#stef writes

Yuji just kind of accidentally kept it a secret. With Nobara around she talks a lot, and Yuji listens, he doesn't interrupt his friends. He was going to tell them about you two eventually, but whenever he wanted to tell them something came up, mostly missions. And after a while it slipped his mind that he hasn't told anyone. He's a kind and good guy, but he's not pushy when it comes to his own daily life. When he has good news he likes to share it with friends, but after a while of trying and failing he forgot about it.

Megumi is and has always been a more private and reserved person. He takes a while to warm up with others. So, once it got serious with you two he asked if you're okay with keeping it more private. Or rather, he implied it, you already knew it was gonna be more private. He doesn't like his private business being the talk of the town. After a while he would confide into Yuji, with the promise of him not telling anyone. Nobara? Hell no, out of the question. Megumi's main goal is to keep Gojo in the dark because the poor boy would never hear the end of it if Gojo ever found out he has a partner.

Takuma would only tell it to Nanami. He might have the feeling of shouting it from the rooftops that the person he likes also likes him back. But he would much rather just confide in his mentor. Which he does. And thanks to Nanami's private nature he doesn't tell anyone else, but he is proud and happy for Takuma. That's enough for our local skaterboy. Hearing that his mentor is happy that he's happy is all he needs, therefore no one else really needs to know about it. After a while he would lose that mindset and it would be replaced with "fuck it, I wanna show you off" which is what he does. He'd have his arm around you and walk around the entire school grounds and all over Tokyo just yelling "That's my partner!" "Watch out, happy boyfriend coming through." He's the epitome of golden retriever energy.

Choso doesn't really know the etiquette of dating, his worst fear is to do something wrong and lose you. He isn't sure if being in a relationship is something you keep private or parade around. He does see couples on the street and on tv, but it's still new to him. He's only had a human body for a few short months. The thought to introduce you to his sorcerer friends doesn't even really occur to him until you ask, which prompts a conversation between you where he asks you all sorts of questions on this matter. He eventually settles for only telling his brother Yuji as he's concered for your safety. He is a curse who murdered people after all.

Gojo keeps your relationship a secret from the very first moment, even if you wouldn't have expected it from him. Being known as the strongest came with a big target on his back, he's had bounties on his head since he was a toddler. Even if he can easily take care of any threat, he would do anything to keep you safe and out of danger. The less people know about his sole weakness the better. He does apologise and spoil you to make up for it, but he cannot and will not risk putting you in harms way. If you're involved his judgement isn't as clear as it should be.

Geto could potentially have two reasons, depending on if he stayed with jujutsu high or defected. If he stayed the most prominent reason to keep your relationship a secret would be Gojo. His best friend has his nose in everything, but it's also partly since he's known as one of the strongest and you prove a weakness, in that sense he's similar to Gojo. Now... if he defected, then it's solely to keep up appearances as cult leader. Since he's not stupid he knows that a lot of people only join his cult because of his looks, and he fears that once it's known he's in a steady relationship that his cult would lose a lot of members.

Nanami is not a secretive person, but he is a more private one. He doesn't like sharing his business everywhere. What's going on in his private life will remain private. He does not like to mix personal with work, therefore he would keep your relationship quiet because it simply has no place in his work life. Especially since coming home to you is his happy place that brings him peace, he wouldn't taint that by mixing personal and work.

Yaga is an authority figure. As principal he holds a certain status, while he doesn't care much for the authority he holds, he does need to be respected. It's therefor a mix between Gojo and Nanami, where he doesn't want to mix personal too much with work, but also doesn't wanna put a target on your back. Considering he is also the only one who knows how to make cursed dolls he is already the target of some people. Dragging you into all of this would only be harmful. The only one who really knows about you two is Panda, obviously.

You shouldn't have been surprised at how beautifully he worked the ropes, how his fingers danced across your skin setting you alight with anticipation as he prepared you. Coils wrapped tidily around your wrists like crimson cuffs with a strong loop emerging from between them. Rows of neat knots decorated your body in a deceptively simple and attractive harness. Every single twist, wrap and knot was strategically placed for your pleasure, either indirectly by pressing against a pressure point, or more obviously, like the two strands that crisscross and diagonally frame around your clit. Every time you squirm against your bindings they give you a delicate kiss of stimulation and no more, just enough to have you lightly panting and pliant for him. You perch on one of the office chairs, the ropes wrapping your thighs softly pressing into your skin.

It was well into the evening of course, the main office door was locked but he had made sure your friends were busy just in case. You wouldn't have wanted to give Karen or Foggy an accidental view of you in this particular state. In fact you had almost said no to Matt before you acquiesced to his request for it to be here, he was very persuasive. With that mouth, and those hands he could almost get you to agree to anything.

Of course, you also had requests.

Actually, just the one.

"The Devil." you'd asked him, "I want him to take my confession."

Matt's mouth had gone dry. "I uh, hear the church can do that, see, they have these things called priests..." he half jokes but he's curious.

"Please."

"Alright." Matt's interest was doubly piqued. After all, what could you say to the Devil that you wouldn't say to him?

And so here you were. And here he was. You had to admit this was not quite what you were expecting when he decided to take his turn with the ropes.

Exposed. That was one word for how you both felt and looked, the blood red silken fibres your only garment while you were very much on display. But, this was his church and you were serving as his altar. He leaned up against the desk opposite as you shifted again.

"How long has it been since your last confession?" His voice is dark, dripping golden honey, rolling over you like liquid temptation.

"I... don't remember. Too long." Your tongue flicks out across your lips. "Many, many sins ago..."

You see a muscle in his jaw tic under the skin.

"It's okay, you can unburden yourself now, to me."

You take a deep breath.

"I have... thoughts."

Matt smirks, unsurprised. "As do we all from time to time. What is it that troubles you about them in particular?"

You rub your legs together, squirming in the chair. The rope fibres swish softly, almost musically, to Matt's ears.

"They're... impure. They concern a man."

There's silence for a few moments before he coaxes you to continue.

"God is always listening, sweetheart."

You swallow. "He's a good man, he cares so much for others, more than he does himself. He gives so much. He makes me want to be a better person."

Matt tilts his head to the side. "That sounds admirable?"

"Yes," you nod, "he stands up for people who cannot help themselves and seeks justice for them."

"But?" Matt preempts.

"Sometimes things don't have a happy ending, sometimes he can't stop the bad things from happening. Through no fault of his own. But he carries his own sins, he punishes himself with them and it hurts me to see him like that."

You watch him, wondering if you've crossed a line as he turns his head away, guilt almost seeming to darken the room.

"I know I can't change those things, but I can help him deal with them, maybe help him forget? I love him, as anyone could. I admit that it isn't always easy, real love never is, but I am so in love with him, with all of my heart, my soul. I want him to know that."

Although he knows you're talking about him, Matt starts to feel untethered.

"Then, how could your thoughts be impure?"

He draws his focus and holds on to the steady beating of your heart in the silence before you speak again and he's glad of it, as what you say next has him burning alive.

You sigh, closing your eyes as your confession starts flowing free and unbidden from your lips.

"I yearn, I ache for him. God, I can't find the words to describe how much I ache for this man... I want to take on all of his sin, to drown in it. I'm not unsatisfied, far from it, he gives me so much. But I know he holds back, I know I can take more, give him more of me..."

Matt can feel your body temperature rising, and the sound of your pulse is thudding through his skull. He can't help the shudder that wracks his body as you suddenly slide yourself off the chair, dropping to your knees in supplication in front of him.

"I need him so badly, you can't know how much."

His hands curl into fists and he's biting the inside of his cheek as he fights with the urge to devour you, but you're not finished with your admissions. You bow your head, and there's the barest whisper of a prayer from your lips that could only ever be for him to hear.

"God forgive me, for I know there's no other heaven than what I feel when he's inside me."

What the hell did he do to deserve you? To deserve this? He's interrogating himself but there's no answer. Blood is flowing like lava through his body, most of it heading south leaving him almost dizzy.

Leaning down, his fingers touch to the side of your face, sliding along to hook gently under your jaw and tip your head up. Your eyes drink him in. His are still shrouded with black cloth, his head tilts minutely to the side waiting, listening. The slick black shirt clings like a second skin to every muscle of his torso, it moves with his shoulders and chest as his breathing comes quick and shallow, adrenaline from the night still simmering in his veins. You don't miss the way his cock strains against those tight black pants.

"You want to drown in my sins, darling?"

You watch dumbstruck as he unzips his fly and pulls his thick cock out, holding it just above you making you squirm again.

He strokes himself a few times, slow. Your pupils grow wide as you gaze up him, watching his mouth as he parts his lips, just a touch, enough to let a thick drip of saliva fall straight down from his bottom lip. It lands neatly on the head of his cock, dripping around it and stretching, dripping down again in a connecting string which hits the flattened surface of your protruding tongue as you open your mouth for it. Matt's eyes roll into the back of his head as he hears, feels, and smells all of this unfolding, visualising the whole scene, his cock throbbing as his grip on it tightens.

"Fuck... baby-"

Any further words are lost into a slur of murmured expletives as you slide your mouth on him, spit slick and hot over the velvety soft skin. You rock your hips as you work him over, moving back and forth as the carefully positioned rope framing your cunt is teasing, beckoning you towards pleasure of your own. You bring your bound hands up around the base of his cock, fingers brushing at his dark curls and caressing his balls drawing a beautiful sound from deep in his chest as you attempt to suck the very soul out of him. Your throat gradually relaxes taking him deeper, and you feel him fighting the primal jerk of his hips, holding back as you moan around him.

You can't have that.

Pulling back slowly, your tongue drags underneath his shaft all the way to the tip where a glistening drop of precum leaks and spreads over the surface of your taste buds like a blot of wicked ink.

"Let go." you tell him.

His fingers twitch at his sides, chest heaving and he rips off the mask. "I- I just don't want to hurt you."

"You could never. I asked for the devil and that's what you're gonna give me. Let him out."

As you engulf him once more it doesn't take long for his hips to start moving in short thrusts. His fingers tentatively touch to your hair, gently sliding around to hold and guide your head and you groan your approval allowing him to take what he needs.

What he wants.

You're driving him insane already with your pretty mouth and tongue, his hand gravitates to your throat, fingers spreading as he fucks your mouth proper. God, he can feel his cock moving inside, feel the warm spit leaking and dripping down your chin, can smell your sweet cunt soaking the twists of ropes between your thighs. Fuck. He can't help himself, rutting harder now as he thinks about how you crave this, growling as it makes you moan louder and reverberate through him, makes gorgeous tracks of tears run down your cheeks and mix with the drool spilling out of your mouth. Your hands are massaging, pulling at his balls, the slightest tease of your fingers at his ass.

Oh goddd- oh fuck- he's gonna cum.

You grip him tightly as you feel him start to shake, hear his stuttering harsh breath as his orgasm builds its way right up from the base of his spine. You look up as his pretty mouth goes slack and his eyelids flutter closed. You want to grab his ass and force him to you but the bindings make it too awkward so you settle for gently squeezing his balls and humming around his cock, satisfied as you hear and feel his feral grunt and his hot release hits the back of your throat, coating it and your tongue in thick spurts.

You swallow him down, lick him clean, and slowly let him go. He's gripping the desk behind him, shaking. "oh god." he whispers, a prayer.

"It's just us." you say softly, smirking.

After a few moments he manages to unscramble his brain and pulls you to your feet wiping the mix of tears, cum, and spit from your face with a tissue from the desk. Then he's lucid, stripping himself of the rest of his clothes and boots, guiding you backwards towards the door, careful not to let you trip as he pushes you up against it. You try to withhold a grin of satisfaction, you've done it now, no going back. Turned the key in the lock and let this thing loose.

He casts the loop at your hands around the coat hook on the back of the office door. You shiver with anticipation as he takes his time just tracing his fingertips over your body, down your neck to your collarbone, tickling down the inside of your arm, palming your breasts, skimming lightly over your hip and trailing off at your upper thigh.

"Matt..."

"Shh." He soothes, with the black of his armour gone, all the rough kisses of the night on his body are on display.

You let loose a sigh as he leans into you, skin to skin, feeling almost every part of him already melding with you, buzzing with urgent desire. His teeth graze against your throat, you lean back on the door, your head gently thunking against it as he nips and marks you, echoing his own bruises.

"Are you gonna absolve me of all this, sweetheart?"

His voice has the hairs on the back of your neck standing up and you moan softly as he sucks more red bruising kisses into your skin.

"All my lust? My greed?"

"Yes."

Being anchored and held by your wrists meant that you could easily be turned, and that's exactly what he does, quickly spinning you around to face the door. He drags his fingertips down the center of your spine, pulling at the criss-crossing ropes and your back arches instinctually at his touch, hips tilting and pushing your ass up into his hands as they slide around to squeeze it.

"Eager, aren't you?"

Matt grabs your hips, pulls them back towards him and you moan feeling him hardening again between the cleft of your ass as he lazily grinds against you. One of his hands slips around to your front splaying over your public bone, his two middle fingers pressing into your slit.

"Mine." he rasps, rubbing the fingers through your wetness and over your clit making you keen. He slips them inside you, "yours..." you hiss as Matt starts to pump them in and out.

"So tight,"

"Yeah..."

"So... fucking... wet," he drawls.

Your patience for teasing is wearing thin. "Matty-"

"Spread your legs for me angel, your devil's gonna take you to heaven."

You barely have time to obey his command before the head of his cock is teasing and pressing into your entrance and you both groan in unison as he's filling you all the way to the hilt. He rests his chin between your neck and shoulder, his other hand dragging across your pretty harness and toying with your breasts. He's as close to you as can be, his breath ghosting over the marks he made as you relax into his intimate embrace.

Your own breath is punched out of you as he snaps his hips suddenly, roughly, your wrists jerking on the hook and stressing the door in its frame as he sets a brutal pace.

"M-matt!" you yelp as he flicks a finger against your clit, but he does not relent.

"Like that?"

You moan, head nodding loosely as all you can do is lose yourself to the incomparable sensation of him inside you. He wrenches at the red ropes at your hips, pulling you onto his cock and hitting so deep inside you wonder just how long he's been holding himself back. He's feral tonight, focused on just how much you can take, how far he can push you and you're high on it.

He keeps driving into you, rattling the door with each thrust. His lips brush the shell of your ear, "you feel so fucking good, always so good baby."

All you can do is moan in response, letting your head fall back against his shoulder as his hand returns between your thighs, intent on blowing your mind. There's nothing patient about the way he's touching you, nothing teasing like he wants to draw this out. He's set on pulling as much pleasure and as many orgasms as he can out of you while you're restrained. The way you had given him permission for this was still burning bright in his mind and gut.

He gathers your slick, spreading it all over you and easing the friction of his rough fingertips on your clit. Your whimpers and breathy little moans he pulls from you are so addictive. Matt grunts as you clench around him and that only serves to make him speed up his fingers, still fucking that perfect cock into you like it was his only purpose. Heat is curling up like a muscular snake in your core, tightening with every thrust, every precise and sensual movement, and Matt is well aware.

"C'mon sweetie, I want to feel it."

Your eyes are screwed shut, lips parted as you start to pant heavily, tension almost at breaking point and then, with a simple devious whisper he sends you over the edge.

"there's a good girl..."

You shatter, white hot pleasure unfurling right through you as you cum, pussy fluttering and making Matt grit his teeth in a salacious grin but he just keeps going, fucking you all the way through it until you're whining at him.

He pulls out, the loss almost burns but he turns you around to face him, hikes one of your legs up and pushes right back in again. You'd cry out from the overstimulation, but you're so turned on you don't want him to stop. He lifts you up easily to wrap your legs around his hips holding you up against the door that's threatening to come off it's fucking hinges if he gets his way. The silk fibres around your thighs rub against his sensitive skin as you squeeze but he doesn't give a damn, he just wants to see how many times he can get you off before he taps out.

It's different now you're facing him, he's going slower and you're grateful for the slight reprieve. He noses along your jaw, one hand gripping onto your thigh and the other braced against the door. Soft kisses land on your cheek, the corner of your mouth, and finally your lips. You let him in, let his tongue lick lazily between them savouring the slight salty tang of sweat from his upper lip mixed with the unmistakable taste of him.

You're feeling it now, past the point of too much and back into building pleasure. The roll of his hips is delicious and you don't hide it, couldn't if you tried. You're annoyed that your hands are bound as all you want to do right now is squeeze his beautiful ass, maybe scratch your nails down his back...

"You alright?" he asks, far too sweetly for your current situation, "too much?"

"God, Matt," your laugh almost comes out as a moan, "no, you're just too fucking good at this!"

He smiles and you tilt your head up to catch his lips as if you could eat it. "Mm you're so pretty too." you say as you pull away letting your head fall back again.

He laughs, it's devilish. "Shh, you'll make me blush sweetheart. Now where were we..."

Slivers of tingling pleasure rip up and down your spine as he slows his hips, fucking you with long, hard strokes that have your eyes rolling back into your head. A second climax is steadily creeping up on you as he manages somehow to grind in just the right way to hit that sweet spot. Your bottom lip trembles as the heat flares up and up, Matt tugs on it with his teeth, nipping it making it swell and then soothing it with kitten licks. It's more than you can stand.

"m'close... don't stop-"

He grins, "if you can take more I've got no intention of stopping..."

The intensity of your orgasm is so much higher this time and the slow sure rhythm of Matt's hips causes it to surge over you like a giant wave. You arch away from the door as you cum, broken quavering moans filling the office as your body sags against his and he lets you down.

He unhooks you and carries you to the desk carefully sitting you on it. Taking your wrists in his hands he gently unties them, rubbing his thumbs across the marks, bringing them up to his lips to kiss. You roll them a couple of times before pulling him to you for a kiss.

"thank you." you murmur, just before his hands scoop under your ass, pulling you to sit at the edge of the desk.

"Don't thank me just yet." he husks and you mewl as he pushes your legs apart sinking down to the floor between them. His tongue traces over the soaked fibres surrounding your cunt and then he's fucking his tongue inside. Your hands swing backwards to brace yourself as you lean back and let him eat you out, you've got no choice. You've barely come down from the last orgasm, he won't let you, just keeps pushing and pushing you up until you're a dumb shaking mess at the mercy of his mouth. Tongue swirling around your swollen clit, crying out when he sucks at it sharply. You crash backwards on the desk as he just won't stop, your hands flying to his head, ploughing your fingers into his hair and tugging as he's burying his face into your pussy. He moans so deeply into you the vibrations along with his sinful mouth make you buck against his face, pens and office supplies falling off onto the floor around you as you chase yet another high.

"Oh fuuuck!"

You scream as he sucks this one out of you hard it almost hurts.

Lying there prone and breathless, when you finally have enough energy to open your eyes he's standing there between your legs, stroking his cock. He may have already cum once but it looks so hard and red like he's going to explode any second. He leans forward to lick up the curve of your breast and suck your nipple in his mouth making you squeal.

"One more baby, just one more and I'm done. Promise." He smacks the side of your thigh and shifts closer.

You whine, you're so fucked out already. "I don't know... if I can.."

He lines up and presses his cock into your hot, wet core with a growl, manoeuvring your legs just where he wants them. "Yes you can sweetheart, I know it, c'mon."

You're so tired, you just lie there and take what he's giving, he presses your legs back towards you chest as he fucks you harder than ever before. The noises you can hear are obscene and it's driving Matt spare, hammering into you and making the desk screech it's way along the floor. It's too much, it's not enough, it's too much.

His hand claws into the desk by your head, his breath hot and fierce at your neck. Open mouthed kisses drunkenly search for your mouth as he knows he's close, teeth and tongues clashing as he grunts into it. He grasps for the edge of the desk, buckling over you, contorting, howling as he cums spilling every single drop he has deep inside your abused cunt. His hips stutter and he bites into your shoulder as he gives you absolutely everything he has. You hold him as best you can, wrapping your legs around him as he slumps against you panting, running your hands up and down his back you collapse under the weight of him, your head hanging off the end of the desk.

Eventually he slowly pushes himself up and slips out of you, bracing himself on the desk between your legs. He can sense it, smell the mixture of your cum dripping out of you and he-

just

cant

help himself.

You feel his fingers stroking up your sweaty inner thigh, and you're twitching as he gathers up the leaking mess on his fingers and pushes it back inside you.

"M-maaatt! Wha-!" You gasp and try to clamp your legs shut but he prises them open wedging his elbow and forearm between your knees so he can keep fucking his cum back into your pussy.

"Mmm, such a fucking good girl for me," he purrs as he crooks his fingers, rubbing at the front of your walls. "think you deserve another."

You buck up off the desk. "No, Matt I CAN'T! Please... you p-promised- fuck!"

Matt just gives you that trademark smirk of his, curling and fucking his filthy fingers and making you shake.

You don't know how but he wrings it out of you like it's the simplest thing for him. And it is, you've made him feel whole after all. Made him feel he can be his true self with you and that you'd never punish him for that.

In this act was the merging of his two lives and you were the beautiful silken rope that tied them together.

Okay, I am absolutely spent. I love you.

Tags: @saintmurd0ck @mindidjarin @peterman-spideyparker @pastafossa @mattmurdocksscars @mattmurdockspainkink @marvelswh0re

Until after they’d all spent time splashing around in the water that made its way to the shore, cooling off from the summer heat.

Until after father and daughter walked along the shoreline searching for the brightest and most colorful shells they could find.

Astrid sat on the blanket - her hand resting against the small bump that was new…exciting…and so very loved already - as she watched the way her young daughter’s small arms would shoot up in the air out of pure joy when she found a new shell.

She smiled warmly as she watched her husband squat down and hand Zephyr a bright blue shell. The way their bright and happy daughters small arms wrapped around Hiccup’s neck made a satisfying warmth seep into the pit of her belly.

Zephyr soon grew bored of the shells, however, and became more interested in building mountains out of the sand with her hands.

It wasn’t until Hiccup picked up a fallen stick and began drawing different lines and shapes in the sand in front of him that he told her the story of the beach.

“That’s a dragon!” Zephyr called out once she saw all the lines come together in the shape of the creatures she’s heard so much about.

“That’s right.” Hiccup told her as he continued drawing. “You know, I once knew two dragons that fell in love on this beach.” He spoke as he drew the shape of the other dragon that went along with the memory.

“Really?” Zephyr asked, the small sand mountain she’d worked so hard on now completely forgotten.

Astrid already knew the story, but she listened to it again anyway - always loving a reason to relive the times when she could look up and see many different colorful dragons flying above her. A time when things were so different.

And, so, Hiccup told his wide-eyed daughter the story of Toothless and the Light Fury - the one that happened on this exact same spot of sand.

How they came to this beach together and how Hiccup followed them, curious as to where his dragon had disappeared to before the sun came up.

How Toothless danced around in the sand, trying his very best to win over the light fury. And Hiccup’s imitations of the silly moments made his daughter roar with her high-pitched laughter that made him smile even on the worst of days.

How in the end, the one thing that impressed the light fury more than anything was when he drew in the sand.

The way Hiccup retold it so softly and so fondly made Astrid grab the hand that rested on the blanket between them.

“Then what happened, daddy?” Zephyr asked, curiously.

Hiccup thought for a moment, realizing that all the events that occurred afterward were stories for another time. “They fell in love.” He told her, remembering the smiles and the closeness and the tender moment the two dragons shared.

Astrid gave the hand she was holding onto a gentle squeeze when she watched him glance over at her.

“Like how you love momma?” Zephyr asked, watching the interaction between her parents.

Hiccup nodded, never looking away from the soft blue eyes of his wife. “That’s right.” He smiled that wide gap-toothed grin, the same one Astrid fell in love with all those years ago.

The same one that made her smile back and lean over to press her lips softly against his, her way of telling him that she loved him too.

But taking your eyes off a curious and intrigued three year old who had moved past the sweet story and back to the fun sand was never a good idea because as soon as Astrid pulled away, opened her eyes, and glanced back over at her daughter, she saw a small fist full of sand enter the young girls mouth.

“Zephyr, no, no!” Astrid yelled, but it was too late.

And Zephyr began to cry, not because the grainy texture was uncomfortable, but because she was upset that the small white grains did not taste as good as they felt.

And it wasn’t long after that the small sobs turned into tiny snores, Zephyr’s head tucked in the crook of her mother’s neck as she napped away the exhaustion from her exciting day.

Hiccup and Astrid continued to sit there on the beach, listening to the soothing sounds of the waves crashing against the shore, while thinking about the past.

How that one moment on this beach really did change things forever.

How the only memories that Hiccup had of this beach before today were of a time when things were so different. Of a time when he imagined his future, he always imagined his best friend there alongside him.

How even though the future was never what he imagined it being, he wouldn’t trade it for the world because the two - almost three - people sitting next to him on the blanket made him happier than he ever thought he could be.