#[insert feral dog gif here]

[elliespet]

if you’re up for it, could you maybe write somethin ab camping with Ellie?? I just know she’d love to stargaze with you and point out planets and tell you her nerdy facts ab them. dtf her in a tent too tbh👀

pairing: modern farm!ellie x gf!reader

summary: on your anniversary, ellie sets up a special date. how sweet of her! no way she’ll act like a feral dog out here right.. right?

warnings: smut 18+, cursing, LIGHTLY based on my own girlfriend’s mannerisms! not proof read :•]

a/n: heyyy.. hey. its been so long sorry love you guys heres something to feed you while i answer some other requests :•) slight self inserting my personality!! other than that, enjoy!

Today was your 2nd anniversary and ellie had something planned.

She spent the past week preparing everything for this day to be absolutely perfect for you. She got all your favorite snacks, books, prepared a lineup of your favorite movies on her laptop. Ellie was excited and hoped you’d feel the same, if not more. This day was your day — well, yours and ellie’s, but especially yours. She did everything in her power to cater to you today and if anything goes wrong you might end up with a crying girlfriend.

“Babe..” Ellie whispered as loud and quiet as possible. She wanted to wake you but not startle you too much. “Baby,” She called out again, setting down whatever it was she had in her hands before climbing onto your shared bed, rubbing your back softly. “C’mon. Time to get up.” Ellie leaned in and placed the smallest butterfly kisses on your face as you slowly became aware of your surroundings. You smiled — almost impossible to see considering it was so small. Sitting up and rubbing your eyes, blinking a few times before finally making contact with the girl next to you. “Morning pretty girl.” She slid off the bed with ease, grabbing the item she had set down previously.

“You hungry?” Her voice was as sweet as honey and as soft as the freshness of a new blanket. The words slid out of her throat with a slight rasp, indicating she had woken up herself not too long ago. With a slight nod, you sit up properly, fixating into a comfortable position. Ellie placed the tray on your lap filled with food of all kinds. She had fruits, both pancakes and waffles, dependent on your mood, eggs and amongst other things your favorite strawberry smoothie. She made it just for you, just how you like it. “Thank you.” Chapped lips from the long slumber making contact with her reddened freckled cheek, you placed a light kiss on the skin. “You ate too, right?” Your voice cracked a little as you spoke, this being the most you’ve spoken all morning. “I’ll eat whatever is left, you first.” Fully aware she made enough for the both of you, you’re her angel and she wanted you happy and healthy before herself. “I’ll be back, eat well.”

Presumably to go clean the kitchen, you nodded once more at her and watched as her stature grew smaller the farther she got, descending down the stairs. You ate, just enough to fill you up until lunch, making a nice plate for ellie to eat too when returned. It was almost as if she was summoned just by the creation, she came back up the steps and settled down next to you. “How was it?” Ellie questioned and carefully took the tray from you, placing it elsewhere before eating whatever you had made for her on the plate. “It was really good!” After eating, naturally you felt ten times more energized and awake, your reply sounding just as alive as your body felt. “I’m happy,” She mumbled, her mouth filled, making one cheek bigger than the other. “Don’t eat with your mouth full, ellie.”

She mumbled a quick sorry before finishing her chewing and swallowing, allowing her to talk freely. “You should go get ready, big day ahead. Big plans. Lot’s of stuff to do!” Ellie patted your exposed thigh, taking another bite. You obliged and got up from the bed, heading to the bathroom. “When do these big plans start?” Loud enough for her to hear, you ask from the bathroom while releasing your hair from its protection. “Around 12, maybe? It’s only 10:33 right now!” She shouts back. “Okay!” And you shout back, stripping off your clothes and hopping into the shower. Ellie joins you not too much later, helping you wash your hair and back as you did hers.

The rest of the morning was spent getting ready and packing to go on the adventure Ellie had planned. She appeared more happy than usual. Perhaps it was due to the anniversary or maybe she was just highly anticipating your reaction to her gift, I guess you could say. It really was more like a date, of course she got you something but it was mainly a date. At least thats what ellie thought. She led you out the house, making sure to lock everything up before opening the gate for you and leading you into the woods. It was a tad bit creepy considering you tended to stay put on the farm and when you did go out, it was never that way. Often by car in the opposite direction.

“We’re not going too far out, don’t worry.” Ellie noticed how tense you were entering the unfamiliar territory. “You’re not planning on killing me, are you?” Teasing the taller woman, you squeeze her hand softly and relax slightly, looking around at the small flowers blooming from the ground. “Course not.” She replies, coming to a full stop to hand you the basket she had packed earlier. Placing her large hands over your eyes, she positions herself to help you walk. “Only a little further..” Ellie informs you, guiding you carefully. The sounds of crunching leaves finally start to dissipate. Your senses are heightened enough for you to be aware of your surroundings, focusing on the almost inaudible sound of wind and a softened muffled sound of what you assume to be grass. Finally the warmth of her palms lift and your eyes adjust to the beaming sun. A soft gasp passes your lips as you take in the serene view.

Ellie had set up a place on the edge of the woods, trees still nearby yet not nearly as surrounded. A tent, not too big and not too small. It surely has more than enough room for the both of you. You set the basket down in one swift move before turning on your heel and almost tackling her to the ground. Placing what felt like thousands of kisses on her face and thanking her multiple times, you pulled back again to look around. Along with the tent she had prepared another area for you two to do art, pre-drawn sketches already made for you. She had brought her most expensive art equipment that she keeps locked away in a safe place. A new guitar, polished and carved so prettily sat perfectly next to the tent. Sometimes if you have a hard time sleeping, ellie would play something that would lull you into, probably, the best sleep you’ve ever had. Of course in the basket she had brought snacks of all sorts. There was candy, fruit, chips. Inside the fort contained a soft bedding and some pillows, obviously. Between all the pillows and soft linen adorned a new plush. Maybe the cutest one you’ve ever seen, resembling your favorite animal. Lastly, her laptop, clearly meant for a movie before bed.

“Do you like it?” Her voice came out a bit worrisome. Ellie would’ve probably lost her mind if it turned out you hated it. She worked so hard and even took a day off work to make sure everything was flawless. “Like it? Do I like it?” You stare at her with eyes so wide they seemed as if they’d fall out of your head. “I love it, ellie. Seriously.” Your soft hands on her cheeks caused all the fear she had to dissolve and she could only smile at you in return. “So.. what do you wanna do first?” Ellie finally spoke, breaking from the silence between the two of you. “Maybe.. we should paint first.” You decide to do this first, considering it’s one of the longer activities and you wanted to get it out of the way. The two of you settled down at the stations your girlfriend created and started. Ellie had drawn the cutest animal for you. As usual, it was your favorite. Hers was as expected — you. Once ellie talked you through using her good paints properly and how to keep the brushes from bending out of shape, you started. After about an hour and a half, you finished, showing off your painting proudly. Ellie wasn’t half done but maybe that’s due to the fact she is the more artistic in the relationship.

The rest of the night you did whatever else it was she had planned. As the sun began to set, you could already feel yourself growing tired. “Let’s go for a walk, before it gets too dark.” Ellie suggested, wanting to take you out more to properly see the field in all its glory and the clear sky. She took you out far enough and you talked along the way about how work was going for her, the small renovations you’ve made to the farm. It seems she prepared a spot for this too as a blanket laid in a mostly clear spot, in an attempt to avoid crushing a large amount of flowers in the area. The once colorful sky faded into a gorgeous shade of dark blue, decorated with the radiant gazes of the stars. The moon was just as lively, allowing the light to illuminate your faces as much as possible. There wasn’t much conversation left in either of you as you were being held so safely in her arms. You thought this has to be the best thing she’s ever done for you. Who can really say when this is only your 2nd anniversary?

The warm breeze settled into one that gave you goosebumps as it danced along your skin. “It’s cold els.. can we go back now?” Without a word, she helped you up and led you back to the tent. Of course being the amazing girlfriend she is, ellie already picked out the matching pajamas she wanted you to wear. The blanket you were previously laying on was draped over you in an attempt to keep you as warm as she could while still being able to change for bed. You did the same for her before you both entered the tent to rest for the night. As planned, she had put on your favorite movie to watch until you fell asleep. And you did just that. Your day was perfect and you were prepared to have the best sleep of your life. As quickly as you had fallen asleep, you woke up.

Blinking a few times to clear your blurry eyesight, you sat up on your elbows to look around. Surprisingly, ellie wasn’t next to you. The minute you notice, she had already been climbing into the tent again. “Morning babe. Went to clean up while you slept.” Your question had been answered before you even asked it. “Thank you for yesterday,” Your voice cracked and you cleared your throat to continue on. “I had a lot of fun!” Adding an emphasis on the sentence to show your sincerity, she smiled and pushed some of the pillows out of her way. “I’m glad. That’s not all, though.” A mischievous look was plastered on her face and within seconds you were straddling her lap.

Ellie has always been the touchy type, yet it was still so early in the morning. Sure, it caught you by surprise. You reciprocated, wrapping your arms around her neck. You softly dragged your nails up the back of her neck with your right hand, making her shiver against you. Your fingers tangled into her hair while you stared right back at her. Ellie already knew what she wanted the day before. She had prioritized your happiness and anniversary over fucking your brains out, obviously. I guess you could say this was apart of your anniversary gift. You could easily do it on any day, but since you’ve successfully passed another milestone in your relationship, it was different. Her main goal is always to please you. Ellie wanted to do it differently this time. She wanted to experience you in another environment. Somewhere calm and pretty, just like you.

Although she had planned everything else before this, she truly had no idea how to go about this. Of course, initiating it is one thing. She had already done that, but what now? She didn’t want to do the normal make-out, get naked, fuck, sleep. It wasn’t always like that.. more often than not, though. Work makes things a tad bit harder for her and shes so grateful she’d been given the days off. “You’re so pretty.” Her voice came out so softly and made you smash your lips onto hers. You have always been in love with ellie’s voice and being on her lap only added fuel to the fire. The kiss was messy — desperately grabbing at one another as if you would slip away. One thing led to another and thats how you got into this position.

Ellie’s head was buried between your thighs and you were tugging on her hair for dear life. Her tongue was flat against you, fitting between your folds like a puzzle piece. Your girlfriend had been teasing you for what felt like eternity. Her fingers danced around your hole so many times, never slipping in. In reality, it’s only been five minutes. You already felt like you could cry. “Please-“ your voice was small. Whining out to her, she mumbled against you. “Please what, baby?” Her words were clear despite the fact she hadn’t moved from your clit one inch. She was so focused, her tongue moving almost too easily against the bundle of nerves. You weren’t going to give in just yet. You wanted more. You needed more. Ellie knew that, she was just having fun. “Hmm?” She hummed against you making your body jerk slightly as she anticipated your answer.

“Use your fingers, please..” You’ve been begging her since she started. Upon getting the reply she wanted, her fingers slid into you with ease. Before this all you could bear to say was ‘please’ or ‘your fingers’. Clearly that wasn’t enough for her. She needed the whole thing. Your voice was a drug to her, it’s not like she wanted you to have to beg her to touch you, it just happened! If you ask Ellie about it now, she’ll swear up and down it wasn’t intentional. Though it took you thousands of tries to get that sweet voice of yours unstuck from your throat, you were relieved she finally gave in. Of course, as gentle as always, her fingers slid across your thighs painfully slow. You could cry out if you had it in you. Truthfully, you didn’t. It was still early in the morning. Your brain already felt foggy. You laid there, just how she had you.

Your right arm was swung over your eyes in an attempt to stay calm. Your free hand was tangled in her hair, tugging on it every time she’d suck on your clit. Ellie carefully slipped her middle finger into you, acting as if she’d injure you if she wasn’t cautious. As soon as you felt her finger press up against you, you unfolded against her almost immediately. If you weren’t relaxed before, you definitely were now. Her tongue moved too skillfully for you to even comprehend and you were trying your absolute best to keep everything inside of you. Ellie knew and she stopped. Everything she was doing halted and her head lifted ever so slightly. “C’mon.. you’re louder than this..” She hummed out. Ellie could read you like a book and frankly she’s done this enough to know when you’re holding back. You only nodded in response, too overwhelmed to open your mouth to reply.

She seemed satisfied with this, pushing her head right back in between your thighs. She added her ring finger, curling them just where you needed it. You cried out, tangling your hands in her hair and tugging on it so hard you could’ve literally scalped her. She wasn’t phased, though. In fact, she chuckled against you, only speeding up. Her fingers slipped in and out of you effortlessly. The tip of her tongue flicked your bud at an inhumane pace, forcing an arch in your back and your thighs to squeeze around her head. If this was your girlfriend’s cause of death, she’d die happy. You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you. It all felt too fast, one minute you’re cuddling and the next you’re a mess under her. Your voice came out in a whine, choking on your own breath. “Ellie-“ She ignored your warning, not easing up from you one bit. Your mind was already fuzzy and your whole body jolted, growing sensitive at every tiny movement. Eyes hitting the back of your head and the most gorgeous moans that seemed to be bouncing off the fabric right back to her, Ellie was literally in heaven just listening to you. You didn’t even have to touch her for her to want to ruin her brand new jeans. Your lower stomach tightened again and you were still speechless, letting her praise wash over you.

She’d breathe out “You’re so pretty,” or “you taste so good,” every now and then, smiling to herself at every little whimper you let out. “You’re almost there baby,” her voice came out almost too soft for you to hear and it pushed you just a little closer to that feeling you’ve been aching for. Her lips wrapped around your clit and she sucked harshly, only drawing you closer. Those moans made her drag your orgasm out as far as she could, just to hear you a little while longer. Ellie took her time and decided she had played with you enough, you deserved to come. She pumped her fingers inside of you a few more times, curling them perfectly against your walls and finally you let go. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck-“ You blurted out, repeating it as many times as your throat would allow you. Ellie was already cleaning you up with her tongue. You were sensitive as it is and this only enhanced it. The way she dragged her tongue across you slowly was excruciating. How she pulled her fingers out, feeling the warmth inside you disappear the more she removed them. “Did so good for me babe.” Ellie leaves a few small kisses on your thighs before sitting up, keeping eye contact while licking her fingers. She wouldn’t dare waste any of you.

This wasn’t ever about her pleasure, just yours. You were her whole world and everything revolved around you. Ellie let you compose yourself before she finished cleaning everything else. She passed you water, knowing you’d need it wayyyyy before. She was so caring towards you, which was the bare minimum, but most people don’t give a fuck as much as she does and you knew that. You were grateful. Once collected, you helped her clean and reorganize everything. It took no longer than 10 minutes and you both had gotten ready to go back, leaving everything at the spot to clean later. This might’ve just been your favorite anniversary to date. Who knows what the future holds?

a/n: sorry guys this was kinda blegh poopy butt. i’ve been writing it for days likee my writers block is so bad for no reason! ive got to get a grip.. anywaysss i hope u enjoy i’ll be filling other requests shortly (i hope) love u guys baiiii 🧺🐰

[messrmoonyy]

Touch me gently

Tess Servopoulos x Joel’s daughter!reader

Prompt ( summarised ) - Joel’s daughter reader who is in love with/ secretly dating Tess. Reader is a virgin and it’s their first Time, possibly AU. Also paired with a similar request from devnmon: ‘ okay so hear me out: mom’s best friend!tess taking your virginity uhm… 🧎‍♀️’

A/N- first off. To clarify. Readers age is not exactly specified but they are 20+. Original promoter asked for reader to be 18 and that felt too icky for me. But yk. It’s self insert. Do what you will, but it is mentioned that reader is an adult and somewhere in their 20s. Anyways. I was actually happy to have this change for some gentle smut. You guys just wanna get fuckin body slammed by her, let her be soft! 😭💀 I twisted the prompt around quite a bit honestly. But. Here we are. This is a no outbreak au. Only proof read once.

Warnings- 18+ || implied age gap, Virgin/inexperienced reader, and the awkwardness that comes with it, smut: oral ( r receiving), fingering ( t and r receiving ) /mutual masterbation

Word count- 6.8k

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated/ encouraged <3

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You’d never really thought you’d be one for keeping secrets. Especially from Joel. As far as father-daughter bonds went, you liked to think yours was pretty damn strong. Your mother had left you before your baby brain could even attempt to form memories, so all you’d ever known was Joel. And you were quite content with that. You were incredibly close.

So there was never a reason to keep secrets. Not until she turned up.

Tess.

Tess had shown up one random Wednesday in the middle of June. You’d looked an absolute sight. The sweltering Texas summer was settling in and you were sat in front of an electric fan, Joel’s old shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts your choice of attire, hair scraped off your face as much as possible. Very much not expecting company any time soon and just trying to remember a time when you were cool, and not melting your face off.

And then Joel had come home, early rather than late for once, with her in tow.

You’d actually been a little shell shocked. Even now though you still weren’t entirely certain if it was because she was looking at you whilst you looked like some feral dog that had just been plucked from a pet shelter, or because you were quite certain you fell in love on sight. Maybe it was both.

It was probably both.

She looked a little out of place in your cosy, sickeningly Texan home. In her neat pant suit. All tailored lines and somehow not even breaking a sweat. You didn’t think you or Joel had ever owned anything that… crisp. You had come to learn over the time of knowing her that that was purely a work look, and she was just as rugged and down to earth as you and Joel were. But still. In the moment… she was like a shiny new Penny. And you were a magpie with its eyes locked on the glimmering thing from a distance.

“ this is my daughter, who I told you about. Kiddo come say hi. This is Tess “ you were pretty sure it’d taken you a little longer than socially acceptable to move, very much staring. Jaw slightly agape “ hello? Anyone home? “ you’d scrambled to your feet and made some attempt to look a little more presentable.

He’d explained how she had moved in across the street, and he had offered to price up some work for her. You could barely string a sentence together to properly introduce yourself. You’d never seen anyone like her. All sharp features that almost bordered on being harsh, but her eyes were soft. Warm. And they were looking right back at you.

Joel and her had become friends pretty quickly. In fact you’d teased him at first for having a crush on her, even if it did sound a little bitter from time to time. Because you had a crush on her. A really fucking big one. And wouldn’t that just be a kick in the teeth if your dad started dating her? You’d be like something out of one of those crappy books youd read. Falling in love with your… would she be your stepmom? You did not want to be thinking about that.

At all.

But thankfully it turns out that even if Joel did have a little something for her, it was well and truly pointless.

“ She’s not exactly into.. my type “ he’d said when you’d subtly tried to bring it up as you sat ready for a movie night one time.

“ contractors? “

“ yeah. She’s got this god damned grudge against contractors “ he’d said with a mock look of seriousness before laughing and swatting your arm playfully “ no. She ain’t into guys. That’s why she’s moved here, divorced her wife. Last year. Wants a new start and all that- are you gonna make that popcorn or not? “

And that had really set things in motion.

It was like you’d been permanently stood at a red light since she’d arrived, engine revving and ready to speed forward and see if you were delusional about the way she always looked at you or not. And now? Now it was flashing green, telling you to go.

You’d made every excuse possible to go across the street to her house, tailing after Joel when he started work, eventually popping around on your own accord with cookies or the offer to share some takeout together because Joel was working late.

You couldn’t remember the exact moment it had finally pushed past slightly awkward flirting, some random night 6 months down the line when you’d ended up showing her around your room after she’d turned up at the front door. You were a little tipsy and you regretted ever picking up a glass to this day. Because it had made your brain foggy so that you couldn’t quite remember the exact moment she’d kissed you. Or had you kissed her? Either way it didn’t matter. You’d kissed.

She’d broken it off suddenly, rambling apologies and an excuse to get out of the house- much to your confusion. Then you hadn’t seen her for over a week. Avoiding you completely until you grew bored of it and knocked on her door relentlessly until she’d answered you. Maybe you’d looked a little insane. But what else were you supposed to do?

She’d eventually invited you in and after a mildly awkward discussion- and another kiss- you’d finally come to the agreement that you were both idiots.

That had all been 8 months ago. And now you were sneaking around like a pair of lovesick teenagers.

It felt odd keeping it from your dad. He’d known about every awkward part of your slightly lack lustre love life. From the awkward kiss of your then boyfriend at prom, to the first time you’d kissed a girl, to the hideous break up with said girl on your 21st birthday of all days.

He accepted and listened and understood it all, being the mother you’d never known and the father you had all in one. But something told you he wouldn’t quite understand this one.

She wasn’t all the different in age than he was. Somewhere in her early 40s? He wouldn’t understand it. Not at all. He’d go all ‘protective dad’ mode you knew it. You were grown ass adult yet he still looked at you like you were 13. In his eyes you probably always would be.

You wanted to tell him, you really did. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You couldn’t risk the highly likely chance that he wouldn’t get it, make it even harder to spend time with her. It could ruin everything. Not just with you and Tess, but with you and him.

You couldn’t put that at risk.

So sneaking around had become the norm for you both. Sometimes you could get away without even needing to make an excuse, when she’d come over to see Joel for one of their beer and card nights with Tommy and she’d excuse herself for a moment and seek you out. Or when Joel was out at work and you go across the road to visit.

It wasn’t ideal. But it was working for the most part. So you weren’t going to mess with the flow.

Even if it didn’t always work out exactly as you wanted. Like the present night. Joel had been lacking in work for most of the week and you’d barely had chance to see Tess, so when he’d finally gotten some work and said he’d be home late you’d jumped at the chance. You’d made some story up about your friend breaking up with her boyfriend, needing you to go over and see her. That you’d probably stay the night.

In reality you’d simply crossed the street when you’d finished work and had been there all evening. She’d clearly missed you as much as you had missed her, she’d barely let go of you since you’d arrived.

You couldn’t actually recall how long you’d been in the current situation, sat in her lap half undressed, lips swollen from how much she had kissed you. Things were progressing a little more than they normally did. Your sundress had been pushed from your upper half, hanging around your waist, and you didn’t even know where you’d thrown her tshirt.

You’d never gone further than that. With her or anyone. You usually made some excuse to stop before she could strip you out of anything else. Any excuse of Joel being home soon, of needing to get home to bed. Anything.

Its not that you didn’t want to. God did you want to. You thought about it constantly. How many times had it been that you’d woken up with your underwear ruined, or found your mind drifting off when it was quiet at work, daydreaming about her with every silent moment you got.

You were just… scared. Because she was older. She knew more. She’d been married for fucks sake, she obviously knew what she was doing. What if you were bad at it? What if she broke up with you the day after because she couldn’t believe how awful you were? It all boiled down to the same situation as it did with Joel. You didn’t want to put what you had in the present at risk.

You’d grown too attached. Too used to having her around. To being with her. You couldn’t and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise that. No matter how badly you wanted it.

She wanted it too. You could tell. Simply from the way one of her hands was fiddling loosely with the back of your bra and the other squeezing softly at the flesh of your ass. She never did anything without asking you first. Would never push you. And you wondered if you finally had the courage to go after what you wanted. You’d already been braver than you thought and something was yelling at you in your head, telling you to stop being so stupid. To go after what you wanted.

But another part was telling you no. Some deep rooted anxiety that it could ruin everything threatening to overwhelm you.

“ are you okay? “ she asked suddenly, pulling you out of your head and lifting her face from where she’d been working at your neck. She’d become quite the expert at leaving trails of love bites just out of the sight of Joel. Always placing them where your shirt would hide them from view. But still in a place you could see them, could trail your fingers over the blossoms of bruises in the mirror and remember how her lips felt.

“ sorry- yeah I just- “ you sighed, a mixture of frustration and embarrassment on your face “ sorry “ Tess frowned and reached up, brushing her fingers across your cheek and tucking some stray hairs behind your ear.

“ want me to stop? You look tired “ you shook your head and ran a hand over your face “ what’re you thinking about? Come on. Tell me “ You debated telling her. Fear of embarrassment looming over your head making it harder to voice your thoughts “ if it’s too much- “

“ no. No. It’s not I just. Look can I tell you something? But you can’t laugh “ she raised an eyebrow but nodded.

“ you can tell me anything. You know that “ you avoided her eyes, tracing your fingers lightly over her collarbones instead and across the faint white mark of a scar. One day you’d ask her how she’d got it.

“ I know you want- want us- well. You know… and I want to as well it’s just. I’ve never like- god this is so embarrassing “ you groaned hiding your face in your hands.

“ ohh “ Tess said softly, clearly all her confusion suddenly vanishing like a mist clearing “ never? “

“ don’t laugh “ you groaned, dropping your face onto her shoulder making her chuckle. She cradled your head with her hand and ran the other lightly up and down your spine, instantly relaxing you.

“ I’m not laughing baby. It’s not a bad thing. Look we don’t have to if you don’t- “

“ no “ you said a little too quickly, lifting your head again. I want to. Just… slow. Yeah? “ her eyes ran over your face for a few moments, clearly looking to see if you were completely certain. So you leaned forward and kissed her, telling her without having to actually say it out loud.

“ only if you’re sure “ she said quietly against your lips, brushing hers against yours.

“ I’m sure “ you whispered.

She gave another small nod and dropped her head again, her lips back on your neck but gentler. Soft, wet, open mouthed kisses across your neck and your chest . Pushing at your bra strap as she went, following the path across your shoulder with her lips. You felt all the anxiety melting away, your bones turning to mush.

Her hands were everywhere, soft and gentle in their exploration as they slid up your back, holding you close against her as she worked at easing you into a completely relaxed state.

You realised that as much as your fear had been prominent only a few moments ago, it was almost nonexistent now. There was still that heavy, anxious weight lingering in your chest. But only barely. Enough that you could ignore it and focus on the stronger emotions, the desire. The lust. The way it felt to know that you were desired. That she lusted for you. That she loved you.

“ can I take this off? “ she asked softly, her hands trailing lightly over the lace material of your bra. She squeezed softly and you were desperate to know what her fingers would feel like without the material in the way.

“ yes “ she removed your dress completely first, pulling it over your head from the spot it had been looked in around your waist. Then her fingers were nimble as she reached around and unhooked the clasp, sliding your bra from your shoulders and dropping it down beside her. Your eyes fell closed again, feeling so incredibly exposed. Vulnerable. But also… safe. Knowing that there wasn’t a single other soul on earth you’d be comfortable sitting there like that with.

“ so beautiful “ Tess whispered, her warm hands cupping your tits in her hands and pressing a kiss to your jaw. It felt strange to feel her hands on you in a place they had never been, squeezing and caressing. Nipples pebbling beneath her fingers as she whispered sweet things in your ear, not really even taking in what she was saying but relaxing at the low hum of her voice.

You felt a little strange being so undressed when she wasn’t. So before your anxiety could overwhelm you, you gingerly reached out for her. Pawing awkwardly at her own bra in some silent request to get her to take it off too.

She got the hint and you felt her smile against your skin, reaching behind her to remove it and adding it to the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor.

“ that better? “ she asked and you nodded, reaching out with cautious hands, touching softly. She let you explore, let you touch her, watched you as you looked in awe at the way her nipples hardened under your fingertips. She sat there far more confidently than you were, you silently hoped you’d be that confident in front of her one day.

You were surprised at the way touching her so intimately made you feel. How it made you squirm lightly where you were sat in her lap. She seemed to notice, smiling and sliding her hands around your back to pull you in closer, her lips back on your skin.

Her chest pressing against yours and her lips caressing every inch they could reach, made your own lips part in a blissful sigh. Her skin so soft against yours, burning hot and prickling with desire in every place that your bodies connected. It felt… romantic though too. She wasn’t speaking yet you knew how much she loved you, how deeply she was attempting to show it.

It almost confused you how you could mingle such deep affection with the ever growing presence of you lust for her.

You could hardly sit still, your cunt begging to be touched. The fabric of your underwear offering not even the lightest amount of friction.

And she’d barely done anything to you. You wondered if you should be embarrassed. Or if she’d like it.

She seemed to pick up on your restlessness and she looked up at you again.

“ baby, lie down for me? Let me help you? “ she asked, cupping your face in her hands and peppering kisses across your cheeks. You let her lay you down, hands never leaving you for even a second. Kissing you as you sank into the soft pillows of her bed, the smell of her shampoo and her perfume that lingered in her sheets filling your senses.

She ran her hands across your hips and squeezed softly at your thighs, silently appreciating every part of your body that she could get to. Even though the Summer heat of the day had dissipated now that night had fallen, the room still felt stiflingly hot. Your skin burning in every place that she touched you. Or maybe you were imaging it. You couldn’t tell.

She sat back, taking a moment to look down at you, her eyes trailing slowly along your body. You found you didn’t feel even remotely self conscious now, the things you didn’t like about yourself and usually poured over in the mirror no longer bothered you. Not when she was looking at you like that. Not when she was gazing down at you like you were a piece of art. Looking at you as if you were the moon and the stars combined.

“ so perfect. Look at you “ she said it almost blissfully, like she couldn’t quite believe you were right there in front of her “ you’re so beautiful, did i tell you that? “ you smiled as she leant back over you brushing her lips over yours lightly.

“ you’ve mentioned it once or twice “

“ well do you believe me? “ your silence was her answer “ then I’ll tell you until you do “ your cheeks flushed and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face as she kissed you again. You’d never tire of kissing her. Never tire of the feeling of her nose bumping yours, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip, the taste of her. You’d kiss her until you were dizzy, desperate for air “ or I can show you? Do you want me to? “

You didn’t need to think about it, simply whispered a yes and felt your heart beat faster in your chest.

She trailed her lips down your chest, between the valley of your breasts stopping for a moment to smother them in kisses too. Her tongue hot and wet as she licked at your nipple before entrapping it between her lips. It sent sparks straight to your already throbbing clit, making you wonder if they’d always been that sensitive. Or if she was just working magic.

“ feels good? “The cool air from her breath against your wet skin sent goosebumps prickling across your chest and she smiled giving the same attention to the other.

“ mhm. Yeah “

She soon continued downwards and across the soft skin of your belly, making you shiver as she reached your underwear, her lips pressing softly just above the cotton material keeping your cunt covered from view. Your heart was pounding in your chest, head racing with ridiculous thoughts of if what you had to offer her was good enough. Pretty enough. Would it look right? Weird? Would she think about how much better her wife’s was?

“ stop panicking “ she said, suddenly moving back up above you “ baby “ she cupped your face in her hand, brushing her thumb across your cheekbone “ we don’t have to do this. I can stop “

“ no. No. I want to. Just nervous “ she gave you a warm smile and nodded before pressing a kiss to your forehead

“ I know. But it’s just me. I’m not gonna hurt you “

“ I know “ she scanned your face with her eyes, reading you in a way you wished you could do to her. Maybe you would with time.

“ just tell me. If you need me to stop. Okay? “

“ yes “ she kissed you again, not moving back down until she felt your tension melting away again. And when she did move back down your body, planting herself between your legs, your bones were mush again. She ran her hands softly along your thighs, goosebumps following in their wake.

“ can see how wet you are “ she said with a smile, your face burning as she brushed her fingers over the soaked cotton. Had you really soaked your panties through? Your face was on fire, but you shivered at the barely there feel of her fingers ghosting over your soaked cunt “ can I take these off baby? “

You nodded embarrassingly quickly but she didn’t say anything, simply hooked her fingers into the material and carefully pulled them down your legs, dropping them onto the floor. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see her reaction as she placed her hands back onto your thighs again.

“ don’t hide from me. Let me see you “ it took you a moment and the gentle coaxing of her fingers on the squishy flesh of your thighs, but she managed to make you move. She pushed your legs apart, another shiver slivering up your spine as the air in the room hit your wetness. She took a sharp intake of breath and you mentally prepared yourself for some Excuse for her to stop. But of course it never came “ Jesus you’re so fuckin wet”

She sounded almost amazed. That it was shocking that you could ever possibly be so aroused by her. Which made you wonder if she was having thoughts just as ridiculous as your own. You still couldn’t open your eyes, so you gasped when your felt her press a soft kiss to the inside of the thigh, lips drawing closer and closer inwards.

“ this okay? “

“ yeah “ it came out as barely a whisper, too focussed on the feel of her lips working at the soft untouched skin of your thighs. Then the cool sensation of her breath fanning over your cunt, your clit throbbing in a way that it never had before. Silently begging for something you couldn’t ask her for. Simply because you didn’t know.

You felt so exposed. Laying there completely bare for her, her face so close to you in the most intimate place possible. So close you could feel her soft breathing on your skin.

Her fingers were on you then, gently parting you like the petals of a rose.

“ so. Fuckin beautiful like this “ Tess whispered, making you squirm a little under her gaze “ prettiest pussy ever “

“ Tess “ you whined her name in embarrassment and she chuckled lightly, pressing another soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“ remember to tell me to stop if it’s too much “ you whispered a yes and gasped as you felt her tongue lick a slow and gentle line from your dripping entrance up to your clit. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Unlike anything you could ever possibly have imagined.

You were pretty good at staying silent usually. You’d practically trained yourself to not make a sound incase Joel heard you. So the soft moan that escaped your throat took you by surprise , embarrassment flooding your face and making you try to close your legs. But she held you carefully in place

“ don’t be embarrassed. It’s just us here. You don’t need to be quiet. It’s okay baby. I want to hear you, so I know you’re doing okay. Yeah? “ she moved back in, her actions so small and gentle, circling your clit with her tongue in a way that drew a string of soft sounds out of you. You let your eyes flutter open, looking down at her desperate to see what she looked like.

You found her eyes already watching you, focussed firmly on your face as she set your entire body trembling with her actions. Your entire body tingled from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, mesmerised by the sight of her face buried between your legs.

You’d had dreams about it, had seen it behind closed eyes as you silently touched yourself in the shower or in bed at night. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the real thing. Nothing could’ve made you feel as good as she was. Her tongue touching places that no one else ever had, lips suckling at your clit in a way that made you see stars.

“ you taste so good “ she said, detaching herself from you for a moment and soothing a hand over your trembling legs “ you’re doing so well baby. Want me to keep going? “

“ yes. Yes. Please. Please more “ she smiled and immediately went back to her previous actions, drawing another high pitched moan from your throat. Your head fell back again, the blinding hot pleasure she was giving you far too overwhelming to focus on looking at her anymore. She stayed slow. Soft. Gentle. Easing you closer and closer to the edge, tightening the knot deep in your belly.

You wondered how you had ever lasted this long in life without feeling like that. Though you doubted anyone else in the world could do it like her. Surely not a single other person on earth could make you feel the way she was, you were ruined for life. No one would ever compare, no one could ever make you feel better than that you were sure of it.

“ Tess “ you whimpered her name, not even sure what you were asking her for.

“ you okay? Talk to me baby? “

“ yeah I just… yeah “ she soothed her hand up your body and gently grasped your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze “ please don’t stop “

“ I’ve got you baby. I got you “ she kept a hold of your hand and went back to her previous actions, lapping at your seemingly never ending arousal dripping from your entrance. You could hardly stay still, squirming in the sheets and feeling her fingers press lightly into your thigh to keep you in place. You squeezed her hand tightly, brain going foggy as she sucked a little harder.

You finally felt something that was familiar to you after a few more moments, the pressure and tightening.

You’d never been able to make yourself come that fast and you weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or not. Especially when you involuntarily lifted your hips from the bed, some silent request for her not to stop. She squeezed your thigh lightly, acknowledging your needs without needing to speak.

“ I think I’m gonna- “

“ I know. It’s okay. Go ahead, show me how beautiful you look when you come for me “ a few more gentle flicks of her tongue was all it took, sounds you’d never heard yourself make falling past your lips as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You’d never come so hard before, shaking and twisting your hands into the bed sheets as she worked you through every single second. It seemed to last forever, a deep burning in your veins making your entire body feel blistering hot but still making you shiver.

You were trembling as you finally relaxed, body going slack against the sheets as she soothed her hands over your legs. She was whispering something but your ears were ringing too loudly to hear her properly, a stupid dopey smile spreading its way across your face.

She reappeared at your side, propping herself on her elbow beside you and trailing her fingers in patterns across your stomach.

“ how you doing baby? “

“ so good “ you sighed, a small laugh bubbling past your lips “ so fuckin good “

“ you did so well. Proud of you “ you reached up for her face, pulling her down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on her lips and it shouldn’t have made you feel the way it did. Desire swirling in your veins again and making you squeeze your legs together.

It made you want to taste her. To make her feel the way she had made you feel. But you didn’t think you’d be particularly good at that. Not yet. But there were other ways. Other ways you had at least an inkling on how to do, practicing on yourself for so long had to be some use to her.

“ Tess “ you practically moaned against her lips, the thought of touching her making you almost dizzy with lust “ would you… can you show me. Like how to- I wanna make you feel good too… you know… make you feel good. Maybe? Please? “ she smiled almost sympathetically at your embarrassed attempt to ask her for guidance. She brushed your hair away from your face and nudged her fingers under your chin

“ you don’t have to. I won’t make you. It’s your first time and that was a lot- “

“ but I want to. Please. You just need to show me cause- please Tess “ she seemed to deliberate it for a moment, her eyes scanning over your face before giving a small nod. She was a sucker for you. It never took her much to give in to whatever you wanted.

“ alright. But. Maybe somethin a little easier to start, yeah? “ you nodded, thankful that you didn’t have to actually tell her you were terrified of repeating what she’d just done to you.

You wondered if she was wet. If she was as wet as you. What would she feel like, what would she taste like on your fingers. How would she sound when she came. Could you even make her finish?

“ do you ever touch yourself? “ your cheeks flushed as she cut off your panicked thoughts. You nodded “ it’s just the same “ she took your hand in hers and gently guided you down between her legs, shifting slightly so you could see her more. You moved to get a better view, no shame in wanting to see her better.

She guided your hand down to touch her, your lips parting in awe as you realised she was wet. Maybe even as wet as you had been.

Yet you hadn’t touched her. You hadn’t done anything really. She was simply that wet from giving you pleasure. From looking at you. Touching you. Tasting you. It sent another moan slipping past your lips.

You felt her breath stutter, falling against your cheek, as you brushed your fingers over her clit.

“ how do I… how do I know if you like it. Help me? “ you whispered, eyes still glued on where you were curiously touching her.

You startled slightly as her fingers brushed over your still sensitive clit, pushing through your folds and moving down to circle your dripping hole.

“ tell me to stop if you need me to but just, copy me. Okay? “ she started rubbing slow circles onto your clit , your own hand halting for a moment as you got your bearings again before copying.

“ like that? “ you were slightly breathless, the feeling of your sensitive clit being touched again stealing all the air from your lungs “ Tess? “

“ like that. Like that “ you wondered if she was as tightly strung as you were. You wondered if she had been thinking about this night for months like you had. Had she lay in bed at night, hand toying with her cunt and thinking about you? Had she desperately gotten off to the thought of tasting you or having you taste her? You wanted to know what she looked like when she came. Wanted to see her face relax with bliss, hear the sounds she would make.

“ fuck that’s so good “ you whined, trying to focus as best you could on moving your fingers and not getting distracted by the masterful way she was touching you.

“ wanna try something a little more? “ curiosity won out and you nodded. A slightly pathetic whimper of a sound bubbled past your lips as she moved her fingers down, circling your entrance slowly “ I think you can take two, yeah? “ she slowly pushed past the resistance at your entrance, your mind blanking at the odd feeling. It felt so different to when you did it yourself. Maybe her fingers longer or bigger. You didn’t know. But she seemed to be reaching places you hadn’t even known were there.

“ f-fuck “ you breathed out, trying to refocus yourself on the task at hand. Trying to remember you were supposed to be making her feel good now. But you faltered again as she curled her fingers, hitting some devastating part of you that had your eyes falling closed “ Tess”

“ you okay? I can stop “

“ no. Fuck. No just. You’re distracting me “ you said with a soft laugh, pressing your face into her neck with a smile.

“ you asked me to show you “ you could hear the smile in her voice and she pressed a kiss to your head “ you can try now. I’ll let you “ you looked down at where your own hand still hadn’t really moved and you did as she had. Cautious, soft hands, your fingertips running over every part of her, tracing along the slick folds and ridges of her cunt. Marvelling in how different it felt to feel her under your fingers instead of yourself.

She let you be curious, let your hands wander and explore. Let you be silently vulnerable and inexperienced with no judgment at all. She made small noises into your hair, small quick intakes of breath when you brushed over her clit, a gentle hum of a sound when you swirled your finger softly around her entrance. Gathering her arousal on the pads of your fingers and feeling her muscles contract beneath them.

You wanted to taste her too. In the same way she had done to you. But you didn’t quite feel brave enough for that yet. So you copied what she had just done to you, gently pushing your fingers into the welcoming warmth of her cunt.

“ you’re so soft “ you murmured more to yourself than her, awestruck at the feeling of her velvety soft walls fluttering around the intrusion of your fingers. She sighed blissfully, sucking you in until you couldn’t go any further.

“ that’s it baby “ her fingers shifted inside of you again, reminding you she was still there. You’d gotten so caught up in her you’d almost forgot.

“ u-upwards? “ you asked as she curled her fingers inside of you, making your breath stutter

“ mhm that’s right “ you did as she did, curling your fingers until she let out a soft moan, her face still pressed against your hair “ you got it “ you copied the rhythm she did, the feeling of her wet warmth clenching around your fingers paired with the way your own cunt fluttered and contracted around hers… it was almost too overwhelming.

The entire thing felt so unbelievably erotic yet so beautifully intimate. Your face still nuzzled into her neck, peaking slightly at the way your fingers disappeared inside of her. Her face pressed into your hair, stuttered breaths and soft moans. The sensuality of being wrapped up and pressed against her, working at each other in a steady rhythmic pace. The almost pornographic wet, sopping sounds coming from the both of you. Unsure exactly which of you it was.

You’d never felt so vulnerable yet so safe. So loved. So cherished. Like you two where the only people alive, simply intent on making the other feel good, drawing each other closer and closer to the edge.

Her hand shifted a little, her thumb pressing lightly against your clit in a way that made you gasp. You didn’t quite have the same precision as she did, your hand at an awkward angle and you felt her smile against you.

“ keep up what you were doing. Feels so good, you’re doing so fuckin well. Keep going baby “ you did as she asked, holding onto her arm as you felt her abusing a deliciously perfect spot inside of you.

“ god don’t stop “ you whined, pressing your face further into her neck. Not sure how you were supposed to handle all the new feelings she was evoking in you.

You came first, which you had expected. Trapping her hand between your legs and clenching your eyes shut as you came over her fingers, moaning and whimpering as she made sure to draw it out for as long as possible.

“ that’s it baby. Fuck you look so pretty when you come for me, let me hear you. That’s it “ she coaxed you through every single second, whispering an abundance of praise and love into your ear as you came down.

You winced lightly when she withdrew her fingers, suddenly feeling empty at the loss of her inside of you.

“ holy shit “ you breathed out as you caught your breath “ I don’t think I can do that to you “ you said with a small laugh, remembering you still needed to get her off “ I wanna make you feel that good. Tell me more. Help me? “

You were entranced as you watched her start circling her own clit with her fingers that were still coated in you, the two of you mingling together in a way that made your face flush so violently red you went light headed. You continued curling your fingers in the same way she had, even chancing scissoring them open like she had done to you. You practically beamed when you made her moan, knowing you were the one causing those sounds.

“ that’s it baby, keep doing that. Just like that for me okay? “ you nodded, dumbfounded and unable to speak as you watched her touch herself, your fingers still moving inside of her and hitting the spot that made her moan in a way that went straight to your over sensitive cunt.

“ am I doing it right? “

“ mhm. You’re doing so well. So well baby. Almost there “

The feeling of her coming on your fingers was something otherworldly. The sounds she made, the way her warm walls clamped around you to keep you where she wanted you. It drew another moan from your own mouth. You kept up your actions until she gently pushed at your hand, a small laugh leaving her throat

“ too much baby. You can stop “ you withdrew your fingers, awestruck at the sticky residue she’d left on your fingers, the blissful and content look on her face.

She pulled you close against her, shuffling down so that you could lay your head on her chest and press soft kisses to your forehead.

You were both quiet, basking in the afterglow, content to just be together. Your slick skin slipping against each other as you shuffled to get impossibly closer to her. You could hear her heart beating steadily in her chest, her fingers trailing up and down your side lightly. The room was sticky and hot, sex filling the air. But you felt perfectly comfortable, safe.

And if your worst fears were to come true and she decided you were horrendous at getting her off. Then you’d be quite happy that that had been the first and the last. You’d never felt more at peace.

“ how are you feeling? “ she asked after a few minutes, when sleep was starting to seep into your bones “ you did so well. Sure you’ve never done it before? “ you giggled and shook your head

“ never. I promise “

“ and how do you feel now that you have?”

“ perfect “ you whispered not even embarrassed at how cheesy it sounded, not needing a second to even think about your answer “ and tired. So fuckin tired “ she smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“ shower first. Then you can sleep. Trust me. You’ll regret it in the morning if you don’t “ she chuckled and patted your arm lightly to make you sit up. You watched her walk around the bed, stretching her arms up above her head and groaning slightly as she stretched out her aching muscles. It felt… domestic. The way she was so unbelievably comfortable around you, showering together, sharing the bed afterwards. It made your heart pang.

You watched her as she walked around to your side of the bed with no shame, very much ogling her without a care. Even when she caught you “ enjoying the view? “

You were. You absolutely were. And you hoped you’d get to enjoy it for quite a while longer.

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 21- Lorelai’s Graduation Day, Aka Lovesick Stepcousins In The Big City, Part 3

I'm cheering Rory on as she leaves school grounds, leaving these 35 year old classmates in the dust, and as she manages to pull it off under the eyes of two teachers or administrators. Yes yes yes! Well from here on out it's going to be pure Literati appreciation with only minimal anger and rage, you know, my usual shtick. That being said, when that happens I start to sound a little disjointed, like, this episode is so pure and precious and enjoyable that I really don't have much snarky commentary on it and I can just watch it. What am I without my snark powers?

Destiny awaits. In one of many examples of what I call "Gilmore Girls Poor"*, which is a term I coined myself for how AmyShermanPalladino views lower/middle class/urban/city life, Rory manages to end up in the Port Authority Bus Terminal in another dimension. The Alternate Dimension, 100% white, Spotlessly Clean, Nearly People-Free New York City Bus Terminal where she stared down a scary dude without being stabbed and she was offered a locker to store her book bag. (*More examples of GGP: In season 4, Jess is 19 years old, a high school dropout, and is living in a clean, rat and roach free, enormous New York City apartment with working utiltiies and large windows that in today's housing crisis people would murder him to get, he just needed a bed frame and to pick his shit up off the floor but we are supposed to believe its a crack den; Rory and Lorelai live in a beautiful home and eat take out and restaurant food every day on nothing more than an innkeeper's slary)

This was cute. Rory the little mouse getting ignored by city folk. I love it so much.

I think AmyShermanPalladino inserted this smoking guy to make it look like Rory was in a rough part of town. Someone finally gives our little mouse an abrupt answer on how to get to Washington Square Park where she can meet her stepcousin and her destiny.

The little smirk before he turns around! And then, and then...and then...the big grin when he sees her!

I am STARVING for stepcousins!!!!!! ..And the Emmy Award for the whitest words ever spoken on teleivison goes to Alexis Bledel, as Rory Gilmore in Gilmore Girls:

Baring his naked forearms like a saucy strumpet. Book sticking awkwardly out of his back pocket. He either finds the smallest books or has the roomiest ass pockets that he keeps pulling that off. How does he do that?

This is all so precious and pure I could die.

He is RAPT with attention listening to her silly stories. Show me where Dean or Logan ever paid this much attention to her telling one of these stories.

We know, Bubs. We know :(

Red alert! Red alert! Our first display of physical contact!

Jess says he eats from this hot dog cart every day. Let's unpack this: 1) Holy child neglect, Batman! I mean, Liz Danes. You can't even make your kid a peanut butter and jelly sandwich once in a while? This boy is feral. These are survival hot dogs. This may be all he can afford to eat on his own. 2) How are you still as skinny as a rail? 3) How's your blood pressure? 4) Where are you getting the money?

This sweet bubba unquestionably paid for Rory's lunch like a true gentleman.

I refuse to acknolwedge any sort of Behind the Scenes Hollywood mumbo jumbo like "Milo wasn't ACTUALLY eating the hot dog" or “umm, it’s a prop hot dog”. i am firmly committed to a scenario where everyone on the set for this episode was like "Milo our precious vegetarian baby boy we will get you a tofu hot dog to eat"

Ending this chapter with this adorable face.

[eatommo]

Tear You Apart [m.m]

A/n: The follow-up is here! Finally! thank you for hanging in there for me. I'm pretty happy with how this turned out and I love to report that I am feeling a lot better. Fill up my inbox with asks/requests, we are nearing 300 followers, and I would love to do some requests, even new characters (really into Din Djarin right now) so ask away!

Cw: Age gap, a continuation from wake-up call (same pairing but you don’t need to know to understand), object insertion, improper use of weapons, feral!matt, corruption kink, breeding kink (minor), praise kink, meandom!matt, reader doesn’t stand up for herself. (hell she can hardly sit straight), choking kink (this is intense), little bit of throttling, mentions of catholic symbolism, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

w.c: Just over 9.2K

Summary: Not long after finding out Matt is Daredevil, do you get to experience him.

The first night you spent in Matt’s apartment comes to mind in flashes.  You could still smell the musk on his sheets, and feel the heat of his chest at your back as he fucked you relentlessly with his hand placed firmly over the necklace he had secured in place just an hour before. 

The way his hands spread over your throat, spanning collar bone to collar bone, had you feeling completely at his disposal.  There was absolutely no way you could overpower him, he had you however he wanted you, and you wore a reminder of that very deal you had struck around your neck. 

No matter the bruises and palm or belt shaped welts he left on you, the familiar weight of the chain swinging freely fropm your neck grounded you.  You were his to bend over, you were his to eat, you were his to command.  

He came hard, perhaps the hardest you’ve seen him before.  With your brain scrambled and the coating of your tangled releases clinging to your thighs, you rolled to face him.  Body aching with aftershocks, and from being so taught with drawn-out tension that had you feeling like an over-stretched rubber band, you collapsed. 

For the first of many times, Matt snuck out.  You must’ve been stupid, or too fucked out to care.  Because while no new scars appeared out of thin air, bruises and small lacerations floated across his skin from one location to another like some twisted Timelapse of a color inverted sky. 

Weeks later, if it wasn’t for a nightmare about a man watching you while you slept, you probably never would’ve caught him standing over you.  

The matte red of his suit dulled the shifting colors from the billboard outside, and while you hadn’t lived in New York for very long, the form was unrecognizable.  

You start to scream, the air burning your windpipe as it reaches the back of your throat and is muffled by a gloved hand before it bubbles from you. 

“Ease up princess,” the hair on the back of your neck stands up, feeling like a dog who had been backed into a corner, “It’s just me.” 

The adrenaline in your body is shoving each rational thought out of reach.  “Matt?” You squeak, not able to hear your voice clearly through the tightness of his hand.

“More or less.”  He smirks, teeth flashing in the dim light of the room, “Don’t make a sound, be my good girl and let me speak hm?” 

You stay silent, unable to patch a cognitive sentence together.  His hand falls back to his side, and your body flinches, pulse still loud in your ears. 

“I didn’t mean to startle you,  I heard you and I thought something was wrong.”  His breath is uneven, and his hands are uncontrollably twitching at his side with the energy of the hunt coursing through his veins. 

You open your mouth to speak, but decide better to stand up and examine him.  His silhouette looms over you, the broad expanse of his chest covered by a thick red armour like material, the cowl on his head covers his forehead and eyes, your gaze floats down to those lips you know so well, and you lean in for a short kiss, reassuring yourself.  Perched on his head are two small horns, Matt is the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. 

Your confusion melts away into disdain and anger.  The scars, the bruises, split knuckles, and cracked ribs are because he’s fighting crime in the city, not because he’s boxing in some underground fights.  “How are you doing this?” Somehow it’s the only question you’re able to form.  

“It’s all… complicated.”  The playfulness in Matt’s tone is dismissive; it only infuriates you further.

“I don’t even know where to start–“ your voice is teetering on the edge of sobbing and yelling, “Are you hurt?” 

“No. Not tonight at least.” He lifts the helmet off his face, his hair is tousled like you’ve seen it so many times before. “Go back to sleep.” 

“No. Don’t dismiss my concern for you.” The sadness in your voice felt like ice on his skin.  “Matt, how is this even possible?” His gloved hands brush a single tear from your cheek. 

“I was blinded by chemicals that enhanced my other senses.  I can smell your tears, and the vanilla soap you used this morning, I can hear your heartbeat and tell when you’re lying.” He pauses, taking a deep breath, “I can taste you on the air, every time you walk into my office, right now… I can discern your heartbeat from the rest of Hell's Kitchen.” 

You nod your head as he speaks, and now you realize he knows when those things happen.  “I forgot to ask, have you spoken with Foggy and Karen?” 

He turns away from you almost immediately, clearly hoping you had dropped this topic entirely.  “I haven’t. I don’t understand why it’s such a huge deal for you.” His voice cuts the air like a knife, settling in tension you hadn’t recognized.  

“What do you mean for me?”  Your brows knit together in a cocktail of confusion and anger. “You said it wouldn’t matter, that they might be surprised but it wouldn’t change anything?  I thought I made it clear I didn’t want to sneak around anymore.” 

Through gritted teeth he retorts, “I don’t want things to change.  Plus I had to tell you about this before or Foggy would’ve asked me to chase you away.  Or even did it himself.”  His head tilts every few seconds as you realize with a start that he’s reading your mind through your body language.

“Im not going to be your house pet.  That’s not what I want out of this, you know that. Why would he chase me away?”  You feel your temperature rising, and a small shake starts at the base of your spine and makes its way to the ends of your fingernails. You’re completely frustrated by his words, and to make matters worse he’s completely aware. 

“It’s dangerous.” He states as if the answer is clear as the night sky.  

“What is? To be sleeping with the Devil?”  A raging laugh simmers in your throat, unable to escape the failing hold you have on it.  

“Everyone around Daredevil gets hurt–“ 

You cut him off, that ominous snicker breaking free, “Daredevil isn’t hurting me, Matt, you are.”  

He turns as if to walk away, before changing his mind and spinning back around to face you.  “I know.” The words are cracked and the bitterness in them tastes like salt on your tongue. 

“Why am I here? With you?”  You can feel your resolve breaking, tears burning your eyes, you want him to taste them, to understand the gravity of what you’re saying.

“Because I’ve been selfish. Realistically, Foggy is right, I can’t be both people.”  His voice is lifting in volume and desperation. 

“You're insufferable.” You plant your feet on the ground, looking for a burst of willpower to pull you out of his bed.  “Was this whole thing just to get me ‘out of your head?’” You pander, eager to see more than a flicker of emotion in his gaze.  

“Absolutely not, I care about you.  I can’t stop thinking about you.  I just can’t be what you need.”  He’s frustrated, voice inching higher with every passing moment.  

Your patience wears thin, running a shaking hand through your hair, you gather yourself.  Finally, your feet are planting not so firmly under yourself, carrying you to your overnight bag.  

Matt shifts his weight from foot to foot, head-turning to track your movement, “Can I at least walk you home?” The words fuel the sting in your eyes.  

“You’re going to, no matter what I say, Matt.” You heft your backpack onto your shoulder, “That’s part of the problem.” 

His shoulders are hunched, almost as if he is trying to recede into himself.  “You don’t want to go.”  The low timber startles you, and you know he’s surprised the words came out of his brain. 

“You don’t give me a lot of choices Matt.”  You take a few unsure steps towards the door, waiting for his footfalls to join yours. 

They don’t.

You debated on calling out from work, not being able to bear the kicked puppy look he would carry, even if he didn’t mean to.  It felt like he would win either way because he was right. 

Matt’s inability to be honest with the people around him, even if for fear of their safety, was never going to be acceptable.  As much as you craved to love him and all of his flaws, he is constantly putting himself in danger, and even the little bit of dread you felt just now was minuscule to the grand scheme of the danger he experiences.  

You loved him wholly, and you wondered if he would ever love you enough to take that into consideration.  

The streets were alive with the energy of a Friday night, not that New York City was ever dead.  You walked to the nearest subway station, keen to clear your head with the white noise of the rhythmic skipping on the tracks.

You settle into your stiff seat, letting your brain listen to the familiar noises around you.  You fiddle with the strings on your sweatshirt, mulling over the emotions that are cement blocks in your chest.

This hurt.  

Part of you wondered if he was still standing in his apartment, skating around feelings he pretends not to have.  

The pang in your chest seems to grow the further you get from his apartment, and you wonder if you’re making a mistake.  

Would Foggy think that Matt didn’t deserve you? 

You let the thoughts roll around in your head. 

Soon the subway slows to a halt and you stand with your bag.  You begin the short walk to your small apartment, praying that your roommate is out to avoid the awkward conversation about being out so late. 

Your luck runs dry, she’s sitting in the living room watching the newest period drama on Netflix.

“Hey.  You okay?” She perks up, as awake as you’ve ever seen her.  

You go to speak, but the words turn into a cry.  You shake your head, spreading your arms in invitation for a hug.   

The only person in the world who knows about you and Matt is standing in this living room, she knows almost everything.  But you couldn’t tell her what happened, and that made you feel small. 

“He’s been lying to me.”  You cry, taking shaky breaths in between sentences, “He doesn’t want us to be seen together, he goes out and lies about where he is.”

You paraphrase, unable to unburden yourself completely. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry babe.”  She squeezes tight, rubbing a soothing hand between your shoulder blades.  “Was he seeing someone else?”  

“He’s not, he’s just living a double life I guess.”  You hiccup, the gravity of the words finally sinking into your heart.  “Just different priorities I guess.”

She strokes your hair a few times, before offering you a spot on your loveseat to snuggle up and watch the rest of the movie.  

When you settle into your room a little over an hour later, you look at your phone.  Expecting a missed call or a voice message, but you find nothing.

You begin to type Foggy an apology for having to miss tomorrow, but as the words appear on the screen you can’t bring yourself to lie. 

You delete the message and replace it with a much shorter text.   

I know. 

You clutch your phone to your chest, you feel numb and anxious all at the same time.  Your heart pounded in your chest, and you debated on how to follow it up to get you out of your predicament. 

Oops wrong person sorry. 

The cursor revealed the words as they formatted on the page, but before you could click send the screen shifted to a call screen. 

He was calling you.  

“Mr. Nelson. I’m sorry I sent-” You rushed hoping he wasn’t angry with you, but of course, you were met with concern. 

“Do we need to meet up?  Were you hurt?”  His voice is much calmer than you expect, so much so you feel like there’s been a misunderstanding. 

“I’m okay.  Have you heard from him?”  You wince at the inflection in your voice.  “When I left he was upset?” 

“I haven’t. Is he hurt? Were you on the street?”  You sense a growing bit of annoyance in Foggy's tone as if he’s had this conversation one too many times.

Your heart races a little, how would you have found out? You can’t exactly say you were in his apartment this late.  “I think I upset him, that's all.” 

“I can’t believe he told you, there’s no reason to put so much on your mind.”  He’s talking to himself now. 

“It’s okay, it makes a lot more sense than what he told me initially,”  You backtrack a little, “On ou-the trip to Detroit.”  The heavy feeling in your chest returns, like with every breath you take your lungs fill with cement.  You force a dry laugh, “He told me he was in an underground fight club.” 

Foggy snickers, “Are you coming in tomorrow?  I’ll bring you some of that expensive coffee you two have a taste for.” 

You hesitate, unsure if you can handle confronting your feelings so quickly.  “I’ll be there, you know I can’t stand the way you file paperwork.” 

Foggy laughs a response, “Neither does Marci, we’re thankful to have you around kid.  I know he doesn’t always voice it but I think Matt enjoys your company.” 

Breath catches in your throat as it constricts, “It’d be nice if he told me.”  You fumble the thought in your brain and speak before you can stop yourself.  You fiddle with a loose knot on your quilt.  “I’m sorry Mr. Nelson, I guess I’m still in shock.” 

“It’s alright, I’ve been there.  What made him tell you?”  You hear him clear his throat as he clarifies, “I just didn’t think you were such an important part of his life.” 

Ouch.

Your heart stops as your mouth runs dry, “I-uh I was being followed…on the street.  He chased the guy off and came to check on me and couldn’t hide it from me.”  You’ve never outright lied to Foggy like that before, and you’re sure this wouldn’t be the last time. 

“I’m glad you’re okay, if you want me to talk with him about something, or need to come to me for anything, I am here for you. Consider me president of the Matt Murdock support group.”  He really is the most genuine person alive, and you can practically hear his worry on the line. 

“Of course, thank you, Mr.Nelson.”  The conversation hasn’t helped as you wished it would, the pain in your chest seems to reverberate with the sound of the dead line.  

You looked at the patchy quilt on your bed, you could practically picture Matt laying beneath it.  The first time you shared your queen bed, compared to his king, was quite the adventure, with tangled limbs, and endless giggles.  You remember comparing the scars and bruises on his skin to the blanket that, at the time, didn’t mean much to you.  

Sleep evades you for a while, it feels like your skin is too tight on your body, or that you’re too hot under the sheets and too cold without them.  Your mouth runs dry, and forcing down endless glasses of water does nothing to save you.  The weight of the world feels unbearably heavy, but you can’t help but feel like your world, instead of growing in richness, is wilting in grief. 

Miraculously you make it to work the next morning, not bothering to hide the bags under your eyes or the resting concern in your brow.  The sugar filled coffee Foggy promised you is sitting on your small desk, next to Matt’s steaming flat white.

He wasn’t here yet.  That wasn’t surprising in the least, but your hope that he would make an appearance diminished with each curl in the steam coming from his coffee.  

You ground yourself with a list of tasks you’d like to accomplish: Organize the new filing cabinet, alphabetize the witness accounts from Karen’s latest venture, and run the disposition notes through the braille embosser for Matt’s folder. 

One by one you pick off tasks.  Each shuffle of feet outside the door of the office brings your heart into your throat.  

You hear the telltale tap, tap, tap, of Matt’s cane as he makes his way down the hallway.  The door creaks open, and you feel as though your brain is gonna scramble in your skull.  

He looks exhausted, his hair is damp and a fresh bruise sits on the edge of his jaw.  You fight the urge to speak, you want to check on him, make sure he isn’t hurt, or talk with him about your conversation with Foggy.

“Good morning.”  Foggy’s voice startles you from your stupor, “Have you heard from Brett?”  His eyes move between the two of you, almost like he’s offering to broach the conversation on your behalf. 

You shake your head vigorously, trying desperately to come up with an excuse to leave the room.  Matt’s voice cracks like he hasn’t spoken in days, “I haven’t.  I have to transfer my notes from yesterday's discovery meeting.”  

“She’ll help you with it.  We need to get that witness’ name from Brett, the case depends on it, Matt.”  Foggy reached down taking Matt’s now cold coffee from your desk and handing it to him.  

You grimace and shoot Foggy the most intimidating glare you can muster.  Clearing your throat you offer to help with whatever they needed to be done, “Do mind if I leave a little early Mr. Nelson?  It's been a long couple of days.”

Matt’s head tilted, the rich coffee mixing with the taste of your mouth in the air.  Your heartbeat was erratic, and the muscles in your throat were tight like you were fighting the urge to cry.  

“That should be fine, is there anything else you need her to do for you?” he let his voice trail off, and you never wished you could disappear more.  

“I would like her to volunteer, you don’t need to tell her what to do Fog.”  His voice cuts, and you feel everyone in the room recoil.  

You run a shaking hand through your hair, “With all due respect Mr. Murdock, this is my job, and I don’t need you speaking on my behalf,” You turn on your heel, directing the next words at Foggy, “Thank you for understanding Mr. Nelson, I will see to getting those notes done and then I’ll see you tomorrow.”  

You stand up to throw your empty coffee cup into the trash as Foggy walks toward his office.  You stand a few feet from the bin and toss the cup underhand, Matt’s hand darts out and plucks it out of the air.  

“I’ll leave you two to it then.”  Foggy’s office door closes, and you hear Karen’s hushed whispers.

You sit back at your desk, thumbing through your personal notes from yesterday, gathering them to your chest as you walk over to the embosser.

“Can I talk to you in my office?”  Matt’s quiet voice draws you out of your stupor.  He drops your cup into the trash, as your hands come to cover your face.

You look towards the office across from you, and Matt gives you a they’re listening look.  Your chest grows tighter like a snake is coiling around each lung and tightening with each exhale. Eyes flittering to the bruise on his jaw, he must’ve gone out after you left.  

Without thinking you nod your head, standing while straightening your skirt under your shaking hands.  He glides past you, and you notice a small cut on his hairline as he walks by, and your heart aches, longing to reach out and caress him. 

You shuffle inside behind him, latching the door behind you with a thud.  You allow your eyes to rake over his frame, taking in the smooth skin stretching over the back of his neck, and the swell of the muscles in his against the collar of his shirt.  

Your gaze is steady, even as he turns to face you, your eyes remain trained on the bob of his adams apple as he clears his throat.  You’re plagued by the memories, the taste of his skin against your tongue, and the shift of his shoulders under your nails, the weight of him next to you in bed.

“I’m buying Foggy lunch, and I’m going to get him a few drinks, and then I’m going to tell him we’ve been sleeping together.”  Matt’s fingers card through his hair, “I’m going to assure him it won’t happen anymore.”  His voice begins to falter, “Marci is going to offer you a similar position, it will pay much better, it’ll look better on a resume, there’s no reason to turn it down.”

You begin to protest, but he cuts you off with a raised finger. 

“You will take it, you’d be an idiot if you didn’t.” He shifts so his hands rest on his hips.  

“I told Foggy last night, I told him I knew you were Daredevil,” Your voice is quiet, but the tone and clear definition of each word made it seem like you had been rehearsing the words in your head for days. “He was concerned for me, he was compassionate,” you struggle to keep tears from falling down your face, “he was worried you were hurt, and he was surprised that we were close enough for you to tell me.”  

He stands before you, his stance stoic but the blood draining from his face the longer you spoke.  Whether he knew it or not, you were begging him to give you an admission.  It was going to come down to an ultimatum. 

Subconsciously, your hand moved to fiddle with the chain around your neck.  He had so delicately and tenderly bestowed it upon you only weeks earlier.  You had believed it was just a step in your relationship together.  Matt was a man who needed to commit to something completely, there wasn’t place in his heart or time in his life to devote part of his energy.  You felt like he was branding you as permanent, in his apartment, walking you home on the street, in this very office, he had your every thought tied to his existence.  

“I never would’ve asked you to change for me, I wanted to feel like you weren’t ashamed of me.  As much as I enjoyed sneaking around with you, I don’t want to only be another secret in your life Matt.”

You eye him carefully, it looks like he’s seconds away from raising his voice or swiping the contents of his desk to the floor in anger or despair.  

“It’s not fair for you to say that sweetheart, you deserve a pulpit and devotion that I can’t commit to.”  His mouth sets like he’s grimacing in pain. 

“I’m not asking for more of your time, I’m asking for you to be forthright with me about what you want from me.”  Tears finally fall from your eyes, you see his tongue dart out for a split second.  “I just thought this,” you let your finger run over the quaint circle at the base of your neck, “was going to be more of a commitment to each other, rather than a collar on a pet.” 

He takes the red glasses off and you see a glimmer of tears threatening to fall down his cheek.  “That’s not what I wanted for you or for us.  I never thought I’d be have an opportunity to have such a smart, beautiful woman in my life.”  his emotions and running through the muscles in his face, skipping over the blank but frantic movement of his eyes. 

The tightness in your chest returns, the flames of anger in your lungs turning into the smoke of grief.  

“I wanted- want a life with you, for the first time in my painful existence I thought about waking up next to a wife to the sounds of crying babies, and hastily getting ready for church on sunday mornings with toddlers.  I want nothing more than to wake up with you for the next millennium ready to take on big cases or mortal enemies or school principles.  I’ve lost almost everyone I’ve loved, I almost lost Karen, I almost lost Foggy…” 

He rolls the buttons on his cuff between his fingers, he’s anxious and emotional, you want to comfort him, hold him and tell him that you know he’s capable of protecting you, that you want to be in his life regardless of the risks.  But you are angry, that he has been bearing the weight of this conversation himself, brutalizing himself, and that made your heartache.

“Matt, you need to understand that I want to share these burdens with you,” you step slightly closer, fighting the urge to pull him to your chest so you both can cry your heart out, “I want to be a bigger part of your life.” 

He sniffs, swiping a tear off his cheek, “It's not fair for me to bring you into everything-“ 

“Let’s not call it that, neither one of us understood what this was going to be.” Without thinking you motion between the two of you it’s your hands.  “I think we just need to come to terms with the reality that I’m,” you hesitate, the words dangling on the tip of your tongue until you are engrossed with the warmth of the moment completely, “in love with you, and pushing me away isn’t going to make life any safer than it would be with you in it .”  

His head falls back, and his forehead creases like he’s in pain.  “You’re in love with me?” The way he phrases it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself that it’s the truth. 

You chew your lip, you weren’t even sure you loved him until he started doubting that you could.  It was like something in his awestruck tone broke the last little bit of the iron rods around your heart. 

“I lied to you, I am breaking the law every night, I have no money, I have so many reasons why I would expect you to hate me it’s impossible to list them all.”  

You watch him carefully thumb through his thoughts like he’s handling decades old photographs, “I just don’t think I’m ready to accept you feeling like that about me.” 

You wrestle a breath from your lungs, tightening from stress and anxiety over the confrontation.  “You don’t have to love me, not right now, you don’t have to look out for me, I want you to be with me because you want to be. Not because you feel like you have a responsibility.”  

Silence hangs in the air for a beat, you watch with curiosity as he tilts his head slightly.   “Are you listening to my heart?” 

He nods. 

“I wish you could hear my brain think, you’d understand my feelings for you.”  His concentration falters and a small smile plays on his face.  

“I wish I could give you everything you deserve.”

“You will.” You retort, not willing to let him think on any negative thoughts for too long.  “Are we broken up or am I allowed to kiss you?” 

He sighs exasperated, before whispering a soft, “Please kiss me.” 

You take the few steps between you in quick strides, and reach up onto your toes to meet his mouth.  His hands shoot to their favorite places, one resting on the pulse in your throat, the other squeezing the flesh on your hip lightly. 

You lick and suck on his bottom lip, and you feel his fingers twitch against your throat itching to tighten as you lift your chin practically begging him to.  Fire skips up your spine and the heat settles on your chest in your face as arousal pools in your belly.  

Almost immediately, he groans, as if attuned to your thoughts.  Your hands run up his chest and play with the soft hair at his nape, you feel your own body tense realizing you don’t know the extent of his injuries.  

“Am I hurting you?” 

“I don’t care.” He snaps, attempting to lift and push you onto his desk.  

You hesitate, his boldness frightening you.  The dull throb from your core wins, as you jump to help him set you on the desk,  feeling the ridges of his laptop dig into the back of your thighs.  

The intensity of the kiss falls when Matt begins to kiss along the shell of your ear.  

You fist your hand in his shirt, fingers catching on a button that pops under the force and clatters to the ground.  You feel Matt’s smirk against your jaw, before he pulls the skin between his teeth.  

He parts your legs with his knees, slotting himself between them and pulling your legs up and bringing your ass to the edge of the table.  

You shutter as your body shifts back to keep your balance.  “Matt, we can’t.”  Your voice is a little louder than you anticipated, making your body flinch in embarrassment. 

His head dips lower, playing along the u-shaped collar of your shirt, teasingly grazing his teeth as if threatening to leave a mark. You tilt your head back, your thoughts becoming more and more corrupted with every single touch of his tongue to your skin.  

“Lie down.”  The warmth of his hands on your thighs sends shivers across your skin and you are coaxed into complying by the brush of his thumb over the top of your thigh highs.  “Fuck.  I love when you wear these.” 

You whine as he begins to place short chaste kisses along the hems, nibbling at the sensitive skin to irk a reaction from you.  “We shouldn’t be doing this here.”  Your arm moves to cover your eyes from the overhead light, in a fruitless attempt to hide your shame, but as he nudges your thighs to open impossibly more you obey.  

The room is hot, your skin is alight with frustration and every skim of his mouth feels like ice, reassuring you and bringing you the pleasure it knows the taste of.  “Can’t I just have you to myself sweet girl?” he mumbles, barely audible to your ears, “I want you every moment of every day.”

His thumb brushes over the growing wet spot on your panties, “Matt-” you whimper his name like a final plea for mercy.  You’ve spent hours with his face in between your legs, but this, his tone, his intentions, they feel sharper.  Like a man who spent hours ready to finally ambush his prey.  

He continues lanquid stokes over the spot, feeling the slippery liquid sink into his skin, and if he takes a deep breath he can smell remnants of your last time together on you, its faint, and the need to replenish your cunt with his cum is overwhelming the anxious fear of you walking out on him.  

Not here. 

He stands, and you lift your head off the table with a ferocity he admires.  “What the actual fuck?!” He avoids your hands pushing him away.

“You’re right about all of it.”  He smiles, bringing the thumb up to his mouth and sucking it between his teeth, nearly coming in his jeans at the sweet taste on his tongue.  “I’m going to take Foggy and Karen out to lunch.” And tell them everything. 

The words hang in the air as you both catch your breath, “If you think that’s enough then I’ve got news-”

He interrupts you, again, “It’s not.”  He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a set of keys with braille labels, “Here, this one is to the apartment, take it to a hardware store, make a copy.”  He reaches out and you give him your hand, he closes your fingers around the key, “I’ll come and get you from yours in a few hours, I’ll tell you everything, I’ll show you everything.”

You watch him with a curiosity you haven’t felt in a long time, it’s not often anymore that his actions surprise you, but this seems like a big leap for him in such a short amount of time.  Worry starts to settle in your bones, but you shove it down in hopes that you’re overthinking things.  

“Okay, I guess I’ll see you tonight.”  He smiles down at you, blank eyes unknowingly staring at your chest and you blush lightly.  

“Maybe I should pretend to look at them more often.” A hand reaches up and pinches at the skin through your shirt.  

Your mouth falls open at his taunt, and you shove him away gently.  He grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth and kisses your knuckles, “I’m sorry.” 

“Thank you, Matt.”  You whisper, your breath finally evening out.  

…

You fiddle with the pink key in your hand, anxiously waiting for a knock on the front door.  The Hello Kitty emblem on the key replaced his key on the labeled key ring, and his worn key now sits upon your various goofy keychains on your oversized keychain.   

You hear a wrap of knuckles from your room, and see Matt standing on your fire escape, in his infamous sweatpants.  “Hey sorry, I didn’t know if Addison was home.” 

You furrow your brow, “Why would it matter?  She doesn’t mind.”  In reality she probably cares a little too much.  

“Well, I wanted you to get a good look at my suit.”  He gestures to the dark purple bag over his shoulder, “I didn’t want to scare her.”  

“She’s going to be back later, and there’s a lot we should talk about.”  You walk up to his slender frame, enjoying the way his t-shirt clings to his skin in the humid summer air, and stand on your toes prompting for a kiss.  

“Capizzi?”  He reads your mind, the thought of pizza and spending the night at Matt’s almost as enticing as seeing him fitting into his suit.  

“Can I still see you in your little outfit?” You poke at his stomach, playfully running your hands over the soft skin exposed as he jumps away from you.

“If you ask nicely.  Might even take it off for you.”  He teases as he lunges to pull you against his chest for another quick peck.  

You sigh, feeling less woeful than earlier, but still teetering on the edge of mourning someone you hadn’t lost.  You force a smirk, “Is there a magic word?” 

He beams at you, and you feel like his light is creeping into your own shadows for a moment, “You’ll have to put that together yourself.” 

Not an hour later you’re settling into his couch with a fresh slice of your favorite pizza, and he’s pouring some wine into glasses.   “I am going to go out just for a quick sweep later, so this is my only glass.”  He states, more as if he is affirming it mostly for himself. 

You nod your head quietly, now knowing he can tell. “So how was lunch?”  You bite your lip, the walk over had been peaceful, and not unlike any other date you’ve been on.  Nights with Matt seldom started in public, he was always afraid to run into someone who he knew and might gossip about him.  

He smiles brightly, “Surprisingly, not terrible.  I did get my ass chewed, but Karen just insisted that she knew.” 

“Did she? And Foggy?”  Your voice was cracking, and ice crept along your spine.  “Am I going to get to work with Marci?” 

“I think she figured it out today, I don’t think she knew before then.  Foggy was upset with me, for many reasons, one being a repeated argument, that I ‘find the most beautiful girl in the room’ and then he has to ‘suffer’.”  He laughs lightly, recalling the moment.  “It was nice to hear from someone else.” 

You tilt your head a little, mouth full of pizza.  “He thinks I’m beautiful?” you mumble through bites of piping hot food.  

“Why wouldn’t he? He gets to actually see you all the time.  I just get to imagine.”  He is a bit woeful, but his hands reach for the crest of your kneecap, dragging softly over the skin.  

The light touches make your heart jump at the crawling tickle falling down your spine.  

“But if it means I get to touch you all the time.” He moves his hand to rest on top of your thigh squeezing gently,  “I guess that’s a plus.”  

Heat replaces the ice as a blush crawls up your neck.  “Well, I’m glad we cleared that up.” He leans down and takes a bite from the side of your slice of pizza, “Get your own devil man.” you scoff, scooching away from him slightly.  

He twists you toward him, pins you to the couch, and has the pizza in his hands before you can even begin to fight back.  He lifts his leg to slot between your legs, “You need to get used to letting me take what I want.”  He punctuates the words with a bite from the slice.  

Your heart rattles in your chest as you fumble from some retort short of a groan of approval.  “Oh yeah?” you open your mouth and make a small click with your teeth, asking for a bite.  “If I don’t?” 

He smirks above you, “I’ll tease you until you’re begging for it.”  The pizza hovers inches above your mouth, and when you go to take a bite he pulls it away with a taut, clicking with his tongue in jest. 

“Let me do a quick lap.”  He lowers the food to your mouth finally allowing you to bite off a chunk.  “If everything goes well I should be back in an hour.”

You feel the muscles in your face twist, as you suppress the urge to beg, or even bribe him to stay.  “Okay,” you trail off letting your body adjust to the next train of thought, “does that mean I get to fuck you in the suit?” 

His body tightens, and his voice shifts to a grave timbre thick with lust,  “I never knew just how beautiful those filthy words could sound.” 

You smirk, holding his admission close to your chest.  “Yeah? My little altar boy like when I use nasty words?  Does it make him wanna fuck me silly?” 

He chuckles, “This little altar boy,” he shifts his hips so the thick line of his cock digs into your abdomen, “wants to hear you try to talk with your mouth full of my cock.”  

“Maybe. I want you to give me a little show first.”  You run a finger down his chest, making sure to catch a nipple, and stop at the waistband of his sweats.  

Try as he may to hide the little bit of desperation in his gait as he walks towards the chest in the closet, you catch a glimpse of the swell of his cock tucked into the waistband of his sweats. 

You sit up keeping your eyes trained on him, eager to see his body transform from the mind mannered lawyer into the feared vigilante.  The muscles in his back flex under the shirt as he lifts the chest with ease and sets it in front of you.  

The chest itself has the earthy smell of old leather, you lift the lid to reveal an old yellow and red wrestling uniform.  “Your dad’s?” You run a thumb over the stitched  lettering.  

“Battlin’ Jack Murdock.”  He nods, a shy smile shared between the both of you.  You sort through a set of black clothing, and what looks like two baton-like pieces of wood before brushing your fingers over a material unlike anything you’ve ever felt.  

You lift up the cowl, feeling the harsh ridges of the horns with your finger as a shutter rolls through your body as you picture the mask settled on Matt’s head.  Leaving just his beautiful jawline and his plush mouth exposed, millions of scenarios run through your head, how it would feel to have his mouth pressed to your cunt as he dons the horned helmet, seeing nothing but the silhouette of the deadly man known as Daredevil loom over you as he fucks into your pussy.  

Your eye twitches at the thought, and blood begins to rush between your thighs as you squeeze them together.  “If I would’ve known this is how you’d react, I would’ve told you a lot sooner.”  

You glance back up at his face, noticing the flush of heat spread across his neck and cheeks, matching the heat you feel creeping up your spine.  You reach for his hand, splaying it out so you could place the disguise in his hands.  He runs his hands across the helmet, tracing the ridges you had gone over with his own finger.  

You see a metal pole sitting along the edge of the trunk, you lift them to examine the texture of the metal and notice scuffs and dents along the ridges.  “What’s this for?” 

“It’s a club of sorts.”  He takes it from your hand, raises it above his head and throws it at the wall behind your head.  Before you’re able to duck the weapon zips past your head and returns to his waiting hand.  

“Jesus Christ.”  Your heart is accelerating in your chest with each passing moment.

“Not exactly.”  His fingers notch at a button on the metal rod, a soft click and the pole separates into two pieces. 

You press your legs together and suppress a small groan, but watch in dismay as his head tilts to your chest, clocking your reaction immediately.  

The devilish grin on his face doesn’t leave until he leans to press his mouth against yours. Heat blooms over you both, swallowing down every little sound he makes as he uses his hands to seal your body against his.  

A tingle crawls up your spine, the dull ache at your core growing more incessant and your worries seem to be brushed away.  All you can think is how well he knows the curves of your body. The fingers of one hand drawing circles over the crest of your ass.

Suddenly you hear a click, and a soft slide of metal on metal.  The next thing you know you’re being lifted onto his waist, you look down, either one of the poles is in his hands, and see the ends of what looks like a sleek cable connecting the two.  The thin cable digs into your flesh, the bite on your skin painful but the warmth of Matt’s abdomen against your pussy only spurs you on further.  

“I want you.”  The whine escaping from your mouth surprises you, “Please.”  

You’ve begged for him before, but the eagerness in your voice is different from what he is used to.  He can feel the rapid clip of your heart against him, and the way you buck against him ever so lightly with each passing moment.  He lets the clubs zip back together, setting them on the coffee table before dumping you onto the couch. 

He sinks to his knees in front of you, knocking your legs open with his hands and quickly getting to work massaging up your thighs, occasionally letting his thumb brush over your clothed center, leaving feather-like kisses in their wake.  

You lift your heels to the edge of the couch in effort to grind against his fingers with each chance you get.  “Such an eager little girl.” He taunts, pulling away slightly so he can remove his shirt.  

You shake your head, playfully denying the obvious.  

“Oh? You’re not eager? Don’t lie to me sweetheart.”  He traces the waistband of your shorts with his index finger, allowing the rest of his hand to skate over the sensitive skin of your abdomen.  

You bite the side of your cheek to hide your smirk, “Nope.”

He cocks his head to the side in challenge. “Okay, if that’s how we’re going to play this.  Get on your hands and knees.”  

Your gasp in surprise, settling onto your knees perhaps too quickly, and letting your hands rest on the arms of the couch.  You blink and Matt is towering over you, gripping the flesh of your ass with a small moan.  He bends, grabbing a black cloth from the chest, folding it expertly in his hands, before bringing it to cover your eyes. 

You begin to protest, “Matt-”. 

You're cut off by the sound of the trunk closing,  “We’re doing this my way now sweetheart.  You’ll just have to shut up and take it.” 

You groan, pushing your hips back in effort to find his hand, his hips, his mouth, anything.  You feel nothing but the cool air of the apartment, before you feel his rough hands run up your back, lifting your shirt, the change in temperature causing  goosebumps to spread over your skin.  He begins to pull your shorts down your legs, kissing and biting harshly as the sweet scent of your skin fills his nostrils.  

You lift into each lave of his tongue, desperate for each little bit of contact he gives you.  He pushes your head down further, so your chest is almost flush with the couch, your ass proudly stuck up in the air.  

You hear the loud crack of your skin being slapped before the sting hits you, blossoming across your skin causing you to clench your jaw in pain.  A second follows quickly behind, and even blindfolded you know how a bright red handprint looks on your skin.  You whimper again, feeling your slick wet your panties even more.  

He massages the raised flesh between his fingers, and you push against him even wiggling a little in hopes to entice mercy from him.  “Not eager at all.” He taunts, “If only everyone else knew what you looked like, ready to be fucked by me.”  He rubs a single finger on the wet patch, fighting the urge to lick at it, “Anytime I want.” 

A moan escapes your mouth, but then you hear a soft click followed by the cold bite of metal against your sex.  “Matt-”. 

“Nope.” He mocks, following your hips as you pull away from the baton.  “Take what I give you.”

You still, letting him rock the rod against you, the pressure just avoiding your clit.  The contrasting temperatures make you flutter against the metal, and he basks in the sounds coming from your desperate little mouth. 

Your clench around nothing, the begging and whining in your brain barely able to escape the fog and make it out of your mouth. “Please.” 

“Please what?  Use your words.”  He hooks your panties with his thumb, moving to hold them aside exposing your sweet cunt to the cold air.  

“Please fuck me, touch me, anything please.” 

He chuckles, and you feel the tension in the room become heavier with just the sounds from his chest. “Anything huh? You’re going to regret that baby girl.” 

His mouth is against you with no warning, licking and parting you expertly.  Tongue caressing your clit, as he nudges your entrance with his nose.  Inhaling and drinking any drop of you he can get.

You whimper under him, fingers digging into the cushion of the couch trying to focus on the growing warmth in your belly.  His tongue moves to your entrance, slurping and sinking into your heat with a fever you haven’t felt in him before.  

You cry out, nearing the edge of your release before he stops.  Hand coming down on your ass again, a yelp startled out of you.  You feel the cool metal against your bare sex this time, the metal glides through your wet pussy with ease, gathering the juices along the shaft.  It not until he’s notching it at your entrance do you really understand what is about to happen, if it possible for your brain to fog up more it was.

Torn between protesting and pushing back against it, you stay still, allowing him the freedom to do what he pleases.  

“You can take it sweetheart.”  You feel yourself stretch around the unforgiving metal, he hears every single squelch as your body struggles to accommodate his weapon.  “God you sound so beautiful.”  

He angles it down, and slowly starts to pump the shaft of the billy club grinding it against your g-spot.  With each shallow thrust it gets harder for you to catch your breath, Matt brings his other hand to gently toy with your clit, stroking it in time with the slow movement.  You feel yourself tense, the pain and pleasure beginning to feel unbearable.  

“Matt, please I’m gonna cum.”  You cry, shame crawling up your cheeks at being so fucking desperate for him to let you cum you don’t care if its with his weapon inside of you.  

“Yeah? And if I stop pretty girl? Still gonna deny that you’re eager for me then?”  His pace quickens, fingers pushing harder against your clit.  “You’ll do anything if it means getting to come for me. Right?”  He mocks your quick pants, starting to slow his movements as if allowing you to think enough to answer him, all you can muster is a nod.  

“Words.”

“Yes, God please let me cum.” you cry, legs beginning to shake. 

He circles your clit gently with his fingers, “Go ahead baby.”  He speaks the words against your skin, biting and leaving marks on you desperately wanting to feel the rush of your orgasm.  

You swear as a blisteringly hot wave of pleasure sears through your nerves, knees buckling beneath you as Matt struggles to keep the baton inside you as you squirm away from him.  

“That’s it baby, so good for me.”  He continues to work away as you whimper, he pulls the club from you with a sick string of wet noises and a rush of your pheromones hitting him in the face.  

You rip the blindfold from your head, trying to orient yourself.  You look back over your shoulder, and see that Matt has somehow been able to put his entire suit save the helmet on.

He looks incredible, the muscles in his arms and chest are well defined by the cut and fit of the suit, and it does little to disguise the bulge that is sitting untouched in his pants.  You rise, suddenly feeling refreshed, legs less confident beneath you.  “Daddy?” your voice is hoarse but you try and keep the tone as playful as you can.  

His head falls back, “I have to go out.” he repeats it again to himself, almost like he’s convincing himself more than you.  

“You can make the first one quick.”  You lift your shirt over your head before settling your knees on the couch, and bending over the back of it.  

“Have I not made that little cunt cum hard enough?”  You hear heavy footfalls as he steps closer to you, crude slaps filling the room as he brings a hand down on your ass again and again.  

“Please Daddy, I want you to fill me up.”  You stutter through your plea, the crack of his palm on your skin piercing your ears and forcing your pussy to clench around nothing.  

“Yeah?”  You feel him press his hips against you and you shake your ass against him hoping to draw him closer.  “I fill that beautiful pussy with my cum, come home and suck it all out of you, just to fuck more back into you pretty girl.”  He gathers a handful of hair into his hand, “I’m gonna fucking tear you apart.” 

Theres blood in your mouth, and suddenly you realize you bit your lip so hard you’re bleeding, but you continue to grind against his suit.  “Yes, please.  I want everything.” 

Suddenly he’s balls deep inside of you, you shriek in surprise and pain.  His cock nudges into your cervix as he grinds up into you, before inching out just to shove right back in.  You let your head hang between your shoulders, unable to spare your strength to hold it up anymore, his pace is building and the walls of your pussy are squelching and burning trying to accommodate the thick muscle of his cock as it pounds into you.  

He huffs and groans into the air above you, praising and degrading you all at once.  His boot nudges at your knee and you bring them closer together as he bring his foot onto the couch, allowing him to drill into you faster.  

He hits the bundle of nerves inside you a few times as you cry out for him, “Don’t stop -oh my god I’m gonna-”.  The sound of his clubs scraping the coffee table bounces around your head before you gather whats happening, the cord from between the clubs is thrown over your head.  You reach for it in shock, sitting up and bringing your back flush to his chest.  

The change in angle has you seeing stars, the deep strokes are quickly bringing you over the edge.  He grabs one of your hands and brings it to right above your pelvic bone,  “Can you feel how deep I am inside you?”  He thrusts even harder into you, and you swear you can feel your organs shift and your belly bulge under your hand.  

You nod, the cord so tight to your throat you’re afraid to speak.  “Keep your hand there while you cum, and then maybe you’ll get to feel my cock fill you up.”  He leave his hand over yours, but extends his middle finger to graze over your clit.

Just like that, you cum all over the place, body threatening to collapse at any moment.  Vision white as he continues to thrust into you, the slap of his hips the only thing your brain can focus on.  The cord tightens even further around your neck as his thrusts grow sloppy and he cums deep inside you. Even though you can’t feel it, he feels the bulge in your stomach throb as he spills rope after rope of his seed.  

He slows to a stop, loosening the cord around your neck until you can finally take a deep breath.  “That was,” you struggle through the aftershocks of your orgasm, “just wow.”

He smiles against your shoulder, placing a quick kiss to the soft skin, before running his hands over the skin of your throat, “Did I hurt you?” 

You shake your head, “Not at all, but I am glad you can tell if I’m gonna pass out.”

He laughs lightly into your hair, “I meant what I said in the office.”

You turn your head to look towards him breathlessly, “huh?”

“I want more for us.  I want to be working towards marriage, towards babies.”  He sounds shy, but confident in his words, “I want to be everything you deserve.”  

You feel the steady clip of his heart at your back, and you know he can hear yours in return, “Good, I love you.” 

He nods, kissing and smiling into the crook of your neck, and even if he’s not ready to say it to you, he loves you just as much.  

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A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: none

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

mainly a bentley+damian doing things together mini chapter because it’s cute (and i may or may not just love writing this feral little child, even when he isn’t stabbing people)

part thirteen

❝ COWS KILL MORE PEOPLE THAN SHARKS? ❞

FRIDAY — 4:04PM — DAY 7

BENTLEY WAS STARTING TO GET USED TO THE ROUTINE THE WAYNE’S HAD. They had breakfast together every day, no matter how many or few people would be there. (People randomly appeared and disappeared in the night, he gathered, so it was always a gamble who was going to be at breakfast.) Tim always left for work right after, then Damian and Duke for school. Most days Dick would stay and Bentley could hang out with him. (Did he  even have a job?) But if he wasn’t there, Bruce usually found a way to make himself available. Then they’d all come back together for dinner, and watch something before bed. There had only been one or two days where Bruce was swamped with work, and Bentley spent them working on commands with Titus. 

Which was what he was doing right now, because Dick wasn’t there and Bruce was in a meeting.

“Titus, dance,” Bentley ordered from his spot atop his bed, holding out his hand and tilting it side to side. Titus was so tall that he could most definitely mow the child over doing the dance command, so he opted for standing on his mattress instead.

The huge great dane stood up on his hind legs and hopped a few times. “Good boy!”

Alfred (the cat) was weaving between Bentley’s ankles, purring like an engine and meowing every now and then.

“Titus, roll over!”

The giant dog flopped over on the floor, and Bentley chuckled.

Damian had taught him several more commands for Titus, but roll over had always been his favorite. He thought it was really funny to watch the massive dog flop over on the floor. Along with general commands like sit, stay, dance, and the like. Damian had also taught him one that was strictly for emergencies — the attack command, where he made a fist and rocked it back and forth. He wasn’t allowed to try it for obvious reasons, but the miniature assassin had insisted the dog knew it by heart and Bentley should, too.

“Titus, spin!” He spun his finger around and Titus followed his lead, chasing his tail around in a circle. “Good boy.”

The clock on his nightstand read 3:43pm, which meant Damian and Duke would be arriving home from school soon. 

He plopped down on his bed, gently stroking the cat’s black and white fur. He silently wondered if having a cat or dog would make his father happier. Maybe training a dog would give him a laugh like it did Bentley — he’d never even seen his father laugh. He’d like to someday.

Titus woofed lightly when the front door opened and closed downstairs. He trotted to Bentley’s door and peered out, toward the stairs.

After a few moments of silence, a voice came: “Hey, boy.” 

Titus hurried out of Bentley’s room, tail wagging wildly behind him as he trotted to his owner. Damian passed the door with Titus on his heels, stayed gone for a few moments, and then reappeared at the doorway in a hoodie and pants instead of his uniform. 

Bentley kept stroking the cat, and the two boy’s shared calculative glances. Damian reached down and patted Titus on the head. “I am going outside with the dogs for a bit, if you’d like to join me.”

Bentley blinked a few times before replying: “Yeah, sure.” Going outside with Damian definitely beats sitting in his room with a cat until dinner.

So he got up and followed him downstairs and out the back door. They collected Ace on the way (Bruce’s big German Shepherd, who Bentley didn’t like near as much as Titus.) and the pair of large dogs began to run and play as soon as the door was open.

The air was cool, but the bright sunlight was warm enough that Bentley didn’t need another layer. He and Damian filed out of the house and onto the neatly manicured Manor grounds. Their big red barn sat in the distance, and every now and then, the cow inside bellowed loud enough for them to hear.

“I’ve been told I must complete a science project concerning the turning of the leaves before class Monday. While I do not require any help, your presence would be… agreeable,” Damian didn’t look at him while he spoke, but watched the dogs hop around in the grass instead.

Bentley nodded, trying his best to comprehend what exactly he was saying. Agreeable sounded like a good word, he guessed, so did that mean Damian wanted him to stay?

“…Okay,” He said after a minute. Then he figured he should say something else, so he tried: “What do you have to do?”

Damian swiveled his head, taking in the plants around the grounds. Most of them were decorative shrubbery, but there were some mature trees farther away, near the barn. “I have to collect a few green leaves and leave them in rubbing alcohol to enhance the pigment. Allegedly, if I put a coffee filter in said alcohol, it will show me the color the leaf turns when the season changes.”

Bentley nodded along. “That sounds cool.”

Damian shrugged. “I’d much rather write a paper on the seasons slowing chlorophyll production and aiding the destruction of the green pigments, but they would like me to take the more juvenile approach, unsurprisingly.”

Bentley really wished Damian used smaller words when he spoke. It was easier to respond to smaller words. 

“Actually, your assistance would be beneficial,” He continued, and Bentley was grateful he didn’t have to reply yet. “If you’d like to assist,” Damian added quickly. He wondered why they were all so quick to add ‘if you want to’ to things when they spoke to him. 

“Sure,”

“Alright. We must collect the leaves first, so choose a tree and get two or three. Then do the same for another, but keep them separate.”

Bentley nodded. Damian set off into the yard, so Bentley did, too, wandering back toward the mature trees behind the barn.

He watched as Damian broke off, heading to a large, green tree. The branches were hanging down low enough for him to reach. He grabbed the branch and plucked a few leaves off with a small click, storing them in one of his jacket pockets.

Bentley was fairly confident in his ability to do that. He scanned the trees and, choosing one that didn’t look exactly like Damian’s, he walked over to it. A chilling breeze blew his red hair out of his eyes, and the leaves shook and twirled in it, making a sound like a million little  tambourines. The sun looked strange, filtering through all the leaves and creating golden splotches on the grass. Bentley certainly had never spent much time outside — sure he walked to the car sometimes, but that was only to go to another stuffy office building or fancy business gathering his father had to attend. He’d never really… gone outside just to go outside. He always had to keep his father in his earshot.

He decided he quite liked being outside.

Titus and Ace ran by, their tongues flopping out of their mouths as they played and hopped together. The wind rustled the trees again and reminded Bentley of what he was supposed to be doing.

With a quiet exhale, he walked up to the lowest branches of the tree and began picking off green leaves that looked vaguely like a hand. They were soft between his fingers and that surprised him, because his father’s indoor plants were all fake and felt like a stiff t-shirt. He gathered a handful and shoved them in his hoodie pocket, glancing over to find that Damian had moved to a different tree. So Bentley did, too.

They spent a while collecting leaves in the cool breeze while the dog’s played. Then they checked on the cow, about whom Damian spewed more random facts during the visit. (Did you know cows kill twenty-two people per year? That’s more than three times the number of deaths caused by sharks.)

And then Bentley listened to a heated rant about people ‘fearing things that they can’t domesticate only because it’s easier for egotistical half-wits to turn their willingly ignorant societies entirely against an animal than it is for them to swallow their pride and give it the respect it deserves,’ Which he struggled to keep up with but nodded through nonetheless.

After a while in the barn, they went back inside with their cache of leaves, spreading them out on the dining room table. Damian ripped them up and mixed them into cups of rubbing alcohol. Then they put coffee filters in the green sludge and set them aside, to wait for the colorful results.

Bentley didn’t think about his father for the rest of the day. Not an hour later when he and Damian were pleasantly surprised by the yellow and red filters, or at dinner when Dick was telling some drawn out story about breaking Bruce’s chandelier when he was nine. He didn’t even think about him when they settled in the den to watch a documentary about wolves, or when he went back up to his room to go to bed. He just lived.

And somehow, living felt a lot more real with the Waynes.

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I had a... Particularly exhausting day at work today. You know how it is in fast food 😅 I need mommy Baby Firefly comfort, and I want to offer you thoughts today. So imma drop this imagine here now that I've seen all three films.

Imagine that, after Otis and Foxy bail Baby out, but before they hit the road to Mexico, Baby insists they go to your workplace; [insert restaurant name]. She never forgot you in prison and knows you haven't forgotten her either, regardless if you visited her or not. She wants- no no, she needs to see you before she and her brothers go hide out. It's unclear how this visit will go, all things considering.

Maybe your coworkers will call the police. Maybe she'll have to kill a few assholes. You guys might be able to share one final meal together on your lunch break. You might barely have time for a bye-for-now fuck in the back. Who knows. But all that matters tonight is her walking in through those doors to see you, on the register or on the grill or in the back- wherever your position in the building is- and she gets to see her favorite person in the world for the first time in a long time.

Oh I do know how that can be. Keep an eye on your inbox.

This this this!! XDD Ah, I have definitely had my fair share of imagining F/O's coming by my workplace when its bad fantasies and I'm so excited and jazzed to see you have them too XDD

Baby thinking about you throughout her time in prison though!! Baby waiving at the camera whenever she's on TV and mouthing an excitable 'HI SARAH', tucking hair behind her ear and giving the camera eyes~ Baby getting out and immediately bouncing up to Otis and Foxy asking if they've checked on you, yet. Baby refusing to move and ignoring every word Otis says until he agrees to take her to you. Baby flirting all-fake with your boss to give you a long p a i d break and then turning around and being all real, with you. Baby not being able to leave you alone for that long break; playing with your hair with her bottom lip between her teeth, holding onto every word you say while nodding her head and twisting her own hair around her finger, and asking you to go with them with puppy dog eyes. Baby snapping at Otis or Foxy if they try to hurry her; vicious and feral. Baby not caring who's watching (Or, really, loving if people are watching actually) when she pulls you in for any slow and dirty kisses she gives you throughout the meeting. Baby just in general taking away all your stress and showing you she loves loves loves you ^^

This is such a good imagine XD I hope this helped you through your day!!

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#russa is gils twin in this au where he can have a twin and is very much like i dont kno these ppl im going to hang out wit my grandma & aul

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#5

russingon things ùwú:

- Maedhros can no longer raise his right arm above his shoulder since Thangorodrim, and when it gets particularly cold in Himring it makes his wounds seeze and ache. Fingon gives great massages.

- Since the Helcalaxe Fingon hates the cold. Any kind of cold. Has extra blankets all year round and has frost bite scars on his toes and fingers.

- He also used to eat like a starving dog as a kiddo but post crossing the ice he'll only eat like half his mean and either get the rest wrapped or stash bits of it on his person. Mae is not much different, though it mostly because he can't hold too big a portion. (Insert they undressing eachother and like a breadroll rolls out here, couple of hidden bits of bacon there.)

- Maedhros used to make beautiful armour, because Feanor insisted they know how to make it strong and beautiful especially post creation of the silmarils, but out sources now to Curufin. And Curufin gets like a new armour adornment for Fingon like every few months. Because Maedhros can still draw (better and better everyday with his left) And boy does he hate it. "My Lord Curufin there is a raven from Himring-" "Burn it. I swear if I have to make another set of armour for Fingon I'm chopping my hand off."

- In the brief moments of quiet they have together usually its Fingon playing his harp or a flute and Maedhros' scratchy singing.

124 notes • Posted 2021-03-31 19:25:51 GMT

#4

the lockdown was fruitfull now i have a new ship and guess what??? tragic old gays

125 notes • Posted 2021-03-08 22:55:42 GMT

#3

part 1 of the Fëanorian assholes in armour

closer to viking and european style armour for them for them. Caranthir especially bc of his time spent around men. Celegorm I feel like would try and stray away from any sort of metal armour because its too noisy. And in contrast Curufin would create fantastic works of art and wear beautiful armour to show off his skill stature and heritage.

140 notes • Posted 2021-03-26 10:03:45 GMT

#2

ah yes the sons of Feanor...

Twin 1, twin 2, finance, bastard jr, feral blond, beach hippy and the physical embodiment of internalised homophobia

146 notes • Posted 2021-08-05 22:36:28 GMT

#1

The 3Cs but make them Oath cursed 💀

262 notes • Posted 2021-09-27 17:15:52 GMT

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