#pillowfights

[faveyoutok]

[pastafossa]

Flufftober 2021, Day 10 - Pillow Fight

You can track my progress here on my Flufftober list, and you can find the official flufftober tumblr here! Now let’s burst some pillows with the Devil.

Ship: Matt Murdock x Reader Rating: SFW Wordcount: 1,312 Warnings: None, this is relatively tame save for lots of flirting and the Devil being ridiculously attractive while engaging in what is ostensibly just a pillow fight.

“Do you cede defeat?” you bellowed, peering down over the banister. Matt prowled around below you, movements fluid and hungry as he paced across the hard floor. You’d only just made it over your staircase barricade—constructed from chairs and tables, and the couch—in time to close it up behind you with said table. Now the Devil was trapped downstairs, seemingly unwilling to destroy the furniture you’d incorporated into your barrier. It had been a cruel trick putting it all into place while he was gone, but you’d have lost the battle without it, and you weren’t above fiddling with a battlefield ahead of time to give you an advantage. 

Matt growled quietly, pillow in hand as he circled, his head tilted and predatory as he focused on you above him. To your shock and delight, it wasn’t Matt that had chased after you once you’d engaged by swinging at him with that first pillow—a pillow he’d caught in one hand, fire blazing to life in his blank eyes before he’d grinned, playfully whispering, “run.” That the Devil would come out to play was something unexpected but more than welcome, that darker side of him that tasted of smoke and fire, and so rarely got to partake in something just for fun . But it… sort of made sense. The Devil was all about battle, even if those battles were nothing but play. But even if this War of the Feathers was just for fun, you were still a bit warmer than you’d have been going at anyone else. God knew you loved it when Matt moved like this, elegant and graceful, each step smooth and whisper-quiet, hunting.

You blew a feather out of your face, letting it fall over the side of the banister to land on the floor with all the other feathers you and Matt had left scattered around the apartment. It was going to be hell cleaning all of them up, but it was worth it. Besides, there were extras you’d purchased solely for tonight. No truly beloved pillow would be lost as collateral damage. “Come on, D. Give it up. I clocked you good with that third pillow, and now I have the high ground. You’re stuck.”

“Am I?” he murmured, voice smokey and warm as he stopped below you, rolling his head back to grin up at you. 

You narrowed your eyes, growing suspicious. You knew that tone and the wicked curve of his smile. He was planning something.

What are you up to, D? 

“I know you can’t see per se,” you said warily, pointing a finger at the staircase, “but I know your senses picked up my stair barricade before I put the table back in place. You’re down there. I’m up here. That’s called victory.”

“It’s also called a retreat.”

You growled and chucked your pillow at him, feathers trailing through the air. He deftly caught it in one hand, tossing it over his shoulder as if it meant nothing. You picked up the second pillow you’d hidden up by the rooftop door, rolling your wrist to spin it in a mocking circle. “Face it. I have at least one more headshot on you than you have on me. And there’s no catching up while you’re down there—”

Matt tossed his pillow in a slow arc off to the side, and you watched in confusion as it flew over to plop onto the first landing, just behind the stair barricade. 

Your ears picked up the faintest whisper of fabric, and the quiet creak of wood. Your eyes widened in realization.

A distraction. 

“I’ll take that,” the Devil purred, snatching your pillow away as he balanced on the banister, all elegant muscle and easy grace. “What was that about victory, sweetheart?” 

The bastard had leapt up and climbed. 

And now he had your only remaining pillow. 

You turned and threw yourself at the rooftop door, scrabbling at the handle. And yet it failed to open, no matter how much you twisted the handle and threw your shoulder against the door. You… you could have sworn you’d left this door unlocked. 

Wait a second.

Radiant warmth spilled across your back as if you’d just turned your back to a bonfire. You licked your lips, your hand still on the doorknob as warm breath stirred the fine hairs on the back of your neck.

“D,” you said, clearing your throat. “Did you go up outside before the pillow fight and lock the door?”

“I did.”

You slowly spun on your heel to face him as he stretched both arms out, planting his hands on either side of you and caging you in. The pillow still dangled from one of his hands, an open threat that he could easily plomp you with it if he felt like it. “High ground isn’t high ground if you can’t keep it,” he murmured, dipping his head until his forehead brushed against yours, smirking when you shivered. This close, you could still see the fire burning in his dark eyes as they slid sightlessly around you, the scent of him heady and sweet. “The barricade was a nice try, but now it’s your turn to give up. There’s nowhere to run.” He shifted his hand to swing the pillow, letting it brush feather-light against your shoulder. “And now I’ve hit you again, which means we’re tied. I’ll let that stalemate stand if you give yourself up.”

As if. 

And you still had one card left to play.

“Is that a promise?” you whispered warmly, tilting your head up and trying to lure him in as you brushed your mouth against his chin. Because you knew this side of him just as well as you knew the side of him that wore button-ups and ties. The Devil was always hungry for something, and that very much included you. Your kiss to his chin got you a warm rumble, and he lowered his head thoughtfully, clearly tempted.

Come on, D. 

He stepped in closer until he could slide his body up against yours, a line of burning heat. He’d lost his suit jacket at the door, and the button-up shirt did little to mask the warmth of him. You let your fingers trail up from his hips, dragging lightly over his sides. That was a vulnerable area for him, and touching those spots always seemed to get him going. Sure enough, he let out a low groan before slotting his mouth hungrily to yours. As he did, his arms began to lower.

Two can play the distraction game. 

The second his lips fully settled against yours, you shot one hand out and snatched the pillow—within easy reach, now that his arms had come down. You ripped it from his hand, doing your best to swing even as his iron grip closed around your wrist. He growled, his body snapping forward to pin you against the wall. He clearly wasn’t expecting you to let go of the pillow, allowing momentum to carry it the rest of the way.

It smacked against the side of his head with a quiet floomp before falling to the ground. 

And he… froze there, the most baffled look you’d ever seen on the Devil’s face. 

You barked out a, “Ha!” before leaning up to kiss him wickedly, relishing the bewildered cant of his mouth under yours. “What was that about a tie? Cause I’m pretty sure I just beat you again.”

He was quiet for another long moment, blinking in confusion before a grin slowly broke out across his face, the expression almost… proud. You didn’t expect him to lift his hands up to cup your face as he laughed, the sound of it still smokey and rough before he kissed you hard, pulling you in and wrapping himself around you.  You couldn't help but grin into the kiss yourself, tangling your fingers in his hair and raking feathers free, letting them float to the ground. "So I did?" you managed between fond passes of his lips. "I got you?"

“Yeah. Yeah, you did. And I love you for it.”

-x-

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[dipolikh-serpantina]

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[ta-oneira-kostizoyn]

Τυχεροί οι άνθρωποι

που μπορούν

και αγκαλιάζουν

κάθε μέρα.

Τυχεροί αυτοί

που ξυπνούν

και κοιμούνται

μαζί της.

[a-fungi-namedtommo]

I've loved you since the start. And I always will.

[xamogelo]

Αδερφούλη μου.....

Έχουμε δύο χρόνια διαφορά. Τυχαίνει να είμαι μεγαλύτερη σου αλλά τι σημασία είχε ; Καμία!

Όταν ήρθες στην οικογένεια μας οι γονείς μας, μάς είχαν βάλει τις κούνιες μας την μια δίπλα στην άλλη [ Βλέποντας τις παιδικές μας φωτογραφίες το γνωρίζω ] .

Όσο μεγαλώναμε ερχόμασταν πιο κοντά. Μου έδιναν τις κούκλες και κρυφά ερχόμουν να παίξω μαζί σου με τα στρατιωτάκια, τα τουβλάκια και τα αυτοκινητάκια φτιάχναμε πίστες και κάναμε αγώνες! Ποτέ δεν ασχολήθηκα με τα δικά μου παιχνίδια!

Στο παιδικό σταθμό είμασταν τα πιο άτακτα παιδιά της τάξης λερώναμε εν ώρα φαγητού και ζωγραφίζαμε ο ένας πάνω στον άλλον μέχρι που μπαίναμε τιμωρία στις ψηλές καρέκλες του φαγητού. Είμασταν απέναντι ο ένας τον άλλον και καταστρώναμε σχέδια για το πώς θα φύγουμε.

Πριν καιρό είδα στο σπίτι κάτι παλιές βιντεοκασέτες και από περιέργεια έβαλα μια να δω. Είμασταν σε μια γιορτή του νηπιαγωγείου λέγαμε ποίημα. Ο καμεραμάν μας έβγαζε βίντεο την ώρα που ένα αγόρι με πείραζε και εσύ ήρθες και του έχωσες μπουνίτσες.

Στο δημοτικό πηγαίναμε και παίρναμε μαζί ντοκιμαντέρ με δεινόσαυρους και αυτοκόλλητα για την συλλογή ποδοσφαίρου. Πηγαίναμε μαζί στην παιδική χαρά και παίζαμε κρυφτό, κυνηγητό και κάναμε βόλτες με το ποδήλατο. Μας έδιναν χαρτζιλίκι να πάμε να πάρουμε γλυφιτζούρια και σοκολάτες και τα μοιραζόμασταν.

Στο γυμνάσιο απέκτησες τις δικές σου παρέες όπως και εγώ τις δικές μου. Στο σπίτι βλέπαμε μαζί ταινίες, σε διάβαζα σε ότι μπορούσα και φτιάχναμε ποπ κορν. Τότε δεν ήταν μόδα το ίντερνετ θυμάμαι όταν βάλαμε για πρώτη φορά βλέπαμε αστεία βιντεάκια στο YouTube και γελούσαμε στα τέρματα! Ένα από τα ομορφότερα συναισθήματα τότε ήταν όταν στήναμε σκηνές με τα σεντόνια και ακούγανε στο ράδιο με τα DVD και μας έπαιρνε ο ύπνος με τα ακουστικά στην στρωματσαδα!

Στο Λύκειο οι σχέσεις μας ήταν πολύ διαφορετικές! Έφερνες τις παρέες σου στο σπίτι και βλέπαμε μαζί ταινίες τρόμου και παραγγέλναμε πίτσα. Όταν έφερνα και τις δικές μου φίλες καθόμασταν μαζί και παίζαμε επιτραπέζια! Θυμάμαι όταν είχε μείνει στο σπίτι ένα τελευταίο κομμάτι γλυκού το οποίο ήταν δικό σου και μου το έδωσες!

Όταν έφυγα για σπουδές απομακρύνθηκαμε αλλά όταν με χρειαζόσουν ήμουν δίπλα σου. Ένα μήνυμα, ένα τηλέφωνο, μια λέξη....ήταν αρκετά για να νιώσεις ασφαλής μαζί μου. Εγώ περνούσα την δική μου φάση και ξεσπούσα σε σένα. Ήταν μία περίοδος που είχαμε χάσει επικοινωνία και τσακωνόμασταν υπερβολικά πολύ σε σημείο να μη μιλάμε για διαστήματα.Είχαμε βάλει πολύ τον εγωισμό μας μπροστά αλλά ξέρουμε ότι ήταν μια πολύ δύσκολη φάση και των δύο μας!

Πλέον σπουδάζεις! Πώς μεγαλώσαμε και τι έχουμε ακόμη να ζήσουμε! Μια σκεψη σου θυμάμαι πολύ χαρακτηριστικά στο Γυμνάσιο όταν μου την είπες για πρώτη φορά. 《 Κωνσταντίνα δεν ξέρω αν αυτή η κοπέλα δεν σου έχει κάνει κάτι αλλά να ξέρεις δεν είναι φίλη σου》 . Εγώ τότε από εγωισμό δεν σε άκουγα αλλά πάντα έπεφτες μέσα. Με προστατευες και δεν το καταλάβαινα νόμιζα πως ήθελες να με τσιγκλισεις πόσο μάλλον να μου σπάσεις τα νεύρα αλλά όχι! Και όταν γνωριζα κάποιον καταλαβαινες από χιλιόμετρα ότι αυτός δεν είναι για μένα και μου το έλεγες πριν την πατήσω!

Προχθές στις 18 Νοεμβρίου 2019 σου είπα Κωνσταντίνε πάμε μια βόλτα να μιλήσουμε; πήγαμε στην ίδια παιδική χαρά που παίζαμε παιδιά. Ανοιχτηκαμε ο ένας τον άλλον και καταλαβαίναμε πολύ βαθιά ο ένας τον άλλον χωρίς καν να πιέζουμε τις λέξεις και να νιώθουμε κενοί. Υπήρχε αγάπη! Λύγισα και έκλαψα στην αγκαλιά σου και εσύ να ξεφυσας το τσιγάρο σου και να μου λες 《 Σ'αγαπάω αδερφούλα μου ότι και να γίνει. Θα είμαστε ενωμένοι σε κάθε κακό που μας συμβαίνει. 》

[merulentus]

Αν κάτι δεν κουμπώνει καλά, προσπαθείς μία, δυο, τρεις. Μέχρι εκεί. Ούτε βήμα παραπέρα. Όταν κάτι δε σε καλύπτει (πια), απελευθερώνεις τον άνθρωπο που έχεις δίπλα σου με όποιο κόστος και πας παρακάτω. Όχι μόνο για ‘σένα. Αλλά και για εκείνον. Του δίνεις τη δυνατότητα να προχωρήσει και να ‘ναι ευτυχισμένος, γιατί μαζί σου δεν ήταν.