#matt fluff

[mattslutt]

HE COULDN’T BREATHE - m.sturniolo

in which: you and matt have been constantly fighting so you decide to break up but its no use when he reached out the same night and the next too, begging you to come back.

contains: angst, hurt/comfort, swearing, intense emotional distress, codependency themes.

His room used to smell like comfort.

Like cologne and fresh laundry and him. Now it just smelled like something was ending.

Your hands were shaking as you folded a hoodie—his hoodie—and tucked it into your duffle bag. It wasn’t even yours, but you didn’t think you could walk out without taking a piece of him. Something to hold when it all hit you later.

Matt stood leaning against the doorway, arms hanging loose at his sides, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. His eyes were red, not puffy, not glassy. Just… empty. You had never seen him like this. He usually kept shit to himself, acted like nothing got to him. But not now.

Now he just looked wrecked.

The silence between you had weight. Weeks of fights, tears, raised voices, cold shoulders, and desperate attempts to fix what was already broken—it all sat in the air like smoke.

You zipped the bag.

The sound cut through the quiet like a blade.

You stood up and avoided his eyes. You couldn’t look at him. Not when your chest felt like it had been hollowed out, like something was physically being ripped from it. You had made this decision together. You’d both admitted it wasn’t working anymore. But why did it feel so wrong?

You brushed past him, the air between your bodies still charged with something unspoken. He didn’t move.

He just watched you.

You walked down the stairs slowly, afraid your legs might give out. He followed behind you, silent at first, his footsteps careful like he was scared he might say the wrong thing and make it worse—like anything could be worse than this.

Then, just as your hand touched the front door, his voice broke behind you.

“Are you really leaving?”

You froze.

His voice… it wasn’t loud. It wasn’t angry. It cracked mid-sentence, like it couldn’t hold itself together.

You turned halfway. He was standing halfway down the stairs, one hand on the railing, looking at you like he didn’t recognize you anymore.

You saw the way his throat moved as he swallowed hard, trying to hold it in. But he wasn’t holding anything in now. He wasn’t pretending to be okay.

“You’re really gonna walk out that door,” he said. “After everything?”

You looked down.

“I don’t want to, Matt.” Your voice was quiet, honest. “But we’re not… we’re not good anymore.”

He let out this small, bitter laugh that sounded more like a sob. “So that’s it? That’s how we end? After all the shit we’ve been through, after everything we swore we’d never do to each other—we just give up?”

“I’m not giving up. I’m letting go.” You looked at him, finally. “There’s a difference.”

“No, there’s not,” he said quickly, walking down the rest of the steps. “You think I don’t feel it too? That I don’t hate waking up knowing we’re not okay? You think I don’t lie awake every fucking night replaying every argument, every word I wish I could take back?”

“I do the same thing,” you whispered.

He stopped in front of you. You were close now, too close for this to be happening. His eyes were glassy, but he wasn’t crying. He looked like he wanted to. Like if he blinked too hard, it’d all come pouring out.

“Then why are you leaving?”

“Because loving each other isn’t enough anymore,” you said, and your voice cracked this time. “We keep hurting each other, Matt.”

He shook his head, like he couldn’t accept it.

“I still love you,” he said, like that was supposed to change everything.

And it did. It made everything worse.

“I still love you too,” you said, and then you broke. “But we’re not happy.”

He stepped back like your words physically hit him. His jaw clenched. He turned away for a second, ran a hand through his hair, exhaled like he was trying to keep from screaming.

“I didn’t think it would end like this,” he murmured. “Not with you.”

You nodded, your vision swimming.

“I know.”

You turned back toward the door.

“Wait,” he said again, desperate now. “Just… one more thing.”

You looked at him, already breaking all over again.

He stepped closer, gently pulled the strap of the duffle bag off your shoulder and let it fall to the floor. Then he leaned in, slow, and pressed his forehead to yours.

His hand was trembling on your waist.

“Don’t say goodbye,” he whispered. “Just… don’t say it.”

You didn’t.

You couldn’t.

You pulled away, picked up your bag, and opened the door. The air outside felt different. Colder.

He didn’t follow you this time.

He stood there in the doorway, barefoot, arms limp at his sides, watching the person he loved walk away—this time, for real.

And you didn’t look back.

Because if you did, you wouldn’t be able to leave.

You didn’t cry on the drive home.

You didn’t cry when you walked into your apartment, dropped your duffle bag in the hallway, or curled up on the couch in the dark. You didn’t cry when you replayed the way Matt’s voice cracked, or the way he looked at you like he was losing the only thing that ever made him feel whole.

You didn’t cry.

Not yet.

Your phone buzzed once in your pocket.

Then again.

And again.

And again.

You pulled it out without thinking, expecting maybe a message from a friend checking in—or maybe silence. But your lock screen lit up with the same name, over and over and over again.

Matt.

Two-hundred missed messages.

And counting.

Your stomach dropped.

You opened your phone.

The first few texts were spaced out.

Matt: please

Matt: are you there

Matt: i can’t do this

Matt: i can’t fucking do this

And then… they became more frantic. Short. Disjointed. Like he couldn’t even find full sentences anymore.

Matt: come back

Matt: i miss you

Matt: everything hurts

Matt: i love you

Matt: i love you

Matt: i love you

Matt: please

Matt: baby

Matt: baby please

Matt: talk to me

Matt: it’s so quiet without you

Matt: i feel like i’m going insane

Matt: are you crying too

Matt: i hope not

Matt: i’d do anything

Matt: anything

Matt: tell me what to fix

Matt: i’ll fix it

Matt: just say something

Matt: i’m so sorry

Matt: i hate myself

Matt: i didn’t mean any of it

Matt: i’m sorry i didn’t fight harder

Matt: i’m sorry i let you leave

Matt: i love you

Matt: i love you

Matt: i love you

It kept going. A stream of messages that didn’t stop. Some were just one word.

Matt: baby. please. im so heartbroken.

Matt: shattered

Matt: aching

Matt: drowning

Matt: you

Matt: us

Matt: why

Matt: whywhywhy

Your chest cracked open. You didn’t even realize you were crying until the phone slipped from your hand onto your lap, screen still glowing, his words still pouring in.

A choked sob left your throat as you bent over, clutching your stomach like the pain was physical. You curled into yourself, shaking with every breath.

That boy fucking loved you.

He loved you with everything in him. And it was real. And it was raw. And it was too big to handle sometimes. Too loud. Too messy. But it had always been love.

And now it was slipping through both of your fingers like water, and neither of you knew how to stop it.

You picked up your phone with trembling hands. More texts.

Matt: are you asleep

Matt: do you hate me

Matt: i’ll never forgive myself

Matt: please don’t forget me

Matt: you were the best thing

Matt: i still feel you here

Matt: i still love you

Matt: i’ll always love you

You didn’t respond.

Not because you didn’t want to.

But because if you did…

If you let even one word slip through…

You knew you’d drive right back to him.

And this time, you might never leave again.

The next night was worse than the first.

You hadn’t slept.

You laid in bed with the pillow pulled over your head, trying to block out everything. The silence. The way your heart thudded hollow against your ribs. The ache of wanting to go back while knowing why you left.

You’d read every one of Matt’s 200 texts at least five times. You hadn’t answered a single one.

Because you didn’t know how to answer them.

But when your phone lit up at 1:42 a.m., and his name appeared across the screen—Matt calling—you didn’t even hesitate.

You answered it without thinking.

“…Hello?”

There was no sound at first. Just quiet breathing. Uneven. Rough.

“Matt?” you said gently.

A shaky inhale. Then—

“I—I’m sorry,” he said, his voice completely broken. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be calling, I just—I can’t—I can’t fucking do this anymore, I—”

His voice cracked so violently that your throat physically clenched.

“Breathe,” you whispered. “Just—Matt, slow down, okay? I’m here.”

A choked, guttural sound came through the line. He wasn’t crying in that dramatic movie way. It was quiet, ugly—like he was trying to keep it in and failing miserably.

“I can’t fucking breathe without you,” he said. “I wake up and I reach for you and you’re not there. And I—I hate it. I hate this.”

You shut your eyes, tears already slipping past them.

“I know.”

“I didn’t eat today,” he mumbled, like he was confessing something shameful. “I didn’t get out of bed. I didn’t even open the fucking blinds. I just—I just stared at the ceiling and hoped it’d stop hurting.”

You sat up in bed, pressing the phone harder against your ear like it would pull you closer to him.

“I hate myself for letting you go,” he whispered.

“Matt—”

“No, please,” he begged, his voice suddenly rising in a frantic panic. “Don’t tell me it’s for the best. Don’t say that again. I’ll lose it. I have lost it.”

Your lips trembled. You didn’t know what to say.

“I still hear you laughing,” he went on, softer now, like he was already fading. “Like, in the kitchen. Or in my fucking car. Or when I walk past the bathroom and remember you brushing your teeth and dancing to whatever stupid song was in your head.”

You brought your hand to your mouth, trying to stifle a sob.

“Everything reminds me of you,” he said. “I walked past your mug and I fucking broke down. A mug, Y/N. A fucking mug. I’m not okay.”

You whispered his name.

“I know we fought. I know it got bad,” he said. “But it wasn’t all bad. We had good too. So much of it. And I swear to God I’d do anything to go back and fix it. I’d shut my mouth more. I’d hold you tighter. I’d let the little shit go. I wouldn’t make you question if I loved you. Because I do. I always fucking did.”

“I never doubted that,” you said through a tear-soaked voice. “I doubted if we were good for each other.”

“I don’t care if we’re not good—I want you,” he said, raw and harsh. “I want you when it’s easy, and I want you when it’s hard, and I want you even when we’re driving each other insane.”

The line went quiet for a few seconds.

Then, barely above a whisper:

“I’m not okay without you.”

Your chest ached in a way that felt lethal. You couldn’t swallow around it.

“I’m not either,” you finally admitted.

He exhaled like he’d been underwater.

“I miss you so much it fucking burns.”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see.

“I know.”

“Please come home,” he said, broken. “Even if you just sit on the other side of the couch and don’t say a word—I just… I need to know you’re real. I need you here. Please, Y/N. Please.”

You were crying again. Hard. Because he wasn’t just sad.

He was unraveling.

And some part of you—no matter how badly it hurt—was still tethered to him in a way you couldn’t cut off.

Not completely.

Not yet.

“Matt…”

You closed your eyes.

“I’ll come by tomorrow.”

You heard him breathe again—like he hadn’t since you left.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Okay.”

Neither of you hung up.

You just listened to each other breathe.

It wasn’t fixed.

But it was something.

And maybe that was enough—for one more night.

A/N: i love writing angst.

[hannahsturniolo]

ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏ

Part 15

Read all other parts HERE.

Summary: you and Matt have sex for the first time after you had your baby girl.

Warnings: smut, p in v, riding, aftercare, gentle sex, f receiving, fluff

WC: 1.8K

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Today you had your 6 week postpartum appointment to make sure everything was okay with you and your baby girl. The doctor said Charlotte is healthy and doing great. Then they checked you to see if everything had healed down there, and gave you the okay to start having sex again. She reminded you to be gentle and take it slow since it might still hurt a bit after birth.

Matt carried Charlotte in her car seat while you held his hand all the way to the car. He carefully placed her in the backseat, then got into the driver’s seat and looked at you with the biggest smile. You laughed and said, “I know exactly why you’re smiling at me.”

Before he started driving, he squeezed your hand and said, “I know I’m excited, but seriously, baby, we go at your pace. Whenever you’re ready, no rush, only when you feel comfortable.”

You smiled at him and said, “Thanks, baby.” As he started driving, his hand instinctively found its way onto your thigh while you headed to your favorite coffee shop to grab some coffee. Matt went inside to pick up drinks for both of you. When you got home, Matt carefully took Charlotte out of the car and carried her inside.

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Later that night;

Matt was gently rocking Charlotte to sleep while you lay in bed. It had been a rough evening, Charlotte wouldn’t stop crying. Thank goodness Matt had so much patience. He rocked her back and forth for about 30 minutes before she finally drifted off, and he carefully placed her in her crib.

You were lying there watching TV when Matt came back, crawled under the covers, and snuggled right up next to you. He leaned over and kissed your neck. You both wanted this, but you were nervous it might hurt. You turned to him, a worried look on your face.

“I’m sorry, baby, we don’t have to do anything. I just wanted to kiss you,” he said softly.

“No, I want this,” you whispered. “I’m just scared it’s going to hurt again.”

“I know it’s healed, but I just don’t want it to hurt,” you added.

“Baby, I’ll go really slow, don’t worry,” he reassured you.

You leaned in to kiss him, and the kiss was passionate and deep.

He wrapped one arm around the small of your back, pulling you close, while his other hand cupped your cheek with gentle warmth. He pulled away just enough to look deep into your eyes and whispered, “I love you.” A soft smile spread across your lips as you replied, “I love you too,” and he leaned back in, capturing your mouth in a slow, lingering kiss.

Your fingers trailed down to the waistband of his pajama pants, teasing him lightly, and he let out a soft, needy whine into your mouth. You chuckled, knowing exactly the effect you had on him.

He eased back and slowly peeled off his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours, then reached to help you with yours. With the utmost care, he slid your shirt off, mindful of the tenderness in your swollen, breastfeeding breasts. His touch was featherlight, he never dared to press too hard, wanting only to comfort you, never cause pain.

He looked at you softly and asked if you wanted to ride him, reminding you that you could go at your own pace and take all the time you needed. You nodded, agreeing.

He slowly pulled down his pajama pants and helped you out of yours, his touch gentle and reassuring. But first, he wanted to please you. He laid you back against the pillows carefully, spreading your legs apart with tenderness before lowering his mouth to your most sensitive spot.

He licked slowly and deliberately against your clit, glancing up at your face for any sign of how it felt. Your soft moans encouraged him, Matt loved those little sounds. His hands stroked gently up and down your thighs, sending waves of pleasure through you.

Your face twisted in bliss, and he pulled back just enough to ask, “Doing okay, baby?”

You simply nodded, grabbing a fistful of his thick, beautiful brown hair and guiding him exactly where it felt best. He moaned low into you, the sound sending delicious shivers up your spine.

He slowly sat up and reached over to grab the lube, gently warming it on his hand as he stroked himself a few times, building a quiet anticipation between you. Then, with the softest touch, he helped you settle on top of him.

He aligned himself carefully with your entrance, easing in slowly. You pushed the tip inside and winced, a sharp twinge reminding you of the healing you’d been through. Without missing a beat, his hands found your hips, holding you steady while tracing slow, soothing circles along your skin.

“It’s okay, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with tenderness. “Take all the time you need. I’m right here.”

His warm gaze locked with yours, giving you strength. Encouraged by his reassurance, you slowly pressed him in a little more. Your hands came down to rest on his chest, steadying yourself as you both moved gently together, connected and patient.

You slowly sank all the way down onto him, fully taking him in, and winced at the sharp sting that followed.

“Slow, baby, slow,” Matt whispered gently, his hands steady on your hips, grounding you. One of his hands slid between your legs, fingers finding your clit and rubbing soft, slow circles to help you stay relaxed, to keep the warmth building.

You started to move, carefully, slowly, rising and lowering your hips in a slow rhythm. It still stung a little, but the pain was fading with each gentle motion. You found a steady pace that felt good, manageable, and the more you moved, the more the ache began to melt into pleasure.

Your head tipped back as you rode him, soft, whiny moans spilling from your lips. Underneath you, Matt let out a low groan, unable to hold back the sounds of how good you felt around him.

“You doing okay, baby?” he asked, his voice breathless.

You nodded with a breathy giggle, “I’m doing very good.”

He kept rubbing your clit, slow and steady, matching your rhythm, his other hand stroking up your waist and back. You could feel him throbbing inside you, the sensation adding to the growing pressure in your core.

It started to build, tight and overwhelming, your muscles clenching around him. Matt felt it too. His eyes met yours and he murmured, “I know you’re close, baby- ride it out.”

You leaned down and kissed him, mouths colliding in something slow and deep as the knot inside you finally snapped. Your body trembled above him, gasping into his mouth as you came hard, thighs shaking, walls fluttering around him.

Matt moaned louder, still rubbing your clit, now with just a little more pressure, making you clench down uncontrollably.

He couldn’t hold back anymore. You felt his body tense, and then warmth flooded inside you in deep, pulsing waves as he let go, moaning your name against your neck.

You were still trembling slightly, your body sensitive and warm, tucked into Matt’s arms as you caught your breath. He kissed your forehead softly, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

“You okay, baby?” he whispered gently.

You nodded sleepily, resting your head on his chest. “Yeah, I’m really okay. Just a little sore.”

That was all it took for him to shift into full caretaker mode.

“Okay, don’t move, I’ve got you,” he said softly as he carefully helped you lie back against the pillows. He leaned down and kissed your inner thigh, then quietly slipped out of bed. A few moments later, he came back with a warm, damp cloth and knelt between your legs.

His touch was tender as he gently cleaned you up, being so careful not to press too hard. “Let me know if anything hurts, okay?” he said as his fingers moved softly over your skin.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, your heart melting at how gentle he was being.

Once he was done, he got up again and returned with a small ice pack wrapped in a soft towel. “Here,” he said shyly, placing it beside you. “In case you’re sore later. I just-I don’t want you to hurt.”

You smiled, tears pricking in your eyes not from pain, but from the way he was looking at you. “You’re so sweet, Matt.”

He climbed back into bed beside you, pulling the covers over both of you as he tucked you into his arms. “Of course I’m sweet,” he mumbled into your hair, “you just gave birth to our baby, and then made love to me for the first time since..I’m just in awe of you.”

You rested your hand over his heart, smiling softly as he kissed the top of your head. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” he whispered. “So much.”

You were just starting to drift off in Matt’s arms, your body sore but comforted, wrapped in the warmth of his chest and the steady rhythm of his breathing. The soft hum of the baby monitor beside the bed buzzed quietly, until a tiny cry broke through the silence.

Charlotte.

You stirred, letting out a tired sigh and starting to move, but Matt gently tightened his arms around you. “Don’t worry, baby,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I got her.”

You looked up at him, eyes heavy with sleep. “Are you sure?”

He smiled and nodded. “Absolutely. You rest, okay? I’ll be right back.”

He kissed your temple and carefully slid out of bed, grabbing a hoodie from the floor and tiptoeing out of the room. You listened through the monitor as he walked into the nursery. His voice was soft and low, a soothing hum as he gently lifted Charlotte from her crib.

“There’s my girl..shhh, it’s okay, Daddy’s here,” he whispered into the monitor, rocking her back and forth. You could hear the creak of the rocking chair and the gentle rustle of her blanket.

He stayed with her for a few minutes, humming softly, until her cries faded into tiny sniffles and finally back to sleep. A few more minutes passed before you heard his footsteps returning.

He climbed back into bed as carefully as he left, sliding in behind you and wrapping his arm back around your waist. “She’s okay,” he whispered against your shoulder.

You smiled sleepily, lacing your fingers through his. “You’re amazing.”

“So are you,” he murmured. “Now let’s get some sleep before round two starts in two hours.”

You both laughed quietly, the kind of tired, happy laughter only new parents understand. And then, in the soft quiet of the night, you finally fell asleep, wrapped up in love, safety, and the sound of your little family breathing together.

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[matts-hersheys-kisses]

"i wanna marry her"

-matt sturniolo

summery: matt gets his wisdom teeth removed. fluff

requested by: @ikyoudreamofme 💋

Matt had never been great with hospitals or anything remotely medical. So when he stumbled out of the surgeon’s office—cheeks puffy, eyes glazed, and drooling just a little—it wasn’t surprising that he was more than a little out of it.

You barely had time to thank the nurse before he spotted you in the waiting area and stopped dead in his tracks, swaying like a newborn deer.

“…Whoa.”

You blinked. “Matt?”

He just stared.

Then, like he’d never seen you before, he whispered, awestruck, “You’re so pretty.”

Your mouth twitched. “Babe. It’s me.”

He frowned, dazed. “Wait. Are you my nurse?”

“No, I’m your girlfriend,” you said gently, stepping forward to steady him as he teetered.

His jaw dropped—as much as it could, considering the gauze in his mouth. “I have a girlfriend?!” he exclaimed, like this was both the best and most shocking news of his life. “No way. No freaking way.”

“Yes way,” you laughed, helping him into the passenger seat of your car.

He stared at you the whole time you buckled him in, like you’d hung the stars in the sky. Then, very seriously: “Do you think she’s nice?”

You raised a brow. “Your girlfriend?”

He nodded, cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk.

“Very nice,” you said.

“And pretty?” he mumbled through gauze.

“I guess so.”

He melted into the seat, utterly content. “I wanna marry her.”

You smiled, heart soft. “I’ll let her know.”

He blinked slowly, like the meds were winning. “Wait… what’s her name?”

You paused. “It’s me, baby.”

Matt blinked again. “No way.” Then he gasped. “Oh my god, I have a girlfriend and it’s you?!”

You laughed harder than you probably should have.

But it was the look on his face—pure wonder, pure joy—that made you pause.

Even when he forgot, he still chose you.

“Yeah,” you said, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “It’s me.”

He beamed. “I think I love you.”

You leaned down, kissed his forehead. “I know you do.”

He fell asleep five minutes later with your hand in his and a chocolate milkshake in his lap, whispering something about marrying the girl in the passenger seat.

this is very short and not very good but the idea was really cute 😭

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[petertingle-yipyip]

DONT BE A FOOL - MATT MURDOCK

Pairing: matt x wife!reader

Word Count: 2, 156

Summary: After a very tense argument about a misused name, your apologetic husband ends up getting looped in by your students.

//follow-up to three empty words but can probably be read on its own. i realize i lost the original plot so if it’s too bothersome, i’ll rewrite it// rewrite/part three?

The next morning, you refused to dilly dally your morning routine. Your shower was quick, your hair and makeup remained simple. Even your outfit was more or less the first thing you grabbed from your closet. You gathered all of your papers - which you hadn’t gotten around to grading the night before - and your laptop before Matt’s alarm had even gone off.

You skipped making breakfast, deciding to stop at a coffee shop on the way to work instead, and hustled out the door. You ignored the still sleeping figure of Elektra on your couch even though your brain wanted to soak her with cold water and kick her out. You did slam the door on your way out but that was just to satisfy your own anger.

You walked into your classroom and let out a loud sigh as you dropped into your deskchair. You were thankful to be out of the house, in your own space for the time being. As you began grading the papers and piling them according to the hours, your mind wandered back to the night before. You wondered if Elektra would be out of your apartment when you got back. You wondered if Matt would tell Foggy and Karen that you two got into a fight last night. You then found yourself wondering if Matt was actually going to go to work that morning.

You realized you were staring blankly at the student’s worksheet in front of you so you shook the thoughts and focused on the daunting stacks before you.

Most of the hours were business as usual. Your normal rowdy students were a bit extra, but that might’ve been due to your already grated nerves more than their own behaviors. It wasn’t until the hour before lunch that you found some of your students more huddled and secretive than usual.

“What are you doing in the corner?” You called, peaking over your computer at the small group. “There’s, what, five minutes till the bell?”

“Mrs. Murdock, what’s your husband’s name?” One of the girls, Liv, asked with an innocent expression. The same one she gave you when she explained her lacking assignments.

“Matthew.” You titled down your screen to see them better. “Why?”

“What does he do again?”

“Lawyer. Why?”

“Is he handsome?” Another girl, Nicole, asked with wiggling eyebrows.

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes at your middle schoolers.

“Yes, very.” You smiled slightly. “I wouldn’t have married him if he wasn’t.”

“And if he’s a lawyer, he’s gotta be smart, right?”

“Again, very. He went to Columbia.”

“So like… Is he why you’re so sad today?” Blake, the only boy in the group, chimed in with a nonchalant shrug.

“Guys.” You frowned slightly. “I’m not sure what you’re doing, but I’m not sad. Me and Mr. Murdock are fine. We’re happily married. And you should be worried about your own relationship drama, not mine.”

“So you admit there’s drama?” Nicole countered quickly.

“Between Blake and Emmy? Yes.” You nodded and Emmy’s jaw dropped while her friends poked her teasingly. “Between me and Mr. Murdock, no.”

“Mhmm.. So why is the photo face down?”

“What?”

“The photo by your computer.” She came across the room and lifted the frame near your laptop that was in fact, face down. “You told us on the first day that this was one your favorite photos and you have it on it’s face… There’s drama, Mrs. Murdock.”

“You’re very observant, Nicole. Thank you.” You said flatly as you took the frame from her hands and set it in it’s rightful position. “I must’ve knocked it over when I was trying to find you and Liv’s missing portfolio project.” “You can’t deflect, Mrs. M.” Liv added from across the room. “It’s all over your face.”

“Y’know what.” You announced, standing from your desk. “The bell rings in less than two minutes. You guys can all go to lunch early.”

A chorus of questions arose while you heard the door being pushed open.

“They can’t write you all up.” You shrugged and dropped back in your chair while the meddling group made their way into the hall.

The girls continued to whisper to themselves and glanced back at you, to which you shooed them away. When you were finally alone in your classroom, you let out a heavy sigh and rubbed a hand over your eyes.

Usually, you adored having open communication with your students because that meant they trusted you. But at the same time, that meant they felt entitled to know your life story whether you like it or not. The bell echoed in your ears so you spun your chair to the small fridge under your desk that held your lunch.

You clicked play on a playlist from your laptop and began eating your lunch, typing away to enter in grades. You knew you should just do nothing, scroll mindlessly on your social medias instead or maybe even call Foggy to ensure Matt made it to work, but the busy work for your eyes, head, and hands felt better. Plus, you weren’t exactly sure what you would’ve said that could’ve gotten your question answered without being a dead giveaway. So you kept working instead.

“MRS. MURDOCK!” Liv nearly yelled as she burst through your door, maybe halfway through the lunch hour. “OHMYGODYOULLNEVERBELIEVE-”

“Liv!” You said in shock, nearly dropping your water bottle. “What is going on? Is everything okay?”

“Look at this!” She hurried across and showed you her phone screen. Oddly enough, it was a photo of the back of a man exiting a taxi. What stood out to you was the white cane in his hand.

“It’s a guy getting out a cab.” You tried to reason, gently pushing her phone away. “That’s what you ran in here to tell me?”

“But he’s blind!”

“So it seems.”

“Don’t you know what this means?” She insisted with a small stomp.

You simply shrugged and raised your brows.

“It’s Mr. Murdock! He came to apologize!”

“Liv, I appreciate your concern for my marriage but we’re fine, okay? It’s not like he and I are heading towards a divorce. We’re just in a bit of an argument. It’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? Because I’ve never seen you so…” She gestured vaguely to you.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now go back to your lunch, please. I have to finish these.”

“But-”

“No.”

“Mrs. M, just-”

“Liv, boundaries, please.”

“Just listen!”

“No.” You said firmly. “Go back to your lunch.”

She huffed slightly but retreated to the door. As she was heading out, she nearly ran into one of the monitors.

“Sorry to intrude, Y/N.” The monitor said as she popped her head in. “I have a visitor for you.”

“Another one of my kids being a problem?” You sighed and wheeled yourself a bit further from your desk. “Send ‘em in. They can sit in the corner till next class.”

“Actually, I think you’ll be glad to see this one.” She smiled knowingly and reached for something outside the doorframe.

Before you could voice another question, she ushered Matt through the door. He said his usual thanks for being guided and the monitor gave you an approving nod and thumbs up. She mouthed a very not subtle ‘He’s very handsome’. You smiled awkwardly in agreement but once the door closed, you rolled your eyes and went back to your gradebook.

“Could’ve called.” You said simply.

“I didn’t think you would answer.” Matt replied honestly.

“Probably wouldn’t have… Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I couldn’t focus.”

You heard the clicks of him folding his cane as he wandered around your classroom. You peaked up to watch him manueaver the desks with such ease that for a split second, you forgot he was blind. You watched him run his fingers along the bulletin board you had on one wall, leading into the standards and other required signage you had up.

“Did she leave?” You asked and returned to your prior task. You knew if you watched him for too long, he’d know and he’d show you that stupid lopsided smirk that he did.

“She was still pretty weak when I left.” He said and there was a slight sadness in his voice. Though if someone asked if it was for Elektra or your argument, you wouldn’t have been able to say. “But I did ask Stick to find somewhere else to take her to recover if she can’t leave on her own by the time someone gets home.”

“Chivalrous.” You made a face behind your computer screen. “You didn’t have to come all the way here to tell me that.”

He sighed slightly and you mumbled a short complaint to yourself before scooting away from your desk and spinning in your chair to face him, just as he appeared at your side. You folded your hands over your stomach and leaned back in your chair, giving an exaggerated sigh and nod for him to talk.

“Y/N, last night, I said something I shouldn’t have.” He began carefully, as if he was following a carefully rehearsed speech. For all you knew, he had rehearsed it with Foggy that morning before he showed up. “I let Stick push me and I just said the first thing that came to mind.”

“But she shouldn’t be the first thing, right?” You said softly with a small shrug. “Stick shouldn’t be able to push you into saying that, whether you meant it or not.”

“You’re right.” He admitted and your brows went up slightly. “I shouldn’t have said that. You are the only woman that I want to be with. I married you, without any hesitation. I never had second thoughts or second thoughts or anything. You, Y/N Murdock, have my heart.”

You nodded slowly but said nothing as you stood. You crossed your arms and looked up at him, him offering a hopeful expression in return. You broke into a small smile and nudged him with your shoulder before moving past him. He followed you almost instantly and you took him to the wall on the other side of your desk near the window.

“The kids started calling this the Sweetheart’s Spotlight.” You said quietly with a small smile. “They keep a polaroid camera in one of the cubbies and every Friday, they rearrange the couples in order of their favorites… They made me put a photo of us on here, too.”

“Where do we rank?” He smiled slightly.

“We’ve been number one since it started.” You laughed. “They tell me that you’re the best by default since I’m their favorite teacher.”

“Lucky me.”

“You know I’m still upset, right?” You said carefully when the air was too light between you two.

“I know.” He nodded. “I can hear it in your voice.”

“But I also don’t want to hold onto this fight. So here’s an idea. Elektra’s out of the apartment today. You two finish whatever crusade you’re on. You make sure you don’t get yourself killed. She leaves New York and it’s all put to bed.”

“Consider it done.” He nodded. “And I know better than to get myself killed. I’ve got it too good to die.”

“Yeah because then I’m a widow and there’s not much life insurance to cash in on.” You joked as the lunch bell rang.

“I should get going.” He nodded before gently taking your hand. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too.” You said softly as your students started filing in.

“OHMYGOD.” One of your students yelled and you closed your eyes tightly, quietly groaning in embarrassment. “IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?”

“Yes, Luna.” You said, feeling the blush across your cheeks. “This is Mr. Murdock and he’s leaving.”

You pulled Matt towards the door as he laughed. Your kids yelled questions that you tried to ignore until Matt stopped, pulling you to stop with him.

“It’s career week!” One of the boys yelled. More so a demand.

“I’m aware, Jack.” You nodded. “What does that have to do with this?”

“He’s not here to talk to us about lawyers?” The boy’s head cocked as he asked his question.

“That’s exactly why I’m here.” Matt grinned and you groaned again. “Let’s give Mrs. Murdock a break, right?”

“You’re so dead.” You threatened quietly with a laugh before heading back to your chair. 

“Okay, kids.” You announced. “He’s blind and can’t write. I’m not getting up. Take your own notes and keep your questions relevant to his career, okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Murdock.” They all answered.

“All yours, Mr. Murdock.” You gestured before returning to grading and the personal questions started flying.

“How did you guys meet?!”

“What’s her favorite color?!”

“Did you see the wall?!” “He can’t see!”

“Are they always this rowdy?” He asked you with a slight laugh.

“You’re new and exciting.” You shrugged. “Take it as a compliment.”

[overlygoin]

[ikyoudreamofme]

help😭

This is too funny I’m dying

[mattsslvtt]

Apology.

Warnings; explicit content, oral (f receiving), fingering, praising, fake sympathy, overstimulation, pussy drunk!matt, finger sucking (let me know if I forgot anything)

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"Ma, please! m' sorry, I've said it a million times!" Matt pleads as he follows you down the hall trying to get you to talk to him about the argument that you two just had — which resulted in you crying..

"No matt, I don't wanna talk!" You shout over your shoulder, pushing open the door to your shared bedroom

"Angel you know I didn't mean to make you cry.." he whines loudly, still following you around like a lost puppy.

"I don't care if you didn't mean it matt! You still made me cry- and I need space.." you murmur, spinning around to look at him, your eyes still red and puffy

"Please cara mia.. I'm so sorry.." he reaches out and grabs your hands, pulling you closer to him, he continues holding your hands firmly as he slowly gets down on his knees in front of you "I'm so sorry" he whispers, staring up at you.

"Matt.. get up you look stupid" you try to pull your hands from his grasp but hes holding them to tight "let me apologize.. please angel..?" He begs, a slight smirk on his lips.

"Wha— " you cut yourself off, realization washing over you, it's his favorite way of apologizing, you should know by now! Silly you.

"Please cara mia.. let me show you just how sorry I am.." he mumbles, the smirk on his face only growing

"Ok.. fine, show me how sorry you are matt" you roll your eyes, your skirt is yanked down in a millisecond, shortly after so is your underwear, he stands up and pushes you back onto the bed. He hooks his arms under your thighs and scoots you to the edge of the bed, your legs dangling off, he looks up at you for permission and you nod.

Not even a second later his tounge is sliding through your already wet folds, your head is lazily tossed back and your lips parted Slightly, your hands slowly find the back of Matt's head and grab fistfuls of his hair, he hums happily against you which only increases the pleasure, soft whimpers leaving your mouth and your eyes starting to water Slightly.

He drags his mouth down your sensitive cunt, his tounge slipping inside your dripping pussy, his nose pressed against your clit, he glances up at you through his eye lashes, admiring how your face twists in pleasure as he fucks you with his tounge.

He takes his mouth away suddenly, making you groan in frustration "matt.. what are you-" you suck in a sharp breath as two fingers are quickly stuffed into your aching pussy, and just as you start adjusting to them he starts pumping them quickly, making a few tears roll down your cheeks "ma— att!" You hiccup, his finger tips brushing against that spot that makes your body tremble.

"Yeah? Feels good ma?" He teases, pulling his fingers all the way out before slamming them back in, making a loud cry rip through your throat "I asked you a question" matt says, taking his fingers out of your puffy cunt, earning himself a loud whine from you "y-yes! It feels good matt jus— please.. jus please keep goin.." you plead, your hair sticking to your forehead and cheeks.

"Good girl, that's all I wanted to hear" he soothes you with his gentle words before stuffing your needy pussy with his fingers again, your hands desperately trying to find something to hold onto as another loud moan slips from your lips.

He presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles, while his two fingers continue fucking into your soaked cunt, his eyes locked on your face, watching you fall apart just for him, he slowly drives his fingers deeper, his finger tips kissing your g-spot with every pump, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You feel that familiar knot in your stomach start to form, you babble nonsense at matt, trying to tell him your gonna cum "m-matt.. im— please! Matt- im-.." is all you managed to get out "I know ma" he mutters quietly, adding more pressure to your clit, making your eyes fill with tears once again as you feel the knot snap, pleasure washing over you in waves, just as you catch your breath you realize matt hasn't stopped.

"Matt—.. no please matt- I can't! Matt I cant!" You choke, tears dripping down your face "aw poor baby.." he says sarcastically "m-matt please! s' too much! I- I cant!" You whimper, your back arching off the bed and your legs trembling "you can ma, you can" he whispers firmly.

He takes his other hand off your thigh and bring his hand up to your face shoving 2 fingers into your mouth to silence your crys, your lips instinctively wrap around them. Matt pushes down on your tounge gently, his fingers still pumping into your sore pussy.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel that knot slowly forming again, matt can tell and slowly curls his fingers upwards, hitting that spot just right, not even a second later pleasure racks over your body, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cum again "see? I knew you could angel" he praises, carefully slipping his fingers out of you and putting them into his mouth, licking every drop off of them.

"I- I accept your apology.." you huff, lazily reaching up for him, he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head "that's my girl"

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[shadowthesim237]

~Skims Dress~

warnings: negative body image, insecurities, crying, matt comforting reader (idk what else tell me if smth needs to be added)

(english isn't my first language!)

matt never meant to eavesdrop on your phone call with your friend, but your excitement was enough to captivate his curiosity, you were telling her about how much you wanted a new dress but didn't know which would fit you the most. and that's how he made it his new mission to get you the best one.

he wanted the dress to be perfect for you. he didn't want to get a traditional black one because you already had many. nor a simple sundress since he got you different ones through your time being together. you needed something new and different, so he payed extra attention to which colors fits you most and makes your eyes pop, what makes you shine and feel confident.

until one morning you were cuddling on your bed being lazy together, you were scrolling aimlessly through your tiktok feed, then you liked that video of one of your favorite influencers trying on the viral skims dress. it snatched her waist and made her appear taller. it didn't go unnoticed by matt of course, he thought that you'd like to try it too. so with that he knew exactly what to get.

he ordered the dress and made sure it's the correct color and size, then waited for the perfect moment to give it you.

you were sitting on the couch watching your favorite barbie movie from your childhood, and the magical dress transformation never failed to amaze you even after all those years, there was something about these beautiful transformations that made you so happy and excited like as if you're seven years old again. matt walked into the living room with a bowl of freshly made popcorn then stopped for a second taking in the way your eyes were glued on the bright screen. he knew it was his perfect timing so he quickly went to the bedroom and scavenged in the hidden spot in his side of the closet for the cute bag he kept the dress in, then walked quietly behind the couch to surprise you with it.

matt lightly tapped your shoulder to get your attention. so you looked behind you to see your boyfriend standing there with a calm ambiance that he always seemed to carry with him, then he smiled, the same beautiful smile that still makes you go crazy even after all those years.

"i know you wanted a new dress, soo.." matt revealed a gift bag that was decorated with ribbons from behind his back. you stood up in surprise, how does he always know what you want and need? you threw yourself in his embrace, a quick but meaningful hug then took the bag from his hand. your excitement was to the roof until you held the dress and it looked too small in your hand for some reason.

your smile slowly faded, it must've been a mistake and matt accidentally bought the wrong size..

"it's a skims dress" he interrupted your train of thoughts. "it should stretch to fit you just right, i think it'll look gorgeous on you".

"oh..that's..thanks."

the way your face fell and kept stuttering made him internally panick, how did he mess this up? maybe you didn't like the color..but it's your favorite, maybe you already have this one? but how when he's sure you don't because he remembers every single dress you wore. then what's wrong??

matt froze in his place when he noticed the piece of fabric shaking slightly in your hand. he glanced at your face to find a tear falling down your cheek. you tried not to cry in front of him but couldn't hide it. he quickly held your hand. his hands were warm compared to yours, "I'm sorry" he didn't know what he's exactly apologizing for but the sight of you being sad when he expected the opposite filled him with regret.

"what's wrong baby, tell me" his low steady tone made you feel at ease. so you opened up to him and told him what's bothering you, he's your source of comfort afterall.

you took a deep breath so your voice doesn't come out too shaky from crying.

"the dress is so pretty matt..it really is, but i can never wear it.."

"what..but why not?"

"it's way too tight, i know it's supposed to be like that to enhance your features but..matt can't you see..it will show everything I'm trying to hide"

at this point your tears kept falling uncontrollably, you've been trying to act normal about it but couldn't. you appreciate matt's gift, you really do. but the fear of trying it on was blinding you. what if he got disappointed from the way you'd look in it?

you've been struggling with many insecurities growing up, you did a very good job hiding it from the others but never from yourself. never once felt comfortable in your own body which hurts so bad. it's not fair, seeing other girls wearing everything they want and eating whatever they like when you couldn't even finish a meal without feeling a lingering guilt build in you.

"no baby don't do that, don't be harsh on yourself you don't deserve it" matt started to gently rub your back to make you relax, he somehow managed to turn the atmosphere surrounding you two from charged to steady. it made you calm down a bit, but the dress in your grip didn't let you forget.

he guided you to your shared bedroom to try it on, you kept complaining but he wasn't taking any of it. minutes passed and you were still inside, he didn't have patience to see you so he raised his hand to knock on the door but hesitated for a second, he didn't want to pressure you. so he waited.

the creak of the door made his heart flutter, he's finally getting to see your final look. it then swinged open revealing you. he unconsciously stood up from his seat. taking in the way you looked absolutely breathtaking. he has to make you see it too.

you didn't leave the doorway, too anxious to move. so matt walked to you and took both of your hands in his, he raised them and kissed your knuckles.

"you look perfect" his voice was low almost like a whisper only for you to hear, but a part of you didn't believe him still, you never trusted people's compliments anyway.

"no i don't..look at my stomach, it's so big to remind me of how weak i am for never sticking to my diet, my hips look horrible and don't even get me started on my legs"

matt hushed you and walked you slowly towards the bed to make you sit on it then sat on his knees in front of you, never leaving your hand or breaking eye contact.

"listen to me angel, i never understood why the prince chose cinderella when he had all those princesses dying to dance with him until i met you, the only difference between you and her is that you don't need a magical dress or a pair of glass slippers to be pretty, you do it everyday effortlessly by simply being yourself" he leaned into you and planted a soft kiss on your hip, "you look like a goddess in my eyes and nothing will ever change that, trust me please"

you stayed silent for a moment, taking in his words, trying to see what he's looking at, he'd never lie to you why would he. his lips brushed against yours, so delicate and meaningful. you easily melted in matt's touch. "i love you so much" those last words felt like the cold wind breeze that you needed to finally relax and feel safe again. you trusted him with your life, so maybe he's right, you are beautiful.

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a/n: if you found yourself relating to this then pleease know that you're pretty, i genuinely believe that everyone is beautiful in their own way, the word "ugly" doesn't exist in my dictionary cause look at the world around you, it's so beautiful and you're a part of it! so remember to love yourself you truly deserve it <3

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[sturniolosymphony]

fine matt, i’ll ride it ig 🙄

[lillysturns]

need those tongues somewhere else🙂

[aaliyah-sturns]

kiss - matt s

summary.. y/n doesn't feel good so matt kisses her pain away

⚠︎ fluff, kisses,

Dividers from @bernardsbendystraws

y/n was laying on her bed, her eyes closed blanket wrapped around her, matt hated seeing y/n like this, being sick, not full of energy not herself, he hated it

sometimes when shes sick he prays that the sickness will go to him and sometimes wishes he was the one being sick, he didn't wanna see his princess hurt, sick or even not herself

matt was laying down next to her watching a movie they practically forgot because his little princess just wanted to cuddle

matt was kissing her head, forehead, and cheek,

y/n - matttt my body hurts, she says in a whiny tone

matt didn't say anything, he didn't wanna, instead he placed her gently on the pillow, and started kissing her body,

her legs first, then her stomach, and her arms, he also kissed her forehead because he knew she had a headache

matt - anything else princess?

y/n thought about it, she didn't want matt to stop kissing her, she loves matts kisses, she loves matt in general

y/n - my lips hurt, she said opening her eyes to look at him, pointing to her lips

matt kissed her nose

matt - after marriage

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[hannahsturniolo]

ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ

Warning: kissing, dry humping

Summary: you and Matt were having an intense make out session, when you were interrupted.

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You and Matt were tangled up together under the covers, his arms wrapped around you tightly watching a movie. Your legs were intertwined, your forehead resting on his chest, you could hear his heart beating fast.

You glanced up at Matt, lifting your head off his chest.

“I love you” you said, eyes full of love.

“I love you too, baby” he gently smiled back.

You leaned up to kiss him, slow and deliberate. Your hands brushing against his jaw to cup the side of his face.

You felt his one hand fall on the small of your back, pulling you in closer. He was kissing you like he had all the time in the world.

What started as soft quickly turned into something deeper, more urgent. Your tongues dancing together. Your bodies already knew what they wanted.

Matt broke the kiss just barely, breathless, his eyes locked on yours as he peeled off his shirt throwing it to the floor.

He then had his lips trailing along your jaw and down to the curve of your neck, kissing you there with a quiet urgency. He loved watching you react to every single touch.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his mouth found that one spot on your neck, the one that always made your breath hitch.

You moved Matt away gently, then climbed up, straddling him, placing your knees on either side of him.

You began to move your hips slowly, the gentle friction sending sparks through your body, as you leaned down capturing his lips in a deep hungry kiss.

His hand grabbed the back of your neck, gripping it firmly, and the other hand clenching your hips to help you grind harder and faster.

“Fuck- Matt” you whined.

A deep husky sound rumbled through his throat against your lips.

*knock knock knock*

You both pulled away from the kiss fast, and you pulled yourself off of him, heart pounding as you heard the urgent sound of knocking at Matt’s bedroom door.

“Yes?” Matt yelled across the room.

Chris’s voice came through, firm and demanding, “open up!”

“Aw fuck, sorry baby” Matt whispered in your ear, letting out a huff as he leaned down and grabbed his shirt off the ground, throwing it over his body.

Matt walked over to the door, and opened it slowly. Chris sticks his phone in Matt’s face.

“Look what Nick just sent me” Chris said laughing, showing Matt a meme.

Matt looked very unimpressed.

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[sagesturns]

Hold me - m.s

contents: smut. pnv. soft dom!matt. slight fluff? that's all? (lower case intended)

you don’t say anything when matt steps through your bedroom door. you don’t need to.

your body’s curled in on itself, quiet and raw, the day clinging to you like a storm cloud that won’t pass. you hear him exhale gently, the door clicking shut behind him. and then, the sound of soft footsteps. he doesn’t ask what happened — just sits beside you on the edge of the bed like he already knows. like he’s felt it all through the air.

he leans over slowly, fingers brushing your temple. “hey… look at me.”

you do.

and he’s just… there. ocean-blue eyes full of concern, brows drawn together, mouth slightly parted like he doesn’t know whether to speak or kiss you. so he does both. a soft press of lips against your forehead, warm and careful. “Bad day, huh?”

you nod once. barely.

“i got you,” he whispers, climbing over you, not heavy but close — the kind of close that makes the world shrink down to just you and him. he smells like cool linen and something slightly sweet, and when his hand cups your cheek, you lean into it like it’s the only solid thing in the room.

his mouth finds yours, a slow, searching kiss — soft, like he’s kissing the sadness straight out of your bones. your chest trembles beneath him, and he pulls back just enough to ask, “can i…?”

you nod again. this time, more certain.

his hands are steady as they move beneath your shirt, lifting it inch by inch. He undresses you like you’re something delicate — like fabric pulled from a wound. one sleeve, then the other, the hem brushing your arms before it’s gone. he doesn’t look away, not once, even as his gaze turns reverent.

“you’re beautiful,” he breathes. “even like this.”

when you’re bare, he doesn’t rush. just lets his palms trail along your sides, his thumbs stroking over your ribs like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your sadness. he strips next — hoodie first, then shirt, then sweats — never breaking eye contact. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until he’s leaning back in, skin to skin, warm and grounding.

his forehead rests against yours, breath shared between open mouths. he watches your face like it’s the only thing that matters.

then he kisses you again. deeper. thirsty in that quiet, aching way. and when he finally pushes in — slow, patient — your breath catches in your throat.

you gasp into the kiss, arms winding around his back as he sinks inside you. the stretch is slow, perfect. like your body’s been waiting for this exact kind of fullness — this weight, this closeness — all day.

sparks your mind whispers. every nerve ending alive. the way he fills you, so deep, so present — it’s electric. like your whole body lights up around him.

matt groans softly against your lips, not from pleasure, but from how good you feel. how right you feel. “jesus,” he murmurs, nose brushing yours. “you feel like everything.”

he doesn’t move fast. he doesn’t need to. his hips roll into you with a rhythm that’s slow and devastating, like each thrust is a promise: i’m here. i see you. i’m not going anywhere.

you whimper softly, the sound breaking in your throat as he reaches a spot that steals the breath from your lungs. he shushes you gently, one hand cradling your head, the other splayed across your waist to hold you still.

“that’s it, baby,” he whispers, pressing kisses to your jaw, your throat, your collarbone. “let me take care of you. Just let it go.”

you claw gently at his back, needing something to ground you — and it’s all him. The heat of his skin. The sound of his breath. The tremble in his voice as he keeps whispering, “You’re okay. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

and when you come, it’s not loud. it’s not wild.

it’s soft — a broken whimper, quiet and overwhelmed, as your body pulses around him. your thighs tighten, arms holding him tighter, and he’s right there with you, burying his face in your neck, murmuring, “that’s it, you're okay, I'm here” he coos into your ear like reassuring you this isn't some dream.

he comes not long after, but you can feel it — this wasn’t about him.

every touch, every word, every thrust — it was all for you.

and in the quiet after, he doesn’t move. just stays inside you, holding you close, like if he lets go, the world might break all over again.

after, he kisses every part of you he can reach—shoulder, cheek, collarbone, knuckles—like he’s saying thank you in a language made only for the two of you.

“so proud of you,” he whispers between kisses, arms wrapped around your back like he’s scared you’ll vanish. “so good. always so good.”

you bury your face in his chest, still trembling, and he just strokes your hair, heart beating wild against your ear.

you’ve never felt more wrecked. or more wanted.

a/n: sigh #needthat, anyways back after almost a whole month...

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[overlygoin]

talkin bout innnnitttttttt

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“ thought you said they were stupid? “

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 .. you catch your boyfriend matt playing with your sonny angels even though he would tell you how how stupid they were.

matt always teased you about your obsession with sonny angels. constantly calling them stupid and ugly. and every time he would say something rude about them, you’d have their backs because their like your children.

you had some errands to run—you asked matt if he wanted to come along, but he said no because he didn’t wanna get up. you said okay, and left. a few hours later, you arrived home. you kicked your shoes off and furrowed your eyebrows at the unusual silence. it’s never this quiet unless you two are sleeping. “matt?” you call out, making your way upstairs. still no response.

“maybe he’s sleeping.” you think to yourself. you open the door to your shared bedroom and find matt sitting criss crossed on the carpet playing with your sonny angels. he’s mumbling to himself while moving their bodies around. you tried your hardest to not laugh. “thought you said they were stupid?” matt freezes as if he just got caught stealing. “hm? nothing.” he says way too fast, not even looking at you. “they were just—um—sitting there, and my phone was getting boring.”

you walk over to him, sitting down. “right, right. so now you like ‘em?” you ask, teasing him about it. he huffs, cheeks a soft shade of pink now. “maybe.” you glance down at the one in his hand. “this one’s name is honey.” matt nods like it makes perfect sense, “looks like a honey.” you bump your knee against his. “can i play with you?” he places his pointer finger on his chin, making a thinking face. then he grabs one of the angels next to his. “okay, you could be this one,” he starts, “mine is gonna be this one and their gonna get married.”

you giggle at how he’s planning this out, reaching out to grab it. “fine. but m’picking where their honeymoon is gonna be.” “deal.” he smiles, already bringing them together to make them kiss.

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COINCIDENCE - MATT MURDOCK

//it was intended as a rewrite but is just a part three i guess, idk there was a lot of discussions so peer pressure. plus the original request wanted a happy ending so i did that!!// pt1 // pt2

Pairing: Matt x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 2,083

Summary: The problem never ended, just hid. The most painful solution is acknowledged but Matt refuses to stand idly by.

The rest of the day was a blur. Matt only stayed for one hour and left. Your other classes complained that they didn’t get a special guest speaker, and while you wanted to explain it to them so they weren’t upset, something wasn’t sitting right in your stomach.

You were still upset with Matt. The idea of Elektra being in your shared apartment made you feel like the other woman, even though you were the wife. You wanted to burn down the building, throw Matt’s things into the dumpster, knock Elektra’s perfect teeth in, punch Stick in the nose. You were still so angry.

The reconciliation was supposed to be enough. That’s what your mother had always told you about marriage. Nothing was too big for you two to get over if you loved each other. Sometimes someone had to swallow their pride and forgive a fight before you lost the other. But why were you letting him off the hook without knowing that he’d do anything you asked? And what was to keep Elektra from making moves on him?

Once your kids were finally out and dismissal was done, you dropped back into your work chair. The photo was still face down, and maybe that was the indiciation you really needed that nothing was really settled.

You picked up your phone.

“Foggy Nelson.” Foggy answered.

“Hey, Fog… Did Matt make it back?” You asked, filing assignments into folders and sliding them into your bag to grade later.

“No, he said there was something he needed to take care of before you got home. Why?”

“Can I come by the office then? I need to talk to you.”

“Sure? Is everything okay, Y/N?”

“No, I don’t think so.” You sighed. “I thought it would be a ‘sweep under the rug’ instance but it’s just… not.”

“Okay, yeah, come on by. You want me to have some food delivered?”

“You’d be a lifesaver if you did.”

“Pizza will be ready when you get here.”

“Thanks, I’ll see you in a bit.”

You ended the call and finished packing up your classroom. By the time you were done, nothing made any more sense than it did before. You were frustrated walking to your car because talking about things was supposed to help.

But you and Matt hadn’t really talked about it, had you?

You told him how to resolve the physical part of the issue. Get Elektra out of your apartment and finish whatever mission he was on as Daredevil. The latter you only added because you knew he wouldn’t leave well enough alone, stubborn bastard. But it didn’t get to the heart of the issue.

Just answer the question!

Elektra!

The understanding settled in your stomach like a rock. Despite your marriage, despite everything she had done to Matt, he said her name. He knew you were in the next room. He knew you had been restless, unable to sleep without him beside you. He knew there were nights you had stayed awake until you heard him come in just to know he didn’t die out there. He knew you would’ve dropped everything if he had called you from an alley and needed your help to get home. But maybe, all of that, he’d still do for her.

You walked into the building, smiled politely to Karen, and walked into Foggy’s office. He smiled widely and brandished the still steaming pizza. You closed the door behind you.

“I think I need a divorce.” You spoke, your voice barely above a whisper.

“What happened to ‘hello’? ‘How are you’?” He replied, setting the pizza down. You almost laughed. “What’s going on?”

You sat at the table and he sat across from you. You spoke quickly, giving every detail you thought relevant. He listened quietly, probably comparing it to what Matt had told him about the situation. When you finished, he sighed heavily.

“I thought it’d be enough to just hear him say he didn’t mean it.” You sniffled. At some point during your story, you began crying. “But I can’t stop thinking. Is she friends with his friends? Does he think about her? Is she less controlling? Easy-going? Well-traveled? Well read? God, she makes me so upset!”

“Okay, let’s slow down a little.” Foggy offered.

“She’s beautiful.” You laughed bitterly. “And he loved her. She’s been on the other side of his bed.”

“They haven’t even talked before whatever came up.”

“I know it’s crazy, but I can’t stop thinking that he’s been thinking of her when he’s talking about me.”

He was quiet for a minute, taking it all in. You took the time to eat some of your pizza. So many thoughts were running through your mind.

Did you want the divorce? Did you need the divorce? Would Matt agree or would he drag it out in court? Would you be about to convince Foggy to help with your side or would he remain loyal to his friend? Whose side would Karen take? How long with Elektra wait before stepping in?

The questions were so loud you didn’t even realize Matt had shown up. Your eyes went wide when he sat beside you, then you immediately turned your glare towards Foggy. Your friend put his hands up in surrender and offered a nervous smile. When your stare didn’t lighten, he ducked out of the room.

“Y/N…” Matt began and your heated gaze turned on your husband. “I thought-“

“You know, it’s a real coincidence.” You cut in sharply. “Without her even being here - Well without me knowing she was here - she was back in your life. It was like she just knew. Now her name comes up once, comes up twice, comes up every goddamn minute since I saw her.”

“You know I don’t feel that way about her.” He insisted.

“But she’s in the same damn city every damn night. And wow, what a coincidence that you’ve lost all your common sense now, huh?”

“Seriously?” Matt scoffed and you crossed your arms. “I’m the one that’s lost it?”

“Last week, we were perfectly fine. We were normal. Now, it’s like you’ve been holding space for her in your life, and now she’s right there to fill it.”

“There’s no space! It’s only you!”

“Is it?” You laughed in disbelief. “It’s not someone trying to turn the past into the present tense?”

“No!”

“If she wasn’t here, would you be going after the Yakuza?”

His mouth opened then shut. He clearly thought better of whatever his initial answer was going to be, so he took a moment to decide on a better answer. “Not immediately, I don’t think so.”

“I’m surprised she’s not trying to suck up to ask your friends.”

“Y/N, sweetheart-“

“Don’t sweetheart me, Matthew.” You said sharply, maybe sharper than intended. “You lied to me.”

“I didn’t.” He defended.

“Oh, of course. I’m sorry. You told me the truth, minus seven percent. Which just so happened to be the important seven percent.”

“This isn’t about Elektra.” He shook his head.

“It’s about you, you fucking idiot! She’s the girl you outgrew. That’s what you told me! Isn’t that what you told me?”

He nodded quietly.

“Then what the fuck was that when Stick got you to say her name?” You screamed.

There it was. Your admittance to what truly started it all. When he had said it, your heart sank. It fell into a hole so deep in your chest, you still didn’t feel it beat in your chest. You went through your day as normal as you could, but everything in your body felt numb. You felt hollow and you thought you could blame it on Elektra’s general presence.

But you were wrong. When it came down to it, when it was just you and Matt locked in a room, the truth came out. It wasn’t completely Elektra’s fault.

It was Matt’s.

“What was that, Matt?” You asked quietly, hot anger shifting to betrayal.

“I don’t know.” He admitted. “I want to say that I was just caught up in the moment.”

“You were defending our marriage two seconds before.” You scoffed. “You don’t have to lie to the woman that loves you. I can do that myself.”

“I never meant for this to happen.”

“That doesn’t change that it did. That doesn’t change that you hurt me, Matthew. Why can’t you admit to that?”

He reached for you, to feel your body whether it be your leg or your arm. Without thinking, you scooted your chair back. He froze immediately and his brows furrowed behind his glasses. You tensed in your seat when you realized.

You had never shied away from Matt’s touch before. You never avoided him.

“So you meant it…” Matt said quietly. You didn’t need his super senses to hear the heartbreak. “You want a divorce.”

“You said you’d pick Elektra.” You confessed quietly. “What else am I supposed to do?”

“I’ve already picked, Y/N.” He leaned forward in his chair. It was as close as he dared to get to you. “I know what I said. I know that you heard it and I know that it broke your heart. If I could take it back and just think about that goddamn question, I would.”

“So why didn’t you?”

He couldn’t answer.

“Hell’s Kitchen is nice, but who do you really want by your side?” You pressed. “And when you and Elektra inevitably break up again, would it be a coincidence then too? Would it be worth it?”

“I can’t lose you.” He nearly whispered.

“I’m going to stay at a hotel for a little while.” You decided. “I won’t draw up divorce papers just yet, but I am considering it… Call me when you can actually have this conversation with me.”

“Y/N..”

“No, Matt, just don’t. I love you so much, but I… I can’t just pretend this will go away. I thought when we talked earlier it was enough, and I was able to forget for a little while. But once the kids were gone… Fuck, it hurts. I’m so confused.”

“I’m not.” He looked at you hopefully. “I love you, Y/N. I want you. I would marry you again and again. I choose you, always.”

“Not always… What might be the only time it truly mattered, you chose Elektra. I get the whole notion of having soft spots for first loves, and I know Elektra was different for you. I accepted that when I fell for you. But look at what she’s done, what she’s put you in the middle of.”

“I chose to get involved.”

“Yeah… And it might’ve cost our marriage.” You stood. “Was it worth it?”

“No.”

“Good. Sit with that regret for a little while. When you can stand in front of Stick, with Elektra in full health, and honestly tell him you pick me, you can come find me.”

“I’ll do it right now.” He stood quickly and took a step to block your path to the door. “I care about Elektra, but not the way I need you. Please…”

“What am I supposed to do, Matt, just let it go?”

“No… Please, just give me a chance.”

“I am, but I need to think and so do you.”

“I can’t lose you.”

“And I need you to need me, just me.”

“I do.”

You smiled slightly to yourself, thinking for a brief moment of your wedding. You knew it’d be a lot of rebuilding to get your marriage back to what it was, and it wouldn’t really start until Elektra was gone. You didn’t know her true motives with Matt but you could take a guess. Regardless, he was trying to convince you and you so badly wanted to believe him.

So you took the chance.

“I’ll be at the Presidential for the rest of the week. Figure it out, Matt, or I’ll do it for you.”

You didn’t return to your shared apartment until that Sunday. When you did, Matt was waiting for you. No sign of Elektra’s presence was a relief. No sign of Stick either.

Rather, your favorite flowers were on the coffee table, the newest book from your favorite author and a stuffed animal were beside them.

You stared at them in appreciation.

You didn’t believe everything was back to normal, but Matt was showing you that he was going to try and fix it. He was fighting for your marriage, so you would too.