#matt imagine

[petertingle-yipyip]

BABY SAID - MATT MURDOCK

Pairing: matt x reader

Word Count: 1,976

Summary (request): Hey, may I make a Matt x Reader request. Foggy wants to meet Matt's new girlfriend. Foggy and Karen are supposed to meet you at Josie's. (You and Matt have a little plan to annoy Foggy.) You arrive later than the others and walk past the trio, foggy notices you and flirts with you. The idea came to me with the quote // Matt Murdock : How would I even know she's a beautiful woman? Foggy Nelson : I don't know. It's kinda spooky, actually. But if there's a stunning woman with questionable character in the room, Matt Murdock's gonna find her, and Foggy Nelson is gonna suffer.

“Are you sure?” You asked from the car, phone to your ear as you leaned on your steering wheel. “What if they hate me?”

“They won’t hate you.” He laughed. “I’ll make sure they know it was my idea.”

“Yeah, what a great first impression. I look like that girl and you look like a two timer.. You really think they’ll believe you’re a cheater?”

“It’s not gonna be like that.” He laughed again. “I haven’t told them we’re together together. They think it’s just one dates here and there.”

“And you’re positive they’ll think it’s funny?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Probably? Matt!” You whined.

“Sweetheart, I promise, it’ll be okay.”

“Fine.” You huffed and turned the key to shut off the car. “I’ll be in in a minute.”

You dropped your phone to your lap and pulled down your visor to check yourself in the mirror. You seemed put together enough. Hair looked good, makeup fresh. You sighed and slammed the visor up before grabbing your purse and exiting your vehicle. You chirped the alarm and dropped the keys in your purse as you headed into Josie’s.

You scanned the place and found Matt with who you assumed were his friends back at the pool table. You were meeting Matt’s friend for the first time and he had the brilliant idea that morning to pretend that you weren’t his girlfriend. He wanted you to come up and flirt with him to get a reaction from his friends before he would tell them anything. It sounded fun enough earlier, but as you sat at the bar, your stomach twisted into tight knots.

You were absolutely terrified that his friends wouldn’t find it funny. What if they thought you were a homewrecker? What if they didn’t want anything to do with you after that? Your anxious thoughts and tapping on the bar top came to a screeching halt when someone sat next to you.

“Hey.” He said kindly. You jumped slightly and turned your head so quick you thought you’d given yourself whiplash. You recognized him as Matt’s friend, Foggy.

“Hi.” You said carefully. “Any chance you know how to get a drink in this place? Bartender hasn’t even looked this way.” You tried with a nervous smile.

“Oh, yeah!” He grinned, happy to help. “What were you looking to get?”

“Something with bourbon.” You glanced around to find Matt turned towards you with a small smirk. “Probably a double.”

“Easy.” Foggy nodded before successfully waving down the bartender and ordering for you. “I’m Foggy, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.” You smiled kindly as your drink came out. “You seem to know your way around here.”

“Me and my buddies come here all the time.. I'd introduce you but…”

“But?” Your brows raised in interest while you dipped your drink.

“You see that guy over there?” He pointed over your shoulder and you swiveled in your seat to see him point at Matt. “That’s Matt.”

“Why the glasses?” You feigned ignorance.

“He’s blind.”

“Is that why you won’t introduce me?”

“No.” He laughed awkwardly. “No, not at all. See, he has this thing where he just knows when a beautiful woman is around.”

“Ah.” You nodded and turned back to Foggy. “And you think that’d be a problem?”

“Yeah.” He laughed with a nod. “Definitely.”

“Oh c’mon.” You tried with a mischievous smile, the knots in your stomach now loosening due to the liquor. “I think it’d be fun.”

Foggy sighed slightly and ran a hand over his face. You pursed your lips slightly and gave a small lift to your brows to make your eyes a little bigger to silently plead for Foggy to let you. His head dropped as he muttered to himself before he excused himself with the promise of returning.

“This just got interesting.” You mumbled into your glass as you watched Foggy talk to Matt and Karen. He gestured over to you and you sent a small wave in return. When the conversation dragged on, you grabbed your drink and headed over to join them which caused them to aggressively shush each other.

“Please.” You smiled. “Don’t stop on my account.”

“Hi. I’m Karen.” Karen smiled and offered you a hand from the other side of the pool table.

“Nice to meet you.” You grinned and shook her hand. “How do you know these guys?”

“We work together.”

“Cool. What do they do?”

“Lawyers.” Matt spoke up and the smoothness of his voice made your stomach flip. “We actually have our own firm, Nelson and Murdock.”

“Oh, I think I’ve heard of you guys.” You said quickly, as if a sudden realization. “You do a lot of local work, right That’s pretty cool.”

“You think so?” Matt’s brows raised as he gave you a small smirk.

“Yeah, I always thought being a lawyer would be cool but I can’t argue without crying.” You shrugged. “Instead, I just do hobbies and be an EMT.”

“Like a paramedic?” Karen asked.

“On the way.” You nodded. “Few more courses and tests, probably about a year's worth of work, give or take.”

“That’s so cool!”

“Thanks. Are you a lawyer too?”

“Office manager.” She nodded.

“But she does some really great research and investigating.” Foggy chimed in proudly, pointing a finger at his friend. “Don’t sell yourself short, Page.”

She put her hands up in surrender and you both laughed.

“So Ms. EMT, gotta be pretty good with your hands then.” Matt teased and you pushed your tongue against your cheek to block the smile. “For dressing wounds and giving care. That kind of stuff.”

“Y’know, I’ve yet to have a complaint so I gotta be doing something right.” Your head tilted and he grinned. “And you? You a hot shot lawyer or does your friend do it better?”

Matt chuckled slightly and wagged a finger at you before turning away to get his drink from the table. You blew out a small breath of relief before leaning against the pool table, sipping your own drink again. Foggy came up beside you in the meantime.

“Sorry about him.” He said nervously and you saw Matt turn back with an offended expression. You used your free hand to cover your mouth in an effort to hide your smile. “Told you, sixth sense.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment… I think?” You joked and Foggy laughed. “It’s really okay. He seems nice.”

“That’s how it starts.” Foggy sighed. “Next thing you know, he’s smooth taking you back to his apartment.”

“I’ll be careful.” You nodded. “Are you as smooth as him?”

“Lucky for you, I taught him everything he knows.” Foggy grinned. “He’s like my padawan and I’m his Yoda.”

“Jedis.” Your brows raised in interest and Foggy laughed. “I would’ve guessed that one was a sith.” You whispered as if a secret.

“Well he’s Catholic so..”

“Ah.” You nodded. “A vanilla jedi then.”

Foggy laughed and you took a glance at Matt, who was trying to keep his smirk back while crossing his arms over his chest. You tipped your drink towards him as a toast and you saw the way his body language shifted, accepting the challenge you unintentionally laid out.

“Hey, can I steal her for a second?” Karen said, suddenly at your side. “It’s just, there’s some makeup on the collar of her shirt.”

“Oh shit. Really?” You jumped up quickly and set down your drink, tugging your shirt to try and see what she meant.

“Don’t worry, it happens to me all the time. I can help.”

“Thank you.” You sighed and let her pull you into the restroom.

You leaned into the mirror but couldn’t find anything on your shirt. You turned back to Karen in confusion but she was wringing her hands.

“Everything okay?” You asked carefully. “I get the feeling the makeup thing was just a clever excuse.”

“Yeah, no, you’re fine. You look great.” She smiled quickly.

“Thanks… So what’s wrong?”

“Well… I think Matt has a girlfriend.”

“Oh..”

“He hasn’t said anything officially but he’s been on a few dates with her and just has this look after he talks to her on the phone, y’know. Anyways, um, I just… He’s charming, sure, but…”

“Right.” You nodded. “I totally understand. I didn’t mean to overstep. I was just going off what he was doing… Thanks for telling me.”

She nodded quickly before following you back to the boys. You liked that Karen stood up for your unconfirmed relationship. It really showed you could trust her. 

“… Matt Murdock’s gonna find her. And Foggy Nelson’s gonna suffer.” Foggy ranted, not noticing you two had returned. “Besides, what about that girl you’re always calling?”

“Sounds like someone’s committed.” You announced, getting both boys’ attention. “If that’s how you talk to me, I can only imagine how you talk to your special lady friend.”

“I bet you’ll have fun with that thought.” Matt countered smoothly and you flattened your palms against the side of the pool table. His brows raised and he mimicked your stance.

“What would she have to say about that?”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Okay, guys, maybe we-“ Karen tried before looking to Foggy for help while trying to pull you back.

“Dude!” Foggy urged and smacked his friend’s arm. “What are you doing?”

“I’d tone it down, Murdock.” You warned as you reached across for your drink before you straightened. “You’re not being a very good Catholic. Isn’t adultery a sin?”

“Dear God.” Matt mumbled and stood tall, backing away a few steps.

“So, Foggy.” You said when the silence got thick. “How’d you two meet?”

“We met in college. He was my roommate.” Foggy explained, patting his friend on the back. “It’s like we were soulmates.”

“Sounds like your girl’s got some competition.” You laughed. “Does she know how deep this bromance goes?”

“I’d hope so.” Foggy nodded with a small shrug. “But we won’t know till he makes a move.”

“She’s a lucky girl.” You said honestly. “With a guy like that and new friends like you two… What else could a girl want?”

“Y’know, you’re more than welcome to keep joining us.” Foggy offered.

“Yeah, I’d love to be friends.” You grinned and Matt smiled proudly.

After a little while of conversation, the boys were drinking more than you and Karen were. You laughed as Foggy stumbled to the jukebox and sent up five songs that he “just had to dance to”. He grabbed Karen’s hand, which left Matt to come and get yours.

“You like dancing?” He said quietly in your ear as he pulled you against his chest.

“With the right partner.” You answered with the same tone. “I like your friends. Karen’s a real girl’s girl and Foggy’s real nice.”

“Yeah, I think they like you too.”

“And I like how they seem to already know that you’re taken without you saying it.” You smiled and he blushed slightly.  “Are you gonna say it?”

“That you’re my girlfriend?” His brows raised and you hummed in agreement. “I’d scream it from the rooftops if you wanted me to.”

“You would not.” You giggled.

“Mhmm. And if someone asked why, I’d tell them because my baby said so.”

“Your baby?” Foggy asked loudly and his sudden appearance made you jump. “This is the girl?” He nearly yelled.

“Hi.” You waved awkwardly.

“So wait.” Karen laughed slightly. “All that flirting was on purpose?”

“Yeah… But I appreciate you pulling me aside before.” You said honestly.

“Ohmygod?” Foggy continued. “I almost flirted with your girlfriend.” He whispered loudly to Matt.

“Almost?” You questioned with a laugh.

“Here to break it to you, buddy.” Matt deadpanned before breaking into a laugh. “It’s fine. We planned for that.”

“WHAT!?” Foggy yelled and you laughed again.

You were fully confident that you had a good group around you now. 

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[sturniozo]

Savage Love

Matt Sturniolo x reader Mafia AU

Summary: After a night out with her friends, Y/n wakes up in a hotel bed with a handsome stranger with no memory of the night before. Pieceing together what she can, she finds the man she woke up with wasn’t just some stranger, but the most powerful man in New York.

A/N: I’m basing all of my mafia knowledge on watching the god father when I was six and that one episode of community with the chicken fingers. Other than that I have no clue how mafia works so this might not be as good as you hope but hey I tried. Tell me if you want me to continue this though! I had fun writing it!

Masterlist

I never go out with my friends and I felt bad about it for a long time. But today, Emma convinced me to go dancing with her at a club in New York. I’ve been in the city many times, as I live just outside of it, in a small apartment above a bookshop. But the city of New York still terrifies me, especially at night. There’s a rumor of a secret organization that controls just about everything in the city, and if you cross the man at the top then you’re done for.

Of course, these are just rumors and haven’t actually been proven. I have nothing to fear, right?

Now I’m sitting in front of Emma’s vanity mirror getting ready as she does my hair.

“Oh you should totally wear it down! Curl it a bit, let it hang over your shoulders. You might hook up tonight, you never know.” Emma teases as she messes with my hair. I finish curling my lashes and then turn to her.

“I don’t think I’ll hook up at all. I’m just not the type.” I shrug and stand up, switching places with Emma as she sits in front of her vanity mirror to do her own makeup.

“Well, I am the type.” She says as she starts with contour. I walk into the bathroom and plug in the curling iron to heat it up.

“You can hook up with any guy you want.” I say to Emma. “Just make sure he wraps it. I don’t want to be an aunt so soon.” I laugh.

Emma and I have been best friends since fourth grade. She’s my polar opposite, although we have the same dreams. We’re both journalists writing for a small newspaper outlet right outside of New York.

Emma’s the type to do things we’re doing now almost every day. She always tells me about all the big parties and exclusive events and venues she’s attended. She’s talk to, and slept with, many of the biggest people in multiple industries to get information for her articles.

I take a different approach. My stories come from the smaller people. The homeless and the struggling. I try to bring attention to the lower class of America.

I bet you can guess whose stories get published. Hence why I live in a small apartment above a bookshop, and Emma has a penthouse.

“God, I know. I can’t handle having a baby now. I’m only 20 for Pete’s sake!” Emma laughs and sets down her makeup brush. She turns to me and says “But I need to sleep with someone big and important tonight. I’m dying here, I haven had a story published in almost two weeks!”

I sigh. Two weeks is nothing. Try five months. I’m basically just a consultant at this point.

Emma turns back to the mirror to finish her makeup. I check the curling iron and it’s nice and hot, so I begin to curl the ends of my hair. Just a little curly at the edge.

Emma gets up from the mirror and starts shutting off lights and electronics around her penthouse. I unplug the curling iron and walk into the front room to put on my shoes and grab my purse. Emma shut off the last light and we walk out of the penthouse. She locks the door and we get into the elevator, going down to the front desk.

Emma has an Uber waiting for us. The great thing about Emma is, no matter how much more she has than me, she always gives and never asks for any in return. It’s always been this way. She’s the sweetest friend I’ve ever had. She’s also the most ruthless journalist I’ve ever met.

We get into the Uber and the driver starts for the city. It’s a long drive, one that me and Emma use to our advantage and try to find out who’s the most important person attending the party.

“Oh my god!” Emma says after a long silence of us just looking at our phones.

“What is it, who will be there?” I ask frantically.

“Matt Sturniolo!”

I look at her, confused. “Who’s that?”

“Who’s that? WHO’S THAT? Matt Sturniolo is only the most powerful guy in New York!”

“That can’t be true, how come I’ve never heard of him?”

“Because you focus on who can help the lower class. He can’t help them, it’s not in his power.”

“Then he doesn’t have much power.”

“Oh, he has power. He has all the power. It’s his rumor that he’s the one who controls all the important somebody’s in New York. I gotta make it my mission to sleep with him. God, I bet he’s good in bed.” She says to herself.

I let out a laugh. “What story do you plan together by sleeping with him?”

“I want to know if the rumor is true, duh!” She laughs and lightly hits my shoulder.

We arrive at the venue. It’s large and the music is blaring. We step out of the car and I lean to Emma and say loudly so she can hear me over the music “The most powerful man in New York is gonna be here?” I laugh. “This doesn’t look like a scene you’d catch someone so important in.”

“Trust me, he’ll be here. Steph said so, and she’s always right!” Emma says back. She takes my hand and drags me through the line, showing the bouncer a VIP pass for both her and I. They let us in and Emma immediately drags me to the bar.

“Two vodka martinis!” She says to the bartender. The bartender nods and begins our drinks. I turn around to look at all the people dancing. Men in half dressed suits grinding on women in the shortest dresses. This is what Emma does every day? I understand the appeal, but the loud music and the flashing lights just aren’t for me.

We get our drinks and Emma takes me to a table to sit down at. “So what do we do now?” I ask.

“We mingle!” She shouts and raises her hands in the air.

The rest of the night that I can still remember was filled with drinking and Emma talking to numerous people, always asking about the guy who’s name I can no longer remember due to my copious consumption of alcohol. The last thing I remember was talking to a tall, handsome, dark haired man with beautiful light blue eyes.

~

I awake with a pounding headache. I raise my head from my pillow and slowly open my eyes, groaning from the pain. I look around and realize, this is not my bedroom. This is not Emma’s bedroom. I have no clue where I am. I scan the room and my eyes fall on a strange man sitting on the couch. I gasp and he looks up at me.

“Good, you’re awake. I was wondering if I’d have to drop you at the emergency room.” He laughs to himself.

I sit up fully in the bed. “Who are you? Where am I?” I ask frantically.

“My names Matt, and-“ I stop him

“Oh my god.”

“It’s fine just-“

“Oh god what happened?”

“Nothing, I-“

“I was drunk!”

“I know, that’s why I-“

“Tell me I didn’t. We didn’t.”

“Would you let me fucking speak?” He yells. “I didn’t fucking touch you, okay? You were dancing on a table and your friend had gone home with some guy so I got you a hotel room. You could barely stand and you just passed out on the bed.” He finishes with a huff.

I stare up at him in shock. “So we didn’t”

“No. We didn’t.” He pauses. “But we could.” He says with a smirk.

A blush appears on my cheeks and my breath shakes “What?” I ask

“Well you’re an attractive girl, I wouldn’t mind it.” He laughs. “But I have a meeting in an hour, so it’ll have to be another time. Want my number while you think about it?” He asks and before I can answer he hands me a card. “I got an Uber waiting for you whenever you’re ready to go home, it’s already paid for. Just do whatever you need to before you leave.” He says, clearly insisting I shower and eat. “And tell the driver where you need to go. Don’t forget to call, doll face.” He says before leaving and closing the door behind him.

I look down at the card he had handed me.

‘Matt Sturniolo.’ With an address and phone number.

Tags: @stargirlsturniololover (the one who came up with the idea for Mafia!Matt) @sturniolobessed

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[maggiemoomoo]

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary - Dr. Matthew Sturniolo is a world-renowned scientist best known for his experiments that are deranged, grotesque and just downright insane. Due to his contributions that stemmed from his research, he has successfully obtained the title "The Mad Scientist". Y/n L/n became so enamored by Dr. Sturniolo's crazy experiments and his eccentric nature that she worked her way through her connections in the scientific community to become his personal apprentice. Unfortunately, his insatiable appetite for the unnatural and the impossible has reared it's head towards her direction and it seems to want her to satisfy it.

Warnings! - smut, spit, praise, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), doctor/professor/boss kink, dumbification, dirty talking, a little bit of power play?, mentions reader being injected with a needle but is very brief, mentions reader passing out, talks about using a body for experiments however none of that actually takes place!!!, descriptions of strange experiments and decor, I truly don't think y'all have anything to worry about even if you're squeamish but I just thought I would mention it anyway, slight aftercare

I race across the university campus straining to pull on my pristine white lab coat over my pajamas. It's a few minutes past two in the morning as I make my way to Dr. Sturniolo's laboratory. Along with the amazing opportunities that this job encompasses, it also requires frequent late-night calls to his lab once he makes progress with an experiment.

Although he gets plenty of good press applauding him for his advancements, he also has many people in the world who condemn him for his heinous acts. To most, his experiments that push the boundaries of the world that we know today are disgusting and he should be locked away for just his thoughts alone. Thank God the university donors funnel enough money into the program to keep him going, albeit in a secret lab away from the general public so he can continue to pursue his passion without interference.

I enter the building where his lab is held and begin to descend the stairways into the basement where he is currently holed up. I always find myself having a little pep in my step when he calls me up to come to the lab. Excited to see his newest creation but also to see his gorgeous eyes that had a glint of insanity in them paired with those delectably plump lips and adorable undereye bags that were gifted from the many sleepless nights he spent down there.

I definitely consider myself lucky considering I bagged one of the most unique and exciting jobs on the Earth. Well, lucky for the most part. Thanks to getting top marks in school and already having quite a knack for the weird and unusual parts of science. Always bouncing off the walls at being able to dissect frogs in biology, being first in line to sign up for forensic classes, or even just enjoying the art of making something that was once thought impossible, possible. I'm sure the doctor saw my potential and that I also possess, even if it's just a fraction, some of the craziness that he holds in his pretty head.

The doctor and I have a unique but close relationship, spending a lot of time in closed quarters, hours in the lab theorizing and experimenting, mostly me just following him around like a lost puppy and watching him work his magic. It hasn't gone unnoticed that the breathable tension that flows between us is getting stronger.

The past few weeks have been hugs, slight touches and him leaning over my shoulder breathing in the same air as me while I scribble notes for him. Him giving me pet names that make me subtly clench my thighs and him flashing me dangerous smiles that really make me question if I should cross the boundaries between a boss and his apprentice.

I finally pass the last threshold after scanning my university badge numerous times to get through the security checkpoints. I throw open the door to the lab and am met with an almost pitch-black room except for a slight cobalt blue hue that illuminates the space coming from a large tank that is holding one of his latest experiments that lies toward the center of the lab.

It's freezing cold as per usual but due to my rushing I didn't bother to put on a long sleeve or even pants on. Being donned in a tank top, pajama shorts, fuzzy socks, and my lab shoes, I realize I look incredibly disheveled and utterly ridiculous. I didn't even comb my hair before running over here and honestly, the doctor would be the last person to worry about that.

He almost lives in his lab as he spends all his time here. He has seen me in my best and worst state as I am often called to come to the lab in the late hours of the night when I am asleep or trying to continue to finish my research notes.

Due to the chill, I try rubbing my hands over my covered arms to try and generate some heat from the friction. I don't hear any noise and I don't see the doctor anywhere working.

"Doctor?", I ask slowly walking around the lab and pausing at the tank.

The bright blue liquid contains a single chimp who looks to be in a deep sleep state. He floats around slowly alongside the tiny bubbles that accompany him. The doctor's latest experiment features one of the things that humanity has always wanted to figure out - cloning. He has successfully cloned several species such as rats, bunnies, and even raccoons and we are slowly working our way up getting closer and closer to human cloning.

This has been a top-secret operation that has consumed all of our time and effort and I would be a liar if I were to say that all this time spent together in close proximity hasn't made my attraction for him grow ten-fold. Getting a front-row seat to him working constantly, watching him lick his lips and bite them in concentration, push his luscious hair back when he's stressed, and even his arms and hands that become covered in veins when he's been notetaking a little too long. I am utterly surprised at the amount of self-control I've accumulated from trying to resist throwing him on the lab counter and defacing it completely.

"Sir? I'm here, where'd ya go?", I called out again turning away from the tank. I hear slight rustling and look towards to lining of shelves at the back of the lab. Matt moves around one of shelves holding a small box of empty petri dishes in one hand and in the other is holding a beaker with a strange purple liquid. He's looking at his feet and mumbling to himself inaudibly as he moves closer to me.

"There's my smart girl!", he exclaims when he looks up and sees me. I can't contain the slight blush that crawls on my cheeks and warms my face. This has been the newest nickname he's been fixated on lately and I definitely don't mind it.

He takes a swig from the beaker with the strange liquid and quickly presses a slight kiss on the crown of my head before heading towards one of the lab counters. "I sincerely hope that what you're drinking isn't dangerous to humans?", I quip with a raised eyebrow. "It's just juice I promise", he flashes me a smile and then holds out the beaker for me to inspect it myself. I meet him from across the counter and sniff the top of the beaker which he is still holding up for me. Hm, grape, another fixation of his recently since the local store ran out of apple juice one time a couple weeks ago when I went on a grocery run.

I give him a nod of approval and he sets down the beaker. While he messes with some of the items already set on the counter I take in his appearance. He looks more of the same, red juicy lips from licking and biting them too much, his hair messy and disheveled, and his undereye bags still present. I trail my eyes down his chest and see his grayish button-down is slightly unbuttoned at the top revealing his collarbones that I so desperately want to lick and suck on while he-

"Come here Y/n."

I'm shaken from my thoughts and move around the counter too abruptly and bump into the corner when I approach him. I let out a small hiss and stopped before him when he grabbed my hip with his warm hand under my lab coat and gently rubbed it to help soothe the pain. He pushes the microscope toward me with his other hand, and gestures for me to look through the lens. "This is what I wanted to show you." He says in a hushed voice looking at the side of my face, his hand still rubbing my hip soothingly.

I lean forward and grab a hold of the microscope, I have to adjust the lens slightly to see what is on the slide that is already inserted. When I lean forward some of my hair falls in front of my shoulder and Matt catches it with his hand that's not on my hip and gently pushes it back behind my shoulder with a soft pet to the back of my neck after to hold it in place. All these lingering touches and with how close I am to him right now are greatly breaking down my resolve quickly and I don't know if I can conjure up any self-control this time.

Once I direct my focus away from him and his gentle touches I am astounded by what I can see on the slide. I gasp lightly, "Is that...", I pause my question in shock. "An embryo? Yes it is.", he finishes my question for me. I look away from the scope into his eyes next to me and I feel a broad smile crawl onto my face. He matches my expression and we both just stare into each other's eyes in silence.

"Does this mean we are finally capable of replicating it?", I ask excitedly. He nods his head and my eyes move down to his lips when he licks them slightly. "We're getting closer and closer to the best part, all thanks to you.", he squeezes his hands that are still on my hip and the back of my neck in an affectionate manner. "Anything for you sir.", I whisper leaning closer to him.

"Hmm, anything for me huh?", he stresses as he uses his grip on me to completely close the distance between us and press me against him. I can feel a slight hardness in his pants against my pelvis and I clench my thighs at the feeling. I run my hands up his chest grasping the collar of his dress shirt that is under his own lab coat and I lean my face closer to his while using my grip on him and raising on my tiptoes.

"Yes sir, anything."

He lets out a low growl before he completely consumes my lips in a breathtaking kiss. His hand on my hip slides to my lower back under my tank top caressing the skin there. Using my hips I push even further into his bulge and when he opens his mouth emitting a groan I slide my tongue into his mouth. I can taste the grape juice he was just sipping on and in the moment it feels as if it's the most delicious thing I've ever tasted in my life.

Using the grip he has on my back to push his hips back and forth against me grinding against my lower half while he keeps my head in place with his other hand. He massages my tongue with his passionately which makes me let out whiny moans and a dripping wetness spreads into my panties.

He then turns and pushes me into the counter in front of us while still kissing me. He withdraws his tongue from my mouth and starts to kiss from the side of my lips down to my neck.

Matt is still grinding his hips into me and he starts sucking next to where his fingertips are keeping my head still. I'm moaning into the air now and my hands begin to unbutton his shirt as quickly as I can manage with how little space there is between us. Once I make it to the bottom of his shirt I untuck it completely from his dress pants.

My neck is sore at this point from the love bites he's blessed me with. He moves both of his hands to the bottom of my tank top and yanks it up and over my breasts quickly. He leans back to inspect them, moving his hands to cup each breast and feel the weight in his hands.

I'm gripping his belt tightly and holding his hips against mine keeping them from moving. I'm subconsciously afraid that I'm still in bed dreaming about him instead of being here. Present with the famous Dr. Sturniolo while his hard-on is against me and him admiring my tits in his hands.

His entire focus is drawn to them, my breathing heavy, my ribs contracting and expanding pressing against his hands. Matt's breathing is just as heavy as mine as he gently squeezes and moves his thumbs to softly circle over my areolas. My hands grip his belt tighter as he begins to pinch and twist my nipples while groping my breasts affectionately. My eyes slide closed and my head tips slightly forward at the pleasure I'm feeling.

"Look at me Y/n.", he whispers to me.

I open my eyes, half-lidded, and meet his captivating ones already looking at my own. He slowly leans down while maintaining eye contact and kitten licks my right nipple while giving me a harsh grind at the same time. He goes back to squeezing and grinding against me, sucking, licking and practically making out with my breast. Moving back and forth between them leaving kisses in his path when he moves to each one.

Matt and I were just staring at each other only breaking eye contact to blink. The intenseness of his stare increased my arousal for him and I could physically feel the admiration radiating off of his eyes. We both had a mutual psychic understanding that we both wanted and waited forever for this moment but we were grateful it was finally happening.

While he stained my skin with his kissing and licking I felt inclined to move things faster and quickly started unbuckling his belt. He felt the movement and leaned back, his hands moving slowly up from my chest to cup my neck from the back, his thumbs caressing my cheeks. I didn't remove his belt as I felt a little too turned on to bother with the specifics of getting completely naked. I just unbuttoned and unzipped his dress pants and started to pull them down just enough to palm his dick through his boxers.

He finally broke eye contact by looking down at my hand with a groan, his grip tightening on my neck and pulling my face to his to where our lips were ghosting each other and our noses were touching. "You wanna make me feel good, huh?", he asked me and bucked his dick into my hand. I squeezed him and he hissed against my lips. "Yes, sir I wanna make you proud of me.", he sees my innocent stare and growls sucking my bottom lip into his mouth quickly biting it and releasing it with a pop.

He uses the hold he has on my neck and pushes me to the ground on my knees in front of him. He removes his right hand and pushes his pants and his boxers down enough for his cock to heavily bob into the air. It's so big and beautiful and looks so delectable, my thighs pulse against each other becoming tight against my pussy.

He grips his cock and strokes it slowly, squeezing his tip hard to push a little precum out of his slit. He then rubs his tip against my lips spreading his precum around my mouth and I stick out my tongue to touch his dick and lick up the residue. He tilts my chin up a little to look into my eyes again, "Open up for me sweet girl.", he commands and I immediately part my lips enough for him to slide his dick into my mouth. He moves his right hand to the side of my head holding back some of my hair away from my face.

He pushes his hips back and forth to guide the way that he wants me to suck him. I use my tongue to smooth up and down each side and on the bottom as best as I can to heighten his pleasure, which proves difficult with how thick his cock is. Matt's moaning out loud while he uses my mouth and I feel so much satisfaction knowing that I can make my mentor feel this way. That it's me who is sucking his dick right now and letting him push himself into me.

He slides his hand on the side of my head to the back and grips my hair to pull me and press my head against the side of the table. His hand protected my head from hitting the side. Matt adjusts his position so he's leaning even more over me now, my hands move to his thighs and dig my nails into them. This new angle allows him to plow into my mouth more aggressively, fucking my face. He thrusts faster, groaning even louder and holding onto my hair tighter.

I'm gagging loudly, spit bubbles pouring out of my mouth falling down the sides of my mouth and dripping onto my chest. Trying my hardest to hold onto his thighs for leverage and pull in breaths when I can every time he trusts out. "Such a good girl letting me fuck your throat.", he groans out, I moan in response looking at him with my teary eyes.

"Deep breath baby", he says quickly pulling out to his tip for only a second while I suck in a deep inhale. He then quickly pushes all the way to the hilt my nose smashing against his pubic hair at the base of his pelvis. "Aw fuck yes, so fucking good." He moans out grinding against my lips. Tears have left my eyes and are sliding down my cheeks, my nails dig into his thighs even harder ensuring some deep crescent shapes in them. I'm not able to gag so my chest just contracts and I try to stay still to please him.

He then quickly pulls out all the way a fat dribble of spit leaves my mouth attached to the tip of his cock and falls onto my neck and chest. I let out an aggressive cough and took multiple breaths to catch up. His hold still keeping my head against the table he repeats this action over and over. Pushing in, holding and grinding, praising me, and pulling out to let me breathe. As I'm getting used to the feeling he's pulling out less and less and gradually just fucking my throat against the side of the table.

"Yes, yes, yes baby, so close just hold on f'me." His groans increase in volume along with his thrusting. I'm pushing down the feeling to gag as much as I can to satisfy him and get him to finish. Looking into his eyes I grab my tits, squeezing and pulling at my nipples to give him visuals to help him reach his finish.

He pushes all the way into my throat with the loudest and deepest moan he has expressed and spills his seed. It's impossible for me to swallow so I just close my eyes tight and pray that he'll allow me to breathe soon. He slowly pushes back and forth, his length still pulsing and pushing his cum into the back of my throat while he rides his high.

He pulls out one last time with a deep sigh and admires his work. I'm completely drenched, my eyes still leaking tears that are running down my cheeks, from the bottom of my nose to my chest is covered in a layer of spit making me shiny. He kneels down in front of me, my hands moving to the tops of his thighs and holding myself up on them to keep from toppling over.

"So proud of you baby, did so so good for me.", He sucks my lips into his own and kisses me passionately moving his hands to cup my wet cheeks. He presses kisses from my forehead to my nose to each cheek and then finally back on my lips. "My good girl, my smart, beautiful, and talented apprentice." He pets my hair smoothing it down from his hands pushing and pulling it making it messy.

Matt puts his hand on my lower back to pull me against him and reaches around me to take off my lab shoes pushing them under the table. He then stands up pulling me with him and picks me up fully to set my thighs on the counter. He grips my hips pulling me to the edge and nuzzles his nose against mine. He slides the microscope to the side and out of the way.

His hands grab my shorts and panties and pull them off in one fell swoop and drop them to the floor leaving me in just my tanktop, still sitting above my breasts, socks, and lab coat. Matt is clothed the most between us with only his shirt and pants unbuttoned. His cock still hangs heavily between us and presses against my right thigh.

He reaches between my thighs to touch my pussy which has been soaked since before I even got on my knees. His fingers circle my clit and I grind into his hand to get more friction. "You gonna let me finger this pretty pussy?" He asks with a grin on his face while his fingers speed up their circular motions. I nod my head with a loud "uh-huh" and spread my legs more to give him more room.

I lean all the way back until I'm flush with the table and Matt pushes my left thigh up to my side so he can look at his hand touching my pussy. He trails a single finger down slowly and slides it inside my entrance and I bite my lip at finally getting some inner relief. He guides it in and out slowly to prep me for his cock.

"So dirty letting me use your pretty mouth, you gonna let me use you're body?" He quips as his finger speeds up.

My head is against the table with my eyes squeezed shut and my lip between my teeth in lost pleasure. He takes his hand that's not defiling me and moves up to my face. Matt uses his thumb to pull my lip from between my teeth and press the sides of my cheeks into a slight pout. I open my eyes to find he's already watching me and when I do he slides a second finger beside the one already inside me.

"Answer me, Y/n." He finds that point within me that draws a moan from my lips. "Yes, please I'll let you do whatever you want sir!" I squeal when he roughly pushes into my cunt. I grip his torso, my hands balling up his shirt while I try to grind myself into his hand.

"You'll let me use you, huh? Use your beautiful body for my experiments?" He questions with a grin as I convulse under him.

"Yes! Yes! Use me, sir, god, please!" The pleasure is consuming me rapidly the more his words slip past his lips and into the warm air. "Always so fucking obedient Y/n. Turns me on so much when you obey me." I mewl back at his praises and slip my hands from his chest back to my tits to squish them to amplify my pleasure.

Our eyes are entranced with each other as if a tether keeps us from straying away. When he moans, I moan back in satisfaction. When his fingers curl into that delicious spot within me again, I buck my hips in tandem. We've created a rhythm with each other that's as if it's an erotic dance and I've become mesmerized by him. He's put me in bliss that has me hypnotized through his eyes, words, and fingers alone. I couldn't have been more willing to try to impress the doctor by giving him whatever he desired.

He speeds up even more as his hand moves from my cheeks to my jaw to keep me still in his hand. He leans his torso closer to mine his nose flush with mine making our stare at each other more intense. His cock still rubbing against my thigh aching to replace the spot where his fingers are currently occupied. I can feel the muscles in my abdomen tightening and my eyes are beginning to flutter at the feeling. My legs are locking up trying to push to my climax.

"Relax sweet girl, I got you." He assures me when he notices this and I immediately adhere to his command. Relaxing my muscles allows him to push his hand flush against my cunt constantly putting pressure on the spongy part inside me. Over and over he runs his fingers over that spot and when I finally orgasm, his grip on my jaw never loosens letting him see exactly what my face looks like when I cum.

He brings his lips to mine in a deep kiss, both of us breathing heavily into each other's mouths. I move my hands onto the back of his neck and his shoulder to keep him against me. He takes his soaked fingers and rubs them onto his cock as an extra lubricant, not that he needs any more as his dick is already slick from my mouth.

The kiss is sloppy, messy, and extremely dirty. Months of pining and secret looks just poured in between our lips. My admiration for my boss and his love for his little assistant has broken all boundaries and made itself known.

I feel his dick sliding through my folds hoping for more. He leans away only mere inches and a look of joy and content adorns his face. I smile back and my hands move to his cheeks and stroke them slightly. He hums as his eyes move around my face scanning me and then down towards my body as if he's memorizing how I look when I'm exasperated.

"What?" I ask with a slight giggle, "Nothing just committing you to memory." He makes eye contact with me again. I then hear a slight clink next to my head, not even realizing his hand moved away from me. I try to turn my head but his hand on my jaw is keeping me still and aligned with his face.

He pecks my lips quickly and his hold on me tightens, "Thank you, smart girl, you're so useful." Matt then turns my head to the side quickly and I feel a puncture to the side of my neck. I let out a yelp of pain as a fire spreads through my neck.

"Matt what-" I shout when the thing in my neck is removed and he turns my head back towards him. He shuses me with a finger against my lips when I start whimpering in fear. "You wanted me to use you baby and I will I promise. Just go to sleep you're okay," he says tenderly kissing my face and petting my side.

I'm crying from the spreading pain in my neck and my hands move to his shoulders trying to push him away from me but my hands begin to feel so heavy. My muscles are relaxing too much and my brain feels foggy, too drunk without any alcohol. "Hurts...please-" I'm slurring, my eyes slightly closing.

Matt is still staring sweetly at me, so much love in his eyes, his hand moves from my jaw to my hair stroking it affectionately. "I know it hurts baby, just sleep it's okay. I'm right here love." He kisses my lips again.

I'm trying to fight this feeling of succumbing and try turning my head to the side and seeing a large syringe. Whatever was in it is now inside of me and I'm cursing myself for not noticing before or maybe just not caring. My lust for my mentor overshadowed everything in front of me. Through the haze, I'm still trying to piece my thoughts together of what just happened. I realize that he really did mean what he said when he wanted to use me, just in a different way than what I had assumed.

I flop my head back into his hand that was stroking my hair and whimper more as the unbearable feeling of sleepiness clouds my head. "No.... nu-uh ple" broken words are escaping me and my hands fall onto my chest no longer being able to move them.

"Shh, it's okay Y/n. Soon enough I'll have more than one of you around to satisfy me." His eyes have moved from giving me adoring stares to having a glint of insanity. "You were always the next step my love, I was just waiting until you were ready. You are going to do so well for me I just know it." He praises me in a way that doesn't feel like a compliment.

I guess I just assumed that Matt's experiments wouldn't get to a point where I would fear for my life. That we wouldn't cross the line of ever potentially being a subject in one of his experiments. But I was wrong, I got too comfortable, too clouded and entranced by his prowess and his beauty that I am now paying for it.

The last thing my eyes could make out in front of me was Matt's face, illuminated by the soft blue light of the tank. Excited for the future and what using me and my body could mean for the world. My mind finally makes one with the darkness overwhelming me and I succumb to what my idol and mentor wanted me to be all along.

A/N - i actually really really really hate this........ i hope you all enjoy reading it maybe my writing will get better lol this seems all over the place to me. also im sorry i disappeared i was silently active on here just liking peoples posts but ill try to post more myself. i know this one was a little fucked up but i started writing it a month ago and i cant start another project unless i finish one all the way through. i have way better ideas that i want to execute for oneshots so i hope that you guys at least develop a little faith in me lol. also don't worry i will be uploading the chris series i started i just am extremely shy and not confident in my work so i posted and then chickened out ig? i dunno but anyway i love this fandom and the tumblr side of it everyone seems to be so nice and supportive and im excited to be more active in it eventually. :3 <3333333333 ᡣ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶𐭩 ♡

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[thatboisus]

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

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[bookishdreamer28]

Height difference

I hope you'll like it 👐

Mattheo is obsessed with the way his body is towering over yours. He has found himself thinking of how you'd perfectly fit in his arms many times and he can't help but feel his whole body getting hot at the very thought. From the very first moment Theodore introduced you to their group, he was instantly besotted. He was entirely mesmerized by you.

Every time you wanted to grab something that was out of your reach, he was standing closely behind you just to help you, but in reality all he wanted was to feel your small frame against his. And when you look up at him all puppy-eyed, with those eyes, he knew he was down bad already. And he knew he had fallen deeply for you.

He loved teasing you cause your reactions to his teasing were absolutely worthwhile. Seeing your flustered face was something he adored.

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"How you're doing shorty?" He said in his baritone voice and it took everything in you not to punch the smugness off of his face.

"Stop calling me shorty" you tried look mad and scary with your angry expression but Mattheo wanted to just grab your face and kiss the shit out of you.

"Ok then how about...pixie-"

"NO!" You exclaimed and walked away from him, not being able to stay any longer around his presence but one thing you didn't notice, was Mattheo laughing quietly behind you because he found your walk absolutely adorable.

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When he gets to hug you, that's when he feels like his heart will burst out. It's the way you snuggle your head in his chest, the way your arms are wrapped around his waist, and the warmth that instantly engulfing him when he feels your heart beating against him. Everything about this feeling is perfect. You just fitted perfectly.

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His most fave thing about your height difference, is when you tip toe every time you want to kiss him. He's just standing there, the corner of his lips curving upwards displaying a cheeky smile on his face as he watches you struggling while you're trying to give him a kiss.

"You know you can lean down a bit right? I can't do all the work here" you frowned as you looked up at him. He pinched you cheek softly and traced his thumb in soft circles there.

"Yeah but you have no idea how adorable you l- ouch!" You slapped his hand.

"Now, don't make me bend your head down here by force"

"I would gladly let you love" he chuckled and you smirked as you placed your forehead on your palm, sighing.

"Enough with the teasing Riddle, now kiss me" you looked up again, waiting for his lips to finally crush on yours. He felt his heart pounding like crazy against his chest.

He laughed and instead of leaning his head down, he crouched down and scooped you up into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist and he placed one hand under your thigh and the other around your waist. Kissing you was earth-shattering. The fieeling of your soft lips locking with his, was something he has been craving for so long.

Once you pulled away, you expected him to put you down but he still held you tight against him.

"Will you put me down now?" You tried to fight back a smile as you felt his hold becoming a bit tighter, his locked on you the whole time.

"Nope, I love having you like this love" he murmured against your lips and you giggled as you once again captured your lips together in a kiss which caused your eyes to flutter close and enjoy the feeling.

Thank you for reading!!

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[hysteria-things]

MATT'S STREAM

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and chris’ relationship isn’t out to the public just yet. when he’s on stream with matt, you tease him.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, teasing, dry humping, cock warming, degradation if you squint, p in v, semi-public (?)

ASSUME YOU'RE ON THE PILL!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,521

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hiii i’m excited for this. let’s see how this goes :)

chris sits at his desk, spam clicking and smashing buttons on his keyboard. he talks to his brothers in his headset.

matt’s streaming on twitch right now, meaning that thousands of fans are watching the three of them play fortnite. you’ve been with chris for a few months, yet the fans have no idea. you both collectively agreed to keep your relationship out of the public eye.

hence why you are seated next to him out of frame, watching the stream go down. your eyes scan to his side profile. his brows furrow in concentration, his tongue sticking out as he focuses on the computer screen. you hear the boys scream in his headset, and he slams his hands onto his lap.

“damn.” he grunts out, glancing over at you for a moment and smiling.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom.” he says into the mic before muting it and taking off his headset. he turns his face cam off and goes into the bathroom to do his business.

he comes out beats later, sitting back in the gaming chair, wiggling to get comfortable. you get up, which gains his attention. “you doing okay?” he asks.

“yeah. just need to stretch.”

before he could unmute his mic and turn the cam back on, you push the chair back slightly to have enough space to straddle his lap. he wraps his arms around your waist and welcomes you closer, kissing your collarbone. “they’re going to think i’m shitting.” he says jokingly.

your arms snake around his neck and you lean back to look at him. “say your camera broke.”

he smirks and puts back on his headset. “i’m back.” he starts. “for some reason, my camera is acting weird.”

“it’s all good. as long as we can still hear you.” matt’s voice replies.

the thin fabric you call panties rubs against his bulge through his red plaid pajama pants. you have a shirt on, one of chris’s FRESH LOVE t-shirts that covers you enough to look like a nightgown. a sensation tingles between your legs, and you start to move your hips slowly.

you hear chris groan, pressing a button on his keyboard. “what are you doing?” he asks sternly.

“i need to get comfortable.” you tease, rocking your hips harder. he opens his mouth to say something, but closes it and clicks unmute again.

you rest your head in the crook of his neck and continue to rock your hips, feeling him grow beneath you. he still talks to his brothers normally, but his performance on the game doesn’t look good.

“what the fuck is up with you, chris?” nick questions into the headphones.

“sorry,” he mumbles.

your hands find their way to the back of his neck and tug at his hair lightly. you breathe heavily to not make any noise since his mic is right next to your head. you don’t even notice your hips rutting and body tensing when you feel your release soak your underwear.

you exhale shakily, lifting your body and looking at the mess you made. there’s a wet stain on his pants on top of his hard-on. you don’t even have to look to know your underwear is ruined.

chris looks at you confused, before following your gaze. you go to get up but he grabs your hips and places you back to where you’re hovering over him. he unties his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers. he moves the mic away from his mouth, leaning toward your ear.

“don’t move or make a fucking sound,” he warns in a low tone you could barely hear.

he pushes your panties to the side and guides you down onto his cock, fighting off the hissing noise trying to escape your lips as he stretches you out tenderly and slowly. you and chris started having sex not long ago, but even after a few days without it, you had to readjust again.

this, however, is a first.

you guys never tried cock warming before. you felt so nervous. so excited. so full.

after multiple rounds of fortnite that felt like it lasted hours, your brain felt fuzzy despite not even doing anything. every time he talked, laughed, or celebrated a victory or loss, he’d thrust deep inside of you. and it drove you nuts.

you hear commotion on the other end of the headset. “fuck!” chris screams, jolting his hips further into you than at any other time. your eyes roll ever so slightly, mouth agape as your bottom lip grazes over his bare shoulder. it’s too late to take back the moan that came out of you.

chris’ hands make their way to your ass and squeeze hard, setting a reminder.

be quiet. right.

your patience becomes thinner and thinner, since it’s already been about thirty minutes. too desperate, you start to grind against him.

before he can do or say anything, you grab his mic and fist your hand over it so nobody can hear.

“please let me ride you. i promise i’ll be quiet.” you beg.

“so needy.” he sighs, taking your hand off of the mic and returning to the game.

rutting your hips forward, you start bouncing, your clit swollen from sitting still for so long without doing anything about it. you don’t know, but you could’ve sworn you heard chris groan.

too busy focusing to try to not make a sound by biting your lip, you hear sentences being scattered around from the boys.

“i don’t know, man.”

“this game sucks!”

“is your camera working yet?”

“no, sorry!”

little do they know, here you are, fucking yourself on your boyfriend’s dick like a bitch in heat.

you nuzzle your head in his neck and kiss a spot before biting down to stifle your pathetic sounds. chris hisses at the sudden contact and misses a kill, the other person killing him instead, costing them to lose.

“for fuck sake. chris, are you sure you’re okay?” matt asks in annoyance.

the tip of his cock brushes against your g-spot unexpectedly, forcing a whine out of you. “actually.” chris starts. “i don’t feel good, to be honest. i might log off for tonight.”

he quickly ends the discord call and shuts down his computer, stopping your movements. you look at him with glassy eyes, a frown portraying your face. he runs a finger up your spine before gripping onto your hair and yanking it, making you whimper. “first, you ruin my pants.”

he thrusts himself up into you, taking you by surprise with a gasp.

“then, you tease me.”

another thrust.

“now, you can’t follow simple fucking instructions.”

again.

a broken moan comes out of you, chris slapping your ass. “need me to fuck you so bad you can’t even wait two hours. instead, you get off by fucking yourself on my dick like your life depends on it. so pathetic.”

you whine of embarrassment, yet you don’t want this to stop.

“please.” you breathe out. “i’m sorry. please fuck me.”

with that, chris grabs your thigh with his free hand and starts plunging into you from below. his grip is still tight on your hair. you let out breathy moans left and right since each thrust takes the air out of your lungs. your eyes start prickling with tears from all of the built-up pleasure. “oh my— fucking— jesus— god.”

chris chuckles at your failed attempt to form a sentence. your moans transition into high-pitched squeals when he hits the angle that makes a knot form in your stomach. he releases his grip from your hair and moves it to your jaw, his hand that was on your thigh coming up to your mouth. he shoves in his middle and ring finger for you to suck on.

god, this felt good, and boy was it hot.

drool starts dribbling down your chin as you moan around his fingers and your eyes roll back. chris twitches inside you causing him to groan and take out his fingers, but your mouth still hangs open as unholy sounds come out of it. he releases your jaw and cups your ass with both hands.

“holy shit.” you whine. “i’m gonna cum.”

“let go, y/n. fuck you’re doing so good for me.”

because you certainly don’t have to be told twice, your whole body trembles and you fall forward. your hands cup the sides of his neck.

“i love you.” you moan into his neck as he continues thrusting to get to his release. “i love you so fucking much— jesus god.” you cry out when you feel chris filling you up.

he thrusts a few more times into your trembling body to get down from his high.

“look at me.” he says softly, bringing your head up to make eye contact. he smiles and kisses your lips. “i love you too, ma.”

when you come back to your senses you lift yourself off of him and stumble to his bed to sit down. chris pulls up his boxers and checks his phone that’s been blowing up on the desk in front of him.

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[luvmila444]

SWEET RELIEF - C.S

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Chris sturniolo x fmreader

summary: Chris can’t help but get a bit worked up while on a tutoring study call with you, when you realise what he’s doing, you only pushing him further to the edge.

content warning: male masturbtion; dirty thoughts; praise kink

word count: 2.8k

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Chris was a little embarrassed with how fast he had picked up the phone call from you, not to mention the blush that had spread across his cheeks and his quickly paced heartbeat when he heard your sweet voice ring through the speakers. 

“Hey, Chris!” You smiled as you spread your small pile of assessments and study papers across your desk to get yourself prepared. This had been a regular thing on Wednesdays and Saturdays for the past two months. You guys would set up a phone call together as you would help him study as Chris was falling behind in class…a lot. You guys had to do it over the phone as both houses were always so busy due to Chris’s brothers and your family always occupying your living spaces, making it difficult to have privacy and quiet to help him focus and bring his grades up. Therefore, you resulted in two easy phone calls across the week, which Chris always enjoyed a little too much. 

Chris loved that you could never see him and what he was doing at the sound of your voice over the phone. The sweet ring of it through the speakers. The way you ramble so passionately about the work. Yeah… he definitely liked having the privacy of his room for these calls more then he’d like to admit. Although he can never help but imagine what you looked like, what you were doing. Fuck… he’s been on the call for no more than ten second and he’s already getting himself worked up. 

“Chris…?” He heard you voice agin. Fuck that voice. 

“Yeah... I’m here, hey y/n.” He couldn’t help the smile that rose onto his lips hearing hear giggle at his slow usual response. 

“Okay well glad you're here,” you say readying the paper you had recently got giving by your teacher, on to the top of the pill of books you had been working on, “why don’t you fine the paper that mr Hudson gave us today and we will work through that one today, yeah?” You say cutely but trying not to talk so fast so Chris could take in the information. 

“Yeah, yeah sure…” he buries his way through his overflowing piles of unfinished homework to find the paper that was given to him today by his teacher “why did he give us the paper today, anyway?” Chris huffs, flipping to the first page that you wanted to start working on. 

“I have no idea, it’s not like we don’t already get enough work given to us on Mondays and Fridays, but now on Wednesdays too? It’s getting a bit intense at this point!”

Chris hums in agreement, loving the way you get worked up about things. However, once you were done with your small rant, you let out a sign that was so quiet only the most observant person would notice it, lucky for you, Chris was that person. As you made the noise Chris felt a familiar warm feeling in his lower stomach, just imagining you making that noise in a very different scenario…

“Did you see jenny today?” You interrupted his quickly drifting dirty thought, referring to girl who passes every class, not using her smarts but her body instead, fucking her way to good grades. 

“No, why? What was she doing this time?” Chris asked slowly, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat and suppress his dirty thought of you. 

“Woah I’m surprised you didn’t see her! She was practically pushing her tits out of her very tiny top to try and get out of this paper…. practically had all the guys drooling,” you huffed. You’d always been quite jealous of Jennifer. She could literally get any guy she wanted and could always get out of these stupid papers. It was irritating to people like you who tried their very hardest in their schoolwork and seem to go zero appreciation for it, when all jenny does is gossip, do her obnoxiously babyish laugh and pop a tit, therefore having the whole classroom wrapped around her finger. It was pathetic.

“Nah, guess i don’t really care that much about her,” Chris was very aware of Jenny’s usual inappropriate behaviour, yet he couldn’t pull his eyes away from you all through that class. He was sat near the back of the class, so he had a good view of his surroundings and could easily see you sat a few rows in-front of him, at the perfect angle so her couple see you left side perfectly. Chris simply couldn’t understand how anyone could pay attention in that class knowing that you were in there, not jenny but you. 

Your short denim mini shirt that accentuated you ass and hips so perfectly and highlighting your legs. However, to keep yourself warmer and seem more modest, you through a knitted sweater over the top, making Chris’s eager to rip it off and see what you hid beneath the layers of warm wear. God, if there was nobody else in that classroom, he would not hesitate you lift you up on the desk and kiss up your legs to your perfect thighs and up your body. He would make sure to take perfect care of you, bring his lips underneath your sweater and bring his hand to you perfectly round and covered tits. 

Full, he could barely take it anymore. He could feel his harder member quickly growing underneath his get sweats, but he didn’t want to stop. No… he couldn’t stop himself.

“Huh, thats surprising, i could’ve sworn that the guys next to me literally had dribble on his chin, it was crazy.” You laughed. 

Fuck that laugh. Chris brought his hand up to his crotch and felt where he had grown harder just thinking of you. He began to palm himself, trying to relieve the growing soreness between his legs. 

"We should get started now." You unintentionally break his train of thought, as he gulps, silently cursing at himself. "Because I you barely understood what was going on it that class."

"Uh, yeah." Chris coughed, forcing himself to focus. "What did you want to start with?" 

You voice begins to drift into an explanation of what was said at the beginning of the class, only worded in a simpler way, yet Chris could barely take in any of this information. You speak so innocently, brows furrowed, as Chris furrows his own for an entirely different reason. 

He continues to palm his dick through his pants while your voice was sending small electric jolts through him. All the way down to his dick, which has begun to strain painfully against his pants beneath his hand. Christ, i can’t actually be doing this right now-he thinks to himself. He licked his lips, quickly responding to what you were saying with a hum and an "ah, that makes makes more sense." 

Chris doesn't mean to drown out your words. Because he's listening. But more so to the hilt of your voice, and how it would sound much breathier, as you gazed up at him. One of his fantasies had you on your knees, teasingly licking at his cock, as your devious eyes held his. He had orgasmed extremely quickly, multiple times, when he found this imagine in his head. 

“So thats basically the first part,” you continued to explain, unaware and completely oblivious to Chris’s hand rubbing at himself on the other end of the line.  

He won’t do more. He can’t, this is just so wrong of him Just…relieve a hint of tension. You continued to speak, and your words began to sound like something he wished he could grab, as his hand tightened on his bulge, his rubbing growing messy. His breathing had grown heavier, but he covered it up by saying ‘yes’s and ‘no’s, answering your questions. 

“Sorry, I’m rambling. Did you have any questions?” You ask, feeling as if Chris wasn’t getting everything he needed out of your words. He had to spare a glance at his incomplete work, scanning to see if he’d written down any problems, trying to remember if he had any. Because the only problem he could think of right now is how his over-the-clothes rubbing was doing little to satisfy his need. 

His cock was now rock hard, it was torturous. His mind began to glaze over with lustful thought of you “I—I don’t think so.” He mutters out, his fingers reaching into the waistband of his sweats and briefs, pulling his cock, which was now leaking with drops of pre-cum and the tip was a bright rosy, red, much like his cheeks.

He imagined the way you would touch him. Would you be gentle and slow, or would you edge him and make sure he’s extremely overstimulated as you milk him dry. Chris’s breathing stutters as he strokes himself. The little hums you make when you think have begun to make his hips thrust up into his palm. His other hand had tightened around the sheet, praying that you can’t hear him jerking off to you. Chris becomes lost in your tone as his cock twitches. 

“Chris?” You slowly ask, making his hips jolt at the utterance of his name from your lips, but he tries to keep his voice of some composure. 

“Yeah?” He had to press his lips together after a needy whimper nearly falling. 

“Are you…okay?” 

Your question makes him halt, much to his cock’s dismay. “W-what?”

“You sound… i don’t know, out of breath?” You say, behind the line trying to think of why.

“Really, you think?” He hums with a small smirk on his face enjoying the uncertainty in your tone and how innocent you mind must have been.  You nod to yourself, but then you catch the smallest of sounds fall straight from Chris’s lips. You had to be mistaken, as it had almost sounded like one full of pleasure that could have only been as a result of one thing... 

Your mouth opened in shock as you realise. He’s out of breath because he’s…

“Chris.” You say again, hearing a stuttering whimper from him before he tries to cover it up by asking ‘yes?’ again.  

“What are you doing?” 

Chris curses himself because you sound suspicious. “I’m studying obviously. Being tutored s-so well... by you.” He says, really forcing down his cock’s wanting to just ask you to keep talking so he could reach his orgasm, attempting to stop himself from stuttering his words, but he just couldn’t help it. 

“You’re sure you’re good?” You asked unconvinced, as a small smirk rose to your lips.

“No. No, I’m all good, i swear.” He says, really forcing his words to sound normal, as he had slowly begun to stroke himself again, his cock angry. 

“Ah huh, yeah…okay,” you knew what you were going to do, this was going to be fun. “Did i tell you how good you looked today?”

Chris’s eyes opened, looking at his phone slightly trying to keep a steady pace of his raging cock but if you were going down this road of compliments, he probably wouldn’t be able to take it much longer.

“Uh, n-no,” he stutters pathetically, somehow unaware of the game you were playing. 

“Well, you did, your hair…wow. I could just run my hands through it! How do you always get it looking so soft?” You paused momentarily, hearing Chris’s surprised whimper. “Sorry thats kind of a goofy thing to say…sorry.” You were basically just teasing him now, the basic matters of the studying gone.

“I- no i don’t think its goofy. a-at all…” his words are broken up by that heaving panting.

“God. really? You’re so sweet chris…wow,” You hum, making Chris’s hips thrust up into his hand, his legs having widened as you spoke. 

“R-really?” His eyelids began to feel heavy again, wanted nothing more but to see the darkness and use it as a canvas to paint his dirty images of you in his mind. 

“Yeah, i mean you’re the literal sweetest” you hum lightly, “you always make sure i havea seat in class, you listen to me when i speak and when i help you i study, you defend me in-front of your friends! You’re so sweet! Such a sweet, good boy for me” you were practically grinning at this point.

Chris could have sworn that your words could have sent him spiralling over the edge.“I a-am?” He asked, almost to clarify that this was real, that you were actually saying this to him.

“Well of course, and you’re always so busy as well, yet you always make time for me in your busy schedule. You must be stressed a lot of the time. I could always help you…relax sometime, relieve some of your…tension.” You had lowered your voice now in order to have a more seductive tone to your voice now.

Chris chokes on a whimper as he places his hand over his mouth, still thinking you don’t know. “My tension…?”

“I mean, yeah… i could alway give you a massage, rub you down, you know I’ve been told I am very good at giving…massages.” It was becoming blatantly obvious what you were doing now but Chris must’ve been blinded and in a lustful haze because he still seemed to be completely oblivious to what you were doing. Continuously pumping his dick eagerly and chasing his release.

The thought of you sat on top of him, rubbing all down him in order to relax him was definitely doing the opposite effect and only working him up more. Fuck. He had almost come from the thought of you taking care of him. the tone you had dropped to makes his hand quicken as his hips had begun to grind into his palm.

“You’d do that for me?” Chris whined, only imaging what else you would do for him almost sent him over the edge.

“Of course, i would baby, you would tell me where it feels good before i drag my hands down your body…” Chris let out a pathetic whimper at not only the simple thought but at the nickname as well. Baby? Baby??! Oh, my lord he was going absolutely feral at this point, “however, through your clothes it mind be hard to properly get that tension out.” 

Chris moans through his teeth, as his hips pathetically thrust at your words. “No clothes?” 

“No clothes.” You confirm. “Would that be, okay? I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable— “

“Yes.” His answer was immediate, cutting you short. He coughs. “That would be fine.” 

You grin. “Good. Because that way I could really relieve some tension. I’d have to straddle you of course.” You pause to hear chris’s heavy breathing and the faint sound of his hand gliding along his cock. “You may even have to flip around, because I’ve heard that the most tension can be by your collarbones and neck.” 

Chris nearly orgasmed at the thought of you straddling him, as your hands wandered his body. “As in straddling..my front?” 

“Yeah, is that okay?” 

“Uh huh.” He hums, his cock twitching with a soon need to release. 

“I could give you that massage the next time we study.” You say, making chris’s breathing quicken at the possible reality of all that. “I could come over to yours.” 

At this point he couldn’t care how desperate he sounded. “Yes. Please, come anytime.” 

“Or maybe you should cum?” You ask, your innuendo strong, as pleasure began to rock through chris’s body. 

“W—what?” 

“Come to my place, i know yours is always super hectic.” You play it off, listening to the wet sounds his cock was making as you could hear how close he was to his orgasm. 

“Fuck…yeah that sounds good, i-if you’re happy then s-so am i…” he was no biting his own lip so hard he could’ve sworn he was drawing some blood. He now had his back so far arched up off of his bed and was practically fucking up into his own hand. 

“See, again, you are alway thinking…of me,” oh he was definitely thinking of you, thats for sure, “you are such a good boy.” And that did it. His orgasm wracked through him as quiet whimpers and moans left his lips his hips grinding into nothing. Wishing the air was you. He watched as the white strings of cum coated and stained his dark shirt. 

“Fuck” he let out a relieved groan, now not even hiding the action that he had just did. 

“Maybe next time we study i should just jerk you off instead,”

Chris’s eyes widened at what you had said, before realising how blatantly obvious what he was doing was. You giggled once again hearing Chris’s heavy breathes, pleased to know that it was you who had pushed him over the edge. 

“Fuck, you can do whatever you want to me,” Chris let out with a deep breathe. 

Oh, you certainly would…

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A/n : thank you so much for reading, this is literally my 3rd time trying to post this because I keep making mistakes 😭😭I really hope you enjoy and if there are any more mistakes pls lmk

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8 minutes of cute moments | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where a fan made an 8-minute video with a compilation of Chris and Y/N being in love.

Warning: None.

Requested?: Yes, by @lightsgore

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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The fans of the triplets simply adored Y/N and Chris together, and that wasn't news. The number of comments and likes doubled whenever the girl appeared with her boyfriend in a random picture in a photo dump on Instagram or when her voice sounded in the background of a video.

But what they loved most was when a cute moment of the two of them together was captured during a video on the Sturniolo channel or in a fraction of seconds on Y/N's TikTok, and they made this clear by making thousands of compilations of these little moments, long enough to even post on YouTube.

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8 minutes of cute moments between Chris Sturniolo and his girlfriend, Y/N.

1st minute:

The triplets and Y/N were walking down the sidewalk near the arena in Boston, where they played hockey with Nate.

Nick was recording himself with his phone, talking about how he had almost slipped on the ice several times, when Chris and Y/N's voices sounded, interrupting him. He focused the front camera on the two behind him, surreptitiously recording them.

"... But baby, it wasn't my fault." Y/N complained, her lips forming a pout as her eyes focused on the floor.

"Babe, I asked you to record the game, right?" Chris asked, an amused smile on his face.

They walked side by side, the girl's right arm around her boyfriend's slightly sweaty waist, while Chris's left arm rested on Y/N's shoulders, his fingers caressing her left bicep lightly.

"Yes, and I recorded it!" Her voice came out high-pitched.

"Okay, and how many times did I make a goal?" The boy asked again, raising his right eyebrow.

"Three." Y/N replied in an obvious tone, raising her eyes to look into the blue ones she loved so much. "You kissed me every time you did it." She smiles proudly.

"Yes, and how many of those three did you record?"

"None." She looked down again, her pout deepening. "But-"

Chris threw his head back, his laughter echoing through the night, interrupting his girlfriend's defense.

He leaned down slightly, sealing his lips over Y/N's head, an amused smile still on his face. Oh, how he loved his girlfriend.

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2nd minute:

The triplets were filming the video "A night at the North Pole with Larray and Nai!". The camera was positioned in a strategic point so that the lens captured all the camping items around the room, as well as the brothers and the two guests.

Y/N was in her shared room with Chris, already dressed in her - his - pajamas and with her skincare done, ready for bed. But sleep never came.

She knew she had trouble sleeping without Chris after her body got used to the boy's presence pressed against hers every night for 5 years, so her mind didn't seem to give in, begging for the warmth that Chris's larger body provided.

After a few long minutes of turning from side to side, Y/N gave up trying. Sleep was taking over her, and she was feeling more and more stressed for not being able to go into dream land, so she decided to just go to her boyfriend.

Y/N rose from the bed, their duvet wrapped around her body like a cape. Her hands reached for the handle of the white door, closing it behind her and climbing the stairs in slow, silent steps caused by the fluffy socks that covered her feet.

Larray was the first to notice her - sitting facing the top of the stairs. He smiled, amused by his friend's condition; her eyes slightly closed from sleep, her hair high in a messy bun, and her hands gripping the edges of the duvet tightly.

Not many seconds passed, and Y/N's figure was finally caught by the camera, the girl having entered the frame.

"Hey, zombie girl." Nick joked when he noticed her, raising his eyebrows in amusement.

Y/N completely ignored him, walking towards her boyfriend from behind the triplets, not wanting to step on the food that was on the floor between the five of them.

Chris's face automatically lit up when he noticed her after hearing his brother, a big smile taking over as his eyes sparkled. He opened his arms, already waiting for his girlfriend's next move.

The girl smiled lazily back, planting her feet on the floor on either side of her boyfriend's hips, before lowering herself with Chris's help, sitting on his lap.

The brunette quickly wrapped her in his arms, surrounding her torso covered by the fluffy duvet. He hugged her tightly, laying his head in the crook of her neck and exhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo momentarily, before resting his chin on her shoulder, being able to see everything in front of him.

"Sleep, pretty girl."

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3rd minute:

Chris was playing Fortnite live on Twitch. His camera was on and focused on his upper body. His head was covered by the hood of his hoodie, pressed against his ears by the headphone, from where muffled sounds from the video game were coming out.

Within 30 minutes of streaming, Y/N's figure shyly appeared behind Chris. Her hands held a tray with some snacks and an already opened can of Pepsi.

She walked towards her boyfriend, curving her spine slightly forward so that her face came into his field of vision, alerting him to her presence.

The boy's blue eyes widened in excitement almost instantly, a smile stretching across his face as his right hand worked on pausing the game, using the soles of his feet against the floor to turn his body towards her.

"Hi bubba, I just came to drop off some snacks for you. It's been a while since you had dinner, I thought you could be hungry." Y/N counted in a low tone, momentarily forgetting that Chris's headphones were of the highest quality, meaning it caught her every word.

The couple didn't notice the chaos in the chat, too focused on each other.

Chris bit his lower lip in an attempt to stop his smile from growing any wider, taking the tray from Y/N's hands and placing it on the free space on his computer desk.

He lifted his chin slightly in the air so that he brought his lips closer to hers, sealing them in a quick kiss, his eyes shining with intense love.

"Thank you, babe." Chris thanked in an equally low tone, adjusting himself in his chair again, ready to go back to playing.

Y/N smiled, caressing his shoulder lightly before turning to leave the room.

"I love you." The brunette shouted quickly before his girlfriend could close the door, receiving an "I love you more" in return.

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4th minute:

The triplets and Y/N were at an Italian restaurant, having decided to go out to dinner together that day.

Y/N was talking to Matt about one of the random facts that the boy knew and blurted out of nowhere, the two deeply involved in the conversation.

The dishes had just been delivered by the waiter, who placed them respectively in front of the person who ordered, leaving shortly afterward.

Chris quickly pulled Y/N's plate towards himself, grabbing his own knife and fork and cutting the sirloin steak into small pieces and separating them from the pasta, knowing how much his girl hated cutting meat and how she always ate too quickly.

What he didn't notice was that Nick took out his phone the moment he started the gesture, closely recording his brother cutting his girlfriend's food, practicing the act of service.

After finishing, Chris lightly pushed the plate in front of his girl, turning around to start eating his own.

The girl smiled shyly, turning to Chris momentarily, sealing her lips over his cheek before murmuring a "thank you, babe" against his skin, turning her attention back to Matt.

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5th minute:

The triplets were in their car, recording another car video. Y/N was their special guest, sitting in the backseat next to Chris, who chose to sit there just to be close to his girlfriend.

Y/N had just taken a bite of the pepperoni pizza that Nick took from the trunk, finishing chewing quickly so she could bring her point of view on something Nick was saying, gesturing with her right hand while her left held the piece carefully.

Chris watched her closely, his eyes fixed on her side profile as he listened, nodding his head.

Something the fandom loved was how Y/N was the only person Chris didn't interrupt all the time, showing himself completely interested in hearing anything his girl was saying, regardless of whether it made sense or not.

At one point, the boy lowered his eyes, stretching his right arm and taking one of the napkins that was on the car console, bringing it to Y/N's mouth, lightly wiping the corner of her lip that was dirty with sauce, but without interrupting her.

Chris folded the napkin, leaving it on his lap, knowing he would have to use it again soon.

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6th minute:

"Look, boys, learn from Chris how to treat a girl right." Nick whispered from behind his phone.

He was standing behind the kitchen table, holding his cell in his right hand, the rear camera focused on the living room couch, where Y/N was.

The girl was lying on her side, her knees bent so that her thighs touched her chest. Her back was facing the room, while her face was lightly pressed against the back of the couch. A Fresh Love sweatshirt set covered her body, keeping her warm.

Small sighs escaped her half-open mouth, her eyes moving behind her eyelids, showing how deep her sleep was.

Chris, who was sitting with her feet on his lap seconds ago, was now standing in front of the couch, curving his spine down so that he could reach his girlfriend, slowly passing his arms under her neck and bent knees, pulling her up.

On instinct, Y/N raised her left arm, surrounding Chris's neck and laying her head on his chest, waking up for just a few seconds, caressing his covered skin with the tip of her nose.

"Shh, sleep baby. I'm right here." Chris murmured in a low tone, sealing her forehead lightly, stopping his movements as he watched her close her eyes again, falling back to sleep.

Chris moved slowly, hugging Y/N's body against his as he walked towards the stairs, not noticing Nick recording them from afar.

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7th minute:

Y/N was sitting on the puff in front of her makeshift dressing table. Her phone was resting on it horizontally while her front camera recorded herself.

She was talking about the new trend in the fashion world, having as a hobby making videos for TikTok about fashion and makeup. While the girl explained in detail, her hands worked on doing her nighttime skincare, gesturing, and changing products alternately.

Chris's figure appeared behind her a few seconds after she started it, his hands holding Y/N's hairbrush. He was already ready to sleep, his eyes half closed with sleep and his hair slightly messy.

A habit created by the couple was that, while Y/N did her skincare before bed, Chris would carefully comb her hair, having always had a great love for her locks.

The boy approached his girlfriend, smiling quickly at the camera before stopping behind Y/N. His free hand parted her hair so he could comb it without hurting her or leaving any part behind.

Chris raised his hand with the hairbrush, starting to do it gently, untangling the knots created throughout the day and aligning the strands.

His eyes met Y/N's from time to time through the mirror, a small smile resting on his lips, adorning his passionate features.

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8th minute:

It was the Versus Tour; Matt, Chris, and Nick were playing the last round of Giant Jenga when Chris spotted a fan with a sign held up.

"Wait, before we continue, can I read a sign from a fan real quick?" The brunette interrupted the group, holding his microphone with his right hand and pointing at the crowd with his left one, receiving absurdly loud screams in response.

Matt shrugged, looking at Nick, who nodded, making a go-ahead gesture with his hands.

"Hi! Can I read your sign?" Chris turned back to the audience, pointing to a specific girl. The girl's eyes widened, her mouth opening in shock at being noticed by her idol, taking a few seconds to finally nod her head repeatedly. "Your sign says, "I'm only here for Y/N"-"

Loud screams interrupted Chris, fans going wild at the mention of his girlfriend's name. The brunette took the microphone away from his mouth, laughing in disbelief and looking at a specific area on the right side of the stage.

A fan, who was in the audience and recording the moment, focused the rear camera of her phone on the place where Chris looked, being able to capture the figure of Y/N, who was laughing loudly and clapping her hands in amusement, shaking her head.

"Well, I can't judge you. Everywhere I am, I only go for Y/N, too." Chris muttered into his microphone again, laughing as he received even louder screams in response.

His eyes met his girlfriend's, throwing an air kiss and an "I love you" with just a movement of his lips, before turning his attention back to the game.

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Extra minute:

The triplets and Y/N were at their house with Nate and Madi. Everyone was in the living room, talking about random topics while a movie played on the television at low volume, serving as ambient sound. Some board games were scattered on the floor, next to unopened or already eaten snacks.

Chris was sitting on a puff in front of the big windows while Y/N was on his lap. She had her legs thrown to one side while her torso was on the other, sitting sideways on Chris's thighs with her right shoulder resting on his chest.

Chris's arms encircled her body, his right one holding her waist while his left one caressed her thighs lightly.

The girl was talking about a situation she witnessed between a group of third-party friends, always keeping her boyfriend updated on the gossip.

What they didn't know was that Madi was recording their cute moment.

As Y/N spoke, Chris looked into her eyes intently, his gaze so full of love that Madi thought she could see hearts in the place of his pupils.

The brunette nodded from time to time, making it clear that he had his attention on her and understood everything she was saying, an almost imperceptible smile resting on the corner of his lips.

The two seemed to be surrounded by a bubble created just for them, the entire outside world completely forgotten.

That was their dynamic, and the triplets fandom loved it.

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DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER - MATT MURDOCK

three - thank me later

tags: @ironprincessstranger @johnmurphys-sass @dusstory @americaarse // two // four // masterlist

Pairing: Daredevil x Exodus (Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Reader)

Word Count: 7,612

Summary: Working with the Punisher was supposed to be simple. But Daredevil finds a way into the mix yet again and one long night brings some unexpected yet very welcome advice and insight into a new friend, along with an implosion of what was left standing.

Walking to work came easier and easier as the days went on but that didn’t mean the initial questions weren’t difficult.

“What did you do?” Foggy sighed when you hobbled in the next morning.

“It’s nothing.” You mumbled and made your way pathetically to Matt’s office.

“Y/N.” He said firmly and caught your arm.

“I was at the gym last night and I bailed a rep badly. The plate hit my hip.”

You were able to utilize your random, targeted healing ability that you were still trying to piece together to clear your face of the bumps and bruises before you headed in that day. But there was a faint purple tint to the skin at the inner corners of your eyes that you couldn’t explain. When Foggy asked - And your face? You run into the bar, too? - you had simply waved him off and changed the subject but that didn’t stop him from bringing a frozen water bottle for you later that day.

Only a busted lip remained now, and you were able to cover it with some skillful makeup work, but you couldn’t hide from Foggy’s concerned eyes everywhere you went around the office. You were wandering the familiar path to work and found a group of men carrying a dog out of a building in a hurry.

You slowed your stride to watch carefully before being grabbed and pulled behind a truck, which forced you to watch the scene through the windshield. One of the men hesitated, staring in your direction for a moment. Your hand slid into your purse and wrapped around the switchblade, thumb resting on the firing button. But he fell in with the rest of the gang and sped away. You then focused on your assailant, finding none other than Frank staring back at you.

“Friends of yours?” You nodded your head towards the speeding cars and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Not quite.” He sighed and stared at the cars for a second. “Took my dog..”

“The little Pit? Cute… You hear ‘bout the funeral for Grotto today?”

He snorted and looked back to you. “You’re gonna go?”

“No… I’m the one that shot him, wouldn’t be right.” You shook your head. “I doubt many people will be there other than my office but..”

“You still feel out of place.” He nodded. “You wanna help? Get the dog back. Find out what those pieces of shit want.”

“Sure but it’s probably a revenge thing. I’m guessing they went straight to your apartment for something, couldn’t find it, so they took the dog instead to send a message. Classic but sloppy.” You pulled a pen from your purse and scribbled across the back of his hand. The number to your burner. “Call when you’re ready.”

You headed in to the office and you were the first to get there. You saw a folder on Karen’s desk labeled ‘PUNISHER’ and it caught your attention. You dropped your purse on a chair and flipped through the folder, finding numerous crime scene photos of Frank’s kills. But one piece, a cranial x-ray, caught your attention.

“Hey.” Karen breathed when she came in.

You spun and smiled before turning back to the papers.

“How was the service?” You asked, though you didn’t really care.

“You know Father Lantom.” Matt answered. “How come you didn’t come?”

“Hmm?” You hummed, still focused on the x-ray. “Oh, I overslept. Phone died overnight cause I didn’t put it on the charger. I’m sorry… Karen, what’s all this?”

“It’s everything the DA’s office is putting together against the Punisher. Most of it’s about the victims but this was in the middle of it. Tower gave it to me..”

“Wonder why…”

“Maybe he shot himself.” Foggy shrugged as he peered over your shoulder.

“No, he’d be dead.” You shook your head. “Something this close, no one would survive.” You thought of Daredevil. “Unless there was some sort of helmet or armor. See how deep the bullet penetrated?”

Your finger ghosted the small bright spot that was the bullet in his head. “He shouldn’t be walking around at all… This kind of a shot isn’t an accident.”

“Do I wanna know how you would know that?” Foggy asked with a sigh.

“Crime documentaries?” You tried with a small, innocent smile that earned a chuckle from your friend.

“I know this is gonna sound crazy but what if… What if Reyes is trying to cover something up?” Karen continued.

“You think there’s something worse than a murderous psychopath?” Foggy asked with wide eyes.

“You had the same hesitancy towards Daredevil and Exodus, Fog. He turned out to not be that bad, right?” You said, dropping the x-ray to the desk and slowly pacing the width of the office. “And what about what happened with the Grotto deal? Didn’t you say she used him as bait?”

“You weren’t there?” Matt asked suddenly.

“No, my neighbor was harassing me about her missing cat and got the landlord involved. It was a big thing.” You waved your hand dismissively. “But Reyes didn’t get to DA without crossing some red tape. What if…”

“What if the best chance to protect Nelson and Murdock is to find him?” Karen asked, looking at you.

You opened your mouth to say something but Foggy cut in. It likely would’ve been a good thing, given that you hadn’t really thought of an answer to give in regards to finding Frank, especially considering how easy it would be for you to do.

“Best chance at career suicide maybe.” Foggy argued, leaving for his office to answer a call. “Or actually getting shot.”

“Is it insane?” Karen asked you, to which you nodded slightly.

“It’s dangerous.” You answered.

“Maybe he is a lunatic.”

“Maybe not.” You shrugged as Matt asked “But you care anyway?”

“I think it’s more curiosity.” She answered as she moved to sit beside him. “Between these files and Reyes’ obsession and the fact that people are generally complicated-“ She glanced up at you and you tilted your head in agreement. “ - I feel like there’s gotta be more to the story. Right? Y/N?”

“Hmm?” Your brows raised and you stilled.

“What do you think about him? The Punisher…”

“I think…” You began carefully, formulating a sufficient response. Any number of things you said could trigger any sort of response from Matt, which would raise Matt’s suspicions higher. “I think that morally, he’s no different than Exodus. They both kill people who have done shitty things.”

Matt opened his mouth to counter but thought better of it. Your brows furrowed but your response continued.

“Their methods are different by far, and the Punisher earned that title by making scenes with his victims. I mean, c’mon. You saw about the men on meat hooks… But at the end of the day, I’m not sure they’re not all that different. They kinda just show that there’s consequences to your actions, even here in the Kitchen.”

“So you don’t think he’s a lunatic?” Matt countered. He tried to maintain his composure but there was a hint of disbelief, of irritation in his words. “Cause I know you don’t think she is.”

“Maybe I’m just not the one to comment on it.” You resigned. “On any of the vigilantes, really.”

“Matt?” Foggy called, saving you from that conversation.

“You know him, don’t you? You’ve met him?” Karen insisted quietly once Matt was out of the room.

“Like you said, it’s complicated.” You sighed. “But that bullet in his head, he shot Daredevil the same way. Could’ve killed him but he had a helmet… What do you think you can dig up on that?”

“What do you need me to find?”

“If there’s a DNR and who signed it. Anyone else working that saw anything. Statements of nurses and staff.”

“Okay.” She nodded and gathered the files. “What are you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna try and ask him.” You nodded.

You two hurried out of the office before Matt could come back to the room. You returned to your apartment and pulled your suit. You began patching the hole while you charged the rest of your devices. The patch job wasn’t perfect and you figured you’d need to pull out a new suit entirely by the time your Punisher endeavor was over if it kept losing integrity like that, but that was an issue for another time.

Your implant pinged and you tapped it while heading to your kitchen for a snack. You read Karen’s message that she was following a lead but could find something promising. You texted back and told her to be careful and let you know if she needed anything.

“Mhmm?” You answered.

“Carousel in Central Park.” He said simply before ending the call.

You grabbed your apple and went back to change. You were quick to head out and find him. He was sitting on a bench while the carousel was spinning but there were other men, purposefully alone. You climbed to the top of the carousel and waited, Frank nodding at you to stay where our were. You peered over the edge and watched as one of the men started a fight with him.

When four more came up, you pulled your gun. You fired at two while Frank handled the other two. But when Frank began to wobble on his feet, you nearly climbed down to help but the slightest wave of his hand told you to stay put. Instead, six more men approached before you could move so you ducked into the shadows and watched. Watched Frank get shot with a taser and be hauled away.

“Черт!” You groaned once the men were out of earshot. (Fuck!)

You dropped down and slowly crept the area below, hearing the distant sirens. You turned to see how

much time you had, but you couldn’t see any of the flashing lights yet. But your attention caught on a shadowy blob, groaning and crawling along the ground.

One of them was still alive.

You hurried over and came face to face with Daredevil. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the man, slamming him against one of the horses. You knocked the gun from his hand and kicked it away before digging your knee into his chest.

“Who did this?” Daredevil asked him.

“Can you wait your turn?” You spat over your shoulder.

“Where did they take him?”

“What do you care?”

You pressed your knee farther, inching it closer to the base of his throat and he groaned while clawing at your leg.

“Where is he?” You insisted.

Daredevil pulled on your shoulder and yanked you away. You glared at him as he took your place and began interrogating him. You scoffed as he bent the man’s wrist back to an unnatural angle, though it got the location you needed. You ran before Daredevil did but he caught you just across the street from where you were headed.

“Why do you care so much?” He asked, grabbing your arm so you couldn’t go. Turning to glare at him, you noticed a green haze around him. “About Frank.”

Was he jealous?

“Same reason you don’t.” You yanked your arm away and egged him on, wondering if you could squeeze a confession from him.

But what would it change? Would it bring you to some

sudden realization that you did want to be on his side? That you really could - and maybe should - stop killing? Being around Daredevil made things complicated in your heart for more reasons than one.

As much as you couldn’t stand him, you did like him… At least a little bit.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to, Red. It’s wri-“

“Red?” He scoffed and your brow quirked while the green seemed to pulse around him. “Since when do you call me that, Princess?”

“It’s written all in your body language.” You ignored him. “And your emotions. You hate what he does and how he does it. You hate that he’s doing what you never could and you hate that I’m on his side.”

“I do, okay?” He nodded. “I hate that he’s gotten to you.”

Despite the hesitations he gave you, you had to stay firm in your stance. You couldn’t let Daredevil get to you, not now.

“Stop. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know you want to do better, Ex. I know you.”

“You don’t… You never did. Besides, I don’t owe you shit after you betrayed me with Fisk. I’m not gonna let you do that again.”

“Ex.” He reached for your arms. “I’d never betray you.”

“You already did.” You pushed his hands away and you felt his hurt at the action, making you nearly regret it. “I don’t want to fight you, Re- Daredevil. Not tonight. Right now, the Irish have Frank in that building and they’re gonna kill him.”

“Why do you care?” He urged and you groaned in frustration.

“He would do it if it were you!” You snapped, pushing him by his chest. “If I asked him to help me get you out, he would. He’d complain and talk shit because he’s an asshole, but he would.”

“How do you know?” He scoffed.

“Because it’s me.” You huffed, trying a new card. “Because it’s me asking you to help…”

“If I help you…” He said gently as he took his gloves off.

He closed the distance between you and put his hands on either side of your face. You felt the skin of your cheeks grow hot and you silently cursed yourself. You knew you should’ve backed away, smacked his hands and scolded him for crossing boundaries again. But instead, you smiled softly as the green haze faded to a soft pink, admiration.

Damn him.

“No killing anyone.” He finished in the same low tone, leaning down so his forehead rested against yours.

You could tell he was holding back, testing how far you’d let him go. Part of you wanted to close the distance yourself, to feel his warm lips against yours again and forget all of the tension between you two. You wanted to give in to his touch and hold him close, to embrace a moment where you could share something other than an argument.

“Just like old times?” You chuckled and he smiled. “You and me against the world, eh?”

“Just you and me.” He nearly whispered and something in your chest seemed to crack.

“C’mon.” You nodded and stepped back, feeling his fingers linger on your cheeks as you put distance. “We should get in there.”

“Exodus.” He tried.

“I can’t.” You shook your head and began backing towards the building you two had to get into. “I just- I can’t. I won’t.”

You turned and ran into the shadows, creeping through the building until you were close enough to survey the guards. You could see three but felt the emotions of six. Daredevil was quick to come up behind you, knocking his baton against the metal doorframes. As the men came over to inspect the sound, you and Daredevil landed combos that seemed rehearsed a hundred times over.

You two moved flawlessly with one another, ducking and sidestepping the other as if you’d trained together your whole lives. It was almost as though you two could anticipate each other’s next moves. It made you feel something nostalgic, something familiar you longed for.

“Is that a dog?” Daredevil muttered as you followed him down the hall.

Took my dog.

The little Pit? Cute.

“Go.” You urged and pushed him slightly, though he was clearly confused. “Go to the dog, you idiot!”

Again, you two were met with Irish. Daredevil utilized his batons while you made good use of your Bites, only allowing a blue glow to shine for his sake. You very well knew you couldn’t continue to play both sides. You had to pick, one way or the other. Fight and jail them like Daredevil, or fight and kill them like Frank. There was no real time to think and pick who you would side with. You and Red were on the last two guards who were shooting at Frank.

Daredevil handled the guards while you slipped in the room and found Frank ducking away and covered in blood.

“Jesus Christ.” You muttered and dropped in front of him. “The hell did they do?”

“I’m fine.” He grumbled as Daredevil came up behind you.

You stood and helped get Frank to his feet. He pushed you off and tried to stand tall, and you suspected it wasn’t for you. Rather than make a comment, you scoffed and moved to the other side of the room.

“Thank me later, then.” You mumbled with an eye roll.

You tapped your mask and saw the outlines of three more guards. You pressed yourself to the side of the door and whistled for Daredevil to take the other side. Old habit, you figured. Or maybe you knew he was in better fighting shape than Frank. Once the last guard stepped through the doorway, you moved in.

You wrapped an arm around his throat from behind and pulled, turning yourself so you could face the door frame. You jammed a foot against it and kicked off, throwing both of you into a backwards tumble. You kept rolling until he was flat on his face with you on his back. You dropped an elbow to the back on his head before turning to see Daredevil throw his baton at Frank’s hand.

“No killing.” Daredevil said simply.

“Altar boy.” Frank scoffed.

“Enough already.” You groaned and helped Frank to his feet again. “Can we just get out of here before you two start taking jabs at each other?”

“Whatever you say, Princess.” Frank nodded.

Daredevil’s jealousy spiked again and you nearly laughed. You left Frank with Daredevil as you went ahead, clearing a way out of the building. Occasionally, a baton ricocheted off the wall ahead of you as help so you caught it, using it smoothly. You liked the feel of it in your hands, balanced and easy to swing.

You found Frank’s dog on your way out. He was chained hastily to a lamp post so you yanked with all your weight until the cheap lock snapped. The dog jumped excitedly and did small laps around you three as you were walking. He only took off when you removed his collar and patted his side, giving him a gentle push towards the city.

You knew a dog as cute and gentle as he was would get taken in by the first family that came across him, so you weren’t worried.

Once you were out, your trio headed through the nearby cemetery. You slid Daredevil’s baton back into its holster just before the two men collapsed near a headstone. You took a few more steps and sat in the grass not too far from the conversation.

“I guess I was wrong.” Frank said.

“About?” Daredevil asked, not looking at your partner.

“About you being a pussy.”

“Don’t get all sweet on me now, Frank.” Daredevil teased.

You laughed slightly. “I’m surprised you guys can actually get along.” You joked.

“Yeah, it’s just for your sake, Princess.” Frank waved a hand dismissively.

“Aw. All that just for little old me?” You grinned.

“You two should go.” Frank said.

“And leave you here?” You scoffed. “Not a chance.”

He smiled at you weakly and shook his head.

“You’re a stubborn son of a bitch.” Frank chuckled.

“You get used to it.” Daredevil shrugged and you leaned forward to smack his arm. He chuckled and reached over to pat your leg. “That rhyme… What’s it mean?”

“What rhyme?” You tilted your head.

“The thing he says, right before he pulls the trigger.”

“You heard that?” Frank asked. “What the…”

“He kinda hears everything.” You explained.

“Sometimes I think you might really be the Devil.” Frank shook his head.

“Sometimes I think I might be, too.” Daredevil nodded.

While Frank explained the rhyme, you shifted yourself forward. You thought it was strange to hear your former partner say that he didn’t always feel like the good guy, given the morality he always flaunted. You sat beside Daredevil and took his hand, peeling his glove away. You knew he felt what you were doing judging by the open feeling of his heart. You held his hand in yours and leaned your head on his shoulder.

Maybe it didn’t mean a lot. Maybe it was more to comfort yourself, to know you hadn’t lost Daredevil despite your cold treatment of him lately. Or maybe it meant everything to him, to know you still cared and still believed he was good. Maybe he needed it just as much as you did.

The pain caught your attention. Looking over to Frank, you saw the pain rolling off of him in waves. Pain, regret, grief. All of it was blurring together into a thick, dark blue nearly black fog that was stemming from his heart. You had never seen much emotion out of Frank, other than irritation or light amusement. It felt wrong, almost, to see such vulnerability from a man you only knew to be tough. It seemed almost impossible.

But family can do that to a person. Losing the people you hold dearest can break anyone. It was the type of pain that you couldn’t take away because it never stopped. It would always ache and gnaw at you, creep into your thoughts and loom in the corner of every room.

“…I’d be holding her lifeless body in my arms.” Frank said sadly, painfully. “I think I’m done, Red…”

“I’m sorry.” You said honestly. It wouldn’t take his pain away, you knew that. But sympathy - empathy - could still mean something if it came from the right person, if it was honest. Especially someone who can make it tangible.

“You’ve been through shit too, haven’t you?” Frank turned to you as you heard the police sirens.

“I got it.” Daredevil said before leaving you and Frank to your conversation.

“Yeah, I have.” You nodded. “But nothing like that. Everything makes sense, why you did everything…”

“And you?” He asked carefully. “Why do you do it?”

“I was abandoned by the only friend I had in the Red Room. She left me for dead and I snapped. I killed my way out, escaped that place covered in blood, but he came after me… He sent Widow after Widow and I killed girls that I grew up with. Girls that we were taught to fight beside but we all learned to see each other as disposable… I never could though. And I never had anyone who understood what that was like so I kept moving, kept having to be what he made me. Then I found him but…” You glanced over your shoulder and saw Daredevil talking to one of the officers. “He doesn’t get it either.”

“I don’t know what happened in the Red Room. Hell, I don’t need to.. What I do know, about you, is that you’re always gonna be stronger than the son of a bitch that runs that place. Okay? I don’t care what you’ve had to do to get away, alright? You got a good heart. And no one can take that away from you. Not unless you let ‘em.”

You smiled slightly, tears collecting at the bottoms of your eyes.

“You’re probably the first person who actually gets all of it.” You said softly.

“Listen, if you let everyone else tell you who you are, you’ll never know for real. Trust yourself. You’re a smart girl.”

“You’re a good guy, Frank.”

“And you should keep Red around.” He nodded and you glanced back towards Daredevil before returning your focus to Frank. “He’s a pain in the ass but I think you two need each other.”

“Listen, you sure you wanna do this?” You asked honestly. “I mean, I’ve punched a cop before. And I wouldn’t mind having you around a little longer…”

He chuckled. “Nah, don’t worry about me. Take care of yourself, Ex.”

“It’s Ex, now?” You chuckled and stood up. “See you around, Frank… I’m glad we met, yknow.”

“Yeah, me too.”

You moved over to Daredevil, ignoring the calls of the officer that was headed to Frank. You stood in front of a kneeling Daredevil and almost made a stupid comment. Instead, you put a hand on his shoulder and faced the officer. Even in the dim light you realized it was Brett. You almost smiled.

“Take the credit for this..” You told him and his head snapped up. “C’mon, Sergeant. You caught him, not us.”

“Why would I do that?” He asked carefully, though the movement of his hands slowed to a stop.

“People have to know the system works.” Daredevil added.

“People need a real uniform to believe in, not two idiots in masks.” You gestured to you and Daredevil, using it as a cover to wave away his hesitation. “Not my justice or theirs, but real justice. They can’t take inspiration from our actions anymore.”

“I don’t know what y’all are, but I know you’re not him.” Brett said as he pushed Daredevil away. “Get out of here.”

He took your arm and pulled you away, though you turned for one last look at Frank. It felt wrong to leave him like that but something told you it was for the better. There was no worry or any emotion really from Frank. Just acceptance. Not quite at peace, but not at war anymore either.

You and Daredevil left the cemetery once you saw the ambulance coming. You two landed on a rooftop to a building that you didn’t care to look at, standing in silence for a few minutes. You slumped to the ground and leaned against the ledge with a huff, pulling your knees up to your chest.

“Did you believe that?” He finally asked.

“Believe what?” You replied hoarsely. You cleared your throat and looked up at him. “Believe what?”

“What you said about justice and uniforms.”

“Yeah, maybe. There’s been a lot of copycats, yknow.” You shrugged. “I don’t know… Nothing really makes sense anymore and I- I guess I’m trying to figure out what I actually believe in. It just feels like I’m trying to be two different people, one around you and Frank but another around my friends… It’s exhausting.”

He came over carefully, kneeling in front of you. You pushed your hands over your hair and let them hang at the back of your neck.

“Y’know, I thought my life was bad.” You chuckled bleakly. “Constantly running, leaving people behind, killing whoever came after me just so I could live another day, lying to people I cared about… My training and upbringing and the stuff I couldn’t consent to. All of that so they didn’t die.”

“Hey.” He said gently, putting his hands on your knees. “A friend of mine once asked if I believed in second chances, changes of heart… I didn’t answer her then but yeah, I do. You know who you are, Ex. You’re a good person.”

“I wish I could believe that.”

Your eyes darted between his own red covered ones and you sighed. You wished you could see his whole expression, to see what kind of eyes he was looking at you with. Were his eyes blue? Maybe hazel?

You remembered when you asked Matt that question at Josie’s. He hadn’t answered you then either, but you knew he did. You didn’t care then that he hadn’t answered but now, sitting across from Daredevil, you wished he would’ve said something.

“Did you only know Y/N already because you know Franklin Nelson?” You asked quietly.

“What?”

“Y/N… She means something to you. You get this little spike when I talk about her.” You smiled slightly as you felt it again. “Who is she to you?”

“She’s… I don’t even know how to describe her.” He sighed. “She means a lot to me, outside of this.”

Your brows furrowed slightly as you understood that you did know Daredevil outside the suit. But it didn’t make sense to you who he could be. You’ve met a lot of people in passing that you didn’t stay around long. It could’ve been so many people, but who would’ve cared about you and the Kitchen so much that they’d be a local masked vigilante?

“But she doesn’t know…”

“No… No, I don’t want to worry her.”

“But she believes in you.”

“Yeah but she..” He shook his head, as if deciding against what he was going to say. Whatever it was, it made him sad if only for a moment. “She believes in you, too.”

“Is that the only reason you won’t give up on me?” You realized, your eyes unintentionally starting to water. You didn’t even care to control it, to shut it out. “For her?”

His silence was all the answer you needed. Your heart dropped into your stomach. You stumbled to your feet and felt an unprecedented dizziness. Everything felt like it was falling apart, crumbling away and slipping through your fingers. He moved to support you but you pushed him away.

You felt your anger seething, burning through your bones and down to your fingertips. You turned away and grabbed the ledge, gripping the metal corner bend aggressively, the chrome now smoking and going soft. The anger drew tears, fogging your mask. You closed your eyes tightly, feeling everything swell like a pressure in your head.

“Exodus?” He tried, putting a hand on your shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“You lied to me!” You screamed as you turned on him, pushing him away and allowing your anger to throw a blast of heat towards him that knocked him to the ground. “You never saw anything good in me!”

“What are you talking about?” He asked carefully, wiping a hand across his face as he sat up on his elbows. “Of course I do!”

“Liar!” You screamed again, shaking your head. Using your forearm, you pushed your mask up enough to clear your vision. You swiped your arm down, creating a line of red smoke that collided with Daredevil’s chest and laid him out. “You never believed in me! You only pretended to care because of her!”

Yelling about yourself felt strange. Blaming yourself for Daredevil’s intentions left a weird tingle in your chest. But it made you realize that everything between you two, the seemingly honest acceptance and understanding, the friendship and maybe even romance between you two. None of it was real.

“Y/-“ He began and your eyes went wide as that final nail sealed the coffin. You took a step back as he staggered to his feet with a hand out towards you, as if you were a wild animal. “Exodus.” He said firmly, as if it was what he always intended to say.

“Don’t.” You said firmly. You lifted your wrist, seeing the brilliant blue glowing back at you. “How can I trust you anymore? Everything has been fake!”

“It was real, okay? I swear to you. Trust me because it’s me!” He shouted desperately, echoing your words from earlier. “It’s me asking.”

“What does that mean?” You laughed. “I don’t even know you!”

“You do! You do, I promise!”

“I don’t.” You said quietly. “I don’t…”

“Exodus, please…” He begged, daring to step closer. “You and me, remember? Us against the world.”

You fired on him quickly, seeing the blue burst slam into the left side of his chest. He groaned and fell to his knee with a hand grabbing at the area.

“Just stay away from me.” You growled and jumped over the ledge.

It wasn’t until your feet hit the ground that you could figure out where you were. Finding a route to your apartment, you ran. You didn’t bother to stick to shadows and alleys. You couldn’t think that far ahead. You just needed to run. To run away from Daredevil and away from the lies.

From the betrayal.

That’s what it boiled down to. Daredevil was projecting his care for Y/N into Exodus. He never cared who she was or what she did, unless what she did interfered with what he did. Then it suddenly mattered.

Getting inside your apartment, you didn’t know what to do. You yanked off your Bites and your top, throwing them onto your couch. You undid the buckles for your belt and slammed it down. You threw your mask to the floor and collapsed against the wall, sliding down until you hit the ground.

You cried, for the first time in you couldn’t remember how long. You cried, sobbed until your breathing turned ragged and your face was probably red. You cried until your head hurt and you had no sound left. And at that point, you screamed. You took the deepest breath you could muster and let it all out, screaming so loud that your voice broke. A cold wave of blue smoke blasted out of your chest, shaking everything in your apartment until you felt empty.

Nothing hurt anymore. Nothing mattered anymore.

You sniffled and covered your eyes with your hand as you answered your phone, shakily bringing it to your ear.

“Yeah?” You managed, though your throat felt like it had been rubbed with sand paper.

“Y/N?” Karen answered worriedly. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“No.” You whispered, feeling a new wave of tears coming. You cleared your throat and gathered yourself as best you could. “What um- What’s up?”

“Foggy wanted to go out for drinks, told me to ask you to meet us at Josie’s but…”

“I think I’ll pass… Sorry.”

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Daredevil.” You said quietly. “He never- He- He never really thought I could… It was all lies. He never cared.”

“Oh… I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know you-“

You cleared your throat and wiped your face with your free hand as you scooted taller against the wall. “It’s fine… Probably better this way.” You lied.

“Do you want me to tell Foggy to come to you? We can pick up some drinks and just hang out there.” She offered. While you knew she had the best intentions in mind, it didn’t make you feel any better.

“No, thanks… I’d rather process this alone.”

“I don’t think you should.” She countered softly.

“I appreciate it.” You sighed. “But I’m better on my own, really. I’m just gonna go to the gym. I need to… need to punch something. I don’t wanna take it out on you guys. It’s not fair.”

“You know Matt is gonna be nosy as soon as I tell him, right?” She teased and you broke a small smile.

“Yeah, I know… Tell the guys whatever you want, okay? Hell, you could tell them the goddamn truth for all I care.”

“I’m not gonna do that. You should tell them when you want to, not just let it slip because you can’t think straight.”

“Thanks… You’re a good friend, Karen. Better than I dese-“

“Don’t even try it.” She cut in. “Don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll try. Night.”

You changed out of your suit and kicked it hastily under your bed. You tossed your accessories into their case and shoved it away as well. You dressed yourself in gym attire, checked your bag for your usual gym chalk, headphones and hand wraps, and took off. You used some bobby pins to pick the old lock, smiling at the fact that it was just as easy as before and headed in.

As soon as you dropped your bag on the old boxing ring, your phone went off. Already knowing who it would be, you popped in your headphones and answered.

“Before you say anything,” You warned as you began wrapping your hands. “No, I’m not coming. No, I don’t want you guys to come to my place. Yes, I'll be in the office tomorrow.”

“Well that covers the basics.” Matt chuckled. “What’s wrong?”

“Karen didn’t tell you?” Your brows furrowed.

“She said you got into some argument with a friend… What kind of argument?”

You smiled quickly as you heard Karen’s excuse. You were glad she didn’t say anything but couldn’t help but think maybe it would’ve been easier.

“The kind that ends up with two people very likely not talking anymore.” You sighed, finishing one hand and moving to the next.

“With your boyfriend?” He asked carefully.

“We were complicated.” You admitted. “But he’d probably flip his shit if I ever said he was my boyfriend, so…”

“C’mon, Y/N/N. Talk to me.” Matt softy insisted.

“I don’t really want to talk about it. He lied, plain and simple.”

“Well, are you so sure he lied?”

You fixed the velcro on your second hand before moving to the punching bag. You began slow, one hand after the other.

“You think I jumped the gun.” You nodded.

“I’m just saying that maybe there was more to the story.” He tried to sound casual but there was something personal in his words, like he was drawing on his own experience.

“Well when I ask a straightforward, yes or no question and I get silence, doesn’t seem like there’s much of a story to tell, Matty.”

“Maybe he was thinking of the best way to explain it.”

“He wasn’t really trying all that hard to convince me… You don’t know him, Matt. Neither did I, turns out.”

“I think that’s a bit dramatic.” Matt scolded and you scoffed. Your hands began to speed up against the punching bag. “And you just, what, ran away?”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“When things get real, when they get meaningful, you find an excuse and you run. You did the same thing with me in college.”

“What are you talking about? I left because I had to.. It had nothing to do with you!”

“Yeah and you never say anything else about it.” Matt argued. “All you say is that you had to. You’re gonna tell me there isn’t more of a story there?”

“Not one you need to know.”

“Of course.” He scoffed.

“What kind of confession are you looking for right now?”

“I’m not looking fo-“

“Cut the shit, Murdock. This is one of the most leading conversations I’ve ever had.” You laughed bitterly. “You can talk circles around everyone else but not me. I was there when you figured this shit out. Whatever you’re digging for, let it go.”

“So that’s it?”

“What else is there?”

“Why do you keep doing this? You keep pushing and pushing until these arguments get out of hand. You trying to push us away too?”

“Too?” You repeated in confusion. “I haven’t pushed anyone away lately.”

“Point is-“

“There is no point!” You cut in, slamming your fist through the old leather of the punching bag. “Fuck. I don’t know what you’re looking for from me right now. But I don’t need this shit. Not from you, Matthew. Anyone but you.”

There was silence on the other end but you could faintly hear Foggy and Karen calling Matt back to them.

“Go be with your friends.” You said, staring at the hole in the punching bag while your emotions settled. “Have fun, for once… You’ve been so far away from everyone lately. Enjoy yourself.”

“What about you?” He asked, his anger seemingly dissipated too. “I’m supposed to just let you sulk and mope by yourself all night?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smiled slightly at his lame attempt to make you laugh.

“You know I love you, right?” He said kindly.

“Yeah, I know…Good intentions, poor execution. Kinda your speciality.”

“Now that was uncalled for.” He chuckled.

“I love you, too, Matt. Night.”

You ended the call and blew out a sigh. Even though you caught his lame attempt to corner you and force a confession, you couldn’t rid yourself of the lurking suspicion that he knew something he shouldn’t. No amount of reps that night could get that thought out of your head.

So many things bounced around your brain that night. Frank saying you should keep Daredevil around. Daredevil swearing that he cared. Matt trying to squeeze admission from you. You could hear so many voices mixing and trading places at the forefront until you screamed for the umpteenth time that night.

You didn’t leave the gym until your muscles ached and your throat was raw from screaming. You trudged home, every ounce of energy sapped from your body. You managed to get into your apartment but the sound of running water in your bathroom confused you and electrified your body. Glancing around, you found no immediate weapons. You hurried to your kitchen and grabbed the chef’s knife from your drawer.

You pressed against the wall by the door and waited until they came out. Your arm snuck around their throat and slipped your foot between their legs. You yanked them back as you dropped to a knee, forcing them to trip over your leg and go down with you. You slid your knee up to their chest and pressed the blade against their throat, only to be created by an annoyingly familiar face.

“Jesus Christ.” You sighed and dropped the knife to the floor. You scooted back and pushed her away, though she grinned at you. “What the hell are you doing here, Elektra? How’d you find me?”

“It was easy enough.” She shrugged, though her smile never faltered. “Same as I found Matthew.”

“So why didn’t you ask him for whatever you need?”

“I did…” She rolled to her stomach and propped her chin on her hand. “He said no.” She pouted.

“Matt Murdock told you no?” You laughed. “For the first time in his life, he told you no?”

“Imagine my surprise.” She answered bitterly. She sighed loudly and pushed herself up to sit in front of you. “In all seriousness, Y/N, I do need your help.”

“I’m listening.” You said tiredly, and you weren’t quite sure why you were willing to help her. Maybe you just didn’t have the energy for another argument.

Elektra had been the focal point of a lot of fights between you and Matt in college. And not so much because you had feelings for Matt - which you did - but because you could see through her. She was your typical narcissist, making everything about her and not caring how she affected other people. She was manipulative, abusing Matt’s trust and exploiting his faith in people. And yet, she made you laugh. She had her secrets, same as you and Matt, but she was never ashamed of them. She was powerful and confident, something you hated to admit you admired.

She was still your friend in some odd way.

“My father, before he died, had dealings with the Roxxon Corporation. Little bit of everything. Energy, cleaning supplies, macaroni and cheese, child labor, slave trade. I believe they called it diversification.”

“And what does this have to do with me?” You rubbed your tired eyes.

“They hold most of his wealth, thanks to shitty investments on his part. I have a meeting with the board tomorrow at the Yakatomi building and I could use some legal support. I pay well, too.”

“I’m not a lawyer, El.” You shook your head.

“Yes, you are.” She nodded. “I checked into it. Nearly perfect Bar score. Sound familiar?”

“It’s not official. Not until I get the little card.” You made the shape of a card with your fingers. “My speciality would be defense and litigation, anyway. I don’t think I’d be much help… There’s not enough time to put anything together anyway.”

“There’s about fifteen hours, give or take. You can brush up on some skills.”

“Fifteen?” Your eyes went wide. “Elektra, I’m exhausted as is. I can’t stay up all night doing this. If Matt already said no, there’s probably a reason.”

“It’ll be fun.” She reasoned with a wicked grin. “Just like old times, even.”

“Old times involved Matt and you and I almost getting into a fist fight once a week.” You laughed.

“That’s what made it fun!”

You shook your head with a smile. “If I do this, you have to be honest about what I’m getting into. I can’t take a dirty case.”

“It’s not dirty…” She tilted her head as she thought. “Well it’s not squeaky clean either.”

“Damn it, Elektra.” You grumbled.

“But I promise, I only need to get in there and get my father’s money.” She recovered quickly.

“If you want me to do this, you need to put together a file of what I need to know. Accounts, shareholders, CEO, CFO, who your father did deals with, any proof of those deals.” You pointed a finger at her. “I’ve been up for way too long and I’m not researching anything tonight.”

“Thank you, Y/N. You and Matthew are the only ones I can trust.” She nodded.

“You broke into my apartment.” You deadpanned. “But you’re talking trust?”

“You should get a better lock.” She shrugged. “It was easy to pick.”

“You’re annoying.” You smiled. “We got a deal?”

“I’ll see you in the morning.” She winked and pushed herself up to leave.

“Yakatomi building, right?” You asked as she reached your door.

“I’ll send a car.” She said simply before leaving.

You were so tired you didn’t bother to shower or even get off the floor. You reached for your gym bag, scrunched it up, and used it as a pillow to sleep on.

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𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 - 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - 𝚈/𝚗'𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚓𝚊𝚒𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝚂𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚈/𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚗. 𝙸𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎?

Warnings! - Mentions of criminal activity, drugs, fighting, assault (not sexual), imprisonment, and derogatory name-calling. Reader also is described as wearing glasses which will be the only description.

Walking into the prison lobby I try to control my body's shakiness by gripping the box in my hands tighter. I don't want to show how nervous I am on my first day, especially since this is my first time stepping into a jail only after my interview. Let alone being anywhere near male prisoners who have done horrendous things. I'm truly not a judgemental person at heart, as that trait also is usually required with the career I have chosen, but I can't help but feel anxious about the people I would be counseling. Murderers? Drug dealers and addicts? Theifs? Or maybe just "Plain Jane" people who evaded taxes or had too many traffic violations?

Who fucking knows.

I've heard the horror stories and was even warned by my interviewer, the prison warden, about what this job would entail and how difficult it can be for most people. I'd like to think that my years in school have properly trained me for this kind of thing but you never know how deep the water is until you jump off the cliff and land right in it. I just hope I don't get ripped apart and eaten alive on my first day.

Walking up to the woman behind the front counter I put my box on top and to the side to sign in. She looks up from the newspaper she was writing on and slides a clipboard from under the thick plexiglass. I remember meeting her when I came in the first time for my interview. She's older than me, 40s I'd assume, whose personality resembles someone knowledgable yet sassy and headstrong.

"Your first day huh?", She asked looking me up and down as much as she could while sitting in the creaky rolling chair behind the counter.

"Yes ma'am, my name is Y/n, I'm gonna be the new counselor-"

"Mhmm", she drags out, interrupting me and giving me an incredulous look. She taps the pen she was already holding against the clipboard she slid to me. "Sign your first and last name in print, the time you came in, and your employee number."

I take the pen tethered to the clipboard and with still shaky hands try to sign my name as neatly as possible. I take the paper that has my employee number on it out of the box I set down and copy the number onto the sign-in sheet. When I finish I set the pen down and slide the clipboard back to her under the glass. She looks at me again with raised eyebrows and I return a shy smile to try and diffuse the silent tension in the lobby.

She takes the clipboard and tosses her paper onto the desk in front of her, it seems she is doing the daily crossword. Getting up from her chair with a grunt she starts walking to the side door and motions with her hand for me to follow her. I grab my box and quickly make my way around the counter and away from the empty lobby. A loud buzz signals the unlocking of the large door and a man in a guard's uniform motions me through the doorway.

"Set all your items on the table and empty your pockets completely, then step through the detector with your hands by your side.", he says in a monotone manner that seems like he is reading a line from a script.

I set the box down and he starts to sift through it a little aggressively I might add. I empty my pockets only containing my phone, wallet, and car keys onto the table as well and slowly walk through the standing metal detector with my arms down. A few loud beeps are heard and another male guard standing on the other side of the detector asks in an annoyed tone "Do you have any metal on you?"

I pat my pockets and think for a moment before grabbing my glasses which have a thin metal frame and hand them to him with an apologetic look. I walk backward and step back through the detector again and luckily it doesn't beep again. The guard slides me all of my items from the other side and I quickly put my glasses on, shove everything back in my pockets, and grab my box of office items. The female guard from the counter then directs me to the inside of the office area beside the detector.

It's plain and lifeless with blinding white lights above us. Only having a couple desk chairs, old computers, and boxes of papers strewn about near the front counter. Near the back are two doors, one unlabeled and the other saying "Break Room", and a station set up to take pictures for visitors' passes and worker IDs. She has me set down my box again and pose in front of the camera to take my picture for my work ID.

After the flash, she goes to check if the picture came out correctly and gives a slight "hmph" sound with her lips pressed together after looking at it.

"Did it come out bad?", I ask.

She glances up at me and shakes her head with a dry chuckle. "No honey, I just know that they'll chew you up and spit you out in there." She absentmindly then clicks on the computer mouse a few times to print the ID.

Oh, dear god. If I wasn't already shaking much before then I was now vibrating like a fearful chihuahua. I stand frozen already doubting myself. Am I gonna even gonna last a month? A week? Till the end of the day?? Usually, I'm a strong-willed and determined woman, I knew what I was getting myself into and had tried my best to mentally and emotionally prepare myself beforehand. My father himself worked in law enforcement and so I knew the implications of how rough and tough this job would be. But to already be here, and to have just the front desk lady tell me that I'm doomed is a different level of doubt that I have developed since walking in.

She's probably seen the worst of the worst and interacted with the inmates regularly and knows that this type of stuff isn't for the faint of heart. Especially a girl who is young and fresh out of college and hasn't even had any experience in the real world with counseling yet. If what she believes is correct then I may have greatly overestimated my abilities here.

The printer finishes printing my plastic ID and she attaches it to a clip and hands it to me. I clip it to the right side of my blouse and look back at her nervously.

She sighs heavily, "Look I didn't mean to freak you out but I'm sure a girl as pretty and bright-eyed as you isn't going to last long in a place like this. It's not meant for you. You should try to get out as fast as you can before they get to you first."

I nod with a straight frown, grab my box again, and follow her as she starts walking out of the office and she grabs of stack of folders on the way out. We silently walk down the hall passing a few other doors such as a supply closet, a small library for the inmates, and a commissary with a counter that resembles the front lobby.

We reach what I assume is my office door and she takes a key from her key ring attached to her belt loop and unlocks the door. We step inside and the room looks just like a small office. A wooden desk with another old computer and a grey rolling chair behind it with a metal chair on the other side, a narrow bookshelf, and two separate metal filing cabinets. Other than that it's just white walls, a dirty window, an annoyingly bright overhead light, and a dusty smell that lingers.

I walk forward, set my box down on the desk, move around it, and then begin opening the drawers. She steps inside and closes the door behind her.

"I can at times be a little too frank and harsh with my words."

I look up at her.

"I promise it comes from a place of care and not dislike. You just don't seem like the type of person to be equipped to deal with these types of men and I don't want this place to change you like it does to a lot of people. We lost several counselors pretty quickly and I don't want you to feel obligated to stay to try and prove something."

I sit in the creaky chair behind me which seems to be a recurring theme with these office chairs that are supplied.

"I know I don't have to prove anything but I want to help people, it's my passion and to be honest I do want to prove something to others and myself. These inmates are people too and if I can cause real change then that's all that matters to me."

She looks up to the ceiling with a deep inhale and then meets eye contact with me again. "Alright well, I'm only going to try to convince you so much before I just let you do your thing. If the warden wasn't so damn desperate for counselors you wouldn't be here but we can't change that. You seem sweet and I just don't want anything to break your spirit."

I give her a small smile "I think I'll be okay but I appreciate you for trying."

She returns my smile, "So you should already have your schedule, and here are the inmate files you'll need."

I nod and she sets the stack of manila folders she was carrying on my desk. She then comes around the desk next to me and leans over to reach the computer.

"Okay, so your computer password is gonna be your first and last initial, followed by your employee number and the last 4 numbers of your social.", I nod along, "Here's the database for inmate information, and this computer has basic Microsoft Office for you to do all of your work. This is the communication database that we use to send emails and inmate information. Don't share your password with anyone since you're one of the onsite counselors you are going to be dealing with confidential information regularly." She holds a small set of four keys attatched to a flimsy keyring. "This is the key to your office, key to your desk, key to your file cabinets, and finally a key to the front office." She goes through labeling each key and then hands the set to me.

I nod a final time and turn to face her and see that her badge says Carla M. "Thank you Mrs. Carla I appreciate you helping with everything."

She stands up, turns to me, and pats my shoulder, "No worries, and let me know if you need anything honey okay? But don't bother me when I'm doing my crossword." I laugh lightly and watch her walk out of my "new" office. Well, new to me.

I do a quick little tap tap on the desk with my hands and begin unpacking my box setting my cup of pens to the left, a little bobblehead duck next to my shiny nameplate, and finally a cute floral mousepad under the keyboard and mouse. I open the top desk drawer and set other essential office supplies that I want out of the way along with my phone, wallet and keys. I then lock the drawer with key I was just given.

I check the schedule that I have attached to my clipboard and see that the first inmate that I will be seeing today is named Christopher Sturniolo. I grab one of the manila folders that is labeled with his name and notice that it's one of the thickest in the pile. I open it and inspect the first page.

Holy freaking crap, he's cute.

I find myself just gawking at his inmate picture for an extended period and slightly shaking my head to get myself out of the trance I was temporarily put in. I push my glasses back up my nose and continue to read his file. Armed robbery, drug charges, and resisting arrest along with a decorated history of assaults and fighting with other inmates. Whoa.

Looking back at the picture on the top left of the folder he just doesn't seem like the type to be so violent. With floppy brown hair and a seriously chiseled jaw, I'm curious to find out what went wrong in his life for this young and incredibly handsome guy to choose this life.

Right when I'm finishing up flipping through his file a loud knock sounds at the door and I yell a quick "Come in!"

A guard then opens the door and peaks his head in, "Ms. Y/n?".

"Mhm, that's me!"

He pushes open the door wider and drags in a not-so-joyful-looking Christopher Sturniolo through the door followed by another guard holding onto his other arm. He's in handcuffs and is a wearing bright orange jumpsuit that the prison provides for the inmates. They shove him into the chair onto the other side of my desk so hard that it slides a couple inches and scrapes loudly across the floor.

He doesn't even look at me, just directing his attention to my yellow ducky bobblehead that is gently nodding along. I clear my throat slightly and he makes eye contact with me giving me one of the deadest stares I've probably ever seen. It's quite honestly bone-chilling.

"Hi, my name is Y/n I'm the new counselor for this unit it's really nice to meet you, Christopher." I extend my hand across the desk to shake his hand. He just stares at my extended hand for a couple seconds and then looks back into my eyes rolling them before looking out of the window covered by dusty blinds. I hesitantly draw my hand back towards me while the two guards muffle a slight chuckle at my connection attempt.

"Um, I think we should get started with just basic stuff y'know to get you more comfortable-"

"God shut the fuck up." He mumbles while still looking outside the window.

I gape at him a little and look to the guards who just look at him with one look of annoyance and one who raises their eyebrows at me to see if I'd quip back. I label the two guards in my head as Annoyed and Eyebrows. "Don't start that shit boy." Annoyed warns him.

"I'm sorry if I offended you Christopher but-", I start.

"It's fucking Chris." He quickly whips his head toward me to correct me. Squinting his eyes even more than they should possibly be able to without closing. I gape even more if that was also even possible and he scoffs shaking his head as he leans back manspreading. "Stupid bitch."

Eyebrows steps forward slightly and booms "Do I need to give you another citation Sturniolo?"

Chris sucks his teeth and looks back outside the window. I twiddle with my thumbs on top of my desk. Shit just got really awkward. Not even 5 minutes into my first session and it's already going to shit. I can't help but scan my eyes over him. His pretty blue eyes that are directed away, his strong jaw and straight nose, his arms that seem to go for miles and that look wide and squeezable-

What the fuck Y/n.

Literally, a criminal is sitting right in front of you. A very hot criminal though.

"Maybe he'd feel more comfortable if you two step out during the session," I suggest.

All three heads turn to me in confusion. "Are you sure?" Eyebrows asks me in disbelief. I nod with a smile. "We can't discuss anything with you two breathing over his shoulders the whole time. It's fine." I reassure them while also expressing that they are impeding a bit.

They cautiously move towards the door and I see them exit both looking confused and concerned. I look back towards Chris to see that his eyes haven't left me. He licks his lips as a broad smirk crawls up his face. His eyes look hungrily toward me, maybe even starved. Quite a change in his mood since the guards were in here with us.

"We're alone now princess, what are you gonna do with me?"

A/N - holy cow i know that was a lot i'm sorry (>﹏<) please bear with me this is the first fic i've ever written and i'm incredibly anxious about posting it so i hope y'all like it. i plan on turning this into a series that's why there's almost no interaction with chris here but i promise it's going to be so so so so good just had to get technical stuff out of the way first. i've been a fan of the triplets for a while and i've been silently lurking around the community for a while as well so i finally grew the balls to write something lol (had fomo tbh). i really look forward to chatting with y'all and writing even more so let me know what y'all think of this one and if i should continue it. thank yew ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ (ps also let me know if the font in the beginning is too difficult to read or if y'all like it, i can def change it just lmk)

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[thatboisus]

he wants me so bad (he’s fictional and i read a fanfic about him)

#harry potter #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter x reader #harry potter imagine #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #regulus black x reader #regulus black #joel miller #joel miller x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #jake peralta #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #x reader #reader insert

[ageofstarkey]

hi, baby ✰ m. sturniolo

pairing: bf!matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: you wake up grumpy after a nap & matt knows exactly how to make you feel better

warnings: some swearing, not rlly anything else??

note: i’ve loved the sturniolo’s for SO LONG n i’ve always wanted to write for matt (the love of my entire life <3) so this is me testing the water hehe, lmk if u enjoy/want to see more!!

comments & reblogs are so appreciated! <3

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“oh my god she’s alive-”

with an intentionally audible sigh, you head towards matt on the couch - ignoring chris and nick in their entirety as you pass them in the kitchen.

matt smiles fondly as you approach; reaching for your hand when you’re close enough to touch. “hi, baby.” his voice is soft as he tugs you onto his lap - one hand immediately coming up to smooth your sleep tussled hair away from your face. the subconscious action forces a stubborn little grin onto your lips. “good nap?”

with another little sigh, much quieter than the first, you drop your head against matt’s shoulder. “mhmm. ‘m still tired though.” the words are muffled by the fabric of matt’s hoodie - your heavy eyes falling shut as he begins to smooth an absentminded trail up and down the length of your spine.

“do you want to get a coffee and go for a drive?” he offers - voice soft and fond as he looks down at you.

“really?”

“sure - i need to get gas anyways.”

“are you kidding me?” the sound of nick’s voice is unmistakable, and you bite back a little laugh as he speaks. “i literally just asked you to take me to target and you flat-out refused like four fucking times.”

with a roll of his eyes that you can almost feel, matt turns his head towards his brothers in the kitchen. “nick - that’s different and you know it.”

“different? how is it different, matt? because i actually don’t know and i would love for you to enlighten me.”

“because you’re not my fucking girlfriend, nick - jesus christ.”

“no, that’s true, but i am your brother - your triplet no less. does that mean nothing to you?”

“at the moment? no, it really doesn’t.” decidedly done with the conversation, matt turns his head back to you. “you ready to go?”

with a soft little laugh, you stretch up to press a lazy kiss against his jaw. “we should take nick to target.” you say quietly.

“i’ll take him tomorrow.” he says back, tilting your head up with two fingers so it’s level with his own. you can’t fight your silly little grin when he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. “i’ve barely seen you all day.”

“but i feel ba-”

matt kisses you again, effectively silencing your feeble attempt at a protest. “don’t feel bad.” he says, lips still brushing softly against yours as he speaks. “he doesn’t even need anything - the kid just wants to look around.” with a gentle pat to your thigh, he’s maneuvering the two of you into an upright position. “now c’mon - we’re going to starbucks.”

#ageofstarkey writing <3 #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x y/n #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfiction #matt sturniolo fic #sturniolo triplets

[hollandsangel]

move over | m. sturniolo

okAY here we go this is my first sturniolo fic please be nice to me i am afraid

ps if you’d like to be tagged in any (possible) future fics comment 🍜

summary: matt needs a bigger bed

wc: 1k

warnings: matt x fem!reader, cursing, nightmares? no description really, just funny and fluffy 🫡 all the triplets are in it but reader is dating matt!

..does anyone remember that one video where matt said chris never sleeps in his own bed? well…

gif by @mattsturnioloarchive !

you feel yourself slipping back into consciousness, and you can tell from the soft, pale blue light of matt’s bedroom that it’s morning. matt’s fast asleep behind you, resting on his stomach with you tucked up into his side, his right arm slung over your waist. you’re already upset that you have to pee, the idea of crawling out of the sleep-warm bed and leaving your boyfriend’s cozy embrace is not an appealing one, but the nagging in your bladder won’t go away.

with a sleepy sigh you stretch your arm out just enough to the tap the screen of your phone, the numbers 8:23 glaring back you. you still don’t have to be up for another hour and a half, which you think is an acceptable amount of time left to lay in matt’s arms and snooze a bit more, even if you don’t really need anymore sleep.

it’s a bit tricky to clamber out of bed without waking the sleeping boy next to you. trying to keep from dragging the duvet with you when you slide out. you tuck matt back in properly before you wander off to his bathroom. softly, you click the door shut, and it, along with your sleep-hazy mind, muffles any sounds coming from outside the bathroom.

for once, chris slept in his own bed, knowing you’d be sleeping over and nick was editing the video meant to go up later this afternoon early into the morning. it’s too early for him to be waking up on his own but something stirs him into wakefulness, his heart beating a little faster than it should be.

matt had woken up for a mere second when you slipped out of bed and hasn’t fallen back into the depth of his sleep, waiting for you to come back. he’s just barley alert enough to hear shuffling from down the hall, getting louder until the person responsible is standing at the crack in the door.

“matt?” chris whispers, peeking into the bedroom.

matt groans and rolls over just until he can see his brother over his shoulder, “what, chris?”

“i had a fucked up dream, dude,” chris says, padding further into the room, “where’s y/n?”

matt turns a little closer to his brother, facing him now, “bathroom,” he mumbles, “what was it about?”

chris is still standing in the middle of the room, phone held loosely in his hand, “you got into a fuckin’ car accident, a really bad one” he admits, feeling a bit foolish and juvenile for running to his brother after a bad dream, “can i sleep in here?”

matt’s face softens and he rubs his eye, “yeah, ‘course.” he says, watching chris slowly walk towards the bed, “that’s her side,” he says though when chris tries to lay where you had been.

chris fakes a scowl and matt makes a face back, sleep still tugging at his mind. the two of them lay back down, back to back, tugging the covers over their shoulders.

you finish washing your hands and shut off the bathroom light. rubbing at your eyes, you make your way back to matt’s room, looking forward to sleeping a bit longer. upon wandering in you’re met with more than one body under the blankets, making you stop in your tracks.

“chris?” you wonder outloud, stopped in the door way.

matt answers before his brother can, “he had a bad dream,” he explains to you, face smushed into the pillow, leaving the words all muffled and extra groggy.

“sure,” you say, as if chris sleeping in matt’s bed doesn’t surprise you (it doesn’t). dragging your feet over to your side of the bed to matt, where he’s taking up a bit too much room. “move over,” you tell him when he peels the blankets back for you. he shuffles back with a little too much effort and you climb back into bed.

once you’re settled matt scoots a little bit closer to you to make more room for the three people now in his queen sized bed, but also because he never passes up an excuse to hold you a little tighter.

you doze in and out, matt’s soft breath against your neck keeping you a little bit dazed but not quite enough to lull you back to sleep fully. it must be nearing 10 am now, more bright sun spilling in from the cracks in the curtains above the bed. you think chris is awake too, hearing breathy little chuckles every now and then. you reach for your phone, deciding on a mindless scroll through instagram.

after a few minutes it sounds like nick has also woken up, his footsteps audible in the bedroom above. you hear him coming down the stairs, and you think he stops in the kitchen until his voice fills the quiet halls.

“chris?” he asks, standing in his brother’s empty bedroom, confused as to why he’s not in bed.

“in here,” chris speaks up, waiting for nick to press the door open.

he does, standing at arms length with a skeptical look on his face, almost afraid of what he might find. “um…hello, what are you doing in here?” nick asks, finally crossing the threshold.

“he had a bad dream,” matt says into your shoulder, startling you. you didn’t know he was awake.

“i had a bad dwream,” chris says in that stupid pouty voice that drives all of you insane, no doubt looking at nick with puppy dog eyes.

“oh…kay,” nick says and you laugh at the suspicion still evident in his tone.

“did you see the tik tok i sent you?” chris is laughing but stops abruptly when matt kicks him in the calf, which makes you giggle into your boyfriend’s arm.

“yeah, but i’m a bit more preoccupied with the absurdity of the three of you in matt’s bed right now,” nick says in his distinct deadpan drawl, which only makes you smile more.

“c’mon nick you might as well join us,” you say, earning a loud, over exaggerated groan from matt, his arms tightening around your waist.

you think nick must oblige because he doesn’t say anything for a second, coming closer to the bed.

“move over, dummy fuck,” he says to chris, who laughs out loud and scoots closer to matt.

“i hate them,” matt whispers in your ear.

tags! @mattsturnioloarchive @averysbestyears

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[kendallsroyco]

I need someone to show Charlie this tweet 💀

#charlie cox #what i would pay to see him read this out loud #this is better than any thirst tweet imaginable #daredevil #matt murdock