#What I wouldn't give to make out with Matt

[mi-co-uk]

── GRUMPY MATT X MUTE READER ⋆˚࿔

BLURB: "ocean eyes" - dotty sees a girl in matts bed part three !! (final part lol - part one here , part two here)

WARNINGS: erm a little crying i think, very fluffy, there may or may not be some kissing erm not to spoil it but yep

this is part of my billie eilish writing marathon [here]

wc: 1.4k

AU MASTERLIST // NAV // ALL AUS

He felt entirely pathetic, he’d never been this emotional.

The image of her was haunting. He couldn’t escape the guilt even in his dreams, her tear-soaked face and sparkling eyes increased the pressure in his throat, like he needed to have a literal and emotional lack of air.

It was hard to find purpose in anything without her there. Dotty was his air, she was his everything. He’d never felt the weight of her absence as deeply as he did now.

Everything he did when he wasn't with her was to cope with that fact. The excessive drinking, smoking, being in general anti-social, sleeping with girls and imagining it was her. Matt wouldn't relax without her. 

It had been almost two weeks since the incident, over a week since he went to her house. Matt wasn't known for his patience, but he did his best for her, giving her space and endlessly hoping it would go the way he wanted - but probably not the way he deserved. He felt as if he was a lost cause, hed fucked up too much this time. 

But he had to do something. 

He got many side eyes from the workers at the mall, watching him grab anything and everything off the shelves, face stern with concentration. Any snacks she liked, anything bunny related, things she'd wanted but deemed far too expensive and pushed aside. Piles of gifts and yet he was sure it still wasn't enough. 

As he shopped, he had many mental apologies prepared. promises and gestures he slightly changed in each scenario in case it could be perceived wrongly. He wasn't prepared last time, but this time he would be. 

She hates surprises, especially ones that involve seeing people when she wasn't planning on it - he’d dismissed this last time due to his own desperation to albeit miserably fail at making amends. He decided to poke a small card through the front door, inviting her out but not forcing her. 

A small bunny illustration on the font, matts wobbly handwriting on the back.

“dotty - i really want to fix this. I shouldn't have done any of the things i did, you deserve so much more than how I've been. I want to be better for you. You don't have to, but i'll be parked outside yours at 10am tomorrow, i'll wait for half an hour and then if you don't show i’ll leave you alone. Im really am sorry.”

The waiting made everything worse, dotty was typically relentlessly punctual, always early. As the clock ticked from 9.54 to 9.55, he felt like maybe he truly had lost her. Matt cradled his face tightly, breathing heavy as a way to concentrate on steadying it. If he'd just always been honest, been there for her more, been someone else.

He knew dotty should have better than him but that idea was far too unbearable to let play out naturally. No one deserves her but she deserves everything. 

Small shy taps came from the passenger window, matts head shot in that direction out of shock. She held her arms nervously, standing in the breeze in her small dress. He sat there wide eyed, having spent hours imagining it play out, he forgot to react when she was actually there in front of him. 

Eventually he snapped out of it, quickly leaving the car to hold open the passenger door for her. She avoided eye contact, looking down at the floor but not moving into the car - like she was holding back what she wanted to say. 

Matt stood a little closer to her, eyebrows lightly furrowed out of concern. He leaned to a press a small kiss to her cheek, noticing a small smile form on her face as she finally lifted her head to face matt. It was only for a second but it was enough that matt mirrored her smile. 

“you look really pretty” he mumbled.

She went in opposite to before, a small frown now forming before she shook her head in dismissal. 

“you are, I mean it.” 

She shook her head a few times more, matts only solution was to press repeated quick kisses over her face. Dotty let out soft giggles, gripping matts shirt for balance as he continued.

He finally stopped to hold her in a full hug, she reached her arms around the back of his neck to reciprocate it. He felt so close to being able to breathe, but she still felt so far away. She pulled him closer but that didn't make him forgiven. The hug lasted longer than was necessary, matt wanted to hold onto her while she let him. 

Dotty was the first to pull back, sniffing slightly as she did.

Matt looked to the ground slightly nervous to speak. “There's presents for you in the car.” 

Dotty looked inside the vehicle a little over-excitedly, looking back to matt and watching as he remained avoidant of her gaze. She used all her confidence to reach up and place her own kiss onto Matt's cheek, watching the heat rise to his face as he failed to hold back a smile. 

“Don't even,” he jokingly warned. “get in the car.”

She sat down still giggling, smiling a little as matt shut the door for her. Matt was likely the most nervous, watching every move of both his and dottys to make sure it played out as he needed it to.

He grabbed the many plastic bags from the back seat, placing them in his lap first. He analysed the contents of each to decide the order to do everything, looking back to notice dotty's agape mouth in shock of just how much he'd gotten her. 

He decided on the stuffed bunnies, placing them delicately on her lap one at a time. She reached slowly to stroke them, emotions overwhelming her as she stared at them and began sniffing again. 

“baby, that's only the first few things” he quietly responded as he tilted his head, watching her begin to cradle the bunnies. 

She dropped them back into her lap and covered her face out of nervousness and embarrassment, matt reached over to pull them away gently. Dottys eyes were glassy staring back at him, matts stomach dropped slightly as he remembered how she had cried because of him before. His eyebrows furrowed from guilt, unable to escape the memory that had taunted his dreams for a week. 

“‘m sorry” he mumbled. “for everything’” 

Dotty stared at matt with sympathy now, reaching her hands and sitting up slightly to cradle his face, forcing him to look at her. He leaned into the palm of her hand, placing his hand over hers to gently caress them. 

“You don't have to forgive me but,” he swallowed out of anxiety. “but i hope you can.”

Her eyes flicked back and forth between his. She reached back to grab her favourite of the bunny rabbits to slowly move it towards matt, making it place a kiss on matts lips, watching intently as a wide grin formed on matts face. Dotty giggled as she pulled it a little further back, smiling wide as matt leaned himself down to place a kiss on the bunny hurriedly. 

He leaned back and took a deep breath to concentrate, focusing on his hands to sign a single phrase.

His expression held concern, worrying of the weight of what he was admitting. Dotty leaned forwards, gripping matts face once again but to place her lips against his. He reciprocated eagerly, the kiss was full of passion and adoration for each other.

They both couldn't bear to pull away, matt barely understanding what hed done to deserve her like this. He reached his hand to her cheek to deepen the kiss, pushing his head further to her direction in complete desperation for her. 

Dotty had to pull back first in order to take repeated deep breaths, eyes locked onto matts as she processed what she just did. Her hands stayed gripping matts shirt, not yet ready for the moment to pass. She only removed one hand to sign the same phrase back at him. 

‘ i love you ‘

a/n R YALL HAPPY NOW 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 this made me miss my wife so im upset

[chaostheoryy]

Bullies [Matt X Reader]

Summary: @sdavid09 requested a Matt X Reader “where he likes he reader and when he spots some stormtroopers picking on her he comes to her rescue.”

Word Count: 1,106

Rating: General

Warnings: Mentions of blood and a broken nose.

Notes: Reader is female. I love this prompt because it’s the opposite of what I’ve written about Matt so far, which has been the reader protecting him. Needless to say, I was excited to take on the reverse situation!

There was nothing Matt hated more than bullies. All those obnoxious officers and hotheaded troopers who went out of their way to call him names or steal his tools just to make his day harder were the absolute worst. He wished they would disappear from the face of the galaxy or fall at the hands of Kylo Ren’s saber. 

But the fact of the matter was the First Order was full of bullies and there was nothing he could do about it. So he just took it. Every name they called him, every shove, every taunt -- he took it all and never fought back. He knew better. He wasn’t strong like most of the soldiers and he certainly didn’t have the power of the Force like Kylo Ren. He was practically useless in a fight.

He stood behind his decision to never fight back every day. Even when the teasing grew forceful and the taunting became personal, he stayed his anger and kept his head down to avoid making things worse. It’ll be over soon, he would think to himself, Just let them say what they want.

Everything changed, however, the day bullies came for you.

Matt’s heart nearly dropped to his shoes when he saw you at the other end of the hall with your head bowed and a posse of three helmeted troopers cornering you like rabid dogs. Despirte being out of earshot, it was clear to Matt what was going on -- these bucket heads were making fun of you.

Matt couldn’t stand it. He had only known you for a few months but he knew for a fact that you were the kindest person he would ever stumble across on this wretched base. You were always there to lend him a hand with a tough job or offer him support if he ever had a rough day. You were an angel walking among mortals and you were certainly the last person who deserved to be bullied.

So he did the unthinkable.

“H-hey!”

The troopers looked over their shoulders to find Matt standing with his fists clenched at his sides and a stern look on his face. “Is there a, uh, problem here?”

“Well, look who it is! Old four-eyes himself!”

Matt swallowed as the troopers laughed.

“What’s the matter, laser brain? Your vest all tied up in a knot again?”

“You shouldn’t make fun of, (Y/N),” Matt said unwaveringly.

You made eye contact with him, clearly surprised to find Matt there standing up for you like this. He couldn’t blame you either. He’d never once made any move to stop his own bullies. Why would he do anything different for you?

“Awwww,” one of the troopers mocked, “Looks like techie here’s got himself a crush. What do you think you’re some kind of Prince Charming?” The gang laughed at the idea, making Matt fidget in place. 

“Look, carrot top,” another trooper interjected, referring to his bright orange work vest, “Mind your own business and get back to work.”

Matt clenched his jaw. “N-no. Not until I know you’re gonna leave her alone.”

The troopers looked at each other, absolutely astounded that Matt wasn’t standing down. They nodded at each other in silent communication.

“Alright,” the first trooper said, “If that’s how you wanna play, four-eyes.”

Suddenly, the trooper threw a punch at Matt, his fist striking the unsuspecting technician directly in the nose. There was an audible cracking sound followed by a yelp as Matt stumbled back and clutched at his face. Blood was seeping through his fingers and it was clear that his nose had been broken by the jab.

The bullies laughed manically as they watched him drop to his knees, whimpering in pain as he held his injured nose. One of them stepped forward to strike another blow only to freeze in place when an officer rounded the corner.

“Hey! What the hell is going on here?” 

The officer began marching over to address the commotion and the troopers bolted, knowing they would be punished for assault if they were identified. The officer chased after them without so much as insuring Matt’s safety. Fortunately for him, he wasn’t entirely alone.

“Oh God, are you alright?” You asked as you knelt down beside him.

Matt winced and nodded. “It’s just broken,” he answered, voice muffled by his blood-soaked hand, “I think.”

Your hands found their way to his shoulders as you helped him to his feet. “Come on. We need to get you to the medical ward.”

It didn’t take long for the doctor to reset his broken nose and clean up his bloodied face and hand. Within an hour, Matt was back on his feet and the two of you were dismissed from the ward.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly as you two slowly made your way down the halls of the base.

Matt furrowed his brow and looked down at you. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know. But...” You sighed. “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have been hurt by those assholes.”

He nearly frowned. “They’re jerks and shouldn’t be making fun of you.”

“Well, no they shouldn’t. But bullies are bullies. They make fun of who they want whether or not that person deserves it.”

“You don't.”

You looked up at him. His expression was stern. “People are terrible and mean but not you. You are nice to me and to everybody you know even if they aren’t nice to you too. You help me a lot and you have a really nice smile that makes me happy.” His cheeks felt hot and he swallowed. “I like you a lot and I...I think you’re pretty so...Nobody should make fun of you.”

He dipped his head, afraid to make eye contact after admitting his feelings. He was surprised, however, to have your hands grasp at his. Lifting his head, he found you smiling softly up at him with a look of adoration in your eye.

“Hey,” you said softly as you held his hands, “I like you too. And I don’t think anybody should make fun of you either because you are the sweetest, most caring guy I’ve ever met.”

Matt’s eyes scanned your face, his brain processing every word you said as he memorized the details of your eyes and skin. He swallowed and blinked a few times. “Do we kiss now?”

You laughed, the sound ringing warmly in his ears. “Matt, you just had your nose broken,” you said gently, “I don’t want to accidentally make it worse by bumping noses.”

“Okay. Later then.”

You smiled. “Later it is.”

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Good Girls Finish First ||

Matt Murdock x female reader

Warnings: The Hard Fucking. All the pet names. Praise. Minor denial, minor cum eating. All the good stuff.

Author's note: a follow up to the Kinktober Praise Kink fic that you guys seemed to really like 🥹

Thud-thud-thud-thud.

You don't know what's louder, the banging of the bed frame against the wall or the hard beating of your heart in your chest. The secondary thrum of hot blood pulsing between your thighs almost feels like it could drown them both out.

"Mmn… M-Matt!"

Your hands are bound tightly to the bed with his work tie, it feels like you've been here for hours. Yet you can't stop him, wouldn't want to, even with your safeword agreed beforehand. You're willingly prone for him, on your knees, your fingers white knuckled, gripping around the railing as much as you can to push back against him as his cock plunges in and out of you so fucking deep. There's so much sound, so many points of stimulation chasing and manipulating you both towards the peak of pleasure. The hot skin of his pelvis and thighs smack so loud against your ass every time he thrusts inside, and the creak and slam of the bed provide the baseline to your personal symphony of sinful, desperate noises.

Matt's ears burn with the sheer carnality of it all. You'd been quiet, shy, and restrained with him up until now, when he'd coaxed your desires out from so deep within you with simple, truthful words of praise.

Oh, and his fingers.

You opened up for him in ways he had only dreamed of, those kinds of dreams that left him panting, hard and wet, aching for you to admit what you wanted, to let go. He'd willfully been so patient as you became more comfortable with him each time you were together, content to let you lead, just until he saw that you needed that little push… a couple of words that flipped a hidden switch in you.

"Oh- oh fuck… harder Matt! Fuck me harder, please!"

He can't help the grin that splits his lips as he gives you what you want, slamming into your sweet warmth with relentless devotion. Even more of your slick wetness coats his cock and drips down his balls as his hand roams over your body, cupping and massaging each of your breasts, making your breathy little gasps clip off as he toys with them, his rough fingertips grazing over your nipples.

"Does that feel good? You like it like this?" He growls deep right by your ear, lips brushing the spot just underneath that you love, sending electric shivers cascading up and down your spine.

He knows the answer even before your almost guttural moan hits his ears in response.

"Oh you're taking me so well," he breathes, struggling to contain the urge to release more of the wildness that's clawing to get out. Your pussy flutters maddeningly around his cock at the praise and he has to slow down. "Fuck sweetheart, so fucking good for me aren't you?"

His questions may well be rhetorical but you answer every one breathlessly, your back arching and thighs shaking at the delicious pull and push of your devil's wicked need within you. You'll never know how but he makes you feel all of life's contrasts. Goodness, depravity, trust, desecration, worship. Every one of them is a simultaneous offering and imposed need.

As the thought floats through your mind a loud whimper escapes you that causes Matt to halt. He caresses you tenderly, his lips a soft brush on your shoulder as he drapes himself gently over you. He might enjoy fucking you hard but he'd never want to cause you discomfort.

"Tell me what's wrong, do you want to stop?"

"I- I want to see you, need to see you…"

"Of course sweetheart." He kisses a trail down your back as he gently pulls out, his hands immediately reaching for the tie. Once your wrists are unbound, you gingerly turn to face him, body slightly stiff but leaning into the way his hands and mouth work to soothe you. You tilt your head to his and when your tongue slips between his parted lips you feel him moan, your fingers coming up to slide through his hair and push him by his chest, guiding him to take your place. He goes where you want him, ecstatic that you're asking for what you need.

You sit straddling his thick thighs, content for a moment watching the curl of his fingers slowly work up and down the length of his cock. He licks his lips, biting down on the lower one as he knows you're watching, sensing your own hand sliding between your legs.

"Mmn, is that better angel?," he almost purrs as he can hear the movement of your wet fingertips teasing your already swollen clit. You rock your hips a little against your hand, watching his grip tighten and strokes get faster, the fact he's lubricated by your slick just turns you on even more.

"Look so good, Matty, so pretty…" you whisper, inching yourself closer until the head of his cock is bumping against your folds. He holds himself back, eager to follow where you lead.

"Such a pretty cock…"

Matt chuckles, a faint blush creeping up his neck and he lets out a contented gasp as you reach for him, letting his own hand fall away as you take over, stroking him steadily and not missing the drip of precome that leaks from the tip. As you pull your hand up you smear it around with your thumb making it glisten and shine.

"Fuck…" he murmurs, eyes closing at the sensation.

"Matty, does it feel good?" You ask him, turning the tables on the game of praise he's been playing with you. He hums, and you can feel his cock throb in your hold as he gives over to your command. You keep jacking him off slowly. "Bet it felt good when you were inside me, didn't it baby?" you tease, rubbing him over your clit again and he groans, nodding as his brows knit together.

"Oh sweetie, nothing feels better…" he says.

You nudge forward so you're directly over him, lining him up with your needy pussy. His hands grab onto your hips and his mouth drops open as you sink down with a long sigh and he's filling you again. You clench around him making him gasp and dig his fingers into your soft flesh as you lean down, your voice a light whisper.

"Fuck me like this Matt, make me cum on your pretty cock." you tell him, your hand sliding back into his disheveled hair and tugging his head back as you begin to slowly grind your hips against his, your tongue licking a stripe up his throat. He gasps, swearing again, lips pulling up into a smirk as you ride him.

"Yeah, that's my girl," he pants out, his hips thrusting upward to meet yours, noting how you lose rhythm as he says it. "Mm, so beautiful, so fucking sexy. You know how it makes me feel when you tell me what you want."

You tug on his hair again releasing a feral growl from deep in his chest, fucking up into you harder with every stroke. You guide his hands over your breasts, whining as he kneads them, feels them bounce as you fuck yourself on him.

"Please, please Matty, I want to cum so bad-" you keen.

"I know…" he moves you gently, placing a hand at your lower back to urge you closer and tilt your pelvis forward so you could get more stimulation against his body.

He licks his first two fingers, sliding them between you to gently rub little circles on your clit. "There you go angel."

It feels fucking amazing and you moan loudly, riding him faster.

"Nngh- that's it honey, just like that." Matt groans, "Take what you need."

The pleasure you're feeling is sublime as he fucks you, his fingers touching you exactly the way you need him to. It's an all-consuming, glowing heat at the base of your spine and he just keeps throwing on more fuel.

"Fuck, you're so good for me…"

You're practically wailing now, eyes glimmering with unshed tears that he can taste in the air. He knows when you're close, he always knows, so tightly wound that when he reduces the pressure of his fingers, only tracing delicately around your clit but not touching directly, you whine with an agonising need.

"Maaaatt!" You sob, your fingers grasping at his chest and hands, begging him for the orgasm that is held just out of your reach. He smiles with a smug satisfaction that you almost want to slap off his face but you can't, not when he's holding the key.

"Use your words sweetheart, I promise I'm gonna make you feel so good, just use your words for me."

You can only whimper in response, completely cock drunk as he changes the angle of his hips and starts hammering right into the spot in you that makes you howl and cry out. He's got you where he wants you, right on the precipice. He was playing with you, seeing how far he could take it, and you were about to explode.

Just one… last… little…

Push.

"Only good girls get to finish first, are you my good girl? Hmm?"

You moan, your entire body shuddering and shaking with how worked up he has you, knowing your weakness, how to make you melt.

"Y-yes Matty, yes…" you choke out, "I'm y-your good fucking girl!"

"You are. Now cum for me, kitten," he growls, feeling your pussy squeeze around him at his darkened tone. "let me hear you scream for me."

You were gone, sobbing with pleasure and relief rippling through your body as his thumb glides over where you need it most, breaking apart, screaming his name out as you cum, just like he asked.

Matt's hands hold firm to your hips, rutting into you, your soft, tight, velvety walls clenching around him have him giving up any sliver of remaining control he might have had left.

"You're mine, mine…"

"yours..." you affirm, lucid enough to watch wide-eyed at how the muscles in his jaw clench and relax, his lips parting to release his strained gasps, the deep heave of his chest, the way his abs twitch and contract with every uncontrollable spasm as he spills deep into you, his hips rolling and stuttering while he cums and doesn't stop fucking you until you tell him to.

You lie breathless on top of him, cheeks damp with tears, quiet murmurs from your lips as he places the most gentle kisses on your shoulder and neck. When he softens you shakily dismount, now highly aware of the mix of both your mess leaking from between your thighs. You sit up and he reaches there, gathering some on his fingers and bringing them up to your mouth.

You suck them clean without question, tasting you together on your tongue. He swiftly rolls you underneath him, giving you a gorgeous smile before dipping down and kissing you deeply.

Good girl.

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[amaya-writes]

Hi!<3 May I request Mello Matt, L, Near and Light hcs of how they would be if their s/o nearly died?

Notes: plz I love writing death note hcs

Warnings: near-death situations, slight yandere themes

Characters involved: Light Yagami, L Lawliet, Near, Mello, Matt

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Light Yagami

Regardless of what happened to you, Light will presume this is because of people who are trying to hurt him through you.

Being Kira's s/o is obviously a dangerous position, and he heavily chastises himself for not thinking of his status impacting you before.

This is obviously not completely true, as what happened was a mere accident and had nothing to do with you being his partner.

If another person was involved in the accident then they will definitely be killed using the death note, this is non-negotiable and Light will probably hide their death from you.

He starts keeping a close eye on everything you do and will not let you go places without him for a while. Even after that Light often sends Ryuk to watch over you when he's executing his plans to ensure you don't get caught in it.

Overall, he takes this incident as a challenge to try and prove that he can be Kira and have a partner without it ending in a tragical romance.

L Lawliet

L definitely isn't as crazed Light but he is very cautious because of the incident.

He considers himself foolish for not thinking about such a thing happening before and does get very panicked at the thought of possibly losing you.

Unlike Light who's accustomed to caring for others, his family, and having important people in his life, L has never really had to worry about anyone except himself and Watari, which is why this incident sort of shocks him into realising you are now part of that list too.

He won't be overbearing physically, but he will insist upon having surveillance for some time or at least sending Watari with you.

If you protest then he pretends to understand and agree not to do it, but he still will survey you anyways.

L will get used to the idea of having to look out for you pretty easily, as he also considers the fact that in the future if your relationship ever goes public people might try to use you to get to him.

Overall, he probably seems like the calmest out of them all but he's really spiralling mentally and feels a need to constantly have you around after that.

Mello

The angry kind.

He probably yells at you after the incident and calls you an idiot, but it's really just his way of showing you he cares (that doesn't excuse the fact that he's being toxic).

He'll get overbearing but unlike the others, he doesn't give you a chance. Mello can and will force you into accepting his sudden surveillance and has the connections to ensure you are always watched by someone he trusts if he isn't available.

The two of you probably fight about it quite a bit and Mello starts yelling and has to force himself to understand the fact that just because he cares about you doesn't make this okay.

He's never really had to care about someone so much before, sure he has Matt but he's never cared to this extent, which is why Mello just gets very panicked and doesn't know what to do with himself.

With Mello, conversation is key in this situation.

If you fight fire with fire it might just result in things getting worse and him going Yandere.

Near

Blames himself.

To Near, it's all but insulting you were even put in such a situation. He thinks that it's his fault for not seeing this possibility before.

If he was there to witness the situation his guilt and decision to blame himself only gets worse to the point where he thinks he needs to take extra measures to make up for his previous shortcomings.

He wouldn't force surveillance on you or anything but he might get a little overbearing because he doesn't want you to go places without him or be out of his sight.

Unlike the others Near is open to an argument in fact he wants you to argue back, wants you to knock him out of his self-blaming spiral.

He isn't very familiar with human emotion and doesn't really know how to comprehend what he feels for you and how the thought of you feeling pain affects him so badly.

Just like Mello he just needs to understand this new feeling and how to cope with it healthily.

Matt

Matt is the calmest of them all, and unlike L he's not faking it.

Sure, he's scared shitless. If anything this incident just shows him how careful he needs to be about mixing you and his work since the possibility of you getting hurt is very real.

He doesn't want to risk losing you and isn't very happy about the fact that you could have been taken from him.

Normally, Matt isn't very physically affectionate but now he's holding you in his arms for hours on end convincing himself that nothing happened, that you're fine.

It would be cute if he didn't talk about keeping you with him and only him while you were in his arms.

Very yandere thoughts but unlike the others he doesn't do anything about it.

Well, he doesn't kidnap you. But he does set up a camera outside your house and a tracker in your car. Mello told him to do this before anyways (just in case you were a mole) so that's just more of a reason for Matt to keep an eye on you.

He doesn't tell you any of this, and you will probably never find out since Matt's good at what he does and know how to ensure his targets don't know they're being watched.

[essektheylyss]

I need to shout out the Quotations section on the wiki page for "A Tangled Web" (2x77) because reading through these in order literally feels like experiencing a "Previously on" edit that gets put before a major plot episode:

Caleb: (speaking of the captured Scourger) I assume she has not had much empathy offered to her. And thus she offers no empathy, nor will she, anymore. But things maybe would be better for me if there had been a little more empathy, and there was not. Jester: But there is now. Beau: This isn't some sort of a weird masochistic self-projection type of thing, is it? Caleb: Oh, why not both? Jester: (speaking of the Traveler) No, it's not a cult! It's an organized religion. We're very powerful, and there's a lot of us followers, and ... Oh, shit, are we a cult? Matt: (as the Scourger) Good men don't conquer. They die and are forgotten. I'll die and be forgotten, but at least I know some of my deeds will have changed the course of history. Matt: (as the Scourger) "What do you want? Why did you come here? None of this is surprising. What do you want from me?" Caleb: Maybe if I could talk plainly with you and see one inch of change, I wouldn't believe we're all damned. Matt: "I hope this lesson has been very useful." Caleb: It has. You've made what I have to do very plain. Jester: (to Caleb) I walk up and I grab his hands. "I just want to say– I just want to say that I know what you went through today in the cell was very, very hard, and probably didn't go the way you were hoping it would. So if you need anyone to talk to about it or anything, I'm here for you, okay?" Beau: (to Dairon) You told me to seek out the corruption. You told me to trust no one. You told me to find the information. I could be fucking wrong, but I'm doing exactly what you told me to do. What YOU told me to do. Fuck the Cobalt Soul. You're the first person who ever fucking believed that I could make something of myself. I don't know who vouched for me over there, but I'm assuming it was you. I've always assumed it was you. Dairon: "I am proud of you. You are a fine Expositor. Which you now are, because I say so." Dairon: (giving advice to Beau) "Pry. Ask. Demand. Extract."

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

An Altar For Our Sins

Part 7 // Masterlist

Demon!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Warnings: so much where do I start, Smut (18+), tail fucking, fingering, oral sex, come drunkness, an attempt at penetrative sex which stops due to pain, restraints, a little display of tail choking, jealousy, thigh fucking.

Happy New Year babes!

Two men sit, facing each other angrily. One has devoted himself to his religion, prides himself on the strength of his morality, the other, has killed more people than this church can hold.

"I could kill you right now without batting an eye." Billy says easily from his spot beside you.

"He's not going to kill you, I promise." You speak up, trying to deescalate the tension in the room.

Matt turns his head to face you, giving you a sweet smile which you can't help but return even if he can't see it.

"We just want some answers." You say, trying to keep your tone nice and soft and airy enough to keep the peace.

"Ask away." Matt permits.

"How'd you lose your eyesight?" Billy asks invasively.

"Billy!"

Matt grins.

"It's fine. I was in an accident when I was a kid, some really toxic chemicals got into my eyes. I'm not totally blind though, I do have partial eyesight... but it's just mostly shapes."

"Oh, I'm sorry." You say, sympathising with such a traumatic event.

"It's really okay, losing my sight sharpened my other senses and helped me develop a sixth." Matt turns his head to Billy, the smile dropping from his face, "I bet that answers your next question."

Billy rolls his eyes.

You try not to laugh at both men clearly despising each other.

Matt had initially been skeptical about speaking with Billy in the first place. But after pleading with him, he'd allowed you both the opportunity to ask questions in his office, pertaining to his ability to recognise you.

You saw Matt as an asset, possibly even a friend, Billy saw him as a stain, to be wiped out.

"Mistress," Billy says to you, "It would take me a minute to make his death look like an accident."

"No, Billy." You emphasise.

Matt gives Billy a smug smile.

"Down boy." He taunts.

Billy's out of his chair almost immediately, striding angrily to Matt, sitting on the other side of his desk.

You move too, sliding between the desk and your angry demon, a calming hand on his chest.

"Hey," you whisper to him, and his red eyes meet yours, "Please? We just need some answers and we'll be done soon."

Billy takes a deep breath, eyes reverting to brown, he nods before taking a step back.

You turn to Matt a little angry at his disrespect.

"He doesn't have to be bound to me. He could kill me just to get to you."

At the same time, both men speak.

"He wouldn't do that."

"I would never do that."

You swallow, glancing back at Billy, a little perplexed by his overall reaction to Matt. Why did this one priest make him so angry?

You turn to Matt next.

"How do you know that?" You ask softly.

Matt takes a moment, before extending his hand to you, palm up for you to take.

You hear Billy let out some type of low growl as you place your gand in Matt's, but you're unable to pay him any mind, too focused on what Matt could possibly be sensing. Something deep inside you calls out to let him go, to step back and spit in his face and you frown at the irrational thoughts.

"Whatever chance Billy had to get rid of you is long gone. There's so much of his energy wrapped around you that killing you would kill a part of him."

Your lips part in shock.

"What? How?" You ask.

"The longer you stayed bonded, the stronger the bond grew. It would have cost him nothing to kill you when you first met? Now? It'll take a part of him too." Matt explains.

You turn to look at Billy, his eyes are on the floor, doesn't meet yours at all.

He knew, and he still kept you alive.

"What if I die?" You whisper, and you feel a sharp pain move through the space between your lungs at the thought.

"Depending on how strong the bond gets, it could kill him too."

The thought squeezes your throat till you can't breathe, and still Billy won't meet your eyes.

"It's unbreakable right?"

"Yes... but... distance and time apart can weaken it some."

To Billy, you whisper softly.

"When I'm close to death we can try that? So part of you won't have to die with me."

Those words finally make him look up angrily, with irises turning red.

"You expect me to leave you before you die? I don't care if part of me dies with you, I'm not leaving your side."

You open your mouth to protest and he shakes his head.

"Even if I could, it would put us both in an unquantifiable amount of pain to be apart."

You close your mouth, turning back to Matt.

"Is that it?" You ask softly.

"I can also sense that he wants to corrupt you."

You swallow at the thought.

"What demon doesn't?" You ask rhetorically, and instead of waiting for Matt to release your hand, you pull it away.

You sigh, rubbing where Matt was touching to wash away the sensation of his hold, you avoid Billy's gaze.

"Thanks, Matt." You say, appreciating the difficulty of the situation you'd put him in.

"Anytime... and you can always come to me if you need help." You turn to look at him, "You... not him." He emphasises.

"I understand," you say with a smile, bidding him goodbye as you exit his office with your demon trailing behind.

There's something of a tense silence between you, something you hate because it makes everything feel awkward between you and you didn't like it one bit.

"Mistress." Billy finally calls.

You pause, looking back at him in the church aisle.

"I'm sorry." he finally says.

"For?"

"This entire thing. I'm sorry it happened."

You swallow, nodding.

"I'm sorry too." You supply.

The corner of his mouth twitches, his hands are deep in his pockets and his shoulders are hunched and you think this is the first time he's let himself be this vulnerable.

"What could you possibly be sorry for?" He asks in amusement.

"Everything," You answer, "We've just been dealt really shitty hands by the universe and I'm sorry for that."

He smiles sadly, stepping forward, he wraps his arms around you. You eagerly return the hug.

"It's less shitty with you." He finally whispers into your hair. Your arms squeeze him tighter in agreement.

~~~

"Maybe I was jealous." Billy murmurs, opening one of the kitchen cupboards to peer inside.

You pause your examination of the countertops.

You'd been searching for a new apartment ever since you found out that the people that had tried to kill you knew where you lived. In true Billy style, he'd narrowed the search down to some very upscale apartments that he felt were the safest, and now you just had to pick one from his carefully curated list.

"Jealous? Billy... there's no need to be jealous of Matt. It's not like- I mean- I doubt I'm even his type." You say, crossing your arms to look at him. The conversation you were having right now had come up after he'd made a displeased comment that this apartment was only a couple of blocks away from Matt's church... to Billy's dismay.

He closes the cupboard door to look at you.

"Explain."

You make an exasperated sound at the back of your throat.

"Circumstances aside, he'd never go for me anyway, I doubt I'm the type he goes for." After a few seconds of contemplation, you speak again, "Hell, I doubt I'm the type you'd go for."

"And what does that mean?"

You throw your arms up in exasperation.

"Do I have to spell it out for you? I'm weird and awkward and... and ugly!" You heave in air, turning away from him.

"Wanna know why I'm a girl well into my twenties and still a virgin? Well it's cause no one I like wants to fuck me. Obviously."

Before he can say anything, the realtor, who'd been in the other room taking a call, steps in.

"How is everything going? Are we feeling good about this one?" She asks with a voice that's way too excited for the embarrassed way you feel.

"Alice." Billy says her name, in a calm way and you keep your eyes fixed on the floor length windows.

"Um, yes?" She responds.

" I'll give you double if you give me the keys right now and go home."

You swallow, finally turning to look at him in surprise.

Alice, who's brain has just caught up to the profit she stands to gain from accepting, speaks up.

"Consider it done, I'll be back tomorrow with contracts and payment plans drawn up." She pulls the key from her pocket and hands it over to him.

"Sounds great. Have a nice day." Billy says, accepting the keys.

Alice pauses for a second, before nodding her head and grabbing her purse to walk out the door.

You have so many questions coming to mind as you hear the door shut. There was no way that renting or buying such a high end apartment had been so easy. No way.

But while you had been waiting to speak, Billy had had a lot more in mind. He's striding up to you angrily as the front door shuts.

His body against yours, you gasp as he grips your shoulder tightly to keep you from backing away from him, not that you could as he traps your body between his and the kitchen counter.

"Let's get one thing clear," he murmurs angrily, his eyes going red swiftly, his tail wrapping around your hips to press your body tightly to his.

"I have yearned to fuck you from the minute I laid my eyes on you." He says hotly, and you can't help swallowing as pure, unadulterated heat flushes through your body.

"Every night, I think about being inside you, when you're fast asleep beside me, curled into me, dreaming your pretty little dreams," His lips graze the shell of your ear, "I think about how badly I want you, how much I need every clench of your cunt, every drop of your wetness, to be because of me."

You're not sure you're breathing anymore.

"And I know how irrational that is. Not even you have control over who you get wet for, and yet I ache for it anyway."

You breathe a sigh of his name, aroused right now because of his words.

"Be realistic," you try to protest, "You would have never even looked my way if we weren't bonded." The truth of the words almost choke you, you can hardly meet his eyes.

Billy lets out a rough sound of frustration. He presses further against you, burying his face snugly against your neck, holding you as tight as possible to his body as he can. He dwarfs you in size, his large frame enveloping yours easily.

"You're wrong," You gasp in surprise as his fingers find the button of your jeans, undoing them easily and pushing them down your thighs, "You're so wrong."

He strips your bottom half, and you don't even think to deny him, your body's memory of the pleasure he can give is too potent for resistance.

You shiver with delight when he lifts you, sitting you on the edge of the countertop and spreading your legs.

Once again, he looks between your open thighs for a long time before he licks his lips, a hot, languid feeling spreading through you like molten lava.

"I can't remember the last time I wanted something as bad as I want you." Billy whispers finally, before he drops his head to seal his lips around your clit.

You moan in surprise and delight.

You can barely hold your body up as you feel his tongue begin to work over you.

A blissful moan leaves your mouth at the eager way he licks over you. Your nails scratch at the countertops, willing some level of destruction onto the cold marble, trying to unravel something the way he unravels you.

You swear, and you plead, and you don't even understand what you're asking for because he's already giving it to you.

The worst thing is that he moans, enjoying the way you taste, and the way he makes you feel. Briefly, your brain reminds you that he can feel this, he can feel the pleasure swimming in your veins, and he knows exactly what he's doing to you and it makes you almost feral to be as close to him as physically possible.

It's almost too much for your body to handle. The way you feel for him, and the pleasure he wrings from you and the sensastion of his rough, slippery tongue exploring every inch of your most sensitive parts like he owns you wholly and your pleasure is his and only his to do with it whatever he pleases and the pressure builds in your head and it builds and builds and spills from your mouth and curls your toes and still it's all Billy and the power he wields over you.

Your entire body shakes when your orgasm hits. With the force of a tsunami, the brilliance of lightning coursing through your veins, aftershocks that don't slow down until he manages to pull his tongue away from your dripping center.

You gasp, heaving in air, unable to focus, or think with that much bliss drunkening your every nerve.

He leans up, an insistent hand cupping the back of your neck so that he can push the taste of your release into your own mouth. Like a doll, you accept it, limbs too pliant to stop him, mind too hazy to even consider denial.

You hum against his lips, eager for anything he has to give you.

"So," he whispers softly, his tail trailing over your thigh, "I don't wanna hear you say a bad thing about yourself ever again. Understood?"

You pout.

He laughs, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Dont give me that. Be a good mistress and do as I say."

"But I'm the one in charge," you whisper hoarsely, "you need to do what I say."

Something dangerous sparks in his eyes.

"Really?" He challenges, and the next thing you know he's lifting you off the counter, grinning at your sound of surprise.

You curl against him, content with wherever he's taking you.

"You're my demon," you murmur cheekily, "not the other way around."

"Am I?" he inquires, dropping you onto the soft black leather couches of the living room.

"Mhmmm." You hum an affirmative, letting him turn your body however he likes, until you're almost bent over the back of the couch, facing the magnificent floor length windows that overlook the city.

You gasp in surprise when he tears your shirt in two, tugging your bra off as well, until you're naked and dishevelled before him.

You don't get a chance to turn and look at him, before you feel his front cover your back, skin on skin, telling you that he's shed his clothes as well.

His tail wraps around your midsection, you hum in appreciation at his gentle caresses.

You gasp when you feel him spread your thighs, and you tense when he manages to slip his cock between them.

He lets out a blissful sigh of relief, one that goes right to your head and sinks down to your core. You can feel his cock, using your arousal as a lubricant to slide between your thighs. The head of his cock even reaches so far that it bumps your clit, and you find yourself fisting the soft leather of the couch.

His hands on your hips, his stature behind you is large and imposing, trapping you against the couch so that he can fuck your thighs however he pleases.

"I think about fucking you like this all the time." He whispers in your ear, and your eyes flutter shut, clenching as his cock slides along the outside of your cunt.

"I could do anything I want to you right now," To prove his point, he pulls his tail away from your midsection, and wraps it around your neck. You open your eyes in surprise, titling your head up to look at him when he pulls your back flush against his chest.

You let out a small cry when his fingertips meet your stiff nipples, aching for his attention. 

"So while you may be my mistress," he bends his head till his lips meet your ear, "Don't forget who's in charge."

When you orgasm this time, it's completely unintentional. His words are directly responsible, and you whimper and cry as wave after wave of bliss overtakes you, more of your arousal soaking his cock.

When you can breathe without being overwhelmed with pleasure, emarrassment overtakes you.

"S-sorry." you murmur.

Billy grabs your jaw, keeping you face turned towards him so that he can lay a harsh kiss on your lips.

"For. Fucking. What? Being so sensitive for me that your pretty body can't handle it? Making me fucking ache to be inside you so bad?"

Your stomach tingles at his words, he presses his forehead to yours. Your eyes are closed, you reach for him in your head, surprised to feel your warm affection returned.

"I can't believe I have this much self control. I want you so bad I can't stop thinking about it. But I know you're not ready, and I'm not trying to force you. I'm happy with whatever you want to give me, and I'd love to be your first if you'd have me. I've thought about that too."

You're not even sure that he's still talking to you, and not just rambling thoughts that spring to mind.

"You have?" you ask, hoping not to break him from whatever trance he was in.

"Of course I have, of course. It wouldn't be like this," He murmurs, most likely indicating to the position he currently had you in, pressed between the couch and his body, your back to his warm front.

"What would it be like?" You ask, "Show me."

He pulls his forehead away from yours, blinking down at you.

"What?"

"Show me... how you'd take me the first time."

He shudders out a breath.

"Sure?" he asks.

"Yes." You confirm.

"Well it wouldn't be here." He says with determination in his voice, leaning away to turn you around, wrapping your legs around his hips, his hands sliding under your behind before he picks you up. You wrap your arms around his neck to hold on, pressing your head to his collarbone with a little giggle of surprise.

"I'd do it on a bed, so that you're relaxed and comfortable and open for me."

He walks you into the bedroom, that you didn't have a chance to look at before he'd decided to take the apartment.

It's beautiful, with black walls and dark bedsheets and blackout curtains that satisfy a hidden craving within you. The only lighting is below the bed, and behind the mirrors in the room, making everything awash with a soft glow instead of a harsh, direct light.

Even the headboard is backlit, and it soothes you, reminds you of the devilish man holding you, placing you gently onto the dark sheets and making you feel like a person about to be thoroughly worshipped.

His eyes glow in the darkened room, taking slow, deep breaths in what you think is his attempt to calm himself.

"What next?" you whisper softly, wondering how far you're willing to let this go.

"Next, I'd get you comfortable, make you come on my tongue a couple of times." He murmurs, crawling towards your parted legs.

You stop him with a foot on his shoulder, making him pause his preadory pursuit to look up at you.

"What if I'm already comfortable?" you ask, hoping he understands.

Predictably, he does understand, and he smiles, moving your foot away so that he can crawl up your body instead.

He hovers over you, red irises meeting yours, you can't help shiver at the sight of his large frame and defined muscle.

"Then, if you're nice and comfortable, I'd start you on my fingers. Would you like that?"

"Yes please." you murmur on a breath.

A small smile on his face as you feel his hand trail over your skin. Over your hip, he swirls a couple of circular patterns before cupping your mound.

You can't help gasping, sensitive to the sensations he gives you.

You part your thighs, to give him more space, and he smiles in approval of your actions.

"I'd start slow, with just one finger." As he speaks, he carries out the action, pressing a single finger to your dripping entrance.

Pleasure sparks within you as your body accepts his lone finger easily, pumping until your leg begins to twitch, before he's withdrawing from you to add a second finger.

You hiss in surprise, the smallest hints of discomfort at first before the absolute pleasure of fullness.

You sigh blissfully, body sinking deeper and deeper into the soft sheets, gasping in surprise as he draws his tail up to wriggle gently against your clit. You clench around his fingers helplessly.

"I'd tell you how good you're being for me, mistress, so eager and ready to give me your wet little cunt. How happy that makes me. How badly I want to please you."

You groan.

"Want a third?" He asks easily, and nothing could ever hope to stop you from nodding yes.

"Breathe for me." He guides, and you try to do as he says while he works a third finger into you.

He does it well, moving in and out slowly, letting your arousal coat his fingers before he continues, pumping in slow little motions that cause pleasure to overshadow the uncomfortable stretch.

He leans down, his tongue extending to lick over your breast.

You gasp, clenching around him, his tail on your clit and his fingers inside you and suddenly you begin to burn with the too little stimulation.

"Need to cum, Billy, please, 's too much I-" You gasp, unable to finish the sentence.

He understands, he always does.

Everything increases.

The speed of his fingers and the movements of his tail and even his tongue hastens its licking on your breast until you're shaking once more and you can't stop youself and you don't want to.

One of your hands reaches into his hair to grip it harshly, a low cry as he plays you like an instrument, fiddling with your body until you have no choice but to orgasm, back bowed, body shaking, vision going black in the bliss.

It's so amazingly good, it's all you can feel, pure euphoria, a loss of your faculties as he lays claim to your body and your pleasure.

When you come to, it feels like you've sunk even deeper into the sheets, gasping as his face comes in to focus.

He cups your face, and he waits patiently for the tremors to subside, his fingers petting along your cheek in a subtle attempt to bring your reality back into focus.

You can hardly believe that this is your existence. Here, below a breathtaking demon who caters to your every need, who makes you feel safe and protected and appreciated like no one else before.

It almost feels like a perfctly magnificent dream- until you remember the circumstances of your meeting, something that reminds you that this is indeed real, and this demon hovering over you, that holds you while you sleep and eases your aches, wants to be here.

In a small voice, you speak.

"What happens next?"

A sharp grin and a kiss to your nose and he's sliding his cock between your thighs once more.

"Next, I'd press my cock against your needy little cunt. I'll use my tail this time to show you."

Though it's not phrased as a question, he waits until you nod to begin working his tail against your entrance.

You sigh in bliss as his tail works its way into you, like a familiar feeling with brand new pleasure, not stretching you as wide as his three fingers were just doing moments before.

There's a little pinch of soreness from the overuse of your body, but it's easily ignored by looking into his crimson eyes.

"I'm sorry I'm so big," Billy murmurs above you, moving his hips in time with his tail, grinding his cock between your thighs to give you a realistic simulation, "no matter how much I stretch you, our first time together is still going to hurt a little."

"It's okay," you gasp, though, in reality, you weren't complety sure it was, "I'll learn to take you." There's a determination in your voice that you hope he hears.

His tail goes in a little deeper at the sound of your words, causing you to cry out sharply in pleasure.

"Do you mean that, mistress? You'd learn to take me? All of me?" His hands smooth over your thighs, touching your skin, tracing it with his fingers before leaning in to kiss you eagerly.

It was some type of torment, to have his cock so close and yearn for it to be inside of you with no hope or possibility of getting him there- at least not tonight. His warm skin pressed to yours, his tail taking its time, working in a steady, mindbreaking rhythm inside you.

When he pulls away from the kiss, you get your chance to speak.

"I mean it," you try to speak between waves of pleasure, "I want your cock, Billy, want you to teach me how to take you."

He pressed his forehead to yours and groans.

His pace increases, until his hips are slapping against yours, the vibration adding to the pleasure of his tail inside you, adjusting his angle just right until your toes are curling and his name is leaving your lips more than normal breaths.

Your walls clamp down around him, thighs shaking as liquid fire burns through your body, an orgasm that sends cascading shockwaves down your spine. Your nails sink into his back and bicep, no fear of hurting his rigid from with your little fingers. You thrash below him, tears spilling from your eyes when your body choses pleasure above breathing and leaves you floating for a moment before you're dragged back into consciousness.

He's kissing at your cheek, something so soft and gentle, body enveloping yours as though he hopes to protect your from any external forces.

His beard scratches along your face and something inside of you snaps.

"Billy." You whisper, and you find that your voice is hoarse though you barely remember screaming.

"Mistress?" he calls, and you clench around his tail, that hasn't left you yet.

"I need your cock. Now."

A moment of hestation.

"Mistress-"

"-I need you to at least try." You say, cutting him off, "Please, please, please, please, please." You emphasize, wiggling your hips.

Still Billy tries to resist.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Just try? Please? For me?"

You hear him take a breath.

"For you," he agrees, "Promise to tell me if you want to stop?"

You nod eagerly.

"Promise."

He pulls his tail slowly out of you, and immediately adjusts his hips so that the head of his cock is pressed to your entrance.

"Fuck." He swears.

His cock slips from your entrance, and he moves a hand down to guide himself back.

Then, he's pressing in.

You take a deep breath, mewling as the head of his cock notches into you. You gasp, blinking, trying to come to terms with the incredible stretch you're experiencing.

He's inside of you, and it's the greatest sensation, until he tries to press in more, and encounters resistance.

Suddenly there's a lot more pain, and you gasp, trying to breathe. Billy's eyes locked on you, his jaw clenched tight, eyes a dark red that you've never seen before.

He pauses, waiting for your okay to continue.

You nod your head, taking a slow breath.

When he tries to push in more, the pain overwhelms the pleasure, and your body shuts down. You squeeze your eyes shut.

"Stop- I- I can't." You cry, unaccustomed to pain so sharp in that region of your body.

For a moment, he doesn't move, and you have to peek your eye open to meet his.

His eyes have gone all black, and the unfamiliarity of the situation has fear scraping at your insides. You try to back away, and he grips your hip in warning.

"Easy," he whispers so softly that it makes you relax, reminding you that this was your demon hovering over you, and not some untamed beast that he had managed to look like in the moment.

He takes his time, easing out of you so that he doesn't hurt you too much, and you sigh in relief when he's out, your core throbbing from overuse.

Billy's eyes are still black, when he reaches a hand down to begin stroking his cock.

"I need to cum, please. Can I?" He begs, fucking his fist knelt between your thighs.

Your mouth parts in shock at his desperation. His shoulders tremble, his abdomen tightens, his teeth glint in the light like they never have before. A snarling, raging beast all because he'd been inside of you for a short time.

"Mistress." He growls, bringing your focus back to his question his need to have his own orgasm.

Your head spins with thoughts.

Where was he going to cum? On your pussy and thighs? What a waste of cum that would be.

"In my mouth." You rush out, springing up and readjusting your body so that you're on your hands and knees in front of him.

Billy groans, watching you bring your mouth closer to the head of his cock, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his tip. Tentatively, you suck the smooth head of his cock into your mouth, moaning at the delectable taste of his precum and something extra- a tart taste of you.

"Fuck!" he gasps, and you take him as deep into your mouth as you can, swallowing as he comes.

You close your eyes, listening to his harsh breaths as he releases into your mouth, he tastes the same as last time, something that is not a favourite, but has the potential to be an acquired taste.

You enjoy each drop of his release, and it doesn't take long before your head begins swimming with haziness.

You suck him as best as you can, making sure he has no more to give, before pulling off of him and looking up with grateful eyes.

"Couldn't let you waste your cum," you try to explain, "when it's one of my favourite things."

Billy lets out a harsh breath, the darkness of his eyes slowly retreating into his pupil.

You hold his gaze, blinking slowly as inebriation overcomes you.

You crawl your way up, wrapping your shaky arms around his neck, rubbing your cheek against his chest.

"Smooth." you appreciate.

He grips your chin, and you mewl in protest when he tilts your head up to examine your eyes.

"You're cum drunk again." he says.

You giggle.

"I'm Billy drunk." you correct, swaying in his arms, after a moment you frown.

"I'm sorry I- that I made you-"

"Don't apologise for that. Ever. I never want to hurt you."

You wrap your arms around him, squeezing him as tight as physically possible.

"You're unreal." you murmur, rubbing your cheek against his chest.

"What's unreal, is how badly I need to taste you again."

You can't help laughing, thinking that he was joking.

"Something funny, mistress?"

"You are, Russo. Don't men need a break after they come?" You begin to turn away from him, mind already hazily reminding you that the bathroom was a good idea.

You don't get a chance to move too far away from him, before he's grabbing your wrist, turning you back to him and pushing you flat onto the bed.

Your head hits the pillow, a sound of surprise leaving your lips, eyes widening.

"I'm no ordinary man." He whispers against your lips, before giving you a cheeky smile and moving his way down your body.

It's poitively mind-blowing. You lose all sense of time and location, drifting throught the darkness behind your eyes while he uses his tongue on you, delving where he pleases, almost uncaring in the way he easily manipulates you into each orgasm. When you try to push him away, your skin hot and flushed with the overabundance of pleasure, he uses his influence to bind your hands above your head.

You become something unfamiliar. Something wanton, that thrives on his tongue, yearns for the way his fingers hold to your hips, keeping you steady amongst your wriggling. He makes you his, he makes himself yours.

His cum in your system does you no favours, it heightens your senses, increases the sensation of his touch, until you're trembling, until you're pulling at his restraints, begging for him  to consume you whole and leave nothing behind.

When he's done, he holds you tightly, to his warm chest, little puffs of air disturbing your hair while you drift easily into sleep, his tail wrapped securely around your thigh, reminding you that there's nowhere on earth you can go, where he cannot find you.

It's the best feeling in the world.

~

When he wakes up in the morning, he's eager to make the apartment yours. He uses his influence to move all your things over from your old apartment, he even cleans and replaces any furniture he doesn't think you'd like. Perhaps it would be a good idea to go shopping too, to get anything extra you'd like.

Billy finds himself smiling while he whisks eggs.

~

"Mistress," Billy murmurs in your ear, his hands snaking over your hips, your amusement and affection increasing, "I can tell how much you like it. Please let me buy that lamp."

You study the blue stained glass lamp a second time.

"It's just too much Billy I couldn't possibly-"

He groans, spinning you on your heel to pinch your chin and bring you in for a kiss.

You sigh, happily, uncaring about the public space you were in, too caught up in your delectable demon to care. You throw your arms over his shoulders, standing on your toes, you feel the way he delights in rubbing his tongue against yours.

"Life is too shitty for you to deny yourself the things that you want." He says when he breaks the kiss.

You laugh, wondering idly how you let him convince you to leave the apartment for long enough to get anything done.

Your eyes crinkle, bumping your nose against his. Yup, you definitely wanted to take him somewhere secluded so you could jump him.

He groans again, catching the general idea of what you were thinking.

"I meant the lamp." He tries to clarify.

"Of course you did." You tease.

he rolls his eyes, pulls away from you to find a sales clerk.

Somehow, even after buying so many things, you don't even have to haul it out of the store, Billy handles everything, from paying to delivery arrangements, he gets it done, and all you had to do was pont at items and they were yours.

Ours, you think, turning to look at him, busy writing something down.

Because as insane as it might sound, you wanted to share your life with him, permanently.

You only wonder if that's something he wanted too.

While he's giving the woman at the counter payment and delivery instructions, you begin to turn in boredom to look around, accidentally bumping into someone as you move.

You smile, murmuring apologies, and they do the same politely before walking off.

A vaguely familiar masculine voice calls your name in surprise, and you turn, your stomach dropping as you catch sight of your ex- best friend.

The taste in your mouth sours as Dimitri approaches, the last interaction you had together springs to mind as if it's just happened, as if it was just yesterday he was calling you a 'spiteful bitch' because you wouldn't have sex with him.

Distaste shivers down your spine as he smiles at you. You take a shallow breath, mouth forming into an abrasive smile in hopes of warding him away.

It doesn't work, he only gets closer.

You freeze when he moves to hug you, pulling up short as his eyes make contact with something- or rather someone behind you.

"Who's this?" he asks casually, referring to the six-foot demon man ready to rip him limb from limb if he tried to touch you again.

You swallow nervously.

.

.

.

[noirvette]

stan and kyle! w/ a plus size fem! reader headcanons!!

cws: swearing but otherwise just pure fluff aged up characters!

♡ STAN MARSH

Stan thinks you're THE cutest girl in the world and he's stoked that he's your bf. Like people will say "Oh you're Stan's gf?" and he's like "no i'm HER bf, she's GOT me dude."

He's most definitely your biggest supporter and biggest defender.

I mentioned in my gen headcanons that he'd love his s/o to be wearing his jersey and this is multiplied tenfold. He absolutely LOVES and I mean LOVES seeing you in his jersey number. Guarantee win for South Park because seeing you just fueled his desire to smoke the other team.

Loves holding you. Just you two, laying in bed, you both just in each other's embrace. He could die the world's most happiest man at that moment.

Is a thick thigh fan. Like Stan (and Kenny but shh this isn't about Kenny) are #1 believers in the thick thighs save lives.

Despite him being your number one defender, he's more silent in how he defends you. Not that he won't outwardly confront someone if they're bothering you, it just happens to be he's like.. mean (that is not the word I want but I can't think of how else to put it) when he's silent and he knows this and uses it to his advantage.

If he's with you (or even if you're not with him) and overhears some randos talking about you he's into one of two modes.

First one is he turns around and just blank stares at the people and when they notice him he just.. looks up and down, eyebrow raised and does a MEAN side eye as he turns back around.

If they continue this leads into the second mode (which sometimes he starts off with this if he's had ENOUGH)

Second is that he pulls you into him, gives you a kiss, and turns to the people with a "my gf is better than you and you sob into your pillow every night bc you're lonely so shut the fuck up."

If they try and argue he's just "cry about it lmfao. Don't care plus you're balding."

Picks you up, doesn't even matter if you think he can't because he can. He's determined AND he's hella strong. Being on the football team has made his biceps BIG.

Said earlier than he loves holding you but I'm dead serious with this. He's such a cuddly big spoon and just holding you in his arms makes him giggly (got him blushing and kicking his legs)

Loves every part of you and if you feel self conscious over something he's kissing every inch.

If you're wearing something (or even just showing him the outfit) you normally wouldn't wear, he's whistling and complimenting on how you're making it work.

"You're looking good, babe. Wear it out, you're stunning."

Boy's in love WITH you.

♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Is another one to defend, except he's throwing hard hands. And he wins because obviously, it's Kyle.

As he gets older, he's stopped making the weight comments on Cartman (thinks it was immature of him to do when younger) and has definitely grown from that.

He's got a major sleepers build in my eyes. He's lanky sure, but basketball and working out with Stan's got him that muscle to hold you too. (I'm thinking like moistcr1tikal kind of sleeper's build Kyle also has major biceps im actually trey parker and matt stone so). And he WILL pick you up if you're at a game of his and his team wins. Even if they lose he's still picking you up. You're like his happiness supplier.

Leaves you cute notes about how good you look in your locker every day, has not gone ONE day without doing it. Kyle's sick? Tough because he managed to get that note in there somehow (Stan slipped it in for him haha).

Back to him throwing hands real quick, he's quick to jump if someone is talking bad about you like a "What the FUCK did you say about my girl? Say it again, Say. It. Again." And boom he's one hit k.o the other person

If you're not a fan of this behavior, he's not beating up anyone physically but now it's verbally. He's making sure everyone knows not to ever comment on you and how that's a bitch thing to do.

If you're down about yourself, he's gonna sit down with you and just point every thing he loves about you and go into detail about how he's with you for you. Not because of what you look like or anything, but because you're his beautiful girl.

When he's the big spoon and cuddling you he rubs circles into your hips and presses kisses into your shoulder

If you're the big spoon, play with his hair and he's asleep within two seconds and his head is laying in the crook of your neck.

Similar to Stan if you're wearing an outfit you normally wouldn't, he's ecstatic. Got him going "MY BABY! You look so good!" and then moves you to the mirror and just holds your hips and is gushing over you.

Bro's got that love in his eyes.

Loves your thighs too, he's constantly got his head on your lap, reading a book and is in heaven with that quality time with you.

Loves for you to sit on his lap as well, you're worried about your weight on him? He does not care, he's got some strong ass legs and your weight isn't ever an issue in his eyes. He will literally make you sit on his lap. Even if that means he's gotta drag you.

"Love come sit" Kyle pats his legs as he calls for you, "Uh but..", "Wasn't a question," He responds, shrugging, "Now get over here, I wanna hold you.

[angelyuji]

yandere matthew murdock x reader

you and matt talk about his relationship with elektra!

tw abuse (physical and emotional), gaslighting, implied kidnapping, just shitty bf things

“do NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME.” matt slams you against the window of his apartment. you choke back a sob. you don’t even remember what started the argument, maybe something about elektra, but none of it matters anymore. you just want to go.

“i-i’m sorry.” you choke out, trying to stop yourself from breaking down.

“i get enough shit from foggy and karen about her. i don’t want to hear it from my own girlfriend.” matt sighs, letting go of you. you slide down and sit. “sweetheart,” he crouches down and cups your face, you try to move, but he holds you in place.

“m-matt, i’m sorry, okay? just g-give me a minute.” you hiccup. you try to remember what you had said to him, what set him off?

“you and elektra are just friends, right? nothing more?”

right. his ex. it's always about his ex. you had just asked about elektra. you knew their history, karen had told you about their on-and-off relationship. you knew you shouldn't have asked. you knew that matt would get mad, but your insecurities had gotten the best of you.

"god, (y/n), this? again?" you watch matt as he pours himself a glass of whiskey, rolling his eyes.

"yes, matt, that. again." you huff and pause the show you were watching. matt takes a seat on the couch and ignores you.

"i don't know why you're so obsessed with my relationship with elektra. i already told you that we're just friends." matt grabs your hand to pull you close to him, you wretch your hand out of his grasp.

matt grits his teeth and puts his feet up. "i know you're just friends, matt. i just want to make sure. karen told me-" matt scoffs.

"you believe karen over your boyfriend?" matt lets out a humorless chuckle.

"god, matt, karen told me about your history because you wouldn't tell me! you'd change the subject or just wave me off. so, i'm sorry if i pissed you off." you get up and matt follows suit. matt grabs your hand.

"no, no. you're not making me the bad guy in this." you try to pull your hand back, but matt's grip was tight.

"the bad guy? the bad guy? god, matt, all i wanted was for you to be honest about what your relationship with elektra was! you're always preaching about honesty to me and it's not fair that it doesn't go both ways!" you rub your temples, exhausted.

matt lets go of your hand, "fine. you want honesty, (y/n)? yeah, i fucked elektra, every single time i saw her. she was my everything. so, i kept going back to her, until you. elektra was dangerous, she was spontaneous, she was unstable. so, i choose the safe option. i choose you. does that make you happy? to hear all of this?" you feel your heart break.

"the...the safe option? i'm just your safe option?" your chest feels like it's being ripped open at matt's cruel confession. "do you... do you even like me, matt?" tears drip down your face and you turn to walk into the kitchen. "god, fuck you, matt. you always do this shit." matt grabs your arm.

"you do NOT get to walk away from me after this bullshit."

"oh! i thought i was just the safe option! i thought i was just a placeholder for elektra!" you push matt away, but matt pulls you back.

"do NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME."

"sweetheart?" matt whispers, watching you carefully. you look up to see him staring at you, concerned. "are you alright?"

"m-my back hurts." your back throbbed from the impact against the window. matt helps you up and sits you on the couch.

matt rubs your back as you sniffle, "sweetheart, none of this would've happened if you had just calmed down and talked to me." you let out a breath. matt stops rubbing your back and places his hand on your shoulder. you shrug it off. "(y/n)?"

you get up, "i don't think... i don't think this is working out." you lick your lips. "i think we should break up." he tilts his head up at you.

"what?" matt gets up. he takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes. "don't be stupid, (y/n). this was just a stupid fight. we'll get through it."

"that's just it, matt. it's not just the fight. it's the fact that i will never measure up to elektra to you. it's the fact that you never even considered to be honest to me about how you still have fucking feelings for her!" you laugh, feeling stupid. your back aches and you just want to fucking leave.

"i don't like her like that, (y/n). you're acting insane. just calm down, get a drink of water." matt goes into the kitchen, you turn away.

"i'm packing my stuff and i'm leaving, matt. i just can't do this anymore." you walk towards the bedroom and hear matt sigh. for the first time since you both started dating, you feel relieved. like this weight you had been carrying had been lifted of your shoulders. you start packing your things into the overnight bag you had brought when you first stayed over.

"i feel bad for the next poor soul that dates him." you mumble.

"don't feel bad, sweetheart." you look up and matt stands at the door with a glass of water and his baton. "cause, you're not going anywhere."

[ihatemyselfandwanttodiexxx]

Death Note boys if you gave them a bracelet

Light

(for him I'd imagine matching black bracelets and they'd light up when you're near eachother)

He'd be like "what's this?"

And you'd explain it

Then he'd be all for the idea

Y'know to show L you're his

He'd show it to light

"look what Y/N made me"

And L just wouldn't care but in Lights mind he's like

'yea I showed that fucker!'

Ryuk would tease him

But before that stupid notebook he'd put it around his wrist and wear it casually

L

Id imagine giving him something with a nickname you gave him (think babe, or lover, or myspace emo)

And he'd just stare at you for a minute

"thank you"

And put it around his wrist

Would show it to Watari and say

"what's this mean?"

Watari would explain it

"it just means Y/N likes you"

Man's would get you something fancy in return

I can't write for L AHHHH

Mello

Id imagine making him something with his name and your name with a heart in between them awe

He'd go all tsundere

And after a while you say

"do you not want it?"

And he'd say

"no sweets, I love it"

And he'd give his cute little smile

And you'd give him a little kiss on the lips

He'd say

"aw does Y/N like when I'm nice?"

And you'd blush

OKAY I NEED TO WRITE ANOTHER FIC ABOUT THIS MAN IM SO THIRSTY

Matt

I feel like you could make him anything and he'd be happy

When you give it to him he'd say

"you made this for me?"

"I gave it to you didn't I?"

And he'd be so excited and wear it everyday and give you all the affection in the world in return

(I'm working on some Matt fluff >:D)

He'd give you a hug

(why am I so obsessed with this man rn I'm supposed to like light ugh)

I'm not writing near for now I need to figure out how to write him

-Kaden<3

[beyondspaceandstars]

new year's eve with matt

A/N - i’m sitting around waiting for midnight and just had some little thoughts about what it would be like to celebrate new years eve with boyfriend!matt murdock <3 this is a really short, quick, unedited thing i thought would be fun to do so i hope y'all enjoy! i am also a little tipsy writing this so hope it makes sense

I feel like new years with Matt would be small but so meaningful

at first, you two would be like "we're staying in" because, well, new york seems hectic on new years eve no matter where you are

but then by like 8pm, maybe even 9pm, Foggy and Karen come knocking on the door wondering where you guys are and what you're doing

then you two have no choice but to give in and next thing you know you're squeezing into the crowded bar, sipping beers and taking shots every now and then

as the drinks and minutes flow, i think Matt would become more and more loving, physically

something about him screams that he's a happy, touchy drunk. a couple of heavy drinks in him and he's headed straight for you to caress your waist or draw patterns on the back of your hand

he does this relentlessly as you try to kick ass in pool no matter how many times you playfully reprimand him for his wandering hands

overall, going out is nice. you get to catch up with everyone, have some drinks, and get ready to bring in the new year

right before the new year rings in, though, you and Matt would slip away from the crowd

it'd be Matt who would initiate this little sneaking away but you happily went along with it

"it's a little stuffy in here isn't it?" Matt would ask, his words saying so much yet so little. you couldn't help but giggle. "it is, honey."

Matt would eagerly grab your hand and avoid all questions or looks as he'd drag you out into the cool, fresh winter new york night. there were a few other bustling around but mostly, it was strangely calm for the city during the holidays. but you'd take it over anything else any day

you two would scurry along to some alleyway and Matt would hand you a beer he had swiped from the bar before stepping out. it was adorable and hilarious.

"you're stealing now, Murdock? that's not what good, catholic boys do." "actually, I believe the words you're looking for are 'thank you.'"

you'd lean against the brick wall of some building as you'd open your beers. the minutes ticked down slowly to midnight. Matt would probably be very aware of how close it was to the new year just from hearing the chanting countdown across the city. but he wouldn't say anything to you.

"how long until midnight?" he'd ask you in a very husky whisper as he leaned into you. you'd check your phone and say, "under a minute, I think." but you couldn't pay much attention. you were so caught up in the buzz from the alcohol and the high from your boyfriend.

this wasn't your first new year together but something about it felt different and right. this was gonna be a good year. you sensed it with every bone in your body.

your relationship was at its best and you were beyond thankful to get to spend another year with him. it was almost unbelievable how perfect life had become.

Matt would soon tune back into the countdown and begin whispering it in your ear, following along as the entire city seemed to scream out numbers in synchronous chanting

"five... four... three..."

but before he could even get to one, you'd pull him in for a kiss - a very passionate new years kiss. and Matt certainly wouldn't protest.

yells, cheers, and fireworks popped off all around you two but none of it mattered at all. you didn't hear any of it as you were completely engulfed in your boyfriend.

you'd literally end one year and begin the next wrapped in Matt's hold, completely loved by him, and what could be better than that?

finally, after an intense minute or so, you'd force yourself to pull away for quick air. "happy new year," you'd mutter. Matt would chuckle and say, "happy new year, sweetheart."

[gxthicwxrm]

Without Him- m. murdock x reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Word Count: 784 (it's alittle drabble thing)

Warning: Angst, semi happy ending, cursing, cheating, mentions of She-Hulk(show and character)

Enjoy!!

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You did what?" Your anger is overflowing as your eyes glare a whole into the man in front of you. "Actually, I don't care. J-Just get out of my way." Keys in hand, you swiftly move towards the door of Matt's apartment with tears burning down your face. Quickly, the vigilante intercepts your path, arms reaching out to hold you as he pleads. 

"N-No, please. Let me explain. I-I don't know why I did it. But I promise it will never happen again. You mean the-" 

"Don't. Don't stand here and lie to me, Murdock. We both know this bullshit you're spewing wouldn't hold up in court and it ain't holding up here. Let me leave." With your hands on his chest, you push him back, failing epicly as Matt uses this opportunity to grab your hands, thumbs caressing your knucks in what once was a welcomed sign of affection is now like razors dragging across your skin. 

"Please! Please don't leave. It'll never happen, I swear to God. It was an accident, it didn't mean anything." Matt drops to his knees, begging with your hands in his, still. Unable to look at your lover before you,, your eyes drift to the ceiling as the neon lights slowly paint the room in different colors. You couldn't let yourself fall into this trap. He made his choice, now you have to make yours. But can you make it?

"It meant enough for you to go back to L.A. to fuck her again. At least when she found out about us, she had the decency to tell me about you two, something that you couldn't do." Anger dries your tears with the flame that erupted in you as everything crashes into place around you, making your decision perfectly clear.

"I can change. I love you! I don't care about her. It'll never happen again, just let me prove it to you. Please, give me a second chance, please. I don't want to lose you." Tears stain his owe cheeks as he faces your direction. A smile breaks out across your face as a laugh erupts from your throat, loud and hysterical. Fear settled in Matt's heart as he watched the girl he loved, the girl he fought so hard for, shatter because of him.  

"It's so funny, Matt. You spend so much time trying to save everyone around you. Frank, Claire, Karen. Foggy, Hell's Kitchen. But you couldn't even save your own relationship. You couldn't save us. And it was never Fisk or his little copycat. It was never The Hand or Elektra or any of the other criminals you swore would harm us. It was YOU! The great hero, Daredevil." Shaking your head, you refuse to let the tears welling in your eyes fall. 

"Y/N, I love you. I'm so s-"

"No. I'm tired of your excuses. You don't get to lie about a "work trip" for a case and spend the whole time fucking She-Hulk. You can't even tell me why. What did I do wrong? Why did you have to do this to us? Fuck you! Fuck you!" Sobs crash through your body like a tsunami that leaves you broken and wanting to run. 

"Please-" Matt moved to hold you, but you flinched away, scared if he touched you that you'd fall into him and stay. You can't do that, not after this. Not now.

"We are done. I am leaving. Karen and Foggy will come by to get the rest of my things." Stunned, you dodge him making your way to the door. Before leaving, you look back at him now standing and crying coming toward you but stops when he sees calmness coming from you. 

"I hope you can save yourself, Matt. I really do. For your son's sake." With your one hand on the cool metal of the door knob and the other against your stomach. The last bit of Matthew Murdock was his shocked expression as you shut the door, stepping into the hallway. 

"You told him?" Karen asks as soon as you get into the car. Tears still flowing, you nod. Staring straight ahead she nods before pulling off towards your doctor's office. 

"Well, let's go see how healthy this little booger is." Karen giggles while doing a little wiggle dance. A smile cracks across your face as you watch your best friend be ecstatic to be an Aunt.

Maybe you can do this on your own. Maybe you can be okay without him.

Part Two

[mattmurdocksscars]

Wrong

Hi, loves! This is a short, roughly 1k word piece I did for the TFC channel monthly challenge. This month’s challenge was song fic and so this piece is based off of the song wRoNg by ZAYN ft. Kehlani. I hope you enjoy it! 

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader (I think I managed to keep it pretty gender neutral!)

Genre: Angst with a happy ending!

Your friends with benefits situation was… getting out of hand. The sex was phenomenal, the friendship was amazing, but you could tell he was catching feelings. Which is all well and good but you… you were under the impression you weren't made to be loved. You were made for quick fucks and leaving before your partner woke up.

At least, that's what you convinced yourself of. Now you just had to convince him.

The two of you lay side by side, chests heaving and sweat sticking to your skin. You kept telling yourself you needed to cut him off, to distance yourself. But yet, every time he smiled your way or whispered his filth in your ear, you were putty in his hands.

Get outta there, girl, before you get hurt. 

"That was…"

"Yeah." You both chuckled and you felt Matt reach for your hand. Before he could grab it though, you moved. Sitting up, you began looking around for your clothes. 

"What are you doing?" You could hear the frown in his voice but you steeled yourself. This would be the last time. 

"You say that like I don't do the same thing every time."

"I know but…"

"What?"

"Why don't you stay?" The question hung heavy in the air and you sighed.

"Matt, you know why. This is just friends-"

"We're not just friends and you know it."

"Don't, Matthew. Don't think because you're with me this is real." You feel the bed shift as he sits up. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks, on the defensive now. You sigh again and stand, pulling on your underwear then your jeans. 

"Listen. Some people are made to be loved and others just make it. I'm the latter. You're the former. I'm a problem with problems and I'm not any good. For you or anyone else. So take what I'm willing to give and love it or hate it."

"Sweetheart…"

"No, Matt. I'm serious. I'm not… I wouldn't be good for you. I'm not exactly the type you take home to mom."

"I don't care about that. I just want you, why can't you see that?"

"I do see it. Which is why we're having this conversation."

"What can I do to convince you that you're worth it? Because you are, sweetheart. You're worth so much and I just want you to see that."

You can't help but to hesitate at his words. All the scathing things you could say to end this leaves you and you deflate a little.

"I don't know, Matt. This is just how I am, how I've always been. No one's ever wanted me for more than sex and I've always been okay with that."

"But now?"

"Now… now I find myself wanting to snuggle into your side and stay. To fall asleep next to you and see if your breakfast is really as good as you claim. But I can't… Matt, I can't let myself want that."

"But why not, sweetheart? Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you! I trust you more than anyone probably. It's not you I don't have faith in. It's myself. I won't risk ruining this and losing you." You wrap your arms around your middle, holding yourself instead of seeking out his comfort.

"What's life without a little risk? You can't live your life in fear of what might happen. You'll never find happiness that way." 

"Matt, please…" You whisper. He sighs and turns his back to you.

"Fine. Leave if you want to. But just know that I can't keep doing this. This isn't casual to me, not anymore. So if you leave, this is the last time."

You feel tears well at his words and you wipe furiously at your eyes. This was what you wanted, wasn't it? You wanted to end things, didn't you?

Then why did it hurt so god damn much?

You quickly grab the rest of your clothes and throw them on. You make it to Matt's bedroom door before you pause to look back.

And that's what breaks you.

Matt is sitting with his head hanging and his fists clenched on top of his knees. He looks every bit like a man defeated and it breaks your heart and your resolve. You turn and rush at him, throwing yourself at him. He just barely catches you and you slam your lips on his. The kiss is fiery and passionate and tastes of the salt of the tears that run down your face.

"Promise me I'll never lose you. Not to anything other than your nightly activities."

"I swear." He breathes those two words into you and you shudder in his hold. He sounds reverent and a part of you settles a little, knowing he's serious. 

"You've been looking in the wrong place for my love, you know." You tell him quietly.

"Oh? Where should I have been looking?"

You tighten your hold on him.

"It's been right here all along. I was just too scared to admit it. I've cared about you for a long time, Matt."

"I know. I'm just glad you're letting me in. You've got some pretty tough walls to get through." You snort. 

"You say that and yet they fell like sand to you." 

"Don't act like it didn't take months to get us to this point." Matt says with a chuckle. It gets you laughing too. Matt smiles at the sound and nuzzles into your neck. Your breath hitches at the intimacy of it and you feel Matt press a soothing kiss to your neck.

"You should stay the night. We can celebrate moving past friends with benefits and I can show you just how good my breakfast is in the morning."

"Don't you need to go out?"

"I won't tonight unless I hear something particularly bad. I want to stay in with you." He admits softly. You smile and press your face into his hair.

"That sounds great."

And so you undress a second time, this time with many more soft caresses. You spend the night entangled in Matt's sheets and you wake to the delightful smell of breakfast. 

He hadn't been lying.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Engagement ||

Matt Murdock x gn reader

Tags/warnings: mild angst, mild smut, meta, sorry not sorry I had to!!! 😂

As always, I adore and appreciate any comments, reblogs, etc and I'm extremely thankful to you for reading my fics!

~

Matt's arms tighten around you as you lie snuggled up together in bed. He can pick up on your disconnected mood from your elevated heart rate and the way he hears your breathing change every time you think about saying something and then stop yourself.

"You know you can talk to me, if something's wrong." He says quietly.

You take a deep inhale, sighing it out as you nuzzle into his t-shirt at his shoulder. "I know," you reply, choosing to ignore the invitation to unload.

He pushes a little harder in response. "Sweetie, you've been off for a while now, you think I hadn't noticed?"

"Urgh. It's stupid."

He turns his head to kiss you on the top of your head, giving you another squeeze. "I'm sure it's not, and talking about might help? If you want."

You huff out another sigh. "I dunno, I've kind of talked it over with others but it doesn't seem to make any difference. I'm not sure it's something I can fix."

Concern washes over Matt's features. "Is– is it something I've done? Or not done?" He gently takes your face in his hands. "Sweetheart, you'd tell me if it was me wouldn't you? I'd want you to."

You smile, bringing your hand up to stroke through his soft, messy hair. "Of course I would, and no it's nothing you've done, so don't fret."

The worry melts from his brow. "Alright, but c'mon, try me. I'm sure we can do something about whatever it is that's got you down."

"Well… it's work related. I'm not getting anywhere near as much feedback on my stuff as I used to. You know how in the creative sector we kinda thrive on others sharing our work to bring it to the attention of others? I've been feeling for a while now that the sense of community that we had has just sort of disappeared. People don't seem to want to interact that much with what we make."

Matt groans. "Baby, is this about the lack of reblogs on Tumblr again? "

You can't help frowning. "It is." You admit.

He smiles and rolls over to cage you underneath him. "I could make you forget about it, for a while at least?"

"Matty!" You push him off with a frustrated sigh. "Are you honestly trying to distract me with sex? You know how important this is to me."

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't mean to trivialise the issue, I just thought I could take your mind off it, maybe make you feel better."

"So kind and selfless of you…" you smirk as he starts to kiss along the column of your neck.

"I try." He smiles. "Anyway, you were saying? And I'm gonna keep kissing you."

"Fine. Okay, so I know that I should create for myself and not for other people…"

"But it's nice to get some recognition, right?" You nod as Matt holds himself over you again continuing to make his way down your neck towards your collarbones.

"Right. I really do appreciate the likes, but if people are just 'liking' my work without sharing it, that means it just ends up dead in the water. No-one else really gets the chance to enjoy it."

"Any idea why they are not sharing?" Matt asks, lightly stroking your side.

"I dunno, maybe they're not familiar with how the site works, that it doesn't have an algorithm? Maybe they're embarrassed to let other people see what they're looking at? Especially if it's something a bit risqué."

Matt hums. "Yeah but didn't you tell me before that they could just create a sideblog that's not associated with their main account, and reblog things they like using that and no one would be any wiser?'

"Exactly! And anyway, it's not like everyone doesn't enjoy looking at and reading porn…"

Matt lifts his head up, a slight sly smile pulling up the corner of his mouth. "Mm true. So what else are you sad about?"

You sigh again. You can't seem to stop yourself.

"Well, people aren't commenting on works either. There's rarely any discussion, I mean even just a manic keyboard smash would be amazing for an artist to see in their notifications, but there's barely even that anymore. Commenting on a stranger's fan works is so much fun, it can really bring people together!"

"That's how a great community grows isn't it?" Matt asks you.

"Yep, and you end up making so many friends you would never have thought. I miss that aspect of it a lot."

Matt's swiftly moving down to lavish attention over your chest, and you momentarily lose your train of thought as his lips brush over your nipple. "And have you brought people's attention to this problem?"

"Of course! Many other creators have explained why reblogs and sharing are so important in eloquently written PSAs, but I guess that the target audience must not see them because they're perhaps only looking at the stories and fanart from tags and they maybe don't see the other dashboard posts. I dunno."

Matt starts to lick an achingly slow intimate path down your stomach and you feel heat spreading throughout your body, your heart rate now elevated for quite a different reason. Then suddenly, he stops.

"Have you thought about maybe incorporating the message into one of your creations? Maybe that might reach the intended audience better."

You close your eyes as you consider the idea. He shifts further down the bed and you allow him to spread your thighs apart and slot his shoulders inbetween.

"Mm, well… that's- actually that's a good idea. I mean, it can't hurt to try, can it? You're the devil on my shoulder Matty."

"Exactly. But leave it till tomorrow sweetheart. Right now this devil wants to make you feel good."

You bite down on your lip as he flashes you a smoldering look before ducking down to make good on his promise.

[themultifandomgal]

Matt- Dating Him

"Here she is" Herrmann shout smiling at me as I make my way into the firehouse

"Hi Herrmann"

"What are you doing here?" Matt asks walking over to me

"Well I don't start my shift till this evening so I thought I'd give you guys a break and cook for you"

"Yes!" Herrmann shouts fist bumping the air making me chuckle. Matt walks over to me and kisses my lips

"You don't have to you know?"

"I know, but you guys have quickly become my family. So no arguments" I walk passed Matt and head into the kitchen area opening up the cupboards to see what I have to work with

"The best food is at the top" Kelly says

"Thanks" I reply climbing up the counter top

"What are you doing YN? You'll fall and hurt yourself"

"How do you think I reach my top cupboards?" I laugh at Matts overprotectiveness

"Leave her be. If she falls then she's got the best paramedics and ambo in Chicago" Gabby says

"Thank you Gabby. Now, I think I can make us all a Mac and cheese, I can add some spice into it if you'd like or some bacon?"

"Bacon!" Cruze shouts making me laugh just as the house alarm goes off

"Duty calls" Matt says as I get down off the counters

"Be safe. I'll have food done for when you get back" I kiss Matts lips and they leave.

While they're gone I make their food, but of course by the time they get back the food is cold

"Hey I've got to head off to Med, but food will be ok to reheat" I everyone

"Thank you YN. Kelly says giving me a hug"

"Not a problem"

"Come on I'll drop you off" Matt places an arm around my shoulder and leads me out. We get into his car, his hand on my knee"

"I feel stupid that you keep driving me to work"

"Don't feel stupid. You've got anxiety about driving. When your ready I'll help you. Sit in the car with you while you drive around

"You'd do that?"

"Of course I would. Your my girlfriend" his hand gives my knee a little squeeze

"So I might be looking at a new car on the weekend"

"Really?" He glances at mw before his eyes go back on the road

"Yeah"

"You want me to come with you?"

"Please"

"Text me what time you want to leave on what day"

"I will. Thank you"

The weekend rolls around and Matt drives me to look at the new car

"What do you think?" I ask for Matts perspective as we look at a white Mini

"It's nice what about you? What do you think?"

"I like it, I'm just scared about getting in it"

"You don't have to do this yet YN"

"Matt if I don't do this now then I'm never going to do it. I can't rely on you all the time" I turn to look at my boyfriend

"Tell you what. I'll give it a test drive with you, if you like it then you get it, put me on the insurance. Then when it's ready to be picked up I'll have Severide bring me here I'll drive it to yours. Then we can go ride around"

"You'd do that?"

"Of course I would because I love you" that's the first time he's said those words to me

"You love me?" I ask shocked

"Yes. I do"

"I love you too" I lean up and kiss his lips

"So what do we think?" The salesman asks walking over to Matt and I. I look at Matt for some reassurance. He gives me a nod

"I'll take it"

"Fantastic. Let's go and get all of the paperwork in order"

At the end of the day Matt drives me home

"Do you want to come in?" I ask "may as well stay the night. I have some of your clothes here that are clean so you can change into those tomorrow and I'll wash what your wearing tonight"

"You know, we may as well move in together. We are already spending every night with each other. Also we've both said I love you so we're practically married now" Matt jokes exiting the car

"Would you actually want to move in together?"

"Wouldn't have said anything if I didn't want to"

"Well maybe that's something we can talk about over the next couple of days. Decide if your moving in with me or if I'm moving in with you"

"Why not tonight"

"Because I have other things planned for tonight" I drag Matt into my house and up the stairs towards the bedroom.

[hellfiresmaster]

Hiii can I request some Eddie fluff? Maybe like, his first date with reader and how he was so nervous about it because he wanted it to be perfect but suddenly nothing goes as expected?

I love this AND YOU so much <3

Valentine's Day

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Summary: It was Valentine's Day, Eddie's most dreaded day of the year. Or at least it was before you came along. Somehow, he finally mustered up the courage to ask you out. What could go wrong?

Warnings: none just fluff :)

Word Count: 1.8K

The worst day of the year had finally arrived in Hawkins. Not that every other day was a ray of sunshine here for Eddie Munson, but today was particularly irritating. The one day a year when all the empty-headed jocks bought the affection of their stuck-up cheerleader girlfriends with all the flowers and candy they can get their hands on just for a, slither of a chance of getting inside their pants. It made Eddie practically barf in his mouth at the thought as he rushed through the halls. The locker near his caught his eye; it was decorated from top to bottom with red roses and ribbons and a card attached in the center, no doubt from a doting boyfriend. Eddie couldn't help but let his mind wonder how you would react to something like that. How your nose would scrunch in that way, it only did when you were really happy about something; his heart would squeeze at seeing you squeal and jump from the excitement of it.

Eddie always thought you deserved something like that. He longed for the day he could love you the way you deserved. But that wasn't possible, at least not for him. He'd been in love with you since you were 12, and if he hadn't worked up the nerve to say something by now, it probably wouldn't happen. Or at least that's what he told himself constantly. Eddie had run away from everything else in his life; why was this any different? The sound of your voice calling out to him from the distant hallways broke his train of thought before he could spiral any further.

"Eds!" You made your way through the crowd of students shuffling out of school toward your best friend. "Happy Valentine's Day." You stood on your tip toes to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Eddie scoffed and muttered a quick thank you, attempting to brush off the effect such a simple gesture from you had on him.

"Here's hoping I get a rose in class today." You smirked and glanced over at the decorated locker, secretly wishing it would be Eddie to give you that today. You've been in love with Eddie since you can remember; you smiled at the memory of Eddie convincing you to help him with a tricky math problem after school and grinning when he got it right. You had been inseparable ever since.

"Oh yeah, from who?"

"I dunno. Maybe Matt, the cute guy from science. He's always nice to me, always talking to me and holding my books and stuff." You were met with silence, Eddie blankly staring at his locker, his eyebrows knitted with frustration; you just couldn't put your finger on exactly what was bugging him, so you continued. "Hm. Well, he said he wanted to have lunch with me today, so who knows, maybe some roses await me after all."

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie almost seethed at every one of your words. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand up at the thought of someone else being affectionate and spending Valentine's Day with you. He couldn't let that happen. He decided this year would be different, his year. He wouldn't run away this time, not from you.

"D-Don't." Eddie practically blurted out before he could stop himself, unsure where the surge of confidence came from.

"What?"

"Don't have lunch with him. He's a Jason carbon copy dick, anyway. Go out with me? Today?" You were frozen in place. Were you dreaming? Did your lifelong best friend you've been secretly in love since you can remember with just ask you out? Eddie said your name and waved a hand in front of you before you cleared your throat and eliminated the look of apparent shock on your face making his demeanor subside significantly as he began to ramble. "You know if you don't want to, you can forget I asked. I don't know why I said that. I'm so sorr-." You cut him off by placing a hand on his arm, trying to compose yourself and flashing him a warm smile.

"Eddie Munson, don't you dare apologize for asking me out. I'd love to go out with you. Just surprised, is all." Eddie swore he could feel his heartbeat pounding through his chest, releasing a breath he'd been holding far longer than he cared to admit. Before he could say much else, the bell rang, and halls filled with students shuffling and brushing past him into various classrooms.

"Pick you up around 7?" You nodded before he rushed away with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Eddie had spent all afternoon putting everything together and calling in favors for your date. He'd picked out the best spot by Lover's Lake and arranged for Steve and Dustin to bring a large picnic basket Robin was nice enough to pack for the both of you. He even cleaned out his van the best he could and packed up the back with all the pillows and blankets necessary for a moonlit picnic. He knows it's not much, but he wants to make it special for you. Eddie had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like forever, the chance to finally be close to you in a whole new sense. Maybe he could call you his if he was lucky enough; he yearned for so many things with you. Days filled with lingering touches here and there, even thinking about taking a second to kiss you the way you deserve, had his head spinning. But he was getting ahead of himself; he had a date to get through first. Before the inevitable self-deprecating thoughts could stir any further, Eddie noticed the time, grabbed his keys, and shuffled out the door.

You jumped when you heard the rustle and bustle of Eddie's van pulling into your driveway and made your way outside. Eddie was already waiting to open the passenger door for you. He wore his signature black denim jeans with his signature vest and jacket and a black t-shirt leaving most, if not all, of his tattoos on his chest on display for you.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart." Your breath hitched at the compliment as you thanked him and slid into the front seat. Eddie began to drive, and it wasn't long before lightning caught his eye in the distance. The sky turned tar-black, and the large clouds were moving toward the van as if you were driving straight into it. Raindrops tapped on the windows, which became a pitter-patter, catching your attention and covering the streets with a curtain of rain and deafening thunder ringing around you. Eddie's fingers were practically white from the tight grip on the steering wheel, nerves spiking at the thought of everything he had planned so carefully falling apart before his eyes.

"Eds, I think we should pull over, wait a bit? At least till it passes. It's dangerous to be driving like this." Eddie knew you were right, he couldn't see as much as a couple feet in front of the van if he tried, and the roads were getting slipperier by the second. A knawing feeling in the pit of his stomach agitated Eddie as he fiddled with his rings when he finally gave in and pulled safely to the side of the beaten path. He was already silently kicking himself, thinking about the wrecked picture-perfect picnic scenery he had worked so hard to set up, all ruined and soggy under the unrelenting downpour.

The van was warm, lingering scent of weed and whatever cologne Eddie spritzed in a poor attempt to cover up the smell. You were quietly sitting beside Eddie for a long while, your nose practically pressed against the glass, eyeing the thunderstorm streaming down outside in comfortable silence.

"This isn't exactly what I had planned, you know." Eddie mumbled, making you glance over.

"Hm? Oh, I didn't think it was." You offered him a sympathetic smile. "It doesn't matter, though…as long as I'm with you."

"It does matter. God, why does everything have to go fucking wrong for me? Why couldn't I just have this one thing?" Eddie's jaw clenched, and his voice strained, drifting further from you and deeper into his own self-wallowing.

"Eddie, what are you talking about?" You slid closer to him as the storm grew angrier outside. He was wrapped up in his leather jacket almost protectively; you fought every instinct telling you to cling onto his shirt, bury your face in the warm curve of his neck and never let go. Instead, you opted for laying a hand gently on his. Eddie instinctively wrapped his fingers around you and gradually looked up. He softened from what awaited him when his gaze met yours, all the love and comfort he'd found solace in for as long as he could remember.

"The date." Eddie sighed." It was supposed to go perfectly so that way…." He paused momentarily, still stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. "So that way, you'd wanna be with me. You know? For real." He mumbled the last part, but you caught it.

"Eds." You slid as close as possible to him, thighs practically pressed against the other, and Eddie's heartbeat quickened. "I don't need all that stuff. As long as I'm with you, I'm happy." Your eyes cast downwards where your hands met before continuing. "I-I love you, Eds." The words slipped from your lips, the impact seemingly lost on him as he tensed under your touch. "I've loved you since the day we met. And since then, it's only grown." Your voice cracked as you continued without so much as a glance toward him. Afraid of stopping yourself after holding back for so long. "You're it for me. I can't form a single thought without it constantly being drawn back to you." His eyes met yours, tears welling at the seams. Eddie cupped your face with trembling fingers delicately as if not to frighten you away.

Before you knew it, he kissed you. Without even deciding to do it, there was nothing else he could've done at that moment. It was the only way he knew to convey everything he felt all at once; he needed to show you how much he's yearned for this. For you. You wondered if he could feel the tension dissipating from every nerve in your body with every swipe of his lips and feel of him on you. You pulled away slightly, softly allowing Eddie to press his forehead against yours. Both of you already feeling the pull to consume each other once more and too distracted to notice how the storm had disappeared around you. The street and surrounding fields were glazed with dew after the storm, and the moon illuminated a newly clear night sky. And for the first time in a long time, Eddie was convinced maybe Valentine's Day wasn't so bad as long as he had you.

[morbiderotica]

hey! would love to hear your thoughts on how a reader/oc would get close to matt and mello if they grew up in the wammy's house.

─ ★ wammy headcanons ... gn!reader

MATT

♡ matt would be easy to befriend especially if you both like the same video games

♡ he's not very cautious when it comes to people in general so youre no exception

♡ even if he makes it look like he doesn't like making new friends, he does

"hey, you're matt right?" you sat on the floor next to the boy who was playing a video game. he barely acknowledged your question but nodded. you looked over his shoulder to see what had him so entranced. the screen showed various characters that you recognized easily. "is that pokemon?" you asked a little excitedly and matt reciprocated it. "yeah!" he was a little too enthusiastic to find someone else who liked the game he was playing but he didn't mind already accepting he had a new friend. whether you liked it or not  

♡ he likes making friends and sharing interests with people

♡ besides you the only other person he was really friends with was mello

♡ regardless of the shared interest he just liked hanging out with you anyway

♡ he liked to listen to you ramble about whatever you were intrested in and in turn you would listen to him

♡ as you guys got older nothing really changed except for the fact the two of you would sneak out all the time

♡ it was late night car drives going on about your interests instead of sitting in a small room now

"no like they literally crash princess peach's party and then steal her bro." matt enthused about this new game that came out, new super mario bros or something, as he drove. his hand rested on the headrest of your seat. the road was empty given the time of night it was. you were tired but you could listen to him for hours and hours.

MELLO

♡ if you got within a 10 feet radius of mello he would leave so fast

♡ nothing against you in particular he just hates people

♡ but when his only friend (matt) befriended you he had no choice but to like you or rather tolerate you

"so.." you began talking to mello who was sitting in silence eating some sweets. "how are you..?" you tried so so so hard to be nice to him but he would rather burn himself alive than entertain you. "i'd be better if you weren't bothering me." for such a small kid he had a big attitude. "alright then." and so the next 10 minutes before matt came back were silent and awkward.

♡ you didn't give up on trying to be friends though cause you knew it would make matt happy

♡ he realized that too but he was too stubborn and selfish

♡ honestly he had a plan to make matt hate you he spent so long trying to come up with the perfect plan

♡ but before he could even excute the plan you helped him through a panic attack so now he couldn't get rid of you even if he wanted to

"mello?" your voice was soft compared to the ones in his head. you didn't really know what to do and you knew getting an adult probably wouldn't help and you had no idea where matt was. he tried to stand up or yell at you to get out or to just turn away and hide from you but he was frozen. "hey, hey." you sat next to him, his head was in his knees. "copy my breathing." you took one of his hands and placed it on your chest to help him follow your breathing pattern. breathe in. breathe out. breathe in. breathe out. "thank you.. i guess." he grumbled once he was alright.

♡ he thought you were alright after that by alright i mean he would probably tear anyone's head off who tried to mess with you

♡ matt was stoked that his two best friends were becoming friends and mello was just stoked you didn't tell matt the real reason why