The devil all the time// a short Matthew Gray gubler fanfic

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⚠️SMUT AHEAD ⚠️

It's been a week and It's been so fucking boring, my whole day consists of waking up early as shit in the morning, Matthew will say good morning to me if he's in or sometime he doesn't say anything then he'll tell me what to do around the house or leave me a note telling me what I have to do, then I make dinner for him coming home which I sit and eat by myself because he normally takes it up to his office, he doesn't really speak to me and I don't speak to him, I try and stay as far away from him as possible because he scares me and I don't feel like him screaming or hitting me if I say something wrong or raise my voice, the last time we had an argument I never ate that night and I stayed in my room I also had scratch marks all down my back from when he dragged me down the stairs which made it really hard for me to sleep on my back, ever since that day I've been feeling really shitty lately, I've been crying myself to sleep and literally been wanting to die, anything to get away from this place and I'll do it, I miss my parents and Valerie, I want to go home so bad.
I had finished all the work around the apartment and I finished dinner Matthew was home late so he was downstairs doing whatever he does, now that I have time to myself I decided I would write some more, I've finished like two and a half songs which is good it's also the only thing keeping me sane right now. I got up off my bed and looked under it to grab my black shiny bag that I kept there which was nowhere to be seen, I started to panic, why the fuck was my bag missing? I tipped the whole room upside down trying to find my work but I had no luck.
"Darlene!" I heard Matthew shout making me freeze, the last time he shouted my name like that I was left bashed and bruised with him dragging me down the stairs, I gulped and walked out my door and down the stairs to see Matthew sitting on the couch with his hands intertwined in from on him, he looked actually really good today, he was wearing dress pants with a black shirt tucked into them with the sleeves rolled up and three of the buttons undone with a black belt to, he always wore black clothes but my god did he suit them, I snapped myself out of my thoughts and looked at him as he looked at me up and down, I looked at what I was wearing forgetting to change before I left my room causing me to mentally face palm, I was wearing a black hoodie that went down to my thighs with black underwear underneath and no bra, I had my hair down with no makeup, I crossed my arms and shifted my position clearing my throat "do you know where my bag is? I need it" I said quietly as I looked at the floor to my bare feet "that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about" he said making my head shoot up, did he take my bag? What a dick. He stood up off the couch and went behind it grabbing my black bag I've been looking 10 years for, he then came over to me holding the bag in his hand, I reached for it but he pulled it away from me "what's on the tapes Darlene?" He asked with a serious face making me get nervous and shaky, I didn't want to tell him I wrote songs, I don't know why I wanted to keep it from him but I just did "can I please have my bag?" I asked trying to take it again but he put it behind him making me look up at him, I've never really taken in how tall he was but damn he's tall "not until you tell me what's on the tapes" he shook his head making me roll my eyes, I'm gonna need to tell him, I let out a groan and looked at the floor playing with my fingers "the tapes have my songs on them" I sighed still playing with my hands like a nervous child would, he paused for a moment but then spoke up "your a singer?" He asked kinda confused but shocked at the same time, I just nodded "is that your job?" He asked I could feel his eyes still on me making me look up at him and shake my head "I work at a coffee shop, well I don't anymore, but singing has always been my number one favourite thing to do so I took it upon myself one day to write some songs and then I posted them, they got a lot of streams and stuff so I decided I would write an album just for fun and to see how far it would go" I shrugged with a small nod, he nodded his head and held my bag out for me to take "play me one" he said I took my bag back and looked at him shaking my head "why not?" He asked taking a step closer to me, I looked up at him as he was towering over me more than usual because he was closer only inches away from me making my heart beat fast and my hands get sweaty, I didn't answer him I hoped that he would just take the no and walk away "are you good?" He asked making me gulp at his words, then I remembered that he's talking about the songs and not actually me "I would say so" I said almost as a whisper looking at his chest not making eye contact with him "how good?" He asked and I shrugged "My mom always used to tell people I sound like an angel when she heard me sing in the shower" I said clearing my throat slightly, I could see the slight smirk on his face as he watched me "I wonder what it's like wearing you moan, now that's what u would call and angel" his raspy voice filled my ears making my breath hitch and my heart skip a beat, he was making me feel some type of way, a type way I haven't felt in a while "can I asked you something darling?" He asked moving closer to me so our chests were basically touching, I looked up at the eyes that only belonged to the devil but were put in the face of an angel "anything" I said with a nod, his smirk got wider and his eyes got darker as he trailed his finger tips up my right thigh making me gasp "do I make you nervous?" he asked lowly still staring in my eyes, no words were leaving my mouth I was froze and very turned on "answer my question darling" he said trailing his hand up further, darling was never my favourite name to be called by people, but when it came to him it was. I shook my head because apparently he took away my ability to talk as well as my ability to keep my dirty thoughts out of my head, he chuckled and trailed his finger to my hip pulling my hoodie up a bit, he put his finger in my under at the side and slowly made his way to the front making me gasp a bit to loud "it's okay" he said softly leaning down and putting his lips softly on mine, as much as I would love to say I wanted to pull away, I really didn't, he has an affect on me that no one else had in the world and I absolutely hated it, but I couldn't turn him down. I looked down at his hand as it made its way into my underwear, I bit my lip and let out a small moan as his fingers started to rub me, I grabbed his bicep and squeezed it trying to hold my moans in as he worked magic with his fingers "moan for me baby" he whispered in my ear making me do as he said, he smirked and I looked up at him, I moved my hand from his arm to his neck pushing his head down to kiss him which soon turned into a make out, he walked backwards until the back of my legs hit the couch then he lay me down gently and got on top of me, he moved his lips to my neck biting while he did so, his fingers started to move their way inside me making me grip the the back of his head tighter "ah, fuck" I moaned I could feel him smirk against my neck then he started to go faster making me a moaning mess, I was about to hit my high so he stopped kissing my neck and looked at me "I'm gonna-" I said but couldn't finish from him going faster, I shut my eyes and out my head back more into the couch "look at me princess" he said but I didn't do what he asked so he grabbed my face tightly "I said look at me" he repeated I opened my eyes and looked in his, I was about to finish but then he took his fingers out, what the fuck? I looked at him with pure anger and confusion, what is he playing at? He leaned down with his hand still on my face with a smile "maybe next time do as your told" he said then walked away, is he serious? I never looked at him so he didn't let me cum? He's pathetic, I sat up and looked at the back of his head angrily as he kept walking "go get ready, we're going out, and DONT wear anything revealing" he said opening the fridge, I looked at him confused "I thought we weren't allowed out the building?" I asked frowning my eyebrows "I'm allowed out the building but your not, and the club is inside the building" he said making himself a sandwich, this motherfucker eats so much but is still as thin and a twig, how? I groaned and stood up stomping my way upstairs to my room ready to pick out an outfit, he said not to pick out anything revealing, sooooo we're gonna do exactly that, karma's a bitch.