#how he's so concerning and soft at first but after Matt being Matt he's just so done

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Matt Murdock, Everyone!

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metal | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: y/n got a few new piercings, and when her best friend matt asks to see them, she can't say no

warnings: smut; unprotected p in v (bad); oral (fem receiving); masturbation (m/f); phone sex; dirty talk; 18+

notes: hiii guys. i feel like tumblr's flakiest writer ever coming back on here every few weeks with a one-shot and telling u all im gonna be more consistent but then just not being consistent at all. i just started a new college program and it is taking up so (!!!!) much of my time, so ive been barely able to put any time towards writing for funsies. soooo it might take me a couple weeks to put out one shots (sad) while im in this program, but i swear im doing the best i can. i appreciate u all so so so so much, but matt girls this one is for u <33

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With a sigh of relief, I crawled into bed. It was late, and I was exhausted after a long day of dealing with family shit. The only thing that got me through my day listening to my dead-beat father come up with yet another excuse on why he no-showed at my birthday dinner was the promise that, at the end of the day, I would be able to curl up in bed and forget all of my problems. Now that time had come, and I couldn’t wait to turn on some trashy reality TV show and lose myself in their cushioned world for a little while.

Just as I started the show, I felt my phone vibrate beside me. For just a moment I was filled with dread — thinking that I would be once again pulled back into the drama that was my father — but once I saw the name at the top of my screen, I felt my body relax. Matt was calling.

Matt was my best friend, and he had been for years. Him and I met on the first day of school freshman year, and immediately became inseparable. He was the only person in my life who I ever felt comfortable around enough to truly open up to about my problems. There really wasn’t much in my life that he didn’t know, so of course I had told him last night that I was going to see my father, and of course that was why he was calling. Annoyingly, I felt a smile creep up on my face. I hated that I loved how involved he got with my problems; as if they were his own. I would never admit this to anyone, but it really helped because it made me feel less alone.

“Hey you.” I greeted him after accepting the call. “Hey Y/n.” His voice sounded familiar in my ear, and already it calmed the sea of bad thoughts crashing in my mind. “How did today go?” He asked, keeping his tone light. I knew though that if I could see his face, there would be faint lines of concern etched in his forehead. I sighed. “Exactly like I knew it would. He gave me an insincere apology and weak excuse the way he always does.” Matt stayed silent on the other side of the call, allowing me the time to tell him as much as I wanted. His soft breathing through the speaker, however, comforted me and let me know that he was listening.

“He smelled like a distillery and couldn’t stop slurring his words, yet he was still trying to tell me that he hadn’t drank all week.” I heard my voice weaken, and I hated that I felt a lump forming in my throat over the situation. I hated that I cared, and I definitely didn’t want anyone to know that I did; even Matt. But of course, he knew anyways. I heard an empathetic sigh through the phone. “I’m sorry, Y/n.” I rolled my eyes, doing everything I could to keep the tears from falling. “It’s whatever. It’s not like I’m really losing much, but I did tell him that I’m done for good.” I forced my words to come out smooth, like I didn’t care. And I didn’t, not really.

“That must have been really hard, Y/n. I’m really sorry.” Matt’s words were sincere, and they caused the lump in my throat to grow even bigger. I forced out a laugh to keep my other emotions at bay. “Don’t be sorry. It’s better this way. Maybe now I can finally have peace in my crazy life.” There was silence on the line, and I knew it was because Matt wanted me to go deeper about my feelings, but I couldn’t handle much more tonight.

“Anyways,” I started, blinking away my tears and plastering a corny smile on my face as if Matt could even see it, “How have you been? We haven’t talked much over the past week.” At the change of subject, Matt picked up on my disinterest in the topic of my father, and like the best friend he is, transitioned into our new topic smoothly. “I’ve been good, been working a lot but it’s been on exciting things. What have you been up to? You know, besides today?” I chuckled softly.

“Honestly not much besides work. My boss has been really stressed out since the end of last quarter so I’ve been coming into the office early and staying well past five every day.” I paused, staring up at my ceiling trying to think if there was anything exciting I could tell Matt. Suddenly, I remembered that there actually was something that I had done that was more interesting than just working late all week. “Oh! I also got some new piercings last week.” It was Matt’s turn to chuckle.

“Y/n, how the fuck did you fit more piercings on your body?” I laughed. He was right, both of my ears were filled with every piercing imaginable, and I also had my nose, tongue, and belly button pierced. I had already told him that I would never get anymore facial piercings, and I certainly didn’t have much room on my ears to get more, so I understood his confusion entirely. “Do you want to guess where they are?” I teased, feeling relieved to have something to talk about that didn’t make be absolutely miserable for once. “Sure,” I heard what sounded like a blanket rubbing against the speaker, and I assumed that Matt was now getting comfortable in bed, also seemingly enjoying the light-hearted conversation, “But can I get some hints?”

“Sure,” I replied, “You can ask me three questions.” I heard him smile through the phone. “Okay…” There was a pause as he came up with his first question. “How many did you get?” Without hesitation, I was able to respond. “I got three.” There was another pause, and then. “Are two of them a part of a pair?” I laughed at Matt’s not-so-subtle guess. I had told him months ago that I had been wanting to get a certain pair of piercings for a while, and I knew he was thinking of that exact conversation. “Yes they are.” I replied, and there was a dramatic gasp on the line. “Ouch, you actually got your nipples pierced?” His voice was laced with playful concern, and something else. Intrigue?

“Okay okay, you got two out of the three. One more question left.” I encouraged him. If he was shocked about my nipple piercings, I couldn’t wait to hear his reaction to the third. He was silent again for a moment, surely confused by the third piercing. Nipple piercings weren’t that outlandish for me, and he knew that, but this last one is sure to blow his mind. “Oh god, I don’t know. Is it another body piercing?” His tone sounded so helpless, and I knew he really didn’t have a clue. “It is, yes.” I did my best to contain my laughter at this point, not wanting to give it away.

“Is it a second belly button piercing?” The guess was weak, and by the tone of his voice he knew it. “Nope.” I replied, biting my nails in anticipation. He was once again silent on the phone, and I knew he was officially running out of ideas. After a moment, I decided to give him one last hint. “Think lower.”

A new silence poured from the phone. Before, there was the silence of deep thought. Now, there was a heavier silence that let me know he finally put it together in his head. Below your belly button, there aren’t many places you can get pierced. He knew that just as much as I did. But I didn’t know if his silence meant he was just shocked, or if he was genuinely disappointed in me. For the first time since becoming friends with Matt, I felt nervous that maybe I had gone too far.

“You’re serious?” He asked, finally breaking his silence, and I couldn’t help but release a short, nervous laugh. “Yeah. Why? Did I just delve too far into the daddy-issues stereotype?” I tried to keep my tone humorous, but inside I was actually worried that was true. Did he think I was weird now? Or did the fact that I had a piece of metal pierced atop my bundle of nerves immediately turn me into some dirty whore in his eyes?

“No! Jesus, no Y/n.” His rushed words put a pause on my spiralling thoughts, and I felt myself relax slightly. “It’s just,” In that moment, I wished that I could see his face. At least then I would have better odds of being able to read him instead of just waiting helplessly on the other side of the phone. He was struggling to find the words he wanted to say, and in my mind that meant he was getting ready to give me some sort of lecture. It wasn’t something that he was in the habit of doing, but I had also never done anything as shocking as this before. I began to prepare myself for this lecture, and come up with explanations and excuses for what I had done, when his hesitant words stopped me in my tracks.

“Can I see them?”

I stared at my phone for a second, unsure if I was just hearing things. “You want to see them?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking, for clarification’s sake. I was shocked. Even with how close Matt and I are, we had never ever seen each other naked. In fact, there had been no physical intimacy between us other than platonic cuddles every once in a while. I would be lying, though, if I denied ever having moments of weakness. There had been times, when we would have sleepovers after tough days and the heat of Matt’s comforting body pressed against me, where I had wanted to throw all logic aside and press my lips to his. But I never would have done it. Matt wasn’t exactly known for his boldness, and I feared that my bad habit of being spontaneous would absolutely destroy our friendship. But now, he had me questioning all of that.

“I’m curious.” He replied, his tone nonchalant. I still couldn’t tell if he was being serious, and I felt like a deer in headlights. Just as I was about to tell him to stop fucking around, my screen lit up with a Facetime call from Matt. My stomach did a flip. “You gonna pick up?” His voice made me jump, but I cleared my throat and hit accept.

Suddenly, Matt’s face filled my screen. He was in his bed, the only light in his room seeming to come from a faint source; likely his computer screen. His face was so familiar, and the smile he sent me so comforting, that I immediately felt more at ease than I felt before. “Hey.” He said gently, and I laughed at the ridiculousness of this moment. “Hey” I replied before shifting my position in bed nervously. “So you were serious?” I asked awkwardly, and he nodded. “If you’re okay with it, obviously.” I took a deep breath. I was okay with it, of course, but it was just so out of the norm for us that I felt shell shocked.

“I’ll show you nipples first.” I said, sitting up in my bed before grabbing the bottom hem of my oversized t-shirt. I positioned my phone in front of my still-clothed chest, and watched his face on the screen. He laid naturally in bed, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but the way his dilated blue eyes were glued to the screen I could tell that he was feeling the same kind of anticipation that I was. Slowly, I finally lifted my shirt up over my chest; allowing him a full view of my new piercings.

I intentionally left the shirt up to block my own vision, because I couldn’t handle watching him stare at my tits for the first time. In the dark, all I heard was silence for what felt like forever, and I got worried that I had somehow lost him. Cautiously, I pulled my t-shirt away from my eyes, and glanced at him on the screen. He was staring intently; I could see his eyes move from one tit to the other every few seconds, and there was a slight grin across his face. “Wow.” He said finally, still taking them in. “Those are sick piercings.” I stifled a laugh at the fact that he was still trying to act like it was all just about the piercings, and that there weren’t two tits attached to the metal. “Thanks.” I replied, a small chuckle still evident in my voice.

I allowed him a few more seconds of shameless staring before speaking again. “You ready for the third?” I watched as he blinked a few times and took a deep breath. “I can’t wait.” He replied, causing my stomach to do another flip. I brought the phone back up to my face as I laid back down, smiling at him nervously as I pulled my comforter off my lower body. I was only wearing a pair of panties, so I already felt shy when I positioned my phone in between my legs. I used the front camera still, hoping that it would allow him a better view, but hated that you could still see the lower part of my face.

Matt hadn’t moved in his bed since I looked at him last. In fact, it almost looked like his image was frozen. His eyes were still glued to the screen, and he seemed to be barely blinking; as if he was scared that if he did, he would miss it entirely. “Okay, ready?” I asked, using the hand that wasn’t holding the phone steady to grab onto the side of my panties. Even in the almost-dark of his room, I could see him gulp before nodding his head. “Ready.” He replied.

Slowly, I hooked a finger under my panties, and pulled them to the side. In the blink of an eye, all of me had been revealed to Matt through a screen inches away from my core. My eyes veered back and forth from myself in the phone and Matt’s expression. I could see the shiny metal glitter against my pink clit, and watched as Matt visibly struggled to keep his composure. Neither of us spoke for a moment, and I felt myself begin to tremble under his shameless stare. I grew nervous, then, that my body would begin to give away how suddenly aroused I became under his eyes. My core was flooding with heat, and I knew that I was beginning to grow slick with my wetness.

“Does it hurt?” He finally spoke, but his voice had changed drastically since I had last heard it. It had dropped nearly a whole octave, and there was a sort of breathlessness to it that was foreign to me. It was the voice of arousal, and that knowledge was enough to drive me crazy. “N-no, it doesn’t,” I replied, using all the strength in me to not squeeze my legs together to relieve some of the pressure flooding my core. “It’s been a week, and these sorts of piercings heal really quick surprisingly. I can touch it and everything.” My last sentence fell from my mouth thoughtlessly, and I immediately felt my cheeks grow hot at my accidental boldness. That didn’t last long, though, because Matt’s next words pulled all that heat right back to where it was before.

“So touch it then.”

It was like all the sense was knocked out of me from his words. I would have thought that my instinct would have been to laugh and roll my eyes before telling Matt to knock it off, but the seriousness of his tone, the sharp blue of his piercing eyes, and gruffness of his voice caused my brain to shut off. Immediately, my hand traveled to my bud, where I began to slowly play with the metal. Although I had been telling the truth when I told Matt that it was fully healed, I hadn’t yet touched myself in this way since getting it pierced, and the new sensation immediately sent pleasurable shock waves through my body. As I began to slowly rub my clit, the metal added a new level of pressure to the nerves that — combined with the adrenaline that came from doing this in front of my best friend for the first time — caused me to throw my head back against my pillows.

“Tell me how it feels.” Matt’s deep voice filled the space around me in a way that made me feel even more erotic, and I released a soft moan. “I-It feels good.” I replied breathlessly, my fingers beginning to move quicker as I squeezed my eyes shut in pleasure. “Better than before?” His question came out slightly choppy, and through the phone speaker I heard the rhythmic shuffling of his comforter. “Y-yes. Much better.” I managed to reply, the thought of what he was doing to himself on the other side of the screen pushing me closer to the edge.

“Look at me.” He commanded, and without hesitation I lifted my head up; looking at him through the screen. He could only see the lower half of my face, but I could see all of his. As I continued toying with myself, I watched him through fluttering eyelashes. Although his face had not changed much — besides the darkening of his pupils and the faint accumulation of sweat on his brow — the repetitive movement of his bicep at the corner of the screen told me everything that I needed to know. “You look so good.” He complimented me, his voice low and gravelly. I moaned in response, rolling my hips slowly as I began to grow antsy with a need that I knew I couldn’t fulfill myself.

The pleasure was growing like a balloon deep inside of me, but my own fingers weren’t enough to reach it. Not now; not when I have a beautiful man that I trust more than anyone else watching me with that dangerously erotic gaze. Just like Matt knows everything about me, I know everything about him. And so I know that, in this moment, he wants the same thing that I do. That’s why I didn’t feel any unease or hesitation when I drew my fingers away from my clit, ran them achingly slow along the rest of my heat, and spoke.

“Please come over Matt.”

It was a request that I had made to him countless times. Those times I was usually close to tears after a long day of dealing with the shitty cards I had been handed in the family department. I needed him then, like I need him now. In those times he never ever hesitated, and this time was no different. In one swift motion, I watched through the screen as Matt lifted himself out of his bed, threw on a t-shirt, and grabbed his keys off the bedside table. “I’ll be there in ten.” Just like my request, his response was the same as always. As I told him to drive safe before hanging up the call, I felt my body vibrate in a way it never had before. I pulled my hand out of my panties and waited in desperate anticipation for the familiar sound of his car pulling into my driveway.

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Matt arrived at my place in eight minutes, and as soon as I saw his headlights through my window, I sprung out of bed and raced to the door. There was no nervousness, no reluctancy, no questioning whether or not we were making a big mistake; all I knew was that I needed his hands on my burning skin desperately.

I flung the door open before he even had a chance to knock, but Matt didn’t hesitate before pulling me into him and engulfing my mouth with his own. Although we had never kissed before, it wasn’t shock that I felt in that moment; it was the melting satisfaction of familiarity. I practically collapsed in his arms as his mouth moved against mine as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, and relished in the feeling of his hands travelling wildly across my aching body at last.

As he held me gently against the wall, I felt his hardened member press against my core, and I shuddered in pleasurable frustration. In that moment, I could have lost all self control — pulled his pants and boxers down in one movement and slipped his cock into my aching core right then and there — if he hadn’t grabbed onto my ass and lifted me off of the ground. Without removing his lips from mine, he carried me past my entrance way and all the way into my dark bedroom as if he had memorized every square inch of my place.

As he continued to kiss me with hungry desire, he paradoxically draped my body gently against my bed. Leaning over me, his mouth refused to leave mine and his tongue begged me for entrance. I obliged, and our tongues swirled together with comfort; as if they were old friends. The sound of our heavy breathing filled my head, and I ran my hands along his body; allowing myself to feel him in a way I never had before. Each part of him felt familiar — his back, his arms, his stomach — but each new part of him I touched set off sparks of electricity under my fingertips. This was real, and this was good.

It was only after I began toying with the waistband of his pants, and he the hem of my shirt, that our lips separated and we really looked at each other since the moment he arrived. Both of our chests were heaving as we tried to catch our breath, and I gazed up at his darkened eyes for what felt like forever, until a soft smile crept onto his swollen lips. “Hi.” He said, and I released a short laugh realizing that this was the first word either one of us had said to the other since hanging up the Facetime call. “Hey.” I replied, a smile matching his now etched onto my face.

“Can I take this off?” He tugged on the bottom of my t-shirt, and I nodded. “Please.” I replied, feeling no shame in my clear desperation. Matt obliged, pulling the shirt up over my head and exposing the tits he had seen on Facetime not long before. There was a pause, and for the first time since we started all this I felt briefly insecure. That is, until I looked up to his face and saw his jaw physically dropped in awe. He looked like he had fallen into some sort of trance, and mindlessly brought his two gentle hands toward my hardened, pierced nipples. He ran a soft thumb against each piercing, and I hissed at the deliciously taunting sensation.

“Do these ones hurt at all?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, but his eyes never left my chest. “These ones do a little, yeah.” I replied, to which his eyes finally fluttered up to my face with slight concern. “But it’s really not that bad.” I added, reassuring him out of fear that he might suddenly not want to continue. This seemed to help, as his eyes made their way back to my chest before his body suddenly began tilting forward. He leaned above my chest, really only centimetres away, and I watched as he placed two small, unbelievably gentle kisses against each hardened nipple. The ecstasy I felt in that moment caused me to release a soft moan, and goosebumps spread across my skin like wildfire, and I suddenly realized that I needed him more than ever.

As if reading my mind, his mouth then began moving slowly down my writhing body. He took his time on my sternum, then the skin below my belly button, then my hip bones, and I felt like I could explode. My hands flew to his hair and I subconsciously tugged at its base in decadent frustration. And then slowly, so, so, slowly, Matt began dragging my soaked panties down my legs. I felt like I could crumble under his gaze, but his eyes never left my newly exposed core. Blinking ever so slowly, he dropped to his knees and grabbed my shaky legs to part them. Once he did, I watched as he groaned softly at what he saw.

I knew without having to look that I was literally dripping from arousal, and that hunch was confirmed when Matt took one finger and dragged it along my slit; collecting the overabundance of fluid. He didn’t even take his eyes off of my centre, he just brought his wet finger to his mouth and wrapped his lips around it; so transfixed by what he saw in front of him that he didn’t even care to make a scene of tasting me for the first time. I had never felt more glorious than I did in that moment, and it was so overwhelming that I could have came just from sight alone.

Slowly, Matt’s mouth inched closer and closer to my clit, before he carefully wrapped his lips around it. Upon the first contact of his warm tongue playing with the cool metal of my piercing, I was hit with a powerful wave of pleasure that shook my whole body. As he picked up speed, swirling and sucking my bundle of nerves, I couldn’t control the sounds that fell from my lips. Moans of pleasure, pain, and anticipation filled the room, and they only seemed to draw similar ones from Matt.

Matt slid two fingers into me with ease, and began pumping them in and out in rhythm with the movements of his tongue. His fingers were curled up to just the place I needed them to be, and I felt what was left of my sanity begin to crumble as I approached an orgasm. The orgasm that I had been desperately needing since our Facetime call. It’s impending presence had taken control of my mind for what felt like forever, and now it was finally threatening to take control of my entire body. Yet, still, I needed more.

Quickly, before the first waves could crash, I pulled Matt’s face away. Immediately, his blissed-out expression quickly changed to one of concern, but before he had the chance to speak, my desperate voice filled the room. “Please Matt, I want to cum with you.” His features softened before understanding flashed in his eyes. Without saying a word, he stood up and began unzipping his pants. I waited in anticipation, watching with hungry eyes as his painfully hard member sprung free from his boxers. Once he had fully discarded his clothes, he leaned down and kissed me so deeply that I saw stars. His mouth tasted like me, and I couldn’t help but slip my tongue past his lips; intoxicated by the combination of me and him on my tastebuds.

I felt his naked member press against my core and I shuddered from pure lust. I was so engulfed in the intensity that I was afraid I would fall into pieces as soon as he slid into me. Breaking the kiss, Matt straightened himself out and grabbed my legs before placing them on either side of his waist. The two pieces of us that needed each other the most right now were just inches from one another. My eyes fell between my legs, and I watched in euphoric awe as Matt grabbed his swollen member, lined it up with my centre, and slowly pushed into me. His movements were so torturously, deliciously slow, my eyes rolled and my head fell back onto the mattress.

On each slow roll of his hips, his cock slammed into my g-spot and made my vision go spotty. I held onto his flexed shoulders like I was drowning and they were my life raft, and I released harsh guttural moans each time my walls stretched; welcoming him graciously. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Matt’s raspy voice fluttered my stomach, and I opened my eyes to come face-to-face with him. He was staring down at my contorted face with a look filled with nothing but pleasure and adoration. His flushed cheeks and dark pink lips gave him a look that bordered on innocent, but there was a certain hint of hard focus in the depths of his ocean eyes that told me he was feeling as good as I was.

Each time he thrusted into me, the soft crest of his pelvis brushed ever so lightly against my new piercing; granting me a new form of pleasure that I had never experienced before. I had been told by other people that the piercing can be intense during sex, but I had underestimated just how intense it would be. I had no sense of control as Matt’s cock continued to drive into me, and I couldn’t help but vocalize how he was making me feel.

“J-just like that Matt, fuck!”

“Your c-cock fills me s-so go-od!”

“H-harder, please baby!”

At my last statement, Matt showed he was listening by suddenly slamming into me harder and faster than I had ever felt before. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them tightly around his waist, and as I arched my back in pleasure he draped one of his arms around it and used the other to hold my jaw; brushing it lightly with his thumb to ensure me that his gentleness had not completely disappeared. His breathing quickly grew more and more rapid, and deep grunts fell from his mouth every few seconds.

I was hit with shockwaves of pleasure upon each of his thrusts, and I knew that my orgasm was closer than ever. I dug my nails into his back and tightened my legs around him in a desperate and subconscious attempt at getting as close as possible to him, and it was clear that there was no stopping the orgasm that was bubbling inside of me. “G-gonna cum Matt.” I squeaked out, rolling my hips up slightly deepen his thrusts even more. “Good girl, want me to cum with you?” His words were in my ear, and even the dampness that his mouth made against my skin added to my unraveling euphoria. Beyond the point of being able to speak correctly, I simply nodded my head frantically.

As I did, Matt released the deep moan that pushed me over the edge. My orgasm took control of every cell in my body, and I cried out in overwhelming pleasure as it tore me to shreds. I felt my body stiffen so much that I was practically lifting off of the bed, and my walls pulsed intensely as I squirted violently all over Matt. Just then, I felt Matt’s body stiffen above me, and his movements became a whisper as he cursed into my ear. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” His moans rang in my ear with each of his weak thrusts, and I felt his twitching cock paint my walls white as he came undone in unison with me.

Eventually, his body stilled completely, and he rested above me as we both caught our breaths and came down from our highs. His cock slipped out of me, and I immediately felt cold and empty in its absence. After a few moments, Matt lifted his head from my shoulder and gazed at me with a soft smile on his face.

“Damn.”

“I know.”

”I mean, that was-”

“I know.”

We continued to stare at each other, both with matching smiles on our faces, until I dissolved into childish giggles.

“What?” Matt asked, unable to keep himself from laughing as well. “What?” He asked again, nudging my shoulder gently as I giggled. “I mean come on,” I continued to laugh, “That was crazy. Don’t you think it was crazy?” I looked at him, starting to feel the first hints of regret now that it was over and we had to go back to being friends. “I don’t think it was crazy.” He replied simply, before bringing his lips back to mine. This kiss was different than the other ones we shared tonight, though. There was no hunger, no lust. There was just love.

He pulled away after only a few moments, and I looked back at him with what I was sure was confusion all over my face. “I have never felt less crazy in my life than I’ve felt tonight.” Matt continued, and I felt my stomach flutter, “Tonight, everything finally feels right.” I felt a bashful smile form on my lips. I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the exact same way. “So,” I started, unsure of how to maneuver this, “What now?” Matt got up.

“Well,” He began, grabbing his discarded t-shirt and using it to gently clean me up, “It’s late and you’ve had a long day, so I think we should get some sleep.” I propped myself up on my shoulders and watched as he began to clean himself next. “And then when we wake up tomorrow, we’ll go get some breakfast and talk about what we both want.” He walked into my adjacent bathroom and started the shower, the way he has done a thousand times before, before walking back to where I was and helping me off the bed.

Once I was on my feet, he placed another gentle kiss against my lips, and I felt my insides melt at the comfort of his touch. “But if I’m being completely honest, which you know I always am, I think we both already know we want the same thing.” I looked up at him through nervous eyelashes, and had to chew my bottom lip to stifle the massive smile that was threatening to take over my mouth. Matt had no problem showing his huge smile, and he tilted his head quizzically in my silence. “Am I right?” He asked, and instead of responding with words, I leaned up and placed a kiss of my own on his lips.

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[evie-sturns]

𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘥 - 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰

summary: when you and matt first started dating, you made a rule, that you two would never go to sleep mad at each other, but tonight a heated argument breaks that rule.

warnings: arguing, angst?, crying, swearing, fluff.

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me and matt don't fight often, in our 4 months of being together we've only bickered, aside from the odd big argument. we always make up by the end of the day because of our rule. never fall asleep angry with each other.

9:48pm

"matt i promise, i didn't mean to." i sigh, i'm exhausted after our arguing, which has been going on for 45 minutes.

"you didn't mean to search my phone, im sure." he scoffs, grabbing his phone and checking the time.

"i fucking didn't matt, your phone was being spammed every 2 seconds so i picked it up, then you came in, its not my fault it looked different from how it actually was."

i say, my voice raising as i go to walk away, but matt grabs my wrist, yanking me back towards him. "so all the other apps that had been opened weren't you hm?"

he says glaring down at me, matt never loosens his painful grip, i don't think he even realises he's hurting me. his rings leave red marks on my arm.

"im going to sleep matthew." i say, my voice barely audible and wobbling.

matt's grip softens, allowing me to pull away.

i run upstairs, slamming the door to the bedroom behind me as i hold back my tears.

i rarely cry, matt's only seen me cry a handful of times meaning its a shock for him each time i do.

i strip down to just a tank top and panties before crawling into bed, shutting my eyes, hoping to sleep off the built-up frustration inside me.

just as i feel myself drifting to sleep the door swings open, followed by matt's angry stomps. he rips down the covers and plops himself in, before yanking them back up.

after a few minutes i roll over, matts back is facing me. i reach out a hand to grab his, he pushes me off. "dude don't fucking touch me?" matt says, somehow moving further away from me.

that'll do it.

i climb out of bed, grabbing my pillow as i walk over to the small basket in the corner of our room, filled with blankets from our previous movie nights. i pull up a blanket into my arms as tears fill my waterline. matt flicks on the lamp which rests on our bedside table, a warm yellow light fills the room.

"what the fuck are you doing this time." matt says, squinting his eyes.

i erupt into sobs, my face scrunching as tears soak my face. through my blurred vision, i can partially see concern and worry painted across matts face. i have a pillow under my arm, a blanket in my other and im clutching matts pug stuffed animal, which we share now.

i walk out of the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind me before sprinting downstairs, i place my pillow down on the small couch, and lay down, pulling the grey blanket over me and cuddling the pug to my chest, which shortly gets damp from my tears.

11:34pm

i dont know how long ive been asleep, or even where i am, but i'm woken up from matts arms around me, holding me in a bridal position. "matt..?" i say, looking up at him through my swollen eyes.

"i know gorgeous, theres no heating down here its too cold for you sweetheart." matt says, his voice soft and quiet.

my eyebrows furrow, did we even fight? or did i dream it? i look down at my wrist, which is red from where matt grabbed me earlier,

we fought.

matt carries me upstairs, his grip on me is so gentle i cant even comprehend how I'm being held up right now.

he opens our bedroom door with his elbow, the room is pristine, cleaner than I've ever seen it. "why is it so tidy in here.." i squeeze out, my voice raspy. matt clears his throat "oh-.. uh couldn't sleep so i cleaned.."

he pulls back the covers, readjusting the pillow with one hand before laying me down. "do you want me to come in the bed with you or are you happy by yourself.." matt says, his voice timid.

"you can come in.." i say, wide awake now and fully aware of everything thats happened in the past 3 hours.

matt lies down next to me, his body tense.

"im really sorry, i feel so guilty." matt says, tilting his head to look over at me. i nod, "it was my fault too." i say, fidgeting with my nails.

"no its not, i overreacted so much i don't even know what went over me, i regret it so much." matts voice shakes.

"i feel like shit for even touching you." matt says, "and i'm sorry for waking you up but i didnt want to break our rule.."

"huh?" i say, looking over at him, our eyes making eye contact.

"no going to bed angry with eachother.." he says with a small laugh.

i roll over to face him, a wide smile spread across my face. "oh matt.." i say, climbing ontop of him and laying down, burying my face on his shoulder and wrapping my arms around, underneath him.

he hugs me back with a sigh of relief, but somethings different,

"matt! where are your rings?" i say, sitting up on his torso and grabbing his hand.

"i couldn't even look at them without feeling guilty, i know they dug into your arm.."

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i love this i was in such a writey mood

[strniohoeee]

Voracious

Pairings: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader ⚠️SMUT⚠️

Synopsis: Matt has this weird obsession with being a predator and Y/N being a prey, but will she fall for it….

Warnings⚠️: ERMMM…..this is juicy smut so if you’re a child go to bed thank youuuuu. There’s spit, manhandling, use of the word slut, face smacking, throat grabbing, feral Matt….i feel like that’s it but bitch this was DIRTY😏

Song of the chapter: Tear You Apart- She Wants Revenge

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact⚠️

I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

I want to fucking tear you apart

Matt had this weird obsession with wanting to chase me around a wooded area like I was his prey. At first I humored him a little bit, laughing at this crazy idea, but when it wouldnt stop, and he started to constantly bring it up I got concerned.

“Matt no, I’m scared of the woods, and I do not want you chasing me” I told him

“Come on babe. It will be so much fun, I chase after you while you’re scared and aroused” he said back

“Why the fuck would I be turned on by this” I asked him

“Oh I didn’t tell you? Well see I’m the predator and youre the prey, and if I catch you I get to fuck you how I want” he responded. This sent a shiver down my spine, and weirdly I was turned on, but still very very scared.

This conversation happened about two months ago, and suddenly stopped, so I figured his little fantasy was over.

Matt and I had flown to Boston to visit his parents, and Nick and Chris had already been there for a week at this point.

Two days after being in Boston, Matt told me he had a surprise for me. He wanted to take me on a little vacation to get away. Of course I agreed because a vacation by ourselves was what we Needed.

I didn’t ask many questions, but once I started to realize we left a busy city and entered wooded areas I started to feel uneasy.

“Where are we going Matt?’’ I asked looking over at him

“It’s a surprise baby” he said looking over at me and smiling

“I’m getting a little nervous as there is no outside life here” I told him shifting in my seat

“Baby don’t worry okay” he said to me grabbing my hand

About 30 minutes later, and we had arrived to a cabin in the middle of the fucking woods.

“Matt what the fuck is this?’’ I asked in fear

“A cute cabin get away” he said nonchalantly

“No this is frightening” I said grabbing my bag, and walking to the front door

“Oh come on it’s literally so cute here” he said rolling his eyes

“Yeah maybe to a serial killer but not me” I told him as he opened the door and we walked in

“Y/N just enjoy this please” he said groaning

“But im scared” I said walking into the living room

“Oh my god! Do you hear that??” He asked me

“HEAR WHAT” I said jumping

“Absolute fucking silence” He said smuggly

“Oh you dick! You scared the shit out of me” I said smacking him lightly on the arm

“All that peaceful silence, that will soon be broken when I fuck the shit out of you” he said pulling me in to kiss me

“Matt you’re filthy” I said kissing him back

“Only for you” he responded

Matt and I had made dinner laughing and talking the whole time, and after we ate we sat on the couch for a while laughing some more. And we both decided to shower. The whole shower Matt was teasing me, but wouldn’t do a single thing and it was making me a little bit annoyed

Once we hopped out the shower and changed I had laid in the bed and Matt was out in the living room doing god knows what.

“Babyyyy I have a surprise,” he said, calling from the living room.

“Oh yeah what is it” I asked him

He walked into the bedroom and grabbed me

“Alright close your eyes and follow me” he said, and I shut my eyes letting him guide me

All of a sudden I felt a silk material wrap around my eyes

“Matt what’s going on” I asked him confused

“Shhh you’ll see” he said while letting his fingers brush against my back

“You’ve been such a good girl for me lately. Letting me tease you, and not asking for more” he said in my ear, sending chills down my spine

“I want to reward you for that, my good good girl deserves a reward doesn’t she?” He asked smacking my ass and then gripping it

“Oh my god…..” I let out immediately getting turned on

“Answer me baby” he said grabbing my waist and feeling up on me

“Yes Matt. I deserve it” I said sighing and throwing my head back a little bit

“I will give you exactly what you want, but first we play it my way” He said walking around to the front of me

“Umm okay” I said meekly

“You’re going to go outside and run. I’ll give you a 10 second head start, but if I catch you, which I will. I get to fuck you so hard you’re a weeping mess” he said

“Matt no! I’m not doing this” I said sternly

“No?? Oh no no baby. We’re not negotiating this” he said laughing

“How bad are you yearning to be fucked like a good slut” he asked me

“Matt…..” i told him in a warning like way

“Answer the fucking question” he said bluntly

“No” I told him

“If I put my hands down your pants right now you’re telling me you won’t be dripping for me?” He asked

“Can’t you fuck me normally” I asked him

“No I can not. So you’ll be listening to me” he barked at me

“Fine Matt let’s get this going. I want to be fucked already” I told him getting annoyed. He hummed in approval

He unlocked the front door and opened it, and then came over to me removing the cover from my eyes, and immediately I booked it out the front door.

I ran so fast into the wooded area hiding behind a big tree that I knew he hadn’t seen.

10 seconds later I hear his loud voice

“You better find a better spot because you’re making this too easy” he yelled

Slowly I started to walk deeper into the woods taking zig zag patterns. However I was starting to get more and more worried as it was really dark, and I could no longer see the house

“Oh Y/N” Matt said in a sing-song way that sent shivers down my spine. I heard him step on a branch, so I ran away from him again trying to keep my breathing steady. But it was becoming harder, as I was genuinely getting scared

As I was backing towards a tree I stepped on a twig, and the sound of it was enough to echo throughout the trees

“I think i got you” I heard Matt yell, but I couldn’t tell from what direction, and then it got really really quiet

I wanted to give up, and yell out to him because I was getting really really scared now. Just as I went to spin around the tree there stood Matt

“BOO” he said, and I jumped back screaming

“What’s the matter Y/N? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost” He said and immediately grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder

“MATTTTT STOPPP MATT” I started to yell

He smacked my ass to get me to keep silent as he walked us through the woods back to the house. Once we got back to the house he got us through the front door and slammed it shut. Walking us to the living room and dropping me to the floor

“I got my pretty girl now, didn’t I?” He asked with a scary look in his eye

“What are you going to do with me” I asked looking up at him

“Whatever I want to do, and you’re going to take it” he said

“Yes sir” I said still looking up at him

“Get on your knees now” he said, and I immediately got on my knees, he removed his shirt, and started to unbuckle his belt

“You’re gonna suck my cock like the dirty little whore you are” he said as he started to pull his pants down

“Yes whatever you want I’ll do” I said looking up at him from my lashes

“Open your mouth” he said, and when I did he leaned down a bit and spit into my mouth. “Swallow” he said and I did

“Good girl” he said petting my face, and then lightly smacking me

When he backed away he started to jerk himself off, and nodded his head for me to come closer. He spit down onto his own cock and continued to jerk himself off

“Come on baby use that pretty mouth of yours” he said, and with that I grabbed his dick putting it into my mouth, and immediately deep throating him

“Fuckkkkk” he said rolling his head back

I was bobbing my head up and down, and when I got to the tip I would suck extra hard. Matt was whimpering and moaning.

“Yeah just like that you’re doing so good” he told me as he grabbed the back of my head. I gagged a few times and the vibrations made Matt moan. That sound alone was making me so fucking wet.

Suddenly he pulled me off him. Kicking his pants off and roughly grabbing me. He lifted me up, and immediately pulled my shirt off of me, and then moved us over to the coffee table. He pushed me down to kneel infront of it, and then he kneeled behind me

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember your name” he said

“Please Matt, I need this” I said looking back at him. He pulled me in by my throat into a disgusting, sloppy, needy make out

He pushed me over the coffee table, sending everything falling to the floor. And immediately pulled my underwear down. Smacking my ass and then massaging it

“Mmm so fucking wet for me” he said looking at my glistening cunt, and I just moaned like a bitch in heat

“Please Matt I need you” I told him

He spread my legs a little further apart, and started to massage my clit rubbing my arousal everywhere

“Fuck MATT” I said from the sudden pleasure

He put his middle finger and his finger finger in his mouth, and then immediately inserted them into my pussy

“Oh my god” I said, shuddering. He started to finger me at a downwards motion towards the ground, and my legs started to shake

“Your pussy just takes any part of me so well” he said as I heard his fingers slide back into me at an ungodly paste

“Matt Matt I’m going to cum” I told him, and I wish I never did because he ripped his fingers out of me

“Not on my fingers baby” he said smacking my ass again

He leaned down towards my pussy and spat. This made me gasp and squirm. Slowly he ran his dick up and down spreading my arousal, and his spit everywhere

“Gonna take it like a good girl” he said before sliding into me

“Oh my god” I said with my back arching back like a cat

“Fuck” he sighs lightly slowly rocking into me. Allowing me to adjust to his size.

Within a minute Matt started to pound into me ruthlessly. Grabbing my arms back allowing my back to arch as he pound into me

“Matt fuck matt matt” I said clawing at his arms

“Shut up, and take it” he said breathing heavily

Continuing to pound into me non stop. He was drilling the fuck outta me, and all I could do was cry out like a bitch

“You’re so good to me baby” He said letting my arms go allowing me to lean over the table again

This time he grabbed my hips, and started to thrust into me harder and deeper

“Oh godddddd” I pounded almost crying out

Matt was above me grunting and moaning as his sweat started to drip down on me.

“Fuck Matt I’m so fucking close” I said gripping the wooden table. I’m sure there will be marks in it from how hard I was holding onto it

“Me too baby” he said, and immediately started to slam into me. Breathing extra hard than before. And the wooden table was digging into me in such a deliciously painful way

“MATTTT IM CUMMINGGG” I screamed out arching my back, and clenching down onto his cock shaking and trembling as I came all over his cock. His name falling from my mouth like a mantra. I leaned against the table limp and exhausted and in total bliss at the crazy orgasm I just had

Matt’s thrust be came deep and slow, and within three more thrust he was cumming deep inside me holding us together

“Fuck fuck fuck Y/N” he was moaning while slightly convulsing as his lowe abdomen contracted

After we caught our breath he pulled out allowing his cum and my cum to drop down onto his cock and lower stomach

“Fuck Matt. That was so fucking good” I said as he helped me off the floor, my knees immediately feeling like jello

“You’re so fucking good to me” he said kissing me while holding my chin

“Whatever weird ass fantasies you have please just tell me, because if it ends like this? I want more of it” I told him

He smirked at me and nodded his head biting his lip

“Lets get cleaned up baby” he said as we both walked to the bathroom to take a second shower of the night.

The night ended in us immediately knocking out after our shower because of how physically drained we were.

The End

Ouuuu hope you guys my lil cabin in the woods imagine. I have 8 more stories to write 🤭🤭 so let me stfu and get to typing. Once those are done I’ll probably open my requests up again💋

-J💅🏽

[freshsturns]

Chris smuttttttt

just what i needed.

- chris sturniolo x reader

a/n: ugh i’m so bad at writing i’m sorry this is horrible 😐 also such a random song but yk who cares..

warnings: smut, little swearing, pet names (baby), fingering.

summary: chris is having anxiety about work and you’re comforting him, something happens and so onnn… 😜

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me and chris are eating pizza we ordered about 20 mins ago at the dining table, until we hear a buzz come from chris’s phone. he picks up his phone seeing a text message from matt, the message reading “nick didn’t like the video we recorded yesterday he wants to re film it” chris sighs as he put his phone down taking a bite of his pepperoni pizza.

“what’s wrong baby?” i ask with a concerned look plastered on my face. he looks up from his plate giving me a pleading look. “i have to go film another video” he mumbles putting his pizza down and picking at his thumbs. i take my hand and place it on top of his interlocking our fingers as i ask “right now?”

“probably. let me check” chris takes his free hand and picks up the phone typing into matts chat. not long after he receives a message back “yes chris right now, hurry up and get to the garage”

“fuck sake..” i heard chris say under his breath standing up from the table and putting his shoes on. “it’s okay chris, go film il wait in your room for you” i say standing up after him placing my hand on his cheek and giving him a soft kiss and leaving the kitchen.

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as i watch rupauls drag race trying to get to where nick is, chris walks into his room hand on his chest and he shuts the door behind him and leans against it. i sit up from the bed pausing the tv “how was filming?” i smile. chris says nothing as he starts to pace around the room. “chris?” i say again thinking he didn’t hear me. “baby- i cant-” he begins being cut of by his breathing, “i cant- breathe-” he begins to panic.

chris has never had a panic attack before, i have them all the time. i know how to help after matt showed me how to calm them in elementary school, matt has them a lot too. “right chris i want you to listen to me,” i say calmly. i walk over to him taking his hand from his chest and walking him over to the edge of the bed “sit down for me.”

he sits at the edge of the bed looking up at me as he tries to catch his breath. i place his shaking hand on my chest “can you feel me breathe?” i ask him. “yes- baby- what’s happening” he says through breaths.

“just breath baby, feel how i breathe and copy,” i crouch down to look him in the eyes. he takes his hands and place them on my waist as he copy’s my breathing, inhaling and exhaling, inhaling and exhaling until his breathing slowly becomes more stable.

i sit down on his lap straddling him as he moves his hands under my shirt. “you okay?” i ask placing my hand on the back of his neck playing with his curls. he nods his head, “what was that, how did you know how to help?” he questions. “ a panic attack baby, i get them a lot. matt actually helped me when i had my first one” i say giving him a small smile and i move closer to his face brushing my lips against his.

chris hitches under me as he moves his hand further up my shirt and meets my boobs where he plays with my nipples. i re adjust myself on his lap making myself grind against him causing him to take a deep breath.

he takes his lips to mine and kisses me softly, his hands beginning to roam my body moving from my boobs to my waist to my thighs where he stops and squeezes. he deepens the kiss and slips his tongue into my mouth.

i moan into the kiss as i become eager for more, i grind my hips against his crotch making him groan at my actions. he pulls away from the kiss “so beautiful baby” he speaks hoarsely. he takes his hand off my thigh and unbuttons my jeans pulling them down and off my body, to which he throws them on the floor. taking his free hand he moves my thong to the side and he rubs his finger against my folds.

soft moans leave my mouth as he continues to rub me teasingly. “more” i whine. he nods at me slipping two fingers into me and begins pumping fast. my eyes roll to the back of my head as i put my head in the crook of his neck sucking on his skin.

as he pumps and curls his fingers inside of me all i can do is moan his name and grind his fingers while he watches me. “fuck” he mumbles as he hears my pretty sounds. curling his fingers and hitting the spot i loved most i begin to feel a knot in my stomach.

my walls tightened around his fingers as the knot gets more intense picking up his speed he continues to pump his fingers in and out. he takes his free hand and places it over my clit and begins rubbing in circles making my toes curl and head fall back.

after a while i release all over this fingers and his thighs moaning his name out load leaving a huge mess for us to clean up.

“that’s a good girl” chris says slowing down his pace as he kisses my forehead.

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requested by: @mattybswife sorry it took me a while to write this 😣

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Better Than Me

aegon x twin!male!oc (baelor)

Summary: Aegon and Baelor have a complicated relationship but care for each other deeply nonetheless. Baelor is Alicents favorite while Aegon feels like her punishment and she has never hidden this. 

Warnings: 18+ drinking, swearing, depression, alicent being a shitty mom!, handjob, jealous/hate/love/angry sex 

Authors Note: my first true mm and 3rd person pov!!, my bestie helped me come up with thiss, surprise this is angsty 🙂

Word Count: 2.7k

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Baelor hates when he walks past Aegons chambers and can hear him crying. Aegons soft sniffles break Baelors heart. He knocks softly on the door and hears him grumble and try to calm his breathing. Baelor pushes the door open and pops his head in. Aegon throws a blanket at Baelors face as he slips into the chambers. 

“Out,” his voice raw. “Brother.” he looks to him with resentment. “Out,” Aegon storms over to him with a flushed face pushing Baelor against the door. 

“Did she say something again?” he tries to search Aegons eyes but he’s pulling Baelor off the door and out it the next second. Baelor sighs starting down the hall. Servants nod to him as he begins to make his way down the steps. 

“My Prince,” Cole calls from behind. “Your mother would like a word.” Baelor turns to him with annoyed eyes and follows after him. The halls are barren as they slow before his mother’s chambers. 

“Thank you, Cole.” Baelor nods his head and enters seeing Alicent waiting in a chair in her solar. 

“How are you, my sweet boy?” she pulls him into a hug and he hates himself for how much comfort he can receive while his siblings receive scraps. 

“Aegon seems upset.” Baelor pulls back looking to his mother. She brushes back his dark locks and looks at him with soft eyes. When she looks at him she sees herself. She’s always been so gentle with Baelor and his siblings have always resented him for it. 

“Don’t worry about him.” Alicent shakes her head pressing her lips against his forehead. “How are you feeling?

“Cole said you needed me.” Baelor steps out of his mother’s reach and she frowns. 

“Is it a crime to want to see my son?” she shakes her head trying to understand why he’s being so short with her. 

“What of Aegon? He could use some comfort.” Baelor inhales deeply as he sees his mother’s eyes darken and her nostrils flare. 

“I’m sure he’ll find comfort in his cups or servants.” she sighs turning back to her chair. “Then you should go comfort him since you’re so concerned.” Alicent waves Baelor off and he scoffs leaving the chambers. 

Baelor finds himself in the wine cellar looking for a bottle he knows Aegon has loved since they were young boys. Baelor has never had a taste for such indulgences but he’s never faulted his twin for needing an escape. His fingers graze against the matte bottle and he grabs it making his way back to Aegons chambers. 

“Let me in, brother.” Baelor pounds on the door. 

“What?” Aegon rips the door open. 

“I brought wine.” Baelor shrugs lifting the bottle. 

“Come.” he pushes the door open for Baelor to enter. 

“You should let the servants pick up.” Baelor takes in the state of Aegons chambers. “It might make you feel better.” 

“It wouldn’t.” Aegon grabs the bottle from Baelors grasp and begins pouring two glasses. 

“Oh, I didn’t want any.” Baelor raises his hand wincing hoping this doesn’t upset him.

“Always better than me.” Aegon rolls his eyes downing one of the cups. 

“I didn’t say that.” Baelor scrunches his brows knowing this would be the outcome.

“You didn’t have to.” Aegon waves a hand at him downing the other glass. 

“Maybe you should slow down.” Baelor steps to Aegon and he barks out a laugh. 

“Gods you sound just like her. Mother’s perfect little Prince.” Aegon grabs the bottle bringing it further into his chambers. 

“Mother never comes to you, but I do.” Baelor follows him as he grabs more wine from his table. 

“Do not start.” Aegon turns pointing a finger at him. “I did not invite you in here to be ridiculed.” 

“Why did you invite me in, Aegon?” Baelor tilts his head and Aegon clenches his jaw. 

“You know why.” Aegons voice wavers. 

“Then come to the bed.” Baelor nods his head and Aegon sighs hating himself. Baelor crawls into bed and pats the space next to him. Aegon looks at the space begrudgingly and begins to crawl into the bed. Baelor pulls Aegon against his chest and smooths his hair back. 

“Do you think she would be happier if I was dead?” Aegons voice barely audible as he clings to his twin. 

“I hate when you talk like this.” Baelors voice cracks as he holds his brother tighter. “What brought this on today?” he tries to lift Aegons face but he holds on tightly to Baelors waist.

“Everyday is like this lately.” Aegon mumbles. 

“What can I do to make it better?” Baelors voice is soft as he tries to coax his brother to sit up and look at him. 

“Stay.” Aegon hates how broken he sounds as he continues to cling to him. 

“Of course I’ll stay.” Baelor wraps his arms around him tighter. 

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Aegon stumbles up the stairs from the wine cellar and looks around. Giggles and hiccups spill from his mouth as he starts in the direction of Baelor. He waves off the people in the hallway as his hands brush against the stone to steady himself. He smiles widely when he makes it to the correct door. 

“He said he doesn’t want to be disturbed, my prince.” Baelors guard places a hand on Aegons shoulder as he tries to push in. 

“I don’t care. Leave us.” Aegon shoves past the guard and slams the door behind him. 

“What are you doing?” Baelor groans annoyed putting his books down. He watches Aegon stumble over to him with furrowed brows and flushed cheeks. He stops in a huff in front of him and Baelor smiles up at him. 

“Saving you from being so boring, brother.” Aegon snaps the book shut and Baelor rises out of annoyance at losing his place. 

“Reading could do you well.” Baelor looks over Aegons drink lulled state. “Better than your cups.” he huffs opening his book up once more. He doesn’t mean for his words to come out so harshly.

“Mm, will you hate me now too?” Aegon chuckles draping across Baelors back.

“I could never.” Baelor relents brushing his fingers against one of Aegons arms. He knows he shouldn’t but he loves when Aegon is drunk and needy.

“Are you sure?” Aegons warm breath fans across Baelors neck. He loves to tease Baelor and watch his cheeks flush. 

“I’m sure.” Baelor leans back into him and Aegon chuckles against his neck. Aegon darts his tongue across Baelors neck and he groans. “What do you need, Aegon?” 

“Attention.” Aegon whines into his neck. 

“Let me finish my studies first.” Baelor steadies his voice. 

“No. Now.” Aegon bites down on Baelors neck and he groans gripping the table. 

“I will be done soon. Just go lay on the bed.” Baelor stands and turns. “And drink some water.” he looks over Aegon who is trying to press himself against Baelor. 

“What do I get if I listen?” Aegon smirks watching Baelor blush. 

“You’ll have to wait and find out.” Baelor nods him to the bed before he turns back to his book. Aegon groans dragging his feet to the bed. He sprawls out looking to Baelor who is paying him no mind. Aegon sighs out loudly again and Baelor bites his lip trying to stifle his laugh. 

“Seriously?” Aegon pouts from the bed trying to get Baelor to turn around. 

“Keep yourself entertained.” Baelor tosses back to Aegon and he groans burying his head in the pillows. He holds against a pillow and inhales deeply. He hugs it to him and lets the smell of Baelor take over his senses. He starts to let his mind drift as he cuddles into the pillows and blankets. 

Baelor peeks over his shoulder and smiles happily as he sees Aegon curled up in his bed. He turns back to his book content to know that Aegon is safe and accounted for. He spends the next hour finishing up his studies before he joins Aegon in bed. Baelor closes his book and adds it back to the tower before he walks silently over to the bed. He smiles seeing his brother so peaceful for once. He curls his body around Aegons and holds him as he falls asleep with him. 

“Wake up.” Aegon pouts into Baelors neck as he slowly starts to stir. 

“You fell asleep first.” Baelor groans holding Aegon against him. 

“I don’t care.” Aegon places kisses across Baelors neck. Baelor sighs tilting his head wanting to give him more access. 

“I didn’t want to wake you. You were so content.” Baelor hums as Aegon trails his hands around his chest. 

“I think I would also be content with my cock in your hand.” Aegon grinds against Baelor. 

“Must you always talk like that?” Baelor grunts bucking up and flipping them over. No matter how many times they tumble in each other’s bed Baelor never gets used to Aegons dirty mouth. 

“Then make me be quiet.” Aegon taunts and Baelor smashes their lips together. Aegon melts into the kiss and pulls Baelor down closer to him. 

“You sound so needy.” Baelor pushes his chest down to the bed. “Kiss me. Pay attention to me. Squeeze my cock.” Aegon whimpers at Baelors mocking tone. 

“Baelor please,” Aegon bucks his hips up and Baelor shakes his head. 

“Exactly my point.” he chuckles against Aegons mouth. He pulls the laces of Aegons trousers loose and pushes his hand in. Baelor wraps his hand around Aegons length and swipes his thumb across his leaking tip. “Tell me how it feels.” Baelors words a command not a question and Aegons eyes screw shut. 

“Start moving your hand.” Aegon jerks his hips into Baelors hands and he chuckles. Baelor squeezes around his tip and Aegon lets out a strangled cry. Baelors deft fingers collect his precome and slides it down Aegons throbbing shaft. “Fuck, Baelor,” he jerks his hips up. 

“Always so desperate.” Baelor chuckles against Aegons lips before he encases them. Baelor loves the way Aegon pours everything into him as he squirms beneath him. Aegon shivers under Baelors touch as he starts to move his hand faster. Baelor bites down on Aegons lip how he knows he likes and Aegon gasps jerking beneath him. 

“Baelor, please,” Aegon whines while Baelor starts to pump him quickly. His stomach tightens and Baelor squeezes his fingers tighter around him and he starts to burst across Baelors hand. “Fuck, please,” Aegon trembles beneath him as Baelors hand starts to slow. 

“Now go back to bed.” Baelor mumbles against Aegons mouth. 

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Alicent looks to the ceiling as she tries to collect her thoughts. She never understood what she did to deserve a son like Aegon. No amount of help or yelling will change him and she’s given up on him. 

“Why can’t you be more like Baelor?” Alicent sighs to Aegon as she shakes her head. Baelor could never be replaced by any of her children. He was hers and hers alone.

“No one will ever live up to your perfect Baelor.” Aegons voice cracks. “I will never be what you want. You’ll never love me.” his eyes slide to Alicents and she looks at him as if she would like to be anywhere else. 

“Gods know I tried Aegon. You’re impossible.” she looks him over before storming out of his chambers. A sob tears through him once he’s alone and he buries his head in his hands. Aegon grabs the closest glass near him and shatters it against the wall. 

“Aegon,” Baelors voice alights Aegons anger anew. 

“Perfect fucking Baelor. Mothers favorite. Mother’s only son.” Aegon spits the words to his twin. “What do you want?” he fists Baelors tunic.

“To make you feel better.” Baelor keeps his voice small. He tries not to look at Aegon with sadness but he knows he’s failing at the way Aegons nostrils flare. 

“So you pity me.” Aegon confirms shaking his head and turning. “I don’t want your fucking pity. Stop looking at me like I’m broken.” he berates himself as his voice cracks. “I can make you hate me too.” Aegon pushes Baelor face first onto the bed and Baelor looks over his shoulder. 

“Do whatever you need to. I could never hate you.” Baelor searches Aegons eyes. He nods his head softly and Aegon just pushes his head back into the pillows as he hovers above him. 

“Stop looking at me like that.” Aegon grits through his teeth. 

“I love you, Aegon.” Baelor mumbles against the pillow. He feels Aegons fingers grip against his hip roughly. 

“Stop.” he brings his other hand to push Baelors head further into the bed. “Stop lying.” Aegons mind feels like it’s breaking and he loses it the second he feels tears fall down his cheeks. 

“I hate you.” Aegon sobs and Baelor tries to turn his head to look at his twin. “I fucking hate you, Baelor.” he pushes Baelors head down before releasing it and harshly pulling down his trousers. Baelor gasps biting his lip as Aegon pulls his trousers the rest of the way off. Aegon pushes off of the bed grabbing the oil from his table and pours it generously on Baelors hole. He watches it drip down with heavy lids as Baelor moans into the pillow. 

“Be quiet.” Aegon growls pushing a single finger in. Baelors eyes close as he relaxes around his finger as he starts to pump it. Aegon trickles more oil as he slips in a second and Baelor sighs pushing back. Aegon slides his other hand between Baelors legs and slides his oiled hand down his hardened length. 

“Aegon,” Baelors voice is wrecked as Aegon showers him with pleasure. Baelor doesn’t know whether to stay quiet or show Aegon how good he’s doing. Aegon pushes in a third finger pumping quickly as he squeezes around Baelors tip. “Fuck me,” the words spill out of Baelors mouth and Aegon removes his hands from Baelor leaving him arched and needing. 

“I said be quiet.” Aegon grunts pushing into Baelor. Aegon groans as he settles slowly grinding his hips. Baelors breath is knocked from his lungs and his arms collapse into the bed. Aegon starts to push into him harshly and Baelors knees threaten to give out. 

“Aegon,” the name slips from Baelors mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll send you out of my chambers as you are now.” Aegon snaps his hips into Baelor. “Cock leaking and fucked out. Wonder what mother would think of her perfect boy then?” he chuckles and Baelor fists the sheets around him. Aegons hand travels around Baelors front and squeezes against Baelors wanting length. Baelor explodes in his hand with his head buried in the pillow. Baelor has tears pricking at his eyes as Aegon continues to push into him.

“Now just lay here and take it.” Aegon releases Baelors length and grips at his hips instead. He hammers into Baelor chasing his own high as he curses lowly. Aegon pushes into Baelor particularly roughly and fills Baelor who lets out soft whimpers. He pulls out quickly and stands up. “Leave.” Aegon starts to pull his pants back on.

“No.” Baelor shifts and looks up to Aegon. He reaches up and pulls Aegon back to the bed and Aegon turns to him with a scrunched brow. “I’m staying.” 

“Why?” Baelor knows Aegon knows the answer but he’s happy to indulge him anyway. 

“Because I love you.” Aegons nostrils flare at Baelors words. 

“No you don’t.” Aegon goes to get up.

“I do.” Baelor pulls him back harshly and Aegon lands with a thud. 

“Do not lie.” Aegon turns to Baelor with glassy eyes. 

“I’m not. I love you.” Baelor pulls Aegon into his embrace and Aegon absolutely breaks down in his arms. “Shh, you’re okay.” Baelor holds Aegon tightly as he rubs his back soothingly. 

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[bornagainmurdock]

the prettiest girl at the party

author's note: y'all know that one photo of the person straddling the other person while doing each others makeup, yah that vibe :))

contents: you do matt's makeup for fun, matt murdock x reader, gender neutral reader, suggestive but ultimately fluffy

work count: 1.4k

Matt had never worn makeup. Except for that one time he played a shepard in the nativity scene at the church as a kid. Or that one time in college he fell asleep petting a cat at a party and woke up with glittery lipstick and mascara on a fancy couch. Or maybe that one time Karen did his eyebrows because she was bored at work. But that was it! Until today that is.

You, being a makeup lover, had a relatively large (but econimically and environmentally conscious) amount of makeup. Sometime you would catch Matt running his fingers along your collection, or asking you about your makeup that day, or asking to have you swatch it on his skin so he could feel it.

Today you had had enough of Matt daydreaming about makeup. You were going to do his makeup, and damnit, he was going to like it.

When Matt got home you cornered him, helping him set down his briefcase and glasses, taking his blazer to hang it up in the closet, too. He knew you were up to something nefarious, but was unsure of just how nefarious you were being.

He soon realized, but that was only after you dragged him into the bathroom, made him sit on the toilet, and started shuffling around making various loud noises.

"Okay, I haven't asked any questions yet so I get at least one. I'm not going to ask what you're doing, but I will ask what is making all that noise."

"My makeup bin." You grinned.

"Are you about to do my makeup?"

"And we have a winner! Matt Murdock is getting a makeover!"

He sighed, but accepted defeat. He forcibly frowned, but you could tell he was excited. His posture became straighter, sitting up higher and taller. His eyes were bright and dancing around the room. And his hands nervously tapped in his lap.

"So what's first?" He had listened to you do your makeup hundreds of times, but truly had no idea what you started with.

"Well, I start with my brows, but today you're getting full glam. So it's primer time."

"What the fuck is primer?"

"Exactly what it sounds like you goof! We're priming your face for foundation." You dug through the basket and found your favorite one for when Matt dragged you to fancy dinners.

You started slowly, warning him when you were gonna touch his face enough though he could sense it. When you were applying things to his face, Matt held onto your arm, helping you remain steady and balanced.

"So, my foundation is absolutely not your shade, so we're gonna have to improvise with this cream highlight and contour palette. I think I can mix your shade."

Matt was trying to be patient and still as not to bump you, but he was excited. Despite his aversion to most textures, your brushes against his face made him shiver because of how soft they were.

"What's next?"

"Well I'm still working on color matching. You got one weird skintone. Oh no, and then I gotta make you a concealer shade."

"Be nice to me. I didn't know it was weird!" He said smiling, trying very very very hard not to move too much.

"But then after that, brows! Which I am concerned about, but for a different reason. You kinda already have the most perfect brows."

"Finally a compliment. Thank you." He jokingly rolled his eyes.

"Anyways Matty, I think I'm gonna leave them alone and start working on your eyes. What color should I do?"

"Uhhhh, brown."

"I don't know why you thought I was going to give you a natural makeup look. We're going orange and red!" You said while shuffling around in the bin, trying to find an eyeshadow palette to match the colors you saw in your head.

His face contorted in horror. "Are you sure?"

"The longer you question me, the longer this is. Now be quiet."

Matt pretended to zip his lips shut and his face went neutral again in an attempt to help.

And suprisingly, he stayed quiet throughout the entire application of eye shadows. That is until you told him you were starting eyeliner.

"Okay so look up, but keep your eyes closed."

"What does that even mean? How can I look up while having my eyes closed?" He gestured with his hands bumping you a few times in the process.

"Like this." You tilted your head up and closed your eyelids rather dramatically.

"You I can't see you, right?"

"Sometimes I forget. You're eerily good at eye contact for a blind man."

You adjusted Matt into the perfect position and gave him a warning for the brush coming towards his face.

"Don't flinch!" Matt couldn't stand the tickle of it against his face. He winced away and then kept leaning back to get away.

You grabbed his chin, repositioning his face in the exact right spot. Matt's face flushed, bright enough you could see it through the foundation you applied.

"Keep it in your pants, Murdock."

"Maybe don't manhandle me and we won't have a problem." He was sassy with his remark, sticking his tongue out at you at the end.

"Almost done. All that's left is mascara."

"Absolutely not," Matt was serious. What he knew about mascara scared him, "That's not going near my eyes."

"You'll be fine. Come here." You put the brush to his lash and moved as quickly as possible to shorten the time of torture. "All done. You did good."

He smiled at the praise, and visible leaned towards you. You placed a kiss on his forehead and grabbed his chin to tilt it towards you again to kiss his lips this time.

"Lips time! I'm thinking something super extra glossy and dramatic."

"As if the rest of it isn't dramatic enough. You know, I'm starting to feel like your experiment. Or a drag queen."

"Then I'd say I'm doing a good job. Do you feel fabulous?" You returned to the bin to find your favorite gloss and lipliner.

"I feel fabulous." Matt said flatly.

"With more enthusiasm this time." You critiqued.

"I feel FABULOUS." Matt repeated, this time with jazz fingers and an award winning smile.

"Thank you."

He hummed sarcastically in retort.

You lifted the lip liner up to his face. "Okay, now open your lips just a little bit-- good good."

He tried to speak through the application, mumbling into your hand, "What color is it?"

"I don't know, wait to find out."

Matt attempted to be patient and waited until you started to pile the gloss on, feeling it drip a bit down onto his chin.

"Why's it so sticky?"

"Beauty is pain. That's why." You giggled, "Okayyyyy, and DONE!"

"How do I look?"

"So good. Let me take a photo to send to Foggy and Karen."

Matt heard you pull out your phone and snap a photo, laughing as you passed the photo along to your friends in a group chat.

Within a couple seconds Matt's phone rings with a message from Karen:

Going to a birthday party later? The clown makeup looks nice on you Matt.

Clown makeup?

Reality hit Matt in a seocnd, "Did you put me in clown makeup?"

"I'm suprised you didn't notice when I was piling blush on your nose."

"Start running." Matt stood up with the most serious face he could muster.

And you ran, escaping to the kitchen, Matt chasing after you. The whole time you were in a giggle fit, unable to catch your breath.

"How could you?" Matt was laughing at this point, too. You both were on opposite sides of the kitchen island and lunging in opposition direction.

"My handsome clown boyfriend." You made a run for the bedroom.

Matt grabbed your arm trailing behind you and tackled you to the ground.

"Not so funny is it now."

"Still super funny."

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It's been four years since you and your boyfriend Chris first met, and those memories still linger vividly in your mind. You remember how nervous you both were at first, how your heart raced whenever you saw him walk into the room.

Over the years, those feelings have only deepened, and you've grown even closer. You've shared countless laughs, tears, and inside jokes. You've seen each other at your best and worst, and somehow, you've only fallen more in love.

But this week, something has felt a little off. Chris has been acting differently, more observant and thoughtful than usual. He's been asking about your favorite foods, your family, your hobbies.

You can't help but feel a little suspicious. You've been telling yourself that it's probably nothing, that he's just being sweet. But that was a little too much for being sweet and deep down, you can't shake the feeling that he's going to propose.

You tried to convince Nick and Matt to tell you if they knew anything, but they both insisted they didn't. They did, however, agree that something was definitely up with Chris.

You let out a sigh, before glancing over at Chris. He looks completely unbothered, The two of you were taking a walk on the beach, enjoying the salty air and the sound of the waves crashing against the sands. It's one of your favorite things to do together, and it feels like the perfect setting for a proposal.

"Baby, is everything good?" Chris suddenly asks you making you jump slightly. You look at him confused. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" You reply slowly.

" you looked a little distant there for a moment. I just wanted to make sure everything is okay." He says with a soft smile. You can't help but feel guilty for not being more present in the moment.

You take a deep breath and focus on the sound of the waves. The sun is beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. The salty air fills your lungs.

You both decided to sit down on a large rock overlooking the ocean. The warmth of the sun on your skin feels comforting, making you relax a little. As you look at Chris, you can't help but wonder if this is the moment when he'll finally ask you to spend the rest of your life with him.

His eyes meet yours, and for a brief moment, you feel like he's looking straight into your soul. You feel a shiver run down your spine, you smile and turn away to look at the ocean, blushing slightly.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, You turned back to look at Chris, and your heart almost stopped when you saw him on one knee, he grinned looking at you, before reaching into his back pocket.

"Chris…" You whispered, feeling a lump forming in your throat. His hands were still hidden behind his back, and you wonder what he was about to say or do.

Suddenly he pulled out his phone, looking down and snapping a picture of something. Confused you looked down to see a small crab next to Chris's foot.

"Isn't it cute?" he said holding up the phone to show you the picture. "I thought it was just another rock at first, but no, it was a crab. A tiny, adorable crab- what's wrong baby?" he asked you, concern written all over his face.

"Chris I thought you were proposing" You frowned crossing your arms over your chest"Then you just took a picture of that dumb crab" You whined. Chris looked puzzled for a second before bursting out laughing.

"Oh my god, Chris!" You exclaimed, feeling your face heat up. "That's not funny!" You couldn't help but laugh despite your embarrassment. "Stop it!"

He laughed harder, still kneeling on the ground. "Oh man, you should have seen your face! You rolled your eyes, still trying to catch your breath.

"So, you're not proposing?" you asked, trying to steady your heartbeat. He shook his head and grinned. "Not yet, but who knows? Maybe one of these days, when you least expect it."

You pretended to be upset for the rest of the day, while Chris kept making fun of you and teasing you about the whole thing. But you ended up making him buy you a ring pop and fake propose to make it up to you.

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[berrieluv]

Matt Murdock and younger!reader. cw. bimbo reader because why not? we're fulfilling my dream of being a white man's stupid hoe. this is pure fluff, honestly, just a bit of angst in a cut but quickly resolved. also mentions of sex. this is boring but I'm sorry I really need love and affection.

Matt looked at you and blinked a few times, it was a wonder for him how you had no filter when it came to things.

"But you can't be blind" You told him, a few dates later into your relationship. He was amused on how you didn't catch the man you were dating was blind. Yes, he knew he managed life pretty well with all his senses "I saw you fighting against those men at the bar who were saying nasty things to me... And you won!"

You say, as if it was unbelievable, which he knew it kinda was. It wasn't everyday that a blind man fights five men and wins.

"Plus, you being blind is so sad" You pout, and he frowns at your words "You can't see how pretty you are..." You close your mouth a little and then your eyes open wide; "You can't see how pretty I am!"

You panicked and Matt chuckled, sensing your concern in the atmosphere.

"Oh" He starts, soft voice and taking your hand in his "I know how pretty you are" You smile "I can tell"

"How? You can't see me" You pouted "And I don't mean 'your personality is nice' type of pretty, Matt" You look at him and get closer, he can feel your breathing in his face "I really am pretty. Like, you should see me..."

"I believe you"

"But like..." You make a smirk "Like are you really blind? Or you... Is like partially blind? Like would you get your vision back? Or you just have to live like that?"

"I've been blind most of my life. Since I was a kid, actually"

"So... you never got to see Reese Whiterspoon in Legally Blonde?"

"Not one of my biggest concerns but no, I didn't"

"But it's a film of cult!" You said "If I describe it to you, would you watch it?"

"Only for you"

You chuckle, knowing Matt is in a chokehold because of you. It haven't been long since the both of you started dating, but it was, however, a surprise for almost everyone that you even started dating.

When his best friend made a joke about Matt being blind, you legit thought he meant the kind of blind people always call men... you never thought of it in a literal way.

"You're so wrapped around my little finger, it's embarrassing" You smile "And you can't even see how pretty I am" You gasp "I'll be walking you like a dog if you could see my beauty"

Matt drops a loud laugh, because from all the people in the world, he seemed to have find the only one who could make his blindness about themselves. And it didn't bother him, he was happy that you were able to treat him as a normal person. And if he thinks about it long enough, he was treated like a 'complete' man, for long enough, before you found out he couldn't see.

Suddenly, you 'wow' "That's why you're always wearing those ugly glasses!"

"Matthew Murcock"

You yell while entering his office and Foggy looks at Matt at the sudden change of his name.

"I have no idea where she got that from" He says, smiling.

That was the day after the first time you ever had sex, when opened the door you look at Foggy, then at Matt and pout, completely forgetting he couldn't see you.

"Foggy, get out"

Matt says and you smile, walking to him as fast as Foggy leaves the office. You kneel in front of him and rest your head in his thigh; fuck you were needing him.

"Baby, you know we can't do that stuff around here. It's my office, baby" He smiles.

"You wouldn't say the same if you knew how pretty I look"

"Oh, I just know you look fucking pretty" He says, taking your body and sitting you on his lap "You wore a skirt and everything" You nod "I guess I can put my fingers inside if you like"

You nod desperately and open your legs, Matt only laughs at your neediness and starts to work.

"Mattheeeeeew"

You cry as you reach him in his bedroom, he was calm and breathing slowly, his chest going up and down and unconsciously flexing his muscles. He opened his eyes as soon as he heard you entered his flat.

"Yes, dear?" He asks, peacefully, ignoring the tone of your voice that adverts you're looking forward to create drama.

"Why didn't you call me?" He lets out a groan when you sit on top of his naked torso and put your hands on his chest "I let a sticky-note asking for you to call me as soon as you were back" You pouted.

"Darling..." He starts, calmly "How am I suppose to see that?"

"What do you mean 'how'... with your eyes, Matth–" You pout "I see..." He chuckles and you shake your head "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it"

"It's fine, pretty girl"

"But I'm always so reckless" You cry, letting your head fall into his pectorals "I'm reminding you all the time that you can't see"

"It's not like I can forget it, my love"

"Yeah, you're right"

You chuckle in his chest and he feels his shorts getting a little tighter. He doesn't want to point it out, how could he when you're sharing such an intimate and cute moment. And he was sure you wouldn't notice, hell, if she didn't notice I was blind, how would she notice an erection; was what he thought the first time you gave him a boner. And what he seems to remember every time now that you give him one by accident.

The first time ever you and Matthew have a fight it's complicated. You believe he was on edge before you and him got together that day, he arrived to your department a bit more serious. This time there wasn't a kiss, or a hug, or a single word.

You were yourself at the gala he asked you a few weeks ago to go with him, but it seemed like it wasn't someone he wanted you to be. He pressed tighter your arm every time you joked, but you took that as an action he was making to decease his worries, never could you think it was because of you, since your personality was never a problem.

"What is your fucking problem?" He asked, storming into his flat, his steps were heavy and loud and you just looked at him, shyly, the first time ever you felt shy around Matt. "You couldn't just act like a mature person, couldn't you? You have to let out your childish annoying personality in one of the most important nights of my career"

"I'm sorry"

You say, with a small voice, almost afraid to ask.

"Yeah" He says, finding himself the glass and the wine he always leave in the same place, to pour himself one. "You're always fucking sorry but I never see you change anything about yourself" He hears the glass breaking into the floor and he frowns, looking directly at where he sensed you. "Did you fucking moved the glass?"

You were scared to say yes, not at Matt, you couldn't be scared of him, but now, you weren't feeling him as your Matt.

"You always do this, why do I even bother having a house if you're gonna do whatever the fuck you want with MY stuff" He walks to the room and you follow him, silent, fidgeting your fingers "I would have chose any other woman if I knew you were going to act like a fucking child!"

You feel your eyes watering and you look at him, finally saying, with a small broken voice; "Why are you talking to me like this?"

Before Matt could answer with another mean comment, he smell your tears falling on your cheeks and he felt bad. Because it wasn't your fault he has been on edge all day. Because he knew you were younger than him and it never seemed to be a problem until one of the lawyers pointed out how young and pretty you were to date someone like him.

How could you ever please her if you're blind.

"Baby... love... I'm so sorry" He says, pressing his fists against his eyes and then opening his arms "I'm so sorry, you don't, you don't deserve this. I'm– I've been better than this, you deserve better than this, my darling love, I'm an asshole"

"You are" You slowly say, letting him wrap his arms around your body "But I like you anyways"

"And I'm so lucky for that"

You nod, knowing he was in fact lucky you pulled out with this shit and you didn't leave the room immediately.

"You were being mean"

"I know, I know" He says, holding you closer to him and letting your body and his fall into the mattress. "I was just so mean to my pretty girl"

And since that, Matt made sure everything that could involve you in a fight was gone. Of course, you had the typical arguments a couple has, but you never kept them for too long. You were way too distracted and it wasn't like he wanted to keep the fight going. Not when you looked so pretty.

The first time he ever saw you mad, was so ridiculously cute, you always got mad about the bloody same thing, and Matthew couldn't take you seriously anymore.

"Why are you so f-stubborn?" You stop yourself at the curse word, and Matt smiled, knowing you're not one to curse. You were organizing both of your clothes in the closet "I always tell you the clothes go ordered by color, Matt" You cry and throw one of his shirt at him.

"Princess..." He starts, that's the pet name he choose to call you when he was about to correct something you said "How am I supposed to know that green and red are not the same?"

You're ready to yell at him again until it hits you, he can't really know. "It's imposible to get mad at you"

You pout, and he opens his arms while laughing. "C'mon, my pretty dumb girl"

[cheynovak]

Crush part 4  

Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N) & Sam Winchester (Platonic)  

Warnings: Fluff, sexual tension, implied smut, alcohol, trauma, aggression,  

Side note: English isn’t my first language, please don’t mind little mistakes.  

Words: 4800 

*Does not follow the SPN storyline! *  

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Recap part 3: Y/N is a high school crush/friend of Sam, when they were 16 y/o they attended the same school for a while. But she always liked Dean. Years later despite the trauma and difficult life, they chose to be with each other. Dean tries hard not to take Y/N on hunts but sometimes they have no choice. 

Now years later, Dean has the mark of Cain and Y/N is determent to help Sam and Dean. They been through a lot, how will they cope with this challenge? 

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“You idiot!” Y/N screamed through the halls of the bunker. “You, you, ... do you ever think, Dean! Just for one second?” - “I take Dean told Y/N about the mark?” Castiel asked Sam who sat in the kitchen while he heard the couple fight. “Yeah, just now.”  

“It’s the only way to kill Abaddon! And you know it!” Dean matched her tone. “I don’t care about Abaddon, not if it hurt you!” - “It won’t!” - “Oh yes of course like nothing ever does right? I can’t believe you!”  

“Y/N don’t be like that! Everything is fine.” - “You call black outs after killing people fine? Sneaking out to hunt alone so you can kill fine? Who are you? Because I sure as hell don’t recognise you anymore!” She turned her back and walked to the kitchen, clearly surprised to see the angel and Sam. Both looking awkward for witnessing their fight.  

“I’m going to kill Crowley.” - “Sweetheart...” He followed her close. “Don’t!” She turned back at him pointing a finger in his face. “How many times do I need to get worried about you? How many times do I need to see you die. Hell, see all of you die?” She waved her arms around. “Why on earth did you trust Crowley. He knew about Cain, he isn’t stupid!”  

“Y/N” Sam started in a soft voice. “This isn’t ideal, but we’ll get through it. I don’t like it, just like you but what choice do we have?” - “How about let someone else deal with this for once?” - “Who do you trust with this?” Dean added. “I don’t care Dean, one of these days you’ll die, for real.” - “Then I’ll go down swinging.” He said like it was nothing. “Oh, good for you, but I’ll be the one to burry you!”  

Y/N stormed out of the kitchen, grabbed her keys and went for a drive in the middle of the night. Deep inside she knew Dean was right, but why did it had to be him, she was so afraid to lose him. After all they had been through so much, the fear became more and more real.  

Dean sat down at the kitchen table. “You weren’t able to keep it from her any longer.” Cas said. “I know, I know she is just worried. But she knows this is our life.” - “It used to be much easier, ghost, vampires, but this, this really scares her.” Sam said looking at his brother’s arm. “Plus, she noticed you being... different.”  

“I know. I pushed her away. I’m sure she noticed a difference in my behaviour. It’s not like it's been easy lately.” Dean spoke like he meant hunting, but he knew they had some trouble in their relationship too. It’s not that he didn’t want to work on it, it’s just that the world was now a priority, he knew she would understand.  

Y/N arrived back home late that night, she saw Dean already sleeping in bed. She took a deep breath before crawling next to him. Nose to nose she looked at him. “Baby?” He mumbled. “Hm?” -”Please don’t be mad.” He opened one eye slightly “I’m not. I’m concerned.” She gave him a small peck between his brows, before turning around to face the other side of the room.  

Dean felt her being distant lately. No more cuddling in bed, no more morning make out sessions, if he was honest almost no intimacy at all. He knew it was his fault, since he had the mark these few weeks, he didn’t feel like it anymore. Which for him was weird. No matter how tired, she could always seduce him, but not anymore.  

He knew it made her insecure, but he was too ashamed to talk about it. He thought it would be easier to handle it once the world wasn’t burning anymore. She didn’t push him in to talking about it. But he noticed her being more edgy, easier annoyed, less happy.  

The next morning, he woke up noticing she was already up. When he opened the bedroom door, he heard music coming from the kitchen. When he walked in, he saw Y/N swaying to the music... laughing while she made breakfast with his brother. And again, when they were in a bad place, Sam could make her smile. How does he do that Dean wondered.  

“Good...morning.” Dean said with a little hesitation. “Goodmorning baby” She smiled softly but stopped dancing while turning the music down. Y/N place a plate with pancakes in front of Dean. “Eat up, before it gets cold.” She said before kissing his shoulder and walking out of the kitchen. His eyes followed her before turning back to Sam, who smiled softly.  

“Did she, talked to you lately?” He asked his younger brother. “Well, we talk all the time, a little more specific?” - “About... us?” Sam’s raised one brow. He saw how serious he was in his eyes. “Look it’s not my place to say, but she is afraid, afraid to lose you, again. But also, afraid to lose you.” 

Dean looked confused. “She thinks that you are bored of her or something. That you two are still together out of habit or mutual respect. Basically, that you don’t love her anymore.”  - “What? That’s ridiculous.” - “I told her that. But she isn’t so sure about your feelings for her anymore.”  

After breakfast Dean was determined to talk to Y/N, but unfortunately Crowley came back with information on Abaddon and the boys had to move out really quick. Y/N took a deep breath, “Remember me to kill him after you come back.” She said to Dean while looking at the demon. “I heard that.” - “Good.”  

Dean smiled. “So that means you still want me when I get back?” She kissed his lips. “I’ll always want you Dean Winchester, no matter how complicated things are.” One side of his lips curled slightly. “Just get back in one piece.” His hand moved to the back of her neck. “I promise.” he whispered before kissing her back.  

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The indeed got back, but the need to kill became more and more difficult for Dean to handle. He tried so hard to restrain it, knowing Y/N would be worried, but the tension between them didn’t get better.  

Next thing they know, they had to face Metatron again. In search of the tabled. But Dean felt he had a shot on killing the messenger of God. When Y/N came back from groceries shopping the bunker was empty. They headed out without telling her what was going on, part from one little text she got from Sam. Found Metatron, going after him. Don’t worry, I got him. Sam meant he was watching his brother. One thing she learned about the Winchesters, they have each other's back, but will also die for each other as long as the other gets to live.  

Sam saw Dean get stabbed by the angel blade, rushing to his brother in despair, while Metatron smiled. Sam tried to fight the angel, but he vanished. He held his brother in tears in his arms, not knowing what to do. He knew he needed to bring him home. And face Y/N.  

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Y/N heard the door of the bunker open. She walked to the stairs smiling, only to see Sam carrying the lifeless body of Dean. Her smile vanished, her hand covered her mouth, eyes starting to tear. She came running towards Sam. “No, no, no, NO. Dean... baby?” - “I’m sorry.” Was all Sam repeatedly cried when she held his face in her hands.  

Sam placed his brother on their bed. Y/N sat beside him, cleaned the blood of his face and hands. “Come on baby, wake up.” She whispered under her breath, she had no idea how long she sat beside him before she got up and walked back to Sam. Could have been 5 minutes or 5 hours.  

Without saying a word, she took the bottle in front of him and poured herself a glass. “Y/N, I...” - “I don’t want to hear it Sam, you find a way to bring him back. I don’t care what we need to do. Who I need to sell my soul to, YOU bring him BACK.” Tears rolled down her cheeks when she walked away with the glass in her hand.  

Sam was trying to summon Crowley little did they know he was already visiting, knowing what would happen to Dean next.  

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Sammy, let me go.  

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“That’s all?” Y/N teared up looking at the note Dean left. He didn’t even think of her? After all these years. Sam noticed her struggle. “I’m not giving up Y/N, if Dean is a demon, I will find a way to bring him back.” She nodded before she felt his arms pulling her into a hug.  

“I’m sure he thought of you too. Probably to fixated on leaving.” - “Or I don’t care enough.” He felt her tears on his shirt. “No, he needs you as much as you need him.”  

 “You’re not going alone Sam, I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Y/N stood arms crossed on the stairs. Weeks have been passed and Sam left her with the research while going solo on trips. Only this time he came back with a dislocated shoulder.  

She saw the hesitation in his eyes. “I know I’m no hunter, not like you guys, but I’ve been living this life just like you over the past few years.” She sighs “This is my fight too.”  

“Ok, let’s find them.” He said while turning her on the stairs. Every alert possible was installed on their phones. They searched for every crossroad demon, trying to find intel. Sam became more and more reckless, Y/N could see the disperse growing inside him.  

One night she and Sam sat down at a local diner “Dean is clearly keeping a low profile. So, do me a favour, try to enjoy the food.” Y/N looked at her phone. “Sam... Wait a minute. This may be a long shot but that bar...” She pointed at the map on her phone. “Dean used to tell me about it. Something with great beers and music?”  

Little did they know Dean tried to life the best life ever. Crowley tried to use him for his own personal amusements, of course. “You know Dean, those two are closing up on us. We might want to leave soon.”  

“You know Crowley, for a demon you do really care a lot.” He waved at the bartender asking for another shot and a cocktail with an umbrella for the ‘lady’ next to him. While he smiled at Crowley.  

“Listening to you singing the same 3 songs on karaoke has been a blast, watching you sticking your tongue down the throat of hottest chicks, I don’t care. You do you. But I really don’t want to get murdered by your brother and ex-girlfriend.”  

Y/N and Sam’s car broke down just a few miles away from the bar. A nice man stopped his car and asked if they could use some help, pretends to inspect the engine, He reveals that the reason the car stopped is because of a "killswitch" that he himself is able to operate via remote.  

Before Sam can pull out his gun from behind his back, He knocks him out cold. Y/N tried to get the gun out of the glovebox but the gun against her head made her lift her hands. “My issue isn’t with you sweetheart. Turn around and keep walking away from the car.”  

Sam wakes up to find himself strapped to a chair, Cole, the man, explains that he is using Sam as a bargaining chip to lure Dean and kill him. Sam warns Cole that Dean is now a monster, but Cole naively rebuffs saying that he knows he is a monster and that now Dean is the prey.  

Cole calls Dean and demands a trade, but Dean is apathetic towards his brother's capture, as he warned Sam not to come looking for him. “Listen Sammy, I told you to let me go. You are just too stubborn.” - “Well, Sam, it looks like a should have taken your girlfriend with us. Since your brother isn’t going to be of much help.”  

Dean’s voice changed a on the phone. “You brought Y/N?!” Sam knew he was pissed. You left her, what was I supposed to do? He thought. “Oh-oh, trouble in paradise.” Cole added. “Listen, Cole, was it? Do whatever you want. But if our paths cross, you’re dead.” Dean said with a calm voice before he hung up the phone.  

Y/N walked to the nearest motel, which took her almost an entire night. Luckly, she had some money in her phones case hidden. The clerk gave her a set of keys. Y/N was glad she could take at least a shower and a few hours of sleep before creating a plan of finding Sam.  

But when she lied down in bed and closed her eyes, she could hear her neighbours, or at least the girl. Realising they weren’t planning on getting sleep anytime soon. “Great, cheap motel walls.” She said under her breath. She walked back to the bathroom finding something to stuff her ears with.  

By morning she woke up by the sound of what she thought would be Crowley. “Seriously on my bed?” Y/N almost flew out of bed and opened the door only to bump into the blonde girl who she heard last night. “I’m sorry.” Y/N said but got nothing but a dirty look.  

Then she saw Crowley's head pop out of the room next door. “Oh no.” Y/N held her foot between the door he just wanted to close. “CROWLEY!” She burst through, seeing Dean in the bed. The world underneath her feet crumbled. “D-Dean?”  

“What are you doing here Y/N?” Was all his stone-cold voice said. “I-I came with Sam to find you, but he...” - “Yeah kidnapped, Cole, wants me.” - “And you let him have your brother?” - “Well, I was a little busy.” He said while going with his hands over his bed hair. “Yeah, I heard.” - “Kinky, if I knew you where next door would’ve asked you to join.” He grinned.  

She looked over at Crowley, who to her surprise looked apologetic maybe even with a little sympathy for her. “Where you going?” Dean asked when she finally felt her feet again and turned. “I need to find Sam.” - “So, you went to all this trouble to find me, now that you have, you walk away?” Dean got up.  

“Well, you’re clearly not trying to save your brother, and...” She thought hard about her next words. You cheated, you left me, you hurt me, you’re not you anymore, I can’t look at you. “I guess we all have moved on since you left us, I care for him more than ever. I need him to be safe.”  

She looked back at Crowley. “I know, you’ll kill me when you see me again.” She nodded before closing the door. “Well, that was awkward.” Crowley turned to Dean. Seeing a little fraction of human emotion in Deans eyes. She hurts him in a place he didn’t knew he still felt. 

Y/N decided to walk back to the car, but halfway there a car stopped in front of her. “Y/N?” - “Oh god, SAM!” She ran straight to him, her arms wrapped around his waist. “I’m glad I found you, I was so worried.” - “You were worried? Sam, you were kidnapped.” - “And my best friend was out there alone.”  

Thanks to the intel from Y/N her previous encounter with Dean, Sam found his brother quickly. The ride home however wasn’t very pleasant. “So, Sammy. I heard you and Y/N spent quite some time together lately. Tell me, did the high school butterflies came back? Have you been wooing her? Maybe even shared a little kiss?” - “SHUT UP DEAN!” They shouted at the same time. 

When they locked Dean in the dungeon, he looked at her standing at the door, while Sam checked the traps and the spell work around him. Y/N broke the eye contact she had with Dean when Sam walked towards her. She placed a hand on his shoulder. “He won’t go anywhere.” He said holding his hand over hers.  

Dean rolled his eyes. 

The next day Sam started to inject Dean with the purified blood. Y/N could hear him scream, she had promised Sam not to go down there. “Does it hurt him?” She asked with a tremble in her voice. Sam sighs, “I’m not sure if it’s real or he just fakes it to stop me.”  

“Maybe I should face him? See if it works.” - “No, I don’t want you to see him like this. The things he says... It’s horrible.” She nodded but decided to take a peek the next time anyway. “You know Sammy, I would never think you would go for my leftovers.” Sam did his best to ignore his brother.  

“I mean, I had always known she is your type. Hell, you would whine about her day and night, how she was the one for you. I should have known you would take her when you saw an opening.” - “Dean, you left, you fucked around, literally. But you expect me to wait for you to come home?” Y/N walked towards the circle.  

Seeing Y/N made it hard on Dean to act like he still didn’t feel the blood working. “You haven’t touched me in ages, but I have to act like a nun while you play the pornstar is that it?” He didn’t answer. God she wanted to slap that smug face of his.  

“Y/N? Why are you here?” Sam asked in his caring voice. “I wanted to say I need some fresh air.” She placed her hand on his shoulder before she stood on her toes to kiss his cheek, I’ll be right back. Sam understood the assignment, this was the perfect way of seeing if Dean still cared.  

She walked back but right before she turned through the door Sam called her. He grabbed her hand, but she backs up against the wall just outside the door, in the hall. “Trust me” She mouthed. “I’m going to be fine Sam.” said quietly, while looking at his lips. “I know, I just...” Sam matched her voice before closed the space between their lips.  

Dean sat in the chair not seeing them, but he could clearly hear them. When Sam didn’t complete his answer, it hit him. “Really guys!” No answer, “Find yourself a room!” Dean heard nothing but a deep breath coming from his brother.  

“Be safe ok?” He said before kissing the top of her head.  

By the time Y/N got back, Sam was eating pizza, “bought your favourite.” He said while looking at her, he placed his finger of his mouth, telling her he could still hear them. She took a seat on the table next to Sam’s plate. “You think he can hear us?” Sam nodded.  

Y/N took out her phone “Did it work?” the texted him, “I don’t know.” Sam answered honestly.  He hung back in his chair. “I’m not sure about any of these treatments.” - “We’ll figure this out, together.” She pinched his shoulder before grabbing a plate from the kitchen.  

That night Y/N had a really vivid dream, for some reasons their experiments on Dean turned against them. His body shuts down, both she and Sam ran towards him but when they undid the trap and untied him from the chair, but then he hit Sam knock out on the floor before he choked the life out of her.  

By the time she woke up screaming Sam ran through the door. “Hey, hey you’re ok.” He hushed her, holding her in his arms. “I’m here, it was just a dream. Shh, I got you.” Y/N couldn’t hold back, in full panic she bursts into tears. “Oh, Sam it was awful!” - “It was just a dream Y/N.”  

Sam comforts her for a few hours before she heard his breath getting heavy. She looked up, seeing her best friend had fallen asleep while holding her. She tried to get out of his grip, but when she moved, he woke up. “What’s going on?” He asked sleepy. “Lay down, it’s more comfortably.” she whispered.  

Since he was still half asleep, she could push him against her pillow. Throwing an extra blanked over him. Way to short but it was the idea that counted. She placed her head back against Dean’s pillow. She could still smell his aftershave on it. Not long after they both fell asleep.  

Y/N woke up by the movement of her bed. She noticed how Sam got up, “Hey.” she said, her voice still sounding sleepy. “Morning. I’m going to check on Dean. Try to sleep some more.” His lips curled into a smile. 

She didn’t sleep anymore, she just thought how lucky she was she had Sam in this situation. No idea how he could keep his cool every time he had to go take care of Dean. Lucky how he didn’t make this into an awkward situation, just a friend helping another friend.  

“Y/N!” She heard Sam yell. “Yeah?” she got up and ran towards Sam, who met her halfway. “He is gone.” - “What? How?” - “I don’t know but he got out.” They both ran towards the control room where Dean stood waiting for them. Sam pushed Y/N behind him when he saw his brother. “You know seeing you two all cosy and cuddly in my bed made me realise something.”  

Dean’s eyes turned black. “I should have left you to rot with those vampires when I had the chance.” - “Y/N run, RUN.” Sam pushed her away. “Oh Sammy, do you really think you two are going to have a happy ending?” - “It’s nothing like that.” He tried to distract his brother so she could find a place to hide.  

“What? This isn’t like the last time? What was it you said again, Oh yeah: I don’t think about her like that.” Dean walked slowly closer to Sam, “I don’t care that you fucked her, each have our needs Sammy, no hard feelings.” Sam frowned at his brother. “Did she do that thing with her tongue? Feels good doesn't it.” He grinned, standing toe to toe with him now. “What?”  

Before Sam could say anything more, Dean had pushed him aside. When Sam got up, he immediately locket the bunker. Turning the lighting red. Dean broke a few doors trying to find Y/N again. Little did he know Y/N had been praying to Castiel. Who thankfully appeared and helped both her and Sam.  

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A little while later they managed to bring Dean back.  

He stood in the bathroom, hanging on the sink while looking at his reflection. He said he needed a shower to ‘clean up’ but really, he didn’t want to be around Y/N. He felt ashamed of what he did. The bathroom door opened, he saw her walking towards him, Dean quickly looked back in front of him.  

Y/N walked behind him. “How are you feeling?” She asked. “Good.” Was all he said.  She couldn’t hold back, she wrapped her arms around his torso. Placing her cheek between his shoulders, taking a deep breath, his warm and reliable smell filled her nose. “I missed you.” She admitted before giving him the space she knows he needed.  

“Y/N?” she turned back to him, “Where do you want me to sleep?” Y/N frowned her brows, “In our bed?” - “Are you sure.” - “Dean, I know we need to talk about... everything.” she took a deep breath, “I just hoped we could work this out.” - “Wait you... you still want me?” She smiled soft. “Just get to bed, we’ll talk then.” 

Dean felt nervous, not knowing how this conversation will go. He walked in the room noticing Y/N wasn’t there yet. “Hey, got us a beer.” She handed it to him while she got on bed sitting with her legs crossed. “Why are you so nice?” He blurred out. “I’m done fighting Dean.” He felt his chest getting heavy.  

After a silence Y/N spoke, “I think the most important question is. Do you still want this, us?” She looked at the beer bottle in her hand. “Me?” Dean now took a seat on the bed facing her. “I want nothing more. But I messed up, so if you don’t want to... I’d understand.”  

“I told you before I will always want you, but things need to be different from now on.” He listened to her. “I want you to talk to me before you make choices that affects us all. You talk to Sam or Cas about hunting but forget about me. I’m as much part of your life as them Dean.” He saw the tears shine in her eyes again.  

“All I wanted was to keep you safe, sweetheart.” She nodded rapidly, “I know, I really do, but you can’t. A few hours ago, you chased me through these halls, trying to kill me.” Hearing those words coming out of her mouth made Dean emotional.  

“And I don’t even care about what you did when you were a demon. You were not you, I know that, but you need to give me time to get over, seeing you, hearing her, realising that you...” A tear fell down his cheek. “I’m so, so sorry baby. I wish I could take it back. Undo a lot.”  

After a heart to heart, they agreed on telling each other everything. Talk more and give time to heal. She got up and softly kissed Dean’s lips. “My turn to shower.” She smiled wiping away the last few tears.  

Dean made himself comfortable in the bed waiting for her to come back. He heard Sam talking to her outside their room. “Are you guys ok? - “We will be, thanks Sam.” Y/N got inside noticed Dean waiting for her.  

She crawled in bed on her side, only to move closer to Dean, he lifted his arm around her while her cheek snuggled against his chest. Dean kissed her hair, scared of the question he was about to ask. “Sweetheart, I got to ask. You and Sam?”  

“You believed that?” - “I heard you kiss. Saw you in this bed.” - “I wanted to see if you were affected by that, see if we could bring a part of your humanity to the horizon. And he fell asleep in this bed when I had a nightmare.” Y/N lifted herself up a little. “Sam and I, we’re still just friends, part from one staged kiss, nothing happened.”  

She cupped his cheek, “Why do you keep worrying?” - “I left you, you saw me with another girl, but even before that we didn’t make love anymore.” Y/N sighs, I know. Her hand moved over his arm, “Was it just the mark?” - “I felt scared to be close to you. Scared I would black out and hurt you.”  

Y/N moved again, holding his face now in both hands, while her legs straddled him. “Baby, look at me. Mark or no mark, demon or not, you will never, ever physically hurt me. You could have, but you let Sam stall you.” She let her forehead touch his. “I trust you Dean.”  

His hands moved to her back, holding her while her lips found his. Unconsciously she grinded against his hips. In despair, needing to feel him. His lips travelled down to her neck. “Besides, who says I don’t like it a little rougher.” She breathed out, earning a soft moan coming from Dean’s lips.  

Turning her over to her back. Hovering over her.  

“Damn sweetheart. I missed you.”  

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[royal-they]

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about how both Mattholomule and Gus were bullied very similarly but these acts shaped them as people very differently. 

We get to explore their past with bullying quite a bit in Labyrinth Runners and Through the Looking Glass Ruins:

They’re both familiar with people pretending to be their friends just so they can get ahead. Bria keeps Matt around so she has someone to do her work for her. She makes him help her get the galdor stones but doesn’t let him benefit from it. She knows he won’t try to take the stones from her. He’s learned by now not to challenge her. At Glandus she’s top dog because of this facade she puts on. She’s nice to people she’s not close to so they respect her but exploits and manipulates her “friends.” 

Gus also deals with this in a similar way. He’s the prodigy and he’s younger than everyone so people see him as someone they can easily manipulate. When another kid manipulates him into doing this project for him he makes note of the fact that this is not the first time this has happened. And we see him blame himself, 

Gus doesn’t recognize that it’s other people’s fault that this keeps happening. He leads himself to believe that he’s the one messing something up. He’s the consistent variable, right? So it must be him. He’s the one messing up somehow.

We seem him consistently misread people and get himself into these types of situations. He misreads Bria and is quick to put himself down because of it, 

In reality, Gus isn’t the one messing up and getting himself hurt. It’s not his fault that he gives everyone the benefit of the doubt. This doesn’t change the fact that this is how he sees himself though. 

It’s a small detail, but notice how the Glandus students don’t have faces but Gus does? If they have facial expressions you could more easily determine their personality. But Gus can’t do this. He says that he can’t trust himself, that he let himself get tricked. Not that he can’t trust others or that they tricked him. Because to him he’s, once again the outlier in this equation. 

People keep leading him to believe this as well. They gaslight him over and over into believing that he’s the one who messed up somewhere and that’s what lead him to getting hurt, rather than their own ill-mannered actions. 

Brias facial expression in this shot is one that would lead you to believe she’s saying something helpful or thoughtful. In reality she is absolutely not but her tone really downplays the situation. 

Angmar immediately complies, he doesn’t even question this interaction despite being disturbed. Mattholomule looks back but barely reacts and neither does Gavin. Their all used to this behavior. Gus isn’t and he reacts to it how most of us probably would, being rather concerned. But the people around him treat it normally so he doesn’t question it. 

Mattholomule looks up to Bria at first. Not because she’s an awesome person  - because she’s not lol - but rather because she appears to the world as someone who’s got everything under control and is incredibly powerful. 

Mattholomule is not someone who usually bends to peoples will but Bria is somehow able to make him. He doesn’t react to her tormenting people or making people fight for power. He treats it normally. He says it’s normal. He doesn’t like it, but it’s normal. 

When he comes to Hexide we see him try to be like Bria, 

He pretends to be kind and soft when it helps him out of being exposed by Gus.

But then turns on Luz and Gus when it helps him. 

He’s finally the new Bria, he’s finally in charge of something, finally in control of himself. 

But in Through the Looking Glass Ruins we see him realize he was wrong apologize to Gus, 

When having to face Bria again after being at Hexide for a good while, Mattholomule realizes she’s not actually someone he looks up to anymore. He recognizes her toxic behavior for what it is after seeing an outsider come into their dynamic. 

He’s a lot more friendly with Gus after this, their banter is more lighthearted and he seems much more relaxed. No, they are not friends yet but it seems to be a dynamic that could easily become a strong friendship. 

These two honestly are just so interesting to dissect as characters. Both examples of how the same type of bullying can manifest insecurity in very different ways. Mattholomule reacts to the bullying by trying to continue the cycle where as Gus tries to mold himself to be more compatible with others. In the end neither solution is right and they both find their own environments that work for them. 

They’re both characters I can relate to a lot and it’s fun to see them both in happier healthier enviorments. 

[frvnkcastles]

Hi!! I read that you write for traumatized girlies so here I am, i don’t know if you’d like to write about other people’s experiences but I’ve never read anything about this and it’s sad because I can’t relate to any of the fics I love with Frank. So basically after being sa multiple times I developed sensory issues, specially with touch. Some fabrics feel like I’m being trapped, and specially, and this is the ‘request’ I don’t like how some skins feel like. It’s not about them being dry or soft or oily, I don’t even understand my brains criteria to decide I don’t like how someone’s skin feels on mine, so I don’t touch anyone ever, I wear gloves like that mf Kaz Brekker and that makes me very touch starved, and when I find someone who’s skin feels good, I’m clingy asf. So maybe frank is friends with reader and she realizes she likes how he feels? And he likes her but knows about what happened to her and was waiting for confirmation to finally touch her?

ONE MORE TASTE ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You don’t like being touched… until Frank comes along.

Warnings: MENTIONS OF S*XUAL ASS*ULT, sensory issues, alcohol, language, fluff and TENSIONNN

Word count: 2.1k

Author’s note: I hope you like this anon! I apologize for how long it took me to finish, but I’m really happy with how it turned out. I didn’t follow every detail (gloves aren’t mentioned) but I hope it meets your expectations nonetheless. Thank you so much for sharing your story with me <3

Frank liked to think he was relatively perceptive. Yet, despite inexplicably finding himself in the same room with you more often than he had anticipated, it took him all of 58 days to figure you out.

He could, of course, blame it on the fact that he wasn’t particularly touchy or handsy. Not enough to make you uncomfortable, anyway. When he had first met you through Matt who had insisted on introducing the two loneliest people he knew to one another, he had been holding a beer bottle and you were awkwardly fiddling with your dress — therefore, no handshake ever took place. And if anyone was respectful of personal space, it was Frank.

Still, he began to notice how you leaned away from him whenever he threatened to come closer. How everyone else hugged their friends, gave high-fives, just casually brushed hands… Just the slightest of touches occurred every day, every second, and you seemed to be missing out on all of it.

Get your shit together, Castle, he told himself, why are you obsessin’ over this like some fuckin’ creep? Maybe, he was just overthinking it, imagining things, fixating on how pretty your hands were and how he suddenly regretted not going for that handshake.

Then, one night, you were having a drink with Frank at his favorite bar, and none other than Curtis Hoyle happened to round the corner, slapping a hand on Frank’s shoulder as he greeted the man. ”Hey, man. Missed you at the group yesterday”, Curtis noted with a disapproving look, and chuckling, Frank scratched the back of his neck.

”Yeah, I, uh, I’ll make it to the next one. Promise”, he pursed his lips in a narrow smile before gesturing between you and his friend. ”Oh, this is Curtis”, Frank introduced him before giving your name to Curt, who reached out with his hand.

You nearly flinched, withdrawing into yourself while giving the two men an apologetic smile. ”Sorry”, you spoke in a timid voice, ”I—I have… a thing.” The worst explanation anyone had ever heard, but it was good enough for Curtis to back off, his hands lifted up in defense.

”Hey, that’s cool. I’ll leave you two to it. It was nice to meet you”, he smiled at you, and sheepishly, you returned the favor.

When he was gone, you squeezed your eyes shut and dropped your head against the bar counter. Frank frowned, but held back the urge to place a hand on your back, supposing that while he didn’t quite understand, he could still respect whatever was going on.

”You okay, sweetheart?” he asked quietly, genuine concern on his face as he eyed you up and down. His heart ached for you, and he goddamn hated the uselessness of his presence, the way he didn’t know what to do to make it better.

”I don’t know how to… how to even begin to explain”, you chuckled dryly, casting a look down at your hands, trembling ever-so slightly.

Frank licked his lips and leaned against the counter. ”Hey, I got all night. I ain’t sayin’ you owe me anythin’, but if you wanna talk about it… I got two good ears right here”, he offered, and with a look up at him, you seemed to review just how serious he was. A lot of people claimed to be open and willing to listen, but as soon as you shared, you could feel an irreversible shift in the air. But Frank? He stared right back at you, not faltering under your scrutiny, his hand wrapped around his beer as he waited for you to start.

”Okay, but you asked for it”, you warned him, earning a chuckle from him.

”I can handle it, sweetheart.”

You shrugged. ”Well, I won’t beat around the bush. I was sexually assaulted. Ever since then, I just… don’t experience touching the same way. Sometimes it’s different types of fabrics making me feel… trapped, I guess, but it’s people, too. I can’t tell what it is, why I can’t stand the feeling of some skin types, so I just… don’t touch anyone, ever”, you began to explain, glancing at your hands and then back at Frank to see if he was showing any signs of regret.

But he wasn’t. He was leaning in, listening attentively with his head tilted to the side and his eyes transfixed by you, not an ounce of judgment visible on his rough features. In that moment, he looked only kind and understanding, not even a little bit intimidating. Safe.

”That must be tough”, he muttered, sucking in a breath, ”you need me to take care of anyone, you just say the word.” You could see the clench in his jaw, and you swallowed, supposing that underneath the kindness directed at you was a whole lot of Punisher waiting to be unleashed.

”I’ll consider it”, you pursed your lips together in a weak smile, ”thank you, Frank.”

You waited a moment before speaking up again. ”So, you’re not… weirded out? Think I’m too much trouble than I’m worth?” you queried, unsure if you even wanted the answer, but before you had the chance to regret asking, Frank had spoken up.

”No.” He was direct and honest, not a hint of doubt in his raspy voice. ”Nah, you’re fine, sweetheart. Everyone responds to trauma differently, y’know? I’m a livin’ example. And it ain’t like you can choose to feel a certain way, yeah? It is what it is”, he shrugged before inching his hand towards yours, not enough to close the distance and touch you but enough to imply he wanted to.

”Don’t mean I ain’t a lil’ disappointed, though”, he whispered, and with your heart beating rapidly in your chest, you nodded.

”Me too”, you spoke shakily, wanting so badly to just be like any other person and shake his hand. Caress his cheek. Hug him, kiss him…

Dismissing the tension between you by pulling away and chuckling, you gestured for the bartender and then flashed a smile at Frank. ”Well, I say we get a few more drinks”, you cleared your throat, and lifting an eyebrow, Frank grinned at you.

”That usually work?” he asked before finishing his beer, and well-aware that it usually only amplified the need for human contact, you just gave Frank a smile that spoke on your behalf.

A few drinks turned into many more, and your conversation with Frank didn’t seem to have an ending in sight. Being with him felt so natural, so effortless — maybe it was the fact that there was no elephant in the room anymore, and you opening up got him to do the same for you.

Only when the bar closed, the two of you were practically kicked out, and still refused to leave each other’s side. ”I’mma walk you home. That alright with you?” Frank questioned while shoving his hands in his pockets, and breaking into a grin, you nodded.

It was mostly smooth sailing. But it seemed the drinks you had had were getting to your head, making it sway heavily, and before you knew it, you were stumbling on the sidewalk. You could laugh it off, until you finally tripped over air and flew towards the pavement, your body destined for impact if it wasn’t for Frank.

You found yourself reaching for him instinctively, and he didn’t hesitate to pull his hands out of his pockets and grab yours to keep you upright. Your fingers wrapped around his and he seemed to only be worried about you not falling flat on your face. You, on the other hand, panicked at the contact, and as soon as you were firmly planted on both feet, you withdrew from his touch and shoved your hands into your pockets with wide eyes.

”Oh, fuck”, Frank murmured as soon as he realized, ”hey, ’m sorry—”, but you cut off his apology with a rushed smile.

”It’s okay. It’s fine. Thank you for the help”, you insisted, and with a nod, Frank fell into silence.

In fact, silence was exactly what ensued between the two of you. He was getting wrapped up in guilt, sure that he had messed things up and broken your one very clear boundary. But you… you were trying to figure out why the feeling of his hands didn’t make you want to recoil in disgust. You wanted to touch him again.

You didn’t know how to express that in a way that didn’t sound too weird, though. But as soon as you reached your apartment building, you turned to face him before he could run off.

”Hey, wanna come inside for a while? I know it’s getting late, but…”, you offered, and before you could beat yourself up for the awkward line, Frank was nodding.

”Hell yeah, sweetheart. Lead the way.”

You were painfully aware of his taller frame behind you, making you fumble with your keys and only allowing you to breathe once you made it inside your apartment. You kicked off your shoes and took off your jacket, whereas Frank kept his on and simply wandered about the small space, inspecting all your little knick-knacks and decorations that made it truly you.

”Can I get you something to drink?” you asked with your nerves obvious in your voice, not to mention the fiddling of your fingers, which Frank noticed — just chose not to comment on.

He chuckled, though. ”Pretty sure we’ve drank plenty for the night, huh?” he pointed out while heading for your couch and gesturing for you to join him. ”Lemme clear the air. I didn’t mean to touch you like that, yeah? I apologize”, Frank went on, and with a swallow, you weighed your options. You could accept the apology and pretend like nothing had ever happened… but you knew that you’d always wonder.

”Actually”, you cleared your throat, ”can I do it again?”

It was obvious Frank was taken aback by your words. His eyes widened and his back straightened, but despite the moment of silence, he ended up bobbing his head in a nod. ”Yeah, ’course”, he spoke quietly, holding out his hand for you to take.

You only stared for a second, your stomach full of butterflies at the invitation right before your eyes, but eventually, you placed your smaller hand in his and gently squeezed. A smile broke onto your face as you brushed your thumb across the back of Frank’s hand, and Frank couldn’t help but smile to himself, as well, enamored by the sight of you inspecting his scarred, calloused hand like it was the most fascinating thing you had seen.

Quietly, he moved but only to take off his jacket and roll up the sleeves of his button-up. You met his gaze curiously, and he simply gave you an encouraging nod, which was quite enough for you to trail your hand up his palm and across his strong forearm. He tensed under your touch and you swallowed at the veins protruding from his rough skin, but none of it was unpleasant. In fact, you were loving it.

”Can I touch you?” Frank whispered, husky and low, and quite enough to send a chill down your spine. You considered it for a moment, but agreed with a silent nod, one that wasn’t satisfactory to Frank. ”Need to hear you say it, sweetheart”, he noted, and with a shaky voice, you spoke up.

”Yes, please.”

Gently, Frank squeezed your hand before letting go and lifting his up to your cheek in a tender caress, his fingers soft and steady as he trailed down your jawline and to your neck. You closed your eyes and exhaled heavily, and without another thought, you let the words tumble out of your mouth.

”You feel so nice”, you confessed, and with a soft chuckle, Frank flashed a grin.

”Yeah?” he licked his lips. ”Shit, I’m real flattered, you know that?” he continued, and you could have sworn you could see him blush.

You hummed and took his hand again, choosing to be bold and interlocking your fingers. You sat there for a moment, just reveling in the feeling and the contact you hadn’t had in so long, and as you did, another realization dawned on you.

”You know this means I’m gonna be super clingy, right?” you pointed out, and snorting, Frank gave you a look.

”Pretty girl like you? Don’t sound like a problem to me, sweetheart. You just remember to tell me if it gets too much, aight? We’re doing this on your terms”, he reminded, and with a genuine smile spread across your lips, you nodded in agreement.

”You’ve got yourself a deal, Frankie.”

Mirroring your smile, Frank leaned down to give the back of your hand a careful kiss. ”Deal.”

[sunflowersandsapphires]

See if it fits

Wake Up, Chapter 10 (THE FINALE)

Series Masterlist

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader 

summary: In an attempt to stop the advances of an unwanted suitor, Matt Murdock accidentally condemns you to being his fake girlfriend.

warnings: swearing, smut adjacent times, reader blames herself for SA (this is entirely an insecurity, survivors are NEVER at fault.), discussion of pressing charges (this piece is not meant to shame anyone who chooses not to seek legal reparations for harassment or assault, this is just setting up a future plot.)

a/n: WE MADE IT! Wow, I can’t believe it’s been 3 months since I first posted this fic, that’s crazy. I really hope this feels somewhat satisfying, I left it open ended because I may or may not be planning a follow up in this verse :)! I cannot thank y’all enough for bearing with me and following along. There will be more fun multi-chapter fics to come!!!

w/c: 4.5k

Your chin tilted up appreciatively as Matt pressed a kiss to your temple, the arm he had around you nestling you more firmly against his side. Your three mutual friends, situated around the large booth at Josie’s, exchanged knowing glances at the display of affection. 

“So…” Marci swished her drink around, looking between you and Matt with an arrogant smirk. “What changed?” 

“Nothing, we just…” Matt’s free hand gestured limply, giving no further explanation. 

“Stopped beating around the bush and admitted to having feelings for one another?” Karen asked with an air of fake politeness. 

“Realized that you were both miserable when you were avoiding each other?” Foggy snorted. 

“Finally looked at your relationship and had a ‘come to Jesus’ moment because you two have actually been dating for months now under an incorrect label?” Marci smiled, clearly amused by Matt’s blush and your avoidant eyes. 

“Yah, yah, all of that.” Matt groused, taking a swig of his beer as he rolled his eyes. 

“And after one night, some asshole was able to get you to confess your love. Truly doing what none of us could.” Foggy let out an incredulous laugh as Marci and Karen giggled at the joke but Matt had gone rigid beside you, not seeing the humor in such a traumatic event. 

“That’s not funny, Foggy.” He muttered, his rumbling tone heavily inked with a darker quality that you knew lurked beneath his surface. 

“What even happened to you two that night?” Cruising right past Matt’s angry comment, Marci gazed at you intently. Your friends had been given small details, but only Matt knew the identity of the man that had captured you, and, as far as you knew, all of them were oblivious to your previous issues with him. 

“Um, well, that’s kind of a long story?” You answered, lamely, stirring your drink and focusing intently on the way it twirled around the glass. 

“She doesn’t have to relive a near death experience to satisfy your curiosity.” Matt snapped, muscles flexing as he pushed in front of you protectively. 

Marci raised her hands in surrender as Foggy and Karen exchanged nervous glances. “Woah there, big shot, I wasn’t—“ 

“Did you not just ask her for the story of how she was attacked because she hadn’t told you yet? I’m pretty sure—“ 

“Matt,” Hooking an arm around the one he had securely thrown across your belly, your palm came up to grasp his shoulder and pull him back. “Hey, she was asking a valid question. They deserve to know.”

His face turned to yours, you could just make out the flurry of rage and concern in his stunning brown eyes behind their red lenses. “You don’t have to tell anyone anything. No one is owed an explanation.” There was an edge to his words that gave you the impression that he might know more than just the small amount you’d told him. 

“I know.” You smiled wanly. “But I haven’t been truly honest with any of you about that night. You all at least deserve that.” 

Clenching his jaw, Matt held you close as you took a deep breath. The rough pads of his fingers drew soft patterns under the hem of your blouse as you began recounting the worst days of your life. 

“The man that took me…was James Lannister.” Assuming it was better to rip the bandaid off, you started with the worst of the omitted details. Understandably, Marci, Foggy, and Karen all gaped at you from across the table until Karen broke the silence. 

“The attorney that was fired from PBA months ago? What on earth did he want with you?”

Biting your lip, you avoided their inquisitive eyes as you admitted your sin. “He wanted revenge. Because I got him fired.” 

The three of them took in the new development silently. You let your mind linger on the pleasant warmth of Matt’s palm around your waist before continuing. 

“James Lannister found me when I was working as a waitress in a shitty diner in Queens. After befriending me during my shifts, he offered me a position in his office. I was Lannister’s assistant for almost two years. No one knows this about me except a handful of people at PBA because I have since scrubbed it from my personal records and asked to keep my position and supervisor during that time confidential.” As your voice began to crack, you downed the rest of your drink. 

“You don’t have to—“ Foggy looked at you worriedly, but you waved him off. 

“It’s fine. I'm fine.” Matt gave a nearly silent growl beside you, clearly not convinced by the lie. “Like I said, I covered up that part of my life, but I worked for him for a significant period of time. During those two years, Lannister groomed me. He used me as a tool to end his relationship with his wife and then took his anger out on me when the settlement didn’t go his way. He abused and assaulted me and I was powerless to stop him for months. When the spot opened up in the midtown office, I jumped at the chance to escape. A coworker who had witnessed the abuse helped me report it and they transferred me.” 

Matt nudged his beer towards you as your vocal chords tightened around the words spilling out of your mouth. Somehow, he didn’t seem as surprised as the others by your tale of woe. “Thanks, love. After I was transferred, there was a very very lengthy investigation and, at the tail end of it, I was promoted. He was also up for the promotion, but when the investigation proved that he’d been a less than stellar employee, he was fired instead. Obviously, he holds me responsible for that.” 

Around the table, no one spoke. Foggy’s hand clenched tightly around his bottle, Marci looked furious, and Karen had gone white as a sheet. Clearing your throat, you pressed on. 

“I won’t traumatize you with any of the details but most people think that someone made up the allegations, even if they don’t know that it was me, personally, who spoke up about it. Moving on to the first night of the conference, you all know I was leaving the hotel after Matt and I had a…stupid conversation,” Matt winced beside you and you squeezed his thigh gently. “And I was planning on going home. But I was stopped by Lannister…and Beatrice Snyder.” 

A strangled noise sounded from your boyfriend at the inclusion of a familiar character. “Please tell me she didn’t…” 

You laughed, mirthlessly. “I wish I could, love. She was one of the people who thought I made everything up, except she knew it was me who reported him. I have no idea who told her, but all that time ago, when I freaked out at the Liberty Gala, that’s what she accused me of. She thought I was wrongfully punishing a man who had refused my advances and stealing his promotion. Handing me over to him was sort of a two birds, one stone thing, I guess. She wanted Lannister to be vindicated and she wanted Matt to think I was a cheating piece of shit. So she could finally have him.” 

Tears were pooling in your eyes now, but it wasn’t just from sadness or embarrassment. You were angry. Livid, in fact. Apparently, with all the “almost dying” and whatnot, you’d never processed how horrible you felt about Snyder trying to lie about you and swipe Matt from under your fake-girlfriend-soon-to-be-real-girlfriend nose. 

“That fucking bitch.” Karen snarled and Foggy nodded emphatically. 

Marci pointed a finger at Foggy. “The next time I see her, I swear—“ 

“Please don’t!” You squeaked, a few tears breaking the surface tension barrier and making their way down your cheeks. “I know that this is a lot of information and you are obviously going to draw new conclusions about the people involved, me included, but…I just want things to stay the way they were. Please.” 

“Sweetheart, I’m not sure we can do that.” Matt used a thumb to swipe the moisture from your face. “You matter so much to us, of course we care about what happened to you.” You fell against his solid chest with a sniffle and he kissed the crown of your head. 

“Matt’s right.” Foggy added gently. “What they did to you was not ok. We won’t do anything you don’t want us to do, but you should at least consider pressing charges.” 

“I‘ve tried that before.” You murmured tiredly, burying your face against Matt’s neck. “Lannister is still respected by most of the cops, attorneys, and judges in this city. I didn’t stand a chance then and I don’t now.” 

“You didn’t have us before.” Karen says, her gaze ferocious but kind. 

“Karen’s right. You have 4 attorneys backing you now.” Marci nodded, clearly already working through the details of the case in her head. 

“If we could get the coworker to testify—“ Foggy jumped in, making notes in his phone. 

“Guys, wait…” You pleaded, but your quiet tone was ignored. 

“Foggy is right, a coworker testimony would be crucial. And we’d just want to thoroughly vet the judge before filing, to be sure he wouldn’t have the upper hand. But we could file in both criminal and civil courts and give us a better chance of success.” Matt’s attention was fully on the other 3 attorneys, his arm no longer shielding you from the world or your bubbling panic. 

“No, I don’t want—“ They still weren’t listening. Your breathing turned shallow, why did the walls suddenly feel like they were closing in on you? The voices around you blurred as your skin turned clammy. You clenched and unclenched your fists repeatedly in an attempt to bring yourself out of an impending anxiety attack. 

Behind you, a glass shattered—scattering the few remnants of your calm demeanor across the bar with the shards. You jumped, whirling around to find the source of the noise. A hand clamped around your wrist and you flinched, turning to see Matt’s worried face flash with hurt. 

“I-I can’t—“ You panted, “I gotta go.” And with that final display of bravery, you fled the dive bar and retreated to your apartment.  

Inhaling deeply, you tried to ground yourself by focusing on the heat of the mug in your hands. Whisps of steam spiraled upwards toward your eager face, dancing across your cheeks in a tender caress. You got all of 5 minutes to wallow in self pity before he caught up to you. 

The window in your bedroom slid open, which would have alarmed you if you weren't confident that it was your concerned ninja boyfriend. His stern voice did catch you off guard, however.

“What were you thinking?” Arms crossed, you could almost smell his rage, the devil gnashing its teeth behind his glowering eyes. 

“I'm sorry, Matty,” His nostrils flared at the nickname, clearly rejecting your attempt to soothe his spurt of protective anger. “You were right, it was too much, I--”

Matt was practically alight with indignation. “You cannot just run off like that. Not after your track record.” 

“My track record?” That comment stung, plucking a string that ran straight to the core of your insecurities.

No doubt sensing the shift in your tone,  Matt changed tactics with a sigh.  “Lovely, you of all people know how dangerous it is out there—“

“You think it was my fault.” Your voice wavered, not daring to look at him and see resigned agreement. 

“Of course not.” Matt denied firmly, but you held onto your suspicion nontheless. Hands held out in a placating gesture, he moved towards you. “Never. I just…I worry about you.” 

“I’m fine.” Your boyfriend flinched at the lie. 

“Both of us know that’s not true.” His blank eyes darted around your face, searching for any path past the walls you were putting up. Clearly something he'd said had been misconstrued, he would never blame you for the actions of monsters, but it had forced your guard up anyway. Wetting his lips with his tongue, he sat beside you on the couch, trying not to let his face betray how devastated he was by your physical and emotional distance.  “Sweetheart, why don’t you want to press charges?” 

“What?” You looked to him in surprise, not expecting him to get right to the root of your distress.

“That’s what set your anxiety off, isn’t it?” It was less of a question and more of a statement.

“Matt I don’t—“ You started, but he held up a finger to stop you as a scream echoed in the distance. Holding your shoulders high as your heart clenched, you set your jaw and allowed your consciousness to sink back into emotional numbness. “Go.”

“Angel, I don't--” Conflict was etched into his features, softening your resolve.

”It's ok, Matt.“ You ran a hand over his arm as you reassured him honestly. ”Go, let the devil out. We can have a more productive conversation when you've given your alter ego the space he needs and I've sorted through my own emotional turmoil.”

“I don't want to leave you like this.” Matt's voice was soft with hesitation and strife. He reached a hand towards you in silent offering.

Squeezing his outstretched fingers, your stomach ached with sympathy. “And I'm asking you to. As much as I adore your company, I know myself pretty well. I need time to process my own thoughts and emotions. I love you, and we both know you need to attend to whatever is going on out there.“

Kissing your forehead, Matt nodded in understanding.”I love you too.“ 

”I know. I'll be here when you get back.“ You promised as he walked into your bedroom and leapt out the window.

Recentering your mug in your shaky palms,  you sighed as you realized the heat had dissipated in the time you'd neglected the drink. Standing on wobbling legs, you shuffled to the stove to boil it once more.

Ripping his mask off, Matt ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair as he debated his next move. The city hadn't asked much from him tonight, simply guiding him through a web of petty crimes before he landed in his apartment at a semi-decent hour. 

Each hit thrown had steadily chipped away at the swirling mass of anger that had been building in his chest for hours, leaving a trail of regret and guilt in its wake. His heart hammered at the thought of facing you again, after the way he'd acted. After scolding you for taking care of yourself and accusing you of putting yourself in danger, of course you assumed he blamed you for the violence you'd experienced. God, he was such an idiot. He didn't deserve you.

Swallowing the lump of insecurity that rose in his throat, he stripped off the suit and stalked into the shower, already brainstorming his much needed apology.

Across Hell's Kitchen, you turned fitfully on your mattress, failing to let sleep drag you under despite your exhaustion. Threads of apprehension knit together a string of self deprecating thoughts, weaving an intricate trap that you'd barely avoided since Matt left. Voices rang through your brain, making you wince with each word. Your fault. You’re so pathetic. Slut. Not with your track record. Whore. Shrew. Your fault. Your fault. Your fault.

You whined, curling into a ball and throwing your hands over your ears. But the voices didn't quiet down. 

You did this to yourself. You were asking for it. You think you’re a victim? You are so stupid. 

Shivers wracked your body as you wrapped a pillow around your head, the soft feathers unable to silence the imaginary accusations. Heaving quivery breaths, you tightened your fingers around the fabric in your fingers until your knuckles ached. With the subtle pain to hold your attention, you willed your lungs to hold the air for longer than a millisecond. 

Sniffling through stifled cries, your throat felt tighten as your heart pounded, stabbing a dull ache into your temples with each pulse. You were so engrossed in the storm of emotional instability that you didn't hear the window sliding open. Yelping as a hand touched your shoulder, you flew out of the bed, landing haphazardly on the wood floor in a pile of frantic limbs. 

“Woah, easy there, angel, it's me.” Keeping an admirable distance, Matt crouched in your line of sight, giving you time to adjust to his presence. Dressed in a worn shirt and sweatpants, his cheeks were tinged pink with exertion and his damp hair was ruffled—he must have hurried back to you. Although the thought of your boyfriend rushing to your side after tending to the city made your heart swell with adoration, your frayed nerves triggered a defensiveness within you.

“You couldn't have used the door?” You snapped, baring your hurt to him rather than letting your guard down and revealing the terror beneath. Grimacing at Matt's shocked expression, you recoiled at your own standoffishness. “I'm sorry, you just startled me.”

Frowning at the defeated tone you held, Matt scooted over to your collapsed form. “I thought you'd be asleep, angel. When I got close enough to hear your heart rate, I panicked. What happened?” Offering you a hand up that you timidly accepted, he sat you on the bed, kneeling before you and gazing up inquisitively. 

“Dunno. I was doing ok and then...I just wasn't.” Your breath hitched with the confession, pulling stale tears from your waterline. Traitors.

“You should've called me.” Matt's thumb ran lines over the back of your hand. 

Biting your lip, you closed your eyes. “I–I never want to make you choose between me and the city, that's not fair.” 

Nodding, Matt frowned. “I appreciate that, sweetness, but I will always always come help you.” Putting a mental pin in that conversation, he sat against your headboard and, risking rejection, lifted you tenderly into his lap. Breathing out a sigh of relief, you inadvertently leaned into the kisses he placed against your aching head. 

“I'm so sorry, beautiful girl. I didn't mean to snap at you earlier, that wasn't smart of me. It made you feel bad, huh?” Matt placed a gentle kiss on the bridge of your nose as you nodded miserably, glistening tears pouring down your cheeks. ”I apologize, but I need you to know I wasn't angry with you. It seemed like I was, I get that, but I promise I was just worried and I let my emotions get the better of me.“

”I'm sorry too.“ You murmured, gratefully falling into the hands that came to cradle your face. ”I should have been more careful.“

”Oh no, sweet thing, I didn't mean that. Nothing that those men did is your fault, ok? Nothing. I will tell you that a hundred times a day if I need to. I have never blamed you for their actions, ok? Hand to God.“

”Pinky promise?“ You sniffled quietly, pressing a lone pinky against the back of one of his. 

With an airy chuckle, Matt linked your fingers together. ”Pinky promise.“ 

”Thank you.“ 

”No need to thank me, sweetness. I just hope you'll forgive me.“

”You're already forgiven.“ You murmured, pressing your lips to Matt's. 

Tangled in each other’s arms, you happily let Matt trace patterns along your spine, beginning to nod off in his secure hold. Cupping your chin, Matt nudged his nose against yours. “I know you’re tired, lovely, but you should drink some water. Maybe take an Advil too, for that headache of yours.” 

Yawning, you nuzzled further into Matt’s neck. “How d’you know about that?” 

“I have special Devil senses. They help me tell when my darling girl isn’t feeling good.” He jested, pinching your cheek lightly. 

You smiled, accepting the glass he offered you and drinking greedily. Setting the now empty glass back on your nightstand, Matt settled into the mattress and pulled you with him. 

Sleep lapped at the brink of your consciousness, spurred on by the warmth of your personal space heater of a boyfriend. “I was thinking…” Matt’s rumbling whisper began, “We’ve never gone on a proper date, since we got together. Would you like to have dinner with me this week?” 

Humming contentedly, your lips broke into a small smile. “Yes please.” 

Kissing your forehead, Matt smiled back at you. “Ok, my sweet girl. I’ll plan something for us while you sleep.”

“I love you, Matty.” 

“I love you too, angel.” 

Waking up with you in his arms continued to be a small slice of heaven that Matt was sure neither he nor his Devil deserved. Pressing a kiss to your head, he inhaled deeply–centering himself with your delicate scent–before making his way to the kitchen to start coffee. Slipping out of your slumbering grasp, he padded blearily out of the bedroom, shuddering slightly at the abrupt lack of warmth around him. 

Once the coffee machine was whirring, Matt sank onto his worn couch, opening his laptop to listen to some emails he’d received the night before. After responding to one, a smile grew on his face when he heard an uptick in your pulse as you shifted on the bed. 

Patiently waiting for his coffee to brew, he refrained from returning to the covers to shush you and help you back to sleep. Unfortunately, this meant you had fully left the bed before he could encourage you to stay there.  

Soft footsteps rung throughout the loft as you walked towards him, yawning the whole time. 

“Good morning, sweet thing. You didn’t need to get out of bed yet,” Though he was still smiling (his grin was nearly constant in your presence), he almost pouted in sympathy as he heard your groggy voice respond. 

“Didn’t want to be in bed anymore,” You explained with a shrug, settling into his lap with a content little sigh. “Wanted to be with you.”

Fuck, that tugged on his heart strings. Gasping slightly at the outpouring of affection from you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and hooked his chin over your head. “Then I guess we’ll both have to relax today, huh.” 

Nodding vigorously, one of your hands came up to cradle his face, gently rubbing over his stubble. “Mmm I like that plan. And any other plan that involves Matthew Murdock resting. He’s pretty averse to that, you know.” 

Huffing out a laugh, Matt poked your stomach. “I am not ‘averse’ to resting!” 

“Oh yah? So you wouldn’t be listening to emails on this bright, early Sunday morning? Rather than, I don’t know, staying in bed with your sleeping girlfriend?” 

Chuckling, Matt shrugged, “I wanted coffee!” 

“You’re deflecting, counselor.” You hummed, pressing an inviting kiss to his lips and pulling back all too quickly for Matt’s liking. His hands caught your neck, trying to tug your lips back to his as he whined involuntarily, but you just smiled. “I’m getting you that coffee you wanted so badly.” Matt hadn’t even realized the machine had sounded, far too focused on your body and the delicious sounds it was making as it teased him. 

You tried to get up from the couch, but Matt’s arms caught you in a vice grip. He growled lightly, burying his face in your neck and nipping at the junction where it collided with your shoulder. 

“Matty, darling,” You laughed brightly, leaning into his nuzzles and bites as you tried to reason with him. “As much as I do want you to rest today, I’m going to need coffee so that I don’t pass out immediately.”

“You can pass out,” Matt murmured against your sweet skin. “I don’t mind.” 

Tracing a hand up his back and into his hair, you smiled. “Well, I mind. I have something I want to do today that I need to be awake for.” 

“Wh-What’s that?” Matt rumbled, struggling to stay coherent as you massaged his scalp. 

“I, uh,” You suddenly hesitated, Matt tilted his head as your guard slid up ever so slightly. “I was thinking of going to the 10th precinct and, um, filing charges.” 

Your pulse stuttered, your body giving away your discomfort—with either the idea of filing or his reaction, he wasn’t sure. Maybe both. 

“That’s, that’s great, sweetness, but I don’t want you to do anything just because people you care about suggested it—“

“No, I want to. Well, want might not be the right word, but I…I think it’d be smart. To file at least a protective order and to get something on paper for the whole hostage situation.”

“I agree, love. Always a good idea to make a paper trail, right?” Matt asked lightly, as he rubbed a hand over your arm—trying to silently remind you that you were safe, that you could be vulnerable with him. 

Hiding your face in his shoulder, you bit your lip, weighing the consequences of the question you wanted to ask. Apprently reading your thoughts, Matt pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“You can ask me anything, love.” 

Shoving his shoulder, you glared at him. “You know it’s really creepy when you do that.” Matt laughed in response. 

“You don’t think it’s creepy, you feel more comfortable when I read you like that. Your heart rate always slows down.” 

Rolling your eyes, you stifled a smile. “Fucking show off.” 

“For you my dear? Always.” Resting his brow against yours, Matt’s blank eyes formed an almost stern expression. “What did you want to ask me, lovely?”

“Will you, er, I mean—“ You sighed, drawing in a deep breath before spitting out the query. “Will you actually help me if I file? Like, legally?”

“Oh, angel, of course!” Pulling back from you, Matt’s words held so much affection and genuine care that you felt a lump growing in your throat. “I will do everything in my power to see that man locked away for good.” 

You giggled as his voice deepened to a snarl, the Devil showing his face for a moment as the memories of your kidnapping resurfaced. “As Matt Murdock or the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen?” 

“Both.” He growled, hands instinctively clenching around you. 

Cradling his face between your palms, you drew your protective boyfriend into a heated kiss.

Shifting from foot to foot, you glanced at the brick facade apprehensively. As you ran through the possible ways this could blow up in your face, Matt’s steady hand clasped around your trembling one. 

“We can go home right now, sweet girl.” He reminded you gently, squeezing your hand comfortingly. For a moment, another night flashed before your eyes, as if the precinct was the venue for the Liberty Gala you’d attended all those weeks ago. 

“No. He deserves to be put away. I’m going to make that happen.” You said defiantly. 

Matt dropped your hand and slid an arm around your waist. “I’ll be here every step of the way, sweetness.”

Nodding to yourself, you blew out a breath. “Right. Let’s do this.” Taking your boyfriend’s arm, you led him up the steps and into the bustling precinct. 

It wasn’t clear what the future would hold, but the pair of you would get through it together. That, you were sure of.

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[skylarmoon71]

Matt Murdock (Daredevil) - Chapter 6

“Who thought it was a good idea to put numbers and letters together?”

Matt gives your arm an encouraging pat as you drop your head on the desk dramatically.

“We’re almost done, three more questions.” He encourages.

You sulk, lifting your head as you get back to work. You were really happy that Matt was practically a genius. Thankfully you wouldn’t have to worry about any math specific courses after this semester. Reading out the question, Matt listens and then gives instructions on how to solve it.

He has a really patient way of teaching, especially since everything in your book looks like a foreign language. Whenever he breaks it down, it just makes more sense. For the next twenty minutes you keep at it. When you’re done you pack up your books. The vibration of your phone catches your attention.

It’s a message from Foggy.

“Can’t make it tonight, I have a date.”

You shake your head.

“Foggy has a date, so I guess movie night is canceled.”

“That’s okay, we can just watch the movie.”

You stiffen.

“J-Just the two of us?”

In his room, alone, with no one else…

“Yeah, why not.”

You finally get yourself to nod.

“S-Sure sounds like fun.”

You wish you could stop yourself from acting so awkward around him now but you can’t help it. With your bag packed, he takes your hand, much like every other time before. At this moment you’re sort of fortunate that he’s blind. You rather him not see how obvious your blush is.

“Something on your mind?”

“N-Not really.”

You swear sometimes the guy is psychic. The whole falling for your best friend trope is just so predictable, you know that. But it’s not like you could help it. You’ve known Matt for about two years now. It’s not like you never thought he was attractive.

You just spent the first semester thinking he would steal Foggy, then the next, the three of you just became such a close trio that romantic love always seemed just out of the picture. You never even considered it. But since he’s started tutoring you, you’ve begun to notice the little things.

Like the way his cheeks raise when he smiles, or how there’s always a subtle hint of concern when you leave his dorm a little later than usual. Maybe it was the way he smelled so great all the time. Being close to him like this made you more conscious of all the reasons you’d gained a crush.

Whenever you think about it, all you can see is that you’ll ruin the friendship if he ever finds out. With those thoughts now running through your head, you don’t really have the heart to sit through a movie.

“Actually Matt, I think I’ll pass on the movie night. I just remembered I have an assignment I need to take care of.”

“Anything I can help with?”

You shake your head.

“No, I’ve got it. Thank you.”

“No problem, if you need help just ask.”

“I will.”

You feel horrible lying to him like that, but you couldn’t think of a better excuse that would be as believable. You’re so distracted for the remainder of that night, you barely process it when your friendly neighborhood vigilante comes in.

“I take it you have a lot on your mind.”

You lift your head a bit lazily, then blink. Once you process that he’s there, you just send a halfhearted wave.

“Hey Mr. Daredevil.”

He takes a seat and patiently waits for you to say what’s on your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

From the delay in his response, you can tell he doesn’t see the question coming.

“I don’t.”

You just let out another sigh and he laughs. When he places his hand on your shoulder, you look up.

“You know you can tell me anything, I won’t judge. I’m not exactly a saint.”

That earns him a smile. With a soft giggle, you pull the pillow closer to your chest.

“It’s just that recently I’ve realized that I have feelings for a friend of mine. He’s a great guy, so sweet. The sweetest. He’s kind, and patient and he always listens whenever I rant to him, kind of like you. I know I can depend on him for anything. I really want to tell him how I feel but I don’t exactly have any experience with guys or relationships and I’d be so sad if things got awkward because he doesn’t feel the same. “

You puff your cheeks, burying your face in the pillows.

“I’ve never even kissed a guy before!” You complain.

He seems unsure how to proceed. He’s the one that insisted that you could confide in him, but this seems more like a situation for a girl because he’s not sure if he’ll say the right thing.

More than anything, he’s curious. As far as he knew, he was the closest male friend you have besides Foggy. It’s not like you didn’t speak to any other guys, it’s just that he’s never seen you spend as much time with anyone outside of your trio group.

The thought of you harboring feelings for some guy makes him a bit jealous. He should just give you some encouraging words and leave it alone, but he has to know, he needs to.

“This guy, is he one of the friends you mentioned before?”

You nod, pulling your face away from the pillow.

“It’s Matt.” You confess softly.

“It’s me...”

His head moves back over in your direction. You’re still holding unto the pillow for dear life, and despite himself, he smiles. He should be comforting you, but the fact that he knows now, he can’t help but smile.

“Why don’t you tell him?”

You shook your head vigorously.

“I can’t! You’ve never met him but I’m telling you, Matt is gorgeous. He’s like a model. Just the thought of saying that to him it..” You bury your face back into the pillow and he laughs.

“If you don’t say anything you’ll never know how it’ll go.”

“It’s probably better that way.” Your muffled voice replies.

More than anything he wants to reach out and tell you that there’s no need to worry. He’d very much like to hold you, touch you, kiss you, but like this, he doesn’t have that right. Here he’s a friend to you. It can’t go any further than that.

To you, he is Daredevil and you want Matt Murdock.

“I can’t say for sure how he feels, but I know that if there was someone like you that held those feelings for me, I’d be ecstatic.”

This time you raise your head slowly. His words are more than touching, and you find yourself comforted by the sincerity behind his smile.

“You really mean that?”

“I do.”

You blush, holding your cheeks.

“You player you, okay, I’ll tell him.”

You seem to have shifted into a giddy mess and he laughs.

“Was it really that easy?”

“Yep, thanks again!” 

[dietmountaindewbae]

ll. rumors of the mystery girl

alex turner x reader 

word count: 7537

summary: you and (late 2014) Alex are friends with benefits, until one night everything changes between the two of you.

warnings: smut, daddy k!nk.

song recommendation: rx queen by deftones

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*⋆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*⋆ 

He felt chills creeping up his spine, lightly shivering, his heartbeat uneven, and that uneasy feeling surrounding him in his sleep, suddenly a knock at the door made him jump and get up.

"Hello?" He said unsteadily.

"Yeah, Alex... you're up in 30 minutes, just to let you know," One of the staff members said behind the trailer's door, Alex rubbed his face up and down, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Alright mate, thank you I'll be there in a bit" He got up from the small brown leather couch that he had slept on, walked to the bathroom, and washed his face with cold water, trying to remember what was he dreaming about, it made his sweat go cold, and even that small knock made his skull shake, whatever it was, he knew he had to distract himself fast, he had some minutes to waste so he fetched Matt's laptop and searched for old breaking bad episodes, he still couldn't get his mind clear, questions fluted his mind, just like, Why was he getting such bad nightmares? Were they just to beware of something? Or someone?

He took his phone out from his left pocket and searched in his contacts for the name of the girl who maybe could put an ending to his suffering, he put his phone close to his ear and took a look around the trailer just to make sure he was completely alone, he closed the curtains and took his seat back on the couch, he was getting anxious, he wanted you to answer.

"Hey, Alex, I just got to the hotel, I'm gonna be a little late blame the crazy traffic, it's shit" You complained, you made him giggle loudly, it was comforting when you heard him laugh, or when you saw him smile, you had to admit it was quite contagious.

"It's alright, love, you've seen us play a thousand times before this one is not as different from the rest" You groaned and rolled your eyes, he couldn't see it but he knew you so well already.

"Every time I see you perform it feels like the first time, I don't care what you say I am going" He laughed once more, you had really pretty lips, but the words that came out of them weren't so pretty sometimes.

"I'll wait for you, I'm off in like 25 minutes I think" You heard him a little bit unmotivated, tired, and stressed, you sat down on the edge of your bed and fiddled with the rings on your fingers.

"What's wrong Al? I don't hear you very well" You said with a slight tone of concern, Alex was pretty selfless putting everyone before him most of the time, his emotions were pushed back often, and sometimes you were worried about his mental health, whenever you heard him a bit down the first thing that you wanted to do was to fix that in any way possible.

"Yeah...just a bit I dunno... anxious" He confessed, "I've been having these dreams more like nightmares...and it's always before the show you know, I can't sleep well and you know how important it is for me to take a good nap"

"You and your power naps Al" You chuckled, your body falling to the soft sheets, "I'm very sorry to hear that mate, maybe you're stressing about something"

"It feels more like... I'm running away from something but I dunno what could that something be, it's swallowing me whole and I dunno what it is" He brushed his hair back and exhaled loudly, "And I believe that gets me stressed too" You were getting an incoming call from your sister when you were about to answer to him, you explained you had to go for 5 minutes and you'll be back after hanging up.

While being on the phone with your sister, you were thinking about how tense he must feel, he came forward to you when he felt bad, sometimes it was only to listen, to give advice, or sometimes it was none of them, an idea popped into your brain after you said goodbye to your sister. You went inside the bathroom and took your shirt and jeans off, undid your little hair bun, and looked for something sexy inside your suitcase, whenever you were in foreign countries you never knew what type of things you could find, so you were always ready for anything, it was a simple red wine piece of lingerie, that you paired with white high knee socks, you took some pictures in front of the mirror and on the bed, trying to arch your back, and show your chest and your ass, you felt sexy when you looked at yourself in the mirror, the lace hugged your figure nicely, you thought maybe someone, in particular, would like it.

Alex's phone buzzed and he picked it up from the table, he looked at the message on the screen.

You | 9:40 pm

You're still tense Al?

Alex | 9:40 pm

Yeah, a bit less but still, why are you asking?

You | 9:40 pm

You're up in 20 minutes, right?

Alex | 9:41 pm

Now 19, but yes

You | 9:41 pm

🙄

Alex | 9:41

Heheheh

You | 9:41 pm

So... you have 19 minutes to kill, would you like to see something I did for you? It's a surprise.

Alex | 9:42 pm

Yeah sure, I didn't know you took the time to get me something, that's very nice of you

You | 9:42 pm

It's not a present, but it might surprise you, you could even get a bit excited

Alex | 9:42 pm

I'm getting a bit curious now, tell me what is it

You took a deep breath in, before sending him the picture you took in front of the mirror, and considered it twice before you pressed the send button, you were also a bit tense from being all that time stuck in the traffic, this was for both of you, you made your mind up and decided to send it without looking at it, when you heard the sound your phone made after sending the message you threw your phone away to the bed and wait impatiently for his replay, thinking you might have fucked it up, thinking he maybe wasn't in the mood, or the picture didn't turn him on, maybe it wasn't the right way to make him feel better, fuck fuck fuck.

You heard the sound of a new message on your phone, "Fuck!" You scream excitedly.

*1 new message from Alex💋*

Alex | 9:44 pm

You look so fucking hot in that, are you wearing that to the gig?

You | 9:45 pm

Possibly... or maybe I won't wear anything under my dress, how would you like that?

Alex | 9:45 pm

Just to picture you without it makes me even fucking harder, send me a video of you touching yourself love, and I'll send you one back, I know how much you like to watch

You didn't even ask yourself twice what to do, you wanted to get him extremely turned on, wanted to set him on fucking fire, you grabbed a pillow so you could put your phone there to stay steady, and got to your knees, you lightly swayed your hips as you pulled down your underwear until it was low enough, your hands went down to your cunt, one began to slowly tease your clit while the other with two fingers began to tease your entrance, just like Alex would finger you, and just to think about him completely naked, feel his hard cock inside you, hear his whimpers, give him the power to dominate you and to fuck you, he fucked you so good, got lost in the feeling of your tightness, of your wetness, the sounds of your little pleads and moans, it made your cunt palpitate and soft moans fall from your mouth along with a little whimper of his name.

You send the video to him and waited for his replay still very gently touching yourself.

*2 new messages from Alex 💋*

Alex | 9:47 pm

Did it the way I fuck that tight little hole with my fingers, you little cunt, wanna see how I do it?

You opened the video he send, and he filmed the video facing himself, you could see how he was pumping his cock vigorously, and nibbling on his bottom lip, the tip of his cock red and hard, his lips plump and dry, his jaw tense you could see how he was trying to swallow back his moans, you could see how his throat stretched whenever he swallowed harshly, his Adam's apple bopping up and down, he threw his head back and sighed your name, it was your turn to send him a video now, and you were excited about it.

Alex | 9:49 pm

Spit in your cunt, I wanna see you cover your cunt with it, fuck yourself with your fingers imagine they're mine, lick them for me

You did as you were told, you kicked off your underwear and you spread your legs apart, you recorded first how your lips spit that white string of saliva into your cunt, then you recorded yourself rubbing that on you, "Fuck Alex..." You cursed, you were thinking about him punishing you telling you to not cum until he told you, licking all your wetness, smothering your cunt with his warm spit, you drooled over the way you felt his cock palpitate inside you, your lips tingled when you thought about kissing him, your walls clenched around your fingers begging you to go faster but you slowed down, just like Alex would, then you stop recording and immediately send him the video.

Not even a minute passed, and you were staring at the phone screen until it changed to the name of Alex, he was calling you, you pressed the green button and put your phone close to your ear.

"Fucking hell love, those fucking videos you send me, fucking loved them so much, you did so well" You slightly blushed at the way he congratulated you, you try to push his words aside and keep the attitude.

"I got all dolled up for you tonight, It would be a shame if you ripped off my knickers and use them to choke me, right?" You grinned, and you watched your hand gently go down your stomach letting your fingers slide down, you grabbed more of your wetness and coated your cunt with it.

"It would be a reward wouldn't it be, you dirty fucking cunt, tell me what are you doing babe" You heard the sound of his heavy breathing as he jerked himself off for you, "Fucking hell I bet you look so fucking dirty, with your legs spread open for me, nipples hard, back arched, I'd fuck you senseless"

"Come over after the gig...please, I wish you could see how hard I need you... I-I'm so close Alex, I can picture you fucking me on all fours smacking me... treating me like your whore, I'm your little slut" You heard Alex moan so loudly, with his husky voice, he was feeling so aroused, just to think about you with your legs wide open trying to get your fingers to reach deep inside you, to hit the same spots he touches, it made him wish he could just leave everything and go to that hotel room.

"I'm so close too, babe, you're such a good girl, doing just what I told you to do, when I come over I'll spit in your little mouth and fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit down tomorrow"

"I know how much you like to be deep inside it... daddy" You whimpered, Alex groaned and you heard his frustration, how much he wanted to come, how close he felt, he was so fucking close already until the signal started to fail, the phone call suddenly cut and he groaned in anger, he threw his phone away to the side.

"Fucking dirty piece of shit," He said under his breath, he checked his phone once more, and like he expected there was no signal, he sighed and put his pulsing cock back inside his trousers, you, on the other hand, tried calling Alex a bunch of times but it went straight to voicemail, you also guessed it could be because he was about to go to the stage, reality hit you and you ran to the bathroom to get a quick bath and run to the gig.

You were happy everything worked out at the end, even if the traffic was horrific, you got thru it and parked right beside the guy's trailer, you were almost escorted out because you couldn't find the backstage tickets that Alex gave you, and you had it on your back pocket all the time, somehow the universe decided to stop treating you like dog shit and you got there just before Do I wanna know? finished, you were escorted inside, and took a look around while you went up the stairs, there were a lot of people watching the monkeys so closely backstage, there was another floor above, filled with even more people, you wondered how didn't they get a panic attack, just to look at the number of people that were on the backstage plus the rest of the thousands of people that were in the crowd, you were impressed the 4 of them kept it strictly professional, not only professional but sexy.

Watching Alex on the stage, singing thru the microphone, swaying his hips along with the rhythm of his guitar, you thought he was just like soft currents, he went along with the tides, "Miss?" The guard popped your little Alex bubble and showed you the way inside the right side of the stage, it was less flooded with people, and you were greeted by some of the sound engineers, and their manager, you said a quick hi to him, and suddenly someone yelled your name.

"You came!" Breana ran towards you, threw herself on top of you and you fell to the floor, "Oh, I missed you so fucking much!" She hugged your neck tighter and you broke into laughter, you were glad many people couldn't hear how loud were you laughing, "Did I hurt you?" She asked, you said no with your head.

"I didn't know you missed me that much Bree... you look gorgeous by the way!" She politely smiled, and fixed her hair, "You look very good Bree I'm serious"

"And you too!"

"I barely showered, so..." You had to admit, you did plan out what you had in mind to wear to the gig, you tried to look put together, what made you look elegant was the huge white fur coat you were wearing above a skin-tight black dress, black tights with an arrow pattern knitted on the thin material, some black boots, makeup the same as always, sharp eyeliner, with black eyeshadow and a red lip, on your neck hanged a golden necklace with a small cross that Alex had gifted you since you both always joked on how catholic your parents were, he gave that to you as a birthday gift a while ago.

"You look straight out of the runway"

"Straight out of the fucking airport" You joked, she signed you to sit beside her in a black Arctic Monkeys equipment box, you fixed your hair putting it behind your ears, and you watched Alex in awe, you had a good look of him, Breana was having a chat with the rest of the girls but you were captivated by him, the way his lips moved against the microphone, you sort of wished you could walk up there and kiss him, Breana nudged your shoulder and pointed at Matt, he was waving hi at you.

Alex saw Matt giggling and smiling, "Bree?" He asked, Matt said yes with his head and quickly looked to his side, he saw you looking at him, all the sudden his smile grew wider without even him noticing, he didn't hide the way he was looking at you, knew damn well he was already undressing you with that look on his brown eyes, you didn't mind at all, because you were doing the same.

He walked back to the front, set his leg on top of his pedalboard, and said, "I gotta tell you about a girl named Arabella babe!" You giggled, and avoid looking at him because you knew your cheeks would turn scarlet red, you often asked yourself how everything he did was so effortlessly cool, his voice, the way the words just rolled out of his mouth, fuck, to think he might be singing Arabella for you, it made you feel that dull ache between your legs once more, you didn't attend to it after the phone call finished, you were too worried you wouldn't make it on time, but you did and it was all thanks to 2 in 1 shampoo. You wondered how that man could have such magic in his soul, God he was a fucking dream come true.

As the sun started to slowly disappear in front of you, the sky turning a shade of violet, and navy blue, he saw how the last rays of sun hit your very beautiful face, the hours passed by so fast when you have fun, you and Breana often got up to dance, and sing, often wondered whenever he closed his pretty brown eyes, what was he picturing? He seemed like he got lost in his thoughts, completely disconnected himself from everything, and focused on just one thing only.

Just as No.1 Parthy Anthem came to and ending, a girl from the staff grabbed the acoustic from his hands and he thanked her, he grabbed his Jazz master and placed it around his shoulders, plugged it and looked at you for less than a minute, you waved at him with a small smile, he blew you a small kiss, you pretended to catch it and you pressed it on your chest, he walked back to the microphone stand, "Gunna sing you a love song cause I love ya" That small mysterious melody from She's Thunderstorms was played by Alex, Jamie strumming his guitar on down strokes shortly after, you saw the yellow lights illuminating his face as he sang, you felt like a fly, suddenly attracted to the light, even if that's a little funny, it was true, you were walking closer to the stage just to look at him closely, you took a look at the crowd, no one looked like they weren't having a good time, you found it funny how the monkeys just singing a few songs could make thousands of people sing and chant, wave their hands, jump, people seemed to love She's Thunderstoms as much as you loved it, it was your favorite Arctic Monkeys song.

The song slowed down, Jamie gave that last strum to his guitar and the yellow lights went off, the stage went pitch black some smoke mixed in the air, and the mood completely changed when the color blue lighted the stage, Alex walked towards the microphone to sing the next tune, he took a deep breath in, "This one goes out to that booty call that you can't make cause you probably ain't gotta signal 'ere" Your cheeks turned bright red, and you went back to sit next to Breana, trying to hide the blush of your cheeks, Alex and Matt began singing the word "High" setting the tempo, you were still laughing at the things he said on the microphone. After Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High the next song was Fluorescent Adolescent, something you and Breana were excited about, Katie joined you two as well jumping up and down, singing the lyrics with a huge smile, something about that song made you so cheery, you were very pumped when you heard the initial riff.

When 505 finished, the monkeys waved goodbye to the crowd for their small break, they slowly came down some stairs, and you and the girls got up straight to hug them, you said hi to Nick first, then Jamie, and waved your hand at Matt since Breana was too busy kissing him, you stood in front of Alex, "Hi" You said with a silly smile, he was covered in sweat, some strands of his hair falling on his forehead, he had a grin on his face, as he looked at you up and down, on his left hand he carried a small Margarita.

"Come 'ere" He pulled you in, looping his arm around your waist, and hugged you close to him, you smelled the scent of his strong cologne, and you felt so high, he wrapped both of his arms around you and quickly spun you around, you chuckled as he put you back into the ground, "You look very pretty doll" His fingers put some hair behind your ear.

"You don't look so bad yourself" You joked, making Alex chuckle.

"Follow me" He grabbed your hand and took a look around before walking away from the stage.

"Where are we going?" He led you the way around the people, running down the stairs and sneaking into his trailer, you already knew what he wanted to do, so you decided not to make him wait any longer, you pushed him to the couch and straddled him, your thighs on either side of his legs, he threw your coat to the side revealing a black silk dress, that was more like lingerie than a common nightdress.

"Fucking hell darlin', all of this for me?"

"All for you," You said with a smile, you cupped his face with your hands, your thumbs lightly caressing his cheekbones as you slowly lean forward, your lips lightly brushed against his, he sighed his hot breath against yours, and you trapped his bottom lip between your teeth and fold it down gently letting it go, he wanted to kiss you properly but you pushed him back once more, lightly giggling at him, you got down to your knees, your hands traveling up his thighs, feeling the soft denim of his jeans, your fingertips brush against the bulge he had, you stroked his clothed hard cock, you bet it was pulsing, you didn't wanna wait any longer either, willing to make him feel good before the small break was over.

"Put me cock on your mouth love, it's a fuckin' order" You undid the buckle of his belt, and pulled down the zipper of his jeans, you saw the huge size of his dick, wondered if it could even fit inside your mouth, but the thrill made you take his thick cock out of his boxers, the tip was already leaking some precum out of it, the sigh of relief Alex made when you put your lips around his cock fueled you to keep on going, "Fuck babe, just like fucking that" His hand grabbed your hair on a small pony tail, you took his cock in your mouth taking everything that you could, he pulled your hair back and allowed you to breathe, "Next time open wider for me, I know you can do it so come on, let's not waste more time" You nodded, the only thing that you wanted was to give him so much pleasure, that pleasure made you feel happy, you took him in once more, and Alex pushed your head until his whole cock was inside your mouth, tears stinged your eyes, your mouth stretched to accommodate the monstrous size of his dick, you gagged around him, "That's right choke on me fucking cock you little cunt" You had to push back, you couldn't even breath at this point, you coughed several times before cleaning your mouth, you began to stroke him gently with your hand but he stopped you, "Don't want your hand I want your mouth, come on take it, or you can't do that for me?"

"I can do it," You said, "I'll prove it to you" He watched you in awe, he watched how you licked the bottom of his cock with your tongue, up to his tip, and let him sink further in deep, but you were chocking that way, you couldn't stop gagging, drooling, he saw you were doing your best but the position you were taking his cock wasn't the best.

"Get up" His cock slipped out of your mouth, and you got up from the ground, "Lay down on the couch I'm gonna fuck your throat" You did as you were told, laid down on the couch, "If you're not gonna take it I'll make you take it, open your mouth" You opened it, and Alex lifted his eyebrow saying no, "Wider" He ordered, he was so fucking frustrated it impressed you how horny he was, you were proud you made him that way, you opened your mouth wider as he told you and he smiled, "Good girl," He said, he put one of his knees on the couch so he could hold himself up properly and he let his cock slide inside your mouth, you closed your eyes as your let him fuck your throat, it was tough at first, Alex was trying to not to be too rough on you since he knew how sensitive that area could be but he still marked a good pace, it was a very weird sensation you had to say but hearing those little grunts, praises of your name, you knew how much he was enjoying it, and it turned you on, so you pushed your knees up, your dress hitched up, you slid your hand down to your underwear just for Alex to throw your hand to the side, "You keep taking me cock babe, I'll make you feel good" He said, before he could keep on going with whatever he was planing to do to you, all the thrill slipped out of your body and your blood pressure went down when you heard various knocks at the door.

"Alex we gotta get back come on mate where are you?!" Jamie yelled, he very carefully slipped out of your mouth, quickly pulled his jeans up, grabbed your hand, and fixed your dress and your hair.

"Eh... Just a minute I had to call Mum?.." You began to laugh, he covered your mouth but you couldn't stop laughing.

"Oi... tell Penny we miss her and that you have to fucking go!" Jamie knocked on the door once more and left, Alex left a lingering kiss on your lips as he was heading out of the trailer.

"Thanks for being here love I appreciate it" He left a small kiss on your cheek and headed back to the stage.

"You're very welcome!" You said, Alex chuckled loudly and blew you more kisses, you went back inside the trailer to fetch your coat, you were craving a cigarette just to lower the heat of what went down just a few seconds ago, and you closed the door of the trailer and walked to your car, the dark sky and the smell of the cigarettes relaxed your body as you exhaled the thick smoke from your lips, when you finished it you threw it to the ground and stepped on it, little did you know those small seconds of tranquility would come to an end too soon.

You went back to the stage, and you felt all eyes on you, girls from the staff were looking at you and their phones, and others were sneakily taking pictures of you, what the fuck is this? You walked back to where Breana and Katie were, and you tapped Breana on her shoulder, both of their eyes were glued to their screen, "Hey, what did I miss?" You asked, Breana and Katie, looked at you concerned, "What?" You said.

"They know about you and Alex, love," Katie said, her eyebrows pushed together, she was worried, she walked to you and showed you her phone, there was a picture of you from some minutes ago, you and Alex holding hands together walking to the trailer, another one of you walking inside the trailer, then there were a few more of Alex kissing your cheek, someone even took pictured of you smoking, you had the urge to read what the caption said.

"Alex Turner's Booty Call Is Real?!, pictures were taken by a source on the gig, source says that they shared a kiss before Alex left, I bet that something went on in there, look at the hair, maybe she's going for a new style. I didn't think Alex did booty calls but oh well look what we have here! She seems to be another groupie probably another hot supermodel..."

What the fuck?" You scrolled thru the comments, and you read how people compared you to Alex's ex-girlfriends, and other girls he's been seen with, some people called you things like cheap slut, whore, and gold digger, and others defended you trying not to judge too much, the truth is that you didn't even know what to believe, you didn't know if you were just his booty call, or if he would forget you the morning after, did he liked you even? all these questions felt like a ton of bricks, you couldn't even process at what moment that person took those pictures, you scrolled thru the comments, people had found old pictures of Alex walking with you on the street taken by someone from the media, people threw more gasoline to the fire, saying Alex had probably cheated on Arielle with you long before they broke up, you felt a pang of sudden guilt when you knew it wasn't your fault, hell you were even dating someone at the time.

"I swear, I hate the media so much this is such bullshit," Breana said, "You sure you're alright cause I'll find whoever took those pictures and I swear I'll-"

"It's alright Bree I'll be fine... and I do own you both an explanation but I have to go girls I'll be at my hotel, call me when you get to yours" You kissed them both on the cheek, but just as you were saying goodbye to them the gig finished, you were quick to leave but not so much.

He came down the stairs, and also saw the girls upset, "What happened?" Alex asked, with one single look at Katie's phone Alex already knew what happened, he didn't even look back and ran to get you, you were already close to the exit when suddenly cameras were flashed at your face, you couldn't even spot the people that were taking pictures of you, heard your name being called out a bunch of times, felt suffocated in the number of people that were all over you, "Love!" Alex called out, somehow a feeling of relief overcame you, "Come here I got you" He grabbed your arm and looped it around his, he gave you his sunglasses, and covered your face with them, and also to avoid your eyes getting hurt by the unholy amount of light they were exposed to, Alex was a like a shield that helped you get thru the press, he grabbed the door handle of your car and opened the door for you, "Call me when you get to your hotel, let me know you're ok!" You nodded with your head and he closed the door for you.

"Thank you" You whispered and went away.

At the red light in the traffic, you stopped for a moment to grab your phone, opened Twitter, and saw the number of people that began to follow you, you were shocked but not very surprised, you saw it coming soon enough, and you looked at all of the posts you were tagged in one of them in particular called, "Mystery Girl", you saw the thread and read it.

"Alex's new mystery girl is revealed today, the 28-year-old man after breaking up with supermodel Arielle V., seemed to move on from the recent break up very quickly!, he was spotted outside of T in The Park gig with a tall brunette girl that looks around the same age as him, when Turner was fresh out the stage some people swear they saw them walk out together from the stage into the trailer, to get some quick action there, other swear they heard the trailer move, those Alex have another girl? or is it just another booty call?"

"Another booty call? For fucks sake" Your head hit the steering wheel, people on the internet didn't even know your full name and they were already making allegations about your life, and your "Relationship" with Alex, you didn't feel bothered by the people who called you very degrading names, nothing mattered to you anymore, you just wanted to get a nice relaxing bath and pack up your things to leave tomorrow early in the morning.

You parked inside the hotel and locked your car, you were happy no one knew where you were, so without even looking back, you grabbed the elevator to go back to your room, but not even peace lasts for that long, the minute you logged in with the internet the hotel had given you your phone started to buzz again with messages from Alex, and 17 missed messages plus an upcoming phone call.

"Hello?"

"I'm outside, can you see me?" He asked, you walked to the small windows of your bedroom and you sat there, you spotted him sitting by the street carp he waved his hand at you and got up from the ground.

"Yeah, I can see you" You answered drily.

"Are you alright?"He scratched the back of his head and laid it against the brick wall of the other building.

"Yeah, thanks for asking"

"So what were you doing?"

"Packing up my bags I'm gonna leave tomorrow," You said, Alex walked forward and said no with his head.

"I'm coming upstairs wait for me there" He was about to cross the street looking at both sides.

"Don't even bother man, there's no need to-"

"I don't give a fuck, I'm going there tell me what room are you in," He said with a harsh tone, he quickly cross the street and you saw him go inside the hotel.

"418," You said.

"I'll be there in a bit" He ended the phone call, you threw your phone to the bed and felt so stupid, felt like it was a waste of time to even speak to him, you were just a booty call that's it. Minutes later you heard two knocks at the door, "It's Alex, open please," He said, you opened the door and let him in.

"What do you want?" You asked wanting the conversation to be over, "And don't fuck around 'cause I don't have all the time in the world" You sat on the corner of the bed and Alex stood against the TV.

"I know you're upset-"

"Yeah, no shit!" Alex crossed his arms and walked closer to you.

"At least let me talk for fucks sake" He was getting upset by your attitude, he couldn't spot what was wrong.

"Well I don't want to fucking hear it, so go back to dating your supermodel girlfriends or get another girl 'cause I ain't your girl anymore, I never was anyways" You stood up and began to push him to your door but he stood there like the biggest stone ever, you couldn't even push him away.

"I don't want anyone else, can't you understand?!"

You were amazed by his words, he wasn't serious at all, "Oh so you like me now?, you're fucking amazing Alex" You pushed your hair back and walked closer to him, "And I liked you too and...very much, but just- can't you fuck off now? I don't want to hear anything else, I had enough of you"

"I'm staying," He said, taking a step closer.

"You're leaving" Your attempts to push him away only got you to be pushed against the wall, anger and frustration got the best of you two, and without even thinking it Alex kissed you roughly, his lips tasting like rum, and cigarettes, his hands pulled you closer to him, your lower half pressed against the bulge he had on his jeans, you sighed against his lips, "Use me please" It was easy how in just a small kiss you could already be at his mercy.

"I'm gonna ruin you" You smiled at him, and he grabbed a handful of your ass and gripped it tight he lifted you from the ground and threw you to bed, he took that thin dress out of you in the blink of an eye, sat you on top of him, he saw your body and that red wine lingerie you used earlier, he remembered every second of the videos you send him, every movement your body made, how your fingers went in and out of you, and your lips parted to moan his name, his hands went around your ass, feeling the soft material of your tights, you were in deep, lost in the taste of his lips, the feeling of warmth, the taste of his lips, suddenly you heard how he ripped your thighs in half your ass was completely exposed, "Get on all fours," You crawled to the side, swaying your ass up so he knew you were ready, you heard him unzip his jeans and discard them away, along with his shoes, and shirt, you heard the sound of the buckle of his belt.

"What are you doing?" You asked you heard his giggle, you turned your head to the side, and he grabbed your thighs and pulled you to the end of the bed, your feet were on the floor but the rest of your body was on the bed, he took your wrists, now you knew what he was up to, so you didn't oppose because you also want it, he put your wrists together and tied them tightly with his belt so he could have you all at his mercy, he put one leg up in the bed and positioned his cock on your entrance, he teased your clit with his pulsing head, making you whine, and push your body back, "Beg for it" He said.

"Please, Alex... Please" You were swaying your ass trying to get him to give it to you, even smacking it as best as you could but you were struggling, he pulled you by the hair, your back pressed against his chest.

"I can't hear you" He repeated.

"Please Alex, give it to me, I need you... you know I need you, please fuck me please..." You cried for it, you felt so pathetic, crying for him, but it was so worth it, you knew it was gonna be like that, he slipped inside you so easily, didn't even give you time to adjust to his pulsing size, he kept continuously fucking you, slamming his cock inside your cunt, over and over again, with his hand he fondled with your ass and smacked it harshly, "Fuck!"

"Oh fuck, love, God you're so wet... so tight I'm gonna make you cum all over my cock, and leave your ass all red"

"Cum inside me please, fill me up with it daddy I want it" Your dirty words made Alex speed up, the continuous smacking, the sounds of his throaty moans, and the roughness of his trusts had you on the verge of exploding, his hand went down to your cunt, his fingers pressed down on your clit and it only took some slow circles to build you up and to break you down with a loud moan, "Alex!..." You scream into the mattress.

"That's it darling fuck" He made a fist with your hair, driving in and out of you, his hips moving slowly, "Fuck you made a mess" Both of you chuckled, as you came down from your high.

"Fuck I... I..." You couldn't even process anything, you felt so high, so lost in the feeling of his cock inside you, it made you feel so full, so satisfied, he fucked you so good, you couldn't hold back your words, "I love you" You blurred out.

"What?" Alex said.

"I said I love you" Alex flipped you over, your chest pressed against his, his heartbeat was out of control, and he couldn't manage to form a sentence, "I love you Alex, but I just don't what I am to you, I don't get it" He shushed you with a deep kiss, his tongue slipped inside your mouth, taking control over the pace, if it wasn't for the way he was holding you so close your legs would've given up.

"I love you too, and I want us to work, give me the chance to be with you I promise I'll do you good," He said with his big puppy eyes, you wanted to give in and say yes, but you just had one more question for him.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" You asked.

"'Cause I remember you said you didn't want to be in another relationship after...um you know... and fuck I was too scared to tell you something I didn't want you to be away from me so I kept it to meself"

"If we're talking about you Alex, of course, I would love to be in a relationship with you, thank you for giving me space when I needed it, but you should've asked baby, I would have said yes" His smile widens, and yours as well, god you felt like a teenager all over again when the little butterflies in your stomach appeared.

"So is that a yes?" He asked just to treasure himself.

"Yes.." He kissed you once more, and this time it was way more grotesque and deep, you couldn't wait to share more kisses like that with him, you were for once hopeful things would work between you two, and you were willing to put a lot of effort into it.

"Darling" He called.

"Yes, daddy?" You teased him with your soft tone.

"I want you to sit on my face," He said it too smoothly for you, didn't even bother to misbehave, and did as you were told, he laid down on the bed, just as you were about to sit on his face, he sighed you to turn around, you put your right leg where your left one was and the other way around.

"What are you planning Turner?" You asked, he quickly took off the belt from your hands and threw it away.

"I wanted to try this new position with you on the trailer but we were brutally interrupted by cookie, so I'm gonna fuck your cunt with my tongue, and you're gonna take me cock in your pretty little mouth, got it?" You nodded, you lowered your hips so Alex could take you properly, and he lifted his hips so up so he could fuck your mouth, in hopes to impress him you spat on his cock, and the warm spit slowly dripped down from your mouth to coat the head of his cock, he moaned when your hand began to slowly stroke him, his chest sinking as he breathes in deeply.

"Am I doing good daddy?" You asked.

"So good babe, now your mouth darlin'" You smiled and leaned down to take him in, he gasped as your tongue swirled around his cock, and sucked it, your head bopping up and down slowly, occasionally moving your head to the side, he felt so good and he wanted you to feel the same way, he began to tease you with the tip of his tongue he flicked your clit, as his fingers slowly teased your hole.

"Alex..." Your moans were muffled, your whole mouth was full, and you enjoyed this new position, it felt too fucking good, his thin lips sucked your clit and his tongue licked your cunt to taste you, he spread your pussy with his hands, and the tip of his tongue flicked your clit faster, you began to bop your head at the same time his tongue circled your clit, his fingers pumped in and out of you.

"Fuck keep going like that babe, I'm so close" You gagged when he pushed his hips forward, knew exactly he wanted to fuck your mouth, his cock slipped out of your mouth and you tried to compose yourself, twirling your hair together and moving it to the side, your legs were shaking both of you knew you were close to a release, you stroked his cock once more before putting it all in your mouth, he began to jerk his hips forward and back, pushing his cock deeper inside your mouth and at the same time sucking on your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you, the sound of your moans, mixed with your gagging, pushed him further closer, "Come for me darling" Your legs couldn't stop shaking, and that built-up tension on the pit on your stomach broke apart the moment Alex came inside your mouth in hot spurts, he moaned your name over and over against, God it felt good.

He helped you to lay down next to him on the bed, knew you probably had zero strength to do anything without his help, he wrapped your legs around his and covered you with the blanket, kissed you once more before you drifted off to sleep.

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So since everyone voted for Brothers best friend theme. Here it is.

Summary: reader is Randy’s younger sister and she has a crush on his best friend Cody. She just doesn’t know it yet. Reader also experiments as it’s her last year of high school.

Warnings: lots of weed and alcohol usage; mostly weed, eventual smut, swearing, kinks, Matt Riddle, tough love(brother x sister dynamic cause Randy’s a hard ass), lots of partying before college, teasing, pet names

Main pairing is reader and Cody Rhodes

Brothers Best Friend Ch. 1

Your head pounded as you slowly opened your eyes to the burning sunlight that was coming through the window behind you. You groaned not wanting to be awake. ‘How much did I drink?’ You thought to yourself as you pulled the blanket over your head not paying attention to your surroundings. You jumped felling a pair of arms pull your exposed back to the owner’s bare chest. You listened to the soft snoring of the other person before you slowly looked behind you to see who it was. Your jaw about dropped when you saw who it was in bed with you. You then suddenly realized that both of you were naked. “Randel is going to kill me and him.” You whispered under your breath in shock. “Not if we don’t tell him.” The voice groggily answered. You looked back again at the guy behind you and was met with bright blue piercing eyes that were struggling to stay open. “Did we…? When did we…? Oh god how drunk were we?” You started and panic in your voice.

“Relax. Let me take a shower and drink some coffee and I’ll explain everything to the best of my ability.” Cody said rubbing your arm and then groaned sitting up. “Anything you think we did, we didn’t. You literally threw up everywhere and on both of us. I was just too lazy to put my shorts on. And frankly too drunk. Did you want a shower too?” He explained and threw you one of his shirts seeing your embarrassment to being naked in front of him. He himself put on a pair of shorts to make you more comfortable. You pulled the shirt on quickly. You opened your mouth to ask a question and he answered it before you could even ask it. “Your clothes should be in the dryer. Now answer my question. Shower or no? Or do I need to go first?”

You stared blankly at him and then nodded your head. “Right. I’ll take first shower. Coffee doesn’t sound too bad right now. You got an extra pair of pants or shorts..” he cut you off by throwing a pair of short at you.

You turned off the shower handle and dried off. You found your clothes neatly folded on the counter top sink. You got dressed and dried your hair to the best of your ability feeling your hair get frizzy already. You walked out of Cody’s bathroom and followed the smell of scrambled eggs and bacon and….waffles? This man had your heart and you guys weren’t even dating. At least you didn’t think you were. Things could’ve changed last night when you were shit-faced drunk. After all you did wake up naked in your brothers best friend’s bed. Naked. And now he was making you a 4-star breakfast with coffee. How he was single you didn’t understand.

After breakfast you sat on Cody’s bed flipping through his Hulu, Netflix, any streaming service he had. You settled on The Seven Deadly Sins while Cody himself took his shower and got dressed. Your phone buzzing pulled your attention from the anime and you answered your phone. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? I'VE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR THE PAST 2 HOURS YOU BITCH!” Great. Randal. And he’s pissed. “I-I think I’m at Cody’s?” You replied sheepishly. “Thank god. I thought you were dead somewhere in a ditch. I got concerned when your school called me and said you weren’t there today. Is Codes busy at the moment?” Your brother asked. “He’s in the shower. I’m just watching anime.” You answered back. “Did he touch you?” Randy got right to it. “No. I woke up this morning and he was sleeping on his beanbag chair. Not gonna lie, it looked more comfortable than his bed.” You lied not wanting to anger your brother further. “Can I hang out here for the day? I don’t feel good and I have a throbbing hangover.” You asked picking at your nails. Randy sighed on the other end of the phone. “Yeah. Matt wants to smoke so me and him might come over. What’s Rhodes got for snacks and munchies?” He asked. “Depends. Are we smoking Matt’s stash or yours?” Weed. Just what you needed to get rid of your hangover. “Matt’s. His is top shelf. 95% THC. Guaranteed to rid you of your hangover. I don’t know where the dude gets his shit, but it’s strong as hell.” Randy rambled on. You paused the show and got up to head back to the kitchen to scout for what your brother asked. “Looks like he’s got shit for munchies and shit. Might need to make a stop before coming over.”

After his shower Cody threw on a cut off shirt and his shorts. He found you cuddled in his bed watching tv. “You ok darling? You’ve been quiet all morning?” He walked over to the other side of his bed and grabbed something out of his bedside table and took a deep hit off the object. Your eyes went wide. “Since when do you vape? What flavor is it? Oh and Randal and Matthew are coming over in about 2 hours. Give or take.” You informed him. Cody grabbed the bottle of juice and read the flavor. “Pennywise. It’s a fruit cocktail of sorts.” Cody sat down beside you and took another hit off his vape. You looked over at him asking silent permission to take a hit. He handed you his mod and watched you take a hit. “Mmmm. Yummy.” You smiled. You turned your attention back to the anime in front of the both of you. Ten minutes later you found yourself yawning and stretching suddenly feeling tired. Cody had already lightly passed out the same way you were about to. Something in you couldn’t help urge to want to cuddle so you laid down and slowly inched towards him wanting to feel warm. That man was like a human body heater. He reached out groggily and pulled you close letting your head rest against his chest. Soon you dozed off to the sound of his heart beating and the warmth radiating from him. Out of habit like you’d do to your body pillow back at home, you put on leg over his to get comfortable. He instinctively draped an arm over her side and rested it on her back.

About an hour into their nap Cody woke to the sound of knocking on his door. You were on your side sound asleep with your head on your chest. His phone beeped indicating he had a message. He looked at it and it was Randy. “Come in.” Cody answered groggily. He mentally prepared himself for the load of shit Randy would give him for cuddling y/n. “Hands were I can see them Starshine. My sister better be decent and not sucking your dick or some shit.” Randy said walking into Cody’s room. He stopped for a moment seeing you sound asleep on Cody’s chest as Cody attempted to put both hands up but you were laying on his one arm. Cody craned his head to look at Randy to make sure he looked like a friend and not a foe. “Sorry Randy, would you have liked her in reverse cowgirl instead?” Cody joked as Randy stared daggers at him. “Bro… sick house. You could totally throw a party here.” Matt said following in behind Randy. Matt was carrying his usual stoner stash with him. “Where we smoking bro?” Matt asked not paying attention to the scene in front of him. “Basement.” Cody replied sitting up and bringing you with him. Cody slightly shook you awake. “Rise and shine bitch. You’re not sleeping all day. It’s damn near noon. You’re not gonna be a lazy fuck today. Here, I brought you your comfy sweats and a hoodie. Your fuzzy blanket is in my car. Cause god forbid you go anywhere without ‘blanky’.” Your brother mocked as he tossed the clothes at you and his keys. Your face went red with embarrassment at the mention of your comfort blanket. Cody stood up and stretched his arm that had fallen asleep.

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