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The Devil Always Gets What He Wants…

A/N: God that fucking smirk jdkJfkejfkshfjwndkdj

This is my first posted smut, enjoy I hope?

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Word Count: 6,285

Summary:

Reader hasn’t had sex in a while, rants to her friends in their office which just so happens to be Foggy and Nelson’s about stress, wanting sex, and a crush on the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. However the Devil has been a bit obsessed with our reader for a while now and after being mistreated and taken for granted by this city for so long, he figures why not just take what he wants for once… after all he deserves something nice and sweet for himself right?

Pairing: Fem reader x Daredevil/Matt Murdock

⚠️ MINORS DNI⚠️

Possible Content Warnings: Rough sex, angry sex? Mean Matt! Mean Daredevil! Dirty talk, crying, degrading, unprotected vaginal sex, F receiving oral, stalking, lots of dirty talk(come on it’s Matt), obsession, drinking(but not drunk when we get to the fun stuff), spanking, pet names (bunny, angel, baby), choking, very brief mention of knife play, dubcon/noncon a bit…? It’s a mess…(If i left anything out let me know!)

Also I am not responsible for your media consumption, warnings are up, once you continue on from here it’s all on you!

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The Devil Gets What He Wants

You were closing up the shelter again, another long ass day at the workplace. You couldn’t help but be a bit annoyed. Your shit boss couldn’t put more than two people to cover an entire day? You had to work overtime for the fourth time this week. You heard the dogs suddenly bark loudly, You snapped your head toward the animals in their kennels, “hey hey what’s up guys?” You couldn’t help but frown, you had thought the random barking had stopped, you’ve done so much training.

All have been walked, played with, had check ups and eaten today. As much as you loved the little fur babies they were too much all at once so you were happy to leave for now. You knew by tomorrow you’d miss them all over again, you’re finally getting your two days off. Two days where you run your errands, pay bills, check on family and friends, clean your small ass apartment and pretend you’re holding it all together when you’re really barely scraping by. No time for you. No time for relaxation, or sex, love, partying.

God you missed sex.

The last time you had sex was last year, it’s November so put that together. Thanks to the new job and strong lack of a social life, you haven’t had any new lovers. That’s New York I guess, place so full of people and you can’t find one for you. Not even one to give you a good fuck.

Your phone buzzed right as you locked up, shit I forgot to kiss Charlie by. Charlie has been at the shelter over a year, he’s an older gentlemen, a kind pit bull with such a sweet heart, but he has some scars that people just can’t see past. Lucky you, you have an apartment that doesn’t allow dogs.

“Oh hey Foggy, how are ya?” You smiled as you answered, walking to your place. “Good. Hey I called to see if you’re busy tomorrow actually. Karen and I could really use a fresh eye on this case.” He explained and you nodded as if he could see you. “Mmm yeah I’ll come by, what time? I can bring some coffee if you guys want?” “Oh yes! You’re amazing! Any time after 9 works great.” He sounds overly excited and cheerful and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Alright I’ll see ya then dork!” You couldn’t help but giggle a bit again.

“Almost there.” You mumbled to yourself as you heard your foot steps echo, you felt off. Something was horribly wrong. New York is never quiet.

As you were entering the code to let yourself into your building , you felt eyes on you. You glanced back as your fingers brushed the door handle just to check, and a figure across the street was there. You could feel them, and something told you they could feel you too. “You get a kick out of watching ladies walk home or somethin’?” You shouted with annoyance. The pervs in New York…

Whoever it was didn’t budge so you went on in anyways. Making sure to immediately shut the door behind you, not wanting to welcome the figure in. It wasn’t the first time you’ve been possibly followed or watched, but nothing more than a cat call has actually happened.

Immediately you collapsed on your bed, enjoying the comfort of the full size mattress, best size you could afford and fit into the small space. You fell asleep and dreamt of the night you met the masked man in Hell’s Kitchen. The one time it was more than a cat call. You liked to try and force the events from your mind, random drunk guys on the street cornered you in some alley, you thought the unspeakable would happen, but they didn’t get a chance to set one finger on you as the devil himself appeared.

“Are you alright?” He asked and something about him seemed familiar. You longingly stared at the man as you trembled a bit still, it was many months ago, but his voice was fresh in your mind. “I’m alright, thanks.” You barely mumbled, you were stunned. Happy to be saved, just so much so fast, hell you were just headed home from a shit bar where you were just with your friends…

You stood before the man with horns in awe, he cocked his head to the side. Why was he so familiar? You wondered if he wondered the same.

Your blaring alarm woke you up, how could a dream so short be so long? You rubbed your eyes, it was barely six in the morning. You groaned annoyed at the fact that you left your work alarm on. Past you, you dumb cunt.

In the long run, you were grateful for that early wake up call. You had time to read, clean a bit, shower, shave, pluck some out of place eyebrow hairs, do a bit of makeup, pick a hell of an outfit and rub sweet sweet body butter onto yourself. You were thriving! Today was going to be great, you could feel it.

It was only 8:45 when you left but you wanted a head start to get some coffee and maybe show up a minute early or so. You stopped at your favorite coffee spot, getting three of the drinks, only a couple minutes of a walk to their office. Nelson & Murdock, however you never see much of Murdock. You’ve met the man on many occasions, he’s a cocky sarcastic fucker. You like it, but you’d never let him know that. He has quite the charm…

“Oh, hi Matt, I was expecting Foggy.” You were taken back as Mr. Murdock himself stood in front you, you had to knock a couple times. You almost thought you were too early, you looked at the clock and it was 8:55, where the hell is he? You can’t be alone with this man right now…

“Ms. Y/L/N, how are you? It’s been a while.” That cocky grin appeared on his face making you bite your lip. “I’m good Matthew thank you for asking. Where’s Foggy and Karen?” You asked as you sat the coffee down on a nearby counter. “WE ARE HAPPY TO SERVE YOU” yellow letters screamed at you. “Should be here any minute, I didn’t know you were coming by.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, always has something to smirk about. “I didn’t know you’d be here either, I only brought three coffees. You could definitely have mine though.” You were going to play it nice. Maybe Matt and I don’t have to hate each other. “I mean this is my office.” He sarcastically replies. Okay maybe we do have to hate each other. The thought crossed your mind. He walked over to you, inches from you. His chest hit yours, torsos brushing…

“Thanks for the coffee.” He smiled and reached right past you for a cup, walking off. Tease. The word angrily came to your mind. Wait how did he know where it was…

Before you could ask Foggy came in, thank god! “Oh you’re here already great!” He smiled and grabbed a cup of the hot liquid. “So we have this case and-,” as Foggy continued, you tried to pay attention but the way you felt that almost being watched feeling returned. It was coming from Matt though…

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“Oh yes one hundred percent!” You instantly answered slamming your hand on the desk gently. After going over their case, Karen, Foggy, Matt and you had some drinks all at Foggy’s desk. Foggy choked on his drink and Matt chuckled, “oh what? If this was some hot woman dressed in some sexy super hero type suit you wouldn’t wonder damn what are you like in the sheets?” You asked outraged they could disagree.

“I just asked if you’d ever sleep with some stranger who fights crime in a leather suit and with no hesitation you said yes.” Karen giggled summarizing the new topic oddly. “Okay well first off, hot stranger, and sexy leather suit.” You corrected her with a giggle as you took another sip of your drink. “Okay you two, come on really? If you were a woman, you wouldn’t?” You were astounded they could disagree. “I don’t think I could ever come back to this office after that.” Foggy said shaking his head with a smile, making Matt laugh softly. You assumed he meant due to the devil of Hell’s Kitchen and his illegal activities, of course a lawyer would avoid such drama. Little did you know he just didn’t want to fuck his best friend…

“I’m just saying no questions asked, him, me, rough sex. ANYTIME.” You emphasized your previous statement. Karen and you talked about your interest in the masked man. She didn’t think you were serious. “Look, this man could spit on me, choke me, slap me, spank me, bruise my insides and I would pray to God to let him do it all over again and thank him for every second.” You said shrugging your shoulders. Okay maybe I can’t hold my liquor too well. Foggy took away my glass, “you’re done for the night.” He laughed shaking his head.

You looked over at Matt and his slightly pink cheeks, lip between his teeth with a grin on his face. What’s he smiling about? “Yeah you’re past done Y/N.” Karen giggled a bit as she finished her own drink. “Aw you guys are no fun!” You rolled your eyes and pouted a bit. “Okay okay, we need to get you laid girl. Why not try a dating app? I heard people hook up all the time using those.” You cringed instantly at Karen’s words. “Ew, I don’t want to do stuff with a stranger.”

Foggy immediately erupted into laughter, “you see the irony in that, due to your previous statements right?” “That’s different. There’s something so sexy about that man, I’d lick the blood off his lip, for the devil he looked like a damn angel, a heroic one. He had quite the ass on him! Ou! I didn’t mention that the first time! It’s all round and plump! Yeah definitely would let him hit, he’s probably HUNG, but even after a year of no sex I’d make him fit.” “Okay!” Karen sat up grabbing my hand. “That’s enough talking from you.” She smiled and shook her head. Your head was a bit dizzy but you meant what you were saying, you think, yeah, you did.

“Let’s walk you home. I should get going to.” Karen said looking over at the clock. Matt and Foggy stopped their loud chuckling and cackling and also stood up getting ready to go. “We should get going to.” Matt said and grabbed his cane.

You shivered a bit as you stepped out the door, your skirt doing nothing to keep you warm. “I’ll walk with you, we live like a block from each other anyways.” Karen said as we got outside. The wind blowing through your thin low cut blouse, damn the revealing clothing thing was dumb. It’s freezing tonight.

After some brief small talk, we all were finally making our separate ways. You gave Foggy a small peck on the cheek and a hug, “bye Foggs.” You smiled and poked his nose. You hugged Matt, arms around his neck, leaning to the cocky fella’s ear and whispered a “Bye Matty.” Pecking his neck right below his ear with a smile after as you looked at his surprised face. Lips parted ever so slightly, and just like that Karen and you begun your walk home.

“Wow, a whole year without sex. I can’t imagine.” Karen said still stunned by the fact you let slip earlier. “Ugh I know!” You groaned at the thought, sad at remembering yet again that streak goes on. “Maybe your mystery man can help you, I mean he’s out at night right?” She joked gesturing to the night sky. “God I wish!” You laughed obnoxiously as you couldn’t help it. The alcohol still in your system.

“Bye hun.” You murmured as you pecked her cheek, you were right in front of her building. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Karen’s worried tone laced with the question. “Yes, I walk home from work all the time. I promise I’ll be just fine.” You assured the taller woman with a nod. “Okay,” she said hesitantly. “Just call me immediately!” She gently demanded and you nodded again. “Yes mom!” You rolled your eyes and made sure she got inside safe before fully turning the corner heading home.

You hummed along to the song playing in your head, only a couple minutes away. You were speed walking, well as fast as the heels on your feet would let you. “Hey ma! Ma! Come on I don’t bite!” A man in some group shouted, that’s when you really started to pick up the pace. Fuck, no.

The night was feeling too familiar, you could see your apartment building now. Rushing in, closing the glass door behind you, that figure across the street. You could tell it wasn’t those men, same feeling as yesterday… You could feel one another’s presence. So similar yet so different from being watched.

You shook your head, heading up to your apartment. The stairwell was at least empty, the people in the building all seemed reasonable. “Home sweet home!” You cheered to yourself as you threw the heels off instantly, they were Hell after a few hours. You walked over to your fridge grabbing yourself a glass of water, and headed to your room. Fuck this apartment was cold, you froze. Your window was open…

Something so unlike you and so careless, how, when even? You shook your head, shutting the glass and locking it. Looking out, not the best view of the city but it was still a damn good one. You sipped the water as you looked out at the lights all over, bringing the city to life. Then you saw something, someone, the masked figure right in front of you, what the fuck…

The realization hit the window was acting as a mirror and you dropped your glass, shattering near your feet as you gasped in fear. He’s in your house… A hand covered your mouth and you stared at the figure behind you in horror. “Hi Angel, Are you alright?” Those all too familiar words repeated and you heart dropped. He remembered you?

“Missed you,” he pulled you around to face him. His figure towering over your small frame. “W-what?” Was all you could muster. What the fuck is happening? Why is he here? What does he want? “I can hear that little heart of yours pounding, like a little scared bunny. Are you scared of me?” The man asked, stepping ever closer to you. Hand wrapping around my throat, not squeezing but just, present. You let out a small gasp and felt your eyes water. Why is this happening to you?

“You should be scared bunny, you want the devil. You got him.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. Warm breath on your neck sending shivers down my spine. I felt the place between my thighs dampen, Jesus am I really getting turned on by this. “What, what are you talking about? What do you want?” You asked shaking your head, leaning back, trying not to take a step, afraid of the broken glass on the floor.

“I hear everything Angel. Like you wanting, this.” He smiled as he wrapped his hand firmly around my throat, pulling you toward him on your tip toes. A small moan slipped from your throat, You didn’t mean for it to but it did. His smile only grew at that. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me tonight okay Y/N?” Presented as a question but his tone made it so clear it was a demand. Yet again that voice was so familiar, especially when he said your name… How would he even know it?

“I’ve been observing you.” He spoke as he pulled you back, and pushed you down onto your bed. “Alone all the time, overworked, stressed, tired, horny… You need this just as much as I do Angel.” He leaned over you, large body engulfing your frame. “I don’t know what you heard, b-but I was drunk- and I just- no. Please just leave.” You nearly whined at how roughly he grabbed your cheeks. “Stop lying, I hate liars. You’re all so bad at it, and Y/N you’re the worst. Such a good girl, your lying is just pitiful.” He practically spits those last words at you, such anger.

“Now, don’t make me do things here the hard way baby. Lie back, I can smell how much you want this. That little cunt of yours has been dripping all day long, let me take care of that for you.” Your eyes widened, he’s been “observing” you all day? How have you not noticed? How does he know so much?

With your skirt already riding up your thighs, he just rips the thin lace clean off you, your skin burning at the feeling. You gasped and whimpered at the roughness. “Please sir.” You couldn’t help but whine as the strange man kissed your inner thigh, giving it a small lick. Suddenly your thighs were gripped harshly, body pulled to the edge of your bed. His fingers digging into your skin, ensuring bruises by tomorrow morning. You gasped as his tongue dived between your lips and against your clit, his facial hair scratching around your sensitive area.

Only a couple licks in and you were a whining mess for the man between your thighs. He lapped his tongue at your clit with such speed and precision it made your eyes roll. Your moans turned into screams in pleasure fast as he worked the most sensitive part of your clit, one hand disappeared from your thigh. Only to appear between your legs, a finger at your opening. The areas so sensitive having not been touched in so long. Hell you didn’t even have the time yourself. Now the devil himself is devouring you and your most sensitive areas. You gasped as one of his thick rough fingers entered your soaked hole, that welcomed him with ease with how much you were dripping for him. A complete stranger. He nearly smiled as he ate your pussy, he had you such a mess so soon. That smell of yours was nearly overwhelming for him, not to mention the sweet sweet taste. He groaned, he couldn’t get enough.

So suddenly he sucked harshly at your clit making you cry out in pleasure, thighs clenching around his head. You whined when one of the horns on his helmet pricked your inner thigh. The pain disappeared immediately as he began his torturous licking again. Another finger pushed into you making you whimper and moan. “I’m gonna cum!” You practically screamed as your thighs began to shake. He smiled and paused for a split second, “cum bunny.” The two words were more than what you needed to let go as he worked those thick long fingers inside you, tongue matching that fast speed on your bundle of nerves.

You’ve came before, but never like this. Your whole body trembled harshly, vision blurred as tears flew from your eyes and you screamed horrendously as he continued to devour your sweet pussy. In love with your taste. “P-please.” You begged at the overwhelming pleasure. After one more light suck on your clit, he removed his mouth and fingers. “Fuck Angel, you taste like Heaven.” He smiled evilly at you, you stared in awe at his plump lips, chin dripping with your wetness and his spit.

He leaned forward, hovering over you, lips centimeters from yours. His breath gently falling over your lips, you stared at his waiting patiently. He closed the distance instantly, his soft lips on yours. Unlike his soft lips the kiss was rough, passionate, needy. The taste of you so prominent in his mouth as your tongues explored one another’s. He couldn’t get enough at that fruity sweet taste in yours. Everything about you was so sweet to him. He groaned into the kiss throwing his head back a bit as his hard cock brushed your thigh. “Please sir.” You whined, that aching feeling between your thighs was so prominent. “I want to see you.” The desperation in your voice was so prominent you hated yourself for it, but in the moment you didn’t care very much.

“Maybe once I’m inside you.” The words left his mouth with such promise in them. You almost gulped as you shut your thighs nervously, sitting up more and biting your lip staring into the red where his eyes would be. “Why do you want to see me? What if I’m someone you know?” The man asked as he gently gripped your chin. “You really wanna see the man that just ate that pretty little pussy out to it’s limit?” The cockiness this man had…. he wasn’t wrong. You could tell he knew it by the confidence he had.

“I don’t care. I just want to feel you, touch you, please.” You begged and spread your thighs again, he smiled at this, biting that bottom lip of his. “If you insist.” He grins, licking his lip, undoing his belt. You watch in excitement in awe, he noticed this as your heart beat quickens. “Excited are you now Angel?” He cocks his head at you, as he pulls down the leather pants and his boxers along with it. You watch as his v line appears more and more until his cock is in front of your face. The pink throbbing tip leaking precum. Panic raises through you as you realize his size, his girth alone was more than you were used to, but his length, how on earth would it fit? Your eyes were wide with surprise, you figured the man would be big, based on his confidence and actions. I mean a crime fighter has got to have some big balls to do what they do, but damn you didn’t expect this. “Nervous Angel?” His smile still plastered on his cocky fucking face. God he really reminded you of someone…. someone annoying. “I can hear your heart racing, too big for you?” The grin on his face didnt falter for a moment, but his tone was darker. Almost getting to that angry sounding one he had earlier…

“Do I have to take you the hard way or are you gonna lay back down and let me fuck you baby.” Though worded like a question it was yet again another demand. You shook a bit in fear, laying down and he climbed on top of you, kissing your lips, you shut your eyes, enjoying the feeling. Letting yourself forget what’s to come.

His lips traveled down to your neck, and you felt his cock rub your soaked pussy. “Mmm.” You moaned trying to hold back the sound. He clearly heard it, that fucking smile still there as he to your surprise ripped your blouse in half, the fabric tossed to the side instantly as he kisses down your chest, going to your nipples. Sucking and biting harshly at the sensitive buds. You became a whiney mess for him all over again. He sucked marks all into your flesh, making you his.

His tip brushed your hole and you squeaked. “I don’t know if I can do thi-.” You started but he just began to push in. “You wished for it baby,” he began and groaned as he continued to slowly push himself in. “When talking to Karen on the walk home, when she said I always come out at night. Then you said you’d one hundred percent fuck me Angel, remember? In the office?” He spoke driving you insane as your brain scrambled but couldn’t focus as he continued to push his huge dick inside of you. Stretching you perfectly to fit him, all of him if possible. Your wetness making it easier for him to slide himself in, but your tight grip ever so slightly making him have to force himself in. Your tight walls gripped him unforgivingly. “Ah fuck.” He groaned as you were just a broken whimpering mess under him.

“Think, use that big dumb brain, you know me Angel. Who am I?” The voice was so familiar but you couldn’t think even a little bit as his cock started to hit some amazing spots inside you. Your eyes fluttering as your mouth was gaped open in utter pleasure.

“Mmm fuck.” You moaned instead of an actual response. “Damn baby I’m not even all the way in and you’re already cock drunk.” You could hear the grin in his voice yet again. Your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “Ugh please stop.” You whined knowing damn well you didn’t want him to stop one bit. The humiliation was kicking in a bit. He reminded you, he was a stranger. “Letting some strange man into you, naughty girl.” He groaned and suddenly, you felt so incredibly full, he was fully in. Well all that fit, maybe an inch or so wasn’t in.

“So fucking tight Y/N.” He groaned throwing his head back. His hair falling in front of his face. Wait his hair? Your eyes widened a bit again and you realized the mask was off. He moved his head back down and your eyes met with Matthew fucking Murdock. The sarcastic entitled cocky blind man, who is also a super sexy cocky entitled crime fighter… who you had no clue was blind…

Matt noticed you noticed by the way your pussy drooled around him, getting wetter, sucking him in deeper, clenching around him. You both moaned at that, “M-matt?” You said confused but angry, very turned on but hoping he wouldn’t notice that, but of course he did. He knew who you really were, all this time. A feeling of betrayal creeping in. It didn’t last as his hips started to move. “Matt, your practical enemy balls deep inside you baby, how do you like it?” His cocky voice taunted in your ear. You couldn’t answer as he started to really fuck you, thrusting his hips into yours with such strength and speed. Not even adjusted to his size he began to pound into you before you could even really react to finding out the identity of your once hero, who’s a fucking villain.

“Matthew, fuck, stop it. This is, wrong.” You moaned out between thrusts as your arms wrapped around his neck, looking for something to hold onto. “I told you I hate liars Angel.” He growled and shoved himself fully inside you again, slamming into a spot so deep in you that made you see stars. “Matt! Stop it!” You yelped and slammed your hands on his shoulders, digging your nails into the leather. Your walls spasmed a bit around him, he also or couldn’t believe he finally was inside the tight wet walls he could only ever imagine.

Matt Murdock was a good man, had a nice job, nice apartment, helped nice people, but it came at a price for him. Where was the love for the masked man who saved his city? Who loved his city so much he took one beating after the other, saving more people than he could keep track of. However one night he saved a woman in an alley, he recognized her smell, her voice, the way her heart beat… it was you. Matt had spent so much wasted time flirting with you hoping to maybe take you back home, he wanted something sweet and nice for himself. Was that so wrong? He could smell you all the time you were around, that scent between your thighs all for him. He knew his words always got you worked up, that’s why he continued to say them. Although no matter how hard the man tried you didn’t budge, Hell’s Kitchens devil had enough. He was going to take what’s his. After all, he deserved it after everything he’s done.

Something inside him as the lies continued to slip from your mouth, snapped.

You could feel the change in the air, around him, the sweet kind justice fighting lawyer, wasn’t there. This was who you fell for in the alley that night, the angry rage filled crime fighting devil. “You wished for this Angel, don’t forget it.” His voice filled with venom as he grabbed your thighs, hooking his arms around your legs, your body moving impossibly closer to his.

He continued to thrust harshly into your sensitive hole, as hard and as fast as he fucking pleased. Listening to the sweet sounds you made for him, the moans, whines, whimpers. Your rapid breaths and pounding heart, you tried to muffle your moans with your hands. “Don’t make me tie you up.” Your pussy denied your mind and was on the opposite page as you clenched around him at those words. “You’d like that hmm?” He groaned and picked up his pace a bit. “Maybe next time.” Your eyes widened at that, this would happen again?

Suddenly you were flipped around onto your stomach by the man in red. “Wanna take you from behind bunny, I’ve always loved this ass of yours.” Matt practically moaned out in ecstasy as his hands groped your ass harshly, his senses trying to not get overwhelmed by you, the scent of your pussy filling his nose like it never has before, dripping for him like there’s no tomorrow. Your sounds you made for him as he touched you in any way was something he never realized how badly he needed, like the most amazing music to his ears. Not to mention the feeling of you, all of you. His hands could never get enough, he needed more always. “Please Matthew-.” His chuckle interrupting you. “Oh baby, you can save whatever lie you’re going to tell,” he spoke as you assumed he was undressing himself from the sounds of movement and a zipper. “The devil stops at nothing Angel.” He remarked, chest against your back as he whispered the words right into your ear. “Now be a good girl and let out all those pretty little sounds for me.” As soon as those words left his mouth, Matt slid back into you, stretching you right back open for him.

“Fuck!” You cried out at the stretch all over again, he felt ever bigger at this angle making you whine. The groan he let out was God sent. His hips met your ass, hands firmly grabbing your waist as he begun to fuck roughly into you. “Mmm such a good girl, taking me so well.” He moaned out as he bottomed in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.

His body had such strength and force you could barely hold yourself up, but he was mainly doing it for you, pulling you back to meet his hips as you sobbed into your sheets in such extreme pleasure, never feeling anything quite like this. You loved to be man handled but never met a man who could do so, you guess the devil would be more than manly enough…

Your jaw couldn’t even shut as you all you did was moan helplessly on Matt’s huge cock. “Fuck me!” You cried out as he relentlessly pounded that spot inside you. “That’s what I’m doing sweetheart.” The cocky mouth of his remarked as he smacked your ass, making you gasp. That was definitely going to leave a mark, not that Matt cared. He was only getting more turned on by the thought of marking you as his. He couldn’t wait to do it from the inside out. He was getting close, twitching at the thought of finally releasing inside of you.

“Matty please!” You mewled and that did something to him. You were pleading for more… and he would stop at nothing to give that to you. However you know how Matt is, cocky and an asshole. He couldn’t just give it to you. No, you’d have to earn it.

“Beg.” Matt demanded. Taking you by surprise. Was he serious? He slowed down, but fucked you hard and slow, driving you wild. You couldn’t think very straight at the new pace and strength he was using, too cock drunk off him. “Come on baby, use your words. Tell me what you want.” The demand was much more firm as he dug his fingers deeper into the flesh of your hips. “P-please fuck me harder Matty! Please ugh! I’ll be so good.” You begged and pleaded as you gripped at your sheets with your eyes shut, tears had just poured from them and they stung. However that didn’t matter as he grabbed your skirt with such force, using it as handlebars as he railed into you harder. You didn’t think such speed and strength was possible. Leave it to Matt Murdock to prove you wrong.

“Matty! Fuck s’good!” You cried out as the brunette gave you everything you could possibly need and more in a fuck. You saw more than stars, hell this man made you see and feel a universe with the pleasure he made you feel. Another smack surprised you on your ass, “tell me how good it feels baby.” You could hear it in his voice he was close to. “I-Mmm, Oh God!” You couldn’t even form a proper sentence he had you so blissed out. “God? Quite the opposite actually Angel, now tell me how good I’m making you feel.” He pushed down on your back, arching you more so he could pound that spot in you harder. You damn near screamed in shock and pleasure, “Feels so fucking good Matty! I’m gonna cum!” Your legs trembled and body shook as he got a little sloppy, reaching down rubbing your clit, hovering his body over yours, kissing your shoulder and neck as he groaned in you ear as you gripped all around his cock. Creaming all over his well endowed self.

“Ah fuck Y/N!” He bit down on your shoulder and his hips slammed fully back to yours, stilling inside you as he filled you with his cum. Painting your insides with himself, finally marking you as his. You let out a small moan at the feeling. He stood up after a little while of lying there, enjoying the feeling, coming down from his high. You slowly leaned up, groaning as your body ached, especially between your thighs. “Matty huh?” He broke the silence, warmth crept to your cheeks. “Has a nice ring to it when you use it.” He said as he started to get dressed, the leather was surprisingly not very hard for him to put on.

“Well don’t get used to it Murdock.” You remarked and tried not to stare at his beautiful upper half as he had his pants back on, sadly. The scars and bruises littering his pale skin made you sadden, but oddly turned on. It complimented him well. “I can smell you getting wetter.” The words made you shut your thighs together and more blood rush to your cheeks. “Sorry.” Was all you knew to say, feeling shy and awkward now.

“Don’t be, I like it.” He said gently grabbing your chin, back to himself it seemed. “Of course you do.” You laughed a bit rolling your eyes as you stood up, ready to get dressed. “Well, I’m sure you can let yourself out the same way you came in.” You stated and started to get dressed, into some more comfortable clothes of course. God knows that outfit is trash now thanks to the man in red. You slid out of your stretched out skirt and glanced over at the shredded material which was once a shirt.

“I bet you’re a sight for sore eyes.” He said standing right behind you, the feeling all too familiar. It gave you butterflies…

“Yeah thanks a lot.” You rolled your eyes, catching a glimpse of the hickeys, bruises and spank markings he left on your body. “You’re welcome, sorry I couldn’t throw cuts in. I know you would’ve like that.” He said, lips brushing your neck as he kissed at the sensitive flesh. “Don’t start, I’m way too sore.” You pleaded with him, trying to ignore his touch as you grabbed some old over sized flannel to cover you up a bit.

“Fine, but this continues at my place.” Matt’s evil smile returned making your eyes widen. “W-what?” You turned to face him but were met with sleep instead. “All mine now Angel.” You heard right as the dark fully consumed you, you were the devil’s toy, his play thing now. When he wants something, he gets it. And he wants you.

Part Two here!

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rafeblogcabpa · 2 years

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📢 Quick PSA on my art/reposting

═════════•°• •°•═════════ Hey everyone, I didn’t think I would actually have to do this but here I am. I would like to just clear a few things up here and just move on because dealing with this again is rather bothersome as I personally have better things to do than this.

First off, I would like to make it very clear that I do not mind my art being reposted on certain platforms (i.e. Instagram, Tumblr, Wattpad..) as long as there is PROPER CREDITING and NO changes to the actual art piece (i.e. distorting/removing my watermark/signature, editing/altering my art in any way, covering up parts of the art..) You also need to ask permission BEFORE POSTING. ALWAYS.

The issue I have come across lately and have in the past, is people screenshotting or saving my artwork and posting it anywhere they want without my permission or giving me credit. I do not like it when people do this and it is quite literally stealing my artwork. It is not appreciated by anyone in the art community. Just last night I was informed about a user on Instagram that goes by “Cupheadofficial__” who has been doing just this and with other artist’s work as well as my own. If you want to check out the post providing screenshots of the stolen work go visit it here.

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“What is considered proper credit?”

✧ A clear mention of who the artist is, and a link to the artist’s profile/social media. Don’t claim the art as your own.

“What about comic translations?”

✧ I welcome translators! I actually love it that people are that invested in putting the time and effort to translate things I have made so others can enjoy it as well. Just as long as they ask permission and get the “Okay” from me beforehand. The translations must also be accurate as possible. All of this is alright.

“Can I repost your comic?”

✧ No you may not, unless you are translating it you may not take my comic/art and post it anywhere else unless I say otherwise. My comic is staying on Tumblr unless I decide to move it other places. This includes comic panels and frames from the comic.

“Can I make your art as my profile picture?”

✧ Yeah go for it, you do not need permission from me if you want to make one of my pieces your pfp. Just give me proper credit somewhere on your profile where I and others can see it and don't change up the art.

”Can I use your art as a reference for my own drawing?”

✧ That is a no. I know some of you like using other peoples art as references but you cannot do that with mine. There have just been too many instances where my art gets traced or copied completely.

“What if I see someone else stealing?”

✧ report them. Simple. Though you do not have to, I would appreciate it if you could also inform the artist about the situation. Its highly appreciated!

Alright that's my spiel for now on the matter, stuff like this will not be tolerated here, so thanks for taking the time to read this.

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A Wife for Thor Pt.05

10/28/2020

Preparations

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 6,652

Warnings: angst, slight smut?, language, fluff

A/N: Thank you everyone, for putting up with my emotional ass. After some thought, and when I was feeling better and not so sad (?), I really didn’t wanna make those of you keeping up with the story wait for the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy this one and if you happen to reblog, thank you so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Please DO NOT repost my stories on any other blogs or sites.

REBLOGS are always welcome!

The city is lively with beautiful Asgardians rushing about their daily lives. In the time since it’s completion, New Asgard and its inhabitants have settled into a routine. New lives on a planet now once again full of growth, community interaction, and celebration when the time is right.

“We’ll give you a proper tour tomorrow.” Brunnhilde says, reaching forward to tap the shoulder of the man driving you both. “Stop here.”

“Wait, aren’t you coming with me?” You ask, startled as she throws open the back door of the sleek black sedan.

“No. I have other things to prepare for the wedding and then I have to check in on my Valkyrie. Your escorts will meet you at the shop.” Brunnhilde assures you.

“But-”

“Bye!” She smiles at you and slams the door in your face.

You sit there, confused and at a loss. Your anxiety begins to mount when the driver, a handsome young Asgardian man with long braided black hair, clears his throat and draws your attention to the front.

“Shall I drive on Your Highness?” He asks, glancing in his rearview mirror at you.

“Um…” You’ll never get used to that stupid your highness stuff. “Yes.”

“Very good, Your Highness.”

“Can’t you just call me, Y/N?” You ask, feeling awkward.

“No.” He says, a smile on his face. “I cannot. I can see why his Majesty has chosen you.”

You’re surprised by this statement, and you’re pretty sure it’s insolent maybe? You don’t know because this is all new to you, but you don’t really care either way.

“Why?”

“You don’t remember me?” He asks, as he drives down the street.

As they pass, the Asgardians stop in their walking or talking or errand running to watch you drive by. Some of them smile with excitement, even moving with the car a few steps before stopping.

They’re all dressed normal. Asgardian garb abandoned to fit in on Earth. Not all of them. Some still wear their own clothes. Some of them wear a mixture of both. It’s a mish-mash of two cultures and you understand the need for a human Queen a little more.

“No.” You shake your head, giving the driver your full attention.

“I didn’t think you would.” He admits, smiling still. “You were very nervous when I first drove you up to the palace. Quite literally shaking in your pretty shoes.”

Was he your driver then too?!

“Alas, I understand his Majesty’s choice because you were the only woman that sat in my car and spoke to me. You may not have been aware enough to remember me, but you were very kind. Very concerned about me despite the stress you were in.” He looks in his rearview mirror again, meeting your eyes. “My wife gave birth, by the way.”

“Oh!” Your mind is struck with an unfocused conversation, hazy but you remember the pregnant wife. “I remember!”

You’re way too excited about remembering and the driver chuckles.

“Was it a boy or a girl?” You ask eagerly.

“A girl.” He smiles. “We’ve named her Luta.”

“Congratulations!” You exclaim gently, so happy for him.

“Thank you, Your Highness. I’ll tell my wife you said so.” He promises.

“I’d love to meet her.” You hope, leaning forward to get a better look at the side of his face.

“I’m not sure that will be possible. You’ll be terribly busy, and my wife is also with our little girl.”

“What if I came to pay her a special visit?” You really want to meet her.

“If you could find the time, Your Highness, my wife and I would be happy to receive you.” He smiles.

“I’m sorry if you told me last time we met, but what is your name?”

“Armod, Your Highness.” He tells you, turning down a second and smaller street.

The people are still dense, gathered around stalls and smaller shops as Armod drives a little slower to keep a careful eye on the families attending what must be an early morning market.

You take it in as quickly as you can, devouring the sight of these beautiful people and in return they turn to watch you go by.

They turn to each other, have quick and silent—to you—exchanges before a few of them begin to turn and wave.

Nervous, you wave timidly, smiling because you can’t help it. It isn’t a conscious decision.

The side street is so packed with stalls that it makes it impossible for people to follow the car at the speed it’s going, even reduced.

You’re a little grateful. You don’t want to get mobbed without someone else here to dilute the excitement.

“The people are very excited to see their future Queen.” Armod explains, “Forgive them their exuberance.”

“I hope I don’t disappoint them.”

As the crowd thins out, and Armod pulls the car into a gentle stop, he shakes his head, “Trust me, Your Highness, you won’t.”

Your car door opens. Into your view slides a pale white hand, luxurious suit jacket sleeve barely hiding the equally expensive white button-up underneath.

“Your Highness,” greets a familiar voice.

Taking his hand, Loki pulls you from the car, helping you stand and even reaching down to adjust the long train of your right sleeve.

The dress is sparkling blue, a body-hugging gold silk dress underneath the top sheer voile blue layer on top. The right sleeve is long, ends at your wrist, with a train that flows down at an equal length to that of your skirt. The left side is sleeveless.

You’re nervous about the deep V of your bodice, the scrunched-up shoulders of your dress carefully balanced there but too precarious for your liking.

With he sun out, the chill in the air isn’t so bad, but here in the shade of what must be the bridal shop, you shiver.

“You look lovely.” Loki smiles.

“I look stupid.” You counter, feeling very exposed and not at all pretty with how tight the dress feels.

“Allow me to politely disagree.” Loki takes your hand and leads it around his elbow as become aware of the people gathering around to catch a look at you. “I think the crowd would agree with me.”

“Can we go inside, please?” You beg, waving at the small group as other begin to flock from their spots at distant stalls to join the crowd.

“Of course.” Loki taps your hand then escorts you into the shop.

You relax a little once you’re inside and warm.

A middle-aged looking woman moves towards the two of you, her hand subtly stroking a large fold of crimson fabric on the low center shelf before she reaches you and then dips into a low curtsy before rising and grabbing her hands to hold at chest level.

“Good morning, your Highnesses!” She exclaims, gushing to an embarrassing degree.

“Good morning, Gorm. How are you?” Loki asks politely.

He doesn’t seem truly interested in her answer, but he waits kindly while she flusters with the honor of his polite concern.

“I am much better now that you and our King Thor’s lovely intended have arrived. Such an honor to meet you, Your Highness.” She says, addressing you directly.

“Thank you.” You reply, startled by her a bit. “It’s so great to meet you.”

“Tell me, Gorm, have you received His Majesty’s instructions on the dress we’d like?” Loki checks.

“Oh, yes, Your Highness! I’ve been working non-stop on several options since I received them.” She assures him, gesturing back towards a doorway past a long wooden counter with a modern cash register and signature pad for credit cards.

“Excellent.” Loki smiles. “Now, while I hate to do this to you, love—do you think you can handle a few hours alone with Gorm to do your fitting?”

“You’re leaving?” You ask, once again shocked, just like with Brunnhilde.

“I’m afraid I have several other things to do for the wedding and with the Earth and Asgardian ambassadors eager to have the wedding as soon as possible, I have to take every chance I can get to run these errands. Not like I have anything better to do…” Loki’s voice is slightly bitter, but only for a moment before he taps your hand again. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back long before you’re finished. Gorm doesn’t leave anything to chance with her gowns and this one is the most important one you will wear in your life. We have to get it right, don’t we Gorm?”

Gorm is already nodding, her blonde graying hair flowing like waves across her shoulders as she does. “Oh, yes, Your Highness. I will make sure that not only will the dress fit His Majesty’s expectations, but you too shall feel beautiful and like the dress was made just for you, Your Highness.”

“There you are.” Loki smiles. “I’ll be back.”

He pulls your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles before letting it go and moving towards the door, leaving you and Gorm to stand awkwardly for a few moments after the door shuts behind him.

“Shall we?” She gestures back towards the doorway and since there’s no way to get out of this, you fix her with a nervous smile and nod.

“Yes.” You sigh, and follow her, making sure to hold onto the counter as your round it so that you don’t trip on your train.

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Stomach absolutely growling, you slip your arms through the sleeves of the dress you’ve pretty much settled on.

The past five hours have had you step in and out of two other dresses three times, and this one a total of eight times. Each time so that Gorm can make alterations to length and cut and detail.

It’s surprising to you that this particular dress should need so much maintenance when it’s the simplest of the bunch.

You’d fallen for it almost at first sight but had tried the other two more frilly dresses to appease Gorm since Thor had requested something feminine to counteract the armor you’d be wearing on the day.

Armor you had no idea would be required in your wedding until Gorm explained the necessity for bodices without much flair.

“Alright, Your Highness,” Gorm smiles at you, holding the dress low and open for you to step through. “Once more, and then I think we are done.”

You let her slip the dress over you, layer after layer of smooth satin with one final crepe layer on top. The dress is eggshell white, soft, and easy on the eye.

Some white fabrics nearly burn your retinas, but this one is pleasant to look at.

It stops just around your shoulders, leaving them exposed. The neckline curves down with your bust just a little making the top look like a heart, the point of which is followed all the way down with a line of stitched white buttons.

They’re purely decorative because behind you is where Gorm stands to zip the dress closed.

She closes a small clasp and then folds out the layers of skirt around you.

It’s not as long as the blue dress you wore here today. Simpler and easier to walk in. The sleeves themselves are long, which you appreciate very much in this weather. Every bit of the dress now settles along your curves just right.

“Oh, this was the right choice, I think.” Gorm smiles wide. “You look beautiful, Your Highness. His Majesty is a very lucky man.”

You smile in return, flattered by her words for a moment because you forget that Thor has been with Jane all morning. As you remember, your smile falters then fades as the worries you had this morning come rushing back.

“You don’t like it?” Gorm asks, reaching down to stroke the long and beautiful skirt.

“Oh, no. I love the dress, Gorm. I’m just…worried about His Majesty liking it.” You smile at her, to reassure her. She’s done such amazing work. You might have her make all of your gowns from now on. Unless…?

“Gorm? Were you the one that made the dress I came in wearing today?” You wonder.

“No.” She shakes her head. “I’m afraid I did not have that pleasure.”

“How much of an imposition would it be if I made you my sole dressmaker? His Majesty has bought me some gowns to wear when appropriate, but I don’t feel like they’re my style.”

“Oh, Your Highness! It would be an honor to be your personal dressmaker!” She’s so flustered that she excuses herself and vanishes into the front of the shop to get her water.

You turn your gaze onto yourself in the mirror, all three angles looking back at you.

The dress really is unbelievably beautiful. You would never have thought that this dress and its style would have looked good on you, but it fits around your curves so seamlessly. This dress was literally made for you and it’s very noticeable.

As you turn around one final time, a small chuckle from the doorway pulls your eyes away from your reflection.

“I’m glad to see you haven’t put up such a fight over this.” Loki moves towards you, stopping a few feet away with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You should have seen me wrestle with the other two.” You sigh. “Can we go? I’m so hungry.”

Almost as if on cue, your stomach growls.

“Yes.” Loki nods. “We can go. I’ve got lunch waiting for you back in the palace.”

“Is Thor back?” You hop off the box you’d been standing on, grabbing your skirts and then dropping them to cascade around your legs like a milky waterfall.

Loki’s smile falter. “I’m afraid not. But don’t worry, he’ll be back soon, I’m sure.”

You’re so disappointed you wander away from him into the dressing room to change back into your blue dress without giving him any sort of answer.

He’s got you in the car, your forehead resting against the glass of the window, lost in thoughts of Thor and Jane when he speaks to you again.

“Might I ask you a favor, sister?” He probes gently.

Him calling you his sister makes your stomach tumble.

You have a brother! How can you ever explain this happiness?

“Sure.”

“I hope you don’t find me insolent, but-” He hesitates, thinking about the words he’s about to say hard before he meets your eyes and that seems to strengthen his resolve. “Don’t fall in love with Thor. Not yet. Don’t let him pull you in right away.”

“You think he’ll leave me for Jane?” You wait, watching as Loki thinks through your accusation.

“Not exactly, but yes. I suppose that’s a possibility I hope you can avoid.”

For a few minutes while Armod drives you back to the palace, you say nothing. You consider his request and the honest concern that he seems to have for you.

As Armod pulls into the large multi-car garage at the back of the palace, you turn to Loki and stare sadly.

“I can’t make that promise, Loki.” You shrug. “It’s already too late for that.”

“You love him?” Loki realizes.

“No!” You deny, “Not exactly. I don’t love him yet, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t very fond of him already. He-he kissed me last night.”

Loki’s brow furrows.

“A lot actually. He begged me to try and love him just as he would try to love me. I promised him I would try.” As if you’ll need to try.

You’re already hopelessly possessive over him. Maybe not him as a person, but rather those kisses he gave you. Those are your kisses now. Those thick arms he held you in, those are your arms—your hugs!

And now he might be in the United States giving those very things that are now yours alone to Jane who wouldn’t even marry him?

“It’s too late.” You reiterate, feeling absolutely lost.

“Come on, Your Highness. Let’s get you a late lunch.”

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If there isn’t a trail across your floor after all of the pacing you’ve done today, you’d be surprised.

“This won’t make him come back any faster.” Brunnhilde points out.

“Do I really have to model the wedding dress for him?” You ask, twisting your fingers nervously as you move up and down your room.

“I think it would be good for him.” Brunnhilde explains. “And yes. He won’t see your armor until the day of the wedding, but the dress will help make it more real for him. He needs that. So do you.”

“It’s already real for me Brunnhilde.” You lift your thumb nail to your teeth and nip, like a nervous pup, stopping at the heavy doors of the balcony.

They’ve been thrown open and the chilly air filtering in makes you shiver.

“Hilde.” Brunnhilde corrects, then moves to take a long wine-colored woolen shawl and drapes it over your shoulders as you stare out at the bustling city.

You can hear laughter, lots of merrymaking. The Asgardian people know how to enjoy their free time, but you’ve seen how hard they work too. As a whole. Loki assured you on the way home that there are just as many lazy time wasters among them as there are humans.

“Why are you fretting?” She sits at the desk, staring up at you with curious dark eyes.

“Because he’s been with Jane all day.” You lash out.

It’s not a scream, just pure exasperation. And immediately, you feel sorry.

“I’m sorry.” You sigh, dropping your hand but pulling the shawl around you tighter.

You notice it finally.

“Oh, thank you.” You really feel bad now.

“You’re acting like you’re already in love with him.” She teases, not caring one bit about your little tantrum.

Through the corners of your eyes you look at her, avoiding her piercing look.

“Y/N…?” She wonders, leaning forward to get a better look at you.

“I don’t love him, alright? I just…” You sigh. “No one’s ever kissed me before.”

Your feel your neck and ears burn, scorching with embarrassment as you admit just how much of a maiden she’d found for him.

“So, you really are a virgin?” She gasps, leaning almost her entire body along the desk to look at your face.

You frown at her. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“No.” She hakes her head. “No, not at all. You’re just so…well, you’re beautiful.”

The laugh that slips through your lips is sudden and honest.

You stare at her, shaking your head because you don’t believe her one bit.

“I’m serious!” Hilde assures you, smiling and amused by your reaction. “It’s a little bit of a shame that you haven’t been fawned on before.”

The sprinkle of sadness in her voice exposes her real meaning and it wipes away all traces of flattery.

“You mean, it’s a shame that I haven’t been with someone who will really love me because they choose to? And not like Thor because he has to?” With a bit more desperation, you look for Armod’s car, needing to see Thor.

Everything that happened last night feels like a dream. Made up in your mind to make it easier to marry Thor. Was it a dream?

You don’t remember him telling you goodnight. You have the vague memory of falling asleep with your head on his shoulder but you’re not sure how real that is with how hazy it feels.

What if his kisses had been a hopeful wish?

You bite your bottom lip, the heat and weight of his lips still fresh in your memory.

It can’t have been a dream. It felt so amazing. You could never have imagined the way it felt for him to invade you the way he did, pulling your body against his.

“He doesn’t come by car, y’know?” Hilde says, sitting back in her seat.

“What?” You turn to her, eager for explanation.

“Thor?” She gestures at the sky outside, drawing your eyes away from the city in the distance and up to the stars. “He flies here on Earth. It’s faster than flying by plane, but not by much. He’ll be going straight to his room as soon as he gets back.”

“Oh.” Your disappointment is suffocating and because you have no reason to keep freezing to death, you close the balcony doors.

With the cold shut out the heat from the hidden vents in your room saturates your shawl and envelopes you in a cocoon of heat.

“He might not want to see me tonight.” You accept, knowing that even if things went as best as they could have, Thor will still be heartbroken.

Having to give up on a relationship he had been so invested in? Even if he’s been unhappy with it lately, it must be difficult.

“No. He might not. But he has no choice. The wedding is in three days, so we have no time to wait for him to be ready to see you. We need approval on the dress.” She explains, leaving no room for argument.

Which is a shame because you would rather not see him all torn up about Jane. Not that you wouldn’t like to give him comfort. But you doubt that seeing you is something Thor would want. Not when it’s your fault that he has to break up with Jane to begin with.

“You know what? I’ll go check to see if he’s back. Gorm already sent us the dress. I’ll have Estrid help you put it on.” Hilde rises, moving out of the room without waiting for you to agree.

Five minutes later, Estrid moves into the room, her arms cradling your beautifully crafted wedding dress.

“Shall I do your hair too, Your Highness?” She asks, and lays the dress on your bed, the color such a beautiful contrast to the deep plum colored sheets.

“My hair?” You look in the mirror and the fancy thing they’d done with it this morning is falling apart. “No. I’m okay, Estrid. Thank you.”

“Very well, Your Highness.” She smiles kindly then moves towards you and takes your shawl.

You turn for her and she begins to unzip your blue dress, your mind on Thor and the mood he might be in when you see him again.

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The hesitation is in more than just your fist, hovering over the dark wooden of Thor’s bedroom door. It’s tall. Taller than it probably needs, sitting within a stone arch decorated with stunning golden engravings.

You’re not sure why Brunnhilde left you to do this alone. Loki is busy with something secret that he doesn’t want to share with you yet.

Not wedding related. He says it’s important and it involves you to some degree, but it’s not necessary for you to know until it’s necessary for you to know. Which is a circle-jerk kind of logic that you’re kind of annoyed by.

He’s nicer than previous opinions of him have made him seem. You suppose that has to do with the growth he’s made since he was last on Earth.

New York hadn’t been a great time for Loki, and he could only go up from there.

Brunnhilde had also neglected to tell you how Thor was feeling. Or looking? Either would have been great before you committed to coming up here on your own.

Thor’s bedroom is at the highest point of the palace. That is, highest save for the last floor which is mostly a defense tower full of weapons and a constant guard to keep Thor and his future wife safe. Which is now gonna be you.

Unless you go into his room and he tells you that he can’t stand being without Jane and rejects you and this pretty dress and you have to go back home to live just as you had before you met him. Only now with his kisses in your mind, his massive body pressed to yours, you won’t be able to get over the future you’d been promised.

How had you gone from refusing to marry him to wanting nothing more than to be his wife and even if all he was able to give you was one of those stupid kisses from last night, you’d be satisfied?

You drop your hand, almost with your mind made up to give up and just go back to your room because you don’t think you have the nerve to go through with seeing him today.

The part of you that disagrees, that remembers last night and wants more lifts your hand and knocks on his door.

In shock, you wait until his voice comes through and finally take a breath.

“Estrid? Is that you?” Thor’s voice sounds tired, not broken, but you can hear the weight in his heart by the sound of him.

You open the door and peek in, just one eye and the room is astoundingly beautiful.

If you weren’t so scared of what you’ll find in Thor, your jaw would drop ant the stunning image. To the left are two doorways, one is open, and you can see a large bathroom within. At the center of the room is what looks like a small kiddie pool, recessed into the floor, but probably deep enough for Thor to stand in?

There’s a part on this floor that’s shaped strangely from the outside and wonder if that’s what it is. The floor is dark stone tile, smooth and probably treated for waterproofing. Along the far wall of the bathroom, you can see a long wooden bench, dark oak like all of the other woods in the room from what you can see.

The toilet must be somewhere to the left where you can’t see from where you stand.

The other door is shut but since there is only an ornate set of drawers to the right of it, you assume that inside must be a large closet.

To the right of the room is a large bed. Large bed. You’ve never seen one so big.

It must be a California King? Which you’d stumbled upon in your search for mattresses when you’d first moved into your home. An accidental find and completely unnecessary.

That is, until now, when the thought of Thor laying in your very normal sized bed flits across your mind and suddenly the large King makes much more sense.

The bed is covered in soft looking gray flannel sheets. The comforter is gorgeous too, luxurious in its cotton ball soft appearance. Black with golden swirls and lines stitched across the top and bottom. The number of pillows is silly. All sizes too. Large ones at the very back and then several smaller ones until the ones at the very front are for mere decoration only.

Despite the more rustic look of the walls in the dark oak and stone base, the bed and furniture is slightly more modern in design. The headrest is cream white, ridged, and padded, as is the foot of the bed, but flatter than the headrest.

Two bedside tables hold various books on one and a lamp on the other. Behind the bed is a wall with a great big tree carved, flowing the length from top to bottom.

You swear you’ve seen that somewhere before.

The entirety of the wall opposite the doors to the room is made up of windows. Each window has been thrown open and the floor to ceiling curtains flow in the cool breeze.

They avoid the small breakfast table, laden with an untouched plate of the chicken you’d had for supper. On the other side is a large heavy looking desk. It’s sturdy. Big like Thor with papers and scrolls and folders. A laptop sits shut at the center and in the chair turned to face the left side of the room sits Thor with his shoulders hunched, elbows on his knees, hands supporting his face as he keeps it covered.

His body tells you everything you need to know about how he’s feeling and though you hate it, after so much worrying about what you’d find in here, you’re grateful to finally set eyes on him.

“It’s not Estrid.” You say gently, afraid to speak any louder and disturb him more than he already is.

His head whips towards you, faster than you expected.

Your hands go numb with nervous energy as he stares at you, his electric blue eyes scanning you very slowly from head to toe, then back up again. He takes his hand as he does so, covering his mouth with it, stroking his beard slowly as if fixing it.

Taking the opportunity, you note the plain jeans he’s wearing, the white t-shirt that stretches across his wide chest and strains to keep him covered. The hem of his sleeves struggle to keep his biceps contained. His golden hair is windswept, short as it is, it sticks in all directions.

He looks so good, so perfect, except for that sadness on his face.

You can’t bear to ask him anything about her.

“Gorm is lovely.” You tell him, forcing a smile and a quick nod.

He meets your eyes with his own, dropping the hand he’d used to shield his mouth and allows both his hands to dangle between his knees.

“She’s the best in the city.” Thor nods, devouring your dress again.

He suddenly rises and you teeter backwards with the sudden rise.

He steps towards you, his feet falling heavy on the floor.

You really like the way he struts towards you. There’s a slight sway to his hips.

Lips feeling dry and cracked, you freeze as he moves past you at the last moment.

The sound of him sitting on his bed pulls you around to look at him and he sighs, reaching his right arm up towards you.

With a swallow, you move towards him. The luscious short train of your skirt follows in your wake, flowing like water.

When you’re within reach, his places his hand on your waist, pulling you closer until you’re standing before him. He takes his other hand and places that on your waist too, making your breath shallow.

He looks up to meet your gaze.

Hands balled into fists; you wait. You’re not sure what he needs. What you need from this moment. You’re only sure that you’re glad you don’t seem to have dreamed up last night.

“You look beautiful.” He says, voice penetrating into your chest to restart your heart at double the speed.

“It’s a little simple.” You observe, remembering the other much frillier options.

“It suits you.” He lets his hand trace down along the side of your hip, stealing your breath before sliding his hand back up to your waist.

He gives you a little shake and you reach out to place your hands on his shoulders to keep from losing your already fragile balance.

“Brunnhilde told me that you were very anxious today.” He sounds worried, his brow puckered, eyes crinkled at the corners from concern.

You shrug for him, intending to play off the exact amount of worrying you’d done today because you don’t want him to know how invested you already are.

“I ended it with Jane.”

“You don’t have to-” You begin, but Thor makes a dismissive noise in his throat and cuts you off.

“I owe you an explanation.” He nods. “When I gave you that ring on your finger, I became your intended. Officially ending things with Jane was only out of respect for who we were when we were together.”

“Thor you really don’t have to tell me about your breakup with Jane. It’s private. It’s before me. Whatever happened between the two of you today is now in the past.” You sigh, trying not to think about what kisses might have been shared.

Maybe more?

You make a mental note to never hold it against him if he ever tells you that he slept with her today.

He was hers long before you agreed to marry him.

“I want to be honest with you.” He sighs. “I want us to be open with each other. I want us to talk about anything that may be troubling us.”

“We will.” You nod, giving his shoulders a small squeeze. “I promise.”

“Then tell me what you were worried about today.”

You already regret your promise.

“I thought about what you must be feeling. Wondered if you might change your mind.” Answering honestly is actually cathartic. Though you usually do it on reflex, choosing to do it feels nice.

Thor only watches you, waiting for you to get it all out, his large hands caressing the sides of your waist and making you tingle.

“Keep going.” He urges you gently.

“I’m embarrassed.” You admit, and Thor’s face relaxes a moment, the beginnings of a smile curling his lips.

He doesn’t prompt you again, just waits.

There’s a peace in this silence of his. An acceptance. A sense of time to just be.

“I was afraid that I’d imagined last night. I don’t remember falling asleep. I just woke up and it was this morning. And last night was so…” You stop, realizing that as much as you’ve thought about last night today, for Thor if there are any kisses that he wants to hold onto today, they’re probably from Jane.

This fact suddenly hardens your heart and resolve. You reach to grab his wrists to pull his hands off of you, but he doesn’t budge. You couldn’t move him if you pushed as hard as you can.

“It doesn’t matter.” You brush it off. “You probably want to just be alone and I was told that you need to approve the dress? So, tell me what you think, and I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Have I upset you?” He asks, face shifted back into that slight pout he’d been wearing before.

“N-No.” You shake your head.

“Then why do you want to leave so quickly?” He demands, voice rising in pitch at the end.

“I just…after today, I just thought that maybe you’d want some space?”

“Then you aren’t angry with me?” He checks.

“No.”

He leans forward and presses his head against your stomach, eyes shutting as his arms wrap themselves around you and pull you closer.

You don’t quite know what to do with your hands, so you stand there, holding them over his shoulders, fighting the desire to hold him back.

“I’m so tired.” He admits to you, and it settles in your heart.

You drop your arms, resting them against him before you embrace him, hands splayed along his wide back.

He exhales, relaxing against you. “Thank you.”

“For what, Thor?” You whisper, too overcome with all this hugging to speak any louder.

“For hugging me.”

Your heart breaks for him, and you hold him tighter.

“May I be honest with you about something?”

“Yes.” Here it is, the truth about Jane and him today.

“These moments with you have been the most enjoyable and special moments I’ve spent with anyone in a long time.”

Does it really matter if he slept with Jane today? Kissed her? Hugged her?

Was he this sweet with her too?

“I love you in this dress.”

You sigh, the first three words of that declaration sending your heart into a frenzy.

“You do?”

“I do.”

You smile, liking that very much.

Thor’s blue eye shifts with electricity, literally, and he pulls you down onto his lap with a demanding grip on your waist.

Your arm is still around his shoulder, the other moving down to rest over his hand which he brings around to rest on your lower belly.

“Are you happy?” He wonders, catching your fingers within his.

“Relatively.” You nod. “I’m still worried.”

Honestly, right?

“Why?” He laments, caressing your waist.

“I’m liking you more and more too quickly.” You sigh. “I don’t want to disappoint you or the people. I want to do well. Both in our marriage and with the kingdom.”

Thor caresses your side, then slides his hand down further, large hand sliding along the fabric of your dress down over your thigh.

There’s a subtle tickle between your legs. It startles you and you have to physically force yourself to relax.

“You’re already better than anyone else I might have chosen.” Thor whispers, leaning in closer until his lips are pressed to your ear.

You remind yourself that you made him promise not to do anything he doesn’t want to do. No forcing himself to be affectionate if he doesn’t feel it.

“Thor…” You gasp, just a flurry of the air left in your lungs.

“I’ve been thinking…” He admits. “Since I left you last night, about how we might be able to prepare for our wedding night.”

How do you breathe again? Where does the air go?

“Do you trust me, cherub?”

That pet name hits you just as fiercely as it did the first time and all you can do is nod.

Thor suddenly throws you back over his arm onto the bed. Landing with your head on the pillow, you gasp, chest rising and falling dramatically as you struggle to catch your breath again.

He leans down and hovers over you, waiting as you do, staring into your eyes.

“I’ll make certain you know this is not a dream.” He promises, then leans down to press his lips against yours.

You sigh, grateful for his taste as if it were a drug, removing an ache you’ve been feeling all day. Your arms come up on their own, trapping his torso down on yours as his hands trace your sides slowly.

This time you’re the one seeking more, pressing the tip of your tongue against his lips until he opens them and kisses you back.

He inhales your kiss, breathing in until you hear the vibration of a moan rip through him into you and you have never felt your body burn this way before.

You want him to make more sounds like that. Over and over if possible.

He pulls away too quickly, making you lift your head to follow him, but you fall back onto the bed, gasping for breath.

“Do you really trust me?” Thor checks again, his hands moving down along your sides until they stop at your hips, hands flexing and squeezing.

You’re shifting on his sheets, body squirming from energy you don’t recognize.

You know that he probably needs to be close to someone like this after today. After whatever he lost with Jane, even if he won’t let you see just how much it really hurt him, he probably needs this closeness.

“Yes.” You breathe.

With one hand he reaches down, staring into your eyes as he does. He finds the bottom hem of your dress and flips his hand underneath, then takes hold of your ankle.

He turns to face your feet, sliding down to the end of the bed then removes the flats you’d switched into, along with the thick socks you’d found to fight the cold.

It’s so chilly in here you shiver.

“You won’t be cold for long, cherub.” He promises.

After dropping your shoes on the floor, he rises then crawls onto the bed to where your feet are, grabbing hold of your ankles to pull your legs open a little.

“Easy.” He tells you gently. “You’ll still be a maid on our wedding night. This will be just a taste.”

He flips your skirt over his head, disappearing from view.

You push yourself up onto your elbows, curious and just as nervous until you feel the pressure of something wet slide up along your slit and you throw your head back, an uncontrollable moan ripping through your lips.

You hadn’t realized the taste would be for him.

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megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

series masterlist

Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

the purge - h1ghr music

four - sleeping at last

“Don’t move! You’re no longer human. Under jujutsu regulations, I will exorcise you as a curse, Itadori Yuuji!”

“Huh? Wait there’s no problem. Anyway, you and I look pretty beat up. We need to get to a hospital.”

You sit in fear, not knowing whether Itadori was himself or that demon man. Standing, you press a hand against Fushiguro’s cheek, a silent plea to spare your kohai’s life. Fushiguro looked unwavering, his eyes full of apology as he prepares to exorcise Itadori.

“What’s the situation?” A voice behind you says, breaking the tension between the three high school students.

“Gojo-sensei!” Fushiguro says, half in shock and half in relief.

“Sorry the higher ups got involved after they heard that a special grade curse went missing. I agreed to come as long as I had time to sight see first. So did you find it?”

Fushiguro seemed to have relaxed a bit at the sight of this extremely tall blindfolded man. Seeing him so relaxed in turn relaxed you a bit. For whatever reason you felt safe around Fushiguro. Itadori interrupted your thoughts when he told the man that he ate the finger. What’s so special about this finger? And better yet, why did Itadori eat it? That’s gross. The blindfolded man’s attention turned to you.

“Megumi who’s this?”

He leans towards you. Your breath caught in your throat as his face finds itself only a few inches away from yours. You can feel his breath on your lips. Even with a blindfold, you can tell he’s handsome.

“Itadori’s senpai.”

“Hm I see, well my name is Gojo Satoru, it’s nice to meet you..” He stares deep into your eyes, examining them.

“(l/n)(f/n)... nice to meet you as well.”

“I wish we could have met under different circumstances. Megumi seems to have taken a liking to you.”

Fushiguro turns away, trying to hide his face which has flushed into a deep red. You feel you heart skip a beat at his reaction.

——— the purge by jay park ———

“Can you switch with Sukuna?” Gojo asks Itadori.

“Sukuna?”

“The cursed object you ate.”

“Oh, probably.”

“Alright then, give me ten seconds with him. Then switch back.”

Your heartbeat quickens at the thought of seeing that demon man again. He was nothing like Itadori, despite looking exactly like him. You grip onto Fushiguro’s upper arm, suprised at the muscle you feel. His uniform really did not do his athletic form justice. He looks at you and notices your fear. Moving slightly in front of you, he shields you from what he knew was about to happen. You prop yourself up onto your knees and once again find yourself peeking over his shoulder. Gojo suddenly throws a white shopping bag towards Fushiguro.

“Megumi, hold these for me.”

“What are they?”

“Kikufuku mochi! It’s a Sendai City speciality. I recommend the edamame and cream flavor!”

Fushiguro’s head whips upward startling you. You follow his gaze as he yells to Gojo.

“BEHIND YOU!”

You’re shocked at how laid back Gojo was. He was about to be ambushed by the demon, but he quickly clasps his hands together and vanishes for a split second. The dust around Fushiguro and you settles, revealing the demon man staring straight into your eyes, Gojo sitting comfortably on his back. A barrage of swings and punches fly towards the white haired man, and he dodged every single one of them. The tattooed man once again swings an arm upward reducing an entire of section of your high school to rubble. He must have been hit, you think to yourself. Your heart sinks a bit, afraid of what happened to Gojo-sensei. You look at Fushiguro with worried eyes. He stares straight ahead, no trace of fear or worry. You whip your head back towards the rubble and find Gojo untouched.

“Seven, eight, nine... should be about time.”

The tattooed man’s face jolts, then falls. His tattoos fade and is soon replaced with the smooth, tan skin of your kohai.

“Was everything ok?” Itadori says leaving Gojo shocked at how well he could control the demon trapped in his body. Pressing two fingers against Itadori’s forehead, Gojo holds the boy’s body in his arms as he is rendered unconscious.

“What did you do?” Fushiguro asks.

“Knocked him out. If he wakes up and isn’t possessed, he may have potential as a vessel.” You sit on your knees, confused at all the terminology being thrown around.

“Question. What do I do with him and the one hiding behind you?” Gojo asks.

Fushiguro turns and looks deep into your fear filled eyes.

“They must both be executed under jujutsu regulation, but I don’t want them to die.”

You grip tightly onto his arm, thanking him for sparing your life.

“I guess we’ll be getting two new students at Jujutsu Tech!”

Jujutsu Tech? New student?

“You.” Gojo says, looking in your direction. You shrink under his powerful gaze.

“You have any family?”

You shake your head and he smiles. You furrow your eyebrows questioning his apparent joy. Didn’t know being an orphan was such a joyous feature.

“Wonderful! You’ll be joining Megumi and the vessel at Jujutsu Tech! I’ll send Megumi with you to get your belongings. You a first year?”

“No, second year.”

“Well we have some wonderful second years! I’m sure you’ll get along with them nicely.” Gojo says, a stupid smile plastered across his face. What have you gotten yourself into?

——— four by sleeping at last ———

Itadori and you walk through the halls of the Sugisawa hospital, your hand in his. You find the room where Iguchi laid, several bandages wrapped around his unconscious head. Sasaki sits on a chair by his side, eyes puffy from all the crying she did. Itadori knocks and she turns toward the door where you stood.

“Itadori, (y/n).”

“How is Iguchi?” Itadori asks.

“The doctors say he’s fine but he’s still unconscious...it’s all my fault.” She says, regret mixed into her voice and a trail of tears falling down her already puffy cheeks.

“Itadori...you probably won’t believe us but...there were these monsters and-“

Itadori cuts her off.

“I believe you. They aren’t monsters, they’re curses. The finger was some sort of special grade object.”

Her eyes fill with more tears. “Itadori...”

“It’s not your fault. I was the one who picked it up in the first place. Don’t worry senpai, there’s someone coming tomorrow who can help Iguchi.”

Itadori turns to your tear stained face and wipes your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Sorry senpai, we have to go.” He says to Sasaki, leading you out of the gloomy hospital room, his hand still tightly gripping yours. You wipe whatever tears he missed, as you contemplate all that has happened in the past 12 hours.

“I have to go meet up with Gojo-sensei, will you be ok on your own?”

“Yeah, I’m supposed to meet Fushiguro at my house to pick up my stuff.”

Itadori pulls you into a tight embrace, and you sob into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry senpai...we’ll get through this together. I’ll be there with you. Just like always.”

His words calm you down and you pull away from the hug giving him a reassuring smile. How was he able to stay so calm and level headed?

Once home, you start packing your belongings into bags. You live in a small one bedroom house that you paid for with the insurance money given to you after your parents died. You were an only child, so you ended up with all the money. You’ve been using it to sustain yourself and the house without needing to get a part time job. You were thankful of course, but it would be nicer to have your parents alive. They died in a freak accident when you were 10, and your only other family members outwardly declared that they wanted nothing to do with you. You never understood why.

A tapping at your door broke you from your contemplation. You opened the door to reveal a bandaged Fushiguro.

“You ready to go?” He asks, a slight blush creeping across his face.

“I just have one more bag to pack and then I’ll be ready. Please make yourself at home. It’s not much but...it works.”

“It’s nice. You live alone?” He asks, warily stepping through your door.

“Yeah I’m all alone here, but Itadori lives a few doors down so I tend to spend time with him.”

Fushiguro seemed uncomfortable at the last part of your sentence. He wanders aimlessly around your living room and spots pictures of you when you were younger. He picks the one of you and your parents on a vacation in Tokyo.

“Are these your parents?”

“Yeah.” Your face drops a little, suddenly saddened by the thought of your parents. You missed them.

Fushiguro, on the other hand, holds the picture close to his face and examine the face of your mother.

“Is something wrong?” You ask, a little creeped out by his actions.

“No no I just...thought i saw something familiar.”

“Oh.”

You turn back to the open suitcase and continue deciding what jeans to take. You remember Gojo-sensei saying there was a uniform for you, and how you didn’t need to bring too many regular clothes with you. You decide on the black pair and place it on the top of your pajamas for easy access. After zipping it up, you flip it upright and pull the handle out. Fushiguro takes the handle from your hand and wheels it outside.

“You don’t have to take that, I have another hand to wheel it with.”

“It’s alright, I want to.”

Your heartbeat quickens as the corner of the raven haired boy’s mouth curls slightly into a discreet smile. You liked his smile. You wanted to see it again.

You pick up your backpack, sling it over your shoulder and follow Fushiguro out. You lock the door and pull the key off of your keychain and mentally remind yourself to give it to Gojo. He had told you he would take care of the house problems for you, just to hand over the keys and whatever paperwork you had. Fushiguro makes a quick call and you two wait until a black car rolls up your driveway. You get into the back alongside Fushiguro and are swiftly taken to your new school.

You follow Fushiguro up into the mountains where the Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School was located. It didn’t even look like Tokyo.

“Gojo-sensei told me that you were to be kept under the radar here, so the higher ups won’t know that you’re staying with us.”

“Does that make me a liability?” You ask, feeling a little guilty.

“Yes, but I told him that I would take care of you.”

You could swear your heart stops when he says that.

“Oh, well then where will I be sleeping?”

“In my room.”

You pause, shocked at his casual outlook on the situation.

“Your room?”

“Yeah, I had Gojo-sensei put an extra bed in so I could properly keep an eye on you. Although you’re pretty quiet so I don’t think it’ll be too much of a problem.”

Quiet? That’s what he’s worried about? Is this guy dense?

“Ok I guess.” You respond, your voice cracking slightly from your nervousness. You prayed he didn’t notice it, and to your delight, he hadn’t. I guess he doesn’t notice many things.

You follow him to his room, and set your things down on the ground.

“That bed is yours.” He says pointing to the empty one placed alarmingly close to his. His room was simple and very organized. You admire that, being a fairly organized person yourself.

“Once you’re settled down, we need to go get some treatment for our wounds.”

“Alright, I’ll only be a few minutes.”

You quickly unpacked as much as possible and then followed Fushiguro through the school to the nurse. After your treatment, you both went back to his room and promptly knocked out on your respective beds.

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