#yes because matt is a simp

[founderscouncil]

Matt's at a loss. What does a broke, working-class kid get a centuries old vampire for her birthday? Every idea he comes up with sound worse than the last, and he's not entirely sure whether any of his friends would be willing to help.

Alcohol is a start, and he sprung for a decent bottle of scotch but it also feels impersonal in a way. He's got no way of defining whatever the hell is happening with him and @malka-lisitsa, but she's at least someone he cares about in his own way, and he likes to think it's the same on her end. Or maybe he's just walking blindly into a trap. Wouldn't be the first time for that either.

But he pulls up in front of the Grill, dressed in a clean pair of jeans and a flannel without any holes in it. They're only meeting here for convenience's sake, and he feels a little like he's driving up to the Gilberts' for the first time to take Elena out on a date.

But Katherine is decidedly not his ex-girlfriend, and Matt finds himself a little grateful that they're such opposite personalities despite looking identical. His truck idles at the curb as he hops out of the cab, all nervous energy that both feels misplaced and not, given the current situation. "I was thinking I could take you out for your birthday? Like, out of Mystic Falls somewhere. If you didn't already have plans?"

[wordsarelife]

—the game

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: after one night with you, mattheo can't help but want more. sadly, you aren't the type for relationships: “that you no longer are, what you used to be, ever since you bared your skin for me”

warnings: suggestive, mentions of sex, angst

notes: get ready for angsty and soft mattheo riddle who is an absolute simp for you lmao, very angsty but with a happy ending :)

inspired by ‘the game’ by annett louisan

that you no longer are what you used to be ever since you bared your skin for me

"are you alright?" you were laying on the side, observing mattheo's face. he wasn't looking at you, keeping his eyes on the ceiling.

"y-yes" he breathed lowly and for the first time in ever, he didn't seem as cocky and arrogant.

"cool" you shrugged. you were just trying to be nice, he wasn't your boyfriend or anything, so his mood wasn't really your problem. you threw back the cover and got out of the bed, tapping across the room to collect your clothes.

"where are you going?" he asked, sitting up. his eyes followed your every move.

"to my room?" you wondered, why he was asking.

"oh" he leaned against the bedframe, taking out a pack of cigarettes. "do you want one?"

"what?" you laughed in disbelief "do i look like a hooker to you?"

"no" he shook his head. you watched him for a few more seconds, before you stepped into your skirt and put your sweater on. "bye, mattheo" you smiled mischievously, before you left the room.

that you′ve lost your head in a single night and you're seeing things in another light

he didn't know yet, but that very night, you left a loneliness in him that he had never felt before. it seemed like ever since he got undressed for you, he wasn't how he used to be.

when you would see him around hogwarts he was often staring at you, thinking.

"you're staring again" theo elbowed mattheo. the classroom was quite big and you were sitting across from him, whispering with your friend.

"huh?" mattheo looked up at theo.

"she might notice" theo reminded "you're not invisible, matt"

"sure" mattheo shrugged his shoulder.

theo was the only one of his friends who had noticed the change in mattheo's character. he was acting unusal, especially because he hadn't hooked up with anyone in the last few weeks. he didn't have the courage to ask him about it yet, but he knew it had something to do with him always staring at you.

mattheo had been interested in sleeping with you for a long time. he had thought just getting it over with would stop his bubbling obsession, but it seemed to have made it worse. he wasn't used to desire someone like that, especially not after he had slept with them.

there was nothing new for him to see and still he wanted to do it again. for him it was like every single girl had suddenly disappeared. there was only you. sitting across from him. in a different light. and that scared him deeply.

during dinner theo had finally stopped making comments. mattheo was thankful for that, but he still tried to stray away from watching you, even if his eyes seemed to automatically find you.

"hey" blaise sat down on the bench in front of mattheo, successfully blocking his sight on you.

"hi" mattheo and theo chorused, before they continued eating. well, theo did, mattheo was just pushing food around on his plate.

"okay" blaise said "what's wrong with you both?"

mattheo send theo a look, who sighed "nothing"

"i should've stayed with pansy and draco" blaise muttered, nodding his head at the two sitting a few spots down. "even if they're hardcore flirting, at least that was some what interesting"

"wohoo!" enzo sat down next to blaise "the party can start!" he announced dramatically. mattheo rolled his eyes at the boy. blaise was annoying on his own, but the combination with enzo was nothing mattheo could take today.

it had been a month without sex and mattheo was feeling the effect.

"are we in a bad mood today?" enzo teased.

"fuck off" mattheo shoved his plate away and crossed his arms, bending his head down.

"hey" a soft voice made the boys look up. you were standing next to mattheo, who quickly scrumbled to his feet.

"hi" he said "how are you?"

"i'm fine" you smiled, sending an irritated look to enzo, whose eyes grew big as he recognized you. "is your friend alright?" you asked mattheo.

mattheo turned around and knew immediately who you were talking about. enzo was flailing his hands dramatically, hitting blaise on the shoulder over and over again, as if that would be enough to transfer his thoughts. "ignore him" mattheo tried his best to smile at you effortlessly, but was nervous about the reason you were talking to him in the first place.

"okay" you stretched, focusing on the boy in front of you again. "you forgot your notebook" you held it in his direction and he tried to hide his disappointment.

"oh" he nodded "thank you" you send him a last smile, before you turned around and walked back to your table

"that was horrible" theo muttered in mattheos direction, when he sat down again. before he could answer anything, enzo broke into a giggle.

"what's going on with you, you moron?" blaise looked at enzo in disgust and slid a bit to the side, rubbing his arm, that was probaly blue now after enzo had hit it multiple times.

"that's the girl!" enzo blabbled "from the party! the one you took back to the dorm!" he pointed his finger at mattheo. it seemed like enzo enjoyed knowing something secretive for the first time. normally he would be the last to hear about his friends flings.

"and?" mattheo shrugged, acting nonchalantly.

"yeah" blaise shrugged "she isn't the first and probably won't be the last, am i right?"

mattheo nodded relucantly and theo wiped his face with one hand, trying to hide his expression.

"hey mattheo" annie, a slytherin mattheo was sitting next to in potions, slid in on the bench next to him. he had been pursuing her for a few weeks, before he had slept with you.

"hi" mattheo replied absentmindedly.

blaise and enzo exchanged a confused look. theo shrugged. and mattheo? he seemed to be utterly uninterested in talking to annie any further. he turned his head away from the girl and she opened her mouth, but before anything could come out of it, blaise entered the non existent conversation.

"i'm good at sex too, sweetheart" he send her a smug smile, followed by a wink, while wiggling his eyebrows.

theo tried to hide his face, ashamed at what his friend was babbling and annie wrinkled her nose, looking at blaise disgusted.

"what?" she asked and then turned to mattheo "aren't you going to say anything?"

mattheo shrugged and took a sip from his water. annie shook her head outraged and got up. "arrogant asshole" she threw her head back and walked off.

that because of me you would leave a love and now I'm all you're dreaming of

"what was that?" enzo asked and even he seemed to be irritated now.

"what do you mean?" mattheo acted like he didn't have a clue what his friend was talking about.

"annie" blaise exclaimed, pointing in the direction the girl had just left. "you wanted to tap that ever since the school year started"

"you just ruined your progress" enzo added.

"i don't care" mattheo got up. his eyes caught yours across the hall. you smiled at him, before you continued your conversation with a boy, mattheo had never seen before, who was obviously flirting with you "i don't want her anymore"

blaise and enzo turned around. blaise clasped a hand over his mouth as soon as he realized what was going on.

"the girl from the party?" enzo asked confused, he was a bit slower.

"y/n" mattheo corrected, burying his hands in the pockets of his trousers

"what about her" blaise elbowed enzo. hard. "ow! blaise!"

"just look at him" theo muttered and mattheo didn't even hear his friends talking anymore. he was too focused on you and that boy, focused how you touched his arm and threw your head back from laughter. a month ago it had been mattheo talking with you like that. now you were the only thing that mattered to him and it seemed he couldn't be more irrelevant to you.

"shit" enzo mumbled as he realized. mattheo took that as his cue to leave and do something about his pathetic situation.

"can we talk?" he asked and you looked up at him confused.

"we're sort of in the middle of something" the unknown boy said. mattheo ignored him, sending you a pleading look.

"sure" you agreed, excusing yourself and following mattheo out of the hall and into an abondened classroom.

"so, what did you want to talk about?" you crossed your arms, leaning you back against one of the tables.

"you're driving me crazy, y/n" he quickly said and you raised your eyebrows. "i can't get you off my mind, ever since that night"

"oh" you simply said "i didn't want to mislead you, mattheo"

that dismal to be when every now and then someone else i′ll see again, it wasn't planned that you now feel like one of many

he sighed, his hand running through his curls. he stepped closer and the worried look on your face was making him go feral, the way you looked up to him through thick lashes, your hair, your smell, everything about you. his hand cupped your cheek softly, his thumb brushing along your lip.

"mattheo" you muttered. you didn't know that he was thinking more of that night "i thought we both agreed that this was just a simple hook up"

"it's not simple anymore" mattheo whispered and his breath fanned over your skin, making you perk up and inch closer. but you had to control yourself. it would be different for you than for him, you didn't want to take advantage of his feelings. "i want you to myself, all of you" he said and confirmed your worries.

"mattheo" you pleaded again. you touched his cheek. and his skin felt like it was burning under your touch. "i don't want to be someone's girlfriend" you muttered and you could see the hurt in his eyes.

"i can't bear to see you with him" he admitted "not with anyone"

"i didn't want you to feel like one of many" you said softly. he let go of your cheek and you took his face in both of your hands. "we can do it again" you looked into his eyes "but it's not like that for me"

"i don't care" mattheo crashed his lips to yours. he lifted you up on the table behind you, deepening the kiss and opening your ponytail with a quick gesture. he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours. you stroke his cheek and he smiled, tears shimmering in his eyes. "be mine. just for now"

"okay" you said and you felt worse at the smile that appeared on his face.

he nodded. "okay"

that you fall in love, because we do it. that it affects you so much i did not know that

mattheo climbed on top of you, pushing you down on the table and both of you knew that this was a volatile arrangement. you would keep your promise, but he knew you weren't his. he ignored that as he opened your bra and littered your collarbone with kisses.

you looked up to the ceiling and felt the guilt bubble inside of you. this felt wrong. and you were scared that mattheo was confusing lust with love. after all you weren't the type for relationships and you had thought he wasn't either.

you both parted ways after that night in the classroom. you kept out of his way out of guilt. and he kept away from you in the hope that whatever he was feeling was finally going to disappear.

halloween came and went and mattheo felt himself indulge in meaningless hookups, just like before he had been with you, but it wasn't the same. it felt wrong, like a duty he couldn't fulfill.

you weren't able to forget the feeling of the touch of his skin. the way it burned under your hand. they way nobody elses skin had ever burned under your touch. not like that atleast.

it took less than a week for a note to find you and for you to return to the abandoned classroom during nightfall. it made your heart burn to see him like that. desperate for your warmth. that night he took you out of the castle and while you were laying on the grass and watching his features shine under the stars, you had almost wanted to cry.

the sight of him saddened you and made you wish to give him all he was longing for. but you couldn't and mattheo knew that, but that night you were his for a short time once again.

you decided that this was going to be the last time. you would break it off the next time he would send a note. seeing the hurt in his eyes broke you more and more. especially when he tried to advert his eyes from you around the castle. as if he was constantly telling himself off for liking you the way he did.

leave it be, i can't deal, i have too much respect for how you feel

he was waiting for you when you arrived the next night. the glint of hope, any time you came to your secret meetings made everything so much worse.

"we have to stop doing this" you got right to the point.

mattheo's face fell. "what?"

"this isn't doing you any good" you admitted "i can't bear to hurt you"

"okay" he said "then don't go"

"it will hurt so much more if i don't go now"

he shook his head "you don't know that"

"i do" you assured unwillingly "it's not the same for me, matty"

"you don't feel anything?" he muttered, gently touching your face "does this do nothing to you at all?"

"not in the way you would want" you looked to the ground, trying to avoid his eyes. "i don't do commitment"

mattheo stepped back from you and nodded bitterly. "yeah" he shrugged. "why would you?"

you saw the tears glistening in his eyes. "i have too much respect for you and the way you feel than to play with you like that"

"don't say that" he shook his head and adverted his eyes.

"i'm sorry, matty, i truly am" you tried to grab his hand, but he moved backwards "but what did you expect? i told you the truth from the beginning"

"i know" he pushed his hair back, looking from the ground to your eyes "i thought, maybe, if this was going on for longer, you would eventually like me like that"

this was it. this was the moment your heart broke. he was looking at you and a single tear slipped down his cheek. in that moment you truly regretted ever coming close to him.

"you don't want that" you promised "you don't want to know me in a way that's more than for a night"

"i do" he argued "of course i want that"

"i will just let you down, matty"

"don't be ridiculous" he grabbed your shoulders

"loving me is not easy" you said loudly, trying to escape his hold.

"i know" he admitted "it's fucking hell"

you looked up at him in surprise. "you don't know what you're saying" you turned your body away from him with a sudden movement. "you don't love me. you can't love me"

"you'd be surprised at how much" he said softly. you turned around and looked at his face. you had known that he wanted more from you than you were able to give him.. but love? you had initially thought that whatever it was that made him dream of you, would be forgotten in less than a week. at least that was what had happened with any guy that claimed to like you before.

"i love you" he said, more clearly. "so much"

you couldn't allow yourself to hope. you couldn't take his words seriously. you shook your head and his smile died once again. whatever part of him had hoped to convince you was crashed and burning by now. "it will go away"

he watched in dispair as you silently left the room, without looking at him. he sank down on the table behind him, burying his face in his hands. what he didn't know was that you were doing the exact same right outside the classroom.

the next morning during breakfast you felt burned out by how much you had cried that night. your eyes felt puffy and your voice was hoarse. you ignored the conversations your friends were having around you, even if you got talked to. instead your eyes were fixated on the empty spot next to theo nott.

theo, who had noticed your look, send you a sympathic smile and shrugged his shoulders, making it obvious that he knew as much as you about mattheo's absence.

you got up from your seat aprublty, leaving the hall quickly and ignoring your friends questions. you took the fastest way to the astronomy tower you knew. you couldn't sit at the table and act like everything was normal. you wanted to be alone.

you let you legs dangle, the pole inbetween them securing your seating.

"seems like we both had the same idea" a sudden voice pulled you from your thoughts. you looked up. mattheo was standing at the stairs. you got up from your place.

"i'll leave" you assured him. after yesterday, you felt like it was your duty to give him space. he wasn't the problem, you were. and you didn't want to cause him any more harm.

"you don't have to" mattheo shrugged and you noticed that he was lying. he would rather have you leave again then look at you while knowing you would never reciprocate the way he did it.

"it's fine" you smiled, but it wasn't genuine. you walked past him, but unintentionally stumbled and almost fell down the stairs. he reacted quickly and caught your arm.

he let go of you after he had stabilized your footing.

"thank you" you mumbled

he ignored it. "maybe you should go to madam pomfrey, your arm is burning hot"

you perked up at that. "what?" you whispered.

"your arm is burning hot" he repeated, assuming you just hadn't heard him.

you looked at him in disbelief, remembering how his skin used to feel under your touch, and how the reason behind it all had been simple and plain love.

but you had to know for sure. you pulled your blouse from your skirt, quickly unbuttoning the last buttons. you pulled it up, so that your skin was bare. "can you touch me there?" you asked and mattheo's eyes widened.

"what the fuck?" he wondered.

"can you just do it, please?" you asked again and he sighed, but softly touched you. "is it hot?"

"your skin or this situation?"

"the skin" your face reddened.

mattheo nodded and frowned. "alarmingly, actually"

"open your shirt" you directed and to your surprise, he did like you had asked without the slightest hesitation.

you pressed you hand against his chest quickly. his skin was burning underneath it. you smiled.

"touch my face" mattheo cupped your cheeks. he nodded silently, confirming that your face was as hot as the rest of your body.

your smile grew even bigger and mattheo smiled back hesitantely, still confused at what was going on. "can i hug you?" you asked.

mattheo nodded and opened his arms for you to step in. for the first time you were doing something that didn't involve sexual lust. you breathed in his smell of nicotine and perfume and you wondered how something so simple could be so special. you stepped back and you knew that you were now seeing things in a different light, everything, even him.

"i'm probably not good at it" you admitted "but i think i'm in love with you"

mattheo smiled at you and laughed. "you were teribble at it, yeah" he grinned "so there is much room for improvement"

you giggled, but quickly grew serious again "i'm not good at being committed"

"me either" he said and stepped closer, taking your face in his hands once again. "but we will manage, we can learn together" he promised and kissed you softly. both of your lips were burning up.

"that sounds like a plan" you smiled, touching his cheeks with your fingers "but it will be hard to love me" you looked down.

"i don't care" mattheo crashed his lips to yours. he drew you close to his body, deepening the kiss and squeezing your waist in a way that made you squeek in surprise. he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours. you stroke his cheek and he smiled, happy tears shimmering in his eyes. "be mine. for longer than now"

"okay" you nodded and you felt butterflies errupting at the smile that appeared on his face.

he nodded and you mirrored his smile. "okay"

[hysteria-things]

hello again !! i know you just posted my last request but i have another idea !

• SMUTTY PLSZ

• matt/chris x teacher!reader

So basically, chris/matt are in senior year or any year in college and he has a teacher(reader) who's quite young and closer to their age but is still older and knowing men, she's already very popular in their school y'know y'know?

ALSO if you're gonna make the other students be a big part of the story too or add more plot, pls don't make the girls of the school hate her. it just feels unrealistic since in our school, it's mostly the girls that simp for the hot female teacher lmao

This idea was based on their video "truth or eat" i think(i forget everything) where he was asked if he's ever had a crush on a teacher and he answered yes w no hesitation and also the song "Teacher's Pet" by Melanie Martinez but switched genders.

i just think the male being the teacher and the female being the student felt overused/overdone(?)

Only if you're comfortable w this idea tho !!

TEACHER'S PET (part one)

read part two here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x teacher!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt asks for extra help after class (even though he knows exactly what he’s doing)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY, swearing, making out, oral (male receiving), throat fucking, p in v, unprotected sex (nuh uh!), degradation, cheating (cheat on tests, not people), hair pulling, spanking, breeding, ROUGH

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,236

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: shoutout any of you in college i dropped out after a month i give you guys so much credit that shit’s hard😔

for @skadltmf :)

matt and his college friends sit at the round table in the food court. they’re at the home stretch of senior year with the spring semester starting tomorrow.

“i got that hot professor for one of my morning classes.” one of his friends brags. “she’s so fine.”

“who?” matt asks, and the two sitting with him stare at him like he should know this.

“professor l/n.” the other one starts. “literally everybody is obsessed with her. she’s only twenty-five; three years older than us.”

“there’s no way she doesn’t let students fuck her to get a good grade.” they both laugh, but matt stays quiet. his friends are in their conversation about you while matt thinks to himself.

he has you for a class too but at 6 PM.

you stand at the front of the class, teaching like a normal teacher should. half of the class never pays attention, anyway, but you still have to do your job.

they may not know, but you listen. you listen to what they say about you, and to be honest it boosts your ego.

one student in particular actually pays attention and takes notes, like what he’s doing right now. you couldn’t help but stare at him from time to time, and he’ll already be staring at you when you do.

you’re grading papers on your desk as your students work independently for the last fifteen minutes of class. you feel a presence, and you look up to see him there, fiddling with his worksheet.

you smile at him. “hello, matt. do you need help with something?”

“kind of. will i be able to stay after class?”

your phone lights up, and he glances at the lock screen. it’s a photo of you, your husband, and your son. “of course you can.”

he nods, going back to his seat.

the last fifteen minutes went by in a breeze, and all of the students left. except for one, of course.

you stand up and go over to the whiteboard, grabbing a marker just in case you need to explain something. “so, matt. what is it that you needed help with?”

“this question,” he says, stepping closer to you and pointing at the paper. you look at it confused because he already answered it. flawlessly.

“matt.” you chuckle. “you’ve got the problem right and showed your work perfectly. are you sure that’s the right one?”

his cheeks flush as he grabs your face, kissing you passionately. you pull away from his hold, weirdly sad that you did.

this is a first. you know the rumors that go around saying that you fuck students for an A+ but it’s not true. hell, you’ll lose your job.

he doesn’t say anything. he just stares at you, and you stare back. what you did next was a completely new person.

you go back in, his tongue inserting your mouth and swirling inside. this is so fucking wrong, but it feels so… right?

whining into the kiss, you move your hands down to his belt to unbuckle it. he chuckles, pulling away and pushing your head so you get on your knees.

he takes off his undergarments, revealing his—

your eyes widen. oh, god.

his red tip slides against your lips before you open, pushing himself into your wet mouth. “fuck.” he whispers.

grabbing onto your hair, he guides your head up and down his cock. he groans, leaning over and rutting his hips further into your mouth. your gagging fills the empty classroom, and spit starts to spill from your mouth.

it clicks in your head what you’re doing. you have a husband and child at home, for christ’s sake. you place your hands on his thighs and try to push your head back, but his grip is far too strong.

he slowly pulls out to watch his dick move past your lips, and slams back in. “take it, sweetheart. just like that.”

you keep gagging around him, your eyes becoming glassy as your mascara starts to smudge.

your lashes flutter each time he thrusts to the back of your throat before he stops. “s-shit.” he whimpers, but he doesn’t want to cum just yet. he closes his eyes to ignore the throbbing, pulling out of your sweet mouth. you cough, your lips swollen.

“bend over for me, yeah?” he smirks when you scramble to your feet. he grabs your waist, pushing your back so your stomach lays flat on your desk.

he lifts your skirt, moving your soaked underwear to the side. he wraps a finger around them and lets go, the elastic snapping against your core. you yelp at the sudden pain.

“such a slut.” he groans, inserting his tip into your folds but staying still. “letting one of your students shove his dick down your throat.”

he moves his tip out, but then puts it back in, thrusting it in and out teasingly. “bet you were thinking about this the whole lecture. i saw the way you were looking at me.”

you pathetically whine and nod. then, he grabs your hair so the upper half of your body is lifted from the wood. your hips dig into the edge of the desk as he starts entering you.

the stretch hurts, but it feels too good. your eyes flutter back, but a hand landing on your ass gets you out of your trance. he chuckles, taking the hand that’s not on your head and covering your mouth with it. “don’t be too loud, baby. don’t want the people outside that door knowing what a whore you are for me.”

he slides in deeper, a moan leaving your lips that’s muffled by his hand. he starts rutting his hips, going faster when you fit around him. “m-matt.” you gasp.

“so fucking tight around my cock.” he breathes out. your pleasurable cries and squelching of your pussy fill the room, along with his thighs slapping against your ass.

he removes his hand from your mouth, honestly forgetting that there are probably people around. all he’s focused on is pounding the daylights out of you. his teacher, mind you.

you grip the desk for support, moaning louder than any other time when his tip starts brushing against your cervix. “holy— shit.” you hoarsely scream, squeezing your eyes shut.

he lets go of your hair, your head immediately falling between your shoulders. “i’m gonna cum!” you warn, whimpering when he moves more mercilessly. both your thoughts and guts are getting scrambled at once.

“i wonder how disappointed your husband will be if he saw you like this.” he grunts and thrusts a few more times before continuing. “clenching around my dick, so badly wanting my cum inside you.”

you moan at his words. he feels so fucking good. you hate to admit it, but this is the best sex you’ve had in years.

“want me to fuck my baby inside you, you filthy whore?”

“y-yes, please,” you whine, repeating yourself over and over again.

you cum around him at the same time he stops deep, spreading your legs wider to finish inside. you moan one last time before becoming a rag doll, the bruises forming on your hips from them banging against the desk.

he moves your underwear back over your freshly bred pussy, kissing your shoulder and neck before whispering into your ear. “i’ll let you know when i need help again, professor l/n.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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°‧★ 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 ★‧°

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

Genre: Angst & fluff

Synopsis: What happens when they’re both jealous with feelings for each other, but won’t admit it?

(It starts off with texts but it’s a regular story after)

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Y/n pov:

Why does he care so much? It’s not even like we’re dating. Plus he brings girls over all the time why’s it such a big deal that I have a date. It’s like he’s purposely saying all these bad things about him so I’ll cancel the date. I truly don’t get what he means, Jason is a nice guy every girl simps over him. Not to mention he’s captain of the football team. But I mean what can go wrong, we’re just going out to dinner then coming back to my place and there, done.

But part of me feels regret. I don’t know why but I feel regret for not listing to Matt now that Jason is only 5 minutes away. What if he’s right? What if he really is just putting an act on to get into my pants? No he would never. Matt’s just jealous and trying to scare me. After all we’re just roommates.

*knock knock*

Oh fuck. Jason’s here. Suddenly my nerves are increasing. My hands are sweaty and my dress is too tight. What the fuck do I do.

“Hey Jason”

“Hey pretty, you read to go?” He says. But for some reason it feels weird when he says it.

“Uh yea let me just grab my coat” I say as I walk to my bedroom and put it on. Before I walk out I see myself in the mirror. Is the dress too short? Too slutty? Suddenly I’m overthinking everything.

“Ok let’s go” I saw as I walk back to him.

“You look beautiful by the way” Jason says. Yet it still feels weird.

“Thank you. You look good too” I say trying to convince myself that he does.

We get in the car and he starts driving, about 5 minutes into the car ride I feel his hand creep onto my knee. And it keeps moving up till it rests on my inner thigh. I wanna push his hand off but I don’t want to be rude.

“Is that fine?” He asks.

“Uh yea” I could’ve said fucking no.

The rest of the ride is filled with an awkward and uncomfortable silence.

The whole dinner was extremely awkward. We barely agreed on anything and he kept making weird comments about how good my body looked in the dress. I just wanted to be done with it and go home.

“You read to go?” Jason asked. Fuck yes I am.

“Yea let’s go” I say.

Gladly he payed for the dinner which was nice of him, but it still doesn’t change the fact that the night was extremely uncomfortable.

We get in the car and I expect him to turn it on but he doesn’t.

“Are you gonna turn it on?” I ask trying to sound as nice as possible.

“You look so pretty” He says as he puts his hand on my thigh, too far up for my liking.

“Oh uh thanks” I saw trying to move away from him.

“That dress makes you look so good” Jason mumbles as he gets closer to me.

“I bet it would look even better if it was on the floor”

“Wha-” I get cut off my his lips on mine.

“What the fuck” I raise my voice as I push him off of me.

“Come on don’t be a brat” He grabs my face and attempts to kiss me again.

“Get the fuck off me” I scream as I try to unbuckle my self.

“I said don’t be a fucking brat” Jason raises his voice as he grabs my body and tries to pull me over to his side of the car.

“I said get off me you jackass!” I scream and I push him hard enough so he lets go and I get out of the car.

As I’m walking away from the car I hear the engine start and before I can move away he drives by me speeding through the puddle that was on the ground, making it splash all over me.

“You’re fucking kidding”

I sit on the curve of the parking lot, soaking wet in disgusting water and pull out my phone to text the one person who warned me this was going to happen.

He’s gonna kill me.

I stay here where he told me freezing because of the water and my jacket is soaked so it’s not much use. But soon enough I see Matt’s car pull up in front of me.

“Oh baby what happened? Why are you soaking wet” Matt says the second he gets out of the car.

“You were right. I should’ve listened I’m sorry” I sniffle as I feel tears swell up in my eyes.

“Hey hey it’s ok don’t cry. You did nothing wrong” He says while wrapping his arms around me holding me close.

“But you warned me and I was bitch and didn’t listen” I start to cry, keeping my head on Matt’s chest.

“No you’re not a bitch. You just made a mistake and now you can learn from it yea? You didn’t know this was gonna happen don’t bring yourself down for it” He comforts me.

“Here put this on and I’ll take you home and then you can tell me everything that happened how does that sound?” Matt asks as he wraps his coat around me.

“Mhm yea” I nod.

“Come on let’s go sweets I don’t want you to get sick” He grabs my hand helping me get up and we get into the car.

Instead of there being an awkward silence, there’s a comforting silence.

I look over to Matt and I feel butterflies in my stomach. The way the moonlight shines through the window lighting his face up. The way his blue eyes reflect the stars in the sky. The way his jawline is so sharp and defined and his cheekbones more prominent than ever. The way his nose compliments his face oh so well. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about my roommate, it’s not right.

But what if I don’t wanna be just roommates with Matt anymore?

Should I make a part 2 for this or no??

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Slutmas Day 3

Oblivious (Matt)

Request: can you do a matt x female reader smut where they’re friends (but have secret crushes on each other) and she sleeps over at their house and ends up asking to sleep in matt’s room and then s e x (you can include hella degradation and humiliation too)

Warnings: gg cuddling, slight angst, mentions of past abusive relationship, slight degradation, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, Matt being a fucking simp, took some inspo from the request but not exactly it

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you just that oblivious?”

3rd Person pov

It was Friday night in Los Angeles and as usual, the Sturniolo triplets and their hometown best friend Y/n were having a sleepover. Y/n had moved to LA a few months after the triplets as she too had gained quite a following on youtube. The four friends had created a tradition; every Friday night they’d get snacks, watch a few movies, and have a sleepover. The three brothers used to argue over whose room Y/n would sleep in because that person would get to spend more time with her.

They had all decided each of the brothers would have a certain week of the month and they would do something to randomly pick a brother for the last week. The Friday schedule went Nick, Matt, and Chris, just like their birth order and the last Friday was TBD. Since it was the last Friday of the month, the three had decided to play rock, paper, scissors to determine whose room Y/n would be sleeping in tonight.

Y/n’s pov

I was excited that Matt had won the game because I secretly had the biggest crush on him. We all had decided it was time to go lay down in our respective rooms, giving the other two brothers a hug before heading to Matt’s bedroom. Matt and I had decided we were just going to watch cartoons for the rest of the night. We changed into our pajamas, Matt only wearing pajama pants while I threw on an oversized shirt and spandex shorts, we laid on his bed and he had his arm around me.

I was kind of cold since it was raining outside, “Matt I’m cold, can we cuddle?” I whined and moved so I could wrap my arms around Matt’s torso after he nodded yes. I laid my head on his chest and brought my right leg up to lay across his thighs. Matt ended up moving his arm to wrap around my waist while using his other to play with my hair.

“You know, you’re really pretty Y/n/n, and so cute when you cuddle with me like this” Matt said as his grip around my waist got tighter in a possessive way. I blushed, “You’re cute too Matty, I love your eyes but sometimes you make me nervous when you stare at me” I pouted making him laugh, “I’m sorry, I just like looking at you” he said before kissing the top of my head.

We laid like this for a while as I mindlessly traced random shapes onto his chest. I moved my leg to try and get closer to Matt because I was still cold but I failed. Letting out a loud huff of annoyance, “Matty I’m coooold!” I whined with a pout, once again moving my leg so that I was now almost straddling him.

Matt let out a small laugh when I wrapped my arms tighter around him and moved to hide my face in his neck. I guess I was moving my leg too much, trying to get comfortable, because Matt let out a grunt and grabbed my thigh to stop it from moving. “God, Y/n are you trying to turn me on or are you just that oblivious?” he asked making me confused.

“What are you talking about” I questioned confused as I moved my head back to his chest, “Y/n there’s no way that you don’t know what I’m talking about. Now I asked you a question; are you trying to turn me on or are you just that oblivious?” he repeated. I moved my head to look at Matt’s seemingly unamused face, “I’m not doing it on purpose, I didn’t mean to…” I pouted, genuinely not knowing I was unintentionally turning him on.

Matt let go of my thigh, pushing it off of him and making me think I made him mad. He grabbed my hand moving it down so it was placed on his growing erection, “You fucking did this, you’re such a dumb little slut aren’t you?” he asked with a sadistic laugh. His stare was making me feel hot all over and I couldn’t help but blush.

I stayed silent not knowing what to say while I avoided eye contact resulting in Matt roughly gripping my jaw and forcing me to look at him. “I know all about your little humiliation and degradation kinks Y/n. I bet you’re fucking loving this right now aren’t you?” he said with an icy stare, making me whimpering involuntarily.

He let go of my jaw with a laugh, “Matt stop it’s not funny. Don’t play with my feelings like that” I sighed while sitting up. Matt did the same, looking at me with an annoyed expression, “C’mon Y/n/n, you’re my best friend. How could you not know that I have the biggest crush on you?” he questioned. I looked down and started playing with my fingers as I was suddenly nervous, “I-I don’t know… I just assumed you knew I had a crush on you and that you just liked fucking with me. I didn’t know you actually liked me back” I mumbled.

“God, Y/n/n! You really are a dumb slut aren’t you? I’ve made it so fucking obvious, why do you think Nick and Chris let me win so often? It’s because they know I’m fucking in love with you!” Matt raised his voice angrily and stood up to pace. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Please don’t yell at me” I pleaded, suddenly feeling anxious and getting slight PTSD flashbacks of my abusive ex boyfriend. Matt immediately felt bad for me once he saw how I flinched when he started walking closer.

Tears welled up in my eyes, a few slipping down my cheeks, I know Matt would never physically hurt me like that but the trauma is still there. “Hey, hey I’m sorry, don’t cry! Please don’t cry Y/n/n, I’m sorry! I’m just stupid and frustrated because being in love with someone who doesn’t love you back, fucking sucks” he tried as he stood in front of me and pulled me off the bed for a tight hug. I dried my tears pretty quickly and we just stayed there, hugging for a moment before the night took another turn.

I quietly mumbled, “I do love you back by the way…” into his chest, causing Matt to pull away and hold onto me by my shoulder. A big smile spread across his face “Say it again!” he said shocked, “I love you back” I giggled as Matt’s smile somehow got even bigger. “Again.” he demanded, “I’m in love with you, Matthew” I repeated but Matt still didn’t fully believe me, “One more time?” he asked.

Instead of a verbal response right away, I moved Matts hands off my shoulders so I could lean close to his ear and whisper, “I love you” before sloppily kissing his neck. My kisses moved towards his lips and within a minute, our lips were smashing together in a messy way. Matt pulled back just enough to say “I love you” multiple times as his kisses were peppered across my nose and lips.

“I was really gonna have my way with you tonight, but looks like I get to breed you as mine instead. Would you like that Y/n/n? Would you like to be mine?” he asked, staring into my eyes with so much admiration, love, and lust filling his eyes. “Mmm I think we both know I’d love nothing more than to be yours. God, I’m so in love with you Matthew!” “Fuck babe, I love it when you call me Matthew! Gets me so hard” Matt confessed.

I decided to tease him a bit, running my nails across his chest, stopping at the waistband of his pajama pants. Matt’s breath hitched as I teasingly placed my fingertips under the waistband of his pajamas pants. “Yeah? You usually hate being called Matthew” I pointed out, “It’s so sexy when you say it though… fuck I just wanna put a baby in you” Matt groaned. He placed one hand on my waist and cupped the side of my face in the other.

Forcing me to look up at him, Matt started saying, “I don’t think you understand how much I love you Y/n, I want to fucking marry you, want you to have my kids, want you by my side for the rest of our lives” he slowly started to tear up a little. I started placing kisses all over his face, leading down his neck. Fully slipping my hand into his pajama pants, I gave his hard cock a squeeze, leaving wet kisses across his neck.

Matt let out a content sigh, “You’ve got me Matthew, I’m all yours. Want you to put a baby in me, make me all fat and pregnant with your kid, Matty” I lowly said. “I’m gonna fucking breed you babe” Matt growled as he ushered me back to the bed, instantly crawling on top of me. I laced my fingers through his hair, returning the soft smile he gave me, “As much as I want your cock in my mouth, I don’t think I can wait, I need you inside of me now Matty” I whined.

Matt placed a short, wet kiss to my lips, pulling away and smirking down at me, “Say my name right and I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want, darling” he said. “Fuck Matthew! Please just ruin me already, I want to fully be yours” I whined, lifting my own shirt over my head. Matt’s eyes fell directly to my breasts, his smirk growing wider as he started to toy with the waistband of my shorts.

“So you don’t want fore play or anything? Do you really need my dick that bad?” he teased, sliding my shorts down before sliding off his pajama pants. “Please Matthew, I want you to fuck me dumb and breed me” I whined again, pulling him down for a kiss. The kiss quickly turned into a sloppy, wet makeout with us letting out small, breathy moans into each other’s mouths as Matt started to grind down on me.

I moaned loudly as he started trailing his kisses down my neck, across my boobs and stomach, stopping right above my panties. Matt looked up at me for permission to pull them off, I nodded and watched in awe as he slid off my panties. Matt placed a kiss to my clit before vulgarly spitting directly onto my pussy before sliding off his boxers in the process. “I don’t wanna hurt you baby, so I’m gonna stretch you out a little bit, okay?” he softly smile, slipping two fingers into me.

I let out multiple whines as Matt scissored his fingers, stretching me out for him. “I’m ready. I’m ready! Please, I need you!” I cried out, he removed his fingers from me, promptly shoving them into his mouth. Matt spit onto my pussy again, mixing it with my juices by using the tip of his cock, slapping it on my clit a few times before pushing in. “Holy fuck princess, you’re so goddamn tight- fuck! i won’t last long like this” he panted out.

“Matthew- shit you’re so big, stretching me out so good baby” I cried out as he pounded into me at a ruthless speed. Matt placed his hand on the on my lower stomach, feeling a slight bulge every time he fucked into me. “You gonna cum for me baby? I feel your pussy tightening around my cock, fucking cum for me Y/n! I need to put my goddamn babies in you!” Matt growled as he started going faster while rubbing my clit.

My nails on one hand dug into his back while the other roughly pulled his hair, making him thrust deeper. “Oh shit Matthew- I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming! Fuck Matthew, cum for me, fill me up!” I screamed out in a pornographic moan. My pussy tightly clenched around his cock as I came, Matt let out something between a growl and a whimper as he shots his warm load into me.

“Yeah, good girl, you did so well for me. Can’t believe you just let me do that princess” he panted, removing his cock. Matt slowly and gently pushed his cum that was slowly spilling out back into my pussy. I whimpered at the feeling, “Too much Matthew” I whimpered, “Sorry love, didn’t want any of my cum to drip out, had to push my babies back into you” he shyly told you.

I just realized that we will actually most likely have a baby since I’m not on birth control, Matt stopped hovering over me to lay down instead. “Matt you know I’m not on birth control, right? I can go get a Plan B in the morning if you want” I sincerely. “Are you fucking kidding! I know that dummy! Like I said earlier, I wanna have babies, get married, and create a family with you. You’re not taking a Plan B unless you want to because I’m perfectly capable of taking care of you and a baby” he smiled at me, moving some hair out of my face.

“Really? Like you really mean that?” I smiled back, “Of course I mean it, I’ll go out and buy you the biggest diamond ring I can find and propose to you in my bedroom tomorrow if I have to” he giggled, placing a sweet kiss to my lips. “I love you Matthew, so much” I said before placing my own kiss on his lips, “And I love you so much more” Matt smiled. He placed a quick kiss on my forehead before turning off the light by his bed so we could sleep.

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[darklinaforever]

Allicent is a cunt! Let's all say it loud and proud. It's the majority opinion for very good reasons. And there's nothing wrong with saying that, because SHE IS. In fact, there's a lot else you can call her and it's true. Cunt is one word. But it's a good one to describe her.

And yes, the writers absolutely simp for her with no true reason. This is one example of proof "���The way we played it was essentially that Alicent is walking into this room thinking that she’s carrying this terrible secret, and she realizes that all the men in her life—including her father—have been secretly plotting against her husband to do this, knowing that he was near death. It infuriates her. It’s Alicent coming to the head of this table and finding the wheels of the conspiracy are already in motion. She’s behind, so she’s trying to come to grips with it and reel it in." - Ryan Condal"

It's such utter bullshit. That bitch knew exactly what she was doing. She knew exactly what was happening. She was always part of planning it. And her actions have been contributing towards it for at LEAST, what 1O YEARS? She destroyed her own children with her agenda and hate. Seriously cannot stand Ryan. I wish we had someone actually capable making decisions. But, he already ruined it. So, I guess the only one we count on is Matt Smith 🤷‍♀️

Oh my god ! I'm sorry but the "she realizes that all the men in her life—including her father—have been secretly plotting against her husband to do this, knowing that he was near death. It infuriates her. It’s Alicent coming to the head of this table and finding the wheels of the conspiracy are already in motion. She’s behind, so she’s trying to come to grips with it and reel it in." absolutely kill me !

Did they forget what they wrote in episodes 6 and 7 ?

Alicent telling Aegon II that one day he will be king, having instilled it in his children in a way that even Aemond says most calmly that Aegon II will be king and Helaena his queen. Alicent had been plotting for years to put Aegon II on the throne ! This is even why she married Aegon II to Helaena. Hoping to strengthen its non-existent legitimacy. I'm hallucinating !

[ew-headyhearts]

OHMIGODFINALLYMOREEDDSWORLDCONTENTIVEBEENSTARVEDFORSOLONG

Request from ur local Tom simp, I was so happy when u mentioned Tom and the fact he’s a bassist in a nsfw post

istg please, imagine him just practicing with Susan and his S/O randomly just spaced out onto his hands (I’m a strong believer that this fucker wears rings, I’ll fistfight you on it) and he’d notice and be a total jerk abt it, lovingly of course-

ALSO BONUS FOR THE NASTY HORNY SHIT, PLEASE IM SUCH A SIMP-

Anon… do you have any idea what you’ve done? This right here, this is my SHIT!! HIT ME RIGHT IN THE DAMN KINK. This took me way too long to write but I hope it was worth the wait. The ending is abrupt I know. I got carried away a little bit and it became more than what was requested. I might just be willing to make this a two parter... Perhaps.

Obligatory, under the cut for more. Do not read if sexual situations make you uncomfortable.

Rock Me to Sleep (Part 1)

TW: N$FW, Hand kink, mentioning of wanting to be choked, bassists reign supreme

It was late at night and the sun had long since gone down. The clock read somewhere after two o'clock in the morning. Granted, it was a bit hard to tell as you’re fighting off sleep. Blearily trying to blink away the tiredness in your eyes. There was no use trying to get sleep at this point. Even if you wanted to sleep, the house was filled with the low humming of a bass.

Your roommate, Thomas, seemed far too busy to care about your plight. In fact, more often than not, he did his best writing late at night. Or maybe he just enjoyed being a nuisance. How the other two seemed to sleep so easily when Tom was doing his nightly jam sessions, you haven’t a clue. Perhaps they’d grown so used to it over time.

Maybe you should consider taking Matt’s offer from the other night. Ear plugs would make sleeping far easier. Although, noise canceling headphones would prove extra useful.

You ponder on your decision for a while. So long in fact that you slowly begin to drift off to sleep. Just as your eyes flutter shut once more, sleep so close to sinking into every fiber of your being, you’re ripped from it so suddenly. The jarring rift Tom had started seemed to force you unceremoniously from the beginnings of a dream. Even Edd seemed furious about this. He could be heard from his own room yelling at Tom to stop for the night.

The peace that followed was brief, but still joyous. Though, it seemed Tom was only content with playing some lower cords. Was it fortunate for the others? Yes. For you however… The shared wall between both of your rooms did little to muffle the noise.

Maybe it was because you were cranky or maybe it was just the dreariness of your sleep deprived state, but you got up from bed. The moment from between you leaving the sanctity of your bedroom to the point where you were at Tom’s door was nearly nonexistent. Judging by that fact, it’s safe to say you are in some desperate need for sleep.

Tom doesn’t even bother to meet your gaze. He seemed far too caught up in playing to even notice the way your weary body held itself up by the doorframe. His face seemed clenched in concentration, eyes squeezed shut as he let his fingers drift along the fret. While his fingers danced across the strings, his other hand rested comfortably against the body. It seemed to smack lightly at the bass to some imaginary beat he was making up in his head.

You don’t even realize just how long you’re staring at this point. The tired ache of your muscles had long since been forgotten. Instead it was replaced by a new ache that settled deep inside the pit of your stomach. With a deep breath that you had been holding, you step over to the side of his bed. Had you really been breathing that shallowly this entire time?

His eyes slowly open now, finally acknowledging your presence. Though, it didn’t seem to be that bothered by it. Much to your disappointment, his fingers freeze along the fretboard. He raises a brow at you. It was a silent question, one that he’d hope he wouldn’t have to voice. You’d already interrupted his flow, and speaking would bring him further out of the headspace.

“Don’t let me stop you,” you speak, before letting your body fall down onto the opposite side of the bed. Your knees hang haphazardly over the side of the bed while you stretch out across your back.

Maybe it was just your tiredness that wanted him to keep on playing. After all, the current melody he had going was smooth and deep. One that rattled the room slightly and settled deep into your chest. At least, that's what you can tell yourself while you watch him settle back into a rhythm.

Tom didn’t seem to question you further. In fact, he seemed all too content to have a live audience to the current jam session he was having. The way his hands stretched out to each cord was almost hypnotizing. Calluses strummed at smooth metal to produce the sweet melody that filled the room. It seemed his hands had committed the cord to memory and flowed as fluidly as water.

Though, you catch your eyes lingering for far too long on his digits. You could see the way each tendon flexed with the stretch of his fingers along the fret. Or maybe, it was the way the veins seemed to pop with his current hand placement that sent a warmth into your core. Whatever the reason for your current euphoric state, there wasn’t any denying the way you ogled his ringed fingers.

Tom didn’t seem as bothered by your ogling. A smug smirk was plastered across his face and his void-like eyes were turned to look down at you. “You know… you could take a closer look,” His head tilts downwards slightly, nudging towards the guitar in his lap. It was another invitation, beckoning you to come closer and touch him. An offer you would have been foolish to refuse.

Now you really couldn’t disguise your presence as just out of tiredness. He’d fully caught you staring at his powerful hands. But, as you settled right up against him, there didn’t seem to be any judgment in his gaze. The way his muscles seemed to relax as your own fingers brush against his bare arm gave cadence to his relaxed state.

From this distance you could smell the cologne. A clean and crisp scent, dominated by sage and bergamot that tapered into a woodsy musk. Rustic, yet incredibly intoxicating.

The two of you stay like this for a while. You, with one arm tucked into his side and the other splayed out across his forearm, and Tom with his guitar tucked in his crossed lap. You could feel each movement of his muscles under his dark skin. Tom was thankful he’d long since discarded his typical blue hoodie for a gray tank top as he enjoyed the contact between you too.

Maybe he was showing off a bit. His fingers curled ever so slightly against each string as he plucked them. You could notice the faint outline of his tendons stretching against the skin each time he stretched out a digit across the fretboard. The satisfied grin on his face made it obvious, he was definitely showing off.

It seems you don’t even notice the way your hands have started playing their exploration game. One finger moves down his forearm slowly, tracing a vein down to the center of his wrist that rested against the body of the bass.

A part of you worried this position would make his playing awkward, but Tom didn’t seem to care all that much. If anything, the soft furrow of his brows gave the hint to the exact opposite. His forked tongue darted out for a split second, both sides moving along his bottom lip slowly. It seemed he was barely containing his own elicit excitement about this whole scenario.

“Pervert,” Tom chastises you, despite the way his own body seemed to react so sweetly to each touch of your skin against his own, “You’re really easy to entertain, huh?”

“Does it really bother you?” You question him in return. Though, he seemed all too quick to protest the second your body started to pull itself from his side.

“I never said that.” His hands pull away from the base of the guitar for a split second, wrapping around your waist to pull you back into him. This time your knees brushed together, and sides pressed tightly against one another. You settle your head against his shoulder, letting your hair tickle against his stubble.

“You really seem to enjoy this,” Tom noted. His gaze flitted back and forth between you and the way his fingers continued to strum. “If I’d have known you were this easy to work up, I’d have tried this a long time ago.”

You don’t even seem to register his words, too transfixed on the way his hands gripped at the neck and squeezed. He gave a knowing smirk the second he noticed the absolute dazed look you were giving him. Maybe, if you played your cards right, he’d let those hands wander around your throat. Just imagining the way the cold metal of his rings would leave little divots in your skin if he squeezed just right was enough to work you up even further.

It seemed that Tom was happy to go on like this for a while. There was only one reason he’d continued strumming a low tune, with the express purpose of working you up further. He took note of the way your breath would quicken with every little movement. It really seemed like he had you right where he wanted you. Did you want him as much as he wanted you?

The way your hands began to wander a bit further down his forearm and traced into the palm of his hand was enough to draw his attention again. Even as he tilted his head back up to meet your gaze, he continued strumming.

He was confident in his own abilities. Your hand wandering into his own didn’t prove to be any hindrance. If anything, it emboldened him to really put on a show.

“Something on your mind, baby,” Tom asked. Though it seemed less so a question, and more like an implication to your current state. The way his empty eyes fell half-lidded showed his intentions. He really was teasing you and that smug smirk wasn’t going away anytime soon.

He was entirely willing to push you even further, just to see how long it’d take for you to break. A deliciously tortuous game of hot-and-cold. Just to see who’d crack under the pressure first and give in to their desire. Tom was very confident in where he stood in this little game. You, however? Your resolve was quickly crumbling. You found yourself wanting to push just a bit further. To really explore this new desire further.

“Could I uh…” The words died in your throat as your throat was suddenly dry. Your intentions were by no means innocent and the mere thought of acting on such impulses was making your heart race. Tom arches a brow. A silent question urging you to continue. A beat passes before you do so. “Would you let me try something?”

The rift he was working on stopped suddenly. The sound was almost akin to a groan that trailed off into silence. Tom let his bass rest in his lap as he turned his full attention to you. He was intrigued by such a vague request, but his curiosity urged him to give you a nod of approval.

“What did you have in mind?” His tone was light yet impish. Tom had an idea of what you want but he’d rather play dumb. It made the buildup even sweeter when you fully shed your inhibitions and gave in to him. The excitement was overwhelming as his own mind wandered to what you might have in store.

[lemonhemlock]

I also love how Emma called out the pseudo cult of personality that people have for toxic problematic male characters like Daemon, “Within cinema, there is a long history of creating love interests out of problematic – particularly male – characters,” says D’Arcy. “What’s interesting in House of the Dragon is that it utilises that same trope. You know, like audiences have responded to Matt playing Daemon as this ‘very sexy, masculine love interest’, but simultaneously, I hope that the show is continually acknowledging the problematic nature of it all.” It reminded me of how Daemyra fangirls were losing their minds over the choking scene and having the AUDACITY to claim that it was "out of character" and "bad writing". How when the whole entirety of the show has shown us how violent, abusive, and toxic Daemon is even towards his own family?! Yes, he loves them and will ride and die for them, but he will also hurt them both physically and emotionally as we've seen multiple times throughout the show. Multiple things can be true at the same time! He'll kill anybody who insults and hurts his family, but he'll also insult and hurt his family because it benefits him in some way, shape, or form. It also reminds me of how sexist the fanbase is in that they'll crucify Alicent who hasn't done half of the deplorable shit that Daemon (an abusive murdering groomer) has done, but like Emma said, they'll create a "malewife simping" love interest out of Daemon because he's hot. And then they'll the excuse of Daemon keeps it "real" which is why they like him more than Alicent who is "self-righteous" and "phony". WHAT?! First of all, even if Daemon keeps it "real" and is always 💯 it still doesn't take the fact that he's worse than Alicent. Second of all, how exactly does Daemon keep it real? He's an overgrown manchild that grooms little girls in order to overcompensate for the fact that he will never be good enough for his brother. But sure Alicent is the worse.

Emma was so right to point that out. Fangirling over bad boy characters like Daemon is normal, but when you're stubbornly misreading all the red light signs pointing towards him being a villain .... it delves into other issues. Lack of media literacy, willful blindness, (internalized) misogyny? in the sense that people are willing to accept and forgive problematic behaviours in dashing-dark-prince characters, but categorically do not extend the same kind of grace to female characters like Alicent. It's sad because no one is forbidding fans to like Daemon, but they don't have to champion him at the expense of other characters either.

He's an overgrown manchild that grooms little girls in order to overcompensate for the fact that he will never be good enough for his brother.

Bulls-eye. Hit him straight with the headshot.

Thank you for your poignant comments. I'm delighted to share this analysis with anyone happening upon my blog!

[firaloveatea]

I'm sure I forgot stuff but I tried to cover as much about her as possible.

Neon's Character Concept and Bio

Chaos Neon

Age: 18 (pre time skip)/20 (post time skip)

Height: 160cm

Blood Type: TBD

Birthday: 12/12

Affiliation: Straw Hats, Heart Pirates

Hair: Navy Blue, untamed curls/waves

Eye color: Red

Personality:

Growing up with Luffy, she actually has a very similar personality to him, though she has more brain cells and is willing to talk things out rather than fight all the time.

Trusting in an almost blinding fashion and devotion so strong she will put her needs last when her crew needs more attention.

Neon is as socially dumb as Luffy, but does have more common sense. She mostly doesn't understand things around romance, dating, and things of sexual nature besides what she experiences from Sanji and Brooks's preverted habits.

She is also very petty. The price will always be paid, just don't know when or how.

Out of the A.S.L. Neon is more like Sabo, where as Luffy and Ace are more similar. In disagreements it would be Neon & Sabo vs. Ace & Luffy or Ace & Sabo vs Luffy & Neon. It was a blue moon is any other combos happened.

Abilities:

Knife throwing+Accuracy

Neon has learned how to throw knives and works on her accuracy all the time. Yes, she can juggle the knives as well

Flexibility+Balance

Luffy likes to say Neon is part rubber from how flexible she is. She possesses double jointed and trained her body extensively all because as a child Ace and Sabo wanted to see how much she could fold her body in weird and odd ways. She liked the freak out it keeps practicing.

Neon also has amazing natural balance. I haven't figured out the full extend of this balance, but girl is a hard worker and keeps pushing her limits.

Haki

During the two year time skip, Neon learns and masters observation and armament haki.

Weapons:

Throwing Daggers:

Weight: 15.9oz Blade Thickness: 5mm Blade Length: 7-1/2" Blade Steel: 1050 High Carbon Handle Length/Material: 6-1/2" Overall Length: 14" Style: Knife Product Family: Thrower Steel Family: High Carbon Steels

Throwing Knives:

Weight: 6.4oz Blade Thickness: 3.5mm Blade Steel: 1055 Carbon Overall Length: 10" Style: Knife Product Family: Flight Sport Steel Family: High Carbon Steels

A leather whip

Concept History:

Neon originally started off as the Female Main Character for an original fiction work of mine called Neon Red Eyes. It was a Stardust-inspired fantasy world where Neon was the Hybrid Daughter of the terrible Demon King and a Powerful Witch. Her mother would eventually understand why the Demon King sought her out as the mother of his child and fled while heavily pregnant. 18 years later, Neon would come home to their little cabin to find her mother murdered and the King’s right hand waiting for her. She was tossed into the dungeon since emotional distress sealed away her powers the King was after. There, she would meet a Pirate Captain, who had been captured before her. His crew would pull off a heist and rescue their captain, bringing Neon along with them. It was mainly romance focused on Neon and the Captain, who would eventually take down the Demon King, but it never worked that part out.

When I finally caved and started One Piece, I took Neon and added her after making some changes that would make sense to the One Piece world. Having Magic and Demonic powers didn’t. Her being Buggy’s daughter was supposed to be funny and stuck. I wanted her to be Luffy’s childhood friend because that guy needs someone more consistently by his side. As I got further into the show, my inner simp was sad that I hadn’t found my favorite character. No one was tickling my fancy.

Then Trafalgar Law started to show up on my tiktok fyp, but he hadn’t appeared in show for me yet. I speed ran to Sabaody. Now my tiktok had been giving me Japanese dub Wano clips, nothing English dub. I watch dub because I multitask while watching my shows. I got to Sabaody, and I heard him speak. Matt Mercer. Sold. I found my favorite character and wanted to punch Kid in the face.

Now I won’t lie, Neon was meant for Luffy. Childhood friends to lovers cliché since I don’t do it often. But Trafalgar Law took over, Grumpy x Sunshine, Enemies to Lovers, it held more of my favorite troupes. The power dynamics and struggles. Her being bratty and him always wanting his plans to work out. I started my self indulgence dabbles that are now posted.

I do have a Luffy AU in my mind but to post both seems like too much work. There are differences but nothing huge. I could post all of pre-time arcs and then branch off after time skip but I’m not sure about posting both. I will write my Luffy AU dabbles and keep them for myself. Unless my sister and friends talk me into posting like they did with my Dabbles with Law.

Her last name being Chaos is super recent. I had brewed up a Crack AU where Della married Shanks during his year long stay in Windmill village, then stole Ace, Sabo and Luffy from Dadan and Garp wasn’t gonna fight Della.

I called it Chaos House AU, because of the chaos caused by the kids, yes, Uta would have stayed with them becoming Neon’s sister. So five chaotic children being raised by a pirate and a woman who thrives in chaos… the family name for Della and Neon being Chaos fit too well.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hiiiii 👋 another Pedro pascal lover over here 😁 I was just wondering if u have any fic recs of the man himself or of matt smith or both tehehehe 🤭. Ok have a wonderful day!

Hello my love <3 at first i was like did this anon just req a pedro pascal and matt smith fic from me (COS OMG?!) ???? but then i realized it was rec HAHAH

BTW theyre all mostly smut so !!! caution

i have not read much rpf fics for them lol HAHAH so i can't really give much, esp not for pedrito BUT

@charnelhouse has amazing joel miller works and i read two of them now i think lol. i loved them so much. here are my reblogs as proof because much love much care. she is an amazing writer on my hands and knees. she could shoot me off into space in exchange for a fic and apologize for inconveniencing her and thank her yeeting me. she has more works and i'm sure it's just as amazing. i may have read some more but i cant find them T_T

other than that, i have nothing else for pedro or any of his characters because i have been trying very hard not to simp more than i have for that rat man [SCREAMING]

as for matt

@harryspugh i know writes for him but i have also mostly read her fics for daemon. again such a great writer. would let her hit me with a baseball bat if she wanted. here are a few daemon fic reblogs but ive reblogged so many and i'm lazy so you must forgive me for not linking them all as evidence of her amazing craft.

A:SFHASF HONESTLY THATS ALL T_T A:FHASHF: ASFASF HAHAHAHAHH

and okay she doesn't write for matt only daemon but i HAVE to put @em-writes-stuff-sometimes cos she's fucking insane im pretty sure she's a writer for hotd or smth BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK she literally could i dunno, make daemon a zombie and i'd be like YES THAT IS CANON YOU ARE SO RIGHT WE ARE ALL SO STUPID FOR NOT REALIZING THAT ok... here's one of the MANY reblogs i've done for her art shes just

all of them

are just

so

hot

[erithel]

It’s definitely a thing. I cannot begin to count the confessions from klancers who after the fact just said they always hated him. Or they wrote klance fics and you can tell it’s not a labor of love- with a confession later on that yes they hated lance and purposefully wrote him like That(tm) because they think he’s a selfish no good asshole. There’s actually a really popular klance fic I know whose writer said if they did a rewrite of it they don’t want it to be associated with lance at all.

And it’s just heartbreaking.

And I don’t know, with the years gone by the makeup of the fandom really shifted from loving lance to despising/resenting/couldn’t really give a shit for him. And it really feel like klancers who only really like keith led this charge. I’ve seen another klancer said Lance isn’t a noble character while only Keith is. There’s others who said he contributed nothing to the show but followed allura around.

Just from observation even if they don’t despise lance or to the degree above, it’s like many klancers don’t think of him as a character that’s worth investing in? Keith in current prevailing klance content is given a lot of leeway, excuses and characteristics to mull over (or in the previous ask ppl like that give him positive canon Lance traits) but Lance is just… there in their content. He’s canon alluranceLance but to keith: to be the support and make Keith feel better or loved or simp over without any nuance or reciprocal. His complex canon traits and the early deeper fandom traits are just given away because his role is just Keith’s love interest or, worst, to be the asshole that Keith rises above and be superior to but also falls in love.

And it’s more blatantly clear when they on the occasion just replace Lance with any other character in their content and it’s literally a cut and paste same character but different names. There’s no investment, no thought to Lance’s person and there’s no love to him when you can just replace him with hunk/matt/lotor/allura/etc with Keith and it’s the same dynamic, same relationship and Keith reacts the same way.

People can have their opinions blah blah but I feel like the popular opinion on Lance in the klance fandom had really deteriorated for the worst since allurance. Like people feel like they can’t be mad at allura because they don’t want to be seen as something (which is true cause it’s not alluras fault) but taking it out on the male character who equally was a victim of bad writing is A-okay and passable. I rather they just find a different ship for keith and leave lance out of it if they dont even like him or make an OC to be shipped with Keith and be done with it.

Okay. (deep inhale) Hold my beer.

Holy shit this is really sad.

And honestly a bit problematic in my opinion, if you look at it from a deeper level.

Because people not being able to find the good traits in Lance’s character (that are definitely there, like wtf) means that they (like the showrunners) are operating with the mindset that people have to be the best at something to have value.

One of the most interesting things about Lance’s character for me was his insecurities. Mainly, how he didn’t think he was contributing anything to the team because he felt like everyone around him was better.

But what would happen if you took Lance out of the equation?

The team would still function, yes.  But they would function as coworkers, thrown into a situation and forced to get along because they had no other choice. 

Lance was the human aspect of the team, and that is just as important as being tech savvy, or a skilled fighter.

And I cannot stress enough how important it is for people to understand that they still have worth; that they can still contribute even if they aren’t The Best.

And oh, yeah, there’s the little thing about how there literally wouldn’t be Voltron at all if Lance wasn’t there?  Like in terms of contribution, thaaaaaaaat’s a pretty big one. 

Also damn, it’s doing such a disservice to Keith’s character if people are writing him in such a way where his partner is just there to simp of fawn over him. To me, that seems extremely out of character and honestly just plain boring.

Any kind of relationship is only good if both parties are getting an equal amount out of it.

Klance is good imo because they work well together.

Keith grew up an orphan, never feeling like he belonged anywhere. Always being the one to leave first. Lance grew up with strong family values, but a ton of personal insecurities about not feeling good enough/ constantly being compared to others.

Keith embodies self-worth to Lance. Lance embodies home and family to Keith. They inspire each other, learn to trust each other, and challenge each other.  But most importantly, they take no shit from each other.

I think this is where a writer would lose me if they are writing “Lance” who could easily be replaced by any other character, because the fun part of writing anything is learning to write the different ways characters might view the world or react to situations.

I get that some of these stories are most likely just Keith-glorification fics - and whatever, people can write what they write - but it will always be more interesting to me if someone actually takes the time to write a well-rounded character instead of just a space filler to just exist in the orbit of the character they really want to write.

And, look, I think I also deserve an award for waiting until the end to mention that the entire time, the gossipy bitch inside me was slamming her hand against the table demanding to know who this popular klance writer was you mentioned (out of sheer curiosity).  But in all honesty I’m glad you kept it anonymous. :)

[antuanimefan]

Recently I got myself into the Criminal Minds hole, and I've gathered some things that I may or may not understand.

Bit of backstory. A few years ago, I was watching TV and came across The Mentalist series, which I really liked at that time, and after I got somehow bored with my obsession I had a thought to search something similar.

Lucky for me, I've come across Criminal Minds. At that time I wasn't playing favorites or having much thought about it, but because of tik tok I gave a chance again, and started rewatching it. Usually, I get bored with long series, but somehow this series hits some things on my list.

Now, the things that I've seen the fans do and say that I don't understand.

1. Simp for Will. I don't have anything with the actor, but I don't find him that attractive? He looks nice but not enough to say he is freakishly handsome. I personally don't like his character that much and tbh in some seasons he feels like he doesn't belong there, but the writers had to do something with him. I also know the rumor that the writers tried to kill him many times but somehow they let him live. In season 16 too is the beginning of an idea to kill him.

2. Hate JJ. I know that her confession was out of nowhere and out of character, but somehow I think the writers had an idea, and not enough episodes to run it. It was weird? Yes. Unexpected? Maybe. Didn't make any sense? Debateble. The thing that made the hate be possible is the fact that the writers made "mother and family woman" be the entire personality of JJ, forgetting that she was an interesting character before that, and the whole confession thing was seen as a betrayal to that "personality". The haters have to understand that over the seasons you rarely see JJ being able to express her emotions. She usually helds them until she can't. Seeing her best friend getting trough things that she can't help with or save him is something that messes you up, and accounting the fact that we know JJ sister committed, she was scared of losing someone again. Feelings may come in these situations, que to the time Will was in danger and JJ accepted to marry him, although she didn't like the idea. Also being at a gun point is a stressful situation. Is not a bad idea what the writers did, but the execution is shitty. They could've made her and Will break up or make their relationship be in shambles, smth to make sense. So hate the writer, not the character.

3. Babying Reid but sexualising him. This one is quite funny cause he doesn't like to be babyied. There are some fans who are really aggressive in protecting Reid, some of them are JJ haters and they have a problem with everyone that "dares" to say that Reid made mistakes in the past as well as any other character. Some are like that, but other add to the protection the sexualising. I don't understand why would you baby him, but the next second say something so out of character of him. I know headcanon exists but damn I've seen some assumptions that were so disturbing. Please keep the fantasies to a minimum.

4. The obsession with prison Reid. I guess bet on the fans to find something so traumatic be so sexy? Jesus

5. The writers and their inconsistencies. Here I think is easy to understand so no need to explain.

6. Luke and Matt. I think they are nice characters, but they feel like something to fill a void. Which is sad, tbh. Because you can make a character be something else and still have the same characteristics of another character. Luke for example, make his character, don't try to make him be like Morgan because is not easy. Every, character in that show, up until season 11 has been there for a while, and the roles they have, they're not just that. At one point the character gets some things that the actor makes and imprints on it. Like with Reid and his mismatched socks because MGG wears them like that. Or Shemar who is a natural flirt etc. Matt is a successful family man but we already have someone who has a successful family life. Make them different and interesting.

7. Not respecting other ships. I've seen fans who are Jemily or Jeid shippers that get constant hate by the Jill shippers(I know that there are other ships, but this one I saw recently) . What's canon is canon and rarely can be changed, but like I said headcanon exists. I personally think that you can enjoy every ship you want without troubles. You want to ship Jeid? Do it. You want to ship Morgan and Reid? Do it. You keep the og ships? No problem, but don't disturb others.

8. X character is superior. Every character is different, and every character has some things you may or may not like. Coming to compare a character with another, when they don't have anything similar, is an asshole move. Enjoy your character and be nice.

And that's about it.

[one-vivid-judgment]

can we get some headcanons (sfw and nsfw are cool) for Kuroiwa? I need him so bad

I desire the raincoat psychopath so much, oh God you don't even know. "I could fix him" this, "I could make him worse" that. Well, I see the man and realize he cannot be fixed and that's actually great cause the murders are what makes him sexy to me. Also, Matt Mercer's voice, but that's just me being a simp LMAO

Congratulations on being the only person this man likes! You don’t even know how exactly you did it. You were sure he hated you like he hates everybody else, really. And to be fair, absolutely nothing about his behavior changed when he noticed he liked you like that, so how were you supposed to know? Well, actually no, something did change: he smiles now. Teeny, tiny smidges of a smile, but genuine ones, unlike the ones he puts on in front of his coworkers.

He is not about to call you cheesy pet names or wax poetics. What he will do is show you off. All his coworkers know you, if only because he insists on making it pretty clear that you are his and no one better try anything funny on you. God knows what he will do if anyone does, especially poor Ayabe. Yes, he is a possessive son of a bitch, sue him. He never claimed to be the opposite.

Good thing is: as long as Kuroiwa is with you, you are safe. An asshole trying to hit on you? Annoying barker trying to recruit you and won’t leave you alone? Or, God forbid, worst case scenario, a pervert tries to feel you up or anything worse? Not around him. Hell, even if Kuroiwa is not around, he will find out somehow, and with his track record, those people are not safe. Then again, it was deserved. You hurt someone he loves, you get what’s coming to you.

Dom, dom, dom, dom. Never will he ever be a sub. Oh, you can try, but that will only make him more determined to punish you. Kuroiwa expects nothing less than absolute obedience. Unless you need to tap out, he doesn’t want to hear anything that isn’t ‘yessir’. Act defiant, get a punishment. Not even necessarily a spanking either; he prefers a belt for that, but he may also just fuck you until he comes, then leave you to take care of yourself with a toy. Not about to give a brat an orgasm if they don’t deserve it.

A huge masochist, oh God you don’t even know. You can scratch him until it draws blood, chomp down on his shoulder, yank at his hair as hard as you can and it won’t faze him. If anything, the pain will turn him on more. Honestly, he’s probably had to endure worse than that, so anything you can do to him is most likely child’s play in comparison. Also, considering how he didn’t drop dead at the end of Judgment until he had been shot MULTIPLE times? He can handle it, he’s fine.

Has probably called you up to his office more than once to fuck there. Bending you over on his desk or getting a blowjob under it, he doesn’t mind. He probably has a bit of an exhibitionist streak, let’s be honest, that’s why he does it. That’s also why he has suggested having sex in back alleys a few times; to be fair, you were both a bit tipsy and he had been pent up for a while.

[ladylooch]

Going to research the age of the players before coming to ask if you would write to them 🙈😂

But anyway, would you be comfortable writing to someone below?

Frederik Andersen Anthony Beauvillier Mathew Dumba Pierre-Luc Dubois William Nylander Ryan Graves John Marino

Hahahaha I love this commitment :) The age thing is like my one big rule and only because I feel like a creep even thinking of simping on younger players. Those Fantilli kids make me do double takes tho. Not gonna lie.

Of this list, I would say yes to Anthony Beauvillier, for now.

It isn't that I have an issue with the others, I am not familiar enough with them or their teams. Minus Matt Dumba who is more of a brother figure in my eyes than anything else. Love him as our MN Wild hype boy... for like the next day basically. We'll miss ya Dumbs! Maybe PLD will become available when I get to watch him more this season! GKG!

[burnitalldownism]

PSA

Hey everyone. I’m not huge on Tumblr…I’ve a fairly respectable follower count and have had a few posts blow up for the right and/or wrong reasons. I’m also not super interactive on social media generally, my blog/page .etc are very much one-sided conversations.

Doesn’t mean I don’t know who follows me and interacts with my posts. Lotta newbies from a few popular posts in recent months (including the one that got TERFblr mad…thanks for advertising me to new followers ye Matt Walsh simps ✌️) so welcome to you all.

But for all of you. It took a long time for me to cultivate my approach and response to hateful shite in my social media experience. I used to go down rabbit holes and engage engage engage with them. Took a long time for me to reach this point where I can engage and disengage effortlessly while taking the absolute piss out of them. Coz I realised that what they crave is engagement. They need to spread the virus of their “beliefs”. It’s not shared to educate or to uplift, it’s only spread for the furtherance of their desired end result.

So I decided that absolutely yes, the hate must be challenged. The anti-reality, anti-fact, anti-science must be confronted and held up as horseshite. Not for them because they’re Alex Jones Soyppl cultists. But for you folk and anyone else who might stumble across my reblog or the notes on theirs.

But once that’s accomplished? No point. They won’t change their minds til they get a brick to the head. So once it’s been held up and countered…bye-bye 👋

I’m in a good place where I can do this, and it’s easy for me coz I’ve no skin in the game. But if you’re not up for it…if you haven’t the spoons for it…don’t. Just ignore them, or reblog and then block.

Look after yourselves first and foremost my wonderfuls.

Bonus Pirate Kitty 🏴‍☠️ 🐱

[bellaxgiornata]

Ahhh omg thank you!! ❤️ He is a huuuge simp for Emily in this one, I almost want to say moreso than he is for Reader in FFTD 🙈 But yes, there are definitely heavier topics in this story for sure. I'm glad you enjoyed it even with those topics!

I loved the idea of her not knowing her rooftop friend was Matt the whole damn time. So much so that I'm using it again in Keep Coming Back to You (except Reader and Matt's dynamic at that point in that story will be tense which will make her relationship with the Devil interesting). And I'm glad you liked the OCs!! And yes her ex is a piece of trash 🗑 But omg yes it is a very slowburn but with lots of sexual tension between the two!

It was definitely difficult pulling from my own experiences at times with this story. This was based off of a trauma that happened to me a few years back that I had mostly accepted and overcome, but some things happened recently that brought all of that back up and it has been on a temporary hiatus but I am so close to finishing that story! But thank you so much, friend ❤️ And I'm glad you enjoyed the story! I plan to finish it so I can give Emily and Matt (because he's a little more broken in this story than I usually write him) their happy ending! 🙃

And I finally have a tentative banner for my last Matt Murdock x OFC story Caught in the Undertow! For those who are fans of Falling For the Devil and don't mind an original female character as opposed to Reader insert, this is an angsty story with a lot of mutual pining and sexual tension. Emily has no idea her best friend Matt Murdock is also her strange rooftop friend of the past two years the Devil--the one she has a crush on and has been confiding in for years. But eventually she figures it out... This story is 18+ and contains smut, angst, sexual tension, violence, domestic violence, depression, and mentions of miscarraige/abortion. It is currently only on AO3 and is just over 100k words. Heed the tags!

Summary: Eight months ago Emily Diehl moved from Hell’s Kitchen to the Upper West Side as her wedding photography business successfully took off. But between her recent, traumatic break up with an ex who won't leave her alone and her increased workload, she's lost touch with her friends, family, and herself. Struggling through grief and depression, Emily ends up confiding in one of her best friend's and former crush along with her old neighborhood's mysterious vigilante, Daredevil–-though Emily doesn't realize the two are one in the same. Every day she is left wondering what it will take to find herself again. And as she slowly finds her way back, she's beginning to wonder just why Daredevil cares so much...