#mattex prompt

[expectiations]

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-> a quote I had to delete but still wanna share :(

it was supposed to be a quote but it morphed into this lol

thanks for the ask anon!

wip game

all you had to do was stay

He strode into her personal space. "Don't you dare. Don't you dare say I didn't. Because I did. I stayed. I waited...for you. You were the one who pushed me away. You were the one who-"

He paused, putting their foreheads together, his hands on her arms. Their proximity something he had always dreamed about but not in this manner. His heart clenched as he remembered again of what - who - he had lost.

In a whisper, he continued, "I love you, Alex. I have always loved you. From the moment you arrived during the table read with your cup of coffee and overly large sunglasses to the moment we said goodbye n Doctor Who. I have always loved you while standing outside your house with that Cyberman head you always wanted watching you be happy with someone else. I loved you as you broke my heart by walking down that aisle to someone who wasn't me. I loved you even though you never loved me back. I. Love. You. But that was something you never believed."

She opened her mouth to protest but he shushed her. "I'm not saying you didn't know. You didn't believe. You never did and never will." He tucked a stray curl like he always did and always will with a heartbroken smile. "But... that doesn't mean I ever stopped." He tried to laugh but it came out as a choked sob. "I don't think I can, 'Lex. I don't think I ever will."

[songsandfairytales]

OTP Fic Prompts

Send a pairing, number, and letter. 

“Stop, just stop speaking” 

“Can we get down now?” 

“How do you expect me to respond?” 

“What about this makes sense?” 

“Would you really do that?” 

“I don't think that is how it works.” 

“How about just this once?” 

“Just turn around.” 

“Did you ever get a chance to look?” 

“Does that hurt?”

a. Angst b. Fluff c. Smut  d. Writers choice

[gallifrey-rose]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alex Kingston/Matt Smith, Eleventh Doctor/River Song Characters: Matt Smith, Alex Kingston, Steven Moffat Additional Tags: Save Our Mattex, One Shot Summary:

Using gifs and Pictures from scenes from Doctor Who and creating a fic around them

[ao3feed-elevenriver]

Mattex One Shots with Picture Prompt

read it on AO3 at http://bit.ly/2L9eDAl

by Gallifrey_Rose

Using gifs and Pictures from scenes from Doctor Who and creating a fic around them

Words: 3817, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Matt Smith, Alex Kingston, Steven Moffat

Relationships: Alex Kingston/Matt Smith, Eleventh Doctor/River Song

Additional Tags: Save Our Mattex, One Shot

read it on AO3 at http://bit.ly/2L9eDAl

[ao3feed-yowzah]

by Gallifrey_Rose

Using gifs and Pictures from scenes from Doctor Who and creating a fic around them

Words: 3817, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Matt Smith, Alex Kingston, Steven Moffat

Relationships: Alex Kingston/Matt Smith, Eleventh Doctor/River Song

Additional Tags: Save Our Mattex, One Shot

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

“Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.” + mattex please

Matt looks at his phone, his leg bouncing nervously under the table. This was it - his first date with Alex Kingston. He’s desperate for it to go well - he wants nothing more than to be the one to take her home at the end of the day. After a few failed attempts at wooing her, he finally plucked up enough courage to ask her straight out if she’d like going on a date with him. 

Her eyes twinkling as she smiled at him, she agreed without hesitation.

Though they lived in the same building, they figured it would be better to meet at the restaurant itself, just in case paparazzi caught wind of their outing. He arrived discreetly five minutes earlier than their planned time, and the waiter took him to their table, where he sat waiting for her.

Five minutes pass and he checks his phone, but there isn’t a call or text from Alex. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. He starts sweating at twenty-five minutes, wondering if she changed her mind and stood him up - but she would never do that, would she? She’d at least have called him first to cancel. 

After thirty minutes, his heart drops and he sighs in resignation as he accepts that Alex isn’t coming. His fantasy of them being together remains just that - a fantasy. 

He pays for the wine he ordered and leaves the restaurant, and he’s halfway to his car when his mobile rings - it’s Alex. His first instinct is to ignore the call - it stings being stood up - but he softens immediately when he realises that maybe something went wrong and she couldn’t contact him. 

“Hello?” he answers the phone. 

“Darling,” Alex sighs in relief, but he can tell she’s outside by the sounds coming through the phone. “I was so afraid you’d be furious at me - I’m so sorry, darling, but I gave the driver the wrong address and when I realised he’d already driven off - I’ve been trying to get another taxi for ages -”

But he doesn’t hear the rest of it, because all he knows is that she hadn’t stood him up on purpose. 

“Where are you?” he asks, and she pauses as she searches for the street. Recognising the name, he heads for his car and starts the engine. “Stay there, Alex. I’m coming to get you.”

Luckily, it’s only a twenty-minute drive - he makes it in fifteen. He sees her standing by the street, a delicate shawl wrapped around her that he’s sure doesn’t keep her protected from the cold. He pulls over next to her and smiles as she climbs in, shivering slightly.

“Are you alright?” he asks, removing his jacket and covering her front with it.

“I’m okay, thank you,” she says softly, before turning to him with the most regretful eyes. “I’m so sorry, Matt - we’ve missed our reservation at the restaurant and I’m sure this wasn’t at all how you wanted the evening to go.”

“It’s not so bad,” he says, smiling reassuringly. “You’re here now.”

Her smile softens immediately and she adjusts the jacket around her, wrapping it around her shoulders comfortably. He tilts his head as he watches her, deciding that Alex wearing his clothing is something she should do more often. 

“What do you want to do now?” she asks.

He doesn’t hear the question - he is entranced by her beauty, how lovely she looks in the dim lights of the streetlamp outside. His eyes roam around her like he hasn’t seen anything quite as beautiful before and she can’t help but look down at herself consciously at the intensity of his gaze. 

“Alex,” he whispers, licking his lips as he leans into her slowly, “can I kiss you?”

She doesn’t answer. She merely leans forward and meets his lips with hers, the jacket that she’d arranged carefully on herself falling onto her lap as he deepens the kiss. 

It is wet, passionate and slow, a thorough exploration of each other’s mouths. He reaches for her waist as her hands hold his neck, and when they pull away they remain just an inch apart, staring into each other’s eyes as though seeing each other for the first time. He smiles softly and plants a chaste kiss on her lips again. 

“Alex, love,” he whispers into her mouth, kissing her again and again, desperate for her. “Will you let me take you home?” 

“Please,” she whispers back, letting his lips claim hers as she talks, “Please take me home, darling.”

“I want you to know that this is serious, Alex,” he says, pulling away and stopping the small kisses to look at her seriously. “I don’t want a shag from you. I want everything and I want to give you everything. Will you let me?”

“Matt,” she says, eyes roaming his face as she reaches up to brush his fringe out of his eyes. “I think I’ve already started giving you everything.”

His smile is so wide it blinds her. 

“Good,” he says, reaching back to pull a lever and sending his seat moving backwards. He reaches for her and places her over his lap, looking up at her like she’s given him everything he could’ve ever wished for.��“Because I don’t think I can stop.”

They never do make it back to their flats.

[beware-my-sting]

Drabble prompt: mattex, 90. "Remember when we were little?"

The sun is shining on a mild spring day in New York; the weather can be hit or miss this time of year, so the sunshine is a welcome surprise, especially after the disastrous weather of the U.K. in general and of Cardiff, specifically. A light breeze stutters by and Matt relaxes his back against a sturdy tree in the near middle of Central Park.

The bark is rough through his t-shirt, having shed his tweed for the long lunch break they’ve all been given today. The roughness feels good, though, even as it scrapes against his scalp. He peers up at the sun filtering through the trees, casting shadows on the ground as the branches and leaves dance and rustle above. He plucks a small flower and twirls it between his fingers, watching as the petals twist and create a pinwheel optical illusion.

And suddenly, he feels so sure he’s lived this before, ages ago, and the nostalgia rushes through him all at once, filling every space in his heart.

“Remember when we were little?”

Alex, who is currently resting her head on his thigh – and god he really cannot think about that – her back planted firmly in the lush green grass of the park, stares up at him from the book she’s reading and snorts out a laugh.

Smiling, Matt pushes his sunglasses on top of his head and drops his head down to stare at her, “What?”

She gently sets her book on her stomach and stares back at him, “I quite think we were little at very different times, darling.”

Matt scoffs, “Please, you’re not that old, Kingston.”

“Aren’t I?” She’s staring up at him with an odd look on her face, and he can’t help but feel a tugging in his chest at the sight of her – she wears her vulnerability like a shroud, cloaks herself in it, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t call to him. If she didn’t call to him.

They’ve been growing closer over the past few months, meeting for lunches and dinners, and he likes it more than he probably should, more than he probably has any right to, but the thing is – he’s falling for her. He’s fallen for her, headlong and heavy and enough to want to use words that are deep and meaningful. He knows all the reasons he shouldn’t, the reasons they shouldn’t, but none of them matter to him anymore and he’s been hoping lately with only the foolish bravado that a man so desperately in love has that they won’t matter to her, either.

“Not to me,” he whispers softly, reaching down to tuck a curl behind her ear, “Age is just a number.”

She smiles at him, but it doesn’t reach her eyes, “When you’re mine, it feels like so much more than that.”

He knows she’s talking about her age and how old she is, but her words stir something inside of him, something he’s been feeling and trying to deny for much too long now, “I’d like to know,” he stares at her, “what it’s like to be yours.” He murmurs it so quietly that he can barely hear it himself, and the only indication that Alex heard him is the slight widening of her eyes – he’s not ready to say it again, not like this, so he just clears his throat and taps her on the nose with the flower he’s holding, “Tell me about little Alex, then. Was it frogs and dirt, or princesses and fairytales?”

“Oh, a bit of both, I suppose,” she says it with a grin, and he can’t help but smile back at her.

“But you had one you favored, didn’t you?”

Alex adjusts her position, twisting her body, and the book slides off her stomach and onto the ground, closing, “I did,” she admits, her cheek warm against his thigh through his trousers as she nods, “Princesses and fairytales. It all seems so silly now, but,” she shakes her head, nostalgia making her eyes bright, “I’d imagine I was a princess in a fairytale – but also an adventurer to far-off lands, galloping away on a horse in armor, the wind in my hair as I rode through villages.”

Matt laughs because he can picture it, that wild mane spread out around her head – Alex, not content to be a princess and sit on the sidelines; she’d done it once, he knows, but never again, “Sounds like you.” He studies her face, so serene in repose as the filtered light pouring through the trees highlights the blue-green of her eyes, and he can’t help but ask, “And what about princes?”

“They were there sometimes, too. When I got old enough, anyway,” she says quietly, “I’d imagine them slaying dragons for me – with me.”

“A partnership.”

Alex nods, “A partnership, yes.”

The words fall heavy into the air between them because he knows her story – he can hear the weight behind the admission, and he knows how hard it is – to admit that you never got what you really, truly wanted. And she, more than anyone else he knows, deserves it.

And maybe she doesn’t even want it anymore – maybe there is no room for a prince in her life, partner or otherwise, but if there is…

“And did you play this game?” He runs the flower still in his hand along her collarbone and a light shiver ripples through her body as he holds her gaze. He grasps a petal between his thumb and forefinger and tears it off, letting it go and watching as it flutters in the breeze. He stares at her expectantly.

“He loves me,” she whispers, her voice thick, the air full of the tension between them.

Matt picks another petal off the flower, and drops it to the ground.

“He loves me not,” Alex says, and he sees the doubt in her eyes, the uncertainty, the pain she carries with her.

Matt gently grabs her hand and wraps it around the stem of the flower, “Now you.”

Alex closes her eyes for a moment and then opens them again, “Matt?” When he nods but doesn’t speak, she brings her delicate fingers up to a petal, “He loves me,” she plucks it and drops it to the ground, “He loves me not,” the petal falls on his thigh, and his fingers dance over it where it sits, cool to the touch, “He loves me,” she whispers as she stares, and it sounds like a prayer, like a plea, like the sweetest words he’s ever heard, because he does, “He loves me not, he loves me…”

Matt remembers playing this game when he was a child, remembers counting the petals on the flower first to make sure he started on the right one, but he didn’t do that this time and he doesn’t want to take any chances. Before she can pluck the next petal, his hand gently closes over hers, “Kingston,” he stares at her, and then tells her the truth, “It doesn’t matter.”

And suddenly, it doesn’t – suddenly nothing else matters except them, here, now. He takes the flower out of her hand and lifts his knees, easing her up so she’s leaning against his thighs the same way he’s leaning against the tree.

“All the flowers in the world and it doesn’t matter – the answer will always be the same,” he shrugs, “I see that now. I know it.”

Her eyes search his, and he can see the longing in them, hopes he’s not imagining it, “What are you talking about?” Her voice is unsure, but he can hear the fledgling hope in it, tentative and beautiful like flowers in the spring after a long, hard winter.

“You, me,” he smiles gently at her as he brings his hand to cup her face on either side, “Us.”

“Us?” She repeats the word, processing, and when he nods, her eyes widen, “Matt – we can’t… I’m not…”

“We can, and you are.” He dismisses her objections without even hearing them because he meant it when he said nothing else matters, “I can’t promise to slay all your dragons, Alex, because I’m not sure that’s what you need, and I think you’re capable enough to do it on your own – I think you have done it on your own and have the battle scars to prove it – but what I can promise,” he drops his voice to a whisper, “What I am promising you here and now… is not to give you any more dragons that need slaying.”

“But…” she trails off, her eyes shining as she stares at him.

“No buts – do you want to say yes, Alex? To me?”

“What’s the question?”

His thumbs brush her cheekbones, “You know the question, love, same way as you know the answer – now tell me.”

There’s only a brief moment of hesitation, but he doesn’t begrudge her that because immediately after it passes, she says the word he wants to hear on a sigh and with a smile, “Yes.”

Grinning, Matt drops his head and brushes his lips over hers once, twice, and on the third time he kisses her dirty like the prince charming he is not, but it’s clear that she doesn’t mind. She meets his tongue with hers as the wind stutters by, and the branches rustle overhead, his heart full of love for this woman – this beautiful, fragile, unbearably strong woman in his arms who has seen so many dragons but never at his hands.

And he feels so sure he’s lived this before, ages ago, and so sure as he slides his hands into Alex’s hair and pulls a moan from her throat that he never wants to stop living it: happily ever after.

[gallifrey-rose]

Mattex Prompt

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Ok I was riding I was the car the other day as my husband drove me to a hospital appoint. This song came on the radio and all I could picture was an awesome fan fiction story on my favourite site Archive of our own between Matt and Alex or a fan vid on YouTube of Eleven and River... I'm not that talented to make the awesome stories or videos but was hoping some lovely talented people would be interested in taking the challenge on?

All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You

Heart

It was a rainy night when he came into sight

Standing by the road, no umbrella, no coat

So I pulled up along side and I offered him a ride

He accepted with a smile so we drove for a while

I didn't ask him his name, this lonely boy in the rain

Fate tell me it's right, is this love at first sight

Please don't make it wrong, just stay for the night

All I want to do is make love to you

Say you will you want me too

All I want to do is make love to you

I've got lovin' arms to hold on to

So we found this hotel, it was a place I knew well

We made magic that night. Oh, he did everything right

He brought the woman out of me, so many times, easily

And in the morning when he woke all I left him was a note

I told him I am the flower you are the seed

We walked in the garden we planted a tree

Don't try to find me, please don't you dare

Just live in my memory, you'll always be there

All I want to do is make love to you

One night of love was all we knew

All want to do is make love to you

I've got lovin' arms to hold on to

Oh, oooh, we made love

Love like strangers

All night long

We made love

Then it happened one day, we came round the same way

You can imagine his surprise when he saw his own eyes

I said please, please understand

I'm in love with another man

And what he couldn't give me

was the one little thing that you can

All I want to do is make love to you

One night of love was all we knew

All I want to do is make love to you

Come on, say you will, you want me too

All I want to do is make love to you

One night of love was all we knew

All I want to do is make love to you

Say you will, you want me too

All night long...

Songwriters: Robert John Lange

All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

[madimpossiblemiracle]

i have a Mattex prompt that I would really like to see written, and don't particularly want to try myself because i'm sure i'd just ruin it lol. If anyone is interested, please send me a message! :)

[room-2o3]

Ok so I just found out that Matt wrote Fanfiction once...did anybody ever write something Mattex relating to this? Like Matt wrote something and him and Alex acting it out?? Please, I need this for reason!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SiWawIibhKw

[couldhavecoped]

Prompt: Matt gets arrested and calls Alex to bail him out.

I will write this one. I promise. Though I think it's been written before, I will definitely write this...

- As soon as I'm done with this god damned chapter that I keep thinking of words to write down and can't seem to type it -

But I will write this. I promise!

[nerdgirlhappy-blog]

Have you seen that cell phone commercial where the daughters make their dad a video to watch on the plane then his wife tells him she made him one but to not watch it on the plane. It's a Galaxy S3 commercial. I was thinking, what if Salome made Matt a video and Alex makes him one and when he watches it and calls her. This would probably lead to phone sex if you were writing smut.

I haven't seen it, but I'll YouTube it and get right on this. I've got a few other prompts that I'm going to try to get done along with this, so hopefully I can have them up soon. :)

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

Mattex prompt - "Don't look at me like that." .... Do with that what you will 😋

They’re fighting. For the first time, ever. 

It had started out of nowhere. Alex giving him the cold shoulder for no apparent reason, and him wanting to figure out why, and approaching her, and then - this.

“No, stop it, Matt -” she starts desperately.

“I’m not even doing anything!” He almost shouts, frustrated.

“No, stop - don’t look at me like that!” She shouts back, tears in her eyes as she looks away. “Don’t - I can’t -”

“Like what, Alex?” He asks softly, shocked. She shakes her head, refusing to answer, but he grabs her shoulder and forces her to meet his eyes. “Like what, Alex?”

“Like you want me,” she says softly, after a few moments of silence. “I can’t handle it, not after - I swore off actors once, and here you are, charming and handsome and - and irresistible, and I know it sounds stupid because you flirt with everyone and -”

He cuts her off with a kiss. He cups her face in his hands and kisses her tenderly, lovingly, his lips moving softly over hers and groaning slightly as her tongue strokes over his lightly. 

When they break apart, she’s staring wide-eyed at him, and he smiles down at her.

“I thought you’d never notice, sweetheart.”

[beware-my-sting]

OTP Fic Prompt: Mattex, "I don't think that is how it works." Writer's choice.

Mick was, by all accounts, a good bartender. He was the typeof bartender who always knew what a person needed, even if the person didn’tseem to know it yet themselves.

A rotund man with sparkling blue eyes that dimmed a bit as heaged, he still had a thick mop of black hair which he styled with little to noproduct. He kept a comb in his trousers, and when business was slow or a prettylady happened to enter the pub, he ran the small black comb through his hairwith a wink and a smile for whoever just so happened to be sitting at the bar.

Mick stood now, polishing a highball glass and doing what hedid best: listening.  

“I just –” Alex Kingston, known far and wide as actressextraordinaire, paused and sighed, her blue-green eyes struggling against the tearsthat threatened to fill them. “I want to getover this, I want to – I want to moveon.”

Mick rolled his eyes, swirling his rag inside the cup in hishand with a dramatic flourish. Famous actress or not, Alex Kingston was aregular. And stunning though she may be, smart though she may be, she’d beendrowning her sorrows in his bar every single night this week, refusing toacknowledge that the answer to her problem was simple. Or, hell, maybe shedidn’t know it was, too heartsick to see the truth.

She never imbibed too much – she was too sensible for that –but she still sat every single night, the heartbreak rolling off of her inpalpable waves.

Mick had been doing this for a lot of years, tending bar. He’dseen his share of heartaches, doled out well more than his fair share of advice-most of which people never really took. He’d cleaned up mess after mess, andthen gone home to his wife – who didn’t mind that he was a terrible flirtbecause she knew he only had eyes for her – every single night. He’d tell herabout his day, relay stories that weren’t his to tell except he sharedeverything with Mae, and when he was finished, she’d wrap her arms around himand smile, nuzzling her head against his chest and whispering “You do good work.’

So, he was no stranger to a sob story – to any sort of story,really, and any sort of patron. But, every now and again, one would pluck onthe strings of his once hardened heart, now tender for the love of a goodwoman.

And Alex? Mick had to admit to having a bit of a soft spot forher – for her curly hair, her naughty grin, her wicked sense of humor; he had asoft spot for the way she kept her heart so guarded she’d do anything toprotect it – including break it herself.

“I just want to forget, Mick. I want to wake up and be myselfagain, not this… this version ofmyself I don’t even recognize.” She eyed him, “When do I get to be myself again?”

Mick set the glass down and dropped the rag in the sink. Hisblue eyes stared at her and he could see the desperation she was harboring – heknew that feeling well. The desperate ache to have your broken heart healitself, even if you were responsible for the breaking, sometimes especially ifyou were. The aching need to just forget.To pretend that everything hadn’t gone to hell and you weren’t the one to sendit there in the first damn place.

He offered her a warm smile as she stared at him over thedredges of her gin and tonic, “I don’t think it works like that.”

Alex’s eyes widened and her face fell as she leaned across thebar, “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Mick said, taking her glass from her and sliding abottle of water in front of her instead, “I don’t think you get to be yourself again; at least, notas you knew it once upon a time,” her face looked even more crestfallen, a fatehe’d not thought possible, but he shrugged and continued, “You’re never goingto be yourself before him, Alex – notever again,” her eyes did fill then, “Love does that to you, sugar. Changesyou.” He reached his hand out and touched her forearm softly, “And, I’m sorry,but you can’t go back to the person you were before. Love does that. For betteror worse.”

He wasn’t telling her anything she didn’t already know – nottruly. But, sometimes, hearing things said so plainly, even if you already knewthem, startled in a way only the truth has the capacity to.

He’d known Alex for a lot of years, seen her through a lot oftimes, but he’d rarely seen her speechless.

“But, I –”

“I know,” he squeezed her arm gently before he let go, hiseyes surveying her face before his gaze flicked over her shoulder. Returninghis eyes to her, he smiled at her gently, “Course, there’s another option.”

She lifted her eyes to meet his and blinked at him, “Whichis…?”

Mick smiled again, then inclined his head over her shoulder tothe entrance of the bar.

She craned her neck over her shoulder and Mick watched as herjaw dropped, tears spilling over her lashes and tracking down her face. Sheswiped quickly at her eyes, her gaze flitting between the man stridingconfidently towards the bar and Mick, “Did you… you called him?”

Mick shrugged, “I was tired of listenin’ to you complain,” hesaid the words with a smile, because they weren’t true at all; it wasn’t hercomplaining he was tired of. He was tired of seeing her heartbroken andmiserable when he knew damn good and well she didn’t have to be.

Finally, the man approached the bar, leaning against thetabletop and staring at Alex.

“Matt?” She said his name on a breath, like she couldn’tbelieve he wasn’t an apparition, “What are you… why are you…?”

He offered her an easy smile, “I could ask you the samething,” he quirked a brow at her, “Why are you drowning your sorrows in gin andtonic? Why are you here when you and I both know you should be in my bed?”

Alex’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at him, mouthstill dropped open, “We said… that it would be casual between us, that if oneof us started to feel more that we would stop… and I did. I started to feelmore for you and I…”

Matt shook his head, his face never leaving hers as he cut heroff, his voice firm and gentle, “You saidthat, Alex. You said all of that, and then you left and you didn’t even ask me. You didn’t even ask me what’s inmy heart.”

Mick – standing to the side, pretending not to listen – waitedfor Alex to list the litany of reasons she’d been giving him night after nightabout why she broke things off with Matt Smith. Waited to hear every singlereason why she wasn’t right for him – why she wasn’t fair for him. But, surprisingly, none of them came.

Her voice was barely a whisper when she finally spoke, “What’sin your heart?”

“Christ, Alex, how do you not know? How do you not bloody wellknow?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair as though she were the mostexasperatingly dense person he’d ever encountered, but there was a fondnessthere too; a fondness in his eyes when he looked at her, even in exasperation,“Tell me you know.”

Alex shook her head lightly, her curls bouncing a bit with theeffort as she stared at him wide-eyed, “I don’t.”

Matt nodded once, as though more would cost him, “You doknow.” When Alex still didn’t speak, Matt reached out and touched his thumbunder her chin, grasping her lightly so she couldn’t turn her head, “You.”

“Matt, I –”

“No,’ he whispered, “I think you’ve done quite enough talkingfor now. You are in my heart, Alex. And before you try to justify it in yourmind, in your vivid imagination which seems capable of twisting everything tolead you away from where you belong – with me – not casually. You’re lodged in there, so deep I couldn’t do anythingabout it even if I tried. Even if I wanted to – which, for the bloody record Iknow you’re keeping, I do not. Understand?” When he was met with silence, heleaned forward, his eyes boring into hers, “Do you understand?”

Despite his grasp on her chin, Alex nodded.

Matt smiled, whispering “Good,” before he leaned forward sohis mouth was only a few millimeters away from Alex’s, “And don’t you everleave me again, Kingston.”

With that, he closed his mouth over hers, not waiting for aresponse. But he got one anyway, as Alex murmured a soft yes against his mouth, her arms reaching up to encircle Matt’s neckas they kissed softly, sweetly, and without fear. Matt’s hand buried itself inAlex’s hair as he drew her closer so that her body was flush against his.

Mick shook his head, a light laugh rolling from his lips as hebusied himself with things that didn’t really need to be done from behind thebar. He couldn’t wait to get home and tell Mae this story – knew it would be her favorite of them all because itwas his, too.

Second only to the truth: love changes you. And the smartones? Mick glanced at Alex as she smiled against Matt’s mouth – they let it.

[gallifrey-rose]

Mattex prompt

New to all the AO3 fic and only just started writing my first mattex fic but would like to know how the site works and how I ask for a prompt.

Would love to read a fic about our mattex in a summer fun fic including water balloon fights or hoses.

[melodypond-thewomanwhomarriedme]

“Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.” Mattex

It happens quickly. He’s waiting in his trailer, on a half hour break from shooting, sending Alex a quick text about lunch. He knows her flat is just around the corner from the location they’re shooting at, but he doesn’t want her waiting for him to eat - especially when he isn’t sure when he’ll be getting his breaks.

But he’s just lying down on the makeshift bed he has in his trailer, less than five minutes after he sends the text, when the door flies open and Alex barges in unceremoniously. She shuts the door and peels of her coat, and just as he’s about to exclaim in surprise his eye catches more honey skin than should be visible, and his mouth hangs open in shock.

Alex just smirks and walks over to it, putting one foot in front of the other and swaying her hips enticingly. She straddles him and leans down, pulling his head back to give him a searing kiss that makes his head spin and his body rise in temperature.

He can’t decide wear to look - her thighs are bare but her breasts are cupped in a delicious bra that barely covers her nipples - and he’s sure he looks like a madman, head swiveling up and down and trying to memorise how fucking sexy she looks because the next time they’re separated, he knows that this image of her will be the one that’s in his mind when he has his hand on his cock.

“Miss you,” Alex whispers, pulling away just a little before devouring him again.

His smirk is cocky. “You just had me yesterday.”

She pouts. “I woke up this morning and you were gone,” she says lifting herself up to unbutton his jeans and shove it down his knees. “I didn’t get my morning kiss or fuck.”

“Jesus, Alex.” He pants, as her hands reach inside his underwear to pull him out. “You know I had an early call time.”

“I know.” She says. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t be sad about it.”

She pulls his head back by his hair, lips attacking his neck. While he loves this side of her, he’s also fully aware that he’ll have to be on set in twenty minutes, and the director will be less than happy if he delays filming by having to go into hair and makeup to cover his hickeys.

“Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.” He tells her softly, and he can feel her disappointment. “Tonight, you can do whatever. I promise.”

She brightens at that and places a chaste kiss to his lips. “Touch me, then.”

“Gladly.” He whispers.

His hands start roaming her body, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. He tears her knickers apart, ripping it at the seams but she doesn’t mind, her moan loud and echoing through the air around them. He flips them over, her legs still around his waist, and kisses her fervently as he thrusts deep inside her.

She gasps into his mouth and he groans, feeling her wetness engulf him. She loves the feel of him stretching her deliciously, filling her the way only he can. With a small pant, he starts to thrust, and she mewls her encouragement by scratching at his back, moving her hips feverishly under him to quicken the pace. He accommodates her, fucking her hard and fast, and he’s almost concerned about whether they can be heard from outside but he can’t really find it in himself to care when Alex looks so bloody sexy and beautiful under him.

She’s making so many erotic noises that spurs him on, makes him take her with more passion and ferocity, and she seeks his lips out desperately.

“I can’t wait to go home tonight,” he whispers, breathing hard as he thrusts deeply into her. “I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re raw. Until you can’t walk tomorrow. I’ll make sure of it, Alex. I can’t wait to take you against the wall in this outfit, pull your hair as I fuck you from behind, your nipples rubbing against the wallpaper. I can’t wait to hear you scream my name until you lose your voice. I’m going to do all of that tonight, sweetheart. And you’ll let me, won’t you? You’ll let me fuck you like a gorgeous little slut, won’t you?”

“Yes!” She cries, her hips undulating beneath him. “Yes, yes, of course I will, please -”

“Good girl.” He praises, his own voice strained as he struggles to remain on the edge of his release. “Such a good girl for me, Alex. What a good little slut you are to me.”

“Yes, yes, yours, please, I need to -”

But she doesn’t finish, screaming her release into the air when he thrusts particularly hard into her and sucks on her nipple at the same time. He doesn’t stop thrusting, fucking her hard and rough as she trembles beneath him, feeling her muscles clenching around him.

“Fuck!” He shouts, as he comes inside her with a final thrust.

“Love you,” she mumbles tiredly, her hands stroking his hair fondly.

“I love you too,” he answers, kissing her sweaty forehead and smiling down at her.

“Can’t wait for tonight.” She says, a shy smile blooming over her face as she bites her lip.

“Neither can I,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “Only a few hours more, sweetheart. Be patient.”