“I’ve been fucking the neighbour, okay?!”
“We haven’t been intimate in weeks. That must say something about how I make you feel.”
“I was only ever here because I pitied you… and then it escalated and I didn’t know how to get out.”
“To me you’re nothing more than a mercy fuck.”
“I can’t believe you were lying to me all this time.”
“There is nothing I want more than to be with you, but I can’t.”
“You’re nothing but a warm mouth to me.”
“You can’t just lead me on for weeks and expect me to be okay with that all being made up!”
“No, I’m not okay! You hurt me and now you expect me to feel sorry for you? You can’t blame your mistakes on your ‘problems’ all the time, okay?! I thought you loved me!”
“I can’t believe you actually thought I was in love with you.”
“I knew you were cheating on me. Well, guess what: last night I cheated on you too. I wanted you to know what it felt like.”
“I had no idea you felt like that about me. I thought you were just interested in me as a friend. I’m sorry.”
“I wasn’t leading you on! We were just having fun, right? It’s not my fault you got your hopes up.”
“Woah, it was a one night stand, nothing more, okay?”
“You mean this as a sex only thing, right? I don’t do relationships.”
“No, you can’t come over. I’m married and have kids. Wrap your head around that.”
“If you thought I could ever be into you like that, you thought wrong.”
“You’re not my type.”
“So, who is it that you’re fucking? Is he/she hotter than me? Younger? What is it?”
“Oh my god, you’re in love with me, aren’t you?”
“I’ve met someone.”
“You’re getting too clingy. I don’t like them when they get clingy.”
“You just don’t make me happy anymore. It’s as simple as that.”
“Do you even still love me? Or have you just grown bored with me? What is it? I can’t go on not knowing anymore.”
“So now you want me to believe that you didn’t want to fuck him/her?! Like that sort of thing happens as a mistake– Or, you mean…?”
“We fell in love too quickly for me to realise what I was getting myself into. This wasn’t a good idea.”
“Please just kiss me one last time?”
THE MORNING AFTER Bucky x Reader drabble (pre-captain america fa)
A/N: just some Bucky drabble that i whipped up :) (i've been really into morning after stuff lately. which is funny cause im ace) but this is being publish on mobile so it might not have all the proper grammar and conventions and stuff. but enjoy please! You woke up the next morning, the two of you lying naked in bed together, still curled up and bundled in the sheets from the night before. He slowly ran his fingers through your hair as you laid in silence with your eyes closed, coming out of sleep. When you opened your eyes you saw the calming light of the morning pouring through the cracked windows, sending in a breeze that smelled like campfire and fresh laundry, the trademark smell of a childhood in Brooklyn. If you had told yourself when you were a kid that you would wake up like this one day with Bucky, you wouldn't have believed it. and now, even though your cheek was pressed up against his hot skin and there was no where that the two of you hadn't touched each other, you still could hardly believe it. All of it felt like a photograph, but even if it was you were quite content with staying like this for as long as you could. Neither of you wanted to break the silence, because the chilling morning was enough to fill your ears, but the two of you could never sit in silence. you both had too much to say. "Good morning (Y/N)." Bucky said in his gravelly morning voice. "Good morning Bucky." You replied, and as he name fell off your tongue you got butterflies in your stomach. no matter how long you had known him, saying his name made your skin tingle with delight. His fingers absent-mindedly combed through you messy hair, and you could feel his smile through his skin. "I can't believe last night happened." "Neither can I," you chimed, trying to hold back the school girl giggle that you wanted to give. "Can I see you?" He asked softly into your head. You slowly rose from his chest and sat up against the headboard so you could look at him, and instantly you fell in love all over again. He was unshaven and disheveled looking, but perfectly Bucky. He looked so handsome in his uniform, but this was your true best friend, the one who looked like he had just got in a fight but also the boy you would want to take home to your mother. Only he could be the perfect mix of both. Looking at you, so vulnerable and naked, a way that he had never seen you before, took his breath away. He comically clutched his chest and held his breath, making your cheeks go red. To him, your sex hair and droopy eyes was better than any makeup or pretty outfit that you could buy. This was the real you, and he was so in love.
i have started working on a part 2 for "So...dont tell Bucky?" and it's gonna be fire. i hope to have it out in the next day or two so be on the lookout! plus be ready for some other requested fics! :)
The reader, Bucky, and Steve are childhood friends, and whenever Steve gets in a fight he always turns to you.
It was the third time this week that something like this happened, Steve always came to you in absolute shambles; with blood dripping from his thin nose and at least one of his eyes was always swollen shut. You never saw the little twig without a bruise on his face or knuckles, making him look like a scrapper. But in reality, he was just a victim. No one would leave him alone, and he would never walk away from a fight, he was too proud. All of the bullies at your school picked on him relentlessly, but at least he had you and Bucky. Without the two of you, he wouldn’t have anyone. And that scared you.
“Steve,” You sighed, putting your arm around the beat-up blonde boy so you could support his frail body as he limped into your cozy house. “Mom, Steve’s here. Get the first-aid kit for me, will you?” You shouted into the other room to your mother who was slaving away in the kitchen.
“Don’t let him get any blood on my carpet!” She called back before going into the bathroom to look for your first-aid kit that was used almost exclusively on Steve.
You sat him down on your Dad’s arm chair and unbuttoned his shirt so that the blood from his mouth wouldn’t drip on to his collar. You pulled his coat off of him to make sure he didn’t have any wounds on his arm that you would miss, and gave him a disappointed look. Steve was looking away from you though, his eyes distant and sad. “Who was it this time, Steve?” You sighed, and took the first-aid kit from your Mother’s hands as she walked lightly over to you.
Steve nodded to your mother as she walked back into the kitchen, “Just some dumb bullies trying to beat up a kid for his shoes.” He replied coldly. You wanted to say something else, but you could see in his sad eyes that he wasn’t up for it.
Cautiously you poured some rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball and began to wash away the blood and germs from the little cuts on his skin. They must have had something sharp on them, but Steve seemed to put-out for you to ask. “Steve,” You began quietly, trying to get him to look at you. He winced as you rubbed at one of his cuts, making your heart sink. “You’re going to get yourself seriously hurt someday, and i--”
“I know, (Y/N). You and Bucky have told me that a million times.” He replied in a huff. “I just can’t stand to see someone get hurt when I could help.”
“But you can’t help, Steve! All you do is put yourself in harm's way and do more damage than good! Why can’t you see that, you idiot?” Is what you wanted to say, but instead you just looked down at the cuts on his knuckles and rubbed them with your cotton ball to remove the dried on blood. “Do you have any big cuts?” You asked stoically, putting the rubbing alcohol back into the first-aid kit.
“No, just the little ones.” He answered, but you guessed that he was lying so that you wouldn’t have to nurse him anymore. He was never happy to ask for help.
“Then you’re all cleaned up.” You looked up at him, and saw his eyes looking right back down at you. Your eyes met for the first time since he got here, and immediately he looked away. You bit the inside of your lip and stood up, “Let me know if you need anything else, ok?” You said ingenuinely.
“Ok.” Steve mumbled, and pulled himself from the deep crevice in the chair that your father had made. The thing practically swallowed him, and normally it would make you laugh to see him like this but now was not the time. You turned away from him and went to walk to the door, but you felt his small hand land on your shoulder. “(Y/N)...” he whispered bashfully, making you turn around. Just as you suspected, his eyes were focused on the floor, not on you. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what, Steve?”
He took a shallow breath and let his hand drop from your shoulder. “I’m sorry for...i’m sorry for existing.”
Your stomach dropped. He hated that he had to ask you for help, he hated that you had to see him when he was most vulnerable, and you hated that he got himself into trouble. But he didn’t mean to put you out, he just had nowhere else to go. You couldn’t believe that you made him feel like he had to apologize for existing. Steve was a light in your life, he was one of your only friends and he was also the only boy you had ever loved. “Don’t, d-” You had no words.
Steve looked up at you, and you could see that he was fighting back tears. Through his swollen eyes, you could see the remnants of the beautiful blue eyes that you loved, but they were gone now. Without knowing what else to do, you pulled him into a tight hug. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around your back and held you tight like he never wanted to let you go. He was not strong in any sense of the word, but whenever he held you it was like being held in the arms of the world’s strongest man. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” You whispered in his ear, trying to bite back your angry tears. You weren’t mad at him, you were mad at yourself.
You slowly pulled away from him, and saw the glimpse of a smile on Steve’s sullen face. “Thank you for all your help, It means a lot to me.” His cheeks glowed pink, and you held back a giggle. He was so quick to blushing, it was adorable.
“You’re welcome, Steve. It’s my pleasure.” You reminded him, and gave him a charming smile. It got suddenly very quiet, and you saw him glance down at your lips and then look back up into your eyes. You could see something in him that you’ve never seen before. He inched closer to you, making the butterflies in your stomach kick up.
Young and in love, you went for it. When Steve got closer to you, you put your arms around his neck and pulled him onto your lips, connecting together in your first kiss. It wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t even close to being perfect, but it was amazing. Your lips fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces.
After a few seconds, you reluctantly pulled apart from each other and stared into the others eyes. But not really in a good way, more in a what just happened way. “Uh…” You mumbled quietly, at a complete loss of words for what just happened.
Steve pulled you back onto him, and kissed hungrily at your lips. The two of you kissed sloppily and quickly, desperate for one another. You never thought that this would happen, but now that it was happening you couldn’t get enough of his lips. You heard your mother shuffle in the kitchen, and the two of you practically jumped apart.
You stared at each other with wide and horrified eyes, unsure of what to say. You went from being mad at each other, to sharing an innocent kiss, to making out in your living room all in a span of about 10 minutes. You were getting whiplash from how fast everything was moving, but you were in no means complaining. “So...that just happened…” Steve whispered, looking down at the ground so he could avoid your eyes.
“W-was it...y’know...good?” You asked sheepishly
Steve nodded quickly and swallowed hard, “No yeah, it was...wow.” He looked back up in your eyes and began to blush madly. “I’ve wanted to do that since we were five.” The both of you chuckled nervously.
You put your hands behind your back and swayed back and forth. “Wow...” you let out a heavy breath. “If we tell Bucky, we’re never going to hear the end of it...”
“Yeah...” Steve rubbed the back of his neck with the palm of his hand.
Requested by: i-go-bragh “You and Matt ALMOST KISSING.. Like getting so close and then SOMETHING HAPPENS and they jump apart”
A/N: This was really fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!
You let out the biggest sigh of your life and threw yourself down on Matt’s couch, hitting the almost rock-hard cushion with a loud thump. Matt and Foggy laughed at you as they flopped down next to you on the couch, letting out an equally as loud sigh. Foggy let out a groan and threw his head back, “Did you think that woman was ever going to shut up?!” he remarked, in reference to today’s trial that you all were at. The courtroom was practically empty, but the so called ‘victim’ had a lot to say. Her testimony alone took about two hours, because she wanted to be very thorough and give all the details. It felt like the day was never going to end, and that was just her opening remarks. In short, it was a very long day and you were all feeling it.
“Well, in her defense, she’s been through a lot.” Matt reminded you both in a slightly sarcastic tone.
“True, but she didn’t have to take two whole hours to tell us!” You chimed in, nudging Matt and making him lean over on Foggy.
Foggy took a deep breath and slapped his knees, “Well, since that lady took two hours of our lives that we’ll never get back, let’s take these next two hours to drink our faces off so that we’ll get something out of the night!”
“I’ll allow it, counselor!” You shouted at him as he got up from the couch.
“You’re fine with that cheap German crap that Matt drinks, right?” Foggy said, more sounding like a jab at Matt then a question.
You chuckled, “German crap is fine, Foggy. Thank you.” Foggy winked and clicked his tongue before heading over to the fridge and grabbing all of you a beer.
“Woah, wait!” Foggy started, sounding quite excited. “Looks like Matty’s got some Vodka!” Foggy cheered, and lifted the bottle into the air.
“Finally stepping up, huh?” You jabbed Matt with your elbow, making him laugh and bite his lip.You turned around to face Foggy, “Give me a vodka tonic, will you Mr. Bartender?”
Foggy tipped the bottle to you and nodded, “I would love to!”
You thanked him and turned back to Matt, who was looking at you with an adoring smile on his face. Your crush on him was apparent, but in the same aspect his crush on you was easily noticeable as well. It made your work days very enjoyable in all sorts of different ways. Flirting on coffee breaks, finding little ways to touch each other during paperwork, but you still hadn’t kissed. You figured he was waiting for the right moment, or maybe he was too chicken; either way, you couldn’t wait for the day that his lips were finally on yours.
“You were great in court today, (Y/N).” Matt said quietly, so Foggy couldn’t hear him. His voice made your belly tingle with affection.
“Thank you, you weren’t too bad yourself.” You flirted, not able to look him in the eyes. You blushed uncontrollably, and you noticed that his cheeks were pink too. “That suit looks really nice on you, I could see all the female jury members ogling you like a piece of meat.”
He shrugged like he was embarrassed, “Ah this old thing, this is nothing.” Matt gave a nervous chuckle and smiled crookedly.
You snickered sweetly, “Oh c’mon Matt, no need to be modest! You know just as well as I do that you’re totally the McDreamy of the courtroom.”
Matt laughed out loud, and you followed suit. His full-hearted laugh made your heart sing and your body want to move closer to him. “Well thank you, (Y/N).” He licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. “But I think that everyone was too busy looking at you to pay attention to me.”
You thought you heard him wrong, but he gave no indication that you were mistaken. You were, however, completely taken aback. “Why do you say that?” You stuttered out, trying not to sound phased.
“You just looked really beautiful today, I can’t compete with that.” Matt said nonchalantly, giving you a mischievous smile.
“You think so?” You mumbled, looking longingly at his soft, pink lips.
“Yeah, I think so.” He sexily bit his lip, and moved his hand closer to your leg. You looked down, and inched your tigh closer to him, feeling his and your breath begin to pick up. You looked back up through your eyelashes at him, and felt his hand meet your upper thigh. He gripped your skin and seemed to be pulling you closer to him; without even realizing it, you were slowly inching towards his face, and he was coming closer to. This was it, this was the moment that you had been waiting for. You held your breath in anticipation of your lips touching, and you could just barely feel his hot breathing on your face as you were mere centimeters apart. He brought his other hand to your cheek and you closed your eyes, ready to finally kiss the man you had a crush on for months. Skin on skin, breath on breath, this was finally going to happen, this was going to--
“Drinks are ready!” Foggy came up behind the two of you, surprising you both so much that you jumped apart, practically to opposite sides of the couch. Foggy looked at you two like you had sprouted an extra head and squinted his eyes at you both, “Was something going on over here?” he asked suspiciously.
“NO.” The both of you said loudly, almost before Foggy could even finish his sentence.
“Well, come get your drinks you weirdos.” He blew the both of you off and walked back to the kitchen, taking his cold glass in hand. You got up from the couch without acknowledging Matt at all, keeping your eyes focused on the vodka that you now desperately needed. After what had just happened, or rather what didn’t happen, you were definitely needing to drink.
“One more word and I’ll break your other arm too.”
“I know it hurts, but you’re not alone. I’m here for you.”
“Will you please tell me who did this to you?”
“Something happened to you while you were gone and if you don’t start talking about it you will only sink further and further into this darkness.”
“I know what leaves those scars. I’m sorry. Nobody should have to go through that torture.”
“Which do you prefer? Your tongue or your eyes?”
“My whole life I’ve been searching for someone willing to endure my torture… Evidently I got impatient.”
“You have something I want. Give it to me and I will let you go. It’s that simple.”
“Why I’m doing this to you? There is no why… I just like it.”
“Don’t cry, darling, I’m still your best friend. This doesn’t change anything.”
“Please don’t panic, it’s just a small knife.”
“Shut up– SHUT UP! I can’t think with all your screaming!”
“You’re dying. Oh my god, you’re dying! That wasn’t supposed to happen!”
“If you don’t tell me what’s been happening to you, you leave me no choice but to leave you.”
“Why won’t you talk to me about what happened? You’ve had the same blank look in your eyes for weeks.”
“Where did that scar come from? You didn’t have that before the holiday, did you?”
“I want you to take this knife and make a nice, long cut in your own skin.”
“Beg for your life, if you want it. I will spare you if your pleads satisfy me.”
“I don’t know whether I’m going to kill you or not. You think I have that much self-control? Ha! You’re cute.”
“Tell me what you know and the pain will stop, I promise.”
You, Karen, and Foggy jumped out from behind the couch in Matt’s apartment, startling him and making him jump. He laughed happily and came strolling into the apartment with a big dopey smile on his face. Karen and you had spent the entire afternoon decorating his apartment beautifully, making it look like the perfect birthday party even though you knew he couldn’t see it. He looked so happy, so surprised, it was definitely worth it.
“You guys are punks.” Matt chuckled, still a face full of smile. He sauntered over to Foggy and gave him a quick hug and a clap on the back. Foggy wished him Happy Birthday, the two of them looking like twins because their smiles were so big.
Matt walked to Karen and gave her a hug as well. You looked at him with stars in your eyes, waiting patiently for him to make his way over to you. Slowly, he made his way up to you and pulled you into a big hug, “This was all your idea, wasn’t it?” He whispered in your ear.
You chuckled quietly, and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “You’ve always been good at guessing.” He released you and pecked you on your lips, making your little heart skip a beat. “Karen helped a lot too, she’s a great planner.”
“And no, I didn’t pay her to say that.” She put her arm around Foggy’s shoulder and leaned her head into the crook of his neck. He pulled her close and kissed her on her head.
“Isn’t she just the greatest?” Foggy said, sounding more like a statement rather than a question. “Let’s get the booze going, shall we?”
You whooped like you were at a frat party, and left Matt’s arms so you could make your way over to the carefully laid out (makeshift) bar. Matt came up behind you and pulled out one of the clear plastic cups, “Let me get it for you.” He suggested.
“My hero,” You mused sarcastically, kissing him on the cheek. “I’ll take a vodka tonic, please.”
“And I’ll pretend that I know where you put everything and just pour you whatever I grab.” You laughed, and gave Matt a hug as he struggled to find a bottle to pour you a drink out of. You wanted to help him so you wouldn’t end up with a cup full of Jack Daniels, but he hated people helping him. No matter what he was doing, he would insist on doing it himself. “Alright, here is your drink.” He handed you a cup of clear liquid, which made you confident that it was vodka.
You flicked your cup with your finger, “I would like to make a toast,” you said loudly, making Foggy and Karen quit their new-couple flirting and pay attention to your speech. “Matt Murdock is the kindest, smartest, sweetest, and sexiest man I have ever met--”
“Besides me,” Foggy added loudly, earning a laugh from everyone.
“Yes, besides Foggy.” You said, still chuckling to yourself. “Now today is his birthday, which is cause for celebration. But I find that everyday with this man makes me want to party.” You looked over at Matt whose cheeks were turning red. “So this one’s for Matty.” You planted a big kiss on his face, and lifted your cup. “Cheers!”
I AM GOING TO PARTY SO HARD TONIGHT, YOU KNOW WHY? CAUSE I JUST FOUND THE BLOG OF MY LIFE, YOUR FREAKING BLOG. IT'S AMAZING! WHAT THE FRACK, DUDE! I LOOOOOOVE YOUR BLURBS/FANFICS, THEY'RE THE BEST, ESPECIALLY THE MATT(DAREDEVIL) ONES BECAUSE THOSE ARE SO RARE TO FIND AND OH GOD BLESS YOU. YOU'RE AMAZING AND WONDERFUL, JUST THANK YOU FOR CREATING THIS BLOG AND BEING YOU AND EXISTING, DON'T STOP BLOGGING AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE WRITING! xx
thank you so much! i’m so glad that you enjoy my writing! :))))
ok but a “you’re my best friend’s girl and i know i should stay away but i liked you first and god dammit i want you (oh and i’m a much better fuck let me prove it too you)”
"Can I play with your hair?" Matt Murdock x Reader
Thank you for the request!! (sorry it’s short)
Matt held you in his arms, gently stroking your naked skin with the pad of his index finger. You looked up at him with sleepy eyes as he stared at the ceiling, feeling you against his bare body and smiling at the goosebumps his touch was giving you. You closed your eyes, attempting to fall asleep to the lullaby that was his slow and steady breathing. Years of meditation gave him the smoothest and most rhythmic breathing that made it the perfect song to lull you to sleep. “Do you ever wish that you could save a moment forever?” He whispered to you in the middle of your quiet snores.
“I wish I could save every moment that we’re together.” You said almost instantly, sounding more asleep than awake. Being with Matt was second-nature to you. He made it so easy to be yourself around him, it made you never want to leave.
Matt chuckled lightly and placed a tender and sweet kiss on the top of your head. He slowly breathed in as his mouth rested against your hair and smelt the tea tree shampoo that you had just bought a few days ago. He smiled, and ran a hand through your hair. “Do you mind if I play with your hair?”
You smiled against his hot skin and nodded. “Go ahead,” you kissed his chest and let out a sleepy sigh before you tried to go to sleep again. You felt his fingers sifting through your hair, making you shiver. He crudely braided your hair, slowly moving every strand with such care like you were made of glass. “I love you, Matty.”
He raked his fingers through the small braid that he made, and planted another kiss on your head. “I love you too.”
Matt set a plate down in front of you, adorned with beautiful berries, toast, and crepes that looked like they could have been made by a professional. You lovingly looked up at his smiling face, and gave him a light kiss on his lips before he sat down across from you, his own plate in front of him.
He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back against his chair, letting out a large sigh. “Cooking is a lot more difficult than people say it is.” You laughed as he wiped a slick of sweat from his forehead before leaning back towards you and grabbing your free hand that laid limply on the table. “Go on, have some.” he sounded a lot more excited than you thought he was going to be. Though he wouldn’t admit it, you knew he was very proud of his little creation.
“Alright pushy, give me a sec.” You slowly took a sip of your orange juice, knowing that he was anticipating your first bite. He groaned at you, and you laughed as you set your cup down. You picked up your fork and cut a piece of the crepe, on the end of it you stabbed one of the blueberries and put the whole combination into your mouth. As soon as you bit into his creation, you knew that something was wrong. You chewed twice before swallowing so that it wouldn’t have to be in your mouth for very long. You looked up at Matt, who was looking defeated and disappointed.
“What’s wrong with it?” He asked, but you didn’t want to say anything.
“Oh Matty, it’s uh…” He removed his hand from yours, leaving you feeling positively horrible. “Matt, I just think you didn’t follow the recipe right.”
He looked down at his plate and cut his own bite so that he could try it. He put it in his mouth, and instantly looked like he wanted to spit it out. He slowly finished his bite and swallowed hard before hanging his head like a sad puppy.
“What is it, Matty?” You asked, and put a hand on his shoulder.
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