𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: after being a brat to matt all day, he finally decides to put you in your place.
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: smutt, nsfw, swearing, teasing, slight humiliation if you squint, sub!brat reader, dom!matt
you sit on the couch scrolling mindlessly on your phone, and you decide to text matt
“matt”
read 4:46pm
“yes ml?”
“can we go shopping im bored”
read 4:47pm
“be ready in 10”
(Time skip)
as matt drives, he notices you have your arms crossed.
he puts reaches his hand to place it on your thigh, but you smack it away.
matt glances at you in confusion and asks, “you okay babe?”
you just continue to cross your arms and look out the window, ignoring his question.
he glares at you one last time before putting his eyes on the road, thinking you’re gonna be fine once we arrive at the mall.
while in a store, you purposely grab a bunch of random things you dont need.
matt notices how much stuff you have in your arms. “here, let me help you.” he reaches his hands out to grab a plushie from ur arms
“no!” you exclaim. “I can do it myself, im not a baby.”
he sighs, “really? Better not drop it.”
as you walk to the cash register, you drop it. everything falling out your hands.
you kneel on the floor as you hurriedly pick it up, and matt kneels over to help you but you smack his hand.
“i. dont. need. your. help.”
matt reluctantly stands up as you pick up all ur things and head to the cash register, not wanting to make you more angry.
as you walk out with all the bags on each side of your arms, matt offers to hold them for you.
“fuck. off.” you say with a sharp tone.
matt glares at you with a irritated expression. “thats it, we’re leaving.” he says with a sharp tone, clearly furious.
matt grabs your hand and immediately exits the mall. he shoves you roughly in the passenger seat and slams the door. when he gets in the drivers seat, he speeds off out the parking lot, and immediately to our house.
when we arrive, he exits and grabs you by your wrist, not even bothering to grab the shopping bags that are still in the car.
we get in the house and he slams the front door, immediately dragging you upstairs.
“m-matt-!” you exclaim,
“Shut it.”
he drags u into the room and throws you on the bed.
“Clothes, off. Now.” He says sternly with a sharp tone.
you immediately take off ur shirt, then your shorts, Matt crossing his arms as you do so, leaving you in just your bra and underwear.
“those too.” He points out your underwear and bra.
you immediately remove ur bra and underwear, waiting to see what he’ll do next.
“All fours, Now.”
“…” you hesitate for a second before getting on all fours, exposing your wet pussy.
he gets on the bed behind you before sliding down his pants and boxers, his hard dick slapping his stomach as it drips with pre-cum.
he slides his dick into your pussy, and thrusts it fast and hard, letting out moans from your mouth and he puts grabs a fistful of your hair and shoves your head into the pillow.
you cant help but let out pornography moans,
he begins to speak,
“So you wanna be a little brat all day huh?” He thrusts harder and faster.
“AH~! M-MATT~!” You moan in the pillow, sweat forming on your forehead as more pleasured moans slip out.
“Acting like a brat just so i can fuck it out of you, isnt that right? You- *thrust* little- *thrust* fucking, *thrust* slut.”
“I-Im~ s-sorry~!” You manage to slip out through every breathe.
“Damn right you are.” He says, as he finally releases inside you, letting out a groan.
You can feel yourself close, and as you’re right on the edge, matt pulls out of you with a smirk.
“H-hey, what!?” You exclaim.
“Nope. Thats what you get for being a brat all day.” He pulls up his boxers and sweatpants, giving your ass a hard slap before kissing u on the forehead.
He gets up and walks downstairs to the living room. He plops down on the couch before the turning on the tv.
You put your clothes back on, and follow him downstairs. You sit next to him on the couch.
“Matt please..im sorry..” you plead with puppy eyes.
“..” Matt hesitates for a second before patting his thigh. “Sit.”
You shimmy out of your brandy melville shorts and sit on his thigh. You turn ur upper body around to pull down his sweatpants, but he grabs your wrist.
“Nope.” He glares at you.
you groan as u turn back forward. You cant help but slowly grind ur hips, first going slowly but then progressively faster.
Matt smirks as he sees how desperate you are for release, but he can’t help but watch as your hips grind against his thigh. He gets an erection, and fists his bulge through his pants.
you continue to grind your hips, slowly coming to the edge. And as you do, matt puts his hand inside his boxers, cupping his dick and rubbing it back and forth.
You grip onto matts other thigh as you feel yourself get close. You finally then release on matts thigh, moaning and leaving a wet patch on his grey sweatpants.
matt also feels himself about release, his climax reaching as he groans in pleasure, making his crotch a sticky mess.
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Longer Post: 2K+ Words (With a little bit of spicy). You have been warned XD. Enjoy!
“Matt, I got a 93 on my final!”
You were dancing the second you stepped into his dorm and he lifted his head from the seat on his bed. Foggy looked like he was getting ready to head out.
“What a shock, the nerd got an A. I'm stunned.” Foggy says sarcastically.
“I think it’s great. Good job (Y/N).”
“Thank you Matt, it’s nice to be appreciated. I get that not all of us can be geniuses.” You elbowed Foggy and he just laughed pushing at your forehead. The force caused you to fall back onto his bed.
“You punk!”
He was already hightailing out of the room. When you finally got up, he’d already dashed out the door.
“One of these days I’ll take him out with my muscular physique.”
Matt is smiling from his spot.
“I think you did that last time with the John Cena move. “
“Hah, you’re right. He was sore for days.”
The memory is a nice one. You walk over to see what Matt’s doing. There’s a book in front of him and you stare as he runs his fingers along the pages. You’ve seen him study many times, but it’s always amazing to you. You know it’s a bit impolite to stare, but you can’t help it.
“I can feel you staring.”
You straighten in your spot, not moving a muscle. Matt just leans his head to one side.
“Did you just freeze in place?”
“If I don’t move, you can’t hear me.”
He starts laughing and you join in when he closes the book, placing it on the desk next to his bed.
“Come here.”
He opens his arms and you trot over. Dropping right onto the bed, you hug him. Matt places a kiss on your cheek and you flush, smiling. No matter how many kisses you shared, you still became bashful being close to him like this.
“Summer break is coming up, do you know what you’re going to do?”
Matt nods.
“There’s a job opening at the library for summer tutoring. I’m a pretty good teacher so I figured I’d put it to use. What about you?”
“I’ll be in the Dean’s office. I’ll go home for a week when finals are done, but then I’ll come back. My dad misses treating me like a wounded kitten and my mom keeps cooking like I'm still at home.”
“Sounds like they’ll be happy to see you.”
“Mhmmm. I just need to make sure they don’t try to keep me there longer than I intended to like last time. My dad is pretty good at bribes.”
“I bet.”
You lay back against his chest, just enjoying the feel of him.
“Wait, where did Foggy go?” You ask.
“To see his girlfriend, I think.”
“Wow, that guy is obsessed, I swear.”
“I don’t know, if she’s half as amazing as mine, then I can fully understand it.”
His smooth words have you blushing. You pull back just a little, and you can already see that little smirk on his lips.
“You’re really good at sweet talking me Murdock.”
“I’d hope so, I wouldn’t be much of a boyfriend if I wasn’t.”
You giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips and he leans in. Matt shifts on the bed, and soon you’re on your back. He parts for a second, giving you a chance to catch your breath and him an opportunity to remove his glasses. Once it’s gone, he turns back to you and you swallow, right before your lips rejoin.
You’ve become a lot more comfortable since the little make out session on your couch. Even so, there’s still a bit of hesitation. His kisses are deep, passionate. You can feel that he wants more. You push lightly against his chest and Matt pulls back.
“What’s wrong?”
It’s a whisper, and when he brushes your cheek, you can spot the worry. You hate that you’re making him feel like he’s done something wrong. Truthfully you should have told him about your lack of experience. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so uneasy about the whole thing.
“It’s nothing you did, I just..”
You’re not sure how to word it without sounding like a prude. Matt just offers a smile.
“It’s okay if you’ve never done this before. We can wait until you’re ready.”
You’ll never understand how he so easily reads you, but you’re more than grateful. You press your hands over your eyes, thoroughly embarrassed.
“I-I’m sorry. I-I should have said something I just really didn’t want to mess this up.”
Matt shakes his head, pulling your hands away softly as he leaves a kiss on your forehead. When he pulls back, that smile is so bright.
“You’re not going to mess up anything. I like this, the way that we are. I’m not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, are you?”
You shook your head.
“Then we’ll both be fine. We have all the time in the world.”
How you snagged someone like Matt is still a mystery to you. He leaves one more kiss on the top of your head before he moves to straighten, but you grab his arm, halting him.
“W-Wait!”
He pauses, still somewhat leaned over you. Elbows against the mattress, he just waits.
“I-Is there something else..that we can do?”
Your voice is soft, almost a whisper. He can spot the embarrassment behind the question and he easily picks up on the way your heart rate has doubled as you await his reply. Your innocence when it comes to the topic is very endearing. You turn your head.
“I-I read somewhere that there are other ways for two people to..y-you know. Without t-that stuff..”
The more you speak the cuter you seem to get. He has to stop himself from laughing. He doesn’t want you to think that he’s mocking you. The entire situation is just adorable. He wishes he could see just how red your face is right now.
“You’ll have to be very specific, tell me what you want me to do.”
He knows exactly what you’re asking, but he wants to hear you say it. As naive as you are about this, to some extent you must know what you want.
You gulp, eyes moving from his lips, then down to his hands. You feel like a mouse under him. Completely captured.
“I..I want you to touch me Matt. D-Down there..”
You’re not sure why it sounds ten times dirtier out loud.
The smile makes its way back onto his face and he adjusts his position to become a bit more comfortable at your side. You’re not really sure what to expect. You’re just glad that you’re wearing a decent pair of underwear today. You had a tendency to sport boxer shorts. Today you’re indeed wearing panties and a pair of shorts. You’ve never been more grateful, because if this was going to happen, you’d prefer it to be at least a bit sexy.
“If you change your mind, I’ll stop immediately, okay?”
You nod, and Matt brushes your hair away from your eyes as he leaves another encouraging kiss on your cheek. Your heart is still hammering, because all of his movements feel so slow. His hand starts from your cheek. He smiles and you return it when he slowly goes down your body. It feels like he’s trying to appreciate every inch of you. Your shoulder, arm, finger tips, breast, torso, hip..
You close your eyes when his fingers slide under the waistband of your shorts.
“What color are your panties?”
It’s a whisper in your ear.
“R-Red.”
He smirks, nipping at your ear and you bite down on your lip.
“That’s my favorite color.”
You can’t stop the moan that escapes, he just chuckles and when his hand finally makes it where you need it to most, your eyes shoot open. His fingers have stopped right at your entrance and you reach over, grabbing at the front of his shirt as you lean into him. He welcomes it, expects it.
He strokes, slowly, he wants you to get used to the feeling. Your body quivering against his hand is all the confirmation he needs. You’re letting out soft sounds. A moan, a gasp, a whimper. It all sounds so delicious. He wonders if it’s possible that his heightened senses have enhanced all the sounds, because it’s like music to his ears.
The friction of his fingers is starting to cause a reaction. There’s a subtle wetness that’s beginning to become present. He licks his lips and you seem unprepared when he kisses you deeply. You let out another moan and he holds in one himself. He lectured himself not to get too worked up.
He didn’t want to scare you, but now it seems almost impossible because he’s already started to stiffen in his pants. Your closeness doesn’t really help. He pulls back when your hips grind into him. With a gasp he withdraws his hand. Your lips are still parted and you look at him with a mix or arousal and confusion.
“D-Did I do something wrong?”
He shook his head, swallowing as he tried his best to cover the bulge that was now throbbing between his groin. The covers were a nice barrier, but you were still impossibly close.
“No..y-you didn’t do anything wrong I just need a minute.”
He was trying to find a way to slip away into the bathroom without you seeing his problem.
“Matt just tell me what’s-”
Your words stopped and he heard the shift against the covers. Your eyes were aimed right at his crotch.
“Oh wow..”
He grimaced, with every intention to just dive off the bed, but you grabbed his arm, stopping all movement.
“W-Wait where are you going?”
“I..I need to handle this before we continue.”
“Handle..”
As in he was going to..
Your cheeks warmed. When you started this, you had every intention of letting him take the lead. But now, you sort of want to know what it’s like. He’d only been touching you for maybe three minutes at most, but you were sure you were about to lose your mind. You can’t help but wonder what Matt would look like in such a state.
“C-Can I do it?”
You saw the way his brows furrowed, like he was trying to make sense of what you were asking. He must have settled on a solution, because the crease evened out.
“You don’t have too.”
His voice sounded deeper, heavy, like just the conversation was a task for him. He tried to move away again, but you gripped a bit tighter.
“I want to. I do. Please Matt.”
His head sank into the pillow at the plea. How was he supposed to say no to that? Just the thought of your hand wrapped around his length had his gut tightening with anticipation.
“Please.”
He nodded, letting out a breath.
“Okay.”
He sounded a bit more calm now, and you smile, releasing him now that he didn’t look like he was going to make a run for it. His body relaxed and you just stared as his hand moved to the button of his jeans. Your eyes were strictly focused on his crotch and Matt chuckled under his breath.
“It’s a bit daunting if you’re staring so intensely.”
You flinch.
“O-Oh! Sorry.”
You looked up and Matt laughed again. You could still hear the rustling of his clothing against the sheets. The little sound he let out under his breath must have meant that he’d gotten just a bit off relief from his restricting clothing.
“Here.”
He reached for your hand, and when he placed it carefully along his length, your mouth fell open. You kept your eyes focused on him. His breathing had picked up a little, hand over yours, guiding you.
“Just stroke it like this.”
He made slow gestures and you followed each action, every instruction.
“Just like that..” He hummed.
His eyes closed and you took in the way he seemed to melt against the bed. He pulled his hand away when he felt comfortable with your actions. His lips were slightly parted and you could feel yourself becoming wet just at the sight of him.
The pleasure was written so clearly across his face. It was better than you expected. You’re so used to the smug or smiling Matt. This expression on his face was exquisite. Your motions only slowed when you felt something begin to drip on your hand. You looked down, eyes taking in everything. His length, girth, it was all so arousing.
“A little came out…”
Matt nodded, and you loosened your hold to stare at the liquid now coating your fingers. You were distracted, and you weren’t sure why, but your lips twitched at the sight. Your pause caught Matt’s attention.
“(Y/N)..?”
You hadn’t said anything, and he heard your hand lift. For a moment he wasn’t sure what happened. But the sound of your tongue brushing against the skin of your fingers had his eyebrows lifting in surprise.
“Did you just-”
“You taste good Matt.”
Your words were like a jolt. He almost came right there and then. He didn’t expect it when your hands reached over and pushed him flat onto his back. He was practically gaping and when you started kissing your way down his body, he was almost convinced that he’d taken one too many punches to the head and the effects were starting to set in. One of your hands pushed up his shirt and when he felt your lips on his chest, he held back a shiver.
“(Y-Y/N) w-wait you..”
He couldn’t get the words out. The lower you got, the less he felt the need to stop you. His mind was clouded by pleasure. He knew he should have been stopping you. At least that’s what he told himself. This was supposed to be your experience, not his. Your tongue circled a pattern right on his hip and he gripped at the sheets, breathing labored. He was responding to everything, reacting to everything.
Your hand finally took a hold of him, soft, almost tentative. Clearly due to your inexperience, you weren’t trying to hurt him. Your touches were careful. He had a second to recall what he’d planned to say. Before he could form the words, your mouth covered over the tip of him and he all but lost his mind. Your tongue ran over the slit and he moaned, louder than he intended too. You hummed at the sound, clearly satisfied with his reaction. Your tongue was tracing patterns over the tip of him as your hand started to pump slowly.
“Fuck!”
He hadn’t intended to curse, it just slipped out and when he heard the sound that you released, the vibrations traveled throughout his body. He had to physically force himself not to jerk into your mouth. For someone with no experience, you were doing great.
You couldn’t take the full length of him into your mouth, and he found himself a bit grateful because if you did, he was concerned that his senses might go into overdrive and shut down. His entire body was a trembling mess as you increase your pace. You were bobbing your head slowly against him, while you continued your careful pumps.
The simultaneous action felt like too much. He wouldn’t last long like this. He was already at his limit. Maybe you knew, because you drew him in maybe just an inch deeper than the last and his hand moved to the back of your head. He gripped your tresses when his releases came. His intention had been to pull you back, but you offered resistance.
He couldn’t stop it, he came, emptying himself into your mouth. His hand dropped and you finally pulled back with a soft pop. His body sagged against the covers, chest still rising a bit quicker than normal. When he turned his head, all he caught was the sound of you swallowing. He groaned at the realization that you’d just swallowed every last drop.
You licked the edge of your lips, admiring his disheveled form. His hair was a beautiful mess, shirt partially covering his chest, pants and briefs settled around his mid thigh. His muscles were relaxing and contracting with each breath he took.
You couldn’t recall ever seeing anything so breathtaking in your life.
“I came.” You confessed.
Your shorts had been discarded, but your underwear now had a significant wet spot at the center. Matt pressed a hand over his eyes, still fighting to gather his bearings. It’s like you’d just deliver one surprise attack right after the other.
You layed in your room, on the floor, in complete darkness.
Your head ached as much as your eyes did. Your body ached from being misused. You had body odor from not showering in a few days. Your hair is matted from not being brushed.
You hated this.
You just wanted to be happy and love yourself.
Like Matt.
He was basically perfect. He loved himself. He took care of his body. He was usually happy, and outgoing. He didn't stink or have messy hair.
Your thoughts were interrupted with someone knocking on the door, "Hey, Y/N, Edd said dinner is ready."
It was Tom. He opened your door, and switched your light on. Pain flooded your eyes from the sudden brightness.
"You need to eat something."
You turned to look at him, "I know. I'll be down in a sec."
And with that, Tom was gone and your door was shut again.
You sighed before getting off the floor. You clipped your nasty hair in a bun and put on a yellow sweater before making your way to the kitchen.
Everyone was sat around the table, eating dinner.
"Welcome, Y/N! I made you a plate!" Edd greeted and pointed to an empty chair.
You weren't going to lie, the food did smell great and made your mouth water. But could you keep it down is the question.
You sat between Tord and Matt. Tord was gnawing on some meat, and Matt was eating some fruit.
Matt's mirror was sitting between you and him, facing up. You could see some of your reflection, and you hated it. You didn't want to see what you looked like.
You ignored it and started eating. You ate a few bites of everything, and stopping when you got to the fruit. You were debating on eating it.
"Aw, come on, Y/N! Fruit gives you vitamins and helps your skin!" Matt took another bite of his fruit.
You weakly smiled and took a bite, eating every last bit of fruit for Matt.
You finished your dinner and decided that you were going to take a shower tonight. Not a bath, a shower. And maybe a warm shower.
You grabbed a couple of towels and made your way to the bathroom. No need to grab clothes; the guys have saw you in just a towel plenty of times.
You placed your towels on the sink and sat on the toilet to start taking your clothes off.
You slowly stripped off articles of clothing, now out of the mood for a shower.
You sighed and put your clothes back on, walking out of the bathroom.
You looked to the floor, walking back to yourbedroom, lost in thought. That is, until you bumped into something.
Or someone.
You quickly looked up to start apologizing, but before you could you were hit with a, "Oh, hi, Y/N! I thought you were taking a shower?"
"Oh, um. I changed my mind, I guess. Sorry for bumping into you, Matt."
Matt stood silent for a moment.
"Let's go, Y/N."
He took you by the hand and led you back to the bathroom.
"W-What are we doing?" You questioned.
Matt smiled at you, "Taking a shower, of course!"
Matt took his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants before stopping to turn on the water.
You stood there, very confused, beginning to feel tired.
"Are you getting undressed?" Matt turned to you.
You blinked, "Why? Why are we doing this?"
Matt smiled before coming to place his hands on your shoulders, "Because I know you need it. I know how you've been feeling lately, and I want to help you."
Oh.
Wait.
"Are you saying that I stink?" You deadpanned.
"That too. Now take your clothes off, Y/N"
Matt started sliding his pants down his legs.
You slowly pulled your shirt over your head. You felt embarrassed for showing your body. You know Matt doesnt mean anything sexual with this, but you can't help but feel like it somehow is. I mean, he IS seeing your greatest assets.
You slid your shorts down your legs, leaving you only in your bra and panties.
Matt was already butt naked and in the shower. It's like he didn't care if you saw him.
You stood there, hesitant to take off your bra.
Matt poked his head from the curtain, "Are you coming, or do I need to help you?"
His hair was wet and slicked down. He already had soap in it, hinting the suds and bubbles.
You nodded and took a deep breath and unclipped your bra. Matt went back under the water to rinse.
Your bra dropped to the floor, along with your panties. You took the clip from your bun, letting your messy and dirty hair fall.
You took slow steps to the shower, and finally stepped in.
"Glad you could join me!"
You smiled, completely embarrassed, and raised your arms to cover your breasts.
"Oh, it's okay, Y/N. I don't really care, as you can probably tell already." Matt assured you.
He gently grabbed you by your shoulders and switched your positions. Now you were under the water. It was warm.
Your back was facing Matt, so you let down your arms. You let the hot water beat against your chest and slide down your stomach.
"I'm about to turn you back around, by the way," Matt warned.
You put your arms back up, and turned around yourself. Matt smiled at that.
He gently leaned your head into the water, getting your hair wet. Then he grabbed a shampoo bottle and squeezed a good proportion into his hand before working it into your hair.
He used his fingertips to massage your scalp, and it felt good. It felt good to be taken care of like this. It felt good to be with Matt.
He rinsed your hair and put conditioner in it, "Okay, let's wash our bodies. This needs to sit for a few minutes anyways."
You nodded, grabbing your loofah and putting a rose scented body wash on it. You started to wash yourself, not caring if Matt saw your body parts anymore. He didn't seem to care anyways, he was in his own paradise with washing his own body.
You let Matt wash the bubbles off himself first, then you washed yourself off.
Matt gently washed the conditioner out of your hair, continuing to massage your scalp.
After you were both clean, you shut the water off. Matt hopped out and grabbed your towel to hand it to you, and used his to dry himself off.
You wiped the water off your face, torso, basically every part of your body, before wrapping the towel around your body and stepping out of the shower.
Matt had already dried himself off and had his towel wrapped around his waist.
Matt offered you his hand, which you took. You don't know why, but you didn't want to argue. You were too tired for it.
Matt dragged you to his bedroom, and sat you on his bed. He gave you one of his outfits to change into, and then he sat you back down.
He went to his desk and started to dig around for something. You watched him patiently as he pulled out a hair brush.
"Matt, please don't brush my hair..." you whined.
Your hair was an absolute mess still.
"Oh, I'm brushing your hair, Y/N. It needs it."
And before you could speak again, Matt shushed you and sat behind you.
He started to gently untangle and brush your hair. It didn't hurt as much as you thought it would. It actually felt nice.
You closed your eyes and let Matt do his work. You liked that he was being gentle. Everything he did was gentle towards you. You liked it.
You started to lean back onto him, too tired to pick yourself back up. Your body was exhausted.
You felt Matt set the hairbrush aside, and he embraced you.
The room filled with cheers and congratulations from everybody. You felt a huge sense of relief now that it was out in the open to your closest friends. Watching Matts face was priceless as everyone congratulated him on being a dad again. Every single pregnancy he had been your rock and once again he was being your everything. Finally you got round to speaking to your big brother who still looked shocked.
“Baby number three huh?” He laughed as he hugged you.
“I know right, I don’t know what’s crazier. The fact I got pregnant or the fact that I’m going through with it?”
He took ahold of your shoulders with both his hands and stared you right in the eyes, “There’s no one I could think more capable of handling this better than you y/n, you’re the best mom ever. Those girls are my favourite little humans ever and I can’t wait to meet my littlest niece.”
“Im just worried about how the girls are going to adjust to the new arrival.”
He hugged you into his side, “Don’t worry, they’ll be fine. Plus they have their favourite uncle and auntie Stella to give them all the extra love!”
You laughed, “You’re their only uncle doofus.”
“So! I’m still their favourite. Anyways, I’m going to see how Casey is going to handle being well and truly outnumbered by four girls!” He kissed your head and then disappeared to grab Matt for their famous cigar chats.
-
At twenty two weeks you were well and truly showing. You were convinced that this baby was in fact a baby elephant. You’d never been this big before. Work was still enjoyable at the moment anyways. However, when you were out on tough calls you couldn’t help but notice everyone being a little overprotective.
As PIC you had to make all the tough calls and usually ended up in the sticky situations due to your own actions. But now you were being watched closely by everyone because you were pregnant. Which of course, infuriated you. At least Sylvie had the common sense to not even question your judgment as she had made that fatal mistake when you were expecting Ellen.
The alarm bells knocked you out of your day dream and as you were getting into the ambulance you heard a “Be careful!” Being shouted at you from over the apparatus floor. Which you of course ignored.
When you guys arrived you noticed a man who looked to be unconscious on the ground. You of course parked up and ran over. Immediately assessing the situation you realised that the man had been shot.
“Pass over some packing Sylvie; there’s only an entry wound.” You explained, knowing that you’d have to pack the wound until you got him to hospital.
“61 to main, requesting assistance as our victim looks to be shot. No signs of a shooter.”
You knew that Matt would be listening to the radio as he usually did when you were out on a call. You hoped that dispatch would send patrol quickly.
As you guys rolled him on to the back board ready to lift him onto the gourney you suddenly felt a cold object press against your head.
“Make a noise and I swear to god I’ll put a bullet in you,” the man spoke with a low serious tone.
“We need to get him to hospital” you barked back feeling your protective instincts kicking in.
“Y/n, just do as he says, please.” Sylvie pleaded. You two had been in a similar situation before and your temper had gotten the best of you.
“Listen, I don’t care if you shot him or not. But we’re taking him to the hospital whether you like it or not. Now I suggest you put the gun away and move aside or-“
You heard the gun being cocked and you felt your insides drop. Fuck. This is really not the time to a hormonal asshole.
“Bitch I swear to god, once more word-“ with that sirens could be heard coming in your direction and he suddenly grabbed a hold of you. He had you pressed against his chest with his arm around your neck, gun still pressed to your head.
“Come any closer and I will shoot this bitch!” He shouted at a now full scene of truck, squad and the police.
You instinctively looked for Matts face which looked like a mixture of pissed off and worried.
You mouthed, “I love you” to him which he shook his head, refusing to believe that anything bad was going to happen.
“Dude, just let her go! She’s done nothing wrong,” Kelly shouted, you could hear the desperation in his voice.
The guy started to panic now because he was quickly being surrounded.
“You’re running out of options. This is either going to go two ways; you get shot or you let go of me and walk over there and be arrested. What are you gonna choose?” You spoke with a shakey breath. The fear was really starting to kick in now.
The police were trying to bargain with him but he wasn’t having any of it. He eventually decided to make a run for it but pushed you to the ground as he tried to make his escape. There was a lot of noises and chaos surrounding you. Before you knew it, Matt was by your side asking you a dozen questions at a time.
“I’m fine, Matt, I’m fine, just help me up,” you grumbled at the pain in your lower back.
He helped stand you up and begun to check you over for any injuries.
“Babe, are you sore anywhere?” The questions were flying at you which completely overwhelmed you.
“Matt! I’m fine, now just let me do my job” you shouted, dusting yourself off.
“Y/n, you can’t be serious?” Kelly questioned.
“Chief, I’m fine. Please just let me get back to my job and I promise to get checked out at med.” you pleaded, wanting everyone to stop worrying.
“Stella goes with you just in case.” He ordered.
You knew not to fight him and just nodded before turning away back to your patient knowing you’d get interrogated later.
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Wammy boys reacting to their S/O being seriously injured during the Kira investigation?
It’s been a million years since I’ve written for Death Note, but I got you.
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Mihael “Mello” Keehl
It took every part of him to focus on clenching and unclenching his gloved hands. He kept them stiff next to his sides, forcing himself to realize there was nothing he could do right now. Nothing. You were in your hospital bed, unconscious, an IV line drawn from your arm to the bag of fluids above you, unresponsive. Nothing he could do would fix you now.
But, god, did his hands itch for revenge. So he didn’t have to look at you like this ever again. So he didn’t have to feel so scared ever again. So he didn’t have to face the emotions that were raging through his head that he didn’t understand. He had never felt like this. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this.
“Mello…”
His head snapped back over to you, but your eyes were still closed, your body unmoving. You must be dreaming. Maybe having nightmares, if he’s there with you. He grimaced and grabbed your hand, trying to force himself to calm the fuck down so he could stay with you a little bit longer.
Maybe he could finish this before you wake up. So you didn’t have to come back to such a messed up world.
Mail “Matt” Jeevas
“I’m sorry I messed up so bad, Y/N.”
One of his hands held his head up, his elbow digging into his knee. The other hand clutched yours like his life depended on it.
“I told you to stay away from me. Look at you now.”
Somehow it was easier to blame himself. You were the first tangible thing he cared about. The first person, besides Mello, that he ever wanted to get close to. But now he couldn’t even look at you. It was unbearable. He let you down, he let you get hurt.
“I thought I was so fucking smart. Turns out, I’m just another idiot. You can’t trust me.”
He hoped that his words were reaching you, even if it was just part of them. He wanted you to know how sorry he was. He wanted you to know it was a mistake. He wouldn’t let it happen again. If you would give him another chance.
Nate “Near” Rivers
At least it was peaceful here. Bright hospital walls, pure white light eliminating all shadows. It was comforting to him until he saw the smear of color laying on the hospital bed.
He knew it was coming. The risk was always too high, but he never stopped you. It wasn’t often he felt regret. But a sliver of it stabbed at his throat as he looked at you in your medicine-induced slumber.
It wasn’t lost to him that this was the first time he was alone with you. He took small, careful steps toward you, his hand outstretched until it ghosted over your forehead, brushing against the small hairs that lay there. No reaction.
He let his hand fall back to his side, feeling something bubbling underneath his skin. Something between want and need, wanting to see you again, needing you in his life. He couldn’t dwell on it as he heard the door open behind him.
“Near, we must leave.”
He was still needed elsewhere but he briefly wondered what the future held, when Kira was caught and you had healed. He slipped his hand into his pocket, his fingers easily finding two cool metallic dice that normally helped keep his mind calm, but now he was leaving them here on your bedside table.
Ayyy could you do a gender neutral peake imagine where reader lives with him and Bruce (they've got a hella crush on matt) and they convince them to get a dog?? Bonus points if the dog is an Australian sheepdog
Youwere sleepy, the week was now behind you and the exhaustion andstress had finally caught up. The beers and Indian food that filledyou were sending you into a gentle slumber.
“Theonly thing that can make this better is if we had a dog,” youyawned.
“Areyou stilltrying to convince me to get one?” Matt asked.
“Idon’t need to convince you, I’ll get one regardless.”
“Shewill,” Bruce warned.
“Idon’t think we’re allowed to have pets in this apartment,” Matttried to argue.
“Yeswe are,” you replied far too quickly.
Matthad left surprisingly early for lunch the next week, you and Bruceshrugged at one another in the confusion as they had left without aword to anyone. You started to set up for OpenHaus, still concernedwith Matt’s absence. You were about the call Matt when you heardbarking. You cautiously opened the door to see Matt with a furryAustralian Sheepdog who had immediately taken a liking to you.
“I’vegot a new intern!” Matt grinned.
“What?”you laughed. You weren’t 100% sure if this was reality.
“You’vebeen talking about getting one for so long, and a friend hasunfortunately had to give up their dogs. So…I offered to take thisboy.”
“Doeshe have a name?”
“Bruno…Ifeel we will be mixing up his and Bruce’s name a lot,” Matt winked.
