✞ ─ hey y'all!! sorry for the absence, life has been a bit busy lately. i've got everyone's replies drafted and will be getting to them over the weekend.
'I'll be fine Karen.' 'I'm fine Karen. ' ' Don't worry Karen.'
How many times was she going to have to hear those words? How many times was she going to have to force down her concerns and pretend like everything was just fine? A small scoff is given at his question before crossing her arms. "No.... I wouldn't."
The blonde swallows as he dismisses her concerns, fighting back her urge to scream to the rooftops that this wasn't fine. This wasn't normal. "Matt, you can't act like if our roles were reversed you wouldn't worry about me o-or wouldn't try to help. I understand you don't want to talk about it, okay? Believe me, I get it, but....if there's a problem- if you have a problem- people can help. I can he- just....I wish you or Foggy could give me something to explain all the bruises."
Cerulean eyes roll at his divergent, a hand running through blonde strands as she takes a deep sigh. "Yeah...yeah I have some laundry deter- how are you supposed to get the stain out if you can't see? Just...just bring it by and I'll take care of it." Another soft touch is given to his wound after his thanks. "You don't have to thank me...but you can do that by just trying...not to get anymore bruises."
✞ ─ lie after lie, time after time. some would refer to it as omitting the truth, but that never sat right with matt. he knew what he was doing, fully conscious of it, told himself that it was for the greater good. didn't need the people he cared about getting involved in his extracurricular activities─ not more than they already were, anyway. ❛ i know. ❜ lips pressed into a thin smile. ❛ i'm just askin' you to trust me on this. it's not as bad as it looks, i promise. ❜ another lie. as time went on, they became easier and easier to get past his lips. didn't mean it pained him any less. having to keep a secret this big was never easy. even more so when it was from the people he held dearest.
a relieved sigh escaped him─ accidental─ glad to move on from the topic of his injuries. ❛ i was just... going to throw them in the wash and hope for the best. ❜ quiet chuckle, small grin sat lingering on chapped lips. red glasses were sitting idly on his coffee table, vulnerable, a sign of trust exhibited between people he cared for. the shirt had been hanging on the back of a nearby chair, blood stain still wet from being scrubbed earlier in the day. ❛ the thing is, i do. ❜ complacency bred laziness, wasn't about to stop expressing his gratitude towards his friends. especially karen. ❛ you already do so much for me─ too much, sometimes. ❜ that same apologetic smile presses lips thin again, feels like on most days he doesn't do enough. ❛ the least i can do is express how much it means to me. ❜ how much she means to him─ but those words never make it past his lips. not yet.
HE HAD HALF A MIND TO QUESTION THAT. if for no other reason than his own curiosity, though, he thought better of it ; it wasn't as if people leaving was a notion that he was unfamiliar with. hell, half of the time, he almost welcomed that reality. when matt hooked his arm around his own, the wolf glanced over at the man, but otherwise... didn't say anything about it. the two of them walking in relative silence, until they reached matt's apartment building. ❛ ─ how unfortunate for you, that i'm not your client.. you could charge me for that. ❜ he quipped, clicking his tongue lightly to the back of his teeth.
once inside, logan hummed, while he shrugged out of his jacket and hung it next to matt's before walking down the extended hallway and into the main expanse of the apartment. ❛ ... i mean, depends on your definition of special, right? ❜ he offered. in truth, it was actually refreshing. to not walk into a dwelling and immediately be welcomed by an artificial voice, which was his normal, between JARVIS, and more currently, FRIDAY. ❛ ─ though, that tacky LED sign would quite literally drive me up a wall ; not going to lie. ❜ logan said, having walked over to the set of twin windows near the couch. it was the humming. while far too low for most human ears, his own, picked it up crystal clear.
✞ ─ it wasn't uncommon for matthew to bring people back to his apartment─ though more often than not they were women that he'd had an eye on for some time. at least logan ticked off one of those boxes. whiskey sloshes against glass, swirled around before taking a sip. was dying to get out of his suit pants─ constraining─ but even matthew had some decorum left. ❛ tell me about it─ ❜ shoes are taken off, placed neatly in the corner, stuffed with the white socks he'd been wearing. ❛ the light's not the problem─ though i'm sure you've noticed. ❜ all in all it wasn't the worse thing to deal with in exchange for reduced rent. years of meditation had helped matthew get a better hold over his heightened senses─ that, and earplugs.
❛ can i get you anythin' to drink? ❜ almost forgets to offer. on any other day he'd hold it over his own head─ being a bad host─ but working overtime in both job departments had left him a bit lacking in social skills. ❛ fresh out of ice, though─ so you'll have to deal. ❜
"I'd be a shit companion if I didn't bring your best friend something to munch on as well. You should see my team when someone gets snubbed on food, would you believe Rogue is the scariest?" The banter is easy and comfortable, it lacked any complications or drama, a nice change of pace from his past romances. Matt was someone who had been a friend first, and thus it was easy to build something more from that foundation... a solid friendship, and one with a guy with an incredible ass.
Matt's teasing words amused him, but the softness to his tone relieved him, Alex was practically floating by the time he stood again to wander over to the door and lock it, a million thoughts swirling in his head. "No valentine has spoken for me. You offering?" The blonde asks, steadily walking back over and passed the chair he had sat in for only a moment. With a sudden inhale of air, he lays one strong hand along Matt's shoulder, his palm sliding gently down and across the lawyer's chest, smoothing across the fabric and feeling the muscles beneath. Pastries were a good payment for exploratory touching, he wanted map every inch of the man's body with both his hands and his tongue.
Face red, he leans down again, another stubbly kiss to Matt's cheek. "You can have your treat, but I'd like to have mine as well." The hand on Matt's chest trails down to his stomach, and even further until it reaches his waist. "What do you say, gorgeous?" Pressing his weight, he pushes Matt's office chair back so there's enough space for him to slide between the chair and the desk, muscular legs bending before he situates himself in a kneeling position in front of the other man.
Fingers ghost slightly down, toying with the idea of pulling at Matt's belt or slipping beneath the waistband. Another lean, and with his face inches away from the fabric of Matt's pants he breathes hot air along Matt's crotch, a chuckle in his tone. "Better answer quick, Matty, Foggy could be back any minute."
✞ ─ thoughtful. whether alex was doing it to impress matthew, or because it was just in his nature, it didn't matter much─ though matt believed more in the latter. the sweetness of the pastry was cut by the bitterness of the coffee, a good balance between the two. it's one of the reasons these were matt's favourites, didn't overpower his senses too much─ not like other sugar-loaded foods did. footsteps echo through the room, the familiar click of their barely-functioning door lock bringing a smile to the lawyer's lips. ❛ i thought this was your way of askin' me to be yours.❜ with the mutant by his side again, matthew reaches out, hand caressing the others arm.
familiar fingers run across his chest─ strewn with scares, some fresh wounds─ but the pain was nothing compared to the affection he was getting. fingers trailed further south, over defined muscles, stopping at his waist. knew what the other was hinting at, only driven home by words spoken. the situation was certainly risky─ though the door was locked─ the windows closed, curtains open for anyone to see. ❛ y'know i'm not going to stop you, alex. ❜ who was he to deny them carnal desires, when both of them desired them so. for someone so adamant about religion, matthew sure knew how to pick and choose which parts he abided by. sex before marriage? couldn't care less.
breath hitches as the other inches closer and closer, swears he can feel the other's prickly beard through the fabric. reaches down, fingers carding through blonde hair, running down to caress one of his cheeks. ❛ then what are you waitin' for, valentine? ❜ smooth as ever─ or at least, he'd like to think he was. free hand reaches down once more, undoes the top button on his suit pants, followed by the loud sound of a zipper being undone.
Peter just laughed at Matt's reply. “Fuck. You're such a whore” The man didn't even object. He gladly agreed to let Peter get him on his knees so he could suck him right there in the open. After a full day of patrolling and helping the others, his cock was very sweaty and musky, but he knew the man was kinky and loved a cock like that. Peter brought his hand to Matt's head, letting out a moan as he felt those warm lips wrap around his huge, thick beer can cock.
“Fuck. I've been swinging all day, here and there. I'm so sweaty, but I know you love a good musky cock, don't you?” Peter grinned as his cock throbbed as he listened to Matt moan softly, savoring his length. “Wipe all the sweat off there, buddy.”
✞ ─ never thought this was what he'd be reduced to in his free time, but couldn't care less about how it made him look. too many other things to worry his pretty head to not give in to some carnal desires. peter wasn't that much younger than him, though it didn't show. history of depression, christianity─ violence─ catching up to him quicker than any skin care routine could deal with. ignores the other's voice for the time being, senses too overloaded by everything else. single hand reaches behind peter, firm grip on the back of his thigh, mouth preoccupied trying to fit more of peter's cock inside.
doesn't take long until matthew gets overzealous, cocky, pushes himself too far before he chokes on the other's length. had to be a metaphor for his day-to-day life. takes a moment to regain composure, rests back against the wall behind him, smirk wide on his expression. ❛ even when gettin' head that mouth doesn't stand still. ❜ something that matthew had always commented on─ the spider's inability to ever shut up. just to see how the other would react, the man forced himself onto peter's cock again─ almost all the way to the base─ swallowing around its girth, spilling drool all over.
"open my gift next and tell me how much you hate me then."
you on lifetime/netflix sentence meme (closed)
✞ ─ a familiar voice. one that he's grown fond of over the years. relationship had always been hot and cold, laden with intricacies too complex for most people to comprehend. one of the few people matthew trusted─ elektra natchios. ❛ y'know i'm not good with presents. ❜ never had been, at least not when on the receiving end. fingers ran over the gift he'd been handed, a plain box─ not even wrapped, didn't have to be. the lid is lifted, feeling inside, rugged material, reinforced in all the right places, flexible in others. a small smile presses lips together, didn't take long for him to realise what it was.
with a recent uptick in criminal activity in the kitchen, matthew had been working overtime to get anything done as his alter ego. more fights came with more distress to his suit, to the point where going out in its current state would be dangerous in the least. ❛ thank you, elektra. ❜ a brand new suit. something he'd been meaning to get, but hadn't had the time. it was a thoughtful gift, a necessity, an insurance for his own well-being. much like elektra to get him something in that vein. ❛ it's perfect. ❜ a man of few words in vulnerable situations, matthew stands from his seat and approaches the other. takes a moment, leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against her cheek, scruffy beard scratching at the other's skin─ smile stretching into a confident smirk.
love has uneven edges but it is something you sink your teeth into. with love you give all of yourself over and feel everything as it happens- good and bad. for you love can be a fight, whether it's hard won or hard lost (or hard to hold on to), love has a way of leaving its impression in your skin. it's not that it hurts, it's just that it knows your tender spots and seems to hit those first.
REPOST & LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE.
songs under the cut.
tagged by: @plasmablasts
tagging: @lycanstark, @survivorofhellskitchen, @gloriousxdarkness
the modern leper by frightened rabbit.
i'm lying on the ground now
and you walk in through the only door
well, i have lost my eyesight like i said i would
but i still know that that is you in front of me
and you are back for even more of exactly the same
well, are you a masochist?
you love a modern leper on his last leg
you're not ill and i'm not dead
doesn't that make us the perfect pair?
you should sit with me and we'll start again
and you can tell me all about what you did today
drugs by EDEN.
'cause i just feel so tired
like i need something to come alive
she said, "you ain't you when you're like this
this ain't you, what you done?"
and i said, "that's the point"
'cause I'm a fucking mess inside
and i'll say what i don't mean
just 'cause i wanted or maybe i need it
swear lying's the only rush i need
these fangs by say hi.
turn away, turn away
i'm not sure i'd like you to see me this way
most days these fangs are inside someone
so you cant see them when, when i smile at you
and i don't mind if you want to hide your fangs too
seventeen by sir chloe.
shivering, no time for sleep
gotta wipe away the grease
pretty thing, you'll be complete
when we cut away the teeth
stumbling on perfect feet
turn me into seventeen
you are the ocean by phantogram.
in the fall i get lonely
in the winter i'm still lonely
come the knives of the springtime
in the summer i go crazy
cause you are the ocean
and i'm good at drownin'
you should be lookin' out
the mornin' will follow
and i won't remember
you should be lookin' out
it feels like i've been here
i've been here forever
you should be lookin' out
youth by daughter.
and if you're in love, then you are the lucky one
'cause most of us are bitter over someone
setting fire to our insides for fun
to distract our hearts from ever missing them
but i'm forever missing him
jacobvanloon
gummygunk
titsay
izzy806
vaporwave
turnnoffyourmind
