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hearts4werka · 5 months ago

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NNN day 3 | Skin Deep Scars

summary: you’ve been born into a rich controlling family, always having to stay on top and never cross the line. You tried to please your mother but never could be enough for your mother’s standards, your father was mostly at work and away at business trips so both of you hardly ever interacted with each other. That’s until you got into an argument about your new friend chris who was the polar opposite of you, what do you think will happen next?

warnings: ANGST, !parental abuse!, arguing (again ik), family issues, swearing, manipulation, controlling mother figure, !burning skin!, slight fighting, crying, !mentions of childhood trauma! And this contains sensitive topics for many (even me) so please I advice to read this with caution and knowingly what you’re consuming.

authors note: day 3 is behind us now, thank yall so much for all of the love on the past fics I seriously rlly appreciate it. Yall can drop some ideas for future days and fics outside of this in my inbox and I’ll be happy to write them, I don’t have my computer with me rn so I’ll make the gradient text when I’m at my computer again, hope y’all enjoy this one

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Escalated screams and yells fill the large space of the room, making my ears want to fall off as foul words continue to fall from my mother’s mouth. It’s not the first time my mother has yelled at me for the most stupidest bullshit ever known to mankind and this is one of them, somehow it never turned psychical between us which could be a shocker for some of the others considering how loud she is screaming and shouting that you would think she’d hit me by now or at least threaten to.

“You are bringing such shame to this family! It’s unacceptable!” She shouts, her face contoured with pure anger. I might as well see smoke coming out of her ears by now, rolling my eyes as I feel my own anger rise inside of me at how ridiculous she is being right now. “I bring shame? What about you sleeping around behind dad’s back, huh?” I argue back, not letting her bring me down and standing my ground. She gasps dramatically as if I insulted her whole bloodline, pressing her hand to her chest to make her seem more like a victim.

“Don’t you dare speak of that! This isn’t about my mistakes, it’s about yours!” She attempts to defend her name but fails miserably, thinking if she raises her voice higher than me she’ll have the high ground and take the upper hand in this argument. “You’re the one that’s hanging out with that street rat and even dare to invite him to this house!” My blood boils to high temperatures at her insult targeted towards Chris, well she isn’t very fond of him and his lifestyle or he of how she treats me from all of the stories I’ve previously told him.

Summarizing that thought, their hatred is mutual towards themselves. “Don’t bring him into this, he has nothing to do with this! It was one lower grade, mom!” I yell defensively, the level of my irritation rising with each second of just breathing in the tense air in the room. “That he caused by the influence he has on you! I just want the best for you, honey.” She tries to twist her tone into a softer one but I can feel the fakeness radiating off it the minute it comes past her lips, how pathetic.

“You aren’t convincing anyone with that fake tone, that’s for sure.” I state annoyingly as she attempts to move closer to me but when she sees me backing away she just gives up with trying to convince me into doing anything she wants with the same old method and decides on a newly invented one. “Fine, maybe I wont convince you at least but your father is pretty gullible and he’ll do anything I ask him to do. Even if i feed him a couple lies involving you and that little skank.”

I narrow my eyes at her, not believing her words at first until she shoots me a specific look which informs me she isn’t playing around, raising her eyebrow and slightly dipping her chin just always has her whole bitchy personality written all over her face in that moment. My face normally would drop in color but at this point I didn’t care, she brought Chris into this who has nothing to do with this and shouldn’t be assumed as the cause of my lower grade. It was one of the hardest exams this semester and even when I studied harder than ever and got the highest grade in my class, she still doesn’t appreciate my hard work.

My head decides its the perfect time to bring up the first time I got a lower grade, being only at the age as young as seven she was already pressuring me into being perfect and didn’t even allow me to have a normal childhood only filling me with more work and mental pressure I often was too tired to do anything the next morning after studying all night in hopes to attempt to please my mother but no matter what I did, she never fully appreciated it and always found something bad to point out.

Start of Flashback

I excitedly run into the living room with my test clutched in my head, my dress flowing in the slight breeze coming from the window. A proud smile spread on my face as I reach the living room where mommy resided in sitting on the couch, holding up my paper for her vision to see the teachers red mark saying ‘79/100’ in the corner of the paper. “Look mommy, my teacher said I got the highest grade in my class on the test!” I exclaim proudly, waiting for my applause but was met with silence. Tilting my head to the side to glance at my mommy confused on why she is quiet but she had only a disgusted and an unimpressed look shadowing her face.

She notices my confused expression and finally speaks, turning her head away from me and back at the tv “Honey, that’s not good enough for this family. Study harder next time.” She states without any sympathy in her voice as she goes back to her activity like nothing happened, my eyes slightly start to water. Why am I not good enough for mommy? Why isn’t mommy proud of me and saying nice words like my teacher was? My arms drop down to my sides with the paper still clutched in my small arms.

“What do you mean, mommy?” I ask curiously, my voice becoming slight wobbly as shaky breaths enter an exit past my lips. “My teacher said I did great and even gave me a lollipop!” I add, now my sadness being evident and that’s when mommy looked at me and sees me upset. “Oh baby, you know what I told you about eating too much sweets. And a 76 isn’t high enough for the reputation our family has.” She says in a reassuring voice, seeming as if she wanted the best for me and me being the gullible and innocent child, not realizing she’s manipulating me into doing whatever her heart desired and shaping me into a perfect little toy to play in her game.

“I just want the best for you honey and you know that, I would never do anything to hurt you, ever.” She calmly assured in a soft tone, she walks over to me and wipes my tear-stained cheek with her thumb and looks at me with fake sympathy mixed with fake remorse. “Now go to your room and study for the next test, mommy has to go attend to some things, okay?” I nod my head yes and ran off into my room, the paper flying out of my hand and landing in the floor. My body immediately jumping onto my bed and bury my face into the nearby pillow as I clutch my favorite stuffed animal to my chest…

End of Flashback

I remember crying the rest of the night and thought it was normal and everyone’s mother was pressuring them into being better than every other kid and always perfect to upkeep the family’s ‘perfect’ reputation. Now that I’ve grown up and caught onto my mother’s manipulative acts, letting me have the upper hand in some regards. “You’re pure goddamn evil, I can’t believe you’re trying to scare me with dad out of all people.” I huff, feeling my body become more tense by the second before adding. “Better than one of the guys you cheated on dad with.” After the words leave my mouth, she immediately darts towards me and gets impossibly closer to my face. Glaring at me as if she wanted to strangle the shit out of me.

“I said, don’t you dare bring that into this situation, young lady!” She warns, her voice completely shifting from fake sympathy to rage and evilness. One of her hands raises and she sticks out her finger, getting it in my face as if to try and scare me further but I only laugh in her face. “One more word out of your mouth and I make one call to your father, singing like a bird to him about all of the things you’ve said to your own mother.” She wipes imaginary tears off from under her eyes, pretending to be upset and hurt as if she’s the victim here. “You’re such an ungrateful brat, I’m surprised we haven’t kicked you out the house yet. You always disappoint us and bring total shame to the family.”

An evil laugh rumbles in her throat, I don’t see her as a loving mother I thought I had. No, I see her as the worst and most controlling mother ever known to mankind and I feel ashamed being in the proximity of her and letting her walk all over me like a doormat. She takes a few steps back and finally puts some distance between our bodies, I sharply inhale the tense air surrounding us as the following words fall from her mouth that I was just waiting for her to speak.

“I regret you were even born, more with every passing minute. Me and your father never wanted a girl, but a boy and at one point were debating to put you in an orphanage or give you away, another decision I regret making.”

Before my mother could say another word, I deliver a slap across her face and throw the words out of her mouth. She looks up at me, completely livid and fet up with this little cat fight between us. “That’s it, you’re getting punished hardly this time.” She angrily exclaims and roughly grasps my arm, dragging me into the kitchen by pure mad force. I try to escape her vice grip but it only makes it tighter, the feeling of pain and a bruise coming in spreads across my whole body as I see her walking towards the stove.

I start to get more desperate to escape, almost beginning to scream for her to stop and don’t do what I know she’s about to do. She did it before when I talked back to her ever and looks like today her strings popped too much, we get to the stove and she ticks it on, the flame blooming to life as she forces my arm above it. “Please, mom dont do this…” I weakly plead as the burning sensation starts to hit my skin, spreading across my whole arm. I cry out in pain and pleads for her to stop, quiet curses falling from my lips as she only glances at me sternly. Tears prick my eyes and burn down my cheeks, she continues to hold my arm over the flames and brings it closer.

My body starts squiring around, my pleads getting more and more desperate as more tears fall from my eyes. “Stop! Please, mom I’m begging you stop!” Shaky breaths fill the air and accompany the growing cries and pleads to my mother. “Stop moving around, you brat! Are you going to still be disobedient towards me now?” She asks mockingly as I think she’s going to burn my skin off, someone pushes her off me and I immediately fall to the ground in pure agony. The uncontrollable cries continuing to fall from my mouth, my eyes landing on the severe burn mark left behind on my arm, my eyes start to burn themselves from the amount of tears filling them at once

“What in the actual fuck is happening here?” I hear a familiar voice yell out as I don’t think about who it could be until they kneel down next to me and I realize it’s Chris, I forgot I invited him over today. I can’t believe he’s seeing me in this state right now, he glances at my arm and immediately grasps it gently into his hands. “Jesus Christ, we need to get you some serious help, cmon we gotta go to the hospital.” He calls out and helps me get up and stand on my feet, rushing me out of the house and looking around for something to quickly get me where I severely need to be right now. “You got a private driver here somewhere?” He questions and I nod negatively, there aren’t any available unless you ask for one beforehand.

‘Fuck, umm- okay then let’s just take.. your car!” He exclaims nervously, pointing towards one of the cars in the driveway. Quickly running over to it and rushing me inside of it, getting into the drivers seat and trying to start the car. When he finally gets a hang of the functioning of the car he quickly presses down on the gas and speeds out of the driveway and towards the hospital…

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jojomiwbvb6 · 1 year ago

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The Shower Scene, Part 3

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4

Warnings: this is a work of fiction. smut (18+) MDNI, NSFW. Sexting, Sexual Tendencies, Swearing, Degradation, Brat Taming

Author's Note: bet your ass I'm destroying you all. Links coming soon. Part 4 will be "cumming" soon.

You sat backstage with your head against the wall. Another workday, another city. You were left in the dim light, alone with your thoughts and the screaming of the crowd and the loud thrums of guitar through the heavy speakers.

Only the thoughts of yours and Noah's secret situation would return to your mind.

You haven't been able to hide the straining tension and the absolute cravings for him you have in the dark.

Noah noticed you eyeballing him one day on the bus. You quickly looked away, but the damage had been done. Every time you turned around, Noah took advantage of teasing and taunting you from as far away as possible.

He would give you the hottest glares, then turn away with a completely different expression as soon as he did. He'd smirk at you and bite his lip, turning his head to smolder you.

When no one was looking, he winked at you and curled his fingers in the air. When Jolly looked towards him, he changed his expression and quickly dropped his hands.

You were so sick and crazy over it but you tried to hide it.

A week or two went by, only a few little chances to interact with Noah completely went by with no opportunity to touch or even get a secret word in. You hadn't had a moment alone with him at all.

Ever since that night in the bathroom on the bus, you ached to know just what he'd do if you teased him again. He was teasing you with his glares and gestures. Noah knew exactly how he was making you feel, and you knew it.

The next tour week was coming up, with one day off in Atlanta, Georgia. But that off day was 5 days away-- a wait you weren't sure you could handle, if Noah even decided to spend it with you.

"Hey, (Y/N). You good out here? Why are you by yourself?" Bryan peaked out at you from the stage entry.

"Oh, just enjoying a moment of peace before the chaos." You shrug.

"Alright. Just making sure everything's cool," he softly smiled and returned to the side stage, resuming collecting pictures.

In your bunk that night, you lie awake, staring at the ceiling not so far from your face. You scroll through your phone, noticing a snap from a few people, Noah being one, sent a half hour ago.

Biting your lip with excitement, you wonder what it is. You open the Snapchat.

Noah laying in his bunk, furrowing his eyebrows and squinting at the camera. The picture looks so normal, yet so delicious. Every time he made that face, it flipped a switch in you. You weren't sure if the picture was only for you. Still, your eyes devoured the photo.

You looked away at the ceiling again, closing the snap. An idea pops into your head, filthy and obscene. Should you? You weren't sure, but you knew that it would get the reaction you craved so desperately.

You can't help but smirk and your stomach flips. Convinced of your plan, you get up quietly from your bunk, pads of your feet hitting the cold bus floor.

You walk out of the bunk area and to the same bathroom Noah had you panting and soaked to the bone several nights previously. As the door shuts behind you, you rest against the door and breathe deeply, anxious at what you're about to do.

You look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair. You bite your lip, testing how you look.

Deciding you are ready, you slip out of your top and the bralette you wore. You caressed your breasts and teased your nipples until they were taut and pointed. Pulling up your phone's camera, you snapped a few different pictures.

Excitement pulsed through you, ready to throw Noah through a struggle until the end of the week.

Pulling down your pajama pants, you angle the camera at just the right angle to make your ass look fat and juicy, just to make Noah want to take a bite of you.

At every thought of what Noah was going to get to see, your panties are wet and you're aching. Just because of this, you turn around and angle the camera at your covered pussy, throwing your hand on your thigh. Snap, picture.

Taking your underwear off, you take a shot from the back and from the front. And another of your whole naked body.

You get dressed again, and return to your bunk quietly.

Looking through the pictures, excitement rolls through you. You sort through them, deleting ones you don't like and picking from the ones you do.

As you're looking, you decide on the least hot one, of your tits. A slow burn, you decide.

You move to the chat box on Snapchat with Noah. You didn't think he'd be awake. Opening your gallery and clicking on that one photo, your stomach flips and you press send.

Your eyes close and you pass out, bus rocking you to sleep with the bumps in the road.

You wake up to voices and movement. Your curtain is ripped open and you squint hard.

"Wake up, (Y/L/N)! We are late to the venue. Get dressed and ready to load-in asap." Jolly says to you.

"Aye-aye, Captain Karlsson." You mumble, stumbling out of bed and to the bathroom.

You check your phone momentarily while you get yourself awake. Notifications popping up on the screen. One notification stands out to you: Noah Sebastian, with the yellow ghost on the side.

Your heart does a flip along with your stomach and you grip the sink and hold your breath. You race to unlock it and open the snap. It's a chat. If it's possible to get more nervous, you do.

Your finger hovers over the button, scared to see what it says. You slowly swipe to open the chat. You see that he's saved the photo.

There's one sentence below that:

You're playing a dangerous game, princess.

You gasp, locking your phone. Your teeth sink into your lip.

A sharp rap comes to the bathroom door. "Get outta there, some of us gotta piss!"

"S-sorry!" You stutter and fling open the door to a grumpy Matt.

Exiting the bathroom, you spot Noah getting off the bus. Of course you missed him again.

Once again, the day repeats itself with high tension and hard work. The brutal day exhausts you, rushing to make everything work and on time.

Noah is nowhere to be found around you today, socializing with everyone else.

In-between sets, you're setting up the stage with your fellow crew. In the few moments before Bad Omens approaches the stage and your feet have left it, you're opening your phone back up and Noah's chat. You open the gallery, smirking to yourself, and you select your next choice: your pretty panties on display with your ass all up in the camera. Holding your breath again, you click send.

It takes several minutes. The stage music begins to play, and you know that they're about to go on. The blue arrow turns white and you know he's seeing it. You see "typing..." Pop up next to his name and you hold your breath.

Swiping, you see his bitmoji peeking from the bottom. His message pops up and a few seconds later you hear the crowd screeching. He saved this photo too.

You're gonna fucking regret this, you dirty little girl.

You suppress a moan. You fucking hope so.

You run around backstage as needed. One requiring that you assess a problem with a cable processing a cab that wasn't functioning properly. On stage, Noah's eyes catch yours.

He holds the eye contact, breaking your focus from your work momentarily. He looks so wild and tortured when he looks at you. He wants to tear you to pieces and you can feel it in your gut.

When you go backstage, you send the next picture unmercilessly, excited to enrage him further. You fantasize about how hard you're gonna get him.

You finish the night on the bus couch. You look at your Snapchat, Noah not opening your snap yet. You huff anxiously.

Noah enters the bus with Ruffilo, laughing about something. His eyes land dangerously on you. You have a feeling he has plans for you. Sitting down on the opposite couch, he glares at you hotly and opens his phone. Your core aches.

You see the light flash in his face. You watch your phone for the confirmation of your message being opened, stomach flipping. You see the blue arrow fade to white again. Looking up, you make eye contact with a Noah who is clearly hiding his expression. Danger glints in his eyes. He goes to his phone, typing furiously, brows furrowed.

You dirty fucking girl. You think you're gonna get away with this? Right in front of my friends? I'm gonna make you regret every fucking second when I get my hands on you.

You look up at his hungry eyes. He has a hint of anger on his face that makes you so wet. You bite your lip at him and bat your eyes. You smirk. You see his fist clench. He's about to stand, when Folio requests his help.

Noah sighs quietly. "Sure," he says.

A new message from Noah.

This isn't over.

You text back. Oh, Noah, you have no idea.

Over the next few days, you keep the pictures flowing into his inbox. He kept threatening your demise, even sending a hot picture of his chest and a little smirk playing on his mouth with a hot pressure in his sweats.

You saved it, just for your eyes.

"God, Noah," you mumbled to yourself.

Finding the last picture, of your complete open pussy and breasts sitting perfectly perky on your chest, you send it straight to Noah.

From your bunk, you can hear Noah groan and turn it into a yawn. A message pops up on your phone.

This is the last fucking straw. What a fucking slut you are. All for me. I'm gonna ravage your little cunt and leave you bruised and used just like you're begging me to.

You almost moan out loud, gasping and soaking yourself.

I double dare you to try.

You taunt him, trying to get his animalistic nature to come out.

You're about to get on my bad side, naughty girl.

Give it all to me, baby. You say back.

Careful what you fucking wish for.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens cult #noah sebastian smut #jolly karlsson #matt dierkes #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo #slow burn #gimme that dick #The Shower Scene Noah

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twicetolivetwicetodie · 27 days ago

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Actively ruining his own life cause he can't see beyond his own pain and he's letting it affect every aspect of his life. That's Matt Murdock alright.

#matt's like i can't be daredevil anymore so time to ruin my life as a lawyer instead!#he's burning all his bridges and making everyone hate him in his working life too #matt go to therapy #daredevil #daredevil born again spoilers #matt murdock #daredevil born again

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izxz-is-deranged · 14 days ago

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Baptism by Fire | Matt Murdock x BAU!Reader

Summary: You love your position at the BAU, but your life is uprooted when Hotch sends you on a temporary assignment to the FBI field office in New York. Apparently, someone had the bright idea to make a deal with a crime boss named Wilson Fisk, and now it's your job to build a profile to determine if the information he gives can be trusted. As you realize quickly things aren't as they seem, you must find a way to protect yourself- If protecting yourself has something to do with a masked vigilante... That's no fault of yours.

multiple crossovers | slow burn | pining

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A/N: Starts about ep3 of S3 of Daredevil! Reader uses a fake name, and can be seen as an original character if desired. Future storylines may involve Reader's past coming back to haunt her (Supernatural) and the trials and tribulations of her day job (Criminal Minds)

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1: Out of the Frying Pan…

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#daredevil #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #bau!reader #slow burn #this is a triple cross over and I have no regrets #matt murdock x you #Matt Murdock x BAU!reader #criminal minds #supernatural #yes that tag belongs here

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twilight-deviant · 3 months ago

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livelovecaliforniadreams · 3 months ago

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#so close #slow burns at their finest am i right?#awkward cutie #love #st denis medical #serena x matt #matt x serena #kahyun kim #mekki leeper #1x8

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angels-in-overcoats · 22 days ago

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We are lost when we're together But I'll follow you forever

#I cannot stop thinking about these two #daredevil #mcu #marvel #edit #defenders #matt murdock #elektra natchios #matt x elektra #mattelektra #charlie cox #elodie yung #burn with you #lea michele #lyrics #mcuedit #ddedit #daredeviledit

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daredevils-stuffed · 2 months ago

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A Girl Can Dream

Authors Note: Guess I’m back… totally not because I’ve been rewatching daredevil like it’s a comfort show.

Characters: Matt Murdock x Reader

Overview: You meet Matt in a club, and discover when it’s too late that he’s your brother’s best friend. Foggy would not approve. But can Matt resist temptation.

Warnings: no warnings as of now. Maybe a few in the future.

Also available to read on ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63147244/chapters/161719609

Part 1

College was the chance for you to try new things, experience all that life had to offer. Going out to clubs was relatively new to you, but you accepted every invite that was offered because being at Columbia meant more than just studying. So, it’s Friday night, and you want to let your hair down after a long and stressful week. You and your friends have been chasing to find the right vibes from bar to bar. The place you’re currently in has loud upbeat music, the type you can’t resist dancing too.

You stand off on the sidelines of the dance floor cradling your drink, taking a breather. Your friends love being the centre of attention and are dance battling each other. You laugh aloud as they spin themselves around to create more room.

“They seem to be having fun, why aren’t you out there with them.” You peer up to see a handsome man with thick, choppy hair, and tinted glasses perched on his nose. It takes you a minute to realise he is talking to you, sipping at your drink you glance back at them.

“I’m not really one to draw attention to myself. Plus, I haven’t got anyone to dance with”. You chuckle, and he snorts. The alcohol is making you tingly and brave, so you take a good look at the man next to you. His clothes aren’t too fancy, just casual jeans and a shirt that fitted perfectly around sculpted arms. He’s leaning his elbow on a white stick and that’s when it clicks. He’s blind.

“I couldn’t agree more. But I would like to dance at least once tonight with someone.” He fiddles with the bottle in his hand, not really looking in your direction.

You can tell he is either nervous or uncomfortable, his cheeks are flushed red under the strobe lights. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you lean into his ear. Lips lightly brushing it as you speak. “Well, I definitely would like your company”. You had already been to three bars previously, so your tipsy state gives you the confidence to gently grab his hand and guide him towards the centre of the dance floor.

Standing there taking in his features you realise that he is quite good looking. A soft smile encapsulates his face as you take his hand and place it on your waist, slowly swaying in time with the music. Your arms finding a way around his neck, your bodies in sync. You’re pulled closer to him, close enough to smell his heavenly cologne.

His hands start to travel around your body, down towards your ass. He plays with the hem of your dress, and you let him, knowing he can’t tell what you’re wearing. You knew it was kinda short when you put it on, but now you’re glad you did as his fingertips slowly trail over your thigh causing goosebumps to rise and shivers to go through you. You’re sure that your breathing has deepened and your eyes close as you try to focus on the feeling, hands playing with the hair at his nape.

You’ve moved closer again now. At some point your spun around so your back is against him. Too lost in the music and the feeling of him against you to care what was going on around you. You can feel him hard against your ass, and you grind down a little to get a better feel. You are just as turned on, letting out a little hum of approval. His hands spread over your stomach, enclosing you into him. His lips finding that perfect place on your neck and all air is sucked out of you. This is perfect, this moment feels cosmic, something that could go on forever.

But it doesn’t.

Your friends interrupt you to say that they were leaving for the next bar. You look up at your dance partner as he drops his hands from your hips, taking a step back. “No wait.” You hurriedly shout, grabbing his wrist. You spin around to look back at your friends. “Sorry guys, I think I’m going to stay here. I’m enjoying myself.” A little smirk on your face tells your friends all that they need to know. They grin back at you and eye up the man behind you. His jaw ticks with amusement but he says nothing. You hug them goodbye and promise to text when you’re home safe, but you know that you can’t promise that would be tonight.

You grin up at your company for the evening. “Shall we go get another drink before we carry on.” You grab his hand and lead the way to the bar and order yourself and him a drink. He stays close to you, playing once again with the hem of your dress, drawing shapes into your inner thigh. You lean into him after taking a sip of your new drink. “We should go back to yours after this,” you whisper, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Mmm. We definitely should. I have some ideas as to what we can get up to sweetheart.” His hand goes further in between your thighs, you clamp his hand before he can get any deeper and see how wet you are. Your eyes look up in shock and he just chuckles. “I just need to wait for my friend to arrive so I can tell him I’m leaving with you. I might also want him to see you, just so he knows you are real”. You shake your head and lean your forehead against his shoulder.

“Sweetheart? Hmm okay.” He nudges your hair with his nose, taking in your coconut scent shampoo. His teeth nip at your neck, encouraging your breaths to come out as sighs. “I should probably know your name if I’m going to be coming home with you”

“I’m Matt.” He says and you look up at him in shock. Pushing away from him, his fingers dig into your hips, eyebrows knitted together out of confusion

“Oh my god, you’re that Matt” you breathe just as you hear Foggy’s voice.

“Hey! I see you two have met. Saves me introducing you both.” You groan internally turning to face him. In a college campus this large, the one hot boy that is attracted to you happens to be your brother’s best friend. Matts hands instantly drop from you, any remnants of his touch completely vanishing.

“Foggy.” You and Matt say, his with a little more surprise and a lot less anger than yours. he leans in to kiss you on the cheek and taps Matt on the back before ordering himself a beer. He starts talking about his day, and how he wasn’t even sure if he was going to make it tonight. You note that Matts lips turn down, and you think of your lost future where you could be experiencing Matts body in all its glory, feeling his touch in all the right places.

“Just so we are clear Matt, no you cannot touch my sister’s face okay. She is off limits.” Matt clears his throat and sits up straighter. You could almost stroke the awkwardness between you now, the sexual tension still ripe and all that more unbearable.

“He’s being doing a little more than that” you murmur as you turn to grab your drink, hating yourself for ditching your friends for Foggy’s best friend. Why did it you use your logic, why didn’t you see that the blind man in your college campus bar might be the same person who also lives in your brother’s dormitory.

Matt coughs and pinches your side. Your eyes land on his face in shock, but his is neutral. There is no way he heard you say that. “Come on man, you know I wouldn’t do that to your sister. We were just talking about what me and you are getting up to tonight.”

“You are more than welcome to join us sis!” Foggy says. Disappointment etches your features, as well as Matts. You feel as if a massive bucket of icy water has just been tipped all over you. Yet the burning heat between your legs is still there.

“You know what, I think I will.” You did not really have much of a choice. Realising if you leave them now, your night will have to end there.

“Great, that way I can keep an eye on you.” Foggy nudges you to get between you and Matt. It was then you realised that nothing could ever happen between you and Matt. Even if you wanted his hands and lips all over you, there was no way Matt would break Foggy’s trust.

“Yeah” Matt agreed. “We don’t want you going off with any strange men, you don’t know who could be out there.” You glare at him and polish off your drink. It’s going to be a long night for you.

“Shots?” Because that is the only thing that is going to get you through this, and you really don’t want this night to be memorable.

The night goes on. You’ve really passed the point of tipsy. You’ve had no further interaction with Matt, but you’ve also had no other interaction with men in general. They seem to stay away from you when there are two men leering behind you as you dance.

“Hey Matt! Did I ever tell you about the time I found my sister in a pile of oranges” Foggy shouts over the music. You’ve been dancing for the best part of an hour, your back turned so you don’t have to keep up with any of the conversations. You’ve heard Foggy tell this story over and over. You lived it, you were there. Sticky and uncomfortable and 5 years old. Matt glances over at you and chuckles as Foggy continues the story. You cringe slightly, cheeks flushing as you try to drown of the embarrassment. “And that’s how she got the nickname Clementine”

“Clementine? Really?” Matt smirks. Foggy, completely forgetting he was in the middle of a conversation, becomes distracted trying to hit on the girl next to him. Matt, using your shoulder to steady himself, takes this opportunity to press his lips to your ear. “I think I prefer sweetheart myself.” You roll your eyes, elbowing Matt in the stomach. “I think you like it when I call you sweetheart.”

If your heart rate was anything to go by or the fact that your stomach is doing summersaults, then yes maybe you did like Matts pet name for you. Matt’s fingers brush along your next, down towards your collarbone and sweeps back up again. Your breaths coming out in signs until it hitches. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and slowly moves away.

“I think it is time for us to go home now.” You check the time on your phone, quarter to two in the morning. Definitely time for you to go home, nothing good can happen from here. You turn to Foggy to see if he agrees but he is tongue deep in a girl you’ve never seen before. He motions you away with his hand, not once breaking concentration.

“I’ll walk you home” Matt says quietly. Gathering his stick and setting down his beer.

“Oh no it’s okay. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

“I have no doubt about that. But just for my peace of mind, what kind of friend would I be if I let Foggy’s sister walk home on her own” his voice almost comes across teasing.

You huff, unable to find a reason not to let him join you. “Fine. Let’s go.”

You’ve run ahead of Matt, squealing at the frigid air hitting you. You watch as your breath floats away from you, you love how quiet everything is. He chuckles and calls out for you to be careful before jogging up to meet you. You take Matt’s arm, walking the long quiet path back to your dormitory with slow unstable steps. The night air has hit you and made the alcohol take an effect. “I say what a splendid evening” a fancy British accent causes Matt to study you. Giggling to yourself with amusement, Matt seems to lose concentration and almost trips over his feet causing you to laugh harder.

Keeping up with the accent Matt calls out “Oh Clementine darling you are going to wrong way” pulling you back with an outstretched arm when you go to round the wrong corner. He spins you around and pulls you in close. You share a hearty laugh, which warms your insides.

“Oh, silly me! I need a strong man to carry me home” you shrill just as you jump on Matts back. With a humph Matt adjusts you on his back, stick still in hand, he continues the walk back home. You have no concept of time at this point and the world around you starts to spin, mostly because of how amazing Matt smells. You breathe in deep trying to inhale as much of it as you can, all while committing it to memory.

“Thank you, good sir. I much appreciate your efforts in getting me home. I shall bid you a good night” you’re not really sure why you’ve kept up the accent, and it falls off towards the end. You just stand there staring up at Matt, his grip on your waist firm. You push his hair off his forehead and slowly graze your fingers along his cheekbone.

“Let me see your eyes,” you whisper, you were curious what colour they were, and it bugged you not knowing what they looked like. You knew about Matts accident through Foggy, but you didn’t know much more about Matt than that. “Mmmh, you’re so pretty. Do you know that?”

He doesn’t say anything for a minute, he stills under your touch, contemplating your words as his eyes sightlessly roam your face. “I don’t think you’re meant to call boys pretty but thank you”. Matt slowly reaches for your hand as if trying not to startle you. Bringing it to his mouth, he gently places a kiss on the inside of your wrist. Your entire body envelopes in flames, maybe the night will end well after all.

He goes to take a step back, creating space between you as if his actions were an unspoken goodbye. But you’re not ready yet, and pull him in close by his shoulders, lips almost in reach. His head pulls back quickly, not expecting your moves. A gentle smile is followed by the words “we shouldn’t.”

Before you know what is happening Matt is stalking off down the path head low.

You groan up to the sky, not quite sure where you stand with Matt. But one thing you’re certain about - Matt is a tease and will likely never touch you again

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