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chvoswxtch · 2 years

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please don't be mad

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

summary: matt’s run in with his ex has you questioning everything about your relationship, and he’s determined to prove himself to you.

warnings: cursing, lots of angst, fluffy ending, matty being a typical dumbass, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 7.2k

a/n: psa, I am not an elektra anti. I would happily fuck her too. this is once again purely selfish matty content I couldn’t get out of my head. a huge thank you to my darling @yourbucky084 for beta reading, helping edit & providing such helpful feedback. also a big thank you to @pleasurebuttonwrites for helping me figure out what the fuck is behind matty’s bed for this fic lmao. I appreciate you both so much! as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

[part two]

It felt like I had been staring at the wall in the darkness for hours. My body was aching, begging me to move from my current position lying on my side that I had been stubbornly stuck in for the past forty five minutes, but under absolutely no circumstances would I turn over. I would deal with my body’s stiffness tomorrow. I had tried, and failed, several times to get my brain to just shut off. I silently pleaded for the sweet blanket of unconsciousness to wash over me so that I could get a break from all the noise in my head. Tonight was the worst night to be an insomniac.

“Angel?”

I squeezed my eyes shut when I heard his low voice cut through the silence. Asshole. He knew the effect that his voice had on me, especially at that volume. I tried my hardest to get my aggravated breathing under control to a slow, steady pace. My heart was the one that wouldn’t cooperate. It was still thudding angrily against my chest. I heard a deep sigh cut through the darkness and a rustling of sheets behind me.

“Sweetheart, I know you’re not asleep.”

I felt the bed dip beside me as he turned onto his side to face my back. Despite the coldness of the bedroom, I could feel the heat radiating off his body. Normally, we’d be tangled up together. I always slept best with my head on his chest, leg slung lazily over his hips, completely wrapped up in his arms and warmth. But tonight, I wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

“Honey, please.”

I grit my teeth and flung the covers off my body, shivering slightly as the awaiting cold nipped at my exposed skin and caused goosebumps to appear everywhere. I gripped onto my pillow and ripped it off the bed, hastily rounding the corner towards the refuge of the living room.

“Goodnight, Matthew.”

Before I had a chance to slide the door open, Matt was on his feet and in front of me in a flash. He gently wrapped his arm around my wrist to halt my movements and firmly grabbed onto my hip to hold me in place.

“Y/N…you’re not sleeping on the couch, come on.”

“Fine. You are.”

I shoved the pillow roughly against Matt’s bare chest, grabbing the handle on the door and sliding it back so hard into the track it nearly made the entire apartment shake. Matt winced at the sound, squinting his eyes and turning his head away from the door. Normally I would have felt bad about the noise considering his sensitive hearing, but tonight I didn’t really give a fuck about his comfort. He sighed deeply as he tossed the pillow onto the bed and took a step towards me.

“Sweetheart, I really don’t want to go to bed angry. Please.”

“Well maybe you should’ve thought of that earlier Matthew, before you hooked up with your ex at a fucking party and tried to lie about it.”

“Y/N that’s...that’s not what happened. I told you, we just kissed…and I explained why.”

“Right, and I’m supposed to just take your word for it? After you’ve told me how many lies tonight Matthew?”

“I didn’t-”

“You blew me and Foggy off because you said you had an ‘important meeting’ with your special ‘client’. And then you come through that door, wearing a disheveled tux, with the collar covered in red lipstick I might add, and I find out you actually went to a gala with her.”

“Because she had a lead about information that could help take down the Yakuza!”

I had been seeing violent shades of red ever since Matt walked through the front door. I was pissed when I saw that he was wearing a tux, which was not what he had left Foggy and I’s company in, but the second I spotted the lipstick on his collar, I was fucking livid. Matt must have sensed the shift in my emotions because he immediately pulled off his glasses and raised his hands up slowly in surrender, quickly spitting out an “I can explain”.

My blood only began to boil at the mention of her name. Elektra. Matt had reluctantly, and very briefly, told me about her one night when we had first started dating. The gaps that he left, Foggy unenthusiastically filled in later on. He very clearly had not been a fan of hers, and I grew to understand why.

The more I learned about her, the more my disdain grew for the way she treated Matt. The way she left him..and what she had tried to do to him..what she had tried to make him do before she disappeared. I couldn’t believe he would actually want to be around her again after everything she had put him through. She had almost ruined his life, and after that night, he said he never wanted to speak about her again. I didn’t press it. I didn’t want to upset him, and honestly I didn’t care if I ever heard her name again. All I wanted to do was make up for her faults, and show Matt how much he deserved to be loved. I promised him that I would always accept him for exactly who he was. I never once tried to change him. Not like her.

I was beyond incandescent when her name so easily rolled off his tongue. I had been seething all night since his earlier confession. I was pissed she’d had the audacity to show up after all these years just to torment him all over again. But mainly, I was outraged at Matt for letting her, and for lying to me about it. When he finally came clean about being Daredevil, he swore he would never lie again, no matter what. While anger coursed through my veins, there were hints of hurt and betrayal that made every rush sting even more.

“And that makes it all okay?”

“No, of course it doesn’t. I just..I need you to understand that’s all it was, okay? A mission. That’s it. The last thing I ever wanted was to see her again, but she had something I needed. Something that could help me actually get rid of them, for good this time. I couldn’t pass that up. They’re too dangerous.”

“Then why did you lie about it? If that’s all it was, why couldn’t you tell me the truth? Why couldn’t you tell Foggy the truth?”

Matt averted his head downwards, placing both of his hands on his hips as he stood there silently. His lips parted slightly, taking in a deep breath as if the words he was searching for would be laced within the oxygen hitting his lungs.

“I don’t know. I just..I didn’t want to start a fight. I’m sorry. Please…don’t be mad.”

That rage that had been brewing inside me ever since he walked through that door was suddenly bubbling like molten lava, and I was about to fucking erupt. I grabbed the closest thing on the nightstand and flung it directly at Matt’s head. I knew it wouldn’t actually hit him, not that I really wanted to, but I couldn’t think straight through all my fury. He dodged the vase just in time as the ceramic shattered in cataclysmic pieces against the wall, shock written evidently all over his features by my uncharacteristic outburst.

“Mad? You think I’m mad? I’m fucking furious, Matthew! There aren’t words strong enough for how I feel right now. You lied. Again. And I’m supposed to, what, just be okay with it? Just be okay with the fact that you’re dressing up and running around New York with your ex to lavish galas because it’s for the greater fucking good?”

“Sweetheart, it was just for information, okay? I swear. Look by the time we found the ledger, they already knew we were there. We snuck a floor down and pretended to be a lost drunk couple so that we didn’t get shot. It was strictly a distraction. If they had found us and figured out what we were actually doing, they would’ve killed us.”

“Well if she’s so fucking impressive, why didn’t she go by herself? She didn’t need you there, she wanted you there. And you willingly went. You could have said no.”

Matt ran a hand through his messy brown hair, clearly annoyed that I wasn’t seeing things his way, and rubbed his palm across the stubble on his right cheek. He dropped his hands to place them on his hips once again and shook his head slowly, pointing his chin in my direction.

“You’re right. I should’ve said no. I should’ve let her go alone, and I should’ve told you the truth from the beginning. I just…I really didn’t want to start a fight.”

“I’m done fighting with you, Matthew.”

I felt completely drained, like all the life had been sucked out of me steadily ever since he walked through that door. Our fight earlier was explosive, definitely the worst one we’ve ever had. One of the only ones we’ve ever had. I thought it had depleted all of my energy, but the way he kept trying to justify his actions kept fueling the fire. I was tired of being lied to. I was tired of him disregarding my feelings about this whole situation, and not even trying to understand why I felt the way I did. I was tired of feeling like I had to fight to keep my place in his life. I don’t even remember why I agreed to stay over at his place tonight. I should’ve just gone home.

“Don’t...don’t say that. Please. Your voice makes it sound like you’re giving up.”

“Maybe I am Matthew. This was a mistake. I’m going home.”

“No…no no no. Don’t say things like that, please. Look don’t…don’t go. Please, Y/N. It’s late and you’re upset and I...I don’t want you out walking the streets alone right now-”

“I don’t really care what you want right now.”

Matt quickly snatched my overnight bag out of my hands as soon as I reached for it and tossed it across the room with annoying accuracy. I futilely shoved at his chest when he grabbed onto my arms and pulled me in close, but it was no use. He was a lot stronger than I was, and on top of that I was exhausted. I didn’t have any fight left in me for tonight, and there was no escaping the cage of his embrace.

“Please let go.”

“I can’t. I can’t, sweetheart. I need you, please. Look I fucked up, okay? I know that. I fucked up and I’m so sorry. I know you’re probably sick of hearing me say that, but I am. Just...please don’t leave. I love you, Y/N. Let me..let me make it up to you. Let me show you how much I love you.”

My eyes widened as the words dripping with suggestion left his mouth. I tilted my head back and stared up at him dumbfounded, a humorless laugh leaving my lips as I managed to find a surge of strength to push as hard as I could at Matt’s chest and finally shove him backwards.

“Are you fucking joking? You have some goddamn balls, Matthew Murdock. Are you seriously asking me for sex right now? You think that’s gonna fix this?”

“I’m not asking, I’m offering. I know you need it.”

“You don’t know anything. What the hell makes you think I want anything to do with you right now? Why would I even want to kiss you, knowing all I’m going to be able to taste is her.”

Matthew Murdock was one cocky son of a bitch, and his audacity never ceased to amaze me. He clenched his jaw slightly as spite flowed from my lips, hands balling up into tight fists at his sides as he let out a controlled deep breath. His features morphed into an expression of distress as he took slow calculated steps closer towards me and inhaled, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. His eyes were a shade darker when they opened and his tongue quickly darted out to swipe across his bottom lip as he squared his shoulders. I knew that look, and it caused a shiver to cascade down my spine.

“Then why don’t you let me have a taste, hm? I don’t want you to taste anything else on my tongue except yourself. I don’t want to taste anything else but you.”

Matt tilted his head to the side slightly, his blank honey eyes fixated right in my direction, trying to sense anything that would give me away. He waited silently to taste the effect of his words in the air as they began to seep from my core, and feel the rise of heat that flushed across my chest and the tops of my cheeks. He waited for the anger to dissipate into desire. Matt Murdock was not a very patient man, but the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was when it came to outsmarting his prey. He set the trap, and waited for me to fall into it. He knew I would. It had been too long, and he knew me too damn well. Matt always knew how to melt the icy barrier I hid beneath, rendering me a needy puddle in his capable hands. The twitch of his jaw and fleeting uptick of his lips let me know he had gotten exactly what he was waiting for.

“I can smell you, sweetheart. Your need...your want. It’s palpable. I can feel it in my own veins. I can practically taste you from here. It’s been what…two weeks? Two weeks since I’ve touched you. I haven’t been paying attention to you like I should have been. I haven’t been very good to you lately. I’ve been neglecting you, and I’m so sorry for that. Please...let me make up for it. Use me.”

Use me.

My mouth suddenly felt dry as it clicked in my brain exactly what he meant. Matt knew what he was doing. I was a sucker for his voice, especially when he used his “devil” voice on me, and he never hesitated to use it to his advantage. He knew it would make me crumble. It always did. He knew exactly how to get what he wanted, how to win. He masked every single one of his sinful words behind that velvet voice, and I loved it. Matt took my silence as an invitation to move even closer, his voice becoming dangerously low as he spoke.

“You don’t have to touch me. You can have my fingers, my mouth, whatever you want. I can feel how frustrated you are. I know how badly you need this. So let me help. Take it all out on me. Use me, sweetheart.”

I felt like I was being pulled in a million different directions in my head. A tiny, logical piece of my brain wanted me to smack him. It was yelling at me to not give in. To instead tell him to fuck off, get my things, and just go. The other part of my brain wanted me to just call it a night. Just let go of all the anger, try to get some sleep, and discuss the future of our relationship in the morning when we were both level headed. But both of those thoughts were completely drowned out by the ache beginning to throb uncomfortably between my thighs.

I was just as sexually frustrated as I was...well...regularly frustrated. I couldn’t remember the last time Matt had kissed me, or touched me, or even told me he loved me. He had been so busy lately, I felt like we only saw each other in passing like forgotten ships in the night. My body yearned for him. He knew it better than anyone, sometimes even better than I did. He always knew what I needed.

My renegade eyes traveled over Matt’s exposed muscular chest as I got lost in my inner turmoil, paying extra attention to how his sweatpants and briefs hung treacherously low on his hips. I had spent so many moments mapping out every inch of his skin and every visible scar with my fingers and tongue. If I focused really hard, I could feel the tautness of his abs on my fingertips from whenever he got close to releasing in my mouth. I could hear the gravel in his voice as he whispered vivid dirty details of his plans for me into my ear. I could taste the tanginess of my own release on his lips as he kissed me after bringing me to climax with his skilled tongue.

I felt a warm rush of arousal pool between my thighs. The soft groan that exuded from Matt’s lips let me know he had noticed it. He always knew when I was wet for him. I could never hide from him. His tongue swiped along his bottom lip as he stared just above me, his fists tightening at his sides so hard his bruised knuckles were stark white. I know he wanted nothing more than to rush forward and take me, fuck it all out, and beg for forgiveness when he finally sent me over the edge...but he stayed still. Matt had always been the dominant one in our relationship, and I liked it that way. I never knew I could find so much freedom in completely giving myself over to someone. I trusted Matt. I loved when he took control. I craved being submissive to him, so much so that it would have been embarrassing if it weren’t so fucking satisfying. I didn’t know if I had it in me to be the one in control, especially not with the headspace I was in. I was desperately grasping at the frayed edges of my anger, but the way he was staring at me with those ravenous wild eyes had me letting go without a second thought.

“I..I don’t..I’m not sure if I..”

Matt reached out to gently take my hand into his, brushing his thumb over the back of my knuckles and giving it a soft squeeze. Somehow he always understood me, even when I couldn’t get the words out. He just knew.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you. I got you, sweetheart.”

Matt slowly sunk down onto his knees in front of me, head tilted back to keep his gaze up towards my face. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as he hooked his index fingers under the seam of my panties, pulling them down my legs carefully as he brushed his fingers tenderly along the back of my knee and the side of my calf. He turned his head slightly to place a chaste kiss to my inner thigh and I felt him smile against my skin when I let out an involuntary whine. He tapped my ankle lightly to signal for me to step out of my panties, balling them up into his hand and shoving them into the pocket of his sweatpants.

Matt placed several more scorching kisses up the expanse of my legs and over my thighs as he slowly rose up from his knees, towering over me once he stood to his full height. He gestured his head towards the bed and began to walk backwards.

“Come here.”

I watched him in confusion as he took his place on the bed, glancing down at the spot on the floor in front of me where he had just been.

“What…what um...”

“You’re gonna ride my face.”

I nearly choked on my own spit, my eyes widening in shock as I watched Matt move to lay flat on his back on the mattress. Matt Murdock was no stranger to eating me out. Sometimes I think he enjoyed it almost as much as I did. There were times I had to practically pry him away, nearly in tears from overstimulation because he just kept going and going and going. He’d had his face buried between my thighs countless times, but never like that.

“W-What?”

“You’re gonna sit on my face, you’re gonna ride my tongue until you come, and you’re gonna keep going until you feel satisfied. If you wanna go all fucking night, we will. You don’t stop until you get what you need.”

Even though he was offering to let me take control, there was still a dominant edge to his voice that made my knees weak. Matt reached his hand out for me to take, his eyes blankly moving back and forth as he waited to sense my presence come near. I was frozen with apprehension. I wanted it, God did I want it, but I was nervous. I had seen a picture of Elektra once. We looked nothing alike, figure wise. I had a very curvy figure. I had wider hips and thick thighs, and while I knew Matt was very strong, I also knew I would die of embarrassment if I had to explain how I nearly suffocated my boyfriend from trying to ride his face for the first time.

“Don’t.”

“What?”

I blinked a few times as I stared over at Matt, taking a few cautious steps forward until I stood next to the bed. I reached out slowly to grab onto his hand and swallowed thickly when he tugged me closer, pressing a reassuring kiss to each of my knuckles.

“Don’t think so hard. Just come here and let me make you feel better, please.”

I tried to let go of all my trepidation with a deep exhale, capturing my bottom lip between my teeth as I climbed up onto the bed. I let go of Matt’s hand momentarily to pull my oversized sleep shirt over my head so that it wouldn’t get in the way. I swung my leg over Matt’s waist and straddled his chest. He quickly grabbed onto my hips and pulled me up further with impressive speed, causing me to gasp and brace my hands against the wall.

“Jesus, Matt. Slow down.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I just...fuck...can you get up here? Please, baby?”

I wasn’t used to Matt sounding so needy. That was usually my role. I was always the one begging for him…begging for more. Hearing how desperately he wanted to taste me sent a tidal wave of lust dripping down my thighs, and Matt growled lowly in his throat at that. His fingertips dug roughly into the soft flesh of my thighs and his hips bucked upwards slightly. I stared down at him in awe, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride and confidence from the way he was reacting.

“Sweetheart...please...I’m begging you. Let me make you come until you can’t walk. Come on angel...be a good girl for me and come ride my face, yeah? Let me show you how much I want you. Only want you.”

Between his strained begging and the way he moved his head to get closer to where I was soaked, I couldn’t take it anymore. My pussy seemed to have a mind of its own because before I could stop myself, I was settling my knees on either side of Matt’s head and bracing my hands onto the wall to steady myself, preparing to lower myself languidly. Matt however had other plans. In an instant, Matt had a bruising iron grip on my thighs and had roughly pulled my soaking cunt down on his face. One of my hands immediately flew down to grip at his hair as I moaned loudly when I felt his tongue slip inside me. Matthew Murdock was extremely talented with his mouth, which made him an exceptional lawyer, but an even more sensational lover.

His mouth was so warm as he ravaged me, and I felt myself already having a difficult time staying upright. Matt’s large hand came down hard against my ass and I cried out as it surged me forward, the action causing his nose to bump divinely against my clit as his tongue explored my pussy like it was the first time all over again. It took one more slap for me to get the hint and I slowly started to move my hips against his face. The muffled moan of approval that sounded beneath me only spurred me on to roll my hips back and forth delicately like an easy tide. I gripped tightly onto Matt’s hair and tugged hard which caused a groan to reverberate enticingly against my clit.

I could feel him moving slightly around on the bed behind me and glanced over my shoulder to see him rolling his hips upwards into the air in time with my own pace. I could see the perfect outline of his impressive cock as it strained against the barrier of his sweatpants. There was already a wet patch forming which drove me even more crazy. He was really fucking enjoying this. It never failed to turn me on even further seeing how much Matt got off to getting me off.

My breaths became more jagged and struggled to be released from my chest the closer I got to the edge. I should’ve felt pathetic about being so close to coming undone so quickly, but it had been weeks. I whined loudly as I began to grind my hips down back and forth on his tongue, welcoming the burn of his facial hair rubbing roughly against my inner thighs. I had gotten so used to his touch that I felt like I was completely starving after two weeks without it. I hadn’t even bothered trying to get myself off because I knew it would be no use. I couldn’t come without Matt, not since the first night I let him touch me and make himself at home between my thighs. Nothing compared to him.

“M-Matty...oh god...please...”

Matt clamped both of his large hands down on my thighs to hold me in place, wrapping his plump lips around my swollen clit to suck on it feverishly. I could feel him moaning against my core and it only brought me closer and closer to where I wanted to be. It was so close...so fucking close. My entire body felt tense with anticipation as I waited impatiently to be tossed over the edge into pure ecstasy. It felt like a rubber band within me was being stretched impossibly thin, and I just needed it to fucking snap already.

“Maaaatty…please please please..”

I don’t even know what I was asking for, but he knew. He always knew. Matt granted me mercy as he quickened the pace of his tongue, flickering over my clit like a flame trying to withstand the wind. He gently bit down on my sensitive nub, causing me to explode with pure bliss. I rocked my hips against his face messily as I kept my tight grip on his hair. A high pitched whine left my lips when I felt a growl rip through his chest as I finally came into his mouth. I glanced down just in time to see his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head from my taste hitting his tongue, a satisfied primal groan resonating against my core. Matt wouldn’t let me budge until he greedily lapped up every drop of nectar my body had to offer. My thighs shook aggressively as I tried to ride out one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever had. My body felt entirely too heavy, and the only reason I hadn’t collapsed was because Matt was still holding me up. He detached his lips just for a split second, baring his teeth in menacing snarl.

“Go for another one, sweetheart. I told you…we can stay here all fucking night.”

I glanced down to see the lower half of Matt’s face completely coated in my glimmering wetness. His lips were swollen and red, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, panting as he tried desperately to catch his own breath. His hair was sticking up in odd directions from my hazardous gripping and his eyes were blown open so wide, I could see the devil in them, waiting for me to unlock his chains. I whimpered as I felt his tongue teasing at my folds, trying my hardest to pull away from his eager mouth.

“I..I c-can’t..ah fuck Matty…please…let me down...please...”

Matt grabbed onto my hips and lifted me up gently, helping me onto my back on the spot right beside him. My body was still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure when I felt the warm weight of his body on top of mine. His lips left a burning trail of kisses down the column of my neck, between the valley of my breasts, and along my lower stomach. I whined when I felt his warm breath wavering against my clit.

“Shh...let me take care of you, sweetheart. I’ll do all the work. Just lay back and let me make it better.”

“Matty...please. I just want you, please.”

I hadn’t forgiven him. I was still hurt and angry, and there was so much we needed to talk about. But right now, I just needed him. I needed to feel him. I needed to feel our bodies connected together, like they belonged to one another. I needed him to tell me everything would be okay as he held my hand and made love to me. I needed to know he was still mine.

I could feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as he hovered over me and I grabbed onto his face to pull him down in a searing kiss. I could feel him sigh in content and relief against my mouth, sliding his hand under my back to pull me up closer so that could press our chests together. I could feel his heartbeat thundering against my own in a perfect symphony. As I pushed at the waistband of his sweatpants, he gently grabbed onto my wrist and broke the kiss to lean his forehead against mine.

“Sweetheart, I told you…you don’t have to touch me.”

“I need to, Matty. I need it, please. I need you.”

Matt stilled at my sobbing plea and brought one of his large hands up to brush the scattered tears away with his thumb, cupping my cheek in his hand as he gazed down at me in pure concern.

“Angel, what’s wrong? Talk to me. Was it too much? Do I need to stop?”

“No...no please don’t. I just...I need you, Matty. I need you here.”

“I am here, sweetheart.”

“I need you to stay here. You can’t...you can’t just ignore me for two weeks and then run off with someone else, Matt. You can’t do that to me...especially not with her. So...if this is it, then I want-”

“Hey, no. This is not it. Don’t talk like that. Listen to me...I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry. I’ll never do that again, I swear. You mean everything to me, alright? I’m not going anywhere, sweet girl. I’m right here. And I don’t want you to worry about her. She’s on the first flight out of New York in the morning, okay? She’s not coming back. It’s just you and me, my love. I’m right here. I love you.”

“Then show me.”

I didn’t wait for him as I braced my palms against his broad chest and pushed with all the strength I had left, rising up onto my knees as I pushed him down onto his back. I ignored his faint protests, grabbing at the waistband of his briefs and sweatpants to tug them down in one swift motion as quickly as possible. I pressed my palm hard against his chest to keep him down when he tried to sit up, climbing onto his lap and positioning myself over his impatient cock. The tip was swollen with lust and weeping with need, standing proudly at attention above his stomach, waiting for me. I didn’t take my time to slowly lower myself down like I normally did. No matter how many times Matt had been inside me, ruined me, I always had to adjust to his size.

We both cried out in unison when I sank down completely, and his hands flew up to seize my hips. Being on top always required the most accommodation, but I loved having him like this. I could feel him everywhere. All I wanted was to be completely filled to the brim and consumed entirely by him. I winced as the sting of my walls being stretched to their limits pierced through my lower half.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Easy easy…don’t hurt yourself. We can take it slow-fuck!”

I ignored every single one of Matt’s words as I sat up straight and began to swivel my hips in purposeful circles. It burned, God did it burn, but I wanted it. I wanted it all. I didn’t know if I believed Matt’s words. I didn’t know if the love he had for me would ever compare to what he had felt for her, what he might still feel for her. I didn’t know that I believed tonight wasn’t it for us. But all that I wanted was a reminder, that this had been real. That Matt had been real, and he had been mine. I would take the pain willingly if it meant I’d be able to feel him for the next few days. I’d happily be haunted by the ache he left between my thighs to remind myself that this was real.

Every drawn out moan of my name that rang in my ears, every breathless pant, every plea of oh my god and every praise of fuck sweetheart kept me moving even though I felt like my legs were seconds away from giving up. I threw my head back towards the heavens, hoping God would understand my prayers and what I needed through the form of Matt’s name. On my knees above him, I prayed. And I prayed and I prayed and I prayed.

I didn’t know if the tears falling freely down my cheeks were from being pushed to my limit physically, or mentally, but I cried out when Matt sat up fully to wipe them away from my cheeks, reaching farther inside me than I ever thought possible. I whined when I felt his hand wrap delicately around my throat, his thumb and index finger holding my chin in a firm grasp as he captured my lips.

“Shh…it’s alright sweetheart. I’m here. I’m right here. Doing so well for me, angel. Always so good to me. Let me take care of you.”

Matt brought my arms up to wrap around his neck, grabbing my hips gently to flip our bodies over and lay me down into the sanctuary of silk covered pillows. He pulled my legs tightly around his waist, locking his own hips in place against mine. One hand came up to intertwine our fingers together, squeezing my hand in reassurance as he placed his other forearm directly beside my head. Pressing our foreheads together, brushing his nose and lips against mine, Matt began to oscillate his hips at a tender speed, allowing me to feel every detailed stroke of him against my tight walls.

“My perfect girl. Can’t you feel how perfect we fit together, Y/N? Can’t you feel how perfect you are for me?”

I couldn’t handle the vulnerability in his featherlight whispers. It tugged so hard on the strings of my heart, I thought they might snap. I tried to whisper his name, respond with something coherent, but all I could manage was a needy whimper. Matt let go of my hand for just a second, slipping his own between our bodies to press down on the bulge in my lower stomach.

“You can feel me here, can’t you sweetheart?”

I grabbed onto the back of his neck urgently, digging my nails into the muscle of his upper back to anchor him in place. I tried to nod, tried to hide my face into the refuge of his neck to escape his inexorable gaze, but he wasn’t having any of that. Matt’s hand was quickly covering my throat again, his hold on my chin a little tighter this time, forcing my eyes to meet his.

“I am not going anywhere. Nothing could ever take me away from you. Not her, not Fisk, no one. Not even God himself could keep me from you.”

His caramel coated eyes were staring so hard down into mine, it knocked the breath out of me. For a second, I felt like Matt could actually see me. His stare only grew in intensity as his thrusts became more precise.

“Listen to me, sweetheart. You are mine. And I am yours. We belong to no one else, but each other. I’m gonna marry you someday, Y/N. Someday soon. I want nothing more than for you to be my wife, my perfect girl. My angel. There’s no one else I want by my side for the rest of my life. No one else who understands me better than you do. No one else that accepts me like you do. No one else that’s as good to me as you are. I will do whatever it takes to prove that to you. I will put a ring on your finger tomorrow. I will put a baby in you tonight.”

A sharp gasp mixed with a breathless moan echoed from my lips at Matt’s words. I knew Matt wanted to get married someday, and I always hoped it would be to me. We had very briefly had a conversation about kids once. He knew that I wanted them, and said that he did too. Someday. While marriage I knew we could make work, I wasn’t sure about the kids part. I didn’t know if I could handle having a child with him when he still needed the other side of him, and I didn’t know if he would ever know when he wouldn’t need that side of him anymore. It was a tricky conversation I wasn’t ready to try and navigate. I didn’t want to risk losing Matt, and I would never ask him to give up something that was so important to him. But the conviction in his voice, the certainty of his words, made me lightheaded. Matt tilted his head to the side slightly, a sense of recognition softening his gaze as a light smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“That what you want, sweetheart? Hm? That what you need? Taking my last name and growing our baby inside you to remind you every day that I’m yours?”

“Matty…”

“You want all of me, don’t you angel? C’mon, tell me. Tell me you want all of me.”

“I…God, Matty…want all of you, please.”

“I love you, Y/N. You love me, don’t you? C’mon baby, tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Matty. I, oh God, love you so much…”

“Say you’ll marry me. Gonna ask properly, I promise, but I need to hear you say it. Tell me, sweetheart.”

“Yes Matty…yes I’ll marry you.”

I knew Matt was listening intently to my heartbeat with every answer that spilled from me, searching for any falter in rhythm that would tell him I wasn’t telling the truth. That I was just obeying his orders. But I wasn’t lying. I meant every word. I knew that Matt knew that from the mouth splitting grin that took over his entire face.

“That’s my girl. My perfect girl. Now, tell me I can come inside. We can start our family tonight, sweetheart. C’mon, tell me you want it, and you’ll be pregnant before the sun comes up. Let me hear it, angel.”

“Please Matty, please. Please come inside me. I want our family. I want it all. Please Matty, make me yours.”

Matt tightened his grip slightly on my throat, silencing my cries of pleasure with his lips. His pace remained gentle and loving, but his thrusts were powerful and meticulous, relentlessly hitting that spot inside me that had me swimming in constellations that appeared behind my eyelids every single time. It didn’t take much longer for me to plunge from the peak of exhilaration, free falling into uninhibited gratification below that was completely and irrevocably Matt.

I felt tingles sparking throughout my extremities as my body spasmed in rolling blackouts of delectation, causing my walls to clench unforgivably around Matt’s cock. I could feel the rhythm of his hips stuttering into short, staccato bursts as he finally reached his own crescendo. The pure satisfaction entangled in the legato moans of his climax wrapped around me like a warm blanket, lulling me into a state of ease. For the first time all night, joy buzzed in my bloodstream, and I was able to silence the roaring of my insecurity.

Matt was here. Matt loved me. Matt was mine.

I hugged him as close and tightly to my chest as I could, refusing to unlock my legs from around his waist when I felt him start to pull back.

“Don’t, please. Just stay. Just wanna stay like this.”

Matt pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and allowed his lips to linger there for a moment before marking my nose, cheeks, and lips in his adoration. He nuzzled his head into my neck and I felt him inhale my scent deeply before sighing in content.

“Alright, sweetheart. We can stay like this.”

I basked in the comfortable silence for a moment, allowing my brain to process every single one of Matt’s words. I felt a childlike sense of giddiness, like when you were a kid and you knew you were getting the exact gift you wanted for Christmas. You had peeked, and spoiled it for yourself, but still felt unfiltered excitement anyway. The gift itself didn’t matter as much as the feeling of knowing that it was what you wanted and it was yours.

Matt Murdock was my gift. The one thing I always wanted, the only thing that mattered, that was all mine.

I threaded my fingers lightly through his hair, occasionally massaging at his scalp and smiling at the hums of gratitude that vibrated against my neck.

“Matty?”

“Hm?”

“You know I’m still on birth control, right?”

“I know, sweetheart. It doesn’t hurt to start practicing though, does it?”

I could feel his smile against my skin. If I closed my eyes, I could see it. I knew exactly which one it was. I couldn’t help but giggle at his response, tightening my arms around his back.

“Well, if that’s the case, then we’ve been practicing for over a year Matty. Sometimes several times a day.”

Matt pulled his head back just enough so that he could face me, bumping his nose against my own as a devilish grin stretched across his soft lips.

“I like to be prepared.”

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lesbians4lottienat · 2 months

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water down what i’d call being grateful - lottienat

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“Lottie leans back down and catches Nat in a bruising kiss, causing the shorter girl to shiver. Okay, so they were making out. No big deal; they’d done it before, and Nat had enjoyed it. She wanted the intimacy of it all. Making out didn’t mean it had to lead to what she dreaded most. But then, Lottie pulls away slightly and moves to kiss Nat on her collarbones—Nat’s breath hitches.

No. No, no, no.

Nat takes a calming breath. A shiver runs down her spine as Lottie’s teeth lightly graze her neck. Bad. She knew where this was leading. Bile rises from the back of her throat.”

Nat struggles with telling her girlfriend, Lottie, about her asexual identity.

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college/no-crash/modern au. transfeminine travis martinez. childhood best friends travis & natalie. supportive best friend travis. mentions of sex cuz it’s about asexuality…like one (1) sex joke too. biromantic asexual nat & lesbian lottie. hurt/comfort. mentions of non-supportive partners & parents.

think that’s all the important stuff! lmk if i should add anything else :P

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Nat had always had a…strange relationship with sex, to say the least. From the moment she learned about it, she felt an overwhelming rush of disgust and a subconscious feeling of pain. Whenever she brought this up, however, the adults in her life would simply laugh and tell her it was normal and that, eventually, she’d be over these feelings. What she felt was a phase due to her still being too young to understand.

Now, Nat realized what a load of bullshit that was. No matter how hard she initially tried to pretend it was, it wasn't a phase. Pretending that she just ‘wasn’t ready yet’ just resulted in her having a lot of terrible sex. Though, to be fair, to Nat, all sex was terrible sex. Simply put, she was a sex-repulsed asexual, and pretending was hurting more than it was helping. Every time she forced herself to sleep with a partner, whether they be a boy or a girl, it always just went wrong. She would end up crying or feeling nauseous. One time, after sleeping with a particularly pushy guy, she actually did end up vomiting. They never spoke about it, but they broke up two weeks later.

After that awful experience, she realized that maybe something was different about her than other people. So, after countless hours of researching sexuality blogs and articles, she finally concluded that she was, in fact, asexual. She mainly kept it to herself, though. She didn’t want to deal with annoying, invasive questions or stupid thoughts from people who had no right to say anything about her private life. She didn’t even tell her closest friends. If the subject were to come up, she wouldn’t hide it, but she felt it wasn’t particularly anyone else’s business, either.

However, this proved to be a problem when she started dating one of her best friends, Lottie Matthews. You see, Lottie was super accepting of many things, but Nat feared this would finally be the dealbreaker that scared her away.

“Nat, come on,” Travis groaned, “You’re gonna have to tell her eventually.” Currently, the two sat in Travis’ dorm having the same conversation they always did when asexuality was the topic. Travis was one of the only people she had told she was asexual. She had actually helped her discover it, sending her a bunch of helpful articles when Nat was initially researching. “She’s not gonna care, dude.”

“But what if she does?” Nat asks, voice wavering slightly. This catches Travis off guard, and she leans forward to place a supportive hand on Nat’s shoulder. “Then she’s an asshole, Nat. And you deserve better.”

Nat swallows nervously. Then, in a small voice, she says, “I just don’t want to lose her…”

“You won’t, Nat. Lottie’s cool. She’s always been there for you, and you for her. This isn’t gonna matter, I promise.”

Nat nods slowly, eventually agreeing with Travis’ words. “Now,” the taller girl starts, “Get ready to have your ass handed to you in Mario Kart.”

“In your dreams, Martinez,” Nat says with a smile.

And so, it was decided. Nat would tell Lottie about her actual sexual orientation. Now came the questions of how and when, but she supposed it could wait until after she beat Travis at Mario Kart.

—

Nat sighed, combing a hand through her shaggy blonde hair. The roots were growing in, and for once, she was considering keeping it instead of re-bleaching it. She hummed as she looked in the mirror. Travis would be glad she wouldn’t have to help Nat dye her hair again. They accidentally dyed the poor girl’s hands the last time they tried.

She was attempting to think of the perfect way to come out to her girlfriend as she worked on a lab report for one of her classes. She sat on her and Lottie’s bed, typing and pondering. She was so deep in thought she almost didn't notice Lottie creep into the room quietly. Lottie stretches, then leans in, gently kisses Nat’s neck, right where she knows she’s ticklish, and causes the blonde to giggle.

“Lotts, what are you doing?”

“Kissing my beautiful girlfriend, of course,” Lottie responds before peppering Nat’s neck with feather-light kisses. The attack causes an outburst of sudden laughter, and soon, Lottie’s on top of Nat, straddling her hips and tickling her sides. Lottie must feel merciful today because she stops relatively quickly; she stays seated on top of Nat, however. She looks down at her longingly, a fond smile on her face.

“Your laughter is my favorite sound.”

Nat snorts.

“Okay, loser.”

“Hey! I was being romantic!”

“Sounded like you were being a loser to me.”

Lottie glares playfully at Nat, who simply sticks out her tongue in response.

Here’s where it all went wrong. Lottie leans back down and catches Nat in a bruising kiss, causing the shorter girl to shiver. Okay, so they were making out. No big deal; they’d done it before, and Nat had enjoyed it. She wanted the intimacy of it all. Making out didn’t mean it had to lead to what she dreaded most. But then, Lottie pulls away slightly and moves to kiss Nat on her collarbones—Nat’s breath hitches.

No. No, no, no.

Nat takes a calming breath. A shiver runs down her spine as Lottie’s teeth lightly graze her neck. Bad. She knew where this was leading. Bile rises from the back of her throat.

“Lottie- Lottie stop!”

Lottie pulls up immediately, looking at Nat with wide, concerned eyes. Nat tries to wriggle away, but Lottie’s still on her. Lottie notices her discomfort and quickly gets off. Nat recoils almost instantly, curling into herself protectively. She’s hyperventilating, eyes focusing everywhere but Lottie.

“Hey, Nat, are you okay? I- I’m sorry if I went too far. We- we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to-.”

However, Nat doesn’t hear the rest of her rambling as she’s already run out the door, her computer and unfinished classwork long forgotten.

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nat: travis

nat: travis seriously this is important

trav: what’s wrong??

nat: im such an idiot travis

nat: lottie kissed my neck and i freaked out

trav: you’re not an idiot nat

trav: did she get mad at you?

nat: i don’t know

nat: i ran

nat: im such an idiot

trav: you’re not an idiot, youre just scared

trav: where are you right now???

trav: are you safe?

nat: im outside

nat: i think i’m by your dorm

nat: can i crash at yours?

trav: of course

trav: do you still have that spare key?

nat: yeah

trav: okay ill be there in a bit, gonna grab some food

trav: chinese sound okay?

nat: yes please

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Lottie paces back and forth, surely wearing a hole through the wooden floorboards with how much she’s been walking on them. Her phone rings and rings, but it is sent to voicemail again. Nat isn’t picking up. She fights the urge to throw her phone at the wall in frustration and concern.

She wasn’t sure what had gone wrong. One moment, she and Nat were laughing together, and the next, Nat was running away with tears in her eyes. She felt awful for not picking up on Nat's discomfort sooner. She brought her girlfriend to tears and made her run away. What kind of girlfriend did that? A bad one, she bitterly thinks to herself.

She takes a deep breath before opening her messages and texting Nat a quick message to apologize.

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lotts <3: hey nat, i’m really sorry i didn't realize you were uncomfortable sooner. i really didn't mean to scare you, but im sooo so so so sorry that i did. If there's any way i can make it up to you, please let me know. Also, if you could tell me you’re somewhere safe, I would appreciate it. I love you, and im so sorry.

read by nat <3 at 7:54 PM.

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Lottie frowned at the read receipt and the lack of a response. She groaned, throwing her head into her hands, before grabbing her phone once again and texting some friends.

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lottie: is nat at your place?? I just want to make sure she's safe.

travis: yeah, she’s probably gonna spend the night

lottie: okay, thank you

—

lottie started a chat with taissa, jackie, shauna, and van

lottie: guys i need your help really, really badly

van: what's poppin lotts!!!

van changed their name to vanvan

jackie changed their name to jax

jax: what’s up girlypop!

taissa: Are you alright? Did something happen, Lott?

lottie: i think i royally fucked up

vanvan: oh so is now not the time to assign our usual nicknames?

lottie: no

lottie: its not

shauna: what happened?

lottie: you know how we were talking about nat not getting hints when i tried to show her i was ready to take the next step in our relationship?

lottie: well i tried being more forward and i think i really freaked her out. i stopped as soon as i saw how uncomfortable she was but she ran away crying and now i dont know what to do

lottie: what if she hates me?

taissa: Where did she go? Did you try to talk to her?

lottie: i called a bunch but she wouldn’t answer

lottie: i texted travis though and she says that nat’s over there and is probably staying the night

lottie: so i at least know she’s safe

jax: oh shit

vanvan: well, you stopped, thats the important thing

vanvan: i don’t think she’s going to hate you

shauna: you guys just have to talk it out and maybe come up with a better way of communicating when you're uncomfortable with something

lottie: im such an asshole

jax: hey!! no!!

jax: you stopped when you noticed! that’s not asshole behavior!! you just didn't realize!!!

vanvan: ^

taissa: It'll be okay, Lottie. You just have to give her time.

lottie: i hope you’re right

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Lottie lay in bed with a pit in her stomach, cradling one of Nat’s favorite sweaters in her arms. She couldn’t sleep without the familiar scent of her girlfriend, after all. Whenever her phone chimed, she would sit up immediately to check it, but it was never Nat.

—

Travis sighed, rubbing at her eyes. She was sitting on her couch, the remains of her and Nat’s food stowed in the fridge. Nat lay with her head in Travis’ lap while the two watched a cartoon from when they were younger. This was a routine they had formed in their adolescence. Whenever Travis’ parents were on her ass for not being “man enough,” or Nat’s mom was drinking herself to death, the two would find a secluded park to hang out and smoke in. Nat was sober now, so they switched to watching dumb cartoons and making fun of them. Now, here they were; they had escaped from shitty small-town Wiskayok after all, no matter what assholes called them burnouts in their teenage years.

“Nat?”

Nat doesn’t respond, staying exceptionally still. Travis is only convinced she's still awake because of her sporadic and uneven breathing. She’s still highly shaken up.

“Nat, I know you’re awake.”

Nat groans, pretending to awaken. She is forever committed to her shitty acting. Travis huffs in laughter.

“What do you need, Trav?” she asks, although her voice wavers and her body is still shaking. Travis frowns and sighs.

“We have to talk about it, Nat.”

Nat tenses further.

“We don’t.”

“Yes, we do. Don’t you want a plan for what you say to Lottie?”

“That’s if she’ll even have me after my little stunt,” Nat mutters, and Travis pinches her. She flies up from her place on her lap and punches Travis in the shoulder a bit harsher than intended.

“Dude! Ow!”

“Stop acting like your concerns and wants aren't important! The last time I checked, your relationship with Lottie has two people in it. It’s not all about her!”

Nat glares, although she knows Travis is right.

“Seriously, dude, if she’s an asshole about something as insignificant as you not having sex, then she’s not worth it!”

“Don’t talk about her like that. She’s not…she’s not an asshole-”

“I know that! And you do, too. So stop thinking about everything that has gone wrong with other people, and focus on how you want to tell her!”

Nat sighs. She nods, tears stinging her eyes. Travis notices, looking for something to lighten up the mood that she’s created.

“... plus, she has a hand, right? She can, like, take care of it herself-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Nat laughs, her face flushing. She swats Travis repeatedly, the taller girl snickering at the red look Nat has to her.

“Okay! Okay, ow, okay! How are you gonna do this?”

Nat pauses, thinking deeply. The two spend the rest of the night brainstorming.

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nat <3: can you meet me at the park near our place? the one that’s down the street.

read by lotts <3 at 4:32 AM.

message hearted by lotts <3 at 4:33 AM.

lotts <3: omw

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Lottie almost didn’t check her phone when she was finally falling asleep, but something in her gut told her it was important. She was forever glad that she checked it, as, this time, it really was Nat.

She hurriedly pulled on a hoodie, grabbed Nat’s favorite sweater in case she didn’t have one, and waited in the cool night air at the park for a while, then rushed out the door. In her rush, she almost forgot her keys but quickly remembered that walking around the streets at four in the morning was perhaps not the greatest idea. Driving it was, then.

She clambered into her car, driving much faster than the speed limit to get to the park, which was rather unnecessary, as the park was only five minutes away.

Upon her arrival, she parked her car and stepped out into the chilly air. Shivering, she took out her phone’s flashlight and began looking around. Over on the swings, she saw a familiar head of shaggy blonde hair. Her heart fluttered in affection and anxiety. She walked over hastily, sitting in the swing beside Nat, who looked up upon hearing footsteps.

“Hey,” Nat breathed out. It would appear that she was wearing one of Travis’ jackets. Lottie fought back the jealousy creeping up inside of her.

“Hey,” she greeted, sounding unsure of herself. Nat still hadn’t looked at her yet. It filled Lottie with undeniable dread. She began to stutter another apology, hoping to show Nat it was a mistake. The shorter girl cut her off before she had the chance, however.

“I-”

“Wait. I have something to tell you.”

Lottie opened and closed her mouth a few times. She nodded simply before remembering that Nat couldn’t see her, as she was still avoiding looking directly at Lottie.

“Okay,” Lottie eventually said, sounding confused but urging her girlfriend to go on.

“I…I got scared. And I ran.”

“You did,” Lottie agreed, although her tone was nowhere near angered or upset. Instead, it was simply full of concern and care.

“Sex is like that for me. I…I don’t like it. It just makes me feel…scared. And small. And, like, I’m going to be sick.”

Lottie stared at her girlfriend, somewhat surprised. This was the first time she had heard anything about any of this. Usually, Nat didn’t understand her advances or would tell her she wasn’t ready when the conversation came up.

“I’m asexual, Lottie. I don’t like sex, and I never will,” Nat sniffled, and it was now that Lottie realized that she wasn’t looking at her because she was ashamed and had been crying.

“Nat-”

“I understand if…if that's a dealbreaker,” Nat started, “I just hope I can still be in your life, and-”

“Nat, hey, look at me?” Lottie asked, trying to coax her love into listening to her. Nat paused, slowly looking up and glancing at Lottie. She was smiling at Nat, which, okay, being honest? Nat didn't expect that, but it was a welcome surprise. Lottie extended her hand towards Nat, who carefully interlocked their fingers. Lottie gently circled her thumb over Nat’s, bringing the blonde’s knuckles to her face so she could kiss them.

“I love you,” Lottie started. Nat was preparing for the ‘but…’ statement, yet it never came.

Lottie placed a gentle kiss on Nat’s hand once more.

“I love you because you’re you, not in spite of it. I love how sweet and caring you are. I love how funny you are. I love everything about you, even the things I don’t know yet. I love you for so much more than your body, my love. I’m sorry I ever made you feel like this would be a reason for me to leave you,” Lottie passionately stated, staring into Nat’s eyes during the whole speech.

“I-”

“I love you. And that’s not going to change, alright?”

Nat nodded slowly, tears leaking from her eyes. She kicked her feet awkwardly while holding onto Lottie’s hand. They stayed like this for a while before Nat spoke again.

“It…it wasn’t you. Not really. I just…I’ve tried to tell other partners this before, and it's never gone well…”

Lottie looks at her sadly, surprise written all over her face. She suddenly stands from her swing, almost pulling Nat over. She sends her an apologetic smile and steps in front of her. Gently, she pulls Nat towards her, and Nat obliges, getting off the set. Lottie quickly hugs Nat while they both stand, gently kissing the crown of her head.

“Their loss,” she mumbled, peppering kisses over Nat’s face, and Nat could swear she would cry again. Eventually, Lottie leads her to the car, offering to drive her back to their apartment if she’s ready. Nat agrees, although first she declares she has something to do. She walks back to the playset and knocks three times on the slide. Travis slides down and out of it, hair mussed from the static inside of the plastic tube.

“Wha-”

“Travis is the only other one who knows,” Nat explains. She drove me here to tell you, but, uhm, she didn't wanna leave me alone at the park this late or, uh, early in the morning.”

Lottie nodded slowly. Travis waved at her with a faint smile and misty eyes. It's clear she’d heard everything and was extremely happy for her friend. She’s about to leave when Lottie remembers the jacket.

“Oh, wait!”

Travis turns to look at her, confused. Lottie rushes to her car and grabs Nat’s sweater, handing it to the blonde.

“Here. I brought it in case you didn't have a jacket.”

Nat gratefully accepts, handing Travis’ jacket back to the taller girl. Nat starts walking towards the car. Before Travis can leave, Lottie grabs her by the wrist.

“Thank you,” she says, “For being there for my love.”

With a smile and a nod, Lottie walks back to her car. While they both buckle, a comfortable silence falls upon them. They are exhausted, and when they get home, they collapse onto their shared bed and spend the rest of the night wrapped in one another’s embrace. Before they fall asleep, however, Nat shares what's been on her mind lately.

“Lotts?” She asks, and Lottie hums in acknowledgment. She’s threading her fingers through Nat’s hair, and Nat’s so comfortable she could fall asleep, but she has one last thing to discuss.

“How am I gonna tell everyone else?”

“...do you want to?”

Nat pauses, thinking.

“Yes. I just don’t want it to get to a point where something bad happens, and I run again.”

Lottie nods thoughtfully at that.

“How about tomorrow? Can you send a simple text to everyone? It doesn’t have to be anything grand, just informative.”

“Won’t it seem a little out of nowhere, though?”

“Not to Shauna, Jackie, Tai, and Van. I sorta panic texted them when you left.”

Nat’s heart drops.

“What did you tell them?”

“Just that I was worried I had scared you—nothing more, promise. I would never share anything you didn't want me to.”

Nat exhales, relieved. She buries her face in Lottie’s neck and kisses it softly.

“Why just them?” she asked, curiosity peaked now that she didn't have to worry about being outed.

“Well, I doubt Laura Lee would want to know about her friends’ sex lives, and Misty is just…Misty. She’s great; she just might accidentally slip up and mention something that would embarrass the both of us.”

“True,” Nat laughs, her eyelids growing heavier by the second. They fall back into a comfortable silence before Nat eventually hears a silent snore from Lottie. She chuckles to herself, closing her eyes and snuggling closer to Lottie.

“Goodnight, Lotts.”

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BONUS

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the girls that are gays & theys

8:07 AM

natalat: hey

natalat: i wanted to tell u guys something

laura lee!!: Good morning, Natalie! What’s on your mind? :^)

mist!!: Morning!!

natalat: i know everyone else is probably asleep, but i just wanted to tell u all that im ace

natalat: asexual

message hearted by laura lee!! and mist!! at 8:08 AM.

natalat: no sex

natalat: sex bad

natalat: i told lottie last night

natalat: and i just wanted to tell u all

natalat: because ur important to me or whatever

message hearted by laura lee!! at 8:09 AM.

laura lee!!: That’s wonderful, Natalie! Thank you for telling us!

mist!!: Cool! Glad you feel safe enough to tell us :D

2 messages hearted by natalat at 8:10 AM

9:12 AM

jax: OMG

jax: CONGRATSSSS

jax: HAPPY NO SEXING TO U

natalat: bro

jax: what!!

shaun uh: perhaps not the best way to say that, jax.

shaun uh: anyways, good for you, nat :]

tai: Jackie.

jax: cmonnnn it was funny!

natalat: i actually agree for once

tai: Anyways

tai: We’re all very happy for you, Nat.

natalat: thanks, guys :P

vanvan: guys it's so early what are you all yapping about!!!

natalat: my sexuality, or lack thereof

vanvan: huh

vanvan: ok read through the messages so i get it now YAYYYYY NAT

vanvan: love you loser !!!

natalat: you’re the loser here, palmer

natalat: love u too tho <3

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as always, reblogs and comments are much appreciated!! take care my lovelies <3

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seokka0o · 1 year

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석우현 : Seok Matthew ♡ Reader // Warning: smut ; unprotected sex, cheating ; Matthew its a fucking asshole and you love it //0.8k

It's not something you would consider moral on your part, several times you warned Matthew how this relationship between you could go wrong.

He says it's not a big deal, you're just having fun and what's wrong with that? because you've known each other for years, no one would know how to comfort him better than you. With that your best friend started to make it a routine to go fuck you every time he had a fight with his girlfriend, for whatever reason, even if he was the one cheating while the poor girl cries in the sheets for missing the boyfriend she had, that she claims to be exemplary most of the time.

Of course you could never consider yourself innocent, you were an accomplice to it, even worse for being precisely that person who tells his girlfriend that everything will always be fine;

just as you are there for her when she needs a shoulder to lean on, you are there for matthew when he needs someone to fuck, and you were the perfect target for his naughtiness.

often endangering what was just a his teasing, all of your friends questioning the provenance of that relationship between the two of you while Matthew is still with someone else, and why this relationship came out of nowhere.

Well that was something to ask Matthew and the first time he asked you to suck his dick while he was arguing over the phone with his girlfriend, you already understood your nature and questionable character even back then, now it was a different matter which one didn't fit you. You were only there because you were an easy fuck

“What morals do you think you have? its just a slut y/n ” matthew presses your head down, forcing it against the pillow, his whole hips thrust into you and then the sounds of his body impacting yours started to get wetter, louder. your moans muffled by the pillow on your face as your whole body tightened and released around Matthew, reveling in the sensation and the force he used to slam you into his thrusts. All this for saying he didn't have a shred of shame on his face

“f-fuck” you gasped out of the pillow and propped yourself up a bit on your elbows, trying to find some balance, goosebumps running all over your flesh and soon matthew released his hands from your hips to squeeze your ass with a certain accumulated desire, leaving so you can have the sight of his dick disappearing and appearing inside you

“don't talk like that….I-I'm just trying to be a good friend” you can hear him snicker, you'd want to watch every expression he was able to give you even under those conditions, and by the way he accelerated considerably inside you, you could tell it was the right answer beyond a shadow of a doubt.

your moans echoed throughout the stuffy room, your hands gripped over the sheets, you starting to feel dizzy, every time his cock nudged you close to your sweet region leaving you unsteady, very close to your orgasm.

“we always get along so well y/n” Matthew slowed down, pleased to hear your sincere complaint “that's why there's no one like you…”

you couldn't deny feeling usable, matthew had this habit of keeping people in the palm of his hand, but what could you do? he always fuck you so good, which made you always root for the relationship's disgrace, so you can have him under these conditions even for a mere minute.

“My god, fuck me please… I can't take it anymore” you push your hips towards him waiting for more contact, feeling all your energies leave your body.

matthew is a man of not very large proportions, so it's not an easy task for him to support you by the hip, you felt the command when he slid his hand down your back, then you immediately brought your arms back and allowed him to pin you down , holding your wrists tight he finally starts to fuck you again, using all the resistance and agility he had in his hips to fuck your senses, the sound of the thrusts, the sounds that came out of matthew's own mouth made you completely lose track, following him and then letting the heat wash over you and your orgasm came instantly, causing your body to shudder, pass out and then leave you with nothing but a choked breath.

“I want….you come inside me” you asked off-air

“leave it to me dear” he replied taking the whole front, let go of you to give you some rest and came back with his hands on your hips keeping the sequence little silent, matthew had his whole chest and neck reddened by the effort and in a few minutes he reached his own limit, gushing all his liquid into you filling you up completely.

#zb1 smut #zb1 hard hours #matthew smut #matthew hard hours #seok matthew smut #seok matthew hard hours

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genderlesssinner · 1 month

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Prepare yourself for more of my rambling bullshit

I apologize this is gonna be LONG as I just spew my thoughts while watching

Oh right Liliana is here I forgot this is where we left off OOF

The Weave Mind built the fortress, okay okay okay

Burrow Site?? Ah the dig to the cage

Oooh no he's using Liliana for the projection??

Oooo fae info dump

Are the Unseelie part of how Ludinus does the widespread projections? Or is he just rallying the troops

I am both stressed and love how eager Travis always is for things to go poorly

So much teleporting if they do this and going to the Fey is time fucky so that could be bad I hope they remember that and maybe Morri can still help with that?

Istg Travis. That die roll is gonna get Chet one day and no one is gonna believe it at first cause he fakes out so much

"we're not interesting enough for that" TAL

Part of me really hopes they turn the Sorrowlord fully against Ludinus but I also don't want that sombitch anywhere near Fearnie

Always walkin and talkin, or they would never get anywhere. Ever.

This meeting should be interesting.

WHO ARE THE OTHER DRAGONS MATTHEW?

I know my love, J'mon is one. Who are the other two.

Love having telepathic bond, hell yeah Imogen

GET IT LIL MAN dayum WHO IS HERE MATT AAAAA THE WHISPERSSSSS

Braius apologizing to Fearne is hilarious to me Fearne is the last one to be picky about relationship stuff yet he kissed Imogen and it it's fine lol

TALIESIN IS SO INTO THIS I love Taliesin's reactions to everything omg

"shut up baby I know it" LIAM LEMUR O'BRIEN

I have so many mixed feelings about all of this wow okay

Thank you for stopping them Matt

My boys? WHO DID YOUR HALFLING EYES SEE ORYM?

Oh no oh um is that papa Wyvernwind?? It iiisssss oh shiiiiiiitttt

Hoo boy, those are big ass golems

WHO IS THE SILVER DRAGON MATTIE

Oooh man I love these absolute chucklefucks

The beacons are lit

Cerkonos!! Fuck yeah. Ashari!

Vex is like fuck the politics we have to *stop* this

Everytime they say Sunder King it sounds SO FAMILIAR and I can't remember it's driving me bonkers

That is one hell of a name Matt

Oh SHIT the dragon Zone of Truthed the whole damn place ooooff

Oh shit Braius of of everyone being able to lie? That totally won't bite is in the ass WILL IT SAMUEL?

VOX MACHINA ASSEMBLE BITCHES

OH SHIT the fucking bright queen vouching for the mighty nein shiiiitttt if she only knew

Taliesin: happy wiggles

Oh poor kiki dealing with all these assholes on top of everything else

Dorian thank you oh my god I was sitting here like Ash pls I love you but this one time keep your opinions to yourself you beautiful dumbass

Oh no

Okay maybe it's okay that Braius can lie ...maybe

Many months = two whole days

A GUY WHO MAKES Chairs crying

"what's the Platinum Dragon's mother's name?" Hoo that throwback

Oh boy Sam is making something Canon rn

Interesting okayokayokay

Oh Ashton oh no

Oh. Okay. No I'm vibing with this though.

Fearne flashing the room would be hilarious

"quick spin the bottle" XD

Oohhhh showing them is uh an interesting choice right now with the uh exhaustion that comes after

Fuck shit I missed a bit because technical issues hell

Oohhhhhh hh my sweet bard boy

Robbie is such a wonderful story teller ugh

Orym blue screening over Dorian and his horsedragon, love him

Chet is gonna wolf out ain't he.

Tiny sexy breath 🤣🤣🤣

Aaand there it is. Ope he's not actually changing okay okay

OH SHIT TITLES OH MY FUCK AKXBSUHVG

I totally got distracted and missed something said but it's fine I'll watch again Monday

Chet

What

Where's papa Wyvernwind

Yeeeeeee

I forgot his name is Bronte

Yeah no tracks okay fuck.

Break time! More rambling fuckery in the second half yall

Go use the bathroom and get drinks and snacks

#cr c3 spoilers #critical role #critical role spoilers #Bells hells #Cr c3 e105 #Keyleth last week: I don't do well with bureaucracy #Beau at some point: bureaucracy turns me on #Stanley the cup makes me so uncomfortable and something tells me that it came from sam being heavily medicated #Highbearer Vord is still such a bitch

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livia-dovehallow · 2 years

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Tlh feels so disconnected from the other series. It ignores so many things established already, it's like it's in its own universe. For example:

- We know Cecily's father was an alcoholic and yet none of the adults noticed Matthew's problem.

- Cecily is very active and a fighter but in tlh she's like a stay at home mom and just takes care of Alexander.

- How is it that everyone is so accepting of all the lgbt characters. Like I know shadowhunters don't follow the same social rules as mundanes do but at this point in history being gay is illegal. LIKE YOU COULD GO TO JAIL. And you're telling nobody had a problem. I feel it really undermines Alec's story. He being the first gay consul is a big deal, his fight for himself and his identity is huge and here it's like it's not even a problem for someone being gay. I know history not always improves, so you could say that people got more homophobic with time, but how. How did we go from this generation to the Circle. Like let's pretend Alexander is the Lightwood ancestor, it means Robert is his grandkid, and we know Robert's father was awful. Are you telling me Alexander, Cecily and Gabriel's child, raised a person so badly? Like how? There's no connection.

- Also, how is it so easy for Anna and Ari, and possibly Thomas and Alastair, to adopt a child. Again, it was a huge deal for Alec and Magnus to adopt Max and Rafael, but for the tlh people is this easy?

- Also, we know Alex is the first gay openly gay consul, so should we assume Charles didn't get to be consul? Or he did get to be consul and the historians erased his sexuality?

SECOND TO LAST BULLET IS A MODERATE SPOILER TO THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE NOT FINISHED CHAIN OF THORNS BUT IT DIDNT MAKE SENSE TO ME TO COPY THIS ALL OVER WHEN IT'S AT THE BOTTOM SO I HOPE YOU SEE THIS WARNING OKAY SORRY

I have seen this sentiment a lot and I do agree with it. Alone (entirely detached from the rest of TSC and ignoring the fact that these characters are the children of my beloved TID characters), it's an all right series. But knowing that it is a TSC book, you're right. Ignores so many established things.

I just try to think of some of the more historically-inaccurate items as intentionally inaccurate so that TLH feels more welcoming and a better version of history than we know truly happened. However, that disconnects from TMI, as we know, because of how much prejudice Alec faced being gay. If TLH truly connected to all established events, I don't think Alec would have been so scared and felt so threatened.

(And, no, I don't think Charles ever became Consul but that's another story entirely).

Given that we know TLH familes are the ancestors of the TMI families (or most of them, at least), it just doesn't connect well. Obviously, big things could have happened between TLH and TMI that made the Lightwoods go back to being assholes for a generation (don't get me started on that either because Gideon and Gabriel would be so disappointed in them).

I get not wanting to feel tied to the family tree to create the TLH story, but CC should have stuck to what she had already established in a main series. Side books I think have more leeway of being retconned or adjusted, but not a main series, especially not the one that started it all.

So yeah, I can overlook historical inaccuracy to a pretty far extent, but stay consistent in your storytelling among the 4/5 published main series, at least. You wrote yourself into that corner; figure it out. Sigh.

TLH would have made a better series if it had been written as an NA series rather than YA and wasn't confined to a trilogy.

Cecily being reduced to a housewife angers me too much to even address it in this already long post but suffice it to say that I ignore that part of canon because Cecily Herondale-Lightwood is not a fucking housewife ksjflkjs

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sacredsorceress · 3 years

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Lollipop || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: your brother and his best friend find themselves in a fight after a few boys don’t know when to shut their mouth.

a/n: reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 1.9k

warnings: fighting, mentions of blood, someone makes a suggestive comment about reader

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1935

“What do you think you’re doin’, punk?” He asked, plucking the lollipop from your hand. “I thought Steve told you to stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Kneeling beside you behind the dumpster, Bucky pulled the wrapping off of the top of the lollipop, slipping it into his mouth. Swatting your brother’s best friend, you scolded him in a hushed voice.

“Hey! Big mouth!” You whispered. “Can you stop talkin’ so loud? Someone’s gonna find us if you don’t shut up. Thanks for stealing my lollipop by the way.”

“Yeah?” Bucky said, raising his eyebrows, pulling the candy out of his mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’. “Consider it payment for keepin’ my mouth shut. The hell you doing back here anyway?”

You were asking yourself the same question.

You and your brother Steve always walked home together at the end of the school day when he met you at your locker after the final bell rung. However earlier that day, your brother had come up to you, his eyes unable to meet yours, telling you to wait for him out front after school was over for the day because he ‘had something he had to do’ afterwards. Not even giving you a chance to ask him why, your brother had stormed off to his next class.

Not one to mind your own business when it came to Steve, as soon as the dismissal bell rung, you disobeyed his orders, making your way to the back of the school, hiding behind the dumpster you and Bucky were situated at now.

“You mean he didn’t tell you?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What?” He asked. “I haven’t seen him since lunch. Why? What’d he say?”

Shaking your head, you glanced at the door of the building as it opened. “Nothing. He was acting really weird-”

Cutting yourself short, you stopped speaking as you saw two boys you recognized, coming out the back door of the school, laughing with one another. Shutting yourself up, you tugged on the sleeve of Bucky’s t-shirt when you saw none other than your brother Steve emerge from the door seconds later.

“Hey!” Steve called to the two boys.

“What the hell is he doing?” Bucky whispered to you.

Pulling his shirt tighter, your eyes growing wide, you both continued to watch the scene unfold in front of you.

“Listen, Rogers, if you know what’s good for you you’ll go back inside.” The boy you recognized as Matthew said, turning around.

“Take back what you said.” Your brother said, his hands balling into fists at his side. When he received no answer from either of the boys, he raised his voice. “I said take back what you said in the bathroom!”

The two boys glancing at each other, one of them raised his voice.

“Yeah? Or what?”

Rather than replying, you watched as your brother raised his fists to his eye line, but before anything could come from it, one of the boys strode over to Steve, swinging a punch to his face before he could even block it, the other kicking him to the ground.

“Shit!” Bucky swore, shrugging your hand off of his shirt and rising to his feet. “Stay here.”

“But Buck-” You began.

Taking the lollipop out of his mouth, he shoved it into your hands, pointing his finger at you. “I said- stay here.”

You watched with wide eyes as your brother’s best friend, made his way around the dumpster, over to the fight happening before your eyes.

“Hey!” Bucky called, the boys’ heads turning at the sound of his voice. “Pick on someone your own size.”

Grabbing the collar of one of the boy’s shirts, Bucky shoved him against the wall, throwing a punch to his face.

“What the hell did these guys do to piss you off so bad, Steve?” Bucky asked, holding Matthew against the wall.

Answering for him, the boy smiled, showing off his bloody teeth. “All I said was that it’s a good thing y’all are so poor. If the Rogers could buy better clothes we wouldn’t get to see Y/n’s panties through her skirt every time she-“

“Keep her name outta your God damn mouth!” Steve shouted before he took another blow to his face.

Beginning to feel his blood boil at the sight of the boy in front of him, Bucky’s jaw clenched as he grabbed Matthew by the collar with both hands and threw him onto the ground.

“C’mon Barnes,” The boy laughed. “You’ve seen her. You’re tellin’ me you spend all your time with that charity case friend of yours without wanting anythin-”

Practically seeing red, Bucky climbed on top of him, and began throwing a series of punches against the boy’s face.

Although you were Steve’s sister, Bucky had known you well enough that he wasn’t going to back away from a fight where your name was being dragged through the mud. He had known you practically his whole life- you and Steve were a packaged deal, having been adopted by the Rogers as an infant and raised as Steve’s sister. Although he teased the hell out of you, he had always had a soft spot for his best friend’s sister and he wasn’t about to let some asshole talk that way about you without getting his face beat in.

Despite Bucky’s orders, you couldn’t sit by and watch your brother get beat up by the boy on top of him while Bucky took out the other. Slipping the lollipop that was in your hands into your own mouth, you grabbed the piece of plywood that was laying against the dumpster beside you and stood up. Making your way around the dumpster over to where the fight was going on, you came up behind the unnamed boy that was on top of your brother. Lifting the piece of wood in your hands, you swung it across the back of the his head.

A loud yelp erupting from the boy’s mouth as he fell to the ground, off of Steve grabbed Bucky’s attention.

“What the-” Bucky exclaimed looking up to see you standing above your brother and the other boy. “I thought I told you to stay-”

Before he could finish his sentence however, distracted by you, the boy below him took advantage of the situation to swing a punch right into Bucky’s eye.

“Shit!” He shouted in pain, but before Matthew could throw another one, Bucky threw one last punch across his nose, the boy immediately screaming in pain.

“My nose!” He shouted, hands shooting to his bloodied face. “I think you broke my fucking nose!”

“Yeah?” Bucky asked, pulling on the boy’s collar and bringing his face inches from his. “If you even think about the Rogers girl again, I’ll kick your fucking teeth in, alright?”

Nodding wildly, he scrambled to his feet, running back towards the door of the building, the boy you had hit with the piece of plywood, holding the back of his head close behind him.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you dropped the piece of wood at your side, closing your eyes until you felt the lollipop slip out of your mouth.

“Wha-” You began, opening your eyes.

When they did, your eyes landed on a bruised up Bucky slipping the lollipop into his own mouth once again.

“You owe me another one.” You said.

“Yeah right.” Bucky scoffed, pointing at the black eye that was forming on his face. “This shiner’s worth two of these stupid things and I got it because you, missy, don’t know when to stay put.”

Shaking your head, you turned to look at your brother and his bloodied face, resting your hand on his shoulder before turning back to Bucky.

“Steve needed help!” You exclaimed, attempting to defend yourself.

Shrugging your hand off, Steve shook his head. “I didn’t need your help, Y/n.” He said. “I could’ve handled those guys.”

You knew Steve wasn’t one to ask for help- he hated it actually. With his stature and health people were always either giving him help he didn’t ask for out of pity or actively working to make his life even more miserable. You understood that because of all of this he didn’t ask or want your help, but you didn’t help him because you didn’t believe in him, but- for the same reason as Bucky- because you cared.

Knowing better than to make the situation worse, you sighed in defeat, nodding.

“You’re right.” You said to your older brother. “I’m sorry.”

Watching the scene in front of him, Bucky laid his hands on both of your shoulders.

“Listen, those guys were assholes.” He said glancing at each of you. “They deserved to get their ass kicked by three people. I don’t think we’ll have to worry about them again for a while now.”

As Bucky and you sat waiting for your brother on a bench in front of your shared high school for him to grab his wallet, you looked up at Bucky. Although you had to squint your eyes from the sun shining above the buildings, you gazed at your brother’s best friend’s face- the way the lollipop stick hung outside his mouth, the scruff that was already covering his jawline and even the bruise that had begun to form around his eye.

Shaking your head to clear your mind, you cleared your throat.

“Buck?” You asked.

“Yeah?” He replied, staring ahead, hand still on the stick of the lollipop in his mouth.

“What...” You began, fiddling with your fingers. “What was that fight all about anyway?”

Furrowing his eyebrows, and slipping the lollipop out his mouth he turned to you.

“You didn’t hear any of that?”

“No.”

Staring straight ahead, placing the candy back on his tongue he thought about the fight that had just unfolded and the sick things the kid who’s face he beat in said to cause it. He knew nothing good would come from you knowing and he knew even more that no matter how much he tried he wouldn’t even be able to say the words to your face.

“Same old stuff.” He shrugged, not meeting your eyes. “Ya know, about Steve’s height and shit.”

Shaking your head, you scoffed.

“What assholes.”

“Yeah.”

Before anymore could be said, the sound of the front door of the school swinging open drew you and Bucky’s attention, Steve emerging from inside the building.

“Anyone steal anything?” Bucky asked, pushing himself off of the bench.

Chuckling, Steve opened his wallet to reveal... nothing.

“Not if there’s nothing to steal.” Your brother laughed.

Making your short trip back to your respective apartments, you followed behind with Bucky and Steve, laughing along with their jokes along the way despite their bruised and battered faces and the events that had transpired not even a half an hour before.

When Bucky made it back to his building, the stick of the lollipop still in his mouth, he waved back to the two of you. Watching as you and your brother made your way back home until you both had left his line of sight, Bucky couldn’t help but think about how one day the Rogers siblings would stop getting themselves into fights, but until that day came he swore he would do whatever it took to protect his best friend and his ‘punk’ little sister who- despite his best efforts- he had always saved a special place in his heart for.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes blurb #Bucky Barnes drabble #bucky barnes fluff #40s!bucky

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troubatrain · 3 years

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twisted in bedsheets - m. tkachuk

a/n: this is straight up smut.... like minimal plot mostly filth. but i hope you guys like it, i may give it a part two if anyone wants to see it but i don't know yet. big shoutout to my resident whores @hookingminor & @tkafuckit ily both sm

taglist : @barzysreputation

warnings: it's smush time (smut)

You almost wanted to make fun of him.

A part of you wondered, what did a single, twenty three year old, professional athlete who lived in a different country most of year need a house this big for? That wasn’t your business, and really neither was showing up two days after Matthew moved in with a bottle of wine and silly housewarming gift to make yourself feel better about where his little brother, also known as your best friend, was. You knocked loudly, hoping the car in the driveway meant Matthew was home and you weren’t wasting your time.

Matthew was inside, finally getting some peace and quiet after spending the day listening to his mother and the interior designer he hired argue about throw pillows. He jumped at the knock of his door, not used to the way it echoed through the house he bought on a whim. You were standing on the other side, bouncing on your heels with a bag in your hand and Matthew couldn’t help but smile.

Matthew always had a soft spot for you, Brady was your best friend and just like Matthew found himself watching out for Brady, he did the same for you. It was easy to keep it like that for years, Brady being far more possessive because you were his friend and not Matthew’s and not everything needs to be about you Matt, but it’d gotten harder lately. It was sudden, one summer Matthew came home and you were lounging by the pool and he swore his dick twitched in his pants, and it just wasn’t getting easier. It wasn’t easier when he tried to convince himself that there was an age gap between the both of you, even though it was barely two years and no one would blink an eye. It wasn’t easier when he beat the Senators and you quietly told him he had a good game because if Brady caught wind of it he’d lose his mind. And it sure as hell wasn’t easier when Brady mentioned your boyfriend constantly.

Your boyfriend who was having a party that Matthew knew for a fact Brady was at, but why weren’t you? Matthew couldn’t possibly get his hopes up, knowing if you were single he’d find some way to break your heart and you didn’t deserve that. That was the thing, Matthew ruined people and you were a far better person than he was to begin with. Matthew opens the door regardless, a smile on his face when he meets your eyes.

“Hi,” You beam, trying to play off like you were happy when you were just looking for a distraction that didn’t involve driving around and crying to Taylor Swift, “I, uh, congrats?”

Matthew chuckles, cocking his head to the side and opening his door a little further for you to come in, “Thank you, you really didn’t have to bring a gift.”

“It’s rude not too,” You scold, tapping Matthew in the arm and forgetting for a second you weren’t talking to Brady.

You pretended like you couldn’t feel it, the way his arms felt like a solid fucking rock and it was getting harder and harder to shove down that silly crush you’ve had since high school. You remember it so clearly, the moment Matthew went from Brady’s brother to just Matthew. You were a freshman, a dorky quiet kid who everyone knew not to mess with exclusively because Brady would kick the shit out of them, and you overheard a few girls in Matthew’s gossiping about how cute he was. Then it hit you, just as Matthew was leaning against his car to drive you home - he was cute. Cute turned into hot quickly, and you spent summer after summer wondering if you’d be bold enough to make a move.

You watched as Matthew pulled out the picture you’d framed for him, one his mother had taken of the three of you as kids. You were at the same ice cream shop you went to after every Blue’s game, chocolate ice cream smiles on your faces.

“You dropped your ice cream right after my mom took this,” Matthew hums, smiling at the memory himself.

“And you gave me yours because you felt bad for me,” You finish, hence the reason you chose that photo in the first place.

“You were crying,” Matthew nods, remembering the way his heart broke when he saw tears well up in your eyes. Even then, Matthew was a protector, constantly defending the people he held close to his heart, “Brady wouldn’t even share his… speaking of, isn’t there a huge rager you could be at right now?”

“Something about a party at my ex boyfriend’s doesn’t sound fun to me at all,” You sigh, hoping you wouldn’t have to explain it any further.

You didn’t have a boyfriend anymore.

It was all Matthew could process, his brain malfunctioning because he couldn’t believe it. Matthew gave you a sympathetic smile, “Let’s crack that bottle open then?”

You agreed, following Matthew into his yard to sit out by his fire pit, an early summer breeze making St. Louis unseasonably cold. He came back with two glasses, and you tried simply to ignore that his hands were big enough to hold both glasses in one, “So, Brady’s at a party at your ex-boyfriend’s place and you’re not mad at him at all?”

“I can’t be mad at Brady,” You explain, pouring yourself a glass of wine that was just a bit too big, “He doesn’t know what happened.”

“I thought you had no secrets,” Matthew questions, knowing that Brady knew everything about you and you were the same way. You turned your attention to the glass, swirling it in your hand while you seemed to shut down under Matthew’s gaze, “Y/N… it’s me, you know you can tell me.”

“It’s really embarrassing,” You whisper, “He cheated on me…”

“That’s not your fault,” Matthew scoffs, throwing an arm around your shoulders, “Why didn’t you tell-”

“He told me it was because the girl he was hooking up with was better in bed than me,” You whisper, Matthew closing his mouth immediately. He took a deep breath, his fingers scratching against your scalp while he looked straight ahead, “Please don’t tell Brady.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” Matthew nods, his bottom lip between his teeth, “You’re perfect, and if he doesn’t see that he can go fuck himself.”

“What if he’s right?” You ask, taking a gulp of your drink. Matthew knew what road you were headed towards, one that was going to leave you insecure about this for the rest of your life if Matthew didn’t choose his next words carefully.

“He’s not,” Matthew shakes his head, hopping off the outdoor sofa you were on and kneeling down in front of you, “And you don’t need some douchebags opinion to make yourself feel good.”

“Would you sleep with me?” You ask, Matthew’s hand that had been rubbing your thighs gently stopped. You craved the validation, and a part of you always wondered if you had a shot with Matthew. If you were both able to drown out the noise from your friends and family, would he want you? Matthew’s hand crept up to your cheek, his thumb tracing your lip. You looked at him like this was the most important question he’d ever have to answer, and like if he said yes your lips would be on his, “And tell me I’m good.”

Matthew shut his eyes, running every possible scenerio knowing all of them include him fucking this up and hurting your feelings, but he couldn’t stop himself from trying. His lips ghosted over yours, stubble rough against your skin, “You’re sure about this?”

“Please,” You pout, not even bothering to give Matthew your best sexy face. You’d faked it enough, a year of trying to be something you weren’t to please some asshole who left for someone else anyways. Matthew’s hands slid on either side of you, his lips against yours and your hands on the back of his neck.

“Inside,” Matthew mutters against your lips, knowing if he didn’t stop himself now his new neighbors would get a show they didn’t ask for. You deserved better than that anyways. You snuck inside, your lips pressing kisses to Matthew’s neck while his arm stayed around your waist until you ended up in his bedroom. The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, Matthew crawling on top of you, “I cannot believe that asshole let you slip through his fingers like that.”

“Make me forget about him then,” You let out a breath, Matthew smirking against your skin when you lit up that competitive fire he’d always had. You tugged at the bottom of his shirt, Matthew taking the hint and grabbing it from the back of his neck to toss off. Matthew’s hands slid under your shirt, unhooking your bra and swirling his finger around your nipples, pulling a moan from you.

“You even moan pretty,” Matthew could believe it, knowing just how many dreams like this, but really hearing it was something else entirely. Matthew shed your clothes quickly, leaving you just in your panties while he pressed kisses against your skin, murmurs of praise left in their wake.

“Matty,” You whimper, tilting Matthew’s chin up from where it was nestling between your thighs, “No one’s ever made me cum like this before.”

Matthew swore he was going to blow right there. The way your eyes looked into his, a trust that you were giving him that it was becoming clear you’d never given anyone. If it was anyone else, Matthew’s cocky nature would have broken through, a challenge accepted attitude that he couldn’t have with you.

You weren’t nervous but it wasn’t some secret that Matthew got around, and admitting something that seemed as trivial as what you’d told him was a big deal to you. Matthew’s blue eyes were soft, a small smile on his face, “We’ll go slow baby.”

And slow it was, Matthew was patient, trying to figure out what was going to get you off. His tongue was lapping at your core slowly, smirking at the way you squirmed whenever he got close to your clit. Your hands were in his hair, curling his overgrown hair around your fingers. Matthew’s tongue flicked your clit, your soft grip on his curls tighter, “Fuck, sorry-”

“Keep tugging on them,” Matthew groans against you, the vibrations sending a chill up your spine. His fingers were digging into your thighs, undoubtedly leaving a mark to worry about later, but you didn’t care. Matthew was eating your pussy like it was his last fucking meal, growing harder from the way you were moaning his name. You were close, your hips lifting off the bed and Matthew’s hands against your stomach to keep you right where you were. The only sounds echoing through that house were the ones from your orgasm, washing over you while Matthew finally pulled away. His finger swiped your core, sucking your cum off his finger, “Fucking delicious…”

You could feel the heat on your cheeks, holding your arm over your face from Matthew’s praise. He let out a light laugh, pulling your arm down and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Don’t be insecure, when you’re with me you don’t have to be.”

You didn’t have a second to process his words, the way say with me like this was something meant to last more than a night, because Matthew’s lips were back on yours. Your hand snuck between you, palming him through his sweats and swallowing the groan with your lips, “I want to try something.”

Matthew’s brows raised, letting you push him onto his back without a fight. You’d never been the most confident in the bedroom, and you really never tried anything that wasn’t missionary, but something about Matthew’s praise had your head held high. You grind your hips against him, a smug smile on Matthew’s face, “You’ve never been on top before?”

You shook your head no, biting your lip and waiting for why have you had the most boring sex life imaginable laugh that should have followed. It never came, instead Matthew’s hands gripped your hips and lifted you up so he could kick off his sweats and boxers. His hand fell, searching through his bedside table for a condom, tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it onto his cock. He tapped your clit with the head, his thumb that was still gripping you was rubbing softly against your skin, “Whenever you’re ready babe.”

Matthew watched you sink yourself onto him slowly, biting his lip to stop himself from cumming too soon because this was hotter than anything he could have imagined. All of those fantasies included finding out you were secretly dirty as hell, but finding out you weren’t and the trust you seemed to give Matthew because he’d never done you wrong was even sexier. Matthew’s hands guided your hips slowly, his head thrown back from the pleasure, “Am I doing good?”

“You’re doing fucking wonderful baby,” Matthew groans, grabbing a fistful of your ass. You moan, falling forward and kissing Matthew’s jaw lightly. He threw his arm around your back, fucking up into you at faster pace, “I want you cum again, c’mon.”

“Matty, I-” You whimper, a protest that you didn’t think you had another one in you until your pussy clenched around him. Your legs were shaking, Matthew stopping himself before he got too rough with you. You caught your breath for a second, Matthew pushing your hair away from your face so he could kiss you. His kisses were gentle, a stark contrast from the fact that his cock was still buried inside of you. You tried to move, grind your hips against his to get him off like he’d just done to you, but your hips bucked from the sensitivity.

“Slow down babe,” Matthew hums, his large hand rubbing your back gently, “We’ll get there.”

Getting there wasn’t hard at all. Not after Matthew had you on your back so he could keep fucking you. You looked beautiful, moaning his own name below him like you’d never said anyone’s name like that. Matthew’s head was tucked into your neck, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room until he finally came with a loud groan.

When you finally came down from the after sex high, a realization washed over you. You’d had sex with your best friend’s brother. The same brother you’d spend years of your life with. Matthew walked into his bathroom, grabbing you a warm washcloth and a clean shirt from his closet. He got back into his room, glancing at the way you were looking around his room with his sheets over your chest unsure of whether or not you should leave. Matthew leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, “I want you to stay.”

“You don’t have to let me-” You start to protest, a weird feeling in your chest you couldn’t quite describe. You were a relationship type, hook ups weren’t your playing field and you knew Matthew lived by them. You never forgot it either, the way he slugged back a beer and looked Brady and yourself dead in the eyes and told you he swore he wasn’t built to last more than a night. Matthew chuckles, cleaning you up and throwing his shirt over your frame. He laid down next to you, pulling you against his chest and kissing your shoulder.

“I want you to stay here,” Matthew assures you, smiling wide when you tucked yourself into his side.

Hey Matty?

Yeah?

Don’t tell Brady about this.

Secret’s safe with me Y/N.

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Has any of the campaign 3 stuff with Ruidus gotten you thinking about that Pern AU you were talking about forever ago? Because it gives me major red star vibes

Oh shit, excellent question.

Ruidus absolutely gives me BIG Red Star vibes, which feels part and parcel with how much this entire campaign so far feels like it's sending regular tributes out to old sci-fantasy. I would completely believe that Matt is making a reference (Matthew Mercer, ubernerd, has for sure read some Anne McCaffrey in his day, whether he was consciously pulling on it for this or not). And, mmm, this is making me want to talk about sci-fantasy as a genre, and how psychic powers specifically get grandfathered in as a science fiction trope rather than a fantasy one, and what that means for Imogen's position and Main Character Energy and...

But that wasn't your question! You were asking about the Pern AU, which is definitely somewhere on the list of AUs I Meant To Come Back To Someday, and which I definitely should. (I have like 3/4 of what should've been the next installment buried in my drafts somewhere! Oh, if you all could only see my drafts folder.)

I think what's interesting here is that...in a Pern AU, Vox Machina are dragonriders and a lord holder and a harper and maybe Pike is a healer instead. They play fully within the rules of the world, even if they are exceptional within those rules; in campaign 1, that means that they fit certain fantasy tropes, that they play by certain genre rules, that they may be dumb chaotic assholes but they do so in a recognizable high fantasy way. In a Pern AU, that means they fit well into the position of dragonriders and Lord Holders, people you'd expect as main characters. The M9, on the other hand, had I ever gotten there, would've been entirely non-dragonriders; they're spies and researchers and Holdless vagabonds, probably working for Harper Hall rather than the Cobalt Soul (it's all blue!). They examine the fabric of the world, start asking questions about the fall of the Age of Arcanum and what Thread is, really, but never quite get answers because they have real-world political problems to deal with and when they touch those cosmic mysteries, they make it through but also it's real weird and surreal there for a while.

Bell's Hells, on the other hand...in a Pern AU, Bell's Hells would be a full-on rewrite of White Dragon and All The Weyrs of Pern, I suspect, with a completely shaken-up cast, because Bell's Hells are in a position to actually encounter and mess with the underlying basis of the setting itself. Part of this is audience context -- we've seen more and more of the Age of Arcanum now, we actually can start telling stories about it! -- but right, FCG is RIGHT THERE being actually from it. The moon that VM never noticed, that the M9 spotted as weird but did not have time to deal with...Bell's Hells are going to go there, and possibly, literally fight it. Bell's Hells don't give a shit about the politics of Marquette-at-large (though they at least sort of care about the politics of Jrusar). They're gonna fight the literal moon.

I need to think a bit more about this, about trilogies and progressions, about what my genre senses tell me is coming for BH and how realistic those actually are, and we're only 27 episodes in (I'm only 26 and a half episodes in, because New Work Schedule means passing out at mid-break so I can be up at 8 the next day), and there's a lot to explore there. But in answer to your question...shit, yes, I am indeed thinking about it, but also to stick Bell's Hells anywhere into Pern canon would require us to be working either circa Dragonsdawn or circa AtWoP, where the 'oh shit, this is a sci-fi setting' bits of the world are actually visible. Which involves way more engaging with the worldbuilding bones of Pern canon than I feel prepared to tackle at 9:45 on a Sunday morning.

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Sugar, Honey, Ice and Tea - Matthew Tkachuk (4)

This part is shorter than I'd like but it felt right to end it here. also trash edits I'm sorry

all parts in the master list

Sleep.

All he wanted to do was fucking sleep.

The medics cleared Matthew and as soon he was back out on the ice, he made damn sure to get revenge on the asshole that had bodied him. He didn’t do it in a form of physical retaliation though, opting instead to rip the puck from the man’s grasp and score the game winning goal.

It wasn’t even a home game but there were enough screaming fans present that they probably could’ve blown the roof off the arena.

The win was incredible, their fourth in a row, but Matthew was tired. Mentally, he was fine, and he didn’t have any serious physical injuries but a hit that hard was going to have anyone feeling incredibly sore and beaten up.

His sights were set on the hard hotel bed he had to share with someone he didn’t particularly like but the guys weren’t having it.

“Chuky! We’re going out tonight!”

“You’re going out tonight,” he corrected, “i’m going to bed.”

“Come on, man, you have to come out! Game winning goal! Let’s drink about it!”

It was the last thing in the world that Matthew wanted to do, but his team wanted him to go and so, reluctantly, he found himself sat at a high top table with a double shot of vodka sitting in front of him.

“Fuck it, I guess, we won!”

He threw the alcohol back like it was water and slammed the shot glass down on the table. He hadn’t eaten much that day, his nutritionist would be pissed if she knew, so the liquor was hitting quicker than normal.

“You want another, chuky?”

“You know I fucking do!”

The boys had gone out to celebrate and you planned to do the same with a few slight differences. Instead of shots in a loud bar, you stopped to grab a bottle of wine before returning to put on your favorite pajamas and hooking your laptop up to the hotel TV to binge the shitty reality show you were currently all about.

Hours passed and as soon as you found the bottom of the bottle of your wine, you were ready to pass out.

“Shit,” you said to the empty hotel room, “need to brush my teeth.”

The amount of wine you’d consumed didn’t hit you until you tried to stand up.

“Fuck,” again to no one, “maybe not.”

Dropping back to the bed and laying there for a minute, you prepared yourself to make the incredibly short trip to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

“You can do it, you’re a good one! You got this!”

Launching your body from the bed, you ran to the bathroom and burst into a fit of giggles as soon as you saw your reflection in the mirror.

“Oh my god! I’m drunk!”

The booming male voice scared the shit out of you, but even in your drunken state, you realized it was Matthew.

“There’s no need to give a girl a fucking heart attack, Chuk!”

You were halfway through brushing your teeth, toothpaste running down your chin, when you exited the bathroom to see him laying spread eagle on the floor beside the bed.

“Who the fuck is Chuk?”

It was hard to understand, and despite your own inebriation, it was obvious he was too far gone.

“You, idiot.”

“Don’t call me that! You are the one that is the idiot!”

It was hard to take him seriously when he was rolling around on the floor in front of you, so it was no surprise that he got offensive when you laughed at him.

“Stop laughing! I’m important!”

“Oh yeah? To who?”

“To the Flames!”

“Who is that?”

“What?!”

He sat up immediately, rocking side to side as he began to explain, “the Flames are my team. I love those guys. We’re going to win a fucking cup!”

There was something so innocent about his drunken rant. Something so innocent and adorable that you wanted to pull his drunk ass into a big hug.

You didn’t though. You knew better. The working relationship between yourself and Matthew was hanging by a thread and the last thing you needed was some drunken bullshit making it that much harder.

“I hope you do win a cup, Matthew.”

“Matthew again,” he whined, “I thought we were past that.”

“Sorry,” you corrected as you hid the smile behind the hand over your face, “I hope you win a cup, Matt.”

“Me too. Fuck!”

He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body into his.

“I really want to win this year,” Matthew purred in your ear.

What the fuck was happening? Your body was pressed against Matthew’s hard abs and thighs and chest. You didn’t get along until literally yesterday but here he was wrapping himself around you like you had been lovers for years.

“I know, I want you to win too.”

You knew better than to lean into him. Matthew Tkachuk was someone you’d never gotten along with and were still very much on the fence about but feeling the heat of his body against yours had you questioning fucking everything.

The wine coursing through your system didn’t help.

“Can we cuddle? I just want to sleep and I want to hold someone.”

“Someone?”

It was bold and even though you were drunk you knew it.

“I want to hold you.”

“Okay.”

You fell into bed with Matthew with all the ease in the world. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you as close to him as he could.

It was drunken debauchery and nothing more.

“Holy fucking shit, my head is fucking pounding.”

“Keep it down, asshole, you’re not the only one.”

You didn’t realize you weren’t alone in bed until you felt the weight of an arm wrapped around your waist.

Holy shit. There was no way.

Slowly rolling over, you were met with the face of Matthew Tkachuk. His curls were wild and he could barely open his eyes.

“We both drank a lot. Go back to bed. Late practice today, no game.”

Being in no mood to argue, and also incredibly tired, you took his advice.

Waking up pressed into a beautiful woman wasn’t new to Matthew.

He felt incredibly sluggish and tired but she wasn’t up so he tried his best to settle back into the bed and move as little as he could.

Her body was warm and he found himself pulling her waist closer to his own and enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressed together. It wasn’t until she began to wake up that he realized who he was in bed with.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

They had agreed to be kind of friends but there was no way she would continue to honor that deal with his morning wood shoved into her back.

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Where do I begin? My partner is heading back to the United States for a while due to a family tragedy. I don’t have an exact date yet or for how long she’ll be over there for but it’s the great unknown of everything that’s “fucking me up”. When you spend so many years with someone and all of a sudden you’re faced with the prospect of being without them for a while, it’s rough. I’ve never been in this position before and thus I don’t know what to think or feel.

What I can tell you is that what I’m feeling is something akin to a maelstrom. A natural disaster of emotion and human frailty. Sometimes I think maybe it’d be easier if I just switched it all off but that’d be the easy way and I have a habit of never going down that particular path. I don’t want to go down that well-travelled road again. I’ve changed and grown. Maybe part of that growing up is no longer needing to feel nothing at all. Self-growth? Or there’s a part of me, an admittedly small part, that sees this vulnerability as some sort of devolution of the self (my self specifically).

I’m not going to speak for what my partner’s thinking or feeling as it simply isn’t my place. Whatever she decides to do, I’ll be there for her. Although there’s a part of me that wants to grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her and yell “Why!?” Without the necessary context that makes me seem like an asshole but I’m unable to provide that context so I’m just going to have to grin and bear any accusations.

It’s difficult to stay positive in this situation. It’s difficult to not look at the worse case scenarios. It’s difficult to deal with my own emotions regarding the situation let alone someone else’s. I suppose that’s just life and growing up though. Growing up is the realisation that you share the world with billions of other people with their own identities, thoughts, and feelings. Sometimes it’s hard to divorce yourself from your self though and try, even attempt, to walk a couple of feet in someone else’s shoes. Sad thing is that I have big feet and that the shoes just won’t fit.

Matthew Marcel - 10/11/21

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drive (pt. 1) - matthew tkachuk

a/n: slow burn friends to lovers is my shit and so is matthew so here we are. the name is inspired by the song drive by halsey, a classic friends to lovers anthem. i hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think!

After three months of freedom with you friends and family, the summer was finally coming to an end. To celebrate, you and your close group decided to rent a house on the lake for the weekend, clear of all parents and responsibility. When Friday morning rolled around you finished packing your bag before heading off with your two partners in crime, Matthew and Brady.

You grew up in St. Louis, quickly becoming acquainted with the Tkachuk family when your dad accepted a position within the Blues management with Keith. For as long as you could remember, they were your best friends, but especially Matthew. He was the closest in age to you and since day one you were inseparable.

There was no denying that his move to Calgary took a toll on your relationship. You texted every now and then, but it was obvious that you had two seperate lives that the other wasn’t a part of. But despite this, every summer it was like you were still those twelve year olds running around as if nothing had changed.. Except now you two got into a lot more trouble together.

Matthew was driving and you sat in the passenger seat, always forcing Brady in the back for as long as you could remember. They were bickering about Matthew’s choice of music and you started to zone out, getting lost in the scenery as you traveled further and further from the city.

The reality of summer ending was starting to hit you. You had graduated college just a few months ago, yet nothing career wise seemed to be panning out. Your parents reminded you not to worry, that you could stay with them until something came together, but it made hearing all your friends’ plans for the year that much harder. You were over the moon for them, but each time it felt like a reminder of your failure.

You were suddenly pulled out of your trance by the pest in the backseat, feeling him poke your shoulder repeatedly.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N,” Brady joked.

“Sorry,” you shook your head. “What?” you asked, turning to face the blonde.

“Can you go on aux? I can’t listen to his shit any longer.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you connected to the bluetooth in Matthew’s far too expensive car.

“Will you relax?” Matthew muttered to you. “You promised me you wouldn’t stress about anything this weekend,” he pleaded, placing his free hand just above your bare knee.

“How long have you known me? Seriously, when am I not stressing?” you retorted, raising your gaze to meet with his ice blue eyes.

“Fair enough,” he chuckled. “But just try, please.”

“You two are something,” you heard from the backseat, shifting to glare at Brady.

Just like that, Matthew’s hand slipped from it’s post on your leg, moving to turn up the music to shut up his brother.

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After finally arriving at the lake later that evening, you all decided to go out to the local bar, a classic, dingy spot that always seemed to make the best memories. You were sharing a room with your close friend Emma, right across the hall from the boys. You got ready with the other girls, opting for a simple outfit of jeans, a white top, and sneakers. The air was hot and thick as soon as you walked in, and you moved straight to get a drink.

Hours later, everyone was having a great time, letting loose for one last weekend before reality struck. You had just enough alcohol running through your veins for a fun buzz, but you weren’t too far gone yet. You and Emma were dancing, totally lost in the beat of the music when your face suddenly dropped.

There was no way.

But unfortunately your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you. Your ex-boyfriend had just walked in with his posse, catching your glance right away and sending you a sick smirk. You hadn’t seen Logan in over a year, but of course here he was the night you were finally able to relax with your friends. Your buzz seemingly disappeared instantly, and you left the girls to go sit at the booth with the guys. You slid in next to Matthew, his arm instinctually wrapping around your shoulders as he kept listening to the conversation.

It didn’t take long for him to figure out that something was off with you, he could feel the tension in your body beneath his grasp.

He lowered his head to be level with your ear, “You good?”

You didn’t want to tell him what was wrong, knowing he would have no restraint. To put it simply, Matthew never liked Logan, but especially not after what he put you through during the breakup.

You nodded, giving him a soft smile. “I just need another drink,” you deflected, slipping from under his arm to get up.

“Wait,” he grabbed your wrist, “I’ll come.”

He didn’t know what was going on, but he had a gut feeling that he shouldn’t let you go alone.

And he was right. As soon as you guys made it to the bar Matthew locked eyes with Logan.

“Y/N, is that…” he trailed off, not wanting to freak you out.

You turned to look where he was, sighing as you saw Logan standing across from you two.

“Yup, it is,” you said, letting out a nervous laugh.

Matthew’s energy shifted immediately, exactly how it does when he’s on the ice. His light eyes darkened and he visibly stood taller, glaring in Logan’s direction.

“Matthew,” you warned. “It’s fine. Just leave it alone. Please,” you begged, wrapping your hand around his bicep in hopes of calming him down. You didn’t want anyone to make a scene, and you knew that’s exactly what would happen if the two of them got any closer to each other.

Just like you thought, your touch made him snap out of his trance, looking back down at you.

“Fine, but if he comes any closer I make no promises,” he declared.

After getting your drinks the two of you stayed put, listening to Matthew ramble about the upcoming season. Logan hadn’t moved, but your back was turned to him so you couldn’t see.

But Matthew could, and he most definitely noticed that he seemed to be inching closer to you, his destination obvious.

The gears in Matthew’s mind started moving right away. He needed to get him away from you but he knew you would kill him if he made a big deal about it.

You were mid-sentence when he panicked.

“Kiss me,” he interrupted.

You were stunned, the shock evident on your face. “What-”

Before you could get another word out, Matthew was grabbing your face and bringing your lips to his. Despite being beyond startled and confused, your body took over and you melted into him. Your lips moved together like they were made for each other, his tongue working perfectly with yours. Your hands moved up his chest and circled around his neck, gently tugging his curls. One of his much bigger hands dropped to your waist, urging you to arch into him.

Matthew was so lost in the moment that he forgot why he kissed you in the first place. He just couldn’t seem to pull himself away, a fire ignited deep within him by your touch. But finally he slowed his lips, gently separating from you and lifting his eyes to scan the bar. It worked, Logan was sitting on a stool with his back facing you both. Message received, loud and clear.

You slipped your hands from his neck, quietly trying to catch your breath as Matthew leaned over your shoulder. After a few seconds he looked back down at you, a cocky, but sweet, smile on his face. It took everything within you not to stare at his lips, pink and swollen, but you quickly snapped out of it when it hit you what had just happened.

You hit his chest, making him stumble back slightly, not expecting it.

“What the hell was that?” you questioned. It wasn’t that you were angry, but now you were forced to confront your feelings for the man in front of you. You obviously weren’t blind to his looks and charm, but you had always admired them from afar, never challenging your status as friend. And you were truly at peace with that, but now that you had a taste of him you wanted more.

His face was laced with nerves, realizing he might have really crossed the line. But then again, you didn’t seem to mind.

“I’m sorry, I-, Logan looked like he was coming over and I didn’t want him to but you didn’t want me to make a scene so I thought if I kissed you he would leave you alone,” his word vomit was in full force, letting everything out in one breath. “I think it worked though.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you, I guess,” you laughed.

And just like that, Matthew was back to his usual self.

“Trust me, no problem,” he winked with his classic smirk on, grabbing your arm to guide you back to the booth.

You rolled your eyes at him, grateful that he couldn’t see your blush. Now you were just hoping that no one saw. The last thing you wanted to do was have to explain that to anyone.

Nearly an hour later you were standing outside the bathroom waiting for Emma to come out. As much as you tried to act normal with Matthew, you were struggling to say the least. Any feelings you previously had were now infinitely amplified and it made him leaving again that much harder, not that anything would happen if he wasn’t leaving.

You were scrolling through Instagram as you waited when you saw the silhouette of a big body heading towards you. You assumed it was Matthew, but you were horribly wrong, looking up to lock eyes with Logan.

“Well hello there, Y/N,” he slurred. Of course, he was beyond drunk.

“Logan, leave me alone. Please,” you pleaded, head glancing at the door wondering what was taking Emma so long.

“Relax, I just want to catch up a little.”

You didn’t respond, rather you went back on your phone, hoping he would just walk away if you ignored him.

“So, you’re finally fucking that asshole Tkachuk, huh?”

Your heart sank at his words, but the anger quickly followed.

“Excuse me?” you were genuinely stunned at how bold he was being. “Who I’m fucking is absolutely none of your business,” you hissed.

Just as you went to enter the bathroom in search of refuge from his harassment, another body joined you, but this time it was one you welcomed.

Brady headed towards you the second he caught eye of the situation, making it just in time to hear Logan’s words.

“Everything okay over here?” He challenged Logan. He pulled you into his side, his arm snaking around your shoulders. He might have been younger, but he towered over both of you.

“Who the fuck are you?” Logan asked, puffing his chest out. You rolled your eyes at his actions, not understanding how someone could be so dumb to mess with these two.

“I’m the asshole’s brother,” he calmly responded.

You had to stifle your laughter at his comment, turning to hide your face in the crook of his arm.

At that Logan gave up, storming off back into the crowd.

“Thanks, Brades,” you smiled up at him, giving his torso a squeeze before letting go and leaning against the wall.

“Of course. But I have to ask, are you fucking the asshole?” He raised his brows at you, a silent way of saying ‘don’t lie to me.’

“What? Are you crazy?” You exclaimed, trying to deflect as quickly as possible.

“Y/N,” he warned.

“No. We are not fucking. Jesus, Brady.”

“Alright, but you two need to figure your shit out,” he murmured.

Before you could give him your rebuttal the door swung open and Emma emerged.

“Hey!” You yelled, grateful for the distraction.

You grabbed her hand, walking side by side towards the door to head home. Brady trailed behind you and you knew you needed to say something to him before you were back with the group.

You turned your head back to face him, “There is no shit to figure out. Drop it,” you snapped.

He threw his hands up, acting like he was totally innocent. But even though you and Matthew were clueless, Brady knew it was only a matter of time before you two came to your senses.

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The next day was spent on the boat with the music blasting and the alcohol flowing. Despite everything within him telling him to stop, Matthew couldn’t help but stare at you in that bikini. He prayed that his sunglasses hid the way his eyes dragged over your frame every chance he got. It felt dirty to look at you like that, but last night was like a slap in the face, awakening him to how far gone he truly was for you.

The day ended with a bonfire back at the house, everyone cozying up around the pit reminiscing on another summer together. You were laughing at someone's story and once again, Matthew’s eyes betrayed him. He was in the chair next to yours, so enthralled in watching you so happy. You had been so stressed out about graduation and finding a job that you deserved a weekend of freedom.

He couldn’t help but notice how you started to shiver as the sun went down, only wearing your still-damp bikini and a pair of shorts. He moved to get up to grab you something, but you stopped him.

“Matty? Where are you going?”

His knees almost gave out at the nickname. You had called him that ever since you were kids, but everything had a new meaning now that his feelings were all he could think of.

“I’ll be right back,” he assured.

You nodded, joining back into the conversation. It was dumb, but you already missed having him there.

He was back within minutes, handing you one of his sweatshirts. You thanked him, pulling the soft material over your head, taking your time so you could hide the blush that you knew covered your cheeks. It smelled just like him, and you had a feeling that he wasn’t going to be getting it back anytime soon. His gaze lingered over his name and number on your shoulder, noting how good they looked on you.

As it got later and later, people started going up to their rooms, eventually leaving just you and Matthew alone.

“Come here,” he quietly gestured towards himself.

“I’m right here,” you laughed.

“And you’re also freezing. So come here,” he repeated.

You couldn’t deny that you were still cold, your bare legs not helping much. You slowly stood up, walking to his chair. He moved his arms from his lap so you could sit down, your body resting across his thighs. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you already felt yourself warm up from the heat he was radiating.

You sat in a comfortable silence for a while, your head lying on his shoulder as you both watched the fire die out.

“You’re gonna think I’m crazy, but hear me out,” he mumbled, finally breaking the silence.

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, “What are you up to now?”

“Come to Calgary with me.”

part two here

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thebluenoteblog · 5 years

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Who I Am With You

Summary: You visit the Tkachuk’s for the first time and they are a bit surprised by Matthew’s new attitude.

Player: Matthew Tkachuk

Word Count: 2k

Requested: visitning Matty Tkachuk and his family and Matty being super soft and Keith and Chantal have to do a double take because he's being so sweet and puppy like

“Don’t be so nervous, babe.” Matthew said, wrapping his free arm arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Everything will be fine. They’ll love you.”

You frowned up at him then quickly looked back ahead of you to avoid running into anyone in the crowded airport. “I don’t know if I believe that,” you said. “I’m not a very loveable person.”

“That is such a lie and you know it,” he rolled his eyes at you and squeeze you against his side, you stumbled, and he steadied you then chuckled like he hadn’t been the reason that you’d almost fallen in the first place. “Besides, you’ve met Brady once and he thinks you’re great.”

“I’m still not too sure about this…” you said, trailing off as Matthew’s parents and sister came into view in the crowd of people waiting for passengers to exit the gates. “Show time.”

He snorted, “You’re ridiculous. If I had to handle meeting your family who thought I was a massive dick before they even knew me, then you can handle meeting my family who has only heard amazing things about you.”

“You don’t know what Brady has told them,” you said, pausing and looking up at him with wide eyes.

He looked down at you and for the first time realized that you were legitimately scared. He set the suitcase he was rolling up on its wheels and turned to face you. He put a hand under your chin and tilted your face up toward his. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, nothing indecent, nothing that would make anyone stop and stare. It was comforting. It was sweet. He pulled away and stroked his thumb over your cheek, “I promise, everything will be okay.”

You smiled up at him and nodded, “Okay.”

He returned your smile and your nod and said, “Good, are you ready now?”

You intertwined your fingers with his and then said, “Now I am.”

He laughed and brought your hand to his lips before dropping it back between you. He grabbed the suitcase and started toward his family.

“Welcome home, Matthew!” Chantel exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him as soon as he was close enough for her to reach. You attempted to let go of his hand, so he had two arms to hug her back with, but he held onto you.

“Hi, mom.” He said, giving her a one-armed hug.

Chantel turned to you and said, “You must be (Y/N),” she was smiling, and you could tell that you were about to get a hug too. You were right. You gave her the same one-armed hug that Matthew had a moment before.

“That would be me,” you said as she pulled back. “It’s so nice to finally meet you guys.”

“I’m still amazed that he finally brought a girl home,” Taryn said, “I was beginning to think that it would never happen.”

Chantel hushed her, “Leave your brother alone.”

Taryn’s eyes widened, “Leave Matthew alone? He has a girl here and now he’s off limits? I need to try that.”

Keith laughed and rubbed his eyebrow, “Oh god, it’s already starting.”

Matthew held up your joined hands, “I’m innocent.”

Keith looked at him and opened his mouth to say something, then paused, thought about it and said, “You know what, I think that is the first time in your entire life that you’ve ever said that, and it wasn’t a lie.”

“Thank you?” Matthew asked, dropping your hands.

Keith shook his head, still looking a little confused and held out a hand for you to shake. You took it and he said, “It’s nice to meet you too. I’ll apologize in advance for the chaos.”

You laughed, “I’m second youngest of five. I’m used to chaos.”

Keith nodded, but there was something in the look on his face that made you think you might be in for a little more than you’d bargained for over the next two weeks. “We should get going. Brady’s waiting back at the house.”

“When did he get in?” Matthew asked, grabbing his bag and you moved to grab yours, but Keith got to it before you and was wheeling it ahead of you.

“Earlier this morning,” Chantel responded, “He didn’t want to go out again after just getting off a plane or he would have been here to meet you.”

“Better to save the big family reunion for at home anyway,” Keith said, “Don’t need anyone to get cross checked in an airport.”

Matthew rolled his eyes, “It was one time.”

Chantel sighed behind you and Taryn laughed, “I thought it was funny. I was hoping for a fight.”

“Taryn,” Chantel chastised, “don’t encourage that.”

“Why do you want us to fight?” Matthew asked her, “You grew up watching us beat each other up.”

“No,” She said, “I grew up watching you beat up Brady. Now Brady is big enough to beat you up.”

Matthew looked over his shoulder and frowned at her, “Jerk.”

Keith was laughing quietly at the front of the group and Chantel was rolling her eyes. Matthew turned back around, and his eyes landed on you beside him. He brought the back of your hand to his lips again and then dropped them between you just as he had before.

You could feel two sets of eyes on your back but thought nothing of it, assuming that they were just happy to have Matthew home and taking in the girl that he had brought with him.

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“Matthew tells us that you’re a social worker?” Chantel asked while gathering roasted potatoes on her fork.

You nodded, “Yeah, I graduated last semester. I’m really enjoying it.”

“It must be a hard job,” she said.

You nodded again, “It isn’t easy, but I’ve wanted to do it most of my life, so I can’t complain.”

Matthew looked over at you, “She’s amazing at what she does too,” he said.

Brady and Taryn gave each other strange looks over the table which you caught but didn’t pay much attention to. Keith looked at Matthew and leaned forward, his elbows on the table and asked, “Matthew, what do you think of Brady’s new haircut?”

Matthew didn’t even look at Brady, he had an arm across the back of your chair and he was sitting at an angle in his seat, his knee touching yours under the table. He never looked up from his plate. “It’s cool.”

Keith stared blankly at his oldest son, then his eyes drifted between the two of you. He leaned back in his seat and piled potatoes onto his fork. “Interesting,” was all he said.

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You were curled into Matthew’s side, his arm holding you close to him and he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “See, they love you almost as much as I do. You had nothing to be worried about.”

You looked up at him and smiled as Brady plopped onto the couch beside you with an exaggerated sigh and kicked his feet up on the ottoman. “What movie are we watching?” he asked.

Matthew shrugged, “Ask (Y/N), she picked it out. I have no idea what I’m watching right now.”

Brady turned slowly to face him, “You let someone else pick a movie?”

“Yeah, what’s the big deal?”

Brady just laughed and turned toward the TV shaking his head, “I don’t even know man. I don’t even know.”

You looked between the two brothers, but Matthew didn’t seem too concerned about it, he had a hand in your hair and an arm tossed across your lap and he had his eyes fixed back on the screen as though Brady had never said a thing.

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You pulled back the covers and sat down on the bed, watching as Matthew hung up the last shirt from your suitcases in the closet. Finally, you couldn’t take the curiosity anymore. You sighed and asked, “Why does your whole family keep giving us the side eye?”

This time it was his turn to side eye you. “What are you talking about, babe?”

“All day. It seems like every time you say something everyone looks at you like you’ve lost your mind,” you said as you pulled your leg underneath you.

He paused, hand still on the hanger. He turned to look over his shoulder at you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You shook your head and pulled the sheets over your legs, “Never mind. It was a stupid question.”

Matthew closed the closet door, walked across the room, and crawled into bed beside you. He pulled his side of the sheets over the lower half of his body and wrapped his arms around you, “None of your questions are stupid, baby.”

You curled up into his chest and closed your eyes, attempting to forget about the odd looks and Matthews avoidance of your questions.

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Matthew always woke up before you, and this morning he could smell his mother cooking breakfast downstairs, so he wasted no time in pressing a kiss to your forehead and crawling out of bed, pulling on a shirt then heading down the stairs to hopefully steal some bacon off the plate.

The second he walked into the kitchen, four sets of eyes focused on him. He raised an eyebrow at them, “Morning,” he stretched the word, overexaggerating every syllable.

“Morning lover boy,” Brady said just lowly enough that their mother wouldn’t hear from across the kitchen where she was standing at the stove.

Matthew narrowed his eyes at his brother, “At least I can land a girl, asshole.”

Taryn snorted from across the table, “The spell only works when she’s around. We have to keep her.”

Keith was leaning back in his chair, coffee mug in his hand, “It’s weird. I don’t know how I feel about it.”

“What are you talking about?” Matthew asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

“You,” Taryn waved a hand at him, “not being an asshole for the first time in your life.”

Matthew blinked at her a few times, shocked by her words. “I take pride in being an asshole, thank you.”

“But you weren’t a dick all day yesterday,” Brady said, but he forgot to keep his voice down and Chantel heard him.

She glanced up from the bacon she was frying and narrowed her eyes at him, “Language.”

“Sorry, mom,” Brady said. “You weren’t a jerk all day yesterday,” he amended.

Matthew thought back through the day. He couldn’t think of one moment where he had said or done anything rude or crude. He didn’t even have to think about why. He knew the answer already. It was the same reason that he hadn’t answered you when you had asked him why his family was giving him weird looks even though he’d had a pretty good idea.

You were so good. You helped kids for a living and you loved spending time with them. You loved feeling like you were making a difference in the world. You were so strong. You were so beautiful. You were so much better than him.

He hit people for a living. Not really. He played hockey, and he played it well, but sometimes it felt like that’s all that people knew him for. He was terrified that if you ever saw the pesky, snarky, asshole side of him off the ice, that’s all that you would see to.

But there was more to him.

You were the first person to ever see more than that.

“No,” Matthew said, shrugging his shoulders as he headed over to the island to grab a piece of bacon, effectively ending the conversation, “I guess I wasn’t.”

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sycamoretrees · 3 years

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for the hockey dudes boning: Giroux and Crosby, draisaitl and mtkachuck, frederik andersen and connor brown. all together or as pairs ;3

anon the scope of your ambition is inspirational, unforch I know next to nothing about andersen and brown but the other two I can do!!

giroux and crosby: these two hatef*cking is well-worn territory (not a complaint), so let's say. '22 Winter Olympics (I've just found out G has never competed??? He probably wouldn't go to the next one either, anyway, details), Sid and G warming down after an early round win (gotta take that stuff seriously at their age yknow, no one's 23 forever), trading league gossip, Sid starts in on an anecdote 'yeah you remember what Luongo was like in Sochi, when he -' G cuts him off emphatically 'nope' really sounding out the plosive, huffs a laugh so Sid knows he isn't too upset about it. 'shit sorry man, forgot it was your first time'

G: ah fuck off, makes it sound like I'm a virgin

Sid keeps making jokes until G does actually start getting kinda frustrated, 'is this a thing for you?'

Spoiler alert: it is, they roleplay G being a virgin, maybe even a rookie, maybe with a bit of a hero worship crush on Sid, Sid being the Big Deal Captain who's the first guy to have rookie!Giroux choke on his dick, who gets crazy hot for G white-knuckling the sheets and gasping about how big he is, etc.

Sid's maybe kind of embarrassed after, G even worse off (like yeah they'd been pretending but he'd still begged for it, he'd still made those noises, he'd still -), but they get up the next day and play the next game and it's fine, and when Canada wins gold and they're doing some Q+A thing wearing these huge medals around their necks, and a reporter says 'this question's for Claude, you never been to the Olympics before, right?' G glances at Sid, smirking, before answering 'yeah well there's a first time for everything' and Sid spends the rest of the presser desperately trying not to laugh

Mtkachuk and Draisaitl: so part of my weirdly over-developed mtkachuk headcanon is he's self-conscious about his body for some reason, and this came up in a chat recently so i’m just gonna borrow my thoughts because maybe if i put it out into the universe someone will write it (under a cut because long)(ETA: THIS EVOLVED so warning for dubcon, general filth, bad language etc):

objectively there is nothing [about his body for him to be self conscious about] but What If it was: tits

I would enjoy a fic that explored that maybe. Maybe the other guy is nice about it.... But maybe............... They Are Not

the existing RL dynamic where Leon HATES him and Matthew is just like. Enjoys someone paying attention to him and is kind of amused at Leon’s depth of feeling and maybe also a bit turned on about it. And then Leon stumbles across the knowledge that he’s self-conscious about his body somehow and in his angry insults further stumbles upon the precise focus of said self-consciousness

Are they already fucking when Leon finds this out or does he find out and THEN they hook up, idk

If it's the latter it's because Leon says something about it (blindly) and it's the one thing that makes Matthew fucking SNAP

Like he's been blithely volleying Leon's insults while they circle each other on the ice, maybe doing that dumb upright wrestling thing that players do when they aren't ready to commit, looking like he's laughing at Leon all the while which drives Leon MAD and he's so DISGUSTED at himself for giving a shit about this ASSHOLE, and then Leon spits out something about fuck idk 'can see why you'd want to keep that covered up man, got the same tits as my 10th grade girlfriend' and Matthew LUNGES, not even just for the show of it like he usually fights but really trying to HURT Leon, but so frantic with it that he can't get anything to land

Oh actually they're not on the ice for this because I need Leon to realise that while matthew is indeed genuinely irate he is also FULLY boned up

And Leon is DELIGHTED to finally have something on matthew, to finally have the upper hand. like for once he gets to feel like he's not the one embarrassing himself by being too invested. And as soon as matt realises Leon's noticed - maybe as soon as MATTHEW notices - he scrambles away mortified and sprints the fuck out of dodge

And like Leon would LOVE to take the chance to feel superior, like maybe now he's come out on top for once he can get on with the rest of his life without feeling like he's got a score to settle with some mouthy smirking asshole with shitty hair who plays on a team that doesn't even MATTER, like, Leon WON. Now he can MOVE ON. except he can't stop fucking thinking about it, the hot flush on matt's cheeks, the raw fury making matthew's fingers bite into Leon's flesh and how maybe just for a second, just at the end there, it looked like maybe matthew was gonna cry about it

Anyway blah blah the next time they play each other and Leon tracks Matthew down in the [arena stadium idk] and Matthew tries to brush him off, none of the gleeful chirping he'd normally unleash upon seeing Leon out in the wild, but Leon doesn't let him, pushes and pushes and gets up in his space

Until Matthew shoves at him, drops his water bottle and his keys and his two fucking cellphones (one's for 'business') and gets Leon right in the solar plexus, and it hurts, enough that it makes Leon dizzy for a second and when he blinks back into clarity he's got Matthew against the wall, one of Matthew's arms twisted between them, the other hot in Leon's hand, his pulse so rabbit-fast it feels like humming

They're the same size pretty much, but Matthew's scattered, eyes darting all over, trying to pull free in every direction at once, and Leon's focused. Can channel all his energy towards Matthew, into him, keeping him here

Leon shifts even closer, leans more of his weight, yanks at Matthew's wrist where he was trying to twist it away

'you're gonna let me see them,' he says, face tucked in tight to Matthew's neck. Heat's coming off him like asphalt, humid and syrupy

'the fuck're you talking about,' Matthew grits, still twisting under him, and honestly Leon doesn't know, didn't know he was going to say that until he did, but it's there now, and the certainty of it keeps him in place like a lead weight, like a cliff face Matthew's throwing himself against

'you're gonna show me,' Leon says, 'your pretty fuckin' tits, gonna let me see'

'what - what -' Matthew's chest spasms under Leon like he's laughing, but the sound doesn't come out right, just this tight wet noise from the back of his throat

'yeah,' Leon says, letting his voice loose against the hot skin at Matthew's jaw, 'yeah, get you naked, spread out for me, let me get my hands on them'

Leon's blood never settled from the fight and it's pounding in his ears, thump-thump-thump like the bassline at a club, driving bodies forward, pushing them higher. His hands are sweat damp now but it doesn't matter, Matthew isn't fighting any more, not really, not like he's trying to get away. Squirming under Leon like - like -

'hardly got enough for each hand, huh, but you're gonna let me anyway,' and Matthew jerks so hard under Leon it takes the wind out of him for a second, so he doubles down, puts all his weight into holding matthew against the wall, all his limbs pinned. 'you want me to, right? Want me to look at you, it's all you ever fucking want, can't get enough of it'

If he'd been thinking he'd have braced then, because surely Matthew isn't going to let him keep saying this shit, but Matthew’s shuddering, this rumble that travels over into Leon’s body, and if Leon’s out of breath it’s nothing compared to Matthew, panting rough and raw

'you gonna jerk me off while I feel you up, huh matty? Get your hand on my dick, let me - fuck, let me come on you, come all over your pretty little tits'

Matthew sobs, wet, Leon can feel the tears smearing against his cheek, but he's riding Leon's thigh now, grinding against it like a girl really would. Leon slaps his hand over Matthew's mouth, ignoring the shocked little noise Matthew makes at that because he's being so loud

'would you get yourself off like that, with my come all over you? You think everyone would know, they'd smell it on you, how much you liked it, how much you wanted it -'

Matthew jerks against him, once, twice, the noise he makes muffled against Leon's palm, thank god, because it sounded like - it sounded like what it was. He lets his head fall back against the wall finally, and - and he’s a fucking wreck, bright red all the way up to his hairline, the faintest outline of where Leon's hand had been pressing into his skin just fading away.

'fuck, fuck, fuck,' matthew's repeating under his breath, eyes squeezed shut still. He hasn't looked at Leon.

Leon's so hard his balls hurt, and the hand he was holding over Matthew’s mouth is floating awkwardly near his shoulder, damp from Matthew’s tears, from his sweat. He has a powerful urge to move it back, slip his thumb into Matthew’s mouth, make him lick the salt off, but he - it doesn’t feel like he can, now

Matthew blinks open. His eyes are red, and Leon can see his tongue in his open mouth, wet and shiny everywhere.

‘you’re fucked up,’ Matthew says, hoarse. Leon nods, slowly, warily, because. Well, yeah. ‘you’re not gonna...’

He trails off, and Leon isn’t sure - not gonna tell anyone? is that what he was going to say? Leon isn’t, jesus fucking christ is Leon not telling anyone about this, where would he even start - and then Matthew swallows, throat clicking loud in the silence, and when Leon looks at him he lets his eyes trail down, down, past Leon’s face and his torso and... oh, ok. yeah. Leon lowers his hand, slowly, thumb catching on his waistband, still watching Matthew’s eyeline.

‘D’you want me to?’ Leon says, his fingers just edging under. Matthew doesn’t say anything, and then he shrugs, barely. Leon’s not even touching him any more. ‘Yeah. Yeah, you do.’

#UM #UMMMMM #HERE YOU FUCKING GO I GUESS #???????????#PLS HEED THE WARNINGS lmk if you want anything clarified #hockey #(fuck me this better not show up in the tag)#writing #tagging belatedly for organisational purposes #sidney crosby #claude giroux #matthew tkachuk #leon draisaitl #st.post

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tensonline · 4 years

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busy busy boy

based off of the “wayv as male thot jobs post”

this is footlocker employee!xuxi and coworker o/c

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You were tired.

Your feet are aching from standing for almost the entirety of your shift. For the past six hours, you’ve had to deal with greasy teenage boys looking for the latest Nike shoe, helicopter parents wanting to make sure their kid had the best fit and angry customers trying to make a return without their receipt. Working at Foot Locker was exhausting.

“Hey _____, do you want to take your fifteen? I can cover you for right now,” your coworker, Seulgi, said.

“Oh my god yes please,” you said. Bless Seulgi’s heart, you thought. Your patience was starting to diminish by the hour. It was already five hours into your shift and you still hadn’t eaten lunch nor did you get enough sleep last night. College was a bitch and so was that Sensation and Perception class.

“Go ahead and go, I got you,” Seulgi replied.

“Do you want anything from Starbucks?,” you asked, “I gotchu so don’t worry about it.”

“Just an iced americano, please,” she said, “I’ll Venmo you the money when you come back.”

“Don’t worry babe. I’m pretty sure Ten is working right now anyway,” you said. Your childhood best friend and roommate had left earlier than you in his Starbucks uniform, but he mentioned covering a coworker’s shift.

Seulgi laughed, “Got it. By the way, give him my number, yeah?” Seulgi threw a wink at you as you gagged. “Fine, fine. I’ll be back with our drinks. Good luck with the white mom over there by the Air Jordans. She’s been trying to get us to give her an employee discount.”

Seulgi rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath as you walked away. You laughed at her reaction and hoped for her sake that the mom wouldn’t try to mess with her. Seulgi was incredibly intimidating when she wanted to be.

Working at the mall wasn’t as bad as you originally thought it would be. Since most of the workers were college students from either your school or the nearby universities, you enjoyed talking to your coworkers. They made your shifts bearable and entertaining.

It also helped that your childhood best friend worked at the Starbucks in the very same mall. You and Ten had grown up together and formed a friendship in middle school. Both of you stuck by each other in high school, applied to nearly the same schools, and decided to enroll in the same university. It was known that wherever Ten went, so did you. You two were inseparable.

As you rounded the corner, you saw Ten at the counter laughing at what someone was saying. Of course, he’s flirting on the job. Well, you mused, at least this one has a nice back. And he’s tall.

Wait.

He’s wearing a black and white short sleeve shirt.

You would know that hideous uniform anywhere, especially since you were wearing the exact same one.

Ten was talking to Huang Xuxi.

Huang Xuxi was one of the golden boys of your university. Captain of the soccer team, charming, incredibly handsome, and tall. (You’re pretty sure he’s around six feet. God.) Xuxi was known for just how talented he was on the field and for just how good he was in bed.

Granted, he wasn’t that much of an asshole. He never strung more than one girl along. He made sure every person he hooked up with knew that there was nothing more attached to it and if they did not want that, they were free to walk away and pretend nothing had ever happened. No hard feelings. Because of his transparency with partners and tight lips, no one ever had anything bad to say about him.

In fact, it was the girls he hooked up with instead that opened their mouth and bragged about having sex with him. They talked about how he always made sure they came first, how good he was with his mouth (in more ways than one), and his hands.

His gigantic fucking hands that could singlehandedly hold one iPad.

(You’ve witnessed it before and fuck was that one of the weirdest things that have turned you on).

Ten was still smiling and laughing at whatever Xuxi had said to him when he glanced up and noticed you. His face immediately changed into a mischievous smirk and when glanced at Xuxi and back to you. Ten knew how hot you found Xuxi and how much of a work crush you refused to admit you had.

That bitch, you thought. Ten better not say any dumb shit or I’m kicking his ass when we’re at home.

“Hey _____,” Ten said smugly, “What are you doing here?”

You were so gonna kick his ass.

“Hi Ten, can you make me an iced chai with soy and an iced americano? I have to bring it back to Seulgi before my break ends,” you said with a strained smile. You refused to have him and Xuxi in the same room for a long time. It would only end with Ten embarrassing you.

“Sure, let me just go get more stuff from storage,” he said while grinning.

You were glaring at Ten’s back as he walked away when Xuxi finally spoke.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You hated how flustered you felt when he called you that.

You took a deep breath and put a sultry smile on, dialing up the charm. You turned around to see Xuxi smiling down at you with a fond look in his eyes. You felt your ears getting read and cursed yourself mentally.

Get a grip bitch, he can’t know how much you want to swallow his dick.

“Hey Xuxi,” you said with your best flirty voice, “Are you gonna start your shift soon?”

“Yeah, I clock in soon, like around twenty minutes or so. Are you gonna be working with me for a bit, baby?” he replied with a gentle smile.

You hated how easily he could call you pet names and hated even more how much it affected you, but you would never outwardly show it. Even if you did want to fuck him.

“Yeah, I got three more hours to go. I haven’t taken my lunch yet though since I’m trying to leave early.”

“Oh?,” Xuxi perked up “You wanna get lunch with me then?”

Fuck. He was so fucking cute. And that was worse than sexy.

“I’m sorry babe, but I promised Jennie I would eat with her after she finished her shift. We’re supposed to be going over to Jisoo’s after work,” you apologized. You didn’t even notice the pet name you just gave him but he did. While he perked up and looked at you with a gleam in his eye, you mulled over how you had already made plans in advance to meet up with your other best friends.

“Ah, it’s okay. Some other time, yeah?”

“Of course. Besides, I’ll ask the manager if she’ll let us work on the floor that way you can tell me all about your game last night?” you said. Your words ended off with a question. God, you regretted saying that as soon it came out. You didn’t want to be that annoying bitch who just kept fawning over him and never letting him breathe. Xuxi brightened up. “Yes! God, I hate being on the floor with Matthew. He won’t stop talking to me about his latest gym session and the new protein he’s trying out. You know yesterday he texted me telling me I need to work on my tits? Not chest or pecs, tits.”

You busted out laughing. Your coworker, Matthew, who usually went by BM, was such a gym bro.

As you and Xuxi kept talking about your coworkers' antics and updated him on what has happened today, Ten had already come out and started working on the drinks. He noticed how Xuxi and you had moved away from the counter to stand by the windows. He didn’t even think you noticed the change or how Xuxi looked at you.

Yes, Xuxi was a huge manwhore and had a body count that could rival the number of goals the soccer team scored last season. Yes, he was known to not date or keep a girl for longer than two weeks. But Xuxi looked at you like he was endeared. Like he was intrigued. He and Ten had quite a few mutual friends, so Ten is no stranger to seeing Xuxi flirt. With you though, it was different.

Xuxi looked like he wanted to ravish you and hold your hand. He looked at you as if he was hooked on your every word, and he was.

Ten smiled to himself.

“_____, your drinks are ready!” He yelled out.

You startled and turned when Ten called your name. You had nearly forgotten you were on your very short fifteen-minute break and had to get to work before your manager fired you. Talking to Xuxi just made you tune out everything else.

“Let’s go back to work together, I’ll just sit in the back while waiting,” Xuxi whispered to you. Turning back around, you startled when you realized just how close his face was to yours. Just What the fuck. How did he get so close? Why does he smell so good? How is his skin so clear?

This isn’t fair, you dejectedly thought. Xuxi had no visible pores at all while you were wearing the e.l.f primer and translucent powder to make sure your skin doesn’t look cakey.

The fuck, must be nice being born with naturally good skin. It saves you money AND time.

“Okay,” you mumbled. You glanced down at his lips and….. Wow. Are they naturally that big? Did he get fillers? What other body parts were big besides his lips, hands, and di---

“_____?”

“Yes!,” you jumped. You made the mistake to make eye contact with Xuxi while he smirked as if he knew that you were gawking at him.

“Let’s go back to work, okay babe?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Sure,” you said dazedly.

“Hey _____, hurry the fuck up and come here,” Ten said.

You walked up to him and Ten yanked you so hard that you basically had half your body on the other side of the counter.

“Get it together bitch,” Ten whispered. “You did not waste some of your primer and the jeans that make your ass look good just to make an ass out of yourself. Stop being ditzy and starting flirting, you slut. I know you want to suck his dick. Plus, you need to get out of this dry spell you’re in. That belt you have on is basically a chastity one. Especially since it's from Ross.”

You gasped. “First of all, fuck you, you classist bitch. Second of all, I am not in a dry spell. We’re just not all massive hoes like you.”

“Yeah well, I’m a bisexual. And a dancer. And one that lives in Los Angeles. Everyone knows we’re the biggest sluts there is. And don’t change the subject. The last time you got laid was at that frat party which was last fucking month. You hooked up with Mingyu, remember?”

“Yeah,” you sighed dreamily. Mingyu was in your top five best lays ever. You knew that football player strength would have come in handy. “God, he was so good. He was huge AND had the strength to throw me around. You know I love men that can carry me.”

“Yes, I do, unfortunately. I also know that so can Xuxi over there. But guess what? He won’t unless you just keep staring at his blowjob lips and acting like some shy virgin. Now go, I want you to bring out the hoe side of _____ and have him so wrapped around your finger that he daydreams about you when WAP comes on,” Ten hissed as he practically shoved you away.

As annoying as your roommate may be, he was right. You wanted that dick. And you were going to get it.

You took a deep breath, fixed your posture, and straightened out your shoulders. Grabbing the drink carrier from Ten, he quickly fixed your hair and whispered “That’s it. That’s the hot _____ I know. Go make me proud.”

You walked back to where Xuxi was leaning by the door. “Ready?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said. Xuxi locked his phone and put it in his pocket. When he lifted up his, you gave him your best sultry smile.

“Let’s go then,” you said, with a suggestive tone.

Xuxi smirked as he opened the door for you. He had a sinking feeling that whatever you and Ten were having a whispering match about, would end with him in trouble.

But he wouldn’t mind at all, especially with your ass looking that good in those pair of jeans and smelling so damn good.

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