#i got one of my friends to start reading it cause he's voicing matt for me in the audiobook

[all-for-the-hyperfixation]

Neil shook his head. "Kevin will talk to him when we get back." "I didn't say that," Kevin said. "But you're going to," Neil said. "You already walked away from him once knowing what Riko would do to him in your absence. Don't do it again. If you don't protect him now, his death is on you."

oh Neil. you perfect little manipulator you. He's so good at calling out what exactly gets to people to get under their skin or have them do what he wants. I love it pfpfpt. ALSO. Neil cares so much about people and like- idk how to articulate this but seeing the way he and Andrew care about their people is so.. good. It's not done in a way where people would clock it as a weakness and that goes hand in hand with their upbringings and experiences and it so fascinating and just. EUGH. but yea anyways, I'm almost done rereading The Kings Men and I just.. i love these characters so fuxkin much, man.

[snoopychris]

incomplete

in which... cheerleader!reader needs matt's help and finds out the sad truth about his situation

warnings: no use of y/n (the name sweetie is used in place of y/n for my own sake), random names used for friends

an incomplete. glancing down at the rubric to your most recent science project, you couldnt believe what you were reading on your paper. nick was looking over your shoulder, his mouth dropped wide open. “sweetie… an incomplete means you can’t cheer tonight…” he whispers, the multiple pairs of eyes on your paper still widened to their full potential. you take a second to look up, and become painfully aware of the situations and all of your friends reactions to it. chris’ parted lips, sadie’s hand over her mouth, nate running his fingers through his hair, nick’s mouth still wide open, and claire’s fingers nervously fiddling with her necklace. you swallow for a moment before peeking at your phone.

10:48 am. there was still another 27 minutes left of lunch. 27 minutes worth of convincing your science teacher to please, please, please, give you another chance. you do the only thing you can possibly think of. with a swift grab of the paper sitting on your cafeteria table and your tote bag, you book it upstairs to Mr. Harrison’s science room. even though its lunch, and a normal teacher would take this 45 minute break to leave the school for as long as possible, Mr. Harrison always stayed in case any students needed him for any reason at all. upon entrance to the classroom, you get an immediate explanation, without even asking any questions. 

“yes sweetie,  i know its an incomplete. but your project was incomplete. you never got it peer reviewed.” Mr. Harrison tells you from his desk, sending you a look. you let out a small huff and part of you is tempted to kick your feet and begin throwing a tantrum like a toddler, but you decide to instead act like an adult. you slowly make your way towards the desk, setting your paper down. your voice is quiet when you speak, but its still intelligible. “you know that not a single one of my friends is capable of peer reviewing an AP biology project. we won’t even meet in class again until monday so… i cant cheer tonight?” you let out a small exhale and accept defeat before you notice your teachers pen pointed behind you. you slowly turn and come face to face with the same person who had been stuck in your mind for a good while now. “matt can peer review your project.” you hear from behind you, causing matt’s eyes to shoot up and look at you, previously unaware of the situation that had been going on in front of him. you gently swallow as you take a seat in front of matt, keeping your paper nearby. your heart almost stops when he takes his airpod out to give you his utmost attention. 

his breath hitches in his throat when he realizes that he’s not dreaming and that this is all really happening, you’re sitting in front of him in your cheer uniform that hugs your curves in all the right place, and you need him. “hi matt,” you smile, your lips parting into a genuine smile. he doesn’t mean to do it, but he pauses for a moment before replying. “hey… i can um..you need a peer review i take it?” he whispers, his voice scratchy as if he hadnt talked all day, mostly because he hadn’t. without waiting for a response, he grabs the paper from besides you and begins marking it up with his pen. you watch intensely as he flips through the pages full of words, diagrams, keys, and descriptions and makes note of the things you did wrong. while waiting, you take notice of his phone, adjourned with a clear case and a pokemon card. “charizard is cool and all but… piplup was always my personal favorite.” you whisper, tucking your hair behind your ears. the speed in which matt’s eyes meet yours is ridiculously fast before his vision moves to the pokemon card in his phone case. he blinks a few times before realizing youre trying to start up a conversation. “yeah no… piplups cool. i switch it out sometimes. wouldn't say that charizard's my favorite either but chris told me that this card is really cool looking.” he smiles, continuing to mark up the paper besides him. you chuckle quietly before furrowing your brows. “why are you in here alone?” you whisper, turning your head in realization that aside from your teacher, matt had been the only person in the room before you arrived. when he replies, you feel your heart shatter into a million pieces. “i um… got no friends really. Lucas is just good company i guess.” “lucas?” you question, not knowing of anybody in the school with the name. a throat is cleared behind you, and when you turn, you learn that matt is on a first name basis with the biology teacher. after letting out a hum in response, you frown and begin to pick at your fingernails. when matt hands your project back to you, a relieved exhale leaves your mouth. the project is rushed over to the teacher’s desk, where your previous incomplete is replaced by a B+. an A was never the goal, you really only needed at least a C. you get a nod of approval from him, knowing that you’ll be able to cheer later that night. 

once you gather your very few belongings, you begin making your way to the cafeteria before noticing the 18 minutes you have left of lunch. it would be enough time to go through at least 5 or 6 different conversations with chris and the rest of your friends, but you hesitate for a moment before turning back around into the science classroom. you take a seat across from matt once more, let out a small smile, tuck your hair once more, and lick your lips before speaking. “so... who is your favorite pokemon?” a smile creeps onto matt’s face, and even though Mr. Harrison can feel the young boy’s heart explode from across the room, you somehow remain oblivious.

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๋࣭⭑ dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

๋࣭⭑ a/n: one more because i truly don't know when i'll be able to post again after sunday and i also have like nothing prepared! my inbox will remain open if there's any requests or if anybody wants to share thoughts about this au i already love so dearly. love you all kiss kiss!

-gen

[mwahsturns]

📸 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌 𝐈𝐓 - MATT STURNⵊOLO

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

Contains: Smut, swearing, A lot of praise, teasing/flirting, pet names (baby, good girl), fingering, Sextape, unprotected sex, Creampie, p in v, overstimulation, spanking, aftercare, fluff. - Semi-proof read! I think that’s all?

Synopsis: you and Matt have been dating for 3 years now and your sex life isn’t vanilla pre say but it isn’t crazy. Matt and his brothers are about to go on tour and unfortunately Matt isn’t allowed to take you this time, So Matt wants something to remember you by.

Word Count: idk?

Author’s notes: a lot of you guys wanted this one so I hope you enjoy it!!

* *:･ﾟ✧💒*:･ﾟ✧

Me and Matt had finally a day to ourselves, Chris and Nick were sleeping over at a friends house and Matt texted me telling to come over. Me and Matt have been dating for around 3 years now and we never get to have any alone time, he’s going on tour tomorrow and I wanna be able to spend time with him before he goes.

We’re in Matt’s bedroom music softly fulls the room as the passionate make out session takes place. Earned it by the weekend softly plays in the background as Matt pulls away from the kiss, ‘you know how I leave tomorrow right..” he plays with the bottom of my shirt. ‘Yea why?’ My hands creasing his chest as i straddled his lap, ‘what if we tried something different tonight?’ He sounds nervous but Matt never wants to try something new so I’m kinda excited.

‘Of course what is it?’ ‘What if we made a sex tape so while I’m gone we can both have it since we won’t be together..” honestly the thought of him fucking me dumb being on tape makes me fucking soaked. ‘Of course baby I’d love to be able to watch how good you fuck Me’ I get off of him sitting on the bed, I watch as Matt gets up and walks over to his computer picking up the camera he and his brothers use to film, he starts recording smiling as he walks to the edge of the bed.

He grabs my legs pulling me to the edge of the bed the camera basically in my face. As he faces the camera towards me he bites his lip, ‘look at my pretty girl..’ I blush and immediately cover my face with my hands. ‘Matt.. stopp’ he chuckles and zooms the camera in my face and zooms back out, ‘uncover your face’ I uncovered my face smiling as he lifts my chin up. ‘There’s my precious baby’ he puts the camera down back on the desk facing it towards the bed, he picks me up swiftly as he lays me down on the bed hovering over me moving my hair out of my face.

‘God you’re so beautiful my love..’ he says pulling down my Jean shorts showing my blue thong, ‘mmh you wore these for me didn’t you’ he smiles rubbing my legs ‘you like em?’ I tease ‘like is an understatement beautiful.. strip for me’ i sit up and pull off my (his) shirt showing my blue lace bra. I take off my bra and underwear leaving my self bare in front of him and the camera. Matt smirks and grabs the camera showing my bare body, ‘fuck look how beautiful..’ he spreads my legs still holding the camera he shows my soaked pussy.

‘Who got you this wet huh? Tell the camera’ he says showing the camera him running his hand over my vagina. ‘You did..’ I say softly, he gives me that irresistible smirk before slowly moving his fingers towards my soaked pussy and start to rub me in a circular motion. I gasp as he slides a finger into me ‘oh fuck Matt just like that’ Matt smirked again as he said ‘hmm you’re already wet for me mama, good girl’, he says as he takes of his shirt and his pants being low reveals his slurry waist even more. As he smiles and he slides his middle and ring finger right into me causing me to moan and gasp.

‘oh baby..’ he smiles at me as he knows he’s making me feel good ‘ am I making you feel good?’ I moan again as I say ‘y-yes’ as he starts to pump his fingers faster and faster pushing me to my climax ‘Holy fuck Matthew’ he smirks ‘are you gonna cum mama?’ he asked his voice turning me on. As he continued to do his amazing finger work I start to moan very loudly and say ‘oh fuck M-matt ughh’ as my legs starts to shake only little as I release. Matt pumps and shakes his hands up and down making me squeal and moan even louder. ‘Fuck..good girl making such a mess for me’ he smiles kissing my stomach softly as I calm down for the intense pleasure.

‘I’m going to fuck you so good, you won't even remember your own name.’ He says pulling down his sweatpants and boxers his cock springing out hitting his lower stomach. ‘Knees now’ he climbed on the bed and I got on my knees in front of him, as I’m looking up at him he shows the camera me on my knees ‘you look so pretty like this.’ I smile as I jerk him just a little bit before taking him into my mouth full throating him my lip almost touching his sack as I continued. He lets out a groan. The warmth of my mouth causes him to flinch as i continue to suck Matt, I put my hands onto his thighs and pull off putting my mouth on his tip swirling my tongue around his tip before I take all of him back into my mouth, ‘fuck princess your so good to me’ Matt says throwing his head back with a little eye roll.

‘god your such a slut’ he says causing me to moan against him, he grabs my hair into a makeshift ponytail pushing my head farther down. ‘Good fucking girl .. take that dick baby’ I moan pushing my head farther down, my eyes water as I felt the tip hit the back of my throat gagging as I tried to take more.

‘fuck yea choke on my cock.. shit’ Matt starts twitching in my mouth indicating he’s getting closer and I can tell by the tone of his voice and then he says ‘oh fuck.. I’m about to cum’ I then take my mouth off start to jerk his cock ‘fucking hell..’ I take it back into my mouth to swallow the load. ‘Oh shit ..’ Matt grins, his cheeks flushed with pleasure as he watches you swallow his cum and then show off your empty mouth. ‘Damn, you're fucking hot... I could watch that all day.’ He pulls me in for a deep kiss, tasting himself on my lips.

‘Lay down princess..’ I got back on the bed laying down adjusting the pillows, ‘you ready my love?’ I nod feeling him slide in me. ‘Oh my goodness fuck..’ his hips thrusting against yours with more urgency. He kisses down your neck and trails his lips lower, sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin. ‘I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll see stars, baby’ I moan grabbing the sheets.

‘Hader Matt please..’ this encourages Matt as he hits a new spot in you that makes you instantly scream. ‘Fucking shit your so tight babe’ he unexpectedly pulled out flipping me over, my face smashed into the pillow as he slams back into me. ‘Ughh fuck Matt’ I moaned into the pillow, ‘I’m going to fucking breed you baby..’ he pulls my hair making my back arch as he kisses my shoulder playing with my breasts as the thrusts into me. He roughly smacks my ass making me moan softly ‘again..’ he smirked smacking my ass again ‘such a slut’

‘Matt ima cum..’ he ignores my words letting go of my hair as I fall back into the bed, he goes harder as I let out a scream releasing all over him. That doesn’t stop him though he continues thrusting into me at a very fast pace. ‘Matt please I can’t take it’ I screamed out as I came for second time. He felt my walls tighten around him as I came for the second time. He let out a primal growl of satisfaction and continued his brutal thrusts. With one final push, he released himself inside me, filling me up completely as they both cried out in ecstasy.

I was screaming at this point and his back was all ruined due to my nails he pulled out picking up the camera showing my pussy dripping with our cum mixed together. ‘Such a perfect pussy..’ he takes his fingers and shoved it back into me and finally turning off the camera. He collapsed onto the bed next to Me, both of us panting heavily as our orgasms subsided. He turned to look at me, admiring the sight of his beautiful girlfriend ‘ima clean you up okay?’ I was too tired to speak as Matt comes back with a damp rag cleaning us both off climbing back into bed cuddling me softly.

‘I should let you film it more often huh?’ He chuckles ‘oh definitely’ he says as we drift off to sleep…

Author’s notes: I hope this was good if I missed any errors don’t be afraid to let me know I love y’all so much and hope you have a good day

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[mellifiedprincess]

When you started dating Matt, he realized very quickly how deeply you felt things. And what he meant by that is, you sometimes had feelings so strong about something you would end up an emotional mess.

For most people something like that would be quite overwhelming, but not for you. You embraced it.

You found the way you cared so much or thought so much about something to be one of many charming characteristics about yourself.

And sometimes even funny.

Matt couldn’t count how many times he has walked in on you with tears streaming down your cute little face for such bizarre reasons. One time it was because you couldn’t find your favorite nail polish.

Another time it was because you saw an old picture of your mom’s favorite pet growing up. You had never even met the cat and you were crying over it.

“But I just know we would have been best friends!” Was your argument of why you were so emotional over the animal. Matt could only roll his eyes affectionately and cradle your head against his chest.

Yes, he thought it was one of the most ridiculous things to cry about, but he loved you and thought it was endearing only because it was you.

He knew during your “episodes” there wasn’t much he could offer besides the comfort of his presence.

Fast forward to today.

You were minding your business, scrolling through tiktok while the boys were doing who knows what, when a sweet edit of Matt pops up on your fyp.

Of course you watched it. As soon as you saw Matt’s cute little grin, you were sucked in. The transition from him laughing, to him dancing, makes the smile on your face grow even more. He was so cute, it actually hurt your heart and you needed to see his face right then and there.

Tears started running down your face as you walk from the room you share with Matt, to the kitchen, eyes immediately landing on just the person you were looking for.

He was standing in the middle of the room, reading something on his phone not noticing the frazzled state you were in. He didn’t even notice you were there until he felt your arms wrap around his waist and face press into his back.

“Hi baby.” He quietly greets as one of his hands instinctively drop down to grab one of yours, his thumb rubbing softly against the back of your hand. And just the gentleness of his actions is enough to make you squeeze your eyes shut, causing more tears to run out. “You’re so cute Matty!”

At the sound of your watery voice he’s concerned, but then he registers what you said and knows this is one of your episodes. Though still concerned, because he hates when you cry, he is relieved it’s not something too serious.

He moves to pull you in front of him before taking your arms to wrap themselves back around his waist. Matt then quickly wipes at your waterline, trying to stop your tears.

“Why are you crying sweetheart?”

“Because!” You pause and bury your face in his chest and you feel his hand begin to run through your messy hair.

“I just- I love you so much! I feel like my heart melts every time I look at your cute little face.” You cry out, words muffled by his shirt. And if you were to look up right now, you would see a very amused grin on your boyfriend’s face.

“Is that right? The same thing happens to me when I look at you, so glad we’re on the same page.” There’s a lightness to his words, but genuinely meaning them.

You both are silent for a few moments. Matt just holding you tightly against his body, making sure you knew he was there. “I saw this really cute edit of you on tiktok and it just made me really happy. I needed to see your face immediately.”

“You wanna show me the edit?” You perk up instantly at his question, a giddy feeling flooding through your body. “In a minute, Matty. I just need you to keep holding me like this.”

“Okay angel. I got you.” Matt rests his cheek on top of your head and starts to slowly sway you both back and forth. His words settle into the silence surrounding you two and you get another rush of emotions spread throughout your chest.

And unbeknownst to you, Matt had the same rush of emotions spread throughout his chest. He felt so fucking lucky to have someone who loved him as much as you did.

The moment between you two was short lived when you hear another set of footsteps walking downstairs, and then the silence is once again broken by Nicks voice.

“Ugh, serious situation or one of her episodes?” Matt cuts his eyes over to Nick, making the older sibling throw his hands up in a defensive manner. “What? I love my bestie, but she could give Mantis (guardians of the galaxy) a run for her money.”

“Shut the fuck up. We were having a moment here.” Matt states and you pull away from his body, looking at Nick with a soft smile. “Stop yelling at him. It’s okay Nick, it’s just another one of my silly little moments.” You laugh and start pulling Matt’s sleeve, walking towards your bedroom.

Matt sits on the edge of the bed, not wasting anytime in pulling you down into his lap and wrapping his arms back around you.

“Do I really seem more emotional than Mantis?” Your question only makes your boyfriend laugh, answering your question without saying anything.

“It doesn’t matter, sweetheart. Everyone loves your little episodes. It’s almost refreshing in a sense because of how innocent it makes you seem. You just have such a big heart things make you so happy sometimes, you can’t help but cry.”

His small rant makes you squeeze your eyes shut from more tears and you place kisses all over his face, before landing one on his lips.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course I do! And I mean it when I say I wouldn’t change anything about you for the world.”

A thought passes through your mind and a small laugh escapes your mouth. “I wouldn’t change anything about you either, not even the weird thing your pinky does when you drink something.”

“Oh great, now I’m getting bullied by the internet and my girlfriend.”

the edit that inspired this:

FULL CREDIT TO @nllzharry on tiktok!

[mattslolita]

nightcrawler - m. sturniolo ( 002. )

in which ... after finding out the truth about your best friend, reveals another that will change you guys' relationship forever.

( vampire!matt x black!fem!reader ) ( thriller spinoff, matt version )

warnings ; blood, smut, fingering, oral ( fem!receiving ), big!dick!matt, soft!dom!matt, unprotected piv ( wrap it freaks! ), squirting, creampie, fluff ending

"𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒘𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

as you and your best friends near the end of where the woods first meet, you exhale a breath you didn't realize you were holding. the information you'd just received was still trying to sink in, and you had trouble grappling the reality of your new reality.

"i'm gonna try and find that cute cheerleader i saw earlier," chris grins, sending a wink your way as the four of you disperse.

"you're such a horndog, i swear," you say with an eyeroll, flicking his arm as he leaves the three of you.

"i'm gonna have a drink or five," nick shrugs, and you grin, nodding your head, "you're coming with me, y/n."

"absolutely, don't even play," you agreed with an eager giggle, holding your hand out so that nick could take it.

"y'gonna be okay?" matt's voice asks you softly, but stern. you turn to look up at him with a smile, humming in response. "i'll find you if you need me."

"try and have fun, matt," you tell him, sending him one last smile before nick whisks you away with him.

matt watches as you bound over to where nick was taking you happily, your ass bouncing under your little skirt — his jaw ticks as he watches, realizing that other people were looking at you just the same, and it causes him to get annoyed.

oblivious to the way you've left matt, you're a giggling mess as you down yet another shot for the night with nick. you both whoop excitedly as a megan thee stallion song begins playing throughout the whole house. your eyes widen, pulling nick with you to the dance floor, beginning to dance with him.

"her friends and mom hate me," you rap, grinning as your hips sway side to side, "lay down on the bed do the crybaby..."

you feel yourself getting loose, hands slowly going down to your thighs as your ass perks up — you sway it side to side before popping it in circles, the crowd around you hyping you up as you start twerking to the song playing. multiple hands reach out to smack your ass, some people adding onto the extras by throwing a few one dollar bills out at you as you worked your ass.

when you come back up, a pair of hands come to rest at your waist, and you turn to see a boy from earlier that night who tried flirting with you when you first arrived.

"you really know how to get everybody goin'," he whispers in your ear, his hands roaming up and down the sides of you as you sway on him teasingly.

a giggle escapes your lips as you tauntingly graze your ass against his crotch, which you can feel his obvious boner poking through the fabric of his jeans. "i bet i got you hot and bothered, don't i?"

"s'like you read my mind," he chuckles, his hands gripping the flesh of your ass as he sends a slap to it.

it was wrong of you to tease a guy the way you were currently doing, but you knew it was better like this than think about who it really was who had you frustrated — your moment in the woods with matt had your mind hazy, running around in circles as you tried to decipher what you were currently feeling.

the way his hands felt gliding against your skin, the feeling of his teeth sinking his fangs into you — one thing was for sure, you wanted, no needed more from him. you wondered if the feeling had been the same for him too, or if you were just imagining things. but the way his eyes had darkened with something else, you couldn't have imagined that.

finally shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you're hyper aware again of the man who's lips leave kisses on your neck — however, it didn't feel right with him. it wasn't enough, and you were more frustrated than ever.

"wait," you breathe out, gently moving his hands away from your body, his lips leaving your neck, "i need some air."

"did i-"

"no, it's- you're good," you wave him off, shaking your head, "just need to go real quick."

he looks after you with a frown as you slink away from the dancing crowd, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. you quickly realized there were more bedrooms upstairs, and matt's room was the first one you thought of, having felt the most comfortable in there. you begin your trek up the stairs, passing by multiple kissing couples, who nearly looked like they were about to fuck on the railings of the stairs. you groaned as thoughts about matt kissing you swarmed around in your brain, causing your legs to clench together as you finally made it up the stairs.

matt's room was at the end of the hallway, and you quickly made your way there — a cold breeze swept past you as you opened the door, surprised to have already seen matt on the balcony.

sensing a presence behind him, he turns to look at you, his blue gaze boring into you. "hey," you say nervously, walking inside and closing the door behind you.

"havin' fun?" he asks you, watching you intently as you situate your skirt that rides up your thighs, moving your braids out of your face.

"i guess," you mumble, walking over to his bed that sits in the middle of the bed.

you let out a content sigh as you lean your head back slightly, your hands behind you on the bed as you look up at the ceiling above you. matt watches you, his blue eyes darkening when he sees your breasts struggling to stay hidden beneath the cropped top you were wearing. the restriction in his pants got worse when you laid back, and he was able to get a better view of you. he quickly brought his eyes up to see you looking at him with a small smile on your face, analyzing him curiously.

"how come you're not down there, too?" you ask him, fiddling with the moon ring you've got on your finger.

"just not in a partying mood, s'all," he tells you, sparing the woods another quick glance before walking away from the balcony. "i could ask the same of you."

"i was gettin really bored," you admit, sitting up as you toyed with the fabric of your shirt. you nipped at your bottom lip as you thought about other ways to cure your boredom.

"hey, i'm glad you're here, though," matt says, closing the balcony door as he makes his way over to the bed. you watch his every move, drinking in the sight as you wondered briefly what his mouth would feel like on you again.

almost as if sensing your thoughts somehow, his eyes darken as he narrow his eyes at you as he comes to sit next to you on the bed — you clear your throat as he gazes at you, become flustered yet again with you guys' close proximity. "i need to talk to you about something, s'got to do with all the vampire stuff, y'know."

"what's up?" you ask him curiously, your eyes watching him as he runs a hand along his jaw.

"when we first turned, it was explained to us that we get certain abilities we're able to do," matt begins, and you nod, listening to every word. "not all of us get the same ones, and there's certain things that have to happen before we can get other ones, y'know?"

"yeah, i get it," you nod, using one hand to lean on the bed, "so what things can you do?"

"little similar to the vampire diaries," matt chuckles, and your eyes widen and you grin widely. gosh, you were so pretty to him. did you know how pretty you were to him? his tongue darts out to lick over his lips and he clears his throat and continues. "one thing though, i don't get it until i've found my soulmate."

"soulmate?" you ask eagerly, your eyes having lit up like a kid on christmas morning. "what's the ability?"

"apparently i can't read thoughts until i've been able to read my soulmate's," matt explains to you, your gaze never leaving his.

"that's different," you hum with a nod, "i can't imagine how long you've had to wait, then."

matt looks at you with a look you couldn't quite place, and it has shivers running up and down your spine — his cold, ringed hand goes out to caress the supple skin of your cheek, dragging his thumb across your slowly as he admires you. his eyes dart down to your lips and your heart rate increases as your own dart to his.

he begins to lean into you but instead of your lips, his own cold lips graze over your neck, his breath fanning your neck — your frustration was getting impossibly worse, as you squeezed your thighs together. a kiss is pressed to your neck, causing you to gasp softly.

"earlier when i bit you..." matt whispers, nibbling softy at the skin on your neck, your eyes closed as your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip, "i know what you were thinking, y/n."

"really?" you ask breathily, causing him to pull back away from you.

his eyes raked over you, drinking in the way your doe eyes had been watching every move. he licked his bottom lip, quickly glancing at your lips before he leaned in slowly...

when your lips connected with his, a shock wave passes through you — he kissed you with such an intensity, it was passionate and hungry all in one. his arms hooked under your legs as his tongue meshed with your own, gently pushing you down onto the bed as he then hovered over you.

his lips momentarily leave yours to trail kisses from your jaw to your collarbone, his eyes zeroing in on the bite mark he left on your skin previously. he nips at the supple skin, causing a whimper to leave your lips at the feeling.

"y'wanna know what i read in your mind?" matt mumbles against your skin, his strong hands gripping the flesh of your thighs as he massages it.

"what was i thinkin'?"

matt's eyes darken with lust as he runs his tongue over the canine teeth that bare in front of you — he dives back in to your neck, pressing a kiss to you again, and you feel his sharp teeth break skin once again. your nails scratch at his back as you tilt your head to give him better access. he stops abruptly, staring at you with dark eyes as his tongue licks over the blood that coats the edge of his mouth.

"you want me, just as much as i want you."

you hurriedly pull him back in the by the neck, crashing your lips onto each other's — the kiss was mixed with a burning desire for each other, as well as passion and longing. matt's mouth expertly explores your own, his lips silencing your moans. his hand trails down to the inside of your skirt, his cold ringed hands ghosting over the wetness of your panties, causing you to whimper.

"all wet f'me, huh?" he smirks into the kiss, "i haven't even touched you yet, sweetheart."

"need you matt," you moan into his mouth, his hands teasingly rubbing against your lace panties, "please."

a chuckle escapes his lips as he trails them down to your collarbone, leaving his own marks and impressions on your skin once again. he aids you in pulling your skirt off, then he moves your panties to the side. matt teasingly rubs up and down your slit, causing your back to arch as you moan.

"please," you pathetically whimper, his blue eyes burning into your skin as he watches you under him, "need-"

without waiting another second, matt plunges one of his digits into your dripping core, causing you to moan loudly as your nails dig into his skin — he curls his finger inside of you, adding another one as you watches you fall apart under his touch.

"feels s'good, fuck," you moan, your eyes glazing over as matt curls his fingers, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot.

"you like my fingers inside you, baby?" matt whispers against the shell of your ear, nibbling on the skin there, "wait till you feel m'cock inside you. takin' my fingers so well angel, that's it..."

"s'close," you whine, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching, the band in your stomach threatening to snap, "fuck..."

"that's it angel, let go f'me, give it to me," matt coos, his digits plunging in and out you repeatedly.

that's all it took before you came around his fingers, the loud music overshadowing the loud moan that falls from your lips as his fingers still continue, helping you to ride out your orgasm. he gently takes his fingers out of your sensitive hole, licking them clean as he grins down at you.

"can't wait to have my cock inside of you, angel," matt murmurs in your ear, sliding his pants down with ease.

he takes his shirt off as well, and his boxers follow next, and you marvel at the size of your best friend — he was huge. you bite your lip as he strokes himself, throwing his head back and the only thoughts consuming your brain are how much you want him inside of you.

he hovers over you, planting kisses on your neck as he lubricates his cock with your already wet pussy — matt enters you slowly, letting out a gutteral moan as he bottoms out. "fuck, shit, so fuckin' tight, you fill me up so well..."

his vulgar words caused you to moan as both your hands dug into the back of his back, the stretch burning you — when he bottoms out, he stays put, looking down at you with lidded eyes as he waits for your approval to move.

"start moving, please," you breathe out, pulling his body impossibly closer to you.

matt slowly slides out of you, before he rams back into you, causing you to scream out at the instant pleasure that takes over your body. he quickly finds a pace, deliciously hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

"fuck matt, yes, fuck!" you moan, creating crescent-shaped marks on his pale skin.

"such a tight fuckin' pussy, fuck," matt babbles, continuously abusing your cervix, "s'like you were made for me baby, feel so damn good..."

the slapping of skin drowns out the party happening around the both of you, too caught up in the intimate moment you share with each other. matt interlocks your hands with his, pressing kisses along your jaw and neck as he thrusts into you at an animalistic pace.

"m'so close," you babble, drool beginning to pool at the edge of your lips, your eyes shut with your head in the crook his neck.

"open your eyes, sweetheart," matt groans, tilting your chin up to face him, "wanna see your pretty face when you let go."

you open your eyes to stare up at matt's fucked out expression, his brown locs strewn across his forehead and sweat glistening under the pale moonlight — his horse chain dangled above you as the headboard rocked, most likely informing people of the current actions taking place. he looked so beautiful like that, you hoped this would be engraved in your mind forever.

"matt, fuck, fuck, fuck, i'm-"

"shit, feel you squeezin' me up baby, go ahead," matt moans, blue eyes staring down at you with lust, "that's it, let go f'me, angel..."

a loud, pornographic moan leaves past your lips as you came around matt's cock, your orgasm crashing over you — a liquid splashed all over the both of you, and matt looks down at where his cock connects with your pussy to see that you've just squirted on him.

"gonna cum soon baby, where do you want it?" matt moans, his hand coming down to press on the bulge in your stomach, "look at that, feel me right there? fuck, so fuckin' pretty all fucked out f'me."

"need it inside me, matt," you moan, your nails dragging across his back, your back arched impossibly higher.

"i'm cumming baby, fuck..." matt grunts, his thrusts sloppy as he continues hitting your sweet spot. "gonna fill you up, give you my babies, my girl..."

with a few more thrusts, matt's filling you up to the brim, his cock releasing everything he had inside of you — he sloppily thrusts into you to ride out both of your orgasms, before slowly pulling out of you. you hiss at the sensitivity of it all, matt throwing you an apologetic look as he falls down on the bed beside you.

you both are trying to catch your breath, the reality of what just occured dawning on you — matt said he was able to read your thoughts, there in the woods.

before you could turn to question him, he's already up and walking into the bathroom that connects to his room. you hear the water run shortly, before matt walks out with a towel. you smile at him as the bed dips beside you when he goes to sit in between your legs.

the warm towel hits your skin as matt attentively cleans you up — you couldn't help but admire his afterglow, his features glowing softly. even for a vampire, he still had a warmness that seemed to eminate from him.

"you're staring, y/n," matt jokes, looking up to meet your own shy eyes.

"sorry," you apologize shyly, as he finishes cleaning you up.

you watch as he goes back into the bathroom, then you carefully get up from the bed and walk over to his closet. sleeping over all the time, you had plenty of clothes probably in all three of the brother's rooms. matt's room was the one you spent the most time in, so naturally more of your clothes more or less resided with him.

you look through the closet and decide on a large graphic tee that belonged to matt, then a pair of your boxer shorts you'd had. you dressed in the clothes quickly, then you walk back over to the bed and take the dirty sheets off.

by the time matt had come out the bathroom, you had put on fresh sheets and a new blanket set. he smiled at the sight of you bundled under the covers, trying to force yourself to stay awake for him.

he slips into the bed beside you, bringing your body flush against his as his arm snakes around your waist. he holds onto you as if you'd slip right out of his grasp.

"matt," you whisper, adjusting yourself under him.

"yeah, sweetheart?" he responds, sending a kiss to your temple as the top of his head rests against yours.

"was my mind the first mind you'd ever read?" you ask him, feeling yourself become nervous as you await the answer.

"it was y/n, yeah," matt tells you. you smile at this, your insides warm at the realization that you were his soulmate. a moment of comfortable silence ensues after this, as you both just bask in each other's affection.

"you think chris and nick will question us when they realize we're not down there?" you giggle after a beat of silence, and matt chuckles.

"probably," matt says, bringing your body closer, "but get some rest for now, angel."

your eyes finally close, and slumber takes over your body. matt watches your heartbeat, reveling in the newfound feeling of having you as his soulmate.

( lilly's corner 💌 )

yes i know the ending was pretty cheesy, but i'm down bad for stuff like that 😭. i still hope you guys enjoyed this nevertheless! i love you all, muah. 💌

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Fluent Freshman - Part 43

PREV

FF is a pretty good student. Solid Bs in his Gen-eds and As in regard to his major. With one C+ that he’s still working on with Captain Neil but it’s higher than the D+ that he had been pulling before Captain Neil had started to tutor him and he really just needs to pass the one gen-ed required math class.

There was many a deep breathing exercise before he made an appointment with his educational advisor for the next semester back in October but it hadn’t been that bad even though she was the one that had asked if he knew anyone good at math since it obviously was not a strong suit of his. So he dragged his grade up from a D+ to a C+ and he was pretty proud of that.

FF has a preferred spot in each and every one of his classrooms. In his Gen-Ed courses he sits in spots that the Professors don’t even notice and where there is almost always a gap between him and the next person. He arrives perfectly almost late every single day for every single class he can to achieve this feat.

For his Major classes he sits near the front with the few Foreign Language major friends that he has.

FF likes to be prepared. Studying was a nice way to prepare for the future. If he’s already read the entire textbook front to back and taken notes then a pop quiz can’t catch him off guard. He double, triple, and quadruple checks homework. He could probably recite the syllabus for any of his classes off the top of his head. He has read it so much to make sure he’s gotten everything and is on track.

FF kind of likes finals week.

For once, for one week, everyone is as anxious as him.

He sits next to Nicky patting his back as his friend sobs into a pillow. “I’m not going to graduate and it’s going to delay seeing Erik by an entire year!” Nicky yells as he brings his face out of the pillow.

“Nicky, you only got one flashcard wrong how about you shut the fuck up!” Aaron yells from his desk where he seems to have spontaneously developed ambidextrousness as he writes notes with both hands. “Fuck I am NEVER fitting all of this one one index card.” Aaron slams his face into the table.

“I don’t even need this degree.” Matt says looking down at a textbook that he has not turned a page on for the last hour. The fact that Matt had also not even opened that textbook before now was a bit of a cause for concern. “I’ve already got offers for professional teams. I can just play Exy. I do not need to pass a workplace psychology course.” Matt says.

“You think Dan wants an idiot?!” Nicky demands not wanting to go down alone.

“She thinks it’s cute that I’m stupid!” Matt exclaims.

“No she doesn’t!” Aaron points at him, “She said and I quote ‘I love it when you use that big ol sexy brain of yours.’ the last time you had her on speaker phone!” he uses a slightly more…effeminate voice when he impersonates Dan but FF had spoken with Dan and to his memory she did not sound like that.

“Fuck you’re right she deserves an all rounder!” Matt cries, head in his hands.

“Why do I even have to TAKE this Gen-Ed about history?” Nicky demands now holding onto FF as if he were a teddy bear.

“So that we’re well-rounded individuals with a wider perspective on-”

“Smithy, my sweet child, I was not looking for an answer.” he feels Nicky’s hand come up to his hair and maybe he’s being treated more like a favored pet?

“You’re having trouble with a Gen-Ed?!” Aaron asks turning around in his seat, “That’s embarrassing.” he turns his nose up.

“I’m having trouble with something that is going to be useless in my adult life.” Nicky says as if he were not currently an adult. “You are having issues with a class that will have huge ramifications on your future if you don’t manage to learn it!” Nicky points out.

“Eat my shorts Nicky.” Aaron hisses.

“Maybe I could study if you would wash your shorts Aaron. I can smell your laundry pile from over here!” Matt spits.

The fight devolved from there and FF slipped out of the dorm as Nicky was holding a chair over his head to seemingly throw at Matt for his ‘unreasonable number of sticky notes messing up the flow of Nicky’s studying’.

He heard a crash.

“It’s probably fine.” he says to himself and he has his index cards with the speech he has to give for and he really should go over to talk with Captain Neil.

He walks to Captain Neil, Andrew, and Kevin’s door and- “There faster-!”

FF walks away from Captain Neil, Andrew, and Kevin’s door, remembering only in this moment that Kevin had declared that he would be “Living in the library until this paper is done or I am.” to the team at the last practice of the year.

Captain Neil and Andrew were never the type to waste an empty dorm room.

He misses Pepto Bismol as he hears a particularly dirty line of Russian coming from his Captain’s dorm room.

***

Eventually Finals week is done and dusted with only 4-5 more blow-ups in his dorm room that result in Nicky, Aaron, and Matt stopping their fight to see if they accidentally had knocked him out with all of the thrown debris (only happened once when Aaron threw a textbook that Nicky ducked but he didn’t.)

FF came out of his final…final feeling pretty good all around. He had managed to get some extra tutoring time with Captain Neil after Kevin managed to finish his history paper a little early. Despite all of their fears and complaints Aaron, Nicky, and Matt all did manage to pass all of their finals and their classes.

The Tower was closing tomorrow for the rest of the year and despite checking almost every day with Nicky he still was invited to go to New York City with most of the team to stay at Allison’s house.

“Smithy, did you pack a swimsuit?” Nicky asks.

“Nicky, we’re going to New York for Christmas break. Do you think we’re going to swim?” Aaron asks incredulously.

“Two words, my fetus of a cousin: Hot. Tub.” Nicky holds his hand up and putting one finger up and then another. “Is hot tub two words?” Matt asks as he reaches for his own swim trunks.

“Yes Matt hot tub is two words.” FF says nodding.

“Thank you Smithster.” Matt says.

“I can’t believe you don’t know that hot tub is two words.” Aaron says with a huff.

“I can’t believe that you don’t know how to not be an asshole even after you started getting regular sex with Katelyn.” Matt returns, “Look at how not a thing that was when Smithster answered it.” he gestures to FF.

“You cannot compare Smithy to Aaron. Apples and Tomatoes.” Nicky dismisses.

“Whatever, so Allison got a hot tub at her place?” Aaron moves past the conversation.

“Aaron you just made fun of Matt for asking stupid questions.” Nicky says with a hand on his cheek.

“I fucking hate being part of your family.” Aaron says without any real heat.

“Yeah sure.” Nicky says, rolling his eyes and smiling as he saw Aaron packing swim trunks that FF knew he had bought for his cousin.

“Okay, I’ve got the packing list that Allison sent. Do we wanna run through it so that we’re all properly packed?” Matt says holding up his phone.

“Yeah, let’s run through it.” Nicky says with a sigh.

They went through Allison’s provided list twice and then zipped up their suitcases. Smith was going to be driving to the airport with Matt. Neil and Andrew were going to be driving the Maserati up alone while the rest of them were going to be flying up to New York City.

Now onto something that filled FF with far more dread than simply passing tests that determined whether or not he continued to get a free ride in college.

Meeting new people.

NEXT >>

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

[bellsluvschrissturn]

The Face

Matt sturniolo x tutor reader

Warning: fem rec!v3 use of babe, baby mama ect, soft dom!Matt cumming in pants

Author note: idk how I feel about this one what's good sluts don't read if you are not into it, don’t bitch and complain if you don’t like shit like this grown the fuck up, anyways enjoy bitches I would say MDNI but you little shits won’t listen to me so fuck it. I'm dyslexic don’t come for me if sum not spelled right

7:15 am Y/n pov:

I'm walking to the office 10 minutes into class, I finally make it to the office and I sit in the tutor office with the lady Ms.Carnel the lady who assigns me the kid I need to tutor “ Hello Ms.Carnel is everything alright?” I ask “yes hun everything is just fine i just am assigning you a new student to tutor” “ oh okay who is it?’ I asked,KNOCK KNOCK “ Is this ms.Carnels office?” i hear a snobby voice say i swing my head around to see who it is i don't know him i think to myself “ Hello Mr.Matthew this is your tutor Ms.Y/N Y/L/N” “nice to meet you” i say to matt with a little wave he just nods his head with a snobby looking face “ ok well i'll let you guys talk i’ll leave you guys come up with a plan” “ ok wanna sit?” I ask “ nah i’m fine” “ okay if you're not gonna want this don’t get help” i snap “what?” he asks don’t act dumb matth- call me matt he says okay ‘Matt’ im not helping you sorry” “please please help me i need help if i don’t i’m not gonna graduate with my brothers please i’ll pay you” seeing as your living alone in an apartment you need the money “ fine but change your attitude and The face” “fine” he say “ ok seeing the help you need we will meet…. In the library for lunch on Tuesdays and fridays….. At one of our houses wednesdays and thursdays and i see you play lacrosse so practice is on mondays we won’t meet on mondays if you need any help when i'm not around here's my number ****-****-**** Whose house will we meet at?” “ mine on thursdays'' he says “ why on thursdays?” ? cause my my brothers have friends over every wednesdays and I won’t be able to concentrate” “ oh ok perfect” “see you tonight then seeing as its wednesday i'll text you the address”

2:02 pm Y/n pov:

I just got out of school and I have to get home shower clean and I don’t even know when he's coming over perfect, i just got home and i’m rushing the cleaning I swept and swiftered (it's like a mop) know i’m making cookies while i hop in the shower real quick because at this point i’m sweating I totally forgot about matt my music playing washing my body when the bell rings for like the 7th time probably “oh shit” i rush out the shower in my towel i open the door and run to the oven “ sorry sorry I totally forgot i got in the shower and sorry” i say still bent down trying to get the cookies out without burning myself not remembering i'm in a pretty short towel “ c- can you maybe n-not bend down in the towel?” “ what? Oh my god im sorry” no no its ok i didn't see anything just your upper thigh”

2:45 pm Matt’s pov:

That is a damn lie I saw everything I just didn't want to make her uncomfortable she is so pretty her tits almost popping out her pretty pretty pussy omg i”m bricked up asf

2:59 pm Y/n pov:

Fuck he saw everthing I know he saw everything he”s hard I can’t believe my dumb ass “ ok ready to start?” “ your gonna b-be in the towel?” he gulps “ oh no let me go change you can wait in my room” i go to my closet and put my thong and lacey bra on with a pair of short spiderman shorts and a black undershirt thats holds my tits well “ i’m back” you say sitting on the bed “ ok” he says looking at your tits

2 hours gone by

“ ok we're done for the day” “ ok so i can give you your payment?” he says with a smirk “ yup” you say as you stick your hand out expecting money instead he kisses your neck hu- uhhh you moan as he finds your sweet spot “omg” you moan he pushes you back on the bed as he kisses down your neck down your chest as you start taking off your shirt revealing your navy blue lace bra with a white trim border before he unclips it he looks up for permission “please” you beg “ its ok baby i'm gonna make you cum don't worry” he yanks your thong and shorts and starts to work his mouth ( lay your body down on that fucking couch open up your legs ima work ma mouth) holy- shit matt just like that omg omg matt-..... Omg omg im cumming matt omg "" let it out mama let it all out "" omg that was the best head i've ever gotten ""I think i just nutted in my pants” matt says “omg really?” “ ya your foot was putting pressure” “ sorry” “ no don’t be it was hot but let me clean you up he says walking away and you here the water running “i known we didnt fuck but your still filled with cum” “ i know its ok we can cuddle after” “ ok”

THE END

Hope you enjoyed bye

I'm not mean its just the way I talk ✌🏻

@slxtformatt @h3arts4harry @itsfloriii

[meowriddler]

Heyyy!!! Started reading your Edward stuff a little while ago and omg I love your writing! Was wonder if I could possibly request something with our boy Klitzy with a plus size!reader? Maybe Klitz finally has the balls to confess to reader and reader like rly rly likes him back but they’re like “but why me?” cause they’ve never really had anyone like them before? maybe they’re worried Klitz is just prancing them or smth? I’m projecting majorly rn I’m so sorry 😭

A/n: My beautiful lovely anon I deeply apologize for how late this request is, thank u for being my first request I really do hope u enjoy this ( also ur not projecting or anything luv dw )

( big shoutout to my best friend sky for helping me with this 🫶🥺)

Warnings: a hint of angst, both reader and klitz are a bit insecure

From the start~

Tim Klitz x plus size reader

Another year passes by and he still hasn’t uttered those three little words to you. You and Klitz have been friends ever since freshman year when you first came to the school, and being the new kid sucked with no one to talk to, you settled on just giving up. As all hope was lost, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. Looking back at the source, it was a cute but awkward-looking boy with this bowl haircut that his mom most likely did herself and those tiny little glasses that made him look more nerdy than ever. He flinches back as if you were the one who tapped him on the shoulder. He offers you a sheepish smile. His voice cracks a bit before speaking (that made you giggle). "Um, you must be the new student, well, obviously you are since the teacher literally just introduced you”. "Um, ok, that was a dumb question. "Anyways, I’m klitz,” he offered his hand for you to shake while smiling that damn smile, giving you butterflies.

That was how everything started. He introduced you to Matt and Eli (you had to admit you did not like Eli at the start with his crude comments on your body, which made Klitz want to throw hands with him).

But today was the day Klitz felt brave enough to confess to you (also from the constant harassment he gets from his friends to finally confess). He had everything planned out; he had texted you the night before to meet him in this beautiful park. Hopefully the green scenery would be romantic enough for you.

While Klitz was waiting for your arrival, he couldn't shake off that dreadful feeling of you not liking him back. In a way that he liked you, that is. He was ridden with overzealous anxieties about his confession, breaking your friendship apart. Too many what-if's and but's are running through his mind now, making him shake his head to get rid of the thoughts going through his head. As you showed up in the distance, his gaze averted to where you stood. There you were, in all of your glory, looking as breathtaking as ever. Kliz's vision started dissipating, but he drew in a slow, deep breath to keep his cool. 

In the distance, you saw Klitz standing beside a park bench, detailed with wood and well-constructed metal. You could feel yourself getting nervous as well as he was ever since you got that text message from Klitz. The night before was still plaguing your mind with overthinking, wondering what could have been so important that he would have wanted to meet you at this really nice park all alone. 

You walked towards him, your hands fidgeting slightly as your eyes scanned the park until they landed upon him. 
"Hey, Klitzy!" 
You cheerfully say this despite the nervous churn in your stomach. You might have been thinking that he had finally found out your feelings towards him, which is causing you a bit of panic, wondering what he might think of you. 

"O-Oh! Hey, y/n, you actually came." Klitz seemed a bit surprised. "H-How are you doing?" 
“ God, why can't I just talk right for once?" He thought to himself when he spoke nervously, facepalming internally.

You softly laughed at his nervousness, which was reassuring to know that he too was nervous.

"I'm doing great! "What about you?" You said it with a nervous but inviting smile on your face. Your cheeks made your eyes squint slightly whenever you smiled. 

"I'm good; thank you for asking." His smile was uncertain, but a genuine one at least. His fingers tapped the side of his leg nervously while he looked at you, occasionally looking away.

"It's no problem," You two stood there for a bit until you broke the silence in the park. "So why did you want to meet up?" You asked curiously, hoping that it was something silly like a school project. 

"Well, um, I-" Klitz's eyebrows tensed slightly, feeling nervous and unsure of his confession. He took in a deep breath, which made you seem a bit confused about what could have gotten him so jumbled up. His eyes were closed for a moment, opening as he exhaled. 
"I-I know it's a little sudden, but I've always had feelings for you." You could feel your heartbeat quicken just as much as he was starting to when he said these few words. 
"Ever since we became friends, well, actually ever since I first saw you," Klits let out a nervous laugh in between his speeches. "I've been afraid to say anything. I didn't want to ruin our friendship, but I don't want to be just friends. His face was a bit red as he stumbled over his words. A slight moment of silence was shared while you looked at him with curious, nervous, widened eyes as he confessed to you. "What I'm trying to say is that I like you, y/n."

You stared at him for a bit more as a smirk crept onto your face, starting out with a giggle then progressing into a humbling laugh.

"Wait, why are you laughing?" Klitz's face went from nervous to confused, feeling a bit defeated by your laughter at his confession. It took him a few days to even build up the courage to even invite you to the park in the first place. "What's so funny?" He was genuinely confused about why you would be laughing at him. 

As your laughter died down, you looked up at Klitz, who wasn't laughing with you; he was looking at you quite hurt and upset with your reaction. "You're joking, right?" You questioned me with a raised eyebrow. 

"I-" Klitz was looking at you with his mouth slightly open, letting his eyes flutter for a few blinks. "No, I was." He shook his head and sighed sharply before shaking his head. "You know what, never mind." Klitz turned on his heel to walk off before he could make a fool of himself any longer until you grabbed ahold of his wrist before he could storm off anywhere.

"N-No, Klitz Wait, I'm sorry." You holding onto his wrist sent a striking feeling through his spine, making his heart flutter ever more. He turned back to you slowly as the hope in his eyes returned when you stopped him from walking off. 

"I didn't know if you were joking or not; I never get asked out genuinely." You held onto his wrist a bit longer before he turned back to you, letting go of it when you came face to face with him again. "I wouldn't have thought that someone would really have eyes for me." You muttered under your breath, seeming a bit sorrowful but pleased to know that the person you liked had genuine interest in you. 

Klitz tilted his head slightly in a bit of confusion. He was still anxious, to say the least, but he was more interested in what you meant, showing a hint of concern for you as well. "What do you mean?" 

"Well, Im.. y'know." You looked down and shrugged, seeing your body discourage your thoughts on his confession. "Not fit for societal standards." 

It took him a moment to process what you meant until he had an 'aha' moment, noticing that you were commenting on your body. Klitz was a mess, to say the least. The effect you had on him should be a crime, the way his whole body broke into a cold sweat at the slight attention you so gracefully offered him. Klitz never viewed himself as a good-looking hell; he even considered himself ugly, but seeing you act this way baffles him. Who wouldn't want to be with you? You always found ways to light up a room with your presence alone, always finding ways to make him feel better about himself. It upsets him greatly to know you don't view yourself the way he sees you because you're anything but special. He could still recall the day he first laid eyes on you, as if Cupid flew in and shot an arrow through his beating heart. 

"Y/N, you are beautiful; you don't have to worry about so-called'societal standards." His eyebrows tensed, looking concerned about your self-image. "Don't take me as someone who would think that about you." Klitz moved a bit closer to you, feeling compelled to hold onto your hand to comfort you and as a way to show how passionate he felt towards you. 

"I'm just afraid that you would see me as I see myself." You muttered, looking off towards the plains of the park while the birds chirped a subtle song.

Klitz's nervousness never failed to return; he wanted to compliment and reassure you so desperately, so he held his breath, his shoulders tensing up as he gazed at your stunning complexion. "However you see yourself... I'm sure it's just you overthinking." Klitz quickly turned away with a reddened face. "If you could only see how you look in my eyes, you'd understand why I'd ever confess." His voice was ridden with nerves, making him stumble upon his words. "Come on, grow a pair; this isn't the time to be nervous." You couldn't tell, but he was slapping himself in the face inside his mind.

You suddenly felt a pair of lips collide against yours. The kiss was a bit clumsy but sweet, no less. You were shocked, to say the least, but that didn’t stop you from smiling at the kiss, and soon your eyes fluttered to a close. You rested your hand on his cheek and let out a blissful hum, still enraptured by the intimacy you both were sharing. But eventually u pull away feeling so many emotions at the same time, good emotions, though u look up at klitzy, who was now wearing the same expression as yours but slightly different, it looked worried as if he didn’t think u might’ve actually liked him back before u could utter anything out klitz starts spitting out apologizes like there is no end to them.

I-I’m so sorry I-knew this was a dumb idea a-and I shouldn’t have k-kissed u like that I-I’m really sorry. Before anymore pointless sorrys could come out of his trembling self, you tugged down the collar of his shirt, now facing you at eye level, as you gently placed your soft lips on his, making sure to put every single loving molecule that is in your body through that damn kiss. As you slowly separated from each other, you look up at him.

Nothing but admiration was behind those small dorky glasses he never grew out of; no words were exchanged between you, just loving glances as you lean onto him, touching temples. You whisper back to him those sweet three little words Kiltzy was aching to hear.

He finally grew some balls and said those three words 👍🤓

A/n thank u so much for reading I really hope u enjoyed this ( I apologize if klitz sounds too ooc it was my first time writing for him ) don’t forget to drink some water👹

[hphmmatthewluther]

Back By Midnight: Operation OBSERVATORY - Part 1/4

(A/N: And we're back! I know I've been on hiatus for....a while...but uni and stress is finally all behind me and I can spend this summer writing as much as possible! And so we're back with Back By Midnight! This chapter features @camillejeaneshphm 's wonderful oc Camille!)

Taglist of peeps who might be interested (lemme know if you want to be added or removed!): @akaisenhatake​ @camillejeaneshphm​ @catohphm​ @fangirl-screaming​ @rosachaotic​ @ag907​ @nikyiscreepy​ @oseathepebble​

Matthew Luther has been brought into the mysterious Midnight Foundation, but before he can become a fully-fledged agent he must prove himself in their training program. Determined to help solve the mysteries discovered previously, he must make new friends and overcome the obstacles set out before him if he wants to live up to his title of “Agent Moon”...

***

Dawn broke over the city of London, and Matthew was awake for it. He was sitting on a balcony overlooking an empty street, dressed in a loose-ish dark red shirt and dark blue denim jeans (Galileo had told him that it would be best to dress smart-casual for the first day). He was eating breakfast as he sat there, every few seconds turning to look at the suitcase just behind him. It was everything he’d apparently need for the next four months.

Finishing breakfast, he left the balcony and carried the bowl and the suitcase downstairs to the kitchen. Sitting there reading the paper was a man in his early fifties with short brown hair and a small beard along his chin. He turned to Matthew and smiled. Matthew tried to smile back, and not look at the headline which read “CENTRAL LONDON FIRE AND BREAK-IN: INVESTIGATIONS ONGOING”. Funny. He’d been the victim of one and the cause of the other.

“You all ready, then?” Peter Luther asked, putting the newspaper down. “You know, I’m really proud of you for doing this. Putting yourself out there, and getting some great experience, too.”

Matthew nodded, smiling in the same way he’d smiled at that Reflection employee two weeks ago. “Yeah, it’s great that they offer short courses like these at colleges. It’s not completely related to my degree, obviously, but there’s a lot more crossover than you’d expect.”

“Well, you’d be the expert in that.” Peter shrugged. It was a pretty good cover story, all things considered, but even someone like him, who’d left school at 16, could tell that going from biology to astronomy was something of a leap. “But I trust you, Matt, I want you to know that. Make sure you enjoy yourself up there, okay?”

“Course I will, yeah.” Matthew paused as he saw a car pull up outside. “Ah, there’s my friend I told you about. I should probably head off, don’t want to keep them waiting…”

Peter gave Matthew a brief hug and smiled at him. Matt said another quiet “bye” to his Dad and opened the door, taking a brief look at the pictures on the wall before leaving. Some had four people in them, but most had three. Blinking for a moment, he turned and walked out the door, closing it behind him. He went to get in the back of the car, before hearing the voice of the driver.

“In the front, Agent Moon, if that’s alright.” came the voice of Agent Terra, who was sitting in the driver’s seat. He looked in to see Agent Gaia sitting at the back, a laptop on her legs and a pile of folders in the middle seat that had toppled onto the third seat due to the movement of the car. “We’re meant to be working right now, but…we wanted to have a chat before you started training.”

Terra pressed a button and the boot door opened, allowing Matt to put his suitcase and rucksack in. Closing it back down, he walked over and got into the passenger seat, and had barely put his seatbelt on when the car,a decently expensive one from what Matthew could tell, started moving.

Gaia cleared her throat as they passed through the London streets. “See, Agent Galileo told us you were off today, and that she’d be sending Agent Eclipse to pick you up. And Terra wasn’t sure-”

“Hey, don’t pin all this on me, ok?” Terra said, rolling his eyes. “We both agreed that it’d be better if we were the ones to do it. Just to make sure…uhm…”

“That Atticus wouldn’t scare me off?” Matthew guessed. The two looked at each other before Terra refocused on the road.

“Something like that.” Agent Gaia said in a hushed voice, looking down at her laptop screen. “It’s weird knowing his name now, but honestly, it fits him. Galileo did tell us not to tell any other agents, though. Eclipse likes to keep his secrets, after all.”

Matthew thought about the years he’d known Atticus. They’d played together as kids whenever they were allowed over to see his mother’s side of the family. That visit where he’d told Matthew to go for the MI6 job was the last time he’d seen Atticus in years. “Yeah, I guess he does. I feel bad for having yelled it out, um, back at E- um, Agent Galileo’s office.”

“Don’t worry about it, you had no way of knowing.” Terra reassured him, taking another turning as the car snaked through the London suburbs. “If I’d seen one of my cousins working as a spy, I’d probably have the same reaction. Though probably best to switch to Eclipse while you’re training.”

Matthew nodded, looking out of the window as the buildings around them gradually became further spaced apart and shorter as they entered the Greater London area. The patchwork of suburbs that surrounded the city made for a nice view as the car sped through, the traffic minimal seeing as they had passed the morning rush hour. He noticed that Terra wasn’t following a satnav or a phone, and instead appeared to know the route from memory. Terra briefly looked back at Matthew and smiled, with Matthew smiling back, before turning his full attention to the road once more.

“You all healed up, by the way? Some of those bruises looked pretty nasty.” Terra asked, scratching his head as he took the car onto an A-Road. The expensive-ish houses around them gave way to the green and pleasant fields of the English countryside, minus the housing development site or two.

Matthew turned back around, having been counting how many fields of sheep he saw. “Oh yeah, uh, I’m more or less perfect. The stuff Agent Luna gave me cleared them up in no time.”

“Yeah, Luna’s the best.” Gaia smiled from the back seat, her quiet typing having not stopped since the journey began. “Or so I’ve heard. I’ve never really needed the Medical Team’s help, being a handler and all.”

Terra chuckled. “Nope, me neither.”

Gaia suddenly cleared her throat. “Well, actually-”

“Oh, for god’s sake-”

“I have a rather distinct memory of you burning your finger on the toaster in the break room-”

“It was a bad burn!” Terra hissed, rolling his eyes as the car came to a stop at a red light.. “It needed medical attention!”

“Yes, and Agent Luna was there to provide; her invaluable guidance of “stop screaming and run your hand under the tap” really saved the day, didn’t it?” Gaia snorted, clearly remembering the incident in vivid detail in her head. “At least she had the decency to say you were very brave and it wasn’t your fault the toaster was still warm.”

“You are totally misrepresenting things!-”

Matthew watched all of this with a bemused expression. “Um…light’s green, um…” he muttered.

“If you hadn’t denied it, I wouldn’t have had to explain!”

“I denied it because I knew you would explain!”

Matthew cleared his throat, albeit quietly. “Um, the light is-”

There was a loud honk from behind, and Terra hastily moved the car forward. Silence followed for a few seconds, before Matthew couldn’t help but laugh. Eventually, the twins followed.

“Sorry, Moon, didn’t mean to…” Terra paused, covering his mouth to hold in more laughter. “This is why we tend to stay back at HQ. At least there we can argue all we want without annoying anyone.”

Matthew simply smiled. “It’s not annoying to me, really. As long as you keep your eye on the road, you can argue all you like.”

Gaia sifted through the notes on the seat beside her. “Well, that’s very nice of you to say. And once you’re through training here, you’ll get to listen to us argue a lot more.”

“I look forward to it.” Matthew said, watching as the countryside scenery continued to roll on by. Eventually, he spoke up again. “So…I’m guessing you can’t say much about the training, right?”

Terra shrugged. “Well, they change it every time, since people can retake it and everything, but the basic principles are always the same. You know, physical ability, problem solving, teamwork, ability to deal with the stresses of the job, all that stuff.”

Matthew had assumed as much, but hearing it from someone else made it all feel a lot more real somehow. “I see…wonder if I’ll have to retake it…”

Terra and Gaia looked at each other briefly. “Are you joking?” Gaia chuckled, leaning forward to look at Matthew. “You’ve already got a successful mission under your belt, what do you have to worry about?”

“Yeah, but…” he trailed off, his smile fading. “A lot of that was down to you two.”

Terra sighed. “Look, we appreciate it, really. But you can’t sit there and say that some of that wasn’t because of your own skills, right?”

Matthew shrugged. “I…I guess? I dunno, sorry, um…” he stammered, wincing at himself. He tried not to think about what Bill would say if all of this was for nothing, or what Terra and Gaia would think of the person who took Bill’s title, or even what Eclipse would think. “I just don’t know if I can do it again.”

“Well…” Terra said, a small smile appearing on his face, “There’s only one way to find out.”

The car drove through a roundabout, off the A-Road, and past a hill with some trees on it before a vast compound came into view. There were half a dozen hills scattered across the area, each with its own domed building with a large telescope sticking out of it. Matthew watched as small shuttered hangars, large antennae, and smallish buildings that reminded him of university housing went by, until Terra stopped the car by the front entrance, a sign over the doors reading “Haverhill Observatory - Operated by The Midnight Foundation”.

“Alright, this is you.” Terra said, leaning back in his seat. “Gaia, his things?”

Gaia leant forward again and passed a document of some kind with a card paperclipped alongside it. Matthew took it and noted Agent Galileo’s signature on it, as well as a blue stamp with the Midnight Foundation’s logo on it. He got out of the car and held up the paper. Sure enough, the stamp matched the logo next to the double doors. He turned back around to grab his bags from the boot, before turning back to the twins.

“Thanks for this, I really appreciate it.” He looked down at the card quickly, and was surprised to see that it had the image from his MI6 file.

“No worries, Moon. We’ll see you on the other side, yeah?” Gaia said, waving to him with a smile.

Terra gave a wave and a nod too. “Good luck, mate. They won’t know what hit ‘em.” Both agents rolled up their windows, and the car rolled away. Matthew stood there for a second, took a breath, and turned towards the double doors. Entering, he saw that the architecture was quite similar to that of the London Headquarters, though much smaller and without the large carvings and sculptures, instead favouring detailed paintings of the solar system as well as several stars, presumably ones discovered here. 

Not wanting to be late, he stepped towards the desk. He would have said something (hopefully something coherent), but the receptionist interrupted before he could.

“Card and certificate, please.” He said, in a tone that suggested that he’d be spending most of today saying those four words. Matthew obliged, and watched as he stamped the certificate once more before putting it in a pile of certificates nearby. Matthew guessed that maybe 7 or 8  people had arrived here before him. That made him feel some amount of relief: he probably wasn’t late. Once the receptionist had scanned the card, he passed it back to Matthew.

“Oh, thank you-” he said quietly. The receptionist looked up in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected to be thanked, before continuing to type away on a computer.

“...You’re signed in…Agent. Would you like to be known as Matthew Luther for your time in training or choose another name?”

It was now Matthew’s turn to be surprised. He knew they’d have to take measures to make sure people didn’t know about just how he’d been recruited, but to take on a new name? He thought about it for a moment, about what he wanted his name to be associated with, and-

“Matthew Luther is fine, thank you.” He said, adjusting the collar of his shirt a little. The receptionist typed this into the computer. Another button pressed, and there was a click from the door to the left.

“Thank you, Mr Luther. If you’ll continue into the cloak room you can drop your luggage there. It will be brought to your room. Then, continue on until you reach the meeting room.”

Matthew nodded, and started on his way before pausing and turning back around. “Sorry, um, I don’t suppose there’s a map or something, is there?”

The receptionist’s face formed a smile, a sort of this is my favourite part of the job smile. “You should be able to find it. If not, a member of staff will come to collect you.”

Matthew clicked his tongue. “I see. Thanks again.” he said, turning back to the door, his brain registering the feeling that the training might have already begun.

The cloak room, at least, seemed fairly normal. He slotted his suitcase in the nearby rack, which seemed to operate like an airport baggage claim in reverse, with the baggage disappearing from view as the rack spun around. It now occurred to him that he had very little trust in this place, and found himself wondering what was and wasn’t a test. Needless to say, he decided to keep a hold of his rucksack just in case. Slinging it on his back, he opened the other door and left the cloakroom. He found himself walking through a thin, brown corridor with several framed signs on the wall. One read “DO NOT TRACK MUD INTO THE OBSERVATORY”, the next said “PLEASE DO NOT LITTER OR LEAVE BELONGINGS BEHIND”, and the final one read “BE CAREFUL - EQUIPMENT EASILY DISTURBED”.

Matthew could admit that he felt a little patronised by all this, but knew he had to balance this with the fact that somewhere in those signs was the guide to not failing at the first hurdle. Cautiously, very cautiously, he opened the door into the next room, though stood in the doorway without going right in. This room was wider than the last one, and a lot less brown too. The floor consisted of several metal squares, which looked similar to the material that escalators were made from. To his left and right, the walls were covered in pipes and venting, as white as the wall they covered. Finally, Matt looked up at the ceiling, which oddly enough reminded him of the ceiling of a classroom.

Surely not was Matthew’s first thought. He had been taught during his time at MI6 to disregard any and all cliches from spy movies, even the ones as subtle as using codes and ciphers. These days, all messaging was done in encrypted programs. But considering the Midnight Foundation already had a propensity for the use of gadgets, he realised he couldn’t be too careful. 

He took his rucksack off of his back, and pulled out one of the pens he’d packed. He wondered vaguely if the Foundation made pens that exploded as he tossed the pen into the room. The pen bounced off the square it hit perfectly, then the next one just the same, but it was when the pen landed in between two of the slits of the metal that Matthew realised what the problem was. Slowly, the square the pen had landed on started to tilt.

Matthew leant down to look at the square closest to him, or rather through it. He pulled out his phone and the light passed through, revealing a large pool of mud. This was a military survival course crammed into an observatory. He had to marvel at the ingenuity of it all, a smile forming on his face as he lent on the doorframe. He looked over to the pen that he’d dropped. Judging by the signs, he probably shouldn’t leave it there, and so very slowly he put his bag back on his back and tiptoed towards the square where it had ended up. 

Fortunately, he’d thrown the pen sideways more than he had forward, and so in only three or four squares he’d almost gotten to it. Already starting to slip, he reached for the pipes, and was surprised to find they were sturdy enough to hold his weight. Something occurred to him at that moment. He pulled himself further to the edge of the room, grabbing another pipe to do so, and hoisted his feet up to rest on the pipes too. They didn’t budge. Loosening a finger, he tapped on the pipes, and as he’d suspected, there was the thunk thunk of a decidedly un-hollow “pipe”.

A full smile on his face, he started manoeuvring across the wall of pipes, picking up his pen as he went along. From this angle, he could make out several muddy footprints across the other half of the room, presumably from people who tried to brute force it. For Matthew, it seemed the rules of hiking applied to this test: Leave no trace. It seemed incredibly fitting for spies too.

Across the room he went, tapping the pipes before putting his weight on them just to make sure the Foundation hadn’t put any decoys in to mess with anyone who’d found the solution. He came to the far wall, and looked over to the door. There were a few squares between him and the door, which by far had the most mud on them. It seemed the challenge of the room wasn’t over just yet. Something else had caught his notice as well. The footholds that seemed designed into the pipes had been going upward, so much so that Matthew’s brown hair was brushing against the ceiling. Unable to help himself, he stretched upward a little and felt the square in the ceiling move upward. He’d always wanted to do that whilst at school.

He shook his head as he focused his attention on the door, head still brushing against the ceiling. Did they want him to jump for it? He considered it and got ready to go for it, trying to get as high up the pipes as possible, before realising that there was no longer a ceiling overhead. He looked up, and a pair of hands was holding the square. There was a gasp, and the hands dropped it. Matthew didn’t have time to stop it hitting him square in the face, but at least was able to reach out to grab it before it fell onto the floor. He coughed and sputtered from the dust, before looking up at where the hands had come from. There was a light.

He was only able to stammer the word “H-Hey!” as he quickly clambered upward, having to breathe in a bit to get his long legs through. He placed down the ceiling part and breathed a sigh of relief as he hit solid ground. He really should have guessed that the ceiling at a state-of-the-art observatory shouldn’t have done that. The area above the room was dusty and small, the light Matthew had seen emanating from a crawl space in the wall. 

Matthew’s attention, however, was on who the pair of hands had belonged to. Here on the ceiling with him was a woman around his age, perhaps a year or two older. She was fat and had brown skin, with dark curly hair and bright green eyes that reminded Matthew of his own, though they were more of an olive shade compared to his. She also, somehow, seemed even more nervous than him.

“Um,” he began, still getting his feet in through the hole in the ceiling, “hello. Sorry, um-”

Before he could say anything else, the woman made a noise that Matthew could only describe as a “squeak”. “Oh! I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to let that hit you, I was just trying to slot it back in! They…took marks off from me for it last, um…” she trailed off, and before Matthew could say anything else she had fled through the crawlspace, her red trainers dropping away with the rest of her into the light. Matthew turned back to look at the ceiling square, rubbing his forehead where it had struck him. He slotted it back in place, the light from the room below disappearing. A few seconds later, he heard the sound of the door below opening, a single footstep, and a muddy splash. Matthew chuckled silently as he moved towards the crawlspace.

To his surprise, the crawlspace didn’t lead to the room on the other side of the door, but instead veered left, ending at an exit 30 metres or so away. Matthew watched as the woman from earlier appeared outside, squatting down to put the grate back over it. Gritting his teeth, Matthew continued onward, trying his best to move quickly, though this was difficult as a result of his height. He kept going, making sure to avoid a few bits of mud here and there before reaching the grate himself. He reached out and pushed it open, and hoisted himself out. He got up, caught his breath, stretched, and put the grate back in its place.

At this point he was half-expecting a bottle with a label reading Drink Me or something of the sort, but instead, the room was totally empty save for a single door, and a sign next to it reading MEETING ROOM ONE. Not wanting to take any chances, Matthew once again opened the door and remained in the doorframe. This time, however, he needn’t have worried; inside was a fairly standard lecture room, complete with blue leather seats. Matthew saw 4 other people in the room already, the woman from the ceiling among them, as well as a man in his late forties at the front of the room.

“Ah, welcome. Thank you for arriving so promptly.” He said, adjusting the glasses on his face as well as his neatly combed hair. “If you could take a seat, we shall wait for the others before we begin.”

Matthew sat down near the back of the room, trying not to be too close to anyone. He leant back, the realisation that he had made it through a military survival course unscathed. He’d followed the signs the very best he could, but he couldn’t help but look over to the woman who’d been up in the ceiling. He promised himself to thank her at the next chance he got, having realised that if not for her, his feet would likely be covered in mud and he’d probably not even have found the room. He still wasn’t convinced that he had what it took for all this.

Over the next half an hour, about a dozen or so others came into the room, with varying degrees of mud on their clothes. Once that happened, the man at the front pressed a button on the laptop he was standing in front of. Five minutes later, and the door opened once more. A man and a woman wearing security uniforms gestured into the room, and around ten more people filed in, none making eye contact, every single one with mud on them. Matthew figured that the door must not have led anywhere. With everyone assembled, the man in front cleared his throat.

“Thank you.” He said, nodding to the two security guards who turned and left the room. “Well, on behalf of the Midnight Foundation, I’d like to welcome you all to Haverhill Observatory, and of course, to your Basic Training. Over the next four months we will build up and test the skills needed to be one of our agents.”

“Now, a lot of you come from various governmental departments, military espionage groups, private military companies and intelligence organisations. An agent of ours scouted you for your talents, as well as an interest in astronomy, and you were asked to attend this four-month training course.”

Matthew took a moment to examine the room. There was a group near the front who he recognised as fellow agents of MI6. They didn’t seem to pay him much attention. He’d never exactly minded that, but Matthew was starting to wonder if that had been a mistake on his part.

The man continued. “My name is Agent Hubble, and I will be overseeing this first part of your training. Much of this first month or so will involve you getting used to the very basic duties an Agent has to follow, featuring a mix of spywork and astronomy. You’ll notice that for an agency like this one, we’re rather open amongst ourselves about the fact that we are, indeed, spies. We are secret agents. This is true above all other things, at all times. What that means for each of you may differ slightly, but it should nevertheless bring you to similar conclusions about what to prioritise when on missions.”

“Now, to begin. I’d like to ask you all to find someone to work with. We have surmised over several years of carrying this training out that cooperation is one of the skills least developed in our recruits, and so to correct this we have decided to create opportunities to use this skill from the very beginning of your time here.”

Matthew felt like his stomach was about to turn in on itself. He’d done so well up until this point, even if he’d needed a bit of help, and now it was all bound to collapse. He knew how this would go. He looked over at the group of recruits from MI6, and sure enough they were either pairing up with their friends from other groups or with each other. He felt an urge to just leave the room, but then he turned to see the woman from earlier. He recognised the exact same things he was feeling at once, from the stomach ache to the eyes looking around the room trying to decide what to do. He stood up, adjusting his rucksack, and crossed the room.

“Um, hello-” he began, in very much the same way he had when she’d dropped the ceiling on his head. “S-Sorry, I, um…I wanted to, um…”

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that, really, don’t let me take up your time-” she insisted, her french accent still as strong as before.

“Wait, um, that wasn’t…I actually wanted to thank you.”

The woman raised her eyebrow. “Really?”

“Well, I would have had to do the walk of shame otherwise, I imagine, so…yeah.” Matthew shrugged.

She blinked, unsure how exactly to respond. “Oh…well, it’s no problem, really. You should…probably find a partner, though…”

“Yeah, um…” he sighed, looking out over the lecture hall. “...I don’t exactly know anyone here. Would it, um…would it be ok if I worked with you? It’s totally ok if not, um…” he said, trailing off as he winced at himself. The others seemed to make it so easy, but then again a lot of them seemed to know each other.

Matthew would have dwelled more on his failure to network if not for hearing: “Really? You’d…want to work with me? I…I should probably tell you now, this isn’t my first time attempting to pass, I’ve…had to retry it several times now.” she admitted, looking away for a moment.

“I’m ok with that.” Matthew replied bluntly. He couldn’t explain it, but for some reason when he talked to her it didn’t feel like he was struggling to find ways to respond. That he could trust her to be patient with him.

“Oh…well, as long as you’re sure.” She said, gesturing for him to sit down. “I should probably introduce myself. My name’s Camille..”

Matthew sat down, allowing himself to smile as the stress faded from his body. “Nice to meet you, Camille. My name’s Matthew.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Mathieu.” Camille said, smiling back in very much the same way. “If you enjoyed getting here, you should see what we’ve got to do to get our room keys.”

[angelisaslutforthesturniolos]

When you cant choose, why not have both🤭 part 1

Warnings: smut, p in v, creampie, daddy kink, (p n v), f!ngering), unprotected! (Wrap it before you tap it!)

Y/n (your name)

Chris

Matt

Nick

Aubreigh (your friend)

Your 21 and a Virgin! Your biggest insecurity was being a virgin past 20! You had thought of asking your friend chris to take it quite a few times, yet it just felt so wrong.

Chris had been your best friend for 5 years now, you were very close with him, and his brothers matt and nick.

You were supposed to be meeting Chris, matt, nick and aubreigh (your other best friend) at the arcade, for Chris's birthday, but you were running late.

You only just started getting dressed when you heard a voice.

"Hey, need some help" it was chris, he had a huge grin on his face.

"Chris! I'm getting dressed get out!"

"Ha sorry, nothing I haven't seen before".

"So, ugh you know what, fine I do need your help".

"Really" Chris smirked.

"Yes, I can't choose a outfit for your birthday." You said with an annoyed look on your face.

"Sorry, I was just kidding, of course I'll help!" Chris replied feeling sorry, he ran over and straight away pulled out this short, tight black dress, you never wore cause you felt you were on display.

"Perfect, this one makes your ass look good" Chris smirked jokingly throwing it at you.

"CHRIS!", "this is way to revealing". You shouted

"Oh come on it looks so good on you, pleaseee, for the birthday boy?" Chris said with a sweet tone throwing puppy dog eyes at you.

Ugh you almost cringed at the sight, "ugh fine, thank you and happy birthday!".

"Ha thanks, no need for a gift BTW, you in this dress will be my gift", he winked.

Chris and you were friends since forever! He had never thought of you any more than a friend, "why was he flirting so much" you thought.

You got changed but felt a presence behind you, "go away chris, ew gross, im getting changed." You yelled, but when you turned around expecting see chris, you saw matt instead, he was stood against the door frame with this look on his face, it was different, almost scary.

"M-m-matt?" You stuttered surprised, "what are you d- doing here, i-i am getting ready for the arcade!

"Hey baby, you look soooo good in that damn dress, mmm" matt said licking his lips whilst looking you up and down capturing every inch of your body in this dress, "im ready, but I don't know if I can go with you looking like that, to distracting." Matt said with a serious look on his face.

It almost looked like he wasn't joking..

"M-matt um- ew, your gross, now get out ill wear what I want!" You shouted, though you almost liked this side of him.

"I don't care what matt says I'll wear it to annoy him, yeah and he will be begging all night" you thought to yourself feeling very mischievous.

It was 9:30 pm and you, matt, Chris, nick, aubreigh all left for the arcade.

There was 2 cars, aubreigh, chris and nick in one, you and matt in the other.

It was just you and matt now, alone, it was so silent he could probably hear your loud breathing you thought, matt reached a hand and placed it on your thigh, you jumped shocked at his cold hand on your thigh. "M-matt what are y-you doing?" You said shakily, yet no reply, he was silent. You felt so nervous and sweaty, his finger started sliding up higher almost touching your heat, you felt yourself getting wet, until, you arrived

"No dang it" you yelled out loud by accident

Matt giggled at you.

Hey guys thanks for reading I know it's not spicy fanfic, but it will be very spicy in part 2!

Part 2 will be out today or tommorow! And it's gonna be very spicy sooo warning ⚠️

FILTH I MEAN IT!

With love and a dirty mind, 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵🫶

[mwahsturns]

📝 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - MATT STURNⵊOLO

professor!matt sturniolo x student!reader

Contains: HEAVY smut/oral (female receiving)/fingering/p in v/creampie/swearing/A lot of praise/teasing/flirting/pet names/ unprotected sex/aftercare/fluff. Semi-proof read! And I think that’s it let me know if there’s more.

Synopsis: you’re an 18 year old freshman in college and you’ve always been in love with writing, your whole life you’ve always been hiding behind your books and your writing. You decided you wanted to go to college because you knew you wanted to become something with your writing, you’ve always had big dreams about your work and you knew you could do it. But one day you find out your regular professor had quit his job because of an injury and you were getting a new teacher. What happens when the new professor offers to get you a head making sure you make it where you need to be?, and you end up fucking your new professor.. Mr sturniolo.

Author’s note: i’m doing a collab with @iluvmattsbeard! go check out her version of the reader being the professor! this is my version where Matt is being the professor! i’m so so excited I had the opportunity of working on this with her. she is so so sweet and absolutely talented. i want everyone to show her some love and support because she deserves it! And please enjoy. 💗

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Today has been interesting to say the least, our regular teacher professor Charles quit due to an injury in his knee causing him to have surgery and he probably won’t be able to walk again. I as I walked into the classroom I see I’m the only student here, as I’m putting my stuff down I hear someone walk in.

I swear I felt my heartbeat when I looked behind me, there he was professor sturniolo I only know his name because it’s on his desk but not the point. God he looked so fucking sexy his hair wasn’t messy but it looked so effortlessly fluffy and he had these black glasses that framed his face perfectly, he also had a little blue ish button up shirt but it was slightly opened to where you could see his gold chain. He had some rings on and a watch on his right hand, his beige pants perfectly showed his cock just looking made my mouth water.

Fuck his beard too god this man was a whole walking sex object, I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts by his voice. ‘Hey your early” he says smiling ‘yea I’m always early’ I place my bag on my chair and sit on top of my desk with my leg placed on to of the other one. I noticed him look me up and down and I looked and saw my skirt has lifted a little bit. I was wearing a black and white long sleeve shirt, my cleavage Showing as my necklace sits perfectly on my chest. My skirt was short and plaid with some short sorta see through white socks and some black buckled heals.

‘Cute outfit” he winks and goes to write the agenda on the board, I smile and turn on my heels and sit on my desk and nibble on my pen smirking as I watched him. Eventually everyone started walking into the class and my best friend heather ran over to me and sitting next to me, ‘dude the new professor is so sexy!’ She smiles and as takes her books out, ‘I know we talked this morning’ I smirk as I take a sip of my water. ‘No wonder you’re in the front of the class’ we laugh as we hear professor sturniolo start to speak.

‘Okay guys so as you know professor Charles is out so I’m your new teacher, I’m Mr sturniolo and today’s assessment should be easy you need to write a short story about anything you’d like and share it to the class.’ He smiles and writes it on the board, ‘you guys have the next hour to write it then I’ll have all of you share yours with the class’ oh I got this in the bag I thought as I started writing.

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The hour is up and he stands in front of the class as he gets ready to announce who goes first, I feel him starting at me as he starts to smirk. ‘You first’ he smirks as he tilts his head looking deeply into my eyes, ‘’me?’ I say confused. ‘Your names Y/n isn’t it?’ He says sassily, ‘yes sir it is’ I say with the same amount of sas ‘well then the floors yours’ he smiles and sits at his desk. I grab my paper and walk the the front of the class flatting my shirt as I begin to read, ‘We shall start with a secret couple, their names is professor Lucas, and a student named Sophia. The two are secretly in love but has yet to expose it to the world so let’s dive deep into their life styles before things get intimate…’ I say smiling as I continue to read.‘Sofia is a very pretty girl, amazing personality, great style, she is a phenomenal actress and she has a great judge of Character and if we need to speak about her body we can say that she has some amazing ideal curve and her face sits perfectly.

‘Professor Lucas is a great guy with amazing humor and he does a phenomenal job at teaching, (that’s what turns Sophia on) he cares for his class and he truly is the person you couldn’t hate even if you tried. Jumping in Sophia walks into lecture hall, looking a little bit more Expensive or extravagant, she is wearing her Golden necklace that says her name in a cursive writing a white button up long sleeve crop top tied at the bottom with a tripled white skirt and some white heals. (she truly loves the color white, she feel it enhances her look more) as sophia Is carrying her books, Professor Lucas takes notice and says ‘ah Ms Raven, please have a seat in the front for me.’ He says pointing out the seat closes to him smiling. Sophia walks down to take a seat and sets her notebooks down and gets her Mac-book out of her bag to place it elegantly on her desk.

Professor looked down and said ‘good morning sweetheart, why are you late?’ As Sophia looks up into his amazing beautiful emerald eyes and smiled saying ‘I woke up late sir’ she knows calling him Sir makes him feel respected and satisfied, ‘hmm see me after class young lady…’ as he continues the lecture. As the day goes on classes come to an end, which reminds Sophia to go meet with professor. As she arrived she placed a firm knock on the door and patiently waited for him to come and answer, in less than a minute the professor answered the door and said ‘Ms raven please come in’ as he smiled looked outside the door before closing it too lock it. He looked at her with a romantic expression. ‘I want us to get intimate, we’ve been kissing secretly hanging out for a while but now, I want to show you that I’m ready for another step and that is showing you that I want to dominate you and show you how much I love you in a different way’ ‘I’d figure you’d get the hook’ the professor looks confused when she says that and says ‘what do you mean?’ As he steps a little closer toward her, ‘I mean I’ve been wearing the slutty things to lure you in or to make you want to fuck me, I wanted to show you that I’m ready for the next step but I was just to afraid to ask.’

The professor steps closer to her them almost touching noses as he says ‘Mama you don’t gotta be nervous or afraid, if you want me to give it to you just ask me. I won’t even hesitate’ professor says as he slowly cuffed her Chin and pulled her into an intimate kiss inhaling deeply as it escalated.

Sophia continues the kiss for a few more moments before breaking it wrapping her hand in his tie, ‘I want you’ sounding a little breathless turning the professor on more. ‘I know you do baby’ the professor said gently brushing his hand down the side of her face, ‘lay down, and open your legs for me’ Sophia proceeds to do so as the professor smiled and watched, As she finished doing what he asked he then spoke ‘good girl’ as he then walked closer to her then sliding his fingers up her inner thigh to tease her already wet pussy. he rubbed his thumb around her clitoris teasing even more before gently sliding off her white see through lingerie panties. He took off his shirt revealing his soft skin and muscular chest.

sniffing the panties and throwing them to the side, he licked his middle and ring finger before rubbing her clitoris once again before loosing his belt and took of his cargo baggy black jeans revealing his huge cock print in his underwear. he took her hand and rubbed it around his print moaning and groaning a little. And just know you aren’t going nowhere….’ As I finished reading this class started clapping, I look at Matt to see him smirking arms crossed god he looks perfect.

‘Great job mrs L/N and um can you see me after class?’ I smiled and nodded my head as I walked back to my seat.

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Class ended and I’m packing up my stuff as I hear heather start talking, ‘girl your paper was so good like ugh i felt the emotion and I think professor sturniolo liked it too’ she winks putting on her backpack. ‘Who knows but I’ll see you after?’ ‘Duh ofc you will’ I laugh putting on my backpack, soon everyone leaves and I walk up to the professors desk. ‘You wanted to speak with me?’ I say smiling, ‘yea I did um your writing is so excellent your a very talented young lady’ he smiled leaning forward on the desk. ‘Well it is my specialty’ I smirk ‘mmh we’ll keep up the good work’ he smiles packing up his stuff ‘Will do!’ I laugh as I leave his class.

professor Sturniolo has been here for about two weeks now and to say I’ve got him wrapped around my finger is an understatement to say the least, he’s has been favoriting me for weeks now always giving me extra credit and pushing back deadlines for me I didn’t think anything of it until now.

‘Girl he’s so into you!’ Heather says as we enter the empty class, ‘I don’t know..’ I mean if that was true god it would fuel my sexual fantasies so much. ‘I’m telling you it’s a matter of time before he fucks you’ heather and I take our seats up front as professor sturniolo walks in, ‘good morning Y/N morning heather’ he says giving me this irresistible look that makes me just want him ‘Good morning’ I smile.

As I’m writing our notes for an essay coming up in feel him walk up to my desk as he wisphers in my ear ‘see me after class’ he says as he walks back to his desk. I can’t lie that did make me aroused I know it’s wrong but it also feels right.

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As everyone left the class I see the smirk growing on his face as the class grows empty. Once the class is completely empty he stands up from his chair and leaned his back against his desk as his arms were crossed, ‘you know you’re a very special young lady..’ ‘mmh you think’ I smirk teasing him a little. ‘I do.. very much the work you’ve turned in has been exceptional your writing style is remarkable..” he walks over to my desk and leans down to my ear. ‘And i must say you’re a very beautiful girl..”

‘Thank you, I appreciate it’ I smile as he basically towers over me, ‘so you got a boyfriend?’ He says as he runs his hand through my hair ‘no.. what about you got a girlfriend or a wife?’ I say looking up at him. ‘Oh no it’s just me’ I mentally take note of that even though it shouldn’t matter to me ‘look your very talented and happen to be very beautiful and I want you to be more than just a basic writer you can be so much more’ he says sitting on the desk next to me ‘I know I’ve always believed I can do it I just wasn’t even sure how to start’ honestly I’m lying I know exactly why he’s saying all of this but I just wanna see how far he’ll take things.

‘Well how about this .. you help me and I’ll make sure you get right where you need to be’ he smirks ‘okay but how will I help you?’ I already know what he wants I just wanna tease him a little I’ve seen way to many teacher and student movies and books to not know. ‘What if you let me teach you a few things mmh? Fuck I can’t lie that did make me a little wet ‘mmh like what?’ I tease standing in his face, next thing I know I’m picked up and placed on his desk.

‘Let me please you..’ he says kissing my neck harshly. I can’t deny as the kiss gets longer the more I’m starting to crave more. He started kissing lower down my neck placing open mouthed kisses onto my breast, i tugged on his hair as his hand slid down into my skirt. ‘Well look at that my perfect student getting all wet for her professor huh such a slut..’ he says as he pulls down my skirt and my underwear harshly.

I bite my lip as I see him spit on his fingers I don’t know what has gotten into me but right now I need him in me, he takes his fingers and slide them into my dripping pussy as he gives me no time to adjust he fingers me very rough.

‘Oh my- fuck’ I moan throwing my head back biting my lip, ‘mmh feels good doesn’t it? He looks like a kid in a candy store the way he’s looking at my vagina right now. ‘fuck yes.’ He smiles at my response and stands up pulling his pants and boxers off and holy shit he’s fucking big.

‘That’s supposed to fit in me?!’ I actually am now kinda nervous, ‘mmh I’ll make it fit’ he walks back over to the desk and pulls my legs forward and now I’m laying down on his desk legs wide open how the fuck did I get here?. He slides into me and I swear to god I saw stars fuck he felt so good, ‘fuck your so tight’ he moaned pounding into me like he was getting a fucking pay check.

‘Oh fuck sir omg..’ I moaned maybe a little too loudly, ‘fuck-please call me Matt’ he tried to say as he let out a choked groan. God his name makes this 10x hotter. ‘Fuck Matt I’m so close’ I moan, ’yea cum on this dick baby’ his thrust getting faster but more deeper.

‘Fuck I’m gonna cum!’ I screamed ‘me too baby let it out mama’ he moaned as I came all over his dick and I felt his warm cum fill me. ‘Fuck you did so good for me’ he smiled kissing my lips softly, ‘I don’t think I can walk..’ ‘it’s okay I’ll clean you up’ he walks to his desk and gets a rag and wipes both of us down. Once were cleaned up and I’m standing he walked up to me and smiled. ‘Well I guess I’ll be fucking you more often huh?’ I smiled ‘oh definitely’.

I smiled and walked out of the classroom fuck he better give me a good grade for that.

A/n: I hope you enjoyed plus Don’t hate this is my first smut ever so I’m so so sorry if it’s bad pls leave some tips in my inbox!

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Scales and Stripes Part 2: All-Out Brawl || Drabble

Hi everyone! Here is part 2 of Scales and Stripes! This is for my friend, @the-silver-peahen-residence If you haven't read part 1. Read it from this link:

Scales and Stripes - Part 1

I might write part 3 but part 3 will be a NSFW.

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This is a long drabble with some grammar errors. There will be blood and violence. So happy reading!

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After Atsushi arrived at the destination where Ink and Matt will fight. He is surprised to see Ryunsouke Akutagawa who is here for the same reason as support. However as they continue to watch the match, tension brews between the rivals, and soon, a brawl follows.

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Matt and Ink are still fighting. Matt threw daggers at her to which Ink twirls her sword in front of them, deflecting them all. Matt took this chance to get around her and goes to strike at her with his machete. Ink sidesteps to the side where a piece of fabric of her hoodie is torn off since the machete took some of it.

"Not bad!" Matt smirks.

"Heh!" Ink grins before she spun around. Sword meets face. Matt jumps over Ink and lands right in front of her. Ink quickly brings her sword but before their blades meet their flesh, bone and blood.

A huge boom is heard making the fighters halt as they look towards the huge smoke in mid-air. Then something came out of the smoke making the fighters blink. The smoke clears as they heard shouting in the air passing above them. Familiar voices and faces were revealed to them. The cause of this boom was two people going at each other.

Atsushi Nakajima in half-tiger form fighting Ryūnosuke Akutagawa in his Rashmon: Demon Wearing Armor!

"Eh?" Ink and Matt stared stupidly widening their eyes to the size of saucers in shock.

"Atsushi?!" Ink exclaimed.

"Ryunosuke?!" Matt exclaimed.

Atsushi and Ryunosuke bounce across the ground and crash into a boulder nearby. They quickly recovered and continued their fight nearby. Trees are being knocked down. Ink and Matt can hear the shouts clearly.

"TAKE THAT BACK WHAT YOU SAID!!" Atsushi shouted angrily.

"NEVER!" Ryunosuke shouted angrily. The sound of crashes is heard throughout the forest making the demonblood youths dumbfounded.

"What's going on?!" Ink cried now worriedly. Matt is in shock at this as well. He shakes his head, snapping himself out of it. "Got no idea but I think we should stop them!"

"Right!" Putting their fight on hold, the two went towards the boys.

"Atsushi! What are you doing??!" Ink yelled. "Ink?" The weretiger heard Ink's voice and makes him perk up to her Ryunosuke took a chance and punches him in the face. He goes head butt in the gut by using Rashmon.

"Ryunosuke!"

Hearing his name, the hellhound looks toward his mate but before he says anything or has a chance to explain himself. He got punched in the face by Atsushi. "Damn you, weretiger!" Ryunosuke growled.

"I could say the same!" Atsushi growled. The two are wrestling at each other like cats and dogs. This is not good so Matt and Ink goes to break it up by pulling the two away from each other.

"Okay, okay! Break it up!" Matt drags Ryunosuke away from Atsushi while Ink hugs Atsushi and takes him away from his opponent.

"Stop it!" Ink cried, wrapping her arms around Atsushi's waist. The two are so angry they can't heard them that so the two demons decide to do this.

"KNOCK IT OFF!" Matt and Ink raised their voices demonically. Atsushi and Ryunosuke became startled, stopping themselves. Both boys look at their lovers and sweatdrops.

Five minutes later, once the boys finally calm down. Sid and Shdwkyz came over while Yumeno and Pete are watching this from the distance. Ink and Matt only had one question.

"Why are you guys fighting!?" Ink asked while Matt crosses his arms looking concerned as Atsushi and Ryunosuke are sitting on the ground, glaring at each other with their arms and legs crossed. They pointed at each other and said.

"HE STARTED IT!" They said in unison. Shdwkyz just made a face while Sid looks towards this as amusement.

"Uh...." Ink doesn't know what to say while Matt asks Sid for an explanation. "Sid?"

"My apologies." Sid replies, "Apparently, these two were watching your fight and debating who will win between you." Sid tells Ink and Matt. Ink looks to Shdwkyz for confirmation.

"It's true. They had a heated exchange and well...they were fighting to prove their point. Hence, Sid allows them to fight to get it off their chests and here we are." Shdwkyz explained. Right now, the boys are now ashamed that they fight over something so trivial. But they are thinking one thing in mine.

'I won't allow him to get away with this.' They thought, not wanting the other to badmouth their mates like that.

"Oh..." Ink said. "Is that true? Atsushi....did you do this for me?" Ink looked worried for him. "Well...no..." Atsushi looks at Ink's worried expression, "I mean yes...it's just I didn't like that you can be beaten so I told Ryunosuke off."

"I guess that's the same thing for you, Ryu?" Matt said. Hearing their worried voices made them feel guilty, they can't believe that they done this.

"I"m sorry, Matt." Ryunosuke begins. "I didn't mean to interrupt your fight with the dragon so carelessly. I was defending your character from the weretiger's insults."

"I'm sorry too. Sorry, Ink. I-i uh...got no excuse here. Ryunosuke said that he doesn't think you will win and I didn't like that so like Ryunosuke, I also try to defend you as well." He said, lowering his head in shame. Matt and Ink look at each other as they understood now.

"It's okay, Atsushi!" Ink said, patting him on the shoulder. "I think I get it."

"Same here, Ryu. You shouldn't apologize. It seems like you want to fight for me." Matt smiles, patting him on the back.

Now they understood the situation here. The question is now what?? Matt has an idea. "Ink over here!" Matt wraps an arm around Ink's shoulders and walks her over, out of earshot. Ink blinks, "What is it?" Shdwkyz blinks and Sid seems perplexed by this.

"What are they saying down there, big brother?" Yumeno asked. Pete replies, "Got no idea."

Atsushi and Ryunosuke were curious about what they were whispering over there.

"Uh..huh...uh-huh...okay...yes." Ink says,. "Oh yeah! That's the best idea ever, Matt!" Ink smiles with a nod.

"I knew that you will like it!" Matt grins.

"What are you two planning?" Shdwkyz said.

"Let's do a tag team battle!" Said Matt and Ink. Making Sid and Shdwkyz blink and made Atsushi and Ryunosuke, "Eh?"

"A tag team battle?" Yumeno is now invested while Pete looks surprised by this.

"Yep! Tag team battle! Since you guys want to fight for us! Why not with us?!" Ink asked them while holding Atsushi's hands. "It's been a while since we fought together, Atsushi, right?"

"Uh..yeah." Atsushi nods.

"How about it, Ryunosuke! If you really want to see me win! Why not fight with me?" Matt said, holding his hands as well.

"I don't see why not." Ryunosuke answered, looking a bit embrassed.

Wait what? As in two versus two? Shdwkyz blinked. Should he stop this?

"Is that so? Very well, if that's what you wish, Matt. I will allow it." Said Sid. Matt grins, "Thanks Sid!"

"It's my pleasure. But first...Ryunosuke Akutagawa and Atsushi Nakajima. What is your response?" She asked the two. The two look at each other before nodding their heads at Sid and says, "We're in!"

"Very well. Take your sides at opposite positions with your partners." Sid said as Atsushi and Ink are on one side and there's Matt and Ryunosuke. Both sides stared down at each other. Shdwkyz can feel the pressure coming off them. They seem pretty excited right now.

"Hey Atsushi! What should be our team attack name?!" Ink asked, now happy and excited that Atsushi gets to join in. Atsushi blinks and looks to the side, trying to think, scratching his head. Then he widens his eyes as there is an imaginary lightbulb on top of his head.

"Oh! How about this one?" Atsushi then suggests the name, "Scales and Stripes." He said with a sheepish smile. He remembers where that name come from and doesn't want to say. He bet Ink has a better one in mind. But the moment that Atsushi looks at the dragon. He sees Ink beam with her eyes. There are stars in her eyes, hearing this in amazement. "Oooooh! That sounds way better than the name I had in mind! That's super cool! You really thought it through, Atsushi!" Ink smiles.

"Really? You think so?!" Well...you know~" Atsushi blushes, feeling compliments like this. It feels so good for the soul.

Ryunosuke scowls, hearing this. How childish. A team attack name? Do they think of this duel as a mere game?! How dare they-

"Hey Ryunosuke, we should come up with a team name too!" Matt said.

"Eh?" Ryunosuke blinked and looks at Killer Night. Their team name? "What kind of team name?" He asked him out of sheer curiosity.

"Hmmm...how about Midnight Run? Or um...Midnight Mass?" Matt said. "Or maybe Black Mass? Something about us fighting together as one." He tries to think. Each name made Ryunosuke's eyes lit up at this. It looks like he put some thought into. He can see Matt struggling with this, wanting to cheer Ryunosuke up.

"Those name ideas." He clears his throat, "They're really thoughtful. If you ask me, um...I really like the second one. Midnight Mass. It's really fitting." He looks away with his cheeks turning a bit pink. Matt's eyes lit up. "Really?!" He's happy to hear this. Seeing his face makes Ryunosuke's heart melt deep down. "Yes." He said with confidence.

"All fighters ready?" Sid looks between them now getting the two parties' attention, now grinning at each other. "Good. Now." With her long sleeves in the air, she waves them now.

"GO!" And right away, the two duos lunged at each other.

It starts off with Ryunosuke launching his attack, supporting Matt from the back as Matt is going to Atsushi and Ink. He uses Rashmon Kurohatō: sending out Rashmon to split into several tendrils coming at Ink and Atsushi. However, Ink goes to twirls her sword, cutting the black tendrils in rapid succession. Matt closes the distance coming for Ink but Atsushi intercepts him with his tiger claws.

Matt grins, and he goes to attack Atsushi with his combat knives. Both are parrying each other right away. "Atsushi! Fall back!" Ink then helps out Atsushi by calling him back.

"Right!" Atsushi yelled, doing so before Ink unleashes a Raptor Slash. Both Ryunosuke and Matt dodges the slash just getting out of the way just in time.

The hellhound had Rashmon become a monster with jaws. Atsushi stops the dark monster with his claws and feet. Ink grins. "Thanks, Atsushi!" She goes to help him out by shutting Rashomon's jaw shut by embedding its sword into it. Ryunosuke hisses making Matt dart at Ink, kicking her away from her sword and sending her bounce across the ground. Atsushi seeing this, growls and lifts Rashomon with Matt on it, then tosses over his shoulder slamming both down against the ground.

"Damn you, weretiger!" Ryunosuke shouted as he goes to help Matt off the ground. Matt laughs at this and goes after the weretiger. "Not bad!" Matt goes to dive his knives into this tiger. Ryunosuke sees this and at the corner of his eye, he catches Ink joining into the fray. "No, you don't!" Rashmon split into halves and divide into several tendrils with jaws coming at the dragon. "Let's see if you're all talk, Van Ink The Dragon!"

Atsushi is quick on his feet, dodging the swipes and thrusts from Matt's knives. He did receive hits at his face and waist. It's so fast that it's getting hard to get an opening on this guy. He sees Ink running away from Ryunosuke's Rashomon: Endless Gate Jaws. Ink reaches her hand out and calls out Wyvern. The sword flies into her hand on her command and starts to hack and slash at the many maws. "HA! You're not so bad, Hellhound guy!"

"It's Ryunosuke Akutagawa to you!" Ryunosuke shouted. For some reason, he didn't like Ryunosuke fighting her but he can't let Ink down if he can't hold his ground against Matt!

"Come on! Show me more of your strength, weretiger!" Matt taunted making the weretiger growl as he goes to give out a barrage of punches. Thanks to Lupin's training, he got better at fighting. He felt that he got some hits on this killer. Matt felt the hits and they're good punches. However, he charges at Atsushi. Grabs his wrist and throws him over to the ground. Matt twirls his knife and goes to stab him at the shoulder. However... "NO WAY!" Ink does an airplane kick at Matt's chest, kicking Matt away from Atsushi. Ryunosuke sends out his spiked tendrils at Ink from behind. Immediately, Atsushi jumps back onto his feet and exhales, expanding his chest before unleashing a great roar and sending the tendrils back with great force, this surprises Ryunosuke. The hellhound had never seen the weretiger do that before,

"Woah! That was so cool!" Ink compliments him.

"It's thanks to Fin! He taught me that move!" Atsushi smiles, happy to show off it to her. That's right. He learned from this Fin when they're focusing on the perks of becoming animals. They call this the Roar. It's essential for anyone that has animalistic traits whether they're a part animal, demon, or beast. He told him that a handful can do it like him, Ahmed, and a former member of their team, Jason. To do it, they need to demonstrate willpower, practice their breath, and a sound effect that can shake and stun their opponents giving them an opening. This works on animals and also people.

"Do you have a name for it?!" Ink asked.

"Yeah! Fin called it the The Roar of the Great Tiger. So I called it; Byakko No Roar. Byakko means white tiger and Fin liked that better!" Atsushi said making Ink so excited and happy for Atsushi that he learned a cool move.

"Ohh...it's like Jason's Huff and Puff!' Matt saw this while he sent flying. He flips in mid-air so his feet landed against the tree, crushing the bark on impact. He growls with a wicked grin. Then he launches himself at the two.

Atsushi's eyes caught Matt and warn Ink just in time. "Look out!" Atsushi pushes Ink out of the way and clamps his claws down onto Matt's hands who stabs through his knives into his hands, making the weretiger hissed but he stands his ground, baring his fangs at Matt right now.

"I want to see that again!" Matt laughed as his eyes glow red while Atsush's tiger eyes glows golden.

For some reason...he's not scared. At first, he is afraid of Matt but now fighting him. The weretiger can't help but grin, almost feral-like. Now he slowly understands what Ink means. He didn't get it at first. His mind is focused on making Ink stay safe and made sure nothing happens to her. He knew that Ink wants to fight Matt because of her thrill-seeker personality. He respected the fact no matter how insane it was. But now doing this. He understood completely. He just wanted to fight by her side and right now!

Fighting is so fun!

"Oh, oh, oh! Now you're starting to get it!" Matt grins, trying to push but Atsushi growls. The killer hopes Ryunosuke feels the same as well.

And right now, the hellhound is feeling the same way. Ryunosuke's eyes glow red and now grinning matching Ink's manic smile. At first, Ryunosuke is apprehensive about Matt facing off against Ink. He knew and respect that Matt wants to fight stronger opponents to pass the time. He didn't want to say but envied Ink for having a stronger rival like Matt for example. Not to mention, he didn't like seeing Matt lose a fight against her despite hearing how many times they were tied due to exhaustion. But now! He doesn't have to worry about it. What he really wants is to fight by Matt's side.

He had Rashomon warp into his exoskeleton armor as Ink's sword hits him but the thrust is being deflected! Ryunosuke goes to deliver a punch to which Ink brings up her arm, taking the full brunt of the hit. He can hear the cracking of bones. A direct hit! Right away, Ryunosuke goes to develop bat wings making Matt's eyes shine with admiration. Ryounsuke takes to the skies and dives down to deliver a punch at Ink, creating a mini-explosion of dust and leaves.

Atsushi heard this and goes to deliver a fierce headbutt at Matt's temple making him stun before he stomps his tiger feet with great force, lifting Matt and then he knees him in the chin, sending him flying into the air. Because of that, he unwittingly lets go of the knives inside Atsushi to which they are discarded by pulling them out of his hands with his mouth. After doing that, his hands healed through regeneration.

Seeing this, Shdwkyz can't help tingle a little at their battle right now. He had to admit, this is pretty fun to watch even if there is blood being spilled on the grassy ground right now.

"Wow! Look big brother! They're super cool!" Yumeno points out, sharing the excitement like the audience. Pete nods in agreement. "Yeah." Now since this is a tag-team battle. Who's going to win?!

Then a surge of power came forth from where Ink and Ryunosuke were. A growl is heard when Ryunosuke jumps back to see dark blue with a glowing azure undertone. He heard something spinning. He sees the faint blue making the hellhound narrows his eyes. The dust clears revealing Ink in her partial demonic form. Wings and her draconic face. She exhales smoke from her maw.

Ryunosuke can feel the power increase right now. This is like when he is facing Matt. The hellhound growls and right away, he goes to send ruptures the ground with several black spikes. He would impale her to keep her from moving. However, with one swing followed by a roar. She decimates them shocking him.

Meanwhile, Matt is in the air with his world spinning around. He smiles before he calls upon his ability: "Killer Night. Nyx Armor!" He said as darkness covers the sky startling Atsushi. Then the darkness reverts to the owner, creating dark greaves and gauntlets at his limbs followed by a dark cross armor on it and sprouting his dark horns that have a red highlight in them.

Matt drops down, creating a shockwave making the trees shake. Atsushi braces himself with his arms covering his face eyes winced. Then he sees it. He sees red eyes staring at him. What the? Is that armor? Matt steps forward as he goes to bring his dark claws making Atsushi nervous for a moment, making him sweat.

And right away, he darted.

In a blink of an eye, he sees Matt closes the distance with his foot raised. Right away, Atsushi blocks using his tiger arms and got kicked so hard that he is sent through trees several feet away . Atsushi coughs up bile when that happened and crashes through several trees before hitting the ground. He coughs and pants. What the?! That was too fast.

"Hahahaha!"

Atsushi's eyes look over to see Matt jumping through the trees. With a growl, Atsushi lets out a roar and goes to fight him. Try to keep up with his speed and strength making Matt laugh even more. Several trees shake and a handful of them are fallen down. This got Shdwkyz stare in disbelief.

At the same time, Ink is fighting Ryunosuke and the hellhound is on the defensive. He needs space to attack. This girl is good at closing distances and not letting up.

"Rashōmon: Kurohatō " He shoots out black whips from himself to which Ink took on the hits. However, what shocks him is that Ink is still smiling while bleeding from the injuries.

He hears the voice of the weretiger echo in his head. 'Ink never gives up no matter!'

Unbelievable. Tch!

"Rashōmon: Demonic Jaws!" He forms jaws as a defense when Ink thrusts her blade, he caught the blade but he felt being pushed. This is unreal. This dragon is a monster. Ryunosuke can't help but chuckle manically before jumping away in the air.. "Rashomon: Gokumon Agito!"

Prison Gate Jaws!

A gigantic pair of clawed appendages, which extend from Akutagawa's arms, it moves in and then crushes Ink. But even he knows that won't stop her. A roar sends the opposite dark jaws back before dugs her heel and launching herself at Ryunosuke with maniacal laughter.

Shdwkyz can't believe what he's hearing. Even those two are going at it.

"Pete. How are Matt and Atsushi faring?" Sid asked Pete to which he had his bugs within the forest monitoring everything. However.... "It's getting hard to say, they are quick on their feet."

Then he looks towards where Matt and Atsushi are fighting. They're in close combat and both fighters suffered injuries at the clearing. Right now, it seems Atsushi isn't letting up while Matt is going all out. He has to admit. Atsushi can stand his ground against Matt, he wouldn't believe it either.

They were throwing punches and kicks. Atsushi then breaks the stalemate by using his tiger tail around his neck when he ducks under Matt's claw swipes. He pulls him close to the ground before he receives a haymaker at the chin. Matt growls and goes to bite down Atsushi's hand.

'What the?!' Atsushi widens his eyes and Matt throws him over just by using his teeth. This guy is insane! Atsushi hits the floor but the weretiger went for a lunge, charging at Matt then wraps his arms around his waist, pushing him towards him. The killer tries to slam his fists together on his back but to no avail.

Shdwkyz watches and thinks, 'Wait...where is Atsushi taking Matt to?' Wait. He sees where Ink and Ryunosuke are. Is he taking him to the duo!

Ink and Ryunosuke heard a commotion behind them. They see Matt being pushed by Atsushi and then he does a front kick at Matt, sending him crashing into hellhound. Midnight Mass falls to the ground.

"S-sorry!" Matt apologizes.

"No...you're fine. Are you okay, Matt?" Ryunosuke asked with worry. Matt chuckles. "Never felt better!" The duo got back up as Atsushi joins Ink.

"Atsushi. Are you okay?" Ink asked. Atsushi nods as his injuries are slowly healing. "I am. I think I understand now, Ink." Atsushi smiles making Ink smile with her demonic maw. "Awesome! Wanna keep going!"

"Sure!" Atsushi nods with confidence. The two look toward their opponents who are staring them down. All four fighters are surging with excitement and charge at one another. They went at all night long until dawn.

--- Dawn ----

The fight is over. Shdwkyz had to check up on Ink and Atsushi who have fainted after fighting so long. He sees both of them holding hands while they slept.

As for Matt and Ryunosuke, they also slept under the shadow of the trees.

All of them are snoozing.

"Looks like the fight is over. Me and Pete would provide aid for your friends, Phantom Slasher." Said Sid. Shdwkyz nods, "Understood. I am fine with that. I will call somone for pickup"

"Wow! I can't belive that was so cool!" Yumeno said. "But uh...who won?" Yumeno asked. Pete has no idea. The fighting is so fast. But he did remember that the opposing parties did a combination attack against one another resulting a big blast. After that, they were seen laying down. So nobody knows who won.

"I guess we never know..." Pete said.

"A tie then." Said Sid. Shdwkyz sighs. "I swear...I really don't understand."

"Still...they have smiles on their faces. Glad to fight with their partners." Sid commented. Shdwkyz can't help but agree with that. And so....the fight ends. But the Scales and Stripes are not out of the woods.

After their long intended rest and their trip back...there is someone else they need to deal with when they got back.

----DBT Base, few hours later ----

Navarro had to take a big deep breath!

No... scratch that! A really BIG deep breath. After hearing about this, he already called Dazai and Kunkida right away. Dazai looks so proud of his pupil while Kunkida is frowning and shaking his head in disbelief. Shdwkyz is at the door, knowing what it's about to go down as the two persons of interest. Atsushi and Ink are standing there.

"Okay! I'm going to keep calm. Very calm. But really.....I need to know..." Navarro said before asking this question,

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

This startles Atsushi and Ink. The duo now has dirty, red-dried splotches and tears in their clothes as they got back. Their hair was messy and disheveled as they got into the biggest bloody fight ever and there were tears as their clothes were stained with some blood spots as if they got cut or something.

"What the fuck?! No seriously! What the fuck are you two thinking?!" Navarro asks, "First off, What the hell were you thinking?!" Navarro points at Ink, wondering what the hell is wrong with her then he looks over to Atsushi. "AND YOU! What the HELL were you thinking?! Of all the people I know so far, you're the least person I expected to go along with this shit, Atsushi! I expected Denji, Bakugo and Rin to do this kind of stupid shit! Midoriya? Maybe! Ren? Sure! But you! What the fuck?!"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" Atsushi bows his head several times looking apologetic, "It's just that..." Atsushi looks up to Navarro, " I didn't like Ryunsouke talked Matt can beat Ink and well..uh...I wanted to prove that to Ryunosuke...that she is strong and that's why me and him ended up fighting and Ink and Matt saw and propose that we do a tag-team battle and..uh"

"Awww...little Atsushi is defending his girlfriend." Dazai clasps his hands together with a blushing smile, "In the face of certain death, that's so romantic! I wish I had that kind of death match with a loved one!" This got Atsushi blushing hard and Ink flushing her cheeks a bit pink, "That's why you two work so well together! You guys are really a power couple-SMACK" Then Kunkida smacked Dazai upside the head with a scowl.

"My apologies..." Kunkida pushes his glasses with a sigh.

"You're fine. Also thank you for shutting him up!" Navarro tells Kunkida, happy.

"You're quite welcome, Navarro." Kunkida answers.

"Though I am surprised that you guys work so well together against Matt Knack and this hellhound of Port Mafia, Ryunosuke Akutawga. I heard that guy is dangerous just as Matt." Shdwkyz voiced his comment. Dazai nods in agreement, "And you managed to beat them?"

"More like a tie! Though...if I have to say...Atsushi got Matt on the ropes and I gave Ryunosuke some good hits. We did a lot of tag-team moves and so did they did. We had a lot of fun." Ink smiles.

Atsushi nods. "Indeed! I love how you support with your greatsword in the air!"

"And when you did roar thing! You had Matt summon Killer Night. You helped out in the dark where Matt is going to be in when he uses Killer Night." Ink grins. "That was the best fight I ever had with Matt and Ryunosuke! I can't believe you had Ryunosuke as a rival! That's so cool.."

"Well..uh...you know...Ryunosuke considered me a rival..." Atsushi scratches his cheek a bit as he is a bit embarrassed. Is having a rival that big of a deal? He understands what fighting means now.

"Yeah! Also Dazai and Kunkida! Atsushi learned a cool move! He learned the Roar!" Ink tells them both.

"Is that so! I'm very happy for you!" Dazai smiles.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Navarro taps on the table, getting these two's attention, "Did you guys forget that you two are in big trouble?! BIG TROUBLE?! Or did you hit your heads too hard or lost a lot of blood?!"

"Oh come on, Navarro! We're here and fine!" Ink exclaimed.

"Fine my ass! You almost give me a heart attack! What happens if you died or hell...what happens if Atsushi! ADA will lose its best detective! What happens if that happens! Did you ever thought about that?!"

"Please don't blame, Ink. Navarro! I was the one who chose to come along!" Said Atsushi, telling him.

"It would be worthy, commendable and a memorable death!" Dazai joked before he got smacked upside the head again by Kunkida.

"I won't let that happen." Ink said suddenly seriously making everyone silenced as they noticed the change of tone. "After all...I make sure Atsushi comes back alive so we can do other fun stuff together.. I was really happy when he came so knowing that he has my back makes me very happy and I make sure I do the same."

"Ink..." Atsushi said his name as his heart melt at what she said.

"After all...like he said! We're Scales and Stripes!" Ink grins.

"Huh?" Kunkida stares.

Navarro blinked at this. "Scales and Stripes?" Wait what? This got Atsushi blushing hard. "Hold on...." Where did Navarro hear that term before?

"Oooohh...is that your shippable team name!? When you did that love jeopardy thing?!" Dazai snaps his fingers, figuring it out, "Atsushi...you sly cat! That's pretty clever!" He nudges his pupil with his elbow, teasing him with a sly expression.

Atsushi blushes hard, he wishes he can crawl into a hole and never come back out of there. "It just came to me...you know?! It's good name and-uh.."

"I think it's a good name for a team attack move and I'm super happy that Atsushi came up with it. I'm really bad at names."

"You sure are." Shdwkyz said in agreement.

"Shdwkyz! Don't act like you're not in trouble either! Why you didn't stop them?!" Navarro asked.

Shdwkyz sighs and answers, "Well for one....you know how Ink is. Two, it's a fight I would never stop even if I wanted to. I might get killed especially if Matt is involved. And three, I was surprised that Atsushi wants to join in so I had to sit back and watch it for myself." He explained his reasons. Then he looks over to Atsushi, "I must said you have good instincts fighting against Matt. With more training in some marital arts, you''ll become stronger than before. I can refer you to Rust or Kali for more training. The Lupins taught you well." Shdwkyz compliment the weretiger.

"Oh...uh! Thank you so much! The Lupins help me out and I'm glad for the help. I was surprised that I use the werebeast mode I learned from the Lupins and-"

"Shdwkyz!!!" Navarro gritted his teeth comedically as he is fuming.

"I'm just stating my reasons for not interfering. I only join in when they fainted from exhaustion. They only got proper aid from the Horrors and Matt is happy enough to give us a train ticket back." Shdwkyz replied coolly with his hand waved making the short bomber ticked off a little while Dazai is snickering and Kunkida shaking his head.

"And I forgot to mention, it's a tie!" Ink laughed.

"You already said that!" Navarro said, exraspated.

"While I am happy that you got stronger, Atsushi. What you did is reckless and like Navarro said, you got us worried when Navarro called us. That said...Navarro if I may. I can help in developing a proper punishment for Ink if you like." Kunkida said. This got Navarro blinked. "Huh?"

"What kind of punishment?" Shdwkyz is curious.

"Paperwork," Kunkida said, pushing his glasses up. "EH?!" Ink got a shocking expression.

"Wait..wait. But why?!" Ink said.

"Seeing you have a bad habit of running head first to danger. A change of environment would do you some good. All you need to do is run errands and write down some reports." Kunkida said. "You can't be serious! THAT'S BORING!" Ink cried. "Navarro! Say something!" Ink said gripping at the edge of the desk.

"That's a good idea! Maybe that way, you can reflect on your actions!" Navarro said. While Dazai, Shdwkyz, and Atsushi are thinking. 'Hold on...isn't she the leader of this fraction?' It's like Navarro took over the position and Ink lost the leadership position for a short time!

'That way...you can learn more from Atsushi about how we work." Said Kunkida. Atsushi blinked at this. "You two can learn from each other."

"That's actually a good idea!" Navarro said. Shdwkyz made a face, 'Seriously'.

'Wait...I can be with Ink all day long. Then that means I can spend time with her!' Atsushi thought. Wait..wait..it's a punishment! But..I can make it less daunting for her.' Atsushi looks to Ink who looks distraught of having a punishment like this. He goes to take her hand. "It's okay, Ink! It won't be so bad." He smiles at Ink who blinks before nodding her with a small smile.

"Okay!"

"Anyway! Just go over to Ophelia for now and rest." Navarro sighed. "I need a drink!"

And with that, Atsushi and Ink are in the med bay after being treated by Ophelia for anything. Atsushi and Ink were quiet and resting.

"Hey Atsushi..."

"Hm?" He looks over to Ink on the bed.

"I'm really happy that you came with me. The way you fought Matt made me super happy. You were so awesome back there." Said Ink making Atsushi flush a little pink. He smiles. "I'm happy that you told me that you want me to join in. To be honest, I was really worried when you were going to fight Matt again. I don't know how to contain myself when seeing you fight him. But now...after fighting him and fighting with you against him and Ryunosuke. I feel.....more free."

Ink blinks. "Really? Then I'm super happy that you understand, Atsushi. Next time, if we do this again! Let's do a lot of training together before then."

"Yes!" Atsushi said, holding her hand. "I will stay by your side!" And so the two smiled at each other. Atsushi felt he had gotten close to Ink now.

What is next for their relationship?

To be continued....

[bigbadripley]

Chapter 3 - Self Control

Marc Spector&Co. x Ex!Female!OC, Friend!Matt Murdock

Summery: Everything changed after Marc and Simone moved to New York. Being in a relationship with the Fist of Khonshu proved to be difficult enough without the added obstacles of normal relationships being forced into the mix. With seemingly irreconcilable differences overhead, fate’s plans continue to drive the pair back into each other’s lives, testing their patience, self-control, and new relationships. Is it truly written in the stars, or is it old habits taking over?

18+!! | Third-person omniscient | Dark elements | AU/AT |  Warnings: Language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma. Effects of trauma in adulthood. Alcohol mention, body issues, heavy flirtation

Words: 2.3K

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

Chapter List

"Now and then, you miss it, sounds make you cry Some nights, you dance with tears in your eyes I came to visit, 'cause you see me like a UFO That's like never, 'cause I made you use your self-control And you made me lose my self-control, my self-control" -"Self Control" by Frank Ocean

Jake's suspicions were confirmed as he watched Simone enter the gala arm-in-arm with Horns, wearing his usual ketchup and mustard colors but in a suit jacket. The man looked hideous and likely didn't look in the mirror before showing up to this shindig. 

Simone, on the other hand, looked incredible. Her gown was dark green and velvet, form-fitting, and the back hung just above the dip before her rear. It hugged every curve and was complimented by a golden leaf crown in her dark hair. A goddess in every sense of the word. 

She immediately noticed Mr. Knight in his usual get-up: all-white suit and mask, but to his credit, this suit looked slightly more polished than the normal one and was paired with a long dress cape. She couldn't say much, though, as the black and white paisley print suit she wanted to wear was stained by coffee an hour before this thing even started. 

The tables were round, with 6 seats each, and dawned silver cloths. Simone led Matt by his arm, reading each nameplate to find where they would be seated as the lights dimmed and the host, Emma Frost, took the stage to address everyone. They took their seats, and a small ring of feedback from the mic got the attention of the partygoers.

"I am so happy that you all could make it tonight. A lot of familiar faces, some new, also..."

As Emma spoke, Simone noticed her table neighbor belatedly took their seat to her left. The section was so dark she couldn't make out the face. Whoever they were, they smelled like sandalwood and citrus. The distracting smell almost made it hard to concentrate on the words being said by the woman on stage.

"Speeches like this are always such a drag." Her left-hand neighbor whispered, leaning over slightly. His voice was like the smoothest gravel pit, deep and rich. Every bit of his game was in that baritone, and he knew it.

So, the mystery Old Spice Man wants to chat? She thought. 

"Tell me about it." She said with a slight snicker. In the corner of her eye, she noticed his shadow grow slightly closer, introducing his scent to her senses more. 

"...But most importantly, enjoy the gala!" Emma finished, prompting everyone in attendance to clap and the lights to come back. Simone looked at the man next to her to find that, like Matt, he was a mask type but one that she recognized by reputation and fortunately didn't have as a patient. 

The one generally referred to as Spidey wore a dark blue mask with white eyes, red details, and a dark blue tailored suit. "Wait, you're that therapist. I have a friend who goes to you. Simone Fredrick, right?" He asked, tilting his head. 

"Yeah? But I'm a psychiatrist," She corrected, intending to sound playful and immediately kicking herself in the ass at how it came out. The man's hands came up in surrender,

"Right, my mistake."

"Sorry if that sounded super pretentious of me." 

"No, don't worry about it. Defend your position, Doc. You worked hard to get there." He told her as if speaking from experience. She appreciated it but saw he was looking at her right side before she could talk. "So, your date's the devil himself." 

"S-Man." Matt greeted him with a nod, having been acquainted with him several times. 

"I'm his plus one." Simone quickly corrected again to not give him the impression that she was on a date. 

"I see, so no super-powered boyfriends to worry about?" The mask asked. Simone couldn't tell, but she swore she could hear him smile. Murdock stood first and held his arm out for her to take. 

"Just my league of seven evil exes." She answered with a chuckle that Spidey met with his own. She stood and smoothed out her dress, "I'm kidding. I do have an ex here, but he's nothing to worry about since we're just having a friendly conversation." 

Simone took Matt's elbow and watched from the corner of her eye as the masked man stood. Murdock tipped his thumb to his mouth, signaling her to cut it short and take him for a drink. "I'll see you around. Try not to miss me too much." She told teasingly. 

"And what if I do? Miss you too much?" S-Man asked, taking her flirting and tossing it right back at her. The charisma of this man was something otherworldly to Simone, and it was deliciously refreshing.

"Come find me." She offered a wink before turning and walking with Matt for refreshments. 

I'm fucking back, baby! She thought to herself, feeling suddenly giddy. 

"30 minutes in, you're already flirting with the masked types," Murdock said as they sauntered. To Simone, there was nothing wrong with a bit of flirting. Completely harmless and doesn't mean anything unless the man actually does come find her. 

"What? He's funny!" She defended. She imagined if she could see Murdock's eyes, he would roll them at her. If he wasn't blind, she might just as well assume he's seen Spidey's face before. She wondered if anyone else might have. 

"Your heart damn near left your chest when you talked to him." He added, rubbing his ultra-sensitive senses in her face. 

"Are you serious? Should've read my mind." S

"You know I can't, doc," Matt said, stopping them both and sticking his nose in the air. "Jen's here," 

He no doubt could smell her from across the room, weirdly enough. Jen spotted them both before Simone started looking for her and watched as the gorgeous green woman in a two-piece purple outfit made her way over.

"Simone, what the fuck! You look so hot!" She exclaimed before her eyes darted to the man on her arm. "And you look... presentable, Double D."

"Funny, Simone said the same thing." He responded, removing his elbow from Simone's hand and gesturing it to Jen. "May I?"

The pair walked to the bar, chatting as Simone looked around a room full of people she either knew as patients or didn't know at all. A man walked by with a tray in hand, and she took one of the numerous glasses it contained and sniffed it, concluding that it was minty water instead of liquor and sipping it delightfully. 

"Fancy seeing you here, darling." She heard a familiar voice say as she felt a tender hand on her tailbone. Her mouth twisted in an attempt to not blush as Mr. Knight, in the flavor of Steven Grant, came into view.

"Probably not that fancy." 

"You look awfully fancy. I told you that dress was perfect." 

"And you look blindingly white." She told him in a tone that sounded much nastier than she intended. She couldn't see his face but knew that Steven would have frowned at that.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked softly. Simone felt a string in her heart snap at the question, knowing she always had difficulty being angry with referred to as her sweetheart. 

"No, not you, Stevie." She admitted with a sigh. There was a brief silence between them as Jake pushed his way through.

"Not me either, then, right?" 

"No. Not you, either." She answered. She hoped they would understand that. Jake understood, getting into enough mental fights with Marc over it that they almost felt physically pained after. 

"Se esta escondiendo de nuevo," Jake informed her that he was hiding quietly, knowing Simone would know he was referring to Marc and hoping she could consider spending some time with him in his absence. 

May's well go into business for me. He thought. 

It was a tempting, unspoken offer. His hand was still in place as she felt his gloved touch burn into the bare skin of her back while goosebumps rose from the chills. The leather fingertips glided a bit to her side and between where the plunge and her skin met. Her mind was in the gutter, or rather, back in the taxi in London where they met and subsequently touched for the first time.

That's it, doll. Tell me what you want. The soundbite replayed in her memories and weakened her knees.

She would have Jake or Steven back between her hips in a heartbeat. Hell, under the right circumstances, or if she was feeling especially immoral, she'd take Marc also, but Simone couldn't bring herself to crack. 

"Best of luck, then. I'm gonna enjoy the party. Have fun vampire hunting." She said in a fluster as she left the conversation before being dragged any deeper into the black hole she had trouble escaping the first time. 

The feeling of his hand lingered on the small of her back even after she was feet away from the man in white. Things would be different if this was as simple as her just being mad at Marc. It wasn't that easy anymore. 

Fuck, I'd kill for a splash of tequila right now. She thought as she took a sip of the refreshment and made a face at the idea of the smell or taste of tequila. Or a splash of the S-Man. That could be interesting. 

Simone perked back up as she watched her friends return with champagne glasses in hand, laughing. They used to sleep together but fell off, with Jen spending more time on the West Coast and now recently making her return. 

"How'd that go?" Jen asked, referring to her chat with Mr. Knight, which she undoubtedly saw from across the room. 

"About as well as expected. I didn't cave, though, so that must count for something."

"You're getting stronger. Practicing Self-Control." Jen told her, sounding proud before she leaned down a bit like they were sharing secrets. "And what's this I hear about Spider-Man?" 

Damn you, Murdock!

"Just some banter, nothing crazy." Simone brushed it off. It felt like more than that, but she didn't want to call it anything else.

"Let's hope he's not a 20-year-old, right?" Jen joked, referring to her date with Kate. Simone's eyes widened at this, realizing it was possible, given the mask part, and gagged.

Damn you, Jennifer!

The night continued as planned. They played craps and danced before Simone and Murdock decided to call it a night; Simone had a day job, and Murdock had his patrols to do. More than that, she wasn't having a good time watching everyone with the genetic capacity to get drunk get belligerent. 

"I listened in on your chat with Mr. Knight. I hope you don't mind." Matt admitted once they were standing outside the entrance of his place. She shrugged,

"Not much was said, so I'm not too worried about that."

"I read between the lines a bit," Murdock said with a nervous chuckle. This piqued Simone's curiosity. 

"And by that, you mean...?"

"He had you on the ropes. Your heart was going a mile a minute and changed patterns between lust and fear, you started sweating, your breathing slowed, not to mention what was going on wit-"

"I get it, Matt. It was a moment." She cut him off abruptly. If he could see her, he would know she was trying everything she could to not blush with embarrassment. She always tried to put on a brave face, and to tumble as far as she did tonight was humiliating. 

"Are you over him as much as you say you are?"

"I'm over him enough to walk away from stuff like that now, whereas a few months ago, I don't think I would have toughed it out," Simone explained. Matt slightly nodded in response, believing her but having doubts. 

"I guess I'll let you get home then, Simone. Have a good night." 

When Simone returned to her apartment, she tossed her heels off and glared at the suit she meant to wear tonight with a frown. The dress she ended up with was one she bought for the last gala and didn't attend because she panicked at the sight of herself in it.

"Just go without me." She told Marc after yanking it off her body and exchanging it for her pajamas. Simone habitually shied away from events she wanted to look good for. Marc had just gotten his suit on and looked handsome and damn-near angelic. A suit as bright white as that one was bound to draw attention to him and, in turn, draw eyes to Simone. She didn't want to be looked at. 

"What? No! If you don't go, I don't go." Marc said, entering the room to find her dressed down again. 

"You're the one who was invited. Really, babe, I don't mind."

"Is it about the dress?" He asked. She stayed silent, knowing it sounded far more convoluted than she thought. It was backless, sleeveless, and she loved it at first, but hated it tonight for the first time. 

Marc sighed and knelt in front of where she sat on the couch, taking her hands into his and resting his chin on her knuckles. "Remember when I said you'd be in a room of dozens of freaks with a ton of other issues to worry about?"

"I do, but it's not just that." She replied with a heavy sigh. "That dress made me feel like a princess before. Now I just feel out of place in it."

He could see the disappointment on her face, and though he didn't fully understand how she could be so self-conscious, he knew she didn't see herself how he saw her. Simone only saw the dark, tiger-stripped markings up and down her arms, legs, face, and neck. 

"Then I'm not doing my job right. That's it; we'll stay in, and I'll remind you just who the hell you are, Moni."

She eyed herself in the mirror as that thought replayed. She looked good and knew she wasn't the only one who thought so, scarring be damned. 

Indeed, Marc. You did remind me who the hell I am. 

[lit-works]

Guilt By Association

I take off my ruby-lensed sunglasses and rub my eyes. It's funny how something i can't use anymore can make me tired. Almost pained. It feels so good to rest my head in my hands, and rub away the fatigue.

My office door bursts open, and i can feel the heat of a man's anger before he says a word. "Mister Murdock, this is a subpoena and injunction. A show-cause order. You'll have to explain why this drop-in center shouldn't be shut down for giving legal advice unlawfully."

That's a laugh. Every day people struggle to work up enough nerve to come in with their stories of high rent, filthy apartments, no hot water, and kids in trouble with the law, and I'm their only friend in a system that seems to profit off their suffering.

My hand closes around the subpoena paper. Ever since i was disbarred, the legal community has pursued me.

I can hear Karen at the door. I Can smell her perfume, and sense her confusion. "I tried to tell him you were busy, Matt." she says.

"No need to apologize, Miss Page. I would have served Mister Murdock sooner or later." the man pauses. He's grinning, as i crumple the subpoena in my fist. "If you have Miss Page read the subpoena for you, Mister Murdock, you'll see it's for next Monday. Until then--" he turns and pushes past Karen.

"I'm sorry," Karen says quietly, "he just--"

"It's okay. It's just not the best way to end the day."

"There's actually one more person to see you--a Miss Whitby from Staten island." I sigh, eager to get back to my apartment, change into costume, and start my patrol.

"Send her in."

A woman enters the room quickly. She's old, but powerful. Her voice cuts through the hot, afternoon air. "Mister Murdock, I've come to you because, well, I've read of your work with the homeless, and drug addicts, and all. Well, I'm afraid I've got a legal problem too."

"Have a seat and tell me about it."

"There's an abandoned factory, right near the Elmwood Nature Preserve on Staten island. They tore most of the factory down, but then trucks were pulling in there all of a sudden at all hours, day and night. It was about three weeks ago when i noticed the first dead animals."

"Animals?"

"Yes," she says bitterly. "Birds, fish, and even a raccoon. My husband and I are ornithologists. We started finding a lot of dead birds- -Vircos, Swills, even an Egret. All lying on the ground as if something just knocked them out if the sky."

"I'm not sure I'm following you."

The woman leans close to my desk, "They're dumping something at the old factory. Something that's killing the birds somehow, but we haven't been able to get any proof, any evidence to take to the authorities." she pauses, and i can sense that, look at me now, a blind lawyer--not even a lawyer anymore--her confidence in me isn't very high. "We were hoping that maybe...we thought you might help."

"I don't know," i say. "It's a bit different than what i normally--"

I hear Karen listening at the door again, judging me.

This woman is no shrinking violet, and i doubt very much that she's given to wild imaginings.

It is possible that someone is using the factory as a quick dump-site. A good chunk of the land would be poisoned if something toxic were leaching down into the water table beneath the nature preserve. Also, looking into this would keep my mind off the subpoena on my desk. "I'll do what i can. At least we can find where these trucks are coming from, and if there's anything harmful in them."

She leans across the desk and closes her hand around mine. "Oh, thank you, Mister Murdock. You're the first person who's cared enough to even try to help."

I smile, tired but eager to be out of here, prowling West Broadway, where problems have simpler, more direct solutions.

Ms. Whitby leaves, guided out the front door by Karen, who returns with a satisfied smile on her face. "That was noble of you."

"Let's go," i say. "If there's no one else waiting."

"There's no one--"

I walk past her, and i know she senses my eagerness. I walk ahead, hearing the front door bolt click into place behind me. The street outside fills my enhanced senses with a wild, swirling collage of impressions, smells almost overpowering in their intensity.

I sense despair in the shuffling bodies, and hunger. But there's also laughter and joy. The city teams with life, and legal or not, i know that my work here is more than important. It's essential.

"Matt...wait." karen takes my arm and holds me tight, denying the distance that both of us have felt lately. When I'm in costume, standing before her ready to patrol the city streets, she almost turns away.

"I'm glad you're helping that woman." she says. I nod.

"Are you...working tonight?" i smile. Such a strange expression for the work I'm doing.

"Yes. The neighborhood has been a bit active lately. I think everybody's hoping I'll take a vacation."

"So do I." Karen says flatly.

I put my arms around her. "Maybe next year." i say, laughing.

The subway ride uptown is its usual cacophonous assault on my senses. The screeching roar of the train. The press of the bodies. But I'm already preparing for night to come.

My apartment is just off Broadway, and as I climb out of the subway, i sense the sun about to sink below the palisades. I hurry up the stairs and Karen follows. I take the steps two and three at a time, open the apartment door and run to my closet.

"Don't let me hold you back." Karen says.

"Sorry," i say pulling off my suit, and taking out my costume. "I guess I'm feeling a bit itchy tonight." i pull on my skin-tight crimson armored outfit, smoothing it out against my well-conditioned muscles, i pull on the horned mask, and grab my club.

I then leap to the bar that dangles from my loft-like ceiling. I swing back and forth, loosening up the muscles, kicking my legs out, and swing around the bar. I let go and spin in the air before landing perfectly on my feet, barely realizing i hold my billy club out in front of me.

"It's a part of you, isn't it? The Devil." Karen says drily. I lower the club and attach it to the side of my costume.

"Perhaps...perhaps it is." i reply. Then i turn and run for the back window of my loft.

-

It’s almost night now, the sky is dark, almost purplish blue. I lope along the rooftops, taking care to keep out sight of anyone catching a faint breeze off the Hudson. Once i pass a small boy, sucking on a turquoise- colored ice pop, that gives his lips and tongue an alien color.

“Hi, Daredevil.”

“Hi, kid.” I say. At least he’s not scared of me.

-

It grows darker, but the city’s heat lingers as i leap from building to building.

Even as i leap down from the rooftop, using the fire escape to swing down to the courtyard, i can sense where they all are…who they are.

There are three heavy-duty torpedoes, real thugs. They’re working over some young guy, their shark-skin suits rustling as they punch him. Nice odds, nice bunch of fellows.

I flip off to the left, well away from the happy trio. My landing is perfect.

“Where is he?” one of the thugs barks at the kid. “Where?!”

“I…I” the boy stammers.

“Daredevil!” one of the thugs calls out. But i sense no fear from these tough cookies.

“Is this a private party,” i ask, “Or can i get a little action?”

One of them–the biggest–starts coming towards me, and though Karen would disapprove, I’m going to enjoy the next few moments.

Three to one. Not bad odds. But when two of them pull out snub-nose revolvers, things look less rosy.

My club is up and ready. I throw my club at the most distant target and, turning away, i hear a gun clatter to the ground.

Then i charge the two men nearest me, even as one of them begins blasting away at me. I feel the bullets pass by, nearly digging into my shoulder. Another inch, and i’d have a nasty wound. I perform a few twists and turns, recovering my billy club in the process, and leap up, ready to finish with the three of them as quickly as possible.

They’re big and tough, but slow–like dinosaurs. My club must look like a blur to them as i easily smash the guns out of their hands and knock them to the ground. I have enough time to give the third and biggest thug a swift uppercut, which sends him sprawling backwards. I walk over to the boy they were working over and help him up.

“Thanks…” he sputters.

Then the thugs turn and start running, and i chase them. Two steps for every one of theirs. This is too easy. They’re so slow, They’re–

Then i smell it. Slight, almost lost in the stench of the city. Smoke. I hear, fainter still, a scream. How many blocks away? Six? Seven? If i can pick it up from this far away, it’s gotta be big.

I look at the thugs, running away.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later,” i say, turning to the boy. Then i start climbing hand-over-hand up a nearby fire escape to the roof. As i move the screams grow louder.

-

The scream. With every step i take, it seems louder, more shrill, even as people pass look at me, staring in wonder--

"Where's the fire, man?"

Faster, i tell myself, gulping air, and darting into traffic. A car comes barreling towards me, but i leap-frog over a nearby cab, and fly into the air.

The scream still grows, and finally, i can sense where it's coming from. The dark warehouse ahead is sending thin plumes of smoke out into the humid summer night air. I know the fire department will be here in four or five minutes. Plenty of time to save the nearby buildings, but not enough time to save whoever is screaming.

I sense that the ground-level opening has a thick metal door. But there's also a rickety fire escape leading up to the top where the screams are coming from.

I jump up to grab the fire escape and with practised skill, my hands close around the metal bar. I swing around, throwing my body up and finally onto the ladder. Ignoring the rattling and odd creaking sound the rusty fire escape makes, i clamber for the rungs.

In the distance i can hear the wail of the fire engines. I can feel the late-night swirl of traffic on the streets that sprawl below me.

Above all, i hear the voice, just ahead now, the yelling has become more frantic--"Help me, please, please, help me!"

I reach the top of the building, and find the large window next to the fire escape is locked. I try to pry it open, but it won't budge.

"Help me," the voice behind the smoky glass pleads. I hurl my body into the window, shattering the glass.

I curl up and roll into the room, trying to sense any shards of glass. I land on my shoulder, and quickly spring to my feet before reaching a sliver of glass sticking up at a nasty angle.

The flames are everywhere--a smoky gasoline fire that could only be the work of arsonists. I detect where the voice is coming from. A loudspeaker sits on the floor (surrounded, no doubt, by nasty asbestos). I sense a light blinking on the cabinet.

The voice, so pitiful in its fear, changes.

"Well done, Daredevil. Now let's see if you can get out of this inferno in time. Your days as the West Side Vigilante, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, are over. And, should you get away, perhaps you'd like to try your luck again tomorrow at Coney Island. I'll be there in person. Waiting for you."

The light goes off, and the speaker explodes. Suddenly, a heavy beam crashes down toward me, a flaming spire ready to pin me to the floor.

I move slowly at first, my senses dulled by the smoke and confused by the fire, but i manage to move just in time. The flaming beam crashes through the floor just behind me, causing the building to shutter at is smashes down.

Got to move. Just got to get out of this oven--quickly! The stairs are masked by a wall of fire, so i back towards the fire escape, stumbling, my lungs burning, begging for fresh air.

Thankful, I reach the fire escape. There's noise from below, people milling about, talking, while firefighters hurry to train their hoses on the building. In minutes, this building will be gone. The only thing they can do at this point is try to save the other buildings.

I inch down, slowly, weakly, concentrating on every step i take. Like a frail, ancient man, i crawl downward. No fancy spins in the air now, I'll just be lucky to get on the ground. I reach the last rung of the ladder and lower myself to the ground.

There is a sudden flash in front of my face. Then another. A TV crew and other reporters are here. I hear a reporter quietly say, "As reported by an unnamed source, Daredevil was indeed inside the building. According to the source, he was seen entering the building earlier this evening. Now it is in flames. We'll try to..."

The camera is on me now, catching my masked face as I struggle to breathe.

Then, through the smoky cotton filter of my mind, it all fits together. I've just been framed. The voice in the warehouse. I know I've heard that voice before. If this town weren't down on me before, it sure will be now.

I have to get away quickly. Before the reporters ask more questions, before the police arrive, and before i collapse on the ground.

I rush away, pushing back people who grab at me and my mask, and hurry back to the dark alleys and rooftops that give me safety. All the while, I wonder, who's doing this to me? More importantly, why?

-

I have no idea what time it is when i return to the apartment. My muscles ache and all i can think about is collapsing in bed, leaving my costume on.

I awaken sometime the next day to the clatter of garbage truck hydraulics and cans being tossed cavalierly on the sidewalk. The apartment is empty, i guess that it's nearly noon.

It's not the first time I've missed the morning. I smell coffee in the kitchen, made fresh hours ago. After a quick shower, where i discover a few scrapes and bruises i didn't know i had, i get dressed. I toss my spare costume into my attache case--it may be a while before i get back to the apartment.

By the time i make it to the drop-in center, Karen is already having lunch. To my surprise, Foggy Nelson is with her.

"Nice to see you up at last." Karen says.

"Hi, Matt," Foggy adds, his voice tentative. Once we were best friends--partners. But Foggy made it clear which side he stood on concerning my current legal status.

"Good to see you, Foggy." i say, walking over to my desk.

"Matt, Foggy says that subpoena--" I hold up my hand.

"I don't want any lectures about the injunction. Not today. Not--"

"Matt," Foggy says, "This is something you can't ignore. They'll drag you into court, cite you for contempt--"

I stand up. "Don't quote the law to me, Foggy. The law is one thing. This," i snap, picking up the crumpled subpoena from where it sat the day before. "Is harassment, and here's where it belongs." i toss it into the corner, and it bounces to the floor next to the trash can.

I sense Foggy turn to Karen. They're closer now. Closer than ever before. They both think I'm out of control.

"I tried, Karen," he says, and walks out of the door with Karen following. She returns, exasperated.

"That was clever. Why don't you just alienate anyone who's ever tried to help you?"

"I suppose you'd like me to just give up? Walk right out of here, too? Spend years trying to clear my name--"

She walks over to the small laptop on her desk. "You'd better listen to this. It was on the news this morning."

"Why? What is...?"

"This city cannot--must not--become a breeding ground for vigilante groups of any stripe, costumed or not--"

Alex Wriley, a young, rich candidate for mayor. Running on a platform that includes shipping every costumed crime-fighter to Lower Slobovia or the Negative Zone. And he's doing real well with the voters, real well.

"--streets to be safe, under the protection of a properly trained and armed law enforcement department."

"Doesn't he know we work with them, for Chris'sake?! What's--"

"Wait," Karen says, "It gets worse."

His speech over, Wriley takes questions from the reporters.

"Mister Wriley, what about last night's reports that the Daredevil was seen fleeing a burning building? There are rumors of an extortion racket to get special protection."

I almost feel Wriley gloating.

"Precisely my point. Is Daredevil working for the side of the law and order, or is he just another freelance thug? Hands open to the highest bidder? I think my campaign will find the truth!" Karen clicks off the video.

"That lousy--"

"Matt, you're going to have to be careful. This Wriley is after you. He's got money. He's powerful."

I start to explain to Karen about the trap--but hold my tongue. There'll be time for talking later, when i know what's really going on.

"Right," i say, "Now, how about a trip to Staten island? Can Martin hold down the fort?"

Martin, my all-purpose file clerk, secretary, and hot-shot investigator is dealing with a crowd of people out front.

"Sure, he'll moan and groan, but love it."

"You can drive," i say smiling. "I could use another forty winks."

The ride is quiet, almost serene, and I'm glad when we reach the Nature Preserve.

"So peaceful," i say, stepping out of the car. "Hardly a breeze. I can pick up gull sounds from the shore. Smells pretty nice, too."

Karen takes my hand. "The factory is over here, over that hill."

I turn, straining to pick up anything unusual.

"Seems empty. Shall we go closer?" i ask.

"Sure, let's drive..."

"No." i give her hand a squeeze. "Let's walk. There's a path ahead. Some kind of opening."

"Yes, but--"

"I don't want to announce our arrival." I pull her along, leaving behind the gently wooded area of the nature preserve, following a makeshift trail up a scruffy hill.

"God," Karen says. "What a mess!"

I can make out the rough outline of the buildings, some gutted, some intact, a few completely gone, leaving only empty, gaping foundations.

"Must be an ugly sight." i say. Then i smell it. Something foul, noxious. It seems to scar my nostrils and burn as it enters my lungs. "There's something wrong here."

Then i hear the sound if a truck entering the property from a distance.

"Someone's coming." Karen says.

Above the roar of the truck, i sense three people, their heartbeats, the rhythm of their breathing. One of them is, yes, familiar. It's quite clear, in fact, that i met him last night--and he got away from me. That won't happen again.

"Can you see where they're headed?" i ask Karen.

"To one of the buildings, one that looks fairly intact."

"Then that's where we're headed."

Karen grabs my arm. "Matt, shouldn't we call the police and let--"

"Let them what? We're trespassing as it is, Karen. The only evidence we've got is a little old lady and my radioactive nostrils. If you want to help change the situation, then we have to see what's going on."

She nods, and i sense her trust, her faith in me, lapsing. Just another battle I'll have to fight to win back her confidence--her love.

The back of the building abuts the river. I hear the water moving back and forth, splashing onto the sharp rocks.

"Do you hear anything?" karen asks.

"Yeah, lots. There are voices, machinery, and--"

"There's a window, Matt. Hoist me up?"

"My pleasure." i reach down and pick up Karen, quickly raising her to look inside.

"A bit higher."

"I can't fly, Karen."

"That's good. I can...oh, Matt! This is terrible. This is..."

"What's the big piece of machinery, Karen? It's growing louder."

"It's digging into the ground, and there are stacks of barrels ready to be rolled into the hole. Matt, she was right, she--"

I turn, picking up the faintest footfall coming around the corner of the building. I lower Karen and try to get ready.

"Matt, what the--"

But behind me there's another sound, and i find myself between two thugs.

I might be out if costume, but I'm not about to let that slow me down. With a speed that startled the two goons, i send my hands out, using precision moves that are made possible only by boxer's reflexes.

Perfect shot--if smashing another humans jaw could ever be described that way.

Lately, i winder whether Karen is right, thinking that i like the violence...need it.

I catch the goon at my left on the chin, and he flies backward, cartoon-style. With time to spare, i cuff the other on the side of the face. Not hard enough to knock him out, but with plenty of force to send him tumbling to the ground.

Now, to just find out who these lovelies work for.

The air is suddenly filled with a high-pitch siren.

"What is it?" Karen asks.

Then i sense the two guards scrambling to their feet, running away.

"I've got to catch up to them." i say.

Karen holds me back, trying to keep me from the danger she now fears i live for.

I pull away, turn and begin running.

The sandy ground offers little support for my feet, especially when I'm wearing my clod-hopper city shoes. If only there were time to change into my costume.

The truck is already moving down the road and the two guys who attacked me climb onto the back as it pulls away. I run as fast as i can, ignoring the growing oxygen debt in my body, until it seems as if a successful leap might send me onto the back of the truck.

Despite the inelegance of my leap, I'm amazed to find that my hands close around the back panel of the truck. With one kick, i climb over.

"Hi, boys. Mind if i catch a ride?" the two thugs seem disturbed by my appearance.

"What's with the glasses--are you blind?"

"Why, are you making faces at me?" I reply.

I hear them separate, slowly moving towards the front of the truck, then they come at me. I crouch, ready to dispose of them quickly, when the truck suddenly barrels over a curb. Sending me crashing into the side wall.

Then they're on me, eager to take advantage of their lucky break. One of them closes his hand firmly around my windpipe, while the other digs into his back pocket for something.

No time for fooling around.

The truck lurched to the left--the driver doesn't seem concerned about what he's driving over. His two accomplices are jostled by the bump, and i move quickly to grab both of them, placing them in simple but effective headlocks. I squeeze just enough to let them know i might be stronger than they imagine.

"Ow." one of them yelps over the truck's engine.

"Where's this heap headed?" I yell. "Come on, guys, let's make this easy."

A small window leading to the cabin opens, and a pudgy face with pinholes for eyes looks back at me.

Then, suddenly, the entire floor of the truck flips upwards, like some kind of garbage truck. That's what it is, hauling toxic waste and dumping it where no one can see. No, no one would ever know about it until it's too late.

The three of us start sliding backwards. I let go of the thugs, but not in time to grab on and stop my fall out of the truck. I land on my feet, while the two henchmen tumble awkwardly in the sand. When they stand up, i grab them by their collars.

"I hate to get unfriendly again. Now, tell me where that truck is going."

They look at each other, then one of them begins jabbering away. "It's heading--" but he doesn't finish his sentence. He screams and the other one joins on, both of them reaching for the backs of their heads, before crumpling into the sand.

I kneel, trying to sense their heartbeats, their breathing, but get nothing.

Karen runs over to me, "Are they...?"

"Dead."

"But how? You didn't do anything?"

I feel behind one of the men's necks, find a small protrusion, and pull it out.

"Here it is." i say, handing the small device to Karen. "Radio operated, I guess. Guaranteed to keep people in line. Nasty, very nasty."

"But who'd use such a device?"

"Someone big, powerful, and unless I'm wrong, new to this town."

"Well, I've got the license plate number, we'll call the police and--"

I put my hand in Karen's shoulder. "You'll call the police. Later. After you've taken me to Brooklyn."

-

The car must be halfway across the Verazono Bridge, I figure. I can feel the engines rumbling with the streams of traffic.

"I don't like it," I say, "Not a bit." I sit in the back of the car, having exchanged my suit for my red costume while Karen drives. My mask is in my lap, and my club is sitting next to me.

"In the building last night," I say, trying to defend myself. "Someone wanted me to go to Coney Island. If it's a trap, it's best that i spring it. If someone wants me at Coney Island, I'll be glad to oblige, but only on my terms, and I'm not about to announce my arrival."

"But what about that dump?" Karen asks.

"It will take a while for the police to track down that license plate. In the meantime, that mayoral candidate Wriley is having a field day trashing my reputation. Maybe i can get to the bottom of it all at the amusement park."

"Or just make it worse, Matt."

"I'll call tonight. Late," I say, ignoring her comment. "I may not come home for a while. Not until i find out what's happening."

Karen drives on in silence, out to the Belt parkway. The open window brings the smells of Brooklyn by the ocean to my nostrils. The salty-sweet smell of the Atlantic and the tang of freshly caught fish reaches me.

Then i hear the whirling, frenetic sounds of Coney Island--the clatter of the roller coaster as it starts to climb its wood-strut hill, the carousel's calliope keeping time for its horses, and the nearby ocean, with kids and women squealing as each wave crashes in.

Its late afternoon. I'll have to stay out of sight till dusk--not a difficult task in the seedy back streets and alleys of the now-depressed area.

"Stop here," I say, picking up a clear image of rows of buildings and streets all quiet now. "Thanks for the ride."

I open the door and Karen reaches back to touch my shoulder, trying to close the emotional gap between us.

"Matt...be careful, please."

I wait, but her 'I love you' doesnt come.

"Yeah, as careful as I can be." I reply. Then I'm gone, and the long night begins.

There are a lot of places to scare people here, places where a good natured thrill could give way to horrible disaster.

The wonder wheel is a monstrous Ferris wheel overlooking the ocean, and with its room-sized cabins, it holds a lot of people. It could be a horrible thing if something caused a cabin to slip loose, crashing to the ground.

But, there could be something more dramatic. The Hurricane coaster is primed for a tragedy. Once the most ferocious coaster in the world, it's now old and dangerous enough without anyone helping it along.

Boy, is it easy to picture the coaster careening off its tracks. Its passengers screaming. This tine though, it would be in earnest.

-

It is dark. My favorite time, a time when my advantage becomes unstoppable.

I feel the night and the cool salty breeze off the ocean, and the shadows that keep me out of sight. In minutes, I can begin moving, climbing to the top of the decrepit buildings. Leaping from one to the other, crouching, listening, waiting. To meet whomever is out to destroy my reputation.

Already, I hear the sound of growing voices, some screaming from the beach, all sandy and burnt red, others spilling out of the subway for some fun among the rides, arcades and...and for others, other pleasures.

The night belongs to them. And to me.

-

The Hurricane coaster. A legend. Nearly everyone who's spent time in NY knows of this old coaster. It was once the highest, fastest coaster in the world, with parts of its run hurling cars at nearly 90 mph. Fortunately for me, it is located away from the more tame amusements of Coney Island. Its foundation is shrouded in darkness. The only lights being at the top of the entrance.

I crawl around the bottom, hearing the coaster's whine and the riders' screams echo around the massive structure.

It feels all wrong. I can't put my finger on it. Sure, its old, decrepit, and needs to be torn down, but there's something else.

Then i hear it. The gentle, almost imperceptible groan. Almost as if the whole structure was shifting--just a little--with every ride made around the coaster.

In maybe three or four places, the lattice of wood and metal is loose. But how loose?

I pick up something else then. At first, i think it's just some kind of sonic echo discharged as the coaster's car roar around, but it's moving too quickly, too purposefully. Someone is climbing around on the structure itself. If I'm right it may be too late already.

Of course it would be here, one of Brooklyn's landmarks. The Hurricane coaster. Even as i hear the sound of the cars beginning their climb up the hill, i sense someone else climbing the dark lattice of beams and girders, scrambling to the top, to an old siding that holds used, beaten coaster cars.

I even know who it is. From the nervous breathing, the wiry body, and the arsenal dangling from him, I can tell it's the Boomerang --Fred Myers, the self-advertised "Killer who keeps coming back". He's a mad-man for hire, who doesn't care who he kills as long as someone meets his price.

I hear the happy squeals of people on the coaster. They don't know it, but they're just pawns in a strange game. Even I am a pawn, until I find out who's waging this war on me.

I creep up behind him, climbing hand over hand from one beam to another, then grabbing at the grease-filled track and clambering up behind the unsuspecting killer.

Suddenly, a beam gives way and I tumble toward the ground. I quickly grab at a nearby beam and save my skin, but boomerang turns and looks into the darkness.

"Daredevil?! Daredevil, of course. You're early, my friend, too early. But, I'll try to accommodate you as best I can." His weird laugh echoes strangely through the structure.

I regain my balance, ready to leap up and grab at him but my senses pick up his movements, sliding a boomerang off his belt. Before i know it, he has tossed it my way.

"Enjoy this, Daredevil, I picked it out specially for you."

The rang comes right at me.

Just what is Boomerang about to flip my way? Some explosives, a flying buzzsaw, or something even more deadly?

I keep still, letting the path of the rang become clear to my radar sense. Above me, Boomerang cackles, picturing my demise.

I wait, checking the graceful arc of the rang. Then I move, swinging to a nearby beam, as the rang cuts through the space I formerly occupied. I throw myself upward, swinging like a monkey-turned-gymnast, because I know Boomerang wont wait another moment before getting another rang off at me. I'm too fast for him though, flying up to his perch with an almost graceful ease. Only the club in my hands indicates that this isn't just an entertaining physical exhibition.

"Don't move, Fred. Don't even think about another toy."

Click-clack. The cars of the coaster are almost at the peak. Has he done anything yet? Is there something I'm missing?

He laughs. "No, I wouldn't dream of doing anything." But then he moves. He meant it to be quick and startling, but he telegraphed it to my brain with every nervous tremor of his body.

A rang in his hands now, smooth, shiny, and razor sharp.

I swing my club at his hand.

My club smashes down at his hand, and Boomerang lets out a yelp as a rang goes flattering and spiralling to the bottom of the coaster.

"Don't try that again, friend. I'd hate to see you have an accident up here."

I sense Boomerang turn in the direction of the coaster cars, now at the top of the ride, about to begin their trip down. His heartbeat begins to race.

Has he done anything? Have I stopped him in time?

Then, as if answering my question, he dives to his left, stepping onto a criss-cross of beams, digging a boomerang out of his belt. I leap for him, but not before he gets the rang up and ready to be thrown.

I grab his arms, and squeeze him as hard as i can. The coaster is on its way down the hill now, all it's riders wearing mock-terrified grins and ready to scream.

"No!" Boomerang bellows, still holding onto the rang. "It's explosive...it will destroy us all!" then it slips from his hands and i dive to catch it.

I catch the rang, wondering with an almost absurd fatalism when the thing will go off.

I look for a safe place to toss it.

The roller coaster comes right at me while i toss the rang into the air. It explodes with a concussive roar that hurls me backwards. The riders scream as they fly down the hill.

I sense that another page has been written in the myth of Daredevil-turned-rogue.

The roar of the plunging coaster continues--the screech of the wheels, and the truly scared screams make it impossible for me to locate Boomerang. Then i sense him on the beach, running west towards the Jetty--probably to a waiting boat.

I saved the people on the roller coaster, but they'll never know that. All they saw was me standing there, a mad bomber.

Boomerang is just a hired gun. I have to catch him, to find out who is really behind this. I start climbing down to the ground, as the night air once again rings with silence.

I quickly work my way down to the beach, crawling through the dark understructure of the Hurricane coaster, leaving all the mayhem behind. I leap over a fence, and land on the boardwalk. I hurry to the beach, hoping i still have time to catch the Boomerang.

The sand offers me little bit poor footing--it seems the harder I dig into it, the more it gives away. I move down to the water's edge, hoping the wet, surf-pounded sand will make for better traction.

I hear him running just ahead. I also sense the jetty and something moored in the water.

Suddenly, Boomerang stops, and pulls a rang from his side. He sends it flying at me. His throw is sloppy. Old Fred is more interested in getting his body out of there than hitting mine. I wait until the rang's trajectory is clear to me, then dive to the left, hearing it pass over me. It circles the spot where I was just standing, spraying the air with some form of gas. Probably deadly stuff, I think, leaping to my feet. I'm gaining on Boomerang now, when he's only a few feet ahead, i bring him down with a flying tackle and waste no time on niceties.

"Who're you working for, Boomerang?" I bellow as i beat him. "Tell me!"

"I...I..." he blubbers. I clamp his cheeks between my fingers and squeeze.

"Tell me, Myers, or so help me--"

It's an interesting thing about mercenaries and "Guns For Hire": they're only loyal as long as they're paid, or until they start feeling pain. In fact, most of them ive met can't stomach pain.

"...Kingpin." he finally mumbles.

Kingpin, alias of Wilson Fisk. He's one of Alex Wriley's biggest mayoral campaign supporters, and the city's most respected criminal. He's covered his tracks well. But, although there is no love lost between He and I, I haven't the slightest as to why he's trying to trap and ruin me.

"What's the gig, Fred? Why all this effort to mess up my life?"

"I don't know!" he cries.

I give his face a fist. "Ow! I told you, I don't know! He just said he'd like your name trashed before-"

"Before what?!"

"Before his new theater opens."

Yes, now I remember. The new Fisk Grand Theater, a state-of-the-art luxury venue on 48th street, able to stage gargantuan performances there with almost any special effect required. Tomorrow night it opens, and Kingpin will be there.

"But you still haven't--"

"Daredevil!" voices from behind me shout. Official voices-police. "Daredevil stand up, please, and put your hands in the air. We have some questions about what happened tonight with the coaster."

Great. Now the police are on my back.

"Please do it now!"

"Okay," I say loudly. "I'm getting up." I get off Boomerang slowly. "See. I'm--"

Then Boomerang scrambles away and rubs down the beach. I turn to follow him but i hear "Freeze, Daredevil!" they obviously can't make out Boomerang.

But if i let myself be taken in, I may find myself locked up for Arson, Extortion, numerous assaults, and who knows what else. I roll quickly to the side, spinning, careening over the sand, a dark red blur to the officers' eyes. I hear a gunshot, and I leap again hoping it's as dark on the beach as I imagine.

I hear more shots. But I'm running now. I hear them trying to follow, their heavy feet digging into the sand.

Boomerang is gone. Perhaps to his boat, perhaps to some dark hole beneath the boardwalk.

But I'm free, too. On my own. An outlaw. A wanted man.

It's time for Kingpin and I to have another one of our little talks, I think.

"I'm a fugitive now," I think. "Not much different from thousands of other drifting outsiders. Drifting–and dangerous."

The night offers me a perfect shroud. Anyone that sees me climbing rooftops or crawling through alleyways at 3AM, will probably think twice about calling the police. And by then, I'll be gone.

I move steadily away from Coney Island, away from the sounds of the police sirens and investigation into the tragedy. Within an hour, they'll be searching for me. So I know I've got to remain free, to confront Kingpin.

One more night, that's all I'll need. At least I hope that's all I'll need.

Morning arrives, and I sense the light–the growing heat signaling another hot day of late summer. I hear children pouring out of the high-rise apartments, savoring the freedom that the endless summer of youth brings, hearing their voices swirling around me, making me remember my own childhood.

It was late afternoon. I had spent the day with my best friend, a quiet, strong-willed kid named Eddie. I spent the day shooting baskets–he was always much better than me–and biking around his neighborhood, talking about girls, "Twilight Zone" episodes, and other weighty topics.

But I forgot to watch the clock that day, letting the hours slip by. Finally, Eddie's mother, getting dinner ready, suggested my mother may be calling me.

Like the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, I popped up in my chair, not wanting to get grounded for missing another dinner with my dad.

The only way to get home in time was a shortcut through Hempstead Park, passing the playing fields and swings, and into the narrow trails that passed through the woods. It was fast, direct, and forbidden. Bad things had happened there, some I knew about, like the kid at school who had his bike stolen. Other things parents talked quietly to themselves about.

I biked as hard as I could that day, into the park, seeing ten minutes disappear from my traveling time.

At first I was surrounded by people. A men's softball game, with overgrown kids, a bunch of mom's with their toddlers at the swings. But when I cut into the woods, climbing the trail towards my neighborhood, I found myself alone.

I heard voices ahead, in plenty of time to turn back. But I kept on biking, figuring I'd just pedal past whoever it was, with no problem.

Then I could see them, maybe eight big kids standing around smoking cigarettes. They looked at me with an eagerness that chilled my whole body. One kid reached out and grabbed my handlebars, stopping my bike so abruptly that I nearly flipped qnd went flying over the front of it.

"Take a wrong turn, punk?" The one holding the bike said.

"Nice bike!" Said another, and then I was lifted off and tossed to the side, while one of them climbed onto my bike seat.

"Get off!" I yelled. "That's my bike, so get away you big, fat, smelly–"

They stopped and looked at me. Then one came real close.

"Hey, I know who you are. Your the Murdock kid." He gave me a push. "A real wussy."

"Yeah." Said another. They pushed me again, only this time someone crouched behind me and I tumbled backwards while they collapsed in laughter. Over and over I stood up to defend myself while they laughed hysterically, pushing me back down into the dirt. I saw my bike being rammed into trees and wheels being bent.

"Beg for it." One of them said, holding out my bent frame of a bike. I stood there, my face a blotchy mess, my pants torn, alone and afraid.

"C'mon," one of them finally said. "Give him his bike and let him get the hell out of here."

I took my bike, now suddenly not the same beloved thing that it was just a while ago. I got back onto the trail as the gang of teens watched me go.

It was a dark place, that fear, that loneliness, a dark place that I've never forgotten. I've ached to pay those bullies back since that day.

Now, my body racked with the aches and pains from the night, I feel alone again.

My radar sense tells me there is a phone ahead–open and exposed. Maybe there is someone I need to talk to–if she'll believe me, trust me.

I go to the phone and dial the number.

She's there…

"Karen–" I start, surprised at how tired my own voice sounds.

"Matt, where are you?"

"Beautiful downtown Brooklyn. I need you to–"

"The papers have photos of the hurricane coaster all torn apart, Matt. They're saying you–"

"Karen, c'mon. You know better than to believe that."

"The owner says he was threatened, that if he didn't make the payoffs, he'd lose the coaster. The police have asked that you surrender peacefully. Matt–"

I hear it in her voice. She's going to ask me to turn myself in. That's nice, neat, and safe, except that Id likely find myselt locked up in Ryker's while whoever wanted me out of the West side could move in for the kill.

"Karen, listen, that's not the answer. This is a part of a plan, and I need your help." I sense hesitation. 'Please Karen,' I think, 'Dont give up on me now.'

"What is it, Matt? What do you need?"

"Atta girl! Boomerang was at the coaster–with the explosives."

"Myers?! What on earth for?"

"He was working for Kingpin, though I have no idea why. Tonight that new Fisk theater is scheduled to open, right? Kingpin's legitimate showcase, funded, of course, by his assorted rackets. I'm going to confront him there, and get him to talk."

"Oh, Matt, I don't know. Everyone will be there. All the mayoral candidates, the press–"

"I don't have a lot of time. Here's what I need you to do. Get a look at the plans for the theater. I need a back entrance I can sneak into. Find out where Fisk will be seated. I'm sure it will be in a box seat of some kind. Find out where, okay?"

I hear another pause. "Yeah…I'll see what I can do."

"Great, and just make sure you don't give much credence to anything you're reading about me."

"Sure."

She's holding something back, something that got some reason she doesn't wanna tell me.

"Karen, is something wrong?"

"No, Matt, just be careful."

Right, careful, of everyone.

I sense the rumpled man turn down 17th Street, a bag of groceries in his hand, shuffling along, whistling. Unaware that I am about to call in my debts. I swing down from a nearby rooftop, and land close to him.

"Daredevil!" He says with genuine awe. "I thought–" but I close my hand tightly over his mouth and pull him into a nearby alley.

"Talk quietly, Turk." And feeling his head nod slightly, I release him.

"I thought you was gone, high-tailed it out of the city. Jeez you should hear peeps be saying about you."

"Yeah, I can imagine." It's odd that at a time like this, I seek out Turk Barret, a petty good, nickel-and-diming his way through life. But, he also keeps his ears and pistols cocked to the deeper thrums and rumblings of the streets–a talent that has kept him, as far as I'm concerned, from a graveyard. "What do you hear, Turk?"

"That you've turned. You're shaking down folks, now. story is, you've grown bitter, DD, bitter and thirsty for revenge."

So that's what you're hearing?

I put a not-quite-protective arm around Turk.

"That's what the press is saying, Turk. Now, why don't you take a deep breath and tell me what you think is really happening. Be creative." I say, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Tell me what you think is happening."

He looks around, his fear obvious. The sweat, the fidgeting–but it's not fear of me.

"I don't know, Dare–"

"Talk, Turk." Then it comes.

"It's big. That's all I really know. It's really big. Someone's making moves in New York that I've never seen done before, big moves. Power plays. I don't know who's involved, honest. All I know is they're new, and they want you out of the West Side, away from the docks. First you, then the others."

"No vigilantes," I smile. "Just the crooks and the overwhelmed and crooked police department. Thanks, Turk. I know that was hard for you." I leap to the fire escape.

"If I'm lucky, I won't have to bother you again. But, just in case, keep your ears open." I climb away from the hoodlum.

It seems to take forever for night to arrive. My call to Karen was brief but helpful. Whether or not she believes me, she came up with just the information I needed. A reporter helped her look up the plans for Fisk theater in public records, and she also picked up the guest list of everybody that will be in attendance (I probably won't need that), and even where Kingpin's private box is located.

The premier is scheduled to be a glittering event in the political campaign, with each of the five mayoral candidates attending. As will I, in my own special way.

For a while, I hover around 8th Avenue, stumbling upon other refugees from society that are awaiting darkness.

My radar sense picks up the line of cars pulling up to the theater–heavy stretch limos and a taut little Mercedes, with a few lesser-autos thrown in from the press corps.

Fisk arrives nearly at 8PM, ready to make his entrance. I pick him out easily, lumbering out of his car. Though huge, Kingpin is no sluggish fatty. He is a powerful, brutal man, with just enough distance from his dirty dealings and himself to stay in the good graces of the law.

Then the car disappears.

It seems like the rear of the theater is nice and quiet, almost peaceful, when I pick up some motion against the walls. A stagehand, I suppose, or maybe someone checking scenery. But I pause, suddenly aware that there's familiar patterns in the movement.

Then I know what it is. Someone is climbing the rear wall. Nice trick. In fact, I have quite a few friends capable of that feat. But this one is more than a friend–Black Widow.

I start towards building, wondering what in the hell she is doing here?

The door opens, amazingly enough, and I find myself face-to-face with a security guard. As I knew I would.

"Daredevil!" He shouts, going for his gun. How quickly they all accept the big lie.

"Sorry, friend." I say, throwing an effortless blow that sends the guard crashing against the main stage entrance.

Fortunately, my restrained blow knocks him out, at least long enough for me to carry on.

I turn from the stage and auditorium entrance to a small staircase leading to the basement of the theater. It spirals down for three levels–below all the fancy stage machinery that can make complete sets disappear and raise the orchestra to the rafters. Finally, I'm at the bottom level, the business end of the theater. I find three heavy-duty boilers (cool and quiet now) and a battery of noisy, groaning compressors that feed cool air into the entire theater. There are also pipes leading under the seats to the front of the house, then up to the mezzanine, the balcony and the box-seats.

I run, hearing the muffled vibrations of the orchestra playing a warm-up number. It sounds very bassy down here, but nonetheless wonderful.

I run now, annoyed at the sheer size of the theater–the biggest on Broadway. Built by dozens of shady handshakes, and dirty money laundered by way of Columbia and Miami. Then I hear somebody running behind me, running just as fast. I turn, and before she says a word, I know who it is.

"Black Widow. I didn't expect to surprise you." She steps closer to me. "Are you here to help?" I ask.

"In a way, Matt. I think…I think you need some help."

"Welcome to the club." More steps, and we face each other in the narrow chamber, separated by only 5 feet.

Black Widow, Natasha Romanov. An enemy at one time, a lover at another, and now aupposedly an ally.

"How'd you know I was here?" She doesn't answer, but I do for her. "Karen. Did she contact–"

"No." She says, reaching out and touching my arm. "I cornered her." I let my hand press against hers.

"Why, Natasha?"

She pulls away. "To catch you. To talk to you. Matt…I still care enough for you to try to keep you from doing something you'll regret. You have to turn yourself in…answer some–"

"Like hell I do!" I step back. "Natasha. You can help me or leave me alone, it's your choice. But you're not getting me out of here until I do what I've come to do."

She shakes her head. "I'm sorry you feel that way, Matt. Very sorry." She raises her bracelet suddenly, catching me off guard. Twin jets of gas spew out at my face.

I perform a quick backwards somersault, slapping my feet against the ceiling, but the maneuver gets me away from the pellets. I raise my club, waiting for the gas to dissipate.

"I don't know why you're doing this, Black Widow, but two can play at that game."

I pull my punch.

She may be a former KGB spy, but she's been a good friend and loyal lover too. I can sense that she almost didn't expect the blow, and her reflexes arent quite enough to avoid it. It sends her stumbling backwards, fumbling at her bracelet (perhaps ready to give me a taste of something lethal). I waste no time pinning her arms to the ground.

She struggles hard, but I'm too much dead weight. "Get off, you big–"

"Easy," I say. "I'm just trying to protect myself."

"And I'm trying to protect you, too! If you can even still be protected. Half the people in this city think you're a violent outlaw."

"They're wrong."

"A lot of good just saying that does. Will you get off me now?"

"Not until I'm sure you're not gonna try to hand me over to the, ahem, proper authorities."

"I promise."

I stand up, waiting for the ever-so-nimble Black Widow to try to lay me low again.

"There," she says exasperated. "No tricks. Now, tell me what's going on."

"Easier said than done, but here it goes…"

I move close to Natasha, remembering how much I once cared for her. I try to make my story sound convincing.

"The fire was real enough," I say, speaking about the warehouse two nights ago, "But the voice I heard came from a loudspeaker."

"But, why?"

"A trap, and a plot to discredit me. The media lackeys were there, waiting for me when I made my 'suspicious' departure."

"And the coaster?"

"I guess you'll have to just trust me on that one," I laugh. "But Boomerang was there. He set off the explosives. He also directed me here–to Kingpin. I don't mind a fair fight, but there's something about this that's way over my head. If Kingpin has some of the answers, I want to talk to him."

Black Widow stands there, silently debating whether or not to believe anything I'm saying. Perhaps figuring the best way to get me under lock and key or turn me in. Then, quietly she asks, "what can I do to help?"

"Bless you, beautiful. Even I was beginning to lose faith in my one-man campaign. Here's what I need:"

I hold her–its so wonderful to to have someone else to lean on–and ask her to surveil the front of the theater.

"In case Kingpin decides to step out before I get to him."

"Fine." She says.

"If you see him sneaking away, just come and get me. Now, I'd love to stay and catch up but I'm already late for my grand entrance."

I turn from Black Widow and dash down the corridor, beneath the massive hall, to the shafts leading up to the box-seats–and to Kingpin.

The corridor narrows, then opens into a small room with larger shafts leading up. Ducts appear to carry hot and cold air to the rear of the auditorium.

There's a schematic drawing posted above one of the shafts, showing where each leads. One exits right behind the box seats, probably ending in a small grid facing the seats. Not so small, I hope, that I won't be able to squeeze through it.

I sense another shaft feeding into the ones leading to the rest of the house. There's an oversized valve to one side. I close it–hoping the patrons won't mind their next ten minutes or so of stuffiness, Because I hope that ten minutes is all that it will take me. Then I pop open the metal flap leading to the seats, I stick my head in, hoping my radar sense will guide me safely.

Up I climb, pressing my feet and my back against the walls of the metal shaft. Outside I hear the sounds of rock music–I can't place the song or the group–keeping up with contemporary rock groups hasn't been a priority lately. But it's good and loud–guaranteed to mask my activity.

Then my radar sense picks up a curve ahead, and worse, a slight narrowing. The shaft curls and becomes half as large.

I use my arms to pull myself along, all the time thinking that if the shaft gets any smaller, I'd be stuck like a cork in a wine bottle.

But then I see the grid. It's small, but unless my senses are off, large enough to squeeze through.

I wait, letting my breathing ease up. I concentrate on finding where my favorite tough-guy, Wilson Fisk, exactly is.

There he is! In one of the boxes just behind a heavy door. I can pick out the bulky figure resting on a custom-designed seat. He's in his own compartment, shielded from anyone to his left or right. Two goons are near the back, as if Kingpin couldn't take care of himself!

It's time to pay the big man a visit.

I put my hands onto the mesh, but then I sense something else–or the lack of aomething. Kingpin has no heartbeat, no breathing. He's either dead…or he's a dummy. A decoy for Daredevil.

"In for a penny, in for a pound." I say. At least I know it's a trap. I smile to myself.

The grating gives way with only the slightest sound. Fortunately, the rock music continues to blare at ear-splitting volumes, masking what noise I make.

The lobby area is empty and I sense a door ahead, leading to Kingpin's box. I walk to it quickly, almost matter-of-factly. It opens, and I hear the music at full volume. I sense the great bulk of Kingpin ahead.

Unfortunately, I also sense his two burly thugs flanking him.

No matter, I can get to him before they can get to me.

I hear footsteps, and I throw a chokehold around Kingpin.

"Okay, Willy, I think it's time we had a little chat."

But the massive bald head doesn't move–it feels like dead weight in the crook of my elbow. Is he dead? I hear two semi-automatic pistols being drawn from shoulder-holsters. It's time to change tactics.

"Sorry," I say, releasing Kingpin's head, which lolls forward, "but I'm afraid firearms are not allowed in the theater." I quickly club each of the thugs' gun hands and the silenced Uzi's clatter to the floor. I reach out and grab each of the goons by their sharkskin lapels. "Now, let's see which of you knows more."

"Im afraid neither of them would be able to help you." Says a voice. It's Kingpin, standing at the rear of the box. I hear a whining sound behind me, and the box is enclosed in a special clear acrylic. I let his two hoods go.

"Fine, I'll go directly to the big man himself." But he catches me off guard. My radar sense picks up Kingpin raising his jeweled cane overhead. Harmless enough, I suppose, if I can dodge the laser he has built into it.

The box is completely enclosed. Anything could happen in here and the rest of the audience would be oblivious to it. "Such an easy mark!" Kingpin laughs, and I hear the high-pitched whine of the laser as he brings it down, aimed directly at mt chest.

The laser slices the air where I was standing. It singes the still-new carpet. The now-enclosed box suffuses with a foul odor (like the illegal dump on Staten Island).

"I'll take that," I say, reaching out to grab Kingpin's cane.

I reach out and grab at Kingpin's jeweled cane (a compact industrial laser that Fisk wields with the dexterity of an accomplished swordsman). Kingpin's arm is like an unyielding tree limb. But I twist his stick left and right, giving it a sudden flip, and his sausage fingers loose their hold. It takes me but a second to toss the weapon to the side.

"There," I say, "Now we can talk like two civilized men."

He comes at me. A human steamroller, ready to flatten me.

In the narrow confines of the box seats, it will take some artful maneuvering to avoid his 450 pounds of firmly-packed flesh.

I wait until Kingpin is almost on top of me, then I nearly press myself against the brushed velvet wall while delicately tripping him. He falls to the floor against the wall with a crash.

"Okay, big guy, on your feet." Then I feel the cold, unmistakable steel gun barrel neatly lodged at the base of my spine.

"You can turn around, Mr. Daredevil. But do it slowly, if you don't mind."

Alex Wiley, mayoral candidate, and hater of costumed crimefighters, especially me.

"I guess you really don't care much about your candidacy," I say. "I mean, hanging out with old Tubby hard knocks here."

Kingpin's temper flares and he swipes me across my face with the jeweled end of his cane.

I begin to reach for him when Alex Wiley cautions, "Tsk, tsk, Daredevil."

I sense two accomplices on each side of him, with their weapons trained on me. "Such rude behavior. And I'm afraid you've got it all wrong, my friend. I'm not hanging around him. He's assisting me…for a price. Wilson's community spirit ends with his checkbook." He drapes his arm around Kingpin. "Though, I'm sure he'd support me for mayor anyhow."

"Yeah, all the rats and–"

Kingpin raises a fist to me, but Wiley touches his arm. "No, Wilson, allow the devil of Hell's kitchen his final few words to be pathetic banter."

My ears perk up at the use of the word: 'final'. It has the kind of terminal ring to it that makes me feel cold in an interminably hot and stuffy theater.

"So why trash my reputation, Wiley?"

"Ah, wonderful," he smiles. "You still think I'm Wiley, and if I can fool you, I can fool anybody."

I'm confused. Of course it's Wiley. My senses wouldn't trick me, not in that way. The voice, the mannerisms–all of it indicates Wiley.

"I can detect your confusion. The real Alex Wiley suffered an….unfortunate accident some years ago. I've taken his place."

"You killed him?"

"Oh please, Daredevil. I never kill anyone. Not directly, anyways. But I was there to take his place. The best bioengineering in the world has made me into an almost perfect duplicate of Alex Wiley. I assumed his distinguished background–Harvard Law, prestigious firm, and so on–and moved his entire political career in a slightly different direction. All according to plan."

Kingpin turns to Wiley. "Do you think you should be telling him so much?"

"Why the hell not?! It's over, Wilson, and you played your part well! In fact, you can leave us. There are still certain things not even for your ears."

Kingpin storms out of the box and down the corridor. I wonder whether I could take the three of them now–wiley and his two henchmen. But then I sense that their fingers are pressed tightly against the triggers, only a few millimeters away from blasting at me.

Okay, so I'm a captive audience.

The rock and roll band finishes one number and quickly segues into a second, even louder.

"You see, Daredevil, we have to discredit you, to turn peopke against all costumed vigilantes. With my platform, such hate would be easy to manipulate into a victory."

"You control the West side. So what? Not the rest of New York." He smiles, as if my comment had come from a child.

"Yes, the West side, and all it's docks. Absolutely crucial to our purposes. But we wouldn't ignore other costumed gadflies. It would just take time. In the meantime, our representatives would be in place.

"Oh yes, didn't I tell you? It's not just New York, my friend, though it had to be, of necessity, the first. Each city will have its own tailor-made plan, tied to an upcoming election. When we have a foothold in each of the major cities, then we can really get to work."

"We? Just who is this 'we'?"

"Ah, even Kingpin doesn't know this, Daredevil. He just thinks I'm trying to take you out, become mayor, use the docks for drug-running and moving radioactive waste to cheap dumps."

Now I remember how this all started. "Staten Island." I say quietly.

"Yes, I heard that site had an unwanted visitor. That was you, eh? Well, that's just a sideline to generate extra cash flow."

He steps back, towards the door, and I get the uncomfortable feeling that my audience is about to come to an abrupt end.

"You see, getting the cities is only the beginning. Important and necessary, but only a beginning. The Association wants nothing less than control over the entire nation–though we have plans for later…expansion. And it all starts with you, Daredevil." He begins laughing wildly, a hysterical, maniacal laugh. Another crackers case out for world domination. But something tells me that this guy–whoever he is–and his Association mean business.

One thing is pretty clear. Whatever Alex Wiley and the Association have planned for me, it won't be good. The way he's edged to the back of the box seats would indicate that my time for planning is up.

He backs up another step.

"My colleagues will accompany you outside, Daredevil. I suggest you come along quietly, their guns are silenced, and they are more than willing to use them."

I bet they are.

I follow Wiley out, looking for a good moment to disarm him and trash his plan for world domination. He leaves the box seats and walks for the emergency exit. "Oh," he says casually, "I almost forgot." He turns a small pen-shaped object over in his hand. "Almost." He squirts a thin stream of gas in my face.

"What–" I mutter, my nostrils inhaling the powerful stench. I try to reach for Wiley, but I'm collapsing to the floor.

Oh, my aching head! Is it still there?

I rub at my skull, trying to find the source of the throbbing pain. Slowly, I remember. There was a gas. I can still taste it on my lips, like insect repellent.

I feel the floor. Smooth, flat…and moving.

It vibrates under me, and rolls left and right, as if–im on a boat!

At least I'm intact, I'm glad to feel, stretching my arms and legs. I stand up, hoping my radar sense will give me a better picture of just what my current status is.

I'm not quite prepared for what I pick up. There's no one else on board, and this is no pleasure yacht. It is a good sized freighter, moving at a brisk clip. All around me is glass…this must be the bridge. There is a door just to the side, and I'd bet my life savings that ifs locked. I walk over to it slowly, painfully, to test it. The knob won't even move, as if it's been welded to the door.

"Great," I say a loud. "This has been a great week for me."

I concentrate harder, desperate for any information about what's going on here…what's happening.

There's another sound out there, beyond the glass. A ship–a big ship. An ocean liner, and this freighter is headed straight for it.

Sealed in on the bridge, with no controls and no way out. From the sounds surrounding the ship, I'd guess I'm still in New York harbor. But what am I doing here?

There's only one answer. A final disgrace committed by Daredevil, some horrible disaster perpetrated in plain sight of the harbor. It will have to end in my death. But what a wonderful way to crown Wiley's campaign to make the streets safer for criminals again.

I bang on the glass with my fist, but my hand bounces off harmlessly. I doubt even my billy club, if I had it, could do any good.

Then, I hear another rumble, not the ship but from beyond the glass. My ship seems to be turning slowly towards it.

"Oh no." I moan. "Not this." The freighter seems to kick into a higher acceleration, bearing down on what is senses to be a giant ocean liner. Everyone on deck, kids, lovers, retired peoples back from their dream vacations, are probably watching Daredevil steer a freighter right at them.

The Ocean Liner is now less than a half a nautical mile away. It lets out a warning howl. Someone, somewhere is sending the freighter I'm on at them.

Then I hear another sound, faint. A small motor, another boat.

Finally, I hear the sound of someone coming on board my ship. Footsteps, padding on the main deck, heading towards me. There's a heartbeat–and a voice.

"Daredevil, stand back from the glass, I'm going to blow it."

It's black Widow. How she got here, I'll never know.

I wait for the explosion–a specialty of hers–and I feel chunks of glass fly by me.

Black Widow climbs onto the bridge. Only a few thousand feet seperates me and the liner.

"Go!" She screams. "Find the controls! Before it's too late! Go!"

I step outside and listen to the freighter, hoping to find the sounds of a hidden control panel.

This time, I get lucky, zeroing in on the small control unit hidden aft.

"I've got it!" I yell to Black Widow, as I run over to it. I rip open the small box, noting the maze of wires inside. I first disengage two strands of wire leading to explosives–I obviously was not meant to survive the crash.

C'mon, which one controls the rudder? That's all that's important.

I can hear the ocean liner, close now. So close that I can hear people on deck, screaming and pointing at me.

C'mon!!!

Then I have it. One wire, then another, and the boat's throaty engine goes dead.

Still, the ship drifts forward. But, slowly, as the liner passes. Halfway, and the liner's almost clear. Then the bow of the ship nudges the ship before it sails on.

The people on the liner are knocked about, but they safely float by.

"You did it!" Black Widow exclaims.

"You did it, if anyone did." I say to her, throwing my arms around her and squeezing her tight.

A police launch chugs it's way towards us.

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"So how did Black Widow know to follow you?" Karen asks, as two days later, all charges against me have been dropped, The two of us walk together through Central Park.

"She didn't–not at first. But when she decided to come back and check on me, and I wasn't there she got worried. Looking at the back exit, she found Wiley leaving with me all tied up."

"And where did Wiley go?"

"Back to his buddies in the Association, whoever they are. Black Widow has notified SHIELD and the FBI and other cities' police forces, but the info is so nebulous that I dont know what they'll do."

Karen pauses, then asks, "And was it fun meeting with Black Widow again?"

"Fun? Surprising, maybe and helpful. But–"

"No sparks?"

"No." I say.

It's just a small lie. Not much to feel guilty about. I take Karen's hand and walk towards the sounds of music and children coming from the Central Park carousel. Finally, a smile comes to my face.

[sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan]

Feel the Same (Matt x Reader)

(You don't have to listen to the song while you read, I just added it so you could listen to it if you wanted! This song is on Matt's personal Spotify account. The playlist is titled '!' (Odd I know)

Contains: BSF!Matt, BSF!Reader, BSF!Nick, BSF!Chris, use of Y/N, Switch!Matt, Switch!Reader, oral (both receiving), sorta edging (?), smut, P in V (wrap it PLEASE), cumming inside, ASSUME YOU'RE ON THE PILL, cursing, suggestive language, use of 'mommy', and possibly more.

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Word Count: 2.2k

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Second Person POV

Matt was driving Nick, Chris, and you around town while you all shopped for things. Chris wanted to lay down in the very back, and Nick wanted to sit in his usual spot. This only left one seat available for you to sit. Which was the passenger seat, right beside Matt.

You had the aux, playing whatever song someone asked you to play. Currently, you were playing a song that Matt had requested. 'Maple Syrup' by the Backseat Lovers was blasting throughout the car's speakers. Everyone singing along to the lyrics.

'When we slept in the back of your car, and you left me with a pretty cool scar'

As Matt turned into the driveway, the song ended with Nick and Chris arguing about what to order for dinner. Matt just rolled his eyes, unlocking the car doors so everyone could get out. You reached for the door handle, but Matt stopped you. "Wait for Chris and Nick to get out. I wanna talk to you."

Chris shut the door, giving you and Matt a confused look before walking inside the house. You turned to Matt, attempting to read his expression. "What did you wanna talk about, Matt?" You asked with an eyebrow raised.

"I don't even know where to start, so forgive me if I ramble on. I want to start off by saying thank you for playing that song for me. I really enjoy listening to it. Especially if you sing along. I could listen to you forever. Speaking of forever, I want to be with you forever. In more than just a friend way. I've liked you for so long now, Y/N. You have no idea. I've tried to push these feelings away, but I can't. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I had to let you know. You don't have to say anything. If you get out of this van, we can forget this conversation ever happened. Everything will go back to the way it was before. I'll understand. If you stay, let me show you how much I've been needing you. Let me be yours."

"Matt, I don't know what to say. I-" you started, but got cut off by Matt. "Y/N, please. If you want me as bad as I want you, then kiss me. If you don't feel the same, just get out of the van. I'll understand either way."

You unbuckle your seatbelt, open your door, get out of the van, and close the door back. You only wanted to tease Matt slightly. Make him think you were going inside the house. Instead, you walked over to Matt's side, opening his door, and climbing onto him. Your face was in close proximity to his as your thighs rested against his legs. You shifted on his lap in an attempt to get comfortable, which caused him to groan while gripping your hips.

You looked into Matt's eyes, feeling the intensity of the moment. "I've been wanting to tell you the same thing, Matt," you whispered, your breath mingling with his. "I just didn't know how."

Matt's eyes widened in surprise and relief. "Really?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You nodded, leaning in closer. "Really. I've liked you for so long too."

With that, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his in a tender, yet passionate kiss. The world outside the van seemed to disappear as you both melted into the moment, finally expressing the feelings you'd both been holding back for so long.

You felt him growing underneath you, which caused your hips to move against his. Your kiss became more heated, your hands locking behind his head, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. His grip on your hips tightened, feeling you grinding against him made it hard for him to contain himself.

Feeling a need for air, you pulled your lips away, resting your forehead against his. You both were breathing heavily, as you stared into each other's eyes. You smiled at him, kissing his nose gently, your forehead resting on his again. "Y/N," Matt rasped, his breath fanning against your lips.

You smiled softly, feeling the warmth of his breath. "Matt," you whispered back, your voice filled with emotion. "I've wanted this for so long." He looked at you with a mix of desire and affection. "I can't believe this is happening," he said, his hands still holding you close.

You leaned in and kissed him again, slow and tender this time, savoring the moment. "It's real," you murmured against his lips. "And I want you just as much. Let's go inside, yeah?" You offered, getting out of the car. Matt followed quickly behind you after shutting his car door, the bulge in his baggy jeans very evident.

You both made your way to Matt's room, holding hands as you walked. Once you finally entered Matt's room, he shut the door and locked it. You took the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, leaving you in your bra and leggings. Matt couldn't help himself, he stared at you with such desire in his eyes, you couldn't help but be amused. You grabbed his hands, pulling him to you for a kiss. You placed his hands on your waist, wrapping yours around his neck to play with his hair. You pressed your body against his, feeling his hard erection against you.

You began to walk until the back of your thigh hit Matt's bed. Sitting down, he stood in between you, leaning down to continue the kiss. Your hands traveled down his chest, skimming against his sides as you pulled his shirt in an attempt to get him to take it off. Matt got the hint, pulling away from you long enough to take his shirt off.

He threw his shirt somewhere in his room, connecting his lips back to yours. You felt him start kneading his hands against your breasts, which caused you to moan into the kiss. This gave him the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, exploring the way you tasted. Your tongue pressed against his, battling for dominance.

He leaned you down more, pressing his weight against you softly. He kissed from your lips to your neck, sucking and leaving marks which you were sure would bruise later. His lips made their way from your neck to the valley between your boobs, licking slowly and sensually as he sucked.

Once satisfied with the marks he left on your chest, he continued his journey. His breath tickled your tummy, making you giggle slightly. He locked his eyes with yours, smirking up at you. He left a gentle kiss right above the waistband of your leggings, before dipping his fingers into them.

"May I take these off?" Matt asked for your consent, his eyes boring into yours from below your stomach. Even though it was the bare minimum, you couldn't help but swoon. You felt the butterflies erupt from their cage, fluttering around carelessly. You nodded your head, your mind too clouded with need to form a sentence. "I need words, love."

"Yes Matt, please hurry," You begged, desperately needing to feel him in your heat. Simply just touching you somehow. He chuckled against your skin, pulling down your pants and underwear at the same time, tossing them into a pile on his floor with your shirt and his. The eye contact that you held with him was released as he looked at your dripping cunt.

"Fuck baby you're soaked for me," Matt said, his fingers collecting your wetness from your dripping hole and spreading it around your folds. You bit back a moan as you felt him attack your clit with his tongue. His middle finger made its way back to your hole, deliciously stretching you out as you removed your teeth from your bottom lip, letting out sounds of pleasure.

He flattened his tongue against your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your toes curl. Your breath hitched when you felt him add his ring finger inside you. The pace of his fingers were unforgiving, as was the pace of his tongue on your clit. You let out a whimpered moan, signaling that you were close to your climax. "Matt-" you breathed out. "I'm so close."

You whined at the loss of contact, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at the brunette boy in confusion. He stood up, removing his sweatpants and boxers at the same time, causing his dick to bounce against his stomach. Instead of looking into his eyes, you shamelessly stared at his length. You wondered if he would even fit inside you.

"Get on your knees, Y/N," Matt ordered, causing you to remove your gaze from his cock to his face. "W-what? Matt are you serious?" You looked at him confused, not sure if he was serious. You never heard him so commanding. You would be lying if you said you weren't insanely turned on by his dominance. "I didn't stutter," was all he said as he took your hands in his, pulling you up off the bed.

You quickly got on your knees, looking up at him submissively. "You're going to take this cock like a good girl, yeah?" Matt said, wrapping one of his hands around your throat while the other gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail. You whimpered in response, your head nodding slightly, barely able to move due to his grip on you. "Yes Matt," you breathed out.

"Open," you opened your mouth wide, eyes focused on his. You felt him enter your mouth slowly, your tongue swirling around his tip teasingly. "Fuck don't tease," he said thrusting into your mouth aggressively, causing you to gag as he hit the back of your throat with his tip.

He gripped your hair and throat tighter as he thrust into you aggressively. His pace was ruthless, making tears spill from your eyes. With a final thrust, he pulled out of your mouth, releasing his grip on you while pulling you up to your feet.

He connected his lips to yours, making you taste yourself just as he tasted himself. "Jump," he mumbled against your lips. You complied, your thighs wrapping around his waist as his hands found your ass.

Matt threw you lightly onto the bed, your back hitting his pillows softly as he climbed in after you. He wrapped your legs around his waist, positioning himself with your entrance. He gripped his hands on your hips while his eyes moved to your face. His tip entered you, his face scanning yours for any signs of discomfort. You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut, getting lost on the feeling of pleasure. Once he bottomed out, he let out a sigh. Almost one of relief.

"Let me know when I can move, okay?" Matt asked, his eyes still focused on your face. "Okay," you whimpered. After adjusting to him, you nodded your head while saying, "You can move now,"

Matt began to move slowly, his rhythm steady and deliberate. The room filled with the soft sounds of your breaths mingling and the bed creaking gently beneath you. Each thrust sent a wave of warmth through your body, your skin tingling with the intensity of it all. His eyes never left your face, watching every reaction, every sigh that escaped your lips.

Your fingers curled into the sheets, gripping them tightly as the pleasure built. It felt like a tide rising inside you, each movement bringing you closer to the crest. The world around you both seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, entwined in this intimate dance.

Matt's pace quickened, his grip on your hips tightening. You could feel the tension in his muscles, the heat of his skin against yours. Every motion, every touch, was a silent conversation between your bodies, a testament to the connection you shared.

One of his hands moved from your hip to your clit, moving his thumb to the rhythm of his hips drilling into yours. "I'm gonna cum," you said. Matt quickly pulled out of you, flipping you to where you were straddling him.

"Ride me, pretty girl. I wanna see your tits bounce," Matt stated, his hands gripping your waist tightly. You positioned yourself over him, feeling the heat of his body against yours. As you began to move, his hands guided your hips, helping you find a rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming, each movement sending shivers down your spine. Your breaths came faster, mingling with his as you rode him, the intensity building with every bounce. Matt's eyes were locked on you, your tits, his gaze filled with lust and admiration. The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies coming together, skin slapping against skin.

He moved his thumb back to your clit, stimulating it in order to draw your orgasm nearer. Your head tipped back, eyes shutting tightly as you felt your climax approach. Your breathing picked up, as did Matt's. You felt him twitch inside you, signaling that he was about to cum. "Can I cum inside you, Mommy? Please?" You nodded your head vigorously, too fucked out to verbally respond.

You felt his warm cum shoot up inside you, painting your vagina walls white with his hot streaks of release. Moaning loudly, you both rode out your highs, your thighs shaking slightly. You collapsed on top of him, wrapping your hands around him tightly, him doing the same.

A/N 2: LMK what you guys think! First time writing anything for Matt tbh 🙈

[fangirls666]

Y/n has been sitting at home on her couch for the past three months after her brother was murdered with no leads on the case what so ever she been depressed and can barely get off the bed. The only things she been doing is ordering off food online and watching reruns of doctor who/supernatural/Sherlock. She just laying there thinking what's the point of life this will be her third time trying to commit suicide already her friends and stoped her everytime but this time will be different cause her friend Tommy is on vacation after a week of therapy and trying to convince him that I don't need to be watched over. Her plan is about to take action when she got a call from her boss even. Who she asked him if there wasn't any leads he said no she got angry causing and throwing things. He told her that i know you are hurting. When she hung up on him she threw the phone went into to the bathroom and cried on the floor she was sitting with a razor in her hand and started cutting her wrist. When there was a dust of light and a loud pop sound was heard she finds her self on a fictional space ship. The tardis the one that was bigger on the inside than outside that can fit between spaces. The panel had so many buttons she didn't know what any of them are it was overwhelming. She look in the hallway she wanted to know what it'd look like considering they never showed it on tv before. But she didn't want to get lost in there so she decided it be best if she looked in there later. She was in a daze wondering how the fuck she got here. When she heard voices that were familiar when she first watched the doctor who actor interviews. Matt smith and Karen Gillian coming into view and she pulls down her long sleeves and makes sure her bracelets are covering up her bloody wrists. And trys to hide as little in a space as she possibly could as matt and Karen comes in talking about another adventure she never even heard of from the movies or books and comics she read three million of times to escape of the tragically life she calls reality she even went to the conventions before everything really became a mess. When she wasn't paying attention she bumbed into matt when she fell down matt looked at her with such kind and loving eyes. Hello Y/N I was wondering when you were gonna come back. Let me help you up she stands up and looks at him speechless doesn't know how to describe this situation it's bizarre even for her what the fuck is she supposed to say to one of her favorite fictional characters that's staring at her right in the face. She starts by telling his name asking if this is a prank or something he looks at her confused and pulls out his journal the very same one as river song she guess she has one too. It's almost the exact same one except it has a huge heart shape crust like on the cover wondering why that is . The doctor as where in the timeline is she talking a million miles per minute I could barely keep up with what he was saying when I was out of my daydreaming he yanked me in for a hug and before I knew it he was kissing me like really on mouth to mouth kissing. He had his tongue on mine things where becoming a little heated to fast and he put his tongue on my lips and into my mouth agien there was a lot of spit and saliva that I could taste and the only thing I could think of was slap him and hid. The doctor was shocked that I did that asking why I said even the I like your acting matt I did not consent to this at all. He looked at me wide eyes realizing it's my first time so you don't even know who I am yet Y/N please tell me you know who I am Y/N says nope have no clue and your matt smith and she is Karen Gillian not the doctor and not Amy because those are fictional characters not real at all.

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I hope your all liked the first page I've tried my best i want this fanfic to be sad dark and lots of smut at the same time I will try to put it towards the episodes best as i can and between the booms and novels I want it to be realist and detailed hopefully feel free to give me good or bad feedback I really really want to know what your opiouns are or if you have any ideas let me know.