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Feb 21, 2023

snowed in

Matt Rayburn x GN!reader

summary: Matt isn't a fan of the Christmas plans you two made so he attempts to talk you out of them in his own...interesting way.

warnings: brief smut, explicit in some parts, swearing.

word count: 2.9k

AN: thank youuu to @chelseasdagger for proofreading and encouraging me to write this one even tho Matt isn't really a very popular character and i can't imagine a lot of people will read this one i still hope those who choose to do that will enjoy it.

“Shit, that's a lot of snow.”

You point out and turn around quickly, glancing over at Matt, still laying under the thick covers in the big, warm bed. He watches you with one arm behind his head, his other arm still in the same position from when you pushed him away to crawl out from under the comforter. Nodding his head to the side, he gestures for you to come back to him, hoping you'd both get at least a couple more minutes of sleep.

“What?”

You ask, your arms resting on your hips as you wait for the answer. Matt's eyes slowly drops from your face, as he takes in the full picture. You're standing in front of the bed, your hair slightly messed up from the sleep, his shirt thrown over your body, the hem of it a bit above the middle of your thighs, the big window and snowy landscape behind you, the light from outside making him squint slightly.

“C'mere.”

He grumbles out, his voice low and raspy after the night. His hand reaches over to your side of the bed to pull the covers back, inviting you back into the warmth.

“You want me to get back in bed, Rayburn?”

He scoffs quietly at the obvious question and the tone of your voice, and watches as you walk over to the bed, throwing your leg over him to climb on top.

“It's only been a couple of minutes. Missed me that much?”

“Oh, you’ve got no idea.”

He murmurs softly, looking up at you now leaning over him slightly.

You push back on top of him gently and his hands immediately travel back up, and you feel him gripping your ass tightly, pulling you closer to him. Your own hands rest on top of his bare chest and you move your fingers slowly over the muscles, your nails dragging against his skin.

He hums quietly at the feeling, his eyes close slowly and his head falls back onto the pillow when he lets himself relax back into the bed.

“Oh no, no, no-”

You cup his face quickly, the beard scratching your palms slightly as you attempt to keep him awake.

“We're not doing that.”

He frowns slightly when you smack the side of his face a couple of times, and he wraps his hand around your wrist quickly.

“Yes we are.”

“No we-”

He grunts loudly, turning onto his side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders when you inevitably fall down on the bed next to him as he changes positions. You attempt to somehow wiggle out of his embrace, but he only tightens his grip around you, making you sigh loudly.

“Matt, we have to leave soon, if we want to make it on time.”

You make a point and he grunts in response.

“What if we don't want that?”

He mumbles against your skin, and you feel his lips grazing the skin at the back of your neck. It's not a surprise to you, Matt's been trying to get out of this Christmas party with friends for a week now, trying to come up with excuses or make up plans that could maybe somehow lead to you both getting to spend the day alone. The snowfall made him hopeful, the thick layer of soft white powder covering the mountain roads made the idea of a couple hour long drive a bit more daunting.

“You don't want to be on time?”

You glance over your shoulder and catch his sleepy expression before he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“I don't want…to be there.”

“Matt.”

You feel the warmth of his body somehow cover even more of you when he moved to kiss the side of your face before snuggling closer, his face now resting on your cheek. You can't deny it, the idea of spending a whole day alone with Matt over at his place for Christmas sounds tempting. The trailer is not big, but it's enough, furnished and decorated in a way that makes it feel cozy and so warm, even despite the many layers of snow covering every inch of it on the outside. The bed and covers smell like him and so do the blankets on the couch, the towels, and your clothes that lay in a pile on the floor under his hoodies and shirts for most of the time you two spend together. You wouldn't mind staying in bed all day… but at the same time you don't want him to feel like he's winning.

“I'm getting up.”

You announce quickly after a good moment of both of you lying together in silence, and it catches him off guard.

“Wait!”

You manage to free yourself from his grip and get off the bed. You only take a couple steps towards the pile of clothes on the floor before he hooks his arm around your waist and pulls you back down on the bed.

“Matt!”

You protest, but he pulls you closer.

“Wait wait wait, just, give me a second here, okay?”

He tries to reason with you, looking down, now leaning over you in the bed.

“A second for what?”

He pretends to think about the answer really hard, and you watch the few strands of hair fall forward onto his forehead.

“Trying to come up with a good excuse.”

You reach up to push the hair back from his face, and he leans into the touch.

“And what would that be?”

His expression softens slightly when he realizes you're willing to listen, maybe even considering ditching the Christmas party idea.

“We could say something came up?”

Matt suggests after a moment, and you shake your head slowly.

“What came up?”

He glances back over his shoulder at the big window and then turns back to you.

“Us not feeling like going? Does that count?”

You snort, pushing your arm against his chest to get him off of you, and he falls back onto the mattress with a big sigh.

“Guess that's a no.”

“That's a no.”

You roll over to peck his lips quickly before finally getting up and out of the bed. Matt props his head on his elbow and watches you walk over to the couch. It takes him a moment, but he quickly throws the covers off and follows, catching up with you just in time to stop you from putting your pants on.

“Alright but-”

He starts again, and you throw your head back with a little chuckle. Turning back to face him, you look up to look into his eyes, but feel his hand on your chest before you can say anything. Matt pushes you back, and you fall down on the couch.

“What was that?!”

You protest and try to get up, but he pushes you back down.

“Listen to me.”

He explains with a little squint and doges your light kick.

“Okay no, listen.”

He starts, and you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“What if… what if we-”

He clears his throat, and you watch him slowly drop to his knees right in front of you.

“What if-”

You feel his fingers brushing over your knee slowly.

“Mhmmm?”

“What if we told them, we can't make it?

He leans down slowly, glancing up at you as if he's looking for approval. His deep, auburn eyes fixed on yours for a moment. You tilt your head to the side and nod slowly, encouraging him with a soft expression.

“I'm listening.”

His lips brush over the skin of your thigh, and you sigh quietly, feeling his tongue now tracing up your leg. You push your fingers through his hair slowly, and he hums quietly at the feeling.

“We could say…”

He moves from one thigh to the other, kiss after kiss, his lips on one leg, his fingers gently brushing up the other.

“There's too much snow?”

You breathe out a laugh, and tug on his hair softly to make him look up at you again.

“Matt, they live here too, they have eyes.”

“Yeah, but… this place is higher up the mountain.”

He sighs, resting his head down in your lap and doesn't move for another moment, letting his eyes close and his body relax slightly. He lets himself enjoy the feeling of your fingers brushing through his thick, dark brown hair, the warmth of your body against his skin is so pleasant and so, so calming.

“You really don’t want to go, huh?”

You slowly drag the back of your fingers down his cheek, your thumb brushing over the stubble on his face from time to time while you let him stay like this. His body is between your legs, his chest pressed against you, his head resting right there against your thighs.

“What gave it away?”

His voice rumbles softly when he answers quietly with a question without even opening his eyes.

You hum in response, more to yourself than to him. Slowly beginning to consider the idea of spending the whole day right here at Matt’s place with him, you try to come up with your own excuse. The feeling of slow, gentle kisses on your thighs pushes any other thoughts away, and you come back to the room. Glancing down, you feel yourself smiling softly at the sight of this big and tough looking man being so gentle and slow with the way he traces his lips on your skin at this moment. He moves up after a bit, pushing you back so that you're resting against the couch now, before you feel his thumbs brushing over your sides, his lips over the hem of your underwear now.

“Matt…”

You start, but it doesn’t stop him.

“Mmhmm?”

He hums quietly against your body, now working his way up your stomach to your chest. A satisfied, quiet hum slips past your lips as you feel your body slowly relaxing into the pleasant sensation. Your fingers push through his hair again, and he grunts softly at the feeling of your fingertips on his scalp. Everything somehow feels slower, softer and quieter than it did moments before. His lips, warm and gentle, move over your skin bit by bit, slowly taking care of every little part of your upper body.

“We’ll- shit.”

Matt sits up, pushing himself off his knees and moving closer to you, the width of his body making your legs slowly spread open for him even more. With his fingers now wrapping around the side of your neck, he pulls your face towards him, and you watch the way his eyes glance around your face before finally stopping right at your lips. You lean into the kiss without thinking about it too much, and a soft moan escapes your mouth when your lips find his. You both hum quietly, pulling each other closer and Matt tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss. You feel the way he drags his finger down your cheek, unable to help it, you smile against him at the feeling.

“What?"

He pulls away only for a second before coming back to your lips right away. It takes you a moment to break it again and answer.

“We'll come up with something.”

Matt sighs in relief as his hands find their way back to your sides, thumbs brushing into your ribs, his lips wet and warm at your chest again.

“C'mere.”

You whisper, cupping his face in your hands and making him look up at you before leaning down on the couch. The grunt he lets out as he gets up off the floor makes you breathe out a little laugh.

“Yeah? That’s what you want? Hmm.”

“Don’t even try that, you started this.”

He scoffs at your words, unable to deny the accusations.

“Damn right, I did, and I’d do it again.”

“Yeah… yeah, I know that actually”

You start, sitting up a bit before you hook your fingers at the waistband of his dark gray boxers. Your eyes trail over his body—first you look up, up his stomach and chest, admiring his thick arms and broad shoulders, strategically avoiding his gaze before letting yours fall. You catch the way his thighs look even bigger in the boxers he chose to wear today, before stopping right at the bulge between them.

“Come here.”

You repeat, pulling him closer to you.

“M’ here.”

He murmurs in response, climbing on top of you, once again pushing your legs apart with his body. You tilt your head back, exposing your neck to him, and almost immediately you feel his tongue right there under your cheekbonejaw. A couple of wet kisses follow before you feel his hips push down into you. You both grunt softly at the feeling, and you let yourself sink into the pillows under the weight of his body.

“Yeah? That feels good?”

The question is genuine, Matt honestly wants to know if what he’s doing is working for you as much as it is for him. He doesn’t care much about how he’d do it, but he just wants to make sure you feel good. Wrapping your legs around his back, you let him know it does, it does in fact feel good. Your hands are now on his back when you feel his hand push under the waistband of your underwear, touching you right where you want him to.

“Matt?”

You start, after a moment, pushing on his shoulder to let him know you want his full attention. He groans into your neck and rolls his hips on top of you one more time before looking up.

“What is it, baby?”

You rest your palm against his cheek, and he leans into the touch, closing his eyes for a second.

“Want me to call them, and tell them we won’t make it? You’d like that?”

He nods.

“Can you open your mouth and tell me?”

You tease him quietly with an evil smirk and his head drops. He chuckles quietly, looking up at you with that cute little squint, nodding repeatedly.

“Yeah, yeah, I’d like that.”

He tilts his head to the side.

“Can you do that for me, baby? Hmm?”

You know he’s doing it on purpose, you know, and you can literally feel his words between your legs.

“Keep this attitude up, and you’ll make me change my mind.”

You warn.

“Naaah.”

He looks off to the side before turning back to look at you.

“I don’t think you’d want to miss this.”

He grabs your wrist and guides your hand between his legs. Feeling the warmth against your palm, you sigh loudly.

“Cocky.”

He nods with a smirk.

“Yeah, learned it from you.”

You roll your eyes and breathe out a laugh, enjoying the fact that both of you really just want each other.

“So…”

Matt brushes your cheek with the back of his hand before dragging his finger down your nose, glancing down at your lips, yearning for another kiss.

“We're staying here?”

You nod quickly.

“We're staying here.”

He leans down over you, closer and closer to your face, to the point where his lips basically brush over yours with his every word.

“Good.”

His voice is barely a whisper now, his eyes glancing around your face before you push your head up towards him, catching his lower lip between your teeth. You spend the next couple of minutes making out before Matt finally reaches between you both to pull your underwear down. You break the kiss only to glance down for a moment. Grabbing at the waistband of his boxers, you pull them down quickly before whining quietly at the sight.

“You said something?”

He teases while wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock, and you have to stop yourself from pushing him off the couch. He works himself over a couple of times, letting you watch the way he gets harder at the thought of you, the sight of you, because of you, before pushing your legs open wider for him.

“If you won't put it inside me, I swear to god I'm gonna make you go to that Christmas party, Rayburn.”

You warn, but can't help the smile when he bursts out laughing before nodding quickly.

“Understood.”

...

“You know what I think?”

He mumbles into your skin as he settles between your back and the couch, grabbing a blanket off the floor to pull over the both of you once you're both done.

“You didn’t want to go either.”

He states, and you roll your eyes, your fingers slowly brushing over his shoulder in a gentle, circular motion. You can feel the warmth of his body behind you, can feel the weight of him sinking into the couch pillows, his stubble scratching the back of your shoulder slightly while his lips work on soothing your skin. You let out a heavy sigh and feel yourself pushing back against him. The part of you that needs to be right there, right where he is, the closest you could possibly get to him, wins. You snuggle even closer and peck his arm softly one, two, three times when he wraps it around your chest before finally answering his question… not really.

“Shut up.”

Matt snorts, knowing that he won't win this one, but neither do you. Burying his face in the cook of your neck, he lets himself rest now, feeling your body relax against him makes him relax as well. Both of you close your eyes now, both of you feeling really god-damn glad you decided to rethink your Christmas plans beforehand.

mr-frank-castle

Feb 20, 2023

deluluinlalaland-deactivated202

The Tenant

Chapter 2: On Top of Me

Summary: Living as Pete Castiglione, Frank Castle is having a hard time keeping his desires at bay. You share the same problem.

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Warnings: Language. Fluff. First base. Making out. It’s hella late. I didn’t edit it.

A/N: I’m floored that so many people are reading and enjoying this. I’m having a ball. More chapters soon! Gif found on google.

Don’t sleep with Pete the tenant.

It’s what you tell yourself as you see Pete sitting on the outside porch. There are two chairs and a little table big enough to hold a coupla drinks. He sits there in the dark, with nothing to keep him company. It’s freezing outside, but he handles the cold like he’s born from it. Not a shiver or a sniffle. Nose isn’t even red.

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