeri took a pause, “the x-rays are kinda useless… but he said that they will determine whether I get any future scans.”

You couldn’t understand how Jeri was saying all of this with such a positive disposition. The older woman was not a naturally positive person… This new disposition felt forced, and that broke your heart. Jeri was just babbling along about her impending death, giggling and eating cakes as if she was planning a party. You fidgeted with her tea cup, taking an anxious sip.

“I see… and he mentioned a new treatment plan…? That makes sense, if the chemo didn’t do enough to stop it, exploring new avenues and treatments could be fruitful…” You breathed out, not even bothering to attempt to touch upon the absurdity of the x-rays being useless yet also determining any future scans.

You took a sip of her tea, nodding with a hum in response. A shaky sigh slipped past your lips as you were having to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Mhmmmm yes. He said that he’s going to take me off of chemo and on this new, experimental gene treatment therapy”

You visibly cringed a little too much for your liking at the sound of new and experimental.

“Well I am glad to hear that you are putting such a positive spin on this. I think that’s very mature of you, and I support you no matter what.” You partially lied through her teeth, except for the last statement, That was a fundamental truth.

Jeri smiled, her eyes twinkling in the afternoon sun with a shimmer of vulnerability, and reached out to lovingly squeeze your shoulder.

“And this is why I told you. Everyone else whom I attempt to talk to about this… All they do is freak out… or they get all emotional on me or they cry…or all of the above…” Jeri breathed out, her loving gaze meeting your faltering one.

You bit her tongue and merely nodded lightly.

“Of course…” you said through gritted teeth.

Jeri really appreciated how you were always so supportive, while remaining reserved and neutral. She didn’t have the energy for those who constantly reminded her of the sadness and of her impending death. Hell, she reminded herself of that enough already.

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