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CAKE BOSS- D. GRAYSON

pairing: roommate! dick x fem! reader

word count: 650

summary: when you create a fake business profile on instagram to stalk your ex, but then need some help from dick when you actually recieve orders...

warnings: none, just swearing- all fluff, petnames

authors note: hey people, its been a while! just taking some time off, but heres this little blurb inspired by a tiktok i saw a while ago. love u all xx

“Dick, I need your help.”

You practically slid into his room, socks acting frictionless on the hardwood of the loft.

They were bold words to start off a sentence with. But you had said them, nonetheless.

They had caused him to perk an eyebrow, revealing one ear from under his headphones. You didn't bother waiting for a response before you trampled over to his bed, past the dirty clothes scattered on the floor, and the pages and textbooks on his bed.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that bird? You? Need… my help? Mine? The honourable Dick Grayson's assistance-"

You smacked him on the arm before he could finish that sentence.

He teased you for being so independent, although it was an admirable trait. He admired it. But sometimes, when you were drowning- you simply sank to the bottom instead of extending an arm for help to come.

But you needed him for this. It was a good plan.

“I’m trying to snoop on people.”

He leaned forward, a glint in his eye. Removed the headphones fully, placing them around his neck.

“I’m listening.”

“Okay. So you remember Tommy yeah?”

He rolled his eyes at the mention of your scumbag ex. “Sadly, yes. Are we killing him?”

“I wish. Too much work. But I heard from a birdie that he got a new girl. And I need to see what he’s posted. It’s killing me.”

You had blocked him as soon as things had ended, and Dick had him blocked even before that. He had never liked him. You wished you took that as a warning sign about Tommy's character sooner.

“Either way, you’re a million times prettier than her.”

“You haven't even seen her-”

“Don't need to. You’re the most beautiful person on the planet. It is a known fact.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his complement, eyes glancing away to stare at the posters on his wall- suddenly seeming more interesting.

“Anyways, I obviously can't see anything because I’ve blocked him.”

“As have I.” he reminded you, a brush of his fingers on your thigh sending little bolts of lighting to your nerves, causing your eyes to meet him again.

Something like excitement and mischief was all over your face. He smiled. “Birdie, what's going on in that pretty lil head of yours?”

“Cake.”

He was taken aback, confused beyond belief.

“We make a secret account, one that looks legit like I don't know, a baker? And then use it to snoop around on what Tommys doing.”

He almost burst out laughing directly in your face. “A legit baker account?”

“I don't know! You think of something better.”

The baker account it was. 

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“I cannot believe this is fucking happening right now.” Dick exclaimed, and you couldn't help but laugh as batter splattered on your apron.

The baker account had been a green light. With the help of your friend Mari- who just so happened to bake the odd pretty cake here and there, you had managed to make your account seem somewhat legit as a business.

However, you were not expecting it to appear so real that actual orders started rolling in, requests for special cakes and certain treats.

It had landed you two in the kitchen at midnight, scrambling to learn and make five cakes that had been inquired. The whole thing was so ridiculous and downright hilarious you couldn't help but laugh, watching as Dick cracked eggs on the counter and picked broken shell from the mixed ingredients.

You two had no idea what the hell you were doing, or how searching for an ex led to a part time business the two of you were taking “seriously”.

But with Dick, the hassle was worth it. And he had even agreed to your idiotic plan.

“If I get batter on myself one for fuckin time I’m upcharging them.” he grumbled, as you simply watched vanilla batter splash his cheek.

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15 MINUTES- P.B PARKER

day thirty of the june bug masterlist

pairing: boyfriend! peter parker x fem! reader

word count: 705

summary: where you pull peter off to the side from a function, promising it will only take 15 minutes...

warnings: oral (m recieving), praise kink, dumbification/ condesending kink, hair pulling, pet names, swearing, teasing, fluff

 “i can do a lot with 15 minutes / only gonna take 2 to make you finish/ piss some people off- show them what they’re missing/ you, you, you know i can"- 15 minutes, sabrina carpenter

this is the last day of june bug! thank you all so much for your support, your comments and attention. you all mean the world to me, and i hope you enjoyed reading!:)

“You’re fuckin insane.” Peter murmured, eyes wide and breathing shallow as you dragged him into the guest bathroom at the family barbeque.

Your heart thumbed loudly in your chest as you stared at him with a wildness in your eyes, one that caught his gaze as you tried to mingle with people.

But you saw the way he stared at you in your sundress.

It was exactly why you wore it in the first place. You had struck the bat and landed with a home run today. And Peter had thrown the perfect pitch, when he bought you this dress.

His little nerd facade didn't fool you. You knew that look he gave you from under his glasses as he adjusted them up his nose could only mean trouble. Not a word was said as you grabbed his arm, tugging him up to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“You’re not so innocent either Mr. Parker. Neither is your friend.” you nodded, hinting down at the bulge that strained against the denim of his jeans.

He rolled his eyes, a smirk forming on his face. “You minx.”

“You love it.” you winked, dropping to your knees, hands fumbling to unbuckle his belt and tug down his fly.

“Sweetheart as much as I want this, fuck- so much-” he choked on his words, moaning softly as your hand cupped his bulge through his boxers, peering up at him with innocent, wide eyes that drove him crazy.

“-if we’re gone more than ten to fifteen minutes people are gonna be looking for us.”

“Good thing it only takes two to make you finish then.” you smiled, knowing you got him right where you wanted when his fingers slid through your hair, tugging on the strands harshly.

“You’re so fuckin bad sweetheart.” he cooed, head falling back against the bathroom wall with a thud as you licked the length of his dick, lapping at the pre-cum that leaked from the tip.

“Only bad for you.” you whispered, eyelashes fluttering as slowly put him in your mouth, causing him to stifle a loud groan that threatened to alert the rest of the house what you two were up to.

“Fuck sweetheart. You’re good for me, n you know that. S’why you’re on your knees like a pretty, dumb baby right now.”

Your eyes widened at his degradation, and you squeezed your thighs together. But nothing got past Peter. He chuckled lowly, guiding the rest of him in, until you coughed and sputtered as he brushed the back of your throat.

“Aw you like this don't you? Thought you were gonna come up here and be in control, but we both know you turn brain dead the second I touch you. I see those pretty eyes sweetheart. Not a thought behind em.” he cooed, eye contact never faltering as he guided you like his own personal fleshlight, hand tightening its grip on your hair.

A tear slipped from your waterline and he laughed, reaching down to brush it away with his thumb. “You’re such a pretty girl. Like this, for me. I should've known you couldn't wait until we got home.” he tsked, clucking his tongue as if he were scolding you.

You just stared, unable to speak for obvious reasons, but your eyes said enough. You liked this.

“I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna swallow like you always do, yeah?”

You attempted to nod, cut off by a sharp thrust further down your throat, as he came with a moan of your name. It only took him a second before he was zipping his pants back up, crouching down to check on you.

“Hey, hey sweetheart are you okay? Wasn't too much?”

You shook your head, letting him coo and fuss over you as you smiled dumbly, off in a trance-like state you were often in after Peter used you the way you begged him to.

“S’perfect.”

He smiled, fixing your hair and wiping any stray tears that slipped from your waterline. “You did so good for me sweetheart.”

“I always do.” you teased, earning a smirk from your boyfriend and a gentle kiss to each cheek before his lips met yours.

“You always do, you little minx.” 

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15 MINUTES- P.B PARKER

day thirty of the june bug masterlist

pairing: boyfriend! peter parker x fem! reader

word count: 705

summary: where you pull peter off to the side from a function, promising it will only take 15 minutes...

warnings: oral (m recieving), praise kink, dumbification/ condesending kink, hair pulling, pet names, swearing, teasing, fluff

 “i can do a lot with 15 minutes / only gonna take 2 to make you finish/ piss some people off- show them what they’re missing/ you, you, you know i can"- 15 minutes, sabrina carpenter

this is the last day of june bug! thank you all so much for your support, your comments and attention. you all mean the world to me, and i hope you enjoyed reading!:)

“You’re fuckin insane.” Peter murmured, eyes wide and breathing shallow as you dragged him into the guest bathroom at the family barbeque.

Your heart thumbed loudly in your chest as you stared at him with a wildness in your eyes, one that caught his gaze as you tried to mingle with people.

But you saw the way he stared at you in your sundress.

It was exactly why you wore it in the first place. You had struck the bat and landed with a home run today. And Peter had thrown the perfect pitch, when he bought you this dress.

His little nerd facade didn't fool you. You knew that look he gave you from under his glasses as he adjusted them up his nose could only mean trouble. Not a word was said as you grabbed his arm, tugging him up to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“You’re not so innocent either Mr. Parker. Neither is your friend.” you nodded, hinting down at the bulge that strained against the denim of his jeans.

He rolled his eyes, a smirk forming on his face. “You minx.”

“You love it.” you winked, dropping to your knees, hands fumbling to unbuckle his belt and tug down his fly.

“Sweetheart as much as I want this, fuck- so much-” he choked on his words, moaning softly as your hand cupped his bulge through his boxers, peering up at him with innocent, wide eyes that drove him crazy.

“-if we’re gone more than ten to fifteen minutes people are gonna be looking for us.”

“Good thing it only takes two to make you finish then.” you smiled, knowing you got him right where you wanted when his fingers slid through your hair, tugging on the strands harshly.

“You’re so fuckin bad sweetheart.” he cooed, head falling back against the bathroom wall with a thud as you licked the length of his dick, lapping at the pre-cum that leaked from the tip.

“Only bad for you.” you whispered, eyelashes fluttering as slowly put him in your mouth, causing him to stifle a loud groan that threatened to alert the rest of the house what you two were up to.

“Fuck sweetheart. You’re good for me, n you know that. S’why you’re on your knees like a pretty, dumb baby right now.”

Your eyes widened at his degradation, and you squeezed your thighs together. But nothing got past Peter. He chuckled lowly, guiding the rest of him in, until you coughed and sputtered as he brushed the back of your throat.

“Aw you like this don't you? Thought you were gonna come up here and be in control, but we both know you turn brain dead the second I touch you. I see those pretty eyes sweetheart. Not a thought behind em.” he cooed, eye contact never faltering as he guided you like his own personal fleshlight, hand tightening its grip on your hair.

A tear slipped from your waterline and he laughed, reaching down to brush it away with his thumb. “You’re such a pretty girl. Like this, for me. I should've known you couldn't wait until we got home.” he tsked, clucking his tongue as if he were scolding you.

You just stared, unable to speak for obvious reasons, but your eyes said enough. You liked this.

“I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna swallow like you always do, yeah?”

You attempted to nod, cut off by a sharp thrust further down your throat, as he came with a moan of your name. It only took him a second before he was zipping his pants back up, crouching down to check on you.

“Hey, hey sweetheart are you okay? Wasn't too much?”

You shook your head, letting him coo and fuss over you as you smiled dumbly, off in a trance-like state you were often in after Peter used you the way you begged him to.

“S’perfect.”

He smiled, fixing your hair and wiping any stray tears that slipped from your waterline. “You did so good for me sweetheart.”

“I always do.” you teased, earning a smirk from your boyfriend and a gentle kiss to each cheek before his lips met yours.

“You always do, you little minx.” 

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15 MINUTES- P.B PARKER

day thirty of the june bug masterlist

pairing: boyfriend! peter parker x fem! reader

word count: 705

summary: where you pull peter off to the side from a function, promising it will only take 15 minutes...

warnings: oral (m recieving), praise kink, dumbification/ condesending kink, hair pulling, pet names, swearing, teasing, fluff

 “i can do a lot with 15 minutes / only gonna take 2 to make you finish/ piss some people off- show them what they’re missing/ you, you, you know i can"- 15 minutes, sabrina carpenter

this is the last day of june bug! thank you all so much for your support, your comments and attention. you all mean the world to me, and i hope you enjoyed reading!:)

“You’re fuckin insane.” Peter murmured, eyes wide and breathing shallow as you dragged him into the guest bathroom at the family barbeque.

Your heart thumbed loudly in your chest as you stared at him with a wildness in your eyes, one that caught his gaze as you tried to mingle with people.

But you saw the way he stared at you in your sundress.

It was exactly why you wore it in the first place. You had struck the bat and landed with a home run today. And Peter had thrown the perfect pitch, when he bought you this dress.

His little nerd facade didn't fool you. You knew that look he gave you from under his glasses as he adjusted them up his nose could only mean trouble. Not a word was said as you grabbed his arm, tugging him up to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“You’re not so innocent either Mr. Parker. Neither is your friend.” you nodded, hinting down at the bulge that strained against the denim of his jeans.

He rolled his eyes, a smirk forming on his face. “You minx.”

“You love it.” you winked, dropping to your knees, hands fumbling to unbuckle his belt and tug down his fly.

“Sweetheart as much as I want this, fuck- so much-” he choked on his words, moaning softly as your hand cupped his bulge through his boxers, peering up at him with innocent, wide eyes that drove him crazy.

“-if we’re gone more than ten to fifteen minutes people are gonna be looking for us.”

“Good thing it only takes two to make you finish then.” you smiled, knowing you got him right where you wanted when his fingers slid through your hair, tugging on the strands harshly.

“You’re so fuckin bad sweetheart.” he cooed, head falling back against the bathroom wall with a thud as you licked the length of his dick, lapping at the pre-cum that leaked from the tip.

“Only bad for you.” you whispered, eyelashes fluttering as slowly put him in your mouth, causing him to stifle a loud groan that threatened to alert the rest of the house what you two were up to.

“Fuck sweetheart. You’re good for me, n you know that. S’why you’re on your knees like a pretty, dumb baby right now.”

Your eyes widened at his degradation, and you squeezed your thighs together. But nothing got past Peter. He chuckled lowly, guiding the rest of him in, until you coughed and sputtered as he brushed the back of your throat.

“Aw you like this don't you? Thought you were gonna come up here and be in control, but we both know you turn brain dead the second I touch you. I see those pretty eyes sweetheart. Not a thought behind em.” he cooed, eye contact never faltering as he guided you like his own personal fleshlight, hand tightening its grip on your hair.

A tear slipped from your waterline and he laughed, reaching down to brush it away with his thumb. “You’re such a pretty girl. Like this, for me. I should've known you couldn't wait until we got home.” he tsked, clucking his tongue as if he were scolding you.

You just stared, unable to speak for obvious reasons, but your eyes said enough. You liked this.

“I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna swallow like you always do, yeah?”

You attempted to nod, cut off by a sharp thrust further down your throat, as he came with a moan of your name. It only took him a second before he was zipping his pants back up, crouching down to check on you.

“Hey, hey sweetheart are you okay? Wasn't too much?”

You shook your head, letting him coo and fuss over you as you smiled dumbly, off in a trance-like state you were often in after Peter used you the way you begged him to.

“S’perfect.”

He smiled, fixing your hair and wiping any stray tears that slipped from your waterline. “You did so good for me sweetheart.”

“I always do.” you teased, earning a smirk from your boyfriend and a gentle kiss to each cheek before his lips met yours.

“You always do, you little minx.” 

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13 BEACHES- J.B BARNES

day twenty nine of the june bug masterlist

pairing: boyfriend! thunderbolts! bucky x fem! reader

word count: 1.3k

summary: after bucky saves the world, you and bucky try and escape from all the attention that comes along with it...

warnings: pure fluff! super soft, petnames, comfort, swearing etc

 “it took 13 beaches to find one empty, but finally, i'm fine/ past ventura and lenses plenty/ in the white sunshine”- 13 beaches, lana del rey

It had taken some time for the two of you to find peace and quiet.

It most definitely wasn't in New York, but it never really had been for the two of you.

It was even more hectic with the new events that had unfolded with Bucky and the band of misfits they called the Thunderbolts. Now- he was constantly on the move.

And you knew as much as he loved saving people, and helping others- he needed the break.

Not only away from Walker- but from the world.

It was loud. It was busy. And he had never once liked it.

Managed it, yes- he had even mastered the city inside and out. But it wasn't how he had known it when he was younger. So during times like this, when things settled down enough for him to take a vacation, he took it.

Due to his newfound (positive) fame, it was hard to find the privacy he needed and deserved. It had taken thirteen beaches, but you had finally found one. One that was away from the flashes of the paparazzi, and microphones that were constantly shoved in faces.

It felt like a breath of fresh air.

Not only for him, but for you.

He knew how difficult change was for you. His little Лепесток. You were anxious, and needed stability- which is why he sheltered you under his wing.

He wanted to take care of you, to protect you from the dangers of the world. And as hard as change was for you, you had managed to handle his lifestyle surprisingly well.

Always worrying for him of course, waiting at the tower to attend to any wounds he had, to kiss him better. Though he often took care of you, you were often slouched over on the couch, book in hand- falling asleep while waiting for him to get back. He’d smile to himself softly, dog earring your page before picking you up bridal style in his arms, carrying you back to bed.

Some nights, when you two could breathe a little easier, when work wasn't so tense- he’d show you old movies that he discovered later on in life, when he was freed from Hydras shackles.

Carnival of Souls was a favourite of yours, an easy pick when a coin toss wasn't enough to pick a film from the shelf. Candace Hilligoss’s words rang true in your ears now, as you watched the waves roll up onto the sandy shore. 

I don't belong in the world, that's what it is

Something separates me from other people

Everywhere I turn, there's something blocking my escape

Letting out a gentle sigh, you ran your fingers through his hair, as his head was perched in your lap.

Bucky Barnes was so beautiful it hurt.

And there was just something about seeing him so carefree and vulnerable that made him that much more beautiful.

“What are you thinking about Лепесток?” he asked, breaking you from your hazy trance. Your brain tended to “shut off” when you were around him, and he teased you for it. He found it adorable though.

But today, you were extra “out of it”.

You smiled, catching your reflection in his dark sunglasses. “About how quiet it is. And how nice it is, that its finally fuckin quiet.”

He laughed, closing his eyes as you began to give him a head scratch, knowing how much it soothed him. Purring, it was almost as if a black cat with wide eyes full of mischief had found its way onto your thighs, permanently.

“You deserve this, you know. This break. I wish you could experience it all the time. It breaks my heart that you can't.” you sighed, looking out to the open water again. How it seemed to stretch on forever. You wished you and Bucky could get on a ship, a little sailboat and sail until there was nothing but open saltwater surrounding you. You could journey out on an adventure and see where the winds took you.

Maybe in the future, you could mention it to Bucky. A little houseboat, or something along those lines. You knew he had helped Sam repair some before he had become a Thunderbolt. 

“Anytime I’m with you is all the break that I need. I need you, my  Лепесток. I couldn't do this without you.”

You nodded, shivering as his metal finger came up to brush your leg. Somehow despite the beating sun, it was chilled.

“You do so much good, you know that?” you asked.

He nodded. “I’m inspired by the girl I’m in love with. She shows me what it means to be truly good every single day.”

You felt a tear threaten to escape your waterline at his sweet words, knowing they were nothing but the full, honest truth. Bucky Barnes had never, and would never lie to you. He made that very clear when he met you.

You slipped your hand into his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He grounded you, held you steady. Taking a breath, you felt the world shield itself around the two of you, the trees seeming to bend in the wind, their trunks curling and wrapping around each other as a guard around the beach.

The only footprints in the sand belonged to you two, and the seagulls that flapped over the sea. Life was wild, and each day came as it did, but right now- you could savour the moment.

Today, all you had to do was eat ripe cherries and fresh peaches, and make out with a sexy, shirtless boyfriend on this empty beach, before heading back to your little beachside getaway house for the night. To have a normal night, no crazy aliens or black fog overtaking the city- just a nice, homemade meal, with some candles and a romantic vinyl playing to slow dance to.

You could already envision the meal he’d try to prepare, and god help him for any white clothing he wore. More often than not you had to swoop in and save the day, as laughing at his clumsiness for cooking with a glass of wine from the barstool by the island was only good for so long.

He had insisted on pasta tonight, and you planned on surprising him with your homemade focaccia bread, the one his mother used to make before the war.

Thoughts of a domestic, easy life with Bucky were ones that graced your mind often. And whenever he could, he’d try to make it happen. He wanted the same things as you. A steady, easy life somewhere far away from the bustle of society.

But right now, society needed him. And you were honoured, flattered really a man such as himself wanted you to be right there with him.

The world would always need saving, but someday- they would no longer call on Bucky. Which was something he had brought up in the late hours of the night, when your head lay on his chest, following the steady rhythm of his heart, and the rise and fall of his chest.

He enjoyed the family he had created, and it was nice to be seen as a hero for all his efforts. For America, and its people. But right now, he was off duty- and so were you. Right now, all you focused on was the feeling of his strong arms as he draped you in them, swooping you off your seat on the sand and carrying you over to the gentle waves that brushed his feet.

You let out a squeal as he walked out in the water, swinging you around before tossing you in the water with a gentle splash. Right now, you were focused on wrestling Bucky down in the water, to make it even.

And that was something you could manage.

But in reality, you could handle anything, with Bucky by your side. And according to him, he didn't plan on ever leaving.

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13 BEACHES- J.B BARNES

day twenty nine of the june bug masterlist

pairing: boyfriend! thunderbolts! bucky x fem! reader

word count: 1.3k

summary: after bucky saves the world, you and bucky try and escape from all the attention that comes along with it...

warnings: pure fluff! super soft, petnames, comfort, swearing etc

 “it took 13 beaches to find one empty, but finally, i'm fine/ past ventura and lenses plenty/ in the white sunshine”- 13 beaches, lana del rey

It had taken some time for the two of you to find peace and quiet.

It most definitely wasn't in New York, but it never really had been for the two of you.

It was even more hectic with the new events that had unfolded with Bucky and the band of misfits they called the Thunderbolts. Now- he was constantly on the move.

And you knew as much as he loved saving people, and helping others- he needed the break.

Not only away from Walker- but from the world.

It was loud. It was busy. And he had never once liked it.

Managed it, yes- he had even mastered the city inside and out. But it wasn't how he had known it when he was younger. So during times like this, when things settled down enough for him to take a vacation, he took it.

Due to his newfound (positive) fame, it was hard to find the privacy he needed and deserved. It had taken thirteen beaches, but you had finally found one. One that was away from the flashes of the paparazzi, and microphones that were constantly shoved in faces.

It felt like a breath of fresh air.

Not only for him, but for you.

He knew how difficult change was for you. His little Лепесток. You were anxious, and needed stability- which is why he sheltered you under his wing.

He wanted to take care of you, to protect you from the dangers of the world. And as hard as change was for you, you had managed to handle his lifestyle surprisingly well.

Always worrying for him of course, waiting at the tower to attend to any wounds he had, to kiss him better. Though he often took care of you, you were often slouched over on the couch, book in hand- falling asleep while waiting for him to get back. He’d smile to himself softly, dog earring your page before picking you up bridal style in his arms, carrying you back to bed.

Some nights, when you two could breathe a little easier, when work wasn't so tense- he’d show you old movies that he discovered later on in life, when he was freed from Hydras shackles.

Carnival of Souls was a favourite of yours, an easy pick when a coin toss wasn't enough to pick a film from the shelf. Candace Hilligoss’s words rang true in your ears now, as you watched the waves roll up onto the sandy shore. 

I don't belong in the world, that's what it is

Something separates me from other people

Everywhere I turn, there's something blocking my escape

Letting out a gentle sigh, you ran your fingers through his hair, as his head was perched in your lap.

Bucky Barnes was so beautiful it hurt.

And there was just something about seeing him so carefree and vulnerable that made him that much more beautiful.

“What are you thinking about Лепесток?” he asked, breaking you from your hazy trance. Your brain tended to “shut off” when you were around him, and he teased you for it. He found it adorable though.

But today, you were extra “out of it”.

You smiled, catching your reflection in his dark sunglasses. “About how quiet it is. And how nice it is, that its finally fuckin quiet.”

He laughed, closing his eyes as you began to give him a head scratch, knowing how much it soothed him. Purring, it was almost as if a black cat with wide eyes full of mischief had found its way onto your thighs, permanently.

“You deserve this, you know. This break. I wish you could experience it all the time. It breaks my heart that you can't.” you sighed, looking out to the open water again. How it seemed to stretch on forever. You wished you and Bucky could get on a ship, a little sailboat and sail until there was nothing but open saltwater surrounding you. You could journey out on an adventure and see where the winds took you.

Maybe in the future, you could mention it to Bucky. A little houseboat, or something along those lines. You knew he had helped Sam repair some before he had become a Thunderbolt. 

“Anytime I’m with you is all the break that I need. I need you, my  Лепесток. I couldn't do this without you.”

You nodded, shivering as his metal finger came up to brush your leg. Somehow despite the beating sun, it was chilled.

“You do so much good, you know that?” you asked.

He nodded. “I’m inspired by the girl I’m in love with. She shows me what it means to be truly good every single day.”

You felt a tear threaten to escape your waterline at his sweet words, knowing they were nothing but the full, honest truth. Bucky Barnes had never, and would never lie to you. He made that very clear when he met you.

You slipped your hand into his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He grounded you, held you steady. Taking a breath, you felt the world shield itself around the two of you, the trees seeming to bend in the wind, their trunks curling and wrapping around each other as a guard around the beach.

The only footprints in the sand belonged to you two, and the seagulls that flapped over the sea. Life was wild, and each day came as it did, but right now- you could savour the moment.

Today, all you had to do was eat ripe cherries and fresh peaches, and make out with a sexy, shirtless boyfriend on this empty beach, before heading back to your little beachside getaway house for the night. To have a normal night, no crazy aliens or black fog overtaking the city- just a nice, homemade meal, with some candles and a romantic vinyl playing to slow dance to.

You could already envision the meal he’d try to prepare, and god help him for any white clothing he wore. More often than not you had to swoop in and save the day, as laughing at his clumsiness for cooking with a glass of wine from the barstool by the island was only good for so long.

He had insisted on pasta tonight, and you planned on surprising him with your homemade focaccia bread, the one his mother used to make before the war.

Thoughts of a domestic, easy life with Bucky were ones that graced your mind often. And whenever he could, he’d try to make it happen. He wanted the same things as you. A steady, easy life somewhere far away from the bustle of society.

But right now, society needed him. And you were honoured, flattered really a man such as himself wanted you to be right there with him.

The world would always need saving, but someday- they would no longer call on Bucky. Which was something he had brought up in the late hours of the night, when your head lay on his chest, following the steady rhythm of his heart, and the rise and fall of his chest.

He enjoyed the family he had created, and it was nice to be seen as a hero for all his efforts. For America, and its people. But right now, he was off duty- and so were you. Right now, all you focused on was the feeling of his strong arms as he draped you in them, swooping you off your seat on the sand and carrying you over to the gentle waves that brushed his feet.

You let out a squeal as he walked out in the water, swinging you around before tossing you in the water with a gentle splash. Right now, you were focused on wrestling Bucky down in the water, to make it even.

And that was something you could manage.

But in reality, you could handle anything, with Bucky by your side. And according to him, he didn't plan on ever leaving.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

2 HANDS- J. TODD

day twenty eight of the june bug masterlist

pairing: boyfriend! p*rnstar! jason toddx fem! reader

word count: 1k

summary: how your camera ready boyfriend takes care of you- on and off screen ;) this takes place after my p*rnstar fic!

warnings: smut, size kink, choking/ finger sucking mention, implied oral, sexual photos/ content, but lots and lots of fluff, aftercare, pet names, praise!

 “'cause i want 'em all to see (yeah)- you look good on top of me at this time at night, i need/ not one, not three/ just your two hands on me like my life needs savin'- let 'em all know (i want your two hands)/ can you do it like that? yeah (alright)"- 2 hands, tate mcrae

The video that included you had completely blown up online.

You were genuinely in awe as you watched the numbers on your screen sky rocket. Putting it into perspective, you weren't used to so many pairs of eyes observing you so intensely.

Especially during such an intimate, vulnerable position.

Jason though, was unfazed.

Of course it's gaining traction. You’re the hottest person on the goddamn planet. He’d say, ruffling your hair before planting a kiss to the top of your head.

And you were his. All his. He’d remind you of that for days to come, no cameras in sight.

Sometimes, you found yourself clicking on the video- a  guilty pleasure of yours. Scrolling down to read some comments that caught your eye in the moment.

I love this video because it looks so fucking natural.

So sexy. Look at the way he holds her. So possessive.

You fought the urge to reply, wanting to practically scream from the rooftops that it was natural. There was no acting, from you at least. They had really made you feel that good.

Jason especially.

And not just on camera.

Once that little red light had gone out, Jason had been on you. Scooping you up in his arms, cradling you like a baby as he brought you to the bathroom, starting a nice warm bath for you with all your favourite soaps and scents. Cooing sweet nothings and soft praises, how you did so good, you looked so sweet and pretty all for him, despite the other two men in the other room who had also made you feel good.

He had massaged the shampoos into your scalp, letting you rest your eyes. Candles with soothing scents were always lit whenever you two were finished, camera on you or not. A bath was always drawn, and he always made sure you were fed whatever food you were craving that day.

You joked he was your Prince Charming. But it wasn't really a joke, because he truly was.

He was always caring for you, not only in actions, but through words. Calling you his pretty girl, his angel, always his. Making you do a little twirl whenever he bought you a new dress, and made sure you picked the perfect handbag to go with it.

His hands were always in yours whenever you left the penthouse, always guiding you down the street, slightly drawing you behind his much larger frame to make sure you were safe.

Walks in the park turned into picnics where he fed you chocolate covered strawberries, somehow ending up under you as you straddled his waist, smearing the chocolate across his nose and cheeks as he had done to you.

You learned how to ballroom dance in your kitchen past midnight, simply because he wanted to teach you how to properly dance.

It was so peaceful with Jason. So intimate. So natural.

Little things, some suggestive- some downright sinful. Other times, it was just sweet. A gentle pat to your ass or a hug from behind as he passed you from behind in the kitchen, murmuring about how good the food looked and how talented you were.

Sending you pictures of him and the guys out, texting you how much he missed you (and they missed you of course), making you giggle.

Fingers lazily coming down to brush and toy with your nipples through your shirt as he spooned you, watching some cheesy rom com with you. It didn't matter, if you were with him- his two hands were on you.

And you loved it.

You were always touchy, and always a bit possessive of him, as he was with you. But after that video went viral… Well, you wanted to show him off that much more. That you were his, and he was yours.

Even when the camera was off, you were just as, if not more clingy to him. (He fucking loved it more than anything). And when you had told him you wanted to be posted with him more, in that sort of content, he happily agreed after he was assured you truly felt comfortable and wanted this.

He knew you were a bit shy, and a private person. That's one of the things he loved about you. But if you wanted to come out of your shell a little more?

Fuck, he was more than fine with that.

If it meant showing you off to anyone with eyes, he’d take you up on the option.

Your sex life still remained off video, and if it was recorded, it was kept for his eyes only- when he was away from you and missing your touch he replaced with his own. You hadn't posted any videos just yet, you were still a little shy.

But photos? Hundreds.

Your favourite was the one where you two had just come out of the shower together, still wet and dripping on the tiled floor. It was a simple mirror picture, his arm wrapped around you, standing behind you as he took the picture. He was cut out of frame he was so large, but he wanted the focus on you anyways.

It was attractive to him (and thousands of others) that he was that much bigger than you, your sweet, soft innocence a contrast to his rough, jagged edges and hand tattoos.

Another one you adored was the photo of his hand wrapped around your throat, or his two fingers on your tongue, your mouth opened wide for him.

He always loved the ones of you on your knees, clinging to his leg and looking up at him and the camera with sweet puppy dog eyes and a pout. As soon as the photo was posted and his phone started to buzz with notifications, he’d toss it to the side, tugging down his sweats and giving you exactly what you were begging for.

It was bliss, truly. The simplicity of it, how easy it was with you. Nothing was ever staged, nothing ever faked or prepared in advance. It was little moments he captured, some even kept just for himself to look back on.

He had told you the truth that night when he said he had never had scene partners, and never wanted to. It was too much for him. But with you?

He wanted your two hands on him permanently. And only yours, for everyone to see. 

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

2 HANDS- J. TODD

day twenty eight of the june bug masterlist

pairing: boyfriend! p*rnstar! jason toddx fem! reader

word count: 1k

summary: how your camera ready boyfriend takes care of you- on and off screen ;) this takes place after my p*rnstar fic!

warnings: smut, size kink, choking/ finger sucking mention, implied oral, sexual photos/ content, but lots and lots of fluff, aftercare, pet names, praise!

 “'cause i want 'em all to see (yeah)- you look good on top of me at this time at night, i need/ not one, not three/ just your two hands on me like my life needs savin'- let 'em all know (i want your two hands)/ can you do it like that? yeah (alright)"- 2 hands, tate mcrae

The video that included you had completely blown up online.

You were genuinely in awe as you watched the numbers on your screen sky rocket. Putting it into perspective, you weren't used to so many pairs of eyes observing you so intensely.

Especially during such an intimate, vulnerable position.

Jason though, was unfazed.

Of course it's gaining traction. You’re the hottest person on the goddamn planet. He’d say, ruffling your hair before planting a kiss to the top of your head.

And you were his. All his. He’d remind you of that for days to come, no cameras in sight.

Sometimes, you found yourself clicking on the video- a  guilty pleasure of yours. Scrolling down to read some comments that caught your eye in the moment.

I love this video because it looks so fucking natural.

So sexy. Look at the way he holds her. So possessive.

You fought the urge to reply, wanting to practically scream from the rooftops that it was natural. There was no acting, from you at least. They had really made you feel that good.

Jason especially.

And not just on camera.

Once that little red light had gone out, Jason had been on you. Scooping you up in his arms, cradling you like a baby as he brought you to the bathroom, starting a nice warm bath for you with all your favourite soaps and scents. Cooing sweet nothings and soft praises, how you did so good, you looked so sweet and pretty all for him, despite the other two men in the other room who had also made you feel good.

He had massaged the shampoos into your scalp, letting you rest your eyes. Candles with soothing scents were always lit whenever you two were finished, camera on you or not. A bath was always drawn, and he always made sure you were fed whatever food you were craving that day.

You joked he was your Prince Charming. But it wasn't really a joke, because he truly was.

He was always caring for you, not only in actions, but through words. Calling you his pretty girl, his angel, always his. Making you do a little twirl whenever he bought you a new dress, and made sure you picked the perfect handbag to go with it.

His hands were always in yours whenever you left the penthouse, always guiding you down the street, slightly drawing you behind his much larger frame to make sure you were safe.

Walks in the park turned into picnics where he fed you chocolate covered strawberries, somehow ending up under you as you straddled his waist, smearing the chocolate across his nose and cheeks as he had done to you.

You learned how to ballroom dance in your kitchen past midnight, simply because he wanted to teach you how to properly dance.

It was so peaceful with Jason. So intimate. So natural.

Little things, some suggestive- some downright sinful. Other times, it was just sweet. A gentle pat to your ass or a hug from behind as he passed you from behind in the kitchen, murmuring about how good the food looked and how talented you were.

Sending you pictures of him and the guys out, texting you how much he missed you (and they missed you of course), making you giggle.

Fingers lazily coming down to brush and toy with your nipples through your shirt as he spooned you, watching some cheesy rom com with you. It didn't matter, if you were with him- his two hands were on you.

And you loved it.

You were always touchy, and always a bit possessive of him, as he was with you. But after that video went viral… Well, you wanted to show him off that much more. That you were his, and he was yours.

Even when the camera was off, you were just as, if not more clingy to him. (He fucking loved it more than anything). And when you had told him you wanted to be posted with him more, in that sort of content, he happily agreed after he was assured you truly felt comfortable and wanted this.

He knew you were a bit shy, and a private person. That's one of the things he loved about you. But if you wanted to come out of your shell a little more?

Fuck, he was more than fine with that.

If it meant showing you off to anyone with eyes, he’d take you up on the option.

Your sex life still remained off video, and if it was recorded, it was kept for his eyes only- when he was away from you and missing your touch he replaced with his own. You hadn't posted any videos just yet, you were still a little shy.

But photos? Hundreds.

Your favourite was the one where you two had just come out of the shower together, still wet and dripping on the tiled floor. It was a simple mirror picture, his arm wrapped around you, standing behind you as he took the picture. He was cut out of frame he was so large, but he wanted the focus on you anyways.

It was attractive to him (and thousands of others) that he was that much bigger than you, your sweet, soft innocence a contrast to his rough, jagged edges and hand tattoos.

Another one you adored was the photo of his hand wrapped around your throat, or his two fingers on your tongue, your mouth opened wide for him.

He always loved the ones of you on your knees, clinging to his leg and looking up at him and the camera with sweet puppy dog eyes and a pout. As soon as the photo was posted and his phone started to buzz with notifications, he’d toss it to the side, tugging down his sweats and giving you exactly what you were begging for.

It was bliss, truly. The simplicity of it, how easy it was with you. Nothing was ever staged, nothing ever faked or prepared in advance. It was little moments he captured, some even kept just for himself to look back on.

He had told you the truth that night when he said he had never had scene partners, and never wanted to. It was too much for him. But with you?

He wanted your two hands on him permanently. And only yours, for everyone to see. 

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

YOU CAN BE MY DADDY- S. WINCHESTER

day twenty seven of the june bug masterlist

pairing: boyfriend! sam winchester x fem! reader

word count: 450

summary: when sam accidentally calls himself daddy during sex.

warnings: smut, daddy kink ofc, praise kink, condensening/ teasing sam, swearing

 “you can be my daddy tonight-night-night/ if you're seeking heaven/ then you wanna come and get it, get it”- be my daddy, lana del rey (unreleased)

It was an honest mistake.

He didn't mean to let it slip.

And he almost cursed himself internally for it, until he noted your reaction. The way you clenched around him. The way he could hear, practically feel your breath catch, sputter in on itself at his words.

Shhh, shh- There you go, atta girl. Doing so good for daddy.

He had never called himself that before, and you hadn't either. There was some implication you wanted too- surely there was an authority thing here- often calling him sir, or something similar.

But never daddy.

He stopped himself, hips slowing their brutal pace at his slip up. Clearly, he had wanted you to call him that. He was into it. He’d always been into it, his search history proving so, before he had met you.

But so carelessly saying it- and having him say it first?

A dangerous game.

He was never much into betting, it was an unnecessary risk that almost always seemed to not suit his favour, but with you… he had hit the jackpot. Your eyes widened, nose scrunched at the word, fingers curling around his bicep.

Smirking, he continued. “Yeah you like that shit eh? Should've known. Such a dirty girl.” he cooed almost mockingly, his words anything but the sweet tone he used.

“Y-yeah fuck daddy.” you moaned, eyes rolling as he thrusted harder, hitting that spongy spot that had you seeing stars.

“This is daddy's pussy hm?” You nodded, hiccups escaping past your parted lips as he folded you nearly in half, showing no mercy as he thrusted harder, all that could be heard was the smack of his balls against your ass and squelching sounds from your juices coating him.

It was embarrassing almost, how much his words had affected you. It was like your brain had spun itself into cobwebs of saccharine cotton candy, melting under his touch.

You loved when Sam got like this. When he was so hungry, so eager for control as he lacked a lot of it in his own life- that it consumed him. Your older boyfriend prized himself on treating you well, never letting you worry your “pretty lil head” about anything, even though life with the Winchesters was dangerous business.

It seemed that even he, could forget about that just for a little while he was inside you, molding you into a sweet puddle of compliance.

“S’your pussy..” you moaned, eyes rolling back as he pressed forward just a little more, so the legs dangled over his large shoulders were almost back to touch your head.

Folded in half. Literally.

“Whose pussy sweetheart?”

“Daddys…”

He smirked devilishly, the name acting as the golden ticket. “Atta girl.”

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

PEDRO PASCAL Vanity Fair | July - August 2025

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

WHATCHA DOING- M. MURDOCK

day twenty six of the june bug masterlist

pairing: ex- boyfriend! matt murdock x fem! reader (fake dating)

word count: 3.7k

summary: your distant cousin invites you and your ex-boyfriend matt to her wedding, under the impression the two of you are still together. wanting to keep the peace, you decide to invite him with you as your "fake" partner, in hopes it can rekindle the flame.

warnings: SMUT, praise kink, petnames, choking, flirting, sexual tension, fake dating trope!, kissing/ making out, mentions of alcohol, swearing

 “whatcha doin' to me, baby? i’m scared to death/ that you might be the one to change me, you're in my head/ and now you're cloudin' my decisions, got me headin' for collision…”- whatcha doing, dua lipa

 The corner of the envelope dug into your skin as you grasped the thick material, scanning over the fancy cursive, in bright red ink.

A smudge on your name, making it appear as if it was blood.

A scarlet letter.

Matt’s name next to yours was something you hadn't seen in months. It was as if time had stopped for a second, and you were no longer in a rush to scramble out of your work clothes and to pour a glass of wine.

It had been a long, tiring day at the office, the piles of papers seeming to stack so high they’d topple over with a single touch. It was dark when you entered those clear, revolving doors, and it was dark when you left them for the rush and bustle of the city's nightlife.

But the day had slipped out of reach as you saw your name next to your ex-boyfriends from your cousin.

It had been months since you and Matt were together, and you had tried so hard to put that past you. Things had ended on decent terms. No fall outs, no vicious fights or nasty words shouted. Things had just… disappeared.

Long, lonely nights became too much for you to bear. Now they were your typical nights.

Your cousin couldn't have known, of course.

You barely spoke to her, as she lived hours upon hours away- both of you too wrapped up with work and your own lives to make time to talk. But here her name was, on an envelope- containing a wedding invitation.

The words “You’re Invited” seemed to stare back at you, permanently etched onto your eyeballs.

Of course you would go, it only seemed right to support Hannah. She was your family, after all- and you were sure she would do the same for you…

Thoughts of what you and Matt could’ve been swirled around in your mind, covered by a translucent white wedding veil.

No. No, this was not about you- this was about her. You would do this for her, no matter how painful it was.

You took a deep breath, tossing the paper to the side. You’d deal with this later. Now, you just needed a hot, hot shower and sleep. Forget the wine. All you wanted was your head against your soft pillow as soon as possible.

As you trudged to the bathroom, all you could think of was Matt. How would you possibly explain this to him? Or your cousin? You were sure you could send her a letter back explaining everything… but… did you really want to?

You missed Matt more than anything.

This was… an opportunity.

An excuse, if you will- to see him again.

Did you really want to let that slip through your fingers?

You peeled your clothes off, running a hand through your hair as you stared at yourself in the mirror which had started to fog up, hot water running from the showerhead. It was so hot it burned as you stepped under the trickling water, and you let it.

You were stumped on what to do. At least that's what you told yourself as you let the steam scorch your skin, washing yourself with lavender soap.

But no amount of soap could wash away the memories of Matt Murdock, even as they spun down the drain.

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Listen, I need your help with something. I know it's been months since we’ve really talked, and we aren't together anymore but you  said if I needed anything to call or get you so here I am, at your law firm.

You almost laughed out loud at how stupid that sounded. Here you were, on your way to Matt's office on a Friday afternoon, practically about to get on your knees and beg like a whining puppy. You didn't want to call him and ask, that seemed too… fake.

You had been together for three years, the least you could do was ask him to be your fake boyfriend/ date to this wedding in person. You owed him that much.

Unless he wanted nothing to do with you anymore. Then the phone call would be better, the rejection wouldn't be visible on his face and it wouldn't cut as deep.

It was too late now. You were nearly at his firm, nothing with you but your purse, and the invitation. Your pride and dignity was left at home. You felt yourself start to slow, taking a deep breath as you turned the corner to a street you knew all so well.

It had been a while since you had been around this area of the city. But it was as if you had never left. Nelson and Murdock reflected in the sunlight, the gold freshly polished, catching your eye. A contrast against the bright red brick, just like the envelope.

You were tired of red. All it reminded you of was Matt.

You yanked open the door, the lock seeming faulty as you struggled to twist it open. It was cold as you entered, the air on full blast- the walls in the hallway empty, and plain white. Your heels clicked against the tile floors past the empty offices before finally reaching theirs.

It had been months since you had seen Foggy or Karen, and you hoped they were there. Just because you and Matt were not speaking as much didn't mean you had to have a falling out with your mutual friends. It was just a lot more difficult when they were so far and worked with your ex.

You finally reached their office, ignoring the ‘Back in Thirity Minitues’ sign draped over the handle. From what you remembered, they usually had their lunch break here.

“Oh I’m sorry we’re just on bre-” She paused, realization coming across her features as you walked in.

“Y/N! Ohmygosh!” You smiled as Karen skipped over for a hug, gripping you tightly, swaying you back and forth.

“Its so good to see you again!”

“Its been so long. I’ve missed you.” you smiled, squeezing her hands as she entangled them with yours, squeezing them back. She looked well and happy, cheeks a rosey tint, smile bright on her face.

You really did miss Karen. She was always so kind to you, even when you and Matt had split.

“Is Matt here?” you asked, and her smile faltered.

“Yeah, just in his office. Why, is everything okay? I mean I figured you were here to see him but ya know, you havent been here since things..”

“I’m okay, really. I just need to speak with him. Do you think he’d be okay with me coming in?”

She nodded. “Of course! Just go back and knock.”

You thanked her, sending a wave to Foggy through his opened door, his legs crossed up on his desk. You took a deep breath, hand resting on the doorhandle. You knew Matt could hear your uneven breaths, and he knew you were here.

If anything, it made you more nervous.

You rattled your knuckles against the wood, poking the door open a sliver. “Matt? Can I come in?” you asked softly, and he poked his head up from his papers, his fingers leaving the braille.

“Y/N. I was waiting for you.” he smiled softly, that boyish grin so familiar to you.

You missed it. You slipped through the crack, shutting the door softly behind you.

“You were?”

“Well yes, your anxious pacing down the hall could probably be heard down the block.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Hardy har. Very funny Murdock.”

He smiled, rubbing his hand through his hair. “How've you been?” he asked, all teasing dropped from his voice. You sighed, letting out a gentle laugh. That was a loaded question.

“I’ve been okay. Just.. ya know.”

His eyebrow raised. You sighed, sitting down in the chair across from him.

“My cousin is getting married soon, Hannah- you know, you’ve met her. And she sent us an invitation.”

“Us?”

You anxiously fiddled with your fingers, wringing them out. “Yeah… she didn't know we broke up. And she sent an invitation to both of us, and I just don't wanna trouble her with everything, and make things more difficult than they need to be.” you mumbled.

“Understandable.” he said, tilting his head. You didn't know if he knew where this was going or not. Hesitant to go on you cleared your throat anxiously.

“Well, I was wondering… could you maybe be my fake date to the wedding?”

He laughed. “Fake date? Of course princess. I think I’ve had some practice with that.”

“You- you mean you’ll do it? Seriously?”

You let out a small sigh of relief. Jesus. Okay, this wasn't going as bad as you thought it would.

“Course I will. Is there an open bar?”

“Yes. At least I think so.”

He nodded, extending his hand out for you to shake. “Then I’m there. It’s a deal.”

You gripped his hand, the skin slightly caloused and rough against your soft skin, but he was so warm compared to your chilled body. You savoured the warmth as he took your hand and brought it to his lips, planting a little kiss to your knuckles.

“A deal. Thank you Matt, seriously. It really means a lot.”

“I told you you could ask for my help anytime, for anything did I not? I still care about you, Y/N.”

Yeah, but not the way I want you to care about me, you thought- clinging to the ghost of the past as his hand brushed yours. Your skin prickled with little needles as you slipped it back in your lap, replacing his touch with your own to self soothe.

“I know.” was all you could slip out meekly, biting your lip hard enough until you tasted coper.

“Just call sometime and tell me the details okay? I think I’ll have the hang of pretending to be your boyfriend. Past experience and what not, it's already on the resume.”

You couldn't help but giggle at his remark, so overcome with relief you felt slightly dizzy as you stood, a foot already out the door before you could muster a goodbye and another thank you.

Okay, so this was really happening. Matt was going to the wedding with you, as your boyfriend.

Your fake boyfriend.

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You stared at yourself in the mirror, the dim, yellow hotel lighting making you look almost sickley.

You felt sick.

You felt like your entire breakfast was going to come back up and out of you, all over the reflective surface.

You didn't know if you could handle Matt's touches and looks towards you when others stared, knowing deep down it wasn't real. But you had asked him- for Christ's sake to do this. You had to pull yourself together.

You brushed the anxiety to the side, trying to push down the nausea as you pulled up your dress. It fit perfectly, and you couldn't help but feel a smidge proud of yourself for how well it suited you. There was just one little problem.

“Matt?”

You stepped out of the bathroom, clutching your dress. His head turned to the sound of your voice as he sat on the end of the hotel bed, waiting for you.

“Could you um… help me zip up this dress?” you asked, wincing slightly at how coupley it felt.

He smiled, fingers curling- indicating to come over to him. He stood as you turned in front of him, breath hitching as he stood, towering over you, fingers tracing your curves before the bare skin of your lower back to find the zipper.

You sucked in a breath as he took his sweet time, slowly inching the zipper up until it was done up.

You didn't move. He took a deep inhale, as if trying to ground himself before mumbling in your ear.

“You smell really, really delicious.”

You reached for your clutch, then froze. And yet, he acted like nothing had happened.

“Shall we go?” he asked, placing his hands on your shoulders tenderly as he slipped by, off to the door with ease.

Like this was second nature to him.

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No amount of champagne could dull the thudding of your heart each time Matt touched you.

Which was a lot.

Always near you, a hand resting on your wrist as you sat at dinner, chatting with extended family- feeling your thumping pulse. An arm wrapped around your middle whenever you stood off to the side- giving you a little squeeze. He hadn't been so bold as to kiss you- but you wouldn't put it past him.

You had to give credit where credit was due- he was playing the shit out of this role. And the worst part? It didn't even feel like he was acting. It was as if the two of you had never changed. The dynamic was the same- from the way you looked at him- to the way his body seemed to mold perfectly next to yours.

And you couldn't even get upset at him for acting this well- because you had asked him to do this.

You had asked him to break your heart all over again, because it was a glimpse into the past, and the future. What could've been. You had placed that burden on yourself- letting yourself get pulled into this fantasy, this make believe that a spark was still engited. Despite it being a happy day, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that things hadnt worked out between you and Matt.

This had just solidified the pain.

Maybe this was a stupid idea, you thought, nursing another glass of bubbly in the corner, sulking in the shadows.

Matt had disappeared to god knows where- which was good, it gave you time to be trapped with your thoughts as punishment. But before you could get too wrapped up in the chain of regrets, a hand brushed your lower back, just barely grazing your ass.

“You okay sweetheart?”

He had appeared as if he had heard your thoughts screaming for him telepathically. You hated him, for how well he could read you.

“I’m fine.”

He raised an eyebrow. “No, you’re not. You forget that I know you.”

“I know you know me.” you snapped, instantly regretting your harsh tone. “Sorry, fuck. I’m really sorry Matt I didn't mean to snap. Its just been a long day, and still is going to be a long night, I’m just tired and a little intoxicated, my feet hurt and- now I’m rambling arent I?”

He chuckled, giving your ass a little reasurring pat, feeling pairs of eyes on you two. You sucked in a breath, hating yourself for how much the simple flirtaous touch effected you.

“Go on sweetheart. Act like no ones watching us, yeah?”

You nodded, sighing before you took another sip of your drink. “I just- I kinda regret inviting you. Honestly.”

“Am I not doing good? Shit I’m sorry Y/N I thought things were going well-”

“No, no its not that. I guess I’m just, not handling this as well as I thought I could. And I’m honestly, a little bit jealous of Hannah. Which is such an awful thing to say, especially today.”

You shrugged, chugging back the rest of your glass. You felt his thumb start to rub your back soothingly, feeling the emotions bubble to the top.

You savoured it. There was a part of you that just wanted to say fuck it, and give up all control around him. He was dangerous, in that way. All decisions were clouded- as if you were speeding on a highway in nothing but fog.

Perfect for collisions.

Surely, he had to know what he was doing. He was being too perfect. And you desperately craved to find something wrong- and it worried you that you couldnt. Matt Murdock still had your heart captured, held between his fingers.

All he had to do was squeeze.

“Its not awful to say. And I get it, its weird to be here, us- together but Y/N… I’m really happy to be with you again. I’ve missed you. And I’m so, so honoured you asked me to come.”

You froze. “You missed me?”

He nodded, shrugging, as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole wide world. “Who wouldnt?”

That made you flustered. “I-I um… I missed you too Matt. A lot. I’m glad you feel the same.”

He smiled, that charming, handsome smile that sucked you in over three years ago, leaving the same warmth in your chest.

“Shall we dance? To escape your aunt who is rounding the corner as we speak?”

Not wanting to listen to her ramble on for thirty minutes, getting you both caught up in the cross-fire, you set down your empty glass and followed him onto the dancefloor.

Hands free, and heart soaring with hope at the idea maybe, just maybe- this was a good idea afterall.

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You wanted to scream at him.

What are you doing to me?!

His hands wandered, whether it was for show or sincere, you couldn't tell. But they were everywhere. On your hips, on your ass, stroking his fingers delicately up your bare arm, caressing your skin softly as they captured your jaw.

It was intoxicating.

You couldn't help but laugh at his ridiculously jokes, following him by the arm as he went and got more drinks for the two of you. It wasn't long before the night had gotten the best of you. Now you were screaming at him.

For different reasons.

“F-fuck Matt-” you moaned, clutching the marble vanity as he fucked you from behind. It hadn’t taken much longer before slow teasing kisses on the sides of the ballroom turned into hauling him into some rich, fancy bathroom.

You prayed the music was too loud for anyone to hear you if they walked by. But you couldn't control your noises. He felt too good. And he didn't you want you to control them either.

“Yeah sweetheart you keep making those pretty noises. I’ve missed them. And I’ve missed her- that sweet little pussy of yours that fits me just right. Like you were made for me.”

Your eyes rolled back at his filthy praises, thrusting in deeper as he hiked your dress skirt around your hips. You clung for dear life, the counter practically imprinting your palms as he showed you no mercy.

And you loved it.

You prayed to every god he would come undone, be the needy, desperate, controlling man you loved so dearly between your sheets before. That, it seems, had never left.

“You know that sweetheart? Couldnt fuck anyone else after you. This pussy is too fuckin good. Thought of her everynight with my hand around my cock.”

“Mhmm missed you s’much baby..” you panted, watching the way your tits bounced against the restraint of your dress, your lipstick smudged from when he had hoisted you up against the locked bathroom door and ravaged them like a man starved.

“I know. I know sweetheart just- fuck- just like that. Doing so good for me.” he praised, hand wrapping around your neck, squeezing it gently, just the way you liked- guiding you to arch even further as he kissed you.

Broken moans were swallowed by his tongue- the music outside cranked even louder.

Fuck. You prayed no one was looking for the two of you right now. In fact, after this- you’d find a way to sneak away with Matt- to who knows where, just to get another taste.

“Matt- Matty I’m gonna cum-”

“I can feel ya honey, s’okay. Just let go for me, I got you. I always got you.”

A kiss was planted to the top of your head, so gentle and loving it nearly sent a tear dripping down your cheek. You hadn't realized just how much you had missed him, not only his touch but the way his words, and the way he just… understood. It was like some patched hole in your heart had been fully healed, hearing his praise.

And it was wrong, and you prided yourself on your independence. But you'd do anything to crawl back to him. And it seemed he was right there, down to crawl and meet you there.

You came around him with a cry, legs quivering slightly as he held you up with ease. Your head was so foggy you could barely even register his praises- sounding like they were coming from above the surface of the sea.

Sweet whispers of I got you baby, or You did so good honey, gonna cum inside okay? N’fill you up? Sounded like sweet melodies, and you nodded absent mindley as he filled you up to the brim, the warmth coating your insides.

“Matt- t-thank you.” you whispered as he slowly slipped out, planting a sweet kiss to your shoulder as his cum spilled down your inner thighs.

“Why are you thanking me honey?” he asked softly, grabbing some paper towels to try and clean you up the best he could.

“For making me feel so loved.”

You felt a tear slip down your cheek and he froze, a concerned crease in his forehead as he spun you around, wiping the salty tear with a thumb, letting it slowly rub coaxing circles on your cheek.

“I’ve never stopped loving you sweetheart. I’m so, so sorry it had to be the way it did.”

You nodded, your lashes fluttering against your cheek as he pulled you in close, supporting your weight, your burdens, your fears as he held you to his chest. Letting you get out everything you needed to- no words spoken, just silent tears as your hands found their way to his suit jacket, fidgeting with the fabric.

“You wanna get out of here and feel loved some more?” he murmured, planting another kiss to the top of your head as he started to sway you side to side, like a rocking horse. Just as he used to do, when you were barefoot in the kitchen, in nothing but his t-shirt, slow dancing in the moonlight.

It was so calming you almost felt yourself drifting off against his beating heart, before you fully registered his words. Let yourself smile, and wipe away the tears.

“You really can read me, Murdock.”