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bellaxgiornata · 9 months

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Falling For the Devil [Part eighty-seven: "The Week of Distractions"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Matt spend your first week living together and quickly find out just how distracting you both are to each other.

Or Lots of sex ensues.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 17.9k (yes, you read that right)

a/n: This installment is just smut. Lots of it. I'll mention there's Dom/Sub undertones, rough sex, and face-fucking in this installment (let me know if anything else might need to be noted). We do not get the full smut scenes because it's a smut montage and this would've gotten even more out of hand in length. I'd also like to thank @theetherealbloom for Monday's scene inspired by an ask! There is alternating POVs but I messed up and the last two are Reader (I was too tired to rewrite it at that point) and we get ALL the sides of Matt in here plus Spicy Reader. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Tag List: @ninacotte @mattkinsella @stilldreaming666 @murdocksclient @madscamp02 @1988-fiend @lina-mar @pinkratts @schneeflocky @acharliecoxedfan @yarrystyleeza @theetherealbloom @danzer8705 @lionalsowrites @harperdoodle

Saturday

Matt’s fingers ran over the braille reader as he sat at the kitchen table, rereading a file on his laptop. Foggy had emailed him a handful of files yesterday morning before they’d left the office early to help you unpack and move into his place. Matt hadn't planned on looking at them over the weekend, he didn't think he’d have a chance to work on them until he was back in the office on Monday, but you’d been exhausted all morning today so Matt had suggested you take a nap after lunch. Which was what you were currently doing on the leather sofa nearby, his blanket draped over you.

You’d fallen asleep probably fifteen minutes ago now and Matt had quickly become very absorbed in the case he was working on. It had truthfully been frustrating him, though. There were a few particular details that he couldn’t seem to make sense of no matter how hard he tried. He’d read them over and over, running a hand through his hair in frustration and quietly cursing to himself. He was about ready to pull up his email and send a message to Foggy when he heard you make a soft noise from over on the couch.

Matt’s hand hesitated on the braille reader, his ears perking up before his head turned in your direction. He hadn’t been paying much attention to your sleeping form over on the couch while he had been working, knowing how tired you’d been since it had taken you so long to finally relax and fall asleep last night. Though after his talk with you in the kitchen around three in the morning, he’d noticed your nerves had leveled back out to their usual state and stayed there. Which he assumed meant you’d finally calmed and were beginning to adjust to living together now.

But as he focused on you just to his left, he was almost instantly hit with the scent of your arousal in the air. Matt felt his cock twitch in his sweatpants in response. How had he not noticed it earlier? Admittedly it was very faint, likely because you’d only recently become turned on by whatever it was you were dreaming about–something Matt was rapidly becoming curious about.

As he tuned in closer to your body, he noticed your pulse was a little faster than usual when you were asleep. Even your breathing was hitching ever so slightly, something his ears were easily able to pick up on when he focused. No doubt you were dreaming about something sexual. That thought had Matt’s mind quickly shifting away from his work, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips.

It had been a few days since you’d both had sex–since Wednesday morning, to be exact. Right before he’d had to leave your place for work and you’d had to get ready for work yourself. Though Tuesday night had certainly been something at your place, but it had been the only time this week you and Matt had had sex. He’d been craving it–craving that connection with you again–which was probably why he’d been so overzealous Tuesday night and Wednesday morning, but he’d known you’d been stressed and busy this week with the move and hadn’t bothered to bring up sex since.

Matt’s eyes snapped shut the moment you made another noise. It was a soft hum that vibrated in the back of your throat, something that sounded like a muffled moan. Jaw clenched, Matt turned away from you in his chair and tried to focus back on his braille reader. It didn’t feel right that he was sitting here listening to you like this while you weren’t even awake.

For a few minutes he tried hard to ignore the growing scent of your arousal, but it was no longer just lightly wafting towards him. No, now the scent of it was beginning to hang heavy in the air around him. Not only that, but he’d heard the gentle rustle of fabric as your thighs involuntarily squirmed together in your sleep, which was clearly only further increasing Matt’s favorite smell through the apartment.

Hanging his head in his hands as he slumped over the kitchen table, he became achingly aware that he was already half hard. Would it be so wrong if he disappeared into the bedroom for a few minutes? Took care of himself while you were asleep? Would jerking off to the scent of you in the air really be that wrong?

Before he could come to a conclusion, he’d heard you lightly moan again. Except this time it was followed by the softest, pleasure-filled utterance of his name in your sleep. Matt’s eyes once again snapped shut before he pressed the heels of his palms against them.

This was sheer torture. Was it always going to be like this with you here now? With your arousal often coating the air around him, wonderfully suffocating him? He wasn’t sure he would survive that, not without constantly needing to fulfil the urge to either fuck you or bury his face in your cunt.

It didn’t help that he heard you calling his name again, the scent of you strong in his nose. With the heels of his hands still pressed against his closed eyes, his lips parted. Matt let the faint taste of you roll onto his tongue, a quiet whimper falling out of him as he heard you say his name again. His hips shifted on the chair, an uncomfortable feeling tightening in his gut. He needed to do something about his growing erection, there was no other option. But as he removed his face from his hands, he startled when he felt something touch his shoulder.

“Shit, sorry Matt!” you said, immediately withdrawing what was apparently your hand on him. “I was trying to get your attention for the past minute. You weren’t answering and you looked like you were in pain and I–”

He had turned towards you in the chair, hearing the way your words had cut off and your pulse had sped up when he did. No doubt you’d immediately noticed the tent of his sweatpants. Seconds later he heard you curse as you most likely pieced together why he was in his current state. And then immediately after that he swore he caught the spike in adrenaline in conjunction with the increase in that particular scent.

“Oh, I–I didn’t realize…” you trailed off.

Matt shot you a sheepish smile. “I guess this is something I didn’t exactly think about, either. Having you here all the time means you’re going to, well, become aroused at times and…that tends to have an effect on me. Obviously.”

Matt heard the way you were shifting back and forth on your feet in front of him, your lip slipping between your teeth. He wished it was his teeth gnawing on the soft flesh instead of yours–and that thought didn’t help his current situation.

“Do you…need to keep working?” you asked him carefully.

A slow smile slid across Matt’s mouth before he turned even further towards you in the chair. “No,” he answered huskily. “I don’t need to work at all, actually. I was just keeping busy while you napped. Why, do you care to share what you were dreaming about?”

“Well,” you began, gradually lowering down to your knees before him, “I can show you what it was about, if you’d like?”

“Mmm,” Matt hummed out, enjoying the flirtatiousness in your tone as your hands landed on his thighs. “I would definitely like that.”

He felt your hands sensually slide up his thighs, the warmth of them lingering behind on his skin beneath his sweatpants and causing Matt’s cock to further strain against its confines uncomfortably. Your fingers curled around the waistband of both his sweatpants and boxers before gradually pulling them just halfway down his thighs. His hard cock sprang forth immediately, a faint sigh of relief falling out of him.

As your hands landed back on his now bare upper thighs, your fingers running through the hair along his legs, Matt’s ears picked up on the excited noise that you emitted ever so softly. It was so quiet he was sure you hadn’t even realized you had made it. Your breathing had picked up, too, coming in faster and heavier. His own heart accelerated in his chest at the sound of your tongue gliding along your lips hungrily as one of your hands made its way towards his cock.

You were becoming even more increasingly aroused now because you wanted to suck his cock–you were eager for it. Your body was practically screaming that at Matt. And that in itself was only further exciting him.

Your warm, soft hand gripped the base of him and Matt’s eyelids slowly fluttered closed at the contact. You had gripped him with the slightest of pressure and it had him desperate for more. He could tell how close your mouth had lowered to him, the heat of your breath falling over the sensitive skin of his cock with each exhale that passed between your plush lips. A moment later he felt the warm drip of your saliva land on the tip of him. Matt fought the urge to buck up into your hand as he impatiently waited for more, already longing to feel any part of you.

Fortunately you didn't keep him waiting much longer, either. Your hand slid up the length of him, coating his cock in your saliva with a few pumps of your fist around him. Then he felt your warm tongue lightly swipe over the head of his cock, swirling a few times around it. Behind his closed lids, Matt's eyes momentarily rolled back. His lips parted once again, the taste of your arousal still thick in the air as it landed along his tongue. He was practically salivating at the tangy sweetness of it.

"This is what you were dreaming about, sweetheart?" Matt breathed out, enjoying the feel of your tongue gradually licking up the length of him. "My cock in your mouth? That's what you wanted?"

Your mouth sucked the tip of him straight inside before you hummed out an affirmative noise to his question. The vibration from your mouth shot straight up through the length of him, a burst of pleasure racing through Matt’s entire body. He groaned low in response, the noise a deep rumble in his chest.

You had become exceptionally good at giving him head–honestly you'd become amazing at everything with him in the bedroom. Gradually he'd noticed that you had learned how to use his heightened senses to make him feel unbelievably good instead of accidentally overstimulating him. No one he'd ever been with before had been that perceptive of his body. No one had ever been so goddamn enjoyable to be with. But you were like this every damn time with him.

You sucked him further into your mouth, eager to take more of him already. Matt practically growled in response–you were unexpectedly enthusiastic this afternoon. His hand darted out, firmly gripping a fistful of your hair at the back of your head. His own head dropped back over his shoulders at the feel of your resulting moan in response to his grip, half of his cock in your mouth vibrating with the noise.

The sensation felt so fucking good that his hips involuntarily snapped a fraction forward, sending himself just a bit further into your mouth. He'd quickly tried to restrain himself, but he'd certainly caught the resulting hum of pleasure from you again immediately afterwards. He whined at the feel of it, a coiling pleasure building at the base of his spine. He had begun to tremble from the effort of holding himself back, refraining from accidentally fucking into your mouth again, not wanting to hurt you or push your boundaries.

A moment later he felt you gradually slip your mouth off of him, your hand soon taking over as his head rolled forward again. He was close to apologizing, wondering if he'd done something wrong, but the languid strokes of your hand up and down the shaft of him had his words slow to form. You’d spoken before he had a chance to, and what you said next had Matt already wanting to cum.

"You don't need to hold back, baby," you told him.

Your thumb ran over the head of him, the pad of it swiping over a particularly sensitive spot. Matt moaned out, a shudder running through his body. Fuck, were you really offering him that ?

"Are–are you sure?" Matt panted out. "We don't have to."

"Use me, Matt," you urged, thumb circling the tip of his cock again and causing Matt’s hips to squirm in the chair. "I want to try that with you."

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathed out, his other hand lightly grasping your chin, his thumb brushing over your dampened lips. “You’re really sure?”

Your lips wrapped firmly around his thumb, drawing it into your mouth as a hum of affirmation left you. Matt bit down hard on his own bottom lip when your tongue gently began to lap at the pad of his finger. How were you so good at this? At turning him on like this?

Your lips eventually released his finger, your mouth angling downwards to lightly place a kiss to the palm of his hand. And then you’d quickly maneuvered out of his grasp before sucking his cock hungrily back into your mouth. A flurry of curses flew out Matt in return, his hand gripping your hair tighter as you took him a little deeper. His abdominals tightened in pleasure at the feel of your warm mouth around him.

Carefully testing his boundaries, his hips ever so slightly rolled forwards up off the chair, his cock sinking deeper into your mouth. Your hands eagerly grasped onto his hips, an excited noise coming from your full mouth.

" Ahh –fuck–sweetheart," Matt hissed out, his words broken. "You really want me to–to fuck your mouth?"

You once again hummed out an affirmative noise along Matt's cock, the feel of it causing him to moan out in pleasure. Not needing any further encouragement, Matt’s other hand lowered to lightly grip you by the throat. The scent of you grew thicker in the air as Matt heard the way your thighs had pressed together, his ears picking up on the slight rocking of your hips as you searched for friction. That only turned him on more–because you were getting turned on by this.

When his hips rolled forward again, he could feel your throat relaxing as you took him deeper. A low, throaty groan fell out of Matt as his head fell completely over the back of the chair, his senses engulfed by you. Your nails further dug into his bare hips, encouraging him to fuck your eager mouth.

And Matt was all too happy to oblige as he fucked up into your mouth yet again, a hiss of pleasure sneaking past his gritted teeth.

Sunday

"Okay, so I've finally finished making a list and was about to run to the store for groceries for the week," you told Matt, making your way out of the bedroom as you skimmed over the list on your phone again. "Was there anything else you needed?"

Glancing up as you came to a stop just behind the leather couch, you saw Matt straighten back up from beside the dishwasher, the muscles of his upper torso flexing and pulling visibly as he moved. You hadn't expected him to still be shirtless after his shower, but he was wearing nothing but his sweatpants that were currently hanging low on his hips. His hair was still damp and clinging to his forehead, too.

Blinking hard, you tried to ignore the pleasant shock at finding Matt shirtless, damp, and doing the dishes. Though admittedly the sight had raised your body temperature just a bit, and judging by the cocky smile that slipped onto Matt’s face before he turned and headed over to the shelf to put away the plates in his hands, he’d noticed. Clearing your throat, you tried to focus back on your task of working on the grocery list for the week.

“Is there uh, anything else you would like me to pick up?” you asked.

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I would like,” Matt teased, turning back around to face you.

You swallowed hard, your eyes once again drawn up towards him from the phone you held in your hand. He was grinning back at you with a devious look in his eyes. Your mouth felt like it was going dry at the sight of him just standing there half-dressed in the kitchen. Internally you chastised yourself, because watching Matt put away a load of clean dishes with his shirt off and his hair damp shouldn’t have had this much of an effect on you, but it fucking did. And his usual teasing wasn’t helping at all.

“You–you, uh…” you began, but you quickly trailed off.

It was hard trying to focus on your words when your eyes were glued to his defined and toned chest as he made his way back to the dishwasher. Your eyes followed his movements as he bent over, intentionally turning so his ass was pointed straight at you. You watched as the fabric of his sweatpants pulled taut over it as he closed the dishwasher. Clearing your throat, you tried to focus again as he slowly rose back to his full height.

“I mean was there, uh something? You–you wanted?” you asked slightly breathless.

He chuckled, turning back towards you and leaning his arms over the kitchen countertop as his attention fixed on you. His head was tilted just a bit to the side, an amused smirk on his beautiful mouth.

“Trail mix, remember?” he replied, all faux innocence. “You know I love when you make it, sweetheart.”

“Right,” you said a little nervously, nodding as you glanced back down at your phone. “I’ll uh, I’ll add it to the list.”

Your fingers flew across the keypad on your phone as you added each ingredient of the trail mix Matt loved so much to the list. Though your fingers slowed their typing when you saw Matt push off of the countertop out of your peripheral. He was gradually making his way out of the kitchen and over towards you, your heart beating a little harder with each step he neared. Apparently it didn’t matter that you’d both just had sex yesterday afternoon after your nap because you found yourself quickly distracted from your typing because of his presence.

Matt stopped just in front of you, that cocky smile still on his face. He reached out and grabbed your phone, slowly sliding it out of your grip. You stood there dumbfounded, watching as he turned and effortlessly tossed your phone onto the kitchen table just to the side of him. When he turned back around, he placed one hand on either side of the leather couch, boxing you in between his arms.

“Something on your mind besides the grocery list, sweetheart?” he asked.

“What? No, I was just focused on getting the–the list together,” you replied quickly.

Matt shook his head, leaning forward towards your ear and whispering, “ Lie .”

You licked your lips, your eyes focused on his own lips with him suddenly standing so close to you. The hot breath from his mouth kept washing over yours as he continued to gaze down at you with that darkened, hungry stare of his.

“Well, I mean I was trying to focus on the list,” you conceded awkwardly, “but then you’re–you’re over in the kitchen making dishes somehow look weirdly sexy.” With a hard swallow you added, “And honestly that’s not fair, Matt. Putting away clean plates shouldn’t look so good.”

Matt’s bottom lip slipped between his teeth as he grinned back at you in amusement. The sight alone of him shirtless like that, so close to you while he caged you between those powerful arms of his, had you wanting to lunge at him. To crush your mouth to his and beg him to fuck you. You did your best to refrain though.

“I could tell you were enjoying yourself,” he teased. “But it seems now you might need a little–” he paused, leaning over to whisper in your ear again, “– help before you go to the store.”

Eyes widening back at him, you were about to open your mouth and respond, but then he abruptly turned his face towards yours and dove forward, pressing his lips to yours. Taken by surprise, it took you a moment to react. But when his teeth bit gently down onto your lower lip and tugged, your hands flew up and grabbed onto his broad shoulders, nails digging into his bare skin.

Matt grunted in response before he released your lip, his hands landing on your hips and gripping them firmly. Effortlessly he spun you around, your back now facing him as your own hands flew out, grasping onto the back of the couch to balance yourself at the unexpected movement. Looking at Matt over your shoulder, you spotted that lustful look spread across his face.

“What’re you doing, Matty?” you asked curiously.

He pressed himself to the back of you and you immediately felt his half-hard cock against your ass. Your cunt clenched tight around nothing instantly and his fingers dug into your hips over your shirt as if he knew.

“Bend over, sweetheart,” Matt ordered. “Bend over the couch, for me.”

Inhaling a shaky breath, your attention returned to the couch before you. Slowly you leaned over it, the backrest pressing against your abdomen. You rested your hands on a cushion, trying to hold yourself up. Seconds later you felt Matt’s arms wrap around your waist, his fingers deftly undoing the button of your jeans before lowering your zipper. Soon after, he was tugging your pants and underwear down your thighs and then slipping them entirely off of you. Goosebumps rose along your now bare lower half just before you felt Matt’s rough, warm hands lovingly smoothing their way along the backs of your thighs.

“You can’t get enough of me, can you?” Matt asked from just behind you.

One of his hands made their way between your thighs, lightly teasing a finger between your dampening folds. Your hips twitched in response, your body instinctively asking him for more. Matt hummed out a pleased noise.

“I”ll never have enough of you,” you whispered back.

“That’s my girl,” Matt praised quietly.

The pad of his index finger began rubbing gently against your clit, the sensation immediately causing your eyes to snap shut. You were vaguely aware of his other hand leaving your thigh, your focus mainly on what his fingers were doing to you. But soon you felt the telltale weight of Matt’s cock landing against your ass and you gasped in delighted surprise.

“Should I fuck you before you go to the store, sweetheart?” Matt asked. “Would you like that? For me to fill you with my cum before you pick up the groceries for our place?”

You whined in response, desperately trying to press yourself back into him the best you could in this position. Because yes, you absolutely wanted that. To feel the pleasant ache of your cunt after he’d fucked you so thoroughly while you wandered the produce aisle. Having the memory of his hands and his mouth on you like a brand against your skin as you filled the cart with the groceries you’d both be sharing this week. Something about that had you dying to feel him inside of you, filling you so well like he always did.

“Yes, Matty, please,” you whimpered.

Both of his hands grasped onto your thighs, sliding you a little more forward over the couch. You instantly sunk down onto your forearms along the couch cushion before you, your head turning over your shoulder to where he was standing behind you. From what you could see of Matt, he’d pushed his sweatpants and boxers partway down his thighs. Your eyes lingered on his face and the way his brows were pinched together, his nostrils flaring as he swiped his cock back and forth between the slick that had very quickly accumulated between your folds. He looked absolutely pleased as he did, his tongue darting out for a moment to dampen his lips.

Soon you felt him lining himself up with your entrance, and when just the tip of him gradually entered you, you gasped out. Head falling forward, it dropped between your shoulders as you felt Matt continue to slowly ease himself inside of you until he was fully sheathed, entirely filling you up. With your hips a bit higher above you, raised by the backrest of the leather couch that you were draped over, you wrapped your legs around Matt’s waist to help balance yourself.

Still fully sheathed inside of you, Matt just held himself there. He didn’t make any attempt to fuck you at all. It was a moment before you became desperate for more, your hips squirming needily as you made a noise of frustration. Matt’s right hand continued to grip your right thigh as his left hand began gliding back and forth along your lower back. The feel of it sent a shudder through you.

“You want more, sweetheart?” he asked.

“ Yes ,” you begged.

“Mmm,” Matt hummed out, clearly pleased at how badly you already needed him. “Then you’re going to have to fuck yourself on my cock, sweet girl.”

You perked up at his words, your head slightly raising at what he’d just said. A rumbling chuckle fell out of him behind you at your reaction.

“Go on, sweetie,” he urged huskily. “Use me. Fair is fair, right?”

For a moment you were stunned, continuing to lay immobile in the position you were in over the back of the couch. But you quickly found yourself becoming impatient, wanting more than just the fullness of him inside of you.

Slowly you began to move your hips, arching your back just enough until you felt Matt's cock almost slipping out. You rolled your hips roughly back into him, taking him fully inside of you in one swift, delicious movement. A soft cry of pleasure flew out of you at the feel as you did it again, quickly increasing your pace as your breath came in sharper. You heard Matt moan behind you, both of his hands firmly gripping your thighs.

"That's it," he encouraged, his own breaths growing ragged. "Take what you need, sweet girl. I'm all yours."

Monday

Matt was exhausted as he stood in the elevator waiting for it to slowly ascend to the top floor of his apartment building. He absently twirled his cane between both hands, his posture reflecting just how tired he was as his shoulders slumped forward a bit. His focus was admittedly not even on the space around him, but on you up in the apartment as he waited.

He’d told you that he’d be home late this evening because he, Foggy, and Karen had been working on a case. The three of them had been close to finally finding the break they needed and none of them had wanted to stop until they’d found it. Truthfully he’d expected it to take longer than it had, so Matt had given you a later time to expect him home and begged you not to wait for him for dinner. But thankfully they’d finished a little bit ago and Matt hadn’t wanted to linger around the office afterwards. Figuring he’d surprise you at home a little earlier than intended, he hadn’t given you a call to let you know he was on his way back when he’d left.

Which was why he was delighted to hear you were up in the apartment making dinner. And by the sounds of what he could hear–the pop music you were currently blaring on your phone in conjunction with your slightly elevated heart rate–you must have been dancing while you were cooking. Probably because you’d thought he wasn’t around to ‘see’ you doing it.

He grinned at that thought, wondering how adorably embarrassed you might become when he came through the front door and surprised you. He even had already thought of a way to tease you, hoping to hear your heart beat erratically in your chest and to feel the heat of your cheeks as you flushed. He would never stop loving the way your body reacted to him.

And over the past few days, Matt had absolutely loved having you at what had now become both of yours’ place, watching as you slowly began to settle in and grow comfortable in the space. Besides the fact that it seemed like your sex lives had become somehow even more active than before, he’d loved the little moments with you. Making dinner together over the weekend before cleaning up the dishes, playfully teasing each other and sharing lingering touches while you did. He loved coming back from his nights out as Daredevil to you curled up on the sofa wrapped in his blanket waiting for him. Both times when he had come back he’d hurried over to you, excitedly kissing you before he quickly stripped out of the suit so he could cuddle up with you for a few minutes before he carried you off to bed.

And now he was coming home to you after a stressful day at work, excited that you were already here–and making dinner for the both of you. It thrilled Matt to know that you didn’t have to rush back to your apartment for anything ever again. Because you were always here with him. At home. And that thought had his own heart beating a little harder.

When the elevator doors opened, Matt didn’t hesitate to make his exit. His cane tapping along the floor, he made the familiar trek down the hallway back towards his apartment, a wide grin on his face as he focused on you inside. It smelled like you were making spaghetti and Matt’s stomach growled; he hadn’t really ate much for lunch earlier today, having been too busy with the case. He certainly was grateful you were making dinner.

Reaching the apartment door, he opened it, not surprised to find it unlocked despite how many times he’d told you to lock it when he wasn’t home. The grin briefly faltered on his face–he’d have to remind you about that again . But as he pushed the door open, he was immediately hit with the overpowering smell of your pheromones. It was so thick in the air that Matt had paused, frozen entirely on the spot just in the hallway.

Because of course with your elevated heart rate in a hot kitchen you’d be sweating just a bit, which in turn would increase your pheromones. It made sense. You were cooking pasta sauce on the stove, a pot of water boiling beside it, and it felt like you had the oven on. And you were, in fact, dancing in the kitchen. Which initially he’d found sweet and endearing, but with the scent of your pheromones heavy in the air and the sexual lyrics coming out of your phone, the way your hips were shaking in the kitchen right now had suddenly become something else to Matt.

Stepping into the apartment, he closed the door behind himself and made sure to lock it. He hung his cane up on the hook nearby first, his heart pounding harder in his chest as he heard the shift in the air around you in the kitchen. God, the way you were moving your hips with your lip caught between your teeth was drawing forth a reaction from himself that he had not anticipated.

Quickly slipping out of his shoes, he stuffed them under the nearby bench before he briskly made his way down the entryway hall. Considering you weren’t expecting him home yet, your music was fairly loud, and you were currently focused on the stove as you continued to dance, you hadn’t noticed him come in. Matt wasn’t surprised by that.

And he didn’t want to alert you to his presence quite yet either. He wanted to continue to enjoy the seductive way you were moving without you noticing him for just a bit longer. He figured this wasn't something he would get to witness often.

Slowly he slipped the strap of his briefcase over his head before tossing it onto the sofa, his focus never wavering from you. He made his way over to the kitchen, pausing just in the entrance of it. Closing his eyes, Matt stood there and allowed himself to feel the movements you were making through the currents of air around him. Each shake of your hips or slide of your hands through your hair slightly shifted the air around him and it was somehow quickly making him hard. The delicious and sweet scent of your pheromones filling his nose only further fueled his own increasing need, his dress pants gradually becoming uncomfortable.

Goddammit, you were sexy.

He’d already fucked you this morning in the shower and twice yesterday–once before you left for the grocery store and then another time before you’d both gone to sleep after he’d returned home from his night out as Daredevil. Yet for some goddamn reason it felt like he was in need of you again. Longing for you. Hungry for you.

Matt’s teeth ground together, no longer able to resist the call of your body. Crossing the distance between the pair of you, he came up behind you and carefully wrapped his arms around your waist. He felt you startle in his hold, your pulse jumping in brief shock as your head abruptly turned. You’d stopped dancing, though you’d calmed a bit when you’d realized it was him.

“Shit, Matt,” you breathed out, a hand landing over your thundering heart. “You really do need to start wearing a bell. You scared me half to death. Wasn’t expecting you back for another hour.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck. “I couldn’t resist.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, confusion in your tone.

Matt’s arms tightened around your waist, his mouth lingering beside your ear. He inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling back as he picked up on the faintest hint of your arousal peaking through the smell of your pheromones.

You’d often joked that his cocky teasing and his insatiable sexual appetite would be the death of you. But right now, it felt like you were going to be the death of him .

“Don’t stop,” he whispered into your ear.

He felt the exact moment you realized what he meant. Embarrassment did in fact flood your body, heating your cheeks as you tried to pull away from him. Matt only tightened his hold around you.

“ Matt !” you shrieked. “You were watching me?”

It was the response he’d been intending to pull from you when he was in the elevator. He loved your usual adorable shriek of embarrassment which he’d generally follow up with a cocky, smartass teasing remark. And he’d had one ready, too, until he’d opened the apartment door and been bombarded by your pheromones. Now all he wanted was for you to keep rhythmically moving your hips–preferably against his face with no fabric blocking you from his mouth.

“Your pheromones are everywhere,” he told you. “Wasn’t expecting that. Just wanted to come home early and surprise you.”

One of his hands slid down your front, cupping you over your cotton shorts. He felt the slight jolt from your body at the sudden contact, but he could feel your blood rushing southwards towards his hand. You were enjoying him touching you like this.

“Don’t stop,” he repeated.

"Matt, I'm not–"

You stopped mid-sentence when his mouth landed on the space between your neck and your shoulder. He purred in satisfaction at the taste of you mixed with the faint taste of the pasta sauce you'd been cooking. His hand began gradually rubbing you over your shorts, his other one trying to encourage the sway of your hips against him.

"Matt, the food," you protested weakly.

He released your hip long enough to turn both burners off on the stove. He broke away from your neck just long enough to whisper, "Dinner can wait."

It was a moment before he felt you finally give in. Gradually your hips began to move, almost timidly at first, and Matt pressed himself into you from behind with a low, rumbling growl of satisfaction. He began to lightly nip at the skin of your neck, his own hips moving in tandem with the sensual sway of yours. He was quickly losing all ability to control himself though, his hand still rubbing at you over your shorts as he continued to grind himself against your ass.

"I want to taste you," he said.

" Matt ," you whispered, his name a mix of a moan and a reprimand.

His hand stopped its movement against you over your shorts, sliding its way up towards your other hip. He grinned in smug satisfaction against your neck when he caught the incredibly faint whimper that vibrated in your throat, the noise not quite leaving your mouth in response to the absence of his touch. You clearly wanted this, too.

His hands abruptly spun you around until he had you facing himself. Still grasping tight to your hips, he continued to encourage the sensual sway of them against himself as he began to walk you backwards through the kitchen and away from the hot stove. As he moved, Matt's mouth crashed down onto yours in a frenzied kiss–you tasted like coffee and strawberries for some reason and it only had him frantically trying to taste more.

Matt didn't stop walking you backwards until he'd accidentally backed you right into the fridge. Your mouth broke away from his quickly, expelling a soft gasp of surprise at the impact.

He felt your hands slide their way up his chest, clutching eagerly at his shoulders and rumpling his dress shirt between your fingers. Your breath was shallow and sharp, your heart loudly thrumming in your chest. Matt could feel the increase of your body temperature, the smell of your arousal clouding his mind as he heard your head fall back against the fridge. Your body clearly wanted a release, which countered what you said next.

"Matt, I don't think I can take another round of sex," you whispered. "I'm still sore from this morning. And literally all of the other times the past few days."

He leaned in, placing a soft kiss to your lips. When he broke away, Matt gradually kneeled down to the floor before you, his hands caressing the bare bit of your thighs that your shorts didn’t cover. He felt the prickle of goosebumps rise along your skin under his hands. He could also hear the pounding of your pulse in the artery along your inner thigh, the scent of your arousal strong beside his nose.

He wanted you so damn bad right now. But he would never make you do anything.

Exhaling a sharp breath, he rested his forehead against your left thigh. "We don't have to do that," he replied quietly. "I just want to taste you. And I can be gentle, sweetheart." He leant forward, placing a kiss to your thigh and feeling the muscle twitch beneath his lips. "But you can say no. You can always say no."

Your hand was suddenly running through his hair, slow and tender. His eyelids lowered, lips parting as he let the taste of you in the air coat his tongue. A rumbling groan rolled its way up from his chest, the sound mingling with the music from your phone in the kitchen as your other hand began massaging his scalp, too. The feel of your hands on him wasn't helping the throbbing of his cock in his dress pants.

“If you have me, then I get to have you,” he heard you breathe out above him.

“ Fuck, sweetheart, ” Matt moaned.

His mouth opened, teeth lightly nipping at your thigh as his eyes clenched shut. Matt didn’t know how he’d gone so long without having you in his life. Foggy wasn’t wrong when he’d joked the other week saying that you had tamed the Devil–because like hell if he wouldn’t fall on his knees and worship you every chance he got.

Releasing your thigh from his teeth, his hands made their way up towards the top of your shorts. Curling his fingers into the waistbands of both articles of clothing, he yanked down the shorts and your underwear in one swift movement, grinning when he heard your surprised gasp.

“Only if I get to have you first,” Matt purred out.

He tossed your clothes somewhere behind himself in the kitchen before gliding a hand up your thigh and towards your soaked folds. Humming in satisfaction, he ran a couple of fingers between them, coating them with your slick. You were so incredibly wet for him already.

He slid a finger up towards your clit, catching the slight sigh that left your lips when the pad of his index finger gently grazed it. For a moment his eyes closed, reveling in the quiet, content noises you and your body made as he alternated his focus between lightly stimulating that sensitive bundle of nerves and teasing your soaked entrance, loving the way your back arched off of the fridge each time. One of your hands had fallen down to grip his shoulder, the other still lightly massaging his scalp as he continued to pleasure you–and like hell if it wasn’t only further stimulating him in return.

Eventually teasing you got to be far too much for Matt. With his left hand still massaging your right thigh, his other hand left your clit and instead reached down, gripping onto your calf. Abruptly he lifted it from the ground, grinning up at you when your hand roughly gripped his shoulder to balance yourself, a surprised yelp falling out of you. He raised your leg as high as he heard your body would comfortably let him, pinning it against the cold metal of the fridge door behind you. He heard the sound of your mouth opening, probably about to protest, but he immediately dove forward, swiping the flat of his tongue up the length of you. Instead of words, you released an indistinguishable noise of pleasure that had the smug grin returning to his lips.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Mhmm,” you hummed back, head nodding quickly.

He heard the way your head fell back against the fridge with a soft thud after. Matt slid his tongue over you again, his eyes falling shut as he savored the taste of your slick on his tongue. Letting it linger in his mouth for a moment, he reveled in the heady, delicious taste of you before he finally swallowed it down with a throaty groan that had your fingers curling tighter in his hair.

“I’m going to have my fill of you,” Matt breathed out, his face turning up towards where you were above him as he sent you a devilish smile. “And I want you to ride my face as hard as you want. You hear me?”

He heard the stutter of your heart in response to his demand before you cursed under your breath.

“Fuck, Matt,” you whined.

“Mmm,” he hummed, shaking his head as he lowered his face back towards your cunt before him. “Thought we couldn’t do that tonight?”

He chuckled as he heard you call him a smartass, but you didn’t remotely complain when he dove forward again, this time lapping at your entrance before slipping his tongue inside of you. All the while he held your right leg up against the refrigerator door in a firm grip, grinning when he felt it beginning to tremble as you began rhythmically grinding your cunt against his face. He intentionally pressed his nose against your clit, his mouth spurred on by the loud moans flying out of you and merging with the music still playing on your phone.

He was definitely going to have his fill of you tonight.

Tuesday

Needing to catch up on laundry after you'd come home from work, you'd decided to skip making dinner tonight, figuring you and Matt could order something instead. You'd sent him a text earlier letting him know your plan before throwing a load of clothes into the washer. Matt had shown up from work shortly after, just when you'd managed to gather everything out of the dryer that neither of you had had the energy to deal with the past couple of days.

Now the pair of you were on opposite sides of the bed from each other, both focused on sorting out the last bit of laundry from the laundry basket on the mattress between the pair of you. You reached your hand in, pulling out another pair of your socks from the basket before you sorted them together along the bed.

“I believe these are yours,” Matt’s playful tone cut through the silence.

You glanced up from your pile of socks at his voice, catching him holding a pair of your black, silk panties in his hands. He had a mischievous look on his face as he held them up, his fingers rubbing the fabric back and forth between them. They were definitely not your everyday underwear. Rolling your eyes at Matt, you reached a hand out to take them from him, but he immediately drew his hand back from your reach, a wide grin forming on his lips.

“On second thought, I don’t know if I’m quite done with these yet,” he teased.

“Matt, those are clean and I’d like them to stay that way for right now,” you said.

“Does that mean I can dirty up the ones you’re wearing now, then?” he asked, his head tilting to the side as his eyebrows rose up onto his forehead.

You gaped back at him, shock written across your face. “What?” you asked.

He held out the silk panties to you and you snatched them from his hand before he could pull them out of your reach again. Matt chuckled at your reaction, clearly amused that he’d riled you up a little. You watched as he reached into the almost empty laundry basket, pulling out another pair of his black boxers.

“If those are clean and I can’t dirty them up,” he began, “then it stands to reason that I can dirty up the underwear you’ve got on now.”

You reached into the basket, pulling out the last two pieces of clothing as you made a face. “Do I want to know what you mean by that?” you asked him. “Because I’m guessing you mean something sexual by that.”

“I definitely mean something sexual by that,” he answered you.

With a sigh you glanced up at Matt, raising a single brow at him. He picked up his neatly folded pile of black boxers, shooting you a cheeky smile from the otherside of the bed.

“ How do you still want to have sex?” you asked him in astonishment. “Do you have a secret stash of performance pills around here somewhere?”

A bark of laughter flew out of Matt as he turned, making his way over to the dresser. You picked up some of your own neatly folded laundry, making your way to the dresser beside him to put them away.

“Oh sweetheart,” Matt purred, leaning over towards you when you were standing next to him, “I think we both know I don’t need any help in the bedroom.”

You felt your cheeks heat as you slid your clothes into the drawer before making your way back to the bed. Picking up the stack of your bras, you teased back, “Maybe you need help getting out of the bedroom.”

Matt laughed again, passing you on your way to the dresser as he made his way back to the bed to grab his stack of clean socks.

“Pretty sure we’ve gotten out of the bedroom often in the past few days,” he joked back.

“Oh my God, Matt,” you said with a grin, rolling your eyes again as you put away your bras. “That isn’t what I meant and you know it.”

He chuckled, shaking his head at you as he returned to the dresser. He slipped his socks into the open drawer beside you, an amused smile on his lips. Closing the drawer you had open, you turned and rested your hip against the dresser, eyeing him curiously.

“What’s with all the sex though?” you asked him.

Matt closed his drawer, turning and copying your body language as he leaned against the dresser, too. One of his dark brows rose up onto his forehead as he gazed back at you, his eyes landing on your chin. There was a cocky expression on his face that was only growing the longer he stared at you.

“You tell me,” he said. “I seem to recall someone getting turned on by me just innocently doing dishes the other day.”

“Okay, well you’re apparently turning into a horn dog over laundry ,” you shot back.

“Well in all fairness,” Matt began, “your scent has officially blended with mine here. Probably not something I imagine you can pick up on, but I can. And I like it.”

He reached a hand out, grabbing onto your hip. You stiffened when his thumb slipped under your shirt, brushing back and forth along your skin.

“I like it a lot," he said huskily.

Drawing in a deep breath, you tried to focus the topic on something besides sex for the evening. Though the growing hunger in Matt’s eyes was making that difficult.

"We should probably order dinner," you told him, clearing your throat. "Is there something you want?"

"You," he purred, a devilish smirk on his lips.

His whole hand slipped under your shirt next, the warmth of it hard to ignore as his palm slid up along your ribcage. Matt continued to stand there, leaning against the dresser and smirking back at you. He knew damn well what he was doing to you and he was doing it on purpose. It wasn't long before you began to feel that all too familiar urge to wipe the smirk off of his face growing within you.

A slow, sinful smile gradually drew itself across your lips as you stared back at him. You watched the way his eyes narrowed suspiciously at you in return, his head tilting to the side. The smirk on his face faltered a little.

"You want me, Matt?" you asked innocently.

Your hand landed on his forearm, your fingers lightly running along the dark hairs there. His hand gripped your ribcage under your shirt instantly in response.

"Yes," he answered carefully. "But clearly you have something in mind."

"Well," you began slowly, "if you want me, then I think maybe tonight you should have to follow my rules, Matthew." You grabbed onto his thick forearm and tugged it out from underneath your shirt. "And the first rule is no touching me."

His lips parted in surprise as he stared back at you in stunned silence. You lowered Matt's hand to his side, the sly smile still on your mouth at how fast that smirk had just vanished from his.

“Sound like a game you want to play, Matty?” you questioned him.

"What's the second rule?" he asked huskily.

A thrill shot through you. You'd never done this with Matt before, but the thought of having power over him in a completely new way had you feeling smug for once. Because he was always teasing you, always riling you up. Hell, living with him was like constantly being teased by him, especially with the way this first week had gone so far. Seeing him everywhere you looked–seeing your lives blended together–had you constantly wanting him this week.

Enjoying the way he was quietly waiting on you to answer, your hands reached out and grabbed onto the knot of his tie, yanking him towards you. Your smile grew wider when he willingly stumbled forward a step.

"The second rule is that you only cum when I say you can," you told him, undoing the knot of his tie with your fingers. "Since you do that to me so often, I think it's about time I do it back to you."

Slowly you slipped his tie out from underneath his shirt collar, enjoying the way you saw his throat bob when he roughly swallowed at your words. Eyes glancing down, you saw the way his hands had curled into fists at his sides. Clearly you were having an effect on him already and that went straight to your cunt.

"What do you say, Matty?" you asked coyly, hands beginning to unbutton his shirt. "You still want me?"

"Yes," he answered immediately.

Another little thrill shot through you at how fast he'd answered. You might enjoy this more than you'd initially thought.

"Get undressed and get on the bed then," you ordered him.

Your hands grabbed onto the hem of your shirt as Matt’s hands replaced yours on his buttons. His fingers deftly flew through each one, undoing them with such speed that you found yourself impressed. You were barely sliding your cotton shorts down your legs when you saw Matt making his way back to the bed, tossing the laundry basket haphazardly onto the floor and out of the way before he climbed up onto it.

Eyes following his movements, you watched as he sunk down onto his knees. His gaze was very intensely on you, his eyes focused along your chest as if he was tuned into your heartbeat. Chewing your lip, your eyes dropped down to his hardening cock that was expectantly waiting for you. Matt’s voice suddenly popped into your mind and you remembered all of those times that he’d taken control in the bedroom with you–ordering you around–and an idea quickly came to you.

Crossing your arms over your chest, your head canted to the side. “Touch yourself for me, Matty,” you ordered.

You grinned when you saw his eyebrows shoot up onto his forehead in surprise yet again, the corners of his own lips curling upwards at your boldness. Tonight you were certainly being far more brazen with him than you ever had been before. But watching as he grabbed his cock in his hand, beginning to stroke himself while he still focused on you, was definitely worth stepping out of your comfort zone for. Because it was certainly a mental image you were going to store away for later.

Except, he looked far too cocky right now on the bed. That smirk was back on his lips and you were determined to knock it off of him tonight. Eyes narrowing back at him, you uncrossed your arms, one hand slowly sliding its way down your stomach and towards your clit. A burst of pleasure raced through you the moment you began circling the sensitive bud, a soft moan leaving you. Matt’s smirk slowly faded from his mouth as his hand stuttered to a halt along his cock.

“I didn’t say stop, Matty,” you reminded him.

He audibly sucked in a sharp breath, his hand gradually continuing its movement. Biting your lip, you slid two fingers further downward, dipping them into yourself with a wet sound that you knew was loud enough for his ears to catch by the way his eyes clamped shut.

“You smell so good ,” he whispered.

"Do I?" you breathed out, slowly sliding your fingers in and out of yourself. “Someone want a taste?” you asked coyly, sliding your fingers back out.

“Yes– fuck . Please, yes,” he begged, his chest beginning to heave.

Crossing your way towards the bed, you slowly held out your hand towards him. Matt’s lips parted expectantly, his head turning up towards you. Instead you grabbed him by the chin with your fingers, hearing the slight whine he emitted just before you leaned in to kiss him.

You assumed the scent of your arousal along his chin–with you denying him the taste of it on his tongue–had driven him further into a frenzy. He began fiercely kissing you, his lips ravenously connecting to yours over and over as he practically growled against your mouth. His teeth were biting and pulling against your bottom lip, his hand working himself even faster. The sight of his urgent desire for you drew out a low moan from within your own chest.

Releasing his chin, you straightened beside the bed. With another rumbling growl, Matt’s free hand released the tight grip he’d had on the silk sheets and flew out towards your hip, but you immediately shifted to the side just as he’d remembered the rule you’d given him. His hand hung there in the air just inches from your waist, a frustrated noise coming from Matt.

“You know, for someone who likes to tease excessively, you sure can’t handle much of it in return,” you pointed out.

Matt grunted in response, his hand halting its movements on his cock. You could already see the glisten of pre-cum on his fingers, but you refrained from saying anything about him not following directions because you caught the abrupt shift in his demeanor to something…else.

“Because I’m aware of vastly more going on with your body than you are of mine,” he replied through clenched teeth. “Takes far more control than you think for me to not touch you right now. You know I love when you let loose with me, sweetheart. And this is…the most comfortable you’ve ever been with me. But it’s also so–” he rumbled a noise in his chest that sounded like the Devil growling now, “– tempting not to listen to you.”

A shiver ran down your spine at his words and his tone of voice. One of these days you would be tempted yourself to see what happened if you pushed the Devil just far enough. But tonight was not the night for that.

“I’ll show you some mercy tonight,” you conceded. “But the rules still stand: you still can’t touch me and you still can’t cum until I give you permission. Think you can handle that much, Devil?”

Matt’s eyes narrowed back at you, that dark look on his face still present. After a moment, he gave you a single nod.

“That’s my good Devil. Now lay down,” you ordered.

Gradually Matt drew his legs out from underneath himself, slowly lowering onto his back on the bed as he continued to focus on you with that darkened expression. You delighted in watching his naked form as he moved, enjoying the movement of his muscles along his arms and abdomen visibly shifting.

Matthew Murdock was unbelievably beautiful– especially naked and wound up.

“You’re enjoying this,” he rumbled out.

You climbed up onto the bed, throwing a leg over his hips so you were straddling him. Hands landing on his chest, you lightly scratched your nails upwards towards his shoulders and then gradually back down towards his hips. You saw the goosebumps raise along his skin as you did, his head rolling back just a bit along the pillow in pleasure as he moaned out.

“So are you,” you pointed out.

Reaching a hand down, you grabbed onto the base of Matt’s cock, grinning when you heard him groan at the touch. Carefully you lined him up with your entrance before very deliberately sinking down onto him, your eyes closing as your cunt stretched around his girth. Matt loosed a curse into the bedroom, your eyes opening in time to catch him roughly fisting the sheets in both of his large hands.

Leaning forward, your hands landed on his broad shoulders as your face hovered above his. His eyelids fluttered open, his eyes hooded with lust as they landed along your cheek.

“Be a good Devil for me now,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss his lips lightly. “And I won’t make you wait too long to cum.”

“ Fucking hell ,” he growled. “Sweetheart, you’re going to regret– ahhh, fuck !”

Grinning at how he’d broken off mid-sentence when your hips slowly rocked against him, your nails bit into his shoulders. Setting a slow, delicious pace, you began to fuck Matt, a pleased hum leaving you at the feel of him inside of you. Matt's breath quickly came in short pants, a series of whimpers falling out of his lips.

“So hard not to–to touch you,” he breathed out.

“You’re doing so good for me, Matty,” you praised.

Reaching a hand up, you stroked his cheek, enjoying the rasp of his beard against your fingers. Matt immediately nuzzled into your palm, pressing his cheek further into it as his brows pinched together. You continued rhythmically riding his cock at your leisurely pace, thumb stroking the length of his cheekbone.

“You’re so beautiful, Matt,” you murmured.

A slow, euphoric smile slipped across his lips, his eyes opening as he focused around your face. “Getting a little–little sentimental on me right now, sweetie?” he panted out with an amused huff. “Already losing your edge?”

You shook your head, the grin still on your mouth. "Not a chance, Matthew," you assured him. "I still want to hear you beg."

Hips picking up their pace, you watched as his eyelids closed again. Your hand returned to his shoulder as you leaned in close to his ear, noticing the way he shuddered when your breath tickled his skin.

"Because I know how much you fall apart for praise," you whispered into his ear.

Beneath you, Matt's back arched off of the bed, his cock burying itself further into you as he did. With a soft gasp, your nails dug even further into his shoulders. Encouraged by your grip, Matt’s own hips began thrusting upwards into you, meeting your hips roughly and matching your pace.

"Mmm, that's my good Devil," you whispered into his ear. "But you're not cumming yet. I'm not quite done with you."

Matt loosed a loud groan through the bedroom at your words, his head once again rolling back along the pillow. His teeth ground together as he hissed out a sharp breath between them, his hips sharply fucking up into you so hard that your eyes briefly rolled back.

You were definitely going to enjoy riling up the Devil tonight.

Wednesday

A loud crack of thunder rolled through the city, the sound echoing off the tall buildings and managing to cut straight through what had been a peaceful, deep sleep. Matt gradually grew alert on the bed, taking a moment to orient himself with his senses as he lay there. From the lack of extra noise among the tenants in his building, the quieter noises coming up from the streets of Hell’s Kitchen below, and your deep, even breaths beside him, he realized it was either still quite late or very early.

Outside the apartment, the rain soon came down against the windows in a steady, almost soothing downpour. The sound was somewhat relaxing–something akin to white noise–making it easier for Matt to ignore many of the extra noises of the city outside his apartment. He closed his eyes again, trying to focus back on falling asleep. Occasionally the rain felt like it had a dampening effect when he was in his apartment, which often helped lull Matt into a deeper sleep at night. Thunder, on the other hand, often disrupted it–as did the loud rumbling crack of another thunderous boom that roared through Hell’s Kitchen.

Tuning into your body pressed to the front of him, Matt's tired mind tried to focus on the soft, rhythmic exhalations leaving you. Your heart was beating at a calm, level pace as you slept, the sound always a comfort to Matt. Readjusting his hold around your waist, he shifted along the back of you, drawing himself even closer to your warm, almost bare body. His head rested on the same pillow just behind yours, his mouth right above your shoulder.

As he relaxed further into the mattress, trying to get comfortable while he focused on you instead of the storm, his lips accidentally brushed along your shoulder. Matt inhaled deeply, the scent of your peach shampoo and your soft skin filling his nose. The faint taste of just you lingered on his mouth from where his lips had just grazed you and he found his tongue drowsily slipping out to taste you from them again. He moaned quietly, the noise blending in with the sound of the rain outside.

Leaning a bit forward, he placed a barely there kiss on the top of your shoulder. With his mouth lingering against your skin, Matt contentedly hummed out a faint pleased noise as something slowly stirred awake within himself. He never could seem to get over just how soft your skin was, or how intoxicating it was to taste. Whether it was the taste of your lips themselves, or the delicate skin of your neck, the soft swell of your breasts, the inviting expanse of your shoulders, or the delicious, addicting taste of your cunt, Matt could never get enough. He always was left wanting more of you.

His arm unconsciously tightened around your waist, his hips pressing forward into you. His bare cock twitched awake as he slotted himself between the roundness of your ass, the silk of your underwear not as satisfying to him as just feeling you against his own skin. A rumbling noise vibrated in his throat as another crack of thunder rang through the bedroom.

Matt placed another kiss on your shoulder, his tongue slipping out to taste even more of you as he did. Briefly the thought flickered in his mind that he should stop. You both had work in the morning and he didn’t want either of you to be tired. There was a part of him that didn't want to wake you just because the storm had woken him. But the moment the tip of his tongue swiped along your skin and he caught the taste of you on it, his eyes clamped shut even tighter and a strangled whine left him.

He needed you.

Matt leaned further forward, his nose tracing up the length of your neck, his parted lips grazing your bare skin at the same time. He could feel you stirring awake beside him, your skin dotting with goosebumps beneath his hands. Your breath immediately hitched in your throat, your heart beat no longer steady and even but a sharp staccato in his ears as you gradually awoke.

“Matt?” your sleep-riddled voice whispered out.

He almost purred at the sound of it. Your voice alone could do things to him, things he didn't quite understand himself. He nuzzled into your neck before placing an open-mouthed kiss along the skin there. He just needed more of you, especially after the frustrating night he'd had as the Devil earlier.

And then there it was–the faint scent of your arousal hitting his nose. A slow, satisfied smile crept its way along his lips. Without fail, he so easily always managed to turn you on. He would never tire of how your body reacted to him.

"Matty, what're you–"

He sucked a patch of skin just beneath your jaw into his mouth, your question dying on your lips as you audibly inhaled a sharp breath. He felt your ass shift against his rapidly hardening cock, a quiet sigh falling out between your lips next. He released the skin from his mouth, his nose rubbing along the line of your jaw. One of Matt's hands released your waist, slowly sliding its way up your stomach and continuing further upwards.

"The storm woke me," he quietly explained, his large hand palming the soft mound of your breast. "Tried to focus on you to fall back asleep, but–" he inhaled the scent of your arousal in the air deeply, salivating at the faint taste of it in his mouth, "–you were distracting."

He felt both of your hands latch onto his wrists, felt the sting of your nails biting into his skin. A hiss of pleasure flew from him and he ground his aching cock back into your ass even more firmly.

" Sweetheart ," he moaned, shifting so his mouth was beside your ear when he spoke next. "Your body is begging me," he whispered, enjoying the shudder that ran through you. "Can I have you? Please?"

"Baby," you whimpered, ass eagerly grinding back against him as you nodded along the pillow. "Yes, yes. Need you, Matty."

Without waiting for further encouragement, his fingers gently tugged at your nipple. You gasped in surprise, your nails further biting into his wrists. Further spurred on by the noises of pleasure coming from you, his other hand slid down from your waist, slipping past the waistband of your silk underwear. He immediately found his way between your folds, growling at how wet you already were when he touched you.

"Oh, sweetheart ," he breathed out, running his two fingers back and forth between your slick. God, you were soaked already. "You want me this badly?"

He felt your head shift over your shoulder towards him, a desperate noise barely escaping you. It sounded like a muffled whine stuck in your throat and it had Matt's cock throbbing with need.

"Yes, baby," you answered softly. "Always."

His teeth grit together at the term of endearment he usually only heard from you in moments like these. But the truth in your words had a sharp grunt barreling out of him as his two fingers made their way towards your clit. The moment he grazed it he felt your back arch against him, a little moan coming from you in response.

"That feel good, sweetie?” he asked.

His lips began trailing slow, sweet kisses along your neck, his two fingers gently circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. He felt another shudder shoot through your body, your breath catching yet again.

“Yes,” you whispered back.

He felt one of your hands release its hold on his wrist, reaching back behind yourself and towards him. You managed to grab his bare ass and another whimper fell out of you. He smiled against your neck, running his nose back and forth against you when he felt you practically clawing at it as he continued the ministrations of his fingers along your clit. You really had a thing for his ass.

“ More ,” you begged.

His fingers slid down, teasing your soaked entrance. You whined and quickly shook your head. Matt’s brows knitted together in confusion. But then he felt your hand leave his ass, blindly finding its way to his cock. His hips twitched when your fingers curled around the girth of him, your head turning over your shoulder towards him again.

“I want you ,” you whispered.

You began stroking him, your arm twisted behind your back at an awkward angle as you did. Your hand felt so fucking good on him, but it wasn’t what he wanted to feel, either. He knew exactly what you’d meant. A rumbling noise left Matt, the sound of the storm outside entirely forgotten to him now as he focused solely on you.

His fingers quickly slipped out of your underwear, sliding down the front of them until he hooked the damp fabric between his fingers and tugged it to the side. Your hand soon released him, flying out in front of yourself to grip a handful of the silk sheets. Behind you, Matt’s hand landed on your hips, shifting you where he needed you before he grasped onto the base of his cock and lined it up with your entrance.

He heard the sharp inhale of your breath the moment the tip of him barely pushed into you. Your hips eagerly ground back against him, silently begging him to fill you. Without hesitation, Matt gradually plunged himself fully inside of your wet cunt, reveling in the delicious twitch of your muscles contracting all around him as you adjusted to fit him. His eyes fluttered closed, a low moan falling from his lips. You were so warm and wet and tight.

You felt perfect .

Matt continued to knead the breast he’d had in his palm, his other hand making its gradual way back to where it had been working your clit. He heard you curse under your breath, your head turning over your shoulder towards him. Knowing exactly what you’d wanted, his mouth landed on yours. While his hips set a rhythmic, steady pace as he pumped into you, his mouth placed soft, lingering kiss after soft, lingering kiss against yours.

Eventually he heard the way your hand released the sheets you’d been gripping. Instead, he felt you turn at the waist as he continued to lovingly roll his hips forward into you over and over, your hand coming up to tenderly cup his cheek. Matt’s tongue slid along your bottom lip in a slow glide, a beautiful whine falling out of you in return and meeting his ears. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, lapping languorously against your own.

And that was how the night carried on, with Matt’s hips sensually rolling forward into yours repeatedly as you eagerly tried to match his pace with your own hips, the pair of you attached at the mouth and panting heavily between kisses. The roll of thunder and steady patter of rain became nothing but muted background noise to Matt as he listened to every sound of pleasure coming from you.

Thursday

You’d had a long week at the Bulletin and you were happy as hell that tomorrow was finally Friday. While things had been great between Matt and you this first week of living together–more than great when it came to your sex lives, and your aching cunt was proof of that–you’d still been stressed at work. There was a story you’d been struggling with writing and it had been frustrating you to no end for the past few days. Though admittedly, the constant sex with Matt this week had been helping you relieve your frustration when you were off of work, even if it was incredibly distracting.

But he wasn’t home right now because he was out as Daredevil, scouring the rooftops and beating up bad guys this evening. Which was fine, it wasn’t the first time he’d gone out doing just that while you were together–certainly not the first time this week–and it definitely wouldn’t be the last time. You'd quickly grown accustomed to his occasional absences in the evening, even if you still found yourself worrying about him.

A little while ago you had decided to put your laptop away, forget about work, and get cozy on the couch with one of your shows. Even though it was still strange being able to watch your shows on an actual television in Matt’s living room, you’d curled up under his plaid blanket and gotten comfortable. And that was where you'd remained the duration of the evening, waiting for his inevitable return.

You’d managed to get through a few episodes of the comedy you were watching before you finally heard the roof access door swing open. Instantly your head rose from the pillow you’d been resting on, glancing up at Matt’s Daredevil-clad form. You winced when he slammed the door shut behind himself, the loud noise reverberating around the apartment. Peeling his gloves from his hands, he aggressively stalked his way over to the stairs. His boots hit each step on his descent down them with a heavy thud . Absolutely everything about his body language told you that he’d had an awful night out as the Devil and he was internally fuming .

When he’d reached the last step, pulling the helmet from his head with one hand, you thought you might say something to him. Maybe ask if there was something you could do to help him relax. But the moment you’d opened your mouth, drawing in the slightest breath, Matt’s head snapped in your direction and you froze. His jaw was clenched and his eyes almost looked black. Your mouth immediately closed. Clearly, Matt was not in the mood for talking right now.

Settling back onto the couch, you watched as he made his way towards the closet behind the two armchairs to your left. He roughly yanked the doors open before opening the lid of his father’s steamer trunk. You heard the heavy drop of his gloves and his helmet, moments later hearing the sound of his billy clubs dropping into the trunk next. Silently you watched him kneel down, untying the laces of his boots one at a time. When he finished, both boots were gruffly disposed of into the trunk before he was standing back up, reaching for the zipper behind himself along his back.

Your eyes openly lingered on the gradual reveal of Matt’s muscled back as the zipper of his suit slowly exposed himself to you. He released the zipper once he’d undone the suit all the way down just to the top of his ass where you could see the waistband of his boxers peeking out. Biting your lip, you watched the muscles of his back flex and pull as he took a minute to slide one skin tight sleeve off of himself before removing the other. And then he bent over, his round, muscular ass directly in your line of sight as he slowly stripped the suit down each of his legs. Once he’d slipped the armor entirely off of himself, he was left in nothing but those tight, black boxers he always wore.

You could feel yourself getting turned on despite how irritated he seemed. You couldn’t help but watch as he folded his suit up in obvious frustration before stuffing it in the steamer trunk. He slammed the lid of it down a bit harder than necessary before he rose to his now bare feet, shutting the doors to the closet. Afterwards, he turned swiftly towards you, his focus easily finding you on the couch where you suddenly stopped breathing under the weight of his stare. His entire body looked tense, his shoulders tight and the muscles twitching in his cheeks.

“I’m going to shower,” he stated simply.

He stood there a moment, running a hand across his forehead as he stared back at you. You only nodded, unable to trust your voice. Because he had to know you were aroused right now with his senses, but he must have had a bad enough night out as Daredevil that he hadn’t even remotely wanted to remark on it.

Wordlessly Matt stalked off down the hall to the bathroom, flipping on the light and closing the door partially behind himself. Seconds later you heard the shower turn on. You tried your best to ignore the thought of Matt naked and soon to be wet under the spray of water in the other room. Though admittedly trying to force your thoughts away from everything sexual that was running through your mind now wasn’t easy. Attention returning to the show you’d been watching, you readjusted yourself on the couch and made yourself comfortable all over again.

Inevitably your gaze wandered back to the bathroom when you distinctly heard the glass door of the shower shut. Eyes narrowing, you stared at the light peaking through the crack of the bathroom door. Because why would Matt have turned the light on to shower? You knew he hated the buzz that lights emitted, and if he was frustrated, that extra noise would’ve only irritated him further. He had no use for the light anyway, he only ever turned lights on in a room when it was meant for your benefit.

It was a second before the realization hit you, your eyes growing wide. He definitely had noticed you were in the mood when he’d been stripping out of his suit, then. Turning the bathroom light on and keeping the door partially open must’ve been a sort of silent invitation for you. Maybe he’d been too riled up to use his words, or maybe…

Maybe Matt wanted something more than the sweet love making you both often had together. Maybe he wanted something even more than the naughty, playful sex, too. Maybe he needed something more tonight to relieve his frustration.

Something more like rough sex with a wound up and irritated Devil.

Because you knew Matt. And you knew he probably wouldn’t quite know how to verbalize what he wanted, let alone feel comfortable enough asking for that. He hated the thought of hurting you. But you’d encountered this with him a few times before, knowing that when he was this uptight returning from a patrol that hadn’t gone well as Daredevil, he usually needed a release. And he often enjoyed using you as that release–rather roughly, too.

Bottom lip slipping between your teeth, you immediately sat upright on the couch. You were more than willing to let him fuck you. The thought of him loosing the Devil on you already had a dampness forming between your thighs. You loved the sharp, rough edges of Matt just as much as you loved the sensitive, soft sides. And it had been awhile since you’d seen the Devil make an appearance in your sex life.

Tossing the blanket off of yourself, you turned off the television and rose from the couch before making your way down the hall and towards the bathroom. You slowly pushed open the bathroom door, stepping inside. You could see him washing himself through the frosted glass of the shower doors, making no move to acknowledge that you were in the bathroom. But he obviously knew you were there–especially with how aroused you were and how much you’d come to learn this week that scent alone easily affected him. There was no way he couldn’t smell it.

Grabbing the hem of your shirt, you slipped it up and over your head, your bare breasts exposed to the warm steam wafting through the bathroom as you tossed the article of clothing to the ground. Slipping your fingers inside both your sleep shorts and your underwear’s waistband, you slid them down your legs before they dropped to the floor. You stepped out of them, hesitantly making your way over to the shower before slowly sliding the glass door back.

You hesitated just outside of it, one hand lingering on the glass as Matt’s head once again abruptly snapped in your direction. He was standing under the spray of the water, his dark hair soaked and clinging to him. Your eyes followed a few beads of water as they raced down his scarred and toned chest, your pulse increasing at the sight. You could see the obvious tension in his muscles as you quietly took in the sight of him naked before you.

“Do you…need some help coming down from tonight?” you asked him.

Your eyes caught the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, nostrils flaring as he expelled a sharp breath.

“Would that be too much?” he gruffly questioned back.

“No,” you answered, shaking your head as you finally stepped into the shower. “I love all the sides of you, Matthew. I’ve told you that before.”

You turned around, sliding the shower door closed after yourself as some of the warm spray overhead began to cascade down your back. A surprised gasp fell out of you when you felt Matt’s hands suddenly grabbing your hips, his fingers firmly digging into your skin. Even you felt the way your pulse stuttered in response, his chin hovering just over your left shoulder.

“Are you sure?” the dark, gravelly voice you knew as the Devil asked, his mouth just beside your ear. “Because I have no desire to be gentle tonight, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You inhaled a deep breath, excitement shooting through you at his words and the tone he’d spoken them with. It had been far too long since he’d let himself loose with you like this. Turning your head just over your shoulder, you spotted the wild look in his eyes. That only thrilled you further.

“I’ve told you before, Matty,” you whispered back. “Sometimes I like when you hurt me.”

His fingers dug into your hips even further, his lip pulling back into something akin to an animalistic snarl. A second later he’d shoved you up against the shower door, the cold glass pressed entirely to the front of you a sharp contrast to the warm water falling down your body. You could feel the heat from Matt’s naked body radiating off of him with how close he was standing behind you now, but it wasn't quite close enough to touch yours.

“You can say no,” Matt’s deep voice reminded you.

Head still turned over your shoulder, your cheek pressed against the glass of the shower door, your eyes remained fixed on his face.

“But I’m saying yes,” you whispered back.

A growl tore out of Matt as he yanked you away from the door, roughly turning you around towards himself before he slammed his mouth hard onto yours. His hands snaked their way around to your back, his blunt fingernails digging into your skin as he drew you in tight, crushing you to the front of himself. You could feel his already hard cock pressed between your slick bodies as his teeth gnashed at your bottom lip. A hiss of pleasure slipped from your mouth as your hands flew up, your own nails clawing at his thick biceps that held you firmly to him.

Matt’s mouth quickly retreated from yours, his teeth snapping at your earlobe before shifting downwards to your neck. As your head fell back over your shoulders, your eyes closing, you felt him nipping along the length of your collarbone. The sharpness of his bites was quickly soothed by the warm water running down the pair of you, Matt’s name slipping from between your lips as a moan.

Matt responded instantly to the sound of it, quickly spinning you before slamming your back into the tile wall of the shower. His flushed face hovered just before yours, his chest heaving as he stared hungrily back at you. He looked absolutely wild with his dark gaze fixed along your cheek.

“You cum when I say or you don’t cum at all,” he ordered, his eyebrows rising onto his forehead, a cocky smile on his face as he repeated to you what you'd said to him the other night. “And you don't touch yourself unless I say so. Am I clear?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed out, nodding quickly.

One of his hands shot out between the pair of you so fast that you didn’t realize he’d even moved until you felt him gripping you by the neck. His hold was just firm enough to put pressure on your throat, just enough without actually hurting you, as he pinned you to the wall. Your thighs clenched together, more wet heat building between them as you squirmed against the shower wall. You just wanted to feel him inside of you already.

“Use your words,” Matt demanded gruffly. “Am I clear?”

“Yes, Matt,” you answered immediately.

That smug smirk remained on his lips as he stared back at you pinned to the wall by your throat. His tongue slipped out slow and purposeful between his lips, his eyes momentarily closing in pleasure. You heard a low, rumbling noise stir deep from within his chest.

“You really do like this, don’t you?” he asked, that low, gravely tone of the Devil slipping out as he opened his eyes. “You like it when I’m rough with you?”

His hand tightened a little further around your throat and your hips desperately ground forward, searching for him. He shifted just out of your reach and you whined in response.

“Yes,” you answered him.

“You want my cock?” he asked next.

You nodded vigorously in response. “Yes, Matt, yes.”

That self-satisfied smirk drew itself across his lips once again, that dark look never leaving his face. “Then you’re going to beg me for it, sweetheart. Turn around,” he ordered.

He released his hold on your throat and you obediently spun on the spot. There was not a single thought in your mind besides how badly you wanted to feel him fucking you right now. Pressing the front of yourself to the shower wall, you looked over your shoulder at him behind you, waiting for instruction.

You saw Matt’s hand draw back just a bit before he swung it forward, the sharp crack of the slap he landed on your ass echoing through the shower. You could feel the desperate ache of your cunt begging for him to fill you as the sharp sting remained long after his palm had left your ass.

“Beg me to fuck you,” Matt ordered.

“Please, Matt,” you breathed out. “I’ve missed you all night. I was–was waiting for you to come home. Needed you.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

His hand drew back again before he landed another sharp slap against your ass. His palm lingered this time, briefly soothing the sting before he brutishly grabbed the soft mound of flesh and squeezed. Your eyes clamped shut, your ass pressing back into him in search of more.

“I need you,” you whined. “Need you to fill me, Matt. Fuck me until I can’t think–until I can’t walk.”

A pleased rumble sounded from him behind you, both of Matt’s hands playing with your ass he roughly kneaded the flesh between them. You could feel the slick steadily dripping down between your thighs now, your fingers uselessly gripping at the tile wall.

“Haven’t had enough of my cock?” he shot back. “Been fucking you all week and you still want more?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed out, nodding quickly. “Always want more. Always need you.”

Matt groaned loudly at your words, his hands sliding up from your ass to grip your hips. You felt him grind his hard cock against your ass and you soon realized how much he’d enjoyed hearing that.

“Please let me have you, Matt,” you begged, desperation creeping into your voice. “Please fuck me. I need you, baby. Need to feel you inside of me. No one–” a surprised gasp fell out of you as two of his fingers began teasing your entrance. “No one makes me feel as–as good as you do,” you panted out, eyes closing when he dipped his fingers inside of you.

“So wet for me,” he growled out.

You felt him abruptly thrust both thick digits all the way into you and your forehead dropped forward against the shower wall. A cry slipped out of you as a warm wash of bliss flooded your body at finally receiving something from him. Matt’s mouth came down to your shoulder, his teeth sinking firmly into your skin as a snarl rippled out of him. There was nothing gentle about the way he continued fingering you against the tile wall, though. Every aggressive pump emitted a loud, squelching noise as your hands helplessly clawed at the tile, your ragged breaths loud in your own ears. Matt’s teeth released your shoulder a few moments later, his lips just grazing your earlobe.

“I didn’t say you could stop begging,” he reminded you. “And you aren’t cumming yet, sweetheart.”

His fingers slipped out of you and you whined instantly at the loss of contact. Your body aching with desire, you spun around to see Matt had backed away from you. Inevitably your eyes dropped down from the lustful expression on his face to the particular appendage you most desired. Tongue slipping out to wet your lips, you stared longingly at him.

“You want it?” he asked.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Then show me,” the gravelly voice of the Devil demanded.

Taking a step towards him, you quickly sunk down to your knees on the wet floor before him. Without hesitation, you eagerly took him into your mouth, your nails running along his thighs as you did. One of Matt’s hands landed on the back of your head, fisting your hair firmly in his grip as he held on tight. His other hand roughly cupped a breast as he bent forward, firmly kneading the flesh in his hand. He loosed a loud moan that echoed in the shower, the warm spray falling over the pair of you as you vigorously sucked his cock. You couldn’t resist the urge to press your thighs together at the sound of his pleasure, your hips absently rocking as you searched for friction. But that only encouraged Matt’s grip to tighten on your hair.

“I told you that you cum when I say or you don’t cum at all,” Matt warned. “Are you going to listen to me?”

You immediately stopped your movements, humming an affirmative noise in response that had Matt moaning out as it vibrated against his cock. You knew how much that affected him every time you did it. One well placed moan while he was in your mouth could have him cumming instantly.

His grip eased on your hair. “That’s my good, sweet girl,” he praised. “Now show me how bad you want me.”

Friday

Standing shoulder to shoulder with Matt at the bedroom closet–and trying your best to ignore his distracting presence as he stood clad in nothing but a pair of his black boxers–you undid the top buttons of the blouse you were planning to wear to work, sliding it off the hanger. Beside you, Matt's hands slowly ran over the various tags on the different hangers of his suits. Your gaze flickered towards them at the movement, watching the way his fingers deliberately ran over the braille of each tag while he searched for the suit he was going to wear today. Every morning when he did this it always held your attention for far longer than necessary, and you swore he intentionally read slower because he knew.

Your tongue slid out, wetting your lips as you blinked hard and forced yourself to tear your attention away from his hands. With a hard swallow, you tried to focus back on getting yourself ready for work. Putting your arms through the sleeves of your blouse, you shifted your attention downwards as you began buttoning it up. Though you'd barely buttoned a handful of buttons before you heard Matt huff out an amused breath beside you.

Fingers pausing their movement, your gaze gradually slid up towards Matt's face. There was a self-satisfied smirk on his lips as he slid his arms into the sleeves of his dark blue dress shirt, his bottom half still clad in his black boxers as he stared back at you. Quirking a brow at him as he stood beside you, you had a feeling you knew what that look was about.

"We can make time, sweetheart," Matt said, his gaze dropping down as he also began buttoning up his own shirt now. "I told you that earlier."

Unable to stop yourself, your eyes dropped down to his fingers, watching as they deftly slid a button through the hole in his shirt before they slowly shifted to the button above it, repeating the action. It was a moment before you realized your own fingers were still holding onto the button you’d stopped on of your blouse. Clearing your throat, you once again tore your eyes away from his hands, but you couldn't deny there was a part of you considering his offer now.

"I told you, I can't be late for work, Matt," you repeated for the fourth time this morning.

"There's been an attempted robbery near fifty-sixth and tenth," Matt informed you. "Police apprehended the suspect, but you could always use it as an excuse. Foot traffic is slowed because they’ve had to block off the area." He shrugged a shoulder. "Tell Ellison it slowed you down on your walk to work. That you were investigating for a possible story. He won't know you were actually late because we had sex."

"Matt," you whined, hands dropping to your sides as you turned completely towards him. "How are we going to ever accomplish anything living together if we can't keep our hands to ourselves for a single day?"

Matt chuckled, his hands falling from his own partially buttoned shirt as he copied your movements, turning and facing you. "I am absolutely not complaining about the increase in sex,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes before crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m serious, Matt,” you grumbled. “We need to figure out a way to take a bit of a breather.”

“If I recall correctly, you’re the one who woke up aroused,” Matt pointed out.

“Because you were humping my ass, Matt,” you countered.

“Because you were moaning my name in your sleep and literally dripping, sweetheart,” Matt snapped back. “You think it’s that easy for me to just ignore that?” He took a step towards you, towering above you with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw. “This whole place permanently smells like your pheromones and half the time it smells like your arousal when you’re just looking at me. I can barely breathe without getting turned on and wanting to fuck you.”

Something stirred within you at his words and that edge to his voice. It wasn’t fair that you found him sexy when he got irritated, but admittedly you hadn’t thought about how you living here would constantly affect him. You hadn’t thought about the way your scent would mix with his and turn him on–something he’d been telling you the other day–or how he’d often have to smell you aroused and have that scent lingering in the apartment all the time, too.

“You’re getting aroused right fucking now, too, I can smell you,” he pointed out.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered automatically.

Matt’s expression fell instantly at the tone of your voice, the tension easing out of his shoulders as he ran a hand across his mouth. Shaking his head, he focused back on you. “Don’t–don’t apologize, sweetheart. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. You’re not doing anything wrong.”

“You’re right though,” you agreed. “You do pick up on all these other things that I don’t and I can’t imagine how difficult it is for you to not act on anything. Because I have a hard time refraining sometimes. And it–it doesn’t help that I love you and I just always want to be with you like that. And there’s the whole, you know, excitement of everything,” you admitted shyly.

A grin tentatively slipped back onto Matt’s face as he hummed out a curious noise. “Excitement of what, exactly, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Of us living together,” you answered nervously. “Waking up and falling asleep next to you all of the time. Spending our evenings together. And our weekends. And–and what living together might mean for the future,” you added softly.

Matt’s hands reached out, smoothing the hair from your face before both of his large palms cradled it between his hands. He lowered his forehead towards yours, his eyes closing as he did.

“You’ve been thinking about the future?” he whispered.

“Yes,” you answered.

“And that’s also why you’re such a horn dog yourself this week?” he teased.

You couldn’t resist the snort of a laugh that fell out of you, Matt’s smile only widening on his face at the sound.

“In very simple terms, yes,” you admitted, eyelids lowering as you felt his thumbs brushing back and forth along your cheeks. “But also, I’m not used to seeing you wander around fresh out of the shower performing domestic tasks. Honestly, the fact that you clean is a turn on in itself.”

“I see the bar isn’t very high for you,” Matt teased.

“I guess not,” you joked back.

Silence fell between the pair of you as you both stood there in front of the closet, Matt’s forehead still pressed to yours as his hands still cupped your cheeks. You became very aware of the increase in your pulse and the way Matt’s lips had parted, his hot breath rolling out of his mouth and landing against yours. Swallowing hard, your hands reached up, slowly grasping onto Matt’s forearms and rumpling the fabric of his dress shirt. Matt’s nose lightly bumped yours, the gesture causing your lips to involuntarily part.

“I’m sorry for being an ass this morning,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. “It just takes a lot to resist the pull I have for you.”

“I’m sorry for not initially being more understanding,” you murmured, hands sliding up to grip his biceps. “Didn’t realize how hard it would be for you to adjust to me being here.”

Matt’s lips connected to yours for a moment, lingering in a sweet kiss. Your grip tightened around his arms in response before he pulled away from you just a fraction.

“I love having you here,” he assured you. “Please don’t think otherwise.”

“I know,” you whispered, lips drawing into a smile. “You tell me that at least ten times a day, Matty.”

He leaned forward, placing a peck to your lips that had you giggling.

“Just want to make sure you know,” he replied.

“We uh, we do need to figure out the constantly being distracted by sex thing though,” you told him. “Because it’s–it’s getting a little out of hand.”

Matt hummed out a noise of agreement before he turned the pair of you just a bit to your left and began to walk you backwards. Your brows furrowed together as he did, watching as Matt’s lips drew into a playful smile. It was only a few steps before you felt your back hit the wall beside the closet.

“We do need to figure that out,” Matt agreed huskily.

His hands slid their way down your neck, continuing their descent over your exposed chest where your bra was on display because your blouse still remained unbuttoned, eventually making their way down to your hips. His face was hovering just a few inches from yours now, that familiar look of desire darkening his eyes as they stared hungrily back at you.

“But maybe we can figure it out this weekend,” he suggested. “Because right now all I can think about is fucking you against this wall.”

As if to emphasize his point, his hips rutted forward into you with just enough force that your back hit the wall and a gasp slipped out of your lips. You’d certainly noticed how hard he was through his boxers and your eyelids fluttered shut as you whispered a curse.

“Just be late for work this once,” he pleaded. “I’ll make it worth it.”

Bottom lip rolling between your teeth as Matt ground his hips forward into you again, you took a moment to consider his offer. Truthfully your cunt was sore from the use it had gotten this past week since you’d moved in with Matt, and even some of your muscles were sore from all of the different positions he had managed to contort you into throughout the week. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t mind going into work today and being this wound up the entire time, because you knew you’d be kicking yourself for not taking Matt up on his offer.

Resigning yourself to the only outcome that you knew was going to come of this, you sighed and released your hold on Matt, unbuttoning your blouse as Matt flashed a triumphant smile back at you. His own hands were quick to undo the few buttons he had managed to button on his shirt.

“Just don’t make me so late that the robbery story won’t be believable, Matty,” you told him. “I don’t need your dick getting me fired.”

He laughed, pulling his dress shirt off and tossing it somewhere behind himself near the bed. “Noted, sweetheart,” he replied, sliding his boxers down his thighs.

You’d barely removed your own underwear, not even having a chance to undo your bra, before Matt had scooped you up in his arms and shoved you back into the wall. There was a devilish smile on his lips and a dark gleam in his eyes as he maneuvered you in his arms, freeing a hand to line his cock up with your cunt that admittedly had been soaked since you’d woken this morning. You moaned when the tip of him pushed into you, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“That’s it,” Matt praised, gradually sinking you down onto his cock. “That’s my good, sweet girl. Let me make you feel good. You want that, don’t you?”

Your head rolled back against the wall, breath already coming in shallow. “Yes.”

You felt the slow slide of his cock as he dragged himself almost entirely out of you, but then in one swift, powerful thrust, his hips snapped forward and his cock plunged all the way back into you. Your eyes clamped shut, a cry of pleasure tearing from you as he hit that spot deep inside, the delicious sting causing your walls to squeeze him. Matt groaned out, his hips slowly moving backwards before he roughly slammed into you again, your head lightly bumping back into the wall behind you.

“Want you to think about this later, sweetheart,” Matt told you. “When you’re stuck at work, frustrated over the story I know you’ve been stressed about.”

He slammed himself back into you and you cried out again, goosebumps raising along your arms at the sound of his voice. Your hands slid up the back of Matt’s neck, making their way into his hair and gripping the strands roughly between your fingers.

“Just remember I’ll be here when you come home,” he grunted out, thrusting himself inside you again. “I’ll always be here.”

“Fuck–Matty,” you whimpered out, back arching along the wall as his pace increased. “I love you.”

His eyes closing tightly shut at your words, his hips stuttered momentarily before he readjusted his grip on you. Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead to yours again, grunting with each sharp snap of his hips as he continued to fuck you.

“I love you, too,” he breathed out, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I love you so fucking much.” His fingers dug into your hips and thighs as he fucked you harder into the wall. “I’m all yours, sweetheart. Always yours.”

Roughly you tugged his mouth down towards yours, kissing him hard as your fingers tightened around the fistfuls of his hair. Matt was kissing you back with a ferocious need, the kiss all tongue and teeth. Loud, throaty moans filled the bedroom, mingling with the sounds of skin on skin as Matt continued to mercilessly fuck you into the wall beside the closet. All thoughts of work and needing to keep your hands to yourselves were completely lost from either of your minds as you cried out his name through the bedroom.

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Ghost x Reader

~Keep in mind I have no idea how anything in the military actually works but this is just for fun so please ignore any errors. Thank you

It had been a long day of training and the team were visibly exhausted.

The last thing to do was an obstacle course with a 30ft high wall to climb with a bell at the top, signalling the ‘win’. All of this while wearing full gear and armour.

You were a sweaty mess under the blazing heat of the sun. The gear and armour felt like chain shackling you to the ground. You wanted nothing more than to strip right down and gulp a large ice water. But now wasn’t the time.

First, you had to win.

Because the wall was only wide enough for 2 people at a time, you waited and watched as the others on your team handled the wall. They made it look easy, climbing up fast like spiders. It was rather awe-inspiring. You knew the reality was that those guys were probably seeing spots, ready to collapse to the ground but not before hearing the sweet sound of victory.

Finally, it was your turn and you were teamed with…Ghost. He’d purposely waited back as the others went, even surprising you by not challenging his pal Soap.

He looked over at you, breathing hard but steady. He nodded once and approached the wall. You followed. This challenge had just ramped up to 1000 instantly. You knew it was a slim shot to beat the Lieutenant but by god was you gonna try.

There were no safety measures in place here, as you’d expect while on a mission. There was tree bark around the wall which would break some of the fall but generally it was unlikely anyone would fall.

You got into a ready stance and allowed your eyes to follow the path upward. It looked a lot taller from down here but already a plan was forming as your eyes scanned the foot holds.

Price counted down. A whistle blew and you kicked off from the mud, hitting the wood wall hard. You wanted to look around to see your progress, look over at Ghost and see if he was ahead of you but you were no rookie. Not anymore. You focused on your grips and your footholds, up, just keep going.

Suddenly spots appeared in your vision but you kept going. Up, up. No, why am I slowing down? You thought. You hardly felt the gear in your haste and determination to win so that couldn’t be it.

While you were contemplating the reasons while trying to make your body move, you didn’t notice that Ghost had slowed down and was watching you from above. He climbed slow, probably hoping you’d find your rhythm again.

You reached out to grab a foot hold but your hand landed on nothing. Your foot lifted automatically to follow but with nothing to pull you up, you slipped down, catching yourself quickly.

Fuck, at least my reflexes are still working, you thought.

“You good?” Ghost’s voice called down to you.

You tried to respond but your mouth was too dry.

Stuck in the same spot, trying to recover yourself, you couldn’t help but notice that Ghost had stopped on the wall. There was still a chance to win so you heaved yourself body off the wall and went to climb again.

“Stop!” Ghost called out. Your vision was fading in and out, your body felt hot and cold and you could just make out Ghost’s voice next to you.

“Climb back down.” He instructed. “You’re gonna pass out, climb back down. Slowly.”

You shook your head. “No.” You croaked. “I can do it. I can win. Let me try.”

“So you can pass out and fall? I don’t fancy that call to the medic.” He pointed out.

“Please. I’ll be fine. I just need a second.” But your vision was fading faster. You were really gonna pass out.

“Back down. That’s an order, recruit.” Ghost’s voice was strong. There was no saying no to him.

“Yes, sir.” You said softly and begin your slow decent to the ground. Ghost stayed close but didn’t touch you, not until you were in the ground and your legs gave out.

He gripped your arm to stop you falling and took you across the field.

You wanted to ask where he was taking you but the look in his eye made you stop.

“Have you eaten today?” He asked suddenly, his voice much softer but still with that authority.

You hesitated to answer. “Yes?”

“When?”

“Uh…well, I had breakfast.”

He slowed and glanced back at you, frowning.

“We had that break. You didn’t eat then?”

“I…I felt sick so…no.” You wanted to lie but knew it would be fruitless.

He tutted and made his way through the building to…the cafeteria?

“Sit.” He brought you to a nearby table and you sat down, sighing with relief. You put your head down on the table for just a second and Ghost was already back.

“Tea and toast?” You asked, looking at the stacked plate, mug of dark tea and bottle of water with condensation dripping down the sides.

“I know you’ll eat them. So eat.” He sat perpendicular to you and folded his arms on the table, watching you.

You sighed, already sitting inside, out of the sun was making you feel much better.

You grab the bottle, ripping it open and easily downing half of it in 2 gulps. You close your eyes briefly and sigh.

Eyeing up the toast, you pull the plate close and take a bite, followed by finishing the 4 full slices of toast in record time. By then the tea was the perfect to drink. You savoured this and then finished the rest of the water.

“Looked like you needed that.” Ghost’s tone was much lighter now. All while you are he said nothing, just watched you. You almost forgot he was there he was so still.

“I’ll say.” You breathe, feeling very tired now.

“We can re-do that wall climb tomorrow at dawn.” He stood up from the table.

“I could have beat you, you know.” You joke, knowing you really probably couldn’t. As big as he was, he was bloody fast.

“Well find out tomorrow if ya can. Come on. You need rest.” He started to leave and you followed, wandering if he was really going to walk you all the way to the dorms.

“I called the medic while you were passed out on the table. She’ll look after you.”

“I’m okay now, really.” You argued, standing outside the medical centre.

“I’m telling you, you need rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that, he walked away, leaving you at the door. You watched him go. He hardly looked all that tired, even after 8 hard hours of training.

“I’m definitely beating you tomorrow. If not then, someday. You just watch me.” You mumbled to his fading back.

“What?” The medic, who was standing in the doorway spoke, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Oh. Nothing. Ghost sent me here.”

“Of course. Come in. How are you feeling?” She asked, but your attention caught the last glimpse of Ghost before he turned a corner.

#cod simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost drabble #cod ghost #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost #simon riley drabble #simon riley fluff #simon riley mw2 #cod simon riley #simon riley imagine #simon riley cod #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley

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lady-owl · 11 months

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Some more fan art of Director Clavell / クラベル校長 (as he appears in Pokemon Scarlet) as I absolutely love drawing him and he’s my fav Pokemon SV character. I definitely have more fanarts planned with him (and several of the other SV characters, too).

This one took a lot longer than I had planned, as it started off as a 3/4 body illustration on the same canvas as my previous Nemona drawing (you might remember the WIP I posted while ago of a cropped shot of the two of them), and I was only gonna do some basic windows behind him... but it evolved into a full body + background in the end because I couldn’t help myself. OTL

Since I spent so much time on this with all the little details everywhere, I’ll be sure to post some close ups, too.

Here’s hoping we get to see him in the Pokemon Horizons Anime. *fingers crossed* 🍊 🧡 We’re finally in Paldea! I’m so excited.

★ [More of my Pokemon fan art here] ★

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spadesolace · 4 months

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till the end of the line

sometimes, valentine’s is just this day to celebrate with your loved ones, nayeon being your number one both as your best friend in college who pulled you out of the mess with sana, knowing your promise with mina and admitting that she had a promise with her first love. you never knew that valentine’s could be the day you ask the question.

warning/s: mentions of nudity, fwb, and alcohol

you’ve gone through quite a lot in terms of love life.

your first love who went back to Japan without any contact right after.

your second love played with your heart and you ended up dating your best friend.

now, the one you’re currently dating – the one as you would say, is right in front of you as you put one knee down and a ring in your hand at the rooftop of your house. how did you end up here?

miyeon was quite the experience but she wasn’t the one you had been looking for. a year of dating each other ended up just agreeing to remain friends – a part of you never truly loved her.

it was during your hangouts with mingyu and bangchan at one of the clubs near your place that you ended up meeting her. she was talking with mingyu when you noticed her, knowing full well that by the end of the night she’ll be wrapped around his finger like many of the girls he had managed to talk to. except, she was making her way to you as mingyu pointed at you with a huge smile on his face.

“hi.”

“hi… is there something i could do for you?” confusion was evident in your face as nayeon smiled at you followed by her laughing, you couldn’t hear her that much as you read her lips.

“you’re cute.” who knew a few shots of vodka, soju, and a glass of gin and tonic would lead you to your current relationship. despite waking up with a hangover, clothes everywhere, and your naked bodies cuddling under her comforter, to which her dog woke you up by barking at you. you fell for her. that same week, you treated mingyu to lunch.

although you didn’t immediately start dating, you found out nayeon was studying in the rival university taking psychology and being in a relationship wasn’t your priority at the time. you ended up as friends… with benefits.

6 months of seeing each other naked, stolen kisses, late night calls, and sometimes a bit domestic – you told her that you wanted to try. there was no harm to it as nayeon had developed feelings for you.

the first date wasn’t that bad, it was in fact perfect according to her. a dinner and a movie, classic date option and you enjoyed it as much as nayeon did. that was the first of many dates to come. you never expected a girl from a club that your friend played as your wingman would lead to you having a girlfriend who you plan on spending the rest of your life with.

sure, Valentine's day is quite a cliche way to propose to your girlfriend of 5 years. but, you’ve gone through a lot with nayeon within those years; having to understand the trauma from your second love, or the fact that your first love is close friends with her.

nayeon has her good and bad days, she has her red flags but the green flags are much more evident than her flaws that she has changed within the years. your relationship isn’t perfect in any way, you both have your issues but at the end of the day – you’re growing with her.

here you are on valentine’s day at the rooftop of your house, a blanket laid perfectly on the floor with your phone connected to the speaker and a few hidden cameras recording the moment. like your first date, it’s simple, which is why nayeon likes it.

even in your silly little ment about how you’ve spent years together and having to start as friends with benefits, you see your future with her.

“im nayeon, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

“you’re still stupidly cute, and yes. a hundred times yes.”

you’ve learned that there are three types of love within your life.

the puppy love, you have mina to thank for letting you believe in love only for your heart to be shattered.

the hard love, sana might have caused you quite the trauma but nevertheless you loved her despite it.

and the one, to which you’re glad that nayeon was the girl you’ll spend the rest of your life with. a simple diamond engagement ring on her finger as she kissed you on the rooftop.

“i love you.”

“i love you more.”

“that is up for debate, y/n.”

#nayeon x reader #nayeon scenarios #twice nayeon #im nayeon #nayeon #twice #twice x reader #nayeon imagines #twice imagines #valentines day #AGAIN IK ITS LATE HUHU

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la-imp · 1 year

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AVATAR RECOM HEADCANONS - INTRO

Recoms!Deja Blu Unit - Science"Puke"! Reader

This is my first headcanon series and I am incredibly nervous because there are so many good ones out there already. I have read quite a few amazing headcanon series by various blogs who practically carry the whole Avatar Fanfic scene, which I am really grateful for! I know these sorts of scenarios have been done a lot by now, but I wanted to get one out and put my own spin on it. I hope to write more and update this series as well as take in requests, one-shots, etc, expanding on the characters as much as I can. I hope you enjoy! Avatar has consumed my life, lol...

Disclaimer: I do not own AVATAR, nor do I own its creative properties and original characters. I do, however, own the 'reader' character as well as other created figures that do not appear in the Avatar films, video games, or comic books. Characters involved: Miles Quaritch, Lyle Wainfleet, Alexander Ja, Mansk, Zdindarsk aka Z-Dog, Zhang, Lopez, Fike, Warren, Walker, Prager, Brown - mentions of Jake Sully

Plot Summary: The story takes place during the events of TWOW, right before the great reef battle. I won't spoil any crucial plot details (for those who haven't watched the movie yet), so I'll end it there. The reader is a militant medic with a biochemistry background, now assigned special care to ensure Project Phoenix's success. As their body chemistry is quite different and unique from that of humans, they require some help getting used to their new vessel. This is where you come in... and boy... you were not prepared for this. A bunch of Na'vi Human hybrids at the peak of their prime, fuelled by hormonal rage, primal instincts, and a knack for vengeance, they sure as hell turned your daily life topsy turvy. To them, you were nothing more than another science puke here to bore them out of their minds, even though you had some military training as well. It is up to you to show them otherwise. To earn a place in their ranks.

Will (y/n) be able to handle this task or eventually fold like the others?

Warning(s): Cursing - Mild bullying - Negging - Foul language - Playful flirting

Content: SFW (Minors DNI) The reader is human and female. I plan to write specific headcanons for each individual character, but this was just a very long and detailed starter in order to get the ball rolling. Also this is not proof-read, so take this with a grain of salt. Happy reading! (also English is not my first language, so please bear with me) ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Hailing from a gentle background of academics and artists, you've decided to take a completely different route from what your family had destined for you. Going against their wishes and dissapointing a few members here and there was a price you were willing to pay in order to fulfill a lifelong dream. The prize of independence. Or perhaps you were tired of people telling you what you could and couldn't do. The idea of an adventure, exploring new worlds and galaxies, far far away from home was far more attractive than spending your years trying to fix a dying planet. But you also had a knack for helping and aiding those in need. Being a healer with a vast background of medicine and herbs only came natural to you. And as you graduated top of your class, you sought a new challenge. So you joined the space force. Military training was hard but you managed adquedately. And as you finally becamea full-fledged medic, you signed a contract with the RDA to be shipped off to Pandora.

Save to say, the six years of light-year travel did take a toll on your body. It was often emphasized that dreams do not occur during cryo sleep. Yet, your case was the opposite. Over and over you saw visions of a lush, prehistoric forest that almost looked magical and foreign. Due to overpopulation and pollution, nature seized to exist altogether back on earth, so thinking of what this mythical Pandora may look like, sparked a fire in the pits of your stomach. You began to wonder if these dreams held any meaning to them... or if it was just your brain chemistry running haywire during the cryogenic sleep. The closer you got, the giddier you grew - excited and electrified at the idea of setting foot on one of the most precious planet known to man. Perhaps in the entire universe.

After your space shuttle finally docked at the RDA's space station, you were quickly briefed on your assignment by the announcers, guiding you to the nearest secretary. The secretary looked over her glasses and tossed you an illegible glare before sighing with a shake of her head, handing you your paperwork. "May God have mercy on you," she mumbled before calling for the next candidate. You took the papers hesitantly, brows furrowing in confusion before your eyes cast down on on these said documents. Your eyes widened as your heart nearly sank. You were assigned to assist military Avatar personnel? You looked back up at the lady who was now grinning at you, a glint playing in her gaze. "Fresh meat for the grinder. It's a bit crass they decided to assign a small girl such as yourself to help these beasts," You slowly nodded, an awkward semi-smile forming on your lips, "I guess I like a challenge," you said, tone matching her sarcastic one. You have studied them for three years now, after all. You were prepared.

A few labcoats accompanied by a good portion of cleanroom suits were helping you find your way before passing you your exopack mask. It was the first time you'd ever seen one of those from up close. The concept of not being able to breathe the atmosphere was somewhat daunting. But it was something you had to get used to if you wanted to survive Pandora's 'Adapt or Die' rules. Wasting no time, you quickly strapped them on and secured the clasps, allowing the small piece of machinery to flood your nostrils with fresh oxygen. Impressed, you found it was much clearer and cleaner than that of Earth's... sadly enough. You then remembered the comment from the secretary earlier on, echoing in your mind over and over again until it festered in the back of your subconscious. Anxiety began to take a hold of you, shaking your confidence ever so slightly.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply, you then issued a curt nod to your superiors who lastly gave you a clipboard, detailing all of your duties and rank among the Recom unit members. "Ready, greenhorn?" Dr. Vasquez piped up, drawing you from your trance. You blinked at him with a wide-eyed deer-caught-in-headlights look, lips parting, "Y-yeah." he chuckled in response to your nervousness before slapping a hand on your shoulder in confidence. "Don' worry, they may look very scary at first glance, but you will soon realize they are professionals just like us, alright?" You nodded, swallowing the lump down your throat before clamping the board beneath your armpit. "Alright then kiddo, let's rock'n'roll," he said with a smirk before punching in a security code to unlock the doors to the decompressors.

The air was filtered to fit the atmosphere of the recoms. Which was in turn, extremely toxic to humans. Unconscious in twenty seconds - dead in four minutes. The prospect didn't sound like very glamorous death. As the door opened, a hiss emitted from the pressure, giving way to the bright light of the sun peaking through the glass windows. Vasquez marched forward before beckoning you to join him. Upon entering, the energy of the room immediately shifted. It was almost palpable to the touch.

A good part of your confidence was chipped away once you laid your eyes on your future teammates. Breath nearly caught in your throat. To say they were tall was a big understatement. They were huge - as a matter of fact - larger than life! Nothing could've prepared you for this. Most of them stood at around ten feet and nearly scraped the ceilings if they hadn't been adjusted to meet their physiology. You continued to saunter forward, one tentative step at a time, eyes still glued to their physiques without so blinking an eye. Their bodies were even more strange, striking you with awe. Slender, graceful, svelte, yet powerful. The complexion was a deep cyan or darker powder blue, decorated in interesting patterns and luminescent dots, all accompanied by a long prehensile tail that idly swung from side to side, giving them a more animalistic edge. They were all broad-shouldered, even the women, as you scanned the room with all the blue-skinned individuals lurking about, their poise signifying a certain strength and fortitude that of a warrior. They could easily toss a person across the room and break every single bone in their body with one blow if they wished.

Eyes were striking like molten gold peering from the shadows, intensely following your every move. Their previous chatter immediately died down as their eyes glued to you and the other scientists. Vasquez took his position next to someone who seemed much more commanding and authoritive compared to the rest. He stood slightly taller and wore a khaki tanktop, exhibiting a set of toned, muscular arms placated on his hips. You caught a glimpse of his tattoo on his left arm. A black eagle. A remnant of his previous life? Or something to distinguish himself from the others, perhaps?

The way he walked with a certain swagger, taking a stance next to Vasquez, sharp yellow eyes peering into the hall, had you nearly choke on your own saliva. He was an intimidating man, "As you all know, we are sent here to accomplish a mission that we couldn't last time. To hunt down and terminate the leader of the Na'vi insurgency, Jake Sully. And in order to ensure our success, we have been assigned our personal medical officers who specialize in Na'vi physiology. They make sure none of us step out of line and patch us up during missions. Treat 'em with respect, ya hear? They are as much our responsbilities as we are theirs," his tone was a low, commanding drawl, hinting at his possible origin back from Earth. He also sounded a tad older than his bio stats suggested.

"Wait, we're going to have these science pukes tag along?" Someone groaned in the background.

Doctor Vasquez nudged you with his elbow before whispering something into your ear. So he was the colonel. Colonel Miles Quaritch. The leader of the first recombinant unit Deja Blu, the first Avatar squad produced by Project Phoenix. Vasquez then nodded and brought you and another male medical officer. Thankfully you weren't alone. And as you peeked into the crowd, practically feeling their eyes rake over your forms in a very scrutinizing manner, you wished there were more human scientists to accompany you. "Listen up Recoms," Vasquez announced, matching Quaritch's energy. Which you had noticed, was now glancing at you over his shoulder with a lazed stare. You quickly turned away, hating that all of their attention was on you now. Just great. "Those are your new medical officers," he gestured to both you and your counterpart, earning him a few whispers and hushed conversations between the Na'vi hybrids. The heavily tattooed individual grunted loudly, expressing a clear distaste at the fact.

You watched as the one with the camo cap began to chuckle before leaning over to the tattooed female with the mohawk, gossiping something into her ear. Your eyes narrowed at her, hoping to God they weren't talking shit about you. The male medic next to you semed quite nervous himself, almost glistening with a faint sheen of sweat whenever the light hit his complexion. Oh man... what a great start. "This here is Mr. Ryan," Vasquez said confidently and clamped a hand on his shoulder before pulling you to his side with a toothy grin, "And this is Miss (y/n). They're going to do a quick checkup on your vitals before we make land on Pandora. Their status reports will affect your mission. If you have any further questions regarding any of that, feel free to ask them. Good luck and have fun," he said before departing, giving you a two-finger salute before vanishing out the door.

For a moment, you wished he hadn't abandoned you so soon, but as you stood there, again with the hundred yard stare, you instantly began pulling out your clipboard, training your eyes on the papers rather than the giant soldiers around you. Quaritch cleared his throat before stepping forward, closing in on your proximity. The heat practically rolled off of him. Almost radioactive in a sense. "Right. Welcome to the crew," he said as a deep rumble of chuckles resonated within the hall. You flicked your attention back on them, seeing as their expressions turned from scrutiny to amusement. The one with the hat flicked his chin toward Ryan, "So you get to touch us all around?" Ryan nodded cautiously, "Yes, in a sense. We need to do some physical checkups to make sure your bodies haven't mutated or caught any diseases on the way here and-"

"So you're gonna be cupping my big blue balls, too?" he said, making an obscene gesture as the team burst out in synchronized laughter. Mr Ryan pursed his lips in frustration. You felt his pain, it was nearly palpable.

You were so not ready for this... "Shut your horny mouth, Ja!" one of the female recoms hollered, smacking him on the back of his head.

Judging by the 'joke', you came to the conclusion that they were full-blooded jarheads. You sighed before ticking something off your clipboard. "And what about her? Is she good with her small hands?" At this your eyebrows twitched before you began searching for the miscreant of this statement. Seeing as the one with the bandana had crooked a finger at you. "Man, she does look cute tho... tiny lil thing. What's good, mama?" their banter continued, slapping and fist bumping each other, having the time of their lives. What a fucking farce - you thought to yourself begrudgingly. The behavior reminded you of teenagers experiencing the surge of hormones for the first time. You couldn't believe Vasquez had vouched for their professionalism. Perhaps he was in on the joke as well. "Shut your pie holes. They're here to help, not entertain you, you fucking lowlifes. Treat'em with respect or I'll have your ass handed back to the infirmary, you get me?!" Quaritch's voice boomed, immediately silencing the lively chatter among his subordinates.

Looking over at the colonel, you saw his hardened, chiseled features directed toward you with an unreadable expression. His pointed ears were tucked back against his head as he issued you a small nod. You repaid him with the same respect and inclined your head in acknowledgment before moving on to your first patient. "Brown?" you said, louder than originally intended before you flicked your gaze around the room, searching for any response. "Steven Brown?" you repeated with a bit more clarity. The mohawk lady merely snorted with arms folded, watching you as you searched for your first victim. Suddenly a blue hand lifted, alerting you of your designated recom, seeing that he looked a little less grim and intimidating. Although equally large, he seemed a bit more approachable, in your eyes at least. With that being said, it wasn't exactly a joyride pushing and squeezing yourself through, as some of them actively made an effort of staying rooted to the spot, entertained at your slight struggle. You could have sworn hearing someone wolf whistle at you but you pushed those thoughts aside when you reached your destination.

He was slightly shorter than the rest, not that you could tell right away as he was seated on one of the benches slightly hunched over, his posture overly lax. Much like the others, he sported that classical short military haircut and fade. "Alright doc, whaddya got for me?" he drawled with a certain bite. You decided not to overanalyze everything, as you were already extremely nervous. You meanwhile scribbled down all of the data before setting the clipboard down, looking him in the eye. He remained there, sitting there in silence, monitoring you with a peculiar glint playing in his topaz irises. "Alright, Mr. Brown, could you please stretch out your right arm? I need to take some samples and check your haemogram if that is alright with you," you explained as you flashed him a polite smile while the convos in the background resumed.

Brown simply nodded and muttered a small 'sure thing' before complying with your wishes. Once he extended his appendage, you got a chance to examine it closely - realizing just how large and sinewy his arm was. The texture was interesting too, differing not much from human skin, save for the lack of arm hair. "Finding a vein shouldn't be a problem," you jest before pulling out a small device for blood sampling. It was not a syringe, but a highly advanced gadget that locked down on the skin cell before drawing a bit of blood. "Alright, just let me disinfect this real quick..." you continued before wiping the spot with a small disinfectant wipe, clearing it from any bacteria. The feeling of his skin was curious, smooth yet somehow rougher to the touch compared to human flesh. Pandora's rough climates had evolved them to become perfect survivors as even their skin was harder to penetrate. Brown tilted his head to the side, ears swiveling curiously when you placed the blood-letting machinery against the crook of his arm. A small pinch broke through his flesh, extracting only a few tiny droplets. "There we go, that's about it-" Before you could continue, however, you caught Brown sending you a mischievous wink. "Didn't hurt at all, doc."

"Got what ya need, Miss (y/n) or... did I get that right?" you felt blood rush to your cheeks, heating your face altogether. They were trying to rile you up on purpose now... "(Y/N) right, but just call me by my first name. No need for being formal," hoping it would somewhat diffuse the awkward tension between you and the recoms. However, things did not go as planned when Brown's brows lifted for a short moment before his ears rotated in your direction, more attentive than before. "Well good to know, (y/n), looking forward to working with ya," your breathing became heavy to his deliberate teasing as he allowed himself to lean forward. You nearly jumped at his sudden intrusion "So (y/n), what does my blood test say?" just then the analysis was completed, giving you a clear stats report on his bloodwork.

"So far so good... bloodwork looks normal. Cholesterol is in the green and.... well..." His face faltered a bit, "What?" "be sure to consume fewer sugary drinks or sweets but other than that, you're fine. Wouldn't want you to be the first adipose soldier on Pandora," his features continued to crack "You calling me fat, doc?" he said before warming up to a smirk. You leaned away from him to avoid his sudden boldness. "Nah, just reminding you to be on your best behavior if you want to keep up with the rest, alright?" Brown scoffed with a shake of his head as you took your clipboard with you, writing down all of the info as well as checking a few boxes. "I'll get back to you later, just need to do the same with.... uh.. Wainfleet?" you asked, squinting your eyes to spot someone a bit taller and a tad bit more athletic looking. He lacked hair, like some of the others as he wiggled his fingers at you flirtatiously, a crooked smile plastered on his lips. "The one and only," you grunted in affirmation, feeling some of the dread returning before you headed over.

A sudden ticklish sensation and force tugged at the crook of your knee, having you to stumble and nearly fall flat on your face. Walker clicked her tongue with a roll of her eyes, "Come on Kevin, leave the poor girl alone already!" Quaritch's nostrils flared when he caught Brown fucking with you. A move of his tail that hooked around your leg in order to trip you. "You better secure that shit, Brown before I clip that thing off, capiche?" He growled, causing Brown to stiffen immediately. Eventually, he lowered his head and ears ".... yes sir... sorry,"

You managed to calm your thundering heart as you eyeballed Brown with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. What an asshole. Is that how it was going to be all the time? Good lord... how much you began to regret signing up for this particular unit. "Mr. Wainfleet?" you said softly, approaching the man cautiously as he eyed you up and down with that same grin on his face.

"Call me Lyle, sweetums. Only my mother calls me Mr. Wainfleet. So.... here to check the goods? Or maybe even get a feel?" Lyle chuckled before flexing his built physique, making you watch his biceps bulge and swell. The action made your throat dry out like the Sahara desert. Just what in the world have you gotten yourself into...

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milawritesstuff · 1 year

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Hello may I request smut for pedri with virgin reader when they do it hurts a lot at the beginning and few others times because he’s too big for the reader (size kink maybe)?

A/N: It’s more like a first time with Pedri. Ill probably write a follow up. But I hope you like it. In my mind this is how sweet Pedri is lol.

Warnings: Smut ⚠️

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You opened your eyes and looked up at the white ceiling. The sound of Pedri sleeping next to you overcame you with peace. The typical sunny Barcelona outdoors had been overtaken by a random storm, the raindrops having caused you and Pedri to drift away into an afternoon siesta.

Pedri’s arms were still around you. You had no idea what time it was. It was still bright outside but you could not make sense of what was playing in Pedri’s television.

Pedri opened his eyes and with a low and groggy voice smiled at you “Hola Bonita.” You smiled back. “Hi sleepy head, I can’t believe we fell asleep.” He let go of you and sat up on the bed. “You know I love taking naps with you in my arms.” He said.

The two of you had planned a day together but any plans you had made were quickly shot down thanks to the rain. Pedri had mentioned going out for dinner but you both opted to order something to be delivered and instead of having to dress up you could stay in your comfy clothes.

Pedri found another show to watch and as soon as it started he leaned in closer to you once again, spooning you. His hands on your hips as you moved closer so that your butt was now making contact with him.

You couldn’t concentrate on the show. You and Pedri had been cuddling all day and you loved feeling him close to you. He took his hands off of your hip and instead used it to caress your hair and brush it off behind your ear, leaving your neck exposed. “Can I?” He asked as you nodded your head in agreement. His hand now going down your inner leg. Your breathing gets heavier because at the time you didn’t think there was any greater feeling than Pedri’s lips around your neck. “Mmm Pedri.” You manage to say as you closed your eyes and the enjoyed the moment.

You turn yourself to face him so that instead of leaving a trace of kisses around your neck he can now leave them on your lips. His kisses are soft and slow at first but eventually they become hungry and deep. Your hands on his hair, there was something about his hair that drove you wild, specially how messy it got after you tugged at it or he played a match. His hands now creeping slowly behind you to grope your ass and kneading it slowly. Your hands now trailing up and down his upper body feeling his marked abs and toned chest. You take his scent it, it was intoxicating. Your chest becomes tight and it becomes hard to breathe as as you lay there in between his arms.

The two of you shift around so that now he’s laying against his headboard and you are straddling him. The two of you continue to kiss as he grabs your ass and you begin to grind into him. You can feel him grow harder under you. The friction makes you feel so good.

This is the furthers the two of you have ever gone. The script usually ending in you leaving Pedri with a hard on but him telling you he didn’t mind. He would take care of it later. The two of you had been dating for about a year, your make out sessions usually going a little further every time but never as far as having sex. He was your first serious relationship. And he understood you weren’t ready yet, always respecting your decisions as a true gentleman.

You continued to kiss him as he lets out small and low whimpers. You grinding on him felt so good. He wanted to do nothing else but take all of your clothes off and make love to you but he knew better.

He tugs at your hair a little causing you to lean your head back and leaving your neck exposed to him. He loved to leave small love bites around your neck. It turned him on to think about your neck full of his bites when you weren’t with him. His hands now finding their way underneath your shirt. “Pedri” you manage to say. “I know, I know. I’m sorry.” He says as he begins to bring his hands down. You let go of him and quickly grab his hands “No, please don’t stop.”

Your lips parted, his eyes so close to yours you can see light brown sprinkled freckles in them. He stares at you. “What if I say I don’t want you to stop today, Pedri?” He looks at you with bewildered eyes. “Are you sure?” He says in a low husky voice. Your hands around his jaw which was now covered with stubble.

You nodded. “I’m ready.” He gulps. He has been waiting for this day and now he wasn’t sure it was truly happening. “I can keep on waiting. You know I’m happy just the way we are.” He says. “I know Pedri but I want this. I want you, all of you.”

Pedri’s lips come crashing down on yours. His hands up your shirt as he feels you up which quickly turns to him tugging at the hem of your shirt to take it off and throw it somewhere on his bedroom floor. You moan as he bites your bottom lip and he struggles to unclip your bra off.

Seconds later you find yourself laying on his bed as he hovers over you. His chest exposed. His lips trail down from your jawline to your neck. His hands groping onto your breasts. Eventually one of his hands trails down to rub you through your jeans. You moan, you’re a mess. Even this was further than you had ever gone. “Are you ready?” He asks and you nod.

He proceeds to take your pants off and stares down at you as he has you laying there in just your panties. “I can’t believe I’m going to make love to you.” He says and you smile. He unbuckles his jeans and pushes them down leaving him in his underwear with his hard dick eagerly pushing through the fabric. He spreads your legs and begins to kiss you. You can feel him against you. “Is this okay?” He says as he slips your underwear down and dips one finger into you. You had done this before but it felt different having someone else’s finger inside of you. You nodded as he pushed another finger in. “You’re so wet.” He says hungrily.

When he finally takes his underwear off your eyes widen. His dick is long and thick. You gulp not knowing how much it’s going to hurt but also excited with anticipation. “I’ll take it slow.” He says. “If you want to stop just let me know.” He left soft kisses against your thighs.

He moves back up and looks down at you with passionate eyes. He had already reached for a condom and put it on himself. You could feel his tip touching your core. Then you felt it push into you gently. You gasped as you felt his long length enter you. “Pedri, I can’t take anymore.” You say feeling a sharp pain and realizing he wasn’t even all the way in. He looks at you with his chest raising from his heavy breathing. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.” He says as he pushes further in. He carefully guides himself into you until he is fully in you.

You felt a tear fall from your eye. You could feel yourself stretched out for him. Him panting above you but your eyes were closed shut. “Is it okay?” He asked after a few seconds. “Yes, please move.” You beg him.

You try to stay relaxed as he pulls out and then pushes in once again. The discomfort begins to go away after a few thrusts. Your breathing becomes heavier. “What do I do?” You ask him as he continues to thrust into you. Pedri can barely say a word. He can feel you clenching around him. You’re so tight and he had not been like this with anyone in such a long time that he was trying so hard to control himself. “Just move with me baby.” His whisper sends a shiver down your spine.

He kisses you on the forehead as he thrusts into you. “Can I go faster or will it hurt?” He asks. You can still feel a slight pain but you need to feel him. “Go faster” You say.

He picks up his speed and begins to pant. Beads of sweat form on his forehead and upper lip. His cheeks red. Your pain slowly dissolves and you are overtaken with pleasure. Pedri moans and shuts his eyes in pleasure. You loved this sight, seeing him completely undone and not in control. You liked this. You claw onto his biceps and bite down on your lower lip afraid to make noise. “Don’t hold back baby.” He says when he notices. “It’s just you and me. I want to hear you moan.” Your nails dig into his skin. There’s something about this man that has always driven you wild and this intimate act was not the exception. He continues to go faster and faster as his breathing becomes increasingly fast. His chest quickly going up and down. His teeth dig into his bottom lip. “God you’re so tight.” He continues to say.

“Y/N I can’t. I’m about to come.” He says choked. Before you can say anything back to him or make sense of what he’s saying to you he moans loudly. You feel a new sensation, pressure building up in your stomach. And you moan loudly “Pedro!” Your moans make him lose his mind. He continues to push in and out of you. You become undone. Your back arches and you grip onto Pedri’s bedsheets. You hear him moan as well and yell out profanities. You continue to scream out his name as he collapses on top of you.

Pedri places a soft and delicate kiss on your forehead. “I love you Y/N.” He says. “I want to spend my whole life with you.” He goes on. “I love you Pedri.”

#pedri gonzalez #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri #Pedri smut #pedri is so damn hot #pedri requests #pedri blurb #Pedri one shot

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Star-Crossed

Chapter 19: Sirds

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 2.6k first|next a/n: none of this chapter was planned. it started with a thought of maybe putting a flashback in here and then this happened so lmfao enjoy my improv

You slowly came to, but immediately things were wrong. You knew you had just been shot, so at the very least you should be in an insane amount of pain. That, and you expected to be in the hospital or at least Pops’ house.

Not in the middle of some fucking flower field with no pain whatsoever.

Did you die? Is this heaven? Surely that was a mistake. With all the people you had killed, you didn’t think heaven was something you deserved. Hell, you weren’t even sure it existed. You’ve seen too much ugly in the world to think there was a god that would allow things like this to happen. But if it did, you definitely didn’t deserve it.

Maybe you were just hallucinating. In the depths of your own mind. Shit, maybe you were in a coma and this was all just a dream.

“Mamma?” You shot up, looking around as you heard a small voice. There was someone else here? You spotted a small child with their mother and your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes widened and you felt tears beginning to form.

You might not have seen her for nearly three decades and her features long since became a blur to you, but you knew your mother when you saw her. Everything seemed to come flooding back.

She was sitting with a smaller version of you in her lap. “Yes, stellina?” You felt yourself choke on a quiet sob as you heard the name she had always called you as a child. She was currently wiping away whatever you had made a mess of yourself with.

However, before you could answer, you heard a yelp and someone falling on the ground. You turned around, seeing your father slowly sitting up. He was younger and full of warmth.

“Papi!” Little you stood up, running over to where a younger version of your father had ate shit. You watched the scene unfold. Was this a memory? It wasn’t something that you could remember now. “Are you okay!?”

Your father sat up, laughing as he dusted himself up. “Yes, angelo. Nothing’s hurt but my pride.”

“Pride? Uh oh! Does it hurt a lot? What part of the body is that?” Little you frowned as you helped your father dust himself off. He just laughed, scooping you up into his arms and covering you in kisses to which you screamed and giggled. You felt a pang in your heart as this wasn’t the father you remembered. Your father never did anything like this as much as you wish he did. It was just cold training - always at arms’ length. Was this what he was like before? Had it really been so long that you’d forgotten?

“I’m sorry you were robbed of this.” You jumped and looked to your side as you saw your mother.

“Just know that these times with you and your father were the best in my life,” she continued with a serene look on her face as she watched little you with your father. “I didn’t know your father would die the same day that I did. You deserved so much better.”

You shook your head, sniffling and wiping away your tears. “It’s fine. There’s nothing much that we can do now.” You’d already accepted this fact. You’d moved on with the help of your loved ones. Speaking of which, you knew they were probably all worried right now.

Before you could think long about this, you felt hands on your face. You blinked, noticing your mother now standing in front of you, taking your face in her hands. You studied her face, burning each detail into your mind. You were determined to remember her this time.

“Just know, stellina, that I’m so proud of you. Despite everything that happened, you made a name for yourself and created a safe space for those who need it. I couldn’t be more over the moon with how you turned out.” There was sadness in her eyes. “I’m just sad I wasn’t able to be there to see it in person.”

She smiled, kissing your forehead. “But know, I’m always there with you, okay? You’re doing great.”

You were boardline sobbing now. You looked over as your father joined you. He was holding little you who was just watching. You didn’t know what your brain was doing right now, but it wasn’t fair. Why would it craft such a hallucination?

“I’m sorry, angelo.” You just stared at him, not knowing what to say. “You deserved more than what I have given you. Just know that the me out there isn’t me. It’s as if my soul died but my body just kept on living. All my worst parts.” He frowned deeply. “I’m sorry we left you, angelo. It wasn’t fair to you and that was never my intention.”

You just stared at him, not knowing what to say. What do you say to that? This man had your father’s face and was filled with a warmth that you’d long since forgotten, but at the same time, he felt like nothing more than a stranger.

“You have a choice, stellina.” You blinked, looking back at your mother. A choice?

“You can stay here with your father and I. Live the childhood and life you had been robbed of. You’d revert back to your smaller age, before everything happened. Your memories wiped clean and you’d know nothing but the warmth and joy you once did.” Your eyes widened and your head began to spin. Could you really do that? Could you really go with them and live the life that you’d long since forgotten and dreamed of?

“Or, you could go back. Go back to feeling pain and sadness. Feel the betrayal of everything that’s happened. Feel everything.”

You followed your mother’s gaze and you saw yourself in a hospital bed. You looked like you were sleeping, hooked up to multiple machines. You slowly walked over to yourself, looking you over. You looked like you were on death’s door. Everything must’ve caught up to you all at once. Not properly eating, the fighting, and then there was the whole getting shot twice thing - it made sense why you looked like that.

You looked from the hospital bed to your parents. Little you was gone now, the two of them standing there, watching you. Your heart was torn. You knew exactly what this choice actually tied to. Life or death. Were you going to let go and die, going into the afterlife with your parents? Or were you going to go back? Live life without them.

As much as you wanted to just let go and enjoy time with your parents, you knew you wouldn’t be able to. You knew that you’d never be whole. Yes, you longed for the times when you were younger. When things were simpler and happier but…you were finding your way now. You had a family now and these two were nothing but strangers to you now.

You weren’t sure that you’d fit in with them. Not to mention, this was all in your head, so that afterlife bullshit isn’t even a guarantee.

You felt someone squeeze your hand and you looked down. Little you was standing there with a large smile on their face. “Come on!” She pulled you towards your parents and you didn’t move. For a moment, you waivered. You could forget all the pain and sadness. You wouldn’t have to stress or worry anymore.

You suddenly heard someone say your name. You paused, looking around. It sounded like a whisper on the wind, you had almost missed it. You looked to your parents once more, they were standing there, waiting for your decision. Little you tugged on your hand again. “C’mon!” There was a slight whine to your little voice.

You heard your name again, more clearly this time. “Please. Come back to me.” You felt your chest tighten again and you turned, looking at the hospital bed again. You still laid there, looking even more withered than before. How much time has passed here? You were sure that time was passing faster out there.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes so you could think. You knew what you wanted. Deep down, you knew exactly what you were going to choose, but thinking about the other option was just that - a nice thought.

You couldn’t just leave. You couldn’t leave Pops and Marco. You couldn’t leave your hospital, your staff. You couldn’t leave Corazon. Sure, you hadn’t really grown up with much of a family, that much was clear now. You could see clearly and it was never full of love like you had previously thought. It wasn’t as warm and you weren’t as close with your father as you had thought. It had been nothing but a farce now that you looked at it. Everything was nothing more than a business deal at this point.

However, you did have a family. People who cared about you and you cared about them. You’d always considered them family and now they were your only family. Pops had taken you in when you had nowhere to go and raised you like one of his own. Marco had treated you like the sibling he never had and you treated him like your brother. They were your family.

Not only them, but also your staff at the hospital. You considered them an extension of your family. Sure, you got under each other’s skin from time to time, but you still cared for them. And Corazon. That sweet, sweet, clumsy man. Stumbled right into your life and into your heart.

You couldn’t just leave them. Sure, if you did, you’d forget all that pain and sadness. You wouldn’t even have your memories, but you couldn’t do that to them. You couldn’t just push all your negative feelings off on everyone else who was still living. That wouldn’t be fair to them. Besides, you knew you’d have another chance to see your parents again.

You looked back to your parents and smiled. “I would love nothing more than to come with you.”

“I’m sensing a but.” Your mother mirrored your smile. You chuckled softly, nodding. “But, I have a lot of things I need to take care of and my own clumsy man to go home to.” Your father laughed loudly at that one. Your mother let out a soft laugh as well. You knew they would’ve loved Corazon had they had the chance to meet him, just as you did.

“I know that once I live out my life and I die of old age, I’ll be back here and we can all meet back up again.”

“And make sure you bring the clumsy man too. I want to meet the man who’s won over my child’s steel heart.” Your mother grinned, grabbing your father’s hand.

“I expected nothing less. Just remember, we’re always with you and we love you so much, stellina. We couldn’t be more proud.”

A bright light flashed and they were gone. You felt yourself crying again, but you didn’t regret your decision. You turned, the scene around you changing. You were standing in the hospital room now, next to your bed. Just as before, you were laying in the bed, looking worse for wear. Only now you could see everyone else.

Corazon was in a chair right next to you, holding your hand and his head on your leg as he slept. Must’ve been the middle of the night. You saw Marco come in for a moment to check the machines before pausing. He looked down at you and you could see the worry and hurt in his eyes. You felt terrible for worrying everyone like this. You should’ve been more cautious. More careful.

“Don’t blame yourself.” You stopped, staring at Corazon who had shifted in his sleep. Was he sleep talking right now? How did he know? Was it just a coincidence? Linking of subconsciousness? Okay, maybe you needed to stop reading so many afterlife theory articles.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. “Doctor, you’re needed down the hall…are they doing any better?” You turned around, seeing Law in the doorway. Well, at least it seems that things have returned to normal. Everyone is able to work comfortably at the hospital again.

“Things haven’t changed. At this rate, we’ve tried everything. It’s up to y/n now. They’ve gotta fight the good fight and come back.” Marco sighed, giving a small chuckle. You could hear and see how exhausted he was. You knew he was running the hospital solo right now and that wasn’t easy. Sure, you’d done it before but this was your hospital. You’ve also had Marco to lean on the last few years, so it’d been a lot better. Now he was dealing with the brunt of things.

“Well, they need to hurry up and come back. I don’t know how much longer I can take of Cora’s moping.” Even though it was a statement that was supposed to be one of irritation, you could hear the concern in Law’s words. Seems like he cared in his own little way. “It’s been a month, how much longer could it take?” He frowned.

You blanched. A month? That’s how long you’ve been out? You were floored. Why the hell have you been out so long? Maybe the psychological effects of what Anthony has done to you locked you in your own mind. You didn’t necessarily process anything after it happened. You had completely shut down and then went into the heist without much time to actually go through everything. You’d read somewhere that trauma will do that and boy did you have tons of it.

“Who knows. Could be tomorrow, could be a year from now, hell, they could never wake up.” A deep frown set on Marco’s face for a moment before he shook it away. “But, they’re stronger than that, so I know it’ll be any day now.”

You had no idea what you did to deserve a brother like him, but you were glad he was in your life. He was your number one supporter just as you were his. Though, that title might be taken by Corazon soon enough.

You looked back at your body and you realized something. How the hell was this supposed to go? How did you get back into your body? You wanted nothing more than to go back. To wake up and put an end to everyone’s worries. To go back to the way things used to be. You groaned, burying your face in your hands as Marco and Law left the room.

After a moment, you removed your hands from your face. You walked over to yourself again. Was it just a simple touch? You weren’t sure what to do but that was all you could think of. You slowly reached out your hand, pausing for a moment, hovering over your own skin. What if this created some kind of paradox? No, that wouldn’t make sense. Yet again, what part of this did make sense?

You bit your lip, looking to Corazon sleeping next to you. He also looked incredibly rugged and not in the hot and sexy way. He looked like he hadn’t been eating well. Or sleeping well. You hoped that you’d be able to provide some relief in that. You took another deep breath, touching your own arm.

Then everything went black.

#and yes i cried while writing this bc that's what i do #but im also a dramatic bitch that cries during everything lmao #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #donquixote rosinante #donquixote rosinante x reader #donquixote corazon #corazon x you #rosinante corazon #corazon x reader #corazon #rosinante x reader #rosinante #am fics #sc

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Seo Changbin x thick female reader

Word count: 4k

Synopsis: When your new personal trainer finds out exactly why you've hired him he does EVERYTHING he can to help you with your body image issues.

A/N: 18+ only! The 4th installment of the thick reader series! I hope you all enjoy! Please reblog, like, comment, shoot me an ask if you do! I love hearing from you guys especially about this series! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Strong language/cussing, dry humping, oral (f receiving), a bit of spit play, protected piv sex, a bit of a strength kink if you squint, a little anal play but no penetration, cum shot, slighy Changbin dom/MC sub dynamic, praise/pet names (beautiful, baby etc). I think that is everything but if I missed something, please let me know and I will add it immediately!

You were a little nervous about your first session with the new physical trainer you had hired. He came highly recommended and you wanted someone, no NEEDED someone that would get you results. Quickly. It was a no brainer to go with him. You were sent an email before your first session outlining the first steps in his fitness plan for you. It also informed you there was a dress code to be followed and that when you were at the gym you were to be in workout clothes made of light material, that allowed for easy movement. There were a few other rules outlined like no food or drink on the workout floor except water, wiping down your own equipment, normal rules you would expect in any gym.

You were standing there waiting in said gym, your ponytail high, wearing a peachy pink spandex sports bra and matching leggings, NOT something you would typically pick to go to the gym in but you didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot. He did seem like a bit of a hard ass over email and it had you a little more than anxious about meeting him. You had no idea what this guy was like or what he looked like. What if he was like one of those massive gym rat bros that always glared at you when you went to the gym before, what if he saw you and thought you were just a waste of time because you’re bigger, what if...

You were pulled from your spiraling negative thoughts when the trainer finally came in. He smiled brightly as he walked towards you, a soft dimple appearing in one cheek and you couldn’t help but give him a once over as he approached you.

He was buff but not crazy big, yet somehow, he seemed soft with his wavy black hair and charming smile. He was not as intimidating as you had expected. He was gorgeous too with his sparkling brown eyes, full lips and strong jaw.

His smile seemed genuine but you couldn’t help feeling a bit self-conscious in your gym clothes seeing how fit he was. You were about to try and cover yourself a bit but he tossed his duffle bag and extended his hand to shake yours before you could.

“Hi! You must be Mrs. y/n y/l/n! I’m Seo Changbin.” You took his hand and he gently cupped his other over yours as he shook it.

“Yes, I am, Ms. y/n y/l/n, it’s nice to meet you Mr. Seo.” You corrected him and he smiled at you again nodding.

“Ms. Please, call me Binnie. We’re going to be spending a lot of time together so no need to be so formal.” He gave you a beaming smile before getting right to business.

“I’d like us to start with some stretching to warm up and determine your range of motion and flexibility. I have a couple of yoga mats set up over here so why don’t you choose one and get into a lotus position.” You looked at him as if he’d just spoken a foreign language.

“Uh... lotus position?” He nodded and motioned towards the mats.

“Yes. On your butt, cross your legs, feet resting on your thighs.” You nodded in understanding and got into the pose he’d described.

“Good.” He came behind you and pulled your shoulders back a bit.

“Shoulders wide, spine just a bit straighter, like that, yes! Good!” You went through a few yoga poses like that. You felt a bit awkward bending over in the outfit you chose while Changbin watched you intently, making adjustments where it was needed until he deemed you stretched out enough.

“Okay we’re gonna start with cardio. Then we’ll do some weight training focusing on legs and core today, and we’ll finish up with some light stretching like we just did to cool back down. It’s important to stretch after as well so you don’t tense up and pull a muscle.” So far Changbin had been nothing like you were expecting. He was soft spoken, gentle, and encouraging. He led you over to the treadmills and motioned for you to get on the first, which you did. He hit some buttons that adjusted the incline of the machine and the belt under your feet started moving slowly.

“Let start with a higher incline and slower speed and we’ll work things up from there.” You wondered if he chose to do that because you were bigger or if that was a normal thing he did with all of his clients. He was good at noticing when you were getting distracted by your thoughts and he would either make an adjustment or ask you a question. You couldn’t help being distracted by the thoughts that were plaguing your mind, they were constant and the whole reason you were there in the first place.

“I can go faster.” Changbin nodded and increased the speed of your treadmill. You were now at a light jog but you still felt like you should be doing more.

“Really Changbin, I can go faster.” He nodded but this time he did not turn the speed up.

“Please, call me Binnie, and it’s not a race y/n we’re just getting your heart rate up. I know you can run faster but we still have another hour and a half so you don’t need to wreck yourself right at the start, trust me you’ll be sore and exhausted by the end of the session. Just, go easy.” You wanted to argue but didn’t and focused on finding a rhythm. Over the next thirty minutes every time you started to get a comfortable rhythm Changbin gradually reduced the incline and increased your speed until you were running at a good pace.

“Be sure to control your breathing, keep your posture straight and plant your feet, don’t run on your toes, you’ll hurt yourself.” You made the changes he suggested and it did feel better.

“You take direction well. I’m gonna bring the speed back down, do a cool down walk for five and then we’ll take a short break and start legs.” The belt under your feet started to slow significantly as did you. You were sweating and had a few stray hairs sticking to your face that was most definitely red now. After the five-minute cool down you grabbed your towel and water bottle. You wiped your face and neck and then took a big drink of your water. You were a little embarrassed that you were already SO sweaty and worn out. Of course you were, anybody would be after running thirty minutes on a treadmill. You could only hear the same old words echoing in your head though. His words, always in HIS voice. ‘Fat’ ‘disgusting’ ‘lazy’ ‘ugly’.

“You’re really doing a great job y/n!” Changbin walked up taking a drink of his own water. You tensed up a bit and stuttered.

“I-is that surprising to you?” Changbin’s brow furrowed, his head tilting to the side a bit.

“Wha-no I’m... just for someone that’s never worked with a trainer before you’re doing a really good job. Not everyone picks up direction as well as you do.” ‘Comes from years of doing anything a man said you needed to do in order for him to stay with you.’ Is what you wanted to say, instead you just nodded and took another drink of your water.

“Alright breaks over, come over here to this leg press.” Changbin took you over to a weight machine that had a low seat that angled back. He pointed down at the seat.

“Go on sit down, plant your feet firmly and flat against that plate there.” You did as he said, sitting and putting your feet on the plate. He came over to make his adjustments and with the level and angle of the seat you could see up Changbin’s shorts enough to get a good look at his thigh muscles. When one of his hands touched your knee and the other gripped your ankle, spreading your legs further apart you flinched and you couldn’t help how red your face turned or the throbbing you felt inside. Changbin smiled softly at you, he noticed you tensing up when he touched you

“There, shoulder width apart like that.” He said gently. You cleared your throat and nodded. With your feet planted Changbin released the safety bar and you could feel the weight on your feet now. It really didn’t feel like more than the plate it was so light.

“Uh, Ch-Binnie? I can... this doesn’t feel like anything, we can put on more weight than this.” Changbin raised his eyebrow at you and gave you a smirk.

“Are you preparing for a squatting competition or what? Look I’m the trainer you’re the trainee. You might feel like I’m going easy on you but you have to start at the bottom and work your way up or you’re going to hurt yourself. I don’t do injuries, okay?” Again, you wanted to argue but bit your tongue and nodded. Changbin had you do a few sets on multiple machines that worked your quads, calves, hamstrings, and your glutes. Your legs weren’t quite jelly when you were done but you definitely felt every part of them.

“Alright quick drink and then we’re doing core which you will learn love, aka core sucks.” He laughed patting his abs and shaking his head.

“It is my least favorite work out to do but it is a necessary evil. It’s helpful with balance as well as toning.” You wiped more sweat off and chugged water like you’d been stranded at sea.

“So like crunches?” You asked. Changbin shrugged, nodding and tilting his head side to side a little.

“Yea that works one area of your core but we’re gonna be doing dead bugs, glute bridges, side planks and inchworms today. That should give you a pretty rounded core workout, hitting the most areas. Then we’ll stretch and discuss what to expect at your next session. Now up! Back over to the yoga mats!” He clapped and you stood making your way over to the mats and then waited for Changbin’s next instruction.

“Okay on your back, arms straight up in the air. Knees stacked over your hips and your ankles in line with your knees, at a ninety-degree angle.” You laid down and got into the position kind of. Changbin came over and made his few adjustments, every touch quick, necessary and professional but clearly, you’ve been touch starved because you welcome it each time and wished they lasted longer. As soon as Changbin stepped away from posing you properly you realized the ridiculous position you were in and you felt like an ass. Your arms and legs fell back to the mat and you huffed in frustration.

“Changbin this feels stupid, I feel stupid. None of this is going to make a difference. I need results.” Changbin knelt down by you.

“Why did you hire me? What was your reason for wanting a personal trainer?” You sat up quickly.

“What? Why does it matter?” Changbin shook his head.

“I want to know what it was that made you decided to want to have a personal trainer, what’s your motivation, why are you doing this, why do you NEED results?” You sat there speechless.

“Come on y/n! There’s a reason, what is it. What’s the push? The drive? Don’t waste my time! What do you want!?” You choked as tears welled up and yelled back.

“I want my ex-husband to want me! I want him to not cheat on me with a nineteen-year-old girl half my size that looks like a god damned supermodel! I want to be the person he desires for once in my miserable existence, someone that ANYONE desires!” The tears streamed down your face. You got up quickly, grabbing your towel and water bottle. Changbin stood up realizing he’d pushed you too far. That there was more going on than he’d realized.

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t... I didn’t mean to shout. y/n?" You didn’t move to leave but you didn’t set your stuff down either. Your head hung and you talked softly as you continued to cry into your hands.

“This was a mistake, none of it makes a difference. It never has before when I've tried diets and gyms. My ex-husband was right, I’ll always be fat, disgusting.” Changbin took quick steps towards you, firmly grabbing your arm and turning you to face him. You looked at the ground instead, your lip quivering as the tears still poured from your eyes. Whoever your ex-husband was had really been a piece of shit.

“You... you listen to me right now. Don’t EVER talk about yourself like that again. Not in front of me not EVER. Do you understand? What you just said is the furthest thing from the truth and I don’t want to hear it come from your mouth again. Even with diet and exercise y/n; will you ever shop in the petite section of a clothing department? No. It’s just your body and that’s alright! I’ll never shop in big and tall section either. It’s NO different and it doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you because there’s not and it doesn’t mean you’re not gorgeous because you are. Do you understand what I’m trying to say? You don’t need to change for anyone and fuck anyone who makes you feel otherwise. If you want change then change what you want. If you want to tone then we’ll tone, if you want to try and drop weight too that can also be a goal but the reason needs to be because you want it and it makes you happy y/n.” You sniffled and nodded and Changbin picked up a corner of your towel wiping the tears off your face. It was strangely intimate but not uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry I acted so crazy-” Changbin shook his head putting up a hand stopping you.

“Hey no you weren’t acting crazy, okay? Sounds like your ex did a lot to hurt you and that’s not easy to get over.” You nodded and went to leave before Changbin stopped you again.

“Oh uh! We’ll skip core for today but we should really still stretch and cool down.” You wiped your face with your towel again making sure your nose wasn’t running and walked back over to the mats.

“Okay, yea you’re probably right.” You tossed your things down and stood on your yoga mat. Changbin came up behind you suddenly, very close, and spoke right by your ear.

“We’re gonna do some different poses than what we did for warm up, okay?” Your breath shuttered out and you gave a small nod. Changbin’s hands held each side of your hips.

“Okay. Feet shoulder width apart now. Lean forward plant your palms flat against the mat.” You did what Changbin told you to, spreading your legs and bending over, his hands still holding you firmly. Once you were in the position Changbin made his ‘adjustments’ pulling your hips back just far enough for you to feel his warmth.

“Good good, just like that.” He said as he pulled back a little more and now you could feel his half hard cock pressing against your plush ass. You let out a small gasp and your whole body buzzed at the contact as your arousal practically poured from you.

“Does that feel alright?” You both knew he didn’t mean the stretching. You let out a breath and pushed into his touch a little more.

“Yea Binnie, feels good.” Changbin’s thumbs rubbed gentle circles on the back of your hips as he enjoyed the feeling of you pressed against him for a minute before pulling away. You stood up, surprised at the sudden loss, worried maybe he’d crossed a line he hadn’t really meant to that was until he walked around in front of you. He smiled at you but this one was different than the other’s he’d given you before. This was a little half smile. Just a smirk but it said so much.

“Lay down here, on your back.” You did so and Changbin knelt at your feet. One of his hands slid up your calf giving you a gentle squeeze behind your knee. You watched his every move and he was carefully reading the expressions on your face to see if you didn’t really want this, to see if you would stop him but you didn’t stop him. Changbin pushed up the leg he had a hold of stretching it up so your knee was pushed into your chest. His hips pressed into yours and you could feel his cock against you again, this time pressing against your warm cunt. You let out a deep breath as he leaned into the ‘stretch’ more, adding more pressure against your clit in the process and then he relaxed back a little, giving you a moment as he switched the leg he gripped to the other.

“MMhmm good... very good. Now this one...” He said pushing the other leg back just like he’d done the last but this time he practically rubbed his clothed erection up and down your slit making you close your eyes and bite your lip. Changbin watched as the blush crept up from your breasts to your neck, then your face as he rubbed his cock against you harder.

“That’s it, stretch it out.” It should have been a completely normal, innocent thing for a trainer to say and it would have been if Changbin didn’t have you in a half mating press while pressing his cock against your drenched pussy, your clothes being the only thing stopping from him sliding inside you and being in heaven. He released the hold on you again letting your leg come back down, his hands sliding down the outsides of your thighs as he leaned back on his heels.

“I think one more position should do it.” He said giving you that smirk again. You sat up and nodded in agreement.

“Okay Binnie, how do you want me?” You asked so sweetly he bit his lip and closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, they were dark and full of lust.

“We’ll finish with the frog pose then. On your knees.” You got on your knees for Changbin immediately and he smiled warmly.

“Good, you’re so good, listening and doing exactly what I say.” You nodded, eyes wide, and waited for his instructions again.

“Spread them apart,” Changbin’s hand slid between your thighs just barely grazing your cunt as he pushed your legs apart wide.

“Yes, just like that. Now bend over and rest your weight on your forearms, shoulder width apart with your hands flat.” You got into position like he said and when you did your back arched and your ass was pushed out. Changbin bit his lip again.

“Fuck.” He whispered as he grabbed your hips and helped push your forward. When he pulled you back against his cock and you rubbed and squeezed your ass against him, he couldn’t take it anymore. Changbin gripped the fabric of your leggings and ripped them apart exposing your ass and glistening cunt. You let out a little squeal in surprise. When you felt Changbin’s warm hands on your bare ass rubbing, kneading, spreading you open, you leaned back into his touch.

“God damn beautiful, this poor pussy has been so neglected hasn’t it.” You nodded, every drag of his fingers over your skin setting you on fire.

“Fuck yes Binnie, it needs fucked, filled, will you fill it for me Bin?” Changbin leaned forward spreading you open again. Spit dripped from his lips onto your asshole, dripping down your cunt before he started rubbing it up and down your folds with two of his fingers.

“I’ll fill you up gorgeous but first...” He laid down on his back, his head right under your juicy pussy.

“First you’re gonna sit on my face.” You were about to argue that but before you could Changbin’s tongue invaded your folds and he pulled you down on his face groaning into your cunt, a vibration that buzzed through your whole body when he did.

“Fuck Binnie! Oh my god! Don’t stop!” Changbin shook his head as he continued to suck and slurp on your clit pulling you to sit further on his face. You started grinding on him chasing the orgasm you were so close to already.

“I’m... FUCK... I’m gonna cum Bin. You’re gonna... gonna make me...” The grunts of satisfaction that came from Changbin pushed you over the edge. You came on Changbin’s face and tongue, him guiding your hips as you rode out your climax as long as possible. You leaned forward still perched up on your knees, ass in the air as Changbin slid out from under you.

He took his shirt off and wiped his face with it before tossing it aside. He leaned over to where he had tossed his duffle bag earlier and pulled out a condom. He pulled his shorts and boxer briefs down enough to free his rock-hard cock, tore open the rapper and rolled the latex over his tip and down his shaft.

“Are you ready baby?” You propped yourself back up on your elbows and nodded, biting your lip.

“Yes Bin! God FUCK me! PLEASE!” The way Changbin’s cock slid in to your warm wet pussy so easily made his toes curl.

“FUCK you are so tight! God damn!” Changbin got himself together and pulled out before pushing back into you hard and fast.

“OOOOH! Binnie! FUCK! Right there! Hard! Fuck me hard right there!!” Changbin pulled out and pushed into you hard again, this time pulling your ass back against his hips, making you scream for him.

“Yesyesyesyes! Fuckfuck right there yes harder Bin fuck yes!” He started fucking you faster, harder, pulling you back into his thrusts every time. He nudged your legs apart wider and pressed you down a bit.

“God damn beautiful you’re taking my cock so well! Such a good girl, spread your legs a bit more, yea like that baby, now down on your belly, yes fuck!” He rammed into you harder.

“So fucking deep! Just like that! Now lay there and get fucked like a good girl.” Changbin pressed your hips down as he fucked you as deep as he could, giving you hard unforgiving thrusts that pushed you up the mat each time.

“Yes Binnie, fuck my pussy, FUCK YES!” You came around Changbin’s cock as you screamed the only words you could form, his name.

"CH-chang-bin! Chan-g-bin! Binbinbin-binnie!! YES!” Changbin didn’t stop, he kept fucking you hard and fast trying to find his release now.

“Fuck y/n I’m gonna cum! Wanna cum all over your ass beautiful.” He spread your ass cheeks and watched his cock disappear inside you again and again.

“Can I huh? Can I blow all over your ass baby.” You groaned out in absolute ecstasy still coming on the dick hammering into your cunt, begging to paint you with cum.

“Yeeeees! Fuck yessss!! Cum all over me!” You didn’t think it was possible but Changbin started fucking your faster your pussy trembling in overstimulation. As he was about to reach his climax Changbin pulled out, pulled off and tossed the condom. He spread your ass apart spit on your ass hole again and pressed his cock against it rutting his cock between your ass cheeks until his thick, milky cum started to pool from his slit then shoot, streaking across your back and ass, dripping.

“Uhhh... fuck... ohhh fuck I’m coming baby fuck!” Changbin rubbed his cock through your cum covered ass crack before leaning over you, pushing your ponytail out of the way kissing your neck and shoulders, pressing his body against yours. He nuzzled his nose into your neck and it tickled, making you laugh. He rolled onto his back and looked over at you smiling, his eyes half closed and body still buzzing from his orgasm.

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Ooh how about top 5 Emily moments for each PC (i.e. top moonshine moment, top fia moment, etc etc) because we know Emily is incredible and can do no wrong!

Real and true. I’ll do like 2 moments for each naddpod pc and then it’ll be like 10 moments lol. Full disclosure: this is long as hell.

Moonshine:

“You can be quick with kindness, too” and then grabbing Bev and jumping off into the Astral Sea. That whole thing, where she was trying to understand Thiala despite knowing she likely couldn’t be reasoned with. An absolute peak of Moonshine. Holy shit.

Not to be the guy who brings up “how long do half elves live” at every opportunity. But it needs to be said. Because it’s also Moonshine grappling with how her lifespan is going to work. Emily was never going to take 18 levels in druid, she didn’t want timeless body for Moonshine. But she got it. And then there’s this poignant moment where she’s grappling with everything that will mean to the only other person she knows has or will experience it. Moonshine doesn’t fear death. But she doesn’t want to live in a world without her family and friends. And that’s why it matters. Plus the hardshine of it all.

Fuck it, third one. The conversation with Deadeye. She saves him. She’s the catalyst that stops him from continuing a spiral he’d been part of for possibly 100 years. And he stopped her from going down a similar path, which was Brennan’s plan when he made the character. The Cybin siblings are something that can be so personal.

Fia:

“Maybe I don’t want to be her sister, okay!” Fia was closed off to the other third mates in a lot of ways. She was never hiding anything deliberately, she just kept a lot of feelings close to her chest. She hadn’t had friends in years. Blurting this out to Hank and Zirk was her last wall crumbling and a moment of true trust. Plus like the beauty of girlhood friends falling in love wlw wish fulfillment.

“You were my fucking dream for so fucking long. But these people are my reality. And it is by your actions that one of them has died, and you tried to kill more of them. And I will miss you so much. But I, I cannot support this. Mr. Henry. Kill Her.” Truly an Emily moment of all time. The beauty. The cold hearted commitment. The sobs from both her AND Caldwell.

Tarragon:

Only gonna do one here because she’s in so few episodes. The atonement to help redeem Moxora at the end of Cerenysus. “She may have rotted but she’ll make good soil”. Devastating.

Billie:

Also gonna do one here because of the shortness of her time. Her insane antics in the Grimdung/Beeto cave fight. Trying to convince Grimmy that she was worth more than his allegiance to the cause. Being completely wrong about his thought process. And the interactions with Hank and Zirk during that fight. Too fun.

Onyx:

Pretending to be Porker Harris for the entire Merry Metal Mayhem two shot. Insane choice. She was dressed as him dead I think actually. And tried to convince Sonic that she was him. The triplets are too good.

Befriending KT. Getting her plane seat upgraded while sitting in the bad seats. Asking for her opinion on everything. So dumb. So incredible.

Callie:

Fucking. Crown of Dreams. Right at the end. She finally isn’t confused or a nannerfly. And she takes a turn to Lay on Hands Sol (who was 2 death save failures in the hole and it really felt like Caldwell’s skin of his teeth luck had finally run out) and then casts compelled duel on Ultrus to save Glen. Gets me every time. God what an episode.

Little strange, but when they’re fighting the Bronzebeards and that guy who was controlling people with the worms in the woods on the way to Irondeep. She like climbs up something, Fey Steps, attacks or casts a spell, then asks Hardwon to catch her. And Hardwon “nods like he’s seen this kind of bullshit before”. Just a very fun moment.

So sorry for going off like that. Hope people enjoy reading this insane list lmao

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gx-gameon · 7 days

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Yugi raising Jaden Part 10

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Joey and Jaden and dueled for quite a bit. They were quick rounds. In the beginning Joey had planned to go easy on the kid, but quickly found that Jaden could hold his own quite well. Joey wasn’t going full out but he was putting more effort into his moves than he thought he would.

He had never seen Jaden duel before. Yugi said the kid was good, but this is a little ridiculous. If the kid had cards that matched better and thought his moves out a little more he might be able to give Joey a run for his money.

It didn’t help that Mokuba was cheering Jaden on while booing Joey.

“And now my Flame Swordsman attacks your monster and takes the rest of your life points.” Joey said as he won their duel.

“Booooooo.” Mokuba called. He had seated himself besides their playing mate allowing him to see both the game and the screen showing Yugi and Seto’s vitals.

Joey pointed at Mokuba with far too much energy for this time at night. “Will you stop booing me. I’m just playing the game!”

“Well you could let Jaden win one.” Mokuba shot back. And to be honest Joey could have, he had tried but Jaden always tilted his head and asked why Joey did that whenever he made a purposely bad play. The kid loved to duel even if it meant he lost. But Joey did want the kid to win… when this was all over and Yugi was back, Joey would have to make a deck full of his weaker cards to duel Jaden. Still make it a challenge but something the kid could beat. He was only four after all. He was a great duelist for his age, but he couldn’t keep up with Joey’s real deck.

“It’s okay Mokuba.” Jaden responded in a sleepy voice, reaching up to rub his eye. “I’m having a lot of,” he got cut off by his own yawn, “fun.”

Joey took a look at the adorably sleepy little boy before him and smiled. “Alright buddy I think it’s time for bed.” He had expected acceptance or weak protest.

What he received was wide eye panic as the little boy looked up at him in fear. “Noooo no I can’t go to sleep.” The little boy rapidly shook his head before turning his eyes to the monitor “d-Yugi’s not back yet.” The boy said as he vigilantly watch Yugi’s monitor.

Joey followed the path of the boy’s eyes and found what he was looking at. He blew out a sigh, while he was also anxious for Yugi to return he had promised to take care of Jaden. Letting the kid stay up until Yugi came home or he crashed doesn’t feel like taking care of the boy.

“I know Jay. But you still need to get some sleep. I promise if Yugi comes back while we sleep someone will tell us. Right Mokuba?” Joey tried to reassure the boy it was okay to leave the room, turning to Mokuba for support.

“That’s right. I have all the alerts tied to my phone. I’ll know the exact moment the pods return and I’ll make sure to come get you.” Mokuba tried to reassure the boy as well. He understood where the kid was coming from. He hadn’t slept well in a month.

“No you don’t understand I can’t sleep.” Jaden responded shaking his head. His little hands raising to grip onto his hair. “I can’t sleep.” His little voice trembled out.

Understanding hit Joey as he recalled something Yugi had told him. “Hey Jayden?” He said as he moved the play mat and their cards out from between them and scooted across the distance to the boy. “Does this have anything to do with your nightmares?”

Jaden looked up at him with wide wet eyes and a wobbly lip, before nodding his head. “I can’t sleep.”

“Oh buddy.” Joey said as he opened is arms in incantation. One Jaden quickly took as he climbed into Joey’s lap and wrapping his little arms around the older duelist. Joey wrapped his arms around the kid and held him tight. “It’ll will be alright. Hey you still got that card Yug gave you?”

The little boy in his arms let go for a second to reach into his deck box. He pulled out the Silent Magician and showed it to Joey. “There she is.” Joey smiled at the boy and Jaden returned to snuggling into the duelist. Shifting his body to sit sideways in Joey’s lap. His head resting against Joey’s collar bone and his hands cradling the Silent Magician close. Joey wrapped his arms around the boy holding him close.

“You know that card is close to Yugi. He used it in his final duel against our friend Atem.” Joey explained to the boy in his arms. Jaden tilled his head back to look up at Joey.

“The one they went to see? The one in the afterlife?” Jaden asked looking up at Joey with wide brown eyes.

“That’s the one.” Joey smiled warmly down at the boy. “You know Yug loves you a lot. I know you’re scared but he’s coming back, and you’re not alone. Yug left you one of his best monsters to protect you.” Jaden looked down in the card with understanding. Joey smirked before continuing. “And you’ve got me.” He then started tickling the boys sides drawling out sharp laughter. “Uncle Joey’s here. Nothings going to hurt my littlest buddy. Not while I’m here to protect you.”

Jaden was breathless with laughter. “Uncle Joey stop!” He said as he tried to roll out of Joey’s lap.

Joey froze for a moment. It was the first time Jaden had called him by that title. He had declared himself uncle quite a few times but it was the first time Jaden had acknowledged the title.

It was just long enough for Jaden to escape his grasp, the little boy flopping into the floor in front of the older duelist. He laid there for a second getting the air back into his lungs before starting to crawl away.

Joey’s brain finally kicked back in as he reached forward and snapped the little boy back up into his arms holding him tight. “Oh now I’m never letting you go.” He cried as Jaden squealed and kicked his feet.

“So, who’s going to protect him from ‘Uncle Joey’” Mokuba teased watching the scene. Again his heart panted with longing. It had been him and Seto for so long. They had never had the playful uncle or loving father to run to. He wouldn’t trade Seto for anything, but he wished they had this.

Jaden snapped him out of his thoughts as he reached for him. “Mokuba! Help!” He reached his little hand out reaching for Mokuba as Joey held him tight.

Mokuba smirked. Oh he’d help alright. “I’m coming!” He called dramatically as he moved from a seated position to a crouched position. With a roar he launched himself at the two talking them to the ground. Joey fell back with an oof, Jaden was swished between them.

Mokuba was laughing, Joey and Jaden joining in, until Jaden spoke. “Not like that Moki.” Mokuba froze for a moment. Thats what Seto used to call him. Before Gozaburo came into their lives. Before Seto grew up to take care of both of them. A nickname he had longed for ever since it disappeared.

Mokuba didn’t know how to respond. Joey must have noticed Mokuba’s frozen state as his hand reach up to run through the younger’s hair. Mokuba dragged his eyes to meet Joey’s as the blond just smiled back. “There’s no escape now. You’re trapped between Uncle Joey and Uncle Moki.”

Mokuba could feel tears form but he refused to let them fall. Here he was longing for the family that Jaden had that he missed that he could be, no that he was apart of it. He already had what he wanted. Joey, Yugi, Jaden, and the others. They could be family too. Seto wouldn’t like it, well he wouldn’t like calling Joey family, but they had people to lean on.

“Alright.” Mokuba said as he pushed himself up. “There’s an apartment in the floor below. We can stay there that way we don’t have to be too far.”

“I thought this was a place of business? Why is there an apartment here?” Joey asked as he pulled himself into a seated position. Jaden was still cradled in his arms sleep once again catching up to the boy.

“Sometimes Seto needs to pull weird hours to communicate with our partners in America. Or he wants to be on hand in case of emergencies during a new launch. It’s beneficial to have a place to sleep here at times.” His brother was also a workaholic who needed to be bullied into sleep. It was easier to sell the idea if he could stay close to his projects.

“Sounds good to me. What do you think Jay?” Janey asked looking down at the little boy in his arms only to see that the kid had finally lost his battle with sleep. “I think that’s a yes.” Joey said softly with a warm smile. Then he turned back to Mokuba. “Lead the way.”

Mokuba stood up and moved to help Joey, but the older boy stood up easily while balancing the little one in his arms. He used to carry Serenity when they were young, and Yugi had fallen asleep plenty of times when they hung out. He’s used to having to stand while holding someone precious close to him.

The three made their way to the elevator unaware of the presence reaching out to their youngest.

#yugi moto #yugi mutou #jaden yuki #judai yuki #yugioh gx #seto kaiba #atem #dad yugi #yami yugi #pharaoh atem #joey wheeler #mokuba kaiba #rivalshipping #it’s not center stage yet but it will be

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Can’t Hide For Long

Kix/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 11 of 31

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Summary: There are two things any GAR personnel (but especially medics) should know: that things rarely ever go as planned, and that you should never try to avoid Kix when you're injured.

Clone Troopers Masterlist

One blaster bolt grazed your upper arm while another stung your side, though the latter was partially missed as you dived to safety. The sound of the battle echoed in your ears, and you could see a few troopers up ahead who had taken cover behind a large tree, two men supporting a third between them. Knowing what you had to do, you pushed aside your own pain and headed towards them as quick as you could.

“What happened?” you asked as you stopped in front of the men and looked at the way the injured clone was laying on the ground.

“He’s bleeding!” one of the others told you as he peeked around the tree and shot at the oncoming droids. “But I don’t know what he needs.”

You nodded before addressing the injured man, who wasn’t wearing armor like the others, but rather just the officer’s uniform. “Where does it hurt the most?” you asked.

“My arm was shot, but-“ he groaned slightly as he spoke and pointed at his stomach, where you could see a small pool of red soaking into the uniform top. “Some debris from one of their bombs got me,” he murmured, pressing his hand to the wound.

You nodded, quickly unpacking the medkit that you carried and beginning to cut his shirt away so you could work. Since there was nothing to hold it in, he was losing blood quickly, and you immediately grabbed a rag and pressed it to his abdomen to try and staunch the flow. The trooper hissed sharply, and you apologized profusely for any pain that had come from your actions. “Can one of you radio to Captain Rex to tell him we need backup? And a med-droid, but I doubt he can send one out to us here, we’ll have to get him back to the Resolute.”

The others nodded and you heard one of them say something into the comm, but your attention was back on the injured man in front of you. “What’s your name?” you asked, trying to keep him awake until you could get him into the care of a med-droid, who would be able to do a lot more than you could with your little pack of supplies. This was supposed to be a seamless and simple mission, hence why some of the clones weren’t wearing their full armor, and you were just thankful you had the foresight to pack your medical supplies at all, just in case things got hairy.

“Viper, I’m a bridge tech,” he gasped out. “Who are you?”

You quickly introduced yourself as you kept the pressure on his wound even. “I’m a medic, as you probably guessed. They don’t just hand this equipment out to anyone.”

Viper laughed quietly at your weak attempt at a joke, but winced in pain seconds later. “You look injured too,” he said, his eyes fixed on your one arm, where the blaster bolt had left a nasty looking burn, and your stomach was starting to churn unpleasantly from the other wound in your abdomen. You couldn’t see the exact damage, but you knew it wasn’t going to be pretty.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” you responded gently. “I can’t even feel it right now.” You weren’t lying; the amount of adrenaline coursing through your body right now made sure that you weren’t focusing on anything but stopping the blood from Viper’s wound. You were going to feel it later, but you could deal with that once you were back on the ship.

Viper nodded before asking his next question. “Am I going to die?”

“No,” you told him firmly. “I’m going-”

“Hey,” One of the other troopers (you were almost positive his name was Ammo) cut you off, and you looked up at him. “Rex says that a transport will pick us up in a few minutes, we just need to hold on until then.”

“Alright, we can do that,” you said before turning back to Viper. You could see that the blood was starting to slow, but it hadn't completely stopped yet. “And no, you’re not going to die, I promise.”

He just nodded, leaving you to hope the transport was close by.

***

You didn’t start feeling the pain from your own wounds until you were back on the Resolute, Viper safely in the hands of med-droids and the other medics on duty. One of them offered to take a look at your arm and abdomen (you didn’t exactly advertise your injuries, but the bolts had left burn marks on your uniform in those places and revealed your injuries), but you argued that there were other troopers who needed medical attention more than you and that you could take care of your own wounds back in your quarters.

And in a way, you did take care of them, by peeling off your dirty and bloody uniform and slapping a bacta patch on each of the angry blisters (blaster bolts tended to self-cauterize, but they still needed to heal properly or there could be complications). After that, you threw on some random clothes and downed a bottle of water way quicker than you should have before passing out on your bunk, not even caring that you would probably have to change the sheets when you woke up because of all the grime and sweat still on your body.

Your little plan was interrupted however, when the door to your quarters opened five minutes later and someone jostled you awake. Since you were the only civilian medic at the moment, you had an entire room to yourself, so you had a sneaking suspicion that you knew who had just woken you up. “What do you want, Kix?” you asked, not even opening your eyes.

You could hear him sigh before speaking. “Did you refuse medical help?” he asked, and you finally looked up to see an admonishing glare on his face. While you weren’t sure exactly how to define your relationship with him, it seemed that the two of you were moving towards something more than friendship, so you weren’t too put off by his clipped tone.

“Your brothers needed it more than I did,” you said quietly, moving to sit up in bed and trying to hide the pain that spread through your stomach as you shifted.

Clearly, it didn’t work, because Kix’s face immediately changed as he noticed the discomfort in your expression. “Let me look at your wounds.”

“I promise, they’ll be fine.”

“No, I’m serious. Take off your shirt, don’t give me that look.”

You scoffed playfully. “Does that line work on all the girls?”

“Wha-” he started to say, then raised his eyebrows in exasperation when he caught on to your weak joke. “Come on, I want to help you. Please let me see your wounds?”

Sighing quietly, you obliged, pulling your shirt off to reveal where you placed the bacta patches on yourself, and you were suddenly very glad you decided to put a sports bra on before you laid down.

Silently, Kix peeled the patches off before applying some kind of salve from his med kit, bandaging both burns better than you had previously. Whatever he used had a cooling effect, and while the pain wasn’t washed away completely, it definitely helped to quell the dull ache you had been feeling since the adrenaline wore off. “How’s Viper?” you asked, breaking the silence.

He shook his head. “I don’t know. When they told me you had refused medical help, I immediately came to find you.”

“Kix!” you scolded. “You should have helped your brothers first!”

“Everything was just fine when I got there,” he said. “Between the few visiting medics from other battalions and the med-droids, they didn’t need my help.”

“The people in the medbay are a lot more important than I am.”

The look on Kix’s face was one of shock, as if he couldn’t believe you would actually say that about yourself, and he perched himself on the edge of your bed as he gently took your hand in his. “Please tell me you don’t actually believe that,” he said softly.

A little dumbfounded at his sudden change in demeanor, you stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know too many people who would give up the comfortable lives they had on inner rim planets and join the GAR, where we barely get enough sleep each night, let alone all the supplies we need. You are a source of happiness and joy for every clone you help, and I don’t want to imagine what my life would be like without you in it,” he said, squeezing your hand. “Don’t ever say that you’re not important.”

You just nodded, overcome with emotion after hearing what Kix had to say about you. Eventually, the comfortable silence in the room grew slightly stale, and you sucked in a breath before speaking. “Thank you.”

Smiling, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, and you selfishly found yourself wishing he would have kissed your lips instead. “Of course,” he said, and it looked like he was going to say something else, but the moment was interrupted by the beeping of his communication device. “I have to go now, but I’ll check in on you later?”

You nodded. “Okay, I should probably get some sleep anyway.” He was halfway out of the room when you spoke again, this time resolving to do the one thing that you had never been brave enough to do before. “Hey Kix?”

“Yes?”

“Next time we’re on Coruscant, would you want to go out for dinner or something?” It felt terrifying to say out loud, to act on your desires (and maybe it wasn’t the best time to do it), but you didn’t think you could wait much longer at this point.

And much to your delight, Kix’s face broke into a shy smile. “I’d really like that,” he said, but was once again interrupted by his comm beeping. You watched as he left the room, and you couldn’t help the way your heart warmed at the smile he gave you.

- the end -

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messrmoonyy · 1 year

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Hiya! Can I request either a one shot of Layla and a shy reader? Reader invites her out on a date but doesn’t specifically say it’s a date because they are so timid. So Layla only realizes that it’s a date halfway through. OR hcs about what Layla is like when she realizes she’s in love with you. Whichever interests you more :3

A date. Of sorts

Layla El-Faouly x afab reader

A/N- Hello my sweet anon! I absolutely did both because my love for Layla El-Faouly knows no bounds. Sorry this took way. Way. longer than expected I accidentally deleted it when I finshed it and had to re write it all 😩 the hcs are over on my masterlist and were posted forvever ago. This is my first full layla os but I hope you enjoy <3

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: none. It’s fluff. Tooth rotting.

Masterlist- requests are open! <3

Comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

You were woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. At first you didn’t fully acknowledge it, rolling over to the other side of the bed and guessing it was more than likely just in your dream. But then it started up again and you realised it was in fact your phone, you rolled back and picked it up just before it finished ringing.

“ hello? “ you mumbled as you held it to to your ear, not even looking at who it was that was calling, your eyes still half closed.

“ well hello to you sleepy head “ your eyes opened fully at the sound of her voice, butterflies erupting in your stomach the way that they always did whenever you spoke to her.

“ lay- Layla. Hi? “ she chuckled over the phone as you tried to shake the sleep away from your head. What time was it?

“ where are you it’s 10am? “

“ what? We’re closed today “ you mumbled and let your head drop back down into your pillow, your eyes falling closed again, still holding the phone to your ear.

“ you know what day it is? “ you frowned at the odd question. Of course you did. That’s why you hadn’t moved from bed yet and had no stress about going to bed early the previous night. In fact you’d been up until almost 4.

“ what? “

“ my gods. Y/N. It’s stock count day! The whole reason we are closed. You said you’d help “ you could practically hear her pouting at you through the phone. You groaned and rubbed at your forehead, a headache starting to make itself apparent behind your eyes “ please? “

“ give me half an hour? 45 minutes tops?“

“ life saver! See you soon “ you tossed your phone to the end your bed with a groan. Rubbing at your eyes to wipe away the sleep. It’s not like you had any real plans for today, you had agreed to help her out. And you could think of worst ways to spend the day.

You’d had a crush on Layla ever since she’d started working at the antiques store with you. The day she’d come in searching for a job you’d simply froze in her presence.

“ hey! I was wondering if there were any jobs available here I have a lot of experience “ you’d been like a deer in headlights. No one really ever came in and when they did it was older people, or the odd hipster trying to seem quirky and different by shopping for antiques. Never someone like her. You’d not even managed a word, simply squeaked and scurried off into the back for your manager.

You hadn’t actually managed a conversation with her until 2 weeks of her being there. Even now you struggled sometimes. When you couldn’t see her it wasn’t so bad, you would have long conversations on the phone often. Even if you were mostly listening. But in person? She was far too overwhelming.

How did anyone have the ability to stand in her presence and simply just… be okay? She was like one of the Egyptian goddesses she seemed so interested in, beauty beyond anything of a mere mortal.

Though maybe you were over exaggerating. But then again. Maybe not.

You rolled out of bed and shuffled over to your bathroom to wake yourself up with a shower, trying to be as fast as possible to not keep Layla waiting. The entire process passing by in a half asleep daze.

Your body still seemed reluctant to be up and moving though, so much so that it took you three attempts just to find the correct arm hole in your t shirt. And then you swore you tried every single key on your door before you found the right one.

So before you even attempted to navigate the tube, you headed for Starbucks. Knocking back your coffee before you even reached the platform, burning your mouth in the process. But at least it made you feel a little more awake.

Thankfully the world seemed to be on your side, the tube ride smooth as could be with not as many tourists popping themselves in awkward places like normal. You didn’t know how many times you’d accidentally walked into someone trying to decipher a tube map, parking themselves right in the way of everyone.

Your little lie in actually was quite the lifesaver though, meaning you’d missed the vast majority of the rush hour crowd. Of course it was busy, you didn’t think you’d ever actually seen London… quiet. But you weren’t sandwiched up against a bunch of strangers at least. You actually had a space mostly to yourself. There was even an empty seat but you thought you’d probably just drop off again if you sat down.

So you stayed standing, it wasn’t a long journey anyway. And it provided more people watching opportunities. You’d always kept yourself to yourself, always on the quieter and more timid side your entire life. So you’d grown pretty good at reading people.

And the tube was full of… interesting people to look at.

There was always at least one person reading. Usually a dog of some kind tucked in someone’s arms too. Sometimes both. Business men in suits, someone talking too loud on their phone, couples giving far too much pda, a whole array of languages and accents. Maybe a tiny part of you actually enjoyed the tube.

You did feel slightly envious of people sometimes. When you’d see people so clearly more confident and comfortable in their skin than you. Happy to take up space and be heard. The couples too, so unapologetically in love with each other that they didn’t care about where they were or who saw them. It did make you feel a little lonely sometimes.

When you stepped off in Shoreditch you felt far more awake.

You always felt a little out of place in Shoreditch, not even remotely cool enough to be walking around there never mind working. But then again, the antique store you worked in didn’t particularly fit in either. So it was quite the match when you thought about it.

You popped into Costa before heading to the store, grabbing yourself something a little less caffeine based. You were nervous enough around Layla as it was never mind adding coffee shakes to the mix. And grabbed something for Layla too. Before finally heading to work a little later than planned.

You pushed open the stiff door of the shop, balancing the drinks as you did. The door itself was practically antique you were certain it had never been changed and that one day it would just stick completely, locking you in or out.

She was no where in sight as you closed the door, the tiny brass bell above it tinkling to signal someone had come inside. The little portable radio was on quietly behind the counter, slightly staticky because it was almost impossible to get a decent signal. It seemed to be half way between two stations. Take that overlapping with stormzy in some odd mash up.

“ there she is! Better late than never sleeping beauty “ Layla appeared from the back room, clearly hearing the bell as you’d entered the shop. She looked as beautiful as ever, her beaming smile made you weak in the knees. You were silently thankful you’d not opted for another coffee after all.

“ sorry I’m late “ she waved a hand as if to dismiss the apology and walked around the counter “ I got you a drink “

“ ooo thank you “ She pulled you in for a quick squeeze of a hug. She enveloped you in a mist of her perfume and shampoo, vanilla and coconut clouding your senses like a drug. Her soft curls tickling your cheek, her hands pressed firmly to your back. You were a total goner. Completely.

“ no problem “ you said quietly as she picked up the cup and drank almost half of it in one go “ thirsty? “

“ I’ve been here since 7! “ she said with a small laugh and stifled a yawn as if to prove the point “ someone was still snoozing at that point “ she teased, pulling a little notepad from the back pocket of her jeans “ I’ve done most of the backstock. We just need to take note of everything on the shop floor. Shouldn’t take us too long “

“ I’m sorry. It just completely slipped my mind “ she gave a small smile and squeezed your arm softly.

“ don’t. It’s fine. I think I’m more productive alone actually. No distractions “ she caught your eye for the briefest second before letting go.

You took half the shop each, taking note of every item the shop had to offer. You wished the system was more efficient. But your boss seemed to want to keep not only the stock antique, but the stocking systems too. You kept glancing over at her as you took note of everything in the silvers cabinet, half hiding behind the cabinet and a silver jug as not to be caught.

But she never seemed to notice you looking. Always oblivious to what you thought was your obvious staring and lovestruck gazes, your stutters and inability to form sentences around her most of the time. Maybe she just put it down to your nervous nature. Which you guessed half of it was in a way.

She reached up to count the pieces of a hand painted dinnerware set, her jumper riding up slightly and exposing a sliver of her skin. You had to look away, your cheeks flushing pink. Pathetic.

When you reached the artwork section your brain started wondering again, looking at one particular piece depicting two girls on a picnic in beautiful flowing dresses. You wondered if they were friends or something more. Old art had a habit of showing women so clearly in love but marking them as friends. Women in intimate and close encounters but descriptions stating that was simply how intimacy worked in that era.

It made you look over at her again.

You knew she liked girls, she’d mentioned it in passing once or twice. Small mentions of an ex girlfriend or a failed date. But you also knew she’d been married to a man. Part of you wondered if she was just one of those girls who only said they liked girls, thinking it was some way to make herself seem more appealing and quirky.

She was too kind, too gentle, too… perfect to be like that though. Wasn’t she? You turned back to the artwork, imagining some perfect date like the one in the paint like that with her. If anything it would be a perfect choice simply because it was relatively stress free. Picnics were relaxing. Calm. Not an anxiety attack trigger in sight.

And it might not even totally come across as a date… in fact she wouldn’t even have to know. You could simply…. Test the waters as it were. Just two friends. Having a picnic. Just like the piece of art.

But having the courage to actually ask her? That was going to take some working up to.

“ almost done over there? “ you startled as Layla called you from the other side of the shop, looking over at you with a smile and leaning back to see you from behind a cabinet.

“ I- yeah. Yeah nearly done “ you made haste and finished taking note of everything on your side of the shop, making sure every piece of an old chess set was there when Layla joined you again.

“ boo “ her voiced was soft, right by your ear and fingers poking at your sides. You startled more at her closeness than her actually making you jump, her warm breath against your skin sending a trail of goosebumps across your arms. Heat rose up your neck and blossomed across your cheeks. You wanted her fingers to dance across those goosebumps, read your skin like brail and understand your feeling without even having to say it.

If only.

“ hey “ you said quietly, softly clearing you throat in hopes she hadn’t noticed your nerves at her closeness.

“ hungry? I’m starved “ she draped an arm over your shoulder the other on her hip and moved next to you, looking down at your notebook. If anyone looked through the windows now they might think you were a couple. You kinda liked that “ just one shelf left to do? “

“ yes “

“ right. I’m gonna go get us some lunch then…. Jolenes? I think we deserve some pastries, don’t you? “ you chanced a look up at her, very much gazing like some lovestruck teenager. She gave you a warm smile, eyes crinkling at the edges and nose scrunching slightly

“ yeah. Sounds good. Pastries “ her smile grew and she gave you a squeeze before letting you go, heading behind the counter and grabbing her bag.

“ right. You get that final shelf done. I’ll go get us some treats. I’ll be like 10 minutes okay? “ you nodded and watched as she fished around her bag for her purse before heading for the door “ get working, you! You’ve got the time it takes me to go get food and get back. If you’re not done I’ll eat yours “ she disappeared out the door with a wink.

You finished the last shelf with a goofy smile on your face, practically floating on air, the same way you always did whenever she paid you any kind of attention that might prove more than just being friendly.

In fact something seemed to click in your brain and all of a sudden you had decided. You would ask her on that picnic. You would. She didn’t have to know it was a date, didn’t have to know your feelings. Your intentions. All she had to know was two people who were friends, having a friendly picnic dinner. That was all.

You would do it. You would do it. It would be easy. Easier than you thought.

‘ hi layla. Want to go on a picnic with me? ‘

‘ layla did you wanna come to the park with me tomorrow? Picnic and the outdoor cinema? ‘

‘ layla. Let’s go to the outdoor cinema with a picnic tomorrow! ‘

You internally groaned at how stupid you sounded, and you hadn’t even said them out loud. You sighed and took note of the remaining items on the shelf.

“ Layla. I was wondering if you wanted to go to the park tomorrow- no…. Layla! Fancy a picnic tomorrow? “ you placed your notebook down with a frustrated sigh “ Layla. Do you like the movie Grease?- everyone fucking likes Grease come on “ you would’ve sounded like a mad woman if anyone entered the shop now “ Layla. The outdoor cinema is running tomorrow. Shall we go? Let’s take a picnic?… not bad not bad “ You made your way back to the counter, now that your side of the shop had been accounted for “ Layla… “

“ yes? “ you dropped your pen as she returned, paper bag in one hand and cup holder of drinks in the other, pushing the door open with her hip and elbow.

“ oh! N-nothing. Talking to myself “ you hurried over to pull the door further open for her.

“ first sign of madness “ she said with a cheeky smile and headed for the counter “ hot chocolate. Almond croissant, lemon muffin “ she said as she opened the paper bag, handing over smaller paper bags to you. You smiled and took the paper cup from her too.

“ thank you “ she rummaged around the bag for her own food, taking a bite into a pain au chocolat with a sigh.

“ gods I’m so hungry “ she practically moaned, taking another big bite. You smiled into your cup, taking a sip of the hot chocolate and feeling your stomach grumble in response.

You were both quiet as you ate your treats, Layla double checking over her notebook and occasionally swiping away pastry crumbs.

You thought about your plans to ask her out. Feeling more relaxed in that moment than you had been all day, a calm atmosphere between you. Comfortable. Barely any butterflies fluttering around in your chest.

“ Layla “ you said softly spurring through it before you could lose the tiny bit of courage you’d found, fiddling slightly with the paper bag your muffin had come in.

“ hmm? “ she glanced up at you, big brown eyes full of kindness and care the same way they always were. You were speechless again, words refusing to form in your mouth now that you were looking her right in the eyes “ y/n?”

‘ I think I’m in love with you would you go on a date with me? Please? ‘

You wished you could say it. Wished you had the balls to just tell her. Instead your mouth just opened and closed a couple of times. You probably looked like an idiot.

“ are you okay? “ she asked with some concern filtering into her words, her hand gently falling on your wrist.

“ I- would you maybe. I mean only if you want- like. I mean- fuck “ your cheeks burned as you failed to even form the sentence you’d been practicing. You felt completely useless.

“ you’re being weird “ Layla said with a raised eyebrow.

“ m’ always weird “ you tried with a slight smile. It made a smile blossom on Laylas face too, the kind that made the corners of her eyes crinkle, the kind that made you want to melt into a puddle on the ground. She playfully nudged your arm and propped her elbow on the counter, chin in the palm of her hand.

“ come on what’s wrong, why are you getting flustered. It’s just me. Remember what I told you, deep breath in your nose, out slowly through your mouth. Gather your thoughts. And try again. You got this “ she was always so kind. So gentle.

You closed your eyes for a brief moment, taking her advice and taking a breath.

“ there’s. There’s this picnic in the park thing happening tomorrow. They’re doing this projector movie and you take a blanket and food and. I was just. Well- do you want to… would you maybe like to go? “ you waited for the frown or the excuse as to why she couldn’t make it. But Instead she smiled and nodded enthusiastically, her curls bouncing around her head.

“ that sounds amazing! Yeah I’ll go with you “ she flipped her notebook closed and picked it up “ come on then let’s get this all finished. don’t wanna be here all day do we “ you watched slightly dumbstruck as she linked her arms with yours and you stumbled slightly as she lead you into the back room for the final checks. She was acting as if it was a totally normal thing to have been asked and you still couldn’t quite believe she had said yes.

But maybe the idea that she may think it was simply just a friends thing was working? Either way. You had a date with Layla and that was both exciting and terrifying as all hell.

You’d never been more nervous in your life as you tried to find a decent outfit for your date. It was silly because Layla didnt even think it was a date, you shouldn’t be treating it as one even if that had been the intention all along.

You looked at the piles of clothes scattering your bed, all the choices you’d decided against before sighing and closing your eyes. You took a deep breath in some attempt to relax before looking back at yourself in the mirror. You looked nice. Not too smart. Not too casual.

You’d been preparing all day, up since 6 with too much nervous energy to sleep any longer. You’d nipped out to get a whole array of snacks and nibbles for your picnic, stopping at a flower seller on the corner on the way home too. Whether or not you’d actually give her the flowers was a whole new story. But you’d brought them all the same.

You wondered what she’d be wearing. If you were too over dressed. Or under dressed. It was silly. This was Layla. She wasn’t going to judge you for something as ficcle as clothes. You were being silly. Over thinking. Getting in your head.

There was a knock on the door and your heart started hammering in your chest. The outfit you had on would have to do.

“ one second! “ you called and headed into the kitchenette to grab the tote bag full of snacks for your picnic, hesitating before carefully putting in the small bunch of flowers too. Hidden so that if you didn’t get brave enough to give them to her she’d never have to know they’d even existed.

You were over thinking things far too much. You shook your head and headed for the front door, taking a deep breath before opening it.

“ Hey! Oh you look nice “ she greeted, beaming smile on her face. You froze, unable to say anything to her “ I brought a blanket and some drinks, like we said. You got the snacks? “ you nodded, still unable to talk as you very blatantly stared at her. She was so. Beautiful. How on earth were you even going to make it through the evening with her looking like that?

It wasn’t like she was even in anything fancy, she just…. Looked nice “ you okay? Y/n? “ she placed a hand on your shoulder, a warm smile on her face. She was going to be the death of you.

“ yeah. Yeah I’m okay. Tired “ she gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze as you said it, sympathy in her eyes

“ fresh air will wake you up. Come on let’s go we don’t wanna miss the start of the movie “ you locked the door to your flat and followed her to the stairs. The lift in your flats hadn’t worked for months now.

A part of you wondered if she knew your secret intentions, knew your fear to ask her outright on a date. You hoped not. She probably just thought it was exactly what it seemed, two friends going out together.

“ did you… did you have a nice day? “ you asked, in some attempt to calm your nerves with some normal conversation.

“ yeah it was fine. Nothing too exciting. You? “ I spent the whole day panicking about our date that you don’t know is a date and did literally nothing productive. It was great!

“ nothing really “ she smiled and you both fell quiet for a few moments. You were stood so close together her hand was brushing against yours as you walked and it was making your cheeks flush.

You wanted to hold her hand. You wondered if it was soft and smooth or rough with the years she had spent at dig sites in Egypt. If it would fit nicely in your own.

“ oh careful! “ in your daydreaming you hadn’t been paying attention to your surroundings, almost walking right into a lamppost. She grabbed onto your hand and tugged you around it with a laugh and a shake of her head “ you’re away with the fairies today! “ she laughed and squeezed your hand lightly. It was as if she’d read your mind.

“ sorry “ you practically choked on your embarrassment but she just squeezed your hand again and beamed at you.

“ come on let’s get to this movie before you get yourself into mischief “ you noticed as you walked she didn’t drop your hand. Kept it firmly in her own as she walked down the street in her usual confident strides. Maybe she knew you wanted to hold her hand. Maybe you’d been staring. Either way you didn’t really mind.

You made it to the park just as the movie was starting. She found a empty spot in the grass and laid down the blanket, both of you spreading out the drinks and snacks you’d brought with you.

You looked at the flowers in the bag and debated for a moment before taking them out and clearing your throat.

“ erm… Layla “

“ hmm? “ she asked, half looking away from the movie.

“ for you? “ it came out as more of a question than a statement. But you’d gained the confidence to even take them out of the bag. That was something. She turned fully to look at you, a questioning look blossoming into a smile as she saw the small bunch of flowers in your hands.

“ really? “ she asked gently, taking them from your hands “ they’re lovely, y/n “ she pulled you in for a hug, careful not squish the flowers between you. Her perfume flooded your nose and it somehow eased your nerves again.

You got that fluttering feeling in your chest again. As if a million butterflies had erupted out of your heart, filling your lungs so that it took your breath away. She took your breath away.

You barely watched the movie. You watched her. Completely and utterly enamoured by her as you always were, looking away any time she glanced over at you and hoping she hadn’t caught you. Looking particularly interested in the hummus and carrots and hoping your cheeks werent too bright. It seemed to work for the most part.

She sang along to the songs, nodding her head along to the beat, curls bouncing around her face in a way that was mesmerising. You felt as though you should be trying to make some kind of conversation with her, ask her about her dating life? isn’t that what happened on dates?

“ would. Would you ever date anyone like Danny? “ you asked and laughed a little, planning to play it off as a joke if she found it weird.

“ no way. He’s awful to her most of the time! “ you nodded and pushed a mini sausage roll around on your paper plate

“ who would you then? Date I mean? “ she shrugged, still watching the screen intently

“ someone kind. That’s boring isn’t it? But it’s what I want. I’ve done the whole moody, brooding, tough guy type. Maybe I need a little change. Someone a little softer “ she glanced over at you and it flushed your cheeks red for the millionth time, causing you to focus back on your plate again.

“ your husband? He was like that? Moody? “

“ so moody “ she said with a sigh, still watching the screen “ and secretive “ you watched her face carefully, trying to decipher her exact thoughts. Trying to decide if it was longing or sadness you were hearing in her voice. Longing to have the man back or sadness that it was over, but at peace “ you can’t have a relationship that’s built on secrecy you know? It doesn’t work “

“ what secrets did he have? “ you didnt know why you were asking, you didn’t want to know about him really. The man that had managed to be able to call Layla his own. And had hurt her so badly

“ you wouldn’t believe me if I told you “ she said with a laugh and shrugged “ I have my own secrets too. But I like to think I’ll get to the point some day to tell someone, if I loved them. I thought I loved Marc and I thought he loved me but… so many secrets “ you cautiously reached over and squeezed her hand lightly and she smiled “ don’t worry I’m fine. Over it. Besides got my eye on someone new “

Your heart sank. It felt as though it were made of lead, plummeting from your chest and weighing heavily in your stomach. You dropped her hand and reached for your drink, some attempt to hide your burning disappointment. Of course she liked someone. And no doubt they liked her back too. Of course

Layla didn’t seem to pick up on your upset, grinning at the screen as Sandy appeared after her make over “ she looks totally amazing but it’s sad she has to change for him isn’t it? “ you nodded “ she looks hot. But I think I liked her better before “

“ why? “ she shrugged again

“ quite. Kind. Caring… sweet. Not trying to prove anything to anyone. I like that “

“ I always thought that. When I was younger I loved Sandy I always felt a lot like her “ you tried your best to appear as normal as could be, ignoring your disappointment and heartbreak that Layla would soon be in work talking about someone that wasn’t you.

“ do me a favour? Never go get some hot biker make over then “ she said with a grin and nudged you with her arm. Humming along with the song “ I quite like you how you are, the ‘Sandra D’ type huh? “ you gave her a small smile and nodded

“ no pleather jumpssuits. Got it “

The movie ended and she offered to walk back with you, proudly carrying the flowers you felt stupid about bringing now.

You expected her to say goodbye at the door to your building but she insisted she walk you right to your door. Part of you just wanted her to leave, you wanted to cry into a pint of ice cream for the rest of the night about how stupid you were. But she was too kind. Too polite. Of course she wanted to ensure you got home safe.

As you reached your door you placed the food bag down and rummaged in your handbag for your keys.

“ thank you for co- “ as you looked back up to her, before you could even finish your sentence, she was pressing a soft kiss to your lips, so sudden it took you by surprise. You froze. Not even kissing her back right away, too In shock to even process what was going on.

Your eyes fluttered closed and she smiled against your lips, clearly feeling you relax slightly, a hand sliding to press against your lower bag and pull you in closer.

“ Layla- I… what? “ she giggled at your shock, nudging the backs of her fingers against your burning cheek as she pulled away. She simply shrugged.

“ most people end a date with a kiss. Why should we be any different? And you didn’t seem to be getting my hints “

“ date? What date I.. no this wasn’t- maybe it was but- when? “ she laughed again as you failed to string together a sentence for the second time in a row, brain foggy with the memory of her soft plump lips brushing against your own. You felt like melting into the floor below you. But she was more than used to it by now.

“ you had me at first I won’t lie to you. But the flowers? Very cute attempts at flirting? Is that why you were so nervous when you asked me? Cause it’s a date? Hm? “ it did feel like a weight off your shoulders honestly, you gave a small sigh as your shoulders physically relaxed under the metaphorical weight leaving.

“ yes “ you prepared yourself for the let down, for her to say it was sweet and all. But she didn’t like you like that. But instead she simply smiled and leant back in, lips brushing over yours, noses bumping slightly. And then she kissed you again.

You were thankful she seemed to know what she was doing far more than you, holding your face so gently in her hands whilst yours hung useless and slightly awkward in between you. It was how you’d always imagined it, her lips as soft as you’d thought, the slight taste of her coconut lip balm hovering in your mouth. When she pulled away the second time she placed another soft kiss to your nose before stepping back.

“ how about- “ Layla spoke again, brushing your hair away from your face gently “ I take you on a date next hmm? There’s this amazing restaurant in Hammersmith that does traditional Egyptian cuisine, it’s awesome. I can take you there? The Basbousa there will rot your teeth in the best way I promise “

you couldn’t quite find the words still, shock still rendering your voice useless as you realised Layla wanted to take you on date. You. Your feelings weren’t one sided. She did like you back. She did want to go on a date with you.

“ that’d be amazing “

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