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honeesucker · 6 months

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Six -

Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 2,917

Series Content Warnings: Little bit of a slow start... Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

Chapter Content Warnings: HybridxHybrid assisted masturbation / sex toy usage, dirty talk, PTSD meltdown.

***This is essentially a short filler to progress the story, and to get something out. Next part already working on.

*Not proofread.

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It had been two weeks since the impromptu dinner and sleepover. Kirishima and TetsuTetsu had been over once more for a movie night and home-cooked dinner à la Bakugo, and another unintended sleepover since everyone was too tired to move from their spots in the living room; you and TetsuTetsu curled up with each other in a pile of blankets on the ground, and Kirishima and Bakugo snuggled on the large couch.

Today was already half-over, and it had been a difficult day for you. You were having nightmares about the fight house, and it was setting you on edge with Bakugo, unintentionally and no one's fault, but you were snapping and growling each time he got too close to you. Currently he was watching you pace the living room, looking out of the balcony as he leaned against the hallway wall, arms crossed over his muscled chest as he kept his narrowed gaze on every single one of your movements... but he was growing tired of letting you continue to spur yourself into more of a downward spiral. Something was up and he was going to figure out what it was.

“Pup,” Bakugo finally said using a harsh tone, though not angry. Your ears perked up, and your wide eyes scurried across the room until they landed on him. He gave you another command in the same hard tone. “Sit.”

You immediately dropped to the ground, not even walking the two feet back to the couch as you plopped on your butt, sitting with your legs folded and your hands in your lap as you looked up at him with sad, scared eyes... your ears that perked up at his command now flattened against your head as you huffed from your growing anxiety. Bakugo walked over to you slowly, ensuring he wasn’t going too fast so you could anticipate his movements and not be spooked... Bakugo plopped down in front of you on the ground, his large hulking frame blocking your view as you looked up at him with a cautious stare.

Bakugo moved his hands slowly as he opened his arms to you, giving you a curious look. “C’mere, Pup...” He said softly and you scrambled into his lap, snuggling up against his chest as your breathing hitched in your throat. Bakugo’s arms came around you in a tight grip as he held you to his chest, whispering soft words of comfort to you as he felt your body finally relax in his grip. “That’s it, Pup, you’re okay... everything’s okay.” Bakugo repeated while rubbing your back, your ears, threading his fingers through your hair with a gentleness not usually known with him. He hummed softly in his deep baritone voice, soothing you until you were a pile of puppy jelly in his arms, comfortable and at ease. “Those nightmares got you bad, huh?” Bakugo asked softly, and felt you nod slowly against his chest as he held you tighter to his body... his voice gentle as he asked his next question. “Wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head slowly, eyes downcast as you flopped over in his lap, sighing softly and slowly finding yourself relaxing with the comfort brought by your proximity to Bakugo.

"S’okay Pup, we don’t always need to talk about things, sometimes we can just lean on each other, yeah?” Bakugo muttered softly, his hand petting sweet circles on your head between your ears, his other came up to boop your nose playfully until his movements stop and he pressed the back of his hand against your head. “You’re burning up... you feeling okay, Pup?” Bakugo asked, leaning down to peer at you closer as you huffed again in his lap, turning over with a flushed expression.

“Feel hot,” is all you say, and soon a deep pink flush is taking over your cheeks and neck, and Bakugo doesn’t know what to do, his whole body freezing the second you start nosing down at his crotch. “H-Hurts, help please.” Your choppy speech and needy look of desire paired with your face so close to his hardening cock through his sweats was enough to have Bakugo jolt up away from you, flipping you from his lap and down onto the ground with a harsh thud.

“I’m gonna call the facility, see if your counselor can help... you... you stay, Pup.” Bakugo mutters the command nervously, the sudden change in your demeanor from your earlier aggression to this had him reeling.

Your body was on fire, a burning river of molten desire churning its way from your core to every tip of your toes, fingers and the top of your head... you felt the itch of desperate need in the center of your palms and the pit of your stomach. You heard Bakugo’s deep voice from the other room, the reverberation reaching your keen ears as you slowly writhe on the ground. You had your ass up in the air, your cheek to the cold floor as your hands reach below your belly, into your bottoms as your fingers find purchase on your clit... your fingers stroking quick circles as you whimper and move along the floor, finding no satisfaction in your own hand as you growled lowly in frustration.

In the other room Bakugo could hear strange noises from the living room where he left you, but as he was on the phone with Hana, who had just briefed him on your difficult heats and PTSD given you were almost always abused during your heats at the hybrid fight house.

So that explained your aggression this morning.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Bakugo mumbled, a little nervous as he tried to navigate this new situation.

Hana answered in a kind, clinical way. “Bakugo there are a few options depending on the type of relationship you want to keep with your hybrid: you can provide toys and an outlet for her to help herself though this is often a last resort as it doesn’t offer much relief for the hybrid themselves... you can help her by engaging in play, or full-on sexual activity yourself, or you can reach out to a hybrid heat network and find a suitable heat partner for her...” Hana continued talking but Bakugo’s brain was flooded with all the new information, new ways in which he needed to care for you... he didn’t expect to be told to fuck you himself... a hot red blush burned on his cheeks as he continued on a little longer with Hana, before hanging up with a rushed thank you.

“Katsuki,” a pathetic little whimper came from the living room as Bakugo made his way back to you, seeing you with your bottoms and panties down to your knees, your ass up in the air as you furiously circled your hardening nub.

“Just, hang on Pup... hang on, gonna get you some help, okay?” Bakugo said nervously, pulling his phone from his pocket as he hit the familiar call button on his recent contact.

“Heeeyyy Bakubro! What’s going on?” Kirishima’s familiar, jovial tone rang loudly through the phone as Bakugo blushed softly at his next words.

“Eijiro, I need your help. Pup is uh... she’s uh...” Bakugo muttered nervously, not usually one to lack words for anything. “She’s in heat? I don’t know what I’m doing.” Bakugo finished and he could hear a bit of shuffling on the other end and the jingling of keys.

“On my way, want me to bring TetsuTetsu? I can also stop at the store on my way and get her some toys for herself...” Kirishima trailed on, and Bakugo just agreed.

Bring toys, bring TetsuTetsu... bring everything.

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Bakugo had scooped you up and put you down in the comfort of your bed as you rolled around whining and writhing but within fifteen minutes of him locking you in your room away from him and his inability to handle this new obstacle, a knock came at the door. Bakugo rushed to the door, opening it to see an excited TetsuTetsu and a smirking Kirishima who handed over a very full plastic bag.

“I got a bit of everything for the little Pup, but it’s best for hybrids to be engaged with primarily by a partner to ease the symptoms...” Bakugo’s head filled with so many thoughts as he looked through the bag, Kirishima still droning on and on in the background as he sets the bag on the countertop... taking things out of their packaging, removing tags and sterilizing them before he walked with a handful of cute dildos, grinding toys, and vibrating toys to your bedroom. Bakugo slowly opened the door to find you sobbing, no longer writhing or rolling around on your bed or touching yourself... just lying prone and crying, soft sniffles leaving you as your bright watery eyes look over at him.

“Pup! Are you okay?” Bakugo questions softly, leaning down as he sets everything down on the bed and kneels beside you, his hand tentatively coming up to rub your head between your ears gently. “S’okay Pup, I got your friend here to help and Kirishima brought you all of these, too... wanna give it a try?” Bakugo urged you on, his hand running over the variety of toys as he showed a couple of them to you, watching as the tip of your tail gave little nervous taps as you sniffled and nodded, palming away the tears in your eyes.

Bakugo paused for a moment before speaking. “Hey Pup, Kirishima brought TetsuTetsu over... do you want him to help you?”

Your ears perked up as your eyes glazed over a bit, your nose going up in the air as you sniffed and then nodded eagerly, your tail wagging faster against the mattress making a soft thumping sound.

“I’ll go get him, okay... but you just shout out for me if you change your mind, okay?” Bakugo waited for you to nod your agreement before he got up, walking back out into the living room and coming face to face with Kirishima and an excited TetsuTetsu who couldn’t help but sniff the air, his tail wagging fast behind him as his eyes were equally excited and glazed over with growing desire. “She agreed... so TetsuTetsu, if you wanna go help our girl out, head on in.” That’s all Bakugo had to say to have TetsuTetsu taking off with haste as he scrambled across the living room, down the hall and into your open door.

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No words had to be spoken.

TetsuTetsu felt a shudder run through his body at the sweet, musky scent that filled the room as he stepped in, shutting the door behind him with a soft click as he padded over on careful, soft steps. He saw as your eyes were big and pleading, watching his every move as he made his way closer to you and the pile of the toys on the bed.

“Hi Puppy,” TetsuTetsu said carefully, reaching out a slow hand to pet your head as you huffed and panted softly. “I know we’ve played before back at the facility but I’m asking again: Do you wanna play together?” TetsuTetsu used a careful, soft tone as he spoke to you, his hand still massaging gently against your head. He smiled as you nodded your head after a moment of thinking it over.

“Y-Yes, please... h-help.” Your voice was hoarse and weak, needy.

He nodded and his hand trailed down from your head, along your spine and down to the roundness of your rear as he gave the plush, soft flesh a squeeze. “I’ll help you, Puppy.” His voice was deep, calmer and steadier than his normal hurried speech and it sent a shiver through your body, the way the end of his words almost came out as growls. TetsuTetsu’s other hand trailed across the soft sheets toward the pile of new toys, his hand grabbing at a knotted canine dildo that vibrated. He wondered what kind of thoughts were running through your little puppy brain... the need to be knotted and bred, fat with pups and fucked dumb.

“P-Please,” your whine caught his attention, his cock hardening against his trousers as he looked up to see your eyeing him and looking down at the toy now in his hand. TetsuTetsu smirked down at you as he hummed softly.

“What, Puppy, you want this big ol’ knot in your little hole?” TetsuTetsu mused with a teasing tone to his voice that made you squirm as you nodded your head eagerly. “Well, I better give the needy little Puppy what she wants then, hm?” He said as he slowly trailed the hand from the swell of your ass to the apex of your thighs, his hand hovering over your pussy as he felt the warmth coming from your sopping heat. His fingers delicately spreading your labia as a finger slowly dipped inside your pussy as he fingers you at a glacial pace, your whining only increasing as you backed your ass up against his palm to get more of him inside of you. “Tsk, tsk... what a greedy puppy.” He teased softly, withdrawing his finger to watch the slick string along his finger connected from your pussy before it snapped. He sucked on his own finger, licking it clean of your slick as he groaned softly. “You taste so good Puppy...”

TetsuTetsu brought the knotted dildo up to your entrance, running the plastic length along your slick folds to gather up enough lubrication to slip the pointed tip into your hungry pussy. The dildo stretching your walls as TetsuTetsu pushed more and more of the length into you, soon pumping the dildo in at a relentless pace mimicking one that would come from another dog hybrid... he watched the sweet, fucked-out look on your face as he pressed the length deep into your pussy, up until the bulbous knot hit your entrance...

… and it was this motion that triggered a memory in your head as your whole body froze and suddenly a growl ripped from your throat as your hazy mind cleared, your eyes widening and a scream piercing the air as you scrambled away from TetsuTetsu who was left shaking and wide-eyed, wondering if he hurt you somehow.

“P-Puppy...?” TetsuTetsu asked, but you weren’t in your right state of mind, you were sobbing and kicking at the air, as if fighting off someone he couldn’t see. He opens the door and calls out to Kirishima and Bakugo who come running within seconds. Kirishima’s eyes wide as he pulls TetsuTetsu out of the room, and Bakugo crouches down in front of your flailing form, trying to make sense of what started this episode.

Bakugo wrapped his arms around you, letting you kick and scratch as him as you nip and scratch his arms, his strength and determination to calm you down overriding any pain he might feel from the fearful assault. “Kirishima!” Bakugo called, and saw his friend leaning in the doorway, keeping TetsuTetsu at bay who could be heard whining and whimpering in the living room, still thinking he did something wrong. “Maybe you both should leave... I’ll handle this, thanks for coming over and trying to help.” Bakugo muttered softly, Kirishima bidding his goodbye and saying he’ll text him later to check up on them.

Bakugo could hear the jingle of keys, as Kirishima picked up his stuff and slipped on his shoes – he could hear the soft click! of the door as they both left, and soon it was just you and Bakugo.

“Hey Pup,” Bakugo cooed softly to you, you were still struggling in his arms weakly, but soon all the fight went out of you as you can back down, your vision clearing as you looked up at him confused, unsure of what just happened. “Hey, Pup, there you are...” he cooed softer still, smiling down at you. “Something scared you, huh? Wanna talk about it?” You were squirming in his lap, still in the throes of your heat as you tried to quell your anxiety for long enough to form a coherent sentence.

“S-Scared...” you finally murmured. Bakugo swallowed hard, nodding, ready to protect you from any threat, real or imagined.

“Scared of what, Pup?” He questioned softly.

You shook your head slowly, a shudder running through your body as you curled up in his lap. “S-Scared... w-was back at t-the... bad house... r-remember heats there h-hurt... made me breed...” your words were broken and a bit of pieced together nonsense to someone like Bakugo who didn’t have the full picture, but he didn’t need the whole picture, just needed to know something bothered you, and he’d make sure you’d never face it again.

“S’okay, Pup... you’re not back at the bad house, I won’t ever let you be alone or hurt again.” Bakugo murmured softly, snuggling you in his large, strong arms. “We got each other, yeah?” You nodded, sniffling softly as you relaxed in his arms, finally coming down from your panic.

“C-Can... Can Katuski help me?” You questioned softly, and Bakugo knew what you were asking.

“I... uh, d-do ya really want me, Pup? I can call back TetsuTetsu... and you can go slow-” Bakugo was cut off immediately.

“No! Want you, just you...” you pleaded with big eyes.

“Okay Pup, you have me...” Bakugo muttered softly, a bit nervous as to what he’s just gotten himself into.

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disco-cola · 1 year

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dudes i need to rant cause yall know this is my online diary so i honestly feel so lost my life has no direction and hasnt had any for the past years and the years just seem to fly by in the blink of an eye and with every year i get more anxious about my birthday and getting older and my lack of achievements well at least if you define achievements by university degrees and work experience which is sadly still the standard instilled in this society and if you struggle with anxiety and or depression and cant function you are worth less (or even worthless) and you constantly need to justify and excuse yourself and the future seems so dull not only bc of my era-struggling™ but because i literally have such a hard time with the vicious cycle of getting a job and being sucked even more into this exploitative capitalistic system (idk what its like where you live but where i live rents have risen beyond any realistic affordability, grocery prices too but work wages and unemployment "benefits" from the state have not and even people working full time living with a partner who is also working full time are struggling to pay their rent and pay for groceries and electricity and make ends meet and for what you would have to work even more than forty hours a week to be able to afford a decent lifestyle as of right now but people are already working and worrying themselves sick to not fall down behind into poverty and get a pension plan which again is the vicious cycle im talking about retirement age will probably get even higher but how are you supposed to even work until at least 67 years old when you already destroy your body and soul decades before that? people are burned out several decades before that and still so many old folks now have worked so hard all their lives to only get such little pension they still need to work despite being sick, or go collect bottles (in countries where you get a few cents for returning plastic bottles at least) or even beg. honestly its sick this cant be the essence of life. it keeps me up at night. i dont wanna do this. i dont want life to be like this. i used to wanna go into the music business so bad when i was like 18 and be a manager or in a band but ever since my era-struggle™ despite the fact i dont like whats mainstream today but i also dont think i could last a day in the fast pace of todays business with social media and cancel culture. i just couldnt. i barely can now from my current position and deleting all social media and getting a nokia or motorola flip phone like i had as a child or a landline phone seems more and more appealing. my old friends are moving into the big city and we are drifting apart. they work so much they dont have time. but i also realize that i am starting to exclude and seclude myself and dont crave much human contact anymore. it honestly drains me. even grocery shopping or walking my dog during daytime drains me at this point. i dont wanna move and live in a big city anymore like other people my age. my suburb is too much for me already. i have fantasies of escaping from here daily. i literally just wanna go move to a small beach or mountain village and open a dog daycare. this is literally the only thing i can see myself doing in the future that does not give me anxiety and makes me wanna run into oncoming traffic.

#rant

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kiss-inthekitchen · 2 years

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let the devil out | m.m

summary (which is just a paragraph i had to cut but i really liked it): Okay, so your loving boyfriend who can’t see and also defends and upholds the law for a living is beating people up in the dead of night. That’s fine, right? You know Matt, you know there has to be a reason for his actions. The man was so tortured over his own morality, there’s no way he was beating on innocent people as a stress reliever. And beating on them with such skill…

wc: 2.6k (my longest yeah boy ever)

warnings: canon level violence, the criminals are tr*ffickers but its only mentioned, everybody’s emotions being all over the place and then settling on Horny, smut, Matt having realizations™, reader being kinda fucked up n nasty

“Alright, love, it’s been so good seeing you, but seriously, I have got to get home!” your friend Jess exclaims for what is probably the third time tonight. The two of you didn’t get to catch up very often, so when you did you ended up talking for hours. You’d closed out your tab over an hour ago and had been attempting to say goodbye ever since.

“Shit, how is it after midnight already?” you say after checking your phone, sighing internally. You’d been toying with the idea of stopping by Matt’s place since it was on your way home, but it was too late now. Matt should be asleep by now, and if he wasn’t, your presence would definitely only keep him up longer.

“We ask that same question every time,” Jess laughs, grabbing her purse.

The two of you head for the door, hugging one last time before you take off in opposite directions. You pull your jacket tighter around you, the chill outside confronting you all at once. The walk back to your apartment wasn’t too long, just a couple blocks away from the bar, and you pick up the pace a bit, thinking how Matt would probably– scratch that, definitely– scold you for walking home alone at this hour.

You slow down as you approach the alley you usually take as a shortcut, hearing what sounds like a fight taking place further down. Probably just some drunk idiots, you figure. Ugh, now you’d have to walk the long way home. You step into the alley just barely, peeking around the corner to see what was going on.

But the scene you come upon is anything but a drunken brawl. There’s a van stopped in the middle of the alley, it’s doors open, and a whole group of guys going full force at each other. No, this isn’t a drunken fight. This looks dangerous. You freeze, trying to make sense of what you’re witnessing.

As you look on, you realize the men aren’t actually fighting each other, but three of them are going after one man– a masked man. You almost scoff. Only in Hell’s Kitchen. Then your gaze lands on the body of another man, lying unconscious on the ground.

You’ve seen enough. You’re about to fast-walk it across the street like you’ve never fast-walked before, when the man in the mask knocks a second guy to the ground, turning to face the remaining two, and something about the way he moves is suddenly so familiar to you…

Your feet start carrying you forward before you can think to stop them. You’re about twenty feet away from the fight now, the masked man only becoming more familiar the closer you get to him. Yeah, you definitely know this man. You know him well.

Matt punches one of the criminals in the face, kicking the second guy’s legs out from under him immediately after. They both fall to the ground with a groan, already trying to get back up. It’s then, during those few seconds of reprieve, that he registers a sound that absolutely should not be there. He cocks his head to the side, confirming it. It’s those shoes you have with the little wedge heel, the ones that make such a satisfying sound against the floor of his apartment. His head snaps toward you then, and you freeze. Now that he’s aware of you, he can hear your heart rate pick up exponentially. Shit.

You’re standing completely still a few feet away from the masked man who is definitely your boyfriend. Your blind, lawyer boyfriend. And he definitely noticed you.

As the two of you are having this moment, suspended in time for what is only actually a few seconds, one of the criminals has risen to his feet again, lunging at Matt with an attack that he only barely manages to dodge.

Matt shakes himself free of the shock of seeing you. He’d deal with that in a minute. All that matters now is ending this fight, because the fact of the matter is you are here, and he can’t let you get hurt.

If either of the men noticed you standing there, they don’t even get the chance to acknowledge your presence. Matt immediately kicks his attacker in the stomach, sending his body into the side of the van. The metal dents with the impact, his body crumpling to the floor. He doesn’t get up this time. The other guy doesn’t get off so easily; Matt grabs him by his collar, slamming him into the ground and throwing punch after punch to his face until he passes out. Matt rises to his feet, stumbling back and heaving for breath before he turns to face you again.

Part of you wants to scream at him, and another part of you wants to go to him, but they’re both drowned out by the part of you that needs him to confirm it. Even though you already know. You take a few steps closer to him, keeping your arms crossed tightly to resist the urge to reach out and hold his face in your hands.

“Matt?” you whisper.

Matt's shoulders drop. He’d been holding his breath, hoping that somehow this wasn’t happening, that you hadn’t actually recognized him. And the way you whispered his name… his thoughts go into overdrive. He can hear your heart hammering away behind your folded arms, and fuck, you must be scared of him. Or are you mad at him? Probably both. He deserves both. Maybe you wouldn’t want to be with him anymore. Oh, he didn’t even want to think about that. He just needs time to explain. And he should really get you out of this alley, for your safety.

He steps over one of the criminal’s unconscious forms, stopping right in front of you. “Sweetheart, I… W-what are you doing here?” he stammers. “I’m so sorry, you shouldn’t have had to see any of that, I–”

“God, Matt, shut up,” your breathy voice cuts off his rambling, and he barely has time to be confused before you throw yourself at him, your arms going around his neck as you crush your lips to his.

Oh. Oh. Yeah, he’d misread that situation big time. For a hot second, he’s too shocked to do anything, and then he’s kissing you back, pulling your body even further into his, gasping when you bite down on his bruised bottom lip.

And then he hears sirens.

“We should get you back to my place.”

“Fuck yeah we should.”

“Jesus, not for that,” he laughs on an exhale. “The cops are coming.”

“Oh, yeah, right.” You let Matt lead you back through the alley. Somewhere in the back of your mind you register that it was weird for him to be leading you, but it was also fucking weird for him to be effortlessly dodging punches that he couldn’t even see. “I guess the law does frown upon vigilante justice. Wait, doesn’t this go against your moral code as a lawyer? Or something?”

You’re about to turn the corner to get back on the sidewalk, Matt reaching up to remove his mask as he answers. “Sometimes, you have to do things outside the law,” his voice comes out deeper than usual, a steely determination to it that makes you shiver.

Matt can feel the way you’ve reacted to him, but you voice it anyway. “Okay, I think I might be mad at you, and this whole thing is definitely insane, but also, that was so hot.”

“You know, I think you might actually be the one with more explaining to do,” he huffs, smiling despite himself.

“Oh, no, you still have all the explaining to do, and you’re definitely getting yelled at. Later,” you finish pointedly.

“How did you know it was me?” he asks, in lieu of responding to your statement. He’s still trying to process the fact that you’ve found out about him. He knows he should be worried, he’s really trying to be concerned, but it’s hard when you’re overwhelming all of his senses with how badly you want him. Every coherent thought he manages is an accomplishment at this point.

“I’m your girlfriend, you idiot. The entire bottom half of your face is visible. And anyway, I would’ve been able to tell from the shape of your ass alone,” you hiss, speaking in a hushed tone even though the street is all but deserted.

“Oh,” he breathes.

“Yeah, oh. You think I don’t know your mannerisms by now? Even though I’ve never seen you move like that before…” you trail off, shaking your head slightly to get back to your point. “I mean honestly, Matt, you think I wouldn’t recognize you from your mouth alone? I think I know your lips from anyone else’s, considering–”

“Okay, point taken,” he cuts you off, bringing you to a stop outside his apartment building doors.

You turn to him, looking him fully in the face for the first time since you left the alley. “How in the hell did you do all that?”

“Can we talk about it upstairs, please?” Matt urges, ushering you inside.

He starts up the stairs ahead of you, and it dawns on you that he didn't even bring the cane with him. He’s never needed you to guide him anywhere. All those times he held onto your arm when you were walking together, the times you described other people’s reactions to him, he didn’t actually need any of it.

“You know what? Don’t even tell me yet. I’m just gonna start yelling now, and you’re just gonna listen and not say anything,” you start as Matt’s unlocking his front door.

This was more along the lines of what Matt expected.

“I mean, were you ever going to tell me?!” you exclaim. He opens his mouth to answer, but you don’t let him. “Do not start.”

He closes his mouth again, walking over to the couch. He sinks heavily into the cushions, momentarily distracting you from your rant.

“And the– hold on, are you hurt?” you ask, concern lacing your tone.

“Just a few bruises,” he rasps, resting his head against the back of the couch to prepare for the rest of your onslaught.

“Oh, good, I can keep going then,” your tone is biting, but you’re genuinely glad he’s not worse off. “Oh! And you’re a liar! You’ve never run into a door, have you? Or fallen down the stairs. You don’t even need the cane, you don’t even need me, you are such a faker, Matthew!” your voice wavers a bit, the hurt you feel breaking through your anger.

“First of all, I do need you. But, you’re right, not in that way. I want you to know that I never took that for granted. You put a lot of effort into accommodating me, that’s one of the things that drew me to you initially. You’re a truly kind person. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

Oh, come on. How are you supposed to keep yelling at this man now? “I’m pretty sure I told you not to talk,” you reminded, your resolve cracking.

“Sorry,” he says, lips quirking up the slightest bit.

But it’s too late. The fight has gone out of you, you’re not even mad so much as you are worked up, the adrenaline still coursing through you. “I mean, when I first saw you absolutely pummeling those guys… you’re so graceful, and strong…

Matt scoffs at the word ‘graceful.’ That’s something he’s never considered himself to be.

“Who were they? Those guys you beat up?”

“Traffickers.”

“Like human traffickers?”

“Like human traffickers, yeah.”

“So you beat a bunch of human traffickers half to death.”

“I did, yeah.”

“Okay,” you say mostly to yourself, what’s left of your frustration with Matt dissipating for the time being. All that’s left now is the feeling you had when you first realized it was him in that alley. “Okay, yeah. I’m done yelling now.”

“You are?” he asks, surprise evident in his voice.

“Yeah. Cause my boyfriend just beat the ever loving shit out of a bunch of lowlifes, so I think the yelling can wait.” You finally join Matt on the couch, straddling him and winding your fingers into his hair, your lips almost meeting his.

Matt practically sighs with relief. He’s been keeping it in check since you kissed him, trying to give you the space to work through it all, but something in him had cracked open since that moment in the alley. He knows why he has to be Daredevil, he’d made peace with it a long time ago, but when you accepted that part of him so readily, so enthusiastically… it made him realize that he’d been scared. Scared that if someone truly knew him, they couldn’t still want him. He’d never even known that fear was there until you quelled it.

And now that you’ve given in to the feelings he’s been sensing in the background this entire time, now that he doesn’t have to keep his composure anymore, now he can feel everything. The desire radiating off you, the warmth of your body, the heavy thump of your heart that he now knows is definitely not caused by fear... It’s almost too much, and entirely not enough.

He leans into you on instinct, trying to close the distance between you, but you stay just out of reach.

“First,” you breathe, your mouth inches away from his, “I’m gonna fuck you, and then you’re gonna explain everything to me, and then you’re gonna start on making it up to me. Sound good?”

He hums an “mmhm” and it’s all you need to hear, finally meeting his lips with yours. He moans into the kiss, his hands going to your waist, pulling you as close to him as you can possibly get. You bite down on his lip again and he groans, moving one hand to your hip, rolling your hips over his hard cock and making you gasp into his mouth.

“Fuck, want you so bad. Been wanting you. The walk home was torture, could feel how turned on you were the whole time.” He’s still guiding your hips, breathing heavily below you.

You inhale sharply at his confession. “You can feel that?”

The smirk on his lips is so cocky you almost don’t want to hear the answer. “I can hear your heartbeat. Could feel your skin heating up every time you looked at me,” he huffs out, moving his lips to your neck, sucking in a way that was definitely going to leave a mark. “Fuck, I can smell you soaking through those pretty panties you have on right now.”.

“Oh fuck, that’s so hot,” you gasp.

You can feel his smirk against your neck. “I think you might be the weirdest girlfriend I’ve ever had,” he pants.

“And?” you challenge.

“And I fucking love it,” he finishes, making you giggle as he lifts you up from the couch, carrying you into his bedroom. “And I’m gonna make it up to you over, and over, and over. Til you won’t be able to walk. And then maybe one more time, for good measure.”

Matt puts you down on his bed, and you’re about to reach for his shirt to pull him back down to you when he stops you.

“And maybe after all that, we can talk about the fact that you walked towards a fight tonight instead of running away from it.”

Oh, shit. “Sorry?” you try, shrugging your shoulders a little.

He smiles wickedly at you. “Oh, you will be.”

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please..... more..... nadia headcanons

more NadiSFW is coming, so let’s double-down on the other stuff:

Nadia ☁ Grab Bag

When she was little, she cycled through idolizing all of her sisters, one by one, in no particular order

She begged her mom to cut all her hair off when she was trying to be like Nazali

Natiqa spent the most time with her growing up, and treated her like they were just hanging out, instead of her babysitting Nadia

She’s always had an interest in building and mechanics, and used to take apart whatever she could get her hands on as a child

Her dad still has a necklace she made him out of clock parts

The “my family is smothering me” thing came during her Rebellious Teenage Years™

(Being the only awkward teenager with six successful, no-longer-awkward adult sisters is a tough lot)

She would’ve married an eggplant to get some fresh air and independence, and at least Lucio’s rich

Her alcohol tolerance is high, but she’s also scary good at pacing herself; she can drink an entire bottle of wine in one sitting and still talk without slurring

Slurring is actually the last thing to happen when she’s drunk; first she gets talkative, then giggly, then wobbly, then sleepy

But boy does it take her a long time just to get to giggly

Her voice gets higher and faster when she’s drunk, and she has a very distinct Drunk Laugh

The only time she’s ever been blackout drunk was her wedding

The whole time they were married, she refused to stay the night in Lucio’s room, and very rarely let him sleep over in hers

It’s actually very difficult for her to sleep with someone else in the bed, and until she gets used to it, she just lies there cuddling you, stroking your hair, adoring you until she gets tired enough to fall asleep

Functions exactly the same on two hours of sleep as she does on twelve - she just gets more headaches

She hardly ever drinks coffee, either, and can’t stand it black, although she loves affogato

Much more sheltered than you both realize - she knows what most things are, but has very little real-life experience of them

She’s the absolute worst and best theatre patron. Actors love her because she laughs at all the jokes, and even exclaims out loud (”oh, my!” “aww...”), she’s so invested

Fellow audience members don’t always care for it, but that’s why she has a private box

Her laugh is very distinctive, and more than once, you’ve seen Julian struggle not to break character because he can hear her from the stage

Awkward with babies and toddlers, but great with kids once they can talk and have opinions

She likes reading them stories and playing the “why” game

Actually loves reading out loud in general - she reads super fast in her head, but things like novels and poetry, she thinks, sound better out loud

You’ve walked in on her performing love poetry to herself in her room before, and she was so embarrassed she just about knocked herself out hiding her face in the book

Her favorites are ballads and anything with a strict form, like villanelles and sestinas

She and Julian will go to the mat over the Petrarchan vs Elizabethan sonnet

The kinds of poems that seem stiff on the page, but damn if her voice doesn’t make the meter and rhyme sound lovely and natural

Makes time in her schedule to visit all her friends at least once every two weeks

Non-negotiable - if people want her for Countess things while she’s having lunch with Asra, they’ll just have to wait

She works hard, and the people of Vesuvia deserve a Countess who takes time for the people she loves ☕

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